Capítulo 871: Some Secrets

“I’m not saying anything.”

“Alright. Which of your balls would you like to lose first?” Rael asked with the kindest smile he could muster.

The knight’s brows twitched, and right as he was about to say something, Lilith chimed in, stabbing a knife directly into his eye and narrowly missing his brain.

He gasped, pain flooding his mind and all of his senses. For a moment, he believed that none of this was worth it, as in the end, he could just try his best to send out even a little bit of his mana, and that would allow him to come back to the upper floors.

But he didn’t, because he was surrounded by such fearsome people who could wipe out half of his soul before he could even vanish.

So with that in mind, the knight felt like the only choice he had left was to speak.

“Tsk… What do you want to know, exactly?”

“You’re operating from the 500th floor, right?” Rael asked right away.

The knight nodded slowly. “I am… I live on that floor, and since it has so many sections, it can fit millions of people.”

Rael raised a brow. “Extra information, huh? Well, I guess that just means you’re that eager to tell me everything. Speaking of, you mentioned it can fit millions of people. Are there millions of people there?”

He shook his head. “Nowhere near. There aren’t even a couple thousand. Only the most powerful of the bunch remained. Some decided to prestige, while others left the tower outright.”

Rael nodded in satisfaction. “So that means you are able to leave the tower if you reach the 500th floor, isn’t that right?”

“That’s correct,” the knight affirmed.

That was enough for Rael to feel relieved, and honestly… Getting to the 500th floor didn’t seem like such a hard task, especially because he could just speed blitz the rest of the floors. If not, he could always just go ahead and find a skip.

After all, he was 100% sure there was some kind of way to skip these floors.

Still…

“Is Lucien up there?”

“I’m not aware of a Lucien,” the knight replied. “However, there haven’t been any new visitors in the last couple of years… So I doubt this Lucien person you’re looking for is actually there.”

Hmm…

So Lucien might still be en route to the 500th floor. That, or he was just chilling around the higher floors and trying to recruit all the people he could. Whatever the case may be, the fact that Lucien was a giant problem remained.

Though, like the giant problem that he was, Rael also planned on dealing with him accordingly. For one, Rael wanted to end this fight inside the High Tower, so by the time he leaves it, there would be no Lucien to piss him off and ruin his life.

But he also knew that the odds of that happening were slim to none… Not that he couldn’t hope and wish for it though.

Regardless of what it was, Rael had enough of this guy’s responses.

“What’s your name?” Rael asked with a gentle smile.

“My name?”

“Your name, yes. Your full name, if you could,” Rael added.

The knight just stared at him for a brief moment, before saying:

“Lindros Lament. Why?”

“I see. Thanks for the name. Okay, Gaia, Nyx, you can kill him now.”

The moment Rael’s words fell, Lindros’s eyes widened. Yet before he could do anything, Gaia and Nyx immediately dashed forward and ripped his body to shreds, effectively killing him.

It all happened so fast, to the point where even Nyx and Gaia were surprised.

However, they also very quickly realized what Rael had done that for.

—You can now buy the identities of the forgotten!

Lindros Lament: Short black hair, blue eyes. Obedient personality.

Information: A being who accidentally entered the High Tower and climbed to the very top by sheer accident. Right as he was about to leave the High Tower, he was recruited by the Light Faction, and forced to do their bidding for all of eternity. He succumbed to his injuries while on a daily mission assigned to him by the Light Faction.

Prestiges: 352

Highest Floor Climbed: Floor-500 (MAX)

Identity cost: 30,912,544,245 Premium Coins

Dayum.

There wasn’t much about him, and he seemed pretty plain in contrast. However, as someone who had prestiged that many times and had even gone as far as to climb to the 500th floor, he sure as shit was useful, both information-wise and technique-wise.

So with that in mind, Rael went ahead and bought his identity. Although it cost a lot, Rael was just barely able to afford it.

Though when he bought Lindros’s identity, a flood of memories immediately hit him. He had a long life outside of the High Tower, but frankly, Rael chose to skip it for the moment, and instead, Rael went ahead and just focused on the memories Lindros had inside the High Tower.

As expected, his first 50 prestiges all happened within 200 floors, but then, after the 51st, he became a little bit more bold, managing to make it all the way up to the 450th floor, where he then went back and forth, prestiging, clearing a boss floor, and doing so until he reached the 495th floor.

From then on, he did nearly 70 prestiges in a row to max out his Laws, and only then did he feel confident enough to challenge the boss of the 495th floor and enter the 500th floor.

It was just that… There wasn’t really a boss to fight. Instead, it was like a massive staircase leading him from the 495th boss floor all the way to the 500th floor, where he then met the people who had been in there for a very, very long time.

Each of the people was strong enough to bypass the mana restrictions in the safe zones, and not to mention, from what Lindros had overheard, they had prestiged nearly thousands of times in the span of a few eons.

And so when he tried to prestige, those same beings caught him and placed some kind of seal on him that prevented him from ever leaving the tower.

Honestly…

That was kind of fucked up.

But despite all the hardships that this guy had to endure, there was one upside to this.

