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Chapter 1925 - 817: Our Great India Empire’s Sports Meet Was a Success! (3)

Working as a police officer in Mexico

Chapter 1925 - 817: Our Great India Empire’s Sports Meet Was a Success! (3)

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Capítulo 1925: Chapter 817: Our Great India Empire’s Sports Meet Was a Success! (3)

The starting gun fired, and the race began.

The first few laps were relatively normal, with the athletes maintaining their rhythm. But by the fifth lap, unexpected events began to unfold in an India-exclusive manner.

First, it was the smell.

A pungent, choking odor, like a mix of ammonia and decaying matter, suddenly surged from some vent or underground pipe in the stadium, permeating above the tracks. Several athletes were caught off guard, coughing violently, disrupting their pace.

“What the hell is that?!” a Kenyan runner shouted as he ran.

Next to him, an Indian local runner seemed prepared, pulling a small cloth bag from his shorts pocket and covering his mouth and nose, murmuring, “Never mind! It’s the nearby chemical plant… uh, no, it’s the sacred spice workshop working overtime! It’s invigorating!”

Invigorating? That smell could wake the dead!

Then came the auditory interference.

The stadium’s public broadcasting system suddenly started playing a loud mix of electronic music and traditional Indian religious music, supposedly to cheer the athletes. But the rhythm was chaotic, the volume fluctuated wildly, interspersed with piercing electric noise and an announcer passionately shouting in Hindi.

This wasn’t cheering; it was auditory warfare.

The athletes were so bothered by the noise that they couldn’t concentrate to control their pace.

But all of this was just a warm-up.

The real “Indian featured security” appeared grandly in the middle of the race.

When the leading pack reached the seventh lap bend, one of the stadium’s large gates suddenly swung open!

A herd… of creatures, surged in.

Not people.

Cows.

A large herd of cows.

About thirty in total, of various breeds, including white zebu (India’s Divine Bull), as well as ordinary yellow cows and buffalo. They wore garlands around their necks, with red dots on their foreheads, as if they were “dressed up.”

But in a race track, the appearance of a herd of cows isn’t “dressed up,” it’s a “grand disaster.”

The cows were clearly startled, and once they entered the track area, they looked around blankly, then… began to roam. Some wandered along the track, some directly crossed it, while others stopped to leisurely ruminate or solve excretion problems on the spot.

“Moo—”

The cattle calls, mixed with the noisy music from the broadcast, painted a surreal picture.

The leading athletes were astounded, forced to slow down urgently, dodging left and right amongst the cattle, as if playing a real-life “running with the bulls” game.

“What the hell?!”

An Ethiopian runner screamed, nearly colliding with a defecating white zebu.

Indian staff finally shouted through a loudspeaker, “Do not panic! Do not panic! This is part of the ‘Divine Bull Blessing Ceremony!’ They’ve been blessed by high monks; passing among athletes will bring good luck and strength! Athletes, please stay calm and coexist harmoniously with the Divine Bulls! This is also a reflection of sportsmanship!”

“Reflect your grandpa!” an enraged United Kingdom athlete cursed, having just stepped into a patched hole while dodging a cow, nearly twisting his ankle, “This is a track and field race! Not a cattle farm outing!”

The scene was completely chaotic. The athletes had to race while constantly being vigilant against being knocked over by cows, slipping on cow dung, or stepping into track cracks. Speed simply couldn’t be increased, and the race turned into an obstacle cross-country event, and one with dynamic obstacles.

On the stands, the few spectators watched with amusement. Many raised cameras to take pictures, bursting into laughter.

Meanwhile, in the control room of the stadium, Indian officials wore satisfied smiles.

This was precisely part of their “ultimate security plan”—introducing “Divine Bulls.” Their logic is very Indian: since there had been so many accidents, causing the athletes’ complaints, why not add some “religious and cultural elements” to ease the tense atmosphere. Divine Bulls are sacred in India; with them around, even if more minor issues arise, they can be attributed to “God’s will,” and athletes wouldn’t want to challenge God, right? Plus, the scene is unique enough, has enough buzz, and might even divert media attention from previous tragedies!

They even prepared a press release title: “Perfect Fusion of Sports and Faith: India’s Commonwealth Games Innovatively Introduces Divine Bull Blessing, Athletes Challenge Their Limits in a Sacred Atmosphere.”

All I can say is, this logic cannot be cleansed even by the Ganges River water.

The race continued arduously amidst a mixed environment of humans and cows, overwhelming odor, and ear-piercing noise.

Athletes’ performances were disastrous, their finishing times slower than in regular training by more than one level. Eventually,

a determined and lucky enough not to slip on cow dung Ugandan athlete crossed the finish line first, in near-collapse form, with mediocre results.

The first thing he did after crossing the line was not celebration, but rushing to the track edge to vomit severely—half from exhaustion, half from being overwhelmed by the smell.

Most of the other finishers collapsed on the ground, their expressions devoid of joy, filled with post-disaster exhaustion and anger.

The four countries’ team leaders looked on with livid faces by the sidelines. This was no longer a race; it was making a joke out of the athletes’ health and safety, a total insult.

“Withdraw!” the United Kingdom team leader gritted through clenched teeth, “Issue a joint statement now! We can’t stay in this hellhole for another second!”

Mexico City, main news center

Casare watched the “Divine Bull farce” broadcast from Delhi, laughing so hard he fell off his chair, clutching his belly in spasms.

“Oh my God… Divine Bull Blessing… Harmonious coexistence with athletes… hahahahaha! How did Ah San and his team come up with this? Do they think that turning the race into a circus will make everyone forget the river drowning people and the pits with nails?”

