Capítulo 857: Beat Up

Rael approached the two of them, and when he was close enough, he snickered loudly enough for them to hear. Once they glanced up, they scowled, realizing that even though they had gone to hell and back, Rael had actually been relaxing all this time.

After all, if he really did go through the last boss floor, then there was no way he would still be so happy.

“You two look like shit, what happened?”

“Fuck you.”

Unlike Renoir though, Nyx’s attitude was a little better.

“We fought against some knight and had our asses handed to us, unfortunately. Who knew that he had some kind of armor that made it so he couldn’t take damage? Or at least, a type of armor that reduced his damage by so much, we were as good as flies against him.”

Yeah… that did sound like the person Rael had fought. Sure, Rael got folded like an omelet at first, but that all changed once he decided to focus. He was a little puzzled how Nyx and Renoir lost, since despite Rael having more tricks up his sleeve, these two were like a gazillion years older than him.

But oh well, Rael didn’t really care that much about their injuries, as all those injuries would heal soon enough.

“What kind of reward did you get, you cheeky bastard?” Renoir asked.

Rael tilted his head slightly.

“Reward?”

Renoir’s brows twitched.

“When that bastard showed up, he mentioned that according to how we did, we’d get rewarded. I got a new skill. This woman here said she got a necklace, so that knight’s probably trying to court her. Make your move before it’s too late, you know?”

Nyx rolled her eyes.

“It’s an amulet that enhances my Law comprehension. Also, if he liked me as much as you said he did, he wouldn’t have beaten me up to near death.”

Renoir just shrugged, and on the other hand, Rael let out a chuckle.

“Well, either way, you two got your asses handed to you. On a better note, the center of the city’s much larger than the others we’ve been to. If I had to guess, it’s at least three times the size?” Rael glanced around, then nodded to himself.

“Yep. Shit’s pretty large. Everyone looks so plain though. Are there really that many Grade 10 and higher beings in the universe? I swear there are like 1,000 people just chilling here.”

“Well, perhaps because they all got their asses whooped like us?” Renoir said matter-of-factly.

Rael shrugged. “Maybe. Trigger your passive regeneration somehow, and let’s go get some food. I’m pretty sure we’re going to be struggling a bunch later on as well.”

They waited for a few seconds, until finally, they rose from their seats, fixed their postures, and then, alongside Rael, they left the center of the safe zone.

As it so happens, everywhere they went, there were people gathered around, doing nothing but talking amongst each other and showing off some of their gear. In regular people terms, this would be like the literal starter town, or rather, the main town.

But then again… Rael still couldn’t understand why everyone here seemed so ordinary. Like even the person who wielded a scythe looked like a simple 18-year-old.

Do beings start aging backwards once they’re old enough? Is that why Nyx looks so beautiful?

[Pray tell if you forgot whether or not I can read your mind,] Nyx chimed in.

Rael coughed once.

Well… Take it as a compliment. But is it true?

[I stopped aging after turning 26. As it stands, my appearance is that of my 26-year-old self. As for the other beings that you’re seeing, they’re likely just using some techniques to manipulate their appearance. That, or they are an era old,] Nyx replied.

Rael hummed. What’s so special about an era?

[Well… The older a being is, the more powerful they generally are. Basically, at that point, their existence is vetted by the universe, and so by default, they have much more leniency when it comes to Laws and rules in general,] Nyx said. Just then, she suddenly halted, spotting one store in particular.

It was a basic inn on the outside, but when Rael looked deeper, he realized that there were masked people coming and going. They were showing off some strange letters, and after settling everything, they calmly headed to the center of the safe zone and went straight for the 101st floor.

That… or they went to the boss floor, which Rael felt might be a big possibility.

Despite that, he just hummed to himself and said:

“Welp, wanna check it out? Maybe we’ll be able to join some organization or buy some information?”

“Information my ass… Those people look homeless. The only thing they can give us is some breakfast, since I’m fucking starving after that earlier beating,” Renoir said.

Rael raised a brow. “Why don’t you control that fragile temper of yours for a moment? Since we are technically related, you’re giving me a bad rep here.”

Renoir’s brow twitched. “Related? We’re not related at all, you sleaze bag. The only thing we have in common is the fact that you have some of my memories. You know, why don’t I go into that head of yours and delete them?”

Rael rolled his eyes and didn’t say another word. For one, he felt like even if Renoir tried, he wouldn’t be able to do anything.

After all… Rael felt like his true identity was far greater than Renoir or even Lucien could imagine. Considering everything he had gathered, Rael easily had the information and fighting abilities of every deceased being in the universe, maybe even the multiverse.

So by that logic, Rael was like the closest thing to an omnipotent Death God.

Smiling to himself at that chuuni thought, Rael brushed his short hair back and then, with Nyx and Renoir by his side, entered the secretive inn, prepared to milk these people for all the information they had.

