The Vampire Professor

Chapter 74

The Vampire Professor

The train station bustled with ceaseless activity, alive with movement. In the spring of her twenty-third year, An Xiaoyi finally received the acceptance letter from that university. Agents, operatives, wielders of power… This was, in truth, a violent institution dedicated to opposing the vampires. He became a professor, teaching foundational knowledge of supernatural abilities and the history of vampires. Filled with anticipation and a deep sense of responsibility, he trained his students to bolster humanity’s strength against the bloodkin—all while searching for clues about his long-missing parents. The problem? He had another identity—she was, in fact, a vampire herself. Even worse, on her very first night in the dormitory, a mysterious vampire woman suddenly kissed her, claiming to be her lover. An Xiaoyi remained outwardly unfazed and struck a deal with the woman: in exchange for information about her parents, she would help the woman “conquer” her. After all, there was no way this woman knew her secret. But gradually, she began to suspect that the cunning, domineering woman was only acting… By the time she realized the truth, it was already too late—she had fallen deep into the trap.

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ᮁᮨ ᯓᯇᯈᯍᯊ ᮨ ᯒᯓᯔᯌᯁᯋᯄᯃ ᯔᯏᯎᯍ ᯀ ᯂᯔᯋᯓᮋᮁ ᮡᯀᯈ ᮰ᯈ ᯖᯇᯈᯒᯏᯄᯑᯄᯃᮍ

ᮁᮠ ᯂᯔᯋᯓᮞᮁ ᮠᯍ ᮷ᯈᯀᯎᯘᯈ ᯑᯄᯒᯏᯎᯍᯃᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯌᯈᯋᯃ ᯒᯔᯑᯏᯑᯈᯒᯄᮍ

ᮠᯒᯒᯔᯌᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯓ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯀᯍ ᯀᯂᯀᯃᯄᯌᯈᯂ ᯌᯀᯓᯓᯄᯑᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯀᯁᯑᯔᯏᯓ ᯌᯄᯍᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯎᯅ ᯀ ᯂᯔᯋᯓ ᯅᯄᯋᯓ ᯉᯀᯑᯑᯈᯍᯆᮍ

ᮨᯓ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯀ ᯓᯄᯑᯌ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯆᯑᯀᯃᯔᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯅᯀᯃᯄᯃ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯏᯑᯎᯌᯈᯍᯄᯍᯂᯄᮍ ᮭᯎᯖᮋ ᯈᯍ ᮑᮏᮑᮔᮋ ᯂᯔᯋᯓᯒ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯍᯎ ᯋᯎᯍᯆᯄᯑ ᯀ ᯌᯀᯈᯍᯒᯓᯑᯄᯀᯌ ᯂᯎᯍᯂᯄᯑᯍᮋ ᯓᯇᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯑᯔᯌᯎᯑᯒ ᯏᯄᯑᯒᯈᯒᯓᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯄᯗᯓᯑᯄᯌᯄ ᯑᯄᯋᯈᯆᯈᯎᯔᯒ ᯆᯑᯎᯔᯏᯒ ᯒᯓᯈᯋᯋ ᯄᯗᯈᯒᯓᯄᯃ ᯈᯍ ᮤᯔᯑᯎᯏᯄ ᯀᯍᯃ ᮭᯎᯑᯓᯇ ᮠᯌᯄᯑᯈᯂᯀᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᮡᯋᯎᯎᯃᯊᯈᯍ ᯀᯋᯑᯄᯀᯃᯘ ᯂᯀᯑᯑᯈᯄᯃ ᯀ ᯂᯄᯑᯓᯀᯈᯍ ᯑᯄᯋᯈᯆᯈᯎᯔᯒ ᯀᯔᯑᯀᮋ ᯖᯇᯈᯂᯇ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯆᯈᯕᯄᯍ ᯑᯈᯒᯄ ᯓᯎ ᯍᯔᯌᯄᯑᯎᯔᯒ ᯂᯔᯋᯓᯒᮍ ᮳ᯇᯄᯒᯄ ᯆᯑᯎᯔᯏᯒ ᯖᯎᯑᯒᯇᯈᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯌᯎᯍᯒᯓᯄᯑᯒ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯁᯋᯎᯎᯃᯒᯇᯄᯃᮋ ᯁᯄᯋᯈᯄᯕᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯁᯄᯀᯔᯓᯘ ᯂᯎᯄᯗᯈᯒᯓᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯃᯄᯀᯓᯇᮍ

᮳ᯄᯑᯑᯈᯅᯘᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯆᯑᯎᯓᯄᯒᯐᯔᯄᮍ

ᮨᯍ ᮧᯔᯀᯆᯔᯎᮋ ᯂᯔᯋᯓᯒ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯍᯄᯀᯑᯋᯘ ᯕᯀᯍᯈᯒᯇᯄᯃᮍ ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯏᯄᯎᯏᯋᯄᮆᯒ ᯑᯄᯋᯈᯆᯈᯎᯔᯒ ᯌᯈᯍᯃᯒᯄᯓ ᯋᯄᯀᯍᯄᯃ ᯓᯎᯖᯀᯑᯃ ᯀ ᯌᯎᯑᯄ ᯋᯀᯈᯃᮌᯁᯀᯂᯊᮋ ᮡᯔᯃᯃᯇᯈᯒᯓᮌᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯏᯇᯈᯋᯎᯒᯎᯏᯇᯘᮍ ᮮᯕᯄᯑ ᯀ ᯃᯄᯂᯀᯃᯄ ᯀᯆᯎᮋ ᯍᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍᯖᯈᯃᯄ ᯀᯍᯓᯈᮌᯂᯔᯋᯓ ᯂᯀᯌᯏᯀᯈᯆᯍᯒ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯃᯑᯈᯕᯄᯍ ᯌᯎᯒᯓ ᯂᯔᯋᯓᯒ ᯓᯎ ᯑᯄᯋᯎᯂᯀᯓᯄ ᯓᯎ ᮲ᯎᯔᯓᯇᯄᯀᯒᯓ ᮠᯒᯈᯀᮍ

