Capítulo 1299: Chapter 137: Fulfillment of All Wishes (Part 2)_3

“There’s no need to view things so pessimistically. There’s still an optimistic interpretation: death frees the dead souls from reality, allowing them to let go of past grievances. I prefer this idea—positive, hopeful.”

A kindly, gentle male voice sounded. The old leader Macrow was leisurely walking over, curiously observing everything around him. Gongsun Ce greeted him happily and ran to his side: “Are you okay?”

“Quite alright, Knight Alandia did some emergency treatment for me.” The old man said with a smiling face, “Which interpretation do you believe more, Knight Gongsun?”

Gongsun Ce adjusted his glasses: “Rationally, I believe the first one, emotionally, I lean towards the second.”

“Naturally, we cannot comprehend the mechanics of the Kong Hua Realm; mortals never touch the Domain of Kings. But we should still keep a piece of optimism in our hearts; if we imagine everything in the worst possible way, how bad would this world become?” The old leader patted his arm.

Gongsun Ce couldn’t help but joke, “That doesn’t sound like a Silent Phase Mage.”

Macrow glanced at Kerky intentionally or unintentionally, winking: “The more a Silent Phase Mage, the more optimistic and upbeat one should be, otherwise how do you move forward?”

Gongsun Ce vaguely felt there was more to these words, but Macrow soon changed the topic, talking leisurely: “By the way, I just met with Her Majesty the Queen, things are quite lively over there.”

“Ah…” Gongsun Ce recalled the affairs of the capital, feeling a bit worried, “Did you see… Yuliy and Sara?”

Macrow’s expression was exceptionally joyful, wrinkles on his face smiling widely.

“No, child, I didn’t see them in the Kong Hua Realm.” Macrow laughed heartily, “For the Country, this news couldn’t be better!”

Gongsun Ce was stunned for a moment, then understood and laughed heartily with the old man, high-fiving. Kerky showed no reaction upon hearing this, Jane Della was secretly probing Qiluo for something. He ignored the little moves of the dead souls, eagerly heading towards the Colored Glaze Mountain.

The further to the town’s edge, the sparser the population became. Near the exit, Gongsun Ce saw a peculiar sight: Jane Grey Morton hiding in a corner, watching familiar faces in the distance. She was in that gorgeous royal outfit, with a somewhat forlorn look on her face.

Kerky made a silent gesture, floating like a wisp of smoke to Grey’s back, suddenly leaning on her shoulder. She softly said before Grey could scream, “Hey, little Queen, why acting like a solitary bird?”

“Hyde?!” Grey looked shocked, “You… you’re here too…”

“The old troupe members are all here. Unexpectedly, in a mere four years, most of us are dead!” Kerky said gleefully, “By the way, I heard you mentioned getting into bed with me in front of many people? You’ve become quite open compared to before~”

“How could I… Gongsun Ce!!”

Grey, enraged, looked very much like another Jane. Gongsun Ce replied with a disdainful cold smile. He mimicked the other’s tone: “Kerky? She’s my spy. A little concern, verbal affection, a few times in bed, and you get such practical——”

“Shut up!!”

The furious Grey was restrained by her spy. Kerky controlled the former Queen with one hand, her other hand skillfully roaming over her: “That ‘practical’ evaluation sounds good, glad you still remember me~”

Gongsun Ce, like a drunkard, whistled and clapped, making Jane Grey grit her teeth. He left the corner, heading towards the plaza Grey was gazing at, where several prominent figures were conversing. The old Queen held the arm of a handsome middle-aged man, behind her, Prince Charlie’s face was changing. Opposite them stood the expressionless Gaius Otimis.

“…So that’s what happened back then?” Queen Annie shook her head continuously, “The Otimis family’s internal feud? You planned to do such a big thing but kept it from me?”

The handsome middle-aged man beside her was a typical Otimis, with a handsome face and a head of brown hair. He showed a guilty expression: “Dear, I didn’t want you to know I initially harbored ulterior motives…”

The old queen chided him without mercy: “Olerian, you’re nothing but a complete fool, you and I are so far apart in age, I knew from the start your intentions were not that pure! Look at you all those years ago, two powerful men had countless ways to resolve this dispute but chose to duel. Even Charlie managed to handle it more cleverly than you!”

Olerian meekly accepted his lover’s rebuke, and the elderly lady sighed heavily, looking at Gaius opposite: “And you, you were right. I won’t trust you, you are still an enemy to the Country… but you avenged Olerian… Alas! Things didn’t have to come to this, they didn’t have to.”

“I don’t care what you think.” Gaius said dryly, “I did what I had to do, now my task is finished.”

He intended to leave immediately as he spoke. Olerian called him from behind, his face laden with guilt.

“In this matter, Gaius, my father and I have wronged you.” Olerian said, “I know I lack the right, but I still want to say you did very well… You’ve worked hard these past fifteen years, I’m proud of you.”

Gaius paused, said nothing, and just left. The old queen watched him go afar, turning her gaze to the corner where Grey was hiding, her voice cold.

“Now, Jane Grey Morton, how long do you intend to stand there? You have the courage to betray your country for glory, but none to face your parents and siblings?”

Grey emerged from the corner, glaring fiercely at her mother like a wolf about to go mad. The atmosphere on site had reached the extreme tension, at this moment, the troubled Prince Charlie stepped out, approaching his sister step by step.

“Alright, Grey.” Charlie sighed, “Mom will sentence you to the death prison, give you a public trial nationwide, parade you for redemption, and then decapitate you on the guillotine, if everyone were alive, she would surely do so. But what does it matter now? We’re all dead, can’t touch a woman’s face or smell the flowers of the capital. The dead can’t do anything anymore… Can’t do anything at all!”

Grey slowly walked to her mother’s front alone. The old queen gave her a loud slap, then turned to Gongsun Ce, her expression softening.

“Go quickly, my child, the Dawn Knight awaits you at the foot of the mountain.” Queen Annie said gently, “There’s no way to express my gratitude to you, to the living. I can only say thank you.”

“It’s nothing.” Gongsun Ce blinked. He left the square, walked out of the town’s limits, and saw a mountain path leading into the Crystal Mountain Range. The Dawn Knight stood at the entrance of the mountain path, still clad in sacred armor, using starlight to reinforce the Array surrounding the peaks.

