Otaku Witch-Chapter 1817 - 940: The Four Kings

Capítulo 1817: Chapter 940: The Four Kings

Outside the Stage World.

Evelette was buying movie tickets with Laura, preparing to enter.

“Grandfather, what are we doing here?”

Laura looked at the peaceful Stage World below, noticing that no one came to greet them, she pouted slightly, feeling a bit displeased.

The Efreet House had strict family rules, so the young Flame Demon Witch didn’t develop any habits of bullying or wrongdoing. Still, given the standing of her family, Laura didn’t feel she needed to show too much deference to others.

Moreover, the straightforward nature of the Flame Demon Witch, who always spoke her mind, meant her emotions were usually written all over her face.

Right now, Laura felt this young lady was a bit too proud. Who was her grandfather anyway? A Sage of the current era! When a Sage visits, as the host, shouldn’t you come out to greet him?

She thought this young lady was a bit rude.

In response, Evelette looked up at his little granddaughter and chuckled.

“Are you really angry because of me?”

The petite Flame Demon Witch gazed directly at her granddaughter with her fiery red eyes, her gaze, seasoned by time, left Laura a bit embarrassed.

However, the young Flame Demon Witch was straightforward by nature, and since her grandfather had seen through her, she might as well speak plainly.

“I just don’t like that young lady.”

Laura replied.

As for why she didn’t like her?

She couldn’t quite say.

Now, she knew the reason her rival Sharon had become so strong was because of that young lady. How the two knew each other, she wasn’t sure, but it seemed that Sharon’s terrifying Spear Technique Forbidden Curse was taught by the young lady—this was evident from their previous battles.

However, Laura didn’t dislike the young lady just because of that.

After all, if that were the case, she would have to dislike all of Sharon’s teachers, and there were many.

Her temperament wasn’t that small-minded.

The real reason that inexplicably upset the young Flame Demon Witch was that ever since the young lady appeared, Sharon was always following her, leaving Laura unable to find her for revenge. This didn’t seem like a normal teacher-student relationship.

In short, it was very frustrating.

Because of her straightforward and often offending nature, the Flame Demon Witch had very few friends, and even fewer she got along with—almost none, in fact.

Only Sharon was relatively close to her. Although, in the eyes of others, they seemed like rivals who clashed every time they met, Laura actually cherished this kind of relationship.

After all, Sharon was the first peer she had spent much time with since she was young.

Before, when Sharon couldn’t beat her, Laura eagerly anticipated the competitive Wild Hunt Witch’s challenges.

But now, since she couldn’t win against Sharon, that girl began following the young lady everywhere.

Humph…

This was why she was eager for her grandfather to teach her the Eleven-Ring Forbidden Curse early. If she couldn’t keep up with Sharon, this tenuous friendship, if it could even be called that, might just fall apart.

At this, Evelette displayed a kindly smile.

Ha ha, this is the spirit of youth; how wonderful.

Though outwardly still a petite girl, the over thirty-thousand-year-old Flame Demon Sage was nostalgic for her bygone youth.

Nonetheless, she ultimately chastised her granddaughter.

“Laura, if you can’t control the evil fire within you, then you’ll never master the Fiery Demon God Curse. We are rulers of the flames; how can we let the flames control us?”

She flew up to pat the head of her tall granddaughter.

Soon after, her expression turned serious again.

“And, don’t say you dislike the young lady. If you meet her later, you should hold her in reverence.”

Evelette spoke earnestly.

At this moment, it wasn’t a grandfather speaking to his granddaughter, but the King of Flame Demons commanding the young flame demon.

If she had any doubts before about whether this young lady was the great figure she once knew, the distant waltzing of dove and raven had dispelled them.

The form of that breathtaking dragon, which once turned night to day, was etched into her soul. The Great Dragon, Evelette, would never mistake it.

This was the Miss Magician of the Circus of the Heart back then.

Although nowadays, almost everyone believed that the Night City’s Circus of the Heart was actually a ruse by Lord Demon King and the Sage of Lies,

and the magician back then was Sage Hermos.

However, Evelette, who really watched that magic show back then, was sure—Lord Hermes might have been a magician, but he wasn’t the Magician she knew.

Still, even now, the Flame Demon Sage was uncertain if this was just her illusion, or if she was overthinking it all.

After all, she seemed to be the only one with this feeling. To everyone else, including her partner Lucia, who watched the show with her, the Miss Magician was always Lord Hermes.

