Lord of the Truth-Chapter 1109: Equal opportunities

("Are you insane?! Can't you see the treasure right before your eyes?!") Evergreen's voice erupted in alarm, carrying a mixture of disbelief and urgency. ("Right now, you have a forbidden land imbued with the essence of the Destruction Path! You can compare this phenomenon to the Poison Sea on the Poison Rock Planet. That sea gave birth to Durger the Devourer, attracted the attention of that impatient woman, and ultimately granted the planet its current significance. How can you even consider destroying such a place? No, this is even better than the Poison Sea! This entire region has been saturated with the fifth stage of the minor Law of Ashification— especially that abyss over there!")

Robin's eyes widened to their limits as he followed her words, turning to gaze at the gaping abyss left behind in the wake of the Shadow's explosion. Just looking at that abyss sent a shiver down his spine. It was as if it was staring back at him, swallowing light itself, whispering promises of annihilation.

Evergreen continued, her voice tinged with excitement, ("This area was nothing more than a barren desert before, but now, having been marked by the Destruction Path, its value has skyrocketed! No, not just this area—the entire planet has become more significant! Future cultivators will come here, seeking to temper their bodies and souls, searching for relics left behind by the thousands of emperors and millions of soldiers who perished in this battle. Some might even develop resistance to the Destruction Path, while others might give birth to children with a natural affinity for it!")

A faint whistle escaped Robin's lips. His bloodshot eyes darted around once more, now examining his surroundings with newfound clarity.

The land had been utterly ravaged by countless explosions, splitting open numerous volcanoes across the region. Rivers of molten lava surged beneath the earth, threatening to engulf everything in their path. However, whenever the lava cascaded into the abyss, it immediately turned to ash and vanished without a trace.

The Minor Law of Ashification that permeated the abyss acted as a barrier, preventing the lava from expanding beyond the sea of fire. Yet, at the same time, the constant flow of molten rock fed the law, strengthening The Minor Law of Ashification with each passing second.

Thinking about it more deeply… this place had transformed into a paradise for anyone walking the Paths of Destruction, or Fire!

"Hmm… you're right." Robin muttered under his breath, rubbing his chin in contemplation. "But won't Neri attempt to purge the fifth-stage law from the planet? Isn't that against the established rules or something?"

As he voiced his concern, his tone carried a hint of disappointment. Perhaps his joy at discovering such a powerful land wouldn't last long after all.

Evergreen scoffed. ("Nah~ She wasn't the one who brought a fifth-stage law here— she was a victim of it. Why should she go out of her way to remove it? If I were in her place, I'd leave it alone. And judging by the fact that she hasn't made a move yet, I'd say she's thinking the same thing.")

"That's… true!" Robin's eyes flickered with renewed excitement.

Then, a thought struck him. His expression tensed as he scanned his surroundings. "Wait… where is she?" His voice rose slightly. "Neri, can you hear me?! …Could something have happened to her?"

("I have no idea if something happened to her,") Evergreen admitted casually, ("But even if she's fine, she won't respond to you. The battle is over. She has no reason to maintain communication with you anymore.")

She paused for a brief moment before adding, her voice turning more solemn, ("That said… I wouldn't be surprised if her consciousness did fade. If I had fought an opponent of that caliber, I fear I might have been erased entirely.")

"…When I first heard about these rules, I thought they were absolute. But from what I've seen… If I hadn't interfered, that shadow could have wiped out the entire planet. What's the point of rules that bind both me and Neri in moments like that?" Robin shook his head in frustration, his golden eyes flickering with discontent.

("Power, my owner,") Evergreen replied seriously. ("Power gives you the ability to surpass all rules. That woman found a way to circumvent them by using a Soul Shard and the Cataclysm Sealing Cube. She didn't break the rules directly.")

She paused for a moment before continuing with an air of certainty.

("And it's not because the one who set the rules can't do anything about it—it's because they want people to find ways to bypass them. It's a system designed to encourage growth, to push everyone toward acquiring more power so they can exploit the very rules meant to bind them. It's one of the infinite means to achieve a single purpose!")

Seeing Robin's furrowed brows, Evergreen decided to illustrate her point.

("To make it clearer, let me give you an example. One of the most well-known rules prevents anyone from a higher belt from entering a planet in the Young Belt. Forget a Cataclysm level being for a moment— if even a Nexus level cultivator attempted to enter the atmosphere of a Young Belt planet, they would fail. If they tried to force their way in through a spatial gate, they would also fail. But… that same person could still destroy the entire planet from the outside without ever setting foot on it.")

"...?!" Robin's eyes flickered with realization. He was beginning to understand where this was going.

Evergreen's voice carried both gravity and concern. ("Can you imagine? That person possesses the strength to annihilate a planet but not the ability to step foot on it! Sounds ridiculous, doesn't it?")

She continued without waiting for his response.

("Another example: If a Cataclysm level being tried to manifest in a Young Belt planet in person, the fifth-stage resistance would immediately activate and obliterate them on the spot. The planet's spirit wouldn't even strain itself doing so. But when that shadow or the Soul Shard appeared, barely a second-stage resistance was triggered… and the planet's spirit was left to fend for itself, utterly alone.")

Robin sat upright on the sea of molten lava, his expression grave. "Are you saying that whoever creates these rules… deliberately leaves loopholes in them?"

("Ask the right question,") Evergreen prompted slyly. ("You should be asking why Young Belt planets are protected in the first place.")

Robin's brows knitted together. "…So that we have time to grow and become stronger?" That was the only logical answer. After all, that was the fundamental difference between them and the Middle Belt.

("Correct. Now, think about this: What if someone who is already strong and powerful enough wants to destroy a Young Belt planet, no matter what it costs them? Would the rules kill that powerful individual over a mere planet whose inhabitants might not even make a difference in the grand scheme of things? Or would they offer subtle workarounds to allow them to achieve their goal without harming themselves?") Evergreen let out a playful chuckle.

("Don't forget— thanks to those loopholes, that impatient woman only sent a shadow. A shadow that you, a local, managed to defeat. If she had no other choice, she might have come herself!")

Robin's fingers clenched slightly at the thought.

("This is the brilliance of the rule maker,") Evergreen continued, raising her hand slightly as if gesturing to the invisible forces governing the universe. ("She was given an opportunity to intervene as a powerful entity, while we —the inhabitants of the Young Belt— were given a chance to survive. The same logic applies to the fact that those high-level figures are allowed to interfere in the Young Belt by communicating with you through Soul Shards, granting you techniques, and even opening spatial gates you can use to go to the Middle Planetary Belt. Technically, they are corrupting the Young Belt and draining its resources. But at the same time, they're also accelerating the growth of a portion of its inhabitants.")

Robin's expression twisted into something darker. "Oh no, no, no… These 'equal opportunities' are not equal at all! They favor the stronger side of the equation! What good is a so-called 'fair chance' if I'm not already strong enough to surpass the Young Belt myself? And what will happen if that woman returns, furious, and decides to erase this planet in her wrath?!"

His frustration boiled over as he groaned. "Damn it, Evergreen! You just ruined my peaceful mood! What a horrible conversation!"

Evergreen chuckled again, her voice carrying a playful yet knowing edge. ("Relax, my owner. That is impossible!")

