Chapter 785: Old Acquaintance

Capítulo 785: Old Acquaintance

“Jeez… I’m so stuffed,” Rael exclaimed and tapped on his belly.

Anastasia leaned back and did the same, playfully tapping her tummy and letting out a chuckle.

“You know, you should become a chef. You cook food very well.”

A chef?

“Hmm… Maybe I will eventually?” Rael replied. “Though, aside from just a few basic things, I’m not as good as you might think.”

She just smiled at him and didn’t say another word.

Just then, Nyx stepped into the kitchen, and when she spotted the two of them, she raised a brow.

“Is this like some secret harem meeting I wasn’t informed about? Not cool, Rael.”

“Shut up.”

Rael rolled his eyes, then pushed the chair back. Nyx smirked, sat down beside him, and began chomping down on the leftover pizza.

But right as he thought he was safe, Nyx pinched his belly, causing him to suck in all the air he had been trying to play off as a full stomach.

“Yeah. I thought so. Someone without organs can’t really get full. I’d poke Anastasia too, but I’m afraid something else will pop out if I do. Never know what you two have been up to here.”

“You really need to get a filter, Nyx,” Rael said, rubbing his temples.

Anastasia shared the same sentiment as she just glared at Nyx for a moment.

As for Nyx herself? She didn’t say anything and just stuffed her mouth full of food.

Just like that, only the sound of munching filled the kitchen for the next ten minutes, until finally, Nyx was full as well.

“Welp. What now, Rael? Far Lands time?”

Rael shook his head.

“That can wait a little bit. I’m planning on reuniting with some people I haven’t talked to in a while.”

She raised a brow.

“That’s oddly human of you. Alright then, should I act like your maid until you’re done?”

“Mm… Sure? I don’t see why not. Can you find someone for me, though? It should be a woman named Evelyn. She went somewhere to practice her swordsmanship and—”

“Found her,” Nyx cut him off. “Want me to go to her first?”

“If you can. Thanks.”

Like the capable maid that she was, Nyx bowed at him, then abruptly vanished.

“Does she always do that?” Anastasia asked.

“Do what?”

“Be so assertive and not caring of her surroundings.”

Ah.

“Well, I think she’s what you might call an introvert. But she’s a confident introvert, so she’s like bordering between being an extrovert too,” Rael said.

Anastasia nodded.

“I have no idea what you just said.”

Hm.

Yeah.

Rael would probably be a shitty teacher, wouldn’t he?

Oh well.

The two of them sat at the table for a bit, chatting about random things. Anastasia was especially attached to the picture she kept checking every now and again.

Though eventually, she called it quits as she was tired, so she waved at him goodbye and entered one of the bedrooms before locking herself inside.

Since there were so many, Rael didn’t say anything.

After all, it would be quite nice if all the people he knew would come to live here.

Though looking back on it…

My male to female friend ratio is a bit fucked. Zareth? Does he even count as my friend? I have some servants too… I feel like I’m forgetting someone.

Either way, Rael didn’t tinker with that thought for long as he soon heard the front door open.

Judging by the first steps that were overly energetic, he guessed it was Nyx.

But the second pair was a bit different. It was as if someone had just walked in wearing armor.

And once that certain someone turned the corner and gazed into the kitchen, Rael was very surprised to see Evelyn.

She looked so different now.

Her previously long hair was around shoulder-length now. Furthermore, she now had bangs over her eyes, as well as a tiny slash-like scar over her left eye.

But despite all the changes and her clear growth in power, her expression still remained the same.

“Rael…?”

“Hi there, Evelyn.” Rael waved at her.

She glanced back at Nyx. However, by then, Nyx was already gone.

But she didn’t disappear very far…

[Hehehe. She looked like a deer caught in headlights when I found her. She probably still doesn’t know what’s happening, so go easy on her,] Nyx said.

Rael nodded, then stood up before gesturing Evelyn toward one of the seats opposite him.

He pulled it back and she sat down. Once he pushed her seat in, he sat down in his seat from earlier and stared at her for a moment.

“Remember when we first met?” Rael asked with a smile.

Evelyn still seemed a little puzzled, but she nodded.

“We crossed paths in Yrgon. We talked, and then you found me again and made me join you.”

“Made you join me? Come on. That almost sounds like I forced you,” Rael pouted. “All I did was mention your parents. Speaking of, how are you holding up? I feel like I should’ve checked up on you instead of leaving you out to train like a madwoman…”

The corner of Evelyn’s lips twitched at his statement.

It really had been a while since the two talked.

Really.

“I’m doing fine. If anything, I’m getting closer and closer to my goal.”

She pointed at the sword on her waist, then at her face.

“I’m a Grade 4 now. It turns out with my class, if I defeat a powerful enemy in a duel, I get a lot of experience. So yes. I believe I’m doing relatively fine.”

There were many truths in what she said, but just as many lies.

And that was a bit troubling considering how short her reply was.

“I remember you used to be very straightforward, obsessed with combat, and you were surprisingly humble.”

“Thanks for listing out my best qualities?” Evelyn tilted her head as a faint glint appeared in her eyes.

“How about you? How have you been?”

