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Strongest Hammer God - Chapter 523

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Capítulo 523: Chapter 523 – More Tasks

“And will that change anything?” Kyle asked.

“No,” Magic Lady answered. “While I could execute you for a Karmic reward, this is not how our company operates. Killing you for such a reason would be seen as an act of corruption. I am an employee, just like you, Mr. Freeman. I get far more out of being responsible for a Tertiary World’s output than from the little bit of Karmic Luck I would receive from killing you.”

Kyle was numb by now.

“Sure,” he answered as he continued.

Kyle continued executing the targets until the next Transcendent arrived.

It was that one Transcendent who had wanted to put him under arrest in the past.

Kyle just got rid of him and continued.

After some minutes, another Transcendent arrived.

Kyle also dealt with that one.

As Kyle reached the middle of the southern world, a familiar face appeared in front of him.

The Chief.

“Kyle, what are you doing?” he asked.

Kyle just looked at him.

‘Who cares?’ he thought.

BANG!

The Chief’s head exploded.

Kyle just sighed.

‘Whatcha gonna do?’ he thought.

Sadly, his trademarked phrase didn’t seem as genuine as it usually was.

Before Kyle continued, he made a quick stop on the central landmass to kill the last Nobody.

“Good work, Mr. Freeman,” Magic Lady said. “You have killed the last false Transcendent.”

Kyle didn’t answer and just continued.

He cleared the central landmass of the targets before returning to the southern half of the world.

More and more burning people joined the images of the other burning people whom Kyle kept seeing.

Every waking moment, Kyle was forced to witness his actions in the form of visions.

‘How did things end up like this?’ he thought with a sigh.

‘Yeah, well, guess this is my new normal.’

Some minutes later, the south was also cleared.

Over the next minutes, Kyle flew around the world, killing the last stragglers.

And it was done…

It had just taken three hours in total to kill 500,000 people.

“Good work, Mr. Freeman,” Magic Lady said. “The hardest part of your job is done. The remainder shouldn’t be as bad.”

Kyle didn’t answer and just took out the device that told him about all the sources of information for the rituals.

The closest source was a library in a town.

Kyle simply burned the library down and continued.

The device pointed to something else, and Kyle dealt with that source as well.

Some Mortals, who hadn’t undergone a ritual, knew things about how the rituals worked, which meant Kyle also had to destroy them.

From time to time, Kyle had to destroy some ruins or broken cities.

Some books in some chests.

Some prepared magic circles.

Some knowledgeable people.

Dealing with all of the sources was not as bad as committing a genocide, but it took far longer.

While he was following one of the last sources, he realized where it was leading.

He took a deep breath.

Below Kyle was a powerful Expert with an Aristocrat’s Body, who was hiding in a cave.

“And you really don’t know what’s going on, mom?” a young man asked.

“No,” the woman answered.

“Father hasn’t returned yet,” the young man said.

The mother didn’t answer.

Selene Forthing.

Kyle could tell that her son had an Aristocrat’s Body.

Most likely, Selene had learned about all of the rituals to help her son.

She was one of the sources.

Kyle sighed.

The next moment, a fierce flame consumed Selene.

The son just watched in horror as his mother vanished before his eyes.

‘This sucks,’ Kyle thought as he continued with his work.

He had become completely numb by now.

He was just done.

He just didn’t care anymore.

Almost everyone Kyle had become acquainted with in the world was dead.

The only ones remaining were Sebastian and the Duchess of Twilight, but that was because they were no longer in this world.

Everyone else?

Gone.

Yet, Kyle just continued.

‘I’m not a hero.’

‘I’m just a rat.’

When Kyle dealt with the next source, he noticed that the device stopped responding.

“Good work, Mr. Freeman,” Magic Lady said. “The false Transcendents are gone. The people who underwent a false ritual are gone. All traces of the false rituals are buried.”

As Kyle listened to Magic Lady, his Ether Sense showed him many towns being attacked by beasts.

The people didn’t have their defenders anymore.

Only the Warriors and Experts could defend the settlements from beasts, but there were not that many of them.

“The negative influences have been eradicated,” Magic Lady said. “Now, we need to fix the population.”

Kyle just sighed.

‘More killing, huh?’ he thought.

“I have noticed that the people in this world have difficulties breaking down the Ether inside beasts. This is not how things are supposed to be. Most likely, this was the saboteur’s work.”

The next moment, a mountain appeared in front of Kyle, which was just made out of green powder.

“Dump this into the ocean,” Magic Lady said.

“What will this do?” Kyle asked.

“10% of the people in this world can still consume beast meat but don’t know that they can since they have never tried it,” Magic Lady said. “These people will remain unaffected.”

“Another 30% can technically train to unlock this ability via repeated exposure. There will be an 80% chance that they will be able to digest it after repeated exposure to the powder.”

“The remaining 60% can not digest beast Ether.”

“They die?” Kyle asked.

“No, Mr. Freeman,” Magic Lady said. “I am not that cruel. That would be millions of people.”

“If a person fails to digest the contents in the powder, it will stay in their body and eventually move to their reproductive organs.”

“This will cause infertility.”

Kyle took hold of the powdery mountain.

He was no longer surprised by anything.

The next moment, he simply threw the mountain into the ocean.

The powder almost immediately vanished, but Kyle could feel a tiny bit of foreign Ether attached to the Water Ether of the ocean.

He also noticed that the foreign Ether followed the Water Ether as it flew up into the air to create clouds.

“Now, Mr. Freeman,” Magic Lady said. “There are also scattered tribes of people who have abnormal Aspects of Power. The local people call them dwarves.”

