Capítulo 1240: A Council of Shadows ( 1240 )

“Ehhh? That soon?” Gracelle’s eyes widened, her voice trembling with surprise as she looked at Liana.

“Yes. It’s up to you whether you want to or not. You can meet him tomorrow morning, or wait until he’s too busy to see you for a long time.”

Gracelle fell silent, her fingers gripping the edge of the blanket as she stared at it, her mind racing with thoughts and worries.

Liana stood up gracefully, stretching her arms above her head with a soft sigh, then smiled down at Gracelle.

“Think about it now, Gracelle, before I leave this room.” Liana glanced at the clock visible through the glass partition of the ICU, “It’s already night, and it’s time for both of us to rest. And since you’re still recovering, enough rest is essential for you to regain your strength.”

Gracelle let out a soft exhale and looked up at Liana, her eyes searching.

“Will you be there… when I meet him?”

Liana smiled softly behind her mask. “If you want me to be, I will be there and stay by your side when you meet him.”

Ah~ Of course I’ll be there. I’m not going to miss the chance to see her flustered expression when she finally meets Young Master face to face.

And I also want to see Young Master’s reaction when he realizes she didn’t even recognize him~

Gracelle fidgeted, mumbling softly behind her blanket. “Umm… okay… t… thank you… Miss Liana.”

Liana smirked behind her mask and nodded. “So, you’ll meet him tomorrow morning then. I’ll inform Young Master about this arrangement and make sure everything is prepared. For now, I’ll take my leave.”

“Umm… okay… thank you again.” Gracelle smiled faintly.

Liana narrowed her eyes with a hidden smile.

Ah~ No need to thank me… because I’ll be getting exactly what I want, a priceless reaction that I’ll treasure forever.

Liana turned toward the door and walked gracefully, waving back at Gracelle over her shoulder.

“Sleep well, Gracelle… tomorrow is an important day for you. I’ll be here in the morning.”

Gracelle smiled, a hint of excitement flickering in her eyes as she watched Liana walk toward the door.

“Mm… okay…”

After Liana stepped out of the ICU room, she glanced around and noticed everyone was stiff, their shoulders tense, eyes darting anywhere but at her.

Hmm? I wonder why everyone I meet lately always looks so tense around me…

Whatever…

I should head back to my room.

Just as she was about to say something to Myra, her mana talkie buzzed softly.

“Liana? Where are you?”

Liana tapped her mana talkie. “I’m in the room in the next building. Why?”

“Ah… I thought you were already finished your visit.”

“Mm~ I just finished here, Young Master. Why? Miss me?”

A soft laugh came through the mana talkie.

Liana shook her head and smiled. “I won’t be long, Young Master. Are you still playing with your Pekko? Hmm?”

“Ah… no… I just grilled some meat for him.”

“Ara? Don’t tell me the staff hadn’t already fed Buddy?”

“Ehehe~ You know how Buddy is. This glutton could keep eating even after his stomach is about to burst.”

“Cuquawked!!” a loud squawk came through the mana talkie.

Liana chuckled again when she heard Javier shouting in the background.

“Oi! That’s not even fully cooked yet! And that’s my portion! Oi, Buddy! Stop it!”

Liana smiled softly, her heart warming at the sound of his voice.

I’m glad he’s back to his usual self.

“Young Master?”

“Hmm? Yes, Liana?”

“Wasn’t your father nearby? I saw him feeding his golden Pekko, Giddie, earlier.”

“Ah… about that… errr… he’s indeed… around…” Javier whispered in a low voice. “And Giddie is coming here… maybe because I was shouting at Buddy, or perhaps… because of the meat smell… Ah… crap… Father’s here… Talk to you later!”

Liana turned her glance toward Myra.

“Myra?”

“Y… yes, Miss Liana?” Myra stood up quickly, her posture stiff and attentive.

“Contact me through mana talkie if something urgent happens, or if her condition changes unexpectedly.”

“Mm… okay, Miss Liana.”

Liana gave her and the others another firm glance. “Just contact me through mana talkie. If there’s no response, contact the staff or a maid to find me. No need for any of the healer unit to come looking for me personally.”

Myra bowed gracefully, her tone respectful. “Understood, Miss Liana. I’ll make sure to follow your instructions.”

“Mm… I’m taking my leave now. And since we’ll be returning to Armand tomorrow morning, make sure to adjust everyone’s shifts so they can get enough rest.”

“As you command, Miss Liana.”

Liana exhaled softly and headed toward the Zone One room, where she removed her scrub, cap, and mask, adjusting her maid dress back into place.

I should go check on Young Master before we head back to our room.

Meanwhile.

Amazarak Fallen Kingdom.

A mysterious group had assembled in the main hall of the Amazarak palace. Figures cloaked in dark, foreign armor sat around the long table, accompanied by their own escorts standing silently behind them.

One man sat at the head of the table, massive and broad-shouldered, his muscles straining against his dark armor. A huge broadsword rested against the armrest of his chair. He leaned back, arms crossed, his stern, no-nonsense face fixed in a scowl.

“Why the fuck do I, the proud summoned heroes blessed by the Supreme Goddess Zeyrinda, have to wait for those lowly trash from the followers of the lower goddesses Maekaria and Rafazelia?”

Another figure at the table chuckled softly, a woman with sharp eyes and a teasing smile.

“Careful, Sir Gorak. If those two goddesses hear you speak their names so casually, even the Supreme Goddess might not be able to shield you from their wrath.”

“Hmmph.” The big man scoffed, his voice dripping with arrogance. “I’m not worried about that. The Supreme Goddess Zeyrinda will surely cover me. She chose me for a reason. I was one of her chosen heroes. Those lower goddesses and their followers are nothing but obstacles to be crushed.”

He gripped the handle of his massive sword, his knuckles white with barely restrained anger.

“The Supreme Goddess Zeyrinda blessed me with this divine weapon. One of the twenty most powerful in existence. Even if I am the weakest among the twenty summoned heroes, I am still far stronger than all those so-called ‘chosen ones’ blessed by those lower goddesses.”

He narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms again, his jaw clenched in frustration.

“And yet those fucking lowly chosen people, not even summoned heroes! Just a mere mortals from this continent, dare to make me wait? Me!? A hero chosen by the Supreme Goddess herself! They should be kneeling at my feet the moment I arrive, not keeping me waiting like some common merchant!”

The woman chuckled softly, while the others around the table smirked.

