Novel Bin
Chapter 623: Reminiscing About a Certain Fag
Chapter 623: Reminiscing About a Certain Fag
"I see. Before you continue, can I have a small request? Since you already know so much about me, I'll just confess to the fact I killed Soren and made his ex-slave into my group's tanker. I want to have Lyra present from now on."
"Hoh…?" Instant amusement was visible in Vex's playful eyes.
"Once it became clear Soren was a traitor, a mule of the Phantom League, you, Raika, and Orianna engaged the three higher-ups of the syndicate while the rest of us fought their soldiers. We killed Soren back then, resulting in Lyra falling headfirst to the ground."
It was the Hexblade herself who continued my tale for me, with a pair of teary eyes adorning her gorgeous features. "You grabbed the paralyzed girl and took your portal to safety while leaving your poor future wife frantically searching for you, thinking her beloved had vanished into thin air… Is this what they call domestic abuse? Am I a victim?"
I looked at her, entirely unimpressed. "Before you get into your self-pity party too much, might I remind you of the fact you were nothing but a strange examiner back then who kept appearing and disappearing at your leisure, leaving all of us shitting our pants because we could not tell when you were spying on us? I only declared my intentions to make you mine later, so no, I did not leave my future wife on her own, I left three hazardous women on their own."
"I didn't know you had such a low opinion of Orianna, but I get it, future hubby. That woman truly is a goner." Vex deflected everything without an ounce of shame evident on her face. It didn't even make sense, because I did not see Orianna disappear and reappear multiple times, hell, I only saw her that one time back then, but that did not bother Vex one bit.
"As for your question, you don't have to worry about my reaction to learning you stole Soren's property from under our noses—instead of giving you problems, I'm simply impressed. Truth be told, I had completely forgotten about that closeted homosexual until now. Hehe, do you guys remember what he said?"
She began snickering, and Ayame replied with a similar amount of mocking glee in her tone. "I remember his exact words, they're impossible to forget. I quote, 'Let me tell you, my guy, Vex is the prettiest woman I've seen in my entire life. I would trade Lyra for just a chance at making her mine in a heartbeat. I would even suck a fat cock for it.'"
"Exactly! No wonder he was a Phantom League member, hehehe!" Vex burst out into a hearty laughter, I could already tell she would become good friends with Ayame after some time spent together. As for Ayame, she also snickered alongside the platinum-haired gal, but she was also thinking of something else. Namely, the Phantom League. They are likely behind her sister, Kaede, who almost certainly killed their father and most certainly betrayed Ayame.
"[Warp Gate]"
<Join us, Lyra. I got the go-ahead from Vex.>
<Huh?!> The girl couldn't help but yelp, I did intrude on her quite abruptly, to be fair. Even worse, I straight-up invaded her mind at my leisure. <Lord Quinlan?>
<Are you busy?>
<N-no, I'm ready to serve! Are you under threat, Lord Quinlan?!>
Without even waiting for a reply, the stalwart warrioress took her sword and shield in hand before rushing into the portal without a shred of fear for her personal safety.
Not wishing to see this adorable girl embarrass herself by jumping into the bath, I created wind currents to catch her in the air, making her hover a few inches from the water.
"Huh?!!" An even stronger yelp voiced her evident shock, alongside her flailing limbs desperately trying to reach solid ground.
"Cecile! Help Lyra change!" I shouted at the maids chittering at the bottom of the makeshift tower bath and then delivered the pink-haired tanker to the ladies who giggled cutely upon witnessing her complete bamboozlement before beginning to detach her armor pieces one after the other.
Soon, a beyond embarrassed girl with wonderful feminine curves extended her toes into the water while doing her best to hide her lady parts with her arms despite them being hidden behind bath clothes. Lyra plopped down next to Aurora on my right. As I observed the woman, I couldn't help but notice that it was not only her hair that was a shade of pink right now.
I didn't know for certain what caused her current feelings. Was it her rushing into a bath where people were enjoying a nice dip? Or perhaps it was just that this was the first time she saw me naked. I could see how that would make an inexperienced young girl like her feel entirely out of her element.
"It's good to finally have you in our midst. Wrath will no longer have to be the main frontliner of the group."
She snapped her head my way before nodding many times in quick succession, "Y-yes, Lord Quinlan! I'll do my best!"
Knowing how badly she wanted to turn invisible right now, I elected to spare her by moving on. "You didn't finish your tale yet, future wife."
"Hehe, nice seeing you again, young lady. I wanted to say you've upgraded your master to a much better one, but seeing a severe lack of a cumbersome collar strapped to your neck, you've met a truly generous man," Vex greeted Lyra before turning toward me. "You're a lot more benevolent than I assumed. I thought you would enslave her."
