“I,I……”
“I know this is not the right time……. Damn it! What’s wrong with my head?”
I swear I was only going to get a kiss. –
Being away for a few days seemed to have ignited a fire.
He had endured well enough, even while sleeping with him in his arms under one blanket. The ‘nightmares of day’ seemed to pour cold water on his boiling desire.
Leshak was prepared to persevere until Radan accepted his courtship, and until he could withstand it.
….Until just now.
Until now when there was something like this, when Radan groaned as he licked and scraped across his pale-colored nubs with his teeth.
That means he’s ready to.
……Damn it, I guess in my heart all that doesn’t matter right now. –
He made that a little excuse so that the love affair could be as spontaneous as it is now.
“Don’t put your knees up.”
Leshak pressed down on Radan’s lower body, which kept withdrawing.
“Relax, or it’ll be difficult.”
Radan didn’t seem to understand what he meant by relax. Leshak grabbed his thighs himself and changed his posture.
“Ah, uh…… M,My lord.”
His flowing clothes were caught up on his body.
Leshak clicked his tongue.
“I told you to relax.”
“Th,that…….”
Leshak pulled his pants down and hugged Radan’s waist in return. Without allowing a moment for Radan to be surprised, he continued to put their lips together.
“……. Mmm,”
Radan’s body moved about excitedly. Leshak couldn’t tell if it was resistance or excitement. His heated lips made a loud noise.
Radan was dressed in a shirt that was open in the front and barely draped over his arms.
“Good.”
The stimulation he desired was there.
Leshak pushed Radan, making him lay on the bed. Radan scrambled with his arms trying to cover himself.
“Don’t do that…”
Leshak quickly grabbed his hand and kissed the inside of his wrist.
“…It’s only encouraging me more.”
If what he was doing was already teasing him, it would be better to stop it now. Leshak had already crossed past a certain threshold. The two virtues of courtship and patience had been completely erased from his mind.
“M,my lord…….”
Leshak disregarded Radan’s imploring call.
Leshak grasped his ankles and lifted one of his legs as he chewed the back of his ankle.
“Ugh……..!”
Radan’s naked body jumped up. Leshak’s eyes were fixed on Radan’s face as he placed a sticky kiss on his mouth. He watched his expression, how much his blush spread, and how many times he blinked his eyes under the blindfold.
“Ha, uh…….”
Saliva pooled at the corner of Radan’s mouth as he exhaled. His lips, which Leshak always thought were too soft, were puffy enough to look promiscuous.
……Damn it! No, it was he himself who saw it as promiscuous. His head was full of all kinds of desires.
“Radan.”
Leshak released his legs and covered Radan with his body. He swallowed his red swollen lips over and over again, he reached over to the knot on his underwear.
“Radan.”
The harsh voice became low and mellow before asking for the last permission. Radan shook his head and buried his cheek in his shoulder. Leshak still didn’t know if it was resistance or surrender. But one thing was for certain, either way it was a fact that it was stimulating for him.
“Can I take it off?”
“l…….”
“Then I’ll take it off.”
Leshak pulled away from the lips he coveted and kissed the tip of his nose briefly. At the same time, the unknotted underwear slid across his skin.
Radan was now completely naked. Just at the moment, when Leshak had finally seen his naked body.
“Your Majesty, are you here, I’m outside right now……”
It was Abadd.
As he entered the barracks, he hurriedly closed his eyes and turned around.
Leshak groaned.
“What!?”
“Ah, that……,”
“Damn it! What are you doing not leaving?”
Abadd continued with his eyes tightly closed.
“This is an urgent report. If you are in disposed just keep listening!”
Black lines¹ appeared on Leshak’s face.
“What?”
“The tailor you called the other day has sent someone. He brought some clothes, so I asked the security guard to bring him in, but in the meantime, he seems to have disappeared. I don’t think he just went back because he wasn’t paid yet……”
“Damn.”
Leshak finally got up.
