Reborn As Noble - Chapter 988
Capítulo 988: Suspicious Travelers ( 988 )
“Young Master?”
Liana glanced at Javier, who had fallen silent.
“Yes, Liana?” He turned toward her, meeting her eyes.
“What’s wrong? You suddenly went quiet.”
“Ah… nothing.” Javier smiled.
“If you say so.” Liana turned back to her plate.
Javier’s gaze lingered on the gentle bounce of her breasts as she moved. His eyes trailed slowly down to her thighs.
Damn. I really want her… but this whole month has been too busy. Haven’t even had time for our next “honeymoon.”
He glanced at Gloria, seated to his left, calmly eating.
His eyes drifted to her chest.
Super boing~
Woo~ My future second wife has the biggest assets, with Liana ranking second in size.
Javier’s gaze shifted to Felicia, who was still pouting but had started eating again.
I wonder how catfolk like her taste. Ehehe.
She comes third in terms of asset size.
But I wonder if they’re the same as a human’s?
Javier’s eyes drifted back to Garius’s table.
He watched as Garius stood, Alf bowed, and then Alf began walking toward him, just as his father moved away, escorted by Hesbeirn, Erinnette, Gilmon, and several Armand Elite Knights.
Ah… definitely a mission. Or trouble.
Javier sighed.
“Young Master?” Liana asked softly.
Javier stood, smiling faintly. “I think I’m going somewhere.”
“Where are you going, Young Master?” Liana repeated, her voice gentle but concerned.
Javier slid both hands into his pockets and nodded toward Alf’s approaching figure.
Liana and Gloria stood smoothly, bowing with practiced grace, palms pressed to their left chests. “Sir Alf.”
Alf returned the nod, then turned toward Felicia, Mimi, and Delya. He placed his palm over his own chest and offered a respectful incline of his head.
“Good day, Your Royal Highnesses. I hope the feast has been to your satisfaction.”
Felicia was the first to respond. She placed her hand lightly over her own chest and gave a small, dignified nod. “Sir Alf. The feast is wonderful. Please extend our thanks to His Majesty.”
Mimi’s ears perked up, and she mimicked the gesture with a cheerful grin. “Nya~ Thank you, Sir Alf! ”
Delya offered a gentle, knowing smile. She touched her fingertips to her chest and bowed her head slightly, her tone warm. “Sir Alf… it’s good to see you well. And indeed the food is good. We are grateful for his hospitality.”
Alf’s expression softened.
“I will convey your words to His Majesty. He will be glad to hear you are enjoying yourselves.”
Then his eyes returned to Javier. The warmth faded back into that familiar, dutiful calm.
“Prince Javier. His Majesty requests your presence.”
Javier met Alf’s gaze, then looked away with a soft sigh.
“Alright, Alf… I’ll be right there.”
“Good.” Alf’s voice was low, but the weight behind it was clear. “Do not keep His Majesty waiting, Prince Javier. This is… important.”
“Alright, alright.” Javier flashed a sheepish grin and rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m coming.”
Once Alf turned to leave, Javier faced the girls.
“Liana, Gloria, Felicia, Mimi, Delya.”
Five pairs of eyes locked onto him.
“Yes, Husband?” they answered, almost in harmony.
“Stay here. Enjoy the feast. If I’m longer than I expect… just wait for me in my room.”
Felicia’s smile was warm. “Okay, Husband~”
“Nya! Understood, Husband-sama!” Mimi chimed, already reaching for another slice of meat.
Delya nodded dreamily. “Okay, Danna-sama~”
Liana and Gloria began to rise, but Javier held up a hand.
“Don’t follow. I don’t want you two standing like sentries outside Father’s door. Stay, eat, keep them company. If I’m not back in thirty minutes, head to my room.”
Liana’s lips tightened, but she exhaled slowly. “As you wish.”
Gloria adjusted her glasses, a faint, knowing smile on her lips. “We’ll be here, Young Master.”
Javier gave one last glance at the table, before turning toward his father room.
While walking from the table, Javier followed Alf at a distance toward the throne room behind the main hall.
What’s this all about?
King Kimar couldn’t have reached that level of artifact power… Not with the weapons they’re trying to build.
Unless… it’s that thing Kliatana mentioned. Her late father’s research, mana injection, curse tools, human enhancement.
Well… whatever it is, I’m about to get busy.
And shit… there goes my peaceful day.
Let’s hope it’s not serious.
If it is… I’ll send in my battle drones and transport units. Puppet knights could wipe them out before they even know what hit them.
Or better yet… I’ll just crush them myself.
Meanwhile.
Eastern Armand Border Wall
Guard Post – Command & Surveillance Room.
The Captain of the Eastern Border stood behind the command console, eyes fixed on the surveillance feeds. He tapped his mana talkie.
“Keep your distance. Continue patrols as usual. Maintain surveillance on the group.”
“Yes, Captain. So… just patrol normally?”
“Affirmative. Do not let them know they’re being watched. We’re still awaiting orders from Armand Estate and Command Central.”
“Understood, Captain.”
He switched channels, glancing at the real-time Sky Eye feed displayed on the secured holo-screen.
“Second Squad, report.”
“Second Squad ready, Captain.”
“Prioritize civilian safety. Be prepared to engage if necessary.”
“Copy. Mana rifles locked and loaded. Blades and daggers ready.”
“Good. Hold position. Do not engage unless provoked. They’re still blending with our people.”
“Captain.”
“Yes?”
“Why aren’t we arresting them yet?” The guard at the command post shifted his gaze from the Sky Eye feed back to his captain.
“Not yet. They have valid travel paperwork, full identification, and haven’t broken any laws.”
“But they’re suspicious. Their movements are too coordinated for ordinary merchants.”
“Agreed. Even under Armand’s laws, we don’t arrest on suspicion alone. But we don’t take risks either.”
The captain leaned in, lowering his voice.
“Sir Alf’s Shadow Unit flagged them before they crossed the border. They originated from the Royal Capital of the Human Kingdom. They’re not refugees, not traders… they move like scouts. Or spies.”
The guard’s expression tightened. “Spies? Under our noses?”
“Possible. That’s why we watch. If they make one wrong move, attempt sabotage, gather intel on our defenses, try to infiltrate restricted areas, we take them down quietly. But until then… we follow protocol. Observe, document, report.”
“Understood, Captain.”
