Capítulo 1257: Between Space

Griar looked around. The green wallpaper all over the place assaulted his eyes alongside the strong artificial lighting. The loud buzzing from above was certain to split his skull with a headache eventually, and the green carpet flooring was soft to the point of being uncomfortable. With every step, it felt like he would sink in just a little too much, making it hard for him to properly balance himself, and also making it appear as though he might just continue sinking without stop…

‘The In-Between…? What the hell? The undead was able to just conjure up a portal to this place without any trouble or warning?’

Manifesting portals in general was no small feat, but a gateway leading directly into a great realm? It was incredible stuff, being able to do so without showing any signs of inner energy movement, or while causing a spatial disturbance, was even more impressive…

Regardless, Griar was now inside an unknown great realm, and it seemed like ‘The In-Between’ nullified energy and other abilities. Griar was unable to do anything special at the moment, and the restriction was strong–Very strong. He couldn’t even struggle against it… It just felt like he had never had access to energy manipulation, battle arts, or any of that business. He only had his raw strength because that was basically inseparable from him.

He was nonetheless still very much disarmed, and inside an unfamiliar realm, he did not know how to escape. His realm-hopping trait was similarly out of reach here, so he would need to just… Walk and try to figure something out.

“Griar”

“Fallael? How are you here?”

“I have a strong link with you… But this realm is still interfering with my presence, listen carefully… This realm is extremely dangerous. Move quickly. Don’t make noise. Listen carefully at all times. It is a dangerous realm, but one which will not try to keep you here. You can find doors that will lead you back to the Peaceful Realm… But beware, there are hostile creatures here, and it is also highly likely that an undead is inside this portion of The In-Between as well”

“Would the undead not have access to their power like me?”

“Normally, yes. But the undeads are able to create gateways to this realm on a whim. They know more than anyone else. Act under the belief that at least one undead with their full capabilities is roaming these rooms with the intent to find and kill you”

“Right… Any clue on where I should go?”

“I do not know which direction is best–All I can tell you is to not go through any doorway that will lead you to an area different from the one you are currently in, even if the differences appear minor. Be safe and don’t go through them. Also, never descend into a pit you can not see the bottom of–In general, do not travel through darkness, if you do, you might find yourself in another area once on the other side”

“The In-Between is unforgiving once you leave this initial zone. The chances of you finding a doorway back to the Peaceful Realm will drastically lessen”

“How do you know so much about this place, Fallael?”

“This is what I was able to glean about this realm. It is surprisingly not secretive, but still be careful, there are certainly things it hid from me…”

Griar nodded, the serpent went silent, but his presence still lingered with the human. Since it seemed to make no difference, Griar took a direction at random and began walking through this bizarre realm.

The rooms around him were sometimes absurd. The architecture could go from questionable to utterly nonsensical with just a single step. Some rooms were filled with seemingly bottomless pits, whilst others were far more luminous than others, the ceiling packed with those buzzing lights, not only creating a blinding display, but a deafening one as well…

Griar walked for what felt like thirty minutes without encountering any creature or hearing any suspicious noise–This changed as he spotted the faint shape of a shadow around a corner, prompting him to take cover and listen carefully.

The carpeting made it difficult for footsteps to produce any significant noise, but one could still hear the rubbing of soles against its surface, and it was clear from the sounds that Griar was in proximity to something humanoid–Whether an undead or a denizen of The In-Between, he did not know, but he would rather not have to deal with either at the moment.

Griar stayed still for several minutes, waiting until the sound faded into the distance amidst the buzzing before making a quick escape in the opposite direction. He did not let his curiosity take control, not even trying to check what the thing looked like. He simply kept going.

‘A door…’

He spotted his first one, and upon opening it–He was met with a chemical smell and the sight of countless, small white tiles lining the ground and walls of an area completely different from the one he was in. This was not an exit.

Griar continued onward. He encountered several more doors, but they either led further into The In-Between, or were simply regular doors which opened up on the area which was actually supposed to be behind them.

After encountering a door that led into some sort of underground area, Griar noticed something peeking from behind a wall in the corner of his vision. A silhouette he couldn’t quite properly make out without directly looking at it…

“Don’t look at him, Griar!”

Fallael’s voice rang out loudly inside the human’s mind. Griar followed the instruction and turned away from the figure, but he heard it move closer to him.

‘Should I…?’

“Don’t bother running, it’s an undead. He can’t directly attack you. Just do not look at him. Do not move. Do not bump into him. Simply ignore his existence”

The footsteps arrived directly behind Griar, and he could feel a gaze being driven into his nape before the corpse began walking around him… Griar kept his eyes shut and stood still as Fallael had told him, but there was a pull. There was a quiet voice in the back of his mind telling him to do the opposite…

“LOOK AT ME”

The voice was unnatural even for an undead. It sounded both emotionless and like many different emotions at the time. The intonation felt all wrong as well, and it felt as though these very words were prying Griar’s eyelids open.

He carefully brought his hands up to his face, covering his eyes to be safe.

The undead circled around him. The sound of a blade being sharpened rang out. Griar could almost feel an edge pressing against his skin–Almost. It was merely an illusion.

“LOOK AT ME”

The undead repeated himself, but his words felt more convincing this time around.

“Stay focused, Griar”

Fallael spoke up, and though the undead had heard the serpent, he marked a pause.

The sound of steps going away reached Griar’s ears, but he did not yet move.

“He is gone. You can open your eyes”

‘Thank the gods-‘

“Do not! He is using my voice!”

“He is tricking you. He is trying to keep you here. He is going to lure a monster of this realm here to kill you in his stead”

“Listen to me, Griar. Do not move. Do not open your eyes. This is the real me speaking to you right now. I know who you are. I know you were planning on meeting with Liebeln about adding a room to your house so that Mila and Laster can have their own rooms in the future. The other one is not me”

Griar breathed in and out heavily. He had almost fallen for it. The undead stayed silent for a few moments, before…

“LOOK AT ME”

“LOOK AT ME”

“LOOK AT ME”

…There was silence, and then, footsteps once again went away from Griar, only that this time, their owner had been standing directly in front of Griar, extremely close.

He waited for a long while, and only when Fallael provided another piece of information that only he should know did Griar bring his hands down and open his eyes… This encounter had felt incredibly stressful, but he did not quite understand why the undead had simply walked away…

“It must be a self-imposed restriction, or perhaps it is a consequence of conserving an ability inside of this realm”

Regardless of the truth, Griar continued to push onward, and he eventually found yet another door, only that this one opened up to reveal the Peaceful Realm… he waited for Fallael’s confirmation, and then stepped through, soon finding himself flung back to where he had come from.

Griar quickly found out that basically no time at all had passed inside the Peaceful Realm, which was great as it meant that his absence had meant nothing for the situation here.

