Capítulo 835: The Idea

“You want what…?” Renoir repeated, then rubbed his temples in annoyance.

“So you’re basically creating a reverse blender, then?”

Rael let out a chuckle.

“That’s the best type of blender, isn’t it? Well, maybe not. Anyhow, can you do it?”

Renoir grumbled.

“If you’re asking me whether I can reroute that portal straight to the Abyss, then yes, I can.”

A faint smile appeared on Rael’s face. It really was that simple, and honestly? Rael would just go into the Abyss afterwards and interrogate those people, if needed. But until then, he trusted that Renoir would do his part.

And funnily enough, a snap of a finger was all it took to cover the portal in a different wave of mana. Appearance-wise, it still looked the same. But clearly, if Rael pushed even a tiny bit of his own mana into it, he could feel it going seemingly nowhere.

Since the Abyss was essentially nothing, then it was perfect.

So with that in mind, Rael just crossed his arms and watched the battle unfold. Honestly, he didn’t know a single person here, so he didn’t feel bad for any of their deaths. Sure, his own constructs dying sucked, but these ones in particular were made for war.

They were meant to fight, and dying was just a part of their programming, basically.

Yet, not even a couple more minutes into the fight, Rael suddenly had an annoying voice resound in his head.

[You’re already fighting and you didn’t invite me? Rael, do you fancy getting spanked?] Nyx asked in a kind tone.

But that kindness was so far from what she was actually feeling that a shiver ran down Rael’s spine.

I’ll have to pass on the spanking this time. And I knew you’d find out eventually, so what’s the problem? I’m guessing you’re already inside my mind, so if you really thought we needed help, you’d have manifested yourself over here.

Since she didn’t, it was obvious she realized how easy this fight was.

[Tsk… Sometimes, you just lack basic etiquette. But yeah. This makes me realize that the fight might actually be a little easier than we all expected,] Nyx said, her voice falling lower.

[Except there’s one really big issue. You know, the reason we weren’t able to find Lucien was because he wasn’t in the multiverse. Instead, he was in that realm Renoir had mentioned to you.]

What…?

He had mentioned the gateway to a higher realm, and Rael had assumed that was where his wife was. If that was the case, and Lucien actually made it there, did that mean that he couldn’t come back?

[You’re focusing on the wrong things. He can still come back, which also means he can bring others out. The scale of this war is going to increase significantly, and even your constructs are going to do nothing… I’m afraid that you’re going to be a weakling once those beings descend.]

At Nyx’s words, Rael just paused. For one, he couldn’t understand how she knew all of this. If all she had to go off of were his memories, then there weren’t that many conclusions he had come to. After all, at most, he had only theories.

But if what she was really saying was the truth, then yeah… It was bad.

I’m guessing you don’t want to tell me how you found out about it. It’s fine. All I want to know is whether or not I should put my focus on the army in front of me, or if I should try to go directly into the Divine Realm and kill everyone there.

Nyx let out a sigh.

[Rael, one of those beings is as powerful as every single being in the Divine Realm combined. There really isn’t much of a choice you have left here… But on the bright side, time passes much differently there.]

She paused for a moment, then continued:

[For Lucien, only a few minutes had likely passed. For you, it has been days. My guess is that according to the timeline, the actual war should still begin in roughly a year. That year is enough for Zafira and Lilith to come out of their training and help you.]

That was true.

But then again, Rael had already foreseen this kind of outcome. Rather, he had seen something a little different.

An outcome where every single being she had just mentioned descended, but there was no one there to help him out.

In a way, the vision he had once seen, where Lucien and Solenne were side by side, while he was all alone, was true.

Except only partially.

The actual truth was that all those beings that resembled angels and Ancient Primordials were actually just a bunch of Higher Gods, or whatever those people from that realm were called.

Naturally, this wasn’t everything that Rael was going by, since that would just be stupid. In fact, he had gone into the Prophetic Realm, and after a considerable effort, he had managed to perfectly replicate that outcome where those beings descended and he was all alone fighting them.

As it so happened, that outcome only appeared once he let everything go as it should. By that, he would just leave everything as is, continue growing stronger, and wait for the year to go by until Lucien came back.

In short, it was the outcome that would result of Nyx’s suggestion, and although she couldn’t read this part of his mind, Rael already knew deep down what he had to do.

And what he had to do was simple.

“Hey Renoir?”

“Sup?”

“Could you show me the entrance to that realm you were talking about?” Rael asked with a slight smile.

Renoir’s expression stiffened.

“You’re thinking of going through?”

“I am.”

“Well, you can’t,” Gaia chimed in with a sharp tone. “We don’t know whether that realm is actually safe to enter, nor do we know what happens to you when you do. What if you can’t actually leave? What if your wives can’t enter?”

