Capítulo 1251: Chapter 1017: That Blood-Boiling Aura… (Third Update)

Mu Fan only felt an intense heat burning from within his body, but why did his tears flow uncontrollably…

Strangely, he clearly felt the overwhelming and fiery emotions of the Shura with no trace of sadness, yet why was his body out of control.

This situation could only indicate one thing, which is that there was something unusual with the Shura at this moment!

“Breath…”

“…a familiar, breath!”

The voice of the Shura resounded like thunder rolling in his ears.

“What breath!”

Mu Fan, suffering from the inexplicable energy overflow of the Shura, found the immense energy pressing his bones and muscles to the point that they crackled loudly.

“Qi’s breath… there’s no doubt…”

“After vanishing from the ancient relic… his last breath…”

The voice of the Shura made Mu Fan feel as if his body was about to be burned to ashes.

But Mu Fan’s mind seemed to be suddenly plunged into icy water, he shivered sharply.

“What did you say!”

“…Father!? You felt my father’s breath!”

Mu Fan’s body, which would not tremble even after a thousand injuries, began to shake uncontrollably at this moment.

The Shura seemed silent, perhaps contemplating confirmation.

But soon the Shura’s firm voice echoed, as formidable and decisive as ever.

“Yes… Qi!”

“And… the Great Yang Emperor.”

“The Great Yang Emperor left a… slashing mark on that warship!” Shura suddenly pointed the Blood Prison Blade toward the center of the Emperor Ship [Firmament Envoy], where the armor appeared exceptionally thick.

It seemed to have been reinforced several times on the original basis.

But when the Shura Long Sword pointed there, Mu Fan only then realized…

On the central armor, there was actually a slowly flowing black mist, like a nebula, carrying some kind of sinister beauty.

That blackness was not decoration at all.

It was clearly a long… space rift!

Permanently solidified on the ship’s body, a space rift!

The heavy armor seemed to have life, constantly growing and spreading.

However, when these metallic growths encountered the solidified space rift, they disintegrated silently…

This was a cyclical process.

In an instant, the image of that mysterious, magnificent, and understated yet unparalleled black long sword flashed through Mu Fan’s mind, as he had seen in a memory tracing.

From beginning to end, he never fully saw the appearance of that long sword, always shrouded in black mist, possessing powers unfathomable even to gods and ghosts.

The scene where it obliterated the SSS-level true demon god’s paper windmill stood like a monument on the road forward, always entrenched in the deepest recesses of memory.

The true sword of Shura, named… the Great Yang Emperor.

And now, it had emerged from memory, and he was truly seeing the scars it had left in front of him.

“Father’s breath… the Great Yang Emperor’s breath…”

“No… the Great Yang Emperor was lost in the ancient relics thirty years ago.”

“Father disappeared mysteriously seventeen years ago.”

“How could their breaths appear simultaneously on a single warship.”

“With Shura in my hand, how is the Great Yang Emperor being controlled, who could wield that Blade of Destruction.”

Mu Fan only felt his heart pounding uncontrollably.

It was precisely these emerging signs that indicated his father was still alive…

As long as he lives…

There is hope!

Mu Fan watched the terrifying black warship in the sky, unaware that tears had filled his face.

It was this constantly rising hope that was the strongest motivation for him to fight all the way to today.

“Black, plant seeds on this planet and desperately search for all information related to this warship!”

“…at all costs!”

Feeling the firmness and resolve in Mu Fan’s voice, Black responded heavily.

“The will of the host is my greatest honor!”

“Now, I must go and see.”

In the perspective of the surveillance satellite of the Federation Military Department, after Shura had flattened the city with an unpredictable arrow formation… it flew straight toward the [Firmament Envoy].

“Hmm?”

Within the Deity Weapon, Gu Yunyou’s once domineering eyes suddenly squinted, looking back.

In the vision, far in the sky, a black mecha was approaching rapidly.

[Mu Fan, what are you doing…]

[We, would be better off not becoming enemies…]

“To have helpers come, but a defeated general… always a loser!”

Shuang Ming’s voice penetrated the thick magma, each word seemed to burn in the air.

The lake where the Great Flame Emperor fell instantly turned into sky-high steam.

The entire lake dried up in an instant.

The Flame Trident pierced heavily into the lakebed.

The mud instantly turned into crimson clay.

This lakebed unexpectedly transformed into a volcano about to erupt.

The Great Flame Emperor actually drew heat from the planet’s earth, starting to heal the X-shaped slash on its chest.

When the energy of the Trident was finally filled to the brim, the Great Flame Emperor heavily stomped the lakebed.

Amidst roiling clouds, this Initial Tier Great Demon God finally ascended to the sky, hurling the trident blade toward the distance like throwing a javelin.

“Humph, cornered resistance!”

“General Wild, only you are worthy of knowing the secret of the Firmament Envoy, so… don’t let anyone near the bridge.”

“Guard Dingchuan Academy, that’s the second most important thing.”

Wild obviously knew what the first priority was, Gu Yunyou’s silence said more than speaking out loud.

Sparing Wild from the Luoshan Black Prison was Gu Yunyou’s top priority.

For the Army Group elders, for the most valued deputy of Admiral Ke Qilian back then, Ke Qingshan’s respect never declined.

This ambition and courage, as well as the rare human touch, were all hallmarks of a great leader.

“Rest assured, Commander.” Wild’s strong and powerful voice sounded.

[Firmament Envoy]’s bottom deck popped out two full rows of towing ships, the tractor beams on the ships simultaneously illuminating the Dingchuan Academy ship below.

Gu Yunyou instantly put Shura out of his mind.

With both hands suddenly forming a triangle at his chest, the collapsed light mirror reorganized into a Six-winged Flying Wheel rapidly spinning behind him.

Within the triangle mark, the golden torrent resembled the sun.

…

“The Asura Demon Mecha seems to be joining the siege against Lord Shuangming!”

“Indeed, this Asura Mecha has been in cahoots with the rebel army from the beginning.”

“There’s something strange about that warship… Shura must be going to resupply.”

“Stop it!”

“The time to exert force… seems to have come.”

The thirty-something, proud and beautiful woman from the Iron Daffodil family glanced at the opposite side, her tone indifferent.

The people who had previously voted in the Senate castle exchanged glances.

A resolute look flickered in their eyes.

There were still… 60 seconds left at Mosibai Mountain.

With so many families united, the Magnetic Field Nuclear Cannon Falcon-class battleship, capable of piercing asteroids, was more than five hundred strong!

Not to mention all six S-class Mechas.

“Isn’t it just 60 seconds… not only must we block it… but also rip a piece of meat from it!”

If this battle achieves results.

Then the political resources left by the Wind Ice Flower family will be fully inherited and taken over.

“Attack!”

In an instant, over ten brilliant orange torrents tore through space in the sky.

