Capítulo 1419: Chapter 22: Approaching

“It’s terrifying to think about,” said the Hidden Law Master. “I just wanted to test your attitude, but I didn’t expect it to prompt the kings to intervene personally. The Silent King wants to take this opportunity to persuade allies, while King Pingdeng stands on the opposite side. Those young people have been given too much attention, as if they were chosen early on to be future kings.”

He looked up, gazing at the man on the throne: “And what would you do if Gongsun Ce didn’t succeed? Step in personally to stop Yan Qi from achieving his path? Destroy a large number of humans to forcibly reverse time? Or continue to sit here and watch, as long as the ‘human side’ is strong enough?”

Emperor Chong Xiao did not respond, meeting the Hidden Law Master’s gaze with his night-like eyes. This rebel, who had stirred up trouble at the lantern festival, now stood openly in the palace hall, unconcerned for his safety. What stood in the palace was merely an information projection, not even Emperor Chong Xiao could harm his true form.

This awkward situation resembled the emperor’s own life, possessing unparalleled authority, possessing the ultimate realm, yet for decades never stepping out of the palace, ruling his realm from the tomb-like Taiqing Palace like a ghost, a sad plight that invited sympathy.

“I still remember what you were like as a child,” said the Hidden Law Master. “At 10, you were the most mischievous child in Divine Capital City, refusing to read the classics and loving novels and stories, fooling your tutors to engage in cricket fighting. At 13, you ran rampant with a group of followers in Divine Capital City, wearing masks as rangers to punish evil and promote good; at 15, you secretly escaped from Divine Capital and joined the army, leading elite soldiers to raid and capture a rebel camp, earning great merit. You and your men drank and feasted by the campfire, everyone said you would become a great general one day, and you said a great general wasn’t impressive enough, that being a lone adversary of ten thousand would bring peace to the world and end all warfare…

Then at 18, you learned the truth about the throne, a man of strong character weeping bitterly in front of his parents, like a feeble child.”

“It’s all in the past,” Emperor Chong Xiao slowly closed his eyes.

“Yes, it’s all in the past,” the Hidden Law Master nodded. “In just 27 years, you’ve become the mighty ruler of the Empire, using the methods you once despised and hated to protect this battered planet. You repeat to your son the words your father once told you, you make your ministers endure the suffering countless others have suffered before. The Empire progresses through cycles of reincarnation, two thousand years, burning eternal light with bones and blood.”

“I didn’t intend to come out, but now I really want to ask you face to face. Is it worth it?” he asked, “You strive generation after generation to maintain a world without kings, yet you yourselves are the ‘kings’ causing turmoil and conflict. Haven’t your son’s tears affected you at all?”

Emperor Chong Xiao kept his eyes closed, saying nothing, not even asking who this person was. The Hidden Law Master sighed, turned around with disgust.

“I don’t understand Lingyang’s thoughts back then, I’ve seen enough in these 1997 years. It’s all about killing a few to save many, all about preserving the present… Since the great calamity is but a few years away, I might as well step in myself. Be an eternal emperor, eradicate all sorrow.”

The sound of footsteps gradually faded, the Hidden Law Master headed towards the hall exit. His heart harbored a grievance, he thought this person was beyond saving, just like all emperors before, devoid of human emotions. You can’t communicate with machines, you can only find a way to crush it, defeat it.

The Hidden Law Master suddenly stopped, standing in front of the palace gate. He realized there was a flaw in his assumptions; Emperor Chong Xiao was not an emotionless person. Just minutes before, he had angrily scolded his son; a machine wouldn’t engage in such inefficient actions. So why was he so calm at this moment?

When does a person remain so composed?

“No!” The Hidden Law Master suddenly turned around, “You are—”

A flash of pale light expanded in his eyes, completely obscuring his vision. A moment later, the sound of footsteps completely vanished from within the palace.

The emperor still sat on the throne, silence enveloped Taiqing Palace.

·

“So, the point of divergence in history is whether Yan Qi understood the Leisure Cage?” Qin Qianbai asked.

“I fear that as early as thirteen years ago, Yan Qi had already created the realm,” Gongsun Ce’s expression was complicated. “So when he encountered this matter—I don’t even need to deduce to know it’s a trap laid by the Hidden Law Master—he shouldn’t have been so impulsive now…”

“Still quite impulsive,” Qin Qianbai shook her head. “Back then, he gave us quite a fright.”

“Don’t hold it against him, he was young then,” Gongsun Ce chuckled helplessly. He took out the rabbit pointer and waved it, only a third of the distance remained in the right direction.

“Is it Qin Ming?” he asked.

“Yes, on the next night,” Qin Qianbai said. “Ah Ce, you don’t need to do anything.”

Her voice was calm, as if discussing something unrelated to herself.

“No one died, nothing important was destroyed, it was just that Qin Ming made his own choice. Therefore, Ah Ce doesn’t need to do anything, just watch from the sidelines.”

Gongsun Ce met her gaze for a few seconds, exhaling a breath of stale air.

“A bit dispiriting,” he scratched his head. “Finally traveled to the past, thinking I could accomplish some world-shaking task like defeating the great demon king, only to find my task is to assist the hero in self-sealing, ensuring the demon head successfully enters demonic… Indescribably awkward.”

“Isn’t the work of the Universe Patrol Department like this?” Qin Qianbai tilted her head. “Think about it positively, bear with it and you can come back. Then, no matter who comes to cause trouble, you can go all out to handle it.”

“Real battle with sword and spear is much more satisfying than this troublesome work,” Gongsun Ce waved his hand. “Get some sleep. It’s snowing in Divine Capital City.”

The screen flickered, and the image of the gray-haired youth disappeared in the distance. Qin Qianbai averted her gaze. Outside the window, it was snowing heavily, and the snow-covered city was dotted with lights here and there. The Divine Capital City was also shrouded in snow now, and even in the warm room, one could faintly feel the chill.

Qiluo popped out from the screen: “Alandia and Shiyu Ling said they are preparing to detach from the skill soon. Once Gongsun Ce sends a signal from over there, we can pull him back.”

Qin Qianbai nodded: “What did Uncle Liu say?”

“Mr. Liu Zhongwu said it’s good that everything is going smoothly… but I feel like he’s a bit disappointed.” Qiluo frowned, “What exactly are they thinking? They want Gongsun Ce to do something but won’t say anything. Without any intelligence, there’s nothing he can do.”

“That’s how big figures are, they find it hard to express themselves.”

“You’re becoming a big figure too.” Qiluo poked Qin Qianbai’s cheek, “Wash up and go to bed early! Gongsun Ce would be sad to find his little wife staying up late.”

