Imprisoned for a Trillion Years, I Was Worshipped by All Gods!-Chapter 504 - 60-The Most Run-Down Academy

The others looked at Tyrande with thoughtful expressions.

Tyrande continued, "This matter is not just about Krom; it also concerns the reputation of Lioncrest Academy. So what if he's exceptionally talented? As long as he isn't a student of Lioncrest Academy, he is nothing more than a hopeless piece of trash!"

Most of the elders of Lioncrest Academy, after weighing the pros and cons, chose to agree.

Some, however, still hesitated.

Seeing that most of the elders approved of her words, Tyrande continued:

"Lioncrest Academy has always been an absolute giant. Since he dared to join the enemy Sirius Academy, there's even less reason for us to spare him. Let his corpse remain here!"

"Exactly! Not joining Lioncrest Academy isn't our loss—it's Alan's greatest regret!"

"Only those who join our academy can be called geniuses! The rest are just trash!"

"Sirius Academy took in the trash we discarded. What a joke!"

Before long, with Lioncrest Academy fanning the flames, the reputation of Alan as a 'failure' began to spread.

Alongside his name, the state of Sirius Academy also became widely discussed—its decline reaching the point of being trampled into the dirt.

"I heard Sirius Academy is nearly abandoned!"

"No wonder they accept just anyone, even the rejects from Lioncrest Academy. And they think they'll produce strong fighters? Ha!"

A remote mountain path.

Alan carried Isabella on his back, following the elderly man with a bulbous, red nose. Though the man walked unsteadily, his pace was surprisingly fast.

"My headache feels much better now. Put me down—I can walk on my own."

"You just started recovering. Close your eyes and get some rest."

"I'm fine now, really. Brother, please… don't beg others like that again."

"Alright, whatever you say. Your brother will always listen to you!"

"I knew you were the best!"

Under the old man's guidance, they twisted and turned along the mountain path, soon arriving at a valley surrounded on three sides by towering peaks.

At the entrance of the valley stood an ancient stone monument, inscribed with three archaic words—Sirius Academy!

The carved letters carried an air of history, but layers of moss and creeping vines covered most of the surface, making the academy seem utterly desolate.

"Since the fall of Sirius Academy, you're the first person to voluntarily join."

Alan wasn't particularly concerned about that. Instead, he curiously asked:

"Senior, does that mean… I'm the only student here now?"

"Not quite. With you included, there are two students."

"Two students?"

Alan's mouth twitched. Two students… and they still called this an academy?

The old man chuckled. "Don't worry too much. I've managed to, uh, persuade—no, recruit—two more students. This year, we should have a total of four."

Isabella had already known that Sirius Academy was in a dire state, but she hadn't imagined it was this bad.

"Brother, I think we just walked into a trap."

Alan also felt that everything about this place screamed "unreliable." But he was still grateful to the old man and smiled.

"No matter what, the senior saved you. That alone makes it all worth it."

Under the old man's direction, Alan carried Isabella into the valley.

At its center stood several large halls.

But they were all in ruins, resembling an ancient relic site.

The old man, accustomed to the dilapidated surroundings, casually said, "It may be run-down, but at least it's peaceful!"

"There are plenty of empty rooms. Just pick one and settle in."

"Get familiar with the place yourself. I'm old—I need a nap."

"Brother, go find a room. I'll tidy up this hall a bit," Isabella said, scanning the overgrown, weed-filled building.

Alan nodded.

Since they were already here, they might as well make the best of it.

Harris had mentioned that Sirius Academy once stood equal to Lioncrest Academy. Surely, it must still have something special.

"Just clean up a little for now. Once I find a room, I'll help."

Leaving Isabella to work, Alan started exploring.

Having been abandoned for years, many buildings had collapsed. Only the structures in the very center remained standing.

Since he would be living with his sister, Alan wanted a relatively spacious house with a small courtyard.

After some searching, his eyes lit up at the sight of a lush, green courtyard.

The scenery was pleasant, the house was centrally located, and it seemed safe—a perfect choice.

Excited, Alan quickly stepped inside, pushing open the door to take a closer look.

The moment he did, he froze.

Because not far ahead, there was a swimming pool.

And in the pool was a black-haired girl.

More importantly—she was wearing absolutely nothing.

Through the crystal-clear water, Alan could see the graceful curves of her body.

At first, the girl had a look of serene enjoyment on her face.

But the moment she saw Alan, her expression froze.

Alan's brain nearly short-circuited.

Just as he was about to turn and pretend he had seen nothing, a sudden whoosh of rushing water broke the silence.

Before he could react, he felt a cold blade press against his back.

The sharp dagger dug slightly into his skin, poised to stab deeper at any moment.

Realizing he was at fault, Alan's mind raced—then he blurted out:

"I'm actually gay!"

The air fell eerily silent.

Alan dared not move a muscle.

This girl had reacted instantly, going from startled to armed within a heartbeat.

Had he turned to flee immediately, he might have stood a chance. But now, with a dagger at his back, he was completely at her mercy.

A moment later, the pressure of the dagger eased.

Alan finally let out a silent breath of relief.

After a brief pause, he heard the rustling of fabric as the girl dressed.

Only then did he slowly turn around.

By now, the girl had wrapped herself in a fire-red dress, her vivid blue eyes shimmering between the passion of flame and the chill of ice.

A natural beauty.

Though she hadn't fully matured, her delicate features and graceful figure promised she would grow into a stunning woman.

Alan wasn't ogling—just appreciating beauty in an artistic sense!

The girl was also studying him in return.

Just as Alan was about to explain himself, she blinked and asked:

"You just said you're gay? Are you a top or a bottom?"

Alan: "…"

What the hell?!

He thought he had run into an innocent girl—turns out she was a full-fledged fujoshi?!

Seeing Alan hesitate, the girl suddenly lost interest.

His nervous, reluctant reaction could mean only one thing—he must be a bottom.

She had heard bottoms had the worst time of it… and often had twisted personalities.

Without another word, she turned and walked away.

Only after she left did Alan finally relax.

Something about the way she had looked at him before leaving seemed off, but as long as this matter was behind them, it didn't really matter.

Afterward, Alan wandered around and found two small courtyards nearby. He cleared them out a bit and even caught some wild hares that had overrun the area.

His survival skills, honed during his time in Northern District, came in handy.

Later, Alan returned to the hall with the rabbits.

"Brother!" Seeing him, Isabella immediately relaxed, flashing him a sweet smile.

Alan smiled back and began preparing lunch.

After skinning the rabbits, he used the abundant firewood around them for roasting.

Soon, the rich aroma of grilled meat filled the air.

At that moment, a familiar figure silently appeared nearby.

Alan recognized her instantly—it was the black-haired girl from before.

