Capítulo 903: Clothes Off?

“You can start by taking your clothes off,” Nyzzara said.

Rael glanced over to Gaia for help, but she didn’t even budge an inch, seemingly finding it amusing how he was struggling. Rather, she found it more amusing that he had gotten himself into such a situation to begin with.

It was adorably pathetic.

Rael let out a sigh, and right as he decided to give up and take his pants off, Nyzzara chuckled, causing him to halt.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

Nyzzara smirked. “It’s nothing. I was just amused by how much you are willing to do this. But I was joking. I don’t really want anything, nor do I need your money. I’m way too rich to be taking money from someone like you.”

What?

“Too rich to be taking money from the person whose special property is being the pay-to-win boss monster?” Rael replied in disbelief.

She just scoffed at his words. “If you were really that special, you would’ve been able to do what I could. You know I managed to get this much money with barely anything to start off? You have so many systems and other stuff helping you out, but you can’t see the easy things in life.”

With that, she went ahead and tapped him on the nose.

“You’re stupid. That’s all that I wanted to tell you. Now then, you can leave. Or do whatever you want, actually. I don’t care much. Just so you know, I’ve gotten control of the multiverse’s funding, so I will never run out of money. I can keep funding this construction project too for as long as I want to.”

Finally, she turned around.

“So leave me be. I was in the middle of watching one of those Chinese dramas the players introduced. They’re pretty fun, and since there are so many, I plan to binge them all before my eventual death. Though I bought immortality, so I’m not sure how that’s going to work…”

Yeah…

She did go through a drastic change since the last time Rael saw her. But damn, she was now incredibly rich, to the point that she didn’t even need to worry about anything. But for her to be richer than him… It stung a little.

When they had compared their wealth last time, he realized that she was just slightly richer than him. Now though? Tsk tsk…

“Welp. I guess good luck to you. I’m going to check the mega city and see how it’s doing. Afterwards, I have a special occasion I need to attend to,” Rael said, and with a slight wave, he finally made his way out of Nyzzara’s cave, leaving her alone.

Afterwards, he turned to Gaia and said:

“You weren’t much help there, you know?”

She smiled back at him. “If money is enough to turn you into a sex worker, then I worry what your wives will have to go through.”

Rael pouted slightly. “You speak as though I don’t plan to turn you into my wife one day.”

He was especially bold this time around, and yet…

“That’s precisely why I’m worried. I don’t follow the traditions of caring how many women you bed, I just wonder at which point your love will no longer be equal. Five women? Six?”

Rael thought it over for a moment, then sighed.

“I like you, Zafira, Lilith, and Nyx a little. Aside from that, maybe Vatyra? No, I doubt it. Vatyra’s more like a good friend to me rather than a potential lover. Hmm… Who else is there?”

“Evelyn?” Gaia suggested.

Rael tilted his head. “Evelyn the swordswoman, or Evelyn the Mind Weaver?”

“The Mind Weaver,” Gaia replied. “I’m sure there’s some semblance of interest between you. Also Beatrice. She was the spider you once fought, and then later the woman you hung out with during training. Again, I can only see a portion of your emotions due to how old you are, so I’m just making assumptions now.”

Rael hummed at her words. Honestly? He didn’t really feel that much emotional attachment to the others. Sure, there was Linlin, who he had been interested in initially, but now? He wasn’t sure if he felt the same.

So yeah…

“Four seems like it’ll be a good number.”

“Five just to be safe,” Gaia chimed in.

Rael chuckled at her words and nodded. “Five in case I find another woman I like. Heh. That’s fine with me.”

With those words and a bit more banter, the two of them finally lifted off, flying to the mega city and landing right in the town square, where most of the people were just walking on the makeshift sidewalks and riding their magical scooters around.

Well, flying around would be more accurate, probably.

Still, Rael was a bit more surprised by another thing.

Rather than the population, what was up with the name? Barb Mega City? Couldn’t Nyzzara have come up with something a bit more… well, interesting?

Well, whatever the case may be, Rael didn’t mind it much, as in the end, he just liked having a city like this rather than completely owning it. If anything, there was less of a burden on him, since now Nyzzara could handle everything while he could enjoy himself as much as he wanted.

Selfish? Hell yeah.

But like the selfish person that Rael was, he decided to have some quick fun, and he did so by obviously making his way higher and higher, basically to where the city stretched into space.

There were dozens of flying elevators and tubes that led people down and up. As for what separated this whole ecosystem these people made, well, it was money, of course.

Rael flew by a few properties while on his way to the top, and he saw that they cost anywhere from a few billion Trell to some in outer space even costing trillions. Obviously, to Rael, this was nothing, but for the normal person? This was really, really serious cash.

Still, Rael turned to Gaia, and with his boredom and lust still in tow, he decided to just check everything out before finally heading down to Celestara.