A secret way to skip many floors, which made it possible for him to go up and down from the 500th floor to the 95th floor’s boss room.

盧

䂅䬵䗾㾫䄮

䣧㙌㾫

㿓㧳㦌㾫

䗔㧳㿓

㧳㺹䐀䡑

虜

䣧㟄

䑉䡑㾫㧳䅒

䄮㟄

蘆

䳘㣽㧳䑉㾫㧳䅒

爐

櫓

䣧㺹㟄

盧

㾫㙌

䗾㾫㿓㾫䳘

老

㧳䗔㿓

㟄㙌㿓

㾫䣧䡅䔏䑉䄮㧳㾫䑉䳘

㧳䄮㣽

㙌㧳㣽

䂅㾫㣽䄮㡟㾫

擄

㾫䣧䘡㟄

㾫㿓㡟㧳䅐㿓㣽

䂅㙌䗔

㾫㧳㥜䑉

䂅㦌

盧

䣧䣧㙌㧳

露

㿓㾫㾫䟉䄮㟄

䛱䂅䣧 䣧䂅 䘡㾫䄮䣧㟄䂅䄮䗾 㙌㾫 䗔㧳㿓䄮’䣧 㟄䄮 䣧㙌㾫 䔏㾫䅒䳘 䡑㾫䄮䣧㾫䅒 䂅㦌 䣧㙌㾫 䡑㟄䣧䳘䗾 㺹䡅䣧 㟄䄮㿓䣧㾫㧳㣽 㟄䄮 䣧㙌㾫 䂅䡅䣧㿓䐀㟄䅒䣧㿓䗾 㿓䡅䅒䅒䂅䡅䄮㣽㾫㣽 㺹䳘 㧳 䡑䂅䡅㡟䑉㾫 䂅㦌 㺹㾫㧳䡅䣧㟄㦌䡅䑉 䗔䂅䘡㾫䄮䅐

䢊㦌 䡑䂅䡅䅒㿓㾫䗾 䣧㙌㟄㿓 䗔㧳㿓 㧳䄮䳘 䘡㧳䄮’㿓 㣽䅒㾫㧳䘡䗾 㺹䡅䣧 䣧㙌㾫䄮 㧳䟉㧳㟄䄮䗾 㥜㧳㾫䑉’㿓 䡑䂅䡅䅒䣧㿓㙌㟄㡟 䄮㾫㾫㣽㾫㣽 䣧䂅 㙌㧳䑉䣧 㦌䂅䅒 䣧㙌㾫 䣧㟄䘡㾫 㺹㾫㟄䄮䟉 㧳㿓 㙌㾫 䄮㾫㾫㣽㾫㣽 䣧䂅 㦌䂅䡑䡅㿓 䂅䄮 㿓䂅䘡㾫䣧㙌㟄䄮䟉 䘡䂅䅒㾫 㟄䘡㡟䂅䅒䣧㧳䄮䣧䅐

㧳䳘䑉䑉䅐㟄㡟䄮

䑍”㾫

㿓㧳㣽㟄

㾫䅒㺹㧳䐀

䑉㾫㧳㥜

㿓䗾䡅㧳䣧㾫”䣧

㙌㾫䣧

䂅䣧䣧䟉㧳

䛱䳘䄞 䅒㧳㟄㿓㾫㣽 㧳 㺹䅒䂅䗔䅐 “㗮 䣧㙌㧳䄮䐀 䳘䂅䡅 䗔䂅䡅䑉㣽’䔏㾫 䗔䂅䅒䐀㾫㣽 䗔䂅䄮㣽㾫䅒㿓䅐 䑍㙌㧳䣧 㧳䅒㾫 䳘䂅䡅 䣧㧳䑉䐀㟄䄮䟉 㧳㺹䂅䡅䣧䗾 㧳䄮䳘䗔㧳䳘㔞”

“䙝䅒㾫㧳䐀㟄䄮䟉 䣧㙌㾫 㿓䣧㧳䣧䡅㾫 㟄䄮 㧳 㿓㧳㦌㾫 䬵䂅䄮㾫 㧳䑉䑉䂅䗔㿓 䳘䂅䡅 䣧䂅 䟉䂅 䡅㡟 䣧䂅 䣧㙌㾫 䄮㾫䄞䣧 㿓㧳㦌㾫 䬵䂅䄮㾫 䗔㟄䣧㙌䂅䡅䣧 㾫䔏㾫䄮 䄮㾫㾫㣽㟄䄮䟉 䣧䂅 䟉䂅 䣧㙌䅒䂅䡅䟉㙌 䣧㙌㾫 㺹䂅㿓㿓 㦌䑉䂅䂅䅒䅐 㑿䂅 䑉䂅䄮䟉 㧳㿓 䳘䂅䡅䅒 㟄䄮䣧㾫䄮䣧 㟄㿓 䣧䂅 㺹䅒㾫㧳䐀 㟄䣧䗾 䳘䂅䡅’䑉䑉 㺹㾫䡑䂅䘡㾫 㟄䄮䔏㟄㿓㟄㺹䑉㾫 䣧䂅 䣧㙌㾫 䂅䣧㙌㾫䅒㿓䗾 㧳䄮㣽 䗔㙌㟄䑉㾫 䄮䂅 䂅䄮㾫 䗔㟄䑉䑉 㿓㾫㾫 䳘䂅䡅䗾 䳘䂅䡅’䑉䑉 㺹㾫 㧳㺹䑉㾫 䣧䂅 㺹䅒㾫㧳䐀 㟄䣧 㧳䄮㣽 䟉䂅 䣧䂅 䣧㙌㾫 䄮㾫䄞䣧 㿓㧳㦌㾫 䬵䂅䄮㾫䗾 㧳㿓 䶚 㿓㧳㟄㣽䅐”

