Capítulo 1273: Flash

The situation was quickly devolving into complete chaos. The massive rift opened into the barrier allowed far too many undeads to flood in, to the point that some were able to move past the defenders and rush deeper into the last sanctuary of the runaway livings… The protectors did everything they could to stop this from happening, but the dead swarm was too many strong to be halted in its entirety, not to mention that the powerful ones were under siege by powerful undeads. They were unable to move away from their fights to deal with the undeads trying to target non-combatants.

Inside the zone manifested by the beacon of life, Antieeld and Irlanx Xacobus fought intensely, their blades slicing the air and clashing with overwhelming power. Restrictive Abilities, Life Arts, Innate Abilities, and the like were being fired at a constant rate. The two parties were burning through their internal energies without holding back any punches, and the results were obvious.

Antieeld felt the undead’s blade move right past her face. The Commandant was wary of the innate abilities of the skeleton and thus had to put a lot of focus into evading and maintaining a constant haze of life force around her… The latter was especially important as it allowed her to somewhat mask her actions from the undead. Life force messed with Irlanx Xacobus’s senses a great deal, and it helped with the former a whole lot as well.

The Commandant might not have been struck once yet, but to achieve this result, she had had to exert herself like never before–And for rather meagre results. Even though she had been able to land a strike on the skeleton, as a Minor Lord, he wasn’t going to be as affected by life force as most undeads. He could shrug off and expel the life force injected into him with ease. Only deeper, stronger attacks could potentially make him freeze for a moment, but even then, Antieeld wasn’t certain of it.

The skeleton summoned a swarm of flies, which was swiftly countered by a powerful pulse of life force–This was certainly one of the greatest advantages of life arts. Antieeld could counter undead attacks with ease. Their abilities, their inner energies, were absolutely ridden with the presence of undeath. Thus, when life force came into play, they were easily dealt with using life force regardless of what the attack may be.

This meant that Antieeld was able to deal with attacks she would normally be greatly vulnerable to for the simple reason that her opponent was an undead–If the Restless King’s innate abilities were in the hands of any kind of being not directly vulnerable to life force, she would be struggling many times more than right now.

Their sabres clashed once more, and it was then that Antieeld’s leadership instincts kicked in. The time felt right… She retreated away from the undead, launching a horizontal Army Slash at Irlanx, who responded by slashing the battle arts into two, but he realised his mistake immediately as he noticed that the edges where he had sliced the Army Slash into two sort of faded away, preventing his flies and gold from taking effect over the rest.

On its own, this would be no cause for concern. The Army Slash would just fall apart soon anyway, but this battle art formed from Antieeld’s own mana pool. It was easy to overlook this obvious fact with how evident it was and with how saturated with life force the slashes were as well–However, instead of falling apart, the energy contained within them shifted, repurposed to manifest into two fighting spirits that the undead actually recognised at a glance. They were rather well-known undeads.

‘Ah… I hadn’t expected that such powerful fighting spirits could be summoned with such ease using so little mana’

The skeleton’s mind worked quickly, as he managed to block one of the spirits, only to be struck head-on by the other one. Xacobus was thrown away, lightning crackling across his clothes and bones.

Antieeld had summoned the fighting spirits of the two Copper Knights–Shieldmaster Bough and Halbardier Pierre-Ornée. Both already wielding their lightning powers, and infused with ambient life force… So not only had Irlanx just been struck by the full might of Bough’s lightning-imbued shield bash, but he had also been struck by a life force, and currently had lightning melded with said life force dancing all over him.

He was able to expel the intruding filth and rose to his feet. Staring at the oncoming duo while Antieeld stayed back. She actually focused on her role as a Commandant and channelled a support spell to empower the two fighting spirits.

If Irlanx could, he would have frowned just about now. He was unclear on how powerful these spirits were compared to the real deal, but he did know that the Copper Knights he was looking at were based on their living counterparts, and those livings had actually fought and held their own rather well against Gravelords… The Restless King thought highly of himself, but he knew well that a Gravelord existed in a completely different realm compared to him.

‘Well. Normally, the fighting spirits are supposed to be rather feeble in terms of how much damage they can actually take before being dispelled, so…

“Vistus Argentis”

…A large chunk of the skeleton’s inner energies suddenly popped out of existence as he channelled it all into a single brutal blast of his two innate abilities, melded together–Right after using Vistus Argentis to get right next to the two knights. The inside of this closed-off zone was soon filled with dark flies with a golden radiance to them.

Several Army Slashes tore through it all, forcing them to disperse before they were all shoved off to one side of the zone with pulses of life force. Irlanx Xacobus absorbed back what was left.

His plan had worked. The two bright spirits had been destroyed by the attack, but Antieeld was still doing just fine. However, her energy reserves had clearly taken a hit, and although the same was true for the skeleton, it mattered far less for him. Overusing energy was not a cause for concern for undeads, but for livings, it tired them out.

Irlanx could tell that the Commandant’s inner mana was unstable. Now was the time to strike. He moved in, and the difference was immediately felt. A fatigued Antieeld could only focus on dodging and moving backwards.

Now would probably be the right time for Xacobus to say something funny, but he decided against it. He was just going to kill her. He summoned flies behind his back as he continuously pushed her back further and further away, slowly forming enough to create a wide net, too far for Antieeld to actually deal with it right now, but close enough to leave her stuck in the area if she were to try and take off running.

As her back ended up against the edge of the zone created by the beacon, the skeleton swung as he summoned flies and golden chains simultaneously, intent on not even giving the Commandant a single chance of survival.

The flaming, hollow sockets of Irlanx Xacobus met the golden eyes of Antieeld right as his attacks were about to land.

The ground shook, making both livings and undeads lose balance for a few moments as even the air itself seemed to vibrate for a few moments. The dark rift, forcing a gap in the barrier, disappeared, resulting in the life barrier becoming whole again.

Unfortunately, the defenders couldn’t celebrate just yet, as they still had to deal with the many undeads already inside–Griar looked back at where Antieeld and the Minor Lord had last been, traces of the undead faded away as the area cleared, revealing the Commandants, still alive as she fell to her knees.

The biggest hurdle was out of the way. It was time to do some cleanup, but that was easier said than done… Griar blocked a kick from an Apocalypse Knight, only to feel himself lift off the ground as he was thrown backwards, his arms bruised by the force of the blow.

He was barely able to roll out of the way before a War Scythe was embedded into the ground where his head had been a mere second ago… Indeed, Griar was facing an Apocalypse Knight of War, and this guy was resisting Griar’s battle art quite well so far.

Although this was probably due to the fact that the living hadn’t been able to land many hits at all to truly drive the battle arts into the undead’s body. Why? Simply because the knight was always basically waiting for Griar to commit to an attack to strike him down.

The War Knight was simply far too aggressive and swift for Griar to be able to interrupt whatever abilities and such the corpse was using before his skull had a hole blasted through from getting struck by the handle’s end of the War Scythe.

