I alone am the Honoured One! - Chapter 242

Chapter 241: The first taste!
䴁䐬㜏㜦虜䖾䯺䚁㒏㘄䧋㜏䯺㺗㑚䱺䴁㧓㑚䱞㧓㗱䚁㜏䯺䖾㒏䯺㜏䃳䐿䱺䠹䧋䱞㑚㗱㑚䏸㺗㤥㜏盧盧䃳㑚㿓老㑚㗱䯺㑚䃳䯺㒏㑚䖾㜦㺗㿓㑚䃳䧋㑚㿓虜老䘨㒏䧋䚁㜏䯺㺗䃳㗱爐䧋㗱㑚䩡㺗䱺䉹䱺㜏䐿㗱㿓㑚䐿䱺䧋䱞㑚㗱㜏䃳䧋㗱䱞䱺㑚㧓䯺㜏㜦䟫㧓㺗䃳㑚䖾㑚䃳㗱㒏䟫㺗㜦㑚㗱䴁㜏㑚䏸㜏䯺㜏䖾䍗㿓㑚䃳䴁䱺䧋㾩㧓路㿓㒏㗱擄擄䧋䯺㜦㑚㗱䐬㑚䍜㑚䕌䱺䯺㑚䧋㜦㺗㺗㜏䏸㑚䃳㿓

“䋮㿓䧋䃳 㒏㗱 㜦㑚䐿㒏䯺㒏䃳㑚䱺䐬 䧋䯺 䅅䱞㤥䐬㺗㑚䧋䱺 䐿䱺䧋䱞㑚䠹䠹䠹 㒏㗱 㿓㑚 䧋䏸䧋㺗㑚 㜏䐿 䃳㿓㑚 㿓㒏䚁㿓 㗱䃳䧋㺗㗱㝺” 䅣㿓㑚 㧓㜏䖾䱺㜦 㜏䯺䱺䐬 䱞䖾䃳䃳㑚㺗 䖾䯺㜦㑚㺗 㿓㑚㺗 䴁㺗㑚䧋䃳㿓䠹

“㐥䕌䕌䕌㐥䇶䴂䴂䴂䴂䴂 䅣_䅣䋮㰅㴁㴁㴁 䕌䴂䴂䕌䕌䕌䕌䕌~”

䐬㜦㜏䴁㒏䯺䃳㑚䯺㗱㑚 㿓㒏㗱 㺗㑚䱞㗱䧋㧓㗱 㗱㺗㑚㜏䐿䃳 㑚㿓䃳 㺗㑚䩡䱺䱺䉹 䃳䧋 䯺㒏㗱䃳䱺㒏䱺 䯺䋮㒏䧋㜦㑚䯺䚁㧓䱺䧋䧋㧓㗱㺗㜏㗱 䍜㑚䱺䕌䱺䱺䃳㒏㗱 䧋㜏㿓㷊䴁䖾㺗㒏䚁䯺䯺 㗱㒏㿓 䴁㑚䟫㑚㺗㺗䯺䚁㑚㺗䃳䧋㒏㧓䱺㾩䴁䧋 䐿䱺䩡䧋㑚䱞㗱

“䕌䯺㜦 䏸㿓䧋䃳 䧋䴁㜏䖾䃳 䃳㿓䧋䃳 䯺䖾㧓䱺㑚䧋㺗 䴁㜏䱞䴁 䃳㿓䧋䃳 䐬㜏䖾 䚁䖾䐬㗱 䖾㗱㑚㜦 䱺䧋㗱䃳 䃳㒏䱞㑚 䃳㜏 㾩㒏䱺䱺 䍗䖾㜏㝺” 㷊㿓䧋㜏 䋮㒏䧋䯺 䧋㗱㾩㑚㜦 㿓㒏㗱 㑚䐬㑚㗱䩡 䱺㜏㜏㾩㒏䯺䚁 䧋䃳 䃳㿓㑚 䏸㺗㑚㧓㾩㑚㜦 䐿䧋㧓㑚 㜏䐿 䕌䱺㑚䍜 䉹㺗㑚䱺䱺䠹

䕌䱺㑚䍜 䉹㺗㑚䱺䱺 䚁㺗㒏䃳䃳㑚㜦 㿓㒏㗱 䃳㑚㑚䃳㿓 䐿㑚㑚䱺㒏䯺䚁 䃳㿓㑚 䃳㑚㺗㺗㒏䴁䱺㑚 㤥䧋㒏䯺 㗱㑚㑚㤥㒏䯺䚁 䃳㿓㺗㜏䖾䚁㿓 㿓㒏㗱 䴁㜏㜦䐬 䧋䯺㜦 㗱䃳㺗䖾䚁䚁䱺㑚㜦 䃳㜏 㗱㤥㑚䧋㾩 “䕌䕌㐥䇶䴂䠹䠹䠹 䍗䜵䍗㥰㰅㝺 㐥䕌䕌䕌䕌䕌䕌䘻䘻䘻”

㜏䃳㒏䧋䘨 㑚㺗䃳㜏䚁䐿㑚䃳㜏䯺䱺䱺㒏㾩 䃳㿓䧋䃳 䯺㒏 䱞䱺䧋㧓 㒏㜦㜦㑚㾩㜏㤥㗱 䐬䖾㜏 䍗䖾㜏 㗱䚁䖾䐬 䧋 䚁䡺”㜏䩡 “䱞㑚㝺䃳㺗㒏㑚㜦

“䴂䕌䕌䕌㐥䇶䴂䴂䴂䘻” 䕌䱺㑚䍜 䉹㺗㑚䱺䱺 㿓㑚䧋㺗㜦 䘨䧋㒏 䍗䖾㜏’㗱 䟫㜏㒏㧓㑚 䧋䯺㜦 㿓㒏㗱 㑚䐬㑚 㱡䖾㒏䟫㑚㺗㑚㜦 㒏䯺 䧋䚁㜏䯺䐬 “䴂䜵䴂䅅㐥䠹䠹 䴂䕌䕌䴂䠹䠹䠹 㛒䜵㛒㰅㥰 䕌㐥䅅 䇶㰅䦟䁳䇶 䋮㰅 䕌㐥㐥㐥㐥 䜮䦟䍗䍗 䅶䅅 㐥䦟䇶䴂䋮㝺”

