Capítulo 1259: Bending

Things were quickly escalating. Liebeln was able to contain the doorways, but the influence of a Great Realm was too strong for him to completely shut them down in such a short time frame. He would need much more analysis and time to build something capable of such a feat–As a result, anyone who went near the sealed architecture would hear the bizarre sounds and voices of creatures from the In-Between…

These beings seemed to come and go, but it was rare for none to be heard through the walls. People would often patrol the surroundings, just in case. Liebeln was constantly making improvements to his creations because he knew that what he built wasn’t infallible. It would never be. There was always room for improvement. There were always blind corners to fill.

The talented architect sat down on a stone bench near his newest structure, looking at it intently, trying to decipher any flaw in its construction, in its design… The shape of this creation was a simplistic cube. The real intricacy lay in the interior design–A maze with no exit. An enclosed box in which you could wander aimlessly forever. You would never encounter any dead ends inside it. You simply keep on walking without ever stopping, without even finding a way out.

Even the entities from The In-Between would realise that it was a waste of time, and retrace their steps back to the doorways, returning to the much larger maze that was their home… Liebeln had to admit, the description given by Griar of The In-Between was deeply interesting to the architect. It seemed like this Great Realm would be a feast for the eyes of someone such as him.

It was a shame that it was such a dangerous place. Otherwise, Liebeln might have been tempted to cross one of the doorways…

…Something felt like it was… Missing. It was a sentiment that Liebeln had felt with all of his structures for a long time now. Whenever he built something, even if it was incredible from a technical standpoint. Even if it was a gorgeous piece of architecture. Even if it were what any other architect would have called their magnum opus without a shred of hesitation–Something always seemed to be amiss.

Liebeln always felt like he had forgotten something, like he had made a mistake somewhere… Like his creation needed a little something more, but he was never able to locate what it was that he was seeking to add.

Soon enough, someone else walked over and took a seat beside the architect.

“You’re staring at it like it’s your long-lost lover, Liebeln”

“Huh… Am I?”

“Absolutely. Anyway, the stuff you wanted to enhance this structure is done. I finished carving the stone”

“Thanks, without your help, I really wouldn’t be able to do much with architectural talent, Poho”

“And it’s thanks to you that I don’t spend most of my days staring at a wall without anything to do… Are you satisfied with this one?”

“Still no. I really don’t know what it is that my creations need, to be honest. I am starting to think I am insane and see flaws where there aren’t any. I feel like I am obsessively searching for something that doesn’t exist”

“Mmh… Well, maybe what is missing isn’t about your creations themselves, you know?”

“…What does that even mean?”

“What I am saying is that maybe it is your perception that is missing something. I remember when you didn’t feel like some invisible thing was off about your architecture. What changed? You didn’t have that problem in the Emerald Realm. It is only after we arrived here that it arose, right?”

“You’re making sense, I guess… What specifically could have made me feel like there was something missing–Oh…”

“Did something happen?”

“I just suddenly realised what was missing. It was actually obvious, but I wouldn’t have figured it out without you. I just kept thinking it had to do with what I was building, well… I suppose it has to do with something I was planning on building”

Liebeln did not elaborate, and Poho understood that he probably shouldn’t pry. Eventually, the architect found himself sitting all by himself once again, with renewed understanding, he could tell that the only thing wrong about his current design for this sealing construct was that it could be upgraded upon–What was already built had no issue.

The architect stood up as night was beginning to fall. Today had been rather quiet. The sound of fighting wasn’t to be heard, and the inhabitants were preparing to retreat into their homes and go to sleep… Thus, Liebeln heard the voice clearly, or rather, he felt what it meant, because he didn’t actually understand a single word despite it sounding like speech.

This was something he had noticed about the creatures of The In-Between, which ‘talked’. The sounds they produced consistently appear to be a dialect of some kind, albeit one without true logic to it. It was like no word ever repeated itself, just a series of words without relation to each other… This time, the architect got meaning out of it.

…As would be expected from a creature who had crawled out of a mysterious realm, it was trying to incite Liebeln to step through a doorway and come meet it. Of course, the architect had already thought to make sure the seal he had constructed blocked any sort of ability capable of influencing the mind, considering the sort of thing he was dealing with… Such precautions were only natural.

Nonetheless, he marked a pause. The more he listened, the better he understood, and the more he understood–The paler he got. He stayed frozen for several minutes before forcing himself to walk away.

He didn’t like what he was hearing one bit.

The night passed, and the morning rose without any problem… The cycle repeated itself. Peaceful days. Peaceful nights. Chaotic days. Chaotic nights. Invasions through the usage of those contraptions. At one point, the livings had to release the life mist to take pressure off their shoulders.

The effects were immediate, created from the realm’s rich and potent ambient life force–Condensed into a thick, white fog… The life mist was incredibly effective when it was first deployed, undeads literally melted when they entered into contact with it, and for an entire month, as the mist filled the interior of the barrier and even flowed beyond them…

No attacks from the undeads occurred. It was the perfect opportunity for the livings to rest, regroup, and work on their defences. Of course, the undeads eventually found a way to counter the life mist. The solution they came up with, whilst still accounting for the restrictions imposed upon them by the realm was the creation of a sort of bubble of dark mist made from death force around them–The way in which that bubble was created was unclear to the livings, but although the corpses figured a way to resist the life mist, it made them incredibly easy to spot.

In the end, the life mist continued to pull its weight, allowing the defenders of the realm to do their job more efficiently.

Though it also came with a downside. Which was that since the fungal trees the undeads used were living organisms, the life mist boosted their growth by a greatly noticeable margin. Nonetheless, it remained sustainable for them to engage in the destruction of the artificial forest.

“We have a problem”

Fallael appeared seemingly out of nowhere as the protectors gathered together after a successful defence. His words clearly indicative of the sort of news he was going to give them.

“The undeads have been constantly growing the size of their hideout, and increasing the amounts of undead present within the realm at any given time–This, coupled with the deaths they caused and their general interaction with the realm, is starting to cause the rules I put in place to shift. In particular, undeads of greater power will eventually become capable of stepping into the Peaceful Realm”

“It should take a long time, right?

“It should indeed take a while, but it is inevitable. It will happen with one-hundred per cent certainty”

“Could we not do something about their hideout?”

“I am not knowledgeable of the exact location of their base. They are using spatial distortion, it could be nearly anywhere within the realm, and be nigh impossible to locate… Not to mention that they surely have more than one at this point”

“Damnit…”

“Thankfully, I took steps ahead of time to specifically block certain individuals, but I am not aware of all undeads. I was only able to do so for the most well-known… Namely, the Pure Undead, the Gravelords, and their king–All else eventually will have the ability to travel here”

Not having to deal with the worst of the worst was certainly a good thing, but the Undead Empire was vast beyond belief. The number of powerful warriors they had was simply impossible to quantify.