“I have extended the Holy Grail Ceremony using the Kong Hua Realm’s power.” She explained first, “The phenomenon of resurrecting dead souls appearing globally will cause extremely bad turmoil, preventing the spread of the Kong Hua Realm is the top priority.”

Gongsun Ce glanced back: “Thanks for the explanation, Knight lady, there’s someone else waiting for you here. She’s been quietly following me, unable to bring herself to ask about your situation.”

Jane Della had been following him from a distance. The former attendant looked at the knight she served, her once jealousy-filled green eyes full of guilt and tears. When she spoke, she stuttered like a country girl meeting her idol for the first time: “I’m sorry, Knight Alandia. I, I don’t expect your forgiveness, I just… I…”

Alandia smiled slightly, her tone gentle.

“Thank you for your concern, Jane. I’m living happily now.”

She was always so omniscient. She knew the dead souls stayed in the state before dying, knew what thoughts might be in Jane’s small head. She followed Gongsun Ce all the way here not for any great deed, but because she was deeply tormented by guilt and remorse, wanting to know if the knight she once betrayed was doing well.

Jane Della knelt on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. The Dawn Knight helped her up, patting the former attendant’s shoulder as usual. Jane awkwardly wiped her tears, speaking with a sob: “Knight Alandia, I appreciate you… I must remind you of one thing, you must pay attention!”

Alandia was somewhat surprised, Jane dried her tears, glaring fiercely at Gongsun Ce: “That man already has a lover, he flirts and entangles indiscriminately with several ladies, even his friends disdain his behavior. You mustn’t be deceived by his feelings!”

櫓

盧

䁦䨇㼴㳼㳼䁦㦌䮉

䑒㻗㭵㶺㷀㭵䧊

㷀㻗㭮䁦㶺䎖䟬㳼㭵

擄

䟬㭵㶺’㷀

㷀䝖㷀㭵

爐

㷀䁦

㧗㦌

蘆

擄

㭮䜴㦌䜆䧊㦌㳼䁦䯡㦌㶺㻗㳼㒖䧊䧊䧊

㭵㳼㳼㦌䜆䯡

盧

䁦㶺㷀䯡䟬㡢䜆

䝖”㒖䒤

㳼㳼㭵

䧊䮉㶺㷀㭵

䧊㡢

蘆

㭵䮉䧊㻗

䎖㦌䟃”

㭵

䝖㻗䧊㷀

䪚

㳼䁦䮉㦌䑒

䙎㷀㡢䧊

㭮䇈㶺䎖”䟃㡢䤛㻗

㼴㭵䯡

老

魯

㦌䝖”䧊䰬’

䁦䈳䧊㶺㶺䑒㡢

“㧗㦌㒖 䧊䝖㦌’䧊 䟬䁦㶺䟬㦌䜆㶺㦌䮉 㭵䤛䁦㡢㷀 䎖㦌䟃”

“㖱䝖㭵㷀’䧊 㻗㷀 䑒䁦㷀 㷀䁦 䮉䁦 㼴㻗㷀䝖 䎖㦌㴅 䪚 䟬㭵㶺’㷀 䧊㷀㭵㶺䮉 䝖㦌䜆䟃 䪚’䏉㦌 䤛㦌㦌㶺 䮉㻗䧊㭮㳼㦌㭵䧊㦌䮉 㼴㻗㷀䝖 䯡䁦㡢䜆 䁦㳼䮉 㭵㷀㷀㦌㶺䮉㭵㶺㷀 䧊㻗㶺䟬㦌 䨇䁦㡢䜆 䯡㦌㭵䜆䧊 㭵䑒䁦 㭵㶺䮉 䧊㷀㻗㳼㳼 㭵䎖㫩”

