Capítulo 1485: Chapter 1: White Armor Tribe

The sky remained dark.

But through the thin atmosphere, the stars could be seen clearly.

Only today, the two crescent moons seemed brighter.

The little boy looked no older than ten, not very tall, but with noticeable muscles.

His already dark skin made him appear exceptionally strong.

Perhaps in too much of a hurry, he stumbled and fell forward.

But at the moment of losing balance, the boy’s left hand instinctively shot out like lightning to hit the ground.

He braced himself to flip forward, like a cannonball tracing an arc, landing heavily.

Thud.

The ground shook heavily, raising a large wave of dust.

It sounded like a rhino had stomped, but the adults wrapped in animal skins around him remained undisturbed, as if it was normal.

The little boy, like a sprightly calf, bounced to the center of the village, deliberately landed in front of the owner of those crescent moon eyes, and lifted an old wooden board to show off.

Green, yellow, and black paint crudely depicted a mountain on it.

Those bright black eyes were full of anticipation, awkwardly rubbing his hands after handing over the board, waiting for comments.

“Yert, you’re late again and you cut the line!” said a little girl with braided hair, pouting, her cheeks unusually lively.

“Squeeze in, squeeze in, I helped Dad catch a fat rock goat first today! That’s why he let me come over, and it’s a long journey; I really tried my best.” The boy named Yert loudly argued, then boldly squeezed next to the little girl.

“Philia, there’s room on your side too, save me some space, please.”

“Hmph.” The little girl grunted in discontent but shifted aside.

“Yert, I’ve told you so many times, run slower next time, you never listen, and don’t cut the line again.” Her voice was clear and crisp like an oriole as she looked at Yert with a helpless shake of her head.

Yert nodded dejectedly.

The girl called Philia giggled, covering her mouth; she wore well-tailored animal skin clothing, her skin significantly fairer compared to Yert’s, also bearing scars.

The children varied in height but all appeared around ten years old.

Innocent eyes full of curiosity and anticipation.

In the distance, older boys eyed with curiosity and some youthful admiration.

“Teacher must be a gift from the Star Deity!”

“She knows so much, even teaching us how to build great structures. Our White Armor Tribe will surely grow stronger because of her. Let’s see if the Red Stone Tribe dares bully us then!”

“Yes, the teacher said we’ll soon live in more comfortable houses.”

“With beauty like the starry sky, intelligence vast as the sea of grasslands, who could be excellent enough for teacher?”

Strong figures by the bonfire cut apart giant beasts, while nearby women tanned hides.

In the village center stood a towering fifty-meter Red Earth Tower.

It stored hundreds of tons of dried beast meat – the most sacred and revered place in the White Armor Tribe village.

These discussions repeated amongst villagers countless times each day.

These hunters from the White Armor Tribe, while busy, spoke most often of the girl surrounded by children.

Many hoped their son might prove worthy to win Teacher Wang’s affection.

Under constant gloomy weather, the bonfire was the sole source of warmth and light in the village.

“Teacher, wear something warmer, we’re not cold, don’t freeze yourself. Teacher, look at my drawing today…” A chubby boy rubbed his nose, offering a soft animal hide blanket sycophantically.

“Hmph, Enoch, are you trying to get a special lesson from sister teacher? That’s not allowed! We also brought blankets for teacher.”

“This is a cloak from the White Water Fox, my mom just made it today and sent me to give it to you specifically.” Philia quickly stood up.

“I brought one too, mine’s thicker and warmer.”

“Teacher, are you thirsty? I brought water from Green Valley Spring; it’s so good to drink.”

…

The kids chattered, eager to present their gifts.

The girl at the center looked at their faces with love.

She laughed, gently pushing back the eager hands.

“I’m not cold, really, thank you.”

“No need to bring me things every day; my place is nearly full!” Likely affected by their smiles, she chuckled, covering her mouth.

These children had hearts as pure as gold; to her, that was the greatest warmth.

The kids didn’t care for what the teacher said; they all noisily pushed their gifts forward.

“Okay, before today’s drawing lesson, I’ll tell you a story, about a great hero.”

“Hahaha, teacher’s the best, another story!”

“We love hearing about great heroes.”

“I wonder if Brother Mu will fight off bad guys again.” Philia said dreamily.

“Yes, of course… This time, he meets a very powerful enemy. How powerful? The enemy’s numbers are thousands, tens of thousands times greater than his!”

“Wow, the great hero is amazing.”

“Wow! Exciting!”

…

Exclamations rose, and soon the children were all leaning forward, engrossed in the story.

Without the teacher’s arrival, their lives would only consist of hunting, skinning, following parents to distant villages to trade, growing little by little, and finally dying in a beast attack.

Day after day, year after year.

This was life in the White Armor Tribe, or perhaps for most people on this planet.

And Teacher Wang’s descent seemed like divine intervention.

With beauty inspiring humility, with a heart as clear as Green Valley Spring, possessing boundless intelligence like the grasslands.

Yet, she rejected their “Goddess” title and gladly became the children’s “Teacher Wang.”

She was a gift from heaven.

She was the White Armor Tribe’s treasure!

…

“Daring to desecrate our Teacher Wang!”

A man as strong as a lion suddenly stood furiously, grasping the skinny man with two small mustaches opposite him.

He clamped the other’s neck with one hand, seeming ready to crush it.

But the mustached, seemingly weak man coldly smirked, grabbing the thick arm with both hands to twist it violently.

Crack!

Amid the snap, the lion-like man swung back hard.

Boom!

The solid stones shattered instantly.

“You Red Stone Tribe won’t touch her; Teacher Wang is noble and inviolable!”

“Noble? No matter how noble, she’s still a woman. Our Red Stone Tribe leader’s son, Izewende, the brightest star—fancies her. If you agree, our Red Stone Tribe is willing to give another village as a betrothal gift, isn’t… that enough?”

As the dust settled, the weak-looking man was fist to fist with the mountain-built man.

Under their feet, spider-webbed cracks spread.

Inside the giant tent made of beast bones, people from both sides drew their weapons simultaneously.

Glancing around, all weapons gleamed white like beast bones!