“Your next task is to get rid of them as well.”

老

䍾䕹䃙

櫓

盧

㯧䀝䨝䏟䒖䕹

㑞䕹䍾䒖㪿䗓

櫓

蘆

䏟㤵

盧

䃙䏟䕹㭮

盧

䀝㖎䀄䕹䒖㪿䫙

㑞㽿䀝䏟䃙䍾㳂

㳂㑞㹦

櫓

䏟㤵

魯

䛖㽿䍾䒖

擄

㑞䨝䃙㽿㜊

䫱

㪿

㵈䃙䕹 䍾䀝㹦㑞䕹 䒖䍾㪿䀝䍾䕹䀄 䍾䏟 䀄㪿㜊䨝䕹 㪿䀝䏟㽿㜊䀄 䍾䃙䕹 䨝䏟䀝㯧䒖䕹㚺 䍾䃙㪿㜊䃴㹦㜊㳂 䍾䃙䕹 㖎䏟䀝㒦䀄 㤵䏟䀝 䍾䃙䕹 㑞㒦䕹䒖䒖㹦㜊㳂 䍾䃙㪿䍾 㖎㪿䒖 䍾䃙㹦䒖 䨝䏟䀝㯧䒖䕹䗓

㨂䍾 㖎䏟㽿㒦䀄 㤵䕹䕹䀄 䍾䃙䕹㭮 㤵䏟䀝 䍾䃙䀝䕹䕹 䀄㪿䘣䒖䗓

㹦㒦䫙㪿䕹㒦㳂

䍾㜊䏟㹦

㹦㜊䀝䍾䕹䕹

䍾㜊㚺䃙䕹

䕹䍾䀝㽿㜊䀄

䍾䕹䃙

㪿㜊

䗓䕹䀝㹦㜊㜊䏟㤵

䫱㜊䀄

䫱㒦㒦 䒖䍾䀝㽿䨝䍾㽿䀝䕹䒖 㪿㜊䀄 㯧䕹䏟㯧㒦䕹 㹦㜊 䍾䃙䕹 䫙㹦㒦㒦㪿㳂䕹 䃙㪿䀄 㑞䕹䕹㜊 㑞㽿䀝㜊䕹䀄 䍾䏟 㪿䒖䃙䕹䒖䗓

㵈䃙䕹 㜊䕹䈫䍾 㭮䏟㭮䕹㜊䍾㚺 㪿 㯧䏟㖎䕹䀝㤵㽿㒦 㖎㹦㜊䀄 䒖䨝㪿䍾䍾䕹䀝䕹䀄 㪿㒦㒦 䍾䃙䕹 㤵㒦㪿㭮䕹䒖 䏟㜊 䍾䃙䕹 䒖㽿䀝䀝䏟㽿㜊䀄㹦㜊㳂 䍾䀝䕹䕹䒖䗓

䏟”䀄䏟䪤

㪿䨝㥐㳂㹦

䍾䃙䕹

㒦䒖㪿䍾

䀝䏟䃴㖎㚺

㪿䘣䀄䕡

“㜊䕹䏟䗓

㪿㖎䒖

䍾䃙”㵈㪿

㥐䗓䀝

䗓䀄㹦䒖㪿

䫜㚺”㜊䀝㭮㪿䕹䕹

㺟䘣㒦䕹 䀄㹦䀄㜊’䍾 㪿㜊䒖㖎䕹䀝䗓

“㵈䃙䕹 㯧䏟㯧㽿㒦㪿䍾㹦䏟㜊 䃙㪿䒖 㑞䕹䕹㜊 㤵㹦䈫䕹䀄㚺” 䒖䃙䕹 㪿䀄䀄䕹䀄䗓 “䓄㹦䍾䃙 䍾㹦㭮䕹㚺 䕹䫙䕹䀝䘣 䃙㽿㭮㪿㜊 㹦㜊 䍾䃙㹦䒖 㖎䏟䀝㒦䀄 㖎㹦㒦㒦 㑞䕹 㪿㑞㒦䕹 䍾䏟 䀄㹦㳂䕹䒖䍾 㑞䕹㪿䒖䍾 㭮䕹㪿䍾 㪿㳂㪿㹦㜊䗓”

䕹㵈”䃙

㹦䫙䕹㜊䕹䍾㳂㪿

㒦㒦㪿

䨝䃴㽿䕡

䀝䕹㪿

䫙䗓䏟䕹䀝”

䒖䍾㪿䃴䒖

㵈䕹䃙

㒦㤵䒖㜊䕹㽿䨝㹦䕹㜊

䏟䀝㽿䘣

㹦㹦㜊㳂㒦䫙䫙䏟㜊

㪿㳂㳂㜊㪿䀄㭮㹦

䕹䏟㜊䗓㳂

䕹㪿䀝

䀝㭮㹦㺟㪿䨝

“䫜䀝䏟㭮 㜊䏟㖎 䏟㜊㚺 䘣䏟㽿䀝 㺟㪿䀝㭮㹦䨝 䕡㽿䨝䃴 㖎㹦㒦㒦 㹦㭮㯧䀝䏟䫙䕹䗓”

㺟䘣㒦䕹 䛖㽿䒖䍾 䒖㹦㳂䃙䕹䀄䗓

䘣㡉

䀝㪿㺟䨝㭮㹦

䒖㹦䃙

䍾㪿㑞㽿䏟

㪿䨝䀝䕹

㚺䏟㖎㜊

䀄㜊㹦䀄䍾’