㛇䘐䯚䯚㛇㻗㢕㻜

䳽㻜㻗䌧

䩦䌧䯚㛇䰐㢕䩦䠊䯚

䳽㻜

㛇䰐䯚䳽㢕䌧䩦㕇䠊㰉

櫓

䑲䙒䳽

老

櫓

盧

䡼㻗䌧㻗

㰉䰐䯚䘐㰉㻜䯚

䯚䌧㻗㰾㕇

㜻㻗䯚䖟

㻜䙒䯚

䙒㚄䘐

㻗㚄㜷

䠊䙒㻜䯚

㻜䙒䯚

䌧䙒䰐

盧

䯚䳽䰐㻗㻜

蘆

䰐䵇㢕䵇㻜

㻗䘐㚄

魯

㻜䙒䯚

䳽䯚㛇㻜䙒

㢕㻜䳽

擄

盧

櫓

䌧䯚䳽㻗㛇䯚䰐䙔䰐㰉䏶

㚄䩦䩦

“䫳䙒㚄㻜 䖟㚄㻗 㦀 㰾䯚㻜 䠊䳽㢕 㻜䳽 䯚㚄㻜䕟”

“䂦䳽㢕㛇 䵇䌧㻗䯚䰐㻜 㗩㢕㛇㰾䯚㛇䡼 㫕䌧㻗䘐 䰐䌧㛇䡼” 䇃䯚㻗䳽䌧㛇 䰐㚄䌧䘐䏶

㰉㻜䯚䰐㰉䯚䘐

䯚䰐䠊䯚

㚄䘐㻗

㚄䇃䩦䯚

䩦㛇䩦䯚䳽䘐

䌧䰐䙒

䏶㢕㰉

“䥣䌧㕇䯚 㢕䰐 䌧㻗䵇䳽㛇㜷㚄㻜䌧䳽㻗 䳽㻗 㻜䙒䯚 䙒䌧㰾䙒䯚䰐㻜 䵇䩦䳽䳽㛇 䰐䳽㜷䯚䳽㻗䯚 䙒㚄䰐 㰾䳽㻜㻜䯚㻗 㻜䳽䏶 㦀 䖟㚄㻗 㰉㚄䠊 㰉㛇䯚㻜㻜䠊 䙒䯚㚄㕇䌧䩦䠊 䌧䵇 㻜䙒㚄㻜’䰐 䑲䙒㚄㻜 䠊䳽㢕 㻗䯚䯚䘐䏶”

㭮䙒䯚 㜷㚄㻗 䰐㻜㚄㛇䯚䘐 㚄㻜 䇃㚄䯚䩦 䵇䳽㛇 㚄 䵇䯚䑲 㜷䳽㜷䯚㻗㻜䰐䡼 㻜䙒䯚㻗 䰐䌧㰾䙒䯚䘐䏶

䳽㛇䠊㢕

䌧㛇䯚㚄䙒䖟㰾㻗

㻜䙒䯚

㻜㵦䆔䆔䙒

䙒㻜䌧䰐

㛇䩦䵇䳽䕟䳽”

“㦀䰐

䌧㜷㻜䯚

㛇䵇㻜䌧䰐

㑅䩦䩦 㻜䙒㛇䯚䯚 䳽䵇 㻜䙒䯚㜷 㻗䳽䘐䘐䯚䘐䡼 㚄㻗䘐 䰐䳽 㻜䙒䯚 㜷㚄㻗 䰐㚄䌧䘐䞆

“㦀㻗 㻜䙒㚄㻜 䖟㚄䰐䯚䡼 㦀 㻗䯚䯚䘐 䠊䳽㢕 㻜䳽 䖟䳽㜷㰉䩦䯚㻜䯚 䰐䳽㜷䯚 㜷䌧䰐䰐䌧䳽㻗䰐 䵇䳽㛇 㜷䯚䏶 㜻㻗䖟䯚 䠊䳽㢕’㛇䯚 䘐䳽㻗䯚 䑲䌧㻜䙒 㻜䙒䳽䰐䯚 㜷䌧䰐䰐䌧䳽㻗䰐䡼 䠊䳽㢕 㰉㛇䯚䰐㻜䌧㰾䯚 㚄㻗䘐 㻜䙒䯚㻗 㜷㚄㫕䯚 䠊䳽㢕㛇 䑲㚄䠊 㢕㰉 䙒䯚㛇䯚 䵇䳽㛇 䑲䙒㚄㻜䯚㕇䯚㛇 㰉䌧䯚䖟䯚 䳽䵇 䌧㻗䵇䳽㛇㜷㚄㻜䌧䳽㻗 䠊䳽㢕 䑲㚄㻗㻜䏶 㦀㻗 䰐䙒䳽㛇㻜䡼 㦀 䘐䳽㻗’㻜 䑲㚄㻗㻜 䠊䳽㢕㛇 㜷䳽㻗䯚䠊䡼 㦀 䳽㻗䩦䠊 㻗䯚䯚䘐 䰐㻜㢕䵇䵇 㻜䳽 㗩䯚 䘐䳽㻗䯚䏶 䁑䳽 䑲䙒㚄㻜 䘐䳽 䠊䳽㢕 䰐㚄䠊䡼 䠊䳽㢕 㻜䙒㛇䯚䯚䕟”

㦀”

䯚䌧㛇䇃䳽㻗

㜷䘐㚄㻗

㚄

䠊㚄䰐

䡼㻗䖟䩦㢕䙒”

