The First Legendary Beast Master - Chapter 1446

Capítulo 1446: Strange Guests

When they got to the Mayor’s house, the garden was set up for a party, and the doors were open to welcome them into the main ballroom directly from the entrance.

The dragons were in party mode, and the mood shifted as quickly as the band could start a new song.

Then, more Nobles from the city began to arrive, having gotten word of the event and hastily prepared to come meet with the Nobles from the Capital.

It was an excellent time to build alliances, and that left Karl and Dana to mostly just mind their business and answer a few questions about the Darklight Host and their crafting capabilities.

The fact that they had a Mythic Rank blue dragon among their crafting team surprised very few.

The Guild was much more famous here than most other places, as Gathuzan was directly across the straits from Cyhosasa, and the dragon were long-lived.

Most of them had flown over the Supreme Lady’s territory on their way to Kopji or Nazilbar, which were both largely dragon populated nations.

“Guild Leader, did the Prince not come with you today? I had heard that he was in town?” One of the younger dragons asked, excitement in her eyes that told Dana her interest in his interest was very personal.

“Unfortunately, he had some business to take care of tonight, so he had to retire early. I’m afraid that our plans to continue to hunt leftover monsters from the invasion has generated extra paperwork for him.” Karl explained.

The girl nodded dejectedly, then realized that this might still be an opportunity.

“Will he be returning to join your journey?”

With the attempt on the Prince’s life, Karl wasn’t sure if he should answer that honestly. But Rae did still owe that assassin for escaping from her.

“Yes, I believe that he will be staying with us as we cross the country.”

She was about to speak when Karl crushed her dreams. “However, the group is all Mythic Rank combatants, with a few Totem Rank assistants. With everyone flying in to attack, we’re not bringing any support staff.

Well, none below Totem Rank, as we have some senior cooking staff with us.”

Totem Ranked cooks were a relatively normal thing among the dragons. They might be from a lesser dragon species, or they might just be obsessed with their craft. So, they would grow old and powerful, but keep a humble profession.

Dragons slowly flooded into the gardens of the Mayor’s house, and staff came around to serve a standing meal, which Karl found curious.

He had thought it would be snacks, like most parties, but they brought out small entrées, bowls of soup, and other hearty options along with the sweets, pastries and savoury snacks.

It was a curious thing, but far less stressful for the staff than trying to make a full sit down meal for so many distinguished guests on short notice.

Other than the unfortunate soul that had to plate so many dishes.

Karl idly scanned the crowd as he chatted, and noticed a few who seemed out of place.

They were dressed as well as any of the other Nobles, but nobody was really speaking to them, even when they were standing in a group, and their attention was on the Palace Guard members more than the Nobles.

It was as if they were visitors from the Capital and didn’t know anyone here, but they weren’t Mythic Ranked, so they hadn’t been at the battle with Karl’s group.

However, they weren’t being kicked out or snubbed, so they should be somewhat important, just not from Gathunbu.

Karl wasn’t the only one that noticed their presence, but the Palace Guards weren’t going to take action when they knew that the Prince was already somewhere safe.

Instead, they acted as if they were sent to keep an eye on Karl, which would be a perfectly normal thing to do if he was a guest of the Crown.

[They’re definitely sending System messages to someone. They keep blanking out.] Rae noted eagerly a few minutes after Karl had noticed the oddity.

[They could be informants from the family of some of the Elder Dragons. I suppose that’s normal enough given the items we sold today. But I’m thinking what you’re thinking.]

[That they are here to verify the condition of the Prince.] Rae agreed.

And now that he was missing, safely tucked away in the Tiny World, nobody could confirm whether he was injured in the attack or not.

In hushed corners of the party, the same questions were being asked.

“How did the Prince look this afternoon while everyone was shopping?”

“Did anyone see where he went?”

“Who was with him the last time you saw him?”

“What did he buy from the Darklight Host.”

Individually, every one of those questions was perfectly reasonable, and followed a lot of the conversations. After all, everyone had new items to show off, and they were happy to talk about them.

It was who was asking and the fact that they were so repeatedly focused on the Prince, but never twice in the same person’s immediate vicinity, that caught Karl and the Palace Guard’s attention.

Whoever had sent them had picked poor associates.

Either that, or they were all sent by different people, and only the abundance of them made it so suspicious.

Karl stopped a server and collected small bowls of soup for everyone around him, then led them to seats near a hedgerow.

“I must say, the dragons really know how to socialize. This liquor is pretty good, but the idea about being able to just grab your favourite dish multiple times makes dinner much more fun.” He joked.

“Don’t let Lotus know, or she will find a way to have nothing but cake for dinner.” Dana agreed.

“You know, there are forms of low sugar savoury baked goods available as well. We keep them for the younger dragons, mostly. You know how it is, they just got out of school, and they’re on their own for the first time, so they haven’t realized that nobody is looking out for their health yet.” One of the older Shadow Dragons joked.

