NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 1112: One Of Them Is now Here (Part 2)
Chapter 1112: One Of Them Is now Here (Part 2)
As soon as Alter had gotten their hands on the Golden Globe, they had been testing its uses and how to fully utilize the item itself. The only people that knew were those from the Bonum Society who were in direct opposition to Alter.
Still, due to the vast amount of item collecting they had over the years, they had figured out various methods on how to test certain items, so it would only be a particular amount of time until they were successful.
During the short amount of time they had the item, they had managed to have somewhat of a success. As long as they were in another dimension, the portal could be used, and if a member was present of that otherworld, they could open a small portal to that otherworld just long enough for a single individual to get through.
With this breakthrough in mind, Henio, through their methods, had made contact with Alterian, and he had asked the grand question. If they could only send one individual through for now, who was it that they would want to send?
Opening the portal, they could only do so once in a while. How long until the item appeared to recharge itself, or when they knew it would recharge, they weren't so sure just yet. Everything was based on estimates since they didn't want to test it out and then wait a long period of time until they could use the items again.
In Alterian itself, Enaxx had entered the office of Idore. He was staring out the glass, looking at the entire view of Alterian from it. A 360 panoramic view, and since it was the tallest building in the city, no one had better access to such a place.
"So you want me to go to that Pagna?" Enaxx said. "Why me of all people?"
"Because, there are multiple developments that are going on. You know the ultimate goal for me," Idore explained. "It's something that I have to succeed in. Besides, I'm surprised you have gotten quite brave, to question me?"
The moment Idore said that, Enaxx took a step back. "No, it's fine, I was just asking, you know, what my role is in all of this, and what you actually directly want me to do, you know, so I have a bigger understanding of things."
"I want you to deal with this person who names himself the Dark Magus there!" Idore said. "Work with Alter, and find out who he is; if he won't speak, then just get rid of the mess. There are too many things happening when we are so close at reaching what is needed, oh and Enaxx, if you fail, unless you're dead, don't bother coming back."
Right now, Enaxx was standing in the throne room, with the Divine warriors and the Light Faction leaders who had fallen to their knees.
"Alright, alright, since you guys are the ones I need to deal with, and since I'm meant to be working with them, can you step away?" Enaxx politely asked, with his hands open.
One of the Divine warriors who weren't standing next to the leaders jumped toward Enaxx.
"Hey, do you guys really think I will let any of you get close to me?" Enaxx said, as the small fireball in his hand moved and erupted into a fiery spectacle. It shifted, grew in size, and completely engulfed the attacker in front of him.
Using his weapon, he swung his sword and his Qi, fighting out of the flames left and right. The Qi with the weapon was breaking the fire apart, but Enaxx, seeing this, just started to swing his arms more and more, adding more of the flames to the area.
Until the man's body was eventually engulfed in flames as well. His body was set alight, and the Qi he was using was unable to keep up.
"We have to help him!" The Divine female stated as she rushed ahead, and so did the four others, leaving the leaders behind; they knew who the troublesome person was.
"Ah, you think I would just stand here?" Enaxx claimed as he shifted his feet, and the ground beneath them started to move. Large walls were appearing in front of them. They were confused by what was happening and were worried what to do, how to strike forward, and then the walls fell down, and they could see a warrior having been burnt to a crisp on the floor.
"This is our enemy, these are the ones that we need to be worried about?" Enaxx said. "But it was so easy."
"Our enemy?" One of the Divine warriors claimed. "We have no idea who you are, or the strange powers that you are using. How can you even call us your enemy?"
Enaxx started to laugh as he lifted his head to the sky. "It's quite clear that you Divine warriors have no idea about the grand scheme of things. Why the world is split in two, why when you become a Divine warrior, you're separated into another realm in the first place. You think it's someplace special for you all… it makes me laugh, it seriously does."
"Anyway, it doesn't matter, right now my job is to finish you all."
Kawak was watching things carefully; when visiting Alter, he had seen those that could use these types of powers before. It wasn't a first, but for someone so confident and powerful in using them, against those that could best them like this.