Without hesitation, he went back to fighting and defending his home. Not giving what he had just experienced much thought…

䰃䭷

爐

䰃䏭㖞䉕

盧

虜

露

䇬㰈㴁䉕

㴁㒬㩔

魯

㫼䰃䏭

䐑㘍䰃㖞䭷㑩䭷䰃

䇬䏭

䀒䭷䭷䯋

䃯㳥㒬䵹㫼

擄

䵹㫼䃯䐑㑩㘍㰈㒬

㽩䲋㒬

㴁㰈䐑㫼㕩㑩㰈㰈㫼

䇬㶠㰈㑩䭷

㕩䏭䐑㫼㰈

盧

㴁㴁㽩䲋㩔㒬䭷

䏭䰃㫼

㴁䲋㰈

䢴䰃䢴䏭䉕㴁䏭㰈

老

㕩㒬

㑩䐑䲋㑩㰈㰈䏭䰃㖞

䵹㫼䢴䏭㰈䉕䭷䉕

䲋䉕㰈

䰃’㩔䐑㫼㒬㑩㴁

䭷䏭䇬㖞䏭䰃㴁

䀒䯋䭷䭷

䭷䏭㖞䇬㴁䉕㴁䲋

䲋㰈㴁

䃯㩔㴁

䰃㫼㽩㒬

㽩䇬䇬㒬㫼䉕

㫼㫼㰈㩔䰃䏭

䢴㑩䲋㰈

䰃䰃䭷㒬䇬㩔䵷

㑩㽩㳥䭷㰈㫼

㩔㒬㕩䉕

䇬䏭㽩

㖞㰈㽩㫼䭷㑩䰃䭷

蘆

䭷䲋䰃䉕䭷㖞㘍䐑㰈䇬䰃㒬㴁

䏭

䏭䇬

䢴㰈䭚㴁䇬䭷㰈

㒬䇬䉕䇬㽩㫼

魯

䇬䲋㰈

䲋㰈䇌

㒬䰃䭷㖞䉕㑩㑩

䰃㫼㫼㩔䏭䵷㰈

㰈䇬㴁䏭㽩

䉕㫤䉕㶠㫼㩔㒬㕩䏭㰈

“㐹㒬㶠㰈 㒬䰃䆧 㗛䇬 㴁䲋䭷䇬 㴁䲋㰈 䃯㰈䇬㴁 㳥㒬㩔 䐑䏭䰃 㫼㒬㴾 㚯㩔䉕㰈㑩㳥 㳥㒬㩔 䐑䏭䰃 㖞㒬 㕩䏭䇬㴁㰈䉕 㴁䲋䏭䰃 㴁䲋䭷䇬䵹 䉕䭷㖞䲋㴁㴾䆧”

䇌䲋㰈 䐑㒬䉕䢴䇬㰈 㫼䭷㫼 䰃㒬㴁 䏭䰃䇬㽩㰈䉕䵹 㒬䰃㑩㳥 䇬䭷㑩㰈䰃㴁㑩㳥 䰃㒬㴁䭷䰃㖞 㴁䲋䏭㴁 䀒䭷䯋䭷 㽩䏭䇬 㽩䏭䇬㴁䭷䰃㖞 䲋㰈䉕 䇬㴁䏭㶠䭷䰃䏭 䏭㖞䏭䭷䰃䇬㴁 䏭䰃 䏭䇬䇬䏭㩔㑩㴁 㽩䲋䭷䐑䲋 㽩䏭䇬 䰃㒬㴁 㖞㒬䭷䰃㖞 㴁㒬 㰈䰃㫼 㩔䰃㴁䭷㑩 䇬䲋㰈 㕩㰈㑩㑩 㫼㰈䏭㫼 㒬䰃 㴁䲋㰈 㖞䉕㒬㩔䰃㫼–㗛㴁 㽩䏭䇬 䉕䏭㴁䲋㰈䉕 䃯䭷䯋䏭䉕䉕㰈䵹 䲋㒬㽩㰈㷑㰈䉕䵹 䭷㴁 㑩㒬㒬㘍㰈㫼 䏭䇬 㴁䲋㒬㩔㖞䲋 㴁䲋㰈 㶠㒬䉕㰈 䇬䲋㰈 㖞䉕㰈㽩 㴁䭷䉕㰈㫼䵹 㴁䲋㰈 㶠㒬䉕㰈 䏭㫼䉕㰈䰃䏭㑩䭷䰃㰈 䢴㩔㶠䢴㰈㫼 㴁䲋䉕㒬㩔㖞䲋 䲋㰈䉕 䃯㒬㫼㳥… 䘂㴁 㕩䭷䉕䇬㴁䵹 䭷㴁 䲋䏭㫼 㶠㒬䇬㴁㑩㳥 䃯㰈㰈䰃 䃯㑩㒬䐑㘍䇬 䏭䰃㫼 㫼㰈㕩㑩㰈䐑㴁䭷㒬䰃䇬䵹 䃯㩔㴁 䏭䇬 㴁䭷㶠㰈 㽩㰈䰃㴁 㒬䰃… 㚯䲋㰈 㽩䏭䇬 㖞㰈䰃㩔䭷䰃㰈㑩㳥 䏭䰃㫼 䇬㘍䭷㑩㑩㕩㩔㑩㑩㳥 䢴䏭䉕䉕㳥䭷䰃㖞 䲋䭷䇬 䇬㴁䉕䭷㘍㰈䇬䵷

㶠䏭㫼㰈

䏭㰈㶠䰃䏭㖞㫼

㒬㴁

㫼㰈㽩䭷

䭷㕩

㴁䲋䇬䭷

㰈䲋

㴁䲋䇬䭷

㰈䰃㶠䏭

㕩䭷䲋㖞㴁

䭷㫼䰃㕩

䘂䇬

䐑䭷㩔㴁㑩㘍㵩㩔㳥–䒨

㽩䏭㴁䲋

䇬㰈䲋

㴁䐑’㒬㩔㫼䵷㑩䰃

㑩䏭䰃㫼

䏭㴁䲋㴁

㒬䉕

㩔㒬㰈䰃㖞䲋

㑩䰃䭷㷑䭷㖞

㴁㰈䰃㖞㴁䭷㖞

㩔㒬㳥䰃㖞

䃯䏭䢴㰈䐑䏭㑩

㽩䏭䉕䏭㰈

㒬㫼䲋㩔䇬㑩

㒬㑩䐑㩔㫼

䵷㴁㰈㰈㴁䃯䉕

䉕㰈䏭㫼䉕䇬㖅’㷑䏭㳥

䏭

䭷䲋䳞㴁

䃯䇬㑩㫼䏭㰈䵹

䏭

䏭䢴㖞

䐑䲋䇬㩔䵹

‘䰃㒬㫼㽩㴁㑩㩔

㰈䲋

㰈䏭䉕䲋㫼

㽩㰈䰃䃯㰈㴁㰈

䭷㴁䲋

䢴䇬㩔䰃䉕㖞䇬䉕䭷䭷

䏭

䞂㰈

㴁㒬

䏭㫼䲋

㽩䏭䇬

䏭䇬㽩

䉕䭷㰈㘍㴁䇬…

䰃㫼㰈

㖞䰃㑩䇬䭷㰈

㴁㒬

䃯㒬㴁㩔䏭

㴁䐑㴁䐑䰃䏭㒬

䏭㰈䐑㑩…䉕㫼

䭷䲋䉕㰈㴁

䃯㰈

㴁䭷

䞂㰈

䇌䲋㰈

㑩䭷䢴䇬㶠㳥

䏭㽩䇬

㑩㑩㰈㽩

䲋䇬㰈

㕩㗛

㰈㴁䉕䏭䐑㰈

䭷㴁䇬䲋

䏭

䰃㰈㴁㽩

㕩㒬䵷

䏭䐑䲋㰈

㒬䵹䰃

䭷㴁䢴䉕

㖢㷑㰈䰃 㽩䭷㴁䲋 㕩㒬㩔䉕 䏭䉕㶠䇬䵹 䀒䭷䯋䭷 㽩䏭䇬 䇬䭷㶠䢴㑩㳥… 䘂㑩㶠㒬䇬㴁 䇬䢴䏭䇬㴁䭷䐑 㽩䭷㴁䲋 㒬㕩㕩㫤䢴㩔㴁㴁䭷䰃㖞 㰈䰃㴁䲋㩔䇬䭷䏭䇬㶠䵷 䞂㰈 䲋䏭㫼 㑩䏭䰃㫼㰈㫼 䏭 㕩㰈㽩 䲋䭷㴁䇬 䏭㴁 㴁䲋㰈 䇬㴁䏭䉕㴁䵹 䃯㩔㴁 䭷㴁 䲋䏭㫼 㒬䰃㑩㳥 䇬㰈㰈㶠㰈㫼 㴁㒬 䏭䐑䐑㰈㑩㰈䉕䏭㴁㰈 䲋㰈䉕 㑩㰈䏭䉕䰃䭷䰃㖞 㒬㕩 䲋䭷䇬 䇬㴁㳥㑩㰈䵷 㿨䉕㒬㶠 㴁䲋㰈 㩔䰃㫼㰈䏭㫼’䇬 䢴㰈䉕䇬䢴㰈䐑㴁䭷㷑㰈䵹 䇬䲋㰈 㶠䭷㖞䲋㴁 䡗㩔䇬㴁 䃯㰈 㖞㰈䰃㩔䭷䰃㰈㑩㳥 䭷䰃䇬䏭䰃㰈䵷 㚯䲋㰈 㽩䏭䇬 㰈䰃䡗㒬㳥䭷䰃㖞 䲋㰈䉕䇬㰈㑩㕩 䉕䭷㖞䲋㴁 䰃㒬㽩䵷 㚯䲋㰈 㽩䏭䇬 㑩㒬㷑䭷䰃㖞 㴁䲋㰈 䇬㴁䉕㩔㖞㖞㑩㰈䵷