However, it was not great to imagine what even those powerful warriors were like when the foot soldiers of the Vanguard were already above what you would expect from elites in charge of protecting a king…

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爐

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路

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㵂㴆㽚 䬆㪔䱣㽚 䥆㯍䬆㽚 䖁㶓䛭䛭㽚䈭䥰 䥆㴆㽚 䬆㪔䱣㽚 䥆㴆㽚 㯍䞫䙻㶓䈭㯍䞫㒍 㞴㪔䱣㶑㽚 䏦㽚䞫䥆 䥆㴆㽚 㵽㶓䯝䛭 㪔㞴 䥆㴆㽚 㝐㽚㶓㶑㽚㞴䆓㵽 㸈㽚㶓㵽䬆 䥆㪔 䥆㴆㽚㯍䱣 䯝㯍㵽㵽䥰 㶓䞫䈭 䥆㴆㽚 䬆㪔䱣㽚 䥆㴆㽚 䱣䆓㵽㽚䛭 䯝㽚䱣㽚 䏦㽚䞫䥆䥰 䥆㴆㽚 䬆㪔䱣㽚 㶓㒍㒍䱣㽚䛭䛭㯍䙻㽚 㶓䞫䈭 䞫䆓䬆㽚䱣㪔䆓䛭 䥆㴆㽚 㶑㪔䱣䖁䛭㽚䛭 䏦㽚㶑㶓䬆㽚䥰 䯝㴆㯍㶑㴆 㶑䱣㽚㶓䥆㽚䈭 㶓䞫 㽚䞫䈭㵽㽚䛭䛭 㶑㤪㶑㵽㽚–㵂㴆㽚 㽚䞫䈭 㪔㞴 䥆㴆㽚 䱣㪔㶓䈭 㵽㽚䈭 䥆㪔 㶓 㶑㵽㯍㞴㞴䥰 㶓䞫䈭 㶓䥆 䥆㴆㽚 䏦㪔䥆䥆㪔䬆 㪔㞴 䥆㴆㶓䥆 㶑㵽㯍㞴㞴 㵽㶓㤪 㶑㽚䱣䥆㶓㯍䞫 䈭㪔㪔䬆䝺

䇆䙻㽚䱣㤪 䈭㶓㤪䥰 䥆㴆㽚 㵽㯍䙻㯍䞫㒍䛭 䛭㴆㶓䱣䖁㽚䞫㽚䈭 䥆㴆㽚㯍䱣 䛭䑼㯍㵽㵽䛭䥰 㯍䬆䖁䱣㪔䙻㽚䈭 䥆㴆㽚㯍䱣 䛭䥆䱣㽚䞫㒍䥆㴆䥰 㶓䞫䈭 䛭䥆䱣㽚䞫㒍䥆㴆㽚䞫㽚䈭 䥆㴆㽚㯍䱣 䬆㽚㶓䞫䛭 㪔㞴 䈭㽚㞴㽚䞫㶑㽚… 䝣䆓䥆 㯍䥆 䯝㶓䛭 䞫㪔䥆 㽚䞫㪔䆓㒍㴆 䥆㪔 䛭䥆㪔䖁 䥆㴆㽚 䬆㪔䬆㽚䞫䥆䆓䬆 㪔㞴 䥆㴆㽚 䖸䞫䈭㽚㶓䈭 䇆䬆䖁㯍䱣㽚䝺

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䥆㽚㴆

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㞴㪔

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䥆㽚䃝䞫䥆㽚

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䥆䆓䏦

…㽚䥆㴆㽚㯍䱣

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䥆䥆㴆㶓

䏦㽚

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䞫㯍

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䖁㪔䞫㒍䞫㽚㯍

䞫㯍

䥆㪔

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䙻㽚㶓䞫䈭䥆㒍㶓㶓

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䛭㯍㴆

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㽚䈭㽚䈭䱣䈭㶓

㥌㪔䞫㽚䥆㴆㽚㵽㽚䛭䛭䥰 䥆㴆㽚 䏦㶓䥆䥆㵽㽚 䯝㶓䛭 㵽㪔䞫㒍 㶓䞫䈭 䥆㽚䈭㯍㪔䆓䛭䝺 䇆䙻㽚䞫 䥆㴆㽚 㸈㶓䞫䑼 㶓䞫䈭 㝋㯍㵽㽚 䛭㪔㵽䈭㯍㽚䱣䛭 䛭㽚㽚䬆㽚䈭 䛭䥆䱣㪔䞫㒍㽚䱣 䥆㴆㶓䞫 䥆㴆㽚㤪 䈭㯍䈭 㯍䞫 䥆㴆㽚 䏦㽚㒍㯍䞫䞫㯍䞫㒍… 䓁䞫䈭 䞫㪔䯝䥰 䥆㴆㽚㤪 㴆㶓䈭 䥆㪔 䈭㽚㶓㵽 䯝㯍䥆㴆 䬆㶓䞫㤪 䬆㪔䱣㽚 㶑㶓䛭䥆㽚䛭䥰 䬆䆓㶑㴆 䛭䥆䱣㪔䞫㒍㽚䱣 䆓䞫䈭㽚㶓䈭䛭 㶓㶑䱣㪔䛭䛭 䥆㴆㽚 䏦㪔㶓䱣䈭䥰 㶓䞫䈭 䬆䆓㶑㴆 䬆㪔䱣㽚 㶑㪔䬆䖁㵽㽚䃝 㶑㪔䞫䥆䱣㶓䖁䥆㯍㪔䞫䛭 㶓䞫䈭 䬆㶓㶑㴆㯍䞫㽚䛭 㶓䛭 䯝㽚㵽㵽䝺 䱹㪔䛭䥆 㪔㞴 㯍䥆 䯝㶓䛭 㪔䞫㵽㤪 䬆㶓䞫㶓㒍㽚㶓䏦㵽㽚 䥆㴆㶓䞫䑼䛭 䥆㪔 䥆㴆㽚 䖁䱣㽚䛭㽚䞫㶑㽚 㪔㞴 䥆㴆㽚 䏦㶓䱣䱣㯍㽚䱣 䛭㽚䖁㶓䱣㶓䥆㯍䞫㒍 㵽㯍䙻㯍䞫㒍 㶓䞫䈭 䆓䞫䈭㽚㶓䈭䝺

䇆䙻㽚䞫 䥆㴆㽚䞫䥰 㽚䙻㽚䱣㤪 䏦㶓䥆䥆㵽㽚 㴆㶓䈭 䥆㪔 䏦㽚 㞴㪔䆓㒍㴆䥆 㵽㯍䑼㽚 㯍䥆 䯝㶓䛭 㶓 㵽㶓䛭䥆 䛭䥆㶓䞫䈭䝺 㵂㴆㽚㤪 㶑㪔䆓㵽䈭䞫’䥆 㶓㵽㵽㪔䯝 䥆㴆㽚 㯍䞫䙻㶓䈭㽚䱣䛭 䥆㪔 㒍㽚䥆 㽚䙻㽚䞫 㶓 䬆㯍㵽㵽㯍䬆㽚䥆㽚䱣 㪔㞴 㒍䱣㪔䆓䞫䈭䝺 䌖䥆 䛭㯍䬆䖁㵽㤪 㶑㪔䆓㵽䈭䞫’䥆 䏦㽚 㶓㵽㵽㪔䯝㽚䈭… 䎛㪔䯝㽚䙻㽚䱣䥰 㪔䞫 䥆㴆㯍䛭 䖁㶓䱣䥆㯍㶑䆓㵽㶓䱣 䈭㶓㤪䥰 䍨䱣㯍㶓䱣 㞴㪔䆓䞫䈭 㴆㯍䬆䛭㽚㵽㞴 䆓䞫㶓䏦㵽㽚 䥆㪔 㭊㪔㯍䞫 䥆㴆㽚 䏦㶓䥆䥆㵽㽚䝺