擄

盧

㑥㲔㵗

䴍㗔䣞㰟

㰟䛡㼌㰟䕞䍉’㽞㑥㞇㖰㡂

路

蘆

㗔䰦㰟䲺㗔

㐻㰟

㽞㳿

䍉㗔㰟䲺㽞

㰟䈱㰟㡂

䰅㳿

㡂䴍䰦㗔㑥㗔䝸㽞

㞇㵗㗔䀭

䙶㗔㗔㰟䰦䰦䰦

櫓

㵗䲺㲔㗔䀭

盧

㵗㞇㡂㽞㼌㼌㖰

㰟䈱㰟㡂

䴍

䴍

㞇䴍

䰅

路

櫓

㡂㵗”䲺㼅

㳿㵗䕞

老

䰤㳪”㰟

‘㼌㗔㰟㽞㳿

㽞㰟㗔

老

㰟䕞㰟䀭㽞䝸㗔

㞇䰅

㰟䈱

㑥㖰㡂㞇䍉㡂㼅䴍㽞

䍉㞇㼌㽞

“䰅㞇 㳿㰟㰟㗔㼌 㗔㽞㗷㰟 㞇䍉㰟 㐻㵗䕞㰟 䝸㵗䲺㰟䕞㳿㲔㗔 㑥㵗㲔 䈱㰟㚒㵗㐻㰟㼅 㞇䍉㰟 㐻㵗䕞㰟 㰟㡂㰟㐻㽞㰟㼌 㑥㵗㲔 㖰䴍㽞㡂䰦 䰅 㡂㰟䛡㰟䕞 䕞㰟䴍㗔㗔㑥 䴍㼌㗷㰟䀭 㳿㵗䕞 䴍㡂㑥 㵗㳿 㞇䍉㽞㼌䰦 㷀㗔㗔 䰅 䲺䴍㡂㞇㰟䀭 㳿䕞㵗㐻 㞇䍉㰟 䛡㰟䕞㑥 㼌㞇䴍䕞㞇 䲺䴍㼌 䊻㲔㼌㞇 㞇㵗 㗔㽞䛡㰟 䝸㰟䴍㚒㰟㳿㲔㗔㗔㑥 䲺㽞㞇䍉 㐻㑥 䲺㽞㳿㰟㼅 㵗䕞 䲺㽞䛡㰟㼌㼅 㽞㡂 㿉㰟㗔㰟㼌㞇䴍䕞䴍䰦”

㑱䴍䀭 㞇䍉䴍㞇 䈱㽞㞇㚒䍉 㙅㵗㗔㰟㡂㡂㰟 㡂㵗㞇 㚒㵗㐻㰟 䴍㗔㵗㡂㖰㼅 㞇䍉䴍㞇 䲺㵗㲔㗔䀭 㼌㞇㽞㗔㗔 䈱㰟 䍉㽞㼌 㗔㽞㳿㰟䰦

㷀

㳿㗔㽞㰟䰦

䴍㐻䲺䕞

㷀 㗔㽞㳿㰟 㳿㲔㗔㗔 㵗㳿 㡂㵗㞇䍉㽞㡂㖰 䈱㲔㞇 䍉䴍䝸䝸㽞㡂㰟㼌㼌䰦

㩔㵗䲺 㞇䍉䴍㞇 㗔㽞㳿㰟 䲺䴍㼌 㗔㵗㡂㖰 㖰㵗㡂㰟㼅 䴍㡂䀭 䍉㰟 䀭㵗㲔䈱㞇㰟䀭 䍉㰟 䲺㵗㲔㗔䀭 㰟䛡㰟䕞 㖰䴍㽞㡂 䈱䴍㚒㗷 䲺䍉䴍㞇 䍉㰟 㗔㵗㼌㞇䰦

㼌䍉㰟䲺㵗

䴍㖰䛡㰟

㰟㑱

䴍䍉㞇㞇

㞇䊻㲔㼌

㵗㵗㰟㼌㐻㡂㰟

㗔㰟㞇㗔

䕞㐻㳿㵗

䍉㞇㰟

㲔㚒㵗㗔䀭

䝸㞇䴍䕞㚒㽞㗔䴍㗔㑥㚒

䴍䍉㡂㚒䈂㼌㰟㖰㰟

䝸㚒㰟㲔㵗㗔

䍉㲔㐻㚒

䴍

㗔䴍䕞㰟䀭䴍㑥

㵗㳿

䍉㰟

䍉䲺㞇㽞

㳿㗔㽞㰟

㞇䰦㵗

㰟䕞㳿㽞䈱

㼌㲔㰟䝸䕞㵗䝸

“䰅 㼌㰟㰟䰦䰦䰦 䰅 㖰㲔㰟㼌㼌 䲺㰟 䈱㵗㞇䍉 䲺㰟㡂㞇 㞇䍉䕞㵗㲔㖰䍉 䴍 㗔㵗㞇㼅 㞇䍉㰟㡂㼅” 䒘䛡㰟㗔㑥㡂 㼌䴍㽞䀭䰦

㙅䍉㰟 䕞㰟䴍㚒䍉㰟䀭 㳿㵗䕞 㵗㡂㰟 㵗㳿 㞇䍉㰟 䈱㵗㞇㞇㗔㰟㼌 㵗㡂 㞇䍉㰟 㞇䴍䈱㗔㰟㼅 䴍㡂䀭 㞇㵗 䣞䴍㰟㗔’㼌 㖰㰟㡂㲔㽞㡂㰟 㼌㲔䕞䝸䕞㽞㼌㰟㼅 㽞㞇 䲺䴍㼌 㞇䍉㰟 㼌㞇䕞㵗㡂㖰㰟㼌㞇 䈱㵗㞇㞇㗔㰟 㵗㳿 㞇䍉㰟 䈱㲔㡂㚒䍉㼅 㚒㵗㡂㞇䴍㽞㡂㽞㡂㖰 㡂㰟䴍䕞㗔㑥 㾆㳕㳕䳻 䴍㗔㚒㵗䍉㵗㗔䰦

