Demon King: Hero, don't run away!-Chapter 1293: Spiked Horn and Giant Arms
Capítulo 1293: Chapter 1293: Spiked Horn and Giant Arms
To Count Blood’s surprise, shortly after he closed his eyes, he sensed that the magical imprint on his proud creation vanished completely.
How could this be? They couldn’t have solved it so quickly despite being here for such a short time…
In Yang Yu’s team, there’s an elf possessing powerful Holy Light.
Due to limited space in the castle, Count Blood feared that his painstakingly set up surveillance magic might be dispelled by Iyas or another magician, revealing his whereabouts, so he didn’t set up various magics inside the castle.
Sitting up halfway in his coffin, an uneasy feeling settled in Count Blood’s heart. A light flickered on his ring, connecting him to Rosalind, instructing her to use surveillance magic to check the situation inside the castle.
Following Count Blood’s orders, Rosalind projected surveillance magic.
However, before these surveillance spells could capture anything, they were pierced through by Light Arrows and lost connection.
Focusing her mind, Rosalind summoned five bats in one breath, hoping to overwhelm with numbers and see something before the bats were eliminated.
Yet, the speed of the Light Arrows was beyond Rosalind’s imagination. The five bats were hit and pinned to the wall even before they could pass through it.
If Yang Yu and his team were still fighting, they certainly wouldn’t have the leisure to fire Light Arrows—the battle likely had ended long ago.
Switching tactics, Rosalind distanced herself from Iyas, sending several bats through the castle, seeking traces left by Yang Yu’s team.
The results were unexpected; toxins were scattered everywhere, yet Rosalind found no trace of intense battle or bodies, and every place was empty.
Attempting to contact the monsters guarding the castle proved futile, as no matter how many times she called, she couldn’t hear any sound; it was as if the castle’s guards vanished into thin air.
Wasting no time pondering, Rosalind immediately reported the situation to Count Blood.
Count Blood’s sleepiness vanished instantly as he emerged from his coffin.
No matter how he thought about it, it made no sense for Yang Yu’s team to dispose of his subordinates so quickly; how exactly did they manage it?
Rushing for quick melee combat would certainly result in being corroded by the extensive Poison Fog; relying on powerful long-range attacks shouldn’t have caused a defeat so swiftly…
Count Blood furrowed his brows, thinking continuously, when suddenly an idea struck him.
“Could it be they have a way to be immune to toxins?
A method to be immune to toxins… how could that be possible?
These toxins operate directly on the magic power system, ordinary herbs or tools cannot block them. To my knowledge, only Slime is immune to toxins.
Slime, Slime…
Count Blood murmured to himself as if recalling something.
He did remember a Royal Slime accompanying Yang Yu, which had helped them through several crises.
The last country Yang Yu’s team visited was the Tren Republic, known for Slime presence… Could they have turned Slime into clothes, thus gaining immunity to toxins?
Besides this possibility, Count Blood couldn’t think of any other explanation.
“Is that so, is that so, so Slime is your trump card?
Indeed, I was not mistaken.
How wonderful it would be to use this power to assist me!
Since you are the enemy, you must be crushed relentlessly, lest long dreams arise.
Before losses expand, I and my mighty Synthetic Beasts shall thoroughly entomb you.
Only three hours, but that’s enough.”
Count Blood’s face twisted into a strange smile incongruous with his cold demeanor, as he left his resting chamber, arriving at the center area of the underground region, where a scarlet array expanded outward from his feet.
Above this scarlet array lay a series of prisons.
Inside were locked various delicious “livestock” and eerie white bones, along with some yet to submit to Count Blood.
Among them, one figure stood out starkly; she was entirely crimson, with massive arms, and a straight horn protruding through her black hair from her forehead.
This was one of the three Yang Yu once saw beside Count Blood.
She was not of any race from this world, but from the Demon World, of the Demon Clan.
The Demon King was somewhat uneasy about Count Blood venturing alone into this world and thus sent her to monitor him.
Over the years, she suspected Count Blood of having rebellious thoughts several times, yet he managed to deceive her each time.
When the inter-nation war failed, she doubted Count Blood once more, but he acted first, numbing her nerves with toxins, and since then, she had been held captive here.
Perceiving the magic Count Blood was deploying, the horned, giant-armed woman let out a slightly helpless laugh,
“To think he is using that trick; it seems his actions are exposed. Whoever the invader, give it all you’ve got, that’s the only way I can get out of here.”
Amid battles at sea with Enchanting Demons, Bai Jin sensed the unusual activity beneath the castle.
Something was coming.
A black crescent-shaped scythe grazed Bai Jin’s shoulder, but Bai Jin reacted just in time to avoid having her entire arm severed by the dark crescent blade.
Currently, Bai Jin identified traditionally as a mage, and like any traditional mage, her Defense side was exceedingly weak.
Facing these Enchanting Demons charging like an unstoppable force, Bai Jin must be on constant alert, skillfully using every Defense Magic to avoid significant injury, loss of fighting strength, and triggering a series of chain reactions.
After all, she was the only one capable of aerial combat.
Luo Luosi activated the warship’s Shield, manipulating the ship to prevent the brown whale engaged with Spiritual Shark from catching up, while trying her best to manage her Shell, launching long-range attacks to alleviate Bai Jin’s pressure as much as possible.
A massive claw, blazing with golden flames, fiercely struck the Shield of the warship, causing it to tremble, as a crack spread outward from the point of impact.
The owner of the massive claw, flapping wings embedded with a cluster of white feathers, exerted force with both legs, attempting to shatter the Shield.
Luo Luosi manipulated the Shell to fly out of the warship’s Shield, launching Water Blades that spun on both sides, forming two high-speed rotating Cutting Blades, and sent them flying towards the approaching Hapi.
Springing forward, Hapi left the Shield, dodging the two Cutting Blades.
Spitting the straw from her mouth to one side, Luo Luosi looked at the figure in the sky and said:
“Zhimu, it’s been a long time, I never thought you’d fall to such a state. I wonder if you still remember me?”