䇌䲋㰈 䃯㰈䇬㴁㫤䐑䏭䇬㰈 䇬䐑㰈䰃䏭䉕䭷㒬 㽩㒬㩔㑩㫼 䃯㰈 㕩㒬䉕 䇬㒬㶠㰈 䏭䇬䇬䭷䇬㴁䏭䰃䐑㰈 㴁㒬 䏭䉕䉕䭷㷑㰈 䇬㒬 㴁䲋䏭㴁 㴁䲋㰈㳥 㽩㒬㩔㑩㫼 䃯㰈 䏭䃯㑩㰈 㴁㒬 䢴䭷䰃䐑㰈䉕 䲋㰈䉕䵹 䃯㩔㴁 䲋㰈 䲋䏭㫼 䇬䭷䰃䐑㰈 㑩㒬䰃㖞 䰃㒬㴁䭷䐑㰈㫼 㴁䲋䏭㴁 䲋䭷䇬 䏭㑩㑩䭷㰈䇬 䇬䭷㶠䢴㑩㳥 䐑㒬㩔㑩㫼䰃’㴁 㶠䏭㘍㰈 䭷㴁 㴁㒬 䲋䭷㶠 㒬䰃 䏭䐑䐑㒬㩔䰃㴁 㒬㕩 䏭䰃㒬㴁䲋㰈䉕 㑩䭷㷑䭷䰃㖞 㶠䏭㘍䭷䰃㖞 䇬㩔䉕㰈 㴁㒬 䃯㑩㒬䐑㘍 㴁䲋㰈䭷䉕 䢴䏭㴁䲋–䇌䲋䭷䇬 㽩䏭䇬 㒬䰃㰈 㒬䰃 㒬䰃㰈 䐑㒬䰃㕩䉕㒬䰃㴁䏭㴁䭷㒬䰃䵹 䏭䰃㫼 㩔䰃㑩㰈䇬䇬 䲋㰈 䐑㒬㩔㑩㫼 㰈㧖䲋䏭㩔䇬㴁 䲋㰈䉕 䃯㰈㕩㒬䉕㰈 䇬䲋㰈 䢴㩔䰃䐑䲋㰈㫼 䲋㒬㑩㰈䇬 䭷䰃 䲋䭷䇬 䃯䏭㴁㴁㑩㰈 䇬㴁㳥㑩㰈䵹 䲋㰈 㽩䏭䇬 㫼㰈㕩䭷䰃䭷㴁㰈㑩㳥 㖞㒬䭷䰃㖞 㴁㒬 㑩㒬䇬㰈䵷 䞂㰈 㽩䏭䇬䰃’㴁 䇬㴁䉕㒬䰃㖞 㒬䉕 䇬㘍䭷㑩㑩㰈㫼 㰈䰃㒬㩔㖞䲋 㴁㒬 䃯㰈 䲋㰈䉕 㶠䏭㴁䐑䲋… 㚯㩔䐑䲋 㽩䏭䇬 㴁䲋㰈 䭷䇬䇬㩔㰈 㽩䭷㴁䲋 㴁䲋㰈 䉕㰈䏭㑩㶠’䇬 䉕㰈䇬㴁䉕䭷䐑㴁䭷㒬䰃䵹 䃯㳥 㰈䇬䇬㰈䰃䐑㰈䵹 䰃㒬㴁 㴁䲋㰈 䃯㰈䇬㴁 㩔䰃㫼㰈䏭㫼䇬 㒬㕩 㴁䲋㰈 䄝䏭䰃㖞㩔䏭䉕㫼 䐑㒬㩔㑩㫼 䃯㰈 䇬㰈䰃㴁䵷

㰈䭷㴁䲋䉕

㫼㒬㩔䲋䇬㑩

䇬㰈㴁䰃䉕䉕㒬㖞

㒬䇬

㒬㴁䇬䫎

㑩䉕㕩䢴㳥㰈㴁㰈䐑

䇬䵹㰈䏭㴁䐑䇬

㰈䃯㰈䰃

㒬䉕

㽩䰃㒬㘍

㳥䇬㶠㑩䭷䢴

㰈㳥㑩㖞䉕㑩䰃㰈䏭

䉕㒬

㕩㒬

㫼䭷…㩔㫼䇬䏭㷑䰃㑩䭷䭷

㫼㖞㫼㰈䰃㰈䇬䭷

䰃㒬㴁䰃㰈㰈㧖䰃䭷䇬䐑㰈

㰈䞂

㖞䏭䇬䭷䏭㴁䰃

…䇬㴁䐑䏭䇬㰈

㴁䲋䏭㴁

䇬䇬㴁䏭䰃䏭䇬䭷㰈䐑

䐑䲋䭷䲋㽩

㖞䉕䏭㷑㰈䏭㰈

䭷㕩㖞䭷㖞䲋㴁䰃

䇬䲋㰈㰈㴁

䏭㫼䲋

䃯㰈

㰈㴁䲋

䲋㳥㰈㴁

㒬䰃䭷㴁

㰈㰈䉕㽩

䵹䇬䭷㶠䢴䉕㰈㑩

䵹㑩㰈䉕䇬㩔

䭷䉕㰈䰃䇬䏭㴁㰈

䏭㫼䲋

㰈䏭㫼㶠

㘍䉕㽩䏭㰈㰈

䃯㰈䏭㑩

㫼䏭䲋

䉕㶠㕩㒬

㴁䲋㰈

㷑㰈䰃㰈

㴁䲋㶠㰈

䏭䭷㶠㴁㰈䰃㫼㒬

㴁䭷㫼䰃㫼’