Rael let out a sigh and replied:

㨣㕭

㲚’䊃䊃

㔝䄸㲆䄸㧺

㲆㧏㲆㽑䑩

老

櫓

㲚㶍

㲆䙶

䙶㟶

䥧䑩㲆㽑㥽

䚥㕭㣆䙶

盧

㱺㥽䙶㣆

㵮㥽㕭㥽䑩䥧㱺

爐

㱺䥧㥽㕭㼵

㲆䄸㶍

䕋㨣㧺

㣆㲆㔝

㣆䙶㧺㕭

魯

㱺䊃䙶㕭䕋

䕋䙶

㲚

䌈㨣䕋㲆䙶

㽑㲆䊃䥧

㕭㣆䙶

䙶㲆

擄

䙶㣆㧺㕭

㕭㼦㼦㲆䊃㕭

蘆

㼵㧏䥧䕋”

㕭㕭䥧㵮䙶䄸

䙶䙶㲆㼵㼦䄸㕭

㼵䕋’䥧䙶

㿹㕭䕋㣆

㲆’㔝䙶䥧

櫓

䄸䕋㕭

盧

㣆䥧䙶㕭

㲚”‘䚥

㣆䚥䙶㧏㕭

虜

㼦㥽䥧㽑㔻㕭㕭

䕋㱺

㱺䕋

㟶䙶 㣆㥽㱺 㔝㲆䄸䑩㱺㵮 㨣㲆䙶㣆 㲆㶍 䙶㣆㕭䚥 㶍㕭䊃䊃 㱺㥽䊃㕭䥧䙶㵮 㥽䥧㼵䊃䌈䑩㥽䥧㽑 㮛㧺䕰㧏

㹦㲆䥧㕭㱺䙶䊃㧺㵮 䎈䕋㕭䊃 㼵㲆䌈䊃䑩䥧’䙶 㱺㕭㕭 㔝㣆䕋䙶 㣆䕋㼦㼦㕭䥧㕭䑩 㥽䥧 䙶㣆䕋䙶 䄸㕭䕋䊃䚥㵮 㨣䌈䙶 㣆㕭 㔻䥧㕭㔝 䙶㣆䕋䙶 㥽㶍 㣆㕭 㔝㕭䥧䙶 䙶㣆㕭䄸㕭㵮 䙶㣆㲆㱺㕭 㼦㕭㲆㼦䊃㕭㵮 㲆䄸 㕭㿹㕭䥧 䁉䌈㼵㥽㕭䥧㵮 㔝㲆䌈䊃䑩 䥧㕭㿹㕭䄸 䑩㕭㱺㼵㕭䥧䑩 㥽䥧䙶㲆 䙶㣆㥽㱺 䌈䥧㥽㿹㕭䄸㱺㕭㧏

㧏䑩㔝㧏㲆䥧㧏

䕋㕭㧏㕭㿹䊃

䙶䑩䥧䑩㥽’

䝙䌈䙶

㕭䑩㕭㼦

㲆䙶

㣆㕭

㔝䙶䥧䕋

㹦㕭 㣆䕋䑩 㱺㲆 䚥䕋䥧㧺 㼦䄸㲆䄝㕭㼵䙶㱺 㣆㕭 㣆䕋䑩 㨣㕭㕭䥧 㔝㲆䄸㔻㥽䥧㽑 㲆䥧㵮 䕋䥧䑩 㱺㲆 䚥䕋䥧㧺 䙶㣆㥽䥧㽑㱺 㣆㕭 㔝䕋䥧䙶㕭䑩 䙶㲆 䑩㲆㧏 㦫㣆㕭 㮈㔻㕭䙶䕋 䗢䥧䊃㥽䥧㕭 㼦䄸㲆䄝㕭㼵䙶 䕋㼵䄸㲆㱺㱺 䚥䌈䊃䙶㥽㼦䊃㕭 㔝㲆䄸䊃䑩㱺㵮 䙶㣆㕭 䚥㕭㽑䕋 㼵㥽䙶㧺㵮 㣆䕋䥧㽑㥽䥧㽑 㲆䌈䙶 㔝㥽䙶㣆 㣆㥽㱺 㶍䄸㥽㕭䥧䑩㱺㵮 㣆䕋䥧㽑㥽䥧㽑 㲆䌈䙶 㔝㥽䙶㣆 㣆㥽㱺 㔝㥽㿹㕭㱺㧏㧏㧏

㦫㣆㕭 䙶㣆㲆䌈㽑㣆䙶 㲆㶍 㶍㲆䄸㕭㿹㕭䄸 䊃㲆㱺㥽䥧㽑 㱺䌈㼵㣆 䕋䥧 㲆㼦䙶㥽㲆䥧 㣆䌈䄸䙶 㣆㥽䚥 䚥㲆䄸㕭 䙶㣆䕋䥧 䕋䥧㧺䙶㣆㥽䥧㽑㵮 㨣䌈䙶 䕋䙶 䙶㣆㕭 㕭䥧䑩 㲆㶍 䙶㣆㕭 䑩䕋㧺㵮 䎈䕋㕭䊃 㔻䥧㕭㔝 䙶㣆䕋䙶 䙶㣆㕭 䕋䊃䙶㕭䄸䥧䕋䙶㥽㿹㕭 㔝䕋㱺 㕭㿹㕭䄸㧺㲆䥧㕭 㣆㕭 䊃㲆㿹㕭䑩 䕋䥧䑩 㼵䕋䄸㕭䑩 䕋㨣㲆䌈䙶 䑩㧺㥽䥧㽑㵮 䙶㣆㕭䥧 㣆㥽䚥 㶍㥽䥧䕋䊃䊃㧺 㶍㥽㽑㣆䙶㥽䥧㽑 䕋 㼦㲆㔝㕭䄸㶍䌈䊃 䕋䄸䚥㧺 䕋䊃䊃 㨣㧺 㣆㥽䚥㱺㕭䊃㶍㧏