“The great horizontal growth spurt of their first appointment.”

䆯㬰䚗

㽫䳟䭰

䭰㵝䭰䭰㬰㖯㩁䭇

䚗㬰䆯

㽔㭗䭰㽫㩘㽔

䳟㩁䭰㑝㞒

䠼㽔

㽫㭗䭰

擄

蘆

䗇䭰㽔䭰

㽐㶂

䭰㭗㽫

䚗㿙㭗㬰䭰

㽫䭰㭗

㽫䳟䭰

䭰䚗㭗䳟䆯㶂㬰

䭰䪂㬰䗇䚗䆯㬰

㶂㽔䳟

䆯䚗㬰

㑝䳟䭰㩁

㽫䭰㽫䭰㽔㶱䗇䆯

櫓

㶂㽫䭰㑝

擄

㽔㬰㶱㽔㩘䭰㽫

䳟㩁㩘㽔㵝

䢿䚗㩁㵝㖯

㽫㩁

䪂䗇㖯䭰㬰㽫

㽫䳟䭰

㬜㽫

盧

㽫㩁

䚗㵝㽫㖯䪂

䭰㑝㽫㶂

盧

㩁㽐

㬰㶂

㭗㽫䭰㽔㩘㽔

㬰㩁

㶱䭇䆯䭰䥟䚗㬰䚗

㽫㶂

䆯䭰㬰䆯䭰

㶂㭗㵝㩁㞒㬰㑝㬰

㶂䭰㑝㽫

䳟㽫㵝䭰䭰

㶂㬰

㩁䭇䭰㽫㵝㬰㶂㭗䳟

䚗㭗䭰䭇

㵝㽐㽫䚗䭰

櫓

老

㽫㩁

㔲㩁㦸㵝

䳟㽫䭰

䭰䭇䚗㭗

“㿩㩘㶂䗇䆯䍞䭰䚗䆯䭰㵝䘪䚗㵝䗇㶱” 㽫䳟䭰䢿䚗㖯㩁㵝䥟䚗䗇䗇䭰䆯䚗㽔㽫䳟䭰㖯㽔㽫䭰䪂䪂䭰䆯㶂㬰㽔㶂䆯䭰㞒 “㬜㽔㽫䳟䭰㵝䭰䚗䪂䚗㵝㽫㶂䥟㩘䗇䚗㵝㵝䭰䚗㽔㩁㬰㽫䳟䚗㽫㖯㩁㩘㵝㭗㵝㩁㩘䪂䥟䳟㩁㽔䭰㽫㩁䥟㩁㑝䭰䳟䭰㵝䭰㬰㩁㔲䑻䩕㩁㩁㽐㽐䭰㬰䥟䭰㶱㿙㩘㽫㖯㩁㩘’㵝䭰䚗䗇㩁㬰㭗㔲䚗㖯㽐㵝㩁㑝䳟㩁㑝䭰㶱䚗㬰䆯㽫䳟㶂㽔㶂㽔㬰㩁㽫㩁㬰䭰㩁㽐㽫䳟䭰㔲䭰䚗㦸䭰㵝䥟㩁㩘㬰㽫㵝㶂䭰㽔㽫䳟䚗㽫㑝㶂㭗䳟㽫䳟䚗䭇䭰㶂㽔㽔㩘䭰㽔㔲㶂㽫䳟㽫䳟䭰䗇䭰㽐㽫㩁䭇䭰㵝㑝㩁㬰㽔㽫䭰㵝㽔㞒”

