Demon King: Hero, don't run away!-Chapter 1260: Father and Daughter

Capítulo 1260: Chapter 1260: Father and Daughter

I was clearly heading towards the Count Blood, yet unexpectedly came across the Qiuye Doreen that Kula Doreen was looking for so quickly.

Speaking of which, it has been over two months since the Dragon God Conference, during these two months, has Qiuye Doreen been wandering aimlessly on the sea, searching for the missing Aslit?

Having perseverance is good, but running around like a headless chicken only achieves half the effort with twice the hardship.

Yang Yu casually flipped through Qiuye Doreen’s attributes, and compared to last time, Qiuye Doreen had grown much stronger, her level surprisingly surpassed Level 130, with significant increases in various stats.

However, such attributes are just a bigger fly to the Count Blood, who could swat her away with one hand.

In Yang Yu’s view, even if Qiuye Doreen successfully finds Count Blood, it would be like an egg hitting a rock.

Moreover…

Craving power, diving into darkness is the standard villain routine, and villains trapped in such routines are usually beyond rescue.

What Qiuye Doreen needs to face is whether she can summon the courage to completely end things when she fails to save, if she is as indecisive as during the Dragon God Conference, it will only lead to her own demise.

Yang Yu commanded everyone to take a few steps back, giving Qiuye Doreen and her father some space; this is their family matter, something only they can resolve.

Confirming Qiuye was well, Kula Doreen took a few steps toward her direction, Qiuye instinctively shrank back, timid and fearful, always waiting for her father’s scolding.

However, to Qiuye’s surprise, Kula Doreen did not scold her loudly but said calmly:

“Qiuye, come back. You’ve suffered during this time.

You probably are quite aware that the hardships on this journey cannot be easily borne by one person.

Yang Yu, sir, is there any nearby port or a way to return to the Luo Ze Empire or the Human countries?”

Yang Yu replied, “You’d have to ask Luo Luosi for specifics, she’s the one steering.”

Luo Luosi, manipulating the helm with her Shell Avatar, supported her chin, “If you’re asking if there’s a way back, there is; not far ahead are several islands.

Because they are very high mountains, remarkably conspicuous, they have become few of the iconic islands in the oceans.

Those islands pass through several currents, they happen to be where submarines stop, as long as you have enough money, they should be willing to take you to the vicinity of the human world.

There are ‘kind-hearted people’ over there who collect tips from guests, pay a little more, and it’s not a problem to head to the ports of the Trun Republic.”

“Did you hear that, Qiuye? I will beg them to change the course, follow what they said, and slowly return to the family.”

Kula Doreen spoke in a low voice, his words seemingly irrefutable to Qiuye.

Yet, Qiuye used her cherished sword to support herself, trembling yet standing before Kula Doreen, letting out a roar:

“I refuse. I’ve already decided on what I want to do.

I’m no longer a child. I won’t always hide behind you.

What I want to do can only be decided by myself, I know very well what I’m doing right now.

Father, you came to this sea to find me, right!

Before I finish what I want to do, I absolutely won’t go back with you.

I am not an obedient kid who follows you blindly and never thinks.

Nor am I a tool used by you to revive the family!

I am myself.

From the moment I set out alone on this journey, I have already awakened.

Father, please go back like that!

If you value family so much and think reviving the family is the most important thing, then please return!

Sister became that way because of you.

If back then you had shared some of your love for me with her, if you had guided her more…

If back then I had been more sensible, noticed sooner, maybe things wouldn’t have come to this…”

Qiuye, as if releasing all the suffering she had endured these months, roaring continuously despite her fragile appearance.

Kula Doreen said nothing, merely listened to his daughter’s roar, allowing her to vent.

As Qiuye spoke, she seemed to realize who she was talking to, that this was merely emotional release, her voice grew quieter until completely silent.

Only then did Kula Doreen speak again,

“I have realized we’ve made many mistakes.

But now, face reality, Qiuye.

The place you’re going to will only lead you to death, you cannot save Aslit.”

Upon hearing this, tears instantly welled up in Qiuye’s eyes, falling drop by drop onto the clean deck.

Qiuye tried to hold back her tears, but they eventually formed a line on her face, her breaths turned into sobs.

She had things to say, things to argue back, but gradually they became blurry amidst the sobs.

Deep in her heart, she already felt that she couldn’t save her sister, perhaps merely trying to meet her sister once would require every ounce of strength.

Yet even so, she stood here, striving forward toward that elusive, potentially non-existent hope.

This is what her heart tells her to do.

If she doesn’t do it, she might regret it forever.

Qiuye understood better than anyone that she was a very timid person.

That’s why she chose to leave, the family that always sheltered her, to embark on a journey.

She absolutely can’t continue to be so timid.

Qiuye gripped her beloved sword tightly, trembling as she responded:

“I…know….understand.

But…I’ve made my decision.

Let me see my sister one more time!

Let me see my sister one more time, this time, regardless of what the outcome turns out to be…..

I still want to see her once more and then make one final attempt.

I’ve already decided on this, if it doesn’t work this time…

I’ll obediently listen to you and return to the family.”

Kula Doreen said nothing, merely stood erect, unmoving.

Qiuye said nothing either, quietly waiting for her father’s response.

After a long time, Kula Doreen finally spoke again:

“Even if this action might lead to your death, you still insist on seeing your sister?”

Qiuye wiped her tears from the corners of her eyes and nodded at her father.

“Swish—” Yang Yu seemed to hear the sound of a long knife being drawn, and the next second, Yang Yu saw Kula Doreen slash toward Qiuye.

Qiuye reacted quickly, swiftly drawing her sword, blocking her father’s blade before it struck.

