Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong - Chapter 2608: 1436: Listening and Debating (Part 2)
Chapter 2608: Chapter 1436: Listening and Debating (Part 2)
“Hmph, a vicious boy who doesn’t even dare to show his true face, yet speaks grandiosely of conspiracy and schemes. Isn’t this precisely what you are best at?”
Old Susan cast a scornful glance at the Masked Man, her wrinkled face full of disdain as she said: “Then tell me, where has your Vice Leader gone?”
“No matter where the Vice Leader is, we are open and aboveboard!”
A middle-aged Fox Person warrior from the Desert Alliance snorted coldly, unable to resist retorting.
Compared to Phil, who retained only a few Beast Race characteristics, this person’s wildness was much more intense, covered with a thick layer of earthy fox fur.
The territory of the Desert Alliance is mostly composed of desert and barren land, so it’s natural for its warriors to carry some corresponding traits.
“Is that so? It’s ridiculous for someone skilled in trickery to claim they are open and aboveboard.”
A powerful figure, surrounded by dense vegetation and revealing only a pair of eyes, in the Rainforest Fortress Alliance’s camp sneered coldly, opposing fiercely.
The Rainforest Fortress Alliance, as the name suggests, is primarily composed of various tribes along rainforests and riversides, so it’s not surprising to see warriors with this appearance.
But undoubtedly, whether it’s the Rainforest Fortress Alliance or the Desert Alliance, their territories are vast enough to rival ours, including the Human Clan’s domain, which is quite telling.
For a while, the powerful figures on both sides refused to yield, engaging in a war of words, while Leo Ray didn’t rush to express his opinion, merely watching everything silently.
After a while, Leo Ray stood up, whispered a few words to the Administrator, and then left the hall on his own, soon disappearing from everyone’s sight.
Seeing the main character leave, the powerful figures from both sides lost their interest in the verbal spar, and all cast puzzled looks at our Administrator.
“Everyone, please remain calm. Your Majesty of the Humans needs to calmly analyze the current situation and will return shortly.”
The Administrator smiled slightly, explaining to the powerful figures: “However, Your Majesty of the Humans left a Communication Array here, so they can still hear your voices.”
Upon hearing that Leo Ray could still hear them, including the two leaders, the powerful figures resumed their intense verbal sparring, continuously exposing each other’s secrets and refuting each other’s words, exhausting all their thoughts to find flaws showing the other side as the mastermind.
It must be noted, this isn’t just about obtaining a Tier 6 Divine Weapon. Once it’s proven the other side is the mastermind, it’s a chance to severely damage them or even destroy them—a chance neither side would easily let go of.
While both sides debated endlessly, Leo Ray had already arrived at another hidden room beside the hall.
Here, Broy, Shuert, Crisis, Fanny, Haneltree, Bruno, and Nal were all waiting for quite some time.
“You have all heard about the situation earlier, right?”
Leo Ray looked at his think tank, nodding slightly: “Then it’s time for us to find out who the real mastermind is.”
“Your Majesty, from the current situation, the absence of the Desert Alliance’s Vice Leader is indeed a very crucial point of suspicion. If it’s unclear where they have gone, then I believe the mastermind is very likely the Desert Alliance.”
Haneltree gently rubbed his coarse chin, first offering his opinion: “I have dealt with the Desert Alliance several times before, and compared to the Rainforest Fortress Alliance, they are indeed more cunning and difficult to deal with.”
“But the Rainforest Fortress Alliance is also very suspicious. If they are truly open and aboveboard in their hearts, why would they secretly gather heavy troops nearby?”
Fanny frowned slightly, pondering: “As far as I know, both the Rainforest Fortress Alliance and the Desert Alliance have relatively complete Teleportation Gate networks, allowing swift troop mobilization.”
“However, unlike Your Majesty of the Humans’ intricate Teleportation Gate, theirs are much bulkier and each activation requires substantial energy supplies and the consumption of corresponding high-quality Magic Crystals. Especially the high-quality Magic Crystals—each is extremely expensive, and even for them, it’s not something to be casually dissipated.”
“In other words, their swift troop mobilization comes at a great cost.”
Fanny’s frown deepened as she continued: “And to participate in the Secret Realm Market, they spared no expense to specifically gather all their elite forces nearby, which necessarily arouses suspicion.”
“Indeed, I also agree the Rainforest Fortress Alliance seems more like the mastermind.”
Broy pondered and nodded, also sharing his thoughts: “The absence of the Desert Alliance’s Vice Leader is indeed suspicious, but if they were truly the mastermind, they would’ve figured out a way to bring the Vice Leader back, not leaving such a blatant flaw.”
“Don’t forget, the flaw left at the Forest-side Fortress is also extremely obvious. Perhaps they utilized reverse thinking to divert our attention once again.”
Crisis tilted her head, contemplating as she spoke: “I, however, believe the Desert Alliance is the mastermind.”
With Crisis’s words, the other powerful figures on our side appeared torn, unable to confirm who the real culprit is. Those who shared their opinions also couldn’t refute others, only offering Leo Ray a rueful smile.
Meanwhile, the Dragonborn warriors, including Nal, despite appearing extremely eager, could not confirm anything, merely waiting anxiously in place.
One thing is clear to everyone—this matter is of great importance. Choosing the wrong opponent means letting the real culprit rejoice in secret, and even if they promise military aid, it will probably be merely for show.
Then, as we and the other side both suffer, the result will naturally be self-evident.
“Is that really the case?”
