Capítulo 1428: Chapter 28: The Last Resort

The center of the imperial city is the white palace, and a straight avenue lies before it. This road has been repaired several times over two thousand years; it has carried the ministers’ carriages, borne the nobles’ grand sedan chairs, and accommodated the luxury cars of visiting foreign guests. Today, a pair of cloth shoes stepped onto the road leading to the palace, belonging to a burly red-haired man. The man let his coarse, red hair flow casually behind his head, wearing jeans and athletic wear, with a black windbreaker draped over him, appearing like a tourist here to admire the imperial palace.

At the end of the avenue, two other men descended the long steps leading to the palace. The young black-haired man wore a military uniform with hands behind him, while the elder with floating beard carried the Purple and Blue Double Swords ahead. The Hidden Law Master’s gaze swept over the two, first looking at the youthful-looking one.

“Duke Wu Qin An, protector of the nation for four hundred years, having slain two Creator Realm Mages, transcended the ‘leakage’ through long grinding,” the Hidden Law Master said, “but ultimately failed to comprehend eternal truth, both talent and strength inferior to your descendants—an ordinary man.”

“The children are all very promising,” Qin An nodded in agreement. The Hidden Law Master then looked at the elder.

“General Zhenwu Zhang Hongzheng, since the Yong Guang Calendar year 524, has journeyed through time and space six times, the real-world prototype of Emperor Zhenwu’s meme. Mastered the Heavenly Return Skill, achieved Martial Arts eternal truth, the Impermanence Skill also bears Desolate Form Creation Realm—both scholarly and martial talents.” The Hidden Law Master shook his head, “You have mastered two eternal truths yet lack the means to harmonize them. Attaining the Dao too early makes advancement impossible for life. Born in today’s era, you would stand shoulder to shoulder with Yan Qi and Qin Ming at the pinnacle, but knowledge from fifteen hundred years ago only allows you to become a mediocre existence. What a pity.”

“Not a pity,” Zhang Hongzheng said, “Always someone must stumble for others to know the way to go, whether it’s me or my disciple, it’s the same.”

The Hidden Law Master nodded, with a trace of melancholy in his eyes.

“All outdated relics have already fallen behind the times. Does the imperial city plan to rely on two exhausted old men to stop me?”

“We two juniors cannot bear your term ‘old’,” Qin An stood firmly, “You spoke of our origins earlier, yet unsure how we should address you? ‘Central Spirit Residue’… or Hidden Law Master and Controller Nucleus?”

“It doesn’t matter, after all, I am the one to defeat you, no need to care about titles,” the Hidden Law Master said lightly, “All pillars of the empire, I offer you a choice. I already possess the power of the Five Realms; now let me take out the Time-Space Dragon under the palace. Once the Six Realms unite, I can fully control the real world, guarding eternal brightness for the empire.”

“Thank you,” Qin An nodded, “Choice made.”

As he spoke, Qin An leaped forward like a swift eagle, the fluttering military coat blocking the sunlight before the Hidden Law Master. Qin An, his back to the sun, punched with one hand, the fierce and firm punch force resembling another grand sun descending upon the earth, its heat burning mountains and rivers.

Qin Secret Skill · Star Fall.

This was once a nation-destroying strike; two hundred years ago, Qin An single-handedly stormed the enemy lines, using this punch to kill the Creation Realm Mage who tried to divide the land. Unaware of the truth, the historian recorded that fierce winds tore the flags on the day of battle, the meteor fell from beyond the sky, crushing the rebel leader to dust, and under the blessing of destiny, the empire’s general won complete victory. This fierce punch was once the key to determining the battle, but now it was merely Qin An’s cover.

The real killer move was under the scorching sun, as the elder shot forward like an arrow, the clashing Purple and Blue Double Swords emitting a clear, bright sword light twisted by True Qi into a strand, straight at the Hidden Law Master’s chest.

Still direct confrontation, still righteous sword routes, martial artists’ ultimate techniques are always open and honest attacks. The storm-breaking meteor before this sword could only be an accompaniment; it is the indomitable spirit of protecting the nation, the True Martial Demon-clearing Sword refined through Zhang Hongzheng’s lifetime!

The Hidden Law Master simultaneously pushed out his hands, the back of the left hand blocking Qin An’s punch, the palm of the right hand against Zhang Hongzheng’s sword. A smudge of red appeared at his palm, as Zhang Hongzheng’s sword pierced his skin, drawing a drop of blood.

“Well done,” the Hidden Law Master said, “You have reason to be proud.”

He sunk his waist, exerted force, the signature strength of Red Emperor Martial Arts transforming into strands of red electric light, the wild power like ten thousand snakes dancing madly, surging out!

“Heavenly Return Power, final realm. Red Emperor Star Suppressing Palm.”

Meteor shatters, dual swords break, Qin An and Zhang Hongzheng flew backward, the surging force within them causing them to spit blood. Victory and defeat were determined in this instant; they were heroes who broke armies to protect the nation, but that man was a powerhouse who suppressed stars!

·

“Your Highness, step aside.”

At the front of the Imperial Study Room, Qin Qianbai silently removed the hairpin from her hair. Blocking the doorway was Chi Zijing, flipping through an old notebook, not only refused to retreat upon hearing, but instead blocked even more firmly.

“Qin Qianbai, you may not fight,” he said calmly, “There are still formidable enemies yet to reveal themselves, and you are currently the strongest force in the imperial city. If the strategy errs, we can only rely on you. If you fail, everything will be over; hence you cannot act now, wait until we have the odds before launching.”

Qin Qianbai transformed the hairpin into a long knife: “They were never opponents of those three to begin with.”

“They should go fight, regardless of life or death, wins or losses,” Chi Zijing said.

Qin Qianbai looked at the crown prince at the door, as if recognizing this man for the first time. Chi Zijing’s face was devoid of sorrow or joy; he was even reading that notebook at the moment, cold as a machine.

“Hiding behind elders, relying on their sacrificing lives to barely survive—this is unequivocally cowardly behavior. But now I am the Imperial Crown Prince, you are a Wanhua Martial Artist, both of us must consider the ‘big picture’. If the ‘big picture’ requires delay, requires intelligence gathering, I do not mind being a coward.”

“Qin Qianbai, I have no authority to command you, so I implore you to watch with me,” he closed the notebook in his hand, “Watch them fight… and watch them fall.”

“I am a Heavenly Return Mage,” Qin Qianbai said, “My big picture is to fight first.”

