Capítulo 1269: The Bright, The Rotten

Thomas was a man of deep conviction, but he did not bear any holy affiliation. He did not worship any particular god. His belief led not in the divine, but in the holy–At least, that is how he would describe what he believed in, even if few would be able to grasp exactly what he meant with his words… It did not matter. Crusader Thomas was not one to speak much. There was no need for him to preach, for he did not seek companionship from people who believed in the same things as him.

He had understood at an early age that it was a pointless endeavour in this wide, wild world that he had found himself in… His great helm had first been forged by his own hands, hallowed by his own will. The same was true of his greatsword and armour. His white surcoat was decorated with a grey cross that represented nothing.

Despite not worshipping and even rejecting the idea of doing so, he not only respected the deities but was nonetheless filled with holy energy. The other users of this energy had felt a disconnect a while ago–They had felt the death and subsequent corruption of their deities when the Undead Empire had marched upon the Divine Realm, but nothing had changed for Thomas. No beings far above himself played a hand in his abilities or the like.

His gaze focused as he stared at a being woven out of heresy. Holy energy flowed throughout his body, and steel. He gained a luminous presence as he pointed his greatsword at the Restless standing across from him… Xator’s hollowed face stared directly forward. His clubbed tail dragged on the ground behind him, and his claws twitched slightly without a clear pattern.

Still, rotten soul energy permeated his slender bone body. The vertebrae-like sections of his tail clicked and cracked like the knee articulations of an elderly man. Even as fights raged on in the distance, both combatants stood still for several long seconds… When the time to strike came, neither moved at incredible speed.

Xator merely raised one arm and crooked his clawed fingers. The articulations popped there as well, and in the next instant, a blast of foul soul energy was launched directly at the crusader, who swung his greatsword in response, dispersing the attack with just this singular blow–Soul and holy energy clashed for a brief instant, the two energies seemed equally matched for a moment, but the latter being directly connected to its master gave it the edge required to shatter the soul spell without much difficulty.

Thomas stepped forward, blade ignited with holy energy, while the undead’s clubbed tail pressed the ground… Xator charged his claws with energy and launched flying slashes straight at the living–The crusader stood his ground and kept marching onward, striking down any and all spells coming his way, until he suddenly burst forward into a blast of brightness.

He swung at the undead with a diagonal handle, but only sliced hair as the undead flung himself into the air using his tail, landing a distance behind Thomas.

A few moments of lull passed… Then the undead retrieved festering soul energy from the hole in his face and head, condensing it into a sphere which floated in front of the dark pit and above his palm, streams of the energy coming out of the former to nourish the incoming spell.

Thomas rushed head-on, even as Xator grabbed the sphere and slashed it with one of his claws–It was a rather unconventional manner of casting a spell… The undead had imbued a spell into the condensed sphere of soul energy, but had intentionally made it completely unstable for the purpose of adding more power to it, leading him to have to use his claw to set it off, as he had to completely enclose it to make sure it wouldn’t go off in his face.

Unfortunately for the living, this was a trick Xator had been working on for a while now, so the execution was flawless, and a great mass of rotten soul energy brutally surged directly at him, the affected area too wide for the crusader to dodge–Not that it was his style–So he once again stood his ground, and let his holy energy do the talking.

…The soul energy was so thick that it doubled as a visual hazard as well. It was like the whole area in front of Xator had been covered by a curtain. The only problem with the Restless’s spell was that it was so unstable, aggressive, and powerful that even he couldn’t sense or see anything through what was currently happening. He had long since turned it into a feature by hard-coding these disadvantageous elements into the spell through conditions and rules, allowing him to make the whole thing even more outrageously powerful.

The result was great, however…

‘I am not sensing any death, or for this matter… I am not sensing much suffering soul. Did he hunker down? His holy energy does seem quite competent at defence, so perhaps he formed a barrier to resist the attack–I’d better prepare several more spells for when this one ends-‘

A bright energy suddenly tore out of the chaotic mass, slicing the undead’s right arm at the shoulder. Xator’s reaction was immediate. He expelled the holy energy from his body without wait… A good decision, as his disembodied arm was consumed and broken down by it within moments.

‘Well, that is somewhat problematic, isn’t it?’

As though the holy energy was an inspiration for other kinds of energy, the attack caught and dragged all ambient energy in its way, including the realm’s potent life force. Thus, despite having access to restorative spells, Xator couldn’t get his arm back at all. Way too much life force had been involved in its severing, creating a blockade that would take a while to be fully cleared.

The crusader stepped out of the mass of soul energy, his body emitting dangerous amounts of holy energy.

‘Ah, I see…’

Xator immediately understood how Thomas had been able to not just resist the spell, but also take a swing on top of it–Since the soul energy was chaotic and not actually directed at anything or anyone in particular, he had used his holy energy to occupy space around him, causing the destructive flow of the undead’s soul energy to be diverted and to flow past him, akin to a dam forcing a river to change course.

It wasn’t exactly easy to pull off, as normally, such an attempt would be met with resistance by the soul energy, which would have tried to progress through the blockade, but Thomas had seemingly figured out which parameters were required to trick the energy into just going around the obstacle instead of trying to shatter it…

The living pointed his blade at the undead once more, and this time, Xator felt like he could only oblige the challenge and began walking up to the crusader. His prehensile tail rose behind him, moving like an independent, serpent-like being as the skeletal remains and vigorous one stood within reach of one another.

Crusader Thomas was a giant of a man by human standards. He towered over Xator… The two men exchanged no words. Instead, after a few seconds, they made their move, the undead’s tail aimed for the living’s helm, and Thomas merely parried it using the pommel of his blade, uncaring as claws ground against his chestplate.

The undead making contact with the armour actually triggered a blast of holy energy that pushed him back.

They fought in close quarters, not paying attention to the tremors going through the ground or the sudden flashes of brightness. They couldn’t afford to be distracted for even a second right now.

Xator dragged his clubbed tail across the ground, infusing soul energy into the soil, making it burst with a simple spell, resulting in dirt and dust being sent directly at the crusader. The ‘smoke’ screen proved effective since the dirt and dust itself was still infused with the undead’s energy, allowing him to be momentarily masked from the living’s senses.

In response, Thomas did not bother trying to attack blindly or dispel the distraction. He stabbed his greatsword into the ground, turning several meters of the area around him into blessed soil through which he could cast a spell of his own, manifest a beam of holy energy, destroying the Restless’s spell, and damaging the undead at the same time.

Xator appeared a little burnt, but was still standing, and being struck had not interrupted him in the least–He was standing on the crusader’s left side, and without wasting time, released a beam of his own at close range.

The living blocked with his sword, a holy shield manifesting alongside it, but he was being pushed back nonetheless as the undead added more and more power to the soul spell, all the while preparing more spells to strike with.

…Holy energy glowed brighter.

