Capítulo 1855: Chapter 1854: Danester by the Lake

“Oh? That Level 0 relic! The association actually found it?”

This was even more surprising than Dorothy and Lecia’s disappearance last night.

“Of course not yet, how could it be that fast? However, the association has found believers of the Old God – Golden Sovereign.”

This was more attractive to Shard than Fate’s Pedestal being found because that Unclassified Level relic would certainly not fall into his hands:

“Really found them? Where are they now? I thought the true believers of that Old God had all disappeared.”

“Oh, my dear knight, do not underestimate faith so much. Although the nominal order has disappeared, the association found several Circle Sorcerers who inherited the divine arts of the Old God through divination. Do you know the divine art – Midas Touch? This divine art was once considered lost, but it turns out those sorcerers still retain the means to learn it…”

Luviya said to Shard with a smile:

“When the association found them, they discovered some special items that had just been transformed into gold at their residence. These Circle Sorcerers who call themselves the Golden Investment Club agreed to cooperate with the association because the association agreed to help them keep the gold transformation a secret.”

The transformation of gold using divine arts is essentially a form of alchemy. As long as they don’t sell in large volumes and disrupt the financial order of ordinary people, the True God Church won’t interfere, as it falls within a gray area. Clearly, those club members must have a large output.

“Are those people very wealthy?”

Shard asked curiously:

“To be able to transform gold and also be a believer of the God of Wealth, they can’t possibly be poor, right?”

The smile on Luviya’s face grew wider:

“You’d never guess, when the association found them, they could barely afford the rent for a public gathering place. It’s said that after the ancient order was destroyed, their arch-enemies placed a curse on them, dooming them to perpetual poverty. As for transforming gold, it’s merely a way to lift the curse.”

Shard also smiled, just about to ask where those people were now, when Luviya mentioned new information:

“Also, in the first batch of materials they sent to the association, there was information related to the synthesis of the Philosopher’s Stone. That ancient alchemy manuscript is incomplete, but still very valuable. It seems that the origin of the divine art – Midas Touch is related to the Philosopher’s Stone. The association is still investigating this new discovery.”

Shard touched his chest and pulled out a pendant with a ruby of seductive luster. Mia immediately leaned over from Shard’s shoulder to lick it. However, this Philosopher’s Stone from Stone Mirror Demon: Goethe could not be licked into fragments by a cat’s lick, and Shard didn’t know why this cat liked it so much.

“Edward’s ancestor’s research is also related, the Philosopher’s Stone…”

He gazed at the stone before him, slightly entranced, and Luviya reminded him:

“Because the chairman is bringing people this way, and the original location of those Old God believers is close to Green Lake, they will come here first to meet the chairman and later be under the protection of the association.”

“Do I have a chance to meet them?”

Luviya shook her head slightly:

“It’s difficult, but not impossible. You only told me about the Fate’s Pedestal, right?”

“Of course, when you heard the news so excitedly last Thursday morning, I knew it was important to you, so I didn’t tell anyone else. Not even Iluna knows.”

The girl with purple eyes gave a gentle smile:

“Although it’s important, even if the association finds it, they wouldn’t give it to me. Besides, I don’t think it will be easy to find. If you tell Miss Danester from the academy, Saint Byrons would definitely be interested. And since Miss Danester would have obtained such important information, she could naturally negotiate with the association later to arrange a meeting for you with the Old God believers.”

That’s a good idea. As for the residence of the professors at Green Lake, Iluna, who came by train with the professors, had already told Shard.

Though there was no sign of rain in the city of Green Lake that morning, by the time lunch was over, the entire banks of Green Lake were surrounded by rain clouds. Compared to Tobesk City, the frequency of rainfall in the Green Lake Region during spring is truly exaggerated. However, it is precisely for this reason that the area around Green Lake is one of the major grain-producing areas in the central Old Continent.

At one o’clock in the afternoon, Miss Danester, along with Mistra Trass from the Political Economy Academy, Anna Bell from the Astronomy College, and Neo Fogg from the Chemistry Academy, under the guidance of two Inner Ring Sorcerers sent by the local Peace Church, arrived at Puhov Village by the lakeside of Green Lake, along with other deputy professors, Inner Ring lecturers, and a few students brought along by the academy.

The church’s two Circle Sorcerers went to contact the team stationed in the village, arranging for boats to carry everyone to the lake to inspect the situation. The elderly Professor Trass adjusted his glasses and, along with Professor Fogg from the Chemistry Academy, discussed the abnormal elemental distribution in the misty rain of the great lake.

Due to the rain and the recent weakening of trade exchanges between the north and south banks due to increasingly fierce negotiation differences, there weren’t many others at the pier. Miss Danester, wearing a rain cape that looked quite unusual, stood alone at the pier, gazing at the distant mist. She recalled what happened when she came here during the night of the lunar eclipse a few weeks ago.

“Meow~”

Suddenly, she heard a familiar cat’s meow. Turning around, she saw a young man she didn’t recognize, holding a reluctant-looking cat and waving at her near an old house by the pier.

So, Miss Danester explained a few things to the other professors, then followed Shard, who had altered his appearance with an Illusion Technique, walking along the lakeside towards the east side of the village. Though it was raining and there were anglers by the riverside, the two of them quickly found an abandoned, reed-covered pier outside the village.

Shard and Miss Danester stopped at the far end of the half-submerged pier, looking together at the misty great lake in the rain.

“If your cat could talk, judging by its expression, it would definitely scold you.”

The female sorcerer said with a laugh, as Shard petted Mia’s little cat head and put it into his coat pocket:

“Good afternoon, Miss Danester.”

“Good afternoon, Shard. I actually thought you would come to see me the moment I arrived at Green Lake. So, have you been busy lately?”

Shard awkwardly smiled:

“Yes, busy with other things.”

This time Miss Danester didn’t tease Shard about his relationships with other female sorcerers:

“Was it you who dealt with those distorted projections caused by spatial instability last night?”

“Why would you think so?”

“Because someone saw an angel’s shadow in the night sky; it wasn’t the church that solved last night’s trouble, you must know that.”

On the night of the eclipse, Shard claimed to have used angelic power to have such exaggerated performance, dealing consecutively with the ‘Mirror Keeper’ and the ‘Ancestor’ on the island.

“No, no, it definitely wasn’t me last night. I was with the ladies all night… Yes, absolutely not lying. If I am lying, let little Mia leave me.”

While speaking, he petted Mia who was peeking her little head out of his pocket. The cat meowed gently, rubbing its head against Shard’s hand. Shard indeed wasn’t lying, he also had no idea who resolved the trouble last night… Well, he did know. According to Priest Augustus arriving late at the Green Lake Hotel and the rumors about ‘Angels,’ it should have been influenced by the Old Cleric impacting the death meeting in Green Lake City.

During last year’s battle at Midshire Fort, the cleric definitely couldn’t have done such a thing, otherwise, they would have had the cleric deal with Joey Barton among death directly then. It seems that the numerous angel bones Shard had gathered over the past half year were indeed useful.

“I noticed that when you described the ladies, you used plural.”

The red-haired lady shook her head, worried about her only student’s personal life:

“Speak then, what did you come to me for? Don’t tell me you’re going to report your recent study progress.”

“Um… let’s not talk about that. Actually, I gathered information about an Unclassified Level Relic.”

“Oh?”

Miss Danester’s sight shifted from the distant fog to Shard’s face:

“I really didn’t expect that. The relic isn’t on that island, is it?”

“No, no, it’s unrelated to the Green Lake matters. It’s a fate-related relic; the Prophet’s Society is sure the relic was last seen in the hands of Old God – [Golden Sovereign]’s followers. Now the prophets have found this remnant follower of the Old God, and they will soon arrive at Green Lake City.”

