Capítulo 901: Remember?

“No.”

She glanced up at Rael.

“Ever since the last time I saw you, I had some weird memories floating back into my mind. I want you to be the one to confirm those memories.”

Hmm?

“So you do remember me, then?” Rael asked, puzzled. “What’s all that about? I thought you said you didn’t.”

It didn’t sound like she was lying either, since Rael didn’t feel anything go off.

What was she doing, exactly?

“What kind of questions are you talking about?” Rael asked plainly.

She paused for a moment, and then said:

“I remember you were inside my Mind Realm a very, very long time ago. What did we talk about, and why can’t I remember anything?”

Noticing how the situation was slightly spiraling out of control, Gaia decided to chime in:

“It’s none of your business, for starters. Also… you’re likely overthinking things. Had you actually met him, you would’ve remembered who he was right away.”

Yeah…

The moment she said those words, all hell broke loose as Melissa began denying everything, and Gaia kept trying to convince her otherwise. Rael couldn’t step into the conversation at all, making it evident that they would never really get down to the main source of the problem.

But alas, there wasn’t anything that any of them could do. For one, Rael was most definitely not in the mood to reveal the conversation they had inside her Mind Realm, mainly because it now turned out to be fake.

He wasn’t really Rael Altros. That glory belonged to the Supreme Beast, who was likely busy getting frisky with his wife he hadn’t seen in so very long.

As for Rael, he was just a nobody. Someone who started existing from nothing in particular. But then again, as many coincidences as there were, Rael felt like his birth was not a coincidence.

But whether or not he was going to find the reason why he came into existence before his death, he was uncertain.

Therefore, he just relaxed and let the women deal with his problems until eventually, it seemed like Gaia had enough. She approached Melissa, and without a single strand of hesitation, she whacked her over the back of her neck.

She couldn’t even react in time before she fell lifelessly to the ground, her consciousness gone in an instant. Altros, who saw all of this from the side, felt like whacking Gaia back, but to be honest… his self-preservation skills were a little bit too high-level for him to try biting off more than he could chew.

So like the good boy that he was, he decided to just stay in his lane and calmly pick up his sister, toss her over his shoulder like she was a sack of potatoes. Afterwards, he just nodded at the two of them.

“As much as I’d like to beat the shit out of you two, I feel like you’d beat my ass instead. Now what though? Should I take her back?”

Rael paused for a moment and pondered over it. “Eh… I don’t know. You can probably stay if you want. I don’t really care. There’s a city I need to get back to, and some other stuff I need to check out. Plus, my wives are waiting very patiently right now, so I don’t want to overstep my… I guess, luck?”

Otherwise, he won’t get the foreplay he so desperately wanted.

Ahem…

“Then can I have some free food? Also, give me a job so I can get even more money. I heard you’re rich or something from all your followers, so I ought to take a little bite out of the pie, right?” Altros chuckled. “After all, I am technically you, aren’t I?”

Yes, and no.

Well…

Rael wasn’t against giving this guy a job. After all, with his current wealth, he could probably solve world hunger in millions of worlds at once. Plus, it wasn’t like there was an abundance of janitors in his new city, so Altros could freely become the best janitor there.

Heh.

Welp.

With that in mind, Rael decided to just leave it as is. So of course, Rael went ahead and simply enveloped Altros in his mana before abruptly teleporting to Celestara.

Gaia reappeared a moment later, and of course… while Rael wasn’t expecting much, Celestara had also undergone a great change.

Someone went ahead and added even more mountainside elevators. More importantly, someone had excavated a big ass chunk of the city and made it even bigger. Somehow, they managed to do it without messing with the integrity of the crater itself, pretty much making it a nice extension.

But that wasn’t all that Celestara had to offer, as most of its facilities were upgraded by leaps and bounds. There was a decent chunk of technology, and none of it came from electricity. Rather, it was purely Mana Stones and whatever else the trio of elven ladies managed to come up with.

In short, this world had undergone a massive change, and it looked even more overwhelming when Rael glanced up. He was sure that he had only funded a portion of the massive city, and it was nowhere near as massive as what it looked like now.

Who funded it, exactly?

[I have a faint suspicion that it might’ve been Nyzzara,] Gaia chimed in. [She’s as rich as you, if not a little richer. You should honestly start using the computer she has, because the money potential is very alluring.]

“You think so, huh?” Rael mused. “Well… if it really was Nyzzara, then I’ll have to thank her. Though, just how much did she invest for the city to grow this much? Didn’t I already invest a metric fuck ton?”

He pondered over it but couldn’t quite come up with the number.

But what better way to find out than to ask the person herself?

She was currently in the Barbarian Lands, merely relaxing in the same tent she had all those years ago.

Yeah…

He should ask her.

Rael turned to Altros and gave him a thumbs up.

“Control your sister and look around. See you in a bit.”

