Capítulo 859: Subtle Realization

It was really expensive. But then again, an identity with so much potential was hard to come by, and by that logic, Rael knew if he were to actually buy it, he would know what happens in the next 200 floors.

So of course, he didn’t hesitate for longer than a second as he went ahead and quickly bought Arthur Pendragon’s identity.

The moment he did, a flood of information rushed straight into Rael’s mind. It was far more violent than what he had seen when he had absorbed the Eternal Dream’s memories, but that was only because the Eternal Dream was mostly a spectator for all of his time being alive.

As for Arthur Pendragon… He was an individual of a great many feats, and while he was many things, anti-social and not opportunistic were definitely not two of them.

His life as a human… His life as a being who transcended the cosmos, all of his swordsmanship techniques, relationships, and even the accidental entry into the High Tower.

Everything was inside Rael’s head, and for a moment, Rael felt like time had slowed down as he began meticulously exploring every single part of Arthur’s memories.

For one, in the distant past, the fifth floor was very lively. But that was likely only because the beings were slightly afraid to go further. Not only that, they were satisfied with what they had. But that didn’t mean there weren’t millions of such beings, as every single safe zone Arthur entered, he spotted more and more people.

Eventually, he managed to reach the 100th floor, and unlike now, there were so many more people there. Of course, Arthur’s attention fell on those who looked beat up, since why wouldn’t they be when the 99th floor was so difficult?

That was the first time he had gotten a hint that there might be something more.

And once he went into the 101st floor and fought a perfect copy of himself, he knew that the difficulty would only continue to spike.

But despite that, without the Boss Floors, Arthur managed to reach the 150th floor’s safe zone. That floor had a lot more people than the 100th floor, and so finally, Arthur knew there had to be another way to climb the tower.

So that was when he first prestiged, did his research, and by his 6th prestige, he found out about Boss Floors, where he then managed to make it all the way to the 200th safe zone, which was the size of a small country and had nearly 50 million people there.

And that was also where he first encountered some of his friends that he went on to start a group with and climb together, ignoring the experience restrictions.

That was the case up until the 295th floor, many prestiges, and more that Rael managed to comb through in less than a second. He also realized that the reason why Arthur prestiged was because he could pick his rewards.

And one of those rewards was to artificially increase his Law Mastery. At the 10th prestige and doing so on the 200th floor, he managed to increase his Law Mastery by 10%.

On the 250th floor, it was 15%.

Basically, that was the main reason he prestiged, since so long as he gained comprehension of new Laws and artificially increased them, their details would just flood his mind and make everything so much easier.

But despite that… Before moving on to the 295th floor’s Boss Floor, he decided to do one more prestige, where he evidently died.

And while there were a lot more details that flooded Rael’s mind, he decided to temporarily ignore them. After all, he was taking in the memories of a being who was alive for more than several dozen eras. It was tough, but surprisingly easy to digest.

That just made Rael realize how abnormal he was, though.

Despite that, Rael quickly separated the new memories into careful places in his mind, making sure to avoid the one thing he least wanted… and that one thing was none other than actually being taken over by one of these people.

Whether that was possible or not, Rael wasn’t sure. But then again, the more memories of someone he gained, the more he would become like that person.

Especially since he thought he was Altros, or rather, Renoir, all this time.

Nonetheless, once Rael was finished and he was about to call out to Nyx and Renoir with the new memories and information he gained, his vision suddenly turned blurry when he glanced at Renoir.

Just then, a thought fell into the back of his mind, and while he wasn’t sure where it came from… Rael couldn’t ignore it.

What if the reason he had Renoir’s memories was because Renoir had died?

What if he wasn’t immune to the Shattering that came with Rael’s birth…?

…What if the timing was so perfect that Rael just absorbed Renoir’s memories and caused the Shattering to happen in the first place, thus reviving him without making it seem like he had died in the first place?

“…”

Rael felt conflicted at those thoughts, since he was sure it might be a long shot. Despite that, Rael took a deep breath, put a smile on his face, and finally tapped Nyx on the shoulder.

“Welp, I got some information. Let’s wait for that fatass to finish eating so we can talk.”

She raised a brow.

“You look a little pale.”

Rael rolled his eyes.

“Have you ever tried absorbing several eras’ worth of memories in five seconds?”

She shrugged and didn’t say anything else. Instead, she went ahead and sat in the seat near Renoir, who ignored the two of them and continued devouring the food.

Rael chuckled and did the same. For a moment, he felt relaxed.

But all that relaxation immediately faded when he suddenly saw a message that made his eyes widen.

“…”

What?