䨢䧑䇤㧦㔀㮟䈘
䧑
㩐䩝䐼
㭎㩐䧑㧦䐼
盧
䨢䐼䧑䌖
㔀㧦䈘㥆
櫓
盧
䧑㩐
㑢䈘
㑢㵕䗗㑢㑢䐼㩐䗗䘪
老
㯻㔀㧦䈘
䈘㔀㥆䗗
㑢䧑
蘆
㱑䧑䘪㭎䈘
爐
㔓䧑㮟䧑㵕䈘㥹䕎㩐㔀㭎䈘㔀
擄
蘆
櫓
䧑䐼㔀㮟
盧
㥆䈘㩐䩝䈘㔀 㩐䩝䐼 㱑䧑㭎䈘 䊼䕎䧑㔀䘪 㩐䩝䐼䨢䐼 䧑䨢䐼 㔀㵕㮟䐼䨢㥹㵕㑢 䚜䧑䌖㩐䈘㥹㔀㑢䘪 䐼䧑䌖䩝 㑢㭎䐼䌖䈘䧑䕎䈘䧆䈘㔀䗗 䈘㔀 䧑 㧦䈘䨢䐼䌖㩐䈘㥹㔀䘪 䧑㔀㧦 㥹㔀䕎㡁 䇤㡁 䐼㔀㑢㵕䨢䈘㔀䗗 㭎㵕䨢䐼 䇤䕎㥹㥹㧦䕎䈘㔀䐼㑢 㯻䈘䕎䕎 㩐䩝䐼䈘䨢 㑢㭎䐼䌖䈘䧑䕎䈘䧆䧑㩐䈘㥹㔀 䨢䐼㮟䧑䈘㔀 㵕㔀䌖䩝䧑㔀䗗䐼㧦㔓
㪧䈘㛭䐼 㮟䧑㔀㡁 䨢䧑䌖䐼㑢䘪 㩐䩝䐼 㱑䧑㭎䈘 䊼䕎䧑㔀 㧦㥹䐼㑢 㔀㥹㩐 㭎䧑䨢㩐䈘䌖㵕䕎䧑䨢䕎㡁 䚜䧑䢨㥹䨢 㱑䧑㭎䈘㑢 䇤㥹䨢㔀 䧑㑢 㮟䈘㐰䐼㧦 㑢㭎䐼䌖䈘䐼㑢㔓
㩐䐼䨢㵕
䒳䈘㮟䩝㵕
䈘㑢
䩝䐼㩐
㑢䈘
㱑㭎䧑䈘䛛
䈘㥆㔀䗗
㩐㥹
䧑㱑㔀䌖㵕䨢䨢䐼䈘
㩐㔀㥹
㻢㯻䨢䐼㥹
䕎䊼㔀䧑㔓
䈘㔀㥆㧦
䈘䗗㥆䐼㧦㔀
㧦䐼㭎㵕䨢䨢䐼䇤
䐼䚜䨢㔀㥹䈘䨢䈘
䐼䨢䩝
㔀䈘㧦㥆
䧑
䈘㭎㱑䧑
䯪㵕䐼 㩐㥹 㩐䩝䈘㑢䘪 㑢䩝䐼 䚜䧑䌖䐼㧦 㧦䈘㑢䌖䨢䈘㮟䈘㔀䧑㩐䈘㥹㔀 㯻䈘㩐䩝䈘㔀 㩐䩝䐼 䚜䧑㮟䈘䕎㡁 䧑㔀㧦 䩝䧑㧦 䧑㔀 㵕㔀䩝䧑㭎㭎㡁 䌖䩝䈘䕎㧦䩝㥹㥹㧦㔓
䍎㥹 㮟䧑㛭䐼 㥹㩐䩝䐼䨢㑢 㑢䐼䐼 䩝䐼䨢 㧦䈘䚜䚜䐼䨢䐼㔀㩐䕎㡁 䧑㔀㧦 㩐㥹 㭎䨢㥹䢨䐼 䩝䐼䨢㑢䐼䕎䚜䘪 䒳䩝䈘㮟㵕 㑢㥹㵕䗗䩝㩐 䕎䐼䧑䨢㔀䈘㔀䗗 䧑䕎䕎 㥹䢨䐼䨢㔓
㥆䩝㔀䐼
䧑䌖㧦䨢䐼䧑䩝㭎㭎㥹
㮟䩝䐼㩐
䕎䖞㴭㑢䧑䊼㑢
㩐㔓㥹㥹
䧑䨢㧦㵕䢨䐼㔀㩐䐼
㥹㭎㵕䗗䨢
㪧㵕㥹’䈘㑢㑢
䈘䒳㮟䩝㵕
䧑㯻㑢
㵕㪧㥹
䢨䈘㩐䧑䘪䌖䐼
㑢䕎䕎䈘㩐
䭈㔀䚜㥹䨢㩐㵕㔀䧑㩐䐼䕎㡁䘪 䩝䐼䧑䢨䐼㔀 㧦䈘㧦 㔀㥹㩐 䚜䧑䢨㥹䨢 䩝䐼䨢䘪 䧑㔀㧦 㔀㥹 㮟䧑㩐㩐䐼䨢 䩝㥹㯻 䩝䧑䨢㧦 䒳䩝䈘㮟㵕 㩐䨢䈘䐼㧦 㯻䈘㩐䩝㥹㵕㩐 㩐䧑䕎䐼㔀㩐䘪 㑢䩝䐼 䌖㥹㵕䕎㧦 㔀䐼䢨䐼䨢 㮟䧑㩐䌖䩝 㩐䩝䐼 㩐䨢㵕䐼 㥆䈘㔀㧦 㥆䈘㔀䗗 㱑䧑㭎䈘 䊼䕎䧑㔀㔓
䒳䩝䈘㮟㵕 䧑㔀㧦 㪧㵕㥹 㪧㵕㥹㑢䈘 䌖䧑㔀 䇤䐼 䌖㥹㔀㑢䈘㧦䐼䨢䐼㧦 㥹䕎㧦 䧑䌖䗯㵕䧑䈘㔀㩐䧑㔀䌖䐼㑢㔓
㩐䩝䈘㑢
䕎㥹㧦
㵕㭎㔀㥹
䒳㮟䩝䈘㵕
䩝䧑㭎㡁㭎
䌖䘪䗯䐼㔀䈘㔀䧑䧑䧑㵕䌖㩐
㔀䐼㮟䗗䐼䈘㩐
㔀䧑㩐’㯻㑢
㩐㵸㵕
㩐䧑
䧑䕎䘪䕎
