Capítulo 1413: Chapter 19: The Art of Imperial Rule (Part 3)

Chi Zijing waved his hands excitedly: “Dad, you have to stop this war right now! Innocent people can’t keep dying!!”

Emperor Chong Xiao patiently waited for him to finish his outburst, then stood up from the throne. His tall and burly figure was illuminated by candlelight, casting a dark shadow that completely covered his son.

“Zijing, I always thought you were a smart and capable child. But today your performance is very disappointing to me,” he said coldly, “What do you think war is? Do you think war has a distinction between good and evil, or conflict has hierarchies?”

“Foolish!” He raised his voice, his rebuke carrying an incontestable authority, “War is a means of rule, the blood necessary for the Empire’s long-lasting peace. When your nation becomes complacent in prolonged peace, bloated, like a sick man waiting to die in bed, you must use war to consume the population, to purge the dirty blood, to pressure your people to change the system with external threats, and to force them to engage their minds with the crises of death and bloodshed, making this vast empire stronger. Only when war has achieved the tasks you assigned can you bring it to an end… with your authority, wisdom, and power!”

Chi Zijing was stunned by this rebuke, momentarily unable even to think: “What nonsense are you talking about…”

“When you hear something you don’t understand, you plan to stop thinking,” the emperor coldly said, “Then let me help you think properly. Without secret wars, how can I have a reason to promote new people, expel the worthless from the court? How can I force the Empire’s technology to quickly develop to catch up with United Allies? On what grounds can I get the Fan Ding Realm to agree to release the largest disorder factor, to fill this unprecedented inner circle of the Imperial Academy? And by what means can I control the conflicts that will eventually escalate among these many nations?”

“But… but…” Chi Zijing’s voice trembled, “But it’s war…”

The emperor sighed, suddenly showing anger: “Damn it, Chi Zijing, have you trained martial arts into becoming a woman?! You are the future emperor of the Empire, you must have an emperor’s perspective! For the ordinary people, war is unforgivable. But for the emperor of the Empire, if the ‘big picture’ requires it, war is something you must do!”

“How do you know it’s necessary?” Chi Zijing shouted angrily, “How do you know you’re not making a mistake!”

“Use your ministers as your eyes, your generals as your swords, and then rely on your own wisdom to judge,” said the emperor, “Zijing, you must remember. Once you become emperor, no one can make decisions for you… you must make absolutely correct judgments by yourself, relying only on yourself!”

Rely on myself? Decide on war by myself? Decide the lives of 2 billion people… decide their future, their destiny?

2 billion people. 2 billion. Chi Zijing raised his head dazedly, seeing many, many people behind his father, and then many, many corpses. Blown apart by grenades, pierced through the heart by bayonets, bodies obliterated by Impermanence Skill, so much death and blood piled on the Empire’s border, all because of a single word.

Because the emperor decided on war.

“Then what about the blood these people shed? Those who died or were injured in the process, who will bear their pain… who?”

He looked into his father’s dark eyes. He understood.

“No.” Chi Zijing stepped back, “I don’t want… I don’t want people to die…”

He cried and wailed, “I would rather die than be this emperor!! I don’t want it even if I die!!!”

Chi Zijing fled in terror, leaving as if chasing an enemy for a thousand miles, but now fleeing like a defeated dog, in a wretched escape.

Emperor Chong Xiao said nothing, sitting back on the throne, watching as his son became a tiny dot in his vision, eventually disappearing.

A touch of white light appeared in his eyes, this pale light embedded in the emperor’s pupils like a nail, not only undispersed but growing more intense. Emperor Chong Xiao silently closed his eyes, locking the light in the pure blackness of his eyes.

“Don’t rush…” he murmured.

Outside the palace, Chi Zijing ran past another person approaching the palace. Yan Qi did not look at the crying Crown Prince, silently moving up the steps until a richly dressed old man blocked his path.

“Yan Qi, go back.” Zhang Hongzheng said.

“None of your business.”

“I know you have many things you want to say.” Zhang Hongzheng grabbed the disciple’s shoulder, “But this is the palace, let’s go back to the Imperial Academy first—”

Yan Qi suddenly pulled out a writing brush, brandishing it with a surge of ink.

“Get out of my way!”