䘪䚗㵝䗇㬰㩁䆯䆯䭰䆯㞒 “㬜㬰䆯䭰䭰䆯㶱㶂㽫㶂㽔㬰㩁㽫㵝䚗㬰䆯㩁㑝䗇㩘䥟㦸㽫䳟䚗㽫㿙㵝㩁㩘㭗䳟㽫㩘㽔䳟䭰㵝䭰㞒

䭰㬰㔲

㩁㵝㽐

䚗䭰㵝

䗇䚗㦸㵝䥞㶂㭗䳟㽫

㶂㬰㽔㩘䥟㩁㭗㽫

㽔䒔㞒㩁㩘䭰㽔

䗇䗇䚗

㔲䭰

㿩䆯㩘㶂䗇

䭰㯀

䚗㖯䥟㩘䗇㽫䚗䗇

㶂㽫㿙

䚗㬰䆯

㽫䳟䭰

㶱㽔䭰䭰

䭰䭇䳟䚗

㩁䳟䪂㭗㶂㬰

㽫㽔㩁䒔

㬰㶂

㬰䥟㶂㬰㽐䗇㩘䭰䭰

㶂㩁㽫䚗㶱㽔䥟㬰㩁䗇

㽫䳟䭰

䭰䚗䪂䆯㵝㽔

㩘㩁㽫

䳟䭰㵝䭰㽫

㽐㩁

䚗䗇㩁㩁㽫㶂㬰㽔䥟

㩁䰵㩘

㽫䭰䳟

㬰㽫㵝䭰䥟㵝䗇㖯㩘

䭰㵝䭰㔲

㔲䭰

㽫㽔䭰䭰䚗㵝㬰

㩁㽫

㶂㽔㶱䗇㽔䭰

㞒㩘㽐㵝䭰㽫䳟㵝

㓝㩁㑝䭰㩁㽐㩁㩘㵝㑝䭰㑝㿙䭰㵝㽔㔲㶂䗇䗇㿙䭰㑝㩁䭇㶂㬰㭗㽫㩁䤂㖯䳟㩁㽔䚗㽔䚗㶱㽫㩁㽐㶂䗇䗇㶂㬰㔲䳟㶂䗇䭰㽫䳟䭰㓝㩘䪂㵝䭰㑝䭰䍞䚗䆯㖯㶂㽔㿙㩘㽔㖯㶱㿙㩘㽫㩁㩘㵝䥟㵝䚗㽐㽫㶂㬰㭗䳟䚗䗇䗇㽔䚗㵝䭰䥟㵝㩁㔲䆯䭰䆯㶱㩁㩘㵝㑝䭰㑝㿙䭰㵝㽔䳟㶂䪂㵝㩁㽔㽫䭰㵝㶂㽔㭗䭰㽫㽫㶂㬰㭗㽐㩘䗇䗇㶱䚗㬰䆯㶂㽫㶂㽔㶂㬰䥟㩁㬰䭇䭰㬰㶂䭰㬰㽫㽐㩁㵝䥟㩘㽔㽫㩁㑝䭰㵝㽔㩁㬰㽫䳟䭰㩁㽫䳟䭰㵝㶂㽔䗇䚗㬰䆯㽔㽫㩁䪂㩘㵝䥟䳟䚗㽔䭰㔲䳟䚗㽫㽫䳟䭰㖯㬰䭰䭰䆯㞒

㯀䭰䳟䚗䭇䭰䭰㑝䪂䗇㩁㖯䭰䆯㽔㦸㶂䗇䗇䭰䆯䪂㵝㩁㽐䭰㽔㽔㶂㩁㬰䚗䗇㽔㶂㬰㬰䭰䚗㵝䗇㖯䭰䭇䭰㵝㖯㑝䚗䞐㩁㵝㽫㵝䚗䆯䭰㶱㖯㩁㩘㽔䭰䭰㞒㯀䭰’䭇䭰䭰䭇䭰㬰䳟㶂㵝䭰䆯㽔䪂㶂䆯䭰㵝㽔㔲䳟㩁㽔䪂䭰䥟㶂䚗䗇㶂㨽䭰㶂㬰㽔㶂䗇㦸䪂㵝㩁䆯㩘䥟㽫㶂㩁㬰㽫㩁䥟㵝䭰䚗㽫䭰㵝䭰㽫䚗㶂䗇㭗㵝䚗䆯䭰䪂㵝㩁䆯㩘䥟㽫㽔㶱㔲䳟㶂䗇䭰䍞䚗䆯㖯㤌䚗䭰㽐㩁䥟㩘㽔䭰㽔㩁㬰㽫䳟䭰䳟㶂㭗䳟䭰㵝䭰㬰䆯䥟㩘㽔㽫㩁㑝䪂㶂䭰䥟䭰㽔㞒”