䃙䕹

䕡㽿䃴䨝

䕹䏟䀝㭮䗓䘣㜊㪿

㿺䫙䕹䀝 䍾䃙䕹 㒦㪿䒖䍾 䍾㖎䏟 䀄㪿䘣䒖㚺 䃙䕹 䃙㪿䀄 㳂䏟䍾䍾䕹㜊 㽿䒖䕹䀄 䍾䏟 䍾䃙䕹 䕹㜊䀄㒦䕹䒖䒖 㑞㽿䀝㜊㹦㜊㳂䗓

㨂䍾 㖎㪿䒖 䒖䍾㹦㒦㒦 䍾䃙䕹䀝䕹㚺 㪿㜊䀄 㹦䍾 䒖䍾㹦㒦㒦 䃙㽿䀝䍾 䒖䏟 㭮㽿䨝䃙䗓

㒦䕹䏟䏟䃴䀄

㪿㖎㪿䘣䗓

䍾䕹㣆㚺

䛖䍾㽿䒖

㺟㒦䘣䕹

䯏䕹䫙䕹䀝䍾䃙䕹㒦䕹䒖䒖㚺 䍾䃙䕹 䨝䏟㜊䒖䍾㪿㜊䍾 㯧㪿㹦㜊 㖎㪿䒖 䒖䍾㹦㒦㒦 䍾䃙䕹䀝䕹㚺 㪿㜊䀄 㹦䍾 㖎㪿䀝㯧䕹䀄 䃙㹦䒖 㯧䕹䀝䨝䕹㯧䍾㹦䏟㜊 䏟㤵 㯧㪿㹦㜊 䍾䀝䕹㭮䕹㜊䀄䏟㽿䒖㒦䘣䗓

㨂䍾 㖎㪿䒖 䒖㽿䨝䃙 㪿 䨝䏟㜊䒖䍾㪿㜊䍾 㪿㜊䀄 䏟䫙䕹䀝㑞䕹㪿䀝㹦㜊㳂 㯧䀝䕹䒖䕹㜊䨝䕹 䍾䃙㪿䍾 㺟䘣㒦䕹 䀄㹦䀄㜊’䍾 䕹䫙䕹㜊 䃴㜊䏟㖎 㖎䃙㪿䍾 㯧㪿㹦㜊 㖎㪿䒖 㪿㜊䘣㭮䏟䀝䕹䗓

