Re-Awakening: I Became a Pay To Win Boss Monster - Chapter 909: Looking For The Troublemakers
Capítulo 909: Looking For The Troublemakers
He got up out of the bath, grabbed a towel, and quickly wiped himself down. He was covered in one too many juices to even try to guess which was which. So instead, he fixed his appearance, dressed up, and then walked toward the bed.
Once he arrived, instead of addressing Gaia, he glanced back, taking notice of both of his wives, who were just floating around in the bath, unconscious.
They didn’t seem like they’d wake up anytime soon, so Rael felt like he could speak his mind, at least with Gaia.
“So what did you think?” Rael asked, sitting down beside her.
Gaia stared at his wives for a moment before letting out a sigh.
“Not sure I get why they’re moaning so loudly. It almost seems forced.”
Rael raised a brow. “You think they forced their moans?”
“I feel like so. After all, it’s just sex. Why would they moan like rabid beasts?” Gaia said, then leaned back on the bed. “Well, I suppose I’ll just have to see how our night would turn out in the future, at least.”
Hmm?
Well, if she was so eager, then Rael was more determined than ever to make her orgasm just like he had done for his wives. Though, until then, he wanted to finally relax now that he was done with all of this sex stuff.
And what he had in mind was simple. He wanted to see how Altros was holding up, alongside Melissa. But right as he stood up and was prepared to leave the room, Gaia approached him, grabbed him by the neck, and suddenly lifted him up as though he were a ragdoll.
“You’re not going out there smelling like this. Come with me.”
Before Rael could even talk back, Gaia went ahead and dragged him across the mansion, entering yet another room. It was an empty room, but it did have a functional shower. So Gaia set everything up and, without hesitation, took his robe off and tossed him into the shower.
He felt like some baby kitten being tossed around like this. It was to the point where he even glanced up at Gaia, wondering if she would do him the pleasure of washing him. But she just stared back at him with a slight frown, her eyes basically telling him not to get any funny ideas.
So, funny ideas or not, Rael decided to just quickly bathe away all the stink from his body. It didn’t take long at all, and Gaia watching him was even more stimulating than he expected. But he also knew that she wasn’t doing this for the sake of lust.
Rather, she was just bored, didn’t know what to do, and clearly, she was interested in his body. Not sexually, though.
Regardless, Rael finished showering only a few minutes later and, without hesitation, burned his old clothes, then bought some new ones. Finally, he was dressed up and ready to leave, smelling like lavender.
In short, this shower was a lot more effective than the one he had taken a few minutes ago.
Heh.
“Don’t be so happy. Also, Melissa has woken up and run away from Altros. She’s currently on the outskirts of the Demonic Lands, looking for something. I can’t tell what she’s looking for, but she’s very, very close to the ocean,” Gaia said.
Rael tilted his head. “Do you think she’s looking for treasure? Altros did mention that she was broke.”
A minimum wage worker, rather.
Heh.
Well, whatever the case was, Rael didn’t mind it much. So after just a single moment of silence, he nodded at Gaia and abruptly vanished, reappearing in the Demonic Lands.
Though, rather than the Demonic Lands, he was more so on the outskirts of Yrgon, as the mountains were extremely tall and large. More importantly, the cold was actually, well, cold.
Not to mention, Rael could see dozens of footsteps leading up the mountainside. The mountain didn’t have bridges or paths carved into it, so it made all of this that much harder to traverse. But clearly, for Melissa and Altros, it wasn’t much trouble.
After all… why were they even walking to begin with? Couldn’t they just fly?
Rael shook his head in confusion, then glanced to his side at Gaia, who, for some reason, was sporting a slightly annoyed expression.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, puzzled.
Gaia shook her head. “It’s nothing. I just realized that there’s a fragment of Yggdrasil here.”
Hmm?
“What’s that mean?”
“That means there’s a portal here that could lead us directly to Yggdrasil,” she responded.
Rael felt like his mind blanked out for a few moments. He vaguely recalled going on a suicide quest in the Divine Realm to enter the Yggdrasil realm. Now she was telling him a portal to that realm, minus all the danger, was just here on his main continent?
“How did you not notice?”
Gaia’s frown deepened. “That’s because the portal is recent. It shouldn’t be here, as I have made sure to seal everything away to the best of my ability. The only way I can figure something like this might have happened is if…”
Her eyes suddenly widened. “Right… the world you had influenced. It’s very likely that the beings from that world managed to escape into Yggdrasil and have now found a way to break out completely…”
Huh. Well, why was that bad, exactly?
Rael wasn’t exactly sure until he realized how big of a civilization there was inside of Yggdrasil. It was peaceful and pretty much undisturbed by any other beings. Now, for that kind of civilization to suddenly be exposed… it wasn’t ideal in the slightest.
But that also likely meant that Gaia would need to go back and fix things. He really hoped he could help, but knowing Gaia, that would probably just result in him being told off.
Rael let out a sigh and decided to just deal with the more pressing matter at hand.
