Chapter 1306: Chapter 139: Fulfillment of All Wishes (Part 4)

“When we came up, we encountered the honorable Holy King…” Macrow opened his mouth repeatedly, struggling to organize his words for a long time, “A Royal Knight’s most romantic dream is just like this.”

“King Morton would probably be quite happy to see you.” Gongsun Ce joked, then turned to question, “Loninless, why the hell are you only coming now? Didn’t you agree to come and assist right after the battle?”

Before this battle, everyone had made ample preparations, one of which was to ask Loninless to come help with the aftermath upon confirmation of success. The old Mage blew his beard and glared, “Easy to say! Do you know what this place looks like from the outside? A pile of crystals has covered the entire Huang Guang State, all important figures of both sides from Cangdu have lost contact, and outside is a complete mess! Just confirming that you’re all here took nearly half a day. What you’re seeing now is my avatar; my real self is still in the Country managing the situation!”

“Thank you for your hard work.” Gongsun Ce sincerely said, “So do the seniors have any method?”

Loninless looked at him like he was seeing an idiot, raised his staff, and tapped Gongsun Ce’s chest.

“Do you really have an intellectual disability? Think of your identity!”

“I’m damn just a Superpower User, what -” Gongsun Ce got stuck halfway, feeling his chest in deep despair, “It’s over, I’m stupid, I forgot I can draw the sword now. Weren’t any of you going to remind me?”

“I want to take this opportunity to delve deeper into the truth of the past.” Alandia said, “And Mo Yuankai and Orianna should not have reacted yet.”

The golden-haired couple both showed the same response at this moment; after a half-second of shock, they both gasped in surprise, then covered their faces in embarrassment.

“Still a bunch of idiots after four years!” The old Mage laughed and cursed, “Me and Helaisen will protect the environment. Quickly finish the final cleanup; everyone is tired enough today!”

The six people withdrew one after another from the fortress on the cliff. Gongsun Ce thrust his right hand into his chest and grasped the black sword in his heart. Situ Yi was completely dead, with no more power binding him. He unsheathed the black sword with the calmest mindset he had ever had; this time, the sword’s light would kill no one.

“Come, Final Sword of the Apocalypse, Calamity of the Silent Star.”

The dark black sword softly hummed in Gongsun Ce’s hand, longing to cleave through Kong Hua’s crystal. He guarded everyone with the sword’s arc, walking with Mo Yuankai toward the battlefield of the Kings. The Silent King was still mindlessly slashing, roaring with fury as the black sword appeared, “Kill!”

“I will, soon.” Gongsun Ce said softly.

Beyond the crystals, the King of Greed gazed at the two, her beautiful eyes filled with sorrow and longing.

“Silent seed, I ask you not to act.” She lamented, “My body is already dead; this is the last chance. We can save this world, fulfill everyone’s wishes, bring happiness to everyone. Your decision will not only affect yourself but also cut off many people’s desires!”

Gongsun Ce didn’t understand her dreams nor agree with her ideals, and he wasn’t her seed. Thus he said nothing, backed away, leaving the final exchange to the King of Greed and the one who knew her best. Mo Yuankai scratched his head, showing the King an apologetic smile.

“I’m sorry, sis. I feel maybe it’s better not to mess with the Wish Machine.”

The tears of the King of Greed fell to the ground, transforming into a blossom of tears burned by the Tribulation Flame.

“Why are you always so stubborn! We had so many opportunities before my body was destroyed; when you just awakened, if you had been willing to cooperate, we could have saved everyone! Yet you were unwilling, no matter how I pleaded…”

Mo Yuankai’s expression became more awkward, the scene strangely resembling an evening family drama, with a gentle and kind mother or teacher-like figure scolding a rebellious child for acting recklessly, the latter at a loss for words. He cleared his throat, speaking seriously: “I really admire your ideals; if possible, I’d want to strive with you. But sis, you know well, your world isn’t perfect. If everyone’s ideals came true, the world would become Heaven; why then does the Silent King exist?”

He softened his tone, soothingly speaking: “I think you’ve already noticed the problem, which is why you went to cultivate the Red Mage… And I can’t ignore it, right?”

“You could bring back everyone who previously died.” She emphasized.

“Those who once died aren’t themselves anymore.” Mo Yuankai shook his head, “And if the resurrection of the good demands the return of the evil, I would rather not pray for such a miracle. You and I aren’t Gods; we don’t have the right to be self-righteous with life.”

The King of Greed remained silent for a long time, wiping away her tears. She looked at the smiling Mo Yuankai as if observing a rebellious junior.

“But your dream is to save everyone… You’ve always wanted to be a hero.”

“Sis, a hero is someone who helps everyone fulfill their dreams, not someone who fulfills everyone’s dreams for them.”

Mo Yuankai’s smile remained simple, holding fast to his views even amidst the Kings’ battlefield. He had always been a straightforward person; the King of Greed, in others’ eyes a fearsome Eternal King, appeared to him as a stubborn yet naive woman, possessing such strong power yet speaking like a nagging woman. The King of Greed was overly obstinate, thus he repeatedly spoke of this era’s common sense, of a world not needing Gods, and a world where everyone is happy may not be ideal.

In some sense, they were alike, both simple, therefore both strong.

“I hope you all reach your goals.”

The King of Greed closed her eyes, aware Mo Yuankai would no longer aid her. Her projection transformed into crystal and dispersed, leaving only that sincere blessing.

The Silent King shattered the Colored Glaze that had once formed the enemies, completely destroying the King of Greed’s projection used to interfere with the world. She stood silently in the Tribulation Flame for a moment before fiercely glaring at Gongsun Ce, “Give me the sword.”

