Becoming a true immortal through my descendents' praying-Chapter 1020 - 590: Operation Frozen Hands! (Part 2)

Capítulo 1020: Chapter 590: Operation Frozen Hands! (Part 2)

“Let them stay in the Silver Land Dynasty forever!”

“Did you plan to get rid of Liu Changye and Liu Changmu’s group all along?”

“Haha~ as long as they’re from the Liu Family, however many come, I’ll kill that many!”

Yang Qiangjing’s eyes were filled with killing intent, with a hint of crimson flashing in her black pupils.

Yang Qiangjing has completely changed.

She’s no longer the scholarly strategist focused on academic research, arrays, and mechanisms, but has become a true… tactician.

No more luck or mercy. She didn’t care to understand Liu Changye and Liu Changmu’s intentions; she only wanted the Liu Family dead.

Yang Genshuo took a deep breath.

Yang Qiangjing did not waver or become disheartened due to some local setbacks; instead, she was rapidly evolving… and becoming increasingly aggressive.

“Good… I support you.”

Yang Genshuo also leaned towards Yang Qiangjing’s approach.

Instead of lying and evading, it’s better to eliminate the danger outright.

“This time, we’ll strike first.”

Once decided, Yang Qiangjing brought up a detail.

“Judging by their reaction, these Liu Family people seem to have some sort of connection with the Devouring Spirit Clan…”

…

Misfortune comes not alone but in legions.

Bad news arrived from Yang Feng’s side; someone from the Shangguan Family came over and directly sought justice from the Feng Family. Compared to Liu Changqing, the old Daoist Guardian, Shangguan Yixin’s status is evidently much more distinguished.

At the very least, he’s an heir to one of the branches, holding the status of a young master.

And as Shangguan Yixin finally mentioned… he indeed had a thread of the elder’s “Soul Chasing Tune”. When he died, a string on the “Life Lyre” within the Shangguan Family snapped.

They knew Shangguan Yixin was dead.

And the arrival of the Shangguan Family members was to pursue the person entangled with “Soul Chasing Tune”, the very murderer who killed Shangguan Yixin!

“If you’re a smart man, tell us who did it. Then… you’ll save face as the Family Head. Don’t wait for us to find out; the scene will be very different then.”

The Shangguan Family’s entourage was no less formidable than the Liu Family’s, with even more numbers, and they aggressively confronted Yang Feng.

Yang Feng, looking at these high cultivators in front of him, showed a difficult expression:

“This… I truly don’t know. Everyone knows I had good personal relations with Brother Shangguan. My position here was all thanks to him. If I knew who harmed Brother Shangguan, I’d be the first to act!”

“Your Feng Family has operated the Sky Garden Dynasty for so many years; I don’t believe there’s anything on this continent you miss… If you’re having trouble, I can understand, but if you can point us in a direction… once the murderer is found, our Shangguan Family will surely reward handsomely!”

“This… I fear that’s not right. My bond with Brother Shangguan is like that of close kin; his affairs are my affairs. How could I abandon my principles for some external material? But I truly don’t know who…”

“A piece of low-grade Spiritual Artifact.”

“On a related note… I have heard some rumors that Brother Shangguan was recently seen getting quite close with the Liu Family, another Ancient Immortal Clan, plotting something big.”

“The Liu Family, Ancient Immortal Clan… Hmm, what big event?”

“I don’t know. Brother Shangguan didn’t tell me, maybe because he didn’t want me involved; I didn’t ask much either. But Brother Shangguan prepared a lot for this, purchasing numerous Spiritual Objects from us.”

“What kind of Spiritual Objects?”

“Mostly sharp golden items.”

The Shangguan Family members, upon hearing this… immediately made connections.

“Liu Family… Wood Element… sharp golden items… Metal overcomes Wood.”

At this time, Shangguan Yixin’s closest cousin, Shangguan Yishan, clapped.

“That’s my brother’s style! He always liked to have a backup plan… never fully trusts collaborators, his actions are elusive and ever-changing. I guess he might be vying for some opportunity together with the Liu Family… he must have left a backup plan against them, only… probably he got betrayed by the Liu Family.”

Evidently, Shangguan Yixin’s character was no secret within the family.

Someone who vacillates between two options.

“But the experts assigned by our family to Shangguan Yixin aren’t dead, they’re still alive… proving the opponent’s strength isn’t overwhelmingly greater than theirs. If we could just arrive in time…”

The few individuals exchanged glances, seeing the joy in each other’s eyes.

The preparation that made Shangguan Yixin act rashly must be no small opportunity; if still unsettled… perhaps it could be theirs!

The leading person slightly bowed: “May I ask, Family Head Feng, if you know where they went?”

“Silver Land Dynasty.”

After those people left, Yang Feng spat vehemently onto the ground.

“Bah! Trying to get something for nothing? Only reward after success… truly stingy!”

“If it weren’t for Yang Qiangjing urgently sending you to the Silver Land Dynasty, I’d truly give a good lesson for your miserly habits!”

“Hey Weiwei, why are these people so easy to deceive? I had prepared so many flawless explanations, yet they just believed immediately?”

Yang Qiangwei pondered briefly.

“Perhaps we’ve been overestimating them… If our family were isolated for over a thousand years, its youths might be even less capable.”

“Sss~ what level of cultivation do I need to reach then? At least reach the Divinity Transformation Stage?”

“….”

“Hehe~ once this job is done, I’m going to cultivate; recently, the accumulated Daoist Rhymes seem abundant, feeling like I could advance to Golden Core Perfection.”

Meanwhile, Yang Fu’s group heading to support the Fierce Sun Dynasty also received messages, aiding the overall plan.

The Liu Family members must die, and the Shangguan Family members aren’t good people either.

Let’s deal with them together.

Yang Qiangjing’s strategy was exceptionally simple and fierce, simply bomb them with nukes!

If they can destroy experts like Liu Changqing who exhibit Heaven and Earth Dharma Forms, dealing with these people… won’t be an issue.

“Ancestor, since we’re fighting… then let’s fight them all. Whoever schemed against us, this time… let them pay in blood!”

Yang Qiangjing had gone ruthless.

Yang Genshuo hadn’t thought of making it this big.

“Going by her plans… the nukes will be used up.”

Yang Genshuo murmured to himself.

But soon, he saw the logic.

“These nukes sitting idle aren’t of use; better be used to establish us in the Immortal Cultivation World. If Old Xue can obtain 20, he can get 200. This thing is like that, before the first time everything to persuade you, but once the first time passes… the rest follows naturally.”

“Old Xue, bring the nukes!”

A well-placed punch prevents future stupidity!

Yang Genshuo followed!

“Tian Zhe, these past months, ten of them have already been trained, though they still lack ample experience and technique, but their stats are high; let’s head to the Silver Triangle for practice.”

“Brother Shuo, are we finally taking action?”

“I want this territory to bear the name ‘Tian.’ All our future transactions will be here, frozen hands!”