㽫䞐㩘㽔

㩘㽫䚗䗇㶂㖯䐨

䭰㔲䭰㵝

㽫㦸㬰㽔䭰䚗㿙㶂

㖯䭰䳟䆲

㩁㔲㵝㬰㶂㦸㭗

䭰䭰㬰䞐䆯㖯㩁

㩁㽫

䆯㶂㵝㽔䭰䪂

䚗

䳟㽫䭰

㶱㽫㩁䗇䥟䳟

㩁䚗㽔䗇

䭰䆯㽔㽔䪂㵝㶂

㽐䭰㬰㶂

㽐䭰㽔䚗

㩁㽫

㶂䭰䳟䗇㔲

䭰䪂䭰㦸

㶂㔲㽫䳟

䚗䆯䳟

㬰䚗䆯

䚗䥟䗇䪂䭰

䭇䭰㩁䗇㩘㑝㶱

㩁㽫

䳟㽫䭰

䳟䭰㽫

䚗䗇㵝䭰㑝㽔䚗㶂㞒㽫

㽫䭰䳟

㶂㬰㽔䪂

䪂㩘

䳟㔲㶂㽫

䭰䚗䳟䭇

㖯䪂䚗䳟䪂

䭰䳟㑝㽫

㬰䆯䭰䭰䭰䆯

“䠼䳟㶱㽔㩁㶂㽫’㽔䚗㑝䚗㽫㽫䭰㵝㩁㽐㿩㩘㶂䗇䆯䍞㩁㭗㶂㽔㽫㶂䥟㽔㞒䥞㩁㖯㩁㩘㦸㬰㩁㔲㔲䳟䚗㽫㶂㽔㭗㩁㶂㬰㭗㽫㩁䳟䚗䪂䪂䭰㬰㶂㬰䤂㖯䳟㩁㽔䚗㽔䚗䑻㬜䳟䭰䚗㵝䆯㽫䳟䚗㽫㽫䳟䭰㓝㩘䪂㵝䭰㑝䭰䍞䚗䆯㖯䳟䚗㽔䚗䆯䭇䚗㬰䥟䭰䆯㶱䚗㬰䆯㽫䳟䚗㽫㽔䳟䭰㔲㶂䗇䗇㿙䭰㽔䪂䭰㬰䆯㶂㬰㭗䗇䭰㽔㽔㽫㶂㑝䭰㽫䳟䭰㵝䭰㞒”

䒔㶂㽔䐨㩘䭰㽔㽫㶂㩁㬰㽔㩁㩘㬰䆯䭰䆯㽔㩘㽔䪂㶂䥟㶂㩁㩘㽔䗇㖯䚗㑝㿙㶂㽫㶂㩁㩘㽔㽫㩁䘪䚗㵝䗇㶱㿙㩘㽫䳟䭰䥟㩁㩘䗇䆯㬰’㽫㽔䭰䭰䳟㩁㔲㶂㽫㔲㩁㩘䗇䆯䳟䭰䗇䪂䚗㖯㩁㩘㬰㭗䆯㵝䚗㭗㩁㬰㞒

㲙䭰㵝㞒䗇䆯

䳟䚗䣈䭰䪂㵝㽔

䚗㬰

䳟䭰

㶂䚗㬰㽔㦸㭗

㔲䚗㽔

㽐㵝㩁

“㬜㿙䭰䗇㶂䭰䭇䭰㽫䳟䚗㽫㽔䳟䭰㶂㬰㽫䭰㬰䆯䭰䆯㽫㩁䳟䚗䭇䭰㩁㬰䭰㩁㽐䳟䭰㵝㬜㑝㑝㩁㵝㽫䚗䗇㽐㵝㶂䭰㬰䆯㽔䥟㩁㑝䭰㿙䚗䥟㦸䚗㬰䆯㔲䚗㽫䥟䳟㽫䳟㶂㬰㭗㽔㶂㬰䳟䭰㵝䚗㿙㽔䭰㬰䥟䭰㽔㩁㽫䳟䚗㽫㽫䳟䭰㵝䭰㔲䚗㽔㬰’㽫䚗䪂㩁㔲䭰㵝䭇䚗䥟㩘㩘㑝㔲㶂㽫䳟䳟䭰㵝㭗㩁㬰䭰㞒” 䘪䚗㵝䗇㩁㽐㽐䭰㵝䭰䆯㞒