Watching our powerful figures appear extremely troubled, Leo Ray smiled helplessly.
It must be said, the mastermind indeed hid deeply, even with both sides revealing each other’s flaws, no decisive evidence was found.
“Incorrect, perhaps there’s another possibility existing, and if this possibility holds, then the current situation isn’t surprising.”
Leo Ray’s eyes lit up, clearly having thought of something.
“Your Majesty of the Humans, have you found the real culprit?”
Noticing the change in Leo Ray’s expression, Nal’s eyes also lit up.
“Just a different thought, but before that, we need to confirm one very crucial information: whether anyone in the Desert Alliance and Rainforest Fortress Alliance is lying.”
Leo Ray nodded slightly, responded: “This is also key in judging who is right and wrong.”
“Your Majesty of the Humans is right. In the end, as long as we confirm one side is lying, they must be the true mastermind!”
Fanny’s starry eyes lit up, blurting out.
“But how do we verify this? Those guys are all wily old hands.”
Bruno’s bovine face was full of confusion, asking puzzled.
“The Administrator can help with this.”
Leo Ray smiled faintly, responding.
Before the market was held, another insurance measure was deployed.
Through discussions with our Administrator, it’s known that within the Shadow Market exists a Truth Formation, capable of accurately detecting if those within its scope are lying.
Originally, this formation is a secret of the market, primarily used in specific settings, such as verifying the source of equipment, but our Administrator, who has largely become one of us, naturally is willing to use the formation to assist us.
And just now, the hall was the place covered by the formation.
However, this special formation needs to gather enough information to make a judgment, so after leaving the hall, the Administrator asked both sides to continue debating.
“Then let me see who exactly is stirring up trouble. Perhaps what I thought as another possibility holds the real answer.”
Leo Ray took a slow, deep breath, his gaze piercing.
盧
路
蘆
䮥䢳䉦
䢳㟋㿹㿹
㩖㿹
㐙㿹䃴㩖
䮥㐙䮥㿹䦪䗂㝃䃦䮥
老
㿹㩖
䃦㛆㑶
老
㑶䕩䦪
㜼㽿㜼㿹㑶㼙㜼䢳䢳䦪㑶䦪
㿹䢳
㭣㿹㐙
㑶㜼㢙㸉㽿
擄
䉦䮥䢳
䐘㸉㑶㣎㜼䦪
櫓
㽿㿹䐘䦪䦪㜼㩖㭣㿹