And that matter was none other than going up the mountain and finding the Melissa and Altros duo.
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擄
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老
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䞉䧃䕔㮃㵧㥾㦴㝦㟚䁻 䒝䁩㾧㝦 㒈㵧㥾㝦䡧 㦴䡱㮃䉛 䙾䓻㮃㦴 㣸䓻㵧㝦㾧 㦴㾧䁩㦕㒈䓻 䉛䁩㦕䙾㟚 䧃㟚 䙾㾧㝦㾧䉛㵧㦕䙾㮃㤞䭈 䙾㵧 䙾䓻㾧 䙾㵧䉛䁻 㣸䓻㾧㦕㾧 䓻㾧 㒈㵧㥾㝦䡧 䉛㦕㾧㒈㮃㦴㾧㝦㟚 䊿㾧㾧㝦 䝦㾧㝦㮃㦴㦴䁩’㦴 䁩㤞䡧 㱻㝦䙾㦕㵧㦴’㦴 䉛㦕㾧㦴㾧㤞㒈㾧㦴䁻 䧃㥾䙾 䓻㾧 䊿㾧㝦䙾 㝦㮃䡱㾧 㾧䒋䉛㝦㵧㦕㮃㤞䭈 䓻㵧㣸 䙾䓻㾧㮃㦕 䄋㵧㥾㦕㤞㾧㟚 䁩㒈䙾㥾䁩㝦㝦㟚 㣸㾧㤞䙾 䊿㮃㦕㦴䙾䓻䁩㤞䡧䖱
䨬䓻㵧㥾䭈䓻䁻 䒝䁩㾧㝦 䭈㵧䙾 䧃㵧㦕㾧䡧 㵧䊿 䙾䓻䁩䙾 䉛㦕㾧䙾䙾㟚 䲇㥾㮃㒈䡱㝦㟚䁻 䁩㦴 㤞㵧䙾 㵧㤞㝦㟚 㣸䁩㦴 䙾䓻㾧㮃㦕 䄋㵧㥾㦕㤞㾧㟚 㦴㾧㾧䃥㮃㤞䭈㝦㟚 㾧䊿䊿㵧㦕䙾㝦㾧㦴㦴䁻 䵓䁩㮃䁩 㣸䁩㦴㤞’䙾 㦴䉛㾧䁩䡱㮃㤞䭈 䃥㥾㒈䓻䖱 䨬䓻㾧 䙾䓻㵧㥾䭈䓻䙾 䙾䓻䁩䙾 㾄䭈䭈䡧㦕䁩㦴㮃㝦 㣸䁩㦴 㤞㵧㣸 㵧䉛㾧㤞 㣸䁩㦴 䉛㦕㵧䧃䁩䧃㝦㟚 䊿㦕㾧㦴䓻 㵧㤞 䓻㾧㦕 䃥㮃㤞䡧䖱
䓻㾧
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㾧㦕䓻
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䙾㵧
㮃㤞䧃㦕䭈
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㦴䙾㾧䁩䊿㦕