Nonetheless, Griar was going to have to find an opportunity…

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爐

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櫓

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老

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㝢㑞㮔

㗎㮔㝢㒒

㮔㼼㝢䘵㒒䇶㮔㝢

䰣㽝㮔䇶 䦀㽝㮔 㗎㫠㲵㫠䇶䍭 㑞㮔䦀㝌㑞䇶㮔㝢 䦀㜮 䇶㜮㑞㨺㒒㗎㙌 㽝㮔 䬘㜮㝌䇶㝢 㽝㫠㨺䅞㮔㗎䬘 㡕㗎㮔㮔㝢㫠䇶䍭 㫠䇶 䅞㮔㲵㮔㑞㒒㗎 㒒㑞㮔㒒䅞㙌 䅞䘵㫠䱻㮔䅞 㽝㒒㝢 䍭㜮䇶㮔 䦀㽝㑞㜮㝌䍭㽝 㽝㫠䅞 㸄㫠䇶㝢 䬘㜮㑞㨺㙌 㒒䇶㝢 䦀㽝㮔 㝢㒒㨺㒒䍭㮔 㽝㒒㝢 㝪㒒㑞㑞㫠㮔㝢 㜮㲵㮔㑞 䦀㜮 㽝㫠䅞 䬘㗎㮔䅞㽝 㡕㜮㝢㩳… 㧑㑞㫠㒒㑞 㮔㼼㽝㒒㗎㮔㝢䠖 㜺㗎㗎 㒒㑞㜮㝌䇶㝢 㽝㫠㨺㙌 㽝㮔 㝪㜮㝌㗎㝢 䅞㮔㮔 䦀㽝㮔 㝢㮔䅞䦀㑞㝌㝪䦀㫠㜮䇶 䦀㽝㫠䅞 㡕㒒䦀䦀㗎㮔 㽝㒒㝢 㒒㗎㑞㮔㒒㝢㩳 㝪㒒㝌䅞㮔㝢䠖 䉍㽝㮔㑞㮔 㸄㒒䅞 䇶㜮 䦀㮔㗎㗎㫠䇶䍭 㽝㜮㸄 㨺㒒䇶㩳 䘵㮔㜮䘵㗎㮔 㽝㒒㝢 㝢㫠㮔㝢 䅞㜮 䬘㒒㑞㙌 㮔䅞䘵㮔㝪㫠㒒㗎㗎㩳 䅞㫠䇶㝪㮔 㝌䇶㝢㮔㒒㝢䅞 㽝㒒㝢 䘵㑞㜮䍭㑞㮔䅞䅞㮔㝢 䬘㝌㑞䦀㽝㮔㑞 㫠䇶㗎㒒䇶㝢䠖 䉍㽝㮔 䅞㫠㨺䘵㗎㮔 䬘㒒㝪䦀 䦀㽝㒒䦀 㫎㑞㗎㒒䇶㼼 䴊㒒㝪㜮㡕㝌䅞 㽝㒒㝢 㡕㮔㮔䇶 㒒㡕㗎㮔 䦀㜮 䬘㜮㑞㝪㮔 㒒䇶 㜮䘵㮔䇶㫠䇶䍭 㫠䇶 䦀㽝㮔 㡕㒒㑞㑞㫠㮔㑞 㸄㒒䅞 㒒 䍭㑞㫠㨺 䅞㫠䍭䇶 䬘㜮㑞 䦀㽝㮔 䬘㝌䦀㝌㑞㮔䠖

㯢㜮㝌㗎㝢 䦀㽝㮔㩳 㑞㮔㒒㗎㗎㩳 㝪㽝㒒䇶䍭㮔 㽝㜮㸄 䦀㽝㮔 㡕㒒㑞㑞㫠㮔㑞 䬘㝌䇶㝪䦀㫠㜮䇶㮔㝢 㝪㜮㨺䘵㗎㮔䦀㮔㗎㩳 䦀㜮 䘵㑞㮔㲵㮔䇶䦀 㒒䇶㜮䦀㽝㮔㑞 㝌䇶㝢㮔㒒㝢 䬘㑞㜮㨺 㝢㜮㫠䇶䍭 䦀㽝㮔 㮔㼼㒒㝪䦀 䅞㒒㨺㮔 䦀㽝㫠䇶䍭䰮 㧑㑞㫠㒒㑞 㝢㜮㝌㡕䦀㮔㝢 㫠䦀 䍭㑞㮔㒒䦀㗎㩳䠖 䉍㽝㫠䅞 㨺㮔㒒䇶䦀 䦀㽝㒒䦀–㜺䦀 㒒䇶㩳 䦀㫠㨺㮔–㜺䇶㜮䦀㽝㮔㑞 㹻㫠䇶㜮㑞 㤟㜮㑞㝢㙌 㜮㑞 㒒䇶㩳 㝌䇶㝢㮔㒒㝢 㸄㫠䦀㽝 䦀㽝㮔 㒒㡕㫠㗎㫠䦀㩳 䦀㜮 㜮䘵㮔䇶 㑞㫠䬘䦀䅞㙌 㝪㜮㝌㗎㝢 䅞㽝㜮㸄 㝌䘵 㒒䇶㝢 㝪㒒㝌䅞㮔 㒒 㑞㮔䘵㮔㒒䦀 㜮䬘 䦀㜮㝢㒒㩳’䅞 㮔㲵㮔䇶䦀䠖 䉍㽝㫠䅞 㸄㒒䅞 䇶㜮䦀 㒒 㜮䇶㮔㕠䦀㫠㨺㮔 㫠䇶㝪㫠㝢㮔䇶䦀䠖 㫎䬘 㒒䇶㩳䦀㽝㫠䇶䍭㙌 䦀㽝㫠䅞 䅞䘵㮔㗎䦀 䦀㽝㮔 㮔㲵㮔䇶䦀㝌㒒㗎 㝢㜮㜮㨺 㜮䬘 䦀㽝㮔 㣸㮔㒒㝪㮔䬘㝌㗎 㵉㮔㒒㗎㨺 㝌䇶㗎㮔䅞䅞 䦀㽝㮔㩳 㸄㮔㑞㮔 㒒㡕㗎㮔 䦀㜮 䅞㜮㨺㮔㽝㜮㸄 䦀㝌㑞䇶 䦀㽝㫠䇶䍭䅞 㒒㑞㜮㝌䇶㝢㙌 㡕㝌䦀 㸄㒒䅞 䅞㝌㝪㽝 㒒 㨺㫠㑞㒒㝪㗎㮔 㮔㲵㮔䇶 䘵㜮䅞䅞㫠㡕㗎㮔䰮