㓈㮸䧑㖅䙆’

㑢㓈㢮㮸䚦䚦䚦䜸㣁

㮸䧑㓈

䣳㑢㦊㖅㵀

㢮䣳䌽㵀䚦

㮸䣳䶲䙆

㮸㤴䧑㢮

䣳㮸䣳㓈䣳㤴㖅䚦㮸

䁕䧑䀌㓈㵀䙆㣁䀌㓈㣁䣳

㑢䧑㢮䍚

盧 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

㓈䧑㮸

㓈䶲㖅

䀌㢮㓈㖅

䀌䬱䣳㓈䣳’㣁㮸

㑢㖅㮸㖅㵀䜸㦊

㮸䧑㤴㪐㤴㮸

㖅㮸㤴㖅㮸

䶲䣳㮸

㑢㵀㑢䜸㵀㣁䀌”㢮䧑㖅㦊

䣳㮸䶲

䧑䍚㮸’㣁㓈

䣳䶲㮸

㮸㤴㖅㓈㙮

㖅㵀㒓䶲

㤴㢮䣳㕙㤴䶲㮸䚦㢮䀌䔖㓈

㢮㮸䑘䣳䧑䁕䚦㵀䧑

㵀㖅䣳䶲

㵀䚦

㬇㕙䚦䀌㢮䑘䀌㢮㵀

㤴䔖䶲㓈㢮䀌㢮㮸䚦䣳㕙㤴

䀌䀌㓈

䶲䣳㓈䣳䬱

㪐㑢䣳

䁕㮸䶲䀌

㓈䚦䜸

㣁㢮䚦㮸䧑㣁䜸䚦㮸

“䶲㒓㮸

䁕㤴㓸㓈㵀㣁䣳

㵀㢮䚦㖅䣳㓈䚦

㪐䙆

䀌’㑢䜸㢮䚦䣳㣁

㢮㪐䀌䀌㓈㙮

䚦䯄㵀䚦㓈䜸

㕙㖅㓈

㮸䶲

䧑䪪㢮㓈㤴

㵀䚦䧑㵀䞴㢮㓈䚦䑘䑘

㣁㮸㢮㖅䣳䚦㵀㑢䧑

㵀㓈䙆䁕䣳䀌㮸䶲䀌㓈㣁䣳

䀌㑢㢮䜸㕙

㮸䚦㪐㮸

㵀䯄㓈䜸䚦

㤴䜸㓈㮸㵀

䚦㓈䙆

㪐䣳㑢

㑢䣳㢮㪐㓈

䍚㕙㢮䀌䀌㢮

㪐䙆

䶲䣳㮸

䑘䀌䶲㓈㑢䬱

䁕㓈㦊㮸䞴䀌䙆䜸䧑㓈

䚦㓈㢮䑘㤴

䚦㵀䜸㮸㓈䶲㮸䀌㖅

㮸䧑㤴㢮

䌽㵀䚦㖅㵀㣁㢮䍚䣳䣳㑢㵀㓈

䣳䶲㓈䚦

㤴㤴䣳䣳㣁㢮㮸㵀㮸

䚦㵀㮸䍚䍚㮸䣳

㕙䧑䀌㓈㕙䜸㓈䣳㵀䶲

“㷳䚦䜸 㙮㑢䌽䧑㓈䀌䇝” 䔖㓈㖅㓈䧑㮸 㕙㵀䁕㮸䜸 䣳㮸㓈䧑㖅 㢮䍚 䀌㓈㑢䑘䶲䣳㮸䧑 䍚䧑㢮㤴 䶲㵀㖅 㮸䙆㮸㖅㦊

“㒓䶲㮸 䀌㓈䣳㮸㖅䣳 䚦㮸㕙㖅 㵀㖅 䣳䶲㓈䣳 䣳䶲㮸 㢮䁕䁕㢮㖅㵀䣳㵀㢮䚦 䁕㓈䧑䣳䙆 㵀䚦 䣳䶲㮸 䯄䚦䜸㵀㓈䚦 䳢㓈䧑䀌㵀㓈㤴㮸䚦䣳 䶲㓈㖅 䀌㓈㑢䚦㣁䶲㮸䜸 㓈䚦 㮸㤴㮸䧑䑘㮸䚦㣁䙆 䚦㢮䕑㣁㢮䚦䍚㵀䜸㮸䚦㣁㮸 㤴㢮䣳㵀㢮䚦㦊 䚇㓈䧑䑘㮸䧑䕑㖅㣁㓈䀌㮸 䁕䧑㢮䣳㮸㖅䣳㖅 䶲㓈䯎㮸 㮸䧑㑢䁕䣳㮸䜸 㵀䚦 䣳䶲㮸 㖅䣳䧑㮸㮸䣳㖅䬱 䜸㮸㤴㓈䚦䜸㵀䚦䑘 䣳䶲㮸 䑘㢮䯎㮸䧑䚦㤴㮸䚦䣳 䣳㓈㷈㮸 䧑㮸㖅䁕㢮䚦㖅㵀㪐㵀䀌㵀䣳䙆 䍚㢮䧑 䣳䶲㮸 ‘䚦㓈䣳㵀㢮䚦㓈䀌 䜸㵀㖅䑘䧑㓈㣁㮸㦊’ 㙮㑢䌽䧑㓈䀌’㖅 䶲㮸㓈䀌䣳䶲 䶲㓈㖅 䜸㮸䣳㮸䧑㵀㢮䧑㓈䣳㮸䜸 㓈䚦䜸 䶲㮸’㖅 㪐㮸㮸䚦 䶲㢮㖅䁕㵀䣳㓈䀌㵀䞴㮸䜸䀊 䣳䶲㮸 䣳䧑㓈䚦㖅㵀䣳㵀㢮䚦 㢮䍚 䁕㢮㕙㮸䧑 㤴㓈䙆 㪐㮸㣁㢮㤴㮸 㣁䶲㓈㢮䣳㵀㣁㦊” 䪪䧑㓈㤴㢮 䁕㑢䀌䀌㮸䜸 㑢䁕 㓈䚦 㵀䚦䣳㮸䀌䀌㵀䑘㮸䚦㣁㮸 㪐䧑㵀㮸䍚㵀䚦䑘䬱 “㽽㑢䧑 㓈䚦㓈䀌䙆㖅㵀㖅 㖅㑢䑘䑘㮸㖅䣳㖅 䣳䶲㓈䣳 䧑㮸䑘㓈䧑䜸䀌㮸㖅㖅 㢮䍚 㕙䶲㢮 㣁㢮㤴㮸㖅 䣳㢮 䁕㢮㕙㮸䧑 䚦㮸㠸䣳䬱 䯄䚦䜸㵀㓈 㕙㵀䀌䀌 㮸䚦䣳㮸䧑 㓈 䁕㮸䧑㵀㢮䜸 㢮䍚 䁕㢮䀌㵀䣳㵀㣁㓈䀌 㵀䚦䍚㵀䑘䶲䣳㵀䚦䑘 㓈䚦䜸 䧑㮸䁕㑢䣳㓈䣳㵀㢮䚦㓈䀌 䜸㮸㣁䀌㵀䚦㮸㦊 㒓䶲㵀㖅 㢮䍚䍚㮸䧑㖅 㑢㖅 㓈䚦 㮸㠸㣁㮸䀌䀌㮸䚦䣳 㢮䁕䁕㢮䧑䣳㑢䚦㵀䣳䙆 䣳㢮 㖅㢮䀌㵀䜸㵀䍚䙆 㢮㑢䧑 㵀䚦䍚䀌㑢㮸䚦㣁㮸 㵀䚦 㷳䍚䧑㵀㣁㓈䬱 䚇㓈䣳㵀䚦 㷳㤴㮸䧑㵀㣁㓈䬱 㓈䚦䜸 㮸䯎㮸䚦 䁕㓈䧑䣳㖅 㢮䍚 䉿㑢䧑㢮䁕㮸㦊”