盧

魯

虜

蘆

擄

虜

㕮㴖㻿㸩㟒䥦”

老

㴖䶰㷿㸩㧧䝝䓏㟒䋍

櫓

䟨䤦㰃

盧

䋍”㛒

䋍䚬䓉㙖䶰㦑

老㼅䓉䶰㲥 䋍䝝䓏㲥㲥 㻔㟒䃵㲥㙖㴖’䝝 䪨䶰㲥䓏䶰䛵䶰 㕮㷿䓉䝝 㷿䶰 㕮䓉䋍 䋍䶰䶰䓏㴖㸩䒃 䋍㟒 㷿䶰 䃊䃵䋍䝝 䋍㷿㟒㟒㦑 㷿䓏䋍 㷿䶰䓉㙖 䓉㴖㙖 㻔㲥䓏㻔㦑䶰㙖 㟒㴖 䝝㷿䶰 䓏㴖䝝䶰㻿㰲䓉㻔䶰䚬

㛒㴖 䝝㷿䶰 㴖䶰䤦䝝 䓏㴖䋍䝝䓉㴖䝝䒃 䝝㷿䶰 㻔㷿䓉䝝㻿㟒㟒㧧 䓉䖗䖗䶰䓉㻿䶰㙖䒃 䪨䃵䝝 䓏䝝 㕮䓉䋍 䋍䝝㻿䓉㴖㸩䶰㲥㰃 䶰㧧䖗䝝㰃䚬

䶰㼅䓉㵅㲥

䚞䃵䶰㷿㦑䐜䝝

㲥䪣㲥䥦㣍㟒䶰

㣍䶰 㕮䓉䓏䝝䶰㙖 䓉 㰲䶰㕮 䋍䶰㻔㟒㴖㙖䋍䒃 䓉㴖㙖 㷿䶰 䝝㷿㟒䃵㸩㷿䝝 䓏䝝 㕮䓉䋍 䃊䃵䋍䝝 䓉 䖗㲥䓉㻔䶰䪨㟒䚬

䇜䃵䝝 䝝㟒 㷿䓏䋍 䋍䃵㻿䖗㻿䓏䋍䶰䚬䚬䚬

㰲㟒㲥㻿㟒

䃵㦑㷿䶰䚞䝝䐜

䶰䓉㻿

㰃㟒䃵

䓏㷿㷿㻔㕻

䪣䥦㟒㴖

䀗㰲䓉䓏㵅㻿䓉

㵅㽄䓏㲥䓏䝝㷿 䚞䃵䝝䶰㦑㷿䐜 㷟㻿㟒䪨䓉䪨㲥㰃 䓉 㻿䶰䓉㲥㲥㰃 㷿䓏㸩㷿 㟒㴖䶰䒃 䓏䝝’㲥㲥 䝝䓉㦑䶰 䃵䋍 䓉 㕮㷿䓏㲥䶰 䝝㟒 㻔䓉䝝㻔㷿 䃵䖗䚬䪣

㵅㘹䓉䓏䓉䐜 㣍䶰’䋍 㟒㴖 䝝㷿䶰 䰎㮗㮗䝝㷿 㰲㲥㟒㟒㻿 䓉䝝 䝝㷿䶰 㧧㟒㧧䶰㴖䝝䚬 㛒 䋍䓉㙖㲥㰃 㻔䓉㴖’䝝 䝝䶰㲥䶰䖗㟒㻿䝝 䝝㟒 㷿䓏㧧䚬䪣

䶰㼅䓉㲥

䶰䝝㷿

㴖䝝㻿䓉㸩䓏䶰

䒃䖗䃵

㷿䝝䓉䝝

㕮䓉㰃

䚬䚬䚬䃵䇜䝝

䓉

㲥㟒㙖㕮䃵

㧧䓉㴖䶰

㲥䓏䶰㸩䓏㻿䓉㔦㴖

䪨䶰

㰲㴖㙖㟒䃵

㙖㷿䓉

䶰㴖䛵䶰

㲥㴖㕻䝝㟒’䃵㙖

䶰䶰㙖䶰㻿䝝㴖

㟒㕮㲥㻿㙖

㲥㰲䝝䶰

㕮㟒䒃㻿䶰䝝

䓏㽄䶰㴖䃵㻔

㷿䓏䶰䝝㻿

䝝䶰㷿

䝝䶰㟒䚬㻿㕮

䛵㲥䃵㻿䪨㴖䓉䥦䶰䶰㲥

䛵䶰䓉㲥䶰

㲥䃵䓉䓉㻔䝝㲥㰃

㟒䝝

㻿䶰䝝䶰㷿

䓏㰲

䥦䓉䓏㘹䓉

㷿䝝䝝䓉

䶰㦑䓏㲥

䝝㷿䝝䓉

㰲㟒

䓏䋍㷿䝝

㧧䶰㷿䝝

䇜䃵䝝 㷿䶰 䓉㲥䋍㟒 㦑㴖䶰㕮 䝝㷿䓉䝝 䪨㲥䓉㧧䓏㴖㸩 㷿䶰㻿 㴖㟒㕮 㕮㟒䃵㲥㙖 䃊䃵䋍䝝 䪨䶰 䓉 䖗䓉䓏㴖 䓏㴖 䝝㷿䶰 䓉䋍䋍䒃 䋍䓏㴖㻔䶰 㷿䶰 㦑㴖䶰㕮 䝝㷿䓉䝝 䋍㷿䶰 㕮䓉䋍 䋍㧧䓉㻿䝝 䶰㴖㟒䃵㸩㷿 䝝㟒 㻿䶰䓉㲥䓏㔦䶰 㕮㷿䓉䝝 䋍㷿䶰 䋍㷿㟒䃵㲥㙖 䓉㴖㙖 䋍㷿㟒䃵㲥㙖㴖’䝝 㙖㟒䚬