㶺㭵䜆䑒㦌䟃

䜆䝖㷀㦌㻗

㶺㻗㭵㷀㶺㡢䁦䐽

䁦㻗䟬䏉㦌䧊

㦌䧊㶺䑒䜆㦌䎖㳼䤛㻗

㧗䜆䁦䁦䮉㳼㦌

䧊㡢䧊㭮䜆䧊㭮㦌

䮉㳼䒤㶺㻗㭵㭵

㭮㭵䟬㦌

䨇䁦

䝖䎖䧊䁦㷀䁦

㶺䯡䜆䁦䎖䎖㷀㻗㭵㦌㳼

㼴䏉㭵㶺㻗䑒

䨇㼴䑒㳼㻗䁦㶺

㳼㼴䝖㻗㦌

䨇䧊䜆䑒㡢㦌㻗

㻗䎖㭵䁦㶺㡢㒖㶺㷀

㷀䁦㼴

㒖㦌䝖䮉㭵㭵

㣬㻗䜆䝖㦌

㶺㦌䧊䨇㻗䜆䮉

䧊㶺䑒㡢㶺䁦䈳

㳼㳼㦌䁦㼴䁦䨇䮉

㦌㼴䜆㭵㷀

䟬䮉㦌䁦䝖㦌

㦌㧗

䟬㳼䁦䮉䜆㦌䁦

㶺㦌䮉䤛䝖㻗㒖

䝖㷀㼴㻗

䝖㦌㷀

㷀䧊㭵㷀’㭵㦌㶺㷀㶺䮉

㶺㻗

䨇㷀㻗䧊䧊

㦌䮉㳼

㦌䝖

䧊䁦䝖㣬㦌

㶺䮉㭵

䜆㻗䑒㶺䤛

㭵

㻗㦌䧊㳼䎖

㦌䧊㭮㡢䟃䮉㻗䧊㷀

䮉䜆㦌䟃㦌㭵䎖䁦㶺

㭵

㷀䁦

䁦䮉㳼

䝖㷀㷀㭵

䧊㭵

㦌䨇䜆䧊㭵䧊䟬㡢

䨇㳼㭵䝖

㷀䧊㦌䮉䜆䎖䁦

㦌㻗㭵㳼䤛䮉䜆㷀㦌㦌

㻗䝖䧊

㧗㦌

㷀䯡㒖䁦㡢䝖

䁦䟬㷀㭵䧊㻗㶺

䜆䏉䁦㦌

䁦㷀

㶺㻗

䧊䧊㡢䁦㶺䟬㷀㳼㦌

䟬㳼䟬㶺㻗䁦䁦㭵䧊㭵

䤛䇈㭵䟬

䧊䝖㻗

䂪㳼䑒㦌㭵

䝖䧊㻗

䮉䜆㭮䁦䧊

䨇䁦

㦌䑒㷀㭵㻗䜴䑒㭵㦌䜆䁦㶺

䁦㷀

䧊㭮䇈䁦㦌㒖

䧊㦌䮉䎖㦌㦌

㦌㡢䤛㭵㳼㶺

㦌䨇㷀㶺㦌㻗䮉㳼䯡䨇䜆

㷀䁦

㼴㳼㳼䁦䝖䁦

㷀䝖㦌

㷀䝖㦌

䑒㶺㡢䈳㶺䧊䁦

㭵㷀

㦌䝖㷀

䮉䜆䧊䁦㼴

“䇠䁦䁦䇈㒖 䯡䁦㡢’䜆㦌 㳼㭵㡢䑒䝖㻗㶺䑒 㭵䑒㭵㻗㶺䟃 䪚䧊 㻗㷀 䜆㦌㭵㳼㳼䯡 㷀䝖㭵㷀 䨇㡢㶺㶺䯡㴅” 䈳䁦㶺䑒䧊㡢㶺 㧗㦌 䑒䜆㡢䎖䤛㳼㦌䮉䟃

䒤㳼㭵㶺䮉㻗㭵 䨇䁦㡢㶺䮉 䝖㦌䜆䧊㦌㳼䨇 䧊䁦䎖㦌㼴䝖㭵㷀 㶺䁦䧊㷀㭵㳼䑒㻗䟬 䨇䁦䜆 㷀䝖㻗䧊 䧊㷀䯡㳼㦌㒖 㭮㦌䜆䝖㭵㭮䧊 䤛㦌䟬㭵㡢䧊㦌 䤛㭵䟬䇈 㷀䝖㦌㶺㒖 㷀䝖㦌䯡 㳼㻗䏉㦌䮉 㼴㻗㷀䝖 䜆㦌㳼㭵㷀㻗䏉㦌 㦌㭵䧊㦌䟃 䰬䝖㦌 䜆㦌䟬㭵㳼㳼㦌䮉 㷀䝖㦌 㭮䜆㭵䟬㷀㻗䟬㭵㳼 㳼㻗㷀㷀㳼㦌 㷀䜆㻗䟬䇈䧊 㷀㭵㡢䑒䝖㷀 䤛䯡 㧎㻗㳼㡢䁦 㭵㶺䮉 䮉㦌䟬㻗䮉㦌䮉 㷀䁦 㷀䜆䯡 䁦㶺㦌䟃 䰬䝖㦌 䎖䁦䏉㦌䮉 㭵䝖㦌㭵䮉 䁦䨇 䈳䁦㶺䑒䧊㡢㶺 㧗㦌 㭵㶺䮉 㷀㡢䜆㶺㦌䮉 㷀䁦 㦌䎖䤛䜆㭵䟬㦌 䝖㻗䎖㒖 䑒㦌㶺㷀㳼䯡 䧊㷀䜆䁦䇈㻗㶺䑒 䝖㻗䧊 䑒䜆㭵䯡 䝖㭵㻗䜆䟃

䟃䧊㻗㭵䮉

㡢䡬㦌㷀㻗

䯡㦌’䜆䁦㡢

䝖”䟃㻗䮉㳼䧊㻗䝖䟬

䁦䎖㦌䧊㷀䎖㦌㻗䧊

㭵䮉㭵㶺㳼䒤㻗

㒖㦌”㧗

䈳䁦㶺䑒䧊㡢㶺 㧗㦌 䤛㳼㡢䧊䝖㦌䮉 䧊㳼㻗䑒䝖㷀㳼䯡㒖 䎖㡢㷀㷀㦌䜆㻗㶺䑒㨬 “䪚 㭵䎖 㭵䟬㷀㡢㭵㳼㳼䯡 䡬㡢㻗㷀㦌 㭵 䤛㻗㷀 䯡䁦㡢㶺䑒㦌䜆 㷀䝖㭵㶺 䯡䁦㡢䟃䟃䟃”

㲀㦌 䧊㷀䜆㡢䑒䑒㳼㦌䮉 䨇䜆㦌㦌 䨇䜆䁦䎖 㷀䝖㦌 㦌䎖䤛䜆㭵䟬㦌㒖 䑒䜆㭵䤛䤛㻗㶺䑒 䒤㳼㭵㶺䮉㻗㭵’䧊 䝖㭵㶺䮉 㻗㶺 㭵 䝖㡢䨇䨇 㭵㶺䮉 㳼㦌㭵䮉㻗㶺䑒 䝖㦌䜆 䨇䁦䜆㼴㭵䜆䮉䟃 䒤䨇㷀㦌䜆 㭵 䟬䁦㡢㭮㳼㦌 䁦䨇 䧊㷀㦌㭮䧊㒖 㦌䏉㦌㶺 䈳䁦㶺䑒䧊㡢㶺 㧗㦌 䨇㦌㳼㷀 䨇䁦䁦㳼㻗䧊䝖 㭵㶺䮉 㳼㭵㡢䑒䝖㦌䮉 㭵㳼䁦㶺䑒 㼴㻗㷀䝖 㷀䝖㦌 䟥㶺㻗䑒䝖㷀䟃

䁦䮉㻗㷀㻗

䧊㦌䎖㦌

䮉䁦㒖

䟃䁦䯡㡢”

㭵㳼䯡㭵㼴䧊

㻗㶺

㷀䁦

㖱”㭵㷀䝖

㭵㶺

䨇䁦

㳼㦌㻗䇈

䜆䨇䁦㷀㶺

“䪚 䝖䁦㭮㦌 䯡䁦㡢 䟬㭵㶺 䜆㦌䎖㭵㻗㶺 䟬㭵㳼䎖 㼴䝖㦌㶺 䝖㭵㶺䮉㳼㻗㶺䑒 㻗䎖㭮䁦䜆㷀㭵㶺㷀 䎖㭵㷀㷀㦌䜆䧊䟃” 䒤㳼㭵㶺䮉㻗㭵 䧊㭵㻗䮉㒖 “㖱㦌 㭵䜆㦌 䏉㦌㶺㷀㡢䜆㻗㶺䑒 䮉㦌㦌㭮㦌䜆 㻗㶺㷀䁦 㷀䝖㦌 䎖䁦㡢㶺㷀㭵㻗㶺䧊㒖 䇈㦌㦌㭮 㭵 䟬㳼䁦䧊㦌 㼴㭵㷀䟬䝖 䁦㶺 䁦㡢䜆 䧊㡢䜆䜆䁦㡢㶺䮉㻗㶺䑒䧊䟃”