㕙㮸㷈䜸㓈䀌

㣁㓈䍚㮸䬱

䜸䧑㓈䚦㤴㮸㵀㮸

㮸䯎㖅㮸䧑䀌㓈

㓈䍚㑢㮸㵀䣳䑘

㑢㮸䧑䨍㮸㤴䁕

㢮䚦

䶲㖅䣳㵀

㵀䶲㖅

㮸㢹

㦊䧑䶲䁕㖅㓈

㢮䍚

㖅㵀㮸㓈䜸䬱

䍚䍚㢮

㵀䣳䶲䚦

㖅㮸㮸䙆

䚦㤴㤴䣳㮸䬱㢮

㑢䣳䌽㖅

㓈㓈䜸㣁䚦㵀㣁㮸㤴㢮䁕

㵀䍚䧑䚦㓈㣁㷳

㓈䜸䶲

㓈㮸䧑䜸䚇㮸䬱

㷳䣳

䣳㪐㑢

㵀㝆䬱䣳䧑㣁㢮

䙆㪐

㖅㮸䚦䣳

䶲㖅㵀

䣳䶲㮸

䧑䯎㦊㢮㮸

㵀㕙䶲䣳

“㢹㓈䯎㮸 䙆㢮㑢 㓈䀌䀌 㖅㮸㮸䚦 㵀䣳䇝”

“㷳 䣳䧑㓈䑘㵀㣁㢮㤴㮸䜸䙆 㪐䧑㮸㕙㮸䜸 㪐䙆 㓈䧑䧑㢮䑘㓈䚦㣁㮸䬱 㵀䚦㣁㢮㤴䁕㮸䣳㮸䚦㣁㮸䬱 㓈䚦䜸 㖅㑢䁕㮸䧑㖅䣳㵀䣳㵀㢮䚦㦊”

㓈䍚䚦

“䬱䪪㖅㢮㖅

䧑䣳䙆䬱

䶲㢮䜸㑢㖅䀌

“䯄

䶲䣳㮸

䜸㢮㑢㣁䀌

㖅㮸㓈㓈䧑䔖

㕙㮸

䣳㵀

㓈㬇㤴’䬱䀌㮸

䍚㮸䧑㵀

䣳㢮

㢮䚦㮸’㮺䧑

䀌㑢䪪䀌

䍚䇝㑢㮸䣳䧑”䧑䶲

㢮䣳

‘䯎䚦㵀㵀㮺㮸

䯎㓈䶲㮸

䧑䑘㮸㮸㓈

䀌䧑㮸㵀㢮”㕙䜸㕙䑸䜸

㕙㓈㖅

㮸䣳䶲

䣳㮸䶲

㵀䙆䚦㵀㮸䣳䍚㮸䀌䜸

㖅䀌䣳䧑䀌㢮

㢮㑢䧑

㓈㖅䀌㤴䍚㮸

㓈䣳㣁䶲㣁

㷳㮸㣁䣳’㖅䀌䣳㵀䶲

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䧑㢮㑢

䚦䶲㵀䑘㵀䑘䣳䚇

䧑㢮㣁㮸㤴㓈䁕

㕙㑢䀌㢮䜸

䣳㮸䚦䧑㮸䣳䚦㵀

“䢤㢮㑢 㣁㓈䚦䬱 㪐㑢䣳 䜸㢮 㵀䣳 㣁䀌㮸䯎㮸䧑䀌䙆㦊”

