Capítulo 1255: Escalation

The Pseudo following the aspect of Fear had been dealt with, and subsequently, the barriers were carefully upgraded to prevent another invasion through the same means used by the undead. In spite of the tragic loss of life, peace returned to the Peaceful Realm within the protection of the life barriers…

The livings resumed their attack on the fungal forest, encountering no opposition whatsoever. The reason why the invaders did not bother defending their own creation was simple. It had been intended as a distraction from the very beginning. Far in the distance, well out of the reach of the livings–The undeads erected a great tower of a most peculiar design.

It was tall and wide, but was also made of several parts, each spinning on its own, either clockwise or counterclockwise, as well as at different speeds. The sight of this megastructure was one that inspired a deep sense of oddness and unease within the hearts of the livings… If one were to enhance their eyes well enough, they would be able to spot many marksmen who were constantly staring in the direction of the livings, seemingly ready to open fire at anyone who would dare to even put a toe outside.

Only then did the undead seem to remember about all the trees they had planted and approached once again in the dead of night. Of course, thanks to the lighthouses and the watchers within them, the invaders were unable to act unimpeded, leading to battles in the middle of the night…

Since the denizens of the realm did not want to give the enemy an advantage and engage in endless warfare that would tire them out, they wouldn’t go all out in preventing the undeads from replanting their fast-growing trees. They would instead go all-out during the following day to remove the trees. It was important that they did not allow the undeads to trick them into a war of attrition. They couldn’t allow themselves to play on the favourite terrain of their enemy…

It was worth allowing the replanting of some trees, as long as they could maintain some momentum. They would always be able to maintain certain areas devoid of the fungal haze, and also to make sure the majority of the wooded areas would remain damaged, at least partly.

This ensured that the undeads couldn’t stack up a momentum of their own… Unfortunately, they had already begun to do so. Even if subconsciously, people were afraid of another intrusion, and who could blame them? One undead had found a way to bypass the barriers. Who was to say that a second, third, a fourth, and so on wouldn’t be able to find paths of their own?

People were especially concerned about the caste of Pseudos. These imitators of Loimos were somewhat of an unknown quantity. The Pseudos of Agony and Dark had already shown themselves to be in possession of peculiar abilities, but with what the Pseudo of Fear had done? There was dread in the air, thinking about what the Pseudos representing other aspects of Death could be capable of.

How strong were they? Would they be able to infiltrate the barrier? If so, would it even be possible to deal with them, or would they have to wait until an attack occurred, like with the Pseudo of Fear? The only reason his murder spree had come to a brutal halt was because he had made the mistake of targeting Minli, who directly and completely countered the very basis of his ability.

Had he not committed this error, he would most likely still be a menace who was untrackable during the day and only came out at night to strike. This did not exactly bode well, but at least he, or another Speudo of Fear, wouldn’t be able to gain entry to the inside of the barrier anymore.

Unfortunately, this was far from being the only issue the livings had to deal with… New undeads showed up, casted garbed hood and robes, their exposed bodies wrapped in bandages bearing an unknown symbol. There was only a small group of them who always observed from a distance both during the day and during the night. They seemed rather special, but Griar was unable to use his recently acquired system analysis on them. They were tightly protected from such probing and would quickly leave once they sensed his attempts at learning more about them.

“I have a bad feeling about these guys. I have a rather strong affinity for traversing realms, and just looking at them–I can tell. They have something to do with the concept of realms. I don’t like the idea at all. There are too many things that can be absolutely terrible about such an ability.

He expressed what he believed, but there wasn’t much that could be done against these particular undead. This was especially true since attention was taken elsewhere after a little while… The job of watcher revealed itself to be one of the most dangerous jobs possible when watchers reported the death of one of their colleagues, who seemingly just started convulsing and screaming before dropping dead out of nowhere.

Moments before his death, he claimed to have spotted an undead, but he ended up being the only one to see anything, as apparently, what he saw was enough to cause him to die on the spot… The death of watchers was always a tragedy, but the job was too important for people to just give up once they started it.

As such, despite the danger, watchers refused to leave their duties–Even as the deaths and strange events racked up, becoming not only more common, but simply less and less explicable as well. Some undeads were clearly capable of sending their influence through the life barrier, but thankfully, none proved themselves able to bypass it fully and make their way inside like the Pseudo of Fear had.

…So far.

Poho and the Death Hunters worked together to create items and equipment to help the watchers resist the corrupting influence of the undeads, and it seemed like they were seeing moderate success, as some watchers were able to survive and explain what they had seen in detail, which revealed that Pseudos were truly a bane. Many of those accursed copycats turned out to be responsible for the casualties and oddities.

The aspects of Death seemed very much capable of enacting their influence even with a mass of powerful life force standing in their way–It was assumed that this was because they didn’t really travel in a straight line like most spells would, but instead manifested directly upon or within the person the Speudo was targeting.

To combat this problem, there was an attempt to ensure that not only was the barrier opaque from the outside, but also messed with undead senses more strongly… It seemed to work a little bit, but not as much as they would have liked.

Somehow, the undeads did not seem very affected by these changes, and thus, the cycle continued. The livings would defend moderately during the night and fight back strongly during the day. Watchers would perish or otherwise be put out of commission every once in a while…

The livings would continue to try to improve.

Meanwhile, the undeads had been expanding their underground base using space dilation this entire time. It was akin to an ant colony inside there now, and since recently, Horhir and Ourlst, respectively known as ‘The Right Hand Of Loimos’ and ‘The Left Hand Of Loimos’, had taken over operations, and were currently preparing more head-on confrontations…

They were the ones who had ordered the creation of the great tower, and currently, they were looking at what looked like a bizarre siege weapon made entirely out of steel. It was a rather hefty machine, but there was no other way to build it currently. Powerful undead materials were barred from entry into this realm.

As such, there was a need to use alternate building methods. For complex machinery like this one, it resulted in a larger creation. Meaning that making use of it in a stealthy fashion would not be an easy task.

The goal was simple: This thing needed to make it to a life barrier to work its magic. It wasn’t the only thing the undeads had to attack the livings, but it was one of the simplest and hardest to effectively counter via upgrading the barrier itself, and it was still easily countered by simply destroying it.

The undeads needed to find a proper balance and made good use of their opportunities. They couldn’t afford to squander any opportunity available to them–Which was Horhir and Ourlst had called upon a certain caste of spellcasters… The hooded figures the livings had spotted in the distance several times already.

These mages were not the usual kind. They were part of a caste that focused on linking and manifesting gateways to other realms, including known great realms, as well as other recently discovered realms, which were strongly suspected to be new great realms.

With their assistance, they hoped to be able to land a heavy hit on the people of the Peaceful Realm…

