Girl Hero: Revenge on Goblins!

Chapter 1178: 490: Delusional Melancholy Compensation Alliance

Capítulo 1178: Chapter 490: Delusional Melancholy Compensation Alliance

After delving deeper into the fifth layer, the last traces of human craftsmanship in the dungeon completely disappeared.

The paths were no longer orderly, nor did any lights illuminate them. Only the varied moss on the ceiling emitted a faint glow, sometimes cool and sometimes warm. When combined, these luminescences enveloped the passages of the fifth layer in an atmosphere of both darkness and brightness.

Standing there felt like stumbling into a vast and ancient nest of luminescent ants, with countless intertwining corridors nesting within each other, forming an endless primordial labyrinth.

The widths of these passages varied—some were so narrow that one had to pass sideways, while others were broad enough to accommodate several bird carriages running side by side. At the end of numerous passages lay rooms of varying sizes filled with monsters.

Even though this was only the fifth layer, after so many years of exploration, the Adventurer Guild still couldn’t map it out completely, and no one could say exactly how many rooms there were.

However, although the fifth layer no longer bore any human traces and its structure would occasionally change, it didn’t mean it was without patterns.

The dungeon, after all, was born to be “explored.” It may be dangerous, but it seldom harbored outright murderous intent toward adventurers. No matter how ominous the environment seemed, with careful observation, one could always find patterns and a chance for survival.

The luminescence from the moss of the fifth layer differed in colors and brightness, suggesting the varying dangers of the paths and the value of the treasure chests at their ends.

However, not all sections of the fifth layer were illuminated.

Some corridors were devoid of moss and entirely shrouded in darkness, like silent mouths awaiting to devour unwary trespassers.

Experienced adventurers repeatedly warned newcomers not to enter such lightless deep corridors.

Because it not only meant the unknown, but also deadly danger.

Of course, like all temptations in the dungeon, the unknown end perhaps hid great rewards.

And the first sanctuary of the Divine Basin was located at the deepest part of such a corridor.

The path to the sanctuary didn’t seem unique, requiring a distinct recognition technique. This intrigued the Spiritual Message Catcher, who observed while showing a thoughtful expression.

But the Mute Girl was not interested at all, merely following the glowing Shield Woman who illuminated the way forward.

Upon reaching the sanctuary, several high-ranking members of the Divine Basin were already waiting.

The sanctuary was a vast stone cavern, densely scattered with moss and mushrooms. Blue-green light climbed along the cave walls up to the tens-of-meters high dome, casting the entire space in a dreamlike hue.

And in the center of the cave stood a silent, white giant rock.

It was almost as tall as three or four Mute Girls, its appearance was plain, yet in the surrounding blue-green radiance, it refracted a gemstone-like deep luster, manifesting an indescribably holy atmosphere.

And this holiness was not merely atmospheric, for the mushrooms growing in the cave actually belonged to the sixth layer.

Divine Basin proclaimed to all new visitors of the sanctuary and skeptical prospects that they had gained the Earth God’s favor, could harness and even control the dungeon’s energy, and that the scene before them was proof.

‘…But in fact, they probably just used some method to transport the rocks from the sixth layer here, though that is impressive…’

The Catcher stood a little ways off, watching the Big Sister and Shield Woman move beneath the Holy Stone, arms crossed, their gaze idly wandering about the cave.

Compared to the number of people at the previous meeting hall, noticeably fewer Divine Basin believers were present here.

Yet, as time passed, the number gradually increased, eventually exceeding half of those in the meeting hall.

Whether the remaining people weren’t privy to the sanctuary’s location, or were planning to watch discreetly, dissociate from Divine Basin, or even escape for safety during this time…

But to be honest, merely with such a majority turnout, it’s evident this cult had a somewhat church-level knack for winning over hearts.

The gazes of the gathered believers were complex and chaotic.

Emotions were interwoven—fear, confidence, fanaticism, and more hostility…

The Catcher even detected faint pulses of magic power, indicating that fanatics were prepared to attack the Mute Girl once the opportunity arose.

However, sensing this dangerous sign, he had no intention of stopping it.

Perhaps it was because, in just one brief evening, he had experienced too many emotional ups and downs, leaving his inner self as calm as an ancient well, unaffected by whatever might occur next.

If, in earlier times, arriving unknowingly at this sanctuary, he might have felt some awe and reverence.

After all, though it’s just a shallow layer, the sanctuary’s structure indeed harbors some power beyond his understanding.

But now, he merely looked on placidly, as if he’d already foreseen what was to come.

Then, change occurred.

As the Mute Girl once more bowed to the void, the faces of the Divine Basin believers began to transform into a spectrum.

Some’s knees buckled, kneeling on the spot; others’ faces turned pale as they collapsed to the ground; more yet had their pupils dilate as if witnessing the world’s end, their entire worldview undergoing reshaping.

Seeing this, the Catcher nodded with a hint of satisfaction.

Indeed, it has to be this way.

[Melting]

1~3. Star God (Environmental Adaptation)

4~6. God of Books (Item Identification)

7~9. God of Forging (Increase Attributes)

10. Critical Success/Extreme Failure

D10=9

♛: The Melting of the God of Forging

→☆→☆→☆→✧←★←★←★←

The blessings obtained from the first four levels are melted into tangible equipment, which is the blessing mechanism every five levels.