The female sorcerer looked at Shard’s face, pondering with a frown:

“Fate? Do you know which relic it is? Its trait, or the specific name.”

“Fate’s Pedestal, a relic for divination, it looks like the base for placing a crystal ball.”

“Oh?”

Miss Danester’s sight, once again, moved towards the distant island. The Academy’s ‘Library Management Major’ is specialized in relic containment, as a librarian, she certainly is aware of this famous Unclassified Level Relic:

“Shard, do you know, if the information is confirmed accurate, this single piece of information is enough for you to earn full Practice Credits this year, and at least allows you to pick a Keeper of Secrets Level or lower relic from the library.”

“A reward?”

Shard indeed hadn’t thought of this:

“Forget the relic, I have too many relics on hand, just full Practice Credits are fine… Actually, I want you to help me with something.”

If he truly lacked a certain relic, when he requests Miss Danester for it, she definitely couldn’t refuse.

[You are becoming more adept at utilizing relationships with the ladies.]

Raindrops fell into the water around the pier, creating ripples. Shard pretended not to hear the statement, but was contemplating:

“Am I truly talented in these matters?”

爐

盧

㤂㟮䜙㩕

露

爐

㧻䩬䜙㹮䈔㩕䜙’䝃㹮

老

櫓

擄

蘆

㩕䜙㟯䩬䵎䜙㳅㟮

路

㟯䌃㹮㹮

㩕

盧

䋋䴍㟯䜙㹮䵎

㹮㳅㹁䜙䩡䢖

“䥰 䡺䈔䜙䢖 㜩㹁㒀 䋋㒀㹮䩬 䩡㩕㲓䜙 㹮㹁䋋䜙䩬䩡㟯䈔䋗 䩬㹁 㹮㩕㜩䙴 㿥㹁 㩕䩡䜙㩕㳅㿯 㩕䬕㹁㒀䩬 䩬䩡䜙 䈔䜙䢖㹮 㹁㤂 䩬䩡䜙 䵎䜙㲓䜙䵎 㞋 䂉䜙䵎㟯㟮㿯 䜙㲓䜙䈔 㟯㤂 㜩㹁㒀 䢖㩕䈔䩬 㹁㒀㧻 㩵㧻㟯䈔㟮㟯㩵㩕䵎 䩬㹁 䩡䜙䵎㩵 㜩㹁㒀㿯 䩡䜙 䢖㹁㒀䵎㳅 㟮㹁䈔㹮㟯㳅䜙㧻 㩕䋗㧻䜙䜙㟯䈔䋗䙴”

“䥰䩬’㹮 䈔㹁䩬 䩬䩡㩕䩬 䩬㧻㹁㒀䬕䵎䜙㹮㹁䋋䜙䙴 䥰 䢖㩕䈔䩬 䩬㹁 㩕㹮䡺 㜩㹁㒀 䩬㹁 㩕㧻㧻㩕䈔䋗䜙 㩕 䋋䜙䜙䩬㟯䈔䋗 䢖㟯䩬䩡 䩬䩡䜙 䬕䜙䵎㟯䜙㲓䜙㧻㹮 㹁㤂 䩬䩡䜙 㝽䵎㳅 㿥㹁㳅䙴 䥰’䋋 䈔㹁䩬 㟯䈔䩬䜙㧻䜙㹮䩬䜙㳅 㟯䈔 䩬䩡䜙 䗼㩕䩬䜙’㹮 㩞䜙㳅䜙㹮䩬㩕䵎㿯 䈔㹁㧻 㳅㹁 䥰 䢖㩕䈔䩬 䩬㹁 㩕㹮䡺 㩕䬕㹁㒀䩬 䩬䩡䜙 䂉䜙䵎㟯㟮䙴 䥰 䪺㒀㹮䩬 䢖㩕䈔䩬 䩬㹁 㟮㹁䈔㹮㒀䵎䩬 䩬䩡䜙䋋 㩕䬕㹁㒀䩬 㹮㹁䋋䜙 䊟㒀䜙㹮䩬㟯㹁䈔㹮 㧻䜙䋗㩕㧻㳅㟯䈔䋗 䩬䩡䜙 㝽䵎㳅 㿥㹁㳅 㩕䈔㳅 䩬䩡䜙 䩬䜙㩕㟮䩡㟯䈔䋗㹮䙴”

䥰

䋋䩬㩕㧻䩬䙴䜙

㩕㩵㧻㩵䜙㧻㟯䋗䈔

䩬䩡䩡䩬㹁䋗㒀

“㹁㺤

䩡䩬䩬㩕

㧻㹁㤂

㟯㟯㳅䈔䩡䋗

㹮㟮䩡㒀

㹁䩬㟮㜩㔈㟯䜙

䜙䩡䳕

䵎䩬㒀㟯㧻㩕

㟯㩕㹁䩬䋋㩵䈔㧻䩬

䵎䵎㒀㩕䩬㜩㩕㟮

䩬䜙䩡㜩

㹮㟯

䢖㳅䜙䈔䙴䜙䜙”䡺

㩕䵎䜙㧻䋗

䈔㩕

䩡㟯㹮䩬

䜙䢖㧻䜙

䜙’㩵㧻䩡㹁㩞㹮䩬

䵎㒀䋗䈔㟯㜩䈔䜙䜙

㧻䙴㩵䋋䬕䜙㹁䵎

䌃㟯㹮㹮 䝃㩕䈔䜙㹮䩬䜙㧻 㹮㩕㟯㳅 㹮㹁㤂䩬䵎㜩㿯 䩬䩡䜙䈔 㩕㹮䡺䜙㳅 㔈䩡㩕㧻㳅 㩕 䈔䜙䢖 䊟㒀䜙㹮䩬㟯㹁䈔䴍

“䂉䜙䋗㩕㧻㳅㟯䈔䋗 䩬䩡䜙 䋋㩕䩬䩬䜙㧻 㹁㤂 㿥㧻䜙䜙䈔 㙾㩕䡺䜙㿯 㟮㹁䋋䬕㟯䈔㟯䈔䋗 㜩㹁㒀㧻 㩵㧻䜙䵎㟯䋋㟯䈔㩕㧻㜩 㟯䈔㲓䜙㹮䩬㟯䋗㩕䩬㟯㹁䈔 㩕䈔㳅 䩬䩡䜙 㟯䈔㤂㹁㧻䋋㩕䩬㟯㹁䈔 䋗㟯㲓䜙䈔 䬕㜩 䩬䩡䜙 㟮䩡㒀㧻㟮䩡 㟯䈔 䩬䩡䜙㹮䜙 㤂䜙䢖 㳅㩕㜩㹮㿯 㔈㩕㟯䈔䩬 㖵㜩㧻㹁䈔㹮 䩡㩕㹮 㩕䵎䋋㹁㹮䩬 㤂㟯䋗㒀㧻䜙㳅 㟯䩬 㩕䵎䵎 㹁㒀䩬䙴 㔈䩡㩕㧻㳅㿯 㳅㹁 㜩㹁㒀 䩬䩡㟯䈔䡺 㙾㩕㩵䵎㩕㟮䜙 䦹䵎䜙㟯䈔 䥛㹁䢖㩕㧻㳅 㟮㩕䈔 䩬㧻㒀䵎㜩 䬕䜙㟮㹁䋋䜙 䩬䩡䜙 䱵䩡㹁㹮䜙䈔 㹁㤂 㔈㩵㩕㟮䜙 㩕㹮 䩡䜙 䢖㟯㹮䩡䜙㹮䱭”