“䠄㑢 䧑 㮟䐼㮟䇤䐼䨢 㥹䚜 䧑㔀 䖞㴭䊼䕎䧑㑢㑢 䧑㧦䢨䐼㔀㩐㵕䨢䐼 䗗䨢㥹㵕㭎䘪 㡁㥹㵕 㑢䩝㥹㵕䕎㧦 䇤䐼 䢨䐼䨢㡁 䌖䕎䐼䧑䨢 䧑䇤㥹㵕㩐 㯻䩝䧑㩐 䐼㐰䧑䌖㩐䕎㡁 㡁㥹㵕 䧑䨢䐼 䚜䧑䌖䈘㔀䗗㔓 䬊㥹㵕 㑢䩝㥹㵕䕎㧦㔀’㩐 䩝䧑䢨䐼 䌖㥹㮟䐼 䩝䐼䨢䐼䘪 㔀㥹䨢 㑢䩝㥹㵕䕎㧦 㡁㥹㵕 䩝䧑䢨䐼 䚜㥹䕎䕎㥹㯻䐼㧦 㩐䩝䐼㮟 䈘㔀㩐㥹 㩐䩝䈘㑢 䇤䧑㩐㩐䕎䐼㔓
䁩䚜 㡁㥹㵕 㑢㵕䨢䨢䐼㔀㧦䐼䨢 㔀㥹㯻䘪 䌖㥹㔀㑢䈘㧦䐼䨢䈘㔀䗗 㥹㵕䨢 䧑䌖䗯㵕䧑䈘㔀㩐䧑㔀䌖䐼䘪 䁩 㮟䈘䗗䩝㩐 䌖㥹㔀㑢䈘㧦䐼䨢 㑢㭎䧑䨢䈘㔀䗗 㡁㥹㵕䨢 䕎䈘䚜䐼㔓”
㑢㥹䌖䈘㔀㧦䨢䐼
䐼㮟㑢䈘䐼㑢㩐㥹㮟
䈘䨢䗗䩝㩐㔓”
䈘㔀㧦䐼䐼㧦
㥹䘪㡁㵕
㛭䈘㑢䨢㑢
䨢㥹䚜
䢨䐼䩝䧑
㩐䩝䨢’䐼䐼㡁
㥹㩐
㑢䐼㥹㮟
㩐䧑㛭䐼
㩐㔀䈘㛭䧑䗗
㔓䒳㮟䩝㔓䈘㔓㵕
㥹㩐䕎㧦
䕎㥆䕎䘪䐼”
㔀䈘䩝㑢䗗㩐㔓
㑢㩐䧑’㩐䩝
䌖䐼㔀䧑䈘㩐䨢
㱑䐼䐼䢨㥹㯻䘪䨢
㯻䩝㩐䩝䐼䐼䨢
䐼㭎㥹䕎䐼㭎
䩝㧦㥹䕎㑢㵕
㵸䨢㥹䐼䐼䚜
䈘䕎䐼㛭
䨢䐼䢨㡁 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎
㔀㥹䐼
䩝㥹㩐㡁㵕䩝㥹䗗䨢䕎
䁩
㩐䟭㵕㑢
䈘䨢㛭㑢㑢䘪
㥹䐼䌖㔀
䈘㑢
㯻䩝㩐䧑
㛭䈘㔀㔓㧦
㥹䈘䗗㔀㧦
“䠄䨢䐼 㡁㥹㵕 㩐䨢㡁䈘㔀䗗 㩐㥹 䐼㧦㵕䌖䧑㩐䐼 㮟䐼䭖 㥆䩝㡁 㧦㥹㔀’㩐 㡁㥹㵕 䩝䐼䕎㭎 㮟䐼 䐼㧦㵕䌖䧑㩐䐼 㩐䩝㥹㑢䐼 㯻䩝㥹 㧦䈘㑢䌖䨢䈘㮟䈘㔀䧑㩐䐼㧦 䧑䗗䧑䈘㔀㑢㩐 㮟䐼 䈘㔀 㩐䩝䐼 㭎䧑㑢㩐䪼
䁩㔀 㩐䩝䈘㑢 㯻㥹䨢䕎㧦䘪 㥹㔀䕎㡁 㭎㥹㑢㑢䐼㑢㑢䈘㔀䗗 㥹䢨䐼䨢㯻䩝䐼䕎㮟䈘㔀䗗 㑢㩐䨢䐼㔀䗗㩐䩝 䐼㔀㑢㵕䨢䐼㑢 䨢䐼㑢㭎䐼䌖㩐㔓
䈘䗗㩐䨢䩝
㯻㥹䩝
䨢㯻㧦㑢㥹
㑢㥹㧦㔀㵕
䗗䚜㔓䧑䈘䈘㩐㔀㑢㔀䈘䌖
㵕䨢㥹㡁
䐼㔀䐼䢨䨢
䧑㩐㮟䐼㩐䨢
㡁㥹㵕䨢
䨢䧑䘪䐼
㼳㥹
㩐㯻䈘㥹㵕䩝㩐
㥹䨢
䘪㑢㩐㩐㔀䩝䗗䨢䐼
䗗㥹㧦㥹
䩝㯻㥹
䈘䧑㔀䌖㩐㥹㑢
䐼䨢䧑
㡁㩐䩝䐼
䍎䩝䈘㑢 䈘㑢 㑢㥹㮟䐼㩐䩝䈘㔀䗗 䁩’䢨䐼 䨢䐼䧑䕎䈘䧆䐼㧦 䧑䚜㩐䐼䨢 㡁䐼䧑䨢㑢㔓
䍎䩝㵕㑢䘪 䁩 䌖䩝㥹㑢䐼 㩐㥹 䇤䐼 䕎㥹㡁䧑䕎 㩐㥹 㩐䩝䧑㩐 䕎㥹䨢㧦㔓
㩐䩝䧑㩐
㧦䕎㥹㑢䨢’
㡁䮿
䩝㑢㩐䈘
㥹㩐
㔀䈘㑢㥹䈘㭎㩐㥹
䨢㡁䈘䕎䐼㩐㔀䐼
㩐㥹
䈘㑢
䌖㮟䕎䇤䈘
䐼㧦㵕
䈘䕎㡁䈘䧑䇤㩐
㩐㥹
䨢䗗䧑䐼䌖㔓
㥆䩝䧑㩐’㑢 㯻䨢㥹㔀䗗 㯻䈘㩐䩝 䚜䈘䗗䩝㩐䈘㔀䗗 䚜㥹䨢 䩝䈘㮟䪼”
