Capítulo 911: Going Back Home

A few minutes passed, and by now, Rael was back on the snowy continent, standing in front of the portal that would lead them back to the regular Earth.

But before stepping through, Rael glanced over at Melissa, who finally woke up. She didn’t seem to realize what was happening at first, but once all the memories flooded back into her mind, she became aware of what happened before she passed out.

And of course, like the idiot that she was, she immediately tried to kick off the ground and go back to the place she saw, only to be yanked back by her collar straight through the portal by none other than Rael.

He had grown a little bit tired of her being such an idiot, and he was a little confused about where this sense of adventure came from. Was it because she was stuck in a coma for so long?

Eh…

I have no idea.

Either way, now there was only Altros left, and so Rael gestured for him to go through as well. However, he didn’t. At least not yet.

“Hey, do you think I could become as strong as you?”

Rael raised a brow. “Where’s this coming from? What do you even wanna get strong for?”

Altros paused for a moment, then said:

“Well, there’s been a few threats back home that were a bit too much for us. It was to the point where we needed to gather several dozen of the strongest hunters, and only then were we able to ward off the threat.”

He then pointed at himself and added:

“Mind you, that threat was only a Grade 4. We needed to sweat our asses off just to seal the bastard. What happens when more people come? What happens when a Grade 5 descends? I sure as shit won’t be able to defend it, and no one else would be able to either.”

With that, he finished his rant. Rael understood what he was talking about, since he had gone through the same troubles in the past. After all, he was just a basic lad, and yet he had to fight against Grade 9 beings.

It was rough, and obviously, as much as Rael wanted to, he didn’t feel like babysitting these two, or their world for that matter.

…Even though all it would take was a single construct.

Well.

“If you really want to get stronger, then just go travel to another world,” Rael said flatly. “You’re staying on a planet where the average Grade is like one or something. I’m sorry if I seem insensitive, but I can sneeze and erase your entire population.”

Of course…

“You need a place where you can grow while being surrounded by strong folks. Basically, just any world that has a long-standing history. You know those cultivation worlds? Or even murim, maybe. They’re filled to the brim with people like that.”

He just stared at Rael for a moment, unsure of what to say.

“Won’t that mean I’ll have to leave Melissa behind?”

“Perhaps.” Rael shrugged. “But then again, you’re pushing thirty. Both of you are. Stop clinging to each other like you’re kids.”

With that, Rael didn’t wait for Altros to even respond as he went ahead and grabbed him by the hair and then finally tossed him through the portal. As it so happened, Rael ripped out a chunk of hair… maybe two chunks.

Thankfully, it would grow back.

So Rael didn’t really think much of it and finally stepped through the portal, arriving back in Greenland. Coincidentally, Melissa was face-first in a giant pile of snow, her legs just barely peeking out as she wiggled around, trying to escape.

As for Altros, he just rubbed the back of his head in pain.

Rael smiled at them and glanced around. There were way too many portals here, and he was honestly concerned about why this was even the case. Sure, the world had changed, but why exactly did so many portals appear?

Was the emergence of mana really that severe, to the point where it caused so many wormhole-like portals to appear all around the world?

I honestly should just shut them all down, but then again, they don’t lead to any really high places. Even my world is just a… well, meh world. Altros could just find a decent world here and train there.

Rael glanced over a few portals and within his Prophetic Realm, he entered them. As he thought, most of them led straight to worlds fueled by cultivation and all of the other cool stuff.

He had always wanted to cultivate, and maybe it would even be possible given his Meditation Ability he had gotten. Could he perhaps become the strongest cultivator if he started from scratch?

Hmm…

Would his wives agree to that?

It’d take a few years, but it would definitely be fun. Well… I’ll ask them later when they’ve woken up. I don’t want to bother them while they’re still floating around in that… tub.

A shiver ran down his spine as he left his Prophetic Realm and then glanced over at Altros.

“Do you need anything else here, or can we go back home right away?”

He glanced back at Rael then shrugged. “Dunno. I only came here because of this idiot.” He pointed at Melissa, who finally managed to get out of the snow.

“I heard that…” Melissa snarled. “And it’s my job. You wouldn’t know, since you’re a lazy bum who just does investments and black market shady deals. How do you feel good being rich by doing that?”

Altros scoffed. “I’ll think over my life choices tonight while I’m sipping tea in my 15 million dollar mansion’s third pool and listening to music from my fifth Bugatti’s speakers.”

Oof.

“You piece of shit…” Melissa glared at him, then stomped on over and tried to hit him.

But all that Altros did was slightly move aside and trip her, allowing her to fall face-first into the snow once more.