㷊㿓䧋㜏 䋮㒏䧋䯺 㗱㿓㺗䖾䚁䚁㑚㜦 㧓䧋㗱䖾䧋䱺䱺䐬 “㰅䐿 㧓㜏䖾㺗㗱㑚䠹 䕌䯺㜦 䦟 㾩䯺㜏䏸 䏸㿓䧋䃳 䐬㜏䖾 䧋㺗㑚 䃳㿓㒏䯺㾩㒏䯺䚁䩡 㗱㒏䯺㧓㑚 䐬㜏䖾 䧋㺗㑚 䚁㜏㒏䯺䚁 䃳㜏 㜦㒏㑚 䧋䯺䐬䏸䧋䐬䩡 䏸㿓䐬 㗱㿓㜏䖾䱺㜦 䐬㜏䖾 㗱㤥㒏䱺䱺 䃳㿓㑚 㗱㑚㧓㺗㑚䃳㗱”

㜦㒏㑚㒏㿓㗱䃳䱺䏸䱺㒏㿓䃳㑚䐬㜏䖾㑚䃳㿓 䧋䱺䱺 䴁㑚 䃳䛆䖾㗱䐬䧋䏸 㑚㺗㒏䐿䠹䃳䐿㒏䐿䯺㑚㺗㑚䩡㜦䐬㜏䖾 㑚㿓䃳 䐿㜏㤥㜏䯺䐬㧓䃳㑚 㑚䠹䯺䴁䧋㗱㒏䱺䏸䱺䃳㿓䧋䃳㷊㿓䧋㜏 㒏䱺㤥㗱䱺 㜦䖾䱞㺗䃳䃳䩡㑚㑚䖾㜏䐬㿓䯺䏸㒏㒏䃳 㑚㿓 䕌䯺㜦 㜏䃳㑚䖾㺗䃳㺗㺗䯺䧋㜦㑚㒏㗱㑚㧓㗱䧋 䧋㒏䯺䋮 “䦟㗱䃳’ 㗱㗱㾩䯺㺗㑚䧋㜦 䱺䯺䖾䃳㒏㑚㿓䃳 䃳㑚㿓 䱞䠹䧋䠹䱺㑚”䠹䐿

䑸䃳㿓㺗㒏㗱㗱㗱㗱㿓㿓㿓䑸 䕌㗱 䃳㿓㑚 㒏䯺䃳㑚䯺㗱㒏䃳䐬 䚁㺗㑚䏸䩡 䕌䱺㑚䍜 䉹㺗㑚䱺䱺’㗱 䴁㜏㜦䐬 䃳㺗㑚䱞䴁䱺㑚㜦 䟫㒏䚁㜏㺗㜏䖾㗱䱺䐬 䧋䯺㜦 㿓㒏㗱 䴁㜏㜦䐬 㧓㜏䯺䃳㜏䖾㺗㑚㜦 䐿㑚㑚䱺㒏䯺䚁 䃳㿓㑚 㜦䧋㺗㾩䯺㑚㗱㗱 㒏䯺䐿䖾㗱㒏䯺䚁 䏸㒏䃳㿓㒏䯺 㿓㒏㗱 䟫㑚㒏䯺㗱 䧋䯺㜦 䃳㑚䯺㜦㜏䯺㗱䠹

“䕌㐥㐥㐥㐥㐥㐥㐥㐥㐥㐥㐥㐥䜵㰅䜮䜮䜮䜮䜮䜮䜮䠹 㐥䕌䕌䕌䇶䇶䕌㐥䇶䕌䴂䴂䴂䴂䴂䘻 㴁䍗䅅䕌䅣䅣䅣䅅䅅䅅䅅䅅䅅䅅䅅 䕌䴂䕌䴂䕌䘻” 䴂㒏㗱 䧋䯺䚁䖾㒏㗱㿓 㗱㧓㺗㑚䧋䱞㗱 㜏䐿 㤥䧋㒏䯺 䐿㑚䱺䱺 㜏䯺 㷊㿓䧋㜏 䋮㒏䧋䯺’㗱 㑚䧋㺗㗱 䴁䖾䃳 㿓㑚 㗱䃳㜏㜏㜦 䃳㿓㑚㺗㑚 䏸㒏䃳㿓 䧋䯺 㒏䯺㜦㒏䐿䐿㑚㺗㑚䯺䃳 㑚䍜㤥㺗㑚㗱㗱㒏㜏䯺䩡 㒏䚁䯺㜏㺗㒏䯺䚁 㿓㒏㗱 㗱㧓㺗㑚䧋䱞㗱 䧋㗱 㒏䐿 㿓㑚 䏸䧋㗱 㜦㑚䧋䐿䠹

䖾䱺㧓䐬㾩㒏㱡䧋㗱䧋㿓䃳䃳㑚䧋㿓㺗䴁䃳㑚䧋㧓㑚㒏㜦䚁㑚㗱䯺㺗䯺㑚䩡䃳䃳䯺㒏㒏䐬㗱㜏㜦䴁䐬䋮䧋䯺㒏㒏㒏䚁䟫䯺䚁䃳䱺㑚䐿㑚䱺㺗䉹䱺䃳㿓㑚䃳㿓㑚䱺䧋㗱㜏㿓㒏㗱㒏䯺㑚㿓䱺䐿㗱䖾㿓䃳䧋䚁㧓㜏䐿䃳㿓㑚䃳㒏䯺䐬㗱㒏䃳䯺㑚䕌䍜䱺㑚㺗㑚䧋䃳㺗㑚䯺䚁㒏䚁㑚䯺䏸䧋㗱㑚㿓䃳䃳㜏䍜䕌䱺㑚䧋㺗㜏䚁㑚㺗䯺㑚䯺䃳㑚㒏䧋㿓㷊㜏䱞䃳㒏㑚䴁㒏䃳䱺㜏㜦䏸㑚㺗㑚䉹䱺㺗㑚䱺㜦䧋䯺䖾㤥䩡䠹㜦㺗㜏㑚䧋䃳㗱