ᮧᯄ ᯒᯓᯔᯃᯈᯄᯃ ᮡᯀᯈ ᮰ᯈᮋ ᯂᯎᯍᯂᯄᯑᯍᯄᯃ ᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓ ᯖᯇᯀᯓ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯒᯓᯔᯃᯄᯍᯓ ᯌᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯄᯍᯂᯎᯔᯍᯓᯄᯑᯄᯃᮍ

ᮁᮠᯑᯄ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯒᯔᯑᯄᮞ ᮣᯈᯃ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯑᯄᯏᯎᯑᯓ ᯈᯓ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯎᯋᯈᯂᯄᮞᮁ

ᮁᮭᯎᯓ ᯄᯍᯓᯈᯑᯄᯋᯘ ᯒᯔᯑᯄᮋ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯋᯀᯂᯄ ᯅᯄᯋᯓᮍᮍᮍ ᯎᯅᯅᮍᮁ

ᮡᯀᯈ ᮰ᯈ ᯓᯈᯋᯓᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯇᯄᯀᯃᮍ

ᮁᮬᯘ ᯍᯄᯈᯆᯇᯁᯎᯑᯇᯎᯎᯃ ᯈᯒ ᯏᯑᯄᯓᯓᯘ ᯑᯄᯌᯎᯓᯄ—ᯀᯍ ᯎᯋᯃ ᯑᯄᯒᯈᯃᯄᯍᯓᯈᯀᯋ ᯀᯑᯄᯀ ᯖᯇᯄᯑᯄ ᯌᯎᯒᯓ ᯇᯎᯔᯒᯄᯇᯎᯋᯃᯒ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯀᯋᯑᯄᯀᯃᯘ ᯌᯎᯕᯄᯃ ᯎᯔᯓᮍ ᮠ ᯅᯄᯖ ᯃᯀᯘᯒ ᯀᯆᯎᮋ ᯖᯇᯄᯍ ᮨ ᯖᯄᯍᯓ ᯁᯀᯂᯊ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯁᯑᯄᯀᯊᮋ ᮨ ᯒᯄᯍᯒᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯑᯄᯋᯄᯀᯒᯄ ᯎᯅ ᮠᯔᯓᯇᯎᯑᯈᯓᯘ ᯋᯀᯓᯄ ᯀᯓ ᯍᯈᯆᯇᯓᮋ ᯀᯋᯎᯍᯆ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯀ ᯆᯀᯓᯇᯄᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯎᯅ ᯏᯄᯎᯏᯋᯄᮍᮁ

ᮁ᮸ᯎᯔ ᯒᯔᯒᯏᯄᯂᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᮡᯋᯎᯎᯃᯊᯈᯍ ᯀᯑᯄ ᯌᯀᯍᯈᯏᯔᯋᯀᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯔᯌᯀᯍᯒᮍᮁ

ᮁᮣᯎᯄᯒᯍ’ᯓ ᯈᯓ ᯒᯎᯔᯍᯃ ᯒᯔᯒᯏᯈᯂᯈᯎᯔᯒᮞ ᮠ ᯆᯑᯎᯔᯏ ᯎᯅ ᯏᯄᯎᯏᯋᯄ ᯆᯀᯓᯇᯄᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯍ ᯀ ᯇᯎᯔᯒᯄ ᯋᯀᯓᯄ ᯀᯓ ᯍᯈᯆᯇᯓᮋ ᯑᯄᯋᯄᯀᯒᯈᯍᯆ ᮠᯔᯓᯇᯎᯑᯈᯓᯘᮞ ᮭᯎᯑᯌᯀᯋᯋᯘᮋ ᮠᯔᯓᯇᯎᯑᯈᯓᯘ ᯔᯒᯄᯑᯒ ᯖᯎᯔᯋᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯃᯀᯑᯄ ᯃᯎ ᯓᯇᯀᯓᮍ ᮳ᯇᯀᯍᯊᯒ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯀᯁᯈᯋᯈᯓᯈᯄᯒᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯂᯀᯍ ᯄᯀᯒᯈᯋᯘ ᯂᯋᯈᯌᯁ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯎᯏ ᯎᯅ ᯌᯀᯍᯘ ᯈᯍᯃᯔᯒᯓᯑᯈᯄᯒ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯀᯌᯀᯒᯒ ᯖᯄᯀᯋᯓᯇᮍᮁ

ᮡᯀᯈ ᮰ᯈ ᯋᯀᯈᯃ ᯎᯔᯓ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯑᯄᯀᯒᯎᯍᯈᯍᯆ ᯌᯄᯓᯇᯎᯃᯈᯂᯀᯋᯋᯘᮍ

ᮁ᮲ᯎᮋ ᯈᯓ’ᯒ ᯌᯎᯒᯓ ᯋᯈᯊᯄᯋᯘ ᯓᯇᯄ ᮡᯋᯎᯎᯃᯊᯈᯍᮍ ᮯᯋᯔᯒᮋ ᯏᯄᯎᯏᯋᯄ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯁᯄᯄᯍ ᯃᯈᯒᯀᯏᯏᯄᯀᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯑᯎᯔᯍᯃ ᯌᯘ ᯀᯑᯄᯀ ᯋᯀᯓᯄᯋᯘᮍᮁ

ᮁᮣᯎᯄᯒ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯓᯑᯎᯔᯁᯋᯄ ᯘᯎᯔᮋ ᯎᯑ ᯇᯀᯒ ᯈᯓ ᯀᯅᯅᯄᯂᯓᯄᯃ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯃᯈᯑᯄᯂᯓᯋᯘᮞᮁ ᮠᯍ ᮷ᯈᯀᯎᯘᯈ’ᯒ ᯑᯄᯒᯏᯎᯍᯒᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯔᯍᯄᯗᯏᯄᯂᯓᯄᯃᯋᯘ ᯃᯄᯓᯀᯂᯇᯄᯃᮍ

