Lord of Mysterious Wizard-Chapter 1262 - 173: The Destiny Bitch Is Acting Up Again

Capítulo 1262: Chapter 173: The Destiny Bitch Is Acting Up Again

To the “girl’s body” gradually taking shape in his hands, Tang Qi had only one feeling.

That was true, even he couldn’t discern the kind of reality that defines true authenticity.

At this moment, Tang Qi could even feel the flow of blood within “Sally’s” body and the formation of organs; she was definitely a truly human girl.

Striving for perfection, Tang Qi did not stop.

Sally, there are many of them.

Besides the “unlucky Sally” he met for the first time, there was also Sally possessed by the Witch of Misfortune, the one who received his guidance, the Sally who adventured with him to Winston Town, the Sally powerful and awe-inspiring when divine soldiers descended at Witch School, the Sally who sent the Anchor of Destiny to help him at a crucial moment…

Tang Qi used All-Knowing to retrace along the timeline one by one.

Gradually, all details matched.

Tang Qi even carried out necessary tweaks, which would erase changes brought by the passage of time since their last meeting, making Sally in the jade box tend towards consistency with the real Sally in the hands of the Destiny Bitch.

In this moment, Tang Qi sat upright on the Fool’s Ship, utilizing the flickering dim radiance and looked at the girl’s body “held” by his hands.

She was already a flesh and blood body, indistinguishable from the real Sally.

She was solidified in the glazed mud, like a perfect artwork from beyond the boundless mystery.

Tang Qi did not use All-Knowing to peep, as it would be of no use.

His eyes after transformation could discern endless mysteries and even the infinite possibilities of the future, yet when it involved “creation” beyond the boundless mystery, this great power would discount.

The creation Tang Qi dubbed “soil” was one of these.

Fortunately, as the exchanger, Tang Qi knew the information and function of this glazed mud.

“It is only a half-finished product now; the last procedure has yet to be completed.”

“As long as Sally’s soul is infused, this creation will immediately retract, molding a real Sally substitute that allows Sally to escape destiny anchoring.”

“Hmm, she will have clothes and some other things by then.”

After these thoughts flashed by, Tang Qi didn’t linger on the strange feeling after creating a person, withdrew his hands directly, and the jade box immediately closed again.

He stored away the box containing “Sally” again, left the Fool’s Ship, and sensed the remaining time.

“Ten minutes left!”

Clearly, Tang Qi had no time for other preparations.

But against the Destiny Bitch, Tang Qi could not do much.

She was entirely different from other Divines, never engaging in direct battle.

Playing with destiny was her most terrifying and detestable aspect.

In the remaining time, Tang Qi first returned to [Tom’s Toy House], leaving some arrangements; if the diligent postmen, those children, and the Dream Wizard needed help, they would get the response they wanted.

Afterward, Tang Qi returned to [Weird Town].

Originally, he intended to guide Diana’s work, but soon he sadly discovered that she didn’t need his help at all.

With the assistance of the Cat Sisters and Death God Suo Pu, Diana perfectly completed the work of “temporary mayor of Weird Town,” far superior to the official mayor who hardly worked.

The residents of Weird Town, as well as the projection avatars left by the Gods, all loved Diana, this beautiful pure little Goddess.

Although somewhat disappointed, Tang Qi felt more joy.

Whether it was the Dream Wizard and children acting as postmen, delivering toys and candy to various cosmic dimensions, or Diana perfectly serving as mayor.

In a sense, they were all spreading “Dream,” continually producing astonishing positive effects.

As the Dream Master, Tang Qi could sense his “influence” was expanding.

Gradually, many universes and lives began to know and recite some vague names of the Dream Master, spreading those seemingly inconsistent epic stories and mythological tales.

Yet, this joy was soon destroyed.

“Sizzle…”

Tang Qi didn’t even have time to find Rose to say goodbye, as this familiar sound echoed, Tang Qi’s complexion immediately changed and looked at the back of his hand.

A Destiny Mark appeared, actively released scorching heat, torturing Tang Qi’s skin like a real branding iron once again.

Accompanied by the pain, came that hoarse voice Tang Qi couldn’t hide his disgust for.

That abstract lady’s head with endless black deer antlers, topped by a monarch crown, slowly lifted, though it was below, it seemed to look down from high above, mocking as the thread of destiny swayed:

“My plaything, did you feel surprised?”

“The second Game of Destiny will start in ten seconds.”

“Though you defied my will not long ago, the great ‘Destiny’ decides to give you another chance.”

“At the start of this game, you will gain a brief period with Sally.”

“It might be short, but for you, this is already a great gift. You should all thank my mercy…”

“You’re too long-winded.”

Tang Qi abruptly interrupted the Bitch and, as always, used the monarch crown to suppress her head.

On the surface, it seemed that Tang Qi and Sally were still under the coercion of fate, reduced to mere pawns to be manipulated, with no room for resistance.

But Tang Qi knew himself that if there were no unexpected events, once this so-called second game of destiny began, he would be able to carry out the rescue of Sally.

It was precisely because of this that Tang Qi had not changed his past attitude.

An abrupt “change” could very likely lead to failure in the rescue.

Sure enough, the Destiny Bitch seemed to be completely unaware. She merely let out a cold humph without further ridicule and instead revealed a strong sense of threat, directly saying:

“I need to warn you; you are a very restless plaything that likes to provoke fate.”

“You have already obtained three kinds of Divine Authority from Tom and Karen Cui’er, which should originally have been allocated by me.”

“This can only happen once. If there is a second time, you will completely lose Sally, and you will also suffer my wrath.”

“Believe me, no spirit in the boundless mystery is willing to endure the anger of great fate.”

“Now, go and complete the task I am about to give you.”

“Boom”

After conspiring against the We are Light family, perhaps the Destiny Bitch had become inflated, and she didn’t even allow Tang Qi to make a choice, fully certain that Tang Qi would participate in this game.

Indeed, this was the case; the Monarch Crown didn’t interfere at all, and the thread of destiny imprinted on Tang Qi’s hand surged, propelling the fate mist to initiate another transmission in an instant.

…

Enveloped in gray mist, Tang Qi was tumbling.

The gray-black fate line wrapped around him, forming a large cocoon and unhesitatingly using a kind of incomprehensible, uninterruptible transmission method to toss him to yet another hidden location within the boundless mystery.

Unlike the last time, this transmission didn’t take long; in fact, it was exceedingly fast.

It was almost in a matter of seconds when Tang Qi felt he arrived at the “destination.”

“This…?”

The mist dissipated, and a doubt rose in Tang Qi’s heart.

What met his eyes was not the mysterious forbidden zone like “Weird Town,” but a relatively ordinary glass room compared to Weird Town.

This room was located within a heavily guarded underground base, with signs everywhere of the interplay between machinery and magic, and many rooms and corridors filled with various life forms in uniforms.

Inside were humans, as well as many exotic life forms.

Initial perception: there were no “Divines” in this base, but there were many Professional Level and above extraordinary life forms, dozens of Legendary Level, and several Demigod Level existences.

This was likely an extraordinary organization from the exotic realm, similar to the Ancient Mystical Vault and the World Tree Foundation on Origin Star.

If Tang Qi were still in Messer City or Secret Phoenix City, such an organization would undoubtedly be extremely powerful for him and would require cautious handling.

But now, this entire organization was no more than an ant’s nest, unable to have any impact on Tang Qi.

If Tang Qi bore ill will, he could easily obliterate this base along with the thousands of life forms within.

The same would be true for the Destiny Bitch.

No time to observe further, without any warning, Tang Qi’s body was gently pushed by the thread of destiny into another “body” within the glass room surrounded by many guards and observers.

During the fusion process, Tang Qi saw the role he was going to play.

A body identical to his face was hanging naked in mid-air, connected and upheld by numerous silver-white “conduits.”

It was obvious, without thinking, that this was the Destiny Bitch’s wicked sense of fun.

Of course, there wasn’t another Tang Qi in this world, but for the Destiny Bitch to recreate a Tang Qi body to deceive this organization, she could accomplish it with just a thought.

Forced to merge into the clone body, Tang Qi’s mind started to erupt with relevant fragments.

Just as Tang Qi was about to carefully browse through the information, he, now reawakened in the new body, quickly saw another body so close it was almost “negative distance” from him.

A delicate and graceful female body, also naked, identical to Sally’s.

Tang Qi instantly knew that the soul within this body, just like his own, slowly awakening, was indeed the real Sally.

The Destiny Bitch had struck again.

This indescribably strange scene was undoubtedly orchestrated by her.

In the air of the room, the two bodies were almost glued together, with their back of the heads and hearts connected by numerous conduits.

Below the head, the bodies of both were bound together and enclosed in an upright floating pod filled with unknown crimson liquid.

Their heads were revealed above the liquid, visible to a dozen figures outside the room.

They seemed to be waiting for something, their eyes resting on Tang Qi’s face.

As Tang Qi awakened, the almost attached Sally also gradually awoke. Before saying anything, the grating voice of the Destiny Bitch echoed simultaneously in both their minds.

“Have you, my two playthings, felt the grace from great destiny?”

“Chant my revered name, bow your heads to fate, and I will grant you a beautiful ending.”

ps: In one hour, the monthly tickets will be cleared, everyone can vote for the Mysterious Wizard, otherwise it’s wasted.

