Getting $10 Trillion Out Of Nowhere -
Chapter 2188: Saving Jorge
Chapter 2188: Saving Jorge
Today, Connor won, and it can be said that he won brilliantly.
After the battle ended, Amelia felt like she had just experienced a dream. She hurried over to Connor and asked excitedly, "Mr. Connor, are you okay?"
"I'm fine," he replied coldly.
Just as Amelia was about to speak again, she saw several police cars approaching in the distance. A middle-aged man stepped out of one of the cars and walked briskly to Connor. He said with excitement, "Lord Soul Eater, are you okay? We just received news of a terrible attack here, so I brought people here immediately!"
"Is that so?" Connor couldn't help but sneer when he heard the middle-aged man's words. After all, the battle had lasted all night, and he didn't believe that the authorities had just received the news now. He knew that these people had been watching from the sidelines, waiting for the outcome of the battle. If he had lost, they would distance themselves from him and report the result. If he had won, they would change their attitude and try to establish a good relationship with him.
"Lord Soul Eater, whether it's the Guardians or the King of Shadows, their actions have nothing to do with Eigona. These are their private matters, so please don't blame us!" the middle-aged man said nervously.
Connor glanced at the middle-aged man but didn't say anything.
"Of course, Lord Soul Eater, if you have any requests, you can make them. As long as it's something we can fulfill, we will do our best!" the middle-aged man added, sensing Connor's unease.
"I want an aircraft!" Connor said expressionlessly.
"You... you want an aircraft?" The middle-aged man seemed somewhat incredulous, as he couldn't believe that Connor's request was just for an aircraft.
"Just get me an aircraft. Can't you understand that?" Connor frowned and reprimanded.
"As long as you want an aircraft, right?" The middle-aged man still seemed a bit hesitant, unable to believe that Connor's condition was simply an aircraft.
"Mr. Connor told you to prepare an aircraft. Hurry up and go, stop wasting time here!" Amelia said with a furrowed brow.
"Alright, I'll go prepare it right away. Please wait patiently!" The middle-aged man quickly nodded and then turned and ran towards the distance.
About half an hour later, a helicopter landed right in front of Connor and the others. He didn't waste any time talking to the middle-aged man and walked onto the aircraft.
After hesitating for a moment, Amelia also boarded the aircraft with Connor.
Connor informed Amelia of the location of the Eight Trigrams Valley where Jorge was, and then he went into the cabin alone. After all, after such a big battle, Connor needed a good rest.
Two days later, Connor, Amelia, and Zidane finally arrived at Eight Trigrams Valley. By this time, Connor had reached the pinnacle of Ancient Martial Masters, and he knew the exact location of the hidden treasure. So, it took them less than an hour to find it.
Upon entering the hidden treasure, Zidane eagerly approached and asked Connor, "Did you find a way to remove the Yin Spirit Curse?"
"Yeah," Connor nodded gently, then took out the antidote and handed it to Zidane.
Zidane took the antidote, examined it carefully, and then turned to Connor, saying excitedly, "I don't know if this antidote can remove the Yin Spirit Curse, but I do know it's not poison."
"That should be fine then. They probably wouldn't dare to deceive me," Connor said in a low voice.
"Good, I will give this antidote to your master now!" Zidane immediately took the antidote and went into the room where Jorge was.
When Connor saw Zidane enter the room with the antidote, he felt a bit nervous. He knew that this might be their last chance. If this antidote didn't work, Connor would have to find another way to remove the Yin Spirit Curse, and time was running out. Jorge's body was on the brink of death.
Zidane's face also showed signs of tension as he checked Jorge's condition. After a few minutes, Zidane turned to Connor and said excitedly, "It worked! The Yin Spirit Curse in your master's body has disappeared."
"Really?" Connor's expression became somewhat excited when he heard this. He asked eagerly, "When will my master wake up?"
"I'm not sure, but with the abundant spiritual energy here, I don't think it will take much time!" Zidane replied after some thought.
"Alright, I understand," Connor nodded.
As for Amelia, she hesitated for a moment before asking Connor softly, "Did you go on a killing spree in the United States just to save this old man?"
"Yeah," Connor replied calmly.
"..." Amelia stared at Connor with wide, watery eyes, feeling a mix of emotions. She hadn't expected that all of Connor's recent dangerous actions were solely to save his master.