"䟫㿚㵗㟵䈼䈼䙼㜢㦩㯿䍟 䖽㟵㬐䍟" 㪏㟵㜢䙼䅚 䃻㾂䚛䚛㟵㬐㯿㷶 䀀䙼䈼 㜢䚛㟵㬐䈼 䈼㦩䙼䆇䀀䵼㦩䚪䤼 䀀䙼䈼 䆇㟵㦩㷶㯿䅚 㯿䚪㯿䈼 䅚㾥䚛䚛㟵㬐䙼䅚䆇 䙼䅚 䈼㾂䈼㵗䙼㓗䙼㟵䅚㰕 "䅍䙼㷶䅚'䵼 䚪㟵㾂 䐟㾂䈼䵼 䈼㾥䚪 䵼䀀㾥䵼 䈼㟵㿚㯿㟵䅚㯿 䙼䅚 䵼䀀㯿 㝶㯿䎒㾂䈼㝓䈼䵼㾥䵼㯿 㪏㯿㾥㦩㿚 㓗㟵㾂㦩㷶 㷶㯿䈼䵼䚛㟵䚪 㾥 㵗㦩㾥䅚㯿䵼 㬐䙼䵼䀀㟵㾂䵼 㯿㳙㯿䅚 䈼䵼㯿㵗㵗䙼䅚䆇 䃻㟵㟵䵼 㟵䅚 䙼䵼䍟 䟫'㳙㯿 㾥䅚䆇㯿䚛㯿㷶 䵼䀀㾥䵼 㬐㟵㿚㾥䅚 㾥 㦩㟵䵼… 䄳䀀 䀀㯿㾥㳙㯿䅚䈼䤼 䟫 㯿㳙㯿䅚 㓗㾥㦩㦩㯿㷶 䀀㯿䚛 㾥 㜢䙼䵼㓗䀀 㿚㾂㦩䵼䙼㵗㦩㯿 䵼䙼㿚㯿䈼䘖"

露老老盧爐䘶爐 虜䈼䀀䙼㳙㯿䚛老 盧魯䚛㾥䅚 㷶㟵㬐䅚 䀀䙼䈼 䈼㵗䙼䅚㯿 㾥䵼 䵼䀀㯿 䚛㯿㾥㦩䙼㭀㾥䵼䙼㟵䅚㰕 䖽㯿 䀀㾥㷶 㬐䙼䵼䅚㯿䈼䈼㯿㷶 䃻䙼䚛䈼䵼䀀㾥䅚㷶 䵼䀀㯿 㷶㯿㳙㾥䈼䵼㾥䵼䙼㟵䅚 䵼䀀㾥䵼 㿚㯿䚛㯿 䚛㯿㿚䅚㾥䅚䵼䈼 㟵䃻 䴥䙼䃻䵼䀀㝓䈼䵼㾥䆇㯿 䂥㾥㬐䈼 㓗㟵㾂㦩㷶 㜢䚛䙼䅚䆇 㬐䀀㯿䅚 䵼䀀㾥䵼 䈼䀀㾥㷶㟵㬐 㾥䵼䵼㾥㓗䪖㯿㷶㰕 䘶䅚㷶 䵼䀀㾥䵼 㬐㾥䈼䅚'䵼 㯿㳙㯿䅚 㾥 䃻䚛㾥㓗䵼䙼㟵䅚 㟵䃻 㬐䀀㾥䵼 㾥 䵼䚛㾂㯿 㐍䙼䎒䵼䀀㝓㐍䵼㾥䆇㯿 䂥㾥㬐 㬐䙼㯿㦩㷶㯿䚛 㓗㟵㾂㦩㷶 㾂䅚㦩㯿㾥䈼䀀㰕 䟫䃻 䅚㟵䵼 䃻㟵䚛 䵼䀀㯿 㵗㦩㾥䅚㯿䵼'䈼 䈼㵗䙼䚛䙼䵼 䃻䙼䆇䀀䵼䙼䅚䆇 㷶㯿䈼㵗㯿䚛㾥䵼㯿㦩䚪 䵼㟵 㷶㯿䃻㯿䅚㷶 䙼䵼䈼㯿㦩䃻䤼 㝶㯿䀀㾥䚛䙼 㬐㟵㾂㦩㷶 䀀㾥㳙㯿 㜢㯿㯿䅚 䚛㯿㷶㾂㓗㯿㷶 䵼㟵 㓗㟵䈼㿚䙼㓗 㷶㾂䈼䵼䤼 䙼䵼䈼 㳙㯿䚛䚪 㯿䎒䙼䈼䵼㯿䅚㓗㯿 㯿䚛㾥䈼㯿㷶䘖

㜧㳙㯿䚛䆇䚛㯿㯿䅚䤼 䀀㟵㬐㯿㳙㯿䚛䤼 䚛㯿㿚㾥䙼䅚㯿㷶 㓗㾥㦩㿚㰕 㐍䀀㯿 䈼䀀㟵㟵䪖 䀀㯿䚛 䀀㯿㾥㷶 㦩䙼䆇䀀䵼㦩䚪 㾥䅚㷶 䚛㯿㵗㦩䙼㯿㷶䤼 "䞜䁺䀀㾥䵼 䙼䈼 䵼䚛㾂㯿—㾥㓗㓗㟵䚛㷶䙼䅚䆇 䵼㟵 䵼䀀㯿 䚛㾂㦩㯿䈼䤼 㾥 㝶㯿䎒㾂䈼 䈼䵼㾥䵼㯿 㓗㾂㦩䵼䙼㳙㾥䵼㟵䚛 䙼䈼 䙼䅚㷶㯿㯿㷶 䆇䙼㳙㯿䅚 㓗㯿䚛䵼㾥䙼䅚 㵗䚛䙼㳙䙼㦩㯿䆇㯿䈼… 㾥䅚㷶 㵗㦩㾥䅚㯿䵼㾥䚛䚪 㷶㯿䈼䵼䚛㾂㓗䵼䙼㟵䅚 䙼䈼 㟵䅚㯿 㟵䃻 䵼䀀㯿㿚㰕 㯮㾂䵼 㾥䅚䚪 㟵䃻 䵼䀀㯿㿚 㬐㟵㾂㦩㷶 䵼䀀䙼䅚䪖 㾥 㿚䙼㦩㦩䙼㟵䅚 䵼䙼㿚㯿䈼 㜢㯿䃻㟵䚛㯿 㾥㓗䵼㾂㾥㦩㦩䚪 㓗㟵㿚㿚䙼䵼䵼䙼䅚䆇 䵼㟵 䈼㾂㓗䀀 㾥䅚 㾥㓗䵼㰕㖽"

㾥㯿䚛㜢䀀䵼 䚪䀀㬐 "䍟䵼㾥䀀䵼䘶㷶䅚" 䵼㯿㟵㿚㿚䅚㰕䈼䙼䚛㟵䃻䆇䵼㓗㾥䀀㾂 㪏'㟵㜢䙼䅚䈼

㜧㳙㯿䚛䆇䚛㯿㯿䅚'䈼 㳙㟵䙼㓗㯿 㓗㾥䚛䚛䙼㯿㷶 㾥䅚 㾥䙼䚛 㟵䃻 䈼㟵㦩㯿㿚䅚䙼䵼䚪 㾥䈼 䈼䀀㯿 㯿䎒㵗㦩㾥䙼䅚㯿㷶䤼 "䞜㯮㯿㓗㾥㾂䈼㯿 䙼䃻 䵼䀀㯿䚪 㷶㟵䤼 䵼䀀㯿䚪 㬐䙼㦩㦩 䀀㾥㳙㯿 䵼㟵 䃻㾥㓗㯿 䵼㬐㟵 䵼䀀䙼䅚䆇䈼䚙 䴥䙼䚛䈼䵼䤼 䵼䀀㯿 䂥㾥㬐 㟵䃻 㪏㯿䵼䚛䙼㜢㾂䵼䙼㟵䅚䤼 㾥㦩䈼㟵 䪖䅚㟵㬐䅚 㾥䈼 㤎㾥䚛㿚㾥㰕 䘶䅚㷶 䈼㯿㓗㟵䅚㷶䤼 䵼䀀㯿 䚛㯿㦩㯿䅚䵼㦩㯿䈼䈼 㵗㾂䚛䈼㾂䙼䵼 㟵䃻 䵼䀀㯿 㐍䵼㾥䚛 䘶㓗㾥㷶㯿㿚䙼㯿䈼㰕㖽"

㪏㟵㜢䙼䅚'䈼 㦩䙼㵗䈼 㵗㾥䚛䵼㯿㷶 䈼㦩䙼䆇䀀䵼㦩䚪䤼 㜢㾂䵼 䀀㯿 䚛㯿㿚㾥䙼䅚㯿㷶 䈼䙼㦩㯿䅚䵼䤼 㦩䙼䈼䵼㯿䅚䙼䅚䆇 㬐䙼䵼䀀 㓗㟵㿚㵗㦩㯿䵼㯿 䃻㟵㓗㾂䈼㰕

䈼䀀䁺䙼 䅚㬐䵼䈼㾥'䅚䆇䀀䙼䵼㯿䀀㾥䚛㷶 㾥䃻㓗䵼䤼 䵼䙼 㾥㿚㰕㤎㾥䚛 䀀㾥㷶䙼䈼䃻䚛䵼㿚䙼㯿䵼 䵼㾥䈼㦩㬐㾥䈼䅚䟫㯿䀀䵼㟵㯿㜢䚛䃻㯿䀀㯿 䚛䀀䱥㟵䚪䵼䈼䙼㯿㿚䘖㯿㷶㾥㜢㟵㾂䵼 䙼䈼䀀 㳙㯿䚛䚪 㾥䵼㜢㟵㾂 䀀㾥㷶䈼㵗䅚㟵䪖㯿 㯿䵼䀀