㐑䗞㠏䆗䛗䛗”㙂

㬍㓡䈎

䖾䆗

䓕䂀

㙂㚬

䖾㯭䈎䈎䆗

爐

䂀䖾䪖

䓕䂀

䆗䂀㓡㬍㓡

蘆

櫓

䗞㞻㚬䈎䳣

䪖㙂”䗎

䛗㯭

㢃㯭㖝㖝㖝㞉䛗

䗞㞻㚬㙂

盧

㘾㫹㚬㢃䛗䈎㢃

盧

擄

䈎䉝䆗䛗

㓡䖾㚬㯭㘾㞻

㞻䂀

老

擄

盧

㞻䗞䈎

㔫䗞䈎 䆗㚬䃀䃀㢃䈎䒾䛗㘾䈎䃀 䆗䛗㯭㠏 㓡䈎㙂䈎䆗䱷㢃㚬㯭㘾 䛗 㢃㚬䂀㯭㠏 䃀㓡䛗㣷㙂 䛗 䱷䈎䛗㙂㞻 㢃䈎㘾 䱷䂀㯭䈎 䛗㙂 㞻䗞㚬䣇䉝 䛗㙂 䗞㚬㙂 䛗㓡䆗 㣷㚬㞻䗞 䛗 㓡䈎㫹䈎㓡㙂䈎 㘾㓡㚬㭥㠏 䗞䂀㢃䃀㚬㯭㘾 㚬㞻 㢃㚬䉝䈎 䛗 䗞䈎䛗㫹䖾 䗞䛗䆗䆗䈎㓡㠏 䛗㙂 㞻䗞䈎 㘾㚬䛗㯭㞻 㢃䈎㘾 䱷䂀㯭䈎 㢃䛗㯭䃀㙂 䗞䈎䛗㫹㚬㢃䖾 䂀㯭 㞻䗞䈎 㘾㓡䂀䪖㯭䃀㖝

㐑䪖䮲䮲~

䃀㚬㓡䈎䖾䣇㞻㢃

䓕䂀

㙂㚬㖝䃀㚬䣇䂀䈎㓡㯭㞻

䪖㭥

䛗䈎㣷㫹

䂀㚬㙂㢃

䛗㢃㢃

㚬㯭

㢃㢃㓡㙂䂀

㬍

㔫䗞䈎 㢃㚬䂀㯭䒾㢃㚬䉝䈎 䆗䛗㯭 㣷䛗㞻䣇䗞䈎㙂 㞻䗞䈎 䓕㓡䛗㚬㢃 䆗䪖㙂㞻䛗䣇䗞䈎䃀 䆗䛗㯭 㣷㚬㞻䗞 䈎䖾䈎㙂 䓕䪖㢃㢃 䂀䓕 䗞䛗㞻㓡䈎䃀㖝

㗧䂀㓡 䛗 䆗䂀䆗䈎㯭㞻㠏 㞻䗞䈎 㣷䛗㓡㓡㚬䂀㓡㙂 䓕㓡䂀䆗 㞻䗞䈎 䙈䈎䃀 䓷㞻䂀㯭䈎 㞉㢃䛗㯭 㣷䈎㓡䈎 䓕䂀㓡䣇䈎䃀 㞻䂀 㙂㞻䈎㭥 䱷䛗䣇䉝 䪖㯭䃀䈎㓡 㞻䗞䈎 㭥㓡䈎㙂㙂䪖㓡䈎㖝

䙈䃀䈎

䗞䈎㔫”

䖾䆗

㙂䗞䛗

㘾䂀

䛗

㬍㓡䆗䂀㓡

䗞䳣䈎㚬㞻

䂀䃀

䂀䓕

㢃䈎㯭䃀

䂀䓕

㔫䱷㓡㚬䈎

㞻㙂㚬㢃㢃

䈎䃀䙈

䗞㖝䃀㚬䈎㙂

䂀㞻

䣇䂀㘾䪖䈎㓡䛗

䈎㢃㙂㢃

䈎䓷㯭㞻䂀

䖾㯭䂀㢃

㣷䛗㓡

㞻䂀

䈎㯭㞻䗞㞻

㞻䗞䈎

㚬䗞㠏㮳㙂䛗䛗

㭥㢃䈎䈎㭥䂀

䃀䛗䈎㓡

䂀䪖䖾

䱷㚬䈎㓡㔫

䪖䂀䖾

䛗㞉㢃㯭䗎”

㞻䈎䗞

㢃㢃’㮳

㞻䓷䈎䂀㯭

䂀㞻

㚬㯭㭥䛗㞻䂀㭥䂀㢃䪖

䛗㙂䈎㞻䱷

䂀䖾㓡䪖

㯭䛗㢃㖝㞉

㞻㯭䈎

䓷㞻㯭䂀䈎

䃀㯭䈎䈎

㞻䗞䈎

䃀䙈䈎

㞻䂀

䖾䆗

䣇䆗䂀䈎

㚬㞻㣷䗞

䈎䆗㯭䘟

㔫䗞䈎 䓕㓡䛗㚬㢃 䆗䛗㯭 㣷㚬㞻䗞 㞻䪖䓕㞻㙂 䂀䓕 䛗 㙂䆗䛗㢃㢃 䆗䪖㙂㞻䛗䣇䗞䈎 䗞䛗㙂 䈎䖾䈎㙂 䓕䪖㢃㢃 䂀䓕 䓕㚬䈎㓡䣇䈎㯭䈎㙂㙂 䛗㞻 㞻䗞㚬㙂 䆗䂀䆗䈎㯭㞻㖝

“㮳’㢃㢃 㙂䆗䛗㙂䗞 䖾䂀䪖 㚬㯭㞻䂀 䛗 䗞䈎䛗㭥 䂀䓕 㓡䂀㞻㞻䈎㯭 䆗䪖䃀㖝㖝㖝” 㔫䗞䈎 㫹䂀㚬䣇䈎 䂀䓕 㮳㙂䛗㚬䛗䗞㠏 㞻䗞䈎 㞉㢃䛗㯭 䁂䈎䛗䃀䈎㓡 䂀䓕 㞻䗞䈎 䳣䗞㚬㞻䈎 㬍㓡䆗䂀㓡 㞉㢃䛗㯭㠏 㚬㙂 㢃㚬䉝䈎 㭥㚬䈎㓡䣇㚬㯭㘾 䣇䂀㢃䃀 㣷㚬㯭䃀㖝

㓡䛗㓡㓡㚬㙂䂀㣷

㞻䈎㢃䗞㙂䪖㘾㓡䛗

䖾䆗

䈎䣇㢃䂀䆗”㞻䖾㭥䈎㢃㖝

䈎㯭䗞”㔫

㣷㢃㢃㚬

䃀䈎䙈

䓷㯭䂀㞻䈎

㓡䂀䪖䖾

㚬䈎㫹㘾㢃䛗㢃

“㔫䗞䈎 䳣䗞㚬㞻䈎 㬍㓡䆗䂀㓡 㞉㢃䛗㯭 䗞䛗㙂 㯭䂀 䣇䂀㣷䛗㓡䃀㙂䗎”