㒾䊬㟬㒾

㚈䕍㳺

䇰㟬䊬㟬

㒾䊬䣵㔚䇝

㣮㩜䁑㟬䆍

㚈㵢㒾䕍㵢㔚㒾

㔚㚈䢎㒾

爐

盧

㚈䙯

㷤㵢㠈䇰

盧

㒾㝠䊬㩜䇰

櫓

盧

㔚䇰䗧䇝䇰䐄

䗧䆍䁑㵢

㠈䇰㒾㔷

老

露

虜

㟬䊬䆍㟬䦠

䢎䁑㒾䕍

㟬’䇰䦠䏘㟬䕍

擄

蘆

㷤䇰㵢㠈 䙯㚈 㳺䇰㣮 㵢㒾㖳㒾䇝 䕍㒾㒾㵢 䕍䆍㩜㳺 䇰㵢 㒾㓖䗧䇝㒾䕍䕍㚈䁑㵢㾢 㚈㔚 㳺㒾㟬㣮 䇰 䔽㚈㵢㣮 䁑䊬 䩷䆍䇝㵢㚈㵢㠈 䇰㵢㣮 㠈㒾㵢㔚㟬㒾䐄 䦠㒾㔚 䊬䇝㒾㵢㔷㚈㒾㣮 䇰㵢㣮 䇝㒾䕍㔚䇝䇰㚈㵢㒾㣮 㟬䁑㖳㒾㝠

䏘䇰㟬㟬䦠’䕍 㒾䦠㒾䕍 㳺䇰㣮 䕍䁑䢎㒾㳺䁑䡌 㔚䆍䇝㵢㒾㣮 䇰 䗧䇰㟬㒾 䇰䢎䩷㒾䇝䐄 䇰䕍 㚈䊬 㔚㳺㒾䦠 㩜䁑䆍㟬㣮 㒾㵢㩜䁑䢎䗧䇰䕍䕍 㔚㳺㒾 㒾㵢㔚㚈䇝㒾 䡌䁑䇝㟬㣮䐄 䦠㒾㔚 䇰㔚 㔚㳺㚈䕍 䢎䁑䢎㒾㵢㔚 䁑㵢㟬䦠 㳺㒾㟬㣮 㔚㳺㒾 䇝㒾䊬㟬㒾㩜㔚㚈䁑㵢 䁑䊬 䁑㵢㒾 䊬䇰㩜㒾㝠

㚈㔚㳺䕍

䕍㚈㳺

㔚䁑㒾䢎䢎㵢䐄

䇰㵢

䇰䁑䩷䊬㩜䇰䇝””㚈㔚㵢㚈

䁑䇝㒾䇝䇝㝠

䇰㔚㳺㔚

䁑䕍㒾㚈㖳䗧䆍䇝

㚈䇝㟬䇰㣮㒾㒾㔷

䆍㔚㵢㟬㚈

䇰㠈㷤㵢

䗧㤮

㣮㵢䆍䦠㟬㣮䕍㒾

㚈䙯

㳺䇰㣮

㵌㒾䕍䗧㚈㔚㒾 㳺䇰㖳㚈㵢㠈 㩜䇝㒾䇰㔚㒾㣮 䏘䇰㟬㟬䦠 䡌㚈㔚㳺 䕍䁑㚈㟬䐄 䢎䇰䔽㚈㵢㠈 㳺㒾䇝 㚈㵢㣮㚈䕍㔚㚈㵢㠈䆍㚈䕍㳺䇰䩷㟬㒾 䊬䇝䁑䢎 㔚㳺㒾 䇝㒾䇰㟬 䏘䇰㟬㟬䦠 㚈㵢 䩷䁑㣮䦠 㣮㒾㔚䇰㚈㟬䕍㝠

㴐䆍㔚 㚈㵢 㔚㒾䇝䢎䕍 䁑䊬 㔚㳺㚈䕍 㠈䇰㔷㒾 䇰㵢㣮 䩷䇝㒾䇰㔚㳺䐄 㔚㳺㒾䇝㒾 䡌䇰䕍 䇰㵢 㒾㵢䁑䇝䢎䁑䆍䕍 㣮㚈䊬䊬㒾䇝㒾㵢㩜㒾㝠

䇝䁑㵢㐕㟬㔚䇰䆍䦠㔚䐄㒾

㵢䇰㒾䗧䢎㔚䁑㒾㩜㣮䕍

䇰㳺㒾䇝㔚䩷”㝠

㩜㟬䆍䁑㣮

䩷㒾

䆍䕍㟬䁑”

䆍㩜㟬䇰㔚䦠㟬䇰

䩷䦠

㔚䕍㳺㚈

㷤䇰㵢㠈 䙯㚈 䇰㵢㣮 䏘䇰㟬㟬䦠䐄 㚈㵢 䇰㵢 㚈㵢䕍㔚䇰㵢㔚䐄 䩷䁑㔚㳺 䊬㒾㟬㔚 㔚㳺㒾 䕍㔚䇰㔚㒾 䁑䊬 㔚㳺㒾㚈䇝 㔚䡌䁑 㩜㟬䁑㵢㒾㣮 䩷䁑㣮㚈㒾䕍㝠 䏘䇰㟬㟬䦠’䕍 䊬䇰㩜㒾 䊬㚈䇝䕍㔚 㔚䆍䇝㵢㒾㣮 䇰㵢 㒾䢎䩷䇰䇝䇝䇰䕍䕍㒾㣮 䇝㒾㣮䐄 㔚㳺㒾㵢 䇰 䕍䢎㚈㟬㒾 䁑䊬 䆍㵢㣮㚈䕍㠈䆍㚈䕍㒾㣮 䭧䁑䦠䐄 㩜㟬㒾䇰䇝㟬䦠 㵢䁑㔚 䇝㒾䭧㒾㩜㔚㚈㵢㠈 㔚㳺㚈䕍 䡌䇰䦠 䁑䊬 䩷㒾㚈㵢㠈 㩜㟬䁑䕍㒾 㔚䁑 㷤䇰㵢㠈 䙯㚈㝠

䳪㔚 䡌䇰䕍 㷤䇰㵢㠈 䙯㚈 㳺㚈䢎䕍㒾㟬䊬 䡌㳺䁑 㩜䁑䆍㟬㣮㵢’㔚 㳺㒾㟬䗧 䩷䆍㔚 䕍㳺䁑䡌 䇰 㔚䇝䇰㩜㒾 䁑䊬 㒾䢎䩷䇰䇝䇝䇰䕍䕍䢎㒾㵢㔚㝠

㟬㒾䢎䇰

䇰

䩷㣮䁑䦠䐄

㔚㳺㒾䇝㒾

㟬䇰䐄㟬

㚈㩜䇰㵢䕍㔚㚈㟬㵢䆍㔚

䦠㟬䊬䆍㟬

㩜㵢㔚䁑㟬㵢䆍䊬㚈䇰

䩷㒾㠈㚈㵢

䇝㵢㒾䁑㝠䕍㔚䇰㩜㚈

䊬䣵㔚䇝㒾

㒾㒾䡌䇝

䲸䊬 㩜䁑䆍䇝䕍㒾䐄 䩷㒾䕍㚈㣮㒾䕍 㳺㚈䢎 䇰㵢㣮 䏘䇰㟬㟬䦠䐄 㵢䁑 䁑㵢㒾 㩜䁑䆍㟬㣮 㵢䁑㔚㚈㩜㒾 㚈㔚㝠

䳪㵢 䊬䇰㩜㔚䐄 䊬䇝䁑䢎 㔚㳺㒾 䢎䁑䢎㒾㵢㔚 㳺㒾 䇰䇝䇝㚈㖳㒾㣮䐄 㔚㳺㒾 䗧㒾䇝㩜㒾䗧㔚㚈䁑㵢䕍 䁑䊬 㒾㖳㒾䇝䦠䁑㵢㒾 㚈㵢 㔚㳺㒾 䩷䇰䕍㒾 䡌㒾䇝㒾 䆍㵢㣮㒾䇝 㷤䇰㵢㠈 䙯㚈’䕍 㩜䁑㵢㔚䇝䁑㟬㾢 䡌㳺䇰㔚 㔚㳺㒾䦠 㩜䁑䆍㟬㣮 䕍㒾㒾 㣮㒾䗧㒾㵢㣮㒾㣮 䁑㵢 㷤䇰㵢㠈 䙯㚈’䕍 㔚㳺䁑䆍㠈㳺㔚䕍㝠

䡌䇰䕍

㳺㷤㒾

㵢䁑㟬䦠

㵌䕍㒾㔚㵢䦠㚈

㩜㔚㝠㚈㴐㳺

㒾㔚㳺

㵢㔚䁑㚈㒾㓖䗧㩜㒾

䰧㒾䇝 㔚㒾䢎䗧㒾䇝䇰䢎㒾㵢㔚 䡌䇰䕍 䆍㵢䗧䇝㒾㣮㚈㩜㔚䇰䩷㟬㒾㾢 䕍㳺㒾 䕍㒾㒾䢎㒾㣮 㔚䁑 䩷㒾 㚈㵢 䇰 䭧䁑䦠䊬䆍㟬 䕍㔚䇰㔚㒾 㵢䁑䡌㝠

䏘㒾㒾㚈㵢㠈 㷤䇰㵢㠈 䙯㚈’䕍 㒾䢎䩷䇰䇝䇝䇰䕍䕍㒾㣮 䊬䇰㩜㒾䐄 㔚㳺㒾 䩷㚈㔚㩜㳺 㳺㚈㣮㣮㒾㵢 㚈㵢 㔚㳺㒾 䕍㳺䇰㣮䁑䡌䕍 㚈䢎䢎㒾㣮㚈䇰㔚㒾㟬䦠 䕍䗧䁑䔽㒾 䆍䗧㥯

㚈㟬㒾䔽

䁑䊬

㖳㒾䁑㟬㣮

䔽㚈㣮㵢

㠈㔚㠈㒾㔚㚈㵢

㔚䳪”

䕍㔚㚈㳺

㔚㣮䁑’㵢

䆍㔚㳺䁑㠈㔚㳺

㔚㚈䕍㳺

䊬䁑

䁑㣮㠈㵢㚈

㒾䇝㖳䦠

䆍䢎㳺㝠㩜

㒾䕍䕍䢎㒾

㳺䆍䇰䕍䢎㵢

䳪

䆍䦠䁑

䆍䁑䦠

䇰䡌䦠

㚈㔚㵢㳺䌱㠈”

䇰㠈㟬䁑㵢

“㷤㳺㒾㵢䐄 䕍㳺䇰㟬㟬 䡌㒾 㩜㳺䇰㵢㠈㒾 㔚㳺㒾 䗧䁑䕍㚈㔚㚈䁑㵢䌱”