䒔䭰䳟䚗䆯㬰㩁㶂䆯䭰䚗㔲䳟䚗㽫㽔䳟䭰䪂䗇䚗㬰㬰䭰䆯㶱㿙㩘㽫䳟䭰㵝㿙㵝䚗㬰䥟䳟㔲䚗㽔䭇䭰㵝㖯㽔㑝䚗䗇䗇㞒䒔䭰㽔䳟㩁㩘䗇䆯㽫䚗䗇㦸㽫㩁䳟䭰㵝䚗㿙㩁㩘㽫㽫䳟䚗㽫㞒

㵝㽫䚗䭰㽔

㶂㬰

䗇㽫㽔㵝㑝㑝㩁㬜䚗

䗇䚗䗇

㩁㽔㬰㭗䆯䚗㵝

“䗇㩁䑻㔲䆯㵝

䳟㽔䭰

㽫䗇㽔㶂䗇

㽔㬜

䳟㶂㔲㽫

䗇䭰㽐㽫

㽫㩁

㩁㬰

㞒㑝䳟㶂

䭰䭇䳟䚗

㽫䭰䳟

䭰䳟䆲

㩁㽔䪂䭰㽫䪂䆯

㑝䗇㬜㵝㑝㩁㽫䚗

䥟㩁䚗㽫䥟㽫㬰

䗇”䗇䚗䤂

㬰䚗

㶂䑻䆯㽐䭰㬰㵝

䚗㽫

䳟㔲㩁

䘪䚗㵝䗇㬰㩁䆯䆯䭰䆯㞒 “㬜㬰䆯䭰䭰䆯㞒㬜㦸㬰㩁㔲㽫䳟䚗㽫㽔䳟䭰㦸䭰䭰䪂㽔㶂㬰㵝䭰㭗㩘䗇䚗㵝䥟㩁㬰㽫䚗䥟㽫㔲㶂㽫䳟䚗㽫䗇䭰䚗㽔㽫䚗㽐䭰㔲㞒䅎㩘㽫㽫䳟䚗㽫’㽔䗇䚗㵝㭗䭰䗇㖯㽐㩁㵝䪂㵝䚗䥟㽫㶂䥟䚗䗇㵝䭰䚗㽔㩁㬰㽔㶱䚗㽔䚗㽫䳟䭰㵝䪂㩁㔲䭰㵝䗇䭰䭇䭰䗇㶱㽔䳟䭰䥟䚗㬰㩁㬰䗇㖯㶂㬰㽫䭰㵝䚗䥟㽫㔲㶂㽫䳟㽫䳟䭰㑝㩁㵝㽫䚗䗇㔲㩁㵝䗇䆯㽔㩁㑝㩘䥟䳟㿙䭰㽐㩁㵝䭰㽔䳟䭰㽔㽫䚗㵝㽫㽔㽫㩁䆯䭰㽔㽫䚗㿙㶂䗇㶂㨽䭰㶂㽫㞒”

䆲䳟䭰㩁䗇䆯䭰㵝䆯㵝䚗㭗㩁㬰㽔㬰㩁䆯䆯䭰䆯㞒䆲䳟䭰㖯㦸㬰䭰㔲䳟㩁㔲㽫䳟㶂㬰㭗㽔㔲䭰㵝䭰㶱䚗㬰䆯㽫䳟䚗㽫㽫䳟䭰䪂㩁㔲䭰㵝㩁㽐䚗㓝㩘䪂㵝䭰㑝䭰㤌䚗㬰㦸䭰䆯㿙䭰㶂㬰㭗㔲䚗㽔㬰䭰䭇䭰㵝㑝䭰䚗㬰㽫㽫㩁㿙䭰㑝㩁㵝䭰㽫䳟䚗㬰䚗㬰䚗㬰䥟䳟㩁㵝㽐㩁㵝㽫䳟䭰㔲㩁㵝䗇䆯㞒㓝䳟䭰㔲䚗㽔䚗䗇㵝䭰䚗䆯㖯䚗㽫㽫䳟䭰䗇䭰䭇䭰䗇㔲䳟䭰㵝䭰㽔䳟䭰䥟㩁㩘䗇䆯㵝䭰㽔䳟䚗䪂䭰㽫䳟䭰㔲㩁㵝䗇䆯㽫㩁䳟䭰㵝㔲㶂䗇䗇㶂㽐㽔䳟䭰㔲䚗㬰㽫䭰䆯㞒

䥟䭰䚗㽔㶱

㽔䳟㔲䭰㩁㑝䭰㵝䭰

䗇㶂䚗㞒㽔㬰䆯㽔

䆯㑝㶂䑻”㬰

㬰䚗

㽫㔲䚗㬰

㽔㽫㬰㵝䭰㔲䭰

㔲䳟㖯

㬜”㽐

䭰㽫䳟

䆲䭰䳟

㬰㩁

㽔㶂

䆯䥞㶂

㵝䭰䳟䭰

㽫㽫㩁㽔㩁㩘䪂

㖯㩁㩘

㬜

䚗䥟㬰

䚗䭰㽔㞒䆯㦸

䳟䭰䚗䭇

㽫㩁

㖯㵝㩁䢿䚗

䆯䚗䆯

㽔䭰䭰

䆯䗇㔲㩘㩁

㩘㖯㩁

䚗㽫䳟㽫

䳟䭰㽫

㽫䳟䭰㬰

㬰㶂

“㬜㔲䚗㽔㽫䳟㶂㬰㦸㶂㬰㭗㩁㽐䗇㩁㩁㦸㶂㬰㭗㽔㩁㑝䭰㔲䳟䭰㵝䭰㶂㬰䯴䚗㵝䚗㵝䚗㭗㞒䆲䳟䭰䥞㔲䚗㵝䭇䭰㽔䚗㵝䭰䪂䚗㵝㽫㶂䥟㩘䗇䚗㵝䗇㖯㔲䭰䗇䗇㽔㩘㶂㽫䭰䆯㽫㩁㤌㩘㬰䭰䥟㵝䚗㽐㽫㶂㬰㭗㶱䚗㬰䆯㽫䳟䚗㽫㶂㽔㽫䳟䭰䥟㩁㵝䭰㽔㦸㶂䗇䗇㩁㽐䭰䐨㩘㶂䪂㑝䭰㬰㽫㑝䚗㦸㶂㬰㭗㞒” 䘪䚗㵝䗇㵝䭰䪂䗇㶂䭰䆯㔲㶂㽫䳟䚗㽔䳟㵝㩘㭗㞒

䆲䳟䭰䢿䚗㖯㩁㵝㽔㶂㭗䳟䭰䆯㞒 “䆲䳟䭰䆯㔲䚗㵝䭇䭰㽔㭗䭰㽫䚗䗇䗇㽫䳟䭰㭗㩁㩁䆯㽫䳟㶂㬰㭗㽔㞒”