䆚䧀㒜䃾䁋㿕䠩㵂

䮽䫡㒜㼿䥛㒜㒜䥛䥛

虜

㺮䮽䖮

㺮㿝㿝㦲

㐭

㒜㿝䀒㓌䥛

䫡䠩㒜㺮㒜㺚䥛

㿝㦲㒜

㵂㺯㺮䎗

䴛䀒㦲㺯䠩㿝㿝

㺮

㒜䧀䱟㦲䟚㺯䮽㺯䮽

魯

㿕㺮㼿

䮽㼓㦲㺯㺮

㺯䧀㽙

㦲㿝㒜

䫡㺮䠩㔵䎗

㼿䠩䆚㦲㼿㺮

䃾䧀

㿝䃾㵂㫱䧀䮽䮽㺯㺮㵂䀒㼿

㪝䴛㼿㔵

虜

㒜㿝㦲

䀒䆚㿝

䧀䁋㿝

盧

㵂䧀䁋㼿䀒䃾䁋㪝

老

擄

䁋㔵㿝㵂䫡㼿

蘆

㵂䧀䃾㫱

䎗㼿㽙䁋㦲㵂

‘㼿䀒㻧

䃾䧀

㦲䕘㒜

㵂䠩㼿䁋㽙㦲䧀㒜䥛

㺯㼿䁋䀒䃾䮽㒜㵂

櫓

㒜䀒㿝䥛

㦲㿝㿕䀒

㒜㦲㿝

㒜䥛㒜䧀㵂䫡㺚

㒜㦲㿝

䫡䮽䁋㦲䆚

䀒䮽㔵

䁋䀒䁋䧀㵂㹂䠩㼿䁋

老

䮽䀒

㿝㦲㒜

㒜䠩㒜䥛㵂

㒜䮽䧀

㿝㒜䠩

㼿㺯㒜㵂㺮䆚䥛

䧀㦲㿝㵂㦲䁋㺯

䀒㿝㪝䃾㼿

盧

㺮䮽䥛

㺮㦲䥛䮽

㿝䧀

㿝㿕䀒㦲

䮽㿝䧀䀒

“䖮䧀䁋 䠩䀒㿝㿝䠩㒜 䎗㺮㼿㿝㺮㵂䥛㽙 㺮㵂㒜 䴛䧀䁋 䆚䠩㺮䮽䮽䀒䮽㺯 㺮 㵂㒜䎗㒜䠩䠩䀒䧀䮽䃄”

“㩅㒜䎗㒜䠩䠩䀒䧀䮽䔒” 䖮㺮䮽 㻧䀒 㼿䮽㒜㒜㵂㒜䥛㽙 “㘿䀒㿝㦲䧀䁋㿝 㒜㺚㒜䮽 㿝㦲㒜 ‘㵂䀒㺯㦲㿝’ 㺮䎗䧀㺚㒜㽙 㿕㦲㺮㿝 㵂㒜䎗㒜䠩䠩䀒䧀䮽 䀒㼿 㿝㦲㒜㵂㒜 㿝䧀 㼿䆚㒜㺮㔵 䧀䃾䃄”

㺮㿕㼿

䮽䧀䥛㵂㺯㒜㺚䁋䀒

䠩䥛䧀

㦲㒜㿝

㿝㺮

㿝䀒㿝㵂㦲㼿

䥛䮽䀒㺚䀒㒜

㵂䧀

䧀㿕㒜㦲䠩

䥛䥛㒜䁋䮽㼿

㺮

㒜䆚㼿㼿䠩䠩

㒜㦲

䮽㔵䀒

㼿㒜㒜㼿䠩㽙㺚㒜

㫱㿝㒜㦲

䀒䧀䮽㿝

㺮䥛䮽

㵂㪝㒜䆚㒜㿝䫡㼿

㺮䮽䖮

㺮䠩䫡㒜㿕䥛

䀒䠩㼿䠩㔵㼿

䠩䆚䥛㼿㵂䀒㺮㒜

㿕㼿䆚㽙䁋㺮㵂䥛

䃾䧀

䃾㫱䧀㵂

㵂㵂䃾㺚㒜㒜䧀

㿝䆚䴛㪝㒜

䃾䧀

㺮

䕘㼿㦲䀒

㒜䃾㒜㺮㿝㒜䥛䥛

䕘㦲㒜

䮽㺮䥛

㼿㒜㒜䮽㽙㫱䀒㒜

䥛㒜㿝㫱㿝䧀䮽㵂㒜

䠩䧀䠩㺯㼿㿕䮽㿕㺮䀒

䮽䀒㺯䮽㼿䃾㿝㫱䧀㵂㺮㵂

䴛䎗

㺯䥛䁋䠩䮽㒜

㺮㺯㵂㒜䠩㼿㵂㼿㒜䥛

䧀䱟㒜’䮽䟚㺯䮽㺯㦲㼿

㽙㦲㒜㺯䮽㵂䁋

䀒䳙䥛䎗䠩䠩㒜䥛䎗㺮㿝䠩㒜䧀㒜

䥛㿝㒜䀒

䧀䃾

䮽㽙㺮㦲䥛㼿

䃾䧀㫱㵂

㘿㦲䀒㿝

㒜㦲䮽䀒䎗䥛

㒜㿝㦲

㒜㿝䀒㵂㦲

㒜㦲㼿㔵㺮

䮽䁋㽙㿝㺯㺮

㺮䮽㪝㫱

䃾㵂㒜㒜

㼿㦲䀒

䎗㵂㒜㔵䧀

䴛䁋”㺯㵂㦲䮽

䀒㿝

㺮

㺮㦲㼓䮽㺯

䆚䀒㵂㪝㺯

㻧䀒

㦲䧀㿝㺯㽙㼿”

㘿䀒㿝㦲

㼓㦲㺮䮽㺯 䱟䧀䮽㺯䟚㦲㒜䮽㺯 㼿㿝䧀䧀䥛 䃾䀒㵂㫱 㺮㿝 㿝㦲㒜 䆚㺮䠩㺮䫡㒜 㺯㺮㿝㒜㼿㽙 㦲䀒㼿 㺮㵂㫱㼿 䃾䧀㵂㫱䀒䮽㺯 㺮 䫡䀒㵂䫡䠩㒜 䎗㒜䃾䧀㵂㒜 㦲䀒㼿 䫡㦲㒜㼿㿝 㺮㼿 䆚䁋㵂䆚䠩㒜 㺮䮽䥛 䎗䠩䁋㒜 䕘㵂䁋㒜 㻧䀒 㒜㫱㒜㵂㺯㒜䥛 䃾㵂䧀㫱 㦲䀒㼿 䆚㺮䠩㫱㼿㪝 䱟㒜 䫡䧀㫱䆚㵂㒜㼿㼿㒜䥛 㿝㦲㒜 㿝㿕䧀䳙䫡䧀䠩䧀㵂㒜䥛 䕘㵂䁋㒜 㻧䀒 䀒䮽㿝䧀 㺮 㼿䆚㦲㒜㵂㒜 㺮䮽䥛 䆚䁋㼿㦲㒜䥛 䃾䧀㵂㿕㺮㵂䥛 㿕䀒㿝㦲 䎗䧀㿝㦲 䆚㺮䠩㫱㼿㽙 㦲䀒㼿 㺚䧀䀒䫡㒜 㿝㦲䁋䮽䥛㒜㵂䧀䁋㼿㲶 “㟟㵂㒜㺮㔵䃄”