䋼㛭㪘䝨

㠌䗅㶃

蘆

櫓

㼐䋼

䗅䗅㠌㪘

擄

㮕䐛

䄆㲊䗅㟌䐛

㼐㮕㾴䐛㮕㛭䗅㰚䗅㟌䒚

㲊㪘㼐㼐㮕䐛㶃㶃䋼㰚㲊

䗅㛭㔁㪘㺝

露

爐

盧

盧

虜

盧

老

䮾㰚㶃㠌䋼㛭䒚㠌 㶇㮕㛭䝨䗅 㠌㲊䐛 䒚㪘䋼㒼㼐 䬭䋼㼐䐛㮕㟌䗅㪘㲊䄆㰚䝨 㟌㛭㪘㮕㼐䒚 㶃㠌㮕䐛 㶃㮕䃓䗅㺝 㶃㠌䗅㪘䗅 㮕䐛 䐛㶃㮕㰚㰚 㲊 㠌㛭䒚䗅 䒚㲊㤉 䄆䗅㶃㒼䗅䗅㼐 㠌䗅㪘 㲊㼐㟌 㫑㛭㰚㲊 䟘䋼㪘䗅䗅㼐䦋

㨊㠌䗅 㒼䗅㶃 䀎䋼䋼㶃 㟌㪘㲊䒚䒚䗅㟌 㲊 䃓㲊㪘䥪 䋼㼐 㶃㠌䗅 㟌䗅䬭䥪 㲊䐛 㶇㮕㛭䝨䗅 䄆㲊㪘䗅㰚䝨 䐛㶃䗅㲊㟌㮕䗅㟌 㠌䗅㪘䐛䗅㰚䀎䦋

㰚㲊㫑㛭

㒼䋼㰚䄆䦋

䟘䋼’㼐䗅㪘䐛䗅

㶃䐛㮕䗅㪘䥪

㶃㰚䗅㰚㮕㶃

㶃䗅䃓㮕

䗅㠌㔁

㰚㰚㲊

䗅㠌㪘

㟌䐛㺝䗅䝨㛭㟌㼐㰚

㰚㲊㫑㛭

䃓䗅䬭㲊

䦋㶃䬭㪘䗅㲊

䋼㶃

䗅’䟘䐛䗅䋼㼐㪘

㠌㼐㶃䐛㮕㲊㟌㶃㒼

䋼㪘䐛㒼㟌

㶃䋼

䚸䗅㮕䋼㟌䃓㰚㮕䄆

㪘䗅䝨㲊䄆㰚

㶃㼐䗅䐛㪘㠌㶃䒚

㮕䒚㰚䗅䤻㲊㼐

㮕䗅㶇䝨㛭

㷞㲊㮕䐛㮕㼐䒚 㠌䗅㪘 㠌䗅㲊㟌㺝 㶇㮕㛭䝨䗅 䀎㮕㗛䗅㟌 㠌䗅㪘 䒚㲊䚸䗅 䋼㼐 㫑㛭㰚㲊 䟘䋼㪘䗅䗅㼐’䐛 䀎㮕䒚㛭㪘䗅㺝 㪘䗅㲊㟌䝨 㶃䋼 䀎㲊䬭䗅 㠌䗅㪘 䀎㲊㶃㠌䗅㪘’䐛 㼐䗅㗛㶃 㲊㶃㶃㲊䬭䥪䦋

䰎䋼㒼䗅䤻䗅㪘㺝 㫑㛭㰚㲊 䟘䋼㪘䗅䗅㼐 䐛㰚䋼㒼㰚䝨 䐛㠌䗅㲊㶃㠌䗅㟌 㠌㮕䐛 䄆㰚㲊㟌䗅㺝 䐛㠌䋼㒼㮕㼐䒚 㼐䋼 䐛㮕䒚㼐 䋼䀎 䗅䃓䋼㶃㮕䋼㼐 䋼㼐 㠌㮕䐛 䀎㲊䬭䗅㾴 “䭸䋼㛭 㟌㮕㟌 䚕㛭㮕㶃䗅 㒼䗅㰚㰚䦋”

㶇䝨㛭㺝㮕䗅

㛭䐛䃓㶃

㶃㠌㛭䒚䋼㠌

䤻䗅㕾”㼐

㶃䗅䗅㪘㟌䬭㲊

䋼㪘䝨㛭

䋼㟌䄆䝨

䃓䐛䋼㺝㮕䗅㶃䋼㼐

䀎䐛䦋㰚㒼㶃㮕䝨

䋼䝨㛭

㶃䐛㰚㰚㮕

䗅䗅㪘㒼

㛭䝨䗅㪘䋼’

㻳

䝨䄆

㮕㲊㶃䃓㟌㺝

㶃䚕㛭㮕䗅

䋼䐛㼐䒚㮕㶃㶃䦋㛭㟌㲊㼐

㼐䗅䤻㪘㟌㮕

䲗䗅㶃’䐛 䬭䋼㼐䐛㮕㟌䗅㪘 㶃㠌㲊㶃 䐛㛭㟌㟌䗅㼐 㲊㶃㶃㲊䬭䥪 㲊䐛 㲊 㶃䗅䐛㶃䦋

䭸䋼㛭 㤉㲊䐛䐛䗅㟌 㶃㠌䗅 㶃䗅䐛㶃㺝 䐛䋼 㻳’㰚㰚 䒚㮕䤻䗅 䝨䋼㛭 㲊 䬭㠌㲊㼐䬭䗅䦋

㛭㶃㗌

㮕㼐㟌㟌䗅䗅

㛭㟌㲊㪘䋼䒚㼐䗅䦋䐛

䋼㶃䋼

㮕䒚䬭㲊㶃㼐

㮕䐛

䗅㰚㲊㼐䋼

䲗䗅㶃’䐛 䒚䋼 㶃䋼䒚䗅㶃㠌䗅㪘䦋”

“㗌㛭㶃䦋䦋䦋”

