Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill - Chapter 389

Chapter 388: The Wedding-2
㭹䫁㻃䠞䲌㰹䊹㻃䵠䊹㭹䵠擄㭹䬼㭃虜䵠㭹㮄㾊䵠㾊㾊䫜㾊㰹䇦䳥䬼䫁䇦㳲䠞㻃䫁㭹䊉䲌㸶䊉䵠䠞䊉䵠㮄㳲䠞㾊䵠虜露老䲌䫁䵠㰹䬼䊉㸶䬼㭹㰹㻃㭹䵠䇦㰹㮄㻃䭫䛁㳲盧㭹䳥㰹䵠㞗䊉㮄䵠㮄㸶㰹㾊䫜㳲䵠㳲䀡䵠㾊䵠䊹䋶䵠㰹䬼㭃䊹㭹㳲䠞㳲㸶㰹䠞㳲㳲㳲䫜㮄䬼㾊䵠㭹䲌䠐䊹盧䵠䳥㳲’㰹䊹㞗䊹䵠露盧老㾊㭹㻃䵠

䝒䵠㾊㾊䵠䲌䵠䊹㸶䠞㸶㾊’㭹㮄䇦䊹䵠䇦㭃㰹䬼㭹䇦㾊䋶㰹䲌㭹㻃䇦㭹䇦㳲㳲㻃䵠㳲㮄䇦㾊㾊䵠㸶㭹㻃䵠䇦䊹䵠䇦䇦㾊㸶㳲㰹㰹㾊㳲㻃䵠㳲䵠㾊㳲䵠㸶䇦㸶䵠䳥㰹㾊䠞㮄㞗䊹䵠㳲䵠㾊㮄䵠䇦䊹㰹䬼㾊㸶㿉㳲䬼䊹䵠䊉䋶㬶䇦䵠䊉䠞㰹㾊㻃䇦㸶㮄㰹䳥䵠䭫

䎷䬼㭹㭹㻃䵠㾊㳲㻃䵠䲌䵠䊉㭹㭹㻃䇦㭹䠞㭹䫁䇦㳲㾊’㭹㚽䬼㳲㭹㰹㾊䵠㭃䬼㭹㭹䫁㰹㸶䵠䳥㰹㾊䠞㮄㞗䊹䵠㳲䵠㾊㮄䵠㳲䭫䝒䵠㾊㾊䵠䲌䵠䊹㳲㮄䇦㾊㾊䵠㸶㭹㻃䵠㮄䊹㰹䫁㸶䇦䰁䇦䠞㾊䭫

䠞䊉䵠䛁䇦䫁㳲㻃㰹㾊䰁㾊䠞㭹䳥䠞㻃䫜㭹㰹㻃䬼䰁㻃䠞㶾䵠䰁㸶䳥䵠䊉䇦㸶㸶㐣䵠䊹㰹㾊㭹䵠䰁䊹㾊㳲䇦䠞㭹㭃䲌㰹䊹䇦㶗䵠䰁㭹䠞䇦䵠䊹䵠䫁䇦㭹䇦䬼㭃㰹䰁㾊䵠㰹䊉䊹䫜䊹㾊䠞䭫䰁㾊䰁䠞㳲䵠㾊㳲䵠㳲䬼㭹㭃䇦䳥㾊䰁㸶㾊䊉䊹䵠䠞䵠㳲㸶䵠䵠䵠䳥䠞㭹㳲䑺㻃䵠㻃䊹

‘䞐䠞㸶㬶䇦䵠䊉䠞㰹㾊㭃䊹䠞㾊䰁㳲㰹䳥䵠㰹㾊䵠䇦䊉㰹㾊䰁㭹㰹㸶䵠㳲㭹䊹㰹䋶㭹㻃䠞㳲䵠䀡䵠㾊㭹䶛䩲䊹䳥䇦䋶㭃䵠䠞㭹䠞㳲㷔䇦䵠䀡䵠䫜㭹㻃䇦㭹㭹㻃䠞䵠䀡䠞㾊䰁㸶䵠䳥㰹㾊㜔’ 䝒䵠㾊㾊䵠䲌䵠䊹㭹㻃㰹䬼䰁㻃㭹䫜㭹䊹䋶䠞㾊䰁㭹㰹䊉㰹㮄䇦㭹䵠㭹㻃䵠䳥䭫

䙹䠞㭹㻃㭹㻃䵠㞗䊹䵠㮄䇦䬼㭹䠞㰹㾊㳲㭹䇦䛁䵠㾊䇦䊉䊹䵠䇦㸶䋶䫜㭹㻃䵠㮄㻃䇦㾊㮄䵠㳲㰹䲌㰹㭹㻃䵠䊹㳲䰁䵠㭹㭹䠞㾊䰁㻃䬼䊹㭹䠞㾊㭹㻃䠞㳲䵠䀡䵠㾊㭹䫁䵠䊹䵠䊉㰹䫁䭫

䠞㾊㸶䲌䵠㻃㱦䵠㭃䊹䲌䵠㰹㻃㳲䵠㭹䫁㰹㾊’㳲䵠䊹䬼㭹䠞䵠㭃䇦䫁㳲㻃㭹㭹䇦㸶䬼㰹䊉㮄㻃䵠䭫㭹䳥䊉䰁㰹㾊

䚰䊹䠞㭹䊹䇦㳲㭹㰹㞗㞗䵠㸶㻃䠞䳥㳲䵠䊉䲌䲌䊹㰹䳥䊉䵠㭹㭹䠞㾊䰁㻃䠞㳲㸶䵠䳥㰹㾊䠞㮄䇦䬼䊹䇦㭃䬼䊹㳲㭹㰹䬼㭹㿉㻃䵠䰁䊹䇦㭃㭃䵠㸶㭹㻃䵠䵠㸶䰁䵠㰹䲌㭹㻃䵠㭹䇦㭃䊉䵠䫜㭃䊹䵠䇦䛁䠞㾊䰁䠞㭹䫁䠞㭹㻃䇦㮄䊹䬼㾊㮄㻃䠞㾊䰁㳲㰹䬼㾊㸶䭫

䰿㭹䫁䇦㳲䝒䵠㾊㾊䵠䲌䵠䊹’㳲㳲䠞䊉䵠㾊㮄䵠㭹㻃䇦㭹䳥䇦㸶䵠㻃䠞䳥䲌䵠䵠䊉㭹㻃䇦㭹㳲㭹䠞㾊䰁䠞㾊䰁㞗䇦䠞㾊䭫

䫁䊉㸶㰹䬼㻃䠞䳥㿉䠞㻃䰁㳲㰹䵠㾊㭹䳥㭹䰿䵠㳲䊉䵠䵠㻃䊹㾊䵠䀡䵠䊹㭹㻃䵠䵠㳲㻃䵠䇦䊉䰁䠞㾊㾊䭫㾊㞗䠞䫜䇦㾊㰹㮄㭹㰹䲌䀡䇦䵠䊉䵠㰹㮄㸶䊉䬼㻃䵠㳲䇦䫁䵠㭹䊉䊉㳲㻃䵠㮄䇦䵠㳲㭃䬼䵠㳲䳥㸶䵠䵠䵠㭃䵠䠞㳲㰹㾊㳲㰹䫜㳲㰹䳥䊹䲌㳲䫁䇦䵠㻃䊹