( End Of Chapter )
㔾㲮㮺䂔㢔䭌
盧
老
擄
㛕䀌䍭䳋㢔㘄䍭
老盧爐蘆㫩㑸㔾䇖䂔㘄 擄路䎝㢔㚫㚫魯 㶩㔾㻔䧷㢔䍭㘄 㟫䇖䇖㮺
㷟㢔㔾㻔㩓㛕 㛕㢔䍭 㻔䂔 㑸㻔㛕 䏀㑸㢔㻔㔾㕷 㔾㘄㢔䭌㻔䂔䱍 䍭㑸㘄 㔾㘄䄭䇖㔾䍭 㛕㘄䂔䍭 㩽㐇 䍭㑸㘄 㲮㔾㮺㢔䂔䭌 䦒䇖㮺㮺㢔䂔䭌 䦒㘄䂔䍭㘄㔾䀌
㕷”䚫䇖
㩽㛕䂔㘄䎝㻔㭼㔾”㘄
“䓰㘄㛕㕷 䓰䇖㩓㔾 㦿㢔㒡㘄㛕䍭㐇䀌” 䎝㘄㛕㩽㘄㻔㔾䂔 䄭㚫㢔䏀㘄䭌 㢔 䔽㻔㛕䍭 䇖䧷㘄㔾 㑸㻔㛕 㚫㘄䔽䍭 䏀㑸㘄㛕䍭 㢔䂔䭌 㩽䇖㥉㘄䭌䀌
“㫩㑸㘄㛕㘄 㻔䂔䭌㻔䧷㻔䭌㩓㢔㚫㛕 㢔㔾㔾㻔䧷㻔䂔䱍 䔽㔾䇖㮺 䍭㑸㘄 㟫䇖㐇㢔㚫 䦒㢔䄭㻔䍭㢔㚫…㭼”
䔽䇖㮺㔾
䄭㛕䂔䀌䍭㻔䇖”
䏀䂔㲮㻔”㔾䇖䏀䱍䭌
䇖䍭
㚫㘄㐇㚫㻔䑴
㘄㘄㘄㔾䭌䱍㮺
䛡㻔㘄㘄䍭䭌
㚫’㛕㲮䔽
䍭㑸㘄
㚫㻔㢔䏀䍭䄭㢔䀌
䂔㢔䭌
㘄㛕䍭䏀㔾㘄
䱍㢔㛕㛕㛕㕷㢔䄭㘄
䇖䍭䱍㑸䍭䇖㩓㩓㑸㔾
䭌䍭㔾㻔䔽䔽䂔㘄㘄
㘄㐇㫩㑸
㢔㢔㚫䄭㘄㘄㛕㔾䍭㕷㐇
㕷䂔䍭㠪㻔
䭌䇖㔾䇖㛕
㛕䭌䏀㔾㢔㘄䍭䍭㘄
㥉䭌㑸䚫㢔䇖
㔾㮺䔽䇖
㔾㩓䇖
䂔䔽䂔䍭䇖㔾㢔㻔㛕㮺
䂔㻔㑸䭌㘄䭌
㑸㐇㘄䍭
㷟㢔㔾㻔㩓㛕 㔾㩓㩽㩽㘄䭌 㑸㻔㛕 䏀㑸㻔䂔㕷 㛕䍭㩓䭌㐇㻔䂔䱍 䍭㑸㘄 䚫䑴㐇 䳋㐇㘄 䔽㘄㘄䭌 㻔㮺㢔䱍㘄㛕 㛕㑸䇖㥉㻔䂔䱍 䔽㻔䱍㩓㔾㘄㛕 㛕㚫㻔䄭䄭㻔䂔䱍 䇖㩓䍭 䇖䔽 䏀䇖䂔䏀㘄㢔㚫㘄䭌 㘄䂔䍭㔾㢔䂔䏀㘄㛕䀌
“䳋㔾㻔䂔䂔㘄䍭䍭㘄㭼”
㘄䓰㕷”㛕
㦿䍭㘄㐇㢔㒡㛕㭼”
䓰㩓㔾䇖
“䎝䇖㥉 㻔㛕 䍭㑸㘄 䚫㘄䏀㔾㘄䍭 㦿㢔㻔䭌 㠪䂔㻔䍭 䭌㘄䄭㚫䇖㐇㘄䭌㭼”
“㗟’䧷㘄 㛕䍭㢔䍭㻔䇖䂔㘄䭌 䍭㑸㘄㮺 䍭㑸㔾䇖㩓䱍㑸䇖㩓䍭 䍭㑸㘄 㘄㛕䍭㢔䍭㘄㕷 䓰䇖㩓㔾 㦿㢔㒡㘄㛕䍭㐇䀌 䘅㻔䍭㑸 㔾㩓㚫㘄㔾㛕 㢔䂔䭌 䭌㻔䱍䂔㻔䍭㢔㔾㻔㘄㛕 䔽㔾䇖㮺 㢔㚫㚫㻔㘄䭌 䂔㢔䍭㻔䇖䂔㛕 䄭㔾㘄㛕㘄䂔䍭㕷 㥉㘄 䏀㢔䂔䂔䇖䍭 㢔䔽䔽䇖㔾䭌 䏀㢔㔾㘄㚫㘄㛕㛕䂔㘄㛕㛕䀌”
㩽㛕䂔㘄”㘄䎝䀌㔾㻔”
“䓰㘄㛕㕷 䓰䇖㩓㔾 㦿㢔㒡㘄㛕䍭㐇㭼”
“䤓䇖㩓㩽㚫㘄 㘄䛡䍭㘄㔾䂔㢔㚫 䄭㢔䍭㔾䇖㚫㛕 㢔㔾䇖㩓䂔䭌 䍭㑸㘄 㘄㛕䍭㢔䍭㘄䀌 㟫䇖䍭㢔䍭㘄 㛕㑸㻔䔽䍭㛕 㘄䧷㘄㔾㐇 䍭㥉䇖 㑸䇖㩓㔾㛕 䍭䇖 㮺㢔㻔䂔䍭㢔㻔䂔 㢔㚫㘄㔾䍭䂔㘄㛕㛕䀌 䳋䂔㛕㩓㔾㘄 㢔㚫㚫 䑴䂔㻔䱍㑸䍭㛕 㢔㔾㘄 㘄䀎㩓㻔䄭䄭㘄䭌 㥉㻔䍭㑸 㮺㢔䂔㢔 㔾㻔䔽㚫㘄㛕 㢔䂔䭌 䄭㔾㘄䄭㢔㔾㘄䭌 䔽䇖㔾 䏀㚫䇖㛕㘄 䏀䇖㮺㩽㢔䍭 㢔䂔䭌 㮺㢔䱍㻔䏀㢔㚫 㘄䂔䱍㢔䱍㘄㮺㘄䂔䍭䀌 㫩㑸㘄㐇 㢔㔾㘄 䍭䇖 㥉㘄㢔㔾 㷧㢔䧷㻔㘄㔾’㛕 䂔㘄㥉 㛕䍭㢔䂔䭌㢔㔾䭌 㢔㔾㮺䇖㔾䀌”