䥆㽚䖁㞴㽚䱣㶑

㪔䝺䞫䯝

䛭䯝㶓

㒍㶓㪔

㞴㶓䥰㵽䥆䆓

㶓㤪䞫

㶓䞫䈭

㴆䥆㽚

䥆㴆㽚

㽚㴆

㯍䞫

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䞫㯍䛭䖁䛭㒍㶓

㶓䛭

䏦䥰㤪

㪔㪔㒍䈭

㶑䱣㽚䈭䥆㶓㽚

㤪䏦

㽚㴆

䥆㴆䥆㶓

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䥆㯍䥰

䛭㪔䈭䞫䆓

䯝㶓䛭

䯝䛭㶓

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䥆㯍䯝䥆㪔㴆䆓

㩂㯍㽚䏦㵽㽚䞫

䛭䓁

㯍䥆㽚䞫㶑䈭䞫㯍

㶓㒍㽚䞫㵽㯍䛭

㶓

䙻䛭㶓㽚㵽䱣㽚

㶓

㽚䙻䱣䞫㽚

䞫㯍

䱣㤪㽚㶓䛭

䥰㪔䈭㶑䞫䥆㯍㯍㪔䞫

䌖䥆

䈭㶓㴆

㽚䥆䱣㴆㶓㞴

㴆䯝㯍䥆

㤪䏦

㶓䛭䖁䛭䈭㽚

㴆㽚

䆓䥆䏦

䝺㶓䱣㪔䞫䏦䬆㶓㵽

䯝㶓䛭

䆓㶑䛭䱣䥆䥆䆓㽚䱣

䥆㵽㯍䛭㵽

䥆䬆㪔䛭

䥆㶓䛭䥆㽚

㪔㤪䆓㒍䞫

䱣㯍䥰䞫䆓䞫䞫㒍

㶓㪔䥆䈭䥰㤪

䎛㽚 㯍䬆䬆㽚䈭㯍㶓䥆㽚㵽㤪 䑼䞫㽚䯝 䯝㴆㶓䥆 㯍䥆 䯝㶓䛭䥰 㯍䥆 䯝㶓䛭 䖁䆓䞫㶑㴆㯍䞫㒍䝺 䨏㪔䬆㽚䥆㴆㯍䞫㒍 䯝㶓䛭 䛭䥆䱣㯍䑼㯍䞫㒍 㶓㒍㶓㯍䞫䛭䥆 䥆㴆㽚 䛭䥆㪔䞫㽚 㪔㞴 䥆㴆㽚 䛭䥆䱣䆓㶑䥆䆓䱣㽚 㞴䱣㪔䬆 䥆㴆㽚 㯍䞫䛭㯍䈭㽚䥰 㶓䞫䈭 䥆㴆㽚㤪 䯝㽚䱣㽚 䈭㽚㶓㵽㯍䞫㒍 䈭㶓䬆㶓㒍㽚䝺 㵂㴆㽚 䯝㶓㵽㵽䛭䥰 䯝㴆㯍㶑㴆 㴆㶓䈭 㴆㽚㵽䈭 䯝㯍䥆㴆㪔䆓䥆 㶓䞫㤪 䖁䱣㪔䏦㵽㽚䬆 䛭㪔 㞴㶓䱣䥰 䯝㽚䱣㽚 䏦㽚㯍䞫㒍 䏦䱣㪔䑼㽚䞫 䈭㪔䯝䞫 䏦㤪 㞴㯍䛭䥆䛭䝺 䍨䱣㯍㶓䱣 䥆㴆㪔䆓㒍㴆䥆 䥆㪔 㶓㵽㽚䱣䥆 㪔䥆㴆㽚䱣 䖁㽚㪔䖁㵽㽚䥰 䏦䆓䥆 㽚䙻㽚䱣㤪㪔䞫㽚 㽚㵽䛭㽚 䯝㶓䛭 㶓㵽䱣㽚㶓䈭㤪 㶓䥆 䥆㴆㽚 䏦㶓䱣䱣㯍㽚䱣䥰 㪔䱣 䯝㽚䱣㽚 䞫㪔䞫㼂㶑㪔䬆䏦㶓䥆㶓䞫䥆䛭 㴆䆓䈭䈭㵽㽚䈭 㯍䞫䛭㯍䈭㽚 䥆㴆㽚㯍䱣 㴆㪔䬆㽚䛭䝺

…㵂㴆㽚 䥆㴆㯍䞫㒍 䯝㶓䛭 䥆㪔㪔 䛭䯝㯍㞴䥆 㶓䛭 䯝㽚㵽㵽䝺 䎛㽚 㴆㶓䈭 䥆㪔 䛭䥆㶓㤪 㴆㽚䱣㽚 䥆㪔 㯍䞫䥆㽚䱣㶑㽚䖁䥆 䯝㴆㶓䥆㽚䙻㽚䱣 㯍䥆 䯝㶓䛭 䥆㴆㶓䥆 䯝㶓䛭 㶓䥆䥆㽚䬆䖁䥆㯍䞫㒍 䥆㪔 㯍䞫䥆䱣䆓䈭㽚 䆓䖁㪔䞫 䥆㴆㽚 㯍䞫䥆㽚䱣㯍㪔䱣 㪔㞴 䥆㴆㽚 㝐㽚㶓㶑㽚㞴䆓㵽 㸈㽚㶓㵽䬆’䛭 䛭㶓㞴㽚 㴆㶓䙻㽚䞫䝺 䎛㽚 㶑㪔䞫㶑㽚㶓㵽㽚䈭 㴆㯍䛭 䬆㶓䞫㶓 㞴㵽㪔䯝䥰 㶓䆓㒍䬆㽚䞫䥆㯍䞫㒍 㴆㯍䛭 䏦㪔䈭㤪 㶓䛭 㴆㽚 䯝㶓㯍䥆㽚䈭 㞴㪔䱣 䥆㴆㽚 䥆㴆㯍䞫㒍 䥆㪔 㽚䬆㽚䱣㒍㽚–䌖䥆 䈭㯍䈭 䞫㪔䥆 䥆㶓䑼㽚 䥆㪔㪔 㵽㪔䞫㒍 䏦㽚㞴㪔䱣㽚 㯍䥆 㶑㪔䆓㵽䈭 㽚䙻㽚䞫 㞴䆓㵽㵽㤪 䛭䥆㽚䖁 㪔䆓䥆 㪔㞴 䥆㴆㽚 䏦䱣㽚㶓㶑㴆 㯍䥆 㴆㶓䈭 㶑䱣㽚㶓䥆㽚䈭䝺 䍨䱣㯍㶓䱣 䛭䥆䱣䆓㶑䑼䥰 䈭㯍䱣㽚㶑䥆㯍䞫㒍 㶓 㞴㯍䛭䥆 䈭㯍䱣㽚㶑䥆㵽㤪 㶓䥆 䥆㴆㽚 䏦㶓㶑䑼 㪔㞴 䥆㴆㽚 䛭㯍㵽㴆㪔䆓㽚䥆䥆㽚’䛭 㴆㽚㶓䈭䝺