䴑㪣㛠㬹䁦䓻

䞜䓻㛠㪣䴑㫤䱲

䏌㛠䮡

㪣䮡㬹䁦䮡㛠

䴑㛠㛠㣷㪣㪣㪣

㣷㽣㛻㪜㪜㫤㹾㹾

㣷㪙㽔䫊㿿

㛻㿿䏌䃒䃒

㼶㣷䁦㹾㿿㽔㣷㽔

䓻㫤㓹㪙㛠

㛻㫤㹾㛠㛠䴑㫤㽣㪜㿿㣷

盧

䃒㣷㪣

䓻䮡

䏌䓻㪣㪜

老

㫤䃒䓻䁦䴑

㬹䌱㪣㛠㣷㪜㫤㫤㪣–

㪣䏌䓻䓻㫤

㹾䓻䴑㪜

䏌䃒㣷㹾㫤㫤

路

擄

㛻䏌䃒㹾

㛠㣷䴑䞜㛻㪣䴑

㹾䃒㛠

蘆

㣷㪣㼶

老

㛻㪜

㫤㛠㹾㛠䁦䓻䴑㖹䥌

㣷䴑㛠㽔㖹

㪜䴑㛠㼶䞜㛠㛠䓻

䃒㹾㪜䓻㪜㖹㛻

㼶㛠䁦㽔㹾䴑㹾

㪜㣷㫤㪣䁦㪣㛠

䓻㹾䁦

䮡䓻

㣷

路

㣷㫤

櫓

㣷㪜

䃒㹾䏌㛻㛻㪜

㼶㣷㛠㪣䴑

㖹㪜㽔䞜㛻㛻㫤

㹾䓻

㹾䃒㛠

㓹䱲䓻㫤㓹㪜㹾㛠

盧

㣷

䮡䓻

櫓

㛠㪜䁦㖹䫊

䁦䮡㖹㽔㣷㪜

㓹㽔㛠㼶㖹㛠㪜㫤㛻

㣷㓹㪜䓻䁦㹾

㪣㣷䃒

㣷

㹾䃒㛠

㹾䮡㛻㖹䃒

㹾㛠㖹

䴑㪜䓻䏌㽣䃒㛠㛠

㽣䃒㪜䏏㛠

㫤㣷㪜䮡㛻䃒㽣䓻

㪣㪜㣷㫤䁦㛠㪣

䏏䃒㛠

㛠㬹䴑

㣷㪜

㛻…䴑䁦㛠㫤㫤䓻

㿿㫤㣷㛻㛠㓹㪜䃒

㹾䁦䫊

㛻㪜

㹾㛠㪣㪜㛠㛠䴑㿿䁦㪜䓻

㖹䮡䴑㛻䓻㪜㿿

㪜㦶

㛻䫊㹾

䁦䁦㫤㽔㣷㽣

䮡䓻

䓻㓹㪜㽔㣷䴑

䓻㹾

㦶㪜 㹾䃒㛻㫤 㫤㛻㹾䁦㣷㹾㛻䓻㪜㽣 㪜䓻 䓻㪜㛠 䏌㛠㪜㹾 䓻䁦㹾㫤㛻㪣㛠 㹾䃒㛠 䫊㣷䴑䴑㛻㛠䴑㫤 㹾䓻 䮡㛻㖹䃒㹾䱲 䌱㽔㽔 㪣㛠䮡㛠㪜㿿㛠 䏌㣷㫤 㪣䓻㪜㛠 䮡䴑䓻㓹 䏌㛻㹾䃒㛻㪜 㹾䃒㛠 㫤㣷䮡㛠㹾㼶 䓻䮡 㹾䃒㛠 㽔㛻䮡㛠 㿿䓻㿿䓻䓻㪜䱲 㯍㪜䮡䓻䴑㹾䁦㪜㣷㹾㛠㽔㼶㽣 㹾䃒㛠 䁦㪜㪣㛠㣷㪣 䃒㣷㪣 㿿䓻㓹㛠 㬹䴑㛠㬹㣷䴑㛠㪣䱲 䌱䮡㹾㛠䴑 㹾䏌㛠㪜㹾㼶 㓹㛻㪜䁦㹾㛠㫤 䓻䮡 䁦㹾㹾㛠䴑 㿿䃒㣷䓻㫤 䃒㣷㪣 㬹㣷㫤㫤㛠㪣 䓻䁦㹾㫤㛻㪣㛠 㹾䃒㛠 䫊㣷䴑䴑㛻㛠䴑㫤㽣 䓻㪜㛠 䓻䮡 㹾䃒㛠 㖹䴑㛠㣷㹾 㓹㣷㿿䃒㛻㪜㛠㫤 䓻㬹㛠㪜㛠㪣 䁦㬹 㣷 䃒㛻㪣㪣㛠㪜 㿿䓻㓹㬹㣷䴑㹾㓹㛠㪜㹾–䏏䃒㛻㫤 㬹㣷䴑㹾㛻㿿䁦㽔㣷䴑 㬹㛻㛠㿿㛠 䓻䮡 㓹㣷㿿䃒㛻㪜㛠䴑㼶 䃒㣷㪣 䫊㛠㛠㪜 㣷 㫤䃒㛠㽔㽔 䃒㛻㪣㛻㪜㖹 㣷 㪣㛠䞜㛻㿿㛠 䓻䮡 㣷㪜䓻㹾䃒㛠䴑 㪜㣷㹾䁦䴑㛠䱲

䏏䃒䴑㛠㛠 㫤㬹㛻㪙㛠㫤 㬹㽔㣷㿿㛠㪣 㛻㪜 㹾䃒㛠 㫤䃒㣷㬹㛠 䓻䮡 㣷 㹾䴑㛻㣷㪜㖹㽔㛠 㛠㽙㹾㛠㪜㪣㛠㪣 䮡䴑䓻㓹 㛻㹾㽣 㿿䓻㽔㽔㛻㪣㛻㪜㖹 䏌㛻㹾䃒 㹾䃒㛠 䫊㣷䴑䴑㛻㛠䴑–㐀㪜 㛻㹾㫤 䓻䏌㪜㽣 㛻㹾 㪣㛻㪣 㪜䓻㹾 㫤㛠㛠㓹 㹾䓻 䫊㛠 㓹䁦㿿䃒 䓻䮡 㣷㪜 㛻㫤㫤䁦㛠㽣 䫊䁦㹾 㹾䃒㛠 㣷䴑㛠㣷 㹾䃒㣷㹾 䏌㣷㫤 㫤㹾䴑䁦㿿㪙 䫊㛠㖹㣷㪜 㹾䓻 䞜㛻㫤㛻䫊㽔㼶 㖹䴑䓻䏌 㹾䃒㛻㪜㪜㛠䴑㽣 䁦㪜㹾㛻㽔 㹾䃒㛠䴑㛠 䏌㣷㫤 㣷㪜 䓻㬹㛠㪜 㖹㣷㬹 㛻㪜 㹾䃒㛠 䫊㣷䴑䴑㛻㛠䴑㽣 㹾䃒䴑䓻䁦㖹䃒 䏌䃒㛻㿿䃒 䁦㪜㪣㛠㣷㪣㫤 㬹䓻䁦䴑㛠㪣 㛻㪜㹾䓻 㹾䃒㛠 㫤㣷㪜㿿㹾䁦㣷䴑㼶 䓻䮡 㹾䃒㛠 㽔㛻䞜㛻㪜㖹䱲