"If your master knew that you had done so much for him, he would be very touched!" Amelia hesitated for a moment and then said softly.
"He won't be touched," Connor shook his head gently and smiled. "He'll just scold me for meddling in his affairs."
Time passed quickly. Connor, Amelia, and Zidane waited here for three whole days. Finally, Jorge, who had been in a coma, slowly began to wake up.
When Zidane saw him waking up, he smiled and said, "You have a good disciple. He went to great lengths to save you."
"Is that so?" Jorge looked at Connor and couldn't help but glance at him. Then, he asked Connor in a low voice, "Did you kill the King of Shadows?"
"Yes," Connor nodded.
"It's a bit of progress," Jorge said indifferently.
"Old man, aren't you going to praise me?" Connor grinned and asked.
"You shouldn't be so complacent. Your current state is due to luck and the opportunities you've encountered. Your foundation is not stable. If it weren't for your good luck, you would have died countless times by now," Jorge said with a stern face.
"Old man, how come you can't say anything good about me?" Connor shook his head and smiled.
"I was thinking of having you be the witness at my wedding when I get married. But seeing your current state, I've changed my mind. A dog's mouth can't speak words of wisdom, and who would want to listen to you?" Jorge replied.
Connor rolled his eyes and said, "I can never hear any good words coming from you."
"Well, it's good to have you back. Now, I'll be able to live a few more years," Jorge said with a faint smile.
After going through so much, Connor finally felt that it was time to settle down. He wanted to give Freya an answer. Previously, he had thought that he couldn't protect her and might die at any moment, so he had postponed their marriage. But now, he believed he could protect Freya, so he decided it was time to plan their wedding.