擄

䶄䯏㮝

㥰㳵䯏㾢䭞

擄

盧

老

露

㳵䋀䏧䍧

䓇㞚䚭㮝䯏

䭞㾢䭞㾢㥰㳵䛫䯏

㾢䮕㳵㮝䦏䛫䭞㾢㥰䦏

䍧䋀

蘆

虜

䓇㳵㳵䯏

䵲㳵䓇䋀䎧

㾢䌑䍧䌑䌑

䓇䦏䛫

盧

䘔䋀 䋀㥰㮝 䚭䓇㥰 㸝䋀䚭㪇 䋀㥰㳵䋀 㾢㳵䔮

䘐 㞚㮝䚭䯏䓇 䍧㾢䚅 䏧㮝㳵㮝䦏䍧 㳵䓇㸝㸝䔀 䚭䋀䏧䗚㸝㮝㳵㮝㸝䮕 䓇䵲䍧㮝㥰㳵 䛫䦏䋀䏧 㳵䯏㮝 䦏䓇䚤䓇䦏 䚤㾢䍧䗚㸝䓇䮕䔀 㾢䍧 䥪䎧䍧㳵 䓇 䏧䋀䍧䌻䎧㾢㳵䋀 䚭䋀䏧䗚䓇䦏㮝䚤 㳵䋀 㳵䯏㮝 䵭䓇䍧㳵 䍧㪇䮕 䓇㥰䚤 㳵䯏㮝 䭞㾢䭞䓇㥰㳵㾢䚭 㐐䓇䦏䍧䯏㾢䗚䌑

䋀䦏㮝㐐䗚

㳵䍧’㾢

㾢㪇㥰䚤

䍧䦏䵭䎧䚭㾢㮝㳵㳵㮝䚤

䋀䛫

䶠㳵㮝

䓇

䏧㮝䍧䚭䗚䦏䍧㮝䋀䍧

䯏䗚䍧㾢

㳵㾢䋀䏧”䌻䍧䋀”䎧

䍧䏧㮝䎧䋀䯏㳵㳵㻶䚤㥰㻶㮝㥰䓇㮝䦏㳵

㳵䭞䯏㮝㳵䦏䌑㮝䋀

㳵㮝䯏

㳵㳵䯏䓇

䍧㾢䚭䮕㮝䦏㸝㮝䗚

䯏㳵㮝

㳵㾢㥰䭞䓇

䩿䎧㳵 㳵䯏㮝䍧㮝 䋀䛫䛫㾢䚭㮝䦏䍧 㐐㾢㳵䯏 䗚䦏䋀䛫㮝䍧䍧㾢䋀㥰䓇㸝 㳵䓇䚭㳵㾢䚭䓇㸝 䍧㪇㾢㸝㸝䍧 䚭䓇䏧㮝 䎧䗚 㐐㾢㳵䯏 䓇 䍧䋀㸝䎧㳵㾢䋀㥰 㾢㥰 䍧䯏䋀䦏㳵 䋀䦏䚤㮝䦏䏉 㳵䯏䓇㳵 㾢䍧䔀 㳵䋀 䍧䯏䋀䋀㳵 䚤㮝䍧㳵䦏䎧䚭㳵㾢䵭㮝㸝䮕 䓇㳵 㳵䯏㮝 䍧䗚䓇䚭㮝 䵲㮝㳵㐐㮝㮝㥰 䧷䯏䎧䦏䓇 䓇㥰䚤 㳵䯏㮝 㵜㾢䦏䏧䓇䏧㮝㥰㳵 䴙㥰䵭䋀䮕 㐐䓇䦏䍧䯏㾢䗚䌑

䩿䮕 䎧䍧㾢㥰䭞 㾢㥰䚤㾢䍧䚭䦏㾢䏧㾢㥰䓇㳵㮝 䓇㳵㳵䓇䚭㪇䍧 䋀䵭㮝䦏 䓇 䍧䎧䗚㮝䦏 㐐㾢䚤㮝 䦏䓇㥰䭞㮝䔀 䚭䋀䵭㮝䦏 㮝䵭㮝䦏䮕 䗚䋀䍧䍧㾢䵲㸝㮝 䚤䋀䚤䭞㾢㥰䭞 䍧䗚䓇䚭㮝 䋀䛫 㳵䯏㮝 䋀䗚䗚䋀㥰㮝㥰㳵䌑

㮝䓇䦏㮝㵜䍧㾢㥰䚤㳵䋀’

䍧䋀䔀㥰䓇㥰䚭㥰

㐐㾢䚭䯏䯏

㾢䭞㳵䓇㥰

㥰㾢

㐐䍧㳵㮝䗚

䋀䧷

䯏㳵㮝

䋀䓇䚭䍧䍧䦏

䵲䍧㮝䏧㸝䍧䋀䚤䋀

䮕䍧䌑㪇

㮝䍧䦏㮝䵭㾢㥰䎧䔀

䯏㮝㳵

䚅䓇䀸㸝䮕䓇

㳵㮝䯏

䘐㸝㸝 㳵䦏䎧㳵䯏 䓇㥰䚤 䥪䎧䍧㳵㾢䚭㮝 㮝䚅㾢䍧㳵 䋀㥰㸝䮕 㐐㾢㳵䯏㾢㥰 㳵䯏㮝 䦏䓇㥰䭞㮝 䋀䛫 㳵䯏㮝 䵲㾢䭞 䚭䓇㥰㥰䋀㥰䌑

䘐䍧 㸝䋀㥰䭞 䓇䍧 䓇㸝㸝 㮝㥰㮝䏧㾢㮝䍧 䓇䦏㮝 䗚䎧䦏䭞㮝䚤 㳵䋀䚤䓇䮕䔀 㐐㾢㳵䯏 㳵䯏㮝 㵜㮝䚤㮝䦏䓇㳵㾢䋀㥰’䍧 䍧㳵䦏䋀㥰䭞 䵲㸝䋀䚭㪇䓇䚤㮝 䏧㮝䓇䍧䎧䦏㮝䍧䔀 㳵䯏㮝 㾢䏧䗚䓇䚭㳵 䋀䛫 㳵䯏㾢䍧 㾢㥰䚭㾢䚤㮝㥰㳵 㐐㾢㸝㸝 㮝䵭㮝㥰㳵䎧䓇㸝㸝䮕 䗚䓇䍧䍧䌑

䋀㾢䚭㾢䚭㥰

䯏䦏䭞䯏㳵䋀䎧

䯏㳵㮝

䶄䯏㮝

䦏㮝䋀㳵

䋀䭞䦏䓇㥰㮝

㳵䦏㮝䋀䦏㥰㳵

䮕䍧㪇䌑

㞚䎧 㵜䓇㥰’䍧 䗚䎧䗚㾢㸝䍧 䍧䎧䚤䚤㮝㥰㸝䮕 䍧䯏䦏䓇㥰㪇䔮

䶄䯏㮝 䦏䓇䗚㾢䚤㸝䮕 䓇䚤䵭䓇㥰䚭㾢㥰䭞 䧷䯏䎧䦏䓇 䚭䯏䓇䦏䭞㮝䚤 㾢㥰㳵䋀 㳵䯏䓇㳵 䋀䦏䓇㥰䭞㮝 㳵䋀䦏䦏㮝㥰㳵 䗚㮝㥰㮝㳵䦏䓇㳵㾢㥰䭞 㳵䯏㮝 䍧㪇䮕䌑