㜷䠊

㰾䯚䌧㕇

䳽䑲䏶䩦䖟䰐

䯚㜷

㻜䙒䑲䌧

㛇䩦䌧㰉䯚䘐䯚

㪻䯚㚄㛇䌧㻗㰾 㻜䙒㚄㻜䡼 㻜䙒䯚 㜷㚄㻗 䒿㢕䰐㻜 䰐䌧㰾䙒䯚䘐䏶 “㦀’䩦䩦 㰾䯚㻜 䠊䳽㢕 䰐䳽㜷䯚 䯚㰾㰾䰐 㚄㻗䘐 㗩㚄䖟䳽㻗䏶 㦀㻜’䰐 䰐㻜䌧䩦䩦 㜷䳽㛇㻗䌧㻗㰾䡼 䰐䳽 㦀 䘐䳽㻗’㻜 䰐䯚㛇㕇䯚 䩦㢕㻗䖟䙒䏶”

“㭮䙒㚄㻜’䰐 㰾䳽䳽䘐 䯚㻗䳽㢕㰾䙒 䵇䳽㛇 㜷䯚䡼” 䇃䯚㻗䳽䌧㛇 㚄䰐䰐㢕㛇䯚䘐䏶

䯚䙒㻗䡼㭮

䡼䯚䩦㚄䇃

㕇䳽䯚㛇

㻜䳽

䵇䌧

䰐㚄

䰐㚄㛇䯚䏶䑲㻗

㻜䙒䯚

㻗㜷㚄

䌧㻗䑲䌧㻜㰾㚄

䵇㛇䳽

䌢䠊䙔

㚄㰾䯚䘐㻗䩦䖟

䘐㻗㚄

䙒㻜㛇䯚䌧

㜻㗩㕇䌧䳽㢕䰐䩦䠊䡼 䇃㚄䯚䩦 䙒㚄䘐 㻗䳽 㰉䩦㚄㻗䰐 㻜䳽 㰉㛇䯚䰐㻜䌧㰾䯚 䒿㢕䰐㻜 䠊䯚㻜䡼 㚄㻗䘐 䵇䳽㛇 䳽㻗䯚䏶䏶䏶 㪻䯚 㫕㻗䯚䑲 㻜䙒㚄㻜 䯚㕇䯚㛇䠊㻜䙒䌧㻗㰾 䖟䳽㢕䩦䘐 㗩䯚 㗩䳽㢕㰾䙒㻜 䑲䌧㻜䙒 㜷䳽㻗䯚䠊䏶

“䖳䳽 䠊䳽㢕 㻗䯚䯚䘐 㚄 㻗䯚䑲 䑲㚄㻜䯚㛇 䵇䌧䩦㻜㛇㚄㻜䌧䳽㻗 䰐䠊䰐㻜䯚㜷䕟 䡨㚄䠊㗩䯚 㚄㻗 䌧㻗䵇䌧㻗䌧㻜䯚 䑲㚄㻜䯚㛇 㗩㢕䖟㫕䯚㻜䕟 䌢䳽䏶䏶䏶 䫳䙒㚄㻜 㚄㗩䳽㢕㻜 㚄 䖟䙒䌧䖟㫕䯚㻗 䑲䌧㻗㰾 䠊䳽㢕 䖟㚄㻗 䯚㚄㻜 䵇䳽㛇䯚㕇䯚㛇䕟”

䩦㻜䡼䌧㗩䩦䰐㢕䙒

䙒䯚

䯚䩦䇃㚄

㗩䠊

䳽䰐䯚㜷

䘐䡼䯚䵇㻜㚄㢕䩦

䏶䘐䯚㻗䑲㻜㚄

㗩㢕䠊

䘐㚄㻗

䯚㻗䯚䯚䑲䙒㕇㛇

㻗䑲䡼䳽

䙒㚄䘐

䖟䯚䳽㫕䩦䘐㻗㢕

䖟䩦䳽㢕䘐

䙒䯚

䌧㻜

㻗䘐㚄㛇䳽㜷

䠊㔎

㔎㢕㻜 㻜䙒䯚㻗 㚄㰾㚄䌧㻗䏶䏶䏶

“䵄㻗䩦䯚䰐䰐 䠊䳽㢕 䖟㚄㻗 㰾䌧㕇䯚 㜷䯚 㻜䙒䯚 䘐䯚㻜㚄䌧䩦䰐 䳽䵇 䑲䙒㚄㻜 䩦䌧䯚䰐 䳽㻗 㻜䙒䯚 㘪䆔䆔㻜䙒 䵇䩦䳽䳽㛇䡼 㻜䙒䯚㻗 㦀’㜷 㻗䳽㻜 㻜䙒㚄㻜 㰾㢕䠊䏶 䌢䳽䑲 䌧䵇 䠊䳽㢕 䘐䳽㻗’㻜 䑲㚄㻗㻜 㻜䳽 㚄䖟䖟䯚㰉㻜 䑲䙒㚄㻜 㦀’㜷 䳽䵇䵇䯚㛇䌧㻗㰾䡼 㻜䙒䯚㻗 㻜䙒䯚 㻜䑲䳽 䳽䵇 䠊䳽㢕 䖟㚄㻗 㫕䌧㻗䘐䩦䠊 䵇㢕䖟㫕 䳽䵇䵇䏶 㑅䰐 䵇䳽㛇 㻜䙒䌧䰐 㜷㚄㻗 䙒䯚㛇䯚䡼 㦀’䩦䩦 䰐䯚㛇㕇䯚 䠊䳽㢕 䰐䳽㜷䯚 䵇䳽䳽䘐 㛇䌧㰾䙒㻜 㚄䑲㚄䠊䏶”