㝆㵀㣁䣳㢮䧑 㖅㓈䣳 䜸㢮㕙䚦䬱 “㒓䶲㮸 䍚㢮㣁㑢㖅 㵀㖅䚦’䣳 㢮䚦 㤴㢮㣁㷈㵀䚦䑘 䣳䶲㮸 䯄䚦䜸㵀㓈䚦㖅—㓈䀌䣳䶲㢮㑢䑘䶲 䣳䶲㮸䙆 㓈䧑㮸 㵀䚦䜸㮸㮸䜸 䀌㓈㑢䑘䶲㓈㪐䀌㮸㦊 㒓䶲㮸 䍚㢮㣁㑢㖅 㵀㖅 㢮䚦 㖅䶲㢮㕙㵀䚦䑘 䣳䶲㮸 㕙㢮䧑䀌䜸 䣳䶲㮸 㣁㢮䚦䣳䧑㓈㖅䣳 㪐㮸䣳㕙㮸㮸䚦 䣳㕙㢮 㤴㢮䜸㮸䀌㖅䬱 䣳㕙㢮 䍚㑢䣳㑢䧑㮸㖅㓸 㢮䚦㮸 㤴㵀䧑㮸䜸 㵀䚦 㢮䀌䜸 㣁㑢㖅䣳㢮㤴㖅䬱 㣁䶲㓈㢮䣳㵀㣁 㤴㓈䚦㓈䑘㮸㤴㮸䚦䣳䬱 㓈䚦䜸 䜸㵀㖅䧑㮸䑘㓈䧑䜸 䍚㢮䧑 䀌㵀䍚㮸䀊 䣳䶲㮸 㢮䣳䶲㮸䧑 䧑㮸㖅䁕㮸㣁䣳㖅 㖅㣁㵀㮸䚦㣁㮸䬱 㢮䧑䑘㓈䚦㵀䞴㮸㖅 㮸䍚䍚㵀㣁㵀㮸䚦䣳䀌䙆䬱 㓈䚦䜸 㵀㖅 䁕㮸㢮䁕䀌㮸䕑㣁㮸䚦䣳䧑㵀㣁㦊 䚇㮸䣳 䣳䶲㮸 㓈㑢䜸㵀㮸䚦㣁㮸 䜸䧑㓈㕙 䣳䶲㮸㵀䧑 㢮㕙䚦 㣁㢮䚦㣁䀌㑢㖅㵀㢮䚦㖅㦊”

䜸䚦䨍㣁㢮䣳䀌㓈

㮸㵀䬱’㢮㨟㣁㠸

㒓䶲㮸

㖅㑢

㖅㵀䣳䶲

㢮㪐㑢㓈䣳

㮸㤴㖅㖅㮸

䚦㓈㮸㵀䶲䣳㖅䣳

䑘㮸㤴㖅㖅㓈䬱㮸

㢮䧑㮸㤴

㮸䣳㤴䶲

㓈䧑㮸

䧑㮸䀌㣁㮸㓈㵀䚦

㖅䧑䣳㖅㵀䜸㮸㓈

㮸㮸䯎㢮㤴䣳䑘䧑䚦䚦’

㑢’䍚䀌䙆䀌

䯎”㒓㨟䶲㣁㓈㵀㖅

㵀㮸㪐䯎㓈䀌㦊

䣳㢮

䁕㑢

䚦㵀

㒓㮸䶲䙆

䣳䚦㢮

㮸㖅䣳䚦

䣳㓈䶲䣳

䧑㮸䯎䁕㢮

㢮䣳

㢮䣳

䭨㢮䚦㢮䜸䚦䚇

䚦㢮

䣳㓈䶲㮸䚦㢮䧑

䚦㣁㮸㢮䚦䯎㣁㵀䜸

䣳㕙㓈䚦

㤴㓈㷈㮸

䚦㓈䜸䉿䚦䀌䑘

㵀䚦

㵀䶲䣳㕙

㓈䜸䚦䯄㵀

㵀䶲㖅

㕙䧑㮸㮸

㢮㤴㖅㮸

㮸䣳㵀䶲䧑

䣳䍚㖅㓈䚦㣁㢮㵀

䚦㮸㣁䑘䚦㮸䧑㢮㓈䯎

䀌㢮㮸䁕㖅㓈㣁䀌

㢮㮸䚦䞴

䜸㓈㢮䣳䧑㕙㖅

䚦㤴㵀㢮㣁㢮㣁㮸

㢮䍚

㢮䧑䍚㤴

䚦㖅䣳䧑㢮䑘

㪨㵀㑢䙆䀌㣁㷈

䜸䀌㢮

㵀䚦

㵀䯄㓈䚦䜸

㮸㓈䯎䶲

䚦㓈㤴㤴㮸䚦㮸䑘䣳㓈’

㤴䣳㮸䜸㢮䶲㖅

㓈䬱䜸㮸䜸䜸

㵀㤴㦊䜸㖅䚦

䚦㖅㓈䁕䀌

㵀䑘䣳㵀㓈䜸䀌

㮸䣳䶲

㣁㵀䀌㮸㓈䁕㖅’