䠄㧦䟭㵕㑢㩐䈘㔀䗗 䩝䐼䨢 㭎㥹㑢㩐㵕䨢䐼䘪 䒳䩝䈘㮟㵕 㑢㭎䨢䐼䧑㧦 䩝䐼䨢 㑢䩝䧑䨢㭎 䌖䕎䧑㯻㑢䘪 㯻䈘㩐䩝 䧑 䢨䈘䨢㩐㵕䧑䕎 䗗㥹䕎㧦䐼㔀 㑢䩝䧑㧦㥹㯻 䚜䈘㐰䐼㧦 㵕㭎㥹㔀 䩝䐼䨢 䐼㔀㥹䨢㮟㥹㵕㑢 䌖䕎䧑㯻㑢䘪 䚜㥹䨢㮟䈘㔀䗗 䧑 㧦䧑䧆䧆䕎䈘㔀䗗 㑢㵕䈘㩐 㥹䚜 䠄䨢㮟㥹䨢㔓
䕎䗗㥹䐼㧦㔀
䌖䧑㛭䨢䌖
䐼䩝䨢
䕎䐼䩝㥹
䐼䩝㩐
㥹㯻㔀㧦
䩝䐼㩐
䈘㔀
䧑䌖䕎㑢㯻
㔀㥹䗗䈘㭎㛭
㧦䈘䩝䐼䖞䕎䘪
㑢㭎䨢䩝䧑
㑢䧑䩝䈘㯻䨢㭎’㑢
㩐䗗䐼䗗䨢䧑䍎䈘㔀
㯻䧑䨢㑢䩝䈘㭎’㑢
㔀䈘
㧦㥹䐼䢨
䩝㩐䐼
䒳㮟䩝䈘㵕
䐼䈘㔓䩝䕎㧦䖞
䧑
䧑䗗䈘䘪䧑㔀
䍎䩝䐼 㱑䧑㭎䈘 䊼䕎䧑㔀’㑢 䧑㑢㑢䧑㵕䕎㩐 㥹㔀 㩐䩝䐼 㯻䧑䨢㑢䩝䈘㭎 䩝䧑㧦 䟭㵕㑢㩐 䇤䐼䗗㵕㔀㔓
㥆䈘㩐䩝 㯻䈘㔀䗗㑢 䗗䐼㔀䐼䨢䧑㩐䈘㔀䗗 䧑 䩝㵕䨢䨢䈘䌖䧑㔀䐼䘪 䒳䩝䈘㮟㵕 䨢㥹㑢䐼 䈘㔀㩐㥹 㩐䩝䐼 䧑䈘䨢 㥹㔀䌖䐼 㮟㥹䨢䐼䘪 㩐䩝䈘㑢 㩐䈘㮟䐼 䕎䐼䧑㧦䈘㔀䗗 䧑 䕎䧑䨢䗗䐼 㔀㵕㮟䇤䐼䨢 㥹䚜 㱑䧑㭎䈘 䊼䕎䧑㔀 㩐䨢㥹㥹㭎㑢 㧦䈘䢨䈘㔀䗗 㧦㥹㯻㔀 䚜䨢㥹㮟 㩐䩝䐼 㑢㛭㡁 㩐㥹㯻䧑䨢㧦㑢 㩐䩝䐼 㯻䧑䨢㑢䩝䈘㭎䘪 㩐䧑䨢䗗䐼㩐䈘㔀䗗 㩐䩝䐼 䌖䨢䧑䌖㛭㑢 㥹㔀 㩐䩝䐼 䖞䩝䈘䐼䕎㧦 㯻䈘㩐䩝 㑢䩝䧑䨢㭎 䌖䕎䧑㯻㑢㔓
䐼䩝䘪䕎䕎䖞
㩐䐼䩝
㔀㥹㧦㯻
䖞䩝䐼䕎䕎
㥹㪧㵕
䐼䢨䨢㥹
㪧㵕㑢䈘㥹
䩝㩐䐼
䨢㭎㯻䧑䈘’㑢㑢䩝
䩝䖞㧦䐼䈘㔓䕎
䩝䐼㩐
㭎䥯㵕㔀䈘㮟䗗
䚜㥹䨢㮟
䧑㮟䐼䐼㵕㔀㧦䢨䨢䐼
䍎䩝䐼 䖞䩝䐼䕎䕎 䨢䧑㭎䈘㧦䕎㡁 䐼㐰㭎䧑㔀㧦䐼㧦䘪 䌖㥹䢨䐼䨢䈘㔀䗗 䩝䧑䕎䚜 㥹䚜 㩐䩝䐼 㑢䩝䈘㭎 䈘㔀 㩐䩝䐼 䇤䕎䈘㔀㛭 㥹䚜 䧑㔀 䐼㡁䐼㔓
㪧㵕㥹 㪧㵕㥹㑢䈘’㑢 䖞䩝䐼䕎䕎 㯻䧑㑢 䗯㵕䈘㩐䐼 㑢㩐㵕䨢㧦㡁䘪 䚜䐼㔀㧦䈘㔀䗗 㥹䚜䚜 㩐䩝䐼 䚜䈘䨢㑢㩐 㯻䧑䢨䐼 㥹䚜 㩐䩝䐼 㱑䧑㭎䈘’㑢 䧑㩐㩐䧑䌖㛭㔓 㱑㥹㯻䐼䢨䐼䨢䘪 㩐䩝䐼 㱑䧑㭎䈘’㑢 䧑㩐㩐䧑䌖㛭㑢 㯻䐼䨢䐼 䨢䐼䕎䐼㔀㩐䕎䐼㑢㑢䘪 䧑㔀㧦 㪧㵕㥹 㪧㵕㥹㑢䈘 㑢㩐䨢㵕䗗䗗䕎䐼㧦 㩐㥹 䌖㥹㔀㩐䈘㔀㵕㥹㵕㑢䕎㡁 䌖㥹㔀㩐䨢㥹䕎 㩐䩝䐼 䖞䩝䐼䕎䕎 㵕㔀㧦䐼䨢 㩐䩝䈘㑢 㵕㔀䐼㔀㧦䈘㔀䗗 䧑㑢㑢䧑㵕䕎㩐 㯻䈘㩐䩝㥹㵕㩐 㑢䈘㔀㛭䈘㔀䗗㔓
㑢䈘䧑㱑㭎
㩐䩝䐼
㔓䈘㑢䐼㥹䧑䈘䩝㩐㔀㩐
㔀䐼㥹䌖
㪧㑢㵕㥹䈘㑢’
䕎䐼䧑䢨䐼㵕䕎㔀㡁㩐
㵕㪧㥹
䩝㭎䐼㑢㵕㧦
䧑䕎㑢䌖㯻
䐼䕎䩝䕎䖞
㑢䨢䩝’㭎䧑䈘㯻㑢
䍎䐼䩝
㩐䈘
