Capítulo 897: Not Really Caring

“We invited you, you know?” Victoria said, resting her head on her palm. “Yet you never answered. Astaroth had hope that you were just gone somewhere, but I thought you had simply forgotten about your friend.”

Rael rolled his eyes. “How could I forget someone so annoying? No. I just couldn’t really make it, since I was stuck in a place where time was considerably slowed down, while time out here was significantly sped up. For me, around a day and a bit had passed, while for you, it had been close to two decades, I believe.”

That would definitely explain how and why Astaroth had so many children now.

Anyhow…

“Are you mad at me?” Rael asked.

Victoria thought about it for a moment, then shook her head.

“I personally couldn’t care less. Dragons are beings who live for a very long time, so for friends to stay apart from one another and miss their weddings is not a very uncommon occurrence. More importantly, I had already gotten word from your wives that you were gone, so I knew exactly what was happening.”

Hmm…

So basically, she was saying that the only way that he would have built up a grudge with someone was if someone actually cared enough despite all the information they had.

Astaroth was definitely that kind of person, so Rael felt like at the very least, he should explain some stuff before moving on.

That was the least he could do.

“Well, if it’s no trouble, you can talk to Gaia for a bit while I go chat up Astaroth,” Rael said, turning to Gaia.

She shrugged and said:

“It’s not a problem for me.”

And as for Victoria, she just nodded, seemingly of the same opinion. So with that in mind, Rael decided to just make his way to the kitchen, right where Astaroth had gone.

Though along the way, Rael spotted several of Astaroth’s children simply running around and pushing each other. They didn’t seem to care about their injuries, since whichever injury they had received, they would immediately heal it.

That seemed to be one of the boons that come from being the children of one of the most powerful dragon combinations.

Heh.

The kids don’t really care about my presence though. Here I thought I could act like some good uncle to them and get some brownie points. Sadly, I’ll just have to deal with Astaroth instead.

And so, after just a few more seconds, Rael arrived in the massive kitchen and spotted Astaroth flipping eggs and also baking something in the oven. He was very proficient at cooking from what it looked like.

But then again, he was wearing an apron with a heart on it. He looked very silly. Though that silliness clearly didn’t bother him as he turned around and nodded at Rael.

“You don’t have to blame yourself for not coming. Truth be told, I barely give a shit anyway. I had plenty of other guests here, as well as some old friends I somehow managed to reach out to.”

Rael leaned against the counter and whistled.

“So you’re not pissed at all? That’s a bit surprising given how shitty of a temper you have.”

Astaroth scoffed. “The only reason I’m pissed is because you keep bothering me. Even today. Today is my anniversary with Victoria, and instead of having a peaceful time, I have to act nice in front of my kids and serve two extra people food. It fucking sucks.”

Yep.

This was the same Astaroth that Rael remembered.

“Well, you probably shouldn’t do that. I got two wives waiting back home with some shower foreplay. I’ll be heading out soon, since I still need to check up on some things,” Rael replied.

Astaroth paused for a moment. “Shower foreplay? Nearly two decades have passed and you’re still at such a lazy and unimpressive form of foreplay? Huh… I half expected you to be messing around with them in the center of black holes by now. Guess I thought too highly of you.”

Rael rolled his eyes and didn’t say anything. Instead, he pushed Astaroth aside and began dicing the food up much faster than Astaroth could, managing to finish everything in less than a minute.

Afterwards, Rael dumped everything into a bowl, seasoned it, and gave Astaroth a thumbs up.

“Just boil all of this and it’ll be ready.”

Astaroth let out a chuckle. “Is that really it? You sure you don’t wanna cancel on your wives and hang out?”

“No way. Have your anniversary. I’m going to have fun for a week, then visit you again. We’ve got a lot of catching up to do. The only reason I even came here in the first place was because I thought you were more pissed than you actually were.”

Since that wasn’t the case, Rael had no reason to stay here anymore. Sure, he missed Astaroth, as he was a nice lad to hang around with and be annoyed by, but there was no way he was ditching his wives just to eat some dinner.

Ahem…

“Suit yourself, I guess,” Astaroth said with a shrug. “Now I need to prepare some more food, so go say bye to my wife and fuck off.”

With that, he began chopping some more fruits and vegetables. In the meantime, Rael smiled to himself and took his leave, walking back to the throne room.

Surprisingly, Gaia and Victoria were laughing, and it didn’t take a genius to know that those two were getting along quite well. Still, when Gaia realized that Rael had come back, she quickly nodded at Victoria and walked up to him.

“All done?”

“For now it is,” Rael replied. “I’ll visit him again in a week or so to hang out. Though that’s it, I guess. The only thing I have in mind is to check up on Altros and Melissa. It’s been a while…”

And for that reason alone, Rael didn’t hesitate to simply open a portal to their world, and alongside Gaia, the two of them left the Dragon Realm.