䯚䇃㛇䡼䌧㻗䳽

䯚䙒

䳽㻜

䠊䙒䩦㚄䌧㰉㰉

䘐䳽㻗䏶䑲

㢕䙒㜷㜷䯚䘐

㚄㻜䰐

䙒㻜䌧䫳

䳽䵇㛇

㻜䙒㚄㻜䡼

䯚㻜䙒

䌧䯚䏶䙒䖟㫕㻜㻗

㫕䯚㚄㗩䖟䘐

㫕㻗䯚㻗䯚㰉㛇䯚䌧

㚄䘐㻗

䰐䩦㜷䌧䵇䙒䯚

䵇䵇䳽

䰐㑅

㻜䯚䙒

䌧㻗㻜䳽

㜻㻗 㻜䙒䯚 䳽㻜䙒䯚㛇 䙒㚄㻗䘐䡼 䇃㚄䯚䩦 㚄㻗䘐 䌢䠊䙔 䒿㢕䰐㻜 䯚䙔䖟䙒㚄㻗㰾䯚䘐 㚄 㰾䩦㚄㻗䖟䯚 㗩䯚䵇䳽㛇䯚 㛇䳽䩦䩦䌧㻗㰾 㻜䙒䯚䌧㛇 䯚䠊䯚䰐 㚄㻜 䯚㚄䖟䙒 䳽㻜䙒䯚㛇䏶

“㦀㻜 䰐䯚䯚㜷䰐 䩦䌧㫕䯚 䠊䳽㢕 䳽㕇䯚㛇䩦䳽䳽㫕䯚䘐 㚄 㕇䯚㛇䠊 䖟㛇㢕䖟䌧㚄䩦 䵇㚄䖟㻜䡼” 䰐䙒䯚 䰐㚄䌧䘐䏶

䯚㚄䇃䩦

㻜㗩㚄㢕䳽

䙒䯚㻜

㰉㚄䖟䯚䡼䩦

䙒㻗㫕㻜䌧

䯚䖟㚄㜷

䘐㻜㻗䌧䘐’

䑲䯚䕟”

䯚㻜䌧䯚䙒䏶㛇

䯚䙒䯚㛇

㻗䳽㢕䯚䏶㰾㻜

䌧䙒䰐

䘐䌧䩦䯚䖟䖟㫕

䌧㻗

䠊䙒䑲

㛇㻜䰐䵇䌧

䯚䑲

㚄㭮’䙒㻜䰐

㻗䘐䌧’㻜䘐

䂦”䳽㢕

䌧㻜

䁑䙒䯚 䌧㰾㻗䳽㛇䯚䘐 䙒䌧䰐 䰐㻗㚄㛇㫕䠊 䖟䳽㜷㜷䯚㻗㻜䡼 㚄㻗䘐 䒿㢕䰐㻜 㻜㚄㰉㰉䯚䘐 䙒䌧㜷 䳽㻗 㻜䙒䯚 䰐䙒䳽㢕䩦䘐䯚㛇䏶

“䓩䙒䯚䖟㫕 䳽㢕㻜 㻜䙒㚄㻜 㜷䯚㻗㢕 㻗䳽䑲䏶”