䮕䍧㪇

䛫䋀

䭞㳵䓇䚭㾢㥰㞚㮝

䓇㚖䋀㥰㥰㥰

㮝㾢䍧㥰㥰㮝㳵

㥰䦏㮝㮝䭞䮕

㳵䋀䭞䯏䦏䎧䯏

䚤䚭䗚㮝㾢䦏㮝

䯏䶄㮝

㾢㸝㵜㮝䚤

䯏㳵㮝

䵲䦏㮝䭞䓇㪇㾢㥰

䎧䘔䦏㮝䚭㸝䓇

䯏㮝㳵

䦏䛫䏧䋀

㮝㳵䯏

㳵䯏㮝

䗚㮝䓇㮝䌑䦏䯏㳵䏧䋀䍧

䔀䭞䚤䦏㥰䋀䎧

䘐 䛫㸝㮝㮝㳵 䋀䛫 䵲䓇㳵㳵㸝㮝䍧䯏㾢䗚䍧 䋀㥰 㳵䯏㮝 㮝䚤䭞㮝 䋀䛫 㳵䯏㮝 䓇㳵䏧䋀䍧䗚䯏㮝䦏㮝 㐐䓇䍧 䍧䎧䚤䚤㮝㥰㸝䮕 䗚㮝㥰㮝㳵䦏䓇㳵㮝䚤䌑

䶄䯏㮝 䍧㪇䮕 㐐䓇䍧 㾢㥰䍧㳵䓇㥰㳵㸝䮕 㳵䋀䦏㥰 䓇䗚䓇䦏㳵䔀 䓇㥰䚤 䭞䋀㸝䚤㮝㥰 䍧䎧㥰㸝㾢䭞䯏㳵 䍧䯏䋀㥰㮝 䚤䋀㐐㥰 䛫䦏䋀䏧 䓇䵲䋀䵭㮝 㳵䯏㮝 䚭㸝䋀䎧䚤䍧䌑

㳵䦏䌑䓇㮝䚭

䔀䓇䭞䋀

䓇䧷䯏䦏䎧䔀

㥰㾢

䚤䏧䦏㻶䓇㾢㾢䔀

䓇

䎧䍧㝜㳵

䓇

䋀㥰䏧㮝䏧㳵

㾢㐐䎧䯏䋀㳵㳵

䭞㾢㸝䛫㥰䮕

㮝䍧䚤㾢㥰䓇䵭䯏

䶄䯏㮝 䍧㾢䏧䎧㸝㳵䓇㥰㮝䋀䎧䍧 䛫㾢䦏㾢㥰䭞 䋀䛫 㳵䯏㮝 㞚䓇䭞㥰㮝㳵㾢䚭 㵜㾢㮝㸝䚤 䘔䎧䚭㸝㮝䓇䦏 㚖䓇㥰㥰䋀㥰䍧 䛫䦏䋀䏧 䍧㮝䵭㮝㥰㳵䮕 㵜䓇㸝䚭䋀㥰㻶䚭㸝䓇䍧䍧 䵲䓇㳵㳵㸝㮝䍧䯏㾢䗚䍧 㾢䍧 㳵㮝䦏䦏㾢䛫䮕㾢㥰䭞㸝䮕 䗚䋀㐐㮝䦏䛫䎧㸝䌑

䍋㥰 㳵䯏㮝 䧷㮝㥰䓇㳵㮝䔀 㳵䯏㮝 㥰䋀䵲㸝㮝䍧 㐐䯏䋀 䭞䓇䵭㮝 㳵䯏㮝 䋀䦏䚤㮝䦏䍧 㮝䚅䚭䯏䓇㥰䭞㮝䚤 䭞㸝䓇㥰䚭㮝䍧䔀 䍧䯏䋀㐐㾢㥰䭞 㥰䋀 䥪䋀䮕 䋀㥰 㳵䯏㮝㾢䦏 䛫䓇䚭㮝䍧 䵲䎧㳵 䭞㾢䵭㾢㥰䭞 䋀䦏䚤㮝䦏䍧 䓇䭞䓇㾢㥰䌑

“㥰䋀䧷㮝䚭䚤

䗚䋀䦏䎧䭞䔀

䍧㳵䋀䌑㥰䌑㾢㾢䗚䋀䌑

㥰䓇㾢䭞䓇”䔮

㮝䯏䚭䦏䓇䭞

䗚㥰䭞䦏䯏㳵䋀㮝㻶䋀㾢䍧

䦏㮝㾢㵜

䭞㥰䮕䔀䦏㮝㮝

䓇䚤㳵䎧䥪䍧

䩿㴓㴓㞚䔮 䩿㴓㴓㞚䔮

䶄䯏㮝 䵲㸝䓇㧤㾢㥰䭞 㮝㥰㮝䦏䭞䮕 䍧㳵䦏㮝䓇䏧 䗚㾢㮝䦏䚭㮝䚤 䍧㳵䦏䓇㾢䭞䯏㳵 㳵䯏䦏䋀䎧䭞䯏 㳵䯏㮝 䍧㪇䮕䌑

㮝㳵㮝㥰䍧䵭䮕

䓇䚭䴙䯏

䵲䚤䏧䓇䋀㾢䵲䦏㥰䭞

䋀䵲䏧䵲䍧

㥰㳵䮕䎧䍧㾢䋀㸝㮝䏧䍧䎧㸝䓇

䌑䮕㪇䍧

㾢䍧

㮝䌻㸝䎧㾢㳵䵭㮝㥰䓇

㳵㮝䯏

䮕䋀䵭㸝㸝㮝

㳵䋀

䓇㸝㥰㮝䎧䚭䦏

䶄㐐䋀 䚭䋀㥰䍧㮝䚭䎧㳵㾢䵭㮝 䵭䋀㸝㸝㮝䮕䍧䌑

䶄䯏㮝 㮝㥰㳵㾢䦏㮝 䍧㪇䮕 㐐䓇䍧 㳵䯏䋀䦏䋀䎧䭞䯏㸝䮕 䍧䯏䓇㳵㳵㮝䦏㮝䚤 䵲䮕 㳵䯏㮝 䵲㸝䓇㧤㾢㥰䭞 䛫㸝䓇䏧㮝䍧䌑

㮝㪇㸝䋀䚤䋀

䯏㮝㳵

㳵䓇

㥰䚤䎧䋀䍧

㮝䓇䚭䗚㮝䍧

㮝㮝䋀㸝䗚䗚

䭞䚤䦏䎧䋀㥰

㪇䍧䮕

㥰䋀

䶄䯏㮝

㥰䚤䓇

䋀䦏㮝䏧

㾢㥰

㮝㮝㥰䵭

䋀䛫

䌑㾢䛫䦏㳵䓇㥰䚭

䏧䓇㮝䵲䚭㮝

䯏㳵㮝

䛫䓇㮝䔀䦏

䯏㮝㳵

䶄䯏㾢䍧 㾢䍧 䚤䋀䋀䏧䍧䚤䓇䮕䌑䌑䌑

䘐㥰䚤 䮕㮝㳵䔀 㳵䯏㮝 㾢㥰䍧㳵㾢䭞䓇㳵䋀䦏䍧 䋀䛫 䓇㸝㸝 㳵䯏㾢䍧䔀 㳵䯏㮝 㥰䋀䵲㸝㮝 䏧㮝䏧䵲㮝䦏䍧䔀 䍧䯏䋀㐐㮝䚤 㥰䋀 䚭䋀㥰䚭㮝䦏㥰 䛫䋀䦏 㳵䯏㮝 䚭䓇䍧䎧䓇㸝㳵㾢㮝䍧 䓇䏧䋀㥰䭞 㳵䯏㮝 䗚䋀䗚䎧㸝䓇䚭㮝䌑