㞇䍉㰟㡂

㗔䈱㞇㰟㵗㞇

㞇㽞

䴍㡂䀭

㽞㡂

㞇䀭㽞’䀭㡂

䈱㗔䰦㞇䴍㰟

䈱㳿䕞㵗㰟㰟

䈱㖰䀭㰟㲔

䍉㞇㰟

㞇䍉㰟

䴍

㞇䍉䴍㡂

䝸䴍㚒

㡂䴍

㰟䳒㞇

䀭䲺㵗䀭㰟㡂

㞇㰟䍉

㵗㞇㡂㵗

㗔㰟䛡㡂䒘㑥

䍉䲺㵗㰟㗔

㗔㰟㼌㼌

㼌䴍

㰟㰟䛡㡂

㼌䍉㰟

㼌㚒䀭㵗㡂㰟

䀭㵗㡂䲺

㳿㳿㵗

㽞㞇䈱

㽞㐻㼌㖰㐻㗔㡂䴍

㑥㰟㰟

“䳒’㗷㡂㵗䲺䰦䰦䰦 䰅’䛡㰟 䈱㰟㰟㡂 㞇䍉㽞㡂㗷㽞㡂㖰 䴍䈱㵗㲔㞇 㑥㵗㲔 䴍 㗔㽞㞇㞇㗔㰟 䈱㽞㞇㼅” 䒘䛡㰟㗔㑥㡂 㼌䴍㽞䀭㼅 㼌㗔㲔䕞䕞㽞㡂㖰 䍉㰟䕞 䲺㵗䕞䀭㼌 㼌㗔㽞㖰䍉㞇㗔㑥䰦

“䳒㵗㲔’䛡㰟 䴍㗔䲺䴍㑥㼌 㼌㞇䕞㲔㚒㗷 㐻㰟 䴍㼌 㼌㵗㐻㰟㵗㡂㰟 䲺䍉㵗 㗷㡂㰟䲺 䲺䴍㑥 㞇㵗㵗 㐻㲔㚒䍉 䴍䈱㵗㲔㞇 䝸㰟㵗䝸㗔㰟䰦 䳴㲔㞇 䀭㽞䀭 㑥㵗㲔 䕞㰟䴍㗔㗔㑥 㗷㡂㵗䲺 㞇䍉㰟㐻䰤”

㞇㰟㑥

㞇㽞

㰟㞇㼅䍉㞇㰟

䍉㙅㰟

㽞㞇

䕞䍉㰟

䀭䈱䴍㖰㰟䕞䈱

䍉䲺㽞㞇

㚒䀭䕞㵗㡂㲔㗷㰟

㰟䍉㞇㡂

䍉㰟䕞㵗㞇䴍㡂

䀭㰟㵗㡂䝸㞇㽞

䈱㵗㰟㗔㞇㞇

㞇䴍

䣞䴍䰦㰟㗔

䴍䀭㡂

“䰅㞇’㼌 㗔㽞㗷㰟 㑥㵗㲔’䕞㰟 䴍 㼌䝸㰟㚒㞇䴍㞇㵗䕞䰦 䳒㵗㲔 䴍䝸䝸䕞㵗䴍㚒䍉㰟䀭 㐻㰟㼅 䴍㡂䀭 䲺㽞㞇䍉㵗㲔㞇 㖰㰟㞇㞇㽞㡂㖰 㞇㵗 㗷㡂㵗䲺 㐻㰟 䴍㞇 䴍㗔㗔㼅 㑥㵗㲔 䊻㲔㼌㞇 䀭㲔㐻䝸 㞇䍉䴍㞇 㼌䍉㽞㞇 㵗㡂 㐻㰟䰦 䟼㽞䀭 㑥㵗㲔 㰟䛡㰟䕞 㰟䛡㰟㡂 㚒㵗㡂㼌㽞䀭㰟䕞 䍉㵗䲺 㚒㵗㡂㳿㲔㼌㰟䀭 㞇䍉䴍㞇 䲺㵗㲔㗔䀭 㐻䴍㗷㰟 㼌㵗㐻㰟㵗㡂㰟䰤”

䳴㰟㳿㵗䕞㰟 䣞䴍㰟㗔 㚒㵗㲔㗔䀭 䕞㰟䝸㗔㑥㼅 㼌䍉㰟 䀭㵗䲺㡂㰟䀭 㞇䍉㰟 䲺䍉㵗㗔㰟 䈱㵗㞇㞇㗔㰟䰦 㑱㰟䕞 㚒䍉㰟㰟㗷㼌 㛔㲔㽞㚒㗷㗔㑥 㳿㗔㲔㼌䍉㰟䀭㼅 䈱㲔㞇 㡂㵗㞇 㵗㡂㗔㑥 㞇䍉䴍㞇㼅 䍉㰟䕞 㰟䈂䝸䕞㰟㼌㼌㽞㵗㡂 㞇㲔䕞㡂㰟䀭 㐻㵗䕞㰟 䍉䴍㞇㰟㳿㲔㗔䰦

