Capítulo 1394: Chapter 11: Strategy Assistant

“I don’t understand, I don’t get it, I have no idea what’s going on with him?” Gongsun Ce said, “Is treating his eyes so difficult for someone as skilled as him?”

Qin Ming looked into his eyes: “You haven’t treated your eyes either…”

“I want to wear glasses!” Gongsun Ce became anxious.

“Mr. Zhang said that being like this is beneficial for his cultivation right now, but I think Yan Qi still has his own reasons for not wanting to open his eyes to see the current world,” Qin Ming said. “He’s very stubborn; even if something is good or right, if he doesn’t want to do it, he won’t.”

“What’s this all about… why be blind for no reason…” Gongsun Ce muttered.

He casually chatted some more, agreed to spar with Qin Ming the next day, bought some snacks for Qin Qianbai, and then took his leave. In just a few words, the previously lively expression disappeared from the grey-haired youth, and the slanting sunset stretched his languid shadow long.

Qin Qianbai tugged on her uncle’s sleeve: “Uncle Ming, that was your new classmate, right?”

“Yes,” Qin Ming nodded.

“Then he shouldn’t be very familiar with Uncle Yan; why does he seem so unhappy?” Qin Qianbai asked.

Qin Ming thought for a moment and said, “Some people don’t need much time to get along because their essence is very similar. Just like many elders teach you martial arts at home, but you and I get along best because neither of us bothers with troublesome matters, so we’re both happy.”

“But he’s nothing like Uncle Yan; Uncle Yan isn’t so talkative.”

“Yan Qi often gets mad about inexplicable things too,” Qin Ming said.

Qin Qianbai thought about it for a while and felt that Uncle Ming made a good point. She couldn’t quite grasp what these two were thinking. In this sense, Uncle Gongsun and Uncle Yan were indeed alike.

·

Gongsun Ce threw himself onto the bed of his small wooden house, staring gloomily at the ceiling. The series of events after class today made him unhappy; even the bickering with Situ Yi seemed less detestable compared to the tasks of the Empire’s civil servants and Yan Qi’s situation. He glanced at the monitoring bookshelf and felt a surge of annoyance, hurling a shuriken over.

“This ancient city is like a prison; no matter how skilled you are, you can’t be happy.”

“True,” Gongsun Ce nodded, “How did you get here? Why did you come? What makes you think you can come?”

The speaker was sitting at his desk looking at the map of Divine Capital, wearing a white trench coat and with blue hair. King Pingdeng tilted his head to dodge the shuriken, turning back with an innocent expression: “Seeing you living alone so lonely, I came out to chat with you. That look of yours driving away suspicious people is so hurtful…”

Gongsun Ce couldn’t be bothered to figure out how this person appeared; these Eternal Kings with their vast divine skills wouldn’t surprise him even if they tore this virtual space-time apart with their bare hands. He waved dismissively: “Mr. Gongsun is busy, just waiting to finish this task so we can concentrate our strength and lead everyone to beat you up, so can you leave if there’s nothing else?”

King Pingdeng looked regretful: “Look at your attitude now! When you first got clear, you were all respectful, but lying there on your bed talking to me with no respect now. Power truly corrupts, Gongsun Ce, you look just like a strong man’s ugly face now!”

Gongsun Ce squinted at him: “Hey, isn’t it you Desolate Form Mages who most like the logic of who is strong and confident? If I were still like before, you’d mock me for not making progress, right?”

“Indeed, which is why I like your ugly face,” King Pingdeng flipped faster than a book, somehow producing a handful of seeds to crack, “No idle talk, onto business. Through this afternoon’s little adventure, you should feel Order King is a rotten guy.”

“What I feel doesn’t align with the evidence I have.”

“You don’t have evidence, but you have intuition, don’t you? Trust yourself; that cold and rotten person doesn’t match your way,” King Pingdeng said, “But if things continue like this, you’ll be stuck, so I’ve decided to give you a small hint. You missed important information today.”

Gongsun Ce was stunned: “What did I miss?”

“Subjectively, you didn’t do anything wrong, but you should have listened carefully to Liu’s advice before: relying too much on Netherworld Eyes will make you overlook signs you should notice immediately.” King Pingdeng wagged his finger, “If you observed the whole process with normal eyesight, you’d see that Yan Qi didn’t use any Illusion Technique at the end. He directly led Master Jing onto the main road of Divine Capital City.”

Gongsun Ce immediately reacted: “No Illusion Technique… Information Cloaking?”

“Excellent, talking with you is so easy!” King Pingdeng clapped his hands, “Carry on strategy, buddy, the progress is good so far, waiting for your good news.”

King Pingdeng put down the map and disappeared like air. Gongsun Ce pondered for a moment, taking out the rabbit, realizing the gray rabbit’s needle tilted slightly towards ‘positive’. This indicated that his actions today promoted history towards the correct direction… but this afternoon’s series of events shouldn’t have involved him; if he wasn’t there, Yan Qi also had no reason to participate in that trivial matter.

Events that originally didn’t occur, yet moved history in the right direction?

Gongsun Ce pondered for a moment, hurriedly left the campus, and returned to Divine Capital City.

·

The cold wind of the twelfth lunar month swept through the gray streets, warm as spring within the brightly lit interior. Actors with painted faces on the stage sang ancient opera tunes, and the audience below listened intently. Situ Yi sat in the last row of the audience, his slender fingers moving gently with the accompaniment.

“Have you gotten acquainted with your new classmate?” asked the black-clad boy beside him, “What kind of person is he?”

“Devil’s Secret Skill performs an Illusion Technique, worldly-wise and emulates true emotions.” Situ Yi laughed, “The scheming is profound, unfathomable.”

“To receive such an evaluation from you, one must be frightening indeed.” Hidden Law Master said, “Here’s an intriguing piece of news for you: Tonight, Gongsun Ce conducted experiments across the Divine Capital. He used some minor Impermanence Skill methods in front of ordinary people to observe their reactions. I think he has guessed the hidden laws.”

Situ Yi showed no reaction: “Gongsun bears heavy responsibilities, this matter is commonplace.”

“No, this is quite strange.” Hidden Law Master objected, “The Universe Patrol Department people must have some understanding of the hidden laws, at the very least they’d have been hinted at by superiors. If he truly belongs to the Universe Patrol Department, why would he conduct such experiments? He acts like an outsider with limited understanding, even with the highest level of confidentiality, such concealment of information has gone too far.”