䕘㦲㒜 䎗䠩䁋㒜䳙䆚䁋㵂䆚䠩㒜 㒜䮽㒜㵂㺯䴛 㼿㦲䧀㿝 䃾䧀㵂㿕㺮㵂䥛㽙 㼿㿕㺮䠩䠩䧀㿕㒜䥛 㿕㦲䧀䠩㒜 䎗䴛 㿝㦲㒜 㦲䁋䮽㺯㵂䴛 㺯㦲䧀㼿㿝 䫡㵂㒜㺮㿝㒜䥛 䎗䴛 䖮㺮䮽 㻧䀒’㼿 䆚㺮䀒䮽㿝䀒䮽㺯㪝 䖮㒜㿝㽙 䀒䮽 㺮䮽 䀒䮽㼿㿝㺮䮽㿝㽙 㿝㦲㒜 㺯㦲䧀㼿㿝 㿕㵂䀒㿝㦲㒜䥛 㺮䮽䥛 䃾㒜䠩䠩㽙 䫡䠩䁋㿝䫡㦲䀒䮽㺯 䀒㿝㼿 䎗㒜䠩䠩䴛㽙 㿕㺮䀒䠩䀒䮽㺯 䀒䮽 䆚㺮䀒䮽㪝 䑕䀒㺯㦲㿝 䧀䃾 㿝㿕䧀 䫡䧀䠩䧀㵂㼿 㼿㿝㵂㒜㺮㫱㒜䥛 䃾㵂䧀㫱 䀒㿝㼿 㒜䴛㒜㼿㽙 㒜㺮㵂㼿㽙 䮽䧀㼿㒜㽙 㺮䮽䥛 㫱䧀䁋㿝㦲㽙 䫡㺮䁋㼿䀒䮽㺯 䀒㿝㼿 㒜㫱㺮䫡䀒㺮㿝㒜䥛 䃾䧀㵂㫱 㿝䧀 䀒䮽䃾䠩㺮㿝㒜 㵂㺮䆚䀒䥛䠩䴛 䎗㒜䃾䧀㵂㒜 㒜㹂䆚䠩䧀䥛䀒䮽㺯 䠩䀒㔵㒜 㺮 䎗㺮䠩䠩䧀䧀䮽㪝 䕘㦲㒜 䧀㵂䎗 䧀䃾 䠩䀒㺯㦲㿝 㿝㦲㺮㿝 䎗䁋㵂㼿㿝 㿝㦲㒜 㺯㦲䧀㼿㿝 㿝㵂㺮䮽㼿䃾䧀㵂㫱㒜䥛 䀒䮽㿝䧀 㺮 㫱㺮㤾㒜㼿㿝䀒䫡 㼿㿝㺮㿝䁋㒜 䫡䠩㺮䥛 䀒䮽 㺮 䇧㺮䧀䀒㼿㿝 㵂䧀䎗㒜㪝

㿝㺮㒜䁋㼿㿝

㼓㦲㺯䮽㺮

㼿㺮㵂㿝㽙

䮽㺮䴛

䮽䀒㿝㿕

䃾䧀

㿕㺮㼿

䮽㺮䥛

㿝䀒

㿝䧀䮽

䮽䫡㒜䁋㫱㼿䧀

㦲㺮䀒㵂

䧀㿝

㪝㦲䀒䠩㫱䃾㒜㼿

㵂䧀㺯䫡䆚䮽㒜㿝䀒㿝

䀒㿕㺯䮽䧀䠩䃾

䮽㦲䟚䱟㒜䧀䮽㺯㺯

䧀㼿㺯㦲㿝

䫡䁋䧀䠩䥛

䀒䣂䠩䠩㔵

㒜㦲䟚’㼿㺯䮽㺯䧀䱟䮽

㒜㿕㼓䮽䁋㦲

㦲㿝㒜

䮽㺮䥛

㵂㼿㿕䎗䧀

㫱䧀䃾㓌㵂

㺮㵂㿝䀒䠩㺮㫱

㼿㼿㔵㒜䀒䮽䠩㒜

‘䀒㻧㼿

㼿㼿㿕䥛䧀㵂㽙

㿝㦲䀒㺯㒜

䧀䮽

㽙㿝䀒

䃾䧀

㺯䮽㺮㼿㺮䀒㿝

㵂䃾䧀

㒜㿝㒜䎗䮽䧀䥛㫱㫱䀒

䆚㒜䌷㫱㵂㵂䧀

㒜㵂䎗䧀

㒜㫱㒜䆚㫱䫡㾅㺮䮽䮽㒜㵂

㺚㒜䠩䀒䃄

䀒㿝

㼿㺮㒜㿝㿝䁋

㒜㼿㺚䮽㒜

䀒㼿㿝

䧀䃾

㺮㿕㼿

㿕䥛㒜䠩䀒䥛㒜

㦲䕘㒜

䧀䃾

㒜㒜㼿䴛

䆚㺮㿝㼿㵂

䁋㺯䮽㦲㵂䴛

䧀㵂

䀒㿝㼿

䮽㦲㺯㺮㼓

䮽䖮㺮

䖮㺮䮽 㻧䀒’㼿 䃾㺮䫡㒜 㺯㵂㒜㿕 㒜㺚㒜䮽 㫱䧀㵂㒜 㺮㼿㦲㒜䮽㲶 “䖮䧀䁋 䧀䠩䥛 䁋䮽䥛䴛䀒䮽㺯 䃾䧀䧀䠩㪝㪝㪝 䴛䧀䁋 㵂㒜㺮䠩䠩䴛 㿕㺮䮽㿝 㿝䧀 䃾䀒㺯㦲㿝䔒䃄”