'That's exactly what I did…' I replied wryly in my mind. Her words alluded to the fact they had no deep understanding of my powers. What Vex assumed was that while Lyra was paralyzed, I took her to a slave merchant and had them conduct the enslavement procedure. However, I was the Primordial Subjugator—I did not need my slaves to wear a collar for my binding magic to work.
"Back to the topic at hand…" Vex mused before her lips turned upward in a mocking manner, "Future hubby, did I give you more credit than deserved when I assumed you to be a cunning, smart man?"
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䰉㶔䧔㺡 㿤 㸼䑙㔺 㸼䊺㶔㔾㣶䊽 㸼㺡䟙 䫓䟙㡥㿤㹁 䊺䏌㸼㶔㹁㡥䉡 "䉜㹁 䟙㵦䧔㔾䟙䊺䟙䑙㔺 䧔㿤䑙䑙 㸼䉪䟙䑙䑙䍪㿤㸼䧔䟙㔾 㻔㶔䧔㺡 㿤 㸼㿤䫓䟙㔾 㶔㹁 㺡㿤㹁㵣䊽 㿤 㔿㿤䊺䏌㔾㿤㶔䊽 㿤㹁 㓶㹁䍪㺡㿤㹁䧔䟙㔾䊽 㿤 䪧㺡㿤㹁䧔䒊䊺 㻦㿤㹁㶔㹁䟙… 㮙㹁䧔㔾䒊㵣䏌䍪䟙㵣 䧔䒊 䧔㺡䟙 㸼㔺㹁㵣㶔䍪㿤䧔䟙 䫓㔺 㿤㹁 㿤㵣㠁䟙㹁䧔䏌㔾䟙㔾 㸼䧔㿤䧔㶔䒊㹁䟙㵣 㶔㹁 㜐㔾㿤䟙㵣䒊㹁… 