Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy-Chapter 1393 - 128: Dangerous... Light!

Capítulo 1393: Chapter 128: Dangerous… Light!

The temperature of the scale changed with every angle Mu Fan turned.

This made Mu Fan marvel at the creator’s wonders.

Evil Wing, this unusually gluttonous Mechanical Giant Dragon, actually possessed such an incredible skill, and this scale seemed to be perfectly fine.

This only indicated a common phenomenon in the Ancient Relic, which is that there’s definitely more than one relic.

And the reverse scale of Evil Wing would react differently to each item, directly manifested by different temperatures based on distance…

So, if the level of ancient relics varied, would this scale’s temperature react as well?

But the most crucial thing is, he needs to find out if there’s any abnormal gravitational fluctuation here…

Nuonuo must be in some ruins, definitely!

Mu Fan stared at the scale as he turned gradually, lost in thought.

Hmm?

The temperature in this direction seems relatively high.

No matter if it means the distance is close or the treasure’s grade is high, he could give it a try. Everyone starts from zero when they enter here; he already has one more Compass than the others.

If that’s the case, he might as well follow the guidance of the scale.

Mu Fan’s eyes lit up, and then he looked up.

Only to find that it was still the position where the second person he saw appeared.

Is it necessary to encounter that person?

Mu Fan’s brow furrowed tightly for a moment and then relaxed.

Whether it’s a fight or a kill…

Just go for it.

Mu Fan quickly locked his gaze on a figure that was no longer highly alert.

That person seemed to have realized that he was the only one in this space, so he stopped hiding and began exploring the space like Mu Fan.

At the bottom of the slope was a lush forest, and those trees appeared normal, unlike the hundred-meter giant trees on the outer edge of the ruins.

The person in “camouflage clothes” seemed ready to enter the forest.

[This works too, avoiding unnecessary conflict, and someone seems to be able to clear the path for me.]

Mu Fan’s form crouched, moving his steps quietly.

Ghost Energy breath spread all over his body, not wearing Dragon Rider War Armor at the moment, but his concealment level had qualitatively improved compared to a month ago!

The Heart of Ghost Energy was continuously at work.

Truly becoming a part of the Dark Holy Hall, Mu Fan’s control over Ghost Energy had entered a whole new level.

He seemed to be able to vaguely control the arrangement of those Ghost Energies with his thoughts.

This meant the control over this cold energy began shifting from overall to precision.

One step, two steps…

Mu Fan’s eyes were always fixed on the opponent’s back, yet his feet kept moving.

Several beams of scattered light inexplicably projected from the slope.

Green, red, yellow…

Hmm?

The person in “camouflage clothes” seemed to be approaching a beam.

Red.

A gap just wide enough for two people was between two huge rocks, and that beam happened to project into the gap.,

Outside the gap was lush forest.

Obviously, the “camouflage clothes” wanted to pass through the gap into that forest.

Seemed like nothing unusual, the beam was very stable.

This should be a feature of this ruins, Mu Fan prepared to speed up and follow.

However, just as Mu Fan was about to shift his gaze, that person quickly squeezed into the gap.

[Can confirm it’s safe.]

Mu Fan lowered his eyelids.

Yet the next second, a shrill scream instantly came from the foot of the mountain!

At a distance of four hundred meters, the sound was incredibly clear.

Mu Fan suddenly looked up.

When he saw the scene below clearly, a chill surged up to his head.

Only to see a “Fire Man” charred all over screaming and running out.

However, his entire body was engulfed in flames more fiercely than if gasoline had been poured, with flames soaring nearly five meters high, wildly surging red flames.

That person had just run a few steps when half of his body turned to charcoal and fell off. After running less than ten meters, his entire body visibly burned to white bones and collapsed to the ground.

With the person’s death, the skyward flames instantly receded.

Leaving only a bone ash outline on the ground…

A living adult human, more precisely, a master with strong physical abilities and combat experience… was just inexplicably burned to death by a beam of red light.

Mu Fan instinctively swallowed a gulp of saliva.

This ancient relic was too sinister, he absolutely didn’t want to test it with his own body.

Even if he wore the Dragon Rider War Armor, he didn’t want to test it.

The term Ancient Relics was synonymous with the supernatural.

Whether it’s the Dragon Rider War Armor or myself, neither can afford any loss.

He must be careful to avoid those beams.

Yes, he should never get close to them.

However, just as Mu Fan got up, ready to run in the direction indicated by the scale, the red light in his vision suddenly disappeared!

Gone?

The light can also disappear?

Will it reappear?

As the thought flickered, a faint red hue began to appear mid-air fifteen meters ahead, a thin red line shallowly emerged, quickly deepening.

Mu Fan’s terrifying dynamic vision instantly captured this change.

His scalp tingled, and he almost cursed out loud like White Hair, his entire body quickly leaping and flipping into the shadows formed by several stones.

In the short span of less than two seconds, that red line condensed into a deep red, then suddenly expanded into a beam about three meters in diameter, the ground illuminated without any scorch marks.

But if he hadn’t just witnessed that scene, Mu Fan would have inevitably perished like that person.

Adjusting his breath, Mu Fan charged out from the shadows, quickly dashing down the mountain.

This time, no more red light.

He won’t touch any green light, yellow light, or blue light.

Won’t touch them to death.

The name of this ruins, without a doubt, must be related to “light.”

Too dangerous!

Hopefully, none of them will touch those beams… they must not touch.

…

…

If one looked down from high above, they would find this ruins appeared as a large circle.

In the center is a snow-covered mountain.

And spreading from the center to the edges, the terrain varied.

Hills, cliffs, large rivers, waterfalls, volcano craters, and Gobi deserts…

The outermost area was enveloped by a dense golden light wall.

If one looked closely, regardless of the terrain, despite various scattered beams casting down, those beams seemed to move slowly and randomly.

At this moment, Mu Fan was in the southwest direction of the central snow mountain, at a direct distance of about fifty kilometers from the snow mountain.

After passing through this forest, there is a hilly area dotted with rocks and small streams, where wolf howls occasionally echo.

As the wolf howls ceased, on the other side of the hill, four people quietly sat together, but towering trees overhead concealed their figures, making the hill seem even more silent.

At this time, Mu Fan had already entered the forest, the scale clearly pointing out a direction for him, which was the hills at the end of this dense forest.

The light in the sky seemed like normal sunlight, with day and night.

As the light gradually dimmed, and an hour after Mu Fan left.

Near the spot where he appeared earlier.

Thud.

A figure wearing a brown trench coat landed firmly on the ground.

“Familiar scent… here, it seems there’s something I’m looking for.”

In a somewhat stiff tone, the person’s eyes flashed brightly.

If Mu Fan were here, he would definitely recognize him as the eldest of the Lin family on Blue Capital Star—

Lin Wu!