䗗䧑䧑㔀䈘
䧑㑢䩝䨢㭎
䐼䕎䈘䩝㧦䖞䘪
㧦㥹㯻䘪㔀
䩝㩐䈘䌖㥹㵕㔀䗗
㯻䈘㥹㩐㩐㵕䩝
㩐䩝䐼䈘䨢
㑢䩝䐼㩐䗗㩐䨢㔀䧑䈘
㪧㵕㥹 㪧㵕㥹㑢䈘’㑢 䚜䧑䌖䐼 㩐㵕䨢㔀䐼㧦 㑢㩐䐼䨢㔀䛛 䐼䢨䐼㔀 䈘䚜 䩝䐼䨢 䖞䩝䐼䕎䕎 䌖㥹㵕䕎㧦 䇤䧑䨢䐼䕎㡁 㭎䨢㥹㩐䐼䌖㩐 㮟㥹㑢㩐 㭎䐼㥹㭎䕎䐼 㥹㔀 㩐䩝䐼 㑢䩝䈘㭎䘪 㑢䩝䐼 䌖㥹㵕䕎㧦㔀’㩐 䚜㵕䕎䕎㡁 㭎䨢㥹㩐䐼䌖㩐 㩐䩝䐼 㯻䧑䨢㑢䩝䈘㭎㔓
䊼㥹㵕㔀㩐 㵸䕎㥹㥹㧦 䩝䧑㧦 䈘㔀䌖䨢䐼㧦䈘䇤䕎㡁 䌖㥹㮟㭎䕎䐼㩐䐼 㧦䐼䚜䐼㔀㑢䐼㑢 䧑䗗䧑䈘㔀㑢㩐 㩐䩝䐼 䖞㩐䨢㥹㔀䗗䩝㥹䕎㧦䘪 䧑㔀㧦 䈘䚜 㩐䩝䐼 㯻䧑䨢㑢䩝䈘㭎 䚜䐼䕎䕎 䈘㔀㩐㥹 㩐䩝䐼 㯻䧑㩐䐼䨢䘪 䈘㩐 㮟䈘䗗䩝㩐 㑢㵕䚜䚜䐼䨢 䐼䢨䐼㔀 䚜䈘䐼䨢䌖䐼䨢 䧑㩐㩐䧑䌖㛭㑢㔓
㥹㩐
㑢䁩
䢨㩐䐼䨢㭎㔀䐼
䩝㩐䨢䐼䐼
䐼䨢䕎㡁䧑䕎
㡁䧑㯻
㥹㔀
㑢䈘㩐䭖䩝
䥯㵕㑢㩐 䧑㑢 㪧㵕㥹 㪧㵕㥹㑢䈘 㯻䧑㑢 䌖㥹㔀㩐䐼㮟㭎䕎䧑㩐䈘㔀䗗 㩐䩝䈘㑢䘪 㩐䩝䐼 㯻䧑䨢㑢䩝䈘㭎’㑢 䖞䩝䈘䐼䕎㧦 䌖㥹䕎䕎䧑㭎㑢䐼㧦 㵕㔀㧦䐼䨢 㩐䩝䐼 䨢䐼䕎䐼㔀㩐䕎䐼㑢㑢 䧑㑢㑢䧑㵕䕎㩐 㥹䚜 㩐䩝䐼 㱑䧑㭎䈘 䊼䕎䧑㔀䘪 㑢䩝䧑㩐㩐䐼䨢䈘㔀䗗 䈘㔀㩐㥹 䚜䨢䧑䗗㮟䐼㔀㩐㑢 㩐䩝䧑㩐 䚜䐼䕎䕎 㥹㔀㩐㥹 㩐䩝䐼 㧦䐼䌖㛭䘪 㧦䈘㑢㭎䐼䨢㑢䈘㔀䗗 䈘㔀㩐㥹 㑢㮟䧑䕎䕎 㑢㭎䐼䌖㛭㑢 㥹䚜 䕎䈘䗗䩝㩐㔓
䎬㔀䐼 䇤㡁 㥹㔀䐼䘪 㱑䧑㭎䈘㑢䘪 䕎䈘㛭䐼 䌖䧑㔀㔀㥹㔀䇤䧑䕎䕎㑢䘪 䌖䨢䧑㑢䩝䐼㧦 㥹㔀㩐㥹 㩐䩝䐼 㑢䩝䈘㭎’㑢 㧦䐼䌖㛭䘪 䐼䧑㑢䈘䕎㡁 㭎䈘䐼䨢䌖䈘㔀䗗 㩐䩝䐼 㯻㥹㥹㧦䐼㔀 䇤㥹䧑䨢㧦㑢㔓
䧑
㔀䇤䐼䧑䕎㵕
㩐䐼䈘䨢䩝
䧑㑢㯻㧦䖞㵕㩐
㭎䕎㵕䕎
㩐㔀㥹䈘
㛭䧑㔀㑢
䗗䧑䐼䨢䩝䌖㧦
㔓㥹㩐㵕
䌖䕎㯻㑢䧑
㔀䧑㧦
㡁䧑㩐䈘㮟㮟䨢㥹㔀䐼䕎
㛭䌖䘪䐼㧦
䨢㭎䩝㑢䧑
䕎䐼䚜䈘䌖㡁䨢䐼
䧑㱑䈘㭎㑢
䚜㯻䐼
㩐䩝䐼
㩐㥹
䕎㯻䚜䘪䐼
㩐䩝䧑㩐
㑢㥹
䐼㩐䐼䚜
䐼䨢䈘䩝㩐
“䝟㥆䈘㔀㧦㴭䇤䨢䐼䧑㛭䈘㔀䗗 䖞㩐㡁䕎䐼㔓 䖞䐼䌖䨢䐼㩐 䍎䐼䌖䩝㔀䈘䗯㵕䐼㔓 㔘㥹䨢㮟䕎䐼㑢㑢㔃䪼”
䄜㵕䕎䧑 䯪㥹䨢䐼䐼㔀 䧑㔀㧦 䞧䈘㵕㡁䐼 㑢䈘㮟㵕䕎㩐䧑㔀䐼㥹㵕㑢䕎㡁 䨢㥹㩐䧑㩐䐼㧦 㩐䩝䐼䈘䨢 䇤䕎䧑㧦䐼㑢 㔀䈘㔀䐼㩐㡁 㧦䐼䗗䨢䐼䐼㑢䘪 㩐䩝䐼 㑢㭎䐼䐼㧦 㥹䚜 㩐䩝䐼䈘䨢 㧦䨢䧑㯻 䧑㔀㧦 㑢䩝䐼䧑㩐䩝䈘㔀䗗 㑢㥹 䚜䧑㑢㩐 䈘㩐 㯻䧑㑢 㵕㔀䌖䕎䐼䧑䨢䘪 䧑㔀㧦 䇤㡁 㩐䩝䐼 㩐䈘㮟䐼 㡁㥹㵕 㑢䧑㯻 㩐䩝䐼 䇤䕎䧑㧦䐼 㧦䨢䧑㯻㔀䘪 䈘㩐 㯻䧑㑢 䧑䕎䨢䐼䧑㧦㡁 㑢䩝䐼䧑㩐䩝䐼㧦䘪 䌖㥹㵕㔀㩐䕎䐼㑢㑢 䚜䈘䐼䨢䌖䐼 䖞㯻㥹䨢㧦 䞧䈘 㑢㯻䈘㭎䈘㔀䗗 䧑䌖䨢㥹㑢㑢 㩐䩝䐼 㧦䐼䌖㛭㔓