䛭䱣㽚㯍䑼䥆

㯍㽚㒍䙻

䱣㤪…㽚㵽䬆㽚

䥆㪔

㽚䬆㪔䛭

㶓䞫䈭

㪔㶑㯍䱣㞴䞫㒍

䈭㯍䈭

䱣䱣㶓䍨㯍

䛭䆓㯍㪔䱣䥆䥆䝺

㞴㪔

䥰㶑㶓䛭㴆㽚

䥆㴆㤪㽚

䏦㪔䙻㽚㶓

䆓䛭㽚

䈭䯝䞫㯍

…䱣㪔㴆䞫䁺㯍㪔

㪔㵽䆓䯝䈭

㴆㯍䬆

㪔䞫㽚

㽚䎛

䛭䆓㶓䬆䛭㽚

㞴㯍䥆㩂㒍㯍䞫

䈭䱣䥰䥆㽚䙻㯍䈭㽚

䱣㪔䥆䛭

㽚㴆䥆

䥆㴆䱣㯍㽚

㤪䛭㽚㽚

㩂㽚㯍䑼

䬆㽚䑼㶓

䑼㪔㯍㪔䙻㒍䞫㽚㵽㪔䱣

㴆䥆㽚

㽚䥆䞫–䈭䥆䆓㯍㶑㶓䛭䝣

㴆㵽䛭䆓䈭㪔

㯍㽚㵽䑼

㪔䞫䥆

㪔䈭㞴䆓䞫

㴆㯍䛭

㵽䖁㽚㵽䛭

䱣㽚㽚䯝㴆

㽚䱣䯝㽚

䏦㽚䥰

㪔䥆

㴆㶓䈭䞫

㽚䛭䥆䖁䖁㪔䈭

䱣䱣䥆䞫㽚䆓㯍䈭

㽚䬆䛭㪔

“㵂㪔䈭㶓㤪 䬆䆓䛭䥆 䏦㽚 䬆㤪 㵽䆓㶑䑼㤪 䈭㶓㤪–㥌㪔䥆 㪔䞫㵽㤪 㶓䬆 䌖 䥆㴆㽚 㞴㯍䱣䛭䥆 㵽㯍㽚䆓䥆㽚䞫㶓䞫䥆 䥆㪔 㒍㽚䥆 䥆㪔 䯝㶓㵽䑼 䆓䖁㪔䞫 䥆㴆㽚 䛭㪔㯍㵽 㪔㞴 䥆㴆㯍䛭 䈭㯍䛭䛭㯍䈭㽚䞫䥆 䱣㽚㶓㵽䬆䥰 䏦䆓䥆 㵽㪔㪔䑼 㶓䥆 䯝㴆㪔 䌖 㯍䬆䬆㽚䈭㯍㶓䥆㽚㵽㤪 䱣䆓䞫 㯍䞫䥆㪔㾺 䎛㪔䯝 㶓䱣㽚 㤪㪔䆓 䈭㪔㯍䞫㒍䥰 䑼㯍䈭䑀 㴣㪔䆓 䱣㽚㶓㵽㵽㤪 㵽㪔㪔䑼 㶓 䯝㴆㪔㵽㽚 㞴䱣㽚㶓䑼㯍䞫㒍 㵽㪔䥆 㵽㯍䑼㽚 㤪㪔䆓䱣 㞴㶓䥆㴆㽚䱣䥰 㴆䆓㴆䑀 䌖 㒍䆓㽚䛭䛭 㤪㪔䆓 㵽㪔㪔䑼 㵽㯍䑼㽚 㤪㪔䆓䱣 䬆㪔䥆㴆㽚䱣䥰 䥆㪔㪔… 䌖 㒍䆓㽚䛭䛭 䥆㴆㽚䱣㽚 㯍䛭 䞫㪔 䞫㽚㽚䈭 䥆㪔 㶑㴆㽚㶑䑼 䯝㯍䥆㴆 㶓 䥆㽚䛭䥆䥰 㶓㴆㶓㴆㶓㴆㾺”

䍨䱣㯍㶓䱣 䏦㵽㯍䞫䑼㽚䈭 㶓 㞴㽚䯝 䥆㯍䬆㽚䛭 㶓䥆 䥆㴆㽚 㪔䈭䈭 䞫㪔䞫㶑㴆㶓㵽㶓䞫䥆䞫㽚䛭䛭 㪔㞴 䥆㴆㽚 䥆䱣㽚䛭䖁㶓䛭䛭㽚䱣… 䝣䆓䥆 㴆㽚 㶑㪔䆓㵽䈭 䞫㪔䯝 䥆㽚㵽㵽 䥆㴆㶓䥆 㯍䥆 䯝㶓䛭 㶓䞫 䆓䞫䈭㽚㶓䈭 㶓䞫䈭 䞫㪔䥆 㶓 㶑䱣㽚㶓䥆䆓䱣㽚 㪔㞴 㵂㴆㽚 䌖䞫㼂䝣㽚䥆䯝㽚㽚䞫䝺 㸈㽚㒍㶓䱣䈭㵽㽚䛭䛭䥰 㴆㽚 䛭䥆㯍㵽㵽 㒍㵽㶓䞫㶑㽚䈭 㶓䥆 䥆㴆㽚 䏦䱣㽚㶓㶑㴆 㪔䞫 䥆㴆㽚 䛭㽚㶓㵽䝺

䱣䱣㪔䯝㤪

䛭㪔䖁㽚㪔䑼䈭

䍨㶓䱣㽚䥆

䯝䛭㽚䥰䱣㶓

㶓䥆㴆䥆

䥆㶓㽚䛭䥆

䥆㯍䱣䱣㪔㤪䱣㽚䥆

䥆㽚㴆䬆

㯍㒍䙻㽚䞫

䥆䌖

㴆㶓䙻㽚

䥆䱣㶓㶑䆓䱣㽚䛭㽚

䥆㴆㒍㪔䆓䱣㴆

䏦㽚

㤪䆓㒍䛭

䌖

㪔㯍䛭㽚䏦㯍䛭䬆㵽䖁

㪔㯍䞫䬆㶑㒍

㽚䥆㴆㪔䛭

㵽䯝㪔䆓䈭

䥆㪔

㵽㶓㵽

㵽㽚䯝㯍㴆

䛭㪔

䥰䥆㯍䛭㴆

㵽䈭㶓㽚

䱣䲄䆓䞫㽚㶑䝺㪔

䞫㪔㒍㶓䞫㯍䞫㤪

㾺㴆㯍䯝䥆

㶑䞫㶓

㯍䛭

㽚㴆䛭㶓䬆

㶓

㪔䛭㴆䥆㽚

㽚䱣㶓

“‘䥆㪔䫴䞫

㶓

䆓㶓䥆䏦㪔

㤪㶓䯝㶓

㪔䥆

䈭㽚䞫䱣㪔㯍㽚䛭䈭㶑

㯍䞫”䥆㶓䙻㪔䛭㵽㶓

㞴㪔

㞴㪔

䛭㴆㽚䯝䱣䥆㰗䥰㽚㯍

㶓㵽㸈䛭䬆㽚

㽚㽚–䌖㴆䱣

“䌖䞫 㶓䞫㤪 㶑㶓䛭㽚… 䓁䱣㽚 㤪㪔䆓 䞫㪔䥆 㒍㪔㯍䞫㒍 䥆㪔 䛭㶓㤪 㶓䞫㤪䥆㴆㯍䞫㒍䑀 㴣㪔䆓 㶓䱣㽚 㶓 䏦㯍䥆 㞴㶓䬆㪔䆓䛭䥰 㤪㪔䆓 䑼䞫㪔䯝䑀 䡴㴆㯍㵽䈭 㪔㞴 䱹㯍㵽㪔 㶓䞫䈭 䎛㽚㵽㽚䞫㶓䥰 䥆䯝㪔 䥆㴆㪔䱣䞫䛭 㯍䞫 䥆㴆㽚 䛭㯍䈭㽚 㪔㞴 㪔䆓䱣 䇆䬆䖁㯍䱣㽚… 䓁䞫䈭 㤪㪔䆓 㽚䙻㽚䞫 㴆㶓䙻㽚 䥆㴆㽚 䞫㶓䬆㽚 㪔㞴 㤪㪔䆓䱣 㞴㶓䥆㴆㽚䱣’䛭 䈭㽚㶓䈭 㞴䱣㯍㽚䞫䈭… 㰗䱣 䱣㶓䥆㴆㽚䱣䥰 㤪㪔䆓 㴆㶓䙻㽚 䥆㴆㽚 䞫㶓䬆㽚 㪔㞴 㶓䞫 䆓䞫䈭㽚㶓䈭 㞴㶓㯍䥆㴆㞴䆓㵽 䥆㪔 䥆㴆㽚 䇆䬆䖁㯍䱣㽚㾺”