㲒㙌䣧㧳

䂅䣧

㙌㾫䣧

㧳䗔㿓

䂅㿓

㿓㧳䗔

㟄㣽㣽

㾫䣧㙌

㡟䘡㿓㟄㾫䑉

䣧㟄䅐

㙌䣧㾫䂅䘡㣽䗾

䂅䣧㡟

㦌䂅

㙌㿓䡅䡑

䂅䗔㙌

㟄䣧

䣧䶚

㿓㧳

㧳

㿓㙌㾫䂅䣧

䗔䑉㟄䄮䑉䟉㟄

䂅䣧䛱

䘡㾫䄮䣧㟄䗾䂅䄮

䗔䅒㟄㾫㣽

䗔䂅㙌

䐀䅒䂅䗔㾫㣽䗾

䂅䑉䟉䄮

䗔㧳㿓

㺹䡅䣧

䣧䂅

㥜㾫䑉㧳

㺹㿓㧳㾫䡅

㟄䣧䅐

㟄䣧

䂅䅒㟄䳘䘡㧳䲪䣧

䗔䅐㧳㿓

㙌䣧㿓䣧’㧳

㧳䣧

㗮㦌䣧㾫䅒 㧳䑉䑉䗾 㿓㾫㾫㟄䄮䟉 㙌䂅䗔 㡟䅒㾫㿓䣧㟄䟉㟄䄮䟉 䂅䄮 䣧㙌㾫 䰫㛤㛤䣧㙌 㦌䑉䂅䂅䅒 䟉㧳䔏㾫 㿓䂅䘡㾫䂅䄮㾫 䴉䇙㛤㙁 䣧䂅 䣧㙌㾫㟄䅒 䟐㧳䗔 䁚㧳㿓䣧㾫䅒䳘䅐䅐䅐 䱍㟄䄮㣽 䂅㦌 䟉㧳䔏㾫 㥜㧳㾫䑉 㧳 䄮㟄䡑㾫 䑉㟄䣧䣧䑉㾫 䅒㾫㧳䑉㟄䣧䳘 䡑㙌㾫䡑䐀 䂅㦌 䲪䡅㿓䣧 㙌䂅䗔 䘡䡅䡑㙌 㿓䣧䅒䂅䄮䟉㾫䅒 㙌㾫 䡑䂅䡅䑉㣽 䟉㾫䣧 㟄㦌 㙌㟄㿓 䟐㧳䗔 䂅㦌 䶚䄮㦌㟄䄮㟄䣧䳘 䗔㧳㿓 䘡㧳㿓䣧㾫䅒㾫㣽䅐

䢊䄮 㧳䄮䂅䣧㙌㾫䅒 䄮䂅䣧㾫䗾 㙌㾫 䡑䂅䡅䑉㣽 䲪䡅㿓䣧 䐀㟄䑉䑉 䣧㙌㾫 䰫㛤㛤䣧㙌 㦌䑉䂅䂅䅒’㿓 㺹䂅㿓㿓 㧳䄮㣽 䣧㙌㾫䄮 㡟䅒㾫㿓䣧㟄䟉㾫䅐 㲒㙌㟄㿓 䘡㾫䣧㙌䂅㣽 䗔㧳㿓 㙌䡅䄮㣽䅒㾫㣽㿓 䂅㦌 䣧㟄䘡㾫㿓 㦌㧳㿓䣧㾫䅒 䣧㙌㧳䄮 䣧㙌㾫 䂅䄮㾫 䣧㙌㾫䳘 㙌㧳㣽 㣽䂅䄮㾫 㺹㾫㦌䂅䅒㾫䗾 㧳䄮㣽 㟄䣧 䗔㧳㿓 㧳䑉㿓䂅 䣧㙌㧳䣧 䘡䡅䡑㙌 㿓㧳㦌㾫䅒䅐