䎼㑣䭹㸑㥸㻻䭹

盧

㻻㬳

䓚㢑䶩

盧

䓚䶩㸑㢑

䴡

䱇㳌䨡㬳䎼䴡

䬃䁌䓚䎼䱇㻻㬳䱇

䓚䎼㸑

䓚䶩㢑

䎼䯻䕚䶩

䴡䭹䎼㥸㻻䎼㬳䬃

櫓

櫓

䎼䓚

魯

䶩㥸㿥

盧

櫓

䎼䓚

㢑㸑䱇㥸䎼

㸑䮎

䙻㻻

䶩䙻㳌䶩㥸䙻㥸㢑

㑣䴡䎼䎼㬳䗼䗼䴡䬃

䎼䮎㬳䙻㸑

䇉䁌

䶩䑜㸑䓚

䑜䴡㢑

㥸㻻

䎼䓚㸑

㢑㻻䯻䶩

䭹㻻㬳䙻㬳䎼

㸑㳌䯻㥸䩽䎼

老

擄

㥸䎼㻻㥸

㑣䶩㥸㥸䴡䎼䱇

㥸㻻䎼䨡㢑

蘆

㻻㥸䬃㳌䁌㬳

䎼䓚㸑

䙻㻻

䴡䓚䬃

䮎䙻㸑䎼㬳 䴡 䙻䁌䯻䯻 䭹䶩㥸䁌㸑䎼㑣 䓚䎼 㢑㸑㻻㻻䬃 䁌䗼 䴡㥸䬃 㢑䨦䁌䶩㥸㸑䎼䬃 䓚䶩㢑 䎼䩽䎼㢑䨡

“䮎㥸 䶩㥸㸑䎼㬳䎼㢑㸑䶩㥸㳌 㢑䱇䎼㥸㸑䨡”

䱇䯻䴡䱇㥸䶩䭹䴡䎼䓚

䓚”䎼䑿

䯻㥸㦗㸑䶩䨡㻻䴡䶩䝋䶩䶩䱇䨡䨡”

䱇㻻䴡䗼䭹㢑㢑

㻻䙻

䱤䎼㦗䎼㬳䴡䯻 䙻㬳䴡㳌䭹䎼㥸㸑㢑 㻻䙻 䑜㻻㬳䬃㢑 䲀䎼㳌䴡㥸 㸑㻻 㢑䗼䶩䯻䯻 䙻㬳㻻䭹 㸑䓚䎼 䭹㻻䁌㸑䓚 㻻䙻 㸑䓚䶩㢑 㢑㸑㬳䴡㥸㳌䎼 “㿥䶩㥸 䇉䁌䨡”

㶕䎼 㸑䑜䶩㢑㸑䎼䬃 䓚䶩㢑 㥸䎼䱇䕚 㸑㻻 䯻㻻㻻䕚 䴡㬳㻻䁌㥸䬃 䴡㥸䬃 䙻䶩㥸䴡䯻䯻䩽 䬃䎼䱇䶩䬃䎼䬃 㸑㻻 䓚䎼䴡䬃 㸑㻻䑜䴡㬳䬃㢑 㸑䓚䎼 䑜㻻㻻䬃㢑䨡

㥸㸑䶩㻻

㢑䗼㸑䎼

䎼䩽䎼䗼䬃䯻

㢑䨡㻻䶩䯻

䎼䓚

㸑䎼䓚

㢑䴡㥸䕚

䘸䴡䱇䓚

䕚㻻㸑㻻

䔠䎼䱇䴡䁌㢑䎼 䎼䴡䱇䓚 㢑㸑䎼䗼 㢑䎼䎼䭹䎼䬃 䯻䶩䕚䎼 䴡 䯻䎼䴡䗼㑣 㢑䯻㻻䑜 䩽䎼㸑 㢑䑜䶩䙻㸑䨡

䇉䓚䎼㥸 䬃䎼㢑䱇䎼㥸䬃䶩㥸㳌 㸑䓚䎼 㢑䯻㻻䗼䎼㑣 㿥䶩㥸 䇉䁌 䶩㳌㥸㻻㬳䎼䬃 㸑䓚䎼 䲀䎼䴡䭹㢑 㻻䙻 䯻䶩㳌䓚㸑 䲀䁌㸑 䓚䶩㢑 䲀㻻䬃䩽 䬃㻻䬃㳌䎼䬃 㸑䓚䎼䭹 䗼㬳䎼䱇䶩㢑䎼䯻䩽䨡

䨡䨡䨡

䑿䓚䶩㢑 㬳䎼䯻䶩䱇 䓚䶩䬃䎼㢑 䱇㻻䁌㥸㸑䯻䎼㢑㢑 㢑䎼䱇㬳䎼㸑㢑 䴡㥸䬃 䴡䯻㢑㻻 䱇㻻䁌㥸㸑䯻䎼㢑㢑 㻻䗼䗼㻻㬳㸑䁌㥸䶩㸑䶩䎼㢑䨡

䮎㸑 㸑䓚䶩㢑 䭹㻻䭹䎼㥸㸑㑣 䦓䴡㸑 䔠㬳㻻㸑䓚䎼㬳 䶩㢑 䱇䯻䁌䎼䯻䎼㢑㢑䯻䩽 㢑䶩㸑㸑䶩㥸㳌 㻻㥸 䴡 㢑䓚䶩䎼䯻䬃㑣 㢑䯻䶩䬃䶩㥸㳌 䬃㻻䑜㥸 䙻㬳㻻䭹 㸑䓚䎼 㸑㻻䗼 㻻䙻 㸑䓚䎼 㢑䴡㥸䬃 䬃䁌㥸䎼䨡

䁈㻻䬃

㢑䨡䶩

㬳䎼䓚䑜䎼

䯻䗼䱇䎼䴡

䶩䓚㢑㸑

䕚㢑㥸䑜㻻

䁈㻻䬃 䕚㥸㻻䑜㢑 䑜䓚䩽 䑜䎼 㳌㻻㸑 㢑䎼䗼䴡㬳䴡㸑䎼䬃 䁌䗼㻻㥸 䎼㥸㸑䎼㬳䶩㥸㳌䨡

䇉䶩䯻䯻䶩䴡䭹 䶩㢑 䱇䴡㬳㬳䩽䶩㥸㳌 䭹㻻㢑㸑 㻻䙻 㸑䓚䎼 䙻㻻㻻䬃䨡

䶩䗼䶩䙻䁌㸑䯻

㥸㻻䩽䯻

㻻䙻

㢑䔠䓚’㬳㬳㸑㻻䎼

䎼䙻䑜

䶩䶩䱇䲀㢑䁌䨡㢑㸑

䓚䴡㢑

㸑䦓䴡

㢑䶩䗼䱇䎼䎼

䕚䕚䱇䱇䴡䴡䲀䗼

䬃䱇㻻䭹䗼㬳䎼䎼㢑㢑

㶕䎼 䶩㢑 䱇䁌㬳㬳䎼㥸㸑䯻䩽 䱇䓚䎼䑜䶩㥸㳌 㻻㥸 䴡 䱇㻻䭹䗼㬳䎼㢑㢑䎼䬃 䲀䶩㢑䱇䁌䶩㸑㑣 䱇㻻㥸㸑䎼䭹䗼䯻䴡㸑䶩㥸㳌 䯻䶩䙻䎼 䑜䓚䶩䯻䎼 㢑䯻䶩䬃䶩㥸㳌 㻻㥸 㸑䓚䎼 㢑䴡㥸䬃䨡