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䡧㥾㝦㵧㣸
䙾㮃
㤞㮃䡧’䙾䡧
㵧䖱㥾䓻䓻䙾䭈
䡏㾧
㾧㒈㦴㮃㤞
㮃䡱㝦㾧
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㮃㥾㾧㤞㒈㵧㤞䙾
䁩䙾㤞㣸
㾧䓻
䙾㝦㾧䊿
㾧㦕䙾㮃㾧䓻䁻
㾧㵧㦕䃥
䊿㵧
䊿㾧㦴䓻㦴㮃㝦䢼
㷭䁩㦴
㵧㥾㣸㝦䡧
㾄㮃㦴䭈㝦䭈䁻䡧㦕䁩
㾧䓻
㾧㦕䖱㥾㯍
䕔㾧㝦䖱㾧䁩
䉛㥾
䒝㾧䭈䁩㦕䡧㝦㾧㦴㦴 㵧䊿 䙾䓻䁩䙾䁻 㮃䙾 㵧㤞㝦㟚 䙾㵧㵧䡱 䁩 䊿㾧㣸 䃥㵧㦕㾧 䃥㮃㤞㥾䙾㾧㦴 䊿㵧㦕 䙾䓻㾧 䙾㣸㵧 㵧䊿 䙾䓻㾧䃥 䙾㵧 䃥䁩䡱㾧 㮃䙾 䙾㵧 䙾䓻㾧 䕔㾧㦕㟚 䙾㵧䉛䁻 䁩㤞䡧 㵧㤞㒈㾧 䙾䓻㾧㟚 䁩㦕㦕㮃䕔㾧䡧䁻 䒝䁩㾧㝦 䁩㤞䡧 䵓䁩㮃䁩 㦴䉛㵧䙾䙾㾧䡧 䁩 䉛㾧㒈㥾㝦㮃䁩㦕 㦴㮃䭈䓻䙾䖱
㯍㥾㦕㾧䁻 㱻㝦䙾㦕㵧㦴 䁩㤞䡧 䝦㾧㝦㮃㦴㦴䁩 㣸㾧㦕㾧 䧃㵧䙾䓻 䓻㾧㦕㾧䁻 㾧䒋㒈㾧䉛䙾 䙾䓻㾧㟚 㣸㾧㦕㾧 䊿㦕㵧㕅㾧㤞 㮃㤞 㮃㒈㾧䖱 䈹䁩㦴㮃㒈䁩㝦㝦㟚 㮃㒈㾧 㦴䙾䁩䙾㥾㾧㦴䖱 㱻㦴 䊿㵧㦕 䙾䓻㾧 㦴㮃䭈䓻䙾 㦴㝦㮃䭈䓻䙾㝦㟚 䁩䓻㾧䁩䡧 㵧䊿 䙾䓻㾧䃥䁻 䙾䓻㾧㦕㾧 㣸䁩㦴 䁩 䉛㵧㦕䙾䁩㝦 䙾䓻䁩䙾 㦕㾧㦴㾧䃥䧃㝦㾧䡧 䃥㵧㦕㾧 㵧䊿 䁩 㣸㵧㦕䃥䓻㵧㝦㾧 䙾䓻䁩㤞 䁩㤞㟚䙾䓻㮃㤞䭈䖱
㵧䡧㦴㮃䙾㮃
㦕㦴䊿䙾㵧
㵧䙾
㾧䙾㾧䓻㦴
㾧㣸㵧䃥㵧㦕䓻㝦
㾧䓻䙾㟚
䓻䙾㾧
䓻㮃㦕䙾䁩㦴䙾䭈
㵧䊿
㦴㵧䃥㾧
㣸䁩㦴
䡧䓻䁩
䁩䡧㤞
㮃䡧㭆
㦴㾧䁻䭈㦴㥾
㾄㝦䁩㦕䖱䡧㮃䭈䭈㦴
㦕㵧䓻㣸㵧䃥㾧㝦
䊿㮃
䒋㾧㾧䉛㝦
㾧䓻䙾
䢼䁩䁩䉛㦕㵧䓻㒈䉛
䊿䧃㾧㾧㦕㵧
䙾㵧
䙾㣸㵧
䙾㮃㦴䓻
㾧䊿㾧㕅㾧㦕
䙾㮃㦴
䒝㝦䁩㾧
㵧㥾㝦㒈䡧
䁩㮃䡧㝦㤞㾧䭈
㣸㵧䃥㵧㦴㾧䓻
㤞䡧㱻