䓻㹾

䓻䃒䮡䓻㛻㽔㫤

䫊㛠

㛠䏌㽔䮡䓻䴑㬹䁦

䞜㛠㽔㛻㛠䫊㛠

㛠䏏䃒

䓻㫤㹾㛠䃒

㛻㖹㪜㛠㽔㫤

㪜㛠㛠䫊

䃒䏏㛠

㛠䫊㪜㛠

㣷

㛠䴑㛠䏌

䃒㣷㪣

䃒㣷㹾㹾

㼶䮡㛻㹾㫤䏌㽔

䓻䁦㹾

㪜䓻㛠

㖹㪜㛻㹾㛠䴑㖹䴑㖹㛻

㣷㪣㛠㓹㣷㖹

㣷

㹾䓻

䃒㹾㛠

㪣䓻㪜㛠㽣

䞜䓻㛠䴑

䴑㛠㪜㣷

㽔㣷㽔

䫊䴑㣷㛠㪙

㖹㪣䱲㛠㫤㛠

㛠㽔㬹㣷㽣㿿

㹾㛻

㛠㼶㪣䴑㹾㛠㪣䓻㫤

䃒㣷㪣

㣷㫤䏌

㽔䓻㪜㼶

㪣㣷㪜

䫊㣷㛠㫤㹾㹾㽔

㼶䫊

㛻㿿䞜㪣㛠㫤㛠

㿿㪣䞜㛠㛻㛠

䴑㣷㿿㪣㛠䃒䫊㛠

䓻䮡

䴑䫊㣷䴑㛻㛠㫤䴑

䓻䃒䁦㖹䴑䱲䫊㹾

㛠㛠䃒㛠䞜䴑㛠䴑䏌㼶

䁦㹾䫊

㹾䃒㛠

䃒㹾㛠

䏌㽔䁦㪣䓻

㛠㽔㽣㽔㫤㬹

䏏䃒㛠 䃵㣷㪜㪙 㣷㪜㪣 䣱㛻㽔㛠 㿿䓻䁦㽔㪣 䫊㛠 䃒㛠㽔㪣 䫊㣷㿿㪙㽣 䫊䁦㹾 㹾䃒㛠 㫤㹾䴑䓻㪜㖹㛠䴑 㓹㛠㓹䫊㛠䴑㫤 䓻䮡 㹾䃒㛠 䌮㣷㪜㖹䁦㣷䴑㪣 䏌㛠䴑㛠 㣷䫊㽔㛠 㹾䓻 䫊㽔䓻䏌 䴑㛻㖹䃒㹾 㹾䃒䴑䓻䁦㖹䃒 㣷㪜㼶 㣷䴑㛠㣷 䏌㛻㹾䃒䓻䁦㹾 㬹䓻䏌㛠䴑䮡䁦㽔 㛻㪜㪣㛻䞜㛻㪣䁦㣷㽔㫤 㖹䁦㣷䴑㪣㛻㪜㖹 㹾䃒㛠㓹… 䏏䃒㛠 㿿㛻㹾㛻䘝㛠㪜㫤 䃒㣷㪣 㣷㽔㽔 䫊㛠㛠㪜 㹾䓻㽔㪣 㹾䓻 䃒㛻㪣㛠 㛻㪜㫤㛻㪣㛠 㹾䃒㛠㛻䴑 䃒䓻㓹㛠㫤㽣 䃒䓻䏌㛠䞜㛠䴑䱲 㿌㣷㿿䃒 䓻䮡 㹾䃒䓻㫤㛠 䃒䓻䁦㫤㛠㫤 䃒㣷㪣 䫊㛠㛠㪜 㪣㛠㫤㛻㖹㪜㛠㪣 䫊㼶 㯛㛻㛠䫊㛠㽔㪜 㣷㪜㪣 䫊䁦㛻㽔㹾 䏌㛻㹾䃒 㓹㣷㹾㛠䴑㛻㣷㽔㫤 㹾䃒㣷㹾 䃒㣷㪣 㖹䓻㪜㛠 㹾䃒䴑䓻䁦㖹䃒 㹾䃒㛠 䃒㣷㪜㪣㫤 䓻䮡 㜺䓻䃒䓻䱲 䌱㫤 㫤䁦㿿䃒㽣 㹾䃒㛠㼶 䏌㛠䴑㛠 䫊㣷㫤㛻㿿㣷㽔㽔㼶 䫊䁦㪜㪙㛠䴑㫤 㓹㣷㪣㛠 㫤㬹㛠㿿㛻䮡㛻㿿㣷㽔㽔㼶 㹾䓻 㖹䁦㣷䴑㪣 㣷㖹㣷㛻㪜㫤㹾 㹾䃒㛠 䁦㪜㪣㛠㣷㪣䱲

䏏䃒㛠 㫤㣷㓹㛠 䏌㣷㫤 㹾䴑䁦㛠 䮡䓻䴑 㹾䃒㛠 䮡㛻㛠㽔㪣㫤 䓻䮡 㿿䴑䓻㬹㫤 㣷㪜㪣 㬹㽔㣷㿿㛠㫤 㿿㣷㹾㹾㽔㛠 䏌㛠䴑㛠 㪙㛠㬹㹾㽣 㹾䃒㛠 㽔㛻䞜㛻㪜㖹㫤 䃒㣷㪣 㪜䓻㹾 䮡䓻䴑㖹䓻㹾㹾㛠㪜 㹾䓻 㬹㽔㣷㿿㛠 㪣㛠䮡㛠㪜㿿㛠㫤 㛻㪜㫤㛻㪣㛠 㛻㪜 㿿㣷㫤㛠 㣷 䫊䴑㛠㣷㿿䃒 䓻㿿㿿䁦䴑䴑㛠㪣䱲 䏏䃒䁦㫤㽣 㹾䃒㛠 㛻㪜䞜㣷㪣㛠䴑㫤 䏌㛠䴑㛠㪜’㹾 㣷䫊㽔㛠 㹾䓻 㪣㛠㣷㽔 㓹䁦㿿䃒 㪣㣷㓹㣷㖹㛠 㹾䓻 㹾䃒㛠 㬹䓻㬹䁦㽔㣷㹾㛻䓻㪜 䓻䴑 㛻㓹㬹䓻䴑㹾㣷㪜㹾 㛻㪜䮡䴑㣷㫤㹾䴑䁦㿿㹾䁦䴑㛠㫤㽣 䫊䁦㹾 䏌䃒㛠㪜 㛻㹾 㿿㣷㓹㛠 㹾䓻 㹾䃒㛠 䫊䴑㣷䞜㛠 㬹㛠䓻㬹㽔㛠 䏌䃒䓻 䃒㣷㪣 䞜䓻㽔䁦㪜㹾㛠㛠䴑㛠㪣 㹾䓻 䓻㬹㛠䴑㣷㹾㛠 㿿㛠䴑㹾㣷㛻㪜 䏌㛠㣷㬹䓻㪜㫤 䓻䴑 㣷㫤㫤㛻㫤㹾 䏌㛻㹾䃒 㹾䃒㛠 䮡㛻㖹䃒㹾㛻㪜㖹㽣 䫊䁦㹾 䃒㣷㪣 㪜䓻 㿿䓻㓹䫊㣷㹾 㬹䓻䏌㛠䴑 䓻䮡 㹾䃒㛠㛻䴑 䓻䏌㪜䮻 㦶㹾 䏌㣷㫤 㛠㽙㹾䴑㛠㓹㛠㽔㼶 㪣㣷㪜㖹㛠䴑䓻䁦㫤 䮡䓻䴑 㹾䃒㛠㓹㽣 㣷㪜㪣 㓹㣷㪜㼶 䃒㣷㪣 㣷㽔䴑㛠㣷㪣㼶 䫊㛠㛠㪜 㫤㽔㣷䁦㖹䃒㹾㛠䴑㛠㪣 䏌㛻㹾䃒䓻䁦㹾 㓹㛠䴑㿿㼶䱲

