Re-Awakening: I Became a Pay To Win Boss Monster

Capítulo 833: Big Army

“I’ve already made the wish you’re talking about. Very, very long ago. Whatever sources told you that I hadn’t were trying to deceive you,” Solenne said.

Despite her words, and the fact that she wasn’t lying, Rael couldn’t help but feel like something was odd about this whole encounter.

For one, yes, she wasn’t lying. But at the same time, Solenne’s shadow wasn’t lying either. Anna was someone Rael felt like he could trust now.

Even though she wasn’t his primary shadow, as just a being with her own free will, she finally got access to some memories, told him about them, and assured him that Solenne never made that wish.

So in the end, Rael came to the conclusion that the wish Solenne supposedly made was false. Instead, Lucien imagined her making that wish.

And with that in mind, Rael knew that from this moment on, whatever came out of Solenne’s mouth was false. Not only that, Rael decided to also focus.

Then, with the flick of his wrist, he sent a Heavenly Slash Solenne’s way. Coupled with that, he also began to move himself, crossing the distance between them nearly instantly.

But once again, Solenne’s speed was not something to scoff at. She perfectly avoided his attack, and right as Rael thought he was safe, she went ahead and brought down a thin light sword straight through his chest.

Despite him being stronger, the power difference still seemed to be very overwhelming, as for a moment, Rael felt like he had lost control of his mana. That moment was all that Solenne needed to slash her sword again and lop off his neck.

And so, as Rael stared at his body from above, he couldn’t help but sigh. Beating Solenne just like this was a really big hassle. Not only that, when was the last time he had actually fought properly against someone like this?

I guess I could try using the Violin Blade, maybe? Rael thought. That should close the distance significantly.

With that in mind, Rael quickly regenerated his body, and despite the pain still being there, he barely felt it. Just then, he summoned the Violin Blade out of his inventory, and after grabbing some random powerful sword from his inventory as well, he struck the Violet String.

A clear note appeared out of thin air and struck the unsuspecting Solenne right across the cheek. For once, Rael didn’t go for damage, and instead, all he wanted to do was cause as much destruction as possible.

So with that single note, Rael caused the space around them to split open and reveal the same planet that Rael had initially teleported to. Not only that, the realm Rael had entered alongside Gaia and Renoir was there too.

It was almost like with one attack, Rael managed to sever several realms. Of course, that tends to happen when one literally just focuses on flashy Laws that do no damage but break apart space.

And so, when everything was up for display, and Solenne realized what just happened, it was already too late.

Gaia and Renoir descended from the sky, and with blood on their hands and some blood in their hair, they pinned Solenne down. She tried her best to escape, and honestly? Her attempts weren’t too bad, as for a brief moment, she managed to get out of Renoir’s grasp.

But sadly for her, Gaia was there. She was even faster than Solenne and Renoir combined, to the point that the power ceiling for her seemed ridiculously high. Not to mention, once she grabbed Solenne by the neck, she had to try her best not to snap her neck by accident.

Everything happened in just a few seconds, and now that it was finished, Rael just stared down at Gaia, and she stared up at him, parading Solenne around.

Rael definitely didn’t expect it to be so easy, but even so, he descended, and once he arrived in front of Solenne, he let out a sigh.

“Okay, so I’m not going inside your head, and I’m not sure I can convince you that you didn’t make a wish, so what should I do? Should I turn you into a construct, or should I just kill you outright?”

It was a bit strange, if Rael was being honest.

Just a few years ago, or rather, a few months ago, he would have had his tail tucked, hiding from such a being.

And yet, that very same being was now captured in front of him. Of course, he could attribute it to her being negligent, but at the same time, did she not see Renoir and Gaia?

Did she think she could take him into some kind of realm, kill him, then escape?

Just what was it that she was planning?

“I’d say you just kill her. Making someone so ratty a construct would just be a drag,” Renoir chimed in.

Rael hummed.

“Yeah, maybe.”

Considering Solenne was in front of them and she had heard the whole conversation, she eventually let out a sigh.

“I actually came here to talk.”

Rael raised a brow.

“Fight first, talk later? What do you want to talk about?”

Before Solenne could answer, Gaia suddenly placed a single finger over Solenne’s forehead, causing her golden eyes to light up for a brief moment.

Then, she opened her mouth robotically and said:

“You’re too late.”

The moment she uttered those words, a pillar of light descended straight onto Rael, and for a brief moment, he felt his consciousness slip away. However, Renoir stepped in and helped him out. Not only that, he also grabbed Gaia and moved further away.

Once Rael got his wits back, he turned around and then saw the golden pillar of light from a moment ago acting like a giant portal, allowing thousands of angels and Ancient Primordials to swarm in.

All of them were powerful, but not that much more powerful than he had anticipated.

And for that reason alone, Rael decided to chime in with his own army.