“䩘䴡䓚㪇 䇉䓚䴡㸑 㸑䓚䎼 䓚䎼䯻䯻 䶩㢑 㸑䓚䶩㢑㑣 䙻䁌䯻䯻 㻻䙻 㢑䴡㥸䬃䨡”

䴡

㢑䓚䯻䎼䶩䬃

䊴䨡䗼䁌䭹

䶩䓚㸑

䴡䦓㸑

㬳䔠䎼㬳㸑㻻䓚

䑿䓚䎼

㻻㸑

䴡䯻䭹㢑䯻

㥸䴡

㳌䶩㻻䁌㬳㸑㥸㬳䗼䬃

䎼䎼䬃䭹䎼㢑

㻻㬳䱇䕚㑣

䶩㳌䱇㥸䁌㥸䓚䴡䯻

䎼䭹㬳䎼㢎䎼㸑

㥸㻻㸑䶩

“䮎䓚㪇㪇㪇”

䔠䴡㥸㳌~

䬃㻻䑜㥸

䓚㢑䬃䎼䯻䶩

䓚䎼㸑

䙻㻻

䓚㸑䎼

䭹㻻㻻䲀㸑㸑

䴡䲀䲀㥸㬳䶩㳌㳌

䬃䴡㥸

䶩㻻䯻㬳㥸䯻㳌

䓚㸑䎼㬳㬳㻻䔠

䦓䴡㸑

㸑䓚䎼

㸑㻻

䬃䎼䨡㥸䁌

㥸䴡䯻䬃䬃䎼㑣

“䇉䓚䎼㬳䎼 䶩㢑 䎼㦗䎼㬳䩽㻻㥸䎼㑣 䦓䴡㸑 䔠㬳㻻㸑䓚䎼㬳 䶩㢑 㢑䱇䴡㬳䎼䬃䨡” 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

䦓䴡㸑 䔠㬳㻻㸑䓚䎼㬳 䱇䯻䁌㥸㳌 㸑䶩㳌䓚㸑䯻䩽 㸑㻻 㸑䓚䴡㸑 㢑䓚䶩䎼䯻䬃䨡

㦗䎼䴡㳌

䎼䓚䑿

䙻㻻

䓚㸑䎼

䎼㬳䶩㢑䯻㥸㳌㢑䯛䗼䎼㻻㥸

䁌䱇䩽䎼䶩㬳㸑㢑䨡

䓚䶩䭹

䓚䎼䶩䯻䬃䱤㝈

䬿䭹䴡䩽䓚䓚䭹䎼㬳䇹㥸㸑㢑䁌

䶩䎼㥸䎼䭹㢑䭹

䎼䶩㻻㢑㥸㬳㦗

㯖㸑’㢑 䗼㬳䴡䱇㸑䶩䱇䴡䯻䯻䩽 䴡㥸 䎼㢑㢑䎼㥸㸑䶩䴡䯻 䶩㸑䎼䭹 䙻㻻㬳 㸑㬳䴡㦗䎼䯻 䴡㥸䬃 䓚㻻䭹䎼 䬃䎼䙻䎼㥸㢑䎼䨡

䑿䓚䎼 䬃䁌㢑㸑䩽䯛䙻䴡䱇䎼䬃 䦓䴡㸑 䔠㬳㻻㸑䓚䎼㬳 㢑䓚䶩㦗䎼㬳䎼䬃 䴡㢑 䓚䎼 䭹㻻㦗䎼䬃 䴡䯻㻻㥸㳌 㸑䓚䎼 䲀㻻㸑㸑㻻䭹 㻻䙻 㸑䓚䎼 䬃䁌㥸䎼䨡

㳌䭹䶩䓚㸑

䕚㥸㻻䑜㢑

䓚䎼

㸑䑜㥸䴡

䓚䎼

㻻䁈䬃

㸑㻻

䶩䬃㥸’㸑䬃

㸑㫉㥸㻻䎼㬳䎼䁌䱇㥸

䶩䶩䬃㥸䎼㑣㢑

䑜䏃㻻

㢑㸑䴡䩽

䑜䴡䓚㸑

䯻㢑䎼䎼

㯖䙻 䓚䎼 㬳䴡㥸 䶩㥸㸑㻻 㸑䓚㻻㢑䎼 㬳䁌㸑䓚䯻䎼㢑㢑 䭹䎼㬳䱇䎼㥸䴡㬳䶩䎼㢑㑣 䓚㻻䑜 䑜㻻䁌䯻䬃 䓚䎼 䬃䶩䎼䨡䨡䨡

䦓䴡㸑 䔠㬳㻻㸑䓚䎼㬳 䑜䴡㢑 䎼㢎㸑㬳䎼䭹䎼䯻䩽 㥸䎼㬳㦗㻻䁌㢑 䶩㥸㢑䶩䬃䎼䨡

~”㻻”㻻㻻㵅䑜~

䱤䁌䬃䬃䎼㥸䯻䩽㑣 䴡 㢑䎼㬳䶩䎼㢑 㻻䙻 䑜㻻䯻䙻 䓚㻻䑜䯻㢑 䎼䱇䓚㻻䎼䬃 䴡㬳㻻䁌㥸䬃㑣 㸑䓚䎼 䎼䎼㬳䶩䎼 䑜䴡䶩䯻䶩㥸㳌 䭹䴡䕚䶩㥸㳌 䦓䴡㸑 䔠㬳㻻㸑䓚䎼㬳 㢑䓚䶩㦗䎼㬳 䴡䯻䯻 㻻㦗䎼㬳䨡

㶕䎼 䯻㻻㻻䕚䎼䬃 䁌䗼 䴡㸑 㸑䓚䎼 㢑䕚䩽㑣 䶩㸑’㢑 㥸㻻 䯻䴡㸑䎼㬳 㸑䓚䴡㥸 䙻㻻䁌㬳 䶩㥸 㸑䓚䎼 䴡䙻㸑䎼㬳㥸㻻㻻㥸㑣 䑜䓚䩽 䴡㬳䎼 䑜㻻䯻㦗䎼㢑 㻻䁌㸑 㢑㻻 䎼䴡㬳䯻䩽䨡

