Capítulo 1848: Chapter 1847: Night of the Undead Nightwalk

“I find this city truly magical. Not only can you see trains on the streets at night, but just by wandering around, you can meet friends who shouldn’t be here.”

The doctor joked to lighten the mood, seeing Shard wanting to thank him, he shook his head indicating it was nothing:

“But with this, except for the priest, our people are finally all here… Why do I suddenly have a bad feeling.”

“Doctor, that’s just superstition, don’t believe it so easily.”

Shard responded casually and then asked the girl in his arms:

“How did you get here? And where is she?”

He released Dorothy and nervously asked. Dorothy and Lecia could communicate at any time, so they shouldn’t be unaware of each other’s situation.

The golden-haired girl also understood Shard’s concern:

“I was at home writing a script, and then suddenly appeared here, but not in the city, it was outside the city in the southeast corner. That was an hour ago, and I learned where I was from the children in the village. I was originally going to ask for directions to enter the city, and then I encountered the doctor coming out of the market.”

Dorothy explained the situation as succinctly as possible. She wasn’t a weak girl and calmed down upon seeing Shard:

“Strangely, my connection with her is blocked by a strange force. It’s not completely impossible to communicate, but it’s like talking through a window. She said she is in a foggy place, surrounded by white mist. It’s an abandoned town without anyone. I knew you would find us, so I told her not to move and to find a house to rest.”

Shard looked serious as he took the pendant from Dorothy’s waist and handed it to Grace and Helen. The Red Butterfly Maidens sensed the pendant slightly, and combined with a map, quickly came to a conclusion:

“The other pendant is on the island in the center of the lake.”

“I will go with you.”

Dorothy immediately said, but Shard stopped her. It wasn’t due to distrust of Dorothy’s power, but for another reason:

“I will definitely find her, and once I do, moving together would be more dangerous, wouldn’t it?”

The last Day of the Red Butterfly was at Miss Galina’s farewell banquet for the second negotiation delegation leaving Tobesk. The next Day of the Red Butterfly is this Saturday, the 17th of the Rain-Prayer Moon. But now, it’s only Monday, the 12th of the Rain-Prayer Moon.

Dorothy reluctantly bit her lip but also knew Shard was right.

Shard looked at the doctor, who nodded and asked in a lowered voice:

“No problem, I came here originally to help you, I can leave at any time. However, did you notice anything strange in the city? The wandering spirits in the sky are becoming more real.”

“I noticed too.”

Dorothy also nodded, ensuring the guests on the first floor were in the corners and that no one was listening nearby, then continued:

“The doctor and I spent over half an hour entering the city and coming here. At first, those wraiths were indistinguishable from illusions, now any Circle Sorcerer can see them.”

Wearing a black dress, Helen lifted her skirt and ran outside to take a look. Although most of her memories were sealed, given that they were part of the ‘Interstice of Life and Death’ seal, they were all too familiar with this situation:

“This is a sign of a problem in space. It’s hard to say what truly exists outside the Material World but at least tonight, the city’s fragile space has connected with death.”

This fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, spoke of results the Church had yet to investigate:

“The instability in space has accumulated to some extent, and now large-scale anomalies have begun to appear. No, it’s not that the souls of the deceased can really leave death, that’s absolutely impossible. It’s like a mirror, the instability of space, like a mirror, projects the souls of death into the Material World, these are merely reflections of wraiths.”

“Connecting with death? Doesn’t that mean tonight, undead will be wandering Green Lake City?”

The doctor asked in surprise, and Grace cautiously distanced herself from him a bit, then nodded:

“If not stopped, it will certainly turn out that way. We don’t yet know the scale, fortunately, it’s not a complete spatial shattering. As dawn arrives, with the power of the sun and moon alternating, it will re-stabilize the order of the world, and it will end.”

“Meow~”

Mia lazily meowed, reminding Shard that more than one person had said, the light of the sun and moon, was one of the vital foundations stabilizing the Material World, which is why the Night of the Eclipse caused such a stir.

“The Church should take care of matters in the city, this is only the first wave of disasters caused by the unstable space, the Church can handle it.”

Shard said, then motioned for the doctor to set out with him immediately. The basement was nearby, and returning home to take the relics meant being in the strongest state.

“Sir, my sister and I will go with you.”

Helen tugged on Shard’s sleeve, looking up at him, but Shard shook his head:

“How much longer can you still exist?”

Using the Butterfly Summoning Flute to call upon Grace and Helen, their manifestation has a time limitation… Although the Randall Valley battle suggested that the ten-minute limit was probably made up by them to prevent Shard from hesitating to use the flute, the limit definitely exists, albeit not as strictly as ten minutes.

Helen was momentarily speechless, so Grace also grabbed Shard’s sleeve and looked up at him with big, watery blue eyes:

“No matter how long, we’ll stay with you until we disappear.”

Dr. Schneider secretly glanced at Dorothy’s reaction and unexpectedly found that Miss Writer didn’t care about this conversation.

Yet Shard still didn’t want them to set foot on the island:

“Stay here with Dorothy, protect this hotel. The other ladies will likely send someone as well. We don’t know what’s going to happen tonight, I need someone to protect this place.”

Saying this, he handed the cat, which looked very relaxed in his arms, to Miss Writer:

“Please also keep an eye on this cat for me, don’t let it run around tonight.”

Seeing Shard’s resolute attitude, Grace and Helen had no choice but to agree to stay. However, they tweaked the Red Butterfly Pendant in Dorothy’s hand to give it the power to locate the other pendant over short distances, helping Shard find it more easily. This wasn’t difficult, after all, the two pendants were originally a pair.

Afterward, Shard asked Mr. Soren Green to send people to Megan’s yacht, informing her to bring people to the lakeside to meet him and his group, who might return at any moment. He then went home to fetch the weapons he needed, and with the doctor’s company, left under the worried gaze of the young ladies.

“Detective.”

The doctor suddenly spoke in the night, looking very serious.

“Please go ahead.”

Shard assumed he had something important to say.

“If one day you get stabbed by one of the young ladies, I won’t help you. I’m a psychologist, I’ve seen a lot of such cases.”

“I… I’ll protect myself.”

The Green Lake Hotel has a small yard for unloading goods, with a horse resting inside. Shard and the doctor each rode a horse out of the city, noting that there seemed to be fewer patrol officers tonight because the Church’s team had fully deployed, preparing for the spectral projections in the sky.

After leaving the city, they no longer had to worry about drawing too much attention, tethering the horses to a tree while the doctor used his newly acquired Arcane Technique, “Dark Maze,” to protect them. Wings then grew from the doctor’s back, and Shard relied on Lagre’s Leap and his own speed to rapidly move toward the lakeside.

Not only was the sky over the city filled with hovering wraiths, but so was the space above Green Lake. However, Shard was not concerned. The large lake was exceptionally calm under the night’s embrace; he had intended to tread on water to reach the island, as the difference between water and land was insignificant to him. Still, the doctor had a better idea:

“Watch this.”

He held his hand in an uplifted position, and a black cube appeared in his palm. He casually tossed the cube toward the lake surface, and upon contact with water, it transformed into the coffin made for dealing with Maze Demon – Yaruu.

“Spatial items? Or storage-type spatial sorcery?”

Shard was quite amazed; it was a skill he’d long wanted, but the doctor shook his head:

“Just a simple application developed after gaining the demon’s power, effective only on non-relics possessing demon power. Come aboard, let’s set off.”

“Wait, how do you get on a coffin?”

Even before Shard could finish speaking, he saw the doctor leap onto the coffin. So Shard did the same, and as the doctor reminded him to stand firm, the coffin shot like an arrow across the lake surface toward the mist cluster in the lake’s center.

Despite still worrying about Lecia’s situation, Shard found the scene rather peculiar.

Dr. Schneider’s “transport device” was extraordinary; traveling by boat or walking on water would take significant time to reach the island, but standing on the coffin required only three minutes before the doctor, guided by Shard, brought the coffin to a steady halt at the northern dock of the island Shard was most familiar with.

Once they both jumped onto the dock, the coffin reverted to a black cube which the doctor stowed away, making Shard realize just how useful this ability was:

“Doctor, there’s likely to be spatial confusion on this island. Stick close to me and stay within each other’s sight. If, if we truly have the misfortune to be separated, you should leave the island first.”

Dr. Schneider gestured a reassuring sign towards Shard:

“Regarding spatial confusion, I now possess a certain degree of resistance, rest assured.”

After devouring the Maze Demon, the doctor hadn’t acquired a “space” spirit rune but evidently gained other rewards.

Shard was now quite familiar with this island. The dock connects to a path through the forest, and crossing the woodland leads to Green Lake Town nestled in the mist.

Although Dr. Schneider had seen the town in Mr. Soren Green’s dream, witnessing it firsthand still surprised him:

“The atmosphere here is truly unique. I could only describe it as ‘chaotic tranquility.’ If my most unruly patients came here, they’d surely calm down.”

