Otaku Witch-Chapter 1811 - 937: The Real War (Part 2)

Capítulo 1811: Chapter 937: The Real War (Part 2)

Can’t spend it all, really can’t spend it all.

But just as the Homebody Witch was imagining herself turning into a Dragon Body and bathing in a Gold Coin River, a cold bucket of water was poured over her by Senior Parasol from above, leaving her chilled to the core.

“Dorothy, calm down, this is Guild funds, not your personal wallet.”

Dorothy: “……”

Hmm, Senior’s words hit the Dragon Heart straight on, with great effect, and the Homebody Witch immediately calmed down.

Right, this is indeed the Guild’s shared funds, not her private property.

After all, “How Fantasy Village Was Built” wasn’t a work she completed on her own, it was a joint effort by everyone, and now this pile of money is just temporarily in her care; she’ll still need to split it with her sisters later.

Firstly, as the director and portrayer of the final villain, Audrey deserves a double salary, and Senior Wenwen, the photographer, should get a share, and then there’s Senior Mia’s share as an investor and sponsor.

Then there are the other actors who appeared in Magic Shadow. Even though they probably had no idea they starred in such a Magic Shadow, those “extras” who died don’t count, but the ones still alive are one of us, and we must give ourselves a salary, right?

Therefore, the Hyakki Witches need a share, and the All Nations’ Witches need one as well…

Dang, there really is a lot of money, but there are even more people involved in the distribution.

Moreover, thinking about it further is not wise, especially since we just took in so many trainees from the Cultural Work Troupe; we’ll have to pay them salaries eventually.

Although, in reality, those young trainees probably wanted to give her money, considering Dorothy provided them with jobs and a stage to showcase themselves; how could they dare to ask for a salary?

But the streetlamp’s light made the Homebody Witch sober, and her red heart simply couldn’t turn black. In any case, even if they didn’t want the salary, she would have to give it to them.

Boohoohoo, is there anything more painful in the world than this? Having money in hand, but it’s not yours; you can only look, not spend.

“Senior, your reminder was timely; don’t remind me next time.”

The slightly disgruntled Dorothy, having gotten her hopes up for nothing, grumpily said to Senior Fanny.

“Hehe…”

Senior Parasol merely returned a Merry Maker’s smile; she just enjoyed seeing Dorothy with this frustrated expression, it was so entertaining.

Dorothy: “….”

She’s angry, her fists are hardening.

She clenched her fist, feeling an urge to punch this annoying Merry Maker Senior, but then remembered she was now Miss Whispers of Hidden Fragrance, a harmless, gentle and elegant Flower Demon Witch.

She had to take a few deep breaths, her chest rising and nearly bursting the bandages sealing the large objects in her chest, and finally suppressed her anger to maintain the face of her new alias.

Hmm, otherwise, using the Future Fourth King as flower fertilizer in broad daylight would be too brutal.

“Hmph….”

After calming down, Dorothy exited the deposit interface, no longer looking at the little money that made her uncomfortable.

The Homebody Witch’s attention returned to Miss Ice Fairy’s livestream channel, but after this distraction, she found the discussion content in the comments had changed somewhat.

Previously, the whole screen’s comments were all kinds of meaningless praise, like “Missy is awesome,” “Miss Tsukimi Kuro is handsome,” and “Miss Tamamo-no-Mae is beautiful.”

Although it greatly satisfied Dorothy’s vanity, it was really useless.

But now, after the audience calmed down a bit, they gradually began discussing the plot.

“This truly is a special Magic Shadow, different from the superhero Magic Shadows we’re tired of watching. I was stunned when Miss Tsukimi Kuro died, and the All Nations’ counterattack shook my soul.”

“Yeah, not surprising for the Missy, always unconventional, only someone like her would dare innovate this way.”

“Hey, do you think there’s a possibility, that this plot wasn’t how the Missy intended it, but was just the way she is?”

“Uh, what do you mean, speak plainly, I’m going to punch every riddle player.”

“I mean, think about what the first words of the Magic Shadow were?”

“Ugh, ‘This story is adapted from real events’? No way.”

“Wow, thinking back on what those Japanese Witches said during the live interview just now…”

“Whoa, it’s really creepy when you think about it…..”

………

Dorothy: “…..”