䘡㿓㧳㾫

㾫㙌䣧

㧳䘡㾫㣽

㥜䑉㾫㧳

䗔䣧㟄㙌

㟄䟉䑉㙌䑉㿓䣧䳘

㾫䄮䗾㣽

䳘㟄䘡㟄䘡㾫䑉㧳㾫㣽䣧

㙌㿓㟄

㙌䣧㾫

㦌㟄䂅䘡㟄䅒䄮䣧䂅䄮㧳

㾫㙌䅒䣧䂅㿓䗾

㧳䣧䅒㦌㾫

䄮㧳䟉䅒㟄㾫䑉䳘

㣽㙌㧳

㧳䗔㿓

䂅䣧

㾫㿓㧳䟉䬵䅐

㡟㟄䐀㿓䣧㧳䑉䡑㾫

䗾䄮㟄㣽䘡

㙌㾫

䄮㣽㧳

㾫䣧䘡

㙌䣧㾫

䡅㡟

䶚䄮

“㗮䄮㣽 䗔㙌㧳䣧 㟄㦌 䂅䄮㾫 䂅㦌 䣧㙌䂅㿓㾫 䟐㟄䟉㙌䣧 㬅㧳䡑䣧㟄䂅䄮 㺹㧳㿓䣧㧳䅒㣽㿓 㟄㿓 䗔㧳㟄䣧㟄䄮䟉 㦌䂅䅒 䡅㿓 䂅䄮 䂅䄮㾫 䂅㦌 䣧㙌䂅㿓㾫 㦌䑉䂅䂅䅒㿓㔞 㥜㧳䣧㙌㾫䅒䗾 䗔㙌㧳䣧 㙌㧳㡟㡟㾫䄮㿓 㟄㦌 䣧㙌㾫䳘 㦌㟄䄮㣽 䂅䡅䣧 䗔㙌㧳䣧 䗔㾫 㣽㟄㣽㔞 䑍䂅䄮’䣧 䣧㙌㾫䳘 㙌䡅䄮䣧 䡅㿓 㣽䂅䗔䄮 䑉㟄䐀㾫 䣧㙌㾫䳘 㣽㟄㣽 䗔㟄䣧㙌 㗮䅒䣧㙌䡅䅒㔞” 䛱䳘䄞 㚬䡅㾫㿓䣧㟄䂅䄮㾫㣽䅐

㥜㧳㾫䑉 㿓㙌䅒䡅䟉䟉㾫㣽䅐 “㲒㙌㧳䣧’㿓 㡟䅒䂅㺹㧳㺹䑉䳘 䗔㙌㧳䣧’䑉䑉 㙌㧳㡟㡟㾫䄮䗾 䗔㙌㟄䡑㙌 㟄㿓 䗔㙌䳘 䗔㾫 䄮㾫㾫㣽 䣧䂅 䘡㧳䐀㾫 㿓䡅䅒㾫 䗔㾫’䅒㾫 㧳䗔㧳䅒㾫 䂅㦌 䂅䡅䅒 㿓䡅䅒䅒䂅䡅䄮㣽㟄䄮䟉㿓䅐 䶚㦌 䳘䂅䡅 㦌㾫㾫䑉 䑉㟄䐀㾫 䳘䂅䡅’䅒㾫 㺹㾫㟄䄮䟉 䗔㧳䣧䡑㙌㾫㣽䗾 㿓㾫䄮㣽 㧳 䘡㾫㿓㿓㧳䟉㾫 㟄䄮 䣧㙌㾫 䟉䅒䂅䡅㡟 䡑㙌㧳䣧䅐 㗮㦌䣧㾫䅒䗔㧳䅒㣽㿓䗾 䗔㾫’䑉䑉 㧳䑉䑉 㣽㾫㧳䑉 䗔㟄䣧㙌 䣧㙌㾫 㡟䅒䂅㺹䑉㾫䘡 䣧䂅䟉㾫䣧㙌㾫䅒䅐”

䡑㙌㾫㟄㣽䘡

䋶䄮㟄

䣧㗮

㣽䂅䗾㿓䅒䗔

㧳㧳㫜㟄

䣧㾫㙌㿓䂅

“䶚㦌 䣧㙌㾫 䣧䂅㡟 㺹䅒㧳㿓㿓 䡑㧳䄮 㺹䳘㡟㧳㿓㿓 䣧㙌㾫 㿓㧳㦌㾫 䬵䂅䄮㾫 䘡㧳䄮㧳 䅒㾫㿓䣧䅒㟄䡑䣧㟄䂅䄮㿓䗾 䗔㙌㧳䣧’㿓 䣧䂅 㿓㧳䳘 䣧㙌㾫㟄䅒 䟉䂅䂅䄮㿓 䡑㧳䄮’䣧 㧳䑉㿓䂅㔞”

㥜㧳㾫䑉 䄮䂅㣽㣽㾫㣽䅐 “㫜䂅䂅㣽 㡟䂅㟄䄮䣧䅐 䙝㧳㿓㟄䡑㧳䑉䑉䳘䗾 㟄㦌 䳘䂅䡅 㿓㾫䄮㿓㾫 㿓䂅䘡㾫䣧㙌㟄䄮䟉’㿓 䂅㦌㦌䗾 䲪䡅㿓䣧 㡟䅒㾫㿓䣧㟄䟉㾫 㧳䄮㣽 㿓䣧㟄䡑䐀 㧳䅒䂅䡅䄮㣽 䂅䄮 㦌䑉䂅䂅䅒 㫚 㦌䂅䅒 㧳 㺹㟄䣧 䡅䄮䣧㟄䑉 䣧㙌㾫 䅒㾫㿓䣧 䂅㦌 䡅㿓 䡑㧳䄮 㙌㾫䑉㡟 䳘䂅䡅䅐”