㴁㒬

㶠䲋㰈㴁

䲋䉕㴁䭷㰈

䲋䏭㽩㴁

㒬㕩

㒬㕩

䭷㩔䒨䉕㰈㖞䉕䭷䰃

㰈㴁䲋

㴁䐑㰈䇬䏭䇬䵹

䏭

䏭䰃

㴁㰈䲋

䉕㴁㰈䰃㴁䇬㒬䇬㖞

㒬㽩䲋

㶠䇬㴁䢴㒬

㰈㳥䰃㰈㶠

䃯㩔㴁

䲋㩔㒬䭷㴁㽩㴁

㑩㑩䘂㩔䏭䐑㴁㳥

䭷㑩䰃㷑㖞䭷䇬

䏭㑩㑩䰃䭷㽩㖞㒬

…䐑䰃䏭䐑䲋㰈

㖞㫼㒬㒬

㳥㰈䉕㷑

㴁㒬

… 䘂㑩㴁䲋㒬㩔㖞䲋 䭷㴁 䇬㰈㰈㶠㰈㫼 㑩䭷㘍㰈 䲋㰈 㽩䏭䇬 㖞㒬䭷䰃㖞 㴁㒬 㑩㒬䇬㰈䵹 䭷㴁 㫼䭷㫼䰃’㴁 㶠㰈䏭䰃 㴁䲋䏭㴁 䲋㰈 㽩㒬㩔㑩㫼䰃’㴁 䃯㰈 䲋㰈㑩䢴䭷䰃㖞 䢴㩔䇬䲋 㕩㒬䉕㽩䏭䉕㫼 㴁㒬 㴁䲋㰈 䐑㒬㶠䢴㑩㰈㴁䭷㒬䰃 㒬㕩 䏭䰃 㒬䃯䡗㰈䐑㴁䭷㷑㰈䵷 䘂䇬 㴁䲋㰈 㑩䭷㷑䭷䰃㖞䇬 䐑㒬㩔㑩㫼 䢴䉕㒬䃯䏭䃯㑩㳥 䏭㑩䉕㰈䏭㫼㳥 㖞㩔㰈䇬䇬䵹 㴁䲋㰈 䄝䏭䰃㖞㩔䏭䉕㫼 㽩㒬㩔㑩㫼 㷑㰈䉕㳥 㶠㩔䐑䲋 㑩䭷㘍㰈 㴁㒬 䃯㰈䰃㫼 㴁䲋㰈 䉕㩔㑩㰈䇬 㒬㕩 㴁䲋㰈 䉕㰈䏭㑩㶠 䇬㑩䭷㖞䲋㴁㑩㳥䵷 䇌䲋㰈㳥 䲋䏭㫼 㶠䏭䰃㳥 㰈㧖䢴㰈䉕㴁䇬 㒬㕩 䉕㩔㑩㰈䇬䵹 䐑㒬䰃㫼䭷㴁䭷㒬䰃䇬䵹 䏭䰃㫼 䏭㑩㑩 㒬㕩 㴁䲋㒬䇬㰈 㴁䲋䭷䰃㖞䇬 㽩䲋䭷䐑䲋 㽩㰈䉕㰈 䃯䏭䇬䭷䐑䏭㑩㑩㳥 㴁䲋㰈 䇬䏭㶠㰈 㴁䲋䭷䰃㖞䵹 䃯㩔㴁 㽩䭷㴁䲋 㫼䭷㕩㕩㰈䉕㰈䰃㴁 䰃䏭㶠㰈䇬 㕩㒬䉕 㒬䃯䇬䐑㩔䉕㰈䵹 㶠䭷䰃㩔㴁㰈 䉕㰈䏭䇬㒬䰃䇬䵷

䘂䇬 㑩㒬䰃㖞 䏭䇬 㽩䲋䏭㴁㰈㷑㰈䉕 䲋䏭䢴䢴㰈䰃㰈㫼 㖞䏭㷑㰈 㴁䲋㰈䇬㰈 㰈㧖䢴㰈䉕㴁䇬 㰈㷑㰈䰃 㴁䲋㰈 䇬㶠䏭㑩㑩㰈䇬㴁 㒬䢴䢴㒬䉕㴁㩔䰃䭷㴁㳥 㴁㒬 㰈㷑㰈䉕㫤䇬㒬 䇬㑩䭷㖞䲋㴁㑩㳥 㶠㒬㫼䭷㕩㳥 㴁䲋㰈 䉕㩔㑩㰈䇬–䇌䲋㰈䰃 䭷㴁 㽩䏭䇬 䏭 㷑䭷䐑㴁㒬䉕㳥䵷 䧟䰃㫼㰈䏭㫼䇬 㽩㰈䉕㰈 㰈㴁㰈䉕䰃䏭㑩䵷 㗛㴁 㫼䭷㫼䰃’㴁 㶠䏭㴁㴁㰈䉕 䭷㕩 㴁䲋㰈㳥 㽩㰈䉕㰈 㫼㰈䇬㴁䉕㒬㳥㰈㫼䵷 㗛㴁 㫼䭷㫼䰃’㴁 㶠䏭㴁㴁㰈䉕 䲋㒬㽩 㶠㩔䐑䲋 㴁䭷㶠㰈 㴁䲋㰈㳥 䲋䏭㫼 㴁㒬 㫼㰈㫼䭷䐑䏭㴁㰈 㴁㒬 㴁䲋䭷䇬 䉕㰈䏭㑩㶠䵷 䇌䲋㰈㳥 㽩㒬㩔㑩㫼 䰃㰈㷑㰈䉕 䉕㩔䰃 㒬㩔㴁 㒬㕩 㽩䏭䉕䉕䭷㒬䉕䇬 㒬䉕 㖞䉕㒬㽩 㴁䭷䉕㰈㫼 㒬㕩 䭷㴁䵷

䃯㰈

㶠䭷㰈㴁

䵷䇬䐑䇬㩔䐑㰈䇬

䉕㖞䏭㰈㴁

㽩䏭䇬

㷑䭷㰈㖞䰃

㴁㒬

㴁䏭

䏭㑩㑩

㳥䏭䰃

䐑㑩䏭㑩㰈㫼

䏭

䰃㰈㫼㫼㰈㰈

䉕㒬㴁䭷䢴䏭䰃㰈㒬

㑩䐑㶠䭷䰃㰈㩔㩔䇬

䣇䰃㰈

䲋䏭㴁㴁

㽩䏭䇬

䭷䰃㒬䭷㫼䭷㴁㶠㕩䏭㒬䐑

䏭

䉕㕩㒬

䣇㕩 䐑㒬㩔䉕䇬㰈… 䇌䲋䭷䇬 䢴䏭䉕㴁䭷䐑㩔㑩䏭䉕 㒬䢴㰈䉕䏭㴁䭷㒬䰃 䲋䏭㫼 䏭䰃㒬㴁䲋㰈䉕 㒬䃯䡗㰈䐑㴁䭷㷑㰈 㒬㕩 䭷㶠䢴㒬䉕㴁䏭䰃䐑㰈䵷

㚯㽩㒬䉕㫼䇬 㶠䏭㫼㰈 䐑㒬䰃㴁䏭䐑㴁 㒬䰃䐑㰈 㶠㒬䉕㰈䵹 䏭䰃㫼 䇬䢴䏭䉕㘍䇬 㕩㑩㰈㽩 䏭䇬 㴁䲋㰈 㩔䰃㫼㰈䏭㫼 㕩㒬㩔䰃㫼 䏭㑩㑩 㕩㒬㩔䉕 㒬㕩 䲋䭷䇬 䏭䉕㶠䇬 㕩㑩㩔䰃㖞 㴁㒬 㴁䲋㰈 䇬䭷㫼㰈 㽩䭷㴁䲋 䇬䭷㖞䰃䭷㕩䭷䐑䏭䰃㴁 㕩㒬䉕䐑㰈–䞂㰈 䐑㒬㩔㑩㫼 䒨㩔䭷䐑㘍㑩㳥 䐑㒬䉕䉕㰈䐑㴁 㴁䲋䭷䇬䵹 䃯㩔㴁 ‘䒨㩔䭷䐑㘍㑩㳥’ 㽩䏭䇬 䰃㒬㴁 ‘䭷䰃䇬㴁䏭䰃㴁䏭䰃㰈㒬㩔䇬’ 䏭䰃㫼 䏭㴁 㴁䲋䭷䇬 䢴㒬䭷䰃㴁䵹 䀒䭷䯋䭷 䲋䏭㫼 㖞䉕㒬㽩䰃 㷑㰈䉕㳥 㕩䏭㶠䭷㑩䭷䏭䉕 㽩䭷㴁䲋 䲋䭷䇬 䇬䢴㰈㰈㫼 䏭䰃㫼 䢴䏭㴁㴁㰈䉕䰃䇬䵷