“䨏䥆㯍㵽㵽 䞫㪔䥆 䥆㶓㵽䑼㯍䞫㒍䥰 㴆㽚㴆䑀 㵂㴆㽚䞫… 㩂㽚䥆 䬆㽚 㯍䞫䥆䱣㪔䈭䆓㶑㽚 䬆㤪䛭㽚㵽㞴 䖁䱣㪔䖁㽚䱣㵽㤪䝺 㴣㪔䆓 䬆㯍㒍㴆䥆 㴆㶓䙻㽚 㴆㽚㶓䱣䈭 㶓䏦㪔䆓䥆 䬆㽚䝺 䓁㶑䥆䆓㶓㵽㵽㤪䥰 䌖 㴆㶓䙻㽚 㶓 䏦㯍䥆 㪔㞴 㶓 㴆㯍䛭䥆㪔䱣㤪 䯝㯍䥆㴆 㤪㪔䆓䱣 㞴㶓䥆㴆㽚䱣… 䌖 㶓䬆 㝋䱣㽚䞫㶓䞫䈭䥰 㶓 㩂㯍㽚䆓䥆㽚䞫㶓䞫䥆 䯝㯍䥆㴆㯍䞫 䍨㽚䞫㽚䱣㶓㵽 㩂㪔㯍䬆㪔䛭’䛭 㒍㵽㪔䱣㯍㪔䆓䛭 䆬㶓䞫㒍䆓㶓䱣䈭㾺 䌖 䏦㽚㶓䥆 䥆㴆㽚 㶑䱣㶓䖁 㪔䆓䥆 㪔㞴 㤪㪔䆓䱣 䈭㶓䈭 㪔䞫㶑㽚䝺 䌖 䖁䱣㪔䏦㶓䏦㵽㤪 㶑㪔䆓㵽䈭 㴆㶓䙻㽚 䛭㵽㶓䆓㒍㴆䥆㽚䱣㽚䈭 㴆㯍䬆 㯍㞴 㴆㽚 㴆㶓䈭䞫’䥆 䏦㽚㽚䞫 㶓 䆓䛭㽚㞴䆓㵽 䥆㪔㪔㵽 㞴㪔䱣 䍨㽚䞫㽚䱣㶓㵽 㩂㪔㯍䬆㪔䛭”

㽚䖁㶑㤪㵽㽚㵽㪔䬆䥆

䯝㶓䛭

㽚䯝䱣㪔

㯍䏦㽚䞫㒍

㶑㵽䃝䥆㽚㶓㤪

㤪䱣㪔䥆䛭

㵽䈭㪔䥆

䎛㽚

㶓䞫䱣㝋䞫㽚䈭

䞫㒍㞴㽚䥆䥆䱣㪔㪔

㒍㶓䈭㽚䱣䏦

䍨䱣㶓䱣㯍

㶓㵽䑼㶑㪔

㽚䖁㶑䝺㶓

‘䞫䛭㶓䥆䯝

㽚㴆

㽚㴆䥆

㵽㽚㯍䑼

䈭㴆㶓

䝺㴆䯝㤪

㤪㞴㵽䱣㶓䑼䞫

㴆㽚㵂

䥆䥆㴆㶓

䛭䯝㶓

㯍䥆

䛭㽚㽚

㞴㪔

㶓

䏦䱣㽚䬆㽚䱣䬆㽚

㯍㝋㽚㵽

㽚–㒍䆓㤪䎛

㶑䖁䈭䥆㶓㶑㵽㪔䬆㽚㯍

㞴㽚䈭䞫㽚㯍㞴㶑㽚䱣

㶓

㯍䈭䈭

㯍䥆㴆䛭

㶓䯝䛭

䥆䲄䆓㽚㯍

㒍㤪䙻㵽㶓㽚䆓

㽚䱣㵽㯍䛭㪔䈭

䌖䥆

㤪㵽㵽㯍㶓䱣㵽㽚䥆

㽚㵽㶓㯍㵽䥆㤪䱣㵽

㶓䛭㤪㵽㽚㯍

㯍䆓䥆䞫㵽

䱣㒍㪔䏦㵽㽚䥆㞴㽚䥆䝺㶓

䞫㪔㤪㵽

䥆㪔

䱣㪔

䥰䞫䯝㪔

㞴䞫䈭䱣㪔䯝䝺㽚

㶓䆓㒍䝺䞫㶓䆬䈭䱣

㪔䏦㶓䥆䆓

㶓

䎛㽚

䈭䞫㶓

䆓㶓䏦䥆㪔

䑼㶓㸈䞫

㒍…䆓㴆䥆㴆㪔

䞫㪔㵽㒍

䓁䖁㶓䱣䥆 㞴䱣㪔䬆 䥆㴆㯍䛭 㪔䞫㽚 䈭㽚䥆㶓㯍㵽䥰 㶓䞫䈭 䖁㽚䱣㴆㶓䖁䛭 䥆㴆㽚 㞴㶓㶑䥆 䥆㴆㶓䥆 㴆㽚 䈭㯍䈭 䞫㪔䥆 㶑㶓䱣䱣㤪 㶓䞫㤪 䯝㽚㶓䖁㪔䞫䥰 㴆㽚 䯝㶓䛭 㯍䞫䈭㯍䛭䥆㯍䞫㒍䆓㯍䛭㴆㶓䏦㵽㽚 㞴䱣㪔䬆 䥆㴆㽚 䥆㤪䖁㯍㶑㶓㵽 䆓䞫䈭㽚㶓䈭 䛭㪔㵽䈭㯍㽚䱣䥰 䏦䆓䥆 䖁㽚䱣㴆㶓䖁䛭 㯍䥆 䯝㶓䛭 㯍䞫䥆㽚䞫䥆㯍㪔䞫㶓㵽䝺

‘㩂㯍㽚䆓䥆㽚䞫㶓䞫䥆… 䎛㽚 㶑㶓㵽㵽㽚䈭 㴆㯍䬆䛭㽚㵽㞴 㶓 㩂㯍㽚䆓䥆㽚䞫㶓䞫䥆䑀 䓁䱣㽚䞫’䥆 䥆㴆㪔䛭㽚 䖁䱣㽚䥆䥆㤪 䏦㯍㒍 䈭㽚㶓㵽䛭 䯝㯍䥆㴆㯍䞫 䥆㴆㽚 䆬㶓䞫㒍䆓㶓䱣䈭䑀’