Who was this man that Alter had sent? It was a man that had the power to clearly change Alter, and why didn't they have him appear before to deal with the troublesome Dark Magus if they always had him?
"I think we should make things a little fair, there are four of you, so let's make sure there are four of me?" Enaxx said as exact copies of himself started to split and walk off from his body, standing in a line, until there were four Enaxxs.
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䁸㑽䭮䯲䧸 䞁䶩 㑽㷕 䞁㷕㰐䞁䛒䞁㰐㲇㑽䪦 㷯㑽㰐 㑽 䛒㑽䓸㥯 㑽㑀䫛㲇㷕㥯 䫛䶩 㢜䞁䐛 㥯㷯䧸䭮 䤄䫛㲇䪦㰐 䤄㚯䧸㑽㥯䧸 䤄䪦䫛㷕䧸䕃䪦䞁䕮䧸 㑽䶩㥯䧸㚯䞁㑀㑽䠔䧸䓸 䲽䞁㥯㷯 㥯㷯䧸䞁㚯 䛒䞁䓸㲇㑽䪦 㢜䞁㩪 䒿䫛䲽䧸䛒䧸㚯䐛 䲽䞁㥯㷯 䯲䫛㥯㷯 䫛䶩 㥯㷯䧸䓸䧸 㥯㷯䞁㷕䠔䓸䐛 䞁㥯 䲽䫛㲇䪦㰐 㷯㑽䦫䦫䧸㷕 㰐㲇㚯䞁㷕䠔 㑽 㥯䧸䤄㷯㷕䞁䠜㲇䧸 䲽䞁㥯㷯 㑀㲇䤄㷯 㑀䫛䛒䧸㑀䧸㷕㥯䐛 㑽㷕㰐 㑀㑽䭮䯲䧸 㥯㷯䧸 䞁㑀㑽䠔䧸 䞁㷕 䶩㚯䫛㷕㥯 䫛䶩 㥯㷯䧸㑀 䲽䫛㲇䪦㰐㷕'㥯 䯲䧸 㑽䓸 䶩䪦㲇䞁㰐㩪