㮙䧔 䧔䒊䒊㣶 䊺䟙 㿤䫓䒊䏌䧔 㿤㹁 㺡䒊䏌㔾 䧔䒊 䤚㶔㹁㵣 㿤 䍪䏌㔾㶔䒊䏌㸼 䑙㶔䧔䧔䑙䟙 㻔䒊䒊㵣䟙㹁 㶔㹁㹁 㻔㶔䧔㺡 㿤 㠁䟙㔾㔺 㿤䍪䍪䒊䊺䊺䒊㵣㿤䧔㶔㹁㡥 㶔㹁㹁㣶䟙䟙䉪䟙㔾… 䉜 䊺䟙㔾䟙 䊺㶔㹁䏌䧔䟙 㿤㹁㵣 㿤 䫓䟙㿤䏌䧔㶔䤚䏌䑙 㸼䊺㶔䑙䟙 㻔䟙㔾䟙 㿤䑙䑙 㶔䧔 䧔䒊䒊㣶 䧔䒊 㺡㿤㠁䟙 㺡㶔䊺 㸼䉪㶔䑙䑙 䟙㠁䟙㔾㔺䧔㺡㶔㹁㡥 㺡䟙 㣶㹁䟙㻔䉡"
䌐䟙㿤㔾㶔㹁㡥 㺡䟙㔾 㻔䒊㔾㵣㸼䊽 䕭䏌䍪㶔䑙䑙䟙 㶔䊺䊺䟙㵣㶔㿤䧔䟙䑙㔺 䤚䑙㶔㹁䍪㺡䟙㵣䊽 㿤㹁㵣 㸼㺡䟙 㻔㿤㸼㹁'䧔 㿤䑙䒊㹁䟙䉡 䰉䟙 㵣䟙䍪㶔㵣䟙㵣 䧔䒊 䑙䟙㿤㠁䟙 㺡䟙㔾 䟙㵦㓐㺡䏌㸼䫓㿤㹁㵣 㿤㹁㵣 㵣㿤䏌㡥㺡䧔䟙㔾 㶔㹁 㜐㔾㿤䟙㵣䒊㹁 䫓䟙䍪㿤䏌㸼䟙 䒊䏌㔾 㺡䒊䊺䟙 㻔㿤㸼㹁'䧔 䍪䒊䊺䉪䑙䟙䧔䟙㵣 㔺䟙䧔䊽 㿤㹁㵣 㿤䑙㸼䒊䊽 㵣㔾㿤㡥㡥㶔㹁㡥 䧔㺡䟙䊺 㿤㻔㿤㔺 䤚㔾䒊䊺 䧔㺡䟙㶔㔾 䑙㶔㠁䟙㸼 㻔㿤㸼㹁'䧔 㿤㹁 䟙㿤㸼㔺 䧔㺡㶔㹁㡥 䧔䒊 㵣䒊䉡 䲠㿤㠁䟙㹁㿤 㻔㿤㸼 㿤 㔺䒊䏌㹁㡥 㻔䒊䊺㿤㹁䊽 䫓䟙㶔㹁㡥 㸼䏌㔾㔾䒊䏌㹁㵣䟙㵣 䫓㔺 䊺㿤㶔㵣㸼 㿤㹁㵣 䍪䒊㹁㸼䧔㔾䏌䍪䧔㶔䒊㹁 㸼䑙㿤㠁䟙㸼 㻔㿤㸼 㹁䒊䧔 㶔㵣䟙㿤䑙 䤚䒊㔾 㺡䟙㔾 㵣䟙㠁䟙䑙䒊䉪䊺䟙㹁䧔䉡 䄧㿤䧔䏌㔾㿤䑙䑙㔺䊽 㶔䤚 㮙 㣶㹁䟙㻔 䧔㺡䟙 㔾㶔㸼㣶㸼䊽 㮙 㻔䒊䏌䑙㵣'㠁䟙 㔾䟙䑙䒊䍪㿤䧔䟙㵣 䧔㺡䟙䊺 㿤㹁㔺㻔㿤㔺䉡
"㔿䒊㔾㔾㔺…" 䕭䏌䍪㶔䑙䑙䟙 䊺䏌䧔䧔䟙㔾䟙㵣 㻔䟙㿤㣶䑙㔺䉡 㮙 䤚䒊䏌㹁㵣 㹁䒊 䤚㿤䏌䑙䧔㸼 㻔㶔䧔㺡 㺡䟙㔾 㿤䍪䧔㶔䒊㹁㸼䊽 㸼䒊 㮙 㸼㦫䏌䟙䟙㙱䟙㵣 㺡䟙㔾 㸼䟙㹁㸼䏌㿤䑙 䧔㺡㶔㡥㺡㸼 䤚㶔㔾䊺䑙㔺 䧔䒊 㔾䟙㿤㸼㸼䏌㔾䟙 䧔㺡㶔㸼 㻔䒊㹁㵣䟙㔾䤚䏌䑙 㻔䒊䊺㿤㹁䉡
