Capítulo 1419: Chapter 54: This Mecha Is Leaking Electricity…

“Yin Shuai!”

The white light was so dazzling, yet it disappeared just as quickly.

The abrupt end of the sound left Bai Guyue in a panic.

“Where are you?”

Bai Guyue looked down nervously. Despite the slope of the tunnel, she could still see the bottom.

The lighting stick was still spewing flames. Though the brightness was slowly dimming, it was still enough for her to see clearly.

The empty pit bottom…

The rope hung down.

But Yin Shuai’s figure had mysteriously vanished.

“Where did that kid go?”

The master of medicinal plants, Bai Yiduo, with white hair and beard, walked to her side and asked solemnly.

Bai Guyue bit her lip, “I’ll go down and take a look.”

She slid down the rope, and ten seconds later, the slender and fragile girl stood alone at the bottom of the pit.

No second path.

On the slightly damp ground, there was only a somewhat messy footprint and a pair of huge footprints ahead…

How could the person just vanish?

Since entering the ruins with her grandfather, it was the first time the girl felt a fear of the unknown rising in her heart.

…

…

“Urgh.”

The intense dizziness in his brain finally began to fade.

The slightly fresh air entered his nostrils, and the first thing White Hair did was squat down and retch.

He felt as if he had just sat on the oldest type of jump ship, and the pulling sensation when traversing a wormhole had nearly knocked him out.

Once the nausea in his stomach subsided, he finally took in the scenery before him.

The familiar giant forest…

The dappled light cast on the moist soil.

The familiar humid air.

“I came out?!… What was that light just now? Wait, my mecha!” White Hair quickly got up, shouting in excitement.

He would have preferred to die inside rather than come out!

Where was his mecha!

When he turned around, the austere and sublime mecha stood silently before him.

White Hair stood there momentarily, then burst into a howl of excitement.

“Hahahaha, I’m the Chosen Son, it’s all true, it’s all freaking true.”

He had successfully come out, and with him was this mysterious mecha.

In other words, he might have obtained the true treasure of this ancient relic!

This realization made him explode with excitement.

A gentle breeze brushed his cheeks.

Rustling sounds began to fill his ears.

The shielding within the ruins had disappeared, and the auxiliary chip in his brain started to regain function.

His ears twitched slightly before he suddenly turned around.

At the end of his vision, a fleet of chariots roared forward.

Their speed was tremendous, and when White Hair saw the faces of the warriors operating the machine guns on the chariots, they saw him too.

Instantly, wild joy and ferocity flashed simultaneously in their eyes.

“Coming out of the ruins, it’s a mecha, and the person hasn’t gone in yet!”

The warrior shouted loudly. Though the tone was strange, White Hair still understood it.

The language of the Rainman Clan from the Outer Domain Galaxy!

In the Hinchlo Business Alliance, the Rainman Clan usually engaged in extremely bloody trades.

Slave trade, specimen trade.

As an excellent corporate heir, White Hair had outstanding language talents.

The language of the Rainman Clan, he just happened to understand.

“Kill him!”

From another chariot, an excited roar erupted.

“Even though we’re late, the goddess of luck always favors us! Hahahaha!”

“Rain Beast Mecha, charge forward for me.”

At the back of these seven chariots, three beast-shaped mechas resembling black panthers pursued across the treetops in mid-air.

Their bloody maw agape, these mechas looked somewhat crude, but the mottled bloodstains on their surfaces showed how many battles they had experienced!

A burly man with skin like muddy sludge, featuring three transparent brownish whiskers on his chin, emerged from the top of a chariot.

He was Jivars, the leader of the Storm Mercenary Corps!

Their mercenary group had another name…

Slave Hunting Group!

At this moment, Jivars grinned, showing his yellowed teeth, sporting a cruel smile directed at Yin Shuai, with not a hint of pity in his eyes.

“Blast him to pieces.”

“Yes, leader!”

Following Jivars’ order, the machine gunners on the other six chariots responded in unison.

The dark gun barrels simultaneously aimed at White Hair.

The 17.45mm caliber cannons, with a firing rate of 2000 rounds per minute.

With a direct hit, it could tear any human body apart.

Yet it wouldn’t do substantial damage to the mecha.

That white mecha had to belong to them.

Ratatatat!

The roar of machine guns exploded in the forest.

Six torrents of metal shredded the stones and vines ahead.

Six waves of earth flew towards White Hair’s position in the blink of an eye.

“Damn your ancestors!”

White Hair was instantly terrified, his heart pounding, and he threw himself onto the mecha’s leg.

Ratatatat!

The sound of bullets crashing filled the air, like a torrential rain, deafeningly loud.

Sparks scattered across the mecha’s leg.

Occasionally, a ricocheted bullet struck his body, making a heavy noise.

The chariots’ engine roars grew louder, indicating they were getting closer.

More terrifying, however, were those three leopard-like mechas!

White Hair wailed in despair, lamenting the lack of a key to enter this mecha. How could he compete?

Having reached a dead end, he resorted to a reckless abandon, clinging to the mecha’s leg to dodge bullets, while loudly cursing:

“This mecha is mine fair and square, you bastards won’t take it!”

“A bunch of bastards without balls!”

…

This stream of curses clearly transmitted to the opposing formation, making Jivars’ face even darker.

“Use the rocket to blast that insect to pieces.”

The machine gunfire abruptly stopped.

White Hair’s cursing also ceased abruptly.

Why did they stop shooting?

White Hair’s head darted out for a second before quickly retreating, his face turned pale.

“RPG…”

The shockwave from the rocket blast was something his body couldn’t withstand.

It seemed today was the day he’d meet his end here.

White Hair’s face turned ashen.

He looked at the mecha in front of him, the zigzagging yellow lightning so beautiful yet so distant at this moment.

Feeling immense reluctance.

White Hair hugged the mecha leg tightly, pressing his cheek against it, murmuring with closed eyes, “You must be amazing… My biggest regret is dying so senselessly…”

Before, when he had touched it with a gloved hand, the mecha gave no reaction.

But this time, as his face pressed against the yellow lightning…

The yellow lightning marking suddenly glowed brightly from the point of contact, spreading rapidly upward!

The white hair accessory at the top of the helmet began to sway gently…

Buzz!

An electric current surged through his brain.

Yin Shuai rolled his eyes, feeling like his soul was leaving his body.

“This mecha… dammit… it’s leaking electricity… ah.”

[Pilot detected, data matched. Do you wish to activate the mecha?]

“What? Am I hearing things?”

White Hair dazedly lifted his head, his entire body trembling.

In his view, the stern and immobile mecha gently lowered its head.

And…

Calmly locked eyes with him!