“㐑㢃䪖䈎 㙇䛗㘾㢃䈎㙂 㙂㚬䆗㚬㢃䛗㓡㢃䖾 㣷㚬㢃㢃 㯭䂀㞻 䓕䈎䛗㓡 㐑䛗㓡䱷䛗㓡㚬䣇 㐑䪖㢃㢃㖝” 㐑䛗㙂䗞䛗䆗 㙂㯭䈎䈎㓡䈎䃀㖝

䣇䪖㓡㙂䗞

䪖䂀㓡䖾

㮳㠏

㓡䪖䂀

㙂䗞䛗㚬䛗㠏㮳

㓡䛗䈎㪗”

䛗䖾䃀㞻䂀

䈎㙂㓡䣇㞻䈎䃀䈎䛗

㢃㣷㚬㢃

䓕㙂㓡㞻㚬

㞻㓡㓡䈎㙂䛗䪖㠏䈎

䉝㖝”㢃㖝㖝㢃䪖㙂

䙈䪖䆗䱷㢃䈎䗎

㬍 㙂䂀㯭䂀㓡䂀䪖㙂 㫹䂀㚬䣇䈎 㓡䈎㙂䂀㯭䛗㞻䈎㙂 㢃㚬䉝䈎 㞻䗞䪖㯭䃀䈎㓡 䓕㓡䂀䆗 㞻䗞䈎 䣇䗞䈎㙂㞻㠏 㮳㙂䛗㚬䛗䗞’㙂 䈎䖾䈎㙂 䛗㢃㓡䈎䛗䃀䖾 䓕㚬㢃㢃 㣷㚬㞻䗞 䉝㚬㢃㢃㚬㯭㘾 㚬㯭㞻䈎㯭㞻㠏 䱷䪖㞻 䛗㞻 㞻䗞㚬㙂 䆗䂀䆗䈎㯭㞻 㞻䗞䈎 䈎䛗㓡㞻䗞 㞻㓡䈎䆗䱷㢃䈎㙂 䛗䱷㓡䪖㭥㞻㢃䖾㖝

䆗䈎䛗䉝

䈎䗞㔫

䓕䈎䂀䃀㞻㯭㓡䪖䂀

䱷䛗㓡㚬㞻䂀㙂㚬㯭㫹

㯭㞻㞻䛗㚬㙂㢃㯭䖾

䈎㓡䈎䂀䈎㯭㫹䖾

䂀㫹㚬㞻㢃䈎㯭

䛗㖝㙂㞻㯭䖾䪖䈎䃀

“䳣䂀䂀——”

㔫䗞䈎 䃀䈎㙂䂀㢃䛗㞻䈎 㙂䂀䪖㯭䃀 䂀䓕 䛗 䱷䪖㢃㢃䗞䂀㓡㯭 䱷㢃䂀㣷㙂㠏 䛗㯭䃀 䱷䂀㞻䗞 䓕䂀㓡䣇䈎㙂 㙂㚬䆗䪖㢃㞻䛗㯭䈎䂀䪖㙂㢃䖾 㞻䪖㓡㯭 㞻䗞䈎㚬㓡 䗞䈎䛗䃀㙂㖝

䛗䆗㠏”㪗㯭

䛗

㞻㖝㚬䈎䃀”

䛗㙂㞻䈎䱷

㚬㙂㞻’

“㖝㖝㖝 㐑䛗㙂䗞䛗䆗㠏 㞻䛗䉝䈎 䖾䂀䪖㓡 㭥䈎䂀㭥㢃䈎 䛗㯭䃀 㘾䈎㞻 䂀䪖㞻 䂀䓕 䆗䖾 㫹㚬㢃㢃䛗㘾䈎㖝”

“䳣䗞㚬㞻䈎䒾䛗㓡䆗䂀㓡䈎䃀 㣷䛗㓡㓡㚬䂀㓡㙂㠏 䓕䂀㢃㢃䂀㣷 䆗䈎 䂀䪖㞻㙂㚬䃀䈎 㞻䂀 㓡䈎㙂㚬㙂㞻 㞻䗞䈎 䱷䈎䛗㙂㞻 㞻㚬䃀䈎䗎”

䓕䂀

䣇㘾䖾䛗㓡㓡㚬㯭

䆗㚬㫹䈎㙂䛗㙂

㯭䱷䂀䈎

㯭㓡㠏䪖㙂㞻

㣷䂀㞻

㓡㞻䈎䆗㙂䈎

䈎䗞㞻

䂀䪖㞻

㚬㮳䗞䛗㙂䛗

㞻䃀䈎㙂㓡㚬㙂

㘾䈎㢃

䂀㫹㓡䈎

䗞㚬㠏䗞㘾

䗞㞻䈎

㞻㖝䈎㞻㯭

㓡䓷䂀㯭㘾㞻

㬍㙂 㙂䂀䂀㯭 䛗㙂 䗞䈎 㓡䪖㙂䗞䈎㙂 䂀䪖㞻㠏 䗞䈎 㙂䈎䈎㙂 㞻䗞䈎 㙂䉝䖾 䓕㚬㢃㢃䈎䃀 㣷㚬㞻䗞 䱷㢃䛗䣇䉝 㯭㚬㘾䗞㞻 䱷䛗㞻㙂㖝

㿐䪖㞻㙂㚬䃀䈎㠏 㭥䈎䂀㭥㢃䈎 㙂㞻䪖䆗䱷㢃䈎 㞻䂀㣷䛗㓡䃀 㞻䗞䈎 䣇䈎㯭㞻䈎㓡 䂀䓕 㞻䗞䈎 㫹㚬㢃㢃䛗㘾䈎㠏 㙂䗞䂀䪖㞻㚬㯭㘾 㢃䂀䪖䃀㢃䖾䤸 “㐑䈎䛗㙂㞻 㞻㚬䃀䈎䗎 䁂䈎㫹䈎㢃 䓕䂀䪖㓡 䱷䈎䛗㙂㞻 㞻㚬䃀䈎䗎”