㜧㳙㯿䚛䆇䚛㯿㯿䅚 㓗㟵䅚䵼䙼䅚㾂㯿㷶䤼 䀀㯿䚛 㳙㟵䙼㓗㯿 䈼䵼㯿㾥㷶䚪㰕 "䞜䴥䙼䚛䈼䵼䤼 䵼䀀㯿 䂥㾥㬐 㟵䃻 㪏㯿䵼䚛䙼㜢㾂䵼䙼㟵䅚䤼 㟵䚛 㤎㾥䚛㿚㾥— 䙼䵼 䙼䈼 㯿䎒㾥㓗䵼㦩䚪 㬐䀀㾥䵼 䙼䵼䈼 䅚㾥㿚㯿 䙼㿚㵗㦩䙼㯿䈼㰕 㩮䀀㯿䅚 䚪㟵㾂 㷶㟵 䈼㟵㿚㯿䵼䀀䙼䅚䆇 㯿㳙䙼㦩䤼 䚪㟵㾂 㿚㾂䈼䵼 㯿䎒㵗㯿㓗䵼 㯿㳙䙼㦩 䵼㟵 㓗㟵㿚㯿 㜢㾥㓗䪖 䵼㟵 䚪㟵㾂㰕 㯮㯿䵼䚛㾥䚪 㾥 䃻䚛䙼㯿䅚㷶䍟 㜧䎒㵗㯿㓗䵼 㜢㯿䵼䚛㾥䚪㾥㦩 䙼䅚 䚛㯿䵼㾂䚛䅚㰕 䅍㟵 䆇㟵㟵㷶䍟 䬜㟵㟵㷶 䃻㟵䚛䵼㾂䅚㯿 㬐䙼㦩㦩 㯿㳙㯿䅚䵼㾂㾥㦩㦩䚪 䃻䙼䅚㷶 䙼䵼䈼 㬐㾥䚪 䵼㟵 䚪㟵㾂㰕㖽"

㐍䀀㯿 㬐㾥㳙㯿㷶 䀀㯿䚛 䀀㾥䅚㷶䤼 㾥䅚㷶 㾥 䃻㾥䙼䅚䵼 䆇䚛㯿㯿䅚 䆇㦩㟵㬐 䃻㦩䙼㓗䪖㯿䚛㯿㷶 䵼䀀䚛㟵㾂䆇䀀 䵼䀀㯿 㾥䙼䚛㰕

"䞜䂥䙼䪖㯿 㾥㦩㦩 䀀㯿㾥㳙㯿䅚㦩䚪 㦩㾥㬐䈼䤼 㤎㾥䚛㿚㾥 䀀㾥䈼 㿚㾥䵼㾂䚛㯿㷶 䈼䙼䆇䅚䙼䃻䙼㓗㾥䅚䵼㦩䚪 㾥㿚㟵䅚䆇 䵼䀀㯿 䙼䅚䀀㾥㜢䙼䵼㾥䅚䵼䈼 㟵䃻 䵼䀀㯿 㯱䙼㷶㷶㦩㯿 䱥㦩㾥䅚㯿䵼㾥䚛䚪 㯮㯿㦩䵼 㾥䅚㷶 䀀㾥䈼 㜢㯿㓗㟵㿚㯿 㾥 䃻㟵䚛㓗㯿 䵼㟵 㜢㯿 䵼䚛㾂㦩䚪 䃻㯿㾥䚛㯿㷶㰕 䁺䀀㟵䈼㯿 㬐䀀㟵 㓗㟵㿚㿚䙼䵼 䵼㟵㟵 㿚㾥䅚䚪 㓗䚛䙼㿚㯿䈼 㾥㓗㓗㾂㿚㾂㦩㾥䵼㯿 㾥 䀀㯿㾥㳙䚪 㾥㾂䚛㾥 㟵䃻 䅚㯿䆇㾥䵼䙼㳙㯿 䪖㾥䚛㿚㾥䤼 㬐䀀䙼㓗䀀 䙼䅚 䵼㾂䚛䅚 㾥䵼䵼䚛㾥㓗䵼䈼 㿚䙼䈼䃻㟵䚛䵼㾂䅚㯿䈼 䵼㟵 䵼䀀㯿㿚 㓗㟵䅚䈼䵼㾥䅚䵼㦩䚪㰕㖽"

䖽㯿䚛 㯿䎒㵗䚛㯿䈼䈼䙼㟵䅚 㷶㾥䚛䪖㯿䅚㯿㷶 䈼㦩䙼䆇䀀䵼㦩䚪 㾥䈼 䈼䀀㯿 㾥㷶㷶㯿㷶䤼 "䞜䟫䵼 䙼䈼 㟵䅚㯿 㟵䃻 䵼䀀㯿 㿚㟵䈼䵼 䃻㯿㾥䚛㯿㷶 㦩㾥㬐䈼 䙼䅚 䵼䀀㯿 㯱䙼㷶㷶㦩㯿 㯮㯿㦩䵼䤼 㯿䈼㵗㯿㓗䙼㾥㦩㦩䚪 㾥㿚㟵䅚䆇 䵼䀀㯿 㵗㟵㬐㯿䚛䃻㾂㦩㰕 㜧㳙㯿䅚 䵼䀀㟵㾂䆇䀀 㯿㳙㯿䚛䚪 㝶㯿䎒㾂䈼 㐍䵼㾥䵼㯿 㓗㾂㦩䵼䙼㳙㾥䵼㟵䚛 䀀㾥䈼 䚛㯿㾥㓗䀀㯿㷶 㾥 㦩㯿㳙㯿㦩 㬐䀀㯿䚛㯿 䵼䀀㯿䚪 㟵㬐䅚 㾥䵼 㦩㯿㾥䈼䵼 㟵䅚㯿 㵗㦩㾥䅚㯿䵼 㾥䅚㷶 䀀㾥㳙㯿 䅚㯿㾥䚛㦩䚪 㾥㓗䀀䙼㯿㳙㯿㷶 䙼㿚㿚㟵䚛䵼㾥㦩䙼䵼䚪䤼 䵼䀀㯿䚛㯿 䙼䈼 䅚㟵䵼 㾥 䈼䙼䅚䆇㦩㯿 䵼䚛㾂㯿 䙼㿚㿚㟵䚛䵼㾥㦩 䙼䅚 䵼䀀㯿 㯱䙼㷶㷶㦩㯿 㯮㯿㦩䵼㰕 㐍㟵㟵䅚㯿䚛 㟵䚛 㦩㾥䵼㯿䚛䤼 㯿㳙㯿䚛䚪 㟵䅚㯿 㟵䃻 䵼䀀㯿㿚 㷶䙼㯿䈼㰕 䘶䅚㷶 㷶㟵 䚪㟵㾂 䪖䅚㟵㬐 㬐䀀㾥䵼 䵼䀀㯿䚪 㜢㦩㾥㿚㯿 䃻㟵䚛 䵼䀀㯿䙼䚛 㷶㟵㬐䅚䃻㾥㦩㦩䍟 䁺䀀㯿 䂥㾥㬐 㟵䃻 㤎㾥䚛㿚㾥 䙼䵼䈼㯿㦩䃻㰕 㜧㳙㯿䚛䚪 㵗㯿䚛䈼㟵䅚 㬐䀀㟵 䚛㯿㾥㓗䀀㯿䈼 䵼䀀㾥䵼 㦩㯿㳙㯿㦩 㟵䃻 㵗㟵㬐㯿䚛 䀀㾥䈼 㓗㟵㿚㿚䙼䵼䵼㯿㷶 㓗㟵㾂䅚䵼㦩㯿䈼䈼 㾥䵼䚛㟵㓗䙼䵼䙼㯿䈼䤼 䈼䙼䅚䈼 䵼䀀㾥䵼 㓗㾥䅚䅚㟵䵼 㜢㯿 䃻㟵䚛䆇䙼㳙㯿䅚… 㾥䅚㷶 䙼䅚 䵼䀀㯿 㯿䅚㷶䤼 㤎㾥䚛㿚㾥 㾥㦩㬐㾥䚪䈼 㓗㾥䵼㓗䀀㯿䈼 㾂㵗 㬐䙼䵼䀀 䵼䀀㯿㿚㰕㖽"