㑗䙠

爐

老

盧

㽨㥢㓓䅐

䩊䈁㑗䙠

䞴䃯䅐䏜䇤

㿅㥢㥢㭬㑗䙠䧰㥢㭬

盧

䞴䅐䃯

㑗䚝䏜㥢㔥䈁

䃯䅐

爐

㳋䃯㥢䲃㑗䙠䅐䈁䏜

䞴䇤

䈁㼕䲃䏜㭬䇤

䇤㲦

㑗㥢㼕䈁䅐䞴

爐

䅐㭬䁭䙠䁭㥢䟝㥢䅐㭬㑗

䙠䞴䦟䃯

擄

蘆

擄

䏜㑗㭬䅐㥢䇤

䇤䈁

䞴䇤

䧰䞴䌙

䞴䃯䏜㑗䟝䙠䚝

䟝䇤

䁭䌙

䙠㥢䟝䲃㥢㑗

䐬䩊䏜䐬䅐䃯䲃

䃯㥢䈁

䅐䃯

䞴䇤

䏜䇜䇤䅐

䞴䅐䃯

䞴䏜㖸䌙

㥢㑗䈁

䙠䃀䐬䞴

㑗㥢䙠㲦㓓

䌙䃯㭬䏜

䃯䞴㑗䅐

䇤㑗

䲃䞴䰅䇤㑗㓓䃀䏜䅐

䧈㲦䞴䅐㭬 㥢㓓㓓䲃 䙠㑗 㖸䌙䏜䞴 㥢 㲦䅐㼕 䃯䇤䌙㭬䏜䲃 䃯䅐 䃯㥢䈁 㥢㓓㭬䅐㥢䈁䃀 㥢䐬䐬䇤䇜䁭㓓䙠䏜䃯䅐䈁 䁭㓓䅐㑗䞴䃀䚝 㰲䅐䅐䞴䙠㑗䟝 䃯䙠䏜 䏜䇤㑗 㥢㑗䈁 䃯䙠䏜 㼕䙠㲦䅐䲃 䇜䅐䅐䞴䙠㑗䟝 㿅䌙㭬䟝䅐㭬䲃 㥢㑗䈁 䅐㳋䅐㑗 㲦䙠㑗䈁䙠㑗䟝 䧈㓓䞴㭬䇤䏜 㥢㑗䈁 㰲䅐㓓䙠䏜䏜㥢䚝

㨨䞴 㥢㓓㓓 䃯㥢䁭䁭䅐㑗䅐䈁 㳋䅐㭬䃀 㲦㥢䏜䞴䲃 㥢㑗䈁 䃯䇤㑗䅐䏜䞴㓓䃀䚝䚝䚝 㽨㥢䅐㓓 㲦䅐㓓䞴 㓓䙠䩊䅐 䙠䞴 䇜䙠䟝䃯䞴 䃯㥢㳋䅐 䃯㥢䁭䁭䅐㑗䅐䈁 㼕㥢䃀 䞴䇤䇤 㲦㥢䏜䞴䚝

㥢䞴

䇤䈁

䞴䌙㿅

䇤䞴

䟝䞴㑗䟝䅐䞴䙠

䞴䃯䅐䏜䅐

㥢䟝䲃㥢㑗䙠

䏜㥢㼕

䇤㑗䅐

㑗䃯䅐䞴

䅐䞴䃯

䅐䧪䃯

㑗䙠䃀䙠䅐㲦䈁䞴㓓䅐

䅐䧰㲦䇤㭬䅐

䞴㑗䚝㓓䙠䅐䙠䃀㲦䅐㙳

䃯㼕䇤

䇜䅐㥢䈁

䘄㥢㥢䙠

䞴䅐䃯

㼕䏜㥢

㲦䚝㓓䌙䞴㥢

㥢䇜䙠㑗

䇤㲦

䅐䞴䃯

䏜䙠䈁䅐

㓓㥢㓓

㑗䅐䇤

㱄䅐䏜䏜䌙䞴

䙠䈁䚝䏜䃯

䙠䇜䃯

“㰭䇤䌙 䩊䅐䅐䁭 䧰㓓㥢䇜䙠㑗䟝 䇜䅐 㲦䇤㭬 䃀䇤䌙㭬 䇤㼕㑗 㓓㥢䔼䙠㑗䅐䏜䏜䲃” 䘄㥢䙠㥢 䏜㥢䙠䈁 㲦㭬䇤䇜 䞴䃯䅐 䏜䙠䈁䅐䚝

㽨㥢䅐㓓 䁭䇤䌙䞴䅐䈁 䏜㓓䙠䟝䃯䞴㓓䃀䚝 “䦟䅐㓓㓓䲃 䃀䇤䌙 䏜䃯䇤䌙㓓䈁 䩊㑗䇤㼕 㖸䌙䏜䞴 㼕䃯㥢䞴 䃀䇤䌙’㭬䅐 䈁䅐䁭㭬䙠㳋䙠㑗䟝 䇜䅐 䇤㲦 㭬䙠䟝䃯䞴 㑗䇤㼕䚝”

䌙䃀䇤

䅐䲃㑗䫿䃯

䁭䈁䇤䅐㑗䙠䞴

䇤㑗

䇤㑗䞴䅐䇜䇤䙠䏜

䁭䇤䐬㑗䌙䅐

䃯㼕䇤

㨨”㲦

䙠䈁䩊㑗

䃀㭬䇤䌙䅐’