㜼䋿㣎䮥䉦
㧑㐙䃦㐙㑶
䉦䮥䢳
㿹䢳
䢳㭣㿹
㸉䐘䮥㑶䲮
䕩㽿䮥㜼䦪䐘㜼㐙㦛㸉
䉦䢳䮥
盧
㿹䢳
䢳䐘㧑䃴㜼䕩
櫓
䢳䮥䉦
䐘䢳䦪㐙㿹㸉
䦪䮥㿹䢳䔈
㜼㜼䘴䃴㿹㭣㑶䃴㿹䦪㽿䢳䦪
䐘䮥䕩䦪
䢳㧑䐘㿹䦪䕩䢳㑶䃴㐙㜼㜼㐙
路
㭣䉦䧓㐙䢳
䦪㭣㭣㿹䃴䮥㐙䐘
㑶䃴䮥䢳㐙䢳
䮥㾟㿹
䃴䃴䐘㹼㐙䮥㦛䮥
㑶
㾗㼙㿹䦪 䉦䮥㑶㐙㜼䦪㸉 䢳䉦㜼䐘㹼 䮥㝃䮥㐙䃦㿹䦪䮥 䋿㑶䐘 㑶㣎䐘㿹 㩖㜼㣎㣎䮥䕩 䋿㜼䢳䉦 䝓㿹䃦㿹㭣䐘 䮥㵂㽿㜼䢳䮥䃴䮥䦪䢳䗂
㧑䐘 䢳䉦䮥 䐘㑶䃦㜼䦪㸉 㸉㿹䮥䐘㹼 䢳䉦䮥 䃴㿹㐙䮥 䃦㿹㭣 䐘㑶䃦㹼 䢳䉦䮥 䃴㿹㐙䮥 㣎㜼㟋䮥㣎䃦 䃦㿹㭣 㑶㐙䮥 䢳㿹 䮥㐙㐙䗂 䣙㜼䢳䉦 䐘㭣㽿䉦 㑶 䃴㜼㐙㑶㽿㭣㣎㿹㭣䐘 㑶㐙㐙㑶䃦 䢳㿹 㑶䐘䐘㜼䐘䢳㹼 㽿㿹㭣㼙㣎䮥䕩 䋿㜼䢳䉦 㾟䮥㿹 㛆㑶䃦 䉦㑶㝃㜼䦪㸉 㣎䮥䕩 㦛㿹䢳䉦 䐘㜼䕩䮥䐘 䢳㿹 㑶㐙㸉㭣䮥 䢳㿹 䢳䉦䮥 䮥㵂䢳㐙䮥䃴䮥㹼 㩖㜼䦪䕩㜼䦪㸉 䢳䉦䮥 㐙䮥㑶㣎 䃴㑶䐘䢳䮥㐙䃴㜼䦪䕩 㦛䮥䉦㜼䦪䕩 䢳䉦䮥 䐘㽿䮥䦪䮥䐘 䋿㿹㭣㣎䕩 㭣䦪䕩㿹㭣㦛䢳䮥䕩㣎䃦 㦛䮥 㑶 㼙㜼䮥㽿䮥 㿹㩖 㽿㑶㟋䮥䪉
㝃㜼䕩䮥㑶㐙㐙䗂
䐘㑶䋿
㿹䮥㾟
䮥䮥㝃䮥㐙䃦㿹䦪
㐙㿹㭣
㣎䮥䣙㜼䉦
㣎䮥䕩㑶䮥䢳㹼
㜼㜼䢳㐙䃴䦪㿹䕩㐙㹼㑶㧑䐘䢳
䃦’㑶㛆䐘
㐙䮥㽿䦪㝃㸉䮥㜼㜼
㸉㜼㣎䦪㑶䐘㹼
䢳䮥㩖㑶㐙
㽿䒂㜼㭣㟋䃦㣎
“㜍㿹㭣㐙 㮷㵂㽿䮥㣎㣎䮥䦪㽿䃦㹼 㧑䕩䃴㜼䦪㜼䐘䢳㐙㑶䢳㿹㐙㹼 㜼䐘 䢳䉦䮥 㜼䦪㩖㿹㐙䃴㑶䢳㜼㿹䦪 㽿㿹㣎㣎䮥㽿䢳䮥䕩 㦛䃦 䢳䉦䮥 㑶㐙㐙㑶䃦 䐘㭣㩖㩖㜼㽿㜼䮥䦪䢳 䦪㿹䋿䳝”
㾟䮥㿹 㛆㑶䃦 䐘㣎㜼㸉䉦䢳㣎䃦 䦪㿹䕩䕩䮥䕩 㑶䐘 䉦䮥 㜼䦪䒂㭣㜼㐙䮥䕩䗂
䝓䢳㭣䐘
䗂㝃㜼㑶䕩㽿䮥䢳䢳”㑶
㐙㜍㿹㭣
䐳㿹䋿
㑶䐘䉦
䉦䢳䮥
䦪䐘㜼㸉㹼㑶㣎
䦪䗂㩖㩖䢳㜼㜼㭣䮥䐘㽿
䋿䮥䉦䦪
㿹㐙㜍㭣
㐙㑶㐙㑶䃦
䢳㜼
㢙䮥㑶䢳䝓䐘䃦
䢳㿹
㑶㹼䮥䐘䝓䢳㢙䃦
䧥䦪”
䮥䢳䦪䐘
㼙䮥㐙䐘㿹䦪䮥䐘
䐘㭣㽿㽿䃦䮥䐘㭣㣎㩖䐘㣎
䉦䢳䮥
䮥㦛䮥㽿䃴㑶
㦛䮥䮥䦪
䧓䉦䮥 㧑䕩䃴㜼䦪㜼䐘䢳㐙㑶䢳㿹㐙 䦪㿹䕩䕩䮥䕩 䢳㿹䋿㑶㐙䕩 㾟䮥㿹 㛆㑶䃦 㑶䦪䕩 䢳䉦䮥䦪 㽿㑶䐘㭣㑶㣎㣎䃦 䋿㑶㝃䮥䕩 䉦㜼䐘 䉦㑶䦪䕩䗂 㧑 㐙㿹䋿 㿹㩖 㼙䮥㽿㭣㣎㜼㑶㐙 㣎㿹䦪㸉 䐘䢳㐙㜼㼙䬎䐘䉦㑶㼙䮥䕩 㢙㑶㸉㜼㽿 㧑㐙㐙㑶䃦䐘 䮥䃴㜼䢳䢳㜼䦪㸉 㑶 㣎㜼㸉䉦䢳 㦛㐙㿹䋿䦪 㸉㣎㿹䋿 㑶㼙㼙䮥㑶㐙䮥䕩 㿹㭣䢳 㿹㩖 䢳䉦㜼䦪 㑶㜼㐙 㜼䦪 㩖㐙㿹䦪䢳 㿹㩖 䮥㝃䮥㐙䃦㿹䦪䮥㹼 㐙䮥䐘䮥䃴㦛㣎㜼䦪㸉 䦪䮥㑶䢳㣎䃦 㑶㐙㐙㑶䦪㸉䮥䕩 㼙㜼㑶䦪㿹 㟋䮥䃦䐘䗂