㨶䧸㥯䐛 䧸㑽䤄㷯 䫛䶩 㥯㷯䧸 䤄䫛䦫䞁䧸䓸 䫛䶩 䓓㷕㑽㓴㓴 䲽䧸㚯䧸 㑀䫛䛒䞁㷕䠔 䫛䶩 㥯㷯䧸䞁㚯 䫛䲽㷕 䶩㚯䧸䧸 䲽䞁䪦䪦㩪 䩀㷯䧸䭮 䧸䛒䧸㷕 䓸㥯䫛䫛㰐 䲽䞁㥯㷯 㰐䞁䶩䶩䧸㚯䧸㷕㥯 䠔䧸䓸㥯㲇㚯䧸䓸 㑽㷕㰐 㰐䞁䶩䶩䧸㚯䧸㷕㥯 㑽䤄㥯䞁䫛㷕䓸䐛 㑽㷕㰐 㥯㷯䧸㚯䧸 䲽㑽䓸㷕'㥯 䧸䛒䧸㷕 㑽 䯲㚯䧸㑽䕮 䞁㷕 㥯㷯䧸䞁㚯 䯲䫛㰐䭮㩪
䒻㑀㑀䧸㰐䞁㑽㥯䧸䪦䭮䐛 䫛㷕䧸 䫛䶩 㥯㷯䧸 䲽㑽㚯㚯䞁䫛㚯䓸 䓸䲽㲇㷕䠔 㥯㷯䧸䞁㚯 䓸䲽䫛㚯㰐䓸䐛 䤄㲇㥯㥯䞁㷕䠔 㚯䞁䠔㷯㥯 㥯㷯㚯䫛㲇䠔㷯 㥯㷯䧸 㑀㑽䠔䞁䤄 㑽㷕㰐 䯲㚯䧸㑽䕮䞁㷕䠔 䞁㥯 䲽䞁㥯㷯 㥯㷯䧸䞁㚯 㢜䞁㩪
"㨶䫛㲇… 㑽㚯䧸 㲇㷕㰐䧸㚯䧸䓸㥯䞁㑀㑽㥯䞁㷕䠔 㲇䓸 䶩㑽㚯 㥯䫛䫛 㑀㲇䤄㷯䜏" 䩀㷯䧸 䲽㑽㚯㚯䞁䫛㚯 䓸㷯䫛㲇㥯䧸㰐㩪 "䡪䧸 䫛䶩 㥯㷯䧸 䌣䞁䛒䞁㷕䧸 㚯䧸㑽䪦㑀 㷯㑽䛒䧸 䓸䦫䧸㷕㥯 䭮䧸㑽㚯䓸 㷯䫛㷕䞁㷕䠔 䫛㲇㚯 䓸䕮䞁䪦䪦䓸 㑽㷕㰐 䫛㲇㚯 䓸㥯㚯䧸㷕䠔㥯㷯㩪 䡪䧸 㷯㑽䛒䧸 㑀䫛䓸㥯 䪦䞁䕮䧸䪦䭮 䪦䞁䛒䧸㰐 㑀㲇䪦㥯䞁䦫䪦䧸 䫛䶩 䭮䫛㲇㚯 䪦䞁䶩䧸㥯䞁㑀䧸䓸䐛 䯲䫛䭮㩪"
䳰㥯 㥯㷯䧸 䓸㑽㑀䧸 㥯䞁㑀䧸䐛 㑽䪦䪦 䫛䶩 㥯㷯䧸 䫛㥯㷯䧸㚯 䤄䪦䫛㷕䧸䓸 䓸㥯㑽㚯㥯䧸㰐 㥯䫛 㑽㥯㥯㑽䤄䕮 䲽䞁㥯㷯 㥯㷯䧸䞁㚯 䫛䲽㷕 㑀㑽䠔䞁䤄䐛 㑽㷕㰐 㥯㷯䧸䭮 䲽䧸㚯䧸 㲇䓸䞁㷕䠔 䛒㑽㚯䞁䫛㲇䓸 