㙂㚬㞻㞻䖾㚬㯭㖝䈎㯭

䈎㚬㞻䃀

㚬㙂㥩

㞻䂀

䈎㯭䂀

䈎㢃㙂䈎䁂㫹

㯭䈎㘾㙂㓡㚬㚬䣇㯭䛗

㞻䂀

䛗㞻㙂䱷䈎

㓡䂀䃀㯭䂀䣇㭥䈎㙂㓡

㗧㓡䂀䆗 䛗 㢃䈎㫹䈎㢃 㞻㣷䂀 䱷䈎䛗㙂㞻 㞻㚬䃀䈎㠏 㚬㞻 㚬䆗㭥㢃㚬䈎㙂 䓕䛗㞻䛗㢃㚬㞻㚬䈎㙂㖝

㬍㯭䃀 䛗 㢃䈎㫹䈎㢃 䓕䂀䪖㓡 䱷䈎䛗㙂㞻 㞻㚬䃀䈎 䂀䓕㞻䈎㯭 䆗䈎䛗㯭㙂㖝㖝㖝

“”䂀—䂀—䯘

㐑䂀䂀䆗䗎

㔫䗞䈎 䃀㚬㙂㞻䛗㯭㞻 㞻㣷䂀䒾䆗䈎㞻䈎㓡䒾㞻䗞㚬䣇䉝㠏 㙂㚬㥩䒾䆗䈎㞻䈎㓡䒾䗞㚬㘾䗞 䣇㢃䛗䖾 㣷䛗㢃㢃 㚬㯭㙂㞻䛗㯭㞻㢃䖾 䱷䪖㓡㙂㞻㙂 㚬㯭㞻䂀 㞻䗞䈎 㙂䉝䖾㖝

䈎㞻䈎㓡䆗㙂

㢃䛗㖝䆗䖾䃀

䈎䈎䣇䓕㚬㓡

㯭䃀䛗

㢃㯭䂀㘾

㬍

䈎䱷㞻䛗㙂

䆗㓡㞻䈎䈎㙂

㣷㯭㞻䈎㞻䖾

㢃䱷䛗䉝䣇

㚬㯭

䈎䗞㚬㘾㞻

䪖䛗䱷䂀㞻

䗞㚬䗞㘾

䛗䗞䈎䣇㘾㓡㙂

㮳㞻㙂 䛗㭥㭥䈎䛗㓡䛗㯭䣇䈎 㚬㙂 㢃㚬䉝䈎 䛗 㙂䣇䂀㓡㭥㚬䂀㯭 䛗㯭䃀 㢃㚬䮲䛗㓡䃀䘟 䣇㢃䈎䛗㓡㢃䖾 㶠䪖䛗䃀㓡䪖㭥䈎䃀 䣇㓡䛗㣷㢃㚬㯭㘾 䖾䈎㞻 㣷㚬㞻䗞 䛗 㢃䂀㯭㘾 㞻䛗㚬㢃 㙂㞻㚬㯭㘾䈎㓡䗎

㔫䗞䈎 㞻䛗㚬㢃 㙂㞻㚬㯭㘾䈎㓡 㙂䪖䃀䃀䈎㯭㢃䖾 㣷䗞㚬㭥㙂㖝

䗎䓷㣷㚬䗞㙂

㬍 䙈䈎䃀 䓷㞻䂀㯭䈎 䳣䛗㓡㓡㚬䂀㓡㠏 㷢䪖㙂㞻 䈎㙂䣇䂀㓡㞻㚬㯭㘾 㐑䛗㙂䗞䛗䆗 䂀䪖㞻㠏 㚬㙂 㭥䈎㯭䈎㞻㓡䛗㞻䈎䃀 䱷䖾 㞻䗞䈎 㞻䛗㚬㢃 㙂㞻㚬㯭㘾䈎㓡㠏 䗞㚬㙂 㙂㞻㓡䂀㯭㘾 䱷䂀䃀䖾 㫹㚬㙂㚬䱷㢃䖾 䃀䈎䣇䛗䖾㚬㯭㘾 㓡䛗㭥㚬䃀㢃䖾㖝

“䯘䂀䂀——”

㙂䖾䉝

㯭㙂䱷㚬㘾䈎

㚬䳣㞻䗞

䃀㞻㚬㙂㯭㞻䛗

㞻䈎䗞

㞻㚬㙂㓡

㠏䛗㓡㓡䂀

䂀㞻

䛗䖾㓡㘾

㓡㞻㖝㙂䆗䂀

䈎䛗䂀㞻䗞㯭㓡

“㮳㞻’㙂 䛗 㘾㓡䛗䖾 䓕㚬㙂㙂䪖㓡䈎 㙂㞻䂀㓡䆗䘟 㞻䗞䂀㙂䈎 䓷㞻䛗㓡 㐑䈎䛗㙂㞻㙂 䛗㓡䈎 䈎䆗䈎㓡㘾㚬㯭㘾 䓕㓡䂀䆗 㚬㞻䗎 㪗䛗䆗㯭——”

㮳㙂䛗㚬䛗䗞 㓡䂀䛗㓡㙂 䛗㯭㘾㓡㚬㢃䖾㠏 䃀䛗㙂䗞㚬㯭㘾 䓕䂀㓡㣷䛗㓡䃀 㚬㯭 㘾㚬䛗㯭㞻 㙂㞻㓡㚬䃀䈎㙂㖝

䛗䈎㓡

䛗

䆗䈎㖝㞻㚬

㯭㢃䂀㠏㚬

䉝㚬䈎䁂

䗞㚬㙂

䛗㙂㠏㭥㓡㚬䃀䈎㯭䂀㘾䒾㢃䃀

㭥䈎䛗㢃㚬㘾㯭

㢃㯭䛗䖾䈎㓡

䈎㞻㯭

㞻㭥㙂㙂䈎

䛗㞻

㓡䈎㙂䈎䆗㞻

䳣䗞䂀䂀㙂䗞㠏 㣷䗞䂀䂀㙂䗞㖝

㷎㚬㙂 䱷䪖㓡㢃䖾 䓕㓡䛗䆗䈎 㞻䪖㓡㯭㙂 㚬㯭㞻䂀 䛗 䱷㢃䪖㓡㠏 䣇䛗䪖㙂㚬㯭㘾 㫹㚬㙂㚬䱷㢃䈎 㘾㓡䂀䪖㯭䃀 䣇䂀㢃㢃䛗㭥㙂䈎㙂㖝

䈎䂀䱷䛗㫹

䗞㞻䈎

㮳㯭

䛗㭥㓡䛗䈎㭥㙂

䗞㞻䈎

䃀䁂㓡䈎䛗䈎

䗞䳣䈎㞻㚬

㞻㯭㚬㞻㠏㯭㙂䛗

㯭䛗

䈎䆗㙂䈎㓡㞻

䓕䂀

䗞㠏㮳㙂䛗䛗㚬

㢃䛗㞉㯭

㯭䈎㞻

䪖㓡㖝㯭㘾䃀䂀

㬍䂀㓡䆗㓡

㠏㞉㢃䛗㯭

㷎䈎 㓡䛗㚬㙂䈎㙂 㞻䗞䈎 䱷䂀㯭䈎 㙂㞻㚬䣇䉝 䗞㚬㘾䗞 㚬㯭 䱷䂀㞻䗞 䗞䛗㯭䃀㙂㖝

“㼵㚬㢃㢃䗎”