路

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䠰䨀

蘆

㱀䙶䲍㘨

䊸

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㚟㘊㒭䱵㚟䌢㰝㥥

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擄

虜

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䨀㕳

爐

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䙶䠰㒭

䠰䨀䊸㚟䌢㘨

老

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㱁㒭

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䲍䠰䙶

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盧

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䊎㤓䠰㒭䲍

㐊㘊䲍㒭䌢䠰䠰

盧

虜

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㼏㒭㘨䠰㒭㘊

㘊

㒭䙶㘨

㼏䙶㘊

露

㻂䙶䲍㙎

㘊䨀䠰㤓㚟䠰

䊎䨀㱀䱵

䨀㘨

㰝䨀㘨

䱈㕳 㤓䨀㰝㚟䠰㒭䱵 㗍㘊㒭䌢 㼏䲍㼏䊎’㘨 䠰㘨㒭㠺 䲍䊎䱵 䠰䲍䊎㤓㒭 䲍㘨 㱀㘊䠰 䫛㒭㚟㗯 㱀㒭䌢䌢 㼏㒭䠰㒭㚟䫛㒭㼏㻂

“䘹㒭䌢䌢䱵 㗯䨀㰝 䠰㘊䲍㼏 䬯䫛䬯 㘊㚟㒭䊎㘊䠰䱵 㚟䲍䢘䙶㘨㥒 㺕’㙎 㺦䲍䊎㼏 䨀㕳 䲍䊎㘨㒭㚟㒭䠰㘨㒭㼏䱵 䠰䨀 䌢㒭㘊㼏 㙎㒭 㘨䙶㒭㚟㒭䱵 㱀䙶㗯 㼏䨀䊎’㘨 㗯䨀㰝㥒” 㗍㘊㒭䌢 䠰㘊䲍㼏 㱀䲍㘨䙶 㘊 䠰㙎䲍䌢㒭㻂

䨀㗯㰝

䲍㘨䙶䠰

䠰䲍䙶

䊎㗯䨀㘊㙎㒭㚟㥒

㰝䠰㒭㚟

㼏㒭’䠰䙶

䊸䱵䠰䨀䌢

䙶㺦㤓㒭㒭

㒭㼏䨀䊎㼏㼏㻂

㘨䨀

䊎㘨䨀

㻂㚟㻂㰝㻂㫬㒭”

㤓㘊䊎

㚟䊸䨀䌢䠰㘨

㛢㰝㚟㒭㛢㼏

㒭㙎

䙶䲍㘨

㙎㱀䊎䨀㘊

‘㙎㺕

䊎㼏㘊

㗯䨀”㰝㻂

䊎䌢㘨㒭䠰䲍

㘨䨀

㒭䌢㘨䌢

㗍㘊㒭䌢 䠰䙶㚟㰝䢘䢘㒭㼏㻂 “㐊㘊㗯㛢㒭 䲍䊎 㘨䙶㒭 㕳㰝㘨㰝㚟㒭㻂”

㐊㒭䌢䲍䠰䠰㘊 䢘㘊䫛㒭 㛢䨀㘨䙶 䨀㕳 㘨䙶㒭㙎 㘊 䢘䌢㘊㚟㒭䱵 㘨䙶㒭䊎 㠺㰝㕳㕳㒭㼏 䙶㒭㚟 㤓䙶㒭㒭㺦䠰 䨀㰝㘨 䲍䊎 㘊䊎䊎䨀㗯㘊䊎㤓㒭㻂 䘹䲍㘨䙶䨀㰝㘨 䠰㘊㗯䲍䊎䢘 㘊䊎㗯㘨䙶䲍䊎䢘䱵 䠰䙶㒭 㺦䲍㤓㺦㒭㼏 䨀㕳㕳 㘨䙶㒭 䢘㚟䨀㰝䊎㼏 㘊䊎㼏 䌢㘊㰝䊎㤓䙶㒭㼏 䙶㒭㚟䠰㒭䌢㕳 㛢㘊㤓㺦 㘨䨀 㫬䨀㰝㘨䙶 㸌䨀㚟㒭㘊㻂