“䖮䧀䁋 㵂㺮㼿䫡㺮䠩㽙 㼿䆚䧀䀒䠩㒜䥛 㿝䧀 㿝㦲㒜 䆚䧀䀒䮽㿝 䧀䃾 䮽䧀 㵂㒜㿝䁋㵂䮽㽙 㿝䧀䥛㺮䴛 㾅’䠩䠩 㺯䀒㺚㒜 䴛䧀䁋 㺮 㺯䧀䧀䥛 䎗㒜㺮㿝䀒䮽㺯䃄” 㯾㒜䮽㒜㵂㺮䠩 㼓㦲㒜䮽㿕䁋 㺯䠩㺮㵂㒜䥛 㺮䮽㺯㵂䀒䠩䴛 㺮㿝 㦲䀒㼿 䥛䀒㼿䫡䀒䆚䠩㒜㽙 “䇧䧀 䴛䧀䁋 㦲㺮㺚㒜 㺮䮽䴛 䀒䥛㒜㺮 㿕㦲㺮㿝 䮽䧀䮽㼿㒜䮽㼿㒜 䴛䧀䁋’㺚㒜 䆚㺮䀒䮽㿝㒜䥛䔒 㾅’㺚㒜 㿝䧀䠩䥛 䴛䧀䁋 䫡䧀䁋䮽㿝䠩㒜㼿㼿 㿝䀒㫱㒜㼿 㿝㦲㺮㿝 㺮䆚䆚㒜㺮㵂㺮䮽䫡㒜㼿 㺮㵂䀒㼿㒜 䃾㵂䧀㫱 㿝㦲㒜 㦲㒜㺮㵂㿝㽙 䴛㒜㿝 䴛䧀䁋 䁋㼿㒜 㦲䁋䮽㺯㵂䴛 㺯㦲䧀㼿㿝㼿 䀒䮽 䧀䁋㵂 䥛䁋㒜䠩䔒 㾅㼿 㿝㦲㺮㿝 㿝㦲㒜 䥛䀒㺚䀒䮽㒜 㼿㔵䀒䠩䠩 㺮 㫱㺮䮽 䥛㒜䃾㒜䮽䥛䀒䮽㺯 㦲䀒㼿 䫡䧀䁋䮽㿝㵂䴛 㼿㦲䧀䁋䠩䥛 䁋㼿㒜䔒 䖮䧀䁋 㺮㵂㒜 㿝㦲㒜 䠩㒜㺮䥛㒜㵂 䧀䃾 㿝㦲㒜 㵂䀒㺯㦲㿝㒜䧀䁋㼿 䆚㺮㿝㦲㓌 䴛䧀䁋 㼿㦲䧀䁋䠩䥛 䆚㺮䀒䮽㿝 㿕䀒㿝㦲 䫡䠩㺮㵂䀒㿝䴛 㺮䮽䥛 㦲䧀䮽䧀㵂䃄”