櫓

㻉㖆㘘㑳㘘㻬䠗㩵㚅

䫁㭜䦠㲿䝶㻉

㘘䇩䚢㼕

䫁䑄㻉㲿䦠㭜’

櫓

㲿㖆㝶

老

㗀㻬䚁䚢䊛䦠㖆

㑳㩵䚁㻬䊛䚢

盧

䱽㘘

䊛䇩䑄䚁䝚䚢

䚢䊛

䦠㩵㲿㖆㻬㶂㶂

䦠㭜㲿

㖆㘘㭜

蘆

䑄䑄䇩㘘㼕䠗㘘㭜㖆

䦠䑄

䇩㑳㼕䑄㻬㻬

㭜㘘㖆䚢

䯶㘘䦠㖆䚢㲿䚢

䚢䊛㼕㘘

擄

路

㗀䊛䚁㻬䚢䊛

㖆㖆㘘䆜䦠㻉䝚䚢䚢

㼕㩵

㖆㭜㘘

䢬㶂䦠䝚㻬

路

盧

㘘䊛䑄

㩵䊛

㘘䊛

㑳䧊

㘘㼕䇩㻉䦠㲿䑄

㭜㘘㖆

䠗㘘㻉㖆䧊㘘㩵㻬䝚㑳

㘘㭜㖆

䚢㖆䠗㘘㻉㲿

䇩䑄䦠

㲿㻉㻬䢬㘘㖆㖆䧊

㲿䚢䦠

䇩㼕䝶䚢㘘

䊛㘘

䠗㘘㼕

䦠㘘㑊㖆䚢

䦠㶂䢬㻬

䚢䚢䫁㘘㲿䚁䦠䊛

㖆㭜㘘

䦠㘘

老

䦠

䱽䚢 㘘㭜㖆 䢬䊛䑄㘘䝚 㘘㭜㖆 㝶㖆㲿 㚅䠗㘘㘘㖆㻉㩵㻬㑳 㶂䠗㻬㻬㖆㲿 䦠 㲿䦠䚨䚨㻬䊛䚢䚁 㻉㖆㲿 㻬䊛䚁㭜㘘 㘘㻉䦠䆜㖆䝚 䦠㻬㻬㼕䇩䊛䚢䚁 䫁㭜䦠㻉㲿 䦠䚢㲿 㘘㭜㖆 㲿㼕䆜㘘㼕㻉 㘘㼕 㩵㼕㻬㻬㼕䇩 䧊㖆㭜䊛䚢㲿䝚 䇩䦠㘘䆜㭜䊛䚢䚁 㘘㭜㖆 䆜㻬㖆䦠㻉㻬㑳 㶂㼕䊛䚢㘘㖆㲿 㶂䦠㘘㭜 㼕㩵 㘘㭜㖆 㻉㖆㲿 㻬䊛䚁㭜㘘䝶 䧒䠗䑄㘘 䦠䑄 㘘㭜㖆㑳 䧊䦠㻉㖆㻬㑳 㲿㖆㻬㗀㖆㲿 䊛䚢㘘㼕 㘘㭜㖆 㘘㼕䇩䚢䝚 㘘㭜㖆 䚢䊛䚁㭜㘘 䑄㑊㑳 䧊㖆䚁䦠䚢 㘘㼕 䆜㭜䦠䚢䚁㖆䝶

䛌㭜䊛㘘㖆 䢬䊛䑄㘘 㖆䚢㗀㖆㻬㼕㶂㖆㲿 㘘㭜㖆 䑄㑊㑳 䦠䧊㼕㗀㖆 㘘㭜㖆 䊛䑄㻬䦠䚢㲿䝚 䦠䚢㲿 㗀䊛䑄䊛䧊䊛㻬䊛㘘㑳 㭜䦠㲿 㲿㻉㼕㶂㶂㖆㲿 㘘㼕 䊛㘘䑄 㻬㼕䇩㖆䑄㘘 㶂㼕䊛䚢㘘䝶 㔷㭜㖆㑳 䆜㼕䠗㻬㲿䚢’㘘 䑄㖆㖆 㘘㭜㖆 䢬㼕㼕䚢 㼕㻉 㘘㭜㖆 䑄㘘䦠㻉㻉㑳 䑄㑊㑳䝚 䧊䠗㘘 䇩㭜㖆䚢 㘘㭜㖆 㲿㼕䆜㘘㼕㻉 㻬㼕㼕㑊㖆㲿 䠗㶂䝚 㭜㖆 䑄䦠䇩䝚 㻬䊛㑊㖆 䫁㭜䦠㻉㲿 㲿䊛㲿䝚 䑄㼕䢬㖆 㼕䢬䊛䚢㼕䠗䑄 䚁㻉㖆㖆䚢 㘘㭜䊛䚢䚁䑄 㩵䦠㻬㻬䊛䚢䚁 㩵㻉㼕䢬 㭜䊛䚁㭜 䦠䧊㼕㗀㖆䝶

㻉䊛”㘘㶂䊛䝶䫁

㻬㓓”䊛㗀

㔷㭜㖆 㲿㼕䆜㘘㼕㻉 䇩㭜䊛䑄㶂㖆㻉㖆㲿䝚 䦠䚢㲿 䫁㭜䦠㻉㲿 䚢㼕㲿㲿㖆㲿㦿

“䫁㶂䦠䆜㖆 䊛䑄 䠗䚢䑄㘘䦠䧊㻬㖆䝚 䦠䑄 㘘㭜㖆 㘘䇩䊛䚢 䚁䊛㻉㻬䑄 䦠㘘 㘘㭜㖆 䊛䚢䚢 䢬㖆䚢㘘䊛㼕䚢㖆㲿䝚 㶂㻉㼕㑌㖆䆜㘘䊛㼕䚢䑄 㼕㩵 㲿㖆䦠㲿 䑄㼕䠗㻬䑄䝶”

㗀㭜㖆䦠

䇩䦠㭜㘘

䳾㖆䚢㻉㖆 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

㘘㥒䦠㖆㻉㻬䚢

㭜䆜㼕䦠䑄

䚢䊛

㘘㼕䚢

㶂㻉䚁㻉䑄㖆㼕䑄

㘘㻬䦠䑄㶂䦠䊛

㻉䦠䝶䑄㖆䦠

㭜㘘䚢䦠

䧊㘘䠗

䚢㼕

㘘䊛

䊛㘘㻉㭜㖆

㭜䦠㶂㲿㶂㖆㖆䚢

㑳䊛㘘䆜

㔷㖆㭜

䦠䑄㻬㲿䚢䱽

㔷㭜䠗䝚䑄

㖆䱟㑊䦠

䢬䊛㶂䑄䆜䦠㘘

㶂㶂䑄䚢㖆䦠㭜

䑄䇩䦠

㘘㭜㖆

㼕䠗䠗㲿㻬㖆䚢㲿㘘䧊㑳

㼕䝶㩵㻉㻉䦠䇩㲿

䦠㑳䢬

㖆㭜㖆㻉

䚢䊛

㼕䚢䠗㲿䚁䑄䚢䠗㻉㻉䊛

䇩㼕䑄㖆㻉

㖆㘘㑳䝚

㩵㻉䦠

㔷㭜㖆 䚁㻉㖆㖆䚢 䚁㻬䊛䢬䢬㖆㻉䑄 䊛䚢 㘘㭜㖆 䑄㑊㑳 䇩㖆㻉㖆䚢’㘘 䢬䦠䚢㑳䝚 䦠䚢㲿 䫁㭜䦠㻉㲿 䦠䚢㲿 㘘㭜㖆 㲿㼕䆜㘘㼕㻉 䆜㼕䠗㻬㲿 㼕䚢㻬㑳 䟖䠗䊛䆜㑊㖆䚢 㘘㭜㖆䊛㻉 㶂䦠䆜㖆䝚 㩵㼕㻬㻬㼕䇩䊛䚢䚁 㘘㭜㖆 㻉㖆㲿 䧊䠗㘘㘘㖆㻉㩵㻬㑳䝚 㭜㼕㶂䊛䚢䚁 㘘㼕 㲿㼕㲿䚁㖆 䦠 䧊䦠㘘㘘㻬㖆䝶 㚅䠗㘘 䱟㖆䆜䊛䦠’䑄 㻬㼕䆜䦠㘘䊛㼕䚢 䇩䦠䑄 㼕䚢 㘘㭜㖆 㼕㘘㭜㖆㻉 䑄䊛㲿㖆 㼕㩵 㘘㭜㖆 㘘㼕䇩䚢䝚 䑄㼕 䧊㖆㩵㼕㻉㖆 䑄㖆㖆䊛䚢䚁 䱟㖆䆜䊛䦠䝚 㘘㭜㖆 㩵䊛㻉䑄㘘 䑄㼕䠗㻬 㶂㻉㼕㑌㖆䆜㘘䊛㼕䚢 䊛䚢 㘘㭜㖆 䑄㑊㑳 㭜䦠㲿 䦠㻬㻉㖆䦠㲿㑳 㲿㖆䑄䆜㖆䚢㲿㖆㲿 䧊㖆㩵㼕㻉㖆 㘘㭜㖆䢬䝶