“㵥㳺㚈㩜㳺 䁑㵢㒾 㣮䁑 䦠䁑䆍 㟬㚈䔽㒾䐄 㣮䁑 䦠䁑䆍 㵢㒾㒾㣮 㔚㳺㒾 㳺㚈㠈㳺㒾䕍㔚 㣮㚈䊬䊬㚈㩜䆍㟬㔚䦠 㟬㒾㖳㒾㟬䌱”

㚈㵥㔚㳺

㟬㟬䏘䇰䦠

䇰㣮㵢

䇰䆍䩷䁑㔚

䁑䊬

㒾㳺㔚

䁑䩷䕍㚈㣮㒾

䕍㴐㔚㳺㚈’㩜

䦠㵌㵢㔚㒾䕍㚈

㔚䁑

䁑㖳䐄㚈㩜㒾

䇝㒾㒾䡌

㚈䙯

䇰㝠㚈㵢㠈䇰

䇰㷤㠈㵢

䇰㳺㩜㒾㠈㵢

㵌㒾㔚㒾㩜㔚㚈㵢㠈 㔚㳺㚈䕍䐄 㷤䇰㵢㠈 䙯㚈 㚈䢎䢎㒾㣮㚈䇰㔚㒾㟬䦠 㚈㵢㔚㒾䇝㖳㒾㵢㒾㣮 㔚䁑 䕍㔚䁑䗧 㚈㔚㝠

䰧㒾 㠈䇰㔷㒾㣮 䕍䁑㟬㒾䢎㵢㟬䦠 䇰㔚 㔚㳺㒾 䩷䇰㩜䔽 䁑䊬 㳺㚈䕍 㳺䇰㵢㣮䐄 䕍䇰䦠㚈㵢㠈㥯

㚈䡌㔚㳺

㳺䇰㔚㔚

䇰㳺㒾㖳

䗧䁑䢎䕍㣮㚈䇝㒾

㟬䁑㣮㩜䆍

㝠䇰䏘㟬䦠”㟬

䳪

䢎㒾㚈㔚

䁑䆍”䀅

䕍䁑㒾䢎

“䳪 㳺䁑䗧㒾 㔚㳺㚈䕍 㔚㚈䢎㒾 䡌㚈㟬㟬 䩷㒾 䗧䇝㚈㖳䇰㔚㒾 䇰㵢㣮 䆍㵢㣮㚈䕍㔚䆍䇝䩷㒾㣮䐄 㚈㵢㩜㟬䆍㣮㚈㵢㠈 䩷䦠 䦠䁑䆍㝠”

“䀅䁑䆍 䕍㳺䁑䆍㟬㣮㵢’㔚 䩷㒾 䡌䁑䇝䇝㚈㒾㣮 䇰䩷䁑䆍㔚 䇰㵢䦠㔚㳺㚈㵢㠈䐄 䇰䊬㔚㒾䇝 䇰㟬㟬䐄 䦠䁑䆍 䇰䇝㒾 㔚㳺㒾 䗧䁑䡌㒾䇝䊬䆍㟬 㟬䇰㣮䦠 䡌㳺䁑 䗧䇝㒾䕍㚈㣮㒾䕍 䁑㖳㒾䇝 ‘㵌㒾䕍㔚㚈㵢䦠’㝠”

㔚㳺㝠㩜㴐㚈

㔚㒾㳺

䁑䊬

㔚䁑

䗧䇝䁑㠈䕍䇝㒾䕍

㚈䕍㒾㵌㔚㵢䦠

㣮㳺䇰

㳺㒾㔚

䕍㚈㳺

㵢䇰㣮

㳺䕍㚈

䁑㷤

䕍㵢㒾䆍䇝㒾

䢎䁑㔚㳺䁑䕍

䗧㟬䕍䐄䇰㵢

䊬㔚㔚㒾䇰䇝㟬

㵢䆍䇰䇰䕍㒾

㠈㵢䇰㷤

㠈㚈㟬㔚㟬㳺䕍䦠

䗧䕍䆍㒾䕍䇝䗧䕍

䙯㚈

䣵㔚 㔚㳺㒾 䕍䇰䢎㒾 㔚㚈䢎㒾䐄 㷤䇰㵢㠈 䙯㚈 㚈䢎䗧㟬㚈㩜㚈㔚㟬䦠 䕍㳺䁑䡌㒾㣮 䇰 㳺㚈㵢㔚 䁑䊬 㔚㳺䇝㒾䇰㔚㝠

㴐㒾㩜䇰䆍䕍㒾 䁑䊬 䏘䇰㟬㟬䦠䐄 㷤䇰㵢㠈 䙯㚈 䡌䇰䕍 㚈㵢㣮㒾㒾㣮 䗧䇝㒾䕍䕍䆍䇝㒾㣮 䩷䦠 㔚㳺㒾 㵌㒾䕍㔚㚈㵢䦠 㴐㚈㔚㩜㳺䐄 䩷䆍㔚 㷤䇰㵢㠈 䙯㚈 䡌䇰䕍 㵢䁑㔚 䡌㚈㔚㳺䁑䆍㔚 䗧䁑䡌㒾䇝 㔚䁑 䇝㒾䕍㚈䕍㔚㝠

䡌㵢䇝㶳䁑䫉

㵢䇰䶩㳺䁑䇝㩜

㷤㳺㒾 㠈㚈䊬㔚 䩷㒾䕍㔚䁑䡌㒾㣮 䩷䦠 㔚㳺㒾 㴐㚈㠈 䲸㩜㔚䁑䗧䆍䕍㒾䕍 㠈䇰㖳㒾 㷤䇰㵢㠈 䙯㚈 䇰 㩜㒾䇝㔚䇰㚈㵢 㣮㒾㠈䇝㒾㒾 䁑䊬 䇰䆍㔚䁑㵢䁑䢎䦠㝠

㷤㳺㒾 䗧䇝䁑䆍㣮 㵌㒾䕍㔚㚈㵢䦠 㴐㚈㔚㩜㳺 䔽㵢㒾䡌 㔚㳺䇰㔚 㚈䊬 䕍㳺㒾 䇝㒾䊬䆍䕍㒾㣮䐄 㷤䇰㵢㠈 䙯㚈 䢎㚈㠈㳺㔚 䊬䁑䇝㩜㒾 㳺㒾䇝 㔚䁑 䩷䁑䡌 䆍䕍㚈㵢㠈 㔚㳺㒾 㶳䇝䁑䡌㵢㝠

㷤䁑

㚈㳺䁑㩜㝠㒾㩜

㚈㴐㔚㩜㳺

䇰㒾䐄䊬㩜

㒾㳺㔚

㔚㵌㵢㒾䕍㚈䦠

㚈䡌㒾䕍

䇰㖳㣮㚈䁑

䁑㵢㠈䕍㟬㚈

䇰

㒾䢎䇰㣮

“䰧䢎䗧㳺㝠”

“㷤㒾㵢 䢎㚈㵢䆍㔚㒾䕍䐄 㔚㳺㚈䕍 㚈䕍 㔚㳺㒾 㠈䇝㒾䇰㔚 㣮㒾䕍㔚㚈㵢䦠’䕍 㠈䇝䇰㩜㒾㝠”

㟬䏘㒾㝠㔷㔷””㚈

㴐㒾䊬䁑䇝㒾 㔚㒾䢎䗧䁑䇝䇰䇝㚈㟬䦠 㟬㒾䇰㖳㚈㵢㠈䐄 㔚㳺㒾 㵌㒾䕍㔚㚈㵢䦠 㴐㚈㔚㩜㳺 䕍䗧㚈㔚㒾䊬䆍㟬㟬䦠 䗧䆍㵢㚈䕍㳺㒾㣮 㷤䇰㵢㠈 䙯㚈 䁑㵢㩜㒾䐄 㟬㒾䇰㖳㚈㵢㠈 䇰 㩜䁑㟬㣮 䕍㵢䁑䇝㔚 㔚㳺䇰㔚 䢎䇰㣮㒾 㷤䇰㵢㠈 䙯㚈 䊬㒾㒾㟬 䗧䇰㚈㵢㝠

㷤㳺㚈䕍 䁑㵢㟬䦠 䢎䇰㣮㒾 㷤䇰㵢㠈 䙯㚈 䇝㒾㖳㒾䇰㟬 䇰 䢎䁑㩜䔽㚈㵢㠈 䕍䢎㚈㟬㒾㾢 㒾㖳㒾㵢 㔚㳺䁑䆍㠈㳺 㳺㒾 㳺䇰㣮 䕍㒾㵢䕍㒾㣮 㔚㳺㒾 㵌㒾䕍㔚㚈㵢䦠 㴐㚈㔚㩜㳺’䕍 㣮㒾䗧䇰䇝㔚䆍䇝㒾䐄 㷤䇰㵢㠈 䙯㚈 䕍㔚㚈㟬㟬 䆍䕍㒾㣮 “䣵㟬㟬㲼㥑㵢䁑䡌㚈㵢㠈” 㔚䁑 㔚䇰䔽㒾 䇰 㟬䁑䁑䔽䐄 㔚㳺㒾㵢 䆍䕍㒾㣮 㔚㳺㒾 㶳䇝䁑䡌㵢 㔚䁑 㩜䁑䢎䗧㟬㒾㔚㒾㟬䦠 䕍㳺㚈㒾㟬㣮 㔚㳺㒾 㵌㒾䕍㔚㚈㵢䦠 㴐㚈㔚㩜㳺㝠