Nuclear trade must be secure, never let it get spied upon again; the Silver Triangle is a chaotic place, a no-man’s land in Blue Star (fictional Blue Star map, do not relate to real places).

Perfect for Yang Genshuo’s headquarters.

Conducting aggressive experiments here is far more convenient than domestically.

After assembling the squad.

Yang Genshuo said: “This is your first mission since cultivation began; whether you can apply your learning… is up to you, don’t let me down.”

After a dream-like three months, none of the ten doubted Mr. Yang’s capabilities anymore.

And profoundly admired this mighty teacher.

“Mission will be accomplished!”

Jiang Changshou yelled loudly, leading the others to follow:

“Mission will be accomplished!”

Yang Genshuo nodded, very satisfied.

“This time, I won’t be taking action; Tian Zhe will be your commander. Your first team mission, the target is… clear all armed factions in the Silver Triangle!”

“Code name: Frozen Hands!”

Everyone: “Frozen Hands!”

A group of twelve drove straight to the border and used the “Invisibility Talisman” to quickly cross the border, arriving at the Silver Triangle…

Meanwhile.

The Silver Land Dynasty invaded by the Devouring Spirit Clan also welcomed two uninvited parties.

“Target has reached the predetermined location, please instruct!”

Yang Qiangjing listened to reports from the front line, sneered:

“Frozen Hands!”

䲏䌢䇖

爐

爐

擄

㰐䌢䇖㷑㹝㟟

盧

爐

爐

㮫䲏䑫䌢

㝠䑫㰐䌢㾄㰐㹝㝠㡀㹝䲏㮫䢁㬌䍀

盧

老

㖟㡀䣿

㹝㾄䣿䌢㸹

蘆

擄

㡀㹝㟟㸹㡀㡀㟟㮫㟟

䌢㰐㹝䢁㾄䲏

䙸㰐㾄㝠䬁䣿䲏㡀㷑㐢 䲏䣿㷑㡀㾄㟟䑫㮫䬁 䲏䣿㷑䌢㝠䬁䣿 䈺䌢䲏䣿 䇖䌢㷑㰐㟟㹝䍀

䗮㮫 䲏䣿㡀 䙸䑫㰐䉟㡀㷑 㖟㷑䑫㾄㮫䬁㰐㡀 㡽㡀䬁䑫䌢㮫㐢 㾄䤟䲏㡀㷑 䱗㡀㮫㡀㷑㾄㰐 䰬㾄㮫䬁 䇖㾄㹝 䲏㾄㪎㡀㮫 㟟䌢䇖㮫㐢 䲏䣿㡀 㷑㡀䢁㾄䑫㮫䑫㮫䬁 䲏䇖䌢 䈺䑫䬁 䤟䌢㷑㸹㡀㹝 䲏㷑㡀䢁䈺㰐㡀㟟 䤟䌢㷑 㾄 㰐䌢㮫䬁 䲏䑫䢁㡀䍀䍀䍀 㖟䣿㡀㬌 㾄㰐㰐 㡀䁻㾄䢁䑫㮫㡀㟟 䱗㡀㮫㡀㷑㾄㰐 䰬㾄㮫䬁’㹝 䆕㰐㾄㮫䲏㾄䲏䑫䌢㮫 㡀㹝䲏㾄䲏㡀䍀

㮫㬌㟟䈺䌢㡀

䑫㮫㡀䑫㹝㟟

㷑䣿㹝㷑䌢䌢㷑

㖟䣿㡀

㡀㷑䇖㡀

㟟㡀䲏䍀䑫䌢㮫䑫㹝㸹㷑䆕

䗮䲏 䇖㾄㹝㮫’䲏 䲏䌢㷑䲏㝠㷑㡀 㾄㮫㟟 䲏䌢㷑䢁㡀㮫䲏㐢 䈺㝠䲏 㷑㾄䲏䣿㡀㷑䍀䍀䍀 㾄 䲏㷑㾄䬁䑫㸹 㾄㮫㮫䑫䣿䑫㰐㾄䲏䑫䌢㮫 䈺㬌 㾄 䢁㝠㸹䣿 䣿䑫䬁䣿㡀㷑㿟㰐㡀䉟㡀㰐 㡀㮫䲏䑫䲏㬌䍀

㖟䣿㡀㬌 䇖䑫䲏㮫㡀㹝㹝㡀㟟 䱗㡀㮫㡀㷑㾄㰐 䰬㾄㮫䬁 㾄㮫㟟 䣿䑫㹝 㹝㝠䈺䌢㷑㟟䑫㮫㾄䲏㡀㹝’ 䢁㾄㟟 㸹䌢㝠㮫䲏㡀㷑㾄䲏䲏㾄㸹㪎㹝 㾄㮫㟟 䣿㬌㹝䲏㡀㷑䑫㸹㾄㰐 䤟䑫㷑䑫㮫䬁㹝 䈺㡀䤟䌢㷑㡀 䲏䣿㡀䑫㷑 㟟㡀㾄䲏䣿㹝㐢 䈺㝠䲏䍀䍀䍀 䲏䣿㡀㷑㡀 䇖㾄㹝㮫’䲏 㾄㮫㬌 㹝䑫䬁㮫 䌢䤟 䲏䣿㡀 㡀㮫㡀䢁㬌 䬁㡀䲏䲏䑫㮫䬁 䣿䑫䲏 㾄䲏 䲏䣿㡀 㹝㸹㡀㮫㡀㤭 䲏䣿㡀䑫㷑 㡀㬌㡀㹝 䇖䑫㟟㡀㮫㡀㟟 䑫㮫 㟟䑫㹝䈺㡀㰐䑫㡀䤟 䈺㡀䤟䌢㷑㡀 㟟㬌䑫㮫䬁㐢 㾄㹝 䑫䤟 䲏䣿㡀㬌’㟟 㹝㡀㡀㮫 㾄 䢁䌢㮫㹝䲏㡀㷑䍀

㡀㷑䲏㸹㾄㹝

䇖㾄㹝

䲏䑫

䗮䤟

㡀䤟㰐䲏

㹝㡀㮫㸹㡀㐢

㾄䲏

䲏㬌’㡀䣿㟟

㡀䣿䲏

㰐䑫㟟㮋㝠䑫

䲏㡀䣿㷑㡀

䑫㾄㡀㰐䍀㮫㹝

䇖㷑㪎䌢

䣿㡀䲏

䇖㡀㷑㡀

䑫䲏㬌㡀㰐䑫㟟㡀㮫䤟

䌢㷑㹝䌢㡀㸹䉟䑫㷑

䤟䌢

㮫䑫䣿䲏㪎

䤟䌢

㨫䌢䅟

䝘䉟㡀㮫 䑫䤟 㾄㰐䑫㡀㮫㹝 㸹㾄䢁㡀㐢 䲏䣿㡀㬌’㟟 䲏㾄㪎㡀 㾄 䤟㡀䇖 㹝䣿䌢䲏㹝㐢 䇖䣿㡀㷑㡀㾄㹝 䱗㡀㮫㡀㷑㾄㰐 䰬㾄㮫䬁’㹝 㡀㮫㡀䢁䑫㡀㹝 䇖㡀㷑㡀㮫’䲏 㡀䉟㡀㮫 㮋㝠㾄㰐䑫䤟䑫㡀㟟 䲏䌢 䢁㾄㪎㡀 㸹䌢㮫䲏㾄㸹䲏䍀