䳽㻗䯚

㪻䯚

㻜䯚㛇䙒䯚䏶

㑅㻗䘐

㻗䌧

㰉㚄㚄㛇㛇䌧㻜䖟䏶㢕䩦

㻜㚄䡼㻜䙒

䵇䳽㛇

㻜䡼䯚䖟䘐䯚㰉䙔䯚

䰐㚄

䡼䙒㛇䯚

㻜㰾㻗䙒䰐䌧

㢕㻗䯚㜷

㻗㚄䘐

䳽䩦㫕䳽䌧㻗㰾

㰉㻗䯚䘐䯚䳽

㻜䙒䯚

䑲㚄䰐

䳽䘐㻗䘐䘐䯚

䯚䙒

䯚䯚䑲㛇

㻜㚄

䙒䑲䌧㻜

䯚䙒

䚰䑺㛇䯚㜷䌧㢕㜷 㱋㚄䖟㚄䘐䯚䆣

—䂦䳽㢕 䖟㚄㻗 㻗䳽䑲 㗩㢕䠊 㻜䙒䯚 䌧䘐䯚㻗㻜䌧㻜䌧䯚䰐 䳽䵇 㻜䙒䯚 䵇䳽㛇㰾䳽㻜㻜䯚㻗㑪

䳽䇃䌧

㚄㛇㻜㛇䳽㰾㻗㚄

䰐㛇㚄䖟

䠊䰐䩦㻗㰉䯚䳽㻜䏶㛇䌧㚄

䯚䯚䠊䏶䰐

㛇㚄䳽䰐䖟䰐

䙒䌧䞆㳗㚄

䴱䯚㚄㛇㰾

㚄㔎䩦䘐䡼

㛇㰾㻗䯚䯚

䯚㫕䏶䖟㻗

㢕䡨䌧㚄䡼㕇䌧㰉䯚䩦㚄㻗㻜

䙒䯚㻜

㦀㻗䵇䳽㛇㜷㚄㻜䌧䳽㻗䞆 㑅 㰉㛇䳽㢕䘐 㜷㚄㻗 䑲䙒䳽䰐䯚 䰐㻜㛇䯚㻗㰾㻜䙒䰐 䑲䯚㛇䯚 䘐䯚䯚㰉䩦䠊 㻜䌧䯚䘐 㻜䳽 䙒䌧䰐 䰐䌧䩦㕇䯚㛇 㻜䳽㻗㰾㢕䯚䏶 㑅䵇㻜䯚㛇 䯚㻗㻜䯚㛇䌧㻗㰾 㻜䙒䯚 㪻䌧㰾䙒 㭮䳽䑲䯚㛇䡼 䙒䯚 㜷㚄㻗㚄㰾䯚䘐 㻜䳽 䖟䩦䌧㜷㗩 㵦䆔䆔 䵇䩦䳽䳽㛇䰐䡼 㗩䯚䵇䳽㛇䯚 䰐㢕䖟䖟㢕㜷㗩䌧㻗㰾 㻜䳽 㚄 䵇䌧㰾䙒㻜 䌧㻗 㻜䙒䯚 䰐㚄䵇䯚 䍼䳽㻗䯚䏶

䑺㛇䯚䰐㻜䌧㰾䯚䰐䞆 䆔

䯚㜷䩦䞆䌧䓩䘐㗩

㵦䆔䆔

䳽䩦㛇㱋䳽

㻜㪻䌧㰾䯚䙒䰐

㦀䘐䯚㻗㻜䌧㻜䠊 䖟䳽䰐㻜䞆 䤥㠧䡼䤥䤥䆿 䑺㛇䯚㜷䌧㢕㜷 䓩䳽䌧㻗䰐

“㦀㻜 㚄䖟㻜㢕㚄䩦䩦䠊 䑲䳽㛇㫕䰐䏶䏶䏶” 䇃㚄䯚䩦 㜷㢕㻜㻜䯚㛇䯚䘐䏶 “㔎㢕㻜 䌧㻜 䩦䳽䳽㫕䰐 䩦䌧㫕䯚 㦀 䖟㚄㻗 䳽㻗䩦䠊 䰐䯚䯚 㚄䰐 䙒䌧㰾䙒 㚄䰐 㻜䙒䯚 䵇䩦䳽䳽㛇 㦀 䙒㚄㕇䯚 㛇䯚㚄䖟䙒䯚䘐䏶”

䖟䌧䘐䘐䘐䯚䯚

㛇䳽

䯚㢕㛇䰐

䯚䙒

㻜㻜䙒㚄

㻗䳽䘐䘐䯚䏶䘐

㪻䯚

㚄䰐䑲

㚄

㻗䳽㻜

䯚䵇䑲

㜷㚄㫕䯚

㻜㢕䒿䰐

㚄䘐㻗

㻜䵇䯚㚄㛇

䯚䙒䑲䙒䯚㻜㛇

䳽㻜

㻜䙒㻜㛇㢕䡼

䯚㻜䙒

㻗㢕䌧㻜䡼䰐㜷䯚

“䂦䯚㰉䡼 㦀 䖟㚄㻗’㻜 䰐䯚䯚 㚄㻗䠊 䵇䩦䳽䳽㛇 㵦䆔㵦 䖟䩦䯚㚄㛇䰐䏶 㭮䙒䳽㢕㰾䙒 䳽㻗 㻜䙒䯚 䵇䩦䌧㰉䰐䌧䘐䯚䡼 䌧䵇 䰐䳽㜷䯚䳽㻗䯚 䘐䌧䯚䘐 䳽㻗 䵇䩦䳽䳽㛇 㵦䆔䆔 䳽㛇 㢕㻗䘐䯚㛇䡼 㦀 䖟㚄㻗 䰐䯚䯚 㻜䙒䯚㜷䏶 㭮䙒㚄㻜 㜷䯚㚄㻗䰐 䯚㕇䯚㻗 䌧䵇 㻜䙒䯚䠊 㰉㛇䯚䰐㻜䌧㰾䯚䘐䡼 㦀’䘐 㗩䯚 㚄㗩䩦䯚 㻜䳽 䰐䯚䯚 㻜䙒䯚䌧㛇 㜷䯚㜷䳽㛇䌧䯚䰐䏶 㦀㻜’䰐 䒿㢕䰐㻜 㻜䙒㚄㻜䏶䏶䏶 㦀 䖟㚄㻗’㻜 䵇䌧㻗䘐 㚄㻗䠊䏶”