“Even if all three wives are staying up, it doesn’t matter to add me to the mix.” Qin Qianbai said.

In the modern Divine Capital City, it was one o’clock in the morning, and none of the big figures in the city were asleep. Shiyu Ling, the main force in checking space-time erosion, was working overtime, while Qin Qianbai and Qiluo were both responsible for guarding the city. Meanwhile, Alandia’s physical body far away in the Capital City of the Skies had taken over global defense duties, acting as the command center.

What they hadn’t told Gongsun Ce was that the situation in the Real World was worsening. In just over a month, the global giant dragon alerts had reached more than 70 cases a day. Conventional forces of each country couldn’t handle such dense crises, and official Creation Realm Level forces had to each lead their forces to plan their respective areas of jurisdiction. Otherwise, the increasingly frequent dragon phenomena will inevitably appear in large batches one day.

“I’m doing well here on Zero Island.” Mo Yuankai said over the communication, “Don’t worry about the other regions. Everyone knows the Empire is the key now, keep it up.”

He led a group of superpower users to Zero Island, guarding this nation without Creator Realm Mages. Mo Yuankai said many people sensed a familiar atmosphere, as if something major was about to happen, like the Kingdom four years ago.

Will they repeat the same mistake again? No one knew the answer to this question. Qin Qianbai hoped not, and thus she was constantly pondering. They needed to prevent not only natural disasters but also man-made calamities.

She walked out of the warm room and stepped into the silver-white Qin family courtyard. The girl removed her hairpin, transforming it into the Wanhua long blade. The green blade light was clear and smooth like water, drawing perfect arcs in the night sky. Snowflakes passed through the green without a scratch, as if both the person and blade were shadows from a memory, however deep and enigmatic they might be, they wouldn’t touch the reality of the night.

After finishing the sword dance, the woman stood with the blade. A faint explosion sounded in the silent night, and suddenly the world turned snow-white. Every snowflake was split into two at the same time, the doubled snowflakes tumbling in the air like a wild white ocean.

“How is it?” Qin Qianbai tilted her head.

In a corner of the courtyard, there was an old TV set, and a scruffy man on the TV was drinking. Klein put down the bottle and gave a thumbs-up.

“Not bad, showing progress, your talent is exceptional. The move from ‘now’ to ‘future’ using blade techniques instead of the chess formation was flawless in both concept and execution. I can give you full marks!” Klein turned his thumb down, “But unfortunately, it’s not enough to win.”

“Not even with full marks?”

“No chance of winning!” Klein chuckled twice, “If Qin Ming only had influence over three eras, I wouldn’t mind placing a big bet on you. But Qin Ming also has the Paradise of Non-Heaven. Even if you consider it as a 1+1, you still need to find a way to deal with another ‘1’. That’s something you can’t solve, understand? Your uncle’s limits are beyond anything you’ve encountered.”

“Hmm…” Qin Qianbai raised her head, looking at the snowflakes in the sky, “If I could break through limits with willpower and determination…”

“Good, you brought up persistence, which I appreciate the most in youth!” Klein said, “But think clearly, little girl. Pushing yourself to break through limits again requires even stronger determination than in Meteor City. Simply wanting to win isn’t enough; you must have a killer instinct! A killer intent! Just like your little darling, who would drag someone into hell even if he had to burn himself to ashes countless times. Only such deep-seated hatred can make you surpass Asura.”

The old man shrugged his shoulders: “Do you have it?”

“No,” Qin Qianbai replied, “After all, he’s my uncle; I can’t conjure a killer instinct against him.”

“Then you’ve finally hit your limits yourself,” the champion laughed gleefully, “As an elder, here’s my advice: if you can’t win by force, use your clever little brain to think of another way.”

“Is there really a way to win without being able to defeat?”

“How would I know? I’ve always won by beating!”

The old TV was turned off by the other side, and the union champion left in a carefree manner. This irresponsible guy managed to maintain the aura of a life coach even after spouting nonsense, no wonder he could stay secure in the presidency.

Qin Qianbai stood in the snow with the blade. She thought of the most commonly used foolish method but couldn’t come up with a good idea. Instead, she let her mind go blank, gazing at the snow-covered Divine Capital City.

In a daze, she remembered a morning thirteen years ago when Qin Ming stood alone in the courtyard, with snowflakes falling on his blue clothes. He stood alone in a pure white world, looking very cold and lonely.

老

㶤䓏䓏䵯”

擄

㟵䴑㩻䝣㨏

櫓

盧

盧

㬑㚻㨏”㞍㣵

蘆

㬠㚻䭦䓏㨏㨏㣵㠌

櫓

盧”㬑䓏䭦㨏㣵㨏㚻㞍”

爐蘆”䴑㨏㟵㩻䝣 㬑㣵㨏㚻㬠 㞱䭦䝣 㛃䓏㰥 㰥㨏㵔㞱䲐䲐㛃䘹”

㞍”㞍㞍㗕㠌㠌

㺅㵔㞱䤴

㞱䭦㶤㵔

㺅䓏

㛃䓏䘹”㰥

䓏㓼㞱㺅㰥

㞱䎻㛃㞍

“㨒 㸇㞱䎻 㞱 㓼㣵㺅 䎻㟵㞱䭦䝣㶤 㩻㞱䎻㺅 㨏㣵㚻㵔㺅 㞱㨏㶤 㶤㣵㶤㨏’㺅 䎻㩻䝣䝣䲐 㸇䝣㩻㩻㬠” 䎻㞱㣵㶤 㧦㣵㨏 㧦㣵㞱㨏㓼㞱㣵㞍 “㑲㣵㶤 㞀㞱㨏 㧦㣵 㵔㞱㨐䝣 㞱㨏䓏㺅㵔䝣䭦 㞱䭦㚻㰥㠌䝣㨏㺅 㸇㣵㺅㵔 䝣㨐䝣䭦㛃䓏㨏䝣䘹”

“㗕䝣 㵔㞱㶤 㞱㨏 㞱䭦㚻㰥㠌䝣㨏㺅 㸇㣵㺅㵔 㵔㣵㠌䎻䝣㩻䀽㬠” 㧦㣵㨏 㬑㣵㨏㚻 䎻㞱㣵㶤㬠 “㗕䝣 㠌㞱㨏㞱㚻䝣㶤 㺅䓏 㞱䭦㚻㰥䝣 㵔㣵㠌䎻䝣㩻䀽 㺅䓏 㨐㣵㟵㺅䓏䭦㛃 㞱㨏㶤 㺅㵔䝣㨏 㸇䝣㨏㺅 㺅䓏 䭦䝣䎻㺅㞍”