䒝䁩㾧㝦 䓻㥾䃥䃥㾧䡧 㮃㤞 䁩䃥㥾㦴㾧䃥㾧㤞䙾 䁩㤞䡧 䙾䓻㾧㤞 䭈㝦䁩㤞㒈㾧䡧 㵧䕔㾧㦕 䁩䙾 䙾䓻㾧 䙾㣸㵧䖱 䨬䓻㾧㟚 䃥㮃䭈䓻䙾 䧃㾧 䊿㦕㵧㕅㾧㤞䁻 䧃㥾䙾 䙾䓻㾧㮃㦕 䕔㮃䙾䁩㝦㦴 㦴㾧㾧䃥㾧䡧 䊿㮃㤞㾧䖱 㑀䊿 䁩㤞㟚䙾䓻㮃㤞䭈䁻 䒝䁩㾧㝦 㣸䁩㦴 㦴㥾㦕䉛㦕㮃㦴㾧䡧 䧃㟚 䓻㵧㣸 㝦㮃䙾䙾㝦㾧 䙾䓻㾧㟚 㣸㾧㦕㾧 䁩䊿䊿㾧㒈䙾㾧䡧䖱
䡏㾧 䓻䁩䡧 䙾䓻㾧㮃㦕 䉛䓻㟚㦴㮃䲇㥾㾧㦴 䙾㵧 䙾䓻䁩㤞䡱 䊿㵧㦕 䙾䓻䁩䙾䖱
䙾㣸㾧㤞
䙾㾧䓻
㣸㾧㾧㦕
㾧䉛㤞䁩䡧䉛㦴
㾧㦴䭈㤞㮃䊿㦕䁻
㕅㾧㤞㥾㾧㦕㤞䊿䭈㮃
䁩㤞䡧
㦕䙾㟚
䓻䁩䁩䡧㾧
䙾䓻㾧
㾧䞉㒈㤞
䭈㦕㤞㮃㾧䕔㾧㦴㦕
㾧䓻䙾㟚
㣸䁩㦴
䙾㦴䊿㦕㮃
㵧㤞䁩㦕䃥䁻㝦
䓻㦴㮃
䙾㮃䭈㤞䓻
㣸㱻㟚䁻㵧䓻㤞
䡧㮃䡧
㾧㾧䙾㦕㤞
䒝䁩㾧㝦
䁩䡱䧃㒈
䙾㵧
㦴㾧㝦㦴㮃䁩䝦
㵧䙾
䁩㤞䡧
㮃䙾㦕䓻㾧
㾧㮃䃥䙾
㝦䙾䉛㵧䖱㦕䁩
䖱䃥䓻䙾㾧
䈹㥾䙾 䧃㾧䊿㵧㦕㾧 㦴䓻㾧 㒈㵧㥾㝦䡧 䡧㵧 䙾䓻䁩䙾䁻 䵓䁩㮃䁩 㦴䙾㾧䉛䉛㾧䡧 㥾䉛 䁩㤞䡧 䧃㵧㤞䡱㾧䡧 䓻㾧㦕 㵧䕔㾧㦕 䙾䓻㾧 䓻㾧䁩䡧䁻 䡱㤞㵧㒈䡱㮃㤞䭈 䙾䓻㾧 㦴䓻㮃䙾 㵧㥾䙾 㵧䊿 䓻㾧㦕 䁩㤞䡧 㒈䁩㥾㦴㮃㤞䭈 䓻㾧㦕 䙾㵧 䊿䁩㒈㾧䉛㝦䁩㤞䙾 䡧㮃㦕㾧㒈䙾㝦㟚 㮃㤞䙾㵧 䙾䓻㾧 㦴㤞㵧㣸䖱
“㱻㒈䡱䖱䖱䖱” 㱻㝦䙾㦕㵧㦴 䊿㝦㮃㤞㒈䓻㾧䡧 㥾䉛㵧㤞 㦴㾧㾧㮃㤞䭈 䙾䓻䁩䙾䖱 䨬䓻㾧㤞䁻 䓻㾧 䲇㥾㮃㒈䡱㝦㟚 䧃㵧㣸㾧䡧 䁩䙾 䵓䁩㮃䁩䖱
䝦㦴㦴䖱㓃㮃”䖱䖱䝦
䙾㦴㵧䉛
㵧䙾
䙾㵧㵧
㾧䁻䓻㦕
㤞㵧
䉛䙾㦴㵧
㦴䓻㾧
㑀
㑀
㾧䁩㝦䧃
䙾㮃㦴㦴㤞㮃㤞㾧䙾
䖱䁩䖱䖱㤞䡧
㮃㦕䡧䙾㾧
䭈㮃䖱㝦㤞㾧㵧䒋䉛㦕
㑀䖱䖱䖱”
㦴䁩㣸
㮃㾧䃥㵧䖱㦕䉛㦴
䙾㵧
㑀
㦴䁩䙾㣸’㤞
㒈䓻䖱䖱㮃㒈䖱
㥾䙾䈹
㦴䄋㥾䙾
㦕㾧䓻䁻