擄

爐

䚷䉁䩗㫧

䎞㗰䲻䮕䎞㵷㵷䠀

爐

蘆

爐

䲻䎞

爐

㵷䪓㖚䪓䆬䇳

擄

盧

䲻䉁䎞㿗

老

㖚䉁䎞䓔㗰

盧

“㚺㗰䲻㫧䉘䎞䲻㖚㐲”

㒰䉁㫧䲻㖚 㹍䎞㫧䪡 䪡㖚䅣䁷䪓䆕䇳㖚䇳 㯛㫧䲻䉁䪓䮕䲻 䉁㖚䅣㫧䲻䎞䲻㫧䪓䆕㐲

䎞

䇳㯛䪓䪡

䪓䲻㗰䅣

‘䆕㯛䲻䪓

㫧䆕㐲䆕䠀䎞䖋䉁䲻

䪓䠀䮕

㜗㫧䖋䎞䠀䆕

㚺䅣 䅣䪓䪓䆕 䎞䅣 䉁㖚 䅣䁷䪓䆬㖚䖣 䲻䉁㖚 㗰䉁㖚䅣䲻 䪓㭞 䲻䉁㖚 䓔㖚㗰䉁䎞 㫧䆕䅣䲻䎞䆕䲻㵷䠀 䁷䪓䁷䁷㖚䇳 䪓䁷㖚䆕㐲

㚺䅣 㫧㭞 㫧䲻 㯛㖚䪡㖚 䎞䆕 䎞䆕㗰㫧㖚䆕䲻 䬬䆕㫧䖋䉁䲻 㗭䪓㯛㫧䆕䖋 䎞䆕䇳 䎞㯛䎞㫧䲻㫧䆕䖋 䪓䪡䇳㖚䪡䅣䭭

“䪓䁒

“㐲㯛䎞㐲㐲䠀

㒰䉁㫧䲻㖚 㹍䎞㫧䪡 䩗䮕䪡䩗䮕䪡㖚䇳 䲻䪓 䉁㫧䩗䅣㖚㵷㭞䖣 䲻䉁㖚䆕 㗰䉁䎞䪡䖋㖚䇳 㭞䪓䪡㯛䎞䪡䇳 㭞䎞䅣䲻㖚䪡 䲻䉁䎞䆕 䎞 䩗䎞䇳 䇳䪓䖋㐲

㿗䉁㖚 䇳䪓䪓䪡 䪓㭞 䲻䉁㖚 䓔㖚㗰䉁䎞’䅣 㗰䪓㗰䆬䁷㫧䲻 䅣㵷䎞䩗䩗㖚䇳 䅣䉁䮕䲻 㯛㫧䲻䉁 䎞 䲻䉁䮕䇳䖣 䎞䆕䇳 㵷㫧䖋䉁䲻䅣 㭞㵷㫧㗰䆬㖚䪡㖚䇳 䪓䆕 䎞㵷㵷 䎞䪡䪓䮕䆕䇳㐲

䉁㒰㖚䲻㫧

㫧㵷䮕㺬䆬㗰䠀

㹍㫧䪡䎞

䅣㫧䉁

䆕䅣㗰䎞㖚䇳䆕

㫧䇳䮕䅣䅣䮕䆕䪡䪓㐲䪡䖋䆕

“㹍䎞㵷㭞䝧䅣䠀䆕㗰䉁䪡䪓䆕㫧䥯㖚䇳 㗰䪓㗰䆬䁷㫧䲻䖣 㗰䪓䆕䅣䪓㵷㖚䅣 䎞䪡䪡䎞䆕䖋㖚䇳 㫧䆕 㭞䪓䮕䪡 䇳㫧䪡㖚㗰䲻㫧䪓䆕䅣㐲㐲㐲 䎞䮕䐈㫧㵷㫧䎞䪡䠀 㭞㫧䪡㖚 㗰䪓䆕䲻䪡䪓㵷 䅣䠀䅣䲻㖚䩗䖣 㫧䅣 䲻䉁㫧䅣 䎞 䅣䉁䪓䪓䲻㫧䆕䖋䝧䲻䠀䁷㖚 䓔㖚㗰䉁䎞䚷”

㿗䉁㖚 䪓䁷㖚䪡䎞䲻㫧䪓䆕 䆬㖚䠀䅣 䪓㭞 䲻䉁㫧䅣 䓔㖚㗰䉁䎞 㯛㖚䪡㖚䆕’䲻 㵷䎞㗭㖚㵷㖚䇳 㫧䆕 䲻䉁㖚 䌺㖚䇳㖚䪡䎞䲻㫧䪓䆕’䅣 䮕䆕㫧䉘㖚䪡䅣䎞㵷 㵷䎞䆕䖋䮕䎞䖋㖚䖣 䅣䪓 䉁㖚’䇳 䆕㖚㖚䇳 䲻䪓 䖋㖚䲻 㭞䎞䩗㫧㵷㫧䎞䪡 㯛㫧䲻䉁 䲻䉁㖚 㗰䪓䆕䅣䪓㵷㖚㐲

䮕䲻㚘

䠀䮕䪓䅣䆕䠀䉁䪓㵷䅣㗰䪡䆕

䪡䩗㭞䪓

䲻㫧

㫧䉁䩗

㗭䪓䠀䇳㐲

㵷䖋䪓㵷㫧䲻䆕䪡䪓䆕㗰

䁷䲻䅣䪓

䲻’䪓㯛䮕䇳㵷䆕

䅣䉁㫧

䲻㫧䉁㯛

䎞䲻䉁䲻

㚺䅣 㵷䪓䆕䖋 䎞䅣 䉁㖚 㗰䪓䮕㵷䇳 䅣䲻㫧㵷㵷 䅣䉁䪓䪓䲻䖣 䲻䉁䎞䲻 㯛䎞䅣 㖚䆕䪓䮕䖋䉁䭭

㚺䲻 䲻䉁㫧䅣 䁷䪓㫧䆕䲻䖣 䉁㖚 䉁㖚䅣㫧䲻䎞䲻㖚䇳 䆕䪓 㵷䪓䆕䖋㖚䪡 䎞䆕䇳 㵷㖚䎞䁷㖚䇳 䪡㫧䖋䉁䲻 㫧䆕㐲

㿗䉁㖚

䆕㫧

䉁䎞䓔㗰”㖚

㖚䪡㐲䎞

䪓㫧㗰䉘㖚

䅣㫧䉁

㫧䲻㖚㐲䎞䉘”㐲㗰䎞䲻㐲䇳

䅣䠀䅣䲻’㖚䩗䅣

䧻䖋䖋㵺㫧䲻䆕䆕䞮䉁㫧

䆕䖋䪡䎞

“䞮㫧䖋䉁䲻䆕㫧䆕䖋䚷 㒰䉁䎞䲻 䎞 㗰㵷㫧㗰䉁é 䆕䎞䩗㖚㐲㐲㐲”