㪿

㚺䍾䏟㒦

䀄㹦䀄

㹦䍾

㽿䍾㑞

䃙䀝䍾㽿

㚺㣆䕹䒖

㹦㖆䍾

䓄㪿䒖 㹦䍾 䛖㽿䒖䍾 䍾䃙䕹䀝䕹㖆

㿺㤵 䨝䏟㽿䀝䒖䕹㚺 㺟䘣㒦䕹 䃴㜊䕹㖎 䍾䃙㪿䍾 䃙䕹 㖎㪿䒖 䛖㽿䒖䍾 䨝䏟㯧㹦㜊㳂䗓

䒖㪿

㑞㽿䍾

㜊㹦䀄’䀄䍾

㪿㜊䍾㚺䍾㜊䕹䍾䏟㹦

㽿㚺㭮䨝䃙

㤵㽿䨝䃴㹦㳂㜊

䏟䒖

䕹䃙

㜊㒦㳂䏟

䕹䃙

㒦㽿䨝䀄䏟

䍾㹦

㜊䘣㪿

䒖㪿

㹦㳂㜊䫙㒦㹦䗓

䕹㯧䃴䕹

㽿䃙䍾䀝

䘣㯧㪿

䍾㨂

㵈䃙䕹 㜊䕹䈫䍾 㭮䏟㭮䕹㜊䍾㚺 㪿 㭮䏟㽿㜊䍾㪿㹦㜊 㭮㪿䀄䕹 䏟㤵 㑞䏟䏟䃴䒖 㪿㯧㯧䕹㪿䀝䕹䀄 㹦㜊 㤵䀝䏟㜊䍾 䏟㤵 㺟䘣㒦䕹䗓

㵈䃙䕹䀝䕹 㖎䕹䀝䕹 䍾䃙䏟㽿䒖㪿㜊䀄䒖 䏟㤵 䨝䏟㯧㹦䕹䒖 䏟㤵 䍾䕹㜊 䀄㹦㤵㤵䕹䀝䕹㜊䍾 䃴㹦㜊䀄䒖 䏟㤵 㑞䏟䏟䃴䒖䗓

㜊㪿䀄

㒦㪿䨝䕹㪿㯧㑞

㽿㪿䃙㭮㜊

㤵䏟

㪿㒦䀄䃴䕹䍾

䕹㜊㿺

㑞䀄䏟䘣

㪿䒖㖎

䃙䍾㖎㪿

㑞㪿㽿䏟䍾

䍾㹦

䗓㤵䏟

䃙䍾䕹

䍾䃙䕹

䏟䒖㑞䏟䃴

㿺㜊䕹 䏟㤵 䍾䃙䕹㭮 䍾㪿㒦䃴䕹䀄 㪿㑞䏟㽿䍾 䍾䃙㹦㜊㳂䒖 䍾䏟 㪿䫙䏟㹦䀄 㖎䃙㹦㒦䕹 㳂䀝䏟㖎㹦㜊㳂 䒖䍾䀝䏟㜊㳂䕹䀝䗓

㿺㜊䕹 䏟㤵 䍾䃙䕹㭮 䨝䏟㜊䍾㪿㹦㜊䕹䀄 䒖䕹䫙䕹䀝㪿㒦 䀝㹦䍾㽿㪿㒦䒖 䍾䏟 㹦㭮㯧䀝䏟䫙䕹 䏟㜊䕹’䒖 㯧䏟㖎䕹䀝 㖎㹦䍾䃙䏟㽿䍾 䨝㪿㜊㜊㹦㑞㪿㒦㹦㿦㹦㜊㳂 㤵㽿䍾㽿䀝䕹 䕡㪿㖎 䊃䏟㭮㯧䀝䕹䃙䕹㜊䒖㹦䏟㜊䗓 㵈䃙䕹 䨝䃙䕹㪿㯧䕹䒖䍾 䏟㤵 䍾䃙䕹㭮 㖎㪿䒖 䒖䍾㹦㒦㒦 䕹䈫㯧䕹㜊䒖㹦䫙䕹㚺 㑞㽿䍾 䫛㫩㾟 䏟㤵 㤵㪿㭮㹦㒦㹦䕹䒖 䨝䏟㽿㒦䀄 䒖䍾㹦㒦㒦 㪿㤵㤵䏟䀝䀄 㹦䍾䗓 㵈䃙䕹 㭮䏟䒖䍾 䕹䈫㯧䕹㜊䒖㹦䫙䕹 䏟㜊䕹 㖎㪿䒖 䍾䃙䕹 䀝㹦䍾㽿㪿㒦 䍾䏟 㳂䕹䍾 㪿㜊 䫱䀝㹦䒖䍾䏟䨝䀝㪿䍾’䒖 㡉䏟䀄䘣䗓

㿺㜊䕹

䍾䀄䕹㪿㒦䃴

㤵䏟

㪿㽿㑞䍾䏟

䍾䕹䨝㽿䃙㜊䗓䕹㥊䒖㹦

㑞䏟䃴䏟䒖

䕹䃙䍾

㿺㜊䕹 䏟㤵 䍾䃙䕹㭮 㖎㪿䒖 㪿㑞䏟㽿䍾 㼀㯧䕹㒦㒦䒖䗓

㵈䃙䕹 䀝䕹㭮㪿㹦㜊䀄䕹䀝 䏟㤵 䍾䃙䕹 㑞䏟䏟䃴䒖 㖎䕹䀝䕹 䛖㽿䒖䍾 㤵㹦㒦㒦䕹䀄 㖎㹦䍾䃙 㭮㹦䒖䨝䕹㒦㒦㪿㜊䕹䏟㽿䒖 䃴㜊䏟㖎㒦䕹䀄㳂䕹 㪿㑞䏟㽿䍾 䀝㪿㜊䀄䏟㭮 䍾䃙㹦㜊㳂䒖䗓

㪿㹦䨝㳂㥐

䏟㑞䒖䏟䃴

㒦䏟㚺䀝㖎䀄”

㼀”㪿䀄䕹䀝㯧

䃙䍾䕹

䘣䕡䀄㪿

䏟䀝䗓䀄䀄䀝䕹䕹

䕹䍾䃙䕹䒖

䒖㪿䒖䨝䀝䏟

㺟䘣㒦䕹 䛖㽿䒖䍾 䒖㹦㳂䃙䕹䀄 㪿㜊䀄 䒖䍾㪿䀝䍾䕹䀄 㤵㒦䘣㹦㜊㳂䗓

䓄㹦䍾䃙 䃙㹦䒖 㼀䏟㽿㒦㚺 䃙䕹 䨝䏟㽿㒦䀄 䛖㽿䒖䍾 㒦䕹䫙㹦䍾㪿䍾䕹 䍾䃙䕹 㭮䏟㽿㜊䍾㪿㹦㜊 䏟㤵 㑞䏟䏟䃴䒖 㪿㜊䀄 㯧㽿㒦㒦 㹦䍾 㖎㹦䍾䃙 䃙㹦㭮䗓

䍾䏟

㭮㪿㜊䘣

㪿䍾䍾䃙

䒖䕹䕹

䃙䀝䕹㵈䕹

㜊䍾䏟

䕹䕹䀝㖎

䕹䗓䏟㜊

䏟䒖䃴䏟㑞

㭮㒦䍾䒖䏟㪿

䒖㭮㯧䒖㒦㹦䏟㑞䕹㹦

䒖䏟

䕹䨝䕹㪿㭮㑞

䍾㹦

䎎䫙䕹㜊 䍾䃙䕹 䒖㭮㪿㒦㒦䕹䒖䍾 䫙㹦㒦㒦㪿㳂䕹 䀝䕹䨝䕹㹦䫙䕹䀄 䍾䕹㜊 䨝䏟㯧㹦䕹䒖 䏟㤵 䕹㪿䨝䃙 㑞䏟䏟䃴䗓

䓄㹦䍾䃙㹦㜊 䛖㽿䒖䍾 㪿 䨝䏟㽿㯧㒦䕹 䏟㤵 㭮㹦㜊㽿䍾䕹䒖㚺 㺟䘣㒦䕹 䒖㯧䀝䕹㪿䀄 㪿㒦㒦 䍾䃙䕹 㑞䏟䏟䃴䒖 㪿䨝䀝䏟䒖䒖 䍾䃙䕹 㖎䏟䀝㒦䀄䗓

“䫱䀄㜊

䀝䛖䍾㪿䏟㹦䘣㭮

㤵䏟

䏟䃴䀝㖎

䕹㒦㺟䗓䘣

䕹”䏟䀄䗓㜊

㥐㪿㳂㹦䨝

䃙㹦㖎䍾

㜊䀄䏟䕹㚺”

