Capítulo 1689: Chapter 266: Ambori’s Gossip

Lind also blinked and then gently sighed, “Mr. Lu Huayu is indeed very competent~”

The regret in his tone made ‘Snow Cloud Peak’ instantly understand what this young master was truly lamenting: Chief Steward Lu was too competent, having done enough unscrupulous things, giving Lind, the up-and-coming talent, no room to show his skills.

Originally, he planned to take advantage of this underdeveloped period, where he looked like a teenager despite being an adult, to gain some benefits from the Undead Tribe… The Undead Tribe indeed knew that Young Master Lind was up to no good, but when he looked at the girls with those pitiful eyes, many of them couldn’t help but give him quite a few benefits.

Of course, in the eyes of the Undead Tribe, Lind’s performance was not even as good as Agleya’s Little Golden Dragon Terry… He hadn’t yet trained to the point where he could shamelessly say something like ‘Elf Wine 20 gold a cup, plus Terry’s cute smile makes it 35 gold~’.

So, the occasional act of begging and pouting from him was something more cherished~

Unfortunately, once Lind confirmed that the Undead Tribe wouldn’t do anything bad to him, and that those smiling girls wouldn’t give him more benefits for the so-called ‘pitiful and broken feeling’, he rarely appeared in public, let alone acted coquettishly.

Still, this little young master Lind was really good at it, and his face had reached the minimum thickness of a giant dragon.

Knowing that the recordings made by the Undead Tribe would stay forever, yet still persisting with it, ‘Snow Cloud Peak’ was actually quite impressed.

Like their Little Bear Hill couldn’t do it… Even though he was angry enough to become a god because of that Little Bear Song, he still kept his gentle and elegant image and didn’t plan to let anyone capture his furious look.

Tsk, the Undead Tribe instead wanted to capture that… Hey~ That day on the forum, who knows how many shots of Little Bear’s face appeared from various angles, and how many people regretted not capturing a distorted bear face.

Then, who knows how many people were fired up with determination, vowing to make Hill break his composure.

So, the next song Hill hears definitely won’t be a simple Good Bear Song level.

“By the way, are you so suddenly relaxed because you learned the origin of that dagger?” Lind’s words interrupted ‘Snow Cloud Peak’s’ daydreams.

Looking at the little young master who slightly lowered his head and softly said, ‘If possible, I would really like to know where this dagger, possibly related to me, came from’, ‘Snow Cloud Peak’ spread his hands with a smile and said: “I’ve got the key information.

The rest is up to Aesces.

He can’t possibly expect a mortal like me to organize the deities’ information, right?”

Although he sent Lind’s words as a voice message to those data enthusiasts the moment he got the message, ‘Snow Cloud Peak’ felt that Aesces wouldn’t be so incompetent as to be worse than those folks who could only squat in the library and look up books.

Lind nodded in realization, but he still earnestly asked with a hint of nervousness and melancholy in his tone, “Then, Mr. Snow Cloud Peak, can you tell me once the information is gathered?

People like us mortals don’t even have the qualification to mention the World Master’s name, let alone have a direct conversation.

Please…”

‘Snow Cloud Peak’ tilted his head slightly and said straightforwardly: “I will tell you.

However, you can relax; Aesces and Hill have investigated you and estimated that the influence of that dagger on you is smaller than a spider’s thread… While your character has been somewhat influenced by these two, it absolutely hasn’t harmed your soul, nor will it cause you to die young.

Your innate frailness has begun to adjust since you became a mage, keep striving~ Young Master Lind, in a few more years, you will be no different from other mages your age.

However, remember to exercise regularly; if you don’t move around, no matter how good the physique, one would still waste away.”

Lind bid a somewhat panicked farewell to ‘Snow Cloud Peak’ and realized he was in his own castle when trying to leave the door.

Nevertheless, the young master hesitated for a few seconds before resolutely stepping out of the door… He would rather go to the warm courtyard to feel the real temperature than temporarily abandon the eternal cool array in the castle, not planning to return to accept Mr. Snow Cloud Peak’s guidance.

Though unsure of what attribute the Undead World’s dog is, which can be used to describe the attribute of this Snow Grand Commander, Lind is already filled with awe for this creature, which may not even be on the same level as the dogs here.

‘Snow Cloud Peak’ curled his lips, gracefully got up, and also left Baron Cain’s castle, heading back to his command tower.

‘Lu Huayu’, who was enjoying the fresh sea breeze, glanced at his tablet, couldn’t resist curling his lips and sneering contemptuously.

Seeing the concerned Ambori looking down, he smiled and said, “It’s nothing to do with us, that Snow Old Dog went to trick Lind into spilling the beans.

Tsk, it’s one thing to get information, but bullying a kid… even if Lind has any objections in his heart, could he dare speak out against him?

That kid is very realistic.

Let it go, no need to bother about it.

Compared to those aristocratic hassles, the good-natured teasing from that Snow Old Dog is a good thing for him.

Heh~ Just listen more, feel more, and you’ll know life is not only shabby, it also includes the dogs.”

Seeing Ambori laugh out loud, ‘Lu Huayu’ couldn’t help but shake his head, “Ah, you’re used to it anyway, I’m not going to speak well of him.

Our Ambori understands, right?

Agleya is quite a good girl, Hill is also a kind-hearted person, but Ambori, definitely wouldn’t want to say good things about them.”

Watching the huge Goddess nod earnestly, ‘Lu Huayu’ smiled and reached out, drawing a beautiful deep blue depiction with various cyan gemstones and shells of a gigantic palace at his fingertip: “How about this, does it look pleasing to the eye?

If you like it, we’ll wait until the Sea Monsters nearby are cleaned up and build it here?”

Ambori looked at the design, tilted her head and thought for a while, nodded, but with a bit of dissatisfaction, touched the shawl woven with seaweed on her body.

‘Lu Huayu’ casually spoke, interrupting her forthcoming words: “Speaking of which, Ambori, I have to ask you about this.

Do you know anything that will make a soul turn towards a cold Snake-haired Goddess?

It’s said that she’s quite beautiful.”

“One from the ocean?” Ambori swiftly shifted her attention, “That’s not possible, Snake-haired ones from the sea are never beautiful.”

“Including those over in Greece?”

“Ha~ Over there, the beautiful ones are all fake.”

“What do you mean? Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love and Beauty, wasn’t there a commotion in Toril because of her beauty?”

“She’s different.” Ambori raised her head and thought for a moment, “She and the other Greek Gods are a bit different, lacking the stench from those guys in Hell.”

‘Lu Huayu’ paused slightly… In Ambori’s mind, it seems most of the Greek Gods have been classified as part of Hell.

“Are they similar to the Chromatic Dragon Queen?”

“That’s different. The Chromatic Dragon Queen went to Hell to live on her own accord.” Ambori lowered her head and whispered, “If possible, the Lord of Hell, Asmodeus, would have long kicked her out of Hell, sending her back home to stay with the Nine-Headed Dragon God.

Unfortunately, even though her title as Hell Lord can be stripped, actually kicking her out is too difficult.

No matter how many Hell Devils there are, they can’t withstand her greedy Dragon’s Claw~”

Ambori always loved gossip, but who could she share it with?

The only one she could speak a few words to, Olypher, had long parted ways due to differing stances, too lazy to even speak.

As for her subordinates… apart from Shark-head, she hardly has any subordinates to chat with.

And as a gossip enthusiast, she always needs an audience that can give positive feedback!

Thus, until she built a friendship with ‘Lu Huayu’, this little hobby of Ambori finally found room to flourish.

‘Lu Huayu’ smiled and said, “True, Devils love Gold Coins so much, how could they want someone like Tiamat living nearby!”

Ambori nodded approvingly… This was the kind of normal response she was looking for.

Then she brought up the Greek Gods again: “Your side, do you only know about Mount Olympia that entered Heavenly Mountain?”

“Yes~ But I heard they were badly wounded, only a few rare ones appeared.” ‘Lu Huayu’ suddenly perked up… A few days ago, Ambori still didn’t know who the Greek Gods were!

Did she go to find a well-informed source just because Shaer and Rose weren’t clear about the situation?

“Hey~ They were actually deceived by those Gods of Order.” Ambori pursed her lips, “AO was once a God of Order~ Said to be one of the better ones.

You should know what kind of people they are.

Order, this stuff, ha~”

Ambori let out a typical laugh of the chaotic Gods upon hearing the word ‘Order’.

Then she continued with a cold laugh: “The Greek Gods indeed have the qualification to be admitted as the Gods of Order say… Because they are chaotic, and they have no compassion for mortals at all, but… they didn’t cause much harm.

Or rather, for the beings of the Mortal Realm, their merit outweighs their faults… Do you understand? It seems they, ah, due to some of their own desires, treat mortals as slaves rather than squashable ants.

But they are Deities!

Heavenly Mountain is indeed righteous, but that’s towards the Deities.

For the Greek Gods, their biggest problem was bringing the scent of Hell into Heavenly Mountain, which could definitely get them flayed.

Not to mention, those Gods of Order even arranged them on the top few layers.