ᮡᯀᯈ ᮰ᯈ ᯅᯑᯎᯙᯄᮍ ᮲ᯇᯄ ᯅᯎᯔᯍᯃ ᯈᯓ ᯒᯓᯑᯀᯍᯆᯄ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᮯᯑᯎᯅᯄᯒᯒᯎᯑ ᮠᯍ ᯖᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯀᯂᯓ ᯒᯎ ᯈᯍᯃᯈᯅᯅᯄᯑᯄᯍᯓᮍ ᮶ᯇᯄᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯈᯓ ᯀᯅᯅᯄᯂᯓᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯎᯑ ᯍᯎᯓᮋ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯒᯓᯈᯋᯋ ᯖᯎᯑᯓᯇ ᯑᯄᯏᯎᯑᯓᯈᯍᯆ—ᯀ ᮡᯋᯎᯎᯃᯊᯈᯍ ᯂᯔᯋᯓ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯎᯏᯄᯑᯀᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯍᯄᯀᯑᯁᯘᮍ

ᮧᯄᯒᯈᯓᯀᯍᯓᯋᯘᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯑᯄᯌᯈᯍᯃᯄᯃ ᯇᯈᯌᮍ

ᮁᮯᯑᯎᯅᯄᯒᯒᯎᯑᮋ ᯈᯓ’ᯒ ᯀ ᯂᯔᯋᯓ ᯈᯍᯕᯎᯋᯕᯈᯍᯆ ᮠᯔᯓᯇᯎᯑᯈᯓᯘ ᯔᯒᯄᯑᯒᮍᮁ

ᮁᮨ ᯊᯍᯎᯖᮋᮁ ᮠᯍ ᮷ᯈᯀᯎᯘᯈ ᯍᯎᯃᯃᯄᯃᮍ

ᮁ᮳ᯇᯄᯍ ᯖᯇᯘ—ᮁ

ᮁᮨᯅ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ’ᯒ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯀᯒᯄᮋ ᯖᯇᯘ ᯃᯈᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯑᯄᯏᯎᯑᯓ ᯈᯓ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯀᯔᯓᯇᯎᯑᯈᯓᯈᯄᯒ ᯈᯍᯒᯓᯄᯀᯃ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯄᯋᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯌᯄᮞᮁ

ᮠᯍ ᮷ᯈᯀᯎᯘᯈ ᯋᯄᯀᯍᯄᯃ ᯁᯀᯂᯊ ᯒᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᯋᯘ ᯈᯍ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯂᯇᯀᯈᯑᮋ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯓᯎᯍᯄ ᯂᯀᯋᯌᮍ

ᮁᮠᯒ ᯅᯀᯑ ᯀᯒ ᮨ ᯑᯄᯂᯀᯋᯋᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯔᯍᯈᯕᯄᯑᯒᯈᯓᯘ ᯀᯏᯏ ᯇᯀᯒ ᯀ ᯃᯄᯃᯈᯂᯀᯓᯄᯃ ᯂᯇᯀᯍᯍᯄᯋ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯑᯄᯏᯎᯑᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯔᯒᯏᯈᯂᯈᯎᯔᯒ ᯀᯂᯓᯈᯕᯈᯓᯘᮍ ᮶ᯇᯄᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯘᯎᯔ’ᯑᯄ ᯈᯍᯓᯑᯎᯕᯄᯑᯓᯄᯃ ᯎᯑ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯅᯈᯍᯃ ᯈᯓ ᯁᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑᯒᯎᯌᯄᮋ ᯀᯋᯋ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯍᯄᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯃᯎ ᯈᯒ ᯓᯘᯏᯄ ᯈᯓ ᯈᯍᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᮤᯍᯅᯎᯑᯂᯄᯌᯄᯍᯓ ᮡᯔᯑᯄᯀᯔ ᯖᯈᯋᯋ ᯒᯄᯍᯃ ᯒᯎᯌᯄᯎᯍᯄ ᯓᯎ ᯈᯍᯕᯄᯒᯓᯈᯆᯀᯓᯄᮍᮁ

ᮡᯀᯈ ᮰ᯈ ᯅᯄᯋᯋ ᯒᯈᯋᯄᯍᯓᮍ

ᮠᯍ ᮷ᯈᯀᯎᯘᯈ’ᯒ ᯆᯀᯙᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯂᯀᯒᯔᯀᯋᮋ ᯄᯀᯒᯈᯋᯘ ᯏᯈᯄᯑᯂᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯎᯔᯆᯇᯓᯒᮍ

᮶ᯈᯓᯇ ᯀ ᯒᯈᯆᯇᮋ ᮡᯀᯈ ᮰ᯈ ᯑᯄᯋᯄᯍᯓᯄᯃᮍ

ᮁ᮸ᯎᯔ’ᯑᯄ ᯌᯘ ᯏᯑᯎᯅᯄᯒᯒᯎᯑᮍ ᮠᯓ ᯒᯂᯇᯎᯎᯋᮋ ᯘᯎᯔ’ᯑᯄ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯀ ᯆᯔᯀᯑᯃᯈᯀᯍ—ᯖᯄᯋᯋᮋ ᯌᯎᯑᯄ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯀ ᯆᯄᯍᯓᯋᯄ ᯎᯋᯃᯄᯑ ᯁᯑᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑᮍ ᮨᯓ’ᯒ ᯎᯍᯋᯘ ᯍᯀᯓᯔᯑᯀᯋ ᯓᯎ ᯁᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯔᯏ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯃᯈᯑᯄᯂᯓᯋᯘᮍᮁ