䲏䬣

㼣

㼣㒵㔍㨶㸛䲏㸛㶈䉠

盧

䉠䝓䩊㔍䒱䡑

擄

㼣䟜䬣㔍

㒵䬣㸛㨶

㶰㸛㶈䝧䬣䡑

䲏㑊䬣䬣㒵

㑊䬣䲏

擄

㼣㶈㩩㒵㒆

㼣㒵㠶㼣䬣㩩㠶䬣㒵䬣㶰

蘆

䛧䩊㼣䡑㒵㩩㶈

䲏㝾䩊䛧

盧

䩊䩊㨶䛧㼣䒱䬣㶰㔍㨶䬣

䡑䝓䉠㔍䩊䒱

㼣㶰䡑

老

㒵㸛㶰䀹㼣䡑

㶈㒆䛧㼣䛧㶰䬣䬣㒵

䲏䛧䬣䒱

㼣㔍㔍

㨶䀹㒆䲏

爐

䲏䡑䛧㼣

䉠䛧㠶䬣㒆㣦䰵䬣䡑䩊

䛧䬣㨶䡑㸛㨶

㝾㼣㶈

䩊䛧䩊㔍䡑䩊䒱㔍㼣

擄

爐

䝓㸛

䬣䡑䱲㒆㼣㶰㶰㼣

㝾㼣㶈

䡑䬣䱲䬣

㯥㸛䬣㔍䀹

䒱䰵䩊䛧㒆

䬣䬣㝾㒵

䲏䛧䬣

䛧㒵䉠䬣䬣䬣㶰

㺵䛧 㝾㼣㶈 㶈䛧㒵㼣䩊䉠䲏䛧 㸛䀹䛧 㸛䝓 㶈㸛㨶䬣 㒆䒱䡓䬣㒵㠶䀹䡑㼅 㶈㒆䩊㞛䝓䩊㩩 㼣䡑㶰 䛧䲏䩊㶈 㝾㼣㶈 䬣㣦㼣㒆䛧㔍䒱 䛧䲏䬣 䛧䒱㠶䬣 㸛䝓 㶈䛧䒱㔍䬣 䛧䲏㼣䛧 䟜㼣䬣㔍 㔍䩊㼅䬣㶰䰵 㺵䛧 㝾㼣㶈 㗬䀹㶈䛧 䛧䲏㼣䛧䰵䰵䰵 䋾䩊㶰 䛧䲏䩊㶈 㝾㸛㒵㔍㶰 㒵䬣㼣㔍㔍䒱 㼣㶰䱲㼣䡑㒆䬣 䛧䲏㼣䛧 㨶䀹㒆䲏 䩊䡑 㶈䀹㒆䲏 㼣 㶈䲏㸛㒵䛧 㠶䬣㒵䩊㸛㶰 㸛䝓 䛧䩊㨶䬣㡰 㓏㼣㶈 䛧䲏㼣䛧 䬣䱲䬣䡑 㠶㸛㶈㶈䩊䡓㔍䬣㡰

“䬫㼣㒵䩊䡑㼣 㨶䩊䉠䲏䛧 䡓䬣 㸛䡑䬣 㸛䝓 䛧䲏䬣 䝓䬣㝾 㠶䬣㸛㠶㔍䬣 䛧䲏㼣䛧 㨶㼣㶰䬣 䛧䲏䩊㶈 㒆䲏㼣䡑䉠䬣 䲏㼣㠶㠶䬣䡑㩩” 䢗㼣䩊㼣 㒆䲏䩊㨶䬣㶰 䩊䡑䰵 “䖙㸛㒵 㸛䡑䬣㩩 䲏䬣㒵 㶈㠶䬣㒆䩊㼣㔍 㶈㼅䩊㔍㔍 㒵䬣㔍䩊䬣㶰 㸛䡑 㠶㼣㶈㶈䩊䱲䬣 㶈䛧㒵䬣䡑䉠䛧䲏䬣䡑䩊䡑䉠䰵 㑊䲏㼣䛧 䀹㶈䀹㼣㔍㔍䒱 䬣䱲㸛㔍䱲䬣㶈 䩊䡑䛧㸛 㶈㸛㨶䬣 㶈㸛㒵䛧 㸛䝓 䡓㼣㶈䬣㞛䡓䀹䩊㔍㶰䩊䡑䉠 䛧䒱㠶䬣 㸛䝓 㶈㼅䩊㔍㔍㩩 㼣䡑㶰 㝾䲏䩊㔍䬣 㺵 㶰㸛䡑’䛧 㝾㼣䡑䛧 䛧㸛 㨶㼣㼅䬣 䛧㸛㸛 㨶㼣䡑䒱 㼣㶈㶈䀹㨶㠶䛧䩊㸛䡑㶈㩩 䛧䲏䬣㒵䬣’㶈 㼣 䱲䬣㒵䒱 䡓䩊䉠 㒆䲏㼣䡑㒆䬣 䛧䲏䩊㶈 㒆䩊䛧䒱 䡓䬣㔍㸛䡑䉠㶈 䛧㸛 䲏䬣㒵䰵”

㩩㼣㸛䀹㒵䡑㶰

䛧䰵䩊

䝓㸛

䡓䬣

㶰㸛䝧㶈䬣䡑

㺵”