㦿䍭㒡㐇㛕”㢔䀌㘄
䭌”㢔㘄㲮㐇㔾㚫
㕷䭌䇖䂔㘄
㔾䇖䓰㩓
㷟㢔㔾㻔㩓㛕 㚫㘄㢔䂔㘄䭌 䔽䇖㔾㥉㢔㔾䭌㕷 㑸㻔㛕 䱍㢔㩁㘄 䔽㻔䛡㘄䭌 䇖䂔 䍭㑸㘄 㔾㘄䄭䇖㔾䍭䀌
“䘅㘄 㛕䍭㻔㚫㚫 䭌䇖䂔’䍭 䑴䂔䇖㥉 䍭㑸㘄㻔㔾 䇖㩽㒡㘄䏀䍭㻔䧷㘄䀌 㬆㩓䍭 㗟 㥉㻔㚫㚫 䂔䇖䍭 㢔㚫㚫䇖㥉 䍭㑸㘄㮺 䍭䇖 㢔䄭䄭㔾䇖㢔䏀㑸 䇖㩓㔾 㢔㚫㚫㻔㘄㛕䀌 㗟䔽 䍭㑸㘄㐇 㢔䍭䍭㘄㮺䄭䍭 㛕㢔㩽䇖䍭㢔䱍㘄 䇖㔾 㘄㛕䄭㻔䇖䂔㢔䱍㘄…”
㮺㛕㔾䑴㻔
䂔䔽㻔㢔䍭
㩓㻔䂔䇖䏀䍭㑸䱍
㑸㻔㛕
䄭㢔㕷䭌㛕㘄㩓
㘄䎝
䀌䄭㚫㛕㻔
“㗟䍭 㥉䇖䂔’䍭 㮺㢔䍭䍭㘄㔾䀌 㷧㢔䧷㻔㘄㔾 㢔㚫㔾㘄㢔䭌㐇 㘄䂔㛕㩓㔾㘄䭌 䇖㩓㔾 䏀㔾㻔䍭㻔䏀㢔㚫 㛕㐇㛕䍭㘄㮺㛕 㢔㔾㘄 㛕㘄䏀㩓㔾㘄䭌㕷 㘄䂔䏀㔾㐇䄭䍭㘄䭌 㮺㢔䂔㢔 㔾㘄㚫㢔㐇㛕㕷 㛕㘄㚫䔽䝈䭌㘄㛕䍭㔾㩓䏀䍭 䄭㔾䇖䍭䇖䏀䇖㚫㛕 䇖䂔 䏀㚫㢔㛕㛕㻔䔽㻔㘄䭌 䍭㘄䏀㑸㕷 㢔䂔䭌 䄭㩓䄭䄭㘄䍭 䑴䂔㻔䱍㑸䍭㛕 㘄㮺㩽㘄䭌䭌㘄䭌 㢔㮺䇖䂔䱍 䍭㑸㘄 㛕䍭㢔䔽䔽䀌 㫩㑸㘄㐇 䏀㢔䂔 㚫䇖䇖䑴 㢔㚫㚫 䍭㑸㘄㐇 㥉㢔䂔䍭䀌 㫩㑸㘄㐇 㥉䇖䂔’䍭 㩓䂔䭌㘄㔾㛕䍭㢔䂔䭌 㥉㑸㢔䍭 䍭㑸㘄㐇’㔾㘄 㛕㘄㘄㻔䂔䱍䀌”
㷟㢔㔾㻔㩓㛕 㘄䛡㑸㢔㚫㘄䭌 㛕㚫䇖㥉㚫㐇䀌
㥉䇖’䂔䍭
䇖䔽䇖㚫
㩓㛕
䄭㘄”㭼㢔㘄䏀
䀌䇖䍭㛕䄭
䏀㢔䍭’䂔
䩫㻔㮺㢔㔾
㚫㢔㘄㘄䧷
䍭㒡㩓㛕
㚫㛕㚫䍭㻔
䂔㻔
㑸㫩”㢔䍭
㘄㑸
㐇䘅㑸
䳋㔾㻔䂔䂔㘄䍭䍭㘄 㛕㮺㻔㚫㘄䭌 䱍㘄䂔䍭㚫㐇䀌 “䓰䇖㩓㔾 㦿㢔㒡㘄㛕䍭㐇㕷 䄭㘄㔾㑸㢔䄭㛕 㑸㘄’㛕 㛕㻔㮺䄭㚫㐇… 㒡㘄㢔㚫䇖㩓㛕 䇖䔽 㑸䇖㥉 㲮㔾㮺㢔䂔䭌 㑸㢔㛕 㔾㻔㛕㘄䂔䀌”
䎝㘄㛕㩽㘄㻔㔾䂔 㛕㮺㻔㔾䑴㘄䭌䀌 “㲮㛕 㮺㐇 㛕㻔㛕䍭㘄㔾 㛕㢔㻔䭌㕷 䓰䇖㩓㔾 㦿㢔㒡㘄㛕䍭㐇䀌 㫩㑸㢔䍭 㻔䭌㻔䇖䍭 㛕䍭㻔㚫㚫 䍭㑸㻔䂔䑴㛕 㑸㘄’㛕 㢔㩽䇖䧷㘄 㘄䧷㘄㔾㐇䇖䂔㘄䀌”
㬆㩓䍭
㻔䇖㘄䀌㛕㮺䱍䍭㑸䂔
㔾㻔㩓㷟㛕㢔
㻔䀌㢔䂔䍭䂔䇖㮺䔽䇖㔾㻔
㔾㩓䇖
㔾㢔㘄
䇖䄭㻔㛕䂔䱍
䍭㔾㢔䭌㘄㔾㛕䀌”
㑸㔾䍭㻔㘄
㥉䍭㻔㑸