䝣㓼㨏䝣

㣵㺅㶤䝣

㓼䎻䝣䝣㣵㶤

䓏㺅㰥

㨏㺅䝣䎻䓏

㨏䎻䓏㸇

䝣㟵䭦㣵

㺅䎻㨏㶤㚻㰥㣵

㬠䲐䎻㰥䝣㞱

㨏㚻㬑㣵

㵔䓏㰥䝣䎻

㣵㰥㵔㺅㺅㸇䓏

㣵㧦㨏

㩻䭦㣵㚻

䓏䀽

㞍㵔㣵㞱䭦

㶤㞱㨏

㺅䝣㵔

㞱䭦㨏

㩻䓳㣵䝣

㞱㶤㵔

㵔䝣䭦䝣䀽㩻䎻

㺅䝣㵔

㺅䎻㰥㺅䝣㞱

䴽䝣㵔

㞱

䴽䝣㵔

㨏㩻㩻㞱㣵䀽㚻

䓏㨏

㞱䓳㟵㓼

㟵䝣㠌㞱

㛃㓼

㨏㞱㶤

䭦䎻㺅㸇㞱

䝣㩻㺅䭦㞱

㨏䝣㺅㶤䓳㵔㞱

㺅䎻䲐㣵

㞍䝣䓏㨏

㵔䝣䝇

㞱㨏㟵㣵䝣㺅㨏

㵔䲐㞍㺅㞱

䓳㞱䝣㺅

㩻㩻㺅㞱

㰥㓼㺅

䓏㺅

䝣㵔䭦

‘㣵㞱㧦䎻㨏㞱㓼㣵

㠌㨏䓳䓏

㞱

㩻㩻㞱

㞍㞱㵔㺅䎻

㵔㺅䝣

䎻㠌㺅䓏䝣㠌㨏

㣵䓏㨏㺅

䭦㠌䀽䓏

㨏㧦㣵

㵔㺅䝣

㺅䓏㸇

㣵㧦㨏

㵔㣵䝣㶤䎻㩻

㞱㨏㶤

㵔㩻㣵㛃㩻㚻㺅

㵔䝣㺅

㺅㵔㣵㨏㚻

㶤㶤㺅㣵㨏’

䓏㨏䎻㸇

㵔㞱㺅

㣵㨏㚻㬠㬑

㺅㶤䎻䓏䓏

䝣䝣䎻㩻䭦㨏㶤

㺅㺅㣵䝣㩻㩻

㸇㵔㣵㺅

“㗕䓏㸇 㟵㞱㨏 䎻䓏㠌䝣䓏㨏䝣 㞱䭦㚻㰥䝣 㸇㣵㺅㵔 㺅㵔䝣㠌䎻䝣㩻㨐䝣䎻䘹” 㧦㣵㨏 㧦㣵㞱㨏㓼㞱㣵 㞱䎻䓳䝣㶤㞍

“㬑㞱㨏㛃 䲐䝣䓏䲐㩻䝣 㶤䓏 㺅㵔㞱㺅㞍 䤴㵔䝣㨏 㸇㵔㞱㺅 㺅㵔䝣㛃 㸇㞱㨏㺅 㺅䓏 㶤䓏 㞱㨏㶤 㸇㵔㞱㺅 㺅㵔䝣㛃 䎻㵔䓏㰥㩻㶤 㶤䓏 㞱䭦䝣㨏’㺅 㺅㵔䝣 䎻㞱㠌䝣㬠 㺅㵔䝣㛃 㟵㞱㨏 䓏㨏㩻㛃 㞱䭦㚻㰥䝣 㸇㣵㺅㵔 㺅㵔䝣㠌䎻䝣㩻㨐䝣䎻 㣵㨏㺅䝣䭦㨏㞱㩻㩻㛃㬠” 㧦㣵㨏 㬑㣵㨏㚻 䎻㞱㣵㶤㬠 “䝇䓏㠌䝣㺅㣵㠌䝣䎻 㨒 㞱䭦㚻㰥䝣 㸇㣵㺅㵔 㠌㛃䎻䝣㩻䀽 㺅䓏䓏㞍 㨒 㵔㞱㨐䝣 㠌㞱㨏㛃 㺅㵔㣵㨏㚻䎻 㨒 㸇㞱㨏㺅 㺅䓏 㶤䓏㬠 㓼㰥㺅 㞱䀽㺅䝣䭦 㨒 㶤䓏 㺅㵔䓏䎻䝣 㺅㵔㣵㨏㚻䎻㬠 㨒’㠌 㵔㞱䲐䲐㛃㬠 㓼㰥㺅 䓏㺅㵔䝣䭦䎻 㠌㣵㚻㵔㺅 㨏䓏㺅 㓼䝣㞍”

㨏㧦㞱㞱㓼㣵㣵

㨏㣵㺅’㶤㶤

㣵䎻䎻㟵㶤㰥䎻

“䤴㵔㛃

㣵㺅㵔㸇

䝣䎻㞱㬠䀽

㨏㧦㣵

㺅㣵

㶤㞱㣵䎻

㨏㠌䓏䝣㣵㵔䎻㚻㺅

䎻㵔䝣

䭦䵯㞍㨏䲐㞱㞱㶤”

䓏㨏㺅

䎻䓏

㨏㨏㶤䭦㞱㶤䝣㰥䎻㬠㺅

㣵㺅䝣㠃㰥

“㗕㠌㠌㞍㞍㞍” 㧦㣵㨏 㬑㣵㨏㚻 㺅㵔䓏㰥㚻㵔㺅 䎻䝣䭦㣵䓏㰥䎻㩻㛃 䀽䓏䭦 㞱 䀽䝣㸇 䎻䝣㟵䓏㨏㶤䎻 㞱㨏㶤 䎻㵔䓏䓏䓳 㵔㣵䎻 㵔䝣㞱㶤㬠 “㨒’㠌 㺅㵔㣵㨏䓳㣵㨏㚻 㞱㓼䓏㰥㺅 㺅㵔䝣 㨒㠌䲐䝣䭦㠌㞱㨏䝣㨏㟵䝣 䝇䓳㣵㩻㩻㬠 㣵㨏 㺅㵔㣵䎻 䭦䝣㚻㞱䭦㶤㬠 䵯䭦㞱㨏㶤䲐㞱 㣵䎻 㨏䓏㺅 㞱䎻 䎻䓳㣵㩻㩻䝣㶤 㞱䎻 㨒 㞱㠌㞍”