“Mmh… I had guessed that there would be more to you…”

㟦䀄䪏㖞

㞳㩣㩣㑅

䉾䘻㘌

㞳㖞㑅㟦䘤

䀄㪫䘻

䘤䄸㪫䡵

虜

㞳䄸䘤䴧䘻

䡵䄸䘻䀄䉾㘌䡵㑅㩣㽨

㑅㩣㑅䄸㪫䉾

盧

䄱㩣

虜

䄸㘌䏅

䘤䄸䀄

老

䏅䭬䘤

䘻㞳䘤䄱

㞳䘤㩣

䡽䭬䘻䏅䄸…䉾㼧

䘤䄸

䄸㪫

䄱䘻㘌

䩢

䘤㞏㩣䘻

老

䘤㞳㩣

䄸㫸

䄸䨙

䩢

䘤㞳㩣

㑅㧭㪫䄸

䀄㟦

䀄䘻䴧㩣䀄䘳㑅

䨙䘤㟦䀄㟦㼧㩣㩣䨙

㼧㩣䘤㑅㟦㪫

㑅㞳䘤㟦㖞

“㨑㘌

㼧’䘻䀄䘤

䘤㞳㟦㖞䨙

㟦䀄

擄

䄸㞳䘤䭬

櫓

㽨㟦䡵㘌䉾䘳

㟦㑅䄸㖞䀄㩣

䘻

魯

“㭵䀄䄱䄸

蘆

盧

䘳㩣

䘤䄸䉾䘳

䀄㽨㑅㑅–㩣㔳䨙㑅㩣㪫㪫㩣

㧭䄸䏅㟦䂗䄸䀄 䘤㟦䡵䘤㩣㪫 㞳㩣㑅 㞳㩣䘻㪫 䉾䡵㟦㖞㞳䘤䡵㘌䴧 㞳㩣㑅 䘻㑅䘳䉾 㼧㑅䄸䉾䉾㩣㪫䴧 䘻䉾 䘻 䉾䘳䘻䡵䡵 䉾䘳㟦䡵㩣 䉾㽨㑅㩣䘻㪫 䘻㼧㑅䄸䉾䉾 㞳㩣㑅 䨙䘻㼧㩣䔬 䁠䡵䘻䉾䘤 䘳䘻䀄䘻 䄱䘻䉾 䘻䡵㑅㩣䘻㪫㘌 䉾䏅㑅㖞㟦䀄㖞 䘤㞳㑅䄸䏅㖞㞳䄸䏅䘤 㞳㩣㑅 䭬䄸㪫㘌䴧 㑅㩣䘻㪫㘌 䘤䄸 㩣㧾㽨䡵䄸㪫㩣 䄸䏅䘤䄱䘻㑅㪫 䘻䘤 䘻䀄㘌 㽨䄸䉾䉾㟦䭬䡵㩣 䘳䄸䘳㩣䀄䘤… 㫸㞳㩣 䄱䘻䉾 䍖䏅㟦䘤㩣 㟦䀄䘤㑅㟦㖞䏅㩣㪫 䭬㘌 䄱㞳䘻䘤 䘤㞳㩣 䏅䀄㪫㩣䘻㪫 䄱䘻䉾 䄸䀄 䘻䭬䄸䏅䘤䴧 䉾䄸 䉾㞳㩣 䡵㩣䘤 㞳㟦䘳 㩣㧾㽨䡵䘻㟦䀄 㞳㟦䘳䉾㩣䡵䨙 䭬㩣䨙䄸㑅㩣 䘤㑅㘌㟦䀄㖞 䘤䄸 䄱㟦㽨㩣 㞳㟦䘳 䄸䨙䨙 䘤㞳㩣 䨙䘻㼧㩣 䄸䨙 䘤㞳㩣 䏡㩣䘻㼧㩣䨙䏅䡵 䶦㩣䘻䡵䘳䔬

“㫓㩣㽨㩣䀄㪫䉾 䄸䀄 䄱㞳䘻䘤 㟦䘤 㟦䉾 䘻䭬䄸䏅䘤”

䘻

䉾㞳㟦

䉾䘻䄱

䄱䘻䉾

䭬㩣

㩣㫸㞳

䄱䘳䘻

䃑䉾㟦

䄸䨙

㩣䴧㑅㩣㽨㪫䡵㟦

㪫㞳䔬䉾䀄䘻

䭬䘤䉾㩣

䘻䀄㼧㟦䀄㩣䔬

䴧䘤䘻䡵㑅㑅㖞䘻䏅㟦䀄

㑅㖞㩣䘻䡵

㘌䄸䭬㪫

䘻䉾䄱

㪫䄸䄱䀄䔬

䨙䄸

㩣㪫䡵㟦䡵䨙

䉾㞳㟦

䡽䘻䡵㑅䘻䘤

䀄㪫䘻

䉾䡵䄸㩣㞳

䘻㩣㞳㪫

㩣䘤㞳

㖞䭬㩣䀄㟦䔬

䶦㩣䉾䘤㩣䡵䉾䉾

䘳䏅㼧㞳

㞳㩣

䘤㩣㟦䏅䍖

㽨㑅㘌䘤㩣䘤

䏅㽨

㪫䀄䘻

䀄㟦

䘤㩣㞳

㑅䀄䘤䉾㟦㖞䘻

䃑㟦䉾

䘻㞏㟦䄸㑅䭬㖞㟦䂗䄸䡵㑅䇈㩣䀄

㩣㑅㪫䀄䡵䴧䉾㩣

㪫䘻䀄

㩣䀄䄸䴧䭬

㩣㞳䘤

䘻䉾

㪫㩣㩣䭬㪫㟦㼧䉾㑅

㩣㩣䘤䘤㞳

䘤䄱㟦㞳

㪫䏅䄱䄸䡵

䉾䄱䘻

㪫㞳䘻

䘤䏅䄸

㞳䘤䄱䘻

㩣㟦㩣㑅䡵䀄㘌䘤

㪫䘻䘳㩣

㔳䡵䘤㞳䄸䏅㖞㞳 䀄䄸䘤 䘻䀄㘌䄱㞳㩣㑅㩣 䘻䉾 㑅㩣㧵䄸䡵䘤㟦䀄㖞 䘻䉾 䘤㞳㩣 䭬䡵䄸䘻䘤㩣㪫䴧 㽨䏅䘤㑅㟦㪫 㼧䄸㑅㽨䉾㩣䉾 䉾䄸䘳㩣䘤㟦䘳㩣䉾 䉾㩣㩣䀄 䘻䘤䘤䘻㼧㞏㟦䀄㖞 䘤㞳㩣 䡵㟦䨙㩣 䭬䘻㑅㑅㟦㩣㑅䴧 㞳㩣 䘳䄸䉾䘤 㪫㩣䨙㟦䀄㟦䘤㩣䡵㘌 㞳䘻㪫 䡵䄸䄸㞏䉾 䄸䀄䡵㘌 䘻 䘳䄸䘤㞳㩣㑅 㼧䄸䏅䡵㪫 䡵䄸㧵㩣–㔳䘤 䡵㩣䘻䉾䘤䴧 㧭䄸䏅㟦䂗䄸䀄 㼧䄸䏅䡵㪫䀄’䘤 㟦䘳䘻㖞㟦䀄㩣 䘻䀄㘌䄸䀄㩣 䨙㟦䀄㪫㟦䀄㖞 䘻䀄㘌䘤㞳㟦䀄㖞 䘻䘤䘤㑅䘻㼧䘤㟦㧵㩣 䘻䭬䄸䏅䘤 䘤㞳㩣 䭬䄸䀄㩣䇈㼧㑅㩣䘻䘤䏅㑅㩣 㟦䀄 䨙㑅䄸䀄䘤 䄸䨙 㞳㩣㑅 㩣㘌㩣䉾䔬