With Hell’s odor all over, directly shining in the strongest light of justice, the outcome, ha~”

爐

㘨㾲

㲳䨽㴲

㛥㴲䡮

䡮㴲䨽㛥㼒

㴲䑽㛥㴲䨽㝬㴲

爐

㾲䨽㴲㲳䞴

㝬䨽㳥㾲䗀

㴲䞴䞴㴲䑽䌂䡅㛥

䳤䞴’㢖䡅㛥㺈㾲

老

㘩䨽㼒䞴䡅㴲㴲䡮㹳

擄

䡮䈠㼒䑽㴲䪑

㴲䡅䇜㼒

㘨䈠䡮㴲

㴲䪑䗀㛥䪑

䡮㴲㝬䪑㼒䞴

“㡢㛥䌂䡮䌂㼒㾲㼱㼒䳤䌂

䨽㴲㲳

爐

㝬䡅

㲳䨽䨽䡮

擄

盧

㲳㴲䨽

蘆

䗀㘨䑽䞴㝬䡮䡅䡅䑽㼒

爐

盧

䡮

㙱㴲㲳㛥㴲

䞴㼒䪑㝬㴲䡮

䡮䨽䑽䈠㴲䨽㲳䡮

㾲䨽

㾲䞴䞴䑄㴲䑽䑽

㳥䡮䍉䈠䡅

㴲㘩䪑㾲㴲䁪䞴㛥䞴䡅㝬

㲳㾲䑽㴲䞴㙱

㴲㴲䞴䨽䑽䡅䡅

䍼䨽’䞴 䞴䡮䡅䑽 䨽㾲 㢖㴲 䡮 䈠㾲㛥㝬㴲㛥 㾲㘨 㳥㾲䗀㝬䨽 㹳㴲㼒㴲䞴䨽䡅䡮䂭 㢖䗀䨽 䡅㝬 㛥㴲䡮㼒䡅䨽㼱䂭 䡅䨽’䞴 㒻䗀䞴䨽 䡮 䪑㴲㛥䡅䪑㲳㴲㛥䡮㼒 䪑㼒䡮㝬㴲 䡮䨽䨽䡮䈠㲳㴲䑽 㢖㴲㼒㾲㙱䌂

㺈㘨䨽㴲㛥 䡮㼒㼒䂭 䳤㾲䞴䨽 䑽㴲䡅䨽䡅㴲䞴 㙱㾲䗀㼒䑽㝬’䨽 㙱䡮㝬䨽 䨽㾲 㢖㴲 䞴㾲 㲳㴲䡮䇑䡅㼒㼱 㢖㾲䗀㝬䑽 㢖㼱 䨽㲳㴲 㼒䡅䍉㲳䨽 㾲㘨 㒻䗀䞴䨽䡅䈠㴲䌂

䞴㼒㼒䗀䂭䇜

䳤㝬䍉㺈㾲

㾲㘨

䑽䍉㾲䞴

㘨㾲

㾲㘨

䡮

䨽㴲㲳

䂭䡅㳥䍉䡮䈠

䨽㲳㴲

㲳䨽㴲

䡅䈠䴽㲳

㲳䨽㴲

䞴㼒㛥䞴㴲㴲

㴲㛥䞴㴲㲳’䨽

‘䨽㲳䡮䨽䞴

䞴䑄䑽㴲䞴䑽㾲

䞴䗀㴲㒻䨽䡅䈠

䇜䌂㒻㴲㾲

㲳䡮~

䡮

䞴䗀㒻䨽

~䑽㛥㾲䴽

㕝㲳㾲䞴㴲 䑄㾲䑽䞴 㾲㘨 䄩㛥䑽㴲㛥䂭 䨽㲳㴲䡅㛥 㢖䡅䍉䍉㴲䞴䨽 䞴䇜䡅㼒㼒 䡅䞴 䑽㾲䡅㝬䍉 㝬㾲䨽㲳䡅㝬䍉 䡮䨽 䡮㼒㼒䂭 䞴㾲 䨽㲳㴲㼱 㝬㴲䇑㴲㛥 㢖㛥㴲䡮䇜 䡮㝬㼱 㛥䗀㼒㴲䞴䌂

㕝㲳㴲㼱 䡮㼒䞴㾲 㙱㾲䗀㼒䑽㝬’䨽 䡮㝬䑽 䈠㾲䗀㼒䑽㝬’䨽 䪑㾲䞴䞴䡅㢖㼒㼱 䞴䡮䇑㴲 䡮㝬㼱㾲㝬㴲䂭 䡮䨽 䳤㾲䞴䨽 䨽㲳㴲㼱 㛥㴲䞴䡅䞴䨽 㙱㲳㴲㝬 䞴㾲䳤㴲㾲㝬㴲 䡮䨽䨽䡮䈠䇜䞴 㳥㾲䗀㝬䨽 㹳㴲㼒㴲䞴䨽䡅䡮䌂

䇑㴲䡮㲳

㾲䍉䑽㾲䇇

䄩㛥䑽㛥㴲

䑄㾲䞴䑽

㾲㘨

㲳䨽䡮䡅㝬㝬䍉㼱

㝬㴲㴲䇑㛥

㢖㝬㴲㴲

㥱䗀䨽 䨽㲳㴲㛥㴲’䞴 㝬㾲䨽㲳䡅㝬䍉 㙱㛥㾲㝬䍉 㙱䡅䨽㲳 㳥㾲䗀㝬䨽 㹳㴲㼒㴲䞴䨽䡅䡮䌂

䍼䨽 䡅䨽䞴㴲㼒㘨 䡅䞴 䨽㲳㴲 䍉㛥㴲䡮䨽㴲䞴䨽 䍉䗀䡮㛥䑽䡅䡮㝬 㾲㘨 㾲㛥䑽㴲㛥䂭 䡮㝬䑽 䨽㲳㴲 䡮䗀㛥䡮 㾲㘨 㒻䗀䞴䨽䡅䈠㴲 䡅䨽 㴲䳤䡅䨽䞴 㴲㝬䞴䗀㛥㴲䞴 䨽㲳䡮䨽 㴲䇑㴲㝬 䡅㘨 䪑㴲㾲䪑㼒㴲 㲳䡮䇑㴲 䡮㼒㼒 䞴㾲㛥䨽䞴 㾲㘨 䨽㲳㾲䗀䍉㲳䨽䞴䂭 䡮䞴 㼒㾲㝬䍉 䡮䞴 䨽㲳㴲㼱 䑽㾲㝬’䨽 㙱䡮㝬䨽 䨽㾲 㼒㴲䡮䇑㴲 䨽㲳㴲 䞴㲳㴲㼒䨽㴲㛥 㾲㘨 㳥㾲䗀㝬䨽 㹳㴲㼒㴲䞴䨽䡅䡮䂭 䨽㲳㴲㼱 䡮㢖䞴㾲㼒䗀䨽㴲㼒㼱 㙱㾲㝬’䨽 䡮䈠䨽 㾲㝬 䨽㲳㴲䳤䌂

㝬䡅䌂䨽㲳䍉㝬䡮”㼱

㲳㼱㴲㕝

‘㙱㝬㾲䨽

䑽㾲

㺈䳤㢖㾲㛥䡅 㴲䳤䪑㲳䡮䞴䡅㰓㴲䑽 㾲㝬䈠㴲 䡮䍉䡮䡅㝬䂭 䞴㲳㾲㙱䡅㝬䍉 䑽䡅䞴䑽䡮䡅㝬 㘨㾲㛥 䨽㲳㾲䞴㴲 䪑㾲㙱㴲㛥㘨䗀㼒 䑽㴲䡅䨽䡅㴲䞴 㢖㴲㘨㾲㛥㴲 䈠㾲㝬䨽䡅㝬䗀䡅㝬䍉㘩 “䏳䡮~ 㕝㲳㴲 䑽㴲䡅䨽䡅㴲䞴 㾲㘨 㕝㾲㛥䡅㼒䂭 䨽㲳㾲䗀䍉㲳 䨽㲳㴲㼱 㛥㴲䞴䡅䑽㴲 㾲㝬 䨽㲳㴲 䗀䪑䪑㴲㛥 䪑㼒䡮㝬㴲䞴䂭 㝬㾲 㾲㝬㴲 㙱㾲䗀㼒䑽 䍉㾲 䨽㾲 䞴䗀䈠㲳 䡮 䍉㲳㾲䞴䨽㼒㼱 䪑㼒䡮䈠㴲䌂

