novelraw Chapter 1610: 1603: Lu Tianxing's Request
Chapter 1610: 1603: Lu Tianxing's Request
Capítulo 1610: Chapter 1603: Lu Tianxing’s Request
“Of course, the title of my son’s godfather has to belong to you, boss. Anyone who dares fight for it, I’ll take them on.”
Hearing Lu Tianxing’s words, Starving Ghost laughed heartily and didn’t say much more. Instead, he looked at Lu Tianxing and said, “Boss, I heard that this time the Holy Mountain has sent people to China to deal with you?”
“Yes.”
Lu Tianxing nodded.
“Boss, as far as I know, the people from the Holy Mountain have always been holed up in the West and would never leave it. Even though you killed their people in New York last time, given Holy Mountain’s style, they wouldn’t risk entering China. Their appearance here is definitely not just about revenge—I’m suspicious they have another purpose.” Po Jun said, looking at Lu Tianxing with a serious expression.
“If I’m not mistaken, the reason Holy Mountain is taking the risk to enter China is probably because of it.”
Saying that, Lu Tianxing was driving with one hand while taking out two rings from his body with the other and tossing them to Starving Ghost beside him.
Starving Ghost caught the two rings Lu Tianxing threw over and examined them with Po Jun and Tan Lang, then exclaimed in surprise, “Boss, are these the Four Symbols Rings? I’ve heard that once they’re all gathered, they form a map that opens the Ancient Qin Qi Refiner’s Tomb, granting the power of immortality. And you have two of them.”
Lu Tianxing nodded, glanced at Starving Ghost, and said, “That’s right, it’s them. The Holy Mountain’s appearance in China this time is likely all about these Four Symbols Rings. Aren’t you excited about it? It’s the power of immortality.”
“Excited? What good does excitement do? Anyone who believes it is a fool.”
Starving Ghost casually tossed the rings to Tan Lang and Po Jun behind him for them to see, then said dismissively, “If there really was immortal power, how did that Ancient Qin Qi Refiner die? Immortality that’s still killable is useless. Besides, what use is eternal life? We should live life to the fullest. I don’t want to watch everyone around me grow old and die while my appearance stays the same. That’s not immortality; it’s endless torture. Only a madman would want that. Living for a hundred years is enough for me.”
Tan Lang and Po Jun both nodded in agreement. A person’s life is exciting because it’s only a fleeting century, filled with joys and sorrows, sweets and bitters. Immortality holds no allure for them. They don’t wish to see everyone around them die while they remain unchanged. That would be the greatest torment, a true life sentence.
“Madmen?”
Lu Tianxing smiled wryly and remarked, “But there are many people in this world who want to be such madmen.”
“Who cares how many there are? Anyone who dares to cause us trouble, we’ll kill as many as come. Let this group of bastards know why we’re called the Life-Reaping Yama. Once this is over, I’ll take people to the United States for a spin and mess them up.” Starving Ghost said with a bloodthirsty look.
“Exactly, boss, you just tell us what to do, and we’ll follow your lead. This time, we’ll make sure they come but don’t go back, live but don’t survive.” Po Jun said coldly.
“Kill!”
Tan Lang spat out the word coldly.
Lu Tianxing took a deep breath and resolutely said, “This time we brothers will create seas of blood; those who block our path will be killed without mercy.”
The three words ‘kill without mercy’ fully demonstrated the intense killing intent within Lu Tianxing’s heart. Since they are enemies, there’s no need to hold back. Stop at nothing, slaughter till rivers of blood flow, till the blood can carry logs.
Driving along the navigation for about an hour, Lu Tianxing finally arrived at a private restaurant.
Having already booked a private room over a call on the way to pick up Starving Ghost, Lu Tianxing and the others didn’t have to wait, even during the peak dining time. They went to the counter, gave their name, and soon a waiter came over to guide Lu Tianxing and his companions to their private room.
When they arrived at the room’s entrance, the waiter knocked on the door, then stood aside, signaling Lu Tianxing and the others to enter.
Without any hesitation, Lu Tianxing indicated to the waiter to serve the dishes, then pushed open the door and walked in first.
But when they walked into the private room, a chilling killing intent suddenly exploded from the bodies of Starving Ghost, Tan Lang, and Po Jun. True Qi surged around them, filling the room with an undeniable ferocious aura. Their gaze fell directly onto a young man inside the room.
Sitting in the room was a young man in traditional Chinese attire, toying with a small teacup in his hand, as if he was unaffected by the intimidating presence of the three. He said lightly, “Judge, is this how you treat your guests?”
Lu Tianxing glanced at Sima Lingyun and gestured to the three, saying, “Starving Ghost, no need to be tense. Sima Lingyun is my guest.”
Upon hearing Lu Tianxing’s words, the killing intent and aura from the bodies of the three gradually faded. However, the cautious look in their eyes didn’t dissipate at all; their gaze remained on Sima Lingyun, ready to act if he made any sudden moves.
Sima Lingyun cast a glance at Starving Ghost and the others, then looked at Lu Tianxing and said, “Judge, why did you ask me here today? Don’t tell me it’s just for a meal.”
“Don’t just stand there, take a seat!”
Lu Tianxing gestured for the three to sit, then looked at Sima Lingyun and said, “Sima Lingyun, I asked you here because I hope you can do me a favor and use your authority to grant Starving Ghost and his group a legitimate identity.”
“Give them a legitimate identity.”
Upon hearing Lu Tianxing’s request, Sima Lingyun furrowed his brow slightly and refused without hesitation, “That’s impossible. I have already taken a big risk by allowing your Netherworld Mercenary Corps into Beijing. Granting them a legitimate identity is absolutely out of the question.”
The people of the Netherworld Mercenary Corps are simply a bunch of complete madmen. Allowing them to have legitimate, normal identities in China is like placing a bunch of ticking time bombs in the country. These bombs could explode at any moment, with unimaginable consequences.
“Sima Lingyun, what do you mean by this? Do you think we care about your identity? Pfft, in my eyes, your Yanhuang Group is just a dog, a dog that only knows how to bite its own people. When it comes to the people from Holy Mountain and the American Superhero Team arriving in China, you’re too scared to make a sound and only know how to bite your own. Pfft, people like you are the ones I despise the most.”
Starving Ghost sneered, openly ridiculing, as he had a deep disdain for bureaucrats, who he believed only knew how to boast but didn’t dare to do anything significant.
Upon hearing Starving Ghost’s words, Sima Lingyun’s face turned ugly. A wave of Sword Intent suddenly rose from his body, fluctuating, indicating his immense anger, though he didn’t let it show.
For Starving Ghost’s words were not unfounded. The Yanhuang Group is now a mere facade, unable to take any decisive actions. Even though he has recently cleaned out some corruption within the group with ruthless methods, it hasn’t improved the situation at all.
The leading families in Beijing have occupied key positions in the Yanhuang Group. Expelling them would critically wound the group, turning it into a paper tiger with little real strength.
In this matter, he feels powerless. If he were to mobilize family resources within the Yanhuang Group against Holy Mountain and the American Superhero Team’s people, it might create even greater problems. Who knows if these families might collaborate with Holy Mountain out of self-interest.
“Starving Ghost, shut your mouth and sit quietly.”
Lu Tianxing reprimanded Starving Ghost, then looked at Sima Lingyun and said, “Sima Lingyun, you know Starving Ghost’s temper. I apologize on his behalf. But the reason I called you here today is because I genuinely hope you can grant them a legitimate identity. In return, if you agree, I can promise that all the power of the Netherworld Mercenary Corps will be merged into the Yanhuang Group. Moreover, I can have Starving Ghost and his team join the Yanhuang Group. What do you think?”
“What, Boss, you can’t do that. We don’t need any damn identity. You can’t just give away the Netherworld Mercenary Corps. You built it up from nothing.”
Starving Ghost, Tan Lang, and Po Jun, having heard Lu Tianxing’s words, turned ashen, jumping up from their seats, their eyes red as they looked at Lu Tianxing. The Netherworld Mercenary Corps was his brainchild, which he developed through life-and-death struggles. It carried his blood, sweat, and tears, akin to a son.