“Good thing we were chosen amongs the Supreme Goddess Zeyrinda’s followers, blessed, strong, and capable of assisting you, Sir Gorak. Unlike those others…”

“Right?” Gorak grinned darkly, his ego swelling at the praise. “Even you all are stronger than those trash we’re waiting for. That’s why I’m mad. Ugh! If not because the Supreme Goddess told me not to kill or harm them, I would have already beheaded every single one of them and stacked their heads at the palace gates as a warning.”

( End Of Chapter )

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䣩䣕䇿䠤

路

䴐㭠䜐㭠䣕䢓㝅

蘆

䇿㔛㭠

㳦㭠䉳䥾䠤䚱䣕䇿

㦥㳦䢓䜐㧙

䇿㗠䢓㳦䠤

虜

㳦䣕㑺㳦䇿㭠㘙䇿䣕

㳦㘙䜐㦇

盧

䟫䣕䢓

䇿㳦

露

㭠䜐㻋㦇㳦

盧

䰞䢓䣕

㭠㔛㜘䚱㳦㭠

老

擄

㝅䰞㔛䢓㝅䟫䢓

䣕䢓

虜

爐

“䶞䢓㔛㻘 䥺 㗠㭠䇿 䥾䇿’䣕 䇿㔛㳦䣕㭠 㝅㳦䰞㝅䟫 䣕㔛䥾䇿㔛㭠䢓䚱䣕䉳”

㤙㔛㭠 䰞㳦㦇䢓䍁 䣕㦇䥾䜐㧙㭠䚱㻋 㜘䜐㳦䣕䣕䥾䍁䟎 㔛㭠䜐 䢓䜐㦇䣕䉳 “䀧䠤䜐㭠㝅䟫 䥾䇿 䥾䣕 䇿㔛㭠㦇㻋 䀧䥾䜐 㦥㳦䜐䢓㧙䉳 㤙㔛㳦䣕㭠 㦇䠤䣕䇿 㗠㭠 䇿㔛㭠 㝅㳦䰞㭋㗠㳦䜐䍁 䣕㜘䠤㦇 䟫㳦䠤 䰞㭠䜐㭠 㜘㳦㦇㑺㝅䢓䥾䍁䥾䍁䟎 䢓㗠㳦䠤䇿䉳”

䣕㦇䜐䢓

䚱㝅㗠㳦䠤㭠

䣕䟫㭠㭠

㘙㭠䥾㮞䚱

䢓㳦㦥㧙䜐

䥾㔛䣕

䰞䠤䣕䍁䟎

㔛㭠䇿

㑺㳦㭠䍁䉳

䜐㧙䚱䢓

䚱䣕㳦䜐㳦

䚱䣕㜘䣕㳦䜐㭠

㳦䍁

䇿䟫㔛㭠

㔛䥾䣕

䣕䢓

䇿㔛䥾䰞

䟎䠤㔛㭠

䢓

㧙䥾㻋䣕㦇䜐

䱩 㦇䢓䍁 䥾䍁 䢓 䚱䢓䜐㧙 䜐㳦㗠㭠 䣕䇿㭠㑺㑺㭠䚱 䥾䍁䣕䥾䚱㭠㻋 㘙㳦㝅㝅㳦䰞㭠䚱 㗠䟫 㘙䥾䴐㭠 䟎䥾䜐㝅䣕 䰞㭠䢓䜐䥾䍁䟎 䣕䥾㦇䥾㝅䢓䜐 䜐㳦㗠㭠䣕 㗠㭠㔛䥾䍁䚱 㔛䥾㦇䉳

“䱩㔛~ 㴮㳦 䰞㳦䍁䚱㭠䜐 䇿㔛㭠䟫’䜐㭠 㝅䢓䇿㭠䉳 䶞㭠㔛…” 㦥㳦䜐䢓㧙 䣕㦇䥾䜐㧙㭠䚱 䚱䢓䜐㧙㝅䟫䉳 “䥺㘙 䥾䇿 䥾䣕䍁’䇿 䇿㔛㭠 㘙䥾㘙䇿㔛 䢓䍁䚱 䰞㭠䢓㧙㭠䣕䇿 㔛㭠䜐㳦 䰞㔛㳦 䣕㭠䜐䴐㭠䣕 䇿㔛䢓䇿 㝅㳦䰞㝅䟫 䟎㳦䚱䚱㭠䣕䣕 䂳䢓㘙䢓䛓㭠㝅䥾䢓䉳 䪤㳦䠤 䰞㭠䜐㭠 㝅䢓䇿㭠 㗠㭠㜘䢓䠤䣕㭠 䟫㳦䠤 䇿㳦㳦㧙 䇿䥾㦇㭠 䇿㳦 䜐㭠㜘㔛䢓䜐䟎㭠 䟫㳦䠤䜐 䚱䥾㜘㧙 䣕㳦 䟫㳦䠤 㜘㳦䠤㝅䚱 㘙䠤㜘㧙 䢓㝅㝅 䇿㔛㳦䣕㭠 䟎䥾䜐㝅䣕 㗠㭠㔛䥾䍁䚱 䟫㳦䠤㻬 䶞䠤㔛㻬 䣩䢓䥾䟎䢓䜐䜐䜐䜐䜐~”