“You mean he was a spy?” L
“I’m hunting for him like a mouse now. However, we cannot know exactly what his purpose is, so you should be careful about your safety first. He wouldn’t be a real tailor.” A
“…….I should think so.” L
“Well, I don’t think it’s a bad thing. Anyway, didn’t he expose himself first? But, can I just open my eyes?” A
“Not yet. Shut up.” L
“That’s…… It’s a little frustrating.” A
“Radan needs to get dressed.” L
“….. I see. Well, then I’ll be more patient.” A
Leshak put on the underwear and pants back on that he had pulled down with a look of regret. Radan fumbled desperately over his body to close his shirt. Half of the knot was torn off so it was not possible to look neat no matter what he did.
“Such a waste!”
Leshak murmured.
Before Abadd or Radan asked what that meant, Leshak leaned over and kissed Radan’s lips. It was short but so intense.
“Wait a little bit. I will be back soon.”
“……”
Radan murmured something.
Leshak, who had planned to return as soon as he finished his work, did not wait to understand his answer.
“Let’s go.”
Abadd opened his eyes with a frown.
“Yes, my lord. We will take the lead.”
Leshak disappeared, leaving a strange heat that didn’t seem to cool at all. Alone in the barracks, Radan still caressed his hot heart for a while, immersed in thought.
Maybe now I can run away. Now people’s attention is focused elsewhere. –
“Sigh…….”
Radan let out a breath. If this heart cools a little. Then he will really run away.
Before, he wanted to take hold of him regardless of what happened. Before, he wanted to do whatever he told him to do. Before, he completely forgot that the curse in his eyes was supposed to be directed at Leshak.
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It was too much of a gamble.
He thought that the People of Mjab may have made a hasty decision. However, he had already entered the Leshak’s military camp and he had to complete his mission; he could not go back without knowing about Leshak’s fate.
The security at the entrance was very strict. They were determined to deny entry to anyone whose identity was uncertain.
He tried to dig up the current status of the Blue Snake and the Leshak Caliph using the clothing as an excuse, but he couldn’t discover anything.
Therefore he entered the military camp.
The most urgent thing was to ascertain whether the Leshak Caliph was really dead.
As if gag order had already fallen, no one spoke of the Crown Prince’s death. There were black flags hung everywhere, but it was not certain whether they were mourning for Count Custer or Crown Prince Leshak.
He needed someone to talk with.
The Man of Mjab quickly shook his head. There was only one coffin ordered by Leshak Caliph. Then it stands to reason that there was only one body.
Was the Blue Snake alive?
He didn’t know that either. But if the Blue Snake was caught alive, there was one reason. The purpose was to obtain information about who sent him, through him. Then he’d have to find the prison first.
Thinking like this, the man of Mjab disappeared as much as possible and hid as he went to the prison.
He was a fairly capable assassin. The number of people he’d assassinated for Kennemed was over ten.
The prison of the Leshak military base was underground. It was a hole dug underground where a wooden square cage was placed, imprisoning the prisoner.
The Man of Mjab found the entrance to the prison and went down into it on high alert.
There was only one person in prison, and it wasn’t the Blue Snake, it was the Guide of the Squadron.
“……. Wh, who……. Is it there?”
“…….”
The Man of Mjab placed his hand on his lips instead of answering. The guide, who had only one arm and one leg left beckoned desperately.
“Why are you here now, why?”
The last wick burned in the eyes of the guide, who had gone without any hope or despair.
The guide was convinced that the People of Mjab had come to rescue him. The guide did not know that a new guide had already been born, and that he had said that it was not worth checking whether he was alive or dead.
“Oh, come on, save me. Hurry!”
“……..”
The Man in Mjab looked at the guide without saying a word. The new guide was right. He is now of no use. An assassin who could not walk on his own did not deserve the name of Mjab.
“Did the Blue Snake succeed?”
Asked the Man of Mjab.
The guide shook his head.
“What do you mean by that? The Blue Snake failed, that’s why I’m stuck imprisoned here.”
“Then is the Leshak Caliph still alive?”
“Alive! I couldn’t kill him, so I’m here…… No, didn’t you come from Merv to pick me up?”
“…. ….”
The Man of Mjab shut his mouth.
Instead, his mind was spinning. It was clear that the Guide of the Squadron knew nothing. It was clear that the failure he was talking about was not yesterday’s failure, but something that had already happened a long time ago.
“Hmm.”
He looked at the squadron’s guide. It was already a body that could not be called a guide.