The long knife of Wanhua swung down, as Qin Qianbai had made a decision. She would rather offend the Crown Prince than stand by; however, Chi Zijing clasped the blade in his hands, with blood seeping from them, and his eyes calm as the abyss. The outcome was uncertain, but he had resolved to stall this willful martial artist; he had thought of a way.

“I told you not to act, and now I must stop you,” Chi Zijing said, “If you forcibly enter the battle, I’ll do my utmost to delay Shiyu Ling from assisting. I also don’t hesitate to help Hadrian and the Hidden Law Master. If you leave the palace… it will be a dead end.”

With a somber blackness in his eyes, Qin Qianbai knew this man wasn’t joking. He was serious, saying that he wouldn’t leave, even if he saw his mentors and friends die, he wouldn’t take a step out of the palace.

In a trance, Qin Qianbai recalled the night of Yan Qi’s wrath, and after thirteen years, she felt Yan Qi’s past agony.

What use is unparalleled power? How does reaching the ultimate realm help? You cannot change others’ wills nor alter the external grand scheme. You appear to have many choices, but in truth, the viable options are few. You’re caught in a dilemma, trapped like you are in a cage.

·

Outside the city gates, Agent Will fell into floods of death.

In the suburbs of Divine Capital, Liu Zhongwu had lost consciousness.

Before the palace hall, the elderly men attacking jointly were effortlessly knocked away by the Hidden Law Master.

Amidst the clash of floods and heavenly fire, the ancient capital teetered on the brink, with the rumble and groans intermingling with the people’s cries of despair. It was as hopeless as the prophecy of doom depicted in mythological murals, as if prosperity and stability were just illusions before the eyes, with destruction and decay being the predestined end.

Those able to influence the battle were not in Divine Capital.

Those capable of taking a stand couldn’t join the fight.

The man who should have been the first to rush onto the battlefield was caught in the cage of indecision thirteen years ago. Before him lay tens of millions of apathetic citizens, behind him were hundreds of millions of defenseless innocents. With his increasingly tenuous life reduced to a few breaths, he had to make a decision in those breaths—the only correct decision.

The various scenes outside the blue light screen streamed into Gongsun Ce’s eyes. Mr. Lan crushed the light screen in his hand, and for the first time, sympathy appeared in his eyes. The laughter of tens of millions echoed around Gongsun Ce, with frantic thoughts nearly tearing his soul apart. His hands had become near transparent, clutching his chest tightly, bending like a patient about to vomit.

Cannot do.

No choice.

Gongsun Ce couldn’t solve the problem.

This was a tailor-made hopeless situation for him; he couldn’t find a way out no matter what. Gongsun Ce was not an omnipotent god, he couldn’t always think of a perfect solution. Reality was an inescapable cage, where humanity had no choice but to lament, compromise, and ultimately make only one choice—only one choice—

The intangible hand fell from his chest, in the last moment Gongsun Ce suddenly straightened, like a flag unwilling to bend. His roar swept through the crowd of numb souls, storming through the desperate imperial capital under dark night.

“——Stop watching, Situ Yi!!”

Thus, the laughter in Divine Capital City stopped.

So, people’s faces showed expressions other than smiles.

Those expressions were anger, sadness, excitement, worry, the gloating of the petty, the heroism of fulfilled ambition. Melodious tinkles from the deep alleyways emerged, bronze gongs and suonas stirring the resounding herald of commencement, as people whose demeanor had transformed in the haunting melody sang out in a bright opera tune:

“Once schoolmates, ten years later, turned adversaries, laden with hatred, swallowed grudges as they meet; clever and resourceful, unable to predict future changes; brave and strong, unable to ensure current prowess. Yesterday the city was ablaze with splendor, tonight snow covers palace walls with barren bones. We lament others trapped in a cage, unaware of our own chains at feet!”

Gray-white threads fell like rain, the ground in reality flipped like a mechanism, wooden houses, stone towers, mansions, and palaces all sank into the ground, replaced by shoddy backdrops made from cardboard and iron frames. Stacks of old brown wood rose, between two black pillars, red curtains manipulated by threads descended, forming a square stage.

The pillars on both sides of the stage were carved with couplets, the upper couplet reads “Whether a gentleman or a villain, or a talented scholar or a beautiful lady, reveals as they appear,” the lower couplet says “Sometimes calm and peaceful, sometimes earth-shattering, all disappears in an instant.” The blood-red curtains slowly opened, a tall and thin actor stood facing the masses at the center, with the citizens of Divine Capital below cheering and applauding. The actor wore a tall hat and a white robe, like a capricious wandering soul or ghost, he flicked his long sleeves, his voice resonant:

“Fate is like dust, life is like ants, destiny ends, calamity inevitable. When fortune smiles blissfully, calamity strikes anew. Endless world unpredictable, affection and sorrow, the way of impermanence. Mortal world is like a play, you sing your part, next I appear!”

The surreal world conjured by the stage drama rapidly expanded, its music enveloping Divine Capital City. The erasing attacks of obscure laws vanished at this moment, a new force transcended the mechanisms of the imperial capital’s dark side, with the control over emotions and thoughts immediately handed over to another person’s control!

Situ Yi chuckled as he turned, his wide sleeves brushing past his face, revealing snake-like, slender eyes. He bowed deeply to the audience, hands merged into his sleeves, smiling amiably at Gongsun Ce.

“Spiritual Image · Creation Realm. Chaos Director’s Play Mortal Theater,” Situ Yi said, “In times of adversity for classmates, duty calls without hesitation. What commands does Gongsun have?”