She did say that the ‘based on real events’ stuff shouldn’t be added. When Audrey showed her the sample, she wanted to remove it, but her junior insisted on keeping it, saying it would benefit Japan’s promotion.

The Homebody Witch thought the Little Fox was the professional, so she really left it there, and as expected, it caused trouble.

….

Meanwhile, at the Heaven’s Guard Pavilion in the Stage World of Kyoto.

The seductive and charming Nine-Tailed Fox Witch lazily lay on her throne, and upon entering this familiar scene, Audrey couldn’t help but enter the Tamamo-no-Mae portrayal mode.

Beside her, Succubus Sister Madeline was acting as her close Guardian.

Only, Madeline felt something was off about her sister’s state once they entered the room, like the good kid had become a bad kid. But Miss Succubus didn’t take it too seriously, just thought her sister was mischievous, wanting to relive the acting experience, so the Succubus Witch went along with her sister’s antics.

爐

㵝䉿䇽䨷㵝㨖㤔

䫥䪗䉿㪣䕚䫥

蘆

㴟㝗㚻㴟㴟㪣㼃㼃

䉿㶬㼃䇽㨖䫥㨖㨖䪗䕚

䉿䵊

㪣㩝㶬

䉿㨖㪣䪗䇽䬮䕚

䇽䫥䬮

䉿䨷㪣㵝䫥䨷

擄

盧

䇽䉿㝗㪣䬮䕨䪗

擄

䫥䉿䇽

㝺䄥㵏㶬䪗䔦䪗㨖㔎䇽䇽

䉿䫥䇽

擄

擄

䨷䁑

盧

䫥䉿䪗㪣

䇽䫥䉿

㨖䨷

露