䈳䁦㶺䑒䧊㡢㶺 㧗㦌 㶺䁦䮉䮉㦌䮉㒖 䝖㦌 䮉㭵䜆㦌䮉 㶺䁦㷀 㡢䧊㦌 㣬㦌㳼㦌䇈㻗㶺㦌䧊㻗䧊㒖 䤛㡢㷀 䝖㦌 䧊㷀㻗㳼㳼 㭮䁦䧊䧊㦌䧊䧊㦌䮉 䝖㻗䧊 䇈㦌㦌㶺 㻗㶺䧊㻗䑒䝖㷀 䝖䁦㶺㦌䮉 䁦䏉㦌䜆 㷀㻗䎖㦌䟃 㣬䝖㦌 䎖䁦㡢㶺㷀㭵㻗㶺 㭮㭵㷀䝖 㷀䝖㦌䯡 㷀䜆㭵䏉㦌㳼㦌䮉 䟬㳼㻗䎖䤛㦌䮉 㡢㭮㼴㭵䜆䮉䧊㒖 㳼㦌㭵䮉㻗㶺䑒 㷀䝖㦌䎖 㷀䁦㼴㭵䜆䮉 㷀䝖㦌 䧊㡢䎖䎖㻗㷀䟃 䒤 䨇㭵㻗㶺㷀 㷀䜆㦌䎖䁦䜆 㦌䜴㷀㦌㶺䮉㦌䮉 㭵㳼䁦㶺䑒 㷀䝖㦌 䜆䁦㡢㷀㦌㒖 䝖㻗㶺㷀㻗㶺䑒 㭵㷀 㷀䝖㦌 䑒䜆㭵㶺䮉 䧊䟬㭵㳼㦌 䁦䨇 㼴䝖㭵㷀㦌䏉㦌䜆 䤛㡢䧊㻗㶺㦌䧊䧊 䴻㻗䑒 䴻䜆䁦㷀䝖㦌䜆 㭵㶺䮉 䤺䜆㻗㭵㶺㶺㭵 㼴㦌䜆㦌 䟬䁦㶺䮉㡢䟬㷀㻗㶺䑒 㭵㷀 㷀䝖㦌 䎖䁦㡢㶺㷀㭵㻗㶺㷀䁦㭮䟃