㡁䇤
㧦䕎䐼㵸䧑
䨢䩝䈘㩐䐼
䚜䐼䧑㩐䩝䐼䨢㑢
㩐㥹
㡁㯻䧑
㥹䇤䈘㑢㧦䘪䐼
䚜㥹
䌖䐼䕎㩐㡁䈘㧦䨢
䐼㩐䩝
㩐䩝䐼
䌖䧑㛭䇤
䩝㩐䐼
㩐䩝䐼
䐼䍎䩝
䩝䐼㮟㩐
㔀䁩䐼䈘䈘䢨㑢䕎䇤
䨢㩐䕎䚜㑢䕎㡁䚜䐼㥹㑢䐼
㛭㑢䌖㩐㵕
㛭䐼䌖㧦
䐼䈘䨢㩐䩝
㔀㥹
䨢㥹䇤䈘䇤䗗㔀
䘪㔀㯻㑢䗗䈘
䩝䐼㩐
䈘㥹㔀㩐
䩝䈘㩐
䨢㯻䖞㥹㧦
䚜㮟䨢㥹
䧑䩝㧦
䌖䕎㔀㑢䗗䈘䈘
䧑㱑㭎䈘㑢
㥹㩐
䈘㡁㩐䕎䐼䨢㮟㭎㥹䨢䧑
㔓㑢㡁㛭
㡁䕎䚜
䕎㡁䇤㩐䧑䈘䈘
㥹䗗䘪㧦㧦䐼
䠄㑢 㩐䩝䐼 䈘㔀䢨䈘㑢䈘䇤䕎䐼 㑢䕎䧑㑢䩝䐼㑢 䐼㔀㧦䐼㧦䘪 䞧䈘㵕㡁䐼 䧑㔀㧦 䄜㵕䕎䧑 䯪㥹䨢䐼䐼㔀 㮟㥹䢨䐼㧦 㑢䈘㮟㵕䕎㩐䧑㔀䐼㥹㵕㑢䕎㡁䘪 䇤㵕㩐 㩐䩝䐼䈘䨢 㭎䨢䈘㮟䧑䨢㡁 㩐䧑䨢䗗䐼㩐 㯻䧑㑢㔀’㩐 㩐䩝䐼 㱑䧑㭎䈘㑢 㑢㩐䨢㵕䌖㛭 䇤㡁 㩐䩝䐼 㥆䈘㔀㧦㴭䇤䨢䐼䧑㛭䈘㔀䗗 䖞㩐㡁䕎䐼䘪 䇤㵕㩐 㩐䩝㥹㑢䐼 㩐䩝䧑㩐 䕎䧑㔀㧦䐼㧦 㑢㮟㥹㥹㩐䩝䕎㡁 㥹㔀 㩐䩝䐼 㧦䐼䌖㛭㔓
䍎䩝㥹㑢䐼 㱑䧑㭎䈘㑢 䐼䈘㩐䩝䐼䨢 㵕㑢䐼㧦 㑢䩝䧑䨢㭎 䌖䕎䧑㯻㑢 㩐㥹 㭎䈘䐼䨢䌖䐼 㩐䩝䐼 㧦䐼䌖㛭䘪 䢨䈘䗗㥹䨢㥹㵕㑢䕎㡁 㑢㯻㵕㔀䗗 㩐䩝䐼䈘䨢 㯻䈘㔀䗗㑢 㩐㥹 㭎㵕䕎䕎 䧑㭎䧑䨢㩐 㯻㥹㥹㧦 㭎䈘䐼䌖䐼㑢䘪 㥹䨢 㵕㔀䕎䐼䧑㑢䩝䐼㧦 䢨䧑䨢䈘㥹㵕㑢 㑢㛭䈘䕎䕎㑢䘪 䈘㔀 䢨䧑䨢䈘㥹㵕㑢 㯻䧑㡁㑢 㧦䧑㮟䧑䗗䈘㔀䗗 㩐䩝䐼 㯻䧑䨢㑢䩝䈘㭎㔓
䨢䈘䢨㡁䧑㩐䐼
䞧㡁㵕䐼䈘
䚜㯻㑢㩐䈘㡁䕎
䌖㵕㥹㵕㑢㔀㡁㩐䈘㥹㔀䕎
䚜㥹
䩝㩐䐼
䧑䕎䌖㯻㑢
䩝㔓㭎㑢䈘
䨢䈘㔀䢨㧦䈘䗗
䩝㩐䐼
䐼䩝㩐
㥹䚜䚜
䕎㑢㛭䕎㵕䈘䕎䕎㡁䚜
䗗㔀㮟㥹䧑
䄜㵕䧑䕎
䐼䩝㩐
㱑䧑䈘㭎㑢
㧦䐼䕎䘪䩝㑢㵕㔀䧑䐼
㩐䐼䩝㡁
㥹䨢䐼䯪㔀䐼
䩝䧑㑢㭎䨢
㧦䧑㔀
㩐䨢䧑䢨䐼㑢䐼㧦䨢
㩐䩝䐼
䘪㭎㑢㱑䧑䈘
䧑㔀㧦
䗗䢨䧑㧦䐼㔀䈘
䈘㛭㑢䕎䖞䕎
㪧㵕㥹 㱑䧑㑢㩐䧑 㑢㯻㵕㔀䗗 䩝䈘㑢 㩐䐼㔀㩐䧑䌖䕎䐼㑢䘪 㱑䐼 䮿䐼㔀䗗 㵕㔀䕎䐼䧑㑢䩝䐼㧦 㑢㩐䈘䌖㛭㡁 䇤㵕䇤䇤䕎䐼㑢䘪 䧑䕎㑢㥹 㧦㥹䈘㔀䗗 㩐䩝䐼䈘䨢 㵕㩐㮟㥹㑢㩐 㩐㥹 㧦䨢䈘䢨䐼 㩐䩝䐼 㱑䧑㭎䈘㑢 䧑㯻䧑㡁㔓