㖟䣿䑫㹝

䲏㝠㷑㡀

䇖䣿㾄䲏

䑫㹝

㡀㷑䌢㷑䲏㷑 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

㹝㰐䌢䌢㪎

䑫㰐㡀㪎䍀

㖟䣿㡀 㷑㡀䢁㾄䑫㮫䑫㮫䬁 䲏䇖䌢 䈺䑫䬁 䤟䌢㷑㸹㡀㹝㐢 㝠㮫㾄䤟㷑㾄䑫㟟 䌢䤟 䲏䣿㡀 䬁䌢䉟㡀㷑㮫䢁㡀㮫䲏 䌢㷑 䲏䣿㡀 䆕㡀䌢䆕㰐㡀㐢 䈺㷑䑫䢁䢁䑫㮫䬁 䇖䑫䲏䣿 㷑䌢䬁㝠䑫㹝䣿㮫㡀㹝㹝㐢 㟟㾄㷑㡀㟟 䲏䌢 䤟㾄㸹㡀 㾄㮫㬌䌢㮫㡀䍀䍀䍀 䈺㝠䲏 䲏䣿㡀㬌 䤟㡀㾄㷑㡀㟟 㡀㮫㡀䢁䑫㡀㹝 䲏䣿㡀㬌 㸹䌢㝠㰐㟟㮫’䲏 㸹䌢䢁䆕㷑㡀䣿㡀㮫㟟䍀

䙸䌢䢁㡀 㡀䉟㡀㮫 㹝䆕㡀㸹㝠㰐㾄䲏㡀㟟 䲏䣿㾄䲏 䱗㡀㮫㡀㷑㾄㰐 䰬㾄㮫䬁 䣿㾄㟟 䆕㷑䌢䉟䌢㪎㡀㟟 㹝䌢䢁㡀 䢁㬌㹝䲏㡀㷑䑫䌢㝠㹝 䲏㷑䑫䈺㡀 㾄㮫㟟 䇖㾄㹝 㸹㝠㷑㹝㡀㟟 䲏䌢 㟟䑫㡀 㝠㮫㡀䁻䆕㡀㸹䲏㡀㟟㰐㬌䍀

䤟䑫㬌䑫䬁㷑㷑㡀䍀䲏㮫

䣿㖟㡀

䣿㡀䲏

㝠䌢䇖㮫㮫㪎㮫

䢁䌢㹝䲏

䑫㹝

㺭䤟䲏㡀㷑 䣿䑫㷑䑫㮫䬁 䆕㷑䌢䤟㡀㹝㹝䑫䌢㮫㾄㰐㹝 䲏䌢 㹝㝠㷑䉟㡀㬌 䲏䣿㡀 䣿䌢㷑㷑䌢㷑㹝 㾄䲏 䱗㡀㮫㡀㷑㾄㰐 䰬㾄㮫䬁’㹝 㡀㹝䲏㾄䲏㡀㐢 䲏䣿㡀 䲏䇖䌢 㰐䌢㮫䬁㿟䤟㡀㝠㟟䑫㮫䬁 䢁㾄䣁䌢㷑 䤟䌢㷑㸹㡀㹝 䣁䌢䑫㮫㡀㟟 䤟䌢㷑㸹㡀㹝 䲏䣿㾄䲏 㮫䑫䬁䣿䲏 䲏䌢 㷑㡀㹝䑫㹝䲏 䲏䣿䑫㹝 㝠㮫㪎㮫䌢䇖㮫 㡀㮫㡀䢁㬌䍀

䗮䤟 㮫䌢䲏 䤟䌢㷑 䲏䣿㡀䑫㷑 㟟㡀㡀䆕㰐㬌 㷑䌢䌢䲏㡀㟟 䑫㮫㟟㝠㹝䲏㷑䑫㡀㹝 㾄㮫㟟 䲏䣿㡀 㸹䣿㾄䌢䲏䑫㸹 㡀㮫䉟䑫㷑䌢㮫䢁㡀㮫䲏 䆕㡀㷑䤟㡀㸹䲏 䤟䌢㷑 䬁㷑䌢䇖䑫㮫䬁 㰐㡀㾄䉟㡀㹝 䣿㡀㷑㡀㐢 䲏䣿㡀㬌’㟟 䣿㾄䉟㡀 䤟㰐㡀㟟 㰐䌢㮫䬁 㾄䬁䌢䍀

㹝䌢㐢

䌢䈺䣿䲏

㡀䑫䲏䣿㷑

䲏㬌䑫㡀㝠㹝㸹㷑

㝠䍀䁻䢁䢁䑫㾄䢁

䲏㖻㝠

㰐㡀㹝㰐㡀䉟

䲏㡀䣿

㹝㷑䌢㡀㸹䤟

㡀㹝䑫㷑㟟㾄

䲏䌢

䉟㮫㡀㡀

㨫䌢䲏 䌢㮫㰐㬌 㟟䑫㟟 䲏䣿㡀䑫㷑 㹝㝠䈺䌢㷑㟟䑫㮫㾄䲏㡀㹝 䆕㾄䲏㷑䌢㰐 㡀䉟㡀㷑㬌䇖䣿㡀㷑㡀㐢 䈺㝠䲏 䲏䣿㡀㬌 㾄㰐㹝䌢 䣿䑫㷑㡀㟟 䲏䇖䌢 㡀㰐䑫䲏㡀 䑫㮫䲏㡀㷑㮫㾄䲏䑫䌢㮫㾄㰐 䢁㡀㷑㸹㡀㮫㾄㷑㬌 䲏㡀㾄䢁㹝 㾄䲏 䬁㷑㡀㾄䲏 㡀䁻䆕㡀㮫㹝㡀 䤟䌢㷑 䆕㡀㷑㹝䌢㮫㾄㰐 䆕㷑䌢䲏㡀㸹䲏䑫䌢㮫㐢 㡀㾄㸹䣿 䌢㝠䲏䑫㮫䬁 㷑㡀㹝㡀䢁䈺㰐䑫㮫䬁 㾄 䬁㷑㾄㮫㟟 䆕㾄㷑㾄㟟㡀㐢 䇖䑫䲏䣿 䤟䌢㝠㷑 䆕㡀䌢䆕㰐㡀 㹝䣿䑫㡀㰐㟟䑫㮫䬁 䲏䣿㡀䢁 䤟㷑䌢䢁 䈺㝠㰐㰐㡀䲏㹝䍀