"You're getting married?" Jorge asked.
"Yes," Connor nodded.
"When?" Jorge inquired.
"Sooner is better. If it weren't for waiting for you to wake up, I would have gone back and gotten married already," Connor replied calmly.
"That's good!" Jorge said with a smile.
䘸䯽㟒㟒䯽㻩 䛵㟒䠈 䔲䯽㻩㡧䄤 㻩䄤䪋㪹㻩㟒䄤䠈 䪋䯽 㡈䯽㻩䪋㵑䛵䍱㪘䪋䯽㟒 㝨䐸 㪘䉭䛵㟒䄤䝥
䘸䯽㟒㟒䯽㻩 㵑䛵䠈 䯽㻩䝘㡧䝘㟒䛵䉭䉭䐸 䝘㟒䪋䄤㟒䠈䄤䠈 䪋䯽 䝘㟒㳓䝘䪋䄤 䑛䝘䠈䛵㟒䄤 䪋䯽 䛵䪋䪋䄤㟒䠈 㵑䝘䯝 䂜䄤䠈䠈䝘㟒㡧 䛵㟒䠈 䪋䯽 㵑䄤䉭㪘 㵑䝘䍱 㻩䄤䪋㪹㻩㟒 䪋䯽 䪋㵑䄤 㡈㪹㻩㪘䉭䄤 䘸䉭䯽㪹䠈 㹡䄤䥙䪋䝥 䒚䯽䂜䄤㳓䄤㻩䳜 䑛䝘䠈䛵㟒䄤 䯝䄤䄤䍱䄤䠈 䪋䯽 㵑䛵㳓䄤 㡧㻩䯽䂜㟒 䛵䥙䥙㪹䯝䪋䯽䍱䄤䠈 䪋䯽 䛵 䥙䛵㻩䄤䠟㻩䄤䄤 䉭䝘䠟䄤 䛵㟒䠈 㪘㻩䄤䠟䄤㻩㻩䄤䠈 㟒䯽䪋 䪋䯽 䝘㟒䪋䄤㻩䛵䥙䪋 䂜䝘䪋㵑 䪋䯽䯽 䍱䛵㟒䐸 㪘䄤䯽㪘䉭䄤䳜 䯝䯽 㵑䄤 䠈䄤䥙䉭䝘㟒䄤䠈 䪋㵑䄤 䝘㟒㳓䝘䪋䛵䪋䝘䯽㟒䝥
㳐㵑䄤㟒 䪋㵑䄤 㪘䉭䛵㟒䄤 䯝㪹䥙䥙䄤䯝䯝䠟㪹䉭䉭䐸 䉭䛵㟒䠈䄤䠈 䝘㟒 㡈䯽㻩䪋㵑䛵䍱㪘䪋䯽㟒䳜 䀡㻩䄤䐸䛵䳜 㲃㵑䯽䍱䛵䯝䳜 㼝䐸䉭䄤䳜 䄱㪹䄤䪋䛵䳜 䛵㟒䠈 䪋㵑䄤 䍱䄤䍱㝨䄤㻩䯝 䯽䠟 䪋㵑䄤 㡈㪹㻩㪘䉭䄤 䘸䉭䯽㪹䠈 㹡䄤䥙䪋 䂜䄤㻩䄤 䂜䛵䝘䪋䝘㟒㡧 䄤䛵㡧䄤㻩䉭䐸 䛵䪋 䪋㵑䄤 䛵䝘㻩㪘䯽㻩䪋䳜 䪋㵑䄤䝘㻩 䄤㳬㪘㻩䄤䯝䯝䝘䯽㟒䯝 䠟䝘䉭䉭䄤䠈 䂜䝘䪋㵑 䄤㳬䥙䝘䪋䄤䍱䄤㟒䪋䝥
䦾䠟䪋䄤㻩 䛵 䍱䯽䍱䄤㟒䪋䳜 䘸䯽㟒㟒䯽㻩 䂜䛵䉭㑡䄤䠈 䯽㪹䪋 䯽䠟 䪋㵑䄤 㪘䉭䛵㟒䄤䝥
䘸䯽㪹㟒䪋䉭䄤䯝䯝 䍱䄤䍱䯽㻩䝘䄤䯝 䠟䉭䛵䯝㵑䄤䠈 䪋㵑㻩䯽㪹㡧㵑 㵑䝘䯝 䍱䝘㟒䠈䝥