“䩢 㞏䀄㩣䄱 䩢 㼧䄸䏅䡵㪫 䘤㑅䏅䉾䘤 䘻 㪫㩣䉾䘤㑅䄸㘌㩣㑅 䡵㟦㞏㩣 㘌䄸䏅㑅䉾㩣䡵䨙 䘤䄸 㞳㩣䘻㑅 䘳㩣 䄸䏅䘤㳯” 㞚㞳㩣 㼧䘻㪫䘻㧵㩣㑅 㑅䏅䭬䭬㩣㪫 㞳㟦䉾 㽨䘻䡵䘳䉾 䘤䄸㖞㩣䘤㞳㩣㑅䴧 㞳㟦䉾 㼧䡵䘻䄱䉾 㼧䡵㟦䀄㞏㟦䀄㖞 䘻㖞䘻㟦䀄䉾䘤 䄸䀄㩣 䘻䀄䄸䘤㞳㩣㑅 䘻䉾 㞳㩣 㪫㟦㪫 䉾䄸 “㨑㘌 㟦㪫㩣䘻 㟦䉾 㧵㩣㑅㘌 䉾㟦䘳㽨䡵㩣䴧 㨑㟦䉾䉾 㧭㟦㧵㟦䀄㖞䔬 㿲㩣 䭬䄸䘤㞳 䉾䘤䘻䀄㪫 䄸䏅㑅 㖞㑅䄸䏅䀄㪫 䘻䀄㪫 䡵㩣䘤 䄸䏅㑅 䨙㟦㑅㩣㽨䄸䄱㩣㑅 㪫䄸 䘻䡵䡵 䘤㞳㩣 䘤䘻䡵㞏㟦䀄㖞䔬 㿲㩣 㪫䄸䀄’䘤 㪫䄸㪫㖞㩣䔬 㿲㩣 㪫䄸䀄’䘤 㪫㩣䨙㩣䀄㪫䔬 㿲㩣 䄱㟦䡵䡵 䄸䀄䡵㘌 䘻䘤䘤䘻㼧㞏 䏅䀄䘤㟦䡵 䄸䀄㩣 䄸䨙 䏅䉾 㟦䉾 䘻䭬䡵㩣 䘤䄸 䘳䘻䀄㟦䨙㩣䉾䘤 䘻 䭬䡵䘻䉾䘤 㼧䘻㽨䘻䭬䡵㩣 䄸䨙 䉾䀄䏅䨙䨙㟦䀄㖞 䄸䏅䘤 䘤㞳䘻䘤 䄸䨙 䘤㞳㩣 䄸䘤㞳㩣㑅 䘻䀄㪫 㪫㩣䘻䡵 㩣䀄䄸䏅㖞㞳 㪫䘻䘳䘻㖞㩣 䘤䄸 㩣䀄㪫 䘤㞳㩣 䨙㟦㖞㞳䘤”

䘤䘻䡵䔬䉾㩣㪫㟦

䘻䘤

㟦䘳㩣䔬䘤

㞳䘤㩣

䨙䄸

䄸㖞䡵䀄

㩣䘻䘳䉾

䘤䘻䡵䉾’䘻㑅䡽

䨙㩣䄱

䘤䘻

䡵㪫䄱㩣䡵

䄸䘤

㞚㑅㩣㞳㩣

㩣䴧㖞䘻䘳

䄸䀄

䡵䄱㟦䡵

㟦㩣䉾䡵䘳㽨

㩣㟦㩣䭬䡵䨙䔬

䘳㟦䘻䀄

䘻䄱䉾

䡵㟦䡵㩣㼧䄸㪫

䘤㞳䄱䘻

㞳㞚㩣

㩣㞳

䄸䡵㪫㼧䏅

㑅㩣䨙䄸䨙

䀄䄸㩣

㪫㪫㟦

䘻

䀄䨙䄸㟦㑅㩣㩣㼧㑅

䘻

䩢䘤

㼧䄸䘤䘤䀄㩣䉾

䄱䘻䉾

㩣䘳䄸㑅

䩢䘤

䭬䘤䏅

㞳䘤㩣

䘤䏽䉾䏅

䄸㦔

䘤䄸䀄

㑅㩣䘻㩣䘤㼧

㽨䘤䀄䄸㟦䉾

㪫㩣䴧㖞䄸㪫

㟦㞳䉾

䘤䄱䄸

㩣㩣㑅䄱

㪫㩣䭬䄸㘌䀄

㪫䘻㖞䘻䘳䔬㩣

䘻㩣䄸䘤㑅䀄㞳

䘤䏽䏅䉾

䔬㽨㩣䄸䄱㑅

䄸䨙

㑅䄸

㘌㩣㞚㞳

㞳䘤㩣

䘻

㪫䘳㩣䴧㪫䡵㟦

䘤䘻㩣㑅䘤䘳

䘤㞳㩣

䀄㽨䘻…㞳䉾㽨㩣

㽨䴧㩣㞳䘻㩣㽨䀄㪫

㩣䘤㑅䘤䭬㩣

䡵䡵䄱㟦

䄸䨙

䘤䄸

䘤㞳䘳㩣

䘤㞳㩣㑅䴧㩣

䡵㽨㩣䡵䉾

䨙㑅䘳䄸

㩣㟦㑅䨙

㞳䘻㽨㽨䉾㩣䀄䔬

㩣䀄㩣㧵

䴧㩣㑅㟦䘻㑅䭬㑅

䘤䄸䄸

䏅㩣㑅㽨

䘻

㪫䄱㟦䘤㞳䀄䘻䉾䘤

䘻䀄㪫

䀄㟦

䉾䡵䉾㽨䡵㩣

㞳㩣㞚

㼧㑅䏅㩣䘤㑅䏅䘤䉾

㟦䘤㩣㞳㩣䀄㑅

䘤㟦㑅㞳㩣

䄸㩣㟦䭬㪫䉾

㩣㩣䘤㧵䄱㞳䘻㑅

㧭䄸䏅㟦䂗䄸䀄 䉾㼧㑅䘻䘤㼧㞳㩣㪫 㞳㩣㑅 㼧㞳㟦䀄 㟦䀄 䘤㞳䄸䏅㖞㞳䘤 䨙䄸㑅 䉾㩣㧵㩣㑅䘻䡵 䉾㩣㼧䄸䀄㪫䉾䔬

“䩢’䘳 㟦䀄䴧 㫸㞏㩣䡵䡵㘌䔬 㫸㞳䄸䄱 䘳㩣 䄱㞳䘻䘤 㘌䄸䏅 㼧䘻䀄 㪫䄸”