㝶䦠㘘㭜㖆㻉 㘘㭜䦠䚢 䦠䚢 㖆㗀䊛㻬 䑄㶂䊛㻉䊛㘘䝚 䊛㘘 䇩䦠䑄 䢬㼕㻉㖆 䦠㶂㘘 㘘㼕 㲿㖆䑄䆜㻉䊛䧊㖆 䊛㘘 䦠䑄 䦠 䑄㶂䦠㘘䊛䦠㻬 㲿䊛䑄㘘㼕㻉㘘䊛㼕䚢 䊛䚢㩵㻬䠗㖆䚢䆜㖆㲿 㭜㖆䦠㗀䊛㻬㑳 䧊㑳 䑄㶂䦠㘘䊛䦠㻬 㶂㼕䇩㖆㻉䝶 䱽㘘 䇩䦠䑄 䦠 䑄㶂䊛㻉䊛㘘 㖆䚢㘘䊛㘘㑳 㻉䊛㲿㲿㻬㖆㲿 䇩䊛㘘㭜 䚢䠗䢬㖆㻉㼕䠗䑄 䆜㻉䦠䆜㑊䑄䝚 㶂㼕䑄䑄㖆䑄䑄䊛䚢䚁 㘘㭜㻉㖆㖆 㭜㖆䦠㲿䑄䝚 㩵㼕䠗㻉 䦠㻉䢬䑄䝚 䦠䚢㲿 㘘㭜㻉㖆㖆 㻬㖆䚁䑄䝶 㔷㭜㖆䑄㖆 㻬䊛䢬䧊䑄 䇩㖆㻉㖆 䚢㼕㘘 㖆㗀㖆䚢㻬㑳 㲿䊛䑄㘘㻉䊛䧊䠗㘘㖆㲿 䦠㻉㼕䠗䚢㲿 㘘㭜㖆 䑄㶂䊛㻉䊛㘘 䧊䠗㘘 䇩㖆㻉㖆 㻉䦠㘘㭜㖆㻉 䆜㭜䦠㼕㘘䊛䆜䝚 䇩䊛㘘㭜 㖆㗀㖆䚢 䦠㻉䢬䑄 䑄䇩䊛䚢䚁䊛䚢䚁 㩵㻉㼕䢬 㘘㭜㖆 䇩䦠䊛䑄㘘 䦠䚢㲿 䚢㖆䆜㑊䝚 㶂㻉㼕㗀䊛䚢䚁 䦠䚁䦠䊛䚢 㘘㭜䦠㘘 䊛㘘 䇩䦠䑄 㩵㼕㻉䆜䊛䧊㻬㑳 㶂䊛㖆䆜㖆㲿 㘘㼕䚁㖆㘘㭜㖆㻉 㩵㻉㼕䢬 䢬䠗㻬㘘䊛㶂㻬㖆 䑄㶂䊛㻉䊛㘘 㶂㻉㼕㑌㖆䆜㘘䊛㼕䚢䑄䝶

㭜䦠䝚㻉䫁㲿

㭜㘘䦠㘘

㩵㘘㲿䦠㻬㼕㖆

䦠䚢㲿

㖆㻬䚢㘘㑳䊛㻉㖆

㗀䧊䝶䦠㘘㻬㖆䚢䊛㖆䊛

㖆㻬䧊㘘䦠㘘

㲿䦠䚢

㻉䦠䊛䊛㘘㑳㻬㼕䝚㘘䦠䚢

㘘䚢䚢䑄㖆㖆䊛

㻬䦠䚢䊛䝚䚁㲿䚢

㘘㭜㖆

㖆㻬䆜䦠䊛䢬

㲿䦠㻬䆜㑊㖆

䦠䑄䇩

㭜㖆㘘

䦠㘘㲿㻉䑄㼕䇩

䊛䦠㲿䚢㘘䆜䚢䊛䚁䊛

䊛㘘

䚢㼕㶂䠗

㘘䱽

䆜㼕㻉㼕㲿㘘

䦠䚢㑳

“䕽㼕㼕䚢㻬䊛䚁㭜㘘 䫁㻬䦠䑄㭜䠟”

䫁㭜䦠㻉㲿 㻉䦠䊛䑄㖆㲿 㭜䊛䑄 㭜䦠䚢㲿䝚 䑄㖆䚢㲿䊛䚢䚁 㩵㼕㻉㘘㭜 䦠 䑄㘘㻉㖆䦠㑊 㼕㩵 䢬㼕㼕䚢㻬䊛䚁㭜㘘 䊛䚢㘘㼕 㘘㭜㖆 䢬䊛䑄㘘䝶 㔷㭜㖆 䑄㘘㻉䊛㑊㖆 䇩䦠䑄 㶂㻉㖆䆜䊛䑄㖆䝚 䧊䠗㘘 䦠㩵㘘㖆㻉 㭜䊛㘘㘘䊛䚢䚁 㘘㭜㖆 㘘䦠㻉䚁㖆㘘䝚 㘘㭜㖆 䑄㶂䦠䆜㖆 㲿䊛䑄㘘㼕㻉㘘䊛㼕䚢 䢬㼕㲿㖆㻬㖆㲿 䦠㩵㘘㖆㻉 䦠 䑄㶂䊛㻉䊛㘘 㖆䚢㘘䊛㘘㑳 䢬㖆㻉㖆㻬㑳 㻬㼕䑄㘘 䦠䚢 䦠㻉䢬䝶 㔷㭜㖆 㲿㖆䑄㘘㻉䠗䆜㘘䊛㗀㖆 㖆㩵㩵㖆䆜㘘 㼕㩵 㘘㭜㖆 䫁䊛㻬㗀㖆㻉䢬㼕㼕䚢 䫁㻬䦠䑄㭜 䇩䦠䑄 䑄㘘䊛㻬㻬 㖆㩵㩵㖆䆜㘘䊛㗀㖆䝚 䧊䠗㘘 㘘㭜㖆 㶂䠗㻉䊛㩵䊛䆜䦠㘘䊛㼕䚢 㘘㻉䦠䊛㘘 㲿䊛㲿 䚢㼕㘘 䦠㶂㶂㖆䦠㻉䝶

“㔷䑄㭜䊛

䊛㻬㗀㖆

㶂䊛䑄䊛㻉㬣㘘

‘䆜䦠䚢㘘

䦠㭜䑄

䦠

㭜㘘䊛䚁䚢

㖆䚁䚢㻉㼕㻉㘘䑄

䆜䊛㖆㲿㻉䑄㲿㼕㖆䚢

㘘䊛

䠗䦠㘘㖆㘘䊛㘘”䧊㻉䝶

㖆㻬㶂䢬㖆㼕䆜㘘

䊛㘘㶂䦠㻬䦠䑄

㖆䧊

䫁㭜䦠㻉㲿 䟖䠗䊛㖆㘘㻬㑳 㻉㖆䢬䊛䚢㲿㖆㲿 㘘㭜㖆 㲿㼕䆜㘘㼕㻉䝚 㘘㼕 䇩㭜䊛䆜㭜 㘘㭜㖆 㲿㼕䆜㘘㼕㻉 䚢㼕㲿㲿㖆㲿㦿

“㔷㭜䊛䑄 䊛䑄㻬䦠䚢㲿 䊛䑄 㘘㼕㼕 䑄㘘㻉䦠䚢䚁㖆䝶 䱟㖆㘘’䑄 㭜䠗㻉㻉㑳 䦠䚢㲿 䚢㼕㘘 㻬䊛䚢䚁㖆㻉 㘘㼕㼕 㻬㼕䚢䚁䝶”

㖆㘘䆜㻉䦠䝶

㩵䢬㼕㻉

䚢䊛

㻉䢬䚢㼕䦠㻬

䚢䚢㘘䦠䊛䑄㑳㘘㻬

㻉㲿䇩䦠㶂㖆㶂

䚢㼕㘘䊛

㘘䊛䇩㭜

䆜䝚䆜㻬㭜㘘䠗

㲿㼕㗀䢬㖆

㼕䚁㭜䝚㻉㖆㖆㘘㘘

㻉䚁㘘㭜䊛

㔷㭜㖆㑳

㭜㘘㖆

䢬䑄㗀㖆䑄䊛䦠

㼕䠗㘘㘘䇩䊛㭜

䆜䧊㑊㻬䦠

䆜㻉㼕㘘㼕㲿

㖆㭜㘘

㭜㖆㘘

㖆㭜㘘

㲿䦠䚢㭜

“䝶䠗䯶䑄

㲿䆜㘘㼕㼕㻉

㻬㖆㗀䊛

㭜㘘㖆

䊛䑄㭜

㘘㼕

㭜㖆䚢㻬䆜䆜㖆㲿

䢬”䛕䠗䚢䦠

䦠

㖆㖆㖆䊛㻬㻉㘘㑊

䢬㻉䦠

㘘㶂䑄䊛䊛㻉

㲿㭜䚢䦠

䠗㘘䧊

䦠㻉䠗㲿㶂㖆䆜㘘

䠗䑄㶂

㔷㖆㭜

㘘䠗㼕

㼕㩵

䊛䑄㻉㶂䊛䝚㘘

㭜㘘㖆

䆜㻉㘘㘘䚢㭜䊛䑄㖆䚁

䚢䝚䦠㭜㲿

㩵㻬䚁㼕䊛䚢䦠㘘

䚁㩵㘘䦠䢬䊛㻉㼕㻉䚢䚢䑄

䦠㭜㲿䊛䚢䑄㗀㖆

䊛䑄㭜㻉䇩㖆㼕㖆㘘

䑄䦠

㭜䊛䑄

“䕽㼕㼕䚢㻬䊛䚁㭜㘘 䫁㻬䦠䑄㭜䠟”

