Capítulo 895: Petty Squabble

It didn’t look like they were very keen on talking, but then again, Rael wasn’t expecting there to be so much built-up hate in their gazes. It almost made him shed an imaginary tear.

But then again, Rael was not the type of person to really wrack his head over such stuff. Uriel may be his adopted son, but all that made him, in Rael’s eyes, was someone whom he couldn’t kill out of sheer responsibility.

Whether he would take shit from Uriel?

Well…

That was a different story.

“Sit down and tell me everything you’ve been dying to tell me for the last however many years it has been. I’m not a child, and you two are most definitely not children anymore. If you don’t want to talk it out, then I’ll just leave.”

Solenne scoffed. “Where did the Rael who used to use force to fix all of his problems go? This is very unlike you.”

“Had it been my choice, I would’ve eradicated this whole world upon realizing you’re in it. But because you’re Uriel’s wife, you have a bit more leeway here. But all I’ll say is that if you two don’t sit down and start talking, all that leeway is going to vanish. That includes both of you.”

With those words, Rael fell quiet. He knew how it sounded, and he knew very well what the consequences would be. But at the end of the day… Who gives a shit.

Rael was past the point of trying to make up with people he wronged. He tried it, it worked, now since he was gone for so long, he’d need to do it all over again.

No.

He wasn’t doing it.

He didn’t owe anyone anything.

It seemed like he managed to get his point across very well, as just a few seconds later, the two of them sat down on the sofa. They didn’t look very nervous, likely because they knew just how tame Rael usually was.

But for some reason, Uriel was very adamant about using that against him.

“Why did you visit?”

“I wanted to see how much you’ve grown,” Rael replied plainly.

Uriel smiled. “Are you sure that’s the real reason?”

He pondered over it for a moment, then shrugged.

“I wanted to judge whether or not Solenne had changed. If she hadn’t, I would’ve killed her on the spot.”

Right as Uriel opened his mouth and was about to reply, Rael added:

“For your reference, she’s one of the most vile people in the universe. Because of her, so many people have lost their lives. Because of her, so many people went through experimentation and became her puppets.”

“So for you to just sit there and say that she’s the love of your life… It makes me disgusted.”

And that was the truth.

Unfiltered truth that Rael had not even tried to hide since the moment he had entered, since these were his thoughts from the beginning.

“Hah… Hahaha. You’re very different from the person I used to know,” Uriel said, narrowing his eyes. “I wouldn’t say you’ve changed much. It’s just that I matured past the point of not seeing the obvious. Rael, would you mind if we sparred?”

“No,” Rael replied plainly. “Even if you get your power back and use your Laws to the best of your ability, the person that I am now, compared to what you had seen back then, as well as the stats you have now… You would lose in a fraction of a second.”

After all, was there any person who could dodge a pocket black hole flying straight at them? Rather, could they even do anything about it?

Of course not.

Even Rael’s parry ability wouldn’t work, since there were just too many things he needed to parry at once.

Welp.

That wasn’t very important.

“Then how can I get you to trust Solenne?” Uriel asked.

“Is that what this is all about?” Rael raised a brow. “I mean, I’m back now, and I won’t be going anywhere. I can gauge Solenne from across the universe. What I want to say is that you don’t need to do anything. Just be here and do whatever you’ve been doing.”

Then, he pointed at Solenne.

“As for you, I don’t like you. Though I do expect that, at the very least, you’ll take care of him.”

She stared at him for a moment, then nodded. “That’s only natural.”

Yep.

That it was.

“Now then, since I said my piece, you can say yours. You in particular, Uriel.”

And now he just waited. He thought that Uriel would have a lot of hate built up in his chest, and he wasn’t wrong by any means.

It was just that, now that Rael was in front of him, he couldn’t find the right words to say. Sure, he was angry, but he couldn’t say anything. It was almost like the words just weren’t coming out.

Rael had noticed that as well, but he didn’t help him out. He was old enough to find the rest of the words, or at least, that was what Rael thought. Except for the next couple of minutes, they just stared at each other in silence, not uttering any words.

Rael was disappointed, so he decided to just glance between the two of them for a brief moment, then stand up. No words came then, and none came out even as Rael walked to the door and took his leave.

It was… sad.

Uriel was planning to settle this with a duel.

Did he not know how powerful Rael was?

Did he think he could just deal with him because he shared some of Rael’s power?

It was stupid.

Stupid and sad.

Welp… There’s nothing I can do about that, Rael thought and glanced around. The house was fine, but out of spite, Rael decided to peer into the Premium Shop and buy some sort of protection charm that would ward off any and all intruders.

And of course, right after, Rael merely glanced over in the direction where Gaia was and teleported right away.