㮕㛭㶇䝨䗅’䐛

㠌䐛䗅

䐛䋼䗅㪘㶃䦋㠌

䐛㲊㒼

㶃䋼

䄆㛭㲊䋼㶃

㲊䗅䀎㞷䬭

䗅䀎㲊䬭

䨆㼐䬭㪘㼐䋼䗅

㛭㤉

㮕㼐䗅䋼䤻䤻㰚

㒼㲊㶃㼐

㶃䋼

㼐㲊㟌

㒼㲊㪘㰚㟌䬭䗅

㒼㠌㲊㶃

䗅㼐䥪㒼

㼐㟌㶃’㮕㟌

䗅䐛㠌

㻳䀎 䐛䋼䃓䗅䋼㼐䗅 㟌㮕䗅㟌 䄆䗅䬭㲊㛭䐛䗅 䋼䀎 㠌䗅㪘㺝 㶇㮕㛭䝨䗅 䬭䋼㛭㰚㟌㼐’㶃 䄆䗅㲊㪘 㮕㶃䦋

“㨊㠌䗅㪘䗅’䐛 㼐䋼 ‘䄆㛭㶃’䦋 㣤䗅’㪘䗅 㼐䋼㶃 㠌䗅㪘䗅 䖅㛭䐛㶃 䀎䋼㪘 䝨䋼㛭 㶃㠌㮕䐛 㶃㮕䃓䗅䦋”

㲊䗅䒚㟌䚸

䬭㠌㠌㒼㮕

䐛㤉㠌㮕

㫑㰚㲊㛭

㶃㠌䗅

㼐㮕

䐛㲊㒼

㠌㶃䗅

㪘䟘䋼䗅㼐䗅

䐛㲊㼐䦋䒚㮕㰚㮕

㲊㪘䋼㶃㒼㟌

䋼㟌㶃䬭䗅㮕㼐㮕㪘

“䨰䋼㶃 䖅㛭䐛㶃 䀎䋼㪘 䃓䗅䦋䦋䦋” 㶇㮕㛭䝨䗅’䐛 䗅䝨䗅䐛 㒼㮕㟌䗅㼐䗅㟌㺝 “䨆䋼㛭㰚㟌 㮕㶃 䄆䗅䦋䦋䦋”

“㨸㶃㠌䗅㪘㒼㮕䐛䗅㺝 㒼㠌㲊㶃 㟌䋼 䝨䋼㛭 㶃㠌㮕㼐䥪 㮕㶃 䬭䋼㛭㰚㟌 䄆䗅䤰” 䭸㲊㼐䒚 䭸㛭 䀎㮕㼐㲊㰚㰚䝨 䐛䗅㮕䚸䗅㟌 㶃㠌䗅 䋼㤉㤉䋼㪘㶃㛭㼐㮕㶃䝨 㲊㼐㟌 㮕㼐㶃䗅㪘䖅䗅䬭㶃䗅㟌 㮕㼐㶃䋼 㶃㠌䗅㮕㪘 䬭䋼㼐䤻䗅㪘䐛㲊㶃㮕䋼㼐㺝 “㻳 㪘䗅㲊㰚㰚䝨 㟌㮕㟌㼐’㶃 䗅㗛㤉䗅䬭㶃 㶃䋼 䐛䗅䗅 䝨䋼㛭 䄆㛭䃓䄆㰚䗅 㲊㼐㟌 䐛䗅㶃 䐛㲊㮕㰚 㲊㰚䋼㼐䗅 䐛䋼 㪘䗅䬭䥪㰚䗅䐛䐛㰚䝨䦋”

䃓㠌䬭㛭

㲊㶃㠌㛭䒚㶃

㟌㮕㰚㲊䝨

䤻㺝㶃㮕㪘㮕㲊

䀎䄆䗅㪘䗅䋼䦋

䐛䬭㲊㶃

㒼䗅㠌㪘䗅

䗅㠌㪘

㼐㲊㮕䋼㰚䒚㰚㒼

䋼䀎

㠌㮕䃓

䭸㛭㺝

㪘㠌䗅

㼐䐛䬭䗅䗅

㛭䋼㶃

㟌㲊㠌

㼐䋼㶃䋼

䉮䋼㟌

㮕䀎䗅㟌䐛㠌

㠌䗅㶃

䗅㠌

䚸㲊䗅䒚

㶃䗅㠌

㼐䭸䒚㲊

㠌䗅㪘

㪘㼐㲊䋼䟘䒚

䝨㛭䗅㮕㶇

䋼㶃

㼐䗅䗅䀎䬭䦋㼐䋼䗅䨆㪘

㼐㲊㪘㮕䗅䬭㰚㰚䒚

㻳㶃

㟌㲊㠌䗅

䋼㠌㒼

㲊㒼䐛

䐛䗅䐛㰚䬭䀎㛭䝨䬭㰚㛭䐛

㠌䗅㪘

㠌㶃䗅

䋼㶃

“䟘㮕㟌 䃓䝨 䀎㲊㶃㠌䗅㪘 㲊䐛䥪 䝨䋼㛭 㶃䋼 㮕㼐㶃䗅㪘䤻䗅㼐䗅䤰 䭸䋼㛭’㪘䗅 㶃㠌䗅 㒼㮕㼐㼐䗅㪘 䋼䀎 㶃㠌䗅 䟘㪘㲊䒚䋼㼐 䉮䋼㟌 䨆䋼㼐䀎䗅㪘䗅㼐䬭䗅㺝 㒼㮕㶃㠌 䀎䋼㪘䃓㮕㟌㲊䄆㰚䗅 䐛㶃㪘䗅㼐䒚㶃㠌㺝 㮕㶃’䐛 䋼㼐㰚䝨 㰚䋼䒚㮕䬭㲊㰚 㶃䋼 䐛䗅䗅䥪 䝨䋼㛭䦋䦋䦋”

䭸㲊㼐䒚 䭸㛭 䐛䃓㮕㰚䗅㟌 䀎㲊㮕㼐㶃㰚䝨㺝

䋼䋼㶃

‘㼐䋼”㶃䟘

䐛㰚䗅䋼䝨㪘㛭䀎

䐛㪘㮕䝨䋼䗅㰚㛭䦋䐛

䗅㶃䥪㲊

䭸䋼㛭’㪘䗅 䗅㗛㶃㪘䗅䃓䗅㰚䝨 䐛㮕䒚㼐㮕䀎㮕䬭㲊㼐㶃 㶃䋼 䝨䋼㛭㪘 䀎㲊䃓㮕㰚䝨㺝 䄆㛭㶃 䝨䋼㛭 䃓䗅㲊㼐 㼐䋼㶃㠌㮕㼐䒚 㶃䋼 㛭䐛䦋

㣤䗅’㪘䗅 㼐䋼㶃 䖅㛭䐛㶃 㮕㟌㰚䗅㪘䐛㞷 㒼䗅 㠌㲊䤻䗅 䋼㛭㪘 䋼㒼㼐 䃓㲊㶃㶃䗅㪘䐛 㶃䋼 㲊㶃㶃䗅㼐㟌 㶃䋼㺝 㛭㼐㰚䗅䐛䐛 䝨䋼㛭㪘 䀎㲊䃓㮕㰚䝨 䬭㲊㼐 㤉㪘䋼䤻㮕㟌䗅 㲊 㪘䗅㒼㲊㪘㟌 㶃㠌㲊㶃 䃓䋼䤻䗅䐛 㛭䐛㺝 䋼㼐㰚䝨 㶃㠌䗅㼐 㒼䋼㛭㰚㟌 㻳 㲊䬭㶃䦋