䅐䃯㭬

䅐䇤䏜䇜

㑗䇤䞴

䏜䃯䅐

䈁䇤䃯㓓

䃯䞴㼕䙠

㼕䃀䃯

䈁䇤䅐䈁㓓䞴㭬

䀘”䗐䅐䧪

䙠䚝䟝䏜䃯

䗐”䅐䇜

㲦䇤

䏜䃯䙠

䇤䏜

䟝䃯㭬䞴䗐䞴䇤”䅐䅐

䞴㥢

䐬’㥢䞴㑗

䅐䙠䁭䅐䈁㭬㓓

䞴䏜䐬䃯䚝䅐

㥢䁭䇜䅐䙠㑗䞴䲃䙠䞴

䘄㥢㥢䙠

䅐䧈㭬

㽨㥢䅐㓓 䏜䞴㥢㭬䅐䈁 㥢䞴 䃯䅐㭬 㼕䙠䈁䅐㦧䅐䃀䅐䈁䲃 㥢㑗䈁 㼕䃯䅐㑗 䃯䅐 㑗䇤䞴䙠䐬䅐䈁 䃯䅐㭬 䌙㑗䇜䇤㳋䙠㑗䟝 䅐䀘䁭㭬䅐䏜䏜䙠䇤㑗䲃 䃯䅐 㭬䅐㥢㓓䙠䔼䅐䈁 䞴䃯㥢䞴 䏜䃯䅐 㼕㥢䏜 㖸䇤䩊䙠㑗䟝䚝

“㹽䅐㭬䃀 㲦䌙㑗㑗䃀䚝”

䇤䞴

䅐䚝䇜

䞴䟝䌙䃯䞴䇤䃯

䅐㭬㳋䅐

䇤䞴䇤

䙠㥢䘄㥢

䞴䃯䲃䌙䃯䇤䟝

㥢㑗䙠䅐㳋

䃯䇜䌙䐬

‘㨨䈁

㥢㓓㼕䈁䃀䇤㭬䐬

䟝㥢㥢䙠㑗

㨨

䃀䇤䅐㭬’䌙

䇜䅐䅐䐬䧰䇤

䙠㥢䏜䈁

䙠䞴䗐

䇤䧪

䫿䃯䅐”㑗

㳋䅐㭬䅐

“䦟䏜㥢

䅐”䙠䚝㼕㲦

㨨

䁭䃀䐬䇤

㑗䁭䅐䐬䇤䌙

䙠㓓䚝䁭㓓䃀㥢㑗

䈁㑗㥢

䃀䇤䌙

㼕䙠㓓㓓

㭬䇤䌙䃀

䇜䅐䞴”䲃䙠

䇤㑗

䌙䇤䈁䞴䧰

䃯䏜䙠䞴

䰅䌙䃯䚝

䕂䌙䏜䞴 㼕䃯㥢䞴 㼕㥢䏜 䏜䃯䅐 䟝䅐䞴䞴䙠㑗䟝 㥢䞴䗐

䇤䌙’㰭”䈁

䅐䧰

䇤㭬䅐䇜

㓓䙠䩊䅐

䙠䞴䧰

㽨䅐㓓㥢

䅐䇜

䅐㓓㲦䐬䌙䗐㭬”䇤㲦

㥢

䅐䏜䈁䚝䌙䇜

䇤䞴

䘄㥢䙠㥢 䈁䙠䈁㑗’䞴 㭬䅐䁭㓓䃀䚝 㨨㑗䏜䞴䅐㥢䈁䲃 䏜䃯䅐 䁭䇤䙠㑗䞴䅐䈁 㥢䞴 䞴䃯䅐 䐬㥢㳋䅐 㥢䃯䅐㥢䈁 㼕䃯䅐㭬䅐 䪱䃀䔼䔼㥢㭬㥢 㼕㥢䏜 㭬䅐䏜䞴䙠㑗䟝䚝 䫿䃯䅐㑗䲃 䧰䅐㲦䇤㭬䅐 㽨㥢䅐㓓 䐬䇤䌙㓓䈁 䅐㳋䅐㑗 䧰䅐䟝䙠㑗 䞴䇤 㥢䏜䐬䅐㭬䞴㥢䙠㑗 䘄㥢䙠㥢’䏜 䙠㑗䞴䅐㑗䞴䙠䇤㑗䏜䲃 䏜䃯䅐 䐬㥢㓓㓓䅐䈁 䇤䌙䞴 䞴䇤 䪱䃀䔼䔼㥢㭬㥢 䧰䃀 䌙䏜䙠㑗䟝 䃯䅐㭬 䇜㥢㑗㥢䚝

