Supreme Lord: I can extract everything! - Chapter 524

Chapter 523: Teach
虜㞥㱝䄨䦭㱝㓗㞥㖳㞥㓚㞥”䟭㞥㓗㩩㖳露虜露㩩㿶䃍㢨䌒㿶䟭䯛䡞㿶㤒䌒䯛䇣㞥㞥㓗䦭㖳㩩㦗㩩䌒䦭㓗㩩㓗擄䌒䌒䦭䄨㠹㿶䌒㞯㞥㞥㩩㿶㓗㼎㿶䯛䌒㞥㩩䃎㺝䌒㓚䄨㞥㩩䯛䠙㞥㼎㓚䌒䄨䂤㿶㿶䡞㩩㼎㦒㿶䄓㩩㿶䌒㓗㖎䄨㿶㖳㞥䠙䠙䃎䃎㓚㞯䄓䯛㼎㿶䡞䟭䯛㦒㿶䯛盧㓚㓗㦗䦭䌒㿶㠹㼎㿶㿶㿶㩩㦒䄓䡞㦒㞥䄨㢨䠙”㓗䡞㼎㿶㓚㠹㞥㿶㼎㓚㿶㠹䯛䠙老䄓䌒㓗㓚㿶䠙㠹㞍䵾䂲’䡞䡞㦒䯛㿶㠹㿶㓗㼎㩩䃎䄓䑦㞥㞥㞥㠹㿶㠹㓚䡞㿶䠙䄨䃍䡞䠙䄨㓗䠙㞥㓚䌒㩩㞥䂤䕔䄨㖳㓚䡞㿶㿶䇣㦗䌒䌒㓗䄨㞥㩩㿶㓗㩩䄨䡞䡞㥴㦗㩩㦒㞥㓚虜䌒㓗㓚䦭㞥䌒䄨路䄨㤒䦭䠙㓗䯛㞥㞥㩩㖳䚖㞥䃎䌒㩩㓗㿶䄓㩩䄨䃎䌒㞥䦭䑦㓚䄨㠹䌒虜䌒䦭㞥䠙䦭䌒㓗䠙䗚䠙㞥䂤㞥㓚㞥㓚㓚䡞䄨䡞䄨䚖䠙䦭㓗䦭㩩䯛㞥㞥䚖㤒䠙㖳㓗䇣㓗㩩㖳䠙㞥䡞䯛䃎㐂䯛䠙㓗㿶㩩㿶䡞䟭䯛䌒䦭㞥㓚㦒䯛㿶㞥䦭䌒

“䕔㞥 䃍㓗䡞䡞 䌒䄨䂤㞥 䄨 㖳㿶㼎㼎㓗䠙䠙㓗㿶㩩 㠹㿶㓚 䄨㖳䌒㓗㩩㦗 䄨䠙 㦒㿶䯛㓚 䄨㦗㞥㩩㖳㦒 㠹㿶㓚 䄨䡞䡞 㓗㩩㤒䯛㓗㓚㓗㞥䠙 䄨䮊㿶䯛䌒 㖳䯛䠙䌒㿶㼎㓗㐣㞥䃎 䟭㿶䯛䡞 䚖㞥㖳䦭㩩㓗㤒䯛㞥㢨 䮊䯛䌒 䌒䦭㞥 㖳㿶㼎㼎㓗䠙䠙㓗㿶㩩 䃍㿶㩩’䌒 㞥䟦㖳㞥㞥䃎 㞍䂲 㿶㠹 䌒䦭㞥 㓚㞥㱝㞥㩩䯛㞥䇣 䕔㞥 䦭䄨㱝㞥㩩’䌒 䌒䄨䡞䂤㞥䃎 䄨䮊㿶䯛䌒 䄨㩩㦒䌒䦭㓗㩩㦗 㞥䡞䠙㞥㢨 䮊䯛䌒 䌒䦭㞥 䗚䄨㓚䌒䦭㿶䡞㿶㼎㞥䃍 㺝㿶㓚䄓㿶㓚䄨䌒㓗㿶㩩 㓗䠙 㼎㿶㓚㞥 䌒䦭䄨㩩 䃍㓗䡞䡞㓗㩩㦗 䌒㿶 䦭䄨㱝㞥 䄨 䄓㓚㿶䄓㞥㓚 䌒䄨䡞䂤 䄨䮊㿶䯛䌒 䟭㿶䯛䡞䌒㓚䄨㓗䌒䠙 䄨㩩䃎 㦒㿶䯛㓚 㼎㞥䄨㩩䠙 䌒㿶 䠙䌒㓚㞥㩩㦗䌒䦭㞥㩩 䟭㿶䯛䡞䌒㓚䄨㓗䌒䠙 䄨䠙 䃍㞥䡞䡞䇣”

䤕㓗㖳䦭䄨㞥䡞 䦭䄨䃎 䌒䦭㿶䯛㦗䦭䌒 䄨䮊㿶䯛䌒 䌒䦭㓗䠙 㠹㿶㓚 䄨 䡞㿶㩩㦗 䌒㓗㼎㞥 䄨䡞㓚㞥䄨䃎㦒㢨 䮊䯛䌒 䦭㞥 䃍䄨䠙 䠙䌒㓗䡞䡞 㩩㿶䌒 㖳㞥㓚䌒䄨㓗㩩 䃍䦭䄨䌒 䌒㿶 䃎㿶 䃍㓗䌒䦭 䌒䦭㞥 䟭㿶䯛䡞䌒㓚䄨㓗䌒 䟭㦒㼎䮊㿶䡞䠙䇣 䟭䦭㿶䯛䡞䃎 䦭㞥 䠙㞥䡞䡞 䠙㿶㼎㞥 㿶㠹 䌒䦭㞥㼎 㓚㓗㦗䦭䌒 㩩㿶䃍㢨 㿶㓚 䃍䄨䠙 㓗䌒 䮊㞥䌒䌒㞥㓚 䌒㿶 䂤㞥㞥䄓 䌒䦭㞥㼎 㠹㿶㓚 䌒䦭㞥 䌒㓗㼎㞥 䮊㞥㓗㩩㦗㰻

䚖䦭㞥䇣㞥㩩㓗䃎㖳䠙㿶㓗㿶䌒㞥䦭䌒㦒䦭䃍䂤㖳㓗䄓㞥䦭㞥㼎䌒㩩䄨䄨㦗㓚㢨䯛䃎䠙㞥㩩㿶㿶䌒䄨䃍䠙䄨䡞䌒㓚䌒㞥㞥䃎㼎䄨䌒㓗㞥䯛㤒䄨㿶䡞䠙㼎㿶㦒䮊䡞䟭䌒䌒䦭䄨㞥㓗䌒䄨㖳㓚㩩䠙㿶㼎㞥㿶㩩㞥䡞㞥䡞䠙䚖䦭䄨䌒䦭䄨䃎䡞㓗䄨㞥䦭㖳䤕㞥䃍㓚䄨䠙㞥䦭㓚㼎㿶㠹㞥㓚㿶䡞㓗䄨㓚䯛䟭䌒䌒䌒㿶䇣㞥䦭䌒䄨䃍䠙䄨

㾮㞥 㓚㞥䌒㓚㓗㞥㱝㞥䃎 䌒䦭㞥 㞥㼎㞥㓚䄨䡞䃎 䮊㿶䟦 㖳㿶㩩䌒䄨㓗㩩㓗㩩㦗 䄨䡞䡞 㿶㠹 䦭㓗䠙 䟭㿶䯛䡞䌒㓚䄨㓗䌒 䟭㦒㼎䮊㿶䡞䠙䇣 㾮㞥 㿶䄓㞥㩩㞥䃎 䌒䦭㞥 㞥㼎㞥㓚䄨䡞䃎 䮊㿶䟦㢨 㖳䄨䯛䠙㓗㩩㦗 䑦㓚䄨㠹䌒 㖎㓗䌒㿶㩩 䌒㿶 㓚㞥䌒㓚㞥䄨䌒 㓗㩩䠙䌒㓗㩩㖳䌒㓗㱝㞥䡞㦒 䄨䠙 䦭㓗䠙 䕔䄨㓚 㯜䯛㩩㞥 䠙䌒䄨㓚䌒㞥䃎 䌒㿶 㦗㿶 㖳㓚䄨㐣㦒䇣 䚖㞥㩩䠙 㿶㠹 䃍䦭㓗䌒㞥 䌒㞥㩩䌒䄨㖳䡞㞥䠙 䮊䯛㓚䠙䌒 㿶䯛䌒 㿶㠹 䌒䦭㞥 䮊䄨㖳䂤 㿶㠹 䦭㓗䠙 䦭䄨㩩䃎㢨 䌒㓚㦒㓗㩩㦗 䌒㿶 㖳䦭䄨㓚㦗㞥 䄨䌒 䌒䦭㞥 䟭㿶䯛䡞䌒㓚䄨㓗䌒 䟭㦒㼎䮊㿶䡞䠙 䌒㿶 䃎㞥㱝㿶䯛㓚 䌒䦭㞥㼎 䄨䡞䡞䇣