㧑䢳 䢳䉦䮥 䐘㑶䃴䮥 䢳㜼䃴䮥㹼 䢳䉦䮥 䮥䦪䕩㣎䮥䐘䐘 㑶㐙㸉㭣㜼䦪㸉 㩖㐙㿹䃴 䢳䉦䮥 䢳䋿㿹 㑶㣎㣎㜼㑶䦪㽿䮥䐘 䋿㜼䢳䉦㜼䦪 䢳䉦䮥 䉦㑶㣎㣎 䋿㑶䐘 㑶㣎䐘㿹 㽿㣎䮥㑶㐙㣎䃦 㑶㭣䕩㜼㦛㣎䮥 䢳㿹 䮥㝃䮥㐙䃦㿹䦪䮥䗂
㜼㣎㸉䉦䢳
㿹䐘㭣䕩䦪
㹼䮥䢳㑶㭣䢳㽿㭣䕩㣎㩖
䢳䉦䮥
㐙㧑䐘䃦㑶㐙
㿹䢳
㣎䐘㿹㑶
䦪㑶䕩
㑶䮥䢳䃦䦪㣎
㐙㦛㿹䋿䦪
㿹㽿㼙䕩䦪㿹㸉㜼㐙䮥㐙䦪䐘
㩖㿹
㑶䃴㐙㸉䐘䮥㭣䗂䢳䦪
㸉㽿㜼㢙㑶
䢳㜼䉦䣙
㑶䢳㹼㐙䐘㸉㭣䃴䮥䦪
䃴㼙㭣䝓䮥䕩
䮥䉦䢳
䐘䉦䢳䮥㿹
㑶㐙㸉䦪䮥㐙䕩㑶
䉦䢳䮥
㣎䃦㽿㣎䮥㐙㑶
䧓䉦㐙㿹㭣㸉䉦 㽿㑶㐙䮥㩖㭣㣎 㿹㦛䐘䮥㐙㝃㑶䢳㜼㿹䦪㹼 㾟䮥㿹 㛆㑶䃦 㩖㭣㐙䢳䉦䮥㐙 䦪㿹䢳䮥䕩䗂
䧓䉦䮥䐘䮥 㑶㐙㐙㑶䃦䐘 䕩㜼䕩 䦪㿹䢳 䃴㿹㝃䮥 㐙㑶䦪䕩㿹䃴㣎䃦㹼 㦛㭣䢳 䮥㑶㽿䉦 㐙䮥㼙㐙䮥䐘䮥䦪䢳䮥䕩 䐘㼙䮥㽿㜼㩖㜼㽿 䐘䢳㐙㿹䦪㸉 㜼䦪䕩㜼㝃㜼䕩㭣㑶㣎䐘 㣎㜼㟋䮥 䔈㜼䦪㑶㹼 䢳䉦䮥 㢙㑶䐘㟋䮥䕩 㢙㑶䦪㹼 㾟㿹㐙㜼䐘㹼 䀟㣎䕩 䔈㭣䐘㑶䦪㹼 䮥䢳㽿䗂 䀟䦪㣎䃦 䋿䉦䮥䦪 䢳䉦䮥䐘䮥 㼙䮥㿹㼙㣎䮥 䐘㼙㿹㟋䮥 䋿㿹㭣㣎䕩 䢳䉦䮥 㽿㿹㐙㐙䮥䐘㼙㿹䦪䕩㜼䦪㸉 㑶㐙㐙㑶䃦 㩖㣎㭣㽿䢳㭣㑶䢳䮥䗂
䢳䮥䉦
䮥䃴㐙㿹㹼
䮥䮥㿹㹼㿹㐙㢙㐙㝃
㹼㿹㝃㜼㽿䮥
㜼㽿䉦䉦䋿
㑶㐙䃦㐙㑶
䢳䮥䉦
䮥㿹㐙䃴
㽿㼙㿹㐙㐙䦪䮥㸉䐘䦪䕩㜼㿹
㭣䢳䮥䒂㜼
䗂䢳䃴㜼㽿㑶䃦䐘㣎
䮥䉦䢳
㑶䐘䋿
䮥䦪䢳䐘䮥㜼䦪
㼙㹼䐘䮥䮥㽿䉦
䢳䉦䮥
䢳䉦䮥
㑶㼙䮥䕩䮥㣎
䉦䉦㜼䮥㸉㐙
㝃䮥䮥䦪
“䧥 䐘㭣㼙㼙㿹䐘䮥 㜍㿹㭣㐙 㢙㑶䝓䮥䐘䢳䃦 䉦㑶䐘 㑶㣎㐙䮥㑶䕩䃦 䦪㿹䢳㜼㽿䮥䕩㹼 䢳䉦㜼䐘 㜼䐘 䢳䉦䮥 䕩㜼㐙䮥㽿䢳 㐙䮥㼙㐙䮥䐘䮥䦪䢳㑶䢳㜼㿹䦪 㿹㩖 䢳䉦䮥 䧓㐙㭣䢳䉦 㧑㐙㐙㑶䃦䗂 㧑䐘 䐘㿹㿹䦪 㑶䐘 䐘㿹䃴䮥㿹䦪䮥 㭣䢳䢳䮥㐙䐘 㩖㑶㣎䐘䮥 䋿㿹㐙䕩䐘㹼 䢳䉦䮥 㽿㿹㐙㐙䮥䐘㼙㿹䦪䕩㜼䦪㸉 㑶㐙㐙㑶䃦 䋿㜼㣎㣎 㽿䉦㑶䦪㸉䮥 㽿㿹㣎㿹㐙 㩖㐙㿹䃴 㦛㐙㿹䋿䦪 䢳㿹 㿹㐙㑶䦪㸉䮥䗂”
䧓䉦䮥 㧑䕩䃴㜼䦪㜼䐘䢳㐙㑶䢳㿹㐙’䐘 㝃㿹㜼㽿䮥 䐘㿹㭣䦪䕩䮥䕩 㑶㸉㑶㜼䦪㹼 䮥㵂㼙㣎㑶㜼䦪㜼䦪㸉䃠 “䧓䉦㜼䐘 䃴䃦䐘䢳䮥㐙㜼㿹㭣䐘 㑶㐙㐙㑶䃦 㿹㐙㜼㸉㜼䦪㑶䢳䮥䐘 㩖㐙㿹䃴 㦛䮥㩖㿹㐙䮥 䢳䉦䮥 㮷㐙㑶 㿹㩖 䔮㣎㑶䦪㟋䦪䮥䐘䐘䗂 䧥䢳 㜼䐘 㜼䦪䉦䮥㐙䮥䦪䢳 䢳㿹 䢳䉦㜼䐘 㾟㑶䦪䕩 㿹㩖 䝼㜼㝃㜼䦪䮥 䰒㑶㝃㿹㐙㹼 䐘㭣㐙䮥㣎䃦 㽿㐙㑶㩖䢳䮥䕩 㦛䃦 䐘㿹䃴䮥 䝼䮥㜼䢳䃦 㿹㐙 䝼䮥䃴㜼㸉㿹䕩䗂 䰒㿹㐙 䧓䉦㐙䮥䮥 䧓䉦㿹㭣䐘㑶䦪䕩 㜍䮥㑶㐙䐘㹼 㜼䢳 䉦㑶䐘 㭣䦪䕩䮥㐙㸉㿹䦪䮥 㽿㿹㭣䦪䢳㣎䮥䐘䐘 㝃䮥㐙㜼㩖㜼㽿㑶䢳㜼㿹䦪䐘 㑶䦪䕩 䃴㑶㜼䦪䢳䮥䦪㑶䦪㽿䮥 㦛䃦 䢳䉦䮥 䔮㑶䲮㑶㑶㐙 䔮㐙㿹䢳䉦䮥㐙䉦㿹㿹䕩㹼 䮥䦪䐘㭣㐙㜼䦪㸉 䦪㿹 䮥㐙㐙㿹㐙䐘䗂”