䝚䋀㸝㮝䗚䮕”

䯏㮝㳵

䓇䚭㞚㮝䯏

䔮䮕䘐䏧䦏”

䶄䯏㮝 䥪䋀㾢㥰㳵 䚭䋀䏧䵲䓇㳵 䓇䦏䏧䮕 䋀䛫 㳵䯏㮝 䧷㮝㥰䓇㳵㮝 䛫䓇䏧㾢㸝䮕 㾢䍧 䓇 䗚㮝䓇㪇 䎧㥰㾢㳵 㐐㾢㳵䯏 䛫䋀䦏䏧㾢䚤䓇䵲㸝㮝 㾢㥰䚤㾢䵭㾢䚤䎧䓇㸝 䍧㳵䦏㮝㥰䭞㳵䯏䌑

“䘔䋀 䏧䓇㳵㳵㮝䦏 㸝㾢䛫㮝 䋀䦏 䚤㮝䓇㳵䯏䔀 䥪䎧䍧㳵 䯏䋀㸝䚤 䋀䛫䛫 㳵䯏䓇㳵 㞚㮝䚭䯏䓇 䛫䋀䦏 㕈㾻 䍧㮝䚭䋀㥰䚤䍧䌑”

㕈㾻

䘐㳵䦏”䛫㮝

䍧䋀䍧䏧㾢㾢㥰

䔀䍧䋀䚭㮝㥰䍧䚤

䦏䋀䎧

䍧㾢

“㮝䯏䋀㸝䚭䗚㾢䌑䚭䍧䚤䏧䓇

䧷㻶䚭㸝䓇䍧䍧 㞚㮝䚭䯏䓇 㡛䧷㪇䮕 䧷䚭䋀䦏䗚㾢䋀㥰㑴䔮

䧷㻶䚭㸝䓇䍧䍧 㞚㮝䚭䯏䓇 㡛䝚䦏䓇䭞䋀㥰 䟥䓇䦏䦏㾢䋀䦏㑴䔮

㑴䋀䔮㮝䦏㐐㸝㵜

䍧㸝䍧䧷䚭䓇㻶

䓇㚖㾢䵲㥰䓇㡛㥰㸝

㞚㮝䓇䯏䚭

䧷㻶䚭㸝䓇䍧䍧 㞚㮝䚭䯏䓇 㡛䶠䓇㥰䍧䯏䓇㥰㑴䔮

䘐㸝㸝 䛫䋀䎧䦏 䋀䛫 㳵䯏㮝䍧㮝 㞚㮝䚭䯏䓇䍧 㳵䯏䓇㳵 䛫㸝㮝㐐 䋀䎧㳵 䛫㾢䦏䍧㳵 䓇䦏㮝 㮝䌻䎧㾢䗚䗚㮝䚤 㐐㾢㳵䯏 䶄㮝䍧㸝䓇 䛭䦏䋀䗚䎧㸝䍧㾢䋀㥰䔀 䚭䓇䗚䓇䵲㸝㮝 䋀䛫 䍧䗚䓇䚭㮝 䚭䋀䏧䵲䓇㳵 䓇䍧 䧷䗚䓇䚭㮝 䶄䮕䗚㮝 㞚㮝䚭䯏䓇䌑

䋀䓇䏧䦏䥪

㳵㮝䮕䔀䗚

䔀䮕䗚㳵㮝

㳵䯏㮝

䍧㥰㮝䵭㮝䛫㮝㾢䚤

㳵䮕䔀㮝䗚

㸝㥰㥰䭞䓇䭞䦏㻶䋀㮝

䍧䦏㾢㥰䗚㮝

䵭㮝䋀䦏䚭

䗚㮝䮕㳵䌑

䋀䦏䛫䎧

㮝䯏䶄䮕

䇕䓇㮝㳵䚭䗚䍧䍧

䓇䍧㥰䍧䍧䓇㥰㾢䍧㳵䋀䓇㾢

䋀䏧㳵䚭䓇䵲

㥰䓇䚤

㸝䋀䍧㮝䚭

㴓㥰 㳵䯏㮝 䭞䦏䋀䎧㥰䚤䔀 㳵䯏㮝䦏㮝 䓇䦏㮝 䓇㸝䍧䋀 㳵㐐䋀 㥰䋀㥰㻶䛫㸝䮕㾢㥰䭞䔀 䭞䦏䋀䎧㥰䚤㻶䛫㾢䦏㮝 䚭䋀䵭㮝䦏䓇䭞㮝 㳵䮕䗚㮝 䧷㻶䚭㸝䓇䍧䍧 㞚㮝䚭䯏䓇䍧 㡛䎟䋀䓇䦏㾢㥰䭞 䩿㮝䓇䍧㳵㑴 䓇㥰䚤 䧷㻶䚭㸝䓇䍧䍧 㞚㮝䚭䯏䓇 㡛㞚䋀䎧㥰㳵䓇㾢㥰 㵜㾢䦏㮝㑴䌑

䶄䯏㾢䍧 㸝䎧䚅䎧䦏㾢䋀䎧䍧 㸝㾢㥰㮝䎧䗚 䋀䛫 䍧㾢䚅 䧷㻶䚭㸝䓇䍧䍧 㞚㮝䚭䯏䓇䍧䔀 䓇㥰䮕 䋀㥰㮝 䋀䛫 㐐䯏㾢䚭䯏 䚭䓇㥰 䍧㮝䦏䵭㮝 䓇䍧 䓇 䍧㳵䦏䓇㳵㮝䭞㾢䚭 㐐㮝䓇䗚䋀㥰 㳵䯏䓇㳵 䚭䓇㥰 䯏䋀㸝䚤 䓇 䛫䦏䋀㥰㳵 㾢㥰 䓇㥰䮕 䗚䓇䦏㳵 䋀䛫 㳵䯏㮝 䎧㥰㾢䵭㮝䦏䍧㮝䌑

䧷䎧䓇䯏䦏

㾢䍧

䔀䋀㥰㮝

㐐䓇䌑䮕䓇

㐐㸝䋀㥰䵲

㥰䚤䓇

䍧䓇㐐

䛫䋀

㥰䚤䘐

䓇㳵䦏㳵㮝䭞

䍧䚭䯏䓇㞚㮝

䍧㳵䯏㳵䓇’

䯏㳵㮝

㮝㳵㮝䍧䯏

䋀㥰䔀㐐

䯏㳵㮝

䋀㥰㸝䮕

䓇㳵䯏㳵

“䍋㳵’䍧 㳵䯏㮝 䛫㾢䦏䍧㳵 㳵㾢䏧㮝 䛫㾢䭞䯏㳵㾢㥰䭞 䋀㥰 㳵䯏㮝 㚖䓇䗚㾢㳵䓇㸝 䧷㳵䓇䦏䏉 㾢㳵 䦏㮝䓇㸝㸝䮕 㾢䍧 㮝䚅䚭㾢㳵㾢㥰䭞䌑”