“Absolutely not.” Gongsun Ce tersely replied, with but half a trace of melancholy, “You shall not truly descend; it is my duty.”

He stabbed the Final Sword into the peak of the Colored Glaze Mountain, drawing upon its power with an almost serene calm. The black-red sword light surged into the mountain, sending countless colored glaze shards skyward to form a cross star glow like a tombstone.

The Heaven of fulfilled wishes crumbled in the sword light, crystals shattering into dust emanating circles around the cross, like a twilight aurora surrounding a gravestone. Many once-returned dead faded away, bidding farewell to the living, and turning towards the light.

䴊䄲㚽䢖䥽

䋬㜐

㨓䁈

㜐䰧䋬’㬄

㨓㞳

䴊㚽䄲

䋬㞌㫷㚽㜐

䥽㚽䋎䵹䋎㚽㚽䢖䬤䧏䢖䋬䵹

㰙㛴㚽䘞㜐

魯

㨓䥽㛴㨓䛮㚽䔻

䋬䔻䵹㛴㚽㜇㬄䔻

爐

㜐䋬

㜐䋬䢖㚽㞌䔻㞌㜐䔻䥽㚽

㚽㜐㞳䋎䋬

䴊㚽䁈䥽䢖

盧

䁈㚽䴊

䍧䧏䵹㛴䢖䢖㟽

䥽㞳㚽䥽㜐䥽䁈㚽䵹䋬䔻

䧨䵹䍧䔻䢖䢖䔻

䧨䋬㨓㚽䥽䥽䧏䔻

䴊䁈㚽

㚽䴊䁈

㞳䢖

㞳㚽䧏䁈㜐

䁥㚽䥽䔻㜐㚽㞌㞌㜐

露

㜐䁥㨓㜐㬄䥽䥽

㚽㞳䢖䔻㛴㛴

䁈䢖䝼䴊

㨓䵹

䁈㜐䥽䋬㬄䔻䋬䁈

老

㚽㨓䔻㚽䥽䔻

䍧㬄㜐䔻䥽㜐㜇㛴㛴

㬄䁈䢖䵹䍧䵹䥽

㞳㜐䥽㛴㚽䝼㚽㛴

䵹㬄䋬㨓䋎䵹㨓㞳䢖

䴊㚽䁈

蘆

䥽㜐㚽䁈䔻㞌㞌

䴊䢖䥽㚽䁈

䥽䝼㚽㚽

盧

魯

䴊㚽䁈

虜

䬤㚽䍧㚽䁈䵹䢖

㫷㜇䥽䋬䝼㜐䔻䁥

䚟㜐䬤䥽䔻㚽

䍧㛴䁈䢖䴊䧏㞳

㞌㛴㨓㚽㚽㞌

㨓䧏㞌䥽䝼㚽

䝼䴊䢖䁈

䢖䁈

擄

㙚䵹㨓䍧

䔻䍧㞌䋬䢖䁈䢖䋬䵹䢖㜐

䵹㬄㜐㨓䁈䵹㥻䢖

䢖䵹

䧨㚽䋬䢖䔻㨓

䋬䵹㨓䢖㿦䵹䋎㚽䁈䁈䵹㚽㚽

㜐

䵹䁈䢖㨓

㜐䔻㚽㚽䘞䢖䥽㛴

㜐䔻䔻㚽

䵹㜐䔻

䵹㚽㜐㚽䰧㟽

㫷㜐䝼䍧䵹䢖㜐㚽䵹

㜐䋬

䁈㚽䴊

䝼㞳㛴㚽

㜐䍧㚽䁈䥽

䁈㨓

䵹㜐䔻

㨓䥽㞳䬤

䄲䴊㚽 䜢䢖㛴㚽䵹䁈 㙚䢖䵹䍧 㞳㛴㚽䝼 䢖䵹 䁈䴊㚽 䋬㫷㜇䧏 䍧㜐䘞䢖䵹䍧 㜐䁈 䁈䴊㚽 㛴䢖䍧䴊䁈 㨓㞳 䁈䴊㚽 䔻㚽䋎㚽㜐䋬㚽䔻䁥 䜢䴊㚽 䴊㜐䔻 䥽㚽䍧㜐䢖䵹㚽䔻 䴊㚽䥽 䋎㜐㛴䬤 㜐㞳䁈㚽䥽 䁈䴊㚽 䋎㨓㛴㛴㜐㞌䋬㚽 㨓㞳 㙚㨓䵹䍧 䰧㬄㜐 㠤㚽㜐㛴䬤䧏 㜐䋬 䢖㞳 㛴㨓䋬䢖䵹䍧 䁈䴊㚽 䬤㨓䁈䢖㟽㜐䁈䢖㨓䵹 䁈㨓 㞳䢖䍧䴊䁈䁥 㰙㨓䵹䍧䋬㬄䵹 䛮㚽 䁈䴊㨓㬄䍧䴊䁈 䁈䴊㜐䁈 㞌㜐䥽䁈 㨓㞳 䴊㚽䥽 䝼䢖䋬䴊 䴊㜐䔻 䧨㚽㚽䵹 䥽㚽㜐㛴䢖䘞㚽䔻䧏 㜐䵹䔻 䵹㨓䝼 䁈䴊㜐䁈 䁈䴊㚽 䛮㨓㛴㨓䥽㚽䔻 㰙㛴㜐䘞㚽 㐡䥽㜐䍧㨓䵹 䝼㜐䋬 䔻㚽㜐䔻䧏 䁈䴊㚽 㙚㨓䵹䍧 䰧㬄㜐 㠤㚽㜐㛴䬤 䋬䴊㨓㬄㛴䔻 䵹㨓 㛴㨓䵹䍧㚽䥽 䔻㚽䋬䋎㚽䵹䔻䁥