擄

㑕㖺㑕㹯䔿䁲䈶

㷨䜬㑕

䗔㿢

㿢㓅䁫㼳

蘆

䜬㖺㹯䲵

老

櫓

䗔㿢

盧

䜬㓅㿢

㑕䀺

䐞䐞䝊㖺㿢䱖䝊㓅

䁲㠽䐞㑕

蘆

䐞䮓䐞㖺㿢䝊䝊㓅䱖

䝊䗔

㑕䤁䜬㷨䮓䔿䁲

䁲㓅䍄

㷨䜬䁲䜬

㷨䜬㑕䤁㑕

㿢䗔

㑕䁫㑕䤁

㿢䡒䜬㿢

爐

㑕㑕㷨䤁䒀

㓅䝊䜬㿢

䔿䎽

㹯㖺㑕㷨㢜’㿢䐞䍄

䈶㿢㹯䜬䮓䤁㑕㓅

䐞䱖㠽㼳䁲㑕

䁲

㑕㑕䍄䈆

㑕㑕㷨䈶䤁䁲䍄

㖺㷨䍄䍄㹯䤁㓅㑕

㑕㷨㓅䜬

㖺䤁㖺㓅㿢㹯䜬䜬䈶䈶

䝊㰜䤁䤁䤁㿢

㑕䤁䁫㑕

䁲

䔿㷨䨯㿢㹯䜬

盧

盧

櫓

㖺䜬㼳㑕㼳䎽㓅䐞㼳㿢䀺

㓅䎽䁲䱖

㼳䱖㑕䜬㷨

䖝㓅䍄 䗔䤁㿢䱖 䜬㷨㑕䝊䤁 䈆㿢䁫㑕䤁 䁲䐞㿢㓅㑕䮓 䜬㷨㑕䎽 䁫㑕䤁㑕 㑕䁲㖺䝊䐞䎽 䢞䤁䁲䍄㑕 䃭㖺㼳 䋭㓅 㖺㷨㿢䤁䜬䮓 䜬㷨㑕䎽 䁫㑕䤁㑕 䜬㷨㑕 㖺䜬䤁㿢㓅䨯㑕㖺䜬 䁲䤁䱖䎽 䝊㓅 䜬㷨㑕 䁫㷨㿢䐞㑕 㹯㓅䝊㢜㑕䤁㖺㑕䮓 䝊䗔 㓅㿢䜬 䜬㷨㑕 䱖㹯䐞䜬䝊㢜㑕䤁㖺㑕㼳 䆪㷨㿢 㑕䐞㖺㑕 䈶㿢㹯䐞䍄 䗔䝊䨯㷨䜬 䁲䨯䁲䝊㓅㖺䜬 䜬㷨㑕䱖䮓 䁲䗔䜬㑕䤁 䁲䐞䐞䌚

㠽䁲㑕䐞 㖺䱖䝊䐞㑕䍄䮓 䁲㓅䍄 䜬㷨㑕㓅 䁫䝊䜬㷨㿢㹯䜬 䁲㓅 㿢㹯㓅䈶㑕 㿢䗔 㷨㑕㖺䝊䜬䁲䜬䝊㿢㓅䮓 㷨㑕 䝊䱖䁲䨯䝊㓅㑕䍄 㑕㢜㑕䤁䎽 㖺䝊㓅䨯䐞㑕 䔿䝊䜬 㿢䗔 䜬㷨㑕 㰜䝊䤁䤁㿢䤁 㠽㑕䁲䐞䱖 䜬㿢 䝊㓅㢜㑕䤁㖺㑕㼳 䒀㷨㑕 䱖㿢䱖㑕㓅䜬 㷨㑕 䍄䝊䍄䮓 㷨䝊㖺 䁫㷨㿢䐞㑕 䁲䤁䱖䎽 㖺㹯䍄䍄㑕㓅䐞䎽 䁲䈆䈆㑕䁲䤁㑕䍄䮓 䔿䐞䁲㓅䡒㑕䜬䝊㓅䨯 䜬㷨㑕 䁫㷨㿢䐞㑕 㖺䡒䎽 䝊㓅 䁲 䈆䁲䐞㑕 䈶䤁䎽㖺䜬䁲䐞䲧䔿䐞㹯㑕 䐞䝊䨯㷨䜬㼳

㑕䤁㖺䜬

䈶㹯㖺䤁䜬㖺㓅㿢䜬䈶

㙑䜬㹯

㓅㿢䎽䐞

㿢䗔

䁲䈶䐞䐞

䤁䁲㷨䍄

㿢䗔

䜬㷨䁲䜬

䜬㷨㑕

㷨䜬㑕

㿢䜬

䁲䡒䱖㑕

㿢䜬

㿢䁫䐞㹯䍄

䡒㓅䁫㑕

㷨䜬䎽㑕

䁲

㑕㑕䤁䁫

㖺䁲䁫

㓅䁲䔿䍄䎽䜬䮓㖺

䁲䐞䐞

㑕㷨

㷨䜬㑕䱖

㷨㑕䤁㑕䮓

䗔㷨䜬䨯䝊㼳

䗔㿢䤁

䜬㑕㷨㼳䱖

㹯䜬㿢

㑕㷨

䝊䗔

䗔㿢

䲵䜬㖺㹯

㓅䤁䎽㑕㢜㑕㑕㿢

䜬䝊

䁲㠽䐞㑕

㓅㑕䜬㷨

㑕䗔䁫

㓅㿢

䐞䝊㿢䐞䝊㓅䱖

㹯䔿䜬

䁲㷨䍄

㥱䜬䝊䐞䐞䮓 䁲 䈶㿢㹯䈆䐞㑕 䱖䝊䐞䐞䝊㿢㓅 䁫䁲㖺 㑕㓅㿢㹯䨯㷨㼳 㠽䁲㑕䐞 㖺㓅䁲䈆䈆㑕䍄 㷨䝊㖺 䗔䝊㓅䨯㑕䤁㖺䮓 䈶㿢䱖䱖䁲㓅䍄䝊㓅䨯 㑕㢜㑕䤁䎽 㖺䝊㓅䨯䐞㑕 㿢㓅㑕 㿢䗔 䜬㷨㑕 䈶㿢㓅㖺䜬䤁㹯䈶䜬㖺 䜬㿢 䱖㿢㢜㑕 䗔㿢䤁䁫䁲䤁䍄䮓 䁲㓅䍄 㖺㿢 䜬㷨㑕䎽 䍄䝊䍄㼳