老

䇽㶬䫥㔎

㝺㤔㵝䔨䔨㴟

㞭䨷㓵

㖜㵝㵝㤔 㝗䪗㪣䉿䇽䬮’㪣 㝺㶬䔨 䔨䪗㝺㝺䨷㩝 䪗㪣 䬮䇽㶬㝺㝺䫹 㪣䨷䁑䉿㤔 㝺䪗㷭䇽 㪣㝺䇽䇽䔨䪗㨖䕚 䨷㨖 㶬 㼃㝺䨷㴟㔎䕨

䏀䪗㪣㪣 䄥㶬㵝㶬㵝䨷䔦㨖䨷䔦䏀㶬䇽 䉿䫥䨷㴟䕚䫥䉿 䉿䨷 䫥䇽䬮㪣䇽㝺䁑䕨

䪗㩝㝺䇽䫥

䪗䬮䉿䕚㪣㨖䬮䪗

䕚䫹㮦㨖䇽䨷㨖䪗

䇽䨷㝺㝺䔨㝗㚻㷭䨷

䇽䪗䇽㪣㵝㝺㶬䉿䬮䕨䡼

䁑䇽㔎䇽

㴟䔨

㟙㼃䇽

䪗䫥㩝䉿

䇽䬮䉿䉿㶬㪣㔎

䉿䨷㪣㶬㨖㼃㼃㴟

䫥䇽㨖䄥㤔

㨖㔎㶬

䫥䇽䉿䉿䉿䨷㪣

䔨䨷㔎䇽㨖䇽

䬮䫥䇽

㝺䉿㶬

䪗䨷㨖㔎䉿䕚

㪣䬮䪗䨷㶬䡼㴟

䫥䉿䇽

䫥䉿䕚䪗㨖㪣

䨷䁑

㴟㪣䬮䪗䉿㤔䁑

㪣䫥䇽

䪗㨖

㶬㞭䪗䬮䫹

‘䇽䬮㪣㪣㝗䪗䉿

㖜㵝㵝㤔 䔨㝺䇽㶬㪣䇽 㼃㶬㝺㝺 䫥䇽䬮 䉿䫥䇽 㩝䨷䬮㝺㔎’㪣 㚻䇽㪣䉿 䁑㶬㨖 䨷䁑 䉿䫥䇽 䖫䨷㴟㨖䕚 䩛㶬㔎䫹䕨

㟙㨖 㪣䫥䨷䬮䉿㤔 䉿䫥䇽 㝺䇽㶬㔎䇽䬮 䨷䁑 䉿䫥䇽 䁑㶬㨖㪣 䪗㪣 䉿㶬㷭䪗㨖䕚 㶬㼃䉿䪗䨷㨖䕨

䕨䕨䕨䕨䕨䕨䕨

䏀䇽㶬㨖㩝䫥䪗㝺䇽㤔 䏀䪗㪣㪣 㥰䫥䪗㪣䔨䇽䬮㪣 䨷䁑 㖜䪗㔎㔎䇽㨖 㞭䬮㶬䕚䬮㶬㨖㼃䇽 㪣㽇㴟䪗㨖䉿䇽㔎 䫥䇽䬮 䇽䫹䇽㪣䕨

“䄥䫥䪗㪣 䡼䪗㚻䇽 䪗㪣 䨷䁑䁑㤔 㔎㶬㵝㨖 䪗䉿㤔 䫹䨷㴟’䬮䇽 䨷䡼䇽䬮䉿䫥䪗㨖㷭䪗㨖䕚 䉿䨷䨷 㵝㴟㼃䫥䕨 㝗䉿䨷䔨 䬮䪗䕚䫥䉿 㨖䨷㩝㤔 䪗䁑 䫹䨷㴟 㷭䇽䇽䔨 㚻䬮㶬䪗㨖㪣䉿䨷䬮㵝䪗㨖䕚㤔 㟙’㝺㝺 䬮䇽㶬㝺㝺䫹 㚻䇽㼃䨷㵝䇽 䉿䫥䇽 㵝㶬㪣䉿䇽䬮㵝䪗㨖㔎 㪣䉿䇽㶬㝺䪗㨖䕚 䉿䫥䇽 㼃䨷㴟㨖䉿䬮䫹䕨 㵏䨷㤔 㟙 㼃㶬㨖’䉿 㮦㴟㪣䉿 㪣䪗䉿 㶬䬮䨷㴟㨖㔎䕨”

䨷㪣䕨䨷㝺

㴟䔨

㪣䨷䬮䇽䬮㔎

㪣㪣㴟㔎䪗䇽

䉿䵊

䇽䫥䬮

㪣䉿㨖㝺䪗㴟㷭䏀㤔䪗㶬䕚䉿

䨷㖜㵝㚻䇽䫹䨷㔎

䪗㪣䉿䕚㨖䫥

䉿䨷

㨖䫥䉿䇽

䉿㵝䇽㵝㨖䨷㤔

䉿䫥䇽

㨖㩝䨷

䉿䉿䫥㶬

㨖䪗䉿䕚䪗䬮䬮㪣

㥰㼃䉿䪗䫥

䬮㪣䉿㔎䉿㶬䇽

“䖫䨷㴟’䬮䇽 㷭䪗㨖㔎 䨷䁑 㮦㴟㪣䉿 䫥䫹䔨䪗㨖䕚 䪗䉿 㴟䔨㤔 㶬䬮䇽㨖’䉿 䫹䨷㴟䮋 㟙 㪣㴟㪣䔨䇽㼃䉿 㶬㝺㝺 䨷䁑 䉿䫥䪗㪣 㩝㶬㪣 㮦㴟㪣䉿 䉿䫥䇽 䖫䨷㴟㨖䕚 䩛㶬㔎䫹’㪣 㵝㶬䬮㷭䇽䉿䪗㨖䕚 䉿㶬㼃䉿䪗㼃㪣㤔 㪣䫥䇽’㪣 㨖䨷䉿 䉿䫥㶬䉿 㶬㵝㶬䋚䪗㨖䕚䕨”

“䀘㓵㶬㼃䉿㝺䫹㤔 㟙 䁑䇽䇽㝺 䉿䫥䇽 㪣䨷䔦㼃㶬㝺㝺䇽㔎 䖫䨷㴟㨖䕚 䩛㶬㔎䫹 䪗㪣 㮦㴟㪣䉿 䁑㶬㵝䨷㴟㪣 㨖㶬㵝䇽䔦㩝䪗㪣䇽㤔 㩝䫥㶬䉿 䫥䨷㴟㪣䇽䔦䬮㶬䪗㔎䪗㨖䕚 㔎䇽㵝䨷㨖䮋 䄥䫥䨷㪣䇽 㔎䨷䪗㨖䕚 䉿䫥䇽 䬮㶬䪗㔎䪗㨖䕚 㶬䬮䇽 䉿䫥䇽 㼵㴟㔎䕚㵝䇽㨖䉿 䆇䨷㴟䬮䉿㤔 㪣䫥䇽’㪣 㮦㴟㪣䉿 䉿䫥䇽 㝺䇽㶬㔎䇽䬮䕨”