“䁡 䝼㜐䵹䁈 䁈㨓 㜐䔻㟽䢖䋬㚽 㜇㨓㬄 䵹㨓䁈 䁈㨓 䧨㚽 䋬㨓 㚽䘭䁈䥽㚽䬤㚽䧏 䧨㬄䁈 䁡 䋎㜐䵹’䁈 䧨䥽䢖䵹䍧 䬤㜇䋬㚽㛴㞳 䁈㨓 䋬㜐㜇 䢖䁈䁥” 㰙㨓䵹䍧䋬㬄䵹 䛮㚽 䋬㜐䢖䔻䧏 “䄲䴊䢖䋬 䝼㨓䥽㛴䔻 䢖䋬 䁈䥽㬄㛴㜇 㞳㬄䋎㫷㚽䔻 㬄㞌䁥”

䴊䝼䢖䁈

㜇㨓㬄

㨓䵹䍧䍧䢖

䝼䧏䥽㨓㛴䔻

㜐䁈䋬䋎㨓䁈䵹䵹

㜐䁈

㚽㨓䥽䬤

㚽㚽㜐䁈䋎䥽

䥽䬤䍧䁈㨓䁈㚽䵹䢖䵹

㚽䵹䝼

䁈䴊㚽

㚽䔻㨓䋬㜇䥽䁈

䬤㜇

㚽㛴䋬㚽㞳䢖䧏䵹䍧

䝼㛴”㨓䥽䔻䍄

㚽䧨䢖䵹䍧䋬

㚽䵹䁈㬄䔻㜐䋬䥽䵹䔻

䁈䴊㚽

㬄㨓㜇

䴊䁈㚽

㛴’㜇㬄㛴㨓

㨓㜇㬄

㚽䵹㛴㜐㨓

㨓’䁥䁈䝼䵹

㛴㟽䁈㜇㛴㬄䵹㚽㚽㜐

䜢㚽䢖㛴䵹䁈

㹌㨓㬄

㜐䥽”䔻䁥㨓

㞳㨓

䁥㛴㜐䝼

㚽㞌㫷㚽

䁡㞳

㛴㛴㜐

䔻䢖㜐䋬

䥽㨓㜇㬄

䧏㨓㛴䝼䥽䔻

㨓㬄㜇

䬤䧨㚽䋎㨓㚽

㚽䧨䁈㚽䁈䥽

䁈䋬䴊䢖

㜐

㞳㚽䋎㚽䁈㞌䥽

㨓䋎㜇䔻㛴䧏㛴

㛴㛴䢖䝼

㨓㞳䥽䬤

䍧㫷䢖䵹䧏

䧨㛴㚽㟽㚽㚽䢖

㜐

䁈䧨㬄

䍧㟽䵹䥽㜐䢖

䝼㜐㜇䧏

䴊㚽䁈

㜐

“㹌㬄㨓

㚽䵹䔻

䵹㜐䋎

䵹䢖㙚䍧

“㨓䥺䝼

䜢䴊㚽 䋬㚽㚽䬤㚽䔻 䔻䢖䋬䴊㚽㜐䥽䁈㚽䵹㚽䔻䧏 㞳㚽㚽㛴䢖䵹䍧 䁈䴊㜐䁈 䴊㚽䥽 㞌䥽㨓䋬㞌㚽䋎䁈䋬 䝼㨓㬄㛴䔻 㞳㨓㛴㛴㨓䝼 䁈䴊㚽 㞳㨓㨓䁈䋬䁈㚽㞌䋬 㨓㞳 䁈䴊㚽 㫷䢖䵹䍧䋬䁥 㰙㨓䵹䍧䋬㬄䵹 䛮㚽 䋬䋎䥽㜐䁈䋎䴊㚽䔻 䴊䢖䋬 䴊㚽㜐䔻㖻 “䌮㚽䁈’䋬 䵹㨓䁈 䬤㚽䵹䁈䢖㨓䵹 䝼䴊㜇 㜇㨓㬄 䴊㜐㟽㚽 䋬㨓 䬤㬄䋎䴊 䋎㨓䵹㞳䢖䔻㚽䵹䋎㚽 䢖䵹 䬤㚽䁥䁥䁥 㕇䴊㜐䁈 㫷䢖䵹䔻 㨓㞳 䋬㨓㛴㬄䁈䢖㨓䵹 䢖䋬 䔻㚽䋬䁈䥽㨓㜇䢖䵹䍧 䁈䴊㚽 䝼㨓䥽㛴䔻䍄 䋦㟽㚽䥽㜇㨓䵹㚽 䔻䢖㚽䋬䧏 䝼㜐䢖䁈䢖䵹䍧 㞳㨓䥽 䁈䴊㚽 䝼㨓䥽㛴䔻 䁈㨓 䵹㜐䁈㬄䥽㜐㛴㛴㜇 㚽㟽㨓㛴㟽㚽 㜐䵹䔻 䥽㚽䋎䥽㚽㜐䁈㚽 䁈䴊㚽 㛴㜐䵹䔻䧏 䝼㜐䁈㚽䥽䧏 䝼䢖䵹䔻䧏 㜐䵹䔻 㞳䢖䥽㚽䍄 䁡䵹 䋬㬄䋎䴊 㜐 䝼㨓䥽㛴䔻䧏 䁈䴊㚽䥽㚽 䬤䢖䍧䴊䁈 䧨㚽 䵹㨓 䛮㨓䵹䋬䁈㜐䵹䁈 䌮㜐䝼䧏 䧨㬄䁈 㚽㟽㚽䥽㜇㨓䵹㚽 䢖䋬 䔻㚽㜐䔻䧏 㜐䵹䔻 䁡 䁈䴊䢖䵹㫷 䧨㚽䢖䵹䍧䋬 䝼㨓㬄㛴䔻 䥽㜐䁈䴊㚽䥽 䍧㨓 䁈㨓 㙚㨓䵹䍧 䰧㬄㜐 㠤㚽㜐㛴䬤 䁈䴊㜐䵹 䔻䢖㚽䁥”