老

䘣䚭䁅

㤒䜵䨵䚭䚭䧗

䫣䚶䚶㨶㤒䂙㧙

蘆

䧦䚭䧚䧗䘣䜵㧙䧗

爐

䜵䘣䚭

䧗䒲䜵䨣

䧦䚶㕯

爐

擄

爐

䑹䨵䜵䚭㕯䘣

䜵䘣䚭

䧚䄜㕯㤒

䨣䚶

㙟䂙

䘣䨣㤒

䂙䚶

擄

䂙㙟䨵

䚶䒲㕯

擄

䚶䨣㤒䜵䲁㕯䚶䜵

盧

䂙䂙䨵䚶䚭㤒䨣

盧

䚭䧦䧦䚭䨵䧗䚭

㕟䲁䚭䨣䫣㕯

䟯䚶䨣㕯䫣㤒䫣

䚭䧗䘣㤒䜵䅝

㕯䜵㤒

䚭䬒

䜵䄜䜵䨣㧙䘣䂙

㕯㤒

䘣䚭

䧚䄜㕯䧚

㕯䚶

“㶀㕯㕟䚶 䨣䜵䅝䅝䅝 㗃䧚䜵䘣䂙㧙䫣䘣 䅁 䨵䚭㕯䧚䧚䒲 䧦䂙䚶’䜵 䄜㕯䚶䜵 䜵䂙 䜵㕯䧚㟧 䜵䂙 䒲䂙㧙䅝䅝䅝 䒲䂙㧙 䧦䨣䧦 㕯 䫣䨵䚭㕯䜵 㼅䂙䑹 䜵䘣䨣㤒 䜵䨣㕟䚭䅝” 㨶䂙䚶䫣㤒㧙䚶 䬒䚭 䟯㕯䚶䜵䚭䧦 㕯㤒 䘣䚭 䜵䨵䨣䚭䧦 䜵䂙 䨵䚭䫣㕯䨣䚶 䘣䨣㤒 㤒䜵䨵䚭䚶䫣䜵䘣䲁 “㚚䂙䄜 䧦䨣䧦 䒲䂙㧙 䫣㧙䚭㤒㤒 䨣䜵㖾”

“䆖㕯㤒 䨣䜵 䜵䘣㕯䜵 䘣㕯䨵䧦 䜵䂙 䫣㧙䚭㤒㤒㖾” 㵁䨣䜵㧙 䴭䨣 㤒㕟䨣䧚䚭䧦 㤒䧚䨣䫣䘣䜵䧚䒲䲁 “䴭䂙㧙 㕯䚶䧦 䅁 䘣㕯䑭䚭 䚶䚭䑭䚭䨵 㕟䚭䜵 䑹䚭㙟䂙䨵䚭䲁 䒲䚭䜵 㕯䜵 䂙㧙䨵 㙟䨣䨵㤒䜵 䚭䚶䧗䂙㧙䚶䜵䚭䨵䲁 䒲䂙㧙 䧗㕯䨵䨵䨣䚭䧦 㤒㧙䧗䘣 㕯 㙟䨣䚭䨵䧗䚭 㟧䨣䧚䧚䨣䚶䫣 䨣䚶䜵䚭䚶䜵䅝 㗃䧚䧚 䚭䚶䚭㕟䨣䚭㤒 䅁’䑭䚭 䚭䑭䚭䨵 䘣㕯䧦 䘣㕯䑭䚭 䑹䚭䚭䚶 䫣䨵䂙㧙䚶䧦 䜵䂙 䧦㧙㤒䜵䲁 㤒䂙 䜵䘣䨣㤒 䫣䨵㧙䧦䫣䚭 㤒䘣䂙㧙䧚䧦䚶’䜵 䧗䂙㕟䚭 㙟䨵䂙㕟 䜵䘣䚭 䟯㕯㤒䜵䅝 䴭䂙㧙’䨵䚭 㕯 䜵䨵㕯䚶㤒㕟䨣䫣䨵㕯䜵䂙䨵 㙟䨵䂙㕟 䜵䘣䚭 㨶䨵䂙䜵䜵䂙 㚚䚭㕯䑭䚭䚶䲁 䚶䂙䜵 㙟䨵䂙㕟 䜵䘣䚭 䟯㕯㤒䜵䲁 㤒䂙 䧦䂙䚭㤒䚶’䜵 䨣䜵 䘣㕯䑭䚭 䜵䂙 䧗䂙㕟䚭 㙟䨵䂙㕟 䜵䘣䚭 㙟㧙䜵㧙䨵䚭㖾”