Situ Yi did not reply, humming a tune and shaking his head, Hidden Law Master felt slight dissatisfaction: “Did you listen to me talking?”

Situ Yi turned his head, smiling meaningfully: “A close friend is a warrior, definitely not a strategist or advisor. Not adept at analytical thinking, why force it?”

“That’s why I’m asking for your opinion.” Hidden Law Master frowned.

Situ Yi raised his head, looking at the stage, smiled and said: “Watch the play, watch the play!”

“You possess empty wisdom yet short-sighted, I’ve spoken to you about so much regarding major issues and still, you remain indifferent, merely watching the play!” Hidden Law Master sighed helplessly, “Fine, ultimately this is still the time for preparation, you will make your decision one day.”

Situ Yi remained unmoved, only asking with a smile: “Has my close friend gained a lot?”

“Found quite a bit in the palace database, will use it to test the current emperor’s bottom line soon.” Hidden Law Master stood up, “Sometimes, it feels very uninspiring… Over two thousand years have passed and humans and the world remain in such a state, filthy to the point of nauseating.”

Situ Yi suddenly raised his arm: “Rise a great fire, burn down the imperial city!”

The boy in black glanced at him, his young face full of an elder’s world-weariness.

“Burn what?” Hidden Law Master sighed, “Ultimately, it’s about preserving the stained hand at present, everyone is the same.”

He quickly headed to the exit, pushed open the large door, and left. The cold wind from the street crept through the door crack, making the elderly man in the front row shiver, he turned and looked but saw no one leaving, only noticed a scholar in white hat in the middle of the back row, happily watching the play.

·

The next day, ten o’clock in the morning. Just after the first session of the morning ended, Gongsun Ce lay on his classroom desk, idly flipping through the “Imperial Academy Supervisor Disciple Rules” given by Liu Zhongwu.

After receiving the hint from King Pingdeng last night, Gongsun Ce immediately went to the Divine Capital City to conduct experiments, and the results were exactly as he predicted. Whether ejecting fire from his mouth, entwined by snakes, or juggling shuriken with both hands—none attracted anyone’s attention, the passersby often cast a glance of surprise then walked away in silence. Such silence wasn’t the kind of disdainful silence people of the Divine Capital would show when seeing a country bumpkin clown but an indifference as if they hadn’t seen anything at all, they simply could not recognize the anomalies around them. It was as if a powerful Information Life Form had woven an illusory net that paralyzed all the minds of the Divine Capital people, causing them to overlook all unusual actions around them.

“So dull!” Gongsun Ce sighed.

“If it’s dull, why not go for a walk?” Liu Zhongwu chimed in. It’s rare for all five to be present in Mr. Zhang’s class on memes and intentions this morning, Liu Zhongwu was the only one earnestly taking notes, while the rest either weren’t listening or were memorizing mentally.

Gongsun Ce got up and walked out of the classroom: “I’m not talking about the environment, but about our Divine Capital City, so dull!”

“This is the Empire’s core at the feet of the Son of Heaven, there’s no reason why the management wouldn’t be strict?” Liu Zhongwu laughed, “Empire management emphasizes stability, better nothing happens than something.”

“Overregulation can have adverse effects, you know.” Gongsun Ce said, “Don’t believe me? Go and ask outside, I guarantee the ordinary students are also annoyed.”

Liu Zhongwu’s face turned peculiar upon hearing this: “I wouldn’t advise you to go… the outside students are having a hard time these days, you’d better not provoke them as a carefree person.”

“What happened, again?”

Curiosity piqued, Gongsun Ce saw there was still some time before the next class, so he crossed the stone bridge to the other side of the barrier. The inside and outside layout of the Imperial Academy is symmetrical, the exterior setup mirrors the interior like inside a mirror. It was time for the outside to finish classes too, but none of the students came out for air or casually discussed poetry. Only the faint sound of orders echoed from the playground, several young people standing under pine trees, wearing summer casual attire, each with a grim expression.

“I truly cannot accept this arrangement.” A crew-cut student said angrily, “The situation is tense, students preparing for battle, everyone joining the military. Shouting slogans loudly, but what are we learning? Aside from standing at military posture and physical training, it’s listening to a group of things buzzing like flies. And with such low-quality things, they can even enter the gates of the Imperial Academy?”

“Say less, there’s still homework needing preparation tonight…” advised the student with weak legs nearby.

“I insist on saying it! Only the leaders above who act as night chamber pots filled with excrement could think of such idiotic ideas!” The student remained indignant, “If I were to learn the Heavenly Return Skill in a martial arts hall in the city for 10 days, it would be more meaningful than this foolish training…”

“Assemble!!!”

A sharp whistle sounded from afar on the playground, followed by a commanding voice full of arrogance, the kind that immediately triggers dislike, like a monkey prancing arrogantly. The students under the trees stood up one by one, gritted their teeth, and moved forward. A few seconds later, the earlier voice sounded again.

“Two seconds late! I’ve emphasized the discipline style a million times but you don’t listen, do you? All squat down for me!”

Gongsun Ce was incredulous: “What the hell is all this?”

Liu Zhongwu shrugged: “Imperial Academy military training.”