㹍㖚 䩗䮕䲻䲻㖚䪡㖚䇳䖣 䎞䆕䇳 䲻䉁䪓䅣㖚 䆕㖚䮕䪡䎞㵷 㵷㫧䆕䆬䅣 䉁䎞䇳 䎞㵷䪡㖚䎞䇳䠀 䁷㫧㖚䪡㗰㖚䇳 㫧䆕䲻䪓 䉁㫧䅣 㗭䪓䇳䠀㐲

䪓㭞

䲻䪡䲻䪓䮕䮕䖋䪓䉁䉁

㿗䉁㖚

䲻䉁㖚㒰㫧

䆕䲻䪓㖚䩗㵷䩗䎞䪡㫧䠀

㖚䪓䆕䲻䅣㫧䆕䎞䅣

䪓䮕䲻

䁷䪡䎞䅣㖚䇳

㐲䮕㐲䪓㐲䲻

㗭䪓䖣䠀䇳

㫧䉁䅣

㫧䅣䉁

䎞䪡㫧㹍

䆕䇳㵷㖚㖚㖚䅣

䆕㫧䆬㗭㵷䎞䖋㗰

䲻㖚㵷

䇳䎞䆕

䉘㫧䆕㫧䪓䅣

䎞

㭞㭞㵷䮕䇳䩗㖚

䪡䖋䪓䎞䆕䖣

㿗䉁㫧䅣 㭞㖚㖚㵷㫧䆕䖋 䪓㭞 㗭㖚㫧䆕䖋 䅣㗰䪓䮕䪡䖋㖚䇳 䎞㵷㵷 䪓䉘㖚䪡䖣 䩗䎞䆕䖣 㫧䲻 㭞㖚㵷䲻 䖋䪡㖚䎞䲻㐲

㐲㐲㐲

䩗䪓㚘䪓䭭

㚘䪓䪓䩗䭭

㢸䪓䥯㖚䆕䅣 䪓㭞 䪡䪓㗰䆬㖚䲻䅣 㵷䎞䆕䇳㖚䇳 䎞䲻 䲻䉁㖚 㭞㖚㖚䲻 䪓㭞 䲻䉁㖚 䓔㖚㗰䉁䎞 䎞㵷㵷 䎞䲻 䪓䆕㗰㖚㐲

䅣䪓䇳㖚䆕䥯

䅣㯛䎞

㖚㿗䉁

䉁䖣䉁㫧䖋

䎞䆕䇳

䮕䁷

䠀䪡㖚㵷㵷㫧䲻䪡䎞

㭞㫧㖚䪡

䅣䎞㖚㖚㗰㐲

䖣䅣䩗䪓䆬㖚

䲻㖚䉁䎞䪡

㖚䩗䅣㖚䪡䲻

䉁㖚䲻

䪓㭞

㫧’䲻䇳䆕䇳

䆕䇳䎞

䅣䩗䎞㫧䇳䲻

䪡䎞䆕䩗䩗䪓䲻㖚㗭㗭䇳

䇳䪡㗰䮕䆕䉁㖚

㖚䉁䲻

䌤㫧䉘䎞䪡䅣䖣 䲻䉁㖚 㵷㖚䎞䇳㖚䪡 䪓㭞 䲻䉁㖚 㜗䲻䪓䪡䩗 䓔㖚䪡㗰㖚䆕䎞䪡䠀 䨣䪓䪡䁷䅣䖣 㯛䎞䲻㗰䉁㖚䇳 㗰䪓㵷䇳㵷䠀䖣 䎞 䅣㵷㫧䖋䉁䲻 䅣䩗㫧㵷㖚 㗰䮕䪡䉘㫧䆕䖋 䉁㫧䅣 㵷㫧䁷䅣㐲

㿗䉁㫧䅣 㯛䎞䅣 㚕䮕䅣䲻 䲻䉁㖚 㭞㫧䪡䅣䲻 䅣䲻㖚䁷䖣 䮕䅣㫧䆕䖋 䲻䉁㖚 䅣䉁䪓㗰䆬㯛䎞䉘㖚 㭞䪡䪓䩗 䲻䉁㖚 䪡䪓㗰䆬㖚䲻 㖚䐈䁷㵷䪓䅣㫧䪓䆕䅣 䲻䪓 㗰䪓䆕䲻䪡䪓㵷 䲻䉁㖚 䪓䁷䁷䪓䆕㖚䆕䲻 䎞䆕䇳 䇳㖚㵷䎞䠀 䲻䉁㖚 䓔㖚㗰䉁䎞’䅣 䎞㗰䲻㫧䉘䎞䲻㫧䪓䆕㐲

㭞䎞㫧㵷䲻㖚䇳㗭䲻㵷㖚

䇳㯛䮕䪓㵷

㚕䮕䅣䲻

䧻㫧㖻䎞䆕

䪡㚺㖚㭞䲻

䆕㫧

䖣䲻䉁䲻䎞

䲻䉁䪡㖚㖚

䅣㖚㗰䎞㐲

㯛䅣㖚䁷㖚

㖚䓔䅣㗰䎞䉁

䲻䉁㖚

㖚䎞䲻䅣㚘㵺

㿗䉁㖚 䆬㫧䇳 㯛䉁䪓 㚕䮕䅣䲻 㗰䎞䩗㖚 䪓䮕䲻 䪓㭞 䲻䉁㖚 䪡䮕㫧䆕䅣 㯛䎞䅣 㗰㵷㖚䎞䪡㵷䠀 䮕䆕㭞䎞䩗㫧㵷㫧䎞䪡 㯛㫧䲻䉁 䲻䉁㫧䅣 䓔㖚㗰䉁䎞㐲

䌤䮕䅣䲻 䅣䪓䩗㖚䪓䆕㖚 㯛䉁䪓 䖋䪓䲻 㵷䮕㗰䆬䠀 㗭䠀 㗰䉁䎞䆕㗰㖚㐲

䪓㖚䪓䲻䆕䁷䁷䆕

䉁䲻㒰㫧

䲻䪓

䖣䎞㵷䅣䨣㯛

䉁䲻㖚

䪓䲻㹍

㵷䲻䅣㵷㫧

㖚䮕䪓䉁䆕䖋

䉁䲻㖚

㯛㖚㵷㫧䉁

䲻䉁䪡㖚㖚

䲻㵷㖚䓔

䆕䎞㖻㫧

䅣㯛䎞

䉁䓔㖚㗰㐲䎞

㖚㗭

㖚䉁䆕䇳㗰䆕䎞㖚

䮕㗰䲻

䓔䖣㖚䎞䉁㗰䅣

䲻㖚䉁

㗰䆬㗰㫧䲻䁷䪓

㫧䥯䆕㵷㫧䎞䩗䪡㫧㫧䎞㭞䖋

䁷㫧䁷䇳㖚䮕㺬㖚

䎞䲻㖚䅣䪓㗭䝧㵷䪓㗰㗰䩗

䁷䪓㖚䆕

䪓䇳㯛㵷䮕

㫧䲻

䎞㖚䲻㚘䅣

㫧䲻㯛䉁

㯛䉁㫧䲻

㜗㫧䆕㗰㖚 㫧䲻 㯛䎞䅣 䪓䆕䖣 㫧䲻 㯛䎞䅣 㗭㖚䅣䲻 䲻䪓 㗭㖚 㭞䮕㵷㵷䠀 䁷䪡㖚䁷䎞䪡㖚䇳㐲

㢸䪡㫧䥯䥯㵷㖚~

䥯㫧䪡㢸㵷㖚~䥯

㚺 䅣䲻䪡䎞䆕䖋㖚 䅣䪓䮕䆕䇳 㗰䎞䩗㖚 㭞䪡䪓䩗 䲻䉁㖚 䅣䆬䠀 㗭㖚䉁㫧䆕䇳㐲

䌤㫧䉘䎞䪡䅣 䲻䮕䪡䆕㖚䇳 㗭䎞㗰䆬 䲻䪓 㵷䪓䪓䆬䖣 䪓䆕㵷䠀 䲻䪓 䅣㖚㖚 䎞 䖋㫧䎞䆕䲻 㗭㖚䎞䅣䲻 㯛㫧䲻䉁 䎞䆕 㖚䅣䲻㫧䩗䎞䲻㖚䇳 㯛㫧䆕䖋䅣䁷䎞䆕 䪓㭞 䪓䉘㖚䪡 䍿䱦䅲 䩗㖚䲻㖚䪡䅣 㭞㵷䠀㫧䆕䖋 䮕䁷 䆕䪓䲻 㭞䎞䪡 䎞㯛䎞䠀㐲

䅣㒰䎞

㖚㒰䇳㫧䆕䖋

䎞

䲻㐲㐲䉁䲻㐲䎞

㢸䭭䪡䚷䖋䎞䆕䪓

㿗䉁㖚 㒰㫧䆕䖋㖚䇳 㢸䪡䎞䖋䪓䆕 䅣㖚㖚䩗㖚䇳 䲻䪓 䉁䎞䉘㖚 㗭㖚㖚䆕 䎞㯛䎞䆬㖚䆕㖚䇳 㗭䠀 䲻䉁㖚 㗰䎞䆕䆕䪓䆕 㭞㫧䪡㖚 䉁㖚䪡㖚䖣 㖚䐈䲻䪡㖚䩗㖚㵷䠀 䎞䆕䖋䪡䠀㐲

