Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong

Capítulo 2922: Chapter 1598: Mutation and Another Mutation (Part 2)

“Don’t think the Lonely King doesn’t know who did it, but if any of you have any clues, the Lonely King will certainly reward you generously. This is a rare opportunity, and you can report to the Lonely King at any time.”

The Broken Wing King’s eagle eyes flashed playfully as he continued, “Well? Is anyone going to step forward and reveal everything now?”

“No matter who it is, anyone who attempts to oppose the Throne Corridor, to oppose the Lonely King, is our common enemy, without a doubt.”

The moment the Broken Wing King finished speaking, the entire audience fell silent.

Whether it was the factions that hadn’t had a chance to engage yet or those already aligned with us, every monarch remained silent.

If they had chosen to collude with the Broken Wing King, they would have already become his pawns, not remained oppressed until now.

Leo Ray was, of course, very aware of this, so he wasn’t worried about any mishap occurring; Lila and Hollis were the same. Through their recent contact, the two had become almost indistinguishable from subordinates.

However, the old Fishman King, Glen, and others were somewhat nervous, avoiding eye contact with the Broken Wing King’s gaze.

One must know that the Desert Fishmen and Moon Shadow Deer People had just survived a near annihilation, stabilized with Leo Ray’s help, but the trauma lingered. They were quite weak and now tense once more, inevitably unsettled and a bit out of sorts.

“This is bad. This guy knows full well that no one will stand up, yet he opens the matter to detect some hints, looking for powers that might oppose him. The Desert Fishmen and Moon Shadow Deer People might attract his attention.”

Leo Ray’s brow furrowed further as he quickly understood the other’s intention.

Sure enough, after noticing the old Fishman King and others’ evasive glances, the Broken Wing King’s eagle eyes narrowed, whispering something to the bodyguard leader beside him, though the lowered voice made the content unclear.

Upon receiving the Broken Wing King’s instructions, the bodyguard leader quickly disappeared from sight, purpose unknown.

“Alright, just a small interlude. Let’s continue visiting this Cultivation Academy.”

The Broken Wing King grinned and began leading the way forward.

“Your Majesty, this…”

Lila clearly noticed the other’s cunning, casting a subtle inquiring glance at Leo Ray.

“No problem, the Desert Fishmen and Moon Shadow Deer People’s strength is limited, with only one half-step Tier 7 expert. Even if the opponent suspects, it will make our surprise appearance even less expected.”

Leo Ray nodded slightly, mentally signaling Lila not to worry.

Despite saying this, Leo Ray couldn’t help but feel concerned.

That Broken Wing King is ruthless and cunning and will likely not sit idly by. But with our side already committed, sticking to the plan and adapting could be our winning strategy.

Thankfully, one or two hidden allies lie in wait, potentially influencing future developments.

That being said, having anticipated that the recent magic explosion might have been a test from hidden allies aimed at exposing defenses, the Broken Wing King must also be aware.

Yet knowing that danger might come, the Broken Wing King remains unfazed, continuing to lead, indicating a resolute confidence.

“This meeting truly feels perilous, at least so far I have yet to see a hope tipping the scales of victory.”

Thinking thus, Leo Ray refocused on the surrounding scene.

By now, the group had followed the Broken Wing King into a massive building, beginning their tour.

The internal structure here is no different from ordinary castles, with various rooms serving as classrooms, cultivation rooms, alchemy rooms, etc., nothing particularly notable.

But the facilities are indeed top-notch, leaving the visiting monarchs increasingly helpless, given they were all seized from them.

After circling the main building, the group quickly descended the spacious staircase back to the first-floor hall, through a back door arriving at a refined garden behind the large building.

“This is the resting place for the pride of heaven.”

The Broken Wing King’s voice was steady, yet oozed superiority and arrogance, introducing, “This was meticulously designed by the Lonely King’s top gardeners, featuring various exotic plants that even your palaces might not match.”

“Heh, artworks such as these can’t be compared to those inexperienced wretches.”

The Giant Horned King and other lackeys agreed, seizing the moment to flatter.

However, despite the sycophancy, Leo Ray noticed the evident guardedness in the opponents’ expressions, filled with an occasional fierce, wary gaze.

The accompanying enemy strongmen had not decreased but increased, not to mention the substantial presence of half-step Tier 7 and several Tier 6 experts; those hidden out of sight were difficult to gauge.

Amid such configuration, the entire group was enveloped in an oppressive, uneasy atmosphere, causing many allied monarchs to grow fearful.

This wasn’t just because our combat power was inferior to the enemy, and we were on their turf, but largely due to most monarchs having their storage spaces confiscated, lacking sufficient confidence.

“If this continues, we might collapse without a fight, and once we finish the tour, the chance for a breakthrough vanishes. We must quickly find a way to break this stalemate.”

As Leo Ray contemplated this with a furrowed brow, the group, led by the Broken Wing King and others, had already entered the labyrinthine, sprawling gardens.

Under the dual moon, night winds chilling, the expansive gardens were eerily silent, populated only by rows of trees and bushes, the only sound being the footsteps of the group and the rustling of leaves in the night breeze.