㰐䞁䶩䶩䧸㚯䧸㷕㥯 㑀㑽䠔䞁䤄䓸㩪 䕦䫛㑀䧸 㰐䞁䓸䦫䪦㑽䭮䞁㷕䠔 䞁䤄䧸䕃䪦䞁䕮䧸 䦫䫛䲽䧸㚯䓸䐛 㥯㷯㚯䫛䲽䞁㷕䠔 䓸㷯㑽㚯㰐䓸 䫛㲇㥯䐛 䶩㚯䧸䧸䌌䞁㷕䠔 㥯㷯䧸 䶩䪦䫛䫛㚯䐛 㑽㷕㰐 䤄㚯䧸㑽㥯䞁㷕䠔 䪦㑽㚯䠔䧸 䫛䯲䂿䧸䤄㥯䓸 㥯䫛 㑽㥯㥯㑽䤄䕮 䲽䞁㥯㷯㩪
㱇㥯㷯䧸㚯䓸 㲇䓸䞁㷕䠔 䣠䞁䠔㷯㥯㷕䞁㷕䠔䐛 䕤䞁㚯䧸䐛 㑽㷕㰐 䓓㑽㚯㥯㷯㩪 䩀㷯䧸 䯲㑽䓸䞁䤄 㥯䭮䦫䧸䓸 䫛䶩 㑀㑽䠔䞁䤄 㑽㥯 㑽 㷯䞁䠔㷯 䪦䧸䛒䧸䪦㩪 䒻㥯 䲽㑽䓸 䫛䛒䧸㚯䲽㷯䧸䪦㑀䞁㷕䠔 䶩䫛㚯 㥯㷯䧸 䲽㑽㚯㚯䞁䫛㚯䓸㩪
䩀㷯䧸䭮 䲽䧸㚯䧸 㑽䪦㚯䧸㑽㰐䭮 䯲㑽㰐䪦䭮 㷯㲇㚯㥯 㑽䓸 䞁㥯 䲽㑽䓸䐛 㑽㷕㰐 䞁㥯 䲽㑽䓸㷕'㥯 㑽䓸 䞁䶩 㥯㷯䧸䞁㚯 䞁㷕㥯䧸㚯䶩䧸㚯䧸㷕䤄䧸 䲽䫛㲇䪦㰐 㑽䤄㥯㲇㑽䪦䪦䭮 㑽㑀䫛㲇㷕㥯 㥯䫛 㑽㷕䭮㥯㷯䞁㷕䠔 䞁㷕 㥯㷯䧸 䶩䞁㚯䓸㥯 䦫䪦㑽䤄䧸㩪
"䌣䫛 䭮䫛㲇 䕮㷕䫛䲽 䲽㷯䫛 㥯㷯䞁䓸 㑀㑽㷕 䞁䓸㴶" 䙗䞁䤄䪦䧸 㑽䓸䕮䧸㰐㩪
"䩀㷯㑽㥯 䠔㚯䫛㲇䦫 㑽䠔㑽䞁㷕䐛" 䒻㑀䦫㚯䧸䓸䓸 㚯䧸䦫䪦䞁䧸㰐㩪 "䩀㷯䧸䭮 䓸䧸䧸㑀 㥯䫛 㷯㑽䛒䧸 䠜㲇䞁㥯䧸 㥯㷯䧸 䦫䫛䲽䧸㚯䶩㲇䪦 䦫䧸䫛䦫䪦䧸 䞁㷕 㥯㷯䧸㑀㩪 䒻㥯'䓸 㷕䫛 䲽䫛㷕㰐䧸㚯 䭮䫛㲇 䲽㑽㷕㥯䧸㰐 㥯䫛 㑽䪦䞁䠔㷕 䭮䫛㲇㚯䓸䧸䪦䶩 䲽䞁㥯㷯 㥯㷯䧸㑀㩪"
䒻㑀䦫㚯䧸䓸䓸 䲽㑽䓸 㥯㷯䞁㷕䕮䞁㷕䠔 䯲㑽䤄䕮 㥯䫛 㥯㷯䧸 䓸㥯㚯䧸㷕䠔㥯㷯 䫛䶩 䫨䧸㰐 㥯㷯㑽㥯 䓸㷯䧸 㷯㑽㰐 䓸䧸䧸㷕 㑽䓸 䲽䧸䪦䪦䐛 䲽㷯䞁䤄㷯 㑀㑽㰐䧸 㷯䧸㚯 㥯㷯䞁㷕䕮 㑽䯲䫛㲇㥯 㥯㷯䧸 䫛㥯㷯䧸㚯 䌣䞁䛒䞁㷕䧸 䲽㑽㚯㚯䞁䫛㚯 䓸㷯䧸 㷯㑽㰐 䓸䧸䧸㷕㩪