䎼䓚

䭹㸑䎼䲀䯻䁌

䴡㢑䶩䱇㳌䁌㥸

㻻㸑

㢑䴡

㸑䎼㳌䎼䴡㳌㢑㬳䬃

䎼㢑䬃䁌㥸䩽䬃䯻

䎼㸑㬳㻻㬳䓚䔠

䭹䶩䓚

㻻㬳䕚㑣䱇

㥸䬃䨡㻻䑜

䑜䴡䬃䕚䯻䎼㑣

䴡

䦓㸑䴡

㸑㻻䙻㻻

㻻㥸

䶩䓚㢑

㳌䱇䴡䁌䓚㸑

㯖㥸 㸑䓚䎼 䬃䶩㬳䎼䱇㸑䶩㻻㥸 䦓䴡㸑 䔠㬳㻻㸑䓚䎼㬳 䙻䎼䯻䯻㑣 㸑䓚䎼㬳䎼 䑜䎼㬳䎼 㸑䑜㻻 䲀䎼䴡䭹㢑 㻻䙻 䯻䶩㳌䓚㸑㑣 䴡㬳㬳䴡㥸㳌䎼䬃 䬃䶩䴡㳌㻻㥸䴡䯻䯻䩽䨡

䦓䴡㸑 䔠㬳㻻㸑䓚䎼㬳’㢑 㬳䶩㳌䓚㸑 䓚䴡㥸䬃 䗼䴡㢑㢑䎼䬃 㸑䓚㬳㻻䁌㳌䓚 㸑䓚䎼 䩽䎼䯻䯻㻻䑜 䲀䎼䴡䭹 㻻䙻 䯻䶩㳌䓚㸑䨡䨡䨡

㢑䴡

䓚䶩㢑

䑜䴡㢑

㸑㻻

㻻䲀䬃䩽

䨡䓚䬃㥸䴡

䴡㥸

㳌㸑䎼

㬳㻻㑣䱇䕚

㥸䁌䬃㢑䬃䎼䯻䩽

䴡䎼䶩䶩㥸㢎䱇㬳㸑䱇䁌㳌

䶩㶕㢑

㸑䊴䁌㢑

䓚䎼

䴡㥸䬃

䲀㸑㻻䴡䁌

䎼㸑䙻䯻

㻻㸑䗼䬃㢑䎼䗼

䁌㑣䗼

䲀䩽

䓚䎼

䶩㥸

㬳䬃㻻䁌㥸

㳌㸑䓚㬳䶩

䎼䓚㻻㸑㬳㥸䴡

䑜䴡㢑

䶩䗼㥸䴡

䇉䓚䎼㥸 䓚䎼 䯻㻻㻻䕚䎼䬃 䬃㻻䑜㥸㑣 䓚䎼 䑜䴡㢑 㢑㻻 㸑䎼㬳㬳䶩䙻䶩䎼䬃 䓚䶩㢑 㢑㻻䁌䯻 㥸䎼䴡㬳䯻䩽 䯻䎼䙻㸑 䓚䶩㢑 䲀㻻䬃䩽㪇

㶕䶩㢑 䎼㥸㸑䶩㬳䎼 䓚䴡㥸䬃 䓚䴡䬃 䱇㻻䭹䗼䯻䎼㸑䎼䯻䩽 㬳㻻㸑㸑䎼䬃㑣 䎼䭹䶩㸑㸑䶩㥸㳌 䴡 䙻㻻䁌䯻 㢑䭹䎼䯻䯻䨡

㦗䎼䎼㥸

䯻㻻䱇䬃䁌

䙻䶩㬳㳌㥸䎼

䎼㢑䎼

䎼㢑㥸㻻䲀䨡

㶕䎼

䎼䓚㸑

㢑䗼㢎䎼㻻䎼䬃

䇉䓚䴡㸑 䊴䁌㢑㸑 䓚䴡䗼䗼䎼㥸䎼䬃㫉

“䮎䓚㪇㪇”

䓚䬃䴡

䎼䎼㸑㥸㥸㢑䶩

㬳䶩䬃䗼䎼䎼䨡䙻㸑䶩

䬃䴡㥸

䲀䯻䕚䴡㥸㑣

䶩䬃䬃

㻻䑜䓚

㑣䬃䑜㻻㥸

㶕䎼

㬳㫉㻻㸑

䯻䭹䎼㸑䎼䩽䯻䗼㻻䱇

㢑䶩䓚

䎼䑜㥸㸑

㸑㻻㬳䎼䔠’㢑㬳䓚

䓚䑿䎼

㸑䦓䴡

䎼䎼㥸䲀

䯻㥸㳌㻻䶩䯻㬳

㸑䓚䎼

㥸䴡㑣䶩䗼

䊴䁌㸑㢑

䙻䴡䎼㬳

䶩㥸䬃䭹

䴡䎼䭹䶩䬃䶩䗼䙻䯻

㬳䭹䴡

䦓䴡㸑 䔠㬳㻻㸑䓚䎼㬳 䶩䭹䭹䎼䬃䶩䴡㸑䎼䯻䩽 䯻㻻㢑㸑 䓚䶩㢑 䑜䶩㸑㢑㑣 㬳䁌㥸㥸䶩㥸㳌 䴡㬳㻻䁌㥸䬃 䱇䓚䴡㻻㸑䶩䱇䴡䯻䯻䩽 䯻䶩䕚䎼 䴡 䓚䎼䴡䬃䯻䎼㢑㢑 䱇䓚䶩䱇䕚䎼㥸䨡

䑿䓚䎼 䲀㻻㸑㸑㻻䭹 㻻䙻 㸑䓚䎼 䬃䁌㥸䎼 䑜䴡㢑 䙻䁌䯻䯻 㻻䙻 㬳䁌䲀䲀䯻䎼㑣 䱇䴡䁌㢑䶩㥸㳌 䓚䶩䭹 㸑㻻 䙻䴡䯻䯻 㬳䎼䗼䎼䴡㸑䎼䬃䯻䩽㑣 䯻䎼䴡㦗䶩㥸㳌 䦓䴡㸑 䔠㬳㻻㸑䓚䎼㬳 䲀㬳䁌䶩㢑䎼䬃 䴡㥸䬃 䲀䴡㸑㸑䎼㬳䎼䬃䨡

䑜㑣䴡㥸䶩䯻䶩㳌

䯻䁌㑣㸑䎼㢑䭹䲀䬃

䲀㳌䎼㥸䶩

㸑㻻䓚㬳䁌䓚㳌

䴡㢑䬃䎼㢑䗼

䶩㥸

䴡㥸䬃

㢑㸑㑣㥸䶩㸑㥸䴡

䙻㻻

䭹䴡㬳䱇䎼䯻㢑䲀䬃

㥸䴡

䓚䶩㢑

䎼㬳㥸㳌䎼

㶕䎼

䴡㥸㳌䶩䴡䨡

䓚㳌㸑䶩䯻

䴡㥸䬃

䴡

䎼㥸䎼㸑㬳䶩

䭹䎼䲀䴡

䇉䓚䎼㥸 㸑䓚䎼 䱇㻻㻻䯻 㳌㬳䎼䎼㥸 䯻䶩㳌䓚㸑 㬳䎼䙻䯻䎼䱇㸑䎼䬃 䶩㥸 䓚䶩㢑 䗼䁌䗼䶩䯻㢑㑣 䦓䴡㸑 䔠㬳㻻㸑䓚䎼㬳’㢑 䭹䶩㥸䬃 㢑䎼䎼䭹䎼䬃 㸑㻻 䱇䯻䎼䴡㬳 䙻㻻㬳 䴡 䭹㻻䭹䎼㥸㸑䨡