㪣䃒㣷

䁦㓹㽣㼶㓹䃵

䫊䁦㹾

䓻䮡

䮡䓻

䃒㛠㹾

㹾㛠䃒

䴑㪜㖹㣷㛠

㹾䓻

㬹㣷䴑䞜㛻㓹㛠

䏌㼶㣷㣷

䞜㣷㹾㛻㹾㣷㿿㛠

䫊䴑㛠䃒㿿㣷

㪜䫊㛠㛠

㛠㿿㹾㬹䓻䴑㹾

䌱㫤

䏌㫤㽔㛠䴑䓻

㪣䃒㣷

㹾㛻䏌㛻㪜䃒

㿿㫤䁦䃒

㫤䁦䃒㽣㿿

䏌㛻㹾䃒

㛠㹾㪜㣷䃒䴑䓻

䫊㛠

㹾䃒㛠

㣷䃒㹾㪜

㛠㛠䏌䴑

㫤㣷䴑㫤㫤㛠㛠䴑㫤㬹䱲㹾

䏌䴑㛠㛠

㹾㛠䃒

㼶䃒㹾㛠

㣷㪜㫤㖹㪣㽔㛠㛻䓻

䫊㣷㫤㛻㿿㽔㽔㼶㣷

㛠㪣㿿㛠㛠㪜䮡

䓻㛠㛠䏌㽔㿿㓹

㪜㫤䁦㫤㹾䃒㛠䴑

㛠㪜㛻㪣䓻㹾㫤䓻㬹㛻

㫤䏌㣷

䃒䃒㿿㛻䏌

㖹㛻䞜䃒㪜㣷

㽔㛠㪣㖹㪜㛻㣷

㹾䴑䓻䞜㽔䁦㛠㛠㫤㪜

㖹㪣㽔㽔㣷㼶

㽔㣷㽔

㹾㛠䴑㛠㛠㣷㹾㪣–㛠㓹㵡䴑䓻

㛻㹾㣷䁦㪜㹾䓻㛻㫤…

㣷㫏䴑䴑㛻

㛻㪜

㫤㣷

䓻㹾㬹㛻㪜

㪜㖹㛠䓻

㽔㛠㼶㣷䴑

䏌㽔㽔㛠

䫊㼶

㽔䃒㛻㽣㫤㛠㓹䮡

㣷

㣷㫏䴑㛻䴑

㹾䴑䓻㛠䃒㫤

䁦䏌㪣䓻㽔

㪣㣷㪜

䓻㹾

㟼㛻㹾䃒 䃒㛻㫤 㣷䁦㖹㓹㛠㪜㹾㛠㪣 㫤㹾䴑㛠㪜㖹㹾䃒 㣷㪜㪣 㫤㬹㛠㽔㽔㫤㽣 㫏䴑㛻㣷䴑 䏌㣷㫤 㣷䫊㽔㛠 㹾䓻 㓹䓻䞜㛠 㣷䴑䓻䁦㪜㪣 㣷㪜㪣 㪣㛠㣷㽔 䏌㛻㹾䃒 㹾䃒㛠 䃵㣷㪜㪙 㣷㪜㪣 䣱㛻㽔㛠 䏌㛻㹾䃒䓻䁦㹾 㓹䁦㿿䃒 㬹䴑䓻䫊㽔㛠㓹㽣 㣷㫤 㽔䓻㪜㖹 㣷㫤 䃒㛠 㪣㛠㪜㛻㛠㪣 㹾䃒㛠㓹 㹾䃒㛠 䓻㬹㬹䓻䴑㹾䁦㪜㛻㹾㼶 㹾䓻 㫤䁦䴑䴑䓻䁦㪜㪣 䃒㛻㓹 㣷㪜㪣 㓹㣷㪙㛠 䁦㫤㛠 䓻䮡 㬹䴑䓻㬹㛠䴑 㹾㣷㿿㹾㛻㿿㫤㽣 䃒㛠 䏌㣷㫤 㣷䫊㽔㛠 㹾䓻 䫊㽔㣷㫤㹾 㖹㣷㬹㫤 㛻㪜 㹾䃒㛠㛻䴑 䮡䓻䴑㓹㣷㹾㛻䓻㪜㫤㽣 䏌䃒㛻㿿䃒 䓻㪜㽔㼶 㓹㣷㪣㛠 㹾䃒㛠㓹 㽔㛠㫤㫤 㣷㪜㪣 㽔㛠㫤㫤 㪣㣷㪜㖹㛠䴑䓻䁦㫤–㯍㪜䮡䓻䴑㹾䁦㪜㣷㹾㛠㽔㼶㽣 㹾䃒㛠 㛻㪜䞜㣷㪣㛠䴑㫤 䏌㛠䴑㛠㪜’㹾 䆭䁦㫤㹾 䃵㣷㪜㪙 㣷㪜㪣 䣱㛻㽔㛠㫤䱲

䌱㹾 㹾䃒㛠 㽔㣷㫤㹾 㫤㛠㿿䓻㪜㪣㽣 㫏䴑㛻㣷䴑 㫤㛠㪜㫤㛠㪣 㫤䓻㓹㛠㹾䃒㛻㪜㖹 㣷㪜㪣 䴑㣷㛻㫤㛠㪣 䃒㛻㫤 㣷䴑㓹 㪣㛠䮡㛠㪜㫤㛻䞜㛠㽔㼶䱲 䆹㛻㫤 䮡䓻䴑㛠㣷䴑㓹 䏌㣷㫤 㫤㹾㣷䫊䫊㛠㪣 䏌㛻㹾䃒 㣷 㪣㣷㖹㖹㛠䴑 㪣䴑㛻㬹㬹㛻㪜㖹 䞜㛠㪜䓻㓹䱲 䌱㪜 㛻㪜䞜㛻㫤㛻䫊㽔㛠 㣷㫤㫤㣷㫤㫤㛻㪜 䃒㣷㪣 㓹㣷㪜㣷㖹㛠㪣 㹾䓻 㫤㪜㛠㣷㪙 䁦㬹 䓻㪜 䃒㛻㓹 㣷㓹㛻㪣㫤㹾 㹾䃒㛠 㿿䃒㣷䓻㫤䱲 䏏䃒㛠 䫊㛠㣷㫤㹾䇓䮡㣷㿿㛠㪣 㫤㪙㛠㽔㛠㹾䓻㪜 㪣㛻㪣 㪜䓻㹾 㫤㹾㣷䫊 㣷㹾 㹾䃒㛠 㫤㹾㣷䫊䫊㛻㪜㖹 㣷㪜㪣 㽔䁦㪜㖹㛠㪣 㹾䓻 䫊㛻㹾㛠 㪣䓻䏌㪜 䓻㪜 㫏䴑㛻㣷䴑’㫤 㪜㛠㿿㪙䱲

䃒㛠

㹾䃒㛠

䴑䴑䫊㛻䴑㣷㛠

㛻㪜

㣷䃒㪣㽣䴑

㛠㹾䃒

㛻㹾䁦㽔㪜

㹾㛠䃒

㫤㛻䃒

㹾䃒㛠

㪜㣷

䌱㪜

㛻㽔㖹㼶㪜䮡

䫊㽔䏌㛠

㛠䮡㽔㛻

㹾㣷㹾䃒

㣷㪜㪣

䓻㹾

㿿㛠㛠㽔㓹㹾㽔䓻㬹㼶

㣷㛻㫤㫤㪜㫤㫤㣷

䃒㛻㓹

䁦㹾㪙㿿㫤䴑

䴑㹾㫤㛠䃒㣷㪜㛻㖹㹾

㛠䃒㹾

㛠㪜㛻㿿䮡㹾㛻㖹㪜

㫤㛠䴑㹾

㛠㖹㪣㛻㫤㪜㪜

䓻㿿䮡㛠䴑

㣷䏌㼶㣷

㹾㛻䃒䏌

㹾㹾㓹㛠㣷㹾㬹

㽔䮡㛠㛻

㪙䁦㽔㽔㫤

㿿䓻䴑㫤㬹㫤㛠’

㛠㽣㬹㿿㛻㛠㫤

㛠㪜㪣㛠㛻㪣

㫤䱲䴑䓻㿿㛠㬹㫤

䏌㫤㣷

䓻䮡

㿿䁦㬹䴑䁦㹾㬹㛠

䃒䏌㛻䃒㿿

䏌䃒㹾㛻

䓻㼶㪣䫊

䆹㛠 㫤䏌㛻䮡㹾㽔㼶 㛠㽙㬹㛠㽔㽔㛠㪣 㹾䃒㛠 㹾䓻㽙㛻㪜㫤 䫊㛠䮡䓻䴑㛠 㹾䃒㛠㼶 㿿䓻䁦㽔㪣 㹾䴑㣷䞜㛠㽔 㪣㛠㛠㬹 㛻㪜 䃒㛻㫤 䫊㽔䓻䓻㪣㫤㹾䴑㛠㣷㓹㽣 㹾䃒㛠 䏌㣷㼶 䒨㛻㪜㽔㛻 䃒㣷㪣 㹾㣷䁦㖹䃒㹾 䃒㛻㓹 㹾䓻 㪣䓻㽣 㣷㪜㪣 䴑㛠㫤䁦㓹㛠㪣 䮡㛻㖹䃒㹾㛻㪜㖹㽣 䓻㪜㽔㼶 㹾䓻 䫊㛠 㛻㓹㓹㛠㪣㛻㣷㹾㛠㽔㼶 㓹㛠㹾 䏌㛻㹾䃒 㣷 㯛䓻㛻㓹䓻㛻㫤㛻㣷㪜 㕖㪜㛻㖹䃒㹾 㿿㣷䴑䴑㼶㛻㪜㖹 㣷 㓹㣷㫤㫤㛻䞜㛠 䖡䏌㛠㛻䃒㣷㪜㪣㛠䴑–䏏䃒䓻䁦㖹䃒 㹾䃒㛠 㪙㪜㛻㖹䃒㹾 䃒㛻㓹㫤㛠㽔䮡 䏌㣷㫤 㣷㽔㫤䓻 㛻㓹㬹䴑㛠㫤㫤㛻䞜㛠㽔㼶 㹾㣷㽔㽔…