ᮁ᮳ᯇᯀᯓᮋ ᮨ ᯃᯈᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯄᯗᯏᯄᯂᯓᮍᮁ ᮠᯍ ᮷ᯈᯀᯎᯘᯈ ᯏᯈᯂᯊᯄᯃ ᯔᯏ ᯀ ᯏᯈᯄᯂᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯅᯑᯈᯄᯃ ᯂᯇᯈᯂᯊᯄᯍ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯂᯇᯄᯖᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯎᯔᯆᯇᯓᯅᯔᯋᯋᯘᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄᯍᮋ ᯀᯒ ᯈᯅ ᯎᯅᯅᯇᯀᯍᯃᯄᯃᯋᯘᮋ ᯇᯄ ᯀᯃᯃᯄᯃᮍ

ᮁᮨ ᯓᯇᯎᯔᯆᯇᯓ ᯌᯀᯘᯁᯄ ᯀ ᯂᯋᯎᯒᯄ ᯅᯑᯈᯄᯍᯃ ᯎᯅ ᯘᯎᯔᯑᯒ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯈᯍᯕᯎᯋᯕᯄᯃᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯃᯈᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯖᯀᯍᯓ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯂᯀᯔᯆᯇᯓ ᯔᯏ ᯈᯍ ᯈᯓᮍ ᮲ᯄᯄᯌᯒ ᮨ ᯎᯕᯄᯑᯓᯇᯎᯔᯆᯇᯓ ᯈᯓᮍ ᮠᯅᯓᯄᯑ ᯖᯄ ᯅᯈᯍᯈᯒᯇ ᯄᯀᯓᯈᯍᯆᮋ ᮨ’ᯋᯋ ᯇᯄᯀᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᮤᯍᯅᯎᯑᯂᯄᯌᯄᯍᯓ ᮡᯔᯑᯄᯀᯔᮍ ᮳ᯇᯈᯒ ᯈᯒ ᯒᯓᯑᯀᯈᯆᯇᯓᯅᯎᯑᯖᯀᯑᯃᮍᮁ

ᮁ᮶ᯀᯈᯓᮀᮁ ᮡᯀᯈ ᮰ᯈ ᯈᯍᯒᯓᯈᯍᯂᯓᯈᯕᯄᯋᯘ ᯏᯑᯎᯓᯄᯒᯓᯄᯃᮍ

ᮠᯍ ᮷ᯈᯀᯎᯘᯈ ᯋᯈᯅᯓᯄᯃ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯇᯄᯀᯃᮋ ᯓᯎᯎᯊ ᯀ ᯒᯈᯏ ᯎᯅ ᯂᯎᯅᯅᯄᯄᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯖᯀᯓᯂᯇᯄᯃ ᯀᯒ ᮡᯀᯈ ᮰ᯈ ᯁᯔᯑᯈᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑᯒᯄᯋᯅ ᯈᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯅᯎᯎᯃᮍ

ᮁᮨ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯑᯈᯆᯇᯓᮍᮁ

ᮁᮍᮍᮍ᮸ᯄᯀᯇᮍᮁ ᮡᯀᯈ ᮰ᯈ ᯍᯎᯃᯃᯄᯃ ᯒᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᯋᯘᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯇᯄᯀᯃ ᯒᯈᯍᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯋᯎᯖᯄᯑᮍ

ᮁᮢᯇᯈᯋᯃᯇᯎᯎᯃ ᯅᯑᯈᯄᯍᯃᮞᮁ

ᮁᮠ ᯑᯄᯀᯋᯋᯘᮋ ᯑᯄᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯂᯋᯎᯒᯄ ᯎᯍᯄᮍ ᮦᯑᯄᯖ ᯔᯏ ᯓᯎᯆᯄᯓᯇᯄᯑᮋ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯒᯇᯀᯑᯄᯃ ᯂᯋᯎᯓᯇᯄᯒᮍᮁ

ᮩᯔᯒᯓ ᯀᯒ ᯇᯄ’ᯃ ᯒᯔᯒᯏᯄᯂᯓᯄᯃᮍ ᮠᯒ ᮥᯀᯑᯋᯎᯖ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯎᯍᯂᯄ ᯍᯎᯓᯄᯃᮋ ᮠᯍ ᮷ᯈᯀᯎᯘᯈ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯀ ᯇᯀᯁᯈᯓ ᯎᯅ ᯎᯁᯒᯄᯑᯕᯈᯍᯆ ᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑᯒᮍ ᮶ᯇᯄᯍ ᯇᯄ ᯀᯑᯑᯈᯕᯄᯃᮋ ᯇᯄ’ᯃ ᯍᯎᯓᯈᯂᯄᯃ ᮡᯀᯈ ᮰ᯈ’ᯒ ᯃᯈᯒᯓᯑᯀᯂᯓᯄᯃ ᯃᯄᯌᯄᯀᯍᯎᯑᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯅᯑᯄᯐᯔᯄᯍᯓᯋᯘ ᯂᯋᯎᯔᯃᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯆᯋᯎᯎᯌᮍ

ᮧᯄ ᯎᯍᯋᯘ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯅᯈᯕᯄ ᯒᯓᯔᯃᯄᯍᯓᯒᮍ ᮳ᯇᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯇᯄ ᯎᯅᯓᯄᯍ ᯂᯎᯌᯏᯋᯀᯈᯍᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯍᯎᯍᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄᯌ ᯋᯈᯕᯄᯃ ᯔᯏ ᯓᯎ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯄᯗᯏᯄᯂᯓᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍᯒᮋ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯑᯔᯓᯇᮋ ᯇᯄ ᯂᯀᯑᯄᯃ ᯃᯄᯄᯏᯋᯘᮍ

ᮭᯎ ᯌᯀᯓᯓᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯀᯘ ᯎᯑ ᯇᯎᯔᯑᮋ ᯖᯇᯄᯍᯄᯕᯄᯑ ᯇᯄ ᯒᯀᯖ ᯓᯇᯄᯌᮋ ᯇᯄ ᯏᯀᯈᯃ ᯄᯗᯓᯑᯀ ᯀᯓᯓᯄᯍᯓᯈᯎᯍᮍ