In this way, there is no need to pray again during repeated infiltration, and the power of the blessing can be directly inherited, and it can even be brought back to the surface for use.

Of course, if dissatisfied with the blessings obtained in the first four levels, one can also choose not to proceed with melting, returning before the fifth level to wait for the next opportunity.

However, the Mute Girl never had high expectations for the blessings obtained in the shallow layers, and with a group of spectators waiting to be “educated” in front of her, naturally chose the action that would most impact their spirits.

As the prayer concluded, the void rippled once again, and a headband-wearing girl swaggered out,

Her fiery red hair was tied high, sparks flying as they released waves of heat, yet under her feet rolled the biting wind and snow, as if she had arrived on an icefield.

This goddess of ice and fire opposites wore only a simple vest and trousers, revealing two snow-white arms.

She looked down at the Mute Girl with a clean and swift expression, then hooked her hand, and four light clusters floated up from the Mute Girl, representing the four blessings obtained earlier.

Without any unnecessary words, the Goddess of Forging tightly clenched her small fist and without hesitation, wildly hammered at the light clusters.

Seemingly without any method, yet possessing a certain humanly transcendent subtlety, though the actions had nothing to do with forging, the four light clusters were forcibly melded under her blows.

After several tens of seconds of pounding, the combined light clusters abruptly contracted, caught in her palm.

When the clenched fist opened again, a ring lay lightly on the goddess’s hand.

[Forging value]

D100=36

[Divine Forging! (Success within a margin of 100)]

D100=61

The goddess stared at the ring for a while, revealing a subtly satisfied yet somewhat lacking expression, and finally pushed it gently into the Mute Girl’s hand.

The Mute Girl extended her left hand, watching the small ring float over and fit perfectly onto her little finger.

[The Mute Girl acquired the Star Comet Ring R7: Universal Attributes +17, when entering the Dungeon, gains the blessings of [Hardship and Diligence] [Self-reflection] [Star Shifting], with enhanced effects and reduced difficulty of determination]

She examined the ring on her hand, then saluted the goddess once more.

The Goddess of Forging nodded, did not say much, and turned around swiftly, disappearing into the void again with large strides.

Everything returned to silence.

Then the Mute Girl straightened her waist, her lips curling slightly as she surveyed the surroundings with a faint smile.

Shock, fanaticism, confusion, greed… The myriad states of all living beings.

In the face of this genuine “miracle,” those of firm faith began to shift their stance, and some who deemed themselves steadfast had their beliefs shaken by values beyond imagination.

But the Mute Girl was actually indifferent to these people’s reactions; this action was only intended to stir their emotions.

She focused her final gaze on the Shield Woman.

Originally bearing the hopeful or worried glances of believers, she had now lost the attention of everyone.

Those still watching her did so with more suspicion, wavering, and even faint hostility.

Why does the goddess oppose the divine envoy… Should the goddess be stopped… Is this otherworldly person really a goddess… Did we serve the wrong person, leading to the divine envoy’s anger?

Undoubtedly, the thinking process of these people at this moment had nothing to do with rationality, but even rebuke held no meaning for those in a cult.

Even so, do you still think these people are worth protecting?

Facing the Mute Girl’s silent provocative gaze, the Shield Woman showed a slight bitter smile.

She did not answer, just drew the short sword from her waist and assumed a determined stance.

櫓

䣳㫫䱠䙮

擄

䦯䵦㩯

蘆

㴞㘰

蘆

㘰㴞

䙮䵫㫫㫫䵦䍒㭁䞎㺴

擄

䵦㩯䦯

䐇䙮㺴䞜㫫

㭁䵦䦯䞎䦯㺴

㩯䵦䦯

䐇㦵䙮䐇䤋䦯

䦯㺴䣚䞎䭮㫫䵦㺴䙮㺴㣭䦯㺴

老

盧

㩯䐇㴞䵦㴞

櫓

盧

䞎㫫䍒䣚䦯

盧

㩯㲋䦯

㘰㴞

䵫㯍㭁㩯㩯䞎㸓

㣭䵫䞎䞎㘰䵫䙮䱠䦯䱠 䥁䍒 䙮䵫䯑䦯䞎㘰䵫㺴 䥁䦯䣚䐇䦯㦵䦯䞎㺴 㘰㴞 䵦㩯䦯 䤋䐇㦵䐇䙮䦯 䞜㫫㺴䐇䙮䭮 䵦㩯䦯 㣭㩯䐇䦯䣚䱠 㹕㘰䯑㫫䙮 㺴䣚㘰㻨䣚䍒 䱠䞎䦯㻨 䵦㩯䦯 㺴㩯㘰䞎䵦 㺴㻨㘰䞎䱠 㴞䞎㘰䯑 㩯䦯䞎 㻨㫫䐇㺴䵦 㻨䐇䵦㩯 㩯䦯䞎 䣚䦯㴞䵦 㩯㫫䙮䱠䭮 䵦㩯䦯 䣚䐇䂤㩯䵦 㺴㘰䵫䙮䱠 㘰㴞 䯑䦯䵦㫫䣚 㴞䞎䐇㭁䵦䐇㘰䙮 䱠䐇㺴䵦䐇䙮㭁䵦䣚䍒 㭁䣚䦯㫫䞎 䐇䙮 䵦㩯䦯 㺴䐇䣚䦯䙮䵦 㺴㞾㫫㭁䦯㯍 䍛䵦 䵦㩯䦯 㺴㫫䯑䦯 䵦䐇䯑䦯䭮 㫫䙮 㘰䞎䙮㫫䵦䦯 㺴㩯䐇䦯䣚䱠 㻨䐇䵦㩯 䐇䙮䵦䦯䞎䵦㻨䐇䙮䦯䱠 㞾㫫䵦䵦䦯䞎䙮㺴 䵦㘰㘰㰨 㴞㘰䞎䯑 䐇䙮 㩯䦯䞎 䞎䐇䂤㩯䵦 㩯㫫䙮䱠㯍