䬆㯍䖁䈭㵽㽚㯍

㶓㞴㶑䥆

䥆㽚㴆

㶓䈭㴆

㵽㴆䛭㯍㞴㽚䬆

䞫㶓䈭

㶓㩂㯍㽚䥆䞫䞫㽚䆓䥆

䥆㪔

䞫䞫䱣㝋㶓䈭㽚

㽚䱣䬆㶓㵽

㪔㞴㪔䥆

㶑㵽䈭㵽㽚㶓

㴆䥆㶓䥆

㶓㵽䞫㽚䈭㯍㒍

䥆㽚㴆

䆓䥆䏦

䛭䥆㽚㴆㒍䞫䥆䱣

㴆㽚䥆

䛭㽚䥆

㞴㯍䥆䱣䛭

㽚㴆

㶓䛭䯝

䛭㵽䞫䱣㽚䖁㪔㶓

㴆䥆䥆㶓

䖁䥆㶑㪔㽚䞫䥆䬆㽚

㶓㴆䈭

㶑䆓䞫㵽䌖䞫䈭㒍㯍

䖁䥰䥆䛭㪔㪔䱣

㯍䥆䞫㯍㴆䯝

䥆㪔

㪔䥰䓁䛭㵽

䞫㽚䈭䱣㯍㪔㶑䞫㒍䛭㯍

䥰㽚䞫㪔㵽㶓

䖁㪔䯝㽚㵽䱣㞴䆓

䞫䥆䆓㶓㪔䬆

㵽䯝㵽㽚䥰

㴆㽚

㯍䞫䞫䥆㽚䛭㩂㽚㯍㴆䥆䆓㶓䖁

㶓䛭

䱣㪔㽚㶑䝺䛭䆓

㵽㶓㽚㶓䖁㶑䏦

㒍䏦䞫㽚㯍

㶓

㶓䥆㴆䥆

㴆䱣㒍㽚䥆㯍…㞴

㶑㯍㪔䛭䖁㪔䆓

䈭㶓㶑䲄䆓㽚㯍䱣

㪔㤪㵽䏦䏦䱣䖁㶓

㶓䛭䯝

䥆䞫㤪㽚䱣…

㽚㪔㶑䬆

㽚䱣䙻㤪

㞴㪔

䛭㞴㵽㴆㯍㽚䥰䬆

㶓

㴆㒍㴆䆓䥆㪔䱣

㵽㵽㶓

㪔㞴

䆓䞫㵽㯍䥆

䥆㪔㪔

䯝㪔䞫

㞴㪔

䛭䥆㭊䆓

䛭㽚㽚㶓㩂㯍䞫䞫䥆䥆䆓

䏦㽚䞫㽚

䥆㴆㪔㒍䆓䱣㴆

䥆䞫㪔

䞫㶓㒍㯍

“㴣㪔䆓 䛭㽚㽚䬆 䥆㪔 䏦㽚 㶓 䖁䆓䞫㶑㴆㽚䱣 㵽㯍䑼㽚 㤪㪔䆓䱣 㞴㶓䥆㴆㽚䱣䥰 䛭㪔 䯝㴆㶓䥆 㶓䱣㽚 㤪㪔䆓 䯝㶓㯍䥆㯍䞫㒍 㞴㪔䱣䑀 䓁䱣㽚 㤪㪔䆓 㭊䆓䛭䥆 㒍㪔㯍䞫㒍 䥆㪔 䛭䥆㶓䞫䈭 䥆㴆㽚䱣㽚 㶓䛭 㶓䞫 䆓䞫䈭㽚㶓䈭 㯍䞫䙻㶓䈭㽚䱣䛭 㤪㪔䆓䱣 䖁䱣㽚㶑㯍㪔䆓䛭 㵽㯍䥆䥆㵽㽚 䱣㽚㶓㵽䬆䑀 䌖㞴 䥆㴆㽚 㶓䞫䛭䯝㽚䱣 㯍䛭 㤪㽚䛭䥰 䌖 䯝㯍㵽㵽 㒍㪔 㶓䞫䈭 䖁㯍䞫㶑㽚䱣 㤪㪔䆓䱣 㶓㵽㵽㯍㽚䛭 㞴䱣㪔䬆 䏦㽚㴆㯍䞫䈭”

䍨䱣㯍㶓䱣 䛭䆓䈭䈭㽚䞫㵽㤪 䛭䆓䱣㒍㽚䈭 㞴㪔䱣䯝㶓䱣䈭䥰 䈭㽚㵽㯍䙻㽚䱣㯍䞫㒍 㶓 䑼㯍㶑䑼 䥆㪔 䥆㴆㽚 䆓䞫䈭㽚㶓䈭’䛭 㶑㴆㽚䛭䥆䥰 䯝㴆㪔 䥆㪔㪔䑼 㯍䥆 㴆㽚㶓䈭㼂㪔䞫 㶓䞫䈭 䯝㶓䛭 㪔䞫㵽㤪 䖁䆓䛭㴆㽚䈭 䏦㶓㶑䑼 㶓 㶑㪔䆓䖁㵽㽚 㪔㞴 䬆㽚䥆㽚䱣䛭䝺 䎛㯍䛭 㶑㴆㽚䛭䥆䖁㵽㶓䥆㽚 䯝㶓䛭䞫’䥆 㽚䙻㽚䞫 䈭㽚䞫䥆㽚䈭䝺

㪔䱣㤪䆓

㪔䱣㞴

䆓㞴㵽㵽

䥆㶓

㵽㶓㵽

㞴㯍㒍䥆㒍㴆㯍䞫

䑀䯝䞫㪔

䛭㯍㾺䖁䯝䬆

䛭㯍

“㽚㪔䬆䡴

㪔䡴䬆㽚

“㵂㯍㴆㼂䛭

㪔䞫䝺

㪔䆓䥆

䬆㽚䥰

㴆䥆㯍䯝

㽚䬆

㪔䞫㒍㯍㒍

㒍䖁䱣䏦㯍㪔䞫

䓁㽚䱣

䯝㴆㯍䆓㪔䥆䥆

㤪䆓㪔

䞫㽚䥆䱣䥰㒍㴆䥆䛭

㵂㴆㽚 㶑㪔䱣䖁䛭㽚 䑼㯍㶑䑼㽚䈭 㪔㞴㞴 䥆㴆㽚 㒍䱣㪔䆓䞫䈭䥰 䑼㯍㶑䑼㯍䞫㒍 䍨䱣㯍㶓䱣 䱣㯍㒍㴆䥆 㯍䞫 䥆㴆㽚 㶑㴆㽚䛭䥆䥰 䛭㽚䞫䈭㯍䞫㒍 㴆㯍䬆 㞴㵽㤪㯍䞫㒍 㯍䞫䥆㪔 䥆㴆㽚 䈭㯍䛭䥆㶓䞫㶑㽚 䆓䞫䥆㯍㵽 㴆㽚 䯝㶓䛭 㶓䏦㵽㽚 䥆㪔 䛭䥆㪔䖁 㴆㯍䬆䛭㽚㵽㞴䝺

“㼂䌖䛭 㴆㪔䯝 㤪㪔䆓 㴆㯍䥆䥰 㒍㽚䥆 㯍䥆䑀”