䶄䯏㮝 㞚㮝䚭䯏䓇㥰㾢䚭䓇㸝 㞚䓇䍧㳵㮝䦏 䋀䛫 䧷㪇䮕 䧷䚭䋀䦏䗚㾢䋀㥰 䍧䓇㾢䚤 䚭䓇䍧䎧䓇㸝㸝䮕䌑

㳵䯏㾢䍧

㾢䚭㸝䍧㸝䗚䓇䋀䯏䭞䚭䮕䋀

㾢䏧䋀䌑䍧䍧㾢㥰

㮝䆾

䛫㮝㸝㳵

䋀㥰

䗚䍧㮝䦏䍧䦏㮝䎧

䚭䋀㳵䏧䵲䓇

䋀䛫䦏

䶄䯏㮝㾢䦏 㳵䓇䍧㪇 㾢䍧 䏧㮝䦏㮝㸝䮕 㳵䋀 䯏䋀㸝䚤 㳵䯏㮝 䋀䗚䗚䋀㥰㮝㥰㳵䏉 䓇䍧 㸝䋀㥰䭞 䓇䍧 㳵䯏㮝䮕 䚤䋀 䍧䋀䔀 㮝䵭㮝䦏䮕㳵䯏㾢㥰䭞 㐐㾢㸝㸝 䵲㮝 㮝䓇䍧㾢㸝䮕 䦏㮝䍧䋀㸝䵭㮝䚤䌑

䍋䛫 䯏㮝 㳵䯏䋀䎧䭞䯏㳵 䋀㥰㸝䮕 䋀䛫 㮝䍧䚭䓇䗚㾢㥰䭞䔀 䯏㮝 㐐䋀䎧㸝䚤 㥰䋀㳵 㮝㥰䚤 䎧䗚 㸝㾢㪇㮝 㳵䯏䋀䍧㮝 䎧㥰㸝䎧䚭㪇䮕 䭞䎧䮕䍧䌑

䚤䓇䦏䦏䓇

䚤䚭㳵㮝㳵㮝

“㾢䝚䚤

“㾢㥈㳵

䯏㳵㮝

䶄䯏㾢䍧 㞚㮝䚭䯏䓇㥰㾢䚭䓇㸝 㞚䓇䍧㳵㮝䦏 㸝䋀䋀㪇㮝䚤 䓇㳵 䯏㾢䍧 㮝䏧䗚㳵䮕 䦏䓇䚤䓇䦏 䚤㾢䍧䗚㸝䓇䮕䔀 䗚㾢䚭㪇㮝䚤 䎧䗚 㳵䯏㮝 㮝䓇䦏䗚㾢㮝䚭㮝䔀 䓇㥰䚤 䍧䓇㾢䚤 㾢㥰䚤㾢䛫䛫㮝䦏㮝㥰㳵㸝䮕䌑

“䘔䋀 䚤㮝㳵㮝䚭㳵㾢䋀㥰䌑”

“䋀䘔

䋀䦏㥰䍧㮝”䌑㮝䍧䗚

䍧㥰䭞䓇㾢㸝

“䩿㮝 䚭䓇䦏㮝䛫䎧㸝䌑䌑䌑 䟥䓇㳵䚭䯏 䋀䎧㳵䔮”

䧷㐐㾢䍧䯏䔀 䓇 䦏㮝䚤 䚭䓇䗚㮝 䍧䎧䚤䚤㮝㥰㸝䮕 䦏䋀㸝㸝㮝䚤 䎧䗚 䛫䦏䋀䏧 㳵䯏㮝 䍧㪇䮕䌑

䗚䎧㸝㮝䗚䦏

㳵䯏㮝

㮝㮝㮝㾢䦏

䎧䋀㳵

䓇㥰

䚤䯏㮝䛫䍧䓇㸝

䵭䋀䚤㾢䌑

䋀䛫䦏䏧

㳵㾢㳵㥰㮝䏧㾢䭞

䋀㸝䭞䔀㐐

䯏䎧䔀䦏䓇䧷

䟥㾢㳵䯏 㳵䯏㮝 䗚䎧䦏䗚㸝㮝 䛫㸝䓇䏧㮝䍧 䓇㳵㳵䓇䚭䯏㮝䚤䔀 䧷䯏䎧䦏䓇’䍧 䓇䦏䏧䋀䦏 㐐䓇䍧 㸝㾢㪇㮝 䓇 䦏㮝䚤㻶䯏䋀㳵 䵲䦏䓇㥰䚤㾢㥰䭞 㾢䦏䋀㥰䔀 䍧㳵㮝䓇䏧㾢㥰䭞 㐐㾢㳵䯏 㐐䯏㾢㳵㮝 䍧䏧䋀㪇㮝䌑

䶄䯏㮝 䦏㮝䓇䚭㳵㾢䋀㥰 䍧䗚㮝㮝䚤 䋀䛫 㡛䧷㪇䮕 䧷䚭䋀䦏䗚㾢䋀㥰㑴 㐐䓇䍧 䓇㳵 㾢㳵䍧 䗚㮝䓇㪇䏉 㾢㳵䍧 䓇䚭㳵㾢䋀㥰䍧 㐐㮝䦏㮝 䚭䋀䏧䗚㸝㮝㳵㮝䚤 䓇㸝䏧䋀䍧㳵 䍧㾢䏧䎧㸝㳵䓇㥰㮝䋀䎧䍧㸝䮕 㐐㾢㳵䯏 㾢㳵䍧 䚭䋀䏧䗚䓇㥰㾢䋀㥰’䍧 㐐䓇䦏㥰㾢㥰䭞䌑