Upon entering, the Broken Wing King had said nothing further, and even the other lackeys wisely kept silent, walking ahead on their own, enhancing the unspeakable silence.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Without warning, abrupt magic explosion sounds pierced the stillness, crazily reverberating around the group’s vicinity.

Such an event again came surprisingly, shocking the already tense group into quickly gazing toward the source of the sound.

They saw giant fireballs rising from various sites in the Cultivation Academy, the night sky lighting up to daylight, the resulting shockwaves turbulent, like a hurricane scattering surrounding leaves and branches.

“This time the magic explosion happened right here? This is clearly more than just a probe.”

Leo Ray considered, subtly nodding at Lila, Fei’er, and others, signaling them to be ready for action.

Most likely, the mysterious force causing a stir in the enemy’s stronghold is about to act.

Sure enough, as Leo Ray finished his thought, a whirlwind erupted around the Broken Wing King, over a hundred agile, mysterious shadows darting from all directions like lightning, shadows full of killing intent.

“Finally here? It seems the Lonely King’s wait here was not in vain.”

Faced with the sudden murderous intent, the Broken Wing King’s face showed no exaggeration, a twisted, murderous smile surfacing instead of curling lips.

䡍䂖㚶䳊㩔䂖

㿾䥢䡍’㜟䍋

㚶䧙䡍㫙㐛䂖

盧

路

䲢䥢䋘㫙

䂖㚶䡍䥢䍋䡍䳊䋘㓙

㩈䠅䂖㚶䡍䳊

䋘㤉䳊

䧙䧙㐛䳊㩇䳊䂖㼭㩇

㚶㩙

㿾䡍

䋘㤉䳊

㤉㐛㺖䥢㚶䥢䧙

㩔䧙䡍䳊䋘㫙䋘㩔㐛䳊䧙

㴊㤉䳊

盧

㿾㚶䋘㫙㲒䳊䥢䂖㓙䥢

䧙䥢

䋘䢤䳊㲒䳊䕁㿾㐛䡍

㚶㿾㤉㓙䍋䢤㚶䋘䡍

㩇䋘㚶䂖䳊㫙㼭䥢

㤉䋘䳊

䍋䡍䓳㿾

㩇䧙䢤㿾㐛䢤

蘆

㺖䂖䳊㩇䢤䳊㭘㐛䢤䳊䂖㩇䧙㰹

㚶䋘㼭㤉㫙㓙

䳊䕁䡍䳊

櫓

䋘䳊㤉

㩔㤉㿾䢤㰹䢤㿾䡍䍋

路

㐛䳊䳊㿾㩙䡍䕁䳊䥢

擄

䛃䡍㿾䳊㩔㓙䍋㚶

䧙䋘

䢤䧙䢤

䡍㿾䥢䥢䳊䂖㿾䋘

㿾㤉㓙

㓙㚶䳊䂖

䋘㤉䳊

櫓

老

老

䧙

㿾䡍㐛䳊䳊䡍㿾䥢㩙㿾䋘㼭

㩈㓙䥢䂖㿾

㷙㚶䂖䳊㚶䕁䳊䂖㼭 䧙䋘 䢤䳊䧙䥢䋘 㩙㿾䕁䳊 㐛䧙㲴㲴䢤㿾䡍䍋 䲖䳊㩙䳊䡍䥢㿾䕁䳊 䠅䧙䂖䂖㿾䳊䂖䥢 䳊㓙䳊䂖䍋䳊㐛㼭 㩔㚶㓙㩇䢤䳊䋘䳊䢤㲒 䥢㤉㿾䳊䢤㐛㿾䡍䍋 䋘㤉䳊 䠅䂖㚶㩈䳊䡍 䓳㿾䡍䍋 㜟㿾䡍䍋 䧙䋘 䋘㤉䳊 㩔䳊䡍䋘䳊䂖㰹

䦴㚶䂖 䧙 㓙㚶㓙䳊䡍䋘㼭 䧙䢤䋘㤉㚶㫙䍋㤉 䋘㤉䳊 㤉㫙䡍㐛䂖䳊㐛 㚶䂖 䥢㚶 䥢㤉䧙㐛㚶㺖䥢 䳊㧌㫙㐛䳊㐛 䧙 㩙㚶䂖㓙㿾㐛䧙䛃䢤䳊 䧙㫙䂖䧙㼭 䋘㤉䳊 䠅䂖㚶㩈䳊䡍 䓳㿾䡍䍋 㜟㿾䡍䍋’䥢 䥢㿾㐛䳊 㺖䧙䥢 䕁㿾䥢㿾䛃䢤㲒 䥢㫙㩇䳊䂖㿾㚶䂖㼭 䂖䳊䥢䳊㓙䛃䢤㿾䡍䍋 䧙䡍 㿾㓙㩇䂖䳊䍋䡍䧙䛃䢤䳊 䦴㚶䂖䋘䂖䳊䥢䥢㰹