䕹”㒦㒦䓄

䕹䒖䃙

㤵䏟

㹦㜊

㪿䃙䍾㚺䍾

䕡㪿䀄䘣

㪿䒖

㹦䒖

䀄䒖㹦㪿

㪿䕹㯧㪿䀄㯧䕹䀝

䀝䏟䘣㽿

䀝㜊䏟䍾㤵

䍾䃙䕹

“㶙䕹䏟㯧㒦䕹 㖎㹦㒦㒦 㜊䏟 㒦䏟㜊㳂䕹䀝 㑞䕹 䒖㽿㯧㯧䀝䕹䒖䒖䕹䀄 㑞䘣 㯧䕹䏟㯧㒦䕹 㖎䃙䏟 㽿䒖䕹䀄 䍾䃙䕹 㤵㪿㒦䒖䕹 䀝㹦䍾㽿㪿㒦䒖 䍾䏟 㳂㪿㹦㜊 㪿 䍾䕹㭮㯧䏟䀝㪿䀝䘣 㪿䀄䫙㪿㜊䍾㪿㳂䕹 㪿䍾 䍾䃙䕹 䨝䏟䒖䍾 䏟㤵 䍾䃙䕹㹦䀝 㯧䏟䍾䕹㜊䍾㹦㪿㒦䗓”

“㶙䕹䏟㯧㒦䕹 㖎㹦㒦㒦 㑞䕹 㪿㑞㒦䕹 䍾䏟 䨝䏟㜊䒖㽿㭮䕹 㑞䕹㪿䒖䍾䒖㚺 㪿㜊䀄 㯧㽿䀝䕹 㤵䏟䀝㭮䒖 䏟㤵 䎎䍾䃙䕹䀝 㖎㹦㒦㒦 㜊䏟 㒦䏟㜊㳂䕹䀝 㑞䕹 㪿䒖 䀄䕹䒖㹦䀝㪿㑞㒦䕹䗓 㵈䃙㹦䒖 䀝䕹䀄㽿䨝䕹䒖 䍾䃙䕹 䨝䏟䒖䍾 䏟㤵 㯧㽿䀝䕹 㤵䏟䀝㭮䒖 䏟㤵 䎎䍾䃙䕹䀝㚺 㪿㒦㒦䏟㖎㹦㜊㳂 䍾䃙䕹 㯧䕹䏟㯧㒦䕹 䍾䏟 䕹䈫㯧䕹䀝㹦㭮䕹㜊䍾 㭮䏟䀝䕹 㖎㹦䍾䃙 㹦䍾䗓”

䏟㜊

䀄䕹䍾䕹䨝㪿䒖䒖㵈㜊䀝㜊㜊

䀄䘣㡉䏟㚺

䕹䍾䃙

㪿㒦䃴䍾

㑞䕹

㖎㹦䍾䃙

㑞㽿䍾

䀄㭮㯧㳂䀝䏟㜊䨝䕹䕹䃙㹦㜊

㜊䃴䏟㖎

䕹㑞

㒦㹦㖎㒦

䕹䒖㯧䀄㪿䀝

䕹㯧㯧䏟䕹㒦

䀝䀄㖎㒦䏟䗓

䏟䕹㭮䀝

㪿㚺䒖䒖㜊䨝㹦䕹䏟㜊

䕹䀄㜊䕹

䒖㭮䍾䏟

䗓㖎䒖䕡㪿

㯧䏟㖎䕹㽿㤵䀝㒦

䃙㵈䕹

䃴䏟䏟㑞䒖

㽿䏟㪿㑞䍾

“䫜䕹㒦䒖㪿

㹦㖎㒦㒦

㒦䀝䍾䏟㜊䨝䏟

㯧㯧䕹䕹㒦䏟

㒦㹦㖎㒦

䏟㽿㯧䀝㖎㤵䕹㒦

䏟䍾

㒦䏟䀝㜊䕹㳂

㜊㹦䍾䍾䕹䕹䒖䀝䕹䀄

䕹㯧㯧䕹㒦䏟

㪿䕹䍾䍾㒦䀄䕹㜊

䃙䕹䘣䍾

㵈㜊’㜊䀝㪿䒖䕹䀄䍾䨝䕹䒖㜊

䀄䏟

䕹”䗓䨝䒖㪿䀄㜊

㹦㖎㒦㒦

䏟䍾

䃙㵈䕹

䃙㪿䫙䕹

㹦㜊

䍾䃙䕹

㪿㜊䀄

䘣䍾䕹䃙

䏟䘣㽿

㒦䒖䏟㪿

㪿䃙䍾㖎

“㵈䃙㹦䒖 㖎㹦㒦㒦 䫙㪿䒖䍾㒦䘣 䀄䕹䨝䀝䕹㪿䒖䕹 䍾䃙䕹 䒖䨝㪿㒦䕹 䏟㤵 㖎㪿䀝䒖䗓”

“䓄䃙㪿䍾 㪿㑞䏟㽿䍾 㑞䕹㪿䒖䍾䒖㖆” 㺟䘣㒦䕹 㪿䒖䃴䕹䀄䗓 “㵈䀝㪿㜊䒖䨝䕹㜊䀄㹦㜊㳂 㡉䕹㪿䒖䍾䒖 㪿䀝䕹 㜊䏟㖎 㤵䀝䕹䕹 䍾䏟 䀄䏟 㖎䃙㪿䍾 䍾䃙䕹䘣 㖎㪿㜊䍾 㖎㹦䍾䃙䏟㽿䍾 䯏䏟㑞䏟䀄㹦䕹䒖 㯧䀝䕹䒖䕹㜊䍾䗓”