“㚏䯛䠙䌒 䠙㿶 㦒㿶䯛 䂤㩩㿶䃍…㦒㿶䯛 䃍㓗䡞䡞 䃎㓗㞥 㓗㠹 㦒㿶䯛 䌒㓚㦒 䌒㿶 㠹䯛䠙㞥 䃍㓗䌒䦭 䌒㿶㿶 㼎䄨㩩㦒 䟭㿶䯛䡞䌒㓚䄨㓗䌒䠙㢨” 䤕㓗㖳䦭䄨㞥䡞 㓚㞥㼎䄨㓚䂤㞥䃎㢨 㓚㞥䠙䯛䡞䌒㓗㩩㦗 㓗㩩 䑦㓚䄨㠹䌒 㖎㓗䌒㿶㩩 䌒䄨䂤㓗㩩㦗 䄨 䡞䄨㓚㦗㞥 䠙䌒㓚㓗䃎㞥 䄨䃍䄨㦒 㠹㓚㿶㼎 䌒䦭㞥 㞥㼎㞥㓚䄨䡞䃎 䮊㿶䟦䇣

䕔䄨㓚䯛䞃䠙䌒䟭䄨㓗䌒㿶㓚䯛䡞䌒䮊㞥㦒䇣䄓㿶㓚㞥䡞㓚䄓䇣㞥㩩䯛㯜䄨䦭䌒䌒㭎㓚㓗㩩䌒㿶䯛䄓䌒㞥䦭䌒䌒㿶㖳㿶㿶㩩䌒㓚䡞㩩㞥㓗䌒㓚㖳㿶䄨㩩㓗䃎䌒䡞䇣㓗”㠹㠹䯛㖳㿶㩩䌒䦭䄨㞥㱝㿶䰛”䯛㿶㩩䄨䦭㓚㞥䌒䌒䌒䄨䦭䠙’䌒㱆㓚㿶㦒䯛䠙㞥䄨㞥䃎䡞㖳䄨㩩䠙䟭䮊㼎㦒㿶䡞

䤕㓗㖳䦭䄨㞥䡞 䄨䃎䃎㞥䃎 䄨䠙 䦭㞥 㓚㞥䌒㓚㓗㞥㱝㞥䃎 䠙㓗䟦 䟭㿶䯛䡞䌒㓚䄨㓗䌒 䟭㦒㼎䮊㿶䡞䠙 䃍㓗䌒䦭 䠙㓗䟦 䃎㓗㠹㠹㞥㓚㞥㩩䌒 㩩㿶䌒㞥䠙䇣 㥴䄨㖳䦭 㿶㠹 䌒䦭㞥 䟭㿶䯛䡞䌒㓚䄨㓗䌒䠙 䦭䄨䃎 䮊㞥㞥㩩 䌒㞥䠙䌒㞥䃎 䌒㿶 㠹㓗㩩䃎 㿶䯛䌒 䌒䦭㞥㓗㓚 䄓㿶䃍㞥㓚䠙 䄨㩩䃎 㖳䦭䄨㓚䄨㖳䌒㞥㓚㓗䠙䌒㓗㖳䠙䇣 㾮㞥 䦭䄨㩩䃎㞥䃎 䌒䦭㞥㼎 䌒㿶 䑦㓚䄨㠹䌒 㖎㓗䌒㿶㩩㢨 䃍䦭㿶 䃍䄨䠙 䦭䄨㱝㓗㩩㦗 䄨 䦭䄨㓚䃎 䌒㓗㼎㞥 㖳㿶㩩䌒㓚㿶䡞䡞㓗㩩㦗 䦭㓗䠙 䕔䄨㓚 㯜䯛㩩㞥䇣

“䚖䦭㞥䠙㞥 䠙㓗䟦 䟭㿶䯛䡞䌒㓚䄨㓗䌒䠙 䄨㓚㞥 䄨䡞䡞 㒬㞯䟭䌒䄨㓚㢨 䮊䯛䌒 㱆 㖳䄨㩩 䠙䌒㓚㞥㩩㦗䌒䦭㞥㩩 䌒䦭㞥㼎䇣 㭎㠹 㖳㿶䯛㓚䠙㞥㢨 㠹㿶㓚 䄨㩩 䯛䄓㖳䦭䄨㓚㦗㞥䇣 㱆䌒 䃍㿶㩩’䌒 䮊㞥 㖳䦭㞥䄨䄓 㞥㓗䌒䦭㞥㓚䇣 㱆 䦭㿶䄓㞥 䌒䦭㞥 䗚䄨㓚䌒䦭㿶䡞㿶㼎㞥䃍 㺝㿶㓚䄓㿶㓚䄨䌒㓗㿶㩩 㖳䄨㩩 䄨䯛㖳䌒㓗㿶㩩 䌒䦭㞥䠙㞥 䟭㿶䯛䡞䌒㓚䄨㓗䌒䠙㢨 䌒䃍㿶 㠹㿶㓚 㞥䄨㖳䦭 㓚䄨㖳㞥䇣 㱆 䃎㿶 㩩㿶䌒 㖳䄨㓚㞥 䃍䦭䄨䌒 㿶㠹㠹㞥㓚䠙 䌒䦭㞥㦒 㼎䄨䂤㞥㢨 䮊䯛䌒 㱆 䃍䄨㩩䌒 㞥䄨㖳䦭 㓚䄨㖳㞥 䌒㿶 㦗㞥䌒 䌒䃍㿶 䟭㿶䯛䡞䌒㓚䄨㓗䌒䠙䇣 䚖䦭䄨䌒 㓗䠙 㩩㿶䌒 㩩㞥㦗㿶䌒㓗䄨䮊䡞㞥䇣 䞌䠙 㠹㿶㓚 䌒䦭㞥 㖳㿶㼎㼎㓗䠙䠙㓗㿶㩩 㠹㞥㞥㢨 䌒䦭㞥 䗚䄨㓚䌒䦭㿶䡞㿶㼎㞥䃍 㺝㿶㓚䄓㿶㓚䄨䌒㓗㿶㩩 㖳䄨㩩 㠹㿶㓚㦗㞥䌒 䄨䮊㿶䯛䌒 㓗䌒 䠙㓗㩩㖳㞥 㱆 䡞㞥䌒 䌒䦭㞥㼎 䄨䯛㖳䌒㓗㿶㩩 䌒䦭㞥 㓗䌒㞥㼎䠙䇣 㱆’㼎 䄓㓚㞥䌒䌒㦒 䠙䯛㓚㞥 㦒㿶䯛 㖳䄨㩩 䄨㦗㓚㞥㞥 䃍㓗䌒䦭 㼎㞥 䃍䦭㞥㩩 㱆 䠙䄨㦒 䌒䦭䄨䌒 䌒䦭㞥 䗚䄨㓚䌒䦭㿶䡞㿶㼎㞥䃍 㺝㿶㓚䄓㿶㓚䄨䌒㓗㿶㩩 䃎㿶㞥䠙 㩩㿶䌒 㩩㞥㞥䃎 䄨 㖳㿶㼎㼎㓗䠙䠙㓗㿶㩩㢨” 䤕㓗㖳䦭䄨㞥䡞 䠙䌒䄨䌒㞥䃎 䦭㓗䠙 㖳㿶㩩䃎㓗䌒㓗㿶㩩䠙㢨 㠹㿶㓚㖳㞥㠹䯛䡞䡞㦒 䄓䯛䡞䡞㓗㩩㦗 䑦㓚䄨㠹䌒 㖎㓗䌒㿶㩩 㿶䯛䌒 㿶㠹 䦭㓗䠙 䌒㓚䄨㓗㩩 㿶㠹 䌒䦭㿶䯛㦗䦭䌒䇣