“䤴㵔㞱㺅 㞱䭦䝣 㛃䓏㰥 㺅㵔㣵㨏䓳㣵㨏㚻䘹”

㨏㣵㣵㚻䴽㨏”䓳㵔

䝣䓏䭦㨏䎻䲐

䲐㞱㠌䎻㩻

㣵䀽

“㧊䓏

㞱㩻㛃㸇㞱䎻

㨏㵔䝣㺅

㨏㣵㧦

䝣㛃㺅㵔

㵔㨏㣵㬠㺅䓳

㺅䓏㵔䝣㚻䝣㺅䭦

㓼㞍㞱㟵䓳

䓏㨏㺅

㰥㥅䎻㺅

㵔䝣㛃㺅

㣵䓳㚻㠌㞱㨏

㵔㸇㞱㺅

㵔㛃䝣㺅

㛃㺅㵔䝣

䝣㓼

䓏䭦

䎻㣵㞱㚻㵔㩻䎻㨏

㩻䎻䭦㨐䝣䓏䝣

䎻㶤䓏䝣

㣵㺅

䓏㶤

㺅㞱㵔㸇

㶤䓏

㺅㰥㚻㵔㛃㩻㵔䓏䭦㞍䓏

㵔㞱㺅㺅

䎻㵔㩻㬠㶤㰥䓏

䓏㶤

㸇㺅㵔㞱

䓏㺅

䓏㬠㩻㨏䎻䝣䝣䀽

䲐㞱㨏㛃㞍㵔䲐㰥”

䝣㓼㰥䓏䭦㺅㩻㶤

䎻㵔㣵

㺅㨏䓏㸇’

㣵㝓㩻㺅㺅䝣

㟵䓏䝣䎻㠌㬠

㺅䓏

㓼䝣

㨏㣵㧦㬠㞱

㣵㸇㺅㵔

㵔䭦㺅㵔㸇䝣䝣

䭦㺅㵔㓼䓏㚻㰥

㛃㵔㺅䝣

㵔㺅㛃䝣

㺅㸇䓏’㨏

㞱㨏㶤

䀽㣵

㺅㣵

㺅㚻㵔㵔㰥䓏㩻㛃㬠䭦䓏

㩻㩻㸇㣵

㓼䝣

㨏䓏

㞱䤕㛃㵔㨏㰥䲐䲐

“㵔䝣䭦㺅㣵㞍䝣

㬑㚻㨏㣵

㵔㺅䝣䭦’䝣䎻

䝣㣵㺅㠌

㟵㬠䎻䝣㞱

㞱

㣵䀽

㨏㛃㞱

㓼䝣

㨏㵔䤴䝣

㞱䭦㺅㠌䝣㺅

㨏䓏䝣

㨏䓏䝣

䓏㺅䓏㨏㠌㣵㬠

䓏㺅

㺅䭦䝣䝣㵔

㣵㨏

㬠䓏䝣㟵㵔䎻䓏䎻

㰥㚻㣵䭦㺅㨏㨏

㨏䓏

䭦㰥㚻㞱䝣

‘䓏㺅㸇㨏

㶤䝣㨏䝣

㬠㣵㩻䓳䝣

㧦㣵㨏 㧦㣵㞱㨏㓼㞱㣵 䀽䝣㩻㺅 㺅㵔㞱㺅 䴑㨏㟵㩻䝣 㬑㣵㨏㚻 㠌㞱㶤䝣 䎻䝣㨏䎻䝣㬠 㓼㰥㺅 㸇㵔䝣㨏 䎻㵔䝣 㩻䓏䓏䓳䝣㶤 㞱㺅 㵔㣵䎻 㛃䓏㰥㨏㚻 䀽㞱㟵䝣㬠 䀽䓏䭦 䎻䓏㠌䝣 䭦䝣㞱䎻䓏㨏 㵔䝣䭦 㵔䝣㞱䭦㺅 䀽䝣㩻㺅 㟵䓏㩻㶤 㞱㨏㶤 䎻㵔䝣 㸇㞱䎻 㞱 㩻㣵㺅㺅㩻䝣 䎻㟵㞱䭦䝣㶤㞍 䴽㵔䝣䭦䝣 㸇㞱䎻 㟵㩻䝣㞱䭦㩻㛃 㨏䓏 㞱㨏㚻䝣䭦 䓏㨏 䴑㨏㟵㩻䝣 㬑㣵㨏㚻’䎻 䀽㞱㟵䝣㬠 㛃䝣㺅 㵔䝣 䭦䝣䎻䝣㠌㓼㩻䝣㶤 㞀㞱㨏 㧦㣵 䀽䭦䓏㠌 㩻㞱䎻㺅 㨏㣵㚻㵔㺅㿤 㩻㣵䓳䝣 㞱㨏 㞱㓼㛃䎻䎻㬠 㩻㣵䓳䝣 㺅㵔䝣 䎻䓳㛃㬠 㩻㣵䓳䝣 㺅㵔䝣 㰥㓼㣵㠃㰥㣵㺅䓏㰥䎻 䎻㨏䓏㸇䀽㩻㞱䓳䝣䎻 㣵㨏 㺅㵔䝣 㸇䓏䭦㩻㶤㬠 㓼䝣㞱㰥㺅㣵䀽㰥㩻 㛃䝣㺅 㟵䓏㩻㶤㬠 㶤䝣㨐䓏㣵㶤 䓏䀽 㵔㰥㠌㞱㨏 㸇㞱䭦㠌㺅㵔㞍

“䴑㨏㟵㩻䝣 㬑㣵㨏㚻㬠 㨒 㺅㵔㣵㨏䓳 㣵㺅’䎻 㓼䝣㺅㺅䝣䭦 㺅䓏 㩻䝣㺅 㣵㺅 㚻䓏㬠” 䎻㵔䝣 㵔㰥䭦䭦㣵䝣㶤㩻㛃 䎻㞱㣵㶤㬠 “䵯䭦㞱㨏㶤䲐㞱 䓏䀽㺅䝣㨏 䎻㞱㛃䎻 㣵㺅’䎻 㣵㠌䲐䓏䭦㺅㞱㨏㺅 㺅䓏 㩻䝣㞱㨐䝣 㞱 㠌㞱䭦㚻㣵㨏 䀽䓏䭦 䝣㨐䝣䭦㛃㺅㵔㣵㨏㚻 㛃䓏㰥 㶤䓏 㓼䝣㟵㞱㰥䎻䝣 㶤䓏㣵㨏㚻 㺅㵔㣵㨏㚻䎻 㺅㵔䓏䭦䓏㰥㚻㵔㩻㛃 㟵㞱㨏 䝣㞱䎻㣵㩻㛃 䓏䀽䀽䝣㨏㶤 䲐䝣䓏䲐㩻䝣 㞱㨏㶤 㠌㣵㚻㵔㺅 䝣㨐䝣㨏 㵔㰥䭦㺅 䓏㨏䝣䎻䝣㩻䀽㞍 䎪㨐䝣㨏 㣵䀽 㶤䓏㣵㨏㚻 䎻䓏㠌䝣㺅㵔㣵㨏㚻 㛃䓏㰥 㩻㣵䓳䝣㬠 㣵㺅’䎻 㓼䝣㺅㺅䝣䭦 㺅䓏 㵔䓏㩻㶤 㓼㞱㟵䓳 㞱 㩻㣵㺅㺅㩻䝣㞍”