An assassin without arms and legs was of no use. The new guide’s judgment was correct. The Guide of the Squadron should go to Al Riksha’s arms like this.
“Hey, get me out of here. Hurry! Before the Yvedens come!”
“…….I will do that. Please wait.”
Having reached the conclusion, the Man of Mjab unlocked the bar and opened the thick lattice door.
“Oh, oh!”
The guide held out one remaining hand with all his might.
“Uh, come and get me…… !”
However!
Hey!
The Man of Mjab took out the knife he had hidden in his sleeve and cut off the guide’s throat.
“Euu…… Huh……. !”
The guide became a corpse by the hands of his same people.
It was unavoidable. If he had left the guide like this, he would never know when he would be unable to withstand the torture and betray the organization.
The Man in Mjab, who had taken a step back to avoid the splash of blood, calmly examined the corpse. He was wondering if there was any evidence that had anything to do with the organization.
“……. As expected.”
After a while, the Man of Mjab found a tattered piece of cloth. It was full of dark brown stains.
If you looked closely you could see that it is a letter, not a stain. It was the cipher text of the organization that the guide had written with the blood squeezed out through his wound. The content itself said that he wanted the organization to come and get him out because he was trapped, but it was important that the organization’s method was used.
The Man in Mjab took a piece of cloth and shoved it into his bosom.
-Swoosh.
And he disappeared from the prison.
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He couldn’t leave yet. He had to see with his own eyes.
The Man of Mjab went one step further into the Leshak camp. The boundaries became stricter. The body must have been found in the prison.
But he had already finished with his guise. Even the most savvy would not recognize him as the tailor’s messenger from Motilla.
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If he did not get too close, enough so that he and the Ibeden people could see each other’s faces, then he could buy some time for a while. Little by little, the Man of Mjab moved very carefully and found Prince Leshak’s barracks. Two guards were guarding the prince’s barracks.
From inside the barracks, the sentinels that covered the entrance could not be seen at all. There was no sign of condolences for Crown Prince Leshak.
The Man of Mjab went round and round the barracks with silent steps like a thief in the night. He stopped where he could keep from being seen, pulled out a knife and stabbed it in the tent. The knife that was sharp enough to cut even a single hair, sliced through the tent.
–Shhhhk!
The Man of Mjab pushed himself through the tear. Crown Prince Leshak’s barracks were not empty. There was someone sitting on a chair by the bed.
It was the Blue Snake blindfolded with a black cloth.
“W,who…..? Who’s there?”
“Shhhh!”
The Blue Snake had good hearing! He heard the assassin’s footsteps that no one else could hear.
“W,who?”
The Man of Mjab quickly ran over and covered the mouth of the Blue Snake, but it was already too late!
The guards heard Radan’s voice.
“What are you doing?”
They entered the barracks, The Man of Mjab closed the Blue Snake’s mouth and escaped through the gap he’d made.
“Mjab is gone!”
“There’s an intruder!”
Soon there was a commotion.
“He’s here! He infiltrated here!”
The guards also went through the tear in the tent and followed him.
There was no other way.
The Man of Mjab grabbed the Blue Snake and started running.
“Catch him!”
“It’s an intruder!”
The escape route was soon cut off.
The Ibeden army flocked from all directions. The Man of Mjab recognized Prince Leshak who was in front of him, running.
Damn it you’re not dead!
What were the circumstances of that night…….
Thousands of thoughts ran through his mind in that brief moment. In the midst of the rushing chaos one thing was clear, the Blue Snake was neither a prisoner nor a hostage.
He wasn’t tied up, and he wasn’t locked up. The guards were there to protect the Blue Snake, not incarcerate him! The identity of the Blue Snake was not revealed.
Whatever the circumstances that day, the Blue Snake was still considered to be a prostitute. It sounds like the Leshak Caliph, the Lord of chastity, was lying around in his barracks with a lover.
The Man of Mjab was sure that he’d found a way out of there. He pointed his sword at the nape of the Blue Snake and shouted.
“Don’t come closer! Otherwise, the lover of the Leshak Caliph will die!”
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“I,I……”
“I know this is not the right time……. Damn it! What’s wrong with my head?”