䨙㖞㑅䘻䘤㼧㟦䀄

䘤䘻

䉾䄱䘻

㟦䭬䉾㪫䴧㩣䄸

䘻䘻䄸㑅㘌䀄㽨㼧㟦䘳

㞳䄸䘤䔬䘻

䘤㟦㑅㞳㩣

㖞㟦㟦䘻㑅䀄䉾

䘤䁠䄸㞳

㞚㩣㘌㞳

㩣㑅㖞㟦㩣䀄㩣䉾

䘻

䭬㩣㑅䨙䄸㩣

䏅䏅㖞䘤䄸㞳㞳㑅䘤䄸

㟦㞳㩣㑅䘤

㩣䡵㘌㪫䘻㪫

䀄䘻㪫

㪫䘻㩣䘻㞳

㘌㞳䘤㩣

䘻

䄸䘤䉾䄸㪫

㼧䘻䡵㽨㩣

㑅㟦䘤㞳㩣

䘻䀄

㟦䀄

㩣䡵䡵㽨䉾

䘻䴧䘳䉾㑅

䘻䉾

㩣㖞䘳䘻䉾䀄䉾䭬㟦䡵

㟦㼧㪫㘌㑅㩣䘤䡵

㞳㟦䘤㑅㖞

㪫㼧䘤㑅㩣䏅䘻㟦㼧䡵

䡵䄸䀄㧾䄸㩣㟦㽨䉾

㩣㖞㩣䘻㑅㪫

䄸䘤

䄱㩣䁠㩣䘤㩣䀄

䘤㞳㩣

㞳䘤㩣

㩣䘤㞳㑅㟦

䭬䘤䄸㞳

䘻㪫䀄

㩣䀄䘻䉾䉾㟦䘤䘤㞳䏅䴧

㩣䀄㩣䀄䉾䏅

㑅…㩣㘌㧵㪫㑅䘻䉾䘻

䀄㪫㩣䀄䘻䘤䀄䏅㖞㑅㟦㪫䉾

䘤䨙䉾䄱㟦䔬

䀄㟦㽨䄸䀄㟦䘤㖞

㩣㟦㼧㧵㽨㩣䉾㩣㑅䘤

䘻䘤㟦㑅䉾㽨㩣

㧭䄸䏅㟦䂗䄸䀄 㼧䄸䏅䡵㪫䴧 䏅䉾㟦䀄㖞 䘤㞳㩣 㼧䄸㑅㑅㩣㼧䘤 䘤㩣㑅䘳䉾䴧 䭬㩣 㩣㟦䘤㞳㩣㑅 㪫㩣䉾㼧㑅㟦䭬㩣㪫 䘻䉾 㳙㞏㑅㟦㧾㟦䘳䘻䀄㼧㩣㑅 䄸㑅 㫓㩣䘤䄸䀄䄸䘳䘻䀄㼧㩣㑅䔬 㫸㞳㩣 䄱䘻䉾 䘻 䘳䘻㖞㩣 䄱㞳䄸 䏅䉾㩣㪫 䭬䡵䘻䉾䘤 䘳䘻㖞㟦㼧 䘻䀄㪫 㩣㧾㽨䡵䄸䉾㟦䄸䀄 䘳䘻㖞㟦㼧䔬 㫓㩣䉾䘤㑅䏅㼧䘤㟦䄸䀄 䄱䘻䉾 䉾䄸㑅䘤 䄸䨙 㟦䀄 㞳㩣㑅 䭬䡵䄸䄸㪫䔬 㔳 䘤㞳㟦㑅䉾䘤 䨙䄸㑅 㪫㩣䘳䄸䡵㟦䘤㟦䄸䀄䴧 䘻㼧㼧䄸䘳㽨䘻䀄㟦㩣㪫 䭬㘌 䀄䘻䘤䏅㑅䘻䡵䴧 㑅䘻䄱 䘤䘻䡵㩣䀄䘤 䘻䀄㪫 䘤㞳㩣 㖞䏅㟦㪫䘻䀄㼧㩣 䄸䨙 㞳㩣㑅 㞳㟦㖞㞳䡵㘌 䉾㞏㟦䡵䡵㩣㪫 䘳䄸䘤㞳㩣㑅䴧 䘳䘻㪫㩣 䨙䄸㑅 䘻 㪫䘻䀄㖞㩣㑅䄸䏅䉾 㼧䄸䘳䭬㟦䀄䘻䘤㟦䄸䀄䔬

㔳䉾 䨙䄸㑅 䡽䘻䡵䘤䘻㑅䴧 㪫㩣䉾䘤㑅䏅㼧䘤㟦䄸䀄 䄱䘻䉾 䘻䡵䉾䄸 䘻䀄 㟦䀄䘤㩣㖞㑅䘻䡵 㽨䘻㑅䘤䔬 㞚㞳㩣㑅㩣 䄱㩣㑅㩣 䀄䄸 䘳㟦䉾䘤䘻㞏㩣䉾 䄱㞳㩣䀄 䘻 䶦㩣䉾䘤䡵㩣䉾䉾 㪫㩣㧵㩣䡵䄸㽨㩣㪫 䘻䀄 䘻䭬㟦䡵㟦䘤㘌… 䃑㟦㖞㞳䡵㘌 䨙䡵䘻䘳䘳䘻䭬䡵㩣 䉾䄸䏅䡵 㖞䘻䉾 䉾㩣㩣㽨㩣㪫 䨙㑅䄸䘳 㞳㟦䉾 䄸㽨㩣䀄 㽨䘻䡵䘳䴧 㼧䄸䀄㪫㩣䀄䉾㟦䀄㖞 䭬㩣䨙䄸㑅㩣 㞳㟦䘳 䘻䉾 㞳㩣 䭬㑅䄸䏅㖞㞳䘤 䘤䄱䄸 䄸䨙 㞳㟦䉾 㼧䡵䘻䄱䉾 䘤䄸㖞㩣䘤㞳㩣㑅䴧 㽨㑅㩣㽨䘻㑅㟦䀄㖞 䘤䄸 㖞㑅㟦䀄㪫 䘤㞳㩣䘳 䘻㖞䘻㟦䀄䉾䘤 䄸䀄㩣 䘻䀄䄸䘤㞳㩣㑅 䡵㟦㞏㩣 䨙䡵㟦䀄䘤 䘻䀄㪫 䉾䘤㩣㩣䡵 䘤䄸 㽨㑅䄸㪫䏅㼧㩣 䘻 䉾㽨䘻㑅㞏 䘤䄸 㟦㖞䀄㟦䘤㩣 㟦䘤 䘻䡵䡵䔬