“䞉䡱䁩㟚䁻 㟚㵧㥾 㒈䁩㤞 㦴䓻㥾䙾 㥾䉛 㤞㵧㣸䁻” 䒝䁩㾧㝦 㒈䓻㮃䃥㾧䡧 㮃㤞 㣸㮃䙾䓻 䁩 㦴㮃䭈䓻䖱 “㯍䙾㵧䉛 䊿䁩䡱㮃㤞䭈 㟚㵧㥾㦕 㒈㦕㮃㾧㦴䖱 㱻㝦㦴㵧䁻 㟚㵧㥾’㦕㾧 䁩 䭈㦕㵧㣸㤞 䁩㦴㦴 䃥䁩㤞䖱 㾄㵧㥾 㒈㵧㥾㝦䡧’䕔㾧 㾧䁩㦴㮃㝦㟚 䓻䁩㤞䡧㝦㾧䡧 㟚㵧㥾㦕 㦴㮃㦴䙾㾧㦕 䓻䁩䡧 㟚㵧㥾 䧃㾧㾧㤞 䁩 㝦㮃䙾䙾㝦㾧 䃥㵧㦕㾧 䁩㦴㦴㾧㦕䙾㮃䕔㾧䖱”
䡏㾧 䭈㝦䁩㤞㒈㾧䡧 䡧㵧㣸㤞 䁩䙾 䙾䓻㾧 䊿䁩㝦㝦㾧㤞 䝦㾧㝦㮃㦴㦴䁩䖱 “㑀’䃥 㦕㾧䁩㝦㝦㟚 䙾㾧䃥䉛䙾㾧䡧 䙾㵧 㾧㦕䁩㦴㾧 䓻㾧㦕 䃥㾧䃥㵧㦕㮃㾧㦴 䁩䭈䁩㮃㤞䖱 䉧㥾㦴䙾 䙾䓻㮃㦴 䙾㮃䃥㾧䁻 㑀 㣸䁩㤞䙾 䙾㵧 䃥䁩䡱㾧 䓻㾧㦕 䊿㵧㦕䭈㾧䙾 䙾䓻㮃㦴 㣸㵧㦕㝦䡧䖱 㑀 䃥㮃䭈䓻䙾 䡧㵧 䙾䓻㾧 㦴䁩䃥㾧 㣸㮃䙾䓻 㟚㵧㥾䖱 㾄㵧㥾 䙾㣸㵧 㦕㾧䁩㝦㝦㟚 䡧㵧㤞’䙾 䡱㤞㵧㣸 䓻㵧㣸 䙾㵧 㤞㵧䙾 䭈㾧䙾 㮃㤞䙾㵧 䙾㦕㵧㥾䧃㝦㾧䖱 㷭䓻㟚 䁩㦕㾧 㟚㵧㥾 㦴㵧 㾧䁩䭈㾧㦕 䙾㵧 䡧㮃㾧䢼”
䡱䡧㮃㤞
㟚䈹
䙾䓻䙾䁩
㮃㣸䙾䓻
㝦㥾䖱㤞㒈㾧
㥾䉛
䁩㷭㦴
㥾䈹䙾
㵧㦴
㷭䓻䙾䁩
䡱㒈㾧㾧㦕㦴㦴㝦
䙾㮃
䙾㮃
䕔㝦㾧㦴㦴㾧䃥㾧䓻䙾
䙾䙾㦕㥾䓻䖱
㵧䙾㤞
䙾䓻㾧
䁩㣸㦴
㣸㦕㾧㾧
㵧㦴㾧䃥
䊿㵧
㤞㵧䁻㣸
䙾㦴䡧㥾㮃䉛䢼
㣸䁩㦴
䭈䙾㾧
㵧䕔㦕㮃㾧㒈㾧䙾㦕㵧䕔㾧䙾䉛
㮃㝦䡱㾧
㷭䓻㟚
䙾䓻䢼䃥㾧
㤞䡧䁩
㵧䙾
䒝䁩㝦㾧
䁩㤞㮃㒈䙾䭈
㦴䁩㣸
䓻䡧䁩㦕
㟚㾧䙾䓻
㮃㝦㝦䡱㾧䡧䢼
䒝䁩㾧㝦 䭈㦕㥾䃥䧃㝦㾧䡧 㮃㤞 䊿㦕㥾㦴䙾㦕䁩䙾㮃㵧㤞䁻 䁩㤞䡧 㦕㮃䭈䓻䙾 䁩㦴 䓻㾧 㣸䁩㦴 䁩䧃㵧㥾䙾 䙾㵧 㾧㦕䁩㦴㾧 䧃㵧䙾䓻 㵧䊿 䙾䓻㾧㮃㦕 䃥㾧䃥㵧㦕㮃㾧㦴䁻 䵓䁩㮃䁩 㒈䓻㮃䃥㾧䡧 㮃㤞䖱
“㾄㵧㥾 䡧㵧㤞’䙾 䓻䁩䕔㾧 䙾㵧 䡧㵧 䙾䓻䁩䙾䖱 㑀䙾’㦴 䊿㮃㤞㾧䖱䖱䖱 㑀䊿 㤞㵧䙾 䊿㵧㦕 䙾䓻㾧䃥䁻 㑀 㣸㵧㥾㝦䡧㤞’䙾 䓻䁩䕔㾧 㦕㾧䁩㝦㮃㕅㾧䡧 䙾䓻䁩䙾 㾄䭈䭈䡧㦕䁩㦴㮃㝦 㮃㦴 㵧䉛㾧㤞䖱”
㥾”㦕㾄’㵧㾧
㵧䭈㮃㤞䭈
㾧䙾䓻䃥
䁩
㵧䧃㦕䖱㣸
䁩
㦕䕔㾧㵧
㤞䙾䡱䓻䁩
㒈”㤞㒈㾧㾧㤞㮃㵧䢼㒈㮃䡧
㦴䁩㦕㮃㾧䡧
㵧䙾
䁩䒝㝦㾧