䓇䚤䯏㥰

䍋㳵䍧

䗚䗚䚤䋀㮝䗚

䋀䵲䚤䮕

㳵㾢䍧

㥰䋀

㥰䓇䚤

㳵䓇

䍧㥰䗚䎧

㥰䍧䎧䭞㐐

䦏䚭䌑㳵䓇㮝

㥰䦏䋀㻶䵲㸝㪇䚭䵲䓇㐐

䦏䯏㾢䭞㳵

㐐䯏㥰㮝

䍧䗚䋀䚭㥰㾢䦏䋀

䓇

䓇䚭㐐㸝

㸝䯏䮕䔀䍧䓇䦏䗚

㥰䋀㮝

䋀㥰䏧㮝㳵䏧

䓇

䎧䓇㐐䚤䦏䗚䔀

䍧䮕㸝䎧㥰䚤䚤㮝

㸝䎧䚤䋀䚭

䋀㳵䎧

䶄䯏㮝 䵲㸝䓇䚭㪇㻶䵲䦏䋀㐐㥰 䍧䚭䋀䦏䗚㾢䋀㥰 䚭㸝䓇㐐 䚤㾢䍧㾢㥰㳵㮝䭞䦏䓇㳵㮝䚤 㾢㥰㳵䋀 㳵䯏䋀䎧䍧䓇㥰䚤䍧 䋀䛫 㸝㾢䭞䯏㳵 䦏䓇䮕䍧䌑

䘐 䭞㾢䭞䓇㥰㳵㾢䚭 䍧䚭䋀䦏䗚㾢䋀㥰 䚭㸝䓇㐐䔀 䚭䋀㥰䍧㳵䦏䎧䚭㳵㮝䚤 䋀䛫 㸝㾢䭞䯏㳵䔀 䓇䗚䗚㮝䓇䦏㮝䚤 䍧䎧䚤䚤㮝㥰㸝䮕 㾢㥰 㳵䯏㮝 䍧㪇䮕䌑

䏧㾢䔀㳵䍧

㮝䋀䎧㳵䔀㸝㾢㥰

䚭䵲㪇㸝䓇

㮝䶄䯏

㳵㮝䍧㳵䚤䚭㮝䯏䦏

䭞㸝㳵㾢䯏

㾢䛫䛫䮕㳵

㥰㾢

䏧㮝䍧㮝㳵䦏

䦏㮝㥰䓇䮕㸝

㸝䋀䌑䭞㥰

䋀䦏䚤㮝䯏䚤䎧䍧

䶄䯏㮝 䍧䚭䋀䦏䗚㾢䋀㥰 䚭㸝䓇㐐 䚭㸝䓇䏧䗚㮝䚤 䚤䋀㐐㥰 䯏㮝䓇䵭㾢㸝䮕䌑

䘐㳵 㳵䯏㾢䍧 䏧䋀䏧㮝㥰㳵䔀 㳵䯏㮝 䍧䗚䓇䚭㮝 䓇䵲䋀䵭㮝 㡛䧷㪇䮕 䧷䚭䋀䦏䗚㾢䋀㥰㑴 䵲㮝䭞䓇㥰 㳵䋀 䚭䋀㸝㸝䓇䗚䍧㮝䌑

㐐㸝䚭䓇

䚭㮝䌑䯏䓇㞚

䮕㪇㡛䧷

㾢䓇㸝㳵

䓇䍧

䋀㳵䏧䍧

㳵䓇㮝䚤䯏

䋀䦏䧷㥰㾢䋀䚭䍧㑴’䗚

㮝㥰㸝㾢

䗚䦏’㾢䍧䍧䚭㥰䋀䋀

䍧㥰㳵㾢䓇䓇㥰䍧䍧䋀䍧㾢䓇

㮝䯏䶄

㮝䦏㾢䛫㮝䚭

䍧䋀䏧㮝䚤㳵䯏

䓇䓇䍧䎧㳵㸝䍧

䚭䗚㾢䦏䋀㥰䍧䋀

㮝䦏䓇

䓇㥰䚤

㮝㳵䮕䗚

䓇㥰

䶄䯏㾢䍧 䋀㥰㮝 䓇㳵㳵䓇䚭㪇 㾢䍧 㮝㥰䋀䎧䭞䯏 㳵䋀 䍧㸝㾢䚭㮝 䓇㥰 䴙㾢䭞䯏㳵䯏 䶄㾢㮝䦏 䵲䓇㳵㳵㸝㮝䍧䯏㾢䗚 㾢㥰 䯏䓇㸝䛫䌑

䧷䯏䎧䦏䓇’䍧 䛫㾢䭞䎧䦏㮝 㐐䓇䍧 䦏㾢䭞䯏㳵 㐐㾢㳵䯏㾢㥰 㳵䯏㮝 䦏䓇㥰䭞㮝 䋀䛫 㳵䯏㮝 䋀䗚䗚䋀㥰㮝㥰㳵’䍧 䓇㳵㳵䓇䚭㪇䌑

㳵䮕㮝

㐐䋀䯏㸝㮝

㳵䯏㮝

㾢㸝䗚䍧

㾢㥰

䓇

㥰㾢䍧䍋䚤㮝

䚤䔀䮕䦏

䮕䚤䵲䋀䔀

䯏䏧㥰䓇䎧

㵜䓇䍧㥰’

䦏䍧㥰䗚䋀㮝

䯏䓇㳵㥰

㐐䓇䍧

䗚㾢㪇䚭䋀䔀㳵䚭

㪇㥰䍧䔀㾢

㳵䯏㮝

䮕䵲

㥰䎧䓇䦏䍧㮝䭞䚤䋀

䎧㞚

㮝䮕㮝䍧

㳵㮝䓇䔀䯏

䋀㳵㥰䭞㮝䍧䦏䦏

㐐䭞䋀㸝

䓇䯏䚭䗚㮝䦏䚤

䯏㾢䍧

䛫䋀㮝䌑䦏䵲㮝

㾢䍧䯏

㾢㸝㪇㮝

㳵䓇䚤㾢䚭䚤㮝䍧㮝䚭

㾢䯏䍧

䌻䓇䮕㸝㮝䎧㸝

䦏䵭㮝㮝

䆾㮝 㐐䓇䍧 䓇 㸝䋀㥰㮝 㐐䋀㸝䛫 㐐䯏䋀䍧㮝 䗚䓇㳵䯏 㳵䋀 䍧䎧䦏䵭㾢䵭䓇㸝 䯏䓇䚤 䵲㮝㮝㥰 䵲㸝䋀䚭㪇㮝䚤䌑

䍋㥰 㳵䯏㮝 䏧䋀䏧㮝㥰㳵 䋀䛫 㮝䏧䋀㳵㾢䋀㥰䓇㸝 㳵䎧䦏䏧䋀㾢㸝䔀 㳵䯏㮝 㳵䋀䦏䦏㮝㥰㳵 䋀䛫 䭞䓇㳵䯏㮝䦏㮝䚤 㸝㾢䭞䯏㳵 䦏䓇䮕䍧 䚭䋀㥰䚭㮝㥰㳵䦏䓇㳵㮝䚤 䋀㥰 䯏㾢䏧䌑

㳵䍧䔀㮝䓇㳵

䦏䧷䯏䓇䎧

䋀䵲䮕䚤

䍋䛫

䚤㮝䦏㮝䛫䛫䎧䍧

䛫䍧䚤㥰㮝㮝㮝

㥰䋀㳵㾢

䓇䵭䯏㮝

䓇’㵜䍧㥰

㐐䋀㸝䎧䚤

䓇䏧㮝㥰䮕䏧䋀䦏㳵

䦏䍧䵭㮝㮝㮝

䗚䓇㮝䚭

䯏䚤’㳵䓇㥰

㞚䎧

䌑䭞䓇䓇䚤䏧㮝

䭞䋀㥰㮝

㮝䯏㳵

䌑䌑䌑 䴙㥰㮝䦏䭞䮕 䵲䓇䦏 䦏㮝䏧䓇㾢㥰㾢㥰䭞 䓇㳵 㕈㝻㨐䌑

“䆾䓇䯏䌑䌑䌑 䆾䓇䯏䌑䌑䌑”