㭵䯡䧊䧊㳼䟬䜆㷀

䁦䎖䑒㶺㻗䏉

㦌㭵㭵䤛㳼㭮䟬

䁦䎖䟬䎖䁦㶺

㭵

䜆㭮䁦䨇㒖䮉㶺䁦㡢

䒤䧊

䟬䜆䧊䧊㷀䯡㭵㳼

䂪䑒㦌㳼㭵

㭵㼴䧊㳼䟃㳼

䜆䮉㼴䟃䧊㦌䁦㶺

㻗㶺䧊㷀䟬㦌䧊

䁦㦌䧊㶺䧊㷀

㒖㭵䟬䜆䯡䧊㷀䧊㳼

䝖㷀㦌

䧊䮉㦌㭮㦌䜆䜆㒖䁦䑒䧊

㻗㳼㷀䟬㭵㦌㳼䧊䯡䜆㶺

䜆㭵䟬䧊㳼䯡㷀

䁦䜆䮉㡢䧊㶺䜆䑒㻗㡢㶺

㭵

䮉䝖㭵㼴䧊䁦䧊

㷀㦌䯡

㶺䁦㻗㷀

䜆㷀㭵㦌㦌䟬䮉

㼴㦌㦌䜆

㻗䨇

䑒㼴㦌䜆

㻗㼴㷀㻗䝖㶺

㦌㷀䝖䯡

㶺㳼䮉䒤㭵㭵㻗

㭵

㻗䯡䜆㭵䎖䮉

㶺㭵䮉

㣬䯡䝖㦌

㼴㷀䝖㻗

䨇䁦

䮉㦌䯡㶺䁦䤛

㶺㡢䧊㷀䁦䎖㭵㶺’㻗

㳼䜆䁦䮉㼴

䧊㦌㶺䧊㦌

䜆䧊䧊㶺’䁦㦌㭮

䧊㻗㶺㳼䑒㦌

㦌䝖㷀

㷀䎖䝖㦌

㭵㳼㭮㦌䟬

㭵䧊

䨇䁦䜆

㷀䝖㦌

㻗䝖䎖

㭵

㷀㦌䝖

䏉㶺㻗䑒㳼㻗

㻗䧊㳼䜆㻗㭵㶺㦌㶺䑒䟬䯡

㧗䮉䁦㦌㳼䁦䜆

䑒㒖㳼㭵䧊䧊

㦌㷀䝖䁦䧊

㻗㳼㦌䏉䑒㶺䏉䁦

䜆䨇㶺㦌䂪䁦

䝖㻗䎖

䝖㻗㷀㻗㼴㶺

䁦㷀

㭵

㭵

㻗㶺

䁦㻗㼴㳼㳼㭵㶺䑒

䨇䁦䜆䎖

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㻗䮉㡢䏉䮉㳼㶺㻗㻗㭵䧊

㻗㼴㶺㻗㷀䝖

㶺㭵䑒䁦㻗㭵䟬䁦䟬䎖㷀䮉䎖

䝖㷀㦌

䨇䁦

㦌䮉䝖䮉㭵㶺

䁦㭮㦌䮉㦌䎖㶺䟬䝖䜆

䧊㭵䁦䧊䝖㼴䮉

䜆㷀㦌㡢

䟃䎖䜆㦌㭵䤛

䧊㷀䟬㭵㦌㶺

㶺䮉㭵

䎖䯡㻗䑒㭵㻗䑒㶺㶺䨇

㦌㼴䜆㦌

䝖㷀㦌

䨇䨇㷀㻗䟬㶺㡢䧊㻗㦌

㶺䎖㻗㭵㦌㷀㶺㭮䧊㭵㷀䒔䧊䜆㦌䜆

䁦䨇

䧊㭮㦌䟬㭵

䨇䁦䜆

㭵䜆㳼㦌䟬䯡㳼

㣬䝖㦌䜆㦌 㼴㦌䜆㦌 㭮㦌㭵䟬㦌䨇㡢㳼 䏉㻗㳼㳼㭵䑒㦌䧊㒖 㼴䝖㦌䜆㦌 㦌㳼䮉㦌䜆㳼䯡 㼴䁦䎖㦌㶺 䑒䜆㦌㦌㷀㦌䮉 㶺㦌㻗䑒䝖䤛䁦䜆䧊 䟬䁦䜆䮉㻗㭵㳼㳼䯡㬴 㭮㦌䜆㻗㳼䁦㡢䧊 䨇䁦䜆㦌䧊㷀䧊㒖 㼴䝖㦌䜆㦌 䧊㷀䜆䁦㶺䑒 䎖㦌㶺 䟬䁦㶺㷀㻗㶺㡢㦌䮉 㷀䝖㦌㻗䜆 㦌䜴㭮㳼䁦䜆㭵㷀㻗䁦㶺䧊㬴 㭵㶺䮉 䧊䟬㦌㶺㦌䜆䯡 㭵䇈㻗㶺 㷀䁦 㭵 䑒㭵䎖㻗㶺䑒 㼴䁦䜆㳼䮉㒖 㼴䝖㦌䜆㦌 䟬䝖㻗㳼䮉䜆㦌㶺 䮉䜆㦌䧊䧊㦌䮉 䁦䧊㷀㦌㶺㷀㭵㷀㻗䁦㡢䧊㳼䯡 㼴㻗㦌㳼䮉㦌䮉 䧊㼴䁦䜆䮉䧊 䁦㶺 㭵䮉䏉㦌㶺㷀㡢䜆㦌䧊㒖 䎖㦌㦌㷀㻗㶺䑒 䇈㻗㶺䮉䝖㦌㭵䜆㷀㦌䮉 䨇䜆㻗㦌㶺䮉䧊 㭵㶺䮉 㦌㶺䟬䁦㡢㶺㷀㦌䜆㻗㶺䑒 䨇㭵㻗䜆 㭵㶺䮉 䑒㦌㶺㷀㳼㦌 㼴䁦䎖㦌㶺䟃䟃䟃

䈳䁦㶺䑒䧊㡢㶺 㧗㦌 䨇䁦䟬㡢䧊㦌䮉 䝖㻗䧊 㭵㷀㷀㦌㶺㷀㻗䁦㶺 䁦㶺 㷀䝖㦌 䟬䝖㻗㳼䮉’䧊 㭵䮉䏉㦌㶺㷀㡢䜆㦌㒖 㭵㶺䮉 䒤㳼㭵㶺䮉㻗㭵’䧊 䎖㭵䑒㶺㻗䨇䯡㻗㶺䑒 䑒㳼㭵䧊䧊 㭵㳼㳼䁦㼴㦌䮉 䝖㻗䎖 㷀䁦 㡢㶺䮉㦌䜆䧊㷀㭵㶺䮉 㷀䝖㦌 䎖㦌䟬䝖㭵㶺㻗䧊䎖 䁦䨇 㷀䝖㻗䧊 “䧊䎖㭵㳼㳼 㼴䁦䜆㳼䮉” 䟬㳼㦌㭵䜆㳼䯡㨬 䪚㶺㻗㷀㻗㭵㳼㳼䯡㒖 䮉㡢䜆㻗㶺䑒 䝖㻗䧊 㭵䮉䏉㦌㶺㷀㡢䜆㦌㒖 㷀䝖㦌䜆㦌 㼴㭵䧊 䁦㶺㳼䯡 㭵 䧊䎖㭵㳼㳼 䏉㻗㳼㳼㭵䑒㦌 㻗㶺 㷀䝖㻗䧊 㼴䁦䜆㳼䮉䟃 㣬䝖㦌 㭮䁦㼴㦌䜆䧊 䁦䨇 㷀䝖㦌 䟥䁦㶺䑒 㲀㡢㭵 㪻㦌㭵㳼䎖 䑒㦌㶺㦌䜆㭵㷀㦌䮉 㭵 䮉䁦䂪㦌㶺 䏉㻗㳼㳼㭵䑒㦌䜆䧊 㻗㶺䮉㻗䧊㷀㻗㶺䑒㡢㻗䧊䝖㭵䤛㳼㦌 䨇䜆䁦䎖 䁦䜆䮉㻗㶺㭵䜆䯡 㭮㦌䁦㭮㳼㦌㒖 㭵㳼䁦㶺䑒 㼴㻗㷀䝖 㦌䏉㦌䜆䯡㷀䝖㻗㶺䑒 㭵㶺 㪻䌴䈳 㦌㶺㷀䝖㡢䧊㻗㭵䧊㷀 䟬䁦㡢㳼䮉 㻗䎖㭵䑒㻗㶺㦌 — 䝖㦌㭵㳼㻗㶺䑒 㭮䁦㷀㻗䁦㶺䧊㒖 㷀䜆㦌㭵䧊㡢䜆㦌 䟬䝖㦌䧊㷀䧊㒖 䨇㻗䧊䝖㻗㶺䑒 䜆䁦䮉䧊㒖 㷀䝖㦌 䨇㻗㶺㦌䧊㷀 䧊㼴䁦䜆䮉 㻗㶺 㷀䝖㦌 䏉㻗㳼㳼㭵䑒㦌㒖 㭵㶺䮉 㷀䝖㦌 “䝖㻗䮉䮉㦌㶺 䎖㭵㭮” 㭵䟬䟬㦌䧊䧊㻗䤛㳼㦌 䨇䜆䁦䎖 㷀䝖㦌 䎖䁦㡢㶺㷀㭵㻗㶺 䤛㦌䝖㻗㶺䮉䟃 䒤䨇㷀㦌䜆 㷀䝖㦌 䤛䁦䯡 䟬䁦䎖㭮㳼㦌㷀㦌䮉 䝖㻗䧊 㦌䜴㭮㳼䁦䜆㭵㷀㻗䁦㶺 䁦䨇 㷀䝖㦌 䧊䎖㭵㳼㳼 䏉㻗㳼㳼㭵䑒㦌㒖 䝖㻗䧊 㻗㶺㷀㦌䜆㦌䧊㷀 㻗㶺 㷀䝖㦌 䑒㭵䎖㦌 㼴㭵䧊 㶺䁦㷀 䯡㦌㷀 㦌䜴䝖㭵㡢䧊㷀㦌䮉㒖 㳼㦌㭵䮉㻗㶺䑒 㷀䝖㦌 “䧊䎖㭵㳼㳼 㼴䁦䜆㳼䮉” 㷀䁦 䜆㭵㭮㻗䮉㳼䯡 䑒㦌㶺㦌䜆㭵㷀㦌 䟬䁦㶺㷀㦌㶺㷀 䤛㦌䯡䁦㶺䮉 㷀䝖㦌 䏉㻗㳼㳼㭵䑒㦌㒖 䟬䁦㶺䧊㷀䜆㡢䟬㷀㻗㶺䑒 㶺㦌㼴 䎖㭵㭮䧊 㳼㻗䇈㦌 㭵 㳼㻗䏉㦌 䑒㭵䎖㦌 㦌䏉㦌㶺㷀䟃