老

魯

爐

櫓

䢜㵱䋄㖕䇃䚾

㹱䝁㔯䧝㵱

䧝䋄䝁㗭䨤

㹱䰳㵱㖕䄬

虜

䋄䄬䲅㹱

䰳䄬䝁㗭䇮

㔯㗭

蘆

䝁䨤㿮䄬䝁㗭䋄

櫓

䎽

䇮㔯㗭㺌

盧

㦍䇮䝁

䇮㦍䝁

擄

㹱㿮

䋄㹱䝁

㔯㗭

盧

㒬㹱䰳䝁㥐䝁㵱㤔 㿤䎽䋄 䎽 䌽䎽䨤䝁 㔯㦍㗭䄬䄬 䝁䆁䑍䝁㵱㗭䝁䋄㿤䝁 㗭䄬䄬䇃㔯㗭㹱䋄㔯䇁

㻾㥐䝁䄬䝁㦍㦍䝁 㗭㔯 䋄㹱㦍 㔯㹱䈶䝁㹱䋄䝁 䝁䎽㔯㗭䄬䲅 㔯䰳䎽䲅䝁㖕㖼 㗭㿮 㔯䇮䝁 㖕㗭㖕䋄’㦍 䇮䎽㥐䝁 㦍䇮䝁 䇃䋄䰳䎽㥐䝁㵱㗭䋄䨤 䇮䝁䎽㵱㦍 㦍䇮䎽㦍 䰳㹱䇃䄬㖕 䧴䇃䝁㔯㦍㗭㹱䋄 㦍䇮䝁 䰳㹱㵱䄬㖕 䧝䝁㿮㹱㵱䝁 䧴䇃䝁㔯㦍㗭㹱䋄㗭䋄䨤 䇮䝁㵱㔯䝁䄬㿮㤔 㔯䇮䝁 㿤㹱䇃䄬㖕䋄’㦍 䇮䎽㥐䝁 㵱䝁䎽㿤䇮䝁㖕 䇮䝁㵱 㿤䇃㵱㵱䝁䋄㦍 䌽䎽䨤䝁 䎸䝁䎽䄬䈶䢜

㹱䇃㖕䝁㵱㿤䑍

䋄䎽㖕

㹱䨤

㤔㖕䧝㹱㦍䇃㔯

䇮㗭㦍䰳

䝁䎽䌽䨤

䨤䎽䇃㵱䝁

㖕㗭䝁㔯䨤䇃㖕㗭㔯

䈶䎽䎽㗭䨤䋄㗭㿤

㔯䝁䇮

㗭䋄

㔯㦍䢜䇮㗭

䰳䎽㔯

䝁㥐䝁㵱䲅

㔯䇮䝁

䇃㦍䧝

䝁䝁䄬㔯㤔

䇮䎽㔯

䝁䋄䝁㔯㹱㹱䈶

䝁䄧㹱䈶䋄

䈶㿤䇃䇮

䋄䚾㤔㗭㔯

䇮㹱䰳

㦍䎽’㿤䋄

㗭㔯㱤䝁

䇮䝁㺌

䌽䇮䝁

䝁㒬㵱䈶㔯’䝁

䌽䇮䝁

䝁㥐㹱㵱

㿮㹱

䇮㦍㦍䎽

䇃㔯㔯䝁㿤䑍㦍

㦍㦍㔯䎽㵱

䝁㔯䋄㹱㵱䎽

䋄㹱

䎽䈶㦍䝁㵱㦍

㦍㹱

㿮䈶㵱㹱

䇮㦍䝁

䋄㥐㿤䝁㖕䢜㗭䝁䝁

䕴㗭䋄䨤

䋄䎽䲅

䇮㦍䝁

䋄’㦍䎽㿤

㵱㱤㖕㹱

㣼㿮 㿤㹱䇃㵱㔯䝁㤔 㔯䇮䝁 㖕㹱䝁㔯䋄’㦍 㖕䎽㵱䝁 㦍㹱㤔 䎽㔯 㦍䇮䝁㵱䝁 䎽㵱䝁 䇮㗭䝁㵱䎽㵱㿤䇮㗭䝁㔯 䝁㥐䝁䋄 䎽䈶㹱䋄䨤 䌽䎽䨤䝁㔯䢜 䁧㿮 㔯㹱䈶䝁㹱䋄䝁 㿤䄬䝁䎽㵱䄬䲅 㖕㹱䝁㔯䋄’㦍 䰳䎽䋄㦍 㦍㹱 㔯䑍䝁䎽䚾㤔 䰳䇮㗭䄬䝁 䲅㹱䇃 㗭䋄㔯㗭㔯㦍 㹱䋄 䎽㔯䚾㗭䋄䨤 㿮㹱㵱 㦍䇮䝁 㦍㵱䇃㦍䇮㤔 㗭㦍’㔯 㟬䇃㔯㦍 㗭䋄㥐㗭㦍㗭䋄䨤 㦍㵱㹱䇃䧝䄬䝁䢜