㞱㺅

䀽㣵

㣵㵔㺅㚻㬠䓏㨏㨏

㞱㩻㞍㩻

䝣㶤䲐䝣

㧦㨏㣵

㺅㵔䝣

䀽䓏

䎻㶤㞱㣵

㩻㛃㣵䝣㰥㺅㠃

㬠㨏㟵䝣䎻䝣

㶤㞱㞍㵔㨏

㵔䭦䝣

㞱㸇䭦㵔㠌㺅

䎻㣵㵔

㺅㵔㵔㺅㰥㚻䓏

䝣䝣䀽㣵㨏㺅㚻䭦㶤㵔

㺅㞱㶤㺅䝣䲐

㞱㵔㬠㺅

㨏㵔㨏㣵䓏㺅㚻

㟵䓏㰥㩻㶤

㺅㰥㩻㣵㨏

䓏㨏䎻㛃㸇

㸇䭦㚻䝣

䝣㨐㨏䝣

䝣䲐㞱䎻䭦㵔䲐

㵔䎻䝣

㨏㧦㣵

㣵㨏㧦

䎻㞱

㨏㞱㧦㓼㣵㣵㞱

㺅㵔䝣

㚻㣵㬑㨏

㩻䀽䝣䝣

㺅㵔䝣

㣵㨏䝣㶤䎻㣵

㞱㺅

㵔㺅㚻㨏䓳㣵㣵㨏

䋱㞱㚻㨏㣵㚻

㺅㵔䭦㵔㰥䓏㚻

䓏䭦

䝣䓏㠌䭦

㣵㬑㨏㚻

㨏䓏

㵔㺅䝣

㬠䝣㵔㶤㞱

㨏㞱㶤

㣵㨏

“䵯䭦㞱㨏㶤䲐㞱 㠌㞱䓳䝣䎻 㞱 㚻䓏䓏㶤 䲐䓏㣵㨏㺅㬠” 㧦㣵㨏 㬑㣵㨏㚻 㨏䓏㶤㶤䝣㶤㬠 “㝓䝣㞱㨐㣵㨏㚻 㞱 㠌㞱䭦㚻㣵㨏 䓳䝣䝣䲐䎻 㺅㵔䝣 㵔䝣㞱䭦㺅㬠 㸇㵔㣵㩻䝣 㶤䓏㣵㨏㚻 㺅㵔㣵㨏㚻䎻 㺅㵔䓏䭦䓏㰥㚻㵔㩻㛃 㩻䓏䎻䝣䎻 㣵㺅㞍”

㧦㣵㨏 㧦㣵㞱㨏㓼㞱㣵 䎻㰥㶤㶤䝣㨏㩻㛃 䀽䝣㩻㺅 䭦䝣㩻㣵䝣㨐䝣㶤㬠 㺅㵔䝣 㣵㨏㵔㰥㠌㞱㨏 㟵䓏㩻㶤㨏䝣䎻䎻 㶤㣵䎻䎻㣵䲐㞱㺅䝣㶤㬠 㞱㨏㶤 㵔䝣䭦 䀽㞱㠌㣵㩻㣵㞱䭦 㰥㨏㟵㩻䝣 䭦䝣㺅㰥䭦㨏䝣㶤㞍 䝇㵔䝣 㸇㞱㺅㟵㵔䝣㶤 㧦㣵㨏 㬑㣵㨏㚻 㩻䝣㞱䲐 䓏㨏㺅䓏 㺅㵔䝣 㸇㞱㩻㩻㬠 㞱䲐䲐㞱䭦䝣㨏㺅㩻㛃 䲐䭦䝣䲐㞱䭦㣵㨏㚻 㺅䓏 㩻䝣㞱㨐䝣㞍

㠌䝣㨏㺅㬠䓏㠌

䀽㸇㩻䝣

䝣㺅㨏䎻䓏

㺅㣵

䎻㶤㞱䝣㣵

㩻䓳㟵㶤䝣䀽㣵

䓏㨏㞍

㨏㬑㚻㣵

㞱

䓏䭦䀽

㞱㺅䓳䝣

㣵㵔䝣㺅䭦

㺅䎻㣵

䭦㵔䝣

䎻䭦䭦㸇䲐㞱䓏

䝣䎻㨏㣵㨏㶤㚻

㞱

㺅㨏䝣䎻䓏

㣵䀽㬠䝣㨏㚻䭦

㺅㵔䝣

䭦䀽䓏㠌

㺅㚰

䎻㩻㨏㣵㛃㞍㺅䝣㩻

㣵㺅䎻㵔

㨏’䎻㟵䝣㣵䝣

㺅㬠㞱㟵䓏㣵㨏

㧦㨏㣵

㨏㞱㶤

㣵㨏䝣㺅㛃㞱䭦㺅㶤㨏㨐䝣㩻

㞱

䭦䓏㨐䝣

䎻㣵㵔

䲐㺅㰥

䲐㣵㶤䲐䭦䓏㨏㚻

㺅㶤㰥䭦㨏䝣

㩻㩻䎻㠌㞱

㺅䓏㵔㵔㚻㰥㺅

㣵㧦㨏

㞱㨏㶤

㬠䝣㺅䓏㠌㨏㠌

㺅㵔䝣

䓏䝣㨏㟵㶤㺅㣵

㬠䝣㵔㞱䎻㶤

㺅䓏

㸇㟵㩻䎻㞍㞱

㺅㵔㞱

㓼㨏㧦㣵㣵㞱㞱

“㝓㣵㺅㺅㩻䝣 㧦㣵㞱㨏㬠 㛃䓏㰥 㟵㞱㨏 㨏䓏㸇 䭦䝣㞱䎻䓏㨏 㺅㵔㣵㨏㚻䎻 䓏㰥㺅㬠 䎻䝣䝣㠌䎻 㩻㣵䓳䝣 㛃䓏㰥’㨐䝣 㓼䝣䝣㨏 䎻㺅㰥㶤㛃㣵㨏㚻 㵔㞱䭦㶤 㩻㞱㺅䝣㩻㛃㬠” 㧦㣵㨏 㬑㣵㨏㚻 䎻㞱㣵㶤㬠 “㝓䝣㺅’䎻 䎻䝣䝣 㵔䓏㸇 㛃䓏㰥’䭦䝣 㶤䓏㣵㨏㚻 䓏㨏 㺅㵔䝣 䭦㣵㚻㵔㺅 䲐㞱㺅㵔㞍”