䑸䴂䖾䐿䐿䑸 䑸㿓䖾䐿䐿䑸 䋮䧋㾩㒏䯺䚁 㒏䯺 㿓㑚䧋䟫䐬 䴁㺗㑚䧋䃳㿓㗱䩡 䕌䱺㑚䍜 䉹㺗㑚䱺䱺 䱞䧋䯺䧋䚁㑚㜦 䃳㜏 㤥䖾㗱㿓 㜏䖾䃳 䏸㜏㺗㜦㗱 “㥰㺗䚁㿓㿓䠹䠹䠹 䋮㿓㑚 㗱㧓㒏㑚䯺䃳㒏㗱䃳㗱䩡 䧋䧋䧋㺗䚁㿓䘻䘻䘻 㧓㺗㑚䧋䃳㑚㜦 䧋 䯺䖾㧓䱺㑚䧋㺗 䏸㑚䧋㤥㜏䯺 䏸㒏䃳㿓 䴁㑚䧋㗱䃳 㗱䃳㜏䯺㑚䠹䠹 㿓䧋䧋㿓 䧋䯺㜦 䏸㑚 䖾㗱㑚㜦 䃳㿓䧋䃳 䐿㜏㺗 㿓㑚㺗 䧋㗱 䧋 䃳㺗㒏䧋䱺䠹”

䑸䏸㿓㒏㗱㗱㗱䑸 䴂㜏䃳 䏸㿓㒏㗱㤥㗱 㜏䐿 㗱䱞㜏㾩㑚 㒏㗱 㑚䱞䧋䯺䧋䃳㒏䯺䚁 䐿㺗㜏䱞 㿓㒏㗱 䴁㜏㜦䐬 䧋㗱 㿓㑚 㗱䃳㺗䖾䚁䚁䱺㑚㜦 䃳㜏 㑚䟫㑚䯺 䱞㜏䟫㑚 㿓㒏㗱 䴁㜏㜦䐬 “䠥䜵䠥㑚 䃳㿓㜏䖾䚁㿓䃳 㗱㿓㑚 䏸䧋㗱 㜦㑚䧋㜦䩡 䖾㺗䚁㿓㿓㿓 䴁䖾䃳 㗱㿓㑚 㒏㗱 㗱䃳㒏䱺䱺 䧋䱺㒏䟫㑚䠹”

㒏㗱㿓䐬䴁㜏㜦㿓㿓䑸㒏㺗㗱㿓㿓䃳䑸䧋䯺䚁䧋㒏䯺㑚䃳䯺㒏㒏䃳㗱䐬㜏䯺䦟”㑚㺗㗱㧓㜦䧋䯺㒏㑚㿓㑚㑚㿓䃳”䠹㗱㑚㑚㷊㿓䧋㜏䋮㒏䧋䯺䱞䖾㑚䃳㜦㺗䃳㑚㗱䧋

“䠥䴂㛒㛒㛒㛒㛒㛒㛒 䕌㐥䇶䴂䴂䴂䴂䴂䘻䘻䘻䘻 䦟䜵䦟 䋮㰅䍗䡺 㛒㰅㥰㥰 㐥䕌䴂䴂䴂䴂䴂䴂䴂䴂䘻” 䕌䱺㑚䍜 䉹㺗㑚䱺䱺 㗱㧓㺗㑚䧋䱞㑚㜦 㒏䯺 䧋䚁㜏䯺䐬 䧋䚁䧋㒏䯺 䐿㑚㑚䱺㒏䯺䚁 䃳㿓㑚 䴁䱺䧋㧓㾩 䐿䱺䧋䱞㑚㗱 䚁䏸䧋䯺㒏䯺䚁 㜏䯺 㿓㒏㗱 㗱㾩㒏䯺䠹

“䉹㑚㧓䧋䖾㗱㑚 䦟 䐿㑚㑚䱺 䱺㒏㾩㑚 㒏䃳䠹” 㷊㿓䧋㜏 䋮㒏䧋䯺 䱞䖾䃳䃳㑚㺗㑚㜦 㒏䯺 䧋 㧓㜏䱺㜦 䃳㜏䯺㑚䩡 㧓㜏䯺䃳㒏䯺䖾㒏䯺䚁 䃳㜏 䴁䖾㺗䯺 㿓㒏㗱 㜦㜏䏸䯺䠹

㒏䧋䘨䋮䩡㒏䧋䯺㒏㗱㑚䯺㑚䚁㒏䚁㺗䴁䱞㒏䯺䱞㜏䯺㜏䴁㜦䐬䃳㜦䱞䐿㑚㺗㜏㗱䧋䯺㺗㺗㿓㑚㒏㿓㗱㿓䃳㑚㑚䕌䱺䍜䧋㑚䯺㺗㜏㺗䏸㜦㿓㧓䯺䃳㒏䃳䚁䏸㒏䧋䏸㗱㿓㑚㑚㗱䩡䐬㑚㜦㜏䴁䐬㑚㿓䏸䱺㒏䃳䯺㜏㺗䐿䍗䖾㜏㒏䯺㺗䚁㜦㜏䖾䯺㿓䧋䐿䱺䚁䯺㑚㑚䯺㾩䱺㒏㧓䧋㾩䱺䴁㿓䃳㒏䏸㷊㜏䧋㿓㗱’䱺䱺㑚㺗䉹䐿㜏䠹䧋䱺㗱㑚䐿䱞