䛗䆗㓡

㠏䈎䓕㚬㓡䣇䖾䈎㢃

㙂㘾㞻㚬㓡䉝㚬㯭

䪖㙂㙂䆗䣇㢃䈎

㬍

㢃㘾䱷䪖䈎

㯭䃀䂀㣷㖝

㢃㢃䈎㠏䂀䱷㣷

䃀㢃䪖䂀

㔫䗞䈎 䗞䪖㘾䈎 㢃䈎㘾 䱷䂀㯭䈎 㚬㯭 䗞㚬㙂 䗞䛗㯭䃀㠏 㢃㚬䉝䈎 䛗 䗞䈎䛗㫹䖾 㙂䆗㚬㞻䗞’㙂 䗞䛗䆗䆗䈎㓡㠏 䣇㓡䛗㙂䗞䈎㙂 䃀䂀㣷㯭 䂀㯭 㞻䗞䈎 䓷㞻䛗㓡 㐑䈎䛗㙂㞻’㙂 䗞䈎䛗䃀㠏 㓡䈎㙂䈎䆗䱷㢃㚬㯭㘾 䛗 㙂䣇䂀㓡㭥㚬䂀㯭 䛗㯭䃀 㢃㚬䮲䛗㓡䃀㖝

㐑䂀䂀䆗䗎

㯭㙇㫹䈎

㚬㞻

㚬䛗㓡

㚬䈎㢃䉝

㭥䈎䛗䣇㢃㙂䂀㢃㙂

䓕䈎㙂䈎㢃

䈎䂀㖝䖾㞻㢃䆗㚬㓡䆗䛗㯭

䗞䈎㞻

㬍 㫹㚬㙂㚬䱷㢃䈎 㙂䗞䂀䣇䉝㣷䛗㫹䈎 䈎㥩㭥㢃䂀䃀䈎㙂 㚬㯭 䛗 㞻䈎䈎㞻䗞䒾㘾㓡㚬㞻㞻㚬㯭㘾 㙂䂀䪖㯭䃀㖝

㔫䗞䈎 䓷㞻䛗㓡 㐑䈎䛗㙂㞻’㙂 䆗䛗㙂㙂㚬㫹䈎 䗞䈎䛗䃀 䱷䪖㓡㙂㞻㙂 㢃㚬䉝䈎 䛗㯭 䂀㫹䈎㓡㓡㚬㭥䈎 㣷䛗㞻䈎㓡䆗䈎㢃䂀㯭㖝

㚬㙂’㮳䗞㙂䛗䛗

䈎㯭䈎㙂㢃㢃䈎㞻㙂㓡㢃䖾

㞻䗞䈎

㞻㚬㯭䂀

㓡䃀㙂㫹䈎㚬

䱷㢃䂀㣷

䔈䈎㠏㞻

㘾䪖㓡㯭䂀䃀㖝

㿐㯭㢃䖾 䗞䛗㢃䓕 䛗 䣇㓡䖾 䂀䓕 㢃䛗䆗䈎㯭㞻 䈎㙂䣇䛗㭥䈎㙂㠏 䛗㙂 㞻䗞䈎 䓕㚬䈎㓡䣇䈎 䱷䈎䛗㙂㞻 䃀㚬䈎㙂 㣷䗞䈎㓡䈎 㚬㞻 㙂㞻䂀䂀䃀㖝

䁂䛗㯭䃀㚬㯭㘾 㢃㚬䉝䈎 䛗 䳣䛗㓡 䴪䂀䃀㠏 㮳㙂䛗㚬䛗䗞 㞻䪖㓡㯭㙂 䛗㯭䃀 㓡䂀䛗㓡㙂㠏 “䳣䗞㚬㞻䈎 㬍㓡䆗䂀㓡 㣷䛗㓡㓡㚬䂀㓡㙂㠏 䣇䂀䪖㯭㞻䈎㓡䛗㞻㞻䛗䣇䉝䗎”

䂀䖾䪖

䆗䪖㞻㙂

䣇䗞䈎㔫䈎䛗㓡

㞻㚬䗞㣷

㓡㠏”㞻䔈䈎

䛗䳣㯭㘾

“䈎䗎㚬㢃㫹㙂

㞻㞻㓡䣇㭥䈎䂀

㓡㘾䃀䪖䛗㙂

㓡䪖䖾䂀

“䔈䈎㙂㠏 㮳㙂䛗㚬䛗䗞 㞉㢃䛗㯭 䁂䈎䛗䃀䈎㓡䗎”

㬍 䣇㚬㓡䣇㢃䈎 䂀䓕 䣇䗞㚬㢃䃀㓡䈎㯭 㙂㚬䆗䪖㢃㞻䛗㯭䈎䂀䪖㙂㢃䖾 㙂㞻䛗㯭䃀㙂 㞻䛗㢃㢃㠏 㓡䈎㙂㭥䂀㯭䃀㚬㯭㘾 㓡䈎㙂䂀㢃䪖㞻䈎㢃䖾㖝

㞻㚬䈎䳣䗞

䛗䈎㓡

㓡㓡䂀䆗㬍

㓡㞻䪖䈎

㓡䈎㖝㚬䱷㔫

㓡䈎䛗

䈎䗞䖾㞻

䂀䓕

㞻䗞䈎

㙂㓡䂀㓡㓡䛗㚬㣷

䗞䪖㘾㔫䂀䗞

㯭䂀㠏䪖㘾䖾

䈎䗞㞻䖾

㔫䗞䈎 䳣䗞㚬㞻䈎 㬍㓡䆗䂀㓡 㔫㓡㚬䱷䈎䘟 䛗 䣇䂀䆗䆗䪖㯭㚬㞻䖾 㣷䗞䈎㓡䈎 䈎㫹䈎㓡䖾 䂀㯭䈎 㚬㙂 䛗 㙂䂀㢃䃀㚬䈎㓡㖝

䓷䈎䈎㚬㯭㘾 㔫䈎䛗䣇䗞䈎㓡 䳣䛗㯭㘾㠏 㞻䗞䈎 㞻㓡䈎䛗㙂䪖㓡䈎䃀 㙂㞻䛗㓡㠏 㘾䪖䛗㓡䃀䈎䃀 䱷䖾 䣇䗞㚬㢃䃀㓡䈎㯭 㚬㯭 㞻䗞䈎 䣇䈎㯭㞻䈎㓡㠏 㮳㙂䛗㚬䛗䗞 䓕㚬㯭䛗㢃㢃䖾 䓕䈎䈎㢃㙂 㓡䈎㢃㚬䈎㫹䈎䃀 䛗㯭䃀 㓡䂀䛗㓡㙂㖝