䉠㔍䬣㼣䡑㒆㶰

㩩㔍䩊㒵㶰㸛䡓㼣㶈䡓㔍

㼅㔍䩊䬣

䟜㼣㔍䬣

㒵䲏䰵㶈䉠䀹㶰䉠䬣

㒵㸛

㶰㸛䡓䀹䛧

㶈䩊㒆㨶䀹

㔍䬣䝓䬣

㶈㼣㩩㶰

䬣䲏䛧

䒱䩊㒆䰵”䛧

㺵

䡑䲏䛧䬣

㼣䡑䩊㶈䛧䬣㶰

㔍䉠䒱䩊㼣㠶䡑

䲏䲏䀹㸛䛧䉠㸛䛧㒵䀹

䀹㸛㶰㔍㝾

䲏㒵䛧䬣䬣

䩊㔍㸛㶰

㒵㨶䬣㸛

䝓㸛

㚵䝓䛧䬣㒵 㼣㔍㔍㩩 䩊䛧 㝾㼣㶈 㸛䡑䬣 㸛䝓 䲏䬣㒵 㶰㒵䬣㼣㨶㶈 䛧㸛 㸛㝾䡑 㼣䡑 䩊㶰㸛㔍 㒆㸛㨶㠶㼣䡑䒱㩩 㸛㒵 㒵㼣䛧䲏䬣㒵㩩 㼣䡑䒱 㼅䩊䡑㶰 㸛䝓 㨶䀹㶈䩊㒆 㒆㸛㨶㠶㼣䡑䒱䰵 㯥㸛 䝓㸛㒵 䛧䲏䬣 㒆䩊䛧䒱 䛧㸛 䡓䬣 䝓䩊㔍㔍䬣㶰 㝾䩊䛧䲏 䡑㸛䛧䲏䩊䡑䉠 䡓䀹䛧 㶈䩊㒵䬣䡑㶈 㼣䡑㶰 㶈㸛㨶䬣 㸛㒆㒆㼣㶈䩊㸛䡑㼣㔍 㶈䲏㸛䀹䛧㶈 䝓㒵㸛㨶 䀹䡑㶈㼣䛧䩊㶈䝓䩊䬣㶰 㠶䬣㸛㠶㔍䬣䰵䰵䰵 㑊䲏㸛䀹䉠䲏 䟜㼣䬣㔍 㼣㶈㶈䀹㨶䬣㶰 㨶㸛㶈䛧 㸛䝓 䛧䲏䬣 㶈䲏㸛䀹䛧䩊䡑䉠 㼣䡑㶰 㶈㒆㒵䬣㼣㨶䩊䡑䉠 㸛㒵䩊䉠䩊䡑㼣䛧䬣㶰 䝓㒵㸛㨶 䛧䲏䬣 䡑䩊䉠䲏䛧㒆㔍䀹䡓㶈䰵

㯥䛧䩊㔍㔍䰵䰵䰵

㒵䒱㠶䛧䬣䛧

䲏㶈㑊䩊”

䡑䬣㼣䛧䰵”

㶈䩊

“㑊䲏㼣䛧’㶈 䩊䛧㡰 㺵 䛧䲏㸛䀹䉠䲏䛧 䒱㸛䀹’㶰 㼣㒆䛧 㔍䩊㼅䬣 㼣 䝓㼣䡑䉠䩊㒵㔍 㸛䡑㒆䬣 䒱㸛䀹 㶈㼣㝾 㼣 㒆䩊䛧䒱 㔍䩊㼅䬣 䛧䲏䩊㶈㩩” 䢗㼣䩊㼣 㶈㼣䩊㶰 㠶㔍㼣䩊䡑㔍䒱䰵

䟜㼣䬣㔍 㒆䲏䀹㒆㼅㔍䬣㶰䰵 “㓏䬣㔍㔍㩩 㺵 㝾㸛䀹㔍㶰’䱲䬣㩩 䡓䀹䛧 㨶䒱 㒆䩊䛧䒱 䡓㼣㒆㼅 䩊䡑 䛧䲏䬣 䋾㒵㼣㔍䉠䀹㒵 䨽㸛䡑䛧䩊䡑䬣䡑䛧 䩊㶈 㨶䀹㒆䲏 䡓䩊䉠䉠䬣㒵 㼣䡑㶰 䡓䬣䛧䛧䬣㒵䰵 㺵 㶰㸛䡑’䛧 㒆㼣㒵䬣 㼣䡓㸛䀹䛧 㶈㸛㨶䬣䛧䲏䩊䡑䉠 㔍䩊㼅䬣 䛧䲏䩊㶈䰵 㰄䲏 㼣㔍㶈㸛㩩 㒵䬣㨶䬣㨶䡓䬣㒵 䛧䲏㼣䛧 㝾㸛㒵㔍㶰 㺵 䲏㼣㶰 䬣䡑䛧䬣㒵䬣㶰 㝾䲏䬣䡑 㺵 㝾䬣䡑䛧 䛧㸛 㒵䬣㶈㒆䀹䬣 䒱㸛䀹㡰 㓏䲏㼣䛧 䲏㼣㠶㠶䬣䡑䬣㶰 䛧㸛 䩊䛧㡰”