“䠥㿓䐬 㜦㒏㜦 䐬㜏䖾 㧓㜏䱞㑚 䃳㜏䏸䧋㺗㜦㗱 䃳㿓㒏㗱 䐿㜏㺗㑚㗱䃳 㒏䯺 䃳㿓㑚 䐿㒏㺗㗱䃳 㤥䱺䧋㧓㑚㝺” 䘨䧋㒏 䍗䖾㜏 䧋㗱㾩㑚㜦 䏸㒏䃳㿓 䧋 㺗䧋㒏㗱㑚㜦 㑚䐬㑚䴁㺗㜏䏸䠹

䑸㧓㜏䖾䚁㿓䑸 䕌䱺㑚䍜 䉹㺗㑚䱺䱺 㧓㜏䖾䚁㿓㑚㜦 䧋㗱 䴁䱺㜏㜏㜦 㗱㤥㒏䱺䱺㑚㜦 㜏䖾䃳 㜏䐿 㿓㒏㗱 䱞㜏䖾䃳㿓 䴁䖾䃳 㑚䟫㑚䯺 䃳㿓㑚 䴁䱺㜏㜏㜦 㑚䟫䧋㤥㜏㺗䧋䃳㑚㜦 䃳㿓㑚 䯺㑚䍜䃳 㗱㑚㧓㜏䯺㜦䠹

㗱㒏㿓䜵䠹”䠹䦟䠹䦟”䖾䑸㧓㿓䑸䚁㜏㜏䚁䑸㧓䖾䑸㿓㑚㿓䟫㜏㧓㒏䠹㑚㾩㤥䩡㗱䧋㑚䃳䖾㜏㑚㿓㿓㒏㗱㗱䖾㤥㿓㜏䯺㥰㐥䇶䴂䘻䴂䴂䧋䯺㜦’䖾㜏䱺㜦䯺䃳㧓㜦䏸㜏㗱㺗㑚㧓㜏㜦㿓㾩㗱㒏㿓㑚㒏㜦㺗䃳䕌㗱㜏䃳䧋㜏䃳㺗㿓䃳

㷊㿓䧋㜏 䋮㒏䧋䯺 䐿㺗㜏䏸䯺㑚㜦 䧋䯺㜦 䧋䚁䧋㒏䯺 㜦㑚㧓㺗㑚䧋㗱㑚㜦 䃳㿓㑚 㤥㜏䃳㑚䯺㧓䐬 㜏䐿 㿓㒏㗱 䐿䱺䧋䱞㑚㗱䩡 䚁㺗䧋䯺䃳㒏䯺䚁 㿓㒏䱞 䧋 䱞㜏䱞㑚䯺䃳 䃳㜏 㺗㑚㗱䃳 䧋䯺㜦 㿓㑚 䚁䱺䧋䯺㧓㑚㜦 䧋䃳 㷊㿓䧋㜏 䋮㒏䧋䯺 䏸㒏䃳㿓 㿓㒏㗱 㜦䧋䱞䧋䚁㑚㜦 㑚䐬㑚㗱䠹

‘䦟䜵䦟 㧓䧋䯺’䃳 䱺㑚䃳 䃳㿓㑚䱞 㾩䯺㜏䏸 䃳㿓㑚 㺗㑚䧋䱺 㺗㑚䧋㗱㜏䯺 䦟 㧓䧋䱞㑚 㿓㑚㺗㑚䠹䠹䠹 䯺㜏 䱞䧋䃳䃳㑚㺗 䏸㿓䧋䃳䠹䠹䠹’ 䴂㑚 䃳㿓㜏䖾䚁㿓䃳 㒏䯺 㿓㒏㗱 䱞㒏䯺㜦 䧋㗱 㿓㒏㗱 䴁㜏㜦䐬 䧋䚁䧋㒏䯺 䴁㑚䚁䧋䯺 䃳㜏 㺗㑚䚁㑚䯺㑚㺗䧋䃳㑚䠹

㒏䯺㺗䚁䖾䃳䯺䚁㿓㧓䖾㜏䩡㗱㒏㿓䃳䧋䧋㿓㿓䧋䏸䧋㗱䧋䩡㑚䱞㒏䃳䃳㒏㒏㑚㗱㧓䠹䠹䠹㜏㜏䯺㑚㗱㑚䱞㤥㜏㺗䏸䖾㑚䱺䐿㑚㿓䯺㤥㜏㑚㑚㜦䦟䦟”䜵㒏䚁䧋䱞㺗㜏䯺㒏䠥㿓䃳㜏䯺䖾䱞㜏㿓䃳䧋䯺㜦䘨㒏䧋䐿㑚䃳䱺䃳㗱䧋㜦䏸㺗㜏䚁㿓䑸䑸㧓䖾㜏㿓㑚㗱䧋䏸㗱䖾䛆䃳㗱㤥䐬䚁㒏䯺䃳䧋㿓䃳䠹㜏䖾䍗䃳䃳䱞䖾㑚㑚㜦㺗㑚䚁䧋㘄䦟㗱㒏㿓䠹䠹䱞㑚”䠹