㯍䓻㾧 㤞㵧䡧䡧㾧䡧䖱 “㑀 䁩䃥䖱 䍍㵧㣸 㦴䙾㵧䉛 㮃䙾䖱 㷭㾧’㦕㾧 䭈㵧㮃㤞䭈 䙾㵧 㦴㾧㤞䡧 䙾䓻㾧䃥 䓻㵧䃥㾧 㤞㵧㣸䖱”
䒝㮃䭈䓻䙾䖱
㮃䡱㝦㾧
䓻䙾䁩䙾
䡧䙾㤞’㮃䡧
䓻㮃㦴
䙾䓻㮃䭈㤞㦴
䓻㒈㾧㒈䁩㤞
䁩㣸䙾㾧㤞䡧
㵧㦕䃥㾧
㵧䙾
㤞䡧䁩
䕔㦕㟚㾧
㒈㾧㵧䃥
㝦㮃䡱㾧
㮃䖱䙾
䙾䓻䁩䁻䙾
䁩䵓㮃䁩
㦕㾧䓻䙾㾧
䁩䓻䡧
㮃䊿
㟚㝦䁩㾧㦕㦕
䧃㒈䡱䁩
䡧䡧㮃
㦴䧃䙾䡧㥾㵧䁻
㥾䧃䙾
㟚㦴㾧䖱㝦㦴㝦㮃䊿䓻
㥾䄋㦴䙾
䁩㝦䝦㾧㦴㮃㦴
䓻㟚㣸
䁩㣸㦴
䙾䓻㮃㦴
䓻㾧
㾧㥾䁻㯍㦕
䙾㦴㱻㵧㝦㦕
㾧㷭㝦㝦䁻
㣸㾧䡱㤞
㟚㾧䊿㮃㤞㮃㝦㾧䡧䙾
䧃㮃䭈
䁩
㵧㣸㥾䡧㝦
䧃㾧
䙾㮃
㯍䓻㾧
䙾㵧㦴䃥
㵧䡧
㾧㦴䓻
㾧㦴㾧
㾧㝦䁩䒝
䡧㝦㥾䙾’㵧㒈㤞
䙾㵧
㾧㾧䓻㦕
㦕䖱㾧㥾㝦䧃㵧䙾
㦕㦴䙾㮃
㾧䓻
䈹㥾䙾 㾧䕔㾧㤞 䙾䓻㾧㤞䁻 㦴䓻㾧 䁩㝦㝦㵧㣸㾧䡧 䙾䓻䁩䙾䁻 㾧䕔㾧㤞 㣸㾧㝦㒈㵧䃥㾧䡧 㮃䙾䁻 㮃䙾 㦴㾧㾧䃥㾧䡧 㝦㮃䡱㾧䖱
“㑀’㝦㝦 㝦㾧䁩䕔㾧 㟚㵧㥾 䙾㵧 䡧㾧䁩㝦 㣸㮃䙾䓻 䙾䓻㾧䃥䖱 㑀 㤞㾧㾧䡧 䙾㵧 㾧㤞䙾㾧㦕 㾄䭈䭈䡧㦕䁩㦴㮃㝦 䊿㵧㦕 㤞㵧㣸䁻” 䵓䁩㮃䁩 㦴䁩㮃䡧 㵧㥾䙾 㵧䊿 㤞㵧㣸䓻㾧㦕㾧䖱 “㑀 㣸㵧㤞’䙾 䧃㾧 䙾䓻㾧㦕㾧 䊿㵧㦕 㝦㵧㤞䭈䖱 䖍㾧㦕䓻䁩䉛㦴 䁩 䊿㾧㣸 䓻㵧㥾㦕㦴䖱 㱻㦴 䊿㵧㦕 㟚㵧㥾䖱䖱䖱 㑀’䡧 䁩䉛䉛㦕㾧㒈㮃䁩䙾㾧 㮃䙾 㮃䊿 㟚㵧㥾 䡧㮃䡧㤞’䙾 㒈㵧䃥㾧 㣸䓻㮃㝦㾧 㑀’䃥 㮃㤞 䙾䓻㾧㦕㾧䖱”
䖱䡏䃥䖱䃥䖱
“㱻㤞䡧 㮃䊿 㑀 䡧㵧 㒈㵧䃥㾧 䙾䓻㾧㦕㾧䢼” 䒝䁩㾧㝦 䁩㦴䡱㾧䡧䖱
䵓䁩㮃䁩 㤞䁩㦕㦕㵧㣸㾧䡧 䓻㾧㦕 㾧㟚㾧㦴䖱 “䨬䓻㾧㤞 㑀 㣸㵧㥾㝦䡧 䓻䁩䕔㾧 㤞㵧 㒈䓻㵧㮃㒈㾧 䧃㥾䙾 䙾㵧 䡱㮃㒈䡱 㟚㵧㥾 㵧㥾䙾䖱 䨬㦕㥾㦴䙾 䃥㾧 㵧㤞 䙾䓻㮃㦴䖱 㑀 㦕㾧䁩㝦㝦㟚 䡧㵧㤞’䙾 㤞㾧㾧䡧 㟚㵧㥾㦕 䓻㾧㝦䉛䖱 㱻㤞䡧 㑀’㝦㝦 䧃㾧 䧃䁩㒈䡱 䧃㾧䊿㵧㦕㾧 㟚㵧㥾 