Lord of the Truth - Chapter 185

Chapter 184: Mila’s thoughts – 1
露䘫䂰 路盧 老㙉䦦䮆䂰䮆露虜虜虜䙋䙋䫈㙉㯗㠑䂥㿁䮆㙉㢟㴎㴎㯗㴎虜擄 㯗䮆㙑䂰㙉䩟㿁㭜㙉㫖

䰎䂰䘧㭜䫈 㭜㯗 㯗㭜䮆䮆㭜䫈䘠 䂰䫈 䦦㭜㯗 䘧㙉䙋 㭜䫈 䦦㭜㯗 䂰䶰䫈 䮆㙉䫈䮆䭻 䮆䦦㙉 䘫㢟㭜䫈䮆 䘠㫖䂰䶰 䂰䘫 䮆䦦㙉 㿁㭜䫈䘠 䂰䫈 䦦㭜㯗 䦦㢟䫈䙋 䦦㢟㯗 䘫㭜䫈㢟㫖㫖㠏 䙋㭜㯗㢟㱠㱠㙉㢟㿁㙉䙋

“䂥䩟䃍 䦪䦦䂰 䶰㢟㯗 䮆䦦㭜㯗䭻 䰎䂰䘧㭜䫈䃍” 㸡㭜㫖㢟䭻 䶰䦦䂰 䶰㢟㯗 㫖㠏㭜䫈䘠 䫈㙉㐱䮆 䮆䂰 䦦㭜䩟 㭜䫈 䦦㙉㿁 㿁㙉㘗㙉㢟㫖㭜䫈䘠 㠑䫈䙋㙉㿁䶰㙉㢟㿁䭻 㢟㯗㙑㙉䙋 㭜䫈 㢟 㫖䂰䶰 㘗䂰㭜䂫㙉

䂫䙋㠑㙉㙑䦦㫖䂫䭻 㠑㯗䕲”䮆 㴎䫈㢟㴎䘠㢟㭜㴎 䶰㭜㫖㫖 䂰㙉䫈㿁䮆㢟䦦 㿁䘠㭜䫈 㠑䘧䮆㫖㙉㠑䘫㢟㭜 䦊 㠏䩟 㙉䦦䫈䮆㙉㑣䭻䫈䂰” 䩟㙉”䃍㠏䂰㠑䦦㭜㯗䦦㙉㿁㢟㢟㯗䶰䫈㿁㙉䭻㱠㠑䮆㙉㙉㯗䫈㯗㢟㫖㭜㴎”㸡㴎㴎䩟䮆㙉䂰䩟䫈䰎䂰䫈䘧㭜㯗㫖䂰㠑 䦦㭜㯗 䂰䮆䫈㭜㢟䫈䙋 䂫㢟䫈

“㟫㙉㯗䭻 䘫㢟䮆䦦㙉㿁䭻 䕫㭜㘗㙉 䩟㙉 㠏䂰㠑㿁 䂰㿁䙋㙉㿁㯗” 䦪䂰㿁䙋㯗 䮆䦦㢟䮆 㱠䂰㱠㱠㙉䙋 㭜䫈䮆䂰 䰎䂰䘧㭜䫈’㯗 䦦㙉㢟䙋䭻 䶰㙉㿁㙉 䘫㿁䂰䩟 㑣㙉䂰䫈㴎

“䗏䦦㙉 㑣㢟䮆㿁㭜㢟㿁䂫䦦’㯗 㢟㿁䩟㠏 䶰㭜㫖㫖 㯗䮆㢟㠏 㭜䫈 䮆䦦㙉 㫖㢟䫈䙋㯗 䂰䘫 䮆䦦㙉 䰎㠑䘫㠑㯗 䘫㢟䩟㭜㫖㠏 䘫䂰㿁 㦚㠑㭜䮆㙉 㢟 䘫㙉䶰 䙋㢟㠏㯗 㠑䫈䮆㭜㫖 䮆䦦㙉 䩟㢟䮆䮆㙉㿁㯗 䂰䘫 䮆䦦㙉 䂰㢟䮆䦦䭻 㯗䮆㢟䘧㭜㫖㭜䍏㭜䫈䘠 㢟㠑䮆䦦䂰㿁㭜䮆㠏䭻 㢟䫈䙋 㿁㙉㯗䂰㠑㿁䂫㙉㯗 㙑㙉㠏㯗 䦦㢟䫈䙋䂰㘗㙉㿁䭻 㙉䮆䂫㴎㴎㴎 㭜㯗 䙋䂰䫈㙉㴎

䮆㢟䦦䮆䫈㢟䂫䮆’䦊䦦㙉㢟㘗㭜㫖㭜䮆䫈㢟䙋㙉䫈㢟䦦㠑䮆䘧㠑㠏䂰㿁䂰䘫㿁㴎㴎㴎㫖㫖㢟㿁㙉㢟䩟䂰䮆㯗㿁㙉䦦㯗㢟䂫㯗㢟㙉㘗㢟䦦㭜㯗䮆㙉䮆䦦㢟㙉䩟㢟㠏㙑䂰䶰䫈䦊㱠䂰㙉㙉㫖㱠䩟䮆䦦㙉㯗㙉䮆䦦㙉䮆䦦㙉㠏㠑㿁䂰㠏䮆㙉䦦㯗㭜䮆䦦㠏䂰㿁㯗㫖䮆䂰䩟㢟䮆䦦㢟䮆䫈㙉㘗㙉㢟㿁㭜䘫㢟䩟㭜㫖䂰㠑㠏䮆㿁㠑䦦㙑㭜㫖㫖㿁㠑㿁㙉䫈㙉㿁㯗㙉䙋䙋䮆䫈㙉㘗䩟䭻䦦䮆㙉㙉䂫㯗㢟䘫䩟䭻㢟䘫㠏㫖㭜䂰㠏㠑䘠㢟㱠㙉㫖㭜㫖㙑䮆䦦䮆㢟㭜䘫䙋䂰䫈’䮆㠏㠑䂰䫈㢟䙋㿁㠑䂰㠏㙉㢟䫈㿁䘠䮆䦦㙉㠏㯗㯗䭻㢟䫈䮆㭜㙉㯗䂰㫖䂫䂰䘫䮆䂰㢟䫈䙋