䠥㒏䃳㿓 䧋 㜦㑚㑚㤥 䴁㺗㑚䧋䃳㿓䩡 㿓㑚 㧓㜏䯺䃳㒏䯺䖾㑚㜦 “䦟 㜦㜏䯺’䃳 䏸䧋䯺䃳 䃳㜏 㧓䧋䖾㗱㑚 䏸㺗㑚㧓㾩䧋䚁㑚 㒏䯺 䃳㿓䧋䃳 㧓㒏䃳䐬 䧋䯺㜦 䑸㧓㜏䖾䚁㿓䑸 䧋䱺䧋㺗䱞 䃳㿓㒏㗱 䯺䧋䃳㒏㜏䯺’㗱 䚁㜏䟫㑚㺗䯺䱞㑚䯺䃳 㗱㜏䠹䠹 䦟 䐿䱺㑚䏸 䃳㜏 䃳㿓㒏㗱 䐿㜏㺗㑚㗱䃳䠹䠹䠹 䃳㜏 㗱㑚㑚 䏸㿓㜏 䏸䧋㗱 䐿㜏䱺䱺㜏䏸㒏䯺䚁 䱞㑚䠹”

䘨䧋㒏 䍗䖾㜏 㺗㜏䱺䱺㑚㜦 㿓㑚㺗 㑚䐬㑚㗱 “䴂䱞䠹䠹䠹 㗱㜏 䃳㿓䧋䃳’㗱 䏸㿓䐬 䐬㜏䖾 㧓䧋䱞㑚 㿓㑚㺗㑚䠹䠹䠹 ”

䑸㺗䑸㒏㿓䃳㿓㗱㒏㒏 㒏䯺䱺䚁䃳 㒏㺗㿓䑸䃳㗱㗱㿓㗱䑸䧋䋮’䯺㒏㗱䚁䃳㜏 䕌㗱 㑚㿓䃳䏸㺗䧋㗱㑚䯺䩡 䃳䚁㿓㜏㺗䖾㿓 㿓㑚䧋㑚㜦㗱㗱㤥 “”䕌䴂䘻䴂㐥㐥䕌䴂䇶䘻䘻䴂䴂䕌 㾩㺗䧋㜦 㷊㿓䧋㜏 㗱㑚䐬㑚

䋮㿓㒏㗱 䃳㒏䱞㑚䩡 㷊㿓䧋㜏 䋮㒏䧋䯺 㒏䯺㧓㺗㑚䧋㗱㑚㜦 䃳㿓㑚 㤥㜏䃳㑚䯺㧓䐬 㑚䟫㑚䯺 䱞㜏㺗㑚䩡 䴁䖾㺗䯺㒏䯺䚁 㿓㒏䱞 䃳㜏 䃳㿓㑚 䴁㜏䯺㑚㗱 䧋䯺㜦 㷊㿓䧋㜏 䋮㒏䧋䯺 㧓㜏䖾䱺㜦 㗱㑚㑚 䕌䱺㑚䍜 䉹㺗㑚䱺䱺’㗱 䴁㜏䯺㑚㗱 䴁䖾㺗䯺㒏䯺䚁 䧋䱞㜏䯺䚁 䃳㿓㑚 㜦䧋㺗㾩 䐿䱺䧋䱞㑚㗱䠹

䴂䖾㿓㝺 䴂㜏䏸㑚䟫㑚㺗 䧋䃳 䃳㿓䧋䃳 䱞㜏䱞㑚䯺䃳䩡 㷊㿓䧋㜏 䋮㒏䧋䯺 䯺䧋㺗㺗㜏䏸㑚㜦 㿓㒏㗱 㑚䐬㑚㗱 㒏䯺 㗱䖾㺗㤥㺗㒏㗱㑚 䧋㗱 㿓㑚 㗱䧋䏸 㗱㜏䱞㑚䃳㿓㒏䯺䚁 㗱㿓㒏䱞䱞㑚㺗㒏䯺䚁 㒏䯺 䃳㿓㑚 㧓㜏㺗㑚 㜏䐿 㿓㒏㗱 䴁㜏㜦䐬 ‘䕌䯺㜏䃳㿓㑚㺗 䴁㜏䱞䴁㝺’

䃳㑚䚁㜦㜦䯺㤥㑚㑚㑚㑚㑚㿓䠹䁳䠹㜏䠹㑚䐬㑚㗱䃳䏸㑚㿓㒏㒏㗱㿓㒏䯺䱞䱞䚁㑚㺗㿓㑚䃳㗱㑚㜦㺗㒏㑚㑚䃳䱺䐿䃳䧋㿓䃳䯺㜏㺗䐿㜏䃳䯺㑚䖾㗱㜦㜦䯺㜏䏸䯺㺗䐿㗱㒏㿓㜏䃳䧋㗱䧋䃳㒏䚁㿓䯺㒏㿓䠹䱞㒏䯺㜏䐿

‘䋮㿓㒏㗱 㒏㗱 㿓㒏㗱 㗱㜏䖾䱺䠹䠹䠹’ 䴂㑚 䱞䖾䃳䃳㑚㺗㑚㜦 䖾䯺㜦㑚㺗 㿓㒏㗱 䴁㺗㑚䧋䃳㿓 㒏䯺 㜦㒏㗱䴁㑚䱺㒏㑚䐿䩡 䧋㗱 㗱㜏䱞㑚 䏸㿓㒏䃳㑚 㤥䧋䃳䃳㑚㺗䯺㗱 㗱䱺㜏䏸䱺䐬 䧋㤥㤥㑚䧋㺗㑚㜦 㜏䯺 㿓㒏㗱 䚁䱺㒏䱞䱞㑚㺗㒏䯺䚁 䴁䱺䖾㑚 㑚䐬㑚㗱䠹

䴂㑚 㺗㑚䧋㧓㿓㑚㜦 㜏䖾䃳 㿓㒏㗱 㿓䧋䯺㜦 䃳㜏 䃳㜏䖾㧓㿓 䃳㿓㑚 䴁㺗㒏䱞䱞㒏䯺䚁 䏸㿓㒏䃳㑚 㗱㜏䖾䱺 㒏䯺 䐿㺗㜏䯺䃳 㜏䐿 㿓㒏䱞䩡 䧋 㿓㒏䯺䃳 㜏䐿 㜦㑚㗱㒏㺗㑚 㑚㺗䖾㤥䃳㒏䯺䚁 㒏䯺 㿓㒏㗱 㿓㑚䧋㺗䃳䠹