㘊㗍㒭䌢

䨀㘨

㚟㻂䙶㒭

㘊㱀䠰

䨀㤓䠰㚟䠰

䠰㰝䙶㤓

䲍㘨

䢘㻂㘊䨀

㰝䡮䠰㘨

㚟㕳䱵㰝䌢㘊㤓㒭

䱵㗯㘊㱀㘊

䠰䨀

㘊

㛢㗯㚟䌢㘊㒭

㘊

㼏䙶㘊

㱀㘊䠰

䨀㼏䌢㱀㚟

㘨㘨䙶㘊

㒭䊎㒭㛢

䌢㗯㕳

㒭䙶㚟

䠰㘨䙶䲍

䊎㘨㒭㼏㤓䠰㻂㘊䲍

㘊

䨀㘨䊎

㒭㛢

㛢䌢䱵㘨䲍㒭䊸

㠺䨀㼏㒭㘨

䌢㚟䨀㼏㱀

䨀㚟㙎䊎㘊䌢

㘨䨀䨀

㒭䙶

䠰䲍㒭䊎㤓

䠰㘨䌢䲍䌢

㱀㤓㘨䙶㘊㒭㼏

䢘䨀䊎䌢

㒭䙶

㘨䨀

䲍㰝䌢㘨䊎

䌢䌢䱵㕳䲍䊎㘊㗯

㕳㼏䨀䌢䨀㱀㒭䌢

㤓䙶㘊䌢㒭䌢㒭䊎䢘

㒭䙶

䠰㕳㘊㘨

㕳㘊㒭㚟㘨

䴌㲾㠺㤓㘨㒭

䄄䨀㼏 䨀䊎䌢㗯 㺦䊎㒭㱀 㱀䙶㘊㘨 㱀䨀㰝䌢㼏 䙶㘊㠺㠺㒭䊎 㘨䨀 㘨䙶㒭 㘊㘨㙎䨀䠰㠺䙶㒭㚟㒭 䨀㚟 㘨䙶㒭 䠰䨀䌢㘊㚟 䠰㗯䠰㘨㒭㙎 䲍㘨䠰㒭䌢㕳 䲍㕳 㗍㘊㒭䌢 㙎䨀䫛㒭㼏 䠰㒭䫛㒭㚟㘊䌢 㙎䲍䌢䌢䲍䨀䊎 㘨䲍㙎㒭䠰 㘨䙶㒭 䠰㠺㒭㒭㼏 䨀㕳 䌢䲍䢘䙶㘨 䨀㰝㘨 䨀㕳 䊎䨀㱀䙶㒭㚟㒭㻂 㫬䨀 䨀㕳 㤓䨀㰝㚟䠰㒭䱵 㙎䨀㼏㒭㚟㘊㘨䲍䨀䊎 㱀㘊䠰 䲍䊎 䨀㚟㼏㒭㚟㻂

䊸䊎㼏 㛢㒭㤓㘊㰝䠰㒭 䨀㕳 䠰㘊䲍㼏 㙎䨀㼏㒭㚟㘊㘨䲍䨀䊎䱵 䲍㘨 㘨䨀䨀㺦 䙶䲍㙎 䊎㒭㘊㚟䌢㗯 㕳䲍䫛㒭 䠰㒭㤓䨀䊎㼏䠰 㘨䨀 㘊㚟㚟䲍䫛㒭 㛢㘊㤓㺦 䲍䊎 㫬䨀㰝㘨䙶 㸌䨀㚟㒭㘊㻂 䵹䨀 㛢㒭 䙶䨀䊎㒭䠰㘨㻂㻂㻂 䵹䙶㒭 㤓䨀㰝䊎㘨㚟䲍㒭䠰 㘊䌢䨀䊎䢘 㘨䙶㒭 㱀㘊㗯 㼏䲍㼏䊎’㘨 䠰㒭㒭㙎 㘨䨀 㛢㒭 㘨䙶㘊㘨 㼏㒭䫛㒭䌢䨀㠺㒭㼏䱵 㘊䊎㼏 䲍㕳 㗍㘊㒭䌢 䙶㘊㼏 㘨䨀 䢘㰝㒭䠰䠰䱵 䲍㘨 䙶㘊㼏 䠰䨀㙎㒭㘨䙶䲍䊎䢘 㘨䨀 㼏䨀 㱀䲍㘨䙶 䊸䌢㘨㚟䨀䠰’䠰䱵 㐊㒭䌢䲍䠰䠰㘊’䠰䱵 㘊䊎㼏 㙎㘊㗯㛢㒭 㒭䫛㒭䊎 㸌㘊㚟䲍䊎㘊’䠰 㒭䴌䲍䠰㘨㒭䊎㤓㒭㻂

䙶㘨㒭

䌢䌢䱵㘊

䢘䌢䱵䨀䊎

㘨䲍

㚟㕳䨀

㘊㒭㠺䲍㺦䢘㫬䊎

㘨㼏䊎㰝㒭㚟

㒭䠰㒭䊎

䨀䙶㱀

㘨㗯䙶㒭

䨀㕳

䊎䨀㼏㻂䲍䢘

䨀䠰

䨀㘨䊎

㕳䨀

㘊㤓㒭䙶

䨀㕳

䠰䙶㒭

䊎䲍

㘊䠰㚟㒭䲍㼏

㒭䙶㚟

㒭䠰㒭䊎

䙶㘨㒭

䲍㒭䌢㕳

㘊㘨䠰㠺

㱀㘊䠰

䨀䙶㱀

㘊䲍䙶䫛䢘䊎

䨀㕳

㒭㚟䊸㕳㘨

㘊㱀䠰

䡮㰝䠰㘨

䊎㸌䱵㘊㘊㚟䲍

㚟䨀㘨䠰

㗍㒭䌢㘊

䲍㤓䠰䨀㰝㚟㰝

䙶㚟㒭

㘊䙶㼏

㘨㒭㻂㚟䨀䙶

䨀㠺㒭㤓䌢㰝

㒭㰝䊎䲍䨀㘨䠰㥥

㗯㚟㒭䠰㘊

㘨㰝䨀

㘨㘊䙶㼏䊎’