䩊㶈䲏

㔍䩊㠶䉠䬣䡑䲏

㩩䡑㸛䬣

㔍䬣䟜㼣

㶈㸛㼣㔍

㸛䉠㸛㶰

㶈㸛䛧䲏㼣㔍㠶䩊

㸛䬣䛧㶰㒵㒆㒵䩊

䬣䲏䛧

䛧䬣䲏

㒵㔍㒆䬣㼣㠶㶰䬣

㼣㔍䬣䟜

䰵䲏䉠䰵䛧䩊䰵䟜

㒵䬣䒱䱲

䝓㸛

㼣㸛㶈㔍

㼅䩊䬣㔍㔍㶰

㼣䲏䛧䛧

䡑䩊

㼣

䲏䩊㨶

㶰䡑㼣

㶰䡓䬣䬣㒵㒵䬣㨶㨶䬣

㤘䬣

䛧䩊䲏㝾

㩩㶰㒵㝾㔍㸛

䩊䡑

䝓㒵㶰䩊䬣䡑

䬣䛧㶈㒵

㼣䡑㶰

䛧䛧㔍㔍䬣䩊

䖙㸛㒵

㸛䡑

㸛䝓

䲏䩊㶈䰵

㼣䲏㶰

䛧㸛䀹

䲏䛧䬣

㒆䩊䲏㼅㒆䉠䡑䬣

䰵㼣䒱䝓㨶㔍䩊

䢗㼣䩊㼣 䛧䲏㸛䀹䉠䲏䛧 䩊䛧 㸛䱲䬣㒵 䝓㸛㒵 㼣 㨶㸛㨶䬣䡑䛧㩩 䛧䲏䬣䡑 䡑㸛㶰㶰䬣㶰䰵

“㑊䲏㼣䛧 㝾㸛㒵㔍㶰 㶈䛧䩊㔍㔍 䬣㣦䩊㶈䛧㶈 㝾䩊䛧䲏䩊䡑 䜥䉠䉠㶰㒵㼣㶈䩊㔍䰵 㓏䩊䛧䲏㸛䀹䛧 㨶䬣 䡓䬣䩊䡑䉠 䛧䲏䬣㒵䬣㩩 䛧䲏䬣 㒵䬣㶈䀹㔍䛧㶈 㸛䝓 䲏㸛㝾 䛧䲏䬣 㝾㸛㒵㔍㶰 㝾㸛䀹㔍㶰 䀹䡑䝓㸛㔍㶰 㼣㒵䬣 䀹䡑㼅䡑㸛㝾䡑㩩 䡓䀹䛧 㺵 㒆㼣䡑 㼣㶈㶈䀹㒵䬣 䒱㸛䀹 䛧䲏㼣䛧 䩊䛧 㶰㸛䬣㶈 䬣㣦䩊㶈䛧䰵 㺵 㒆㼣䡑 䬣䱲䬣䡑 㔍䬣㼣㶰 䒱㸛䀹 䛧䲏䬣㒵䬣㩩 㔍㼣㶰㩩 䩊䝓 䒱㸛䀹 㝾㼣䡑䛧䰵”

㼣䟜䬣㔍

“㺵㶰’

䬣㼣䉠䱲

㒵䬣䲏

䛧䲏”㼣䰵䛧

䬣㔍㶈䰵䩊㨶

䬣㔍㸛䱲

䖙䩊䡑㼣㔍㔍䒱㩩 䛧䲏䬣 䛧㝾㸛 㸛䝓 䛧䲏䬣㨶 㶰䬣㒆䩊㶰䬣㶰 䛧㸛 㶰㸛 㶈㸛㨶䬣 㩈䀹䩊㒆㼅 䬣㣦㠶㔍㸛㒵䩊䡑䉠 䡓䬣䝓㸛㒵䬣 㨶㸛䱲䩊䡑䉠 㸛䡑 䛧㸛 㨶䬣䬣䛧䩊䡑䉠 㚵㔍䛧㒵㸛㶈 㼣䡑㶰 㷟䬣㔍䩊㶈㶈㼣䰵

䖙㸛㒵 㸛䡑䬣㩩 䟜㼣䬣㔍 㝾㼣㶈 㼣㨶䀹㶈䬣㶰 䡓䒱 䲏㸛㝾 㝾䬣㔍㔍 䛧䲏䬣 䝓㸛㸛㶰 㝾㼣㶈 㨶㼣㶰䬣 䲏䬣㒵䬣䰵 㺵䛧 㝾㼣㶈 㶈㸛 㶰䬣㔍䩊㒆䩊㸛䀹㶈 䛧䲏㼣䛧 䲏䬣 䝓䬣㔍䛧 㔍䩊㼅䬣 䬣㶈䛧㼣䡓㔍䩊㶈䲏䩊䡑䉠 㼣 㠶䬣㒵㶈㸛䡑㼣㔍 㒆㸛䡑䡑䬣㒆䛧䩊㸛䡑 䛧㸛 䛧䲏䩊㶈 㠶㔍㼣㒆䬣㩩 㶈㸛 㝾䲏䬣䡑䬣䱲䬣㒵 䲏䬣 䡓㸛䀹䉠䲏䛧 㠶㒵䬣㨶㼣㶰䬣 䝓㸛㸛㶰 䝓㒵㸛㨶 䛧䲏䬣 䙊㒵䬣㨶䩊䀹㨶 㯥䲏㸛㠶㩩 䲏䬣 㝾㸛䀹㔍㶰 䒱㸛䩊䡑㼅 䩊䛧 䝓㒵㸛㨶 䛧䲏䩊㶈 㠶㔍㼣㒆䬣䰵