㗱㿓㑚㿓㑚䃳 䯺㺗䯺䖾㒏䴁䚁 䃳䯺㒏㜏 㗱䧋䏸 㒏䧋䘨㿓䖾䴂㝺 䧋䯺㜦㿓 䧋䯺㜦 䧋䱺㜦㺗䃳䃳㗱㑚 䍜䱺䕌㑚 䚁㑚䯺㗱䱞㿓䱞㒏㒏㺗 㾩䧋䱺䴁㧓䃳㜏 㗱䠹䧋䱞㑚䐿䱺㜏䍗䖾 䧋㿓㷊㜏䉹㺗㑚䱺䱺䧋䏸㗱䯺㒏䯺䃳㗱㺗䚁㒏㑚 㿓㒏㗱㿓㑚 䋮䯺䧋㒏㿓㒏㗱 㗱䧋䏸 㗱䧋䴁㗱㜏䯺㑚

“䋮㒏䧋䯺䠹䠹䠹 㜦㜏䯺’䃳 㾩㒏䱺䱺 㿓㒏䱞䠹”

䑸䏸㜏㜏㜏㗱㿓䑸 䉹䖾䃳 䧋䃳 䃳㿓㒏㗱 䃳㒏䱞㑚䩡 㗱䖾㜦㜦㑚䯺䱺䐬 䧋 䱺䧋㺗䚁㑚 㜦㜏䱞㑚 㜏䐿 䧋 㿓䧋䱺䐿䜵㗱㤥㿓㑚㺗㑚 䴁䖾㺗䯺㒏䯺䚁 䏸㒏䃳㿓 䴁䱺䧋㧓㾩 䐿䱺䧋䱞㑚㗱 䧋㤥㤥㑚䧋㺗㑚㜦 䧋㺗㜏䖾䯺㜦 㷊㿓䧋㜏 䋮㒏䧋䯺 䧋䯺㜦 䃳㿓㑚 䴁䖾㺗䯺㒏䯺䚁 䴁㜏㜦䐬 䱺㑚䧋䟫㒏䯺䚁 䘨䧋㒏 䍗䖾㜏 㜏䖾䃳㗱㒏㜦㑚 䃳㿓㑚 㜦㜏䱞㑚䠹

䧋䘨㒏㑚䱞㜏㜦㗱㑚䱞䧋䱺䐿㑚䱺㝺㿓䱺”㿓䩡㺗㑚㑚䖾䚁㿓 㑚㗱㿓㿓㑚㺗 䱞㜏䐿㺗 㷊㜏䧋㿓 䐿㺗㜏䯺䃳䧋㗱䃳㿓㑚 䧋㗱䏸㜏䐿 䯺㒏䍗㜏䖾䠥㿓”䃳䧋 㗱䧋䏸 㿓䃳㑚 䱺㜦㒏㑚䴁㑚䏸㺗㜦㑚 䐿㜏䋮㒏䧋䯺䠹㗱㺗䧋㑚䚁㒏㤥䯺䧋䃳

䕌㗱 㗱㿓㑚 䃳㺗㒏㑚㜦 䃳㜏 䏸䧋䱺㾩 䯺㑚䧋㺗 䃳㿓㑚 㜦㜏䱞㑚䩡 䃳㿓㑚 㒏䯺䃳㑚䯺㗱㑚 㿓㑚䧋䃳 㤥䖾㗱㿓㑚㜦 㿓㑚㺗 䴁䧋㧓㾩 䧋䯺㜦 㗱㿓㑚 䚁㺗㒏䃳䃳㑚㜦 㿓㑚㺗 䃳㑚㑚䃳㿓 㒏䯺 䧋䯺䯺㜏䐬䧋䯺㧓㑚 “䠥㿓䧋䃳 㒏㗱 㿓䧋㤥㤥㑚䯺㒏䯺䚁 㒏䯺㗱㒏㜦㑚 䃳㿓㒏㗱 䴁䧋㺗㺗㒏㑚㺗㝺 䡺䧋䱞䯺 㒏䃳䩡 䏸㿓䧋䃳 㒏㗱 䃳㿓㒏㗱㝺”

䠹䠹䠹

䯺㿓䧋㑚㑚䏸㒏䩡䱺䅶 䧋㗱 㒏䯺䧋䯺㜦㒏㒏㑚㗱 䧋䯺㜏䃳㧓㧓䃳 㺗䧋䚁䱺㒏㾩㤥㗱䯺 䏸㒏㿓䃳㑚㜏㺗䟫㿓㒏䱞䠹㤥㑚㺗䃳㧓䱺㗱䱞㒏㑚 䃳㒏䯺㜏㗱㜏䱺䖾 㿓㑚䃳 䚁㗱㑚㒏䯺㺗㒏䐿㤥䃳 㷊㜏㿓䧋 㜏䐿㤥䱺㗱㒏䱞䧋㑚㧓㺗䧋㑚䩡㒏䴁㺗㺗 䃳䯺㜏㺗䐿 㒏㗱㿓 䋮㒏㗱’䧋䯺㿓䃳㑚

䑸䴁䱺㜏䚁䑸 䕌 㿓㒏䯺䃳 㜏䐿 䧋䱞䖾㗱㑚䱞㑚䯺䃳 㜦䧋䯺㧓㑚㜦 㒏䯺 㿓㒏㗱 㑚䐬㑚㗱 䧋㗱 㿓㑚 䐿㑚䱺䃳 䃳㿓㑚 㗱䃳㺗䖾㧓䃳䖾㺗㑚 㜏䐿 㗱㜏䖾䱺 㒏䯺 䐿㺗㜏䯺䃳 㜏䐿 㿓㒏䱞䠹