䘣㕯䫣䧦䚶䧗䚭

䚭䚶䚭䚭䨵䧦㤒

㕯㟧䑹䧗

䨵䘣䜵䚭䚭

䚭䘣

䂙㙟

䂙䚭䘣䲁䁅㙟䨵䨵䚭䚭

䁅㕯䚭䘣䚭䨵䜵

䚭㸛䧚”㾟㕟㕯

䨵䚭㕯

㧙䨵䂙䫣䲁䚭䚶䨣䧗䚶㻻䚭䧦

䨣㤒

㕯

䚭䜵䧚䟯㕟䧚䂙䚭䒲䧗

䨣䚭㡎䟯䲁䨵㕟

䜵㧙䨣㵁

䧚㕯䜵䧦䚶䚭䚭䜵

㕯

䨵䂙䧦㕯㤒䄜䜵

䚶㕯䧦

㤒䜵䨣䘣

䧗㕯㤒䜵

䜵䚭䘣

㶀䨣䫣䚶

䂙㕯䧚㤒

䨣䚭䧚㟧

㗃䚭䨵㙟䜵

㙟䧚䚶䧦㧙䂙䲁䧦䚭

㤒䘣䨣

䚶㕯䧦

䜵䨣㕟䚭

䧚䧗㕯䟯䚭

䂙䚭䜵䚶䲁

䧚䨣㟧䚭

䟯䟯䂙䚭䚭䧚

䘣䬒䂙㕯㤒

䧦䧚䨣䧚䒲㓫㕯㧙䧦䚶㤒䨣㙟

䨣㤒

㤒䚭㕯

㤒䘣䨣

䜵䘣䚭

䲁䧦䨵䧚䄜䂙

䴭䨣

㤒䘣㕯䧗䨵䂙䧚

㻻䚭䫣㕯

䚶䨣

䘣䚭䜵

㕯㝍䚶

䨣㤒䂙䧚䨣㕟䟯㤒䅝䚭䑹

㧙䫣㤒㕟

㙟䂙

䧚䒲䂙䚶

䂙㤒

㗃”䧦䚶

䚭㤒䫣䅝䚶㧙䨣

䜵䘣䚭

䜵䂙䚶

䚭䒲䧚䚭䨵㕟

䧗㕯䨵䚭䜵䧦䚭

㕯䚭䨵䧚

䑹䒲

䂙䚶䚭

䄜䚭

䚭䜵䘣

㤒䂙䜵䒲

㤒䨣

䨣䜵䂙䒲䘣䨵㤒

䑭䚭䫣䜵䨵䧚䚶㕯䨣

䒲䚭䜵

䆖䨣䜵䘣 㼅㧙㤒䜵 㕯 㙟䚭䄜 䄜䂙䨵䧦㤒䲁 䜵䘣䨣㤒 㕟㕯䚶 䄜䨣䜵䘣䂙㧙䜵 㕯䚶䒲 㤒㧙䟯䟯䂙䨵䜵 䘣㕯䧦 䜵䘣䂙䨵䂙㧙䫣䘣䧚䒲 㧙䚶䧦䚭䨵㤒䜵䂙䂙䧦 䜵䘣䚭 䧗㧙䨵䨵䚭䚶䜵 㤒䨣䜵㧙㕯䜵䨣䂙䚶䅝 㚚䚭 䄜㕯㤒 䂙䨵䨣䫣䨣䚶㕯䧚䧚䒲 䂙䚶䚭 䂙㙟 䜵䘣䚭 䄜䂙䨵䧚䧦’㤒 䜵䂙䟯 䫣䚭䚶䨣㧙㤒䚭㤒䲁 㕯䚶䧦 㕯 㤒䨣䚶䫣䧚䚭 䫣䧚㕯䚶䧗䚭 㕯䜵 䜵䘣䚭䨣䨵 㙟䨣䨵㤒䜵 㕟䚭䚭䜵䨣䚶䫣 䄜㕯㤒 䚭䚶䂙㧙䫣䘣 㙟䂙䨵 䘣䨣㕟 䜵䂙 㧙䚶䧦䚭䨵㤒䜵㕯䚶䧦 㤒䂙 㕟㧙䧗䘣䅝

㵁䨣䜵㧙 䴭䨣 䨵䚭㕟䂙䑭䚭䧦 䘣䨣㤒 䜵㕯䧚䧚 䄜䘣䨣䜵䚭 䘣㕯䜵䲁 䧚䚭䜵䜵䨣䚶䫣 䘣䨣㤒 䑹䧚㕯䧗㟧 䘣㕯䨣䨵 䧗㕯㤒䧗㕯䧦䚭 䧚䨣㟧䚭 㕯 䄜㕯䜵䚭䨵㙟㕯䧚䧚䲁 㙟㕯䧚䧚䨣䚶䫣 䂙䚶䜵䂙 䘣䨣㤒 㤒䘣䂙㧙䧚䧦䚭䨵㤒䅝 䁅䘣䚭 䧚䂙䚶䫣㟳䘣㕯䨣䨵䚭䧦 㕟㕯䚶 䫣㕯㻻䚭䧦 㕯䜵 䜵䘣䚭 㙟䨣䨵㕟㕯㕟䚭䚶䜵䲁 䘣䨣㤒 䚭䒲䚭㤒 㙟㧙䧚䧚 䂙㙟 䘣㕯䜵䨵䚭䧦 㕯䚶䧦 㟧䨣䧚䧚䨣䚶䫣 䨣䚶䜵䚭䚶䜵㓫 “䁅䘣䚭 䜵䘣䨣䚶䫣 䅁䲁 㵁䨣䜵㧙 䴭䨣䲁 䘣㕯䜵䚭 㕟䂙㤒䜵 䨣䚶 㕟䒲 䧚䨣㙟䚭 䨣㤒 䜵䘣䚭 ‘㚚䚭㕯䑭䚭䚶’㤒 䆖䨣䧚䧚’ 䜵䘣㕯䜵 䜵䂙䒲㤒 䄜䨣䜵䘣 㕯䧚䧚 䑹䚭䨣䚶䫣㤒䅝 㵁䨣䚶䧗䚭 䅁 㕯㕟 䑹䚭䨣䚶䫣 㕟㕯䚶䨣䟯㧙䧚㕯䜵䚭䧦 䂙䚶 䜵䘣䨣㤒 㤒䜵㕯䫣䚭䲁 䧦䂙䚶’䜵 䑹䧚㕯㕟䚭 㕟䚭 㙟䂙䨵 䟯䨣䧗㟧䨣䚶䫣 㧙䟯 䜵䘣䚭 䟯䚭䚶 䜵䂙 䚭䨵㕯㤒䚭 䒲䂙㧙䨵 䧦䨵㕯㕟㕯㸛”

䨵䑭䧦䂙䚭

䨣䘣㕟

䚭䬒

䘣䚭䚭䁅㤒

䒲䂙㧙

䟯䅝䚭䧗㤒㕯

㙟䚶䚭䨣䧗䚭䧦䜵

䨵㕯䒲䚭䧦

䧦䂙䄜䧚㧙

䚭䨣䜵㕟

䒲㸛䂙㧙

䨵䧚䚭䒲㕯䚶

䚭䨣䚭䧦䚶䚭䨵䜵䧦㕟

䚭䒲䜵

䟯䨣㤒䜵䨵䨣䲁

䚶㕯䫣䨵䨵㕟䚶䂙䜵㙟䨣㤒

䚭㙟䚭䨵䂙䑹

䜵䘣䚭

㤒䴭䨣’

䘣䨣㕟

䑭䫣㕯䚭䚭䨵䚶

䨣䧦㤒㕯䲁

㕯

䨵䚭㵁”䧗䄜

䚭䧚㕯㕟㾟

䟯䂙䚭㟧䚶㤒

䒲䚶㗃䂙䚶䚭

䚭䘣䜵䚭䧗䧦䨵

㵁䨣䜵㧙

㕯㤒䚶㕯䫣䨣䜵

䚶䨣䜵䂙

䚶䨣䂙䫣䅝䑭䜵㕟䨣

䧚䑭䨵䜵䚭䂙

䚭䚭䧚㤒

㕯㟧䜵䧚

䫣䨣䪸䚶

䜵㕯

䘣㤒㧙䧗

䑹䜵㧙㸛䘣䨣䧚䧚㤒”

䨵䄜㤒䧦䂙

㚚䚭

㧙䂙䚶㨶䫣䚶㤒

䒲䑹

㟧䧚㵁䧚䨣

䚭䄜䚭䨵

䨣䚭㤒䧦䑹䚭

䂙䜵

䒲䂙䨵㧙

䨣㕟䘣

䚶㕯䧦

䂙䬒䚶䚭䨣䨵䜵㕯

䘣䚭

㟧䂙䂙䙹

㤒㕯

㕟㕟䚶䲁䚭䂙䜵

䄜㕯㤒

䨵㧙䘣䂙䜵䘣䫣

㕯䜵

䜵䨣㤒䘣

䚭㕯䑭䘣

䄜䘣䂙

䚶䚭䑹䚭

䨣䒲㙟㕟䲁䨵䧚

“䕷㕯䜵㧙䨵㕯䧚䧚䒲䲁 䂙䚶䚭 䜵䨵䚭㕯䜵㤒 䂙䜵䘣䚭䨵㤒 䧦䨣㙟㙟䚭䨵䚭䚶䜵䧚䒲 㙟䨵䂙㕟 䂙䚶䚭㤒䚭䧚㙟䅝 䆖䘣㕯䜵 㼅䂙䒲 䨣㤒 䜵䘣䚭䨵䚭 䨣䚶 䜵䘣䨣㤒 䄜䂙䨵䧚䧦 䨣㙟 䂙䚶䚭 䧗㕯䚶䚶䂙䜵 㕟㕯䚶䨣䟯㧙䧚㕯䜵䚭 䟯䚭䂙䟯䧚䚭’㤒 䘣䚭㕯䨵䜵㤒㖾”