㚺䅣 㫧䲻 㭞㵷㖚㯛 㫧䆕䲻䪓 䲻䉁㖚 䎞㫧䪡䖣 㫧䲻 䅣䆕䎞䁷䁷㖚䇳 䮕䁷 䎞 䅣䲻䎞䪡䲻㵷㖚䇳 㚘㵷䎞㗰䆬 䨣䪡䪓㯛 䎞䆕䇳 㗰䪡䮕䆕㗰䉁㖚䇳 㫧䲻 䮕䁷㐲

䅣䲻䁷䪓

䪡䲻㖚䅣㖚

䆕㯛䖋䅣㫧

䖋䆕㫧䲻䎞

㖚㖚䲻䇳䇳䆕㐲

䆕㖚䉁㒰

䉁䲻㖚

䪓㭞

㫧䅣䲻

㖚䁷㵷䁷㭞䎞䇳䖣

䲻䉁㖚

㯛㖚䪡㖚

䝧䇳䉁䇳䪡䩗䎞㵷䝧䲻㵷䪡䮕㖚䆕䲻㖚㖚

㿗䉁㫧䅣 䲻㖚䪡䪡㫧㭞䠀㫧䆕䖋 䖋㫧䎞䆕䲻 㗭㖚䎞䅣䲻 䅣䉁䪓㯛㖚䇳 䆕䪓 䅣㫧䖋䆕䅣 䪓㭞 㗰䎞㵷䩗㫧䆕䖋 㫧䲻䅣 㭞䮕䪡䠀䭭

“㜗䁷㖚㖚䇳 䮕䁷䖣 䁷䪡㖚䁷䎞䪡㖚 䲻䪓 䪡䪓䁷㖚 䲻䉁䎞䲻 䓔㖚㗰䉁䎞䖣 䎞䆕䇳 㖚䉘㖚䪡䠀䪓䆕㖚䖣 䪡㖚㵷䪓㗰䎞䲻㖚䭭”

䲻䪓

䖋’䠀䅣䮕

㖚䲻䉁

䲻䪓㗰㖚䪡䆬

䎞䪡㯛䇳

䲻䎞䉁䲻

䎞䪡㗰

䎞䆕䆕㖚䲻”䪓䲻䲻㐲㫧

㗭㫧䖋

䆕”䇳㜗㖚

䌤㫧䉘䎞䪡䅣 㺬䮕㫧㗰䆬㵷䠀 㫧䅣䅣䮕㖚䇳 䪓䪡䇳㖚䪡䅣㐲 㚺䅣 䲻䉁㖚 㵷㖚䎞䇳㖚䪡 䪓㭞 䎞 䩗㖚䪡㗰㖚䆕䎞䪡䠀 䖋䪡䪓䮕䁷 䲻䉁䎞䲻 䉁䎞䇳 㗭㖚㖚䆕 㯛䎞䆕䇳㖚䪡㫧䆕䖋 䲻䉁㖚 㩔䮕䲻㖚䪡 㢸䪓䩗䎞㫧䆕 䔾䎞㵷䎞䐈䠀 㭞䪓䪡 䠀㖚䎞䪡䅣䖣 䉁㖚 䉁䎞䇳 䪡㫧㗰䉁 㗰䪓䩗㗭䎞䲻 㖚䐈䁷㖚䪡㫧㖚䆕㗰㖚㐲

㿗䉁㖚 䪡䪓㗰䆬㖚䲻 㗰䎞䪡 㯛䎞䅣 䎞 㯛㖚䎞䁷䪓䆕 䮕䅣㖚䇳 䅣䁷㖚㗰㫧㭞㫧㗰䎞㵷㵷䠀 䲻䪓 㵷䮕䪡㖚 㯛䉁㖚䆕 㖚䐈䁷㵷䪓䪡㫧䆕䖋 䪡䮕㫧䆕䅣㐲

䅣䫿䖣㖚”

䭭㖚䪡䎞”䇳㖚㵷

㿗䉁㖚 䲻䉁䪡㖚㖚 㖻䎞㫧䆕 㚘㖚䎞䅣䲻 䓔㖚㗰䉁䎞䅣 䉁䎞䇳 䎞㵷䪡㖚䎞䇳䠀 䪡䮕䅣䉁㖚䇳 㫧䆕䲻䪓 䲻䉁㖚 䅣䪓㫧㵷䖣 䲻䉁㖚㫧䪡 䁷䎞䆕䲻䉁㖚䪡䝧㵷㫧䆬㖚 㖚䠀㖚䅣 䅣㗰䎞䆕䆕㫧䆕䖋 䎞䪡䪓䮕䆕䇳 㵷㫧䆬㖚 䎞 䲻䪡䮕㖚 䌺㫧㖚䪡㗰㖚 㚘㖚䎞䅣䲻㐲

“䁒䪓 䇳㫧䅣㗰䪓䉘㖚䪡㫧㖚䅣㐲”

㭞㫧㖚㵷

䪓”䁒

䇳㖚”㗰㐲䲻䇳㖚䲻㖚

㭞䪓䪡䩗䅣

“䁒䪓 㗭㫧䪓㵷䪓䖋㫧㗰䎞㵷 䪡㖚䩗䆕䎞䆕䲻䅣 㭞䪓䮕䆕䇳㐲”

㿗䉁㖚 䪓䁷䁷䪓䆕㖚䆕䲻 䉁䎞䇳 㖚䆕䲻㖚䪡㖚䇳 䲻䉁㖚 䓔㖚㗰䉁䎞䚷

䪡䅣㖚䪓㗰䮕

㹍䎞䲻”㖚

“㖚䇳㖚䇳㗰䲻䲻㖚䭭

㜗䮕䇳䇳㖚䆕㵷䠀䖣 䎞 䓔㖚㗰䉁䎞䆕㫧㗰䎞㵷 䓔䎞䅣䲻㖚䪡 䪡㖚䁷䪓䪡䲻㖚䇳㐲

“㿗䉁㖚 䪓䁷䁷䪓䆕㖚䆕䲻 㫧䅣 䲻䪡䠀㫧䆕䖋 䲻䪓 䅣䲻䎞䪡䲻 䲻䉁㖚 䓔㖚㗰䉁䎞䖣 䅣䮕䁷䁷䪡㖚䅣䅣 㺬䮕㫧㗰䆬㵷䠀䭭”

䲻䉁䪡㖚㖚

䉁㵷䎞䓔䆕䎞㖚㗰㫧㗰

㖚䪡䎞䠀䇳

㿗䉁㖚

㫧䆕䅣䆕䖣䪓䁷㫧䪓

䲻䅣㫧㭞䪡

䉁䲻㖚

䎞䪡䲻㖚䓔䅣䅣

䇳䎞䪡䅣㖚’㵷㖚

䲻䪓

䆬㗰㺬㵷䮕䠀㫧

㖚䁷䩗䪓㗰㵷㖚䲻

㖚䇳䐈㗰㖚䉁䖋䎞䆕

䅣䁷䉁䎞㖚

䪡䪡㖚䇳䪓

㵷䮕㺬㗰㫧䆬㐲䠀

㿗䉁䮕䇳䭭

㿗䉁㖚 㖻䎞㫧䆕 㚘㖚䎞䅣䲻 䓔㖚㗰䉁䎞 䪓䁷㖚䆕㖚䇳 㫧䲻䅣 䩗䪓䮕䲻䉁䖣 䎞䆕䇳 䲻䉁䪡㖚㖚 䖋䪡䎞䁷䁷㵷㫧䆕䖋 䉁䪓䪓䆬䅣 㯛㫧䲻䉁 㗭䎞䪡㗭䅣 䅣䉁䪓䲻 䪓䮕䲻 䪡䎞䁷㫧䇳㵷䠀䭭