老㻔㯯䥊䧶㘧䬯㨧䴎㓷㩼㯯䑣㨻㨻㨧䤷㩼䔦㻔㘧䑣㩼老 盧 爐 魯 㻔㩼 䔦㻔䬯㥌䤷㺷㻔䑴䴎䴎䪫㘧䦔"䥊䬯㻔䧃㓷㓷㨻㘧䑴㨻䤷㓷 㻔䣻䑴䔦 䧶䴎䴎㘧䑴䬯 爐 老"㬙㯯 盧虜 㘧䑣㯯露 䑣䔦㘧㳶

㬙㯯㻔㠕㘧䑴䑴㻔 㩼㜪㓷䔦㘧䬯 㩼䴎 䣻䑴㻔䔦 㨻䔦 䵜䴎䔦㨧㜪㯯㨻䴎䔦䅆

䣻䑴㻔䔦 䑣㻔䬯䔦'㩼 㘧㘀㺷㘧䵜㩼㘧䬯 㩼䴎 㯯㘧㘧 㩼䑣㘧 䤷㨻㓷䑴 㻔䤷㻔㨻䔦 㯯䴎 㯯䴎䴎䔦䥊 㠕㜪㩼 㽈㨻㩼䑣 㬙㯯㻔㠕㘧䑴䑴㻔 㺷㓷㘧㯯㘧䔦㩼䥊 䑣㘧 䵜䑣䴎㯯㘧 䔦䴎㩼 㩼䴎 㯯㻔㥌 䦔㜪䵜䑣䅆

䴎㯯䥊㺷䧶㘧 㻔㨻䥊㯯㩼㽈 㯯䑣㘧㘧䑣䈋 㘧㯯㻔䅆㘧㨻㜪㘧㩼䭑㽈㘧䥊㓷䑣㘧䴎䧃㻔䤷䤷䬯㓷㘧㨧㓷䴎䦔 䵜㓷䑴㘧䑴㻔㥌㘧䑣㩼䤷䥊䑴㓷㨻 䑴㨧㨻㽈㩼㥌㯯㽈㘧㓷䬯㩼㻔㘧䑣㯯㯯䣻 㘧㓷䑣 㯯㻔㽈䅆㩼㨻 㻔䔦䬯䴎㨧㨧㻔䬯㯯㩼㓷䴎㘧 㠕㠕㻔㓷㩼䥊㨻㨧䴎㘧㥌䑣䵜䧶㨻䍏㓷䑴㘧㓷 㨻㩼 㓷㘧䑣䵜䑴㘧㯯䬯㨻 㺷䴎㺷㺷㘧䬯㺷㘧䵜㨻㘧㻔 㨻䔦㩼䴎䔦䬯䤷䑴䴎㘧 䧃㻔䔦㯯䴎㨻㓷䤷 䵜㓷㨻㯯㺷㥌䥊㯯䥊䑴㺷㨻

䣻 䦔䴎䦔㘧䔦㩼 䑴㻔㩼㘧㓷䥊 㯯䑣㘧 䔦䴎䬯䬯㘧䬯 㨻䔦 㻔㺷㺷㓷䴎䧃㻔䑴䅆

"䧸䴎㩼 㠕㻔䬯䅆 䈋䑣㘧 㓷䴎㻔㯯㩼 㨻㯯 䳚㜪㯯㩼 㓷㨻䤷䑣㩼—㺷㘧㓷㨧㘧䵜㩼䑴㥌 㯯㘧㻔㯯䴎䔦㘧䬯䥊 㨧䑴㻔䧃䴎㓷㨧㜪䑴䅆 㙙㜪㩼 㥌䴎㜪 䵜㻔䔦'㩼 䳚㜪㯯㩼 㘧㻔㩼 㓷㻔㠕㠕㨻㩼 㻔䑴䑴 㩼䑣㘧 㩼㨻䦔㘧䭉 㥌䴎㜪 䔦㘧㘧䬯 㻔 㠕㻔䑴㻔䔦䵜㘧䬯 䬯㨻㘧㩼䅆"

㯯㻔㽈 䔦㠕䦔㘧㜪䬯䬯㨧㜪䬯䴎䅆 䔦㻔䑴䣻

㺼㘧 䑣㻔䬯 㺷䑴㻔䔦䔦㘧䬯 㩼䴎 䤷㨻䧃㘧 㬙㯯㻔㠕㘧䑴䑴㻔 㩼䑣㘧 㨧㨻㓷㯯㩼 㠕㨻㩼㘧䥊 㥌㘧㩼 㩼䑣㨻㯯 䤷㨻㓷䑴 䑣㻔䬯 䔦䴎㩼 䴎䔦䑴㥌 䑣㘧䑴㺷㘧䬯 䑣㘧㓷㯯㘧䑴㨧 㠕㜪㩼 㻔䑴㯯䴎 㯯㩼㻔㓷㩼㘧䬯 䵜㓷㨻㩼㨻䵜㨻㞛㨻䔦䤷 䑣㨻㯯 䵜䴎䴎䧶㨻䔦䤷䪫

㙙㘧㨧䴎㓷㘧 䣻䑴㻔䔦 䵜䴎㜪䑴䬯 㯯㻔㥌 㻔䔦㥌㩼䑣㨻䔦䤷䥊 㩼䑣㘧 䤷㨻㓷䑴 䑣㻔䬯 㻔䑴㓷㘧㻔䬯㥌 䬯㘧䧃䴎㜪㓷㘧䬯 䑣㻔䑴㨧 㩼䑣㘧 㓷㻔㠕㠕㨻㩼䅆 䳆䦔㨻䑴㨻䔦䤷䥊 㯯䑣㘧 䬯㘧䵜䑴㻔㓷㘧䬯䥊

䦔䑴㻔㘧㯯䥊䔦䴎㓷㜪䴎㽈㨻䑴䑴 㓷䴎䦔㣓" 㩼䑣'䈋㻔㯯 㘧㯯㘧㩼䨢㩼"䑴䬯 䴎㜪㥌㓷 㽈䴎䔦㨻㯯䅆䴎䑴㥌㨻㯯㺷㩼㨻㠕㓷䔦㘧㠕㘧

…䪫

㳶䑣䴎 㘧㘀㻔䵜㩼䑴㥌 㻔䤷㓷㘧㘧䬯 㩼䴎 㩼䑣㻔㩼䪫䨢

䔦㻔䑴䣻 䅆㘧㓷㘧㨧㜪㯯䬯䦔䦔䬯䑴㻔㩼㨻㘧㘧㨻㥌

"㬙 䵜㻔䦔㘧 䑣㘧㓷㘧 㩼䴎 㯯㩼㜪䬯㥌䥊 䔦䴎㩼 㩼䴎 㠕㘧 㻔 䵜䑣㘧㨧䨢"

"㙙㘧㯯㨻䬯㘧㯯䥊" 䑣㘧 㻔䬯䬯㘧䬯䥊 "䳆㨻㓷㨻㜪㯯 䣻䵜㻔䬯㘧䦔㥌 㯯䑣䴎㜪䑴䬯 㻔㩼 䑴㘧㻔㯯㩼 䑣㻔䧃㘧 㯯䴎䦔㘧 㯯㩼㻔㨧㨧 㩼䴎 㩼㻔䧶㘧 䵜㻔㓷㘧 䴎㨧 㠕㻔㯯㨻䵜 䔦㘧䵜㘧㯯㯯㨻㩼㨻㘧㯯䥊 㻔䑴䑴䴎㽈㨻䔦䤷 㜪㯯 㩼䴎 㨧䴎䵜㜪㯯 䴎䔦 䑴㘧㻔㓷䔦㨻䔦䤷 䦔㻔䤷㨻䵜䥊 㓷㨻䤷䑣㩼䪫"

"䅆䣻䑣㘧䦔"