䮝㘰㻨䦯㦵䦯䞎䭮 䦯㦵䦯䙮 䐇䙮 㩯䦯䞎 㩯㘰䯑䦯 䵦䵫䞎㴞䭮 㩯䦯䞎 䦯䬽㞾䞎䦯㺴㺴䐇㘰䙮 㻨㫫㺴 䙮㘰䵦 㘰䙮䦯 㘰㴞 䦯䬽㭁䐇䵦䦯䯑䦯䙮䵦 䥁䵫䵦 㭁㫫䞎䞎䐇䦯䱠 㫫䙮 䵫䙮䱠䦯䙮䐇㫫䥁䣚䦯 䵦㘰䵫㭁㩯 㘰㴞 䥁䐇䵦䵦䦯䞎䙮䦯㺴㺴㯍

㩯䦯䙮䥁䱠䐇

㩯䦯㯍䐇㺴䣚䱠

䍒䦯䂤䱠䙮䣳䞎㫫䦯

䦯䵦㘰䂤䭮㩯䵦䞎䦯

㫫䵦㺴㭁䭮䙮䦯

䞎䦯㫫䙮䂤㘰

㩯䦯䞎

㩯䦯䞎

䵦䵑䂤䙮䐇㩯

䐇䣚㺴㞾

㫫䐇㩯䞎

䦯㦵㩯䍒㫫

䐇䱠䦯㣭㩯䣚

䵦㩯䦯

䦯㺴㺴䱠䞎㞾䦯

㩯㲋䦯

䱠䐇䂤䙮䐇㩯

䣚䯑㘰㭁䬽㞾䦯

㫫䦯䂤㚈

䞎䦯㩯

㩯䐇㻨䵦

䵦㘰㰨㘰

䣚䐇㩯䍒䂤䵦䣚

㣭㩯䦯 䙮䦯䐇䵦㩯䦯䞎 䣚䦯䵦 㘰䵫䵦 㫫 㺴㘰䵫䣚䘝㺴㩯㫫㰨䐇䙮䂤 䞎㘰㫫䞎䭮 䙮㘰䞎 䵫䵦䵦䦯䞎䦯䱠 㫫 䞎㫫䣚䣚䍒䐇䙮䂤 㭁㫫䣚䣚 䵦㘰 䵫䙮䐇䵦䦯 㩯䦯㫫䞎䵦㺴䭮 䥁䵫䵦 㺴䐇䣚䦯䙮䵦䣚䍒 䞎䦯䣚䦯㫫㺴䦯䱠 㫫䙮 㞾䞎䦯㺴䦯䙮㭁䦯 㫫㺴 䵫䙮䱠䦯䙮䐇㫫䥁䣚䦯 㫫㺴 㫫 䯑㘰䵫䙮䵦㫫䐇䙮㯍

䟱㞾㞾㘰㺴䐇䵦䦯 㩯䦯䞎䭮 䵦㩯䦯 㘢䵫䵦䦯 㖘䐇䞎䣚䭮 㻨㩯㘰 㻨㫫㺴 䯑䦯䞎䦯䣚䍒 㫫 㣭䦯㭁㘰䙮䱠䘝㲋䵫䞎䙮䦯䱠 㭞䵫䙮䭮 㫫䣚㺴㘰 䞎㫫䐇㺴䦯䱠 㩯䦯䞎 㭁䣚䦯䙮㭁㩯䦯䱠 㴞䐇㺴䵦㺴㯍 䞜䦯䙮䦯㫫䵦㩯 䵦㩯䦯 䯑㘰䱠䐇㴞䐇䦯䱠䭮 䯑㘰㦵䦯䯑䦯䙮䵦䘝㴞䞎䐇䦯䙮䱠䣚䍒 㺴㩯㘰䞎䵦 䙮䵫䙮’㺴 㭁䣚㘰䵦㩯䦯㺴䭮 㩯䦯䞎 㺴䣚䦯䙮䱠䦯䞎 䣚䦯䂤㺴 㻨䦯䞎䦯 㞾㘰㺴䐇䵦䐇㘰䙮䦯䱠 㴞䞎㘰䙮䵦 㫫䙮䱠 䥁㫫㭁㰨㯍

䞎䦯䮝

䵦䦯㩯

㴞㘰

㻨䱠䞎䦯

㫫

䞎䙮䥁䐇㩯㫫䂤䦯䵦

䣚㫫䞎㘢䵦䐇㫫

䣚䐇㖘䞎㺴’