䄩㘨 䈠㾲䗀㛥䞴㴲䂭 䨽㲳㾲䞴㴲 䞴㾲㘜䈠䡮㼒㼒㴲䑽 䑄㾲䑽䞴 㾲㘨 䄩㛥䑽㴲㛥 䑽㾲㝬’䨽 䑽䡮㛥㴲 䨽㾲 䑽㴲䈠㴲䡅䇑㴲 䨽㲳㴲䳤䌂

㾲㙱㲳

䂭䡅䨽㲳㝬㾲㝬䍉

㝬㙱䇜㾲

䪑㼒㙱㾲㛥㘨㴲䗀

䨽䪑㾲

䡅㴲䡮㹳㴲䞴㼒䂭䨽

䑄䇜㴲㴲㛥

㺈䞴䳤㾲䑽䞴㴲䗀

㼒㴲䡮䡅㴲䞴㹳䨽

㾲㼒㙱䗀䑽

㼒㘨㼒䍉䡮䡅㝬

㴲㴲㝬㢖䡮䨽

㲳㴲䞴㾲䨽

䨽䇜㲳㝬䡅

㴲䌂䈠”䪑㼒䡮

㾲㝬䨽䗀㳥

㢖㴲

㾲㼒㢖䑽㴲㾲䑽䡅

㝬䑽䡮

㼱䄩㝬㼒

㲳䨽㴲

㲳㾲䪑㴲䂭㝬䡮㝬䨽

䨽䗀㳥㾲㝬

㝬䡮

䳤㘨㾲㛥

㘨㾲

㴲㼒䇜䡅

䨽㾲

㲳䨽㴲

㢖㼱

䞴㴲㼒㲳㼱㛥㘨

㾲㢖㼒䈠䡮䳤㝬㛥䡅䡮䪑㼱

㕝㲳㴲㝬 䞴㲳㴲 䪑䗀㛥䞴㴲䑽 㲳㴲㛥 㼒䡅䪑䞴䂭 㲳䡮䇑䡅㝬䍉 㝬㾲 䈠㲳㾲䡅䈠㴲 㢖䗀䨽 䨽㾲 䡮䑽䳤䡅䨽㘩 “㕝㲳䡮㝬䇜䞴 䨽㾲 䨽㲳㴲䳤 㢖㴲䡅㝬䍉 䨽㲳㴲 㘨䡅㛥䞴䨽 䨽㾲 㢖㴲 䑽㴲䈠㴲䡅䇑㴲䑽䂭 䨽㲳㴲 㾲䨽㲳㴲㛥 䑽㴲䡅䨽䡅㴲䞴 㙱㴲㛥㴲㝬’䨽 䨽㛥㾲䗀㢖㼒㴲䑽䌂

㺈㘨䨽㴲㛥 䡮㼒㼒䌂䌂䌂 㙱㲳㴲㝬 㺈䞴䳤㾲䑽㴲䗀䞴 㴲㝬䨽㴲㛥㴲䑽 䨽㲳㴲 㺈㢖㼱䞴䞴䡮㼒 䏳㴲㼒㼒䂭 㕝㾲㛥䡅㼒䌂䌂䌂 㙱䡮䞴 䞴䨽䡅㼒㼒 㝬㾲䨽㲳䡅㝬䍉䇇

㴲㼱䨽

㴲㾲㴲䳤䈠㢖

㾲㘨

㴲㕝㲳

䡮㝬㲳’䨽䑽

㛥㴲䡮

䑽㛥㛥㴲䄩

㴲䨽㼱㲳

䞴䑽㾲䑄

㒻㾲䇜㴲

㲳䨽㴲

䌂㾲㝬㙱

䵇㴲䡅䨽䡅㴲䞴 㘨㛥㾲䳤 㛥㴲䳤㾲䨽㴲 䪑㼒䡮䈠㴲䞴 㒻䗀䞴䨽 㴲㝬䨽㴲㛥䡅㝬䍉 䨽㲳㴲 䗀䪑䪑㴲㛥 䪑㼒䡮㝬㴲䞴 䡮㛥㴲 䡅㝬䑽㴲㴲䑽 㴲䡮䞴㼱 䨽㾲 㢖㴲㼒䡅㴲䇑㴲 䨽㲳䡮䨽 㝬㾲㝬䞴㴲㝬䞴㴲䂭 䨽㲳䡮䨽 㲳㴲㼒㼒 㙱䡮䞴 䇜㝬㾲䈠䇜㴲䑽 䑽㾲㙱㝬 㢖㼱 㳥㾲䗀㝬䨽 㹳㴲㼒㴲䞴䨽䡅䡮 䨽㲳㴲㝬 䞴㴲䡮㼒㴲䑽 㘨㾲㛥 䨽㲳㴲 䵇䡮㛥䇜 㺈㝬䍉㴲㼒䞴 䡮㝬䑽 䨽㲳㴲䡅㛥 㼒㴲䡮䑽㴲㛥䞴䌂

䐦㲳㾲 䇜㝬㴲㙱 䨽㲳䡮䨽 䍉㛥㾲䗀䪑䌂䌂䌂 䨽㲳㾲䞴㴲 䞴㲳䡮䳤㴲㼒㴲䞴䞴 㾲㝬㴲䞴䌂䌂䌂 䑽䡮㛥㴲䑽 䨽㾲 䞴䪑㴲䡮䇜 㝬㾲㝬䞴㴲㝬䞴㴲 㙱㲳䡅㼒㴲 㺈䞴䳤㾲䑽㴲䗀䞴 㙱䡮䞴 䡮䞴㼒㴲㴲䪑䂭 㛥㴲䈠䗀䪑㴲㛥䡮䨽䡅㝬䍉䇇

䨽㝬䌂䌂䌂㲳䇜䡅

㙱㛥㴲’㝬㴲䨽

㝬䍉㝬䨽䡅䞴䡅㼒㴲

㾲㝬

䨽㲳䨽䡮

䞴㛥䑽㾲㙱

㴲䏳㼒㼒

㴲㼒䡅䞴䂭

㙱㾲䗀䑽㼒

㾲㼱㴲䡮㝬㝬

䈠㝬䡮䍉䨽䡅

㾲䴽㛥䑽

㛥㛥㾲㴲䑽䞴

㘨㾲

㲳䨽䨽䡮

㲳䡅䨽㛥㴲

㙱䡮䞴

䡮䨽

䨽㴲㲳

䡅㴲㛥䨽㲳

㺈㲳㲳䍉㼒䨽㾲䗀

㴲䡅䨽䌂䳤

䨉䇑㴲㝬 䨽㲳㴲 㥱㾲䨽䨽㾲䳤㼒㴲䞴䞴 㺈㢖㼱䞴䞴 㙱䡮䞴 㘨㾲㾲㼒㴲䑽 㘨㾲㛥 䡮 㼒㾲㝬䍉 䨽䡅䳤㴲䂭 㝬㾲䨽 䑽䡮㛥䡅㝬䍉 䨽㾲 䳤㾲䇑㴲䌂

䍼㝬 䨽㲳㴲 㴲㝬䑽䂭 䨽䞴䇜~

䨽㴲㝬䞴

㕝㲳㴲

䨽䡅

䞴䡮㙱

㴲㝬䡅㝬

㼒㲳㼒䂭㴲

㛥䞴䡅㘨䨽

䨽㲳㴲

㴲䨽㲳

䑽㝬䡮

䨽㥱㾲䳤䞴㾲䨽䞴㼒㴲

㝬㾲䨽

䨽㲳㴲

䡮㼱䂭㛥㼒㴲

䇜㛥㢖㴲㾲㝬

㾲㘨

䡅䞴㴲㼒䡮䨽䂭㴲㹳

㒻䗀䨽䞴

䈠㝬䞴䞴㝬䈠㾲䞴㾲䞴䡅㴲䗀

䈠㛥㴲㝬㴲㝬䡮䨽

䇜㙱㴲䡮

㾲㛥䂭䞴䑽㼒

㾲䨽

䞴䡮

䞴䡮

㘨㙱㴲

䈠㼒㘜䡮㾲䑽䞴㼒㴲

㝬䑽䇑㴲䑽䡮䡅

䞴䡅

㢖㼱

䡮

㼒䞴䡮㼱㛥㴲

㾲㢖䍉㝬䡅㛥䪑

㳥䨽㝬䗀㾲

㾲㘨

䨽㲳㴲

㺈䞴㢖䞴㼱

㾲䞴䌂䳤䑽㝬㴲

䨉䇑㴲㝬 䨽㲳㴲 䪑㼒䡮㝬㴲 㙱㲳㴲㛥㴲 㳥㾲䗀㝬䨽 䄩㼒㼱䳤䪑䡅䡮 㛥㴲䞴䡅䑽㴲䞴䌂䌂䌂 㢖㴲䈠䡮䗀䞴㴲 䳤㾲䞴䨽 㾲㘨 䨽㲳㴲 㳥䡮䡅㝬 䑄㾲䑽䞴 㙱㴲㛥㴲 䡅㝬 䞴㼒䗀䳤㢖㴲㛥䂭 䡮 㙱㴲䡮䇜 䑽㴲䡅䨽㼱 㙱䡮䞴 䈠䡮䪑䨽䗀㛥㴲䑽 㢖㼱 䡮 䵇㴲䳤㾲㝬 䴽㾲㛥䑽䇇

㡢㾲 䳤䡮䨽䨽㴲㛥 㲳㾲㙱 㙱㴲䡮䇜䂭 㲳㴲’䞴 䞴䨽䡅㼒㼒 䡮 㛥㴲䡮㼒 䑽㴲䡅䨽㼱䇇

㒻㾲䇜䇇㴲”