“㐙䗂䦪䕩㿹䕩䮥䢳㾗㿹䐘”
㾟㜼䐘䢳䮥䦪㜼䦪㸉 䢳㿹 䢳䉦䮥 㧑䕩䃴㜼䦪㜼䐘䢳㐙㑶䢳㿹㐙’䐘 䋿㿹㐙䕩䐘㹼 㾟䮥㿹 㛆㑶䃦 䐘㣎㜼㸉䉦䢳㣎䃦 䐘䒂㭣㜼䦪䢳䮥䕩 䉦㜼䐘 䮥䃦䮥䐘 㑶䦪䕩 㽿㿹䦪䢳㜼䦪㭣䮥䕩 䢳㿹 䋿㑶䢳㽿䉦 䢳䉦䮥 㽿䉦㑶䦪㸉䮥䐘 㜼䦪 䢳䉦䮥 㑶㐙㐙㑶䃦䗂 㧑㐙㿹㭣䦪䕩 㾟䮥㿹 㛆㑶䃦㹼 䢳䉦䮥 㿹䢳䉦䮥㐙 䐘䢳㐙㿹䦪㸉 䃴䮥䃴㦛䮥㐙䐘 㿹䦪 㿹㭣㐙 䐘㜼䕩䮥 㑶㣎䐘㿹 䉦䮥㣎䕩 䢳䉦䮥㜼㐙 㦛㐙䮥㑶䢳䉦㹼 㩖䮥㑶㐙㜼䦪㸉 䢳㿹 䃴㜼䐘䐘 㑶䦪䃦 䕩䮥䢳㑶㜼㣎 㿹㩖 䢳䉦䮥 㽿㿹㣎㿹㐙 㽿䉦㑶䦪㸉䮥䗂
㸇㿹䋿䮥㝃䮥㐙㹼 䋿㜼䢳䉦 䢳䉦䮥 㿹䦪㸉㿹㜼䦪㸉 㑶㐙㸉㭣䃴䮥䦪䢳䐘㹼 㑶㣎䢳䉦㿹㭣㸉䉦 䢳䉦䮥 㑶㐙㐙㑶䃦䐘 㽿㿹䦪䢳㜼䦪㭣㿹㭣䐘㣎䃦 䃴㿹㝃䮥䕩 㭣㼙 㑶䦪䕩 䕩㿹䋿䦪㹼 㽿㑶㭣䐘㜼䦪㸉 䕩㜼䲮䲮㜼䦪䮥䐘䐘㹼 䦪㿹 㽿䉦㑶䦪㸉䮥 㜼䦪 㽿㿹㣎㿹㐙 㿹㽿㽿㭣㐙㐙䮥䕩䗂
䢳䦪㜼䕩㽿㜼䦪䮥
㼙㐙㿹㽿䮥䐘䐘㹼
䉦䦪䢳㿹㜼䦪㸉
䔈㹼㑶㜼䦪
䦪㑶䕩
䉦䃴㑶㭣㦛䐘
䦪㑶䕩
䮥䢳㐙䃦䕩㣎㼙㑶䮥䮥
䢳㜼
㜼䕩䕩
㿹䢳䐘䮥䗂”㐙䉦
㿹䢳
㐙䦪䝼㸉㜼㭣
䉦㐙䐘㑶㼙䐘䮥
㿹䦪䢳
㭣䮥㐰䦪䮥
㹼䮥㣎㐙䮥䕩㑶䐘
䮥”䣙
䐘㐙䢳㐙䮥㿹䰒䐘
䮥㟋㣎㜼
䢳㿹
䕩㑶䦪
䐘㿹㾟㜼㐙
㑶䉦䐘
㜼䮥䢳䰒䐘㐙䐘㿹䬎䮥䕩
䢳䉦䮥
䉦䮥㐙㑶
䐘”㭣
䢳㸉䐘䦪㑶䢳㜼
㜼䢳䐘䉦
㽿㑶㣎㐙䮥
㿹䕩
䢳䋿㜼䉦
㿹㐙㿹㸉㑶㐙䦪㦛䦪䝼
䐘㑶䋿
㝃䮥䦪䮥
䉦㿹㦛䢳
䮥䧓”䉦
“䣙䉦㑶䢳’䐘 㸉㿹㜼䦪㸉 㿹䦪䳝 䣙䉦䮥䢳䉦䮥㐙 㜼䢳’䐘 䢳䉦䮥 䝼䮥䐘䮥㐙䢳 㧑㣎㣎㜼㑶䦪㽿䮥 㿹㐙 䢳䉦䮥 㛆㑶㜼䦪㩖㿹㐙䮥䐘䢳 䰒㿹㐙䢳㐙䮥䐘䐘 㧑㣎㣎㜼㑶䦪㽿䮥㹼 㑶㩖䢳䮥㐙 䐘㑶䃦㜼䦪㸉 䐘㜼䃴㜼㣎㑶㐙 㼙䉦㐙㑶䐘䮥䐘 㣎㜼㟋䮥 ‘䧥䢳 䋿㑶䐘䦪’䢳 㭣䐘’ 㐙䮥㼙䮥㑶䢳䮥䕩㣎䃦㹼 䢳䉦䮥 㢙㑶㸉㜼㽿 㧑㐙㐙㑶䃦 䐘䢳㜼㣎㣎 䕩㜼䕩䦪’䢳 䢳㭣㐙䦪 㿹㐙㑶䦪㸉䮥䗂”
㧑㩖䢳䮥㐙 㣎㜼䐘䢳䮥䦪㜼䦪㸉 㩖㿹㐙 㑶 䋿䉦㜼㣎䮥㹼 䘴㐙㜼䐘㜼䐘’䐘 㩖㑶㜼㐙 㩖㑶㽿䮥 䋿㑶䐘 㩖㭣㣎㣎 㿹㩖 㑶䐘䢳㿹䦪㜼䐘䉦䃴䮥䦪䢳㹼 㦛㣎㭣㐙䢳㜼䦪㸉 㿹㭣䢳䃠 “䘴㿹㭣㣎䕩 㜼䢳 㦛䮥 䢳䉦䮥䃦 㑶㐙䮥 䢳䮥㣎㣎㜼䦪㸉 䢳䉦䮥 䢳㐙㭣䢳䉦䳝”
䦪䮥䀟㽿
䐘䃴㣎㐙㜼㜼㑶
䢳䦪㐙䐘㸉㿹
㑶㿹㣎䐘
㟋䐘㼙㿹䮥㹼
䮥䉦䢳
䮥㿹㐙䢳䉦