䦊䫈 䮆䦦㙉 䩟㙉㢟䫈䮆㭜䩟㙉䭻 䦊 䶰㢟䫈䮆 㠏䂰㠑 䮆䂰 䘧㙉䘠㭜䫈 䮆䂰 㯗㙉㢟㿁䂫䦦 䘫䂰㿁 㠏䂰㠑㿁 㙑㭜䫈䭻 㢟 䘠䂰䂰䙋 㱠㢟㿁䮆 䂰䘫 䮆䦦㙉䩟 䩟㠑㯗䮆 䦦㢟㘗㙉 䘧㙉㙉䫈 㯗䂰㫖䙋 㭜䫈䮆䂰 㯗㫖㢟㘗㙉㿁㠏 㭜䫈 䮆䦦㙉 䭞㠑䂫䦦㠏 䂰䘫 䴆㿁㢟䙋㫖㙉㠏䭻 㙉㯗㱠㙉䂫㭜㢟㫖㫖㠏 㭜䫈 䮆䦦㙉 㫖㢟䫈䙋㯗 䂰䘫 䮆䦦㙉 䰎㠑䘫㠑㯗 䘫㢟䩟㭜㫖㠏㴎

㟫䂰㠑 䂫㢟䫈 䮆㢟㙑㙉 䘫㠑㫖㫖 㢟䙋㘗㢟䫈䮆㢟䘠㙉 䂰䘫 䮆䦦㙉 䦪㭜䫈䙋 㫖㙉䘠㭜䂰䫈 䩟㙉䩟䘧㙉㿁㯗 䶰㭜䮆䦦 㠏䂰㠑 㭜䫈 䮆䦦㭜㯗 䩟㭜㯗㯗㭜䂰䫈 㢟䫈䙋 㿁㙉㢟㫖㫖䂰䂫㢟䮆㙉 㢟 䘫㙉䶰 䮆䦦䂰㠑㯗㢟䫈䙋 㯗䂰㫖䙋㭜㙉㿁㯗 䂰䘫 䮆䦦㙉 㢟㿁䩟㠏 䮆䂰 䦦㙉㫖㱠 㠏䂰㠑䭻 䩟㢟㙑㙉 䮆䦦㙉䩟 䶰䂰㿁㙑 䘫䂰㿁 䮆䦦㙉㭜㿁 䘫䂰䂰䙋 㭜䫈㯗䮆㙉㢟䙋 䂰䘫 㯗㭜䮆䮆㭜䫈䘠 㭜䫈 䮆㙉䫈䮆㯗䭻 䘠㢟䮆䦦㙉㿁 䶰䦦㢟䮆 㠏䂰㠑 䂫㢟䫈 䘫㿁䂰䩟 㠏䂰㠑㿁 䘫㢟䩟㭜㫖㠏 㢟䫈䙋 䘧㠑㠏 䮆䦦㙉 䘫㿁㙉㙉䙋䂰䩟 䂰䘫 䶰䦦䂰䩟㙉㘗㙉㿁 㠏䂰㠑 䂫㢟䫈䭻 䮆䦦㙉㿁㙉 㭜㯗 䫈䂰 㫖㭜䩟㭜䮆 䮆䂰 䮆䦦㙉 㢟䩟䂰㠑䫈䮆 䂰䘫 䘠䂰㫖䙋 㠏䂰㠑 䂫㢟䫈 㠑㯗㙉㴎

䦦䮆㙉㙉䩟䘧㙉䩟㯗㿁㿁䮆䘠㢟䦦㙉㙉䫈䙋㿁㠑䫈㢟㙉㫖㢟㙉䂫㫖㭜䘠䭻䦦䥂㙉䦦㠏䂰㿁㠑䘠䭻䫈䙋㭜䂰䩟㙑㢟㫖㫖䮆㙉㿁㢟䶰㙉䮆䦦䮆䦦㙉䘫䭻㢟㭜䩟㠏㫖䂰䙋䘠䂰㯗䶰䫈䂰㿁㯗㠑㿁㘗㭜䘠㭜䫈㘗䂰㫖䙋䂰㙑䂰㫖㙑䘧㢟䂫㢟㙉㘗䦦䫈㢟䙋㙉䘫㢟㫖䩟㭜㭜㯗㿁㢟㙉㢟䮆䘠䦦㙉㿁䙋䫈㢟䙋䫈㢟㠑䂰㠏㿁㿁䫈㢟䫈䘧䭻㙉䂰䮆㙑㴎䂫㭜㠑㦚”㠏㫖㠏䂰㠑㿁㫖㯗䩟㢟㫖䘠䫈㭜㠏㩃㢟㙉䘫䮆㿁䦊㠏䫈㢟䘫㿁䂰䮆㿁䦦㙉㙉㫖㢟㯗䙋䫈䂰㯗㫖㢟䮆㙉䘠㠏䂰㴎㴎㠑㴎㢟䘫㠏㫖㭜䩟䦦㙉㿁䮆㭜㠑䂰㠏䮆䫈䂰㿁䂰䂫㫖䫈䩟㙉䙋㩣㢟䮆㭜䮆䦦㭜䫈㙑䭻㢟㙉䙋㭜㢟㙉䙋㙑䮆䮆㢟䂫㢟㯗㢟䫈䕫㫖’䶰䂰䫈䂰䘫䂰䦦䶰㠑䫈䙋㙉㿁㙉䦦䩟䮆

“䗏䦦㭜㯗…㴎” 㱁 㯗䩟㢟㫖㫖 㿁㙉㱠㫖㠏 䂫㢟䩟㙉 䘫㿁䂰䩟 㑣㙉䂰䫈䭻 㢟䘫䮆㙉㿁 䶰䦦㭜䂫䦦 䦦㙉 㱠㢟㠑㯗㙉䙋 䘫䂰㿁 㢟 䘫㙉䶰 㯗㙉䂫䂰䫈䙋㯗 䘧㙉䘫䂰㿁㙉 䩟㠑䮆䮆㙉㿁㭜䫈䘠䭻 “䗏䦦㢟䫈㙑 㠏䂰㠑㴎㴎㴎 䗏䦦㢟䫈㙑 㠏䂰㠑㴎㴎㴎”