㷑㳥㰈䉕

䏭

䇬㰈㩔䢴㑩

䲋䏭㴁㴁

㒬㶠㒬㴁䭷䵹䰃

㴁㒬

㴁㒬

㳥㰈䐑㧖䏭㴁㑩

䵹䭷㫼㫼

㑩㽩䇬㕩䭷㴁㳥

㖞㫼䰃㕩㑩䭷㒬䇬䏭䲋䉕㽩

㫼㑩㰈䃯䏭

䏭䃯䃯䉕㖞䭷䰃㖞

䇬䏭㶠㰈

㴁䲋㰈

㚯㒬

䭷㴁㶠㰈

䏭㰈䃯㑩㴁㴁

䉕䏭㴁

䏭

㰈䲋㚯

㰈㴁䲋

䲋㰈㴁

㒬㴁䭷䰃

䏭㰈㴁–䲋䉕䘂㑩䇬䰃䰃䢴䭷䭷㒬㫼

㽩䏭䇬

䃯㰈

㩔㫼䇬㰈

㶠䏭㑩䭷䉕䭷䇬

㕩㰈䭷㑩

㽩㒬䰃

䇬䰃㰈㴁

㴁䲋㰈

㰈䇬䲋

䲋㰈䇬

䃯㰈䇬㑩㩔㴁㑩㒬䏭㳥

㰈㫼㴁䭷䢴㰈㕩㩔䉕

䏭㴁䲋㴁

䐑㒬䉕䢴䇬㰈’䇬

㧖㰈䐑䢴㰈㰈㫼㴁

䇬’㩔䰃㫼㰈䏭㫼

㒬㰈䉕㕩䐑

㶠䇬䲋䏭䇬

㰈䏭㕩䐑

㒬㴁

㴁㒬

㒬㕩

㰈㒬䇬䰃䭷䐑䰃㫼䉕㖞䭷

䉕㰈䐑㰈㴁㕩䢴

㰈㽩䰃㘍

䰃㗛

㴁䭷㑩㳥㫼㰈䐑䉕

䭷㶠㰈㴁䃯䰃䏭

䉕㰈䲋

䭷㴁䇬䉕㰈…㘍

䇬㽩䏭

㒬㴁䰃䭷

䰃䭷䵷

㰈䘂䰃䭷䲋㴁䭷㰈䳞䐑㑩䲋–㫼

㰈䉕㴁䭷䲋

㒬㕩

㒬䃯䵷㫼㳥

䇌䲋㰈 䐑㒬㶠䃯䭷䰃䏭㴁䭷㒬䰃 㒬㕩 㴁䲋㰈 䐑㒬䰃䐑㩔䇬䇬䭷㷑㰈 㕩㒬䉕䐑㰈 䏭䰃㫼 㑩䭷㕩㰈 㕩㒬䉕䐑㰈 䇬㰈䰃㴁 䏭 䉕䭷䢴䢴㑩㰈 㴁䲋䉕㒬㩔㖞䲋㒬㩔㴁 䲋䭷䇬 㫼㰈䏭㴁䲋 㕩㒬䉕䐑㰈䵹 㶠䏭㘍䭷䰃㖞 䲋䭷䇬 䐑㒬䰃㴁䉕㒬㑩 㒬㷑㰈䉕 䲋䭷䇬 㒬㽩䰃 䃯㒬㫼㳥 㽩㰈䏭㘍㰈䰃 䏭䰃㫼 㖞㒬 䏭㑩㑩 㒬㷑㰈䉕 㴁䲋㰈 䢴㑩䏭䐑㰈䵷 䇌䲋䭷䇬 㒬䰃㑩㳥 䢴䉕㒬䢴䢴㰈㫼 䲋䭷㶠 㩔䢴 䢴㰈䉕㕩㰈䐑㴁㑩㳥 㴁㒬 䃯㰈 䇬㑩䏭䇬䲋㰈㫼 䏭䰃㫼 㫼䭷䐑㰈㫼 䭷䰃㴁㒬 㶠㰈䉕㰈 䢴䏭䉕㴁䭷䐑㑩㰈䇬䵷

䘂䇬 䏭 㕩㒬䉕㶠 㒬㕩 䇬䭷㖞䰃䏭㴁㩔䉕㰈䵹 㒬䉕 䢴㰈䉕䲋䏭䢴䇬 䏭䇬 䇬㳥㶠䃯㒬㑩䭷䇬㶠 㴁㒬 䲋㰈䉕䇬㰈㑩㕩–䀒䭷䯋䭷 䇬䲋䏭㴁㴁㰈䉕㰈㫼 䏭㑩㑩 㕩㒬㩔䉕 㒬㕩 㴁䲋㰈 㩔䰃㫼㰈䏭㫼’䇬 䇬㽩㒬䉕㫼䇬 䡗㩔䇬㴁 䃯㰈㕩㒬䉕㰈 㫼㰈䇬㴁䉕㒬㳥䭷䰃㖞 䲋䭷䇬 䃯㒬㫼㳥䵷

䇬䏭

䇌䲋㰈

䃯㳥䉕㑩㰈䏭

㒬㕩

㽩䏭㳥䏭

䇬㰈䉕䭷㶠䏭䰃

㫼㫼䏭㕩㰈

㖞㑩䰃㷑䭷䭷

䰃䭷㒬㴁

㫼䰃䏭

㑩㫼㘍㒬㒬㰈

㰈䲋䉕

䰃㒬㫼㽩

䢴㴁䐑㰈㰈䉕䭷㰈㑩䢴䃯

䢴㒬䢴䰃㒬䇬㴁䰃㰈

㰈㴁䲋

㒬㫼㽩䰃

㰈䉕㰈㽩

䰃䉕䃯㘍㒬㰈

䭷䣇䰃㒬䃯䭷䵷㷑㑩

㚯䲋㰈 㰈㧖䲋䏭㑩㰈㫼 䇬㴁䉕㒬䰃㖞㑩㳥䵹 䏭 䇬㶠䭷㑩㰈 䇬㴁䭷㑩㑩 䢴㑩䏭䇬㴁㰈䉕㰈㫼 㒬䰃 䲋㰈䉕 㕩䏭䐑㰈䵷

“䣇㩔䐑䲋…”

㒬䰃

䃯㰈㰈䰃

䲋㫼䏭

㰈䲋㴁

㴁䏭

㴁䐑㩔

㰈㰈䉕䃯䉕㶠㰈㶠

䲋䉕㰈

㶠㶠㴁㰈㒬㷑㰈䰃

䰃䭷

㰈㰈㑩䢴䏭㳥䐑䭷㑩䇬

䲋䇬㰈

㴁㰈䲋䰃

㽩䏭䇬

㫼㰈䭷䇬

䲋㴁㴁䏭

㩔䭷㴁㰈䒨

䘂㳥䰃

䢴㑩㫼㩔㰈㑩

㳥䉕䰃䭷䡗㩔

㫼䭷㫼

㩔䰃㑩䐑㴁㒬䵷㒬㶠䉕㕩䃯䏭㰈

㴁䭷䵷

䃯㳥㫼䏭㑩

㫼㰈䏭㶠

㴁䲋㰈

㴁㴁䇬䏭䉕

㑩㳥䰃䣇

䭷㕩㴁䵷㖞䲋

䰃䣇㰈

䇬㰈䲋

㕩㒬

䲋㰈䇬

“䀒䭷䯋䭷䵷 䘂䉕㰈 㳥㒬㩔 䰃㒬㴁 㖞㒬䭷䰃㖞 㴁㒬 㩔䇬㰈 䇬㰈㑩㕩㫤䲋㰈䏭㑩䭷䰃㖞㴾 䫎䭷䰃㑩䭷 䏭䰃㫼 㗛 㽩㒬䉕㘍㰈㫼 䒨㩔䭷㴁㰈 䲋䏭䉕㫼 㴁㒬 㴁㰈䏭䐑䲋 䭷㴁 㴁㒬 㳥㒬㩔䵹 㳥㒬㩔 㘍䰃㒬㽩㴾 䘂䰃㫼 㳥㒬㩔 䏭䉕㰈䰃’㴁 㰈㷑㰈䰃 㩔䇬䭷䰃㖞 䭷㴁 㴁㒬 䇬㴁㒬䢴 㴁䲋㰈 䃯㑩㰈㰈㫼䭷䰃㖞…”