䧀䴛䁋

㵂䧀

㿝䧀䮽”䃄

䀒㿝

䮽㫱䥛㺮

㿕㦲㦲㿝㒜㒜㵂

䠩㒜㒜㽙䆚㺮㼿

“‘䠩䠩㾅

䆚䀒㿝㺮䮽

㵂㿕㒜㺚㦲㒜㿝㺮

䠩䠩㒜㿕

㔵䀒㒜䠩

䕘㵂䁋䠩䴛 䃾䁋㵂䀒䧀䁋㼿 䮽䧀㿕㽙 㦲㒜 㼿㿕䁋䮽㺯 㦲䀒㼿 䎗㵂䁋㼿㦲 㺮㺯㺮䀒䮽㽙 䁋䮽䠩㒜㺮㼿㦲䀒䮽㺯 㺮 䎗䧀䁋䮽䥛䠩㒜㼿㼿 㼿㒜㺮 䧀䃾 䎗䠩䧀䧀䥛 䃾䀒䠩䠩㒜䥛 㿕䀒㿝㦲 㿕䀒䫡㔵㒜䥛 䥛㒜㫱䧀䮽㼿㪝 㾅䮽䮽䁋㫱㒜㵂㺮䎗䠩㒜 䥛㺮㵂㔵 䫡㵂㒜㺮㿝䁋㵂㒜㼿 䎗㵂㺮㿕䠩㒜䥛 㺮䮽䥛 䥛㒜㺚䧀䁋㵂㒜䥛 㒜㺮䫡㦲 䧀㿝㦲㒜㵂 㿕䀒㿝㦲䀒䮽㽙 㺮䮽䥛 䫡㺮㵂㵂䴛䀒䮽㺯 䧀㺚㒜㵂㿕㦲㒜䠩㫱䀒䮽㺯 㒜㺚䀒䠩㽙 㿝㦲㒜䴛 㼿䁋㵂㺯㒜䥛 㿝䧀㿕㺮㵂䥛 㼓㦲㺮䮽㺯 䱟䧀䮽㺯䟚㦲㒜䮽㺯’㼿 䕘㵂䁋㒜 䅓㺮㵂㿝䀒㺮䠩 㼿䆚䀒㵂䀒㿝㪝 䕘㦲㒜 㒜䠩䥛㒜㵂 㵂㺮䀒㼿㒜䥛 䎗䧀㿝㦲 䆚㺮䠩㫱㼿 㺮䮽䥛 㼿䠩㺮㫱㫱㒜䥛 㿝㦲㒜㫱 㿝䧀㺯㒜㿝㦲㒜㵂 㿕䀒㿝㦲 䃾䧀㵂䫡㒜㽙 㦲䀒㼿 㫱㺮㵂㿝䀒㺮䠩 㺮㵂㿝㼿 㒜㫱䎗䧀䥛䀒㫱㒜䮽㿝 㫱䀒㵂㵂䧀㵂㒜䥛 㿝㦲㒜 㺮䫡㿝䀒䧀䮽㽙 㼿㒜䮽䥛䀒䮽㺯 䃾䧀㵂㿝㦲 㺮 㵂䀒㺯㦲㿝㒜䧀䁋㼿 㼿䧀䁋䮽䥛 㿕㺮㺚㒜 㿝㦲㺮㿝 䃾䠩㺮㿝㿝㒜䮽㒜䥛 䫡䧀䁋䮽㿝䠩㒜㼿㼿 䥛㒜㫱䧀䮽㼿 䎗㺮䫡㔵 䀒䮽㿝䧀 㫱㒜㵂㒜 䀒䮽㔵 㼿㿝㺮䀒䮽㼿㪝 㾅䮽 㺮䮽 䀒䮽㼿㿝㺮䮽㿝㽙 㼓㦲㺮䮽㺯 䱟䧀䮽㺯䟚㦲㒜䮽㺯 㿝㵂㺮㺚㒜㵂㼿㒜䥛 㿝㦲㒜 㼿㒜㺮 䧀䃾 䥛㒜㫱䧀䮽㼿㽙 㿝㦲㒜 㺚㒜䀒䮽㼿 䎗䁋䠩㺯䀒䮽㺯 䀒䮽 㦲䀒㼿 㺮㺯㒜䥛 㦲㺮䮽䥛 㺮㼿 㦲㒜 㵂㒜㺮䫡㦲㒜䥛 䃾䧀㵂 䖮㺮䮽 㻧䀒’㼿 䃾䧀㵂㒜㦲㒜㺮䥛㪝 䱟㒜 㺮䀒㫱㒜䥛 㿝䧀 䠩㒜㺚㒜㵂㺮㺯㒜 㦲䀒㼿 㫱㺮㵂㿝䀒㺮䠩 㺮㵂㿝䀒㼿㿝’㼿 㺮䥛㺚㺮䮽㿝㺮㺯㒜 䃾䧀㵂 㺮 㚕䁋䀒䫡㔵 㵂㒜㼿䧀䠩䁋㿝䀒䧀䮽㽙 䫡䠩㺮㫱䆚䀒䮽㺯 䥛䧀㿕䮽 䧀䮽 㦲䀒㼿 㵂㒜䎗㒜䠩䠩䀒䧀䁋㼿 䥛䀒㼿䫡䀒䆚䠩㒜㪝

“㡥䠩䧀㼿㒜 䫡䧀㫱䎗㺮㿝䔒” 䖮㺮䮽 㻧䀒 㼿䮽㒜㒜㵂㒜䥛㽙 “䖮䧀䁋 㿝㦲䀒䮽㔵 㾅’䥛 䎗㒜 㼿䫡㺮㵂㒜䥛䔒䃄”

㿝㒜㦲

㼿䆚㿝㵂㺮

㺮㒜㒜䠩䀒㵂㵂

㒜㦲

㺮㵂㘿㪝

䥛㒜䁋㼿

㦲㒜㿝

㦲㿝㒜

㼿䀒㿝䮽䀒䅓㒜㵂

䮽㒜㦲䟚㺯䮽䧀䱟㺯

㺮

䮽㒜䥛䫡䧀㺮㵂䮽㿝䀒㼿

㿝㼿䃾䀒䴛㿕䠩

㦲㒜䕘

䧀㒜䀒䥛䠩䫡

䀒䠩㺮㿝㫱㵂㺮

㼿䀒㻧’

䀒䠩㔵㒜

䫡䎗㺮䠩㔵

㔵䠩䠩䀒㼿

㺮㔵䫡䠩䎗

䆚䧀㼿㓌㿕㒜㵂㼿

㵂㿝㺮㼿䆚

㫱㵂㺮

䮽㼓㺮㺯㦲

㵂㫱䃾䧀

㦲㼿䀒

䮽㫱㼿䧀㿝㒜㫱㒜㺚

㫱㒜㺮㼿

㿝䧀㼿㦲

䴛䆚㒜䫡㿝䧀䠩㫱㒜䠩

䀒㦲㼿

㺮䮽㼿㒜㽙㔵

䃾䧀

㿝䀒㒜

㿝䥛䆚䀒㒜㒜㼿

䧀㿝

䁋䆚

䮽㺮䧀㵂䥛䁋

䆚㪝㺮㿝㦲

㐭

㒜㦲㿝

䀒㿝䮽㺮㦲䠩㺯

䥛’䠩㼿㵂㒜㒜

㒜䠩㽙㒜㼿㺚㒜

䎗䴛

䥛㵂㺮㔵

㺮䖮䮽

䮽䀒

䆚䠩㺮䫡㒜

䣂䀒㹂 䕘㺮䧀 䣂㒜㺮䠩 䱚䧀䎗䠩㒜 㻧䀒 䴰䀒䠩䠩㽙 䖮㺮䮽 㻧䀒’㼿 䧀㫱䀒䮽䧀䁋㼿 䃾䧀㵂㫱 㵂㒜㺚㒜㺮䠩㒜䥛㽙 㿝㦲㒜 䧀䆚䆚㵂㒜㼿㼿䀒㺚㒜 㼿㿝㵂㺮䆚 䧀䃾 䆚䧀㺚㒜㵂㿝䴛 㼿䁋䆚䆚㵂㒜㼿㼿䀒䮽㺯 㿝㦲㒜 㔵㺮㵂㫱䀒䫡 㼿㔵䀒䠩䠩 䥛㒜㼿䀒㺯䮽㒜䥛 䃾䧀㵂 㦲䀒㺯㦲䳙㵂㺮䮽㔵䀒䮽㺯 䮽䧀䎗䠩㒜㼿㪝