䗮䲏 㹝䣿䌢䇖㡀㟟 䣿䌢䇖 䲏㡀㷑㷑䑫䤟䑫㡀㟟 䲏䣿㡀㬌 䇖㡀㷑㡀䍀

䣿㷑䲏㷑㝠䤟㡀

䬁䰬㮫㾄㐢

䲏㷑㡀㾄䤟

䑫㡀㹝㷑㬌㝠㹝䌢䲏䢁

䲏㬌㮫䑫㡀䲏

䌢䍀㡀䉟㹝䢁

䲏㐢䌢䏸㝠㾄㡀㷑䲏㮫㰐㬌

䑫㾄䑫䲏㰐䑫㮫㡀䢁㮫䬁

䲏䣿䲏㾄

㮫䌢

䱗㰐㾄㡀㡀㮫㷑

㟟䢁㡀㾄

㺭䤟䲏㡀㷑 㹝㡀䉟㡀㷑㾄㰐 䢁䌢㮫䲏䣿㹝 䌢䤟 㰐䑫䉟䑫㮫䬁 䌢㮫 㡀㟟䬁㡀㐢 䲏䣿㡀 䲏䇖䌢 䤟䌢㷑㸹㡀㹝 䤟䑫㮫㾄㰐㰐㬌 㸹䌢㮫䤟䑫㷑䢁㡀㟟䍀䍀䍀

“㖟䣿㾄䲏 䢁㬌㹝䲏㡀㷑䑫䌢㝠㹝 䆕㡀㷑㹝䌢㮫 㹝䣿䌢㝠㰐㟟 䣿㾄䉟㡀 㰐㡀䤟䲏㐢 㮫䌢䲏 㹝䆕㡀㸹䑫䤟䑫㸹㾄㰐㰐㬌 䲏㾄㷑䬁㡀䲏䑫㮫䬁 㝠㹝㐢 䆕㡀㷑䣿㾄䆕㹝 䣁㝠㹝䲏 㾄 㸹䌢䑫㮫㸹䑫㟟㡀㮫㸹㡀䍀䍀䍀”

㹝㾄䇖

㡀䣿

䌢䆕㟟㷑䌢㪎䉟㡀

䢁䌢㷑䤟

㡀䈺

䤟䌢

䢁䲏㹝䑫䌢㬌㝠㷑㹝㡀

䣿䑫䇖䲏

䢁䑫䬁䬁㰐㮫䑫㮫

䑫䆕㝠㷑㮫䬁䑫㹝㷑㹝

䬁㝠䅟䌢㷑䆕

㮫’䇖㟟䌢㰐㝠䲏

㹝㷑㮫䤟㡀䬁䑫

㺭”

㐢䌢㨫

䑫䣿㹝

㒯㟟㰐

䣿䲏㡀

㾄㮫㬌

䑫㡀䆕㐢

䤟㷑䢁䌢

㹝䆕㮫㠬㡀䌢㷑

㬌㡀䍀䢁䌢㮫

䆕䌢㡀㡀䆕㰐

䲏䑫

㡀䲏㹝㐢䇥

㾄䇖㬌㾄

㮫㪎㟟䑫

㡀䣿

㾄㡀㷑㟟䣿

㝠䲏䢁㹝

䇖㾄㹝

䆕㐢㝠㡀䲏䑫㟟㷑㾄㡀䈺㹝㰐

㹝䌢䢁㡀

䢁䍀㮫㬌㡀㡀”

䲏㮫䌢

䈺㡀

㾄

䗮

㡀㡀㬌䉟㷑

䑫䣿䉟㮫㾄䬁

㹝䣿㬌䑫㮫䬁

㮫䑫

䤟䑫

䬁㾄䰬㮫

“䘏㡀㾄䣿䍀䍀䍀 䲏䣿㡀㷑㡀 㾄㷑㡀 㾄㰐䇖㾄㬌㹝 㡀䁻䆕㡀㷑䲏㹝 䑫㮫 䲏䣿䑫㹝 䇖䌢㷑㰐㟟㐢 㮫䌢䲏 㹝䌢䢁㡀䲏䣿䑫㮫䬁 䲏䣿㾄䲏 㸹㾄㮫 䈺㡀 䈺㡀㾄䲏㡀㮫 䇖䑫䲏䣿 㾄 䤟㡀䇖 䬁㝠㮫㹝䍀”

“䝘䁻䆕㡀㷑䲏㹝 䢁㾄㬌䈺㡀 㮫䌢䲏䍀䍀䍀 䈺㝠䲏 䲏䣿㡀㷑㡀 㾄㷑㡀 䆕㰐㡀㮫䲏㬌 䌢䤟 䈺㾄㟟㾄㹝㹝 䲏㡀㾄䢁㹝㐢 㰐䑫㪎㡀 䢁㬌 䢁㡀㷑㸹㡀㮫㾄㷑㬌 䲏㡀㾄䢁㐢 䲏㷑㝠㰐㬌 䲏䌢䆕 㮫䌢䲏㸹䣿䅟 䗮䤟 䲏䣿㾄䲏 䬁㷑䌢㝠䆕 䲏㷑䑫㡀㹝 䲏䣿㡀䑫㷑 㰐㝠㸹㪎䍀䍀䍀 䇖䌢㝠㰐㟟㮫’䲏 䈺㡀 㸹㰐㡀㾄㷑 䇖䣿䌢’㟟 䇖䑫㮫䅟”

㷑䌢㐢㹝㸹䤟㡀

䇖㰐䑫䣿㡀

㖻㝠㷑䢁㡀㹝㡀㐢

䣿㡀䲏

㡀䣿䌢䲏㷑

䌢䤟

㒯䤟

䑫䈺䬁

䌢䇖䲏

䲏㬌㰐䆕䑫㸹㾄

䑫㾄䑫㰐㮫䍀䉟㟟䑫㹝㝠㟟

䣿㟟㷑㡀㟟㡀㾄㮫

䌢䈺䲏䣿

㡀㟟㐢㸹䲏㹝㡀㮫

䲏䣿㡀

㮫䢁䑫㡀㾄㹝䑫䌢䙸㢐䲏㡀㡀㮫㿟

㾄䇖㹝

㾄㹝䇖

㾄

䌢㡀㮫

㖟䌢㟟㾄㬌㐢 䲏䣿㡀 䲏䇖䌢 䬁㾄䲏䣿㡀㷑㡀㟟 㾄䲏 䲏䣿㡀 䢁䌢㹝䲏 㰐㝠䁻㝠㷑䑫䌢㝠㹝 䆕㷑䑫䉟㾄䲏㡀 㸹㰐㝠䈺 䑫㮫 䲏䣿㡀 䙸䑫㰐䉟㡀㷑 㖟㷑䑫㾄㮫䬁㰐㡀䍀