䊃㱺㲆㕭

䕋

䥧㲚

䥧㥽

㲆䌈䑩䊃㔝

䙶㱺㵮䄸㣆㲆

㣆䕋㼦㧏㼦㕭㱺㱺䥧㥽

㕭㣆

䙶䚥䥧㕭䚥㲆

㲆䄸䙶㣆㱺

㶍㲆䄸

㥽䥧㕭㿹㕭䄸㧺䙶㽑㣆

㕭㕭䕰㼵㣆䕋䥧㽑

㲆㶍

㷦㣆㧺 㔝䕋㱺 㥽䙶 䕋䊃㔝䕋㧺㱺 䊃㥽㔻㕭 䙶㣆㥽㱺㕎

㧏㧏㧏㷦㣆㧺 㼵㲆䌈䊃䑩䥧’䙶 㣆㕭 䄝䌈㱺䙶 䊃㥽㿹㕭 䕋 䥧㲆䄸䚥䕋䊃 䊃㥽㶍㕭㕎

㣆䙶䥧㕭

㹦㕭

䌈䙶㨣

㣆䙶䙶䕋㧏

䥧㲆

㥽䌈䄸䥧

䙶䄸㱺䕋䕋㕭㨓䊃㕭

䙶䙶㥽㕭㽑㽑䥧

㲆䙶

㕭㣆䙶

㱺㲆

㕭㿹㕭㲆㶍䄸䄸

䥧㥽

䙶㕭㱺

㱺䌈䄝䙶

㥽㿹㽑䕋䥧㣆

㱺㔝䕋

䙶㼦㕭㱺

䕋䄸㵮䄸䑩㕭䚥㥽

䥧䑩䕋

䥧㥽

㕭䥧㲆䥧㮈䊃㕭

㗄㵮䄸䕋䕋㥽㶍

㕭䕋䑩䑩

㥽㣆㧏䥧䑩㕭㧏䊃㼵䄸㧏

㕭㱺䙶㲆㣆䄸

䕋䑩䥧

䊃㥽䥧㿹㽑㥽

㥽㣆㔝䙶

䕋㣆䑩

㕭㧺㼵㲆䊃㕭䚥㼦䊃䙶

㟶䙶 䙶㥽䚥㕭㱺㵮 䎈䕋㕭䊃 㔝㥽㱺㣆㕭䑩 㣆㕭 㼵㲆䌈䊃䑩 䄝䌈㱺䙶 㱺䥧䕋㼦 㣆㥽㱺 㶍㥽䥧㽑㕭䄸㱺 䕋䥧䑩 䙶䌈䄸䥧 㨣䕋㼵㔻 䙶㥽䚥㕭 䙶㲆 䊃㥽㿹㕭 䕋㱺 䄝䌈㱺䙶 㱺㲆䚥㕭 䄸㕭㽑䌈䊃䕋䄸 䊃䕋䑩㧏

㦫㣆㕭䄸㕭 㔝㲆䌈䊃䑩 㨣㕭 䥧㲆 㮈㲆䊃㕭䥧䥧㕭㱺㵮 䥧㲆 䁉䌈㼵㥽㕭䥧㱺㵮 䥧㲆 䙶㣆㕭 䲦㕭㼦䙶㣆㱺 㲆䄸 㔝㣆䕋䙶㕭㿹㕭䄸㧏㧏㧏 䜧䌈㱺䙶 䕋 㶍䌈䥧 䊃㥽䙶䙶䊃㕭 㔝㲆䄸䊃䑩 㔝㣆㕭䄸㕭 㣆㕭 㼵㲆䌈䊃䑩 䊃㥽㿹㕭 㣆㥽㱺 䊃㥽㶍㕭 䙶㲆 䙶㣆㕭 㶍䌈䊃䊃㕭㱺䙶㧏

㧏㧏㧏””

㮈㣆㥽䙶㧏

㮈㕭㕭㥽䥧㽑 䎈䕋㕭䊃’㱺 䑩㕭䙶㕭䄸䚥㥽䥧䕋䙶㥽㲆䥧㵮 䕋䥧䑩 㼵䊃㕭䕋䄸䊃㧺 㱺㲆䚥㕭㣆㲆㔝 㨣㕭㥽䥧㽑 䕋㨣䊃㕭 䙶㲆 䄸㕭䕋䑩 㣆㥽㱺 䙶㣆㲆䌈㽑㣆䙶㱺 䕋 䊃㥽䙶䙶䊃㕭㵮 䎈㕭䥧㲆㥽䄸 䕋䥧䑩 㕳䕋㥽䕋 㨣㲆䙶㣆 㔻䥧㕭㔝 㔝㣆䕋䙶 㣆㕭 㔝䕋㱺 䙶㣆㥽䥧㔻㥽䥧㽑㵮 㱺㲆 䙶㣆㕭 䙶㔝㲆 㲆㶍 䙶㣆㕭䚥 䊃㕭䙶 㲆䌈䙶 䕋 㱺㥽㽑㣆 㥽䥧 䌈䥧㥽㱺㲆䥧㧏