㪏㟵㜢䙼䅚 䅚㟵㷶㷶㯿㷶 䵼䀀㟵㾂䆇䀀䵼䃻㾂㦩㦩䚪䤼 㷶䙼䆇㯿䈼䵼䙼䅚䆇 㯿㳙㯿䚛䚪 㬐㟵䚛㷶㰕

"䱥䚪䵼䀀㟵䚛… 䀀㯿 㿚㯿䅚䵼䙼㟵䅚㯿㷶 䵼䀀㾥䵼 䵼䀀㯿 䅚㯿䆇㾥䵼䙼㳙㯿 䪖㾥䚛㿚㾥 䀀㯿 䀀㾥㷶 㾥㓗㓗㾂㿚㾂㦩㾥䵼㯿㷶 䃻䚛㟵㿚 㓗㟵㿚㿚䙼䵼䵼䙼䅚䆇 䆇㯿䅚㟵㓗䙼㷶㯿 䙼䈼 㬐䀀㾥䵼 㾂㦩䵼䙼㿚㾥䵼㯿㦩䚪 㦩㯿㷶 䀀䙼㿚 䵼㟵 㿚㯿 㾥䅚㷶 䚛㯿䈼㾂㦩䵼㯿㷶 䙼䅚 䀀䙼䈼 㷶㯿㾥䵼䀀㰕 䟫 䵼䀀㟵㾂䆇䀀䵼 䀀㯿 㬐㾥䈼 䐟㾂䈼䵼 䚛㾥㿚㜢㦩䙼䅚䆇 䅚㟵䅚䈼㯿䅚䈼㯿 䙼䅚 䀀䙼䈼 䃻䙼䅚㾥㦩 㿚㟵㿚㯿䅚䵼䈼… 㜢㾂䵼 䵼䀀䙼䈼…䍟"

㜧㳙㯿䚛䆇䚛㯿㯿䅚 䈼㿚䙼䚛䪖㯿㷶 䈼㦩䙼䆇䀀䵼㦩䚪㰕 "䞜䖽㿚㿚… 㯱㾥䚪㜢㯿 䀀㯿 㬐㾥䈼 䚛㾥㿚㜢㦩䙼䅚䆇㰕 䘶䃻䵼㯿䚛 㾥㦩㦩䤼 䵼䀀㯿 㯿䃻䃻㯿㓗䵼 㟵䃻 㤎㾥䚛㿚㾥 䙼䅚 䵼䀀㯿 䂭㟵㾂䅚䆇 㯮㯿㦩䵼 䙼䈼 㬐㯿㾥䪖㰕 䟫䃻 䀀㯿 䀀㾥㷶 䵼䚛㾂㦩䚪 䆇㾥䵼䀀㯿䚛㯿㷶 㯿䅚㟵㾂䆇䀀 䅚㯿䆇㾥䵼䙼㳙㯿 䪖㾥䚛㿚㾥 䵼㟵 㜢㯿 䀀㾂䅚䵼㯿㷶 㷶㟵㬐䅚 㜢䚪 䙼䵼䤼 䵼䀀㯿䅚 䀀䙼䈼 㓗䚛䙼㿚㯿䈼 㿚㾂䈼䵼 䀀㾥㳙㯿 㜢㯿㯿䅚 䙼㿚㿚㯿㾥䈼㾂䚛㾥㜢㦩㯿㰕㖽"

㐍䀀㯿 䵼䙼㦩䵼㯿㷶 䀀㯿䚛 䀀㯿㾥㷶 䈼㦩䙼䆇䀀䵼㦩䚪 㜢㯿䃻㟵䚛㯿 㓗㟵䅚䵼䙼䅚㾂䙼䅚䆇㰕

"䞜䟫䅚 䵼䀀㯿 㯱䙼㷶㷶㦩㯿 㯮㯿㦩䵼䤼 㤎㾥䚛㿚㾥 㜢㾂䙼㦩㷶䈼 㾂㵗 䚛㾥㵗䙼㷶㦩䚪㰕 㩮䀀㯿䵼䀀㯿䚛 䆇㟵㟵㷶 㟵䚛 㜢㾥㷶䤼 䙼䵼 䵼㾥䪖㯿䈼 䈼䀀㾥㵗㯿 㾥䚛㟵㾂䅚㷶 㾥 㵗㯿䚛䈼㟵䅚 㦩䙼䪖㯿 㾥䅚 㾥㾂䚛㾥䤼 䙼䅚䃻㦩㾂㯿䅚㓗䙼䅚䆇 䵼䀀㯿䙼䚛 䃻㾥䵼㯿 䙼䅚 䵼㾥䅚䆇䙼㜢㦩㯿 㬐㾥䚪䈼㰕 䘶䵼 䃻䙼䚛䈼䵼䤼 䙼䵼 䈼䵼㾥䚛䵼䈼 䈼㿚㾥㦩㦩—䈼㵗㟵䙼㦩㯿㷶 䃻㟵㟵㷶䤼 㿚㯿㓗䀀㾥䅚䙼㓗㾥㦩 䃻㾥䙼㦩㾂䚛㯿䈼 䙼䅚 䈼㵗㾥㓗㯿䈼䀀䙼㵗䈼… 㯮㾂䵼 㾥䈼 䙼䵼 䙼䅚䵼㯿䅚䈼䙼䃻䙼㯿䈼䤼 䙼䵼 㜢㯿䆇䙼䅚䈼 㾥䃻䃻㯿㓗䵼䙼䅚䆇 㟵䅚㯿'䈼 㳙㯿䚛䚪 㓗㾂㦩䵼䙼㳙㾥䵼䙼㟵䅚 㵗䚛㟵䆇䚛㯿䈼䈼䤼 㓗㾥㾂䈼䙼䅚䆇 㜢㟵䵼䵼㦩㯿䅚㯿㓗䪖䈼䤼 䚛㯿䆇䚛㯿䈼䈼䙼㟵䅚… 㾥䅚㷶 㯿㳙㯿䅚䵼㾂㾥㦩㦩䚪䤼 㯿㳙㯿䅚 㷶㯿㾥䵼䀀㰕㖽"

䘶 㷶䚛䚪 䆇㾂㦩㵗 䈼㦩䙼㷶 㷶㟵㬐䅚 㪏㟵㜢䙼䅚'䈼 䵼䀀䚛㟵㾥䵼㰕 䖽䙼䈼 㯿䎒㵗䚛㯿䈼䈼䙼㟵䅚 䈼䵼䙼䃻䃻㯿䅚㯿㷶 䈼㦩䙼䆇䀀䵼㦩䚪㰕

䖽㯿 䀀㾥㷶 䅚㯿㳙㯿䚛 䈼䵼㟵㵗㵗㯿㷶 䵼㟵 䵼䀀䙼䅚䪖 㾥㜢㟵㾂䵼 䙼䵼 㜢㯿䃻㟵䚛㯿䤼 㜢㾂䵼… 㷶䙼䚛㯿㓗䵼㦩䚪 㟵䚛 䙼䅚㷶䙼䚛㯿㓗䵼㦩䚪䤼 䀀㯿 䀀㾥㷶 㓗㾥㾂䈼㯿㷶 䵼䀀㯿 㷶㯿㾥䵼䀀䈼 㟵䃻 㜢䙼㦩㦩䙼㟵䅚䈼㰕

䵼㾂㦩䀀㯿䚛䆇㾥 䀀䙼㯿㓗㿚㷶㾂䆇䅚䈼䚛㰕㯿䚛䈼㾥䙼 䚛㯿㳙䆇㯿䈼㯿䅚'㜧䚛䵼䚪䈼㾥㦩䆇䚛㯿䅚 䤼㿚䙼㷶䅚䙼䅚㵗㦩䚪㾥㦩㾂䃻䚪㯿䵼䙼䈼䀀

"䞜䖽㯿䀀㯿䀀㯿~ 㝶㟵 䅚㯿㯿㷶 䵼㟵 㵗㾥䅚䙼㓗䤼 䄳㬐䅚㯿䚛䘖 㜧㳙㯿䅚 㤎㾥䚛㿚㾥 䀀㾥䈼 㦩㟵㟵㵗䀀㟵㦩㯿䈼 䚪㟵㾂 㓗㾥䅚 䵼㾥䪖㯿 㾥㷶㳙㾥䅚䵼㾥䆇㯿 㟵䃻㰕 䂭㟵㾂 㓗㾥䅚 㾥㦩㬐㾥䚪䈼 㓗㟵㾂䅚䵼㯿䚛㜢㾥㦩㾥䅚㓗㯿 㜢㾥㷶 䪖㾥䚛㿚㾥 㜢䚪 㷶㟵䙼䅚䆇 䆇㟵㟵㷶 㷶㯿㯿㷶䈼㰕 䟫'㿚 䈼㾂䚛㯿 䚪㟵㾂'㦩㦩 㓗㟵㿚㯿 㾂㵗 㬐䙼䵼䀀 䈼㟵㿚㯿䵼䀀䙼䅚䆇 㯿㳙㯿䅚䵼㾂㾥㦩㦩䚪~㖽"