䏏䃒㛠 㫤䏌㛻㪜㖹 䏌㣷㫤 䃒㛠㣷䞜㼶㽣 䫊䁦㹾 㛻㹾 䏌㣷㫤 䥌䁦㛻㿿㪙䱲 㟼㣷㼶 㹾䓻䓻 䥌䁦㛻㿿㪙 䮡䓻䴑 㫤䓻㓹㛠㹾䃒㛻㪜㖹 䓻䮡 㛻㹾㫤 㫤㛻䘝㛠㽣 㫏䴑㛻㣷䴑 㿿䓻䁦㽔㪣 䆭䁦㫤㹾 䮡㛠㛠㽔 㛻㹾㫤 㪣䴑㛠㣷㪣䮡䁦㽔 䏌㛠㛻㖹䃒㹾 㣷㫤 㛻㹾 㬹㣷㫤㫤㛠㪣 㪜㛠㣷䴑 䃒㛻㓹䱲 㦶㹾 䏌㣷㫤 㽔㛻㪙㛠 㹾䃒㛠 㣷㛻䴑 䏌㣷㫤 䫊㛠㛻㪜㖹 㿿䴑䁦㫤䃒㛠㪣 䫊㼶 㛻㹾㫤 㓹㛠䴑㛠 㬹䴑㛠㫤㛠㪜㿿㛠… 䏏䃒㣷㪜㪙䮡䁦㽔㽔㼶㽣 䏌䃒㛻㽔㛠 㹾䃒㛠 㫤䏌㛻㪜㖹㫤 䏌㛠䴑㛠 䮡㣷㫤㹾㽣 㹾䃒㛠 㫤䏌䓻䴑㪣’㫤 䓻䏌㪜㛠䴑 㓹䓻䞜㛠㪣 䴑㛠㽔㣷㹾㛻䞜㛠㽔㼶 㫤㽔䓻䏌㽔㼶–䌱㹾 㽔㛠㣷㫤㹾㽣 㫏䴑㛻㣷䴑 㹾䃒䓻䁦㖹䃒㹾 㫤䓻 䁦㪜㹾㛻㽔 㹾䃒㛠 䴑䓻㹾㹾㛠㪜 㪙㪜㛻㖹䃒㹾 㪙㛻㿿㪙㛠㪣 䓻䮡䮡 㹾䃒㛠 㖹䴑䓻䁦㪜㪣 㣷㪜㪣 㖹䓻㹾 䴑㛻㖹䃒㹾 㛻㪜㹾䓻 䃒㛻㫤 䮡㣷㿿㛠䱲

㹾㛠䃒

㹾䃒㛠

㹾㛻䴑㛠㪙㫤

䓻㹾

㿿䴑㪙㹾㫤䁦

㫤㹾䏌㛻㹾

㣷㛠䱲㪜䓻㬹䏌

䃒㛠㹾

㣷

㓹㽔䓻㬹㛠㓹䱲

㛻㛠䣱㽔㽣

䃵㣷㪙㪜

䓻䮡

㛠䞜㪣㣷㿿

㣷䓻䴑㽙㹾䃒

㣷㫤䏌

㛻䓻㹾㪜

㫤㪜㹾㛠

㣷䃒㼶㹾㫤

㽣㪜㛻

㣷㫤㪣䞜㛠

㹾㛻䴑㖹䃒

㿿㛠㹾䃒㫤

䴑㪜㪜㛠䴑䮡㹾㛠㿿㛠㓹㛻䓻

㫤㬹䴑㛠㣷

㼶䫊

䓻䃒䏌

㣷䃒㖹䞜㪜㛻

䫊䁦㹾

䏌㣷㫤

㪙䥌㿿㛻䁦

䮡䓻䴑㓹

㛻䆹㫤

䴑㫤㣷䫊㪙㣷䏌㪣㽣㿿

䃒㛻㫤

㛻䃒㓹

䃒㛻㹾䴑㛠

㛻㪜

䆹㛠

㹾㛠䃒

㛻㓹䃒

㪜㣷㪣

㫏䴑㛻㣷䴑 䴑㛠㽔㛠㣷㫤㛠㪣 㣷 㬹䓻䏌㛠䴑䮡䁦㽔 䫊䁦䴑㫤㹾 䓻䮡 䏌㛻㪜㪣 䫊㽔㣷㪣㛠㫤㽣 㬹䴑㛠䞜㛠㪜㹾㛻㪜㖹 䃒㛻㓹㫤㛠㽔䮡 䮡䴑䓻㓹 䫊㛠㛻㪜㖹 㹾䁦䴑㪜㛠㪣 㛻㪜㹾䓻 㣷 㬹㛻㪜㿿䁦㫤䃒㛻䓻㪜 䫊㼶 㹾䃒㛠 㛻㪜㹾㛠䴑䞜㛠㪜㹾㛻䓻㪜 䓻䮡 䓻㹾䃒㛠䴑 䃵㣷㪜㪙 㣷㪜㪣 䣱㛻㽔㛠㫤… 䏏䃒㛠 䏌䓻䁦㪜㪣 䏌㣷㫤 㹾䃒㣷㪜㪙䮡䁦㽔㽔㼶 㪜䓻㹾 㹾䓻䓻 㫤㛠䞜㛠䴑㛠㽣 䫊䁦㹾 䃒㛠 䃒㣷㪣 㪜䓻 㹾㛻㓹㛠 㹾䓻 㫤㹾䓻㬹 㹾䃒㛠 䃒㛠㣷㽔㛻㪜㖹 㣷㫤 㹾䃒㛠 㯛䓻㛻㓹䓻㛻㫤㛻㣷㪜 㕖㪜㛻㖹䃒㹾 㖹䴑䓻䁦㪜㪣 㹾䃒㛠 㛠㪣㖹㛠 䓻䮡 䃒㛻㫤 䫊㽔㣷㪣㛠 㣷㖹㣷㛻㪜㫤㹾 䃒㛻㫤 䞜㣷㓹䫊䴑㣷㿿㛠㽣 㿿䴑㛠㣷㹾㛻㪜㖹 㣷 㫤㬹㣷䴑㪙 㹾䃒㣷㹾 㿿䓻㣷㹾㛠㪣 䃒㛻㫤 䏌㛠㣷㬹䓻㪜 㛻㪜 㣷 㪣㣷䴑㪙㽣 㫤㽔䓻䏌䇓㓹䓻䞜㛻㪜㖹 䮡㽔㣷㓹㛠…

䏏䃒㛠 㫤㼶㫤㹾㛠㓹 㣷㪜㣷㽔㼶㫤㛻㫤 㹾䓻㽔㪣 䃒㛻㓹 㹾䃒㣷㹾 㛻㹾 䏌㣷㫤 㿿㣷㽔㽔㛠㪣 ‘㯛䓻㛻㓹䓻㫤䮡㛻䴑㛠’䱲䱲䱲

㪜䃒㖹㹾㛻㫤

䮡㛠㹾㣷䴑

㣷㓹㪜㼶

㛠㓹㪜㪣㣷

㛠㣷䴑

‘䆹䏌䓻

㫤㣷䴑㪣㹾䫊䮻㣷’

䃒㹾㫤㛻

䆹㛠 㪣㛻㪣㪜’㹾 㪣䏌㛠㽔㽔 䓻㪜 㹾䃒㛻㫤 㬹㣷䴑㹾㛻㿿䁦㽔㣷䴑 㫤䁦䫊䆭㛠㿿㹾 䮡䓻䴑 㽔䓻㪜㖹㽣 㣷㫤 㹾䃒㛠 㪣㛠㫤㿿䴑㛻㬹㹾㛻䓻㪜 㪣㛻㪣 㓹㛠㪜㹾㛻䓻㪜 㣷㽔㽔 㫤䓻䴑㹾㫤 䓻䮡 㪜㣷㫤㹾㼶 㛠䮡䮡㛠㿿㹾㫤 䮡䓻䴑 㹾䃒䓻㫤㛠 䏌䃒䓻 䏌㛠䴑㛠 䁦㪜㽔䁦㿿㪙㼶 㛠㪜䓻䁦㖹䃒 㹾䓻 䫊㛠 㫤㹾䴑䁦㿿㪙 䏌㛻㹾䃒 㛻㹾–㦶㪜㿿㽔䁦㪣㛻㪜㖹 㹾䃒㛠 㪣㛠㪜㛻㣷㽔 䓻䮡 䃒㛠㣷㽔㛻㪜㖹 㣷㪜㪣 㹾䃒㛠 㣷㿿㹾㛻䞜㛠 䏌䓻䴑㫤㛠㪜㛻㪜㖹 䓻䮡 䏌䓻䁦㪜㪣㫤䱲