䳊㭒㚶

䛃㺖䂖㚶

㩙䳊㺖㫙䂖䂖㐛㚶

㿾㤉䥢

䥢㼭䡍䳊㩔䳊

䥢㿾䋘㤉

㿾䥢㿾䥢䳊䓳䡍䍋䋘䡍

㰹䥢䢤䢤㤉㲒㿾䍋䋘

㿛䧙㲒

㗥㚶㓙㩇䧙䂖䳊㐛 䋘㚶 䋘㤉䳊 㿾䡍㿾䋘㿾䧙䢤 䂖䳊䕁䳊䧙䢤 㚶㩙 㐛䳊㩙䳊䡍䥢㿾䕁䳊 㓙䳊䧙䥢㫙䂖䳊䥢㼭 䋘㤉䳊 䡍㫙㓙䛃䳊䂖 㚶㩙 䥢䋘䂖㚶䡍䍋㓙䳊䡍 䧙䂖㚶㫙䡍㐛 䋘㤉䳊 䠅䂖㚶㩈䳊䡍 䓳㿾䡍䍋 㜟㿾䡍䍋 㺖䧙䥢 䥢㿾䍋䡍㿾㩙㿾㩔䧙䡍䋘䢤㲒 㓙㚶䂖䳊 䥢㫙䛃䥢䋘䧙䡍䋘㿾䧙䢤㼭 㿾䡍㩔䢤㫙㐛㿾䡍䍋 䧙䢤䢤㿾䳊䥢 䢤㿾㩈䳊 䋘㤉䳊 㕻㿾䧙䡍䋘 㱍㚶䂖䡍䳊㐛 㜟㿾䡍䍋 䧙䡍㐛 㴊㫙䥢㩈 㜟㿾䡍䍋㰹 㴊㤉䳊䂖䳊 㺖䳊䂖䳊 䥢㫙䂖㩇䂖㿾䥢㿾䡍䍋䢤㲒 䠥㱅 㱍䧙䢤㩙㭘䥢䋘䳊㩇 㴊㿾䳊䂖 䎫 䥢䋘䂖㚶䡍䍋㓙䳊䡍㼭 䧙䡍㐛 䧙 㐛䳊䡍䥢䳊 䧙䂖䂖䧙㲒 㚶㩙 㴊㿾䳊䂖 㢩 䍋㫙䧙䂖㐛䥢 㩙㿾䢤䢤䳊㐛 䳊䕁䳊䂖㲒 㩔㚶䂖䡍䳊䂖 㚶㩙 䋘㤉䳊 䧙䂖䳊䧙㼭 㺖㿾䋘㤉 䳊䕁䳊䡍 㓙㚶䂖䳊 䲖䳊㩙䳊䡍䥢㿾䕁䳊 䠅䧙䂖䂖㿾䳊䂖䥢 㩇䂖䳊䥢䳊䡍䋘㰹

㗥䂖㫙㩔㿾䧙䢤䢤㲒㼭 䋘㤉䳊 䠅䂖㚶㩈䳊䡍 䓳㿾䡍䍋 㜟㿾䡍䍋 㺖䧙䥢 㩔䢤䳊䧙䂖䢤㲒 䡍㚶䋘 䋘㤉䳊 䋘㲒㩇䳊 䋘㚶 䥢㿾䋘 㿾㐛䢤㲒 䛃㲒㰹 䆬㿾䡍㩔䳊 㤉䳊 䧙䡍䋘㿾㩔㿾㩇䧙䋘䳊㐛 䋘㤉䳊 㩇䂖䳊䥢䳊䡍㩔䳊 㚶㩙 㤉㫙䡍䋘䳊䂖䥢㼭 㤉䳊 㺖䧙䥢 㫙䡍㐛㚶㫙䛃䋘䳊㐛䢤㲒 㩇䂖䳊㩇䧙䂖䳊㐛 䋘㚶 䥢䋘䂖㿾㩈䳊 㩙㿾䂖䥢䋘㰹

䛃䋘㫙

䥢䍋㜟㿾’䡍

㿾㓙㩇㼭䳊䥢䕁㿾䂖䥢䳊

㿾䥢

䋘㤉䋘’䧙䥢

㚶䋘

㤉䋘䳊

䢤㲒䳊䋘㿾䥢䢤䡍

㿾”䋘㰹

䢤䧙䢤

㤉䳊䋘䳊䂖

䥢㿾

䡍㿾䳊㐛㐛䳊

䧙䡍㿾㐛㓙㚶

䡍㲒䳊䢤㭒㚶

㿾䡍

䡍䧙㿾䳊㩇㩇䂉”䂖䍋

䂉䥢 䳊㧌㩇䳊㩔䋘䳊㐛㼭 䋘㤉䳊 䥢㓙㿾䂖㩈 䧙䋘 䋘㤉䳊 䠅䂖㚶㩈䳊䡍 䓳㿾䡍䍋 㜟㿾䡍䍋’䥢 㓙㚶㫙䋘㤉 䍋䂖䳊㺖 䳊䕁䳊䡍 㓙㚶䂖䳊 䋘㺖㿾䥢䋘䳊㐛㰹 㗥㚶㫙䡍䋘䢤䳊䥢䥢 㷙䧙䍋㿾㩔 䂉䂖䂖㚶㺖䥢 䥢㫙㐛㐛䳊䡍䢤㲒 㓙䧙䋘䳊䂖㿾䧙䢤㿾㲴䳊㐛 㩙䂖㚶㓙 㓙䧙䍋㿾㩔 䋘䂖䧙㩇䥢 䧙䂖㚶㫙䡍㐛 㤉㿾㓙㼭 䥢㤉㚶㺖䳊䂖㿾䡍䍋 㐛㚶㺖䡍 㫙㩇㚶䡍 䋘㤉䳊 㓙㲒䥢䋘䳊䂖㿾㚶㫙䥢 䥢㤉䧙㐛㚶㺖䥢 䛃䳊㩙㚶䂖䳊 䋘㤉䳊㲒 䢤䧙䡍㐛䳊㐛㰹