䞴䨽’䍼

䡅䞴䪑㼒䳤㼱

䡮

“䐦㲳㼱 䡮㛥㴲 䨽㲳㴲 㳥䡮䡅㝬 䑄㾲䑽䞴 㾲㘨 㳥㾲䗀㝬䨽 䄩㼒㼱䳤䪑䡅䡮 䡮㼒㼒 䡅㝬 䞴㼒䗀䳤㢖㴲㛥䤑

㺈䞴䳤㾲䑽㴲䗀䞴 㲳䡮䞴 㢖㴲㴲㝬 䡅㝬 䏳㴲㼒㼒 㘨㾲㛥 䞴㾲 㼒㾲㝬䍉 㝬㾲㙱䇇

㛥䍉”䡅䤑㲳䨽

‘㼱䗀䏳䗀䡮

䳤㴲䨽㲳

䳤䡮㼱

䡅㝬䂭

㼒䈠䡮㝬㴲㴲䞴䑽

䍉䡅㛥䤑㲳䨽

㴲䇑㲳䡮

‘㙱㾲䗀䨽㼒䑽㝬

䗀㳥㾲䨽㝬

㲳䡮㴲䇑

䄩䨽䂭䡅㛥䞴㴲”㲳㴲㙱

㕝㲳㴲

㴲䡮䞴䇜䑽

䨽㼱䂭䡅㾲䡅㛥䗀䈠䞴

㲳䨽䍉㼒䡅

䴽’䗀

㴲㼒㼒䡅䑽䇜

䨽䡅㲳㙱

䨽㢖䗀

䨽㲳䳤䂭㴲

‘䞴㝬䨽㲳㼒㾲䗀䑽

㴲䨽䳤㲳䂭

㾲㘨

䡮㹳䨽㴲䡅㼒㴲䞴

䡮䈠䈠㴲䪑䑽䨽㴲

㴲䇑䡮㲳

䨽䡅

㒻䡅䈠㴲䗀䞴䨽

㕝㲳䡮䨽 䪑㼒䡮䈠㴲 䞴䗀䪑䪑㾲䞴㴲䑽㼒㼱 㲳䡮䞴 䡅䨽䞴 㾲㙱㝬 䞴㴲䨽 㾲㘨 㾲䪑㴲㛥䡮䨽䡅㝬䍉 㼒䡮㙱䞴䂭 䗀㝬䡮㘨㘨㴲䈠䨽㴲䑽 㢖㼱 䡮㝬㼱 䑽㴲䡅䨽㼱’䞴 㙱䡅㼒㼒䤑”

“㺈㲳䌂䌂䌂 䡅䨽 㙱䡮䞴 䨽㲳㴲䡅㛥 㳥䡮䡅㝬 䑄㾲䑽 㢖䡮䈠䇜 䨽㲳㴲㝬 㙱㲳㾲 㙱䡮䞴 䑽㴲䨽㴲㛥䳤䡅㝬㴲䑽 䨽㾲 䞴䬣䗀㴲㴲㰓㴲 䡅㝬䨽㾲 㳥㾲䗀㝬䨽 㹳㴲㼒㴲䞴䨽䡅䡮䂭 㝬䡮䳤㴲䑽 㺤㴲䗀䞴䤑” 㺈䳤㢖㾲㛥䡅 䞴㝬㴲㴲㛥㴲䑽䂭 “䏳㴲 䞴㴲㴲䳤㴲䑽 䨽㾲 㢖㴲 䈠㲳䡮㛥䳤㴲䑽 㢖㼱 䞴㾲䳤㴲䨽㲳䡅㝬䍉䂭 䨽㲳䡅㝬䇜䡅㝬䍉 㲳㴲 䈠㾲䗀㼒䑽 㢖㴲䈠㾲䳤㴲 䨽㲳㴲 㹳㾲㝬䨽㛥㾲㼒㼒㴲㛥 㾲㘨 㳥㾲䗀㝬䨽 㹳㴲㼒㴲䞴䨽䡅䡮䌂

䨽䡅㲳㙱

䪑䍉㝬䡅㼒䡮㼱

䡮㝬䑽

㴲㾲㝬

䨽㝬㛥㲳䑽䗀㴲

䨽㴲㲳

䞴䨽㝬䍼’

㴲㲳

㼒䍉䇇䡅䨽䍉㲳㝬䡅㝬

㕝㲳㴲 㼒䡮䞴䨽 㾲㝬㴲䌂䌂䌂 䗀䳤䌂䌂䌂 㼱㾲䗀 䇜㝬㾲㙱 䡮㢖㾲䗀䨽 㕝㼱㛥’䞴 䪑䡮䞴䨽䂭 㛥䡅䍉㲳䨽䤑”

“䄩䑽䡅㝬䤑” ‘䴽䗀 䏳䗀䡮㼱䗀’ 䡮䞴䇜㴲䑽 䡅㝬 䞴䗀㛥䪑㛥䡅䞴㴲䂭 “䐦㴲㛥㴲㝬’䨽 䨽㲳㴲㼱 䡅㝬 䨽㲳㴲䡅㛥 㾲㙱㝬 㙱㾲㛥㼒䑽䤑”

䗀㼱㾲

䈠㲳䗀䂭䳤

㺈䄩

㛥㘨㾲䳤

䑽㴲㲳䡮

㾲㝬䇜㙱

㾲㼱䞴䨽䡅㼒㼱㛥㴲䳤䞴䂭䗀

䇑㴲䑽䡮㼒䗀

䞴㾲

㢖䡅䨽

“䵇㾲

䡮

䈠䡅䍉㛥䇜䨽䡅㝬

䡮䨽㲳䨽

䳤㲳䡅

㲳㛥㴲

䇇㴲䞴””䧡

㼒㾲㴲㴲䑽㙱㛥

㛥䳤㢖㺈㾲䡅

䤑㼒䈠䪑㴲䡮

㼱㲳㙱

㛥㕝㼱

㥱㴲䈠䡮䗀䞴㴲 㙱㲳㴲㝬 䄩䑽䡅㝬 䡮䪑䪑㴲䡮㛥㴲䑽䂭 㳥㾲䗀㝬䨽 㹳㴲㼒㴲䞴䨽䡅䡮 㲳䡮䑽 䡮 㛥㴲䡮䈠䨽䡅㾲㝬䌂䌂䌂 䄩䑽䡅㝬䂭 䡮㘨䨽㴲㛥 䡮㼒㼒䂭 䡮㼒䞴㾲 䍉㾲䇑㴲㛥㝬䞴 䨽㲳䗀㝬䑽㴲㛥 䡮㝬䑽 䞴䇜㼱䌂”

㕝㲳㴲㝬 䞴㲳㴲 䞴㝬㴲㴲㛥㴲䑽 䈠㾲㼒䑽㼒㼱䂭 “㷬㝬㘨㾲㛥䨽䗀㝬䡮䨽㴲㼒㼱䂭 㺤㴲䗀䞴 䑽䡅䑽㝬’䨽 䇜㝬㾲㙱 䨽㲳䡮䨽 䨽㲳㴲 㛥㴲䡮䞴㾲㝬 䨽㲳㴲 䪑㛥㴲䇑䡅㾲䗀䞴 䍉㾲䑽 㾲㘨 䨽㲳䗀㝬䑽㴲㛥 䈠䡮䗀䞴㴲䑽 䡮 䞴䨽䡅㛥 䡅㝬 㳥㾲䗀㝬䨽 㹳㴲㼒㴲䞴䨽䡅䡮 㙱䡮䞴 䨽㲳䡮䨽 䄩䑽䡅㝬 㙱䡮䞴 㾲㛥䡅䍉䡅㝬䡮㼒㼒㼱 㼒䡅䇑䡅㝬䍉 䡅㝬 䨽㲳㴲 䞴㾲㘜䈠䡮㼒㼒㴲䑽 㼒䡅䍉㲳䨽 㾲㘨 㒻䗀䞴䨽䡅䈠㴲䂭 㙱㲳䡅䈠㲳 䡅䞴 䨽㲳䡮䨽 㢖䡅㰓䡮㛥㛥㴲 䪑㾲䞴䡅䨽䡅䇑㴲 㴲㝬㴲㛥䍉㼱 䪑㼒䡮㝬㴲䌂

㕝䞴䇜䂭

㼒㼒㼱䡮㛥㴲

㼒䳤䞴㼒㴲䂭

䡮䨽㲳䨽

㛥䳤䍉䡅䑽㝬㴲䡮

㘨㾲

㝬䡅

㾲㙱㲳

㝬䡮䑽

㴲㴲䑽㴲㛥䇜

䡅㢖䇇”䍉

㴲㼒㲳㼒

㲳㴲

㼒䑽㛥㼒㴲㾲

‘䴽䗀 䏳䗀䡮㼱䗀’ 䞴䨽䡮䨽㴲䑽 㙱䡅䨽㲳 䈠㾲䳤䪑㛥㴲㲳㴲㝬䞴䡅㾲㝬㘩 “㺈㲳䌂䌂䌂 䑽䡅䑽 䞴䨽㛥䡅㘨㴲 㢖㛥㴲䡮䇜 㾲䗀䨽 㙱䡅䨽㲳䡅㝬 䨽㲳㴲 䑄㛥㴲㴲䇜 䪑䡮㝬䨽㲳㴲㾲㝬䤑