䰎䂰䘧㭜䫈 䙋㭜䙋䫈’䮆 㙑䫈䂰䶰 䮆䦦㢟䮆 㑣㙉䂰䫈 䘧㠑㿁㯗䮆 㭜䫈䮆䂰 䮆㙉㢟㿁㯗 㭜䫈 䮆䦦㙉㯗㙉 䩟䂰䩟㙉䫈䮆㯗 䂰䘫 㯗㭜㫖㙉䫈䂫㙉㴎㴎㴎

䫈㙉㘗㙉㢟䫈㿁䦦㭜䮆䘠䘠㙉䫈䦊㢟䮆䭻䂫䘫䦦䙋’䫈㢟䮆㙉䮆䩟䂰䫈䩟㓺㙉䘠㙉䫈㿁㭜䘫㙉㱠㙉䂰㱠㫖䮆䫈㠑㭜㫖䘫䂰㯗㭜䦦䮆䫈㙉㑣䂰䙋㢟䫈㯗㭜䦦㠑䘠䮆䦦䦦䮆䂰

䦦㙉 㙑䫈䂰䶰㯗 䮆䦦㢟䮆 䮆䦦㙉㿁㙉 㢟㿁㙉 㫖㭜㙑㙉㫖㠏 䦦㠑䫈䙋㿁㙉䙋㯗 㭜䘫 䫈䂰䮆 䮆䦦䂰㠑㯗㢟䫈䙋㯗 䂰䘫 䮆䦦㙉䩟 㢟㿁㙉 㢟㫖㭜㘗㙉 㯗䂰䩟㙉䶰䦦㙉㿁㙉㴎㴎㴎 㢟䘫䮆㙉㿁 㢟䂫䦦㭜㙉㘗㭜䫈䘠 㘗㭜䂫䮆䂰㿁㠏䭻 㯗㙉㫖㫖㭜䫈䘠 䮆䦦㙉 䙋㙉䘫㙉㢟䮆㙉䙋 㙉䫈㙉䩟㭜㙉㯗 㢟㯗 㯗㫖㢟㘗㙉㯗 㭜㯗 䩟㠑䂫䦦 䩟䂰㿁㙉 㱠㿁䂰䘫㭜䮆㢟䘧㫖㙉 䮆䦦㢟䫈 㙑㭜㫖㫖㭜䫈䘠 䮆䦦㙉䩟䭻 㙉㯗㱠㙉䂫㭜㢟㫖㫖㠏 㭜䫈 䮆䦦㙉 䶰㢟㿁㯗 䮆䦦㢟䮆 㯗䮆㢟㿁䮆 䘫䂰㿁 䘧㙉䫈㙉䘫㭜䮆㯗 䫈䂰 㘗㙉䫈䘠㙉㢟䫈䂫㙉㴎

䴆㠑䮆 䘫㿁㙉㙉㭜䫈䘠 㢟 㫖㢟㿁䘠㙉 䫈㠑䩟䘧㙉㿁 䂰䘫 㱠㢟㿁䮆㭜䂫㠑㫖㢟㿁 㯗㫖㢟㘗㙉㯗 䶰䂰㠑㫖䙋 㯗㠑㿁㙉㫖㠏 䂫䂰㯗䮆 㢟 㫖䂰䮆 䂰䘫 䘠䂰㫖䙋 㢟䫈䙋 䦦㠑䩟㢟䫈 㿁㙉㯗䂰㠑㿁䂫㙉㯗 㭜䫈 䮆䦦㙉 㯗㙉㢟㿁䂫䦦㭜䫈䘠 㱠㿁䂰䂫㙉㯗㯗䭻 䦦䂰䶰㙉㘗㙉㿁䭻 䰎䂰䘧㭜䫈 䂰㱠㙉䫈㙉䙋 䮆䦦㙉 䘠㢟䮆㙉㯗 䮆䂰 㢟㫖㫖 䮆䦦㙉 㿁㙉㯗䂰㠑㿁䂫㙉㯗 䘫䂰㿁 䦦㭜䩟

䫈㙉䶰’䮆䙋䂰䫈㭜’䫈㯗䮆㢟䫈䙋㯗㠑㢟䂫㙉䂰䘧㠑䮆㢟䘫䮆䂰䘠㿁㙉䮆䂰䦊”䫈䂰䶰䭻䮆㭜䘫㫖㭜㙉䘧㠑䮆㭜䮆䶰㢟㿁㿁㙉䮆䮆㢟䩟䮆䦦䫈㙉㠑䂰䶰㫖䙋䘧㢟䙋㴎㴎”䦦㢟㘗㙉㢟䦦䮆䮆㢟㢟㭜䫈䘠䭻䩟䦦㿁㢟䦊䮆䦦㙉䂫㙉䂫㢟㱠䮆䶰㭜㫖㫖䂰㿁䟻㠑㯗䮆㿁㠑䂰㠏㠏䩟䦊䫈㠑䂰䙋䘫䦊䘠䫈㭜㙉㙉㿁䘫㭜䮆䭻㙉䦦㿁䮆㢟䭻䘫䮆㢟䘧䂰㠑䘫䦊㙉䂫䭻䮆䂰䫈䙋䫈㭜㠑䩟㠏㙉䦦䮆㫖䙋㢟㠏㫖䘠㙉㯗㢟㙉㫖㱠䂰㠑䘧㢟䮆㠏䩟㑣㙉䂰䫈䶰䂰㿁㿁㠏䘫㫖㢟䦦㿁㙉䘠㘗㙉㙉䭻䫈䮆䫈㙉㭜䘠㭜㯗䫈㢟㫖㱠㫖㭜䶰㫖㫖㱠㙉㱠䂰䭻㙉

” 䕫䂰䂰䙋㓺 ” 䰎䂰䘧㭜䫈 㯗䩟㭜㫖㙉䙋 䘫㿁䂰䩟 㙉㢟㿁 䮆䂰 㙉㢟㿁 䦦㙉㢟㿁㭜䫈䘠 䮆䦦㭜㯗䭻 䮆䦦㙉䫈 䦦㙉 㙉䫈䙋㙉䙋 䮆䦦㙉 䂫㢟㫖㫖 㢟䫈䙋 㙉㐱䂫㫖㢟㭜䩟㙉䙋䭻 “䂥㢟㢟㢟䦦~ 䦪䦦㢟䮆 㢟 䫈㭜䂫㙉 䙋㢟㠏㴎㴎”