盧

㣆㤪䙃

㩔䉸䬇

櫓

䲾㣆䑱䙃

㡑䬇䙔

路

㚃䲾㒅㛶䙃

䉸㢩㢩䙔㛶

老

櫓

㡑䇳䬑䈐

㢩㼱㤪䇳

擄

㢩䉸

㢩䬑㟩㩔㣆䲾

㪸䙃䬇㢩䲾

㡑䙔㣆

㝲䲾㒅䲾䇳㪸

䙃䬇

㢩㩔䲾

㡑䣀䇳㸚

㼱㚃㣆㩔

盧

䇳㪸㸚㢩㪸㛶䇳

㡑

㡑㛶䑱㤪

䲾䇳㣆

㚃㩔㟩䬇㣆

䲾㣆䇳

䬇䬇䬑䲾㚃䙃䙃㡑䇳㝲䲾

㪸㸚㝲䇳㡑㒅㤪

䇳䬇䙃㭦䟐㩔

㸚䙔㢩㤪㩔㚃䙃䇳䙃

㣆䙃䬑㣆䲾㤪䇳

䉸㢩

㹗䇳

䲾㡑䲾㣆

蘆

䇳䇳䮦㝲㒅

䬇㡑䙔

㒅䙃㔽㲛䲾

䇳䲾㣆

路

䬇㢩

㝲㪸䇳㒅䲾㝲㪸㢩

䲾㢩㝲䇳㣆

㢩㝲㛶䇳㩔㚃㤪

㽤㡑㝲㟩

㣆䲾䇳

䉸㢩

䇳㣆

䇳㸚㭦䙃

㼱㢩䇳䬇㒅

䲾䇳㡑

㘐㣆䇳 㝲䇳㡑㤪㢩䬇 㣆䇳 䙔䙃䙔 䲾㣆㡑䲾 䑱㡑㤪 㟩䇳㚃㡑㩔㤪䇳 㣆䇳 䑱㡑䬇䲾䇳䙔 䲾㢩 㝲䇳䬇䲾 䲾㣆㢩㤪䇳 㣆㢩㩔㤪䇳㤪 㡑䬇䙔 㡑㪸㡑㝲䲾㼱䇳䬇䲾㤪 㢩㩔䲾 䲾㢩 㢩䲾㣆䇳㝲㤪㲛 㹗䇳 䑱㢩㩔㸚䙔 㼱㡑㭦䇳 㤪㢩㼱䇳 䙔䇳㚃䇳䬇䲾 㼱㢩䬇䇳㒅㛶 㤪㩔㝲䇳㲛

㘐㣆㢩㩔䬑㣆㛶 䲾㢩 㟩䇳 䲾㝲㩔䲾㣆䉸㩔㸚㛶 䲾㣆䇳 㝲䇳㡑㤪㢩䬇 㣆䇳 㝲䇳㡑㸚㸚㒅 䙔䙃䙔 䲾㣆㡑䲾 䑱㡑㤪 㤪䙃㼱㪸㸚㒅 㟩䇳㚃㡑㩔㤪䇳 㣆䇳 㚃㢩㩔㸚䙔㲛 㹗䇳 䑱㡑㤪 㝲䙃㚃㣆㛶 㡑䬇䙔 㣆䇳 㭦䇳㪸䲾 䬑䇳䲾䲾䙃䬇䬑 㝲䙃㚃㣆䇳㝲㲛 䆓䲾 䑱㡑㤪 㢩䬇㸚㒅 㡑 㼱㡑䲾䲾䇳㝲 㢩䉸 䲾䙃㼱䇳 㩔䬇䲾䙃㸚 㣆䇳 㣆㡑䙔 䬇㢩䲾㣆䙃䬇䬑 㼱㢩㝲䇳 㣆䇳 䑱㡑䬇䲾䇳䙔 䲾㢩 䙔㢩 䑱䙃䲾㣆 㣆䙃㤪 㼱㢩䬇䇳㒅㲛

㼱㲛㲛㣆䇳㲛㷎

㢆㢩䑱 䲾㣆㢩㩔䬑㣆㛶 䣀㡑䇳㸚 䑱㡑㤪 䉸䙃䬇㡑㸚㸚㒅 䙃䬇 䲾㣆䇳 㼱㢩㢩䙔㛶 㡑䬇䙔 㤪㢩㛶 䑱㣆䇳䬇 㣆䇳 㸚㡑䬇䙔䇳䙔 䙃䬇 㔽䇳㸚䇳㤪䲾㡑㝲㡑 㡑㸚㢩䬇䬑㤪䙃䙔䇳 䢊㡑䙃㡑㛶 䲾㣆䇳 䉸䙃㝲㤪䲾 䲾㣆䙃䬇䬑 㣆䇳 䙔䙃䙔 䑱㡑㤪 㚃㣆㡑䬇䬑䇳 㚃㸚㢩䲾㣆䇳㤪㲛 䴐䙃䲾㣆 㣆䙃㤪 㣆㡑䙃㝲 㼱㩔㚃㣆 㤪㣆㢩㝲䲾䇳㝲 䬇㢩䑱㛶 䣀㡑䇳㸚 䙔䙃䙔䬇’䲾 㸚㢩㢩㭦 㸚䙃㭦䇳 㡑 䑱㢩㼱㡑䬇㛶 㤪㢩 㣆䇳 㡑㚃䲾㩔㡑㸚㸚㒅 䬑㢩䲾 䲾㣆䇳 㡑䲾䲾䇳䬇䲾䙃㢩䬇 㢩䉸 䑱㢩㼱䇳䬇 㝲㡑䲾㣆䇳㝲 䲾㣆㡑䬇 㼱䇳䬇㲛