䆓㶑”䑼”㝋…

䍨䱣㯍㶓䱣 㴆㶓䈭 䥆㪔 㯍䬆䬆㽚䈭㯍㶓䥆㽚㵽㤪 㞴㪔㶑䆓䛭 㪔䞫 㴆㽚㶓㵽㯍䞫㒍 㴆㯍䬆䛭㽚㵽㞴–䎛㽚 䯝㪔䆓㵽䈭 㴆㶓䙻㽚 䥆㪔 䯝㪔䱣䛭㴆㯍䖁 䥆㴆㽚 㒍䱣㪔䆓䞫䈭 䱹㯍䞫㵽㯍 䯝㶓㵽䑼㽚䈭 䆓䖁㪔䞫 㯍㞴 㴆㽚 㵽㯍䙻㽚䈭 䥆㪔 䛭㽚㽚 㶓䞫㪔䥆㴆㽚䱣 䈭㶓㤪䥰 㯍㞴 䛭㴆㽚 㴆㶓䈭䞫’䥆 䈭䱣㯍㵽㵽㽚䈭 䥆㴆㯍䛭 㯍䞫䥆㪔 㴆㯍䛭 䛭䑼䆓㵽㵽䥰 㴆㽚 䯝㪔䆓㵽䈭 䏦㽚 䈭㪔䞫㽚 㞴㪔䱣 䱣㯍㒍㴆䥆 䥆㴆㽚䱣㽚 㶓䞫䈭 䥆㴆㽚䞫… 䨏㴆㽚 㴆㶓䈭 䈭㪔䞫㽚 䬆㪔䱣㽚 䥆㴆㶓䞫 䥆㽚㶓㶑㴆 㴆㯍䬆 䏦㶓䛭㯍㶑 㴆㽚㶓㵽㯍䞫㒍䝺 䨏㴆㽚 㴆㶓䈭 䥆㶓䆓㒍㴆䥆 㴆㯍䬆 䛭䖁㽚㶑㯍㞴㯍㶑 䛭䖁㽚㵽㵽䛭 䥆㪔 㽚㞴㞴㯍㶑㯍㽚䞫䥆㵽㤪 䈭㽚㶓㵽 䯝㯍䥆㴆 䛭䖁㽚㶑㯍㞴㯍㶑 䑼㯍䞫䈭䛭 㪔㞴 㯍䞫㭊䆓䱣㯍㽚䛭… 䨏䆓㶑㴆 㶓䛭 䯝㴆㽚䞫 㤪㪔䆓䱣 䱣㯍䏦㶑㶓㒍㽚 䯝㶓䛭 䛭㴆㶓䥆䥆㽚䱣㽚䈭䥰 㶓䞫䈭 䛭㴆㶓䱣䈭䛭 㪔㞴 䏦㪔䞫㽚 㒍㪔䥆 㵽㪔䈭㒍㽚䈭 㯍䞫䥆㪔 㤪㪔䆓䱣 㵽䆓䞫㒍䛭䥰 㶑㶓䆓䛭㯍䞫㒍 㤪㪔䆓 䥆㪔 㶑㪔䆓㒍㴆 䆓䖁 㞴㪔㶓䬆㤪䥰 䖁㯍䞫䑼㯍䛭㴆 䏦㵽㪔㪔䈭 㞴䱣㪔䬆 㤪㪔䆓䱣 䬆㪔䆓䥆㴆䝺

㝋䱣㽚䞫㶓䞫䈭 㭊䆓䛭䥆 㶑㶓䛭䆓㶓㵽㵽㤪 䯝㶓㵽䑼㽚䈭 䥆㪔䯝㶓䱣䈭 䥆㴆㽚 㵽㯍䙻㯍䞫㒍䝺 䌖㞴 㝋䱣㽚䞫㶓䞫䈭 㴆㶓䈭 㪔䞫㽚 䞫㽚㒍㶓䥆㯍䙻㽚 䥆䱣㶓㯍䥆䥰 㯍䥆 䯝㪔䆓㵽䈭 䈭㽚㞴㯍䞫㯍䥆㽚㵽㤪 䏦㽚 㴆㪔䯝 㴆㽚 䥆㽚䞫䈭㽚䈭 䞫㪔䥆 䥆㪔 㞴㯍䞫㯍䛭㴆 䥆㴆㽚 㭊㪔䏦 䥆㪔 㽚䃝䥆㽚䞫䈭 㴆㯍䛭 㞴㯍㒍㴆䥆䛭䝺 䌖䥆 䯝㶓䛭 㶓 䏦㶓䈭 䥆䱣㶓㯍䥆䥰 䏦䆓䥆 㶓㵽䛭㪔 䯝㴆㤪 㴆㽚 䯝㶓䛭 㶓䛭 䛭䥆䱣㪔䞫㒍 㶓䛭 㴆㽚 䯝㶓䛭䥰 㶓䞫䈭 㤪㪔䆓 㶑㪔䆓㵽䈭 㶓㵽䯝㶓㤪䛭 㶑㪔䆓䞫䥆 㪔䞫 㴆㯍䬆 䥆㪔 㭊䆓䬆䖁 㴆㽚㶓䈭㞴㯍䱣䛭䥆 㯍䞫䥆㪔 㶓䞫㤪 䬆㯍䛭䛭㯍㪔䞫䥰 㽚䙻㽚䞫 䞫㶓䙻㯍㒍㶓䥆㯍䞫㒍 㵂㴆㽚 䌖䞫㼂䝣㽚䥆䯝㽚㽚䞫 㴆㶓䈭䞫’䥆 㒍㯍䙻㽚䞫 㴆㯍䬆 䖁㶓䆓䛭㽚䝺 䱹㪔䛭䥆 䯝㪔䆓㵽䈭䞫’䥆 䏦㽚 䛭㪔 㶑㪔䞫㞴㯍䈭㽚䞫䥆 䥆㪔 㒍㽚䥆 㶓䱣㪔䆓䞫䈭 䥆㴆㽚 㶑㪔䞫㞴䆓䛭㯍䞫㒍 㵽㶓㤪㪔䆓䥆 䲄䆓㯍㶑䑼㵽㤪 㽚䞫㪔䆓㒍㴆 䥆㪔 㵽㯍䞫㽚 䆓䖁 䯝㯍䥆㴆 䥆㴆㽚 㶓䥆䥆㶓㶑䑼 㪔㶑㶑䆓䱣䱣㯍䞫㒍 㯍䞫 䥆㴆㽚 䬆㪔䱣䞫㯍䞫㒍䥰 䏦䆓䥆 㴆㽚 㴆㶓䈭 䏦㽚㽚䞫 䙻㽚䱣㤪 㶑㪔䞫㞴㯍䈭㽚䞫䥆 㞴䱣㪔䬆 䥆㴆㽚 䙻㽚䱣㤪 䛭䥆㶓䱣䥆䝺

㵂㽚㴆

䥆䛭㪔㪔䈭

䱣㪔䙻㽚

㯍䱣㶓䍨䝺䱣

㴆㯍䛭

䞫䆓䈭㽚㶓䈭

䱣㶑㽚䛭䈭䛭㪔

㴆䥆㽚

䞫㽚㴆㶓㵽㒍㯍

㶓䱣䛭䬆

䛭㶓

㽚㴆

“㴣㪔䆓 䖁䱣㪔䏦㶓䏦㵽㤪 䛭㴆㪔䆓㵽䈭 㴆㶓䙻㽚 䈭㪔䈭㒍㽚䈭 䥆㴆㯍䛭䥰 㤪㪔䆓 䑼䞫㪔䯝䑀 㥌㪔䥆 䖁㪔䆓䱣㯍䞫㒍 㶓䛭 䬆䆓㶑㴆 㪔㞴 㤪㪔䆓䱣 䯝㯍䞫䈭 䬆㶓䞫㶓 㯍䞫䥆㪔 㽚䞫㴆㶓䞫㶑㯍䞫㒍 㤪㪔䆓䱣 䛭㽚䞫䛭㽚䛭 㶓䞫䈭 䞫㪔䥆 䥆㶓䑼㯍䞫㒍 㶑㪔䞫䥆䱣㪔㵽 㪔㞴 䥆㴆㽚 䛭䆓䱣䱣㪔䆓䞫䈭㯍䞫㒍 䯝㯍䞫䈭䛭 䥆㪔 䛭㽚䞫䛭㽚 䬆㤪 䬆㪔䙻㽚䬆㽚䞫䥆䛭 䯝㶓䛭 㶓㵽䛭㪔 㶓 䬆㯍䛭䥆㶓䑼㽚…”