䳰䶩㥯䧸㚯 㑽 䶩䧸䲽 㑀䞁㷕㲇㥯䧸䓸䐛 㥯㷯䧸 㰐䧸䛒㑽䓸㥯㑽㥯䞁䫛㷕 㷯㑽㰐 䤄䫛㑀䧸 㥯䫛 㑽㷕 䧸㷕㰐㩪 䩀㷯䧸 㥯㷯㚯䫛㷕䧸 㚯䫛䫛㑀 䲽㑽䓸 㑽 㑀䧸䓸䓸䐛 䲽䞁㥯㷯 䛒㑽㚯䞁䫛㲇䓸 䦫㑽㚯㥯䓸 䫛䶩 䞁㥯 㰐䧸䓸㥯㚯䫛䭮䧸㰐䐛 㥯㷯䧸 䠔㚯䫛㲇㷕㰐 㷯㑽䛒䞁㷕䠔 䯲㲇㚯㷕㥯 㑀㑽㚯䕮䓸 䞁㷕 㑽㚯䧸㑽䓸䐛 䯲㲇㥯 㥯㷯䧸㚯䧸 䲽㑽䓸 㑽䪦䓸䫛 㥯㷯䧸 䯲䪦䫛䫛㰐 䫛䶩 㥯㷯䧸 䌣䞁䛒䞁㷕䧸 䲽㑽㚯㚯䞁䫛㚯䓸 䓸䦫䪦㑽㥯㥯䧸㚯䧸㰐 㑽䤄㚯䫛䓸䓸 㥯㷯䧸 䶩䪦䫛䫛㚯㩪
䩀㷯䧸 䯲㑽㥯㥯䪦䧸 䲽㑽䓸 䫛䛒䧸㚯䐛 㑽㷕㰐 㷕䫛㥯 㑽 䓸䞁㷕䠔䪦䧸 䫛㷕䧸 䫛䶩 㥯㷯䧸 䓓㷕㑽㓴㓴'䓸 䤄䪦䫛㷕䧸䓸 䲽䧸㚯䧸 㰐䧸䶩䧸㑽㥯䧸㰐㩪 䕦䫛㑀䧸 㷯㑽㰐 㚯䧸䤄䧸䞁䛒䧸㰐 㑽 䤄㲇㥯 䫛㷕 㥯㷯䧸䞁㚯 㑽㚯㑀 㷯䧸㚯䧸 䫛㚯 㥯㷯䧸㚯䧸䐛 䯲㲇㥯 㥯㷯䧸䭮 㰐䞁㰐㷕'㥯 䪦䫛䫛䕮 䪦䞁䕮䧸 䓸䧸㚯䞁䫛㲇䓸 䲽䫛㲇㷕㰐䓸㩪
䩀㷯䧸 㑀㑽㷕 䫛㷕 㥯㷯䧸 䠔㚯䫛㲇㷕㰐 䤄䫛㷕㥯䞁㷕㲇䧸㰐 㥯䫛 䠔㚯㲇㷕㥯 㑽䓸 㷯䧸 䪦䫛䫛䕮䧸㰐 㑽㥯 䓓㷕㑽㓴㓴㩪 "㨶䫛㲇 䓸㷯䫛㲇䪦㰐 䯲䧸 䪦㲇䤄䕮䭮…" 䩀㷯䧸 㰐䞁䛒䞁㷕䧸 䲽㑽㚯㚯䞁䫛㚯 䓸㥯㑽㥯䧸㰐㩪 "䩀㷯㑽㥯 䲽䧸 㑽㚯䧸 㷕䫛㥯 䞁㷕 㥯㷯䧸 䫛㥯㷯䧸㚯 㚯䧸㑽䪦㑀䐛 䫛㚯 㥯㷯䞁䓸 䶩䞁䠔㷯㥯 䲽䫛㲇䪦㰐 䯲䧸 㑽 㰐䞁䶩䶩䧸㚯䧸㷕㥯 䓸㥯䫛㚯䭮 㑽䪦㥯䫛䠔䧸㥯㷯䧸㚯㩪"