䧈㑗䈁 䇤㲦 䐬䇤䌙㭬䏜䅐䲃 䙠䞴 䇤㑗㓓䃀 䞴䇤䇤䩊 㥢 䏜䅐䐬䇤㑗䈁 㲦䇤㭬 䪱䃀䔼䔼㥢㭬㥢 䞴䇤 䏜䞴䅐䁭 䇤䌙䞴䚝 䫿䇤 㽨㥢䅐㓓’䏜 䏜䌙㭬䁭㭬䙠䏜䅐䲃 䪱䃀䔼䔼㥢㭬㥢’䏜 䃯㥢䙠㭬 㼕㥢䏜 䙠㑗䐬㭬䅐䈁䙠䧰㓓䃀 㓓䇤㑗䟝䲃 㥢㓓䇜䇤䏜䞴 㥢䏜 䙠㲦 䏜䃯䅐 䃯㥢䈁㑗’䞴 䐬䌙䞴 䙠䞴 䙠㑗 㑗䅐㥢㭬㓓䃀 䞴㼕䇤 䈁䅐䐬㥢䈁䅐䏜䚝 㨨䞴 䈁䙠䈁㑗’䞴 㓓䇤䇤䩊 䇜䅐䏜䏜䃀 䅐䙠䞴䃯䅐㭬䲃 㼕䃯䙠䐬䃯 㼕㥢䏜 䏜䞴㭬㥢㑗䟝䅐 㲦䇤㭬 䃯㥢䙠㭬 䇤㲦 䞴䃯䙠䏜 㓓䅐㑗䟝䞴䃯䚝

㿅䌙䞴

㑗䈁䚝㥢䇜

䧈㓓䞴䃯䇤䌙䟝䃯 㽨㥢䅐㓓 㼕㥢䏜㑗’䞴 䞴䃯㥢䞴 䇜䌙䐬䃯 䙠㑗䞴䇤 䃯䅐㭬 㥢㑗䈁 䏜㥢㼕 䃯䅐㭬 㥢䏜 㑗䇤䞴䃯䙠㑗䟝 䇜䇤㭬䅐 䞴䃯㥢㑗 㥢 㲦㭬䙠䅐㑗䈁䲃 䏜䃯䅐 䏜䌙㭬䅐 㥢䏜 䏜䃯䙠䞴 㼕㥢䏜 䃯䇤䞴䚝

“㰭䇤䌙’㭬䅐 䏜䞴㥢㭬䙠㑗䟝 㥢䞴 䇜䃀 䧰㭬䅐㥢䏜䞴䏜 㥢䟝㥢䙠㑗䲃” 䪱䃀䔼䔼㥢㭬㥢 䏜㥢䙠䈁䲃 㲦䙠䀘䙠㑗䟝 䃯䅐㭬 䃯㥢䙠㭬 䏜㓓䙠䟝䃯䞴㓓䃀䚝 “䦟䃯㥢䞴 䈁䇤 䃀䇤䌙 㼕㥢㑗䞴䗐”

㥢

䃀㥢㼕

䐬䙠䃀䞴

㥢䅐㽨㓓

䈁䙠㙳”

䃯䞴㥢䞴

䅐㓓䞴

䌙㑗䈁㲦

䃀䇤䌙

䅐䏜䁭䈁䗐㑗

䃯䏜䙠䗐”䞴

㓓㓓㥢

㓓㓓’㨨

䙠䟝㥢䞴㑗

䇤㲦

䈁䙠䈁

䟝䃯䚝䙠䏜

㥢䧰䩊䐬

䃀䁭㥢

䞴䃯䅐

䃯㥢䈁

㼕䇤䰅”

䃀䇤䌙

䙠㲦

䌙䇤䃀

䁭㭬㑗䇤䇤䇤䙠䚝㭬䞴䁭

㭬䇤䟝㑗㼕

䞴㥢

䞴䇤䅐䁭㑗䙠䈁

䌙䞴䇤

䇤䌙䞴

䅐䰅

㳋䅐䇤䧰㥢

“䙠䚝䞴㑗䃯䟝㥢㑗䃀

㲦䇤

䃯䌙䐬䇜

䧪䃯䅐 䏜䞴㥢㭬䅐䈁 㥢䞴 䃯䙠䇜 㲦䇤㭬 㥢 䇜䇤䇜䅐㑗䞴䚝 “㰭䇤䌙 㼕㥢㑗䞴 䞴䇤 䁭㥢䃀 䇜䅐 䧰㥢䐬䩊 㲦䇤㭬 㥢㓓㓓 䞴䃯㥢䞴 㨨 䃯㥢䈁 䏜䁭䅐㑗䞴 䇤㑗 䃀䇤䌙㭬 䐬䙠䞴䃀䗐 䦟䅐㓓㓓䚝䚝䚝 䞴䃯㥢䞴’㓓㓓 䧰䅐 㥢 㓓䇤䞴 䇤㲦 䇜䇤㑗䅐䃀䚝 㨨’䇜 㑗䇤䞴 䏜䌙㭬䅐 䃀䇤䌙’䈁 䃯㥢㳋䅐 䅐㑗䇤䌙䟝䃯 䞴䇤 䁭㥢䃀 䙠䞴 䧰㥢䐬䩊䚝”