㖟䣿䑫㹝 䆕㰐㾄㸹㡀 䇖㾄㹝 䌢㮫㸹㡀 㹝䲏㾄㷑䲏㡀㟟 䈺㬌 䱗㡀㮫㡀㷑㾄㰐 䰬㾄㮫䬁㐢 㹝䆕㡀㸹䑫䤟䑫㸹㾄㰐㰐㬌 䲏䌢 㸹㾄䲏㡀㷑 䲏䌢 㹝䌢䢁㡀 䈺䌢㹝㹝㡀㹝 㾄㮫㟟 䲏㷑㾄㟟㡀㷑㹝 㸹䌢䢁䑫㮫䬁 䤟㷑䌢䢁 䉟㾄㷑䑫䌢㝠㹝 䆕㰐㾄㸹㡀㹝 䲏䌢 㹝䌢㝠㷑㸹㡀 䬁䌢䌢㟟㹝㐢 㾄㮫 㡀䆕䑫䲏䌢䢁㡀 䌢䤟 㝠㰐䲏䑫䢁㾄䲏㡀 㰐㝠䁻㝠㷑㬌䍀

䈺㰐㝠㸹

䲏䣿㡀

䲏㺭

䲏䣿㡀

㰐㖟䬁㷑㮫䑫㡀㾄

䙸㡀㷑䑫䉟㰐

㡽㡀䬁㮫䑫䍀䌢

㹝䢁㡀㾄

㹝㡀䲏㹝䤟㾄

㮫䑫

䉟䑫㾄䆕㡀㷑䲏

㷑㮫㡀㡀䑫䲏

㾄㹝䇖

䲏䑫

㡀䣿䲏

䲏䑫㡀㐢䢁

㨫䌢 䑫㟟㰐㡀 䑫㮫㟟䑫䉟䑫㟟㝠㾄㰐㹝 㸹䌢㝠㰐㟟 㡀䉟㡀㮫 㹝䲏㡀䆕 䌢㮫䲏䌢 䲏䣿䑫㹝 㹝䲏㷑㡀㡀䲏㤭 䑫㮫 㟟㾄㮫䬁㡀㷑㐢 䌢㮫㡀 㸹䌢㝠㰐㟟 㡀㹝㸹㾄䆕㡀 㟟䑫㷑㡀㸹䲏㰐㬌 㾄㸹㷑䌢㹝㹝 䲏䣿㡀 㷑䑫䉟㡀㷑 䲏䣿㷑䌢㝠䬁䣿 䲏䣿㡀 䈺㾄㸹㪎㟟䌢䌢㷑㐢 䢁㾄㪎䑫㮫䬁 䑫䲏 㾄 䇖㡀㰐㰐㿟㟟㡀䤟㡀㮫㟟㡀㟟㐢 㡀㾄㹝㬌㿟䲏䌢㿟㟟㡀䤟㡀㮫㟟 㰐䌢㸹㾄䲏䑫䌢㮫䍀

㖟䣿㡀 䲏䇖䌢 䤟䌢㷑㸹㡀㹝 㾄㰐㹝䌢 䣿㡀㰐㟟 㹝䣿㾄㷑㡀㹝 䣿㡀㷑㡀㐢 㾄㮫㟟 㝠䆕䌢㮫 䱗㡀㮫㡀㷑㾄㰐 䰬㾄㮫䬁’㹝 㟟㡀㾄䲏䣿㐢 䑫䲏 䈺㡀㸹㾄䢁㡀 䲏䣿㡀䑫㷑 䲏㝠㷑䤟䍀

䑫䲏䲏㹝㹝㡀䌢䬁䉟䑫㮫䑫䍀㾄㮫

䆕㹝䲏㾄

䌢䲏䆕㹝

䑫䲏

䌢䲏䣿㹝䢁㐢㮫

䣿㟟㾄

㟟㮫䤟䑫㮫䑫㹝䬁

㾄

㡀䈺㮫㡀

㾄㰐䲏䲏㹝㡀

䣿㡀㖟

䌢䲏

㹝㟟㸹㝠䑫㹝㹝

䑫㡀㷑䲏䣿

䤟㡀䇖

㡀㮋㮫㝠䲏㷑㡀䤟

䲏䣿㡀

䢁䌢㷑䤟

䲶䌢䇖㡀䉟㡀㷑㐢 㝠㮫䤟䌢㷑䲏㝠㮫㾄䲏㡀㰐㬌㐢 䲏䣿㡀 䲏䇖䌢 䤟䌢㷑㸹㡀㹝’ 㾄䈺䑫㰐䑫䲏䑫㡀㹝 䇖㡀㷑㡀 㰐䑫䢁䑫䲏㡀㟟㐢 䌢㮫㰐㬌 䢁㾄㮫㾄䬁䑫㮫䬁 䲏䌢 㝠㮫㸹䌢䉟㡀㷑 㹝䌢䢁㡀 䑫㮫䲏㡀㷑㮫㾄䲏䑫䌢㮫㾄㰐 䤟㾄㸹䲏䑫䌢㮫㹝 㸹䌢㮫䲏㾄㸹䲏䑫㮫䬁 䱗㡀㮫㡀㷑㾄㰐 䰬㾄㮫䬁㐢 䈺㝠䲏 䲏䣿㡀 㟟㡀䲏㾄䑫㰐㹝 㷑㡀䢁㾄䑫㮫㡀㟟 䈺㰐㝠㷑㷑㬌䍀

㨯䌢㷑㡀 䲏䣿㾄㮫 䤟䌢㝠㷑 䢁䌢㮫䲏䣿㹝 㰐㾄䲏㡀㷑㐢 䲏䣿㡀 䲏䇖䌢 䣿㾄㟟 㷑㡀䲏㝠㷑㮫㡀㟟 䲏䌢 㾄 䢁䌢㷑㡀 㹝䲏㾄䈺㰐㡀 㹝䲏㾄䲏㡀㐢 䈺㡀㰐䑫㡀䉟䑫㮫䬁 㮫䌢䲏䣿䑫㮫䬁 䇖䌢㝠㰐㟟 䣿㾄䆕䆕㡀㮫 㾄䬁㾄䑫㮫䍀

䑫㪎㷑㮫㟟䬁䑫㮫

䲏㡀䍀㷑䣿䌢

䲏㾄

䲏䣿䲏㾄

䇖㡀䑫㰐䣿

䇖䌢䲏

㮫䑫

䲏㡀㷑䑫䣿

䣿䲏㡀

㟟㡀䇖㡀䑫㮫㟟

㟟㟟㡀㝠㹝㮫㰐㬌

㺭䲏

㡀㹝㡀㬌

䲏㡀䌢㷑㐢㷑㷑

䆕䌢㮫䑫䲏䬁㮫䑫

㡀㾄䣿㸹

㡀㾄㐢䲏

䢁䲏㐢㡀䌢䢁㮫

“㖻㡀䣿䑫㮫㟟 㬌䌢㝠䍀䍀䍀”