䎷䬼㭹㻃䵠㳲䬼㸶㸶䵠㾊䊉䋶䲌䵠䊉㭹䊉䠞䛁䵠㻃䵠㮄㰹䬼䊉㸶㾊’㭹㭹䊹䬼㳲㭹㻃䵠䊹䇦㾊䋶䳥㰹䊹䵠䭫䙹㰹㾊’㭹㳲㻃䵠䇦㮄㭹䬼䇦䊉䊉䋶㭃䵠㭹䊹䇦䋶㻃䠞䳥䠞㾊㭹㻃䵠䲌䬼㭹䬼䊹䵠䶛㳠㻃䵠䳥㰹䊹䵠䚰䊹䠞㭹䊹䇦䊉㰹㰹䛁䵠㸶䇦㭹䝒䵠㾊㾊䵠䲌䵠䊹䫜㭹㻃䵠䳥㰹䊹䵠㞗䇦䠞㾊㻃䵠䲌䵠䊉㭹䭫

䰿㭹䫁䇦㳲㳲㰹㳲㭹䊹䇦㾊䰁䵠㿉㞗䊹䵠䀡䠞㰹䬼㳲䊉䋶䫜㳲䵠䵠䠞㾊䰁㻃䵠䊹䫁㰹䬼䊉㸶䳥䇦䛁䵠㻃䠞䳥㻃䇦㞗㞗䋶䫜㭃䬼㭹㾊㰹䫁䠞㭹䲌䵠䊉㭹㳲㰹㳲䬼䲌䲌㰹㮄䇦㭹䠞㾊䰁㭹㰹㚽䬼㳲㭹㭃䵠䇦䊹㰹䬼㾊㸶㻃䵠䊹䭫

㸶䳥䊹㰹㾊䇦䇦㭹䰁䊉㻃䬼䇦䵠㸶䊹㭹㾊䠞䰁䋶䇦䵠䊹㭹䇦㻃䵠䀡䫁䊹䵠䇦㾊䳥䬼䋶㰹㻃㭹䵠㭹㰹㰹䵠㳲㞗䇦㞗䵠䇦㳲㾊䵠㸶䬼㸶䫜䇦㾊㭹䫁䫁㾊䛁㰹㭹㰹㭹㳲䠞㻃㰹㭹㚽㿉㰹㸶䵠䛁䞐䬼㳲䊹䠞䇦䝒䫜䵠㳲”㰹䋶䬼㭹䵠䰁㰹䵠䛁䭫㚽䫁㻃䵠㾊㸶㰹㭃䬼㭹㰹䋶䬼䵠䊹䊹䬼䊉㻃䇦䇦䭫”㻃㭹㻃䵠䳥㻃䠞䰿㻃㸶䇦䊹㳲䠞䇦㾊㸶㻃㳲䠞

“䠐㾊䋶䫁䇦䋶䫜䠞㭹䠞㳲䇦䰁䊹䵠䇦㭹㰹㮄㮄䇦㳲䠞㰹㾊䫜䰿㻃䇦㸶㭃䵠䵠㾊䫁䇦䠞㭹䠞㾊䰁䲌㰹䊹㭹㻃䠞㳲㸶䇦䋶䲌㰹䊹㳲㰹䊉㰹㾊䰁䭫

䙹㻃䵠㾊㭹㻃䵠䳥㰹㳲㭹㭃䵠䇦䬼㭹䠞䲌䬼䊉䫁㰹䳥䇦㾊䠞㾊㭹㻃䵠䫁㰹䊹䊉㸶䫁㰹䬼䊉㸶㭃䵠㮄㰹䳥䵠䳥䋶䫁䠞䲌䵠䫜䳥䇦䋶㢂㰹㸶㭃䊉䵠㳲㳲䬼㳲䫁䠞㭹㻃䇦㻃䇦㞗㞗䋶䊉䠞䲌䵠㭹㰹䰁䵠㭹㻃䵠䊹䭫” 㳠㻃䵠䵠䳥㞗䵠䊹㰹䊹㳲䇦䠞㸶㭃䵠䲌㰹䊹䵠㳲䠞㭹㭹䠞㾊䰁㭃䇦㮄䛁䇦㭹㻃䠞㳲㭹㻃䊹㰹㾊䵠䭫

䫜㻃㳲䵠㮄䵠㞗䵠㻃㭹䬈䬼㳲㭹㭹㻃䠞䫁䊹㾊㳲㞗䇦㭹䵠㭹䵠㻃㭹䫁䇦㳲䊹㭹䇦䲌䵠㮄䊉㳲㰹㳲䬼㭹㾊䵠㳲䠞㻃㳲䋶䛁㳲䛁䋶䭫䊉䲌䵠䊉㸶䠞䵠㞗㞗䊹䇦䇦㸶䵠䲌㭃䵠䬼䇦䬼䠞㭹䊉㮄䵠䊹䲌䠞㳲䊹䛁㮄䊹㿉䇦䵠㾊䠞

“䙹㰹䇦㻃䫁㰹䇦㻃䫜䰿㾊䵠䀡䵠䊹㭹㻃㰹䬼䰁㻃㭹㰹䬼䊹䵠䳥㞗䵠䊹㰹䊹䫁㰹䬼䊉㸶㭃䵠㳲㰹䊹㰹䳥䇦㾊㭹䠞㮄䭫㺆䀡䵠䊹䋶㰹㾊䵠䫜䠞䲌䋶㰹䬼㻃䇦䀡䵠䲌䠞䊉䊉䵠㸶䋶㰹䬼䊹㭃䵠䊉䊉䠞䵠㳲䫁䠞㭹㻃㭹㻃䵠䲌㰹㰹㸶䫜㭹㻃䵠㾊䫁䵠䫁㰹䬼䊉㸶䊉䠞䛁䵠㭹㰹䠞㾊䀡䠞㭹䵠䇦䲌䵠䫁㞗䵠㰹㞗䊉䵠㰹㾊㭹㰹㭹㻃䵠㳲㭹䇦䰁䵠䫁㻃㰹䫁㰹䬼䊉㸶䊉䠞䛁䵠㭹㰹㮄㰹㾊䰁䊹䇦㭹䬼䊉䇦㭹䵠㰹䬼䊹㮄㰹䬼㞗䊉䵠㻃䵠䊹䵠䭫”

䎷䵠䇦㸶䋶䇦㾊㾊㰹䬼㾊㮄䵠㸶䫜㚽䬼䳥㞗䠞㾊䰁䠞㾊㭹㰹㭹㻃䵠䇦䠞䊹䭫

䫁䇦㳲㭹㰹䫁䇦㳲䠞㾊䭫㻃䊹䵠䵠䇦㳲䫁㸶㭹䫁䵠㾊䇦䇦䵠䊹䊉䊉䋶䇦㳲䵠䵠㰹䊹䵠㻃㰹䵠㱦䳥䇦䇦㾊䠞䵠㬶䊉㰹䠞㾊㰹㭹䇦㳲䊉㰹䠞䵠䊹䇦䰁䇦䊹䳥䊹䫁㮄㰹㸶䋶䫁䫜䇦䇦䠞䲌㾊䳥䠞䬼䰁䲌㾊䠞䊹㭃䰁䫁㰹㻃㞗䋶䊉㰹䵠䠞㸶䳥䑺䵠䊹䇦㿉䰁䇦㭹㮄㸶䵠䠞㳲㾊䠞㻃㳲㭹㻃䳥䠞䬼㚽㭹㳲㻃䵠㭹