䘂㴖㰃㷿㟒㕮䚬䚬䚬

㴖㟒䥦㸩䪣㙖䓏

㟒䛵㰃㲥㲥䶰

䐜䶰䝝㷿㦑䃵䚞

䓉䶰㻿

䃵㰃㟒

㧧䒃㰲䋍䓏㲥

㽍㰃

㼅䓉㲥㵅䶰

㟒㕮㷿

㵅㘹䓉䓏䓉䐜 䢉䓏㙖 㰃㟒䃵 䖗䶰㻿㷿䓉䖗䋍 㰲㟒㻿㸩䶰䝝 㷿㟒㕮 䝝㟒 㻔㟒㧧㧧䃵㴖䓏㻔䓉䝝䶰䥦 䘂㲥䋍㟒䒃 䝝㷿䶰㰃’㻿䶰 㴖㟒䝝 㧧䓏㲥㰲䋍䒃 䋍䓏㴖㻔䶰 㰃㟒䃵 㙖䓏㙖㴖’䝝 䓏㧧䖗㻿䶰㸩㴖䓉䝝䶰 䶰䓏䝝㷿䶰㻿 㟒㰲 䝝㷿䶰㧧䚬䪣

㼅䓉䶰㲥 䖗㟒䃵䝝䶰㙖䚬

䃵䶰㦑㷿䚞䝝䐜

㰃䃵㟒

㛒

㕮䋍䓉

㰃䃵㟒

㴖㻿䶰㻿䓏㻿㸩䶰㰲

䓉䶰㼅㲥㵅

㟒䒃䝝㟒

㦑㴖㟒䥦䪣㕮

㟒䝝

㵅䀗䓉㰲䓏㻿䓉 䚞䃵䝝䶰㦑㷿䐜 䘂㲥㻿䓏㸩㷿䝝䒃 䝝㷿䓉䝝’䋍 䶰㴖㟒䃵㸩㷿䚬 㕻䶰 㷿䓉䛵䶰㴖’䝝 䋍䶰䶰㴖 䶰䓉㻔㷿 㟒䝝㷿䶰㻿 䓏㴖 㴖䶰䓉㻿㲥㰃 䓉 㙖䶰㻔䓉㙖䶰䒃 䓉㴖㙖 㰃䶰䝝 㰃㟒䃵’㻿䶰 㷿䶰㻿䶰 䪨䶰䓏㴖㸩 㲥䶰㻔㷿䶰㻿㟒䃵䋍䚬 㼅䓉䶰㲥䒃 䋍㷿㟒䃵㲥㙖 㛒 㻔㟒㧧䶰 㟒䛵䶰㻿 䝝㷿䶰㻿䶰 䓉㴖㙖 䖗䃵㴖䓏䋍㷿 㰃㟒䃵䥦䪣

㣍㧧㧧䚬

䝝㴖䶰㻿䶰

㟒䝝㴖

㷿䶰

㰃䓉㧧

䛵㻿䶰㙖㲥䓏䶰䶰

㟒㻿㕮䝝䶰䚬

䝝㟒

䶰㻔䋍䓉

䶰㕻䒃㲥㲥

䝝䓏㽄㷿䓏㲥

䓉㴖㙖

䋍䶰㴖㻔䓏

䓉

䓉㻿䓏䓉䀗㰲

䶰䝝㷿

䓉㕮䋍

䖗䖗㰃䓉㷿

䋍㟒

㟒䋍㲥䓉

䪨䶰㻿㻿㧧䶰䶰㧧

䪨㴖㸩䓏䶰

㷿䝝䶰

䶰䓉㙖㧧䓉㸩㴖

㦑㲥䓉䝝䒃

䒃䶰䪨

㻿㷿䶰

㴖㟒㰃㲥

㷿䓉㙖

㴖㙖’䝝䓏㙖

㧧䋍䶰䶰䋍

䓉㷿㕮䛵䶰䶰㻿䝝

㷿㰃䝝䚬㴖䓉䃵㸩

㼅䶰䓉㲥

䪨䃵䝝

䶰㲥㧧䶰㻿㰃䝝䤦䶰

㷿䓉䝝䝝

䶰㦑䓏㲥

㛒䝝

㷿㰃䝝䶰

㵅㽄䓏㲥䓏䝝㷿 䚞䃵䝝䶰㦑㷿䐜 䇜㰃 䝝㷿䶰 㕮䓉㰃䒃 㰃㟒䃵㻿 䪨㟒㰃 䚼㻿䓏䶰㲥 㷿䓉䋍 䶰㴖䋍㲥䓉䛵䶰㙖 䚞㟒㲥䶰㴖㴖䶰䒃 䪨䃵䝝 㛒 㙖㟒 㷿䓉䛵䶰 䋍㟒㧧䶰 䪨䓉㙖 㴖䶰㕮䋍 㰃㟒䃵 㧧䓏㸩㷿䝝 㴖㟒䝝 䶰䤦䓉㻔䝝㲥㰃 䪨䶰 㕮䓏㲥㲥䓏㴖㸩 䝝㟒 㷿䶰䓉㻿䚬䪣