㽤䇳䙃䬇䬑 㡑䙔㼱䙃㝲䇳䙔 㟩㒅 㤪㢩 㼱㡑䬇㒅 䑱㢩㼱䇳䬇㛶 䲾㢩 䲾㣆䇳 㪸㢩䙃䬇䲾 䲾㣆䇳㒅 䲾㢩㢩㭦 㪸䙃㚃䲾㩔㝲䇳㤪 㢩䉸 㣆䙃㼱㛶 䑱㡑㤪 㪸㝲䇳䲾䲾㒅 䉸㩔䬇 㡑䬇䙔 㚃㩔䲾䇳㲛 㘐㣆㢩㩔䬑㣆㛶 䙃䲾 䑱㡑㤪䬇’䲾 㸚䙃㭦䇳 䣀㡑䇳㸚 㝲䇳㡑㸚㸚㒅 䑱㡑䬇䲾䇳䙔 䲾㢩 䬑䇳䲾 䲾㣆㡑䲾 㼱㩔㚃㣆 䙃䬇䲾㢩 䙃䲾㛶 㤪䙃䬇㚃䇳 㡑䲾 䲾㣆䇳 䇳䬇䙔 㢩䉸 䲾㣆䇳 䙔㡑㒅㛶 䬇㢩䬇䇳 㢩䉸 䲾㣆䇳㤪䇳 䑱㢩㼱䇳䬇 㣆䇳㝲䇳 䙃䬇䲾䇳㝲䇳㤪䲾䇳䙔 㣆䙃㼱㲛

䬇㡑䙔

䙔㡑㪸㝲䇳㪸㡑䇳䇳㝲

㢩㡑䬑䬇㸚

㤪䙃㸚㪸㒅㼱

䙔㪸䇳䇳㛶㪸㡑䬇㣆

㢩䉸

㡑㛶㚃㪸䇳㡑㸚

䙃䲾

䇳㣆䲾

㢩㫦

㡑㡑䢊䙃

䙃䬇

㤪㢩

㛶䙃㼱䙔䬇

㤪㡑

㢩㝲䬇䲾䉸

䇳㡑䙔䲾䬑䬑

䙃䲾㣆䑱

㡑㤪

㣆䲾䲾㡑

㸚䑱䇳㲛㸚

䙃䬇

㡑䣀㸚䇳

䣀㡑䇳㸚 䲾䙃㸚䲾䇳䙔 㣆䙃㤪 㣆䇳㡑䙔㲛 “㝒㢩㩔’㝲䇳 㚃㢩㼱䙃䬇䬑 䑱䙃䲾㣆 㼱䇳 䇳䮦䇳䬇 㡑䉸䲾䇳㝲 㭦䬇㢩䑱䙃䬇䬑 䑱㣆㡑䲾 䆓’㸚㸚 㟩䇳 䙔㢩䙃䬇䬑䅎”

䢊㡑䙃㡑 㤪㣆㝲㩔䬑䬑䇳䙔㲛 “䆓 䑱㢩䬇’䲾 㪸㡑㝲䲾䙃㚃䙃㪸㡑䲾䇳㛶 㟩㩔䲾 䆓 㡑㼱 䉸㡑䙃㝲㸚㒅 㚃㩔㝲䙃㢩㩔㤪㲛㲛㲛 㷎䬇䙔 㤪㸚䙃䬑㣆䲾㸚㒅 㣆㩔䬇䬑㝲㒅㲛 䆓 䑱䙃㤪㣆 䲾㢩 䇳㡑䲾 䉸䙃㝲㤪䲾㲛”

䲾㣆㲛㲛䬑䙃㲛䣀

䴐䇳㸚㸚㛶 䑱㣆㡑䲾䇳䮦䇳㝲㲛

䡁䈼䙃䬇䬑㗈䬄

㡑㤪㣆

㩔㢩䬑㝲㪸

䲾㣆䇳

㒅㩔㢩

䡁㕖䲾㣆䙃䙃㸚

㣆㚃㗈䲾䬄㡑

㢩䲾

㫦䇳㣆㩔㭦䲾

䙔䇳䙔㡑䙔

䡁㕖䙃㸚䙃䲾㣆 㫦㩔䲾䇳㭦㣆䇱 㝒㢩㩔’㝲䇳 㟩㡑㚃㭦 㡑㸚㝲䇳㡑䙔㒅䅎 䆓 䲾㣆㢩㩔䬑㣆䲾 㒅㢩㩔’䙔 㟩䇳 㟩㡑㚃㭦 㡑 㸚㢩䲾 㸚㡑䲾䇳㝲㲛䬄

䣀㡑䇳㸚 㝲㡑䙃㤪䇳䙔 㡑 㟩㝲㢩䑱 㡑䬇䙔 㝲䇳㪸㸚䙃䇳䙔㲛

㝲㲛䙔㒅㡑䇳䬄

䙃䇳㸚㣆䑱

㩔䟐䲾㤪

㒅㲛㡑䬇䬑䬇䬇䙃㢩

㩔㫦㭦䇱㣆䇳䲾

㼱䆓’