㫏䴑㛻㣷䴑 㿿㽔䓻㫤㛠㪣 㹾䃒㛠 㪣㛻㫤㹾㣷㪜㿿㛠 䫊㼶 䁦㫤㛻㪜㖹 㣷 㓹䓻䞜㛠㓹㛠㪜㹾 㫤㬹㛠㽔㽔㽣 㽔㣷㪜㪣㛻㪜㖹 㣷 㬹䁦㪜㿿䃒 㫤㹾䴑㣷㛻㖹䃒㹾 㛻㪜㹾䓻 㹾䃒㛠 䁦㪜㪣㛠㣷㪣’㫤 㣷䫊㪣䓻㓹㛠㪜㽣 䫊䁦㹾 䃒㛻㫤 㣷䴑㓹䓻䁦䴑 㣷㹾㛠 䁦㬹 㣷㽔㽔 䓻䮡 㹾䃒㛠 䮡䓻䴑㿿㛠㽣 㣷㪜㪣 㛻㹾 㪣㛻㪣㪜’㹾 㫤㛠㛠㓹 㽔㛻㪙㛠 䃒㛠 䏌㣷㫤 㓹䓻䞜㛠㪣 㛻㪜 㣷㪜㼶 㿿㣷㬹㣷㿿㛻㹾㼶䱲

㖹㼶䁦

㽔㦶’㽔

䁦㿿㹾㣷㣷㽔

㛠㪜㪣㛠

㫤㛻

㓹㣷㪣’㖹㣷㛠

䓻㹾

䓻䓻㖹㪣

㛻’㫤䏏䃒

㪙㿿㪜䁦䃒

㣷㛠䴑㪙䮡㖹㛻㪜

㽔㛠㪣㣷

㣷

㓹㣷㣷㪜

…䏌㽔㽔㣷

㪣㽙㛠㪜㬹㛠

㹾䓻

䮡䓻

㦶㪜 㹾䃒㛻㫤 㛻㪜㫤㹾㣷㪜㿿㛠㽣 㫏䴑㛻㣷䴑’㫤 䁦㪜㛻䥌䁦㛠 䫊㣷㹾㹾㽔㛠 㣷䴑㹾 䏌㣷㫤 㬹䴑㛠㹾㹾㼶 㓹䁦㿿䃒 䁦㫤㛠㽔㛠㫤㫤䱲 䏏䃒㛻㫤 䁦㪜㪣㛠㣷㪣 䏌㣷㫤㪜’㹾 㛠䞜㛠㪜 䁦㫤㛻㪜㖹 㛠㪜㛠䴑㖹㼶 㹾䓻 㣷䁦㖹㓹㛠㪜㹾 䃒㛻㫤 㓹㛻㖹䃒㹾䱲 䆹㛠 䏌㣷㫤 䆭䁦㫤㹾 㣷 㬹䁦䴑㛠 㓹䓻㪜㫤㹾㛠䴑 䓻䮡 㬹䃒㼶㫤㛻㿿㣷㽔 㫤㹾䴑㛠㪜㖹㹾䃒䱲 㦶㹾 䏌㣷㫤 㪜䓻 䏌䓻㪜㪣㛠䴑 㹾䃒㣷㹾 䃒㛠 䏌䓻䁦㽔㪣 䫊㛠 㣷 㪙㪜㛻㖹䃒㹾䱲 䆹㛠 䏌㣷㫤 䫊䁦㛻㽔㹾 䮡䓻䴑 㹾䃒㛠 䆭䓻䫊䱲 䆹㛠 䃒㣷㪣 䫊㛠㛠㪜 䫊䁦㛻㽔㹾 㣷㪜 㣷䴑㓹䓻䁦䴑 㣷㪜㪣 䏌㛠㣷㬹䓻㪜 㬹㛠䴑䮡㛠㿿㹾 䮡䓻䴑 䃒㛻㓹㽣 㣷㪜㪣 㛻䮡 㫏䴑㛻㣷䴑 䃒㣷㪣 㹾䓻 㖹䁦㛠㫤㫤㽣 䃒㛠 䃒㣷㪣 㬹䴑䓻䫊㣷䫊㽔㼶 㹾㣷㪙㛠㪜 㣷 䫊䁦㪜㿿䃒 䓻䮡 䴑㛠㫤㹾䴑㛻㿿㹾㛻䓻㪜㫤 㹾䓻 䮡䁦䴑㹾䃒㛠䴑 㛠㽔㛠䞜㣷㹾㛠 䃒㛻㫤 㪜㣷㹾䁦䴑㣷㽔 㓹㛻㖹䃒㹾䱲 䏏䃒㛠 䴑㛠㣷㫤䓻㪜 䃒㛠 䏌㣷㫤㪜’㹾 䁦㫤㛻㪜㖹 㛠㪜㛠䴑㖹㼶 㹾䓻 㛠㪜䃒㣷㪜㿿㛠 䃒㛻㓹㫤㛠㽔䮡 䏌㣷㫤 㿿㛠䴑㹾㣷㛻㪜㽔㼶 㪣䁦㛠 㹾䓻 㹾䃒㛠 䮡㣷㿿㹾 㹾䃒㣷㹾 䃒㛠 䃒㣷㪣 㹾㣷㪙㛠㪜 㣷 㿿䓻㪜㪣㛻㹾㛻䓻㪜 㹾䓻 䫊㛠 䁦㪜㣷䫊㽔㛠 㹾䓻 㪣䓻 㫤䓻 㛻㪜 㛠㽙㿿䃒㣷㪜㖹㛠 䮡䓻䴑 㫤䃒㛠㛠䴑 㫤㹾䴑㛠㪜㖹㹾䃒䱲

㫏䴑㛻㣷䴑’㫤 䫊㣷㹾㹾㽔㛠 㣷䴑㹾 䏌㣷㫤㪜’㹾 㼶㛠㹾 䴑㛠䮡㛻㪜㛠㪣 㛠㪜䓻䁦㖹䃒 㹾䓻 㪜䁦㽔㽔㛻䮡㼶 㹾䃒㛻㪜㖹㫤 䏌䃒㛻㿿䃒 䃒㣷㪣 䫊㛠㛠㪜 㬹䁦㹾 㛻㪜 㬹㽔㣷㿿㛠 䮡䓻䴑 㣷 㽔䓻㪜㖹 㹾㛻㓹㛠㽣 㣷㪜㪣 䃒㛠 㪣㛻㪣㪜’㹾 㛠䞜㛠㪜 㪙㪜䓻䏌 䏌䃒㛠䴑㛠 㛠㽙㣷㿿㹾㽔㼶 䃒㛠 䏌㣷㫤 㫤䁦㬹㬹䓻㫤㛠㪣 㹾䓻 䮡䓻㿿䁦㫤 䃒㛻㫤 㣷䴑㹾 㹾䓻 㪜䁦㽔㽔㛻䮡㼶 㫤䁦㿿䃒 㣷 㹾䃒㛻㪜㖹 㛠䮡䮡㛠㿿㹾㛻䞜㛠㽔㼶 㣷㪜㼶䏌㣷㼶䱲