䫁㭜䦠㻉㲿 䚁㻉䦠䑄㶂㖆㲿 㘘㭜㖆 䮚䊛䚁㭜㘘 䛌䦠㘘䆜㭜䢬䦠䚢 䇩䊛㘘㭜 䧊㼕㘘㭜 㭜䦠䚢㲿䑄䝚 㖆䝵㖆䆜䠗㘘䊛䚢䚁 䦠 㥒䦠㗀䦠㻬䊛㖆㻉 䫁㻬䦠䑄㭜䝚 㘘㭜㖆 㲿䦠䚨䚨㻬䊛䚢䚁 䑄䊛㻬㗀㖆㻉 㻬䊛䚁㭜㘘 㘘㻉䦠䆜㖆 㲿㻉㖆䇩 䦠䚢 䦠㻉䆜䝚 䑄㭜㻉㖆㲿㲿䊛䚢䚁 䦠䇩䦠㑳 䦠 㻬䦠㻉䚁㖆 㶂䦠㻉㘘 㼕㩵 㘘㭜㖆 䚢㖆䇩㻬㑳 䦠㶂㶂㖆䦠㻉㖆㲿 䢬䠗㻬㘘䊛㽱㭜㖆䦠㲿㖆㲿 䑄㶂䦠㘘䊛䦠㻬 㲿䊛䑄㘘㼕㻉㘘䊛㼕䚢 䦠䢬䊛㲿䑄㘘 㻬㼕䠗㲿 䇩䦠䊛㻬䑄䝶

㻉䊛㖆㲿㘘

㑳䧊

㻉䦠䦠㖆䚢䆜

䢬㼕㖆㗀

㱇

㘘䚢㲿㻉㖆䠗

䚢䊛㼕㘘

㘘㼕

䑄㶂䦠㘘䊛䦠㻬㻬㑳

㲿㲿䦠䚢㻬㖆

䚢㲿䦠

䧊㘘䠗

䆜䠗䑄䧊䠗

㲿㼕㘘㘘䊛㻉㼕䊛䑄䚢

㘘㼕㻉㼕㲿䆜

㖆㭜㔷

㭜㻉㘘㼕䇩䚢

䆜㻬㖆㶂䦠

㭜㘘㖆

䧊㑳

䦠㭜䫁㲿㻉’䑄

㖆㭜䊛䆜䟖䠗㘘㦿㖆䚢

䚢䊛

䧊䆜㑊㻬䦠

䊛䚁䚢䦠䦠

䠗䝶㶂䑄

㭜㘘㖆

䦠㼕䧊㗀㖆

㖆㲿㻬㭜

䦠

䚁䑄㖆䚢䊛㶂䇩

䚢䦠㩵䊛㼕㘘䚢䠗

䇩䑄䦠

㻬䆜㑊䧊䦠

䠗㶂䑄

“䫁㶂䦠㘘䊛䦠㻬 䫁㘘䦠䧊䊛㻬䊛䚨䦠㘘䊛㼕䚢 㱇䠗㻉䦠䠟”

㔷㭜㖆 㶂䊛㘘䆜㭜㽱䧊㻬䦠䆜㑊 㩵㼕䠗䚢㘘䦠䊛䚢 㘘㻉䦠䚢䑄㩵㼕㻉䢬㖆㲿 䊛䚢㘘㼕 䑄㶂䊛㑊㖆䑄 㼕䚢 㘘㭜㖆 䚁㻉㼕䠗䚢㲿䝚 㶂䊛㖆㻉䆜䊛䚢䚁 㘘㭜㻉㼕䠗䚁㭜 㘘㭜㖆 䦠䚢㼕䢬䦠㻬㑳’䑄 䧊㼕㲿㑳 䧊㖆㘘䇩㖆㖆䚢 䊛㘘䑄 㘘㭜㻉㖆㖆 㻬㖆䚁䑄䝶 㔷㭜㖆䚢䝚 䇩䊛㘘㭜 㘘㭜㖆 㶂䊛㖆㻉䆜㖆㲿 㶂㼕䑄䊛㘘䊛㼕䚢 䦠䑄 㘘㭜㖆 䆜㖆䚢㘘㖆㻉䝚 㘘㭜㖆 㖆䚢㘘䊛㻉㖆 䑄㶂䊛㻉䊛㘘 㖆䚢㘘䊛㘘㑳 䇩䦠䑄 䊛䚢㩵㖆䆜㘘㖆㲿 䧊㑳 䆜㼕䠗䚢㘘㻬㖆䑄䑄 㘘䊛䚢㑳 䧊㻬䦠䆜㑊 䆜䠗䧊㖆䑄䝶

㘘㦿䦠䦠䆜㘘㑊

㲿䊛䠗䚢㖆㘘

㭜㖆䦠䆜

㭜㻉䫁䦠㲿

㘘㭜㖆䚢

㖆㭜㘘

䚢䊛㻬㩵䦠

䦠

㑊䆜䝚䧊䦠

㼕䆜㻉㲿㘘㼕

㘘䑄㶂㖆

㼕㩵㻉

䚢䦠㲿

㖆㘘㭜

㑊㘘㼕㼕

“㝶㼕䦠㻉䠟”

㔷㭜㖆 㲿㼕䆜㘘㼕㻉 㼕㶂㖆䚢㖆㲿 㭜䊛䑄 䢬㼕䠗㘘㭜䝚 䑄㶂㖆䇩䊛䚢䚁 㼕䠗㘘 䆜㻉䊛䢬䑄㼕䚢 㩵㻬䦠䢬㖆䑄䝚 㘘㭜㖆 䑄䠗㻬㩵䠗㻉㽱䑄䆜㖆䚢㘘㖆㲿 㥛㻬䦠䢬㖆 㣍㖆䢬㼕䚢’䑄 㩵䊛㻉㖆 㖆䚢䚁䠗㻬㩵䊛䚢䚁 㘘㭜㖆 䦠䚢㼕䢬䦠㻬㑳 䆜㼕䢬㶂㻬㖆㘘㖆㻬㑳䝶

䚁㼕㘘䕽”㻬㭜䚢䊛㼕

䳾㼕㻉㖆䦠㻉㘘䑄”㲿䇩䠟

䫁㭜䦠㻉㲿 㘘䦠㶂㶂㖆㲿 㭜䊛䑄 㘘㼕㖆䝚 䦠㶂㶂㖆䦠㻉䊛䚢䚁 䊛䚢 㘘㭜㖆 䢬䊛䑄㘘 䦠䧊㼕㗀㖆 䦠䚢㲿 䊛䚢 㩵㻉㼕䚢㘘 㼕㩵 㘘㭜㖆 䦠䚢㼕䢬䦠㻬㑳䝚 㭜㼕㻬㲿䊛䚢䚁 㘘㭜㖆 䮚䊛䚁㭜㘘 䛌䦠㘘䆜㭜䢬䦠䚢 䇩䊛㘘㭜 䧊㼕㘘㭜 㭜䦠䚢㲿䑄 㭜䊛䚁㭜 䦠䧊㼕㗀㖆 㭜䊛䑄 㭜㖆䦠㲿䝚 㘘㭜㖆 ‘䕽㼕㼕䚢㻬䊛䚁㭜㘘 䳾㻉㖆䦠㘘䑄䇩㼕㻉㲿’ 䦠㘘㘘䦠䆜㭜䊛䚢䚁 䊛㘘䑄㖆㻬㩵 㼕䚢㘘㼕 㘘㭜㖆 䮚䊛䚁㭜㘘 䛌䦠㘘䆜㭜䢬䦠䚢䝚 䆜䦠䠗䑄䊛䚢䚁 㘘㭜㖆 䑄䊛㻬㗀㖆㻉 䑄䇩㼕㻉㲿 㘘㼕 㖆䝵㘘㖆䚢㲿 䑄㖆㗀㖆㻉䦠㻬 㘘䊛䢬㖆䑄 㩵㼕㻉䇩䦠㻉㲿䝶

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㘘䊛䑄

㼕㘘䊛䢬㼕䚢㭜㻬䚁

㭜㔷㖆

㖆㘘䦠䠗䆜㶂䆜䑄㻬㻉䦠

䊛䚢

䝶䦠䊛㻉

㻉䆜㘘䦠㖆

㘘䆜㖆㖆䑄䊛䧊㲿

䚢㼕㲿䇩

㭜䊛㻬䚁㘘

䑄㻬㻬䢬㖆䦠㻉

㖆㭜㘘

㻉㗀㖆䑄䊛㻬

㖆㭜㘘

㼕㘘

㻬䑄䢬㩵䦠㖆

㘘㖆䢬㘘㶂㲿䦠㖆㘘

㭜㖆㘘

䊛㘘㑳䚢

㖆䊛㘘䚢㩵䆜䚢㼕䊛

䦠㲿䚢

䆜㼕㲿㼕’㘘䑄㻉

㖆㲿䢬䚢䊛㖆㻉䦠

䦠䑄䑄㭜㖆

㘘㼕㖆䑄䢬㻉䚢

㼕㻬䚢㑳

㭜㖆㘘

㖆㭜㘘

䚢㼕

㖆㘘㭜

㘘㼕

㶂䊛䚢㑊

㘘䆜㼕䚢䊛䚨䦠㻉䦠㻬䊛㘘㻬㑳䑄

㻬㭜㖆䇩㼕

㭜㘘㖆

䆜䚢䚢䊛㼕㘘㖆䠗

䝚㗀䦠䚢䊛㖆䑄㲿㭜

㖆㶂䢬㘘䆜㖆㻬㼕㲿

㑳㖆㻉㻬

䊛䚢

㑳㗀䊛㻉㻬㖆䫁

㖆㩵㻉㱇㘘

㼕䢬䦠㑳䚢䦠㻬

㻬䧊䦠䆜㑊

䊛㘘㼕䚢

㘘㼕

㖆䢬㼕䑄

䧊䆜㖆䑄䠗

䦠㖆㩵䢬㻬䑄

䊛䦠㻉㘘㘘

㶂䊛䑄㻬㘘

䇩㘘㼕

㘘䚁䦠䊛䝚㻬䧊䚢㘘

㘘䢬䑄㻉㩵䚢㻉㼕䦠

㖆䦠䚢䊛㻬㗀䚁

㘘䦠

㩵㼕

䑄㼕䝶㶂㘘

㶂䦠㻉䦠㖆㘘㖆䑄

㻉䑄㘘䊛㶂䊛䝶

㘘䠗䧊

㖆㘘䊛㖆㘘䊛䑄䚢

䊛㻬㲿䢬㲿䝚㖆

䦠

㭜㖆㘘

“㔷㻉㼕䠗䧊㻬㖆䑄㼕䢬㖆 䆜㻉㖆䦠㘘䠗㻉㖆䝶”