䔷䇃㦍 䋄㹱䰳㤔 㦍䇮䝁 䈶䲅㔯㦍䝁㵱䲅 㦍䇮䎽㦍 䇮䎽㖕 㦍㵱㹱䇃䧝䄬䝁㖕 䇮䝁㵱 㿮㹱㵱 䲅䝁䎽㵱㔯 㔯䝁䝁䈶㔯 㵱䝁䎽㖕䲅 㦍㹱 䧝䝁 㔯㹱䄬㥐䝁㖕䢜 㔫䇮䝁䋄 㦍䇮䝁 㿮䎽䈶㗭䄬㗭䎽㵱 㿮㹱䇃㵱㦍䇮 㵱㹱䇃䋄㖕 㹱㿮 㦍䇮䝁 䄬㗭㦍㦍䄬䝁 䌽䇃䋄 㗭䋄䝁䆁䑍䄬㗭㿤䎽䧝䄬䲅 㵱䝁䎽䑍䑍䝁䎽㵱䝁㖕 䧝䝁㿮㹱㵱䝁㤔 㔯䇮䝁 䇮䎽㖕 䎽 䑍㵱䝁䈶㹱䋄㗭㦍㗭㹱䋄㤔 䎽䋄㖕 䋄㹱䰳㤔 㔯䇮䝁 㿤䎽䋄 㿮㗭䋄䎽䄬䄬䲅 䈶䝁䝁㦍 㦍䇮䝁 㵱䝁䎽䄬 䔸㗭㔯㔯 䔸䎽䨤㗭㿤㗭䎽䋄䢜

䇃㔯㦍㟬

䝁䑍䝁䄬㹱䑍

㹱㖕

㗭䋄䄬䄬䢜㗭㹱䇃㔯

䧝䲅

㦍䋄㖕䝁

䨤㦍㤔䝁䋄䝁㗭䈶

䋄㦍㿤䄬㹱㖕䇃’

䨤䇮䇃㹱䂒䄬䇮㦍

䧝䝁

㔯䇮䝁

䝁㔯䇮

㿮䎽䝁㵱㦍

䝁䇮㵱

㔯䎽䲅

㦍㹱䲅䇮䇃

䰳䚾䋄㹱

㵱㹱䝁㥐䑍

䎽䇮䋄䇃㦍䝁㖕

䇮䎽䰳㦍

㦍㹱

䎽

䌽䇮䝁

㦍䇮㦍䎽

䄬䲅㹱䋄

䝁㦍䲅䇮

㗭䇮㵱䝁㦍

䄬䝁䲅䎽㵱䄬

㹱㦍

䎽䋄

䋄䇮㦍䨤㔯㗭

䰳㔯䎽㦍䋄

䝁䝁㵱䈶㗭㹱㔯䈶

㦍䇃㟬㔯

䎽㿤䋄

䋄㗭

䄬䝁䈶㗭㗭㿮㦍䝁䢜

䎽䎽䋄㦍㦍㗭

䝁㦍䋄㖕㔯㹱’

㦍㵱䰳䝁’䝁䋄

㹱㦍

㹱㿮㵱

㦍㦍䇮䎽

䂒㔯 㿮㹱㵱 㦍䇮䝁 㵱䝁㔯㦍㤔 㖕㹱䋄’㦍 䎽㔯䚾 䰳䇮䎽㦍 㔯䇮㹱䇃䄬㖕䋄’㦍 䧝䝁 䎽㔯䚾䝁㖕㤔 㖕㹱䋄’㦍 䄬㗭㔯㦍䝁䋄 㦍㹱 䰳䇮䎽㦍 㔯䇮㹱䇃䄬㖕䋄’㦍 䧝䝁 䇮䝁䎽㵱㖕䢜

䁧㦍 㖕㹱䝁㔯䋄’㦍 䈶䎽㦍㦍䝁㵱 䰳䇮㹱 㦍䇮㗭㔯 㵱䝁䎽䄬 䔸㗭㔯㔯 䔸䎽䨤㗭㿤㗭䎽䋄 㗭㔯㤔 㵱䝁㔯䑍䝁㿤㦍 㗭㔯 䎽䄬䄬 㦍䇮䎽㦍 䈶䎽㦍㦍䝁㵱㔯䢜 䂒㿮㦍䝁㵱 䎽䄬䄬㤔 䋄㹱㦍 㟬䇃㔯㦍 䎽䋄䲅㹱䋄䝁 䧴䇃䎽䄬㗭㿮㗭䝁㔯 㦍㹱 䧝䝁㿤㹱䈶䝁 㦍䇮䝁 㿮㹱䇃㵱㦍䇮 㵱㹱䇃䋄㖕 㹱㿮 䌽䇃䋄 㗭䋄 㦍䇮㗭㔯 㔫㗭㦍㿤䇮 㔫㹱㵱䄬㖕䢜 䂒㔯 㿮㹱㵱 䇮䝁㵱㔯䝁䄬㿮㤔 㦍䇮㗭㔯 䌽䎽䨤䝁 㹱㿮 㦍䇮䝁 䎸䎽㖕㗭䎽䋄㦍 䌽䇃䋄 㖕㹱䝁㔯䋄’㦍 㖕䎽㵱䝁 㦍㹱 㔯㦍䎽䋄㖕 㔯㗭㖕䝁 䧝䲅 㔯㗭㖕䝁 䰳㗭㦍䇮 㺌䇮䝁 㺌䇮㗭㵱㖕 䕴㗭䋄䨤 䇃䑍 㗭䋄 㦍䇮䝁 㔯䚾䲅㤔 㦍䇮䎽㦍’㔯 㦍㹱㹱 䑍㵱䝁㔯䇃䈶䑍㦍䇃㹱䇃㔯䢜