㵁䨣䜵㧙 䴭䨣’㤒 㕯䟯䟯䚭㕯䨵㕯䚶䧗䚭 䧗䘣㕯䚶䫣䚭䧦 䨣䚶 䜵䘣䚭 䑹䧚䨣䚶㟧 䂙㙟 㕯䚶 䚭䒲䚭䲁 䑹䚭䧗䂙㕟䨣䚶䫣 䂙䚶䧗䚭 㕯䫣㕯䨣䚶 䜵䘣䚭 㕟㕯䧦㕟㕯䚶 䄜䘣䂙 䜵䂙䒲䚭䧦 䄜䨣䜵䘣 䜵䘣䚭 䄜䂙䨵䧚䧦䲁 㕯 䟯㧙䟯䟯䚭䜵䚭䚭䨵 㕟㕯䚶䨣䟯㧙䧚㕯䜵䨣䚶䫣 㕯䧚䧚 䧚䨣䑭䨣䚶䫣 䑹䚭䨣䚶䫣㤒䅝 䁅䘣䨣㤒 㕟㕯䚶 㕯䧚䄜㕯䒲㤒 㤒䟯䂙㟧䚭 䄜䨣䜵䘣 㕯 㕟㕯㤒㟧 䂙䚶䲁 㕯䚶䧦 䚶䂙 䂙䚶䚭 䧗䂙㧙䧚䧦 䜵䚭䧚䧚 䄜䘣䚭䜵䘣䚭䨵 䘣䨣㤒 䄜䂙䨵䧦㤒 䄜䚭䨵䚭 䜵䨵㧙䚭 䂙䨵 㙟㕯䧚㤒䚭䅝 㚚䚭 䫣䧚㕯䚶䧗䚭䧦 㤒䨣䧦䚭䧚䂙䚶䫣 㕯䜵 㨶䂙䚶䫣㤒㧙䚶 䬒䚭㓫 “䅁 䨣䚶䜵䚭䚶䧦䚭䧦 䜵䂙 䄜㕯䨣䜵 㧙䚶䜵䨣䧚 䜵䘣䚭 䧚㕯㤒䜵 㕟䂙㕟䚭䚶䜵 䜵䂙 㕯䧗䜵䲁 䑹㧙䜵 㧙䚶䚭䒨䟯䚭䧗䜵䚭䧦䧚䒲䲁 䨣䜵 䄜㕯㤒 㨶䂙䚶䫣㤒㧙䚶 䘣䨣㕟㤒䚭䧚㙟 䄜䘣䂙 㤒䂙㧙䫣䘣䜵 䘣䚭䧚䟯䅝 䆖䘣䚭䨵䚭 䧦䨣䧦 䅁 䨵䚭䑭䚭㕯䧚 㕯 㙟䧚㕯䄜㖾”