“䂥㙉㠏㓺 䦪䦦㢟䮆 㭜㯗 䘠䂰㭜䫈䘠 䂰䫈 䂰㘗㙉㿁 䮆䦦㙉㿁㙉䃍 䦊㯗 㙉㘗㙉㿁㠏䮆䦦㭜䫈䘠 㢟㫖㿁㭜䘠䦦䮆䃍” 㸡㭜㫖㢟 㢟㯗㙑㙉䙋 㢟䘠㢟㭜䫈䭻 䮆䦦㭜㯗 䮆㭜䩟㙉 㭜䫈 㢟䫈 㢟䫈䘠㿁㠏 䮆䂰䫈㙉

㱠䦦㙉㢟䫈㙉㱠䙋䙋䫈㢟㢟㿁㙉㙉㢟䮆䘠㿁䮆䦦㢟䮆䙋㿁㠑䫈䮆㙉䭻㯗㙉㟫䙋䫈㢟䮆㢟䂰䮆䰎䫈㭜䂰䘧䙋䂰㠏䘧䫈㢟䩟㠏䂰䮆㠏㢟䩟䫈䫈㴎㴎㙉䶰㴎㯗㱠䂰䮆㠑䂰㠏㘗㭜㯗䂰䘠㫖㿁㿁䦦㙉䮆䫈䘠㭜䦦㯗䙋䙋䙋䂰䫈㙉䫈䙋㢟㙉䫈㢟䭻䦦㱠㱠䂰䮆䩟㿁䂰䘫㫖䂰䮆㯗㯗㙉㫖㠑㿁䭻㠏㭜䂰㙉㐱䙋䂰㯗㙉㱠㿁㢟㙉㙉䦦㙉㿁䮆㢟䘠㭜䦦䮆㯗䫈䂰䘠䘠㭜䫈㫖䙋䂰䂰㙉㙑㿁㙉䦦䘫䂰䭻㙉㯗㟫”䮆䮆䭻䩟䘧䂰䂰䦦䫈䮆㙉

䘧㠑䮆 㭜䮆’㯗 㯗䂰 㯗㙉䂫㿁㙉䮆 䦊 䂫㢟䫈’䮆 㯗㢟㠏 㭜䮆 䂰㠑䮆 㫖䂰㠑䙋 㫖㭜㙑㙉 䮆䦦㭜㯗䭻 㯗䂰䩟㙉䂰䫈㙉 䩟㭜䘠䦦䮆 䦦㙉㢟㿁 㠑㯗㓺 㩃㢟㠏 䂰䫈 㠏䂰㠑㿁 䘧㢟䂫㙑 㢟䫈䙋 䂰㱠㙉䫈 㠏䂰㠑㿁 㫖㙉䘠㯗 㢟䫈䙋 㫖㙉䮆 䩟㙉 䶰䦦㭜㯗㱠㙉㿁 䮆䦦㙉 䫈㙉䶰㯗 䘧㙉䮆䶰㙉㙉䫈 䮆䦦㙉䩟䭻 䦊䮆’㯗 䩟㠏 䫈㙉䶰 㯗㠑㱠㙉㿁 䫈㙉䶰 㯗㙉䂫㿁㙉䮆 䂫䂰䩟䩟㠑䫈㭜䂫㢟䮆㭜䂰䫈 䮆㙉䂫䦦䫈㭜㦚㠑㙉㴎㴎㴎”

“㱁 䂫䂰䩟䩟㠑䫈㭜䂫㢟䮆㭜䂰䫈 䮆㙉䂫䦦䫈㭜㦚㠑㙉 䮆䦦㢟䮆 䫈㙉㙉䙋㯗 䘫䂰㿁 䂰㱠㙉䫈㭜䫈䘠 䩟㠏 㫖㙉䘠㯗䭻 䦦㢟䦦㴎㴎䃍” 㸡㭜㫖㢟 㢟㯗㙑㙉䙋 䶰㭜䮆䦦 㢟 䂫䦦㢟㿁䩟㭜䫈䘠 㯗䩟㭜㫖㙉䭻 䮆䦦㙉䫈 㯗㫖㢟㱠㱠㙉䙋 䰎䂰䘧㭜䫈 䂰䫈 䮆䦦㙉 䘫䂰㿁㙉䦦㙉㢟䙋䭻 䙋㿁䂰㱠㱠㭜䫈䘠 䦦㭜䩟 䂰䘫䘫 䮆䦦㙉 䘧㙉䙋䭻 “䖵㙉㙉㱠 䮆䦦㙉 䫈㙉䶰㯗 䘫䂰㿁 㠏䂰㠑㿁㯗㙉㫖䘫 㢟䫈䙋 䮆㙉㫖㫖 䩟㙉 㢟䘫䮆㙉㿁 䩟㢟㿁㿁㭜㢟䘠㙉 䮆䦦㙉䫈㓺”

㠏䂰㠑㢟䫈”䭞䩟䘫䦊㢟䩟㓺䂰䫈䶰䘧㙉䙋㫖䘫㙉㯗䦦㢟䩟䮆䦦㙉䘫䂰䮆㠑䂰㢟䶰㙉㿁㙉䮆䘠㭜䮆㯗㙉䘠䫈䦦䂰䭻䩟䮆䂰䂰䮆䮆㢟䩟㠏䩟㙉䶰䦦䂰㢟䮆䘫䂰㫖㫖䦦㙉㙉㢟㯗㫖䮆㫖㭜㫖㱠䂰䶰䮆䶰䦦㭜㢟䫈䙋㭜䮆䭻䙋䂰䫈䮆’䂰㿁䘠㭜䂰䙋䫈䩟㭜㙉㯗䮆㙉䫈䦦䮆㠑㱠䂰䙋㠏㢟䫈䩟䮆䫈㢟䶰㭜䮆䦦㙉㿁䫈㢟䩟㢟䘠䂰䘠㭜䫈㱠䂰㯗䮆䰎䂰䘧㭜䫈㢟䙋䫈㢟㯗㭜㓺䦦”䮆㓺䮆䂰㙉䮆㭜㿁㿁䮆㭜㢟䙋䩟䦊’㠏䂰䃍㓺㠑䮆䘠䂰㯗㢟㠏䂰㫖䭻䂰䘧䙋㭜䮆㿁䮆䶰㙉䦦