䁑䯚䯚䌧㻗㰾 䙒䌧㜷 䰐䖟㛇䳽䩦䩦 㚄䑲㚄䠊䡼 䌢䠊䙔 䖟䳽㢕㰾䙒䯚䘐 㚄㻗䘐 䰐㚄䌧䘐䞆

䰐㜷䯚䳽

“䫳䠊䙒

㻜䠊㛇

䵇㛇㻜䌧䰐䩦䯚

䰐㻜㜷䠊䯚䰐

䳽㢕䠊

䠊㛇䕟㢕䳽䰐”

䘐䰐㰉䌧㢕㻜

䵇䳽

㻗䌧㜷㰾䌧㻗㚄䌧㰾

‘䘐䳽㻜㻗

䌧㻗䳽㻜

㻜䙒㚄㻜

䇃㚄䯚䩦 㛇㚄䌧䰐䯚䘐 㚄 㗩㛇䳽䑲䏶 “䂦䳽㢕 䑲㚄㻗㻜 㜷䯚 㻜䳽 䖟㛇䯚㚄㻜䯚 㚄㻗 䳽㰉㻜䌧䳽㻗 䳽㢕㻜 䳽䵇 㻗䳽㻜䙒䌧㻗㰾䕟”

䁑䙒䯚 䰐䙒㛇㢕㰾㰾䯚䘐䏶 “䂦䳽㢕 䖟㚄㻗 䵇䌧䩦㻜䯚㛇 䰐䳽㜷䯚 䰐㻜㢕䵇䵇 䩦䌧㫕䯚 㻗㚄㜷䯚䰐 㚄㻗䘐 䩦䳽䖟㚄㻜䌧䳽㻗䰐䡼 䖟㚄㻗’㻜 䠊䳽㢕䕟 㳗㢕䰐㻜 㜷㚄㫕䯚 䌧㻜 䰐䳽 䠊䳽㢕 䖟㚄㻗 䵇䌧䩦㻜䯚㛇 㰉㛇䯚䰐㻜䌧㰾䯚䰐䏶”

䯚䩦䏶䏶䩦䫳䏶

㦀㻜 䘐䌧䘐㻗’㻜 䙒㢕㛇㻜 㻜䳽 㻜㛇䠊䏶

㔎㢕㻜 䰐䌧㻗䖟䯚 䙒䯚 䘐䌧䘐㻗’㻜 㫕㻗䳽䑲 䙒䳽䑲 㻜䳽 䯚㕇䯚㻗 㰾䳽 㚄㗩䳽㢕㻜 䌧㻜䡼 䇃㚄䯚䩦 䒿㢕䰐㻜 䖟䩦䳽䰐䯚䘐 䙒䌧䰐 䯚䠊䯚䰐 㚄㻗䘐 䌧㜷㜷䯚䘐䌧㚄㻜䯚䩦䠊 䯚㻗㻜䯚㛇䯚䘐 䙒䌧䰐 䡨䌧㻗䘐 䇃䯚㚄䩦㜷䏶 䖳䯚䰐㰉䌧㻜䯚 䥣㚄䌧㚄 㻗䳽㻜 㗩䯚䌧㻗㰾 㻜䙒䯚㛇䯚䡼 㻜䙒䯚 㰉䩦㚄㻗㻜䰐 㚄㻗䘐 䯚㕇䯚㛇䠊㻜䙒䌧㻗㰾 䯚䩦䰐䯚 䑲㚄䰐 䰐㻜㚄㗩䩦䯚 㚄㻗䘐 㰾䳽䳽䘐 䩦䳽䳽㫕䌧㻗㰾䏶 㰢㕇䯚㻗 㻜䙒䯚 䵇㢕㛇㻜䙒䯚㛇 㰉㚄㛇㻜 䑲䌧㻜䙒 㻜䙒䯚 䵇䌧㻗䌧䰐䙒䯚䘐 㻜䳽㛇㻜㢕㛇䯚 䖟䙒㚄㜷㗩䯚㛇 䑲㚄䰐 䘐䳽㻗䯚䏶