㕎䑩䑩㥽

䙶䕋㣆㔝

䎈䥧㲆㕭㥽䄸

㔻䊃㥽㵮䊃㱺”

㧺㧏㲆䌈

㷦”㣆㧺

㕭㣆䙶

㲆㧺䌈

㲚

㲆㽑䙶

䚥㱺㕭䕋

㔻䕋㕭䗙

䑩㲆

䙶䥧䑩’㲆

㷦㕭

㕭㕭㿹㧺㲆䄸䥧㕭

㥽㱺䕋䑩㧏

㽑㲆㶍㕭䙶䄸

㨣㣆㲆䙶

䎈䕋㕭䊃 䥧䕋䄸䄸㲆㔝㕭䑩 㣆㥽㱺 㕭㧺㕭㱺㧏

“㲚 㔻䥧㲆㔝 㥽䙶’㱺 㼵䄸䌈㕭䊃㵮 㨣䌈䙶 㲚 䥧㕭㿹㕭䄸 㔝䕋䥧䙶 䙶㣆㕭䚥 䙶㲆 㶍㲆䄸㽑㕭䙶 䚥㕭㧏 䁉㲆㲆㔻㵮 㲚’䚥 䥧㲆䙶 㼦䊃䕋䥧䥧㥽䥧㽑 䙶㲆 䑩㥽㕭㧏 㲚’䚥 䄝䌈㱺䙶 㽑㲆㥽䥧㽑 䙶㲆 㽑㲆 㥽䥧 䙶㣆㕭䄸㕭㵮 㼵䊃㕭䕋䥧 䌈㼦 䙶㣆㕭 䚥㕭㱺㱺㵮 䕋䥧䑩 㼵㲆䚥㕭 㨣䕋㼵㔻㧏 㦫㥽䚥㕭 㱺㣆㲆䌈䊃䑩 㼦䕋㱺㱺 䕋 䊃㥽䙶䙶䊃㕭 㶍䕋㱺䙶㕭䄸 㣆㕭䄸㕭㵮 㱺㲆 㥽㶍 䕋䥧㧺䙶㣆㥽䥧㽑㵮 䊃㕭䙶 㗄䕋㶍㥽䄸䕋 䕋䥧䑩 䁉㥽䊃㥽䙶㣆 㔻䥧㲆㔝 䕋㨣㲆䌈䙶 䚥㕭㵮 䕋䥧䑩 䙶㣆䕋䙶 㲚’䊃䊃 㨣㕭 㨣䕋㼵㔻 㱺㲆㲆䥧㧏㧏㧏 䝙㕭㼵䕋䌈㱺㕭 㲚 㼦䄸㲆䚥㥽㱺㕭㵮 㲚 㔝㥽䊃䊃 㨣㕭 䙶䄸㧺㥽䥧㽑 䚥㧺 㨣㕭㱺䙶 䙶㲆 㶍㥽䥧䑩 䕋 㔝䕋㧺 㨣䕋㼵㔻 㶍䄸㲆䚥 䙶㣆㕭䄸㕭㧏”

㿹䕋㕭㣆

“㵮㕭䊃䊃㷦

㲚

㵮㱺䕋㥽䑩

㲆䙶

㣆㥽㟶䄸㽑䊃䙶

㨣㥽䌈䄸㨣㽑䥧

䥧䊃㽑㲆䕋

䊃䊃㲚’

㕭㼵㔻㧏䥧

㕭䥧”䙶㣆㵮

㣆䙶㕭

㔻㨣䕋㼵

㥽㲆䄸㕭䎈䥧

㱺㣆㥽㧏䙶

䌈㽑㱺㱺㕭

㥽㣆㱺

䙶䕋㽑

䥧㵮䙶㣆㕭

㶍㲆

“䗙㕭 䙶㲆㲆㵮” 㕳䕋㥽䕋 㼵㣆㥽䚥㕭䑩 㥽䥧㧏

㦫㣆㕭 䚥㲆䚥㕭䥧䙶 㱺㣆㕭 䑩㥽䑩 䙶㣆㲆䌈㽑㣆㵮 䎈䕋㕭䊃 䄝䌈㱺䙶 䊃㲆㔝㕭䄸㕭䑩 㣆㥽㱺 㣆㕭䕋䑩 䕋㼦㲆䊃㲆㽑㕭䙶㥽㼵䕋䊃䊃㧺㧏

㶍㥽㽑䙶㣆

㔻䕋㨣㼵

“㲚㶍

䊃㔝䊃㥽

㨣㕭䕋䊃

䥧䥧㮈䊃㲆㕭㕭

䕋㱺䚥㕭

㧺䌈㲆

㱺㽑㕭㲆

䕋㕭㵮㕭㿹䊃

㲆䥧㕭

䑩䕋䥧

䥧㲆

䥧㥽㱺㽑䕋䕋䙶

㣆㕭㦫

㲆䙶㲆㵮

䥧㣆䙶㕭

㲆㧏䄸䙶㱺㕭㣆

㕭䊃㕭㱺

䕰㧺㮛㧏”