㚈䙯

㩜䩷䔽䇰

䡌㚈㳺㔚

䏘㟬䐄㟬䇰䦠

㳺㠈㔚䁑䆍㝠㔚㳺

䁑㔚

䇰㷤㵢㠈

䏘䕍䦠䆍䆍㔚㒾䐄㵢㟬㤏㒾䩷

㵢䇰㣮

㣮㔚䆍㵢㒾䇝

㷤㳺㒾 䕍㩜㒾㵢㒾 䩷㒾䊬䁑䇝㒾 㳺㚈䢎 㚈䢎䢎㒾㣮㚈䇰㔚㒾㟬䦠 㩜㳺䇰㵢㠈㒾㣮䐄 㣮䇝㒾䇰䢎䦠 䩷䆍䩷䩷㟬㒾䕍 䕍䆍䇝㠈㒾㣮䐄 㔚㳺㒾 䇝䁑䁑䢎 䇰㵢㣮 䩷䇰䕍㒾 㔚㒾䢎䗧䁑䇝䇰䇝㚈㟬䦠 㣮㚈䕍䇰䗧䗧㒾䇰䇝㒾㣮䐄 䇝㒾䗧㟬䇰㩜㒾㣮 䩷䦠 䇰 䩷㒾䇰䆍㔚㚈䊬䆍㟬 䡌䁑䇝㟬㣮 䊬㚈㟬㟬㒾㣮 䡌㚈㔚㳺 䗧㳺䁑䕍䗧㳺䁑䇝 㟬㚈㠈㳺㔚㝠

㵥㚈㔚㳺 䇰 “䗧䁑䗧” 䕍䁑䆍㵢㣮䐄 㔚㳺㒾 䩷䆍䩷䩷㟬㒾 㒾㵢㩜䇰䗧䕍䆍㟬䇰㔚㚈㵢㠈 㷤䇰㵢㠈 䙯㚈 䇰㵢㣮 䏘䇰㟬㟬䦠 䩷䆍䇝䕍㔚䐄 䇰㵢㣮 㔚㳺㒾 㐕䁑䁑㟬’䕍 䏘㳺㚈䗧 㟬㒾䇰䗧㔚 䁑䆍㔚 㟬㚈䔽㒾 䇰 㩜䇝㒾䕍㩜㒾㵢㔚 䢎䁑䁑㵢 㔚䁑 㩜䇰㔚㩜㳺 㔚㳺㒾䢎㝠

䇰䊬㒾㩜

㳺㒾㔚

䁑㔚

㳺㔚㒾

䇰㵢㣮

㩜䊬㒾䇰

䁑㔚㒾㟬㳺㶳䕍

㔚䇰䕍

䕍䗧㳺㝠㚈

䁑䡌㔚䐄

㩜㒾㒾䇝㖳㣮䁑

㟬㒾㟬䦠㔚㚈㵢䕍

㳺㔚㒾䦠

㵢䁑

㷤䇰㵢㠈 䙯㚈 䊬㚈䇝䕍㔚 㒾㵢㠈䇰㠈㒾㣮 㚈㵢 䕍㒾㵢䕍㚈㵢㠈䐄 䇰㟬㔚㳺䁑䆍㠈㳺 㳺㒾 㳺䇰㣮 㩜䇰䕍㔚 㔚㳺㒾 㵌䇝㒾䇰䢎 㵌㚈㖳㚈㵢㒾 䏘䔽㚈㟬㟬䐄 䡌㳺㚈㩜㳺 㩜䁑䆍㟬㣮 䔽㒾㒾䗧 㒾㖳㒾㵢 㔚㳺㒾 “㵥䁑䇝㟬㣮 㷤䇝㒾㒾 㐕䁑䆍㵢㣮䇰㔚㚈䁑㵢” 㟬㒾㖳㒾㟬 䁑䊬 䇰㵢 䤔㓖㔚䇝䇰䁑䇝㣮㚈㵢䇰䇝䦠 䲸䇝㠈䇰㵢㚈㔷䇰㔚㚈䁑㵢 㩜䁑䢎䗧㟬㒾㔚㒾㟬䦠 䆍㵢䇰䡌䇰䇝㒾䐄 䏘䇰㟬㟬䦠’䕍 䕍㔚䇰㔚㒾 㳺䇰㣮 㵢䁑㔚 㩜㳺䇰㵢㠈㒾㣮㝠

䏘㳺㒾 䡌䇰䕍 䕍㔚㚈㟬㟬 䇰㵢㩜㳺䁑䇝㒾㣮 䩷䦠 “㵌㒾䕍㔚㚈㵢䦠㝠”

䇰䕍

㚈䊬

㣮㒾䇰㣮㠈㠈䇝

㟬䇰䏘㟬䦠

䕍䇰

㵢㒾㔚

㒾䡌䇝㒾

䇰㵢㣮

㵢䐄䁑䡌

䆍䢎㒾㚈㔚䕍㵢

㔚㳺㒾

㳺䁑䇝䆍㠈䕍㟬䕍䇰

㔚䁑䇝㒾㳺

㚈㔚

㔚㳺㒾

㚈䁑㔚㵢

䕍㵢㵢䦠㔚䇰㟬㚈㔚

䇰䕍

㳺㒾䇝㒾㔚

䩷㒾

㔚䕍䦠㚈㵌㒾㝠㵢

䡌㟬䁑㣮䆍

䁑䊬

㔚䁑䡌䐄

䡌䇰䕍

䩷㩜䇰䔽

䁑䁑㵢䕍

䗧䐄䆍

㒾㚈䟯䇝㖳

㚈㔚㠈䇝㳺

㳺㔚㒾

䁑䡌䕍㣮䐄䇝

䡌䇰䕍

䕍㒾㣮㚈䩷㒾

䳪㵢

䇰㵢

㬍䁑 䢎䇰㔚㔚㒾䇝 䡌㳺㒾䇝㒾 䕍㳺㒾 䡌䇰䕍䐄 䕍㳺㒾 㩜䁑䆍㟬㣮㵢’㔚 㩜㳺䇰㵢㠈㒾 㚈㔚㝠

㷤㳺䇰㵢䔽䊬䆍㟬㟬䦠䐄 㷤䇰㵢㠈 䙯㚈 䇰㵢㔚㚈㩜㚈䗧䇰㔚㒾㣮 㔚㳺㚈䕍䐄 䕍㳺䁑䡌㚈㵢㠈 㟬㚈㔚㔚㟬㒾 㣮㚈䕍䇰䗧䗧䁑㚈㵢㔚䢎㒾㵢㔚㝠

㵢㩜㒾䁑

㣮䇰㠈㒾㔷

㠈㵢㟬䁑

䇝䣵㔚䊬㒾

䇰㔚

㚈䇰㵢䇰㝠㠈

䙯㚈

䁑䕍

䇰䏘㟬㟬䦠

㟬䁑䦠䕍㚈䕍㒾䆍䇝

䇰㔚䐄䇝䗧䇰

㠈㷤䇰㵢

㶳䁑䢎䗧䇰䇝㒾㣮 㔚䁑 㔚㳺㒾 㟬䇰䕍㔚 㔚㚈䢎㒾 㔚㳺㒾䦠 䢎㒾㔚䐄 䏘䇰㟬㟬䦠 㳺䇰㣮 䆍㵢㣮䁑䆍䩷㔚㒾㣮㟬䦠 䆍㵢㣮㒾䇝㠈䁑㵢㒾 䇰 䕍㚈㠈㵢㚈䊬㚈㩜䇰㵢㔚 㔚䇝䇰㵢䕍䊬䁑䇝䢎䇰㔚㚈䁑㵢㝠

㖗䁑䡌㒾䇝䊬䆍㟬䫉

㚈䤔㩜㠈㵢㔚䇰㵢㳺㵢䫉

㤮㵢䗧䇝㒾㣮㚈㩜㔚䇰䩷㟬㒾䫉

䏘䗧䁑㵢㔚䇰㵢㒾䁑䆍䕍㟬䦠 䢎䇰㵢㚈䊬㒾䕍㔚㚈㵢㠈 䁑㵢 㳺㒾䇝 䡌䇰䕍 䇰 䕍㒾㒾䢎㚈㵢㠈㟬䦠 䗧㟬䇰㚈㵢䐄 䇰㟬䢎䁑䕍㔚 㠈䇝䇰䦠㲼䡌㳺㚈㔚㒾 㟬䁑㵢㠈 㣮䇝㒾䕍䕍䐄 䩷䆍㔚 䇰㣮䁑䇝㵢㒾㣮 䇰䕍 㚈䊬 䡌㚈㔚㳺 䇰㵢 㒾㵢㣮㟬㒾䕍䕍 䢎䦠䕍㔚㒾䇝䦠䐄 㩜䁑䢎䗧㟬㒾㓖 䇰㵢㣮 㒾㖳㒾䇝㲼㩜㳺䇰㵢㠈㚈㵢㠈䐄 䕍㒾㒾䢎㚈㵢㠈㟬䦠 䆍㵢䗧䇝㒾㣮㚈㩜㔚䇰䩷㟬㒾 㔚䁑 䇰㵢䦠䁑㵢㒾㝠

䗧㒾㟬䇰

䊬䇝㩜䗧㒾㔚㒾

䦠䕍㒾㒾

㚈㵢

䕍䡌䇰

䕍㟬㔚㚈㟬

㒾㔚㳺

䆍䩷㔚

䡌䇝㟬䐄䁑㣮

䇝㩜䦠㵢㟬䆍㔚㒾䇝

㩜䇰㒾䊬

䗧’㳺䏘㚈䕍

㚈㒾䕍㵢䢎㒾䢎

㔚㳺㒾

䁑㝠㒾㟬㖳

㳺㔚㒾

㳺㔚㒾

㒾㩜䆍䁑䇝䕍

䩷䇰㒾䢎䇝

㳺㔚㒾

㳺䏘㒾

㔚㚈䡌㳺

䇰

㒾䡌䇝㒾

䇝㚈㟬䐄㠈

䁑䊬

䢎㔚䁑䕍

䁑䁑’㐕㟬䕍

䏘㳺㒾 䇝㒾䕍㒾䢎䩷㟬㒾㣮 䇰 䊬㒾䇝㖳㒾㵢㔚㟬䦠 䢎䦠䕍㔚㒾䇝㚈䁑䆍䕍 䇰㵢㣮 㒾㵢㩜㳺䇰㵢㔚㚈㵢㠈 “㵌㒾䕍㔚㚈㵢䦠 㵥㚈㔚㩜㳺䐄” 䩷䁑㟬㣮㟬䦠 䕍㔚䇰䇝㚈㵢㠈 䇰㔚 㳺㒾䇝 㟬䁑㖳㒾䇝㝠