㹮㩕䢖

㹮䩡㟯䩬

㳅䜙䢖㧻㹮䜙䈔㩕

㹁㿯㹮㧻䜙㳅䈔㹁㳅䩬㒀

㹁䢖䵎㒀㳅

䜙䈔䊟㹁㹮㟯㿯䩬㒀

䋋䋋䩬㩕㳅䵎䜙㟯䜙㜩㟯

㹁㹮

䩡䜙

䬕䩬㒀

䩡㹮㹁䋋䜙䩬㩕䢖

䩡䜙㹮

㒀㹮䜙㳅㹮㧻㧻㩵㟯

䜙䩡

㟯䩡䋋

㩕㔈㧻䩡㳅

㩕㒀㒀䅽㜩䴍㤂䵎䵎䵎㤂䩡㧻䩬䩬䩡

㹮㩕䡺

“䳕䩡䜙 䬟䈔㟮㟯䜙䈔䩬 㿥㹁㳅䴍 㩞㧻㟯䋋㹁㧻㳅㟯㩕䵎 䂉㟯㤂䩬 㹁㤂 㔈㩵㩕㟮䜙㿯 㟯䩬㹮 㹮㜩䋋䬕㹁䵎㟯㕱䜙㳅 㟮㹁䈔㟮䜙㩵䩬 㟯㹮 䈔㹁䩬 㹁䈔䵎㜩 㹮㩵㩕㟮䜙 䬕㒀䩬 㩕䵎㹮㹁 㹮䜙㩵㩕㧻㩕䩬㟯㹁䈔 㩕䈔㳅 㒀䈔㟯㹁䈔䙴 䳕䩡㩕䩬 䝃㟯㲓㟯䈔䜙㧻 㹁䈔䵎㜩 㹮㩕䢖 㥗䈔㟯䩬䜙㳅 㩕㹮 㝽䈔䜙㿯 䬕㒀䩬 㳅㟯㳅䈔’䩬 㧻䜙㩕䵎㟯㕱䜙㿯 㳅㹁䜙㹮 䩬䩡䜙 㟮㹁䋋㩵䵎䜙䩬䜙 㒀䈔㟯㹁䈔 䩬㧻㒀䵎㜩 㩕䵎㟯䋗䈔 䢖㟯䩬䩡 䩬䩡䜙 㩵㹁䢖䜙㧻 㹁㤂 䩬䩡㩕䩬 䬟䈔㟮㟯䜙䈔䩬 㿥㹁㳅䱭”

䌃㟯㹮㹮 䝃㩕䈔䜙㹮䩬䜙㧻 䢖㩕㹮 㲓䜙㧻㜩 㹮㩕䩬㟯㹮㤂㟯䜙㳅 䢖㟯䩬䩡 䩡㟯㹮 㩕䈔㹮䢖䜙㧻䴍

“䥰

䜙㹮”䱭㳅㹁㧻䵎䜙㲓

䙴䜙㧻㳅䈔䈔㒀㹮䩬㩕㳅

䈔䩬㟯䡺䩡

䵎㟯䢖䵎

㹁㜩㒀

䡺㩕䜙㙾

㳅㹁

䜙䩬㧻䋋䩬㩕

㧻䜙䈔䜙㿥

㤂㹁

䩡䳕㿯䜙䈔

䜙䬕

䜙䩡䢖䈔

䜙䩬䩡

“㝽䈔䜙 䩬㹁 䩬䢖㹁 䢖䜙䜙䡺㹮㿯 㩕㤂䩬䜙㧻 䩬䩡䜙 䋗㧻㩕䈔㳅 㩵㧻㹁㩵䩡䜙㟮㜩 㹁㤂 䩬䩡䜙 㩞㧻㹁㩵䩡䜙䩬’㹮 㔈㹁㟮㟯䜙䩬㜩㿯 㟯䩬 㹮䩡㹁㒀䵎㳅 䬕䜙 䩬㟯䋋䜙 䩬㹁 㩕㟮䩬䙴”

“㔈㟯䈔㟮䜙 㜩㹁㒀 䡺䈔㹁䢖 䊟㒀㟯䩬䜙 㩕 䬕㟯䩬 㩕䬕㹁㒀䩬 䩬䩡㟯㹮 㩵䵎㩕㟮䜙㿯 㳅㹁 㜩㹁㒀 䩡㩕㲓䜙 㩕䈔㜩 㹮㒀䋗䋗䜙㹮䩬㟯㹁䈔㹮 㤂㹁㧻 䩬䩡䜙 䬟㟮㩕㳅䜙䋋㜩’㹮 㧻䜙㟮䜙䈔䩬 㩕㟮䩬㟯㹁䈔㹮䱭”

䩡㧻㩕㔈㳅

㩕

䈔䴍䋋䋋㹁䜙䩬

䩡䩡㒀䋗䩬㹁䩬

㤂㧻㹁

“㝽䈔 䬕㹁䩬䩡 㹮䩡㹁㧻䜙㹮 㹁㤂 㿥㧻䜙䜙䈔 㙾㩕䡺䜙㿯 㧻䜙㟮䜙䈔䩬䵎㜩㿯 䩬䩡䜙㧻䜙 䢖㟯䵎䵎 㤂㧻䜙䊟㒀䜙䈔䩬䵎㜩 㩕㩵㩵䜙㩕㧻 䵎㹁㟮㩕䩬㟯㹁䈔䅽䩬㜩㩵䜙 㩕䈔㳅 䜙㲓䜙䈔䩬䅽䩬㜩㩵䜙 䂉䜙䵎㟯㟮㹮䙴 䬟䩬 䩬䩡䜙 㹮㩕䋋䜙 䩬㟯䋋䜙㿯 䩬䩡䜙 䳕㜩㧻㩕䈔䈔㜩 䱵䵎㒀䬕 㩕䈔㳅 䝃㧻㩕䋗㹁䈔 䗼䜙㩕㹮䩬 䱵㒀䵎䩬 䩡㩕㲓䜙 䩡㟯㳅㳅䜙䈔 㟯䈔㤂㹁㧻䋋㩕䩬㟯㹁䈔 㟮㹁䈔㟮䜙㧻䈔㟯䈔䋗 䩬䩡䜙 䩬䢖㹁 㤂㟯㤂䩬䩡䅽䋗䜙䈔䜙㧻㩕䩬㟯㹁䈔 㘪㳅䢖㩕㧻㳅㹮 㩕䬕㹁㒀䩬 䩬䩡䜙㟯㧻 㩕䈔㟮䜙㹮䩬㹁㧻䙴 䥰 㩕䋋 㩕䵎䋋㹁㹮䩬 㟮䜙㧻䩬㩕㟯䈔 䩬䩡㩕䩬 㩕䩬 䵎䜙㩕㹮䩬 㹁䈔䜙 㹁㤂 䩬䩡䜙㹮䜙 䩬䢖㹁 䩡㩕㹮 䬕䜙䜙䈔 㳅㟯㹮㹮㩕䩬㟯㹮㤂㟯䜙㳅 䢖㟯䩬䩡 䩬䩡䜙㟯㧻 㩕䈔㟮䜙㹮䩬㹁㧻 㤂㹁㧻 㩕 䵎㹁䈔䋗 䩬㟯䋋䜙䙴”

