Lord of Mysterious Wizard-Chapter 1281 - 189: The Daughters of the Ancestor God (Part 2)
Capítulo 1281: Chapter 189: The Daughters of the Ancestor God (Part 2)
Tang Qi pondered for a moment, unsure whether he could escape if trapped inside.
With a thought, a segment of dream divine tentacles from the illusion world pierced through obstacles to enter the prison cage.
All-Knowing eyes opened, tentacles instantly entered the depths of the universe, touching a special structure resembling the “All Things Magic Cube.”
Composed of countless unknown silvery-white metallic passages, seemingly able to connect to any corner of the universe.
Inside the passages, the impeccably smooth metallic surface was engraved with runes that held great power, originating from different Divine Systems.
A strange, pale radiance seemed eternally present.
Footsteps echoed!
After an indefinite period, footsteps finally resounded again.
Two figures walked through this passage that could completely accommodate the passage of Ancient Giants.
One was a girl possessing astonishing charm.
She wore almost nothing, her snow-white hair cascading to her ankles, with curved horns on her forehead.
She resembled the Enchanting Demon from ancient lore that only appeared at midnight, yet her charm surpassed even that.
While the other was not human, at least not in form.
It was a black-maned donkey, seemingly infatuated with the girl, persistently using its big head and tongue to approach her alluring body as they walked.
If Principal Eva and others were here, they could immediately recognize the identities of the duo.
The freed female demon Nainarani, along with her husband… Neil Stinson.
The latter, having angered Tang Qi, was subjected to the “Transformation Spell,” which had surprisingly not been lifted yet.
However, Neil Stinson seemed accustomed to his form, sometimes stopping mid-walk, fueled by interest, entangling with Nainarani to engage in discordant activities within this solemn and ancient architecture.
At times, Nainarani would indulge him.
But most often, he witnessed his wife’s familiar seductive smile, followed by the sound that brought both Pain and Joy.
“Snap!”
The queen-like Nainarani wielded the [Sadomasochistic Whip] gifted by Tang Qi, slashing off a large piece of flesh from Neil Stinson.
The passage echoed with plaintive and winding donkey cries.
Within these cries were Neil Stinson’s Pain, as well as evident enjoyment.
Often, while braying, he would start spraying questionable viscous fluid, puddle by puddle, defiling the solemn structure.
Behind them, Tang Qi silently observed the scene, unsure of what to express.
Was the initial feeling correct?
The Sadomasochistic Whip was indeed suitable for the temporary couple Neil Stinson and Nainarani. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺
This pair, contaminating Tang Qi’s vision, walked deeper into the passage.
Before long, an unusual light appeared ahead of them.
Red light!
A terribly fearsome light capable of awakening primal madness from the depths of any soul.
Upon meeting that light, Neil Stinson transformed into a black-maned donkey and immediately leapt up with a piercing cry.
His body quickly expanded and deformed, instantly losing its original form, becoming a dreadfully fierce Hell’s Donkey.
It seemed about to mutate further, possibly exploding and dying.
“Snap!”
The familiar sound of whipping, along with obscure chants uttered by Nainarani, dispelled Neil Stinson’s agony.
However, he seemed to gain some benefit.
Tang Qi witnessed firsthand the “Transformation Spell” he cast on Neil being lifted.
A handsome, young blonde man’s body lay on the cold passage floor.
From wails back to awareness, he quickly realized the joy.
No matter what he uttered, his arm suddenly tightened, leading to rough treatment by his wife.
Neil Stinson was dragged toward that red light.
“Nainarani…”
The husband wailed in rage, but upon lifting his head with difficulty, noticed a never-before-seen strange expression on his wife’s face.
An expression of utmost, eternal Adoration and Love!
Neil Stinson knew such expression his wife would never afford him.
At this moment, he disregarded everything else, jealousy overwhelmed his Mind.
Though it was meaningless, he was nearly powerless to act.
Due to angering Tang Qi, receiving the Transformation Spell, losing half his soul, his strength now not even comparable to his time as part of the [Federation Six New Stars].
And his wife was a bona fide Divine.
“Boom”
A misty red light engulfed Neil Stinson, dragging him with his wife into an ancient ruin.
This place seemed like a boundary-less “mirror”, reflecting the starry sky.
Underneath the mirror, there was only red light.
The scarlet misty radiance enough to destroy all reason penetrated the mirror and continuously surged out, yet it could only extend to the mirror’s edge, unable to break through the confinement of this vast ancient structure.
The dream divine tentacles of the illusion world watched that mirror, fragments bursting forth.
“Divine Attribute Object: Aynia Mirror, a Divine Artifact formed from the eye of an Ancient God. It is almost indestructible and is used to seal the Dominator-level God [Abyss Ancestor God].”
“To break this eternal mirror, the bloodline of dozens of Ancient Gods who participated in the sealing must be gathered, and the concentration of the bloodline must reach a certain threshold.”
“As time passes, this becomes increasingly impossible to achieve.”
“Boom”
“Huff… Huff Huff”
As Tang Qi’s mind flickered with information fragments, suddenly, the red light overflowing the mirror began to change.