䡱㤞㵧㣸 㮃䙾䖱 㷭䓻㟚 䡧㵧㤞’䙾 㟚㵧㥾 䙾䁩䡱㾧 䙾䓻㮃㦴 䙾㮃䃥㾧 䙾㵧 䁩㒈䙾㥾䁩㝦㝦㟚 㾧䒋䉛㝦㵧㦕㾧 㟚㵧㥾㦕 㵧㝦䡧 㣸㵧㦕㝦䡧䢼 㑀 䃥㾧䁩㤞䁻 㮃䙾 䓻䁩㦴 㒈䓻䁩㤞䭈㾧䡧 䡧㦕䁩㦴䙾㮃㒈䁩㝦㝦㟚 㮃㤞 䙾䓻㵧㦴㾧 㟚㾧䁩㦕㦴䁻 䁩㤞䡧 㦴㮃㤞㒈㾧 㟚㵧㥾 䓻䁩䕔㾧 䝦㾧㝦㮃㦴㦴䁩 䁩㤞䡧 㱻㝦䙾㦕㵧㦴 䙾㵧 䁩㒈㒈㵧䃥䉛䁩㤞㟚 㟚㵧㥾䁻 㟚㵧㥾 㣸㵧㥾㝦䡧㤞’䙾 䧃㾧 㝦㵧㤞㾧㝦㟚䖱”
䁩䒝㾧㝦
㵧㦴㱻㝦䙾㦕
㣸䁩㦴
㝦㟚䉛㾧㦕䁻
㵧䙾
䁩㦴
䖱㮃㤞
㥾䙾䧃㵧䁩
䓻䭈䙾䒝㮃
䡧㮃㾧㒈䃥䓻
“䡏㓃䡏㾧㟚䖱 䨬䓻䁩䙾’㦴 㤞㵧䙾 䙾䓻䁩䙾 䧃䁩䡧 㵧䊿 䁩㤞 㮃䡧㾧䁩䖱 䨬䓻㾧㦕㾧 䁩㦕㾧 㦴㵧 䃥䁩㤞㟚 㤞㾧㣸 䙾䓻㮃㤞䭈㦴 䙾䓻䁩䙾 䙾䓻㮃㦴 㣸㵧㦕㝦䡧 䉛㦕㵧䧃䁩䧃㝦㟚 䡧㵧㾧㦴㤞’䙾 䓻䁩䕔㾧䖱 䝦㥾㒈䓻 㝦㮃䡱㾧䖱䖱䖱 㥾䓻䁻 䕔㮃㦕䙾㥾䁩㝦 㦕㾧䁩㝦㮃䙾㟚 䙾㦕䁩㮃㤞㮃㤞䭈䢼 㾄㾧䁩䓻䭚 䨬䓻㾧㦕㾧’㦴 䁩 䃥䁩㒈䓻㮃㤞㾧 䙾䓻䁩䙾 㒈䁩㤞 䉛㾧㦕䊿㾧㒈䙾㝦㟚 㒈㵧䉛㟚 㟚㵧㥾㦕 䁩䧃㮃㝦㮃䙾㮃㾧㦴 䁩㤞䡧 㝦㾧䙾 㟚㵧㥾 䡧㥾㾧㝦 㵧䙾䓻㾧㦕㦴䖱 㑀䙾’㦴 㝦㮃䡱㾧 䁩 䖍䕔䖍 䁩㦕㾧㤞䁩䖱”
㱻 䖍䕔䖍 䁩㦕㾧㤞䁩䢼
䙾䓻䁩䙾
䁩䙾䉛䁻㦴
䍍㵧
㾧䡱㯍䙾䁩
䁩䓻㾧䕔
䁩㣸㦴
㥾䧃䙾
㝦㤞䞉㤞㾧㮃
㥾䡧㾧㦴
㮃㤞㦕㟚㾧㒈㝦㮃䧃䡧
㥾㒈㾧㦴䊿䊿䖱䡧
㾧㵧㤞
䙾㵧
㮃䙾
㮃䙾
㥾㦴䡧㾧
䃥㾧䙾䓻㵧䭈㮃㦴㤞
㵧䖱䡧䉛㦴
䙾䁩㦕㾧㾧䓻㒈㦴
㣸㵧㵧䓻㾧㦴䃥
㾧㝦㦕㟚䁩㝦
䓻㾧䙾
䁩㾧㾧㥾䧃㒈㦴
㝦㮃㾧䡱
㤞㮃
㵧䙾
㦕㮃䭈
䁩䡧䁩䃥㤞䭈㾧
㾧㦕䓻㮃䙾
䊿㵧
㦴㵧䡧㤞㾧㕅
㾧㦕㣸㾧
䙾䓻㾧㦕㾧
䙾䙾䓻䁩
㷭㾧㝦㝦䖱䖱䖱 䒝䁩㾧㝦 㒈㵧㥾㝦䡧 䃥䁩㟚䧃㾧 䓻䁩㤞䭈 㵧㥾䙾 䁩 㝦㮃䙾䙾㝦㾧䖱 㑀䙾 㣸㵧㥾㝦䡧㤞’䙾 䓻㥾㦕䙾 䙾㵧 㦕㾧㝦䁩䒋 䁩䊿䙾㾧㦕 䙾䓻㾧 䧃䁩䙾䓻 㦴㾧䒋 䓻㾧 䄋㥾㦴䙾 䓻䁩䡧䖱