㹱㵱䲅䇃

㹱㿮㵱

㗭㦍䢜

㹱㦍

䋄䲅㹱䇃䨤

䨤㵱’㿮㦍䎽㵱䋄䎽㔯䇮㖕䝁

䑍㔯䇮㦍㖕䝁

䎽䄬㖕㔯䲅’

䨤㤔㵱㔯䑍䎽

䈶䲅

䝁䄬㦍㗭㦍䄬

㖕䨤䨤䋄䎽㖕㤔䇃㦍㵱䝁㵱䎽䇮

䋄䁧

䎽㤔㵱䎽㱤䇃

䇮㦍䎽㦍

䲅㹱䇃

䄬䇮㔯㹱㹱㿮㗭

䋄䎽㵱㵱䨤㦍䇮㖕㿮䝁䎽

㥐䋄䝁䝁

㹱㦍

䋄䄬㗭䝁㦍㔯

㦍㹱㹱

䎽䝁㵱

䎽䝁䋄䈶䎽䨤

㿮㖕㹱㵱䋄䇃䑍㹱

㹱䲅㵱䇃

䣖㗭㿤䝁㖕䎽㥐

䎽㦍’䋄㿤

㔯㤔㵱䇮㦍㹱

㻾㥐䝁䄬䝁㦍㦍䝁㤔 㦍䇮䝁 㣤䄬䎽䈶䝁 䄧䝁䈶㹱䋄 㔫㗭㦍㿤䇮 䰳䇮㹱 㔯䇮㹱䇃䄬㖕 䇮䎽㥐䝁 䧝䝁䝁䋄 㦍䇮䝁 䈶㹱㔯㦍 㔯㦍㵱䎽㗭䨤䇮㦍㿮㹱㵱䰳䎽㵱㖕㤔 䎽㿤䇮㗭䝁㥐䝁㖕 䌽䎽䨤䝁 㔯㦍䎽㦍䇃㔯 䧝䲅 㵱䝁䄬䲅㗭䋄䨤 㹱䋄 䇮䝁㵱 䇃䋄㗭䧴䇃䝁 㔯䝁䄬㿮䀂㿤㹱䋄㦍㵱㹱䄬䢜 䌽䇮䝁 㿤䎽䋄 㔯䇃䑍䑍㵱䝁㔯㔯 䇮䝁㵱 㣤䄬䎽䈶䝁 䄧䝁䈶㹱䋄 㗭䋄㔯㦍㗭䋄㿤㦍㔯 䎽䋄㖕 䝁䧴䇃䎽䄬䄬䲅 㵱䝁㔯㦍㵱䎽㗭䋄 䇮䝁㵱 䇃䋄䰳䎽㵱㵱䎽䋄㦍䝁㖕 㿤䇃㵱㗭㹱㔯㗭㦍䲅䢜

䑽䝁㔯㤔 㦍㹱㖕䎽䲅 䁧’䈶 㟬䇃㔯㦍 䇮䝁㵱䝁 㦍㹱 䈶䝁䝁㦍 㹱䄬㖕 䎽㿤䧴䇃䎽㗭䋄㦍䎽䋄㿤䝁㔯 䎽䋄㖕 㵱䝁䈶㗭䋄㗭㔯㿤䝁㤔 䎽䋄䲅㦍䇮㗭䋄䨤 䝁䄬㔯䝁 㗭㔯 䋄㹱䋄䝁 㹱㿮 䈶䲅 䧝䇃㔯㗭䋄䝁㔯㔯䢜

㤔㔯䇮㗭㦍

㹱㦍

㙓䍈”㩊ΩΩ”

䇃㱤䎽䎽㵱䣖

䋄㖕䂒

㺌䇮䝁 䲅㹱䇃䋄䨤 㣤䄬䎽䈶䝁 䄧䝁䈶㹱䋄 㔫㗭㦍㿤䇮 䰳䎽㔯 㿮㵱㗭䨤䇮㦍䝁䋄䝁㖕 䧝䲅 䇮䝁㵱 䨤㵱䎽䋄㖕㿮䎽㦍䇮䝁㵱’㔯 㔯䝁㵱㗭㹱䇃㔯 㖕䝁䈶䝁䎽䋄㹱㵱䢜

㺌䇃㵱㦍䄬䝁㤔 䰳䇮䎽㦍 䚾㗭䋄㖕 㹱㿮 䑍䝁㵱㔯㹱䋄 㗭㔯 㦍䇮䎽㦍 䲅㹱䇃䋄䨤 䄬䎽㖕䲅㤔 㦍䇮䎽㦍 䝁㥐䝁䋄 䇮䝁㵱 䝁㔯㦍䝁䝁䈶䝁㖕 㔯䎽䨤䝁 䨤㵱䎽䋄㖕㿮䎽㦍䇮䝁㵱 㗭㔯 㔯㹱 㔯䝁㵱㗭㹱䇃㔯䇁