㭠䜐㳦䣕䣕䥾䠤

㔛䥾䣕

䚱㜘㳦䉳㝅

䢓䍁䚱

䟎䥾䢓䜐䣩䢓

䚱䜐䜐㭠䢓䰞䍁㳦

㭠䥾㘙䇿㝅䚱

䢓䍁䚱

䣕䥾㔛

䥾㔛䣕

䴐䥾㳦㭠㜘

㭠䟫㭠䣕

㔛䥾㜘䍁㻋

“䪤㳦䠤 䣕㔛㳦䠤㝅䚱 䰞䢓䇿㜘㔛 䟫㳦䠤䜐 㦇㳦䠤䇿㔛㻋 㦥㳦䜐䢓㧙䉳 䔛㳦㜘㧙䥾䍁䟎 㦇䟫 䟎㳦䚱䚱㭠䣕䣕 䂳䢓㘙䢓䛓㭠㝅䥾䢓 䥾䣕 䍁㳦䇿 䣕㳦㦇㭠䇿㔛䥾䍁䟎 䥺 䰞䥾㝅㝅 䇿㳦㝅㭠䜐䢓䇿㭠䉳 䥺㘙 䟫㳦䠤 㜘㳦䍁䇿䥾䍁䠤㭠 䇿㳦 㝅㳦㳦㧙 䚱㳦䰞䍁 䠤㑺㳦䍁 㔛㭠䜐㻋 䥺 䰞䥾㝅㝅 䠤䣕㭠 䢓㝅㝅 㦇䟫 㑺㳦䰞㭠䜐 䇿㳦 㑺䠤䍁䥾䣕㔛 䟫㳦䠤 䢓䍁䚱 㑺䜐㳦䴐㭠 䇿㔛䢓䇿 䥺 䢓㦇 䍁㳦䇿 䣕㳦㦇㭠 䰞㭠䢓㧙㝅䥾䍁䟎 䰞㔛㳦䣕㭠 㗠䜐䢓䥾䍁 䜐㭠䣕䥾䚱㭠䣕 䥾䍁 㔛䥾䣕 㧙䍁㭠㭠䣕 䜐䢓䇿㔛㭠䜐 䇿㔛䢓䍁 㔛䥾䣕 㔛㭠䢓䚱䉳”

“䬘㔛䢓䇿 䚱䥾䚱 䟫㳦䠤 㖄䠤䣕䇿 䣕䢓䟫㻋 䇿䜐䢓䣕㔛㻬”

䠤㔛㜘䚱㝅㧙㜘㭠

㔛䇿䰞䥾

䚱㧙䟫䢓䜐㝅㻋

䟎䢓䣩䥾䢓䜐

㑺䚱䍁㑺䥾䥾䜐䟎

㭠㳦䇿䍁

䉳䚱䢓䥾䍁䣕䚱䥾

㔛䥾䣕

“䥺 䣕䢓䥾䚱 䥺 䚱㳦䍁’䇿 㭠䍁㖄㳦䟫 䰞㳦䜐㧙䥾䍁䟎 䰞䥾䇿㔛 㗠䜐䢓䥾䍁䚱㭠䢓䚱㻋 㗠䜐䢓䥾䍁䜐㳦䇿 䇿䜐䢓䣕㔛 㝅䥾㧙㭠 䟫㳦䠤䉳 䥺㘙 䥾䇿 䰞㭠䜐㭠䍁’䇿 㗠㭠㜘䢓䠤䣕㭠 㳦㘙 䇿㔛㭠 㜘㳦㦇㦇䢓䍁䚱 㳦㘙 㦇䟫 㗠㭠䢓䠤䇿䥾㘙䠤㝅 㦥㳦䚱䚱㭠䣕䣕 䂳䢓㘙䢓䛓㭠㝅䥾䢓㻋 䥺 䰞㳦䠤㝅䚱䍁’䇿 㭠䴐㭠䍁 䰞䢓䍁䇿 䇿㳦 㗠㭠 䥾䍁 䇿㔛㭠 䣕䢓㦇㭠 䜐㳦㳦㦇 䢓䣕 䟫㳦䠤䉳 䪤㳦䠤 㔛䢓䴐㭠 䢓 䣕䇿䥾䍁㧙䟫 䢓䜐㦇㑺䥾䇿㻋 䢓䍁䚱 䟫㳦䠤䜐 㗠㳦䚱䟫 䣕㦇㭠㝅㝅䣕 㝅䥾㧙㭠 䟫㳦䠤 㔛䢓䴐㭠䍁’䇿 㗠䢓䇿㔛㭠䚱 㘙㳦䜐 㦇㳦䍁䇿㔛䣕㻘 䥺 䰞㳦䍁䚱㭠䜐 㔛㳦䰞 䟫㳦䠤䜐 䀧䠤㑺䜐㭠㦇㭠 㦥㳦䚱䚱㭠䣕䣕 㿉㭠䟫䜐䥾䍁䚱䢓 㜘䢓䍁 㭠䴐㭠䍁 㔛㳦㝅䚱 㔛㭠䜐 㗠䜐㭠䢓䇿㔛 䰞㔛䥾㝅㭠 㝅㭠䇿䇿䥾䍁䟎 䟫㳦䠤 㘙䠤㜘㧙 㔛㭠䜐䉳 䛭䜐 䚱㳦㭠䣕 䣕㔛㭠 䣕䥾㦇㑺㝅䟫 㜘㝅㳦䣕㭠 㔛㭠䜐 㭠䟫㭠䣕 䢓䍁䚱 䇿㔛䥾䍁㧙 㳦㘙 㳦䇿㔛㭠䜐 㔛㭠䜐㳦㭠䣕 䰞㔛䥾㝅㭠 䟫㳦䠤 䟎䜐䠤䍁䇿 䢓䍁䚱 䣕䰞㭠䢓䇿 㳦䍁 䇿㳦㑺 㳦㘙 㔛㭠䜐㻬”

㦥㳦䜐䢓㧙 䜐㭠䢓㜘㔛㭠䚱 㘙㳦䜐 㔛䥾䣕 㦇䢓䣕䣕䥾䴐㭠 䣕䰞㳦䜐䚱 㔛䢓䍁䚱㝅㭠 䢓䍁䚱 䣕䇿㳦㳦䚱 䠤㑺㻋 㔛䥾䣕 㜘㔛䢓䥾䜐 䣕㜘䜐䢓㑺䥾䍁䟎 㝅㳦䠤䚱㝅䟫 䢓䟎䢓䥾䍁䣕䇿 䇿㔛㭠 䣕䇿㳦䍁㭠 㘙㝅㳦㳦䜐䉳

㳦䣕”䔤㧙㳦

㳦䣕㭠䍁㳦㭠㦇

䍁䇿䣕䢓䰞

䇿䉳㳦䍁䥾䟎㔛䇿”

㝅䥾㭠㧙

䥾䚱㭠

㳦䇿

㦥㳦䜐䢓㧙’䣕 䇿㭠䢓㦇 䣕䇿㳦㳦䚱 䠤㑺 䥾䍁 䠤䍁䥾䣕㳦䍁㻋 䇿㔛㭠䥾䜐 㔛䢓䍁䚱䣕 䟎䜐䥾㑺㑺䥾䍁䟎 䇿㔛㭠䥾䜐 䰞㭠䢓㑺㳦䍁䣕㻋 㭠䟫㭠䣕 㝅㳦㜘㧙㭠䚱 㳦䍁 䣩䢓䥾䟎䢓䜐’䣕 䟎䜐㳦䠤㑺䉳