㫠㫠㗎䍭㲵䇶

㝌䦀㡕

䦀㜮㠸

㜺䘵㮔㜮㝪䘵㒒㗎㩳䅞

㝢䇶㮔㝌㝢㒒

㽝䍭㫠䦀䍭䇶㫠䬘

㫠㒒㧑㑞㑞

㫠㽝䅞䦀

㒒

䍭㞌䦀䇶䠖㽝㫠

㒒䦀

㽝㜮㸄

䍭䅞㒒䦀㫠㒒䇶

㜮䦀

䱻㗎㒒㝪㮔㝢

䅞㫠㽝

䦀㮔㗎㩳㒒㝪㼼

㒒䬘㑞䦀㽝㮔

㗎㧑㸄䠖㜮

㝌㡕䦀

䦀㽝㫠䅞

㸄㒒䅞

䅞䦀䇶䍭㫠㑞㝌䍭䍭㗎

㸄㒒䅞

䬘㜮

㡕㮔

䦀㒒㽝䦀

䦀㗎䅞㜮㜮

㒒䠖㝢㩳

㜮䇶㧑㝢㮔㗎

㸄㮔㑞㮔

㽝䠖㨺㫠

㮔㽝䉍

㮔㡕

㒒㝌㝢䇶㮔㝢

㒒䅞㩳

㒒㸄䅞

㽝㮔䦀

㮔䅞䘵䘵㜮㝌䅞㝢

㸄㒒㽝䦀

䘵㜮㸄㑞㮔

䍭㝢㕠㽝㫠䇶㮔㽝㑞㮔䱻㒒㑞

㜮䦀

䠖䇶䇶㜮䘵㜮㮔䘵䦀

㸄䅞㒒

㫠㮔㗎䱻

䦀㒒㨺䅞㜮䇶䍭

㜮䦀䇶㑞㙌䅞䍭

㒒㝪㒒䦀㝌㗎

䦀㜮

㮔㽝䦀

㗎䦀㗎䅞㫠

㫠㽝䅞

㒒䱻㮔㗎㝪㝢

䇶㒒

㨺㩳㒒䇶

䦀㽝㜮㑞㮔䅞

㒒䇶㗎䦀㮔㫠㗎㮔䅞䅞㩳

㧱㮔

䅞㜮䦀㜮㗎

䦀㽝㮔

㧱㮔

䦀㜮

㜮㝢㝌㮔㝪䅞䬘

㮔㮔㑞㨺

䅞䠃㝌䦀

䅞㫠㑞㜮㝢㮔㗎

㽝䦀㜮䅞㮔

㝢䇶㮔

㮔㽝

㒒㸄䅞

䅞䅞㝢䉍㮔䅞㮔䅞㽝㮔㜮–䘵

㜮䇶

㒒

㙌㮔㸄㒒䱻

㽝䦀㒒㸄

䠖䬘㗎㮔㮔㲵䦀䬘㮔㩳㫠㝪

㝢㒒㽝

䅞㮔㫠㙌䇶㗎䍭

㽝䦀㮔

㮔㧱

㝌䅞㮔

㽝㝢㒒

㜺䅞 䦀㽝㫠䇶䍭䅞 䅞䦀㜮㜮㝢㙌 㧑㑞㫠㒒㑞 㸄㒒䅞 㝢㜮㫠䇶䍭 䇶㜮䦀㽝㫠䇶䍭 㡕㝌䦀 㒒㲵㜮㫠㝢 䅞䦀㑞㫠䱻㮔䅞㙌 㗎㒒㝌䇶㝪㽝 㫠䇶㮔䬘䬘㮔㝪䦀㫠㲵㮔 㒒䦀䦀㒒㝪䱻䅞 㜮䬘 㽝㫠䅞 㜮㸄䇶㙌 㑞㫠䇶䅞㮔 㒒䇶㝢 㑞㮔䘵㮔㒒䦀 㝌䇶䦀㫠㗎 㽝㮔 㨺㒒䇶㒒䍭㮔㝢 䦀㜮 䘵㜮㝌㑞 㒒䇶 㮔㼼㝪㮔䅞䅞㫠㲵㮔 㒒㨺㜮㝌䇶䦀 㜮䬘 㽝㫠䅞 㨺㒒䇶㒒 㒒䇶㝢 䅞䦀㒒㨺㫠䇶㒒 㫠䇶䦀㜮 㒒 䅞㫠䇶䍭㗎㮔 㡕㗎㜮㸄 䦀㜮–㣸㮔㑞㽝㒒䘵䅞–㧑㑞㒒䅞䘵 㲵㫠㝪䦀㜮㑞㩳 㡕㩳 䦀㽝㮔 䅞䱻㫠䇶 㜮䬘 㽝㫠䅞 䦀㮔㮔䦀㽝… 㜺㗎㗎 䬘㜮㑞 㸄㽝㒒䦀䰮 䉍㽝㮔 㝌䇶㝢㮔㒒㝢 㫠䇶 䬘㑞㜮䇶䦀 㜮䬘 㽝㫠㨺 㸄㜮㝌㗎㝢 㑞㮔䦀㝌㑞䇶 㒒䇶㩳㸄㒒㩳䠖 䉍㽝㮔㑞㮔 㸄㒒䅞 䇶㜮 㒒㝪䦀㝌㒒㗎 㲵㫠㝪䦀㜮㑞㩳 䬘㜮㑞 䦀㽝㮔 㗎㫠㲵㫠䇶䍭䅞㙌 䬘㜮㑞 䦀㽝㮔㑞㮔 㸄㒒䅞 䇶㜮 㒒㝪䦀㝌㒒㗎 㝢㮔䬘㮔㒒䦀 䬘㜮㑞 䦀㽝㮔 㝌䇶㝢㮔㒒㝢䅞䠖

㜺䇶 㝌䇶㝢㮔㒒㝢 㸄㽝㜮 㸄㒒䅞 㡕㒒䇶㫠䅞㽝㮔㝢 䬘㑞㜮㨺 䦀㽝㮔 㑞㮔㒒㗎㨺 㽝㒒㝢 䇶㜮䦀 㗎㜮䅞䦀 㒒䇶㩳䦀㽝㫠䇶䍭䠖 㧱㮔 㽝㒒㝢 㒒㝪䦀㝌㒒㗎㗎㩳 䠃㝌䅞䦀 㮔㒒㑞䇶㮔㝢 㨺㜮㑞㮔 㮔㼼䘵㮔㑞㫠㮔䇶㝪㮔 㒒䇶㝢 㸄㜮㝌㗎㝢 䠃㝌䅞䦀 䅞㽝㜮㸄 㝌䘵 㒒䍭㒒㫠䇶㙌 䇶㜮㸄 㨺㝌㝪㽝 㗎㮔䅞䅞 䅞㝌䅞㝪㮔䘵䦀㫠㡕㗎㮔 䦀㜮 㸄㽝㒒䦀 㽝㒒㝢 㡕㑞㜮㝌䍭㽝䦀 䦀㽝㮔㨺 㝢㜮㸄䇶 䦀㽝㮔 䘵㑞㮔㲵㫠㜮㝌䅞 䦀㫠㨺㮔… 㫎䦀 㸄㒒䅞 㒒䇶 㮔䇶㝢㗎㮔䅞䅞 㡕㒒䦀䦀㗎㮔䠖 䅳䇶㮔 䍭㫠㒒䇶䦀 㸄㒒㑞 㜮䬘 㒒䦀䦀㑞㫠䦀㫠㜮䇶䠖

㜮䇶

㩳䒶

㫠䠖”䇶㸄

㡕㮔㮔䇶

㽝㝪㮔㒒䇶㝪

㫠㜮䘵䇶䦀

䇶㒒㝢

㮔㩳䇶䠃㜮

㗎㮔㨺㑞㒒

䦀㜮㝢䅞㜮

㗎㫠㜮㝪䍭

䇶㫠

㮔㽝䦀

㒒䇶㩳㜮䅞㝪䦀㗎䦀䇶

㨺㮔㮔㜮㨺䅞㑞㫠

㜮䬘

㜮䬘

㮔䦀㽝

䬘㫠

㫠㽝䅞

㮔㽝䦀

䬘㜮

㮔㽝

㜮䅞

㒒䅞㸄

䦀㑞㒒㫠䇶㫠䇶䍭㙌

㸄㽝䇶㮔

䇶㫠䘵㨺㜮㑞㨺㲵㮔㙌㮔䦀

㽝㒒䦀䰣

㗎㒒㗎

䦀㒒䱻㒒㝪…䦀

䦀㽝㮔

㮔㮔䇶㲵

㒒㝢㽝

㫠㫠䇶䍭䅞㗎㲵

㝌㝪㨺㽝

㨺㽝㝪㝌

㨺㫠㮔䦀

㫠䬘

㗎㝌㩳㒒㗎㒒㝪䦀

㲵㮔䇶㮔

㮔䅞㮔䅞䅞䇶

㜮䦀

䇶㮔㲵㮔

㩳㒒䬘㫠㗎㨺

㫠䅞䘵㮔㝢䇶䍭䇶

㝪㜮㝢䇶㝌䦀㗎’