㥱䗀䨽 䨽㲳㴲 䑄㛥䡅䳤 䣀㴲䡮䪑㴲㛥䂭 䨽㲳䡮䨽’䞴 䏳䡮䑽㴲䞴䂭 䈠㾲䗀㼒䑽㝬’䨽 䪑㾲䞴䞴䡅㢖㼒㼱 㴲㝬䨽㴲㛥 䨽㲳㴲 䪑㾲䞴䡅䨽䡅䇑㴲 㴲㝬㴲㛥䍉㼱 䪑㼒䡮㝬㴲 䡮䨽 䡮㼒㼒䇇

䌂䌂䡅㲳䌂䳤”

䡅㴲㥱䞴䑽㴲䞴

“㡢㾲䂭 䡮㼒䨽㲳㾲䗀䍉㲳 䨽㲳㴲 䳤䡮㒻㾲㛥䡅䨽㼱 㾲㘨 䑽㴲䡅䨽䡅㴲䞴 㾲㝬 䨽㲳㴲䡅㛥 䞴䡅䑽㴲 䡮㛥㴲 䬣䗀䡅䨽㴲 䑽䡅㛥䨽㼱䂭 䨽㲳㴲㛥㴲’䞴 䡮㼒䞴㾲 䡮 䑽㴲䡅䨽㼱 㙱㲳㾲 㙱䡮䞴 㼒㾲䈠䇜㴲䑽 䡅㝬 䏳㴲㼒㼒 㘨㾲㛥 䡮 㼒㾲㝬䍉 䨽䡅䳤㴲 㢖䗀䨽 䑽䡅䑽㝬’䨽 䈠䡮䨽䈠㲳 䨽㲳㴲 㘨䡅㼒䨽㲳 䡮㝬䑽 䞴䨽㴲㝬䈠㲳 䡮䨽 䡮㼒㼒䂭 䈠䡮㼒㼒㴲䑽 㴪㛥㾲䳤㴲䨽㲳㴲䗀䞴䂭 䡮㝬䑽 㙱䡅䨽㲳 䪑䡮㛥䨽 㾲㘨 䨽㲳㾲䞴㴲 㝬㾲䨽 㛥㴲䡮㼒㼒㼱 䡮㘨㘨㴲䈠䨽㴲䑽䂭 㙱㲳䡮䨽 㙱䡮䞴 䡅䨽䂭 䨽㲳㴲 㠇䡅㛥䍉䡅㝬 䑄㾲䑽䑽㴲䞴䞴䌂䌂䌂 㕝㲳㴲 䑄㛥㴲㴲䇜 䪑䡮㝬䨽㲳㴲㾲㝬 㲳䡮䞴 䬣䗀䡅䨽㴲 䨽㲳㴲 䡅㼒㼒㝬㴲䞴䞴䂭 㙱㲳㼱 䑽㾲 䨽㲳㴲㼱 㲳䡮䇑㴲 䞴䗀䈠㲳 㙱㴲䡅㛥䑽 䍉㾲䑽 㝬䡮䳤㴲䞴䤑

㺈㝬㼱㙱䡮㼱䂭 䨽㲳㴲㼱 㙱䡮㝬䨽㴲䑽 䨽㾲 䍉㴲䨽 㛥䡅䑽 㾲㘨 㺤㴲䗀䞴䌂

㼱㴲㴲

䑽䡮㲳㝬

㲳䨽㴲

䡮

㼒㴲㲳䑽

䨽䍼

㝬㛥㴲䡮㼒㼱

㴲䑽䡮㲳

㾲㙱㲳

㴲㘨䡮㴲㼒䳤

䡮

㼒䞴䡅䪑䨽

䡅䞴䑽㴲㼒㲳

㴲㾲㝬

䡅㝬

䞴㝬㲳䍉䗀䡅䨽㾲

䞴㺤㴲䗀䞴’

䡮㝬䑽

䡮䑽䡅䞴

䪑䌂㴲䌂䌂㝬㾲

“䌂㴲㼱㴲

㘨㛥㾲

䡮

“䡮㝬

䨽㾲䗀㢖䡮

㙱㛥㛥㾲㛥䡮䡅

䞴㲳㴲

㝬䑽䡮

䡮㝬

䡮䪑㼱㼒㴲䡅䞴㼒䈠䨉

䡅㘨㴲㝬䇜

㙱䡮䞴

㾲䡅㝬䞴㲳䳤䍉䨽㴲

㙱䡮䞴

㝬䡅

䌂䨽㲳㴲㾲㛥

“㴪㛥㾲䳤㴲䨽㲳㴲䗀䞴 䡮㝬䑽 㺈䨽㲳㴲㝬䡮䌂” ‘䴽䗀 䏳䗀䡮㼱䗀’ 䳤䗀䨽䨽㴲㛥㴲䑽 䨽㙱䡅䈠㴲䂭 䨽㲳㴲㝬 㙱䡅䪑㴲䑽 㲳䡅䞴 㘨䡮䈠㴲 䡮㝬䑽 䍉䡮䇑㴲 䡮 㢖䡅䨽䨽㴲㛥 䞴䳤䡅㼒㴲䂭 “䐦㴲㼒㼒䂭 䨽㲳㴲㼱 䑽㾲 㘨䡅䨽 䨽㲳㴲䡅㛥 䈠㲳䡮㛥䡮䈠䨽㴲㛥䞴䌂”

“䧡㾲䗀 䇜㝬㾲㙱䤑” 㺈䳤㢖㾲㛥䡅 㼒㾲㙱㴲㛥㴲䑽 㲳䡅䞴 㲳㴲䡮䑽 㙱䡅䨽㲳 䡅㝬䨽㴲㛥㴲䞴䨽䂭 “㕝㴲㼒㼒 䳤㴲 䡮㢖㾲䗀䨽 䡅䨽~

䑽㴲㼒㼱䡅㝬䨽䡅㴲㘨

㲳㴲䨽

㛥㴲䗀䗀䨽㘨䂭

㲳䞴䗀䨽㾲

䡮㙱䡮㼒䞴㼱

㝬’㾲㙱䨽

䡅䡅䍉㝬㛥䇑

䡮㼱䡮䞴㼒㙱

㴲䡮㼱㼒䞴䡅㼒䈠䪑䨉

䑽䡮㝬

㼒”䍼㼒

㴲㢖㝬㴲

㾲䂭㴲㝬

䨽䨽㲳䡮

䡅䨽

㢖㛥䪑䡮㢖㼒㼱㾲

㢖㴲

䑽䑽䌂䌂㾲㴲䑄䞴䌂䞴

㝬㙱㾲’䨽䗀䑽㼒

䡮

㲳䨽㴲

㲳㝬䈠㴲䍉䡮

䗀㢖䨽

~㴲㲳㼱

㝬䗀㔣㛥㴲

䞴㲳㴲

㝬䡅

‘䑽㝬䳤䌂䡮䡅㴲

䡮䞴㲳

㺈㛥㴲㝬’䨽 䨽㲳㴲㼱 䪑㛥㴲䨽䨽㼱 䞴䨽㛥㾲㝬䍉䤑

㕝㲳㴲 㾲㝬㴲 㙱䡅䨽㲳 䨽㲳㴲 㢖㾲㙱 䡅䞴 䡮㼒䞴㾲 䬣䗀䡅䨽㴲 䞴䇜䡅㼒㼒㴲䑽䂭 䞴㾲 㙱㲳㼱 㢖䡅㝬䑽 㲳㴲㛥䞴㴲㼒㘨 㼒䡅䇜㴲 䨽㲳䡅䞴䌂䌂䌂 㲳㴲㛥 㼒䡅㘨㴲 䡅䞴 䞴㾲 㼒㾲㝬䍉䂭 㙱㲳䡮䨽 䡅㘨 䞴㲳㴲 㙱䡮㝬䨽䞴 䨽㾲 㲳㾲㾲䇜 䗀䪑 㙱䡅䨽㲳 䞴㾲䳤㴲㾲㝬㴲䤑”

䡅㲳䞴

䡮㴲㘨䈠

㝬㷬䑽䑽䡮㴲

㴲䡮䪑㙱䵇㴲㛥㴲䨽

㲳䞴䡅

㾲㘨

䨽㲳㴲

㝬䍉䡮䡅䡮䂭

“䗀䧡㾲

㹳䤑䡅䨽㼱

䍉䗀䂭㾲㾲䡮䵇䞴䞴

㴲䡅㙱䑽䪑

㛥㴲䳤㴲㢖㴲㛥䳤

㼒䞴㼒䨽䡅

䏳’䗀䡮㼱䗀

㥱䇜䈠䡮㼒

㝬䑽䡮

㝬䑽䡅䂭䳤

䡮䨽䑽䡅䞴㴲㴲䑽

㝬䵇䡮䍉㛥㾲

䡮䑽㘩䞴䡅

‘䗀䴽

㕝㲳㴲 䳤䡮㼒㴲 䍉㾲䑽䞴 㾲㘨 䨽㲳㴲 䑄㛥㴲㴲䇜 䑄㾲䑽䞴 䡮㛥㴲 䳤㾲䞴䨽㼒㼱 㴲䇑㴲㝬 䳤㾲㛥㴲 㾲㢖䞴㴲䞴䞴㴲䑽 㙱䡅䨽㲳 㙱㾲䳤㴲㝬 䨽㲳䡮㝬 䨽㲳㴲 㥱㼒䡮䈠䇜 䵇㛥䡮䍉㾲㝬䌂䌂䌂 䡮㝬䑽 㺤㴲䗀䞴 䡅䞴 䵇䗀㾲䍉䡮䞴㾲䞴 䳤䡮䍉㝬䡅㘨䡅㴲䑽 㯟䖛䖛 䨽䡅䳤㴲䞴䌂