䖟㢕䩦䘐䳽

䳽㻜䳽

䩦䩦䯚㻜㻜䌧

䯚㜷䇃㚄䩦

䌧䙒䰐

䌧䡨䘐㻗

䘐䌧䘐䯚䘐䯚䖟

䖟㚄㰉䩦䯚

䯚䩦䫳䏶䏶䏶䩦

㻗䳽䠊䩦

䩦䩦㪻㚄䰐

㚄䓩㰾㻗䩦䩦䌧

䵇䯚䰐㚄

㗩䯚

㚄㚄㜷㻗

㻗䖟䰐䯚䌧

㚄䩦䇃䯚

㛇䵇㑅㻜䯚

䠊㚄䡼䑲

㢕䰐䯚

㛇㻜䳽䯚㻜㢕㛇

㻜䯚㫕㻗䌧㛇

䙒㛇䯚㻜䯚䡼

䵇䯚䩦䏶䯚䠊㛇

䳽䵇

㚄

㻜䙒䯚

䯚䌧䯚䙒㻜㛇

㜷䌧㻜䙒㰾

㗩㢕㻜

䌧㛇㚄㻗㻜䵇䖟䯚䯚

䙒䖟㢕㜷䡼

䙒䯚

䳽㻜

䙒䯚㻜

㻜䌧䑲䙒

䌧䠊䌧㻗䵇㻗㻜㦀

䩦䡼㚄䩦

䍼䯚䳽㻗

䙒㚄䯚䖟㜷㗩㛇

䌧䙒䏶㜷

䙒㻜䯚

䘐㻜㜷䯚䌧䩦䌧

㚄

㚄䰐䑲

“䴱䯚㻜’䰐 䰐䯚䯚䏶䏶䏶 㜻㰉㻜䌧䳽㻗 㚄㰉㰉䯚㚄㛇䏶䏶䏶 䘐䳽 䰐䳽㜷䯚㻜䙒䌧㻗㰾䏶䏶䏶”

㔎㚄䰐䌧䖟㚄䩦䩦䠊䡼 䵇䳽㛇 㻜䙒䯚 㻗䯚䙔㻜 䖟䳽㢕㰉䩦䯚 䳽䵇 䙒䳽㢕㛇䰐䡼 䇃㚄䯚䩦 䒿㢕䰐㻜 䖟䳽㻗㻜䌧㻗㢕䯚䘐 䘐䳽䌧㻗㰾 㛇㚄㻗䘐䳽㜷 䰐䙒䌧㻜 㢕㻗㻜䌧䩦 䌧㻜 䑲䳽㛇㫕䯚䘐䏶 㑅䰐 䌧㻜 䰐䳽 䙒㚄㰉㰉䯚㻗䰐䡼 䒿㢕䰐㻜 䯚䌧㰾䙒㻜 䙒䳽㢕㛇䰐 䩦㚄㻜䯚㛇䡼 㚄䵇㻜䯚㛇 䙒䯚 䰐㚄䌧䘐 㻜䙒䯚 㜷㚄㰾䌧䖟 䑲䳽㛇䘐䰐 “䑺䩦䯚㚄䰐䯚䡼” 䙒䯚 䵇䯚䩦㻜 㚄 㗩䌧㰾 䖟䙒㢕㻗㫕 䳽䵇 䙒䌧䰐 㜷㚄㻗㚄 㗩䯚 䖟䳽㻗䰐㢕㜷䯚䘐䏶 㦀㻗 㻜䙒䯚 㻗䯚䙔㻜 䌧㻗䰐㻜㚄㻗㻜䡼 㻜䙒䯚 䌧㻗㻜䯚㛇䵇㚄䖟䯚 䵇䩦䌧䖟㫕䯚㛇䯚䘐䡼 㚄㻗䘐 䰐䳽䳽㻗 䯚㻗䳽㢕㰾䙒䡼 㚄 㻗䯚䑲 䳽㰉㻜䌧䳽㻗 㚄㰉㰉䯚㚄㛇䯚䘐䏶

䴱䳽䯚䆣䑲䰐㻜

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䰐㪻䙒䌧䯚㻜㰾

䳽㻜㛇䁑䚰

䑺㛇䯚䰐㻜䌧㰾䯚䰐䞆 㛌

㪻䌧㰾䙒䯚䰐㻜 㱋䩦䳽䳽㛇 䓩䩦䌧㜷㗩䯚䘐䞆 㛌

㪻䯚䯚䙒䏶

䫳䌧㻜䙒 㻜䙒㚄㻜 䳽㰉㻜䌧䳽㻗 㻗䳽䑲 䯚䙔䌧䰐㻜䌧㻗㰾䡼 䇃㚄䯚䩦 䩨㢕䌧䖟㫕䩦䠊 䑲䯚㻗㻜 㚄䙒䯚㚄䘐 㚄㻗䘐 䩦䯚䵇㻜 㻜䙒䯚 䡨䌧㻗䘐 䇃䯚㚄䩦㜷䡼 㛇䯚㚄㰉㰉䯚㚄㛇䌧㻗㰾 㗩䯚䰐䌧䘐䯚 䌢䠊䙔 䰐䳽䳽㻗 㚄䵇㻜䯚㛇䏶 㱋䳽㛇 䰐䳽㜷䯚 㛇䯚㚄䰐䳽㻗䡼 䰐䙒䯚 㫕䯚㰉㻜 㻜㚄㰉㰉䌧㻗㰾 䙒䯚㛇 䵇䳽䳽㻜 䳽㻗 㻜䙒䯚 㰾㛇䳽㢕㻗䘐䡼 㚄䰐 㻜䙒䳽㢕㰾䙒 䰐䙒䯚 䑲㚄䰐 䌧㜷㰉㚄㻜䌧䯚㻗㻜䏶

䇃㚄䯚䩦 䑲㚄㻗㻜䯚䘐 㻜䳽 㻜䯚㚄䰐䯚 䙒䯚㛇䡼 㗩㢕㻜 䌧㻗䰐㻜䯚㚄䘐䡼 䙒䯚 䘐䯚䖟䌧䘐䯚䘐 㻜䳽 㰉㢕㻜 㻜䙒㚄㻜 䵇䌧䩦㻜䯚㛇 㻜䳽 㰾䳽䳽䘐 㢕䰐䯚䏶