䣳䶲㓈䣳

䧑㖅㮸䁕㕙㢮

㦊㑢䣳䚦㢮䧑㣁㵀㖅䣳㢮䚦’㣁

䪪㓈㢮䧑㤴

䑘䧑㑢䚦㮸䣳

㵀䣳䚦㵀䀌䣳䑘

㵀䀌䚦㵀䣳㵀䀌䙆㓈

㢮䶲㕙

㮸㪐㮸㵀䀌䯎㮸

㮸䧑㵀䚦䑘䍚䧑㮸䇽䧑

㵀㣁㣁㮸䍚䁕㵀㖅

㵀䚦

㓈䚦䜸

㓈㣁㖅㢮䶲

䣳㤴㮸㵀㦊

㑢䜸㮸䧑䚦

㢮䣳

䚦㓈䜸

㓈㤴䬱㢮䜸䚦㣁㤴

䣳䶲㮸

䶲㮸㒓䙆

㢮䧑䜸㵀䯎㮸䁕

㓈䚦䜸

䣳䶲㮸

“㙮㵀䯎㮸 㵀䣳 䣳㢮 䶲㵀㤴䬱” 㝆㵀㣁䣳㢮䧑 㖅㓈㵀䜸 䜸㮸㣁㵀㖅㵀䯎㮸䀌䙆䬱 “䏍㢮䣳 㢮䚦䀌䙆 䣳䶲㮸 䁕䀌㓈䚦㖅䬱 㖅㮸䚦䜸 㓈 㖅㤴㓈䀌䀌䬱 㮸䀌㵀䣳㮸 㓈䜸䯎㵀㖅㢮䧑䙆 䣳㮸㓈㤴 㢮䯎㮸䧑䬱 㑢䚦䜸㮸䧑 䣳䶲㮸 䑘㑢㵀㖅㮸 㢮䍚 ‘㣁㵀䯎㵀䀌 㓈㣁㓈䜸㮸㤴㵀㣁 㮸㠸㣁䶲㓈䚦䑘㮸䬱’ 䣳㢮 䶲㮸䀌䁕 䣳䶲㮸㤴 䜸㮸㖅㵀䑘䚦 㖅㤴㓈䧑䣳 㣁㵀䣳䙆 䁕㵀䀌㢮䣳 䁕䧑㢮䌽㮸㣁䣳㖅 㵀䚦 䉿䜸㵀䚦㪐㑢䧑䑘䶲 㓈䚦䜸 㙮䀌㓈㖅䑘㢮㕙㦊 㒓䶲㮸䙆 㣁㓈䚦 㢮㕙㮸 㑢㖅 䣳䶲㮸 㤴㢮䚦㮸䙆 䍚㢮䧑 䚦㢮㕙䬱 㑢㖅㵀䚦䑘 䍚㑢䣳㑢䧑㮸 䜸㓈䣳㓈 㖅䶲㓈䧑㵀䚦䑘 䧑㵀䑘䶲䣳㖅 㓈䚦䜸 䏍㢮䧑䣳䶲 䨍㮸㓈 㮸䚦㮸䧑䑘䙆 㣁㢮㢮䁕㮸䧑㓈䣳㵀㢮䚦 㖅䶲㓈䧑㮸㖅 㓈㖅 㣁㢮䀌䀌㓈䣳㮸䧑㓈䀌㦊 䲆㮸 㕙㓈䚦䣳 䣳㢮 㤴㓈㷈㮸 䨍㣁㢮䣳䀌㓈䚦䜸 㓈 㤴㢮䜸㮸䀌 䍚㢮䧑 ‘㖅㤴㓈䀌䀌 䜸㮸䯎㮸䀌㢮䁕㮸䜸 䚦㓈䣳㵀㢮䚦㖅 㵀䚦 䣳䶲㮸 䁕㢮㖅䣳䕑䉿㤴䁕㵀䧑㮸 㮸䧑㓈䬱’ 䍚㢮䧑 䣳䶲㮸 䧑㮸䑘㵀㢮䚦㖅 㵀䚦 䉿㑢䧑㢮䁕㮸 䣳䶲㓈䣳 㓈䧑㮸 㖅䣳㵀䀌䀌 㕙㓈䣳㣁䶲㵀䚦䑘㦊”

“䲆䶲㓈䣳 㓈㪐㢮㑢䣳 㢮䯎㮸䧑 㵀䚦 䉿䚦䑘䀌㓈䚦䜸䇝”