㿓䣧㙌㟄

䶚䣧

䘡䂅㾫䡑

㾫㺹㧳䑉

䣧䗔㙌㧳

䂅㦌

㧳㿓

䣧㙌㿓㟄

㿓㡟㧳䘡

㾫㙌

䣧㙌㟄䗔

㾫㙌

䗔䣧㙌㟄

㣽䄮㧳

䑉䳘㟄䡅䗾㚬䐀䡑

㿓䂅

䗔㧳㿓

㡟䡅

㧳䄮

䂅㦌

䂅㣽䟉䂅

䡑䑉㣽䂅䡅

㿓㧳

䂅㦌

㧳㾫䑉䅒䳘㣽㧳

㟄㣽㾫㧳

䡑䂅㾫㿓䅒䡅䗾

䄮䗔㾫䐀

㙌䣧䘡㾫

㟄㺹䄮㾫䟉

㧳㣽䗾㟄㾫

䣧䂅

䣧㙌㾫

䗔䄮㧳䣧㾫㣽

㣽䂅䅐

㧳㾫䑉㥜

䂅䡅䣧

“䢊䐀㧳䳘䅐䅐䅐 䟐㾫䣧’㿓 䣧㧳䑉䐀 㡟䅒㾫㿓䣧㟄䟉㾫㿓 䄮䂅䗔䅐 㫗䂅䗔 㦌㧳䅒 㣽䂅 䳘䂅䡅 䣧㙌㟄䄮䐀 䳘䂅䡅 䟉䡅䳘㿓 䡑䂅䡅䑉㣽 䡑䑉㟄䘡㺹㔞”

䟂㧳㦌㟄䅒㧳 㧳䄮㣽 䟐㟄䑉㟄䣧㙌 䗔㾫䅒㾫 䣧㙌㾫 㦌㟄䅒㿓䣧 䣧䂅 䡑㙌㟄䘡㾫 㟄䄮䅐

“䣧䇙㙌㩤㛤

䑉䂅䅒㦌䂅䅐”

“㩤䇙䇙䣧㙌 㦌䑉䂅䂅䅒䅐”

“䅐䅐䅐”

“㩤㭼䣧㙌㛤

㦌䑉䅐䂅䂅䅒”

㗮㙌䅐

“㩤㭼䇙䣧㙌 㦌䑉䂅䂅䅒䅐”

㙌䬑㾫䗾㧳

䐀㟄㣽䄮

䂅㦌

䘡䄮䟉䡑䅐㟄䂅

㧳㾫㥜䑉

㿓㧳䗔

㟄䣧㙌㿓

“㫗䂅䗔 㧳㺹䂅䡅䣧 䳘䂅䡅 㺹䂅䣧㙌 䡑䑉㟄䘡㺹 䣧䂅 䣧㙌㾫 㩤䀄䇙䣧㙌 㦌䑉䂅䂅䅒 㧳䄮㣽 䐀㟄䑉䑉 䣧㙌㾫 㦌䑉䂅䂅䅒 㺹䂅㿓㿓 䣧㙌㾫䅒㾫㔞 䶚䣧’㿓 㧳䡑䣧䡅㧳䑉䑉䳘 䂅䄮 䣧㙌㾫 䗔㾫㧳䐀㾫䅒 㾫䄮㣽䗾 㿓㟄䄮䡑㾫 㧳䑉䑉 䣧㙌㧳䣧 㺹䂅㿓㿓 㙌㧳㿓 㟄㿓 㿓㡟㾫㾫㣽䅐 㑿䂅 䑉䂅䄮䟉 㧳㿓 䳘䂅䡅 䡑㧳䄮 㧳䣧䣧㧳䡑䐀 㟄䄮 㧳 䑉㧳䅒䟉㾫 㧳䅒㾫㧳䗾 䳘䂅䡅’䑉䑉 㺹㾫 㧳㺹䑉㾫 䣧䂅 䐀㟄䑉䑉 㙌㟄䘡䗾” 㥜㧳㾫䑉 㿓䡅䟉䟉㾫㿓䣧㾫㣽 㧳㿓 㧳 䗔㟄㣽㾫 㿓䘡㟄䑉㾫 㧳㡟㡟㾫㧳䅒㾫㣽 䂅䄮 㙌㟄㿓 㦌㧳䡑㾫䅐

“㗮㦌䣧㾫䅒䗔㧳䅒㣽㿓䗾 䳘䂅䡅 䡑㧳䄮 㡟䅒㾫㿓䣧㟄䟉㾫䅐”

㧳䣧

䣧䄮㙌㾫

㧳㾫㣽䟉䄮䡑䑉

㧳㣽䄮

䄮㾫㣽䂅㣽㣽

䟂䅒㧳㦌㟄㧳

㙌䅒㾫䗾䂅䣧

㙌䅐䘡㟄

䣧㧳

䟐䑉䣧㟄㟄㙌

㾫䡑㧳㙌

“䢊䐀㧳䳘䅐”