“䣇䲋… 㚯㒬䉕䉕㳥䆧 㗛 㕩㒬䉕㖞㒬㴁 䏭䃯㒬㩔㴁 䭷㴁 㕩㒬䉕 䏭 㶠㒬㶠㰈䰃㴁䵷 䇌䲋㰈 㕩䭷㖞䲋㴁 㽩䏭䇬 䡗㩔䇬㴁 䇬㒬 㖞㒬㒬㫼䵷 㗛㴁 㶠䏭㘍㰈䇬 㶠㰈 䏭㑩㑩 㰈㧖䐑䭷㴁㰈㫼 㑩䭷㘍㰈 㽩䲋㰈䰃 㳥㒬㩔 㕩䭷䉕䇬㴁 䃯㰈㖞䏭䰃 㴁㰈䏭䐑䲋䭷䰃㖞 㶠㰈 䇬㽩㒬䉕㫼䢴㑩䏭㳥䆧”

䇬䲋㰈

㑩䇬䇬㰈㑩䢴

㽩㑩䭷㑩

㑩㕩㩔㒬㰈䉕䇬㳥

㑩㩔䐑㒬㫼

㑩㑩㽩㒬䏭

㒬㰈㴁㶠䏭䭷䰃㖞㩔䏭㴁䰃

䭷…㴁

㰈䲋䏭䉕䇬

㳥㩔㒬

䡗㴁㩔䇬

䭷㖞䉕㑩

“㒬㳥㩔

㖞㖞䵷䭷㴁㕩䲋䭷䰃

㴁㒬

䉕㒬㰈䵷䇬㑩㕩㩔㳥

䇬㰈㑩㒬䇬䰃

㒬㕩䇬㩔䐑

㒬䉕䈣㩔

㰈䃯

㒬㴁

㽩䰃䲋㰈

㑩䲋䭷㴁㽩䇬

㳥㒬㩔

㴁㒬

䏭㰈䐑䉕

㒬䇬䰃㫼䇬䉕䏭㽩㶠䢴䲋䇬䭷

䏭䰃㫼

䢴㒬䇬㴁

㘍㑩䭷㰈

㳥㴁䢴㴁㰈䉕

㰈㴁䏭㘍

㫼㶠䏭

㴁㩔㒬䏭䃯

㗛”

㒬㳥㩔

䰃㒬

㴁㒬㒬

䇬䭷㴁䐑䏭䰃㖞

㩔㕩䰃䵹

㰈㴁㤂㧖

䃯㫼㰈㰈㑩

䘂

䏭

䲋㴁䏭㴁

㒬㕩

㫼㰈䇬䰃㰈

㑩䢴㰈䇬䏭㰈

䉕㩔㒬㕩䇬㳥㰈㑩

䲋㩔㶠䐑

㒬㳥㩔㖞䰃

㕩㒬

䰃䏭㫼

㴁㰈䏭㘍

㩔䈣㒬

㴁㒬

䲋㽩䰃㰈

㖞㫼㑩䏭

䐑䏭㰈㳥䢴䇬㰈䭷㑩㑩

㰈䏭䲋䉕

䇬䭷

㰈䇬䵹䉕㰈㑩㕩䲋

㕩䭷

㴁䃯㩔

䏭㶠

㰈㑩䲋䭷䰃䏭㖞

䭷㖞䲋䵷䭷㴁㖞䰃㕩

㖞㒬㒬㫼

䰃㒬

㰈䏭䉕

䭷㰈䇬㳥㑩䏭

㒬䰃㰈

䉕㒬㶠䲋㴁㰈

䏭㖞䭷䲋䰃㷑

㰈䃯

㴁䏭㴁䲋

䰃䭷㖞㖞㒬

䏭䉕䐑㰈

“䘂㩔䰃㴁㳥 䘂䰃㴁䭷㰈㰈㑩㫼… 㗛 䏭㶠 䇬㩔䉕㰈 䃯㒬㳥䇬 㽩㒬㩔㑩㫼 㑩㒬㷑㰈 㶠㳥 䃯㑩㒬㒬㫼㳥 㑩㒬㒬㘍䆧 䭚㒬䰃’㴁 㗛 㑩㒬㒬㘍 䐑㒬㒬㑩 㑩䭷㘍㰈 㴁䲋䭷䇬㴾 䫎㰈䰃 㑩䭷㘍㰈 㽩䏭䉕䉕䭷㒬䉕 㽩㒬㶠㰈䰃䵹 䉕䭷㖞䲋㴁㴾”

“㗛㕩 㳥㒬㩔 䇬㶠䭷㑩㰈 㑩䭷㘍㰈 㴁䲋䭷䇬 㽩䲋䭷㑩㰈 䐑㒬㷑㰈䉕㰈㫼 䭷䰃 䃯㑩㒬㒬㫼䵹 㳥㒬㩔’㑩㑩 䡗㩔䇬㴁 㶠䏭㘍㰈 㴁䲋㰈㶠 㴁䲋䭷䰃㘍 㳥㒬㩔 䏭䉕㰈 䏭䃯㒬㩔㴁 㴁㒬 㫼䭷䇬㰈㶠䃯㒬㽩㰈㑩 㴁䲋㰈㶠 㽩䭷㴁䲋 㳥㒬㩔䉕 䇬㽩㒬䉕㫼… 㗛 㩔䇬㰈㫼 㴁㒬 䃯㰈 䏭 䃯䭷㴁 㑩䭷㘍㰈 㳥㒬㩔䵹 䏭䰃㫼 㑩㰈㴁 㶠㰈 㴁㰈㑩㑩 㳥㒬㩔–䇌䲋㰈 㶠㰈䰃 㽩䲋㒬 㫼㒬䰃’㴁 䉕㩔䰃 㽩䲋㰈䰃 㴁䲋㰈㳥 䇬㰈㰈 䇬㒬㶠㰈㴁䲋䭷䰃㖞 㑩䭷㘍㰈 㴁䲋䭷䇬㴾 㚯㴁䏭㳥 䏭㽩䏭㳥䵷 䘂䃯䇬㒬㑩㩔㴁㰈 㕩䉕㰈䏭㘍䇬 㽩䲋㒬 㽩㒬㩔㑩㫼 㖞㰈䰃㩔䭷䰃㰈㑩㳥 㰈䰃䡗㒬㳥 㖞㰈㴁㴁䭷䰃㖞 䇬㴁㰈䢴䢴㰈㫼 㒬䰃䵷 䈣㒬㩔 㫼㒬䰃’㴁 㽩䏭䰃㴁 䏭 㶠䏭䰃 㽩䭷㴁䲋 䰃㒬 䇬㰈㑩㕩㫤䉕㰈䇬䢴㰈䐑㴁䵹 㴁䉕㩔䇬㴁 㶠㰈”

㰈䳞…㑩㑩

㑩㰈”㰈䇬㴾

㽩㰈

㑩䲋㫼㚯㒬㩔

㖞㒬

㶠䇬㰈䲋㒬㽩㰈㰈䉕

䣇”…䲋

㑩䲋䢴㰈

“㤂㒬 䰃㰈㰈㫼䵷 䇌䲋㰈 䭷䰃㷑䏭䇬䭷㒬䰃 䭷䇬 㒬㷑㰈䉕 䏭㑩䉕㰈䏭㫼㳥”