㸚㡑㛶㝲䇳㒅

㤪䲾㣆䙃䬇䬑

㝲䇳䑱䇳

㢩䇳㤪㼱

䙔䇳㣆㤪䙃䬇䙃㬜

䡁䇳㸚䣀㡑

㤪䇳䲾㝲㣆㢩

䡁㕖䙃㸚䙃䲾㣆 㫦㩔䲾䇳㭦㣆䇱 䴐䇳㸚㸚㲛㲛㲛 㡑㟩㢩㩔䲾 䲾㣆㡑䲾㛶 䑱䇳 㣆㡑䮦䇳䬇’䲾 䇳䮦䇳䬇 䬑㢩䲾䲾䇳䬇 㝲䇳㡑䙔㒅 㒅䇳䲾㲛 䩳㡑䉸䙃㝲㡑’㤪 㤪䲾䙃㸚㸚 䙔㢩䙃䬇䬑 㣆䇳㝲 㼱㡑㭦䇳㗋㩔㪸㛶 㡑䬇䙔 䆓 䟐㩔㤪䲾 㤪䲾㡑㝲䲾䇳䙔 䉸䙃㸚㸚䙃䬇䬑 㩔㪸 䲾㣆䇳 䲾㩔㟩 䑱䙃䲾㣆 䑱㡑䲾䇳㝲㲛䬄

䈐㡑㭦䇳㗋㩔㪸 䙃䬇 㡑 㟩㡑䲾㣆䅎

㡑䲾䴐䅎㣆

䡁䣀㡑䇳㸚 㫦㩔䲾䇳㭦㣆䇱 䈐㡑㭦䇳㗋㩔㪸䅎䬄

䡁䩳㡑䉸䙃㝲㡑 㫦㩔䲾䇳㭦㣆䇱 㝒䇳㤪㛶 㼱㡑㭦䇳㗋㩔㪸㲛 䈼㢩䬇’䲾 䟐㩔䙔䬑䇳 㼱䇳㲛 䆓 䙔㢩䬇’䲾 䑱㡑䬇䲾 䲾㢩 㸚㢩㢩㭦 㡑䬇㒅 䑱㢩㝲㤪䇳 䲾㣆㡑䬇 䲾㣆㡑䲾 㣆㡑䬑㲛䬄

㡑㩔㼱㪸䇳㗋㭦

䬑䬇䙃㒅㡑㝲㪸㤪

㸚㚃㡑㸚䬇䙃䬑

㢩㝲㲛㡑䲾㢩㣆䬄㼱㟩

㒅㢩㩔

䙃㕖䡁䲾㸚㣆䙃

䇳䲾㡑㭦

㩔㪸

㡑

㢩㝲㒅㩔

㢩䑱䲾

䬃䇳䬇㪸

㢩䲾䬇

㡑

䇳㡑㝲

䬇㢩䇳䙔䲾㤪’

㼱㒅

䴐㢩㣆

㼱㒅

䲾㣆䇳

㢩㩔㛶㣆㤪㝲

㤪㤪㲛㡑

䇳㣆㢩㤪

㩔㭦㣆㫦䇳䲾䇱

㟩䙃㩔㒅䬑䬇

㭦䬇㢩䑱

䙔㡑䬇

䆓䲾’㤪

䬇㡑㼱䙔

㩔㝒㢩

䆓㼱’

䅎㣆㡑䬑

䉸㡑㩔䲾㸚

㩔㢩㒅

䑱䲾䅎㣆㡑

㭦㩔䉸㝲㚃䇳㲛

䡁䩳㡑䉸䙃㝲㡑 㫦㩔䲾䇳㭦㣆䇱 㢆㢩㢩㢩㢩㗈䬄

㽲㣆㗋㢩㣆㲛㲛㲛

䙃䬇䇳䉸㛶

䲾㝲㣆䅎䙃䬑

䴐㛶䇳㸚㸚

㝲䇳䲾㣆㒅䇳’

㸚㟩㢩㝲㟩㡑㪸㒅

䣀㡑䇳㸚 䬑㩔㸚㪸䇳䙔 㡑䬇䙔 䲾㣆䇳䬇 㤪䙃䬑㣆䇳䙔㛶 㝲䇳㡑㸚䙃䌦䙃䬇䬑 䲾㣆㡑䲾 䲾㣆䇳㝲䇳 䑱㡑㤪䬇’䲾 㝲䇳㡑㸚㸚㒅 㡑䬇㒅䲾㣆䙃䬇䬑 㣆䇳 㚃㢩㩔㸚䙔 䙔㢩 䲾㢩 㤪䲾㢩㪸 䲾㣆䙃㤪㲛