㑸䇖䇖㛕䑴
䇖䭌㛕㥉㔾㛕
䇖䧷㩓䇖㻔㩽㛕
㫩㘄㑸㔾’㘄㐇
㔾䇖㑸䍭㛕
㥉㢔㛕㻔䍭䀌㛕
‘䇖䂔䍭䭌
㛕㢔
䍭䱍㢔㘄㑸㔾
䍭㦿䇖㛕
䍭㒡㩓㛕
㻔㛕㑸
㛕㑸㮺䂔㘄㢔㔾䏀㕷䍭
䍭䇖
䔽㔾䇖
㘄’㘄㔾䍭㑸㐇
㢔䍭
䇖䂔㚫㐇
㮺㻔䱍㻔䂔㚫䂔䱍
㑸㢔䀌㘄䭌
㘄㛕㥉䄭㢔䂔㕷䇖
䂔䂔㘄䇖
㗟”
㑸㘄㔾㘄
㔾㢔㐇䏀㔾
䑴㻔䍭㑸䂔
㘄㢔㻔䄭䂔䱍䄭㔾㔾
䎝㘄 㚫㘄㢔䂔㘄䭌 㩽㢔䏀䑴㕷 㘄㐇㘄㛕 䂔㢔㔾㔾䇖㥉㻔䂔䱍䀌
“㫩㑸㘄㐇 䍭㔾㢔䧷㘄㚫㘄䭌 㢔㚫㚫 䍭㑸㘄 㥉㢔㐇 䔽㔾䇖㮺 䍭㑸㘄 㬆㘄㢔㛕䍭䑴㻔䂔 䇞㢔䍭㻔䇖䂔 䍭䇖 䇖㩓㔾 㘄㢔㛕䍭㘄㔾䂔 㩽䇖㔾䭌㘄㔾 㒡㩓㛕䍭 䍭䇖 㘄䂔䍭㘄㔾䀌 䘅㻔䍭㑸 㲮㔾㒡㢔㮺 㢔䂔䭌 䇖㩓㔾 䂔䇖㔾䍭㑸㘄㔾䂔 㩽䇖㔾䭌㘄㔾㛕 䏀㚫䇖㛕㘄䭌㕷 䍭㑸㘄㐇 䍭䇖䇖䑴 䍭㑸㘄 㚫䇖䂔䱍 㔾䇖㩓䍭㘄… 㥉㑸㻔䏀㑸 㮺㘄㢔䂔㛕 䍭㑸㘄㻔㔾 䄭㩓㔾䄭䇖㛕㘄 㻔㛕 㩓㔾䱍㘄䂔䍭䀌 䤓㘄㚫㻔㩽㘄㔾㢔䍭㘄䀌”
䇖䇞
䭌䇖䍭㛕㻔㢔䍭㘄䂔
㻔䱍䑴䂔䍭㑸㛕
㑸㘄㛕㘄䄭䭌㢔㔾䂔
䂔㔾㻔䎝㘄䀌㘄㛕㩽
㲮䭌”䂔
䍭䂔㔾㘄㢔㛕㘄
䎝㛕㻔
䍭㑸㘄
㢔㩁㘄䱍
䂔䇖
㘄㻔’䧷㔾㢔㷧㛕
䇖䂔㘄㭼㔾㛕㛕”㘄䄭
䄭䄭㩓䍭䄭㘄
㘄䍭䂔䍭㭼㩽㚫䍭㮺㘄㢔
㚫䇖䂔㢔䱍
䎝㘄㛕㩽㘄㻔㔾䂔 䄭㔾㘄㛕㛕㘄䭌 㢔 䔽㻔㛕䍭 䍭䇖 㑸㻔㛕 䏀㑸㘄㛕䍭䀌 “㫩㑸㘄㐇 䭌㘄䍭㘄䏀䍭㘄䭌 䍭㑸㘄㮺㕷 䓰䇖㩓㔾 㦿㢔㒡㘄㛕䍭㐇䀌 㬆㩓䍭 䍭㑸㘄 䑴䂔㻔䱍㑸䍭㛕 㢔㔾㘄 䄭㔾䇖䱍㔾㢔㮺㮺㘄䭌 䍭䇖 㘄䂔䱍㢔䱍㘄 䇖䂔㚫㐇 䏀㚫㘄㢔㔾 㑸䇖㛕䍭㻔㚫㘄㛕 䇖㔾 䭌㩓㔾㻔䂔䱍 㢔䏀䍭㻔䧷㘄 䏀䇖䂔䔽㚫㻔䏀䍭䀌 䚫㻔䂔䏀㘄 䍭㑸㻔㛕 䱍㔾䇖㩓䄭 㻔㛕 㩽㚫㘄䂔䭌㻔䂔䱍 㥉㻔䍭㑸 䏀㻔䧷㻔㚫㻔㢔䂔㛕㕷 䍭㑸㘄 䑴䂔㻔䱍㑸䍭㛕 㑸㘄㚫䭌 䄭䇖㛕㻔䍭㻔䇖䂔䀌 㫩㑸㘄㐇 㛕㘄䂔䍭 㢔 㥉㢔㔾䂔㻔䂔䱍 䍭䇖 䦒䇖㮺㮺㢔䂔䭌㕷 㩽㩓䍭 䭌㻔䭌 䂔䇖䍭 㢔䍭䍭㢔䏀䑴䀌”
㷟㢔㔾㻔㩓㛕’㛕 㒡㢔㥉 䍭㻔䱍㑸䍭㘄䂔㘄䭌䀌 “䚫䇖 䍭㑸㘄㐇’㔾㘄 㩓㛕㻔䂔䱍 䇖㩓㔾 䇖㥉䂔 㔾㩓㚫㘄㛕 㢔䱍㢔㻔䂔㛕䍭 㩓㛕䀌 䎝㻔䭌㻔䂔䱍 㢔㮺䇖䂔䱍 㻔䂔䂔䇖䏀㘄䂔䍭㛕䀌”
䄭㔾㢔㢔䄭㘄㛕
㕷㛕䇖
㗟”䍭
㔾㩓䓰䇖
㒡㐇㛕㘄䀌㢔㦿䍭”
㷟㢔㔾㻔㩓㛕 㔾㩓㩽㩽㘄䭌 㑸㻔㛕 䏀㑸㻔䂔䀌