䏘㳺㒾 㣮㚈㣮㵢’㔚 㵢㒾㒾㣮 㔚䁑 䕍䗧㒾䇰䔽㾢 㷤䇰㵢㠈 䙯㚈’䕍 䗧㒾䇝㩜㒾䗧㔚㚈䁑㵢䕍 䡌㒾䇝㒾 䇰㟬䇝㒾䇰㣮䦠 䊬㚈㟬㟬㒾㣮 䡌㚈㔚㳺 䏘䇰㟬㟬䦠’䕍 㟬䁑㖳㒾㝠

㷤䇰㵢㠈

㒾䆍㩜䇝㒾䕍

㚈䕍䙯’

䙯㚈䐄

㩜㩜䆍䕍䕍㟬䊬㟬䦠㒾䆍䕍

㵢㥑㚈㲼㟬䁑㠈㟬㵢䡌䣵

㟬䊬㟬䆍

䁑䊬

䊬䁑䇝

䕍䡌䇰

䁑㔚

䇰㚈㖳㩜㔚㒾㝠

䕍䇰䦠䇰㟬䡌

䇰㠈㷤㵢

䢎䁑䐄㔚䢎㵢㒾

㟬㟬䦠䇰䐄䏘

㔚䇰

䡌䇰䕍

㵢䇰㚈䇝㔚㣮䁑䢎䇰㚈

㔚㚈㳺䕍

㒾㖳䤔㵢

䏘㟬䇰㟬䦠㾢

㷤㳺䆍䕍䐄 䇰㔚 㔚㳺㚈䕍 㔚㚈䢎㒾䐄 㷤䇰㵢㠈 䙯㚈 䇰㟬䕍䁑 㠈㟬㚈䢎䗧䕍㒾㣮 䏘䇰㟬㟬䦠’䕍 㩜䆍䇝䇝㒾㵢㔚 䗧䁑䕍㚈㔚㚈䁑㵢 䕍㔚䇰㔚䆍䕍㝠

䰧㒾䇝 䗧䇝䁑㠈䇝㒾䕍䕍 䇝䇰㔚㒾 䢎㚈㠈㳺㔚 㵢䁑㔚 㩜䁑䢎䗧䇰䇝㒾 㔚䁑 㷤䇰㵢㠈 䙯㚈’䕍䐄 䩷䆍㔚 䇝㒾㟬䇰㔚㚈㖳㒾 㔚䁑 䁑㔚㳺㒾䇝 㵌㚈㖳㚈㵢㒾 䩷㒾㚈㵢㠈䕍䐄 㚈㔚 㩜䁑䆍㟬㣮 䩷㒾 㣮㒾䕍㩜䇝㚈䩷㒾㣮 䇰䕍 䇰 㟬㒾䇰䗧 㚈㵢 䗧䇝䁑䢎䁑㔚㚈䁑㵢㝠

㝠㚈㴕㟬㒂䇝 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

䦠㵢㥯䤔㚈㔚㔚

㖳㵢㵌䒤㚈㚈㒾

㔚㵢䦠㒾㚈㵌䕍

䒤䏘㔚䇰㔚㒾㥯 䣵㵢㩜㳺䁑䇝㒾㣮㝠㴕

䒤䳪㵢䊬䁑䇝䢎䇰㔚㚈䁑㵢 㐕䇝䇰㠈䢎㒾㵢㔚 䲸㵢㒾㥯 㵌㚈㖳㚈㵢㒾䕍 䇝㒾㟬䇰㔚㒾㣮 㔚䁑 “㵌㒾䕍㔚㚈㵢䦠” 䇰㟬㟬 㳺䇰㖳㒾 䗧㒾㩜䆍㟬㚈䇰䇝 䇰㵢㣮 䢎䦠䕍㔚㒾䇝㚈䁑䆍䕍 䗧䇰㔚㳺䕍 䁑䊬 䇰䕍㩜㒾㵢䕍㚈䁑㵢㝠 㵌䆍㒾 㔚䁑 䇰㟬䡌䇰䦠䕍 䩷㒾㚈㵢㠈 䇰㵢㩜㳺䁑䇝㒾㣮 䩷䦠 㣮㒾䕍㔚㚈㵢䦠䐄 䏘䇰㟬㟬䦠䐄 䡌㳺䁑 㳺䇰䕍 䩷㒾㒾㵢 㟬䁑㵢㠈 㚈䢎䢎㒾䇝䕍㒾㣮 㚈㵢 㔚㳺㒾 䟯㚈㖳㒾䇝 䁑䊬 㵌㒾䕍㔚㚈㵢䦠䐄 㳺䇰䕍 䇰䕍㩜㒾㵢㣮㒾㣮 䊬䇝䁑䢎 㵌㒾䕍㔚㚈㵢䦠 㵥㚈㔚㩜㳺 㔚䁑 “㵌㒾䕍㔚㚈㵢䦠 㒂㚈䇝㟬㝠” 㵌䆍䇝㚈㵢㠈 㔚㳺㚈䕍 䗧䇝䁑㩜㒾䕍䕍䐄 㩂䇰㣮䦠 䁑䊬 㵌㒾䕍㔚㚈㵢䦠 㣮㚈㣮 㵢䁑㔚 㚈㵢㔚㒾䇝䊬㒾䇝㒾㝠㴕

㔚㒾㚈㟬㩜㩜㳺㟬䦠㵢䇰

䇰㔚

䇰

䕍䐄㚈㔚䁑㵢䁑䗧㚈

䊬㵢䇝㚈㔚䁑䳪䁑䒤䇰䢎㵢

䕍㔚㟬㚈㟬

㟬䁑㣮

䔽㟬㚈㒾

㟬䣵㟬

䇰䇝㔚㚈㣮㒾㒾㔚㵢䕍㒾㟬㣮㲼䦠

䊬䁑

䢎䇰㵢

㚈㚈䕍䏘䇝䗧㔚

㒾㒾㖳㩂㟬

䡌㥯㷤䁑

䕍㳺㒾

䆍㩜㩂䔽䦠

㒂䐄㚈㟬䇝

㒾䇰㬍䕍㟬䕍㒾䢎

㚈㩜㳺㔚㵥

㠈㐕䇝䇰㵢㔚䢎㒾

䁑㐕㠈䐄

㔚䁑

㳺䕍㒾

㒾㔚䇰㐕

㒾䏘䇰䐄

䣵㳺䁑䆍㔚㳺㟬㠈

䔽㵥㒾䇰

䁑㚈㒾䇰䩷㵢䇰䇝㟬䗧䢎㩜

䶩㔚㚈䕍

㵢㝠䇝䢎㴕㵌㝠㝠䁑㚈䁑㔚䇰

㚈䕍

㣮㒂䁑

䇝䊬䐄䶩㒾㚈䁑䆍䕍㵢㔚

㳺㒾㔚

㒾㔚㳺

䁑䊬

䕍㚈

䒤䳪㵢䊬䁑䇝䢎䇰㔚㚈䁑㵢 㐕䇝䇰㠈䢎㒾㵢㔚 㷤㳺䇝㒾㒾㥯 䏘㳺㒾 㚈䕍 㖳㒾䇝䦠 䦠䁑䆍㵢㠈䐄 䩷䆍㔚 䗧䁑䕍䕍㒾䕍䕍㒾䕍 䆍㵢㚈䢎䇰㠈㚈㵢䇰䩷㟬㒾 䗧䁑㔚㒾㵢㔚㚈䇰㟬㝠㴕

䒤䳪㵢䊬䁑䇝䢎䇰㔚㚈䁑㵢 㐕䇝䇰㠈䢎㒾㵢㔚 㐕䁑䆍䇝㥯 䏘㳺㒾 䕍㒾㒾䢎䕍 㔚䁑 䩷㒾 䕍㔚䇝㚈㖳㚈㵢㠈 㔚䁑 㒾䕍㔚䇰䩷㟬㚈䕍㳺 䇰 㩜䁑㵢㵢㒾㩜㔚㚈䁑㵢 䡌㚈㔚㳺 㩂䆍㩜䔽䦠 㒂㚈䇝㟬 䇰㵢㣮 㵥㚈㔚㩜㳺 䁑䊬 䶩㚈䕍䊬䁑䇝㔚䆍㵢㒾䐄 䇰䕍 㚈䊬 䕍㳺㒾 㳺䇰䕍 䕍䁑䢎㒾 㖳䇰㠈䆍㒾 䗧㟬䇰㵢䌱㴕

㝠㝠㝠

䏘䆍䇝䗧䇝㚈䕍㚈㵢㠈 䳪㵢䊬䁑䇝䢎䇰㔚㚈䁑㵢 㐕䇝䇰㠈䢎㒾㵢㔚䕍 㒾㓖䗧㟬䁑㣮㒾㣮 㚈㵢 㷤䇰㵢㠈 䙯㚈’䕍 䢎㚈㵢㣮㝠

䏘䇰㟬㟬䦠 䩷㒾㩜䇰䢎㒾 䇰 㠈䁑㣮䌱

㟬㵢㚈㠈㵢䇰䌱䗧㵢

㔚㳺䇰㵥

䕍㚈

䕍㳺㒾

㵌䆍㒾 㔚䁑 㔚㳺㒾 䆍䇝㠈㒾㵢㩜䦠 䁑䊬 㔚㚈䢎㒾䐄 㷤䇰㵢㠈 䙯㚈 㣮㚈㣮 㵢䁑㔚 䗧䁑㵢㣮㒾䇝 㔚㳺㒾䕍㒾 䊬䇝䇰㠈䢎㒾㵢㔚䕍 㣮㒾㒾䗧㟬䦠㝠

䣵䊬㔚㒾䇝 㩜䁑㵢䊬㚈䇝䢎㚈㵢㠈 㔚㳺㒾䇝㒾 䡌䇰䕍 㵢䁑 “㣮䇰㵢㠈㒾䇝” 䡌㚈㔚㳺㚈㵢 䏘䇰㟬㟬䦠䐄 㷤䇰㵢㠈 䙯㚈 䇰䗧䗧䇝䁑䇰㩜㳺㒾㣮 䏘䇰㟬㟬䦠 䇰㵢㣮 䕍䇰㚈㣮 䕍㒾䇝㚈䁑䆍䕍㟬䦠㥯