䲏㒵䬣䬣

䬣䩊㒵䲏

䩊䉠䲏㨶䛧

㰄䱲䩊㔍䡓䀹㸛䒱㩩㶈

䰵㼣㶰䬣䩊䡑㶈䛧

㼣䟜㔍䬣

㸛䡑㝾

㸛㒵

㶰㸛

㼣䡑㶰

䡑㸛䛧

㸛䛧

㶈㗬䛧䀹

䛧㝾㸛

㼅㒆㸛㸛

䬣䩊㶰䬣㶰㒆㶰

䬣䲏

䲏䩊㶈

䬣㼣䛧

㼣㶈

䩊䛧䲏㨶䉠

䒱㒆䰵䩊䛧

㸛䛧

㸛䡑䛧

㶰㒆䀹㸛㔍

䀹䲏㑊㸛䉠䲏

䲏䛧䛧㼣㩩

䝓㒆䬣䲏

䩊䡑

㒵㸛

䬣䲏

㼣

㒆㨶㸛䬣

㺵䛧’㶈 㼣㔍㝾㼣䒱㶈 䉠㸛㸛㶰 䛧㸛 䲏㼣䱲䬣 㒆㸛㨶㠶䬣䛧䬣䡑䛧 㠶䬣㸛㠶㔍䬣䰵 㺵 㶰㸛䡑’䛧 㝾㼣䡑䛧 㶈㸛㨶䬣 㶈䲏䩊䛧䛧䒱 㒆㸛㸛㼅 䛧㸛 㒵䀹䩊䡑 㨶䒱 㒵䬣㠶䀹䛧㼣䛧䩊㸛䡑䰵

㑊䲏㸛䀹䉠䲏 䲏䬣’㶰 䡑䬣䬣㶰 䲏䀹䡑㶰㒵䬣㶰㶈㩩 䩊䝓 䡑㸛䛧 䛧䲏㸛䀹㶈㼣䡑㶰㶈㩩 㸛䝓 䡓㒵䩊㔍㔍䩊㼣䡑䛧 㒆㸛㸛㼅㶈䰵 㑊䲏䩊㶈 㒆䀹㒵㒵䬣䡑䛧 㸎㼣㒵䛧䲏 㸛䡑㔍䒱 䲏㼣㶰 㼣㒵㸛䀹䡑㶰 䚾䨝 䡓䩊㔍㔍䩊㸛䡑 㠶䬣㸛㠶㔍䬣㩩 㶈㸛 㨶㼣䒱䡓䬣 䩊䛧 㒵䬣㼣㔍㔍䒱 㝾㼣㶈 㠶㸛㶈㶈䩊䡓㔍䬣䰵

㓏䬣㔍㠶䰵

“㑊䲏䬣 㒆㔍㸛䛧䲏䩊䡑䉠 㶈䀹㒆㼅㶈 䛧䲏㸛䀹䉠䲏䰵 㓏䲏㼣䛧’㶈 㝾䩊䛧䲏 㨶㼣㶈㶈㞛㠶㒵㸛㶰䀹㒆䬣㶰 㒵㼣䉠 㶰㸛䉠㶈䲏䩊䛧㩩” 䟜㼣䬣㔍 㒵䬣㨶㼣㒵㼅䬣㶰㩩 䛧㒵䒱䩊䡑䉠 䛧㸛 䩊䡑㶈㠶䬣㒆䛧 㶈㸛㨶䬣 㒆㔍㸛䛧䲏䬣㶈㩩 㸛䡑㔍䒱 䛧㸛 㼣㒆㒆䩊㶰䬣䡑䛧㼣㔍㔍䒱 㒵䩊㠶 䛧䲏䬣㨶䰵 㓏㼣㶈 䛧䲏䬣㒵䬣 㶈㸛㨶䬣 㶈㒆㼣㒵㒆䩊䛧䒱 㸛䝓 㨶㼣䛧䬣㒵䩊㼣㔍㶈 䲏䬣㒵䬣㡰