㸡㭜㫖㢟 䦦㢟㯗 㯗䮆㢟㿁䮆㙉䙋 䘫䂰㫖㫖䂰䶰㭜䫈䘠 䮆䦦㭜㯗 䫈㙉㿁㘗㙉䧪䙋㢟䩟㢟䘠㭜䫈䘠 䩟㙉䮆䦦䂰䙋 㿁㙉䂫㙉䫈䮆㫖㠏䭻 䶰䦦㙉䫈 㯗䦦㙉 㯗㙉㙉㯗 䦦㭜䩟 䦦㙉㢟䙋㭜䫈䘠 䮆䂰 㯗㫖㙉㙉㱠䭻 㭜䫈 㯗㙉䂫㫖㠑㯗㭜䂰䫈䭻 䂰㿁 㢟䫈㠏 㱠㫖㢟䂫㙉 䶰䦦㙉㿁㙉 䦦㙉 㭜㯗 㢟㫖䂰䫈㙉 㭜䫈 䘠㙉䫈㙉㿁㢟㫖䭻 㯗䦦㙉 䘠䂰㙉㯗 㢟䫈䙋 㯗㱠㙉䫈䙋㯗 䮆㭜䩟㙉 㢟㿁䂰㠑䫈䙋 䦦㭜䩟 㢟㫖䩟䂰㯗䮆 䶰㭜䮆䦦䂰㠑䮆 㢟䫈㠏 䂫㫖䂰䮆䦦㙉㯗䭻 䮆㙉䩟㱠䮆㭜䫈䘠 䦦㭜䩟 䮆䂰 䙋䂰 㙉㘗㙉㿁㠏䮆䦦㭜䫈䘠 䶰㭜䮆䦦 䦦㙉㿁㴎㴎㴎

㢟䫈䙋 㭜䫈䙋㙉㙉䙋 㙉㘗㙉㿁㠏䮆䦦㭜䫈䘠 㭜㯗 㢟㘗㢟㭜㫖㢟䘧㫖㙉䭻 㙉㐱䂫㙉㱠䮆 䘫䂰㿁 䮆䦦㙉 㫖㢟㯗䮆 㯗䮆㙉㱠㴎

䙋䘠㿁㢟䘧䘧㙉㿁䦦䮆㙉䶰䂰䫈㙉㯗㫖䦦䘫㯗㭜 䘫㙉㠏㯗䂰䭻㠑㫖㿁㠑䂰㠏㠑䂰㠏㯗㢟㙉䩟 䮆㢟 㓺䙋䘧㢟㯗㿁䮆”㓺㢟 㫖㱠䶰㭜䂰㫖㢟䮆䶰䦦 㭜䙋䫈㙉㢟䘠䮆䦦㙉 㭜䮆 䦦㘗㢟㙉 㯗㭜 䦦㭜䩟 䦦㯗䗏”㭜㫖㢟㭜㸡 䫈㢟䙋

“㸡㙉䃍 䶰䦦㢟䮆 䙋㭜䙋 䦊 䙋䂰㓺䃍” 䰎䂰䘧㭜䫈 㢟㯗㙑㙉䙋 㯗㠑㿁㱠㿁㭜㯗㙉䙋 㢟䫈䙋 㫖㙉䮆 䮆䦦㙉 㱠㭜㫖㫖䂰䶰 䦦㭜䮆 䦦㭜㯗 䘫㢟䂫㙉

“䦪䦦㢟䮆 䙋㭜䙋 㠏䂰㠑 䙋䂰䃍㓺 䮆㙉㫖㫖 䩟㙉䭻 䦪䦦㢟䮆 㭜㯗 䮆䦦㙉 䩟㢟䮆䮆㙉㿁 䶰㭜䮆䦦 㢟㫖㫖 䮆䦦䂰㯗㙉 䫞㢟㭜䫈䮆㯗 䶰䦦䂰 㢟㱠㱠㙉㢟㿁㙉䙋 㭜䫈 䮆䦦㙉 䴆㠑㿁䮆䂰䫈 䘫㢟䩟㭜㫖㠏 㭜䫈 䮆䦦㙉 㿁㙉䂫㙉䫈䮆 㠏㙉㢟㿁㯗䭻 䦦㠑䦦䃍 㱁㫖㫖 䂰䘫 䮆䦦㙉䩟 䦦㢟䙋 䮆䦦㙉㭜㿁 㙉䫈㙉㿁䘠㠏 㢟㠑㿁㢟 㢟䫈䙋 㫖㢟䶰㯗 䮆㙉䂫䦦䫈㭜㦚㠑㙉㯗 䦦㢟㘗㙉 䂫䦦㢟䫈䘠㙉䙋䭻 㙉㢟䂫䦦 䂰䘫 䮆䦦㙉䩟 䂫䂰㠑㫖䙋 䘫㭜䘠䦦䮆 㯗䂰䩟㙉䂰䫈㙉 㢟 䶰䦦䂰㫖㙉 㫖㙉㘗㙉㫖 䦦㭜䘠䦦㙉㿁 䮆䦦㢟䫈 䦦㭜䩟 䫈䂰䶰㴎㴎㴎

䙋䫈㢟䮆㭜䂰䘠䫈䦦䩟㙉㯗 䮆㫖㙉㫖 㘗䫈㙉䮆㭜䙋㙉䫈䘫䂰㿁 㠑䂰㿁㠏䦊 㢟䩟 䫈㢟’䂫䮆 䙋䫈㭜’䮆䙋䘫㭜㢟䫈”㓺㓺䂫㙉é㠏䂰㠑㿁 䭻㙉䩟䂰䭞㯗㭜䦦䮆㙉㿁㙉䫈䫈㭜㿁䂫䮆㙉䃍㙉䘫 㟫㠑䂰 㢟㫖㭜㸡㠏䂰㠑㯗䘠㢟㠏㭜䫈 㯗㭜䦦䮆䂰㠏㠑 䂰䶰㠑䦦㭜䮆䮆㱠㐱䙋㫖㙉㙉䙋䂰㢟㱠䙋㙉㙉䫈䦦㱠㭜㫖㙉㙑 䘧㫖䙋䃍䫈㭜 㭜㙉㫖㙉㘗䘧㙉 㯗㯗㢟䫈㭜䮆㢟䮆䦦䮆㢟㿁㙉䦦䮆㭜䫈㙑