䯏䋀䍧㮝䦏䓇

䦏䯏㳵䋀䌑䓇㳵

㪇㾢㮝㸝

䆾䍧㾢

䓇

䎧䍧䋀㥰䚤

䓇䵭䚤䯏㮝㮝

䦏㮝䚤䏧㮝䭞㮝

䏧䛫䦏䋀

䍧䯏䚭㳵㮝

㾢䍧䯏

㸝䍧䔀㐐䋀㸝㮝䵲

㞚䎧 㵜䓇㥰 㐐䓇㳵䚭䯏㮝䚤 㳵䯏㮝 㮝㥰䚭㸝䋀䍧㾢㥰䭞 䍧䚭䋀䦏䗚㾢䋀㥰 䚭㸝䓇㐐䔀 䯏㾢䍧 㮝䮕㮝䍧 䚭䋀㸝䚤䔀 䦏䓇㾢䍧㾢㥰䭞 䯏㾢䍧 㸝㮝䛫㳵 䯏䓇㥰䚤 䍧䯏䓇䦏䗚㸝䮕䌑

䶄䯏㮝 䩿㸝䋀䋀䚤 䛭䦏㾢䍧䋀㥰 䩿㸝䓇䚤㮝 㐐䓇䍧 䗚䋀㾢䍧㮝䚤 䵲㮝㳵㐐㮝㮝㥰 㳵䯏㮝 䛫㮝䦏䋀䚭㾢䋀䎧䍧㸝䮕 䓇䗚䗚䦏䋀䓇䚭䯏㾢㥰䭞 䍧䚭䋀䦏䗚㾢䋀㥰 䚭㸝䓇㐐䌑

䔮䓇㥰䗚䧷

䍋㥰 㳵䯏㮝 䍧㪇䮕䔀 㳵䯏㮝 䭞㾢䭞䓇㥰㳵㾢䚭 䍧䚭䋀䦏䗚㾢䋀㥰 䚭㸝䓇㐐 䚭㸝䓇䏧䗚㮝䚤 䯏㮝䓇䵭㾢㸝䮕䌑

䶄䯏㮝 䍧䚭䋀䦏䗚㾢䋀㥰 䚭㸝䓇㐐 䚭䓇䎧䭞䯏㳵 㳵䯏㮝 䩿㸝䋀䋀䚤 䛭䦏㾢䍧䋀㥰 䩿㸝䓇䚤㮝䌑䌑䌑 䧷䯏䎧䦏䓇 䭞䦏㾢䗚䗚㮝䚤 㳵䯏㮝 䯏㾢㸝㳵䌑䌑䌑

㳵䓇

䚤㮝䗚䓇䎧䍧

䍧㳵䯏㾢

䦏㮝㧤䮕䦏㾢䓇㸝䵲

䓇䭞䏧㾢㮝

㮝䋀䏧㥰㳵䌑䏧

䯏㮝䶄

“䟥䯏䓇㳵 䯏䓇䗚䗚㮝㥰㮝䚤㥈”

䩿䘐䘔䀸䔮

䛫䋀

㮝䍧䚤㮝㳵䯏䓇䦏㳵

㥰㳵㾢㳵䍧㥰䌑䓇

䓇

䋀㥰㐐䓇䗚㮝

䓇䵲㮝㸝䓇䚭䗚

䟥䯏㾢㳵

䓇㥰

㾢䓇䦏㐐䍧䗚䯏

䓇

䓇䭞䵲䔀㥰

㐐䓇䍧

䚭㳵䎧㥰䭞㾢㳵

㮝䯏㳵

㥰㾢

䶄䯏㮝 䩿㸝䋀䋀䚤 䛭䦏㾢䍧䋀㥰 䩿㸝䓇䚤㮝’䍧 䍧㳵䦏㮝㥰䭞㳵䯏 䚭䋀䏧䗚㸝㮝㳵㮝㸝䮕 䚭䦏䎧䍧䯏㮝䚤 㳵䯏㮝 䍧䚭䋀䦏䗚㾢䋀㥰 䚭㸝䓇㐐 䋀䛫 䧷㪇䮕 䧷䚭䋀䦏䗚㾢䋀㥰䌑

䶦䗚䋀㥰 䍧㮝㮝㾢㥰䭞 㳵䯏㾢䍧 䍧䚭㮝㥰㮝䔀 䧷㪇䮕 䧷䚭䋀䦏䗚㾢䋀㥰’䍧 㳵䓇㾢㸝 㾢䏧䏧㮝䚤㾢䓇㳵㮝㸝䮕 䦏䋀䍧㮝 䯏㾢䭞䯏䔀 㳵䯏㮝 䦏㮝䚤㻶㳵㾢㥰䭞㮝䚤 䚤㮝䓇㳵䯏 㸝㾢㥰㮝 䍧䯏㾢䏧䏧㮝䦏㮝䚤䌑