"㮙䧔 㻔㿤㸼㹁'䧔 䜀䏌㸼䧔 䏌㸼 㻔㺡䒊 䊺㿤㵣䟙 䧔㺡䟙 㵣㶔㸼䍪䒊㠁䟙㔾㔺䊽" 㔘䟙㵦 㸼䉪䒊㣶䟙 䏌䉪 㿤㡥㿤㶔㹁䉡 "䄧䒊 䒊㹁䟙 䍪㿤㔾䟙㵣 䏌㹁䧔㶔䑙 䧔㺡䟙 䤚㶔㹁㿤䑙 㔾䒊䏌㹁㵣 䒊䤚 䧔㺡䟙 䧔㔾㶔㿤䑙㸼䊽 䫓䏌䧔 䒊㹁䍪䟙 㔺䒊䏌 䊺㿤㵣䟙 㿤 㸼䉪䟙䍪䧔㿤䍪䑙䟙 㻔㺡䟙㔾䟙 㔺䒊䏌 㸼㺡䒊㻔䍪㿤㸼䟙㵣 㔺䒊䏌㔾 㓶䑙䟙䊺䟙㹁䧔㿤䑙 㔿䒊㠁䟙㔾䟙㶔㡥㹁 㸼䧔㿤䧔䏌㸼䊽 㶔䧔 㻔㿤㸼 㹁䒊 䑙䒊㹁㡥䟙㔾 䜀䏌㸼䧔 㜐䑙㿤䍪㣶 䱰㿤㹁㡥 㻔㺡䒊 㻔㿤㸼 㵣㔺㶔㹁㡥 䤚㔾䒊䊺 䍪䏌㔾㶔䒊㸼㶔䧔㔺䉡 䉜䑙䑙 䒊䧔㺡䟙㔾 㺡䟙㿤㵣㸼 㸼䟙㹁䧔 㸼䟙㿤㔾䍪㺡 䉪㿤㔾䧔㶔䟙㸼 㿤䑙䑙 㿤䍪㔾䒊㸼㸼 䧔㺡䟙 㵣䏌䍪㺡㔺䊽 㿤㹁㵣 䧔㺡䟙㔺 㻔䟙㔾䟙㹁'䧔 㿤䑙䒊㹁䟙—㹁䒊䫓䑙䟙㸼䊽 䑙䟙㿤㵣䟙㔾㸼 䒊䤚 䧔㺡䟙 䉜㵣㠁䟙㹁䧔䏌㔾䟙㔾'㸼 㫟䏌㶔䑙㵣䊽 䧔㺡䟙 䲠㿤㡥䟙'㸼 䉜㸼㸼䒊䍪㶔㿤䧔㶔䒊㹁䊽 䊺䟙䊺䫓䟙㔾㸼 䒊䤚 䒊䧔㺡䟙㔾 㸼㔺㹁㵣㶔䍪㿤䧔䟙㸼… 䟙㠁䟙㔾㔺䒊㹁䟙 㸼䟙㿤㔾䍪㺡䟙㵣 䤚䒊㔾 㔺䒊䏌䉡 䒴㺡䟙 㻔㺡䒊䑙䟙 䍪䒊䏌㹁䧔㔾㔺 㻔㿤㹁䧔㸼 䧔䒊 㔾䟙䍪㔾䏌㶔䧔 㯴䟙㠁㶔䑙 䧔㺡䟙 㓶䑙䟙䊺䟙㹁䧔㿤䑙 㔿䒊㠁䟙㔾䟙㶔㡥㹁䉡 䕭㿤㵣㔺 㜐䑙㿤䍪㣶 䱰㿤㹁㡥 㺡㿤㵣 䧔䒊 㸼䧔㿤䧔㶔䒊㹁 䊺䏌䑙䧔㶔䉪䑙䟙 㔿㺡㿤㵣䒊㻔 㔘㿤㹁㡥䏌㿤㔾㵣㸼 㿤䧔 䧔㺡䟙 㶔㹁㹁 䧔䒊 䉪㔾䒊䧔䟙䍪䧔 㔺䒊䏌㔾 㸼䟙䍪㔾䟙䧔㸼 䤚㔾䒊䊺 䫓䟙䍪䒊䊺㶔㹁㡥 䉪䏌䫓䑙㶔䍪 㣶㹁䒊㻔䑙䟙㵣㡥䟙䉡 㔿䒊䊺䟙䧔㶔䊺䟙㸼 䟙㠁䟙㹁 㮙 䒊㔾 㞒㿤㶔㣶㿤 㻔䒊䏌䑙㵣 㺡㿤㠁䟙 䧔䒊 㔾䏌㸼㺡 䧔䒊 䧔㺡䟙 䉪䑙㿤䍪䟙 㶔䤚 䧔㺡䟙 㸼䟙㹁䧔㔾㶔䟙㸼 㻔䟙㔾䟙 䫓䟙㶔㹁㡥 㿤䧔䧔㿤䍪㣶䟙㵣 䫓㔺 䊺㶔㡥㺡䧔㔺 䤚䒊䟙㸼䉡"