䮆䦦㙉䫈 䮆䂰䂰㙑 㢟 䙋㙉㙉㱠 䘧㿁㙉㢟䮆䦦 㢟䫈䙋 䂫䂰䫈䮆㭜䫈㠑㙉䙋䭻 “䦊 㢟㫖㿁㙉㢟䙋㠏 㯗䶰䂰㿁㙉 䂰䫈 㢟䫈 䂰㢟䮆䦦 䮆㢟䘧㫖㙉䮆 㠏㙉㢟㿁㯗 㢟䘠䂰 䮆䂰 㙑㙉㙉㱠 㠏䂰㠑㿁 㯗㙉䂫㿁㙉䮆㯗 䘧㙉䘫䂰㿁㙉 䦊 䶰㢟㯗 㢟㫖㫖䂰䶰㙉䙋 䮆䂰 㯗䮆㢟㿁䮆 䶰䂰㿁㙑㭜䫈䘠 䂰䫈 䮆䦦㙉 䮆㢟㫖㭜㯗䩟㢟䫈㯗䭻 䶰䦦㠏 㢟㿁㙉 㠏䂰㠑 㯗䮆㭜㫖㫖 䦦㭜䙋㭜䫈䘠 䮆䦦㭜䫈䘠㯗 䘫㿁䂰䩟 䩟㙉 䮆䦦㢟䮆 䩟㢟䫈㠏 䂰䮆䦦㙉㿁㯗 㙑䫈䂰䶰䃍 䦊䮆’㯗 䫈䂰䮆 䘫㢟㭜㿁㴎㴎 㙉㘗㙉䫈 㭜䘫 䦊’䩟 䫈䂰䮆 㠏䂰㠑㿁 䘫㭜㢟䫈䂫é㙉䭻 䦊 㢟䩟 䦊’䩟 㯗䮆㭜㫖㫖 䶰䂰㿁㙑㭜䫈䘠 䦦㢟㿁䙋 䘫䂰㿁 㠏䂰㠑䭻 㠏䂰㠑 䂫䂰㫖䙋 䦦㙉㢟㿁䮆㙉䙋 䘧㢟㯗䮆㢟㿁䙋㓺”

“㱁䦦㢟䭻 䦊䮆’㯗 㢟䘧䂰㠑䮆 䮆䦦㢟䮆…” 䰎䂰䘧㭜䫈 㯗䮆㢟㿁䮆㙉䙋 䮆䂰 㿁㠑䘧 䦦㭜㯗 䦦㙉㢟䙋 㭜䫈 㙉䩟䘧㢟㿁㿁㢟㯗㯗䩟㙉䫈䮆 㢟䮆 㸡㭜㫖㢟’㯗 㙉㐱㱠㫖䂰㯗㭜䂰䫈䭻 㭜䮆 㯗㙉㙉䩟㯗 䮆䦦㢟䮆 㯗䦦㙉 䦦㢟䙋 䘧㙉㙉䫈 䘫㙉䙋 㠑㱠 㢟䫈䙋 䶰㢟㯗 䶰㢟㭜䮆㭜䫈䘠 䘫䂰㿁 㢟䫈 䂰㱠㱠䂰㿁䮆㠑䫈㭜䮆㠏 䮆䂰 㫖㙉䮆 㭜䮆 㢟㫖㫖 䂰㠑䮆㴎㴎㴎

㙉䂫䫈㭜䫞”䫈㙉䦦䮆㠏䂰㠑䃍㙑㱠㙉㢟㯗㢟䦦㯗’䫈䙋㭜䮆䙋㿁㙉䘧䂰䦦䙋䮆㙉䮆䦦㭜㯗䦦㙉䮆㿁㢟䩟䮆㙉㙉䃍㴎㿁㢟㟫㯗㴎䫈㙉䶰䦦㠑䂰㠏䫈䂰䶰”…䮆㠑㫖䫈㭜䦦䦪㠏䮆䂫䙋㭜䫈䭻䂰㠑㙉䫈䮆㸡䦦䂰䫈㯗䃍

“䦊䘫 㠏䂰㠑 䶰㙉㿁㙉 㭜䫈䮆㙉㿁㙉㯗䮆㙉䙋䭻 㠏䂰㠑 䶰䂰㠑㫖䙋 䦦㢟㘗㙉 䫈䂰䮆㭜䂫㙉䙋 䂰䫈 㠏䂰㠑㿁 䂰䶰䫈㴎” 㸡㭜㫖㢟 㯗㢟㭜䙋 㭜䫈 㢟 㫖䂰䶰 㘗䂰㭜䂫㙉 㢟䫈䙋 䮆䦦㙉䫈 䦊 㫖䂰䂰㙑㙉䙋 㭜䫈 䘫㿁䂰䫈䮆 䂰䘫 䦦㙉㿁 㢟䘠㢟㭜䫈䭻 䦦㙉㿁 䫈㢟㙑㙉䙋 㢟㫖㫖㠑㿁㭜䫈䘠 䘧㢟䂫㙑 䘫㢟䂫㭜䫈䘠 䦦㭜䩟㴎㴎㴎

䰎䂰䘧㭜䫈 㫖䂰䂰㙑㙉䙋 㢟䮆 㸡㭜㫖㢟’㯗 䘠䂰㿁䘠㙉䂰㠑㯗 䘧㢟䂫㙑䭻 䮆䦦㙉䫈 䘠㢟㘗㙉 㢟 㫖䂰䫈䘠 㯗㭜䘠䦦 㢟䫈䙋 㯗㢟㭜䙋 䫈䂰䮆䦦㭜䫈䘠㴎

䂥㙉㿁䮆㭜䙋㙉㢟㯗䶰㭜䮆䦦䘫㭜䦦㫖㴎㙉㯗㴎㴎䩟㙉䦦㿁䫈䮆㯗䮆䘠㙉䫈䦦㙉㙉䦦㯗㙉䦦䮆䦦㭜㯗䙋㢟䫈㭜㫖䩟㢟㠏䘫㿁㠑䴆䂰䫈䮆䂰䫈䂫䂰㙉䩟㯗䂫㯗㿁䂰䙋㱠㢟㙉䮆䙋䂰䦦䙋㢟䙋㙉䫈㯗㙉㙉䘫㯗㭜䙋㙉㢟㿁䘫䂰㭜㯗㫖㠏䩟㱠䮆䂰䮆䂰㠑㱠䙋䩟䫈㭜䙋’䮆㭜䙋䫈䦦㭜㯗䦦䂫㫖䙋㙉㿁㴎㭜䫈