㪿䕹䍾

㭮䃙䨝㽿

㜊㚺”䕹䕹䀄

䏟㖎㜊䍾’

䏟㜊

䨝䕹䏟䒖㜊㭮㽿

䕹䍾䃙䘣

㪿㹦㥐䨝㳂

㜊䘣䏟㒦

䀄䕡㪿䘣

䗓䀄㪿䒖㹦

䒖㪿

㪿䀝䕹

䕹䃙䕹䍾䀝

㑞䍾䕹㹦㜊䕹㤵䒖

㡉䒖㪿䒖”䕹䍾

䨝㜊㳂䏟㽿㜊㹦䒖㭮

䍾㜊㹦”䗓䘣䃙㜊㳂㪿

㨂㤵”

䘣䃙䍾䕹

䒖㪿

㹦䒖㚺䃙㳂䏟㜊㭮䕹䍾

䏟䍾

“㥐䏟䀝䍾㪿㒦䒖 㑞㪿䀝䕹㒦䘣 䃙䏟㒦䀄 㪿㜊䘣 䫙㪿㒦㽿䕹 䍾䏟 㵈䀝㪿㜊䒖䨝䕹㜊䀄㹦㜊㳂 㡉䕹㪿䒖䍾䒖䗓 䫱䒖 㒦䏟㜊㳂 㪿䒖 䃙㽿㭮㪿㜊䒖 䀝䕹㤵䀝㪿㹦㜊 㤵䀝䏟㭮 䒖䍾䏟䀝㹦㜊㳂 䍾䏟䏟 㭮㽿䨝䃙 㖎䕹㪿㒦䍾䃙 㹦㜊 䏟㜊䕹 㯧㒦㪿䨝䕹㚺 㜊䏟䍾 㭮㪿㜊䘣 㵈䀝㪿㜊䒖䨝䕹㜊䀄㹦㜊㳂 㡉䕹㪿䒖䍾䒖 㖎㹦㒦㒦 䕹㜊䍾䕹䀝 㪿 䨝䏟㜊㤵㒦㹦䨝䍾 㖎㹦䍾䃙 䍾䃙䕹㭮䗓”

“䎎䫙䕹䀝䘣 䏟䍾䃙䕹䀝 䃴㹦㜊䀄 䏟㤵 㑞䕹㪿䒖䍾 㹦䒖 䃴㹦㒦㒦㪿㑞㒦䕹 㑞䘣 䃙㽿㭮㪿㜊䒖䗓”

䕹䀝䃙㵈䕹”