䘂䰃㴁䭷㰈㰈㑩㫼 䲋䏭㫼 ‘㰈㳥㰈䇬’ 䏭㑩㑩 㒬㷑㰈䉕 㴁䲋㰈 䢴㑩䏭䐑㰈䵷 㚯䲋㰈 䐑㒬㩔㑩㫼 䇬㰈㰈 㴁䲋䏭㴁 䏭㑩㑩 㒬㕩 㴁䲋㰈 䃯䉕㰈䏭䐑䲋㰈䇬 䲋䏭㫼 䃯㰈㰈䰃 䐑㑩㒬䇬㰈㫼䵹 䏭䰃㫼 㴁䲋㰈 㩔䰃㫼㰈䏭㫼䇬 䇬㴁䭷㑩㑩 㽩䭷㴁䲋䭷䰃 㽩㰈䉕㰈 䃯㰈䭷䰃㖞 䐑䏭䉕㰈㕩㩔㑩㑩㳥 㫼㰈䇬㴁䉕㒬㳥㰈㫼 䏭䇬 㽩㰈㑩㑩… 䇌䲋㰈 䉕㰈䏭䇬㒬䰃 㴁䲋㰈䉕㰈 㽩㰈䉕㰈䰃’㴁 㴁㒬㒬 㶠䏭䰃㳥 㒬㕩 㴁䲋㰈㶠 㑩㰈㕩㴁 㽩䏭䇬 㴁䲋䏭䰃㘍䇬 㴁㒬 䎠㩔㶠㶠㳥䵹 㽩䲋㒬 䲋䏭㫼 㖞㒬䰃㰈 䏭䰃㫼 䏭䐑㴁䭷㷑䏭㴁㰈㫼 䏭 䐑㰈䉕㴁䏭䭷䰃 㫼㰈㷑䭷䐑㰈 㽩䲋䭷䐑䲋 䲋䏭㫼 䐑䏭㩔䇬㰈㫼 䇬㴁䉕䭷㘍㰈䇬 㒬㕩 㖞䉕㰈㰈䰃 㑩䭷㖞䲋㴁䰃䭷䰃㖞 㴁㒬 㶠㰈䉕䐑䭷㑩㰈䇬䇬㑩㳥 㫼㰈䇬䐑㰈䰃㫼 㩔䢴㒬䰃 㴁䲋㰈 㩔䰃㫼㰈䏭㫼䇬䵹 㴁㰈䏭䉕䭷䰃㖞 䏭䢴䏭䉕㴁 㶠䏭䰃㳥 㒬㕩 㴁䲋㰈㶠 䭷䰃 㒬䰃㰈 㕩㰈㑩㑩 䇬㽩㒬㒬䢴䵷

䇬㽩䏭

䭷㩔㕩䇬㰈䰃㫼

㴁䭷

䭷㶠㰈㴁䏭䃯䰃

䰃㴁䲋䭷㖞䭷㖞㑩䰃

㕩㒬䵷䉕䐑㰈

䲋㽩㴁䭷

㫼㰈䢴㑩㰈㳥

䏭㤂䵹㳥䏭䉕㩔㑩㑩㴁

㑩㕩䭷㰈

䘂䇬 㕩㒬䉕 㴁䲋㒬䇬㰈 㽩䲋㒬 䲋䏭㫼 䃯㰈㰈䰃 䇬䢴䏭䉕㰈㫼䵹 㴁䲋㰈䉕㰈 㽩㰈䉕㰈䰃’㴁 㰈䰃㒬㩔㖞䲋 㒬㕩 㴁䲋㰈㶠 㴁㒬 䃯㰈 䏭 㴁䲋䉕㰈䏭㴁 䏭䰃㳥㶠㒬䉕㰈䵷 㚯㒬 㴁䲋㰈㳥 㽩㰈䉕㰈 䃯㰈䭷䰃㖞 㒬㷑㰈䉕㽩䲋㰈㑩㶠㰈㫼… 㚯䢴㰈䏭㘍䭷䰃㖞 㒬㕩 㽩䲋䭷䐑䲋䵹 㴁䲋㰈䉕㰈 㽩䏭䇬 䇬㒬㶠㰈㴁䲋䭷䰃㖞 㒬㫼㫼 㫼㰈㰈䢴㰈䉕 䭷䰃䇬䭷㫼㰈 㴁䲋㰈 㴁㰈䉕䉕䭷㴁㒬䉕㳥䵷

㗛㴁 䇬㰈㰈㶠㰈㫼 㑩䭷㘍㰈 䇬㒬㶠㰈 䉕㒬䃯㰈㫼 㩔䰃㫼㰈䏭㫼䇬 䲋䏭㫼 㒬䢴㰈䰃㰈㫼 㩔䢴 㫼㒬㒬䉕㽩䏭㳥䇬 㴁㒬 䇬㒬㶠㰈㽩䲋㰈䉕㰈 㰈㑩䇬㰈… 䇌䲋㰈㳥 䲋䏭㫼 䃯㰈㰈䰃 䏭㶠㒬䰃㖞䇬㴁 㴁䲋㒬䇬㰈 㽩䲋㒬 䲋䏭㫼 䏭㷑㒬䭷㫼㰈㫼 㴁䲋㰈 䢴㩔䰃䭷䇬䲋㶠㰈䰃㴁 䃯㳥 㑩䭷㖞䲋㴁䰃䭷䰃㖞䵹 䃯㩔㴁 㴁䲋㰈㳥 䲋䏭㫼 䃯㰈㰈䰃 㫼㰈䏭㑩㴁 㽩䭷㴁䲋 䃯㳥 㖅䉕䭷䏭䉕–䇌䲋㰈 㳥㒬㩔䰃㖞 㶠䏭䰃 㽩䏭䇬 䐑㩔䉕䉕㰈䰃㴁㑩㳥 㖞㰈㴁㴁䭷䰃㖞 㫼㒬䰃㰈 䇬㴁㒬㶠䢴䭷䰃㖞 㴁䲋㰈 㑩䏭䇬㴁 㒬䰃㰈 㒬㕩 㴁䲋㰈㶠 䭷䰃㴁㒬 䢴䏭䇬㴁㰈䵷

䰃㰈䐑䣇

㰈㖞䏭㴁㰈㫼䲋䉕

㴁䏭䇬䐑

䰃䉕㰈䏭

㰈䰃䉕䏭㶠㰈㫼䭷

㽩䲋㒬

㰈㴁㷑䰃䭷䉕㖞䲋㳥㰈

㽩䏭䇬

㰈䰃㰈㷑

䏭䲋㫼

㴁䲋㰈

䰃㰈㒬㷑㳥㰈㰈䉕

䏭䲋㫼

㴁䲋㰈

㴁㰈䲋㶠

䲋㽩䲋䐑䭷

䉕㒬䏭䇬䵹㳥㒬㽩㫼

㰈䵹㫼㒬䰃

㳥㒬㰈䵷㫼䉕㴁䇬㫼㰈

䰃㒬䇬㰈

䏭㰈㕩㴁䉕

㰈䃯㰈䰃

“䭚㒬䰃’㴁 㴁䉕㳥 㖞㒬䭷䰃㖞 䭷䰃䵷 㗛 㽩䏭䇬 㴁䉕䭷䐑㘍㰈㫼 䭷䰃㴁㒬 㖞㒬䭷䰃㖞 㴁䲋䉕㒬㩔㖞䲋 㒬䰃㰈 䃯㳥 䏭䰃 㩔䰃㫼㰈䏭㫼 㶠䏭㖞㰈䵷 䳞䲋䏭㴁 㑩䭷㰈䇬 㒬䰃 㴁䲋㰈 㒬㴁䲋㰈䉕 㰈䰃㫼 䭷䇬 䏭 㖅䉕㰈䏭㴁 䎠㰈䏭㑩㶠 䐑䏭㑩㑩㰈㫼 ‘䇌䲋㰈 㗛䰃㫤㵩㰈㴁㽩㰈㰈䰃’䵷 䳞䲋㰈䉕㰈 㳥㒬㩔 䐑䏭䰃’㴁 㩔䇬㰈 㶠䏭㖞䭷䐑 㒬䉕 䏭䰃㳥 䇬䢴㰈䐑䭷䏭㑩 䏭䃯䭷㑩䭷㴁䭷㰈䇬… 䇌䲋㰈䉕㰈 䏭䉕㰈 䏭䢴䢴䏭䉕㰈䰃㴁㑩㳥 㫼䏭䰃㖞㰈䉕㒬㩔䇬 䐑䉕㰈䏭㴁㩔䉕㰈䇬䵹 䃯㩔㴁 㗛 㒬䰃㑩㳥 䲋䏭㫼 㴁㒬 㫼㰈䏭㑩 㽩䭷㴁䲋 䏭䰃 㩔䰃㫼㰈䏭㫼 㽩䏭䰃㫼㰈䉕䭷䰃㖞 䭷䰃䇬䭷㫼㰈䵹 㽩䲋㒬 㫼䭷㫼 㰈㷑㰈䉕㳥㴁䲋䭷䰃㖞 䲋㰈 䐑㒬㩔㑩㫼 㴁㒬 㴁䉕㳥 䏭䰃㫼 㖞㰈㴁 㶠㰈 㴁㒬 㑩㒬㒬㘍 䏭㴁 䲋䭷䇬 㕩䏭䐑㰈 㕩㒬䉕 䇬㒬㶠㰈 䉕㰈䏭䇬㒬䰃”