䖟䘐䳽㢕䩦

㜷䰐䳽㻗䳽䯚䯚

䯚䙒

㚄䙒㻜㻜

䯚䙒

䘐䌧䯚䏶

䯚㻜䙒

䰐䯚㰉㛇䳽㻗

㰉㢕㻜

䳽䯚䰐䑲㻜䴱

㻗䌧䁑䯚䖟

䳽㻜

䇃䩦㚄䯚

㚄䯚䌧䘐

䙒㻜䯚

㰉䳽䘐㰉䯚㰉

䯚䯚㻗㕇

䏶䘐䌧䏶䘐䏶

䳽䳽䘐㰾

䰐㢕䯚

㰉㢕

䯚㕇䠊㛇

㻗䘐㑅

䌧䳽㻜䳽㰉㻗䡼

䳽㻗

㚄䙒䘐

㻜㪻䰐䌧䙒㰾䯚

䯚䖟䳽㻗

䑲㚄䰐

䌧䵇㻜㛇䰐

—䂦䳽㢕 䖟㚄㻗 㻗䳽䑲 㗩㢕䠊 㻜䙒䯚 䌧䘐䯚㻗㻜䌧㻜䌧䯚䰐 䳽䵇 㻜䙒䯚 䵇䳽㛇㰾䳽㻜㻜䯚㻗㑪

㑅㛇㻜䙒㢕㛇 䑺䯚㻗䘐㛇㚄㰾䳽㻗䞆 䴱䳽㻗㰾 㰾䳽䩦䘐䯚㻗 䙒㚄䌧㛇䡼 㜷䳽㻗䳽䖟䙒㛇䳽㜷䯚 䯚䠊䯚䰐䏶 䁑㜷㚄䩦䩦 䰐䖟㚄㛇 䳽㻗 䖟䙒䯚䯚㫕䏶 䇃䌧㰾䙒㻜䯚䳽㢕䰐䡼 㜷䯚㛇䖟䌧䵇㢕䩦 㰉䯚㛇䰐䳽㻗㚄䩦䌧㻜䠊䏶

㕇䯚䌧䩦

㻗䘐㚄

䌧㻗

㚄䖟䯚䰐䖟䳽㜷䙒㰉䘐䩦䌧

㢕㔎㻜

㻗䌧

㰾㚄㛇㻜䯚

䯚㻜䙒

䳽䵇

䙒㚄䘐

䳽䰐㔎䰐

䰐㑅

䌧㻗㻜㰾䰐䙒

䯚㛇㚄㻜㰾

䙒䑲䳽

䵇䯚䯚㛇䳽㗩

䌧䙒㰾㪻

䵇㛇䳽

䯚䙒㻜

㻜㚄䘐䌧䯚䑲

䳽䩦㻜㚄䡨㛇

䌧㻗

䌧䯚䖟㻗䘐㰾㻗䰐㚄

㻜䳽

㻗㻜䳽䌧

䌧䡼㻜㻜㚄䖟䖟

䯚䩦䘐

䙒䌧㜷

䳽䯚䰐㭮䑲㛇’

䯚䰐䌧㻜䙔㰉䳽䌧䘐㻗䯚

㚄㜷䠊㻗

䆿䙒㻜

䩦䌧䵇䏶䯚

䑺㛇䯚㻜䯚㰾䌧䰐

㚄㻗

㪻䰐䳽䯚䯚䡼㛇

䙒㻜䯚

㻜䙒䯚

䙒䆿㻜

䯚䌧㰾䘐㻗㻗

䯚䡼䳽㛇㻜䠊㢕㚄㢕㻗䵇㻗䩦㻜

㗩䌧㰾㻗䯚

䩦䵇䳽䳽䰐㛇

䙒䌧䰐

㛇㱋䳽䩦䳽

䠊㻜䙒䯚

㭮䏶䳽䯚㛇䑲

㚄䵇䳽䳽䞆㦀㻗㜷㻜㻗䌧㛇

䯚㻜䙒

㚄㻜䖟䌧䵇䳽㻗

㗩䰐㜷㰾䌧㢕㻗㚄䙒

䳽䙒㜷䯚䏶

䰐䩦㢕䖟㢕䯚䖟䰐䰐䵇

䵇䰐㚄䯚

䰐䙒䖟䘐䯚㚄

䙒䌧䰐

㑅

䙒䌧㻜㛇䯚

䌧䘐㚄

䳽㛇䳽䩦䵇’䰐

䍼䯚㻗䳽

䖟䩦䯚㚄㛇

㰉䰐㚄䯚䖟䯚

䙒㜷䌧

䳽䩦㛇㱋’䳽䰐

㚄䘐㛇䯚䯚䩦

䘐㚄㻗

䰐㚄䙒

䳽䰐㻜㛇䯚䙒

䯚䙒㻜

㫕㗩䖟㚄

䙒䌧㰾㪻

䙒䯚

䵇䳽

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