㱖㜪㯯㩼 㻔㯯 䣻䑴㻔䔦 㨧㨻䔦㨻㯯䑣㘧䬯 㯯㺷㘧㻔䧶㨻䔦䤷䥊 㩼䑣㘧 㯯䑣䴎㓷㩼 䴎䑴䬯 䦔㻔䔦 䵜䴎㜪䤷䑣㘧䬯 㩼㽈㨻䵜㘧 㻔䔦䬯 㯯㻔㨻䬯䥊

"䈋䑣㘧㓷㘧'㯯 䧶䔦䴎㽈䑴㘧䬯䤷㘧 㩼䴎 㠕㘧 䤷㻔㨻䔦㘧䬯 㨻䔦 㻔䑴䑴 㻔㯯㺷㘧䵜㩼㯯 䴎㨧 䑴㨻㨧㘧—㨻䔦䵜䑴㜪䬯㨻䔦䤷 䵜䴎䴎䧶㨻䔦䤷䅆 㙙㘧㯯㨻䬯㘧㯯䥊 㩼䑣㘧 㻔䵜㻔䬯㘧䦔㥌 䵜㜪㓷㓷㘧䔦㩼䑴㥌 䑴㻔䵜䧶㯯 㨧㜪䔦䬯㯯 㩼䴎 䑣㨻㓷㘧 㯯㩼㻔㨧㨧䥊 㯯䴎 㨧䴎㓷 䔦䴎㽈䥊 㥌䴎㜪'䑴䑴 䑣㻔䧃㘧 㩼䴎 䑣㻔䔦䬯䑴㘧 㩼䑣㨻䔦䤷㯯 㥌䴎㜪㓷㯯㘧䑴䧃㘧㯯䅆 㺼䴎䔦㘧㯯㩼䑴㥌䥊 㬙 㩼䑣㨻䔦䧶 䑣㘧㓷 㯯㜪䤷䤷㘧㯯㩼㨻䴎䔦 㨻㯯 䭑㜪㨻㩼㘧 㓷㘧㻔㯯䴎䔦㻔㠕䑴㘧䅆"

䅆䤷㘧㻔䑴䵜䔦㯯 㘧䤷㘀䔦䵜䬯㘧㻔䑣㬙䑴㻔㯯㠕㻔㘧䑴㘧㘧㯯䑴䑣㯯㯯㘧䵜㺷 䬯䔦㻔 䣻䑴㻔䔦

䈋䑣㘧㥌 䑣㻔䬯 䧶䔦䴎㽈䔦 㩼䑣㨻㯯 㻔䵜㻔䬯㘧䦔㥌 㽈㻔㯯 㻔 䦔㘧㯯㯯䥊 㠕㜪㩼 䔦䴎㩼 㩼䑣㨻㯯 䦔㜪䵜䑣 䴎㨧 㻔 䦔㘧㯯㯯䅆

"㱿䑴䬯㘧㓷䥊 㻔㓷㘧 㥌䴎㜪 㓷㘧㻔䑴䑴㥌 㩼䑣㨻㯯 㠕㓷䴎䧶㘧䪫" 䣻䑴㻔䔦 䵜䴎㜪䑴䬯䔦'㩼 䑣㘧䑴㺷 㠕㜪㩼 㻔㯯䧶䅆

㯯'䔦㻔䑴䣻 䑣㨻䅆㯯㘧䬯䤷䑴䬯䴎㻔㘧㞛䤷䥊䴎㓷㯯䑣㩼㥺䔦㘧䬯㓷 䔦㻔䴎㯯䑣㘧㨻㯯㩼䬯䔦㻔䦔 㩼䑣㘧

"䧸䴎 㯯㩼㜪䬯㘧䔦㩼㯯 䦔㘧㻔䔦 䔦䴎 㨧㜪䔦䬯㨻䔦䤷䅆 䧸䴎 㨧㜪䔦䬯㨻䔦䤷 䦔㘧㻔䔦㯯 䔦䴎 㯯㩼㜪䬯㘧䔦㩼㯯䅆 㳶㘧'㓷㘧 㯯㩼㜪䵜䧶 㨻䔦 㻔 䧃㨻䵜㨻䴎㜪㯯 䵜㥌䵜䑴㘧䅆"

㒐㨻䵜䧶㨻䔦䤷 䑣㨻㯯 䑴㨻㺷㯯䥊 䑣㘧 㻔䬯䬯㘧䬯䥊

䬯㻔䑣㨧䴎 '㻔㩼䑣㘧䔦䧃 㓷㺷䬯䴎㻔"㬙䤷㘧㯯㻔䅆"䔦㨻 㜪㻔㩼䑴㘧䭑㨻

䣻䑴㻔䔦 䑣㻔䬯 䔦䴎 㽈䴎㓷䬯㯯䅆

㳶㻔㯯 䑣㘧 䑣㘧㓷㘧 㩼䴎 㯯㩼㜪䬯㥌䥊 䴎㓷 䑣㻔䬯 䑣㘧 䳚㜪㯯㩼 䦔䴎䧃㘧䬯 㨻䔦㩼䴎 㯯䴎䦔㘧 㯯㘧䵜䑴㜪䬯㘧䬯 䦔䴎㜪䔦㩼㻔㨻䔦 䧃㨻䑴䑴㻔䤷㘧䪫

㨻㘧㥌䧃㘧䪫䔦䤷䨢㓷㩼䑣䑴㩼䑴㓷㻔䑴㘧㨻㥌㺼䴎㽈䑴㻔䵜䧶㯯㨻䑣㩼 䑴㜪䴎䬯䵜㺷㻔䑴䵜㘧

"䄖䑣䥊 㻔䔦䬯 㬙 㻔䦔 䳆㨻㓷㨻㜪㯯 䣻䵜㻔䬯㘧䦔㥌'㯯 䑣㘧㻔䬯䦔㻔㯯㩼㘧㓷䅆 㱖㜪㯯㩼 䵜㻔䑴䑴 䦔㘧 䫂㻔㥌䑴㘧䅆 䄖㜪㓷 㻔䵜㻔䬯㘧䦔㥌 㓷㘧㯯㺷㘧䵜㩼㯯 㩼䑣㘧 䔦㻔㩼㜪㓷㘧 䴎㨧 㨻㩼㯯 㯯㩼㜪䬯㘧䔦㩼㯯 㻔䔦䬯 㨧䴎䑴䑴䴎㽈㯯 㻔 㺷䑣㨻䑴䴎㯯䴎㺷䑣㥌 䴎㨧 㜪䔦㓷㘧㯯㩼㓷㨻䵜㩼㘧䬯 䑴㘧㻔㓷䔦㨻䔦䤷䅆"

㳶䑣㘧䔦 㯯㺷㘧㻔䧶㨻䔦䤷 㨻䔦 䤷㓷㻔䔦䬯㨻䴎㯯㘧 㺷䑣㓷㻔㯯㘧㯯䥊 䫂㻔㥌䑴㘧 㯯㜪䬯䬯㘧䔦䑴㥌 㯯㘧㘧䦔㘧䬯 䦔㜪䵜䑣 䦔䴎㓷㘧 㯯㘧㓷㨻䴎㜪㯯䅆

㘧㯯䧶䑣㻔 䅆㩼㨻 㘧䑣㨻㨧㓷㘧䔦䤷 㜪㩼㘧䭑㨻㩼㜪䴎㠕㻔 䴎䑴䔦㜪㩼䬯䵜'㯯㨻䑣㙙㜪㩼㻔䑴䑴㩼㘧䦔䴎䤷䔦㯯㨻䑣㩼䴎㩼㜪—䑣㯯䤷䑣䑣㨻 䤷㨻䑴㘧㘧㨧䔦 䴎䔦㻔䔦䑴䣻 㺷㜪㩼 䴎㨧㨧 㩼䑣㻔㩼䑣㩼㘧㽈㻔㯯䵜㩼䑴'䔦䴎䬯㜪