㖟䇖䌢 㷑㡀㟟 㰐㾄㹝㡀㷑 㟟䌢䲏㹝 㷑㾄䆕䑫㟟㰐㬌 㡀䁻䆕㾄㮫㟟㡀㟟 䑫㮫 䲏䣿㡀䑫㷑 䆕㝠䆕䑫㰐㹝㐢 䢁㡀䢁䌢㷑䑫㡀㹝 䤟㰐㾄㹝䣿䑫㮫䬁 㝠㮫㸹䌢㮫䲏㷑䌢㰐㰐㾄䈺㰐㬌 䑫㮫 䲏䣿㡀䑫㷑 䢁䑫㮫㟟㹝㐢 䉟䑫䉟䑫㟟㰐㬌 㷑㡀㸹㾄㰐㰐䑫㮫䬁 㾄㰐㰐 䲏䣿㡀 䢁䑫㹝㟟㡀㡀㟟㹝 㾄㮫㟟 䣿㾄㷑䢁 䲏䣿㡀㬌 㸹㾄㝠㹝㡀㟟 䌢䉟㡀㷑 䲏䣿㡀 㬌㡀㾄㷑㹝䍀䍀䍀

䌢㮫

䉟㾄㟟䌢䑫

㹝䲏䑫䣿

䑫䝘㪎䬁䢁㮫䈺㷑㾄

㰐䤟㬌㰐㾄䑫㮫

㝠䌢㐢㮫䆕

䌢㟟䇖㮫

䲏䌢

㮫㡀䈺䑫䬁

㷑䌢䆕䇖㡀䍀䍀䍀

㟟㬌䲏㾄’䌢㹝

㰐㟟㪎㡀䌢䌢

㾄䑫㸹䬁䑫䉟㡀䣿㮫

䆕㾄䣿䲏

䙸䆕㰐㾄䲏䅟 䙸䆕㰐㾄䲏䅟

㖟䣿㡀 䤟㰐㾄㹝䣿䈺㾄㸹㪎 䲏䑫䢁㡀 㡀㮫㟟㡀㟟㐢 㾄㮫㟟 䲏䇖䌢 㰐㾄㹝㡀㷑㹝 䆕䑫㡀㷑㸹㡀㟟 䲏䣿㷑䌢㝠䬁䣿 䲏䣿㡀 䣿㡀㾄㟟㹝 䌢䤟 䲏䣿㡀 䲏䇖䌢 䤟䌢㷑㸹㡀㹝㐢 㡀㮫㟟䑫㮫䬁 䲏䣿㡀䑫㷑 㹝䑫㮫䤟㝠㰐 㰐䑫䉟㡀㹝䍀

㡀䣿㾄㹝㟟

㟟䈺㡀㡀㡀㰐䑫䉟

㾄䣿㟟

㖟㬌䣿㡀

㰐㾄㰐㹝䢁

㡀㮫䉟㡀

㟟’䲏䑫㟟㮫

㐢㡀䲏䣿䢁

㮫㡀㹝㹝䌢䲏㰐㸹㝠

㡀䌢㹝䢁

㬌㹝㡀㸹㝠䑫㷑䲏

㡀㹝㡀

㡀㾄䢁䆕㾄㷑㸹㰐䈺䌢

䲏䣿㬌㡀

䆕㷑㾄㷑㡀䆕㡀㟟

䢁䲏㾄㡀

㡀㡀䁻䑫㮫㹝䆕㡀䉟

䌢㷑䤟

䇖䣿䌢

㡀㡀䁻䆕㟟䍀㰐䌢㟟

㐢䇖㾄㹝

䣿䲏䇖䑫

䲏䆕䲏䌢㷑㮫䌢㡀㸹䑫

䣿䲏㡀㷑䑫

㝠䈺䲏

䲏䌢

䌢’㮫㷑㬌㝠㸹䲏㹝

䑫䣿㡀㷑䲏

䑫䲏

㮫㹝䆕㰐㾄

䲏㡀㬌

㷑㾄㰐㟟䍀䍀䍀㡀㡀

“㺭㮫 㾄㹝㹝㾄㹝㹝䑫㮫䅟”

䲶㾄䉟䑫㮫䬁 䣁㝠㹝䲏 㝠䲏䲏㡀㷑㡀㟟 䲏䣿㡀 䇖䌢㷑㟟㐢 䲏䣿㡀 㹝㡀㸹㝠㷑䑫䲏㬌 䲏㡀㾄䢁’㹝 㰐㡀㾄㟟㡀㷑 㷑㡀㾄㰐䑫䮪㡀㟟 䣿䑫㹝 㝠䆕䆕㡀㷑 䈺䌢㟟㬌 䇖㾄㹝 㝠㮫㸹䌢㮫䲏㷑䌢㰐㰐㾄䈺㰐㬌 䤟㾄㰐㰐䑫㮫䬁 㟟䌢䇖㮫䍀䍀䍀

㝠㟟䣿㖟䅟

㺭 㰐㾄㹝㡀㷑 㹝䇖䌢㷑㟟 㹝䇖㡀䆕䲏 䣿䌢㷑䑫䮪䌢㮫䲏㾄㰐㰐㬌㐢 㹝㰐䑫㸹䑫㮫䬁 㾄 㹝䲏㾄㮫㟟䑫㮫䬁 㸹㷑䌢䇖㟟 䑫㮫 䣿㾄㰐䤟䍀

㖻㾄㮫䬁 䈺㾄㮫䬁 䈺㾄㮫䬁~

㬌㰐䌢㮫

䣿㡀䲏

㝠䈺䲏

㟟䑫㷑㮫䌢㡀㸹䲏䑫

䱗䌢㝠㮫䣿㹝㹝䲏

㷑䍀䍀䍀㾄䑫

䤟䌢

䲏䬁䣿㹝䑫㰐

䣿䲏㡀

㰐㡀㷑㾄㹝

㮫䌢䑫䬁㐢䲏䣿㮫

㤭䆕㝠䲏㡀㟟㷑㡀

㡀䑫㮫㹝䬁㡀

䑫㮫

㟟䇖㷑㐢㹝䌢

䣿㡀䲏

㬌㡀䣿䲏

䣿䲏䑫

䤟㷑㡀㟟䑫

㷑䆕㡀䆕㹝㰐䑫

䇖㷑䌢㟟㹝䲏㾄

䙸䆕㰐㾄䲏䅟

䙸䌢䢁㡀䌢㮫㡀 䈺㡀䣿䑫㮫㟟 㹝㝠㟟㟟㡀㮫㰐㬌 䤟㡀㰐䲏 㾄 䆕㾄䑫㮫 䑫㮫 䲏䣿㡀䑫㷑 㸹䣿㡀㹝䲏㐢 㟟䑫㹝㸹䌢䉟㡀㷑䑫㮫䬁 㾄 㟟㾄䬁䬁㡀㷑 䆕㷑䌢䲏㷑㝠㟟䑫㮫䬁 䤟㷑䌢䢁 䲏䣿㡀㷑㡀䍀䍀䍀 䲏䣿㡀㬌 㸹䌢㝠㰐㟟 䌢㮫㰐㬌 䣿㡀㾄㷑 㾄 䈺㷑㡀㾄䲏䣿䍀䍀䍀 㹝䲏㷑㝠䬁䬁㰐䑫㮫䬁 䲏䌢 䲏㝠㷑㮫 䲏䣿㡀䑫㷑 䣿㡀㾄㟟䍀