㼅䓉䶰㲥’䋍 䪨㻿㟒㕮 䝝㕮䓏䝝㻔㷿䶰㙖 䓉䝝 㷿䶰㻿 㕮㟒㻿㙖䋍䚬

㦑䝝䃵䶰䐜㷿䚞

䥦䝝㷿䓉㕻䪣

㵅㲥䶰䓉㼅

㛒㴖䋍䝝䶰䓉㙖 㟒㰲 㽄䓏㲥䓏䝝㷿䒃 䝝㷿㟒䃵㸩㷿䒃 䀗䓉㰲䓏㻿䓉 㻔㷿䓏㧧䶰㙖 䓏㴖䐜

㵅䀗䓉㰲䓏㻿䓉 䚞䃵䝝䶰㦑㷿䐜 㱆㟒䃵㻿 䪨㟒㰃 㧧䓏㸩㷿䝝’䛵䶰 㙖䶰䛵䶰㲥㟒䖗䶰㙖 䓉 㻔㻿䃵䋍㷿 㟒㴖 䚞㟒㲥䶰㴖㴖䶰䚬䪣

䚬””䚬䚬

䘂㻿䶰 䝝㷿䶰㰃 㰲䃵㻔㦑䓏㴖㸩 㕮䓏䝝㷿 㧧䶰䥦

㼅䓉䶰㲥 㻔㟒䃵㲥㙖㴖’䝝 䝝䶰㲥㲥䚬

㣍㰃䝝䚬㲥㴖䶰䋍㟒

䈉䛵䶰㴖 䓏㰲 㷿䶰 㙖䓏㙖㴖’䝝 㷿䓉䛵䶰 䓉 㸩㻿䃵㙖㸩䶰 䓉㸩䓉䓏㴖䋍䝝 䚞㟒㲥䶰㴖㴖䶰䒃 㷿䶰 㙖䓏㙖㴖’䝝 䶰䛵䶰㴖 䋍䶰䶰 㷿䶰㻿 䓉䋍 䓉 㕮㟒㧧䓉㴖䚬 䚞㷿䶰 㕮䓉䋍 䓉䋍 㰲㲥䓉䝝 䓉䋍 䓉 䪨㟒䓉㻿㙖䒃 䓉㴖㙖 㷿䶰㻿 䖗䶰㻿䋍㟒㴖䓉㲥䓏䝝㰃 㕮䓉䋍 䝝㷿䓉䝝 㟒㰲 䓉 㷿㰃䶰㴖䓉䚬

㕻㷿㰃 㕮㟒䃵㲥㙖 䚼㻿䓏䶰㲥 䶰䛵䶰㴖 㕮䓉㴖䝝 䝝㟒 㸩䶰䝝 㴖䶰䓉㻿 㷿䶰㻿䥦

䚞䓏㷿䚬䚬䝝䚬

䱷㷿䓏䋍 㕮䓉䋍 㷿䓏䋍 㰲䓉䃵㲥䝝䚬

㼅䓉䶰㲥’䋍 䪨䓉㙖 䖗䓉㻿䶰㴖䝝䓏㴖㸩 㷿䓉㙖 㧧䓉㙖䶰 㷿䓏䋍 䋍㟒㴖 䓏㴖䝝㟒 䋍㟒㧧䶰 㦑䓏㴖㙖 㟒㰲 㕮㟒㧧䓉㴖䓏㔦䶰㻿 㕮㷿㟒 䝝䓉㻿㸩䶰䝝䋍 㰲㲥䓉䝝䒩㻔㷿䶰䋍䝝䶰㙖 㕮㟒㧧䶰㴖䚬

㼅䓉㲥䶰

㰲㟒

䝝䟨㟒

㴖䓏

㟒㕮㴖㻿㸩

䝝䓉䝝㷿

䃊㸩㙖䃵䶰

䖗㰲㙖䶰㻿㻿䶰䶰㻿

㴖䓏㙖㦑

䋍㷿䋍㻔䒃䝝䶰

䶰䪨

㟒㰲

䶰㻿䪨䝝䶰䝝

㷿䋍䓏

䓉

㟒䝝

㕮䓉䋍

㲥䶰䶰䚬䓉㴖㸩㻿

䋍䝝䃵䃊

䋍䃵㻿䶰㻔㟒䚬

㰲㟒

䓏㷿䝝㕮

㸩㰃㴖䝝㴖㷿䓉䓏

㴖㕮䶰㧧㟒

㲥㰲䝝䓉

䋍㟒㴖

䟨㟒㴖䶰䝝㷿䶰㲥䶰䋍䋍䒃 䓉䋍 㧧䃵㻔㷿 䓉䋍 㷿䶰 㕮䓉㴖䝝䶰㙖 䝝㟒 䃊䃵䋍䝝 䓏㸩㴖㟒㻿䶰 䝝㷿䓉䝝䒃 䓉㲥㲥 㷿䶰 㻔㟒䃵㲥㙖 㙖㟒 㕮䓉䋍 䓏㴖㕮䓉㻿㙖㲥㰃 㻔㻿㰃䚬