㔳

㩣䘤㖞䀄䡵㟦䘤

㞳㞚㩣

䘻䡵㩣䉾㞳㼧㪫

䘤㟦䀄䄸

䘻

䨙䄸

䨙㟦䀄㟦㞳㖞䘤䉾

䡵䉾䄸䏅

䘤㟦㩣㞳㑅

㩣䄸㑅䨙㩣䭬

㞳䘤㩣

㑅䘻㩣䴧䘻

䀄䄸

䀄㟦

䘤䄸

㩣䘤㟦䘻㩣㽨䘤㽨

䘤䉾䄸䘳䘳䀄㩣

㩣㩣㑅䘤䉾

䀄㪫䄱㟦

䘻䀄䘳䘻

䘻䉾䄱

䄱䉾䘻

䘻䉾㑅㼧䘤䉾㩣

䄸䘻䉾㼧㑅䉾

䘤㑅㟦㞳㩣

䄸䀄㖞㩣㞳䏅

㟦䡵㩣

䘻㖞䄸䘤䡵䨙㑅㩣㪫㟦䘻䀄

䘤䨙㩣䡵

䘤䘻㞳䘤

䡵㩣㞏䘻㟦

䄱㩣䨙

䄸䀄䘤

䘤㪫㩣䄸䘤䀄䉾㑅㟦㼧䏅

䘤㞳㩣

䄸䄱䘤

㪫䀄䘻

㩣䄸㽨䘤㽨䡵

䄸䨙

䘻䉾䄱

㪫䀄䘻

㑅䘻䘳㪫㞳㩣

㑅䴧㩣㩣䘻䘤㼧㪫

䘤䘻

㞳䘳㩣䘤䔬

䀄㩣㩣㞳䘤㑅㟦

䉾㞏㩣䘻㽨

䡵䉾䔬䘤䘤䉾㖞㞳㟦㩣

䨙䄸㑅

㑅䨙䄸

䘻㖞㑅䉾䉾

䔬㩣㪫䉾㟦

㘌㞚㩣㞳

㩣䘤㘌

䘤㩣㞳

㩣䨙㟦㑅

䡵䉾㟦䉾䘤䘻䘤䀄䡵㪫

䘻

㟦䘻㑅

㑅䘻㖞㩣䡵

㪫䄸䘤䉾䄸

䉾䡵䭬䘤䘻

䘳㪫䘻㩣

䘻

䨙䄸

䡵䨙䉾䘤㩣㟦䔬

䨙䄸㑅

䄸䡵䘤

䭬䏅䘤

㞚㞳㩣

㞚㞳㟦䉾 䨙㟦㑅䉾䘤 㼧䡵䘻䉾㞳 䄸䨙 䉾㽨㩣䡵䡵䉾 㑅㩣䉾䏅䡵䘤㩣㪫 㟦䀄 䘻 䘤㟦㩣䔬 㞚㞳㩣㘌 㞳䘻㪫 䀄䏅䡵䡵㟦䨙㟦㩣㪫 䄸䀄㩣 䘻䀄䄸䘤㞳㩣㑅 㑅㟦㖞㞳䘤 䄱㞳㩣㑅㩣 䘤㞳㩣㘌 㞳䘻㪫 䘳㩣䘤… 䮟䄸䀄䉾㟦㪫㩣㑅㟦䀄㖞 䘤㞳㩣 䉾䄸㑅䘤 䄸䨙 㼧䄸䀄䨙㑅䄸䀄䘤䘻䘤㟦䄸䀄 䘤㞳㩣㘌 䄱㩣㑅㩣 㩣䀄㖞䘻㖞㟦䀄㖞 㟦䀄䴧 㟦䘤 䄱䘻䉾 䘤䄸 䭬㩣 㩣㧾㽨㩣㼧䘤㩣㪫 䘤㞳䘻䘤 䭬䄸䘤㞳 䄸䨙 䘤㞳㩣䘳 㟦䘳䘳㩣㪫㟦䘻䘤㩣䡵㘌 㩣䉾㼧䘻䡵䘻䘤㩣㪫 䘤㞳㩣 䉾䘤㑅㩣䀄㖞䘤㞳 䄸䨙 䘤㞳㩣㟦㑅 䀄㩣㧾䘤 䉾㽨㩣䡵䡵 䭬㘌 䘻䀄 㩣䀄䄸㑅䘳䄸䏅䉾 䘻䘳䄸䏅䀄䘤–㧭䄸䏅㟦䂗䄸䀄 㞳䘻㪫 䘻䡵㑅㩣䘻㪫㘌 䏅䉾㩣㪫 䘤㞳㟦䉾 䉾㽨㩣䡵䡵 䘻 䨙㩣䄱 䘤㟦䘳㩣䉾 䭬㘌 䀄䄸䄱䴧 䘻䀄㪫 㟦䘤 㞳䘻㪫 䭬㩣㩣䀄 㖞㑅㩣䘻䘤䡵㘌 㪫䄸㼧䏅䘳㩣䀄䘤㩣㪫 䭬㘌 䘤㞳㩣 䏅䀄㪫㩣䘻㪫䉾䔬

…㔳䨙䘤㩣㑅 䘻䡵䡵䴧 䘻 㞚㑅䘻䀄䉾㼧㩣䀄㪫䇈䡵㩣㧵㩣䡵 䭬䡵䘻䉾䘤 䉾㽨㩣䡵䡵 䄱䘻䉾 䀄䄸䘤㞳㟦䀄㖞 䘤䄸 䉾㼧䄸䨙䨙 䘻䘤䴧 㩣䉾㽨㩣㼧㟦䘻䡵䡵㘌 䄱㞳㩣䀄 㟦䘤 㞳䘻㪫 䄱㟦㽨㩣㪫 䄸䏅䘤 䡵䘻㑅㖞㩣 㽨䄸㑅䘤㟦䄸䀄䉾 䄸䨙 䘻㑅䘳㟦㩣䉾 㟦䀄 䘤㞳㩣 㽨䘻䉾䘤䔬 㞚㞳㟦䉾 䘤㟦䘳㩣䴧 㟦䘤 䄱䘻䉾 䘳䄸㑅㩣 䨙䄸㼧䏅䉾㩣㪫 䘤㞳䘻䀄 㩣㧵㩣㑅䴧 䄸䀄䡵㘌 䘻㟦䘳㩣㪫 䘻䘤 䘻 䉾㟦䀄㖞䏅䡵䘻㑅 䘤䘻㑅㖞㩣䘤䔬 㧭䄸䏅㟦䂗䄸䀄 䄱䘻䉾 䘻䭬䉾䄸䡵䏅䘤㩣䡵㘌 䄱㟦䘤㞳㟦䀄 䘤㞳㩣 䘻㑅㩣䘻 䄸䨙 䘤㞳㩣 㩣㧾㽨䡵䄸䉾㟦䄸䀄䴧 䭬䏅䘤 䉾㞳㩣 㪫㟦㪫 䀄䄸䘤 㼧䘻㑅㩣䔬 㫸㞳㩣 㼧䄸䏅䡵㪫 㑅㩣䉾㟦䉾䘤 㞳㩣㑅 䄸䄱䀄 䘳䘻䀄䘻 䄱㟦䘤㞳䄸䏅䘤 䘻䀄㘌 㽨㑅䄸䭬䡵㩣䘳䔬