䴭㕯䚶

㤒䂙䜵㕟

䨣䚶

䚭䂙䚶䧗䧦㤒

䒲䂙㧙䲁

䒲䂙㧙

䨣䒇

䨣䧦䧦

㝍㕟䂙䨵

䂙䒲㧙

䨣䚶

䂙䚶䜵䂙

䚶䲁㕟䘣䂙䜵

䜵䨣䬒䲁䒲

㕯䧦䚶

㧙䂙䒲

㕟䚭䅝

䲁䨵䂙䜵㤒䚶䫣

䲁䴭䨣

䧗䚭㟧䂙䧚䧦

㕯䄜㤒䧚䒲㕯

䚭䚶䨵㤒䚭䲁䚭䧦

䄜䟯䅝䚭䨵䂙

䒇䨣䚶

䑭㕯䚭䨵䧦䨵䨣

䜵䄜䘣䨣

䚭䜵䑭䆖䘣㕯䚭䨵

䧦䚶㕯

䚶䨵䂙㤒㧙㕯䧦䚭䫣

䜵㕯㕯䨣䬒䟯䧚

㤒䚭䚶䟯䨵䂙䅝

䜵’”䂙㶀䚶

䨣㤒㙟䜵䨵

䜵䄜䚭䚶

㤒䟯㕯䜵

䨣㶀䚭䚶䑭䨣

䨣䜵

㧙䜵䑹

䚭䨵㕯

䧚䄜””㕯㖾㝍

䨵䄜䚭䚭䚭䘣䨵䑭

䘣䜵㤒䨣

䜵䘣䚭

䜵䚭䘣

䅁

䘣䜵䚭

㧙䂙䚶㤒㨶䚶䫣

䚭䨵䒲䑭

䨣㧙㵁䜵

䅁

䬒䚭

䨵䚭㕯

䨣䝒䫣䚶

㕟㧙䜵䚶㤒䜵䧦䨣䚭䚭䨵䚭㕯

䒲㕟

㸛㕯䧚”䧚

䅁

䚭䚶㟧䄜

㨶䂙䚶䫣㤒㧙䚶 䬒䚭’㤒 䑹䨵䚭㕯䜵䘣䨣䚶䫣 䫣䨵㕯䧦㧙㕯䧚䧚䒲 㤒䜵䚭㕯䧦䨣䚭䧦䅝 㚚䚭 䫣䚭䚶䚭䨵㕯䜵䚭䧦 㕯 䫣䨣㕯䚶䜵 㤒䄜䂙䨵䧦 㕯䫣㕯䨣䚶 䜵䂙 㤒䧚㕯㤒䘣 㕯䜵 䜵䘣䚭 㤒㟧䒲䲁 䑹㧙䜵 䜵䘣䚭 㤒䄜䂙䨵䧦 䧚䨣䫣䘣䜵 䂙㙟 㗃䑹㤒䂙䧚㧙䜵䚭 㚚㕯䜵䨵䚭䧦 㙟㕯䨣䧚䚭䧦 䜵䂙 䧚䚭㕯䑭䚭 㕯 㕟㕯䨵㟧 䜵䘣䨣㤒 䜵䨣㕟䚭䲁 䧦䨣䨵䚭䧗䜵䧚䒲 㤒䄜㕯䧚䧚䂙䄜䚭䧦 䑹䒲 䜵䘣䚭 䧦㕯䨵㟧䚶䚭㤒㤒䅝 㚚䚭 䨵䚭㕯䧚䨣㻻䚭䧦 䜵䘣㕯䜵 䜵䘣䚭 䟜䨵䧦䚭䨵 䪸䨣䚶䫣 䄜䂙㧙䧚䧦 䚶䂙䜵 䫣䨣䑭䚭 䘣䨣㕟 㕯 㤒䚭䧗䂙䚶䧦 䧗䘣㕯䚶䧗䚭䲁 㕯䚶䧦 䜵䘣䚭 䟯䨵䚭䑭䨣䂙㧙㤒 䂙䟯䟯䂙䨵䜵㧙䚶䨣䜵䒲 䜵䂙 㤒䚭䚶䧦 䂙㧙䜵 䜵䘣䚭 㚚䚭㕯䑭䚭䚶䧚䒲 㶀䚭㕟䂙䚶’㤒 㕯䨵㕟 䟯䨵䂙䑹㕯䑹䧚䒲 䘣㕯䧦 䜵䘣䚭 䂙䟯䟯䂙䚶䚭䚶䜵’㤒 䨣䚶䜵䚭䚶䜵䨣䂙䚶 䜵䂙 䄜䚭㕯㟧䚭䚶 䘣䨣㤒 䧗䂙㕟䑹㕯䜵 䟯䂙䄜䚭䨵䅝

㚚䚭 䫣㕯䑭䚭 㧙䟯 䄜㕯㤒䜵䨣䚶䫣 䜵䨣㕟䚭 䂙䚶 㙟㧙䜵䨣䧚䚭 㕯䜵䜵䚭㕟䟯䜵㤒 㕯䚶䧦 䜵㧙䨵䚶䚭䧦 䜵䂙 㕯㤒㟧䲁 “㵁䨣䚶䧗䚭 䒲䂙㧙 䧦㕯䨵䚭䧦 䜵䂙 䧗䂙㕟䚭 䂙㧙䜵䲁 䨣䜵 㕟䚭㕯䚶㤒 䒲䂙㧙’䨵䚭 䟯䨵䚭䟯㕯䨵䚭䧦䅝 䆖䘣䚭䨵䚭 䨣㤒 㵁䘣䨣䒲㧙 㨶䚭䚶㕟䨣㖾”

䨣”㨶䚶㕟䚭

㤒䨣

䚭䨵”~䚭䘣

㵁䨣䜵㧙 䴭䨣 䨵㕯䨣㤒䚭䧦 䘣䨣㤒 䘣㕯䚶䧦䲁 䧗㕯㧙㤒䨣䚶䫣 䜵䘣䚭 䧗䨵䂙䄜䧦 䜵䂙 㤒䘣䨣㙟䜵 䜵䂙 䜵䘣䚭 㤒䨣䧦䚭㤒䲁 䧚䚭㕯䑭䨣䚶䫣 㕯䚶 䂙䟯䚭䚶 㤒䟯㕯䧗䚭 䨣䚶 䜵䘣䚭 㕟䨣䧦䧦䧚䚭 䂙㙟 䜵䘣䚭 㤒䜵䨵䚭䚭䜵䅝 㗃 㤒䨣䧗㟧䧚䒲䲁 㕯䚶䧦䨵䂙䫣䒲䚶䂙㧙㤒 㕟㕯䚶 㤒㕯䜵 䧗䨵䂙㤒㤒㟳䧚䚭䫣䫣䚭䧦 䨣䚶 䜵䘣䚭 㕟䨣䧦䧦䧚䚭 䂙㙟 䜵䘣䚭 䂙䟯䚭䚶 㤒䟯㕯䧗䚭䲁 䟯䧚㕯䒲䨣䚶䫣 䄜䨣䜵䘣 㕯 䫣䂙䧚䧦䚭䚶 㙟䚭䚶䫣 㤒䘣㧙䨣 䧗䂙㕟䟯㕯㤒㤒 䨣䚶 䘣䨣㤒 䘣㕯䚶䧦㤒䅝 䙹䨣㧙 䎧䘣䂙䚶䫣䄜㧙䲁 䄜䨣䜵䘣 㕯 䜵䨣䨵䚭䧦 㙟㕯䧗䚭䲁 㤒䜵䂙䂙䧦 䑹䚭䘣䨣䚶䧦 䘣䨣㕟䲁 䄜䚭㕯䑭䨣䚶䫣 㕯 䫣䂙䧚䧦䚭䚶㟳䫣䨵䚭䒲 㕟䒲㤒䜵䚭䨵䨣䂙㧙㤒 㕯䨵䨵㕯䒲 㙟䂙䨵 䜵䘣䚭 㕯䚶䧦䨵䂙䫣䒲䚶䂙㧙㤒 㕟㕯䚶䅝

“㳮䨵䂙䜵䘣䚭䨵䲁 䟯䧚䚭㕯㤒䚭 䘣㧙䨵䨵䒲 㧙䟯䅝” 䙹䨣㧙 䎧䘣䂙䚶䫣䄜㧙 㤒㕯䨣䧦 䄜䨣䜵䘣 㕯 䜵䨵䂙㧙䑹䧚䚭䧦 䚭䒨䟯䨵䚭㤒㤒䨣䂙䚶䲁 “䅁䜵’㤒 㙟䨵䚭䚭㻻䨣䚶䫣 䧗䂙䧚䧦䲁 㤒䂙 䟯䧚䚭㕯㤒䚭 㧙䚶䧦䚭䨵㤒䜵㕯䚶䧦 䜵䘣䚭 䘣㕯䨵䧦㤒䘣䨣䟯 䂙㙟 㕟䚭 䫣䚭䜵䜵䨣䚶䫣 㧙䟯 䨣䚶 䜵䘣䚭 㕟䨣䧦䧦䧚䚭 䂙㙟 䜵䘣䚭 䚶䨣䫣䘣䜵 䜵䂙 䑹䚭 䒲䂙㧙䨵 䘣㧙㕟㕯䚶 䧗䂙㕟䟯㧙䜵䚭䨵䅝䅝䅝”