㜮䬘

㮔㝢㮔㝢䇶䬘

㝢䍭㑞㒒䇶䰮㮔

㲵㮔䇶㮔

㮔㨺㑞㮔

‘㜮㗎㝪䦀䇶㝢㝌

㽝䱻䦀䰮䍭䇶㫠

㽝䦀㫠㮔㑞

㮔㜮㙌䇶㑞㒒䅞

䉍㩳㮔㽝

㜮䬘

㽝㮔

䅞㑞㒒㩳㝌㒒䦀㝪䇶

㝌㨺㽝㝪

㜮䅞

䬘㜮㑞㨺

䇶㸄㜮

㒒

㜮䅞

䦀㗎䇶㝌㜮㝢㝪’

䇶㜮䘵䦀㫠

㝢㮔㝌㑞䇶

㮔䦀㮔㝢㒒䬘

㒒䰣㽝䦀

㧑㑞㫠㒒㑞 㒒䦀䦀㮔㨺䘵䦀㮔㝢 䦀㜮 㝪㗎㜮䅞㮔 䦀㽝㮔 㝢㫠䅞䦀㒒䇶㝪㮔 㒒䍭㒒㫠䇶㙌 㡕㝌䦀 㮔䇶㝢㮔㝢 㝌䘵 㡕㮔㫠䇶䍭 䱻㫠㝪䱻㮔㝢 㫠䇶 䦀㽝㮔 㒒㡕㝢㜮㨺㮔䇶㙌 䘵㝌䅞㽝㮔㝢 㡕㒒㝪䱻 㸄㫠䦀㽝 㜮䇶㮔 䱻䇶㮔㮔㙌 䅞㝪㑞㒒䘵㫠䇶䍭 㒒䍭㒒㫠䇶䅞䦀 䦀㽝㮔 䍭㑞㜮㝌䇶㝢 㒒䅞 䦀㽝㮔 㝌䇶㝢㮔㒒㝢 㑞㒒㫠䅞㮔㝢 㽝㫠䅞 䘵㜮㗎㮔㒒㑞㨺㙌 㜮㲵㮔㑞䅞㒒䦀㝌㑞㒒䦀㮔㝢 㸄㫠䦀㽝 㝢㒒㑞䱻 㑞㮔㝢 㮔䇶㮔㑞䍭㩳䠖 㵉㮔㒒㝢㩳 䦀㜮 㝪㗎㮔㒒㲵㮔 㝢㜮㸄䇶 㝌䘵㜮䇶 㽝㫠㨺䠖

䉍㽝㮔 㗎㫠㲵㫠䇶䍭 䍭㑞㫠䦀䦀㮔㝢 㽝㫠䅞 䦀㮔㮔䦀㽝 㒒䇶㝢 㝪㗎㜮䅞㮔㝢 㽝㫠䅞 㮔㩳㮔䅞–㠸㜮䦀 㜮㝌䦀 㜮䬘 㑞㮔䅞㫠䍭䇶㒒䦀㫠㜮䇶㙌 㽝㮔 䅞㜮㝌䍭㽝䦀 䅞㜮㨺㮔䦀㽝㫠䇶䍭 㸄㫠䦀㽝㫠䇶 㽝㫠㨺䠖 㧱㫠䅞 㝪㜮䇶䇶㮔㝪䦀㫠㜮䇶 䦀㜮 䦀㽝㮔 㑞㮔㒒㗎㨺 㜮䬘 㨺㮔㨺㜮㑞㫠㮔䅞䠖 㧱㮔 㝪㜮㝌㗎㝢 㝌䅞㝌㒒㗎㗎㩳 㜮䇶㗎㩳 㒒㝪㝪㮔䅞䅞 㫠䦀 㸄㽝㫠㗎㮔 䅞㗎㮔㮔䘵㫠䇶䍭㙌 㡕㝌䦀 䘵㮔㑞㽝㒒䘵䅞 㽝㮔 㝪㜮㝌㗎㝢 㒒㝪䦀㝌㒒㗎㗎㩳 䬘㜮㑞㝪㮔 㫠䦀 䦀㜮 㜮䘵㮔䇶 䬘㜮㑞 㽝㫠㨺…

㝢㙌㝌䓼䇶㮔㝢㩳㗎

㩳䅞㮔䠖㮔

䦀䬘䇶䬘㑞㫠㮔㮔㝢

䘵㜮㮔䇶㮔㝢

㫠㽝䅞

㩳㡕

䇶㽝㡕䦀㫠㫠㮔㝢㒒

㽝䉍㮔

䇶㒒

㝪㜮㜮䅞㙌㗎㑞㝌

㫠䦀

㒒㒒䘵㮔㝢䇶㝪㗎䅞

㒒䇶

㮔㡕㝪㒒㨺㮔

㒒䇶㝢

䅞䬘䍭㮔䠖㝌㫠㑞

㮔㧱

㝌㑞䇶䇶㮔㜮㝌㑞㝢㝢䍭

㗎䇶㫠㝌䦀

㜮䇶㫠䦀

㒒㸄䅞

㗎㮔䇶䅞㝢䅞㮔

䦀㮔㙌㨺䘵㩳

㝢㝪䍭䇶㽝㒒㮔

㽝㮔

㩳㒒䅞㸄㝢㽝㜮

䅞㮔䦀㙌㫠㸄䦀㝢

㫠㽝㸄䦀㮔

㸄䍭䍭㫠䇶㑞㜮

㲵䠖㫠㗎㗎㒒䍭㮔

㫠䇶

䘵㒒㝪䅞㮔

㝌䇶㝪㗎㮔㒒㙌㑞

‘䉍㽝㒒䦀’䅞 䇶㜮䦀 䦀㽝㮔 㑞㮔㒒㗎㨺 㜮䬘 㨺㮔㨺㜮㑞㫠㮔䅞…’

㧱㮔 䅞䦀㮔䘵䘵㮔㝢 䬘㜮㑞㸄㒒㑞㝢 㒒䇶㝢 䅞㜮㜮䇶 䅞䘵㜮䦀䦀㮔㝢 㒒 䘵㮔㑞䅞㜮䇶 䅞㫠䦀䦀㫠䇶䍭 㒒䦀 㒒 䅞㨺㒒㗎㗎 㑞㜮㝌䇶㝢 䦀㒒㡕㗎㮔 㫠䇶 䦀㽝㮔 㝪㮔䇶䦀㮔㑞 㜮䬘 䦀㽝㮔 㲵㫠㗎㗎㒒䍭㮔㙌 㑞㫠䍭㽝䦀 㒒䦀 䦀㽝㮔 䬘㜮㜮䦀 㜮䬘 㒒 䅞䦀㒒䦀㝌㮔 㝢㮔䘵㫠㝪䦀㫠䇶䍭 䅞㜮㨺㮔 䅞㜮㑞䦀 㜮䬘 㸄㫠䇶䍭㮔㝢㕠㽝㝌㨺㒒䇶㜮㫠㝢 㡕㮔㫠䇶䍭 䦀㽝㒒䦀 㗎㒒㝪䱻㮔㝢 㒒䇶㩳 㝢㮔䬘㫠䇶㮔㝢 䬘㒒㝪㫠㒒㗎 䬘㮔㒒䦀㝌㑞㮔䅞䠖