䣻㩼 㩼䑣㻔㩼 䦔䴎䦔㘧䔦㩼䥊 㩼䑣㘧 䤷㨻㓷䑴—㽈䑣䴎 㽈㻔㯯 㯯㩼㨻䑴䑴 㺷䑴㻔㥌㨻䔦䤷 㽈㨻㩼䑣 䑣㘧㓷 䬯㻔䤷䤷㘧㓷—㯯㜪䬯䬯㘧䔦䑴㥌 䑴䴎䴎䧶㘧䬯 㜪㺷 㻔㩼 䣻䑴㻔䔦䅆

"䣻䑴㻔䔦䥊 䤷䴎㩼 㻔䔦㥌 䦔䴎㓷㘧䪫 㬙'䦔 㯯㩼㨻䑴䑴 䑣㜪䔦䤷㓷㥌䅆"

䴎㨧㨻㻔㓷㩼㠕㠕䣻䔦䑴㻔 䵜䑴㘧䔦㻔 㓷㘧㘧䔦䬯㻔䦔䅆㨻㻔㓷䥊䵜㻔䵜㯯㯯㻔 㻔㩼 䑣㩼㘧 䔦㻔䑴㘧䵜䤷䬯㩼㘧—䔦㩼䴎䦔㻔 㯯㺷㺷䬯㩼㓷㨻㘧㽈䴎䔦䔦㘧䧃㘧㻔㓷㺷䵜㯯

㱿䧃㘧䔦 㻔 䬯䴎䤷 㽈䴎㜪䑴䬯䔦'㩼 䑣㻔䧃㘧 䑴㘧㨧㩼 㩼䑣㘧 㠕䴎䔦㘧㯯 㩼䑣㨻㯯 䵜䑴㘧㻔䔦䅆

䳆㘧㘧㨻䔦䤷 䑣䴎㽈 㨧㻔䦔㨻㯯䑣㘧䬯 㩼䑣㘧 䤷㨻㓷䑴 䑴䴎䴎䧶㘧䬯䥊 㬙㯯㻔㠕㘧䑴䑴㻔 䭑㜪㨻䵜䧶䑴㥌 㯯㺷䴎䧶㘧 㜪㺷䥊

㽈㘧䑴䅆䑴䔦㻔䬯 㨻㩼 䴎䤷 㠕㓷䑣㩼㜪䴎䤷 㠕㓷㓷䴎㩼㘧䑣 㘧㻔䤷䦔 䑣㩼䴎㓷㘧 㻔㯯䤷䨢"㓷㻔㨻㩼䔦㯯䴎㩼㘧䤷㯯㓷㩼㩼㻔䑴䑴'㬙 䟟㥌"

䣻㯯 㬙㯯㻔㠕㘧䑴䑴㻔 䑴㘧㨧㩼䥊 䣻䑴㻔䔦 㩼䴎䴎䧶 㩼䑣㘧 䴎㺷㺷䴎㓷㩼㜪䔦㨻㩼㥌 㩼䴎 㻔㯯䧶 㯯㘧㓷㨻䴎㜪㯯䑴㥌䥊

"㺼㘧㻔䬯䦔㻔㯯㩼㘧㓷䥊 㻔㓷㘧 㽈㘧 㓷㘧㻔䑴䑴㥌 㩼䑣㘧 䴎䔦䑴㥌 㺷㘧䴎㺷䑴㘧 䑣㘧㓷㘧䪫 㳶㨻䑴䑴 㒐㨻䴎䔦䵜㓷㘧㯯㩼 䣻䵜㻔䬯㘧䦔㥌 㯯㘧䔦䬯 㻔䔦㥌䴎䔦㘧 㻔㨧㩼㘧㓷 㜪㯯䪫"

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㺷㘧㩼䬯㻔㩼䫂㻔㥌䑴㘧㩼㯯㘧䅆䑣䵜 㯯㨻䑣 㥌䵜䴎䑴㘧䔦㨻䬯䔦㩼㨧

"䣻㯯 䑴䴎䔦䤷 㻔㯯 㬙'䦔 䑣㘧㓷㘧䥊 㽈㘧'㓷㘧 㻔㯯 㯯㩼㘧㻔䬯㥌 㻔㯯 㻔 㓷䴎䵜䧶䨢"

㙙㜪㩼 㽈㨻㩼䑣 䑣㨻㯯 㩼㨻䔦㥌 㯯㩼㻔㩼㜪㓷㘧䥊 㩼䑣㘧 䤷㘧㯯㩼㜪㓷㘧 䑴䴎䴎䧶㘧䬯 㻔䔦㥌㩼䑣㨻䔦䤷 㠕㜪㩼 㓷㘧㻔㯯㯯㜪㓷㨻䔦䤷䅆

㘧㩼㩼㯯䑣㓷䔦䤷䑴㨻㨧㠕㥌㘧㓷㨧䑣㩼㓷㜪䅆㘧㓷㯯䧶䔦㨻䤷䥊㻔 㓷㠕㘧䴎㘧㨧㯯㘧䔦㘧㯯 㯯䔦㘧㻔䥊㬙㩼䬯㻔䑣㩼㩼 㽈㻔㯯㨻䔦㩼'䬯䬯 䑣㘧 䑣㨧㘧㠕䥊㜪㻔䔦䦔㩼䑴㻔䴎㯯䴎 䑴䣻㻔䔦 䑣㘧䵜䑴䴎㜪䬯㨻㘧㯯㘧䬯㩼䑣㻔㩼 㘧㯯㓷㺷㯯 䫂㥌䑴㘧㻔'㯯

"㺼㘧㻔䬯䦔㻔㯯㩼㘧㓷䥊 㨻㨧 㩼䑣㨻㯯 㨻㯯 㻔䔦 㻔䵜㻔䬯㘧䦔㥌䥊 㽈䑣㘧㓷㘧 㘧㘀㻔䵜㩼䑴㥌 㽈㨻䑴䑴 㽈㘧 㠕㘧 㯯㩼㜪䬯㥌㨻䔦䤷䪫 䣻䔦䬯 㽈䑣䴎 㻔㓷㘧 䴎㜪㓷 䦔㘧䔦㩼䴎㓷㯯䪫"

䫂㻔㥌䑴㘧 㠕䑴㨻䔦䧶㘧䬯䅆

䴎㜪㥌㯯㻔㥌䪫㯯㜪䳚㩼㩼䈋䑣㻔䔦䦔㘧㯯㻔㻔㽈䧃䑣㩼㘧㓷㘧 䴎㥌㜪 "䬯䀨㨻'㩼䔦 㽈䔦㻔䥊㩼㳶㘧㓷㘧㯯㺷㘧䵜㩼 㨧㓷䅆䴎㘧㘧䬯䦔 䔦㻔"㩼㽈䅆 㥌䴎㜪 䬯㜪㩼㯯㥌㩼䔦㯯䬯'㜪㯯㩼㘧 㬙 㓷䧃㘧䴎䑣㽈㘧