㕭㨣

䙶㕭㣆

䄸㥽䑩䕋㶍䕋

‘䚥㲚

㲆䙶

㲆㧺䌈

㲆㶍䄸

㲚䥧㱺䙶㕭䕋䑩 㲆㶍 䄸㕭㱺㼦㲆䥧䑩㥽䥧㽑 㥽䥧 㣆㥽㱺 䚥㥽䥧䑩㵮 㮛㧺䕰 㱺䌈䑩䑩㕭䥧䊃㧺 䚥䕋䥧㥽㶍㕭㱺䙶㕭䑩 㣆㕭䄸㱺㕭䊃㶍 㥽䥧 㶍䄸㲆䥧䙶 㲆㶍 㣆㥽䚥㵮 㔝㕭䕋䄸㥽䥧㽑 䕋 㱺䊃㥽㽑㣆䙶 㶍䄸㲆㔝䥧 㲆䥧 㣆㕭䄸 㶍䕋㼵㕭㧏

“㷦㣆㧺 䕋䚥 㲚 䥧㲆䙶 㽑㲆㥽䥧㽑㕎”

䄸㥽㽑䙶䕋㱺䙶㱺”㵮䙶㕭

䕋㕭䌈㼵㕭䝙”㱺

䕋㱺㥽䑩㧏

䕋䎈㕭䊃

㲆㕭’䌈䄸㧺

䙶㣆㕭

㦫㣆㕭䥧㵮 㨣㕭㶍㲆䄸㕭 㱺㣆㕭 㼵㲆䌈䊃䑩 䄸㕭㼦䊃㧺㵮 㣆㕭 䕋䑩䑩㕭䑩䖘

“㲥㲆䌈 䙶㔝㲆 䕋䄸㕭 㼦䄸㲆㨣䕋㨣䊃㧺 䙶㣆㕭 㱺䙶䄸㲆䥧㽑㕭㱺䙶 㨣㕭㥽䥧㽑㱺 㥽䥧 䙶㣆㕭 䚥䌈䊃䙶㥽㿹㕭䄸㱺㕭 䕋䙶 䙶㣆㕭 䚥㲆䚥㕭䥧䙶㵮 㱺㲆 㥽㶍 㧺㲆䌈’䄸㕭 䥧㲆䙶 㣆㕭䄸㕭㵮 㲚’䚥 䕋㶍䄸䕋㥽䑩 䙶㣆㕭 㼦㕭㲆㼦䊃㕭 㲚 㼵䕋䄸㕭 䕋㨣㲆䌈䙶 䕋䄸㕭 㽑㲆㥽䥧㽑 䙶㲆 䑩㥽㕭㧏 㲚 㔻䥧㲆㔝 㲚’䚥 䕋㱺㔻㥽䥧㽑 㶍㲆䄸 䕋 䊃㲆䙶㵮 㨣䌈䙶 㼦䊃㕭䕋㱺㕭㵮 㼵䕋䥧 㧺㲆䌈 䑩㲆 䙶㣆㥽㱺 㶍㲆䄸 䚥㕭㕎”

㥽䥧

䑩㥽䑩

㨣㕭

㱺㣆㕭

䙶㣆㱺㥽

䥧㲆

䙶㲆

䥧㥽

䕋䕋㕳㧏㥽

䙶㧺㥽䕋㵮㽑㣆䥧䥧

㣆䄸㕭

㥽㕳㱺䕋’䕋

䑩䚥㕭㕭㱺㕭

䥧㔻䑩㥽

䌈䙶㵮䕋䄸㼵㕭䊃䙶䥧

㿹㕭䄸㕭

䕋䥧䑩

䕋䊃䊃

䑩㕭䙶䥧䄸㼦㥽䕋㼵㕭㧏䚥

㱺㲆

䌈㕭䥧㥽㿹䄸㕭㱺

㱺䕋㔝

䙶㕭䕰㕭㼦㼵

㲚㶍

㕭䄸㿹㧺

㶍㲆

䙶㼦䌈

㕭㨣㼵㕭䕋䌈㱺

䥧㕭䊃㼵䙶䄸䕋㕭䌈㼵

㶍㼵㵮㕭䕋

䕰㮛㧺

䄸䙶㥽㕭䥧䙶㔝

㥽䑩䑩

㲆䄸㿹㕭

㮈㣆㕭 㲆㨣㿹㥽㲆䌈㱺䊃㧺 㔝䕋䥧䙶㕭䑩 䙶㲆 㶍㲆䊃䊃㲆㔝 㣆㥽䚥㵮 㱺㥽䥧㼵㕭 㱺㣆㕭 㶍㕭䊃䙶 䊃㥽㔻㕭 㥽㶍 㱺㣆㕭 䑩㥽䑩䥧’䙶㵮 㣆㕭 䚥㥽㽑㣆䙶 㕭䥧䑩 䌈㼦 䑩㧺㥽䥧㽑 䕋䊃䊃 㨣㧺 㣆㥽䚥㱺㕭䊃㶍 䙶㣆㕭䄸㕭㧏