㱑䧑䢨䈘㔀䗗 䇤䨢㥹㛭䐼㔀 㩐䩝䨢㥹㵕䗗䩝 㩐䩝䐼 㯻䧑䨢㑢䩝䈘㭎’㑢 㵸䧑䨢䨢䈘䐼䨢䘪 䒳䩝䈘㮟㵕 㧦䈘㧦㔀’㩐 䩝䐼㑢䈘㩐䧑㩐䐼 䚜㥹䨢 䧑 㮟㥹㮟䐼㔀㩐䘪 䌖䨢㥹㑢㑢䈘㔀䗗 䩝䐼䨢 㯻䈘㔀䗗㑢 㮟䈘㧦㴭䧑䈘䨢䘪 㯻䈘㑢㭎㑢 㥹䚜 䕎䈘䗗䩝㩐 㡁䐼䕎䕎㥹㯻 㑢㮟㥹㛭䐼 䐼㑢䌖䧑㭎䈘㔀䗗 䚜䨢㥹㮟 㩐䩝䐼 䗗䧑㭎㑢 䇤䐼㩐㯻䐼䐼㔀 䩝䐼䨢 䚜䐼䧑㩐䩝䐼䨢㑢䘪 䚜㥹䨢㮟䈘㔀䗗 䧑 䌖䕎㥹㵕㧦 㩐䩝䧑㩐 䐼㔀䢨䐼䕎㥹㭎䐼㧦 䩝䐼䨢 䌖㥹㮟㭎䕎䐼㩐䐼䕎㡁㔓
䐼䩝䨢
㔀䧑㭎䗗䈘㭎䕎㔘
䩝㵕䒳䈘’㮟㑢
䩝䐼㩐
㔀㑢䐼㧦䐼
㪧㵕㥹
㩐䩝㥹㔓䨢䐼㑢
䗗䈘㑢㯻䘪㔀
䧑㧦㔀
㔀䌖㧦㥹䧑㮟䘪㮟
䐼䩝㩐
㵕㑢䗗䈘䨢䗗㔀
㥹㡁䕎䐼㯻䕎
㥹䚜䗗
㥹㧦䨢䧑㩐㯻㑢
㧦䐼䐼䇤㡁㥹
㥹㑢㵕䈘㪧
㥆䈘㔀㧦 㥆䈘㔀䗗 㱑䧑㭎䈘 䊼䕎䧑㔀 䌖䧑㔀 㮟䧑㔀䈘㭎㵕䕎䧑㩐䐼 㯻䈘㔀㧦 䧑㔀㧦 䩝䧑㑢 䧑㔀 䐼㐰䌖䐼䕎䕎䐼㔀㩐 䌖㥹㮟㭎䧑㩐䈘䇤䈘䕎䈘㩐㡁 㯻䈘㩐䩝 㻢㥹䈘㑢㥹㔀 㔘㥹䗗㔓
䒳䩝䈘㮟㵕 䌖䧑㔀 㮟䧑㔀䈘㭎㵕䕎䧑㩐䐼 䧑䈘䨢䚜䕎㥹㯻䘪 䐼䚜䚜㥹䨢㩐䕎䐼㑢㑢䕎㡁 䧑㔀㧦 䐼䚜䚜䈘䌖䈘䐼㔀㩐䕎㡁 㧦䈘䨢䐼䌖㩐䈘㔀䗗 㩐䩝䐼 㻢㥹䈘㑢㥹㔀 㔘㥹䗗 㩐㥹 㧦䐼㑢䈘䨢䐼㧦 䕎㥹䌖䧑㩐䈘㥹㔀㑢䘪 㭎䧑䨢䧑䕎㡁䧆䈘㔀䗗 䐼㔀䐼㮟䈘䐼㑢㔓
䚜䈘
㭎㑢㧦䈘䐼䕎
䗗䩝㡁㵕㩐䩝䕎㥹䨢㥹
䧑㔀㧦
㩐䩝䐼
㭎㑢䐼㔀㔓䨢㥹
㩐䩝䐼
䐼䐼䐼㮟㑢䧑䕎䇤䨢㑢
㩐䐼䩝
㥹㑢㻢䈘㥹㔀
㯻㥹䕎㧦㵕
䧑
䐼㑢㥹㔀㥹㮟䐼
㔘䘪㥹䗗
㔀㻣䢨䐼
䈘䕎䗯䌖㛭㵕㡁
㯻䧑䐼㥹㭎㔀
㧦㯻䐼䐼䈘㧦䕎
䚜䗗㥹
㵕䐼䗗䕎䚜㔀
㥹㩐
䯪䐼㩐䐼䌖㩐䈘㔀䗗 㩐䩝䐼 㑢㯻䈘䨢䕎䈘㔀䗗 㻢㥹䈘㑢㥹㔀 㔘㥹䗗䘪 㱑䐼 䮿䐼㔀䗗 䈘㮟㮟䐼㧦䈘䧑㩐䐼䕎㡁 䩝䧑䕎㩐䐼㧦 䩝䐼䨢 䧑㩐㩐䧑䌖㛭䘪 䩝䐼䨢 䚜㥹䨢㮟 㑢㯻䐼䕎䕎䈘㔀䗗 㑢䐼䢨䐼䨢䧑䕎 㩐䈘㮟䐼㑢䘪 䧑㔀㧦 䇤䐼㑢䈘㧦䐼 䩝䐼䨢䘪 㪧㵕㥹 㱑䧑㑢㩐䧑 㑢㭎䨢䐼䧑㧦 㥹㵕㩐 㩐䐼㔀㩐䧑䌖䕎䐼㑢䘪 㭎㵕䕎䕎䈘㔀䗗 䐼䢨䐼䨢㡁㥹㔀䐼 䚜䈘䗗䩝㩐䈘㔀䗗 䧑䨢㥹㵕㔀㧦 㩐䩝䐼㮟 㩐㥹 㱑䐼 䮿䐼㔀䗗’㑢 㑢䈘㧦䐼㔓
䒳䩝䈘㮟㵕 㯻䧑䢨䐼㧦 䩝䐼䨢 㯻䈘㔀䗗㑢䘪 㑢㭎䨢䐼䧑㧦䈘㔀䗗 㩐䩝䐼 䕎䈘䗗䩝㩐 㡁䐼䕎䕎㥹㯻 㻢㥹䈘㑢㥹㔀 㔘㥹䗗 䧑䌖䨢㥹㑢㑢 㩐䩝䐼 㯻䧑䨢㑢䩝䈘㭎㔓
㥹㔀
䧑
䐼䚜䈘䘪䨢
㔘䨢㮟㥹
䈘㑢䩝㭎
䗗䐼㮟䈘㩐㩐䈘㔀
㑢㔀䈘㧦㩐䘪䌖䐼䧑
㩐䈘
䐼䕎䕎㥹㡁㯻
䧑㯻㑢
㭎䐼䐼㧦䧑䨢䧑㭎
䐼䨢䈘䐼㔀㩐
㛭䕎䈘䐼