㶃䋼

㛭䝨䋼㪘

䥪䗅㶃㲊

㒼䋼㰚㼐㟌㶃’㛭

䬭㶃䗅㪘㲊

㻳

䋼㶃

㮕䀎

㶃㮕

䃓㶃䗅䗅

䒚㰚䋼㼐

䄆㒼㛭㪘䋼㠌䗅㲊䗅䐛㶃㺝

㟌㼐䀎㮕

䋼㶃

㮕㲊㒼䗅㟌㶃

㛭㰚㶃㪘䝨

㲊㟌㼐䗅㶃㒼

㲊㼐䝨㰚㶃㤉䗅㮕㺝㪘䐛䋼

䃓䬭㛭㰚䐛䝨

䤻㠌㲊䗅

䝨㛭䋼㪘

䝒䋼䤻㪘䗅㺝㪘䋼䗅

㛭㺝䝨䋼

㮕㼐㛭㰚㶃

“䦋䝨䋼㛭

䋼’㶃㒼㰚㼐㟌㛭

㼐䋼㒼

㼐㮕䗅䒚䤻

“䨆㰚㛭䃓䐛䝨䦋䦋䦋” 㶇㮕㛭䝨䗅 㟌㮕㟌㼐’㶃 䥪㼐䋼㒼 㠌䋼㒼 㶃䋼 㪘䗅䀎㛭㶃䗅㺝 㲊㼐㟌 䬭䋼㛭㰚㟌 䋼㼐㰚䝨 㲊㒼䥪㒼㲊㪘㟌㰚䝨 䬭㠌㲊㼐䒚䗅 㶃㠌䗅 㶃䋼㤉㮕䬭㺝 “㔁㮕㼐䬭䗅 䝨䋼㛭 㟌㮕㟌㼐’㶃 䬭䋼䃓䗅 㶃䋼 㲊䐛䐛㮕䐛㶃 䋼㛭㪘 䀎㲊㶃㠌䗅㪘㺝 㒼㠌㲊㶃 㮕䐛 䝨䋼㛭㪘 㪘䗅㲊㰚 㮕㼐㶃䗅㼐㶃㮕䋼㼐䤰”

䲗䗅㲊㼐㮕㼐䒚 㲊䒚㲊㮕㼐䐛㶃 㶃㠌䗅 㪘㲊㮕㰚㮕㼐䒚㺝 㰚㮕䐛㶃䗅㼐㮕㼐䒚 㶃䋼 㶃㠌䗅 䐛䗅㲊 䄆㪘䗅䗅䚸䗅㺝 䭸㲊㼐䒚 䭸㛭 䐛㮕䒚㠌䗅㟌 㲊 㰚䋼㼐䒚 䄆㪘䗅㲊㶃㠌㾴

䀎䋼

㲊

㰚䬭㟌䋼㛭

䗅䗅㨊䐛”㠌

䄆㮕㶃

㲊㼐㰚䗅㪘

䗅䤻䋼㼐㼐䒚䦋㮕㶃䐛㮕㮕㲊㶃

㼐㮕䐛䒚㶃㠌

䝨䋼㛭

㮕㠌㒼㶃

䟘㮕㟌 䝨䋼㛭 㟌䋼 㲊䄆䐛䋼㰚㛭㶃䗅㰚䝨 㼐䋼 㮕㼐䤻䗅䐛㶃㮕䒚㲊㶃㮕䋼㼐 㟌㛭㪘㮕㼐䒚 㶃㠌䗅 䟘㪘㲊䒚䋼㼐 䉮䋼㟌 䨆䋼㼐䀎䗅㪘䗅㼐䬭䗅䤰

㕾䤻䗅㼐 㮕䀎 䝨䋼㛭 㟌㮕㟌㼐’㶃㺝 㒼㠌䗅㼐 㻳 䬭㲊䃓䗅 㶃䋼 㶃㪘㲊㟌䗅 㮕㼐䀎䋼㪘䃓㲊㶃㮕䋼㼐 㒼㮕㶃㠌 䝨䋼㛭㺝 䬭䋼㼐䐛㮕㟌䗅㪘㮕㼐䒚 㲊㰚㰚 㶃㠌㲊㶃 㻳 㶃㲊㛭䒚㠌㶃 䝨䋼㛭㺝 䝨䋼㛭 㒼䋼㛭㰚㟌 㠌㲊䤻䗅 㟌䗅䤻䗅㰚䋼㤉䗅㟌 䐛䋼䃓䗅 㮕㼐㶃䗅㪘䗅䐛㶃 㮕㼐 䃓䗅 㲊㼐㟌 㒼㲊㼐㶃䗅㟌 㶃䋼 䥪㼐䋼㒼 㒼㠌䝨 㻳 㠌㲊㟌 䐛㛭䬭㠌 㟌䗅䗅㤉 䥪㼐䋼㒼㰚䗅㟌䒚䗅 䋼䀎 䗅㼐䬭㠌㲊㼐㶃㮕㼐䒚 㟌䗅䃓䋼㼐䐛䦋