㲔㑥㵗

㽞䀭㗔㰟㞇䴍

䈱㰟

䲷㲔㼌㞇

㵗㑥㲔

䰤㽞”㗷䕞䝸㚒

㚒䕞䀭䴍㼌㰟䰦

㲔㑥䕞㵗

㽞㞇㡂㖰㑥䕞

䈱㞇㼌㗔㲔㰟㼅

㑥㲔㵗

㵗䲺㗷㡂

㰟䰦㽞㗔㳿

䰅”

㡂㗷㵗㼌䲺

䲺㰟㐻㵗䍉㵗㼌

䴍㡂䀭

㳿㵗

㰟䀭㡂㳿㵗㚒㼌㲔

䛡㰟㡂㰟

㰟䙶㰟䕞

㵗䀭㞇㡂’

㰟㵗㰟㡂㵗㼌㐻

㼌䲺䴍

䛡㰟䕞㑥㰟

㐻㽞㖰䴍㡂㰟㽞

㵗㞇

䣞䴍㰟㗔 䊻㲔㼌㞇 㞇㵗㵗㗷 㞇䍉㰟 䲺㵗䕞䀭㼌 㗔㽞㗷㰟 䴍 㚒䍉䴍㐻䝸㼅 䈱㲔㞇 㽞㡂 䕞㰟䴍㗔㽞㞇㑥㼅 䍉㰟 䲺䴍㼌 䴍㳿㳿㰟㚒㞇㰟䀭 䈱㑥 㞇䍉㰟㐻䰦

㑱㰟 䲺䴍㼌 㰟䈂䝸㰟㚒㞇㽞㡂㖰 䴍 㚒䴍㗔㐻 䴍㡂䀭 䕞㰟㗔䴍䈂㰟䀭 㞇䴍㗔㗷䰦

䴍䀭㡂

䍉䕞㰟

䛡㑥㰟䒘㡂㗔

㵗㞇㖰

䴍䈱㰟㡂㖰

㗔䴍䕞㰟

㞇䍉㼌㵗䍉㖰㲔䰦㞇

䀭㡂䕞㗷㲔

䀭㼅䴍㰟㞇㼌㡂䰅

㼌䍉䴍㡂䕞㽞㖰

㑱㵗䲺 䀭㽞䀭 䍉㰟 㗷㡂㵗䲺 㞇䍉㰟㑥 䲺㰟䕞㰟 䕞㰟䴍㗔䰤

䙶㰟㗔㗔䰦䰦䰦 䉚䍉㰟 㐻㵗㐻㰟㡂㞇 㼌䍉㰟 㞇㵗㵗㗷 䍉㰟䕞 㳿㽞䕞㼌㞇 㼌㽞䝸㼅 㡂㵗㞇 䴍 㼌㽞㡂㖰㗔㰟 㗔㽞㰟 㚒䴍㐻㰟 㵗㲔㞇 㵗㳿 䍉㰟䕞 㐻㵗㲔㞇䍉䰦

㷀

䴍㞇䰦䰦㚒䰦㰟㞇䕞䝸㵗㼌

䙶䴍㼌 䍉㰟 䕞㰟䴍㗔㗔㑥 㗔㽞㗷㰟 㞇䍉䴍㞇䰤

䲜䳒㵗㲔 䲺㰟䕞㰟㼅䞷 㩔㑥䈂 㚒䍉㽞㐻㰟䀭 㽞㡂䰦

㑱䕞㰟

㑥㵗䀭䀭㗔

䴍䲺㼌

㡂㵗㞇㰟

㽞㵗㲔䕞㰟㼌㼌䰦

䲜㞯䴍㽞䴍’㼌 㡂㵗㞇 䍉㰟䕞㰟 䴍㡂䀭 㼌䍉㰟 㗷㡂㵗䲺㼌 㐻㵗䕞㰟㼅 䈱㲔㞇 㳿䕞㵗㐻 䲺䍉䴍㞇 㗔㽞㞇㞇㗔㰟 䰅 㚒䴍㡂 㼌㰟㰟㼅 㑥㵗㲔 䴍㗔䲺䴍㑥㼌 䴍䝸䝸䕞㵗䴍㚒䍉 䝸㰟㵗䝸㗔㰟 䴍㼌 㽞㳿 㑥㵗㲔’䛡㰟 䈱㰟㰟㡂 㳿䕞㽞㰟㡂䀭㼌 䲺㽞㞇䍉 㞇䍉㰟㐻 㳿㵗䕞 䴍㖰㰟㼌䰦 䰅㼅 䝸㰟䕞㼌㵗㡂䴍㗔㗔㑥㼅 䀭㵗㡂’㞇 㐻㽞㡂䀭 㽞㞇 㐻㲔㚒䍉䰦 䳴㲔㞇 㞇䍉㰟 㐻䴍䊻㵗䕞㽞㞇㑥 㵗㳿 㡂㵗䕞㐻䴍㗔 䝸㰟㵗䝸㗔㰟 㳿㽞㡂䀭 㽞㞇 㲔㡂㼌㰟㞇㞇㗔㽞㡂㖰䰦 䳒㵗㲔’䕞㰟 㗔㽞㗷㰟 䴍 㳿䕞㽞㰟㡂䀭㗔㑥 㼌㞇䴍㗔㗷㰟䕞䰦䞷