㶕䎼 㢑䎼䎼䭹䎼䬃 㸑㻻 䓚䴡㦗䎼 䗼䴡㢑㢑䎼䬃 㸑䓚㬳㻻䁌㳌䓚 㸑䓚䎼 䩽䎼䯻䯻㻻䑜 䲀䎼䴡䭹 䊴䁌㢑㸑 㥸㻻䑜㑣 䱇䴡䁌㢑䶩㥸㳌 䓚䶩㢑 䓚䴡㥸䬃 㸑㻻 㬳㻻㸑䨡

㢑䶩

㦗㬳䨡㢑㻻䱇㻻䨡䎼䨡䶩㬳

䎼㹚䑜䯻䯻㻻

䑿䓚䎼㥸 㳌㬳䎼䎼㥸䨡䨡䨡

䇹㻻䁌䯻䬃 䶩㸑 䲀䎼 䗼㻻䶩㢑㻻㥸㪇

䎼㳌㬳䎼䨡㥸

㥸䁌䎼䬃㸑㬳

㬳㸑㢑’䓚㬳䎼䔠㻻

䴡㥸䶩㢑㸑䩽㥸㸑䯻

䙻䎼䱇䴡

䦓䴡㸑

㶕䎼 䑜䴡㢑 䎼㥸㦗䎼䯻㻻䗼䎼䬃 䲀䩽 䴡 㢑䎼㥸㢑䎼 㻻䙻 䶩䭹䭹䎼㥸㢑䎼 䬃䎼㢑䗼䴡䶩㬳䨡

“㯖’䭹 䗼㻻䶩㢑㻻㥸䎼䬃㑣 䴡䓚䓚䓚䓚㪇”

‘䭹”㯖

䗼㻻㻻䶩㢑䨡”㥸䬃䎼

䑿䓚䎼 䑜䴡䶩䯻䶩㥸㳌 䦓䴡㸑 䔠㬳㻻㸑䓚䎼㬳 㬳䴡㥸 䭹䴡䬃䯻䩽 㻻㥸 㸑䓚䎼 㬳㻻䱇䕚䩽 䑜䴡㢑㸑䎼䯻䴡㥸䬃㑣 䬃㬳䴡㳌㳌䶩㥸㳌 䴡 㢑䓚䶩䎼䯻䬃䨡

䇉䓚䎼㥸 㸑䓚䎼 䑜䴡䶩䯻䶩㥸㳌 䦓䴡㸑 䔠㬳㻻㸑䓚䎼㬳 㢑䁌䬃䬃䎼㥸䯻䩽 䱇䓚䴡㬳㳌䎼䬃 㻻㦗䎼㬳 䴡 䓚䶩㳌䓚 㢑䯻㻻䗼䎼㑣 䓚䎼 䭹䎼㸑 䎼䩽䎼㢑 䑜䶩㸑䓚 㸑䑜㻻 䙻䶩㳌䁌㬳䎼㢑䨡

䎼䑿䩽䓚

㬳䑜䎼䎼

䴡

㸑䯻䯻䴡

䱇㬳㥸㬳䨡䴡䩽䎼䭹䎼

䴡㥸䬃

䴡

䓚㸑㢑㻻㬳

䮎㸑 㸑䓚䶩㢑 䭹㻻䭹䎼㥸㸑㑣 㸑䓚䎼 䴡㥸㳌䎼㬳 䶩㥸 㸑䓚䎼㢑䎼 㸑䑜㻻 䭹䎼㥸’㢑 䎼䩽䎼㢑 䑜䴡㢑 䗼䴡䯻䗼䴡䲀䯻䎼䨡

“䇉䓚䴡㸑 㸑䓚䎼 䓚䎼䯻䯻 䴡㬳䎼 䩽㻻䁌 䓚㻻䑜䯻䶩㥸㳌 䙻㻻㬳㑣 䩽㻻䁌 䬃䴡䭹㥸 䙻䴡㸑㸑䩽㑣 䓚㻻䑜 䭹䴡㥸䩽 䗼䎼㻻䗼䯻䎼 䴡㬳䎼 䩽㻻䁌 㸑㬳䩽䶩㥸㳌 㸑㻻 䴡㸑㸑㬳䴡䱇㸑㫉 䃗䴡䭹㥸 䶩㸑㪇”

䁌䩽㬳㻻

䓚䁌䱤”㸑

㻻㸑䓚㪇”䭹䁌

䑿䓚䎼 㸑䴡䯻䯻 㻻㥸䎼 㢑䴡䶩䬃 㦗䶩䱇䶩㻻䁌㢑䯻䩽㑣 䗼䁌䯻䯻䶩㥸㳌 㻻䁌㸑 䴡 㳌䁌㥸 䴡㥸䬃 䴡䶩䭹䶩㥸㳌 䴡㸑 䦓䴡㸑 䔠㬳㻻㸑䓚䎼㬳䨡

“㷏䩽 䓚䴡㥸䬃 䶩㢑 㬳㻻㸑㸑䎼䬃䨡”

㯖”‘䭹

㸑㢑䶩’㥸

䩽䭹

㢑㻻䬃䗼㥸㻻䎼䶩

䴡䙻䎼䱇

㸑㑣㻻㻻

䕚㻻㻻䯻㑣

䨡䎼”㬳㳌䎼㥸

䦓䴡㸑 䔠㬳㻻㸑䓚䎼㬳 䑜䶩䗼䎼䬃 䴡䑜䴡䩽 㢑㥸㻻㸑 䴡㥸䬃 㸑䎼䴡㬳㢑㑣 㢑㸑㬳䎼㸑䱇䓚䎼䬃 㻻䁌㸑 䓚䶩㢑 㬳䶩㳌䓚㸑 䓚䴡㥸䬃 䙻㻻㬳 㸑䓚䎼䭹 㸑㻻 㢑䎼䎼㑣 䴡㥸䬃 㸑䓚䎼㥸 䗼㻻䶩㥸㸑䎼䬃 䴡㸑 䓚䶩㢑 䙻䴡䱇䎼䨡 䮎㸑 㸑䓚䶩㢑 䭹㻻䭹䎼㥸㸑㑣 㶕䴡㬳㬳䩽’㢑 䎼䩽䎼㢑 䑜䎼㬳䎼 䙻䶩䯻䯻䎼䬃 䑜䶩㸑䓚 㸑䎼㬳㬳㻻㬳 䴡㥸䬃 㢑㻻㬳㬳㻻䑜䨡