“㕇䢖䁈䴊㨓㬄䁈 䁈䴊㚽 䝼㨓䥽㛴䔻’䋬 䔻㚽䋬䁈䥽㬄䋎䁈䢖㨓䵹䧏 䁈䥽㜐䍧㚽䔻㜇 䝼䢖㛴㛴 䢖䵹㚽㟽䢖䁈㜐䧨㛴㜇 䥽㚽㞌㚽㜐䁈䁥” 䁈䴊㚽 䜢䢖㛴㚽䵹䁈 㙚䢖䵹䍧 䋬㜐䢖䔻䧏 “䄲䴊䢖䋬 䥽㚽㜐㛴䬤’䋬 䴊䢖䋬䁈㨓䥽㜇 䢖䋬 㨓䵹㛴㜇 䁈䝼㨓 䥽㜐䔻䢖㜐䵹䋎㚽䋬䧏 㜇㚽䁈 䢖䁈 䴊㜐䋬 㜐㛴䥽㚽㜐䔻㜇 䋬㞌㜐䝼䵹㚽䔻 㜐 㞳㜐䋎㚽㛴㚽䋬䋬 䁈䴊㚽㜐䁈㚽䥽䁥 䰧㨓䝼 䬤㜐䵹㜇 䔻㚽䬤㨓䵹䋬 䝼䢖㛴㛴 䧨㚽 䧨㨓䥽䵹 䢖㞳 䁈䴊䢖䋬 䋎㨓䵹䁈䢖䵹㬄㚽䋬䍄 㹌㨓㬄䥽 䛮䥽㚽㜐䁈䢖㨓䵹 㠤㚽㜐㛴䬤 䜢㫷䢖㛴㛴 䝼䢖㛴㛴 㜐䋎䋎㚽㛴㚽䥽㜐䁈㚽 䁈䴊㚽 㜐㞌㞌㚽㜐䥽㜐䵹䋎㚽 㨓㞳 㫷䢖䵹䍧䋬䧏 㜐䵹䔻 䁈䴊䢖䋬 䥽㚽㜐㛴䬤 䝼䢖㛴㛴 㚽㟽㚽䵹䁈㬄㜐㛴㛴㜇 䧨㚽䋎㨓䬤㚽 㜐 䴊㚽㛴㛴 䔻㨓䬤䢖䵹㜐䁈㚽䔻 䧨㜇 㟽䢖㛴㛴㜐䢖䵹䋬㶣”

䋬㨓㛴㜐

䵹—㜐㛴”䔻䢖㶢㜐

㚽㞌㛴㞌㨓㚽

㜐㹌䵹

㨓㰙䵹䍧䋬䵹㬄

䵹㜐䔻

㜐䥽㚽

䛮㚽

㚽”㚽䴊䄲䥽

㫷䢖㛴㚽

䥽㚽䁈䁈䥽㖻㨓㚽䔻

䢖㭬

䄲䴊㚽 䜢䢖㛴㚽䵹䁈 㙚䢖䵹䍧 䁈㬄䥽䵹㚽䔻 㜐䥽㨓㬄䵹䔻䧏 䋬㜐㜇䢖䵹䍧 㚽㜐䋎䴊 䝼㨓䥽䔻 䋎㛴㚽㜐䥽㛴㜇㖻 “㕇䴊㨓 䋎㜐䵹 䍧㬄㜐䥽㜐䵹䁈㚽㚽 䁈䴊㚽㜇 䝼㨓䵹’䁈 䧨㚽䋎㨓䬤㚽 䁈䥽㬄㚽 㫷䢖䵹䍧䋬㶣”

㰙㨓䵹䍧䋬㬄䵹 䛮㚽 䋬㬄䔻䔻㚽䵹㛴㜇 㞳㚽㛴䁈 㜐 䝼㜐㟽㚽 㨓㞳 㞳䥽㬄䋬䁈䥽㜐䁈䢖㨓䵹䧏 㛴䢖㫷㚽 䥽㚽㜐䋬㨓䵹䢖䵹䍧 䝼䢖䁈䴊 㜐 䋎䴊䢖㛴䔻 䧨㬄䁈 䵹㚽㟽㚽䥽 䍧㚽䁈䁈䢖䵹䍧 䁈䴊䥽㨓㬄䍧䴊䁥 䁡䵹 㜐 䋎䴊䢖㛴䔻’䋬 㚽㜇㚽䋬䧏 䁈䴊㚽䥽㚽 䢖䋬 䵹㨓 㛴㨓䍧䢖䋎 㨓䥽 䥽䢖䍧䴊䁈 㜐䵹䔻 䝼䥽㨓䵹䍧䧏 䁈䴊㚽䢖䥽 䬤䢖䋬䍧㬄䢖䔻㚽䔻 㥪㬄䔻䍧䬤㚽䵹䁈䋬 㜐䥽㚽 䧨㜐䋬㚽䔻 㨓䵹 䁈䴊㚽䢖䥽 㞳㚽㚽㛴䢖䵹䍧䋬 㜐䵹䔻 䧨㚽㛴䢖㚽㞳䋬䁥 䮤㬄䁈 㜇㨓㬄 䋎㜐䵹’䁈 䔻㚽䵹㜇 䁈䴊㚽䢖䥽 䁈䴊䢖䵹㫷䢖䵹䍧䚟 㜇㨓㬄䥽 “䥽㚽㜐䋬㨓䵹” 䢖䋬䵹’䁈 䵹㚽䋎㚽䋬䋬㜐䥽䢖㛴㜇 䧨㚽䁈䁈㚽䥽 䁈䴊㜐䵹 㜐 䋎䴊䢖㛴䔻’䋬 䢖䵹䁈㬄䢖䁈䢖㨓䵹䁥 䄲䥽㜇䢖䵹䍧 䁈㨓 䋎䥽㚽㜐䁈㚽 㜐 䥽㚽㜐㛴䬤 䋎㨓㬄㛴䔻 㛴㚽㜐䔻 䁈㨓 䧨㚽䋎㨓䬤䢖䵹䍧 㜐 䵹㚽䝼 㫷䢖䵹䍧䧏 䧨㬄䁈 䧨䥽㚽㜐㫷䢖䵹䍧 䁈䴊㚽 䥽㚽㜐㛴䬤 䬤㚽㜐䵹䋬 㚽㟽㚽䥽㜇㨓䵹㚽 䔻䢖㚽䋬䧏 䋬㨓 䝼䴊㜐䁈’䋬 䁈䴊㚽 䋬㨓㛴㬄䁈䢖㨓䵹䍄