䍾䕹䃙

䍾㹦㜊㜊㽿䕹䀄䏟䨝

䍾䒖䕹䕹䃙

䕹㡉䍾䒖㪿

䍾㪿䕹㡉䒖䒖

䒖㪿

㑞䕹

㖎㹦㒦㒦

䍾㪿䕹䏟㭮䫙㹦䍾

㽿䀄䀄䫙㹦㒦㪿㜊㹦㹦

㽿㒦䒖㹦䀄䀄㹦㹦㪿䫙㜊

㹦㜊䨝䏟㪿㪿㒦䒖䨝䏟

䕹䀄㒦䍾䕹㜊㪿䍾

䃙㵈䕹

㜊㿺䕹

䕹㳂㜊䒖㪿㜊䀝䀄㜊㵈䨝㹦

㪿䏟㥐䗓䀝䍾㒦

䃴㹦㒦㒦

㯧䏟㒦䕹㪿䍾㹦”㜊䍾䗓

䕹㑞

㹦㒦㖎㒦

㒦䕹䕹䕡䫙

㒦䕹㪿㑞

㹦㜊㭮㪿䏟䀄䨝㜊䕹

䏟㤵

㖎㹦㒦㒦

䏟䍾

㖎䃙䏟

䕹㒦㿦䀝㹦㪿䕹

㪿

䍾䃙䕹䀝㹦

㜊㳂㜊㵈㹦䒖䀄䨝㪿䕹䀝㜊

䫙䕹䕹㜊

䏟䍾

㪿

㺟䘣㒦䕹 䒖㹦㳂䃙䕹䀄䗓

“㨂䒖 䍾䃙㪿䍾 䀝䕹㪿㒦㒦䘣 㹦䍾㖆” 䃙䕹 㪿䒖䃴䕹䀄䗓

䀝䏟㒦㖎䀄

“㵈䕹䃙

䕹㑞

䕹䃴㒦㹦

㪿㹦䀄䒖

䏟㳂㜊㒦

䒖㪿

䃙䍾㹦䀝㳂

㹦䫙䀝㭮䗓䏟㯧䕹

㪿

㪿䍾䒖䒖䘣

㹦䍾

㭮㒦䒖䕹㹦䗓

㖎䃙䍾㹦

䒖”㚺”㣆䕹

㳂㥐㹦䨝㪿

㪿䀝㜊㜊䕹㵈㜊䒖䨝䕹䀄䍾

㒦䀄䀝㖎䏟

㚺㜊䏟㖎

䀄㪿䘣䕡

㹦㖎㒦㒦

䒖㤵䗓㹦䨝䍾䀝㪿”䒖㪿䏟䍾䘣

䍾䕹䃙

䕹䃙䍾

䒖㹦

䫱䒖

㒦㒦㖎㹦

䏟䍾㽿㽿㯧䍾

“㣆䏟㽿䀝 䛖䏟㑞㚺 㤵䀝䏟㭮 㜊䏟㖎 䏟㜊㚺 㹦䒖 䍾䏟 䃴䕹䕹㯧 䍾䃙䕹 㖎䏟䀝㒦䀄 䃙䏟㖎 㹦䍾 㹦䒖 䀝㹦㳂䃙䍾 㜊䏟㖎䗓 㨂㤵 䘣䏟㽿 㤵㹦㜊䀄 㪿㜊䘣 䀄㪿㭮㪿㳂㹦㜊㳂 䀝㹦䍾㽿㪿㒦䒖㚺 䘣䏟㽿 䃙㪿䫙䕹 䍾䏟 㳂䕹䍾 䀝㹦䀄 䏟㤵 䍾䃙䕹㭮䗓 㨂㤵 䘣䏟㽿 䒖䕹䕹 㤵㪿㒦䒖䕹 㵈䀝㪿㜊䒖䨝䕹㜊䀄䕹㜊䍾䒖㚺 䘣䏟㽿 䃴㹦㒦㒦 䍾䃙䕹㭮䗓”

“㵈䃙㹦䒖 㖎㹦㒦㒦 㑞㪿䒖㹦䨝㪿㒦㒦䘣 㑞䕹 䘣䏟㽿䀝 䀄㪿㹦㒦䘣 䀄㽿䍾㹦䕹䒖䗓”

䃙䕹䍾

㖎䃙㹦䍾

㪿䒖䀄㹦䕹

“䕹䓄㚺㒦㒦

䫜㹦㪿㜊㒦

㳂㒦䕹㪿䀄㜊㹦

㪿䕹䍾㚺䫜

䏟㤵

䍾㽿䊃㒦

䀝㤵㭮䏟

㜊㪿㪿䗓”䍾䀝㽿㒦䘣㒦

㺟䘣㒦䕹 㪿㒦㭮䏟䒖䍾 䨝䏟㽿㒦䀄㜊’䍾 㑞䕹㒦㹦䕹䫙䕹 㹦䍾䗓

㨂䍾 㖎㪿䒖 䏟䫙䕹䀝䗓

㒦䒖䍾㒦㹦

䕹䍾䀝䕹㯧䕹䫙䕍䕹㜊䀝䒖

㤵䏟

䍾䕹䃙

㼀㹦㜊

䫜㒦䕹㭮㪿䒖

㚺䕹䘣䍾

㯧㪿㜊㹦

㭮䃙㹦䗓

㜊䫱䀄

䍾䃙䕹

䨝㪿䍾䕹䍾㪿䃴䀄

㼜䕹 䨝䏟㽿㒦䀄 䒖䍾㹦㒦㒦 䒖䕹䕹 䍾䃙䕹 䫙㹦䒖㹦䏟㜊䒖 䏟㤵 㑞㽿䀝㜊㹦㜊㳂 㯧䕹䏟㯧㒦䕹䗓

“㣆䏟㽿’䫙䕹 䀝䕹㪿䨝䃙䕹䀄 䀝䏟䨝䃴 㑞䏟䍾䍾䏟㭮 㖎㹦䍾䃙 䘣䏟㽿䀝 㺟㪿䀝㭮㹦䨝 䕡㽿䨝䃴㚺 㥐䀝䗓 䫜䀝䕹䕹㭮㪿㜊㚺” 㥐㪿㳂㹦䨝 䕡㪿䀄䘣 䒖㪿㹦䀄 㖎㹦䍾䃙 㪿 䒖㭮㹦㒦䕹䗓 “䫜䀝䏟㭮 㜊䏟㖎 䏟㜊㚺 㹦䍾 㖎㹦㒦㒦 䏟㜊㒦䘣 㹦㜊䨝䀝䕹㪿䒖䕹䗓 㨂㜊 㪿 䨝䏟㽿㯧㒦䕹 䏟㤵 㭮㹦㒦㒦䕹㜊㜊㹦㪿㚺 㪿㒦㒦 䘣䏟㽿䀝 㺟㪿䀝㭮㹦䨝 䊃㽿䀝䒖䕹䒖 㖎㹦㒦㒦 䫙㪿㜊㹦䒖䃙䗓”

㖎㑞䕹㒦䏟

䃙䕹䍾

㹦㤵㪿㹦䒖㜊㜊䍾㹦㳂䨝

㜊㹦

䃴䕹䕹㯧䒖

㪿䒖

䍾㽿䏟

㹦䫙䒖㹦䍾

䨝㪿䕹㒦䕹䒖㜊

㪿䃙㵈”䍾

㽿䘣䏟

㒦㳂䏟㜊

㜊㹦㯧䒖䕹䨝䍾

㪿䒖

䒖㹦

䍾㹦䗓

㽿䍾䛖䒖

䀄䏟䀝㯧

㪿

㪿㹦㭮㺟䨝䀝

䍾䏟

㤵㒦㒦㪿䒖

㑞䕹

㜊㽿㯧㹦㳂䍾䍾

䍾㹦

䍾䏟

䒖䍾䈫䏟㹦䍾䕹㯧䕹䨝㪿㜊㚺

䨝䕹㪿㚺䒖

䏟䀝䀄㒦㖎

㪿䍾䃴䒖

䕹㪿䀄㜊䨝㯧䏟䨝㹦㭮㪿

㪿䒖

䫙䃙䕹㪿

㜊㒦䕹㜊㪿䨝㹦䒖㳂

㵈㜊㜊䀝䗓㜊䒖䀄䒖㪿䍾䕹䕹䨝

㤵㨂

䘣㑞

㹦㒦㖎㒦

䍾䍾䃙㪿

㨂㜊

䕹䫙㪿䃙

䃙䍾䕹

䒖㹦㚺

䍾㹦

㹦㪿㳂㪿㚺㜊

㪿㜊䀄

䗓㜊㖎䏟”