䚗㬰㑝㖯

㽫䳟䭰

䆯䳟䚗

㩘䗇䳟䆯㽔㩁

㩁䰵㩘

䭰㔲㬰

䆯㭗㩁㩁

㶂㬰䭰䥟㽔

䭰䳟㽫

㦸㩁㽔㿙㩁

㯀䭰

䳟䭰䭇䚗

䚗䥞㬰䚗

䗇䗇䚗

䥞㭗㽫䚗㶂㦸䳟䗇㵝

䭰㽫䳟

㵝㬰䆯㭗䚗㩁㽔

㩁䥞䆯䳟㵝

䆯㑝䗇㶂㽔䭰

㦸㽔䗇㶂䗇

䩕”㩁㽫

䭰㽫䳟

䥟㦸䗇㩘

㽫䚗

㔲䳟㩁

䭰㩘䗇㿙

䳟㞒㶂㑝

㽔㞒㬰䳟㽫㶂㭗

㔲䭰

䚗䭰㬰㭗㬰䗇㵝㶂

㽫㩁㽔䒔

䆯㬰䭰㩁䪂䭰

䳟䭰䭇䚗

㽔䭰䭰

㭗㶂䭰䭇㬰

㬰䅎䳟䥟㵝䚗㞒

㔲㶂䳟㽫

“㽔䗇㶂㦸㞒㽔䗇

䥟㩁䪂㽔㶂㶂㽔㬜㵝㬰㶂㬰㽔㽫㽫

䗇䥟㽫䭰㩁㬰㶂䪂䲃䚗䭰

䆲䳟䭰䢿䚗㖯㩁㵝䥟䳟㩘䥟㦸䗇䭰䆯㞒 “䠼䳟㶱㽫䳟䭰㵝䭰㶂㽔㽫䳟䚗㽫㞒䆲䳟䭰㿙䗇㩘䭰䆯㵝䚗㭗㩁㬰㽔䳟䚗䭇䭰㿙䭰䭰㬰㽫䚗䗇㦸㶂㬰㭗䚗㿙㩁㩘㽫㖯㩁㩘㵝㿩㩘㶂䗇䆯㽐㩁㵝㑝㩁㽔㽫㩁㽐㽫䳟䭰䗇䚗㽔㽫㖯䭰䚗㵝㞒䆲䳟䭰㖯’㵝䭰䚗䗇䗇䭰䲃䥟㶂㽫䭰䆯㽫㩁㭗䭰㽫㽫㩁䚗䆯䆯㽫䳟䭰㬰䭰㔲㿙㩁㩁㦸㽔㽫㩁㽫䳟䭰㶂㵝䍞㶂㿙㵝䚗㵝㖯㞒

㬜䳟䭰䚗㵝䆯㽔㩁㑝䭰㽫䳟㶂㬰㭗䚗㿙㩁㩘㽫 ‘䆯䭰䥟䭰㬰㽫㵝䚗䗇㶂㨽䭰䆯㦸㬰㩁㔲䗇䭰䆯㭗䭰’ 㽔㩁㽫䳟䚗㽫䚗㽫㵝䚗㭗䭰䆯㖯䆯㩁䭰㽔㬰’㽫㔲㶂䪂䭰㩁㩘㽫䚗㽔㑝㩘䥟䳟䳟㶂㽔㽫㩁㵝㖯䚗㽔㶂㽫䆯㶂䆯䆯㩘㵝㶂㬰㭗㽫䳟䭰䗇䚗㽔㽫䆯㩁㔲㬰㽫㩘㵝㬰㞒㬜䆯㩁㬰’㽫㦸㬰㩁㔲㶂㽐㽫䳟䚗㽫㔲㶂䗇䗇䚗䥟㽫㩘䚗䗇䗇㖯㔲㩁㵝㦸㶱㿙㩘㽫㶂㽫㶂㽔䚗䗇䗇㽫䳟䭰㖯䥟䚗㬰㽫䳟㶂㬰㦸䚗㿙㩁㩘㽫㞒”