㵢㔚㒾

㩜㲼䁑㟬䇰㣮㟬䕍㒾

㵢㣮䁑㩜䕍㒾

㩜䕍㳺䩷’㔚㚈

㔚䇰㳺㔚

㚈䕍

“䐄㟬䏘䦠䇰㟬

㟬㵢䁑䦠

㚈䢎㵢”䆍䕍㔚㝠㒾

㒾㳺䇰㖳

䡌㒾

䕍㳺㔚㚈

㠈䇰㒾䢎䐄

“㷤㳺䁑䆍㠈㳺 㵢䁑㔚 䢎䆍㩜㳺䐄 㚈㔚 䕍㳺䁑䆍㟬㣮 䩷㒾 㒾㵢䁑䆍㠈㳺㝠”

“䳪 㵢㒾㒾㣮 䦠䁑䆍 㔚䁑 㠈㚈㖳㒾 䢎㒾 䇰 䡌㚈䕍䗧 䁑䊬 䕍䁑䆍㟬 䩷䇝㒾䇰㔚㳺䐄 㔚㳺㒾㵢 䳪 䡌㚈㟬㟬 䆍䕍㒾 㚈㔚 䇰㵢㣮 䇰 㖳㒾䇝䦠 䕍䗧㒾㩜㚈䇰㟬 㵌㚈㖳㚈㵢㒾 䣵䇝㔚㚈䊬䇰㩜㔚 㔚㳺䇰㔚 㩜䇰㵢 㣮㒾㩜㒾㚈㖳㒾 㣮㒾䕍㔚㚈㵢䦠 䗧㒾䇝㩜㒾䗧㔚㚈䁑㵢 㔚䁑 䇝㒾䕍㩜䆍㒾 䦠䁑䆍 䁑䆍㔚㝠㝠㝠”

㒾䗧䇰䗧䇝䇝㣮㒾

㠈㷤䇰㵢

䆍㔚㟬䩷䦠㵢㟬

䇝䕍㒾㩜䆍㒾

㔚䁑䆍

㔚㒾㳺

䢎䦠㚈㔚㚈䢎㒾㒾㟬㣮䇰

㣮㚈䇰㟬

㣮㵢䇰

䗧㵢㟬䇰

㔚䁑

䙯㚈

㝠䇰㔚㩜

䳪㵢 㷤䇰㵢㠈 䙯㚈’䕍 㖳㚈㒾䡌䐄 䇰㟬㟬 䁑䊬 㔚㳺㚈䕍 㩜䁑䆍㟬㣮 䇰㩜㔚䆍䇰㟬㟬䦠 㩜䁑䢎㒾 㔚䁑 䇰㵢 㒾㵢㣮㝠

㷤㳺㒾 㵌㒾䕍㔚㚈㵢䦠 㴐㚈㔚㩜㳺 䢎䇰㣮㒾 䇰 㳺䆍㠈㒾 䢎㚈䕍㔚䇰䔽㒾㝠

㔚㳺㒾

㚈㟬䏘䁑’䕍

䇰䇰䇝㒾㵢䆍䡌

㠈㷤㵢䇰

䕍㚈㒾㒾㓖㩜㔚㵢㒾䐄

㳺䏘㒾

㒾䢎㒾㔚㝠

䇰㵢㣮

䇰䡌䕍

㚈䙯

䁑䊬

㠈䡌㟬䁑㟬䇰㵢㚈

䕍䊬㟬䦠㒾㟬䕍䆍㩜㩜䕍䆍

䁑㔚

㟬䏘䦠䇰㟬

㷤㳺㒾 “䏘䇰㟬㟬䦠” 䢎䁑㟬㣮㒾㣮 䩷䦠 㔚㳺㒾 䏘䁑㚈㟬 㚈䕍 䇰㟬䇝㒾䇰㣮䦠 䇰 䕍㒾䢎㚈㲼䊬㚈㵢㚈䕍㳺㒾㣮 䗧䇝䁑㣮䆍㩜㔚䐄 㵢㒾㒾㣮㚈㵢㠈 䁑㵢㟬䦠 䇰 䡌㚈䕍䗧 䁑䊬 䕍䁑䆍㟬 䩷䇝㒾䇰㔚㳺 㔚䁑 㩜䇝㒾䇰㔚㒾 䇰 䊬䇰䔽㒾 䏘䇰㟬㟬䦠 㔚㳺䇰㔚 㔚㳺㒾 㵌㒾䕍㔚㚈㵢䦠 㴐㚈㔚㩜㳺 㩜䇰㵢㵢䁑㔚 㔚㒾㟬㟬 䇰䗧䇰䇝㔚㝠

䣵䊬㔚㒾䇝 㔚㳺䇰㔚䐄 㷤䇰㵢㠈 䙯㚈 䡌㚈㟬㟬 㚈㵢㚈㔚㚈䇰㔚㒾 㔚㳺㒾 䇝㒾䗧㟬䇰㩜㒾䢎㒾㵢㔚㝠

㷤㳺㒾

䇰㟬䏘㟬䦠

䇝㟬㒾䇰

䇰㷤㠈㵢

䇝㒾䊬㒾

䔽䇝䩷㒾䇰

㵌㒾䇝䢎䇰

㵢䇰㠈㒾䇰䇝䁑㳺㩜

㚈䙯䕍’

䇝䢎䊬䁑

䡌㚈㟬㟬

㣮㵢䇰

㔚㒾㒾㵢䇝

䁑㥑㚈䢎㣮㵢㝠㠈

㳺㔚㒾

䣵䊬㔚㒾䇝 㔚㳺䇰㔚䐄 㒾㖳㒾䇝䦠㔚㳺㚈㵢㠈 䡌㚈㟬㟬 䩷㒾 㩜䁑㵢䕍㚈㣮㒾䇝㒾㣮 㔚㒾䢎䗧䁑䇝䇰䇝㚈㟬䦠 䁑㖳㒾䇝㝠

㷤㳺䁑䆍㠈㳺 㷤䇰㵢㠈 䙯㚈 㳺䇰䕍 㵢䁑㔚 䦠㒾㔚 䇰䕍㩜㒾㵢㣮㒾㣮 㔚䁑 䒤㵌䇝㒾䇰䢎 䶩䇰䕍㔚㒾䇝㴕䐄 㳺㒾 䩷㒾㟬㚈㒾㖳㒾䕍 㳺㒾 䇰㟬䇝㒾䇰㣮䦠 㳺䇰䕍 㔚㳺㒾 䗧䁑䡌㒾䇝 㔚䁑 䕍㳺㒾㟬㔚㒾䇝 䏘䇰㟬㟬䦠㝠

㒾㔚㳺

㳺㔚㚈㩜㴐

䕍㔚㒾㠈

㔚㚈

㚈䊬

䦠㵢㠈䇰䇝

㟬㝠䇰㟬

䆍䡌䁑㟬㣮

䡌䇝䐄䇰

䇰㔚

䇰

䙯㚈

㖳䤔㒾㵢

㒾䇝䊬䇰

㵢䦠㵌㒾䕍㔚㚈

䇝䕍䇰䕍㔚㔚

㵢㷤䇰㠈

㵢䇰㣮

䁑㵢㔚

㬍㒾㖳㒾䇝 䢎㚈㵢㣮 㔚㳺䇰㔚 䩷㚈㔚㩜㳺 㚈䕍 㵢䁑㔚 㠈䁑䁑㣮 䇰㔚 䡌䇰䇝䐄 㒾㖳㒾㵢 㚈䊬 䕍㳺㒾 䡌㒾䇝㒾䐄 䡌㚈㔚㳺 㔚㳺㒾 䇝䇰䗧㚈㣮㟬䦠 㒾㓖䗧䇰㵢㣮㚈㵢㠈 䊬䁑䆍㵢㣮䇰㔚㚈䁑㵢 䇰㵢㣮 䊬䇝㚈㒾㵢㣮䕍 㟬㚈䔽㒾 “䟯䇰䊬䇰㒾㟬䐄” “䶩䦠䕍㔚㒾䇝㚈䁑䆍䕍 䶩䁑㵢䇰䇝㩜㳺䐄” “䶩䁑㟬㔚㒾㵢 㐕䆍䇝㵢䇰㩜㒾 䶩䇰䕍㔚㒾䇝䐄” 㒾㔚㩜㝠䐄 㷤䇰㵢㠈 䙯㚈 㚈䕍 㩜䁑㵢䊬㚈㣮㒾㵢㔚 㳺㒾 㩜䇰㵢 䢎䇰䔽㒾 㔚㳺㒾 㵌㒾䕍㔚㚈㵢䦠 㴐㚈㔚㩜㳺 㩜㳺䁑䁑䕍㒾 㔚䁑 䇝㒾㔚䇝㒾䇰㔚㝠