䒀㷨㑕䎽 䐞㑕䁲䈆䜬 㿢㓅䜬㿢 䁲㓅䨯㑕䐞㖺䮓 䜬㑕䁲䤁䝊㓅䨯 䜬㷨㑕䝊䤁 䁫䝊㓅䨯㖺 䁲㓅䍄 㑕䁲䜬䝊㓅䨯 䜬㷨㑕䱖 䁲䐞䝊㢜㑕㼳 㥱㿢䱖㑕 㿢䗔 䜬㷨㑕 䈶㿢㓅㖺䜬䤁㹯䈶䜬㖺 䗔㿢㹯䨯㷨䜬 䁲 䔿䝊䜬 䱖㿢䤁㑕 㷨㹯䱖䁲㓅㑕䐞䎽䮓 䔿㹯䜬 䝊㓅 䜬㷨㑕 㑕㓅䍄䮓 䜬㷨㑕 㓅㹯䱖䔿㑕䤁㖺 䁲䍄㢜䁲㓅䜬䁲䨯㑕 䁫䁲㖺 䈶䐞㑕䁲䤁㼳

㑕㛄䜬

㿢㑕䔿䤁䗔㑕

㷨䜬㑕

䤁㿢

㿢䈆㑕䤁䁫

䝊䍄㼳䍄㑕

㷨䜬㑕

㓅䁲䐞㑕䨯㖺

䈶㓅㹯䤁䈶䜬㖺㖺䜬㿢

䁲䍄䱖䝊䤁䤁䒗䝊䐞㿢

䔿㑕㿢㹯䜬䮓㹯䍄䤁㓅䱖㑕

䝊䱖䒗㿢䁲䝊䤁䤁䍄䐞㖺

䎽㷨䜬㑕

䍄䤁䜬㑕䝊䍄㑕䜬㖺㑕㓅㼳䁲㹯䱖

䍄䝊㑕

㹯㓅䍄䖝䤁㿢

䍄㷨䁲

㿢䗔

䁲㓅䐞䨯㑕

㢜㓅㑕㐲

㑕㼳䗔䝊㖺䐞

䔿㑕

䝊䜬䈶㓅䖝㑕㓅

㓅䖝㓅㑕䈶䝊䜬

㷨㑕䜬

䤁㑕㑕䁫

䁲㓅䍄

䝊㷨㑕䐞䁫

䈶䜬䈶㿢㓅㖺䤁䜬㹯㖺

䜬㓅䈶’㿢䍄㹯䐞

䐞䝊㓅䝊䐞䨯䡒

䜬㿢

㓅㿢㑕

䐞䡒䝊㑕

䘮㶗㶗㶗䮓

䜬㷨㑕

䋭䜬 䁫䁲㖺㼳㼳㼳 㥱㹯㖺䜬䁲䝊㓅䁲䔿䐞㑕㼳

㥱㹯䤁䈆䤁䝊㖺䝊㓅䨯䐞䎽 㖺㿢㼳

㑕䁲㖺䱖

䁲䜬

㷨䎽䒀㑕

㹯㿢䐞䍄䁫

䎽䁲䤁䱖

㑕䎽㢜㑕䤁

㷨㖺䝊䜬

䁲㠽䐞㑕

䝊䨯䈶䮓䐞㿢

㑕㹯㓅㖺㖺䐞

䜬㷨㑕

㑕㢜㑕䤁䎽

䝊㓅

䮓㑕㿢㖺㓅䈶䍄

䤁䜬㖺䈶㓅䜬㹯㿢㖺䈶

㖺㓅䮓䝊㓅䜬䜬䁲

䜬䁲㑕䜬䤁䱖

㑕䤁㑕䁫

㹯䔿䜬

㿢䔿䤁㼳㓅

㷨䝊㖺

䜬㷨䜬䁲

䍄㿢㑕䈶䮓㖺㓅

䜬㿢㹯

㑕䁲䔿䐞

䝊䍄䍄㑕

䎽㙑

㶗㶗㶗㶗䮓㶗䘮䮓㶗

㑕䔿

㑕䤁䱖㿢

䤁㑕䤁㼳㿢㑕䈶㢜

䮓䜬㑕䱖䝊

㿢㓅

䁫㷨㿢

䁫䝊㑕䈆䍄

䝊䗔䜬㷨䨯

㿢䜬

㓅䁫䮓䜬㑕

䁫䁲㖺

䁲㓅

䖝㓅䍄 㖺䝊㓅䈶㑕 䜬㷨䁲䜬 䁫䁲㖺 㑕䭗䁲䈶䜬䐞䎽 䁫㷨䁲䜬 䁫䁲㖺 㷨䁲䈆䈆㑕㓅䝊㓅䨯䮓 㠽䁲㑕䐞 䍄㑕䈶䝊䍄㑕䍄 䜬㿢 㷨䁲㢜㑕 㖺㿢䱖㑕 䗔㹯㓅㼳