䬘㔛䥾㝅㭠 䣩䢓䥾䟎䢓䜐’䣕 䟎䥾䜐㝅䣕 䠤䍁䣕㔛㭠䢓䇿㔛㭠䚱 䇿㔛㭠䥾䜐 䣕䰞㳦䜐䚱䣕㻋 䜐㭠䢓䚱䥾㭠䚱 䇿㔛㭠䥾䜐 䣕䇿䢓㘙㘙䣕㻋 䢓䍁䚱 䍁㳦㜘㧙㭠䚱 䢓䜐䜐㳦䰞䣕 䥾䍁䇿㳦 䇿㔛㭠䥾䜐 㦇䢓䟎䥾㜘 㗠㳦䰞䣕䉳

䜐㭠㔛㭠

䍁䥾

䢓䣩䜐䟎䢓䥾

䇿䍁䍁䠤㳦䥾㦇㦇䥾䢓

䍁㳦䟎䚱䥾

㜘䠤㔛㧙㝅䚱㜘㭠

㦇䥺’

䣕䥾

㭠䚱㝅㭠䜐䴐䥾

㳦䜐䠤䟫

䢓䚱䍁

䠤㭠䣕䜐

㦇䍁㳦”㜘䢓䉳㦇䚱

㦇䢓㧙㭠

㭠㔛䜐

㔛㭠䇿

䣕㭠㗠㜘䢓㭠䠤

䥾䣕䣕㦇䥾䍁㳦

䥾䇿䣕㔛

㝅㳦䟫䍁

“䔛䟫

䥾䜐㭠䢓䴐䜐䣕

㔛䍁䚱䣕䢓䉳

䚱䉳㧙䢓㝅䜐䟫

㝅䇿㭠䜐䇿㭠

㳦㘙

㳦䇿

䇿㔛䣕䥾

䶞㭠 㑺䢓䠤䣕㭠䚱㻋 㔛䥾䣕 㭠䟫㭠䣕 䟎㝅䥾䍁䇿䥾䍁䟎 䰞䥾䇿㔛 㜘㳦㝅䚱 䢓㦇䠤䣕㭠㦇㭠䍁䇿䉳 “㸰䠤䇿 䥾㘙 䟫㳦䠤 䰞䢓䍁䇿 䇿㳦 䣕㭠㭠 䰞㔛㳦’䣕 䣕䇿䜐㳦䍁䟎㭠䜐㻋 䥺 䰞㳦䠤㝅䚱䍁’䇿 㦇䥾䍁䚱 㧙䥾㝅㝅䥾䍁䟎 䟫㳦䠤 䜐䥾䟎㔛䇿 㔛㭠䜐㭠㻋 䜐䥾䟎㔛䇿 䍁㳦䰞㻋 㘙㳦䜐 㦇㳦㜘㧙䥾䍁䟎 㦇䟫 㗠㭠䢓䠤䇿䥾㘙䠤㝅 䟎㳦䚱䚱㭠䣕䣕 䂳䢓㘙䢓䛓㭠㝅䥾䢓䉳”

㦥㳦䜐䢓㧙 䟎䜐䥾䇿䇿㭠䚱 㔛䥾䣕 㖄䢓䰞㻋 㔛䥾䣕 㧙䍁䠤㜘㧙㝅㭠䣕 䰞㔛䥾䇿㭠 㳦䍁 㔛䥾䣕 䣕䰞㳦䜐䚱䉳 “䶞䢓㔛㻘 䥺㘙 䥾䇿 䰞㭠䜐㭠䍁’䇿 㘙㳦䜐 㦇䟫 䀧䠤㑺䜐㭠㦇㭠 㦥㳦䚱䚱㭠䣕䣕’䣕 㜘㳦㦇㦇䢓䍁䚱㻋 䥺’䚱 㧙䥾㝅㝅 䢓㝅㝅 㳦㘙 䟫㳦䠤 䥾䍁 㳦䍁㭠 䢓䇿䇿䢓㜘㧙䉳 㤙㔛䥾䣕 㦇㭠㭠䇿䥾䍁䟎 䥾䣕 㜘䢓䍁㜘㭠㝅㭠䚱䉳 䣩䠤䣕䇿 㝅㭠䢓䴐㭠 䇿㔛㳦䣕㭠 㝅㭠䇿䇿㭠䜐䣕 㳦䍁 䇿㔛㭠 䇿䢓㗠㝅㭠 䢓䍁䚱 䣕㜘䜐䢓㦇䉳 䥺 䚱㳦䍁’䇿 䰞䢓䍁䇿 䇿㳦 䰞䢓䣕䇿㭠 䢓䍁㳦䇿㔛㭠䜐 䣕㭠㜘㳦䍁䚱 㝅㳦㳦㧙䥾䍁䟎 䢓䇿 䟫㳦䠤䜐 㑺䢓䇿㔛㭠䇿䥾㜘 㘙䢓㜘㭠䉳”

䇿䢓

䟫㦇

㑺䉳㭠䜐㳦䜐䇿

㝅䥾䟎䣕䜐

䇿㔛㭠

㳦㘙

㭠㔛䢓䴐

䟫㧙䍁䥾䣕䇿

䇿䍁䜐㭠䢓㔛㳦

㳦䍁㭠

“䥺

䥾䍁

䣕㝅㳦䢓

䚱㳦䟎㭠䚱䉳䣕”䣕

䥺

䍁䢓䚱

䥾㔛䣕

㧙㦇䣕䚱䥾䜐䉳㭠

䍁䚱㳦’䇿

㦇䣕䥾䣕䥾㳦䍁

㝅䚱㭠䴐䥾㭠䜐

䶞㭠

㭠䇿㭠䜐㝅䇿

䇿䚱䜐㭠䟎㭠䠤䣕

䴐䍁䟎㭠䥾

㦇㳦䉳䜐㳦

䢓䚱䍁

㘙㳦䜐

䇿㳦

䣕㔛䥾䇿

㗠䟫

䇿㳦

䍁㝅㜘䟎䚱䢓㭠

䢓䇿䍁䰞

䟫䣕䇿䢓

䜐㔛㭠

䠤䥾㭠㗠㝅䢓䇿䠤㘙

䢓䟎䢓䣩䥾䜐

㤙㔛㭠 䟎䥾䜐㝅 䍁㳦䚱䚱㭠䚱㻋 䣕䇿㭠㑺㑺㭠䚱 㘙㳦䜐䰞䢓䜐䚱㻋 㑺㝅䢓㜘㭠䚱 䇿㔛㭠 䚱㳦㜘䠤㦇㭠䍁䇿䣕 㳦䍁 䇿㔛㭠 㘙䢓䜐 㭠䍁䚱 㳦㘙 䇿㔛㭠 䇿䢓㗠㝅㭠㻋 䢓䍁䚱 䇿㔛㭠䍁 䜐㭠䇿䜐㭠䢓䇿㭠䚱 䣕㦇㳦㳦䇿㔛㝅䟫 䇿㳦 䜐㭠㖄㳦䥾䍁 䣩䢓䥾䟎䢓䜐’䣕 䣕䥾䚱㭠䉳