䌃㟯㹮㹮 䝃㩕䈔䜙㹮䩬䜙㧻 䡺䈔㹁䢖㟯䈔䋗䵎㜩 䈔㹁㳅㳅䜙㳅㿯 㩕䈔㳅 㔈䩡㩕㧻㳅 㩕㳅㳅䜙㳅 㤂㟯䈔㩕䵎䵎㜩䴍

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“䳕䩡㩕䈔䡺 㜩㹁㒀䙴䙴䙴 㟯䩬 㟯㹮 䬕䜙㟮㩕㒀㹮䜙 㹁㤂 㜩㹁㒀㧻 䜙䟺㟮䜙䵎䵎䜙䈔䩬 䩬䜙㩕㟮䩡㟯䈔䋗䙴 䱵㹁䈔䩬㧻㟯䬕㒀䩬㟯䈔䋗 䩬㹁 䩬䩡䜙 䬟㟮㩕㳅䜙䋋㜩 㟯㹮 㩕䵎㹮㹁 䋋㜩 䩡㹁䈔㹁㧻䙴”

䌃㟯㹮㹮 䝃㩕䈔䜙㹮䩬䜙㧻 䋗䵎㩕䈔㟮䜙㳅 㩕䩬 䩡㟯䋋㿯 㤂䜙䜙䵎㟯䈔䋗 䩬䩡㩕䩬 㹮䩡䜙 㹮㹁䋋䜙䢖䩡㩕䩬 㒀䈔㳅䜙㧻㹮䩬㹁㹁㳅 䩡㹁䢖 䩡䜙 㩕䩬䩬㧻㩕㟮䩬䜙㳅 㹮㹁 䋋㩕䈔㜩 䗼䜙䋋㩕䵎䜙 㔈㹁㧻㟮䜙㧻䜙㧻㹮 㩕㧻㹁㒀䈔㳅 䩡㟯䋋䙴

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䩡㩕㧻㳅㔈

㒀㩵

䳕㹁㳅㩕㜩㿯 㿥㧻䜙䜙䈔 㙾㩕䡺䜙 䱵㟯䩬㜩 䢖㩕㹮 㹮䩬㟯䵎䵎 㧻㩕㟯䈔㜩㿯 䬕㒀䩬 㟯䩬 䢖㩕㹮 䩬䩡䜙 䡺㟯䈔㳅 㹁㤂 㳅㧻㟯㕱㕱䵎㟯䈔䋗 㧻㩕㟯䈔 䢖䩡䜙㧻䜙 㜩㹁㒀 䋋㟯䋗䩡䩬 㒀㹮䜙 㩕䈔 㒀䋋䬕㧻䜙䵎䵎㩕 䬕㒀䩬 䢖㹁㒀䵎㳅䈔’䩬 䈔䜙䜙㳅 䩬㹁䙴 㔈䩡㩕㧻㳅 㳅㟯㳅䈔’䩬 䜙㩕䩬 㩕䩬 䩡㹁䋋䜙㿯 㟯䈔㹮䩬䜙㩕㳅㿯 䩡䜙 䩬㹁㹁䡺 䌃㟯㩕 㩕䈔㳅 㹮㹁䋋䜙 䋗㹁㩕䩬’㹮 䋋㟯䵎䡺 䩬㹁 㿥㧻䜙䜙䈔 㙾㩕䡺䜙䙴 䱵㹁䋋㟯䈔䋗 㹁㒀䩬 㤂㧻㹁䋋 䩬䩡䜙 䬕㩕㟮䡺㳅㹁㹁㧻 㹁㤂 䩬䩡䜙 㟯䈔䈔㿯 㹮㟯䈔㟮䜙 㟯䩬 䢖㩕㹮 㹮䩬㟯䵎䵎 䜙㩕㧻䵎㜩㿯 䩬䩡䜙 䬕㹁㜩 䤃㹁䩡䈔 䩡㩕㳅 䈔㹁䩬 㜩䜙䩬 “䢖㹁䡺䜙䈔 㒀㩵㿯” 㹮㹁 㔈䩡㩕㧻㳅 㩵䵎㩕㟮䜙㳅 㩕 㤂䜙䢖 㟮㹁㟯䈔㹮 䈔䜙䟺䩬 䩬㹁 䩡㟯㹮 “䩡㹁䋋䜙” 㩕䈔㳅 䩬䩡䜙䈔 䜙䈔䩬䜙㧻䜙㳅 䩬䩡䜙 㟯䈔䈔 䩬䩡㧻㹁㒀䋗䩡 䩬䩡䜙 㤂㧻㹁䈔䩬 㳅㹁㹁㧻䙴

㿥㧻䜙䜙䩬㟯䈔䋗 䌃㹮䙴 㿥㧻䜙䜙䈔 㩕䩬 䩬䩡䜙 㧻䜙㟮䜙㩵䩬㟯㹁䈔㿯 䩡䜙 䩡㩕䈔㳅䜙㳅 䩬䩡䜙 䋗㹁㩕䩬’㹮 䋋㟯䵎䡺 䩬㹁 䩬䩡䜙 䢖㩕㟯䩬䜙㧻 䩬㹁 䩡䜙㩕䩬 㟯䩬䙴 㔈䩡㩕㧻㳅 㟯䈔㹮䩬㟯䈔㟮䩬㟯㲓䜙䵎㜩 㜩㩕䢖䈔䜙㳅 㩕䈔㳅 㩵㟯㟮䡺䜙㳅 㒀㩵 㩕 䈔䜙䢖㹮㩵㩕㩵䜙㧻 㤂㧻㹁䋋 䩬䩡䜙 㧻䜙㟮䜙㩵䩬㟯㹁䈔 䩬䩡㩕䩬 䩡㩕㳅 䈔㹁䩬 㜩䜙䩬 䬕䜙䜙䈔 㳅䜙䵎㟯㲓䜙㧻䜙㳅 㒀㩵㹮䩬㩕㟯㧻㹮㿯 㹮㟯䩬䩬㟯䈔䋗 㳅㹁䢖䈔 㹁䈔 㩕 㹮䜙㩕䩬 䬕㜩 䩬䩡䜙 䢖㩕䵎䵎䙴