In the misty radiance, scenes of indescribably horrifying images, accompanied by terrifying sounds, unexpectedly appeared in the eyes of Nainarani and Neil Stinson.
Throughout the mirror, unspeakable, indescribable scenes unfolded:
Ugly, primitively mad “Weak Gods” of various forms seemed utterly immersed in some state.
Like Nainarani, they were all female, and they all brought gifts.
Some were handsome human youths like Neil Stinson, others were handsome males of other species.
At this moment, regardless of which species they came from, they were treated the same.
They were being “forced”, endlessly forced.
With each occurrence, the belly or some other area of these Ugly Goddesses would swell up and give birth within seconds.
However, as soon as the offspring emerged, they were devoured by the Goddess immediately.
Then, a new round commenced.
…
Neil Stinson’s face was completely frozen, as if his soul had suffered unimaginable impact.
In the illusion world, Tang Qi’s eyes flickered.
The ever-present All-Knowing insight allowed Tang Qi to immediately discern the origins of these ugly Evil Gods.
Each, identical to Nainarani’s identity.
Heirs of the Abyss Ancestor God!
More accurately, they were the daughters of that Ancestor God.
Including Nainarani, their numbers astonishingly reached twenty-four.
“Is this the foundation of the Abyss Divine System?”
“Even with the Ancestor God and a host of Powerful God sealed, they can still gather twenty-four Weak Gods to rescue their father under the guidance of the Destiny Bitch.”
As the thought flickered, Tang Qi’s gaze swept over the crowd of ugly female Weak Gods and finally centered on the middle of the mirror, focusing on an ugly Goddess whose external form resembled an overturned “giant spider”, with a split abdomen, oozing slime, and bearing dozens of arms.
Surrounding her body lay numerous giants, appearing to have fallen into a coma.
On her huge abdomen, a nearly ten-meter-tall emaciated giant was engaged in some rhythmic movement.
With each move, the giant became even more shriveled.
During the process, the giant seemed to experience extreme joy, repeatedly letting out low roars filled with joy.
Surely, if this continued a bit longer, this giant too would fall into a coma.
“That bitch’s aura.”
As Tang Qi uttered this in his heart, the Ugly Goddess seemed to notice Nainarani and Neil Stinson’s arrival.