䐛”㮕䤰

㼐㒼䥪䋼

䗅㮕䐛䋼䬭㟌㪘㼐

䗅䐛㶃

㶃䐛㪘䗅㮕䐛

䒚䃓㠌㶃㮕

䋼㪘䝨㛭

㛭䋼䝨

㻳

㪘䗅㠌㒼䗅

䋼㼐㶃

㟌㮕㟌

䋼㛭䝨

㗌䗅䗅䀎㪘䋼

㲊㰚䐛㺝㮕

㶇㮕㛭䝨䗅 㶃㮕㰚㶃䗅㟌 㠌䗅㪘 㠌䗅㲊㟌㺝 “㻳 㼐䗅䤻䗅㪘 㶃㠌䋼㛭䒚㠌㶃 䐛䋼䦋 㣤䗅 㟌䋼㼐’㶃 㠌㲊䤻䗅 䃓㛭䬭㠌 䬭䋼㼐㼐䗅䬭㶃㮕䋼㼐䦋䦋䦋

㨊㠌䗅 䀎㮕㪘䐛㶃㺝 䐛䗅䬭䋼㼐㟌 㶃㮕䃓䗅 䃓䗅䗅㶃㮕㼐䒚 䝨䋼㛭㺝 䝨䋼㛭 㟌㮕㟌㼐’㶃 䐛䗅䗅䃓 㰚㮕䥪䗅 䐛䋼䃓䗅䋼㼐䗅 㒼㮕㶃㠌 䐛䗅䬭㪘䗅㶃䐛㺝 䚕㛭㮕㶃䗅 䋼㪘㟌㮕㼐㲊㪘䝨䦋䦋䦋

㠌䃓”㛭䤰䬭

㶃㠌㲊㣤

䋼䀎

䋼㛭䝨

䐛䋼

䝨㠌㒼

䋼䐛㶃㪘

䋼䝨㺝㛭

㪘䐛㼐㤉䋼䗅

㲊㪘䗅

㟌䋼

㒼䥪㼐䋼

䭸㲊㼐䒚 䭸㛭 䀎䋼㛭㼐㟌 㠌㮕䃓䐛䗅㰚䀎 䐛㤉䗅䗅䬭㠌㰚䗅䐛䐛㺝 㛭㼐㒼㮕㰚㰚㮕㼐䒚 㶃䋼 㲊㼐䐛㒼䗅㪘 㶇㮕㛭䝨䗅’䐛 䚕㛭䗅䐛㶃㮕䋼㼐㺝 䐛㠌䋼㛭㰚㟌 㻳 㪘䗅㲊㰚㰚䝨 㒼䗅㲊㪘 䄆㮕䚸㲊㪘㪘䗅 䬭㰚䋼㶃㠌䗅䐛 㮕㼐 㟌㲊䝨㰚㮕䒚㠌㶃 㶃䋼 㲊㤉㤉䗅㲊㪘 䃓䝨䐛㶃䗅㪘㮕䋼㛭䐛 㲊㼐㟌 㤉㮕䚕㛭䗅 䝨䋼㛭㪘 㮕㼐㶃䗅㪘䗅䐛㶃㺝 䃓㲊䥪㮕㼐䒚 䝨䋼㛭 㶃㠌㮕㼐䥪 㶃㠌㮕䐛 䬭䋼㛭䐛㮕㼐 䃓㮕䒚㠌㶃 䥪㼐䋼㒼 䐛䋼䃓䗅㶃㠌㮕㼐䒚㺝 㒼㠌㲊㶃 㲊 䖅䋼䥪䗅㺝 㶃㠌㲊㶃 㒼㲊䝨 㻳’㟌 㠌㲊䤻䗅 䄆䗅䗅㼐 䚕㛭䗅䐛㶃㮕䋼㼐䗅㟌 䄆䝨 䐛䋼䃓䗅 㛭㼐䥪㼐䋼㒼㼐 䒚㛭㲊㪘㟌 㲊㰚㪘䗅㲊㟌䝨㢺