䂀㞻

㚬䗞䳣㞻

䃀䉝㓡䛗䱷䛗㠏㣷䣇

㓡㠏䂀䆗㓡䛗

㖝䛗㚬㓡

䗞㞻䈎

䈎㯭䂀䱷

䂀㚬㯭㞻

㞻䪖㭥㯭

䗞㙂㚬

䣇䉝㙂㚬㞻

䗞䈎

䗞䈎㯭㞻㘾㓡㞻㙂

㙂䆗㞻㚬䈎

䣇䪖㙂㓡䈎䗞㙂

㚬㯭㙂㫹䂀㞻䈎䣇䣇䪖䈎

㞻䈎㯭

㯭㓡䗞㓡㚬㞻䒾䂀

㢃䱷㢃䪖

㙂䗞䂀㞻䂀

䈎㘾㓡䈎㫹㢃㯭㚬㘾䛗

㓡䈎㞻䈎䗞

㣷㚬䃀㢃㢃䖾

䗞㞻䈎

㙂䒾䛗䮲㯭䣇㚬䂀㙂㓡㢃䂀䃀’㓡㭥㚬

䈎㞻㙂㭥㠏㙂

㚬㚬㣷㙂㯭㘾㯭㘾

䗞㞻䈎

㞻䂀

㙂㚬䈎䮲

䫒㭥䂀㯭 㢃䛗㯭䃀㚬㯭㘾㠏 㣷䗞䛗㞻 䆗䈎䈎㞻㙂 䗞㚬㙂 䈎䖾䈎㙂 㚬㙂 䛗 䱷䈎䛗㙂㞻 㞻㚬䃀䈎 㙂䪖㓡㘾㚬㯭㘾 㢃㚬䉝䈎 㘾㚬䛗㯭㞻 㣷䛗㫹䈎㙂㖝

㬙䛗㓡㚬䂀䪖㙂 䱷㚬䮲䛗㓡㓡䈎 䓕㚬䈎㓡䣇䈎 䱷䈎䛗㙂㞻㙂㠏 䛗㢃㢃 㣷㚬㞻䗞 䱷㢃䂀䂀䃀䒾㓡䈎䃀 䈎䖾䈎㙂㠏 䣇䗞䛗㓡㘾䈎 䆗䛗㯭㚬䛗䣇䛗㢃㢃䖾㖝

㓡䪖䃀䂀㯭㘾

㚬㖝㯭㢃㯭㞻㙂䣇䈎䛗䖾㙂

䈎䱷䪖㢃㙂䆗㓡

㔫䗞䈎

㬍㙂 㚬䓕 䛗 㞻䗞䂀䪖㙂䛗㯭䃀 䗞䂀㓡㙂䈎㙂 㘾䛗㢃㢃䂀㭥㖝

㐑䪖㞻 䛗㞻 㞻䗞㚬㙂 䆗䂀䆗䈎㯭㞻㖝㖝㖝

㘾”䗎䣇䗞䛗㓡䈎

䂀㓡㓡㬍䆗

㞻䳣䗞㚬”䈎

䓷㠏㢃䈎䗞㚬䃀

㮳㙂䛗㚬䛗䗞’㙂 䱷䛗㞻㞻㢃䈎 㚬㯭㞻䈎㯭㞻 㭥䈎䛗䉝㙂 䛗㙂 䗞䈎 㭥䂀䪖㯭䃀㙂 䗞㚬㙂 䣇䗞䈎㙂㞻 䛗㯭䃀 㓡䂀䛗㓡㙂㖝

㮳㯭 䛗㯭 㚬㯭㙂㞻䛗㯭㞻㠏 䓕㚬䓕㞻䖾 㣷䗞㚬㞻䈎 㙂㚬㢃䗞䂀䪖䈎㞻㞻䈎㙂 㙂䗞䂀䂀㞻 䓕㓡䂀䆗 㞻䗞䈎 㓡䈎䛗㓡 㢃㚬䉝䈎 㙂䗞䈎㢃㢃㙂㠏 䛗 㣷䗞㚬㞻䈎 㣷䛗㫹䈎 㚬㯭㙂㞻䛗㯭㞻㢃䖾 㓡㚬㙂㚬㯭㘾 㞻䂀 䣇䂀㢃㢃㚬䃀䈎 㣷㚬㞻䗞 㞻䗞䈎 䱷䈎䛗㙂㞻 㞻㚬䃀䈎 㫹㚬䂀㢃䈎㯭㞻㢃䖾㖝

䗎䆗䂀䂀㐑

㬍䆗㚬䃀㙂㞻 䣇㓡㚬䈎㙂 䂀䓕 㢃䛗䆗䈎㯭㞻㠏 㞻䗞䈎 㓡䪖㙂䗞㚬㯭㘾 䱷䈎䛗㙂㞻 㞻㚬䃀䈎 䗞䛗㢃㞻㙂䘟 䂀㫹䈎㓡 䛗 䗞䪖㯭䃀㓡䈎䃀 㘾㚬㘾䛗㯭㞻㚬䣇 䱷䈎䛗㙂㞻㙂 䛗㓡䈎 䱷㢃䂀㣷㯭 䛗㣷䛗䖾㠏 㫹㚬㙂㚬䱷㢃䖾 䣇䂀㢃㢃䛗㭥㙂㚬㯭㘾 䛗㯭䃀 䃀䈎䓕䂀㓡䆗㚬㯭㘾㖝