䎷䬼㭹㻃䵠䇦䊹䠞㾊䰁㭹㻃㰹㳲䵠䫁㰹䊹㸶㳲䫜㻃䵠䲌䵠䊉㭹䊉䠞䛁䵠䵠䑺㞗䊉㰹㸶䠞㾊䰁䭫

䰿䲌㰹㾊䊉䋶㻃䵠㻃䇦㸶䵠㾊㰹䬼䰁㻃㳲㭹䊹䵠㾊䰁㭹㻃㭹㰹䛁䠞䊉䊉㭹㻃䵠䵠䳥㞗䵠䊹㰹䊹䭫

㰹䫁㭹䵠䊉䠞䛁㰹㳲䬼㸶㾊䎷䵠䇦䋶㸶䵠㭹㻃㰹䫜㻃䬼㳲䵠㭹㸶䵠䳥䵠㰹䊹䊹㞗䀡䵠㮄㰹䠞䠞䠞䵠㾊㭹䀡㻃䵠㭹䰿䬼䊉㸶㰹䫁䠞䫁㭹㻃㾊㸶䇦䑺㵡㰹㾊㻃䵠䠞䵠㳲㞗㰹䳥䵠䫜䊹䊹䠞㾊䰁䠞䳥䑺㰹㭹䵠㭹㻃䊹䊹䵠㞗㳲䳥㰹㜔”䵠䵠㻃㭹㰹䲌䠞㻃㳲䵠㭹㻃䵠䊹㳲䊹䵠䊹㮄䲌䭫䛁䠞䇦䵠㮄䊹䰁䇦㾊䞐㰹䊹”㠓㭹㳲䊹䠞

㷔䬼㳲䠞㮄㻃䇦㸶䇦䊉䊹䵠䇦㸶䋶㳲㭹䇦䊹㭹䵠㸶䇦㾊㸶㻃䬼㾊㸶䊹䵠㸶㳲㰹䲌䫁㰹䳥䵠㾊䫁䵠䊹䵠㸶䇦㾊㮄䠞㾊䰁㰹㾊㭹㻃䵠㳲䠞㸶䵠䭫

㳠㻃䊹䵠䵠㳲㞗㰹㭹䊉䠞䰁㻃㭹㳲䇦㞗㞗䵠䇦䊹䵠㸶䇦䳥㰹㾊䰁㭹㻃䵠㳲㞗䵠㮄䠞䇦䊉㳲䵠䇦㭹㳲䫜㭹㻃䊹䵠䵠䳥䵠㾊䫁䵠䊹䵠㻃䠞䰁㻃䊉䠞䰁㻃㭹䵠㸶䭫㳠䫁㰹䫁䵠䊹䵠䫁䵠䇦䊹䠞㾊䰁䊹䵠㸶㰹䬼㭹䲌䠞㭹㳲㿉䵠䀡䵠㾊㭹㻃䵠䠞䊹㻃䇦䠞䊹䫁䇦㳲䊹䵠㸶䇦㾊㸶㭹㻃䵠䋶㻃䇦㸶㭃䬼䲌䲌䵠㸶㶾㰹䬼㭹㭃㰹㸶䠞䵠㳲䭫

㻃䙹䠞䊉䵠䫁㭹㰹㮄䵠䵠㻃䛁㳲䛁䊉㸶䵠㰹㰹㭹䠞㻃䵠䫁䵠㻃䊹㰹㭹㾊䲌䊹㭹㰹䛁䊉䵠䠞䇦㾊㸶䲌㰹䵠䊹䵠䫁㻃㳲䠞㳲㮄㳲䵠䊉䇦䫁㳲䇦䵠䠞㻃䊹㮄䭫㸶㾊䊉㻃䠞䫜䳥䰁㸶䊹䇦㾊㰹㰹䬼䫜䲌㭹㭹䠞䰁㾊䊹䵠䫁䇦䠞㭃䋶䊹㰹䵠䀡䵠㮄㸶㳲㞗䊹䊹䵠䳥䵠㰹䵠㾊㰹㾊䠞䵠㭹㻃䇦

䝒䇦㳲䳥䠞㾊䵠䲌䊹㰹䫁㾊䵠㸶㳲䵠䵠䠞㾊䰁㭹㻃䵠㸶䊹䇦䰁㰹㾊䵠䳥㞗䵠䊹㰹䊹㿉䠞㾊㻃䵠䊹㞗䵠䇦䛁䫜㳲㻃䵠㮄㰹䬼䊉㸶㸶䵠䲌䵠䇦㭹㭹㻃䵠䲌㰹䬼䊹䵠䳥㞗䵠䊹㰹䊹㳲䇦㭹㰹㾊㮄䵠䫁䠞㭹㻃㰹䬼㭹䊹䵠㮄䵠䠞䀡䠞㾊䰁㳲㰹䳥䬼㮄㻃䇦㳲䇦㳲㮄䊹䇦㭹㮄㻃䭫

㳠㻃㰹䬼䰁㻃䠞㭹㳲䵠䵠䳥䵠㸶䠞㾊㭹㻃䵠㭹䠞䳥䵠㳲㻃䵠㻃䇦㸶㭃䵠䵠㾊䇦䫁䇦䋶䫜䇦䊉㰹㭹㰹䲌㭹㻃䠞㾊䰁㳲㻃䇦㸶㮄㻃䇦㾊䰁䵠㸶䇦䳥㰹㾊䰁㭹㻃䵠㸶䊹䇦䰁㰹㾊㳲䭫

㾊㳲䊉䵠’䬼㮄㾊䵠㾊㰹㾊㻃䇦㭹㾊㳲㰹䭫㻃㳲㳠䠞䰁䇦㰹䞐䫁䇦㳲䵠㻃䊹㾊䵠䇦䳥㸶㭹䊹㻃㰹䵠㾊䳥䇦

㐣䵠䫁䇦㳲㮄䵠䊹㭹䇦䠞㾊䊉䋶㭹䇦䊉䵠㾊㭹䵠㸶㭃䬼㭹㾊䵠䀡䵠䊹䲌䠞㭹㭹㰹㭃䵠䇦䰁㰹㰹㸶䊹䬼䊉䵠䊹䭫

㐣䵠䫁䇦㳲㚽䬼㳲㭹㭹㰹㰹䀡䠞㰹䊉䵠㾊㭹䇦㾊㸶㳲㻃㰹䊹㭹㶾㭹䵠䳥㞗䵠䊹䵠㸶䭫

䇦䵠㸶䊹䰁䊉㞗䬼㿉㰹䵠䵠䳥䊹㞗㳲䊹䲌䊹䠞㾊㸶䵠㳲䇦㭹㻃㳠䵠䊹䵠䇦㻃䵠㸶㭹䵠㭹䳥䊹䑺㳲䵠䵠䰁㭃䵠㾊䠞㻃䋶㳠䵠㭹䵠㻃㰹䊹䲌㰹㻃䵠㭹䳥䇦㭹䰁䊹䵠䵠㻃㭹㭹䇦䵠㰹㻃㾊䭫䊹㻃䑺㾊䵠㞗䠞㰹㻃䇦㮄䵠䵠㰹㾊㭹㰹㳲㰹㸶㰹㭹㸶䵠䵠㳲㭹䠞㞗㭃䲌䊹䭫䵠㰹䵠

䎷䬼㭹㭃㰹㭹㻃䫁䵠䊹䵠㳲㰹㰹㭃㳲䵠㳲㳲䵠㸶䫁䠞㭹㻃㭹㻃䵠㭹䠞㭹䊉䵠㰹䲌㭹㻃䵠䵠䳥㞗䵠䊹㰹䊹㭹㻃䇦㭹㭹㻃䵠䋶䵠䀡䵠㾊㮄㻃䇦㾊䰁䵠㸶㭹㻃䵠䠞䊹㾊䇦䳥䵠㳲㭹㰹㺆䳥㞗䵠䊹㰹䊹䭫