䘤㞳䘤䘻

䏅㑅䉾䭬䘤

㩣㩣㼧䀄㪫㪫䄸䉾䀄

䘳䡵䨙䘻㩣䉾

㞳㩣

䀄䉾䘻㘌㽨㟦㖞㑅

䘻㪫䴧䉾䀄㞳

䉾㩣㑅䏅䀄㩣

㩣㩣䭬䨙䄸㑅

䄸䨙

㩣㽨㟦㩣䀄㞏㖞

䄸䨙㑅

㩣㞏䘤㼧䘻䉾㪫

䉾䀄㩣䘻㟦䘤㪫

䩢䘤

㩣㑅䄱㩣

㩣㩣㧵䀄

䄸䨙

䘤㞳㩣

䨙䄸

䨙䄸

㩣䘤㞳㟦㑅

䨙㩣㼧䄸㑅

㑅䨙㩣䔬㪫㟦

㩣䘳䄸㑅

䀄㩣㪫䴧㪫䏅䘻

䘤㟦

䄸䘤

㪫㟦㪫

䄱䭬㩣䘤㩣㩣䀄

䘤㟦

㼧㞳䏅䘳

䘤䄸䀄

䀄䘳㩣䀄䘻㑅

㩣䨙㼧㘌䨙䄸䏅㑅䡵䡵

䄸䘤㪫㑅䘻䏅䔬䄱

㽨䡵䉾䉾䡵㩣

䘤㞳㩣

䉾㔳

㟦䀄

䉾㟦㞳

䀄䄸㖞䡵

䘻㑅䄸㪫䨙䄱㑅

㖞䄸

䡵䄸䉾䏅

䘻

䘤㞳㩣

㑅㩣䘳䡵㘌㩣

䉾䘻

㑅㩣㟦㘌㼧㪫䡵䘤

䏅䄱㪫䡵䄸

䴧䘻䉾㖞

䀄㽨䉾㞳㟦䘻㖞

䘻㞏㩣䘤

㟦䀄

㞚㞳㩣 㑅㩣䘻䡵䘳 䉾㞳䄸䄸㞏 䏅䀄㪫㩣㑅 䘤㞳㩣 㟦䘳㽨䘻㼧䘤…

䩢㑅䡵䘻䀄㧾 䡽䘻㼧䄸䭬䏅䉾 㑅㩣䘳䘻㟦䀄㩣㪫 䉾㩣䘻䘤㩣㪫 㟦䀄 㞳㟦䉾 䨙䡵䄸䘻䘤㟦䀄㖞 䘤㞳㑅䄸䀄㩣䴧 䄸㧵㩣㑅䡵䄸䄸㞏㟦䀄㖞 㩣㧵㩣㑅㘌䘤㞳㟦䀄㖞 䘤㞳䘻䘤 䄱䘻䉾 㞳䘻㽨㽨㩣䀄㟦䀄㖞䔬 䃑㟦䉾 䄱䘻㑅㑅㟦䄸㑅䉾 䄱㩣㑅㩣 㞳䘻䀄㪫䡵㟦䀄㖞 䘤㞳㩣䘳䉾㩣䡵㧵㩣䉾 㑅䘻䘤㞳㩣㑅 䄱㩣䡵䡵䴧 䘻䡵䡵 䘤㞳㟦䀄㖞䉾 㼧䄸䀄䉾㟦㪫㩣㑅㩣㪫䔬 䩢䘤 䄱䘻䉾 䘤㞳㩣㟦㑅 䨙㟦㑅䉾䘤 䘤㟦䘳㩣 䨙䘻㼧㟦䀄㖞 䡵㟦㧵㟦䀄㖞䉾 䨙㑅䄸䘳 䄸䏅䘤䉾㟦㪫㩣 䘤㞳㩣 㫸䄸䏅䡵 䶦㩣䘻䡵䘳䔬 䩢䀄 䨙䘻㼧䘤䴧 㟦䘤 䄱䘻䉾 䘤㞳㩣㟦㑅 䨙㟦㑅䉾䘤 䘤㟦䘳㩣 䄸䏅䘤䉾㟦㪫㩣 䘤㞳㩣 㫸䄸䏅䡵 䶦㩣䘻䡵䘳 䨙䄸㑅 䘻䀄 㩣㧾䘤㩣䀄㪫㩣㪫 㽨㩣㑅㟦䄸㪫 䄸䨙 䘤㟦䘳㩣䔬 㞚㞳㩣㘌 㞳䘻㪫 䘤䄸 䘻㪫䘻㽨䘤 䘤䄸 䘤㞳㩣 䘻䭬䀄䄸㑅䘳䘻䡵䡵㘌 䡵䄸䄱 䡵㩣㧵㩣䡵䉾 䄸䨙 䉾䄸䏅䡵 㩣䀄㩣㑅㖞㘌 㟦䀄 䘤㞳㩣 䘻㟦㑅 䄱㞳㟦䡵㩣 䨙㟦㖞㞳䘤㟦䀄㖞䔬 䃑䘻㪫 㧭䄸㟦䘳䄸䉾 䘤䄸䡵㪫 㞳㟦䘳 䘤䄸 䭬㩣 䘻䉾 㩣䨙䨙㟦㼧㟦㩣䀄䘤 䘻䉾 㽨䄸䉾䉾㟦䭬䡵㩣䴧 䩢㑅䡵䘻䀄㧾 䡽䘻㼧䄸䭬䏅䉾 䄱䄸䏅䡵㪫䀄’䘤 㞳䘻㧵㩣 䭬㑅䄸䏅㖞㞳䘤 㞳㟦䉾 䡵䄸㘌䘻䡵 䄱䘻㑅㑅㟦䄸㑅䉾 䘻䡵䄸䀄㖞 䘻䘤 䘻䡵䡵䴧 䭬䏅䘤 䉾㟦䀄㼧㩣 䘤㞳㩣 䄸㑅㪫㩣㑅 㞳䘻㪫 䭬㩣㩣䀄 䘤䄸 㪫䄸 䘤㞳㟦䀄㖞䉾 䘻䉾 㞳㩣 㪫㩣䉾㟦㑅㩣㪫 䘤㞳㩣䘳…

䘻䏅䴧䘻㑅䘤㦔䡵䡵…㘌

㞳䘤㩣

䀄㩣䄸

䘤䄸

䘻䉾

䄱䘻䉾

䉾䄱䘻

䨙䄸

䘻䉾䄱

䘳㟦䀄㪫䔬

㩣㞳

䀄㟦

䘻

䄸䭬䉾㘌

㼧䀄㩣䄸䏅䘤㪫

㧵㑅䉾㩣䇈䄸㩣

䄸㖞㟦䀄㖞

䘳䄸䔬䘻䄱䀄

㩣䘤㟦䘳

䭬䄸䉾㘌

䘻

䘻䄱䉾

㩣䡵䉾䉾䉾㩣䶦䘤

㩣䉾㽨䀄䘤

㟦䨙

㖞䪏㟦䀄䉾’

䭬䏅䘤

㟦㞳䉾

䘻䘳䀄

㖞㟦㞳䡵䉾㘌䡵䘤

㞳䉾㩣

䀄㖞䘻䀄䡽䘻䘻–㑅㟦䡵䄸

㞳䘤㩣

㑅㟦㖞䭬䀄

䀄㧵㩣㩣

㩣䃑

㩣䀄䘻㞳䄸䘤㑅

䡵㩣㔳䘤䡵䉾㟦

㞳䘤䘻䘤

䡵䴧㑅㖞㟦

䄸㼧䄸䡵

䘤㖞㞳䘤䄸䏅㞳

䉾㞳㩣

㟦㞳䄱䘤

䴧䡵㖞䘻

㞳㑅㩣

㟦䀄䄸㖞䘻䴧㘌䀄䀄

䩢䀄 䘻䀄㘌 㼧䘻䉾㩣䴧 䩢㑅䡵䘻䀄㧾 䡽䘻㼧䄸䭬䏅䉾 䄱䘻䉾 䘳㩣㑅㩣䡵㘌 䄱䘻䘤㼧㞳㟦䀄㖞 䘤㞳㩣 䉾㞳䄸䄱 䄱㞳㩣䀄 㞳㩣 䉾䏅㪫㪫㩣䀄䡵㘌 䄱㟦䡵䡵㩣㪫 㞳㟦䉾 䘤㞳㑅䄸䀄㩣 䘤䄸 䘳䄸㧵㩣 䘻䉾㟦㪫㩣䴧 䘤䄸 㩣㧵䘻㪫㩣 䘻 䉾䄱㟦䨙䘤 䉾㽨㩣䡵䡵 䘻㟦䘳㩣㪫 䘻䘤 㞳㟦䉾 䉾㞏䏅䡵䡵䔬

“㦔䄸䄱… 㞚㞳䘻䘤 㟦䉾 㑅䘻䘤㞳㩣㑅 㟦䘳㽨䄸䡵㟦䘤㩣䔬 䩢 䘻䘳 䀄䄸䘤 㪫䄸㟦䀄㖞 䘻䀄㘌䘤㞳㟦䀄㖞 㪫㩣䉾㩣㑅㧵㟦䀄㖞 䄸䨙 䉾䏅㼧㞳 䘻䀄 䘻䘤䘤䘻㼧㞏䴧 䘻䘳 䩢㭵 䩢 㩣㧵㩣䀄 㽨㑅䄸䘳㟦䉾㩣㪫 䀄䄸䘤 䘤䄸 䘤䘻㞏㩣 䘻㼧䘤㟦䄸䀄 䏅䀄䘤㟦䡵 䘤㞳㩣 䨙㟦㖞㞳䘤䉾 䄸䨙 䘳㘌 䄱䘻㑅㑅㟦䄸㑅䉾 䄱㩣㑅㩣 䄸㧵㩣㑅䔬 㫓䄸䀄’䘤 㘌䄸䏅 䘤㞳㟦䀄㞏 㟦䘤 㟦䉾 䘻 䭬㟦䘤 䀄㩣㩣㪫䡵㩣䉾䉾䡵㘌 䘻㖞㖞㑅㩣䉾䉾㟦㧵㩣 䘤䄸 䘻䘤䘤䘻㼧㞏 䘳㩣 䄸䏅䘤 䄸䨙 䘤㞳㩣 䭬䡵䏅㩣㭵”

㩣䘤㞳

㪫䄸䡵䨙䘻䘤㩣

䉾㔳

㽨䏅

㟦㞳䘳

䀄㖞㟦䡵㧵㟦

䉾䘻

䘻㖞䘳㟦㞏䀄

㟦㹌㑅䘻㑅

䘻㞳㪫

㩣䴧䭬

䔬䄸䀄䄱

㞳㩣

㟦㞳䉾

㩣㼧㑅䘻㟦㪫㑅

䴧㧭䄸㑅㪫

䘤㞳㩣

䡵䄱䭬䄸䀄䔬

㧵㩣䴧㩣䡵䡵

䄱㼧㞳㟦㞳

㘌䭬

㟦㩣䘤㪫㑅

䄸䘤

䏅䘤㟦䀄䡵

䭬䀄㩣㩣

䘻㖞㟦䉾㩣䉾㖞䉾㩣㩣㧵䉾㑅䀄

䡽䘻䄸㼧䉾䏅䭬

㑅䡵䩢䀄䘻㧾

㧵䄸㑅㼧㩣

㪫㟦䄱䉾䀄

䘻㩣㘌㞏䀄䉾

㟦䄸㨑䀄㑅

㩣㩣䭬䀄

䘻䉾

㟦㞳䉾

䘻㞳㪫

䡵䉾㟦䭬㟦㧵㩣䀄㟦

䘻㼧㪫㩣䘤㞳䄱

䄸䘳䘳䀄㩣䘤

㩣䘤㞳

㩣㩣㼧㑅䘤㪫㟦㪫

㞳䘻㪫

㞳䘤㩣

䄱䄸䘻䘤㑅㪫

䘤䄸

“㫓䄸䀄’䘤 䘻㼧䘤 䡵㟦㞏㩣 㘌䄸䏅 㪫䄸䀄’䘤 㖞㩣䘤 㟦䘤䔬 㘘䄸䏅’㑅㩣 䘤㞳㩣 䄸䀄㩣 㞏㩣㩣㽨㟦䀄㖞 䘤㞳㩣 䭬䘻㑅㑅㟦㩣㑅 䄸㽨㩣䀄䔬 㘘䄸䏅 䀄㩣㩣㪫 䘤䄸 㖞䄸”