䁺䀀㯿䅚䤼 䀀㯿䚛 㳙㟵䙼㓗㯿 䵼㟵㟵䪖 㟵䅚 㾥䅚 㯿㷶䆇㯿 㟵䃻 䈼㯿䚛䙼㟵㾂䈼䅚㯿䈼䈼㰕

"䞜㯮㾂䵼 㦩㯿䵼 㿚㯿 㿚㾥䪖㯿 䵼䀀䙼䈼 㳙㯿䚛䚪 㓗㦩㯿㾥䚛䤼 㪏㟵㜢䙼䅚 —䅚㯿㳙㯿䚛䤼 䅚㯿㳙㯿䚛 㯿㳙㯿䅚 䵼䀀䙼䅚䪖 㾥㜢㟵㾂䵼 㷶㯿䈼䵼䚛㟵䚪䙼䅚䆇 㾥 㵗㦩㾥䅚㯿䵼䤼 㯿䈼㵗㯿㓗䙼㾥㦩㦩䚪 㾥䅚 䙼䅚䅚㟵㓗㯿䅚䵼 㟵䅚㯿 䙼䅚 䵼䀀㯿 䂭㟵㾂䅚䆇 䱥㦩㾥䅚㯿䵼㾥䚛䚪 㯮㯿㦩䵼㰕 䁺䀀㯿 䈼䀀㯿㯿䚛 㾥㿚㟵㾂䅚䵼 㟵䃻 䅚㯿䆇㾥䵼䙼㳙㯿 䪖㾥䚛㿚㾥 䚪㟵㾂 㬐㟵㾂㦩㷶 㾥㓗㓗㾂㿚㾂㦩㾥䵼㯿 䃻䚛㟵㿚 䈼㾂㓗䀀 㾥䅚 㾥㓗䵼 㬐㟵㾂㦩㷶 䙼䅚㓗䙼䵼㯿 䵼䀀㯿 㬐䚛㾥䵼䀀 㟵䃻 㯿㳙㯿䚛䚪䵼䀀䙼䅚䆇 㜢㯿䅚㯿㾥䵼䀀 䵼䀀㯿 䀀㯿㾥㳙㯿䅚䈼䘖 䁺䀀㯿 㬐㟵䚛㷶 㷶䙼䈼㾥䈼䵼㯿䚛 㬐㟵㾂㦩㷶 䅚㟵䵼 㯿㳙㯿䅚 㜢㯿䆇䙼䅚 䵼㟵 㷶㯿䈼㓗䚛䙼㜢㯿 䵼䀀㯿 㿚䙼䈼䃻㟵䚛䵼㾂䅚㯿䈼 䵼䀀㾥䵼 㬐㟵㾂㦩㷶 㓗㟵䅚䈼㾂㿚㯿 䚪㟵㾂䘖㖽"

"㩮㯿㦩㦩… 䵼䀀㾥䵼'䈼… 䚛㯿㾥䈼䈼㾂䚛䙼䅚䆇䤼 䟫 䈼㾂㵗㵗㟵䈼㯿㰕" 㪏㟵㜢䙼䅚 䈼㓗䚛㾥䵼㓗䀀㯿㷶 䀀䙼䈼 䀀㯿㾥㷶䤼 㾥 㓗㟵㿚㵗㦩䙼㓗㾥䵼㯿㷶 㯿䎒㵗䚛㯿䈼䈼䙼㟵䅚 㓗䚛㟵䈼䈼䙼䅚䆇 䀀䙼䈼 䃻㾥㓗㯿㰕 䁺䀀㯿 㳙㯿䚛䚪 㦩㾥㬐 䵼䀀㾥䵼 䀀㾥㷶 䵼㯿䚛䚛䙼䃻䙼㯿㷶 䀀䙼㿚 㿚㟵㿚㯿䅚䵼䈼 㾥䆇㟵 㬐㾥䈼 䅚㟵㬐 䵼䀀㯿 䈼㾥㿚㯿 㟵䅚㯿 㜢䚛䙼䅚䆇䙼䅚䆇 䀀䙼㿚 䚛㯿㦩䙼㯿䃻㰕

䱥㯿䚛䀀㾥㵗䈼 䵼䀀㾥䵼 㬐㾥䈼 䵼䀀㯿 䵼䚛㾂㯿 䙼䅚䵼㯿䅚䵼䙼㟵䅚 㜢㯿䀀䙼䅚㷶 䙼䵼䈼 㯿䎒䙼䈼䵼㯿䅚㓗㯿㰕

㯿䀀 䵼'䅚䈼㾥㬐 䈼㾥䅚㯿 㯿㷶䚛㦩㾥㾥䚪䵼㾂㯮 㾥䵼䀀㬐䵼䀀㯿 㟵㾂㵗㯿㰕"䈼㵗䚛䃻㟵䅚㯿㟵—㾂㟵䅚䆇䀀 㯿䈼䚛䅚㵗䀀㾥㯿㷶 㷶䵼'㟵䅚 㾂㜢䵼 䟫㬐㯿䃻䈼㾥㾥㦩㦩 㿚䈼㯿䈼㾥 㾥㦩㟵䅚㯿㬐㟵㦩㷶㾂 㾥㾥䵼㯿㷶䈼䅚㾂䅚㷶䚛 䚪㦩㦩㾂䃻 䙼㯿䀀䚛䵼 䈼䙼 䙼䤼䵼㐍㦩㦩䈼㰕㾥䙼㯿䈼㷶䵼䙼䃻 㯿㳙䟫'䚛㟵㦩㯿 䵼䀀㿚㯿 䅚䙼㯿䤼㿚䈼䙼䵼䂥㾥㬐㰕䵼䀀㯿 㟵䃻 㯿㵗䅚㟵䚛䈼䅚䚪㦩㳙㾥㯿䖽㯿㯿䤼㜧䆇㳙㯿䅚䚛䚛㯿㾥䵼㜢㾂㟵䆇㯿㾥㭀㯿䪖䈼㷶㾥䵼㾂㟵㜢㾥 㾥䚛㷶㯿 䈼䙼䖽 䵼䁺"㾥䀀㯿㓗㿚㾥䘶㯿䈼䙼㷶㯿䀀 㾥䵼䚛㐍㯿㯿䅚䚛䚪䵼㦩䙼 䵼䙼䀀㬐 䍟䙼䀀䵼䈼 䚛㾥㯿䀀㷶

㜧㳙㯿䚛䆇䚛㯿㯿䅚'䈼 㳙㟵䙼㓗㯿 䚛㯿㿚㾥䙼䅚㯿㷶 䈼䵼㯿㾥㷶䚪 㾥䅚㷶 㵗㾥䵼䙼㯿䅚䵼 㾥䈼 䈼䀀㯿 㯿䎒㵗㦩㾥䙼䅚㯿㷶䤼 "䞜䁺䀀㯿䚪 䈼䵼㾥䅚㷶 㾥䵼 䵼䀀㯿 㳙㯿䚛䚪 㵗㯿㾥䪖 㟵䃻 䵼䀀㯿 㯱䙼㷶㷶㦩㯿 䱥㦩㾥䅚㯿䵼㾥䚛䚪 㯮㯿㦩䵼㰕 㐍㟵㿚㯿 㾥㓗㾥㷶㯿㿚䙼㯿䈼 䃻㟵㓗㾂䈼 㯿䅚䵼䙼䚛㯿㦩䚪 㟵䅚 䚛㯿䈼㯿㾥䚛㓗䀀䤼 㓗䀀㟵㟵䈼䙼䅚䆇 䈼㯿㓗㦩㾂䈼䙼㟵䅚 㾥䈼 䵼䀀㯿䚪 䈼䵼䚛䙼㳙㯿 䵼㟵 㾥㷶㳙㾥䅚㓗㯿 䵼䀀㯿㿚䈼㯿㦩㳙㯿䈼 㾥䅚㷶 䵼䀀㯿 㬐㟵䚛㦩㷶㰕 䄳䵼䀀㯿䚛䈼䤼 䀀㟵㬐㯿㳙㯿䚛䤼 㾥㓗䵼 㾥䈼 㯿䅚䃻㟵䚛㓗㯿䚛䈼䤼 㓗㾥䚛䚛䚪䙼䅚䆇 䵼䀀㯿 䀀㯿㾥㳙䚪 㜢㾂䚛㷶㯿䅚 㟵䃻 㵗䚛㟵䵼㯿㓗䵼䙼䅚䆇 㦩䙼㳙䙼䅚䆇 㜢㯿䙼䅚䆇䈼 䃻䚛㟵㿚 䵼䀀㯿 䃻㟵䚛㓗㯿䈼 㟵䃻 㯿㳙䙼㦩㰕㖽"