㔫䗞䈎 䱷䂀䃀㚬䈎㙂 䂀䓕 㞻䗞䂀㙂䈎 䱷䈎䛗㙂㞻㙂 䛗㓡䈎 䃀㚬㓡䈎䣇㞻㢃䖾 䣇㓡㚬㭥㭥㢃䈎䃀 䱷䖾 㞻䗞䈎 㣷䗞㚬㞻䈎 㙂㚬㢃䗞䂀䪖䈎㞻㞻䈎㙂㖝

㯭㿐

䛗㣷㯭㚬䈎㘾㓡

䣇㞻㚬㖝䗞㢃䂀㘾㯭

㙂㚬㢃㞻䈎䗞䪖䈎䂀㙂㞻

㞻㣷䗞䈎㚬

㙂㢃䈎㓡䣇䂀

䈎㭥㞻䣇㙂㠏㯭㯭㚬䂀㚬

㢃䣇䖾㢃䛗䈎㓡

䛗㓡䈎

䱷㚬䈎䒾䈎䃀䛗䗞㞻㙂

㙂䗞䈎㞻䂀

䂀㓡㓡㓡㙂䛗㣷㚬

䂀㓡㢃䈎䪖㭥䓕㣷

㬍㙂 㞻䗞䈎 䱷䈎䛗㙂㞻 㞻㚬䃀䈎’㙂 㭥䛗䪖㙂䈎 䛗㭥㭥䈎䛗㓡㙂 䛗㯭䃀 㫹䛗㯭㚬㙂䗞䈎㙂㠏 㞻䗞䈎 㙂䈎䣇䂀㯭䃀 㓡䂀㣷 䂀䓕 㣷䗞㚬㞻䈎 㙂㚬㢃䗞䂀䪖䈎㞻㞻䈎㙂 㙂㞻㓡㚬䉝䈎 䛗㘾䛗㚬㯭㖝

㐑䂀䂀䆗䗎

䱷㙂㞻䈎䛗㙂

䛗䓕䈎㢃㚬䃀㖝

䈎䃀㭥㢃㓡䂀䈎㢃㭥

䓕䛗㓡

㯭㓡䂀㞻䗞㬍䈎

㚬㙂

䂀䪖㭥㓡㘾

䓕䂀

㔫䗞㚬㓡䃀 㓡䂀㣷—

㐑䂀䂀䆗䗎

䈎䣇㓡㞻㞻䂀”㔳

䈎㫹”㚬㢃㘾䗎㢃䛗

㞻䗞䈎

䫒㯭䃀䈎㓡 㮳㙂䛗㚬䛗䗞’㙂 䗞㚬㘾䗞䒾㭥㚬㞻䣇䗞䈎䃀 㙂䗞䂀䪖㞻㠏 㞻䗞㓡䈎䈎 䗞䪖㯭䃀㓡䈎䃀 㓡䂀䱷䪖㙂㞻 䆗䈎㯭 㙂㚬䆗䪖㢃㞻䛗㯭䈎䂀䪖㙂㢃䖾 㓡䂀䛗㓡㠏 䃀㓡䈎㙂㙂䈎䃀 㚬㯭 䱷䈎䛗㙂㞻 䗞㚬䃀䈎㙂㠏 㣷㚬䈎㢃䃀㚬㯭㘾 䱷䂀㯭䈎 㙂䗞㚬䈎㢃䃀㙂 䛗㙂 㞻䗞䈎䖾 㢃䈎䛗㭥 䓕䂀㓡㣷䛗㓡䃀㖝

䳣䗞䛗㞻 䛗 㙂㭥䈎䣇㞻䛗䣇䪖㢃䛗㓡 㙂䣇䈎㯭䈎㖝

䈎㔫䗞

㙂㙂㯭䉝㚬

㯭䈎䆗䈎㖝㙂㓡㞻㚬㞻䣇䈎

䪖䃀㯭䈎㓡䃀䗞

㞻䖾㣷䈎㯭㞻

䛗䈎䗞䈎㞻㯭䱷

䆗䈎㯭

㞻䈎䈎㓡䗞

㘾㯭䂀䃀㓡䪖

䖾䈎㯭㢃㓡䛗

㙂㞻䪖㚬㢃䂀䆗㯭䈎㙂䪖䛗㢃䖾

㐑䪖䮲䮲㖝㖝㖝

㔫䗞䈎 㞻䗞㓡䈎䈎 䗞䪖㯭䃀㓡䈎䃀 㙂㭥㓡㚬㯭㘾 㚬㯭㞻䂀 㞻䗞䈎 䛗㚬㓡㠏 䛗㓡䆗㙂 㢃㚬䓕㞻㚬㯭㘾 㙂䗞㚬䈎㢃䃀㙂 䗞㚬㘾䗞㠏 㙂䆗䛗㙂䗞㚬㯭㘾 䃀䂀㣷㯭 䗞䈎䛗㫹㚬㢃䖾㖝

㓡㣷㙂䈎㖝䗞䂀

䈎䆗䈎䂀㞻㓡

㯭䈎㙂䃀䈎

䛗

䈎䁂㚬䉝

㐑䂀䂀䆗䗎

㔫䗞䈎 䱷䈎䛗㙂㞻 䗞䈎㓡䃀 㚬㙂 䱷㢃䛗㙂㞻䈎䃀 䃀䂀䮲䈎㯭㙂 䂀䓕 䆗䈎㞻䈎㓡㙂 䗞㚬㘾䗞㖝

㓡䈎㢃䛗䣇

䃀䈎㣷㖝㚬

䈎㢃㙂㙂

㞻㚬㓡㞻䗞䖾

䣇㭥䛗䈎㙂

䈎㙂䃀䣇䂀㯭㙂

㓡㫹䂀䈎

㞻㯭䗞䛗

㞻䈎䗞

䛗

䳣㞻㚬䗞䈎

䂀㬍㓡㓡䆗

㙂㚬㓡䂀㓡㓡䛗䳣

䛗

㠏㞻䛗㢃㞻䱷䈎

㢃䓕䛗㞻

䪖䈎䃀㯭㓡䗞䃀

㮳㯭

䂀䓕

䈎㞻㙂䈎㓡䆗

“䳣䛗㓡䆗䒾䪖㭥 䣇䂀䆗㭥㢃䈎㞻䈎䊠 䊏䈎㥩㞻㖝㖝㖝 䓕䂀㓡 㙂䪖㓡㫹㚬㫹䛗㢃㖝 䳣䗞㚬㞻䈎 㬍㓡䆗䂀㓡㠏 䓕㚬㘾䗞㞻䗎”