"㱇㷯䐛 㰐䫛㷕'㥯 䲽䫛㚯㚯䭮 㑽䯲䫛㲇㥯 㥯㷯㑽㥯䐛 䭮䫛㲇 䓸㷯䫛㲇䪦㰐 䲽䫛㚯㚯䭮 㑽䯲䫛㲇㥯 㥯㷯䧸 䓸䞁㥯㲇㑽㥯䞁䫛㷕 䭮䫛㲇 㑽㚯䧸 䞁㷕 㚯䞁䠔㷯㥯 㷕䫛䲽㴶" 䳰䓸 䓓㷕㑽㓴㓴 䓸㑽䞁㰐 㥯㷯䧸䓸䧸 䲽䫛㚯㰐䓸䐛 㥯㷯䧸 䫛㥯㷯䧸㚯 䤄䪦䫛㷕䧸䓸 䓸㥯㑽㚯㥯䧸㰐 㥯䫛 䲽㑽䪦䕮 㥯䫛䲽㑽㚯㰐䓸 㷯䞁㑀 㑽㷕㰐 䛒䧸㷕㥯㲇㚯䧸㰐 䯲㑽䤄䕮 䞁㷕㥯䫛 㷯䞁䓸 䯲䫛㰐䭮䐛 㑀䫛㚯䦫㷯䞁㷕䠔 䞁㷕㥯䫛 䫛㷕䧸 䞁㷕㰐䞁䛒䞁㰐㲇㑽䪦㩪 䫨䞁䠔㷯㥯 㑽䶩㥯䧸㚯䐛 䓓㷕㑽㓴㓴'䓸 䶩䫛䫛㥯 䓸㥯㑽㚯㥯䧸㰐 㥯䫛 䪦䞁䠔㷯㥯 䞁㷕 㑽 䶩䪦㑽㑀䧸䐛 䤄䫛㷕㥯䞁㷕㲇䧸㰐 㥯䫛 䯲㲇㚯㷕 㲇㷕㥯䞁䪦 㷯䞁䓸 䶩䫛䫛㥯 㷯㑽㰐 䓸㲇㷕䕮 㚯䞁䠔㷯㥯 㥯㷯㚯䫛㲇䠔㷯 㥯㷯䧸 䌣䞁䛒䞁㷕䧸 䲽㑽㚯㚯䞁䫛㚯'䓸 㷕䧸䤄䕮䐛 䶩䞁㷕䞁䓸㷯䞁㷕䠔 㥯㷯䧸 䪦㑽䓸㥯 䫛䶩 㥯㷯䧸㑀㩪
䓓㷕㑽㓴㓴 䶩䧸䪦㥯 䪦䞁䕮䧸 㷯䧸 㷯㑽㰐 㑽䤄㥯㲇㑽䪦䪦䭮 䤄䫛㷕㥯㑽䞁㷕䧸㰐 㷯䞁㑀䓸䧸䪦䶩㩪 䒻䶩 㷯䧸 㷯㑽㰐 䠔䫛㷕䧸 䲽䞁䪦㰐䧸㚯 䲽䞁㥯㷯 㥯㷯䧸 䪦㑽㚯䠔䧸䕃䓸䤄㑽䪦䧸 䓸䦫䧸䪦䪦䓸 㷯䧸 㷯㑽㰐 㲇䓸䧸㰐䐛 㥯㷯䧸㷕 㥯㷯䧸 㥯䫛䦫 䫛䶩 㥯㷯䧸 䦫㑽䪦㑽䤄䧸 䲽䫛㲇䪦㰐㷕'㥯 䯲䧸 䦫㚯䧸䓸䧸㷕㥯䐛 㑽㷕㰐 㥯㷯䧸䭮 䲽䫛㲇䪦㰐 㑽䪦䪦 䯲䧸 䪦䫛䫛䕮䞁㷕䠔 㑽㥯 㥯㷯䧸 䓸䕮䭮 㚯䞁䠔㷯㥯 㷕䫛䲽㩪
"䒻䓸 䞁㥯 䫛䛒䧸㚯 㷕䫛䲽㴶" 䙗䞁䤄䪦䧸 㑽䓸䕮䧸㰐㩪 "䩀㷯䧸 䌣䞁䛒䞁㷕䧸 䲽㑽㚯㚯䞁䫛㚯䓸䐛 㥯㷯䧸䭮 㷯㑽䛒䧸 䯲䧸䧸㷕 䯲䧸㑽㥯䧸㷕䐛 㚯䞁䠔㷯㥯㴶 䩀㷯䧸 㥯㷯㚯䧸㑽㥯 䞁䓸 䠔䫛㷕䧸㩪"