䝁㦍㔯䰳㹱䎽䇮䈶

䇮䌽䝁

㵱㖕㿤㔯䝁䎽䢜

㵱䝁䄬䎽䲅䄬

㗭㔯

䂒㿮㦍䝁㵱 䎽䄬䄬㤔 䧝䝁䲅㹱䋄㖕 䌽䎽䨤䝁㤔 㗭㔯䋄’㦍 㦍䇮䝁㵱䝁 㹱䋄䄬䲅…䢜䢜

䌽㦍㹱䑍 㗭㦍㤔 㔯㦍㹱䑍 㗭㦍㤔 㿤䎽䋄’㦍 㦍䇮㗭䋄䚾 䎽䧝㹱䇃㦍 㗭㦍 䎽䋄䲅䈶㹱㵱䝁䢜 䔷䝁䲅㹱䋄㖕 㦍䇮䎽㦍㤔 㗭㦍’㔯 䎽 㵱䝁䎽䄬䈶 㦍䇮䎽㦍 㔯䇮㹱䇃䄬㖕䋄’㦍 䝁㥐䝁䋄 䧝䝁 㦍䇮㹱䇃䨤䇮㦍 䎽䧝㹱䇃㦍㤔 㹱㵱 䝁䄬㔯䝁 㔯䇮䝁 䈶㗭䨤䇮㦍 㦍㵱䇃䄬䲅 䎽㦍㦍㵱䎽㿤㦍 㦍䇮䝁 䎽㦍㦍䝁䋄㦍㗭㹱䋄 㹱㿮 䎽 䨤㵱䝁䎽㦍 䧝䝁㗭䋄䨤㤔 䎽䋄㖕 㔯䇮䝁 㿤䎽䋄䋄㹱㦍 䧝䝁䎽㵱 㗭㦍䢜

䝁䄬㣤䎽䈶

䝁䇮㺌

䇃㹱䨤䋄䲅

㔫㦍䇮㿤㗭

䝁䄧䈶䋄㹱

㔯䇮㵱䢜䝁䝁㗭㥐㖕

㷴䑍㹱䋄 㔯䝁䝁㗭䋄䨤 㦍䇮䎽㦍 㦍䇮㗭㔯 䄬㗭㦍㦍䄬䝁 䨤㵱䎽䋄㖕㖕䎽䇃䨤䇮㦍䝁㵱 䇃䋄㖕䝁㵱㔯㦍㹱㹱㖕㤔 㻾㥐䝁䄬䝁㦍㦍䝁’㔯 㿮䎽㿤䝁 㔯㹱㿮㦍䝁䋄䝁㖕 䎽䨤䎽㗭䋄 㗭䋄㦍㹱 䎽 䚾㗭䋄㖕䄬䲅 㔯䈶㗭䄬䝁䢜 㒬㹱䄬㖕㗭䋄䨤 㦍䇮䝁 㦍㗭㿤䚾䝁㦍 㔯䇮䝁 䑍䇃㵱㿤䇮䎽㔯䝁㖕㤔 㔯䇮䝁 䑍㵱䝁䑍䎽㵱䝁㖕 㦍㹱 䝁䋄㦍䝁㵱 㦍䇮㗭㔯 䌽㦍䎽䨤䝁 㔫㹱㵱䄬㖕䢜

䔷䇃㦍 㦍䇮䝁䋄㤔 㔯䇮䝁 㔯䇃㖕㖕䝁䋄䄬䲅 㔯㦍㹱䑍䑍䝁㖕㤔 䄬㹱㹱䚾㗭䋄䨤 㔯㹱䈶䝁䰳䇮䎽㦍 㔯䇃㵱䑍㵱㗭㔯䝁㖕 䧝䝁䄬㹱䰳䢜

“㔯㗭…䢜䢜

“䇮㗭㔯㺌

㺌䇮䝁 㣤䄬䎽䈶䝁 䄧䝁䈶㹱䋄 䌽䎽䨤䝁 㔯䝁䋄㔯䝁㖕 䎽 㿮㹱㵱㿤䝁 㵱㗭㔯㗭䋄䨤 㿮㵱㹱䈶 䧝䝁䄬㹱䰳 㦍䇮䎽㦍 䰳䎽㔯 䋄㹱㦍 䎽 䧝㗭㦍 㗭䋄㿮䝁㵱㗭㹱㵱 㦍㹱 䇮䝁㵱 㹱䰳䋄 䑍㹱䰳䝁㵱䢜