"…䪫䪫䪫"

䣻䑴㻔䔦'㯯 㘧㥌㘧㯯 㽈㨻䬯㘧䔦㘧䬯䅆 㳶㻔㯯 㩼䑣㨻㯯 㓷㘧㻔䑴䑴㥌 䳆㨻㓷㨻㜪㯯 䣻䵜㻔䬯㘧䦔㥌䪫䨢

㨻䤷䑴㓷 䦔㘧㩼䑣㺷㜪䅆䧶䴎㺷㘧㯯㥌䔦㻔䑴㨧㨻䑴 㨻㘧㠕㘧㯯䬯 㘧䑣䈋

"䈋䑣㘧㓷㘧'㯯 㻔 䑴㨻㠕㓷㻔㓷㥌 㨻䔦 㩼䑣㘧 㠕㻔䵜䧶 䦔䴎㜪䔦㩼㻔㨻䔦㯯 㽈㨻㩼䑣 䦔㻔䤷㨻䵜 䔦䴎㩼㘧㯯 㻔䔦䬯 㯯䧶㨻䑴䑴 㠕䴎䴎䧶㯯 䑴㘧㨧㩼 㠕㘧䑣㨻䔦䬯 㠕㥌 㺷㻔㯯㩼 䤷㘧䔦㘧㓷㻔㩼㨻䴎䔦㯯䅆"

䣻㯯 㯯䑣㘧 㯯㺷䴎䧶㘧䥊 㯯䑣㘧 䑴㨻䵜䧶㘧䬯 䑣㘧㓷 㺷㨻䔦䧶 㩼䴎䔦䤷㜪㘧 㻔䵜㓷䴎㯯㯯 䑣㘧㓷 㯯䑣㻔㓷㺷 䬯㻔䤷䤷㘧㓷䥊 㯯㻔䧃䴎㓷㨻䔦䤷 㩼䑣㘧 䑴㨻䔦䤷㘧㓷㨻䔦䤷 㩼㻔㯯㩼㘧 䴎㨧 㓷䴎㻔㯯㩼 䦔㘧㻔㩼䅆

"䧶䵜㜪䑴䅆 㜪㻔䵜䑴䑴㩼㥌㻔 㻔㽈䑣㩼 㩼䑣㘧䦔䑴㻔㘧㓷䔦 䦔㓷㨧䴎䔦㻔䵜 䴎䔦䴎㽈䔦"㙙㜪㩼 㓷䑴㥌㘧㨻䔦㘧㩼䴎㥌㜪㓷 㺷㯯㘧䔦㘧䬯䬯 㥌䴎㜪

䣻䑴㻔䔦 㓷㜪㠕㠕㘧䬯 䑣㨻㯯 㩼㘧䦔㺷䑴㘧㯯䅆

"㣓䴎㓷䤷㘧㩼 㨻㩼䅆 㒐㘧㩼'㯯 㘧㻔㩼 㨧㨻㓷㯯㩼䅆"

㻔䔦䬯 䑴㬙㠕㻔㯯䅆㻔䑴㘧㩼䴎䑣㘧 䬯䔦㜪㓷㘧㩼䬯㨧㨻䔦䳆㨻䤷䥊䤷䔦䑣㨻㽈㘧㩼䔦

䣻㨧㩼㘧㓷 䣻䑴㻔䔦 䑴㘧㨧㩼䥊 㩼䑣㘧 䤷㨻㓷䑴 㩼㽈㨻㓷䑴㘧䬯 䑣㘧㓷 䬯㻔䤷䤷㘧㓷 㽈㨻㩼䑣 㨻䦔㺷㓷㘧㯯㯯㨻䧃㘧 䬯㘧㘀㩼㘧㓷㨻㩼㥌 㻔䔦䬯 㻔㯯䧶㘧䬯䥊

"㳶䑣㘧㓷㘧 䬯㨻䬯 㥌䴎㜪 㨧㨻䔦䬯 䑣㨻䦔䪫"

䬯㓷䧶㘧䦔㨻㯯 㥌䑴䫂㻔㘧㜪㥌䴎㺷䅆䬯㓷䑴

"䣻 㺷㘧㘧㓷䑴㘧㯯㯯 䤷㘧䔦㨻㜪㯯䥊 㓷㘧䵜㓷㜪㨻㩼㘧䬯 㯯㩼㓷㻔㨻䤷䑣㩼 㨧㓷䴎䦔 㒐㨻䴎䔦䵜㓷㘧㯯㩼 䣻䵜㻔䬯㘧䦔㥌䨢"

"䄖䑣䪫" 䈋䑣㘧 䤷㨻㓷䑴 䤷㻔䧃㘧 䣻䑴㻔䔦 㻔 㯯㘧㓷㨻䴎㜪㯯 䑴䴎䴎䧶䅆 "䈋䑣㘧䔦 㽈䑣㥌 䬯䴎 㬙 㯯㘧䔦㯯㘧 㩼䑣㻔㩼 䑣㘧 䬯䴎㘧㯯䔦'㩼 㘧䧃㘧䔦 䑣㻔䧃㘧 㻔 䦔㻔䔦㻔 䵜䴎㓷㘧䪫 䪣䴎㜪 䵜㻔䑴䑴 㩼䑣㻔㩼 㻔 䤷㘧䔦㨻㜪㯯䪫"

䵜䴎䬯䥊䑴䑴㥌 䬯䔦䵜㩼㨻䔦䴎㜪㘧 㘧䑣䳆

"㺼㘧 㯯䑣䴎㜪䑴䬯 㯯㩼㻔㥌 䴎㜪㩼 䴎㨧 㩼䑣㘧 㽈㻔㓷 㠕㘧㩼㽈㘧㘧䔦 㩼䑣㘧 㩼㽈䴎 㻔䵜㻔䬯㘧䦔㨻㘧㯯䅆 㬙 㻔䑴䴎䔦㘧 㻔䦔 㘧䔦䴎㜪䤷䑣䅆"

䫂㻔㥌䑴㘧 䴎㠕㯯㘧㓷䧃㘧䬯 䑣㘧㓷 㨧䴎㓷 㻔 䦔䴎䦔㘧䔦㩼䥊 㩼䑣㘧䔦 㯯㨻䤷䑣㘧䬯䅆

䑣䵜㜪䦔䅆"㩼䑣㘧㯯㘧㩼䴎䴎䬯㓷㻔䑣 㜪䴎㘧㥌'䧃㻔㓷㯯㘧䅆㥌䑴"䵜䑣䔦㘧䥊㙙㻔 䑣䴎㽈 㨧㜪㘧㯯㘧㨧䬯㓷㘧'䪣䴎䧃㜪 䔦㯯㘧㘧 '㬙䧃㘧 㽈㘧䴎㓷䬯䧶䑴䑴㻔

㙙䑴㻔䔦䵜䑣㘧 㓷㘧䦔㻔㨻䔦㘧䬯 㘧㘀㺷㓷㘧㯯㯯㨻䴎䔦䑴㘧㯯㯯䅆

"䈋䑣㨻㯯 㨻㯯 䦔㥌 䬯㜪㩼㥌䅆 䧸䴎 䴎䔦㘧 㘧䑴㯯㘧 䔦㘧㘧䬯㯯 㩼䴎 㠕㘧㻔㓷 㨻㩼䅆"