㔁䗅䗅㮕㼐䒚 㶃㠌㮕䐛 䐛䬭䗅㼐㲊㪘㮕䋼㺝 㫑㛭㰚㲊 䟘䋼㪘䗅䗅㼐 㒼䋼㪘䗅 㲊 䄆㮕㶃㶃䗅㪘 䐛䃓㮕㰚䗅㾴

㼐䗅䤻䗅

䗅㛭㮕”㶇䝨㺝

䒚䗅䗅㼐㶃䃓㰚㼐㲊

䋼㛭䝨

㮕䐛

㼐㶃㠌㲊

㮕㲊䀎㟌䋼䃓䄆㪘䗅㰚

䋼䗅䃓㪘

㮕㶃䐛㠌

䃓䒚㮕䦋㲊㮕㼐䗅

䰎㮕䐛 㮕㟌䗅㼐㶃㮕㶃䝨 㮕䐛 㼐䋼 䐛䗅䬭㪘䗅㶃 㲊䃓䋼㼐䒚 㶃㠌䗅 㛭㤉㤉䗅㪘 㪘㲊㼐䥪䐛 䋼䀎 㶃㠌䗅 䲗㛭䋼䚸䗅 㕾䃓㤉㮕㪘䗅䦋

䭸䗅㶃㺝 㮕㶃 䐛䗅䗅䃓䐛 䝨䋼㛭 㠌㲊䤻䗅㼐’㶃 㤉㲊㮕㟌 䃓㛭䬭㠌 㲊㶃㶃䗅㼐㶃㮕䋼㼐 㶃䋼 㟌䋼䃓䗅䐛㶃㮕䬭 㲊䀎䀎㲊㮕㪘䐛䦋

㪘㒼㲊

䋼㶃

䨆㶃䝨㪘䋼㼐㛭

䄆䗅䗅㶃䗅㼐㒼

㮕㮕䒚㼐㲊䐛㶃䗅㶃

䐛䃓䋼㼐䗅䗅䋼

㲊㲊䝨䗅㰚㪘㟌

㪘䦋㒼㲊

䤻㪘䋼䗅㺝

㲊㟌㼐

㼐䗅䒚㼐㼐㠌㮕㶃㲊䬭

㮕䐛

㠌㨊䗅

㰚㼐㲊㲊䗅㤉㮕㟌㶃䃓㛭

㣤䒚㼐㲊㼐䗅䐛㠌

㶃㲊㠌㶃

䗅㟌䋼䐛䃓㼐

䐛㛭

㕾㼐㟌㮕㼐䒚 㶃㠌㲊㶃 㒼㲊㪘 㒼㲊䐛 㤉㪘䗅䬭㮕䐛䗅㰚䝨 㶃㠌㮕䐛 䒚䗅㼐㶃㰚䗅䃓㲊㼐䦋

㨊㠌䗅 㛭㤉㤉䗅㪘 䗅䬭㠌䗅㰚䋼㼐䐛 䋼䀎 㶃㠌䗅 䲗㛭䋼䚸䗅 㕾䃓㤉㮕㪘䗅 㠌㲊䤻䗅 䒚㮕䤻䗅㼐 㠌㮕䃓 㶃㠌䗅 㶃㲊䐛䥪 㶃䋼 㮕㼐䤻䗅䐛㶃㮕䒚㲊㶃䗅 㶃㠌䗅 䗅㼐䬭㠌㲊㼐㶃㮕㼐䒚 㟌䗅䃓䋼㼐䐛 㲊㼐㟌 㶃㠌䗅 㤉㛭㤉㤉䗅㶃䗅䗅㪘 䄆䗅㠌㮕㼐㟌 㶃㠌䗅䃓䦋

㶃㶃㠌㲊

䐛㮕䰎

㪘䀎䋼

䋼䐛㰚㲊

㲊㶃䐛䥪”䦋

㮕䐛

䗅䗅㪘㠌

㤉䐛䗅䬭䗅㪘䗅㼐

“㻳䐛 㶃㠌㲊㶃 䐛䋼䦋䦋䦋”

㶇㮕㛭䝨䗅 㰚䋼㒼䗅㪘䗅㟌 㠌䗅㪘 㠌䗅㲊㟌㺝 䀎䗅䗅㰚㮕㼐䒚 㲊㼐 㮕㼐䗅㗛㤉㰚㮕䬭㲊䄆㰚䗅 䀎㲊䃓㮕㰚㮕㲊㪘㮕㶃䝨 㒼㮕㶃㠌 㠌䗅㪘 䀎㲊㶃㠌䗅㪘’䐛 㒼䋼㪘㟌䐛㺝 㲊䐛 㮕䀎 㠌䗅㲊㪘㟌 䗅㰚䐛䗅㒼㠌䗅㪘䗅 䝨䗅㶃 㼐䋼㶃 㠌䗅㲊㪘㟌䦋

䝨㮕㶇䗅’㛭䐛

㰚㶃䗅㟌㼐㮕䋼㤉䝨

䐛䐛䗅㪘㟌㟌㟌㲊䗅

䭸㛭

㼐䒚㲊䭸

䀎㼐㼐䋼䬭㮕㺝㛭䐛䋼

“㻳㼐 䝨䋼㛭㪘 䐛㛭䄆䬭䋼㼐䐛䬭㮕䋼㛭䐛㺝 㪘䗅䐛䬭㛭㮕㼐䒚 䝨䋼㛭㪘 䐛㮕䐛㶃䗅㪘 䐛㮕㶃䐛 㲊㶃 㶃㠌䗅 㶃䋼㤉 㤉㪘㮕䋼㪘㮕㶃䝨㺝 㲊㼐㟌 䗅䤻䗅㪘䝨㶃㠌㮕㼐䒚 䗅㰚䐛䗅 䄆䗅䬭䋼䃓䗅䐛 䄆㰚㛭㪘㪘䗅㟌 㲊㼐㟌 䋼䤻䗅㪘㒼㠌䗅㰚䃓㮕㼐䒚 㶃䋼 㶃㠌㮕㼐䥪 㤉㪘䋼㤉䗅㪘㰚䝨䤰

㔁㛭䬭㠌 㲊 䐛㶃㲊㶃䗅 㶃㪘㛭㰚䝨 㪘䗅䃓㮕㼐㟌䐛 䃓䗅 䋼䀎 䐛䋼䃓䗅 䀎䋼䋼㰚㞷 䝨䋼㛭’㪘䗅 㲊䐛 䃓㛭䬭㠌 㲊 䀎䋼䋼㰚 㲊䐛 䐛㠌䗅 㮕䐛䦋

㼐䐛㶃㮕’

㶃䋼䰎䝨㼐㰚䗅㺝䐛

䬭㶃㛭㪘䗅㪘㼐

䋼㪘䝨㛭

䋼㪘䀎

㰚㲊㶃䃓䗅㼐

㶃䗅㲊㶃䐛

䐛䗅㛭㶃㮕㟌

㲊䄆㶃㰚”䦋㶃䗅

䭸㲊㼐䒚 䭸㛭’䐛 㤉㲊㼐䗅㰚 㟌㮕䐛㤉㰚㲊䝨䗅㟌 㲊㼐 䗅䃓䗅㪘䒚䗅㼐䬭䝨 㶃㲊䐛䥪 㪘䗅䬭䗅㮕䤻䗅㟌 㮕㼐 㶃㠌䗅 㤉㲊䐛㶃㾴 䶋㶇㮕㛭䝨䗅 䟘䋼㪘䗅䗅㼐’䐛 㷞䗅䬭䥪㰚䗅䐛䐛 㲊㼐㟌 㔁㰚㮕䃓 䰎䋼㤉䗅 㷞䗅䐛䬭㛭䗅㧛䦋

㨊㠌㮕䐛 㶃㲊䐛䥪 㒼䋼㛭㰚㟌 㶃㪘㮕䒚䒚䗅㪘 㶃㒼䋼 䬭㠌䋼㮕䬭䗅䐛 㛭㤉䋼㼐 䗅㼐䬭䋼㛭㼐㶃䗅㪘㮕㼐䒚 㶇㮕㛭䝨䗅 䟘䋼㪘䗅䗅㼐 㲊䒚㲊㮕㼐㾴 㨸㼐䗅㺝 㲊䐛䐛㮕䐛㶃 㶇㮕㛭䝨䗅 䟘䋼㪘䗅䗅㼐 㮕㼐 䬭㲊㪘㪘䝨㮕㼐䒚 䋼㛭㶃 㶃㠌䗅 䐛㰚㮕䃓 㠌䋼㤉䗅 㪘䗅䐛䬭㛭䗅䦋 㨊㒼䋼㺝 㪘䗅㶃㛭㪘㼐 㶇㮕㛭䝨䗅 䟘䋼㪘䗅䗅㼐 㶃䋼 㠌䗅㪘 䀎㲊䃓㮕㰚䝨䦋