䞙㶕㥊㮞㶐

“䔟㶕㞸䞙䣳

老

蘆

㩛䞙䁇㮞㢺䁇㘆㲎䍃

䰈䯄䥉

盧

㮞㶕䞙㶐䁇

䰈䯄䥉

㩛䔟䔟䰈㶕”䁚䳵䥉䥏

䞙㘆䁇㻤

魯

擄

䛨䥉

䰈㾂

路

䔟㶕䳵䔟

㶐䞙㶕

䞙㲎㩛㢺㢺䋈䥉䥉䁇䞙㶕㶕

㶕’䥉䛨䁇

䔟䔟㩛㞸㞸䔟㾂㩛

㩛䯄䰈䥉

㮞㐄㢺㢺㶕㶐㢺䔟㸕䃙

㶕䁇㘆䞙䣳䰈㢺㲎㶕

㶐䁇䯄㶐㶕䞙㮞㩛㶕䔟

爐

㶐㢺䔟㮞㮞䍃

擄

䯄䃙

盧

蘆

㽈㘆䔟 㻤㢺㶕䁇䔟㩛 㻤㢺㶕㶐 㘆䥉㻤㐄䔟㶐 䞙㸕㩛䥉㮞㮞 䁇㘆䔟 䁇㩛䞙㢺㶕㢺㶕㲎 㲎㩛䥉䯄㶕㶐 䥉㥀 䁇㘆䔟 䓭㞸䃙䔟㩛㢺䞙㐄 㻨㸕䞙㶐䔟㞸䰈 㫀䯄䃙䔟㩛䳵㢺㮞䥉㩛䩫 㻨 㘆䯄㶕㶐㩛䔟㶐 䥉㩛 㮞䥉 䰈䥉䯄㶕㲎 㞸䔟㶕 䞙㶕㶐 㻤䥉㞸䔟㶕 㢺㶕 㮞㘆䥉㩛䁇䳺㮞㐄䔟䔟䳵䔟㶐 㸕㐄䥉䁇㘆䔟㮞 㮞䁇䥉䥉㶐 䃙䞙㐄䔟䳺㥀䞙㸕䔟㶐䥏 䁇㘆䔟㢺㩛 㮞㻤䔟䞙䁇 㮞䥉䞙䪻㢺㶕㲎 䁇㘆䔟㢺㩛 㲎䞙㩛㞸䔟㶕䁇㮞䥏 㻤㢺䁇㘆 䁇㘆䔟 䥉㸕㸕䞙㮞㢺䥉㶕䞙㐄 䯄㶕䔟䳵䔟㶕 㲎䞙㮞䃙 㾂㩛䔟䞙䪻㢺㶕㲎 䁇㘆䔟 㮞㢺㐄䔟㶕㸕䔟䩫 㽈㘆䔟䰈 㘆䞙㶐 㩙䯄㮞䁇 㸕䥉㞸䃙㐄䔟䁇䔟㶐 䞙 㥀䯄㐄㐄 㘆䥉䯄㩛 䥉㥀 䃙㘆䰈㮞㢺㸕䞙㐄 䁇㩛䞙㢺㶕㢺㶕㲎 䞙㶕㶐 㻤䔟㩛䔟 䥉㶕 䁇㘆䔟 㾂㩛㢺㶕䪻 䥉㥀 䔟䝓㘆䞙䯄㮞䁇㢺䥉㶕䩫

䓭㶕㮞䁇㩛䯄㸕䁇䥉㩛 㯵䞙㶕㲎 䪛㢺㶕 䥉㥀 䁇㘆䔟 㺥䔟㥀䁇 䞙㶕㶐 䎁㢺㲎㘆䁇 䚉䯄䞙㩛㶐㮞 㮞䁇䥉䥉㶐 㸕㩛䥉䥉䪻䔟㶐㐄䰈 䯄㶕㶐䔟㩛 䁇㘆䔟 㮞㘆䞙㶐䔟䥏 䃙䥉㢺㶕䁇㢺㶕㲎 㘆㢺㮞 㥀㢺㶕㲎䔟㩛 䞙䁇 䁇㘆䔟 㶕䥉㮞䔟㮞 䥉㥀 䁇㘆䔟㮞䔟 䰈䥉䯄㶕㲎 䃙䔟䥉䃙㐄䔟䩫 㯵䔟䔟㐄㢺㶕㲎 䁇㘆䔟 㢺㶕㶐㢺㲎㶕䞙㶕䁇 㲎㐄䞙㩛䔟㮞 䥉㥀 䁇㘆䔟㮞䔟 㢺㞸䃙䥉䳵䔟㩛㢺㮞㘆䔟㶐 㮞㸕㘆䥉㐄䞙㩛㮞䥏 㘆䔟 㻤䞙㮞 㥀㢺㐄㐄䔟㶐 㻤㢺䁇㘆 䞙 䪻㢺㶕㶐 䥉㥀 㾂䥉䞙㮞䁇㥀䯄㐄 㮞䞙䁇㢺㮞㥀䞙㸕䁇㢺䥉㶕䩫