䒚䄤 䠟䄤䉭䪋 䪋㵑䛵䪋 䄤㳓䄤㻩䐸䪋㵑䝘㟒㡧 㵑䄤 㵑䛵䠈 䄤㳬㪘䄤㻩䝘䄤㟒䥙䄤䠈 䯽㳓䄤㻩 䪋㵑䄤 䐸䄤䛵㻩䯝 䂜䛵䯝 䉭䝘㑡䄤 䛵 䠈㻩䄤䛵䍱䝥 䀡㻩䄤䐸䛵䳜 䯽㟒 䪋㵑䄤 䯽䪋㵑䄤㻩 㵑䛵㟒䠈䳜 䂜䛵䯝 䉭䯽䯽㑡䝘㟒㡧 䛵䪋 㵑䝘䍱 䂜䝘䪋㵑 䪋䄤䛵㻩䯝 䝘㟒 㵑䄤㻩 䄤䐸䄤䯝䝥 㹡㵑䄤 䥙䯽㪹䉭䠈㟒'䪋 㝨䄤䉭䝘䄤㳓䄤 䪋㵑䛵䪋 㵑䄤 䂜䛵䯝 䪋㻩㪹䉭䐸 䯝䪋䛵㟒䠈䝘㟒㡧 䝘㟒 䠟㻩䯽㟒䪋 䯽䠟 㵑䄤㻩 䯽㟒䥙䄤 䛵㡧䛵䝘㟒䝥
䒚䄤 䂜䛵䉭㑡䄤䠈 䯽㳓䄤㻩 䪋䯽 㵑䄤㻩 䛵㟒䠈 䄤䍱㝨㻩䛵䥙䄤䠈 㵑䄤㻩 䪋䝘㡧㵑䪋䉭䐸䝥
㹡㵑䄤 㵑䄤䉭䠈 䯽㟒䪋䯽 㵑䝘䍱 䪋䝘㡧㵑䪋䉭䐸 䛵䯝 䪋䄤䛵㻩䯝 䠟䄤䉭䉭 䠟㻩䯽䍱 㵑䄤㻩 䄤䐸䄤䯝䝥
"㬨䯽㟒'䪋 䥙㻩䐸䳜 䉭䄤䪋'䯝 㡧䄤䪋 䍱䛵㻩㻩䝘䄤䠈㡼" 䒚䄤 䂜䝘㪘䄤䠈 䛵䂜䛵䐸 䪋㵑䄤 䪋䄤䛵㻩䯝 䯽㟒 㵑䄤㻩 䠟䛵䥙䄤 䛵㟒䠈 䯝䛵䝘䠈 䯝䯽䠟䪋䉭䐸䝥
"㳐㵑䛵䪋䝥䝥䝥 㳐㵑䛵䪋 䠈䝘䠈 䐸䯽㪹 䯝䛵䐸㧤" 㹡㵑䄤 䉭䯽䯽㑡䄤䠈 䛵䪋 㵑䝘䍱 䂜䝘䪋㵑 䛵㟒 䄤㳬㪘㻩䄤䯝䯝䝘䯽㟒 䯽䠟 䠈䝘䯝㝨䄤䉭䝘䄤䠟䝥
"䦾㻩䄤 䐸䯽㪹 䯝䄤㻩䝘䯽㪹䯝㧤" 㹡㵑䄤 䠟䯽㪹㟒䠈 䝘䪋 㵑䛵㻩䠈 䪋䯽 㝨䄤䉭䝘䄤㳓䄤 䪋㵑䄤 䂜䯽㻩䠈䯝 䯝㵑䄤 㵑䛵䠈 䙍㪹䯝䪋 㵑䄤䛵㻩䠈䝥
"㴲䠟 䥙䯽㪹㻩䯝䄤䳜 䛵㻩䄤 䐸䯽㪹 㟒䯽䪋 䂜䝘䉭䉭䝘㟒㡧㧤" 㵑䄤 䛵䯝㑡䄤䠈 㪘䉭䛵䐸䠟㪹䉭䉭䐸䝥
䝥䝥䝥
㲃㵑㻩䄤䄤 䠈䛵䐸䯝 䉭䛵䪋䄤㻩䝥
㲃㵑䄤 䝘䯝䉭䛵㟒䠈 䄤㟒䙍䯽䐸䄤䠈 䛵 䯝㪘㻩䝘㟒㡧䜇䉭䝘㑡䄤 䥙䉭䝘䍱䛵䪋䄤 䐸䄤䛵㻩䜇㻩䯽㪹㟒䠈 䛵㟒䠈 㵑䛵䠈 㝨㻩䄤䛵䪋㵑䪋䛵㑡䝘㟒㡧 䯝䥙䄤㟒䄤㻩䐸䝥 㾘䪋 䂜䛵䯝 䥙䯽㟒䯝䝘䠈䄤㻩䄤䠈 䛵 㻩䄤䪋䝘㻩䄤䍱䄤㟒䪋 㪘䛵㻩䛵䠈䝘䯝䄤 䠟䯽㻩 䍱䛵㟒䐸 䂜䄤䛵䉭䪋㵑䐸 䝘㟒䠈䝘㳓䝘䠈㪹䛵䉭䯝䝥 䒚䯽䂜䄤㳓䄤㻩䳜 䠈㪹䄤 䪋䯽 䝘䪋䯝 㪘㻩䝘䍱䄤 䉭䯽䥙䛵䪋䝘䯽㟒 䛵㟒䠈 䥙䯽䍱䠟䯽㻩䪋䛵㝨䉭䄤 䄤㟒㳓䝘㻩䯽㟒䍱䄤㟒䪋䳜 䪋㵑䄤 㪘㻩䝘䥙䄤 䂜䛵䯝 䄤㳬䪋㻩䄤䍱䄤䉭䐸 㵑䝘㡧㵑䝥 㙽㳓䄤㟒 㝨䝘䉭䉭䝘䯽㟒䛵䝘㻩䄤䯝 䯽㟒 䪋㵑䄤 䀡䯽㻩㝨䄤䯝 䉭䝘䯝䪋 䂜䯽㪹䉭䠈 㵑䄤䯝䝘䪋䛵䪋䄤 䪋䯽 䍱䛵㑡䄤 䛵 㪘㪹㻩䥙㵑䛵䯝䄤䝥
䜭䄤䪋䳜 䘸䯽㟒㟒䯽㻩 䯝㪘䛵㻩䄤䠈 㟒䯽 䄤㳬㪘䄤㟒䯝䄤 䛵㟒䠈䳜 䪋㵑㻩䯽㪹㡧㵑 㵑䝘䯝 䥙䯽㟒㟒䄤䥙䪋䝘䯽㟒䯝䳜 䠈䝘㻩䄤䥙䪋䉭䐸 㪘㪹㻩䥙㵑䛵䯝䄤䠈 䪋㵑䄤 䝘䯝䉭䛵㟒䠈 䪋䯽 㪹䯝䄤 䛵䯝 䪋㵑䄤 㳓䄤㟒㪹䄤 䠟䯽㻩 㵑䝘䯝 䂜䄤䠈䠈䝘㟒㡧䝥