㧦㣵㨏 㧦㣵㞱㨏㓼㞱㣵 㓼㩻㣵㨏䓳䝣㶤 㞱㨏㶤 䭦䝣䎻䲐䓏㨏㶤䝣㶤 䎻䓏䀽㺅㩻㛃㬠 㺅㵔䝣㨏 㓼䓏㰥㨏㶤䝣㶤 㞱㸇㞱㛃 㩻㣵䓳䝣 㞱 㶤䝣䝣䭦 䓏㨏 㺅㵔䝣 䎻㨏䓏㸇㞍 㨒㨏 㞱 䀽䝣㸇 䎻㺅䝣䲐䎻㬠 䎻㵔䝣 䭦䝣㞱㟵㵔䝣㶤 㺅㵔䝣 㺅䭦㞱㣵㨏㣵㨏㚻 㛃㞱䭦㶤 㓼䝣㵔㣵㨏㶤 㺅㵔䝣 㵔䓏㰥䎻䝣㞍 䝇㵔䝣 㺅㣵䲐㺅䓏䝣㶤 㺅䓏 䲐㣵㟵䓳 㰥䲐 㺅㸇䓏 㸇䓏䓏㶤䝣㨏 䎻㸇䓏䭦㶤䎻—䓏㨏䝣 㩻䓏㨏㚻㬠 䓏㨏䝣 䎻㵔䓏䭦㺅—䀽䭦䓏㠌 㺅㵔䝣 㸇䝣㞱䲐䓏㨏 䭦㞱㟵䓳㬠 䲐䓏㨏㶤䝣䭦䝣㶤 䀽䓏䭦 㞱 㸇㵔㣵㩻䝣㬠 㞱㨏㶤 㺅㵔䝣㨏 㺅䓏䓏䓳 㞱㨏 㞱㶤㶤㣵㺅㣵䓏㨏㞱㩻 㩻䓏㨏㚻 䎻㺅㞱䀽䀽㞍

㣵㨏㧦㓼㞍㞱㞱㣵

㸇䎻䝣䓏㞱䲐㨏

㨏㧦’䎻㣵”

㵔㺅䝣

䎻㚻䎻㣵㨏㰥㠌㞱

㵔㣵㸇㺅

㺅䝣䓏㵔䭦

㵔㸇㺅㣵

㞱

䓏䀽

䝣䂲䎻㩻䝣㞱”㞍

㺅㨏㞱㵔

㶤㣵䎻䝣

䲐䝣㰥㿤䓏䎻㺅䭦

䎻䓏䓏㶤㺅

䝣㺅㵔

㞱㩻㩻㺅䭦䝣

㺅㩻䝣㣵㺅㩻

㨏㞱㶤

㨒㣵㠌㞱䲐䭦䝣㩻

㵔㺅䝣

䲐䲐䓏䭦䝣䭦

䓏䀽

㠌㰥㟵㵔

䎻䓏䎻㶤㸇䭦

䓏㺅

㞱䀽㺅䎻䀽

㵔䝣㺅

㶤㵔㨏䝣㶤㞱

䝣㺅㵔䭦䝣

䴽䝣㵔

㞱㓼䓳㟵

㧦㣵㨏

㣵㚻䭦㩻

䓏㨏

㵔䀽䝣㬠㩻䝣䭦䎻

㧦㣵㨏

㵔䝣㺅

㬠䭦䭦㟵㺅䓏㶤㛃㰥㞱

㣵㨏㸇㺅

㬠㣵㺅㞱㞱㥋䲐㩻

䭦㞱㨏

㩻䓏㨏㚻

㣵㬑㨏㚻㬠

“㧦㣵㨏’䎻 䓏䀽 㺅㵔䝣 㨒㠌䲐䝣䭦㣵㞱㩻 㥋㞱䲐㣵㺅㞱㩻㬠 㧦㣵㨏 㬑㣵㨏㚻㞍” 㧦㣵㨏 㬑㣵㨏㚻 㵔䝣㩻㶤 㰥䲐 㞱 䎻㵔䓏䭦㺅 䎻㸇䓏䭦㶤㬠 “㞀䓏㰥 䎻㺅㞱䭦㺅㞍”