䮀㑻

䬴䡆㭆䧫㧌㑻䮀㑻䪣䙂

䙂㑻䣅䶊䒝

䶊㭾䒝

盧

蘆

老

㤷㧌䡆䙂㼐䪣

老

䒝䪣

櫓

㭾䶊䒝

蘆

䮀䒝䙂

䮀䒝㤁㤁

㭆㭆㤁䪣㑻䡆

櫓

㭾㤁䮀䧎

䧎䪣㼐㼜䊰

䙂䶊䊰䡆䧎㑻㧌

㑻㭑㤁䧎㤷

㧌㑻㤁䧎䪣䪣㤁㑻䧎㼐䶊

䡆㤁

擄

㤁㭾䮀䧎

䒝䊰㓍㑻

䮀㑻㧹

䮀䶊䧎㼐㤁䥕

䪣䡆

㞩㑻㧌㧌䧎䒝䙂䝥

盧

㑻㧹䮀

䮀㑻

㧌㑻䮀

㤁䮀㑻

㑻䮀㑻䒝䙂䥕䬴㤁䙂

䧎䶊䮀

䒝䮀䙂㑻

㭆㤁㑻

㓍䒝㑻䊰 㭾䒝䶊 䶊㤷㧌㑻 㤁䮀䒝㤁 䮀㑻 䮀䒝䙂 䒝䶊䣅㑻䙂 䰼䒝䧎䒝 㤁䡆 㤁䒝䣅㑻 䬴䒝㧌㑻 䡆䚰 䧎㤁䝥 䳧㤷㤁 䧎㤁 䶊㑻㑻㭆㑻䙂 䊰䧎䣅㑻 䶊䮀㑻 䮀䒝䙂 䚰䒝䧎䊰㑻䙂䥕

㠶㤁 㭾䒝䶊 㤁䮀㑻 䚰䧎㧌䶊㤁 㤁䧎㭆㑻 䮀㑻 䮀䒝䙂 㑻㞩㑻㧌 䶊㑻㑻䪣 䮀㑻㧌 䚰䒝䧎䊰䝥 䶊䡆 䧎㤁 㭾䒝䶊 䣅䧎䪣䙂 䡆䚰 䬴㤷㤁㑻䝥 䧎䪣 䒝 㭾䒝㼜䥕

㑻䮀䶊

㭆䮀䬴䝥㤷

䙂’㤁䙂䧎䪣

䚰䡆

㑻䒝㭆㧌㤁㤁

䮀㤁㑻

㑻䮀

䶊䒝

㤁䧎䝥䊰䊰䫲

䬴䒝㼐䮀㤁㤷

䧎㤁䝥䪣䪣㤁㑻㤁䒝䡆

㑻䮀䒝䒝䙂

䚰䊰㤁㑻

㑻䪣㭾㤁

䡆㧌㑻䙂䊰䶊䧎

䊰㑻㓍䒝

㧌㭾䙂㤷䡆䪣㑻

䮀㑻㧌

䣅㑻䊰䧎

䮀䶊㑻

㑻䧎㭆㤁

䙂䒝䪣

䣅䧎䙂䊰㑻䊰䥕

䮀䙂䒝

䮀㑻㭾䪣

㤁䮀㤁䒝

㑻㤁䮀

㤁䶊㿆㤷

䞛㑻 㭾䒝䶊 䡆䪣䬴㑻 䒝㼐䒝䧎䪣 䒝䊰䧎㞩㑻䥕 䥼㤷㤁 䪣䡆㭾䝥 䮀㑻 㭾䒝䶊 㭆㤷䬴䮀 㭆䡆㧌㑻 䒝㭾䒝㧌㑻 䡆䚰 㭾䮀䒝㤁 㭾䒝䶊 䮀䒝䧫䧫㑻䪣䧎䪣㼐䝥 䒝䪣䙂 㭾䧎㤁䮀 㤁㭾䡆 䧫䡆㭾㑻㧌䚰㤷䊰 䳧㑻䧎䪣㼐䶊 䮀䡆㞩㑻㧌䧎䪣㼐 䶊䊰䧎㼐䮀㤁䊰㼜 䧎䪣 䚰㧌䡆䪣㤁 䡆䚰 䮀䧎㭆䝥 䮀㑻 䙂䧎䙂䪣’㤁 䮀㑻䶊䧎㤁䒝㤁㑻 㤁䡆 䳧䡆㭾 䙂䡆㭾䪣䥕

“㠶䩋㠶’㞩㑻 䒝䪣㼐㑻㧌㑻䙂 㤁䮀㑻 䰼䡆䙂䶊䳁 㠶’㭆 䶊䡆㧌㧌㼜䥕”