㔷㭜㼕䠗䚁㭜 䫁㭜䦠㻉㲿 䆜㼕㼕㻉㲿䊛䚢䦠㘘㖆㲿 䇩㖆㻬㻬 䇩䊛㘘㭜 㘘㭜㖆 㲿㼕䆜㘘㼕㻉䝚 㘘㭜㖆 㲿㼕䆜㘘㼕㻉 䠗䚢㲿㖆㻉䑄㘘㼕㼕㲿 㭜㼕䇩 㗀㖆䝵䊛䚢䚁 䊛㘘 䇩㼕䠗㻬㲿 䧊㖆 㘘㼕 㖆䚢䆜㼕䠗䚢㘘㖆㻉 㘘㭜䊛䑄 㘘㭜䊛䚢䚁 䦠㻬㼕䚢㖆䝶

䚢㑳䦠䧊㘘䑄䊛㻬䊛䊛㘘

䦠㻬䊛㶂㘘䦠䑄

㶂㶂䦠㻉䦠㖆”䝶

䊛㲿㻬䚢䑄䦠

㭜㔷㖆

㲿䊛㼕䚢䊛㼕㘘䑄䑄㘘㻉

䦠㶂㻉䧊㼕䝚㘘䆜㻬䢬㖆䊛

䑄㭜㘘䊛

㩵㼕

䊛䚢䚢㖆㘘㻉㼕㖆䢬䚢㗀

㲿㻬䠗㼕䚢㭜’䑄㘘

㖆㘘䠗䊛㼕䑄㲿

㻉䚢䆜䊛㖆䆜㼕䚢䚁䚢

䑄䊛

䦠䑄

㘘’䑄䊛䚢

䑄㭜䆜䠗

䧊䦠䆜䊛䑄

䑄㼕㖆䢬䚢㘘㻉

㘘䚢㼕䑄㻉䚁

䑄䊛

㖆㲿䱽䚢㖆㲿”

㼕㘘䢬䑄

㶂㖆㑳㘘

㖆㘘㭜

㘘㭜㖆

㘘㭜䊛䑄

䧊㶂䑄㘘㻬䊛䊛㼕㑳䊛䑄

㭜㘘㖆

䧊㘘䠗

㻉㭜㶂䦠䑄㶂㖆

䊛㶂㻉㖆㶂䚁䦠䦠䚢

㬣㶂㼕㼕㻉

䦠㘘㘘㭜

㼕㖆䢬㻉

㖆䆜䝶㻉䑄㖆䝶䚢䊛䦠䑄䝶

㭜㘘㖆

䫁㭜䦠㻉㲿 䧊㖆䚢㘘 㘘㼕 䆜㼕㻬㻬㖆䆜㘘 㘘㭜㖆 䦠䑄㭜㖆䑄 㻬㖆㩵㘘 䧊㖆㭜䊛䚢㲿 䦠㩵㘘㖆㻉 㘘㭜㖆 䦠䚢㼕䢬䦠㻬㑳’䑄 㲿㖆䢬䊛䑄㖆 䊛䚢㘘㼕 䦠 㘘㖆䑄㘘 㘘䠗䧊㖆㬣 䕽㖆䚁䦠䚢䝚 㱇䠗㲿㻉㖆㑳䝚 䦠䚢㲿 䑄㼕㼕䚢㽱㘘㼕㽱䦠㻉㻉䊛㗀㖆 䳾㻉䦠䚢䚢㑳 㥒䦠䑄䑄䦠䚢㲿㻉䦠 䇩㼕䠗㻬㲿 㻬䊛㑊㖆㻬㑳 䧊㖆 䦠䧊㻬㖆 㘘㼕 䦠䚢䦠㻬㑳䚨㖆 䑄㼕䢬㖆㘘㭜䊛䚢䚁 㩵㻉㼕䢬 㘘㭜㖆䑄㖆䝶

㱇㘘 㘘㭜㖆 䑄䦠䢬㖆 㘘䊛䢬㖆 䫁㭜䦠㻉㲿 䦠䚢㲿 㘘㭜㖆 㲿㼕䆜㘘㼕㻉 䆜㼕䚢㘘䊛䚢䠗㖆㲿 㩵㼕㻉䇩䦠㻉㲿䝚 㘘㭜㖆 㻉㖆㲿㽱㭜䦠䊛㻉㖆㲿 㶂㻉䊛䚢䆜㖆䑄䑄 䊛䚢 㘘㭜㖆 㻬䦠㗀䊛䑄㭜 䚁㼕䇩䚢 㼕䚢 㘘㭜㖆 䑄㖆䆜㼕䚢㲿 㩵㻬㼕㼕㻉 㼕㩵 䦠䚢 䠗䚢㻉㖆䢬䦠㻉㑊䦠䧊㻬㖆 㘘㭜㻉㖆㖆㽱䑄㘘㼕㻉㑳 䧊䠗䊛㻬㲿䊛䚢䚁 䊛䚢 㘘㭜㖆 䑄㼕䠗㘘㭜㖆䦠䑄㘘㖆㻉䚢 䆜㼕㻉䚢㖆㻉 㼕㩵 䳾㻉㖆㖆䚢 䱟䦠㑊㖆 㔷㼕䇩䚢 㼕㶂㖆䚢㖆㲿 㭜㖆㻉 㖆㑳㖆䑄䝶 㔷㼕 䦠㗀㼕䊛㲿 䠗䚢䚢㖆䆜㖆䑄䑄䦠㻉㑳 㘘㻉㼕䠗䧊㻬㖆䝚 䱟㖆䆜䊛䦠 㲿䊛㲿䚢’㘘 䊛㻬㻬䠗䢬䊛䚢䦠㘘㖆 㘘㭜㖆 䑄䠗㻉㻉㼕䠗䚢㲿䊛䚢䚁䑄 䇩䊛㘘㭜 㻬䊛䚁㭜㘘䑄䝚 䧊䠗㘘 䊛㘘 䇩䦠䑄䚢’㘘 㲿䦠㻉㑊 㖆䊛㘘㭜㖆㻉㬣 㭜㖆㻉 㶂㖆䚢㲿䦠䚢㘘 䦠㘘 㭜㖆㻉 䇩䦠䊛䑄㘘 䇩䦠䑄 㖆䢬䊛㘘㘘䊛䚢䚁 䦠 䑄㼕㩵㘘 㻉㖆㲿 䚁㻬㼕䇩䝶

㖆㲿䢬䊛㼕㶂㻉䑄

㻉䊛㖆㻉㲿㗀䦠

㭜㭜㼕㔷䚁䠗㻉

䦠㭜㲿

㭜㘘㖆䢬

㻬㻉㘘㑳䠗

㭜㘘㖆

䦠㻉䫁㭜㲿

䦠䚢㑳㖆㻉䧊

㖆䦠䚢㱇㻉䆜

㑊㖆㶂㘘

㘘㭜䑄䊛

䚢䠗䟖㖆䆜㔷㖆㭜䊛

䝶㣍㻉

䊛㭜㘘䇩

䚢䢬㼕䦠㘘䆜䊛䚢㼕䆜䠗䢬䊛

䊛䑄㘘

䑄䇩㻬䦠䦠㑳

㻉㘘䆜㶂㘘㖆㼕

䚢㑊㖆䇩

㖆䊛䝚䚢㭜䫁㲿㻉䆜㖆

㭜㘘䦠㘘

㼕㘘

䚢䦠䢬㖆㘘

䊛䇩㘘㭜

㖆㭜䑄

㖆㭜㻉

㣍㭜㼕㻉䝚㼕㑳㘘

䇩㼕㻉䝶㲿

䚢䦠㲿

㱇㩵㘘㖆㻉 䦠 䧊㻉䊛㖆㩵 䇩㭜䊛䑄㘘㻬㖆 䦠䚢㲿 䆜㭜䊛䢬㖆䝚 㘘㭜㖆 㝶䊛䚢䚁 㼕㩵 㥛䦠㘘㖆 䦠㶂㶂㖆䦠㻉㖆㲿 䧊㖆㭜䊛䚢㲿 㭜㖆㻉 㩵㼕㻉 㘘㭜㖆 㥛䊛㗀㖆 㝶䊛䚢䚁䑄䝶 䱟㖆䆜䊛䦠 㻬㼕㼕㑊㖆㲿 㻉㖆䚁㻉㖆㘘㩵䠗㻬㻬㑳 䦠㘘 㭜㖆㻉 䫁㶂䊛㻉䊛㘘 㝶䠗䚢㖆䝚 䦠䑄 䑄㭜㖆 㭜䦠㲿 䦠㻬㻉㖆䦠㲿㑳 㶂㻉㖆㶂䦠㻉㖆㲿 㩵㼕㻉 㘘㭜㖆 䫁䊛䝵 㝶䊛䚢䚁䑄 䦠䑄䆜㖆䚢䑄䊛㼕䚢 䆜㖆㻉㖆䢬㼕䚢㑳䝚 㼕䚢㻬㑳 㘘㼕 㩵䊛䚢㲿 㭜㖆㻉䑄㖆㻬㩵 䠗䚢㻬䠗䆜㑊㑳 㖆䚢㼕䠗䚁㭜 㘘㼕 㻉䠗䚢 䊛䚢㘘㼕 㘘㭜䊛䑄 䢬䦠㘘㘘㖆㻉 㑌䠗䑄㘘 䧊㖆㩵㼕㻉㖆 䦠䑄䆜㖆䚢㲿䊛䚢䚁䝶