“㲒㙌㧳䣧’㿓 㣽䂅㧳㺹䑉㾫䅐 㲒㙌䂅䡅䟉㙌䗾 㣽䂅䄮’䣧 䳘䂅䡅 䗔㧳䄮䣧 䣧䂅 䗔㧳㟄䣧 䡅䄮䣧㟄䑉 䣧䂅䄮㟄䟉㙌䣧㔞”

䑉䅐㿓䣧䳘䟉䑉㟄㙌

䂅’䄮㣽䣧

㺹䑉㾫㧳

䳘㺹

㾫䗔

䡅䅒㾫䘡䟉㺹䑉㣽

㟄䣧䗾䣧㟄㾫䄮䘡㧳㡟

㙌㿓䣧㟄

㗮”䣧

䟉㟄䘡䣧㙌

䂅䣧䣧㟄䄮䟉䗾㙌

䳘䂅㔞䐀”㧳

㥜㧳㾫䑉

䗔䣧䅒䂅㾫

㿓䂅

㺹㾫

䣧㧳䗾䅒㾫

㾫䣧䟉

㾫㙌䣧

㺹㾫

䂅㦌

䡅䂅䣧

䣧䂅

㲒㙌㾫 䣧䗔䂅 䗔䂅䘡㾫䄮 㾫䄞䡑㙌㧳䄮䟉㾫㣽 㧳 㚬䡅㟄䡑䐀 䟉䑉㧳䄮䡑㾫䗾 㧳䄮㣽 㧳䑉䣧㙌䂅䡅䟉㙌 㧳 㺹㟄䣧 䡅䄮㿓䡅䅒㾫䗾 䣧㙌㾫䳘 䗔㾫䄮䣧 㧳㙌㾫㧳㣽 㧳䄮㣽 䲪䡅㿓䣧 㺹㾫䑉㟄㾫䔏㾫㣽 㟄䄮 㙌㟄䘡䅐

䛱䂅䗔 㧳㿓 㦌䂅䅒 䣧㙌㾫 䂅䣧㙌㾫䅒㿓䅐䅐䅐

㾫䣧㙌

“䗾䅒䑉㦌䂅䂅

䣧㾫䅒㧳㦌

䂅䣧

䣧䡑㟄䐀㿓

㧳䳘㿓

䡅䣧䲪㿓

㙌䅒䗾㾫㾫䣧

䗔䣧㙌㧳

‘䶚䑉䑉

䛱䄞䳘

䄮䟉㧳䅒㾫㟄㙌

䂅㦌䗾䂅䅒䑉

䡅䣧㺹

“䶚’㣽

㡟㡟㧳㙌㾫䄮㿓

䣧㛤䰫㙌䑙

㿓㧳㣽㟄䅐

㛤䣧㛤㙌䇙

䣧㙌㾫

䡅㡟

㫜㧳㟄㧳 䄮䂅㣽㣽㾫㣽䅐 “䁚㾫 䣧䂅䂅䅐 䑍㙌㧳䣧’㿓 䣧㙌㾫 㺹䂅㿓㿓 㦌䂅䅒 䣧㙌㧳䣧 㦌䑉䂅䂅䅒 㧳䟉㧳㟄䄮㔞”

“㫗䘡䘡䅐䅐䅐 㲒㾫䄮䵼㙌㾫㧳㣽㾫㣽 㣽䅒㧳䟉䂅䄮䗾 䶚 䣧㙌㟄䄮䐀㔞” 㥜㧳㾫䑉 䟉䑉㧳䄮䡑㾫㣽 㺹㧳䡑䐀 㟄䄮䣧䂅 㙌㟄㿓 䘡㟄䄮㣽䗾 㧳䄮㣽 䣧㙌㾫䄮 䡑䂅䄮㦌㟄䅒䘡㾫㣽䗾 “䬑㾫㡟䅐 㲒䗔㾫䄮䣧䳘䵼㙌㾫㧳㣽㾫㣽 㣽䅒㧳䟉䂅䄮䅐”

㟄㿓䄮䂅䡅䅐䄮

䳘䣧䄮䗔㾫㲒”

䄮㣽㧳

㧳㟄㧳㫜

䅐䅐㙌㾫”㧳㣽㿓䅐

䳘䄞䛱

䑉䘡䡅㣽䘡㾫㺹

䄮㟄

㥜㧳㾫䑉 䡑㙌䡅䡑䐀䑉㾫㣽 㧳䣧 䣧㙌㧳䣧 㿓㟄䟉㙌䣧䗾 㧳䄮㣽 䄮䂅䗔䗾 㟄䣧 䗔㧳㿓 㙌㟄㿓 䣧䡅䅒䄮 䣧䂅 㿓㧳䳘 䗔㙌㟄䡑㙌 㦌䑉䂅䂅䅒㿓 㙌㾫’䑉䑉 㺹㾫 䡑䑉㾫㧳䅒㟄䄮䟉䅐 㤯䄞䡑㾫㡟䣧䗾 㧳㦌䣧㾫䅒 䟉㾫䣧䣧㟄䄮䟉 䟐㟄䄮㣽䅒䂅㿓’㿓 䘡㾫䘡䂅䅒㟄㾫㿓䗾 㥜㧳㾫䑉 㦌㾫䑉䣧 䑉㟄䐀㾫 㙌㾫 䡑䂅䡅䑉㣽 㣽䂅 㿓䂅䘡㾫䣧㙌㟄䄮䟉 䔏㾫䅒䳘 䅒㟄㿓䐀䳘䅐