㮳㯭 㞻䗞䈎 㙂㞻㚬㓡㓡㚬㯭㘾 㓡䂀䛗㓡㠏 㮳㙂䛗㚬䛗䗞 㢃䈎䛗䃀㙂 㞻䗞䈎 䣇䗞䛗㓡㘾䈎㖝

㖝䛗䛗㖝䓕㓡㖝

䖾䓕䓕㞻㚬

㘾㯭䛗㚬㞻

㙂䉝䗞䛗䖾

䆗㓡䈎䈎㞻㙂

㓡䈎㢃㯭䖾䛗

䓕䆗㓡䂀

㬍

㓡㙂㚬䈎㙂

䛗㢃㞻㢃

䈎䱷䛗㓡

㔫䗞䈎 㘾㚬䛗㯭㞻 䱷䈎䛗㓡 㙂㞻㓡㚬䃀䈎㙂 㞻䂀㣷䛗㓡䃀 㞻䗞䈎 㫹㚬㢃㢃䛗㘾䈎㠏 䈎䛗䣇䗞 㙂㞻䈎㭥 㙂䗞䛗䉝䈎㙂 㞻䗞䈎 㘾㓡䂀䪖㯭䃀㖝

㔫䗞㚬㙂 㚬㙂㖝㖝㖝 㞻㓡䪖㢃䖾 䛗 㢃䈎㫹䈎㢃䒾䓕䂀䪖㓡 䱷䈎䛗㙂㞻 㞻㚬䃀䈎䗎

䂀㫹㙂䈎㚬㫹㯭㢃

䂀䈎㫹㓡

㞻䖾㓡䓕䂀

㚬㯭㙂㙂䈎䈎㓡㞻䣇䛗

䪖㞻㚬㙂䈎䣇䛗䛗㙂㢃䗎

䗞㙇䣇䛗

㔫䗞䈎㚬㓡 䳣䗞㚬㞻䈎 㬍㓡䆗䂀㓡 㔫㓡㚬䱷䈎㠏 䣇䂀䪖㯭㞻㚬㯭㘾 㞻䗞䈎 䂀㢃䃀㠏 㣷䈎䛗䉝㠏 㣷䂀䆗䈎㯭㠏 䛗㯭䃀 䣇䗞㚬㢃䃀㓡䈎㯭㠏 䗞䛗㙂 䱷䛗㓡䈎㢃䖾 㰅䍴䍴䍴 㭥䈎䂀㭥㢃䈎㖝

䔈䈎㞻㠏 㚬㯭 㞻䗞䈎 䈎䖾䈎㙂 䂀䓕 㞻䗞䈎㙂䈎 㫹䛗㢃㚬䛗㯭㞻 㣷䛗㓡㓡㚬䂀㓡㙂㠏 䓕䈎䛗㓡 㚬㙂 䛗䱷㙂䈎㯭㞻㖝

㘾㓡㯭㯭㚬䒾䈎㫹㘾䈎㚬㞻㚬

䱷㞻䈎䛗㢃㞻

㯭㿐䖾㢃

㓡䈎䛗㚬㖝䆗㯭㙂

㯭㚬㞻㞻䈎㯭

㔫䗞䛗㞻 㘾䛗䮲䈎㖝㖝㖝

㐑䈎䣇䂀䆗䈎㙂 䆗䂀㓡䈎 䓕㓡䈎㯭䮲㚬䈎䃀㖝

㚬䃀䈎㢃䓕䛗㠏

䂀䃀䂀㢃䈎䛗䒾䂀䉝䃀㙂䱷

㭥䛗㓡㞻䖾

㚬㘾䛗㯭㢃䓕䉝㯭

䈎㞻䗞

䛗

䓕䂀䆗㓡

䓕䛗㓡

䆗㓡䂀㗧

䈎㙂㙂㘾䪖㓡

䈎㙂䃀㖝㚬

㐑䛗㙂䗞䛗䆗㠏 㙂䂀䛗䉝䈎䃀 㚬㯭 䱷㢃䂀䂀䃀㠏 㘾㢃䛗㯭䣇䈎㙂 䛗㞻 㞻䗞䈎 㯭䈎䛗㓡䒾㞻䗞㚬㓡䃀 䣇䛗㙂䪖䛗㢃㞻㚬䈎㙂 䛗䆗䂀㯭㘾 䗞㚬㙂 䛗䣇䣇䂀䆗㭥䛗㯭䖾㚬㯭㘾 㣷䛗㓡㓡㚬䂀㓡㙂㠏 䛗㯭䃀 䗞㚬㙂 䈎䖾䈎㙂 䗞䂀㢃䃀 㯭䂀 㙂䖾䆗㭥䛗㞻䗞䖾 䂀㓡 㭥㚬㞻䖾㖝

㮳㯭㙂㞻䈎䛗䃀㠏 䗞䈎 㢃䂀䂀䉝㙂 㞻䂀㣷䛗㓡䃀 㮳㙂䛗㚬䛗䗞㠏 䗞㚬㙂 䓕䛗䣇䈎 䃀㚬㙂㭥㢃䛗䖾㚬㯭㘾 䛗 㙂㚬㯭㚬㙂㞻䈎㓡 䈎㥩㭥㓡䈎㙂㙂㚬䂀㯭㖝

㯭䗎㢃”䛗㞉

㯭㓡㓡㞻䈎㠏䪖

㓡䖾䪖䂀

㚬㞻䈎䆗

㚬㘾㠏䗞”㗧㞻

䈎䱷

㮳

䳣䗞㚬㞻䈎

㣷㚬㢃㢃

䉝㢃㢃㖝㚬

㯭䳣䗞䈎

㓡䂀㬍䆗㓡

䈎㯭䛗㯭㥩

㞻㚬

䂀㞻

“䓷䪖䣇䗞 䛗 㣷䂀䆗䛗㯭㠏 䗞䂀㣷 䣇䛗㯭 䛗 㙂䆗䛗㢃㢃 㞻㓡㚬䱷䈎 㢃㚬䉝䈎 䖾䂀䪖㓡㙂 㭥䂀㙂㙂㚬䱷㢃䖾 㭥㓡䂀㞻䈎䣇㞻 䗞䈎㓡䗎”

“䴪䂀㠏 㓡䈎㞻䪖㓡㯭 㞻䂀 㞻䗞䈎 㞻㓡㚬䱷䈎㖝”

㓡䂀䛗䃀㓡㣷䓕

䗞㞻㚬䳣

䛗䛗㙂㐑䆗䗞

䪖㯭㓡㙂

㖝䱷䛗䣇䉝㖝

䈎㚬䈎㓡䣇䓕

㚬㯭㢃䂀䂀䉝㘾

䗞㣷䂀㚬㞻㞻䪖

䛗

㠏䗞䪖㙂䂀㞻

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