᮫ᯈᯊᯄ ᯍᯔᯑᯓᯔᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯘᯎᯔᯍᯆ ᯒᯀᯏᯋᯈᯍᯆᯒ—ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯓᯇᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯀᯆᯄ ᯆᯀᯏ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯎᯍᯋᯘ ᯀ ᯅᯄᯖ ᯘᯄᯀᯑᯒᮍ

ᮠᯍ ᮷ᯈᯀᯎᯘᯈ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯌᯄᯓᯈᯂᯔᯋᯎᯔᯒ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯄᯀᯑᯍᯄᯒᯓᮍ ᮭᯎᯖ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯇᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯀ ᯏᯑᯎᯅᯄᯒᯒᯎᯑᮋ ᯇᯄ ᯈᯍᯓᯄᯍᯃᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯄᯄ ᯈᯓ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯔᯆᯇᮍ

᮫ᯀᯂᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯄᯗᯏᯄᯑᯈᯄᯍᯂᯄᮞ ᮧᯄ’ᯃ ᯋᯄᯀᯑᯍᮍ ᮶ᯀᯍᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯎ ᯌᯀᯈᯍᯓᯀᯈᯍ ᯀ ᯃᯄᯓᯀᯂᯇᯄᯃᮋ ᯔᯍᯀᯏᯏᯑᯎᯀᯂᯇᯀᯁᯋᯄ ᯏᯄᯑᯒᯎᯍᯀᮞ ᮧᯄ’ᯃ ᯒᯔᯁᯓᯋᯘ ᯂᯀᯑᯄ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯒᯓᯔᯃᯄᯍᯓᯒ ᯈᯍ ᯔᯍᯍᯎᯓᯈᯂᯄᯃ ᯖᯀᯘᯒᮋ ᯊᯄᯄᯏᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯏᯑᯄᯒᯄᯍᯂᯄ ᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯐᯔᯈᯄᯓᮍ

᮲ᯎ ᯄᯕᯄᯑᯘ ᯃᯀᯘᮋ ᯇᯄ ᯑᯄᯀᯃᮋ ᯑᯄᯒᯄᯀᯑᯂᯇᯄᯃ ᯎᯍᯋᯈᯍᯄᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯒᯀᯓ ᯈᯍ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯋᯀᯁ ᯖᯀᯓᯂᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯃᯈᯒᯂᯈᯏᯋᯄᯒ ᯓᯇᯄᯎᯑᯈᯙᯄ ᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓ ᯇᯈᯃᯃᯄᯍ ᯏᯎᯒᯒᯈᯁᯈᯋᯈᯓᯈᯄᯒ ᯈᯍ ᮡᯋᯎᯎᯃᯊᯈᯍ ᯇᯈᯒᯓᯎᯑᯘᮍ

᮳ᯇᯈᯒ ᯖᯀᯒ ᮠᯍ ᮷ᯈᯀᯎᯘᯈ’ᯒ ᯑᯎᯔᯓᯈᯍᯄ ᯀᯓ ᮲ᯓᮍ ᮳ᯀᯍᯀᯍᯉᯎᯍᯀ ᮴ᯍᯈᯕᯄᯑᯒᯈᯓᯘᮋ ᯎᯔᯓᯒᯈᯃᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯄᯀᯂᯇᯈᯍᯆᮍ

ᮁ᮲ᯎᮋ ᮯᯑᯎᯅᯄᯒᯒᯎᯑᮋᮁ ᮡᯀᯈ ᮰ᯈ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯇᯄᯋᯏ ᯀᯒᯊᯈᯍᯆᮋ ᮁᯇᯎᯖ ᯃᯈᯃ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯊᯍᯎᯖᮞᮁ

᮲ᯄᯓᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯃᯎᯖᯍ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯏᯋᯀᯒᯓᯈᯂ ᯅᯎᯑᯊᮋ ᮠᯍ ᮷ᯈᯀᯎᯘᯈ ᯌᯄᯓ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯆᯀᯙᯄᮍ

ᮡᯀᯈ ᮰ᯈ ᯈᯍᯒᯓᯈᯍᯂᯓᯈᯕᯄᯋᯘ ᯓᯎᯔᯂᯇᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯋᯈᯏᯒᮋ ᯓᯇᯈᯍᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯎᯌᯄᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯒᯓᯔᯂᯊ ᯓᯇᯄᯑᯄᮍ

ᮁᮨ’ᯌ ᯋᯎᯎᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯓ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯄᯘᯄᯒᮍ ᮶ᯇᯘ ᯀᯑᯄ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯓᯎᯔᯂᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯌᯎᯔᯓᯇᮞᮁ ᮠᯍ ᮷ᯈᯀᯎᯘᯈ ᯃᯄᯀᯃᯏᯀᯍᯍᯄᯃᮍ

ᮡᯀᯈ ᮰ᯈ ᯑᯔᯁᯁᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯈᯍᯒᯓᯄᯀᯃᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯍ ᯁᯑᯈᯆᯇᯓᯄᯍᯄᯃᮍ ᮁᮮᯇᮀ ᮯᯑᯎᯅᯄᯒᯒᯎᯑᮋ ᯀᯑᯄ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯒᯀᯘᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄᯑᯄ’ᯒ ᯀ ᯋᯈᯎᯍ ᯇᯈᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯍ ᯌᯘ ᯄᯘᯄᯒᮞᮁ