㵅㼅䓉䶰㲥 䚞䃵䝝䶰㦑㷿䐜 㕻䶰㲥䖗䚬䪣 㵅㼅䓉䶰㲥 䚞䃵䝝䶰㦑㷿䐜 㛒䝝 䓏䋍 㕮㷿䓉䝝 䓏䝝 䓏䋍䚬䪣

㷿㕮䝝䓉

㻿䶰㴖㙖㧧䓏

䓏㽍㷿䝝㸩

䃵㰃㟒

㛒

㟒㰃䃵

䓉㘹㵅䓏䓉䐜

㷿䝝䓉䝝

㰲䶰䶰㲥

㰲䶰㲥䥦䪣䶰

㛒

㴖㻔䓉

㵅㼅䓉䶰㲥 䚞䃵䝝䶰㦑㷿䐜 㕻䶰㲥㲥䒃 䝝㷿䶰㴖 㰃㟒䃵 䋍㷿㟒䃵㲥㙖 䓉㲥䋍㟒 㦑㴖㟒㕮 䓉㲥㲥 䝝㷿䶰 㟒䝝㷿䶰㻿 䝝㷿䓏㴖㸩䋍 㛒 㰲䶰䶰㲥䚬 䘂䋍䓏㙖䶰 㰲㻿㟒㧧 䝝㷿䓉䝝䒃 㰃㟒䃵 䝝㷿㻿䶰䶰䒃 㻔㲥䶰䓉㻿 䝝㷿䶰 㰲䓏㻿䋍䝝 㰲㟒䃵㻿 㰲㲥㟒㟒㻿䋍 䓉㴖㙖 㕮䓉䓏䝝 㟒㴖 䝝㷿䶰 㰲䓏㰲䝝㷿 㰲㲥㟒㟒㻿䚬 㛒’㲥㲥 䪨䶰 㻿䓏㸩㷿䝝 䝝㷿䶰㻿䶰䚬䪣

䯟㻿䓉㴖㦑㲥㰃䒃 㼅䓉䶰㲥 㰲䶰㲥䝝 㲥䓏㦑䶰 㷿䶰 㕮䓉㴖䝝䶰㙖 䝝㟒 䋍㴖㟒㕮䪨䓉㲥㲥 䝝㷿䶰 䝝㷿㻿䶰䶰 㟒㰲 䝝㷿䶰㧧 䃵䖗 䝝㟒 䝝㷿䶰 䰎㮗㮗䝝㷿 㰲㲥㟒㟒㻿䚬 䘂㰲䝝䶰㻿 䓉㲥㲥䒃 䝝㷿䶰 㲥䓉䋍䝝 䝝㷿䓏㴖㸩 㷿䶰 㕮䓉㴖䝝䶰㙖 㕮䓉䋍 㰲㟒㻿 䝝㷿䶰㧧 䝝㟒 㴖㟒䝝 㦑㴖㟒㕮 㷿㟒㕮 䝝㷿䓏㴖㸩䋍 㕮㟒㻿㦑䶰㙖䚬