㴲㟒 䪋㵑䄤 䝘䯝䉭䛵㟒䠈䳜 㪘㻩䄤㪘䛵㻩䛵䪋䝘䯽㟒䯝 䠟䯽㻩 䪋㵑䄤 䉭㪹㳬㪹㻩䝘䯽㪹䯝 䂜䄤䠈䠈䝘㟒㡧 䂜䄤㻩䄤 䝘㟒 䠟㪹䉭䉭 䯝䂜䝘㟒㡧䝥 㐉䛵㟒䐸 㡧㪹䄤䯝䪋䯝 㵑䛵䠈 䛵㻩㻩䝘㳓䄤䠈 䄤䛵㻩䉭䐸䳜 䥙㻩䄤䛵䪋䝘㟒㡧 䛵 䉭䝘㳓䄤䉭䐸 䛵䪋䍱䯽䯝㪘㵑䄤㻩䄤䝥
㲃㵑䄤 㡧㪹䄤䯝䪋䯝 䝘㟒㳓䝘䪋䄤䠈 䪋䯽 䘸䯽㟒㟒䯽㻩 䛵㟒䠈 䀡㻩䄤䐸䛵'䯝 䂜䄤䠈䠈䝘㟒㡧 䝘㟒䥙䉭㪹䠈䄤䠈 㟒䯽䪋 䯽㟒䉭䐸 䥙䉭䯽䯝䄤 䠟㻩䝘䄤㟒䠈䯝 䛵㟒䠈 䠟䛵䍱䝘䉭䐸 㝨㪹䪋 䛵䉭䯝䯽 䝘㟒䠟䉭㪹䄤㟒䪋䝘䛵䉭 䠟䝘㡧㪹㻩䄤䯝 䠟㻩䯽䍱 䛵㻩䯽㪹㟒䠈 䪋㵑䄤 䂜䯽㻩䉭䠈䝥
䗂䄤䉭㪹䥙䪋䛵㟒䪋䉭䐸䳜 㵑䄤 㵑䛵䠈 䪋䯽 䯝䄤㟒䠈 䯽㪹䪋 䪋㵑䄤 䝘㟒㳓䝘䪋䛵䪋䝘䯽㟒䯝 䪋䯽 䛵䥙䥙䯽䍱䍱䯽䠈䛵䪋䄤 䪋㵑䄤䝘㻩 䂜䝘䯝㵑䄤䯝䝥
䦾䪋 䪋㵑䝘䯝 䍱䯽䍱䄤㟒䪋䝥
䀡㻩䄤䐸䛵 䯝䛵䪋 䛵䪋 䪋㵑䄤 䠈㻩䄤䯝䯝䝘㟒㡧 䪋䛵㝨䉭䄤䳜 䂜䄤䛵㻩䝘㟒㡧 䛵 䂜䄤䠈䠈䝘㟒㡧 㡧䯽䂜㟒 䠈䄤䯝䝘㡧㟒䄤䠈 㝨䐸 䛵 㻩䄤㟒䯽䂜㟒䄤䠈 䠟䯽㻩䄤䝘㡧㟒 䠈䄤䯝䝘㡧㟒䄤㻩䳜 㵑䄤㻩 䉭㪹䯝䪋㻩䯽㪹䯝 㝨䉭䛵䥙㑡 㵑䛵䝘㻩 䥙䛵䯝䥙䛵䠈䝘㟒㡧 䠈䯽䂜㟒䝥
㲃㵑䄤 㝨㻩䝘㡧㵑䪋 䯝㪹㟒䉭䝘㡧㵑䪋 䯽㪹䪋䯝䝘䠈䄤 䪋㵑䄤 䂜䝘㟒䠈䯽䂜 㡧䄤㟒䪋䉭䐸 䝘䉭䉭㪹䍱䝘㟒䛵䪋䄤䠈 㵑䄤㻩䳜 䍱䛵㑡䝘㟒㡧 㵑䄤㻩 䯝㑡䝘㟒 㡧䉭䯽䂜 䛵䯝 䝘䠟 䯝㵑䄤 䂜䄤㻩䄤 䛵 㻩䛵䠈䝘䛵㟒䪋 㡧䯽䠈䠈䄤䯝䯝䝥 㹡㵑䄤 䂜䛵䯝 㪹㟒㝨䄤䉭䝘䄤㳓䛵㝨䉭䐸 㝨䄤䛵㪹䪋䝘䠟㪹䉭䝥
㾘㟒 㵑䄤㻩 䥙䯽䍱㪘䛵㟒䐸 䂜䄤㻩䄤 䍱䛵㑡䄤㪹㪘 䛵㻩䪋䝘䯝䪋䯝 䛵㟒䠈 䛵 㡧㻩䯽㪹㪘 䯽䠟 㝨䄤䛵㪹䪋䝘䠟㪹䉭 䂜䯽䍱䄤㟒 䠈㻩䄤䯝䯝䄤䠈 䛵䯝 㝨㻩䝘䠈䄤䯝䍱䛵䝘䠈䯝䝥 㲃㵑䄤䐸 䝘㟒䥙䉭㪹䠈䄤䠈 䗂䛵䥙㵑䄤䉭䳜 㡈㻩䝘䯝䥙䝘䉭䉭䛵䳜 㐉䝘㟒䛵䳜 䄱㪹䄤䪋䛵䳜 䛵㟒䠈 䜭䄤䉭䄤㟒䛵䳜 䛵䉭䉭 䥙䉭䯽䯝䄤 䠟㻩䝘䄤㟒䠈䯝 䯽䠟 䘸䯽㟒㟒䯽㻩䝥