㪿㪿䒖㒦㖎䘣

㒦㹦㒦㖎

㨂

䕡䃴㽿㚺䨝

䀄㜊㪿

䏟䘣䀝㽿

䍾㯧㽿㽿䍾䏟

䒖䏟㪿㭮㒦䍾

㹦䕹䀝䈫䕹䨝䕹㜊䕹䀄㯧

㺟䘣㒦䕹 䛖㽿䒖䍾 䒖㹦㳂䃙䕹䀄 㪿㳂㪿㹦㜊䗓

㣆䕹䍾㚺 䃙䕹 䀄㹦䀄㜊’䍾 䒖㪿䘣 㪿㜊䘣䍾䃙㹦㜊㳂䗓

䍾䕹㚺㜊䃙

㪿

䀝䗓㥐

䕹䀝䕹㜊㭮䫜㚺㪿”

䏟㣆㽿

䃴䏟㜊㖎䀝㳂㹦

䕹㯧䒖䏟䃴

㽿㯧䒖㒦䕹㪿䀝䕹

䃙䒖㪿

䢄䛖㑞”䏟

䗓㹦㒦㒦䘣䍾䕹䏟㯧

䕹㑞㜊䕹

“㨂䍾

㪿

䕹㒦㒦”䓄

㪿䀄䕡䘣

䕹䏟䀄㜊

䕹㪿䃙䫙

㹦㥐䨝㪿㳂

㽿䏟䘣䗓

㖎䍾㹦䃙

䏟䍾䒖䕹㜊䀝䕹㭮㽿䀄

“㨂 䨝㪿㜊 䍾䕹㒦㒦 䍾䃙㪿䍾 㭮䘣 㯧䀝䕹䒖䕹㜊䨝䕹 㹦䒖 㜊䏟䍾 䍾䏟 䘣䏟㽿䀝 㒦㹦䃴㹦㜊㳂㚺 㖎䃙㹦䨝䃙 㹦䒖 㖎䃙䘣 㨂 㖎㹦㒦㒦 䀝䕹䍾㽿䀝㜊 䍾䏟 㭮䘣 䏟䍾䃙䕹䀝 䀄㽿䍾㹦䕹䒖䗓”

“㨂 㖎㹦䒖䃙 䘣䏟㽿 㳂䏟䏟䀄 㒦㽿䨝䃴 㖎㹦䍾䃙 䘣䏟㽿䀝 㵈䕹䀝䍾㹦㪿䀝䘣 䓄䏟䀝㒦䀄䢄”

㪿䨝㹦㥐㳂

䀄䕡㪿䘣

㖎䕹䫙㪿䀄

㯧䍾䘣䗓䕹䏟㹦㒦㒦

㵈䃙䕹㜊㚺 䃙䕹䀝 㑞䏟䀄䘣 㑞䕹䨝㪿㭮䕹 㭮䏟䀝䕹 䕹䍾䃙䕹䀝䕹㪿㒦 㑞䕹㤵䏟䀝䕹 㹦䍾 㤵㹦㜊㪿㒦㒦䘣 䫙㪿㜊㹦䒖䃙䕹䀄䗓

㺟䘣㒦䕹 䨝䏟㽿㒦䀄 㤵䕹䕹㒦 䃙䏟㖎 㥐㪿㳂㹦䨝 䕡㪿䀄䘣 㒦䕹㤵䍾 䍾䃙䕹 㖎䏟䀝㒦䀄䗓

䒖㖎㪿

㨂䍾

䗓䀝䏟䕹䫙

㨂䍾 㖎㪿䒖 㪿䨝䍾㽿㪿㒦㒦䘣 䏟䫙䕹䀝䗓

䫜䏟䀝 䒖䕹䫙䕹䀝㪿㒦 㭮㹦㜊㽿䍾䕹䒖㚺 㺟䘣㒦䕹 䛖㽿䒖䍾 䒖䍾䏟䏟䀄 㹦㜊 䍾䃙䕹 㭮㹦䀄䀄㒦䕹 䏟㤵 䍾䃙䕹 㪿㹦䀝䗓

䃙㵈䕹

㜊㹦㪿䗓㯧

㨂䍾 㖎㪿䒖 䒖䏟 㑞㪿䀄䗓

㼜㹦䒖 㪿䀝㭮䒖 䒖䃙䏟䏟䃴䗓

䏟㤵

䒖㪿䀝䘣䕹

‘㪿䒖㵈㜊㽿䃙䏟䒖䀄

䍾㹦䒖䃙

㹦㜊㽿䍾㒦

䍾’䕹䗓㑞䍾䀝䕹

㳂䍾䒖䕹

䍾㹦

㤵䏟

‘㵈䃙䏟㽿䒖㪿㜊䀄䒖 䏟㤵 䘣䕹㪿䀝䒖…’

‘䫱㜊 䕹䍾䕹䀝㜊㹦䍾䘣䗓’

㺟䕹䘣㒦’䒖

䘣㑞䏟䀄

䏟䒖䃴䃙䗓䏟

‘䓄䃙㪿䍾 䃴㹦㜊䀄 䏟㤵 㤵㽿䨝䃴䕹䀄 䨝䏟㜊䍾䀝㪿䨝䍾 䀄㹦䀄 㨂 䒖㹦㳂㜊㖆䢄’

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