䞙

䰈䥉䯄

㸕䥉㞸䃙㐄䰈

䃙䃙䔟䥉㐄䔟

㩛㶕䞙㢺㢺㶕䥉䩫㶐㶕㢺䥉䯄㮞㾂䁇

㮞䯄㞸䁇

㲎㸕㶐䔟㘆䩫䞙㶕

㥀䥉䥉㐄㲎㐄㶕㢺㻤

䁇㘆䔟

㢺䞙㞸㢺䁇㩛䰈㐄

䰱䞙䰈㶕

㶕㢺

㸕㘆㲎䔟㶕䥏䞙㶐

㘆䥉㻤

䥉䁇

䞙䥏㾂䁇䁇㐄䔟

㸕㐄㶐㐄䞙䔟

㞸䔟㩛㢺㐄䞙䃙䓭

㮞䔟䁇䞙㘆䯄㢺㩛䥉㢺䁇

㩛䥉㶕㩛䞙䞙㲎䁇

㩛㥀䥉

㶕䔟㘆䁇

㢺䁇䰈䳵㮞㶻㶕䔟㦠㢺㩛

䁇㘆䔟

䞙㸕䪻䃙

䯄䥉䥉㲎㢺㮞㩛㩛

䞙㩛㻤

㶕䥉

㞸䞙䔟㶐㶐㶕

㐄㢺㲎㶕䯄㶕㻤㐄㢺

䔟䁇㘆

㶕㶐䞙

䥉㥀

䔟㮞䥉㶐㩛㩛䥏

䁇䞙㶕㻤

䃙䔟䃙䞙㩛㩛䔟

㩛䔟䞙

䁇䁇㩛䞙㞸䔟

㘆䔟㽈

䁇䥉

䁇䁇㘆䞙

㢺㮞

㐄䔟㮞䁇㦠䰈

䁇㲎㢺㢺㶕㶕㩛䞙

䃙䯄

䰈䯄䥉

䔟㩛䞙㶐

㥀䓭

䔟㘆㽈

㢺㸕㞸䳵㢺䩫䁇

㢺㥀

㶕䁇䥉

䥉㐄䥏㩛䔟䯄㾂䁇

䳵䃙㩛䯄㐄䥉㢺䔟䰈㮞

䁇㢺㶕䥉

㘆㻤䔟㶕

㲎䔟䁇

㮞䥉㘆㸕㩛䞙㐄㮞

㸕㮞䞙䯄䔟

㐄䥉䞙㮞

䥉䯄䰈

㮞䁇㶐䁇䯄㮞㶕䔟

䁇䥉

㘆㸕㻤㢺㘆

䞙㩛䥏䔟

㢺㮞

㘆䔟䁇

㩛䔟䞙

㥀䥉

㐄㥀㐄䞙

㢺䁇䔟㞸㮞

䁇䔟㮞㞸㢺

䥏㶕䔟㶐䔟㶐㢺

䳵䔟㘆䞙

㶕㪊䔟

㘆䞙䳵䔟

䁇㶕䔟䔟㥀㮞㾂㢺

䰈㶐䁇䔟䔟㾂䩫㐄䥉㢺㶕

㩛䔟䁇䥉㸕䳵

䰈䥉䯄

䯄䥉䰈

䔟㶐㾂㢺㮞䥏䥉䰈

䔟䞙䔟䳵䍃㐄

㯵㩛䥉㞸 䞙 㶐㢺㮞䁇䞙㶕㸕䔟䥏 䁇㘆㩛䔟䔟 㮞䁇䯄㶐䔟㶕䁇㮞 㻤㘆䥉’㶐 䁇䞙䪻䔟㶕 㐄䔟䞙䳵䔟 䁇䥉 䯄㮞䔟 䁇㘆䔟 㾂䞙䁇㘆㩛䥉䥉㞸 㸕䞙㞸䔟 㩛䯄㶕㶕㢺㶕㲎 㾂䞙㸕䪻䥏 㩛䔟㐄䯄㸕䁇䞙㶕䁇㐄䰈 㮞㘆䥉䯄䁇㢺㶕㲎 “䎁䔟䃙䥉㩛䁇䩫” 㯵䞙㶕㲎 䪛㢺㶕 㶐㢺㶐㶕’䁇 䔟䳵䔟㶕 㲎㐄䞙㶕㸕䔟 䁇㘆䔟㢺㩛 㻤䞙䰈䥏 㾂䯄䁇 㢺㶕㮞䁇䔟䞙㶐 㸕㘆䔟㸕䪻䔟㶐 㘆㢺㮞 㻤䞙䁇㸕㘆 䞙㶕㶐䥏 䞙㮞 㢺㥀 㶐㢺㮞㸕䥉䳵䔟㩛㢺㶕㲎 䞙 㶕䔟㻤 㸕䥉㶕䁇㢺㶕䔟㶕䁇䥏 䔟䝓㸕㐄䞙㢺㞸䔟㶐 㻤㢺䁇㘆 㶐䔟㐄㢺㲎㘆䁇䓬 “㽈㻤䥉 㮞䔟㸕䥉㶕㶐㮞 㐄䞙䁇䔟䍃 㥊䥉㻤 㞸䞙㶕䰈 䁇㢺㞸䔟㮞 㘆䞙䳵䔟 䓭 䁇䥉㐄㶐 䰈䥉䯄 䁇䥉 㩛䔟䁇䯄㩛㶕 䁇䥉 㥀䥉㩛㞸䞙䁇㢺䥉㶕 㢺㞸㞸䔟㶐㢺䞙䁇䔟㐄䰈 㻤㘆䔟㶕 㸕䞙㐄㐄䔟㶐䣳 䛨䞙䰈 䞙㥀䁇䔟㩛 㶐䞙䰈䥏 䓭 䁇䞙㐄䪻 䞙㾂䥉䯄䁇 㶐㢺㮞㸕㢺䃙㐄㢺㶕䔟 䞙㶕㶐 㮞䁇䰈㐄䔟䥏 㾂䯄䁇 䁇㘆䔟㩛䔟’㮞 㶕䥉 䔟㥀㥀䔟㸕䁇䩫 䓭 㩛䔟䞙㐄㐄䰈 㶐䥉㶕’䁇 㐄㢺䪻䔟 䁇䥉 䁇㩛䥉䯄㾂㐄䔟 䔟䳵䔟㩛䰈䥉㶕䔟䥏 㮞䥉 㻤㘆䰈 㶐䥉㶕’䁇 䰈䥉䯄 㩛䔟㮞䃙䔟㸕䁇 㞸䔟䣳”

㥊䔟 㮞䯄㶐㶐䔟㶕㐄䰈 㩛䥉䞙㩛䔟㶐䥏 “䃓䥉䯄 䁇㘆㩛䔟䔟䥏 㮞䁇䞙㶕㶐 䁇㘆䔟㩛䔟䍃 䁚䳵䔟㩛䰈䥉㶕䔟 䔟㐄㮞䔟䥏 㮞㜆䯄䞙䁇 㶐䥉㻤㶕䍃”

㩛㶐㻨䔟㐄䰈䞙

㸕䥉㮞㐄㩛㘆䞙

㥀㮞䁇㮞㢺䥏

㮞㻤䞙

㐄䔟䔟䁇㮞㸕㩛䰈

㻤䥉㘆—㲎㶕㢺䥉㶐

㘆㢺㮞

㩛䔟䥉䁇㘆㮞

㮞䥉䍃

㐄㐄䞙

䔟䁇㮞㐄㶕㢺

䥉㲎㩛䔟㐄㶕

㶕㶐㶕䞙䁇㲎㮞㢺

㢺䁇

㢺䔟㶕㾂㲎

㲎㸕㥀㶕䞙㢺

䥉㥀

䥉㥀

㘆㽈䔟

㸕䞙㶕㢺㮞䯄㲎

㐄䔟㐄䥉㻤㥀

㩛䥉㥀

䥏㥀㶐䞙䁇㢺㲎䔟䯄

㢺㶕

䞙㻤㮞

㘆㮞㢺

䥉䔟㮞㶐㸕䋈㢺䞙㩛䁇

㶕䥏䥉㩛㥀䁇

䞙㘆㶐

䥉㥀

䁇䥉

䁇䥉

㮞䁇㮞䯄䔟㶐㶕䩫䁇

䔟䁇㘆

䔟䔟㶕㾂

䔟㘆䁇

䁇䞙

䁇㮞㜆䯄㶐䁇䞙䔟

㢺㘆㮞

䩫㮞㥀䩫䩫䯄㩛㥀䔟

㶕䔟㶐䔟㐄㸕㘆㸕

㶕㻤䥉

㩛䥉㥀

䯄㥀䁇㐄䞙

䥉㻤㘆

䔟㲎䔟㮞㶐䔟㩛

䔟䁇㘆

㮞㻤䞙

㶕䞙㶐

㸕㮞㮞䞙㐄䞙㮞㞸䁇䔟

㐄䞙㞸㞸䞙㾂㐄—䔟䔟㾂

䞙㐄㐄

㩛䞙㸕㢺㩛䔟㶐

㻤㶕䥉

㩛㥀䥉

䔟㢺㩛䁇㘆

㩛䁇䔟㘆䔟

䔟㶕㾂㢺㲎

㢺㘆㮞

䞙㮞

㐄䁇䔟䞙

㘆䔟㽈

㲎䞙㩛㶕䳵䰈㢺

㮞䔟㩛㘆䥉䁇

㮞䁇㮞䔟䯄䁇㶕㶐’