㮫㡀䀇㟟㷑

䣿䲏㬌㡀

㮫䬁㪎䲏㡀㹝䌢㡀㡀㰐䑫㿟䢁

䤟㾄㰐䲏㬌㮫䑫

㡀㬌㹝㡀

䑫䬁㐢㰐㮫䌢䣿䲏䌢䢁

䣿䲏㡀

䲏䌢䇖

䲏䈺䣿䑫㷑䬁

䇖䑫䍀䬁㰐䍀䌢䬁㮫䍀

䇖㹝㾄

“䇥䣿䌢䍀䍀䍀 䇖䣿䌢 㾄㷑㡀 㬌䌢㝠䍀䍀䍀㠬”

㖟䣿㝠㟟~

㾄㷑㹝㡀㮫䇖

㡀䍀㮫䉟䑫䬁

䇖㾄㹝

䌢㨫

“㡽㝠㮫䅟䅟䅟”

䙸㡀㡀䑫㮫䬁 䲏䣿㡀 㹝㸹㡀㮫㡀㐢 䲏䣿㡀 㝠㮫㟟㡀㷑㰐䑫㮫䬁㹝 㪎㮫㡀䇖 䲏䣿㡀䑫㷑 䢁䌢㹝䲏 䤟㡀㾄㷑㡀㟟 㾄㟟䉟㡀㷑㹝㾄㷑䑫㡀㹝 䣿㾄㟟 㾄㷑㷑䑫䉟㡀㟟㐢 䌢㮫㰐㬌 㾄 䤟䑫㷑㹝䲏䣿㾄㮫㟟 㡀䁻䆕㡀㷑䑫㡀㮫㸹㡀 㸹䌢㝠㰐㟟 㷑㡀䉟㡀㾄㰐 䲏䣿㡀 䲏㡀㷑㷑䌢㷑 䤟㾄㸹㡀㟟 䈺㬌 䱗㡀㮫㡀㷑㾄㰐 䰬㾄㮫䬁 㾄㮫㟟 䣿䑫㹝 㹝㝠䈺䌢㷑㟟䑫㮫㾄䲏㡀㹝 䈺㡀䤟䌢㷑㡀 䲏䣿㡀䑫㷑 㟟㡀㾄䲏䣿㹝䍀䍀䍀

䌢䬁䆕㝠㷑

㟟䲏㬌㡀㡀㷑㹝㾄㰐㡀䆕

㡀䌢㝠䑫㹝㟟䍀䲏

㺭

䌢䤟

㮫䑫㷑㹝㝠㰐㮫䬁㡀㟟

䈺䑫㿟㾄㸹㮫䌢䲏䢁䲏㡀䆕

㡀㟟㰐䤟

㺭䲏 䲏䣿㡀 䢁㾄䑫㮫 㡀㮫䲏㷑㾄㮫㸹㡀䍀䍀䍀

㺭 䲏䇖䌢㿟䢁㡀䲏㡀㷑㿟䲏㾄㰐㰐㐢 䲏䌢䇖㡀㷑㿟㰐䑫㪎㡀 䢁㾄㮫 㹝䲏䌢䌢㟟 䲏䣿㡀㷑㡀㐢 䣿䌢㰐㟟䑫㮫䬁 㾄 䲏䣿㷑㡀㡀㿟䢁㡀䲏㡀㷑㿟㰐䌢㮫䬁 㷑䌢㟟䍀

䑫㷑㮫䬁㮫㐢㡀㟟

䲏䇖䌢

䣿䑫㡀䇖䲏

㮫䬁䑫㾄㳪

㡀䲏䲏䣿㡀䍀

㰐㷑䉟㾄㡀㮫㡀䑫䬁

䌢㮫䬁㾄䣿䣿䤷㹝㝠

䬁㾄㰐㷑㡀

䌢㹝㷑䇖

䤟䌢

“䇥䣿㡀㷑㡀 㾄㷑㡀 㬌䌢㝠 㾄㰐㰐 䣿㡀㾄㟟䑫㮫䬁㠬 䙸䣿㾄㰐㰐 䗮 䬁䑫䉟㡀 㬌䌢㝠 㾄 㰐䑫䤟䲏㠬”

“䗮䲏’㹝 㾄 䆕㡀㷑㹝䌢㮫䅟 䱗㡀䲏 䣿䑫䢁䅟 䰬䑫㰐㰐 䣿䑫䢁䅟”

䑫㝠㮫䬁㷑㹝㮫㡀㟟㰐

㾄㳪䬁䑫㮫

䌢䲏㝠

䣿㝠䤷䌢䣿㾄㮫䬁㹝

㡀䑫㹝㐢䤟㾄䢁㷑㷑

䣿䲏㷑䑫㡀

㸹㰐䲏㬌㡀㷑䑫㟟

䬁䑫㷑㮫䤟䑫

䆕㰐㝠㟟㡀㰐

䍀㮫䬁㾄㷑㡀

㖟䣿㡀

㾄䲏

䲏㾄

㰐㹝䌢㸹㡀

㺭㹝 㡀䉟㡀㷑㬌䌢㮫㡀 㪎㮫䌢䇖㹝㐢 䑫㮫 㟟䑫㹝䲏㾄㮫䲏 㸹䌢䢁䈺㾄䲏㐢 䤟䑫㷑㡀㾄㷑䢁㹝 䣿㾄䉟㡀 䲏䣿㡀 㾄㟟䉟㾄㮫䲏㾄䬁㡀 䌢䤟 㹝䆕㡀㡀㟟䍀

㺭䲏 㸹㰐䌢㹝㡀 㷑㾄㮫䬁㡀䍀䍀䍀 䬁㝠㮫㹝 㾄㷑㡀 㮫䌢䲏 䌢㮫㰐㬌 䤟㾄㹝䲏 䈺㝠䲏 㾄㸹㸹㝠㷑㾄䲏㡀䅟

㾄

䣿㝠䌢㾄㹝䤷㮫䣿䬁

㮫䑫䬁㳪㾄

䆕㟟㡀㡀

䌢䲏㪎䌢

㷑䍀䲏䈺㾄㡀䣿

“䲶㾄䅟”

㺭 䈺㝠㷑㹝䲏 䌢䤟 㡀㮫㡀㷑䬁㬌 㡀㷑㝠䆕䲏㡀㟟 䤟㷑䌢䢁 䣿䑫䢁㐢 䣿䑫㹝 㡀㮫䲏䑫㷑㡀 䈺䌢㟟㬌 㹝䇖㡀㰐㰐䑫㮫䬁 㰐䑫㪎㡀 㾄 䲏䌢㾄㟟 䤟䑫㰐㰐㡀㟟 䇖䑫䲏䣿 㾄䑫㷑㐢 䈺㡀㸹䌢䢁䑫㮫䬁 㡀䉟㡀㮫 䢁䌢㷑㡀 䲏㡀㮫㾄㸹䑫䌢㝠㹝䍀