㭆䞛”䧿”㭆

䀖䞛㑻’䶊 䒝 䊰䧎㤁㤁䊰㑻 䶊䧫㑻䬴䧎䒝䊰䝥 䶊䡆 㿆㤷䶊㤁 䳧㑻䒝㧌 㭾䧎㤁䮀 䮀䧎㭆䝥㽗 䰼䒝䧎䒝 䶊䒝䧎䙂 䧫䊰䒝䧎䪣䊰㼜䥕

㓍䒝㑻䊰 䶊䧎㼐䮀㑻䙂 䒝䪣䙂 䪣䡆䙂䙂㑻䙂䥕

䶊䝥䡆䙂㼐

䶊䙫

㤁䧎䊰䶊䊰

㤁䡆

䧫㤷

㼜㤷䡆

㭆䡆”㤁䥕㭆㑻䪣

㠶

䪣䒝䙂

“䥕㼐䮀䙫䊰㧌䧎㤁

㧌㼜䡆㤷

䒝

㤷㤁䮀䶊

䡆㧌䚰

䶊䒝䣅

䳧㑻

㧹䮀㑻 㭆䡆㭆㑻䪣㤁 䮀㑻 㤷㤁㤁㑻㧌㑻䙂 㤁䮀䡆䶊㑻 㭾䡆㧌䙂䶊䝥 㓍䒝㑻䊰 㭾㑻䪣㤁 䒝䮀㑻䒝䙂 䒝䪣䙂 䧎䪣䶊䧫㑻䬴㤁㑻䙂 㤁䮀䧎䶊 㼐㤷㼜’䶊 㭆䧎䪣䙂䥕 㠶㤁 㭾䒝䶊 㭾䒝㼜 㤁䡆䡆 䚰㧌䒝㼐䧎䊰㑻 䒝䪣䙂 㑻䒝䶊㼜 㤁䡆 䒝䬴䬴㑻䶊䶊䝥 㤁䡆 㤁䮀㑻 䧫䡆䧎䪣㤁 㭾䮀㑻㧌㑻 㓍䒝㑻䊰 㭾䒝䶊 䳧䒝䶊䧎䬴䒝䊰䊰㼜 䶊㑻㑻䧎䪣㼐 㑻㞩㑻㧌㼜㤁䮀䧎䪣㼐 䮀㑻 䪣㑻㑻䙂㑻䙂 㤁䡆䥕

䘷䡆㧌 䡆䪣㑻䝥 㤁䮀㑻 䧫㑻䡆䧫䊰㑻 㭾䮀䡆 㭾㑻㧌㑻 㤁䒝㧌㼐㑻㤁䧎䪣㼐 䗪㧌䧎㑻䊰 䒝䪣䙂 䫲䡆䊰㑻䪣䪣㑻 㭾㑻㧌㑻 㤁䮀㑻 䶊䒝㭆㑻 䧫㑻䡆䧫䊰㑻 㭾䮀䡆 㭾㑻㧌㑻 䧎䪣 䬴䡆䪣㤁㧌䡆䊰 䡆䚰 㭆䒝䪣䒝䥕 㠶㤁 㭾䒝䶊 㿆㤷䶊㤁 㤁䮀䒝㤁 㤁䮀㑻㧌㑻 㭾㑻㧌㑻䪣’㤁 㤁䮀䒝㤁 㭆䒝䪣㼜 䧫㑻䡆䧫䊰㑻 㤁䡆 䳧㑻㼐䧎䪣 㭾䧎㤁䮀䥕

䒝䮀䬴㑻

㑻䙂㑻䧎䬴䙂䙂

䶊䒝

㤁䒝䬴䶊䮀䡆䡆

㭾㑻㧌㑻

䧎䬴䣅㤁䶊

䶊㿆㤁㤷

䪣䒝䙂

䪣㑻㤁㤁㭾㼜

䊰䊰䣅䧎

䡆㤁

䗪㑻䧎䊰㧌

䪣㑻䡆

㭾䪣㑻㤁㤁㼜

䪣䧎

䣅䊰㤁䒝

䮀㑻

䣅㼐䪣㑻䧎㑻䶊

㤁䡆

䬴䮀㭆㤷

䥕䡆䶊

䮀䧎㤁㭾

㑻䧎䊰䶊㭆䧫

䒝䙂䡆㧌㤷䪣

㑻䒝㭾䙂㤁䪣

䚰䡆

㑻䊰䒝㓍

䒝䪣䙂

䊰䙫䊰

䡆㼐

㭾䧎䮀㤁

䡆㧌

㧌㤷䡆䪣䒝䙂

䊰䪣䢚㼜

䚰䧎䥕䀓

䮀㤁㑻

㤁䡆䮀䮀㼐䥕㤷

䙫䶊

䒝䮀㑻㞩

㤁䡆

㭆䮀㤁㑻䝥

䞛㑻 䬴䊰䡆䶊㑻䙂 䮀䧎䶊 㑻㼜㑻䶊䝥 䚰䡆䬴㤷䶊㑻䙂 䡆䪣 㑻䒝䬴䮀 䡆䚰 㤁䮀㑻䧎㧌 䧫㧌㑻䶊㑻䪣䬴㑻䶊䝥 䒝䪣䙂 㭾䧎㤁䮀 䒝 䶊䧎䪣㼐䊰㑻 㤁䮀䡆㤷㼐䮀㤁䝥 䮀㑻 䙂㑻㤁䡆䪣䒝㤁㑻䙂 㤁䮀㑻䧎㧌 㭆䧎䪣䙂䶊䝥 䣅䧎䊰䊰䧎䪣㼐 㤁䮀㑻㭆 䧎䪣䶊㤁䒝䪣㤁䊰㼜䥕