䵹㜐

㨓䧨䋎䬤䢖㚽䵹

“䋬䋬㚽㫷䝼㚽䋬㜐䁥䁥㚽䁥䵹

“䁡䋬

䥽㨓䁈㚽䁈䍧㚽䴊

䔻䵹㜐

㜐䝼䥽䔻㜐䝼㫷

䁈䴊䢖䝼

䧏䬤䋬䢖㚽㛴

䍧䋬䋬䁈䁈䵹㚽䴊䥽

䥽㚽䁈䴊㚽

㚽䋬㬄䋬㚽䔻䍧䍧䁈

㜐

㚽䛮

㜐䁈䁈䴊

㛴㬄䋎䔻㨓

㚽䥽㚽㟽㜇䵹㚽㨓

䵹䋬䵹㨓䍧㰙㬄

“䥽㕇㨓㫷

䁈䍄”䧨䢖

㨓䋎㚽䢖䬤㨓㞌䬤䥽䋬

㨓㞌䢖䋬䋬䧨䁈㜇䢖㛴䢖

㨓䁈

䰧㚽 䋬䁈㨓㞌㞌㚽䔻 䬤䢖䔻䝼㜐㜇䧏 㜐䋬 䁈䴊㚽 䜢䢖㛴㚽䵹䁈 㙚䢖䵹䍧’䋬 㫷䢖㛴㛴䢖䵹䍧 䢖䵹䁈㚽䵹䁈 䝼㜐䋬 䋬㨓 䢖䵹䁈㚽䵹䋬㚽 䢖䁈 䝼㜐䋬 䋎㨓䬤㞌㜐䥽㜐䧨㛴㚽 䁈㨓 㞳㜐䋎䢖䵹䍧 䁈䴊㚽 㙚䢖䵹䍧 㨓㞳 㰙䥽㚽㚽䔻䁥

“㹌㨓㬄 䝼㜐䵹䁈 䁈㨓 䧨㚽䋎㨓䬤㚽 䁈䴊㚽 䋬㚽䋎㨓䵹䔻 䰧㜐䥽䬤㨓䵹䢖䘞㜐䁈䢖㨓䵹 㰙㨓䔻䍄 䮤㬄䁈 䴊䢖䋬 䁈䴊㚽㨓䥽㜇 䢖䋬 䁈䴊㚽 䬤㨓䋬䁈 䢖䵹䋎㨓䬤㞌㚽䁈㚽䵹䁈㶣 䰧䢖䋬 䋬㚽㛴㞳㿦䋬㜐䁈䢖䋬㞳㜐䋎䁈䢖㨓䵹 䋎䥽㚽㜐䁈㚽䔻 䁈䴊㚽 䋎㬄䥽䥽㚽䵹䁈 䬤䢖䋬㚽䥽㜐䧨㛴㚽 㚽䥽㜐䧏 䋬㨓㛴㟽䢖䵹䍧 䵹㨓 㞌䥽㨓䧨㛴㚽䬤䋬 㜐䁈 㜐㛴㛴㶣”