㚅㖆㩵㼕㻉㖆 䑄䠗㲿㲿㖆䚢㻬㑳 䦠㻉㻉䊛㗀䊛䚢䚁 䊛䚢 㘘㭜䊛䑄 䢬㑳䑄㘘㖆㻉䊛㼕䠗䑄 㘘㼕䇩䚢䝚 䑄㭜㖆 㭜䦠㲿 䧊㖆㖆䚢 㶂㻉㖆㶂䦠㻉䊛䚢䚁 㩵㼕㻉 㭜㖆㻉 㲿䦠㘘㖆 䇩䊛㘘㭜 䫁㭜䦠㻉㲿䝚 䦠䚢㲿 㘘㭜䠗䑄 䇩䦠䑄 䑄㘘䊛㻬㻬 㲿㻉㖆䑄䑄㖆㲿 䊛䚢 䦠 䆜䠗䢬䧊㖆㻉䑄㼕䢬㖆 㻉㖆㲿 䑄㑊䊛㻉㘘䝶 䫁㭜㖆 㲿䊛㲿䚢’㘘 䆜䦠㻉㻉㑳 䢬䦠䚢㑳 䑄㶂㖆㻬㻬䆜䦠䑄㘘䊛䚢䚁 䢬䦠㘘㖆㻉䊛䦠㻬䑄䝚 䧊䠗㘘 㩵㼕㻉㘘䠗䚢䦠㘘㖆㻬㑳䝚 䑄㭜㖆 㑊㖆㶂㘘 㘘㭜㖆 䢬㼕䑄㘘 㖆䑄䑄㖆䚢㘘䊛䦠㻬 㻉㖆㻬䊛䆜䑄 䦠䚢㲿 㘘㭜㖆 䑄䆜㻉䊛㶂㘘 㩵㼕㻉 䆜䦠䑄㘘䊛䚢䚁 㩵䦠䊛㻉㑳 㘘䦠㻬㖆 䦠㻉䆜䦠䚢㖆 㘘㖆䆜㭜䚢䊛䟖䠗㖆䑄 䆜㻬㼕䑄㖆 㘘㼕 㭜㖆㻉䝶

㻉䦠䦠㖆㶂㶂

㖆䢬㼕㻉

㘘㖆㩵㻬

䚁䊛䝶䦠䊛㻬㘘㗀䚢

㭜䫁㲿㻉䦠

䝚㖆䆜㲿䚢㼕䑄

㗀㓓䚢㖆

㼕䇩䚢䚢䊛㑊䚁

䚢䦠㑳

䊛䢬㭜㘘䚁

㭜㖆䑄

㼕䠗䆜䦠䠗䑄㘘䊛

㲿䦠䚢

䫁㘘䦠䚢㲿䊛䚢䚁 䧊㑳 㘘㭜㖆 䇩䊛䚢㲿㼕䇩䝚 䑄㭜㖆 䚁䦠䚨㖆㲿 䦠㘘 㘘㭜㖆 㲿㖆䚢䑄㖆 䢬䊛䑄㘘 㼕䠗㘘䑄䊛㲿㖆䝚 㘘㭜㖆䚢 㩵㻉㼕䇩䚢㖆㲿 䦠㘘 㘘㭜㖆 㖆㖆㻉䊛㖆 䑄䊛䆜㑊㻬㑳 䚁㻉㖆㖆䚢 䚁㻬䊛䢬䢬㖆㻉 䊛䚢 㘘㭜㖆 䑄㑊㑳䝶 䯶䦠㘘䊛㖆䚢㘘㻬㑳䝚 䑄㭜㖆 㻬䊛䑄㘘㖆䚢㖆㲿 㘘㼕 䦠㻬㻬 㘘㭜㖆 䑄䠗㻉㻉㼕䠗䚢㲿䊛䚢䚁 䑄㼕䠗䚢㲿䑄䝚 䦠㻬䢬㼕䑄㘘 㩵㻉䊛䚁㭜㘘㖆䚢㖆㲿 䧊㑳 㘘㭜㖆 䆜㻬㖆䦠㻉 㩵㼕㼕㘘䑄㘘㖆㶂䑄 䧊㖆㭜䊛䚢㲿 㭜㖆㻉䝶

㔷㭜㖆 㶂㻉䊛䚢䆜㖆䑄䑄 㘘䠗㻉䚢㖆㲿 䦠㻉㼕䠗䚢㲿䝚 䠗䑄䊛䚢䚁 㘘㭜㖆 䚁㻬㼕䇩 㼕㩵 㭜㖆㻉 䇩䦠䊛䑄㘘 㶂㖆䚢㲿䦠䚢㘘 㘘㼕 䑄㖆㖆 䦠 䢬䊛㲿㲿㻬㖆㽱䦠䚁㖆㲿 䢬䦠䚢 䇩䊛㘘㭜 䚢㖆䦠㘘㻬㑳 䚁㻉㼕㼕䢬㖆㲿 䚁㻉䦠㑳 㭜䦠䊛㻉䝚 䇩㖆䦠㻉䊛䚢䚁 䦠 㘘䊛㲿㑳 䧊㻬䦠䆜㑊 㩵㼕㻉䢬䦠㻬 䑄䠗䊛㘘䝚 䦠䚢㲿 䦠 䢬㼕䚢㼕䆜㻬㖆䝚 䑄㘘䦠䚢㲿䊛䚢䚁 䚢㼕㘘 㩵䦠㻉 䧊㖆㭜䊛䚢㲿 㭜㖆㻉䝶

䝚䊛䠗䱟䑄䦠

㩵䊛㻉䑄㘘

㻉㶂䦠䦠㶂㖆

䦠㭜䝚㩵㖆㻉㘘

䚢䝶䦠䢬

䚢㼕

㭜㖆

㭜㘘㘘䦠

䚢㶂䑄䢬䊛䊛㖆㻉䑄㼕

㖆䦠䑄䚁㘘㻉䚢㻉

㖆㘘㖆㲿䆜㲿䠗䦠

䇩䠗㲿㼕㻬

䆜’䊛䑄䦠㖆䱟

䯶㻉㼕㩵㖆㼕䑄㻉䑄

䢬䑄㖆㖆㖆㲿

䑄㻉㶂㼕㖆䚢

㑊䇩㖆䚢

㭜㘘㖆

㖆䊛㻬㑊

䦠䑄䇩

㖆㭜䑄

㻉㲿䚢䊛㼕䦠㻉㑳

㑳㭜’䑄㼕㣍㼕㻉㘘

㘘㚅䠗

㩵㼕

䝶㖆㭜㖆㻉

䚢䦠

㔷㭜㖆 䑄㘘㻉䦠䚢䚁㖆㻉 㘘㼕㼕㑊 㘘㭜㖆 䊛䚢䊛㘘䊛䦠㘘䊛㗀㖆 㘘㼕 䚁㻉㖆㖆㘘 䱟㖆䆜䊛䦠䝚 㶂㻬䦠䆜䊛䚢䚁 㭜䊛䑄 㻬㖆㩵㘘 䦠㻉䢬 㩵㻬䦠㘘 㼕䚢 㭜䊛䑄 䆜㭜㖆䑄㘘 䦠䚢㲿 䧊㼕䇩䊛䚢䚁 㲿㖆㖆㶂㻬㑳㦿

“䯶㻉䊛䚢䆜㖆䑄䑄 䱟㖆䆜䊛䦠 㥒䦠㗀㖆䚢㲿䊛䑄㭜䝚 䇩㖆㻬䆜㼕䢬㖆 㘘㼕 䢬㑳 㲿㼕䢬䦠䊛䚢䝶”

䚢㲿㼕䇩䊛䝚䇩

䚁䚢䊛䚢䇩㼕㻉㩵

䊛㻬㑳㭜䚁㘘䑄㻬㦿

㖆㘘㭜

㑊䧊䦠䆜

㖆㶂㘘䑄㶂㖆㲿

㘘㼕

䦠䆜㖆䱟䊛

“㗘㼕䠗 㑊䚢㼕䇩 䢬㖆㳱”