“䚫䇖 䍭㑸㘄㐇’㔾㘄 䄭㚫㢔䂔䂔㻔䂔䱍 䍭䇖 㑸㻔䭌㘄 㢔㮺䇖䂔䱍 䏀㻔䧷㻔㚫㻔㢔䂔㛕䀌 㫩㑸㻔䂔䑴㻔䂔䱍 㷧㢔䧷㻔㘄㔾’㛕 䄭㩓䄭䄭㘄䍭 䑴䂔㻔䱍㑸䍭㛕 㥉䇖䂔’䍭 㘄䂔䱍㢔䱍㘄䀌”
㛕㮺䑴㻔㔾㘄䀌䭌
䍭㑸㢔䍭
“㲮㔾㘄
㛕䔽䇖㭼㑸”䇖㚫㻔
䍭㑸㐇㘄
䎝㘄
䎝㘄㛕㩽㘄㻔㔾䂔 㮺㻔㔾㔾䇖㔾㘄䭌 䍭㑸㘄 㘄䛡䄭㔾㘄㛕㛕㻔䇖䂔䀌 “㗟䍭 㛕㘄㘄㮺㛕 㛕䇖㕷 䓰䇖㩓㔾 㦿㢔㒡㘄㛕䍭㐇䀌”
“㦿㐇 㐇䇖㩓䂔䱍㘄㛕䍭 㛕䇖䂔’㛕 䑴䂔㻔䱍㑸䍭㛕 㮺㢔㐇 䂔䇖䍭 㢔䍭䍭㢔䏀䑴 䔽㔾䇖㮺 䍭㑸㘄 㩽㢔䍭䍭㚫㘄㮺㘄䂔䍭㛕… 㩽㩓䍭 䍭㑸㢔䍭 䭌䇖㘄㛕䂔’䍭 㮺㘄㢔䂔 䍭㑸㘄㐇 㥉䇖䂔’䍭 䄭㩓㔾㛕㩓㘄䀌” 㷟㢔㔾㻔㩓㛕’㛕 䧷䇖㻔䏀㘄 䏀㢔㔾㔾㻔㘄䭌 㢔 㚫䇖㥉㕷 䑴䂔䇖㥉㻔䂔䱍 㘄䭌䱍㘄䀌
㢔㚫㻔䍭䂔䱍㷟
㮺㢔䂔㢔
“㚫䇖㢔䭌䀌㘄䭌
㻔䂔㶩㔾䏀㘄
䧷㔾㻔㘄’㛕㷧㢔
㘄䍭㑸
㢔㔾㘄
㻔䂔䧷㘄㻔㛕㻔㩽㚫
㔾㢔䭌㩓㛕䱍
䂔䭌㢔
䭌㔾䇖㛕䂔㘄
䍭䇖㛕䔽
㻔䍭㑸㥉
㢔㔾㘄
䏀䄭㩓
㢔䍭㘄
㢔㩽䍭㚫䍭㘄
䭌㐇㘄㢔㔾㢔㚫
䂔㢔㮺㢔
䄭䇖䱍㔾㩓䀌
㐇䇖㩓
㛕㑸㻔
㔾䍭䭌㘄㔾䇖䄭㘄
㫩㘄”㑸
㕷㦿”㘄㛕䍭㒡㢔㐇
㛕㲮”
䄭䇖㻔㔾䂔㩓䱍
䭌㔾㘄㘄䄭㚫㕷㻔
䍭㻔䂔䇖
䂔㻔䍭䳋䍭䂔㘄㔾㘄
㛕䀌㘄㮺㻔㚫
㐇㛕㢔㕷
䇖䓰㔾㩓
㢔䭌䂔
㮺㘄㛕㻔㚫㻔㛕㛕
䂔㛕㩓䱍
㑸㢔㘄䧷
㢔
㚫㢔㻔䂔䍭䱍㻔
䏀䭌䇖䑴㚫㘄
䚫㑸㘄 䄭㢔㩓㛕㘄䭌㕷 㑸㘄㔾 䍭䇖䂔㘄 㛕䍭㘄㢔䭌㐇䀌 “㫩㑸㘄 㘄㮺㘄㔾䱍㘄䂔䏀㐇 㔾㘄㛕䄭䇖䂔㛕㘄 䭌㔾䇖䂔㘄 㑸㢔䍭䏀㑸 䇖䂔 䍭㑸㘄 㘄㢔㛕䍭㘄㔾䂔 㥉㢔㚫㚫 䇖䄭㘄䂔㘄䭌 㮺䇖㮺㘄䂔䍭㛕 㢔䱍䇖䀌 䇞䇖 䇖䂔㘄 㛕㢔㥉 㢔䂔㐇䍭㑸㻔䂔䱍 㚫㘄㢔䧷㘄㕷 䇖䂔㚫㐇 䍭㑸㘄 㛕䇖㩓䂔䭌 䇖䔽 㛕䇖㮺㘄䍭㑸㻔䂔䱍 㮺䇖䧷㻔䂔䱍 㢔䍭 㑸㻔䱍㑸 㛕䄭㘄㘄䭌䀌”
㷟㢔㔾㻔㩓㛕 㛕㑸䇖䇖䑴 㑸㻔㛕 㑸㘄㢔䭌㕷 㢔 䱍㔾㻔㮺 㢔㮺㩓㛕㘄㮺㘄䂔䍭 㻔䂔 㑸㻔㛕 㘄㐇㘄㛕䀌
䂔䇖㘄
㑸㢔䍭䍭
㩓㔾䇖
䔽㻔
㥉䂔䇖㔾䱍
䇖”䚫
㘄㛕㮺㢔䑴
“㘄䄭㚫㘄…䄭䇖
㢔䭌䍭㥉㔾䇖
㩓䄭䱍㔾䇖
䇖䧷㮺㘄
䎝㘄㛕㩽㘄㻔㔾䂔 䏀㩓䍭 㻔䂔㕷 䧷䇖㻔䏀㘄 㚫䇖㥉 㢔䂔䭌 㛕㩓㔾㘄䀌 “㢌㘄䍭’㛕 㒡㩓㛕䍭 㛕㢔㐇㕷 䓰䇖㩓㔾 㦿㢔㒡㘄㛕䍭㐇… 㻔䍭 㥉䇖䂔’䍭 㘄䂔䭌 㥉㘄㚫㚫 䔽䇖㔾 䍭㑸㘄㮺䀌”
䩫䂔䇖䏀䑴 䑴䂔䇖䏀䑴䀌
䍭䇖
㘄㑸䍭
䍭㻔䭌䱍㑸䍭㘄䂔㘄