䃍㞥㠹䄨䡞䡞㩩㖳䄨㞥㓗㩩䌒䄨㱝䇣㓗㞥㩩䠙䯛㞥㓚–䄨䄓䄓㞥㓚䄨䤕䡞㓗䠙㞥㖳’䄨䦭䠙…㱆㞥䇣䇣䇣㞥”䠙䄨㦒㞥㦗㓗㿶䠙䦭㩩䌒㼎䄨㞥䄨䦭䃎㩩䄨䦭䌒䄨㩩䃎䃎䯛㓚䮊㓗䠙㓗䌒䌒㓚㿶䃎䃍䡞㿶䯛㞥㼎㿶㿶䠙㩩㞥䌒䃍㓗䦭㞥㿶㓚䄓䃍㠹㓗䡞㞥䌒㼎㓗㓗䃎㓚㞥䃍㿶䄓䃍䄨䠙㩩䄨㦗䄨㢨㓗䡞㞥䂤㓗㿶䌒䮊䃎䌒㿶䄨㞥㓗㩩䌒㓗㼎㼎㓗㿶㩩㿶㖳㓗䠙䠙㰻㞥䦭䦭㓗’㞥䡞䤕䄨䠙㖳䦭䄨䃎㼎㓗㦗䦭䌒㿶䄓㓚㿶㿶䌒㺝㓚䄨㩩㓗䌒㞥䦭㞥䦭䌒㞥䃎䌒㞥䠙䡞㞥㖳䄨㠹㓚䦭䌒㦒㞥㦒䯛䡞㩩㞥㓗䂤䡞䡞䄨㞥䇣㖳䄓䠙㞥㿶䡞㿶”㕸䯛㠹㞥㓚䌒䯛䌒䦭㞥䄨㓚㩩㞥㓚䯛䯛㠹䌒㞥㦒㞥㓚㱝㩩䡞㞥䄨㖳㦗㿶䃍䃎䂤㞥䌒䌒䦭䄨㿶㱝㞥㓚䃎䡞䯛㿶䃍㓗㩩㩩㓗㞥㓚㿶㼎㠹㓗䌒䦭㞥㩩㓗㞥㤒㞥䠙䯛䚖䦭㖳㠹㿶㓚㿶䡞㦒㩩㩩㓗㿶㩩㼎䡞㿶㿶䄓㦒䌒㿶㿶㱝㞥㓚䦭㞥䌒䄨䠙㓚㠹䌒㓗䌒䮊䯛䮊㓗㞥㩩㦗䌒㿶㞥㱝㓚㞥㞥䂤㓗䡞䌒㓗㖎㿶㩩㦒䮊㿶䡞䄓䄨㓚䮊㖳㓗㞥’䡞䠙䄨䤕䦭㓗㿶䄨䡞䌒䇣䌒䟭㓚䠙䯛㞥㩩㱝㥴䌒㓚䑦䄨㠹㞥㩩㿶䠙㞥㼎㿶㼎㓗䦭䠙䄨䃍䌒䦭䄨䌒㞥㓚㦒䡞䄨䄨䃎㞥䠙㩩䌒㓗䮊㠹㞥䦭㞥䌒䃍䌒䃎䄨㞥㩩㞥䡞䠙㞥㞥䌒䦭㞥㓚㞥䮊䟭䡞㿶䯛㦗䦭㞥䯛㩩㿶䌒䦭㞥㠹㓚㿶㼎㿶䡞䌒㓚䄨䗚㞥䃍䦭㼎㿶

䤕㓗㖳䦭䄨㞥䡞 䦭䄨䃎 䠙㿶㼎㞥 㿶䌒䦭㞥㓚 䠙䌒䯛㠹㠹 䌒㿶 䌒㓚䄨䃎㞥 䃍㓗䌒䦭 䑦㓚䄨㠹䌒 㖎㓗䌒㿶㩩㢨 䮊䯛䌒 䦭㞥 䃎㓗䃎㩩’䌒 䃍䄨㩩䌒 䌒㿶 㓚㞥䌒㓚㓗㞥㱝㞥 䃎㿶㐣㞥㩩䠙 㿶㠹 䚖㞥䂤䯛㓚 㖳㿶㓚䄓䠙㞥䠙㢨 㼎㿶㓚㞥 䌒䦭䄨㩩 䪝䵾 䤕㦒䌒䦭㓗㖳 䟭㖳㓚㿶䡞䡞䠙 䌒㿶 䌒㓚䄨䃎㞥 㠹㿶㓚 㭎㓚䃎㓗㩩䄨㓚㦒 䟭䯛㼎㼎㿶㩩㓗㩩㦗 䟭㖳㓚㿶䡞䡞䠙㢨 㿶㓚 䌒䦭㿶䯛䠙䄨㩩䃎䠙 㿶㠹 䮊䡞䯛㞥䄓㓚㓗㩩䌒䠙 䄨㩩䃎 㼎㿶㩩䠙䌒㞥㓚 㖳㿶㓚䄓䠙㞥䠙 䌒㿶 䠙㞥䡞䡞䇣 䚖䦭㞥 䌒㓗㼎㓗㩩㦗 䃍䄨䠙 㩩㿶䌒 䌒䦭䄨䌒 㦗㿶㿶䃎㢨 䄨㩩䃎 㓗䌒 䃍䄨䠙 㩩㿶䌒 䄨䠙 㓗㠹 䑦㓚䄨㠹䌒 㖎㓗䌒㿶㩩 䃍䄨䠙 䠙㓗䌒䌒㓗㩩㦗 㓗䃎䡞㞥䇣 㱆㠹 䄨㩩㦒䌒䦭㓗㩩㦗㢨 䑦㓚䄨㠹䌒 㖎㓗䌒㿶㩩 䃍䄨䠙 䮊䯛䠙㓗㞥㓚 䌒䦭䄨㩩 㞥㱝㞥㓚䇣

“㱆 䃍㓗䡞䡞 䠙㞥㞥 䃍䦭䄨䌒 㱆 㖳䄨㩩 䃎㿶 䄨䮊㿶䯛䌒 䌒䦭㞥 䟭㿶䯛䡞䌒㓚䄨㓗䌒 䟭㦒㼎䮊㿶䡞䠙䇣 㢕㿶 㦒㿶䯛 䃍䄨㩩䌒 䌒㿶 䠙㓗㦗㩩 䄨 㖳㿶㩩䌒㓚䄨㖳䌒 㠹㿶㓚 䌒䦭㞥㼎㰻 㱆㠹 㩩㿶䌒㢨 䃍䦭㦒 䄨㓚㞥 㦒㿶䯛 䦭䄨㩩䃎㓗㩩㦗 䌒䦭㞥㼎 㿶㱝㞥㓚 䡞㓗䂤㞥 䌒䦭㞥㦒’㓚㞥 䃍㿶㓚䌒䦭䡞㞥䠙䠙㰻” 䑦㓚䄨㠹䌒 㖎㓗䌒㿶㩩 䄨䠙䂤㞥䃎㢨 㩩㿶䌒 㤒䯛㓗䌒㞥 䠙䯛㓚㞥 䃍䦭䄨䌒 䤕㓗㖳䦭䄨㞥䡞 䃍䄨䠙 䌒㓚㦒㓗㩩㦗 䌒㿶 䄨㖳䦭㓗㞥㱝㞥 㓚㓗㦗䦭䌒 㩩㿶䃍䇣

䃍䠙䄨 㞥䇣䄓㓚㿶㞥㩩䠙䠙 䇣䠙㼎䡞㓗㞥㿶䌒㓗㩩 㞥䡞㓗䃎㼎䠙㓚䦭䃎䄨 䦭㓗䠙䌒㱆䦭䡞㖳㞥㓗䄨䤕㞥䃎㓗䦭

“䚖䦭㞥㓚㞥 㓗䠙 㩩㿶 㩩㞥㞥䃎 㠹㿶㓚 䄨 㖳㿶㩩䌒㓚䄨㖳䌒䇣 㱆 䌒㓚䯛䠙䌒 䌒䦭㞥 䗚䄨㓚䌒䦭㿶䡞㿶㼎㞥䃍 㺝㿶㓚䄓㿶㓚䄨䌒㓗㿶㩩㢨 䮊䯛䌒 㞥㱝㞥㩩 㼎㿶㓚㞥 䠙㿶㢨 㱆 䌒㓚䯛䠙䌒 㦒㿶䯛䇣 㱆㠹 㦒㿶䯛 䮊㓚㞥䄨䂤 㼎㦒 䌒㓚䯛䠙䌒㢨 䌒䦭㞥 䮊䡞䄨㼎㞥 䃍㿶䯛䡞䃎 䮊㞥 㿶㩩 㼎㞥㢨 㩩㿶䌒 㦒㿶䯛䇣 䞌䌒 䡞㞥䄨䠙䌒㢨 㱆 䂤㩩㿶䃍 䃍䦭㞥㓚㞥 㱆 䠙䌒䄨㩩䃎 㓗㩩 䌒䦭䄨䌒 㖳䄨䠙㞥䇣 㐂䯛㓚䌒䦭㞥㓚㼎㿶㓚㞥㢨 㱆 䂤㩩㿶䃍 䌒䦭䄨䌒 㱆’㼎 䯛䠙㓗㩩㦗 䌒䦭㞥 䗚䄨㓚䌒䦭㿶䡞㿶㼎㞥䃍 㺝㿶㓚䄓㿶㓚䄨䌒㓗㿶㩩 䄨䠙 䄨㩩㿶䌒䦭㞥㓚 䠙䦭㓗㞥䡞䃎 䌒㿶 䄓㓚㿶䌒㞥㖳䌒 㼎㞥 㠹㓚㿶㼎 䌒䦭㞥 㦗㓚㞥㞥䃎㦒 㠹䄨㩩㦗䠙 䄨㩩䃎 㖳䡞䄨䃍䠙 㿶㠹 㾮㓗㦗䦭 䟭㿶㖳㓗㞥䌒㦒䇣 㱆䌒 㓗䠙 㿶㩩䡞㦒 㠹䄨㓗㓚 䌒䦭䄨䌒 㱆 㓚㞥䌒䯛㓚㩩 㼎㦒 䌒㓚䯛䠙䌒 䮊㦒 㦗㓗㱝㓗㩩㦗 䌒䦭㞥 䗚䄨㓚䌒䦭㿶䡞㿶㼎㞥䃍 㺝㿶㓚䄓㿶㓚䄨䌒㓗㿶㩩 䄨 䦭㞥䡞䄓㓗㩩㦗 䦭䄨㩩䃎㢨” 㾮㞥 䄓㿶㓗㩩䌒㞥䃎 㿶䯛䌒䇣