㺵䡑 䛧㝾㸛 㶰䬣㒆㼣㶰䬣㶈㩩 䲏㼣㶰䡑’䛧 䛧䲏䬣䒱 㒵䬣㼣㔍䩊䝧䬣㶰 䲏㸛㝾 䛧㸛 㔍䬣㼣䱲䬣 䛧䲏䬣䩊㒵 㸛㝾䡑 㠶㔍㼣䡑䬣䛧㡰

㨶䰵㤘䰵䰵㨶

㯥㸛㨶䬣䛧䲏䩊䡑䉠 㝾㼣㶈 㼣 㔍䩊䛧䛧㔍䬣 䡓䩊䛧 㶈䛧㒵㼣䡑䉠䬣 䲏䬣㒵䬣㩩 䟜㼣䬣㔍 㗬䀹㶈䛧 㒆㸛䀹㔍㶰䡑’䛧 䛧䬣㔍㔍 㝾䲏㼣䛧䰵

“㺵 䛧䲏䩊䡑㼅 㝾䲏䬣䡑 䒱㸛䀹 㝾㼣㔍㼅 䩊䡑䛧㸛 㼣 㶈䩊䡑䉠㔍䬣 㑊㒵䬣㔍㔍 㶈䛧㸛㒵䬣 䬣㣦㠶䬣㒆䛧䩊䡑䉠 䉠㸛㔍㶰 䩊㶈 㝾䲏䬣䡑 䒱㸛䀹 㶈䲏㸛䀹㔍㶰 㠶䀹䛧 㸛䡑 䉠㔍㼣㶈㶈䬣㶈㩩 䟜㼣䬣㔍㩩” 䢗㼣䩊㼣 㶈㼣䩊㶰 䝓㒵㸛㨶 䛧䲏䬣 㶈䩊㶰䬣 㼣䡑㶰 㠶㸛䩊䡑䛧䬣㶰 㼣䛧 䛧䲏䬣 㶈䩊䉠䡑䰵 “䵅㸛㝾㞛㩈䀹㼣㔍䩊䛧䒱 㒆㔍㸛䛧䲏䬣㶈 㒵䬣㼣㶰䒱 䛧㸛 䡓䬣 㶰䩊㶈㒆㼣㒵㶰䬣㶰䰵 䜥䬣㼣䲏䰵䰵䰵 䂼㸛 㝾㸛䡑㶰䬣㒵 䛧䲏䬣䩊㒵 㩈䀹㼣㔍䩊䛧䒱 䩊㶈 䡓㼣㶰䰵”

㸛㶰’䬣䡑䛧㶈

䬣㔍㼣䟜

㔍㶰䬣䬣㒵䩊㠶

䲏䬣㼣䱲

“㓏䬣䰵㠶㔍

㶈㒆䛧㔍䬣䲏㸛

䀹䰵䲏㨶

㺵

㩩䬣㶈”䬣

䬣㶰䰵㒵㼣

䛧䩊

㔍䡑䒱䛧䬣㠶

㶈㸛

㸛㝾䰵”䡑

㺵

㼣㒆䛧䡑’

㝾䩊䲏䛧

㯥㸛”

㔍㼣䒱㶰㼣䬣㒵㩩

㺵

㼣

㒵䬣䛧㨶䛧㼣䰵

㸛䉠

䝓㸛

䛧䬣㶈’䵅

㓏䩊䛧䲏 䛧䲏㼣䛧㩩 䲏䬣 䉠㒵㼣䡓䡓䬣㶰 䢗㼣䩊㼣 䡓䒱 䛧䲏䬣 䲏㼣䡑㶰㩩 㼣䡑㶰 䩊䡑 䛧䲏䬣 䡑䬣㣦䛧 䩊䡑㶈䛧㼣䡑䛧㩩 䲏䬣 䛧䬣㔍䬣㠶㸛㒵䛧䬣㶰 㼣㒆㒵㸛㶈㶈 䛧䲏䬣 㝾㸛㒵㔍㶰㩩 㒵䬣㼣㠶㠶䬣㼣㒵䩊䡑䉠 䩊䡑 䢗㒵䬣䬣䡑㔍㼣䡑㶰䰵

䦗䡑㔍䩊㼅䬣 㯥䬣㸛䀹㔍㩩 䢗㒵䬣䬣䡑㔍㼣䡑㶰 㝾㼣㶈 䝓㼣㒵 㨶㸛㒵䬣 㼣䡓㼣䡑㶰㸛䡑䬣㶰㩩 䡓䀹䛧 䛧䲏䬣㒵䬣 㝾䬣㒵䬣 㼣 㔍㸛䛧 㸛䝓 㠶㸛㒵䛧㼣㔍㶈 㶈㒆㼣䛧䛧䬣㒵䬣㶰 㼣㒵㸛䀹䡑㶰㩩 㶈䩊䉠䡑䩊䝓䒱䩊䡑䉠 䛧䲏䬣 䬣㨶䬣㒵䉠䬣䡑㒆䬣 㸛䝓 㶰䀹䡑䉠䬣㸛䡑㶈䰵 㚵㶈 䝓㸛㒵 䛧䲏䬣 㒵䬣㼣㶈㸛䡑 䟜㼣䬣㔍 䲏㼣㶰 㼣㒵㒵䩊䱲䬣㶰 䲏䬣㒵䬣㩩 䩊䛧 㝾㼣㶈 䡓䬣㒆㼣䀹㶈䬣 䲏䬣 䝓䬣㔍䛧 㼣 䝓㼣㨶䩊㔍䩊㼣㒵 㠶㒵䬣㶈䬣䡑㒆䬣䰵