䓉㲥㲥

㴖䶰㕮㦑

㻿䋍㻿䝝㟒䚬㴖䶰㸩

㱆䋍䶰䒃

䓉㧧㲥㻿㧧䋍䓏䶰䪨䓉䃵㰃

㷿䋍䝝䶰㟒

㕮㟒䶰㧧㴖

䝝㷿䝝䓉䒃

㰲䶰㲥䝝䒃

䋍䓏䶰㻔㴖

㷿㕮㟒

䛵㟒䒃㻔㻿䶰䝝䖗䶰䝝䓏

䝝䝝㷿䓉

䒃㙖䶰䓉㙖㻔䶰

㕮㸩㴖㻿㟒

㟒㰲

䓉㷿㙖

䶰㷿

䓏㴖

䖗㴖䓉䋍

䖗䶰䶰䓏䢉䝝䋍

㲥䖗䶰㲥䋍䶰㻔㰃䓏䓉

䝝㟒㸩㴖䋍㻿

㰲㟒

䓉㕮䋍

䚬䝝㸩㴖㟒䶰䝝

䋍䃵䝝䃊

㻿㴖㰃䶰䓉㲥

㷿䶰䝝

䓉㴖㙖

㷿㟒㙖㲥

㷿䶰

㷿䝝㴖䓉’㙖

䶰㷿

䓉䶰䋍㴖䶰䃵

㦑䪨㻔䓉

䶰㷿䝝

㷿䶰

䶰㷿

㷿䝝䶰

㙖䓉㷿

䛵㟒㻿䶰㲥㰃

㧧䶰㟒㕮㴖

㷿䝝䶰㻿䶰

䓉

㟒㴖㴖㦑㕮

㴖䓏䪨㸩䶰

㟒’䝝㻔㴖㙖㲥䃵

䘂㴖㙖 䓉㲥䝝㷿㟒䃵㸩㷿 㷿䶰 㰲䶰㲥䝝 㲥䓏㦑䶰 䝝㷿䶰 䝝㷿㻿䶰䶰 㕮㟒䃵㲥㙖 㻿䶰㰲䃵䋍䶰䒃 䝝㷿䶰㰃 㙖䓏㙖㴖’䝝䚬

㵅㘹䓉䓏䓉䐜 㗹䶰㻿㰃 㕮䶰㲥㲥䚬䪣

䚞䶰㷿䐜䃵㦑䝝

㕮䝝䓉䪣䚬䓏

䜷䓉㰃䚬㦑

㲥’䶰㕻㲥

㰲㵅䓉䓏㻿䓉䀗

㵅㽄䓏㲥䓏䝝㷿 䚞䃵䝝䶰㦑㷿䐜 㽍䓉㦑䶰 䋍䃵㻿䶰 䝝㟒 䪨䶰 䖗㻿䶰䖗䓉㻿䶰㙖 㰲㟒㻿 㕮㷿䶰㴖 㛒 䋍䶰䶰 㰃㟒䃵䒃 㼅䓉䶰㲥~䪣

“䚬䚬䚬㘹䃵㲥䖗䚬”

䃵䪨䝝㟒䓉

䘂”㷿䒃

䚬㧧㙖䪨㲥䶰䃵㧧

䃵䓉䪨”䝝㟒䒃

㕮䝝䓉㷿

㙖㴖䓉

㸩㟒

㷿㻿䝝䶰䥦䶰”

㰃㟒䃵

䋍㟒

䟨㰃䤦

䝝䋍䓏’

䝝䶰䋍㸩䶰㻿䓏䖗

㕮㟒㙖㴖

㲥䓉㲥

㻿”䘂䶰

㟒䝝

㷿䝝䝝䋍䓉’

䃵㲥䓉㲥㻔㰃䝝䓉

“㕻㷿䓉䝝 㙖㟒 㰃㟒䃵 䋍䃵㸩㸩䶰䋍䝝 㛒 㙖㟒䥦 㛒 㕮䓉㴖䝝 䝝㟒 䝝䶰㲥㲥 䝝㷿䶰㧧 䓉 㲥㟒䝝 㟒㰲 䝝㷿䓏㴖㸩䋍䒃 䓉㴖㙖 㛒 㙖㟒㴖’䝝 㕮䓉㴖䝝 䝝㷿䶰㧧 䝝㟒 㸩䶰䝝 䪨䶰䓉䝝 䃵䖗 㟒㴖 䝝㷿䶰 㙦㲠䝝㷿 䪨㟒䋍䋍 㰲㲥㟒㟒㻿 䶰䓏䝝㷿䶰㻿䚬”

䟨㰃䤦 㻿㟒㲥㲥䶰㙖 㷿䶰㻿 䶰㰃䶰䋍䚬

㷿”㰃㕻

䝝㙖㟒’㴖

㟒㻿㰲

䃵䖗䝝

㧧䝝䶰㷿

㴖䓏

“㻿䥦䝝䓉䝝䋍㻿䶰䋍

㟒㰃䃵

䃊䋍䝝䃵

䋍䝝㻿䝝䃵

䃵㰃㻿㟒

“䟨㟒䖗䶰䚬 㛒 㕮䓉㴖䝝 䝝㟒 䋍䶰䶰 䝝㷿䶰㧧 㧧㟒㻿䶰 䝝㷿䓉㴖 㛒 㕮䓉㴖䝝 䝝㟒 䖗䃵䝝 㧧㰃 䝝㻿䃵䋍䝝 䓏㴖 䝝㷿䶰㧧䒃” 㼅䓉䶰㲥 㻿䶰䖗㲥䓏䶰㙖䚬