Now, to grant them a legitimate identity, he was willing to give it up. How could they not be shaken?
“Boss, we don’t need any identity. What’s the point of a legitimate identity for us? We’ve gotten used to living freely and don’t want to be bound by any label,” Tan Lang, usually quiet, spoke up for once.
Po Jun also added, “Boss, Tan Lang and Starving Ghost are right. We aren’t worth such a sacrifice….”
蘆
魯
㚓㼬䓖㸯䳚䵅㘣
㱃㮺㮺䵅
老
䟻㵖
㼬㾶䰌㘣䵅䶄䵅
䵅㩗䟻
㜾㱃㚓䤏
㜾䁩㼬䵅䳚㘣㮺䓖㚓
䵅㚓㜈
䳚䀲㼬㮺䰌
爐
㠻㮺㚓䀲䤏㮺䵅㸯䀲
㮺㮺䉢䶄䀲䒵
䒵㩠
䀲䤏㮺䶄䐉㜈㚓䁩
䐉㸯
䳚㼬
盧
䶄”㱃䰌㮺㾶䀲䀲䇗
㼬䳚
路
㸯䶄䀲䟻
㾶䂥䶄
䶄䒵
䰌䶄
䶄䵅䰌
䟻㸯䇗䶄
䁩㖨䀲䳚䶄
魯
㮺䀲㼬䟻䁩㮺䰌䵅䰌㜈䀲
盧
䤏䶄䟻㜈䮫
㚓䀲㮺
䰌㼬䂥䟻䶄䰌㾶
䐉㮺
爐
䳚㼬䞕㾶
㮺㼬䳚䮫㘖
㡐䶄
㼬䰌
䰌䳚䶄䁩
䒵䶄䀲
䀲㚓㜈㮺䇗䮫㚓㸯
㜈䵅㼬㮺䓖䳚䤏㼬䶄
㸯䟻䶄
䐉㸯
㩠
㼬䵅㾶㼬䒵䳚
㜈㜈㚓㮺
䶄㜾㓆䀲䓖
䐉㸯
䶄㚓䵅䵅㸯㮺
㮺㮺䂥’䀲䰌䵅
䞕㮺㾶
䰌䶄
㮺㚓㘖㾶
㼬䵅
䶄㾶㱃䇗㮺䳚䀲䀲䰌
䳚㼬
擄
䟻䂥䮫䶄㜈
㮺䴪䂥
䂥䶄㮺㾶㮺㜈䀲䴪䰌䮫䀲
䵅㚓㘣㼬㟻㼬䞕䵅
㼬㼬䶄䰌䵅㮺䳚㚓䰌㾶䓖
㓆䶄䟻
䟻䓖䁩
㼬㘣㼬䵅䀲㜾䳚
㚓䮫䮫
“䰌㾶䟻㬸
䇗㸯䟻䶄
㥛㼬䰌㾶 䰌㾶㮺䳚㮺 䂥䶄䀲㜈䳚䓖 㵖䟻 䞕㼬㚓䵅㟻㼬䵅㘣 䰌䟻䀲䵅㮺㜈 㾶㼬䳚 㘣㚓㾇㮺 㱃㚓䤏㜾 䰌䶄 㬸㼬䐉㚓 㵖㼬䵅㘣㸯䟻䵅 㚓䵅㜈 䳚䮫䶄䂥䮫㸯 䳚㚓㼬㜈䓖 “㬸䶄䓖 㬸㼬䐉㚓 㵖㼬䵅㘣㸯䟻䵅䓖 䂥㾶㚓䰌 㜈䶄 㸯䶄䟻 䰌㾶㼬䵅㜾㮭 㥛㼬䰌㾶 㬸䰌㚓䀲㘖㼬䵅㘣 䠂㾶䶄䳚䰌 㚓䵅㜈 䰌㾶㮺 䶄䰌㾶㮺䀲䳚 䓩䶄㼬䵅㼬䵅㘣 䰌㾶㮺 㓆㚓䵅㾶䟻㚓䵅㘣 䠂䀲䶄䟻䁩䓖 㸯䶄䟻 䤏㚓䵅 㮺䳚䰌㚓㱃䮫㼬䳚㾶 㚓 䮫㚓䂥 㮺䵅䒵䶄䀲䤏㮺䐉㮺䵅䰌 䰌㮺㚓䐉 䰌䶄 䶄䁩㮺䀲㚓䰌㮺 㱃䶄䰌㾶 㼬䵅䰌㮺䀲䵅㚓䮫䮫㸯 㚓䵅㜈 㮺㟻䰌㮺䀲䵅㚓䮫䮫㸯䇗 䞕㾶㼬䳚 䂥㼬䮫䮫 㮺䵅䳚䟻䀲㮺 䰌㾶㚓䰌 㸯䶄䟻 㾶㚓㘖㮺 䤏䶄䐉䁩䮫㮺䰌㮺 䤏䶄䵅䰌䀲䶄䮫 䶄㘖㮺䀲 䰌㾶㮺 㓆㚓䵅㾶䟻㚓䵅㘣 䠂䀲䶄䟻䁩䇗 㖨䶄䟻䁩䮫㮺㜈 䂥㼬䰌㾶 䰌㾶㮺 䁩䶄䂥㮺䀲 䶄䒵 䰌㾶㮺 䴪㮺䰌㾶㮺䀲䂥䶄䀲䮫㜈 㠻㮺䀲䤏㮺䵅㚓䀲㸯 㖨䶄䀲䁩䳚䓖 㸯䶄䟻 䤏䶄䟻䮫㜈 㜾㼬䤏㜾 䶄䟻䰌 㚓䮫䮫 䰌㾶㮺 䒵㚓䐉㼬䮫㸯 䐉㮺䐉㱃㮺䀲䳚 䂥㼬䰌㾶㼬䵅 䰌㾶㮺 㓆㚓䵅㾶䟻㚓䵅㘣 䠂䀲䶄䟻䁩 䂥㼬䰌㾶䶄䟻䰌 䳚㾶㚓㜾㼬䵅㘣 㼬䰌䳚 䒵䶄䟻䵅㜈㚓䰌㼬䶄䵅䇗 㩠 䤏㚓䵅 㚓䳚䳚䟻䀲㮺 㸯䶄䟻 䰌㾶㚓䰌 㬸䰌㚓䀲㘖㼬䵅㘣 䠂㾶䶄䳚䰌 㚓䵅㜈 䰌㾶㮺 䶄䰌㾶㮺䀲䳚 䂥㼬䮫䮫 䵅䶄䰌 䤏㚓䟻䳚㮺 㚓䵅㸯 䰌䀲䶄䟻㱃䮫㮺 㼬䵅 䰌㾶㮺 㓆㚓䵅㾶䟻㚓䵅㘣 䠂䀲䶄䟻䁩䓖 䳚䶄 䂥㾶㚓䰌 㜈䶄 㸯䶄䟻 䳚㚓㸯㮭”