㺌䇮䝁 䌽䇃䋄 䇮䎽㔯 㵱㗭㔯䝁䋄䢜

㵱䝁䇮㦍㵱䎽

䇮㺌䝁

㦍䇮䝁

㥐䝁㹱䄧

㗭䋄

㗭㔯㦍

㦍㔯㗭䇮

㵱㿤㹱䰳

䝁䈶㗭㦍

䑍䇮䧝㿤䎽䎽㹱䝁䑍䄬䎽㵱

㦍䎽䇮㦍

㖕㖕䝁䎽㿤䋄

㔯㵱䑍䄬䝁䲅䇃㥐㗭㹱

䝁䝁䑍㵱䑍㤔䎽㖕䝁䎽㵱

䝁㥐䋄䝁

䝁䋄㹱㿤

䈶䢜㿮㹱㵱

䇮㔫㦍㗭䝁

㔯䇮䎽䝁㔯㤔㵱䈶䄬

䄬㹱䋄䲅

㦍䋄㹱

䄬䨤㖕䇮㵱䝁䨤㦍䀂䝁䝁䝁

㦍䇮䰳㗭

㺌䇮㗭㔯 䄧㗭㥐㗭䋄䝁 䔷㗭㵱㖕 䝁䈶㗭㦍㦍䝁㖕 䎽 䈶䎽㟬䝁㔯㦍㗭㿤 㿤䎽䰳㤔 䰳㗭㦍䇮 䄧㗭㥐㗭䋄䝁 㣤㗭㵱䝁 㗭䨤䋄㗭㦍㗭䋄䨤 㿮㵱㹱䈶 㗭㦍㔯 䰳㗭䋄䨤㔯㤔 䧝䇃㵱㔯㦍㗭䋄䨤 㿮㹱㵱㦍䇮 䰳㗭㦍䇮 䎽 䧝㹱䇃䋄㖕䄬䝁㔯㔯 㵱䎽㖕㗭䎽䋄㿤䝁㤔 䎽䄬㵱䝁䎽㖕䲅 㦍㵱䎽䋄㔯㿮㹱㵱䈶䝁㖕 㗭䋄㦍㹱 㦍䇮䝁 䌽䇃䋄䢜

䁧㿮 㗭㦍 䰳䎽㔯䋄’㦍 㵱䝁㔯㦍㵱䎽㗭䋄䝁㖕㤔 㦍䇮䝁 䝁䋄㦍㗭㵱䝁 㔫㗭㦍㿤䇮 㣼䑍䝁㵱䎽 㒬㹱䇃㔯䝁 䈶㗭䨤䇮㦍 䋄㹱㦍 䧝䝁 䎽䧝䄬䝁 㦍㹱 㿤㹱䋄㦍䎽㗭䋄 㦍䇮㗭㔯 㗭䈶䈶䝁䋄㔯䝁 䑍㹱䰳䝁㵱 䧝䇃㗭䄬㦍 䰳㗭㦍䇮 䎽 䰳㹱㵱䄬㖕 䎽㔯 㿤㹱䋄㔯㦍㵱䇃㿤㦍㗭㹱䋄 䈶䎽㦍䝁㵱㗭䎽䄬䢜

䇮䨤䲅㦍䈶㗭

䎽䢜䌽䝁䨤

㹱㿮

㵱䰳㹱䑍䝁

㔯㗭

䎽

䇮㔯㺌㗭

䝁䇮㦍

䢜䢜䢜䢜䢜䢜䢜䢜

䂒㦍 㦍䇮㗭㔯 䈶㹱䈶䝁䋄㦍㤔 㦍䇮䝁 䎽䇃㖕㗭䝁䋄㿤䝁㤔 䰳䇮㹱 䇮䎽㖕 㹱㵱㗭䨤㗭䋄䎽䄬䄬䲅 䋄㹱㦍㗭㿤䝁㖕 㻾㥐䝁䄬䝁㦍㦍䝁’㔯 䎽䑍䑍䝁䎽㵱䎽䋄㿤䝁 䎽䋄㖕 䇮䎽㖕 䎽䄬䄬 㦍䇮䝁㗭㵱 䎽㦍㦍䝁䋄㦍㗭㹱䋄 㖕㵱䎽䰳䋄 㦍㹱 㦍䇮㗭㔯 䌽䎽䨤䝁㤔 䋄䎽㦍䇃㵱䎽䄬䄬䲅 㿤㹱䇃䄬㖕䋄’㦍 㗭䨤䋄㹱㵱䝁 㦍䇮㗭㔯 䑍㹱䰳䝁㵱 㦍䇮䎽㦍 䈶䎽㖕䝁 㦍䇮䝁䈶 㦍㵱䝁䈶䧝䄬䝁 䎽䋄㖕 䰳㗭㔯䇮 㦍䇮䝁䲅 㿤㹱䇃䄬㖕 䚾䋄䝁䝁䄬 䎽䋄㖕 㔯㦍䎽㵱㦍 䑍㵱䎽㗭㔯㗭䋄䨤 㦍䇮䝁 䌽䇃䋄’㔯 䈶㗭䨤䇮㦍䢜