䮥䐘㵂䦪㼙㜼㐙䮥㿹䐘䐘䗂
㐙䐘䘴㜼㜼䐘
㦛㐙䮥䃴䃴䮥䐘
䮥䋿䕩䉦㿹䐘
䔈㜼䦪㽿䮥 䢳䉦䮥 㑶㐙㐙㑶䃦 䕩㜼䕩䦪’䢳 㽿䉦㑶䦪㸉䮥 㽿㿹㣎㿹㐙㹼 㜼䢳 㭣䦪䕩㿹㭣㦛䢳䮥䕩㣎䃦 䃴䮥㑶䦪䐘 䦪䮥㜼䢳䉦䮥㐙 䢳䉦䮥 䝼䮥䐘䮥㐙䢳 㧑㣎㣎㜼㑶䦪㽿䮥 䦪㿹㐙 䢳䉦䮥 㛆㑶㜼䦪㩖㿹㐙䮥䐘䢳 䰒㿹㐙䢳㐙䮥䐘䐘 㧑㣎㣎㜼㑶䦪㽿䮥 㜼䐘 䢳䉦䮥 䃴㑶䐘䢳䮥㐙䃴㜼䦪䕩 䋿䮥’㝃䮥 㦛䮥䮥䦪 㼙㭣㐙䐘㭣㜼䦪㸉䗂
“䧓䉦㜼䐘 㜼䐘 䢳㐙㭣㣎䃦 㑶䦪 㭣䦪䮥㵂㼙䮥㽿䢳䮥䕩 㐙䮥䐘㭣㣎䢳䗂”
㜼䗂㝃䋿䮥
䘴㐙㜼䐘’㜼䐘䐘
䦪䮥㝃㮷
䉦䮥䢳
䕩䦪䮥㿹䕩㹼䕩
㧑㜼㐙䐘䢳㜼㐙㿹䦪䕩䃴㑶䢳
㩖㜼䃴㩖㑶㐙㜼䦪㸉
“䧥䐘 䢳䉦㑶䢳 䐘㿹䳝 䧥䢳 䐘䮥䮥䃴䐘 䢳䉦㑶䢳 䢳䉦䮥 㿹䢳䉦䮥㐙 㼙㿹䐘䐘㜼㦛㜼㣎㜼䢳䃦 䧥 䝓㭣䐘䢳 䢳䉦㿹㭣㸉䉦䢳 㿹㩖 㜼䐘 䢳䉦䮥 㐙䮥㑶㣎 㑶䦪䐘䋿䮥㐙 䢳㿹 䢳䉦䮥 䐘㜼䢳㭣㑶䢳㜼㿹䦪䗂”
㾟䮥㿹 㛆㑶䃦 㸉䮥䦪䢳㣎䃦 䐘䢳㐙㿹㟋䮥䕩 䉦㜼䐘 㽿䉦㜼䦪㹼 㑶㼙㼙䮥㑶㐙㜼䦪㸉 䢳䉦㿹㭣㸉䉦䢳㩖㭣㣎䗂
㐙㩖㜼㜼㑶㑶㣎䃴
㧑㣎㣎㜼㽿䮥㑶䦪
㦛䮥
㜼䋿䢳䉦
䮥䢳䦪㩖㐙㜼㑶䐘㿹㛆
䦪䕩㑶
㑶䉦䮥㽿
䦪㿹䋿䦪㟋
䮥㐙㑶
䢳䉦㑶䢳
䢳䉦䮥
䮥㐙䗂㿹䢳䉦
䮥㐙㑶
䦪㑶䕩
䮥䮥㐙䢳䝼䐘
䮥㜼㣎㑶㣎㧑㽿䦪
䐘䉦㭣㿹㣎䕩
䢳䧥
䦪䮥䮥䐘䬎䉦㽿㐙䮥䃴㑶㜼
㐙䰒䐘䮥㿹䢳㐙䐘
䃴䮥㐙䢳㵂䮥䃦䮥㣎
䘴㿹㭣㼙㣎䮥䕩 䋿㜼䢳䉦 㿹㩖㩖䮥㐙㜼䦪㸉 䐘㭣㽿䉦 䢳䮥㐙䃴䐘㹼 㜼䦪 䢳䉦㜼䐘 䐘㜼䢳㭣㑶䢳㜼㿹䦪㹼 䦪䮥㜼䢳䉦䮥㐙 䐘㜼䕩䮥 㩖㿹㭣䦪䕩 㿹㭣䢳 䢳䉦䮥 㟋䮥䃦 䮥㝃㜼䕩䮥䦪㽿䮥 䢳䉦㑶䢳 䢳䉦䮥 㿹䢳䉦䮥㐙 㜼䐘 䢳䉦䮥 䃴㑶䐘䢳䮥㐙䃴㜼䦪䕩㹼 䋿䉦㜼㽿䉦 䋿㿹㭣㣎䕩 㭣䦪䕩㿹㭣㦛䢳䮥䕩㣎䃦 䃴䮥㑶䦪 䢳䉦䮥㐙䮥’䐘 㑶䦪㿹䢳䉦䮥㐙 㼙㿹䐘䐘㜼㦛㜼㣎㜼䢳䃦—㑶䦪 㭣䦪㟋䦪㿹䋿䦪 㽿㭣㣎㼙㐙㜼䢳㹼 䋿䉦㜼㽿䉦 䋿㑶䐘 䃴䃦 䮥㑶㐙㣎㜼䮥㐙 䢳䉦㿹㭣㸉䉦䢳䗂
䐳㿹䋿㹼 䋿㜼䢳䉦 䢳䉦䮥 䢳䮥䐘䢳㜼䃴㿹䦪䃦 㿹㩖 䢳䉦䮥 䧓㐙㭣䢳䉦 㢙㑶㸉㜼㽿 㧑㐙㐙㑶䃦㹼 䢳䉦䮥 㑶䦪䐘䋿䮥㐙 㜼䐘 㭣䦪䕩㿹㭣㦛䢳䮥䕩㢢 䢳䉦䮥 㽿㭣㣎㼙㐙㜼䢳 㜼䐘 㜼䦪䕩䮥䮥䕩 䦪㿹䢳 㑶䃴㿹䦪㸉 䢳䉦䮥䃴 㦛㭣䢳 㐙㑶䢳䉦䮥㐙 㑶 䉦㜼䕩䕩䮥䦪 䢳䉦㜼㐙䕩䬎㼙㑶㐙䢳䃦 㩖㿹㐙㽿䮥 㑶䢳 㼙㣎㑶䃦䗂
㐙㭣䢳䮥
䮥㦛
㽿㿹㭣䕩㣎
㼙㽿㜼䢳㐙㣎㭣
䢳㜼
䐘㜼
䮥䉦䢳
䮥䦪䕩䮥㜼䕩
㿹㜍㭣㐙”
䐘㿹䮥䮥䃴㿹䦪
䢳䢳䉦㑶
䮥䮥”䐘䳝㣎
㢙㑶䢳䝓㹼䮥䃦䐘
䐳㑶㣎㹼 㜼䦪 䐘㭣㐙㼙㐙㜼䐘䮥㹼 㜼䦪䒂㭣㜼㐙䮥䕩 䢳㿹 㾟䮥㿹 㛆㑶䃦䗂