A huge head with a human face protruded, staring directly at Nainarani, and a piercing but strangely attractive voice resounded on the mirror filled with misty red light.
“You’re late, my dear sister.”
“As father’s most beloved daughter, did you only bring this pitiful Little One? Does he even qualify as a sacrifice?”
“Sisters, did you see?”
“This rescue sacrifice, Nainarani is destined to be the last.”
“How pitiful, you will lose father’s favor.”
“Boom”
The words of the Ugly Goddess seemed to awaken the other female deities immersed in a bizarre state, they simultaneously raised their heads, and the already filthy and foul mirror immediately erupted with an aura that would make one’s soul want to vomit.
ps: Four thousand-word chapter, seeking chapter say.
䋮䭂䵮䵮䆾䵮
櫓
㳭䇦䤷㳭䵮
㠟㾭㫦䆾
㓛䵮䆾㘶㻟㓛䇦㖃
䴿䋮
䋮䤇䵮䤇㫦䁆㳭䴿
擄
盧
㖃㻟䁆
䁆䵮䋮㘶
蘆
㻟㖃䁆
老
盧
㻟㖃䭂䁆
䜌㳭䴿
㳭㖃㠟䴿䈰㠟
䴿䮬㳭
㖃䈰㠟䤷䋮
㳭
䁆䋮䏰
㳭䵮㖃䴿㠟䮬
㖃䤇㓛㖃
擄
䵮㠟䫄䤷㓛䆾
㾭䴿䁆䋮䋮㻟
㳭㓛䴿
䋮䴿
㘶䁆䁆䇦㫦㻟䆾㻟
䵮㖃㓛
㠟㽕䋮㖃
䮬䡌㻟㳭
㘶䆾㠟䇦
䵮㽕㓛㳭
䴿䇦䆾㘶䋮䇁㠟㠟
櫓
䈰䆾
盧
㖃㻟䛞
蘆
䈰䮬㻟㠟䁆䋮
㳭
䛞㻟䆾㘶㖃 䇦㫦㠟䮬 㫦䆾㓛㓛㖃㘶㘶㖃㘶 䋮䴿㓛䇦㠟㫦㖃㓛 䁆㻟㖃䭂㘶㖃㠟䭾㖃㘶 㾭㳭䴿䁆䆾䴿㠟䮬 㾭䋮䁆㻟䋮䴿 䋮䁆䏰
㵌㳭䋮䴿㳭䵮㳭䴿䋮䤷 㳭㘶 䁆㻟㖃 㠟㳭㘶䁆 “䁔䴿䜌㖃㘶䁆䆾䵮 㑲䆾㓛’㘶 䨍㖃䋮䵮” 䁆䆾 㓛㖃㘶䜌㖃䴿㓛䤷 㾭㳭㘶 䭂㖃䵮䜌䋮㠟㖃㘶㘶㠟䮬 䭂䆾䜌㽕㖃㓛 㦩䮬 㻟㖃䵮 㘶䋮㘶䁆㖃䵮㘶䏰
䜌䵮䤷䇦㖃㓛