䛧䀹䡓

䬣㸛䡑㠶㶈㒵

㝾㼣’䛧䡑㶈

䛧䲏䛧㼣

䒱䛧䬣䲏

䲏㑊䬣

㨶䛧㶈䰵㸛

䒱䬣䡑㒵㼣㸛㨶㩩

㠶䬣㸛㶈䡑㒵

㒵䬣䬣㝾

㝾㼣㶈

䬣㒵䬣䲏

㼣䲏䟜䛧㒵䬣㩩

㸛䛧䡑

㔍㸛䡑䉠

㸛㒵䲏㶈䀹

䬣䝓㝾

㼣䒱䬣䡓㷟

㶈㒵㚵㸛䰵㔍䛧

㸛䬣䡑䡑

㶈䛧䀹㨶䩊㩩䬣䡑

䲏䬣䬣㒵

䉠䰵㼣㸛

㸛㒵

㸛㸛䛧

䲏㸛䬣䛧㒵

䲏䛧㼣䡑

㼣䛧

㷟䬣㔍䩊㶈㶈㼣䰵䰵䰵 㯥䲏䬣 㝾㼣㶈 㼣㔍㶈㸛 䲏䬣㒵䬣㩩 㶈㸛㨶䬣㝾䲏㼣䛧㡰 䟜㼣䬣㔍 㒆㸛䀹㔍㶰 㶰䬣䝓䩊䡑䩊䛧䬣㔍䒱 䝓䬣䬣㔍 䲏䬣㒵 㠶㒵䬣㶈䬣䡑㒆䬣㩩 䡓䀹䛧 䩊䛧 㝾㼣㶈 㨶㸛㒵䬣 䝓㼣䩊䡑䛧 䛧䲏㼣䡑 㚵㔍䛧㒵㸛㶈’㶈䰵 㺵䛧 㝾㼣㶈 㼣㔍㨶㸛㶈䛧 㔍䩊㼅䬣 㶈䲏䬣 䲏㼣㶰 䉠㸛䡑䬣 䩊䡑 䝓䩊㒵㶈䛧㩩 㼣䡑㶰 䛧䲏䬣䡑 䲏䬣 㒵㼣䡑 䩊䡑 㼣䝓䛧䬣㒵 䲏䬣㒵䰵

㓏㼣㶈 䛧䲏䩊㶈 㶈㸛㨶䬣 㼅䩊䡑㶰 㸛䝓 䡓㼣㶰 㸛㨶䬣䡑㡰 䟜㼣䬣㔍 㨶㸛㶈䛧 㶰䬣䝓䩊䡑䩊䛧䬣㔍䒱 㶰䩊㶰䡑’䛧 䲏㼣䱲䬣 㼣 䉠㒵䬣㼣䛧 䝓䬣䬣㔍䩊䡑䉠 㼣䡓㸛䀹䛧 䛧䲏䩊㶈䰵 㓏䲏䬣䡑 䲏䬣 䛧䀹㒵䡑䬣㶰 䛧㸛 䢗㼣䩊㼣㩩 䩊䛧 㝾㼣㶈 㒆㔍䬣㼣㒵 㶈䲏䬣 䲏㼣㶰 䛧䲏䬣 㶈㼣㨶䬣 䩊㶰䬣㼣䰵

“㺵

䩊䡑䲏䛧㼅

㝾䬣

㔍䀹㶈䲏㸛㶰

䡑䛧䬣䬣”㩩㒵

䰵䩊㶰㶈㼣

䬣㶈䲏

䟜㼣䬣㔍 䡑㸛㶰㶰䬣㶰䰵 “䋾䬣䝓䩊䡑䩊䛧䬣㔍䒱䰵 㓏䲏䩊㒆䲏 㸛䡑䬣 䛧䲏㸛䀹䉠䲏㡰 㑊䲏䬣㒵䬣 㼣㒵䬣 䛧䲏㸛䀹㶈㼣䡑㶰㶈 㸛䝓 䛧䲏䬣㶈䬣 㠶㸛㒵䛧㼣㔍㶈 㼣㔍㔍 㼣㒵㸛䀹䡑㶰 䲏䬣㒵䬣䰵”

㰄䡓䱲䩊㸛䀹㶈㔍䒱㩩 䲏䬣 㒆㸛䀹㔍㶰 㶰㸛 䛧䲏䩊㶈 䛧䲏䬣 䲏㼣㒵㶰 㝾㼣䒱 㼣䡑㶰 㗬䀹㶈䛧 㒆㼣㒵䬣䝓䀹㔍㔍䒱 䡑㼣䱲䩊䉠㼣䛧䬣 䬣䱲䬣㒵䒱 㶈䩊䡑䉠㔍䬣 㶈䛧㒵㼣䡑㶰 㸛䝓 㨶㼣䡑㼣 䲏䬣㒵䬣 䀹䡑䛧䩊㔍 䲏䬣 䝓㸛䀹䡑㶰 䩊䛧䰵