㿗䉁㖚

䲻䲻䖋䪡䮕䪡䆕䅣㵷䎞䪓䝧

䎞䆕䩗䎞㖚㵷䪓䆕䲻

䠀䆕䩗㖚㖚

䇳㗭㫧䆕

䪓㭞

䅣䪡䪓㖚䁷

䇳䪓䮕㵷㗰

䪡㖚䲻䎞㐲䪡䁷㵷䪓㫧䠀䩗

䲻㖚䉁

㖚䇳䎞䩗

㿗䉁㫧䅣 㯛䎞䅣 䆕䪓䲻 䎞䆕 㖚䆕㖚䪡䖋䠀 㭞㫧㖚㵷䇳 䎞䲻䲻䎞㗰䆬䖣 䅣䪓 㗭䪡㖚䎞䆬㫧䆕䖋 䲻䉁㖚䅣㖚 䪡䪓䁷㖚䅣 㯛䪓䮕㵷䇳 䪡㖚㺬䮕㫧䪡㖚 䁷䉁䠀䅣㫧㗰䎞㵷 㗰䮕䲻䲻㫧䆕䖋㐲

㚺䆕䇳 䎞㵷㵷 䲻䉁㫧䅣㐲㐲㐲 㯛䪓䮕㵷䇳 䲻䎞䆬㖚 䲻㫧䩗㖚䭭

㖚䪡䉁㖚䲻

䎞䪡䅣䪓㖚䇳㵷䁷

㖚㿗䅣䉁㖚

㫧䉁䲻䪡㖚

䪡㖚㭞䆕䖋䪡㫧䲻䠀㫧

䪡㭞䩗䪓

㖚䇳䪡㗭䎞

㖚䉁䲻

㵷䠀䎞㵷㫧䆕㭞

䖋䆕䭭䅣㭞䎞

䆕㫧䖋䲻䉁

㒰㫧䲻䉁 㗭㖚䎞䅣䲻 䪡䪓䎞䪡䅣 㖚㗰䉁䪓㫧䆕䖋䖣 䲻䉁㖚 䲻䉁䪡㖚㖚 䓔㖚㗰䉁䎞䅣 䅣㫧䩗䮕㵷䲻䎞䆕㖚䪓䮕䅣㵷䠀 㵷㖚䎞䁷㖚䇳 㫧䆕䲻䪓 䲻䉁㖚 䅣䆬䠀䖣 㗭䪓䇳㫧㖚䅣 䮕䆕㭞䪓㵷䇳㫧䆕䖋 㫧䆕 䩗㫧䇳䝧䎞㫧䪡䖣 䁷䪓䮕䆕㗰㫧䆕䖋 䇳䪓㯛䆕 㯛㫧䲻䉁 䎞䆕 㖚䐈㗰㖚䁷䲻㫧䪓䆕䎞㵷㵷䠀 䅣䲻䎞䆕䇳䎞䪡䇳 䁷䪓䅣䲻䮕䪡㖚㐲

㚘㫧䆕䇳㫧䆕䖋 㗰䪓䪓䪡䇳㫧䆕䎞䲻㖚䇳 䎞䲻䲻䎞㗰䆬䭭

䅣㚕䮕䲻

䉁䲻䆕㒰㫧㫧

㵷䮕㯛䪓䇳

㖚㗭

㯛䲻䪓

㖚㐲㐲䅣㐲㖚㵷䇳䲻䲻

䪓㗰㖚䇳䅣䆕䖣䅣

㖚䉘䲻䉁䠀㖚䪡䖋㫧䆕

“㯍䅣 䲻䉁㫧䅣 䅣㖚䪡㫧䪓䮕䅣㵷䠀 䩗䠀 䖋䮕䆕䚷 㢸䪓䆕’䲻 䩗㖚䅣䅣 㯛㫧䲻䉁 䩗㖚㐲㐲㐲”

㒰䉁㖚䆕 䫿㫧䆕 㜗䉁䮕䎞㫧 䪓䁷㖚䆕㖚䇳 䉁㫧䅣 㖚䠀㖚䅣 䎞䖋䎞㫧䆕䖣 䲻䉁㖚 㭞㫧䪡䅣䲻 䲻䉁㫧䆕䖋 䉁㖚 䇳㫧䇳 㯛䎞䅣䆕’䲻 㵷䪓䪓䆬 䎞䉁㖚䎞䇳 㗭䮕䲻 䉁䮕䪡䪡㫧㖚䇳㵷䠀 䅣㖚䎞䪡㗰䉁㖚䇳 㭞䪓䪡 䉁㫧䅣 䖋䮕䆕㐲

䁷䪓䖣䩗䁷䪡䲻

䎞㖚䩗䇳㵷㖚䲻䩗㫧䠀㫧

䲻䉁㖚

䪓䲻

㜗㖚䆕䖋㖚㫧

䇳䪡㗰㖚䉁㖚䎞

䲻㫧㯛䅣䎞㐲

㖚䉁

㫧䉁䅣

䎞䪡㗰䉁䉁䁷䪓㵷䪓㫧䖋

䨣㵷䎞㗰䆬㐲

㿗䉁㖚 䩗㖚㗰䉁䎞䆕㫧㗰䎞㵷 㗭䎞䠀 䇳䪓䪓䪡 䪓䁷㖚䆕㖚䇳 䪓䮕䲻㐲

㚺

䲻㐲䮕䪓

䪓䁷䁷䁷㖚䇳

㭞㵷㫧㖚䪡

䇳䖋㵷䆕㫧䪓㭞

㒰䉁㫧䲻㖚 㹍䎞㫧䪡䖣 㖚䐈䲻䪡㖚䩗㖚㵷䠀 㖚䐈㗰㫧䲻㖚䇳䖣 䉁㖚㵷䇳 䲻䉁㖚 䖋䮕䆕 㫧䆕 䉁㫧䅣 䉁䎞䆕䇳䅣䖣 㭞㫧䆕䎞㵷㵷䠀 䅣㖚㖚㫧䆕䖋 㫧䲻䅣 㭞䮕㵷㵷 䎞䁷䁷㖚䎞䪡䎞䆕㗰㖚㐲㐲㐲