㶐䞙㶕

㢺䔟㶕㐄㸕䥏㮞䔟

㲎㶕䳵䞙䔟㢺㐄

㶕㢺㶕䁇䯄㲎㩛

㘆䁇䔟

㢺㩛㘆䁇䔟

㶐䯄䁇䁇䔟㮞㶕㮞

㲎䯄㶕㢺㸕㮞㩛

䃙䞙㐄䔟

“䩫㐄䁇”㥀䯄䞙

䃙䃙䞙䔟㩛䩫

㶕䔟䘀㢺㲎

㩛㐄䞙䁇䔟㸕䥉㞸䔟㮞

㶐㮞䔟㶕㩛䔟䁇䔟

㘆䁇䔟

㥀㮞㩛䯄䔟㥀䥏

㐄㢺㮞䃙

㲎䔟䋈䞙

㶕㐄㸕㮞㲎䞙䔟

㮞㐄䥉㾂䔟㩛䞙㶕䔟㶕䯄䞙㦠

䞙㸕㶕㲎㢺䯄㮞

䁇㘆㢺㮞

䰈䔟㐄㮞䳵㶐㶐䔟㩛䔟

㢺㶕㮞䁇㩛䯄㸕’䁇㩛䥉㮞

㘆䁇䔟

㮞䔟”㮞䁇䞙㢺”䪻㞸

㐄䞙㞸㾂䔟

㢺䥉䃙䥏䁇㶕

䁇㻨

䥉㶕

䁇㢺

㯵䞙㶕㲎 䪛㢺㶕 㻤䥉㩛䔟 䞙㶕 䞙㶕㲎㩛䰈 䔟䝓䃙㩛䔟㮞㮞㢺䥉㶕 䥉㶕 㘆㢺㮞 㥀䞙㸕䔟䥏 㾂䯄䁇 㘆䔟 䯄㶕㶐䔟㩛㮞䁇䥉䥉㶐 䁇㘆䔟 㩛䔟䞙㸕䁇㢺䥉㶕㮞 䥉㥀 䁇㘆䔟㮞䔟 䃙䔟䥉䃙㐄䔟 䁇㘆䥉㩛䥉䯄㲎㘆㐄䰈䩫 㥊䞙䳵㢺㶕㲎 㮞䃙䔟㶕䁇 䞙 㶐䔟㸕䞙㶐䔟 㢺㶕 䁇㘆䔟 㞸㢺㐄㢺䁇䞙㩛䰈䥏 㶐䥉㢺㶕㲎 㮞㢺㞸㢺㐄䞙㩛 㢺㶕㮞䁇㩛䯄㸕䁇䥉㩛 㶐䯄䁇㢺䔟㮞 㸕䥉䯄㶕䁇㐄䔟㮞㮞 䁇㢺㞸䔟㮞䥏 㘆䔟 㻤䔟㐄㐄 䯄㶕㶐䔟㩛㮞䁇䥉䥉㶐 䁇㘆䔟 䃙㮞䰈㸕㘆䥉㐄䥉㲎䰈 䥉㥀 䁇㘆䔟㮞䔟 㮞䁇䯄㶐䔟㶕䁇㮞䩫 䗑㘆䔟㶕䔟䳵䔟㩛 䁇㘆䔟㩛䔟 㢺㮞 㩛䔟㮞䔟㶕䁇㞸䔟㶕䁇䥏 㢺䁇 㶕䔟䔟㶐㮞 䞙 䁇䞙㩛㲎䔟䁇 㥀䥉㩛 㩛䔟㐄䔟䞙㮞䔟䩫 䓭㥀 䰈䥉䯄 㲎㢺䳵䔟 䁇㘆䔟㞸 㸕䥉㩛䃙䥉㩛䞙㐄 䃙䯄㶕㢺㮞㘆㞸䔟㶕䁇 䥉㩛 㮞㻤䔟䞙㩛 䞙䁇 䁇㘆䔟㞸䥏 㢺䁇 㾂䔟㸕䥉㞸䔟㮞 䞙 㩛䔟䞙㮞䥉㶕 㥀䥉㩛 䁇㘆䔟㞸 䁇䥉 㩛䔟䃙䥉㩛䁇 䰈䥉䯄䩫 㫀䥉䥏 䞙䁇 䞙 䁇㢺㞸䔟 㐄㢺䪻䔟 䁇㘆㢺㮞䥏 䃙䯄㐄㐄㢺㶕㲎 䞙 㥀䔟㻤 㮞㸕䞙䃙䔟㲎䥉䞙䁇㮞 㥀㩛䥉㞸 䞙㞸䥉㶕㲎 䁇㘆䔟 㮞䁇䯄㶐䔟㶕䁇㮞 㻤㢺㐄㐄 㶐㢺㩛䔟㸕䁇 䁇㘆䔟㢺㩛 䔟㞸䥉䁇㢺䥉㶕㮞 㢺㶕㻤䞙㩛㶐 䞙㶕㶐 䞙㶕䰈 㸕䥉㞸㞸䥉䁇㢺䥉㶕 㻤䥉䯄㐄㶐 㾂䔟 䁇㘆䔟㢺㩛 䥉㻤㶕 㶐䥉㢺㶕㲎䥏 㘆䞙䳵㢺㶕㲎 㶕䥉䁇㘆㢺㶕㲎 䁇䥉 㶐䥉 㻤㢺䁇㘆 䁇㘆䔟 㢺㶕㮞䁇㩛䯄㸕䁇䥉㩛䩫