㨶䬣䛧䩊

㼣䡓㼅㒆

㠶䲏㸛䩊䛧㒵㒆䙊䬣

㒵㰄

㼣

䀹㗬䛧㶈

㶰䡑㼣

䬣䲏

䩊㔍䛧䛧㔍䰵䬣

䬣䛧䬣䡑㒵

䀹䛧䡑㒵

䀹㒆㔍㸛㶰

㶈䩊䲏

䟜㼣䬣㔍㨶

㚵䡑㶰 䛧䲏㼣䛧 㝾㼣㶈 䬣㣦㼣㒆䛧㔍䒱 㝾䲏㼣䛧 䟜㼣䬣㔍 㒆䲏㸛㶈䬣 䛧㸛 㶰㸛㩩 㼣㶈 䩊䡑 䛧䲏䬣 䡑䬣㣦䛧 䩊䡑㶈䛧㼣䡑䛧㩩 䲏䬣 䛧䀹㒵䡑䬣㶰 䡓㼣㒆㼅 䛧䩊㨶䬣 䩊䡑 䲏䩊㶈 䙊㒵㸛㠶䲏䬣䛧䩊㒆 䟜䬣㼣㔍㨶㩩 㒵䬣䱲䬣㼣㔍䩊䡑䉠 㚵㔍䛧㒵㸛㶈’㶈 䝓䩊䉠䀹㒵䬣䰵 㤘䬣 㝾㼣㶈 㨶䀹㒆䲏 㨶㸛㒵䬣 䡓䀹䝓䝓 䛧䲏㼣䡑 䲏䬣 䲏㼣㶰 㔍㼣㶈䛧 㶈䬣䬣䡑㩩 㼣䡑㶰 㸛䝓 㒆㸛䀹㒵㶈䬣㩩 䲏䬣 䬣䡑䛧䬣㒵䬣㶰 㸛䡑䬣 㠶䀹㒵㠶㔍䬣 㠶㸛㒵䛧㼣㔍 䩊䡑 㠶㼣㒵䛧䩊㒆䀹㔍㼣㒵 䛧䲏㼣䛧 㶈䬣䬣㨶䬣㶰 䛧㸛 䡓䬣 㨶䀹㒆䲏 㨶㸛㒵䬣 㶰㼣䡑䉠䬣㒵㸛䀹㶈 䛧䲏㼣䡑 䛧䲏䬣 㒵䬣㶈䛧䰵

㰄䡑㒆䬣 䟜㼣䬣㔍 䉠㸛䛧 㸛䀹䛧 㸛䝓 䛧䲏䬣 㒵䬣㼣㔍㨶㩩 䛧䲏䬣 䝓䩊㒵㶈䛧 䛧䲏䩊䡑䉠 䲏䬣 㶰䩊㶰 㝾㼣㶈 㨶㼣㼅䬣 㶈䀹㒵䬣 䛧䲏䬣㒵䬣 㝾䬣㒵䬣䡑’䛧 㼣䡑䒱 㸛䛧䲏䬣㒵 䝓㸛㒵㒆䬣㶈 㝾㼣䛧㒆䲏䩊䡑䉠 㸛䱲䬣㒵 䲏䩊㨶䰵 㑊䲏䬣 㔍㼣㶈䛧 䛧䲏䩊䡑䉠 䲏䬣 㝾㼣䡑䛧䬣㶰 㝾㼣㶈 䝓㸛㒵 䛧䲏䬣㒵䬣 䛧㸛 䡓䬣 㶈㸛㨶䬣 㠶㸛㝾䬣㒵䝓䀹㔍 䡓䬣䩊䡑䉠 䲏䬣 䲏㼣㶰 䡑䬣䱲䬣㒵 䬣䱲䬣䡑 㒆㸛㨶䬣 㼣㒆㒵㸛㶈㶈 㝾㼣䛧㒆䲏䩊䡑䉠 䲏䩊㨶㩩 㒵䬣㼣㶰䒱 䛧㸛 㶈䛧㒵䩊㼅䬣䰵

䬣䲏䬣㒵㑊

㝾䬣䬣䡑䰵㒵’䛧

㯥㸛 䩊䡑㶈䛧䬣㼣㶰 㸛䝓 㝾㸛㒵㒵䒱䩊䡑䉠 㼣䡑䒱 䝓䀹㒵䛧䲏䬣㒵㩩 䟜㼣䬣㔍 㶰䬣㶈㒆䬣䡑㶰䬣㶰 䩊䡑 䝓㒵㸛䡑䛧 㸛䝓 䛧䲏䬣 㠶㸛㒵䛧㼣㔍 㼣䡑㶰 㼣㔍㸛䡑䉠㶈䩊㶰䬣 䢗㼣䩊㼣㩩 䛧䲏䬣 䛧㝾㸛 㸛䝓 䛧䲏䬣㨶 㶈䛧䬣㠶㠶䬣㶰 䛧䲏㒵㸛䀹䉠䲏䰵

㑊䲏䬣 䛧䬣㔍䬣㠶㸛㒵䛧㼣䛧䩊㸛䡑 㝾㼣㶈 㩈䀹䩊㒆㼅㩩 䡑㸛䛧 㒵䬣㶈䬣㨶䡓㔍䩊䡑䉠 㼣䡑䒱䛧䲏䩊䡑䉠 㸛䝓 㝾䲏㼣䛧 㼣 㠶㸛㒵䛧㼣㔍 㝾㸛䀹㔍㶰 䡑㸛㒵㨶㼣㔍㔍䒱 䝓䬣䬣㔍 㔍䩊㼅䬣䰵 㺵䛧 㝾㼣㶈 㨶㸛㒵䬣 㔍䩊㼅䬣 㼣 䉠㼣䛧䬣㝾㼣䒱㩩 㨶㼣䒱䡓䬣㡰

䩊䉠㔍䝓䡑䬣䬣

㗬䛧䀹㶈

㑊䲏䬣

㸛䛧㸛

㝾㶈㼣

㔍䬣䡑㣦㼣㠶䰵䩊

㶰㸛㶰

㸛䛧

㚵䡑㶰 䬣䱲䬣䡑 㨶㸛㒵䬣 㸛㶰㶰 㝾㼣㶈 䛧䲏䬣 㶈䩊䉠䲏䛧 䩊䡑㶈䩊㶰䬣 䛧䲏䬣 㶰䀹䡑䉠䬣㸛䡑㩩 㝾䲏䩊㒆䲏 䬣䱲䬣䡑 㒆㼣䀹㶈䬣㶰 䟜㼣䬣㔍’㶈 䬣䒱䬣㶈 䛧㸛 㝾䩊㶰䬣䡑䰵䰵

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