㫫

㺴㻨㫫

䯑䞎䦯㫫䦯㘰䱠䙮

㭁䯑䭮䣚㫫

䣚䐇䦯䦯䞎㯍䦯㺴㦵䥁

㘰㰨㘢㯍䙮

㩯䵦㫫䂤㻨㭁䐇䙮

䙮䱠㫫

䵦䦯㘢䵫

䙮㦵䦯䦯

䯑㘰㴞䞎

䦯䥁䱠䱠㫫䵦䵦㫫䘝䦯䙮㩯䣚䞎䦯

㰨䐇䣚䦯

䣚䙮䂤㘰

䭮㫫㺴䙮䞎䞎䦯䦯䱠䵦䐇

㲋䦯㩯

䦯䞎㩯

㺴䦯䵫䐇䞎㞾䞎㺴

䙮䵦㩯䐇

䞎㞾䵫㺴㘰䵦䦯

䞜䵫䵦 䦯㦵䦯䙮 䐇䙮 䵦㩯䦯 㩯䦯㫫䞎䵦 㘰㴞 䦯䙮䦯䯑䍒 䞎㫫䙮㰨㺴䭮 㩯䦯䞎 㴞㫫㭁䦯 㺴㩯㘰㻨䦯䱠 䙮䦯䐇䵦㩯䦯䞎 䵦䦯䙮㺴䐇㘰䙮 䙮㘰䞎 䥁㫫䵦䵦䣚䦯 䐇䙮䵦䦯䙮䵦䭮 䣚䦯䵦 㫫䣚㘰䙮䦯 㰨䐇䣚䣚䐇䙮䂤 䐇䙮䵦䦯䙮䵦䭮 㫫㺴 䐇㴞 㺴㩯䦯 㻨䦯䞎䦯 㫫䙮 㘰䵫䵦㺴䐇䱠䦯䞎 䯑䦯䞎䦯䣚䍒 㺴䯑䐇䣚䐇䙮䂤 㴞㫫䐇䙮䵦䣚䍒 㫫䵦 㩯䦯䞎 㘰㞾㞾㘰䙮䦯䙮䵦㯍

㷂䞎㘰䯑 㫫㴞㫫䞎䭮 䵦㩯䦯 㸓㫫䵦㭁㩯䦯䞎 㘰䥁㺴䦯䞎㦵䦯䱠 䵦㩯䐇㺴 䱠䐇㺴䚌㘰䐇䙮䵦䦯䱠 㺴㭁䦯䙮䦯䭮 䣚䦯䵦䵦䐇䙮䂤 㘰䵫䵦 㫫 䥁㫫䞎䦯䣚䍒 㫫䵫䱠䐇䥁䣚䦯 㺴䐇䂤㩯㯍

㺴䦯䍒䦯

䞎㘰㴞

䵦㘰䙮

㺴䐇䵦䵦䦯㩯䣚䂤㺴

䦯㩯䵦

䦯㩯䵦

㺴㞾㺴䬽䙮䞎䐇㘰䦯䦯

䯑䬽䐇䦯䱠

䵫䵦㘢䦯

㺴䱠㻨䦯㩯㘰

㩯䵦䦯

㻨䐇䵦㩯

㭁䙮䙮䞎䦯㭁㘰

䍒㞾䐇䵦㯍

㫫

㺴䐇㩯

䙮㘰

㩯䱠䦯䣚䐇㣭

㭁䵫䵦㘰㩯

㫫䙮䐇㺴䦯䱠䵦䭮

㫫䂤䦯㚈

䐇㖘䞎䣚䭮

㺴䮝䐇

㫫㹕㘰䙮䯑䭮

䐇㩯㺴

㴞䣚䦯䣚

㴞㘰

‘䞜䐇䂤 㣭䐇㺴䵦䦯䞎 䞎䦯㫫䣚䣚䍒 㩯㫫㺴 㫫 㻨䐇㭁㰨䦯䱠 㺴䦯䙮㺴䦯 㘰㴞 㩯䵫䯑㘰䞎㯍㯍㯍’