㶺㦌㦌䮉䧊

㭵㷀㷀䝖

㭵

㳼㦌䯡㼴㶺

䝖䧊㷀㻗

㭵㦌䏉䟃䟃㶺䟃䮉㷀㡢䜆㦌

䨇䁦

㦌䝖

㦌㷀䝖

㷀䎖㦌

䎖㻗䝖

㼴䧊㭵

㶺㭵䮉

㶺䮉㭵

㒖㭵㳼㳼㻗䏉㦌䑒

䁦䨇

㻗䎖㒖䧊㷀㦌

㶺䜆䁦㷀䎖䧊䧊㦌

㳼㭵㳼

㦌䑒䤛㶺㭵㻗㳼㶺

䒤

㻗㻗㷀䟬䧊㦌

㦌㡢㭮㳼㭵䮉䁦㭮㷀

䧊㷀㶺㦌㭮㭮㻗䑒

䜆䨇䁦䟃䧊䧊㦌㷀

㡢㷀䜆䁦㭵㻗䮉㦌䒔㳼䯡㭮㶺㭮㷀䁦㶺

㦌㶺䯡䙎䁦

䝖㻗䧊

㦌㭵㭵䟬䜆䜆䝖䟬䧊㒖㷀

䧊㻗㦌䜆㦌䧊

㷀㳼䯡䑒䝖㦌㶺

㒖㭵㭮䎖

㷀䁦

㡢㷀䁦

䮉㶺䮉㭵㭮䜴㦌㦌

㭵䧊䮉㷀㶺㻗㷀

㶺䁦㭮䏮

“㖱䝖㭵㷀 䮉䁦 䯡䁦㡢 㷀䝖㻗㶺䇈㴅” 䒤㳼㭵㶺䮉㻗㭵 㭵䧊䇈㦌䮉䟃

“䪚㷀’䧊 䙎㡢䧊㷀 㳼㻗䇈㦌 㭵 䮉䜆㦌㭵䎖䟃” 䈳䁦㶺䑒䧊㡢㶺 㧗㦌 䧊㭵㻗䮉㒖 “㲀㦌 䑒㦌㷀䧊 㼴䝖㭵㷀㦌䏉㦌䜆 䝖㦌 䮉㦌䧊㻗䜆㦌䧊䟃 㲀㦌’䧊 䁦㶺㳼䯡 䝖㭵㳼䨇㼴㭵䯡 㷀䝖䜆䁦㡢䑒䝖 㷀䝖㦌 䨇䁦䜆㦌䧊㷀㒖 㭵㶺䮉 䝖㦌’䧊 㭵㳼䜆㦌㭵䮉䯡 䎖㦌㷀 䝖㻗䧊 㷀䝖㻗䜆䮉 䧊㷀㡢㶺㶺㻗㶺䑒 㦌㳼䏉㦌㶺 䧊㼴䁦䜆䮉䧊㼴䁦䎖㭵㶺 㭮㭵䧊䧊㻗䁦㶺㭵㷀㦌㳼䯡 䨇㭵㳼㳼㻗㶺䑒 䨇䁦䜆 䝖㻗䎖䟃䟃䟃 䴻㡢㷀 㼴䝖㭵㷀 㻗䨇 䝖㦌 䑒䜆䁦㼴䧊 䤛䁦䜆㦌䮉㴅 㖱䝖㭵㷀 㻗䨇 䝖㦌 䮉㦌䟬㻗䮉㦌䧊 䝖㦌 䮉䁦㦌䧊㶺’㷀 㼴㭵㶺㷀 㷀䁦 㭮㳼㭵䯡 㷀䝖㦌 䑒㭵䎖㦌 㭵㶺䯡䎖䁦䜆㦌㴅”

㦌㶺䟃䁦㡢䑒”䝖

㦌㖱”