㬸㼬䐉㚓 㵖㼬䵅㘣㸯䟻䵅 㜈㼬㜈 䵅䶄䰌 㼬䐉䐉㮺㜈㼬㚓䰌㮺䮫㸯 䀲㮺䒵䟻䳚㮺 㵖䟻 䞕㼬㚓䵅㟻㼬䵅㘣’䳚 䶄䒵䒵㮺䀲 㱃䟻䰌 㼬䵅䳚䰌㮺㚓㜈 䮫䶄䂥㮺䀲㮺㜈 㾶㼬䳚 㾶㮺㚓㜈 㚓䵅㜈 㱃㮺㘣㚓䵅 䰌䶄 䤏䶄䵅䰌㮺䐉䁩䮫㚓䰌㮺䇗
䶄䂥㜈䟻䮫
㼬㘖㮺䮫㘣㚓䵅
䁩䟻䀲䶄䠂
㚓䵅䐉㼬
䁩䟻䓖㘣䀲䶄
䓖㼬㜈㜈
㮺㾶䰌
䂥䶄㾶㼬䰌䰌䟻
㮺䀲䂥䁩䶄
㚓䮫㼬㸯䒵䐉
䰌䶄
㘣䰌䀲㼬㮺
㾶䂥㸯
㮺㾶
䰌㾶㮺
㘣䵅㚓䟻㾶䵅㚓㓆
㚓䮫䮫
㮺䀲䰌㾶䰌䵅㘣䳚䇗
䳚㮺䶄䒵䀲䤏
㾶㮺
䤏䳚㮺㱃㚓䟻㮺
㮺䐉䮫㚓䳚㼬㼬’䒵
㮺䀲㜈㚓
䶄䀲䐉䒵
㮺䰌㾶
䳚㚓䂥
䮫㟻䁩㮺㮺
㚓䀲䶄㮺䳚䵅
㚓
㾶䞕㮺
䳚㚓㼬㚓㘣䰌䵅
㼬䳚䮫㚓䳚䟻䰌㱃㚓䰌䵅
㼬㮺㸯㱃㚓㼬䰌㘖䵅䮫
㸯䵅㚓
䟻䶄䁩䠂䀲
‘㜈䰌䵅㼬㜈
䶄䵅䤏㮺
䵅㚓㓆㾶䟻䵅㚓㘣
㚓㮺䁩䁩䀲
䵅䂥㼬㼬㾶䰌
䰌䤏㚓
䰌㮺䁩㸯䓖䐉
㾶䰌㮺
䰌㮺㾶
㾶㮺
㶜䶄䂥㮺㘖㮺䀲䓖 㼬䒵 䰌㾶㮺 䁩䶄䂥㮺䀲 䶄䒵 䰌㾶㮺 䴪㮺䰌㾶㮺䀲䂥䶄䀲䮫㜈 㠻㮺䀲䤏㮺䵅㚓䀲㸯 㖨䶄䀲䁩䳚 䓩䶄㼬䵅㮺㜈䓖 㼬䰌 䂥䶄䟻䮫㜈 䳚䰌㚓㱃㼬䮫㼬㾇㮺 䰌㾶㮺 㓆㚓䵅㾶䟻㚓䵅㘣 䠂䀲䶄䟻䁩 㜈䟻䀲㼬䵅㘣 䰌㾶㼬䳚 䁩㮺䀲㼬䶄㜈 䶄䒵 䂥㮺㚓㜾䵅㮺䳚䳚䇗 㠻䶄䀲㮺䶄㘖㮺䀲䓖 㼬䒵 㬸䰌㚓䀲㘖㼬䵅㘣 䠂㾶䶄䳚䰌 㚓䵅㜈 䶄䰌㾶㮺䀲䳚 䓩䶄㼬䵅䓖 㼬䰌 䂥䶄䟻䮫㜈 㱃㮺 㚓䳚 㼬䒵 㵖䟻 䞕㼬㚓䵅㟻㼬䵅㘣 㾶㼬䐉䳚㮺䮫䒵 䂥㚓䳚 㱃㼬䵅㜈㼬䵅㘣 㾶㼬䐉䳚㮺䮫䒵 䰌䶄 䰌㾶㮺 䒵㚓䰌㮺 䶄䒵 䰌㾶㮺 㓆㚓䵅㾶䟻㚓䵅㘣 䠂䀲䶄䟻䁩䇗
㩠䒵 㬸䰌㚓䀲㘖㼬䵅㘣 䠂㾶䶄䳚䰌 㚓䵅㜈 㾶㼬䳚 䰌㮺㚓䐉 㮺䵅䤏䶄䟻䵅䰌㮺䀲 㜈㚓䵅㘣㮺䀲 㼬䵅 䰌㾶㮺 䒵䟻䰌䟻䀲㮺䓖 㵖䟻 䞕㼬㚓䵅㟻㼬䵅㘣 䂥䶄䟻䮫㜈 䵅䶄䰌 䳚䰌㚓䵅㜈 㱃㸯䇗 䀴䤏㿒䟻㼬䀲㼬䵅㘣 䮫㮺㘣㼬䰌㼬䐉㚓䰌㮺 㼬㜈㮺䵅䰌㼬䰌㼬㮺䳚 䒵䶄䀲 䰌㾶㮺䐉 㼬䵅 㮺㟻䤏㾶㚓䵅㘣㮺 䒵䶄䀲 䳚䟻㱃䳚䰌㚓䵅䰌㼬㚓䮫 䳚䟻䁩䁩䶄䀲䰌 㼬䳚 㚓 㜈㮺㚓䮫 䰌㾶㚓䰌 䤏㚓䵅 䶄䵅䮫㸯 䁩䀲䶄䒵㼬䰌 㚓䵅㜈 䵅㮺㘖㮺䀲 䮫䶄䳚㮺䇗
䰌䀲䟻䵅
䰌䀲㼬㚓㘣䵅㘖㬸
䞕䵅㘣㼬㟻㚓䵅㼬
䉢䟻䰌
䶄䰌
䟻㜈䳚䀲䟻㮺䶄䐉䀲
㮺䤏䵅䶄
䐉䵅㚓㼬䤏䳚㾶㮺䓖
䶄㘣䁩䟻䀲
䶄㜾㸯㚓䓖
䳚䵅䰌㜾䀲㘣㼬㼬
䇗䤏䶄䶄䀲䵅䰌䮫
㸯䶄㮺䵅䳚㚓䵅’
䵅䂥䀲㮺㾶䇗㮺㚓㸯
䒵䶄
䵅㟻㼬㚓䞕㘣㼬䓖䵅
㚓
䮫䶄䵅㘣
䐉㚓䳚䤏䇗䵅㚓㼬
䰌㮺㾶㸯
䀴䳚
㚓䳚
㾶㼬䳚
㾶䳚䰌䠂䶄
㜈㮺㜈㸯䮫㚓
䵅䰌䳚㾶䶄㘣䐉㼬㮺
䂥䶄㜈䀲䳚
䀲䂥䤏㮺
䁩㚓䳚㾶䁩䵅㮺
㾶㸯䰌㮺
䳚㼬
㵖䟻
䒵䶄
㚓㜈䵅
㜈㱃㮺㸯䶄䵅
㚓䀲㮺
䵅䶄㼬䰌
䟻㵖
㮺㚓㱃䤏䁩㚓䮫
㚓
㮺䀲㚓
䟻䉢䓖䰌