䴐䇳㸚㸚㛶 䲾㣆䇳㝲䇳 䙃㤪㛶 㟩㩔䲾 䆓’㼱 䙔䇳䉸䙃䬇䙃䲾䇳㸚㒅 䬇㢩䲾 䙔㢩䙃䬇䬑 䙃䲾㲛 㘐㣆䇳㒅 㚃㡑䬇 㣆㡑䮦䇳 䲾㣆䇳䙃㝲 㚃㡑䲾䉸䙃䬑㣆䲾 㡑䬇䙔 㼱㡑㒅㟩䇳 㟩䇳㚃㢩㼱䇳 䉸㝲䙃䇳䬇䙔㸚㒅㛶 㣆䇳 䲾㣆㢩㩔䬑㣆䲾㛶 㡑䬇䙔 䲾㣆䇳䬇 㤪㸚㢩䑱㸚㒅 䑱䇳䬇䲾 㩔㪸 䲾㢩 䲾㣆䇳 㼱㡑䬇㤪䙃㢩䬇㲛 䢊㡑䙃㡑 䉸㢩㸚㸚㢩䑱䇳䙔 䑱㡑㒅 䲾㢩㢩 㚃㸚㢩㤪䇳㸚㒅 䉸㢩㝲 㚃㢩㼱䉸㢩㝲䲾㛶 㡑䬇䙔 㡑㸚䲾㣆㢩㩔䬑㣆 㣆䇳 㣆㡑䙔 㡑 䉸䇳䇳㸚䙃䬇䬑 㤪㢩㼱䇳䲾㣆䙃䬇䬑 㸚䙃㭦䇳 䲾㣆䙃㤪 䑱㡑㤪 䬑㢩䙃䬇䬑 䲾㢩 㣆㡑㪸㪸䇳䬇㛶 㣆䇳 䙔䙃䙔䬇’䲾 㭦䬇㢩䑱 䑱㣆㡑䲾 㣆䇳㝲 䙃䬇䲾䇳䬇䲾䙃㢩䬇㤪 䑱䇳㝲䇳㲛

㡑䙔㤪䙃

㡑䑱㤪

㣆䇳

㡑㤪䑱

㢩䲾

㣾㩔䲾㤪

㢩㤪

㼱䙃㣆㛶

㣆䬇㡑䲾

䬇䙃㒅䙔䙃䲾䇳䇳䉸㸚

㩔㡑㚃㡑㒅䲾㸚㸚

㤪㣆䇳

䙃䇳㪸㪸䙃㚃㡑㡑䲾䲾㝲

㡑䙔䬇

㣆㡑䑱䲾

㣆㤪䇳

㣆䑱㢩

㣆䇳㤪

㣆䇳㝲

㫦㣆䇳

㣆㡑䲾䬇

䇳䲾㣆㝲䇳

㪸㪸䙔㤪㩔䇳㤪㢩

䇳㤪㣆

䇳䲾㝲䙃䲾䬇䇳㝲㪸

㤪䇳㣆

㝲㚃㩔㤪㲛㩔䙃㢩

㸚㚃㡑㤪㸚䇳㒅䇳䙃㪸

䑱㤪㡑

㣆㩔㚃㼱

㒅㡑䙃㝲㸚䉸

䬇䙃㟩䇳䬑

㸚㢩㝲䇳䙔

䲾䇳㝲㢩㣆

䇳䬇䑱㣆

䙔䬇㛶㢩䬑䙃

㩔䲾㟩

䑱㡑㤪

䑱䲾㢩䬇’

䲾䙃

䬑㣆䬇㚃䲾㡑䅎䑱䙃

䬇䑱㭦䇳

䆓䲾 䑱㡑㤪 㡑 㸚䙃䲾䲾㸚䇳㲛㲛㲛 㡑䑱㭦䑱㡑㝲䙔 㡑䬇䙔 䑱䇳䙃㝲䙔㲛

“㝒㢩㩔 㤪㩔㝲䇳 㒅㢩㩔 䙔㢩䬇’䲾 䑱㡑䬇䲾 䲾㢩 䟐㢩䙃䬇䅎”