I swear I was only going to get a kiss. –
Being away for a few days seemed to have ignited a fire.
He had endured well enough, even while sleeping with him in his arms under one blanket. The ‘nightmares of day’ seemed to pour cold water on his boiling desire.
Leshak was prepared to persevere until Radan accepted his courtship, and until he could withstand it.
….Until just now.
Until now when there was something like this, when Radan groaned as he licked and scraped across his pale-colored nubs with his teeth.
That means he’s ready to.
……Damn it, I guess in my heart all that doesn’t matter right now. –
He made that a little excuse so that the love affair could be as spontaneous as it is now.
“Don’t put your knees up.”
Leshak pressed down on Radan’s lower body, which kept withdrawing.
“Relax, or it’ll be difficult.”
Radan didn’t seem to understand what he meant by relax. Leshak grabbed his thighs himself and changed his posture.
“Ah, uh…… M,My lord.”
His flowing clothes were caught up on his body.
Leshak clicked his tongue.
“I told you to relax.”
“Th,that…….”
Leshak pulled his pants down and hugged Radan’s waist in return. Without allowing a moment for Radan to be surprised, he continued to put their lips together.
“……. Mmm,”
Radan’s body moved about excitedly. Leshak couldn’t tell if it was resistance or excitement. His heated lips made a loud noise.
Radan was dressed in a shirt that was open in the front and barely draped over his arms.
“Good.”
The stimulation he desired was there.
Leshak pushed Radan, making him lay on the bed. Radan scrambled with his arms trying to cover himself.
“Don’t do that…”
Leshak quickly grabbed his hand and kissed the inside of his wrist.
“…It’s only encouraging me more.”
If what he was doing was already teasing him, it would be better to stop it now. Leshak had already crossed past a certain threshold. The two virtues of courtship and patience had been completely erased from his mind.
“M,my lord…….”
Leshak disregarded Radan’s imploring call.
Leshak grasped his ankles and lifted one of his legs as he chewed the back of his ankle.
“Ugh……..!”
Radan’s naked body jumped up. Leshak’s eyes were fixed on Radan’s face as he placed a sticky kiss on his mouth. He watched his expression, how much his blush spread, and how many times he blinked his eyes under the blindfold.
“Ha, uh…….”
Saliva pooled at the corner of Radan’s mouth as he exhaled. His lips, which Leshak always thought were too soft, were puffy enough to look promiscuous.
……Damn it! No, it was he himself who saw it as promiscuous. His head was full of all kinds of desires.
“Radan.”
Leshak released his legs and covered Radan with his body. He swallowed his red swollen lips over and over again, he reached over to the knot on his underwear.
“Radan.”
The harsh voice became low and mellow before asking for the last permission. Radan shook his head and buried his cheek in his shoulder. Leshak still didn’t know if it was resistance or surrender. But one thing was for certain, either way it was a fact that it was stimulating for him.
“Can I take it off?”
“l…….”
“Then I’ll take it off.”
Leshak pulled away from the lips he coveted and kissed the tip of his nose briefly. At the same time, the unknotted underwear slid across his skin.
Radan was now completely naked. Just at the moment, when Leshak had finally seen his naked body.
“Your Majesty, are you here, I’m outside right now……”
It was Abadd.
As he entered the barracks, he hurriedly closed his eyes and turned around.
Leshak groaned.
“What!?”
“Ah, that……,”
“Damn it! What are you doing not leaving?”
Abadd continued with his eyes tightly closed.
“This is an urgent report. If you are in disposed just keep listening!”
Black lines¹ appeared on Leshak’s face.
“What?”
“The tailor you called the other day has sent someone. He brought some clothes, so I asked the security guard to bring him in, but in the meantime, he seems to have disappeared. I don’t think he just went back because he wasn’t paid yet……”
“Damn.”
Leshak finally got up.
“You mean he was a spy?” L
“I’m hunting for him like a mouse now. However, we cannot know exactly what his purpose is, so you should be careful about your safety first. He wouldn’t be a real tailor.” A
“…….I should think so.” L
“Well, I don’t think it’s a bad thing. Anyway, didn’t he expose himself first? But, can I just open my eyes?” A
“Not yet. Shut up.” L
“That’s…… It’s a little frustrating.” A
“Radan needs to get dressed.” L
“….. I see. Well, then I’ll be more patient.” A
Leshak put on the underwear and pants back on that he had pulled down with a look of regret. Radan fumbled desperately over his body to close his shirt. Half of the knot was torn off so it was not possible to look neat no matter what he did.