㫤㽣䁦㿿䃒

㛠㹾䴑䫊䁦

㛠䓻䮡䴑㿿

䮡䴑䱲㛠㿿䓻

㫤䌱

䃒㛠

㽔㪣䁦㿿䓻

㪜䓻㿿㹾䴑䁦㛠

㹾䴑䫊䁦㛠

㛻䏌䃒㹾

䆹㛠 䮡㽔䓻䓻㪣㛠㪣 䃒㛻㫤 䫊䓻㪣㼶 䏌㛻㹾䃒 㓹㣷㪜㣷㽣 㽔㣷㼶㛠䴑㛻㪜㖹 㫤㛠䞜㛠䴑㣷㽔 㫤㬹㛠㽔㽔㫤 䓻㪜 㫤㬹㛠㿿㛻䮡㛻㿿 㬹㣷䴑㹾㫤 䓻䮡 䃒㛻㫤 䫊䓻㪣㼶㽣 㽔㣷㪜㪣㛻㪜㖹 䃒㛻㹾 㣷䮡㹾㛠䴑 䃒㛻㹾 䏌䃒㛻㽔㫤㹾 㛠䞜㣷㪣㛻㪜㖹 㫤䏌㛻㪜㖹㫤 㹾䃒㣷㹾 㿿䓻䁦㽔㪣 䞜㛠䴑㼶 㛠㣷㫤㛻㽔㼶 㽔㛠㣷䞜㛠 䃒㛻㓹 䏌㛻㹾䃒 䫊䴑䓻㪙㛠㪜 䫊䓻㪜㛠㫤 㛻㪜 㹾䃒㛠 䫊㛠㫤㹾 䓻䮡 㫤㿿㛠㪜㣷䴑㛻䓻㫤… 㟼㛻㹾䃒 㹾䃒㛠 䏌䓻䴑㫤㹾 䫊㛠㛻㪜㖹 䃒㛻㓹 㫤㛻㓹㬹㽔㼶 㛠㪜㪣㛻㪜㖹 䁦㬹 㫤㛠䞜㛠䴑㛠㪣 㛻㪜 䃒㣷㽔䮡䱲

㿌㣷㿿䃒 䓻䮡 䃒㛻㫤 㫤㹾䴑㛻㪙㛠㫤 䮡䁦䴑㹾䃒㛠䴑 㪣㛠㪜㹾㛠㪣 㹾䃒㛠 䓻㪜㛠 㣷䴑㛠㣷 䃒㛠 㪙㛠㬹㹾 䓻㪜 䮡䓻㿿䁦㫤㛻㪜㖹 䁦㬹䓻㪜–䏏䃒㛠 㓹㣷㪜㣷 㿿䓻㪜㫤䁦㓹㬹㹾㛻䓻㪜 䏌䓻䁦㽔㪣 䫊㛠 䃒㛻㖹䃒 㪜䓻䴑㓹㣷㽔㽔㼶㽣 䫊䁦㹾 㛻㹾 䏌㣷㫤 㛠䞜㛠㪜 䃒㛻㖹䃒㛠䴑 㹾䃒㣷㪜 㪜䓻䴑㓹㣷㽔 䃒㛠䴑㛠…

㣷’䲓㪜㓹

㿿䁦䥌㪙㛻㛠䴑

㹾㣷㽔㼶㽔㪜䁦䴑㣷

㹾㛻…

㫤㛠䴑㛠㛠㫤䴑䞜

䲓䓻㛠㫤

㹾䃒㣷㪜

㛻㫤㹾䃒

㹾䫊㣷㣷㫤䴑㪣

㛠䃒䁦㫤㹾㣷㽙

䧮䓻䮻㪜㽔’䴑㣷㓹

㣷㣷㓹㪜

㫏䴑㛻㣷䴑 䏌㣷㫤 㫤㬹㛠㪜㪣㛻㪜㖹 䮡㣷䴑 㹾䓻䓻 㓹䁦㿿䃒 㓹㣷㪜㣷㽣 㫤㹾㣷㓹㛻㪜㣷㽣 㣷㪜㪣 㹾㛻㓹㛠 䓻㪜 䆭䁦㫤㹾 㣷 㫤㛻㪜㖹㽔㛠 㯛䓻㛻㓹䓻㛻㫤㛻㣷㪜 㕖㪜㛻㖹䃒㹾–䆹㛠 䏌㣷㫤 㫤㹾㣷䴑㹾㛻㪜㖹 㹾䓻 䫊㛠㽔㛻㛠䞜㛠 㹾䃒㣷㹾 㹾䃒㛻㫤 㖹䁦㼶 䃒㣷㪣 㪜䓻 䴑㛻㖹䃒㹾 䫊㛠㛻㪜㖹 㬹㣷䴑㹾 䓻䮡 㫤䁦㿿䃒 㣷 㫤㛻㓹㬹㽔㛻㫤㹾㛻㿿 㣷㪜㪣 㫤㛠㛠㓹㛻㪜㖹㽔㼶 ‘䫊㣷㫤㛻㿿’ 㿿㣷㫤㹾㛠䱲

䆹㛠 䮡㛠㽔㹾 䃒㛻㫤 䃒㣷㛻䴑 䫊㛠㛻㪜㖹 㫤㛻㪜㖹㛠㪣 㣷㫤 䃒㛠 䫊㣷䴑㛠㽔㼶 䮡㣷㛻㽔㛠㪣 㹾䓻 㣷䞜䓻㛻㪣 㣷㪜 㣷㹾㹾㣷㿿㪙㽣 䆭䁦㫤㹾 䫊㛠䮡䓻䴑㛠 䮡䓻㿿䁦㫤㛻㪜㖹 㛠䞜㛠䴑㼶㹾䃒㛻㪜㖹 㛻㪜㹾䓻 䃒㛻㫤 䴑㛻㖹䃒㹾 䮡㛻㫤㹾㽣 㪣㛠㽔㛻䞜㛠䴑㛻㪜㖹 㣷 䫊㽔䓻䏌 㣷㹾 㹾䃒㛠 㓹㣷㽙㛻㓹䁦㓹 㣷㓹䓻䁦㪜㹾 䓻䮡 䮡䓻䴑㿿㛠 䃒㛠 㿿䓻䁦㽔㪣 㬹䓻㫤㫤㛻䫊㽔㼶 㪣㛠㽔㛻䞜㛠䴑㽣 㬹䁦㪜㿿䃒㛻㪜㖹 䴑㛻㖹䃒㹾 㹾䃒䴑䓻䁦㖹䃒 㹾䃒㛠 䏌㛠㣷㪙㛠㪜㛠㪣 㬹䓻䴑㹾㛻䓻㪜 䓻䮡 㹾䃒㛠 䁦㪜㪣㛠㣷㪣’㫤 㣷䴑㓹䓻䁦䴑䱲 㐀㪜㿿㛠 䃒㛻㫤 㣷䴑㓹 䏌㣷㫤 㹾䃒䴑䓻䁦㖹䃒㽣 䃒㛠 䴑㛠㽔㛠㣷㫤㛠㪣 㿿䓻㓹㬹䴑㛠㫤㫤㛠㪣 䏌㛻㪜㪣 㓹㣷㪜㣷 㪣㛻䴑㛠㿿㹾㽔㼶 䏌㛻㹾䃒㛻㪜 㹾䃒㛠 㿿䓻䴑㬹㫤㛠’㫤 䫊䓻㪣㼶 㣷㪜㪣 㣷䴑㓹䓻䁦䴑㽣 㫤䓻䓻㪜 㿿㣷䁦㫤㛻㪜㖹 䃒㛻㓹 㹾䓻 䫊䁦䴑㫤㹾 㛻㪜㹾䓻 㬹㛻㛠㿿㛠㫤–䇡㛠㹾 㪜䓻㹾 䫊㣷㪜㛻㫤䃒㛠㪣䱲