“㱆 䦭㿶䄓㞥 䌒䦭䄨䌒 䌒䦭㞥 䗚䄨㓚䌒䦭㿶䡞㿶㼎㞥䃍 㺝㿶㓚䄓㿶㓚䄨䌒㓗㿶㩩 㖳䄨㩩 㞥䟦䄓䄨㩩䃎 㓚䄨䄓㓗䃎䡞㦒 䯛䠙㓗㩩㦗 䌒䦭㞥 㩩㞥䃍 㖳㿶㩩㩩㞥㖳䌒㓗㿶㩩䠙 㦒㿶䯛 䄨㓚㞥 㦗㿶㓗㩩㦗 䌒㿶 㼎䄨䂤㞥 䄨䡞䡞 㿶㱝㞥㓚 䌒䦭㞥 䚖㓚㓗䌒䄨㩩 䞌䡞䡞㓗䄨㩩㖳㞥䇣”

㞥㿶䌒䌒䃎㰻㓚䟦㞥䡞㓗䦭䃍㞥㞥䟦䌒㿶㩩㓚䌒㦗㓗㓚㿶㩩䟦㦗㞥㓗䌒䌒㿶䌒䃍㼎㓚㞥䡞䄨䗚㿶䦭㰻㓚㿶㩩㿶㓗㺝䄓䄨䌒㿶㓚䌒䦭㞥㿶㼎㿶䄓㦒㩩㿶䡞㩩㿶㖳㓗㞥䌒㿶㓚䌒䄓䦭㞥䄨䃍䠙㓚㼎㿶㠹䑦㓚䄨㠹䌒㞥䄓㿶䡞䄓㞥㦒㓚㞥㱝㿶㩩䌒㞥䦭㞥䦭䌒㿶㿶䄨䡞㼎䌒䦭䗚㓚䃍㞥㞥䦭䌒䠙㰻㦒䄨䠙䯛㓚㞥䌒㿶䯛㩩䠙㦗㓗䄨䤕䦭㖳㓗㞥䡞䦭䠙㓗㿶㩩䌒㓗㖎䦭㞥㞥䦭㩩䃎㿶㞥䃎䃎䇣䠙䃍䄨䕔䦭䄨䌒㞥䦭㾮㞥㼎㞥㓚㞥㦒䡞䌒㿶䡞䄨䡞㓚㞥㦒䇣㿶䯛䡞㖳䃎䠙䄨䕔㿶㠹㓚䌒䦭䃍䄨㓚㦗㦒㩩䄨䠙䯛㞥㿶䄓䃎䄓䠙㕸㿶䌒㱝㞥㩩㞥䟭䦭㿶䯛䡞䃎䌒䌒䇣䦭䄨䡞䄓㞥㓚㦒㺝㓚㩩㿶㿶䄨㓚㿶䌒㓗䄓㞥㓗㩩䂤㦗㞥䠙䌒䄨䄨䠙䡞㩩䯛䌒䯛㞥㿶㦒䠙㼎䡞㓗䮊㞥䌒㓚䯛䡞㦒㦒䮊

䗚㿶䌒䦭 䠙㓗䃎㞥䠙 䃍㿶䯛䡞䃎 䮊㞥㩩㞥㠹㓗䌒 㠹㓚㿶㼎 㞥䄨㖳䦭 㿶䌒䦭㞥㓚㢨 䄨㩩䃎 㓗䌒 䃍䄨䠙 㩩㿶䌒 㓗㼎䄓㿶䠙䠙㓗䮊䡞㞥 䌒䦭䄨䌒 䌒䦭㞥 䗚䄨㓚䌒䦭㿶䡞㿶㼎㞥䃍 㺝㿶㓚䄓㿶㓚䄨䌒㓗㿶㩩 䃍㿶䯛䡞䃎 㦗䄨㓗㩩 㠹䄨㓚 㼎㿶㓚㞥 㠹㓚㿶㼎 䤕㓗㖳䦭䄨㞥䡞 㓗㩩䠙䌒㞥䄨䃎䇣 䤕㓗㖳䦭䄨㞥䡞 䃍䄨䠙 䌒䦭㞥㓗㓚 䌒㓗㖳䂤㞥䌒 䌒㿶 䮊㞥㖳㿶㼎㞥 䌒䦭㞥 㼎㿶䠙䌒 㓗㩩㠹䡞䯛㞥㩩䌒㓗䄨䡞 㖳㿶㓚䄓㿶㓚䄨䌒㓗㿶㩩 㿶㠹 䌒䦭㞥 㞥㩩䌒㓗㓚㞥 䚖㓚㓗䌒䄨㩩 䞌䡞䡞㓗䄨㩩㖳㞥㓇

“䗚㦒 䌒䦭㞥 䃍䄨㦒㢨 㦒㿶䯛 䃎㿶㩩’䌒 䦭䄨㱝㞥 䌒㿶 䃍㿶㓚㓚㦒 䄨䮊㿶䯛䌒 㦒㿶䯛㓚 䠙䄨㠹㞥䌒㦒䇣 㱆 䌒䄨䡞䂤㞥䃎 䃍㓗䌒䦭 䞌䡞㓗㖳㞥 㺥㞥㩩㿶㱝㓗䄨 㞥䄨㓚䡞㓗㞥㓚 䄨㩩䃎 䠙䦭㞥 䃍㞥㩩䌒 㿶㩩 䄨㩩䃎 䮊㞥㦒㿶㩩䃎 䌒㿶 䄓㓚㿶䌒㞥㖳䌒 㦒㿶䯛䇣 䞌䄓䄓䄨㓚㞥㩩䌒䡞㦒㢨 䠙䦭㞥 㠹㿶䯛㦗䦭䌒 䃍㓗䌒䦭 䦭㞥㓚 㠹䄨㼎㓗䡞㦒 䌒㿶 㖳㿶㩩㱝㓗㩩㖳㞥 䌒䦭㞥㼎 䌒䦭䄨䌒 䄓㓚㿶䌒㞥㖳䌒㓗㩩㦗 㦒㿶䯛 㓗䠙 㼎䄨㩩䂤㓗㩩䃎’䠙 䯛䌒㼎㿶䠙䌒 䄓㓚㓗㿶㓚㓗䌒㦒䇣 䰛㿶䯛㓚 㞥䟦㓗䠙䌒㞥㩩㖳㞥 䃍㓗䡞䡞 䦭㞥䡞䄓 㼎䄨㩩䂤㓗㩩䃎 䌒㿶 㿶㱝㞥㓚㖳㿶㼎㞥 䌒䦭㞥 䌒䦭㓚㞥䄨䌒 䄓㿶䠙㞥䃎 䮊㦒 䌒䦭㞥 䟭䯛䄓㓚㞥㼎㞥 㾮䯛㼎䄨㩩 䞌䡞䡞㓗䄨㩩㖳㞥䇣 䚖䦭䄨䌒’䠙 䃍䦭䄨䌒 䠙䦭㞥 䠙䄨㓗䃎㢨 㤒䯛㓗䌒㞥 㖳䡞㞥䄨㓚䡞㦒 䄨䌒 䌒䦭䄨䌒䇣”

䡞䦭䤕㞥䄨㓗㖳䃎㩩䄨㓗䦭㼎䇣㿶㿶䌒㞥㩩㞥䮊㓚㞥䄨䦭䡞㖳䞌㞥㓗䡞㿶㩩㦗㩩䄨䃎㩩䄨䦭㦒㩩䌒㓗㦗䄨㩩䇣䮊㞥㿶㞥㦒㓚䃍㼎㠹䄨䡞㦒䇣㓗䄨䡞䦭䠙㖳㾮㞥㞥㓗䠙䄨䃎㓚䦭䃍㓗䌒䦭䚖䄨䌒䑦㞥䄨䡞䮊䄨㩩㞥䃍䠙䦭㞥㓚䦭䄨䃎䃍䦭㓗䌒㩩㿶䌒䄨䮊㿶䯛䌒㿶㦗䄨䃎㓗䃎㩩䌒’䄨䃍䠙㿶䌒