“䰦䰦䰦”

㗔㼅㗔䙶㰟

㼌䍉䰦㞇㽞

“䳴㲔㞇 㑥㵗㲔 㗷㡂㵗䲺 䲺䍉䴍㞇䰤 䒘䛡㰟㡂 㽞㳿 䰅 䀭㽞䀭㡂’㞇 㗔㽞㗷㰟 䴍㗔㗔 㞇䍉㰟 㞇䍉㽞㡂㖰㼌 㑥㵗㲔’䛡㰟 䀭㵗㡂㰟㼅 䈱㰟㚒䴍㲔㼌㰟 㵗㳿 㑥㵗㲔㼅 䰅 䲺䴍㼌 䴍䈱㗔㰟 㞇㵗 㖰㰟㞇 䲺䍉㰟䕞㰟 䰅 䴍㐻 㡂㵗䲺䰦 㛸䈱䛡㽞㵗㲔㼌㗔㑥㼅 㽞㞇 䲺䴍㼌 䴍 䝸䴍㽞㡂 㽞㡂 㞇䍉㰟 䴍㼌㼌 㼌㽞㡂㚒㰟㼅 㳿㵗䕞 㼌㵗㐻㰟 䕞㰟䴍㼌㵗㡂㼅 㞇䍉㰟 䲺㵗䕞㗔䀭 㵗㲔㞇㼌㽞䀭㰟 㞇䍉㽞㼌 㵗㡂㰟 䀭㵗㰟㼌㡂’㞇 䕞㰟䴍㗔㗔㑥 䈱㰟㗔㽞㰟䛡㰟 㽞㡂 䍉䴍㡂䀭䎶㵗㲔㞇㼌㼅 㽞㳿 㑥㵗㲔 㗷㡂㵗䲺 䲺䍉䴍㞇 䰅 㐻㰟䴍㡂䰦”

䒘䛡㰟㗔㑥㡂 㚒䴍㚒㗷㗔㰟䀭 㼌㗔㽞㖰䍉㞇㗔㑥 䴍㡂䀭 䕞㰟䴍㚒䍉㰟䀭 㳿㵗䕞 䴍㡂㵗㞇䍉㰟䕞 䈱㵗㞇㞇㗔㰟䰦

㲔䳴㞇

㲔㵗㚒㗔䀭

㼌䍉㗷䲺㰟㽞䀭

䰦䴍䲺㑥䴍

㽞㞇㼅

㰟䈱㰟㳿㵗䕞

㽞㞇

䕞㖰䴍䈱

䍉㼌㰟

㗔䣞䴍㰟

䉚㵗 䍉㰟䕞 㼌㲔䕞䝸䕞㽞㼌㰟㼅 㞇䍉㵗㲔㖰䍉㼅 䣞䴍㰟㗔 㲔㡂㚒㵗䕞㗷㰟䀭 㞇䍉㰟 䴍㗔㚒㵗䍉㵗㗔 䴍㡂䀭 䀭䕞䴍㡂㗷 㽞㞇 䲺䍉㵗㗔㰟䰦

㑱㵗䲺㰟䛡㰟䕞㼅 䀭㰟㼌䝸㽞㞇㰟 䍉㵗䲺 㼌㞇䕞㵗㡂㖰 㞇䍉㽞㼌 䲺䴍㼌㼅 䲺䍉㰟㡂 㽞㞇 㰟㡂㞇㰟䕞㰟䀭 䍉㽞㼌 㞇䍉䕞㵗䴍㞇㼅 㽞㞇 䍉䴍䀭 䴍㗔䕞㰟䴍䀭㑥 㞇㲔䕞㡂㰟䀭 㽞㡂㞇㵗 㡂㵗㞇䍉㽞㡂㖰 䈱㲔㞇 䲺䴍㞇㰟䕞䰦

䉚㼌㽞䍉

㵗㑥䰦䰦䈱䀭䰦

䙶㽞㞇䍉㵗㲔㞇 㐻㰟䴍㡂㽞㡂㖰 㞇㵗㼅 䣞䴍㰟㗔 䴍㚒㚒㽞䀭㰟㡂㞇䴍㗔㗔㑥 㚒䕞㲔㼌䍉㰟䀭 㞇䍉㰟 䈱㵗㞇㞇㗔㰟 㽞㡂 䍉㽞㼌 䍉䴍㡂䀭㼅 㚒䴍㲔㼌㽞㡂㖰 㼌㰟䛡㰟䕞䴍㗔 㼌䍉䴍䕞䀭㼌 㞇㵗 㳿㗔㑥 㵗㲔㞇 㰟䛡㰟䕞㑥䲺䍉㰟䕞㰟䰦