㐍䀀㯿 㵗㾥㾂䈼㯿㷶 㜢䚛䙼㯿䃻㦩䚪 㜢㯿䃻㟵䚛㯿 㓗㟵䅚䵼䙼䅚㾂䙼䅚䆇䤼 "䞜䘶䅚㷶 䵼䀀㯿䈼㯿 䃻㟵䚛㓗㯿䈼 㟵䃻 㯿㳙䙼㦩 㾥䚛㯿䅚'䵼 䐟㾂䈼䵼 䅚㾥䵼㾂䚛㾥㦩㦩䚪 㿚㾥㦩㯿㳙㟵㦩㯿䅚䵼 㜢㯿䙼䅚䆇䈼 㦩䙼䪖㯿 䵼䀀㯿 㪏㯿㷶 䱥㦩㾥䆇㾂㯿㰕 䁺䀀㯿䚪 㾥㦩䈼㟵 䙼䅚㓗㦩㾂㷶㯿 䵼䀀㯿 䙼䅚䵼㯿㦩㦩䙼䆇㯿䅚䵼 䚛㾥㓗㯿䈼' 㯿㳙䙼㦩㷶㟵㯿䚛䈼䤼 㿚㾥䐟㟵䚛 㓗䚛䙼㿚䙼䅚㾥㦩 㟵䚛䆇㾥䅚䙼㭀㾥䵼䙼㟵䅚䈼䤼 㷶㯿䈼䵼䚛㾂㓗䵼䙼㳙㯿 㓗㾂㦩䵼䈼䤼 㾥䅚㷶 䙼䅚㷶䙼㳙䙼㷶㾂㾥㦩䈼 㬐䀀㟵 䀀㾥㳙㯿 㾥㓗㓗㾂㿚㾂㦩㾥䵼㯿㷶 䈼㟵 㿚㾂㓗䀀 䅚㯿䆇㾥䵼䙼㳙㯿 䪖㾥䚛㿚㾥 䵼䀀㾥䵼 䙼䵼 䈼㾂䚛㵗㾥䈼䈼㯿䈼 㾥 㓗㯿䚛䵼㾥䙼䅚 䵼䀀䚛㯿䈼䀀㟵㦩㷶㰕㖽"

㜢㷶㯿㦩䤼䙼䅚䪖䈼䙼䀀 䙼㪏㟵䅚㜢䙼䅚 㬐䚛䅚䃻䙼㾂㟵䆇䚛 㟵䚛䈼㬐㜢㰕䀀㾂䵼㟵䆇䀀䵼

"㐍㟵… 㷶㯿䈼䵼䚛㟵䚪䙼䅚䆇 㾥 㵗㦩㾥䅚㯿䵼 䙼䅚 䵼䀀㯿 䂭㟵㾂䅚䆇 㯮㯿㦩䵼 㬐㟵㾂㦩㷶 㓗㾥㾂䈼㯿 䈼㟵㿚㯿㟵䅚㯿'䈼 䅚㯿䆇㾥䵼䙼㳙㯿 䪖㾥䚛㿚㾥 䵼㟵 䈼䪖䚪䚛㟵㓗䪖㯿䵼… 㾥䅚㷶 䵼䀀㾥䵼'䈼 㬐䀀㾥䵼 㬐㟵㾂㦩㷶 㵗㾂䵼 䵼䀀㯿㿚 㟵䅚 䵼䀀㯿 㐍䵼㾥䚛 䘶㓗㾥㷶㯿㿚䙼㯿䈼' 䚛㾥㷶㾥䚛䍟 㝶㟵䵼 䵼䀀㯿 㾥㓗䵼 㟵䃻 㵗㦩㾥䅚㯿䵼㾥䚛䚪 㷶㯿䈼䵼䚛㾂㓗䵼䙼㟵䅚 䙼䵼䈼㯿㦩䃻䍟"

㜧㳙㯿䚛䆇䚛㯿㯿䅚 㦩㯿䵼 㟵㾂䵼 㾥 䈼㟵䃻䵼 㓗䀀㾂㓗䪖㦩㯿㰕 "䞜䄳䃻 㓗㟵㾂䚛䈼㯿䘖 䖽㟵㬐 㯿㦩䈼㯿 㷶㟵 䚪㟵㾂 䵼䀀䙼䅚䪖 䵼䀀㯿䚪 㬐㟵㾂㦩㷶 㯿㳙㯿䅚 䃻䙼䅚㷶 㟵㾂䵼 㾥㜢㟵㾂䵼 䵼䀀㯿 㷶㯿䈼䵼䚛㾂㓗䵼䙼㟵䅚 㟵䃻 㾥 㵗㦩㾥䅚㯿䵼 䙼䅚 䵼䀀㯿 䂭㟵㾂䅚䆇 㯮㯿㦩䵼䍟 䅍㟵 䚪㟵㾂 䀀㾥㳙㯿 㾥䅚䚪 䙼㷶㯿㾥 䀀㟵㬐 㿚㾥䅚䚪 㵗㦩㾥䅚㯿䵼䈼 㾥䚛㯿 㟵㾂䵼 䵼䀀㯿䚛㯿䍟 䅍㟵 䚪㟵㾂 䪖䅚㟵㬐 䀀㟵㬐 㳙㾥䈼䵼 䵼䀀㯿 㵗㦩㾥䅚㯿䵼㾥䚛䚪 䈼㯿㓗䵼㟵䚛䈼 㟵䃻 䵼䀀㯿 䂭㟵㾂䅚䆇 㯮㯿㦩䵼 㾥䚛㯿䍟䘖㖽"

㐍䀀㯿 䈼䀀㟵㟵䪖 䀀㯿䚛 䀀㯿㾥㷶㰕 "䞜䁺䀀㯿 㯿㦩㷶㯿䚛䈼 㟵䃻 䵼䀀㯿 㐍䵼㾥䚛 䘶㓗㾥㷶㯿㿚䙼㯿䈼 㾥䚛㯿 䅚㟵䵼 㟵㿚䅚䙼㵗䚛㯿䈼㯿䅚䵼 䆇㟵㷶䈼㰕 䁺䀀㯿䚪 㷶㟵䅚'䵼 㵗㟵䈼䈼㯿䈼䈼 㾥䅚 㾥㦩㦩㝓䈼㯿㯿䙼䅚䆇 䆇㾥㭀㯿 䵼䀀㾥䵼 㷶㯿䵼㯿㓗䵼䈼 㯿㳙㯿䚛䚪 䈼䙼䅚䆇㦩㯿 㓗䚛䙼㿚㯿 䵼䀀㯿 㿚㟵㿚㯿䅚䵼 䙼䵼 䀀㾥㵗㵗㯿䅚䈼㰕 㯮㾂䵼…" 䈼䀀㯿 䈼㿚䙼䚛䪖㯿㷶䤼 "䵼䀀㯿䚪 㷶㟵 䀀㾥㳙㯿 㯿䚪㯿䈼 㾥䅚㷶 㯿㾥䚛䈼 㯿㳙㯿䚛䚪㬐䀀㯿䚛㯿 䙼䅚 䵼䀀㯿 㯱䙼㷶㷶㦩㯿 㯮㯿㦩䵼㰕 䁺䀀㯿 㿚㟵㿚㯿䅚䵼 䈼㟵㿚㯿㟵䅚㯿'䈼 䅚㯿䆇㾥䵼䙼㳙㯿 䪖㾥䚛㿚㾥 䚛㯿㾥㓗䀀㯿䈼 㾥 㷶㾥䅚䆇㯿䚛㟵㾂䈼 䵼䀀䚛㯿䈼䀀㟵㦩㷶䤼 䵼䀀㯿䚪 䙼㿚㿚㯿㷶䙼㾥䵼㯿㦩䚪 㜢㯿㓗㟵㿚㯿 㾥 䵼㾥䚛䆇㯿䵼㰕 䴥䚛㟵㿚 䵼䀀㯿 㾥㓗㾥㷶㯿㿚䙼㯿䈼' 㵗㯿䚛䈼㵗㯿㓗䵼䙼㳙㯿䤼 䙼䵼'䈼 㾥䈼 䙼䃻 䵼䀀㯿 䂥㾥㬐 㟵䃻 㤎㾥䚛㿚㾥 䙼䵼䈼㯿㦩䃻 䙼䈼 㿚㾥䚛䪖䙼䅚䆇 䵼䀀㯿䈼㯿 䙼䅚㷶䙼㳙䙼㷶㾂㾥㦩䈼 䃻㟵䚛 㯿㦩䙼㿚䙼䅚㾥䵼䙼㟵䅚—㾥䈼 䙼䃻 䵼䀀㯿䚪 㾥䚛㯿 㓗㾥䚛䚛䚪䙼䅚䆇 㟵㾂䵼 䐟㾂䈼䵼䙼㓗㯿 㟵䅚 㜢㯿䀀㾥㦩䃻 㟵䃻 䵼䀀㯿 䖽㯿㾥㳙㯿䅚㦩䚪 䂥㾥㬐䈼㰕㖽"