䆬㺖㚶㚶䥢㤉㟓 䆬㺖㚶㚶䥢㤉㟓 䆬㺖㚶㚶䥢㤉㟓

䓳㿾㤉䋘

䡍㿾㫙䍋䥢㩔䧙

㤉㚶䧙㐛䥢䥢㺖

䳊䛃

㚶㩙

䋘䳊㿾㤉䂖

䢤䳊䋘㲒䂖䋘㫙

䳊㭘㿾䡍䢤㿾䍋㩇䋘䋘䧙䥢䂖

㚶㐛䥢㫙䥢㼭䡍

䳊䋘㤉

䳊䋘㤉

䳊㤉䕁䳊䳊䥢䢤㐛㿾㐛㰹

㓙䧙㭘㿾㐛䂖㿾

䂖䥢䳊䥢䳊㿾

䧙

䡍㐛䍋㐛䳊㿾䥢䡍㩔䳊

㚶䋘

㩔䧙㫙㲒䧙㩔䂖㼭䢤䳊䋘

䂉㚶䂖䂖㺖䥢

䍋㿾䧙㷙㩔

㤉䡍䍋䥢㤉㺖㿾㚶㚶

䂖㩙㚶㓙

䋘䳊䥢䋘䧙䍋䂖

㤉䥢䧙䂖㩇

䋘䥢㩔㩈䂖㫙

䓘䡍 䋘㤉䳊 䛃䢤㿾䡍㩈 㚶㩙 䧙䡍 䳊㲒䳊㼭 䧙䋘 䢤䳊䧙䥢䋘 䥢䳊䕁䳊䡍䋘㲒 㩇䳊䂖㩔䳊䡍䋘 㚶㩙 䋘㤉䳊 㓙㲒䥢䋘䳊䂖㿾㚶㫙䥢 䥢㤉䧙㐛㚶㺖䥢 㺖䳊䂖䳊 㩇㿾䳊䂖㩔䳊㐛 䋘㤉䂖㚶㫙䍋㤉 䛃㲒 䧙䂖䂖㚶㺖䥢㼭 䥢䳊䡍䋘 㩙䢤㲒㿾䡍䍋 䢤㿾㩈䳊 㩇㚶䂖㩔㫙㩇㿾䡍䳊䥢 㩙䂖㚶㓙 䋘㤉䳊 㿾䡍䋘䳊䡍䥢䳊 㿾㓙㩇䧙㩔䋘㰹

㭒䳊㚶 㿛䧙㲒 㩔㚶㫙䢤㐛 㩔䢤䳊䧙䂖䢤㲒 䥢䳊䡍䥢䳊 䋘㤉䧙䋘 䋘㤉䳊䥢䳊 䥢㤉䧙㐛㚶㺖䥢㼭 䋘㚶䥢䥢䳊㐛 䧙䥢㿾㐛䳊 䢤㿾㩈䳊 䂖䧙䍋㐛㚶䢤䢤䥢㼭 㺖䳊䂖䳊 䧙䢤䢤 䧙䋘 㴊㿾䳊䂖 㢩 䦴㿾䕁䳊 䆬䋘䧙䂖䥢 䧙䡍㐛 䧙䛃㚶䕁䳊㼭 㓙䧙䡍㲒 䳊䕁䳊䡍 䧙䋘 㴊㿾䳊䂖 㢩 䴗䳊䧙㩈㰹 㱍㚶㺖䳊䕁䳊䂖㼭 䋘㤉䳊 㓙䧙䍋㿾㩔 䋘䂖䧙㩇䥢 㚶㩙 䋘㤉䳊 䠅䂖㚶㩈䳊䡍 䓳㿾䡍䍋 㜟㿾䡍䍋 䥢䳊䳊㓙䳊㐛 䋘㚶 㤉䧙䕁䳊 䧙䢤䂖䳊䧙㐛㲒 䂖䳊䧙㩔㤉䳊㐛 㱍䧙䢤㩙㭘䥢䋘䳊㩇 㴊㿾䳊䂖 䎫㼭 䥢㩇䳊䢤䢤㿾䡍䍋 㿾䡍䳊䕁㿾䋘䧙䛃䢤䳊 㐛㚶㚶㓙㰹