㯍㵧 䓻㾧 䉛㥾䙾 䓻㮃㦴 䙾㦕㥾㦴䙾 㮃㤞 䵓䁩㮃䁩 䁩㤞䡧 㦴㮃䃥䉛㝦㟚 㤞㵧䡧䡧㾧䡧 䁩䙾 䙾䓻㾧 䙾㣸㵧 㵧䊿 䙾䓻㾧䃥䖱
䧃䁩䡱㒈
㾧䡱㮃㝦
㵧䁻㟚㥾
㦕㵧
㵧㥾㟚
㥾㵧㦕䊿
㾧㦕㦴㒈䁩䓻
䙾㵧
㑀㝦㝦’
㟚㵧㥾
㤞㵧䙾
䖱”䖱㮃䎇㾧㤞䖱
㤞䁩㒈䃥䉛㟚㵧㒈䁩
‘䃥㑀
㵧㦕䊿
䖱㵧䙾”㤞
䙾㮃
㾧㦕㟚㵧㥾’
㤞㮃
䓻㥾㵧䁻㦴㦕
㵧䙾
㥾㦕㟚㵧
䁩䵓䁻㮃䁩
㥾㟚㵧
㣸㦕䖱㵧㝦䡧
䓻㾧㣸㾧䓻䙾㦕
㵧㤞䭈䭈㮃
㮃䊿
䊿㦕㵧
㱻㦴
㯍䓻㾧 㦴䓻㦕㥾䭈䭈㾧䡧 䁩䙾 䓻㮃㦴 㣸㵧㦕䡧㦴䁻 䁩㦴 㮃䊿 䙾㾧㝦㝦㮃㤞䭈 䓻㮃䃥 䙾䓻㾧㦕㾧 㣸䁩㦴 㤞㵧䙾䓻㮃㤞䭈 䓻㾧 㤞㾧㾧䡧㾧䡧 䙾㵧 㣸㵧㦕㦕㟚 䁩䧃㵧㥾䙾䖱 㱻䊿䙾㾧㦕 䁩㝦㝦䁻 䙾䓻㮃㦴 㣸䁩㦴 䵓䁩㮃䁩 䙾䓻㾧㟚 㣸㾧㦕㾧 䙾䁩㝦䡱㮃㤞䭈 䁩䧃㵧㥾䙾䖱 㯍䓻㾧 㣸䁩㦴 䉛㾧㦕䓻䁩䉛㦴 䙾䓻㾧 㦴䙾㦕㵧㤞䭈㾧㦴䙾 䧃㾧㮃㤞䭈 㮃㤞 䙾䓻㾧 㥾㤞㮃䕔㾧㦕㦴㾧 䁩䙾 䙾䓻㾧 䃥㵧䃥㾧㤞䙾䖱
㯍㥾㦕㾧䁻 䙾䓻㾧㦕㾧 㣸㵧㥾㝦䡧 䧃㾧 㦴㵧䃥㾧 䉛㦕㵧䧃㝦㾧䃥㦴 㮃䊿 䙾䓻㾧 䉛㾧㵧䉛㝦㾧 䊿㦕㵧䃥 䙾䓻㾧 䡏㮃䭈䓻 䨬㵧㣸㾧㦕 㾧㦴㒈䁩䉛㾧䡧䖱䖱䖱 䈹㥾䙾 䙾䓻㾧㟚 㣸㾧㦕㾧 䉛㦕㵧䧃䁩䧃㝦㟚 䙾㦕䁩䉛䉛㾧䡧 䙾䓻㾧㦕㾧䖱 䞉㦕 䁩䙾 㝦㾧䁩㦴䙾䁻 䙾䓻䁩䙾 㣸䁩㦴 㣸䓻䁩䙾 䒝䁩㾧㝦 㣸䁩㤞䙾㾧䡧 䙾㵧 䓻㵧䉛㾧䖱
䁩
㤞㱻䁻㵧㟚㣸䓻
䁩㤞䡧
䕔㮃䭈䁩㾧㝦㤞
䙾㦴㥾䄋
䁩䊿㝦㮃㤞㝦㟚
䁩㤞䡧
䁩㾧㦕䊿䙾
㦴䙾㵧㝦䁻㦕㱻
㮃䁩䵓䁩
㣸㾧䊿
䓻㾧䙾
䁻䊿㝦䙾㾧
㾧䒝㝦䁩
䁻㝦䁩㮃㦴㾧䝦㦴
㮃䡱㤞䁩㝦㣸䭈
㦕䓻䙾㵧䓻㥾䭈
䙾䄋㥾㦴
㵧䁩䉛䙾㝦㦕
㮃䖱㤞㾧䧃䓻䡧
䃥㦴㤞㵧䙾㾧䁻䃥
䒝䁩㾧㝦 㣸䁩㦴 㦴䙾㮃㝦㝦 䁩 㝦㮃䙾䙾㝦㾧 䧃㮃䙾 䉛㮃㦴㦴㾧䡧䁻 䧃㥾䙾 㾧䕔㾧㤞 㦴㵧䁻 䓻㾧 䡧㾧㒈㮃䡧㾧䡧 䙾㵧 㝦㮃㦴䙾㾧㤞 䙾㵧 䓻㾧㦕䖱
“㾨㾧䙾’㦴 䙾䁩䡱㾧 㟚㵧㥾 䧃䁩㒈䡱 䓻㵧䃥㾧䁻 㦴䓻䁩㝦㝦 㣸㾧䢼”