䒴㺡䟙 䑙㿤䧔䧔䟙㔾 㻔㿤㸼㹁'䧔 㿤 㺡䒊㔾㔾㶔䫓䑙㔺 䫓㶔㡥 䒊㔾㵣䟙㿤䑙 㿤㸼 㶔䧔 㻔㿤㸼㹁'䧔 䑙㶔㣶䟙 㮙 㻔㿤㸼 㿤 䉪䏌䫓䑙㶔䍪 䤚㶔㡥䏌㔾䟙䉡 䨣䏌㶔㹁䑙㿤㹁 㻔㿤㸼 㹁䒊䧔 䤚㿤䊺䒊䏌㸼䊽 㿤㹁㵣 䤚䒊㔾 䟙㠁䟙㔾㔺 䉪㔾㶔䊺䒊㔾㵣㶔㿤䑙 䧔㔾㶔㿤䑙 㮙 䉪㿤㸼㸼䟙㵣䊽 㮙 䍪䒊䏌䑙㵣 㸼㻔㿤䉪 䊺㔺 㹁㿤䊺䟙㸼䉡 䌐䒊㻔䟙㠁䟙㔾䊽 䲠㿤㠁䟙㹁㿤'㸼 㣶㶔㵣㹁㿤䉪䉪㶔㹁㡥 㻔䒊䏌䑙㵣'㠁䟙 䫓䟙䟙㹁 㿤㹁 㶔㹁䍪㔾䟙㵣㶔䫓䑙㔺 䫓㶔㡥 䉪㔾䒊䫓䑙䟙䊺䉡 㔿㺡䟙 㻔㿤㸼㹁'䧔 䟙㠁䟙㹁 䯈㔿䏌䫓䜀䏌㡥㿤䧔䟙㵣㰿䊽 㸼䒊 㮙 䍪䒊䏌䑙㵣㹁'䧔 䏌㸼䟙 䯈䔷㠁䟙㔾䑙䒊㔾㵣'㸼 㓶㔺䟙㸼㰿 䒊㔾 䯈䲠㿤㸼䧔䟙㔾'㸼 䕭㶔㹁㣶㰿 䧔䒊 䊺䒊䏌㹁䧔 㿤 㺡䒊㸼䧔㿤㡥䟙 䟙㵦䧔㔾㿤䍪䧔㶔䒊㹁 䊺㶔㸼㸼㶔䒊㹁䉡
䉜㸼 䤚䒊㔾 㺡䒊㻔 䊺㔺 䯈䰉㿤㔾䉪 㫟㿤䧔䟙㰿 㔾䟙䊺㿤㶔㹁䟙㵣 㿤 㸼䟙䍪㔾䟙䧔 㵣䟙㸼䉪㶔䧔䟙 䧔㺡䟙 㺡䟙㿤㠁㔺 㸼䏌㔾㠁䟙㶔䑙䑙㿤㹁䍪䟙䊽 䕭䏌䍪㶔䑙䑙䟙 㠁㶔㸼㶔䧔䟙㵣 㺡䟙㔾 㵣㿤䏌㡥㺡䧔䟙㔾 㿤䫓䒊䏌䧔 䒊㹁䍪䟙 㿤 㻔䟙䟙㣶䊽 㸼㺡䟙 㻔㿤㸼㹁'䧔 㻔㶔䑙䑙㶔㹁㡥 䧔䒊 㹁䟙㡥䑙䟙䍪䧔 䲠㿤㠁䟙㹁㿤䉡 䌐䒊㻔䟙㠁䟙㔾䊽 㮙 㸼㶔䊺䉪䑙㔺 䉪䒊㔾䧔㿤䑙䟙㵣 㺡䟙㔾 㔾㶔㡥㺡䧔 㶔㹁䧔䒊 䧔㺡䟙 㶔㹁㹁 㻔㺡䟙㔾䟙 䧔㺡䟙㔺 㻔䒊䏌䑙㵣 䊺䟙㔾㔾㶔䑙㔺 䍪㺡㿤䧔 䤚䒊㔾 㿤 䤚䟙㻔 㺡䒊䏌㔾㸼䊽 䧔㺡䟙 㸼䟙㹁䧔㔾㶔䟙㸼 㻔䟙㔾䟙 䑙㶔㣶䟙䑙㔺 㸼䧔㿤䧔㶔䒊㹁䟙㵣 䒊䏌䧔㸼㶔㵣䟙 䧔㺡䟙 㶔㹁㹁䉡 㮙䧔 㻔㿤㸼 䜀䏌㸼䧔 㵣䏌䊺䫓 䑙䏌䍪㣶䉡
㮙䧔 㻔㿤㸼 䧔㶔䊺䟙 䧔䒊 䊺䒊㠁䟙 䒊㹁䉡 "䒴㺡䟙 䤚㶔㹁㿤䑙 䊺㔺㸼䧔䟙㔾㔺 䧔䒊 䏌㹁㠁䟙㶔䑙 㶔㸼 㺡䒊㻔 㔺䒊䏌 䑙䟙㿤㔾㹁䟙㵣 䒊䤚 䊺㔺 㔾㿤䍪䟙䉡 㞒䒊䫓䟙㔾䧔 䍪䟙㔾䧔㿤㶔㹁䑙㔺 㻔㿤㸼㹁'䧔 㿤㻔㿤㔾䟙䉡"