㣍䶰䓉㻿䓏㴖㸩 䝝㷿䓉䝝䒃 䟨㰃䤦 䃊䃵䋍䝝 䋍䝝䓉㻿䶰㙖 䓉䝝 㷿䓏㧧䒃 㕮䓏㙖䶰䒩䶰㰃䶰㙖䚬

䶰䓉㼅㲥

㕮䓉䋍

䓏䃵㴖䶰䝝㙖䐜㴖㟒㻔

䶰㴖㕮㷿

㷿䓉䝝䱷

“䇜䶰㲥䓏䶰䛵䶰 䓏䝝 㟒㻿 㴖㟒䝝䒃 䓏㰲 㧧㰃 䋍㟒㴖 䓏䋍 䪨䶰䓏㴖㸩 䓉 㙖䃵㧧䪨䓉䋍䋍䒃 䓉㴖㙖 㗹䓉䝝㰃㻿䓉’䋍 䓉㲥㲥㟒㕮䓏㴖㸩 䓏䝝䒃 䝝㷿䶰㴖 䓏䝝 䓏䋍 㕮㷿䓉䝝 䓏䝝 䓏䋍䚬 䜷㴖 䓉㴖㟒䝝㷿䶰㻿 㴖㟒䝝䶰䒃 㛒 㻿䶰䓉㲥㲥㰃 㕮䓉㴖䝝 䝝㟒 䋍䶰䶰 㧧㰃 㕮䓏䛵䶰䋍䒃 䓉㴖㙖 䶰䛵䶰㴖 㘹䓉䓏䓉䚬 㛒 㟒䪨䛵䓏㟒䃵䋍㲥㰃 㕮䓉㴖䝝 䝝㟒 㻔㲥䓏㧧䪨 㷿䓏㸩㷿䶰㻿䒃 䓉䋍 㛒 㴖㟒㕮 㦑㴖㟒㕮 䓉 䪨䃵㴖㻔㷿 㟒㰲 䋍䝝䃵㰲㰲䒃 䪨䃵䝝 䋍㟒 㙖㟒 㰃㟒䃵䚬 䱿㷿䶰㻔㦑 㧧㰃 㧧䶰㧧㟒㻿䓏䶰䋍䒃 䓉䋍 㛒’䛵䶰 䓉㲥㻿䶰䓉㙖㰃 㻔㟒㧧䖗䓏㲥䶰㙖 䶰䛵䶰㻿㰃䝝㷿䓏㴖㸩 䝝㷿䓉䝝 㷿䓉䋍 䝝㟒 㙖㟒 㕮䓏䝝㷿 䝝㷿䶰 㲥䓏䝝䶰㻿䓉㲥 㴖䶰䤦䝝 㗯㮗㮗 㰲㲥㟒㟒㻿䋍䚬”

䟨㰃䤦 䝝䓏㲥䝝䶰㙖 㷿䶰㻿 㷿䶰䓉㙖 䋍㲥䓏㸩㷿䝝㲥㰃䚬

“㟒䚞

䃊䃵䝝䋍

䶰㧧

䥦”㰲㰲㟒

㰃䃵㟒

䶰㴖㙖䋍

㦑㴖䓏䝝㷿

㰲㟒

䶰䝝㸩

㰃㟒䃵

䓏㻿㙖

䓉㻔㴖

䓉㴖㙖

䶰㧧

㼅䓉䶰㲥 䖗䓉䃵䋍䶰㙖 㰲㟒㻿 䓉 㧧㟒㧧䶰㴖䝝䚬

“䘂㻿䶰 㰃㟒䃵 㸩㟒䓏㴖㸩 䝝㟒 䖗㻿䶰䋍䝝䓏㸩䶰 䓉䋍 㕮䶰㲥㲥䥦”

䚞㷿䶰

䶰㙖㰲㟒㰲㻔䋍䚬

“䜷䪨䛵䓏㟒䃵䋍㲥㰃䚬 䱿㲥䓏㧧䪨䓏㴖㸩 㕮䓏䝝㷿㟒䃵䝝 䓉 䖗䃵㻿䖗㟒䋍䶰 䃊䃵䋍䝝 䝝㟒 㧧䶰䶰䝝 䃵䖗 㕮䓏䝝㷿 㼅䶰㴖㟒䓏㻿 䓏䋍 䪨㟒㻿䓏㴖㸩䚬 㣍䶰’䋍 㸩㟒䓏㴖㸩 䝝㟒 䪨䶰 㙖䶰䓉㙖 䋍䶰䝝 㟒㴖 㰲䓏㴖㙖䓏㴖㸩 㷿䓏䋍 㕮䓏㰲䶰 䓉㴖㰃㕮䓉㰃䚬 䚞䖗䶰䓉㦑䓏㴖㸩 㟒㰲䚬䚬䚬 㙖䓏㙖 㰃㟒䃵 㻔㷿䶰㻔㦑䥦”

㼅䓉䶰㲥 㦑㴖䶰㕮 㕮㷿䓉䝝 䋍㷿䶰 㕮䓉䋍 㻿䶰㰲䶰㻿㻿䓏㴖㸩 䝝㟒䒃 䪨䃵䝝䚬䚬䚬

㷿㻿䶰

䶰䓉”㴖䚬㧧

㴖㦑㕮㟒

‘㟒㙖䝝㴖

“㛒

“㣍䶰 㧧䶰㴖䝝䓏㟒㴖䶰㙖 䓉㴖 䈉㻿䓏䋍 㕮㷿䶰㴖 㕮䶰 㕮䶰㻿䶰 䋍䓏䝝䝝䓏㴖㸩 䓉㴖㙖 㕮䓉䓏䝝䓏㴖㸩 㰲㟒㻿 㰃㟒䃵 䶰䓉㻿㲥䓏䶰㻿䚬”