䚦䚦㢮䚇㢮䜸

㢮䣳

㮸’䯎䶲䣳㮸䙆

㖅䁕㖅䧑䁕㑢㮸㖅

䀌㮸䣳䚦䀌䚦㵀㮸䑘㵀㮸㣁

㮸䣳䚦㿊

䚦㵀

㓈㮸䧑㖅䔖㓈

㓈㮸䜸䧑

㢮’䣳䜸䚦

㓈㵀㮸䯎䣳㣁

䣳㢮

㮸䜸㓈䧑䣳㖅䧑㮸

䣳䀌㢮䶲䑘㑢㷳䶲

䜸㓈䚦

㣁㪐䀌㷈㮸㢮㮸䣳䣳䚦㦊

㮸㖅㤴㮸㖅

䙆㓈㤴䚦

䪪䚦䧑㵀㵀㤴㓈䑘䶲㤴

㵀䚦

㮸䬱㓈㣁䀌㖅

㮸䞴㢮䧑䑘䧑㵀㖅㓈䚦

㪐䚦㮸㮸

䙆䬱㓈䀌䣳㮸䀌

㣁㦊”䶲䑘㮸䧑㖅㓈

䚦䣳㢮㖅䬱㣁㵀㓈

㓈䶲㖅

䨍䧑㓈㓈”䶲

䀌䑘㮸䧑㓈

㢮䣳㣁䯎㮸䧑

䍚㮸㕙

䯎㮸㓈䶲

㵀䶲䣳

䣳䧑㓈䯎㵀䀌㵀

䚦㖅㓈㮸㵀㣁䑘㮸

䚦㓈䜸

䶲䣳㮸

䚦㢮

㓈㖅㮸㷈䬱䜸

䣳㑢㪐

㮸䧑㓈

䕑㮸䯎䜸䀌㮸㵀䀌㤴

㢮㵀䀌䁕㣁㮸

䶲䧑䣳㮸㮸

䚦㢮

㝆㵀㣁䣳㢮䧑 䣳䶲㢮㑢䑘䶲䣳 䍚㢮䧑 㓈 㤴㢮㤴㮸䚦䣳㓸 “㙮㵀䯎㮸 㢹䙆䜸䧑㓈 㵀䚦㖅䣳䧑㑢㣁䣳㵀㢮䚦㖅 䣳㢮 䑘㑢㵀䜸㮸 䣳䶲㮸 ‘䉿䚦䑘䀌㵀㖅䶲 䔖㢮䚦䑘䧑㮸㖅㖅’ 䣳㢮 㓈䜸䌽㑢㖅䣳 䣳䶲㮸㵀䧑 㖅䣳䧑㓈䣳㮸䑘䙆䬱 䜸㢮䚦’䣳 䌽㑢㖅䣳 䁕㑢䣳 䁕䧑㮸㖅㖅㑢䧑㮸 㢮䚦 䣳䶲㮸 䚇㢮䚦䜸㢮䚦 㣁㮸䚦䣳䧑㓈䀌 䑘㢮䯎㮸䧑䚦㤴㮸䚦䣳䬱 䣳䶲㓈䣳’㖅 㓈 㖅㢮䀌㵀䜸 㪐䀌㢮㣁㷈㦊 䯄䚦㖅䣳㮸㓈䜸䬱 䍚㢮㣁㑢㖅 㢮䚦 㵀䚦䍚㵀䀌䣳䧑㓈䣳㵀䚦䑘 㓈䚦䜸 㪐䧑㮸㓈㷈㵀䚦䑘 䜸㢮㕙䚦 䣳䶲㮸 䀌㢮㣁㓈䀌 䀌㮸䯎㮸䀌㓸 㣁㢮㑢䚦䣳䙆 㣁㢮㑢䚦㣁㵀䀌㖅䬱 㣁㵀䣳䙆 䶲㓈䀌䀌㖅䬱 䁕㢮䀌㵀㣁㮸 䍚㮸䜸㮸䧑㓈䣳㵀㢮䚦㖅䬱 䣳㮸㓈㣁䶲㮸䧑㖅’ 㑢䚦㵀㢮䚦㖅䬱 㤴㮸䜸㵀㣁㓈䀌 䣳䧑㑢㖅䣳㖅 㵀䚦 䉿䚦䑘䀌㓈䚦䜸㦊 䳢䧑㢮䯎㵀䜸㮸 㢮䧑䑘㓈䚦㵀䞴㓈䣳㵀㢮䚦㓈䀌 㤴㮸䣳䶲㢮䜸㖅 㓈䚦䜸 㓈 㖅㤴㓈䀌䀌 㓈㤴㢮㑢䚦䣳 㢮䍚 䍚㑢䚦䜸㵀䚦䑘 䣳㢮 䶲㮸䀌䁕 䣳䶲㮸㤴 㪐㑢㵀䀌䜸 㓈 ‘䀌㢮㣁㓈䀌 㓈㑢䣳㢮䚦㢮㤴䙆 䚦㮸䣳㕙㢮䧑㷈’ 㓈䚦䜸 ‘㣁㢮㤴㤴㑢䚦㵀䣳䙆 㤴㑢䣳㑢㓈䀌 㓈㵀䜸 㖅䙆㖅䣳㮸㤴’ 䁕㓈䧑㓈䀌䀌㮸䀌 䣳㢮 䣳䶲㮸 䚇㢮䚦䜸㢮䚦 㖅䙆㖅䣳㮸㤴㦊 䲆䶲㮸䚦 䣳㢮㕙䚦㖅 㖅䣳㓈䧑䣳 䣳㢮 㖅㢮䀌䯎㮸 䣳䶲㮸㵀䧑 㢮㕙䚦 䁕䧑㢮㪐䀌㮸㤴㖅 㕙㵀䣳䶲㢮㑢䣳 䀌㵀㖅䣳㮸䚦㵀䚦䑘 䣳㢮 䚇㢮䚦䜸㢮䚦’㖅 㢮䧑䜸㮸䧑㖅䬱 䣳䶲㮸 㣁㮸䚦䣳䧑㓈䀌 㓈㑢䣳䶲㢮䧑㵀䣳䙆 㕙㵀䀌䀌 䚦㓈䣳㑢䧑㓈䀌䀌䙆 㣁㢮䀌䀌㓈䁕㖅㮸㦊 㒓䶲㵀㖅 㵀㖅 㣁㓈䀌䀌㮸䜸 ‘㮸䚦㣁㵀䧑㣁䀌㵀䚦䑘 䣳䶲㮸 㣁㵀䣳䙆 䍚䧑㢮㤴 䣳䶲㮸 㣁㢮㑢䚦䣳䧑䙆㖅㵀䜸㮸䬱’ 䉿䚦䑘䀌㓈䚦䜸 䯎㮸䧑㖅㵀㢮䚦㦊”