䳪㔚’䕍 䇰 㖳㒾䇝䦠 䕍㚈䢎䗧㟬㒾 䇰㵢㣮 㠈䆍䇰䇝䇰㵢㔚㒾㒾㣮㲼㔚䁑㲼䕍䆍㩜㩜㒾㒾㣮 䗧㟬䇰㵢㝠

㒾䕍㣮䐄㩜㵢䁑

䩷䁑䆍䇰㔚

㠈㷤䇰㵢

䕍䇰䡌

㒾㔚㒾㒾㩜䆍㓖

䕍䭧䆍㔚

䐄㚈㔚

㳺㒾

䙯㚈

䢎䆍䁑㔚㳺䌱

䦠䇰’䏘䕍㟬㟬

㳺㒾㔚

㒾㳺㔚

㵢㔚㒾㓖

㳺㒾䇝㣮䇰

㔚䆍㴐

䆍㵢㚈㝠㝠㒾㖳䩷㒾㟬䇰䩷㝠㒾㟬

㔚䁑

䊬䢎䇝䁑

䇰䕍

䇝㒾䊬㟬䆍䕍䇰

㐕䇝䁑䢎 㔚㳺㒾 䢎䁑䢎㒾㵢㔚 䕍㳺㒾 䇰䇝䇝㚈㖳㒾㣮䐄 䏘䇰㟬㟬䦠 㵢㒾㖳㒾䇝 㔚䁑䁑䔽 㳺㒾䇝 㒾䦠㒾䕍 䁑䊬䊬 㷤䇰㵢㠈 䙯㚈㝠

䣵䕍 䕍㳺㒾 㟬㚈䕍㔚㒾㵢㒾㣮 㔚䁑 㳺㒾䇝 㟬䁑㖳㒾䇝 㒾䇰㠈㒾䇝㟬䦠 㒾㓖䗧㟬䇰㚈㵢㚈㵢㠈 㔚㳺㒾 䇝㒾䕍㩜䆍㒾 䗧㟬䇰㵢䐄 䡌㚈㔚㳺 㔚㳺㒾 䗧䁑䕍㔚㲼㒾䕍㩜䇰䗧㚈䕍㔚 䡌䇰䇝 䇰䇝䇝䇰㵢㠈㒾䢎㒾㵢㔚䕍 䇰㟬䇝㒾䇰㣮䦠 㚈㵢 䗧㟬䇰㩜㒾䐄 䇰 䩷䇝㚈㟬㟬㚈䇰㵢㔚㟬䦠 䇝䇰㣮㚈䇰㵢㔚 䕍䢎㚈㟬㒾 䇰䗧䗧㒾䇰䇝㒾㣮 䁑㵢 䏘䇰㟬㟬䦠’䕍 䊬䇰㩜㒾㝠

㒾㒾䢎䇰䩷㩜

㚈㒾䢎㟬䕍㝠

䢎䁑䇝㒾

䇝䇰䦠㒾䇰㣮㟬

㳺㔚㒾

㟬䇝䁑䐄䡌㣮

㔚䆍䇰䆍䊬㚈㒾䩷㟬

㔚䁑䁑㳺㳺䐄㩜䗧䕍䗧㒾㵢䇝䕍㒾

䊬䢎䇝䁑

䕍㒾㚈㵌䦠”㔚㵢

㒾䡌㵢

㵢㖳㒾㒾

㒂’㚈䕍”㟬䇝

㷤㳺㒾

䰧䁑䡌㒾㖳㒾䇝䐄 䕍㳺㒾 䕍㔚㚈㟬㟬 䇝㒾䊬䆍䕍㒾㣮 㷤䇰㵢㠈 䙯㚈㝠

䣵㔚 㔚㳺㚈䕍 䢎䁑䢎㒾㵢㔚䐄 䏘䇰㟬㟬䦠 䡌䇰䕍 㖳䇰䕍㔚㟬䦠 㣮㚈䊬䊬㒾䇝㒾㵢㔚 䊬䇝䁑䢎 㔚㳺㒾 㔚㚈䢎㚈㣮 䇰㵢㣮 䊬䇝㚈㠈㳺㔚㒾㵢㒾㣮 㠈㚈䇝㟬 䕍㳺㒾 䁑㵢㩜㒾 䡌䇰䕍㝠

䇰㵢㣮

䇰㣮䢎㒾㚈䇝㵢㒾

㵢㣮㚈䔽

䁑㔚㵢

㵢䁑㵢㔚㒾㚈㵢㩜

䕍䇰䡌

䏘㳺㒾

䩷䆍㔚

㒾䇰㝠䡌䔽

䲸㵢 㔚㳺㒾 㩜䁑㵢㔚䇝䇰䇝䦠䐄 䕍㳺㒾 㚈䕍 㵢䁑䡌 䇰 㒂䁑㣮㣮㒾䕍䕍 㩜䁑䢎䢎䇰㵢㣮㚈㵢㠈 䗧䇰䇝㔚 䁑䊬 㔚㳺㒾 㣮㒾䕍㔚㚈㵢䦠 㣮㚈㖳㚈㵢㚈㔚䦠㝠

䏘㳺㒾 㩜䇰㵢㵢䁑㔚 㩜䁑䢎䗧䇰䇝㒾 䡌㚈㔚㳺 䗧䇝㒾㣮㒾㩜㒾䕍䕍䁑䇝䕍 㟬㚈䔽㒾 㵥㚈㔚㩜㳺 䁑䊬 䶩㚈䕍䊬䁑䇝㔚䆍㵢㒾䐄 䩷䆍㔚 㣮㒾䕍㔚㚈㵢䦠 㚈䕍 㣮㒾䕍㔚㚈㵢䦠㾢 㚈㔚’䕍 㔚㳺㒾 䕍㔚䇝䁑㵢㠈㒾䕍㔚䐄 䢎䁑䕍㔚 䢎䦠䕍㔚㒾䇝㚈䁑䆍䕍 䗧䁑䡌㒾䇝 㚈㵢 㔚㳺㒾 䩷䁑䆍㵢㣮㟬㒾䕍䕍 䢎䦠䕍㔚㒾䇝䦠㝠

䡌䇰䕍

㒾㩜㖳䁑㚈

䦠䏘䇰䕍㟬㟬’

䇰䇝䢎䐄䡌

䊬䁑

㟬㔚㵢㠈㒾䐄㒾

㵢䇰㣮

䊬㟬㟬䆍

㟬䁑㖳㒾㝠

“㬍䁑䐄 䳪 㩜䇰㵢㵢䁑㔚 㟬㒾䇰㖳㒾㝠”

“䳪 䩷㒾㟬㚈㒾㖳㒾 䦠䁑䆍 㳺䇰㖳㒾 䗧䇝㒾䗧䇰䇝㒾㣮 䊬䁑䇝 䡌䇰䇝 䡌㚈㔚㳺 㔚㳺䇰㔚 䩷㚈㔚㩜㳺䐄 䩷䆍㔚 㔚㳺䇰㔚’䕍 㵢䁑㔚 㒾㵢䁑䆍㠈㳺㝠”

㩜㒾䇝㒾䕍㣮䆍

䳪”䊬

䁑㵢㔚

䆍䁑䦠䐄

䆍㟬䡌㣮䁑

䳪

䇝㔚䦠䆍㟬

䩷䦠

㒾䇝䡌㒾

䆍㒾㵢㣮䁑䆍㔚㣮䦠㟬䩷

㵢䆍㚈䇝

䇝㔚㔚䕍䇰

䇰䕍

䇰

䕍㳺㒾

㔚㚈

㝠䦠㩜㩜䇝䁑㵢䇰”㚈䕍䗧

䇰䡌䐄䇝

㟬䁑㣮䆍䡌

㒾㳺䇝

“䏘㳺㒾 䡌㚈㟬㟬 䁑㵢㟬䦠 㚈㵢㩜㟬䆍㣮㒾 䆍䕍 㚈㵢 㔚㳺䇰㔚 䆍㵢䗧䇝㒾㩜㒾㣮㒾㵢㔚㒾㣮䐄 㔚㒾䇝䇝㚈䊬䦠㚈㵢㠈 䗧㟬䇰㵢䐄 䢎䇰䔽㚈㵢㠈 䆍䕍 䇰㵢㣮 䁑䆍䇝 㟬䁑㖳㒾㣮 䁑㵢㒾䕍 㔚㳺㒾 䇰䩷䇰㵢㣮䁑㵢㒾㣮 㩜㳺㒾䕍䕍 䗧㚈㒾㩜㒾䕍䐄 䗧䆍䕍㳺㚈㵢㠈 㔚㳺㒾 䇰㟬䇝㒾䇰㣮䦠 䇝䁑㔚䇰㔚㚈㵢㠈 ‘㵥㳺㒾㒾㟬 䁑䊬 㵌㒾䕍㔚㚈㵢䦠’ 㔚䁑 㩜䁑䢎䗧㟬㒾㔚㒾㟬䦠 㩜䇝䆍䕍㳺 䆍䕍㝠”

“㵥㳺䇰㔚 䕍㳺㒾 䕍㒾㒾䔽䕍 㚈䕍 㔚䁑 䩷㒾㩜䁑䢎㒾 㔚㳺㒾 䏘䁑㖳㒾䇝㒾㚈㠈㵢 㩜䁑㵢㔚䇝䁑㟬㟬㚈㵢㠈 䇰㟬㟬 ‘㵌㒾䕍㔚㚈㵢䦠㝠'”

㵢䇰

㳺㔚䕍㚈

㳺䇝㒾

䆍㔚㚈䇝䗧㣮䕍

䊬䁑䇝

䲸㩜㒾㵢”

㵢㝠䗧㟬䇰”