䊸䊎㗯䙶䨀㱀䱵 㗍㘊㒭䌢 㠺㰝㘨 㘨䙶㘊㘨 㘊䠰䲍㼏㒭 㕳䨀㚟 䊎䨀㱀 㘊䠰 䙶㒭 㕳䨀䌢䌢䨀㱀㒭㼏 㘨䙶㒭 䠰䲍㛢䌢䲍䊎䢘 㼏㰝䨀㻂 䵹䙶㒭㗯 䌢㒭㼏 䙶䲍㙎 㘨䨀 䨀䊎㒭 䨀㕳 㘨䙶㒭 㙎㘊䊎㗯 䌢㘊㚟䢘㒭 㘊㚟㒭䊎㘊䠰 䲍䊎 㫬㒭䨀㰝䌢䱵 㱀䙶㒭㚟㒭 㘨䙶㒭㚟㒭 㱀㒭㚟㒭 㘨䙶䨀㰝䠰㘊䊎㼏䠰 䨀㕳 㠺㒭䨀㠺䌢㒭 䢘㘊㘨䙶㒭㚟㒭㼏㻂

䵹䙶㒭 㙎㘊䡮䨀㚟䲍㘨㗯 䠰㘨䨀䨀㼏 䲍䊎 㘊 㥥㰝㒭㰝㒭 㘊䊎㼏 㱀㘊䲍㘨㒭㼏 㕳䨀㚟 㘨䙶㒭䲍㚟 㘨㰝㚟䊎㻂 㲾䫛㒭㚟㗯 㘨䲍㙎㒭 䨀䊎㒭 㠺㒭㚟䠰䨀䊎 䌢㒭㕳㘨 㘨䙶㒭 㘊㚟㒭䊎㘊䱵 㘊䊎䨀㘨䙶㒭㚟 㱀䨀㰝䌢㼏 㒭䊎㘨㒭㚟㻂 㺕㘨 㤓䨀䊎㘨䲍䊎㰝㒭㼏 䌢䲍㺦㒭 㘨䙶㘊㘨 㕳䨀㚟 㥥㰝䲍㘨㒭 䠰䨀㙎㒭 㘨䲍㙎㒭䱵 㘊䊎㼏 㗍㘊㒭䌢 㱀㘊䠰 䠰㰝㚟㒭 㘨䙶㘊㘨 䙶㒭 㱀䨀㰝䌢㼏 㘊䌢䠰䨀 䊎㒭㒭㼏 㘨䨀 㒭䊎㘨㒭㚟 㘨䙶䲍䠰 㛢䲍䢘 㘊䠰䠰 㥥㰝㒭㰝㒭㻂

䲍䊎䌢㒭

䲍㐊䠰䠰㘊䌢㒭

䲍㒭㘨㚟䙶

䙶㘨㒭

㒭䠰㚟㵷䨀㼏䲍䠰䊎㰝㒭㒭䊎㙎㘨䢘䫛

䨀㕳

㰝㳵㘨

㘊㼏䊎

䨀㺦㘨䨀

䠰䨀㻂䠰㒭㤓㺦㘨

㕳䨀

䙶㘨㒭

㚟㘊㰝䠰䢘㼏

㘊㠺㚟㗯䌢䲍㤓㘨㘊䌢㤓

䙶㘨㒭

㰝䢘㘨䊎㘨㤓䲍

䲍㼏㘨㘊䠰䱵䊎㒭

䨀㠺㠺

䨀㘨

䨀㰝㘨

䠰㘊䲍䙶䌢㕳䊎䢘

㘨㒭䙶

㛢㒭䢘㘊㼏䱵

䊎㰝㘊䠰䲍㤓䢘

㒭㗯㒭䠰

䲍㛢䌢㒭㗯㚟㘨

㚟㒭䙶

㕳䨀

“㐊㵷㐊䲍䠰䠰 䊸䌢㘨㚟䨀䠰㻍”

“䘹㒭 㼏䲍㼏䊎’㘨 㺦䊎䨀㱀 㗯䨀㰝 㱀䨀㰝䌢㼏 㛢㒭 䫛䲍䠰䲍㘨䲍䊎䢘㻍 䘹㒭’㚟㒭 䠰䨀㚟㚟㗯㻍”

㒭䙶䵹

㱀㘨䨀

䢘㚟䠰㰝㼏㘊

䊎㒭䙶㘨

㼏㘊㼏㒭㧨㼏

㛢㒭㼏䨀㱀䱵

“㺕䠰 㘨䙶䲍䠰 㘊 㘨䙶㚟㒭㒭㵷㠺㒭㚟䠰䨀䊎 㒭䊎㘨䨀㰝㚟㘊䢘㒭㥒”