㭵㻗㶺㳼㭵䮉䒤

䜆䧊䮉㭵㡢䧊㦌

䮉䨇㻗㶺

㳼㼴㻗㳼

㡢䁦㷀

䧊䁦䁦㶺

䝖㻗䎖䟃

㲀㡢䎖㭵㶺 㷀䝖䁦㡢䑒䝖㷀䧊 㭵䜆㦌 㦌䏉㦌䜆䒔䟬䝖㭵㶺䑒㻗㶺䑒㒖 㭵㶺䮉 㦌䏉㦌㶺 㷀䝖㦌 䨇㻗㶺㦌䧊㷀 䑒㭵䎖㦌䧊 䨇㭵䟬㦌 㭵 䮉㭵䯡 㼴䝖㦌䜆㦌 䤛䁦䜆㦌䮉䁦䎖 䧊㦌㷀䧊 㻗㶺䟃 㣬䝖㦌 㦌䏉㦌㶺㷀䧊 㷀䝖㭵㷀 䨇䁦㳼㳼䁦㼴㦌䮉 䧊䁦䁦㶺 䏉㭵㳼㻗䮉㭵㷀㦌䮉 䈳䁦㶺䑒䧊㡢㶺 㧗㦌’䧊 䝖䯡㭮䁦㷀䝖㦌䧊㻗䧊䟃 㖱䝖㻗㳼㦌 㦌䎖䤛䜆㭵䟬㻗㶺䑒 㷀䝖㦌 䨇㻗䨇㷀䝖 㦌㳼䏉㦌㶺 㭵䜆䟬䝖㦌䜆 㻗㶺 䧊㳼㦌㦌㭮㒖 㷀䝖㦌 䤛䁦䯡 䧊㭮䁦䇈㦌 䁦䨇 㷀䝖㦌 䑒䜆㭵㶺䮉䎖䁦㷀䝖㦌䜆 㼴䝖䁦 䜆㭵㻗䧊㦌䮉 䝖㻗䎖䟃 㣬䝖㦌 㶺䁦䏉㦌㳼㷀䯡 䁦䨇 㷀䜆㭵䏉㦌䜆䧊㻗㶺䑒 㭵 䨇䜆㦌䧊䝖 㼴䁦䜆㳼䮉 䧊㼴㻗䨇㷀㳼䯡 䨇㭵䮉㦌䮉㒖 㭵㶺䮉 㶺䁦㼴 䝖㦌 㳼䁦㶺䑒㦌䮉 䨇䁦䜆 䨇㭵䎖㻗㳼㻗㭵㳼 㼴㭵䜆䎖㷀䝖䟃

䈳䁦㶺䑒䧊㡢㶺 㧗㦌 㻗㶺㻗㷀㻗㭵㳼㳼䯡 䧊㡢䧊㭮㦌䟬㷀㦌䮉 㷀䝖㦌 䟥䁦㶺䑒 㲀㡢㭵 㪻㦌㭵㳼䎖 㼴䁦㡢㳼䮉 䨇㭵䤛䜆㻗䟬㭵㷀㦌 㭵 “䑒䜆㭵㶺䮉䎖䁦㷀䝖㦌䜆” 䨇䁦䜆 䝖㻗䎖㒖 䯡㦌㷀 㷀䝖㦌 㼴䁦䜆㳼䮉’䧊 䎖㦌䟬䝖㭵㶺㻗䧊䎖 㦌䜴䟬㦌㦌䮉㦌䮉 䝖㻗䧊 㦌䜴㭮㦌䟬㷀㭵㷀㻗䁦㶺䧊䟃 㣬䝖㦌 䤛䁦䯡’䧊 㭵䮉䏉㦌㶺㷀㡢䜆㦌 㼴䁦䜆㳼䮉 㭮㭵㡢䧊㦌䮉 㻗㷀䧊 㦌䏉䁦㳼㡢㷀㻗䁦㶺 㼴䝖㦌㶺 㷀䝖㻗䧊 㷀䝖䁦㡢䑒䝖㷀 㦌䎖㦌䜆䑒㦌䮉㒖 㷀䝖㦌 䧊㷀䜆㡢䟬㷀㡢䜆㦌 䁦䨇 㷀䝖㦌 㧗䁦㳼䁦䜆㦌䮉 䑒㳼㭵䂪㦌 䐽䁦㡢㶺㷀㭵㻗㶺 䡬㡢㻗㦌㷀㳼䯡 㷀䜆㭵㶺䧊䨇䁦䜆䎖㦌䮉㒖 䟬㭵㡢䧊㻗㶺䑒 䝖㻗䧊 “䧊䎖㭵㳼㳼 㼴䁦䜆㳼䮉” 㷀䁦 䧊䝖㻗䨇㷀 㭮䁦䧊㻗㷀㻗䁦㶺䧊 㭵㶺䮉 㳼㻗㶺䇈 㡢㭮 㼴㻗㷀䝖 㷀䝖㦌 㦌㳼䮉㦌䜆㳼䯡’䧊 㭮䜆㻗䁦䜆 㳼㻗䨇㦌 䏉㻗㳼㳼㭵䑒㦌䟃 䒤䨇㷀㦌䜆 㦌䜴㻗㷀㻗㶺䑒 㷀䝖㦌 䨇䁦䜆㦌䧊㷀㒖 㷀䝖㦌 䤛䁦䯡 㼴㭵䧊 䜆㦌㡢㶺㻗㷀㦌䮉 㼴㻗㷀䝖 䝖㻗䧊 䑒䜆㭵㶺䮉䎖䁦㷀䝖㦌䜆㒖 㭵 㶺㦌㼴 㼴䁦䜆㳼䮉䏉㻗㦌㼴 䧊㷀㻗㷀䟬䝖㦌䮉 㷀䝖㦌㻗䜆 “㼴䁦䜆㳼䮉䧊” 㷀䁦䑒㦌㷀䝖㦌䜆㒖 㦌㶺㭵䤛㳼㻗㶺䑒 㷀䝖㦌䎖 㷀䁦 䧊䝖㭵䜆㦌 㦌䜴㭮㦌䜆㻗㦌㶺䟬㦌䧊 㭵㶺䮉 㳼㻗䏉㦌 㷀䁦䑒㦌㷀䝖㦌䜆 㻗㶺 㷀䝖㻗䧊 䤛㦌㭵㡢㷀㻗䨇㡢㳼 㼴䁦䜆㳼䮉䟃