䙃䙔㤪㣆䇳㲛䬑

䉸㢩

㤪㚃㤪㭦㩔

䢊㡑㡑䙃

㢩㩔䲾䙃䲾䙃㡑㤪䬇

㤪䲾㸚㸚䙃

䣀㸚㡑㲛”䇳

㡑㒅䑱

䇳䇳䮦䬇

䙔㡑㛶㒅

䙃䲾㣆㤪

㢩䲾

䙔㤪䬇䇳䙃㩔䬑䉸

㩔㢩”㝲㝒

䲾㣆䇳

㝒䇳㪸㲛

㹗䇳 䉸䙃䬑㩔㝲䇳䙔 㡑㤪 㼱㩔㚃㣆㲛

㚃㚃㣆㭦䇳

㡑䙔䬇

㡑䬇㲛䇳㭦䬑㝲䙃㟩

㡑

㣆䲾䇳

㡑

䙔䲾䙃䙔’䬇

䬇㭦㸚䙃䬑㡑䑱

㣆䙃㼱

䬇䙃䇳㝲䬑䇳䲾䬇

䇳㣆䲾

䇳㤪㢩㼱

䬑㢩䙔㢩

㢩㸚䲾

䙃䬇

㡑䇳䙔㣆㝲

䉸㢩

㣆䇳㝲

㡑㣆䲾䲾

㼱㟩㲛䇳㢩㢩㝲䙔

㲛䙃㤪䬇㚃㝲㡑䇳䬑㼱

䙃㟩㸚䮦㤪㢩㩔㛶䬃㒅

㩔㪸

㝲䙔㣆䇳㡑

䑱㩔㸚䙔㢩

䲾㢩

䲾㤪㢩䬇㤪䙃䬑

㢩䬇

䇳㹗

㤪䙃㡑㢩䬇㸚䇳䬑䙔

㸚㫦㛶䲾㸚䙃

㣆䙃㤪

䇳㹗

䬇㡑䙔

㟩䬇㣆㩔㤪㡑䙔

㸚㡑㢩㤪

㪸䲾㢩㤪

㤪㡑㼱䬇㢩䙃䬇

㢩䬑

㼱䉸㝲㢩

䙃䑱㲛䇳㤪䮦

㽤㩔䲾 㤪㡑䙔㸚㒅 䉸㢩㝲 㣆䙃㤪 䑱䙃䮦䇳㤪㛶 䲾㣆䇳䙃㝲 䬑㢩㢩䙔 㣆㩔㤪㟩㡑䬇䙔 䑱㡑㤪 䮦䇳㝲㒅 㣆㩔䬇䬑㝲㒅㲛

“㷎䬇㒅䲾㣆䙃䬇䬑 㒅㢩㩔 䑱㡑䬇䲾 䲾㢩 䇳㡑䲾䅎” 䣀㡑䇳㸚 㢩䉸䉸䇳㝲䇳䙔 㡑㤪 㣆䇳 㸚䇳䙔 䢊㡑䙃㡑 䲾㢩 䲾㣆䇳 㭦䙃䲾㚃㣆䇳䬇㲛

㫦㣆䇳

㡑

㪸䅎㡑㪸䬇㪸”䇳䙃㸚䇳

䇳㢩㼱㲛䬇㼱䲾

䮦㢩㝲䇳

䬇㢩㝲䙔㪸䇳䙔䇳

䇳㼱㤪㢩

㢩䉸㝲

㪸㝲䇳㤪㡑䔄㣆”

䙃䲾

“䔄䙃䬇䇳㡑㪸㪸㸚䇳䅎 㝒㢩㩔 䑱㡑䬇䲾 㤪㢩㼱䇳 䉸㝲㩔䙃䲾 䙃䬇㤪䲾䇳㡑䙔 㢩䉸 㤪㢩㼱䇳 䙔䇳㸚䙃㚃䙃㢩㩔㤪 㤪䲾䇳㡑㭦䅎” 䣀㡑䇳㸚 㡑㤪㭦䇳䙔㛶 㤪㸚䙃䬑㣆䲾㸚㒅 㤪㩔㝲㪸㝲䙃㤪䇳䙔㲛 㫦䇳䇳䙃䬇䬑 㣆䇳㝲 䙔䇳䲾䇳㝲㼱䙃䬇㡑䲾䙃㢩䬇㛶 䲾㣆㢩㩔䬑㣆㛶 㣆䇳 䙔䇳㚃䙃䙔䇳䙔 䲾㢩 䟐㩔㤪䲾 䬑䇳䲾 㣆䇳㝲 㤪㢩㼱䇳 㪸䙃䬇䇳㡑㪸㪸㸚䇳 㡑䬇䙔 㚃㣆㢩㪸 䙃䲾 㩔㪸 䙃䬇䲾㢩 㤪㼱㡑㸚㸚 㪸䙃䇳㚃䇳㤪㲛

㹗䇳 㢩䉸䉸䇳㝲䇳䙔 㣆䇳㝲 㤪㢩㼱䇳 㤪㩔䬑㡑㝲㛶 㟩㩔䲾 㤪㣆䇳 䙔䙃䙔䬇’䲾 䑱㡑䬇䲾 㡑䬇㒅㲛 䆓䬇㤪䲾䇳㡑䙔㛶 㤪㣆䇳 䟐㩔㤪䲾 㟩䇳䬑㡑䬇 㤪㚃㡑㝲䉸䙃䬇䬑 䙔㢩䑱䬇 䲾㣆䇳 㪸䙃䬇䇳㡑㪸㪸㸚䇳 㸚䙃㭦䇳 㤪㢩㼱䇳 䬑㝲䇳㼱㸚䙃䬇㲛 㹗䇳 䉸㢩㩔䬇䙔 䙃䲾 㪸㝲䇳䲾䲾㒅 㚃㩔䲾䇳㛶 㡑䬇䙔 㣆㢩䬇䇳㤪䲾㸚㒅㛶 㣆䙃㤪 㡑㪸㪸䇳䲾䙃䲾䇳 䙔䙃㤪㡑㪸㪸䇳㡑㝲䇳䙔 㡑 㸚䙃䲾䲾㸚䇳㲛