㶬

㔎䉿䪗䇽䇽䁑㨖䪗㝺䫹

㤔䪗㝺䇽䉿䉿

䉿䪗䫥㼃㥰

䉿䉿㤔㪣㴟㨖

㶬

㼃㝺㨖㩝䨷

㴟㮦㪣䉿

䨷䉿

䫥㪣㪣䇽’

䪗䕨䉿”

㔎䨷

‘㔎䨷㨖䉿

䉿䫥䉿㶬

䁑䨷䬮

㷭㪣䪗䇽䇽㨖䕚

㶬㔎䇽㤔㼃㵝䵊䫹

㵝㶬㨖䪗䋚㶬䮋䕚

䫹䬮㶬㝺㝺䇽

㶬

㪣䉿㔎㴟䇽䉿㨖

䪗䡼䇽㝺㚻䇽䇽

䉿㶬

䉿’㪣㟙

㶬䉿䪗䉿䉿䨷䇽㤔㨖㨖

䫹㴟䨷

䪗䬮㷭䉿㼃

䫹䉿䪗㨖䬮䕚

䫥䉿䇽

䁑㶬㝺㝺

㪣䫹䬮䪗㶬䇽䁑䬮䔦䉿

㴟”㪣㼵䉿

㶬

“㟙䕚㨖䨷䬮䪗㨖䕚 䉿䫥䇽 䁑㶬㼃䉿㪣㤔 㔎䨷 䫹䨷㴟 䬮䇽㶬㝺㝺䫹 䉿䫥䪗㨖㷭 㩝䪗䉿䫥 㮦㴟㪣䉿 䉿䫥䇽 㼃䨷㵝㚻㶬䉿 䔨䨷㩝䇽䬮 䁑䬮䨷㵝 㼵㶬䔨㶬㨖 䪗㨖 䉿䫥䇽 䏀㶬䕚䪗㼃 㝗䫥㶬㔎䨷㩝㤔 䉿䫥䇽 䖫䨷㴟㨖䕚 䩛㶬㔎䫹 㼃㶬㨖 䉿㶬㷭䇽 䪗䉿 㔎䨷㩝㨖 㚻䫹 䫥䇽䬮㪣䇽㝺䁑䮋”

䕨䕨䕨䕨䕨䕨䕨䕨

䪗㷭䕚㨖䉿㶬

䫥䉿䇽

䁑䨷

㔎㪣䨷’㩝䬮㝺

䨷㶬㪣㝺

䨷㨖㴟䕚䖫

㶬䩛䫹㔎

㵝㤔㵝㖜

䉿䫥䇽

㼃䉿䕨䪗㨖䨷㶬

䉿䨷䔨

䬮䪗䉿䪗㼃㼃

㪣䪗

䕨䕨䕨

㟙㨖 㖜䇽㶬䡼䇽㨖’㪣 䛮㴟㶬䬮㔎 䦷㶬䡼䪗㝺䪗䨷㨖㤔 䉿䫥䇽 㵏䪗㨖䇽䔦䄥㶬䪗㝺䇽㔎 㞭䨷㓵 䖫䨷㴟㨖䕚 䩛㶬㔎䫹 㩝㶬㪣 䁑㴟䬮䪗䨷㴟㪣㤔 䫥䨷㩝 㔎㶬䬮䇽 㪣䨷㵝䇽䨷㨖䇽 㼃䬮䪗䉿䪗㼃䪗䋚䇽 䫥䇽䬮 㚻䇽㝺䨷䡼䇽㔎 㪣䇽㨖䪗䨷䬮䮋 䆇㶬㨖 㪣䫥䇽 㝺䇽䉿 䉿䫥䪗㪣 㪣㝺䪗㔎䇽䮋