“Such a waste!”
Leshak murmured.
Before Abadd or Radan asked what that meant, Leshak leaned over and kissed Radan’s lips. It was short but so intense.
“Wait a little bit. I will be back soon.”
“……”
Radan murmured something.
Leshak, who had planned to return as soon as he finished his work, did not wait to understand his answer.
“Let’s go.”
Abadd opened his eyes with a frown.
“Yes, my lord. We will take the lead.”
Leshak disappeared, leaving a strange heat that didn’t seem to cool at all. Alone in the barracks, Radan still caressed his hot heart for a while, immersed in thought.
Maybe now I can run away. Now people’s attention is focused elsewhere. –
“Sigh…….”
Radan let out a breath. If this heart cools a little. Then he will really run away.
Before, he wanted to take hold of him regardless of what happened. Before, he wanted to do whatever he told him to do. Before, he completely forgot that the curse in his eyes was supposed to be directed at Leshak.
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It was too much of a gamble.
He thought that the People of Mjab may have made a hasty decision. However, he had already entered the Leshak’s military camp and he had to complete his mission; he could not go back without knowing about Leshak’s fate.
The security at the entrance was very strict. They were determined to deny entry to anyone whose identity was uncertain.
He tried to dig up the current status of the Blue Snake and the Leshak Caliph using the clothing as an excuse, but he couldn’t discover anything.
Therefore he entered the military camp.
The most urgent thing was to ascertain whether the Leshak Caliph was really dead.
As if gag order had already fallen, no one spoke of the Crown Prince’s death. There were black flags hung everywhere, but it was not certain whether they were mourning for Count Custer or Crown Prince Leshak.
He needed someone to talk with.
The Man of Mjab quickly shook his head. There was only one coffin ordered by Leshak Caliph. Then it stands to reason that there was only one body.
Was the Blue Snake alive?
He didn’t know that either. But if the Blue Snake was caught alive, there was one reason. The purpose was to obtain information about who sent him, through him. Then he’d have to find the prison first.
Thinking like this, the man of Mjab disappeared as much as possible and hid as he went to the prison.
He was a fairly capable assassin. The number of people he’d assassinated for Kennemed was over ten.
The prison of the Leshak military base was underground. It was a hole dug underground where a wooden square cage was placed, imprisoning the prisoner.
The Man of Mjab found the entrance to the prison and went down into it on high alert.
There was only one person in prison, and it wasn’t the Blue Snake, it was the Guide of the Squadron.
“……. Wh, who……. Is it there?”
“…….”
The Man of Mjab placed his hand on his lips instead of answering. The guide, who had only one arm and one leg left beckoned desperately.
“Why are you here now, why?”
The last wick burned in the eyes of the guide, who had gone without any hope or despair.
The guide was convinced that the People of Mjab had come to rescue him. The guide did not know that a new guide had already been born, and that he had said that it was not worth checking whether he was alive or dead.
“Oh, come on, save me. Hurry!”
“……..”
The Man in Mjab looked at the guide without saying a word. The new guide was right. He is now of no use. An assassin who could not walk on his own did not deserve the name of Mjab.
“Did the Blue Snake succeed?”
Asked the Man of Mjab.
The guide shook his head.
“What do you mean by that? The Blue Snake failed, that’s why I’m stuck imprisoned here.”
“Then is the Leshak Caliph still alive?”
“Alive! I couldn’t kill him, so I’m here…… No, didn’t you come from Merv to pick me up?”
“…. ….”
The Man of Mjab shut his mouth.
Instead, his mind was spinning. It was clear that the Guide of the Squadron knew nothing. It was clear that the failure he was talking about was not yesterday’s failure, but something that had already happened a long time ago.
“Hmm.”
He looked at the squadron’s guide. It was already a body that could not be called a guide.
An assassin without arms and legs was of no use. The new guide’s judgment was correct. The Guide of the Squadron should go to Al Riksha’s arms like this.