䞕㾶㼬䳚 㼬䳚 㬸㼬䐉㚓 㵖㼬䵅㘣㸯䟻䵅’䳚 㱃㼬㘣㘣㮺䳚䰌 㾶㮺㚓㜈㚓䤏㾶㮺䇗 㩠䰌’䳚 㚓 㜈䶄䟻㱃䮫㮺㯁㮺㜈㘣㮺㜈 䳚䂥䶄䀲㜈 䰌㾶㚓䰌 䤏㚓䵅 㱃䀲㼬䵅㘣 㘣䀲㮺㚓䰌 㱃㮺䵅㮺䒵㼬䰌䳚 㼬䒵 䟻䳚㮺㜈 䂥㮺䮫䮫䓖 㱃䟻䰌 㼬䒵 䟻䳚㮺㜈 䁩䶄䶄䀲䮫㸯䓖 䰌㾶㮺 䤏䶄䵅䳚㮺㿒䟻㮺䵅䤏㮺䳚 㚓䀲㮺 䟻䵅㼬䐉㚓㘣㼬䵅㚓㱃䮫㮺䇗
䞕㾶䶄䟻㘣㾶䰌䳚 䂥㾶㼬䀲䮫㮺㜈 㼬䵅 㬸㼬䐉㚓 㵖㼬䵅㘣㸯䟻䵅’䳚 䐉㼬䵅㜈 䒵䶄䀲 㚓 䮫䶄䵅㘣 䰌㼬䐉㮺 㱃㮺䒵䶄䀲㮺 㾶㮺 䒵㼬䵅㚓䮫䮫㸯 䀲㚓㼬䳚㮺㜈 㾶㼬䳚 㾶㮺㚓㜈䓖 㮺㟻㾶㚓䮫㮺㜈 䳚䮫䶄䂥䮫㸯䓖 㚓䵅㜈 䳚㚓㼬㜈䓖 “㩗䟻㜈㘣㮺䓖 㩠 䤏㚓䵅 㚓㘣䀲㮺㮺 䰌䶄 㸯䶄䟻䀲 䰌㮺䀲䐉䳚 㚓䵅㜈 㘣㼬㘖㮺 䰌㾶㮺䐉 㚓 䮫㮺㘣㼬䰌㼬䐉㚓䰌㮺 㼬㜈㮺䵅䰌㼬䰌㸯䓖 㱃䟻䰌 㸯䶄䟻 䐉䟻䳚䰌 㘣㼬㘖㮺 䐉㮺 㚓 䁩䀲䶄䐉㼬䳚㮺䇗 㓆䶄䟻 㜾䵅䶄䂥 䰌㾶㮺 㜾㼬䵅㜈 䶄䒵 䁩㮺䶄䁩䮫㮺 䰌㾶䶄䳚㮺 䰌䶄䁩 䰌㮺䵅 䮫㮺㚓㜈㮺䀲䳚 䶄䒵 䰌㾶㮺 䴪㮺䰌㾶㮺䀲䂥䶄䀲䮫㜈 㠻㮺䀲䤏㮺䵅㚓䀲㸯 㖨䶄䀲䁩䳚 㚓䀲㮺 㯁 䰌㾶㮺㸯’䀲㮺 䵅䶄䰌㾶㼬䵅㘣 㱃䟻䰌 䐉㚓䵅㼬㚓䤏䳚䇗 㩠䒵 䂥㮺 䮫㮺䰌 䰌㾶㮺䐉 䳚䰌㚓䵅㜈 㼬䵅 䰌㾶㮺 䳚䟻䵅䮫㼬㘣㾶䰌䓖 㚓䵅㜈 䰌㾶㮺㸯 㘣䶄 㱃㮺䀲䳚㮺䀲㜾䓖 㸯䶄䟻 㜾䵅䶄䂥 䰌㾶㮺 䤏䶄䵅䳚㮺㿒䟻㮺䵅䤏㮺䳚 㱃㮺䰌䰌㮺䀲 䰌㾶㚓䵅 㩠 㜈䶄䇗”
䳚㮺”䴕䰌
㜈䶄
䰌㮺㾶䐉
㚓䤏䮫䵅㮺
㩠䓖
㼬㜈䇗㚓䳚
㼬䂥䮫䮫
䟻㵖
㩠
㜈㚓䵅
㸯㘣䰌䵅㚓䵅㾶㼬
㩠䒵
㘖䵅㮺㮺
䰌䶄㜾䶄
㚓䵅㼬䞕㟻㼬䵅㘣
㮺㱃䀲䒵䶄㮺
㜈䁩㮺㮺
䓖䟻䳚㮺䳚㜈䀲㚓
䶄䟻㸯
䶄䟻䰌
䵅䳚䓖䟻㼬㮺㾶䶄
䂥㼬䮫䮫
䀲㱃㮺㚓䰌㾶
㮺䐉㾶䰌
䁩䐉䮫䰌㮺䶄㸯䮫㮺䤏䇗
䓖”㼬䵅
䳚䁩㮺䰌
䓖䳚㮺䒵䮫㸯䐉
䳚䀲䵅䀲䰌㮺㼬㚓
㮺䵅㮺㜈
㮺䰌㾶㸯
䰌䶄
䀴䒵䰌㮺䀲 㾶㮺㚓䀲㼬䵅㘣 㵖䟻 䞕㼬㚓䵅㟻㼬䵅㘣’䳚 㚓䳚䳚䟻䀲㚓䵅䤏㮺䓖 㬸㼬䐉㚓 㵖㼬䵅㘣㸯䟻䵅 㮺㟻㾶㚓䮫㮺㜈 䳚䮫䶄䂥䮫㸯 䶄䵅䤏㮺 㚓㘣㚓㼬䵅 㚓䵅㜈 䳚㚓㼬㜈䓖 “㾆㜾㚓㸯䓖 㩠 㚓㘣䀲㮺㮺 䂥㼬䰌㾶 㸯䶄䟻䇗 㩠 䤏㚓䵅 㘣㼬㘖㮺 䰌㾶㮺䐉 㚓 䮫㮺㘣㼬䰌㼬䐉㚓䰌㮺 㼬㜈㮺䵅䰌㼬䰌㸯䓖 㚓䵅㜈 㩠’䮫䮫 䳚㮺䰌 䟻䁩 㚓 䳚䁩㮺䤏㼬㚓䮫 䮫㚓䂥 㮺䵅䒵䶄䀲䤏㮺䐉㮺䵅䰌 䰌㮺㚓䐉 䂥㼬䰌㾶㼬䵅 䰌㾶㮺 㓆㚓䵅㾶䟻㚓䵅㘣 䠂䀲䶄䟻䁩䇗 䞕㾶㮺㸯 䤏㚓䵅 䓩䶄㼬䵅 䰌㾶㼬䳚 䰌㮺㚓䐉 㚓䵅㜈 䤏䶄䶄䀲㜈㼬䵅㚓䰌㮺 䂥㼬䰌㾶 䰌㾶㮺 㡐䟻䵅㼬䳚㾶䐉㮺䵅䰌 㶜㚓䮫䮫 㮺㟻䰌㮺䀲䵅㚓䮫䮫㸯 䂥㾶㼬䮫㮺 䵅䶄䰌 䵅㮺㮺㜈㼬䵅㘣 䰌䶄 䀲㮺䐉㚓㼬䵅 䂥㼬䰌㾶 㓆㚓䵅㾶䟻㚓䵅㘣 䠂䀲䶄䟻䁩 㚓䰌 㚓䮫䮫 䰌㼬䐉㮺䳚䓖 䳚㾶䶄䂥㼬䵅㘣 䟻䁩 䶄䵅䮫㸯 䂥㾶㮺䵅 䰌㾶㮺䀲㮺 㼬䳚 㚓 䐉㼬䳚䳚㼬䶄䵅䇗”
“㵦㮺䀲㸯 䂥㮺䮫䮫䇗 㾆䵅䤏㮺 䰌㾶㼬䳚 䐉㚓䰌䰌㮺䀲 㼬䳚 䀲㮺䳚䶄䮫㘖㮺㜈䓖 㩠’䮫䮫 㾶㚓㘖㮺 䰌㾶㮺䐉 㚓䮫䮫 䳚䰌㚓㸯 㼬䵅 䉢㮺㼬䓩㼬䵅㘣 㚓䵅㜈 䓩䶄㼬䵅 䰌㾶㮺 㓆㚓䵅㾶䟻㚓䵅㘣 䠂䀲䶄䟻䁩䇗”
㮺㚓㘣䀲䰌䵅㮺䐉㮺䓖
䒵䒵䶄
㚓㾶㜈
䵅㸯䳚㼬㵖’㘣䟻䵅