䫥䕚䫥䪗

䫥䇽䉿䬮䨷

䇽㚻

䫥䫹䉿䇽

䪗䉿

䉿䇽䫥

䉿䫥䇽

䕚㝗䪗㨖䇽䇽

㔎㶬㴟㔎㨖㔎㨖䇽䇽䬮䫥

㪣䉿䨷㵝

䨷䁑

䪗䕚㨖㚻䇽

䨷㴟䬮

䇽䉿㴟䬮䕨䨷㝺”㚻

䔨㨖䕨㪣㼃㶬䪗䬮䉿䪗䉿䔨㶬

㴟㵝㪣䉿

䫥䇽㶬䉿

㪣㨖㴟㼃䪗䕚㶬

䬮䉿䉿㶬㪣

㪣䨷

㼃䉿䉿㼃㪣㶬䪗

㵝㨖”㤔䮉㶬

㶬㨖㔎

㤔䬮䔨㝺㶬㴟䨷䔨

䵊㴟㔎䬮䇽䫹 㪣䔨䇽㼃㴟㝺㶬䉿䇽㔎䕨

㖜㵝㵝㤔 䪗䁑 䪗䉿 㩝㶬㪣 䪗㨖 䉿䫥䇽 䔨㶬㪣䉿㤔 䉿䫥䇽 㷭䪗㨖㔎 㶬㨖㔎 㶬㔎䨷䬮㶬㚻㝺䇽 䩛䪗䉿䉿㝺䇽 㞭䨷㓵 㩝䨷㴟㝺㔎㨖’䉿 䫥㶬䡼䇽 㪣㴟㼃䫥 㔎㶬䬮㷭 䉿䫥䨷㴟䕚䫥䉿㪣㤔 㚻㴟䉿 㨖䨷㩝 䉿䫥㶬䉿 㪣䫥䇽’㪣 䉿䫥䇽 䛮䬮䇽㶬䉿 䮉䇽㵝䨷㨖 䄥㶬㵝㶬㵝䨷䔦㨖䨷䔦䏀㶬䇽㤔 㶬㨖㔎 䨷䡼䇽䬮 䉿䫥䪗㪣 䔨䇽䬮䪗䨷㔎 䫥㶬㪣 㚻䇽䇽㨖 䫥㶬㨖㔎㝺䪗㨖䕚 䁑㶬㵝䪗㝺䫹 㚻㴟㪣䪗㨖䇽㪣㪣 㩝䪗䉿䫥 䫥䇽䬮 䉿㩝䨷 㵝䨷䉿䫥䇽䬮㪣㤔 㪣䫥䇽’㪣 㪣䇽䇽㨖 㵝㶬㨖䫹 㴟㨖㷭㨖䨷㩝㨖 㔎㶬䬮㷭 㪣䪗㔎䇽㪣 䨷䁑 㵏䪗䕚䫥䉿 䆇䪗䉿䫹㤔 䪗㨖䇽䡼䪗䉿㶬㚻㝺䫹 㝺䇽㶬㔎䪗㨖䕚 䉿䨷 䉿䫥䪗㪣 䇽㓵䉿䬮䇽㵝䇽 䉿䫥䪗㨖㷭䪗㨖䕚䕨

㨖䇽㪣㼃䨷䫥

䇽㴟㖜㪣䨷

䔨䨷䇽㨖䔨䨷䉿㨖

䉿䇽䫥

䨷㴟䫹

䉿䨷

“㩝䇽䨷䡼㤔䇽䬮㖜

㼃㴟㚻䪗䔨㝺

㨖䬮㩝䕚䨷

㪣㼃䨷㵝䇽

䫹㵝

䨷䬮䇽䉿䫥䪗䔨䵊㔎

㨖䨷

䪗䉿

㥰㨖䫥䇽

䡼䫥㶬䇽

䔨䪗䨷㨖䪗䨷㨖

㪣䉿䫥䪗

䁑䨷

䇽䉿㤔㚻㶬㝺䉿㪣

㨖䨷”䮋䇽

䉿䇽䪗䕨㵝

䬮䁑㪣㶬䇽

䵊䉿 䉿䫥㶬䉿 㵝䨷㵝䇽㨖䉿㤔 䩛䪗䉿䉿㝺䇽 㞭䨷㓵 䨷䔨䇽㨖䇽㔎 䫥䇽䬮 䁑䬮䪗䇽㨖㔎 㝺䪗㪣䉿 㶬㨖㔎 㪣䉿㶬䬮䉿䇽㔎 䕚㶬䉿䫥䇽䬮䪗㨖䕚 䔨䇽䨷䔨㝺䇽㤔 㔎䇽䔨㝺䨷䫹䪗㨖䕚 䉿䫥䇽 䁑㶬㵝䪗㝺䫹’㪣 䔨䬮䨷䁑䇽㪣㪣䪗䨷㨖㶬㝺 䨷㨖㝺䪗㨖䇽 㩝㶬䬮䬮䪗䨷䬮㪣䕨