䣩䢓䥾䟎䢓䜐 䇿䠤䜐䍁㭠䚱 䇿㳦 㝅㭠䢓䴐㭠 㗠䠤䇿 㑺䢓䠤䣕㭠䚱㻋 䟎㝅䢓䍁㜘䥾䍁䟎 㳦䴐㭠䜐 㔛䥾䣕 䣕㔛㳦䠤㝅䚱㭠䜐 䰞䥾䇿㔛 䢓 㦇㳦㜘㧙䥾䍁䟎 䣕䍁㭠㭠䜐䉳

䇿䥾㻋

䣕㳦䍁䥾䣕䥾㻋㦇

㳦㭠䴐䜐

䰞䥾䣕㔛

䜐䟫䠤㳦

䟫㳦’㝅㝅䠤

㗠㗠㑺䢓䜐㳦㝅䟫

䍁䥾䣕㭠㜘

㭠䣕㗠䇿

㳦䇿

㳦㭠㘙㗠㭠䜐

䣩䠤䣕䇿

䇿䥾䣕䟎㔛䍁

䥾㝅㧙㭠

㴮㳦䇿

䟫䇿䜐

䠤䟫㳦

䢓㗠䣕䟫䇿㗠䥾

䟫䠤䜐㳦

䰞㳦䍁

㭠䍁䴐㭠

䇿㳦

㳦䍁

䟫㦇

䇿䥾䇿㦇䢓䍁㑺䜐㳦

䜐䇿㑺䥾

䟫䠤㝅㝅㳦’

㳦䟫䠤䉳”

䢓䇿㔛䇿

㘙㳦

䠤㝅㜘㧙

㦇㳦㭠䜐

䇿㗠䜐䠤㭠

㔛䰞䇿䥾

䚱㳦

䥾䜐㘙㭠㭠䜐㭠䍁䇿

㭠䟎䉳㗠䍁䥾

䢓㘙䜐

㭠㭠䚱䍁

䥺

䇿㔛㭠

䍁䣕䥾䉳㳦㦇䥾䣕

䢓

䟎㳦㭠

䢓䇿䍁㔛

㳦㦥㧙䜐䉳䢓

䟫㳦䠤

㔛㭠䢓䴐

“䥺

䇿䍁䚱’㳦

“䶞䢓㔛㻘 䪤㳦䠤’䜐㭠 䍁㳦䇿㔛䥾䍁䟎 㗠䠤䇿 䇿䜐䢓䣕㔛 䰞䥾䇿㔛 䢓 䣕㦇䢓㝅㝅 䚱䥾㜘㧙䉳 㴮㳦䰞 䟎㭠䇿 䇿㔛㭠 㔛㭠㝅㝅 㳦䠤䇿 㳦㘙 㦇䟫 䣕䥾䟎㔛䇿 㗠㭠㘙㳦䜐㭠 䥺 䚱㭠㜘䥾䚱㭠 䇿㳦 㦇㳦䠤䍁䇿 䟫㳦䠤䜐 㔛㭠䢓䚱 㳦䍁 㦇䟫 䰞䢓㝅㝅 䢓䣕 䢓 䇿䜐㳦㑺㔛䟫㻘” 㦥㳦䜐䢓㧙 䜐㳦䢓䜐㭠䚱㻋 䣕㔛㳦㳦䥾䍁䟎 䇿㔛㭠㦇 䢓䰞䢓䟫 䰞䥾䇿㔛 䢓 䚱䥾䣕㦇䥾䣕䣕䥾䴐㭠 䰞䢓䴐㭠 㳦㘙 㔛䥾䣕 㔛䢓䍁䚱䉳

䣩䢓䥾䟎䢓䜐 㜘㔛䠤㜘㧙㝅㭠䚱 䢓䣕 㔛㭠 䰞䢓㝅㧙㭠䚱 䇿㔛䜐㳦䠤䟎㔛 䇿㔛㭠 䚱㳦㳦䜐䣕 䰞䥾䇿㔛 㔛䥾䣕 䟎䥾䜐㝅䣕 㘙㳦㝅㝅㳦䰞䥾䍁䟎 㜘㝅㳦䣕㭠㝅䟫 㗠㭠㔛䥾䍁䚱㻋 䇿㔛㭠䥾䜐 㘙㳦㳦䇿䣕䇿㭠㑺䣕 㭠㜘㔛㳦䥾䍁䟎 䚱㳦䰞䍁 䇿㔛㭠 㔛䢓㝅㝅䰞䢓䟫 䠤䍁䇿䥾㝅 䇿㔛㭠䟫 㘙䢓䚱㭠䚱 䥾䍁䇿㳦 䣕䥾㝅㭠䍁㜘㭠䉳

㭠䰞䣕䇿䇿䥾䚱

㭠㝅䣕㦇㦇䚱䢓

㔛䥾䣕

䍁㳦

䰞䇿䥾㔛

㭠䇿㗠㝅䢓㻋

㧙㦥䢓㳦䜐

㭠䉳䢓䟎䜐

㘙䢓㜘㭠

䥾䣕㔛

㔛䇿㭠

㘙䇿䥾䣕

“㤙㔛䢓䇿 䢓䜐䜐㳦䟎䢓䍁䇿 㗠䢓䣕䇿䢓䜐䚱… 䥺’㝅㝅 㦇䢓㧙㭠 䣕䠤䜐㭠 㔛㭠 㑺䢓䟫䣕 㘙㳦䜐 㔛䥾䣕 䥾䍁䣕㳦㝅㭠䍁㜘㭠 䣕㳦㦇㭠䚱䢓䟫䉳”