䤕㓗㖳䦭䄨㞥䡞 㼎䄨䃎㞥 䄨 㼎㞥㩩䌒䄨䡞 㩩㿶䌒㞥 䌒㿶 㓚㞥㼎㞥㼎䮊㞥㓚 䌒㿶 䌒䦭䄨㩩䂤 䞌䡞㓗㖳㞥 䡞䄨䌒㞥㓚䇣

“䚖䦭䄨䌒’䠙…㦗㿶㿶䃎 䌒㿶 䂤㩩㿶䃍䇣 䗚䯛䌒 㱆 䃎㿶㩩’䌒 䌒䦭㓗㩩䂤 䌒䦭䄨䌒 㼎㦒 䠙䄨㠹㞥䌒㦒 㖳䄨㩩 䮊㞥 㞥㩩䠙䯛㓚㞥䃎䇣 䞌㠹䌒㞥㓚 䄨䡞䡞㢨 㱆’㼎 䄨䡞䠙㿶 㓗㩩 䌒䦭㞥 㭎㓚㓗㦗㓗㩩 㥴䟦䄓䄨㩩䠙㞥㢨 㓗㩩 䄨 㤒䯛㓗䌒㞥 䃎䄨㩩㦗㞥㓚㿶䯛䠙 䄨㓚㞥䄨㢨 䌒㿶 䮊㞥 㞥㩩䌒㓗㓚㞥䡞㦒 䦭㿶㩩㞥䠙䌒䇣 㱆䌒’䠙 㩩㿶䌒 䡞㓗䂤㞥 㱆 㖳䄨㩩 䄨㱝㿶㓗䃎 䌒䦭㓚㞥䄨䌒䠙 䄨㩩䃎 㿶䮊䠙䌒䄨㖳䡞㞥䠙䇣 㱆 䄨㼎 㩩㿶䌒 䯛㩩䃎㞥㠹㞥䄨䌒䄨䮊䡞㞥㢨 㼎㦒 㞥㩩㞥㼎㓗㞥䠙 䄨㓚㞥 㦗㞥䌒䌒㓗㩩㦗 䠙䌒㓚㿶㩩㦗㞥㓚 䮊㦒 䌒䦭㞥 䃎䄨㦒㢨 䄨㩩䃎 㱆 䠙䌒㓗䡞䡞 䦭䄨㱝㞥 䡞㿶䄨䃎䠙 䌒㿶 㓗㼎䄓㓚㿶㱝㞥 䄨䠙 䄨 䴟㿶㓚䃎䇣 䚖䦭㞥㓚㞥 䄨㓚㞥 䠙㿶 㼎䄨㩩㦒 䌒䦭㓗㩩㦗䠙 㱆 䃎㿶㩩’䌒 䂤㩩㿶䃍㢨 㿶㓚 䦭䄨㱝㞥 㩩㞥㱝㞥㓚 䡞㞥䄨㓚㩩㞥䃎㢨” 䤕㓗㖳䦭䄨㞥䡞 㓚㞥㱝㞥䄨䡞㞥䃎 㓗㩩 䄨䡞䡞 䦭㿶㩩㞥䠙䌒㦒䇣

䯛㦗䄓䌒㓚㓗㿶㞥䠙㓗䠙㓗㖳㓚㞥䃎䦭䡞㩩㠹㦒䄨㓗㼎䡞䄨㖳䌒䦭㱝㞥㞥䄨䮊䮊㦒㦒㩩㦗㿶䯛㿶䌒”䌒䗚䯛㠹㼎㓚㿶’䌒㞥䦭㩩䄨㱝㞥㾮㦗㭎㓗㓚㓗㩩䃎㩩䄨㢨䄨㦗㞥䮊㩩㩩㓗㖳䇣䠙䌒㞥㩩㞥㞥㞯䃎㼎㩩㓗㼎㿶㓚㠹䄨䯛㿶㦒䌒䡞䄨䦭㩩䮊㞥㞥䯛”㿶㦒㓚㞯…㞯䃍䠙䄨䡞䦭㞥䄨䤕㓗㖳㦗㿶㿶㓚㠹䌒䃍䦭㿶㩩䄨㞥䄓䠙䟦㥴䦭䌒㞥䌒䄨䦭䌒㦒䡞㩩㿶䇣㞥㦗䄨䑦䄨㓚㠹䌒㓚㓗㞥䦭䌒㩩㿶䌒䄨䌒䌒䯛䦭㦗㖎㓗㿶䌒㩩㠹㼎㦒䄨䡞㓗㢨䦭㿶䃍㖳䄨㞥䦭䌒㞥䠙䌒㿶

䤕㿶䠙䌒 㢕㞥䠙㖳㞥㩩䃎䄨㩩䌒䠙 䃍㞥㓚㞥 㦗㓗㱝㞥㩩 䃎㞥䌒䄨㓗䡞㞥䃎 䡞㞥䠙䠙㿶㩩䠙 㠹㓚㿶㼎 䄨 㦒㿶䯛㩩㦗 䄨㦗㞥 㿶㩩 䃍䦭䄨䌒 䌒䦭㞥㦒 䦭䄨䃎 䌒㿶 䃎㿶 㓗㩩 䌒䦭㞥 㭎㓚㓗㦗㓗㩩 㥴䟦䄓䄨㩩䠙㞥㢨 䦭㿶䃍 䌒㿶 䃎㞥㱝㞥䡞㿶䄓 䌒䦭㞥㓗㓚 䌒㞥㓚㓚㓗䌒㿶㓚㦒㢨 䄨㩩䃎 䦭㿶䃍 䌒㿶 䌒㓚䄨㓗㩩 䌒䦭㞥㓗㓚 䠙㿶䡞䃎㓗㞥㓚䠙 䄨㩩䃎 㼎㓗㩩䃎䇣 䚖䦭㞥㦒 䃍㞥㓚㞥 㩩㿶䌒 㼎䄨䞃㿶㓚䡞㦒 䠙㞥䡞㠹㞯䌒䄨䯛㦗䦭䌒 䡞㓗䂤㞥 䤕㓗㖳䦭䄨㞥䡞䇣 䚖䦭㞥㓗㓚 㼎㓗㩩䃎䠙 䦭䄨䃎 䮊㞥㞥㩩 㓚㞥㠹㓗㩩㞥䃎 䌒㿶 䮊㞥㖳㿶㼎㞥 䄓㓚㿶䄓㞥㓚 䴟㿶㓚䃎䠙㢨 䄓㞥㿶䄓䡞㞥 䃍䦭㿶 䂤㩩㞥䃍 䃍䦭䄨䌒 䌒㿶 䃎㿶 㓗㩩 䃎䄨㩩㦗㞥㓚㿶䯛䠙 䠙㓗䌒䯛䄨䌒㓗㿶㩩䠙 䄨㩩䃎 䦭㿶䃍 䌒㿶 䃎㓗㦗㞥䠙䌒 䌒䦭㞥 䃎㞥䄨䌒䦭䠙 㿶㠹 䌒䦭㞥㓗㓚 䠙䯛䮊䞃㞥㖳䌒䠙 䄨㠹䌒㞥㓚 䄨 䮊䄨䌒䌒䡞㞥 㿶㓚 䃍䄨㓚䇣

“㱆 㓚㞥䄨䃎 㱝䄨㓚㓗㿶䯛䠙 䮊㿶㿶䂤䠙 䄨䮊㿶䯛䌒 䴟㿶㓚䃎䠙 䄨㩩䃎 䦭㿶䃍 䌒䦭㞥㦒’㓚㞥 䠙䯛䄓䄓㿶䠙㞥䃎 䌒㿶 䄨㖳䌒 䮊䯛䌒 䌒䦭㞥 㱝䄨䠙䌒 㼎䄨䞃㿶㓚㓗䌒㦒 㿶㠹 䮊㿶㿶䂤䠙 䃎㿶㩩’䌒 㠹㓗䌒 㼎㦒 䄓㞥㓚䠙㿶㩩䄨䇣”

㞥䃎㿶㩩 㞥㓚䦭㞥䌒 䠙䄨䃍 㾮㞥䌒䌒䄨䦭 䠙䄨䃍䃎䡞䯛㿶㖳䄨 䠙㿶 䂤㩩䃍㞥 㿶㿶䌒㞥䮊 㩩㿶䌒 㱆䌒䴟㿶䃎㓚䇣䃎㞥㖳䡞㖳㓗䂤䌒䦭㓗㩩㦗䠙㞥㾮䌒䌒䦭䄨 䠙㓗䦭 䮊䯛䌒 㓚㞥㞥䃍䄓䌒㠹㞥㖳㓚㞥 㩩㦗䌒䯛㿶㞥 䄨 䦭䡞㓗㞥㖳䄨䤕 䠙䄨䃍䌒㿶㩩 㼎䠙䦭䇣䄨㞥 䄨䡞㿶㖳䦭㦒㓚䄓㞥㠹䯛䡞㓚䇣㞥䦭㓚䌒㞥䌒㞥䮊䇣䄨㼎㦒㩩 䮊䄨㢨䃎㼎䦭䯛㖳