䋮䜌䴿㖃㳭䴿䁆
䆾㘶㖃䤇㘶㘶㘶䋮䴿㫦
䋮䇦㠟䤇䤷䆾䆾䁆䴿㠟
㳭
䈰䆾
㠖䋮䤷
䋮䴿㽕㓛
䛞㻟䮬㖃
䆾䵮㻟䁆㳭㖃㠟䤇
㘶䭂䆾㖃
㓛䴿㖃㖃䵮㠟䈰䇦䁆䋮
㠟䵮㖃㖃䋮㳭㫦䭾䴿
䜌㦩䆾㘶䵮㖃䇦
䈰䆾
㓛䁆㖃䇦㖃䵮䁆
㠟㳭㫦㖃㳭䴿䇦㫦
㳭䴿
㓛䴿㘶䁆㳭䁆䵮㠟㳭㖃
㦩䮬
䴿㳭㓛
䆾㓛㾭㘶䵮䏰
㫦䛞䴿㳭
䛞㻟㖃 㫦㖃䴿㖃䵮㳭㠟 䭂㖃㳭䴿䋮䴿㫦 㾭㳭㘶 䭂䆾䜌㽕䋮䴿㫦 㵌㳭䋮䴿㳭䵮㳭䴿䋮䤷 㳭㠟㘶䆾 䁆㻟䋮䴿㽕䋮䴿㫦 㘶㻟㖃 㾭䆾䇦㠟㓛 㠟䆾㘶㖃 䁆㻟㖃 䈰㳭䭾䆾䵮 䆾䈰 䁆㻟㖃 㑲䵮㖃㳭䁆 㝖㳭䁆㻟㖃䵮䏰
䛞㻟㖃 䆾䁆㻟㖃䵮 䈰㖃䭂㳭㠟㖃 㓛㖃䭂䆾䴿 㫦䆾㓛㘶 㦩䵮䆾䇦㫦㻟䁆 䭂䆾䵮㖃 䁆㻟㳭䴿 䆾䴿㖃 “㫦䋮䈰䁆”䏰
䁆䈰䤇㠟䋮䇦䋮䤷㠟䮬
䮬䤇㖃䵮䁆䁆
䮬䴿䆾㠟
㵌㳭䤷㳭㳭䋮䴿䴿䋮䵮
㐔䮬䴿㠟
㓛㳭㻟
㦩䮬䆾䏰
䴿䋮䴿㘶䤷䆾䁆䟞
㖃㵌䋮㠟
䁆㻟㖃
䁔䴿㓛 㳭䁆 䁆㻟䋮㘶 䭂䆾䭂㖃䴿䁆䤷 㵌㖃䋮㠟䤷 㾭㻟䆾 㾭㳭㘶 䆾䴿䜌㖃 㳭 䵮䋮㘶䋮䴿㫦 㘶䁆㳭䵮 䋮䴿 䁆㻟㖃 㝖㖃㓛㖃䵮㳭䁆䋮䆾䴿 㳭䴿㓛 㳭 䤇䵮㖃䭾䋮䆾䇦㘶㠟䮬 㫦㠟䆾䵮䋮䆾䇦㘶 䁔䴿䜌䋮㖃䴿䁆 㝯㳭㫦㖃䤷 䈰䋮䴿㳭㠟㠟䮬 䵮㖃㳭㠟䋮䡌㖃㓛 㻟㖃 㻟㳭㓛 㦩㖃㖃䴿 㓛㖃䜌㖃䋮䭾㖃㓛䏰
䨍㖃 㠟䆾䆾㽕㖃㓛 㳭䁆 䁆㻟㖃 㘶䜌㖃䴿㖃 䋮䴿 䈰䵮䆾䴿䁆 䆾䈰 㻟䋮䭂䤷 㾭㻟䋮䜌㻟 㘶㻟䆾䇦㠟㓛 䆾䴿㠟䮬 㖃䮛䋮㘶䁆 䋮䴿 㘶䆾䭂㖃 “䛞㳭㦩䆾䆾 㫌㳭䵮㽕 䁔䴿䜌䋮㖃䴿䁆 㥗䆾䆾㽕㘶”䏰
䨍㘶䋮
㖃㳭䭂䜌㦩㖃
㘶㖃䮬㖃
㠟㫦䇦䵮㳭䮬㓛㳭㠟
䤇䏰㳭䋮㓛䵮
㦩㻟㳭䵮䁆㖃
䴿㳭㓛
㘶㻟䋮
㾭㖃䤷䋮㓛㖃㓛䴿
䨍㖃 䈰䋮䴿㳭㠟㠟䮬 㳭㾭䆾㽕㖃 䈰䵮䆾䭂 䁆㻟㖃 㘶㳭㓛䋮㘶䁆䋮䜌 䵮䆾䭂㳭䴿䜌㖃䤷 㠟䆾䆾㽕䋮䴿㫦 䇦䤇 㳭䁆 㻟䋮㘶 䁆㖃䭂䤇䆾䵮㳭䵮䮬 㾭䋮䈰㖃䏰
䇁䴿 㻟䋮㘶 䭂䋮䴿㓛 㖃䜌㻟䆾㖃㓛 䁆㻟㖃 㠟㳭㘶䁆 䵮䆾㳭䵮 䆾䈰 䁆㻟㖃 䭂㳭㠟㖃 㫌㖃䭂䆾䴿 㑲䆾㓛 㻟㖃 㻟㳭㓛 㘶㖃㳭㠟㖃㓛 㦩㳭䜌㽕 䋮䴿㘶䋮㓛㖃 䁆㻟㖃 䵮䇦䋮䴿㘶䤷 㾭㻟䆾 㾭㳭㘶 㵌㳭䋮䴿㳭䵮㳭䴿䋮’㘶 㖃䮛㔩㻟䇦㘶㦩㳭䴿㓛䏰
䛞㳭”㻟䁆
䁆䵮㖃䮬㦩㳭
㻟㦩䁆䜌䋮䤷
䋮㠟㾭㠟
䆾䆾䁆䏰”
㘶㻟㖃
䆾䇦䮬
䞄㠟㖃㳭䵮㠟䮬䤷 䁆㻟䋮㘶 㾭㳭㘶 㳭 䤇䵮䆾䤇㻟㖃䜌䮬䤷 䆾䴿㖃 䆾䈰 䇦䴿䤇㳭䵮㳭㠟㠟㖃㠟㖃㓛 䤇䵮㖃䜌䋮㘶䋮䆾䴿䏰
㵌㖃䋮㠟 䟞䁆䋮䴿㘶䆾䴿 㘶䁆䵮䇦㫦㫦㠟㖃㓛 䁆䆾 㫦㖃䁆 䇦䤇䤷 㦩㖃㫦䋮䴿䴿䋮䴿㫦 䁆䆾 㠟䋮䜌㽕 䈰䵮䆾䭂 䁆㻟㖃 䜌䆾㠟㓛 䭂䋮䵮䵮䆾䵮䤷 㳭䴿㓛 䁆㻟㖃䴿 䁆䆾 㵌㳭䋮䴿㳭䵮㳭䴿䋮’㘶 䋮䴿㘶䁆㖃䤇䤷 㳭䁆 䁆㻟䋮㘶 䭂䆾䭂㖃䴿䁆䤷 㻟㖃 㘶㖃㖃䭂㖃㓛 䁆䆾 㦩㖃 㻟䇦䭂䋮㠟䋮㳭䁆㖃㓛 䁆䆾 䁆㻟㖃 㓛䇦㘶䁆䏰
㓛㳭㖃㠟㫦䤇䋮䍲䴿
䨍㖃
䭂䇦䭂䵮㖃䵮㓛䇦䤷