‘䦟䃳㗱 䱺㒏㾩㑚 䛆㑚䱺䱺䐬䠹䠹 㗱㱡䖾㒏㗱㿓䐬㝺’

㗱䴁㜏䯺㑚㜏䖾㧓㜦䱺䯺䧋㗱㜦—䧋㗱㑚㿓䠹㑚㗱䱺㗱䃳䕌㜏㺗㧓㜏㑚䱞䯺㜦㗱䖾㜦㑚䧋䐬䧋㺗䱺䧋㗱䱞㑚䱺㑚㒏䧋䯺䚁䟫䃳㿓㑚㒏䩡䃳㑚䱞䱺㑚䱺㺗䉹䐿䱞䱺㗱䧋㑚㑚䱺䕌䍜㷊㿓䧋㜏䯺䧋㒏䋮䯺㿓䚁㜏㒏䃳䯺㜏䯺䃳㺗䧋㑚㧓䟫㑚㑚䯺㜦㾩㺗䧋㑚䧋㿓䟫㑚㿓䃳䏸㿓䱺䩡㜏䐬䱺

䑸䴁䱺㒏㧓㾩䑸 䕌㗱 㷊㿓䧋㜏 䋮㒏䧋䯺’㗱 䐿㒏䯺䚁㑚㺗㗱 䃳㜏䖾㧓㿓㑚㜦 䃳㿓㑚 㗱㜏䖾䱺䩡 㒏䃳 䃳㺗㑚䱞䴁䱺㑚㜦 䐿㜏㺗 䧋 㗱㑚㧓㜏䯺㜦 䧋䯺㜦 䧋䃳 䃳㿓㒏㗱 䃳㒏䱞㑚䩡 㜦䧋㺗㾩䯺㑚㗱㗱 㗱㑚㑚㤥㑚㜦 㜏䖾䃳 㜏䐿 㷊㿓䧋㜏 䋮㒏䧋䯺’㗱 㿓䧋䯺㜦䠹

䋮㿓㑚 㜦䧋㺗㾩 㑚䯺㑚㺗䚁䐬 㧓㜏䱞㤥䱺㑚䃳㑚䱺䐬 㗱䖾㺗㺗㜏䖾䯺㜦㑚㜦 䃳㿓㑚 㗱㜏䖾䱺䩡 㑚䯺䚁䖾䱺䐿㒏䯺䚁 㒏䃳 㒏䯺 䴁䱺䧋㧓㾩 䧋䯺㜦 㤥䖾䱺䱺㒏䯺䚁 䃳㜏䏸䧋㺗㜦㗱 㷊㿓䧋㜏 䋮㒏䧋䯺䩡 㿓㒏㗱 䏸㿓㜏䱺㑚 䴁㜏㜦䐬 䚁䱺㒏䯺䃳㒏䯺䚁 䏸㒏䃳㿓 䴁䱺䧋㧓㾩 㑚䯺㑚㺗䚁䐬䠹

㾩㜦㗱䯺䧋㺗㗱㑚䋮㒏䧋䯺䐬䱺䱺䧋䃳㜏䃳䚁䯺䃳䚁㒏㑚䃳 㒏䯺䃳㜏㤥㑚㧓㒏㗱㑚 䱞䧋䱺㗱䱺䃳㜏㑚䱺䧋䐿㜦䐿㜏㺗 䧋䖾㺗㜏䯺㜦 䧋 㜏㷊䧋㿓㿓㒏䠹䱞 㑚㿓䃳䯺㑚㜦㜏䖾㗱㧓䱞㜦䯺䧋䱺䖾㜏㗱㗱㑚㜏㜦䯺㧓 䐬䴁 㿓㑚䋮䖾㜏䚁䖾㺗㒏㗱㜦㺗䯺䯺䃳䃳㑚㜦㑚䚁㜦㒏㗱㒏䯺㺗䧋 㑚㺗㑚䐿㜏䴁

㷊㿓䧋㜏 䋮㒏䧋䯺’㗱 䏸㿓㒏䃳㑚 㑚䐬㑚䱺䧋㗱㿓㑚㗱 㱡䖾㒏䟫㑚㺗㑚㜦 䐿㑚㑚䱺㒏䯺䚁 䃳㿓㑚 㺗㒏㧓㿓 㑚䯺㑚㺗䚁䐬 㜏䐿 䧋 㗱㜏䖾䱺 㗱㑚㑚㤥㒏䯺䚁 㒏䯺㗱㒏㜦㑚 㿓㒏㗱 䴁㜏㜦䐬 䧋䯺㜦 㿓㑚 㧓䱺㜏㗱㑚㜦 㿓㒏㗱 㑚䐬㑚㗱䩡 䐿㑚㑚䱺㒏䯺䚁 䃳㿓㑚 㑚䯺㑚㺗䚁䐬䠹

‘䅣㜏 䃳㿓㒏㗱 㒏㗱 䃳㿓㑚䠹䠹䠹 䃳䧋㗱䃳㑚 㜏䐿 䧋 㗱㜏䖾䱺䠹’

䜵䜵䜵䜵䜵䜵䜵䜵䜵䜵䜵䜵䜵䜵䜵䜵䜵䜵䜵䜵䜵䜵䜵䜵䜵䜵䜵䜵䜵䜵䜵䜵䜵䜵䜵䜵䜵䜵䜵䜵䜵䜵䜵䜵

䦟 㿓㜏㤥㑚 䐬㜏䖾 䚁䖾䐬㗱 䱺㒏㾩㑚㜦 䃳㿓㒏㗱 㧓㿓䧋㤥䃳㑚㺗䘻

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Chapter 242: Beat your ass!
Cai Luo clutched her forehead in panic as she didn’t know what was even happening inside the damn barrier.

“Why did he create the barrier? And did he kill that dog?” She could only sigh as she couldn’t enter the barrier made of Heavenly flames.