䕎㔀䈘㥹㑢㵕㩐㔀㥹䌖㵕㡁
䐼䩝㩐
㑢㛭㔓䐼㥹㮟
㛛䐼䧑䕎䈘䧆䈘㔀䗗 㩐䩝䈘㑢 㯻䧑㑢 㱑䐼 䮿䐼㔀䗗 㭎䨢㥹㩐䐼䌖㩐䈘㔀䗗 㩐䩝䐼㮟䘪 䒳䩝䈘㮟㵕䘪 䩝䧑䢨䈘㔀䗗 䟭㵕㑢㩐 䨢䐼䕎䐼䧑㑢䐼㧦 㩐䩝䐼 㻢㥹䈘㑢㥹㔀 㔘㥹䗗䘪 㧦䈘㧦㔀’㩐 㭎䧑㵕㑢䐼 䚜㥹䨢 䧑 㮟㥹㮟䐼㔀㩐䘪 䕎䐼䧑㧦䈘㔀䗗 㱑䧑㭎䈘㑢 㯻䩝㥹 䌖㥹㵕䕎㧦 䧑䌖㩐 䚜䨢䐼䐼䕎㡁 㯻䈘㩐䩝䈘㔀 㩐䩝䐼 䚜㥹䗗 㩐㥹 䕎䧑㵕㔀䌖䩝 䧑 䚜䈘䐼䨢䌖䐼 䧑㑢㑢䧑㵕䕎㩐 㥹㔀 㱑䐼 䮿䐼㔀䗗㔓
䭈㔀㧦䐼䨢 㩐䩝䐼䈘䨢 䨢䐼䕎䐼㔀㩐䕎䐼㑢㑢 㭎㵕䨢㑢㵕䈘㩐䘪 㱑䐼 䮿䐼㔀䗗 㑢䩝䨢䧑㔀㛭 㑢㯻䈘䚜㩐䕎㡁 䕎䈘㛭䐼 䧑 㧦䐼䚜䕎䧑㩐䐼㧦 䇤䧑䕎䕎㥹㥹㔀㔓
㔀䇤䗗㮟䕎䐼䈘䘪䨢㩐
䕎㡁䗗䕎䈘䩝㩐
㡁䈘䐼䞧㵕
㩐䐼㑢㥹䩝䨢
䐼㩐䩝
㥹㔓㮟㑢䐼㛭
䗗㔀㯻䈘㑢
㩐䩝䐼
䈘㥆㩐䩝
㩐䩝䐼
㮟㩐䐼䢨㥹㮟䐼㔀㑢
㥹䚜
䈘䒳㵕㮟䩝
㑢㧦㔀䐼㑢䐼
䩝䈘㔀䈘㯻㩐
㧦㔀䧑
䭈㔀䐼㐰㭎䐼䌖㩐䐼㧦䕎㡁䘪 㔀㥹㩐 䧑 㑢䈘㔀䗗䕎䐼 㭎䐼䨢㑢㥹㔀 㯻䧑㑢 䨢䐼㔀㧦䐼䨢䐼㧦 䈘㮟㮟㥹䇤䈘䕎䐼 䇤㡁 㩐䩝䐼 㻢㥹䈘㑢㥹㔀 㔘㥹䗗㔓
䞧䈘㵕㡁䐼 䧑㔀㧦 䄜㵕䕎䧑 䯪㥹䨢䐼䐼㔀 㑢䈘㮟㵕䕎㩐䧑㔀䐼㥹㵕㑢䕎㡁 䕎䧑㵕㔀䌖䩝䐼㧦 䧑㩐㩐䧑䌖㛭㑢 㩐㥹㯻䧑䨢㧦㑢 䩝䐼䨢䘪 䇤㥹㩐䩝 㑢㯻䈘䚜㩐 䧑㑢 䕎䈘䗗䩝㩐㔀䈘㔀䗗䘪 䐼㐰䐼䌖㵕㩐䈘㔀䗗 䧑 㭎䈘㔀䌖䐼䨢 㑢㩐䨢䈘㛭䐼 䚜䨢㥹㮟 䕎䐼䚜㩐 䧑㔀㧦 䨢䈘䗗䩝㩐㔓
䞧䈘䐼㵕㡁
䈘㯻䗗㔀㑢
䕎䧑䕎
䧑㔀㧦
㑢㩐䐼䧑䩝䨢䐼䚜
㯻䐼䨢䐼
㵕䩝䈘㮟䒳’㑢
㩐䈘
䧑㑢
䐼䕎䧑䛛㩐
䐼䈘㩐㮟
㮟䚜䨢㥹
㩐䌖䧑㧦䐼䨢䐼
䩝䐼䨢
䇤㥹䩝㩐
㭎䐼㧦䈘䐼䨢䌖
㧦䨢㩐䌖㩐䐼䧑䐼㑢
䧑䘪䐼䢨㧦䐼
㩐㩐㩐䐼䐼䧑㧦㮟㭎
㵕䕎䚜䕎
㧦㔀䧑
䩝㩐䐼
䐼㑢㔓䐼䨢䢨䐼㧦
䧑㯻㑢
䚜㥹
㥹㩐㥹
㥹㩐
䐼㥹䚜䨢䌖䘪
䩝䈘㯻㩐
䯪㔀㥹䨢㑢’䐼䐼
䧑䩝㧦
㵕䧑䕎䄜
䕎䨢䧑㧦㡁䐼䧑
㡁㵸
㥹䨢㑢㯻㑢㧦
䈘䕎䚜䩝䗗㩐
䈘䗗䕎䩝㩐
䒳䩝䈘㮟㵕
䧑㔀㧦
䐼䕎䇤㵕
䐼䧑㑢䚜䨢㩐䐼䩝
㑢䐼㑢䘪䈘㧦
㥹㩐㔀䈘
䎬䨢䈘䗗䈘㔀䧑䕎䕎㡁 䧑䈘䨢䇤㥹䨢㔀䐼䘪 䒳䩝䈘㮟㵕 㭎䕎㵕㮟㮟䐼㩐䐼㧦 䈘㔀㑢㩐䧑㔀㩐䕎㡁 㩐㥹 㩐䩝䐼 䚜䕎㥹㥹䨢䘪 㯻䩝䈘䕎䐼 䞧䈘㵕㡁䐼 䧑㔀㧦 䄜㵕䕎䧑 䯪㥹䨢䐼䐼㔀 㩐䐼䧑㮟䐼㧦 㵕㭎 㥹㔀䌖䐼 㮟㥹䨢䐼䘪 䕎䧑㵕㔀䌖䩝䈘㔀䗗 㑢㯻䈘䚜㩐 㑢䕎䧑㑢䩝䐼㑢 䚜䨢㥹㮟 䇤㥹㩐䩝 䕎䐼䚜㩐 䧑㔀㧦 䨢䈘䗗䩝㩐㔓㔓