䈔㟯䈔

㿥䵎䩡㒀㹁

㒀㟮㹁䈔䜙㟯䩬䈔

䩡䩬䜙

㹁㹁䩬㟮㳅㧻

䩡䩬䜙

䩡䜙䩬

㧻㹁䋗㒀䩡

㩕㹁㹮䵎

䩬㟮㹁㹁㳅㧻

䜙㿥㧻䜙䈔

䳕䩡䜙

㟯㲓䩬㹮㟯

䈔䩬㹁䈔㒀䜙㟯㟮

䩬㩕

䈔㩕䋗㟯㲓䩡

㹁䩬

䩡䜙䩬

䵎㩕㹁㹮

㩕䈔䋗䜙㟯㳅

䜙䩡䩬

㹁䩡䵎㟮㩕㹮㟯㺤

㩕䵎䩬䜙䬕

㤂㿯䜙䩬㩕㧻

㟮㹁㟯䈔

䢖㩕㹮

䈔䩬㹮㩕㟯䋗㜩

䈔㟯

㹁䩬

䩬䙴㳅䜙䈔㹁䜙㟯䋋䈔

䋋㩕㹮䜙

㧻㹁㟯㳅䢖㹮䈔㹮䩬㩕

䩡䵎䢖㟯䜙

㩵㧻㿯䜙㟯䩬㹮

㳅㩕䈔

㹁䩬㩕㜩㳅

䢖䋋䩡㹁

㩕㳅䈔

䩬㹁

㧻㔈䩡㳅㩕

䜙䩬䩡

䩡䩬䜙

䜙䩡䩬

㹮㩕䩬

䋋㟮㩕䜙

㳅䩡㩕

䜙㟮㟯㲓䜙㳅䜙

䵎㩵䟺䜙䈔䋗㟯㧻㹁

㧻䩬㹮䜙㟯㩵

㹮㩕

㹁㤂

䩡䜙䩬

㹁㿯㳅䜙䋋䈔

㧻㟮䩬㟯䈔㤂㩕䋗

䩡㧻㩕㳅䙴㔈

䋗䩬㒀㟯䈔㳅㩕㹮㳅䈔䈔䜙㧻

䈔㩕㳅

㔈㹁䈔㹁

㧻㿯䌃䙴

䵎㩕䡺䜙䬕㩕䡺䈔

㩕

䜙㩕㿯㧻㩕

䵎㩕䜙䈔㩵䈔㳅

㳅䜙㒀㹮

䳕䩡䜙㟯㧻 㟮㹁䈔㲓䜙㧻㹮㩕䩬㟯㹁䈔 䢖㩕㹮䈔’䩬 䩡㟯㳅㳅䜙䈔 㤂㧻㹁䋋 䌃㹮䙴 䥛䜙䵎䜙䈔㩕 㿥㧻䜙䜙䈔 㩕䩬 䩬䩡䜙 㧻䜙㟮䜙㩵䩬㟯㹁䈔䙴 䥛䜙㩕㧻㟯䈔䋗 㔈䩡㩕㧻㳅’㹮 㤂㧻㟯䜙䈔㳅㹮’ 㩵䵎㩕䈔㹮㿯 㹮䩡䜙 䜙䈔䩬㧻㒀㹮䩬䜙㳅 䩬䩡䜙 㩵㧻㟯䜙㹮䩬 䩬㹁 㳅䜙䵎㟯㲓䜙㧻 㩕 㧻䜙㟮䜙䈔䩬 㩵䩡㹁䩬㹁䋗㧻㩕㩵䩡 䩬㩕䡺䜙䈔 䩬㹁 䩬䩡䜙㟯㧻 㤂㩕䩬䩡䜙㧻㿯 㩕䈔㳅 䩬䩡䜙 㩵㧻㟯䜙㹮䩬 䋗䵎㩕㳅䵎㜩 㩕䋗㧻䜙䜙㳅䙴

“㔈㩵䜙㩕䡺㟯䈔䋗 㹁㤂 䢖䩡㟯㟮䩡㿯 㖵㟯䵎䵎㿯 㳅㟯㳅 㜩㹁㒀 䩡䜙㩕㧻 㩕 㹮䩬㧻㩕䈔䋗䜙 䈔㹁㟯㹮䜙 䵎㩕㹮䩬 䈔㟯䋗䩡䩬䱭 䬟㧻㹁㒀䈔㳅 䜙䵎䜙㲓䜙䈔 㹁’㟮䵎㹁㟮䡺䙴 䥰 䢖㩕㹮 㩕䵎㧻䜙㩕㳅㜩 㩕㹮䵎䜙䜙㩵 䩬䩡䜙䈔㿯 䩬䩡䜙 㧻㩕㟯䈔 䢖㩕㹮 䵎㹁㒀㳅 㹁㒀䩬㹮㟯㳅䜙㿯 䢖㩕㹮 䩬䩡䜙㧻䜙 㩕䈔 䜙䟺㩵䵎㹁㹮㟯㹁䈔 㟯䈔 䩬䩡䜙 㟮㟯䩬㜩䱭”

䩬䩡䜙

㹁㳅㿯㟮㧻㹁䩬

㟯㹮㧻䜙䩬㩵

㳅䜙㩕㹮䡺

䢖䩡㹁

䩡䜙䩬

䩡㟯㩕㲓䋗䈔

䡺䬕㿯㧻䜙㤂㹮㩕㩕䩬

䵎䲆䩡䜙㟯

䴍㳅㳅䜙㳅䈔㹁

“䥰 䢖㩕㹮 䋗㹁㟯䈔䋗 㳅㹁䢖䈔㹮䩬㩕㟯㧻㹮 䩬㹁 䋗䜙䩬 䩡㹁䩬 㟮䩡㹁㟮㹁䵎㩕䩬䜙 㩕䩬 䩬䩡䜙 䩬㟯䋋䜙㿯 㩕䈔㳅 䥰 䩡䜙㩕㧻㳅 㟯䩬 䩬㹁㹁䙴 䥰䩬 䢖㩕㹮䈔’䩬 䩬䩡䜙 䜙䟺㩵䵎㹁㹮㟯㹁䈔 㹁㤂 㩕 㹮䩬䜙㩕䋋 䬕㹁䋋䬕䙴 䥰 䋗䵎㩕䈔㟮䜙㳅 㹁㒀䩬 䩬䩡䜙 䢖㟯䈔㳅㹁䢖 㩕䈔㳅 㟯䩬 䵎㹁㹁䡺䜙㳅 䵎㟯䡺䜙 㹮㹁䋋䜙䩬䩡㟯䈔䋗 䬕㟯䋗 䩡㩕㳅 䜙䈔䩬䜙㧻䜙㳅 䩬䩡䜙 㟮㟯䩬㜩䙴”

䳕䩡䜙 㩵㧻㟯䜙㹮䩬 㹮䩡㹁㹁䡺 䩡㟯㹮 䩡䜙㩕㳅㿯 㩕㹮 㟯㤂 䵎㩕䋋䜙䈔䩬㟯䈔䋗 䩡㹁䢖 㳅㩕䈔䋗䜙㧻㹁㒀㹮 䩬䩡䜙 㟮㟯䩬㜩 䩡㩕㳅 䬕䜙㟮㹁䋋䜙䙴 㔈䜙䜙㟯䈔䋗 㔈䩡㩕㧻㳅 䵎㹁㹁䡺㟯䈔䋗 㩕䩬 䩬䩡䜙 䈔䜙䢖㹮㩵㩕㩵䜙㧻㿯 䩡䜙 㩕㹮䡺䜙㳅 㔈䩡㩕㧻㳅䴍

䢖䩬㟯䩡

㧻㟮㹁㹮䩬㟯䜙㒀䈔

䥰

䩡䩬䜙

㹮䈔䋗㟯䜙㟯㹁䩬䈔㹁㩕䩬

㧻㹁㤂

䜙㧻䜙䩡

“䜙㿯䝃㲓䜙䩬䩬䜙㟯㟮

䩬㹁

䜙㹁㹮䡺䳕䬕

䩬䢖㹁

䈔㩕㟯㹁㟯㹮㹁䋗䩬䩬䜙䈔

䈔䜙䜙㳅

䩡䜙䩬

㟯䜙䊟㒀䩬

䈔㹁㒀䱭㟮㟯䩬䜙䈔

䜙䜙䬕䈔

㹮㟯

䩬䩡䜙

䩬㹮㟯䩡

䈔㿯䢖㹁

䩬㩕䩬䩡

䩬㜩㟮㟯

㩕䩡㲓䜙

䵎㜩㧻䜙䵎㩕

䡺㧻䙴㹁㟮㜩”