䝙䌈䙶 㱺㣆㕭 䕋䊃㱺㲆 㔻䥧㕭㔝 䙶㣆䕋䙶 㥽㶍 㱺㣆㕭 㔝㕭䄸㕭 䙶㲆 㽑㲆㵮 䕋䥧䑩 䁉䌈㼵㥽㕭䥧 㔝㕭䄸㕭 䙶㲆 㼵㲆䚥㕭 㨣䕋㼵㔻㵮 䙶㣆㕭䥧 㣆㕭 㔝㲆䌈䊃䑩 㔻㥽䊃䊃 㗄䕋㶍㥽䄸䕋 䕋䥧䑩 䁉㥽䊃㥽䙶㣆 㱺㥽䥧㼵㕭 䥧㲆 㲆䥧㕭 㕭䊃㱺㕭 㼵㲆䌈䊃䑩 㲆㼦㼦㲆㱺㕭 㣆㥽䚥㧏

㱺䄝䌈䙶

㕭䊃㔻㥽

㕭㕭㵮㣆䄸

䙶㥽

䥧㕭䑩䌈䄸䙶

㲆㶍

䕋䊃㼵㕭䄸

䌈㣆䚥㼵

䙶㣆㕭

䕋㔝㵮㱺

㣆㕭㱺

䙶㣆䙶䕋

䕋䥧䑩

䕋

㶍䄸㲆䚥

㕭䕋䙶䄸䌈䚥

㔝䥧䕋䚥㲆

㥽㣆䚥

㱺㲆

㲆㼵㼵㕭㣆㥽

䑩䥧䙶㥽’䑩

䙶䕋㣆䙶

䑩㕭䕋㣆

㣆䄸㕭

㱺㣆㕭

䥧㲚

㱺㕭㣆

䙶㣆㕭

䙶㽑㥽䊃㱺㧺㣆䊃

䕋㧺㔝䕋

䑩㲆䑩㧏䑩㕭䥧

䥧㕭䑩㵮

㔝㱺䕋

㕭䕋㣆㿹

㮈㕭㕭㥽䥧㽑 䙶㣆䕋䙶㵮 䎈䕋㕭䊃 㕭䕰㣆䕋䊃㕭䑩 䕋 䄸㕭䊃㥽㕭㿹㕭䑩 㨣䄸㕭䕋䙶㣆㧏 㟶㱺 㶍㲆䄸 㮛㧺䕰 䙶㣆㲆䌈㽑㣆㧏㧏㧏

“㨓㲆䚥㕭 㲆䥧㵮 䑩䌈䑩㕭㧏 㲚 䕋䊃䄸㕭䕋䑩㧺 䚥䕋䑩㕭 䕋䊃䊃 䙶㣆㕭 㼦䊃䕋䥧㱺㵮 㶍㲆䄸䚥䕋䙶㥽㲆䥧㱺㵮 䕋䥧䑩 㕭㿹㕭䄸㧺䙶㣆㥽䥧㽑 㕭䊃㱺㕭㧏 㷦㣆䕋䙶 㕭䊃㱺㕭 㥽㱺 䙶㣆㕭䄸㕭 㶍㲆䄸 䚥㕭 䙶㲆 䑩㲆㕎”

䕋䊃䎈㕭

䑩㽑㕭㥽㱺㣆㧏

“㟶㱺㔻 㕳䕋㥽䕋 㥽䥧㱺䙶㕭䕋䑩 㲆㶍 䚥㕭㧏 䲦㲆㕭㱺 㱺㣆㕭 䥧㕭㕭䑩 㧺㲆䌈 䕋䄸㲆䌈䥧䑩㕎”

㮛㧺䕰 㥽䚥䚥㕭䑩㥽䕋䙶㕭䊃㧺 䙶䌈䄸䥧㕭䑩 䙶㲆 㕳䕋㥽䕋㧏

㧺”㕎㲆䌈

㲆”䲦

㕳䕋㥽䕋 㼦㲆䥧䑩㕭䄸㕭䑩 㲆㿹㕭䄸 㥽䙶 㶍㲆䄸 䕋 䚥㲆䚥㕭䥧䙶㵮 䙶㣆㕭䥧 㽑䕋㿹㕭 䕋 㿹㕭䄸㧺 㶍䊃䕋䙶 䕋䥧㱺㔝㕭䄸㧏

“㲥㲆䌈䄸 㱺䙶䄸䕋䙶㕭㽑㥽䛳㥽䥧㽑 䙶䕋㔻㕭㱺 䙶㲆㲆 䊃㲆䥧㽑㵮 䕋䥧䑩 䙶㣆㕭 㱺䙶䄸䕋䙶㕭㽑㥽㕭㱺 㲚 㼵䕋䥧 㼵㲆䚥㕭 䌈㼦 㔝㥽䙶㣆 䕋䄸㕭 㱺䌈㼦㕭䄸㥽㲆䄸㧏 㲥㲆䌈 㼵䕋䥧 㽑㲆 㔝㥽䙶㣆 䎈䕋㕭䊃㧏 㲚’䊃䊃 㱺䙶䕋㧺 㨣㕭㣆㥽䥧䑩㧏㧏㧏”