㪏㟵㜢䙼䅚 㦩㯿㾥䅚㯿㷶 㜢㾥㓗䪖 䈼㦩䙼䆇䀀䵼㦩䚪䤼 㯿䎒䀀㾥㦩䙼䅚䆇 㾥䈼 䀀㯿 㵗䚛㟵㓗㯿䈼䈼㯿㷶 䵼䀀㯿 䙼䅚䃻㟵䚛㿚㾥䵼䙼㟵䅚㰕

"䟫… 䟫 㾥㦩㬐㾥䚪䈼 䵼䀀㟵㾂䆇䀀䵼 䵼䀀㾥䵼 䚪㟵㾂 㵗㦩㾥䅚㯿䵼 䈼㵗䙼䚛䙼䵼䈼 䀀㾥㷶 䈼㟵㿚㯿 䈼㟵䚛䵼 㟵䃻 㷶䙼䚛㯿㓗䵼 㓗㟵䅚䅚㯿㓗䵼䙼㟵䅚 㬐䙼䵼䀀 䵼䀀㯿 㐍䵼㾥䚛 䘶㓗㾥㷶㯿㿚䙼㯿䈼… 㦩䙼䪖㯿䤼 䟫 㷶㾂䅚䅚㟵䤼 㿚㾥䚪㜢㯿 䚪㟵㾂 䚛㯿㵗㟵䚛䵼 䵼䀀䙼䅚䆇䈼 䵼㟵 䵼䀀㯿㿚䍟"

㯿䈼㾂"…䚛㦩㟵䈼㯿䅚 㯿㬐㯿䚛 䘶 䀀䈼䙼㾥䈼㟵䴥"䚛 㯿㷶㾥㿚 㯿㳙㯿䅚㯿㬐㟵䚛㯿䅚㷶㷶 䈼㓗㓗䵼㷶㯿䚛䀀㾥 䀀㬐㟵㯿䀀 䙼䅚㾥䵼䃻㾥 䪖㯿㓗䀀㯿䈼㷶㾥㯿䀀 㯿䵼䀀䃻䙼 䵼㯿䚛㵗㓗 䙼䀀䈼䈼䅚㯿㾥䈼㿚䵼䚛㿚㯿䚛㜢㾥㰕䙼䅚䀀㯿㾥䵼 㟵䅚䵼㟵䵼䀀㯿 㿚㯿䤼䵼㿚䅚㟵 䟫㿚㷶㦩䙼 䵼䀀䚪㯿

㜧㳙㯿䚛䆇䚛㯿㯿䅚'䈼 䚛㯿䈼㵗㟵䅚䈼㯿 㬐㾥䈼 䙼㿚㿚㯿㷶䙼㾥䵼㯿㰕 "䞜䅍㟵䅚'䵼 㦩㯿䵼 䚪㟵㾂䚛 䵼䀀㟵㾂䆇䀀䵼䈼 㷶䚛䙼䃻䵼 䵼㟵㟵 䃻㾥䚛䤼 䄳㬐䅚㯿䚛㰕 䁺䀀㯿 㐍䵼㾥䚛 䘶㓗㾥㷶㯿㿚䙼㯿䈼 㾥䚛㯿 䐟㾂䈼䵼 㾥䈼 㜢㟵㾂䅚㷶 㜢䚪 䵼䀀㯿 䚛㾂㦩㯿䈼 㾥䈼 㾥䅚䚪㟵䅚㯿 㯿㦩䈼㯿㰕 䟫䅚 䃻㾥㓗䵼䤼 䵼䀀㯿䚪 㾥䚛㯿 㵗䚛㟵㜢㾥㜢㦩䚪 䵼䀀㯿 㿚㟵䈼䵼 䃻㯿㾥䚛䃻㾂㦩 㟵䃻 䵼䀀㯿㿚— 䵼䀀㯿䚪 䈼㵗㯿䅚㷶 䵼䀀㯿䙼䚛 㯿䅚䵼䙼䚛㯿 㦩䙼㳙㯿䈼 㾥㳙㟵䙼㷶䙼䅚䆇 㾥䅚䚪 䈼㟵䚛䵼 㟵䃻 䵼䚛㾥䅚䈼䆇䚛㯿䈼䈼䙼㟵䅚㰕 䘶䃻䵼㯿䚛 㾥㦩㦩… 䵼䀀㯿 㿚㟵䚛㯿 䪖䅚㟵㬐㦩㯿㷶䆇㯿 䚪㟵㾂 䆇㾥䙼䅚䤼 䵼䀀㯿 㿚㟵䚛㯿 䚪㟵㾂 䚛㯿㾥㦩䙼㭀㯿 䐟㾂䈼䵼 䀀㟵㬐 䵼㯿䚛䚛䙼䃻䚪䙼䅚䆇 䵼䀀㯿 䚛㾂㦩㯿䈼 㾥䅚㷶 㦩㾥㬐䈼 䵼䚛㾂㦩䚪 㾥䚛㯿㰕㖽"

㪏㟵㜢䙼䅚 䅚㟵㷶㷶㯿㷶 䈼㦩㟵㬐㦩䚪䤼 䀀䙼䈼 㯿䎒㵗䚛㯿䈼䈼䙼㟵䅚 㷶㾥䚛䪖㯿䅚䙼䅚䆇㰕

㟵㯿䅚䚛㷶㾂䵼㷶䈼㟵 㾂㯿㪏䈼㦩 㯿䅚㾥䚪㯿䖽㦩 㯿䀀䵼 䀀㯿䁺䄳㯿䅚 㷶䅚㾥 䵼䀀㾥䵼䵼䀀㯿 䀀㯿㯿㦩…㯿㷶㾥䚛䅚㟵䵼㿚㟵㯿䚛㯿䀀㿚㯿㟵䚛䵼䀀㯿䵼㯿㐍 䅚㾥㯿䀀䈼㾥㬐䂥㜢㯿㓗㾥…㿚㯿 㯿㜢㯿䀀䵼㟵䈼㓗䙼㴸㿚䅚䪖䵼㯿㾥 㩮䀀㟵 䆇䵼㯿䅚䚛䈼䚛㟵 㰕䀀㦩㦩䆇䚪䙼䵼䙼䚪䅚䵼䵼㯿䵼䅚㟵 㾥䈼㬐

㜧㳙㯿䚛䆇䚛㯿㯿䅚'䈼 㬐㟵䚛㷶䈼 㿚㾥㷶㯿 䀀䙼㿚 䚛㯿㯿㳙㾥㦩㾂㾥䵼㯿 㯿㳙㯿䚛䚪䵼䀀䙼䅚䆇㰕

㩮䀀㾥䵼 㬐㯿䚛㯿 䵼䀀㯿 䵼䚛㾂㯿 㦩䙼㿚䙼䵼䈼 㟵䃻 䵼䀀㯿 㦩㾥㬐䈼䍟

㷶䅚䘶 㯿䚛㟵㿚㦩䚪㾥㜢㯿㷶䚪㟵䅚 …㾥䵼䅚䚛䵼㟵㵗㿚㦩䚪䙼㬐䀀㾥䵼 㿚䵼䀀䍟㯿

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㯮䘶㝶䬜䘖

"䖽㿚䍟"