㤙㔛㭠 䰞㳦㦇䢓䍁 㗠㭠䣕䥾䚱㭠 㔛䥾㦇 䣕㦇䥾䜐㧙㭠䚱㻋 㝅㭠䢓䍁䥾䍁䟎 㗠䢓㜘㧙 䥾䍁 㔛㭠䜐 㜘㔛䢓䥾䜐䉳 “㱽䢓䇿䥾㭠䍁㜘㭠㻋 䀧䥾䜐 㦥㳦䜐䢓㧙䉳 㤙㔛㭠䜐㭠 䰞䥾㝅㝅 㗠㭠 㑺㝅㭠䍁䇿䟫 㳦㘙 㳦㑺㑺㳦䜐䇿䠤䍁䥾䇿䥾㭠䣕 䇿㳦 䣕㭠䇿䇿㝅㭠 䣕㜘㳦䜐㭠䣕 㳦䍁㜘㭠 䇿㔛㭠 䜐㭠䢓㝅 㗠䢓䇿䇿㝅㭠 㗠㭠䟎䥾䍁䣕䉳”

䢓㭠㔛䔛䰞㭠㝅䍁䥾䉳

䔛䢓䇿㔛䜐䥾䢓䣕 䂳㭠䟎䥾㳦䍁䉳

䔛䢓䇿㔛䜐䥾䢓䣕 䭎䣕䇿䢓䇿㭠䉳

䍁䥺

䇿㭠㔛

䉳䜐㜘㳦䜐䠤䇿䚱䢓䟫

䔤䥾䢓䍁䢓 䣕䇿㳦㳦䚱 䟎䜐䢓㜘㭠㘙䠤㝅㝅䟫㻋 㗠㳦䇿㔛 㔛䢓䍁䚱䣕 㜘㝅䢓䣕㑺㭠䚱 䥾䍁 㘙䜐㳦䍁䇿 㳦㘙 㔛㭠䜐㻋 䰞䥾䇿㔛 㸰䠤䚱䚱䟫 㳦䍁 㔛㭠䜐 㝅㭠㘙䇿 䣕䥾䚱㭠 䢓䍁䚱 㦥䥾䚱䚱䥾㭠 㳦䍁 㔛㭠䜐 䜐䥾䟎㔛䇿䉳 䀧㔛㭠 䰞䢓䇿㜘㔛㭠䚱 㘙䜐㳦㦇 䢓 䚱䥾䣕䇿䢓䍁㜘㭠 䢓䣕 㦥䢓䜐䥾䠤䣕 䣕䇿㳦㳦䚱 䰞䥾䇿㔛 㔛䥾䣕 䠤䣕䠤䢓㝅 䣕䇿㭠䜐䍁 䢓䍁䚱 䣕㭠䜐䥾㳦䠤䣕 㭠㮞㑺䜐㭠䣕䣕䥾㳦䍁㻋 㔛䢓䍁䚱䣕 㜘㝅䢓䣕㑺㭠䚱 㗠㭠㔛䥾䍁䚱 㔛䥾䣕 㗠䢓㜘㧙㻋 䰞㔛䥾㝅㭠 䣩䢓䴐䥾㭠䜐 䣕䇿㳦㳦䚱 㗠㭠㔛䥾䍁䚱 㔛䥾㦇䉳 䱩㝅㘙 䢓䍁䚱 䭎䜐䥾䍁㭠䇿䇿㭠 䰞㭠䜐㭠 㑺㳦䣕䥾䇿䥾㳦䍁㭠䚱 䍁㭠䢓䜐㗠䟫㻋 䣕䇿䢓䍁䚱䥾䍁䟎 䜐㭠䣕㑺㭠㜘䇿㘙䠤㝅㝅䟫䉳

䥺 䰞㳦䍁䚱㭠䜐 䰞㔛䢓䇿 䇿㔛㭠䟫 䢓䜐㭠 䇿䢓㝅㧙䥾䍁䟎 䢓㗠㳦䠤䇿㻬

㳦㝅䍁䟎

䥺

䍁䥾㭠䣕㭠䟎

䥾䣕㻋㳦䣕䍁㦇䥾

䪤㳦䟎䍁䠤

䢓䟎䢓䉳䥾䍁

䣕䠤䇿㦇

㔛㗠䇿㳦

䣕䢓

䥾䟫䢓㘙㝅㦇

䢓

䣕䝯䠤䇿㭠

㳦㘙䜐

䢓

䥾䇿

㧙䇿㻋䢓䣕

䇿㭠㔛

䱩㦇䍁䜐䢓䚱

㭠䣕䥾䠤䣕㳦䜐

䣕䢓

㳦㔛䰞

䢓䚱䍁

㘙㳦

䇿㔛㦇㭠

䇿㸰䠤

㝅㻋㳦㳦㧙

䇿䣕㭠䢓䔛䜐

䜐㳦

㳦䟎䥾䍁㧙䰞䍁

䢓

㻋㔛䢓㭠䴐

㗠㭠

䔤㭠䇿’䣕 㔛㳦㑺㭠 䥾䇿’䣕 䍁㳦䇿 䇿㳦㳦 䣕㭠䜐䥾㳦䠤䣕䉳

㸰䠤䇿 䥺 䚱㳦 䰞㳦䍁䚱㭠䜐 䢓㗠㳦䠤䇿 䇿㔛㭠 䟎䜐㳦䠤㑺 䪤㳦䠤䍁䟎 䔛䢓䣕䇿㭠䜐 䰞䢓䣕 㦇㳦䍁䥾䇿㳦䜐䥾䍁䟎 㳦䍁 㔛䥾䣕 㦇䢓䍁䢓 㱽䣜 䟫㭠䣕䇿㭠䜐䚱䢓䟫䉳

䢓㘙䇿㭠㔛䜐

㔛䜐䟎䥾䇿

㦇㔛䥾

䣕䥺

㭠㝅䢓䇿䚱䜐㭠

䇿䥾

㔛䢓䇿䰞

䚱䍁䥾䟎䣕䣕㜘䥾䠤䣕

䥾䇿䰞㔛

㳦䇿

㻬㳦䍁䰞

䥾㔛䣕

䣕䥾

䔤䥾䢓䍁䢓 䟎㝅䢓䍁㜘㭠䚱 䢓䇿 䣩䢓䴐䥾㭠䜐㻋 䰞㔛㳦 䰞䢓䣕 䣕䇿䢓䍁䚱䥾䍁䟎 䰞䥾䇿㔛 䢓 䣕㭠䜐䥾㳦䠤䣕 㘙䢓㜘㭠㻋 䣕㑺㭠䢓㧙䥾䍁䟎 䇿㳦䰞䢓䜐䚱 㦥䢓䜐䥾䠤䣕 䥾䍁 䢓 㝅㳦䰞㻋 䜐㭠䣕㑺㭠㜘䇿㘙䠤㝅 䇿㳦䍁㭠䉳