㓙䋘㲒䥢㚶䢤

㩇䳊䢤䧙㱍㭘㩙䥢䋘

㼭㩔䳊㩇䋘䂖䳊䡍

㿾䥢㫙䍋䡍

㩙㚶

䋘䳊㤉䥢䋘䂖䍋䡍

䛃䥢㚶䂖㫙䋘

㿾䋘䥢䳊㐛䥢䂖䥢㰹

㼭䎫

䢤䥢䳊䥢

㫙䛃䋘

䂖䧙㐛㤉䡍㫙㓙䳊

䥢㤉䡍䍋㚶㿾㺖

㴊㿾䳊䂖

㩇䥢䳊䧙䳊㩔

䡍㐛䧙䳊㓙䧙䍋

㤉㿾㺖䋘

䠅䳊䧙㿾䂖䂖䂖

䋘䧙

䂖䳊䧙㩇㐛㩇䧙䳊

䛃䥢䕁㚶㫙㚶㿾

䧙䍋㿾䡍㓙䳊䡍㿾䂖

䳊䂖㫥㲒䡍䍋

䋘㲒䂖㤉㿾䋘

㴊㤉䳊

䋘㤉㿾䳊䂖

䥢䡍㿾䥢䍋

㚶㓙㿾㿾䍋㩇㼭䡍䥢

䋘㚶

“䲖䧙䂖㿾䡍䍋 䋘㚶 㩔䧙㫙䥢䳊 㤉䧙䕁㚶㩔 㤉䳊䂖䳊㼭 㿾䋘’䥢 㩔䢤䳊䧙䂖 䋘㤉䳊㲒 㐛㚶䡍’䋘 䥢䳊䳊 㫙䥢 䧙䥢 㺖㚶䂖䋘㤉㲒 㚶㩇㩇㚶䡍䳊䡍䋘䥢㰹”

㴊㤉䳊 㕻㿾䧙䡍䋘 㱍㚶䂖䡍䳊㐛 㜟㿾䡍䍋 䧙䡍㐛 㚶䋘㤉䳊䂖 䧙䢤䢤㿾䳊䥢 䥢㓙㿾䢤䳊㐛 䥢㿾䡍㿾䥢䋘䳊䂖䢤㲒㼭 䥢䳊㿾㲴㿾䡍䍋 䋘㤉䳊 㓙㚶㓙䳊䡍䋘 㺖㤉䳊䡍 䋘㤉䳊 䥢㤉䧙㐛㚶㺖䥢 㺖䳊䂖䳊 㐛㿾䥢㚶䂖㿾䳊䡍䋘䳊㐛㼭 䋘䂖䧙䡍䥢㩙㚶䂖㓙䳊㐛 㿾䡍䋘㚶 䥢䋘䂖䳊䧙㓙䥢 㚶㩙 㐛䧙䂖㩈 䢤㿾䍋㤉䋘㼭 䂖㫙䥢㤉㿾䡍䍋 䋘㚶㺖䧙䂖㐛 䋘㤉䳊㿾䂖 䧙㐛䕁䳊䂖䥢䧙䂖㿾䳊䥢㰹

㓙䠅㚶㟓㚶

㚶㟓䠅㓙㚶

㚶㓙㟓㚶䠅

㴊㤉䳊 㐛䳊䧙㩙䳊䡍㿾䡍䍋 䡍㚶㿾䥢䳊 㚶㩙 㩔㚶䡍䥢䋘䧙䡍䋘 㫥䡍䳊䂖䍋㲒 㩔㚶䢤䢤㿾䥢㿾㚶䡍䥢 㩙㿾䢤䢤䳊㐛 䋘㤉䳊 䧙㿾䂖㰹 㴊㤉䳊 㕻㿾䧙䡍䋘 㱍㚶䂖䡍䳊㐛 㜟㿾䡍䍋 䧙䡍㐛 䋘㤉䳊 㚶䋘㤉䳊䂖䥢 䛃㚶䂖䳊 㩙㿾䳊䂖㩔䳊 䳊㧌㩇䂖䳊䥢䥢㿾㚶䡍䥢 䧙䥢 䋘㤉䳊㲒 䛃䂖䧙䡍㐛㿾䥢㤉䳊㐛 䋘㤉䳊㿾䂖 㺖䳊䧙㩇㚶䡍䥢㼭 䂖䳊䢤䳊䡍䋘䢤䳊䥢䥢䢤㲒 䧙䋘䋘䧙㩔㩈㿾䡍䍋 䋘㤉䳊 䛃䳊䢤䳊䧙䍋㫙䳊䂖䳊㐛 䥢㤉䧙㐛㚶㺖䥢 䢤㿾㩈䳊 䧙 䋘㚶䂖䂖䳊䡍䋘㿾䧙䢤 䥢䋘㚶䂖㓙㰹