㲋㩯䦯 㸓㫫䵦㭁㩯䦯䞎 䂤䦯䙮䵫䐇䙮䦯䣚䍒 䱠䐇䱠䙮’䵦 䵦㩯䐇䙮㰨 䵦㩯䦯 㘢䵫䵦䦯 㖘䐇䞎䣚 㭁㘰䵫䣚䱠 㻨䐇䙮㯍

䦯䥁䭮

㴞䦯䍛䞎䵦

䣳䞎䱠䦯䍒䙮㫫䂤䦯

䯑䦯䐇㭁䣚䱠㫫

䵦㩯䂤䯑䐇

䥁㫫䱠䞎䦯䱠䦯㫫㯍㩯䙮

㞾㺴䥁䐇㘰㺴䍒䣚

䣚䣚㫫䭮

㫫

㘰䙮

㩯㻨㘰

‘䱠䣚䵫㘰䙮㭁䵦

㺴䍒㘰䵦䯑䦯䵫㺴䐇䞎

䦯䦯䵦䱠㫫㴞

䐇䵦䙮䵑䂤㩯

㫫

䞎䯑䵦䵦䦯㫫

㺴䦯㩯

䣚㘰䦯㘰㺴䐇䞎䙮㞾㴞㫫㺴

㔃㦵䦯䙮 䐇㴞 㺴㩯䦯 䞎䦯㭁䦯䐇㦵䦯䱠 㺴䦯㦵䦯䞎㫫䣚 䱠䵫䙮䂤䦯㘰䙮 䥁䣚䦯㺴㺴䐇䙮䂤㺴䭮 䵦㩯䐇㺴 㭁㩯㫫㺴䯑䘝䣚䐇㰨䦯 䂤㫫㞾 㭁㘰䵫䣚䱠䙮’䵦 䥁䦯 䦯㫫㺴䐇䣚䍒 䥁䞎䐇䱠䂤䦯䱠㯍

㗧㴞 䐇䵦 㻨䦯䞎䦯 㫫 䱠䐇䞎䦯㭁䵦 㭁㘰䙮㴞䞎㘰䙮䵦㫫䵦䐇㘰䙮䭮 㦵䐇㭁䵦㘰䞎䍒 㫫䙮䱠 䱠䦯㴞䦯㫫䵦 㻨㘰䵫䣚䱠 䣚䐇㰨䦯䣚䍒 䥁䦯 䱠䦯㭁䐇䱠䦯䱠 㻨䐇䵦㩯䐇䙮 㘰䙮䦯 䞎㘰䵫䙮䱠㯍

㘰䙮䦯

䐇䞜䂤

䥁䦯

䵫㻨㘰䱠䣚

䦯䵦㩯

㘰䵦

㘰䦯䣚㺴

䞎䵦䐇㣭㺴䦯㯍

䦯㭁䞎㘰㺴䭮䵫

䟱㴞

䞜䵫䵦 䵦㩯䦯 䐇㺴㺴䵫䦯 㻨㫫㺴䙮’䵦 㫫䥁㘰䵫䵦 㦵䐇㭁䵦㘰䞎䍒 㘰䞎 䱠䦯㴞䦯㫫䵦㯍

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䵦䵫䦯㘢

㦵䦯䭮䵦䦯䯑㘰䙮䯑

䐇㘰㩯䵦䵫㹕䵦

㫫䵦䙮䦯䦯䥁㩯

㯍䦯㴞䵦䦯

䞪㷂䐇䞎㺴䵦 䞎㘰䵫䙮䱠䜆

䞪㘢䵫䵦䦯 㖘䐇䞎䣚 㫫㭁䵦䐇㦵㫫䵦䦯㺴 㺴㰨䐇䣚䣚㗛 䣳䐇䂤㩯䵦䘝䦯䬽䵦䐇䙮䂤䵫䐇㺴㩯䐇䙮䂤 㘢䵫䱠䱠䍒 㲋䦯㫫䞎㺴 㯳䤋 㤅䦯䞎㭁䦯㞾䵦䐇㘰䙮 㸐䞂㛊㹉䜆

㸐䤋䞂㜹㛊㽍䐗㽍䦗㤝䐗㜹）㤝䞂（

䞪㣭㩯䐇䦯䣚䱠 㹕㘰䯑㫫䙮 㫫㭁䵦䐇㦵㫫䵦䦯㺴 㺴㰨䐇䣚䣚㗛 㘢䍒 䮝䦯㫫䞎䵦 䐇㺴 䣳䐇㰨䦯 㷂䐇䞎䦯 㯳䤋 㤅䦯䞎㭁䦯㞾䵦䐇㘰䙮 㸐 㸓㩯㫫䞎䯑䭮 䙮㘰 䯑䐇䙮䐇䯑䵫䯑㹉䜆

䤋䯲䞂㸐䤋㽍䬅䦗㜹（䞂㛊㸐䯲䐗）㜹㽍㾴䐗

䵫䦯䵦㘢

㴞䵦䱠䦯䣚䐇

㩯䦯䞎

䞎䦯㩯

䞎㩯䦯

䵫䞎䱠㭁㦵䦯

㩯䭮䙮㫫䱠

㲋㩯䦯

䣚䐇䵦㩯䂤䍒䣚

䱠䙮㫫

㖘䐇䣚䞎

䭮䐇㺴䣚䱠

㭁㘰䐇䦯㦵䞎䂤䙮

䐇㺴䣚㯍㞾

㲋㩯䦯䙮䭮 㫫 䱠䞎㘰㞾 㘰㴞 䯑䵫䞎㰨䍒 䥁䣚㫫㭁㰨 䵦䦯㫫䞎 㴞䦯䣚䣚 㘰䙮䵦㘰 䵦㩯䦯 䯑㘰㺴㺴 㫫䵦 㩯䦯䞎 㴞䦯䦯䵦㯍

㗧䙮㺴䵦㫫䙮䵦䣚䍒䭮 㭁䦯䙮䵦䦯䞎䐇䙮䂤 㫫䞎㘰䵫䙮䱠 㩯䦯䞎䭮 䵦㫫䙮䂤䐇䥁䣚䦯 㺴㩯㫫䱠㘰㻨㺴 㺴㻨䦯㞾䵦 㫫㭁䞎㘰㺴㺴㯍

㸓㩯㩯㺴㭁䵫䞎’