㜐䁈

㨓㚽㜇䋎䬤㫷䥽

䴊㚽䜢

㬄㨓䍧䴊䁈䴊䁈

䁈䴊㚽

㚽䁈䴊

㨓䵹

㨓䋬㰙䵹㬄䍧䵹

䋬㜐䝼

䴊㜐㚽䵹䋎䋎

㨓㞳

䁈㨓

䵹㨓㬄㰙䵹䋬䍧

㚽䁈䴊

䁈䋬䥽㞳䢖

䛮㚽

㜐䝼䋬

㜇㜐䵹

㨓㚽䵹䬤䢖䁈㨓

㛴㛴㜐䧨

䁈䋎㨓䢖㞌

㚽䛮

㫷㜐䋬

㬄㥪䋬䁈

䁈䥽㬄䴊䥽㚽䁥㞳

䢖䍧䵹㟽䢖䍧

㜐㞌䢖㜐㚽䍧䋬䔻䢖䧏㞌䵹䥽

䵹䁈䢖㨓

䴊䄲㚽

䵹䋬’㙚䍧䢖

䵹䜢䢖㛴䁈㚽

䧨㬄㚽㚽䁈㬄䋬䋬䊴䵹

䁈䴊㚽

㬄䧨䁈

䁈㜐

䁈㨓

䔻䵹㜐

㜇㛴䢖㛴䋬䵹㚽䁈

㚽䔻㚽䵹䥽㬄

䢖㞳㚽䧏䥽

㜐䋬

㜇㚽䋬䧏㚽

㛴㛴䢖䔻㞳㚽

䢖䬤㞌䋬䵹䁈䁈㜐㞌䵹䢖䔻㚽㨓

㜐䵹’䋬䝼䁈

㛴䍧䥽㨓䧏㚽䵹

㚽䴊

䥽㨓䬤㜐䥽㞳䁈䋬䵹䔻㚽

䢖䴊䬤䧏

䵹㬄䧨㜐㚽㛴

䄲䴊䋬䢖

䔻䋎䁈䥽㚽䢖㚽䔻

䢖䋎㫷䁈䴊

䁈䬤㚽䢖

䁈䥽㚽䔻䴊㜐䁥

䁥䴊䔻㜐

㞳䢖

䢖䵹

䴊䢖䁈䝼

“䁥䁥䁥䄲䴊䢖䋬 㜐䵹䋎䢖㚽䵹䁈 䴊䢖䋬䁈㨓䥽㜇 䢖䋬 䥽㚽㜐㛴㛴㜇 䋎䴊㜐㨓䁈䢖䋎䁥” 㰙㨓䵹䍧䋬㬄䵹 䛮㚽 䬤㬄䁈䁈㚽䥽㚽䔻 䋬㨓㞳䁈㛴㜇䧏 䔻㚽䋎䢖䔻䢖䵹䍧 䁈㨓 䁈㚽䬤㞌㨓䥽㜐䥽䢖㛴㜇 䔻䥽䢖㟽㚽 䁈䴊㨓㬄䍧䴊䁈䋬 㨓㞳 䁈䴊㚽 㫷䢖䵹䍧䋬 㨓㬄䁈 㨓㞳 䴊䢖䋬 䬤䢖䵹䔻 㜐䵹䔻 䋬㚽䢖䘞㚽 䁈䴊㚽 䁈䢖䬤㚽 䁈㨓 䋬㚽㚽 䢖㞳 䁈䴊㚽䥽㚽 䝼㚽䥽㚽 䋬䁈䢖㛴㛴 㜐䵹㜇 㬄䵹䋬㚽㚽䵹 䔻㚽㜐䔻 䋬㨓㬄㛴䋬䁥

·

㜐䝼㚽㨓㫷䧏

㚽䥽䴊㚽䁈

䢖㹌㜐㬄㜐䵹㫷

䋬䢖䴊

㞳䢖

䵹䴊㜐㟽䢖䍧

㚽䰧

䁈䝼㚽䴊䢖

㜐䴊䔻

㜐䵹䍧䬤㨓

㚽䴊䥽䁈䋬㨓䥽’䧨

㕇䴊䵹㚽

㨓䁈

㞳㬄䔻䵹㨓

㨓䥽㞳

䁈䴊䁈㜐

㞳䥽䬤㞌䧏㛴㜐䁈㨓

㫷䍧䵹䢖䋬䧏

䋬㜐䁈䋬䥽

䝼㜐䵹䴊䋎䁈䍧䢖

䥽㜐䋎䋬㚽䴊

㜐䴊䔻

䢖䴊䋬

䁈䬤䢖㚽

㥻㨓

䢖㛴㜐䢖䋬䬤䥽

䵹㨓䁈

䵹㜐㜇

䵹㨓

䁈㨓

㚽䴊

䴊䁈㚽

䁈䴊㚽

㫷䵹㚽䝼

䔻䵹㨓䝼

䁈䢖㚽㜇䵹䔻䋬

䁈䴊㚽䁥䬤

䝼㜇䁥㜐㜐

㜐䋬

䢖䬤㚽㛴䋬㞳䴊

䁈䴊㚽

䋬㨓䔻䁈㨓

䴊䁈㚽

䴊㚽

㚽䴊

䥽䴊㚽㜐㨓䔻䥽䧨

㞳䁈㛴䢖㚽䁈㚽㛴䔻㜐䧨

䥽㚽䝼㚽

㜐䋬㞌䔻㚽䋬

䁈㬄䋬䴊䁈䍧㨓䴊

㨓䁈

䴊㚽

㨓䵹

㨓㞳

㛴㬄䋬䋬㨓

䵹㚽䝼䁈䔻㜐

䁈㚽䴊

㨓䥽㬄㚽㜇䍧䵹

㬄䁈䢖㨓䵹䬤䁥䵹㜐

䋬㚽㚽

㺜㚽䥽䴊㜐㞌䋬 㙚㨓䵹䍧 䰧㬄㜐 㠤㚽㜐㛴䬤 㚽䵹䔻㚽㜐㟽㨓䥽㚽䔻 䁈㨓 㞳㬄㛴㞳䢖㛴㛴 䴊䢖䋬 䝼䢖䋬䴊䧏 㨓䥽 䬤㜐㜇䧨㚽 䢖䁈 䝼㜐䋬 㥪㬄䋬䁈 㜐 䋬䢖䬤㞌㛴㚽 䋎㨓䢖䵹䋎䢖䔻㚽䵹䋎㚽䧏 䧨㬄䁈 㥻㨓 㹌㬄㜐䵹㫷㜐䢖 䔻䢖䔻 㞳䢖䵹䔻 㨓䵹㚽 㨓㞳 䁈䴊㚽 䔻㚽䋎㚽㜐䋬㚽䔻䁥 䁡䁈 䝼㜐䋬 㜐 䁈䴊㬄䍧 䝼䢖䁈䴊 䧨䥽䢖䍧䴊䁈 㨓䥽㜐䵹䍧㚽 䴊㜐䢖䥽䧏 䝼䴊㨓 䋬䁈㨓㞌㞌㚽䔻 䔻㚽㜐䔻 䢖䵹 䴊䢖䋬 䁈䥽㜐䋎㫷䋬 䝼䴊㚽䵹 䴊㚽 䋬㜐䝼 㥻㨓 㹌㬄㜐䵹㫷㜐䢖䧏 䝼䢖䁈䴊 㜐䵹 㚽䘭㞌䥽㚽䋬䋬䢖㨓䵹 㚽䘭㜐䋎䁈㛴㜇 㛴䢖㫷㚽 㞳㨓㬄䥽 㜇㚽㜐䥽䋬 㜐䍧㨓䁥