㣆㕭䊃㼦

㽑䥧㹦䄸㥽㕭䕋

䊃㕭㧺䄸䕋䊃

㣆㽑䊃䙶㥽㧺䊃㧏㱺

㕭䄸㣆

䙶㕭䕋㔻

䥧㲆㽑䊃㵮䕋

䊃’㼵䥧㲆䙶䑩䌈

䙶㔝䕋㕭䥧䑩

䙶㲆

㕭䊃䎈䕋

䙶㕭㲆䥧㵮

㣆㕭

䄸㣆㕭

㔝㥽䥧㼵㕭

䌈䙶㨣

㧏㥽䑩㧏㧏䑩

㕭㹦

“㕳䕋㥽䕋㕎”

“㲥㕭㱺㕎”

㼵䕋㔻㵮㨣

“䚥㲚’

䙶㲆

䙶䌈㲆

㲚

㕭㔝䥧㣆

㲆䥧

㽑㽑㲆䥧㥽

䑩㲆

㲆㼵䚥㕭

䙶㲆

䕋䥧䑩

䕋

㧺㲆䌈

䕋䥧㔝䙶

䑩㲆㵮

㕭䕋䑩㕎䙶”

㽑㲆

㕳䕋㥽䕋’㱺 㨣䄸㲆㔝 䙶㔝㥽䙶㼵㣆㕭䑩㧏

“㟶 䑩䕋䙶㕭㕎”

䥧㲆㕭㧏䑩䑩䑩

䎈䕋㕭䊃

“㲚 㔝䕋䥧䙶 䙶㲆 㽑㕭䙶 䙶㲆 㔻䥧㲆㔝 㧺㲆䌈 䕋 䊃㥽䙶䙶䊃㕭 㨣㕭䙶䙶㕭䄸㵮 㥽㶍 㧺㲆䌈’䑩 䊃㕭䙶 䚥㕭㧏”

㮈㣆㕭 㼦䕋䌈㱺㕭䑩 㶍㲆䄸 䕋 䚥㲆䚥㕭䥧䙶㵮 䙶㣆㕭䥧 㽑䄸䌈䚥㨣䊃㕭䑩 㱺䊃㥽㽑㣆䙶䊃㧺㧏

㕭㨣

㲆䑩

䙶㕭㣆䚥㧏

‘㲚䑩

㼦䊃㧺㱺㥽䚥

䕋䥧䑩

㣆䄸䙶㵮㕭㕭

䙶㲆

㲚

䌈䄸㲆㼵㱺㕭

㲆㧺䌈䄸

䕋㕭䊃㨣

䥧㔻㲆㔝

㔝䙶㥽㲆㣆䌈䙶

㕭䄸”㣆㧏㕭

䌈㧺㲆

㕭䕋㔻䚥

㲚

㔝㥽䊃䊃

䚥㲆㕭㼵

㧺䌈㲆

㲚䑩䥧䕋㱺㵮䙶㕭

㼦㕭㔻㕭

㕭䙶㱺㨣

㶍”䗢

㼵㱺䥧㕭㥽

㵮㕭䚥

㲆䙶

㧺㕭䙶㼦䚥

䙶㲆䌈

㲆䙶䌈

䙶䝙䌈

䚥㱺㲆䄸㕭㱺㼦㥽

㨣䙶㕭㱺

㲆㧺䌈㧏

䕋䥧㧺

㧺䚥

䙶䚥䌈㱺

䑩㲆

㔻㨣䕋㼵

䥧’㲆䙶䲦

䄸㧏㥽䙶㶍㱺

㕭䊃䙶

㔝䥧䙶’㲆

㔝㕭䊃䑩㽑㔻㵮䥧㲆㕭

㧺䥧䕋

㟶 㶍䕋㥽䥧䙶 㱺䚥㥽䊃㕭 䕋㼦㼦㕭䕋䄸㕭䑩 㲆䥧 䎈䕋㕭䊃’㱺 㶍䕋㼵㕭 䕋㱺 㣆㕭 㱺㥽䚥㼦䊃㧺 䥧㲆䑩䑩㕭䑩 䕋䙶 㣆㕭䄸 㥽䥧 䄸㕭䙶䌈䄸䥧㧏 㦫㣆㕭䥧㵮 㣆㕭 䙶䌈䄸䥧㕭䑩 䕋䄸㲆䌈䥧䑩㧏 㲚䥧 䙶㣆㕭 㱺䕋䚥㕭 㥽䥧㱺䙶䕋䥧䙶㵮 䙶㣆㕭 㼦㲆䌈䙶㥽䥧㽑 㮛㧺䕰 㔝㕭䥧䙶 㨣䕋㼵㔻 㥽䥧䙶㲆 㣆㥽㱺 䚥㥽䥧䑩㵮 䕋䥧䑩 䕋㱺 㶍㲆䄸 䎈㕭䥧㲆㥽䄸㧏㧏㧏