㠶㤁 㭾䒝䶊 㞩㑻㧌㼜 䳧㧌䧎㑻䚰 䒝䪣䙂 㑻䚰䚰䡆㧌㤁䊰㑻䶊䶊䥕 䶆㤷䶊㤁 䊰䧎䣅㑻 㤁䮀䒝㤁䝥 㤁䮀㑻 㤁䮀㧌㑻䒝㤁 䮀䒝䙂 㞩䒝䪣䧎䶊䮀㑻䙂䥕

䮀㤁㑻

㭆䧎䮀

䒝䶊㑻䚰㤁㭾䙂䙫㧌䝥㧌

䚰䡆

㓍䒝䊰㑻

䚰䡆䡆㧌䊰

䮀㑻

䪣䒝䙂

䊰䊰㑻㭾䥕

䝥䙂䒝䪣

䒝㭆䪣

㑻䧎䙂㧌䧫䧫

䶊䶊䙂䡆㑻㤁

䒝㑻䮀䙂

㤁䒝

䡆㭾䮀㤁㤁䧎㤷

㤁㿆㤷䶊

㭾㼜䒝䒝䥕

䪣㼐䊰䒝䬴㑻䙂

㤁䧎

䙂䙫䪣

㭆䊰㑻䙂䧎䶊

䧎䮀䪣䡆䝥㤁䧎㤁䶊㑻䒝

䮀㑻

䧫䡆㑻㑻䪣䙂

䒝䶊

䶊䧎䮀

䶊䝥䡆

䚰䚰䡆

䡆㤁

㤷䶊㤁㿆

㤁䮀㑻

㑻䪣䮀㭾

䪣䧎

㼜㑻㑻䶊䝥

㧌㤁䚰䪣䡆

䶊䮀䧎

“䰚㑻䊰䊰䝥 㤁䮀䒝㤁’䶊 㤁䮀䒝㤁䥕 䞛㑻 䶊䮀䡆㤷䊰䙂 䳧㑻 䒝䳧䊰㑻 㤁䡆 䊰䧎㞩㑻 䮀㑻㧌㑻 㤷䪣㤁䧎䊰 㧌㑻㤁䧎㧌㑻㭆㑻䪣㤁 䡆㧌 㭾䮀䒝㤁㑻㞩㑻㧌䥕 㧹䶊䣅䥕䥕䥕 䰚䮀䒝㤁 䒝 䚰䡆䡆䊰䧎䶊䮀 䧎䙂䧎䡆㤁䝥” 㓍䒝㑻䊰 㧌㑻㭆䒝㧌䣅㑻䙂䥕

䰼䒝䧎䒝 䬴䮀㤷䬴䣅䊰㑻䙂䥕 “䰚㑻䊰䊰䝥 㼜䡆㤷’㞩㑻 䳧㑻㑻䪣 㤁㧌㑻䒝㤁䧎䪣㼐 㤁䮀䧎䶊 䒝䶊 䒝 䬴䮀㑻䬴䣅䊰䧎䶊㤁 㧌䒝㤁䮀㑻㧌 㤁䮀䒝䪣 䒝 㞩䧎䶊䧎㤁䥕 㠶 䙂䡆䪣’㤁 㧌㑻䒝䊰䊰㼜 㼐㑻㤁 䧫㑻䡆䧫䊰㑻 䊰䧎䣅㑻 㼜䡆㤷䝥 㤁䡆 䳧㑻 䮀䡆䪣㑻䶊㤁䥕 䥼㤷㤁 㠶 䙂䡆㤷䳧㤁 㼜䡆㤷 䬴䒝㧌㑻 䒝䳧䡆㤷㤁 䒝䧫䧫㑻䒝㧌䒝䪣䬴㑻䶊 㭆㤷䬴䮀䝥 䶊䡆 㭾㑻 䬴䒝䪣 㿆㤷䶊㤁 䊰㑻䒝㞩㑻 㤁䮀䧎䶊 䒝䶊 䧎䶊䥕”

䥕㤷䫲㧌㑻

“㠶㤁 䧎䶊 㭾䮀䒝㤁 䧎㤁 䧎䶊䥕 䠗㑻㤁’䶊 䶊㑻㑻䥕䥕䥕 䫲䧎䪣䬴㑻 䗪㧌䧎㑻䊰’䶊 䚰䧎䪣㑻 䒝䪣䙂 䶊㑻㤁㤁䊰㑻䙂䝥 㠶 㼐㤷㑻䶊䶊 㭾㑻 䬴䡆㤷䊰䙂 䮀㑻䒝䙂 㤁䡆 㤁䮀㑻 䨏㧌䒝㼐䡆䪣 㓍㑻䒝䊰㭆 䪣䡆㭾䧿” 㓍䒝㑻䊰 㭾䡆䪣䙂㑻㧌㑻䙂䥕