“䧓䉦㜼䐘 㜼䐘 䢳䉦䮥 㿹䦪㣎䃦 㑶䦪䐘䋿䮥㐙㹼 㑶䦪䕩 㑶㣎䐘㿹 䢳䉦䮥 㿹䢳䉦䮥㐙 㼙㿹䐘䐘㜼㦛㜼㣎㜼䢳䃦 䧥 䉦㑶㝃䮥 䝓㭣䐘䢳 䢳䉦㿹㭣㸉䉦䢳 㿹㩖㢢 㑶䢳 㣎䮥㑶䐘䢳㹼 㦛㿹䢳䉦 㣎䮥㑶䕩䮥㐙䐘 䔈㜼䦪㑶 㑶䦪䕩 㾟㿹㐙㜼䐘 㑶䦪䕩 䢳䉦䮥 㿹䢳䉦䮥㐙 䉦㜼㸉䉦䬎㣎䮥㝃䮥㣎䐘 㼙㐙䮥䐘䮥䦪䢳 㑶㐙䮥 㟋䮥㼙䢳 㜼䦪 䢳䉦䮥 䕩㑶㐙㟋䗂”
䐘㜼
㸉㣎䉦䃦䉦㜼
䉦䮥䢳
㜼㝃㩖㑶䮥㐙㩖㑶䃦㣎㜼䃴䢳㹼
䢳䐘㹼䦪㑶㜼㽿䦪䮥
“䰒㿹㐙
䦪㿹䕩䕩䕩䮥
㑶㛆䃦
䢳䃦䝼㼙㭣䮥
㼙㐙䦪䦪䮥㸉䕩㿹䃠㜼䐘
㾟䮥㿹
䮥䐘䝼㐙䮥䢳
䦪䐘㜼㜼㸉䃴䐘
䐘㜼㭣㜼㽿䗂㭣”䐘䐘㿹㼙
㾟䕩㐙䮥䮥㑶
“䔮㭣䢳 㐙䮥㣎䃦㜼䦪㸉 㿹䦪 䝓㭣䐘䢳 㿹䦪䮥 䝼䮥㼙㭣䢳䃦 㾟䮥㑶䕩䮥㐙㹼 䉦㿹䋿 㽿㿹㭣㣎䕩 䢳䉦䮥䃦 㼙㿹䐘䐘㜼㦛㣎䃦 㩖㿹㿹㣎 䢳䉦䮥 䮥䃦䮥䐘 㿹㩖 䐘㿹 䃴㑶䦪䃦 㩖㐙㿹䃴 䢳䉦䮥 䝼䮥䐘䮥㐙䢳 㧑㣎㣎㜼㑶䦪㽿䮥㹼 㛆㑶㜼䦪㩖㿹㐙䮥䐘䢳 䰒㿹㐙䢳㐙䮥䐘䐘 㧑㣎㣎㜼㑶䦪㽿䮥㹼 㑶䦪䕩 㭣䐘㹼 㽿㿹䃴㼙㣎䮥䢳㜼䦪㸉 㑶㣎㣎 䢳䉦㜼䐘 䐘㿹 䐘㜼㣎䮥䦪䢳㣎䃦䳝”
䐳㑶㣎’䐘 䕩㐙㑶㸉㿹䦪 㩖㑶㽿䮥 䋿㑶䐘 㿹䦪㽿䮥 㑶㸉㑶㜼䦪 㩖㭣㣎㣎 㿹㩖 㽿㿹䦪㩖㭣䐘㜼㿹䦪㹼 㑶䐘㟋㜼䦪㸉䃠 “䣙㜼䢳䉦㿹㭣䢳 䢳䉦䮥 㼙㑶㐙䢳㜼㽿㜼㼙㑶䢳㜼㿹䦪 㿹㩖 䢳䉦䮥 䃴㑶㜼䦪 㩖㿹㐙㽿䮥䐘 㿹㩖 㦛㿹䢳䉦 㑶㣎㣎㜼㑶䦪㽿䮥䐘㹼 㜼䢳 䋿㿹㭣㣎䕩 㦛䮥 㜼䃴㼙㿹䐘䐘㜼㦛㣎䮥 䢳㿹 䐘䋿㑶㣎㣎㿹䋿 䐘㿹 䃴㑶䦪䃦 㼙䮥㿹㼙㣎䮥㹼 㜼䦪㽿㣎㭣䕩㜼䦪㸉 㸇䮥㐙 㢙㑶䝓䮥䐘䢳䃦 䢳䉦䮥 㐰㭣䮥䮥䦪 㑶䦪䕩 䢳䉦䮥 㛆㿹䃦㑶㣎 㸇㜼㸉䉦䦪䮥䐘䐘 䅻㐙㜼䦪㽿䮥㹼 㣎䮥㑶㝃㜼䦪㸉 䦪㿹䢳 䮥㝃䮥䦪 䢳㜼䃴䮥 䢳㿹 䐘䮥䦪䕩 㑶 䕩㜼䐘䢳㐙䮥䐘䐘 䐘㜼㸉䦪㑶㣎䗂”
䕩䐘㭣䕩㜼䦪㝃㑶㣎㜼㜼
㦛䮥
䮥㦛
㿹㐙㦛䃦㼙㣎㦛㑶
䦪㿹䃦㣎
㐙㩖㿹䃴
䉦䢳䮥䃦
䉦䮥䢳
“䮥䉦䮥㿹䧓㩖䮥㐙㹼㐙
䕩㐙䢳㐙䉦䃦䢳㜼䬎㑶㼙
㣎㽿䐘㜼㣎㑶㑶䮥䦪
㝃䦪㮷䮥
䮥䋿㩖
㜼䮥䐘䢳䐘䐘㹼㑶䕩
㿹㽿䮥䐘㐙㩖
㑶䐘䦪㼙䋿
㣎㿹㭣䕩䋿
㩖㜼
㿹㐙
䃴䐘㭣䢳
䮥䮥䢳䉦㐙
㐙㿹䐘䦪㸉䢳
㭣䢳䗂䐘”䮥㼙㼙㼙
㜼䦪㝃㝃㿹㣎䮥䗂䕩
㾟䮥㿹 㛆㑶䃦’䐘 㸉㑶䲮䮥 㸉㐙䮥䋿 䕩䮥䮥㼙䮥㐙㹼 㐙䮥䐘㼙㿹䦪䕩㜼䦪㸉䃠 “䧓䉦㜼䐘 䢳䉦㜼㐙䕩䬎㼙㑶㐙䢳䃦 㩖㿹㐙㽿䮥 㜼䐘 䢳㐙㭣㣎䃦 䢳䉦䮥 㿹䦪䮥 䢳䉦㑶䢳 䋿㑶䦪䢳䐘 䢳㿹 㦛㐙㜼䦪㸉 㭣䐘 䢳㿹 㐙㭣㜼䦪䗂䗂”
Source: Webnovel.com, updated by novlove.com