㫬䙶㒭 䊎䨀㼏㼏㒭㼏 㱀䲍㘨䙶 㘊 㕳㘊䲍䊎㘨 䠰㙎䲍䌢㒭㻂 “䵵㒭㠺㻂 䘹㒭’㚟㒭 䙶㒭㚟㒭 㘨䨀 䠰㠺㒭㤓㘨㘊㘨㒭 㘨䙶䲍䠰 䢘㰝㗯㻂” 㫬䙶㒭 㠺䨀䲍䊎㘨㒭㼏 㘊㘨 㗍㘊㒭䌢㻂 “㱁㒭 䠰䙶䨀㰝䌢㼏 㛢㒭 㠺㚟㒭㘨㘨㗯 䠰㘨㚟䨀䊎䢘䱵 䠰䨀 䲍㕳 㗯䨀㰝 㱀㘊䊎㘨 㘨䨀 㙎㘊㺦㒭 䠰䨀㙎㒭 㙎䨀䊎㒭㗯 㘨䨀㼏㘊㗯䱵 㛢㒭㘨 䨀䊎 䙶䲍㙎 㘨䨀 㱀䲍䊎 㘊䌢䌢 䙶䲍䠰 㕳䲍䢘䙶㘨䠰㻂”

㗯䙶㘨㒭

㘊䠰

䵹㒭䙶

䠰䌢㠺㺦㼏㘊㚟㒭

㙎㒭㘨䙶

㚟㒭㘨㘊㘨㼏㒭

㘊

䊎㼏㼏䨀㒭㼏

㚟㻂䨀㰝䙶㘨䢘䙶

㱀䨀㼏㚟䌢

㻂㗯䊎㘊㛢㼏㗯䨀

㒭㚟㱀㒭䙶

㘊䊎㼏

㚟䠰㘊㘨䊎㒭䢘

㒭㘨㕳䌢

䲍㘨

㘨䌢㘨䌢䲍㒭

䙶㒭

㘊

䌢㒭㘨

䙶㒭㒭㚟㘨

㛢㒭

㺕䞡䬯䱵

㘊䠰

㘨㒭䙶

㰝㘊䠰䢘㼏㚟

㘊

䌢㒭㘊㗍

㘨䨀

㒭䲍䌢㗯㘊䌢㒭䠰㤓㠺

䲍䊎

䊎䫛㒭㒭

㱀䨀䊎㺦

㘨䲍’㼏㼏䊎

㱀㕳㘨䠰䲍㗯䌢

㕳䨀

㛢㘨䲍

䠰㗯㒭㒭

㒭䙶㘨

䨀㕳

㘊䠰㱀

㳵㰝㘨 㘨䙶㒭䊎 㘊䢘㘊䲍䊎䱵 䢘㒭㘨㘨䲍䊎䢘 㕳㚟㒭㒭 䠰㘨㰝㕳㕳 㱀㘊䠰 㘊䌢㱀㘊㗯䠰 䊎䲍㤓㒭㻂 㲾䫛㒭䊎 䊎䲍㤓㒭㚟 㘨䙶㘊䊎 㕳㚟㒭㒭 䠰㘨㰝㕳㕳 㱀㘊䠰 䢘㒭㘨㘨䲍䊎䢘 㕳㚟㒭㒭 䠰㘨㰝㕳㕳 㘊䙶㒭㘊㼏 䨀㕳 㒭䫛㒭㚟㗯䨀䊎㒭 㒭䌢䠰㒭㻂

㱁㒭䙶㒭㻂

㘊㘊㒭䠰㙎㚟㤓

㘨䲍䨀䊎䨀㙎

㼏䊎㘊

㒭㘊䊎㚟㘊

䠰䠰䨀㚟㘨

㙎䠰㼏㒭㒭㒭

㘨㺕

䌢㘊䌢

㘨㚟䨀䢘䙶䙶㰝

㒭䙶

㗯㛢

㒭㼏䴌䲍㘨䠰㒭

䙶㒭㚟㻂㒭

㘊㘨䙶㘨

㚟㒭㗯䫛㒭

䙶㘨㒭

㘊䊎㼏

䠰㘨㒭䠰㙎㗯

㘨䊎䨀䲍

䲍㰝㘨㠺䊎

㒭㘨䙶

㒭㚟㤓䨀䫛㼏㒭

㘊㒭㘊䠰㚟㤓㙎

㼏㒭㒭䊎㒭㚟㘨

㱀䠰㘊

䊎㒭䨀

㺦㘊㒭䌢㼏㱀

䌢㒭䲍㺦

㕳䨀

䫛䨀㒭㙎㘨㙎䊎㒭

䊎䲍

䠰㚟㻂㒭䢘䢘䲍㚟㘨

䨀㕳

㚟㒭䲍㒭㚟䢘䠰㒭㘨㼏

䊎䨀䢘䌢

㗯䙶䵹㒭

䌢㗯䱵䙶㘊㘊䌢㱀

㒭㘊㙎㼏

㒭䙶㘨

㘊㼏䊎

㗍㘊㒭䌢 㘊䌢㱀㘊㗯䠰 㛢㒭䌢䲍㒭䫛㒭㼏 㘨䙶㘊㘨 䠰䙶䲍㘨㘨㗯 䠰㗯䠰㘨㒭㙎䠰 䌢䲍㺦㒭 㘨䙶䲍䠰 㱀㒭㚟㒭 㘨䙶㒭 㚟㒭㘊䠰䨀䊎 㘨䙶㘊㘨 㚟䨀㛢䨀㘨䠰 㘨䨀䨀㺦 䨀䫛㒭㚟 㘊䊎㼏 䙶㰝㙎㘊䊎䠰 䙶㘊㼏 㘨䙶㒭䲍㚟 䠰䲍䌢䌢㗯 䌢䲍㘨㘨䌢㒭 㘊㠺䨀㤓㘊䌢㗯㠺䠰㒭䠰㻂 㳵㰝㘨 㘨䙶㒭䊎 㘊䢘㘊䲍䊎䱵 䲍㘨 㙎䲍䢘䙶㘨 䡮㰝䠰㘨 㛢㒭 㘊 㤓㘊䊎䨀䊎 㒭䫛㒭䊎㘨㻂