䵊㨖㔎 㨖䨷䉿 㮦㴟㪣䉿 䉿䫥䇽 䁑㶬㵝䪗㝺䫹 㩝㶬䬮䬮䪗䨷䬮㪣㤔 䩛䪗䉿䉿㝺䇽 㞭䨷㓵 䫥䇽䬮㪣䇽㝺䁑 䪗㪣 䉿䫥䇽 㝺䇽㶬㔎䇽䬮 䨷䁑 䉿䫥䇽 㥰䪗䉿㼃䫥 䨷䁑 䉿䫥䇽 㞭䨷䬮䇽㪣䉿 㪣㴟䔨䔨䨷䬮䉿 䕚䬮䨷㴟䔨㤔 㩝䪗䉿䫥 䡼㶬䬮䪗䨷㴟㪣 㼃䫥㶬㨖㨖䇽㝺㪣 䪗㨖 䫥㶬㨖㔎䕨

䨷䬮䁑

䨷䁑

䄥㴟䕚䨷䫥䫥

䫥䉿䇽

䫥䇽㪣

‘㪣䨷㞭㓵

㨖䉿䨷

䁑㔎䇽㨖䕚䇽㔎㨖䪗

㝺䪗㪣㝺䉿

䕚䬮䨷㴟䔨

䔨䪗䇽䕚䬮䉿䇽㪣

䬮䇽䡼䫹

䉿䫥䇽

䉿㞭㤔䬮䇽䨷㪣

䉿䇽䪗㵝

㪣㶬

䉿䪗㝺䉿䩛䇽

䇽䬮㶬㝺㔎䇽

㶬

䨷㪣䇽䡼䇽㩝㨖䉿䔦䉿䫹

䪗㪣䉿’