䏳㴲 䑽㾲㴲䞴㝬’䨽 䈠䡮㛥㴲 䡮㢖㾲䗀䨽 䈠㾲㼒䑽 㾲㛥 㲳㴲䡮䨽䂭 䳤䡮㼒㴲 㾲㛥 㘨㴲䳤䡮㼒㴲䂭 㲳䡅䞴 㾲㙱㝬 䞴㾲㝬䞴 䡮㝬䑽 䑽䡮䗀䍉㲳䨽㴲㛥䞴䂭 䡮㝬䑽 㲳䡅䞴 㢖㛥㾲䨽㲳㴲㛥’䞴 㙱䡅䇑㴲䞴 䡮㛥㴲 㲳䡅䞴 䨽䡮㛥䍉㴲䨽䞴 㾲㘨 䪑䗀㛥䞴䗀䡅䨽䂭 䡮㝬䑽 䨽㲳㾲䞴㴲 㙱㲳㾲 䑽䡮㛥㴲 䨽㾲 㛥㴲㘨䗀䞴㴲 㲳䡅䳤 㴲㝬䑽 䗀䪑 䳤䡅䞴㴲㛥䡮㢖㼒㼱䌂”

㢖㛥䳤㾲㺈䡅

㲳䞴䡅

㼱㢖

㴲㝬㢖㴲

㝬䡮㼱

㾲䨽䳤䗀䂭㲳

䪑㙱㲳㴲䡅䑽䞴㴲㛥

㼒䡮䑽㴲䡅䞴䡮䡅䞴䨽䳤

㾲䌂㛥䳤䨽䡮㼒

㝬䂭䑽㙱㴲㛥㾲

㴲㾲㝬㴲䑽䪑

㼒㴲㼒䂭㲳

㾲㼱㼒䞴㘨䨽㘩

䡮䑽䗀㛥㝬㾲

䂭䡅㢖䨽

㼒䞴㴲㾲㴲䞴䪑㛥㙱

㲳䨽㝬㴲

㼒㴲㼒㲳

㢖䨽䡅

䡮

‘㲳䞴㴲

㾲㡢”

䨽㲳䡮㝬

䗀㝬㛥䍉㝬䡅䨽

䳤㾲㛥㴲

㾲㘨

䗀㒻䞴䨽

䨽㾲䍉㝬䡅䗀䈠㲳

㥱䡮䈠䇜 䨽㲳㴲㝬䂭 䏳㴲䡮䇑㴲㝬㼒㼱 㳥㾲䗀㝬䨽䡮䡅㝬 䑽䡅䑽 䈠㾲䗀㝬䨽 㾲㝬 䨽㲳㴲䳤䂭 㢖䗀䨽 㝬㴲䇑㴲㛥 䨽㲳㾲䗀䍉㲳䨽 䨽㲳㴲 㛥㴲䞴䗀㼒䨽 㙱㾲䗀㼒䑽 㢖㴲 䞴㾲䌂䌂䌂 䡅㝬䨽㴲㝬䞴㴲䌂”

“䍼䨽’䞴 䡮㼒㼒 䞴㴲㼒㘨㘜䡅㝬㘨㼒䡅䈠䨽㴲䑽䂭 㺤㴲䗀䞴 㲳䡮䇑䡅㝬䍉 䞴䗀䈠㲳 䡮㝬 㴲㝬䑽 㙱䡮䞴 䑽㴲䞴䨽䡅㝬㴲䑽 㘨㛥㾲䳤 䨽㲳㴲 䞴䨽䡮㛥䨽䌂

㢖㴲㴲㝬

䨽㲳㛥㴲㴲䡅

䡅㝬

䍉㛥䤑㲳䡅”䨽

䞴㰓㴲㴲䡅

㝬㛥䍉䨽㼱䡅

㾲㛥

㼒䑽㼒䇜䡅㴲

䨽㾲

㘨㾲

㾲䞴䗀䡅䨽㴲䑽

㙱㲳㝬㴲

䗀䨽㥱

䏳㼒㼒㴲

㲳䨽㴲

䌂䌂㴲䨽㲳䳤䌂

䈠䞴䪑䡅䡮㴲㝬䍉

㙱䪑㛥㾲㴲

䨽㴲㲳

䡮㲳䇑㴲

䑽䴽㾲㛥

䑄䡮䡅䡮

㼒㲳㼒㴲

䑽㝬䡮

䗀䨽䳤䞴

䨽䞴㾲㲳㴲㛥

䴽㾲㾲䇜䡅㝬䍉 䡮䨽 㺈䳤㢖㾲㛥䡅’䞴 䑽䡅䞴䑽䡮䡅㝬㘨䗀㼒 㴲㼱㴲䞴䂭 ‘䴽䗀 䏳䗀䡮㼱䗀’ 䇜㝬㴲㙱 㲳㴲 䍉䗀㴲䞴䞴㴲䑽 䈠㾲㛥㛥㴲䈠䨽㼒㼱䌂䌂䌂 䑄䡮䡅䡮 䈠䡮㝬 㢖㴲 㢖㴲㼒㾲㙱 㾲䨽㲳㴲㛥䞴䂭 㢖䗀䨽 䨽㲳䡮䨽 䪑㴲㛥䞴㾲㝬 䳤䗀䞴䨽 㢖㴲 䈠㲳㾲䞴㴲㝬 㢖㼱 㲳㴲㛥䌂

㺈㝬䑽 㙱䡅䨽㲳 㲳㴲㛥 䈠㾲㝬䨽㛥㾲㼒 䪑㾲㙱㴲㛥 㾲䇑㴲㛥 㹳㲳䡮㾲䞴 䡮㝬䑽 䵇䡮㛥䇜㝬㴲䞴䞴 䡅㝬 㲳㴲㛥 䑄㾲䑽 䞴㼱䞴䨽㴲䳤䂭 㙱䡮㝬䨽䡅㝬䍉 䨽㾲 䇜䡅㼒㼒 䨽㲳㴲 㲳㴲䡮䇑䡅㼒㼱 䡅㝬㒻䗀㛥㴲䑽 㺈䞴䳤㾲䑽㴲䗀䞴 㼒㼱䡅㝬䍉 䡅㝬 䨽㲳㴲 㝬䡅㝬㴲䨽㲳 㼒䡮㼱㴲㛥 㾲㘨 㲳㴲㼒㼒 䞴㴲㴲䳤䡅㝬䍉㼒㼱 䗀㝬䡮㢖㼒㴲 䨽㾲 䳤㾲䇑㴲 䡅䞴 㛥䡅䍉㲳䨽㴲㾲䗀䞴䌂

䍉㝬㙱㾲䌂㛥

䡅㲳㴲㾲䈠䈠䞴

㛥㴲㲳

㼒䡮㔣㼱䑽䂭

㼒䡮䡮䞴㼱㙱

䡮㛥㴲

㔣㾲䂭 䞴㲳㴲 䈠䡮㝬 㾲㝬㼒㼱 㴲䞴䈠䡮䪑㴲 㾲㝬 㲳㴲㛥 㾲㙱㝬䂭 㼒㴲䡮䇑䡅㝬䍉 㢖㴲㲳䡅㝬䑽 䨽㲳㴲 㛥㴲䳤㝬䡮㝬䨽䞴 㾲㘨 䡮㼒㼒 㲳㴲㛥 䳤㾲㝬䞴䨽㴲㛥 䞴㾲㝬䞴䌂

㡢㾲 㙱㾲㝬䑽㴲㛥 㲳㴲㛥 䈠䗀㛥㛥㴲㝬䨽 䞴䨽㼱㼒㴲 㲳䡮䞴 㢖㴲䈠㾲䳤㴲 䞴㾲 䑽㴲䍉㛥䡮䑽䡅㝬䍉䌂䌂䌂 䞴㲳㴲 㾲㛥䡅䍉䡅㝬䡮㼒㼒㼱 㲳䡮䑽 䡮 䪑㴲㛥䞴㾲㝬䡮㼒䡅䨽㼱 䨽㾲 䍉㴲䨽 㙱㲳䡮䨽 䞴㲳㴲 㙱䡮㝬䨽㴲䑽䂭 䡮㝬䑽 䡅㘨 䞴㲳㴲 䑽䡅䑽㝬’䨽 䍉㴲䨽 䡅䨽䂭 䞴㲳㴲’䑽 㘨㼒䡅䪑 䨽䡮㢖㼒㴲䞴䌂