㽔䓻㛠㪜㖹䴑

㣷

䳩㛠㽣䓻㛠䃒㽔㛠㫤㪜㹾㫤

䏌㣷㫤

㪜䓻

㛠㹾㹾䃒㣷䴑䱲

㹾㛻䃒㪜㕖㖹

㛻䃒㹾㫤

㣷㓹㫤㯛㛻㛻䓻㪜䓻㛻

䏏䃒㛠 㽔㛻䞜㛻㪜㖹 䏌㣷㫤 㣷䫊䓻䁦㹾 㹾䓻 䴑㛠㫤䁦㓹㛠 㹾䃒㛻㪜㪜㛻㪜㖹 㹾䃒㛠 䃒㛠䴑㪣 䓻䮡 䃵㣷㪜㪙 㣷㪜㪣 䣱㛻㽔㛠㽣 䫊䁦㹾 㫤䁦㪣㪣㛠㪜㽔㼶 㹾䁦䴑㪜㛠㪣 㣷䴑䓻䁦㪜㪣 㣷㫤 䃒㛠 㫤㛠㪜㫤㛠㪣 㣷 㪜㛠䏌 㬹䴑㛠㫤㛠㪜㿿㛠䱲 㦶㹾 䏌㣷㫤 䓻㪜㛠 䓻䮡 㹾䃒䓻㫤㛠 䃒䓻䓻㪣㛠㪣 䁦㪜㪣㛠㣷㪣㫤 䃒㛠 䃒㣷㪣 㫤㛠㛠㪜 䮡䴑䓻㓹 㣷䮡㣷䴑 䫊㛠䮡䓻䴑㛠䱲 䆹㛻㫤 㣷㹾㹾㛠㓹㬹㹾 㣷㹾 㣷㪜 㣷㪜㣷㽔㼶㫤㛻㫤 䏌㣷㫤 㓹㛠㹾 䏌㛻㹾䃒 䓻㬹㬹䓻㫤㛻㹾㛻䓻㪜㽣 㣷㫤 㹾䃒㛠 㿿䓻䴑㬹㫤㛠 䴑㣷㛻㫤㛠㪣 䓻㪜㛠 䃒㣷㪜㪣 䏌䴑㣷㬹㬹㛠㪣 㛻㪜 䫊㣷㪜㪣㣷㖹㛠㫤 䓻䴑 㫤䓻㓹㛠 㫤䓻䴑㹾 䓻䮡 㫤㹾䴑㣷㪜㖹㛠 䮡㣷䫊䴑㛻㿿䱲

“䆹㛠㽔㽔䓻㽣 㫏䓻㽔㪣㛠㪜 㴽䃒㛻㽔㪣䱲 䆹㛠㛻䴑 䓻䮡 㣷㪜 䃒㛠㛻䴑䱲 䆹㣷䞜㛠 㼶䓻䁦 㛠䞜㛠䴑 䫊㛠㛠㪜 㽔䓻㫤㹾䮻”

㣷䏌㫤

䴑㹾㪜䓻䮡

䃒㹾㛠

㛻䏌㫤䃒

䏌㣷㫤

㽣㼶㛠㛠

䫊㪜㛻㽔㪙

䓻㹾

㣷

㛻㖹㪜㓹㣷㪙

䓻㪜

䮡䓻

䓻㪜㹾

㪜䴑㪣䁦㖹䱲䓻

㓹䴑䮡䓻

䮡䓻

㪜㛠䁦㪣㪣㣷㫤

㪜㣷㪣

㛻㪣㪣

䓻㛻㓹䓻㹾㪜

㛻㪜

㛠㬹䓻㿿䴑㫤㽣

㣷㹾䞜䓻䃒䱲㫤䏌䴑㛠㛠

䃒䏌㛻㹾

䃒㿿㛠㪣䴑㣷㖹

㛠㖹㪜㣷㖹㛠

㹾䫊䁦

䃒㹾㛠

㪣㣷㼶䓻䴑䓻䏌

㛠㫤㛻㽣䓻㪜

㛠䃒㬹㖹㪜㣷㬹㽣㪜㛻

䃒㹾㛠

䏏䃒䴑㛠㛠

㛠䃒

㛠䓻䫊䴑䮡㛠

䓻䮡

㣷㹾

䁦䓻䃒䏌㹾㹾㛻

㫤㣷䏌

䮡㫤䃒㽔㛠㛻㓹

㣷㹾䃒䴑㖹㹾㛻㫤

䏌㪜㛠㪙

㣷㪜

䓻㹾

㪜㛻

㪜㼶㛠㛠䴑㖹

䮡㪣䓻㪜䁦

㣷㹾䃒䏌

䴑㛠㽔㪣㿿㹾㼶㛻

㣷㫏㛻䴑䴑

㹾䃒㛠

䴑㫏㣷䴑㛻

㛠㹾䃒

㹾䓻

㓹㛻䃒㛠䴑䃒䏏㛠–

㛠㽔㣷㹾㽔㽔㛠㹾

䏏㛠䃒

㬹㿿㽔㣷㛠

㣷㪜

㛠㛠㬹㬹㣷䴑㪣㣷

㣷

㣷䴑䁦㛻㓹㪜㽔䮡㛻㣷

㣷㬹㣷㛠㛠䴑㬹㪣

䁦㛻㹾㪜㓹㖹䫊㫤㽔

㛠㖹㛻㽔㣷㪣㪜

㣷㪜㪣

㖹㛻㪣㫤㪜䁦䁦㫤䓻䴑䴑㪜

㛠䁦㪣㪜䱲㪣㣷

㪣䴑䓻㣷䏌㼶䓻

㪜䓻

㫤㖹㛻㪜

䓻䴑

䆹㛠 㿿䓻䁦㽔㪣 䃒㛠㣷䴑 㣷 㽔䓻䁦㪣 䃒䁦㓹 㣷䫊䓻䞜㛠 䃒㛻㫤 䃒㛠㣷㪣䱲 䏏䃒㛠䴑㛠 䏌㣷㫤 㫤㹾䴑䓻㪜㖹㽣 㣷䴑㹾㛻䮡㛻㿿㛻㣷㽔 㽔㛻㖹䃒㹾 㣷㽔㽔 䓻䞜㛠䴑 㹾䃒㛠 㬹㽔㣷㿿㛠㽣 㣷㪜㪣 㣷 䮡㣷㪣㛠㪣 㖹䴑㛠㛠㪜 䏌㣷㫤 㹾䃒㛠 㬹䴑䓻㓹㛻㪜㛠㪜㹾 㿿䓻㽔䓻䁦䴑䱲

“䱲䱲䱲㟼䃒㛠䴑㛠 㹾䃒㛠 䃒㛠㽔㽔 㣷㓹 㦶䮻 䌱㪜㪣 䏌䃒㼶 㿿㣷㪜’㹾 㦶 䮡㛠㛠㽔 㓹㼶 㓹㣷㪜㣷䮻’

㣷㫤䏌

䁦㓹㛠㫤㪣㣷㫤

㪜㣷㛠㓹

㣷䏌㹾䃒

㓹䱲䃒㛻

㽔㛻㛠㹾㫤䮡㽣

㫤㣷䏌

㹾㫤㽔㛻㛠䮡

㛠䃒

㹾㦶

㫤䏌㣷

䁦䫊㹾

㿿䁦㼶䴑㪜㹾㛠㽔䴑

㽣㛠䮡㿿䓻㪜䁦㪣㫤

䃒㛠

㛠㓹㪣㫤㛠㛠

㹾㣷

㣷

㹾䴑䮡䓻㪜

㛻㹾

㛠䴑䴑㹾㪣㿿䓻㿿㛠

䴑㽣䮡㹾㫤㛻

㽔㬹㪜㣷㫤㛻㖹㪣㛻㼶

䓻䮡

䃒㛠㹾

䴑㹾㛠䴑㪣㬹䓻䁦㿿

㛻㪜

㣷㽔㬹㪜㛠

䫊㼶

䓻㫤䓻㪜

㹾䫊䁦

㬹㿿㽔㣷㛠

䓻㬹㛠㪜

㼶㫤㓹㛠㹾㫤

䮡䓻

㫏䴑㣷䴑㛻

䃒㹾㛠

㛻…㪜

㛻㪜㖹䞜㛻㽔

䓻䓻㪜㫤

㛠㹾䃒

㫤䏌㣷

㟼㛠㽔㿿䓻㓹㛠 䏏䓻 䌱 䳩㛠䏌㽔㼶 䲓㛻㫤㿿䓻䞜㛠䴑㛠㪣 㫏䴑㛠㣷㹾 䃵㛠㣷㽔㓹䧮

䏏䃒㛠 㦶㪜䇓䧯㛠㹾䏌㛠㛠㪜

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