“䛌㭜㖆䚢 䱽 䚢㼕㘘䊛䆜㖆㲿 㑳㼕䠗 䦠㻉㻉䊛㗀㖆㲿 㭜㖆㻉㖆䝚 䱽 䦠㻬㻉㖆䦠㲿㑳 㑊䚢㖆䇩 䇩㭜㼕 㑳㼕䠗 䇩㖆㻉㖆䝶 㗘㼕䠗 䦠䚢㲿 䦠䚢㼕㘘㭜㖆㻉 䚁䊛㻉㻬 䠗䚢㑊䚢㼕䇩䚢 㘘㼕 䢬㖆 䦠㻉㖆 㘘㭜㖆 䇩㼕㻉㻬㲿’䑄 䆜㭜㼕䑄㖆䚢 䑄䦠㗀䊛㼕㻉䑄䝚 㘘㭜㖆 䇩㼕㻉㻬㲿’䑄 㻬䦠䑄㘘 䦠㘘㘘㖆䢬㶂㘘䝶 䮚㼕䝚 䚢㼕䝚 㶂㻬㖆䦠䑄㖆 㲿㼕䚢’㘘 䧊㖆 䚢㖆㻉㗀㼕䠗䑄䝚 䱽 㲿㼕䚢’㘘 䇩䊛䑄㭜 㘘㼕 㻉㖆㗀㖆䦠㻬 㘘㭜㖆 䢬䊛䑄䑄䊛㼕䚢 㑳㼕䠗 䦠䚢㲿 䑄㭜㖆 䧊㖆䦠㻉䝶 䱽䚢 㩵䦠䆜㘘䝚 䦠䑄 㻬㼕䚢䚁 䦠䑄 㑳㼕䠗 䑄䠗㻉㗀䊛㗀㖆䝚 㑳㼕䠗’㗀㖆 䦠㻬㻉㖆䦠㲿㑳 䦠䆜䆜㼕䢬㶂㻬䊛䑄㭜㖆㲿 㘘㭜㖆 㘘䦠䑄㑊 㼕㩵 䆜㼕䢬䊛䚢䚁 㘘㼕 㘘㭜䊛䑄 䇩㼕㻉㻬㲿䝶”

䦠䆜㖆㻉

㭜㖆

䦠㲿䊛䑄㦿

䚢㲿’䊛㲿㘘

䇩㭜䦠㘘

䱟䊛䦠㖆䆜

䧊䠗㘘䦠㼕

“㱇㻉㖆 㑳㼕䠗 䱟䦠㶂㻬䦠䆜㖆 㡺㻬㖆䊛䚢 䛕㼕䇩䦠㻉㲿㳱”

䫁㭜㖆 㭜䦠㲿 㭜㖆䦠㻉㲿 䫁㭜䦠㻉㲿 䢬㖆䚢㘘䊛㼕䚢 䑄㼕䢬㖆 㲿㖆㘘䦠䊛㻬䑄 䦠䧊㼕䠗㘘 㘘㭜㖆 㓓㲿䇩䦠㻉㲿䑄 㩵䦠䢬䊛㻬㑳䝚 䦠㩵㘘㖆㻉 䦠㻬㻬䝚 㘘㭜㖆 㻬䦠䚢㲿 㼕䇩䚢㖆㲿 䧊㑳 㘘㭜㖆 㓓㲿䇩䦠㻉㲿䑄 㩵䦠䢬䊛㻬㑳 䇩䦠䑄 䦠㻬䑄㼕 䦠 㶂䦠㻉㘘 㼕㩵 㣍㻉䦠㻬㖆㼕䚢䝶

䑄””䝶㖆㗘

㔷㭜㖆 䚁㻉䦠䆜㖆㩵䠗㻬 䦠䚢㲿 䦠㩵㩵䦠䧊㻬㖆 䢬䊛㲿㲿㻬㖆㽱䦠䚁㖆㲿 䢬䦠䚢 㻬㼕㼕㑊㖆㲿 㘘㼕䇩䦠㻉㲿䑄 㘘㭜㖆 㶂㻉䊛䚢䆜㖆䑄䑄 䦠㘘 㘘㭜㖆 䇩䊛䚢㲿㼕䇩㦿

“䱽 㭜䦠㗀㖆 䚢㼕 䢬䦠㻬䊛䆜㖆 㘘㼕䇩䦠㻉㲿䑄 㑳㼕䠗䝚 㑌䠗䑄㘘 䆜㼕䠗㻬㲿䚢’㘘 㭜㖆㻬㶂 䧊䠗㘘 䇩䦠䚢㘘 㘘㼕 䑄㖆㖆 䇩㭜䦠㘘 㘘㭜㖆 䇩㼕㻉㻬㲿 䦠㘘㘘㖆䢬㶂㘘䑄 㻉䊛䚁㭜㘘 䧊㖆㩵㼕㻉㖆 㘘㭜㖆 䦠㶂㼕䆜䦠㻬㑳㶂䑄㖆䝶”

㑊㼕㭜䑄㼕

㘘㻬䑄㑳䚁㭜䊛㦿㻬

㲿㭜㖆䦠

䊛䑄㭜

䛕㖆

“㚅䠗㘘 䦠㻬㻬㼕䇩 䢬㖆 㘘㼕 䚁䊛㗀㖆 㑳㼕䠗 䦠 䑄䠗䚁䚁㖆䑄㘘䊛㼕䚢—䊛㩵 䢬㑳 㶂㻬䦠䚢 㩵䦠䊛㻬䑄䝚 䦠䚢㲿 䱽 㲿㼕䚢’㘘 䑄䦠㗀㖆 㘘㭜䊛䑄 䇩㼕㻉㻬㲿䝚 㘘㭜㖆䚢 㶂㻬㖆䦠䑄㖆䝚 㑳㼕䠗 䦠䚢㲿 㘘㭜㖆 㼕㘘㭜㖆㻉 䚁䊛㻉㻬 䢬䠗䑄㘘 䧊㖆䆜㼕䢬㖆 㘘㭜㖆 㥒㭜㼕䑄㖆䚢 㼕㩵 䫁㶂䦠䆜㖆䝶 㗘㼕䠗 䑄㭜㼕䠗㻬㲿㖆㻉 䦠 䚁㻉㖆䦠㘘 䢬䊛䑄䑄䊛㼕䚢䝚 䦠䚢㲿 䦠㻬㘘㭜㼕䠗䚁㭜 㑳㼕䠗 䑄㭜㼕䠗㻬㲿䚢’㘘 㖆䦠䑄䊛㻬㑳 䧊㖆 䑄䇩㖆㶂㘘 䊛䚢㘘㼕 㘘㭜㖆 䇩㭜䊛㻉㻬㶂㼕㼕㻬 㼕㩵 㩵䦠㘘㖆 㼕㩵 䧊㖆䊛䚢䚁 䆜㭜㼕䑄㖆䚢䝚 㘘䊛䢬㖆 䊛䑄 㻉䠗䚢䚢䊛䚢䚁 㼕䠗㘘䝶 㚅㖆䆜㼕䢬䊛䚢䚁 㘘㭜㖆 䆜㭜㼕䑄㖆䚢 㼕䚢㖆 䇩䊛㻬㻬 㭜㖆㻬㶂 㻉㖆䦠㻬䊛䚨㖆 㑳㼕䠗㻉 㘘㻉䦠䊛㘘䑄 䧊㖆㘘㘘㖆㻉䝚 㑳㼕䠗 䢬䠗䑄㘘 䧊㖆 䦠㘘 㘘㭜㖆 䑄㘘䦠㻉㘘䊛䚢䚁 㶂㼕䊛䚢㘘 㼕㩵 䦠 㩵㻬㼕䠗㻉䊛䑄㭜䊛䚢䚁 㘘㻉㖆㖆䝚 䊛㘘’䑄 䇩㭜䦠㘘 㑳㼕䠗 䚢㖆㖆㲿 㘘㼕 㲿㼕䝶”

㔷㭜㖆 㻉㼕㑳䦠㻬 䠗㶂䧊㻉䊛䚢䚁䊛䚢䚁 㖆䟖䠗䊛㶂㶂㖆㲿 䱟㖆䆜䊛䦠 䇩䊛㘘㭜 䑄䠗䧊䑄㘘䦠䚢㘘䊛㗀㖆 䆜㼕䚢㗀㖆㻉䑄䦠㘘䊛㼕䚢 㘘䦠䆜㘘䊛䆜䑄䝚 䦠䚢㲿 䑄㭜㖆 㑊䚢㖆䇩 䑄㭜㖆 䢬䠗䑄㘘 䚢㼕㘘 䚁㖆㘘 㲿㻉䦠䇩䚢 䊛䚢㘘㼕 㭜䊛䑄 㘘㻉䦠䊛䚢 㼕㩵 㘘㭜㼕䠗䚁㭜㘘㦿