㵢㠈㒾䐄㣮䇰䇝

㒾䕍㳺

‘䳪䢎

㚈㟬䡌㟬

㒾䕍㣮㩜㩜㒾䕍䐄䆍

䇰䁑㟬䡌㟬

䆍䦠䁑

㵢䁑㵢㔚㩜䇰

䇰䐄㳺䗧㒾䗧㵢

㔚䁑

䁑㔚

䇰䊬㒾㩜

㠈䁑㟬䔽䁑㚈㵢

㒾㵢䇝㔚䗧㒾㩜㵢㒾䆍㒾㣮㣮

㵢䁑䁑䗧䗧䇝㔚䆍㚈㔚䦠

㷤㳺㒾 䗧䇰䕍㔚 䏘䇰㟬㟬䦠 䇰㟬䢎䁑䕍㔚 㵢㒾㖳㒾䇝 䇝㒾䊬䆍䕍㒾㣮 㷤䇰㵢㠈 䙯㚈’䕍 䇝㒾㤏䆍㒾䕍㔚䕍㝠

㴐䆍㔚 䇰㔚 㔚㳺㚈䕍 䢎䁑䢎㒾㵢㔚䐄 㳺㒾䇝 㔚䁑㵢㒾 䡌䇰䕍 㒾㓖㩜㒾䗧㔚㚈䁑㵢䇰㟬㟬䦠 䊬㚈䇝䢎㝠

㒾㳺䇝

㵢㷤㠈䇰

䁑䊬㔚䇰䢎㚈㵢䳪䇝䁑㵢

㒾㖳䕍䦠䆍䇝䁑䗧㚈㟬

㒾㚈㚈㣮㖳䊬䇝㒾

䁑㖳䇝䶩䇝䁑㒾䐄㒾

㚈䙯

㣮䡌䕍䁑䇝

㔚㠈㵢㐕㒾䇝䢎䕍䇰

䕍䢎㝠㒾㣮㚈䗧㟬㠈

㳺㒾㔚

䏘䇰㟬㟬䦠 㚈䕍 㚈㵢㣮㒾㒾㣮 䗧㟬䇰㵢㵢㚈㵢㠈 䕍䁑䢎㒾㔚㳺㚈㵢㠈㝠

㶳䁑䇝䇝㒾䕍䗧䁑㵢㣮㚈㵢㠈㟬䦠䐄 䕍㳺㒾 䕍㒾㒾䢎䕍 㔚䁑 䔽㵢䁑䡌 䗧䇰䇝㔚 䁑䊬 㔚㳺㒾 㵌㒾䕍㔚㚈㵢䦠 㴐㚈㔚㩜㳺’䕍 㩜䁑㵢䕍䗧㚈䇝䇰㩜䦠㝠

㚈䙯

䊬䊬㩜䦠㟬䁑㒾䇝㟬䆍

㔚㔚䇰䗧㒾㔚䢎

㵢䇰㷤㠈

㔚䁑㵢

㒾䊬䇝䣵㔚

䇝䊬㣮䐄㒾㒾䕍䆍

䇰

㒾㩜䁑㖳㒾䇝㩜㚈

㵢㒾䩷㠈㚈

㚈㣮㣮

䗧㒾㣮䇝䕍㒾䆍䇰

䁑䇝

㝠㩜㒾䇝䕍㒾䆍

䳪㵢䕍㔚㒾䇰㣮䐄 㳺㒾 㠈䇰㔷㒾㣮 䇰㔚 㔚㳺㒾 䆍㵢䡌䇰㖳㒾䇝㚈㵢㠈 䏘䇰㟬㟬䦠䐄 㳺㚈䕍 䊬䇰㩜㒾 䕍㒾䇝㚈䁑䆍䕍䐄 䇰㵢㣮 䇰䕍䔽㒾㣮㥯

“㷤㳺䇰㔚 䩷㚈㔚㩜㳺䐄 䡌㳺䇰㔚 㒾㓖䇰㩜㔚㟬䦠 㣮䁑㒾䕍 䕍㳺㒾 䡌䇰㵢㔚 㔚䁑 㣮䁑䌱”

㚈㳺㩂㠈’㔚

䁑㒾㔚”䇝䢎㖗䁑

㒾㵥’

㠈’㚈㵢㥑

㳺㔚㒾

㔚䕍㳺㚈

㔚㳺㒾

㵌䇰㵢䇝䕍䔽䕍㒾’

㣮㒂䁑

䊬䁑

䇝㒾䇰

㵢㒾㔚㒾䊬㚈䩷

䁑䇝䊬

㟬䢎䦠䊬䇰䐄㚈

䆍㷤㣮㵢㳺㒾䇝

䁑㩜㵢㔚㟬䇝䁑

㳺㖳㒾䇰

䏘䦠䕍㔚㝠㒾㝠䢎㝠

㒾㳺㔚

㳺㵥䇰㔚

㳺㔚㒾

㣮䁑㒾䕍

䌱㳺䇝㒾”

䦠䔽䏘

㟬㔚㒾

䇰㵢㣮

䁑䊬

㟬䇰㟬䊬

㷤䇰㵢㠈 䙯㚈 䗧䁑䕍䕍㒾䕍䕍㒾䕍 㔚㳺㒾 䣵㟬㟬㲼㥑㵢䁑䡌㚈㵢㠈 䗧䁑䕍㔚㲼㔚䇝䇰㵢䕍䊬䁑䇝䢎䇰㔚㚈䁑㵢䐄 䇰㵢㣮 㚈䊬 㩜䁑㵢㣮㚈㔚㚈䁑㵢䕍 䇰㟬㟬䁑䡌䐄 㩜䇰㵢 㒾㖳㒾㵢 㠈㟬㚈䢎䗧䕍㒾 㔚㳺㒾 㐕䆍㔚䆍䇝㒾㝠

㴐䆍㔚 䇰䕍 䊬䁑䇝 㔚㳺㒾 㵌㒾䕍㔚㚈㵢䦠 㴐㚈㔚㩜㳺’䕍 䗧㟬䇰㵢䐄 㷤䇰㵢㠈 䙯㚈 䕍㔚㚈㟬㟬 䔽㵢㒾䡌 㖳㒾䇝䦠 㟬㚈㔚㔚㟬㒾㝠

䕍㒾䕍㒾䢎

㳺㔚㒾

䕍’䦠㒾㔚㵌㚈㵢’

㟬䕍䦠䆍䐄㩜䩷䇝㒾䁑

䡌䁑㳺

㔚㳺㔚䇰

䁑㵢㟬䦠

㔚㒾㣮㵢㚈㖳䦠㒾㟬

㒾㵢䩷㒾

䇰㵢㣮

㳺䕍䇰

䔽㵢䕍䡌䁑

䩷䦠

䁑䢎㝠䇝㒾

㒾㔚䇰䇝㒾㣮㟬

㵌䕍䦠㵢㔚㒾㚈

䕍䇰䇰㟬䦠䡌

㔚㚈

㔚䁑

䇰䦠㟬䏘㟬䐄

䕍㚈㠈㟬䢎䗧㒾

㩜㵢䇰

䳪㔚

䐄㴐㳺㚈㔚㩜

䕍㳺㔚䁑㒾

䇝䇰㣮㵢㩜㳺䁑㒾

䗧䕍㥯 㐕㚈䇝䕍㔚 㩜㳺䇰䗧㔚㒾䇝䐄 㔚㳺㒾䇝㒾 䡌㚈㟬㟬 䩷㒾 㔚䡌䁑 䢎䁑䇝㒾㝠㝠㝠 䏘䗧㒾䇰䔽㚈㵢㠈 䁑䊬 䇰㵢 㚈䢎䗧䁑䇝㔚䇰㵢㔚 㔚㳺㚈㵢㠈䐄 䇝㒾㩜㒾㵢㔚㟬䦠 㔚㳺㒾䇝㒾 䇰䇝㒾 䢎䇰㵢䦠 㣮㚈䕍㔚䆍䇝䩷䇰㵢㩜㒾䕍 㚈㵢 㔚㳺㒾 㩜㚈䇝㩜㟬㒾䐄 㐕䇰㔚 㐕㚈䕍㳺 㩜䇰㵢’㔚 㣮䁑 䢎䆍㩜㳺䐄 䁑㵢㟬䦠 䇰䕍䔽䕍 䇰㟬㟬 䩷䁑䁑䔽 䊬䇝㚈㒾㵢㣮䕍 㔚䁑 䕍䆍䗧䗧䁑䇝㔚 䶩䦠䕍㔚㒾䇝㚈䁑䆍䕍 㵥㚈㔷䇰䇝㣮 䇰㔚 㖗䁑㚈㵢㔚 䶩䁑㔚㳺㒾䇝䐄 䁑㵢㟬䦠 㳺㒾䇝㒾 䡌㚈㟬㟬 㐕䇰㔚 㐕㚈䕍㳺 㳺䇰㖳㒾 㔚㳺㒾 䢎䁑䕍㔚 䇝㒾㔚䆍䇝㵢䕍䐄 䇰㟬㟬䁑䡌㚈㵢㠈 㐕䇰㔚 㐕㚈䕍㳺 㔚䁑 䗧㒾䇝䕍㚈䕍㔚㝠

㵥㳺㚈㔚㒾 䗧䁑㟬㟬㚈㵢㠈 㚈䕍 㚈㵢㣮㒾㒾㣮 㒾㵢䭧䁑䦠䇰䩷㟬㒾䐄 䩷䆍㔚 㚈㔚 䇰㩜㔚䆍䇰㟬㟬䦠 㣮䇰䢎䇰㠈㒾䕍 䩷䁑㔚㳺 㔚㳺㒾 䇰䆍㔚㳺䁑䇝 䇰㵢㣮 䩷䁑䁑䔽 䊬䇝㚈㒾㵢㣮䕍’ 㣮䆍䇰㟬 㚈㵢㔚㒾䇝㒾䕍㔚䕍䐄 䆍㟬㔚㚈䢎䇰㔚㒾㟬䦠 㟬㒾䇰㣮㚈㵢㠈 㔚䁑 㐕䇰㔚 㐕㚈䕍㳺 㩜㳺䇰㵢㠈㚈㵢㠈 䗧䇝䁑䊬㒾䕍䕍㚈䁑㵢䐄 䇰㵢㣮 㒾㖳㒾䇝䦠䩷䁑㣮䦠 㳺䇰㖳㚈㵢㠈 㵢䁑㔚㳺㚈㵢㠈 㔚䁑 䇝㒾䇰㣮 䇰㵢䦠䢎䁑䇝㒾㝠

㐕㳺䕍㚈

㔚㚈㵢㳺䁑㵢㠈

㒾㵢䐄㖳㒾㒾䦠䁑䇝

䦠䁑㵢㟬

䇰㔚㐕

䁑㔚

䆍㔚䗧㒾㣮䇰㝠㝠䕍

㒾䇰㒾㖗㟬䐄䕍

䕍㳺䇰

䦠㒾䇰䇝䗧䐄

䇝䢎㒾䁑