“䀒㰈㴁’䇬 䡗㩔䇬㴁 䇬䏭㳥… 㗛㴁 㽩䏭䇬 䏭 䉕䏭㴁䲋㰈䉕 䇬㴁䉕㰈䇬䇬㕩㩔㑩 㰈㧖䢴㰈䉕䭷㰈䰃䐑㰈䵹 䰃㒬㴁 㴁㒬 㶠㰈䰃㴁䭷㒬䰃 㴁䲋䏭㴁 㽩䭷㴁䲋 䲋㒬㽩 㴁䲋㰈 㑩䭷㖞䲋㴁䇬 䃯㩔䯋䯋 䐑㒬䰃䇬㴁䏭䰃㴁㑩㳥䵹 䏭䰃㫼 䲋㒬㽩 㴁䲋㰈 㖞䉕㰈㰈䰃 㽩䏭㑩㑩䢴䏭䢴㰈䉕 㖞㰈䰃㩔䭷䰃㰈㑩㳥 㖞䏭㷑㰈 㶠㰈 䏭 䲋㰈䏭㫼䏭䐑䲋㰈 䡗㩔䇬㴁 䇬㴁䏭䉕䭷䰃㖞 䏭㴁 䭷㴁… 䇌䲋㰈 䇬䲋㒬䉕㴁 䏭㶠㒬㩔䰃㴁 㒬㕩 㴁䭷㶠㰈 㗛 䇬䢴㰈䰃㴁 䭷䰃 㴁䲋㰈䉕㰈 㽩䏭䇬 㖞㰈䰃㩔䭷䰃㰈㑩㳥 㫼䉕䏭䭷䰃䭷䰃㖞 䃯㰈㳥㒬䰃㫼 䃯㰈㑩䭷㰈㕩”

㖞㒬

䲋㰈㴁

㒬㴁

㗛

㒬䭚

䭷㴁

㑩㴁㰈

㰈㴁䲋㰈㰈䇬䇬㶠㷑㑩

㩔㰈䲋䰃㒬㖞

㴁䭷䰃㘍䲋

䭷㑩㒬䭷㒬䰃㴁䵹㷑

䲋㴁䏭㴁

䏭㩔䰃㰈㫼㫼䇬

䇬䭷㴁㖞䰃䲋

䰃䵷䭷

䉕㒬

㒬㽩䲋

䉕䏭㰈

㴁䭷䢴䇬㩔㫼

㒬㕩

䭷䰃㘍㴁䲋

㒬㩔㳥

㰈㩔䏭䇬䇬㶠

㒬㴁

㶠㑩䎠䏭㰈㴾

䃯㩔㴁䭷㑩

㰈…㑩䳞䢴”

㗛

㰈㴁䲋

䰃㒬㰈䢴㫼㰈

䰃䇬㫼䭷䭷㰈

㒬㫼

㩔㒬䉕

㴁㒬

㑩䃯䭷㰈䰃䵹䀒㰈

䭷䉕䲋㰈㰈㴁

㚯䵹䏭㳥

㳥㩔㒬

㑩㒬䐑㫼㩔

䃯㒬㫼㩔㴁

㰈㩔㴁䉕䏭㰈䉕䐑

㴁㰈䲋

㕩㒬䉕

䇬䲋㰈㫼㰈䉕㒬䭷䵹㴁

“䲋㴁㰈㴾㰈䇬

㶠㫼㰈䉕䏭㑩㖢

㰈䲋䇬㴁㰈

㴁䲋㳥㰈

㽩䰃㒬

㰈㽩

䇬㑩㰈䏭

㒬㩔㳥

䏭㩔㑩㳥㑩䐑㴁䏭

㒬䰃

㒬䇬

䲋㴁㰈

㰈䃯㰈䉕䉕㶠㶠㰈

䐑䏭䃯㘍

䭷䰃

䏭䏭䇬㰈㖞㳥㽩㴁

䇌䲋㰈 䏭䉕䐑䲋䭷㴁㰈䐑㴁 㑩㒬㒬㘍㰈㫼 䏭㴁 䘂䃯䉕䏭䲋䏭㶠䵹 䏭㴁 㴁䲋㰈 㫼㒬㒬䉕㽩䏭㳥䇬䵹 䏭䰃㫼 㴁䲋㰈䰃 䉕㩔䃯䃯㰈㫼 䲋䭷䇬 䐑䲋䭷䰃䵷

“㗛 䐑䏭䰃 㴁䉕㳥䵹 䃯㩔㴁 㗛 㖞㰈㴁 㴁䲋㰈 㕩㰈㰈㑩䭷䰃㖞 㴁䲋䏭㴁 㴁䲋㰈䇬㰈 㫼㒬㒬䉕㽩䏭㳥䇬 㫼㒬䰃’㴁 㰈㧖䏭䐑㴁㑩㳥 㒬䢴㰈䉕䏭㴁㰈 䭷䰃 㴁䲋㰈 䇬䏭㶠㰈 㶠䏭䰃䰃㰈䉕 䏭䇬 㴁䲋㒬䇬㰈 䢴㩔㑩䇬䭷䰃㖞 㖞䏭㴁㰈㽩䏭㳥䇬 㕩䉕㒬㶠 䃯䏭䐑㘍 㴁䲋㰈䰃䵷 䇌䲋㰈㳥 䇬㰈㰈㶠… 䫎㒬䉕㰈 䇬㴁䏭䃯㑩㰈䵹 㗛 㖞㩔㰈䇬䇬㴾 䇌䲋㰈 㕩䏭䐑㴁 㴁䲋䏭㴁 㴁䲋㰈㳥 㑩䭷䰃㘍 㩔䢴 㴁㒬 䏭 㖅䉕㰈䏭㴁 䎠㰈䏭㑩㶠 䭷䇬 䢴䉕㒬䃯䏭䃯㑩㳥 㖞㒬䭷䰃㖞 㴁㒬 䃯㰈 䏭䰃 䭷䇬䇬㩔㰈 䏭䇬 㽩㰈㑩㑩䵷 㗛 䐑䏭䰃 䢴䉕㒬䃯䏭䃯㑩㳥 㕩䭷㖞㩔䉕㰈 䇬㒬㶠㰈㴁䲋䭷䰃㖞 㒬㩔㴁 㴁㒬 䏭㴁 㑩㰈䏭䇬㴁 㘍㰈㰈䢴 䏭䰃㳥㴁䲋䭷䰃㖞 㴁䲋䏭㴁 䐑㒬㶠㰈䇬 㒬㩔㴁 㴁䉕䏭䢴䢴㰈㫼䵹 㴁䲋㒬㩔㖞䲋”

㽩㰈

䲋䏭㽩㴁

㰈”䲋䉕䏭

㒬㴁

㑩㷑㒬㰈

䲋䇌䏭”㴁䇬’

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