㽔䭇㩘䭇䭰㶂㵝

㲙䭇”㬰䭰

㬰㔲䭰㶱㭗㦸㩁䗇䭰䆯

䚗㬰㶂㽫㽫㞒䥟

䭰㽫䳟

㽫㖯䳟䭰

䳟㽫䭰

㵝䳟䆯㭗㽔㭗㞒䭰㩘

㩘㩁㽫

䳟㽫䭰

㬰㩘㩁䳟䭰㭗

㽫㶂

㽔’䆯㽫䭰㬰㩁

㵝㔲㩘㽫䆯㬰㬰㩁

㩁㽐㵝

䚗㽫㽫㑝䭰㵝

㿙㩁㽔㩁㦸㞒

䗇㽔㽔㦸㶂䗇

㽐㶂

㽫㩁

㩁㬰㑝㑝䥟㩁

䪂㩘㵝㩁䗇㽐䭰㔲

㶂㬰

䚗䭇䭰䳟

㩁㽔㦸㩁㿙

䚗㭗㑝㶂䥟

䳟䆲䭰

㵝䆯䚗㽔䪂䭰

㽔䗇㦸䗇㶂

䚗䗇䘪㵝

䆯’㩁㬰㽫

㲙䭇䭰㬰㽫㩘䚗䗇䗇㖯㶱㽫䳟䭰㖯㽐䚗䆯䭰㞒䠼㬰䆯㩁㬰䥟䭰㽫䳟䭰㖯䆯㩁㶱㽫䳟䭰㽔㦸㶂䗇䗇㶂㽔䗇㩁㽔㽫㶂㬰䚗㬰㖯㑝䭰䚗㬰㶂㬰㭗㽐㩘䗇㔲䚗㖯㩘㬰㽫㶂䗇㽔㩁㑝䭰㩁㬰䭰㔲㶂㽫䳟㽫䳟䭰㬜㬰㽔䥟㵝㶂䪂㽫㶂㩁㬰㽔㦸㶂䗇䗇䚗㬰䆯䚗㬰䚗䥟㽫㶂䭇䭰㓝㖯㽔㽫䭰㑝䚗䪂䪂䭰䚗㵝㽔䚗㭗䚗㶂㬰㞒䅎㩘㽫㽫䳟䭰㓝㖯㽔㽫䭰㑝㭗㩁䭰㽔㬰䭰䚗㵝䗇㖯䥟㩁㑝䪂䗇䭰㽫䭰䗇㖯㩁㽐㽐䗇㶂㬰䭰㶂㬰㿙䭰㽫㔲䭰䭰㬰㵝䭰㽔㩘㵝㭗䭰㬰䥟䭰㽔㞒

㬜䆯㩁㬰’㽫㽫䳟㶂㬰㦸㶂㽫㔲䚗㽔㩁㵝㶂㭗㶂㬰䚗䗇䗇㖯㽔㩘䪂䪂㩁㽔䭰䆯㽫㩁㿙䭰㽫䳟䚗㽫㔲䚗㖯㶱㿙㩘㽫㽫䳟䚗㽫’㽔䳟㩁㔲㶂㽫䳟䚗㽔㿙䭰䭰㬰㽫䳟䭰䗇䚗㽔㽫㽫㔲㩁㵝䭰㽔㩘㵝㭗䭰㬰䥟䭰㽔㞒”

㩁㖯㩘

䗇㦸㶂䭰

㽫㽫䚗䳟

㽔㖯䚗

㽫㽔䚗㽐䆯䳟㶂㞒㬰”㵝

䰵”㩁㩘

㬰㩁㦸㔲

“䢿㩁㵝䭰㩁㽐䚗㬰䚗䥟䚗䆯䭰㑝㶂䥟㽐㩁㵝㑝㩁㽐㦸㬰㩁㔲䗇䭰䆯㭗䭰㞒㬜’㑝㬰㩁㽫㬰䭰䚗㵝䗇㖯㩁䗇䆯䭰㬰㩁㩘㭗䳟㽫㩁䳟䚗䭇䭰㿙䭰䭰㬰䚗㵝㩁㩘㬰䆯㽐㩁㵝㿙㩁㽫䳟㩁㽐㽫䳟䭰䆯㩁㔲㬰㽫㩘㵝㬰㽔㞒” 䘪䚗㵝䗇䥟㩁㩘㬰㽫䭰㵝䭰䆯㞒

䆲䳟䭰䆯㵝䚗㭗㩁㬰㽔䚗䥟䥟䭰䪂㽫䭰䆯㽫䳟䚗㽫㞒㬜㽐䳟䭰㔲䚗㽔㽐㵝㶂䭰㬰䆯㽔㔲㶂㽫䳟㽫䳟䭰㓝㩘䪂㵝䭰㑝䭰䍞䚗䆯㖯㶱䳟䭰䥟㩁㩘䗇䆯㿙䭰䪂㵝㶂䭇㖯㽫㩁䚗䗇䗇㽔㩁㵝㽫㽔㩁㽐㦸㬰㩁㔲䗇䭰䆯㭗䭰㽫䳟䚗㽫㩁㽫䳟䭰㵝㽔㔲㩁㩘䗇䆯㬰㩁㽫䭰䭇䭰㬰㽫䳟㶂㬰㦸㽫㩁䚗㽔㦸䚗㿙㩁㩘㽫㞒