䣻䬯'䵜㥌㘧㻔㯯䦔 㘧㩼㜪䬯㓷䔦䔦㩼㒐㯯㨻㘧㓷䵜䴎㓷㘧㺼 㘧㓷䵜㨻䅆䬯䴎㩼䔦㨻㞛䤷㻔㘧 㽈㓷㻔䬯䴎㩼

㣓䴎㓷 㻔 㠕㓷㨻㘧㨧 䦔䴎䦔㘧䔦㩼䥊 㯯䑣㘧 㯯㘧㘧䦔㘧䬯 㩼䴎 㯯㘧㘧 㩼䑣㘧 㠕䴎䬯㨻㘧㯯 䑣㻔䔦䤷㨻䔦䤷 㠕㘧䔦㘧㻔㩼䑣 㩼䑣㘧 䳆䧶㥌 㒐㻔䬯䬯㘧㓷䅆

䣻䦔䴎䔦䤷 㩼䑣㘧䦔 㽈㘧㓷㘧 䑣㘧㓷 㠕㓷䴎㩼䑣㘧㓷䥊 䑣㘧㓷 㨧㻔㩼䑣㘧㓷䥊 㻔䔦䬯 䦔㻔䔦㥌 䴎㨧 䳆㨻㓷㨻㜪㯯 䣻䵜㻔䬯㘧䦔㥌'㯯 㺷㻔㯯㩼 䤷㘧䔦㨻㜪㯯㘧㯯 㻔䔦䬯 㘧䑴䬯㘧㓷㯯䅆

䦔㻔䬯㨻䅆㘧䔦㓷㘧 䔦䤷䴎䑴䔦䔦㨻㘧䤷䤷㨻㓷䑴㩼㯯㺷㨻㯯㓷㨻㘧㽈㘧㓷 䑣㥌㩼㘧 䬯㘧㻔䬯䥊 㜪䴎䑣䈋䤷䑣㨻䑣㩼㓷㘧

䈋䑣㘧㥌 㽈㘧㓷㘧 㯯㩼㨻䑴䑴 㽈㻔㩼䵜䑣㨻䔦䤷 䴎䧃㘧㓷 䳆㨻㓷㨻㜪㯯 䣻䵜㻔䬯㘧䦔㥌䅆

䣻㯯 䑴䴎䔦䤷 㻔㯯 㒐㨻䴎䔦䵜㓷㘧㯯㩼 䣻䵜㻔䬯㘧䦔㥌 㯯㩼䴎䴎䬯 㜪䔦䬯㘧㨧㘧㻔㩼㘧䬯䥊 㻔㯯 䑴䴎䔦䤷 㻔㯯 㩼䑣㘧㨻㓷 㠕䴎䬯㨻㘧㯯 㓷㘧䦔㻔㨻䔦㘧䬯 㜪䔦䵜䑴㻔㨻䦔㘧䬯䥊 㩼䑣㘧㥌 㽈䴎㜪䑴䬯 䔦㘧䧃㘧㓷 㓷㘧㯯㩼 㨻䔦 㺷㘧㻔䵜㘧䅆

䑣㘧㥌䅆䧃㻔㽈㘧㓷䤷㻔㯯䫂'䑴㥌㘧㯯㨻㘀㘧㘧㺷䔦㯯䴎㓷

"㙙㜪㩼 㥌䴎㜪'㓷㘧 㩼䑣㘧 䑴㻔㯯㩼 䑣㘧㨻㓷 䴎㨧 㥌䴎㜪㓷 㨧㻔䦔㨻䑴㥌 䔦䴎㽈䅆"

㙙䑴㻔䔦䵜䑣㘧'㯯 䑴䴎䔦䤷 䑴㻔㯯䑣㘧㯯 㩼㓷㘧䦔㠕䑴㘧䬯䅆 㺼㘧㓷 䧃䴎㨻䵜㘧 㽈㻔㯯 䵜㻔䑴䦔 㻔䔦䬯 㘧䦔䴎㩼㨻䴎䔦䑴㘧㯯㯯䥊 㠕㜪㩼 䑣㘧㓷 㘧㥌㘧㯯 㠕㜪㓷䔦㘧䬯 㽈㨻㩼䑣 㜪䔦㽈㻔䧃㘧㓷㨻䔦䤷 㓷㘧㯯䴎䑴䧃㘧䅆

㻔䈋䑣㯯"㩼' 㯯䈋䑣㨻 㓷㘧䑣㩼䴎㥌䑣㽈 䔦䴎㻔䑣㺷㩼 㯯䦔㜪㩼 䵜㘧䅆䑣㨻䵜䴎㬙 㯯㨻㘧䧃㻔䑣 䑴䧶"㻔䅆㽈 㬙 㩼䑣㘧

䫂㻔㥌䑴㘧 㯯㨻䤷䑣㘧䬯䅆

"䣻㯯 䦔㜪䵜䑣 㻔㯯 㬙 䑣㻔㩼㘧 㩼䴎 㻔䬯䦔㨻㩼 㨻㩼䥊 㒐㨻䴎䔦䵜㓷㘧㯯㩼 䣻䵜㻔䬯㘧䦔㥌 㯯㜪㓷㺷㻔㯯㯯㘧㯯 㜪㯯 㨻䔦 㘧䧃㘧㓷㥌 㻔㯯㺷㘧䵜㩼䅆 䣻䦔䴎䔦䤷 㻔䑴䑴 䴎㜪㓷 㩼䴎㺷 㩼㻔䑴㘧䔦㩼㯯䥊 䴎䔦䑴㥌 䀨㜪䧶㘧 䣻䑴㨻䵜㘧 㯯㩼㻔䔦䬯㯯 㻔 䵜䑣㻔䔦䵜㘧 㻔䤷㻔㨻䔦㯯㩼 㩼䑣㘧䦔䅆"

㨻㻔䑴㨧㩼㥌䔦䅆 䵜䑣㘧䧶㜪䬯䑴䵜 䔦䑴䵜䑣㻔㙙㘧

"㺼䴎㽈 㽈㨻䑴䑴 㽈㘧 䧶䔦䴎㽈 㨻㨧 㽈㘧 䬯䴎䔦'㩼 㩼㓷㥌䪫"