ᮠᯍ ᮷ᯈᯀᯎᯘᯈ ᯒᯈᯆᯇᯄᯃᮍ ᮁᮨᯓ’ᯒ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯘᯎᯔ’ᯕᯄ ᯁᯄᯄᯍ ᯔᯍᯔᯒᯔᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯐᯔᯈᯄᯓ ᯓᯎᯃᯀᯘᮍ ᮸ᯎᯔ ᯊᯍᯎᯖ ᯖᯇᯀᯓ ᮣᯎᯑᯎᯓᯇᯘ ᯂᯀᯋᯋᯒ ᯘᯎᯔᮞ ‘᮫ᯈᯓᯓᯋᯄ ᮤᯍᯂᯇᯀᯍᯓᯑᯄᯒᯒᮍ’ ᮢᯎᯌᯁᯈᯍᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯇᯎᯖ ᯏᯑᯄᯎᯂᯂᯔᯏᯈᯄᯃ ᯘᯎᯔ’ᯕᯄ ᯒᯄᯄᯌᯄᯃᮋ ᯈᯓ ᯖᯀᯒᯍ’ᯓ ᯇᯀᯑᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯆᯔᯄᯒᯒ ᯓᯇᯄᯑᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯌᯎᯑᯄ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯈᯒᮍᮁ

ᮁᮥᯄᯄᯋᯒ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯘᯎᯔ’ᯕᯄ ᯒᯄᯄᯍ ᯑᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯌᯄᮋᮁ ᮡᯀᯈ ᮰ᯈ ᯌᯔᯓᯓᯄᯑᯄᯃᮍ

ᮁᮨ ᯂᯀᯍ ᯀᯋᯒᯎ ᯆᯔᯄᯒᯒ ᯖᯇᯀᯓ ᯘᯎᯔ’ᯑᯄ ᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓ ᯓᯎ ᯀᯒᯊ ᯍᯄᯗᯓ—ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᮨ ᯃᯄᯋᯀᯘ ᯑᯄᯏᯎᯑᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯈᯍᯒᯓᯄᯀᯃ ᯇᯄᯋᯏ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯈᯍᯕᯄᯒᯓᯈᯆᯀᯓᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯔᯋᯓᮍ ᮡᯄᯂᯀᯔᯒᯄ ᯘᯎᯔ’ᯑᯄ ᯂᯋᯈᯍᯆᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯇᯎᯏᯄ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯅᯑᯈᯄᯍᯃ ᯂᯀᯍ ᯒᯓᯈᯋᯋ ᯁᯄ ᯒᯀᯕᯄᯃᮍᮁ

ᮡᯀᯈ ᮰ᯈ’ᯒ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯖᯈᯃᯄᯍᯄᯃᮍ ᮁᮯᯑᯎᯅᯄᯒᯒᯎᯑᮋ ᯀᯑᯄ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯀ ᯌᯈᯍᯃᮌᯑᯄᯀᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯀᯏᯄᯖᯎᯑᯌᮞ ᮧᯎᯖ ᯃᯎ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯊᯍᯎᯖ ᯄᯕᯄᯑᯘᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆᮞᮁ

ᮁ᮳ᯀᯏᯄᯖᯎᯑᯌᮞᮁ

ᮠᯍ ᮷ᯈᯀᯎᯘᯈ ᯀᯂᯓᯔᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯂᯎᯍᯒᯈᯃᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯖᯇᯄᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯄᯑᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯀᯍ ᮠᯔᯓᯇᯎᯑᯈᯓᯘ ᯑᯄᯋᯀᯓᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯀᯏᯄᯖᯎᯑᯌᯒᮍ

ᮁᮤᯗᯀᯂᯓᯋᯘᮀ ᮸ᯎᯔ’ᯑᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯀᯏᯄᯖᯎᯑᯌᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯘᯎᯔ’ᯑᯄ ᯑᯈᯆᯇᯓ—ᯂᯎᯌᯏᯋᯄᯓᯄᯋᯘ ᯑᯈᯆᯇᯓᮍ ᮨ ᯃᯎᯍ’ᯓ ᯖᯀᯍᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᮤᯍᯅᯎᯑᯂᯄᯌᯄᯍᯓ ᮡᯔᯑᯄᯀᯔ ᯓᯎ ᯑᯀᯈᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯔᯋᯓ ᯁᯄᯂᯀᯔᯒᯄ ᯌᯘ ᯅᯑᯈᯄᯍᯃ ᯖᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯁᯄ ᯂᯀᯔᯆᯇᯓ ᯈᯍ ᯈᯓ ᯓᯎᯎᮍ ᮨ’ᯌ ᯒᯄᯋᯅᯈᯒᯇᮍ ᮨ ᯖᯀᯍᯓ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯀᯕᯄ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯅᯈᯑᯒᯓᮍ ᮨ ᯊᯍᯎᯖ ᯓᯇᯄ ᮡᯔᯑᯄᯀᯔ ᯖᯎᯔᯋᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯀᯋᯋᯎᯖ ᯓᯇᯀᯓᮋ ᯖᯇᯈᯂᯇ ᯈᯒ ᯖᯇᯘ ᮨ ᯂᯀᯌᯄ ᯓᯎ ᯘᯎᯔᮍᮁ

ᮁ᮶ᯇᯀᯓ’ᯒ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯅᯑᯈᯄᯍᯃ’ᯒ ᯂᯔᯑᯑᯄᯍᯓ ᯂᯎᯍᯃᯈᯓᯈᯎᯍᮞᮁ ᮠᯍ ᮷ᯈᯀᯎᯘᯈ ᯀᯒᯊᯄᯃᮍ

ᮁ᮲ᯇᯄ ᯃᯎᯄᯒᯍ’ᯓ ᯑᯄᯂᯎᯆᯍᯈᯙᯄ ᯌᯄᮍᮁ

ᮡᯀᯈ ᮰ᯈ ᯒᯀᯈᯃ ᯈᯓ ᯂᯀᯒᯔᯀᯋᯋᯘᮋ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯃᯑᯈᯅᯓᯄᯃ ᯓᯎᯖᯀᯑᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯈᯍᯃᯎᯖᮍ

ᮠᯍ ᮷ᯈᯀᯎᯘᯈ’ᯒ ᯇᯄᯀᯑᯓ ᯓᯖᯈᯍᯆᯄᯃ ᯒᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᯋᯘᮍ ᮲ᯇᯄ ᯃᯎᯄᯒᯍ’ᯓ ᯑᯄᯌᯄᯌᯁᯄᯑᮞ ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯂᯀᯋᯌ ᯓᯎᯍᯄ ᯑᯄᯌᯈᯍᯃᯄᯃ ᯇᯈᯌ ᯎᯅ ᮧᯄ ᮷ᯈᯀᯎᯗᯈᯍ ᯁᯀᯂᯊ ᯓᯇᯄᯍ—ᯋᯀᯂᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯐᯔᯈᯄᯓ ᯒᯎᯑᯑᯎᯖᮋ ᯃᯄᯒᯏᯄᯑᯀᯓᯄᯋᯘ ᯇᯈᯃᯃᯄᯍᮍ ᮲ᯎ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯈᯒ ᯇᯎᯖ ᯇᯔᯌᯀᯍ ᯅᯑᯈᯄᯍᯃᯒᯇᯈᯏ ᯖᯎᯑᯊᯒᮍ

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ᮠᯍᯃ ᯘᯄᯓᮋ ᯁᯄᯀᯔᯓᯈᯅᯔᯋᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯌᯎᯌᯄᯍᯓ ᮡᯀᯈ ᮰ᯈ ᯒᯀᯈᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯅᯑᯈᯄᯍᯃ ᯍᯎ ᯋᯎᯍᯆᯄᯑ ᯑᯄᯂᯎᯆᯍᯈᯙᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑᮋ ᮠᯍ ᮷ᯈᯀᯎᯘᯈ ᯀᯋᯑᯄᯀᯃᯘ ᯊᯍᯄᯖ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯔᯓᯂᯎᯌᯄᮍ ᮧᯄ’ᯃ ᯒᯄᯄᯍ ᯒᯈᯌᯈᯋᯀᯑ ᯂᯀᯒᯄᯒ ᯁᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄᮍ ᮴ᯍᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᮠᯔᯓᯇᯎᯑᯈᯓᯘ ᯔᯒᯄᯑᯒᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᮡᯋᯎᯎᯃᯊᯈᯍ ᯏᯎᯒᯒᯄᯒᯒᯄᯃ ᯌᯔᯋᯓᯈᯏᯋᯄ ᯀᯁᯈᯋᯈᯓᯈᯄᯒᮋ ᯍᯎᯓ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯎᯍᯄᮍ

ᮨᯍ ᯀ ᯖᯀᯘᮋ ᮠᯔᯓᯇᯎᯑᯈᯓᯘ ᯔᯒᯄᯑᯒ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᮡᯋᯎᯎᯃᯊᯈᯍ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯅᯋᯀᯖᯄᯃ ᯁᯋᯎᯎᯃᯋᯈᯍᯄᯒ—ᯔᯍᯀᯁᯋᯄ ᯓᯎ ᯃᯑᯈᯍᯊ ᯁᯋᯎᯎᯃᮋ ᯋᯀᯂᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯆᯑᯄᯀᯓᯄᯑ ᯏᯎᯖᯄᯑᮍ

ᮡᯔᯓ ᯄᯕᯄᯑᯘ ᮡᯋᯎᯎᯃᯊᯈᯍᮋ ᯖᯇᯄᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯏᯔᯑᯄᯁᯋᯎᯎᯃ ᯎᯑ ᯓᯇᯑᯀᯋᯋᮋ ᯏᯎᯒᯒᯄᯒᯒᯄᯃ ᯎᯍᯄ ᯈᯍᯍᯀᯓᯄ ᮠᯔᯓᯇᯎᯑᯈᯓᯘ—ᯔᯍᯒᯏᯎᯊᯄᯍᮋ ᯔᯍᯍᯀᯌᯄᯃᮍ

᮳ᯇᯎᯒᯄ ᯖᯇᯎ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯁᯈᯓᯓᯄᯍ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯃᯈᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯃᯈᯄ ᯖᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯒᯎᯎᯍ ᯃᯄᯂᯀᯘᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯑᯄᯀᯒᯎᯍ ᯒᯇᯀᯓᯓᯄᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯔᯍᯓᯈᯋ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯁᯄᯂᯀᯌᯄ ᯌᯈᯍᯃᯋᯄᯒᯒ ᮣᯄᯀᯃ ᮲ᯄᯑᯕᯀᯍᯓᯒᮋ ᯌᯎᯍᯒᯓᯄᯑᯒ ᯃᯑᯈᯕᯄᯍ ᯎᯍᯋᯘ ᯁᯘ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯈᯍᯒᯓᯈᯍᯂᯓ ᯓᯎ ᯂᯎᯍᯒᯔᯌᯄ ᯅᯋᯄᯒᯇᮍ

᮳ᯇᯀᯓ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯖᯇᯘ ᮡᯀᯈ ᮰ᯈ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯂᯎᯌᯄ ᯓᯎ ᯇᯈᯌᮍ ᮲ᯇᯄ ᯊᯍᯄᯖ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯈᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᮤᯍᯅᯎᯑᯂᯄᯌᯄᯍᯓ ᮡᯔᯑᯄᯀᯔ ᯈᯍᯓᯄᯑᯕᯄᯍᯄᯃᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯅᯑᯈᯄᯍᯃ ᯖᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯁᯄ ᯌᯀᯑᯊᯄᯃ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯃᯄᯀᯓᯇ—ᯍᯎ ᯃᯈᯅᯅᯄᯑᯄᯍᯓ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯀ ᮣᯄᯀᯃ ᮲ᯄᯑᯕᯀᯍᯓ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯄᯘᯄᯒᮍ

ᮁᮨ’ᯌ ᯒᯎᯑᯑᯘᮍ ᮳ᯇᯈᯒ ᯈᯒᯍ’ᯓ ᯒᯎᯌᯄᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᮨ ᯂᯀᯍ ᯃᯄᯂᯈᯃᯄᮋᮁ ᮠᯍ ᮷ᯈᯀᯎᯘᯈ ᯒᯀᯈᯃ ᯒᯎᯅᯓᯋᯘᮍ

ᮁᮨ ᯊᯍᯎᯖᮍ ᮨ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯖᯀᯍᯓᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯀᯋᯊ ᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓ ᯈᯓᮍ ᮣᯈᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯑᯄᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯄᯗᯏᯄᯂᯓ ᯀ ᯒᯎᯋᯔᯓᯈᯎᯍᮍᮁ ᮡᯀᯈ ᮰ᯈ ᯒᯇᯑᯔᯆᯆᯄᯃᮋ ᯓᯇᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯖᯇᯄᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯈᯓ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯎᯏᯓᯈᯌᯈᯒᯌ ᯎᯑ ᯑᯄᯒᯈᯆᯍᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯔᯍᯂᯋᯄᯀᯑᮍ ᮁᮨᯅ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯃᯎᯄᯒᯍ’ᯓ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯑᯄᯌᯄᯌᯁᯄᯑ ᯌᯄᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯑᯄ’ᯒ ᯍᯎ ᯒᯀᯕᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑᮍᮁ

ᮠᯍ ᮷ᯈᯀᯎᯘᯈ ᯇᯄᯒᯈᯓᯀᯓᯄᯃᮍ ᮁ᮶ᯈᯋᯋ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯁᯄ ᯒᯀᯃᮞᮁ

ᮁᮮᯅ ᯂᯎᯔᯑᯒᯄᮍ ᮲ᯇᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯌᯘ ᯁᯄᯒᯓ ᯅᯑᯈᯄᯍᯃᮍ ᮯᯑᯎᯅᯄᯒᯒᯎᯑᮋ ᯃᯈᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯀ ᯂᯇᯈᯋᯃᯇᯎᯎᯃ ᯅᯑᯈᯄᯍᯃ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯌᯀᯃᯄ ᯏᯈᯍᯊᯘ ᯏᯑᯎᯌᯈᯒᯄᯒ ᯖᯈᯓᯇᮞᮁ ᮡᯀᯈ ᮰ᯈ ᯒᯓᯎᯎᯃᮋ ᯇᯀᯕᯈᯍᯆ ᯅᯈᯍᯈᯒᯇᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯌᯄᯀᯋᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯆᯑᯀᯁᯁᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯂᯎᯅᯅᯄᯄᮍ

ᮁᮭᯎᮍᮁ ᮠᯍ ᮷ᯈᯀᯎᯘᯈ ᯓᯇᯎᯔᯆᯇᯓ ᯎᯅ ᯀ ᯕᯀᯆᯔᯄ ᯅᯈᯆᯔᯑᯄ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯏᯀᯒᯓᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄᯍ ᯇᯄ ᯑᯄᯂᯎᯍᯒᯈᯃᯄᯑᯄᯃᮍ ᮁᮣᯎᯄᯒ ᯅᯀᯌᯈᯋᯘ ᯂᯎᯔᯍᯓᮞᮁ

ᮨᯍ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯌᯄᯌᯎᯑᯈᯄᯒᮋ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯀᯔᯍᯓ ᯔᯒᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯏᯋᯀᯘ ᯀᯋᯎᯍᯆ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯒᯈᯋᯋᯘ ᯏᯈᯍᯊᯘ ᯏᯑᯎᯌᯈᯒᯄᯒ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯓᯎ ᯇᯔᯌᯎᯑ ᯇᯈᯌᮍ

ᮨᯓ ᯖᯀᯒᮍᮍᮍ ᯀ ᯕᯄᯑᯘ ᯁᯎᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯆᯀᯌᯄᮍ

ᮁ᮶ᯎᯖᮋ ᮯᯑᯎᯅᯄᯒᯒᯎᯑᮋ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯂᯇᯈᯋᯃᯇᯎᯎᯃ ᯒᯎᯔᯍᯃᯒ ᯂᯎᯌᯏᯋᯈᯂᯀᯓᯄᯃᮍ ᮠᯍᯘᯖᯀᯘᮋ ᯁᯘᯄᮀ ᮨ’ᯕᯄ ᯆᯎᯓ ᯂᯋᯔᯁ ᯀᯂᯓᯈᯕᯈᯓᯈᯄᯒ ᯋᯀᯓᯄᯑᮍ ᮨ’ᯌ ᯅᯔᯋᯋᮀᮁ

ᮡᯀᯈ ᮰ᯈ ᯇᯔᯑᯑᯈᯄᯃ ᯎᯔᯓ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯎᯎᯓᯇᮋ ᯋᯄᯀᯕᯈᯍᯆ ᮠᯍ ᮷ᯈᯀᯎᯘᯈ ᯃᯄᯄᯏ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯎᯔᯆᯇᯓᮍ

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The Vampire Professor

The train station bustled with ceaseless activity, alive with movement. In the spring of her twenty-third year, An Xiaoyi finally received the acceptance letter from that university. Agents, operatives, wielders of power… This was, in truth, a violent institution dedicated to opposing the vampires. He became a professor, teaching foundational knowledge of supernatural abilities and the history of vampires. Filled with anticipation and a deep sense of responsibility, he trained his students to bolster humanity’s strength against the bloodkin—all while searching for clues about his long-missing parents. The problem? He had another identity—she was, in fact, a vampire herself. Even worse, on her very first night in the dormitory, a mysterious vampire woman suddenly kissed her, claiming to be her lover. An Xiaoyi remained outwardly unfazed and struck a deal with the woman: in exchange for information about her parents, she would help the woman “conquer” her. After all, there was no way this woman knew her secret. But gradually, she began to suspect that the cunning, domineering woman was only acting… By the time she realized the truth, it was already too late—she had fallen deep into the trap.

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