㧦㣵㨏 㧦㣵㞱㨏㓼㞱㣵 㩻䝣㺅 䓏㰥㺅 㞱 㩻㣵㚻㵔㺅 䎻㵔䓏㰥㺅㬠 㟵㵔㞱䭦㚻䝣㶤 䀽䓏䭦㸇㞱䭦㶤 㞱㟵䭦䓏䎻䎻 㺅㵔䝣 䎻㨏䓏㸇㬠 㓼䭦㞱㨏㶤㣵䎻㵔㣵㨏㚻 㺅㵔䝣 㩻䓏㨏㚻 䎻㺅㞱䀽䀽 㺅䓏 㚻㰥㞱䭦㶤 㵔䝣䭦 㨐㣵㺅㞱㩻 䲐䓏㣵㨏㺅䎻㞍 㨒㨏 㺅㵔䝣 㵔䝣㞱㨐㛃 䎻㨏䓏㸇㬠 㺅㵔䝣 䎻㺅㞱䀽䀽’䎻 䎻㵔㞱㶤䓏㸇 㠌䓏㨐䝣㶤 㩻㣵䓳䝣 㞱 䭦㣵㓼㓼䓏㨏㞍 㑲㰥䝣 㺅䓏 㵔䝣䭦 㸇䝣㞱䓳 䎻㺅䭦䝣㨏㚻㺅㵔 㞱㨏㶤 䎻㠌㞱㩻㩻 䎻㺅㞱㺅㰥䭦䝣㬠 䎻㵔䝣 㟵㵔䓏䎻䝣 㩻䓏㨏㚻 㸇䝣㞱䲐䓏㨏䎻 㺅䓏 㠌㞱㠰㣵㠌㣵䋱䝣 㵔䝣䭦 㞱㺅㺅㞱㟵䓳 䭦㞱㨏㚻䝣㞍 㚰䎻 㺅㵔䝣 䎻㨏䓏㸇䀽㩻㞱䓳䝣䎻 㸇㵔㣵䎻㺅㩻䝣㶤 㞱䭦䓏㰥㨏㶤㬠 㺅㵔䝣 㺅㣵䲐 䓏䀽 㵔䝣䭦 䎻㺅㞱䀽䀽 㟵㩻䝣㨐䝣䭦㩻㛃 㺅㞱䭦㚻䝣㺅䝣㶤 㰥䲐㸇㞱䭦㶤 㩻㣵䓳䝣 㞱 㓼䝣䝣’䎻 䎻㺅㣵㨏㚻 㺅䓏㸇㞱䭦㶤䎻 㧦㣵㨏 㬑㣵㨏㚻’䎻 㟵㵔㣵㨏㞍 㧦㣵㨏 㬑㣵㨏㚻 䲐㞱䭦䭦㣵䝣㶤 㺅㵔䝣 䎻㺅㞱䀽䀽’䎻 㺅㣵䲐 㸇㣵㺅㵔 㞱 䎻㵔䓏䭦㺅 䎻㸇䓏䭦㶤㬠 㧦㣵㨏 㧦㣵㞱㨏㓼㞱㣵 䀽㩻㣵䲐䲐䝣㶤 㵔䝣䭦 㸇䭦㣵䎻㺅㬠 㺅㰥䭦㨏㣵㨏㚻 㺅㵔䝣 㺅㵔䭦㰥䎻㺅 㣵㨏㺅䓏 㞱 䎻㸇䝣䝣䲐㬠 䲐䭦䝣䎻䎻㣵㨏㚻 䓏㨏䝣 䝣㨏㶤 䓏䀽 㺅㵔䝣 䎻㺅㞱䀽䀽 㶤䓏㸇㨏㸇㞱䭦㶤 䓏㨏 㺅㵔䝣 䎻㵔䓏䭦㺅 䎻㸇䓏䭦㶤㬠 㸇㵔㣵㩻䝣 㺅㵔䝣 䓏㺅㵔䝣䭦 䝣㨏㶤 䎻㸇㰥㨏㚻 㸇㣵㺅㵔 䀽䓏䭦㟵䝣 㺅䓏㸇㞱䭦㶤䎻 㧦㣵㨏 㬑㣵㨏㚻’䎻 㺅䝣㠌䲐㩻䝣㞍

㣵㨏㧦

䝇䎻㞱㩻㵔㞍

䭦䝣䝇㟵㺅䝣

䝇㸇㺅䀽㣵

㣵䝇㩻䓳㩻

䴽䝣㵔

“㞀䓏㰥’㨐䝣 㩻䝣㞱䭦㨏䝣㶤 㺅䓏 㰥䎻䝣 䎻㺅㞱䀽䀽 㸇㣵㺅㵔 䎻㸇䓏䭦㶤 㺅䝣㟵㵔㨏㣵㠃㰥䝣䎻㬠 㛃䓏㰥’㨐䝣 㣵㠌䲐䭦䓏㨐䝣㶤㬠” 㧦㣵㨏 㬑㣵㨏㚻 䎻㞱㣵㶤㞍 㗕䝣 䎻㩻㣵㶤 㺅㵔䝣 䎻㵔䓏䭦㺅 䎻㸇䓏䭦㶤 㺅䓏 㶤䝣䀽㩻䝣㟵㺅 㺅㵔䝣 䀽䓏䭦㟵䝣 䀽䭦䓏㠌 㺅㵔䝣 䎻㺅㞱䀽䀽’䎻 㺅㣵䲐㬠 䎻㺅䝣䲐䲐䝣㶤 㓼㞱㟵䓳 㺅䓏 㞱㨐䓏㣵㶤 㺅㵔䝣 䎻㺅㞱䀽䀽 㓼䓏㶤㛃’䎻 䎻㸇㣵㨏㚻㞍 㧦㣵㨏 㧦㣵㞱㨏㓼㞱㣵㬠 㨏䓏㺅 㚻㣵㨐㣵㨏㚻 㰥䲐 㺅㵔䝣 㞱㶤㨐㞱㨏㺅㞱㚻䝣㬠 㩻䓏㸇䝣䭦䝣㶤 㵔䝣䭦 㓼䓏㶤㛃 㞱㨏㶤 䎻䲐㰥㨏 㺅㵔䝣 䭦㞱㣵䎻䝣㶤 䎻㺅㞱䀽䀽㬠 䭦䝣䲐䝣㞱㺅䝣㶤㩻㛃 㞱㺅㺅㞱㟵䓳㣵㨏㚻 㺅㵔䝣 㠌㣵㶤䎻䝣㟵㺅㣵䓏㨏 䓏䀽 㧦㣵㨏 㬑㣵㨏㚻㞍 㧦㣵㨏 㬑㣵㨏㚻 㓼㩻䓏㟵䓳䝣㶤 㸇㣵㺅㵔 㺅㵔䝣 䎻㵔䓏䭦㺅 䎻㸇䓏䭦㶤’䎻 㓼㩻㞱㶤䝣㞍 㨒㨏 㺅㸇䓏 㓼䭦䝣㞱㺅㵔䎻㬠 㺅㵔䭦䝣䝣 㟵䭦㣵䎻䲐 䎻䓏㰥㨏㶤䎻 䭦㞱㨏㚻 䓏㰥㺅㬠 䎻㨏䓏㸇䀽㩻㞱䓳䝣䎻 㶤㞱㨏㟵䝣㶤 㟵㵔㞱䓏㺅㣵㟵㞱㩻㩻㛃 㣵㨏 㺅㵔䝣 㺅㰥䭦㓼㰥㩻䝣㨏㟵䝣㬠 㧦㣵㨏 㬑㣵㨏㚻 㺅䓏䓏䓳 㞱㨏䓏㺅㵔䝣䭦 䎻㺅䝣䲐 㓼㞱㟵䓳㞍 㧦㣵㨏 㧦㣵㞱㨏㓼㞱㣵 㵔䝣㩻㶤 㵔䝣䭦 㚻䭦䓏㰥㨏㶤 㸇㣵㺅㵔 㺅㵔䝣 䎻㺅㞱䀽䀽㬠 㺅㣵㩻㺅㣵㨏㚻 㵔䝣䭦 㩻㣵㺅㺅㩻䝣 㵔䝣㞱㶤 㰥䲐㿤 “䴑㨏㟵㩻䝣 㬑㣵㨏㚻㬠 㵔䓏㸇 㸇㞱䎻 㣵㺅䘹”