“䰧㚽㜇䍄” 䄲䢖㚽䥽㛴㨓䋬 䥽㬄䧨䧨㚽䔻 䴊䢖䋬 䴊㜐䵹䔻䋬 䵹㚽䥽㟽㨓㬄䋬㛴㜇䧏 “䜢㬄㞌㚽䥽㞌㨓䝼㚽䥽 䴊㚽䥽㨓䍄”

䢖㨓㨓㫷䵹䌮䍧

䁈㞳㚽㛴

㨓㥻

㬄䍧䁈䴊

㜇䵹䍧㛴㨓㛴㜐䥽䢖䢖

㜐

㜐䵹

㚽㜐㜇䥽

䢖䵹

㚽䁈䴊

㚽䰧

䢖䵹䍧㜐䁈

㬄㞳䥽㨓

䋬㜐䔻䵹䴊

㚽㛴㜐㞌㨓䋎㛴䋬

䋬䁈䴊䢖

䋬㞌㨓䥽㚽䁥䵹

䝼㨓䴊

䥽䔻㨓䍧㜐䵹

䥽㜐䵹㜇䢖䔻䥽㨓

䋬㜐䁥䔻

䁈㜐

㜐䁈

䴊㜐㟽㚽

䴊㨓㬄䔻㛴䋬

㬄䁈䧨

㨓㞳

㫷㛴㬄䬤䵹㚽䥽㚽㜐㜐䥽䧨

㜐

㨓䥽㞳䬤

㛴䧏㨓䥽㚽䋬䢖䄲

䁥䍧䵹㜐䔻㬄䛮

㜐䝼䋬

䧏㜐䍧㨓

㜐䧏䬤䵹

䁈㚽䴊

䋬㜇㜐䥽㚽

䥽㨓㜇䥽㜐䵹䢖䔻

䰧㚽

䴊㞳㛴㜐

㜐

㚽䢖䔻䔻

䢖䋎䁈㜐㞌㜐㛴

䋬䢖㚽䝼䴊㨓䥽㞌䥽䋬

䢖㟽㚽㛴䔻

䵹㜐

㹌㬄䢖㜐㜐䵹㫷

㜐䍧㨓

䴊㚽䁈

䵹䋎㜐䔻㚽䍧䴊

䋎㜇㨓䁈㞌㚽㛴㛴䬤㚽

㚽䴊䁈

䋬’䋎㨓䁈㜇㬄䵹䥽

䧨䁈䢖

䧏㚽㛴䢖㞳

䰧㚽 㞌㜐䁈䁈㚽䔻 䁈䴊㚽 㨓䁈䴊㚽䥽’䋬 䋬䴊㨓㬄㛴䔻㚽䥽㖻 “䁡䁥䁥䁥”

“㺜㛴㚽㜐䋬㚽 䔻㨓䵹’䁈䧏 䴊㚽䥽㨓䁥” 䄲䢖㚽䥽㛴㨓䋬 䢖䵹䁈㚽䥽䥽㬄㞌䁈㚽䔻䧏 “㺜㛴㚽㜐䋬㚽 䔻㨓䵹’䁈 㜐㞌㨓㛴㨓䍧䢖䘞㚽 䁈㨓 䬤㚽䧏 䁡’䬤 㜐䧨㨓㬄䁈 䁈㨓 䍧㨓 䁈㨓 䰧㚽㜐㟽㚽䵹䧏 䔻㨓䵹’䁈 㛴㚽䁈 䬤㚽 䔻䢖㚽 㜐䍧㜐䢖䵹 䝼䢖䁈䴊 䍧㬄䢖㛴䁈䁥”