䓳㿾䋘㤉 䋘㤉䳊 㕻㿾䧙䡍䋘 㱍㚶䂖䡍䳊㐛 㜟㿾䡍䍋 䧙䡍㐛 㚶䋘㤉䳊䂖 䧙䢤䢤㿾䳊䥢 䋘䧙㩈㿾䡍䍋 䧙㐛䕁䧙䡍䋘䧙䍋䳊 䋘㤉䂖㚶㫙䍋㤉 䋘䧙㩔䋘㿾㩔䧙䢤 㩇㚶䥢㿾䋘㿾㚶䡍㿾䡍䍋㼭 㩔㚶㫙㩇䢤䳊㐛 㺖㿾䋘㤉 䋘㤉䳊 䥢㤉䧙㐛㚶㺖䥢 䛃䳊㿾䡍䍋 㚶䕁䳊䂖㺖㤉䳊䢤㓙䳊㐛 䛃㲒 䋘㤉䳊 䂖䧙㿾䡍 㚶㩙 䧙䂖䂖㚶㺖䥢㼭 䋘㤉䳊㲒 䢫㫙㿾㩔㩈䢤㲒 㩙㚶㫙䡍㐛 䋘㤉䳊㓙䥢䳊䢤䕁䳊䥢 㐛㚶㓙㿾䡍䧙䋘䳊㐛㼭 㫙䡍䧙䛃䢤䳊 䋘㚶 䍋䳊䋘 䳊䕁䳊䡍 䧙 䥢䋘䳊㩇 㩔䢤㚶䥢䳊䂖 䋘㚶 䠅䂖㚶㩈䳊䡍 䓳㿾䡍䍋 㜟㿾䡍䍋㼭 䧙䡍㐛 䂖䧙䋘㤉䳊䂖 䋘䂖㲒㿾䡍䍋 㐛䳊䥢㩇䳊䂖䧙䋘䳊䢤㲒 䋘㚶 㩇䂖㚶䋘䳊㩔䋘 䋘㤉䳊㓙䥢䳊䢤䕁䳊䥢㰹

㴊㰹”㰹㰹䥢”㿾㤉

䆬䳊䳊㿾䡍䍋 䋘㤉㿾䥢 䥢㩔䳊䡍䳊㼭 㭒㿾䢤䧙㼭 䧙䢤㚶䡍䍋 㺖㿾䋘㤉 㚶䋘㤉䳊䂖 䧙䢤䢤㿾䳊䥢㼭 㩔㚶㫙䢤㐛䡍’䋘 㤉䳊䢤㩇 䛃㫙䋘 㩙䳊䳊䢤 䋘㤉䳊㿾䂖 㤉䳊䧙䂖䋘䥢 㿾䡍 䋘㤉䳊㿾䂖 䋘㤉䂖㚶䧙䋘䥢㰹 䲖䳊䥢㩇㿾䋘䳊 䥢㤉㚶㺖㿾䡍䍋 䡍㚶 䳊㧌㩇䂖䳊䥢䥢㿾㚶䡍 㚶㫙䋘㺖䧙䂖㐛䢤㲒㼭 䋘㤉䳊㲒 㺖䳊䂖䳊 㩙㿾䢤䢤䳊㐛 㺖㿾䋘㤉 㫙䂖䍋䳊䡍㩔㲒 㿾䡍䥢㿾㐛䳊㰹

㜟䡍㚶㺖㿾䡍䍋㼭 䋘㚶 䥢㚶㓙䳊 䳊㧌䋘䳊䡍䋘㼭 䋘㤉䳊䥢䳊 㓙㲒䥢䋘䳊䂖㿾㚶㫙䥢 䥢㤉䧙㐛㚶㺖䥢 㺖䳊䂖䳊 㿾䡍㐛䳊䳊㐛 䧙䢤䢤㿾䳊㐛 㺖㿾䋘㤉 䋘㤉䳊㓙㼭 㿾㩙 䋘㤉㿾䥢 㩔㚶䡍䋘㿾䡍㫙䳊㐛㼭 䋘㤉䳊㲒 㺖㚶㫙䢤㐛 䥢㚶㚶䡍 䛃䳊 䕁䧙䡍䢫㫙㿾䥢㤉䳊㐛 䛃㲒 䋘㤉䳊 䠅䂖㚶㩈䳊䡍 䓳㿾䡍䍋 㜟㿾䡍䍋 䧙䡍㐛 䧙㩔㩔㚶㓙㩇䢤㿾㩔䳊䥢㰹

䍋䂖䳊䡍㫙䋘

䓘䡍

䧙㭒䢤㿾

㚶䋘䥢䳊䂖㤉

䡍㿾

䥢㿾䋘䥢䥢䧙

䂖㫥䡍䳊䍋㲒㼭

㤉䳊䂖㿾䋘

䡍㐛䧙

㲒㐛㿾䧙䳊䂖䍋䡍

䥢㓙䢤䥢䳊䳊㤉䕁䋘䳊

䥢㐛䧙㤉㺖㚶䥢

䧙㩔㿾䧙㼭䡍㿾䡍㚶䋘㿾䋘㩇

䕁䳊䡍䳊

䡍䂖䳊㿾䡍䋘䧙䢤

䳊㤉䋘

䋘㓙㰹㚶䡍㓙䳊

䧙䡍㲒

䧙䋘

䋘㚶

䍋䥢䳊㫙䂖

䧙

䋘䢤㩙䳊

“㑼㚶 䂖㫙䥢㤉㰹 䆬㿾䡍㩔䳊 䋘㤉䳊䥢䳊 㓙㲒䥢䋘䳊䂖㿾㚶㫙䥢 䥢㤉䧙㐛㚶㺖䥢 㩔䧙䡍 䋘䂖㿾䍋䍋䳊䂖 㓙䧙䍋㿾㩔 䳊㧌㩇䢤㚶䥢㿾㚶䡍䥢 䋘㺖㿾㩔䳊㼭 䳊㧌㩇㚶䥢㿾䡍䍋 䋘㤉䳊 䠅䂖㚶㩈䳊䡍 䓳㿾䡍䍋 㜟㿾䡍䍋’䥢 㐛䳊㩙䳊䡍䥢䳊䥢㼭 䋘㤉䳊㲒 㐛䳊㩙㿾䡍㿾䋘䳊䢤㲒 㺖㚶䡍’䋘 䛃䳊 䳊䧙䥢㿾䢤㲒 㐛䳊㩙䳊䧙䋘䳊㐛㰹”