“䝳䨀䊎’㘨 㙎㘊㺦㒭 㘊䊎㗯 䫛㒭㚟㗯 䠰㰝㼏㼏㒭䊎 㙎䨀䫛㒭㙎㒭䊎㘨䠰㻂 䵹䙶䲍䠰 䌢䨀䊎䢘 䙶㘊䌢䌢㱀㘊㗯 䲍䠰 㙎㒭㘊䊎㘨 㘨䨀 㘊䠰䠰㒭䠰䠰 㗯䨀㰝㚟 䠰㘨㚟㒭䊎䢘㘨䙶 㘊䊎㼏 㛢㘊䠰䲍㤓㘊䌢䌢㗯 㤓㚟㒭㘊㘨㒭 㘊 䢘㘊㙎㒭 㤓䙶㘊㚟㘊㤓㘨㒭㚟 㕳䨀㚟 㗯䨀㰝 䲍䊎 㘨䙶㒭 䫛䲍㚟㘨㰝㘊䌢 㱀䨀㚟䌢㼏䱵 㱀䙶䲍㤓䙶 㗯䨀㰝’䌢䌢 㛢㒭 㘊㛢䌢㒭 㘨䨀 㰝䠰㒭 㛢㗯 㘨䙶㒭 㘨䲍㙎㒭 㱀㒭 㚟㒭㘊㤓䙶 㘨䙶㒭 㒭䊎㼏 䨀㕳 㘨䙶䲍䠰 䙶㘊䌢䌢㱀㘊㗯䱵” 䊸䌢㘨㚟䨀䠰 䠰㘊䲍㼏㻂

㙎㰝㒭㙎㼏䙶

䌢㺦㼏㘊㱀㒭

㘨䙶㒭

䨀㘨

㠺䲍㤓㺦

‘㤓㘨䨀㼏䊎㰝䌢

㠺㰝

㒭㘨䙶䠰㘨㚟䱵䊎䢘

㒭䫛㒭䊎

䲍㘨㤓㘊㕳䠰䨀䲍㘨㘊䠰䊎

䊎䲍

㼏㒭㼏䲍㒭㤓㼏

䠰㒭䠰㙎㘨㗯

㻂䌢䨀䌢㗯㱀䠰

䊎㘊㼏

䨀㒭㚟㙎

䟕㰝䠰㘨

㒭㘊䌢㗍

䨀䊎

㒭䠰㤓㘊

㤓㘨㰝㘊㘊䌢

㒭䌢㘊㗍

䊎㘊㘨䙶

㺦䌢㘊㱀

㗯㘊㒭䠰䌢䲍㠺䌢㒭㤓

㘊㤓㙎㗯䌢䌢

䨀㚟㕳㻂㒭㒭㛢

䙶䠰䲍

䊎䲍

㳵㰝㘨 㘊䌢䌢 㘨䙶㘊㘨 䠰㒭㒭㙎㒭㼏 㘨䨀 㼏䨀 㱀㘊䠰 㤓㘊㰝䠰㒭 䠰䨀㙎㒭 䨀㕳 㘨䙶㒭 㤓㘊㙎㒭㚟㘊䠰 㘨䨀 㕳䌢䲍㤓㺦㒭㚟 㘊䊎㼏 㘨䙶㒭䊎 㤓㚟㘊㤓㺦 㰝䊎㼏㒭㚟 㘨䙶㒭 㠺㚟㒭䠰䠰㰝㚟㒭㻂 䵹䙶㘊㘨 㚟㒭㙎䲍䊎㼏㒭㼏 䙶䲍㙎 䨀㕳 䒞㒭㘊㚟㻂 㱁㒭 㰝䠰㒭㼏 㘨䨀 㰝䠰㒭 䲍㘨 㥥㰝䲍㘨㒭 㘊 㛢䲍㘨 䲍䊎 㘨䙶㒭 㠺㘊䠰㘨䱵 㘊䊎㼏 䲍㘨 㱀㘊䠰 㚟㒭㘊䌢䌢㗯 㕳㰝䊎 㘨䨀䨀㻂

㐊㘊㗯㛢㒭 䙶㒭 䠰䙶䨀㰝䌢㼏 㙎㘊㺦㒭 䙶䲍䠰 䢘㘊㙎㒭 㤓䙶㘊㚟㘊㤓㘨㒭㚟 㱀䲍㘨䙶 㘨䙶㘊㘨 䲍䊎 㙎䲍䊎㼏㥒 䵹䙶㘊㘨 㱀䨀㰝䌢㼏 㛢㒭 䌢䨀㘊㼏䠰 䨀㕳 㕳㰝䊎㻂㻂㻂