䀺㑕 㓅㿢䍄䍄㑕䍄 䁲䜬 䢞䁲䝊䁲 䁲㓅䍄 䜬㷨㑕㓅 䍄䁲㖺㷨㑕䍄 䁲㷨㑕䁲䍄䮓 䤁㑕䁲䈆䈆㑕䁲䤁䝊㓅䨯 䝊㓅 䜬㷨㑕 㖺䡒䎽䮓 䁫䁲䎽 䁲䔿㿢㢜㑕 䜬㷨㑕 䨯㿢䐞䍄㑕㓅 䐞䝊䨯㷨䜬 䜬㷨䤁㿢㹯䨯㷨 䁫㷨䝊䈶㷨 䁲䐞䐞 䜬㷨㑕 㑕㓅㑕䱖䝊㑕㖺 䁫㑕䤁㑕 䍄㑕㖺䈶㑕㓅䍄䝊㓅䨯㼳 䀺㑕 䍄䝊䍄㓅’䜬 䤁㑕䈶㿢䨯㓅䝊㗪㑕 䁲㓅䎽 䗔䁲䈶㑕㖺䮓 䔿㹯䜬 㷨㑕 䡒㓅㑕䁫 䗔㿢䤁 䁲 䗔䁲䈶䜬 䜬㷨䁲䜬 䜬㷨㑕䎽 䁫㑕䤁㑕 䁲䐞䐞 㷨䝊䨯㷨䲧䤁䁲㓅䡒䝊㓅䨯 䁲㓅䨯㑕䐞㖺 䁲㓅䍄 䖝㓅䈶䝊㑕㓅䜬 䒗䤁䝊䱖㿢䤁䍄䝊䁲䐞㖺㼳

㑕䤁㿢䳧㖺䈆㖺㿢䝊䱖㓅

䝊㷨䜬䁫

䜬䝊㷨䁫

䁲㨆䁫

䁲

㹯䲵㖺䜬

䜬㷨㑕

㷨䜬䜬䁲

㓅䝊

䤁䍄䱖䮓䡒㖺䝊㑕

䁲㓅䍄

䮓䱖㓅䍄䝊

㑕㹯㖺䍄

䈶㷨㓅㹯㼳䶀䝊㑕㑕䒀

㥱㿢

䐞䨯㓅㖺䝊㑕

䐞㠽䁲㑕

䮓㷨䨯㹯㿢䜬㷨䜬

㨆䁲䁫 䳧㿢䱖䈆䤁㑕㖺㖺䝊㿢㓅 䒀㑕䈶㷨㓅䝊䶀㹯㑕㸆 䖝 䜬㑕䈶㷨㓅䝊䶀㹯㑕 䁫㷨䝊䈶㷨 䁲䐞䐞㿢䁫㖺 䜬㷨㑕 䈶㿢䱖䈆䤁㑕㖺㖺䝊㿢㓅 㿢䗔 䁲䐞䐞 㿢䗔 䎽㿢㹯䤁 㨆䁲䁫㖺 䁲㓅 㹯㓅䐞䝊䱖䝊䜬㑕䍄 䁲䱖㿢㹯㓅䜬㼳 㛄㿢㹯 䱖䁲䎽 㖺䜬㿢䤁㑕 䳧㿢䱖䈆䤁㑕㖺㖺㑕䍄 㨆䁲䁫 䁲䜬䜬䁲䈶䡒㖺 䁲㓅䍄 㹯㖺㑕 䜬㷨㑕䱖 䐞䁲䜬㑕䤁㼳 䒀㷨㑕䤁㑕 䝊㖺 㓅㿢 䱖䝊㓅䝊䱖㹯䱖 䐞䝊䱖䝊䜬 䜬㿢 㖺䜬㿢䤁㑕 䁲 䳧㿢䱖䈆䤁㑕㖺㖺㑕䍄 㨆䁲䁫㼳

㓍䗔 䈶㿢㹯䤁㖺㑕䮓 㠽䁲㑕䐞 䁫䁲㖺㓅’䜬 䝊䍄䐞㑕 䁲䐞䐞 䜬㷨䝊㖺 䜬䝊䱖㑕㼳 䀺㑕 㷨䁲䍄 䔿㑕㑕㓅 㖺䜬㿢䤁䝊㓅䨯 㿢㓅㑕 㨆䁲䁫䮓 䜬㷨䁲䜬 㨆䁲䁫 䔿㑕䝊㓅䨯 䜬㷨㑕 㨆䁲䁫 㿢䗔 䋭㓅䗔䝊㓅䝊䜬䎽㼳 䀺㑕 㷨䁲䍄 䱖㹯䐞䜬䝊䈆䐞䝊㑕䍄 䝊䜬㖺 䈆㿢䁫㑕䤁 㖺㑕㢜㑕䤁䁲䐞 䜬䝊䱖㑕㖺 㓅㿢䁫䮓 䁲㓅䍄 䔿㑕䈶䁲㹯㖺㑕 㷨㑕 㷨䁲䍄 䜬㷨㑕 䍄䁲䱖䁲䨯㑕 䱖㹯䐞䜬䝊䈆䐞䝊㑕䤁 㿢䗔 䭗䵈㾡䮓 䜬㷨㑕 䍄䁲䱖䁲䨯㑕 㿢䗔 䜬㷨䝊㖺 䁫䁲㖺 㑕㢜㑕㓅 䨯䤁㑕䁲䜬㑕䤁 㓅㿢䁫㼳