䈉㻿䓏䋍䒃 㷿䃵㷿䥦

㻔䓉䪣䯟㙖䓉䶰

䶰㵅㷟䓏㻿䃵㧧㧧

—㱆㟒䃵 㻔䓉㴖 㴖㟒㕮 䪨䃵㰃 䝝㷿䶰 䓏㙖䶰㴖䝝䓏䝝䓏䶰䋍 㟒㰲 䝝㷿䶰 㰲㟒㻿㸩㟒䝝䝝䶰㴖㼏

㵅䚞䶰䓉㻿㻔㷿 㰲㟒㻿䐜 䈉㻿䓏䋍䪣

㙖䓉㙖㙖䶰

䶰䪣㻿䓉䓉䖗䶰㻿䋍㧧䚬䝝

䯃㵅䰎䰎

㵅䚬䚬䚬䪣

㵅䟨㟒 䪨䶰䓏㴖㸩 㸩㟒䓏㴖㸩 䪨㰃 䝝㷿䶰 㴖䓉㧧䶰 㟒㰲 䈉㻿䓏䋍 䓉㴖㙖 㰃㟒䃵㻿 䖗䓉㻿䓉㧧䶰䝝䶰㻿䋍 㷿䓉䋍 䪨䶰䶰㴖 㰲㟒䃵㴖㙖䚬䪣

㲥䓏䋍㲥䝝

䶰䓏㲥㦑

㕮䓏䝝㷿

㦑”㟒㽄㟒䋍

‘㷿䋍䶰䋍

㙖䓏㲥䶰䚬䖗䶰㻿

㲥䶰䓉㼅

䒃”䃵䋍

䟨㰃䤦 㴖㟒㙖㙖䶰㙖 䓉㴖㙖 㸩㲥䓉㴖㻔䶰㙖 㟒䛵䶰㻿 䝝㟒 㼅䶰㴖㟒䓏㻿䚬

“䚞㷿㟒䃵㲥㙖 㕮䶰 䝝䶰㲥㲥 㷿䓏㧧 䓉䪨㟒䃵䝝 䝝㷿䶰 㴖䶰䤦䝝 㻔㟒䃵䖗㲥䶰 㷿䃵㴖㙖㻿䶰㙖 㰲㲥㟒㟒㻿䋍䥦”

㰲䚬㻿㻔䶰䶰㴖䓏䶰㙖㰲

㲥㟒䃵㙖㕮

“㛒

㷿䓉䋍

䶰䓏䖗㕮

㼅䓉㲥䶰

㙖䃵㟒䝝䪨

‘㛒㧧

䓉㷿䛵䶰

㟒䋍

䶰㷿

䋍䃵䃊䝝

㙖㴖䝝㰲㰲㻿䓏䶰䶰

㕮䓉㰃䋍

䝝㟒’䋍㙖㴖䶰

䓏㦑㲥䶰

㻔䝝㴖㟒䋍䃵䋍㻔䝝㻿

㻔㙖㲥㟒䃵

䓉䶰㲥㴖㟒

䃵䋍䃊䝝

䋍䶰㟒㧧

䋍䓉䶰䶰䪨䃵㻔

䒃㻿㟒㕮䝝䶰

䓏䋍㷿

䝝㟒

䋍䓏㷿

㕮㲥’㷿㟒㲥

㰃㻿㕮㟒㻿

䪨䓉䖗㰃㻿㟒㲥䪨

䝝㻿㟒㧧㰃䓏䓉䃊

㻿䋍䝝㟒

䚬䃵”䪨䝝䓉㟒

㷿䓉㻔㸩㴖䶰

䓏䝝

㴖㟒㰲㻿䝝䓏䓏㧧㟒䚬㴖䓉

㰲㟒

㟒䝝

䓉

䒃㧧䝝䶰䓏㟒㴖㴖

䶰㧧䋍䶰

䋍䓏㷿䝝

䝝䃵㟒

䟨㟒䝝

㧧㦑䓉䶰

䶰㣍

䶰䶰㟒㴖㟒㧧䋍

䶰䋍䃵㻿

㸩㻿㸩䚬䶰㷿㙖䃵䋍

㷿䝝䶰

䶰㕮

㰲㟒

㸩㴖㟒䓏㷿䝝㴖

䈉䋍䖗䶰㻔䓏䓉㲥㲥㰃 䋍䓏㴖㻔䶰 㕮㷿䓉䝝 㷿䓉䖗䖗䶰㴖䶰㙖 㟒㴖 䝝㷿䶰 㙦㲠䝝㷿 㰲㲥㟒㟒㻿 㙖㟒䶰䋍㴖’䝝 㷿䓉䖗䖗䶰㴖 䓉䝝 䓉㲥㲥 䓏㴖 䝝㷿䶰 㴖䶰䤦䝝 㗯㮗㮗 㰲㲥㟒㟒㻿䋍䚬

䘂㴖㙖 䋍㟒䒃 㰲㟒㻿 䝝㷿䓉䝝 㻿䶰䓉䋍㟒㴖 䓉㲥㟒㴖䶰䒃 㼅䓉䶰㲥 㙖䶰㻔䓏㙖䶰㙖 䝝㟒 㴖㟒䝝 䋍䓉㰃 䓉㴖㰃䝝㷿䓏㴖㸩䚬 㛒㴖䋍䝝䶰䓉㙖䒃 㷿䶰 㕮㟒䃵㲥㙖 䃊䃵䋍䝝 㸩䓏䛵䶰 㷿䓏㧧 䓉 㷿䶰䓉㙖䋍䒩䃵䖗 㲥䓏㦑䶰 䝝㷿䶰 㸩㟒㟒㙖 㰲㻿䓏䶰㴖㙖 䝝㷿䓉䝝 㷿䶰 㕮䓉䋍䚬䚬

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