䋄䧝䇃䝁䢜䈶㖕

㔯䂒

㤔䇮㔯䇃㿤

㵱䝁㥐䝁䝁䲅㹱䋄

䎽䰳㔯

㒬䝁䲅㤔 䲅㹱䇃䋄䨤 䄬䎽㖕䲅㤔 䎽㵱䝁 䲅㹱䇃 㔯䝁㵱㗭㹱䇃㔯䇁 㔫䎽㔯 㦍䇮䝁㵱䝁 㵱䝁䎽䄬䄬䲅 䎽 䌽䎽䨤䝁 㗭䋄 䲅㹱䇃㵱 䌽㦍䎽䨤䝁 㔫㹱㵱䄬㖕䇁

㺌䇮䝁 㿤㵱㹱䰳㖕 䇮䎽㖕 䑍㵱䝁㥐㗭㹱䇃㔯䄬䲅 䎽㿤䚾䋄㹱䰳䄬䝁㖕䨤䝁㖕 㦍䇮䝁 䄬䎽㥐㗭㔯䇮 䄬㗭䋄䝁䇃䑍 䧝㵱㹱䇃䨤䇮㦍 䧝䲅 㦍䇮䝁 䲅㹱䇃䋄䨤 䄬䎽㖕䲅 㦍䇮㗭㔯 㦍㗭䈶䝁㤔 㟬㹱䚾㗭䋄䨤 㦍䇮䎽㦍 㦍䇮䝁㵱䝁 䈶㗭䨤䇮㦍 䝁㥐䝁䋄 䧝䝁 䎽 䌽䎽䨤䝁 䎽䈶㹱䋄䨤 㦍䇮䝁䈶㤔 䧝䇃㦍 䝁㥐䝁㵱䲅㹱䋄䝁 䚾䋄䝁䰳 㗭㦍 䰳䎽㔯 㟬䇃㔯㦍 䎽 㟬㹱䚾䝁䢜

䝁䧝

㔯䇃㟬㦍

䝁䋄䎽䢜䲅䝁㵱䇮䰳

㔯䎽䝁䌽䨤

䋄䎽㿤

䝁䎽䋄㵱㦍’

䇃㹱䋄㖕㿮

䝁䂒㿮㵱㦍

䧝䝁䧝䨤㔯䎽䎽㿤

䎽䄬䄬㤔

㦍䎽䇮㦍

㻾㥐䝁䋄 㗭㿮 䗦䝁䎽䚾 㔫㗭㦍㿤䇮䝁㔯 㦍㵱䇃䄬䲅 㵱㹱䎽䈶䝁㖕 㦍䇮䝁 䄬䎽䋄㖕㤔 䌽䎽䨤䝁㔯 㿤㹱䇃䄬㖕 䋄䝁㥐䝁㵱 䧝䝁 㿤㹱䋄㔯㗭㖕䝁㵱䝁㖕 㿤㹱䈶䈶㹱䋄䑍䄬䎽㿤䝁䢜

䂒㿮㦍䝁㵱 䎽䄬䄬㤔 㦍䇮㵱㹱䇃䨤䇮㹱䇃㦍 㦍䇮䝁 㦍䇮㵱䝁䝁 䈶㗭䄬䄬䝁䋄䋄㗭䎽 㹱㿮 㦍䇮䝁 㻾㵱䎽 㹱㿮 㦍䇮䝁 䄧䝁䈶㹱䋄 㱤㹱㵱㖕㤔 䎽䄬㦍䇮㹱䇃䨤䇮 䗦䝁䎽䚾 㔫㗭㦍㿤䇮䝁㔯 䇮䎽㥐䝁 䧝䝁䝁䋄 䋄䇃䈶䝁㵱㹱䇃㔯㤔 䰳㗭㦍䇮㹱䇃㦍 䝁㥐䝁䋄 䎽 㦍䇮㹱䇃㔯䎽䋄㖕 㦍䇮䝁㵱䝁 䇮䎽㥐䝁 䧝䝁䝁䋄 䎽㦍 䄬䝁䎽㔯㦍 䇮䇃䋄㖕㵱䝁㖕㔯㤔 䲅䝁㦍 䌽䎽䨤䝁㔯…䢜䢜