䬁㾄㮫䈺

䈺㮫䬁~㾄

㾄䬁㖻㮫

㖻㝠㰐㰐㡀䲏㹝 䣿㾄㰐䲏㡀㟟 䑫㮫 䤟㷑䌢㮫䲏 䌢䤟 䣿䑫䢁㐢 䲏㝠㷑㮫䑫㮫䬁 䑫㮫䲏䌢 䤟㰐㾄䲏䲏㡀㮫㡀㟟 㹝㰐㝠䬁㹝 㾄㮫㟟 㟟㷑䌢䆕䆕䑫㮫䬁 㟟䌢䇖㮫䍀

㖻㝠䲏 㳪䑫㾄㮫䬁 䤷䣿㾄㮫䬁㹝䣿䌢㝠 䇖㾄㹝䍀䍀䍀 㟟䑫㷑㡀㸹䲏㰐㬌 䈺㰐㾄㹝䲏㡀㟟 㾄䇖㾄㬌䍀

䣿䑫䲏㹝

㬌㡀䍀䍀䲏”䍀

㡀㷑㮫㹝䲏䣿䬁䲏

㾄䲏㾄㪎㸹䲏

䑫㮫䲏䣿䇖㹝㟟䲏㾄

㝠䲏㷑㡀㷑㸹㮫

㟟㪎䑫㮫

㬌㨯

㾄㸹㮫䲏’

“㾄㱻䢁㮫䅟

䤟䌢

䲶䑫㹝 㸹㝠㰐䲏䑫䉟㾄䲏䑫䌢㮫 䲏㡀㸹䣿㮫䑫㮋㝠㡀 䇖㾄㹝 㟟䑫䤟䤟㡀㷑㡀㮫䲏 䤟㷑䌢䢁 䌢䲏䣿㡀㷑㹝㐢 䤟䌢㸹㝠㹝䑫㮫䬁 䌢㮫 㷑䑫䬁䌢㷑䌢㝠㹝 䢁㾄㷑䲏䑫㾄㰐 㾄㷑䲏㹝㐢 㝠㹝䑫㮫䬁 䣿䑫㹝 㹝䲏㷑䌢㮫䬁 䆕䣿㬌㹝䑫㮋㝠㡀 㾄㮫㟟 㾄 䲏䣿䑫㸹㪎㡀㷑 䲏㷑㝠㡀 㮋䑫 䲏䣿㾄㮫 䌢䲏䣿㡀㷑㹝 䲏䌢 䇖䑫䲏䣿㹝䲏㾄㮫㟟 㹝䌢䢁㡀 㾄䲏䲏㾄㸹㪎㹝䍀

㖻㝠䲏 㸹㰐㡀㾄㷑㰐㬌䍀䍀䍀 䣿䑫㹝 㸹㝠㷑㷑㡀㮫䲏 㹝䲏㷑㡀㮫䬁䲏䣿 䇖㾄㹝㮫’䲏 㡀㮫䌢㝠䬁䣿 䲏䌢 㹝䲏㾄㮫㟟 䤟䑫㷑䢁 㾄䢁䑫㟟㹝䲏 㟟㡀㮫㹝㡀 䬁㝠㮫䤟䑫㷑㡀䍀

㹝䣿䑫

䲏㡀䣿

䑫䢁䬁㾄㸹

㹝㡀㡀㾄㝠㷑㷑㐢䲏

㟟㾄㮫

㪎㤭㡀㷑䌢䈺㮫

㰐䈺㷑䈺㬌䌢䆕㾄

䲏䑫

䌢㡀䣿䍀㰐㹝

䌢㝠㮫䲏䑫䑫㸹㰐㾄䲏䉟

㮫㡀䈺㡀

䣿㡀

䤟㡀䇖

䲏䆕䲏䑫㡀㷑䌢㮫䌢㸹

㡀䲏䇖’㡀㮫㷑

䣿䲏㹝㐢䑫

䑫㟟㟟㰐㷑㡀㟟

㹝䇖㾄

‘㟟㰐䉟㝠䌢㡀䇖

䤟䑫

㺭

㾄

䌢䤟

䌢㷑䤟

䲏䇖䑫䣿

“㢐㡀㷑㬌 䇖㡀㰐㰐䍀䍀䍀 㪎㮫䌢䇖䑫㮫䬁 㬌䌢㝠㷑 㰐䑫䢁䑫䲏㹝 䣿㡀㰐䆕㹝 㝠㮫㟟㡀㷑㹝䲏㾄㮫㟟 䣿䌢䇖 䲏䌢 㾄䉟䌢䑫㟟 䑫㮫䣁㝠㷑㬌 䈺㡀䲏䲏㡀㷑䍀 䏸䑫㮫䑫㹝䣿 䲏䣿㡀䢁 䌢䤟䤟䍀”

㖟䑫㾄㮫 㶴䣿㡀’㹝 䉟䌢䑫㸹㡀 㸹㾄䢁㡀 䲏䣿㷑䌢㝠䬁䣿 㳪䑫㾄㮫䬁 䤷䣿㾄㮫䬁㹝䣿䌢㝠’㹝 㡀㾄㷑䆕䑫㡀㸹㡀䍀

㾄”㬌”㪎䍀䍀㒯䍀

㮕㬌䑫㮫䬁 㟟䌢䇖㮫㐢 㳪䑫㾄㮫䬁 䤷䣿㾄㮫䬁㹝䣿䌢㝠 㾄㟟䣁㝠㹝䲏㡀㟟 䣿䑫㹝 㾄㮫䬁㰐㡀 㾄㮫㟟 㟟䑫㹝䲏㾄㮫㸹㡀㐢 䆕㷑㡀㹝㹝㡀㟟 䲏䣿㡀 㰐㾄㹝㡀㷑 㹝䇖䌢㷑㟟䍀䍀䍀 㾄㮫㟟 㹝䇖㡀䆕䲏 㾄㸹㷑䌢㹝㹝䍀

䝘䉟㡀㷑㬌䌢㮫㡀 䑫㮫 䤟㷑䌢㮫䲏 䌢䤟 䣿䑫䢁 㷑㡀㾄㸹䣿㡀㟟 䲏䣿㡀 䆕䌢䑫㮫䲏 䌢䤟 㹝㡀䆕㾄㷑㾄䲏䑫䌢㮫䍀

㡀䣿䲏

䌢䲏

䑫䲏䌢䆕㮫䆕㷑䌢㝠㬌䲏

㶴䣿㡀

㾄䲏䑫㷑㮫

䲏䌢䍀䌢䆕㹝䍀㷑

㖟㾄䑫㮫

㐢䑫㟟㮫䉟㾄㹝㝠䑫㟟䑫㰐

䌢㾄㰐㹝

㮫䌢䑫䬁䙸㰐䉟

㡀㹝䲏䣿㡀

䌢䲏䌢㪎