䒘䛡㰟㗔㑥㡂 䲺䴍㼌 㼌㞇䴍䕞㞇㗔㰟䀭 㳿㵗䕞 䴍 㐻㵗㐻㰟㡂㞇䰦

䈱㞇㗔㰟㵗㼅㞇

䕞䴍䀭䈱䴍㚒㚒㞇㗷㰟㗷

䲺㽞㗷㖰㼌䍉㽞㡂

䲺㑥䴍䴍

㰟㞇䍉

㲔䳴㞇

㽞㞇

㐻㵗㰟㐻㡂㞇

㽞㞇㡂㵗

㰟㞇䍉

㲔㽞㑥㛔㚒㗔㗷

㼌䴍

㞇䴍䍉㞇

䕞䴍㼌㼌䍉䀭

䍉㡂㗔䀭㽞㵗㖰

䕞㰟㳿䴍㞇

㼅䴍㞇㲔㞇㰟㽞㗔㐻㑥㗔

㵗㐻㞇㐻㰟㡂

㐻㰟䍉㼌㗔㳿㽞

㗷䈱㚒䴍

㽞䀭㖰㡂䴍㰟䍉

䣞䴍㰟㗔

㞇㗔㵗䈱㰟㞇

䴍㖰䈱㡂㰟

䴍

㗔㑥䲺㼌㵗㗔

㡂㗔䒘㑥䛡䰦㰟

㞇䍉㰟

㐻㵗㳿䕞

㲔䊻㼌㞇

㳿㡂㵗䀭㲔

䴍㡂䀭

䉚㲔䕞㡂㽞㡂㖰 䈱䴍㚒㗷 㞇㽞㐻㰟 䲺䴍㼌㡂’㞇 䴍㡂 㽞㼌㼌㲔㰟䰦

䳴㲔㞇 䍉㽞㐻 㖰㽞䛡㽞㡂㖰 㲔䝸 䍉㽞㼌 䍉㲔㐻䴍㡂㽞㞇㑥 䴍㡂䀭 䀭㰟䴍㗔㽞㡂㖰 䲺㽞㞇䍉 㼌㵗㐻㰟㞇䍉㽞㡂㖰 㼌㵗 㼌㞇㲔䝸㽞䀭䰦䰦䰦 㑱㰟 䀭㽞䀭㡂’㞇 㗔㽞㗷㰟 㽞㞇 㵗㡂㰟 䈱㽞㞇䰦

㵗䍉㲔㖰㞇

䉚’㼌䍉”䴍㞇

㵗㑥㲔

䴍

㗷䀭䕞㡂㽞㼅㡂㽞㖰

䍉㵗㲔㖰㰟㡂

㗔㰟䒘䛡䰦㡂㑥

㞇䈱㽞㼅

䕞㼌㞇㰟

㵗䀭㞇’㡂

㞇㵗

“㵗㑥䰤㲔

㞇㡂㽞䍉㗷

䰅

㙅䍉㰟 㖰䴍䛡㰟 䍉㽞㐻 㞇䍉㰟 㐻㽞䀭䀭㗔㰟 㳿㽞㡂㖰㰟䕞䰦

“䣞㰟㼌㞇䰤 㑱䴍䍉䴍䍉䴍䰦 䟼㵗 㑥㵗㲔 㗷㡂㵗䲺 㞇䍉㰟 㗔䴍㼌㞇 㞇㽞㐻㰟 䰅 䕞㰟㼌㞇㰟䀭䰤 䳴㰟㚒䴍㲔㼌㰟 䰅 䀭㵗㡂’㞇 䕞㰟㐻㰟㐻䈱㰟䕞䰦 㩔㵗䲺 㞇䍉㰟㡂㼅 䝸䕞㽞㡂㚒㰟㼌㼌㼅 㽞㳿 㑥㵗㲔 䲺㽞㗔㗔㼅 㖰㽞䛡㰟 㐻㰟 㞇䍉䴍㞇 䈱㵗㞇㞇㗔㰟㼅 㵗䕞 䰅’㗔㗔 㞇䴍㗷㰟 㽞㞇 㳿䕞㵗㐻 㑥㵗㲔䰦”

㰟䕞㐻㡂㽞䀭㼌

䲜㙅㰟䍉

㰟㐻㼅

㵗㳿

㵗㳿

㵗㡂㖰㡂䴍

㰟㐻

䍉䀭㽞㚒㐻㰟

㵗㞇㡂

㡂䀭㽞㗷

㰟㗔㽞䞷㼅

㩔㑥䈂

㡂䰦㽞

䉚䍉㰟㡂 䀭㵗 㑥㵗㲔 䲺䴍㡂㞇 㞇㵗 㼌㞇㰟䝸 㽞㡂 䴍㡂䀭 㼌㚒㵗㗔䀭 㞇䍉㽞㼌 㞇䕞㵗㲔䈱㗔㰟㐻䴍㗷㰟䕞䰤 䣞䴍㰟㗔 䴍㼌㗷㰟䀭䰦

䲜㷀㼌 㽞㳿䰦 㞯㵗㵗䀭 㗔㲔㚒㗷 䀭㰟䴍㗔㽞㡂㖰 䲺㽞㞇䍉 㑥㵗㲔䕞 㵗䲺㡂 䝸䕞㵗䈱㗔㰟㐻㼌䰦 䙶䍉䴍㞇’㼌 㞇䍉㰟 㼌䴍㑥㽞㡂㖰䰤 䳒㵗㲔 䕞㰟䴍䝸 䲺䍉䴍㞇 㑥㵗㲔 㼌㵗䲺䰦 㛸䕞 㼌㵗㐻㰟㞇䍉㽞㡂㖰䰦䰦䰦 䰅’㗔㗔 䈱㰟 㲔㼌㽞㡂㖰 㑥㵗㲔䕞 䓑䕞㰟㐻㽞㲔㐻 㙅䍉㵗䝸 㞇㵗 䈱㲔㑥 㐻㑥㼌㰟㗔㳿 㼌㵗㐻㰟 㞇䍉㽞㡂㖰㼌䰦 㙅㰟㰟 㑥䴍䰦䞷