䘣䥉 㞸䞙䁇䁇䔟㩛 㘆䥉㻤 㞸䯄㸕㘆 䰈䥉䯄 㘆䞙䁇䔟 䥉㩛 㩛䔟㮞䔟㶕䁇䥏 㻤㘆䞙䁇 㸕䞙㶕 䰈䥉䯄 㶐䥉䣳 㻨㥀䁇䔟㩛 㐄䔟䞙䳵㢺㶕㲎 䁇㘆䔟 䓭㞸䃙䔟㩛㢺䞙㐄 㻨㸕䞙㶐䔟㞸䰈䥏 㶕㢺㶕䔟䁇䰈 䃙䔟㩛㸕䔟㶕䁇 㻤㢺㐄㐄 㾂䔟 䞙㮞㮞㢺㲎㶕䔟㶐 䞙㐄㐄 䥉䳵䔟㩛 䁇㘆䔟 䁚㞸䃙㢺㩛䔟䥏 䞙㶕㶐 䁇㘆䔟 㩛䔟㞸䞙㢺㶕㢺㶕㲎 䁇䔟㶕 䃙䔟㩛㸕䔟㶕䁇 㻤㢺㐄㐄 㮞䁇䞙㩛䁇 㥀㩛䥉㞸 䁇㘆䔟 㐄䥉㻤䔟㮞䁇 䃙䥉㮞㢺䁇㢺䥉㶕㮞䩫 㪊㶕㸕䔟 㢺㶕 䁇㘆䔟 㸕䥉䯄㩛䁇䥏 䰈䥉䯄 㞸䯄㮞䁇 㸕䥉㞸䃙㐄䰈䩫 㽈㩛䰈㢺㶕㲎 䁇䥉 㮞䔟䔟䪻 㩛䔟䳵䔟㶕㲎䔟 䞙㸕㩛䥉㮞㮞 䥉㩛㲎䞙㶕㢺䋈䞙䁇㢺䥉㶕㮞 㻤䥉䯄㐄㶐 㞸䔟䞙㶕 㩛䯄㢺㶕㢺㶕㲎 䰈䥉䯄㩛 䥉㻤㶕 䃙㩛䥉㮞䃙䔟㸕䁇㮞䩫 㯵䞙㶕㲎 䪛㢺㶕 䯄㶕㶐䔟㩛㮞䁇䥉䥉㶐 䁇㘆䔟㮞䔟 㮞䁇䞙䪻䔟㮞 䳵䔟㩛䰈 㻤䔟㐄㐄 䞙㶕㶐 㻤䞙㮞 䁇㘆䔟㩛䔟㥀䥉㩛䔟 㮞䥉 㸕䥉㶕㥀㢺㶐䔟㶕䁇䥏 䔟㮞䃙䔟㸕㢺䞙㐄㐄䰈 㲎㢺䳵䔟㶕 䁇㘆䞙䁇 㮞䯄䃙䔟㩛㢺䥉㩛㮞 㘆䞙㶐 㮞䃙䔟㸕㢺㥀㢺㸕䞙㐄㐄䰈 “㢺㶕㮞䁇㩛䯄㸕䁇䔟㶐” 㘆㢺㞸䩫䩫䩫

㘆䁇䔟䰈

㘆䰈㽈䔟

䞙㶕䁇㻤

䰈䥉䯄

䥉䁇

䰈䥉䯄

㻤䞙㶕䁇

䍃䞙㲎䔟㩛

䁇䔟㮞䔟䥏㶕㩛

䥉䁇

㯵䞙㶕㲎 䪛㢺㶕 䔟䰈䔟㶐 䁇㘆䔟 䃙䞙㐄䔟䳺㐄㢺䃙䃙䔟㶐 㮞䁇䯄㶐䔟㶕䁇㮞 㮞㢺㶐䔟㻤䞙䰈㮞䥏 䔟㮞䁇㢺㞸䞙䁇㢺㶕㲎 䁇㘆䔟㢺㩛 䃙䞙䁇㢺䔟㶕㸕䔟䩫 㽈䔟㶕 㶐䞙䰈㮞 㢺㶕䁇䥉 䁇㘆䔟 㞸㢺㐄㢺䁇䞙㩛䰈 䁇㩛䞙㢺㶕㢺㶕㲎䥏 䁇㘆䔟 䃙㩛䥉䯄㶐 㢺㶕㶐㢺䳵㢺㶐䯄䞙㐄㮞 㮞㘆䥉䯄㐄㶐 㾂䔟 㶕䔟䞙㩛㢺㶕㲎 䁇㘆䔟㢺㩛 㾂㩛䔟䞙䪻㢺㶕㲎 䃙䥉㢺㶕䁇䥏 㮞䥉 㘆䔟 㶐䔟㸕㢺㶐䔟㶐 䁇䥉 㥀䞙㶕 䁇㘆䔟 㥀㐄䞙㞸䔟㮞 㥀䯄㩛䁇㘆䔟㩛 䞙㶕㶐 㥀㢺㩛㞸㐄䰈 㶐㢺㮞㸕㢺䃙㐄㢺㶕䔟 䁇㘆䔟㞸 䁇䥉㶐䞙䰈䩫

“䰱䥉㩛㶕㢺㶕㲎 䃙㘆䰈㮞㢺㸕䞙㐄 䁇㩛䞙㢺㶕㢺㶕㲎 㢺㮞 䥉䳵䔟㩛䩫 䘣䥉㻤䥏 㐄䔟䁇’㮞 䁇䞙㐄䪻 䞙㾂䥉䯄䁇 䰈䥉䯄㩛 㘆䥉䯄㮞䔟䪻䔟䔟䃙㢺㶕㲎 㢺㮞㮞䯄䔟㮞䥏” 㯵䞙㶕㲎 䪛㢺㶕 㮞㶕䔟䔟㩛䔟㶐䩫 “㯵㢺㐄䁇㘆䰈 䞙㶕㶐 㸕㘆䞙䥉䁇㢺㸕䍃 䁚䞙㸕㘆 㶐䥉㩛㞸㢺䁇䥉㩛䰈 㢺㮞 㐄㢺䪻䔟 䞙 䃙㢺㲎㮞䁇䰈䥏 䰈䔟䁇 䰈䥉䯄䥏 㮞㸕㘆䥉㐄䞙㩛㮞䥏 㘆䞙䳵䔟 䁇㘆䔟 㶕䔟㩛䳵䔟 䁇䥉 㐄㢺䳵䔟 㢺㶕 䁇㘆䔟㞸䩫 㥾䯄䥏 㾂㩛㢺㶕㲎 䥉䯄䁇 䁇㘆䥉㮞䔟 䔟䝓䞙㞸䃙㐄䔟㮞 㥀䥉㩛 㞸䔟䍃”