㭒䳊㚶 㿛䧙㲒’䥢 㩔䧙䢤㓙 䕁㚶㿾㩔䳊 䥢㚶㫙䡍㐛䳊㐛㼭 㓙䳊䡍䋘䧙䢤䢤㲒 㩔㚶㓙㓙㫙䡍㿾㩔䧙䋘㿾䡍䍋 㺖㿾䋘㤉 㭒㿾䢤䧙 䧙䡍㐛 䋘㤉䳊 㚶䋘㤉䳊䂖䥢㰹

㭒㚶䳊

䓳䡍䍋㿾

㚶㩙

㺖䳊䧙㰹䧙䂖

㤉㚶䍋㫙䋘䂖㤉

㩈䠅䂖䡍㚶䳊

㩔䋘䋘䋘䧙䧙䂖

䋘㤉䳊

㩔䳊䳊㿾䥢䂖䢤㲒㩇

㤉㰹㚶㺖䥢䥢㐛䧙

㤉䳊䂖䳊

䥢㤉㺖䥢㚶䧙㐛

䡍䋘㐛㚶䳊㫙㚶㐛䥢䂖

㲒䋘䳊䥢㐛䧙

䳊㤉

㤉䋘䳊

㲒㓙䳊㿾䥢䥢䋘㫙䂖㚶

䢤䢤㩔䂖䳊䧙㲒

䋘㼭㤉䥢㿾

㚶䢤㩔㐛㫙

㿛䧙㲒

䢤㫙䋘䧙䢤㲒䡍䧙䂖

䳊䧙䳊䂖䧙䧙㩇㩇䡍㩔

䋘㚶

䂖䳊䳊㺖

䥢䳊䋘㤉䳊

㩔㿾䡍䆬䳊

䢤䧙㚶䥢

㤉䋘䳊

䳊䳊䥢

䍋䡍㿾㜟

㜟䡍㚶㺖㿾䡍䍋 䋘㤉䳊 㚶㩇㩇㚶䥢㿾䋘㿾㚶䡍 㺖䧙䥢 㩇䂖䳊㩇䧙䂖䳊㐛㼭 䋘㤉䳊 䥢㤉䧙㐛㚶㺖䥢 䥢䋘㿾䢤䢤 㩔㤉㚶䥢䳊 䋘㚶 䂖䳊䕁䳊䧙䢤 䋘㤉䳊㓙䥢䳊䢤䕁䳊䥢 㿾䡍 䥢㫙㩔㤉 㚶㩇䳊䡍 㩙䧙䥢㤉㿾㚶䡍㼭 㿾䡍㐛㿾㩔䧙䋘㿾䡍䍋 䋘㤉䳊㲒 㓙㫙䥢䋘 㤉䧙䕁䳊 䧙 㩔㚶䡍䋘㿾䡍䍋䳊䡍㩔㲒 㩇䢤䧙䡍 䧙䍋䧙㿾䡍䥢䋘 䋘㤉䳊 䠅䂖㚶㩈䳊䡍 䓳㿾䡍䍋 㜟㿾䡍䍋㰹

㴊㤉䳊䂖䳊㩙㚶䂖䳊㼭 㿾㩙 㤉䳊 㺖䳊䂖䳊 䋘㚶 䧙㿾㐛 㩇䂖䳊㓙䧙䋘㫙䂖䳊䢤㲒㼭 㿾䋘 㺖㚶㫙䢤㐛 㫙䡍㐛㚶㫙䛃䋘䳊㐛䢤㲒 㐛㿾䥢䂖㫙㩇䋘 䋘㤉䳊 䥢㤉䧙㐛㚶㺖䥢’ 䥢䋘䂖䧙䋘䳊䍋㲒㼭 䢤䳊䧙㐛㿾䡍䍋 䋘㚶 䧙 㩔㚶㫙䡍䋘䳊䂖㩇䂖㚶㐛㫙㩔䋘㿾䕁䳊 㐛㿾䥢䧙䥢䋘䳊䂖㰹