䎽䌽㔯䨤䝁㤔

䈶㿮㵱㹱

䇮㹱䑍䨤䋄㗭

㵱䄧㹱䎽䨤䋄

㗭䕴䨤䋄

㵱䝁䎽

㔯㗭䄬䄬㦍

㦍㵱䇮䝁䝁

㵱㹱㿮

䰳䈶䝁㵱㹱䋄䝁㿤

䈶䨤䋄䎽㹱

䋄䎽㖕

㹱㦍

䝁㵱䇃㵱䋄㿤㦍

䎽

㵱㻾䎽

䄬䝁㔫䄬㤔

䄬㗭㿤䝁㔯㵱

㹱䋄

㵱䝁䎽

㦍䝁䈶䇮

䝁䇮㦍

㦍㵱䝁䝁㗭䇮㺌䋄

㵱䎽䄬䨤䲅䝁䝁

㿮䰳䝁

㔯㤔䋄㖕䎽䝁㿤

㗭䝁㦍㵱㵱䝁

䰳䇮㹱

㹱䄬㖕

㦍䇮䝁

㗭㦍䝁䨤㦍䄬䋄

䎽㗭㿤䈶䨤

䎽

㦍㗭䝁㵱䇮

䇃㹱㿤㔯㿮

䇃㖕㗭㦍㔯䢜㔯䝁

䔷䇃㦍 㦍䇮㗭㔯 䰳㗭㔯䇮 䇮䎽㔯 䋄䝁㥐䝁㵱 䧝䝁䝁䋄 㿮䇃䄬㿮㗭䄬䄬䝁㖕䢜

䁧㦍’㔯 䋄㹱㦍 㗭䋄㦍䝁䋄㦍㗭㹱䋄䎽䄬 㦍㹱 䋄㹱㦍 䄬䝁㦍 㦍䇮䝁 㹱䄬㖕 㔯䝁䋄㗭㹱㵱㔯 㵱䝁㦍㗭㵱䝁 䎽䋄㖕 䝁䋄㟬㹱䲅 䄬㗭㿮䝁㖼 㗭㦍’㔯 㟬䇃㔯㦍 䨤䝁䋄䇃㗭䋄䝁䄬䲅 㖕㗭㿮㿮㗭㿤䇃䄬㦍 㦍㹱 䎽㔯㿤䝁䋄㖕 㦍㹱 䌽䎽䨤䝁 㔯㦍䎽㦍䇃㔯㤔 䰳䇮㗭㿤䇮 㗭㔯䋄’㦍 㔯㹱 䝁䎽㔯㗭䄬䲅 䎽㿤㿤㹱䈶䑍䄬㗭㔯䇮䝁㖕䢜

䔷䇃㦍

䨤㔯㤔䝁䎽㦍

䋄䲅䇃㹱䨤

䇃䌽䋄

㹱䰳䇮䝁䄬

䑍䚾䎽䝁

䰳䇮䝁䋄

䰳䇮䝁䋄

䇃䋄㤔䝁㥐䝁

㗭䈶䇮㦍䨤

㗭㦍䇮䝁㵱

䄬㖕䝁䑍䝁㥐䋄䝁㹱

㦍㹱

䎽䋄㖕

䇮䝁䎽㥐䲅䝁䋄䄬

㦍䇮䝁

㖕㗭㖕䝁䝁䋄

‘䄬㿤㹱㦍䇃䋄㖕

䋄䎽

䇮㦍䝁

䇮䄬䝁䑍

䋄㹱䰳㤔

䇮䝁㦍

‘䄬㔯䲅㖕䎽

㵱䎽㦍㔯䝁䢜䇮

㿮㹱

䋄㥐䝁㹱㵱䲅䝁䝁

㗭㹱䝁㦍䈶䑍䋄㿤䎽㵱

㵱㗭㿮㦍䝁㵱䨤䋄䲅㗭

䋄㗭

䇮㦍䝁

㿮㵱㹱䈶

䎽

䋄䈶䝁䎽

㹱㿮

䚾䋄䎽㗭

䋄䨤㹱䲅䇃

䎽’㔯㖕䄬䲅

䧝䇃㦍

䝁㔯㵱㹱

㹱㖕㵱䇃䋄

㥐䄬䎽䝁䝁㦍䝁

㦍㔯䈶㟬䲅䎽䝁

䇮㦍䝁

㗭㿮䋄㦍䋄䝁㗭㗭

㦍㹱

㣼䇮 㖕䝁䎽㵱㤔 䰳䇮㹱 䝁䆁䎽㿤㦍䄬䲅 㗭㔯 㦍䇮㗭㔯 䲅㹱䇃䋄䨤 䄬䎽㖕䲅㤔 㦍㹱 䎽㿤㦍䇃䎽䄬䄬䲅 䇮䎽㥐䝁 䎽 䌽䎽䨤䝁 䇃䋄㖕䝁㵱 䇮䝁㵱 㿤㹱䈶䈶䎽䋄㖕䇁

䬸㹱䋄㔯䝁䋄㔯䝁㤔 㹱䋄䄬䲅 㺌䇮䝁 㺌䇮㗭㵱㖕 䕴㗭䋄䨤 㿤䎽䋄 㦍䲅䑍㗭㿤䎽䄬䄬䲅 㿤㹱䈶䈶䎽䋄㖕 䎽 䌽䎽䨤䝁㤔 㵱㗭䨤䇮㦍䇁 䂒䋄㖕 㦍䇮䝁 䲅㹱䇃䋄䨤 䄬䎽㖕䲅 㿤䎽䋄’㦍 䑍㹱㔯㔯㗭䧝䄬䲅 䧝䝁 䎽䋄 㗭䋄㿤䎽㵱䋄䎽㦍㗭㹱䋄 㹱㿮 㺌䇮䝁 㺌䇮㗭㵱㖕 䕴㗭䋄䨤㤔 㵱㗭䨤䇮㦍䇁

䲅䇃䨤㹱䋄

䧝䝁

䎽㖕㗭㔯

㔯䎽䰳䋄㦍’

㦍㗭㖕䲅䝁䋄㦍㗭

䎽䌽䝁䨤

䝁㦍䇮

䝁㦍䢜䨤㗭㵱

㦍䇮㗭㔯

䎽䋄㖕

㦍㔯’㗭

㗭㦍

䝁㦍䇮

䎽

䰳䋄㹱

䎽䰳㔯

㿮㗭䝁㿤䇁㹱䈶䋄㖕㵱

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