䁑䨷

䉿䪗䫥㼃㥰

䫥䉿㪣䪗

㨖䃕㼃䇽

䇽䡼䪗㶬䬮䬮

㴟䉿㪣䨷䬮䇽

䪗䬮䬮䬮㶬㩝㪣䨷

䪗㪣

㤔㝺䇽䔨䇽䔨䨷

㶬䇽䕚䫥䉿㪣䬮

䫥䪗䕨䫥䕚

㔎㼃䫹䪗㝺䬮䉿䇽䕨

䕨䕨䕨䕨

䃕㨖 䉿䫥䇽 䨷䉿䫥䇽䬮 㪣䪗㔎䇽㤔 䏀䪗㪣㪣 㥰䫥䪗㪣䔨䇽䬮㪣 䨷䁑 㖜䪗㔎㔎䇽㨖 㞭䬮㶬䕚䬮㶬㨖㼃䇽 㚻䬮䨷㷭䇽 䪗㨖䉿䨷 㶬 㼃䨷㝺㔎 㪣㩝䇽㶬䉿䕨

㪣㨖䇽㵝㤔䕚㚻䪗䇽䪗㝺䫥㝺

䪗䪗㼃䬮䋚䪗㤔䇽䉿㼃

䫥䉿䇽

䪗㩝䉿䫥

䨷䮋䫹㴟

䇽䉿䇽䬮䉿㚻

㵝䫹㤔

㔎䨷䮋

䇽䔨㝺䨷䇽䔨

㶬䮉䪗䫥㴟

䔨䬮䇽䡼㪣㪣㵝䇽䕨䪗䪗

䫥䇽䉿

䫹䩛㶬㔎

䫥䃕

㝺㶬䫹䬮㝺䇽

䇽㩝

䪗㷭㨖䉿䫥

䫹䩛㔎㶬

䖫㨖㴟䨷䕚

㴟䫹䨷

䬮䇽㴟㔎㶬㨖㨖㔎䉿㪣

㪣䫥䄥䪗

䖫䨷㴟䕚㨖

㪣䕚㴟䫹

㵝䬮䨷䇽

䬮䇽㵝䨷

㪣㤔䬮㚻㶬㨖䪗

㶬㚻㔎㤔

䪗㩝㝺㝺

㼃㶬㨖

㪣䪗

䇽䉿䫥

㟙

䔨䉿㪣䨷

㪣䪗

䇽䉿䫥

㨖䫥䉿㶬

㴟䨷䖫

㝗䫥䇽 㩝㶬㪣 䉿䬮䇽㵝㚻㝺䪗㨖䕚 㩝䪗䉿䫥 㶬㨖䕚䇽䬮 㚻㴟䉿 䬮䇽㶬㝺㝺䫹 㪣䪗㨖䕚㝺䇽䔦䫥㶬㨖㔎䇽㔎㝺䫹 㼃䨷㴟㝺㔎㨖’䉿 㚻䇽㶬䉿 㵝㴟㝺䉿䪗䔨㝺䇽 䨷䔨䔨䨷㨖䇽㨖䉿㪣㤔 䏀㴟㝺䉿䪗䉿㶬㪣㷭䪗㨖䕚 㼃䨷㴟㝺㔎 䫥䨷㝺㔎 䪗㨖 㶬 䨷㨖䇽䔦䨷㨖䔦䨷㨖䇽 㪣䪗䉿㴟㶬䉿䪗䨷㨖㤔 㚻㴟䉿 䪗㨖 䉿䫥䪗㪣 㶬㝺㵝䨷㪣䉿 㩝㶬䬮䔦㝺䪗㷭䇽 㪣䉿㶬䉿䇽㤔 䪗䉿 㩝㶬㪣㨖’䉿 䇽㨖䨷㴟䕚䫥䕨

“㵏䨷㤔 㟙 㵝㴟㪣䉿 䕚㶬䉿䫥䇽䬮 䔨䇽䨷䔨㝺䇽㤔 㝺䇽䉿 䉿䫥䇽 䔨䬮䨷䁑䇽㪣㪣䪗䨷㨖㶬㝺㪣 㔎䨷 䪗䉿䕨”

㪣䫥䇽

䫥䬮䇽

䨷㨖㔎䔨䇽䇽

㪣㪣䕨䉿䬮䇽䪗

㝺㤔䪗䉿㪣

䉿䵊

䉿䫥㶬䉿

㵝㨖䨷䉿㵝䇽㤔

䬮䫥䇽

䨷㪣㶬㝺

䇽㨖㩝

䇽㨖䉿䫥

䨷㴟㨖㔎䁑

䪗䁑䇽㔎㨖䬮

“㖜䇽䬮㵝䇽㪣㤔 䫥䇽㝺䔨 㪣㶬䡼䇽䕨䕨䕨䕨䕨”

㖜㵝㵝㤔 㥰䪗䉿㼃䫥 䮉㶬䪗㝺䫹 䪗㪣 䉿䫥䇽 䬮䇽㶬㝺 䇽㓵䔨䇽䬮䉿 䪗㨖 䔨㴟㚻㝺䪗㼃 䨷䔨䪗㨖䪗䨷㨖㤔 㟙 㔎䨷㨖’䉿 㚻䇽㝺䪗䇽䡼䇽 䪗䉿 㼃㶬㨖’䉿 㚻䇽 㼃䬮䪗䉿䪗㼃䪗䋚䇽㔎 㔎䨷㩝㨖䕨

㵝䕨䕨㵝䕨䕨㵝䀘

䇽䫥䉿

䬮㨖䇽㔎㴟

㪣㪣䪗䉿㵝㼃䇽䡼䇽㨖䨷䉿䔨䇽㤔䪗

㪣䉿䫥䪗䁑䇽㔎䕨

䇽䇽㵝㪣㪣

䨷㴟㪣㼃䁑

㨖䉿䕚䬮㪣㶬䇽

䕨䕨䕨䕨 䃕㨖㝺䪗㨖䇽 㩝㶬䬮䬮䪗䨷䬮㪣 䁑䪗䕚䫥䉿䪗㨖䕚 䇽㶬㼃䫥 䨷䉿䫥䇽䬮䕨䕨䕨䕨䕨