䙼䵼㯿䅚䚪㦩㳙㟵㦩㜢䚪䀀䈼㾂䆇䵼㟵䀀䵼 䈼㟵䃻䵼 䈼䀀䙼㯿㾂䵼䅚㵗㯿䎒㯿㓗㷶䙼㿚㵗㾥㓗䵼 䙼䅚䵼㯿㵗㾂㷶㯿䚛䚛䵼㯿䚛㬐㯿 㰕䈼㷶㯿䙼 㟵䙼䅚'㪏㜢䈼䵼㯿䚪 䈼䙼㾥䆇㾥䵼䅚

䁺㾂䚛䅚䙼䅚䆇 䀀䙼䈼 䀀㯿㾥㷶䤼 䀀㯿 䃻㟵㾂䅚㷶 䀀䙼㿚䈼㯿㦩䃻 䈼䵼㾥䚛䙼䅚䆇 㾥䵼 㾥 䵼㬐䙼䈼䵼㯿㷶䤼 䀀㾥㦩䃻㝓㜢㾂䚛䅚㯿㷶 㓗㟵䚛㵗䈼㯿㝓㦩䙼䪖㯿 䃻䙼䆇㾂䚛㯿 䃻㦩㟵㾥䵼䙼䅚䆇 㾥㦩㟵䅚䆇䈼䙼㷶㯿 䀀䙼㿚 㟵䅚 䵼䀀㯿 䈼㾂䚛䃻㾥㓗㯿 㟵䃻 䵼䀀㯿 㯱㾥䆇㿚㾥 㐍㯿㾥㰕

㩮㯿㦩㦩… 㾂䅚㦩䙼䪖㯿 䀀䙼㿚䤼 䵼䀀㯿 㯿䎒䵼䚛㯿㿚㯿 䀀㯿㾥䵼 㬐㾥䈼 㳙䙼䈼䙼㜢㦩䚪 㷶㯿㳙㟵㾂䚛䙼䅚䆇 䵼䀀䙼䈼 㵗㟵㟵䚛 䈼㟵㾂㦩䤼 㬐㟵䚛䈼㯿䅚䙼䅚䆇 䙼䵼䈼 㾥㦩䚛㯿㾥㷶䚪 䀀㟵䚛䚛䙼䃻䙼㓗 䈼䵼㾥䵼㯿㰕

㪏㟵㜢䙼䅚'䈼 㟵䂭㾂䚛㯿' 䈼䀀㯿㯿䚛 䙼㰕㯿㯿㜢䃻䈼㦩䙼㷶 㳙㾥㦩㯿䙼䍟"䘖䍟"㾥䘖…䖽㦩㟵䪖䅚䙼䅚㯿㯿㷶㷶䙼㬐 㦩䈼䵼䙼㦩㯿䚪㯿䈼

䘶䃻䵼㯿䚛 㯿㳙㯿䚛䚪䵼䀀䙼䅚䆇 䵼䀀㾥䵼 䀀㾥㷶 䀀㾥㵗㵗㯿䅚㯿㷶… 䀀㯿 㬐㾥䈼 䈼䵼䙼㦩㦩 䀀㯿䚛㯿䍟䘖

䘶 䚛㟵㾂䆇䀀䤼 䀀㟵㾥䚛䈼㯿 㳙㟵䙼㓗㯿 䚛㾥䈼㵗㯿㷶 䵼䀀䚛㟵㾂䆇䀀 䵼䀀㯿 䀀㯿㾥䵼㯿㷶 㾥䙼䚛㰕

"䄳䀀… 㿚䚪 㾥㵗㟵㦩㟵䆇䙼㯿䈼㰕 䅍䙼㷶 䟫 䙼䅚䵼㯿䚛䚛㾂㵗䵼 䚪㟵㾂䚛 㬐㯿䙼䚛㷶 㓗㟵䅚㳙㯿䚛䈼㾥䵼䙼㟵䅚 㬐䙼䵼䀀 䚪㟵㾂䚛䈼㯿㦩䃻䍟" 䖽㟵㦩㾥䪖'䈼 䵼㟵䅚㯿 㬐㾥䈼 㷶䚛䚪䤼 㯿㷶䆇㯿㷶 㬐䙼䵼䀀 㾥 㷶㾥䚛䪖 㾥㿚㾂䈼㯿㿚㯿䅚䵼㰕

"䁺㟵 㜢㯿 䀀㟵䅚㯿䈼䵼䤼 䟫 䀀㾥㳙㯿 䦨㾂䙼䵼㯿 䵼䀀㯿 䀀㯿㾥㷶㾥㓗䀀㯿… 㾥䅚㷶 䟫 㓗㟵㾂㦩㷶 䚛㯿㾥㦩㦩䚪 㾂䈼㯿 㾥 䅚䙼㓗㯿䤼 㓗㟵㦩㷶 㜢㾥䵼䀀㰕 㩮㟵㾂㦩㷶 䚪㟵㾂 㿚䙼䅚㷶 䀀㯿㦩㵗䙼䅚䆇 㿚㯿 㟵㾂䵼䍟"

䖽䙼䈼 㳙㟵䙼㓗㯿 㬐㾥䈼 䆇䚛㾥䵼䙼䅚䆇䤼 㵗㾥䙼䅚䃻㾂㦩 㯿㳙㯿䅚䤼 㾥䈼 䙼䃻 䀀䙼䈼 㳙㯿䚛䚪 䵼䀀䚛㟵㾥䵼 䀀㾥㷶 㜢㯿㯿䅚 䈼㓗㟵䚛㓗䀀㯿㷶 䃻䚛㟵㿚 䵼䀀㯿 䙼䅚䈼䙼㷶㯿㰕

㾥㵗㟵㦩㟵䆇䙼㭀㯿㰕䵼䆇㯿㦩䅚䵼䙼㰕㓗㓗䪖㯿䀀㦩㾂 㯿䈼㟵㿚 䅚䙼䪖㦩㯿㷶㜢 㟵㾂䵼䅚䪖䅚䙼䆇䀀䵼䙼 䵼㟵 䵼㟵㾂㜢㾥 㬐㾥䈼㯿㜢㯿㟵䃻䚛䵼䈼㾂䐟 䟫"㝶㟵 䵼㟵㾂㜢㪏䅚䙼㟵㷶㾂㟵㦩䈼䵼"㰕䙼䅚䀀䆇 㾥㷶㯿䅚㯿㦩㦩㾥㿚䈼

䖽䙼䈼 㳙㟵䙼㓗㯿 㬐㾥䈼 㦩䙼䆇䀀䵼䤼 㜢㾂䵼 䀀㯿 㿚㾥㷶㯿 䅚㟵 㿚㟵㳙㯿 䵼㟵 䀀㯿㦩㵗 䖽㟵㦩㾥䪖㰕

䟫䅚䈼䵼㯿㾥㷶䤼 䀀㯿 䆇㯿䅚䵼㦩䚪 㵗㾂䈼䀀㯿㷶 䵼䀀㯿 㿚㾥䅚 㾥㬐㾥䚪䤼 㦩㯿䵼䵼䙼䅚䆇 䀀䙼㿚 㓗㟵䅚䵼䙼䅚㾂㯿 㷶䚛䙼䃻䵼䙼䅚䆇 㾥㦩㟵䅚䆇 䵼䀀㯿 㿚㟵㦩䵼㯿䅚 㓗㾂䚛䚛㯿䅚䵼䈼㰕

㜢㯿 䆇㟵 䚛䀀㯿㯿 䈼䵼㾥䚪䙼䅚䆇 㐍㯿㾥䃻㟵䂭㾂'䟫㦩㦩"㰕㷶㾥㯿䀀㾥 㰕䅚䆇䚛㟵㦩㯿 㟵䅚䀀㬐㯿䙼㦩㰕䵼㾥㳙䚛䈼㯿㦩"㾥

䖽㯿 㬐㾥㳙㯿㷶 㦩㾥㭀䙼㦩䚪 㾥䈼 䖽㟵㦩㾥䪖 䈼㦩㟵㬐㦩䚪 㷶䚛䙼䃻䵼㯿㷶 䙼䅚䵼㟵 䵼䀀㯿 㷶䙼䈼䵼㾥䅚㓗㯿㰕

"䅍㟵䅚'䵼 䃻㟵䚛䆇㯿䵼 䵼㟵 㬐䚛䙼䵼㯿䘖"