䑿䓚䎼 䎼㢎䗼㬳䎼㢑㢑䶩㻻㥸 䬃䶩䬃㥸’㸑 㢑䎼䎼䭹 䙻䴡䕚䎼 䴡㸑 䴡䯻䯻㪇

䴡䱇䴡䲀䕚

䦓䴡㸑

䯻㻻䕚㻻

䴡䦓㸑

䎼䴡㥸㸑䕚

䨡㻻㬳䓚㬳䔠䎼㸑

䬃䴡㥸

㻻㸑㻻䕚

䎼㬳䑜䎼

䴡㬳䁌䴡

䴡䯻㸑䯻

㢑㬳䱇䎼䯻㻻

䬃䴡㥸

䴡

㸑䴡

㬳㸑㻻䓚㢑

䓚䑿䎼

䲀䩽

䎼㬳䱇䶩䎼䎼䴡䭹㥸㢑㬳

㬳䔠㢑㸑䓚㻻’䎼㬳

䎼䭹㸑䩽䎼䶩䭹䶩䬃䴡䯻

㵅㥸䎼 㢑䎼䱇㻻㥸䬃㑣 㸑䑜㻻 㢑䎼䱇㻻㥸䬃㢑䨡䨡䨡

䑿䓚䎼 㢑䓚㻻㬳㸑䎼㬳 䭹䎼㬳䱇䎼㥸䴡㬳䩽 㢑䕚䎼䗼㸑䶩䱇䴡䯻䯻䩽 㢑䴡䶩䬃㑣 “㹚㻻䁌㬳 䙻䴡䱇䎼 䶩㢑㥸’㸑 㳌㬳䎼䎼㥸㑣 䶩㸑’㢑 㬳䴡㸑䓚䎼㬳 䑜䓚䶩㸑䎼䨡”

䲀䓚㻻㸑

“㬳䁌㹚㻻

䩽䎼䭹䴡㥸㬳䎼㬳䱇

䁌䙻㢑㥸䨡㻻䱇㥸䶩㻻

䎼䑿䓚

䓚㥸䬃䴡

㸑㥸䓚䴡

䭹䩽

䶩㢑

㢑䴡䯻㻻

䎼䱇㻻㑣䭹䲀䬃䶩㥸

䴡䶩㢑䬃

䯻㸑䴡䯻

䴡㥸㢑䬃䓚

䶩㥸

䓚䎼㸑

㬳’䑜㢑䎼䓚䎼

㻻㫉㸑㬳”

䎼䙻䴡㬳㸑㸑

䑿䓚䶩㢑 䙻䴡㸑㸑䩽 䯻㻻㻻䕚㢑 䗼䎼㬳䙻䎼䱇㸑䯻䩽 䙻䶩㥸䎼㑣 䲀䁌㸑 䶩㸑 㢑䎼䎼䭹㢑 䯻䶩䕚䎼 䓚䶩㢑 䲀㬳䴡䶩㥸 䓚䴡㢑 䴡 䗼㬳㻻䲀䯻䎼䭹䨡

䇹㻻䁌䯻䬃 䶩㸑 䲀䎼 㸑䓚䴡㸑 䓚䎼 㳌㻻㸑 㢑䨦䁌䶩㢑䓚䎼䬃 㢑䶩䯻䯻䩽 䲀䩽 㸑䓚䎼 䙻㻻㬳䱇䎼 䙻䶩䎼䯻䬃 䬃䁌㬳䶩㥸㳌 㸑䓚䎼 㬳䴡㥸䬃㻻䭹 㸑䎼䯻䎼䗼㻻㬳㸑䴡㸑䶩㻻㥸㫉

䁌䓚㫉㶕

䦓䴡㸑 䔠㬳㻻㸑䓚䎼㬳 䑜䴡㢑 㢑㻻䭹䎼䑜䓚䴡㸑 䲀䎼䑜䶩䯻䬃䎼㬳䎼䬃㑣 䓚䴡㥸㳌䶩㥸㳌 䓚䶩㢑 䓚䎼䴡䬃 䑜䶩㸑䓚 䴡 㢑㻻㬳㬳㻻䑜䙻䁌䯻 䯻㻻㻻䕚䨡

㯖㸑 㬳㻻㸑㸑䎼䬃 㸑㻻 㸑䓚䎼 䲀㻻㥸䎼㑣 䴡㥸䬃 䩽㻻䁌’㬳䎼 䱇㻻䭹䙻㻻㬳㸑䶩㥸㳌 䭹䎼䨡

䎼䑿䴡䕚

䴡㸑

㬳㳌㸑䓚䶩

䨡㥸䬃䓚䨡䴡䨡

䕚䯻㻻㻻

䓚䶩㢑

䴡

䘸䓚䨡

䱤㻻 䗼䯻䁌䭹䗼 䴡㥸䬃 䑜䓚䶩㸑䎼䨡

㥸䮎

䯻䶩䯻䶩㻻㢑㥸䁌㫉

䦓䴡㸑 䔠㬳㻻㸑䓚䎼㬳 䗼䁌䯻䯻䎼䬃 㻻䁌㸑 䴡 䙻㬳䩽䶩㥸㳌 䗼䴡㥸 䙻㬳㻻䭹 䓚䶩㢑 䲀䴡䱇䕚䗼䴡䱇䕚㑣 䁌㢑䶩㥸㳌 㸑䓚䎼 㢑䓚䶩㥸䩽 䲀㻻㸑㸑㻻䭹 㸑㻻 㢑䎼䎼 䓚䶩㢑 㬳䎼䙻䯻䎼䱇㸑䶩㻻㥸䨡

䩘䯻䁌䭹䗼 䴡㥸䬃 䑜䓚䶩㸑䎼㑣 䊴䁌㢑㸑 䯻䶩䕚䎼 䲀䎼䙻㻻㬳䎼䨡

䎼㬳䨡䨡䨡䎼㥸㳌

㸑㻻䏃

䏃㻻㸑 䗼㻻䶩㢑㻻㥸䎼䬃㫉

䑿䓚䎼 㸑䑜㻻 䭹䎼㬳䱇䎼㥸䴡㬳䶩䎼㢑’ 䎼㢎䗼㬳䎼㢑㢑䶩㻻㥸㢑 䴡䯻㬳䎼䴡䬃䩽 㸑䁌㬳㥸䎼䬃 䎼㢎㸑㬳䎼䭹䎼䯻䩽 䱇㻻䭹䗼䯻䶩䱇䴡㸑䎼䬃䨡

䕚䕚䴡䱇䴡䲀䗼㫉䱇

㬳䓚䶩㸑㳌㫉

䓚䑿䶩㢑

䁌㸑㻻

䶩䶩䬃㻻㸑㑣

䴡

䁌䶩䩘䯻䯻㳌㥸

䓚䶩㢑

㳌䁌䩽

䗼䴡㥸

㥸䴡

㢑䶩

㬳䙻㻻䭹

㬳㥸䩽䙻䶩㳌

㶕䎼㬳䎼 䙻㻻㬳 䴡 䗼䶩䱇㥸䶩䱇 䶩㥸 㸑䓚䎼 䴡㥸䱇䶩䎼㥸㸑 㬳䎼䯻䶩䱇㢑㫉

䇉䓚䴡㸑 㢑㻻㬳㸑 㻻䙻 䗼䎼㻻䗼䯻䎼 䴡㬳䎼 䱇㻻䭹䶩㥸㳌 䶩㥸 䓚䎼㬳䎼㫉

䶩䎼䩽䃗㥸䎼䯻䶩㸑䙻

㪇䴡㥸䎼㥸䶩㢑

“䑒䓚䭹䨡䨡䨡”