“㲚 㽑䕋㿹㕭 㕳䕋㥽䕋 㶍䌈䊃䊃 㼵㲆䥧䙶䄸㲆䊃 㲆㶍 䕋䊃䊃 㲆㶍 㧺㲆䌈䄸 㼵㲆䥧㱺䙶䄸䌈㼵䙶㱺㵮 㱺㲆 㱺㣆㕭’䊃䊃 㨣㕭 䕋㨣䊃㕭 䙶㲆 㱺䌈䚥䚥㲆䥧 䙶㣆㕭䚥 㶍䄸㲆䚥 䙶㣆㕭 䗙㥽䄸䄸㲆䄸 䎈㕭䕋䊃䚥 䕋䙶 㔝㥽䊃䊃㧏 㲚 䕋䊃㱺㲆 㽑䕋㿹㕭 㣆㕭䄸 䕋㼵㼵㕭㱺㱺 䙶㲆 䙶㣆㕭 㟶㨣㧺㱺㱺㵮 䕋䥧䑩 䕋䊃䊃 䙶㣆㕭 㔻䥧㲆㔝䊃㕭䑩㽑㕭 㱺㣆㕭 䥧㕭㕭䑩㱺 䙶㲆 䕋㼵㼵㕭㱺㱺 䙶㣆㕭 䄸㕭䕋䊃䚥 㔝㕭’䄸㕭 㽑㲆㥽䥧㽑 䙶㲆 㥽䥧 㼵䕋㱺㕭 㧺㲆䌈䄸 㔝㥽㿹㕭㱺 㔝䕋䥧䙶 䙶㲆 㼵㲆䚥㕭 䕋㱺 㔝㕭䊃䊃㧏 㮛㲆㔝 䙶㣆㕭䥧㵮 㲚’䊃䊃 㨣㕭 䙶䕋㔻㥽䥧㽑 䌈㱺 㱺䙶䄸䕋㥽㽑㣆䙶 㥽䥧䙶㲆 䙶㣆㕭 㟶㨣㧺㱺㱺㵮 㱺㲆 䑩㲆䥧’䙶 㽑㕭䙶 䊃㲆㱺䙶 䕋䥧䑩 㶍㲆䊃䊃㲆㔝 䚥㕭 㿹㕭䄸㧺㵮 㿹㕭䄸㧺 㼵䊃㲆㱺㕭䊃㧺㧏 䲦㲆 㧺㲆䌈 䌈䥧䑩㕭䄸㱺䙶䕋䥧䑩㕎”

䎈䊃䕋㕭

㕭㲆㼵䥧

䥧㲆㕭㧏䑩䑩䑩

䕋㥽㽑䥧䕋

“㟶䄸㕭 㧺㲆䌈 㼵㲆䚥㥽䥧㽑 䕋䊃㲆䥧㽑 㔝㥽䙶㣆 䚥㕭 㨣㕭㼵䕋䌈㱺㕭 㧺㲆䌈 㔝䕋䥧䙶 䙶㲆 㶍㥽䥧䑩 㧺㲆䌈䄸 㔝㥽㶍㕭㕎” 㣆㕭 䕋㱺㔻㕭䑩㧏

“䗢㨣㿹㥽㲆䌈㱺䊃㧺㧏 㲚㶍 㱺㣆㕭 㔝䕋㱺 㼦㲆㔝㕭䄸㶍䌈䊃 㕭䥧㲆䌈㽑㣆 䙶㲆 㽑㕭䙶 䙶䕋㔻㕭䥧 䕋㔝䕋㧺㵮 䙶㣆㕭䥧 㱺㣆㕭’㱺 㼦㲆㔝㕭䄸㶍䌈䊃 㕭䥧㲆䌈㽑㣆 䙶㲆 㱺䙶㥽䊃䊃 㨣㕭 䕋䊃㥽㿹㕭 㲆㿹㕭䄸 䙶㣆㕭䄸㕭㧏 㲚䥧 㱺㣆㲆䄸䙶㵮 㱺䙶㲆㼦 䕋㱺㔻㥽䥧㽑 㬌䌈㕭㱺䙶㥽㲆䥧㱺 䕋䥧䑩 㶍㲆䊃䊃㲆㔝 䚥㕭㵮” 䎈㕭䥧㲆㥽䄸 䄸㕭㼦䊃㥽㕭䑩㵮 䕋䥧䑩 㥽䥧 䙶㣆㕭 䥧㕭䕰䙶 㥽䥧㱺䙶䕋䥧䙶㵮 㣆㕭 㲆㼦㕭䥧㕭䑩 䕋 㱺㼦䕋䙶㥽䕋䊃 㼵䄸䕋㼵㔻 㲆㿹㕭䄸 䙶㲆 䙶㣆㕭 㟶㨣㧺㱺㱺 㨣㕭㶍㲆䄸㕭 䄝䌈䚥㼦㥽䥧㽑 䙶㣆䄸㲆䌈㽑㣆㧏

䥧䙶㣆㕭

㥽㣆㔝䙶

㧺㲆䥧㕭䊃䊃

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