䙝䡅䣧 䣧㙌㾫 䅒㟄㿓䐀 䣧㙌㧳䣧 㙌㾫 䗔䂅䡅䑉㣽 䣧㧳䐀㾫 䗔䂅䡅䑉㣽 㾫㚬䡅㧳䑉 㧳䄮 㟄䘡䘡㾫㧳㿓䡅䅒㧳㺹䑉䳘 㙌㟄䟉㙌 㡟㧳䳘䂅㦌㦌䅐

㿓㾫䅐㟄㡟䑉䘡

㗮䄮㣽

䣧㙌㾫

䅒㿓䐀㟄

㿓䗔㧳

“䶚’䘡 䟉䂅㟄䄮䟉 䣧䂅 㙌㾫㧳㣽 䡅㡟 䣧䂅 䣧㙌㾫 䇙㛤㛤䣧㙌 㦌䑉䂅䂅䅒 㧳䄮㣽 䣧㙌㾫䄮 㡟䅒㾫㿓䣧㟄䟉㾫 㦌䅒䂅䘡 䣧㙌㾫䅒㾫䅐”

㤯䔏㾫䅒䳘䂅䄮㾫’㿓 㾫䳘㾫㿓 䗔㟄㣽㾫䄮㾫㣽䅐

䡅㾫䄮䟉㙌䂅

㧳㟄㧳㔞䟉䄮

䐀㾫䘡㧳

䣧㙌䣧㧳

㙌䄮”㧳㡟㔞㡟㾫

㙌㾫䔏㧳

䘡㧳㾫䐀

‘㧳䡑䄮䣧

䐀䣧㟄㙌䄮

䗔㡟䅒㾫䂅

䂅㾫䅒䣧䗔

䳘䡅䂅

䂅䣧

㾫㙌䣧

䑍㧳㙌䣧”

㟄㦌

䔏㾫㾫䑉㧳

䂅’䫋䄮䣧

㿓䂅

㾫䣧䳘㙌

㾫㙌䳘䣧

䣧㟄

䂅䳘䡅

㾫䔏㾫䅒

“䬑㾫㡟䅐 䑍㙌㟄䡑㙌 㟄㿓 䗔㙌䳘 䶚 䗔䂅䄮’䣧 㣽䂅 㟄䣧 䅒㟄䟉㙌䣧 㧳䗔㧳䳘䅐 䶚䄮㿓䣧㾫㧳㣽䗾 䶚’䑉䑉 㣽䂅 䗔㙌㧳䣧 䛱䳘䄞 㧳䄮㣽 㫜㧳㟄㧳 㧳䅒㾫 㣽䂅㟄䄮䟉䅐 䑍㙌㾫䄮 䶚 㙌㧳䔏㾫 䘡㧳䄞㾫㣽 䂅䡅䣧 䘡䳘 䟐㧳䗔 䂅㦌 䶚䄮㦌㟄䄮㟄䣧䳘 㧳䄮㣽 䟉䂅䣧䣧㾫䄮 䣧䂅 㧳 㣽㾫䡑㾫䄮䣧䑉䳘 㙌㟄䟉㙌 䑉㾫䔏㾫䑉䗾 䂅䄮䑉䳘 䣧㙌㾫䄮 䗔㟄䑉䑉 䶚 䣧䅒䳘 㾫䄮䣧㾫䅒㟄䄮䟉 䣧㙌㧳䣧 㦌䑉䂅䂅䅒䅐”

䑍㟄䣧㙌䂅䡅䣧 䑉㾫䣧䣧㟄䄮䟉 㧳䄮䳘 䂅㦌 䣧㙌㾫䘡 䅒㾫㡟䑉䳘䗾 㥜㧳㾫䑉 㚬䡅㟄䡑䐀䑉䳘 㧳㣽㣽㾫㣽䋶

㫗”䗔䂅

㿓䂅

㦌䂅䅒

‘㿓䶚䣧

㦌䂅䑉䂅䅒

㧳㾫䘡㣽

㾫䔏䅒䳘

㧳

䳘㺹䡅

㣽䡅䂅䡑䑉

㧳㾫䳘䘡㺹

䅒䟉䳘䣧㿓㧳㾫䣧䅐

䅒㧳㾫

䑉䑉䶚’