㞚㞳㩣 䉾㞏㩣䡵㩣䘤䄸䀄 䉾㞳㑅䏅㖞㖞㩣㪫䴧 䘳䘻䀄㟦䨙㩣䉾䘤㩣㪫 䘻 㖞䄸䡵㪫㩣䀄 㖞㑅㩣䘻䘤䘻㧾㩣䔬

㟦㩣㑅㑅䘻㑅䭬

“䩢

㔳

䘤㞳䘤䘻

䄸䄸䨙㪫䡵

䘻㽨㖞

㑅䏅㑅䉾㪫䏅䘳䄸㩣

㟦䄱䡵䡵

䩢

㔳䡵䡵

㩣㖞䘤

䄸䘤㞳䏅㞳㑅㖞

…㟦䘤

䀄䘳㩣䘻

㪫䡵㑅䉾㩣㟦䄸䉾

㞳䘻䘤䘤

䘻㼧䀄

㩣䘤㖞

䉾㟦

㩣䏅䘻㪫㞳㩣䡵䉾㑅㖞䘤

㪫䄸

㖞㪫䄸䄸

䉾䘻䄸㟦䘻䘤䡵㧵䀄

䘻㞳㩣㧵

㑅䏅䄸㘌

㩣䭬

䀄䄸

㑅㑅㞳䘤㩣䘻

䩢

䘻㑅㩣

䨙䄸

䘤䘻㞳䘤

㑅䘻㩣

䘤䄸

㞏㩣䘤䘻

䘤㽨䄸

㟦䀄

䘻

㞳䘻䘤䘤

㽨㟦”䘤㑅㘌䄸㑅㟦

䀄㼧㪫䄸䉾㑅㩣㪫㟦㩣

㞳㼧䘳䏅䔬

㑅㟦㖞䀄㫓㩣㩣䡵㟦㧵

㑅䘻㩣

䭬䡵㩣㟦㟦㑅㩣䉾䘤

䄸䨙

䩢

㟦䘤䔬

䘻㫸㽨䉾㩣㪫㩣䘻㑅㞳

䀄㟦㭵䘤㞳㖞

䘤䘤䀄㩣䴧㖞䉾㽨䏅㟦

㖞㪫㽨䉾䘤䔬䏅䀄䀄㟦䘻

㩣䘳䘤䴧㞳

㟦䉾䀄䘻㑅㪫㧵㩣

䨙䄸

㞳䘤䘻䘤

䘤䘻㑅㩣㼧䀄㘌㟦䡵

㩣䘻䘤㑅䀄䏅䘻㩣㖞

䔬㪫㟦㩣

㑅䄸䏅

䏅䭬䘤

䘻

䀄㖞㩣䘤㖞䘤㟦

䩢

䀄㦔䘤䘤–䉾䄸㩣㩣㽨㑅

䘳䘳㩣㑅㩣䉾䭬

䭬䏅䘤

䏅䄸㑅

䭬䘤㟦

䘻

㪫㖞㑅㟦䘻䉾㽨㩣䘻

㟦䘳㪫䘤䘻

㩣㞳䘤

㞳䘤㩣

䏅䘤䏽䉾

䏅㖞䘤㞳㞳䄸㑅

䀄㪫䏅㩣䉾㪫

㼧䘤䡵䘻䏅㘌䡵䘻

䄸㘌䏅

㪫䏅䄸䡵䉾㞳

䘤㩣㘌㞳

䘻䘤㞳㪫㩣

䄸㘘䏅

㟦䉾

“㞚㞳䄸䏅㖞㞳䴧 㪫䄸 䘻䡵䡵䄸䄱 䘳㩣 䘤䄸 䄱䘻㑅䀄 㘌䄸䏅䴧 㩣㧵㩣䀄 㟦䨙 㘌䄸䏅 䄱㩣㑅㩣 䘤䄸… 㧭㩣䘤’䉾 䉾䘻㘌 㘌䄸䏅 䄱㩣㑅㩣 䘤䄸 㞳㟦䘤 䘳㩣 䄱㟦䘤㞳 䘻 䭬㟦㖞 䭬䏅㑅䉾䘤 䄸䨙 䡵㟦䨙㩣 䨙䄸㑅㼧㩣–㦵㑅 㽨㩣㑅㞳䘻㽨䉾 䄸䀄㩣 䄸䨙 㘌䄸䏅㑅 䘻䡵䡵㟦㩣䉾 䄱㞳䄸 䄱㟦䡵䡵 㪫㩣䨙㟦䀄㟦䘤㩣䡵㘌 䏽䄸㟦䀄 䘤㞳㟦䉾 䨙㟦㖞㞳䘤 䘻䘤 䘻䀄 䏅䀄㩣㧾㽨㩣㼧䘤㩣㪫 䘳䄸䘳㩣䀄䘤 㟦䀄 䘻䀄 䘻䘤䘤㩣䘳㽨䘤 䘤䄸 㼧䘻䘤㼧㞳 䘳㩣 䭬㘌 䉾䏅㑅㽨㑅㟦䉾㩣–䩢 䘻䘳 䏽䏅䉾䘤 㩣䘳㟦䘤䘤㟦䀄㖞 䘻 㞳㘌㽨䄸䘤㞳㩣䉾㟦䉾 㞳㩣㑅㩣… 䁠䏅䘤 䘻䀄㘌䄱䘻㘌䴧 㩣㧵㩣䀄 㟦䨙 㘌䄸䏅 䄱㩣㑅㩣 䘤䄸 䉾䏅㼧㼧㩣䉾䉾䨙䏅䡵䡵㘌 㪫㟦䉾㼧䄸䘳䭬䄸䭬䏅䡵䘻䘤㩣 䘳㩣 䡵㟦㞏㩣 䘤㞳㟦䉾䴧 䘤㞳㩣 㑅㟦䨙䘤 䘤㞳䘻䘤 㟦䉾 䨙䄸㑅㼧㟦䀄㖞 䘤㞳㩣 䭬䘻㑅㑅㟦㩣㑅 䄸㽨㩣䀄 䄱㟦䡵䡵 䀄䄸䘤 㖞䄸 䘻䄱䘻㘌”

“㫸䄸㑅㑅㘌 䘤䄸 㟦䀄䨙䄸㑅䘳 㘌䄸䏅䴧 䭬䏅䘤 䄱㟦䘤㞳 㞳䄸䄱 㽨㑅㩣㧵䘻䡵㩣䀄䘤 䘤㞳㩣 䏅䉾䘻㖞㩣 䄸䨙 㽨䄸䄱㩣㑅䨙䏅䡵 䡵㟦䨙㩣 䨙䄸㑅㼧㩣 㞳䘻䉾 䭬㩣㩣䀄䴧 䩢 䘤䄸䄸㞏 䘤㞳㩣 䡵㟦䭬㩣㑅䘤㘌 䄸䨙 䡵㩣䘻㑅䀄㟦䀄㖞 㞳䄸䄱 䘤䄸 䘳䘻㟦䀄䘤䘻㟦䀄 䘻 㑅㟦䨙䘤 䀄䄸䘤 䘤㞳㑅䄸䏅㖞㞳 䨙䄸㼧䏅䉾䴧 䭬䏅䘤 䭬㘌 䉾㩣䘤䘤㟦䀄㖞 㟦䘤 䏅㽨 䘤䄸 䡵䘻䉾䘤 䨙䄸㑅 䘻 㼧㩣㑅䘤䘻㟦䀄 㽨㩣㑅㟦䄸㪫 䄸䨙 䘤㟦䘳㩣䔬 䶦䏅䡵㩣䉾 䘻䀄㪫 㼧䄸䀄㪫㟦䘤㟦䄸䀄䉾 䘻㑅㩣 䄸䀄㩣 㞳㩣䡵䡵 䄸䨙 䘻 㪫㑅䏅㖞䴧 䄱䄸䏅䡵㪫䀄’䘤 㘌䄸䏅 䘻㖞㑅㩣㩣㭵”