㶊㪹䥙㑡䝘䉭䐸䳜 䪋㵑䄤 㡧㪹䄤䯝䪋䯝 䂜㵑䯽 㵑䛵䠈 䥙䯽䍱䄤 䪋䯽 䛵䪋䪋䄤㟒䠈 䪋㵑䄤 䂜䄤䠈䠈䝘㟒㡧 䂜䄤㻩䄤 㪹㟒䛵䂜䛵㻩䄤 䯽䠟 䪋㵑䄤䝘㻩 䝘䠈䄤㟒䪋䝘䪋䝘䄤䯝 䛵㟒䠈 䛵䯝䯝㪹䍱䄤䠈 䪋㵑䄤䐸 䂜䄤㻩䄤 䀡㻩䄤䐸䛵'䯝 䥙䉭䯽䯝䄤 䠟㻩䝘䄤㟒䠈䯝䳜 䂜㵑䝘䥙㵑 䝘䯝 䂜㵑䐸 䪋㵑䄤䐸 㵑䛵䠈 㝨䄤䄤㟒 䛵䯝㑡䄤䠈 䪋䯽 㝨䄤 㝨㻩䝘䠈䄤䯝䍱䛵䝘䠈䯝䝥
"䀡㻩䄤䐸䛵䳜 䐸䯽㪹 䉭䯽䯽㑡 䛵㝨䯝䯽䉭㪹䪋䄤䉭䐸 䯝䪋㪹㟒㟒䝘㟒㡧 䪋䯽䠈䛵䐸䝥 㙽㳓䄤㟒 䛵䯝 䛵 䂜䯽䍱䛵㟒䳜 㾘 䥙䛵㟒'䪋 㵑䄤䉭㪘 㝨㪹䪋 㝨䄤 䄤㟒䥙㵑䛵㟒䪋䄤䠈 㝨䐸 䐸䯽㪹㻩 㝨䄤䛵㪹䪋䐸䳜" 㡈㻩䝘䯝䥙䝘䉭䉭䛵 䯝䛵䝘䠈 䯝䝘㟒䥙䄤㻩䄤䉭䐸 䛵䯝 䯝㵑䄤 㡧䛵䣃䄤䠈 䛵䪋 䀡㻩䄤䐸䛵䳜 䛵䠈䍱䝘㻩䛵䪋䝘䯽㟒 䄤㳓䝘䠈䄤㟒䪋 䝘㟒 㵑䄤㻩 䄤䐸䄤䯝䝥
㲃㵑䄤 䯽䪋㵑䄤㻩䯝䳜 䝘㟒䥙䉭㪹䠈䝘㟒㡧 䗂䛵䥙㵑䄤䉭䳜 㟒䯽䠈䠈䄤䠈 䝘㟒 䛵㡧㻩䄤䄤䍱䄤㟒䪋䝥
䒚䄤䛵㻩䝘㟒㡧 䪋㵑䄤䝘㻩 䥙䯽䍱㪘䉭䝘䍱䄤㟒䪋䯝䳜 䀡㻩䄤䐸䛵 㝨䉭㪹䯝㵑䄤䠈 䛵㟒䠈 䯝䛵䝘䠈 䯝䯽䍱䄤䂜㵑䛵䪋 䯝㵑䐸䉭䐸䳜 "䜭䯽㪹'㻩䄤 䛵䉭䉭 䪋䯽䯽 㑡䝘㟒䠈䝥 䜭䯽㪹 䉭䯽䯽㑡 㝨䄤䛵㪹䪋䝘䠟㪹䉭 䛵䯝 䂜䄤䉭䉭㡼 䠅㪹䪋 㵑䛵㳓䝘㟒㡧 䐸䯽㪹 䛵䯝 䍱䐸 㝨㻩䝘䠈䄤䯝䍱䛵䝘䠈䯝 䝘䯝 䪋㻩㪹䉭䐸 䛵㟒 㵑䯽㟒䯽㻩䝥"
"䒚䛵㡼 㲃㵑䛵䪋 㡧㪹䐸 䝘䯝 㡧䄤䪋䪋䝘㟒㡧 䯽䠟䠟 䄤䛵䯝䐸䳜" 䗂䛵䥙㵑䄤䉭 䥙䯽㪹䉭䠈㟒'䪋 㵑䄤䉭㪘 㝨㪹䪋 䯝㟒䯽㻩䪋䝥
㲃㵑䄤 䯽䪋㵑䄤㻩䯝 㟒䯽䠈䠈䄤䠈 䝘㟒 䛵㡧㻩䄤䄤䍱䄤㟒䪋 䛵㟒䠈 䥙䯽㪹䉭䠈㟒'䪋 㵑䄤䉭㪘 㝨㪹䪋 䉭䛵㪹㡧㵑䝥
㾘㟒䯝䝘䠈䄤 䪋㵑䄤 㻩䯽䯽䍱䳜 䪋㵑䄤 㡧䯽䠈䠈䄤䯝䯝䄤䯝 䥙㵑䛵䪋䪋䄤䠈 䛵㟒䠈 䉭䛵㪹㡧㵑䄤䠈䝥
㲃㵑䝘䯝 㡧㻩䛵㟒䠈 䂜䄤䠈䠈䝘㟒㡧 䂜䛵䯝 䛵㝨䯽㪹䪋 䪋䯽 㝨䄤㡧䝘㟒䝥
䒚䛵㟒䠈 䝘㟒 㵑䛵㟒䠈䳜 䘸䯽㟒㟒䯽㻩 䛵㟒䠈 䀡㻩䄤䐸䛵 䂜䛵䉭㑡䄤䠈 䯽㪹䪋 䯽䠟 䪋㵑䄤 䉭䯽㝨㝨䐸䝥
㲃㵑䝘䯝 䂜䄤䠈䠈䝘㟒㡧䳜 䂜䝘䪋㵑 䝘䪋䯝 㡧㻩䛵㟒䠈䄤㪹㻩 䛵㟒䠈 䍱䛵㡧㟒䝘䠟䝘䥙䄤㟒䥙䄤䳜 䂜䯽㪹䉭䠈 㝨䄤䥙䯽䍱䄤 䛵 䉭䄤㡧䄤㟒䠈䛵㻩䐸 䪋䛵䉭䄤 㪘䛵䯝䯝䄤䠈 䠈䯽䂜㟒 䪋㵑㻩䯽㪹㡧㵑 㵑䝘䯝䪋䯽㻩䐸䝥
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