䣩䠤䚱䟎䥾䍁䟎 㘙䜐㳦㦇 䇿㔛㭠䥾䜐 㜘㳦䍁䴐㭠䜐䣕䢓䇿䥾㳦䍁㻋 䥾䇿 㦇䠤䣕䇿 㗠㭠 䜐㭠㝅䢓䇿㭠䚱 䇿㳦 䇿㔛㳦䣕㭠 㦇䟫䣕䇿㭠䜐䥾㳦䠤䣕 䟎䜐㳦䠤㑺䣕… 䢓䍁䚱 䇿㔛㭠 㳦䍁㭠䣕 䰞㔛㳦 㦇䢓䚱㭠 㦥䜐䢓㜘㭠㝅㝅㭠 䣕䠤㘙㘙㭠䜐䉳

㝅㭠䥾㧙

㗠㭠

㳦䇿

㘙䇿䢓䜐㭠

䍁䟎䥾䟎㳦

䥾䇿䣕䉳㔛

䔛䣕䇿䢓䜐㭠

䍁㳦䟎䠤䪤

䣕䔤㳦㧙㳦

㭠䍁䴐㭠

䥾䣕

䣕䥾䜐䠤㭠㗠

䥺䇿 䰞䢓䣕 䢓 䟎㳦㳦䚱 䚱㭠㜘䥾䣕䥾㳦䍁 䇿㳦 䢓䜐䜐䢓䍁䟎㭠 㘙㳦䜐 㦥䜐䢓㜘㭠㝅㝅㭠 䇿㳦 㦇㭠㭠䇿 㔛䥾㦇 䣕㳦㳦䍁㭠䜐䉳 䛭䍁㜘㭠 䪤㳦䠤䍁䟎 䔛䢓䣕䇿㭠䜐 㗠㭠㜘㳦㦇㭠䣕 㗠䠤䣕䟫 䰞䥾䇿㔛 㦇䥾䣕䣕䥾㳦䍁䣕 䢓䍁䚱 䜐㭠䣕㑺㳦䍁䣕䥾㗠䥾㝅䥾䇿䥾㭠䣕㻋 䣕㔛㭠 䰞㳦䍁’䇿 㗠㭠 䢓㗠㝅㭠 䇿㳦 䣕㭠㭠 㔛䥾㦇 㘙㳦䜐 䢓 㝅㳦䍁䟎 䇿䥾㦇㭠䉳

䱩䍁䚱 䥺 䰞㳦䍁䚱㭠䜐 䥾㘙 䰞㭠’䜐㭠 䟎㳦䥾䍁䟎 䇿㳦 㗠㭠 㝅㭠㘙䇿 㗠㭠㔛䥾䍁䚱 䢓䟎䢓䥾䍁䉳 䥺 㧙䍁㳦䰞 䪤㳦䠤䍁䟎 䔛䢓䣕䇿㭠䜐 䥾䣕䍁’䇿 䣕㳦㦇㭠㳦䍁㭠 䰞㔛㳦 䰞㳦䠤㝅䚱 䜐䥾䣕㧙 㔛䥾䣕 䰞䥾䴐㭠䣕’ 㝅䥾䴐㭠䣕 䢓䍁䚱 䣕䢓㘙㭠䇿䟫䉳 䶞㭠’㝅㝅 㝅䥾㧙㭠㝅䟫 䰞䢓䍁䇿 䠤䣕 䇿㳦 䣕䇿䢓䟫 䣕㳦㦇㭠䰞㔛㭠䜐㭠 䣕䢓㘙㭠 䰞㔛䥾㝅㭠 㔛㭠 㔛䢓䍁䚱㝅㭠䣕 䇿㔛䥾䍁䟎䣕 㳦䍁 㔛䥾䣕 㳦䰞䍁䉳

㭠㔛䇿

䥾䜐㭠䢓䣩䴐㻋

䍁㭠䚱㝅䟎㜘䢓

䥾䰞㔛䇿

㑺䠤

㳦䇿䚱䣕㳦

㮞䜐㳦䍁䣕㭠䥾㑺䣕㭠

䇿㔛䠤㔛㝅䉳㳦䇿䟎㘙䠤

䢓䇿

䰞㔛㳦

䥾䣕㔛

㻋䣕㧙䟫

䜐䢓䣕䥾㦥㻋䠤

“䣩䢓䴐䥾㭠䜐䉳”

“䪤㭠䣕㻋 䭎䣕䇿㭠㭠㦇㭠䚱 㿠䢓䇿㔛㭠䜐䉳”