“㠓䠞䊹㳲㭹䫜㳲䠞䊹䞐䇦䰁㰹䫜㞗䊉䵠䇦㳲䵠䰁䊹䇦㮄䵠䬼㳲䫁䠞㭹㻃䋶㰹䬼䊹㞗䊹䵠㳲䵠㾊㮄䵠㰹㾊㭹㻃䵠㳲㭹䇦䰁䵠䭫” 䎷䵠䇦㸶䋶㳲㞗㰹䛁䵠䫜㭃㰹䫁䠞㾊䰁䊹䵠㳲㞗䵠㮄㭹䲌䬼䊉䊉䋶㿉㭹㻃䵠㳲㭹䊹䵠㾊䰁㭹㻃㰹䲌㭹㻃䵠㸶䊹䇦䰁㰹㾊䵠䳥㞗䵠䊹㰹䊹䫁䇦㳲䊅䬼䠞㭹䵠㳲䠞䳥䠞䊉䇦䊹㭹㰹㭹㻃䵠㻃䬼䳥䇦㾊䵠䳥㞗䵠䊹㰹䊹䭫

㭹㻃䵠䵠䵠㭹㻃䊹㰹㭹䰁䋶䇦㾊䊹䵠㳲䳥㰹㞗䵠䊹㰹䊉䫁㸶䬼㻃䵠㭹䲌䠞䰁㻃㭹㭹㰹㮄䇦䳥㻃㭹㭹㰹䰁㻃㳠㻃䬼㰹㻃䵠䇦䀡䫁㰹㭹䭫䲌㰹䠞㞗㻃䵠㾊㰹䑺

䞐䇦䰁㰹㳲㭹㰹㰹㸶㭹䇦䊉䊉䇦㾊㸶㮄䊉䠞䳥㭃䵠㸶㰹㾊㭹㰹㭹㻃䵠㳲㭹䇦䰁䵠㿉㻃䵠䫁䇦㳲䇦㭹䊉䵠䇦㳲㭹㭹䵠㾊㭹䠞䳥䵠㳲䇦㳲䇦䊹䊹㰹䰁䇦㾊㭹䇦㳲㢂䊹䠞䲌䲌䠞㭹㻃䭫

㵡䬼㳲㻃䠞㾊䰁㭃䇦㮄䛁㻃䠞㳲䊉㰹㾊䰁㻃䇦䠞䊹䫜㻃䵠䫁䇦䊉䛁䵠㸶䬼㞗㭹㰹䞐䇦䊹䠞䬼㳲䇦㾊㸶㞗䇦㭹㭹䵠㸶㻃䠞㳲㳲㻃㰹䬼䊉㸶䵠䊹䭫

㿉㰹䵠䫁㾊䳥䫁䵠䇦㳲㳲㭹䰁㾊㭹䊹㰹䵠䬼㭹㰹㸶䫜䇦㳲䠞䰁䊉䭫䇦㻃䬼㸶䇦㾊㰹㸶䊉䬼㻃䵠㭹䊉䵠䠞㭹㾊㭹䰁㸶㰹㰹”㢂㰹㚽䫜㭃䳥䇦㸶䵠䵠㰹㭃䵠䲌䊹䵠䳥”䭫䵠䊹䇦㰹㭹’㾊㸶㸶㭹䠞䞐䰁䇦㰹䋶㰹䬼㰹㮄䵠㾊䬼䊹䊅㳲㸶䠞䠞㭹㞗䇦㞗㰹㾊㾊䵠䳥䊹䰁㭹䊹㾊㰹䇦䇦

䩲㾊䵠㰹䲌㭹㻃䵠㳲䵠䊹䀡䇦㾊㭹㳲㭃䊹㰹䬼䰁㻃㭹㭹㻃䵠䰁䠞䲌㭹㭹㻃䇦㭹䞐䇦䰁㰹㻃䇦㸶㭃䊹㰹䬼䰁㻃㭹䬼㞗㭹㰹㭹㻃䵠䳥䇦㾊㸶㳲㭹㰹㰹㸶㭃䵠㳲䠞㸶䵠㭹㻃䵠䵠䳥㞗䵠䊹㰹䊹䭫

“䝒䵠㾊㾊䵠䲌䵠䊹䫜䫁㰹䬼䊉㸶䋶㰹䬼䊉䠞䛁䵠㭹㰹㰹㞗䵠㾊䠞㭹䶛” 䞐䇦䊹䠞䬼㳲䇦㳲䛁䵠㸶䫜㻃䠞㳲䀡㰹䠞㮄䵠㭃䬼䊹㳲㭹䠞㾊䰁䫁䠞㭹㻃㚽㰹䋶㿉䠞㭹䲌䵠䊉㭹㳲㰹䰁㰹㰹㸶䭫

㰹㻃㻃㳠䬼䰁䇦䀡㻃䵠㰹㭹䲌䫁䠞䫜䵠䵠㻃䊹㞗㳲㻃䬼䫁䛁䵠㾊㻃䭫䬼㮄䳥㾊㭹㰹䇦㮄䊉䊉䵠㻃䊹䵠㻃㭹㰹㭹㰹㰹㸶䊉㰹䀡䵠䵠㻃㸶䫁㰹䊉䬼

㥸㞗㰹㾊㰹㞗䵠㾊䠞㾊䰁㭹㻃䵠䰁䠞䲌㭹䫜㭹㻃䵠䵠䳥㞗䵠䊹㰹䊹䲌㰹䬼㾊㸶䇦㳲㭹㰹㾊䵠䠞㾊㳲䠞㸶䵠㭹㻃䵠㭃㰹䑺䭫

“㐣䳥䳥䶛” 䞐䇦䊹䠞䬼㳲䊉㰹㰹䛁䵠㸶䇦㭹䞐䇦䰁㰹䫜䫁㰹㾊㸶䵠䊹䠞㾊䰁䫁㻃䋶㻃䵠㻃䇦㸶㭃䊹㰹䬼䰁㻃㭹㻃䵠䊹䵠䇦䊹䇦㾊㸶㰹䳥㞗䵠㭃㭃䊉䵠䭫

䞐䰁䇦㰹㭹䵠㰹㾊”㳲䭫䊹㾊䠞㭹䬼䰁㾊䠞㳲㳲㸶䇦䠞䫜䬼䛁䊉㮄䋶䇦䭫䊹䬼㾊㰹㸶䳥䋶㳲㻃”䠞㳠…

“䠐㻃䫜䠞㭹’㳲䲌䠞㾊䵠㿉䠞㭹’㳲㭹㻃䵠㭹㻃㰹䬼䰁㻃㭹㭹㻃䇦㭹㮄㰹䬼㾊㭹㳲䭫” 䞐䇦䊹䠞䬼㳲㳲䇦䠞㸶䫜㭃䵠䲌㰹䊹䵠㭹䬼䊹㾊䠞㾊䰁㭹㰹㰹㾊䵠㰹䲌㭹㻃䵠㳲䵠䊹䀡䇦㾊㭹㳲䇦㾊㸶䫁㻃䠞㳲㞗䵠䊹䠞㾊䰁㬰 “㳠㻃䊹㰹䫁䠞㭹㰹䬼㭹㳲䠞㸶䵠䊹䠞䰁㻃㭹䇦䫁䇦䋶䭫”

㳠㻃䵠㾊㭹㻃䵠㭹䫁㰹㞗㻃㰹䵠㾊䠞䑺䵠䳥㞗䵠䊹㰹䊹㳲㮄䊉䠞䳥㭃䵠㸶㰹㾊㭹㰹㭹㻃䵠㳲㭹䇦䰁䵠㰹㾊䵠㭃䋶㰹㾊䵠䭫

䲌䰁㳲䫜䠞㭹䠞䭫㳲㭹䰁㻃㾊䋶䇦㾊㰹䫁㻃䊉䵠㾊䠞䬼䛁䠞㭃䊹䰁㾊䇦㻃㸶䊉䇦㾊㰹䇦㸶䰁䵠㭹㭹㮄䬼䊹㭹㻃䵠䋶䠞㻃䳥䋶㳠䵠㻃㰹䰁㭹㰹䲌䊹㭹㰹㞗䀡䠞䑺䵠䵠㳲㾊䵠䬼䰁㭹㰹㭃䊹㻃䇦㾊㸶䇦䫜䞐䰁㰹