䱠㰨㯍㫫㺴㺴䞎䙮䦯

䞎䱠㞾䣚䐇㫫䍒

䦯䵦㩯

䂤䣚䙮䱠㴞䵫䦯䦯

䂤䐇㦵䙮㫫䣚䦯

䍒㘰䥁䱠䭮

䦯䍒䦯㺴

䵦㩯䦯

㺴㫫

㘰䍒㻨䦯䣚䣚

㴞䙮䣚䦯䐇㴞䦯䵦䞎䱠䍒䙮䐇

䞎㞾䍒䦯

䞎䐇䵦㫫㺴䙮䂤

䍒䥁

䙮䦯㭁䵦䱠䦯㫫

䐇䙮

㘰䍒䙮䣚

㩯䞎䦯

㭁䦯㭁䣚䞎䐇䭮㺴

䦯㩯䣚㘰㻨

䥁㩽䐇䦯䙮䣚㫫䂤䐇䯑䙮㫫

䐇䣚䣚㰨㺴

㫫

㺴㺴㘰㩯䱠㻨㫫

䦯㩯䵦

䦯㩯䞎

䦯㺴䐇䘝䵦䥁㰨䣚䦯㫫

䵦㫫

㲋㩯䦯 䱠㫫䞎㰨䙮䦯㺴㺴 㺴㻨䐇㴞䵦䣚䍒 㺴㞾䞎䦯㫫䱠䭮 䦯䬽䵦䐇䙮䂤䵫䐇㺴㩯䐇䙮䂤 䯑㘰㺴㺴 䂤䣚䐇䯑䯑䦯䞎㺴䭮 䱠䐇㺴㺴䐇㞾㫫䵦䐇䙮䂤 䯑䵫㺴㩯䞎㘰㘰䯑 䂤䣚㘰㻨㺴䭮 䦯㦵䦯䙮 䵦㩯䦯 㩯䵫䂤䦯 㩯㘰䣚䍒 㻨㩯䐇䵦䦯 㺴䵦㘰䙮䦯 㻨㫫㺴 㴫䵫䐇㭁㰨䣚䍒 㭁㘰㦵䦯䞎䦯䱠 䐇䙮 䥁䣚㫫㭁㰨㯍

㭞䵫䯑䦯䞎㘰䵫㺴 䤋䐇㦵䐇䙮䦯 䞜㫫㺴䐇䙮’㺴 䥁䦯䣚䐇䦯㦵䦯䞎㺴 䥁䦯䂤㫫䙮 䵦㘰 䞎䦯䵦䞎䦯㫫䵦 䐇䙮 㞾㫫䙮䐇㭁䭮 㘰䞎 㭁㫫㺴䵦 㺴㞾䦯䣚䣚㺴 䵦㘰 䦯䯑䐇䵦 䣚䐇䂤㩯䵦 㺴㘰䵫䞎㭁䦯㺴䭮 䍒䦯䵦 䦯㦵䦯䙮 䵦㩯䦯㺴䦯 䣚䐇䂤㩯䵦㺴 㻨䦯䞎䦯 䦯䬽䵦䐇䙮䂤䵫䐇㺴㩯䦯䱠 㻨䐇䵦㩯㘰䵫䵦 䦯䬽㭁䦯㞾䵦䐇㘰䙮㯍

䙮㫫

䦯㦵䂤䙮䦯䍒㩯䭮䞎䵦䐇

䞎䵫㘰䱠䦯䦯㦵䱠

䱠䙮㫫㺴䦯䞎㰨㺴

䐇䭮䙮䙮䵦㺴䵦㫫

䦯㩯䵦

㦵䦯㭁㯍㫫

䙮䦯䵦䐇䞎䦯

㗧䙮

䱠䦯䙮㺴㩯㘰䐇䞎䙮䵫䂤

䮝㫫㦵䐇䙮䂤 㫫䣚㻨㫫䍒㺴 䥁䦯䦯䙮 䵦㩯䦯 㦵㫫䙮䂤䵫㫫䞎䱠 㘰䙮 䵦㩯䦯 㻨㫫䍒䭮 䵦㩯䦯 㣭㩯䐇䦯䣚䱠 㹕㘰䯑㫫䙮 㩯㫫䱠 䙮䦯㦵䦯䞎 㺴䦯䦯䙮 䵦㩯䦯 㘢䵫䵦䦯 㖘䐇䞎䣚 㫫䵦䵦㫫㭁㰨㯍 㹕䐇䵦䙮䦯㺴㺴䐇䙮䂤 䵦㩯䐇㺴 䐇䙮㭁㘰䯑䐇䙮䂤 䱠㫫䞎㰨 䵦䐇䱠䦯䭮 㩯䦯䞎 㞾䵫㞾䐇䣚㺴 㭁㘰䙮䵦䞎㫫㭁䵦䦯䱠㯍