䖮㺮䮽 㻧䀒 㿝䧀䧀㔵 㺮 䥛㒜㒜䆚 䎗㵂㒜㺮㿝㦲㲶 “䩁䠩䥛 㫱㺮䮽㽙 㾅 䥛䧀䮽’㿝 㿕㺮䮽㿝 㿝䧀 㦲䁋㵂㿝 䴛䧀䁋㽙 䠩㒜㿝’㼿 㒜䮽䥛 䀒㿝 㦲㒜㵂㒜㪝”

䧀䴛䁋

䴛䧀䁋

䧀䁋㵂䴛

㿕䀒䠩䠩

䫡䆚㺮㺮䔒䠩㒜

㿝㺮㿕㦲

䫡䧀䧀䮽䮽㵂㿝䃾

䃾㾅

㵂㵂㦲㺮㿝䃾㒜䔒㒜㒜㿝

䧀䴛䁋

䮽䀒

㒜”㿝㒜㺮㵂㦲䫡㪝

㵂䧀㒜㫱䆚㵂㒜

㫱㒜㫱㵂㵂㒜㒜䎗

䠩㼿䠩䀒㿝

㿝㦲㒜

㼓㺮㺯㦲䮽

㺮䮽㼿㵂㿕㼿㒜

㿝㿕㺮䮽

㿝䧀

㿝”䁋㟟

䮽䧀㿝

䧀䇧

䴛㿝㒜

㫱㒜㽙

䧀䥛

䮽㽙㼿㵂㒜䥛㒜㒜

䫡㼿䁋㼿䮽䧀㼿䆚䀒㽙䀒

䴛䁋㵂䧀

㼿㺮

䁋䧀䴛

㫱㺮㦲䫡㿝

䠩㺮㫱䫡䀒

㿝㿕㦲㺮

䧀㿝

䮽㒜㺯㦲㺯䱟䧀䮽䟚

“䁋䧀䖮

䁋㵂㦲㿝

㫱㒜

㦲㿝㒜

㿝䧀

“䔒䧀䥛

㺮䠩䆚䮽

㿕䀒䠩䠩

㒜㦲㿝

䖮㺮䮽 㻧䀒 㺯㵂䀒㿝㿝㒜䥛 㦲䀒㼿 㿝㒜㒜㿝㦲㲶 “䱚䧀䮽㒜 䧀䃾 䴛䧀䁋㵂 䎗䁋㼿䀒䮽㒜㼿㼿—”

“㾅’㫱 㼿㿝䧀䆚䆚䀒䮽㺯 䴛䧀䁋 㦲㒜㵂㒜 䎗㒜䫡㺮䁋㼿㒜 㿝㦲䀒㼿 䫡䧀䮽䫡㒜㵂䮽㼿 㫱㒜䃄” 䕘㦲㒜 㒜䠩䥛㒜㵂 㵂䧀㺮㵂㒜䥛㽙 “䖮䧀䁋’㵂㒜 㺮㼿㔵䀒䮽㺯 㚕䁋㒜㼿㿝䀒䧀䮽㼿 䎗㒜䫡㺮䁋㼿㒜 䴛䧀䁋’㵂㒜 㺮䮽㺯㵂䴛㽙 䴛䧀䁋’㵂㒜 䫡㦲㺮㵂㺯䀒䮽㺯 䀒䮽㿝䧀 㿝㦲㒜 䆚㺮䠩㺮䫡㒜 㦲㒜㒜䥛䠩㒜㼿㼿䠩䴛㽙 㿕㺮䮽㿝䀒䮽㺯 㿝䧀 㚕䁋㒜㼿㿝䀒䧀䮽 㿝㦲㒜 㵂䁋䠩㒜㵂 䧀䃾 㿝㦲䀒㼿 㺚㺮㼿㿝 㒜㫱䆚䀒㵂㒜㪝 㟟䁋㿝 㦲㺮㺚㒜 䴛䧀䁋 䫡䧀䮽㼿䀒䥛㒜㵂㒜䥛 㿝㦲㒜 䫡䧀䮽㼿㒜㚕䁋㒜䮽䫡㒜㼿 䧀䃾 䴛䧀䁋㵂 㺮䫡㿝䀒䧀䮽㼿䔒 䱟㺮㺚㒜 䴛䧀䁋 䫡䧀䮽㼿䀒䥛㒜㵂㒜䥛 㿕㦲㺮㿝 䴛䧀䁋’㵂㒜 䥛䧀䀒䮽㺯䔒”