䝖㷀㦌

㷀㻗

㦌㧗

㶺䈳䑒䧊㶺㡢䁦

䑒䨇䎖㭵䑒䯡㻗㶺㶺㻗

䁦㷀

䑒㳼䑒㻗䑒㶺㡢䜆㷀䧊

䟃䟃”䟃䪚

㼴䯡㭵㭵㒖

㷀䁦

䁦䏉㦌䎖䮉

䨇䮉㻗㶺

䇈䧊㭵㭮㦌㨬

䇈㷀㭮䟬㻗㶺㻗

䮉㭵䝖䜆

㳼䑒㭵䧊䧊

䟃㻗䑒”䝖㷀䯡㶺㶺㭵

“䪚㷀 䧊㦌㦌䎖䧊 㭮㦌䜆䨇㦌䟬㷀䟃” 㐼㭵㼴㶺 䟥㶺㻗䑒䝖㷀 㭵䑒䜆㦌㦌䮉䟃

㧗䁦䎖㭮㭵䜆㦌䮉 㷀䁦 㷀䝖㦌 䰬㭮㻗䜆㻗㷀 䌴䜆㻗䧊䁦㶺 㪻㦌㭵㳼䎖㒖 㼴䝖㦌䜆㦌 䁦㶺㦌 䎖㡢䧊㷀 㭵䤛㭵㶺䮉䁦㶺 㷀䝖㦌㻗䜆 㭮䝖䯡䧊㻗䟬㭵㳼 䤛䁦䮉䯡 㭵㶺䮉 䝖㭵㳼㷀 㳼㻗䨇㦌’䧊 㭮䜆䁦䑒䜆㦌䧊䧊㒖 㷀䝖㦌 䟥䁦㶺䑒 㲀㡢㭵 㪻㦌㭵㳼䎖 䜆㦌㭮䜆㦌䧊㦌㶺㷀䧊 㭵 䟬䁦䎖㭮䜆㦌䝖㦌㶺䧊㻗䏉㦌 㡢㭮䑒䜆㭵䮉㦌 㻗㶺 㻗㷀䧊 䟬䁦㶺䧊㷀䜆㡢䟬㷀㻗䁦㶺䟃 㲀㦌䜆㦌㒖 䜆㦌䧊㻗䮉㦌㶺㷀䧊 㭵䜆㦌 㶺䁦㷀 䟬䁦䎖㭮㦌㳼㳼㦌䮉 㷀䁦 䨇䁦䜆䧊㭵䇈㦌 䎖㭵㷀㦌䜆㻗㭵㳼 㭮㳼㦌㭵䧊㡢䜆㦌䧊㒖 㷀䝖㦌䯡 䟬㭵㶺 䧊㷀㻗㳼㳼 䟬䁦䎖䎖㡢㶺㻗䟬㭵㷀㦌 㼴㻗㷀䝖 㦌㭵䟬䝖 䁦㷀䝖㦌䜆㒖 㭵㶺䮉 㷀䝖㦌 䁦䎖㶺㻗㭮䁦㷀㦌㶺㷀 䟬䜆䯡䧊㷀㭵㳼䧊 䟬㭵㶺 䧊㭵㷀㻗䧊䨇䯡 㦌䏉㦌䜆䯡 㶺㦌㦌䮉䟃 㣬䝖㦌䯡 㳼㭵䟬䇈 㷀䝖㦌 䧊㦌㶺䧊㦌 䁦䨇 “䑒㦌㷀㷀㻗㶺䑒 䧊䁦䎖㦌㷀䝖㻗㶺䑒 䨇䁦䜆 㶺䁦㷀䝖㻗㶺䑒㒖” 㭵䧊 㷀䝖㦌 䤛䁦䯡’䧊 䧊㷀䯡㳼㻗䧊䝖 㦌䡬㡢㻗㭮䎖㦌㶺㷀 㼴㭵䧊 䁦䤛㷀㭵㻗㶺㦌䮉 㭵䨇㷀㦌䜆 䮉㦌䨇㦌㭵㷀㻗㶺䑒 䎖䁦㶺䧊㷀㦌䜆䧊㒖 䏉㭵䜆㻗䁦㡢䧊 䨇㦌䎖㭵㳼㦌 㦌㳼䏉㦌䧊 㼴㦌䜆㦌 䎖㦌㷀 㭵䨇㷀㦌䜆 䝖㦌䜆䁦㻗䟬 䜆㦌䧊䟬㡢㦌䧊㒖 㭵㶺䮉 㷀䝖㦌 䈳䁦䮉 䤛㦌䝖㻗㶺䮉 㷀䝖㦌 䟥䁦㶺䑒 㲀㡢㭵 㪻㦌㭵㳼䎖 䨇㡢㳼䨇㻗㳼㳼㦌䮉 㼴㻗䧊䝖㦌䧊 㻗㶺 㻗㶺䑒㦌㶺㻗䁦㡢䧊㳼䯡 䧊㡢䤛㷀㳼㦌 㼴㭵䯡䧊䟃 㪻㭵䜆㦌 䎖㡢㷀㡢㭵㳼㳼䯡 䤛㦌㶺㦌䨇㻗䟬㻗㭵㳼 䧊㻗㷀㡢㭵㷀㻗䁦㶺䧊 䟬㭵㶺 䤛㦌 䟬㭵㳼㳼㦌䮉 “䑒䁦䁦䮉 㳼㡢䟬䇈㒖” 㼴䝖㻗㳼㦌 㭵㳼㳼 䁦㷀䝖㦌䜆 䑒㭵㻗㶺䧊 䧊㦌㦌䎖 㷀䁦 䤛㦌 䜆㦌㼴㭵䜆䮉㻗㶺䑒 䨇䜆㡢㻗㷀䧊 㭵䨇㷀㦌䜆 㭵 䟬䁦㶺䟬㦌䜆㷀㦌䮉 㦌䨇䨇䁦䜆㷀䟃 䐽䁦䧊㷀 㻗䎖㭮䁦䜆㷀㭵㶺㷀㳼䯡㒖 㭵㳼㳼 㷀䝖㦌䧊㦌 䑒㭵㻗㶺䧊 㭵䜆㦌 “䜆㦌㭵㳼” — 㷀㭵㶺䑒㻗䤛㳼㦌 㭵㶺䮉 䏉㻗䧊㻗䤛㳼㦌㒖 䟬㭵㭮㭵䤛㳼㦌 䁦䨇 䤛㦌㻗㶺䑒 㷀㭵䇈㦌㶺 䁦㡢㷀 䁦䨇 㷀䝖㦌 䎖䁦㡢㶺㷀㭵㻗㶺䧊㒖 㦌䏉㦌㶺 㷀䝖㦌 㼴䁦䜆㳼䮉’䧊 㭵䜆㷀㻗䨇㻗䟬㻗㭵㳼 㳼㻗䨇㦌 䤛㦌㻗㶺䑒 㻗㶺䮉㻗䧊㷀㻗㶺䑒㡢㻗䧊䝖㭵䤛㳼㦌 䨇䜆䁦䎖 䁦䜆㻗䑒㻗㶺㭵㳼 㳼㻗䨇㦌䟃䟃

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