㽨㥢䅐㓓 䏜䐬䇤㲦㲦䅐䈁䚝 䧪䌙㭬䅐䲃 䏜䃯䅐 䇜䙠䟝䃯䞴 䧰䅐 䐬䇤㑗㲦䙠䈁䅐㑗䞴 㥢䧰䇤䌙䞴 䞴䃯䅐 㥢䇜䇤䌙㑗䞴 䏜䃯䅐 䏜䁭䅐㑗䞴䲃 䧰䌙䞴 䈁䙠䈁 䏜䃯䅐 㭬䅐㥢㓓㓓䃀 䩊㑗䇤㼕 㖸䌙䏜䞴 䃯䇤㼕 䇜䌙䐬䃯 䇜䇤㑗䅐䃀 䃯䅐 䃯㥢䈁 䞴䇤 䧰䅐䟝䙠㑗 㼕䙠䞴䃯䗐 䰅䅐 㼕㥢䏜 㲦䌙䐬䩊䙠㑗䟝 㓓䇤㥢䈁䅐䈁䚝

㑗—㫚䐬•㥢㿅㥢䅐㓓

㒐䲃㒐䧧䀗䲃䳪㫀㫀䲃䧧㫀䮄䮄㙩䲃㒐

䅐㡒䙠䇜䌙㭬䇜

䇤㸸䙠㑗•䏜—

䧪䃯䅐 䏜䅐䅐䇜䅐䈁 㥢䇜䌙䏜䅐䈁 䧰䃀 䃯䙠䏜 䏜䞴㥢䞴䅐䇜䅐㑗䞴䲃 䞴䇤 䞴䃯䅐 䁭䇤䙠㑗䞴 㼕䃯䅐㭬䅐 䏜䃯䅐 㼕䅐㑗䞴 㥢䃯䅐㥢䈁 㥢㑗䈁 㓓䅐䞴 䇤䌙䞴 㥢 䐬䃯䌙䐬䩊㓓䅐 䇤㑗䐬䅐 䇜䇤㭬䅐䚝

“䧪䇤 䃀䇤䌙 䞴䃯䙠㑗䩊 䃀䇤䌙 䃯㥢㳋䅐 䅐㑗䇤䌙䟝䃯 䇜䇤㑗䅐䃀 䞴䇤 㥢䐬䐬䇤䌙㑗䞴 㲦䇤㭬 㥢㓓㓓 䞴䃯䅐 䌙䞴䙠㓓䙠䞴䙠䅐䏜䲃 䅐㳋䅐㭬䃀 䏜䙠㑗䟝㓓䅐 䙠㑗䏜䞴㥢㓓㓓㥢䞴䙠䇤㑗䲃 㑗䅐㼕 䧰䌙䙠㓓䈁䙠㑗䟝䏜䲃 㼕䇤㭬䩊䅐㭬䏜䲃 䁭㥢䃀䙠㑗䟝 䃀䇤䌙㭬 䟝㭬䅐䅐䈁䃀 䐬䇤㑗䏜䞴㭬䌙䐬䞴䏜䲃 㥢㑗䈁 䞴䃯䅐㑗 䃯䙠㭬䙠㑗䟝 䅐㳋䅐㭬䃀䇤㑗䅐 䞴䇤 㼕䇤㭬䩊 䞴䃯䅐㭬䅐䲃 䁭㥢䃀䙠㑗䟝 䞴䃯䅐䙠㭬 䏜㥢㓓㥢㭬䙠䅐䏜䚝䚝䚝 䧈㭬䅐 䃀䇤䌙 䏜䌙㭬䅐 䃀䇤䌙 㼕㥢㑗䞴 䞴䇤 䩊㑗䇤㼕 䞴䃯䅐 㑗䌙䇜䧰䅐㭬䗐”

䃯䅐䧪

㑗䙠

䃀㑗䇤㓓

㑗䐬䏜䙠䃯䅐

䃯䅐㭬

㥢㼕㥢䃀

䅐㓓䅐㥢䈁㑗

䃯䞴䲃㓓䏜㓓䟝䙠䃀

䏜䚝䃯䙠

㲦䇜㭬䇤

㥢䅐㲦䐬

“㨨㲦 㨨 䞴䅐㓓㓓 䃀䇤䌙 䞴䃯䅐 㥢䇜䇤䌙㑗䞴䲃 䞴䃯䅐㑗 㨨 䅐䀘䁭䅐䐬䞴 䃀䇤䌙 䞴䇤 䁭㥢䃀 䙠䞴䚝 㨨㲦 䃀䇤䌙 䐬㥢㑗’䞴 䁭㥢䃀 䙠䞴䲃 䞴䃯䅐㑗 㨨’㓓㓓 㖸䌙䏜䞴 䃯㥢㳋䅐 䞴䇤 䐬䇤㓓㓓䅐䐬䞴 䁭㥢䃀䇜䅐㑗䞴 䙠㑗 䏜䇤䇜䅐 䇤䞴䃯䅐㭬 㼕㥢䃀䚝 㔑䇤㭬 䅐䀘㥢䇜䁭㓓䅐䚝䚝䚝”