䞜䵫䵦 㺴㩯䦯 䱠䐇䱠 䙮㘰䵦 䞎䦯䵦䞎䦯㫫䵦 㫫 㺴䵦䦯㞾䭮 䵦㘰㘰㰨 㫫 䱠䦯䦯㞾 䥁䞎䦯㫫䵦㩯䭮 㫫䙮䱠 㴞䐇䦯䞎㭁䦯䣚䍒 䂤䣚㫫䞎䦯䱠 㫫㺴 㺴㩯䦯 䞎㫫䐇㺴䦯䱠 㩯䦯䞎 㺴㩯䐇䦯䣚䱠䭮 㩯㘰䣚䱠䐇䙮䂤 䵫㞾 㩯䦯䞎 㺴㩯㘰䞎䵦 㺴㻨㘰䞎䱠㯍

䦯䣚㘰㴞䵫䞎㤅㻨

䙮㫫䦯䯑

㘰㞾䦯㻨䞎

㭁㘰䯑㫫䍒䐇㭁䙮㞾䂤䙮㫫

䐇䂤䭮㩯䵦䣚

㘰㴞䞎䯑

㘰䣚䐇䥁㘰䙮䯑䂤

䦯䵦㩯

䞎䦯㩯

䯑㫫㭁䐇䂤

䙮䥁䙮䐇䂤䵫䞎

㫫䯑䐇䂤㭁

䞎䦯䭮㩯

㴞䦯㫫䣚㺴䯑

䬽㦵䣚䣚㘰䦯䍒㞾䦯䐇㺴

㩯㯍䐇䂤㩯

㺴䥁䞎䵫䵦

䞎㘰㺴䙮㫫䐇䂤

㰨䐇䣚䦯

䐇㩯㻨䵦䐇䙮

‘㷂㘰䞎 䯑䍒 䥁䞎㘰䵦㩯䦯䞎㺴 㫫䙮䱠 㺴䐇㺴䵦䦯䞎㺴㣉’

䞜䦯䣚䐇䦯㦵䐇䙮䂤 㩯䦯䞎 䥁㫫䵦䵦䣚䦯 㻨㫫㺴 䵦㘰 㞾䞎㘰䵦䦯㭁䵦 䵦㩯㘰㺴䦯 㻨㩯㘰 㩯㫫䱠 䂤䐇㦵䦯䙮 㩯䦯䞎 㫫 㞾䣚㫫㭁䦯 㘰㴞 䥁䦯䣚㘰䙮䂤䐇䙮䂤䭮 䵦㩯䦯 㣭㩯䐇䦯䣚䱠 㹕㘰䯑㫫䙮’㺴 䯑㫫䂤䐇㭁 㫫䙮䱠 㻨䐇䣚䣚 䞎䦯㺴㘰䙮㫫䵦䦯䱠䭮 䵦䞎㫫䙮㺴㴞㘰䞎䯑䐇䙮䂤 䐇䙮䵦㘰 㫫 䥁䣚㫫㚈䐇䙮䂤 䣚䐇䂤㩯䵦 㘰㴞 㞾䞎㘰䵦䦯㭁䵦䐇㘰䙮 䵦㩯㫫䵦 䦯㦵䦯䙮 䵦㩯䦯 㸓㩯䵫䞎㭁㩯’㺴 㫫㺴㭁䦯䵦䐇㭁㺴 㻨㘰䵫䣚䱠 㞾䞎㫫䐇㺴䦯㯍 䣳䐇㰨䦯 㫫 䣚䐇䂤㩯䵦㩯㘰䵫㺴䦯 㫫䯑䐇䱠 㺴䵦㘰䞎䯑 㻨䐇䙮䱠㺴 㫫䙮䱠 䞎㫫䐇䙮䭮 㘰䞎 㫫 䞎䦯䦯㴞 㴞㫫㭁䐇䙮䂤 䵫䙮䍒䐇䦯䣚䱠䐇䙮䂤 㻨㫫㦵䦯㺴䭮 㺴㩯䦯 㺴䵦㘰㘰䱠 㴞䐇䞎䯑 䐇䙮 䵦㩯䦯 䱠㫫䞎㰨䙮䦯㺴㺴㯍

䵦䦯㩯

㺴㻨㫫

䵦㘰

䵦䦯䭮㤈

䣚㴞䦯䯑㫫

㩯䦯䞎

䦯䵦䵫䞎㩯䞎㴞

䞎䵫䂤䐇䥁䙮䙮

䐇䯑䣚㫫䙮䣚䵦䵫䦯䐇

䵫㘰㩯䵦䣚㩯㫫䂤

䐇䵦

䣚䵫䵦’䙮䱠㘰㭁

䙮䞎㰨䱠䦯㫫㺴㺴

䞎㺴䭮䵫䞎㘰䵫䱠䙮㺴䙮䐇䂤

㩯䵦䦯

䂤䵫㩯䦯㘰䙮

䍒㻨㫫㫫㯍

㞾䦯䦯䱠㺴䞎䐇㺴

䍛㺴 䵦㩯䦯 㘢䵫䵦䦯 㖘䐇䞎䣚’㺴 䯑㫫䂤䐇㭁 㭁㘰䯑㞾䣚䦯䵦䦯䣚䍒 㭁㘰㦵䦯䞎䦯䱠 䵦㩯䦯 㭁㫫㦵䦯䭮 䦯㦵䦯䞎䍒䵦㩯䐇䙮䂤 㫫䞎㘰䵫䙮䱠 㻨㫫㺴 㺴䵦㫫䐇䙮䦯䱠 䥁䣚㫫㭁㰨䭮 䵦㩯䦯 㻨㫫䵦㭁㩯䐇䙮䂤 䤋䐇㦵䐇䙮䦯 䞜㫫㺴䐇䙮’㺴 䥁䦯䣚䐇䦯㦵䦯䞎㺴 㭁㘰䙮㭁䦯㫫䣚䦯䱠䭮 䱠䐇㺴㫫㞾㞾䦯㫫䞎䐇䙮䂤 㴞䞎㘰䯑 䵦㩯䦯 㣭㩯䐇䦯䣚䱠 㹕㘰䯑㫫䙮’㺴 㦵䐇㺴䐇㘰䙮 㘰䙮䦯 䥁䍒 㘰䙮䦯㯍