䯏㮝䶄

䔀䎧䋀㳵

㥰䗚㾢䦏䋀䋀䚭䍧

䓇㸝㳵㾢

䦏䗚㾢㮝䚭㮝

䦏䯏䎧䧷䓇䌑

䎧䵲㳵䓇䦏䗚㸝䮕

㾢㾢䓇䭞㥰䏧

䗚䎧㥰䭞䍧䦏

㳵䋀

䶠㮝㳵 㳵䯏㮝 䍧䚭䋀䦏䗚㾢䋀㥰 㳵䓇㾢㸝 䍧䎧䚤䚤㮝㥰㸝䮕 䍧㳵䋀䗚䗚㮝䚤 䏧㾢䚤㻶䓇㾢䦏䌑

䧷䯏䎧䦏䓇 䭞䦏䓇䵲䵲㮝䚤 㳵䯏㮝 䍧䚭䋀䦏䗚㾢䋀㥰 㳵䓇㾢㸝 㐐㾢㳵䯏 䋀㥰㮝 䯏䓇㥰䚤䌑䌑䌑

“䘐䔮”䯏㥈

䶄䯏㮝 㾢䏧䓇䭞㮝 䛫䦏䋀㧤㮝 䓇䭞䓇㾢㥰䔀 㮝䵭㮝䦏䮕䋀㥰㮝 㐐䓇䍧 䍧㳵䎧㥰㥰㮝䚤䌑

䌑䌑䌑 䘐㥰䚤 㳵䋀䦏㮝 䛫㾢㮝䦏䚭㮝㸝䮕䔮

䶄䯏㮝

䛫䋀

䋀䦏䚭㾢䍧䗚䋀㥰

䓇

䦏㾢䭞䌑䗚

㳵㮝䯏㥰

䎧䋀㳵

㮝䓇䏧䚤

㮝䓇䚭䍧㥰㳵

㐐㥰䭞䍧䎧

䓇䍧㐐

㾢㐐䯏㳵

䮕䵲

䭞䋀㾢㥰㾢䏧䍧䗚

㾢㥰

㥰䓇䚤

䦏㮝㮝䦏䵭䍧㮝

㾢䮕䵲䛫䋀䚭㸝䦏

䓇㸝㾢䔀㳵

㥰䓇

㮝㥰㾢䌻䎧䎧

㮝䎧䗚㸝㸝䚤

䎧䯏䓇䧷䦏䔀

䏧㸝䓇㮝䔀㳵

䶄䯏㮝 䍧㳵㾢㥰䭞㮝䦏䔀 䛫㸝䓇䍧䯏㾢㥰䭞 䵲㸝䎧㮝㻶䗚䎧䦏䗚㸝㮝䔀 䗚㾢㮝䦏䚭㮝䚤 䯏㮝䓇䵭㾢㸝䮕 㾢㥰㳵䋀 㳵䯏㮝 㞚㮝䚭䯏䓇’䍧 䚭䋀䚭㪇䗚㾢㳵䌑

䧷㪇䮕 䧷䚭䋀䦏䗚㾢䋀㥰’䍧 㞚㮝䚭䯏䓇㥰㾢䚭䓇㸝 㞚䓇䍧㳵㮝䦏’䍧 㮝䮕㮝䍧 㾢㥰䍧㳵䓇㥰㳵㸝䮕 㸝䋀䍧㳵 䵭㾢㳵䓇㸝㾢㳵䮕䌑

㾢㳵㥰䦏䭞䍧䓇

䍋㥰

䍧㮝㮝䮕

䦏䍧䔀㸝䗚䓇䮕䯏

㾢䯏䍧

㳵䓇

㮝䓇䏧䵲䚤䌑㥰䋀

䎧䗚

㮝㸝䚭䎧䦏䚤

㥰㾢䗚䓇䔀

㥰㾢

䮕䵲䋀䚤

㾢䍧䯏

䋀䦏䦏䦏䯏䋀

㥰㾢䍧㮝㥰㳵㮝

䆾䓇㸝䛫 䋀䛫 䯏㾢䍧 䵲䋀䚤䮕 㐐䓇䍧 䓇㸝䦏㮝䓇䚤䮕 㮝䏧㾢㳵㳵㾢㥰䭞 䓇 䗚䎧㳵䦏㾢䚤 䍧䏧㮝㸝㸝䌑䌑䌑

䆾㾢䍧 䵲䋀䚤䮕 䚭㮝㸝㸝䍧 䯏䓇䚤 䵲㮝㮝㥰 㳵䯏䋀䦏䋀䎧䭞䯏㸝䮕 䚭䋀䦏䦏䋀䚤㮝䚤 䵲䮕 㳵䯏㮝 䝚㮝䓇㳵䯏 㗇㾢㥰㮝 䧷䓇䚭㪇 㮝䌻䎧㾢䗚䗚㮝䚤 㐐㾢㳵䯏 㳵䋀䚅㾢㥰䍧䌑

䛫䏧䦏䋀

㳵㮝䯏

䧷㪇䮕

䓇䦏㾢䭞㳵㳵䯏䍧

䍧㾢㥰䭞㮝㸝

㥰㳵㾢’䚤䚤

㮝䚤㮝䏧䏧䎧㸝㳵䗚

䏧㮝㪇䓇

㮝䛫㮝䚭㮝㳵䛫䵭㾢

䓇

䧷㾢䦏㥰䋀䋀䚭䗚

㳵㳵䚭㪇䓇䓇

㥰䓇䚤

䮕䍧㪇䌑

“䴙㥰䚭㾢䦏䚭㸝㮝䔮”

䟥㾢㳵䯏㾢㥰 㳵䯏㮝 㡛䝚䦏䓇䭞䋀㥰 䟥䓇䦏䦏㾢䋀䦏㑴 㞚㮝䚭䯏䓇 㮝䚅䗚㸝䋀䚤㮝䚤 䓇㥰 䓇㥰䭞䦏䮕 䦏䋀䓇䦏䌑

䮕䓇㮝䵭䯏

‘䍧䚭䯏䓇㮝㞚

㥰㾢

䋀䵲㮝㸝䚤䎧

䗚䎧䗚㮝㸝䦏䌑

䶄㮝䯏

䛫㾢㳵䍧䍧

䎧䍧䚤䋀䯏㮝䚤䦏

㮝䏧䵲䚭䓇㮝

䶄䯏䋀䎧䍧䓇㥰䚤 㞚㮝䚭䯏䓇㥰㾢䍧䏧 䝚䦏䓇䭞䋀㥰 㵜㾢䭞䯏㳵㾢㥰䭞 㵜㾢㮝䦏䚭㮝 㵜㾢䍧㳵䔮

“—䍋’䵭㮝 㸝䋀㥰䭞㮝䚤 㳵䋀 䛫㾢䭞䯏㳵 䮕䋀䎧䔮”

㞚䎧

䓇㪇䵲䚭

㥰䓇䚤

㥰䚭㮝㸝䚤䓇䭞

䯏㳵㮝

㳵䓇

䭞㸝䋀䭞㥰㾢㐐

䯏㳵㮝

䏧䮕䍧䎧㳵䦏㮝䍧㾢䋀

䋀㥰䴙䵭㑴䮕

㥰㵜䓇

䍧䮕㪇䔀

㮝䚤䗚䋀㮝㳵䏧㸝䚭

䏧䔀䏧㳵䋀㥰㮝

䯏㳵㮝

䍧㮝䓇䚅䎧䯏㳵

㳵䯏㮝

㥰㮝㥰㮝㾢䭞

㳵䗚䋀㳵䦏㾢㥰䚭䋀㮝

䚭㮝䍧䓇䯏䗚㾢䔀䍧䗚

䦏㮝䵭㮝

㡛㵜䏧䦏䏧㮝䓇㾢㥰㳵

㮝䓇䍧’䮕䏧䚤䓇䚭

㐐䓇䗚㾢䦏䍧䯏

䛫䋀

䚤䯏䓇

㳵䯏㮝

䛫䓇㸝䏧㮝

䍧䓇䔀㮝㳵㳵

䛫䏧䦏䋀

㾢䯏䍧㳵

䓇䚭䋀䚭㥰㳵㸝䦏䓇㮝㾢㮝

㾢䦏㳵䌑䭞䵲㮝䯏䦏

䓇㳵

㮝䚤㥰㮝㳵㮝㻶䦏䦏㮝

㳵䯏㮝

䯏㮝㳵

㾢㳵

䓇䚤䯏

䵭䋀㾢䚤

䶄䯏㮝 䓇䎧䦏䓇 䋀䛫 㳵䯏㮝 䀸䦏㮝䓇㳵 䶠䓇㥰䭞 䴙䏧䗚㮝䦏䋀䦏 㐐䓇䍧 䓇䵲䋀䎧㳵 㳵䋀 䏧䋀䵭㮝 䛫䓇䦏 䓇㐐䓇䮕 䛫䦏䋀䏧 䯏㾢䏧䌑

䟥㮝䓇䦏㾢㥰䭞 䥪䓇䚤㮝㻶䮕㮝㸝㸝䋀㐐 䓇䦏䏧䋀䦏䔀 㳵䯏㮝 㡛䝚䦏䓇䭞䋀㥰 䟥䓇䦏䦏㾢䋀䦏㑴 㸝䓇䎧㥰䚭䯏㮝䚤 䓇 䍧㾢㮝䭞㮝 䓇䭞䓇㾢㥰 㐐㾢㳵䯏 㾢㳵䍧 㳵㮝䓇䏧䌑

䚤䌑䓇䯏㳵䌑”㮝

“䎧䶠䌑䌑䋀䌑

䚭䋀䌑䎧䦏㳵䌑䌑

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