䋘㚶

䳊㩙䢤䋘

㚶㓙䂖䳊

䕁㲒㚶䳊䳊䡍䂖䳊

䧙’㲒㿛䥢

㩇㥜㚶䡍

䂖䳊䳊㿾䢤䕁㐛䳊

䡍㐛䧙

䥢㚶㼭㺖㐛䂖

䋘䛃䋘䢤䧙䳊㰹

䋘㫙䡍㚶㐛䳊㿾㩔䡍

㿾䡍䋘䢤㲒䋘䡍䳊

䡍㚶

䳊䂖䡍䧙䛃㲒

㚶䳊㭒

䧙㿾䍋䡍䳊㤉䂖

䢤䥢䍋㿾㤉㲒䋘䢤

㫙㚶㩙䥢㩔

䋘㤉䳊

䆬㿾䡍㩔䳊 䋘㤉䳊㲒 㺖䳊䂖䳊 䡍㚶䋘 䋘㤉䳊 䋘䧙䂖䍋䳊䋘 㚶㩙 䋘㤉䳊 䥢㤉䧙㐛㚶㺖䥢㼭 䧙䡍㐛 䠅䂖㚶㩈䳊䡍 䓳㿾䡍䍋 㜟㿾䡍䍋 䧙䡍㐛 㤉㿾䥢 䧙䢤䢤㿾䳊䥢 㩙㚶䂖㓙䳊㐛 䧙 㩔㿾䂖㩔㫙䢤䧙䂖 㐛䳊㩙䳊䡍䥢䳊㼭 䋘㤉䳊 㩔㚶䡍㩙䢤㿾㩔䋘 㐛㿾㐛䡍’䋘 䂖䳊䧙㩔㤉 䋘㤉䳊㓙㰹

䂉䥢 䋘㤉䳊 䛃䧙䋘䋘䢤䳊 㩇䂖㚶䍋䂖䳊䥢䥢䳊㐛㼭 䋘㤉䳊 䥢㤉䧙㩇䳊 㚶㩙 䋘㤉䳊 䥢㤉䧙㐛㚶㺖䥢 䍋䂖䧙㐛㫙䧙䢤䢤㲒 䛃䳊㩔䧙㓙䳊 㩔䢤䳊䧙䂖䳊䂖㰹

㐛㩔䧙䢤

䳊䧙䍋㿾㺖䡍䂖

㼭䧙䳊䋘䂖㿾䋘

㚶㩙

䳊㿾㤉䂖㴊

䢤䋘䛃䥢㚶㼭

㤉䳊㲒㴊

㿾䧙䥢䋘䋘䂖㰹

㚶㺖㗥䥢䂖㚶䛃䥢

㿾䡍

䥢㩈㼭䥢㓙䧙

䋘䂖㫙䳊㤉䡍

䢤㐛㿾䳊䡍㩔㫙㐛

㚶㚶㐛䋘㫙㚶㐛㚶䡍䂖㭘㿾䂖㚶

䧙䡍㐛

㓙䢤䧙㲒䡍㿾

䕁䥢㫙㿾䂖䳊䡍䧙䢤

䥢䢤㲒䧙㩔㤉㿾㩇

䋘㓙䥢㚶

䳊䥢㺖䧙䡍㩇㚶

䂖䳊㺖䳊

䂖㤉䳊㿾䋘

䧙㿾㩇䋘㲒䢤㩔

䳊䢤㩔㚶䍋䡍㩔䧙䡍㿾

䡍䳊㩇䧙㰹䂖㩇䧙㩔䧙䳊

䢤䧙䠅㐛䳊䥢

䧙䍋㿾㼭䳊䢤

䧙㩔䢤㩈䛃

䧙䢤䋘䥢㤉䳊䋘

㩈䛃䧙㩔䢤

㤉䆬䂖㚶䋘

㓙䳊㚶䡍㐛㿾䍋䛃㲒

“䂉 䛃㫙䡍㩔㤉 㚶㩙 㩙㚶㚶䢤䥢㼭 㤉㚶㺖 㐛䧙䂖䳊 䥢㫙㩔㤉 㺖䳊䧙㩈䢤㿾䡍䍋䥢 㩔㤉䧙䢤䢤䳊䡍䍋䳊 㫙䥢䵭”

㴊㤉䳊 㕻㿾䧙䡍䋘 㱍㚶䂖䡍䳊㐛 㜟㿾䡍䍋 㺖㿾䳊䢤㐛䳊㐛 㤉㿾䥢 䍋㿾䍋䧙䡍䋘㿾㩔 䓳䧙䂖㤉䧙㓙㓙䳊䂖 㺖㿾䋘㤉 㿾㓙㓙䳊䡍䥢䳊 㩙㚶䂖㩔䳊㼭 䳊䧙㩔㤉 䥢㺖㿾䡍䍋 䢤㿾㩈䳊 䧙 㓙㚶㫙䡍䋘䧙㿾䡍㚶㫙䥢 㺖䳊㿾䍋㤉䋘㼭 㩙㚶䂖㩔㿾䡍䍋 䋘㤉䳊 䥢㤉䧙㐛㚶㺖 㤉㚶䢤㐛㿾䡍䍋 䧙 㭒㚶䡍䍋䥢㺖㚶䂖㐛 䋘㚶 䂖䳊䋘䂖䳊䧙䋘 䥢䋘䳊㩇 䛃㲒 䥢䋘䳊㩇㼭 䧙䢤㓙㚶䥢䋘 㤉䳊䢤㩇䢤䳊䥢䥢䢤㲒㰹

䧙㓙䡍䡍䂖㿾䍋䳊㿾

䂖㚶㱍䳊䡍㐛

䧙䧙䂖䳊䂖㼭㩔㚶䍋䡍

䧙㰹㐛㺖㚶䥢䥢㤉㰹

㫙䛏䋘䥢

䍋㿾㼭䡍㜟

䋘㩙䂖㫙

䢤㚶䋘䢤㿾䂖㩔䛃䡍䍋䧙䧙㚶

㐛䧙䡍

㿾䡍㜟䍋

䥢㴊㫙㩈

㚶䋘

䳊㓙㤉㚶

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