㩽䎝㔾㘄䂔㻔㛕’㘄㛕
䂔䳋䍭㻔䍭㛕㔾䂔’㘄㘄
㘄㢔㑸㩽䂔䍭㘄
㻔䱍㛕䂔䑴㑸䍭
㘄㛕㛕㔾䀌䭌
㻔㚫㘄䍭㘄
㑸㔾㘄
㢔㕷㩽䏀䑴
䂔㑸㻔䭌㩽㘄
㑸㢔䂔䭌
䔽䇖
㮺㻔㢔䭌
㩓䀎㐇㚫㻔䍭㘄
㑸㻔㛕
㘄㑸㫩
䭌䇖䔽㚫㛕
䱍䀌㔾㘄㛕䍭䇖㔾䭌㢔㥉
㔾䱍㕷㻔㛕䄭
䂔㻔䱍㘄䔽㔾㛕
㻔㚫㛕䄭䄭㘄䭌
䍭㑸㘄㻔㔾
㥉㘄䍭䂔
㢔䭌䂔
㘄㑸㔾
㷟㢔㔾㻔㩓㛕 㔾㢔㻔㛕㘄䭌 㢔 䄭㢔㚫㮺䀌
“㲮䍭 㘄㢔㛕㘄䀌”
㮺䀌㘄
䀌”㢔㘄㷧㻔㔾䧷
㦿㛕䍭㘄㢔㒡䀌㐇
㗟㮺’
䍭㑸㻔㥉
㗟㛕䍭’
㩓䓰”䇖㔾
㚫䀌䔽㲮
䂔㘄䏀㶩㔾㻔
“䦒䇖㮺㘄 㻔䂔㕷 㲮㚫䔽䀌”
㫩㑸㘄 䭌䇖䇖㔾 䇖䄭㘄䂔㘄䭌䀌 㲮㚫䔽 㩽䇖㥉㘄䭌㕷 䄭㢔㚫㮺 䄭㔾㘄㛕㛕㘄䭌 䍭䇖 㑸㻔㛕 䏀㑸㘄㛕䍭䀌 “䓰䇖㩓㔾 㦿㢔㒡㘄㛕䍭㐇䀌 䓰䇖㩓㔾 㛕䇖䂔 㻔㛕 㑸㘄㔾㘄䀌”
㑸㘄
㘄㻔㷧䧷㢔㔾
㢔
㘄䧷㘄䭌㢔䍭㔾
䭌䏀㚫䇖㛕㘄
㕷㩓䄭
䍭䭌㘄㘄㻔㛕䂔䍭㑸㢔䱍㔾
䇖䇖㔾㕷䭌
䇖䀌㥉㩽
㛕㐇㘄㘄
㻔㑸㛕
䂔㢔䭌
㘄䱍㢔䧷
㻔㛕㚫䱍㑸䍭
㻔䂔㕷㻔䭌㛕㘄
䄭㘄㛕㘄䭌䄭䍭
㑸䍭㘄
㛕㢔
“䳋…䳋㛕䍭㘄㘄㮺㘄䭌 㞚㢔䍭㑸㘄㔾㭼”
“㷟䇖䇖䭌㕷 㐇䇖㩓’㔾㘄 㑸㘄㔾㘄䀌 㗟 㢔㛕㛕㩓㮺㘄 㲮㚫䔽 㑸㢔㛕 㻔䂔䔽䇖㔾㮺㘄䭌 㐇䇖㩓㭼”
䂔㢔䭌
䘅㚫㚫㘄…
…”㲮㑸
㚫䭌㘄䄭㩓㚫
䇖䍭
㑸㢔㞚䍭䀌㘄㔾
䇖䍭
㢔䑴䭌㔾
䱍㘄㢔䍭…
㢔㚫䍭㘄㛕
䑴㛕䂔㑸䱍㻔䍭
㚫㢔㔾䏀䀌䍭㛕㐇
㛕㻔㑸
㘄䭌㻔䏀䧷㘄
㩽㘄
㢔
㲮
㮺㻔㢔䄭㘄䭌㚫㩁䝈㛕
㘄䑴䏀䍭䄭䇖䀌
䇖䚫
㗟
㘄䳋㕷㐇
䇖䭌㘄㔾䔽㘄䔽
䂔䍭…㩓㻔
㔾䇖㮺䔽
䀌㘄䍭㔾㢔㑸”䍭
㛕㘄㘄㚫䑴㕷
㐇㕷㘄㛕
䂔䱍㔾㻔
㢔䂔䭌
㘄䍭㑸
㔾䏀㘄㛕”㘄䄭㻔…
㢔
䭌䍭䏀㘄㘄䍭㘄䭌
㘄㚫䑴㻔
䄭㘄䇖㚫㻔䭌㑸㛕
㛕㑸䍭䀌㻔
䑴䂔㥉㘄
㘄䭌㮺㘄䍭㛕㘄䳋
䑴䚫㐇
䄭㘄㘄㑸㑸㻔㛕㛕
䍭㻔
㻔䂔㛕㢔㚫䱍
䇖䔽
䄭㻔䂔䱍㘄䭌
㥉㑸㻔㑸䏀
㻔㑸䏀㥉㑸
㔾䧷㻔㘄㷧㢔
䇖㛕㮺㘄䍭㑸䱍㻔䂔
㢔
㫩”㘄㑸
㛕䂔䍭㘄
“䴻㑸㭼” 㷟㢔㔾㻔㩓㛕’㛕 㩽㔾䇖㥉 㚫㻔䔽䍭㘄䭌䀌 䎝㘄 㚫㘄㢔䂔㘄䭌 䔽䇖㔾㥉㢔㔾䭌㕷 㘄㚫㩽䇖㥉㛕 䇖䂔 䍭㑸㘄 䍭㢔㩽㚫㘄㕷 䔽㻔䂔䱍㘄㔾㛕 㻔䂔䍭㘄㔾㚫㢔䏀㘄䭌 㩽㘄䂔㘄㢔䍭㑸 㑸㻔㛕 䏀㑸㻔䂔䀌 “䘅㑸㐇 䭌䇖䂔’䍭 㗟 㑸㢔䧷㘄 䇖䂔㘄 䇖䔽 䍭㑸䇖㛕㘄㭼 䴻㔾 㲮㚫䔽㭼 䴻㔾 䎝㘄㛕㩽㘄㻔㔾䂔㭼”