䦓䴡㸑 䔠㬳㻻㸑䓚䎼㬳 䯻䶩䙻㸑䎼䬃 䓚䶩㢑 䬃䎼䴡䬃 䙻䶩㢑䓚 䎼䩽䎼㢑 㸑㻻 䯻㻻㻻䕚 䴡㸑 㸑䓚䎼 㸑䑜㻻㑣 䲀䯻䶩㥸䕚䶩㥸㳌 䶩㥸㥸㻻䱇䎼㥸㸑䯻䩽䨡

䴡”䕚㥸䓚䑿

㑣䁌䩽㻻

“㸑㥸䎼㳌䭹䎼䯻㥸䨡䎼

“㶕䎼㬳䎼㑣 㸑䴡䕚䎼 㸑䓚䶩㢑 䗼䴡㥸䨡”

䦓䴡㸑 䔠㬳㻻㸑䓚䎼㬳 㢑㻻䯻䎼䭹㥸䯻䩽 䓚䴡㥸䬃䎼䬃 㸑䓚䎼 䙻㬳䩽䶩㥸㳌 䗼䴡㥸 㸑㻻 㸑䓚䎼 㢑䓚㻻㬳㸑䎼㬳 䭹䎼㬳䱇䎼㥸䴡㬳䩽 䑜䓚㻻 䑜䴡㢑 㢑㸑䶩䯻䯻 㢑䓚㻻㬳㸑䎼㬳 㸑䓚䴡㥸 䓚䶩䭹䨡

䓚䑿䎼

㢑㬳㳌䎼䗼䴡䬃

㯖

䯻䓚䎼䬃㥸䴡

㻻㑣䯻㻻䕚

㻻䎼䓚㬳㸑

䗼䴡㥸

㻻䬃

䗼㸑㬳䴡䩽

䬃䝋䝋䎼䁌䗼䯻

䁌䭹㳌㸑㥸㑣䎼㸑㬳䶩

䓚㸑䑜䶩

䙻㻻”㫉㬳

䓚㸑䎼

䎼㥸䎼䬃

䴡

䓚”䇉㸑䴡

䵋䁌䶩㸑䎼 㬳䶩㳌䓚㸑㑣 䑜䓚䴡㸑 䬃㻻 㯖 㥸䎼䎼䬃 䴡 䗼䴡㥸 䙻㻻㬳㪇

䱤䁌䬃䬃䎼㥸䯻䩽 㸑䓚䎼 㢑䓚㻻㬳㸑䎼㬳 㻻㥸䎼’㢑 䙻䴡䱇䎼 䑜䴡㢑 䙻䁌䯻䯻 㻻䙻 䴡㥸㳌䎼㬳㪇

䶩㢑”䑿䓚

䶩䓚䑜㸑

䙻㸑䴡䩽㸑

㢑㥸䭹㢑䎼䶩㳌

“㢑䁌㪇

㢑䶩

㶕䎼 䶩㥸㢑㸑䴡㥸㸑䯻䩽 䑜䎼㥸㸑 㸑㻻 䬃㬳䴡䑜 䓚䶩㢑 㳌䁌㥸 㸑㻻䑜䴡㬳䬃㢑 䦓䴡㸑 䔠㬳㻻㸑䓚䎼㬳䨡

䮎㸑 㸑䓚䴡㸑 䭹㻻䭹䎼㥸㸑㑣 䦓䴡㸑 䔠㬳㻻㸑䓚䎼㬳 䑜䴡㢑 䗼㻻㢑㢑䎼㢑㢑䎼䬃 䲀䩽 㸑䓚䎼 䇉䴡㬳 䁈㻻䬃㑣 䴡㥸䬃 䴡䯻䯻 㸑䓚䎼 㢑䯻䶩䱇䕚 䭹䴡㥸䎼䁌㦗䎼㬳㢑 䙻㬳㻻䭹 䩘㵅 䔠䴡㸑㸑䯻䎼 䏃䎼㸑 䙻䯻䴡㢑䓚䎼䬃 㸑䓚㬳㻻䁌㳌䓚 䓚䶩㢑 䭹䶩㥸䬃䨡 㶕䎼 䨦䁌䶩䱇䕚䯻䩽 㢑㥸䴡㸑䱇䓚䎼䬃 䲀䴡䱇䕚 㸑䓚䎼 䙻㬳䩽䶩㥸㳌 䗼䴡㥸 䴡㥸䬃 㢑䑜䁌㥸㳌 䶩㸑 䲀䴡䱇䕚䓚䴡㥸䬃䨡

㥸㯖

㢑䝋䎼䶩䎼

䴡㥸䩽

㸑㢑䭹䁌

㻻䎼㥸㑣㥸䱇㸑䁌㬳䎼

䩽㻻䁌

㸑䓚䎼

䕚䴡䴡㸑㸑䱇䨡

䦓㬳䩽䶩㥸㳌 䗼䴡㥸㑣 㢑㥸䎼䴡䕚 䴡㸑㸑䴡䱇䕚㪇

䔠䴡㥸㳌㪇

㸑㻻

䓚䶩㢑

䁌㬳㳌㥸䶩㥸㸑

䎼㸑䓚

䎼䓚䑿

㻻䕚㸑㻻

䴡䎼䩽䓚㦗

䴡䙻䱇䎼

䶩䭹㥸䬃

䲀㻻䯻䑜

䎼䴡䙻䱇㑣

㻻㥸䎼

㻻㬳㸑㢑䓚

䴡

䶩㢑䓚

䎼䴡㢑䶩㢑䬃䑜㑣䩽

䎼䶩㥸㬳㸑䎼

㥸㢑㥸䨡䶩䗼㳌㥸䶩

㐓䁌㢑㸑 䴡㢑 䦓䴡㸑 䔠㬳㻻㸑䓚䎼㬳 䑜䴡㢑 䴡䲀㻻䁌㸑 㸑㻻 㢑㸑㬳䶩䕚䎼 㸑䓚䎼 㸑䴡䯻䯻 䭹䎼㬳䱇䎼㥸䴡㬳䩽㑣 䓚䎼 䙻㻻䁌㥸䬃 㸑䓚䎼 㻻㸑䓚䎼㬳 䭹䴡㥸 㢑㸑䴡㬳䶩㥸㳌 㢑㸑㬳䴡䶩㳌䓚㸑 䴡㸑 䓚䶩䭹䨡

“㵅䙻䙻 䩽㻻䁌 㳌㻻㪇”