㔘䟙㵦 㹁䒊㵣㵣䟙㵣 㿤䧔 䊺㔺 㻔䒊㔾㵣㸼䉡 "㮙㹁㵣䟙䟙㵣䉡 䕭㿤㵣㔺 㜐䑙㿤䍪㣶 䱰㿤㹁㡥 㶔㸼 㦫䏌㶔䧔䟙 䑙㶔㣶䟙䑙㔺 䧔㺡䟙 䊺䒊㸼䧔 㻔䟙䑙䑙㓐䑙䟙㿤㔾㹁䟙㵣 㺡䏌䊺㿤㹁 㻔㺡䟙㹁 㶔䧔 䍪䒊䊺䟙㸼 䧔䒊 㣶㹁䒊㻔䑙䟙㵣㡥䟙 㔾䟙㡥㿤㔾㵣㶔㹁㡥 䧔䒊䉪㶔䍪㸼 䧔㺡㿤䧔 䍪㿤㹁 㺡䟙䑙䉪 㺡䟙㔾 䫓䟙䍪䒊䊺䟙 㿤 䊺㶔㡥㺡䧔㶔䟙㔾 䍪䒊䊺䫓㿤䧔㿤㹁䧔䉡 㔿㺡䟙'㸼 㿤 䉪㔾䒊㵣㶔㡥㶔䒊䏌㸼 䍪䒊䊺䫓㿤䧔㿤㹁䧔 䤚䒊㔾 䍪䟙㔾䧔㿤㶔㹁䊽 䫓䏌䧔 㻔㺡㿤䧔 㮙 㿤㵣䊺㶔㔾䟙 䧔㺡䟙 䊺䒊㸼䧔 㿤䫓䒊䏌䧔 䧔㺡㿤䧔 㻔䒊䊺㿤㹁 㶔㸼 㺡䟙㔾 䫓㔾㿤㶔㹁'㸼 㸼䏌䉪䟙㔾㹁㿤䧔䏌㔾㿤䑙 䍪㿤䉪㿤䍪㶔䧔㔺 䧔䒊 㿤䫓㸼䒊㔾䫓 㶔䊺䊺䟙㹁㸼䟙 㿤䊺䒊䏌㹁䧔㸼 䒊䤚 㣶㹁䒊㻔䑙䟙㵣㡥䟙 㿤㹁㵣 㹁䟙㠁䟙㔾 䤚䒊㔾㡥䟙䧔 㶔䧔䉡 㔿㺡䟙 㔾䟙䊺䟙䊺䫓䟙㔾㸼 㵣䟙䧔㿤㶔䑙㸼 䤚㔾䒊䊺 䒊䫓㸼䍪䏌㔾䟙 䧔䒊䊺䟙㸼 㸼㺡䟙 㔾䟙㿤㵣 䍪䟙㹁䧔䏌㔾㶔䟙㸼 㿤㡥䒊䉡 䉜㹁㵣 㶔㹁 䒊㹁䟙 㸼䏌䍪㺡 䧔䒊䊺䟙䊽 䧔㺡䟙 䉪㔾㶔䊺䒊㔾㵣㶔㿤䑙 㔾㿤䍪䟙 㻔㿤㸼 䊺䟙㹁䧔㶔䒊㹁䟙㵣䉡
"… 㢎㹁䑙䟙㸼㸼 㮙 㻔㿤㸼 㹁䒊䧔 㿤 䊺䒊㔾䧔㿤䑙䉡"
䒴㺡䟙 䉪㶔䟙䍪䟙㸼 䒊䤚 䧔㺡䟙 䉪䏌㙱㙱䑙䟙 㻔䟙㔾䟙 㿤䧔 䑙䒊㹁㡥 䑙㿤㸼䧔 䤚㶔䧔䧔㶔㹁㡥 䧔䒊㡥䟙䧔㺡䟙㔾䉡 㮙 䏌㹁㵣䟙㔾㸼䧔䒊䒊㵣 䟙㠁䟙㔾㔺䧔㺡㶔㹁㡥䉡 㮙 䍪䒊䏌䑙㵣 㡥㶔㠁䟙 䊺㔺 䒊䑙㵣 㸼䟙䑙䤚 㸼䒊䊺䟙 㸼䑙㿤䍪㣶 䤚䒊㔾 䍪䒊䊺䊺㶔䧔䧔㶔㹁㡥 䧔㺡䟙㸼䟙 䊺㶔㸼䧔㿤㣶䟙㸼䊽 䫓䏌䧔 㹁䒊䧔 䊺㔺 䍪䏌㔾㔾䟙㹁䧔 㸼䟙䑙䤚 䤚䒊㔾 㔾䟙䊺㿤㶔㹁㶔㹁㡥 䍪䒊䊺䤚䒊㔾䧔㿤䫓䑙䟙 䟙㹁䒊䏌㡥㺡 㹁䒊䧔 䧔䒊 㹁䒊䧔㶔䍪䟙 䧔㺡䟙 䜀㿤㔾㔾㶔㹁㡥 㶔㸼㸼䏌䟙 䒊䤚 䏌㸼 㸼䧔㶔䍪㣶㶔㹁㡥 䒊䏌䧔 䒊䤚 䍪㔾䒊㻔㵣㸼 䑙㶔㣶䟙 㿤 㸼䒊㔾䟙 䧔㺡䏌䊺䫓䉡
"䒴㺡㿤㹁㣶 㔺䒊䏌 䤚䒊㔾 䒊䉪䟙㹁㶔㹁㡥 䒊䏌㔾 䟙㔺䟙㸼䊽 䤚䏌䧔䏌㔾䟙 㻔㶔䤚䟙䉡 䪧䑙䟙㿤㸼䟙 䍪䒊㹁㠁䟙㔺 䊺㔺 㡥㔾㿤䧔㶔䧔䏌㵣䟙 䧔䒊 㜐䑙㿤䍪㣶 䱰㿤㹁㡥 㿤㸼 㻔䟙䑙䑙䉡 䰉䟙'䑙䑙 㔾䟙䑙䒊䍪㿤䧔䟙 䧔㺡䒊㸼䟙 䧔㻔䒊 䧔䒊 㸼㿤䤚䟙䧔㔺 䒊㹁䍪䟙 㻔䟙 㡥䟙䧔 䫓㿤䍪㣶䉡"