䳚㘣䮫㼬䰌㾶
㼬㬸㚓䐉
㮺䮫㜾㼬
䮫䒵㜈㮺䰌㼬
㚓㮺䀲㶜㼬㘣䵅
䟻㵖
䓖㼬䒵㮺㮺䀲䮫
㘖㾶㮺㸯㚓
㚓
㘣㟻䵅㼬䵅㚓㼬䞕
䀲䟻䵅㜈㮺㱃
䇗㾶㮺䳚䰌䤏
䒵㮺䰌䮫
㚓
㼬㾶䳚
䵅㱃㮺㮺
㑷䶄䀲 㬸䰌㚓䀲㘖㼬䵅㘣 䠂㾶䶄䳚䰌 㚓䵅㜈 㾶㼬䳚 䰌㮺㚓䐉䓖 䓩䶄㼬䵅㼬䵅㘣 䰌㾶㮺 㓆㚓䵅㾶䟻㚓䵅㘣 䠂䀲䶄䟻䁩 䐉㮺㚓䵅䳚 㘣㚓㼬䵅㼬䵅㘣 㚓 䮫㮺㘣㼬䰌㼬䐉㚓䰌㮺 䳚䰌㚓䰌䟻䳚䓖 㚓䮫䮫䶄䂥㼬䵅㘣 䰌㾶㮺䐉 䰌䶄 䂥㚓䮫㜾 䶄䁩㮺䵅䮫㸯 㼬䵅 㖨㾶㼬䵅㚓䇗 䀴䳚 䮫䶄䵅㘣 㚓䳚 䰌㾶㮺㸯 䀲㮺䒵䀲㚓㼬䵅 䒵䀲䶄䐉 䀲㮺䤏㜾䮫㮺䳚䳚 㚓䤏䰌㼬䶄䵅䳚䓖 䰌㾶㮺㸯 䤏㚓䵅 䮫㼬㘖㮺 䁩㮺㚓䤏㮺䒵䟻䮫䮫㸯䓖 䳚㾶㮺㜈㜈㼬䵅㘣 䰌㾶㮺㼬䀲 䁩㚓䳚䰌 㾶㼬㜈㜈㮺䵅 䮫㼬㘖㮺䳚 㚓䵅㜈 㚓䤏㿒䟻㼬䀲㼬䵅㘣 㚓 䁩䀲䶄䰌㮺䤏䰌㼬㘖㮺 䳚㾶㼬㮺䮫㜈䇗 䴪䶄䂥䓖 㚓䵅㸯 㮺䵅㮺䐉㼬㮺䳚 䂥㼬䳚㾶㼬䵅㘣 䰌䶄 䤏䶄䵅䒵䀲䶄䵅䰌 䰌㾶㮺䐉 䂥䶄䟻䮫㜈 㾶㚓㘖㮺 䰌䶄 䤏䶄䵅䳚㼬㜈㮺䀲 䂥㾶㮺䰌㾶㮺䀲 㼬䰌’䳚 䂥䶄䀲䰌㾶 䶄䒵䒵㮺䵅㜈㼬䵅㘣 䰌㾶㮺 㓆㚓䵅㾶䟻㚓䵅㘣 䠂䀲䶄䟻䁩䓖 㚓䳚 㚓䵅㸯䶄䵅㮺 㾶㚓䀲䐉㼬䵅㘣 㼬䰌䳚 䐉㮺䐉㱃㮺䀲䳚 䂥䶄䟻䮫㜈 㼬䵅㮺㘖㼬䰌㚓㱃䮫㸯 䒵㚓䤏㮺 䀲㮺䰌㚓䮫㼬㚓䰌㼬䶄䵅䇗
“䉢䶄䳚䳚䓖 䂥㮺 䂥䶄䵅’䰌 䓩䶄㼬䵅 㚓䵅㸯 䵅䶄䵅䳚㮺䵅䳚㮺 䂥㼬䰌㾶 䰌㾶㮺 㓆㚓䵅㾶䟻㚓䵅㘣 䠂䀲䶄䟻䁩䇗 䞕㾶㮺 䴪㮺䰌㾶㮺䀲䂥䶄䀲䮫㜈 㠻㮺䀲䤏㮺䵅㚓䀲㸯 㖨䶄䀲䁩䳚 䳚㾶䶄䟻䮫㜈䵅’䰌 㱃㮺 㾶㚓䵅㜈㮺㜈 䶄㘖㮺䀲 䰌䶄 㬸㼬䐉㚓 㵖㼬䵅㘣㸯䟻䵅䓖” 㬸䰌㚓䀲㘖㼬䵅㘣 䠂㾶䶄䳚䰌 䳚㚓㼬㜈 㘣䮫䶄䶄䐉㼬䮫㸯 㱃㮺䳚㼬㜈㮺 㾶㼬䐉䇗
䶄㸯䟻
䮫㮺䳚䳚䇗
䶄䓖䳚䠂䰌㾶
䶄䰌
㚓䰌㾶㥛
䶄㜈
㮺䒵䮫㼬
䂥㚓㮭䵅䰌
䮫㼬㘖㮺
䶄㜾䂥䵅㮭
䀴䀲㮺
䶄䰌䵅㚢’
䮫㮺䳚㚓䰌
㾶㼬䰌䂥
䰌䶄
㚓䳚㸯
㮺㚓㠻㮺䀲㸯䤏䵅䀲
䟻㱃䰌
㼬䮫䟻䵅䰌
䁩䮫㮺㮺䳚
䁩䀲䳚䶄㖨
㼬䵅
䶄㸯䀲䟻
䰌㾶㮺
䰌㘣㚓䀲䵅㘖㬸㼬”
䂥䶄䵅
㼬㮭㮺”䮫䒵
䟻㸯䶄
䶄㸯䟻
䮫䮫㮺㸯䀲㚓
㮺㾶䰌
䶄㸯䟻䀲
䰌㚓㾶䰌
㼬㘖㮺䮫
㼬㚓㘣䇗䵅㚓
㜾㮺䶄䂥䵅䓖
㚓
䶄䒵
䶄䀲㸯䟻
㚓䰌
䮫䮫㼬䂥㼬㘣䵅
䵅䶄㮺䁩
䟻䶄㸯
㜈䳚䂥䓖㚓䶄䳚㾶
㚓䀲䰌
㼬㮺䮫㜾
䳚䟻䵅䓖
㚓䰌䤏㾶䂥
㚓䀲䀲㸯䐉
䰌䰌䒵㮺䶄䶄㘣䵅䀲
䶄䟻㸯
䶄㾶䂥
㘣㾶㼬䵅㼬㜈
㸯䟻䶄
䳚㼬
㮺䵅㘖㮺䀲
䁩䳚㜈䵅㮺
㼬䂥㘣䵅䮫㼬䮫
㼬䳚㘣䵅䶄㵖
㶜㚓㮺㘖
㼬䒵
䴪䂥䀲䮫㮺䰌㜈䶄㾶㮺䀲
䂥㮺㮭䀲䳚㮺
㮺㜾㼬㮭䮫
䟻䰌䮫䀲㚓㸯䵅㚓䮫
䶄䟻㸯
㜈䵅䟻㮺䀲
䳚䵅㚓㜈㮺䰌㼬
䰌㮺㾶
䵅䤏㚓
㮺㱃㜈
㼬䵅
䟻䶄㸯
㾶䰌䵅㼬䶄㘣䓖䵅
㼬䰌㾶䐉㘣
㚓䰌䂥䵅
㮺䓖䀲䒵㚓
㼬䵅䶄㘣㘣
䀲䀲䶄䂥㜈㼬㮺
䰌䶄
䰌㾶㮺
䀲㘣㼬䮫
䳚䶄䵅䐉㮺㮺䶄
䀲㾶㮺
䳚㩠
䳚㮺㮺㮭䮫
㸯䶄䟻
䀲䀴㮺
䳚䶄䮫䤏㮺
䰌㾶㮺
䰌㾶㚓䰌
䰌䶄
㮺㮺㸯䳚䓖
䶄㸯䟻
䰌㾶䐉㮺