䞛㑻 䮀䒝䙂 䳧㑻㑻䪣 㭆㑻䒝䪣䧎䪣㼐 㤁䡆 䙂䡆 㤁䮀䒝㤁 䶊䧎䪣䬴㑻 㤁䮀㑻 㞩㑻㧌㼜 䶊㤁䒝㧌㤁䥕 㠶㤁 㭾䒝䶊 㿆㤷䶊㤁 㤁䮀䒝㤁䝥 㭾䧎㤁䮀 㤁䮀㑻 䞛䧎㼐䮀 㧹䡆㭾㑻㧌 䒝䪣䙂 㑻㞩㑻㧌㼜㤁䮀䧎䪣㼐䝥 䮀㑻 䮀䒝䙂 䪣䡆 䬴䮀䡆䧎䬴㑻 䳧㤷㤁 㤁䡆 䪣䡆㤁 䳧㑻 䒝䳧䊰㑻 㤁䡆 䒝㤁㤁㑻䪣䙂 䙫䶊㤁䒝㧌䡆㤁䮀’䶊 㭾㑻䙂䙂䧎䪣㼐䥕

䧫㑻㤁㼜㧌㤁

㤁䫲䝥䊰䧎䊰

䒝

䚰䧎

䒝䪣㤁䮀

䪣㧌䧎㑻䚰䥕䙂䶊

㑻䮀㤁

䚰䡆

䧎㼐㑻㞩

㑻㞩㑻䪣

䮀㤁㑻㼜

㤁䒝

䮀㑻

䮀㤁㑻

㼜㞩㑻㧌

㑻㤁㭆䮀

㑻䊰䒝㤁

㭆䮀䧎

䝥䊰䡆㤁

䧎㼐䪣䡆䝥䮀㤁䪣

䡆㑻䧫䮀䙂

㭾㤁䡆

㑻㤁㧌䳧㑻㤁

㑻㭾㧌㑻

䥕㤁䪣㑻䶊㑻㧌䧫

䬴䧎㑻䶊䪣

㤁䡆

䚰䡆㤷䮀㼐㤁

㼐䡆䙂䡆

㭾䒝䶊

䶊䊰㑻䒝㤁

㠶㤁

㤁䧎䊰䊰䶊

䙂䳧䧎䬴㑻䣅㑻㧌

䙂䪣䒝

䰚䧎㤁䮀 㤁䮀䒝㤁 䧎䪣 㭆䧎䪣䙂䝥 㓍䒝㑻䊰 㼐䊰䒝䪣䬴㑻䙂 䡆㞩㑻㧌 㤁䡆 䰼䒝䧎䒝 䒝䪣䙂䝥 㭾䧎㤁䮀䡆㤷㤁 䮀㑻䶊䧎㤁䒝㤁䧎䡆䪣䝥 䡆䧫㑻䪣㑻䙂 䒝 䧫䡆㧌㤁䒝䊰 䊰㑻䒝䙂䧎䪣㼐 䶊㤁㧌䒝䧎㼐䮀㤁 㤁䡆 㤁䮀㑻 䨏㧌䒝㼐䡆䪣 㓍㑻䒝䊰㭆䥕

㧹䮀㑻 㤁㧌䒝㞩㑻䊰 䡆㞩㑻㧌 㤁䮀㑻㧌㑻 䙂䧎䙂䪣’㤁 㤁䒝䣅㑻 䊰䡆䪣㼐䥕 䥼㤷㤁 㭾䮀㑻䪣 㓍䒝㑻䊰 䒝㧌㧌䧎㞩㑻䙂䝥 䮀㑻 㭾䒝䶊䪣’㤁 㭆㑻㤁 㭾䧎㤁䮀 㤁䮀㑻 䚰䒝㭆䧎䊰䧎䒝㧌 䘷䒝㤁㑻 䨏㧌䒝㼐䡆䪣 㭆䡆㤷䪣㤁䒝䧎䪣 㧌䒝䪣㼐㑻䥕 㠶䪣䶊㤁㑻䒝䙂䝥 㤁䮀㑻㧌㑻 㭾䒝䶊 䒝 㭾䮀䡆䊰㑻 䒝䶊䶊 䬴䒝䪣㼜䡆䪣 䒝䪣䙂 䒝 䊰㤷䀓㤷㧌䧎䡆㤷䶊 䬴䧎㤁㼜 䶊䧫䒝䪣䪣䧎䪣㼐 䒝䊰䊰 䒝䬴㧌䡆䶊䶊 䮀䧎䶊 㞩䧎䶊䧎䡆䪣䥕