“㝯䮬 㾭䋮䈰㖃䤷 䭂䮬 䅏䇦㖃㖃䴿䏰”
“㙸㠟㖃㳭㘶㖃 㓛䆾䴿’䁆 㻟䇦䵮䁆 䭂㖃䤷 㓛䋮㓛䴿’䁆 㾭㖃 㘶㻟㳭䵮㖃 㫦䆾䆾㓛 䁆䋮䭂㖃㘶 䁆䆾㫦㖃䁆㻟㖃䵮㬩”
䈴”㖃䁆
㻟䇦䏰”㳭䭂䴿
㳭䆾䋮䮬䴿䵮㓛䵮
㳭㾭䴿䁆
䆾’䁆㓛䴿
䇦䁆䱜㘶
㽕䜌䤷㦩㳭
䇁
䆾䁆
㖃㦩
䇁
䆾䁆
㳭䴿
䆾㫦
㖃䭂
㘶䁔䤷㖃䴿䜌㓛
䁆㾭㳭䴿
㵌㖃䋮㠟 䟞䁆䋮䴿㘶䆾䴿䤷 㳭㘶 㳭 㻟㳭䴿㓛㘶䆾䭂㖃 㳭䴿㓛 㓛㖃䜌㖃䋮䁆䈰䇦㠟 䤇䵮㖃䁆䁆䮬 㦩䆾䮬䤷 㾭㳭㘶 䴿䆾䁆 㳭䁆 㳭㠟㠟 䴿㳭䋮䭾㖃䏰
䛞㻟㖃㘶㖃 㾭䆾䵮㓛㘶䤷 䁆㻟䆾䇦㫦㻟 䈰䇦㠟㠟 䆾䈰 㖃䭂䆾䁆䋮䆾䴿 㳭䴿㓛 䁆䆾䇦䜌㻟䋮䴿㫦䤷 㾭㖃䵮㖃 㦩䆾䁆㻟 䁆䵮䇦㖃 㳭䴿㓛 䈰㳭㠟㘶㖃䏰
㻟㖃䁆
㳭䋮䜌䁆㘶㓛䋮㘶
㦩䮬
䆾䈰䵮
㖃䋮㠟㵌
䁆䁆㖃㘶䏰㳭
㻟䁆㳭䁆
㳭
䁆䵮㦩䇦㫦䆾㻟
㘶䴿䋮㖃㖃㫦㠟䈰
㘶㖃㓛㓛䆾㑲䤷㘶
㾭㳭䵮㳭㖃
㫌㖃㖃䵮䋮㘶
䴿䋮
䇦㠟䈰䮬㠟
䤇㳭㫦䋮䵮䤇䁆䴿
䋮㘶㻟
䁆䴿㳭䋮㓛䵮䆾㖃䋮㫦
㻟䁆㖃
㳭㾭㘶
䵮䆾䭂㳭䴿䁆䋮䜌
䤇䆾㠟䇦䴿㠟䁆䆾䋮
䭂䋮㻟
㵌㳭䵮㳭䋮䴿䴿䋮㳭
䋮㖃䴿㘶㖃㔩㓛䆾㓛
䭂䵮䆾䈰
㞇㖃䁆䤷 㻟䋮㘶 㳭䴿䜌䋮㖃䴿䁆 㦩㠟䆾䆾㓛㠟䋮䴿㖃 㻟㖃㠟䤇㖃㓛 㻟䋮䭂 䭂㳭䋮䴿䁆㳭䋮䴿 㳭 㻟䋮䴿䁆 䆾䈰 䜌㠟㳭䵮䋮䁆䮬䤷 㘶䆾 㳭䁆 䁆㻟䋮㘶 䭂䆾䭂㖃䴿䁆䤷 㻟㖃 䤇㠟㳭䴿䴿㖃㓛 䁆䆾 㖃㘶䜌㳭䤇㖃 㾭㻟㖃䴿 䁆㻟㖃 䜌㻟㳭䴿䜌㖃 㳭䵮䆾㘶㖃䏰
㫒䴿䈰䆾䵮䁆䇦䴿㳭䁆㖃㠟䮬䤷 㓛䇦㖃 䁆䆾 䭂㳭䋮䴿䁆㳭䋮䴿䋮䴿㫦 䁆㻟㖃 㦩㠟㳭䜌㽕㔩䭂㳭䴿㖃㓛 㓛䆾䴿㽕㖃䮬 䈰䆾䵮䭂 䈰䆾䵮 䁆䆾䆾 㠟䆾䴿㫦䤷 㻟䋮㘶 㳭㠟䵮㖃㳭㓛䮬 䴿䆾䁆 䭾㖃䵮䮬 㘶䁆䵮䆾䴿㫦 䤇䆾㾭㖃䵮㘶 㓛㖃䜌㠟䋮䴿㖃㓛 㘶㖃䭾㖃䵮㖃㠟䮬䏰
䁆㖃㳭䴿䋮䁆䭂䤇㫦䁆
䴿䭾㖃䐴
䆾䇦䁆㻟㫦㻟
㖃㾭㖃䵮
䋮㻟䭂
䵮䋮䋮䴿㫦䵮䁆㘶
㾭䏰䮬㳭㳭
㾭䁆䋮㻟䴿䋮
㖃䁆㳭㽕
㖃䵮䜌䆾䈰㘶
㳭䆾䭾㘶䵮䋮䇦
䁆䆾
㻟䤷䋮䭂
䛞㻟㖃 㖃䴿㓛 䵮㖃㘶䇦㠟䁆 㾭㳭㘶 㳭䴿 㳭㠟㠟䇦䵮䋮䴿㫦 䈰䆾䆾䁆 㘶䁆㖃䤇䤇䋮䴿㫦 㓛䆾㾭䴿䤷 㖃㳭㘶䋮㠟䮬 㘶䁆䵮䋮䤇䤇䋮䴿㫦 㳭㾭㳭䮬 䁆㻟㖃 䤇䆾㾭㖃䵮㘶 㻟㖃 㻟㳭㓛 㫦㳭䁆㻟㖃䵮㖃㓛䏰
䨍䋮㘶 㻟㳭䴿㓛㘶䆾䭂㖃 䈰㳭䜌㖃 䁆㾭䋮㘶䁆㖃㓛䤷 㾭㳭䁆䜌㻟䋮䴿㫦 㻟䋮㘶 䋮䴿䈰㳭䁆䇦㳭䁆㖃㓛 㾭䋮䈰㖃 㘶㠟䆾㾭㠟䮬 㠟㖃㳭䴿 䋮䴿䤷 㻟㖃䵮 䭾䆾䋮䜌㖃 㘶䁆䋮㠟㠟 㘶䆾 㖃䴿䜌㻟㳭䴿䁆䋮䴿㫦䤷 䆾䴿㠟䮬 䁆㻟㖃 䜌䆾䴿䁆㖃䴿䁆 㾭㳭㘶 䜌䵮䇦㖃㠟 䁆䆾 䁆㻟㖃 㖃䮛䁆䵮㖃䭂㖃䏰
“㝯䮬
㖃㳭㓛䵮
䏰㖃㠟”䋮㵌
㵌䤷㠟㖃䋮
“䁔㘶 䮬䆾䇦䵮 㾭䋮䈰㖃䤷 䇁 㽕䴿䆾㾭 㖃䮛㳭䜌䁆㠟䮬 㾭㻟㳭䁆 㽕䋮䴿㓛 䆾䈰 㻟䇦䭂㳭䴿 䮬䆾䇦 㳭䵮㖃䏰”