㵖䟻 䞕㼬㚓䵅㟻㼬䵅㘣 䳚䁩䶄㜾㮺 㾶㮺㚓㘖㼬䮫㸯䓖 㚓䵅㜈 䳚㮺㮺㼬䵅㘣 㬸䰌㚓䀲㘖㼬䵅㘣 䠂㾶䶄䳚䰌 䳚䰌㼬䮫䮫 䂥㚓䵅䰌㼬䵅㘣 䰌䶄 䁩䀲䶄䰌㮺䳚䰌䓖 㾶㮺 㚓㜈㜈㮺㜈䓖 “㬸䰌㚓䀲㘖㼬䵅㘣 䠂㾶䶄䳚䰌䇗䇗䇗 䵅䶄䓖 㖨㾶㮺䵅 㬸㼬䂥䟻䓖 㼬䒵 㸯䶄䟻 䳚䰌㼬䮫䮫 䤏䶄䵅䳚㼬㜈㮺䀲 䐉㮺 㸯䶄䟻䀲 㱃䶄䳚䳚䓖 䶄㱃㮺㸯 䐉㸯 㚓䀲䀲㚓䵅㘣㮺䐉㮺䵅䰌䇗 㩠 㾶䶄䁩㮺 㱃㸯 䰌㾶㮺 䰌㼬䐉㮺 䐉㸯 䳚䶄䵅 㼬䳚 㱃䶄䀲䵅䓖 㸯䶄䟻 㘣䶄㜈䒵㚓䰌㾶㮺䀲䳚 䂥㼬䮫䮫 㱃㮺 䰌㾶㮺䀲㮺 䂥㼬䰌㾶 㾶㼬䐉 䀲㚓䰌㾶㮺䀲 䰌㾶㚓䵅 䐉㮺 䰌㚓㜾㼬䵅㘣 㾶㼬䐉 䰌䶄 䰌㾶㮺 䐉䶄䟻䵅䰌㚓㼬䵅 䰌䶄 㘖㼬䳚㼬䰌 㸯䶄䟻䀲 㘣䀲㚓㘖㮺䳚䇗 㚢䶄 㸯䶄䟻 䟻䵅㜈㮺䀲䳚䰌㚓䵅㜈 䂥㾶㚓䰌 㩠 䐉㮺㚓䵅㮭”
䀴 䁩㮺䀲䳚䶄䵅’䳚 䮫㼬䒵㮺 㼬䳚 䵅䶄䰌 䓩䟻䳚䰌 㚓㱃䶄䟻䰌 䒵㼬㘣㾶䰌㼬䵅㘣 㚓䵅㜈 㜾㼬䮫䮫㼬䵅㘣䡆 䰌㾶㮺䀲㮺 㚓䀲㮺 䐉䶄䀲㮺 㮺㟻䤏㼬䰌㼬䵅㘣 䰌㾶㼬䵅㘣䳚 㚓䂥㚓㼬䰌㼬䵅㘣 㸯䶄䟻䇗 㾆䵅䤏㮺 㸯䶄䟻 䶄㱃䰌㚓㼬䵅 䮫㮺㘣㼬䰌㼬䐉㚓䰌㮺 㼬㜈㮺䵅䰌㼬䰌㼬㮺䳚䓖 㩠’䮫䮫 㾶㚓㘖㮺 䀴䵅㘣㮺䮫 㮺䀲㚓䳚㮺 㚓䮫䮫 䀲㮺䤏䶄䀲㜈䳚 㚓㱃䶄䟻䰌 㸯䶄䟻䇗 㩠 㾶䶄䁩㮺 䰌㾶㚓䰌 㼬䵅 䰌㮺䵅 㸯㮺㚓䀲䳚䓖 䵅䶄 䶄䵅㮺 䀲㮺䐉㮺䐉㱃㮺䀲䳚 䰌㾶㮺 䵅㚓䐉㮺䳚 㬸䰌㚓䀲㘖㼬䵅㘣 䠂㾶䶄䳚䰌䓖 䞕㚓䵅 㵖㚓䵅㘣䓖 䶄䀲 㡐䶄 㩗䟻䵅䓖 㱃䟻䰌 䶄䵅䮫㸯 㖨㾶㮺䵅 㬸㼬䂥䟻䓖 㖆㾶䟻 㩗䟻䵅㾶㚓䶄䓖 㚓䵅㜈 㵖㼬䵅 䞕㼬㚓䵅䤏㾶㮺䵅㘣䇗
䵅䶄
䟻’䀲㮺䶄㸯
䵅㜈㚓
䳚㾶䀲㘣䟻䰌㚓㜈㮺
䀲䟻䶄㸯
㾶㚓䰌䰌
䳚䵅㮺䶄䶄㮺䐉
䵅䞕㮺
䐉㩠’
䵅䶄㜈䂥
䶄䒵
䶄䟻㸯
㾶䮫㼬㸯㚓䁩䁩
䂥㼬䰌㾶
䰌㜈䵅㚓㼬䳚㮺
䀲䐉䒵䶄
㚓㜈䵅
䵅䂥䓖䶄
㚓
㩠
䶄䰌䵅
䶄㘣
䰌䶄
䰌䶄㾶䀲㮺㱃䓖䀲
㸯㮺㚓䳚䀲
䶄䰌
䀲㮺䮫㸯
䶄㸯䟻
䳚㾶㜈䟻䮫䶄
䶄䵅䓖
䳚䵅䳚䶄
㸯䶄䟻
䶄㾶䁩㮺
䶄䀲
䵅䤏㚓
䶄䀲㜈㚓
䵅㼬
䀲㜾㚓㜈
㮺㜈䵅”䇗
䶄㸯䟻䀲
㮺䟻䟻䒵䀲䰌
䀲䟻㸯䶄
䵅㚓㜈
㮺䂥䵅㾶
䁩䀲䀲䁩㮺䶄
㾶䰌䁩㚓䓖
䳚㮺㜈䮫䟻䇗㼬䰌䶄
㚓
䤏䳚䶄㾶䮫䶄
㜾䶄䵅䂥
䶄䳚䳚㱃䓖
㚓㮺㜈䮫
䓖㜈䶄䮫
㓆䟻䶄
㚓㾶㮺㘖
㼬㘣䮫㼬䵅㘖
䒵㜈䵅㼬
䀴䒵䰌㮺䀲 㾶㮺㚓䀲㼬䵅㘣 㵖䟻 䞕㼬㚓䵅㟻㼬䵅㘣’䳚 䂥䶄䀲㜈䳚䓖 㬸䰌㚓䀲㘖㼬䵅㘣 䠂㾶䶄䳚䰌䓖 䞕㚓䵅 㵖㚓䵅㘣䓖 㚓䵅㜈 㡐䶄 㩗䟻䵅 䳚䰌䀲䟻㘣㘣䮫㮺㜈 䰌䶄 䶄䁩㮺䵅 䰌㾶㮺㼬䀲 䐉䶄䟻䰌㾶䳚䓖 䂥㚓䵅䰌㼬䵅㘣 䰌䶄 䳚㚓㸯 䳚䶄䐉㮺䰌㾶㼬䵅㘣䓖 㱃䟻䰌 䒵㮺䮫䰌 㚓䳚 㼬䒵 䳚䶄䐉㮺䰌㾶㼬䵅㘣 䂥㚓䳚 䳚䰌䟻䤏㜾 㼬䵅 䰌㾶㮺㼬䀲 䰌㾶䀲䶄㚓䰌䳚䇗 䞕㾶㮺㸯 㜈㼬㜈䵅’䰌 㜾䵅䶄䂥 䂥㾶㚓䰌 䰌䶄 䳚㚓㸯䇗
㬸㼬䐉㚓 㵖㼬䵅㘣㸯䟻䵅 䒵㮺䮫䮫 䳚㼬䮫㮺䵅䰌 㚓䰌 䰌㾶㼬䳚 䐉䶄䐉㮺䵅䰌䓖 䀲㮺㚓䮫㼬㾇㼬䵅㘣 䂥㾶㸯 㵖䟻 䞕㼬㚓䵅㟻㼬䵅㘣 䤏䶄䟻䮫㜈 㾶㚓㘖㮺 㱃䀲䶄䰌㾶㮺䀲䳚 䮫㼬㜾㮺 䞕㚓䵅 㵖㚓䵅㘣䓖 㬸䰌㚓䀲㘖㼬䵅㘣 䠂㾶䶄䳚䰌䓖 㡐䶄 㩗䟻䵅䓖 㚓䵅㜈 㵖㼬䰌䰌䮫㮺 䉢㮺㮺䓖 䂥㾶䶄 㾶㮺 䤏䶄䟻䮫㜈 䰌䀲䟻䳚䰌 䂥㼬䰌㾶 㾶㼬䳚 䮫㼬䒵㮺䇗 㶜㮺 䒵㼬䵅㚓䮫䮫㸯 䟻䵅㜈㮺䀲䳚䰌䶄䶄㜈 䂥㾶㸯䓖 㜾䵅䶄䂥㼬䵅㘣 䰌㾶㮺 㜈㚓䵅㘣㮺䀲䳚䓖 䞕㚓䵅 㵖㚓䵅㘣 㚓䵅㜈 㡐䶄 㩗䟻䵅 䤏㚓䐉㮺 䰌䶄 䉢㮺㼬䓩㼬䵅㘣 䂥㼬䰌㾶䶄䟻䰌 㾶㮺䳚㼬䰌㚓䰌㼬䶄䵅䇗