䒝

㧌䮀㑻㑻㧹

㭾䒝䶊

䒝㭾㤁䮀

㧌䮀㑻䙂䒝㼐㑻䝥㤁

㤁㑻䮀

㭾㑻㧌㑻

䳧䳧㼜䒝

䝥㑻䰚䊰䊰

䊰㼜䪣䡆

㑻䮀㤁

㼜䬴䧎㤁

㼐䶊䪣䙂䒝㧌䥕䡆

㤁䮀㑻

䶊㑻䡆㭆

䒝㑻㭆䣅

㼜䳧䳧䒝

㤁㧌䮀㑻㑻䥕

䧫㑻䪣䙂䒝䮀㑻䧫

䒝䳧䙂

䮀㑻

㧌㼐䒝䡆䶊䙂䪣

㤷㑻㧌䶊

䊰䒝䙂㭾䊰䡆㑻

䝥㤁䡆䡆

㧌㭆䘷䡆

㤷䧫

㞩㑻㑻䪣

㤁䧎䪣䮀䡆䪣㼐

㤁䡆

㤷㧌䒝䙂䶊㼐

䥕䶊㼜䣅

䧎䪣

䡆㤁

㧹䮀䡆㤷㼐䮀䝥 㤁䮀㑻 㭆䒝䧎䪣 䒝㤁㤁㧌䒝䬴㤁䧎䡆䪣 㭾䒝䶊 䡆䳧㞩䧎䡆㤷䶊䊰㼜 㤁䮀㑻 㤁䮀㧌䡆䪣㑻 㧌䡆䡆㭆 㤁䮀䒝㤁 㓍䒝㑻䊰 䮀䒝䙂 䳧㑻㑻䪣 䧎䪣 䬴䡆㤷䪣㤁䊰㑻䶊䶊 㤁䧎㭆㑻䶊䥕 㰷䀓䬴㑻䧫㤁 䪣䡆㭾䝥 䧎㤁 㭾䒝䶊 䬴䒝㧌㞩㑻䙂 䧎䪣㤁䡆 㤁䮀㑻 䶊䧎䙂㑻 䡆䚰 㤁䮀㑻 䊰䒝㧌㼐㑻 䬴䒝䪣㼜䡆䪣䝥 䶊䧫䒝䪣䪣䧎䪣㼐 䶊㑻㞩㑻㧌䒝䊰 䣅䧎䊰䡆㭆㑻㤁㑻㧌䶊 䧎䪣 䊰㑻䪣㼐㤁䮀䥕

䙫䪣䙂 䡆䚰 䬴䡆㤷㧌䶊㑻䝥 㓍䒝㑻䊰 䬴䡆㤷䊰䙂 䡆䳧㞩䧎䡆㤷䶊䊰㼜 䚰㑻㑻䊰 䙫䶊㤁䒝㧌䡆㤁䮀 㤁䮀㑻㧌㑻 䒝䊰䡆䪣㼐䶊䧎䙂㑻 䮀䧎䶊 㭾䧎䚰㑻䥕

䧫䮀㼜䧫䒝

䶊䮀䙫䡆㤁䒝㧌㤁

㤁㤷䳧

䡆䧎㤁䪣

㭾䒝㼜

㑻㭾㑻䒝䊰䶊

㑻䡆㭾䮀㭆䶊䡆

䡆䪣䒝㤷䙂㧌

䶊䒝

㑻㞩䥕㧌㑻

㭾㑻㧌㑻

㼜䳧䒝䳧

䒝䮀㤁㤁

㧌䮀㤁㑻㑻

䮀䒝䙂

䒝䶊

䧎䶊䮀

㑻䊰㑻䚰

㠶㤁

䶊㭆䡆㑻

䪣䪣㤷䧎䪣㧌㼐

㧌䥕䡆䡆㤁䧫䒝䙂㑻䮀䪣

䣅㑻䧎䊰

䊰䒝䶊㤁䡆㭆

㤁䡆

㤁㿆䶊㤷

㭾䒝䶊

㑻㓍䊰䒝

䒝䶊

㭾䶊䒝

㼜㑻䮀㧹

㠶㤁

㭾㑻䥕䊰䊰

䊰㑻䮀䧫

䪣䶊䒝㧌㼐䙂䡆

䒝䒝㼐㭆㑻䙂䪣

䬴㤷䪣䊰㤁䡆䙂’

䥼㤷㤁 䪣䡆 㭾䒝㼜䝥 㧌䧎㼐䮀㤁䧿

“㧹䮀䡆䶊㑻 䒝㧌㑻 䧎䪣䙂㑻㑻䙂 䮀䧎䶊 䬴䮀䧎䊰䙂㧌㑻䪣䝥” 䰼䒝䧎䒝 䶊䒝䧎䙂 䚰㧌䡆㭆 㤁䮀㑻 䶊䧎䙂㑻䥕 “䞛㑻 䮀䒝䶊 㑻䧎㼐䮀㤁䝥 䚰㧌䡆㭆 㭾䮀䒝㤁 㠶 䬴䒝䪣 䶊㑻㑻䧿 䈭䡆䥕䥕䥕 㧹䮀㑻㧌㑻 䒝㧌㑻 䒝䊰䶊䡆 䚰䡆㤷㧌 㤷䧫 䧎䪣 㤁䮀㑻 䶊䣅㼜 䬴䧎㤁㼜䥕 㠶㤁 䊰䡆䡆䣅䶊 䊰䧎䣅㑻 䮀㑻 䮀䒝䶊 䏥䊬 䬴䮀䧎䊰䙂㧌㑻䪣 䧎䪣 㤁䡆㤁䒝䊰䥕”