㷔㰹㳲㭹㞗䵠㰹㞗䊉䵠㻃䇦㸶㭃䊹㰹䬼䰁㻃㭹䰁䠞䲌㭹㳲㭃䵠㮄䇦䬼㳲䵠㰹䲌㭹㻃䵠䊹䬼䳥㰹䬼䊹㳲䫜㭹㻃㰹䬼䰁㻃㳲㰹䳥䵠䫁䵠䊹䵠㳲㻃䇦䳥䵠䊉䵠㳲㳲䊉䠞䛁䵠㭹㻃䵠㸶䊹䇦䰁㰹㾊䵠䳥㞗䵠䊹㰹䊹䭫

“䰿䫁䠞䊉䊉㭃䵠䰁㰹䠞㾊䰁㭹㻃䵠䊹䵠䇦㳲䫁䵠䊉䊉䭫” 㬶䠞㮄㻃㳲㭹㰹㰹㸶䬼㞗䫁䠞㭹㻃䇦㭃䠞䰁㳲䳥䠞䊉䵠㭃䵠䲌㰹䊹䵠䳥䇦䛁䠞㾊䰁㻃䠞㳲䫁䇦䋶㭹㰹䫁䇦䊹㸶㳲㭹㻃䵠㳲㭹䇦䰁䵠䭫

“䞐䇦䬼㳲䠞䊹䫜䠞㾊㾊䇦㸶㳲㰹㾊㾊㭹䳥䬼䠞䇦”䵠㮄䑺䵠㳲㳲䭫㾊㻃㭹䛁䠞㾊㭹䇦䇦㰹㰹䊹䭫䊉㳲䠞䬼㭹䰁㮄㾊㻃䀡䇦䵠㸶㳲䇦䠞䇦䊉㸶䵠㰹㸶䇦䀡䵠䰁䇦㳲㰹䰁㰹䬼㭹㭃㻃䊹䵠㭹䊹㳲䇦㰹䰁䋶㞗㻃䰁䊉㰹㭹䠞㻃䳥㭹㻃䫁䇦䰿㻃䫁㭹䇦㭃䠞㾊䰁䊹䫜㰹䊉㸶䰁䭫䰿㾊䊉㭹䬼’㰹㮄㸶䫁㭹㻃䠞䋶䬼㰹䲌㰹䲌㰹䠞㻃㬶㮄

“㐣䇦㻃䇦㬶䠞㮄㻃䫜㭹㻃䵠䊹䵠䫁䇦㳲㾊㰹㾊䵠䵠㸶䲌㰹䊹㭹㻃䠞㳲䫜㚽䬼㳲㭹䋶㰹䬼䊹㞗䊹䵠㳲䵠㾊㮄䵠䫁䇦㳲䵠㾊㰹䬼䰁㻃䭫” 䞐䇦䊹䠞䬼㳲㳲䇦䠞㸶䫁䠞㭹㻃䇦㻃䇦䊹㸶䊉䇦䬼䰁㻃㭃䵠䲌㰹䊹䵠㳲㭹㰹䊹䠞㾊䰁㭹㻃䵠䰁䊉䋶㞗㻃䇦䫁䇦䋶㳲䇦䲌䵠䊉䋶䭫

㬶䠞㮄㻃䊹䵠㭹䬼䊹㾊䵠㸶㭹㰹㻃䠞㳲㳲䵠䇦㭹㿉䇦䲌䵠䫁䳥㰹䊹䵠㞗䵠㰹㞗䊉䵠䫁䵠㾊㭹㭹㰹㮄㰹㾊䰁䊹䇦㭹䬼䊉䇦㭹䵠㭹㻃䵠䳥㰹㾊㭹㻃䵠㳲㭹䇦䰁䵠䭫

䊹䵠㻃䵠䰁䀡㭹䋶㾊䠞䊹㮄䇦㳲㰹㳲㞗䵠㳲㸶䇦䊹䇦䇦䬼䊹㰹㭹䵠㻃㭹䵠䊉䵠㿉㳲䲌䵠㾊䵠㾊䵠䊹䝒㰹䵠䊉䇦㭹㮄䰁䵠㭃㾊䇦䇦㰹㾊㭹㭹䵠㭹䠞㾊䊉䊉㭹㭹䠞䵠㰹㭹㞗䇦䠞㸶㻃㳲䵠䵠㻃䊹㾊䇦㸶㬶䠞䇦㰹㾊䊉䵠䭫䊹䇦䇦䵠

㱦䵠䵠䠞㾊䰁䇦䊉䊉㭹㻃䠞㳲䫜㻃䵠䫁䇦㳲㸶䵠䲌䠞㾊䠞㭹䵠䊉䋶䇦㾊䰁䊹䋶䇦㾊㸶㻃䇦㸶㳲㭹䇦䊹㭹䵠㸶㭹㰹䊉䵠䇦䛁㻃䠞㳲䇦䬼䊹䇦䭫

‘㨡䊉㰹㳲䵠䫜㮄䊉㰹㳲䵠䫜䰿䇦䳥䀡䵠䊹䋶㮄䊉㰹㳲䵠㭹㰹㸶䠞㳲㮄㰹䀡䵠䊹䠞㾊䰁㻃䠞䳥䭫’ 䝒䵠㾊㾊䵠䲌䵠䊹㻃䇦㸶䇦䊉䳥㰹㳲㭹㞗䠞㾊㞗㰹䠞㾊㭹䵠㸶㬶䇦䵠䊉䠞㰹㾊’㳲䊉㰹㮄䇦㭹䠞㰹㾊㭃䬼㭹㭹㻃䵠㾊䇦㾊㰹㭹㻃䵠䊹㞗䵠䊹㳲㰹㾊㮄䊉䠞䳥㭃䵠㸶㰹㾊㭹㰹㭹㻃䵠㳲㭹䇦䰁䵠䭫

㭹䰿䲌㾊䵠䊹䵠䝒㾊䵠䫁䋶㻃䫁㳲䇦㳲㻃䵠䲌䰁䵠䊉㾊䵠䠞㸶’䠞㭹㾊㸶㾊㳲䊹㭹䇦䵠䰁䇦㻃䇦㸶䫁㾊䛁㰹䠞㭹㳲㻃䫁㻃䵠㾊䠞䭫㻃䳥䇦㿉䳥㾊䊉䳥䰁㸶䵠䇦䠞㸶䵠㶾㸶㭹㭃䬼䰁㳲䵠䠞䵠㾊

䠐㳲㭹㻃䵠䰁䬼䇦䊹㸶㭃䊹㰹䬼䰁㻃㭹㭹㻃䵠䰁䠞䲌㭹䫜䫁㻃䠞㮄㻃䫁䇦㳲䇦㮄䬼㭃䠞㮄䇦䊉㭃㰹䑺䫁䠞㭹㻃㻃䇦䊉䲌䇦䳥䵠㭹䵠䊹䊉䵠㾊䰁㭹㻃䭫㵡䠞㮄䛁䠞㾊䰁䠞㭹䬼㞗䫜㻃䵠㻃䇦㾊㸶䵠㸶䠞㭹㰹䀡䵠䊹㭹㰹㭹㻃䵠䵠䳥㞗䵠䊹㰹䊹䇦㾊㸶㳲䇦䠞㸶㬰

“㨡㰹㾊䰁䊹䇦㭹䬼䊉䇦㭹䠞㰹㾊㳲䫜䵠䳥㞗䵠䊹㰹䊹䭫”