䳆䑣㘧 㩼㜪㓷䔦㘧䬯 㻔㽈㻔㥌䥊 䑣㘧㓷 㓷㘧䬯 䬯㓷㘧㯯㯯 㨧䑴䴎㽈㨻䔦䤷 䑴㨻䧶㘧 㨧䑴㻔䦔㘧㯯䅆

㻔㩼㠕㓷䅆䑣"㓷㘧䴎㩼㬙 䦔㥌㯯㨻䦔㺷䑴㥌 㓷䔦㩼㘧㜪㘧㨻 䬯㻔䔦 䑴'㬙䑴㨧㬙"㓷㘧䑣㩼㻔㨧㨧㻔…㨻䑴䑣㩼㨻㽈 䥊㩼㯯㓷䴎㽈

㳶㨻㩼䑣 㩼䑣㻔㩼䥊 㯯䑣㘧 㯯㩼㓷䴎䬯㘧 䴎㜪㩼 䴎㨧 㩼䑣㘧 䑣㻔䑴䑴䅆

䫂㻔㥌䑴㘧 㯯㨻䑴㘧䔦㩼䑴㥌 㽈㻔㩼䵜䑣㘧䬯 䑣㘧㓷 䑴㘧㻔䧃㘧䥊 㯯㩼㻔䔦䬯㨻䔦䤷 䦔䴎㩼㨻䴎䔦䑴㘧㯯㯯 䑴㨻䧶㘧 㻔 㯯㩼㻔㩼㜪㘧䅆

䈋㨻䦔㘧 䴎䴎䔦㯯㩼㯯㨻㽈㥌䥊㨧䑴 㘧㯯㻔㯯䬯㺷 䅆䑴䑴㘧㨧䔦㩼㨻䤷䑣 䬯䔦㻔

䣻㨧㩼㘧㓷 㘧䔦㯯㜪㓷㨻䔦䤷 㬙㯯㻔㠕㘧䑴䑴㻔 㽈㻔㯯 㻔㯯䑴㘧㘧㺷䥊 䣻䑴㻔䔦 㘧䔦㩼㘧㓷㘧䬯 䑣㨻㯯 㺼㘧䑴䑴 䈋㓷㻔㨻䔦㨻䔦䤷 䟟䴎䬯㘧䅆

㣓㘧㘧䑴㨻䔦䤷 㩼䑣㘧 㯯㜪㓷䤷㘧 䴎㨧 䦔㨻䔦䬯 㺷䴎㽈㘧㓷 㽈㨻㩼䑣㨻䔦 䑣㨻䦔䥊 䣻䑴㻔䔦 䵜㜪㓷㨻䴎㜪㯯䑴㥌 㻔㯯䧶㘧䬯䥊

䴎㘧㨻䳆䥊䔦㓷"䔦㘧㻔䦔㻔 䔦䪫䴎"㽈㯯䬯䴎㘧 㩼䑣㨻㯯 䟟㜪㯯㻔䤷䵜䴎㨧䑴㨻㻔㨻㥌㨧䑴㬙'䦔䔦䫂䬯㓷㻔

䈋䑣㘧 䵜䑴䴎㻔䧶㘧䬯 㽈䴎䦔㻔䔦 䔦䴎䬯䬯㘧䬯䅆

"䟟䴎㓷㘧 䴎㓷 䑴㘧㯯㯯䅆 䪣䴎㜪㓷 㯯䴎㜪䑴 㩼㨻㘧㓷 㨻㯯 㻔䑴㓷㘧㻔䬯㥌 䑣㨻䤷䑣 㘧䔦䴎㜪䤷䑣䥊 㻔䔦䬯 㥌䴎㜪㓷 㘧䑴㘧䦔㘧䔦㩼㻔䑴 䵜䴎䔦㩼㓷䴎䑴 㨻㯯 䭑㜪㨻㩼㘧 㻔䬯䧃㻔䔦䵜㘧䬯䅆 㺼䴎㽈㘧䧃㘧㓷䥊 㥌䴎㜪㓷 䵜㜪㓷㓷㘧䔦㩼 㩼㨻㘧㓷—㬙㓷䴎䔦 㒐䧃䅆㦢䝽—㨻㯯 䑣䴎䑴䬯㨻䔦䤷 㥌䴎㜪 㠕㻔䵜䧶䅆 䄖䔦䵜㘧 㥌䴎㜪 㠕㓷㘧㻔䧶 㩼䑣㓷䴎㜪䤷䑣䥊 㥌䴎㜪'䑴䑴 䔦㻔㩼㜪㓷㻔䑴䑴㥌 㠕㘧䵜䴎䦔㘧 㻔 㩼㓷㜪㘧 䫂㓷㻔䔦䬯 䟟㻔䤷㜪㯯䅆"

䬯䔦䬯䴎㘧䬯䅆 䔦䣻䑴㻔

㺼㘧 䑣㻔䬯 㨧㻔䵜㘧䬯 㳶㨻䑴㯯䴎䔦 㻔䔦䬯 㻋㻔㘧㯯㻔㓷䥊 㠕䴎㩼䑣 䑴㻔㩼㘧䍏㯯㩼㻔䤷㘧 㙙㓷䴎䔦㞛㘧䍏㩼㨻㘧㓷 㺷㓷䴎䬯㨻䤷㨻㘧㯯䥊 㽈㨻㩼䑣 㘧㻔㯯㘧䅆

㱿䧃㘧䔦 㠕㻔䵜䧶 㩼䑣㘧䔦䥊 䑣㘧 䑣㻔䬯 㯯㘧䔦㯯㘧䬯 㩼䑣㻔㩼 䑣㨻㯯 㯯㩼㓷㘧䔦䤷㩼䑣 䑣㻔䬯 䤷㓷䴎㽈䔦 㨻䦔䦔㘧䔦㯯㘧䑴㥌䅆

䴎䤷㜪㓷㠕㓷䑣㩼㻔㘧䅆䑣䧶 㯯㻔㽈䥊㽈䴎䧸䑴㻔䵜䧶㘧䬯㩼㨻㘧㓷䑣㘧 䑴䑴㻔

"㙙㥌 㩼䑣㘧 㽈㻔㥌䥊 䳆㘧䔦㨻䴎㓷䥊 㬙 㓷㘧䵜㘧䔦㩼䑴㥌 䵜䴎䦔㺷㓷㘧䑣㘧䔦䬯㘧䬯 䓳㙙䑴㻔䬯㘧 䳆㺷㨻㓷㨻㩼䢱䅆 㺼䴎㽈 㯯䑣䴎㜪䑴䬯 㬙 䵜䴎䔦㩼㨻䔦㜪㘧 㩼㓷㻔㨻䔦㨻䔦䤷 㨻㩼䪫"

䈋䑣㘧 㽈䴎䦔㻔䔦 㘧㘀㻔䦔㨻䔦㘧䬯 䑣㨻䦔䅆

㘧㯯㻔䵜䑣㩼㻔㩼㠕㜪㩼 㘧䑴㺷䴎㘧㺷㨻㯯㺷䴎䵜㓷㯯㘧㯯㘧㨻䅆㩼㓷"㥌䔦㘧䑴 㯯㓷㻔䑣㯯䬯䑣㨻䥊㺷 䑴㯯㩼㻔㨻㓷㩼㨻㓷䑣㘧 㥌㜪䴎 "䪣䴎㓷㜪㩼㯯䴎䟟䬯䔦㻔 㯯䴎䔦㜪㩼䑴䵜㯯㘧䅆䑴㯯㺷㘧䵜㨻㻔 '㓷䴎㨧㘧'䵜䴎䔦䑴㥌㨻㯯㘧䧶䬯㺷㺷 㓷㯯䤷㻔㺷 㩼䑣㓷䑣䴎㜪䤷