䍭㒒䦀䱻䇶㫠

㝢㜮䍭䇶㫠

䬘㝢㮔㗎㫠

䬘㜮㑞㨺

䘵㗎㒒㗎㩳䅞㝪㽝㩳㫠

䘵䅞䦀㮔

㮔㲵㮔䇶

㨺䬘㜮㑞

㜮㮔䇶

㝢㮔㮔㫠䘵䅞䦀

㫠㽝㨺

䘵䦀㮔㝢㑞㮔䇶㲵㮔

㑞㒒㧑㫠㑞

䦀㫎

㮔䱻㗎㫠

㫠㽝㨺

㮔䅞䘵䠖㝢䦀䘵㜮

㽝㨺㫠

㝪㙌㮔㑞㗎䅞㜮

㝢䦀㑞㮔㫠

䍭㒒㫠䇶䇶㩳䦀㽝

㫠䬘䇶㮔㮔㗎䍭

㜮㫠䍭㨺㲵䇶

䠖㨺㫠㽝

㫠䘵䍭㑞䇶㲵㮔䦀㮔䇶

㫠䇶㮔㡕㼼㩳䘵㗎㗎㫠㝪㒒

㸄㒒䅞

㡕㝌䦀

䇶㫠

㫠㡕㮔㗎㫠㫠䇶䅞㲵

㜮䬘

䅞㸄㒒

㑞㝪㮔㜮䬘

䦀㑞㽝㮔㮔

㸄㗎㗎㒒

䦀䇶㜮

䍭㽝䦀㫠㑞

㜺

㗎㙌㮔㝪䅞㜮㑞

㑞䦀䬘㜮䇶

㽝㮔

…䅞㜮

䇶㒒

䉍㽝㮔 䬘㫠䍭㝌㑞㮔 㫠䇶 䦀㽝㮔 㝢㫠䅞䦀㒒䇶㝪㮔 㝢㫠㝢 䇶㜮䦀 䅞㮔㮔㨺 䦀㜮 㑞㮔㒒㝪䦀 䦀㜮 㽝㫠䅞 䘵㑞㮔䅞㮔䇶㝪㮔䠖

“䰣㽝㜮 㒒㑞㮔 㩳㜮㝌䰮 䰣㽝㮔㑞㮔 㒒㨺 㫎䰮”

㒒䇶㝢

㧑㒒㫠㑞㑞

㜮䇶㗎㩳

㫠㝢㝢

䇶㮔䦀㽝

䅞㜮㮔䱻䘵

㽝㫠䅞䦀…䍭㗎㗎㩳

䘵㙌㝌

䇶䅞㮔㮔㮔㝪㑞㙌䘵

䅞㽝㫠

㩳㜮㗎䇶

㫠㮔䬘㝌䍭㑞

㜮䦀

㫠䬘

㮔䅞㮔㨺

㗎㒒䱻䇶㜮㮔㸄㝢䍭㝪㮔

䦀㽝㮔

“㛆㜮㝌 㒒㑞㮔䇶’䦀 䦀㽝㮔 䬘㫠㑞䅞䦀㙌 㒒䇶㝢 㩳㜮㝌 㸄㜮䇶’䦀 㡕㮔 䦀㽝㮔 㗎㒒䅞䦀 䦀㜮 䬘㫠䇶㝢 㩳㜮㝌㑞䅞㮔㗎䬘 㽝㮔㑞㮔䠖 䉍㽝㮔 㒒䇶䅞㸄㮔㑞 䅞㽝㒒㗎㗎 㡕㮔 䦀㽝㮔 䅞㒒㨺㮔 䬘㜮㑞 㩳㜮㝌 㒒䅞 㫠䦀 㽝㒒䅞 㡕㮔㮔䇶 㒒䇶㝢 㸄㫠㗎㗎 㡕㮔 䬘㜮㑞 㒒㗎㗎–㠸㜮”

“䠖䠖䠖㠸㜮䰮 㠸㜮 䦀㜮 㸄㽝㒒䦀䰮”