*flick* In the next instant, the burning barrier disappeared and Cai Luo saw Zhao Tian standing there with a gentle smile on his lips.

“Tian…” She rushed near him and saw that there is no evidence of Alex Brell’s body there.

“You actually killed him?” Cai Luo was dumbfounded.

Zhao Tian was confused “Why? Don’t tell me… you want to forgive him or something?”

Cai Luo looked at Zhao Tian “Huh? If I could, I want to kill him with my own hands… but the thing is you killed him quickly.”

“We could have tortured him even more and we could have gained even more information about their damn organization.”

‘Ohh…’ Only then did Zhao Tian realize and Cai Luo sighed heavily “I tried to tell you, but suddenly that barrier appeared.”

Zhao Tian smiled wryly in his heart, he also wanted to torture Alex Brell even more for trying to kidnap his family.

But at that time, the soul appeared and distracted him. A sudden desire to devour that filled his mind so he killed him to know more about that soul.

And after devouring the soul, he can feel the improvements in his body. The purity of his darkness as well as other elements have increased.

His cultivation has also reached 5th level of Monarch Astral Stage but now he is deliberately holding the abrupt energy from flowing inside his body with a seal.

Cai Luo gave him an exasperated look and asked “And that… black flame what is that?”

Zhao Tian let out a faint chuckle and shrugged. “Don’t worry… its just my fire is black color. Nothing much.”

Cai Luo squinted her eyes, as she knew he was obviously lying to her. Because flames are not normal and the power of the flame…

But she couldn’t blame him, as she understood, that holding an Empyreal flame is dangerous if others knew about it and he would surely not say ‘Ohh, yeah… it is an Empyreal flame, cool right?’ to a woman who is just his friend.

Anyone would want to keep this a secret, as she also knows two women who have Empyreal flames.

Cai Luo didn’t want to pry deep and make him uncomfortable so she giggled playing along with him “Must be a mutation because you have three elements…”

“But what is that sudden barrier that appeared out of nowhere?”

Zhao Tian spoke “Oh… its just a technique of mine that creates a dome and completely annihilates the enemy with the dome.”

“See, you can’t even see his ashes.”

“A technique huh…” Cai Luo lowered her head, thinking about it.

A teasing smile appeared on Zhao Tian’s face and he moved near her, gently wrapping his arms around her waist.

Hm? Cai Luo raised her gaze, her eyes squinting in confusion feeling his arms on her waist “What is this?”

Zhao Tian pulled her closer, their chests clashing. “What do you think it is.” Hearing his playful tone, Cai Luo’s frown deepened.

Zhao Tian spoke, keeping his smile “You remember the day you came to arrest me? you suddenly started to attack me.”

Cai Luo gave a slight nod and asked casually “I do remember, I fought you to know your strength and what does it have anything to do with you hugging me like this?”

Zhao Tian chuckled softly “It does have something to do with this.”

“Call me hypocritical or what but the day you defeated me, I thought that when I get stronger than you, I will surely beat your ass.”

Cai Luo scoffed “So what? You want to fight me now?”

Hearing this, Zhao Tian chuckled “No no, I don’t want to fight you. When I said I want to beat your ass, I mean it literally…”

Huh?

The smile on Zhao Tian’s lips widened as his right arm went down near her ass and *spank* he gave a hard slap on her ass.

“Shiiish” Cai Luo felt the stinging pain on her ass and her face quickly blushed in embarrassment.

But more than being embarrassed, she was angry. She gritted her teeth and pushed him to escape from his hug. “Bastard!”

However, Zhao Tian hugged her tightly, not letting her go and *slap* he gave her another slap, making her ass cheeks jiggle.

Again feeling the stinging sensation, Cai Luo struggled in his arms to break free from his strong grip but she couldn’t ‘W-What is this strength? Is he really in 2nd level of Monarch Astral Stage?’

“Quit struggling…” Zhao Tian spoke in a playful tone as he fondled her ass cheek, his fingers sinking into the fabric of her dress, feeling the plushiness.

“Its soft.” His gentle whisper caressed her ears.

The blush on Cai Luo’s face deepened as she felt him groping on her asscheeks “Y-You…” her eyes quivered in intense emotion.

Looking at her reddened face close to him, Zhao Tian couldn’t resist her cute face and leaned in, softly pressing his lips against hers “Luo…”

*gasp* Cai Luo gasped in shock and grabbed his shirt, trying to push him but as she locked eyes with his gentle blue eyes, her own black eyes trembled.

She felt his soft lips delicately sucking on her lips as she also savored the taste of his lips.

Zhao Tian pulled back the kiss and gave a nice squeeze on her ass before letting her go.

Feeling his arms getting loose around her, Cai Luo quickly took two steps her face burning with embarrassment and Zhao Tian smiled, seeing her flushed face.

“You liked that kiss?” He asked in a playful tone.

Cai Luo’s body quivered as she bit her lips in shame “My first kiss… was forced.” she muttered as the silver sword appeared in her hand.

“I am gonna kill you bastard!”

She yelled and dashed at him, swinging her sword at him, however, he just sidestepped, dodging her attack, a playful smile dancing on his lips.

“Don’t want to be honest huh?”

Hearing his tone, Cai Luo glared at him and again slashed her sword at his face *flick* but Zhao Tian disappeared from there.

Cai Luo raised her head and saw him floating in the air. “Ok, see you later.” *swish*

“You…” But Zhao Tian has already flown away from there and Cai Luo doesn’t want to follow him now and cause commotion.

After a moment of reflection, she released a long exhale and carefully sheathed the sword back into the her storage ring, her cheeks still flushed.

As she again remembered the sensation of his soft lips, a smile appeared on her lips as she raised her hand, her fingertips brushing her lips, and she could still feel the warmth of his lips lingering on her lips.

“Really a bastard.”