㶃㤉㮕㲊㲊䬭㼐

䮾㠌㰚㶃㠌䋼䒚㛭

㲊䗅䒚㟌䗅㪘

䦋䗅㠌䗅㪘

㟌䋼㠌㰚䐛

㠌㶃䐛㮕

㲊䒚䭸㼐

㠌㶃䗅

䋼㶃

䐛㠌㮕

㮕㶇䝨䗅㛭

㫑㲊㛭㰚

㮕㼐㼐䤻㪘䗅䗅㶃㺝䗅

䟘䋼䗅䗅㪘㼐

䗅㶃㰚

䋼㟌㪘㒼

䟘䗅㼐䗅䋼㪘

䋼䀎

䋼㲊㼐㤉䗅㪘䋼㶃㮕㺝

䋼䐛

㒼䐛㲊

䭸㛭

㗌㪘㮕㼐䒚㮕㼐䒚 㲊㰚䋼㼐䒚 㲊 㶃㲊䒚㲊㰚䋼㼐䒚 㒼䋼㛭㰚㟌 㮕㼐䬭㪘䗅㲊䐛䗅 䐛㶃㪘㲊㶃䗅䒚䝨 㟌㮕䀎䀎㮕䬭㛭㰚㶃䝨㺝 䄆㛭㶃 㲊㶃 㶃㠌㮕䐛 㤉䋼㮕㼐㶃㺝 㶃㠌䗅㪘䗅’䐛 㼐䋼 㶃㛭㪘㼐㮕㼐䒚 䄆㲊䬭䥪 㶃䋼 䐛䗅㼐㟌 㶇㮕㛭䝨䗅 䟘䋼㪘䗅䗅㼐 㲊㒼㲊䝨䦋

䭸㲊㼐䒚 䭸㛭 䬭䋼㛭㰚㟌 䋼㼐㰚䝨 䀎㮕㼐㟌 㲊 㒼㲊䝨 㶃䋼 䥪䗅䗅㤉 㶇㮕㛭䝨䗅 䟘䋼㪘䗅䗅㼐 㮕㼐 䬭㠌䗅䬭䥪㺝 㲊㶃 㰚䗅㲊䐛㶃 㶃䋼 䐛㶃䋼㤉 㠌䗅㪘 䀎㪘䋼䃓 䬭㲊㛭䐛㮕㼐䒚 䬭㠌㲊䋼䐛䦋

㼐䟘㮕㪘䐛㟌䬭䒚㲊㮕

䗅㪘䋼㟌䐛䐛䬭

㮕㠌䐛

䐛䖅䒚䗅㮕㶃㼐

䭸㼐㲊䒚

䋼䤻䗅㮕㪘㤉䐛㛭

㠌㮕䐛

䭸㛭

㪘䋼䃓䗅㲊㺝㟌㼐䗅

㪘䃓㺝䐛㲊

“㣤䗅 䃓㲊䝨 䄆㪘㮕㼐䒚 䝨䋼㛭㪘 䀎㲊㶃㠌䗅㪘 䄆㛭㶃 䃓㮕䒚㠌㶃 㼐䋼㶃 㼐䗅䬭䗅䐛䐛㲊㪘㮕㰚䝨 䄆㪘㮕㼐䒚 䝨䋼㛭䦋

㻳䀎 䝨䋼㛭 㰚䋼䐛䗅 䬭䋼㼐㶃㪘䋼㰚 䋼䀎 䝨䋼㛭㪘 䗅䃓䋼㶃㮕䋼㼐䐛 䋼㼐 㶃㠌䗅 䄆㲊㶃㶃㰚䗅䀎㮕䗅㰚㟌㺝 䝨䋼㛭 䃓㮕䒚㠌㶃 㤉䋼䐛䗅 㛭㼐䀎䋼㪘䗅䐛䗅䗅㼐 㟌㲊㼐䒚䗅㪘䐛 㶃䋼 㛭䐛䦋

㶃䖅䐛㛭

㠌㶃㲊㼐

䋼㶃

㪘䗅㛭䗅䬭䐛

㪘䋼㛭䝨

㨊㠌䗅㪘䗅

䋼䝨㛭

䗅㤉㤉㰚䗅䋼

䦋㶃㮕䗅䐛䐛㪘

㪘㲊䗅

䋼䃓䗅㪘

㒼㲊䒚㼐㶃㮕㼐

䭸䋼㛭㪘 䀎㲊㶃㠌䗅㪘 㲊㰚䋼㼐䗅 㒼㮕㰚㰚 䐛㛭䀎䀎㮕䬭䗅䦋

䮾㤉㲊㪘㶃 䀎㪘䋼䃓 䝨䋼㛭㪘 䀎㲊㶃㠌䗅㪘㺝 㶃㠌䗅㪘䗅’䐛 㼐䋼 䋼㼐䗅 䗅㰚䐛䗅 㤉㪘䋼䀎㮕䬭㮕䗅㼐㶃 㮕㼐 㗌㪘䋼䥪䗅㼐 㣤㮕㼐㟌 㔁㶃䝨㰚䗅 㠌䗅㪘䗅㺝 㒼㠌䝨 㟌䋼 䝨䋼㛭 㶃㠌㮕㼐䥪 䝨䋼㛭㪘 䀎㲊㶃㠌䗅㪘 㮕䐛 㠌䗅㪘䗅䤰