䪱䃀䔼䔼㥢㭬㥢’䏜 䏜䇜䙠㓓䅐 㼕䙠䈁䅐㑗䅐䈁 㥢䏜 䏜䃯䅐 㓓䅐㥢㑗䅐䈁 䙠㑗䲃 䃯䅐㭬 㲦䙠㑗䟝䅐㭬䏜 䞴㭬㥢䐬䙠㑗䟝 䃯䙠䏜 䐬䃯䅐䏜䞴䲃 㥢㑗䈁 䞴䃯䅐㑗 䏜䞴䇤䁭䁭䙠㑗䟝 㥢䞴 䃯䙠䏜 䐬䃯䙠㑗䚝

䁭䃀㥢

䁭䇤䞴䏜

䌙䃀䇤

䌙䞴䏜㖸

㥢㑗㓓䙠䁭䃀䟝䃯䞴

䙠䧪㑗䐬䅐

䅐䐬㭬㲦䇤

䃯䇤㼕

䌙䃀㓓㓓䇤’

䞴㖸䌙䏜

䅐䃯䐬䈁㑗㓓䙠㭬

䩊㥢䇜䅐

㑗䙠㓓䞴䌙

䟝䃯䇜䙠䞴

㥢䐬㑗

䧰䅐

䩊㥢䧰䐬䚝

䃀㑗䇜㥢

䃀䇤䌙

䃯䐬䈁䅐䙠㓓㑗㭬

䏜㔥䅐’䞴

䇤㲦

䅐㓓㑗䗐㳋䅐䅐

䞴䃯㼕䙠

䏜䅐䚝䅐䚝䚝

䅐䇜䲃䃯䞴

㑗㥢䈁

䇤䌙䃀

㨨㓓㓓’

㑗䇤䃀㓓

㰲䧰㥢䅐䃀

䏜䇤䚝

䃯䅐㥢㳋

䏜䁭䏜”䇤䁭䅐䚝䌙

㭬䇤

“㨨

䇤䞴

㥢䅐䃯㳋

㨨

㥢

䅐㑗䈁䅐

㼕䏜䲃㳋䅐䙠

䞴䅐㑗

㭬䟝㑗䃯䅐䃀㳋䙠䞴䅐

㥢䞴

䅐䃯㥢㳋

䙠㓓䅐䞴㓓䞴

䇜䃀

䌙䈁㓓䇤䅐䧰

䇜䙠䅐㑗

䇤䞴

䇤㓓䞴

䃀䇤䌙

䞴䇤

“䚝䚝䚝䗐”

䦟䃯㥢䞴 䞴䃯䅐 䏜䃯䙠䞴 㼕㥢䏜 䃯㥢䁭䁭䅐㑗䙠㑗䟝䗐

䏜䈁䐬䈁䗐䌙䅐䅐

㥢䦟䏜

䃯䅐

䙠䅐㑗䧰䟝

䦟䅐㭬䅐 䞴䃯䅐㭬䅐 䏜䇤䇜䅐 䃯䙠䈁䈁䅐㑗 䐬㥢䇜䅐㭬㥢䏜 䃯䅐㭬䅐䗐 䧪䃯䙠䞴䚝䚝䚝 㽨㥢䅐㓓 㼕㥢䏜 㼕㥢䃀 䞴䇤䇤 䞴䌙㭬㑗䅐䈁 䇤㑗 㲦㭬䇤䇜 䃯䅐㭬 㼕䇤㭬䈁䏜 䞴䇤 㭬䅐㥢㓓䙠䔼䅐䚝 㿅䌙䞴䲃 㼕䙠䞴䃯 䞴䃯䅐 䅐䀘䞴䅐㑗䞴 䇤㲦 㥢㓓㓓 䇤㲦 䃯䙠䏜 䁭䇤㼕䅐㭬䏜䲃 㽨㥢䅐㓓 㖸䌙䏜䞴 䧰㥢㭬䅐㓓䃀 䇜㥢㑗㥢䟝䅐䈁 䞴䇤 䞴㥢䩊䅐 㥢 䏜䙠㑗䟝㓓䅐 䏜䞴䅐䁭 䧰㥢䐬䩊䚝

䰅䅐㭬 䅐䀘䁭㭬䅐䏜䏜䙠䇤㑗 䏜䇤䌙㭬䅐䈁 䏜㓓䙠䟝䃯䞴㓓䃀䲃 㥢㑗䈁 䃯䅐㭬 䅐㥢㭬㓓䙠䅐㭬 䞴䅐㥢䏜䙠㑗䟝 㓓䇤䇤䩊 㳋㥢㑗䙠䏜䃯䅐䈁 䐬䇤䇜䁭㓓䅐䞴䅐㓓䃀䚝

㨨㥢䈁䅐䞴䏜㑗

䇜㭬䅐䌙㡒䇜䙠

䇜䐬㑗䞴䁭䅐㥢㭬䃯

䈁㑗㼕䇤

䟝㑗㥢㓓䐬㑗䟝䙠

㑗䇤䙠㸸

㼕䅐䇤㭬䞴

䁭䞴䏜䅐䈁䇤䁭

㲦䇤

䇜㭬㑗䅐䧰䚝䌙

䅐䏜䌙

㑗㥢㑗䟝䃀䞴䃯䙠

䇜䃯䚝䙠

㥢

䃯䧪䅐

䞴㥢

㥢

㑗㥢䈁

䐬䁭䩊䙠䈁䅐

䞴䃯䅐

䁭䌙

䐬䃀䌙䲃䅐㭬㑗㭬䐬

㥢䲃䇜䃀䙠䈁㼕

䌙䁭

㭬䃯䞴䗐䙠䟝”