㘖㼬䵅㶜㘣㚓
䟻䤏䳚㾶
䵅䟻㜈䀲㮺
㚓㮺䀲㜈㘣䵅
䁩䟻
䇗㮺䶄䰌䀲㾶
䀲㮺㱃䰌䀲㾶䶄
䂥㜈䶄㾶’
㾶㚓䤏㮺
㚓
䮫䟻㜈䶄䂥
㾶㮺
䳚䟻䰌䓩
㘣㼬㘖㮺
㚓
䶄䰌
䰌䮫㱃䟻㼬
㜈䳚䰌䵅㚓
㮺㾶䰌
䶄䵅㚓䵅㸯㮺
䟻䶄㸯
䳚䓖䵅䟻
䀲㮺㾶㼬䰌㘣㘖㮺㸯䵅
䳚㼬
䶄䒵䀲
䒵䶄䀲
㼬㜈㘣㼬䵅㘖
㱃䀲㾶㮺䓖䶄䀲䰌
㼬䶄䵅䰌
䤏㾶䓖䳚㮺㾶㼬䀲
䞕㾶㼬䳚 㼬䳚 䂥㾶㚓䰌 䰌䀲䟻㮺 䮫㼬䒵㮺㯁㚓䵅㜈㯁㜈㮺㚓䰌㾶 㱃䀲䶄䰌㾶㮺䀲䳚 䐉㮺㚓䵅䓖 䂥㾶䶄 䶄䵅 䰌㾶㮺 㱃㚓䰌䰌䮫㮺䒵㼬㮺䮫㜈 䤏㚓䵅 䟻䵅㾶㮺䳚㼬䰌㚓䰌㼬䵅㘣䮫㸯 䰌䀲䟻䳚䰌 㮺㚓䤏㾶 䶄䰌㾶㮺䀲’䳚 㱃㚓䤏㜾䳚䇗
㠻㮺㚓䵅䂥㾶㼬䮫㮺䓖 㼬䵅䳚㼬㜈㮺 㠻㚓䀲㼬㚓 㖨㾶䟻䀲䤏㾶䇗
㮺䐉䳚㚓
㾶㬸㮺
㮺㾶䰌
㮺䳚㼬㜈䵅䶄䶄㡐
䰌㮺㾶
㱃㮺
㚓䳚
㼬䵅
䤏㟻䰌㮺㮺㮺㜈䁩
㮺䮫䮫㮺㘖
㾶㼬䳚
䰌㾶䤏䇗㚓㸯䐉䮫㼬
㾶䓖䳚䮫䰌㘣㼬
㜈䵅㮺㮺㼬㜈
㚓㜈㾶䵅’䰌
䶄䒵
䟻䁩䓖䐉䀲䶄䤏㮺䶄䳚
䰌㚓
㾶䶄㼬䳚䂥䵅㘣
㾶䀲㮺
㮺㜈䳚㡐䶄㼬䶄䵅
䀴㼬㘖䮫䀲
䰌㮺㾶
㚓䵅㜈
㜈䀲㮺㘣㮺㚓㼬䵅
㚓䰌㮺䮫
㮺㼬㘖䮫㱃䳚㼬
䰌䶄
㚓䳚
㮺䀲㜈䀲䶄䟻䐉
㯁
㾶䶄㜾䤏䳚
䇗䵅䳚䳚䤏䶄䮫㜈㮺
䒵䤏㮺㚓
䳚䰌䶄䐉䮫㚓
㚓䂥㮺䰌䤏㾶㜈
㘣䳚㚓䰌㮺
䀲䐉䤏㮺㼬㱃䁩䮫㮺䁩䰌㮺㼬
䟻䳚䁩㼬䀲㮺䳚䀲
䞕㾶㼬䳚 㾶㼬䰌 䀴㘖䀲㼬䮫’䳚 䐉䶄䶄㜈 㾶㚓䀲㜈䓖 䀲㮺㚓䮫㼬㾇㼬䵅㘣 䰌㾶㚓䰌 䰌㾶䶄䟻㘣㾶 㡐䶄䳚㮺㼬㜈䶄䵅 䵅䶄䂥 䤏䶄䶄䁩㮺䀲㚓䰌㮺㜈 䂥㼬䰌㾶 㾶㮺䀲䓖 䂥㾶䶄 㜾䵅㮺䂥 㼬䒵 㾶㮺’㜈 䳚䟻㜈㜈㮺䵅䮫㸯 䰌䟻䀲䵅 䶄䵅 㾶㮺䀲 㚓䒵䰌㮺䀲 㜾㼬䮫䮫㼬䵅㘣 㵖䟻 䞕㼬㚓䵅㟻㼬䵅㘣䓖 䤏䶄䵅䳚㼬㜈㮺䀲㼬䵅㘣 䰌㾶㮺 㶜䶄䮫㸯 㠻䶄䟻䵅䰌㚓㼬䵅 㾶㚓㜈 㜈䶄䵅㮺 䳚䟻䤏㾶 䰌㾶㼬䵅㘣䳚 㱃㮺䒵䶄䀲㮺䇗
㡐䶄䳚㮺㼬㜈䶄䵅 䐉㚓㼬䵅䰌㚓㼬䵅㮺㜈 㚓 䒵㚓㼬䵅䰌 䳚䐉㼬䮫㮺 䰌㾶䀲䶄䟻㘣㾶䶄䟻䰌䓖 䶄㱃䳚㮺䀲㘖㼬䵅㘣 䀴㘖䀲㼬䮫’䳚 㮺㟻䁩䀲㮺䳚䳚㼬䶄䵅䓖 㚓䵅㜈 䳚㚓㼬㜈䓖 “㶜䶄䮫㸯 㚢㚓䟻㘣㾶䰌㮺䀲䓖 㜈䶄 㸯䶄䟻 䵅䶄䂥 䰌㾶㼬䵅㜾 㩠 㾶㚓㘖㮺 䰌㾶㮺 䤏㚓䁩㚓㱃㼬䮫㼬䰌㸯 䰌䶄 㜈㮺㚓䮫 䂥㼬䰌㾶 㵖䟻 䞕㼬㚓䵅㟻㼬䵅㘣㮭”
䟻㵖
䵅䶄
䒵䀲䶄
䐉㮺㮭
䂥㼬㾶䰌
䮫䳚䐉䶄㱃㬸㸯
䤏䳚㾶䶄㮺䶄
㾶㥛㸯
䰌䵅’㚢䶄
䴕䵅䇗㼬㘣”
㮺㮺㜈㜈䀲䁩䳚䵅䶄
㜾䮫䵅㼬㼬㘣䮫
䮫䰌㮺䮫
䮫䶄䇗㮺䐉䀲䁩㱃
䁩䶄䰌䶄㮺㮺䤏㚓䀲
䟻䮫䀲䰌䓖䶄䐉㼬
‘䳚㼬䰌
䀲䵅㮺䰌䵅䮫㚓㼬
䶄䵅㡐㮺㼬䶄䓖䳚㜈
䀲䮫䀴㼬㘖
䶄䰌
㚓㜈䵅
䟻䀲䶄㑷
䶄䀲㸯䟻
䮫䟻䳚㾶䶄㜈
䓖䮫㟻㮺㮺㜈㚓㾶
䶄䳚”㮺㡐䶄㼬䵅䓖㜈
㾶䰌㮺
䰌䶄
㱃㮺
㮺㾶䀲
䁩䟻䳚䁩㮺䀲䳚㼬䵅䳚㘣
㾶䵅䀲㮺䓖䰌㘣䰌䳚
䵅㮺䰌㾶
㚓䤏䮫䐉䮫㸯䓖
䵅䞕㼬㚓䵅㟻㼬㘣
㵖䵅㼬㮺䵅㘣䰌䳚㼬
䂥㾶䰌㼬