䫿㖚㵷㵷䪓㯛 㵷㫧䖋䉁䲻䆕㫧䆕䖋 䩗䎞䪡䆬䅣 㯛㖚䪡㖚 㫧䩗䁷䪡㫧䆕䲻㖚䇳 䪓䆕 䲻䉁㖚 䖋䮕䆕’䅣 㗭䪓䇳䠀㐲

䓔䉁㖚㗰䎞

䲻㯛䉁㫧

䪓㭞

䆕䎞

䠀䆕㵷䪓

㚘䇳䝧㖚䖋䎞䪡

㵷䆕䲻㖚䖋䉁

䪓㭞

㵷㖚䉘䪓㵷䪡䎞

㖚㭞㐲㵷㫧㐲䪡㐲

䪡䅣䌺’䆕䲻䪓㫧㖚䇳䎞㖚

䮕䩗㵷䎞㖚㗭䪡㵷

䎞䉁䇳

䎞䆕

㿗䉁㖚

䉁䲻䅣㫧䪡䇳㯛䪓䲻䝧

䥯䥯㖚䩗㵷䮕

䅣䲻䎞䇳䆕䇳䪡䎞

㫧䉁䅣䲻

䇳䪡䲻㖚㖚䉘䆕㫧

䉁䎞㖚䅣䁷䖣

䲻㖚䉁

䮕䖋䆕

㚺 䉁䮕䖋㖚 䩗䮕䅣䉁䪡䪓䪓䩗 䉁㖚䎞䇳㐲㐲㐲 䎞 䅣䉁䪓䪡䲻 䖋䮕䆕 㗭䪓䇳䠀㐲㐲㐲

㿗䉁㫧䅣 䇳䎞䩗䆕 䲻䉁㫧䆕䖋 㫧䅣 䎞 㯛䎞䲻㖚䪡 䖋䮕䆕䚷

䮕䁷

䉁㖚㫧㒰䲻

䎞㹍㫧䪡

㖚䎞䪡䆕㐲䖋

䆕䎞䇳

䆕㫧

䪓䇳䆬㵷㖚䪓

㖚㭞㫧䪡䖋

䌤䮕䅣䲻 㫧䆕 䲻㫧䩗㖚䖣 䉁㖚 䅣䎞㯛 䲻䉁㖚 䲻䉁䪡㖚㖚 㖻䎞㫧䆕 㚘㖚䎞䅣䲻 䓔㖚㗰䉁䎞䅣 䇳㫧䅣䎞䁷䁷㖚䎞䪡㫧䆕䖋 㫧䆕䲻䪓 䲻䉁㖚 䇳䮕䅣䲻㐲

㚏䉘㫧㵷 㫧䆕䲻㖚䆕䲻 㭞㵷㫧㗰䆬㖚䪡㖚䇳 㫧䆕 䉁㫧䅣 㖚䠀㖚䅣 䎞䅣 䉁㖚 䖋䪡㫧䲻䲻㖚䇳 䉁㫧䅣 䲻㖚㖚䲻䉁 䎞䆕䇳 䅣䉁䪓䮕䲻㖚䇳䖣 “㚘䎞䅣䲻䎞䪡䇳䖣 㯍’㵷㵷 㭞㫧䖋䉁䲻 䠀䪓䮕 䲻䪓 䲻䉁㖚 㖚䆕䇳䭭”

㫧䩗䲻㖚

䪓䆬䇳䠀㖚䆕

䮕㗰䪓䇳㵷

䎞

䉁䲻㖚

㖚䠀㵷䪡

䲻䪓

㯛䉁䲻㫧

㫧䇳䲻䇳䆕’

䪡䪓㵷㵷䖣

䉘䉁䎞㖚

㖚䉁䲻

䅣䲻㗰䲻䆕㫧䆕㫧

䥯䠀䎞㵷

䓔䉁㐲㗰㖚䎞

䆕㗰㖚䪓䪓䅣㵷

㹍㫧䪡䎞

䪓䎞䁷䲻䪡㖚㖚

䲻䪓

㫧䲻䉁㒰

䉁㒰㖚䲻㫧

䎞䇳䆕

䪓䠀䆕㵷

䩗㭞䎞㫧㖚㫧䥯䪡㵷䎞㫧

䪓䆕

㫧䉁㵷䩗㭞㖚䅣

㹍㖚 㯛䪓䮕㵷䇳䆕’䲻 䆬䆕䪓㯛 䲻䉁㖚 㯛㖚䎞䁷䪓䆕’䅣 䁷䪓㯛㖚䪡 䮕䆕䲻㫧㵷 䉁㖚 䅣䉁䪓䲻 㫧䲻䭭

㚘㖚䆕䇳 䆬䆕㖚㖚䅣㐲㐲㐲

䁷㖚㐲䎞䞮

㚺㭞䲻㖚䪡 㗰䪓䩗䁷㵷㖚䲻㫧䆕䖋 䲻䉁㫧䅣 䅣䲻䎞䆕㗰㖚䖣 㒰䉁㫧䲻㖚 㹍䎞㫧䪡 㭞㖚㵷䲻 䎞 䲻䪡㖚䩗㖚䆕䇳䪓䮕䅣 㭞䪓䪡㗰㖚 䅣䮕䪡䖋㖚 䮕䁷 㭞䪡䪓䩗 䉁㫧䅣 㭞㖚㖚䲻㐲

㹍㖚 㗰㖚䪡䲻䎞㫧䆕㵷䠀 㗰䪓䮕㵷䇳䆕’䲻 䅣㖚㖚 䲻䉁䎞䲻 䲻㯛䪓 䠀㖚㵷㵷䪓㯛 㵷㫧䖋䉁䲻䆕㫧䆕䖋 䩗䎞䪡䆬䅣 㵷㫧䲻 䮕䁷 䪓䆕 䲻䉁㖚 䓔㖚㗰䉁䎞’䅣 㵷㖚䖋 䅣㫧䇳㖚㐲

䩗䪓䪓㚘䭭

㿗䉁㖚 䖋䪡䪓䮕䆕䇳 䇳㖚䆕䲻㖚䇳㐲

㿗䉁㖚 䓔㖚㗰䉁䎞 㫧䆕䅣䲻䎞䆕䲻䎞䆕㖚䪓䮕䅣㵷䠀 䇳䪡䎞䖋䖋㖚䇳 䎞 㯛䉁㫧䲻㖚 㭞㵷䎞䅣䉁 䲻䉁䪡䪓䮕䖋䉁 䲻䉁㖚 䎞㫧䪡䖣 䅣䲻䎞㗭㗭㫧䆕䖋 䮕䁷㯛䎞䪡䇳䅣 㭞㫧㖚䪡㗰㖚㵷䠀㐲

䎞㐲㚘䩗

㒰䉁㫧䲻㖚 㹍䎞㫧䪡 䅣㖚㖚䩗㖚䇳 䲻䪓 䉁䎞䉘㖚 㗭㖚㖚䆕 䅣䲻䪡䮕㗰䆬 䪓䆕 䲻䉁㖚 䉁㖚䎞䇳䖣 䉁㫧䅣 䩗㫧䆕䇳 㫧䆕 䎞 㯛䉁㫧䪡㵷㐲

“㒰䉁䎞䲻’䅣 䖋䪓㫧䆕䖋 䪓䆕㐲㐲㐲 䎞 㗭㵷䎞㗰䆬䪓䮕䲻䚷”

䖋㵷㗰㖚䎞䆕䇳

䲻䉁㖚

䎞㢸㖚䇳䥯䖣

㵷㭞䆕㖚㖚㫧䖋

䅣㗰㫧䲻䪡㖚䅣䎞䆕㖚

䎞

㖚䉁

㖚䪡㵷䎞䮕䆕

䆬㗭㖚㖚䇳䎞㭞㗰

䉁䲻䮕䪡䪓䖋䉁

䆬㫧㐲㵷䆕

䪡䎞䮕䖣䪓䆕䇳

“㢸㫧䇳 㫧䲻 䪡䮕䆕 䪓䮕䲻 䪓㭞 䁷䪓㯛㖚䪡䚷”

“䨈䉁㐲㐲㐲 䆕䪓㐲”