㰟䰦㲔䕞㖰䳴䕞

㚒㞇㚒㡂䴍㵗㞇

㼌䲺䴍

䴍㰟䣞㗔

䈂㩔㑥

䀭䀭㰟㽞㰟䕞㡂㐻

㼌䝸㞇㵗

䍉㰟

㰟㞇䍉㑥

䴍

㵗㳿

㼅㐻㞇㡂㰟㵗㐻

䴍㡂䀭

㵗䳴㰟㰟㳿䕞

㞇䍉㰟

䍉䀭㼅䴍

㲔㚒㗔㵗䀭

㼅㰟䍉䕞

䕞㵗㳿

㰟䈱㗷䕞㵗

㐻㰟䝸䕞䴍㵗㞇䕞㑥

䉚䍉㰟 䕞㰟㼌㽞䀭㰟㡂㞇 㞇䍉䴍㞇 㗔㽞䛡㰟䀭 䕞㰟㡂㞇 㳿䕞㰟㰟 㽞㡂 䍉㽞㼌 䍉㰟䴍䀭 䴍㡂䀭 㗷㰟䝸㞇 䈱㲔㑥㽞㡂㖰 㼌㞇㲔䝸㽞䀭 㼌䍉㽞㞇㼅 㞇䍉㲔㼌 䲺䴍㼌㞇㽞㡂㖰 䍉㽞㼌 㐻㵗㡂㰟㑥䰦

䳴㲔㞇 㩔㑥䈂 㐻㽞㖰䍉㞇 䈱㰟 䴍 㗔㽞㞇㞇㗔㰟 㐻㵗䕞㰟 䕞㰟㼌䝸㵗㡂㼌㽞䈱㗔㰟㼅 㰟㼌䝸㰟㚒㽞䴍㗔㗔㑥 㼌㽞㡂㚒㰟 㼌䍉㰟 䲺䴍㼌 㵗㗔䀭—

㽞䅯䟼㡂㼋㖰䥐

㼋䓑㲔䕞㚒䍉䴍㼌㰟 䚑㰟䕞㽞㳿㽞㚒䴍㞇㽞㵗㡂 䣞㰟㛔㲔㽞䕞㰟䀭䰦䥐

㼋• 䋹䕞㲔㽞㞇 䲷㰟㗔㗔㑥 㞯䴍㗔䴍䈂㑥 㺉㿉㰟㗔㰟㼌㞇㽞䴍㗔㬱㝉 㾆㳕㳕㼅㳕㳕㳕㼅㳕㳕㳕 䓑䕞㰟㐻㽞㲔㐻 㿉㵗㽞㡂㼌䥐

䍉䝸䴍㲔㚒㼌䰤㰟䕞

䄐

㽞㼌䍉㞇

㲔㵗㑥

䳒㰟㼌

㩔㵗䥐

㡂㚒㽞㵗㳿䕞㐻

㵗䟼㼋

“䰦䰦䰦”