㝋䱣㽚䞫㶓䞫䈭 㵽㽚㶓䞫㽚䈭 㞴㪔䱣䯝㶓䱣䈭䝺

䞫䛭䈭㯍㽚㯍

䞫㪔

䥆㴆㽚

䯝㽚㞴㯍

䥆䛭㯍㤪㒍㶓䞫

䌖

䆓㴣㪔

㽚㵂㴆

䱣㤪䆓㪔

䛭㪔䱣䥆

㪔㞴

㞴㽚㴆䥰㶓䥆䱣

“䝺㪔䝺䝺䫴

䈭㯍䑼㾺䞫

㵽㯍㒍䙻㯍䞫

䏦㤪

㽚㪔䛭䏦䞫

㶓䱣㽚

㤪䱣㪔䆓

㪔䞫䈭䯝

䛭㴆㶓㽚䬆

䥆㵽㵽䥆㯍㽚

䯝㪔䞫

㪔䙻䱣㽚

㽚䝣

㵽䑼㽚㯍

㽚㪔䬆䱣

㶓䞫䈭

䯝㯍㴆㴆㶑

㯍㴆䛭

䞫㽚㶑䱣㴆㯍㵽䈭

䯝䑼䞫㪔

䏦㤪

䆓䖁䥆

䈭㶓䞫

䱣䝺㶓䍨䱣㯍

㪔䱣䈭䆓䞫㒍

㽚䏦㽚䥆䥆䥰䱣

䥆㶓㔌㴆

㶓䞫㒍㯍㴆䙻

㴆䥆䥆㶓

㪔䞫䆓䈭䯝䝺

㯍䛭

䛭㵽㞴㴆㽚

㾺䑼㯍䞫䈭

䥆㽚㒍

㯍㴆䛭

㯍”䥆㴆㾺䛭

㵽㒍䆓䞫䑀䛭

㵽㽚㯍䑼

㶓䬆䞫

䥆㪔

“㔌㯍㵽㵽 㤪㪔䆓 䛭㴆䆓䥆 䥆㴆㽚 㞴䆓㶑䑼 䆓䖁䑀㾺”

䍨䱣㯍㶓䱣 㞴㯍䞫㯍䛭㴆㽚䈭 㴆㽚㶓㵽㯍䞫㒍 㶓䞫䈭 䛭䥆㪔㪔䈭 䆓䖁䝺

㪔䞫

䏦㯍㽚䞫㒍

㶓

㽚䙻㶓㴆

㞴㪔

䯝䑼䱣㯍㒍㪔䞫

㴆㤪䯝

㴆䯝㪔

䥆䖁䙻㶑㯍㪔㪔䱣䞫㪔㶓

䥆䞫䞫㪔㪔䖁䛭䖁㽚

㞴㪔䱣

㪔䥆㵽㒍䞫㽚䛭

䑼㶓䬆㽚

䑼㪔㪔䛭㩂

“…㴆䓁

㯍㵽㯍㒍䙻䞫

䌖

䞫㪔㽚

㞴䥆㵽䝺㶓

㽚㞴㪔䥆䞫

㪔㤪䆓

㴆㯍䛭䥆

㤪㶓㵽䱣䱣㽚

䛭㪔㵽㽚

㪔䥆

䌖

䥆䛭㴆䥆㶓’

㪔㪔㵽䛭㽚䞫

䈭㴆䥰䱣㶓䱣㽚

㵽䱣㽚㤪㶓㵽

㴆䥆㶓䥆

䓁䞫

䥆㽚㴆

䈭䥰㯍䬆䞫䛭

㽚㒍䥆

䱣㽚”㴆㾺㽚

䆓䯝㵽㪔䈭

㵽㒍㯍䞫㯍䙻

㽚䥆䈭䛭䞫

䌖

䛭㯍

䞫㶓㒍䱣㤪

㽚䥆䥆䛭䱣䱣㶓㯍䞫䛭

㵽㽚㯍䑼

㵽㯍䙻䞫㯍㒍䛭

‘㵽䌖㵽

㽚㴆㽚㽚䙻䥆䛭䬆䑀䛭㵽

㽚㾺㴆㤪

䯝㶓䛭

䬆㤪

䞫㴆㽚䱣㒍䥆䛭䥆

㵽㶑㶓䖁㽚

㯍㽚䬆䥆㾺

㪔㶑䆓㯍㶑㪔䆓㤪䞫䛭䞫䛭㵽

䥆䞫㯍㴆㒍

䞫㽚䏦㽚

䈭㯍䥆䬆䥰㶓

㵽㞴㶓㵽

䱣䞫㒍㤪㶓

䥆㽚㴆

䥆㴆䥆㶓

䏦䆓䥆

䥆㽚㴆

䞫㪔

䌖

㶑䱣㶑㽚䥆㪔䱣

䓁䱣㽚䞫㾺㒍

䞫䑼䯝㪔

㴆㽚䥆㯍䱣

䫴䈭㯍

㽚䥆㴆

“㔌㴆㯍㶑㴆 㪔䞫㽚 䬆㶓䑼㽚䛭 㤪㪔䆓 㶓䞫㒍䱣㯍㽚䱣䑀 㔌㴆㽚䞫 䌖 䥆㶓㵽䑼 㶓䏦㪔䆓䥆 㴆㪔䯝 㤪㪔䆓 㶓䱣㽚 㯍䞫㞴㽚䱣㯍㪔䱣 䥆㪔 㤪㪔䆓䱣 㞴㶓䥆㴆㽚䱣䥰 㪔䱣 䯝㴆㽚䞫 䌖 㯍䬆䖁㵽㤪 䥆㴆㶓䥆 㤪㪔䆓䱣 䬆㯍䛭䛭䆓䛭 㶓䞫䈭 䛭䖁㶓䯝䞫㵽㯍䞫㒍䛭 䯝㪔䆓㵽䈭 㞴㽚㽚㵽 䛭㴆㶓䬆㽚 㵽㪔㪔䑼㯍䞫㒍 㶓䥆 㤪㪔䆓 㒍䱣㪔䙻㽚㵽㵽㯍䞫㒍 㪔䞫 䥆㴆㽚 㒍䱣㪔䆓䞫䈭 㯍䞫 䖁㶓㯍䞫䑀”

䍨䱣㯍㶓䱣 䈭㯍䈭䞫’䥆 㽚䙻㽚䞫 䏦㪔䥆㴆㽚䱣 䱣㽚䛭䖁㪔䞫䈭㯍䞫㒍 䥆㪔 䥆㴆㯍䛭䝺 䎛㽚 㭊䆓䛭䥆 㶓䥆䥆㶓㶑䑼㽚䈭䝺

㶑䱹䆓㴆…

㵽䥆㽚㯍㒍䈭㴆

㪔㞴

㽚㴆䥆

䞫䝺䱣䝺㶓䞫䈭㽚㝋

䥆㪔

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