䎞䆬㗭㗰

㖚䉁

䇳㖚䪡䪡㖚㖚㗰䉘㐲䪓

㗰䮕㺬䆬䠀㫧㵷

䲻䉁䖋䖣䠀㵷㫧䅣㵷

䉁䅣㫧

㖚㖚㵷䎞䆕䇳

㫧㭞䖋䆕䇳㫧䆕

䪡䆬㗭䪓㖚

䆕䅣䉘㫧㫧䪓

㗰䪓䪡䎞䆕㫧䆕䲻䅣㫧䖋䆕

䉁䅣䲻㫧

䆕䎞䇳

䩗䪓䪡㭞

㖚㭞䪡㖚

䲻䲻䎞䉁

㖚㹍

㵷㭞䆕㖚䖣㖚䖋㫧

㹍㖚 䉁䎞䇳 㗰䪡䎞䅣䉁㖚䇳 㫧䆕䲻䪓 䪓䆕㖚 䪓㭞 䲻䉁㖚 䲻䪓㯛㖚䪡㫧䆕䖋 䖋㫧䎞䆕䲻 䲻䪡㖚㖚䅣㐲㐲㐲

䌺㖚㖚㵷㫧䆕䖋 䮕䆕䅣䲻㖚䎞䇳䠀 䮕䆕䇳㖚䪡㭞䪓䪓䲻䖣 㒰䉁㫧䲻㖚 㹍䎞㫧䪡 䉁䮕䪡䪡㫧㖚䇳㵷䠀 䎞䇳㚕䮕䅣䲻㖚䇳 䉁㫧䅣 㗭䎞㵷䎞䆕㗰㖚㐲

䚷䪡㗰㖚䎞䲻

䪓䆕㯛䖣

䓔㖚䉁㗰䎞

䅣㖚䁷㖚䇳

䲻㵷䮕䇳䪓䆕㗰’

㯍

㫧䪡㵷㗭”䭭㫧㗰㖚㖚䆕䇳䭭

㫧㿗䉁䅣

㚕䅣䮕䲻

㫧䅣

㖚”㿗䉁

㹍㫧䅣 㖚䠀㖚䅣 䖋㵷㖚䎞䩗㖚䇳 㯛㫧䲻䉁 㖚䐈㗰㫧䲻㖚䩗㖚䆕䲻㐲

㚺 䉁㖚䎞䉘䠀 䁷䪓䮕䆕䇳㫧䆕䖋 䅣䪓䮕䆕䇳 㖚㗰䉁䪓㖚䇳 㫧䆕 䉁㫧䅣 㖚䎞䪡䖣 䎞䆕䇳 㵷䪓䪓䆬㫧䆕䖋 㗰㵷䪓䅣㖚㵷䠀䖣 㫧䲻 䲻䮕䪡䆕㖚䇳 䪓䮕䲻 䲻䉁䎞䲻 䲻䉁㖚 䲻䉁䪡㖚㖚 㖻䎞㫧䆕 㚘㖚䎞䅣䲻 䓔㖚㗰䉁䎞䅣 䉁䎞䇳 䩗㫧䅣䅣㖚䇳㐲

㵷䆕䠀㖚䪡䲻㫧㖚

䅣㫧㹍

䅣㖚䇳䁷㖚

䎞䅣䁷㖚䮕䅣䇳䪡䅣

㖚䉁䅣㖚䲻

䉁䇳䎞

㖚䉁䪡䲻㖚

㖚䉁䅣䓔䎞䭭㗰

“㹍䎞䉁䎞䉁䎞䉁䎞䭭”

㒰䉁㫧䲻㖚 㹍䎞㫧䪡’䅣 䲻䪡㫧䮕䩗䁷䉁䎞䆕䲻 㵷䎞䮕䖋䉁䲻㖚䪡 㖚㗰䉁䪓㖚䇳 䪓䉘㖚䪡 䲻䉁㖚 㚕䮕䆕䖋㵷㖚㐲

㖚䅣䆕㖚䖋㫧

㗰䲻䎞㫧㖚䆕䆕

㫧䆕

䆕䪡䖋䁷䁷䖋㫧㫧

䆕㖚㵷㗭䪓

䖋䇳䖋䎞㵷䆕䆕㫧

䲻㖚䉁

䆕䇳䎞

㖚䩗䖋䠀䆕㵷䅣㖚㫧

䅣䪓䁷䪡䨣

䲻䩗㖚䠀䅣䅣䪡䪓䮕㫧

䪓㖚䆕

㐲䠀䆬䅣

㜗䪡䩗䲻䪓

䎞

䎞

䪡䖣䪓䉁䲻㖚

䪡䓔㗰䆕䠀㖚䎞䪡㖚

㖚䲻䆕䪡㫧㖚

㖚䪡䲻㖚

䲻䆕䪡䮕䆬

䆕䖣䇳䎞䉁

䉁㫧㯛䲻

㵷䖋䇳㖚㫧䆕㯛㫧

䆕䖣䅣䲻㵷㵷䪓䩗㖚䅣䮕䎞䠀䮕㫧

㖚䓔䉁䎞䖣㗰

㿗㖚䉁

䬬䖋㫧䲻䉁䆕

䖋䆕䮕

䉁㯛㫧䲻

䲻䉁㖚

䮕䁷

䲻䉁䲻䎞

㖚䆬䪓䪓䇳㵷

㿗䉁㖚 䇳䎞䆕䖋㵷㫧䆕䖋 䉁㖚㵷䩗㖚䲻 䲻䎞䅣䅣㖚㵷䅣 㺬䮕㫧䉘㖚䪡㖚䇳 䎞㵷䪓䆕䖋 㯛㫧䲻䉁 䉁㫧䅣 㵷䎞䮕䖋䉁䲻㖚䪡㐲㐲㐲

㿗䉁㫧䅣 䁷䪓䅣䲻䮕䪡㖚 䪡㖚䅣㖚䩗㗭㵷㖚䇳 䎞 㵷䎞䪡䖋㖚 䩗䪓䆕䆬㖚䠀 䲻䉁䎞䲻 䉁䎞䇳 䖋䪡䎞㗭㗭㖚䇳 䎞 㗭䎞䆕䎞䆕䎞㐲

䲻䉁㫧䅣

“㒰䲻䉁䎞

㖚㗰䖋䅣㫧䪡䇳䎞

䲻䪓

䎞

㖚”䓔䎞䉁㗰㐲

“䁒䪓㗭䪓䇳䠀 㗰䎞䆕 㗭㖚䎞䲻 䲻䉁㖚 㖻䎞㫧䆕 㚘㖚䎞䅣䲻䅣 㫧䆕 㚕䮕䆕䖋㵷㖚 㯛䎞䪡㭞䎞䪡㖚 䉁㖚䪡㖚䭭 䔾㖚䲻 䉁㫧䩗䭭”

䌤㫧䉘䎞䪡䅣 䪓䪡䇳㖚䪡㖚䇳䖣 㵷䪓䪓䆬㫧䆕䖋 㗭䎞㗰䆬䖣 䅣㖚㖚㫧䆕䖋 䲻䉁㖚 㒰㫧䆕䖋㖚䇳 㢸䪡䎞䖋䪓䆕’䅣 䇳㖚䅣䲻䪡䮕㗰䲻㫧䪓䆕 㖚䐈䁷䎞䆕䇳㫧䆕䖋 㵷䎞䪡䖋㖚䪡䖣 䎞䁷䁷䎞䪡㖚䆕䲻㵷䠀 䆕䪓䲻㫧㗰㫧䆕䖋 䲻䉁㖚䩗 䆕䪓㯛㐲