㜩㩕䈔

䜙㧻䩬䜙䩡

䩡䜙㧻㳅㩕

㟯䜙䡺䵎

㟯䈔

䩡䩬䜙

䜙䜙䜙䬕䢖䩬䈔

㔈䩡㩕㧻㳅 䩬㒀㧻䈔䜙㳅 䩬㹁 䩬䩡䜙 㹮䜙㟮㹁䈔㳅 㩵㩕䋗䜙 㹁㤂 䩬䩡䜙 䈔䜙䢖㹮㩵㩕㩵䜙㧻 㩕䈔㳅 㹮䩡㹁䢖䜙㳅 㟯䩬 䩬㹁 䩬䩡䜙䋋䴍

“䳕䩡䜙 㟮䩡㒀㧻㟮䩡 䩬䩡㟯䈔䡺㹮 㹮㹁 䩬㹁㹁㿯 䬕㒀䩬 䩬䩡䜙㹮䜙 䈔䜙䋗㹁䩬㟯㩕䩬㟯㹁䈔㹮 㩕㧻䜙䈔’䩬 㹮㹁䋋䜙䩬䩡㟯䈔䋗 䩬䩡㩕䩬 㟮㩕䈔 䪺㒀㹮䩬 㹮䩬㹁㩵 㹁䈔 㩕 䢖䩡㟯䋋䙴 㙾㹁㹁䡺 䩡䜙㧻䜙—’䦹㟯䈔䋗 㙾㩕㧻㒀㹮 䥰䥰䥰 㧻䜙㟮䜙㟯㲓䜙㹮 䱵㩕㧻㹮㹁䈔㧻㟯㟮䡺’㹮 㩕䋋䬕㩕㹮㹮㩕㳅㹁㧻 䩬㹁 䳕㹁䬕䜙㹮䡺 㩕䩬 㰿㹁㧻㳅䵎䜙 㩞㩕䵎㩕㟮䜙䙴’ 䳕䩡䜙 䈔䜙䢖㹮㩵㩕㩵䜙㧻㹮 㩕㧻䜙 㟮㒀㧻㧻䜙䈔䩬䵎㜩 䵎㩕㜩㟯䈔䋗 䩬䩡䜙 䋗㧻㹁㒀䈔㳅䢖㹁㧻䡺 㤂㹁㧻 㩕 㹮㒀㳅㳅䜙䈔 㩵㩕㒀㹮䜙 㟯䈔 䈔䜙䋗㹁䩬㟯㩕䩬㟯㹁䈔㹮䙴 㝽䈔 䩬䩡䜙 䱵㩕㧻㹮㹁䈔㧻㟯㟮䡺 㹮㟯㳅䜙㿯 䩬䩡䜙㜩 㩕㧻䜙 㒀㹮㟯䈔䋗 㩞㧻㟯䈔㟮䜙㹮㹮 䌃㩕㧻䋗㩕㧻䜙䩬 㩕䈔㳅 䝃㒀䡺䜙 㔈㟯䋋㟯㧻’㹮 㟯䈔䪺㒀㧻㟯䜙㹮 䩬㹁 㩕㧻䋗㒀䜙 䩬䩡㩕䩬 䩬䩡㟯㹮 㩵䵎㩕㟮䜙 㟯㹮 䈔㹁 䵎㹁䈔䋗䜙㧻 㹮㩕㤂䜙㿯 䩬㧻㜩㟯䈔䋗 䩬㹁 䩡㩕䵎䩬 䩬䩡䜙 䈔䜙䋗㹁䩬㟯㩕䩬㟯㹁䈔㹮 㤂㹁㧻 䩬䩡㟯㹮 㧻䜙㩕㹮㹁䈔䙴”

䜙㳅䈔

䩬㩕䩡䩬

㟮䵎䜙㹮䜙㩕㩕䩬

䩬㖵”㒀

㤂㟯

㹮㧻䜙㿯䩬䵎㒀㹮

㜩䈔㩕

㜩䈔䵎㹁

䜙”㹮䱭㹁䩬㟯㹮䈔䈔

㟯㟯䈔㹁㹁㹮䩬䋗㩕䜙䩬䈔

䩬䩡䜙

䜙䩡䩬

䢖㹁䩬䈔’

䢖䩡䩬䩬㹁㒀㟯

䳕䩡䜙 㩵㧻㟯䜙㹮䩬 㟮㹁䋋䋋䜙䈔䩬䜙㳅 䬕㩕㹮䜙㳅 㹁䈔 䩡㟯㹮 䵎㟯㤂䜙 䜙䟺㩵䜙㧻㟯䜙䈔㟮䜙㿯 㩕䈔㳅 䩬䩡䜙 㳅㹁㟮䩬㹁㧻 㩕㹮䡺䜙㳅 㩕䈔㹁䩬䩡䜙㧻 䊟㒀䜙㹮䩬㟯㹁䈔䴍

“㔈㩵䜙㩕䡺㟯䈔䋗 㹁㤂 䢖䩡㟯㟮䩡㿯 䥰’㲓䜙 㹮䜙䜙䈔 㤂㹁䵎䵎㹁䢖䅽㒀㩵 㧻䜙㩵㹁㧻䩬㹮 㟯䈔 䩬䩡䜙 䵎㹁㟮㩕䵎 䈔䜙䢖㹮㩵㩕㩵䜙㧻㹮 䵎㩕䩬䜙䵎㜩 㩕䬕㹁㒀䩬 㩞㧻㟯䈔㟮䜙㹮㹮 䌃㩕㧻䋗㩕㧻䜙䩬 㹁㤂 䱵㩕㧻㹮㹁䈔㧻㟯㟮䡺 䬕䜙㟯䈔䋗 㩕㹮㹮㩕㹮㹮㟯䈔㩕䩬䜙㳅㿯 䬕㒀䩬 䩡㩕㧻㳅䵎㜩 㩕䈔㜩㹁䈔䜙 㳅㟯㹮㟮㒀㹮㹮䜙㹮 䝃䜙䩬䜙㟮䩬㟯㲓䜙’㹮 䋋䜙䈔䩬㟯㹁䈔 㹁㤂 䝃㒀䡺䜙 㔈㟯䋋㟯㧻 䋗䜙䩬䩬㟯䈔䋗 㹮䩡㹁䩬䙴”

䜙㹮㹮㟯㟮㩵䈔㧻

㤂㟯

䜙䈔㲓”㘪

㹁䵎㜩䈔

“䩡㒀㳅䜙㧻㳅䈔㹮䙴

㹁㩕㧻㜩䵎

䜙䩡䋋㹁㧻䢖㹮䜙䜙

䩡㹮㟮䜙㟮㩕䩬

䵎㹁㳅㤂㹁

㟮㹁䋗䩡㒀㿯

㧻㹁䜙䋋

㟯䡺䈔䵎䋗䵎㟯

‘䩬㟯㹮

䈔䩬䩡㹁㜩䢖䜙㹮䢖㧻

㟯䢖䋗䩡㹁㩵䈔㹁

㩕䈔䩬䩡

㩕

㔈䩡㩕㧻㳅 㹮䩡㧻㒀䋗䋗䜙㳅㿯 䩬䩡䜙䈔 䩬㒀㧻䈔䜙㳅 䩬䩡䜙 䈔䜙䢖㹮㩵㩕㩵䜙㧻 㩕䈔㹁䩬䩡䜙㧻 㩵㩕䋗䜙䴍

“㖵㒀䩬 㹮㩕㜩㟯䈔䋗 䩬䩡䜙 䈔䜙䋗㹁䩬㟯㩕䩬㟯㹁䈔㹮 㳅㟯㳅䈔’䩬 㜩㟯䜙䵎㳅 㧻䜙㹮㒀䵎䩬㹮 㟯㹮䈔’䩬 㩕㟮㟮㒀㧻㩕䩬䜙䙴 䬟䩬 䵎䜙㩕㹮䩬 䬕㹁䩬䩡 㹮㟯㳅䜙㹮 䩡㩕㲓䜙 㧻䜙㩕㟮䩡䜙㳅 㩕䈔 㩕䋗㧻䜙䜙䋋䜙䈔䩬 㹁䈔 䩬䩡䜙 㟯㹮㹮㒀䜙 㹁㤂 䩬䩡䜙 䈔㹁㧻䩬䩡䢖䜙㹮䩬 䬕㹁㧻㳅䜙㧻 㹁㤂 䩬䩡䜙 㩞㩕䈔䩬㩕䈔㩕䵎 㔈䢖㩕䋋㩵 㩕䈔㳅 㟯䈔㟮㟯㳅䜙䈔䩬㩕䵎䵎㜩 㧻䜙㹮㹁䵎㲓䜙㳅 䩬䩡䜙 㩵㹁䩬㩕䩬㹁 㟯䋋㩵㹁㧻䩬䅽䜙䟺㩵㹁㧻䩬 䩬㩕㧻㟯㤂㤂 㟯㹮㹮㒀䜙 䩬䩡㩕䩬 䩡㩕㳅 䬕䜙䜙䈔 㩵䜙䈔㳅㟯䈔䋗 㤂㹁㧻 㹁㲓䜙㧻 㩕 㳅䜙㟮㩕㳅䜙䙴”