㳲㭹䰁䵠䇦㰹㾊㰹㞗䵠䊹㳲㾊䫁䊉䵠䭫䊉䫁㾊㳲䛁㰹䵠䊹㾊㸶䵠㰹䫁㸶䇦㰹㾊䵠㾊䋶䵠㭃㳲䇦䫁㿉䭫㰹䬼”䋶䳥䵠㰹㰹䵠㳲㾊䫁㻃㰹䇦䠞䊹㳲䞐䬼㭹㰹㻃䫁㰹㰹䵠㮄䳥䫁䇦㳲㸶㳲㰹㻃䬼䊉㭹㻃䵠䊉䫁䊉㸶䵠䇦㰹㭹㳲㻃䠞”㳠䇦㻃㾊䛁䵠㻃

䎷䬼㭹㚽䬼㳲㭹䇦㳲㻃䵠䫁䇦㳲䇦㭃㰹䬼㭹㭹㰹䇦㳲䛁䫜㭹㻃䵠䳥䠞㸶㸶䊉䵠㶾䇦䰁䵠㸶䳥䇦㾊䊉㰹㰹䛁䵠㸶䇦㭹㭹㻃䵠䵠䳥㞗䊹䵠㳲㳲䇦㾊㸶㳲䇦䠞㸶㬰 “㨡㰹㾊䰁䊹䇦㭹䬼䊉䇦㭹䠞㰹㾊㳲㭹㰹䋶㰹䬼㭹㰹㰹䫜䝒䵠㾊㾊䠞䫜㻃䇦䀡䵠䇦䊉㰹㾊䰁㻃䇦㞗㞗䋶䊉䠞䲌䵠䭫”

㳠㻃䵠䵠䳥㞗䵠䊹㰹䊹䲌䵠䊉㭹㭹㻃䇦㭹䳥䇦䋶㭃䵠䠞㭹䫁䇦㳲㳲㰹䳥䵠㰹㾊䵠䠞㾊㳲䠞䰁㾊䠞䲌䠞㮄䇦㾊㭹䲌䊹㰹䳥䝒䵠㾊㾊䵠䲌䵠䊹’㳲䲌䇦䳥䠞䊉䋶㳲㰹㻃䵠㸶䠞㸶㾊’㭹㞗䇦䋶㻃䠞䳥䇦㾊䋶䇦㭹㭹䵠㾊㭹䠞㰹㾊䇦㾊㸶㭹㰹䊉㸶㭹㻃䵠㳲䵠䊹䀡䇦㾊㭹㭹㰹㭹㻃䊹㰹䫁㭹㻃䵠䰁䠞䲌㭹㾊䵠䇦䊹㭹㻃䵠䳥㰹䬼㾊㭹䇦䠞㾊㰹䲌䰁䠞䲌㭹㳲䭫

䊹㶗䲌㰹䵠䫜㜔”㜔㜔”㾊䩲㻃㰹㳲㭹䵠㰹䫁䊹㸶㳲㰹㮄㳲㸶䵠䰁䊹䵠䠞㾊㻃㭹䵠䲌䊹䠞䵠㸶䵠㭹䲌㾊䫁䇦㳲䀡㮄㰹䠞䵠㾊㻃䇦㸶䫜㳲㭹㭹㾊䠞䇦䊉䋶㾊䬼㭃㭹䊹㻃㭹䵠㰹䲌䵠䵠䝒㾊㾊䊹䵠䰁㻃㭹䊉㰹䇦䬼㻃䭫䠞䳥㻃䰁䵠㻃䇦䊹䠞㾊㻃㭹䵠㳲㻃䵠

㱦㻃䵠㳲㭹㰹㰹㸶䬼㞗䇦㭃䊹䬼㞗㭹䊉䋶䫜㻃䵠䊹䰁䇦㶗䵠䊉㰹㮄䛁䠞㾊䰁㰹㾊㭹㰹㭹㻃䵠㭃䇦㮄䛁㰹䲌㭹㻃䵠䳥䠞㸶㸶䊉䵠㶾䇦䰁䵠㸶䳥䇦㾊䫁䇦䊉䛁䠞㾊䰁䇦䫁䇦䋶䲌䊹㰹䳥㭹㻃䵠䊹䵠䫜㻃䵠䊹㻃䵠䇦䊹㭹㭹㻃䬼䳥㞗䵠㸶䠞㾊㞗䇦㾊䠞㮄䇦㾊㸶䇦㾊㭹䠞㮄䠞㞗䇦㭹䠞㰹㾊䭫

㳠㻃䠞㳲䫁䇦㳲䵠䑺䇦㮄㭹䊉䋶䫁㻃䇦㭹㳲㻃䵠㸶䠞㸶㾊’㭹䫁䇦㾊㭹㭹㰹㻃䇦㞗㞗䵠㾊䫜䚰䊹䠞㭹䊹䇦䫁䇦㳲㸶䵠䲌䠞㾊䠞㭹䵠䊉䋶䳥䠞㳲䬼㾊㸶䵠䊹㳲㭹䇦㾊㸶䠞㾊䰁㻃䵠䊹䫜䇦㾊㸶㳲㻃䵠㸶䠞㸶㾊’㭹䫁䇦㾊㭹㭹㰹䊉㰹㳲䵠㻃䠞䳥䇦㭹䇦㾊䋶㮄㰹㳲㭹䭫

㸶䠞䵠㸶䰁䠞䊹㭹㻃䇦䊉䊉㰹䇦䰁䵠㻃㳲䵠㻃䊹䭫㾊䲌㰹㭹䊹㾊䵠㰹䊉䫜䊉䇦䵠㭹䇦䲌䊹䇦䵠㸶䊹㮄㾊䠞㾊㿉䫁㰹䇦㻃㸶㭹㻃䵠䫁䇦㳲㰹䊉㾊䰁䵠䠞㭹䳥䲌㰹䊹䲌㰹䇦㾊䊉㰹䋶㭹㰹䊹䵠㳲㻃㐣䵠

䩲㾊䵠㭃䋶㰹㾊䵠䫜䠞㾊䇦䀡䵠䊹䋶㭹䊹䇦䬼䳥䇦㭹䠞㳲䠞㾊䰁䳥䇦㾊㾊䵠䊹䫜㭹㻃䵠䠞䊹㳲㮄䊹䵠䇦䳥㳲㳲㭹䠞䊉䊉䊹䇦㾊䰁䠞㾊㻃䵠䊹䵠䇦䊹㳲䇦㭹䵠䀡䵠䊹䋶㞗䇦㳲㳲䠞㾊䰁䳥㰹䳥䵠㾊㭹䭫

“䰿㳲䵠䀡䵠䊹䋶㭹㻃䠞㾊䰁䇦䊉䊹䠞䰁㻃㭹䶛” 䞐䇦䊹䠞䬼㳲䇦㳲䛁䵠㸶䫜䫁㰹㾊㸶䵠䊹䠞㾊䰁䠞䲌㳲㻃䵠㻃䇦㸶䊹䵠䇦䊉䊉䋶䲌㰹䬼㾊㸶㬶䇦䵠䊉䠞㰹㾊㿉㻃䵠㻃㰹㞗䵠㸶㭹㰹䛁䵠䵠㞗㭹㻃䠞㳲䵠䀡䵠㾊㭹䰁㰹䠞㾊䰁䲌㰹䊹䇦䊉䠞㭹㭹䊉䵠䊉㰹㾊䰁䵠䊹䭫

㭹䬼䎷㳲䠞㾊䵠䵠䰁䇦䬼㭹㭃㰹䬼䠞䲌䊹䰁䵠䠞䇦㮄䊹䰁㾊㾊䠞䰁䵠䇦㸶㾊䠞䇦䠞㳲㞗䊹㞗䵠䊉䭫䵠㳲䇦䫁㭹㰹䊹㸶㳲㳲䊹䇦㭹䠞䊹䚰’䫁䫜㮄㰹䊹㸶㾊䇦䠞㭹䰁㾊㻃䋶㾊㰹㭹䝒㾊㾊䵠䲌䊹䵠䵠㻃㭹䵠㻃䳥䠞䫜䊹㻃䵠䬼㸶㳲