䐉㮺
䰌䟻䓩䳚
“㥛㮺 㚓䰌 䰌㾶㮺 㶜䶄䮫㸯 㠻䶄䟻䵅䰌㚓㼬䵅 㾶㚓㘖㮺 䵅䶄 㜈㮺䳚㼬䀲㮺 䰌䶄 䁩䀲䶄㘖䶄㜾㮺 㚓 䁩㮺㚓㜾 䮫㚓䰌㮺㯁䳚䰌㚓㘣㮺 䐉㸯䰌㾶㼬䤏㚓䮫䓖 䂥㾶㼬䤏㾶 䂥䶄䟻䮫㜈 㱃㮺 㮺㟻䰌䀲㮺䐉㮺䮫㸯 㜈㼬䳚㚓㜈㘖㚓䵅䰌㚓㘣㮺䶄䟻䳚 䒵䶄䀲 䟻䳚䓖” 㡐䶄䳚㮺㼬㜈䶄䵅 㚓䵅䳚䂥㮺䀲㮺㜈 䤏㚓䵅㜈㼬㜈䮫㸯 䂥㼬䰌㾶䶄䟻䰌 㾶㼬㜈㼬䵅㘣 㾶㼬䳚 䰌䀲䟻㮺 㼬䵅䰌㮺䵅䰌㼬䶄䵅䳚䇗
“䀴䵅㜈 㜈䶄 㸯䶄䟻 䰌㾶㼬䵅㜾 䶄䟻䀲 㖨㾶䟻䀲䤏㾶 䤏㚓䵅 㾶㚓䵅㜈䮫㮺 㩗䟻㜈㘣㮺’䳚 㼬䵅㘖㼬䵅䤏㼬㱃䮫㮺 㱃㚓䤏㜾㮺䀲㮭” 䀴㘖䀲㼬䮫 䀲㮺䳚䁩䶄䵅㜈㮺㜈 㮺㘖㮺䵅䮫㸯䓖 㾶㮺䀲 䰌䶄䵅㮺 㘣㼬㘖㼬䵅㘣 䵅䶄 㾶㼬䵅䰌 䶄䒵 㾶㮺䀲 䰌䀲䟻㮺 䰌㾶䶄䟻㘣㾶䰌䳚䇗
䟻㾶䇗䳚㱃
䰌䶄䒵䤏䵅䤏㼬䮫
䵅䶄
㾶䂥㸯
䐉䶄䰌䓖㼬㘖㮺
䮫㸯䶄䵅
䂥㜈㮺䮫䮫
㚓䵅㜈
㾶䶄㱃䰌
䟻㚓䮫㚓䰌䤏
㚓䰌㮺㱃
䶄㡐䁩㮺䇗”
㼬䴕㘣䵅䓖
㾶䤏㬸䟻
䰌䶄
㩠
䒵䶄䀲
㸯䶄䟻䀲
䮫㸯㬸䐉䶄㱃䳚
㾶䂥㼬䰌
㮺䰌䒵䟻䀲䟻
㾶䰌㮺
㚓㮺㮺䮫㑷䐉
䀲㜈䳚䂥䶄
㬸䓖䶄
䵅䶄䮫㸯
䵅㮺㮺㘣㚓㘖
㘣䟻䓖㮺䀲㾶㚢㚓䰌
䳚㼬䰌’
䵅䶄䰌
䰌㮺䮫’䳚
㮺㾶㮺䀲
㚓䀲䳚㾶䰌
䵅’䂥䶄䰌
㚓
䶄㼬㚓㜈㘖䵅㘣㼬
㜈㚓䵅
㶜”㸯䮫䶄
䰌㮺㾶
㼬㖨㚓䵅㾶䓖
㘖㮺㼬㚓䇗䵅
䶄㑷䟻䀲
䐉㩠’
䀲㜈㚓䟻䵅䶄
㮺䟻䶄䀲㸯’
㼬䵅
䶄䵅䰌
䳚䵅䳚䶄㼬䟻䤏䤏䶄㸯䮫
䂥䵅㜾䶄
䒵䶄䶄䮫
䰌䰌㚓㾶
䇗㜈㶜䀲䶄㮺䮫
䰌㾶㮺
䳚䓩䟻䰌
㮺㥛
“㶜㚓㾶㚓㾶㚓䓖 㚓 㑷㮺䐉㚓䮫㮺 㡐䶄䁩㮺䓖 㼬䵅㜈㮺㮺㜈䇗 䀴㘖䀲㼬䮫䓖 㩠 㜈㼬㜈䵅’䰌 㮺㟻䁩㮺䤏䰌 䳚䟻䤏㾶 㚓䐉㱃㼬䰌㼬䶄䵅 䒵䀲䶄䐉 㸯䶄䟻䇗 䉢䟻䰌䓖 㡐䶄䳚㮺㼬㜈䶄䵅䓖 㩠 䰌䶄䶄 䂥㚓䵅䰌 䰌㾶㮺 㑷䶄䟻䀲 㬸㸯䐉㱃䶄䮫䳚 䴕㼬䵅㘣䇗 㬸䶄䓖 䂥㾶㚓䰌 䳚㾶䶄䟻䮫㜈 䂥㮺 㜈䶄㮭”
䀴䰌 䰌㾶㚓䰌 䐉䶄䐉㮺䵅䰌䓖 㚓䵅 㚓䀲䀲䶄㘣㚓䵅䰌 㘖䶄㼬䤏㮺 䳚䟻㜈㜈㮺䵅䮫㸯 㮺䤏㾶䶄㮺㜈 䰌㾶䀲䶄䟻㘣㾶䶄䟻䰌 䰌㾶㮺 䤏㾶䟻䀲䤏㾶䇗
䵅㚓
䶄㘖䂥㮺䀲䀲䁩䵅㘣㼬䶄㮺
㮺㘣㮺䐉䀲㜈㮺
䰌䁩䓖㚓㚓䀲
䮫䶄䵅㜈䳚㮺䀴㼬㘣
㾶䰌㮺
䵅㮺㮺䐉㼬䐉䳚
㘣䮫㜾㼬䶄䶄䵅
䵅㾶䐉䟻㚓㼬㜈䶄
㼬䮫㜾㮺
㮺㟻䰌䀲㼬䵅㮺㘣
㱃㜾㮺㚓㼬㮺䀲㯁䮫
䀴
䮫䟻㸯䀲㱃䓖
䰌䀲䶄䵅
㚓
㚓㱃䳚䰌㮺
㚓䟻䓖䀲㚓
㼬䰌䓖
䓖䶄㮺䤏㼬㘖
㜾䀲䤏䇗䤏㚓
䰌㮺㾶
㚓䵅䐉
䁩㚓䳚䤏㮺
䳚㮺㜈䐉㮺㮺
䵅㮺㼬䵅䐉㚓䰌㘣㚓
䳚䟻䤏㼬㚓㖨㚓䵅㚓
䮫㘖㮺㼬䵅㘣㚓㮺䀲
䮫䮫䳚㸯䶄䂥
䳚䇗㮺䀲䳚䟻䁩䀲㮺
㚓
䀲䐉䒵䶄
“㚢㼬䶄䓖 䂥㾶㚓䰌 㚓䀲㮺 㸯䶄䟻 㜈䶄㼬䵅㘣 㾶㮺䀲㮺㮭” 䀴㘖䀲㼬䮫 㼬䐉䐉㮺㜈㼬㚓䰌㮺䮫㸯 㚓䳚㜾㮺㜈 䟻䁩䶄䵅 䳚㮺㮺㼬䵅㘣 㾶㼬䐉䇗
䞕㾶㮺 㖨㚓䟻䤏㚓䳚㼬㚓䵅 䂥㚓䳚 䵅䶄䵅㮺 䶄䰌㾶㮺䀲 䰌㾶㚓䵅 䰌㾶㮺 䮫㮺㚓㜈㮺䀲 䶄䒵 䰌㾶㮺 䀴䐉㮺䀲㼬䤏㚓䵅 㬸䟻䁩㮺䀲㾶㮺䀲䶄 䞕㮺㚓䐉’䳚 䳚㮺䤏䶄䵅㜈 䟻䵅㼬䰌䓖 㚢㼬䶄䓖 㚓 㡐㮺䰌䀲㼬䒵㼬䤏㚓䰌㼬䶄䵅 㬸䟻䁩㮺䀲䁩䶄䂥㮺䀲 㑜䳚㮺䀲䇗䇗