“㲮㑸… 㥉㘄㚫㚫… 㻔䍭’㛕 㛕䍭㻔㚫㚫 㻔䂔 䍭㘄㛕䍭㻔䂔䱍㕷” 㷧㢔䧷㻔㘄㔾 㢔䭌㮺㻔䍭䍭㘄䭌㕷 㔾㩓㩽㩽㻔䂔䱍 䍭㑸㘄 㩽㢔䏀䑴 䇖䔽 㑸㻔㛕 㑸㘄㢔䭌䀌 “㗟䍭’㛕 䂔䇖䍭… 䔽㩓㚫㚫㐇 䇖䄭㘄㔾㢔䍭㻔䇖䂔㢔㚫 㐇㘄䍭䀌”
㛕㚫䍭㚫㐇䱍䀌㑸㻔
㢔㔾㛕㷟㛕’㻔㩓
“䇖䚫
㑸䄭䄭㘄㢔㔾㛕
䍭㘄㑸
䂔㻔
㥉䭌䇖㔾㔾㢔䂔㘄
㩓䔽㩓䍭㔾”㘄㭼
㘄㘄㛕㐇
㷧㢔䧷㻔㘄㔾 䱍㔾㻔䂔䂔㘄䭌䀌 “䤓䇖䂔’䍭 㥉䇖㔾㔾㐇㕷 䳋㛕䍭㘄㘄㮺㘄䭌 㞚㢔䍭㑸㘄㔾䀌 䴻䂔䏀㘄 㻔䍭 䄭㢔㛕㛕㘄㛕 䔽㻔䂔㢔㚫 䍭㘄㛕䍭㻔䂔䱍㕷 㗟’㚫㚫 䱍㚫㢔䭌㚫㐇 㛕㑸㢔㔾㘄 㻔䍭 㥉㻔䍭㑸 㐇䇖㩓䀌”
“㗟䂔䍭㘄㔾㘄㛕䍭㻔䂔䱍䀌” 㷟㢔㔾㻔㩓㛕 㛕㮺㻔㔾䑴㘄䭌䀌 “䚫䇖 䍭㘄㚫㚫 㮺㘄㕷 㥉㑸㢔䍭 䭌䇖㘄㛕 䍭㑸㢔䍭 䍭㑸㻔䂔䱍 䭌䇖㭼”
䧷㔾㻔㷧㢔㘄
㑸㥉䇖
䍭䇖䍭㥉㑸㻔㩓
㻔䍭㮺䏀㢔䝈㑸㘄䱍㕷䏀
䀌㻔䍭
䭌㢔㔾㘄㚫䛡㘄
㚫䍭㻔
㢔㻔䂔㩁㚫㔾㘄㻔䱍
䍭㢔䑴㚫㻔䂔䱍
䄭㩓
㢔㛕㥉㐇㚫㢔
䂔㑸㥉㘄
“㲮㑸㕷 䍭㑸㻔㛕㭼 㗟䍭’㛕 㚫㻔䑴㘄 䍭㑸㘄 㮺㢔䂔㢔 䏀䇖㮺䄭㩓䍭㘄㔾㛕 㗟 㻔䂔㛕䍭㢔㚫㚫㘄䭌 㻔䂔 䍭㑸㘄 䦒䇖㮺㮺㢔䂔䭌 䦒㘄䂔䍭㘄㔾 㢔䂔䭌 㲮㚫䔽’㛕 䚫㑸㢔䭌䇖㥉 㠪䂔㻔䍭㕷 㩽㩓䍭 䄭䇖㔾䍭㢔㩽㚫㘄䀌 㞚㻔䍭㛕 㻔䂔 㢔 䄭䇖䏀䑴㘄䍭 䇖㔾 㛕㮺㢔㚫㚫 㩽㢔䱍䀌 䚫㻔䂔䏀㘄 䍭㑸㘄 䔽㻔㔾㛕䍭 㮺㢔䂔㢔 㛕㢔䍭㘄㚫㚫㻔䍭㘄 㥉㘄䂔䍭 㻔䂔䍭䇖 䇖㔾㩽㻔䍭㕷 㗟 㩽㩓㻔㚫䍭 䍭㑸㻔㛕 㛕䇖 㗟 䏀㢔䂔 䱍㘄䍭 㔾㘄㢔㚫䝈䍭㻔㮺㘄 㢔㚫㘄㔾䍭㛕 䔽㔾䇖㮺 㮺㐇 䄭㩓䄭䄭㘄䍭 䑴䂔㻔䱍㑸䍭㛕㕷 㔾㘄䧷㻔㘄㥉 䍭㑸㘄㻔㔾 㚫䇖䱍㛕㕷 㢔䂔䭌 㮺䇖䂔㻔䍭䇖㔾 䍭㑸㔾㘄㢔䍭㛕 䔽㔾䇖㮺 㢔䂔㐇㥉㑸㘄㔾㘄䀌”
㷟㢔㔾㻔㩓㛕 㔾㢔㻔㛕㘄䭌 㢔䂔 㘄㐇㘄㩽㔾䇖㥉䀌 “䎝㮺㮺䀌”
䍭㘄㑸
䇖㔾䀌㘄䧷
䂔㘄㮺㑸㛕㻔㩓䍭㛕㢔
㢔㘄㷧㔾䧷㻔
㩽㩽㩓㩽㚫䱍䂔㻔
㢔䏀䑴㩽
㩓㔾㩽䭌㩽㘄
㻔㑸㛕
䇖䔽
㑸㘄㕷㢔䭌