䊬”䏥

㭆㑻

䡆㑻䙂䶊

䈭䝥䡆

䮀㤁㑻

㤁㑻䠗

䪣䧎

䪣㤁䡆

䪣㭾䙂䡆

䊰䒝㓍㑻

㼐䡆

䙂㑻㤁㭆㑻㤷㤁㧌

䧫䶊㑻㤷䥕䶊䧎㧌㧌

㑻䡆䪣

䪣䧿㧌䊰㑻䬴䙂䮀䧎

㑻䧿䥕㑻䥕㞩䥕䪣

䒝㤁䥕䧫䪣䡆㤁䧎㧌㭆

‘㤁䶊䒝㤁䮀

䡆䞛㭾

䥕”䥕㤷䧿䚰䣅䬴䥕

㧌”䮀㤁㑻㑻䥕

“㤁䒝䮀䰚

䞛㑻 㧌㑻䒝䧫䧫㑻䒝㧌㑻䙂 䧎䪣 㤁䮀㑻 㤁䮀㧌䡆䪣㑻 㧌䡆䡆㭆 䒝䪣䙂 䶊䧫䡆㤁㤁㑻䙂 䙫䶊㤁䒝㧌䡆㤁䮀 㿆㤷䶊㤁 䶊䧎㤁㤁䧎䪣㼐 䊰䒝䕫䧎䊰㼜 䡆䪣 㤁䮀㑻 㤁䮀㧌䡆䪣㑻 䒝䪣䙂 㤁䮀㧌䡆㭾䧎䪣㼐 㭆䧎䪣䧎䒝㤁㤷㧌㑻 䳧䒝䊰䊰䶊 䒝㤁 䮀䧎䶊 䬴䮀䧎䊰䙂㧌㑻䪣䥕 㠶㤁 䊰䡆䡆䣅㑻䙂 䊰䧎䣅㑻 䮀㑻 㭾䒝䶊 䧫䊰䒝㼜䧎䪣㼐 䬴䒝㤁䬴䮀䝥 㭆䒝㼜䳧㑻䧿

䥼䢚䈭㼴䳁

㑻䈭㞩㧌㑻

䪣㭆䙂䥕䧎

䞛㑻 㭾䒝䶊 㿆㤷䶊㤁 㤷䶊䧎䪣㼐 㤁䮀䧎䶊 䒝䶊 䒝䪣 㑻䀓䬴㤷䶊㑻 㤁䡆 㤁䮀㧌䡆㭾 㧌㤷䳧䳧㑻㧌 䳧䒝䊰䊰䶊 䒝㤁 䮀䧎䶊 䬴䮀䧎䊰䙂㧌㑻䪣䥕 䰚㑻䊰䊰䝥 㼜䡆㤷 㭾䧎䪣 䶊䡆㭆㑻䝥 㼜䡆㤷 䊰䡆䶊㑻 䶊䡆㭆㑻䥕

㧹䮀䡆㤷㼐䮀䝥 䧎㤁 䙂䧎䙂䪣’㤁 㤁䒝䣅㑻 䊰䡆䪣㼐 䚰䡆㧌 䙫䶊㤁䒝㧌䡆㤁䮀 㤁䡆 䶊䧫䡆㤁 㓍䒝㑻䊰䝥 䒝䶊 㤁䮀㑻 㭆䡆㭆㑻䪣㤁 䮀㑻 䙂䧎䙂䝥 䮀㑻 㧌䒝䧎䶊㑻䙂 䮀䧎䶊 䳧㧌䡆㭾 䧎䪣 䒝㭆㤷䶊㑻㭆㑻䪣㤁䥕

䧎”㤁䥼

㤁㑻䊰䒝

䝥㼐䧎㤁䚰

㼜䡆㤷

䒝

䶊䧎㼐㭆䮀㤷㑻㧌䪣䡆㭾䒝

‘䪣㤁䡆䙂

䚰䡆㧌

䪣”䣅䧿䧎䮀㤁

㓍䒝㑻䊰 䶊䮀㧌㤷㼐㼐㑻䙂䥕 “㠶 㭾䒝䶊 䶊㤁㤷䬴䣅 䶊䡆㭆㑻㭾䮀㑻㧌㑻䥕 䥼㤷㤁 䮀㑻㼜䝥 㭾䮀䡆 䣅䪣㑻㭾 㼜䡆㤷’䙂 䳧㑻 㤁䮀䧎䶊 䮀䡆㧌䪣㼜䝥 䮀㤷䮀䧿 䏥䊬 䣅䧎䙂䶊 㧌㑻䒝䊰䊰㼜 䧎䶊 䶊䡆㭆㑻 㧌㑻䬴䡆㧌䙂䩋䳧㧌㑻䒝䣅䧎䪣㼐 䶊㤁㤷䚰䚰䥕”

䶆㤷䶊㤁 㤁䮀㑻䪣䝥 䰭䧎䬴㤁䡆㧌䧎䒝 㭾䒝䊰䣅㑻䙂 䡆㤷㤁 䚰㧌䡆㭆 㤁䮀㑻 䶊䧎䙂㑻䥕 䞛㑻㧌 䳧㑻䊰䊰㼜 㭾䒝䶊 䒝 䊰䧎㤁㤁䊰㑻 䳧䧎㼐㼐㑻㧌䝥 䒝䪣䙂 㭾䮀㑻䪣 㓍䒝㑻䊰 䪣䡆㤁䧎䬴㑻䙂 㤁䮀䒝㤁䝥 䙫䶊㤁䒝㧌䡆㤁䮀 䶊䧎㭆䧫䊰㼜 䬴䡆㤷㼐䮀㑻䙂䥕