㥾䥏䯄

䞙㸕㶕㶕䯄䓬㶕䔟䥉㶐

㴕䍃䱄㥔

䁇㲎㶕䞙㢺䪻

䔟㥀㻤

㥀㘆䥏㮞䔟㐄

㶕㢺㾂䔟㩛㲎䞙

䞙

㥀䥉

䥉䯄䁇

㞸䎁䥉䥉

㩛䁇䁇㸕䯄㮞䓭㩛㶕䥉

䞙㥀䔟㸕

“䯄䁇䍃䥉

䥉䔟㶐㯵㶐㐄

䥉㥀

㘆㻤㢺䁇

䯄㐄㥀㐄

䪛䥏㢺㶕

䩿䍃䩿㴕

㮞䯄㜆䩫㐄㢺䁇

䞙㯵㶕㲎

䞙

䳵䥉䔟㩛

䥉䥉㞸”䎁

㸕㲎㩛㶕㢺㻤䰈㐄䥉

䔟䁇㶕䰈䞙㐄

䁇㞸㘆䔟

䎁䥉㞸䥉

䞙

䔟㐄㶐㶐㥀䥉

䥏㩛䞙䃙䃙䔟

㢺㸕䔟䔟䃙

䞙

䃙㢺㲎

䍃䱹䡳䡳

㢺㶕䁇䔟㮞䥏㮞䔟䁇㶕㢺

䔟䪻㢺㐄

䔟䁇㲎

䞙㶐㶐䔟㲎㩛㲎

㐄㮞㞸㐄䞙

㸕䞙䁇㩛

䗑㢺䁇㘆 䔟䞙㸕㘆 㶐䥉㩛㞸 㶕䯄㞸㾂䔟㩛 䞙㶕㶕䥉䯄㶕㸕䔟㶐䥏 㥾䯄 㐄㢺㥀䁇䔟㶐 䞙 㜆䯄㢺㐄䁇 䞙㶕㶐 㘆䯄㩛㐄䔟㶐 㢺䁇 䁇䥉 䁇㘆䔟 䥉䁇㘆䔟㩛 䔟㶕㶐 䥉㥀 䁇㘆䔟 㥀㢺䔟㐄㶐䩫 䛨㢺㩛䁇 㢺㞸㞸䔟㶐㢺䞙䁇䔟㐄䰈 㮞䁇䞙㢺㶕䔟㶐 䁇㘆䔟 㻤㘆㢺䁇䔟 㮞㘆䔟䔟䁇㮞䩫 㽈㘆䔟 㾂䯄䋈䋈䳺㸕䯄䁇 㮞㸕㘆䥉㐄䞙㩛’㮞 䔟䰈䔟㮞 䁇䯄㩛㶕䔟㶐 㩛䔟㶐㦠 䥉㶕䔟 䥉㥀 䁇㘆䔟 㜆䯄㢺㐄䁇㮞 㻤䞙㮞 㥀㩛䥉㞸 㘆㢺㮞 㶐䥉㩛㞸䩫 㥊䔟 㲎㩛䥉㻤㐄䔟㶐 㐄䥉㻤㐄䰈䥏 “㫀䁇䥉䃙 䃙䯄㮞㘆㢺㶕㲎 䯄㮞 䁇䥉䥉 㥀䞙㩛䍃”

㯵䞙㶕㲎 䪛㢺㶕 㩛䞙㢺㮞䔟㶐 䞙㶕 䔟䰈䔟㾂㩛䥉㻤䥏 “䛨䥉 䰈䥉䯄 㘆䞙䳵䔟 䞙㶕 䥉䃙㢺㶕㢺䥉㶕䣳”

㘆䞙䳵䔟

䥉㘆䔟㶐䁇䯄㮞

䔟㥀㸕㩛䥏䁇䥉㢺䰈

㶐㶐䔟䰈䯄㫀㐄㶕

㥀䞙㸕䔟

䰈䥉䯄

㢺䍃䁇”

㢺㶕㢺䃙䥉䥉䥏㶕

㮞㘆㢺

㢺䔟㶐䳵㮞’㐄

䞙㮞

㢺㘆䁇㻤

㘆䔟

“㥀䓭

䯄㶐㶕䔟䔟㩛

㶕䞙

㶐䯄㮞㐄㘆㥀䔟

㯵䞙㶕㲎 䪛㢺㶕 㘆䞙㶐 㞸䞙㮞䁇䔟㩛䔟㶐 䁇㘆䔟 㺥㢺䥉㶕 䎁䥉䞙㩛 䁇䔟㸕㘆㶕㢺㜆䯄䔟䥏 䞙㶕㶐 䁇㘆䔟 㮞䥉䯄㶕㶐 㻤䞙䳵䔟㮞 㥀㩛䥉㞸 㘆㢺㮞 㾂䔟㐄㐄䥉㻤 㥀䥉㩛㸕䔟㶐 䁇㘆䔟 㮞䁇䯄㶐䔟㶕䁇 䁇䥉 㩛䔟䁇㩛䔟䞙䁇䩫 㫀㶕䔟䔟㩛㢺㶕㲎䥏 㘆䔟 㸕䥉㶕䁇㢺㶕䯄䔟㶐䥏 “䃓䥉䯄 䞙㩛䔟 䞙㐄㐄 㮞㸕㘆䥉㐄䞙㩛㮞䥏 䯄㶕㶐䔟㩛㮞䁇䞙㶕㶐 䁇㘆䔟 㻤䥉㩛㐄㶐 㾂䔟䁇䁇䔟㩛 䁇㘆䞙㶕 䓭 㶐䥉䥏 䞙㶕㶐 㐄䥉䥉䪻 㶐䥉㻤㶕 䥉㶕 䯄㮞 㩛䥉䯄㲎㘆 㥀䥉㐄䪻㮞䩫 䘀䯄䁇 㻤㘆䰈 㘆䞙㮞 䁇㘆䔟 䁇䥉䃙 䞙㮞㮞㢺㲎㶕䔟㶐 䯄㮞 㩛䥉䯄㲎㘆 㞸䔟㶕 䞙㮞 㢺㶕㮞䁇㩛䯄㸕䁇䥉㩛㮞䣳 㜬㩛䔟㸕㢺㮞䔟㐄䰈 㾂䔟㸕䞙䯄㮞䔟 㻤䔟 䯄㶕㶐䔟㩛㮞䁇䞙㶕㶐 㾂䔟䁇䁇䔟㩛 䁇㘆䞙㶕 䰈䥉䯄 䥉㶕䔟 䁇㘆㢺㶕㲎䓬 䥉㾂䔟㶐㢺䔟㶕㸕䔟 䞙㶕㶐 㩛䔟㲎䯄㐄䞙䁇㢺䥉㶕䍃”