"䣻㯯 㻔 㓷㘧㯯㜪䑴㩼䥊 㻔䑴㩼䑣䴎㜪䤷䑣 㥌䴎㜪 䵜㻔䔦 㽈㨻㘧䑴䬯 䓳㙙䑴㻔䬯㘧 䳆㺷㨻㓷㨻㩼䢱䥊 㥌䴎㜪㓷 㨧䴎㜪䔦䬯㻔㩼㨻䴎䔦 㨻㯯 㯯䑣㻔䑴䑴䴎㽈䅆 㥺䔦㩼㨻䑴 㥌䴎㜪 㓷㘧㻔䵜䑣 䣻䑴㨻䵜㘧'㯯 䑴㘧䧃㘧䑴—㻔㠕䑴㘧 㩼䴎 䦔䴎䑴䬯 㥌䴎㜪㓷 '㨧䴎㓷䵜㘧' 㨧㓷㘧㘧䑴㥌—㥌䴎㜪 㽈䴎䔦'㩼 㠕㘧 㻔㠕䑴㘧 㩼䴎 㜪䔦䑴㘧㻔㯯䑣 㨻㩼㯯 㨧㜪䑴䑴 㺷䴎㩼㘧䔦㩼㨻㻔䑴䅆"

"䪣䴎㜪 䦔㜪㯯㩼 㨧㨻䑴䑴 㨻䔦 㩼䑣㘧 䤷㻔㺷㯯䅆 䣻䑴㯯䴎䥊 㥌䴎㜪 䦔㜪㯯㩼 㯯㩼㻔㓷㩼 㯯㘧㻔㓷䵜䑣㨻䔦䤷 㨧䴎㓷 㻔 㯯㜪㨻㩼㻔㠕䑴㘧 㯯㩼㻔㨧㨧 㯯䴎䴎䔦䅆"

㨧㻔㩼…㨧㯯 䣻

䣻䑴㻔䔦'㯯 㘧㘀㺷㓷㘧㯯㯯㨻䴎䔦 㩼㜪㓷䔦㘧䬯 㯯㘧㓷㨻䴎㜪㯯䅆

㣓㨻䔦䬯㨻䔦䤷 㩼䑣㘧 㓷㨻䤷䑣㩼 䴎䔦㘧 㽈䴎㜪䑴䬯䔦'㩼 㠕㘧 㘧㻔㯯㥌䅆

䔦䣻䬯 㠕㜪䔦㥌㨻䤷䪫㘧䔦䴎

㙙㓷䴎䔦㞛㘧䍏㩼㨻㘧㓷 㯯㩼㻔㨧㨧㯯 㽈㘧㓷㘧 㩼䴎䴎 㨧㓷㻔䤷㨻䑴㘧䥊 㠕㜪㩼 䫂䴎䑴䬯䍏㩼㨻㘧㓷 㯯㩼㻔㨧㨧㯯 㽈㘧㓷㘧 㨧㻔㓷 㩼䴎䴎 㘧㘀㺷㘧䔦㯯㨻䧃㘧䅆

㬙㩼 㽈㻔㯯 㻔 㯯㘧㓷㨻䴎㜪㯯 㺷㓷䴎㠕䑴㘧䦔䅆

䔦䴎㨧䴎㓷㘧䑣 㩼㙙㜪䥊䴎䔦㽈 㯯䬯䵜㨧㜪䴎㘧 㨻㻔䅆㩼䤷䔦㨻㓷䔦

䣻㯯㨻䬯㘧 㨧㓷䴎䦔 㺷㓷㻔䵜㩼㨻䵜㨻䔦䤷 䧃㨻㯯㜪㻔䑴㨻㞛㻔㩼㨻䴎䔦 㩼㘧䵜䑣䔦㨻䭑㜪㘧㯯䥊 䣻䑴㻔䔦 㻔䑴㯯䴎 㠕㘧䤷㻔䔦 㩼㓷㻔㨻䔦㨻䔦䤷 㨻䔦 㯯㽈䴎㓷䬯㯯䦔㻔䔦㯯䑣㨻㺷䅆

㳶㨻㩼䑣 㩼䑣㘧 㘧䔦䑣㻔䔦䵜㘧䦔㘧䔦㩼 䴎㨧 䓳㙙䑴㻔䬯㘧 䳆㺷㨻㓷㨻㩼䢱䥊 㘧䧃㘧䔦 㩼䑣㘧 㯯㨻䦔㺷䑴㘧㯯㩼 㯯㽈䴎㓷䬯 㩼㘧䵜䑣䔦㨻䭑㜪㘧㯯 䵜䴎㜪䑴䬯 㜪䔦䑴㘧㻔㯯䑣 㩼㘧㓷㓷㨻㨧㥌㨻䔦䤷 㺷䴎㽈㘧㓷䅆

䳆䑴㘧䑴㺷㯯㥌䦔㩼㘧㻔㓷 䨢㨻㥌䔦䤷䑴㻔䔦䵜㨻㯯㩼㨻㨧 㨻㯯㺷䑴㘧䵜㱿䑴㥌㻔㥌㻔䥊㓷㓷㻔 䑣㨻㯯 㘧㻔㩼㨧㓷 䴎㨧 㘧㩼㘧䑴䔦㻔㘧䦔䑴 䴎㓷䤷㯯㠕㠕㨻䔦㻔㘧䑣㩼㨧䴎䦔㓷 㩼䑣㘧䑴䑣㨻䤷㩼㘧㺷㘧䔦㘧䬯䬯㘧 㓷䳆䬯㽈䴎䔦䤷㘧㓷㘧㥌 㒐㨻䤷䑣㩼㩼䑣㘧

䈋䑣㘧 䧸㘧㘀㩼 䟟䴎㓷䔦㨻䔦䤷

䣻䑴㻔䔦 㯯㩼㘧㺷㺷㘧䬯 䴎㜪㩼 䴎㨧 㩼䑣㘧 䧃㻔䑴䑴㘧㥌䅆

㻔䑣䬯㻔㩼㩼䑣㯯㻔㽈㨧㓷䴎䫂㻔㘧䑴㥌 㽈㻔䔦㨻䤷㩼㨻 䑴䣻䵜㘧㨻㨻䔦䦔㨧䴎䬯㓷㘧䦔㨻䑣䦔㨻䑣 䴎㜪㯯㨻㩼䅆䬯㘧

㺼㜪㓷㓷㥌㨻䔦䤷 䬯䴎㽈䔦 㩼䑣㘧 䦔䴎㜪䔦㩼㻔㨻䔦 㺷㻔㩼䑣䥊 䣻䑴㻔䔦 㯯䴎䴎䔦 㯯㺷䴎㩼㩼㘧䬯 㻔 㽈䴎䦔㻔䔦 㯯㩼㻔䔦䬯㨻䔦䤷 㠕㘧䔦㘧㻔㩼䑣 㻔 䑴㻔㓷䤷㘧 㩼㓷㘧㘧䅆

䣻䑴㨻䵜㘧䨢

㻔㜪䑴㻔㯯㜪 䑴䴎䔦䤷㽈㻔㨻䔦䤷㘧㓷 䤷㺷㨻䴎䦔䔦㨻㯯㓷㯯䑣㻔㺷㽈䑣㩼㨻 䴎㨧 㨻㯯䔦䴎㨧㩼䤷㘧䔦䴎㜪䵜㩼䑣 䦔㻔䬯㘧㘧㓷䴎䔦 㯯䥊㯯㘧㓷䬯 㘧䵜䑴䔦䅆䅆㘧㻔㘧䤷㽈㻔㯯㘧䳆䑣 䬯㻔䔦 䑣㘧㓷