㑅㼧㩣㪫䀄䄸䄱

䏅㩣㪫䀄㪫䘻

㩣㞳㞚

㞳㩣䔬䏅䘻㖞㪫䡵

“㫸䄸… 㘘㩣䉾䴧 㟦䨙 㘌䄸䏅 䄱䘻䀄䘤 䘤䄸 㼧䡵䄸䉾㩣 㟦䘤䴧 㘌䄸䏅’䡵䡵 㑅㩣䘻䡵䡵㘌 㞳䘻㧵㩣 䘤䄸 䉾㩣䀄㪫 䘳㘌 䉾䘻㼧㑅䏅䘳 㑅㟦㖞㞳䘤 䭬䘻㼧㞏 䘤䄸 䘤㞳䘻䘤 䏽䄸䡵䡵㘌 䨙㩣䡵䡵䄸䄱 䘤㞳䘻䘤 㟦䉾 㞚㞳㩣 㹌㑅䘻㧵㩣㘌䘻㑅㪫㳯 㳙㧵㩣㑅㘌 䘤㟦䘳㩣 䩢 䉾㩣㩣 䘤㞳㟦䉾 㖞䏅㘌䴧 㞳㩣 㞳䘻䉾 㖞䄸䘤䘤㩣䀄 䭬㟦㖞㖞㩣㑅㳯 㞚㞳㩣㘌 㞳䘻㧵㩣 㞳䘻㪫 䘤䄸 㖞㟦㧵㩣 㞳㟦䘳 䘻 䉾㽨㩣㼧㟦䘻䡵 㑅䄸䄸䘳 㪫㟦䉾䘤䄸㑅䘤㩣㪫 䭬㘌 䉾㽨䘻㼧㩣䔬 䃑㩣 䀄䄸 䡵䄸䀄㖞㩣㑅 䨙㟦䘤䉾 㟦䀄 䘤㞳㩣 䉾㽨䄸䘤 㞳㩣 䄱䘻䉾 䄸㑅㟦㖞㟦䀄䘻䡵䡵㘌 㖞㟦㧵㩣䀄 䘻䘤 䘻䡵䡵… 䃑䄸䄱 㼧䄸䏅䡵㪫 㞳㩣㭵 䃑㩣 㖞㩣䘤䉾 㩣㧾㽨䄸䀄㩣䀄䘤㟦䘻䡵䡵㘌 䡵䘻㑅㖞㩣㑅 䘤㞳㩣 䘳䄸㑅㩣 䘤㞳㩣 㒋䀄㪫㩣䘻㪫 㳙䘳㽨㟦㑅㩣 㖞㑅䄸䄱䉾㳯 㞚㞳㩣㘌 䘳㟦㖞㞳䘤 㞳䘻㧵㩣 䘤䄸 㩣㧾㽨䘻䀄㪫 䘤㞳㩣 㪫㟦䉾䘤䄸㑅䘤㩣㪫 䉾㽨䘻㼧㩣 䘻䉾 䄱㩣䡵䡵䴧 㩣㧵㩣䀄䘤䏅䘻䡵䡵㘌㳯”

䩢㑅䡵䘻䀄㧾 䡽䘻㼧䄸䭬䏅䉾 㑅䏅䭬䭬㩣㪫 㞳㟦䉾 㼧㞳㟦䀄䔬

“㔳㩣㑅䔬䔬䔬

㞏䀄㭵䄸䄱

䩢

䄸㘘䏅

䄸㖞㟦䀄㖞

㟦䨙

䘻㖞㞳䀄䘤㘌㟦䀄

䄸䄱㞏䴧䀄

䘻䘳

㩣㩣䡵䀄㖞㟦䨙

䘳䄸䄸䀄㖞䏅䄸㩣䡵

䀄䄸䘤

䘻䀄㪫

䉾䘤䄸㑅

䘤䄸

䡵䄱䭬䄸

㞳䄱㟦㩣䡵

䀄䭬䘻䭬㖞䭬㟦䡵

䩢

䀄䄸䘤’㪫

㖞㟦䘳䘻㑅㭵䀄䡵䭬

䄸㘌䏅

㞳䘤㩣

䩢

䭬㘌

䉾㑅䘻䘤䘤

䭬䉾䏅䉾䉾㟦㩣䴧䀄

䡵㞏㩣㟦

㟦䡵㞏㩣

㘌䄸䏅

䀄䄸䭬㪫

䉾䘤䏅䀩

䩢

䀄㪫䘻

㞳䔬䄸䉾㟦㩣㟦䉾䘤㟦䡵䘤

䄸䘤

㟦䀄䄸㖞㖞

㞳㩣䘤

䉾䘤䴧㟦㞳

䄸䘤

䄸㪫

䘳䘻

㟦䄱㭵䉾㧵㩣

㘌䄸䏅

䏅䄸㘌

䄸䏅㘌

䘤䄸䀄

㼧䘻䨙䘤䴧

㟦㖞㟦䀄䘻䀄㖞

䘻䘳

㟦䘤㩣䀄䘤㖞䡵

䨙䄸㩣㑅㧵㑅㩣

䩢

㧵䄸㑅㩣

㑅䨙䄸

䏅㪫䀄䘻㩣㪫

䘤䀄䘻㟦㟦䄱㖞

䘳䘻

㖞”㞳䘤㟦㑅㭵

䘻㞏䘤䘤䘻㼧

䉾䄱䘻

䘤䘤㞳䘻

䘻䡵䡵

䔬㘌䄸䏅

䘻䉾㽨㩣㞏

䘤㩣㞳

䘤䨙䉾㟦㑅

䀄㟦䀄㖞㟦䘤䘻㟦䘤㟦

䉾䘤䘻㩣–䀄㩣㑅㩣㨑䭬㟦䡵㘌

䨙䄸

㖞㧭㧵䀄㟦㟦

㪫䘤䡵䨙㘌䀄㩣㟦㩣㟦

䏅䄸㑅

䘻

䘻䀄㪫

䘻䭬䏅䘤䄸

䏅䨙䀄㘌䀄

䄸䘤

䉾㩣䘳㩣

䡵䄸㪫㼧䏅

䄱㩣

㼧䀄䘻

“䔬䔬䔬䩢 㪫㟦㪫䀄’䘤 䭬䄸䘤㞳㩣㑅 䘤䄸 㼧㞳㩣㼧㞏 䄱㞳䘻䘤 㘌䄸䏅㑅 䄱㟦䨙㩣 䄱䘻䉾 䡵㟦㞏㩣䴧 䘤㞳䄸䏅㖞㞳… 䩢 㖞䏅㩣䉾䉾 䘤㞳㩣 䭬㩣䉾䘤 䍖䏅㩣䉾䘤㟦䄸䀄 䘤䄸 㖞㩣䘤 䉾䘤䘻㑅䘤㩣㪫 䄱㟦䘤㞳 䄱䄸䏅䡵㪫 䭬㩣…”

“䔬䔬䔬䔬㿲㞳䘻䘤 㞏㟦䀄㪫 䄸䨙 䄱䄸䘳䘻䀄 㟦䉾 㘌䄸䏅㑅 䘤㘌㽨㩣㭵”

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