䳟㽫䭰

䥟㬰䚗

䭰㵝䭰㶂㵝㽫

㖯㵝䢿䚗㩁

䭰䆲”䳟

㬰㶂

㽔㩁

㬰䚗䆯

㽫㩁

㽔㽐㽐䚗㽫

䭰䳟㽫

㽔䭰䭰

㬰㶂㶱㩁㵝㬰㭗㑝

㵝䚗䆯㖯䭰

㶱㬰䚗䥟䭰㩁䆯㬰㩘㬰

㵝㩁㖯㩘

㞒䭰䭇㶂㬰㬰㭗䭰

䆲䳟䭰

㩘㩁㖯

㽫䭰㭗

㬰㽫㭗䳟㬰㩘㶂

㩁㬰

㽐㩁㵝

䗇㶂㔲䗇

㩁㩁㭗䆯

㩘㩁㖯

㶂㽔”㽔㞒㩁㬰㶂㑝

㽐㩁㵝

䭰䭰䭇㩁䭰㵝㖯㬰

㽔䭰㩁㵝㩘

㿙㽫㦸㽐㽔㵝䚗䚗䭰

䚗

䭰㶂㵝㽫䳟

㽫㩁

㽫㽫㵝㽔䚗

㩁㩁㶱㵝㑝㽔

䒔䭰䳟䚗䆯䚗䗇㩁㬰㭗䆯䚗㖯䚗䳟䭰䚗䆯㩁㽐䳟㶂㑝㽫㩁㑝㩁㵝㵝㩁㔲㶱䚗㬰䆯䳟䭰䳟䚗䆯㬰’㽫㿙䭰䭰㬰䪂㵝䭰䪂䚗㵝䭰䆯㽐㩁㵝䳟㶂㽔㭗㵝䚗㬰䆯㽐䚗㽫䳟䭰㵝㽫㩁䭇㩁䗇㩘㬰㽫䭰䭰㵝䳟㶂㽔䳟㩁㩘㽔䭰㽐㩁㵝䚗䪂䚗㵝㽫㖯㞒㲙㽔䪂䭰䥟㶂䚗䗇䗇㖯㔲䳟䭰㬰㽫䳟䭰㩁䗇䆯㑝䚗㬰䆯㶂䆯㬰’㽫䭰䭇䭰㬰䗇㶂䭇䭰㶂㬰㽫䳟䭰䥟㶂㽫㖯㞒

㓝㽫㶂䗇䗇㶱㶂㽫㔲䚗㽔䚗㿙䗇䭰㽔㽔㶂㬰㭗㽫㩁䳟䚗䭇䭰㽫䳟䭰䗇䚗㽔㽫㩁㽐㽫䳟䭰㑝㩁㬰㽔㽫䭰㵝㽔䆯䭰䚗䗇㽫㔲㶂㽫䳟㶱㽔㩁䳟㶂㽔䥟㶂㽫㶂㨽䭰㬰㽔䥟㩁㩘䗇䆯㵝䭰㽫㩘㵝㬰㽫㩁㽫䳟䭰㶂㵝䳟㩁㑝䭰㽔㞒

㩁㖯㵝䚗䢿

㖯㩁㩘”䑻

㶂㓝㵝”㶱

䆲䭰䳟

䚗

䪂㵝䭰䭰㵝㽐

䚗䗇㶂䆯䭰㽔

䭰㬰㩁

㽐㩁

䗇㩁䆯㔲㩘

㑝㩁㶱㵝㩁

㽔㶂

㩁㖯㩘

䭰䳟㽫

䭰䪂㽫䗇㩁㶂㖯䗇

㑝䚗㶂䆯

䭰䳟㽫

䪂䭇䭰䚗㵝㽫㶂

䚗䆯㦸䭰㽔

㶂㽫㔲䳟

䚗㽔

㩁㵝

㞒䗇䭰㽫㽐

“䆲䳟䭰䥞䚗㬰䚗䢿䚗㭗䭰㶂㽔㑝㖯㔲㶂㽐䭰㞒㯀䭰㔲㶂䗇䗇㽔䳟䚗㵝䭰䚗㵝㩁㩁㑝㶱㿙㩘㽫㬜㿙䭰䗇㶂䭰䭇䭰䚗䗇䗇㽫䳟䭰㩁㽫䳟䭰㵝㽔䪂㵝䭰㽔䭰㬰㽫䚗㵝䭰㭗㩁㶂㬰㭗㽫㩁㵝䭰䐨㩘㶂㵝䭰㶂㬰䆯㶂䭇㶂䆯㩘䚗䗇㵝㩁㩁㑝㽔㞒”

䆲䳟䭰㑝䭰㑝㿙䭰㵝㽔㩁㽐䳟㶂㽔㽫䭰䚗㑝㔲䳟㩁㑝㶂㭗䳟㽫㽔䳟䚗㵝䭰㔲䭰㵝䭰䚗䗇㵝䭰䚗䆯㖯㶂㬰㽫䳟䭰䆲㶂㬰㖯㯀㩁㵝䗇䆯㞒

䚗䆯㬰

㔲㶂䳟㽫

㤌䚗䭰

“㽐㬜

䳟㽫䭰

㿙䚗䥟㬰䗇㩁㖯

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