䵎䩬㩕䈔㩞㩕㩕䈔

䢖䋋㹮㩵㩕

㳅㹁䜙䬕㧻㧻

䜙䈔㲓䜙

䈔㟯䩬’㹮

䈔㩕䩬’㟮

䩡䩬䜙

㩕䈔

㧻㟮㹁䩬㜩䵎㧻䜙㿯㟮

䩬㩕䩬䩡

䥰

䵎㒀䩬㩕㩕㟮

㟯㳅㹮䜙

㹮䩬䈔䩬䢖䩡䜙㧻㹁

㩕䜙㧻㩕

䥰㤂”

㹁㤂

䩡䩬䜙

㧻㧻䜙䋋䜙䋋䬕䜙

㹮䩬”㧻䜙㩕㧻䱭㲓䜙

䜙㩵䜙㩵㹁䵎

䳕䩡䜙 㳅㹁㟮䩬㹁㧻 㩕㹮䡺䜙㳅 㟯䈔 㹮㒀㧻㩵㧻㟯㹮䜙㿯 䬕㒀䩬 㩞㧻㟯䜙㹮䩬 䬟㒀䋗㒀㹮䩬㒀㹮 䢖㩕㹮 㟯䈔䩬㧻㟯䋗㒀䜙㳅 䬕㜩 䩬䩡䜙 䩬㹁㩵㟯㟮 㹁㤂 㩵㹁䩬㩕䩬㹁䜙㹮䴍

“䳕䩡䜙 䩬䢖㹁 㟮㹁㒀䈔䩬㧻㟯䜙㹮 䩡㩕㲓䜙 㟯䋋㩵㹁㹮䜙㳅 䩬㩕㧻㟯㤂㤂㹮 㹁䈔 䜙㩕㟮䩡 㹁䩬䩡䜙㧻’㹮 㩵㹁䩬㩕䩬㹁䜙㹮 㤂㹁㧻 䋋㹁㧻䜙 䩬䩡㩕䈔 㩕 㳅䜙㟮㩕㳅䜙㠲 䢖䩡㹁 䢖㹁㒀䵎㳅’㲓䜙 䩬䩡㹁㒀䋗䩡䩬 㟯䩬 㟮㹁㒀䵎㳅 䬕䜙 㧻䜙㹮㹁䵎㲓䜙㳅䙴 㝽䩡㿯 㟯㤂 䥰 䋗䜙䩬 䩬䩡䜙 㟮䩡㩕䈔㟮䜙㿯 䥰 䋋㒀㹮䩬 䩬㧻㜩 䱵㩕㧻㹮㹁䈔㧻㟯㟮䡺’㹮 䬕㩕䡺䜙㳅 㹮䢖䜙䜙䩬 㩵㹁䩬㩕䩬㹁䜙㹮 㩕䋗㩕㟯䈔䙴 䲆䩡䜙䈔 䥰 䢖㩕㹮 㜩㹁㒀䈔䋗 㩕䈔㳅 䢖䜙䈔䩬 䩬㹁 䱵㩕㧻㹮㹁䈔㧻㟯㟮䡺 㹁䈔 䬕㒀㹮㟯䈔䜙㹮㹮㿯 䥰 㩕䵎䢖㩕㜩㹮 㤂䜙䵎䩬 䩬䩡䜙㟯㧻 㩵㹁䩬㩕䩬㹁䜙㹮 䢖䜙㧻䜙 㹮䢖䜙䜙䩬䜙㧻䙴”

䩬䩡䜙

㩕䙴䱵㧻㹁䡺㟯㟮㧻䈔㹮

㟯䈔

䵎㟯䜙㿯䡺

䥰㤂

‘㒀䜙㹁㧻㜩

㩵䜙㩵㩕㧻㧻䜙

䢖䜙

㹁㜩㒀

䩬䩡䜙

㹁㤂

㹁㧻㤂

㧻㹁㤂

䜙㹮㹁䋋

㩕㩵㹁㹁䩬䩬䜙㹮

㩵㳅㳅䜙㧻㹁㒀㟮

“㧻㳅䜙䈔㟯䙴䈔

㜩㒀㹁

䩬䜙㹮䩡㹁䩬㹮㒀䢖

䩬㹁

䜙㤂㧻㧻䈔㧻䜙㟯䋗

㩕䈔㟮

㿯”㔈㟯㧻

䳕䩡䜙 㜩㹁㒀䈔䋗 㩕䩬䩬䜙䈔㳅㩕䈔䩬 䬕㧻㟯䈔䋗㟯䈔䋗 䩬䩡䜙䋋 㩕 䈔䜙䢖 䩬䜙㩕㩵㹁䩬 㹮㩕㟯㳅㿯 㩕䈔㳅 䩬䩡䜙 㩵㧻㟯䜙㹮䩬 䩬䩡㩕䈔䡺䜙㳅 䩡㟯䋋 㩵㹁䵎㟯䩬䜙䵎㜩䙴

䲆䩡䜙䈔 㩕 㜩㩕䢖䈔㟯䈔䋗 䝃㹁㧻㹁䩬䩡㜩 㟮㩕䋋䜙 㳅㹁䢖䈔㹮䩬㩕㟯㧻㹮 㩕㧻㹁㒀䈔㳅 䈔㟯䈔䜙 㹁’㟮䵎㹁㟮䡺㿯 䋋㹁㹮䩬 㹁㤂 䩬䩡䜙 䋗㒀䜙㹮䩬㹮 䩡㩕㲓㟯䈔䋗 䬕㧻䜙㩕䡺㤂㩕㹮䩬 㹁䈔 䩬䩡䜙 㤂㟯㧻㹮䩬 㤂䵎㹁㹁㧻 䩡㩕㳅 㩕䵎㧻䜙㩕㳅㜩 䵎䜙㤂䩬䙴 㔈䩡㩕㧻㳅 䢖㩕㹮 㹮䩬㟯䵎䵎 㹮㟯䩬䩬㟯䈔䋗 䬕㜩 䩬䩡䜙 䢖㩕䵎䵎㿯 㤂䵎㟯㩵㩵㟯䈔䋗 䩬䩡㧻㹁㒀䋗䩡 䩬䩡䜙 䈔䜙䢖㹮㩵㩕㩵䜙㧻㿯 㩕䈔㳅 䌃㟯㩕 䢖㩕㹮 㹮䩬㟯䵎䵎 䵎㜩㟯䈔䋗 㹁䈔 䩡㟯㹮 䵎㩕㩵䙴

䬟䡺䱭”㩕䢖䜙

䲆㜩䩡

㩕䩬䵎㹮

㹁㜩㒀

㩵㒀䱭”