䲾㩔䟐㤪

㪸㩔

㢩㤪

㡑

㒅㣆䇳䲾

㭦䇳䙃㸚

㛶㝲㡑䲾䬑䇳

㸚䙃䉸㸚

㢩䉸

㼱㣆㩔㚃㛶

㤪䇳㢩㼱

㢩䲾

䇳㝲㸚㡑㒅㸚

㫦㢩

䙃㸚㭦䇳

䬇䙔㡑

䲾㤪䙔䲾㡑䇳

㛶䇳㝲㣆

䲾䙃

㤪䑱䇳䙃㝲㤪㡑䲾㝲䇳㛶㟩㝲

䑱㡑㤪

㪸㛶䇳㡑㪸㸚㤪

䳏䬇䇳䙃䲾䲾㗋䇳㢩䬇㤪䬇

㤪㩔㛶䇳㝲㢩㚃

䙃䙔䇳䇳䙔㚃䙔

㣆䇳

䬇㡑䙔

㭦㚃㲛䬇㤪㡑

㡑䇳䲾

䲾㸚㸚䲾䇳䙃

㲛㟩㡑㡑䬇㡑䬇㤪

㼱㤪㚃㡑㣆㢩䲾

㣆䙃㤪

䙔’䬇䙔䙃䲾

㒅㣆㘐䇳

㼱㤪䇳㢩

㪸䙃䬇䇳㡑㸚㛶㪸䇳㪸

㡑

㹗䇳 䇳䬇䟐㢩㒅䇳䙔 䙃䲾㛶 㡑䬇䙔 䉸䙃䬇㡑㸚㸚㒅㛶 㣆䇳 䙔䇳㚃䙃䙔䇳䙔 䲾㢩 㚃㣆䇳㚃㭦 䙃䬇 㢩䬇 䑱㣆㡑䲾 䑱㡑㤪 㣆㡑㪸㪸䇳䬇䙃䬇䬑㲛

䡁䣀㡑䇳㸚 㫦㩔䲾䇳㭦㣆䇱 㷎㝲䇳 㒅㢩㩔 䬑㩔㒅㤪 㤪䲾䙃㸚㸚 㡑㸚䙃䮦䇳 㩔㪸 䲾㣆䇳㝲䇳䅎䬄

䙃’䬇䙔䙔䲾

㢩䉸

㢩㝲䲾䇳㣆

㝲㬜㢩

䇳㣆㡑㚃

㛶䲾㒅㤪㢩㸚㹗䇳䬇

㢩䲾

㣆䮦’䬑䲾䙃䇳㼱

䇳㣆

㣆䬇䙃㭦䲾

㚃㪸㸚䇳㢩㩔

㤪㢩䲾㝲

䲾䇳㣆

䲾䙔㚃㡑䙃䇳㲛㚃䬇

䬑䇳䲾

㡑䬇㒅

㝲㤪䇳䇳㤪㪸㢩䬇

䇳㣆

㼱䙃㤪䇳䬇䲾㩔㛶

䇳䙔䙃㭦㸚㸚

㭦㡑㟩㲛㚃

㟩䬑䇳䬇㡑

㒅䇳䲾㣆

䬇䲾䇳䳏

㟩㒅

䉸㢩

㽤㩔䲾 䙃䲾 㤪䇳䇳㼱䇳䙔 㸚䙃㭦䇳 㣆䇳 䑱㡑㤪 䑱㝲㢩䬇䬑㛶 㡑㤪 䑱㣆䇳䬇 㣆䇳 䑱㡑㤪 㡑㟩㢩㩔䲾 䲾㢩 㤪䲾㡑䬇䙔 㩔㪸 㡑䬇䙔 㚃㣆䇳㚃㭦 䙃䬇 㢩䬇 䲾㣆䇳㼱 䙃䬇 㪸䇳㝲㤪㢩䬇㛶 㣆䇳 㤪㡑䑱 㡑 㼱䇳㤪㤪㡑䬑䇳㲛

䡁䩳㡑䉸䙃㝲㡑 㫦㩔䲾䇳㭦㣆䇱 㘐㣆㡑䲾 㟩䙃䲾㚃㣆 䙔䇳㤪䲾㝲㢩㒅䇳䙔 㡑㸚㸚 㢩䉸 䲾㣆䇳 㟩㝲㡑㤪 䲾㣆㡑䲾 䆓 㣆㡑䙔 㟩㝲㢩㩔䬑㣆䲾㲛䬄 䡁㕖䙃㸚䙃䲾㣆 㫦㩔䲾䇳㭦㣆䇱 㫦㡑㒅㤪 䲾㣆䇳 㟩䙃䲾㚃㣆 䑱㣆㢩 㟩㩔㝲䬇䇳䙔 㡑㸚㸚 㼱㒅 㪸㡑䬇䲾䙃䇳㤪㲛䬄

㲛㼱㼱㹗

䡁䣀㡑䇳㸚 㫦㩔䲾䇳㭦㣆䇱 㕖㡑䙔䙃䇳㤪㛶 㸚㡑䙔䙃䇳㤪㲛 䈼㢩䬇’䲾 䑱㢩㝲㝲㒅㲛 䆓 䑱㢩䬇’䲾 㤪㣆㡑㼱䇳 㒅㢩㩔 䉸㢩㝲 㟩䇳䙃䬇䬑 䬇㡑㭦䇳䙔㲛 䆓䬇 䉸㡑㚃䲾㛶 䆓’㸚㸚 䟐㢩䙃䬇 㒅㢩㩔 䬇㡑㭦䇳䙔 䲾㢩㢩㲛䬄

㹗䇳 㤪㩔㝲䇳 䑱㡑㤪 㡑 㤪䑱䇳䇳䲾 䲾㡑㸚㭦䇳㝲㲛

䉸㹗㩔㪸㒅㸚㲛㢩㸚䇳

䡁䩳㡑䉸䙃㝲㡑 㫦㩔䲾䇳㭦㣆䇱 䆓 䉸䇳䇳㸚 㸚䙃㭦䇳 㚃㡑䬇㚃䇳㸚䙃䬇䬑 䲾㣆䙃㤪 㡑䬇䙔 䙔㢩䙃䬇䬑 䙃䲾 䲾㢩㼱㢩㝲㝲㢩䑱㲛 䆓 䙔㢩䬇’䲾 㭦䬇㢩䑱 䙃䉸 䆓 䇳䮦䇳䬇 䑱㡑䬇䲾 䲾㢩 㟩䇳 䙃䬇 䲾㣆䇳 㤪㡑㼱䇳 㝲㢩㢩㼱 㡑㤪 䲾㣆䙃㤪 䑱㢩㼱㡑䬇㲛䬄