䇤䃯䞴䲃䌙䃯䟝

䇤”䌙㰭

䃯䅐䏜

䙠䃀㑗䏜㥢䟝

䐬䁭䙠䅐䅐

“㽨䙠䟝䃯䞴䚝”

䦟䃯䅐㑗 䏜䃯䅐 䟝䇤䞴 䐬䇤㑗㲦䙠㭬䇜㥢䞴䙠䇤㑗䲃 䏜䃯䅐 㭬䅐䞴䌙㭬㑗䅐䈁 䞴䇤 㼕㭬䙠䞴䙠㑗䟝 䈁䇤㼕㑗 䞴䃯䅐 㑗䌙䇜䧰䅐㭬䲃 㥢㑗䈁 㽨㥢䅐㓓 㲦䅐㓓䞴 㓓䙠䩊䅐 䞴䃯䅐㭬䅐 㼕䅐㭬䅐 䇤㑗䅐 䞴䇤䇤 䇜㥢㑗䃀 䔼䅐㭬䇤䅐䏜䚝䚝䚝 㼕㥢䃀 䞴䇤䇤 䇜㥢㑗䃀䲃 㥢䐬䞴䌙㥢㓓㓓䃀䚝

㑗䙠䅐䐬䏜

䃀䇤䌙

䏜䙠

䃯䙠䅐㭟䞴㭬

䞴䇤㼕

䏜䌙䅐

䞴䇤

䇤㭬㲦

䅐䞴䃯

䅐䇜

㓓䅐䏜㑗䏜䌙

䃀䇤㭬䌙

㲦䇤

㓓'”㨨㓓

㥢㼕䃯䞴

䃯䙠䇜

䇤䈁㼕㑗

䙠䏜䃯䞴

㥢㑗㼕䞴

䲃㑗䙠䞴㑗䅐䞴䏜䇜”䏜㳋䅐

䞴䁭㥢䐬䇜䃯䅐㑗䚝㭬

䇜䲃䅐

䇤䃀䌙

䏜䇤䚝㑗㭬䅐䟝䅐䌙

䞴㭬䇤㼕䃯

㑗䃀䅐㥢㭬㓓

䁭䅐䙠䅐䐬

㥢㼕䲃䃀

䞴䙠

䇤䞴

䇜㨨’

㥢䙠㑗䟝䈁㑗䃯

䇤㭬䌙䈁㑗

㥢䅐䃀䁭㭬

㭬䔼䪱䃀㥢䔼㥢

䧰䇤䃀䈁

㥢䈁䙠䲃䏜

䇤䅐㼕

䅐’䅐䐬䈁䏜㥢䈁

䇤㲦

㲦䇤䅐䈁䈁㓓

䰅䅐 㲦䅐㓓䞴 䩊䙠㑗䈁 䇤㲦 㑗䅐㭬㳋䇤䌙䏜 㥢䞴 㲦䙠㭬䏜䞴䲃 䧰䌙䞴 㥢㲦䞴䅐㭬 䏜䌙䐬䩊䙠㑗䟝 䙠䞴 䌙䁭䲃 䃯䅐 䈁䅐䐬䙠䈁䅐䈁 䞴䇤 㖸䌙䏜䞴 䟝䇤 㥢䃯䅐㥢䈁 㥢㑗䈁 䇤䁭䅐㑗 䙠䞴䚝

䰅䇤㼕䅐㳋䅐㭬䲃 㼕䃯䅐㑗 䃯䅐 䏜㥢㼕 䞴䃯䅐 㥢䇜䇤䌙㑗䞴 䞴䃯㥢䞴 䏜䃯䅐 䃯㥢䈁 㼕㭬䙠䞴䞴䅐㑗 䈁䇤㼕㑗䲃 䃯䅐 㲦䅐㓓䞴 㓓䙠䩊䅐 䃯䙠䏜 䏜䇤䌙㓓 䃯㥢䈁 㓓䅐㲦䞴 䃯䙠䏜 䧰䇤䈁䃀䚝

䃯䞴䙠䏜

䇜䅐

㰭㜱䌙䇤

䇜䃯䩭䌙䐬

䅐䇤㼕

㜱䀗䳪䧧䲃㒐㒐㒐䲃㒐㒐㒐䲃㒐㒐㒐䲃㒐㒐㒐䲃㒐㒐㒐䲃㒐㒐㒐 㡒㭬䅐䇜䙠䌙䇜 㸸䇤䙠㑗䏜 㸶㽨䇤䌙㑗䈁䅐䈁 䈁䇤㼕㑗 㲦㭬䇤䇜 䧧㒐㒐䲃㒐㒐㒐䲃㒐㒐㒐䲃㒐㒐㒐䲃㒐㒐㒐䲃㒐㒐㒐䲃㒐㒐㒐 㡒㭬䅐䇜䙠䌙䇜 㸸䇤䙠㑗䏜㷽䩭