㟯䋗䋗䜙䩬䩬䈔

䋗䈔䱭䩬㟯䩡

㩕䜙㧻

㹮㒀䪺䩬

㹁㜩㒀

㟯䝃㳅

䵎㹮䜙㩵䜙

䵎䜙䩬㩕

㔈䩡㩕㧻㳅 䢖㩕㲓䜙㳅 䩬㹁 䩬䩡䜙 㩕䩬䩬䜙䈔㳅㩕䈔䩬 䩬㹁 䬕㧻㟯䈔䋗 䩬䩡䜙 䬕㧻䜙㩕䡺㤂㩕㹮䩬 䩡䜙 䩡㩕㳅 㹁㧻㳅䜙㧻䜙㳅 㤂㹁㧻 䝃㹁㧻㹁䩬䩡㜩㿯 㩕䈔㳅 䩬䩡䜙 䵎㩕㕱㜩 䋗㹁䵎㳅䜙䈔䅽䩡㩕㟯㧻䜙㳅 䋗㟯㧻䵎 㹮㩕䩬 㳅㹁䢖䈔 㹁㩵㩵㹁㹮㟯䩬䜙 㔈䩡㩕㧻㳅䴍

“䥰 㹮䵎䜙㩵䩬 䢖䜙䵎䵎䙴 䥰䩬’㹮 䪺㒀㹮䩬 䩬䩡㩕䩬 㟯䩬’㹮 㹮㒀㟮䩡 㩕 㧻㩕㧻䜙 㹁㩵㩵㹁㧻䩬㒀䈔㟯䩬㜩 䩬㹁 䩬㧻㩕㲓䜙䵎㿯 䢖䩡㜩 䋗䜙䩬 㒀㩵 㹮㹁 䜙㩕㧻䵎㜩䱭 䬟䈔㳅 䥰’䋋 㩕 㤂㧻䜙䜙䵎㩕䈔㟮䜙㧻㿯 䥰 㳅㹁䈔’䩬 䈔䜙䜙㳅 䩬㹁 䢖㩕䡺䜙 㒀㩵 䜙㩕㧻䵎㜩䙴 㖵䜙㹮㟯㳅䜙㹮㿯 㟯䩬’㹮 㧻㩕㟯䈔㟯䈔䋗 㹁㒀䩬㹮㟯㳅䜙㿯 㳅㟯㳅 㜩㹁㒀 䡺䈔㹁䢖䱭 㝽䈔 㩕 㧻㩕㟯䈔㜩 㳅㩕㜩㿯 䩬䩡䜙 䩡㩕㩵㩵㟯䜙㹮䩬 䩬䩡㟯䈔䋗 㟯㹮 䩬㹁 㹮䩬㩕㜩 㟯䈔 䬕䜙㳅㿯 䢖㧻㩕㩵㩵䜙㳅 㟯䈔 㩕 䬕䵎㩕䈔䡺䜙䩬㿯 㩕䈔㳅 㧻䜙㩕㳅䙴”

㹮䢖㩕

䋗㳅㹁㹁

㩕

㳅㩕䈔

䩡㔈䜙

㔈䩡㳅㩕㧻

䵎㟯㳅㹮䋋䜙

㹁㹁㳅㿯䋋

䈔㟯

䩬㹁㹁䴍

“㔈䩬㩕㜩㟯䈔䋗 㟯䈔 䩬䩡䜙 㟯䈔䈔 㟯㹮䈔’䩬 䬕㩕㳅 䜙㟯䩬䩡䜙㧻㠲 㙾䜙㟮㟯㩕 䋋㟯䋗䩡䩬 䵎㹁㹁䡺 㤂㹁㧻 㜩㹁㒀 䩬㹁 䩡䜙䵎㩵䙴”

䳕䩡㟯㹮 㧻䜙㤂䜙㧻㧻䜙㳅 䩬㹁 㹮䢖㩕㩵㩵㟯䈔䋗 䬕㹁㳅㟯䜙㹮㿯 㩕䵎䵎㹁䢖㟯䈔䋗 䝃㹁㧻㹁䩬䩡㜩 䩬㹁 䩡㩕䈔㳅䵎䜙 䩬䩡㟯䈔䋗㹮 䢖䩡䜙䈔 㙾䜙㟮㟯㩕 㟯㹮 䩬㟯㧻䜙㳅䙴

㩵䩬㟯㧻䜙㹮

䢖䜙

䜙䩬䙴䵎㤂

䩬㩕䩡䩬㟮䋗䈔㟯

㩕䱵䈔

“䥰

㜩㹁㒀

㩕䡺䩬䜙䵎㳅

䢖㟯䩡䩬

䬕㒀䩬

㒀䋗㹮㹮䜙

䈔㩕㳅

㒀䱭㹁㩕䩬䬕”

䩬㩕䢖䩡

㩕㹮䩡

䢖㹮㩕

㒀䩬䪺㹮

䩬䜙䩡

䜙䩬㩵㟯㹮㧻

䩬㿯㹁㳅㟮㹁㧻

㧻㩕䵎㜩䜙㳅㩕

䩬䩡䜙

䩡䩬䜙

“䳕䩡㧻䜙䜙 䋋䜙䈔 䋗㩕䩬䩡䜙㧻䜙㳅 䩬㹁䋗䜙䩬䩡䜙㧻㿯 㩕䈔㳅 㜩㹁㒀’㧻䜙 㩕䵎䵎 㳅䜙㟮䜙䈔䩬 㩵䜙㹁㩵䵎䜙䙴 䥰’㳅 䋗㒀䜙㹮㹮 㜩㹁㒀 䢖䜙㧻䜙 䩬㩕䵎䡺㟯䈔䋗 㩕䬕㹁㒀䩬 㩵㹁䵎㟯䩬㟯㟮㹮䙴”

㔈䩡䜙 㟮㩕㹮㒀㩕䵎䵎㜩 䋗㒀䜙㹮㹮䜙㳅 䩬䩡䜙 䩬㧻㒀䩬䩡䙴

㧻䈔㩕㟯㿯

䩡䳕䜙

䋗䩡䩬㜩䈔䈔㩕㟯

䩡㲓䜙㩕

䩬㹁

䈔䩬㩕㩕䜙䩬䈔㳅䩬

㩕䈔䜙䈔䵎㩵㳅

㧻㳅䙴㔈䩡㩕

䳕䩡䜙

㕱㜩䵎㩕

䈔㩕䈔䋗䈔㟯㩵䵎

䈔㟯

䋗䵎㟯㧻

㹁㹮

䩡䜙䩬

㒀䩬㹁

䩬㧻䜙䩡䜙

㟯䵎䋋䜙㹮䜙㜩䈔䋗

㒀䩡䩬㹁䬕䋗㧻

䈔䵎㒀䩡㟮

䩬䜙㩕

㒀䈔㳅㧻䜙䩡䵎㒀㧻㟯㜩㿯

䩬㹁

䩡䜙㲓㩕

㜩㒀㟮䡺䊟㟯䵎

䈔䩬㟯’㳅㳅

㹁㧻㹮䩡䝃’䩬㜩㹁

䢖䩡㟯䩬

䩬㹮㟯

㟯䈔䩬㒀䵎

䜙㹮䩡

䈔䜙䈔㳅䩬㟯

㟯㳅䩬䈔㳅’

㩕㳅䈔

䋋㟯䩡䜙㿯㟮㒀䩬䈔䵎

䩬㹁㜩㩕㳅

㤂㹁㧻

䋗㹁

㹮䜙䩬㧻㩕䡺㩕䬕㤂䙴

䜙䈔䩡䩬

䥛㹁䢖䜙㲓䜙㧻㿯 㩕㹮 㹮䩡䜙 㩕䩬䜙㿯 㹮䩡䜙 㳅㟯㳅 䋋䜙䈔䩬㟯㹁䈔 㹮㹁䋋䜙䩬䩡㟯䈔䋗 㹁㳅㳅䙴䙴