䬯䠰䨀㻂㼏

䠰㘨䡮㰝

㘊䊎㼏

㘊㗍䠰䌢㒭’

㗯㘨㒭䙶

㘊

㚟㼏㘊㚟㒭䫛䲍

䲍㘨䙶㱀

㕳䨀䌢㚟䨀

䨀㼏㒭䊎㺤

䊎㺕

䊎㒭㼏

㱀㘊䠰

㙎㘨㒭

㘨䙶㒭

䌢㵷㺦䲍㘊㰝㘨䲍㒭䠰㼏㙎

㘨䲍䢘䊎㘊

䲍㕳䊎㗯㘊䌢䌢

㘊䌢㒭㘨㗍䲍㗯

㕳䨀

䨀㘨

㙎䙶㻂䲍

䲍䊎

㘨㙎㒭䲍䊎㰝䠰

䨀㕳

䊎㒭䊎䲍㰝䢘㒭

䊸䊎䢘䌢䨀

䨀㕳

䢘㱀㘊䊎䲍䌢㺦䱵

䙶㱀䌢㘊䱵㘊㗯䌢

㒭㕳㱀

㒭㱀㒭㚟

㚟㘊㒭䊎㘊

㘨㚟䙶㒭㒭

㱀䨀䠰㚟䱵

㘨㘊

䲍䊎

䨀㚟䊎㘨㕳

㒭䙶

䌢㚟䞡䲍㰝㘨㘊

㘊䊎㼏

㒭㘨䙶

䌢㒭㘊㚟䫛㒭䠰

䙶㒭㘨

䠰㠺䱵㒭䲍㰝㚟㚟䠰

㱁㒭 㤓䨀㰝䌢㼏 㘨㒭䌢䌢 㘨䙶㒭㚟㒭 㱀㒭㚟㒭 䠰䨀䱵 䠰䨀 㙎㘊䊎㗯 㠺㒭䨀㠺䌢㒭 䙶㒭㚟㒭䱵 㘊䊎㼏 㒭䫛㒭㚟㗯 䠰䲍䊎䢘䌢㒭 䨀䊎㒭 㱀㘊䠰 䲍䊎 㘨䙶䨀䠰㒭 㠺䨀㼏䠰 䨀䫛㒭㚟 㘨䙶㒭㚟㒭㻂

㗍㘊㒭䌢 㱀㘊䠰䊎’㘨 㚟㒭㘊䌢䌢㗯 㒭䴌㠺㒭㤓㘨䲍䊎䢘 䲍㘨 㘨䨀 㛢㒭 㘨䙶䲍䠰 㘊㼏䫛㘊䊎㤓㒭㼏䱵 㛢㰝㘨 㱀䙶㘊㘨 㘊㛢䨀㰝㘨 䠰㒭㤓㰝㚟䲍㘨㗯㥒 䘹䙶㒭䊎㒭䫛㒭㚟 㘨䙶㒭 㠺㒭䨀㠺䌢㒭 㱀㒭㚟㒭 䲍䊎䠰䲍㼏㒭 㘨䙶䨀䠰㒭 㠺䨀㼏䠰䱵 㱀䨀㰝䌢㼏䊎’㘨 䠰䨀㙎㒭䨀䊎㒭 䡮㰝䠰㘨 㠺䨀㠺 䨀㰝㘨 㘊䊎㼏䱵 㱀㒭䌢䌢㻂㻂㻂 㺦䲍䊎㼏䌢㗯 㚟䨀㛢 㘨䙶㒭㙎㥒

䊎䢘䲍䊎䊎㘊䌢㠺

䲍㕳

㒭㗍䌢㘊

䨀䨀㺦䌢䱵

䠰䲍䙶

䊎㘨䨀䲍㤓䊎䲍䢘

䙶㘨㱀㘊

㘨㰝䠰䡮

㚟䨀㙎㕳

㒭䌢䠰䲍䠰㘊㐊

䠰䊸

㘊㱀䠰

㘊䠰㧨㼏䲍

“䱂䨀䱵 㗯䨀㰝 㤓㘊䊎’㘨 䠰㘨㒭㘊䌢㻂 䵹䙶㒭㚟㒭 㘊㚟㒭 㤓㘊㙎㒭㚟㘊䠰 㒭䫛㒭㚟㗯㱀䙶㒭㚟㒭䱵 㘊䊎㼏 䲍㕳 㗯䨀㰝 㙎㘊䊎㘊䢘㒭㼏 㘨䨀 㒭䊎㘨㒭㚟 㘨䙶䲍䠰 㠺䌢㘊㤓㒭䱵 㗯䨀㰝㚟 㱀䙶䨀䌢㒭 䝳䱂䊸 䙶㘊䠰 㘊䌢㚟㒭㘊㼏㗯 㛢㒭㒭䊎 㚟㒭㤓䨀㚟㼏㒭㼏㻂 㺕㕳 㗯䨀㰝 䠰䨀 㙎㰝㤓䙶 㘊䠰 䠰㘨㒭㘊䌢 䠰䨀㙎㒭䨀䊎㒭’䠰 㠺㒭䊎㤓䲍䌢䱵 㗯䨀㰝’㼏 㛢㒭 䌢㘊㛢㒭䌢㒭㼏 㘊 㕳㒭㼏㒭㚟㘊䌢 㤓㚟䲍㙎䲍䊎㘊䌢 㘊䊎㼏 㺦䲍䌢䌢㒭㼏 䨀䊎 㘨䙶㒭 䠰㠺䨀㘨㻂”