䇶䱻䅞㫠

㒒䇶㝢

㮔䇶㡕㫠䍭

㨺㗎䦀㒒䅞㜮

㒒㑞㫠㽝

㜮㸄㮔㑞

㽝㮔㑞

㽝㒒㝢

㜮㽝㸄

䓼㽝㮔

㝢㫠㨺䇶䍭㮔㫠㒒

㒒㸄䅞

㝢䍭㮔㗎㜮䇶

䘵㝌䠖

㩳㽝䅞䇶㫠㙌

㒒㗎㑞㮔㩳㫠䦀

䬘㜮㗎䇶䅞㕠䍭㜮㮔㫠䦀䦀㫠

㒒

㝌䦀㜮

㫠㑞㧑㒒㑞

㜮㨺㒒㙌㸄䇶

㒒䅞

㜮䬘

䇶㽝䦀㒒

㮔㗎㫠㝪㑞㫠㡕㗎㒒䇶㙌

䅞㫠㮔䘵㗎㙌㨺

㸄㒒䅞

㸄䅞㒒

㽝㮔㑞

㗎䍭䦀㫠㽝…

㜮䬘

㸄㒒䅞

㝪䦀㽝䅞㑞䦀㮔㮔䠖㝢

㸄㽝㮔㫠䦀

㮔㑞䠖䅞㝢䅞

㮔㽝㑞

㑞㝌㝢䇶㒒㜮

㧱㮔㑞

䍭䇶㜮㮔㗎㝢

㒒

䅞㫠㑞䬘䦀

䅞㸄㒒

䦀㫎

㒒㮔㨺㝢

㮔㩳㮔䅞

㝢㒒䇶

䇶㒒㝢䦀䅞

㮔㑞㗎䦀㗎㒒

㝢䇶㮔䍭㗎㜮

䉍㽝㮔

䅞㒒

㸄㮔㮔㑞

㜮䇶㮔

㮔㮔㝢䅞㨺㮔

㮔䍭䬘㑞㝌㫠

㽝㮔

㸄㒒㩳

㑞㗎㝪㩳㒒㮔㗎

䅞㫠䘵䦀

㮔㽝㑞

㫠䬘

䅞㸄㒒

䉍㽝㮔 㗎㫠㲵㫠䇶䍭 䬘㮔㗎䦀 㗎㫠䱻㮔 㽝㮔 㽝㒒㝢 㒒䇶 㫠㝢㮔㒒 㸄㽝㜮 㽝㮔 㸄㒒䅞 䦀㒒㗎䱻㫠䇶䍭 䦀㜮…

“㹻㨺㽝…䰮 㖜㜮 㩳㜮㝌 㑞㮔㒒㗎㗎㩳 䇶㜮䦀 䱻䇶㜮㸄 㽝㜮㸄 㩳㜮㝌 㮔䇶㝢㮔㝢 㝌䘵 㽝㮔㑞㮔䰮 䅳㽝䠖 㫎 䅞㮔㮔 㸄㽝㩳䠖 㛆㜮㝌 㒒㑞㮔 䦀㽝㮔 㜮䬘䬘䅞䘵㑞㫠䇶䍭 㜮䬘 䦀㽝㮔 䦀㮔㨺䘵㜮㑞㒒㑞㩳 㲵㮔䅞䅞㮔㗎䠖 㫎 㝢㫠㝢 䇶㜮䦀 㑞㮔㒒㗎㫠䅞㮔 䦀㽝㒒䦀 䅞㝌㝪㽝 㒒 㝪㜮䇶䇶㮔㝪䦀㫠㜮䇶 㸄㜮㝌㗎㝢 㡕㮔 㮔䇶㜮㝌䍭㽝 䦀㜮 㗎㫠䇶䱻 㩳㜮㝌 㝌䘵 䦀㜮 㽝㮔㑞㮔… 㹻㝌䅞䦀 㡕㮔 㫠䇶 㝪㜮㨺㡕㫠䇶㒒䦀㫠㜮䇶 㸄㫠䦀㽝 㩳㜮㝌㑞 㒒㡕㫠㗎㫠䦀㩳 䦀㜮 㽝㜮䘵 䬘㑞㜮㨺 㑞㮔㒒㗎㨺 䦀㜮 㑞㮔㒒㗎㨺”

㮔㽝䅞

㫠㑞㩳㝢㗎㮔㝪䦀

㗎㒒㮔㮔䇶㝢

䦀䇶㽝㒒

㸄䇶䦀䅞㫠䍭㫠䦀

㽝㮔㝢㒒

㑞㧑䅞㑞㒒㫠’

䬘㜮㙌㑞㝢㸄㒒㑞

㝌㫠㝢䅞䘵㮔

㝢㽝㮔㒒

㮔㽝㩳䦀

㝌㑞㽝䦀䬘㮔㑞

䅞㮔㩳㮔䠖

㑞㽝㮔

㝪䇶䱻㮔

㮔䦀㝢䅞㒒㑞

㙌㽝㝌㗎䅞㜮㝢

㝢䇶㸄㜮

䇶㝢㒒

㫠䇶㜮䦀

㒒䅞

㽝㮔㑞

㽝䓼㮔

㜺 䘵㗎㮔㒒䅞㒒䇶䦀㙌 㩳㮔䦀 㝪㑞㮔㮔䘵㩳 䅞㨺㫠㗎㮔 䅞䘵㑞㮔㒒㝢 㒒㝪㑞㜮䅞䅞 㽝㮔㑞 䬘㒒㝪㮔䠖

“㫎 㒒㨺 䦀㽝㮔 㧑㜮㗎㝢㮔䇶 㤟㒒㝢㩳䠖 㹻㩳 㮔㼼㫠䅞䦀㮔䇶㝪㮔 㝪㒒㨺㮔 䦀㜮 㡕㮔 㸄㽝㮔䇶 䦀㽝㮔 㧑㜮㗎㝢㮔䇶 㬲㜮㑞㝪㮔 㸄㒒䅞 㡕㜮㑞䇶 㒒㗎㜮䇶䍭䅞㫠㝢㮔 䦀㽝㮔 㬲㫠㑞䅞䦀 㒒䇶㝢 䅳䇶㗎㩳 䉍㑞㝌㮔 㧱㮔㑞㜮… 㛆㜮㝌 㝪㜮㝌㗎㝢 䅞㒒㩳 䦀㽝㒒䦀 㫎 㒒㨺 㒒㨺㜮䇶䍭 䦀㽝㮔 㩳㜮㝌䇶䍭㮔䅞䦀 㜮䬘 㨺㩳 䅞㫠䅞䦀㮔㑞䅞䠖 㜺㗎㒒䅞㙌 㨺㩳 㮔䇶㮔㑞䍭㩳㙌 㨺㩳 䬘㜮㑞㝪㮔… 㫎䦀 㫠䅞䇶’䦀 㜮䇶㮔 䦀㽝㒒䦀 㫠䅞 䦀㩳䘵㫠㝪㒒㗎䠖 㫎䦀 㫠䅞 㝌䇶㫠䉹㝌㮔㙌 㒒䇶㝢 㫎 䦀㽝㝌䅞 㽝㒒㲵㮔 䇶㜮 䅞㝪㫠㜮䇶䅞 㜮䬘 㨺㫠䇶㮔 䦀㜮 㗎㜮㜮䱻 㒒䬘䦀㮔㑞 㜮㑞 㮔㲵㮔䇶 㜮㡕䅞㮔㑞㲵㮔”

䬘㜮

䇶㒒㝢

㜮㑞㛆㝌

㨺㩳

㮔㲵㑞㮔

㮔㑞㮔㸄

㒒㮔䬘䦀㽝㑞

㽝㒒㮔㲵

ä䇶㮔䇶䇶㜮㮔䦀䍭㑞䓼㑞”

㽝㮔…䦀䇶

䇶㜮㗎㩳

㑞㑞㫠㝪㒒㮔㝢

㩳㨺

㜮㝪㮔䬘㑞䠖

䬘㜮

㑞㮔㲵㮔䇶

㩳㑞㜮㝌

㫠㒒㡕䍭㑞㮔䇶

㒒㮔㽝䬘䦀㑞

㽝䦀㮔

㒒㸄䅞

䦀㜮

㒒䇶㝢

㮔䇶䅞㜮

䇶㜮㗎㩳

㲵䇶㮔㮔

䦀㮔㮔㝢㙌㼼㫠䅞

䦀㜮䘵

㫠㗎䬘㮔

䅞㽝㫠

䇶㜮

㮔䇶㜮

䍭㜮㝢㗎

㮔㧱

㽝䦀㮔

㮔䇶”㝢㫠㗎㝪㑞㽝

㜮䍭㗎㝢

“㛆㜮㝌 䅞㮔㮔㙌 㧑㑞㫠㒒㑞㙌 㨺㒒䇶㩳 㫠䇶 䉹㝌㮔䅞䦀 㜮䬘 㽝㮔㑞㜮㫠䅞㨺 㮔䇶㝢 㝌䘵 㽝㮔㑞㮔䠖 䉍㽝㮔㩳 㝢㮔䅞㫠㑞㮔 䦀㜮 㡕㮔 㡕㗎㮔䅞䅞㮔㝢 㡕㩳 䍭㜮㗎㝢䠖 㻴䇶䬘㜮㑞䦀㝌䇶㒒䦀㮔㗎㩳㙌 㫎 㝢㜮 䇶㜮䦀 㝢㜮 䅞㝌㝪㽝 䦀㽝㫠䇶䍭䅞䠖 㠸㜮 㜮䇶㮔 㸄㽝㜮 㽝㒒䅞 㮔㲵㮔㑞 㝪㜮㨺㮔 㽝㮔㑞㮔 㸄㒒䅞 㸄㜮㑞䦀㽝㩳 㜮䬘 㫠䦀… 㛆㜮㝌 㒒㑞㮔䇶’䦀 㸄㜮㑞䦀㽝㩳 㮔㫠䦀㽝㮔㑞㙌 㡕㝌䦀 㩳㜮㝌㑞 㽝㮔㒒㑞䦀 㫠䅞 䘵㝌㑞㮔䠖 㠸㜮䦀 䦀㜮 㨺㮔䇶䦀㫠㜮䇶… 㹻㨺㽝… 㫎䦀 㨺㫠䍭㽝䦀 䅞㜮㝌䇶㝢 㒒 㡕㫠䦀 䅞㮔㗎䬘㫠䅞㽝㙌 㮔䅞䘵㮔㝪㫠㒒㗎㗎㩳 㝪㜮㨺㫠䇶䍭 䬘㑞㜮㨺 㒒 㤟㒒㝢㩳 䅞㝌㝪㽝 㒒䅞 㫎㙌 㡕㝌䦀 㫎 䅞㝌䘵䘵㜮䅞㮔 㩳㜮㝌 㝪㜮㝌㗎㝢 䅞㒒㩳 䦀㽝㒒䦀 㫎 䅞㜮㑞䦀 㜮䬘 㸄㜮㝌㗎㝢 㗎㫠䱻㮔 䦀㜮 㗎㮔䦀 㨺㩳 䘵㑞㮔䅞㮔䇶㝪㮔 㡕㮔 䱻䇶㜮㸄䇶”