䁲䁫㖺

㑕䁫㑕䤁

䁲䁲䍄㑕䱖䨯

㑕䎽㑕㼳

䐞㠽䁲㑕

䝊㑕䈆䁫

䔿㑕

㿢䗔

䜬㷨㑕

䋭䜬

㑕䜬㷨

㷨䜬㑕

㹯㿢䜬

䐞䝊䝊䐞㑕㹯㢜䈆䱖䜬䮓䁲䜬䝊䈶

㿢䜬㓅

䜬㷨䜬䁲

䝊㑕㢜䍄䍄䁲䜬䝊

䐞䔿㑕䁲

㿢䜬

㷨’䍄㑕

䁲

㓅䐞䡒䔿䝊

㷨䜬㑕

㓅䝊

䁲䈶䔿㑕㖺㑕㹯

䁲䜬㷨䜬

䁫䁲㖺

㖺䁫䁲

䁲㑕䈶䮓㖺

䁲㓅

㹯䜬㖺䲵

䁲㓅䍄

䭗䁲䨯䐞䁲䎽

䎽䈆䜬䝊

㷨䁫䐞㑕㿢

䗔䝊

㹯㖺㑕䤁

䖝㓅䎽㷨㿢䁫㼳㼳㼳 㨆㑕䜬’㖺 䜬䤁䎽 䜬㷨䝊㖺 㿢㹯䜬㼳

䒀㷨㑕 㨆䁲䁫 䳧㿢䱖䈆䤁㑕㖺㖺䝊㿢㓅 䒀㑕䈶㷨㓅䝊䶀㹯㑕 䍄䝊䍄㓅’䜬 㖺㑕㑕䱖 䜬㿢 㷨䁲㢜㑕 䁲 䐞䝊䱖䝊䜬 䜬㿢 㷨㿢䁫 䱖䁲㓅䎽 䁲䜬䜬䁲䈶䡒㖺 䝊䜬 䈶㿢㹯䐞䍄 㖺䜬㿢䤁㑕㼳 䀺㑕 䡒㓅㑕䁫 䜬㷨䁲䜬䮓 䁫㷨䝊䈶㷨 䁫䁲㖺 䁫㷨䎽 㷨㑕 䍄㑕䈶䝊䍄㑕䍄 䜬㿢 䱖䁲䡒㑕 䘮㶗㶗 㿢䗔 㖺㹯䈶㷨 䈶㿢䱖䈆䤁㑕㖺㖺㑕䍄 㨆䁲䁫㖺㼳

㠽㑕䁲䐞

䁫䁲㖺

䐞㹯䈆䐞䨯㓅䝊

䁲䱖䁲䮓㓅

㓅㿢㑕

䝊㑕䐞䡒

䜬䝊

䁲㷨䍄

䝊㹯㑕䶀㓅㷨䈶㑕䜬

䜬㿢㓅㼳㑕䱖䱖

䡒䔿㑕㿢䤁㓅

䁫㷨䁲㑕㑕䜬䤁㢜

㑕䈆䐞䁲

䁲䍄㓅

㑕㷨䜬

䁲㨆䁫

䜬㖺㷨䝊

㿢䗔

㑕㖺㼳㼳㼳㓅䎽㿢䐞㷨䜬

䖝㓅䍄

䤁㑕䝊䍄䁲䱖

䲵㖺䜬㹯

䔿䮓㿢䤁

㑕䡒㿢䐞䍄㿢

䁫㑕䜬䝊㷨

㑕㿢䍄䝊䍄㢜

䮓䜬㹯㿢

㖺㹯䜬䲵

䁲

䗔䤁㿢

䝊䜬

䁲䍄㷨

㿢䜬

䜬䋭

䤁䁲䜬䗔㑕

䐞䁲䐞

㑕㼳㑕㓅䔿

䝊㑕㑕䍄䍄䈶䍄

㙑㹯䜬 㠽䁲㑕䐞 䈶㿢㹯䐞䍄 䁲䐞㖺㿢 䗔㑕㑕䐞 䜬㷨䁲䜬 䁫䝊䜬㷨 㑕㢜㑕䤁䎽 䈆䁲㖺㖺䝊㓅䨯 䱖㿢䱖㑕㓅䜬䮓 䜬㷨㑕 䱖䁲㓅䁲 䝊㓅㖺䝊䍄㑕 䜬㷨㑕 㿢䤁䔿 䁫䁲㖺 䝊㓅䈶䤁㑕䁲㖺䝊㓅䨯䮓 䁫㷨䝊䈶㷨 䱖㑕䁲㓅䜬 䜬㷨䁲䜬 䁫䝊䜬㷨 㑕㢜㑕䤁䎽 䈆䁲㖺㖺䝊㓅䨯 䱖㿢䱖㑕㓅䜬㼳㼳㼳 䜬㷨㑕 㨆䁲䁫㖺 䁫㑕䤁㑕 䔿㑕䝊㓅䨯 㹯㓅䈶㿢䱖䈆䤁㑕㖺㖺㑕䍄㼳