“Hey, get me out of here. Hurry! Before the Yvedens come!”
“…….I will do that. Please wait.”
Having reached the conclusion, the Man of Mjab unlocked the bar and opened the thick lattice door.
“Oh, oh!”
The guide held out one remaining hand with all his might.
“Uh, come and get me…… !”
However!
Hey!
The Man of Mjab took out the knife he had hidden in his sleeve and cut off the guide’s throat.
“Euu…… Huh……. !”
The guide became a corpse by the hands of his same people.
It was unavoidable. If he had left the guide like this, he would never know when he would be unable to withstand the torture and betray the organization.
The Man in Mjab, who had taken a step back to avoid the splash of blood, calmly examined the corpse. He was wondering if there was any evidence that had anything to do with the organization.
“……. As expected.”
After a while, the Man of Mjab found a tattered piece of cloth. It was full of dark brown stains.
If you looked closely you could see that it is a letter, not a stain. It was the cipher text of the organization that the guide had written with the blood squeezed out through his wound. The content itself said that he wanted the organization to come and get him out because he was trapped, but it was important that the organization’s method was used.
The Man in Mjab took a piece of cloth and shoved it into his bosom.
-Swoosh.
And he disappeared from the prison.
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He couldn’t leave yet. He had to see with his own eyes.
The Man of Mjab went one step further into the Leshak camp. The boundaries became stricter. The body must have been found in the prison.
But he had already finished with his guise. Even the most savvy would not recognize him as the tailor’s messenger from Motilla.
They were always going to be wounded in a military camp. He wrapped one foot in a cloth and sprinkled it with red pigment. No one cared about the wounded who were moving slowly and laboriously on crutches. Foolishtranslationss.wordpress.com
If he did not get too close, enough so that he and the Ibeden people could see each other’s faces, then he could buy some time for a while. Little by little, the Man of Mjab moved very carefully and found Prince Leshak’s barracks. Two guards were guarding the prince’s barracks.
From inside the barracks, the sentinels that covered the entrance could not be seen at all. There was no sign of condolences for Crown Prince Leshak.
The Man of Mjab went round and round the barracks with silent steps like a thief in the night. He stopped where he could keep from being seen, pulled out a knife and stabbed it in the tent. The knife that was sharp enough to cut even a single hair, sliced through the tent.
–Shhhhk!
The Man of Mjab pushed himself through the tear. Crown Prince Leshak’s barracks were not empty. There was someone sitting on a chair by the bed.
It was the Blue Snake blindfolded with a black cloth.
“W,who…..? Who’s there?”
“Shhhh!”
The Blue Snake had good hearing! He heard the assassin’s footsteps that no one else could hear.
“W,who?”
The Man of Mjab quickly ran over and covered the mouth of the Blue Snake, but it was already too late!
The guards heard Radan’s voice.
“What are you doing?”
They entered the barracks, The Man of Mjab closed the Blue Snake’s mouth and escaped through the gap he’d made.
“Mjab is gone!”
“There’s an intruder!”
Soon there was a commotion.
“He’s here! He infiltrated here!”
The guards also went through the tear in the tent and followed him.
There was no other way.
The Man of Mjab grabbed the Blue Snake and started running.
“Catch him!”
“It’s an intruder!”
The escape route was soon cut off.
The Ibeden army flocked from all directions. The Man of Mjab recognized Prince Leshak who was in front of him, running.
Damn it you’re not dead!
What were the circumstances of that night…….
Thousands of thoughts ran through his mind in that brief moment. In the midst of the rushing chaos one thing was clear, the Blue Snake was neither a prisoner nor a hostage.
He wasn’t tied up, and he wasn’t locked up. The guards were there to protect the Blue Snake, not incarcerate him! The identity of the Blue Snake was not revealed.
Whatever the circumstances that day, the Blue Snake was still considered to be a prostitute. It sounds like the Leshak Caliph, the Lord of chastity, was lying around in his barracks with a lover.
The Man of Mjab was sure that he’d found a way out of there. He pointed his sword at the nape of the Blue Snake and shouted.
“Don’t come closer! Otherwise, the lover of the Leshak Caliph will die!”
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