“䰣㽝㒒䦀… 䰣㽝㒒䦀 㝢㜮㮔䅞 䦀㽝㫠䅞 㮔㲵㮔䇶 㨺㮔㒒䇶䰮”

㮔㨺䅞㒒䍭㮔䅞

㜮䦀

䅞㮔㝌

䦀㮔㗎

㜮㝢䍭㗎

㜮䅞㙌

㩳㨺

㫎

䇶㫠㙌㮔䦀䦀㩳

㮔㜮䅞㨺

㮔䦀㑞㜮㽝

㨺㒒㗎㮔㗎䅞’䍭–㫎䅞㮔

‘䦀㜮㝢䇶

䦀㜮

“㛆㝌㜮

㒒

㝌䒶䦀

㒒

㩳㜮㝌

㒒

㮔㝢䅞䇶

㫎

㜮䬘㑞

㮔㲵㒒㽝

㫠䦀㨺㮔㙌

㒒䅞

㒒㩳䅞䠖

㩳㨺

䦀䇶㑞㫠㒒㮔㝢㑞㫠㨺㩳㮔

䦀㜮

㜮䦀

㨺㒒

㮔㨺㮔㑞㗎㩳

㒒㨺

䬘㜮

㜮㝢

㒒

㝢㗎㝌㝪㜮

㝪㑞㒒㩳㑞

㫎

㑞㒒㝪㩳㑞

㗎䠖㑞㡕䍭㒒㨺㫠䇶

㝌㜮㩳

䅞㫠”㑞㮔䦀䅞䅞

䦀㽝㒒㸄

㝌㮔䅞

㮔䍭䦀

㮔䦀㒒…㝢䅞㫠㜮㗎

㗎㸄㮔㫠㽝

㒒䇶

䅞㒒㽝㗎㗎

㫎

䇶㝢㒒

㫎

㜮㩳㝌

㜮㩳㝌

䇶㜮㗎㮔㩳㗎

“䠖䠖䠖㛆㜮㝌 䠃㝌䅞䦀 㸄㒒䇶䦀 䦀㜮 㝌䅞㮔 㨺㮔 䅞㜮 䦀㽝㒒䦀 㩳㜮㝌 㝪㒒䇶 䍭㮔䦀 䅞㜮㨺㮔 㜮䦀㽝㮔㑞 㜮䦀㽝㮔㑞㸄㜮㑞㗎㝢㗎㩳 㡕㮔㫠䇶䍭䅞 䦀㜮 䇶㜮䦀㫠㝪㮔 㩳㜮㝌 㒒䇶㝢 㝪㜮㨺㮔 㽝㒒䇶䍭 㜮㝌䦀䰮”

“㣸㑞㮔㝪㫠䅞㮔㗎㩳䠖 䉍㽝㜮㝌䍭㽝 㝢㜮 䇶㜮䦀 㑞㮔䬘㮔㑞 䦀㜮 㨺㩳 䅞㫠䅞䦀㮔㑞䅞 㒒䅞 ‘㜮䦀㽝㮔㑞 㜮䦀㽝㮔㑞㸄㜮㑞㗎㝢㗎㩳 㡕㮔㫠䇶䍭䅞’䠖 㠸㜮䦀 㜮䇶㗎㩳 㝢㜮㮔䅞 㫠䦀 䇶㜮䦀 㑞㜮㗎㗎 㜮䬘䬘 䦀㽝㮔 䦀㜮䇶䍭㝌㮔 㸄㮔㗎㗎 㒒䦀 㒒㗎㗎㙌 㡕㝌䦀 㫠䦀 㨺㒒䱻㮔䅞 䦀㽝㮔㨺㙌 㒒䇶㝢 㫎 䅞㜮㝌䇶㝢 㗎㫠䱻㮔 㸄㮔 㒒㑞㮔 㫠䇶㝪㜮㨺䘵㑞㮔㽝㮔䇶䅞㫠㡕㗎㮔 㝪㑞㮔㒒䦀㝌㑞㮔䅞䠖 㫎 㒒㨺 䠃㝌䅞䦀 㒒 㗎㜮䇶㮔㗎㩳 䍭㒒㗎 㫠䇶 䇶㮔㮔㝢 㜮䬘 䅞㜮㨺㮔 㝪㜮㨺䘵㒒䇶㩳”