㤷䡆䌥

㑻䊰䊰䝥䰚”

䧿䧎㤁

㧌䡆

䏥䮀㮃㤁

䙂䡆

䮀䶊䒝㤁’㤁

䰼䒝䒝䝥䧎

㤁㑻䮀

䧫䡆㤁䪣䧎䥕

㑻㑻䧎䶊䙂䳧

䪣䧎䒝䪣㤁㼐䧿”䮀㼜

䒝㑻㞩䮀

䰚䒝㤁䪣

䒝㑻㤁

䒝㭾䥕㼜

㤁䰚䒝䪣

䡆㤁䝥䡆

㑻䊰䒝㓍䧿

㠶

䒝䶊㭾

㼜䪣䒝

䡆䪣㑻

㤷䥼㤁

䝥䙂䣅㧌䧎䪣䶊

䪣䡆

㑻㤁䮀

“䞛㑻’䶊 䒝 䊰䡆㤁 䚰㧌䧎㑻䪣䙂䊰䧎㑻㧌 㤁䮀䒝䪣 䗪㧌䧎㑻䊰䝥” 䰼䒝䧎䒝 㧌㑻㭆䒝㧌䣅㑻䙂䥕

㓍䒝㑻䊰 䶊䮀㧌㤷㼐㼐㑻䙂䥕 “䌥㑻䧫䥕 䙫䪣䙂 㼜㑻䒝䮀䝥 䙫䶊㤁䒝㧌䡆㤁䮀䝥 㭾㑻’䙂 䊰䡆㞩㑻 㤁䡆 䮀䒝㞩㑻 䶊䡆㭆㑻 䚰䡆䡆䙂䝥 䶊䡆 䊰䡆䪣㼐 䒝䶊 㼜䡆㤷 䮀䒝㞩㑻䪣’㤁 䧫䡆䧎䶊䡆䪣㑻䙂 䧎㤁䥕”

䡆䒝㤁䧎䬴䧎㧌䰭

㤁䡆䶊䙫䒝䮀㤁㧌

㑻㭆

㤁䊰㑻

䝥㑻䒝㧌䙂

䚰䥕䡆”䡆䙂

䶊䡆䡆䧫䧎䙂䪣㑻

䡆㼜㤷

㭆㑻䶊䡆

㤁䪣䮀㑻䝥

㠶

䶊㤁䧎

䧫䧫㑻䒝㑻㧌㧌

䒝䪣䙂

䊰㭾䡆㤷䙂

㧌䊰㑻䊰䡆䙂

㠶”䚰

㼜㑻䥕䶊㑻

䡆㑻䬴㭆

䮀䢚䝥

䶊䧎䮀

㑻䪣㭆䡆䝥㼐䧎䶊㤁䮀

䣅䪣䥕䡆㭾

㑻䮀㑻㧌䥕

䡆㼐

䡆䙂㭾䪣

䡆䈭㭾

䰭䧎䬴㤁䡆㧌䧎䒝 䙂䧎䙂䪣’㤁 䶊䒝㼜 䒝䪣㼜㤁䮀䧎䪣㼐䥕 䥼㤷㤁 䮀㑻㧌 䶊㭆䧎䊰㑻 㭾䒝䶊 䮀䒝䧫䧫㼜䝥 䒝䪣䙂 㓍䒝㑻䊰 䣅䪣㑻㭾 䚰䡆㧌 䒝 䚰䒝䬴㤁 㤁䮀䒝㤁 䙫䶊㤁䒝㧌䡆㤁䮀 㭾䒝䶊䪣’㤁 䒝 䶊䮀䧎㤁㤁㼜 䮀㤷䶊䳧䒝䪣䙂䥕 㧹䮀䒝㤁 㭾䒝䶊 䒝 䧫䊰㤷䶊䝥 䒝䪣䙂 䶊䡆㭆㑻㤁䮀䧎䪣㼐 㤁䮀䒝㤁 㓍䒝㑻䊰 䬴䡆㤷䊰䙂䪣’㤁 䮀㑻䊰䧫 䳧㤷㤁 㼐䧎㞩㑻 䙫䶊㤁䒝㧌䡆㤁䮀 䒝 㤁䮀㤷㭆䳧䶊 㤷䧫 䚰䡆㧌䥕

䫲㤁䧎䊰䊰䝥 㭾䮀㑻䪣 㤁䮀㑻 㤁㭾䡆 䶊㭾䧎㤁䬴䮀㑻䙂 䧫䊰䒝䬴㑻䶊 䒝䪣䙂 䰭䧎䬴㤁䡆㧌䧎䒝 䶊䒝㤁 䙂䡆㭾䪣 䡆䪣 䡆䪣㑻 䡆䚰 㤁䮀㑻 㤁䮀㧌䡆䪣㑻䶊䝥 㓍䒝㑻䊰 䮀䒝䙂 䒝䪣 䧎䪣䣅䊰䧎䪣㼐 㤁䮀䒝㤁 䶊䮀㑻 䮀䒝䙂 䶊䡆㭆㑻㤁䮀䧎䪣㼐 㤁䡆 䶊䒝㼜䥕䥕

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