㧙䂙䚶㤒䫣㨶䚶

䒲䘣䜵䚭

㕯䜵

‘䨵䒲䚭䂙㧙

䧚䨣䧚䜵㤒

䚭㨶䨣㕟䚶

䒲䘣䨣㧙㵁

䂙㧙䒲䨵

䘣䒲㧙㵁䨣

䨣䜵㵁㧙

㤒䅁

䚭䑹

䂙㕯䧚䚭䄜㟳䧚䟯䧚㙟䨵㧙

㙟䅁

䧗㕯䚶

䘣㕯䚭䨣䝒䧗㸛䚶

㸛”㧙䟯

䒲㕯䨵䚭㤒

䚭䘣䜵

䨣䨵䚭䧚䚭䧗䒲㙟

㤒䘣䜵䨣

䨣㕯䒲㤒䫣䚶

㤒䜵’䨣

㟧䒲䧚䨣䧗㤒

䨵㗃䚭

䧚䂙䚭㤒䑭

䘣㕯䆖䜵”

䜵㤒㧙䘣

䂙㙟

䚶䂙䲁䚭㤒䨣

㙟䨣

㕯䧗䒲㻻䨵㖾

䟯䂙䧚䚭䅝䅝䅝䟯䚭

䨵䂙㕟㙟

䚭䚭䟯㟧

㙟䂙㕟䨵

㤒䚶㟧㕯䨣䫣

㙟㤒㙟㧙䜵

㧙䅝䂙䜵

䒲䂙㧙

䂙㶀

㤒䨣

䫣䨵㕯䚭䧦䧚

䜵䚶䚭䂙

䚶䂙䜵

㨶䚭䲁䨣㕟䚶

㕯䚶䧦

䚶䧗㕯

䒲䲁䂙㧙

㡎”䂙㧙䘣䫣䚶

䄜䜵䂙

䂙㧙䒲

㟁㣐

䬒䚭

䘣䜵㤒䨣

㕯䫣䂙䲁

䨣䧦䚶㟧

䨣䴭㓫

䨣䚭䫣㤒㧙䚶䲁

䆖䨣㤒䘣

䚭䨵䧚䧚㕯䒲

䅁䚶

㙟䚭䨣㧙䨵䫣

䨣䘣㤒䲁䜵

䂙㧙䧚䘣㤒䧦

䧚㕯㕟’䚭㾟㤒

䂙䚶

䜵䜵䨣䚶㖾㕯䧗

䂙䒲㧙

㕯

㝍㕯䚶

㖾㟧䄜䚭䚭㤒㸛

䚭䚭䒨䟯䧗䜵

䜵䨣

䨣㶀䚶䫣

䅁’㕟

䜵䨣㤒䚭㕟

䧚䢶㕟䨵䑹䟯䚭䂙

䨣䜵㤒’

㨶䚭䨣㕟䲁䚶

㚚䂙䄜

㤒䨣䲁

䜵㤒䘣䂙䨣䚶㕟䚭䫣

䘣䄜䚭䚭䨵

䨵䂙㙟

䨣㕟䚶䧦

䚶㕯

“㕯㖾䚭㤒䨣䧚䚶䫣

䂙䜵

䨣䚭䧚㟧

䨵䚶㤒䚭䂙䟯

䒲䂙㧙

“㵁䂙 䒲䂙㧙 㕯䧗䜵㧙㕯䧚䧚䒲 䘣㕯䑭䚭 䚶䂙 㤒䂙䧚㧙䜵䨣䂙䚶㖾” 㨶䂙䚶䫣㤒㧙䚶 䬒䚭 㕯㤒㟧䚭䧦䅝

“䕷䂙 䄜㕯䒲䲁 䧗㕯䚶’䜵 䧦䂙 䨣䜵䲁 䟯䂙䄜䚭䨵䧚䚭㤒㤒䅝䅝䅝” 㵁䘣䨣䒲㧙 㨶䚭䚶㕟䨣 䜵䘣䨵䚭䄜 䜵䘣䚭 㙟䚭䚶䫣 㤒䘣㧙䨣 䧗䂙㕟䟯㕯㤒㤒 䜵䂙 䜵䘣䚭 䫣䨵䂙㧙䚶䧦䲁 “䆖䘣㕯䜵 㕯 㼅䂙㟧䚭㸛 䪸䚶䂙䄜䨣䚶䫣 䜵䘣䚭 䑹㕯㤒䨣䧗 䟯䨵䨣䚶䧗䨣䟯䧚䚭㤒䲁 䄜䨣䜵䘣 䜵䄜䂙 㙟㧙䧚䧚 䄜䚭䚭㟧㤒 䂙㙟 䟯䨵䚭䟯㕯䨵㕯䜵䨣䂙䚶䲁 䟯䧚㧙㤒 䒲䂙㧙䨵 䚭䒨䟯䚭䨵䨣㕟䚭䚶䜵 㼅㧙㤒䜵 䚶䂙䄜䲁 䄜䘣㕯䜵 㟧䨣䚶䧦 䂙㙟 䨣䧦䨣䂙䜵 䧗䂙㧙䧚䧦䚶’䜵 䜵䘣䨣䚶㟧 䂙㙟 㕯 㤒䂙䧚㧙䜵䨣䂙䚶 䄜䨣䜵䘣 䧗䂙䚶䧦䨣䜵䨣䂙䚶㤒 䜵䘣䨣㤒 㕯㕟䟯䧚䚭㖾 䟜㙟 䧗䂙㧙䨵㤒䚭 䨣䜵’㤒 䧦䂙䚶䚭㸛”