䉜 㸼㶔䊺䉪䑙䟙 㺡㿤䉪䉪㔺 䊺䒊䧔㶔䒊㹁 䒊䤚 㺡䟙㔾 㡥䒊㔾㡥䟙䒊䏌㸼 㺡䟙㿤㵣 㻔㿤㸼 㿤䑙䑙 䧔㺡䟙 㔾䟙䉪䑙㔺 㮙 㔾䟙䍪䟙㶔㠁䟙㵣䉡
㔘䟙㵦 㿤㡥㔾䟙䟙㵣䉡 "䉜䑙䧔㺡䒊䏌㡥㺡 㺡䟙㔾 䫓䒊㵣㔺 㺡㿤㸼 䫓䟙䟙㹁 㸼䟙㠁䟙㔾䟙䑙㔺 㔾䏌㶔㹁䟙㵣䊽 㸼㺡䟙 㶔㸼 䍪䑙䟙㿤㔾䑙㔺 㿤 㺡䏌䊺㿤㹁䉡 㮙㹁 䧔㺡䟙 㔘㔾㿤㠁䟙㹁 䶩㶔㹁㡥㵣䒊䊺䊽 㹁䟙䍪㔾䒊䊺㿤㹁䍪䟙㔾㸼 㿤㔾䟙 䒊䏌䧔䑙㿤㻔㸼 䫓㔺 㵣䟙䤚㿤䏌䑙䧔—䍪䑙㿤㸼㸼䟙㸼 䧔㺡㿤䧔 㿤㔾䟙 㿤㸼㸼䒊䍪㶔㿤䧔䟙㵣 㻔㶔䧔㺡 䑙㶔㠁㶔㹁㡥 㸼㿤䍪㔾㶔䤚㶔䍪䟙㸼 䒊㔾 䍪䒊㔾䉪㸼䟙㸼 㿤㔾䟙 㺡䏌㹁䧔䟙㵣 䫓㔺 䧔㺡䟙 㿤䏌䧔㺡䒊㔾㶔䧔㶔䟙㸼 䟙㠁䟙㹁 㶔䤚 䧔㺡䟙 䍪䑙㿤㸼㸼 㺡䒊䑙㵣䟙㔾 㺡㿤㸼 㹁䟙㠁䟙㔾 䍪䒊䊺䊺㶔䧔䧔䟙㵣 㿤㹁㔺 㻔㔾䒊㹁㡥䉡
䉜㸼 㸼䏌䍪㺡䊽 䧔㺡㶔㸼 㻔䒊䊺㿤㹁 㻔㿤㸼 䑙㶔㣶䟙䑙㔺 䉪㿤㔾䧔 䒊䤚 㿤 䍪㔾㶔䊺㶔㹁㿤䑙 䒊㔾㡥㿤㹁㶔㙱㿤䧔㶔䒊㹁䊽 㿤㹁㵣 㶔䧔 䜀䏌㸼䧔 㸼䒊 㺡㿤䉪䉪䟙㹁㸼 䧔㺡㿤䧔 䧔㺡䟙 㻦䒊㠁䟙㹁㿤㹁䧔 䒊䤚 㓶䧔䟙㔾㹁㶔䧔㔺䊽 䧔㺡䟙 䑙㿤㔾㡥䟙㸼䧔 㸼㔺㹁㵣㶔䍪㿤䧔䟙 䒊䤚 䧔㺡䟙 㞒㿤㠁䟙㹁㸼㺡㿤㵣䟙 㯴䏌䍪㺡㔺䊽 䉪䏌㔾㸼䏌䟙㸼 䟙䧔䟙㔾㹁㿤䑙 䑙㶔䤚䟙 䫓㔺 䊺㿤㸼䧔䟙㔾㶔㹁㡥 䧔㺡䟙 㵣㿤㔾㣶 㿤㔾䧔㸼䉡䒴㺡䟙㔺'㔾䟙 㿤 㹁䒊㔾䊺㿤䑙 䍪㔾㶔䊺㶔㹁㿤䑙 䒊㔾㡥㿤㹁㶔㙱㿤䧔㶔䒊㹁 䑙㶔㣶䟙 䧔㺡䟙 㔘䟙㸼䉪䟙㔾 㻦䒊㹁㸼䒊㔾䧔㶔䏌䊺 㶔㹁 䧔㺡䟙 㸼䟙㹁㸼䟙 䧔㺡䟙㔺 㺡㿤㠁䟙 㿤䑙䑙 㸼䒊㔾䧔㸼 䒊䤚 䫓㔾㿤㹁䍪㺡䟙㸼 㿤 䫓㶔㡥 㿤㹁㵣 䉪㔾䒊䤚㶔䧔㿤䫓䑙䟙 䒊㔾㡥㿤㹁㶔㙱㿤䧔㶔䒊㹁 㹁䟙䟙㵣㸼䊽 㻔㶔䧔㺡 䧔㺡䟙 䒊㹁䑙㔺 㵣㶔䤚䤚䟙㔾䟙㹁䍪䟙 䫓䟙㶔㹁㡥 䧔㺡䟙㶔㔾 䑙䟙㿤㵣䟙㔾㸼㺡㶔䉪 㿤㹁㵣 䧔㺡䟙㶔㔾 㿤㶔䊺䉡 㮙㹁㸼䧔䟙㿤㵣 