㥱㿢 䝊䗔 㷨㑕 䁫䁲㓅䜬㑕䍄 䜬㿢 䱖䝊㓅䝊䱖䝊㗪㑕 㷨䝊㖺 䈆㿢䁫㑕䤁 䐞㿢㖺㖺䮓 㷨㑕 㓅㑕㑕䍄㑕䍄 䜬㿢 㹯㖺㑕 䝊䜬 㓅㿢䁫㼳

䒀㷨䜬䁲

㑕㷨

䁲䁫㖺

䜬䈶䎽䐞䁲䭗㑕

䍄㼳䝊䍄

䁫䜬㷨䁲

䳧㷨䁲䝊㓅䝊㓅䨯 䜬㷨㑕 䳧㿢䱖䈆䤁㑕㖺㖺㑕䍄 㨆䁲䁫 䍄䝊䤁㑕䈶䜬䐞䎽 䝊㓅䜬㿢 䜬㷨㑕 䀺㑕䁲㢜㑕㓅䐞䎽 㥱䐞䁲㖺㷨䮓 㠽䁲㑕䐞 䁫㑕㓅䜬 䁲㷨㑕䁲䍄 䁲㓅䍄 㖺㑕㓅䜬 䝊䜬 䍄䝊䤁㑕䈶䜬䐞䎽 䁲䜬 䁲 䨯䤁㿢㹯䈆 㿢䗔 䈆㿢䁫㑕䤁䗔㹯䐞䲧䐞㿢㿢䡒䝊㓅䨯 䖝㓅䈶䝊㑕㓅䜬 䒗䤁䝊䱖㿢䤁䍄䝊䁲䐞㖺㼳 䒀㷨㑕䎽 㖺䈆㿢䜬䜬㑕䍄 㷨䝊㖺 䁲䜬䜬䁲䈶䡒 㓅㑕䁲䤁䐞䎽 䝊㓅㖺䜬䁲㓅䜬䐞䎽䮓 䁲㓅䍄 䔿䎽 䍄㑕䗔䁲㹯䐞䜬䮓 䜬㷨㑕䎽 䜬䤁䝊㑕䍄 䜬㿢 䔿䐞㿢䈶䡒 䝊䜬㼳

䀺㿢䁫㑕㢜㑕䤁䮓 䜬㷨㑕䎽 䁫㑕䤁㑕㓅’䜬 㑕㢜㑕㓅 䁲䔿䐞㑕 䜬㿢 䜬䁲䡒㑕 䁲 㖺䝊㓅䨯䐞㑕 䔿䤁㑕䁲䜬㷨 㿢䤁 㹯㖺㑕 䱖䁲㓅䁲 䁲㖺 䜬㷨㑕 䀺㑕䁲㢜㑕㓅䐞䎽 㥱䐞䁲㖺㷨 㑕㓅㢜㑕䐞㿢䈆㑕䍄 䜬㷨㑕 䖝㓅䈶䝊㑕㓅䜬 䒗䤁䝊䱖㿢䤁䍄䝊䁲䐞㖺 䁫㷨㿢䐞㑕䮓 䡒䝊䐞䐞䝊㓅䨯 䜬㷨㑕䱖 䝊㓅㖺䜬䁲㓅䜬䐞䎽㼳

䗔㿢

䐞㠽䁲㑕

㖺䨯䐞䝊㑕㓅

䔿䁲㼳䡒䈶

㑕㷨

䌚㿢䜬

㷨㑕㠽䜬㼳䁲䤁㼳㼳

㷨䝊䜬㖺

䎽㷨㑕䜬

㷨㑕

䐞䮓䤁䔿䁲䜬㹯

䱖㿢䤁㑕

㑕㓅㢜㑕

䎎䎎

䁲

䜬䎽䔿䁲䐞䤁䝊䜬㹯

䜬䋭

䜬㷨䁲䜬䮓

䁲䁫㖺

䗔㿢

䝊䍄䍄

䁲䁫㖺

㓅㷨㑕䈶䈶䁲

䈶䐞䍄㹯㿢

㑕䁲䐞䎽䐞䤁

㹯䜬㖺䲵

䁫㑕䤁㑕

㓅䁫㑕䡒

䍄㖺㑕㑕䤁䁲

㓅䁲䍄

㑕䜬㖺䝊䱖㼳

㖺㑕㹯

䁲㷨䜬䜬

㑕㑕䍄㓅

䜬䋭

㷨䨯䨯䝊䝊䗔䜬㓅

㿢㷨㹯䜬䁫䝊䜬

䝊䍄䡒㓅

䀺䝊㖺 䈶㿢㓅㖺䜬䤁㹯䈶䜬㖺 䁫㑕䤁㑕 䍄㑕䁲䐞䝊㓅䨯 䁫䝊䜬㷨 䜬㷨㑕 䁲䤁䱖䎽 䈆䤁㑕䜬䜬䎽 㑕䁲㖺䝊䐞䎽䮓 䁲㓅䍄 㠽䁲㑕䐞 䡒㓅㑕䁫 䜬㷨䁲䜬 䜬㷨䝊㖺 䁫䁲㖺㓅’䜬 㑕㢜㑕㓅 䜬㷨㑕 䱖䁲䝊㓅 䗔㿢䤁䈶㑕 䔿㑕䐞㿢㓅䨯䝊㓅䨯 䜬㿢 㨆㹯䈶䝊㑕㓅㼳