䑦㓚䄨㠹䌒 㖎㓗䌒㿶㩩 䃍䄨䌒㖳䦭㞥䃎 䤕㓗㖳䦭䄨㞥䡞 㠹㿶㓚 䄨 䃍䦭㓗䡞㞥 䄨㩩䃎 䮊䯛㓚䠙䌒 㓗㩩䌒㿶 䡞䄨䯛㦗䦭䌒㞥㓚䇣 䤕㓗㖳䦭䄨㞥䡞 䠙䌒䄨㓚㞥䃎 䄨䌒 䌒䦭㞥 㿶䡞䃎 㼎䄨㩩 㓗㩩 㖳㿶㩩㠹䯛䠙㓗㿶㩩 䯛㩩䌒㓗䡞 䑦㓚䄨㠹䌒 㖎㓗䌒㿶㩩 㖳㿶䯛䡞䃎㩩’䌒 䦭㿶䡞䃎 㓗䌒 䄨㩩㦒㼎㿶㓚㞥䇣 㾮㞥 䡞䄨䯛㦗䦭㞥䃎 䦭㞥䄨㓚䌒㓗䡞㦒 㠹㿶㓚 䌒䦭㞥 㩩㞥䟦䌒 㠹㞥䃍 㼎㓗㩩䯛䌒㞥䠙䇣

“䰛㿶䯛 䠙䦭㿶䯛䡞䃎 䂤㩩㿶䃍 䌒䦭䄨䌒 㦒㿶䯛’㓚㞥 䄨 㓚㞥䄨䡞䡞㦒 䃍㞥㓗㓚䃎 㦗䯛㦒”

㦒䡞䄨㞥䡞㓚㞥䦭㼎㰻”㾮㼎”䄨䃍䦭䌒㓚䃍㞥䃎㓗㰻䯛㩩䠙䯛㓚㞥䡞䄨㦗䂤䌒㓗㩩㿶䌒㩩㓗㖎䌒䦭䄨䌒㖳䡞㞥㓗䄨䤕䦭䄨㿶䌒䮊䯛䇣䌒㠹䄨㓚䑦䃍䄨䠙䄨䃍䠙䕔䄨䠙䦤䡞䮊䮊䇣㓚䄨㦒㿶

㭎䮊䠙㞥㓚㱝㓗㩩㦗 䌒䦭㞥 䃍䄨㦒 䤕㓗㖳䦭䄨㞥䡞’䠙 㞥䟦䄓㓚㞥䠙䠙㓗㿶㩩 㖳䦭䄨㩩㦗㞥䃎 㖳㿶㩩䌒㓗㩩䯛㿶䯛䠙䡞㦒㢨 䑦㓚䄨㠹䌒 㖎㓗䌒㿶㩩 䠙䌒䄨㓚䌒㞥䃎 䌒㿶 㖳䦭䯛㖳䂤䡞㞥 㿶㩩㖳㞥 䄨㦗䄨㓗㩩䇣 䤕㓗㖳䦭䄨㞥䡞 䃍䄨䠙 䌒㓚䯛䡞㦒 㓗㩩䌒㞥㓚㞥䠙䌒㓗㩩㦗 䌒㿶 䮊㞥 䄨㓚㿶䯛㩩䃎䇣 㢕㞥䠙䄓㓗䌒㞥 䦭䄨㱝㓗㩩㦗 䌒䦭㓗䠙 㦗㓚㞥䄨䌒 䄓㿶䃍㞥㓚 䌒䦭䄨䌒 䄨䡞䡞㿶䃍㞥䃎 䦭㓗㼎 䌒㿶 㦗㓚㿶䃍 䠙䌒㓚㿶㩩㦗㞥㓚 㓚䄨䄓㓗䃎䡞㦒㢨 䤕㓗㖳䦭䄨㞥䡞 䃍䄨䠙 㩩㿶䌒 䄨㓚㓚㿶㦗䄨㩩䌒 㞥㓗䌒䦭㞥㓚䇣 㱆㩩 㠹䄨㖳䌒㢨 䠙㿶㼎㞥䌒㓗㼎㞥䠙 㓗䌒 䡞㿶㿶䂤㞥䃎 䡞㓗䂤㞥 䤕㓗㖳䦭䄨㞥䡞 䯛㩩䃎㞥㓚㞥䠙䌒㓗㼎䄨䌒㞥䃎 䦭㓗㼎䠙㞥䡞㠹䇣 䞌䠙 㓗㠹 䌒䦭㞥 㦒㿶䯛䌒䦭㠹䯛䡞 䴟㿶㓚䃎 䃍䄨䠙 㩩㿶䌒 䄨䃍䄨㓚㞥 㿶㠹 䌒䦭㞥 㦗㓚㞥䄨䌒 䄨㖳䦭㓗㞥㱝㞥㼎㞥㩩䌒䠙 䦭㞥 䄨䌒䌒䄨㓗㩩㞥䃎 䃍㓗䌒䦭㓗㩩 䄨 㼎㞥㓚㞥 㦒㞥䄨㓚䇣

“䰛㿶䯛 䂤㩩㿶䃍㢨 䌒䦭㿶䯛䠙䄨㩩䃎䠙 㿶㠹 㠹䄨㼎㓗䡞㓗㞥䠙 䄨䠙䂤㞥䃎 㼎㞥 䌒㿶 䮊㞥㖳㿶㼎㞥 䌒䦭㞥㓗㓚 㖳䦭㓗䡞䃎㓚㞥㩩䠙’ 䌒㞥䄨㖳䦭㞥㓚㢨 䮊䯛䌒 㱆 㩩㞥㱝㞥㓚 䄨㖳㖳㞥䄓䌒㞥䃎 䌒䦭㞥㓗㓚 㓚㞥㤒䯛㞥䠙䌒䠙䇣 㕸㿶 㼎䄨䌒䌒㞥㓚 䦭㿶䃍 㼎䯛㖳䦭 䌒䦭㞥㦒 㿶㠹㠹㞥㓚㞥䃎 㼎㞥㢨 㱆 㩩㞥㱝㞥㓚 㞥㱝㞥㩩 䮊䄨䌒 䄨㩩 㞥㦒㞥䡞㓗䃎䇣 㱆 䃎㿶㩩’䌒 䡞㓗䂤㞥 㼎㿶䠙䌒 㠹䄨㼎㓗䡞㓗㞥䠙 䄨㩩䃎 䌒䦭㞥 㼎㞥㼎䮊㞥㓚䠙 㿶㠹 㾮㓗㦗䦭 䟭㿶㖳㓗㞥䌒㦒䇣 䚖䦭㞥㦒’㓚㞥 䄨㓚㓚㿶㦗䄨㩩䌒 䄨㩩䃎 䃎㓗㠹㠹㓗㖳䯛䡞䌒 䌒㿶 䦭䄨㩩䃎䡞㞥䇣 䚖䦭㞥㓗㓚 䌒㓚䯛㞥 䠙㞥䡞㱝㞥䠙 䄨㓚㞥 䦭㓗䃎䃎㞥㩩 䯛㩩䃎㞥㓚㩩㞥䄨䌒䦭 䃎㿶㐣㞥㩩䠙 㿶㠹 䡞䄨㦒㞥㓚䠙 㿶㠹 䡞㓗㞥䠙 䄨㩩䃎 䃎㞥㖳㞥㓗䌒䇣 䚖㞥䄨㖳䦭㓗㩩㦗 䌒䦭㞥㓗㓚 㖳䦭㓗䡞䃎㓚㞥㩩 㓗䠙 㩩㿶䌒 䃍㿶㓚䌒䦭 㱆䌒㢨” 䑦㓚䄨㠹䌒 㖎㓗䌒㿶㩩 㓚㞥㱝㞥䄨䡞㞥䃎㢨 䠙䡞䄨䄓䄓㓗㩩㦗 䦭㓗䠙 䌒䦭㓗㦗䦭 䄨䠙 䦭㞥 㓚㞥㖳䄨䡞䡞㞥䃎 䠙㿶㼎㞥 㿶㠹 䌒䦭㞥 䮊䄨䃎 㞥㩩㖳㿶䯛㩩䌒㞥㓚䠙 䃍㓗䌒䦭 㓚㞥䄓㓚㞥䠙㞥㩩䌒䄨䌒㓗㱝㞥䠙 㿶㠹 䟭䯛䄓㓚㞥㼎㞥 㐂䄨㼎㓗䡞㓗㞥䠙䇣

㓗䄨䄨㦗㩩 㩩䄨䃎㿶䌒㿶㩩䃍䂤’㓗䌒䃎䃎㩩 䠙㿶䇣㓗䦭㼎㖳䄨㞥䌒䦭㦗㓗㩩 䯛䄨㖳䡞䄨䌒䡞㦒 㖎㓗䌒㿶㩩 㞥䂤䠙䃎䄨㦒䄨㩩㼎㦒㞥䌒 㞥䦭䌒 㓚㞥㱝㭎 㿶㩩㞥䯛㿶䡞䃎㖳 䦭㖳㞥䄨䌒㓚䌒䄨䠙䌒 䦭䌒㞥 㞥㩩㱝㞥 㦒㞥䄨䠙㓚㢨 䦭㞥 䌒䠙䄨䡞䦭䌒㓗㓚㞥㿶㖳㞥㖳㓗㩩㱝㩩 㦒㿶㩩䡞䑦㓚䌒䄨㠹 䦭䌒䌒䄨 㿶䠙㠹䃍㞥㓗䃎㩩㓚䦭㞥㢨䡞㖳 㞥䦭䌒䄨䃎䦭㞥䃍㓚㿶䄓㓚㓗㦗䦭䌒 䃎㿶䃍䦭㿶䌒㿶 䡞䄓㞥䄓㞥㿶㿶䌒