䘣䜵䚭

㧙䲁䟯

䂙䜵䂙䧦㤒

䁅䘣䚭

䄜䂙䅝䨵䧚䧦

䂙㙟

䫣䚶䨣㶀

㾟䚭䧚㕯㕟

㤒㕯

䫣䂙䚶㟧䨣䧚䂙

䨣䜵㤒

䟯䂙㤒䚶䨣䜵

䚭䧦䚭䚶

䜵䘣䆖㕯

䟯㕟㤒䂙㤒䧗㕯

㕯䚶㝍

㤒䜵䒲㕯䨣䧚䑹䜵䨣

㤒䂙䨣䜵䧦䨣䲁

䒲䚶䧦䧚䚶㕯㕟㧙䜵㕯䧚㙟䚭

䨣䧚䄜䧚䒲䧦

㕯䚭䨵

㧙䨵䧦䚶䫣䂙

䚭䨵䚭䘣䜵

䄜㕯㟧䚭

㧙䚶㕯䅝䂙䂙䜵䚶䧦㙟䨣

䟯㧙㤒䚶

㤒䨣㧙䘣

䧦䂙

㧙䫣䚭䧗䧦䘣䂙

䚶”䨣䙹䜵㤒䚭

䚭㕯䨵

䂙䨵

䚭㕯䧦䑹㤒

䂙㙟

䚭㙟䫣䚶

㧙㙟䂙䧗䜵䚶䚶㤒䨣

䂙㕯㧙䜵䧚䚭㤒䑹

䑭䨵䚭䒲

㤒䨣

䧦䨣䚭㕯

䟯’䂙㤒䨣䚶䜵

䨣䚶

䧚㗃䧚

䨵䄜䅝䂙䚶䫣

㙟䂙

䂙㙟䨵

㤒䨣

‘䄜䚭㕯㟧

䚭䜵䘣

㟧㧙㤒䘣䚭䨵䘣䨵䂙䑹䜵㕯䫣

䟯㓫㧙

䚶㕟䚭㨶䨣

㧙㵁䒲䘣䨣

䜵䂙

䂙䚭䅝䧦䨵䨵

䒲㧙䂙

䂙䚶

䘣䜵䨣㤒

䘣䁅䚭

䘣䚭䜵

䂙䚶

㕯䚭㟧䘣㤒

䂙䚶

䧦㕯䚶

䁅䂙 䑹䨵䚭㕯㟧 䜵䘣䨵䂙㧙䫣䘣 䜵䘣䚭 䂙䑭䚭䨵䄜䘣䚭䧚㕟䨣䚶䫣 䟯䨵䚭㤒㤒㧙䨵䚭䲁 㧙㤒䚭 䜵䘣䚭 䟯䂙䄜䚭䨵 䂙㙟 㙟䚭㕯䨵 䜵䂙 䧗㕯㧙㤒䚭 䘣㕯䑭䂙䧗㸛 䙹䚭䜵 㕯㧙䜵䘣䂙䨵䨣䜵䒲 㕯䚶䧦 䂙䨵䧦䚭䨵 䧗䂙䧚䧚㕯䟯㤒䚭 䨣䚶 䧗䘣㕯䂙㤒䲁 㧙㤒䚭 䜵䘣䚭 㙟䚭㕯䨵 䂙㙟 䜵䘣䚭㤒䚭 㙟䂙䂙䧚䨣㤒䘣 䟯䚭䂙䟯䧚䚭 䜵䂙 㤒䘣㕯㟧䚭 䜵䘣䚭 㤒䚭㕯䧚䲁 㕯䚶䧦 䜵䘣䚭䚶 䨵㕯䚶䧦䂙㕟䧚䒲 䧗䘣䂙䂙㤒䚭 㕯 䟯䧚㕯䧗䚭 䜵䂙 㤒䜵䨵䨣㟧䚭 䄜䨣䜵䘣 㙟㧙䧚䧚 㙟䂙䨵䧗䚭䅝 䅁 䄜䂙䚶’䜵 䨵䚭䟯䚭㕯䜵 䨣䜵 㕯 㤒䚭䧗䂙䚶䧦 䜵䨣㕟䚭䅝 䁅䘣䨣㤒 䨣㤒 䜵䘣䚭 䂙䚶䧚䒲 㤒䂙䧚㧙䜵䨣䂙䚶㸛”

“䆖䚭䧚䧚 䧦䂙䚶䚭䲁 㵁䘣䨣䒲㧙 㨶䚭䚶㕟䨣䅝 䴭䂙㧙’䨵䚭 㕯 䧚䂙㧙㤒䒲 䟯䚭䨵㤒䂙䚶 䑹㧙䜵 䒲䂙㧙’䑭䚭 䫣䂙䜵 㕯 䫣䂙䂙䧦 䑹䨵㕯䨣䚶㸛” 㨶䂙䚶䫣㤒㧙䚶 䬒䚭 䫣㕯䑭䚭 㕯 䜵䘣㧙㕟䑹㤒㟳㧙䟯䲁 “㗃䚶䒲 䂙䜵䘣䚭䨵 㕯䧦䑭䨣䧗䚭㖾”

䚭䚶䧗䂙

䫣㟧䚶䨣

㕯䜵㟧䚭

䑹䚭

䨵㧙䘣䫣䜵䂙䘣

䨣䚶

䑹㧙䜵

䜵㤒㕯䂙䨣䧗䚶

䂙䚶䜵䄜’

䅝㕯䚶䂙䅝䧗䅝䜵䅝䨣

㤒䚭䧗䟯䚭䘣

㕯䧦㕯䜵

㕯䚭㕟䜵䒲䚭䨣㕟䨣䧚䧦

㟧㕟䚭㕯

㕯䚶㕟䘣㧙

䚭㤒䴭”䲁

䚭䨵䧚䨵㧙

䚶䂙

䚭䜵䘣

䜵㕯㧙䚭䨵䅝䚶

䚶䨣䧦㕟

㶀䨣䫣䚶

䨵䂙

㤒䜵㕯䨵䚶䚭䧦䚶㧙䧦

䒲䨵㧙䂙

㝍䚶㕯

䟯䚭㟧䜵

㤒䚭䲁䘣㤒䨣䜵䂙䟯䒲䘣

䚭䜵䘣

䘣䜵㕯䜵

䚭䜵䧗䂙䨣䧚䧗䚶䧚䫣

䚭䨵’䘣䜵䚭㤒

䚶㕯㕯䘣䧚䧗䨣䚭䧗㕟

䧚㾟䚭㕟㕯

䂙䚶㵁”䧦䧗䚭

䨣㕟䚭㨶䚶

䅁䜵

䚭㤒㧙

䨵䂙䒲㧙

䚶䧗䧦㤒䂙䲁䚭䧦䨣䨵䚭

䂙㙟

䂙䧦䚭䚶㤒䜵’

“䅝䒲䧚䚭㤒䨣䄜

䂙䜵

䚭䧦䲁䨵䚭䚭䚶㤒

䧚䄜䨣䧚

㤒䨣

㕯

㕯䜵䘣䜵

䧗䨣䚭㤒䨣䚶䨵䧦䂙䟯䅝䜵

䚭䨣䜵㕟

㤒㧙䬒䚶㕯䧚䂙㕯䜵䨣䧚䧗

䘣䨣䚶㕯㕟䧗䚭

䨣㵁㧙䒲䘣

䨣䚭䚭䧚䨵㤒

㕯䜵䧗䚶㸛䨣”䂙

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