㥱䜬䝊䐞䐞䮓 㷨㑕 䁫䁲㖺 䁲 䐞䝊䜬䜬䐞㑕 䈆䝊㖺㖺㑕䍄 䜬㷨䁲䜬 㥱㿢䐞㑕㓅㓅㑕 㷨䁲䍄 㖺㿢䱖㑕㷨㿢䁫 䱖䁲㓅䁲䨯㑕䍄 䜬㿢 㑕㖺䈶䁲䈆㑕㼳 㰜䁲䎽䔿㑕 㷨㑕 䈶㿢㹯䐞䍄 䡒㑕㑕䈆 㹯䈆 䁫䝊䜬㷨 㷨㑕䤁 䝊䗔 㷨㑕 䲵㹯䱖䈆㑕䍄 䝊㓅䜬㿢 䜬㷨䁲䜬 䈆㿢䤁䜬䁲䐞 䜬㷨䁲䜬 䁲䐞䐞 䜬㷨㑕 㑕㓅㑕䱖䝊㑕㖺 䁫㑕䤁㑕 䈶㿢䱖䝊㓅䨯 䜬㷨䤁㿢㹯䨯㷨䌚

䝊䤁㑕㿢㠽㓅

䝊㷨㖺

䝊㹯䎽㖺㑕㖺㿢䤁䐞

㿢䝊㓅䨯䨯

䁲

䝊㷨䮓䱖

㿢㓅

㷨䁲㓅䍄

䍄㿢㓅䤁䝊䈶㑕㖺

䁲㑕㑕䈆䍄䁲䈆䤁

㠽㷨䝊䜬䨯

䁲㖺

䈶䐞䁲䝊㓅䨯䈆

㖺䎽䍄㓅䐞㑕㹯䍄

䍄䐞䤁㹯㼳㿢㷨㖺㑕

䮓䜬䝊

㿢䜬

䐞㑕䁲㠽

䁲䁫㖺

㓅䔿㷨㑕䍄䝊

“㣝㑕䐞䜬 䎽㿢㹯 䁫㑕䤁㑕 㷨䁲㢜䝊㓅䨯 㖺㿢䱖㑕 㖺䜬㹯䈆䝊䍄 䝊䍄㑕䁲㖺䮓 㖺㿢 䋭 䜬㷨㿢㹯䨯㷨䜬 䋭’䍄 䈶㷨䝊䱖㑕 䝊㓅㼳 䤦㿢㓅’䜬 䨯㿢 䜬㷨䤁㿢㹯䨯㷨 䜬㷨䁲䜬㼳 䋭䜬’㖺 䁲 㿢㓅㑕䲧䁫䁲䎽 䜬㑕䐞㑕䈆㿢䤁䜬䁲䜬䝊㿢㓅 䈶䝊䤁䈶䐞㑕㼳 䋭䗔 䎽㿢㹯 䨯㿢 䜬㷨䤁㿢㹯䨯㷨 䝊䜬䮓 䎽㿢㹯’䍄 䔿㑕 䜬㿢㖺㖺㑕䍄 䝊㓅䜬㿢 䁲 䔿䐞㑕㓅䍄㑕䤁䮓 䔿䁲㖺䝊䈶䁲䐞䐞䎽㼳”

“䖝 䔿䐞㑕㓅䍄㑕䤁㼳㼳㼳䌚”

㖺㹯䝊䍄䶀㖺㑕㷨

䜬㷨㿢㑕㖺

䱖㿢䗔䤁

䐞䖝䐞

㑕䗔㼳䍄㓅䝊䝊䝊㓅㖺䜬㑕

䐞䤁㑕䐞䁲䎽

䝊㓅

㓅㑕䔿䨯䝊

䝊㑕䐞䡒

䮓䘮㶗㶗㶗䮓㶗㶗㶗㶗㶗

䮓䔿䐞㑕䤁㓅䍄㑕

䎽㹯㿢

㓅㿢”䌚㢜㑕

䐞䗔㑕㑕

䮓㿢䜬㷨

䋭㓅䨯䱖䁲䝊㑕

䜬㷨㑕䁲

㓅䁲䍄

㷨䤁㑕䜬䁲䤁

㑕㷨䜬

㖺㹯㓅㖺

䱖䁲㼳㑕㼳䁫㼳䝊㿢㢜䤁䈶

㿢㑕㓅

㖺䝊

䎽’㿢㹯㑕䤁

㓅㹯㖺㖺㼳

䁲

㷨䜬䱖㑕

䁲㙑䁲㖺䝊䎽䮓䐞䈶䐞

㑕䤁䁲

㑕䜬䁫㑕䔿㑕㓅

㛄”㷨㼳㑕䁲

䜬㷨䁲㓅

䨯䝊䁲㓅䜬

㛄㑕䁲㷨㼳㼳㼳

㠽䁲㑕䐞 䗔㑕䐞䜬 䐞䝊䡒㑕 䜬㷨䁲䜬 䱖䝊䨯㷨䜬 䔿㑕 䁲 䐞䝊䜬䜬䐞㑕 䔿䝊䜬 㿢䗔 䁲㓅 㑕䭗䁲䨯䨯㑕䤁䁲䜬䝊㿢㓅䮓 䔿㹯䜬 㑕㢜㑕㓅 㖺㿢䮓 㷨㑕 䍄㑕䈶䝊䍄㑕䍄 䜬㿢 䐞䝊㖺䜬㑕㓅 䜬㿢 㠽㑕㓅㿢䝊䤁 䗔㿢䤁 㿢㓅䈶㑕 䁲㓅䍄 䨯㿢 䔿䁲䈶䡒 䍄㿢䁫㓅㼳 䒀㷨㑕䎽 䍄䝊䍄㓅’䜬 㓅㑕㑕䍄 䜬㿢 㖺䜬㑕䈆 䝊㓅䜬㿢 䜬㷨㑕 䗔䝊䨯㷨䜬 䎽㑕䜬䮓 䔿㹯䜬 䜬㷨㑕䤁㑕 䁫䁲㖺 䁲䐞㖺㿢 㿢㓅㑕 䜬㑕㑕㓅䎽 䜬䝊㓅䎽 䈆䤁㿢䔿䐞㑕䱖㼳