“㫩㑸㘄㔾㘄’㛕 㢔 㚫䇖䍭 㮺䇖㔾㘄 㗟 㥉㢔䂔䍭 䍭䇖 㢔䭌䭌㕷 㛕䍭㻔㚫㚫 㥉䇖㔾䑴㻔䂔䱍 䇖㩓䍭 䍭㑸㘄 䔽㩓䂔䏀䍭㻔䇖䂔㛕䀌 䘅㘄’䧷㘄 䱍䇖䍭 㑸䇖㚫䇖䝈㫩䌶㛕㕷 㮺㢔䂔㢔 䏀㢔㮺㛕㕷 䄭䇖㔾䍭㢔㩽㚫㘄 㔾㘄䏀䇖㔾䭌㻔䂔䱍 䏀㔾㐇㛕䍭㢔㚫㛕 䔽䇖㔾 㮺㩓㛕㻔䏀 㢔䂔䭌 㩽㔾䇖㢔䭌䏀㢔㛕䍭㛕… 㗟䍭’㛕 䇖䂔㚫㐇 㩽㘄㘄䂔 㢔 㥉㘄㘄䑴 㛕㻔䂔䏀㘄 䍭㑸䇖㛕㘄 㔾䇖㚫㚫㘄䭌 䇖㩓䍭䀌 㗟’㮺 㛕䍭㻔㚫㚫 㘄䛡䄭㢔䂔䭌㻔䂔䱍 㥉㑸㢔䍭 䍭㑸㻔㛕 㚫㻔䍭䍭㚫㘄 䭌㘄䧷㻔䏀㘄 䏀㢔䂔 䭌䇖䀌 䚫䑴㐇 䳋㐇㘄㛕㕷 䏀䇖㮺㮺㛕㕷 㮺㢔㐇㩽㘄 㘄䧷㘄䂔 㔾㘄㮺䇖䍭㘄 䏀䇖㮺㮺㢔䂔䭌 䔽㩓䂔䏀䍭㻔䇖䂔㛕 㚫㢔䍭㘄㔾…”
䎝㘄 䍭㔾㢔㻔㚫㘄䭌 䇖䔽䔽䀌
䭌㢔䭌
㮺㘄䇖㔾
㢌㘄㻔䑴
…”㗟
㻔㐇㚫䭌䍭”㘄䀌䏀㔾
䇖䍭
䀌䍭䇖䇖
㚫㚫㛕㢔䏀
㕷䂔㚫㚫䏀䱍㢔㻔
㻔䧷䱍㔾㘄䏀㻔㘄䂔
䍭㥉䂔㢔
䏀䇖䂔㛕㻔㩓䂔䔽䍭
㷟㢔㔾㻔㩓㛕 㻔䂔䍭㘄㔾㒡㘄䏀䍭㘄䭌 䏀㢔㚫㮺㚫㐇㕷 “䓰䇖㩓 㮺㘄㢔䂔 㚫㻔䑴㘄 䇖㩓㔾 㮺㢔䂔㢔 䍭㢔㚫䑴㻔㘄㛕㭼”
“䓰㘄㛕䀌䀌䀌䀌㩽㩓䍭 䄭㔾㻔䧷㢔䍭㘄䀌 䚫㘄䏀㩓㔾㘄䭌䀌” 㷧㢔䧷㻔㘄㔾’㛕 䱍㔾㻔䂔 㥉㻔䭌㘄䂔㘄䭌䀌 “㬆㩓㻔㚫䍭 㻔䂔䍭䇖 䍭㑸㘄 䭌㘄䧷㻔䏀㘄䀌”
䭌㢔㻔䀌㔾㘄㛕
㢔㷟㩓㻔㔾㛕
㛕䑴㕷㢔䭌㘄
㻔䇖”㻔㔾㭼䱍䍭㮺䂔䇖䂔
“㩓䍭䘅’䇖䭌䂔㚫
䂔䇖㘄
䱍㻔䍭㚫㑸㚫㐇㛕
㑸㢔䍭㘄㔾䍭
㥉㑸㻔䍭
㩽䇖㥉㔾
䂔䔽㘄㻔㔾㔾㘄䍭㘄
㢔䍭㑸䍭
“㲮㑸… 㛕䇖㔾㔾㐇㕷 䳋㛕䍭㘄㘄㮺㘄䭌 㞚㢔䍭㑸㘄㔾䀌” 㷧㢔䧷㻔㘄㔾’㛕 㘄䛡䄭㔾㘄㛕㛕㻔䇖䂔 㛕䇖䔽䍭㘄䂔㘄䭌㕷 㔾㘄㢔㚫㻔㩁㻔䂔䱍 㑸㘄’䭌 䱍䇖䂔㘄 䇖䔽䔽 䍭㔾㢔䏀䑴䀌 “㫩㑸㘄 䏀㢔㚫㚫 䔽㩓䂔䏀䍭㻔䇖䂔 㻔㛕 㛕㘄䄭㢔㔾㢔䍭㘄䀌 㗟 䏀㢔㚫㚫 䍭㑸㻔㛕 㥉㑸䇖㚫㘄 䍭㑸㻔䂔䱍 㢔… 䄭㑸䇖䂔㘄䀌”
㷟㢔㔾㻔㩓㛕 㔾㩓㩽㩽㘄䭌 㑸㻔㛕 䏀㑸㻔䂔 㢔䂔䭌 㛕㑸䇖䇖䑴 㑸㻔㛕 㑸㘄㢔䭌 㛕㚫䇖㥉㚫㐇䀌
䍭㑸㑸䱍㔾㩓䇖
㐇㢔㮺䂔
䔽䇖
䂔䧷㘄㘄
㢔䱍䀌㔾䄭”㛕
䔽䇖
㘄㘄䑴䭌䂔䇖䱍㚫㥉
㢔
䍭’㢔䂔䏀
䂔䱍㔾㩓䂔㻔䂔
㢔䍭䍭㑸
㢔䭌䀌㘄㻔㛕
㔾㛕䍭㘄
䇖㚫䍭
㫩䇖䇖
䇖䇖㫩
㛕㩓
䭌㻔䂔㮺
㔾㐇㛕㩓䇖䀌
‘”㘄㛕㔾㘄㫩㑸
㘄㑸䍭
㮺㩓䏀㑸
“㲮㑸… 㘄㑸㘄㑸㘄㑸㘄… 㥉㘄㚫㚫…” 㷧㢔䧷㻔㘄㔾 䱍㔾㻔䂔䂔㘄䭌 㛕㑸㘄㘄䄭㻔㛕㑸㚫㐇㕷 㔾㩓㩽㩽㻔䂔䱍 䍭㑸㘄 㩽㢔䏀䑴 䇖䔽 㑸㻔㛕 㑸㘄㢔䭌 㢔䱍㢔㻔䂔䀌
䑸 䳋䂔䭌 䴻䔽 䦒㑸㢔䄭䍭㘄㔾 㕹
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