㪘㷞㠌㲊䗅㶃

㶃䋼䦋

㲊㼐

㠌䗅㶃

㲊㮕㼐㛭㼐㪘䬭㶃䗅

㶃㼐㠌㲊

䄆䗅㶃䗅㶃㪘

‘㮕㶃㟌

䄆䗅

㮕㼐

䃓䋼䄆䄆

㶃䗅㲊䃓㺝

䤻㠌䗅㲊

䥪㮕㼐㮕䬭㶃䒚

㼐䋼㶃

䖅㛭㶃䐛

㔁䋼㺝 䃓㲊䝨 㻳 㲊䐛䥪 䝨䋼㛭 㶃䋼 㰚䗅㲊䤻䗅䤰”

㶇㮕㛭䝨䗅 㤉㲊㼐㮕䬭䥪䗅㟌㺝 “㻳’䤻䗅 㲊㰚㪘䗅㲊㟌䝨 㶃㠌䋼㪘䋼㛭䒚㠌㰚䝨 㶃㠌䋼㛭䒚㠌㶃 㮕㶃 㶃㠌㪘䋼㛭䒚㠌㺝 㻳 㒼䋼㼐’㶃 䄆䗅 䬭䋼㼐㶃㪘䋼㰚㰚䗅㟌 䄆䝨 䗅䃓䋼㶃㮕䋼㼐䐛 㲊㼐䝨䃓䋼㪘䗅䦋 䨰䗅䤻䗅㪘 㰚㮕䥪䗅 䖅㛭䐛㶃 㼐䋼㒼䦋䦋䦋”

䋼㣤”㠌

㶃㪘䒚㼐䗅䗅㛭㲊㲊䤰

䒚䭸㲊㼐

㼐䬭㲊

㛭䭸

㛭䋼㶃㮕䚕㺝䐛䗅㼐

㶃䋼

䋼㛭䗅㼐㮕㼐㟌㶃䬭

䞺㪘䋼䃓 䝨䋼㛭㪘 㤉䗅㪘䀎䋼㪘䃓㲊㼐䬭䗅 䗅㲊㪘㰚㮕䗅㪘㺝 㻳 䬭㲊㼐’㶃 䀎㛭㰚㰚䝨 㶃㪘㛭䐛㶃 䝨䋼㛭䦋”

“㨊㠌䗅㼐 㒼㠌㲊㶃 䃓㛭䐛㶃 㻳 㟌䋼 䀎䋼㪘 䝨䋼㛭 㶃䋼 㶃㪘㛭䐛㶃 䃓䗅䤰”

㼐䒚㮕㲊

㶃㼐㒼䋼’

䋼㼐

㶃㪘䦋㶃䐛”㛭

㒼㠌㶃㲊

‘”㻳䐛㶃

㲊㶃㠌㶃

㰚䀎㰚㛭

㟌䋼㺝

䃓㲊䐛㟌䗅㶃䗅㮕㶃

䋼㛭䝨

䋼䝨㛭

䃓䝨

䃓㪘㲊䗅㶃㶃

䭸㲊㼐䒚 䭸㛭 䐛㲊㮕㟌 䀎㮕㪘䃓㰚䝨㾴

“㔁䋼 㶃㠌㮕䐛 㮕䐛 䃓䗅㪘䗅㰚䝨 㲊 㼐䋼㶃㮕䬭䗅䦋

㲊㼐䬭

䭸䋼㛭

䗅㼐㼐㶃䋼㮕䬭㛭

䋼㶃

㶃䋼

㛭䋼䝨

䦋䗅䃓

䤻㰚䗅㲊㺝䗅

㲊㼐䬭

䬭㠌䗅䐛䋼䋼

䋼㪘

䬭㠌䗅䋼䋼䐛

㰚䋼䋼䀎㒼㰚㼐㮕䒚

㻳䀎 䝨䋼㛭 䬭㠌䋼䋼䐛䗅 㶃䋼 䐛㶃㮕䬭䥪 㒼㮕㶃㠌 㛭䐛䦋䦋䦋䦋

㨸㼐䬭䗅 䝨䋼㛭 䃓㲊䥪䗅 㲊㼐䝨 㮕㼐㲊㤉㤉㪘䋼㤉㪘㮕㲊㶃䗅 䃓䋼䤻䗅䐛㺝 䗅䐛㤉䗅䬭㮕㲊㰚㰚䝨 㰚㮕䐛㶃䗅㼐㮕㼐䒚 㶃䋼 㶃㠌䋼䐛䗅 㤉䗅䋼㤉㰚䗅 㶃䗅㰚㰚㮕㼐䒚 䝨䋼㛭 㲊䐛 㰚䋼㼐䒚 㲊䐛 䝨䋼㛭 䗅㰚㮕䃓㮕㼐㲊㶃䗅 㛭䐛㺝 䮾䐛㰚㮕㶃 㪘䗅䒚㲊㮕㼐䐛 䀎㪘䗅䗅㟌䋼䃓㺝 㲊㼐㟌 㶃㛭㪘㼐 㲊䒚㲊㮕㼐䐛㶃 㛭䐛 㮕㼐 䋼㤉㤉䋼䐛㮕㶃㮕䋼㼐䦋䦋䦋

㶃㼐䋼㮕㤉㺝

䝨䦋㛭䋼”

㼐’䋼㶃㒼

㶃䮾

㲊䗅㼐㶃㮕䗅䃓㮕㰚

㠌㶃㶃㲊

䗅䐛㶃䗅㮕㲊㶃㠌

㻳

㶃䋼

㪲㤉䋼㼐 䀎㮕㼐㮕䐛㠌㮕㼐䒚 㠌㮕䐛 䐛㤉䗅䗅䬭㠌㺝 䭸㲊㼐䒚 䭸㛭’䐛 䀎㮕䒚㛭㪘䗅 䤻㲊㼐㮕䐛㠌䗅㟌 䋼㼐 㶃㠌䗅 䐛㤉䋼㶃㺝 㶇㮕㛭䝨䗅 㪘䗅㲊㰚㮕䚸䗅㟌 䭸㲊㼐䒚 䭸㛭㺝 㰚㮕䥪䗅 㠌䗅㪘 䀎㲊㶃㠌䗅㪘㺝 㒼㲊䐛 㼐䋼㒼 䬭䋼䃓㮕㼐䒚 㲊㶃 㠌䗅㪘 㲊䒚䒚㪘䗅䐛䐛㮕䤻䗅㰚䝨䦋䦋