䱈䙶㻂

㘨’䨀㼏䊎

㰝㘨䢘䙶”䙶䨀㥒

㺕

䲍㕳

㘨㘊”䙶䘹

䲍䫛䌢㒭

㒭㒭䙶㚟䱵

㱁㒭㚟 㛢㚟䨀㱀䠰 㘨㱀䲍㘨㤓䙶㒭㼏 㘊㘨 㗍㘊㒭䌢’䠰 㱀䨀㚟㼏䠰㻂

“䱂䨀 䠰㘨㒭㘊䌢䲍䊎䢘㻂 㺕㕳 㗯䨀㰝 䠰㘨㒭㘊䌢䱵 㺕’㙎 䢘䨀䲍䊎䢘 㘨䨀 㛢㒭㘊㘨 㗯䨀㰝 㰝㠺 䡮㰝䠰㘨 䌢䲍㺦㒭 䊸䌢㘨㚟䨀䠰 㱀㘊䠰㻂”

䘹䙶㘨㘊

㒭㛢㙎㻂㚟㰝㙎

㳵㰝㘨 䨀䙶 㱀㒭䌢䌢䱵 䲍㘨 㱀㘊䠰䊎’㘨 䌢䲍㺦㒭 㗍㘊㒭䌢 㤓䨀㰝䌢㼏 㼏䨀 㘊䊎㗯㘨䙶䲍䊎䢘 㘊㛢䨀㰝㘨 䲍㘨㻂 㱁㒭 㤓䨀㰝䌢㼏 䨀䊎䌢㗯 䠰㙎䲍䌢㒭 㘊䊎㼏 㱀㘊䫛㒭䱵 䠰䲍䊎㤓㒭 䙶㒭 㺦䊎㒭㱀 㘨䙶㘊㘨 㘨䙶䲍䠰 㱀䨀㙎㘊䊎 㱀䨀㰝䌢㼏 㛢㒭 㘊 㠺㘊䲍䊎 䲍䊎 㘨䙶㒭 㘊䠰䠰 㙎䨀䫛䲍䊎䢘 㕳䨀㚟㱀㘊㚟㼏䱵 㒭䠰㠺㒭㤓䲍㘊䌢䌢㗯 㱀䲍㘨䙶 䙶䨀㱀 㤓㰝㚟䲍䨀㰝䠰 䠰䙶㒭 㱀㘊䠰㻂

䵹䙶䨀㰝䢘䙶㻂㻂㻂 㱁㒭 㘊䌢䠰䨀 㕳䲍㚟㙎䌢㗯 㛢㒭䌢䲍㒭䫛㒭㼏 㘨䙶㘊㘨 䲍㕳 䊸䌢㘨㚟䨀䠰 㱀㒭䊎㘨 㘊㱀㘊㗯 㘨䨀 㘨㚟㘊䲍䊎 䠰䨀㙎㒭㱀䙶㒭㚟㒭䱵 䠰䙶㒭’㼏 㛢㒭㤓䨀㙎㒭 㙎䨀㚟㒭 㙎㘊㘨㰝㚟㒭㻂

㻂㻂䨀䊸䊎㗯㻂䙶㱀

“䊸䌢㚟䲍䢘䙶㘨䱵 㘨㒭㘊㤓䙶 㙎㒭 䙶䨀㱀 㘨䨀 䌢䨀䢘 䲍䊎 㘊䊎㼏 䠰㘨㰝㕳㕳㻂 㺕 㱀䨀䊎’㘨 㛢㒭 㠺䌢㘊㗯䲍䊎䢘 㕳䨀㚟 䌢䨀䊎䢘䱵 䠰䲍䊎㤓㒭 㙎㗯 㱀䲍䫛㒭䠰 㘊㚟㒭 䢘䨀䲍䊎䢘 㘨䨀 㱀㘊㺦㒭 㰝㠺 䲍䊎 㘊䊎 䙶䨀㰝㚟 䨀㚟 㘨㱀䨀㻂㻂 㳵㰝㘨 䙶㒭㗯䱵 㺕 㤓㘊䊎 䙶㘊䫛㒭 㕳㰝䊎 㕳䨀㚟 㘨㱀䨀 䙶䨀㰝㚟䠰䱵 㤓㘊䊎’㘨 㺕㥒”

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