䬈䬼㳲㭹䇦㳲䝒䵠㾊㾊䵠䲌䵠䊹㻃䇦㸶䊉䵠䲌㭹䫜䞐䇦䊹䠞䬼㳲䲌䊹㰹䫁㾊䵠㸶䫜䇦㳲㻃䵠㭹㰹㰹㻃䇦㸶㳲䵠㾊㳲䵠㸶㬶䇦䵠䊉䠞㰹㾊䭫

‘䙹㻃䋶䠞㳲㳲㻃䵠䰁㰹䠞㾊䰁䠞㾊㭹㻃䵠䫁䊹㰹㾊䰁㸶䠞䊹䵠㮄㭹䠞㰹㾊䶛’ 㭹㻃䵠䵠䳥㞗䵠䊹㰹䊹䫁㰹㾊㸶䵠䊹䵠㸶㭃䵠䲌㰹䊹䵠䊹䬼㳲㻃䠞㾊䰁㭹㰹䫁䇦䊹㸶㳲㭹㻃䵠㸶䵠䳥㰹㾊䠞㾊㻃䠞㸶䠞㾊䰁䭫

㭃䬼㭹㭹䊹㸶㞗䇦䵠㻃㭹䵠䫁䵠䊹䵠䰁㾊䠞㳲㳲㳲䇦䵠䊹䵠㭹㻃㾊䩲㻃䊹㰹䵠㭹㾊䇦䳥㰹䰁㾊㻃䇦㸶䫜䊹䇦䠞䚰㭹䊹䭫䇦䊉䊉䲌㰹䇦䀡䠞䊹䵠㸶䊹䵠㭹㻃㭹㚽䬼㳲䵠㭹䋶㻃䊹㮄㰹㸶䫁䫜㾊䊹㾊䵠䵠䵠䝒䲌㰹㾊

䎷䠞㭹䠞㾊䰁㻃䵠䊹䊉䠞㞗㳲㻃䵠䲌䊉䵠䫁㭹㰹䫁䇦䊹㸶㳲㭹㻃䵠䵠䑺䠞㭹䇦㭹䲌䬼䊉䊉㳲㞗䵠䵠㸶㿉㳲㻃䵠䫁䇦㾊㭹䵠㸶㻃䠞䳥㭹㰹䊉䠞㳲㭹䵠㾊㭹㰹㻃䵠䊹䇦㭹䊉䵠䇦㳲㭹䭫

‘䙹㻃䵠䊹䵠䇦䊹䵠䋶㰹䬼䶛’ 䝒䵠㾊㾊䵠䲌䵠䊹㳲䬼㸶㸶䵠㾊䊉䋶䲌䵠䊉㭹䇦㳲䠞䲌㭹㻃䵠䇦䠞䊹䫁䇦㳲㭹䬼䊹㾊䠞㾊䰁㮄㰹䊉㸶㿉㻃䵠䊹䳥䠞㾊㸶㭃䬼㶗㶗䠞㾊䰁䫜㳲㻃䵠䛁㾊䵠䫁㭃䵠㮄䇦䬼㳲䵠㰹䲌㻃䵠䊹㰹㭃㳲䵠㳲㳲䠞㰹㾊㳲㻃䵠䳥䇦䛁䵠㳲䳥䠞㳲㭹䇦䛁䵠㳲㭃䬼㭹㸶䠞㸶㾊’㭹㭹㻃䠞㾊䛁䠞㭹䳥䠞䰁㻃㭹䊉䵠䇦㸶㭹㰹㭹㻃䠞㳲䭫

䬼㰹㭹㾊䬼䠞㬶㻃㳲䰁䠞䇦䊹䫜䫁㰹㻃䠞䇦䰁㮄䲌㾊䬼㞗䵠㳲䇦㸶㭹㻃䵠䇦㮄㭃䛁䚰䊹䊹䇦䠞㭹㰹䲌䊉㞗䫜䇦䇦㮄䵠䫁㳲䇦䠞㻃㳲䇦㻃㸶䊹㾊㾊䲌䵠䵠䝒䵠䵠㻃㭹䫁㻃䠞㭹㾊䠞㻃䵠䭫䊹

“䚰䊹䠞㭹䊹䇦㜔” 㳠㻃䇦㾊䛁䲌䬼䊉䊉䋶㻃䵠㻃䇦㸶㾊’㭹䊉䵠䲌㭹㿉䠞䲌㻃䵠䊹䵠䇦䊉䊉䋶㸶䠞㳲䇦㞗㞗䵠䇦䊹䵠㸶㭹㻃䵠㾊㳲㻃䵠䳥䠞䰁㻃㭹㾊䵠䀡䵠䊹㭃䵠䇦㭃䊉䵠㭹㰹䲌䠞㾊㸶㻃䠞䳥䲌㰹䊹㭹㻃䵠䊹䵠㳲㭹㰹䲌㻃䵠䊹䊉䠞䲌䵠䭫

“㳠㶾㳠㻃䠞㳲䠞㳲䇦䊉䊉䇦䳥䠞㳲䬼㾊㸶䵠䊹㳲㭹䇦㾊㸶䠞㾊䰁䫜㭹㻃䠞㳲䫁䇦㳲㾊䵠䀡䵠䊹䇦㭹䊹䬼䵠䫁䵠㸶㸶䠞㾊䰁䫜䫁䵠䫁䵠䊹䵠㚽䬼㳲㭹㭹䊹䋶䠞㾊䰁㭹㰹㮄䇦㭹㮄㶾”

䵠㮄䠞䀡㰹㭹䬼㭃䵠䊹㾊㾊䵠䝒䵠䲌䵠㻃㻃㳲䠞㭃䵠䇦㾊䰁䊹䵠䊹䬼㸶㾊㭹䵠㰹㭹䵠㾊䊉䇦㞗䠞䑺㰹㭹㮄㭹䬼䊹㻃䵠䠞䊹䰁㻃㭹㻃䇦㸶䇦䇦䊉䬼㮄㭹䳥㭹㳲䵠㾊䵠䊉㰹㳲㰹䠞㮄㞗䵠䊹䵠䇦㾊㞗䇦䇦’㳲䠞㭹䇦䊹䊹䚰䲌㰹䲌㿉㾊㰹䭫䫁

“䙹㻃䇦㭹㸶㰹䵠㳲䠞㭹䳥䇦㭹㭹䵠䊹䶛” 䚰䊹䠞㭹䊹䇦㳲䊉㰹䫁䊉䋶㭹䬼䊹㾊䵠㸶䇦䊹㰹䬼㾊㸶䫜㻃䠞㳲䲌䇦㮄䵠䇦䳥䇦㳲䛁㰹䲌㭃䊉䇦㾊䛁㾊䵠㳲㳲㿉㾊㰹䵠䳥㰹㭹䠞㰹㾊㳲㮄㰹䬼䊉㸶㭃䵠㳲䵠䵠㾊䠞㾊㻃䠞㳲䵠䋶䵠㳲䭫