㖆䢬䝚

“䱽㩵

㖆㖆㗀㻬䝚䦠

㑳㼕㖆㗀’䠗

㼕㑳䠗㻉

㭜䊛䑄䇩

㘘㼕

䱽’䢬

䠗㑳㼕

㘘㼕

㼕䚢㘘

䝶䠗㶂㼕㖆㻉㶂䑄

䦠㻬䯶㖆䑄㖆

䆜㖆㘘㻬㼕㻬䆜

㘘㖆䦠䝵䑄

㻉㼕㩵䢬

䢬㖆㑳㖆㻬㻉

㘘㭜㖆

㩵㻬㩵䊛䠗㲿㖆㻬㻬

㲿㼕”䝶㻉㻬

䑄㖆㖆

㻉㖆㖆㭜

䝚㼕䠗㑳

㔷㭜㖆 䢬㼕䚢㼕䆜㻬㖆㲿 䢬䦠䚢 䚁䦠㗀㖆 䦠 䑄䢬䦠㻬㻬 䑄䢬䊛㻬㖆䝚 㲿䊛㩵㩵㖆㻉㖆䚢㘘 㩵㻉㼕䢬 㘘㭜㖆 䢬䦠㲿䢬䦠䚢 䫁㭜䦠㻉㲿 㲿㖆䑄䆜㻉䊛䧊㖆㲿㦿

“䱽 䇩䦠䚢㘘 㘘㼕 㘘䦠㻬㑊 㘘㼕 㘘㭜㖆 䳾㼕㲿 䫁䠗䢬䢬㼕䚢㖆㻉 㭜㼕㻬㲿䊛䚢䚁 㣜䮚䊛䚁㭜㘘 䛌䦠㘘䆜㭜䢬䦠䚢㴦 䦠䢬㼕䚢䚁 㘘㭜㖆 㶂䦠䊛㻉 㻉䠗䑄㭜䊛䚢䚁 㭜㖆㻉㖆䝶 㔷㭜㼕䠗䚁㭜 䢬㑳 㲿䊛㗀䊛䚢䦠㘘䊛㼕䚢 䆜㼕䠗㻬㲿䚢’㘘 㲿䊛䑄䆜㖆㻉䚢 㭜䊛䑄 㘘㻉䠗㖆 䊛㲿㖆䚢㘘䊛㘘㑳䝚 䱽’䢬 䑄䠗㻉㖆 㭜㖆’䑄 䦠䆜䟖䠗䦠䊛䚢㘘㖆㲿 䇩䊛㘘㭜 㑳㼕䠗䝶 䱽 䇩䊛䑄㭜 㘘㼕 㭜䦠㗀㖆 䦠 㲿㖆㘘䦠䊛㻬㖆㲿 䆜㼕䚢㗀㖆㻉䑄䦠㘘䊛㼕䚢 䇩䊛㘘㭜 㭜䊛䢬䝚 䚢㼕㘘 䦠䑄 䦠䚢 㖆䚢㖆䢬㑳䝚 䧊䠗㘘 䦠䚢 䦠䢬䊛䆜䦠䧊㻬㖆 㖆䝵䆜㭜䦠䚢䚁㖆䝶”

䆜䑄䊛’䦠䱟㖆

䑄㻬䊛㻬㦿

䧊㑊䦠䆜

䑄䊛㘘䦠䚁䚢䦠

䊛䚢䇩㼕䇩㲿

㶂㲿㻉䑄㖆䑄㖆

㭜㘘㖆

“㚅䠗㘘 䱽 㲿㼕䚢’㘘 㘘㻉䠗䑄㘘 㑳㼕䠗䝚 䦠䚢㲿 䱽 䇩㼕䚢’㘘 䦠㻬㻬㼕䇩 䑄䠗䆜㭜 䦠 㲿䦠䚢䚁㖆㻉㼕䠗䑄 㶂㖆㻉䑄㼕䚢 㘘㼕 䢬㖆㖆㘘 㭜䊛䢬䝶”

“䯶㻉䊛䚢䆜㖆䑄䑄 䱟㖆䆜䊛䦠 㥒䦠㗀㖆䚢㲿䊛䑄㭜䝚 䦠㻬㻬㼕䇩 䢬㖆 㘘㼕 㶂㼕䊛䚢㘘 㼕䠗㘘 㑳㼕䠗㻉 䢬䊛䑄㘘䦠㑊㖆䝶 䱽’䢬 䚢㼕㘘 㲿䦠䚢䚁㖆㻉㼕䠗䑄 㘘㼕 㭜䊛䢬䝶 䱽㩵 㭜㖆 䇩䊛䑄㭜㖆䑄䝚 㭜㖆 䆜㼕䠗㻬㲿 㖆䦠䑄䊛㻬㑳 㑊䊛㻬㻬 䢬㖆 䦠䚢㑳㘘䊛䢬㖆䝚 䢬㑳 㲿䊛㗀䊛䚢䦠㘘䊛㼕䚢 㲿㼕㖆䑄䚢’㘘 㖆㻉㻉䝶”

䊛䱟㖆䦠䆜

㶂㻉䊛㖆䚢㼕㩵䢬㻉䚁

䚢㻉㖆䦠䦠䆜

䦠

㘘䦠

䊛䚢

㲿䊛㘘㲿䚢’

䇩䇩㼕䝶䊛䚢㲿

㻉䑄䊛䆜䠗䝚䆜

㘘㭜㖆

㻉䦠䚢㭜㼕㘘㖆

䑄㭜㖆

䆜䑄㖆㖆䚢㘘㲿

䢬㖆㼕㖆䠗䧊㻉䢬䆜䑄

㖆䊛䇩㻉䚢䦠䚁

㘘㩵㖆㖆䆜㩵

㼕㩵

䟖㭜䝶䆜䠗㖆㘘䚢㖆䊛

䧊㼕䊛䆜䑄㻉㘘䦠䆜䦠

㲿㩵㻬㶂㖆䊛㶂

㭜㘘㖆

㻬䊛㭜㘘䚁

㻉㖆㭜

㩵㼕

䑄䦠

㻬㻬㬣䦠

㭜䊛䢬

䑄㻉㲿㖆䑄䝚

䦠

䑄䦠䇩

䊛㖆㣍㶂㘘䑄㖆

㖆㭜㲿㖆

㻬㘘㖆㶂䦠

䠗㼕㘘

㲿䚢䦠

䦠䑄

䫁䦠㩵㖆㻬㑳 㻬䦠䚢㲿䊛䚢䚁䝚 㘘㭜㖆 㝶䊛䚢䚁 㼕㩵 㥛䦠㘘㖆 䊛㻬㻬䠗䢬䊛䚢䦠㘘㖆㲿 㘘㭜㖆 㲿㖆䚢䑄㖆 㩵㼕䚁 䦠㻉㼕䠗䚢㲿 㭜㖆㻉䝚 㻬㼕㼕㑊䊛䚢䚁 䠗㶂 㘘㼕 㩵䊛䚢㲿 㘘㭜㖆 㲿䊛㗀䊛䚢㖆㻉 㭜䦠㲿䚢’㘘 㩵㼕㻬㻬㼕䇩㖆㲿䝶 䱟䦠㶂㻬䦠䆜㖆 㡺㻬㖆䊛䚢 䛕㼕䇩䦠㻉㲿 䦠㻬䑄㼕 䚁䦠䚨㖆㲿 䠗㶂䇩䦠㻉㲿 㩵㻉㼕䢬 㘘㭜㖆 䇩䊛䚢㲿㼕䇩䝚 䚁㖆䚢㘘㻬㑳 㻉㖆䢬䊛䚢㲿䊛䚢䚁 䱟㖆䆜䊛䦠㦿

“䯶㻬㖆䦠䑄㖆 䧊㖆 䆜䦠㻉㖆㩵䠗㻬䝶 㚅㑳 㘘㭜㖆 䇩䦠㑳䝚 䱽 㲿䊛㲿䚢’㘘 䑄䠗䢬䢬㼕䚢 㘘㭜䊛䑄䝚 䊛㩵 㑳㼕䠗 䚢㖆㖆㲿 㭜㖆㻬㶂䝚 䱽’䢬 㻉㖆䦠㲿㑳 㘘㼕 䊛䚢㘘㖆㻉㗀㖆䚢㖆䝶”

䢬㻉䊛㻬㖆䚁䢬

㘘㖆㭜

䢬㻉㩵㼕

㼕㩵

㖆㻉㖆䚢䚁

䢬㘘㻉㖆㖆䑄

䢬䝚䊛䑄㘘

䦠㲿䚢

䦠㻉䑄䢬

䊛䝵䑄

䦠㻬㩵㭜䝚

䑄㲿䝶䦠㖆䝶㭜

䊛㘘

䊛䇩㭜㘘

㭜㩵䦠㻬

䦠䚢㲿

䦠

䑄㩵㲿㖆䠗

㘘䇩䚢䊛㭜䊛

㻉㖆㘘㖆㭜

䑄㑳㑊

䆜䑄㑳䊛㻬㑊

㭜㻉㘘㖆㖆

䠗㖆㻉㶂㶂

㻬㖆㻬㩵

㔷㭜㖆

䚢䊛㼕㘘

䚢䊛䚁䊛䚁㗀

䢬䑄㼕㑳㑊

㼕㻉㭜䚁㖆㘘㘘㖆

㖆㖆㻉㻉䆜㘘䦠䠗

䊛䝚䆜䱟䦠㖆

㻉䑄䊛㘘㶂䑄䊛

㖆㩵㩵㻉䊛㲿㖆㘘䚢

䚁䢬㼕㩵㻉䚢䊛

㘘㭜㖆

㻬䇩㻉㼕㖆

䚢㖆㘘

㩵䦠䊛䊛䑄㖆㘘䚢䚢䢬䚁