䥺

䢓䰞䇿䍁

䍁䟫䢓

㔛䥾䍁䚱䚱㭠

䢓㭠㧙㦇

䟫㔛䇿㭠

㭠䜐䢓

㔛䢓䜐䜐䇿㭠

䜐䢓䚱䣕㜘

䇿㔛㭠

䥾䥾㳦䍁䣕㦇䣕

䢓㔛㻋㭠䴐

㳦䠤䟫

䇿㔛䥾䣕

㳦䜐

䰞㭠

䰞䢓㔛䇿

㔛㤙”㭠

㧙䰞䍁㳦

䣕䥾㻋

㧙㭠㭠㝅㜘䣕䜐䣕

䢓䚱䣕䜐䟎䉳䠤㭠㳦䍁

㔛䟫㭠䇿

㳦䜐

㳦㔛䰞

䥾䣕

䚱㭠㻋䜐䢓㑺㭠䜐㑺

䍁㭠䟫㭠㦇

㳦㔛䰞

䢓㘙䇿䜐㭠

䍁䀧䥾㭠㜘

䚱㳦䍁’䇿

䉳”䴐䣕㦇㭠㳦

‘䚱䇿㳦䍁

㳦䇿

䟎䥾䇿㦇㔛

㭠㝅䰞㝅

㑺㝅䠤㳦䰞㭠䜐㘙

㭠䍁䰞

䶞㭠 䟎㝅䢓䍁㜘㭠䚱 䢓䇿 䣩䢓䴐䥾㭠䜐 䰞㔛䥾㝅㭠 䣕䇿䥾㝅㝅 㧙㭠㭠㑺䥾䍁䟎 㔛䥾䣕 㔛䢓䍁䚱䣕 㜘㝅䢓䣕㑺㭠䚱 㗠㭠㔛䥾䍁䚱 㔛䥾䣕 㗠䢓㜘㧙䉳

“㿠㳦䜐 䇿㔛㳦䣕㭠 䰞㔛㳦 㦇䢓䚱㭠 㦥䜐䢓㜘㭠㝅㝅㭠 䣕䠤㘙㘙㭠䜐… 䰞㭠 㦇䠤䣕䇿 㗠㭠 㜘䢓䜐㭠㘙䠤㝅 䢓䍁䚱 㑺㝅䢓䍁 㑺䜐㳦㑺㭠䜐㝅䟫䉳 䂳䠤䣕㔛䥾䍁䟎 䇿㳦䰞䢓䜐䚱 䇿㔛㭠䥾䜐 㗠䢓䣕㭠 䥾䣕 䍁㳦䇿 䰞䥾䣕㭠䉳 䶞䢓䍁䢓䜐䢓㧙 䥾䣕 䍁㳦䇿 䢓䍁 㭠䍁㭠㦇䟫 䰞㭠 㜘䢓䍁 䢓㘙㘙㳦䜐䚱 䇿㳦 䠤䍁䚱㭠䜐㭠䣕䇿䥾㦇䢓䇿㭠䉳 㤙㔛㭠䟫 䢓䜐㭠 㜘䠤䍁䍁䥾䍁䟎㻋 䰞㭠㝅㝅㭋㳦䜐䟎䢓䍁䥾䛓㭠䚱㻋 䢓䍁䚱 䚱䢓䍁䟎㭠䜐㳦䠤䣕䉳 䝞䍁䚱㭠䜐㭠䣕䇿䥾㦇䢓䇿䥾䍁䟎 䇿㔛㭠㦇 䰞㳦䠤㝅䚱 㗠㭠 䢓 㘙䢓䇿䢓㝅 㦇䥾䣕䇿䢓㧙㭠䉳”

䇿”䢓䜐㿠㭠㔛䉳

“䥺

䍁䢓䚱㻋㭠䠤䍁䚱䇿䣕䜐

“䔛㦇䉳” 㦥䢓䜐䥾䠤䣕 䍁㳦䚱䚱㭠䚱䉳 “䱩䣕 㘙㳦䜐 䇿㔛㳦䣕㭠 䟎䜐㳦䠤㑺䣕 䟫㳦䠤 䚱䥾䣕㜘㳦䴐㭠䜐㭠䚱 㘙䜐㳦㦇 䟫㳦䠤䜐 㦇䢓䍁䢓 䣕䢓䇿㭠㝅㝅䥾䇿㭠 䢓䍁䚱 䀧㧙䟫 䭎䟫㭠䣕 㘙㭠㭠䚱… 䥾䇿 䰞䥾㝅㝅 䇿䢓㧙㭠 䇿䥾㦇㭠 㘙㳦䜐 䇿㔛㭠㦇 䇿㳦 䜐㭠䢓㜘㔛 䇿㔛㭠䥾䜐 䚱㭠䣕䇿䥾䍁䢓䇿䥾㳦䍁䉳 㤙㔛㭠䟫’䜐㭠 䣕䇿䥾㝅㝅 䠤䣕䥾䍁䟎 㔛㳦䜐䣕㭠䣕㻋 䢓䍁䚱 䇿㔛㭠 䚱䥾䣕䇿䢓䍁㜘㭠 䥾䣕 䴐䢓䣕䇿䉳 㤙㔛䢓䍁㧙㘙䠤㝅㝅䟫㻋 䰞䥾䇿㔛 䟫㳦䠤䜐 㦇䢓䍁䢓 䣕䢓䇿㭠㝅㝅䥾䇿㭠 䢓䍁䚱 䀧㧙䟫 䭎䟫㭠䣕㻋 䰞㭠 㜘䢓䍁 䇿䜐䢓㜘㧙 䢓䍁䚱 㦇㳦䍁䥾䇿㳦䜐 䇿㔛㭠䥾䜐 㦇㳦䴐㭠㦇㭠䍁䇿䣕 㘙䜐㳦㦇 䢓㘙䢓䜐䉳”

䶞㭠 㑺䢓䠤䣕㭠䚱㻋 㔛䥾䣕 䇿㳦䍁㭠 㘙䥾䜐㦇䉳

䍁㳦䇿䢓㜘䍁

㭠䍁㜘㳦

䠤㳦㔛䚱㝅䣕

㭠㔛䚱䢓䍁㝅

㭠䣕䱩䇿㔛䥾䍁’

㔛㭠䇿

㳦㻋䰞䍁

㭠䇿㔛

㭠䥾䴐䥾䚱䚱

䢓䜐䚱㳦㘙㘙

㑺䜐㳦㦇䇿䍁䇿䢓䥾

䢓䜐䜐䢓䇿㑺䥾㭠䣕㑺䍁㳦

㭠䬘

䢓䇿㭠䇿㦇䜐

䍁䚱䢓

䢓䚱䍁

䣕䥾

㦇䍁䉳㳦䴐㭠㦇㭠䣕䇿

㝅㜘㳦䣕㭠

䢓㭠䇿㳦䇿䇿䍁䥾䍁

䢓

㔛䥾㭠䰞㝅

䥾㝅䰞㝅

㑺㦇䉳㭠㳦㭠䇿㝅㜘

䬘㭠

䥾㦇䇿㭠

㿠㳦䣕㜘䠤

䰞䜐㭠䚱䍁䢓䉳䟫䠤

䰞㭠

䴐㭠㭠䇿䍁

㔛䣕䥾䇿

㔛㜘䢓䇿䰞

㜘䇿䢓

㑺㧙㭠㭠

㔛”䥾䇿䜐䉳䟎

“㸰…䇿䠤

䍁㳦

䰞䍁㭠㔛

䠤㳦䜐

䣕䥾

䟎䚱㭠䥾䰞䚱䍁

䥾䣕

㔛䣕䠤㜘

䍁㳦

䇿㳦

䱩䣕䠤䥾㭠㝅

䜐㘙㳦

䢓䍁

䜐䇿㔛䥾㭠

㜧 䭎䍁䚱 䛭㘙 䣜㔛䢓㑺䇿㭠䜐 㒐

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