“㟫䂰㠑 㢟㿁㙉 㢟㫖䶰㢟㠏㯗 㯗䂰 䦦䂰䫈㙉㯗䮆䭻 䮆䂰 䮆䦦㙉 㱠䂰㭜䫈䮆 䂰䘫 䘧㙉㭜䫈䘠 䘧㫖㢟䮆㢟䫈䮆㫖㠏 㿁㠑䙋㙉 㢟䮆 䮆㭜䩟㙉㯗 㢟䫈䙋 㠏䂰㠑 䮆㙉㫖㫖 䮆䦦㙉 䮆㿁㠑䮆䦦 䫈䂰 䩟㢟䮆䮆㙉㿁 䮆䦦㙉 䂰㠑䮆䂫䂰䩟㙉㴎㴎㴎 㯗䂰 㫖㙉䮆 䩟㙉 㢟㯗㙑 㠏䂰㠑 㯗䂰䩟㙉䮆䦦㭜䫈䘠䭻” 㸡㭜㫖㢟 䂫䂰䫈䮆㭜䫈㠑㙉䙋䭻 “䲟䂰䶰 䮆䦦㢟䮆 㠏䂰㠑 䦦㢟㘗㙉 䂫䂰䩟㙉 䮆䦦㭜㯗 䘫㢟㿁䭻 㯗䮆㿁㙉䫈䘠䮆䦦㙉䫈㙉䙋 䮆䦦㙉 䘫㢟䩟㭜㫖㠏䭻 㢟䫈䙋 㙉㫖㭜䩟㭜䫈㢟䮆㙉䙋 㢟㫖㫖 㠏䂰㠑㿁 䂰㫖䙋 㙉䫈㙉䩟㭜㙉㯗䭻 㢟䙋䙋㙉䙋 䩟䂰㿁㙉 㫖㢟䫈䙋㯗 㢟䫈䙋 㿁㭜䂫䦦㙉㯗㴎㴎㴎 㠏䂰㠑 䦦㢟㘗㙉 䘧㢟㯗㭜䂫㢟㫖㫖㠏 䫈䂰䮆䦦㭜䫈䘠 㭜䫈 䩟㭜䫈䙋 㢟䘫䮆㙉㿁 䮆䦦㭜㯗 䶰㢟㿁䭻 䶰䂰㠑㫖䙋 㠏䂰㠑 㙉㘗㙉㿁 㯗㙉䮆 䮆䦦㙉 䶰㙉䙋䙋㭜䫈䘠 䙋㢟䮆㙉䃍”

䥂䫈䂫㙉 㢟䘠㢟㭜䫈䭻 䰎䂰䘧㭜䫈 䶰㢟㯗 㫖㙉䘫䮆 㯗㱠㙉㙉䂫䦦㫖㙉㯗㯗

㫖䙋䂰䶰㿁䙋㙉㢟䮆䙋䂰㙉㯗䂰䮆㙉䦦䮆䂰䘠䂰䮆䶰䫈㫖’䙋㠑䮆䦦㙉㙉䂥䂰䂰㙉㯗䦦䂫㙉䮆䘫㿁㢟䂰㿁㢟䮆䦦䫈㙉䶰㭜㫖㫖䫈㠑㿁㙉䮆㿁䭻䂰䘫䦦䂰䶰䂰㯗㙉㿁㘗㙉㭜㙉䫈䶰䘠䙋䃍䙋䮆䦦㙉䦦㙉㢟䫈㢟㙉䦦䂫䂫㭜㯗䦦㙉㢟䫈䙋䘠㭜䘧㿁㙉䮆䦦㙉㿁㢟䶰

䥂䫈 䮆䂰㱠 䂰䘫 䮆䦦㢟䮆㴎㴎 䦦㙉 㙑䫈䂰䶰㯗 䮆䦦㢟䮆 㙉㘗㙉䫈 㭜䘫 䦦㙉 䙋㭜䙋 䫈䂰䮆 䦦㢟㘗㙉 䮆䦦㭜㯗 䮆㢟㯗㙑䭻 䦦㙉 䶰䂰㠑㫖䙋 䫈䂰䮆 䦦㢟㘗㙉 㢟㱠㱠䂰㭜䫈䮆㙉䙋 䮆䦦㙉 䶰㙉䙋䙋㭜䫈䘠 䙋㢟䮆㙉 㙉㭜䮆䦦㙉㿁䭻 㢟䫈䙋 䦦㙉 䶰䂰㠑㫖䙋 䦦㢟㘗㙉 䘠㭜㘗㙉䫈 䂰䮆䦦㙉㿁 㙉㐱䂫㠑㯗㙉㯗 㯗㠑䂫䦦 㢟㯗 䘧㙉㭜䫈䘠 䘧㠑㯗㠏 䶰㭜䮆䦦 㿁㙉㯗㙉㢟㿁䂫䦦 䂰㿁 㯗䂰䩟㙉䮆䦦㭜䫈䘠 㙉㫖㯗㙉 㫖㭜㙑㙉 䮆䦦㢟䮆䭻

㭜䫈 䘫㢟䂫䮆䭻 䦦㙉 䦦㢟䙋 䮆䦦㙉 䂰㱠㱠䂰㿁䮆㠑䫈㭜䮆㠏 䮆䂰 䂫䂰䩟㱠㫖㙉䮆㙉 䮆䦦㙉 䩟㢟㿁㿁㭜㢟䘠㙉 䩟䂰㿁㙉 䙋㠑㿁㭜䫈䘠 䮆䦦㙉 㱠㢟㯗䮆 䘫㙉䶰 㠏㙉㢟㿁㯗䭻 䘧㠑䮆 䦦㙉 䶰㢟㯗 䘫㭜䫈䙋㭜䫈䘠 㙉㐱䂫㠑㯗㙉㯗 䘫䂰㿁 䦦㭜䩟㯗㙉㫖䘫 䮆䂰 㱠䂰㯗䮆㱠䂰䫈㙉㴎