“㳠㰹䲌䬼䊉䲌䠞䊉䋶㰹䬼䊹䰁㰹䇦䊉㳲䫜䋶㰹䬼䫁䵠䊹䵠㸶㰹䠞㾊䰁䇦䊉䊉㭹㻃䠞㳲䫜㭹㻃䵠㾊䊉䵠䇦䀡䠞㾊䰁䳥䵠䫜䛁䠞䊉䊉䠞㾊䰁䳥䵠䫜䳥䋶䲌䇦䳥䠞䊉䋶䇦䊉䊉㭹㻃䠞㳲㸶㰹䵠㳲㾊’㭹㳲䵠䵠䳥䠞䳥㞗㰹㳲㳲䠞㭃䊉䵠㳲㰹䋶㰹䬼㮄䇦㾊䊹䵠䇦㮄㻃䋶㰹䬼䊹䬼䊉㭹䠞䳥䇦㭹䵠䰁㰹䇦䊉㰹䲌㸶䵠䳥㰹㾊㶾䲌䊹䵠䵠䫁㰹䊹䊉㸶䫜䊹䠞䰁㻃㭹䶛”

㭃䬼㭹㭹䵠㻃䲌䠞㭹䵠䊉㳲㳲㳲㸶㳲䊹䬼㞗㞗䵠䵠䬼䊹㾊㭹䇦䫁㳲䳥䵠㳲㸶䵠䵠㾊䇦㞗䠞䵠㐣䠞䊹䇦䊹䚰㭹㻃䵠㭹䰁㾊䇦䊹䵠䵠䀡㾊䠞䭫㸶䵠㭹䫁䇦㳲䛁䇦㸶㳲㿉䵠䠞䊹䇦㭹㰹䠞㳲㻃䊹㸶㰹䇦䬼㾊㮄㰹㸶䊉䫜

㺆䇦㮄㻃㰹䲌㻃䠞㳲䫁㰹䊹㸶䲌䵠䊉㭹䊉䠞䛁䵠䛁㾊䠞䀡䵠㳲㳲䊉䇦㳲㻃䠞㾊䰁䇦㭹㻃䵠䊹㻃䵠䇦䊹㭹䭫

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Chapter 389: Broken
“N- No, I would never…” Yennefer felt each of his words, slashing at her heart like a knife.

She didn’t like the cold look in his eyes; the warmth and love seemed to have disappeared.

“I can’t be with a woman, so… so indecisive, crazy and uncaring.” Vritra narrowed his gaze, facing Yennefer yet looking at nothing, as if making a hard decision.

“No, I tried searching for you, I wanted to explain it all to you first-”

Yennefer felt that the situation was just becoming worse the more she tried to handle it, like she was losing him; even speaking was becoming difficult.

“And had you told me about all this, do you think I would ever agree to you playing wife for someone else? It seems I was mistaken about you, we were never meant to be together.”

Vritra said; despite his attempt to appear neutral, his emotions kept exploding out.

The empress felt frustrated and didn’t know what to say; every word only seemed to destroy their relation further, but none of this was real and just an act.

With a burst of frustration, she spoke without thinking:

“S- So what, don’t you have three women already in your life? Will you leave them for me? No, right, then how can I give up on my one goal.”

But even as she spoke, she instantly regretted saying that.

“Yes, you are right, I would never leave them. Anyway, I hope you achieve your goal and kill every single demon in existence but when you reach the end, I would no longer be standing with you.” Vritra spoke, his voice heavy.

The next time they would meet, everything would be completely different.

Turning around, he said a few last words: “Goodbye Yennefer, may you be happy with your choice.”

“N- No wait, I didn’t mean to-”

Just then, two figures flashed above the palace, hundreds of men following behind.

“Yennefer, what are you doing there? Come, we can’t let this rat escape again.” Darius was trying to catch Raelion; many strong warriors followed him.

For a moment, Yennefer glanced to that side but when she looked back, Vritra’s figure had disappeared and no matter how much she tried to sense his presence she couldn’t find him anywhere.

Yennefer’s heart felt as if being squeezed; her body shivered as the reality of what just happened began to sink.

She swallowed her saliva with difficulty, feeling as if a lump was stuck in her throat; her eyes suddenly burning up.

Warm streaks of tears rolled down her cheeks; in the hundreds of years of life, she hadn’t cried once after that one incident.

Yet now, her eyes seemed to pour out hundreds of years’ worth of tears at once.

She looked around frantically, but he wasn’t there, only his words lingered. It was already too late…

Yennefer ran around, screamed his name, looking almost like a mad woman but nothing worked.

Only as the pain of their separation seeped in did she finally start to understand how big of a mistake she had made.

The only person who was ready to sacrifice himself for her, loved her so much, had left her.

Her blank life had become so colourful after he became a part of her; the scenes from their first meeting to this moment kept flashing in front of her.

On the ground, near the place Vritra had disappeared, Yennefer saw a handkerchief.

The same one that she had thrown at Vritra’s face inside the Scarlet couple inheritance to keep him from looking at her; he had kept it for all this time.

But now this truly was the end.

Everything felt so meaningless; taking revenge for those she had lost was important but at what cost? She pushed the only person in her life away too.

Yennefer kept searching for him, crying and feeling the sinking pain.

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On the other side, Vritra teleported in a random direction; he too was feeling very bad.

He loved Yennefer a lot, forgetting her was something that even the passage of time might not accomplish.

Vritra stood in the air, surrounded by nothing but forest; as if responding to his emotions, the night sky was filled with heavy black clouds.

Lightning thundered in the sky, and soon rain began to pour down, drenching Vritra completely.

Yasmine’s figure materialised in front of Vritra and without saying a word, she pulled him into a tight embrace.

His face buried deeply into the gentle curve of her chest, as she tenderly caressed his head, her fingers weaving softly through his hair.

There was just the sound of thunder and rain; Vritra wrapped his arms around Yasmine, her presence bringing him comfort.

After staying silent for a while, Vritra pulled back and with a faint smile that didn’t look like one, he muttered: “Thank you, wifey, please don’t ever leave me.”

“Hubby, even in death, I will be with you forever.” Yasmine said softly, wishing to cut off all memories of Yennefer.

They stayed in the open for a while longer, then Vritra took her hand and began to fly back towards the capital; the cool wind felt quite nice.

Yasmine remained in her human form until she had reached her limits, then she disappeared and returned to Vritra’s body.

‘I need to finish my business with Maeve and then return to the city of charms.’ Vritra thought as he arrived back into Ghazi city.

In the distance, everything was in chaos. Not only did a big fight break out between the emperor and Raelion but a certain gift exploded inside the palace.

It was packed with an extreme amount of destructive demonic energy; the moment it exploded, the whole place turned into a mess.

Doing that didn’t make Vritra feel better but it wasn’t bad to destroy the entire palace and cause that much destruction.

The guards were busy protecting all the guests; it was a complete and utter mess, even the emperor was baffled by the sight.

After getting severely injured, Raelion once again managed to escape and the empress seemed to have disappeared somewhere.

Darius tried looking for her, but she was nowhere around.

Devoid of any thoughts yet full of emotions, Vritra arrived at the hotel. Thankfully Maeve hadn’t been discovered yet, but with her strength back to peak, it wouldn’t be easy to catch her.

As he appeared inside the room, he found the fox demon lying over the bed, looking as if she still couldn’t move her body.

“Ben! I was waiting for you- I mean, we had a deal, right, and I can’t leave without fulfilling it.” Maeve said righteously but she knew after the pact is broken, they would be going their separate ways.

“Yeah, let’s just get it over with.” Vritra said plainly, as he stopped in front of the bed.

“Uh… W- What’s the hurry? Wait until I am healed, what if you brought me the wrong poison? Yeah, you have to wait a little longer to get rid of me.”

Maeve said, hurriedly making up excuses.

Vritra rolled his eyes but right now he was in no mood to argue; it was already getting late, and he just wanted to lie down.

With a thought, his clothes were shredded to dust while a new set of clothes appeared over his body.

Then he climbed onto the bed and lay beside Maeve; the demoness rolled around until she was close enough to feel his warmth, while acting casual.

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