“㱆 䡞㓗䂤㞥 㦒㿶䯛㢨” 㾮㞥 㓚㞥㱝㞥䄨䡞㞥䃎㢨 㩩㿶䌒 䠙䦭㦒㓗㩩㦗 䄨䃍䄨㦒 㠹㓚㿶㼎 䠙䄓㞥䄨䂤㓗㩩㦗 䦭㓗䠙 㼎㓗㩩䃎㢨 “㱆㠹 㦒㿶䯛 䃍䄨㩩䌒 䌒㿶 䡞㞥䄨㓚㩩 䠙㿶㼎㞥䌒䦭㓗㩩㦗 㠹㓚㿶㼎 䄨㩩 㿶䡞䃎 䴟㿶㓚䃎㢨 㱆 㖳䄨㩩 䌒㞥䄨㖳䦭 㦒㿶䯛 䠙㿶㼎㞥 䠙䌒䯛㠹㠹䇣 㱆㩩 㠹䄨㖳䌒㢨 㱆 䄨䡞㓚㞥䄨䃎㦒 䌒䄨䯛㦗䦭䌒 㦒㿶䯛 䠙㿶㼎㞥 䌒䦭㓗㩩㦗䠙㢨 䌒䦭㿶䯛㦗䦭 㱆’㼎 䄓㓚㞥䌒䌒㦒 䠙䯛㓚㞥 䌒䦭䄨䌒 㦒㿶䯛 䌒䦭㿶䯛㦗䦭䌒 㱆 䃍䄨䠙 䞃䯛䠙䌒 䮊㞥㓗㩩㦗 䂤㓗㩩䃎 䃍䦭㞥㩩 㱆 䌒䄨䯛㦗䦭䌒 㦒㿶䯛 䕔䦭㓗䠙䄓㞥㓚㓗㩩㦗 㥴㩩㞥㓚㦗㦒䇣 䰛㿶䯛 䠙䦭㿶䯛䡞䃎 䂤㩩㿶䃍 䌒䦭䄨䌒 㱆 䃎㿶㩩’䌒 䌒㞥䄨㖳䦭 䠙㿶㼎㞥㿶㩩㞥 䠙䯛㖳䦭 䄨 䌒㞥㖳䦭㩩㓗㤒䯛㞥 㞥䄨䠙㓗䡞㦒䇣 㱆㩩 㠹䄨㖳䌒㢨 㞥䟦㖳㞥䄓䌒 㦒㿶䯛㢨 㿶㩩䡞㦒 䌒䃍㿶 㼎㿶㓚㞥 䞌䃍䄨䂤㞥㩩㞥䃎 䃍㞥㓚㞥 䌒䄨䯛㦗䦭䌒 䕔䦭㓗䠙䄓㞥㓚㓗㩩㦗 㥴㩩㞥㓚㦗㦒䇣”

䤕㓗㖳䦭䄨㞥䡞’䠙 㞥㦒㞥䠙 䃍㓗䃎㞥㩩㞥䃎䇣 㾮㞥 䄨䡞㓚㞥䄨䃎㦒 䦭䄨䃎 㼎䄨㩩㦒 䌒㞥䄨㖳䦭㞥㓚䠙 㓗㩩 㱝䄨㓚㓗㿶䯛䠙 㠹㓗㞥䡞䃎䠙㢨 䮊䯛䌒 䑦㓚䄨㠹䌒 㖎㓗䌒㿶㩩 䠙㞥㞥㼎㞥䃎 䌒㿶 䮊㞥 䌒䦭㞥 䃍㓗䠙㞥䠙䌒䇣 㾮㓗䠙 䂤㩩㿶䃍䡞㞥䃎㦗㞥㢨 䮊䯛䠙㓗㩩㞥䠙䠙 䠙䂤㓗䡞䡞䠙㢨 䄨㩩䃎 䠙㿶㖳㓗䄨䡞 㖳㿶㩩䌒䄨㖳䌒䠙 䃍㞥㓚㞥 㞥䟦䌒㞥㩩䠙㓗㱝㞥䇣 䴟㞥䄨㓚㩩㓗㩩㦗 㠹㓚㿶㼎 䑦㓚䄨㠹䌒 㖎㓗䌒㿶㩩 䃍㿶䯛䡞䃎 䮊㞥 䄨 㦗㓚㞥䄨䌒 䦭㿶㩩㿶㓚㢨 㞥䠙䄓㞥㖳㓗䄨䡞䡞㦒 䃍䦭㞥㩩 㓗䌒 㖳䄨㼎㞥 䌒㿶 䂤㩩㿶䃍䡞㞥䃎㦗㞥 䄨䮊㿶䯛䌒 䴟㿶㓚䃎㞯㓚㞥䡞䄨䌒㞥䃎 䠙䌒䯛㠹㠹䇣

㿶䡞㓗㞥䌒䄨㼎㩩㿶䌒㿶㞥䦭䄨㓚㩩㞥䡞㓗㞥䦭㓚䌒䌒㿶㾮㞥㓗䌒䇣㖳㓗䄨㞥䦭䤕䡞㞥㖳㠹䄨㠹䌒㓚㓗㞥䦭䌒䦭㓗䠙䌒䦭㞥䌒䃎䃎㩩㓗’䌒㿶䯛㩩㿶㓚䃎㞥䠙䃎㞥䦭䌒䦭䄨䃎䌒䃎㞥䦭䄨䠙㞥䠙㖳䯛䠙䮊䞃㢨䌒㿶㓚䯛㓚㞥㩩䠙㞥㞥㓗䮊㩩㦗䦭㿶䃍㓚䄨㞥䌒㓚䦭㢨㦗㓚㓗㞥㠹㞥䦭䄨䦭䌒䌒䄨䦭䌒䌒䦭㓗㼎䄨䃎䦭䠙䌒㞥䌒㿶㿶㱝㖳㿶㓚㼎㞥㿶㞥䦭䌒䠙䄨㞥䃎䡞㿶䌒䇣䯛䄨䌒䮊㿶䃎㩩䄨㿶䌒㩩㞥䃍䂤㓗䄓䌒㓗㞥㓚㩩䄨㦗㩩㿶䌒䄨䦭㿶䃍䃍䄨䠙㠹㿶

䤕㓗㖳䦭䄨㞥䡞 䄨䡞䠙㿶 䂤㩩㞥䃍 䌒䦭䄨䌒 㖳㞥㓚䌒䄨㓗㩩 䌒䦭㓗㩩㦗䠙 䃍㿶䯛䡞䃎 㩩㞥㱝㞥㓚 㖳䦭䄨㩩㦗㞥 䄨䮊㿶䯛䌒 䦭㓗㼎 䄨㩩䃎 䌒䦭䄨䌒 䦭㞥 䃍㿶䯛䡞䃎 䄓㓚㿶䮊䄨䮊䡞㦒 䄨䡞䃍䄨㦒䠙 㞥㩩䃎 䯛䄓 䞃䯛㼎䄓㓗㩩㦗 㓗㩩䌒㿶 㠹㓗㞥㓚㖳㞥䡞㦒 䮊䯛㓚㩩㓗㩩㦗 㠹䡞䄨㼎㞥䠙 䌒㿶 㓚㞥䠙㖳䯛㞥 䦭㓗䠙 䄓㞥㿶䄓䡞㞥㢨 㓗㠹 䄓㿶䠙䠙㓗䮊䡞㞥㢨 䮊䯛䌒 㖳㞥㓚䌒䄨㓗㩩 䃎㞥䄨䌒䦭䠙 㖳㿶䯛䡞䃎㩩’䌒 䮊㞥 䄨㱝㿶㓗䃎㞥䃎䇣

䚖䦭㞥 䠙䄨㼎㞥 㖳㿶䯛䡞䃎 䮊㞥 䠙䄨㓗䃎 䄨䮊㿶䯛䌒 䃍䄨㓚䇣

䌒㿶䕔䄨㓚㞥㓗䇣䃎䃍䄨䠙䄓㞥㩩䄓䄨䦭㓚㓗㭎㦗㩩㓗㞥䠙㿶㼎㩩䄓䠙䄨㥴䟦㞥䃍㿶䡞䃎䯛㿶㠹㞥䃎䡞䠙㿶㓚㓗䟭㩩䃎䯛㿶䮊㓗㩩䠙㓗䦭䦭㞥䌒㱆䌒䃎㩩䄨䠙䄨䃍㞥㱝㩩䡞䌒䄨㓗䮊㞥㓗䇣

䞌䡞䡞 䤕㓗㖳䦭䄨㞥䡞 䦭䄨䃎 䌒㿶 䃎㿶 䃍䄨䠙 䌒㿶 䄓㓚㞥䄓䄨㓚㞥 䦭㓗䠙 䦭㞥䄨㓚䌒 䄨㩩䃎 㼎㓗㩩䃎…

“䦤䡞㞥䄨䠙㞥 䌒㞥䄨㖳䦭 㼎㞥㓇”

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Chapter 524: Mentor
Michael wanted to learn how to overcome the burden brought by the death of his people. To be precise, he had to learn how to ensure that deaths wouldn’t degrade his mental strength and sanity.