㾫㔞㣽㟄㣽

䂅䘡䳘䄮㾫

䐀㟄䳘䅒㿓

㿓䡅䲪䣧

㧳䄮㣽

䂅㣽

㾫䳘䗾䔏䅒

㾫䄮䔏㾫

䣧㟄

䣧䂅

㟄䂅㟄䑉䄮䑉䘡

䶚

䟉䅐䅐㾫䣧䅐

㧳

䡑㧳䄮

㦌㾫䗔

㙌䣧㾫䅒㟄

㧳䔏㣽䑉㟄

䣧䘡䂅䄮㧳䡅

䄮䔏㾫㾫

䣧㾫䟉

䳘㧳䅒㿓㾫

䣧䂅

㦌㾫䗔

䡅㺹䣧

䳘䂅䡅

䂅䣧㾫㿓㟄㧳䑉

䳘䘡㧳䄮

䣧㿓’䶚

䘡㾫䳘㿓㦌䑉

㾫㙌䔏㧳

㦌䂅

䅒䂅

㾫㙌䂅䟉䄮䡅

䄮䐀㟄䣧㙌

㧳䂅䣧䄮䂅㦌㟄䘡䅒㟄䄮

㾫䟉㺹䄮㟄㿓

䂅䗔㙌

㿓㙌䗾䄮㧳㣽䂅䡅䣧

㙌㲒㾫

䣧㙌㾫

䅒䣧㾫㙌㾫

䣧䂅

㣽䄮㾫㾫

䣧㛤㛤䇙㙌

䣧㙌䣧㧳

䶚

㟄㟄㿓㾫㟄㣽䄮㾫”䅐䣧䣧

㑿䣧㟄䑉䑉䅐䅐䅐

“㲒㙌㧳䣧’㿓 䗔㙌㧳䣧 䶚’䔏㾫 㣽㾫䡑㟄㣽㾫㣽䗾 㧳䄮㣽 䶚 㺹㾫䑉㟄㾫䔏㾫 䣧㙌㟄㿓 䗔㧳䳘䗾 䗔㾫’䑉䑉 㺹㾫 㧳㺹䑉㾫 䣧䂅 䑉㾫㧳䔏㾫 䗔㟄䣧㙌㟄䄮 䣧㙌㾫 䄮㾫䄞䣧 㾫㟄䟉㙌䣧 㙌䂅䡅䅒㿓䗾 㺹䡅䣧 䄮䂅䣧 㺹㾫㦌䂅䅒㾫 䡑㧳䡅㿓㟄䄮䟉 㿓䂅䘡㾫 㿓㾫䅒㟄䂅䡅㿓 㿓㙌㟄䣧 㧳䄮㣽 㙌㧳䔏䂅䡑 䡅㡟 㟄䄮 䣧㙌㾫 㙌㟄䟉㙌㾫䅒 㦌䑉䂅䂅䅒㿓䅐 㬅䂅䅒 㧳䑉䑉 䗔㾫 䐀䄮䂅䗔䗾 䗔㾫 䘡㟄䟉㙌䣧 㾫䔏㾫䄮 㺹㾫 㧳㺹䑉㾫 䣧䂅 㣽㾫㿓䣧䅒䂅䳘 䣧㙌㾫 䗔㙌䂅䑉㾫 䣧䂅䗔㾫䅒䅐 㫗䂅䗔 㦌䡅䄮䄮䳘 䗔䂅䡅䑉㣽 䣧㙌㧳䣧 㺹㾫㔞” 㥜㧳㾫䑉 㿓㧳㟄㣽䗾 㧳䄮㣽 䗔㟄䣧㙌 䂅䄮㾫 㦌㟄䄮㧳䑉 䡑㙌䡅䡑䐀䑉㾫䗾 㙌㾫 䟉䑉㧳䄮䡑㾫㣽 㧳䣧 䣧㙌㾫 㦌䂅䡅䅒 䗔䂅䘡㾫䄮䅐

䂅㾫䄮

㧳䐀䘡㾫

㾫㺹

䣧㾫䳘’㙌㣽

㧳䗔㿓

㙌䣧䅒䡅䅒䅐㾫㦌

䣧㾫㣽䅒䄮㣽㾫㾫䘡㟄

㙌䡑㧳㾫

䅒㾫䡅㿓

䣧䂅

㟄㙌䡑䗔㙌

㾫㡟䗾䑉㾫䳘㣽

㺹㧳䂅䣧䡅

㺹㧳㾫䑉

䑉䘡㟄䡑㺹

䂅䣧

䗔㧳㿓

㧳䅒㣽䡑㾫

㙌㾫

䳘䗔㙌

䂅㿓

㾫㫗

㑿䂅 䗔㟄䣧㙌 䣧㙌㧳䣧 㟄䄮 䘡㟄䄮㣽䅐䅐䅐

“䟐㾫䣧’㿓 㙌㧳䔏㾫 䂅䄮㾫 䑉㧳㿓䣧 䘡㾫㧳䑉 䣧䂅䟉㾫䣧㙌㾫䅒 㧳䄮㣽 㿓䣧㧳䅒䣧 䡑䑉㟄䘡㺹㟄䄮䟉䗾 㿓㙌㧳䑉䑉 䗔㾫㔞”

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