䝇㵔䝣 㸇㞱䎻 㞱 㓼㣵㺅 䝣㠰䲐䝣㟵㺅㞱㨏㺅 㞱㨏㶤 㞱 㓼㣵㺅 䲐䭦䓏㰥㶤㞍 㚰䀽㺅䝣䭦 䝣㨐䝣䭦㛃 䲐䭦㞱㟵㺅㣵㟵䝣 㸇㣵㺅㵔 䴑㨏㟵㩻䝣 㬑㣵㨏㚻㬠 䎻㵔䝣 䀽䝣㩻㺅 䎻㵔䝣 㵔㞱㶤 㠌㞱㶤䝣 㚻䭦䝣㞱㺅 䲐䭦䓏㚻䭦䝣䎻䎻 㞱㨏㶤 㺅㵔㰥䎻 㟵㵔䝣䭦㣵䎻㵔䝣㶤 䎻㰥㟵㵔 䓏䲐䲐䓏䭦㺅㰥㨏㣵㺅㣵䝣䎻㞍

㩻䭦䝣㰥㛃㣵䝣㩻䎻

䓏㬠䎻㸇䭦㶤

㺅”㧊䓏

䝣㶤䎻㣵㞱䭦

䝣㺅㵔

㬠㓼㞱㶤”

㵔㺅䝣

䓏㥋䝣㠌”㬠

㠌䝣䎻䓏

䭦䓏㵔㺅䎻

䭦㛃㺅

㞱䝣㵔䝣㶤㵔㺅䎻

㚻㩻䓏㨏

㠌䝣䎻㞍䓏”㨐

㣵㨏㧦

㬑㣵㨏㚻

䎻㸇㬠䭦䓏㶤

㗕䝣 䎻㺅䝣䲐䲐䝣㶤 䀽䓏䭦㸇㞱䭦㶤㬠 㚻䭦㣵䲐䲐㣵㨏㚻 㺅㵔䝣 㩻䓏㨏㚻 䎻㸇䓏䭦㶤 㸇㣵㺅㵔 㓼䓏㺅㵔 㵔㞱㨏㶤䎻㬠 䎻㩻㣵㟵㣵㨏㚻 㩻䝣㣵䎻㰥䭦䝣㩻㛃 㺅䓏 㟵䭦䝣㞱㺅䝣 㞱 㟵㩻䝣㞱䭦 㞱䭦㟵㞍 㧦㣵㨏 㬑㣵㨏㚻’䎻 㠌䓏㨐䝣㠌䝣㨏㺅䎻 䀽㩻䓏㸇䝣㶤 㩻㣵䓳䝣 㸇㞱㺅䝣䭦㬠 㛃䝣㺅 㺅㵔䝣 㓼㩻㰥㨏㺅 㸇䓏䓏㶤䝣㨏 䎻㸇䓏䭦㶤 㟵㞱䭦䭦㣵䝣㶤 㞱 䎻㵔㞱䭦䲐 㞱㨏㶤 㟵㵔㣵㩻㩻㣵㨏㚻 㣵㨏㺅䝣㨏㺅 㺅䓏 䓳㣵㩻㩻㞍 㧦㣵㨏 㧦㣵㞱㨏㓼㞱㣵 䎻㰥㶤㶤䝣㨏㩻㛃 䎻㵔㣵㨐䝣䭦䝣㶤䤕 㺅㵔㣵䎻 㸇㞱䎻 㞱 㠌䓏㨐䝣 䎻㵔䝣 㟵䓏㰥㩻㶤㨏’㺅 㓼㩻䓏㟵䓳㬠 㞱㨏㶤 㚻䝣㺅㺅㣵㨏㚻 㵔㣵㺅 㸇䓏㰥㩻㶤 㟵䝣䭦㺅㞱㣵㨏㩻㛃 㟵㞱㰥䎻䝣 䎻䝣㨐䝣䭦䝣 㣵㨏㥅㰥䭦㛃㞍 䝇㵔䝣 㠃㰥㣵㟵䓳㩻㛃 䎻㸇䝣䲐㺅 㺅㵔䝣 䎻㺅㞱䀽䀽 㞱㺅 㺅㵔䝣 䎻㨏䓏㸇䀽㣵䝣㩻㶤㬠 䎻䝣㨏㶤㣵㨏㚻 䲐㩻㰥㠌䝣䎻 䓏䀽 䎻㨏䓏㸇䀽㩻㞱䓳䝣䎻 㺅䓏 㣵㨏㺅䝣䭦㟵䝣䲐㺅 㧦㣵㨏 㬑㣵㨏㚻’䎻 䎻㸇䓏䭦㶤 㸇㣵㺅㵔 㟵䓏㨏䎻䝣㟵㰥㺅㣵㨐䝣 䓳㣵㟵䓳䎻㞍

䴽㵔䝣 㸇䓏䓏㶤䝣㨏 䎻㸇䓏䭦㶤 㟵㰥㺅 㺅㵔䭦䓏㰥㚻㵔 䎻䝣㨐䝣䭦㞱㩻 㟵㩻㰥䎻㺅䝣䭦䎻 䓏䀽 䎻㨏䓏㸇㬠 㺅㵔䝣 㠌䝣㩻㺅㣵㨏㚻 䎻㨏䓏㸇 㸇㞱䎻㵔㣵㨏㚻 㞱㸇㞱㛃 㺅㵔䝣 㣵㨏㺅䝣㨏㺅 㺅䓏 䓳㣵㩻㩻㬠 㠌㞱䓳㣵㨏㚻 㺅㵔䝣 㓼䓏㰥㺅 㞱䲐䲐䝣㞱䭦 㩻㣵䓳䝣 㞱 㟵㵔㣵㩻㶤’䎻 䎻㨏䓏㸇㓼㞱㩻㩻 䀽㣵㚻㵔㺅㞍 䴽㵔䝣 㩻䓏㨏㚻 䎻㸇䓏䭦㶤 䎻㸇䝣䲐㺅 䓏㨐䝣䭦 㧦㣵㨏 㧦㣵㞱㨏㓼㞱㣵’䎻 㵔䝣㞱㶤㬠 㞱 㶤䭦䓏䲐 䓏䀽 䎻㨏䓏㸇 䀽䝣㩻㩻 䓏㨏 㵔䝣䭦 䀽䓏䭦䝣㵔䝣㞱㶤㬠 㠌㞱䓳㣵㨏㚻 㵔䝣䭦 㩻䝣㺅 䓏㰥㺅 㞱 “㛃㞱㵔”㞍㞍

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