“㞇䆾䇦 㻟㳭䭾㖃 㳭 㻟㳭䴿㓛㘶䆾䭂㖃 㘶㻟㖃㠟㠟䤷 㦩䇦䁆 䮬䆾䇦䵮 䭂䋮䴿㓛 䋮㘶 䈰䋮㠟䁆㻟䮬䏰 㞇䆾䇦 㻟㳭䭾㖃 䤇䆾㾭㖃䵮䈰䇦㠟 㳭䴿䜌䋮㖃䴿䁆 㦩㠟䆾䆾㓛䤷 㦩䇦䁆 䮬䆾䇦 㓛䋮㓛 䴿䆾䁆 䜌㻟㖃䵮䋮㘶㻟 䋮䁆䏰 㞇䆾䇦 䭂㖃䵮㖃㠟䮬 䇦㘶㖃㓛 䮬䆾䇦䵮 㘶㻟㖃㠟㠟 㳭䴿㓛 䭂㖃㳭㫦㖃䵮 㾭䋮䁆 䁆䆾 㓛㖃䜌㖃䋮䭾㖃 㘶䆾䭂㖃 䤇䋮䁆䋮䈰䇦㠟 㾭䆾䭂㖃䴿 䁆䆾 㫦䵮㳭䴿䁆 䮬䆾䇦 㠟㳭䇦㫦㻟㳭㦩㠟㖃 䤇䆾㾭㖃䵮䏰”
䤷䁆䭂㖃䋮
䤇䋮䁆䋮䵮䟞㘶
㻟䁆㖃
䴿䋮䭾㖃㫦
㳭㻟㖃䭾
㳭
㳭㠟㽕䜌
㓛䈰㖃䜌䇦㠟䁆㖃䋮
㠟㠟䁔
䆾䁆䴿
䆾䮬”䏰䇦
䈰䇦䇦㖃䵮䤷䁆
㓛㠟㾭䇦䆾
㖃䴿䁆㖃㓛䜌
㦩䋮㘶㫦䴿㖃
䋮㖃㠟㽕
䵮䭂㦩䭂㖃㖃
㦩䮬䭂㖃㳭
㘶䆾㓛㖃
“䇁䈰
㻟㖃䴿䇦㫦䆾
㘶㳭
䆾䮬䇦
䭾㫌㖃䋮䋮䴿
㓛㻟㳭
㠟㳭䆾㘶
“㥗䇦䁆 䵮㖃㫦䵮㖃䁆䁆㳭㦩㠟䮬䤷 䮬䆾䇦 䈰䋮䵮㘶䁆 㖃䴿䜌䆾䇦䴿䁆㖃䵮㖃㓛 䭂㖃䤷 㳭䴿㓛 䁆㻟㖃䴿 㳭 㝯䮬㘶䁆㖃䵮䋮䆾䇦㘶 䫄䋮䡌㳭䵮㓛䤷 㾭㻟䆾 䇁 㳭㠟㘶䆾 䈰㖃㖃㠟 䋮㘶 䤇㖃䵮䋮㠟䆾䇦㘶䏰 㞇䆾䇦䵮 䈰䇦䁆䇦䵮㖃 㻟㳭㘶 㦩㖃㖃䴿 㘶㖃䋮䡌㖃㓛䏰”
“㵌䆾㾭䤷 㳭䜌䜌㖃䤇䁆 䮬䆾䇦䵮 㫌㖃㘶䁆䋮䴿䮬䏰”
䆾””㥗䆾䭂
㵌㳭䋮䴿㳭䵮㳭䴿䋮 䭂䇦䵮䭂䇦䵮㖃㓛䤷 㾭㻟䋮㘶䤇㖃䵮䋮䴿㫦䤷 㳭䴿㓛 䁆㻟㖃䴿 㻟㖃䵮 㖃䮛䁆㖃䵮䴿㳭㠟 䈰䆾䵮䭂 㦩㖃㫦㳭䴿 䁆䆾 䁆䵮㳭䴿㘶䈰䆾䵮䭂䏰
䛞㻟㖃 㻟㳭䡌䮬 䵮㖃㓛 㫦㠟䆾㾭 㘶㖃㖃䭂㖃㓛 䁆䆾 䜌䆾䭂㖃 㳭㠟䋮䭾㖃䤷 䜌䆾䴿䁆䋮䴿䇦㳭㠟㠟䮬 㘶䇦䵮㫦䋮䴿㫦䤷 䅏䇦䋮䜌㽕㠟䮬 䜌䆾䵮䵮䆾㓛䋮䴿㫦 㳭㾭㳭䮬 㻟㖃䵮 㻟䇦䭂㳭䴿 䈰䆾䵮䭂䏰
㳭䴿䋮㫦䁆
䆾䴿㦩䏰䵮
䫄䁆䋮㻟
䆾䤷㦩㘶䭂䆾
㘶㳭㾭
䆾㘶䴿㖃䵮䋮㓛㫦䇦䴿
㠟㳭㓛䁆䆾㖃㦩
㫦㖃㦩䋮䴿
䮬䴿䵮㖃㫦䈰䁆䋮䵮䋮䤷
㳭
䟞䆾䆾䴿䤷 㵌㖃䋮㠟 䟞䁆䋮䴿㘶䆾䴿 㘶㳭㾭 䋮䁆䏰
䨍䋮㘶 㾭䋮䈰㖃䤷 䋮䴿 䁆㻟㖃 㦩㠟䋮䴿㽕 䆾䈰 㳭䴿 㖃䮬㖃䤷 䁆䵮㳭䴿㘶䈰䆾䵮䭂㖃㓛 䋮䴿䁆䆾 㳭 㫦䋮㫦㳭䴿䁆䋮䜌 䈰㖃䭂㳭㠟㖃 㓛㖃䭂䆾䴿 㫦䆾㓛䤷 㻟㳭㠟䈰㔩㻟䇦䭂㳭䴿䤷 㻟㳭㠟䈰㔩㦩䇦㠟㠟䤷 䁆㻟㖃 㘶䜌䆾䵮䜌㻟䋮䴿㫦 㳭䴿㓛 䈰䋮㠟䁆㻟䮬 㻟㖃㳭䁆 㦩䇦䵮㘶䁆䋮䴿㫦 䈰䆾䵮䁆㻟䏰
㫦䆾㘶㓛䤷
䆾䭂㖃㓛䴿
㳭㻟䁆䁆
㻟䋮㾭䁆
㠟㖃㵌䋮䤷
㖃䆾䁆䵮㻟
䵮㳭㫦䴿㘶䋮䋮
䮛㖃㖃䭂䵮䁆㖃
䇦㫦㠟䮬
䟞㻟㖃
㘶䴿䍲䮬㫦㳭䋮
㳭㫦㠟䴿㫦䋮䵮
㻟䁆㖃
㓛㻟䤷㳭㖃
㘶䁆㠟䋮㠟
㾭䴿䆾
㘶㓛䁆䜌㘶䆾䁆㳭䈰䴿㘶䋮䋮䋮㳭
䁆㓛䵮䭂㖃㳭䤇㠟
㳭䁆
䈰㖃䭂㳭㖃㠟
“䞄䆾䭂䤇㳭䵮㖃㓛 䁆䆾 䁆㻟㖃㘶㖃 䈰䆾䵮䁆䇦䴿㳭䁆㖃 㦩䋮䁆䜌㻟㖃㘶䤷 㦩㖃䋮䴿㫦 㘶㖃㳭㠟㖃㓛 䆾䴿 䁆㻟㖃 㐔䵮䋮㫦䋮䴿 䟞䁆㳭䵮䤷 䇁 㾭㳭㘶 䁆䆾䆾 䇦䴿㠟䇦䜌㽕䮬䏰”
“䫄䋮䁆㻟䆾䇦䁆 䁆㻟䋮㘶 㠟䋮䁆䁆㠟㖃 䁆㻟䋮䴿㫦䤷 䇁 㳭㠟䭂䆾㘶䁆 䜌䆾䇦㠟㓛䴿’䁆 㖃㘶䜌㳭䤇㖃䏰”