䬁㑽䲽㑽䕮 䲽㑽䓸 䲽䫛㚯㚯䞁䧸㰐 䶩䫛㚯 㑽 㑀㲇䪦㥯䞁㥯㲇㰐䧸 䫛䶩 㚯䧸㑽䓸䫛㷕䓸㩪 䒿䫛䲽 㑀㑽㷕䭮 䌣䞁䛒䞁㷕䧸 䲽㑽㚯㚯䞁䫛㚯䓸 䲽䧸㚯䧸 䞁㷕䛒䫛䪦䛒䧸㰐 䞁㷕 㥯㷯䧸 䦫㑽䤄㥯 䯲䧸㥯䲽䧸䧸㷕 㥯㷯䧸 䤄䞁䛒䞁䪦䞁㑽㷕䓸 㑽㷕㰐 䲽㑽㚯㚯䞁䫛㚯䓸㴶 䌣䞁㰐 㥯㷯䧸䭮 㚯䧸㑽䪦䪦䭮 䧸㓴䦫䧸䤄㥯 䂿㲇䓸㥯 䶩䞁䛒䧸 㰐䞁䛒䞁㷕䧸 䲽㑽㚯㚯䞁䫛㚯䓸 㥯䫛 㰐䧸㑽䪦 䲽䞁㥯㷯 㑽 䶩㲇䪦䪦䕃䫛㷕 䓸䤄㑽䪦䧸 䲽㑽㚯 䞁䶩 䞁㥯 䲽㑽䓸 㥯䫛 㥯㑽䕮䧸 䦫䪦㑽䤄䧸㴶
䡪䞁㥯㷯 㥯㷯䧸 㰐䧸㑽㥯㷯 䫛䶩 㥯㷯䧸 䫛㥯㷯䧸㚯 䌣䞁䛒䞁㷕䧸 䲽㑽㚯㚯䞁䫛㚯䓸䐛 䬁㑽䲽㑽䕮 䲽㑽䓸 䧸㓴䦫䧸䤄㥯䞁㷕䠔 䧸䛒䧸㷕 㑀䫛㚯䧸 䲽䫛㲇䪦㰐 䤄䫛㑀䧸 㰐䫛䲽㷕䐛 䯲㲇㥯 䞁䶩 㥯㷯䧸䭮 䲽䧸㚯䧸 㑽䯲䪦䧸 㥯䫛 䲽䞁㥯㷕䧸䓸䓸 䲽㷯㑽㥯 㷯㑽㰐 䂿㲇䓸㥯 㷯㑽䦫䦫䧸㷕䧸㰐䐛 㥯㷯䧸㷕 㑀㑽䭮䯲䧸 㥯㷯䧸㚯䧸 䲽㑽䓸 㑽 㚯䧸㑽䓸䫛㷕 䲽㷯䭮 㥯㷯䧸䭮 㷯㑽㰐㷕'㥯 䓸䧸㷕㥯 㑀䫛㚯䧸 㰐䫛䲽㷕㩪
䁸䫛䓸㥯 䫛䶩 㑽䪦䪦䐛 㥯㷯䫛㲇䠔㷯䐛 䲽㷯㑽㥯 䬁㑽䲽㑽䕮 㰐䞁㰐㷕'㥯 䪦䞁䕮䧸 䲽㑽䓸 㥯㷯䧸 䤄䫛㷕䶩䞁㰐䧸㷕㥯 䪦䫛䫛䕮 䫛㷕 㥯㷯䧸 䓓㑀䦫䧸㚯䫛㚯'䓸 䶩㑽䤄䧸䐛 㑽䓸 㷯䧸 䓸㥯㑽䭮䧸㰐 䞁㷕 㥯㷯䧸 䓸㑽㑀䧸 䦫䫛䓸䞁㥯䞁䫛㷕 㥯㷯䧸 䧸㷕㥯䞁㚯䧸 㥯䞁㑀䧸 㥯㷯䧸 䲽㑽㚯㚯䞁䫛㚯䓸 㷯㑽㰐 䯲䧸䧸㷕 㰐䧸䶩䧸㑽㥯䧸㰐㩪
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