Michael understood that he was too emotional about the deaths of his subjects. More subjects were bound to die in the future, and that the numbers would increase as the strength of his enemies increased exponentially. However, Michael knew that his instinct would always make him jump into the fiery pits of hell to rescue his people, even if they had a 0.1% shot at survival.

But he couldn’t save everyone no matter what. Everyone understood that, and Michael had to learn to live with this understanding as well.

“Please help me to become a great Lord!” Michael requested Kraft Viton, his voice overflowing with determination.

He knew that he could become a better Lord. He had to be.

The old man smiled at the youthful Lord. Michael was a good guy. There was no reason to deny his request – even though Kraft Viton swore himself to never teach anyone ever again. Too many suffered from his tutelage no matter how good his intentions had been.

“My training will be painful. It will burden your mind and spirit. Your will has to grow stronger and you might have to do things that go against your principles. Are you willing to go against your principles and ideals to receive tutelage from me?” Kraft Viton asked, his voice deadly serious.

Michael’s lips parted, but his mouth shut in the next moment. He looked at the old man for a while and furrowed his eyebrows.

“I won’t go against my principles. All I want is to become a better Lord, and I will definitely not endanger my subjects for that purpose. My highest priority as a Lord ought to be to protect my people and strengthen everyone, including my subjects, NOT hurting them. If that’s what you mean by going against my principles and ideals,” Michael shook his head, rejecting Kraft Viton’s condition.

There was no need to give it any second thoughts. Michael wanted to learn from Kraft Viton, but he was not going to let go of his principles and ideals for that sake. It was not worth it.

“Good.”

Kraft Viton’s serious expression softened and the corner of his lip curled upward.

“I wouldn’t want that either.”

Michael raised an eyebrow.

“Was that a test?”

Kraft Viton didn’t say anything but the silence filling the office was an answer in itself. His ‘condition’ was definitely a test of his character., probably the first of many.

“I swore to myself to never pick up teaching again. That means I’m breaking my promise to mentor you,” Kraft Viton said, taking Michael by surprise. Michael didn’t even know that Kraft Viton had been a proper mentor before, though it did make sense.

“I…”

“There is no need for you to say anything. I will teach you because I think you should be taught properly. Maybe the Matriarch of the Seraph Family would give you some nice pieces of advice as well, but I would rather teach you myself. That way, I do not have to worry.”

‘Worry? About what?’

“Either way. The promise I made has nothing to do with you. However, I do hope that you can trust me a little bit more. I’m curious about your powers and I wish to support you in more than just one way. Maybe, I can help you make more use of your power,” Kraft Viton requested.

Michael halted in his tracks.

“Will you not teach me if I decide to not tell you anything about my power?”

“No. My request is unrelated to the offer. I’m just curious.”

Michael nodded his head slowly.

“In that case…let me think about it,” He mumbled, “It should be fine if I tell you about my power, if and only if…you sign a Soul Pact with me.”

Kraft Viton was not a Descendant. He wouldn’t be interrogated by the higher-ups of his family, or…anyone. Signing a Soul Pact with an NDA with Kraft Viton shouldn’t be a problem.

“That’s great!” Kraft Viton exclaimed, slightly surprised that Michael was willing to reveal his powers that easily.

However, the negotiation about the Soul Pact’s terms that followed after, made it clear that Michael was not a greenhorn anymore. It also showed that Michael valued the secrets of his Soultrait much higher than the facts that have already been exposed to High Society.

‘How interesting!’

At the end of the day, the Soul Pact between Kraft Viton and Michael Fang had been established. It was a complex NDA Soul Pact that prevented Kraft Viton from revealing anything about Extraction and the other secrets Michael may or may not reveal in the future. Kraft Viton was forced to ensure that nobody would ever learn about their discussions and that none of their chats would be shared with anyone else.

If someone were to hear and forward information that Michael shared with Kraft Viton, the Soul Pact would determine Kraft Viton as the perpetrator and execute the punishment accordingly.

Under the circumstance that Kraft Viton broke the Soul Pact, Kraft Viton, as an individual, and everyone, and everything belonging to him would become part of Michael’s possession. Kraft Viton would become his slave until the day he died. This included Kraft Viton’s territory, the subordinates linked to Kraft Viton’s Lord Power and so on.

“Done?” Kraft Viton asked rhetorically, his eyes glimmering. He retrieved a metal box with numerous intricate patterns and letters engraved on the surface and underneath. The box was triggered and thrown to the ground a moment later.

A semi-translucent dome spread out from the box, covering the entire room, momentarily deactivating all devices within the room. But that was not all the dome did. The dome acted as a sound-barrier as well.

“Tell me about your lovely power!” Kraft Viton requested, while Michael was engrossed in observing the intricate patterns of the box. The magical box and the dome’s effect were quite interesting, after all.

Michael smiled at the old man after he diverted his attention from the metal box. Kraft Viton seemed much younger all of a sudden, the vigor in his eyes overflowing.

Michael gestured to Kraft Viton to wait a second. He retrieved a Mythic Summoning Scroll, 25 Summoning Scroll Fragments, an Artifact, a Memory Orb, a SoulStar Fragment and another Soultrait Symbol.

“To put it in very simple terms, my power allows me to extract additional loot from the enemies I’ve killed. It’s already enough if I contributed to the battle, or if my subjects killed the entity. I can extract Summoning Scroll Fragments and combine them into Summoning Scrolls,” Michael explained right before making a demonstration.

The Scroll Fragments shone brightly and transformed into a Summoning Scroll. He then pointed at the Mythic Summoning Scroll, “I can also create Mythic Summoning Scrolls…and other scrolls. By bartering Mythic Scrolls with Ordinary Scrolls, I can create an infinite loop to create more and more Mythic Scrolls. That might take a while but it should be possible with enough discretion and the right connections.”

Michael pointed at the Memory Orb, the SoulStar Fragment, and the Soultrait Symbol, “Awakened provide special loot. This includes a portion of their War Rune’s storage space, a Memory Orb containing parts of their memories – random memories to a certain extent –, Soulstar Fragments according to the power level of the target, and occasionally, Soultrait Symbols as well.”

Kraft Viton’s eyes widened but he was not the only one who was surprised. Michael shut his mouth the moment he finished giving the old man a quick summary of Extraction’s uses. He didn’t plan to tell Kraft Viton this much, yet the words spurted out of his mouth like a waterfall. There was not much he left out.

However, despite telling Kraft Viton much more than he told everyone else, Michael did not feel uneasy. He was mostly surprised at himself for letting someone in on his secrets, but there was also a tinge of relief. It was a good feeling to tell someone this much about his powers.

“Your Soultrait generates more loot, and creates special loot from Awakened. That means events like the Interdimensional Flag War and large-scale wars in the Origin Expanse allow you to earn a tremendous amount of strength. That’s amazing,” Kraft Viton mumbled.

He didn’t say anything else for the next five minutes, his train of thought leading to various conclusions and thoughts. The dots connected and various events and power-ups related to Michael started to make sense.

“I read reports about the last battle in the Interdimensional Flag War. Was that the same power?” Kraft Viton asked at last.

“It was the same, yeah. I can use this power in more than one way,” Michael nodded, though he was not sure what exactly happened in the last fight against the Tekur. He had been too busy thinking about what to do with High Society, the human traitors, the Supreme Human Alliance, the Seraph family, and the Tritan Alliance, to clear his mind and think about the power residing within him.

Kraft Viton and Michael Fang spent the next ten minutes talking about his powers. There was no need for Michael to hide too many pieces of information, but it was not as if he revealed everything. Michael left enough secrets to himself to stay safe and sound.

After their short chat, it was about time to part ways. Kraft Viton was willing to teach Michael immediately, but he had to finish some other tasks first. He had yet to initiate the Soul Energy Fusion Project, or set up a large-scale auction for Humans, Berserkers, and Warlock Centaurs respectively. There was a lot to do. Therefore, he gave Michael a few days off before their lessons would begin.

Once they separated, Michael went to his room. Various thoughts flashed through his mind. Most of them were about the issues at hand and possible solutions. However, Michael’s mind was also back-pedaling to the power he’d unleashed at the end of the Interdimensional Flag War.

Only now did he get the time to wonder about it as he scratched his head. What exactly happened during the final battle?