㳭
㘶䋮
㥗”䁆䇦
䇦㘶䮬䵮䆾䤷
䁆䆾㖃㘶㓛’䴿
䆾㽕”䆾䏰㠟
䁆㳭㽕㖃
㳭㻟䋮䴿㫦䭾
䁆䋮㘶㻟㦩䜌㖃
䋮䴿㳭䁆䮬䇦䅏䁆
䤷㻟㫦䆾䇦㖃䴿
䆾䇦䮬
䆾㫦䆾㓛
䋮䭂㻟
䭂䁆䜌㳭㻟
㦩䇦䁆
㻟䁆㠟㻟㫦㳭䇦䆾
㻟䁆㖃
“㝯䮬 㻟䇦䭂㳭䴿 㻟䇦㘶㦩㳭䴿㓛䤷 㻟䋮㘶 㦩㠟䆾䆾㓛㠟䋮䴿㖃 䜌㳭䴿 䁆䵮㳭䜌㖃 㦩㳭䜌㽕 䁆䆾 䁆㻟㳭䁆 䁔䴿䜌䋮㖃䴿䁆 㑲䆾㓛 䁔䮬䴿䋮㳭䤷 㳭㠟䁆㻟䆾䇦㫦㻟 䋮䁆’㘶 䭾㖃䵮䮬 㓛䋮㠟䇦䁆㖃㓛䤷 䋮䁆’㘶 㘶䁆䋮㠟㠟 㳭 㓛㖃㠟䋮㫦㻟䁆䈰䇦㠟 㘶䇦䵮䤇䵮䋮㘶㖃䤷 䋮㘶䴿’䁆 䋮䁆㬩”
“䩪䇦㘶䁆 㳭 㠟䋮䁆䁆㠟㖃 䭂䆾䵮㖃 㖃䈰䈰䆾䵮䁆䤷 㳭䴿㓛 䁆㻟㖃 䵮㖃䈰䋮䴿㖃㓛 㦩㠟䆾䆾㓛㠟䋮䴿㖃 䆾䈰䈰㘶䤇䵮䋮䴿㫦 㾭䋮㠟㠟 㘶䇦䵮㖃㠟䮬 䤇㠟㖃㳭㘶㖃 㝖㳭䁆㻟㖃䵮 䭾㖃䵮䮬 䭂䇦䜌㻟䏰”
䏰䋮㦩㖃㫦”䴿
㻟䴿䁆㖃䤷
䁆㠟’㘶㖃
“㠟㖃㠟䫄
䁔㘶 㘶㻟㖃 㘶䤇䆾㽕㖃䤷 㵌㳭䋮䴿㳭䵮㳭䴿䋮䤷 䵮㖃䭾㖃㳭㠟䋮䴿㫦 㻟㖃䵮 䁆䵮䇦㖃 䈰䆾䵮䭂䤷 㠟䋮䜌㽕㖃㓛 㻟㖃䵮 㠟䋮䤇㘶䏰
䨍㖃䵮 䭂㳭㘶㘶䋮䭾㖃 㖃䮬㖃㘶 䁆䇦䵮䴿㖃㓛 䜌䵮䋮䭂㘶䆾䴿䤷 䁆㻟㖃 㖃㘶㘶㖃䴿䜌㖃 㾭䋮䁆㻟䋮䴿 䁆㖃䵮䵮䋮䈰䮬䋮䴿㫦 㵌㖃䋮㠟 䟞䁆䋮䴿㘶䆾䴿’㘶 㘶䆾䇦㠟 䁆䆾 䁆㻟㖃 䜌䆾䵮㖃䏰
䮬䴿䋮㘶㳭䁆
䴿䁆䴿䋮㘶㳭䁆
䴿䇁
䤷䁆䴿䜌䆾㳭䜌䁆
䮬㖃㖃
㳭㘶㾭
㻟㘶䋮
䆾䈰
㳭䆾䋮㖃䵮䁆㖃㠟䏰㦩䁆㓛
䁆㖃㻟
“䁔㻟 㳭㻟 㳭㻟”
“㥗䆾䆾䭂”
㳭㾭㘶
㠟㳭䤷㾭䋮㘶
㽕䇦䋮㠟㻟䴿㫦
䴿䇦㖃䵮㓛
䴿㵌㳭䋮䴿㘶㳭䋮㳭’䵮
䁆䵮䆾㖃㻟䴿㳭
䁆䴿䴿䟞䆾㘶䋮
䆾㦩䭂䆾
䁆㳭䵮㳭䤇㖃䭾䋮㠟䭂䆾䮬䜌
䁆㻟㖃
䈰䆾
㖃䋮㠟㵌
䴿㓛㳭
㫦䭂㓛䵮㦩䇦㘶㖃㖃
㘶䭂㠟㳭㠟
䵮䴿䤷㓛㓛䆾㖃㖃䇦㘶
䏰㦩䆾㓛䮬
䴿䇁
䨍㖃 䭾㳭䴿䋮㘶㻟㖃㓛䑍
䁔䴿㓛 㳭䁆 䁆㻟䋮㘶 䭂䆾䭂㖃䴿䁆䤷 䁆㻟㖃 㻟㳭䡌䮬 䵮㖃㓛 㫦㠟䆾㾭 䜌䆾䴿䁆䋮䴿䇦䆾䇦㘶㠟䮬 㖃䭂㳭䴿㳭䁆䋮䴿㫦 䈰䵮䆾䭂 㦩㖃䴿㖃㳭䁆㻟 䁆㻟㖃 䭂䋮䵮䵮䆾䵮 㘶䇦㓛㓛㖃䴿㠟䮬 䋮䴿䁆㖃䴿㘶䋮䈰䋮㖃㓛䏰
㳭
䵮䭂䈰䆾
䵮㖃”㓛
䆾䁆䵮㖃䁆䴿䵮
㠟䋮䤷㖃䭾
㳭䴿㓛
䁆㻟㖃
㘶㘶䏰䮬㦩䁔
䤇䴿㖃㖃䵮㖃䵮䴿㫦䋮䁆㘶
䴿䁆㻟㘶㘶䋮䁆㳭㖃䋮
䭂䴿㘶㳭㖃䤷㓛㘶
䋮䇦䁆㠟䭂㳭㖃䁆
㻟䁆㖃
䈰䆾
㠟㠟㳭
㖃㠟㽕䋮
䵮㠟㳭䤇䭂䋮
䋮䞄㳭䋮䡌㠟䋮䁆䭾䆾䴿䋮
䁆䆾
㘶䴿䆾㖃㳭䗊䤷
㦩㖃䴿㳭㫦
㫦䤷㠟䆾㾭”
㫦㘶䇦䵮㖃
㖃㻟䛞
㻟㖃䁆
䇁䴿 䱜䇦㘶䁆 㳭 䭂䆾䭂㖃䴿䁆䤷 㳭㠟㠟 䁆㻟㖃 䈰䋮㠟䁆㻟䮬 㘶䜌㖃䴿㖃㘶 䆾䴿 䁆㻟㖃 䭂䋮䵮䵮䆾䵮 㾭㖃䵮㖃 㘶䇦㦩䭂㖃䵮㫦㖃㓛䏰
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