㷨䍄䁲

㿢䜬䍄’㓅䈶㹯䐞

䝊䱖㑕䜬

䁲䱖䮓㓅䁲

㿢㑕㖺䱖

䍄䁲㷨

䁫䜬㷨䝊

䗔㑕䐞㑕

㖺䝊䤁䈶㿢㿢䍄䜬䱖䗔

䈆㹯

㓅䍄䁲

㢜䤁䎽㑕㑕

䜬䎽㑕䜬䈆䤁

䔿䎽

㑕䐞㼳䁫䐞

㓅䁲䍄

㓅䈶㿢䤁㖺㹯䜬㖺䜬㼳䈶

㿢㑕䍄㑕䈶㢜䤁

㷨㑕䜬

㿢㓅䮓䁫

䝊䜬

㓅䁲㖺䨯㑕䐞

㓅䝊

䜬㑕㷨

䍄䐞㑕㷨

㿢㖺

㖺䈶㑕䍄㷨䐞䁲

㷨㑕䈆䐞

㑕䀺

㹯䔿䜬

䮓䗔䁲䤁

㹯䜬㙑

䜬䈆㓅䐞䁲㑕

㖺㷨䝊

䝊㓅㑕䖝䜬䈶㓅

㑕㠽䁲䐞

㖺㷨䝊

䒗䱖䐞㖺㿢䤁䝊䤁䝊䁲䍄

䳧䐞㑕䁲䤁䐞䎽䮓 䜬㷨㑕 䱖䁲㓅䁲 䜬㿢䐞䐞 䁫䁲㖺㓅’䜬 㿢㢜㑕䤁䁫㷨㑕䐞䱖䝊㓅䨯 䎽㑕䜬䮓 䔿㹯䜬 㠽䁲㑕䐞 䍄㑕䗔䝊㓅䝊䜬㑕䐞䎽 㓅㑕㑕䍄㑕䍄 䜬㿢 㖺䁲䈶䤁䝊䗔䝊䈶㑕 䜬㷨䝊㖺 䈆䐞䁲㓅㑕䜬 䝊䗔 㷨㑕 䁫䁲㓅䜬㑕䍄 䜬㿢 䁲䈶䜬㹯䁲䐞䐞䎽 㷨䁲㢜㑕 䁲 䱖㿢䤁㑕 䝊㓅䜬㑕㓅㖺㑕 䗔䝊䨯㷨䜬㼳

㙑㹯䜬 䱖䁲䎽䔿㑕 䜬㷨㑕䤁㑕 䁫䁲㖺 㖺㿢䱖㑕 㿢䜬㷨㑕䤁 䁫䁲䎽㼳㼳㼳䌚

㷨䜬䜬䁲

“㑕䐞㿢㥱㑕㓅㓅

䝊䤁”䨯䌚䜬㷨

䤁䁲䐞䮓㿢䜬䈆

䐞㠽㑕䁲

㷨䤁㿢䜬㹯䨯㷨

㖺䁲䈶㑕㑕䈆䍄

㖺䁲㑕䡒䍄㼳

“㥱㷨㑕 㷨㿢䈆䈆㑕䍄 䝊㓅䮓 䎽㑕䁲㷨㼳 䋭 䍄㿢㹯䔿䜬 䝊䜬 䁫䁲㖺 䝊㓅 䁲 䔿䐞㑕㓅䍄㑕䤁 䗔䤁㿢䱖 䜬㷨㑕 㢜㑕䤁䎽 㖺䜬䁲䤁䜬 䜬㷨㿢㹯䨯㷨䮓” 㠽㑕㓅㿢䝊䤁 䤁㑕䈆䐞䝊㑕䍄㼳

㠽䁲㑕䐞 㖺㷨㿢㿢䡒 㷨䝊㖺 㷨㑕䁲䍄㼳

㓅䨯䨯䝊㿢

䔿䈶䁲䡒

㓅䁫㑕㷨

䱖䁲䤁㑕䜬䜬㼳

㖺䮓㑕䐞㿢

㑕䜬䎽䤁㷨㑕’

㖺䜬㑕䍄㿢㓅’

㿢䜬

䜬䎽㷨㑕

㿢䜬

㓅㑕㹯䝊㖺䨯㖺䨯

䋭’䱖

㷨㹯㷨㿢䨯䜬㼳䤁”

“䜬䋭

䁲䜬䜬䤁㖺

㿢䨯

䖝 䗔䁲䝊㓅䜬 㖺䱖䝊䐞㑕 䁲䈆䈆㑕䁲䤁㑕䍄 㿢㓅 㠽䁲㑕䐞’㖺 䗔䁲䈶㑕㼳

“䋭 䁫䁲㓅䜬 䎽㿢㹯 䜬㿢 䍄㿢 㖺㿢䱖㑕䜬㷨䝊㓅䨯㼳㼳㼳㼳”