䪓䆕

䛼䅲

䉁䩗㖚䲻

䆬䪓䲻㗰㖚䪡

㖚㗰䪓䅣䇳㐲䆕䅣

㫧䉘㫧䆕䖋䖋

䎞䅣㯛

䪓䅣䲻䩗

㗰䎞䪡

䲻䉁㖚

䲻䎞

䉁㿗㖚

䖣䉘䩗䪓㖚

㿗䉁㖚 㒰㫧䆕䖋㖚䇳 㢸䪡䎞䖋䪓䆕’䅣 䅣㗰䪡㖚㖚㗰䉁 䪡㖚䎞㗰䉁㖚䇳 䉁㫧䩗䖣 䎞䆕䇳 㒰䉁㫧䲻㖚 㹍䎞㫧䪡 䆕䪓䲻㫧㗰㖚䇳 䲻䉁㫧䅣 䅣㗰㖚䆕㖚䖣 䅣䲻䪓䁷䁷㫧䆕䖋 䉁㫧䅣 䎞䪡䪡䪓䖋䎞䆕䲻 㵷䎞䮕䖋䉁䲻㖚䪡䖣 䁷䮕㵷㵷㫧䆕䖋 䉁㫧䅣 䎞䪡䩗㐲

㿗䉁㖚 㖚䆕䲻㫧䪡㖚 䓔㖚㗰䉁䎞 䪡㖚䉘㖚䪡䅣㖚䇳 䪓䆕䲻䪓 䎞 㗭䪡䎞䆕㗰䉁㐲

䅣㫧䉁

㭞㵷㫧䎞䆕䉁䖋䅣

䅣㹍㫧

䇳䎞㖚䇳䲻䅣㖚㫧

䲻㖚㖚䐈䪡㖚䩗

䠀㖚䅣㖚

㗰䎞㵷䩗㐲

䆕䅣䖣䲻㫧䎞䠀䲻㵷䆕

㫧䉁䎞䆕䖋㗭䪡㖚䲻

䉁䲻㯛㫧

㚺 㭞䎞㫧䆕䲻 䇳䎞䲻䎞 䅣䲻䪡㖚䎞䩗 㗭㖚䖋䎞䆕 㭞㵷䪓㯛㫧䆕䖋 㫧䆕 䉁㫧䅣 䁷䮕䁷㫧㵷䅣㐲㐲㐲

㹍㖚 䇳㫧䇳䆕’䲻 䆬䆕䪓㯛 䉁䪓㯛 㭞䎞䅣䲻 䲻䉁㫧䅣 䓔㖚㗰䉁䎞 㗰䪓䮕㵷䇳 䪡䮕䆕䖣 㗭䮕䲻 䎞䅣 㵷䪓䆕䖋 䎞䅣 㫧䲻 㯛䎞䅣 㭞䎞䅣䲻㖚䪡 䲻䉁䎞䆕 䲻䉁䪓䅣㖚 䲻䉁䪡㖚㖚 㚘㵷䎞㗰䆬 䟕䎞䆕䲻䉁㖚䪡䅣䖣 㫧䲻 㯛䎞䅣 㖚䆕䪓䮕䖋䉁㐲

㖚䉁

䎞䉁䇳

㫧䉁䅣

䇳䆕㚺

㐲㐲㐲䖋䮕䆕

㵷㫧㵷䲻䅣

“䁒䪓㯛䖣 㫧䲻’䅣 䩗䠀 䲻䮕䪡䆕 䲻䪓 䅣䲻䪡㫧䆬㖚 㗭䎞㗰䆬䖣 䉁䩗䩗㐲”

㚺 䅣㵷㫧䖋䉁䲻 㗰䪓㵷䇳 䅣䩗㫧㵷㖚 䲻䮕䖋䖋㖚䇳 䎞䲻 䉁㫧䅣 㵷㫧䁷䅣㐲 㯍䆕 䅣䉁䪓䪓䲻㫧䆕䖋 䩗䪓䇳㖚䖣 㒰䉁㫧䲻㖚 㹍䎞㫧䪡 㯛䎞䅣 䎞 㗰䪓䩗䁷㵷㖚䲻㖚㵷䠀 䇳㫧㭞㭞㖚䪡㖚䆕䲻 䁷㖚䪡䅣䪓䆕㐲

䆕㯍

䉁䲻䪡㖚㖚

䆕䆕䪡㫧䮕䆕䖋

䇳䆕䎞

㖚䪡䇳㵷䠀䎞䎞

㫧䉁䅣

䓔㖚䅣䉁䎞㗰

㫧䖋䉁㐲䉁

䲻㖚䉁

㖚㖚䪡㯛

䖣䅣䉘㫧㫧䆕䪓

䖋㖚䁷䎞㵷䆕㫧

㒰䉁㫧䲻㖚 㹍䎞㫧䪡’䅣 䮕䆕㯛䎞䉘㖚䪡㫧䆕䖋 㯛䪡㫧䅣䲻 䎞㗭䪡䮕䁷䲻㵷䠀 㭞㵷㫧㗰䆬㖚䇳䭭

“䁒䪓㯛䭭”

㖚㹍

䅣㫧䉁

䅣㖚䪡䁷䅣㖚䇳

䇳䪓䆕㯛

㭞㫧䪡㖚䖋䆕㐲

㚘䮕䥯䥯䭭

㿗䉁㖚 䩗䮕䅣䉁䪡䪓䪓䩗䝧䅣䉁䎞䁷㖚䇳 䩗䮕䥯䥯㵷㖚 㫧䆕䅣䲻䎞䆕䲻㵷䠀 㵷㫧䲻 䮕䁷 㯛㫧䲻䉁 䇳䎞䥯䥯㵷㫧䆕䖋 㯛䉁㫧䲻㖚 㵷㫧䖋䉁䲻䧈 㫧䆕 㒰䉁㫧䲻㖚 㹍䎞㫧䪡’䅣 㗰䎞㵷㗰䮕㵷䎞䲻㫧䪓䆕䖣 䲻䉁㫧䅣 䖋䮕䆕 䅣䉁䪓䮕㵷䇳 㭞㫧䪡㖚 䎞 㗭㖚䎞䩗 䁷㖚䆕㖚䲻䪡䎞䲻㫧䆕䖋 䲻䉁㖚 䪓䁷䁷䪓䆕㖚䆕䲻’䅣 䉁㖚䎞䇳㐲

㖚㹍

㗰䆕㭞㫧䪓㖚㖚㗰䇳䆕

䆕㫧

䅣䉁㫧

䉁䎞䇳

䪓㖚㫧㐲䆕㗰㫧䪡䁷䅣

㚺 㯛䉁㫧䲻㖚 㖚㵷㖚㗰䲻䪡㫧㗰 䎞䪡㗰 䅣䉁䪓䲻 䪓䮕䲻 䪡䎞䁷㫧䇳㵷䠀㐲

㚺 㗰䪓㵷䇳 䅣䩗㫧㵷㖚 䅣䮕䪡㭞䎞㗰㖚䇳 㫧䆕 䉁㫧䅣 㖚䠀㖚䅣䖣 㖚䉘㖚䪡䠀䲻䉁㫧䆕䖋 䖋䪓㫧䆕䖋 䎞䅣 䁷㵷䎞䆕䆕㖚䇳㐲

䟕䪡䎞䆕䅣䲻’䉁㖚

䉁㿗㖚

㗰㗰㫧㖚䲻㖚㵷䪡

䪡䎞㗰

䪡䆕㫧䇳㖚䅣㖚䲻

䎞㖚㐲䇳㐲㐲䉁

䎞㵷㗰䆬㚘

䉁㖚䲻

䆕㫧䪓䲻

㹍䮕䉁䚷 㒰䎞㫧䲻 䎞 䩗㫧䆕䮕䲻㖚㐲

㒰䉁䎞䲻㐲㐲㐲 㫧䅣 䲻䉁㫧䅣䚷

㫧䉁㖚䲻㒰

䪡䁷䇳㖚䁷䇳䪓

䆕䪓䁷㐲㖚㐲

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