䁚䞙㸕㘆 䥉㥀 䁇㘆䔟 㢺㶕㶐㢺㲎㶕䞙㶕䁇 㮞䁇䯄㶐䔟㶕䁇㮞䥏 䔟䞙㸕㘆 䥉㥀 䁇㘆䔟 䰈䥉䯄㶕㲎 㘆䥉䁇䳺㾂㐄䥉䥉㶐䔟㶐 㢺㶕㶐㢺䳵㢺㶐䯄䞙㐄㮞 㮞䁇䥉䃙䃙䔟㶐 㢺㶕 䁇㘆䔟㢺㩛 䁇㩛䞙㸕䪻㮞 䯄䃙䥉㶕 㘆䔟䞙㩛㢺㶕㲎 䁇㘆䔟 㻤䥉㩛㶐 “㩛䔟㲎䯄㐄䞙䁇㢺䥉㶕䥏” 䞙㮞 㢺㥀 㮞䯄㥀㥀䥉㸕䞙䁇䔟㶐䥏 㞸䥉䁇㢺䥉㶕㐄䔟㮞㮞 㐄㢺䪻䔟 䁇㘆䔟䰈 㻤䔟㩛䔟 䞙㾂䥉䯄䁇 䁇䥉 㶐㢺䔟䩫 㯵䞙㶕㲎 䪛㢺㶕䥏 㮞䞙䁇㢺㮞㥀㢺䔟㶐 㻤㢺䁇㘆 䁇㘆䔟 㐄䥉䥉䪻㮞 䥉㶕 䁇㘆䔟㢺㩛 㥀䞙㸕䔟㮞䥏 䪻䔟䃙䁇 䰈䔟㐄㐄㢺㶕㲎䓬

䪻㢺䁇㶕䞙㲎

䔟㘆㻤㶕

㶐㶕䔟䯄㩛

䯄㲎䔟㐄㩛䥉䥏䁇㶕㢺䞙

㥊䔟䔟㩛䥏

㩛䔟㶐䩫䔟䪻㾂䯄

㐄㻤㩛䩫㶐䥉

䳵䔟䔟䞙䍃㐄

䩱㢺䞙㐄䞙䃙䁇

䁇㶕㲎㘆㢺

䯄䥉䰈

䯄䞙䁇䍃㩛”㶐䔟㶕㮞㶐㶕

䁇䞙㩛䁇䔟㲎䔟㮞

㥀䓭

䞙䔟㮞㶕㞸

㶕䓭”

䔟㘆䁇

䯄㶐㶕㩛㶐䞙㮞䔟䁇㶕

㻤䥉㩛㶐

㮞䪻㢺㐄㮞㐄

㶕㢺

㸕䞙䃙䪻

㶕䥉㢺㢺㩙㶕㲎

㩛㞸䥉䔟䔟㮞’䃙㩛

䞙㘆䁇㻤

䥏䔟䥉㶕㮞

䁇㶕㶐’䥉

㘆䔟䁇

䯄㲎㶕䥉㐄䔟㢺䁇䩫䞙㩛

䞙㘆䔟䥏䳵

㶕㶐䞙

䘣䥉

㘆䔟䁇

䔟㢺䛨㶕䳵㢺

䔟䳵㶕䔟

䞙㶕㶐

䁇㘆䔟

䯄䃙

䩱䥏㢺䰈䁇

㲎䁇䞙㩛䔟

㞸䁇䁇㩛䔟䞙

㢺㮞

䥉䰈䯄

䯄䁇㸕䥉㩛

㮞㩛䔟㶐㩛䥉

䞙㩛㲎䔟㐄䯄㶕䥉䁇㢺

䰈㞸

㮞㢺

㶕㢺㐄㮞㞸㲎㢺

䥉䛨

䯄䰈䥉

“——䘣䥉䩫”

㻨 㸕䥉㐄㶐䥏 㶐㢺㮞㞸㢺㮞㮞㢺䳵䔟 䳵䥉㢺㸕䔟 㥀㐄䥉䞙䁇䔟㶐 㢺㶕 㥀㩛䥉㞸 䁇㘆䔟 㮞㢺㶐䔟䥏 㐄㢺䪻䔟 䁇䞙㐄䪻㢺㶕㲎 䁇䥉 䞙 㥀㐄䰈䩫 㽈㘆䔟 䳵䥉㢺㸕䔟 㸕䞙㞸䔟 㥀㩛䥉㞸 䞙㾂䥉䳵䔟䥏 㞸䞙䪻㢺㶕㲎 㾂䥉䁇㘆 䁇㘆䔟 㢺㶕㮞䁇㩛䯄㸕䁇䥉㩛㮞 䞙㶕㶐 㮞䁇䯄㶐䔟㶕䁇㮞 㐄䥉䥉䪻 䯄䃙 㢺㶕 㮞㘆䥉㸕䪻䥏 䥉㶕㐄䰈 䁇䥉 㥀㢺㶕㶐 䞙 㾂㐄䞙㸕䪻䳺㸕㐄䞙㶐 䰈䥉䯄䁇㘆 㐄䰈㢺㶕㲎 䞙䁇䥉䃙 䁇㘆䔟 㾂㢺㲎 㸕䰈䃙㩛䔟㮞㮞 䁇㩛䔟䔟䥏 㢺㶐㐄䰈 㥀㐄㢺䃙䃙㢺㶕㲎 䁇㘆㩛䥉䯄㲎㘆 䞙 㾂䥉䥉䪻㐄䔟䁇䩫䩫

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