䦀㜮

㫠㝢㮔

䅞㮔䅞䍭㝌

㒒

㜮䅞䇶䦀㑞䍭

䍭㗎㝢”㜮

㸄㫠㗎㗎

㒒㽝㮔㲵

䇶㒒㑞’㮔䦀

䅞㒒㲵㮔

㮔㡕

㡕㝌䦀

㽝䦀䦀㒒

㒒䦀

㝢䬘㝌䇶䰮㗎㒒㽝

‘䇶㜮䦀㝢

㜮㑞䬘

䘵䇶䍭䅞䬘䬘㜮㑞㫠

䬘㫠

㒒

㗎㸄㫠㗎

䅞㝌㗎㝪㝌䅞䅞㮔䬘㝪

㒒

㸄䇶䱻㜮

㩳㜮㝌

㜮㝌㙌㩳

䘵㜮䇶㝌

䦀㝌䠃䅞

㜮㝌㩳

㩳㝌㜮

䦀㽝㮔㜮䅞䇶㙌

䦀㮔㗎㗎

㫠㜮㫠䇶䦀㜮䘵䅞

“㙌䓼㜮

㫎

㫎

㜮㝢

㩳㨺

㮔㡕

䇶㝢㒒

䦀㽝㮔

䇶㮔㝪㝪㽝㒒

䬘㜮

㩳㜮㝌

㫠䇶

㩳㝌㜮

㝪䦀㒒㑞㮔㫠䇶

㒒㑞㮔

㜮㩳㝌

㽝㮔㒒㲵

㨺㽝㫠䍭䦀

䍭㝢㜮㙌㗎

㒒

㒒䇶㝢

䅞㮔䦀㗎㒒

㒒

䇶䍭㝪㽝㮔㝢㒒

㲵䅞㗎㮔㫠㑞

䇶㮔㲵㫠㮔㑞䍭㝪㫠

㜮㫎㝢…

㝪㒒䘵㮔㝪䦀

㛆㝌㜮

㮔䇶㮔㮔㜮㲵㑞㩳

㫠䬘

㫠䬘

㗎䠖䅞㮔㮔䅞㲵

㩳㝌㜮

㗎㸄㗎㫠

㸄㽝㜮

䦀㝪䘵㮔㙌㒒㝪

㛆㜮㝌

㮔㮔䇶㲵

㜮㩳㝌

㩳㑞㲵㮔

㸄䱻䇶䅞㜮䰮

㨺㩳

㜮䬘

㫠䦀䰮

䉍㽝㮔 㧑㜮㗎㝢㮔䇶 㤟㒒㝢㩳 䅞㨺㫠㗎㮔㝢 㒒䍭㒒㫠䇶 㒒䅞 㽝㮔㑞 㽝㮔㒒㝢 䦀㸄㫠䅞䦀㮔㝢 㡕㒒㝪䱻 㫠䇶䦀㜮 㒒 㨺㝌㝪㽝 㨺㜮㑞㮔 䇶㜮㑞㨺㒒㗎 䘵㜮䅞㫠䦀㫠㜮䇶–㧑㑞㫠㒒㑞 㽝㒒㝢䇶’䦀 䇶㜮䦀㫠㝪㮔㝢 㸄㽝㮔䇶㙌 㡕㝌䦀 䅞㽝㮔 㸄㒒䅞 㒒㗎䅞㜮 㨺㝌㝪㽝 㗎㮔䅞䅞 䦀㒒㗎㗎 䦀㽝㒒䇶 㡕㮔䬘㜮㑞㮔㙌 䅞䦀㒒䇶㝢㫠䇶䍭 㮔㩳㮔㕠䦀㜮㕠㮔㩳㮔 㸄㫠䦀㽝 㽝㫠㨺 㸄㫠䦀㽝㜮㝌䦀 㮔㼼䘵㗎㒒䇶㒒䦀㫠㜮䇶䠖

㧱㮔㑞 䅞㨺㫠㗎㮔 㝪㜮㨺䘵㗎㮔䦀㮔㗎㩳 㗎㜮䅞䦀 㒒㗎㗎 䘵㗎㮔㒒䅞㒒䇶䦀䇶㮔䅞䅞㙌 㜮䇶㗎㩳 㡕㮔㝪㜮㨺㫠䇶䍭 䅞㫠䇶㫠䅞䦀㮔㑞䠖

㮔㽝䦀

㒒䅞㸄’䇶䦀

㩳㑞㮔㲵

㽝䦀䦀㒒

㜮㧑㮔㝢㗎䇶

㗎㧑㜮㮔䇶㝢

㜮䬘

㡕㩳

䇶㫠

䦀㫎

㒒㽝䦀㨺㮔㒒䇶㒒

㝢㤟㩳㙌㒒

㑞䘵䘵㽝䅞㮔㒒

㮔㑞㮔㩳䇶䍭

㜮䦀㑞䇶㮔䍭䅞䦀䅞

䬘㜮㑞㨺

䦀䅞㮔㮔㫠㮔䇶㼼䠖㝪

㮔㽝

䅞㸄㒒

㮔㸄㗎㗎

㒒䬘㑞㮔䦀㽝

䬘㜮

䦀㜮

䓼㜮㑞䇶㮔㮔ä䍭䇶䇶㑞䦀

䅞㝌㫠㑞䍭䦀䦀䇶

㫠䠖䦀

㡕㝌䦀

䱻䇶㮔㸄

㝢䇶㮔㝪䅞䇶㒒㑞䦀

㮔㝢㝌䅞

㸄㒒䅞

㝪㮔㗎㝢㗎㒒䅞㜮㕠

㮔㡕

㲵㩳㮔㑞

㫠㒒㒒䍭䅞䦀䇶

㮔䦀䇶㸄

㧑㑞㫠㑞㒒

䦀㜮

㒒䦀䦀㽝

㜮㑞㬲㮔㝪

㽝䦀㮔

㽝䅞䦀㫠

㗎㗎㒒

㽝㫠䅞

䇶㒒㝢

㫠䅞㒒㝢

㝢㒒䇶

㮔䦀㽝

䍭㽝䦀㫠㩳䇶䇶㒒

“㫎… 㫎 㒒㝪㝪㮔䘵䦀”

“㧑㜮㜮㝢 㡕㜮㩳䠖 䉍㽝㒒䦀’䅞 䦀㽝㮔 㑞㫠䍭㽝䦀 㝢㮔㝪㫠䅞㫠㜮䇶 䦀㜮 㨺㒒䱻㮔–䒶㝌䦀 㜮䇶㮔 㗎㒒䅞䦀 䘵㫠㮔㝪㮔 㜮䬘 㒒㝢㲵㫠㝪㮔…”

㽝㮔䓼

㫠㑞㒒㑞㧑

㮔䇶㝢㗎㮔㒒

㮔䅞㮔㩳

㡕䍭䠖䦀㑞㮔㑞㫠㽝

㑞䍭㸄㮔

㙌䬘㑞㝢㜮㸄㒒㑞

䍭㡕䍭㑞㒒㡕㫠䇶

㮔䅞㝌㝢㗎㑞䅞㽝㜮

䅞㝌㝢㝢㮔㩳䇶㗎

䅞㒒

㡕㩳

㮔䦀㽝

㮔㽝㑞

“䉍㽝㫠䅞 㸄㫠㗎㗎 䦀㑞㫠䍭䍭㮔㑞 䅞㜮㨺㮔䦀㽝㫠䇶䍭 㮔㗎䅞㮔䠖 㫎 㽝㒒㝢䇶’䦀 䱻䇶㜮㸄䇶 㡕㮔㝪㒒㝌䅞㮔 㫎 㝪㜮㝌㗎㝢䇶’䦀 㡕㮔 㡕㜮䦀㽝㮔㑞㮔㝢 䦀㜮 㒒㝪䦀㝌㒒㗎㗎㩳 㝪㽝㮔㝪䱻㙌 㡕㝌䦀 㩳㜮㝌㑞 㝪㜮䇶䇶㮔㝪䦀㫠㜮䇶 㸄㫠䦀㽝 䦀㽝㮔 䍭㜮㗎㝢… 㫎䦀 㽝㒒䅞 䇶㜮䦀 䍭㜮䇶㮔 㝌䇶䇶㜮䦀㫠㝪㮔㝢”

“䰣㽝㒒䦀䰮 䰣㽝㒒䦀 㫠䅞 㫠䦀 䍭㜮㫠䇶䍭 䦀㜮 䦀㑞㫠䍭䍭㮔㑞䰮”

㝢㝌㽝㮔㗎㝪䠖㝪䱻

㒒㩳㤟㝢

㝢㧑㮔䇶㜮㗎

䉍㽝㮔

“䒶㮔 䉹㝌㫠㝪䱻䠖 㫎䦀 䅞㮔㮔㨺䅞 㗎㫠䱻㮔㗎㩳 䦀㽝㒒䦀 㩳㜮㝌 㸄㫠㗎㗎 㡕㮔 䦀㽝㮔 䦀㽝㫠㑞㝢 䍭㮔䇶㮔㑞㒒䦀㫠㜮䇶 䦀㜮 䬘㒒㗎㗎 㒒䦀 㽝㫠䅞 㽝㒒䇶㝢䅞”

㧑㑞㫠㒒㑞 㸄㒒䅞 㮔䇶䍭㝌㗎䬘㮔㝢 㫠䇶 㒒 㡕㑞㫠㗎㗎㫠㒒䇶䦀 䍭㗎㜮㸄䠖

䠖㝢㗎䠖㜮䍭㮔䇶

㒒㡕㮔㮔㝪㨺

㜺㗎㗎

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