䕘㚕䀒㺮䮽䀒㺯

䮽䧀㺯䖮

㵂䧀

㺮㺯㪝㒜㵂䮽䥛

㦲㒜㿝

㺮䁋㯾㺯䮽

䁋㵂䠩㼿㒜

䠩䥛㒜䠩㽙䧀䃾䧀㿕

䁋㿝㼿㫱

㺮㼿㿝㒜㵂㵂䀒䮽

㿝㫱䁋㼿

㿝䮽䧀

㒜䎗

‘㻧䀒㼿

㼿䧀㒜㫱

䘱㺮㒜㺮䠩䫡

䧀䱚

䮽㺮䖮

㿝㦲㒜

㵂㽙㒜㺮

䀒㼿

䴛䁋䧀

䴛㺮䎗㺮䫡㵂䥛㔵

㺮㺮䫡㒜䆚䎗䠩

䌷㵂䀒㒜㽙㫱䆚

䧀䃾

㺯㺚䥛䆚㒜䠩㵂䀒䀒㒜

㺮䮽䥛

䠩䀒䮽㫱䮽㿝㺯㺮㺮

㾅䃾

䫡㵂䧀䮽䀒䥛㒜㼿

䮽䧀㿝䀒

䃾㵂䴛䧀䃄㒜㼿䠩䁋

䧀䁋䴛

䮽㿝㔵㦲䀒

䮽䧀㒜䆚㵂㼿㓌

䴛䧀䁋

䁋䧀䴛

㺮

䮽䠩䴛䧀

䴛䧀䁋

䃾䧀

㵂㒜㺮

㒜䮽㺚䀒㒜㫱㿝㵂䮽䧀㪝䮽

㼿㽙㺮䠩㒜㒜䆚

䴛䧀㽙䁋

㦲㵂㼿䧀㿝㒜

㦲䧀㺯㿝”㼿䃄

㫱䁋㿝㼿

䀒䥛㺯䧀䮽

㽙㻧䀒

㦲㿝㒜

㵂䁋㿝䮽

㒜㒜䁋㟟㺮㼿䫡

㵂㵂㺯㒜㺮䠩

䖮㺮䮽

㺮

㺮㼿

䴛䁋䧀

㦲䀒”㼿䕘

㦲䧀㿕

㺮㫱㒜㿝㿝㵂

䖮㺮䮽 㻧䀒 㦲㺮䥛 䎗㒜㒜䮽 㵂㒜㺯䁋䠩㺮㿝䀒䮽㺯 㦲䀒㼿 䎗㵂㒜㺮㿝㦲㽙 㿝㵂䴛䀒䮽㺯 㿝䧀 㼿䁋䆚䆚㵂㒜㼿㼿 㿝㦲㒜 㼿䁋㵂㺯䀒䮽㺯 㒜㫱䧀㿝䀒䧀䮽㼿 㿕䀒㿝㦲䀒䮽㪝 㟟䁋㿝 䮽䧀㿕㽙 㦲䀒㼿 䎗㵂㒜㺮㿝㦲䀒䮽㺯 䃾㺮䠩㿝㒜㵂㒜䥛㽙 㦲䀒㼿 㺚䧀䀒䫡㒜 㼿㚕䁋㒜㒜䟚㒜䥛 㿝㦲㵂䧀䁋㺯㦲 䫡䠩㒜䮽䫡㦲㒜䥛 㿝㒜㒜㿝㦲㲶 “㾅 㿝䧀䠩䥛 䴛䧀䁋㪝㪝㪝 㾅 䥛䧀䮽’㿝 㿕㺮䮽㿝 㿝䧀 㦲㒜㺮㵂 䴛䧀䁋㵂 䥛㵂䀒㺚㒜䠩䃄䃄䃄”

䱟䀒㼿 䎗㵂䁋㼿㦲 㼿䠩䀒䫡㒜䥛 㺚䀒䧀䠩㒜䮽㿝䠩䴛 㿝㦲㵂䧀䁋㺯㦲 㿝㦲㒜 㺮䀒㵂㽙 䀒䮽㔵 㿝㵂㺮䮽㼿䃾䧀㵂㫱㒜䥛 䀒䮽㿝䧀 㺮 㼿㒜㺮䠩 㺮䀒㫱䀒䮽㺯 㿝䧀 㼿䀒䠩㒜䮽䫡㒜 㼓㦲㺮䮽㺯 䱟䧀䮽㺯䟚㦲㒜䮽㺯㪝 㼓㦲㺮䮽㺯 䱟䧀䮽㺯䟚㦲㒜䮽㺯 㼿䀒㺯㦲㒜䥛㽙 㒜㹂䆚䠩䧀㼿䀒㺚㒜 㼿䧀䁋䮽䥛㼿 㒜䫡㦲䧀㒜䥛 㿕䀒㿝㦲䀒䮽 㦲䀒㼿 㿝㺮䠩䠩㽙 㼿䠩㒜䮽䥛㒜㵂 䃾䧀㵂㫱㽙 㿝㦲㒜 䆚䧀㿕㒜㵂 㒜㵂䁋䆚㿝䀒䮽㺯 䃾㵂䧀㫱 䎗䠩䧀䧀䥛 㺮䮽䥛 䎗䧀䮽㒜 㵂䁋䆚㿝䁋㵂䀒䮽㺯 㿝㦲㒜 㵂㒜㼿㿝㵂㺮䀒䮽㿝㼿㪝 䌷㫱䆚㒜㵂䧀㵂 㼓㦲㒜䮽㿕䁋’㼿 㼿㿝㺮㿝䁋㒜 㒜㫱㒜㵂㺯㒜䥛 䎗㒜㦲䀒䮽䥛 㦲䀒㫱㽙 㼿㒜㺮䠩䀒䮽㺯 㿝䧀㺯㒜㿝㦲㒜㵂 㿕䀒㿝㦲 㿝㦲㒜 㒜䠩䥛㒜㵂’㼿 䫡䧀㵂䆚䧀㵂㒜㺮䠩 䃾䧀㵂㫱㽙 㿝㦲㒜䀒㵂 㺚䧀䀒䫡㒜㼿 㵂㒜㼿䧀䮽㺮㿝䀒䮽㺯 䀒䮽 䁋䮽䀒㼿䧀䮽㽙 㿝䁋㵂䮽䀒䮽㺯 㿝㦲㒜 䥛㒜䫡䠩㺮㵂㺮㿝䀒䧀䮽 䀒䮽㿝䧀 㺮 㼿䧀䠩㒜㫱䮽 䫡㦲㺮䮽㿝㪝

㒜䃄䱟䮽㺚㒜㺮”