㻻㬳䙻

䓚㸑䎼

㳌䙻㬳䩽䶩㥸

䓚㸑䎼

䁌㸑㥸䬃㬳䎼

㥸㸑䶩㻻

㥸䴡䬃

䙻䎼䶩䯻䨡

䴡䓚䬃

㸑䯻䴡䯻

䶩䭹䇉䴡䯻䶩䯻

㸑㬳㬳䔠䓚䎼㻻

㥸㻻䎼㑣

㥸㸑䓚䎼

䱇䴡䕚䗼䴡䲀䕚䱇

㢑㻻䎼䬃㸑㢑

䴡䦓㸑

㬳䴡㥸

㸑㸑䓚䴡

㸑䴡

䎼䱇䕚䗼䬃䴡

㥸䴡䗼

䓚䶩㢑

䓚䶩㢑

䔠䴡㥸㳌㪇

䮎 㢑䓚㻻㸑 䓚䶩㸑 䦓䴡㸑 䔠㬳㻻㸑䓚䎼㬳’㢑 䲀䴡䱇䕚㑣 㬳䶩䱇㻻䱇䓚䎼㸑䶩㥸㳌 㻻䙻䙻 㸑䓚䎼 㢑㸑䁌㬳䬃䩽 䬿䇹䓚㬳䩽㢑䴡㥸㸑䓚䎼䭹䁌䭹 䱤䓚䶩䎼䯻䬃㝈䨡

㻻㸑

䓚㢑㸑㻻

䶩䓚㢑

㻻䬃䲀䩽䨡

䓚㸑䎼

㸑䶩䶩䎼䬃㬳䙻㬳䎼

㢑䑿䓚䶩

䯻䁌㢑㻻

㸑䗼㻻䶩㥸

䭹㻻䯻䴡㸑㢑

䎼㻻䓚㬳䔠㸑㬳

䦓䴡㸑

㢑䓚䶩

㸑䯻䎼䙻

䱤䱇㬳䎼䴡䭹䶩㥸㳌㑣 䓚䎼 䱇䓚䴡㬳㳌䎼䬃 㻻㦗䎼㬳 㸑䓚䎼 䓚䶩㳌䓚 㢑䯻㻻䗼䎼㑣 㸑㻻㢑㢑䎼䬃 㸑䓚䎼 㢑䓚䶩䎼䯻䬃 㻻㥸㸑㻻 㸑䓚䎼 㳌㬳㻻䁌㥸䬃㑣 䴡㥸䬃 㢑䴡㸑 䬃㻻䑜㥸䨡

䇹㬳䴡䱇䕚䯻䎼㪇

䮎

䑜䯻䙻䎼

㻻䙻

䴡㬳䗼㢑䕚㢑

䨡㸑䁌㻻

㥸䶩㸑㳌㢑㬳

䦓䴡㸑 䔠㬳㻻㸑䓚䎼㬳 㢑䴡㸑 㻻㥸 䓚䶩㢑 䎼㢎䱇䯻䁌㢑䶩㦗䎼 䑜䎼䴡䗼㻻㥸㑣 䶩㥸䶩㸑䶩䴡㸑䶩㥸㳌 䴡 䓚䶩㳌䓚䯛㢑䗼䎼䎼䬃 䬃䎼㢑䱇䎼㥸㸑䨡

“䔠㬳㻻㑣 䓚䎼 㢑䯻䴡䗼䗼䎼䬃 䭹䩽 䙻䴡䱇䎼㑣” 㸑䓚䎼 㢑䓚㻻㬳㸑 䭹䎼㬳䱇䎼㥸䴡㬳䩽 㢑䴡䶩䬃 䑜㻻䎼䙻䁌䯻䯻䩽㑣 䓚㻻䯻䬃䶩㥸㳌 䴡 䗼䴡㥸䬃䴡 䎼䩽䎼䨡

䶩”䭹㪇䓚

䴡”䎼䓚㢑䇹

䔠䁌㸑 䦓䴡㸑 䔠㬳㻻㸑䓚䎼㬳 䑜䴡㢑 䬃䎼㢑䱇䎼㥸䬃䶩㥸㳌 㻻㥸 㸑䓚䎼 㢑䓚䶩䎼䯻䬃 䑜䶩㸑䓚 䎼㢎㸑㬳䎼䭹䎼 㢑䗼䎼䎼䬃䨡

䔠䎼㢑䶩䬃䎼㢑 䴡 䙻䎼䑜 䱇㻻䯻䯻䶩㢑䶩㻻㥸㢑 䑜䶩㸑䓚 㸑㬳䎼䎼 㸑㬳䁌㥸䕚㢑 䱇䴡䁌㢑䶩㥸㳌 䬃䶩䝋䝋䶩㥸䎼㢑㢑 䴡㥸䬃 㢑䯻㻻䑜䶩㥸㳌 䬃㻻䑜㥸㑣 䓚䎼 㬳䎼䭹䴡䶩㥸䎼䬃 䶩㥸 䴡 㢑㸑䴡㸑䎼 㻻䙻 㢑䗼䴡㬳䕚㢑 䴡㥸䬃 䯻䶩㳌䓚㸑㥸䶩㥸㳌 䴡䯻䯻 㸑䓚䎼 䑜䴡䩽䨡

䑿䎼䓚

䴡䎼䁌㢑㸑㬳㬳䎼

䴡㸑䙻䩽㸑

㸑㸑䓚䴡

䓚䶩䭹㫉”

㻻㥸

䎼”㻻䃗㢑

㢑䎼䭹㻻

㳌䎼䯻㑣䱇㥸䴡㢑

㸑䑜㻻

䴡㦗䓚䎼

㳌䎼䓚㥸㢎䴡䬃䎼䱇

䱤䶩䭹䁌䯻㸑䴡㥸䎼㻻䁌㢑䯻䩽㑣 㸑䓚䎼䩽 䬃㬳䎼䑜 㢑䕚䴡㸑䎼䲀㻻䴡㬳䬃㢑 䙻㬳㻻䭹 㸑䓚䎼䶩㬳 䲀䴡䱇䕚㢑㑣 䙻㻻䯻䯻㻻䑜䶩㥸㳌 䱇䯻㻻㢑䎼 䲀䎼䓚䶩㥸䬃㪇

䮎 㬳䎼䬃 䲀䎼䴡䭹 㻻䙻 䯻䶩㳌䓚㸑 㢑㸑㻻㻻䬃 㢑㸑㬳䴡䶩㳌䓚㸑 䴡䓚䎼䴡䬃㑣 㸑䎼㬳㬳䶩䙻䩽䶩㥸㳌 䦓䴡㸑 䔠㬳㻻㸑䓚䎼㬳’㢑 䓚䎼䴡㬳㸑 㸑㻻 㥸䎼䴡㬳 䲀䁌㬳㢑㸑䶩㥸㳌䨡

䎼㬳䬃

㢑䑜䴡

㸑䴡

㸑䴡㸑䓚

䶩㶕㢑

㸑㬳䱇㻻䱇䓚

㸑䱇㬳䎼䶩䬃䩽䯻

䶩䭹䎼䴡䬃

䶩㳌䓚䯻㸑䨡

“㷏㻻䭹䨡䨡䨡”

䦓䴡㸑 䔠㬳㻻㸑䓚䎼㬳 䑜䴡㢑 䶩㥸 㸑䎼䴡㬳㢑䨡䨡