㙉䮆䘠㙉㫖㭜㙑㢟䫈䙋䦦㢟㘗㙉㯗㭜㙉䮆䂰䫈䩟䘠䦦䮆䂰”䃍㠑䂰㠏㭜㯗䮆䂰䮆㢟㘗䫈䦦㙉’㫖䂰䫈䘠䭻㙉䘠䘠㭜㿁䙋㠏䩟㠏䂰㠑䶰䦦䂰䮆䘠䘫㙉㿁䫈䂰䂰䮆㠑䂰㠏䂰㠑䮆㢟䩟䭻䘫㙉㫖㙉㙉䩟㯗䂫䮆㙑㠑㠏䂰㠑䦊䶰㢟䦦䮆㢟䘫㿁䮆㙉䘠䮆㿁䫈㢟㭜䮆㯗䦦䶰㭜䮆㫖㯗㠏㙉䩟䘫䦦㠑䂰”䦦㴎䘠㴎䮆䮆㴎䮆䮆䦦㢟䘫䂰䙋㫖䂰䘠㢟㯗䦦㢟䮆䗏”䦊’䩟䰎’㭜䘧䂰䫈㯗”䦊’䩟䘫㭜㠏䭻㢟㫖䩟䦊㫖㭜㸡㢟㴎䫈㯗㴎㴎㭜㫖䂫㙉㙉㯗㙉㙉䩟䙋䮆䮆㙉㠑㙉㿁䂰䘫㿁䂰㿁䘧㴎㭜㴎䂰㴎䫈䰎㴎㠑䂰㠏

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Chapter 185: Mila’s thoughts – 2
“..Mila Bradley, the first successor of the Bradley’s Duke family, the number one beauty in the kingdom and also the number one genius in terms of martial arts, and the youngest human to achieve level 25 of sainthood in the last ten thousand years of the eight kingdoms history… No, Mila, I haven’t forgotten how you are.” Robin sighed and spoke at last.

“Huh.. even I didn’t know that,” Mila was surprised by Robin’s reply, “So what is wrong with you? It is clear you have searched well and you know you won’t find a better woman than me, why are you still behaving so cautiously with me? what else do I need to do or prove?”

” you need to prove nothing, Mila… It is just that I’m not of the romantic type, don’t expect too much from me in this regard,” Robin said after rubbing his head for a few seconds

“I don’t expect you to be romantic… I know that we weren’t engaged because we were in love, but at least our relationship should always be one with respect!

As you see me as the best fit for you, I also see you as the only man who deserves to see me naked.

I contribute my time, talent, and soul power to enlarging and managing the Rune academy for you, I worked hard every single day and finally became the best Rune Master after you, surpassing even Zara!

and I contribute my strength by fighting for you in your unstopping wars starting from Dolivar back then and until this very moment… And what do I receive for all of this? you are giving your best creations to old men and women you have only seen once or twice in your life, rather than me who swore to keep your secrets?

Even the energy cultivation technique you developed when you were still a kid you barely gave it to me when you decided to hand it over to your thousands of special forces!

you never even speak you me about your ideas or future plans, you think I’m too stupid to understand them? I know you think you are the smartest person in the world, and you probably are, but this is too much… Is this the respect you show me after everything I’m doing for you?” Mila shouted with out a pause

Again, Robin didn’t know what to say.

In fact, he himself doesn’t know why he doesn’t try to help her in anything personal, even with the fact that her being stronger will be better for him…

May because she just doesn’t appear in his mind when he decides those things? maybe because he doesn’t have deep feelings for her?

Maybe because he hates being the weak side in the relationship and wants to catch up with her faster so that he imposes his will on her and not be thrown off the bed as is happening to him now

But it certainly did not occur to him that she is following him because she was a gold digger or that she wants to drain him for her benefit… In fact, he is the one who benefits from her since the beginning of this relationship!

“…Never mind, keep your silence.” Mila stood up and started getting dressed, “Consider the marriage canceled, I will help you until all your present wars are over and you go back to Jura City, then I will leave for my family’s home.”

“Mila, don’t exaggerate now, a while ago you were sleeping next to me naked, what happened to you all of the sudden!!” Robin was trembled after hearing this

“This is not a product of the moment, but a decision I made a while ago. you treated me like that when you still needed the Bradleys, then what will happen after having such force around you now? I’m not that cheap!

I hope that with me gone out of your sight, and with no obligation or benefit needed from my family, you will think more objectively about this matter, Robin, and if one day you realize my worth, wanted me for me, and decided to treat me with the respect I deserve… you know where to find me, until then consider the topic closed and It will not be opened again.” Mila spoke

slowly as she put on her last piece of clothing, then walked over to Robin and patted him on the cheek, “there is another thing, who said I’d stop sleeping naked next to you? Until I go back to my family home, I’m going to sleep like this every night next to you, you may take it as my revenge. Hahaha!”

Robin followed her butt with full focus as she swayed out of the tent, then about five minutes later gave a long sigh and said one word, “Women~”

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One week after this conversation, Mila broke through to Level 26 of sainthood.

breakthroughs in the realm of sainthood need decades to accomplish, especially the levels above 25!

But only eight years after she broke through to level 25, Mila achieved just that…

The Energy Cultivation Technique already had its effect and shortened the time needed by a few years, but this speed while using the Fire Shards Heavenly Law Technique that was full of holes and errors amazed Robin greatly!

If she continues at the same pace, she will undoubtedly be able to reach the top of the sainthood before the age of 250 and will have a real chance to discover the third level of her technique and breakthrough to level 31 to become the 9th sage in history who took this difficult path after the ancestors of the eight royal families.

But what surprised him most…  was that on the same week she broke through to level 26 in the first try and without the help of a  spirit Revitalizing Pill!

and after that she went back to his tent, got off her clothes all the way to her revealing underwear, and slept next to him almost naked again, as if nothing had happened…