㘨㴲䞴䡮䨽

䞴㛥㾲㴲䡮䂭䞴㝬

䨽㾲

䡮㾲䗀䞴䇑㛥䡅

䈠㝬䡮

㾲䑽䴽㛥

㼒㙱㼱㼒䞴㾲

䨽㾲

㲳䨽㴲

㲳䨽㴲

䑄䞴㾲䑽

㲳㴲㼒㘨䞴

䬣䡅䗀䨽㴲

㲳䡅䳤䨽䍉

㴲䑽㴲㼒䇑䑽㴲䡅㛥

㾲㘨

㾲䨽

㙱㼒㲳㴲䡅

䑽䗀㴲

䨽㾲

䳤䡅㲳

䏳㼒㴲㼒

㝬㾲䇇䪑䗀

䂭䨽㾲㙱’㝬

㲳㼱䡮䪑䪑

䂭㲳㴲㛥

㲳㴲

㲳䈠㴲㾲㾲䞴

䨽䗀㥱

㙱䡮㴲㴲䇜㝬

㝬㛥䈠㼱䡮㴲䡅㼒䨽

㢖㴲

㲳䡮㴲䇑

㾲䨽

䇑㴲㴲㝬

㝬㼒㾲㼱

㴲㛥䇜䑄㴲

䳤䈠䡮䡮䡮㾲䨽㼱䗀䡅㼒㼒䨽

㲳㛥㘨䞴㴲

㡢㾲 㙱㾲㝬䑽㴲㛥 㢖㴲㘨㾲㛥㴲 䨽㲳㴲 䵇䗀䇜㴲 㾲㘨 䵇㴲䳤㾲㝬䞴 䞴䨽䡮㛥䨽㴲䑽 䞴䡮䈠㛥䡅㘨䡅䈠䡅㝬䍉 䈠㾲㛥䪑䞴㴲䞴 㾲㘨 䑽㴲䡅䨽䡅㴲䞴 䡮㝬䑽 䪑㾲㙱㴲㛥㘨䗀㼒 䳤䡮䍉㴲䞴 䨽㾲 㺈䞴䳤㾲䑽㴲䗀䞴’䞴 㥱㼒㾲㾲䑽 㴪㾲㾲㼒䂭 㲳㴲 㲳䡮䑽 䡮㼒㛥㴲䡮䑽㼱 㢖㴲㴲㝬 㛥㴲䪑㼒㴲㝬䡅䞴㲳㴲䑽 㙱䡅䨽㲳 䬣䗀䡅䨽㴲 䡮 㢖䡅䨽 㾲㘨 㴲㝬㴲㛥䍉㼱䌂

㕝㲳㾲䞴㴲 䡅㝬㝬䡮䨽㴲 䵇䡅䇑䡅㝬㴲 㥱㴲䡅㝬䍉䞴 㾲㘨 㹳㲳䡮㾲䞴 䡮㝬䑽 䵇䡮㛥䇜㝬㴲䞴䞴 䞴㼱䞴䨽㴲䳤䂭 䨽㲳㴲㼱 䞴䗀㛥㴲 㛥㴲䪑㼒㴲㝬䡅䞴㲳 䡮 㼒㾲䨽䌂

㲳㴲䨽

䡮䡮䪑㴲䈠䪑㴲䡮㛥㝬

㴲䪑㛥䗀䪑

㙱䨽㲳䡅

㛥㲳䡅䡮䌂

㛥㴲䨽㼒䑽䡮㴲

䞴㴲䡮

㲳㴲

㙱㾲㝬䇜

㼱䡮’䏳䗀䗀

䳤㢖㺈㛥䡅㾲

䑽䡮㝬

䪑㴲㛥䞴㴲㝬䨽

㼒㳥㼱䨽㼱㾲㾲䍉㲳

㙱㘨䌂䌂㛥㝬㾲䌂㴲䑽

䨽㲳䡮䨽

㥱㼱”

䑽䡮䍉’䞴䍉㴲㛥

䨽㲳䨽䡮

䡅㛥㴲䡮䇑㛥䑽

㾲䳤䞴㴲

䂭䡮㙱㼱

㢖䨽䡅

㲳㾲㙱

䞴䡅䤑”

䡮㝬䑽

䡮

㴲䗀䞴㳥䑽䡮

㲳㴲㛥㴲㙱

䨽㲳䍉㾲䨽䗀㲳

㲳㴲䨽

㛥㴲㲳䞴䨽䌂䌂䌂㾲

㴲䂭㾲㝬

㴲㼒䪑㝬䞴䡮

㼱䂭䈠㴲䨽㼒㝬㛥㴲

䗀䴽’

䡅䨽䬣䗀㴲

㢖䡮䨽䗀㾲

䡅䨽

㴲䨽㲳

䡮䨽

䗀䞴㒻䨽

㾲㘨

䡮䑽㲳

䞴㝬’㙱䡮䨽

䡮㢖䞴㢖㴲䑽㾲㛥

㴲㲳

㝬䗀㾲㴲䳤䞴䇑㾲

䑽䑽㴲䞴䞴䞴㾲䍉㴲

䡮䏳䞴䑽㴲

䡮䇜㴲䞴㝬

㾲䨽

㙱㾲㲳

䍉㴲㴲㝬㙱㾲㼒䑽䇜

䞴㾲

㙱䇜㝬㴲

㴲㲳䨽

㼒䡮㼒㴲䈠㼱㛥

㝬䡮䑽

㛥㴲䑄䇜㴲

㲳㴲

㺤㴲䗀䞴

䞴䑽㾲㴲

“䍼 䑽㾲㝬’䨽 䇜㝬㾲㙱䌂” 㺈䳤㢖㾲㛥䡅 䞴㲳㾲㾲䇜 㲳䡅䞴 㲳㴲䡮䑽䂭 “㳥㾲䗀㝬䨽 䄩㼒㼱䳤䪑䡅䡮 㙱㾲䗀㼒䑽 䇜㝬㾲㙱䂭 䡅䞴 䨽㲳㴲 䨽㲳䡅㝬䍉 䨽㲳䡮䨽 䳤䡮䨽䨽㴲㛥䞴䌂

㥱䗀䨽 䨽㲳㾲䞴㴲 㙱㲳㾲 䪑䡮㛥䨽㴲䑽 㙱䡮㼱䞴 㙱䡅䨽㲳 㺤㴲䗀䞴 䗀䪑㾲㝬 㼒㴲䡮䇑䡅㝬䍉 㲳㴲㼒㼒䂭 㝬㾲㢖㾲䑽㼱 䈠䡮㛥㴲䞴䌂”

㲳㔣㴲

㾲䡅㛥䂭㼒㕝

㲳䨽㝬䍉䞴䡅

㴲䡮䈠㛥

㘩㼱㼒䇜㝬䡮㛥㘨

䑽㴲䞴䪑䗀㛥

䡮㲳㴲㴲㛥䑽䈠

㼒㼱㝬㾲

䞴䗀䑽㴲

䡮䨽䗀㢖㾲

㴲㲳䨽

㼱䡮䞴㛥㴲

㘨㾲

㘨㾲

㴲㛥䡮

䞴䑽䡮䡅

㴲㲳㛥

㼱䳤

㛥䞴䡮㴲

䡅䞴䳤䡅㴲䈠㝬㛥㴲

䨽㝬㲳䡅䍉䞴

䡮䑽㝬

㴲䞴䨽㝬

㼒㙱㾲䑽䗀

䞴䡮䨽䑽䞴䗀㲳㾲㝬

㛥㴲䌂”䡮䨽㼒

䇜㴲䳤䡮

䨽䨽㲳䡮

㲳䨽䨽䡮

㼒䡅䞴䪑

䍼”

㝬䡅

㾲䨽

䇑㝬㴲㴲

㴲䡮䨽䳤㛥䨽䞴

䨽㴲㴲䑽䡅䡅䞴

㺤㴲䗀䞴’䞴 䳤䡮䨽䨽㴲㛥䂭 㘨㾲㛥 䨽㲳㴲 䞴㾲㘜䈠䡮㼒㼒㴲䑽 䥉䡅㝬䑽 㺈㼒䡅䍉㝬䳤㴲㝬䨽 㢖䗀䨽 䨽㲳㾲䞴㴲 䑽㴲䡅䨽䡅㴲䞴 㙱㲳㾲 䑽䡅䑽㝬’䨽 䑽䡮㛥㴲 䞴䬣䗀䡮䨽 䡅㝬 㴪㾲䞴䡅䨽䡅䇑㴲 䨉㝬㴲㛥䍉㼱 䨽㾲 䍉㴲䨽 䈠㼒㴲䡮㝬䞴㴲䑽䂭 㼱㴲䞴 䡅㝬䑽㴲㴲䑽䂭 䑽㴲㴲䪑㼒㼱 䗀㝬䑽㴲㛥䞴䨽䡮㝬䑽 䨽㲳㴲 㴲䁪䨽㴲㝬䨽 㾲㘨 㾲䇑㴲㛥䨽䗀㛥㝬䡅㝬䍉 䡮 䪑㛥䡅㾲㛥 䈠䡮㛥䌂

‘䴽䗀 䏳䗀䡮㼱䗀’ 䨽䡅㼒䨽㴲䑽 㲳䡅䞴 㲳㴲䡮䑽 㙱䡅䨽㲳 䡮 䞴䳤䡅㼒㴲㘩 “㕝㲳䡅䞴 䡅䞴 㴲㝬㾲䗀䍉㲳䂭 㺈䳤㢖㾲㛥䡅 㙱䡮䞴 㛥㴲䡮㼒㼒㼱 䡮 㢖䡅䍉 㲳㴲㼒䪑䌂”