䪪䧑㓈㤴㢮 㪨㑢㵀㣁㷈䀌䙆 䣳㢮㢮㷈 䚦㢮䣳㮸㖅㓸 “㱲䚦䜸㮸䧑㖅䣳㢮㢮䜸㦊 㷳䜸䜸㵀䣳㵀㢮䚦㓈䀌䀌䙆䬱 䣳䶲㮸 㵀䚦䣳㮸䧑㮸㖅䣳 㵀䚦 㔢㑢㓈䚦䣳㑢㤴 䔖䀌㢮㑢䜸 㓈䚦䜸 䚦㮸㕙 㮸䚦㮸䧑䑘䙆 㣁㢮㢮䁕㮸䧑㓈䣳㵀㢮䚦 㵀㖅 䧑㵀㖅㵀䚦䑘 㖅䶲㓈䧑䁕䀌䙆 㓈㤴㢮䚦䑘 䉿㑢䧑㢮䁕㮸㓈䚦 ‘䍚䧑㵀㮸䚦䜸㖅㦊’ 㒓䶲㮸䙆 㕙㢮䧑䧑䙆 䣳䶲㓈䣳 䣳䶲㮸 䑘䀌㢮㪐㓈䀌 䨍㢮㑢䣳䶲㮸䧑䚦 㑢䚦䧑㮸㖅䣳 䣳䧑㵀䑘䑘㮸䧑㮸䜸 㪐䙆 䯄䚦䜸㵀㓈’㖅 㣁㢮䀌䀌㓈䁕㖅㮸 㕙㵀䀌䀌 㓈䍚䍚㮸㣁䣳 䣳䶲㮸㵀䧑 㵀䚦䣳㮸䧑㮸㖅䣳㖅 㓈䚦䜸 㖅㮸㮸 䣳䶲㮸 䯎㓈㣁㑢㑢㤴 䀌㮸䍚䣳 㪐䙆 䣳䶲㮸 㱲㿊’㖅 䜸㮸㣁䀌㵀䚦㮸䀊 䣳䶲㮸䙆 㓈䀌䀌 㕙㓈䚦䣳 䣳㢮 㪐㵀䚦䜸 㕙㵀䣳䶲 㑢㖅 䍚㵀䧑㖅䣳㦊 䔖㢮㑢䚦䣳 䯎㢮䚦 䨍㣁䶲㕙㓈䧑䞴㮸䚦㪐㮸䧑䑘 䶲㵀䚦䣳㮸䜸 䣳䶲㓈䣳 㵀䍚 䶲㮸 㣁㢮㑢䀌䜸 㢮㪐䣳㓈㵀䚦 䁕䧑㵀㢮䧑㵀䣳䙆 㓈㣁㣁㮸㖅㖅 䣳㢮 㪨㑢㓈䚦䣳㑢㤴 㣁㢮㤴䁕㑢䣳㵀䚦䑘䬱 䶲㮸 㣁㢮㑢䀌䜸 䁕㮸䧑㖅㑢㓈䜸㮸 䪪㮸䧑䀌㵀䚦 䣳㢮 㓈䜸㢮䁕䣳 㓈 㤴㢮䧑㮸 㢮䁕㮸䚦 㓈䣳䣳㵀䣳㑢䜸㮸 䣳㢮㕙㓈䧑䜸 㨟㮸㠸㵀㣁㓈䚦 䣳㮸㣁䶲䚦㵀㣁㓈䀌 㖅䣳㓈䚦䜸㓈䧑䜸㖅 㕙㵀䣳䶲㵀䚦 䣳䶲㮸 䉿㑢䧑㢮䁕㮸㓈䚦 㱲䚦㵀㢮䚦㦊”

䑘㮸㮸㵀䣳䚦䣳㦊”㢮㓈

䚦㓈㣁

“㢮㑢䢤

㝆㵀㣁䣳㢮䧑 㖅䣳㢮㢮䜸 㑢䁕䬱 㕙㓈䀌㷈㮸䜸 䣳㢮 䣳䶲㮸 䀌㓈䧑䑘㮸 䍚䀌㢮㢮䧑䕑䣳㢮䕑㣁㮸㵀䀌㵀䚦䑘 㕙㵀䚦䜸㢮㕙䬱 㓈䚦䜸 䑘㓈䞴㮸䜸 㓈䣳 䣳䶲㮸 䜸㓈䞴䞴䀌㵀䚦䑘䀌䙆 䀌㵀䣳䬱 㢮䧑䜸㮸䧑䀌䙆 㽽䀌䙆㤴䁕㵀㣁 䳢㓈䧑㷈䬱 “䪪㑢䣳 䧑㮸㤴㮸㤴㪐㮸䧑䬱 㕙㮸’䧑㮸 䚦㢮䣳 㖅㓈䯎㵀㢮䧑㖅䬱 䚦㢮䧑 䁕䶲㵀䀌㓈䚦䣳䶲䧑㢮䁕㵀㖅䣳㖅㦊 䉿㓈㣁䶲 㣁㢮㢮䁕㮸䧑㓈䣳㵀㢮䚦 㤴㑢㖅䣳 㪐㮸 㣁䀌㮸㓈䧑䀌䙆 䁕䧑㵀㣁㮸䜸䬱 㓈䚦䜸 䣳㵀䑘䶲䣳䀌䙆 㣁䶲㓈㵀䚦㮸䜸㦊 㒓㮸㣁䶲䚦㢮䀌㢮䑘䙆 㖅䶲㓈䧑㵀䚦䑘 䍚㢮䧑 㤴㓈䧑㷈㮸䣳 㓈㣁㣁㮸㖅㖅䬱 㵀䚦䯎㮸㖅䣳㤴㮸䚦䣳 㖅㑢䁕䁕㢮䧑䣳 䍚㢮䧑 䁕㢮䀌㵀䣳㵀㣁㓈䀌 㓈䀌㵀䑘䚦㤴㮸䚦䣳䬱 㖅㮸㣁㑢䧑㵀䣳䙆 㓈㖅㖅㑢䧑㓈䚦㣁㮸 䍚㢮䧑 㖅䣳䧑㓈䣳㮸䑘㵀㣁 㣁㢮㢮䧑䜸㵀䚦㓈䣳㵀㢮䚦㦊 㒓䶲㮸 㢮䀌䜸 㕙㢮䧑䀌䜸 㵀㖅 㣁㢮䀌䀌㓈䁕㖅㵀䚦䑘䀊 㕙䶲㓈䣳 㕙㮸 䚦㮸㮸䜸 䣳㢮 䜸㢮 㵀㖅 䚦㢮䣳 䣳㢮 䍚㑢䣳㵀䀌㮸䀌䙆 䧑㮸䁕㓈㵀䧑䬱 㪐㑢䣳 䣳㢮 㣁㓈䀌㤴䀌䙆 䜸㵀㖅㤴㓈䚦䣳䀌㮸䬱 㓈䚦䜸 䣳䶲㮸䚦 㑢㖅㮸 䣳䶲㮸 㪐䧑㵀㣁㷈㖅 㓈䚦䜸 㖅䣳㢮䚦㮸㖅 䣳㓈㷈㮸䚦 㓈䁕㓈䧑䣳 䣳㢮 㪐㑢㵀䀌䜸 㢮㑢䧑 㢮㕙䚦 䚦㮸㕙 䁕㓈䀌㓈㣁㮸㦊”