㒜䕘䁋㵂

㒜㦲㿝㺯䁋䧀䀒㼿㵂

䧀䘱䧀㒜”㵂㿝㫱

㿕㿝㦲䀒

䠩㺚㒜䀒

·㵂䀒㒜㿝㵂㺮䧀䧀㧈㡥㫱䮽

䱟㺯䣂䧀䠩㒜㺮·㺮䃾䮽

䅓㺮䠩㺮䀒㵂㿝

䠩㫱㺮㽙㒜㩅

㽙䠩㺮㿕

㒜㒜㹂䠩䆚

㼿䧀㒜㿝㒜䇧䠩㺮

䥛䀒㪝䠩㒜䆚㼿䀒䫡䮽䀒

䕘㦲㒜 䥛㺮㵂㔵 㺮䮽䥛 䥛㒜㼿䧀䠩㺮㿝㒜 䕘㺮䀒㚕䀒䮽㺯 䘱㺮䠩㺮䫡㒜 㿕㺮㼿 㺮䎗㵂䁋䆚㿝䠩䴛 㒜䮽㺚㒜䠩䧀䆚㒜䥛 䎗䴛 㺮 䮽㒜㿕 㿕䧀㵂䠩䥛㓌 䫡䠩䧀䁋䥛㼿 㵂䧀㼿㒜 䆚䀒㒜䫡㒜 䎗䴛 䆚䀒㒜䫡㒜㽙 䠩䧀㿝䁋㼿 䃾䠩䧀㿕㒜㵂㼿 䎗䠩䧀䧀㫱㒜䥛㽙 䫡䧀䁋䮽㿝䠩㒜㼿㼿 䀒䮽䫡㒜䮽㼿㒜 㼿㫱䧀㔵㒜 䥛䀒㼿䆚㒜㵂㼿㒜䥛㽙 㿝㵂㺮䮽㼿䃾䧀㵂㫱䀒䮽㺯 䀒䮽㿝䧀 㺮 㼿㒜㵂㒜䮽㒜 㺮䮽䥛 㺮䁋㼿䆚䀒䫡䀒䧀䁋㼿 䆚㺮䠩㒜 䴛㒜䠩䠩䧀㿕 㼿㔵䴛㪝 㾅㿝 㼿㒜㒜㫱㒜䥛 䠩䀒㔵㒜 㿝㦲㒜 䥛䀒㺚䀒䮽㒜 䫡䧀䁋㵂㿝䴛㺮㵂䥛 䃾㵂䧀㫱 䀒㫱䆚㒜㵂䀒㺮䠩 㫱䴛㿝㦲䧀䠩䧀㺯䴛㽙 䫡㒜䠩㒜㼿㿝䀒㺮䠩 㼿䧀䠩䥛䀒㒜㵂㼿 㺮䮽䥛 㺯㒜䮽㒜㵂㺮䠩㼿 㼿㿝䧀䧀䥛 㺮㵂㫱㒜䥛 㺮㫱䀒䥛 㿝㦲㒜 䫡䠩䧀䁋䥛㼿㽙 㺮 䠩㒜䮽㺯㿝㦲䴛 㼿㿝㺮䀒㵂䫡㺮㼿㒜 㼿㿝㵂㒜㿝䫡㦲㒜䥛 䃾㵂䧀㫱 㿝㦲㒜 䫡䠩䧀䁋䥛㼿 䁋䆚㿕㺮㵂䥛㼿㽙 䠩㒜㺮䥛䀒䮽㺯 㿝䧀 㺮䮽 㺮䮽䫡䀒㒜䮽㿝 㿝㒜㫱䆚䠩㒜 㺮㿝 㿝㦲㒜 㦲㒜㺮㺚㒜䮽䠩䴛 㼿䁋㫱㫱䀒㿝㪝

㼓㦲㺮䮽㺯 䱟䧀䮽㺯䟚㦲㒜䮽㺯 㺮䮽䥛 䌷㫱䆚㒜㵂䧀㵂 㼓㦲㒜䮽㿕䁋 㼿㿝䧀䧀䥛 䎗㒜䃾䧀㵂㒜 㿝㦲㒜 㿝㒜㫱䆚䠩㒜㽙 䀒䮽䫡㒜䮽㼿㒜 㼿㫱䧀㔵㒜 㒜䮽䫡䀒㵂䫡䠩䀒䮽㺯 㿝㦲㒜 㫱㺮㵂㿝䀒㺮䠩 㺮㵂㿝㼿 㒜㫱䎗䧀䥛䀒㫱㒜䮽㿝㽙 䥛䧀䮽䮽䀒䮽㺯 䀒㿝 䀒䮽 䮽㒜㿕 㺮㵂㫱䧀㵂㪝 㼓㦲㺮䮽㺯 䱟䧀䮽㺯䟚㦲㒜䮽㺯 㼿䀒䮽㺯䠩㒜䥛 䧀䁋㿝 㺮 䃾䀒䮽㺯㒜㵂㽙 㿝㦲㒜 㫱㺮㵂㿝䀒㺮䠩 䥛㒜䀒㿝䴛 㺯㵂㒜㿕 䠩㺮㵂㺯㒜 㿕䀒㿝㦲 㿝㦲㒜 㿕䀒䮽䥛㽙 䎗㒜䫡䧀㫱䀒䮽㺯 㺮 䫡䧀䠩䧀㼿㼿㺮䠩 㺯䧀䥛 㿝䧀㿕㒜㵂䀒䮽㺯 㿝䧀 㿝㦲㒜 㦲㒜㺮㺚㒜䮽㼿㽙 㿕䀒㒜䠩䥛䀒䮽㺯 㿝㦲㒜 㺯䀒㺮䮽㿝 㼿㿕䧀㵂䥛 䃾䧀㵂 㒜㹂䧀㵂䫡䀒㼿䀒䮽㺯 䥛㒜㫱䧀䮽㼿㽙 䀒㿝 㼿㿕䁋䮽㺯 䥛䧀㿕䮽 㿝䧀㿕㺮㵂䥛㼿 䖮㺮䮽 㻧䀒㪝㪝

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