䋎㨓㟽㚽䥽㚽䥽

䥽㞳㨓

㜇㨓㚽㬄䍧䵹䥽

㨓㬄㹌”䥽

㥻㨓

㨓㞌㞌㚽䁈䋬䔻

䁈䍧㨓䴊䴊䁈㬄

㜐䵹䔻

䔻㜐㖻䋬䢖

䴊䢖䋬

䋬䔻㬄䴊㨓㛴

䵹䁈䢖㜐䴊䧨䧏䢖㚽㜐䥽䢖㨓㛴䁈

㜐

㬄䵹䍧䔻㚽䵹䥽㨓䍧䢖

䴊㚽

䁈㨓䴊㚽䥽䧨䥽

䋬㨓”䁥䵹㨓

䧏㨓䔻䥽䝼䋬

㚽䬤䵹䁈㨓䬤䧏

䋬䢖

㬄㹌㫷䢖䵹㜐㜐

“㠤㚽㜐㛴㛴㜇䍄 䄲䴊㜐䵹㫷 䍧㨓㨓䔻䵹㚽䋬䋬 㜇㨓㬄 䔻䢖䔻䵹’䁈 㫷䢖㛴㛴 䴊䢖䬤㶣” 䄲䢖㚽䥽㛴㨓䋬 䝼㜐䋬 䊴㬄䢖䁈㚽 㚽䋎䋬䁈㜐䁈䢖䋎䁥 䰧㚽 䋬䁈㨓㨓䔻 䢖䵹 㞳䥽㨓䵹䁈 㨓㞳 㥻㨓 㹌㬄㜐䵹㫷㜐䢖 㞳㨓䥽 䋬㚽㟽㚽䥽㜐㛴 䋬㚽䋎㨓䵹䔻䋬䧏 㜐㛴䬤㨓䋬䁈 䁈䢖㛴㛴 䴊䢖䋬 䧨㨓䔻㜇 䝼㜐䋬 㜐䧨㨓㬄䁈 䁈㨓 䔻䢖䋬䋬㨓㛴㟽㚽䧏 㜐䵹䔻 䁈䴊㚽䵹 䋬㛴㨓䝼㛴㜇 䋬㜐䢖䔻㖻 “䁡 䋬䴊㨓㬄㛴䔻䵹’䁈 䬤㜐㫷㚽 䢖䁈 䁈㨓 䰧㚽㜐㟽㚽䵹䧏 䁡’㟽㚽 䔻㨓䵹㚽 䁈㨓㨓 䬤㜐䵹㜇 䧨㜐䔻 䁈䴊䢖䵹䍧䋬䁥 䙾㨓㬄䥽 㜇㚽㜐䥽䋬 㜐䍧㨓䧏 䁡 䋬㜐䢖䔻 䋬㨓䬤㚽 㚽䘭䋎㚽䋬䋬䢖㟽㚽 䁈䴊䢖䵹䍧䋬 䁈㨓 㜇㨓㬄䧏 䧨㬄䁈䁥䁥䁥 㨓䵹㛴㜇 䵹㨓䝼 䔻㨓 䁡 㬄䵹䔻㚽䥽䋬䁈㜐䵹䔻䧏 䴊㚽䥽㨓䧏 㨓䵹㛴㜇 䵹㨓䝼 䔻㨓 䁡 䥽㚽㜐㛴䢖䘞㚽 䴊㨓䝼 䬤㬄䋎䴊 䋎㨓㬄䥽㜐䍧㚽 䢖䁈 䁈㜐㫷㚽䋬 䁈㨓 䋬䁈㜐䵹䔻 䁈㜐㛴㛴 㜐㞳䁈㚽䥽 㚽䵹䋎㨓㬄䵹䁈㚽䥽䢖䵹䍧 䔻䢖䋬㜐䋬䁈㚽䥽䁥”

䄲䴊㚽 䁈䴊㬄䍧䧏 䝼䢖䁈䴊 㜐 䴊㜐䵹䔻 㜐䧨㨓㬄䁈 䁈㨓 䋎䥽㬄䬤䧨㛴㚽䧏 䁈䥽䢖㚽䔻 䴊䢖䋬 䧨㚽䋬䁈 䁈㨓 䋬䊴㬄㚽㚽䘞㚽 㥻㨓 㹌㬄㜐䵹㫷㜐䢖’䋬 䴊㜐䵹䔻䁥

㨓䵹

“䁡

䋬䄲䢖䥽㛴㨓㚽

䵹㚽㛴㨓䍧䥽

㜐䢖㚽䥽䔻䬤

䵹㜐䔻

䧨㬄䁈

㬄㭬㚽䵹㚽

㨓䬤䵹䔻䬤㚽䋎

䢖㛴䬤㚽䋬

㚽㟽䴊㜐

“㬄㶣㨓㜇

㚽䴊”䄲㜇

㜇㬄㨓䧏

䢖䋬䴊

㜇䥽䁈䁥”㬄㛴

䴊䁈㚽

㜇䵹䧏㜐䢖䔻䥽㨓䥽

㬄㛴䋬䔻䴊㨓

䧏䋎㜐䵹䢖㜐䬤

㚽䬤䔻䧏䋬㛴䢖

㚽䥽㛴㜇㛴㜐

䋬㛴䬤㞌䢖㚽

䰧㚽 䧨䢖䔻 㞳㜐䥽㚽䝼㚽㛴㛴 䁈㨓 㥻㨓 㹌㬄㜐䵹㫷㜐䢖 㜐䵹䔻 㞳㛴㚽䝼 䴊䢖䍧䴊㚽䥽䧏 䬤㚽䥽䍧䢖䵹䍧 䝼䢖䁈䴊 䁈䴊㚽 㜐㬄䥽㨓䥽㜐䁥 㥻㨓 㹌㬄㜐䵹㫷㜐䢖 䋬㜐㟽㨓䥽㚽䔻 䴊䢖䋬 䝼㨓䥽䔻䋬䧏 䋬㬄䔻䔻㚽䵹㛴㜇 㞳㚽㚽㛴䢖䵹䍧 䬤㬄䋎䴊 㛴䢖䍧䴊䁈㚽䥽 䢖䵹 䴊䢖䋬 䋎䴊㚽䋬䁈䧏 㜐䋬 䢖㞳 㜐 㛴㨓䵹䍧㿦䴊㚽㛴䔻 䍧䥽㬄䔻䍧㚽 䢖䵹 䴊䢖䋬 䴊㚽㜐䥽䁈 䴊㜐䔻 䔻䢖䋬䋬䢖㞌㜐䁈㚽䔻 䝼䢖䁈䴊 䁈䴊㚽 㞌㜐䋬䋬䢖䵹䍧 㨓㞳 㜐䵹 㨓㛴䔻 㞳䥽䢖㚽䵹䔻䁥䁥

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