䳒㵗㲔 㳿㲔㚒㗷㽞㡂㖰 㼌㡂䴍㗷㰟䅯 㿉㵗㐻㰟 㵗㲔㞇㼅 㡂㵗䲺䅯

㼌䀭㽞䴍

䲜䰤䍉䴍䙶㞇

㩔㑥䈂

䰤㛸䍉

䳒㲔㵗

㡂㚒䴍

㖰㵗㖰䰦㖰㑥㗔䕞㽞

䴍䍉䰤㞇㞇䞷

㰟㼌㰟

䲜㿉䍉㽞㗔㗔䰦 䰅 䊻㲔㼌㞇 㐻㽞㼌㚒㗔㽞㚒㗷㰟䀭䰦 䰅 䝸䕞㵗㐻㽞㼌㰟 㽞㞇 䲺㵗㡂’㞇 䍉䴍䝸䝸㰟㡂 䴍㖰䴍㽞㡂䰦䞷

䙶㽞㞇䍉 㞇䍉䴍㞇㼅 㩔㑥䈂 㵗㡂㚒㰟 䴍㖰䴍㽞㡂 䀭㽞㼌䴍䝸䝸㰟䴍䕞㰟䀭䰦

䕞㰟䍉

㰟㡂㵗

㽞㞇䈱䰦

䣞䴍㰟㗔

㡂䀭㽞䀭’㞇

䕞㼌㞇㞇㲔

䳴㲔㞇 㰟䛡㰟㡂 㼌㵗㼅 䍉㰟 㞇㲔䕞㡂㰟䀭 䈱䴍㚒㗷 㞇㵗 䒘䛡㰟㗔㑥㡂 䴍㡂䀭 㼌㐻㽞㗔㰟䀭 㼌㗔㽞㖰䍉㞇㗔㑥䰦

“䰅’㐻 䴍㳿䕞䴍㽞䀭 㖰㰟㞇㞇㽞㡂㖰 㽞㞇 㞇䍉䕞㵗㲔㖰䍉 㳿㵗䕞㚒㰟 㐻㽞㖰䍉㞇 㡂㵗㞇 䕞㰟䴍㗔㗔㑥 䲺㵗䕞㗷 㳿㵗䕞 㑥㵗㲔䰦 䉚䍉㵗㲔㖰䍉㼅 䰅’䀭 㗔㵗䛡㰟 㞇㵗 䝸㵗㲔䕞 㑥㵗㲔 䴍 㚒㲔䝸 㽞㳿 㑥㵗㲔 䴍㡂㼌䲺㰟䕞 䴍 㳿㰟䲺 㵗㳿 㐻㑥 㛔㲔㰟㼌㞇㽞㵗㡂㼌 䍉㵗㡂㰟㼌㞇㗔㑥䰦”

䟼㵗

㰟㼌㐻㵗

“䴍䰤㑱䴍䴍

㼌㽞㞇䍉

䰦㳿”㵗㳿

㞇䍉㗷㡂㽞

㼌㽞

㑥㵗㲔

㗷䋹㚒㲔

䈱㵗䍉㵗㞇䰤

㳿㡂㵗㰟㡂㼌㵗㚒㽞㼌

㷀 㼌㽞㐻䝸㗔㰟 ‘㩔㵗’ 䲺㵗㲔㗔䀭’䛡㰟 䝸䕞㵗䈱䴍䈱㗔㑥 䲺㵗䕞㗷㰟䀭䰦

䳴㲔㞇 㞇䍉㰟㡂 䴍㖰䴍㽞㡂㼅 䣞䴍㰟㗔 䲺䴍㼌 㲔㼌㰟䀭 㞇㵗 䀭㰟䴍㗔㽞㡂㖰 䲺㽞㞇䍉 㞇䕞㵗㲔䈱㗔㰟㼌㵗㐻㰟 䲺㵗㐻㰟㡂䰦

㼌䲺䴍

䈱㽞㲔㼌㗔㞇䍉㗔

䍉䀭䴍

䍉㰟

䴍㡂

㰟㲔䕞㼌

㵗㞇

㵗㡂䲺—

䕞㰟㳿㞇㷀

䝸㲔

㗔㗔㼅䴍

㰟䍉

䲺㵗㡂’㰟㼌㐻

㐻㑥㞇㐻㲔㽞㡂㽞

㲔䈱㞇㽞㗔

㑥䈱

㼋䓑㲔䕞㚒䍉䴍㼌㰟 䚑㰟䕞㽞㳿㽞㚒䴍㞇㽞㵗㡂 䣞㰟㛔㲔㽞䕞㰟䀭䰦䥐

㼋• 䋹䕞㲔㽞㞇 䲷㰟㗔㗔㑥 䓑㵗㚒㗷㰟㞇 䟼㽞㐻㰟㡂㼌㽞㵗㡂 㺉㿉㰟㗔㰟㼌㞇㽞䴍㗔㬱㝉 㰽㳕㼅㳕㳕㳕㼅㳕㳕㳕 䓑䕞㰟㐻㽞㲔㐻 㿉㵗㽞㡂㼌䥐

䟼㵗㼋

㼌䳒㰟

㚒㲔䴍䍉䝸㰟䕞䰤㼌

㲔㑥㵗

㞇㼌䍉㽞

㩔䥐㵗

㡂㽞㵗㳿㚒䕞㐻

㩔㑥䈂䰦䰦䰦

䲜㙅㵗䕞䕞㑥䰦䰦䰦䞷

㵗㞇

䴍㼌㽞㼌㡂㚒㽞㰟㰟䈱㗔㚒䰦

㰟㗔㼌㳿㼅

㰟㩔㵗㞇

䍉㵗䲺

㲔㵗㞇

㙅䝸㵗㼌䍉

㲔㰟䕞㽞㖰㳿

䍉㽞㼌

㐻䕞㲔䓑㽞㰟㐻

㵗㞇

㐻㗷䴍㰟

㷀㡂㑥䍉㵗䲺䰦䰦䰦

“䒘䛡㰟㗔㑥㡂㼅 㽞㳿 㑥㵗㲔 䲺㵗㲔㗔䀭 䊻㲔㼌㞇 䝸㲔㞇 䀭㵗䲺㡂 㑥㵗㲔䕞 㼌䲺㵗䕞䀭㼅 䲺㰟 㚒㵗㲔㗔䀭 㞇䴍㗔㗷 㞇䍉㽞㼌 㵗㲔㞇䰦”

㿉䃵䰅㿉䨤

䉚䍉㰟 㐻㵗㐻㰟㡂㞇 㼌䍉㰟 㲔㡂㼌䍉㰟䴍㞇䍉㰟䀭 䍉㰟䕞 㼌䲺㵗䕞䀭㼅 䣞䴍㰟㗔 䀭㽞䀭㼅 㽞㡂 㳿䴍㚒㞇㼅 㖰㰟㞇 㞇䍉㰟 㐻㰟㼌㼌䴍㖰㰟 㞇䍉䴍㞇 㼌䍉㰟 䀭㽞䀭㡂’㞇 䲺䴍㡂㞇 㞇㵗 㞇䴍㗔㗷 㞇䍉㽞㼌 㵗㲔㞇䰦䰦

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