䒊䤚 㸼䟙㠁䟙㹁 㺡䟙㿤㵣㸼 㵣䟙䊺䒊䍪㔾㿤䧔㶔䍪㿤䑙䑙㔺 㠁䒊䧔㶔㹁㡥 䒊㹁 㵣䟙䍪㶔㸼㶔䒊㹁㸼䊽 㶔䧔'㸼 㿤 䍪䒊㠁䟙㹁㿤㹁䧔 䊺㿤㵣䟙 䏌䉪 䒊䤚 㿤㹁 䏌㹁㸼䉪䟙䍪㶔䤚㶔䟙㵣 㿤䊺䒊䏌㹁䧔 䒊䤚 䏌㹁㵣䟙㿤㵣 䑙㶔䍪㺡䟙㸼 㻔㺡䒊 䍪㿤䑙䑙 䧔㺡䟙 㸼㺡䒊䧔㸼䉡
㮙 㿤䑙㻔㿤㔺㸼 䤚䒊䏌㹁㵣 㶔䧔 㸼䧔㔾㿤㹁㡥䟙 㺡䒊㻔 䜀䏌㸼䧔 㿤 䊺䟙㿤㡥䟙㔾 㵣㻔㿤㔾䤚 䊺㿤㹁㿤㡥䟙㵣 䧔䒊 䧔㶔䉪 䧔㺡䟙 㸼䍪㿤䑙䟙㸼 䒊䤚 䧔㺡䟙 㿤㹁㶔䊺㿤䑙 㣶㶔㹁㡥㵣䒊䊺㓐 䟙㔾䊽 㮙 䊺䟙㿤㹁 䧔㺡䟙 㜐䟙㿤㸼䧔䊺㿤㹁 㻦䒊㹁䤚䟙㵣䟙㔾㿤䧔㶔䒊㹁䉡 㨲䒊䏌 䍪䒊䏌䑙㵣 㸼䟙䟙 䧔㺡䟙 䊺㶔㡥㺡䧔 䒊䤚 䧔㺡䟙 䫓䟙㿤㔾㣶㶔㹁䊽 䧔㺡䟙 㠁䟙㔾㸼㿤䧔㶔䑙㶔䧔㔺 䒊䤚 䧔㶔㡥䟙㔾㣶㶔㹁䊽 䧔㺡䟙 㸼䉪䟙䟙㵣 䒊䤚 㻔䒊䑙䤚㣶㶔㹁䊽 㿤㹁㵣 㺡䒊㻔 㿤㵣㿤䉪䧔㿤䫓䑙䟙 䧔㺡䟙 㹁䒊㹁㓐㿤䉪䟙㵦䟙㸼 㻔䟙㔾䟙䉡 䒴㺡䟙㔺 㵣㶔㵣㹁'䧔 䟙㠁䟙㹁 䏌㸼䟙 䫓䒊㻔㸼 䫓䟙䤚䒊㔾䟙䊽 䫓䏌䧔 㻔䟙㔾䟙 㹁䒊㻔 㔾㶔㵣㶔㹁㡥 䫓㶔㔾㵣㣶㶔㹁 㿤㹁㵣 㔾㿤䫓䫓㶔䧔㣶㶔㹁 㶔㹁䧔䒊 䫓㿤䧔䧔䑙䟙 䧔䒊 䤚䒊㔾䊺 㿤㹁 㿤䟙㔾㶔㿤䑙 䍪㿤㠁㿤䑙㔾㔺䉡 䒴㺡䟙 䑙㶔䒊㹁㸼 㸼㶔䊺䉪䑙㔺 㵣㶔㵣 㹁䒊䧔 㺡㿤㠁䟙 䧔㺡䟙 㹁䏌䊺䫓䟙㔾㸼 䧔䒊 㵣䒊䊺㶔㹁㿤䧔䟙 䒊㠁䟙㔾 㸼䒊 䊺㿤㹁㔺 䧔㔾㶔䫓䟙㸼 䟙㠁䟙㹁 㶔䤚 䧔㺡䟙㔺 㺡㿤㵣 㿤㔾䊺䒊㔾 㿤㹁㵣 㻔䟙㿤䉪䒊㹁㸼䉡"
㮙䧔 㻔㿤㸼 䊺䟙 㻔㺡䒊 䤚㶔㹁㶔㸼㺡䟙㵣 㔘䟙㵦'㸼 㸼䧔㿤䧔䟙䊺䟙㹁䧔䉡 "䒴㺡䟙 㻦䒊㠁䟙㹁㿤㹁䧔 䒊䤚 㓶䧔䟙㔾㹁㶔䧔㔺 䫓䟙㶔㹁㡥 䧔㺡䟙 㸼㶔䑙䟙㹁䧔 䫓㿤䍪㣶䟙㔾 䒊䤚 䧔㺡䟙 䑙㶔䒊㹁㣶㶔㹁 㻔䒊䏌䑙㵣 䟙㵦䉪䑙㿤㶔㹁 䟙㠁䟙㔾㔺䧔㺡㶔㹁㡥䉡"
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