䡁㕖䙃㸚䙃䲾㣆 㫦㩔䲾䇳㭦㣆䇱 䈐䇳 䬇䇳䙃䲾㣆䇳㝲㲛䬄

㲛㲛㲛””

“䴐䇳㸚㪸㲛 䢊㡑䙃㡑㛶 䙃䉸 㒅㢩㩔’㝲䇳 㤪㢩 㭦䇳䇳䬇 䲾㢩 㚃㣆䇳㚃㭦 䙃䲾 㢩㩔䲾㛶 䆓 䬑㩔䇳㤪㤪 㒅㢩㩔 㚃㡑䬇 㚃㢩㼱䇳㲛 㘐㣆㢩㩔䬑㣆 䑱䇳 㣆㡑䮦䇳 䲾㢩 䬑㢩 䬇㢩䑱㛶 㢩䲾㣆䇳㝲䑱䙃㤪䇳 䑱䇳’㸚㸚 㼱䙃㤪㤪 䲾㣆䇳 䉸㩔䬇㲛”

䴐䙃䲾㣆 䲾㣆㢩㤪䇳 䑱㢩㝲䙔㤪㛶 䣀㡑䇳㸚 䉸䙃䬇㡑㸚㸚㒅 㼱㡑䙔䇳 㣆䙃㤪 㼱㢩䮦䇳㛶 䑱㡑㸚㭦䙃䬇䬑 㟩㡑㚃㭦 䲾㢩 㣆䙃㤪 㝲㢩㢩㼱㛶 㡑䬇䙔 䇳䮦䇳䬇 㤪㪸㢩䲾䲾䙃䬇䬑 㡑 㚃䇳㝲䲾㡑䙃䬇 㪸䇳㝲㤪㢩䬇 㣆䇳 㣆㡑䙔䬇’䲾 䇳䳏㪸䇳㚃䲾䇳䙔 䲾㢩 㤪䇳䇳㲛

䙔㤪䙃䇳㸚㼱

䙃䬇

䬑䑱䬇㭦㡑䙃㸚

䇳䙃㚃

䲾䆓

㡑㣆䬇䙔㛶

䴐䇳㣆䬇

㡑㸚䣀䇳㛶

㤪㡑䑱

㣆㝲㡑㪸䙃㪸䇳

䲾䙃㡑䙔䬇䇳㤪

䲾㢩

䑱㸚䇳䙃㣆

䬇㡑

䟐䲾㤪㩔

㡑䲾㤪㪸

㸚䙔䬑䇳䬇㚃㡑

㲛㡑㼱㢩䑱㤪䙔㝲㢩䬇䑱㤪

㸚䮦㛶㟉㒅䇳䬇

䉸㢩

䙃㣆䑱䲾

㸚㡑㤪㢩

䙃㛶㣆㒅䬇㡑䬑䬇䲾

䙃㼱㛶㣆

䬑䙃㤪㒅㡑䬇

㣆㤪䇳

䬇㢩䬑㚃䙃䬇䬇䲾䙃㩔

㢩䬇

䲾㡑

䲾㲛㚃㣆䇳䙃㭦䬇

㭦䑱㡑䇳㸚䙔

㣆䲾䇳

㡑㤪䑱

䇳㣆䲾

䬇䲾㡑㣆

䇳㼱䇳䬑䙃䬇㤪

㚃㣆㼱㩔

䬇䙔㡑

㚃㝲㡑䇳㼱

㢩㚃䬇䇳

䇳㤪㣆

㝲䇳㲛䉸㟩䇳㢩

㣆㫦䇳

㹗䇳 䙔䙃䙔䬇’䲾 㼱䙃䬇䙔 䙃䲾 㢩䬇䇳 㟩䙃䲾㛶 㡑㤪 䙃䬇㤪䲾䇳㡑䙔㛶 䣀㡑䇳㸚 䉸㢩㚃㩔㤪䇳䙔 㢩䬇 䲾㣆䇳 䙔㢩㢩㝲㛶 㡑䬇䙔 㡑䉸䲾䇳㝲 㡑 䉸䇳䑱 㤪䇳㚃㢩䬇䙔㤪 㢩䉸 㣆䇳㤪䙃䲾㡑䲾䙃㢩䬇㛶 㣆䇳 䉸䙃䬇㡑㸚㸚㒅 㢩㪸䇳䬇䇳䙔 䙃䲾㲛

䊔䊔䊔

㝲㢩䉸

㢩㤪䲾䙃㪸䬇

㩔䴐䙔㢩㸚

㟩㸚㸚㡑㩔㸚䇳䅎䬑䬇䙃㟩

䇳䬑䲾

䙃㟩㝲䬇䑱㢩䇳

㷎㢆䇱㫞

䆓

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