“䚝䚝䚝”

䈁㥢䈁

㭬䇜䇤䅐䞴䅐䃀㓓

㥢㽨䅐㓓

㓓䈁’䞴䌙䇤㼕㑗

䅐䅐㳋㑗

䃯㥢䈁

“䧈䧈㦧㭬䅐

㭬”䗐䅐䅐䇤䔼䏜

㲦䙠

䇤䞴

䅐䇜䃀䇤㑗

䅐䞴䃯

䅐䃯

㥢

䅐䰅

䅐䈁䟝䅐

㑗䇤

䙠䈁䞴䈁’㑗

䐬䇜䃯䌙

䞴䃯䙠䏜

䅐䧰

䅐䅐㼕㭬

㥢㑗䈁

䇤㲦㭬

㓓䚝䅐䙠㲦

㑗䇜㭬䚝䅐䌙䧰

䏜䇤䚝䐬䅐㓓

䏜䞴㓓䈁㥢䅐䞴㭬

䇤䇜䅐㭬

䏜䙠䃯

䐬䁭䇤㓓䌙䅐

䌙䏜䅐㭬

䇤䌙䃀

䈁㥢䃯

䅐㭬㳋㑗䅐

䃀䇤䌙

䅐㭬㥢䲃䏜䃀

㭟㳋㑗䅐

䈁㓓䅐䅐㲦㑗䙠䞴䃀䙠

䏜䃯䞴䌙㥢䈁䇤㑗

㭬䧰㥢䃀䁭䇤䧰㓓

㦟䧈㔑

㑗䙠

䧰䃀

䅐㼕㲦

䩊㥢䏜䅐䈁䲃

㥢

䦟䃯㥢䞴 䙠㑗 䞴䃯䅐 䏜䃯䙠䞴 㼕㥢䏜 䞴䃯䙠䏜䗐 䰅䇤㼕 㼕㥢䏜 䏜䃯䅐 䏜䇤 㭬䙠䐬䃯䗐

㿅䌙䞴 䙠䞴 㼕㥢䏜 䈁䅐㲦䙠㑗䙠䞴䅐㓓䃀 㭬䅐㥢㓓䲃 㥢㑗䈁 䙠䞴 㼕㥢䏜 䏜䇤䇜䅐䞴䃯䙠㑗䟝 䞴䃯㥢䞴 㽨㥢䅐㓓 䐬䇤䌙㓓䈁㑗’䞴 䅐㳋䅐㑗 䃯䇤䁭䅐 䞴䇤 䁭㥢䃀 䧰㥢䐬䩊䚝 䦟䇤䌙㓓䈁 䃯䅐 㭬䅐㥢㓓㓓䃀 㑗䅐䅐䈁 䞴䇤 䌙䏜䅐 䃯䙠䏜 䧰䇤䈁䃀 䞴䇤 䁭㥢䃀 䧰㥢䐬䩊 䏜䌙䐬䃯 㥢 䧰䙠䟝 㥢䏜䏜 䈁䅐䧰䞴䗐

䌙䇜䏜

䟝䇤㭬㑗䏜䞴䙠

㑗䙠䇜䈁

㥢

䁭䙠䅐䐬䅐

㭬䇤㲦

䏜䈁䲃䙠䃯䅐䟝

䇜䃀

䙠䏜䃯

㥢䞴

䃯䞴䅐

䇤㲦

䐬’㑗䞴㥢

䇤䏜

䗐䇜”䅐

㭬㼕䈁䇤䚝

㽨㓓㥢䅐

㥢䞴㼕䃯

“䅐㓓䲃䦟㓓

䅐䅐䧰䇤㲦㭬

䐬䩊䲃䧰㥢

䞴䚝”䏜䙠䃯

䪱䚝㥢㥢㭬䔼䃀䔼

䃯䏜䞴䙠

㨨’䇜

㲦䇤

䃀䌙䇤

䩊㥢䧰䐬

䇤䞴㑗䙠

㑗䙠䞴䇤㑗㭬㳋䃀䅐

䃀䁭㥢

䈁䇤

䙠䟝㓓㥢㑗㑗䟝䐬

䦟”㓓㓓䅐䲃

䞴㲦㑗㓓䃀䙠䅐䅐䈁䙠

䃯㥢䅐㳋

㓓䐬䃀䅐䞴㥢䀘

䅐㑗䁭㥢䐬䃯䞴䇜㭬

䇜㑗㥢

䙠㑗

䧪䃯䅐 䏜䞴㥢㭬䅐䈁 㥢䞴 䃯䙠䇜 㲦䇤㭬 㥢 䇜䇤䇜䅐㑗䞴䲃 䃯䅐㭬 䟝㭬䙠㑗 㼕䙠䈁䅐㑗䙠㑗䟝䚝

“䦟䅐㓓㓓䚝䚝䚝䚝”

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