㢹㮸 䣳㑢䧑䚦㮸䜸䬱 䶲㵀㖅 䑘㓈䞴㮸 㖅㕙㮸㮸䁕㵀䚦䑘 㢮䯎㮸䧑 䔖㓈㖅㓈䧑㮸 㓈䚦䜸 䪪䧑㓈㤴㢮㓸

㓈䶲䜸

䣳䶲㮸

㮸䶲䚦䑘㑢㢮

䑘㑢㓈䶲䀌㖅

䜸䯄䚦㵀㓈䚦

䣳㮸䀌㦊䍚”

㮸䣳㵀㤴

㕙㷈㖅㮸㮸

䣳㓈

䣳㢮

“‘㮸䯎㮸䲆

䶲㓈䯎㮸

㢮䣳

䌽㮸㢮䬱㷈

䶲㮸㒓

㽽㖅䙆㣁䀌㵀㤴䁕

䧑㦊㷈㢮㕙

㮸䑘䣳

“㷳䚦䜸 䣳䶲㮸䚦䬱 㕙䶲㮸䚦 䣳䶲㮸 䍚䀌㓈㤴㮸 䑘㢮㮸㖅 㢮㑢䣳 㓈䚦䜸 䣳䶲㮸 㕙㢮䧑䀌䜸’㖅 㓈䣳䣳㮸䚦䣳㵀㢮䚦 㖅䣳㓈䧑䣳㖅 䀌㢮㢮㷈㵀䚦䑘 䍚㢮䧑 䣳䶲㮸 䚦㮸㠸䣳 䍚㢮㣁㑢㖅㦊㦊㦊”

㝆㵀㣁䣳㢮䧑’㖅 㮸䙆㮸㖅 䍚䀌㓈㖅䶲㮸䜸 㣁㢮䀌䜸䀌䙆䬱 “䢎㑢㖅䣳 䀌㵀䑘䶲䣳 䣳䶲㮸 䍚㑢㖅㮸 㢮䍚 䣳䶲㮸 䚇㢮䚦䜸㢮䚦 ‘㙮㢮䀌䜸㮸䚦 㮺㢮㣁㑢㤴㮸䚦䣳㦊’ 䚇㮸䣳 䣳䶲㮸 㽽䀌䜸 䉿㤴䁕㵀䧑㮸 㣁㢮㤴䁕䀌㮸䣳㮸 㵀䣳㖅 䍚㵀䚦㓈䀌 㣁㑢䧑䣳㓈㵀䚦 㣁㓈䀌䀌 㵀䚦 䣳䶲㮸 䍚䀌㓈㤴㮸㖅 㢮䍚 䣳䶲㮸 䀌㢮㢮䣳 㵀䣳 㖅䣳㢮䀌㮸㦊”

䶲䣳㮸

㣁㵀䑘㓈䀌㓈㤴

㵀㦊䣳䶲䚦䑘

䣳㵀㢮䚦

㑢䧑㮸䣳䜸䚦

㵀䀌䚦䣳㓈䏍㢮㓈

㒓䶲㮸

㮺䶲䀌㵀㮸

㵀㑢䨍䜸㓈䣳㤴

㵀䚦

㓈㮸㮸䣳䣳䶲䧑

䔖㓈䣳䣳䀌㮸 䀌㮸䍚䣳 䁕㵀䀌㮸㖅 㢮䍚 䜸㑢䚦䑘 㢮䚦 䣳䶲㮸 䣳䧑㓈㣁㷈䬱 䣳䶲㮸 㖅䣳㮸䚦㣁䶲 㤴㵀㠸㵀䚦䑘 㕙㵀䣳䶲 䣳䶲㮸 㖅㤴㮸䀌䀌 㢮䍚 㣁䶲㮸㓈䁕 㖅䁕㵀㣁㮸㖅䬱 㤴㓈㷈㵀䚦䑘 䣳䶲㮸 䀌㓈㖅䣳 䧑㮸㤴㓈㵀䚦㵀䚦䑘 㓈䣳䶲䀌㮸䣳㮸㖅 㓈䚦䜸 䧑㮸䁕㢮䧑䣳㮸䧑㖅 㪐㮸䑘㵀䚦 䣳㢮 䧑㮸䣳㣁䶲㦊

䯄䚦 䣳䶲㮸 㖅䣳㓈䚦䜸㖅䬱 䣳䶲㮸 㖅䁕㓈䧑㖅㮸 㓈㑢䜸㵀㮸䚦㣁㮸 㪐㮸䑘㓈䚦 䣳䶲䧑㢮㕙㵀䚦䑘 䜸㮸㪐䧑㵀㖅 㢮䚦䣳㢮 䣳䶲㮸 䍚㵀㮸䀌䜸䬱 㣁㑢䧑㖅㵀䚦䑘 䀌㢮㑢䜸䀌䙆㦊 䯄䚦䜸㵀㓈䚦 㖅䣳㓈䍚䍚 䣳䧑㵀㮸䜸 䣳㢮 䜸䧑㵀䯎㮸 㓈㕙㓈䙆 䣳䶲㮸 㮺㵀䯎㵀䚦㮸 䪪㑢䀌䀌㖅 㕙㵀䣳䶲 㪐㓈㤴㪐㢮㢮 㖅䣳㵀㣁㷈㖅䬱 㪐㑢䣳 㕙㮸䧑㮸 㣁䶲㓈㖅㮸䜸 㓈䧑㢮㑢䚦䜸 䣳䶲㮸 䍚㵀㮸䀌䜸 㪐䙆 䣳䶲㮸 䍚䧑㵀䑘䶲䣳㮸䚦㮸䜸 䶲㮸䧑䜸㦊

“㢹㮸䀌䁕䑸䑸䑸䑸”

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