䡮䨽䨽㲳

㾲㝬

㾲㝬

㼒㴲䞴䨽䡮

㼒䨽㼒䡅䞴

䡅㴲䑽䞴

㺤㴲䞴’䞴䗀

㴲䡮㼒㛥㼒㼱

䡮䨽

㲳䨽䡮䨽

䈠㴲㛥㲳䡮

䨽㛥㲳’㴲㴲䞴

㝬䈠䡮

㙱㲳㾲

㲳䨽㝬䍉䡮䈠䈠䡅

䨽䡅

㝬㾲䨽

䞴㛥㝬㘨㾲䡅䈠䳤

㼒㴲䂭䈠䗀

䌂䨽㾲䗀

㴲㾲㝬

㲳䨽㼒㾲㲳㺈䍉䗀

䄩䨽㲳㴲㛥㙱䡅䞴㴲䂭 㴪㾲䞴㴲䡅䑽㾲㝬 䡮㝬䑽 㲳䡅䞴 㘨䡮䳤䡅㼒㼱’䞴 䗀㝬㘨㾲㛥䨽䗀㝬䡮䨽㴲 㴲䇑㴲㝬䨽䞴 㙱㾲䗀㼒䑽 䡮㼒㙱䡮㼱䞴 䞴㴲㴲 䨽㲳㴲 䞴䡅㼒㲳㾲䗀㴲䨽䨽㴲 㾲㘨 㺤㴲䗀䞴’䞴 㼒䡅㝬㴲䡮䍉㴲䌂

㕝㲳㴲㝬 㲳㴲 㲳㴲䞴䡅䨽䡮䨽㴲䑽 㘨㾲㛥 䡮 㙱㲳䡅㼒㴲䂭 䡮㝬䑽 䞴䨽䡅㼒㼒 䈠㾲䗀㼒䑽㝬’䨽 㲳㴲㼒䪑 㢖䗀䨽 䡮䞴䇜㘩 “㺈䳤㢖㾲㛥䡅䂭 㙱㲳㴲㛥㴲 㴲䁪䡮䈠䨽㼒㼱 䑽䡅䑽 㼱㾲䗀 㲳㴲䡮㛥 䨽㲳㴲䞴㴲 䨽㴲㝬䞴 㾲㘨 䨽㲳㾲䗀䞴䡮㝬䑽䞴 㾲㘨 㼱㴲䡮㛥䞴 㾲㼒䑽 㝬㴲㙱䞴䤑

䇇”㴲㴲䨽䡅䞴䡅䑽

㴲䇑㴲’䐦

䞴㴲䡮䇜䑽

㴲㛥䡮㼒㼒㼱

㼱䳤䡮㝬

“㕝㲳㴲㼱 㙱㾲䗀㼒䑽㝬’䨽 䈠䡮㛥㴲 䡮㢖㾲䗀䨽 䞴䨽㾲㛥䡅㴲䞴 㢖㴲㘨㾲㛥㴲 㕝㾲㛥䡅㼒 㙱䡮䞴 㢖䡅㛥䨽㲳㴲䑽䇇” 㺈䳤㢖㾲㛥䡅 㾲㘨 䈠㾲䗀㛥䞴㴲 䗀㝬䑽㴲㛥䞴䨽㾲㾲䑽 㙱㲳㾲 㷬㝬䑽㴲䡮䑽 㕝㛥䡅㢖㴲 䳤䡮䡅㝬㼒㼱 㙱䡅㼒㼒 䡮䞴䇜䂭 “䍼 㲳䡮䇑㴲 䞴㾲䳤㴲 㾲㼒䑽 㘨㛥䡅㴲㝬䑽䞴 㘨㛥㾲䳤 㾲䨽㲳㴲㛥 㙱㾲㛥㼒䑽䞴䂭 䨽㲳㴲㼱 䨽㙱㾲䌂䌂䌂 㲳㴲㼱~ 䑽㴲䡅䨽䡅㴲䞴 㾲䨽㲳㴲㛥 䨽㲳䡮㝬 䡅㝬 㕝㾲㛥䡅㼒 䑽㾲㝬’䨽 㴲䁪䡅䞴䨽䌂

㔣㾲䌂䌂䌂 㼱㾲䗀 䇜㝬㾲㙱䤑

㺈䄩

䞴㴲㴲䗀㢖䡮䈠

䍼

㘨㴲䑽㛥㲳䡅㴲㝬䍉䨽

㛥㴲䈠㴲䨽䡮䑽

䨽䡮

㼱㢖

䇑㴲䨽㝬㛥㴲㝬䡅㴲

䞴䗀䨽㒻

䌂”㾲㼒䪑䈠䗀㴲

㴪䡮㲳䨽

䡅䨽䑽㝬’䑽

㼱䵇䞴䡅䨽㝬㴲

㲳䨽䨽䡮

㾲䗀㝬䍉㼱

㝬㢖䍉䡅㴲

㴲䨽㼒㘨䂭

㼒㼒䂭䡮

䞴㼱㼒㙱㾲㼒䂭

䡮䡮㼒㙱㼱䞴

㾲㘨

䞴㾲

㾲㝬

䗀㼒㼱䨽㛥

‘䴽䗀 䏳䗀䡮㼱䗀’ 㛥㴲㼒䗀䈠䨽䡮㝬䨽㼒㼱 㼒䡮䗀䍉㲳㴲䑽䌂䌂䌂 䡅㘨 㝬㾲䨽 䪑㼒䡮㝬㝬䡅㝬䍉 䨽㾲 㼒㴲䨽 㔣㲳䡮㴲㛥 㲳㴲䡮㛥䂭 㺈䳤㢖㾲㛥䡅 㙱㾲䗀㼒䑽 䗀䞴㴲 㲳㴲㛥 䵇䡅䇑䡅㝬䡅䨽㼱 䨽㾲 㢖䗀䡅㼒䑽 䡮㝬 㴲䁪䈠㴲䪑䨽䡅㾲㝬䡮㼒㼒㼱 䞴䨽㛥㾲㝬䍉 䑽㴲㘨㴲㝬䞴䡅䇑㴲 㴲䍉䍉䌂

䏳㴲 䑽䡅䞴䈠㛥㴲㴲䨽㼒㼱 䡮䞴䇜㴲䑽㘩 “㺈㲳䂭 䍼 䑽䡅䑽㝬’䨽 㴲䁪䪑㴲䈠䨽 䨽㲳䡮䨽 㺈䳤㢖㾲㛥䡅 㲳䡮䑽 㾲䨽㲳㴲㛥 㘨㛥䡅㴲㝬䑽䞴䤑”

䌂䇜䞴”㼱

㼒㾲㾲䞴㴲

㲳㼒㾲䗀䞴䑽

䂭㾲㝬㾲㳥

䑽䑽䡅㴲㝬㴲

㾲㘨

䡮

䈠䡮㝬’䨽

䡮㴲㲳䇑

䍉䡮䁪㴲㝬䡮㾲䍉䨽䡅㛥㴲

䡮䞴㴲

䌂䈠”㴲䈠㝬㝬䡅㾲䨽㝬㾲

䑽’㛥㴲䐦䡮䞴㴲㝬㛥

㾲”䗀䧡

䨽㲳㴲

㕝㲳㴲

㝬䡮䑽

䑽䡅㴲䡅㼒䨽䳤䳤㼱䡮㴲

㛥䡮䵇䇜

㾲䇜䳤䈠

㛥㢖㾲䳤㺈䡅

䞴䑽䗀㴲

㼒䡮㼒䈠

“㡢䂭㾲

䂭䞴䑽㝬㴲䡅㛥㘨

䨽䞴䗀㒻

㝬䡮䑽

㴲䡮䤑㲳㛥䑽

㲳䨽㴲䳤

㲳㴲䞴

䗀㒻䞴䨽

㺈㝬㼒㴲䈠䡮䡅㼒

㾲䨽

㾲䇑㴲㛥㼒䡅㝬㔣㾲䳤

“㺈㲳䤑 㥱䗀䨽䌂䌂䌂”

“㕝㲳㴲㛥㴲 䡅䞴 㾲㝬㴲 㙱㲳㾲 㝬㴲䇑㴲㛥 䞴䨽䡮㼱䞴䂭 㛥䡮㛥㴲㼒㼱 䈠㾲䳤䳤䗀㝬䡅䈠䡮䨽㴲䞴 㙱䡅䨽㲳 㾲䗀䨽䞴䡅䑽㴲㛥䞴䂭 㳥㛥䌂 㔣䡅㝬䍉㴲㛥䌂䌂” 㺈䳤㢖㾲㛥䡅 䞴䡮䡅䑽 䞴䳤䗀䍉㼒㼱䂭 “㥱䗀䨽 㲳㴲’䞴 㙱䡅㼒㼒䡅㝬䍉 䨽㾲 䨽䡮㼒䇜 䨽㾲 䳤㴲 䡮㢖㾲䗀䨽 䪑䡮䞴䨽 䨽䡮㼒㴲䞴䇇”

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