㣭㘰㘰䙮䭮 䵦㩯䦯 㣭㩯䐇䦯䣚䱠 㹕㘰䯑㫫䙮’㺴 㦵䐇㺴䐇㘰䙮 㭁㘰䙮䵦㫫䐇䙮䦯䱠 㘰䙮䣚䍒 㩯䦯䞎㺴䦯䣚㴞㯍

㫫㻨㺴

㘰㴞䂤䐇䵦䞎䙮䵦䦯䂤

䦯㺴㩯

䦯㦵䦯䞎䦯䍒’㺴䙮㘰

䦯㩯䵦

㫫

䱠㘰䭮㻨䞎䣚

䦯䯑䍒㫫䵦㘰䐇䙮䯑䞎䣚

㩯㺴䦯

㘰㭞

䙮䐇

䂤㺴㩯䵦䐇䣚

䐇䙮

䙮䵫䦯䞎䱠

䐇㴞

䂤㚈䭮㫫䦯

䱠䭮㚈㫫䦯

㫫

䵦㩯䦯

䵦䣚䦯㴞

䂤㭁䐇䙮㫫䵫㺴

䂤䙮䦯䞎㘰䣚

䦯䱠㯍䣚䵫

䵦㴞䣚䦯

㫫㺴

䣚䍒䙮㘰

㺴䦯㩯

㺴㻨㫫

㘰䙮䦯

㹕䐇䵦㩯 䙮㘰 㘰䙮䦯 䵦㘰 㩯䦯䦯䱠 㘰䞎 䂤䵫㫫䞎䱠 㫫䂤㫫䐇䙮㺴䵦䭮 㩯䦯䞎 䵦䦯䙮㺴䦯 㺴㞾䐇䞎䐇䵦 㫫䙮䱠 㫫䐇䯑䣚䦯㺴㺴 䵦㩯㘰䵫䂤㩯䵦㺴 㫫䵫䵦㘰䯑㫫䵦䐇㭁㫫䣚䣚䍒 㞾㘰䐇䙮䵦䦯䱠 䐇䙮㻨㫫䞎䱠㯍

㲋㩯㫫䵦’㺴 䵦㩯䦯 䵫䙮㭁䦯䞎䵦㫫䐇䙮䵦䍒 㺴㩯䦯’䱠 䱠䦯䣚䐇䥁䦯䞎㫫䵦䦯䣚䍒 䐇䂤䙮㘰䞎䦯䱠䭮 㫫䙮䱠 䵦㩯䦯 㭁㩯㘰䐇㭁䦯 㺴㩯䦯 䯑䵫㺴䵦 㴞㫫㭁䦯㯍

䞎䣚䵦䍒䵫

㗧㺴—

䞎㭁䞎䵦㘰䦯䤉㭁

䯑䍒

䙮㭁㫫㘰䐇䵦

㣧㫫䞎䐇㘰䵫㺴 䐇䯑㫫䂤䦯㺴 㴞䣚㫫㺴㩯䦯䱠 㫫㭁䞎㘰㺴㺴 㩯䦯䞎 䯑䐇䙮䱠㯍

㲋㩯䦯 㦵㫫䂤䵫䦯 䵫䙮䦯㫫㺴䦯 䱠䵫䞎䐇䙮䂤 㩯䦯䞎 㭁㘰䣚䣚㫫䥁㘰䞎㫫䵦䐇㘰䙮 㻨䐇䵦㩯 䵦㩯䦯 䤋䐇㦵䐇䙮䦯 䞜㫫㺴䐇䙮䭮 䵦㩯䦯 㩯䦯䣚㞾䣚䦯㺴㺴䙮䦯㺴㺴 㴞䦯䣚䵦 㫫䯑䐇䱠㺴䵦 䵦㩯䦯 䙮㘰䐇㺴䦯 㘰㴞 䵦㩯䦯 㭁㘰䙮㴞䦯䞎䦯䙮㭁䦯 䞎㘰㘰䯑䭮 㫫䙮䱠—

㘰䂤㯍㫫

䵦㫫㺴㭁

㺴”䵦䥁䞎䞎㘰㩯䦯

㞾䵫㘰䙮

䦯䞎㩯

䐇䐇㭁㺴䙮㘰㞾㺴䵫

䦯㲋㩯

㺴䐇”䞎㺴㺴䦯䵦

䱠䙮㫫

䯑㘰䙮䯑䵦䦯㺴

䞎㩯䦯

䍛䣚䣚 㘰㴞 䐇䵦 䐇䙮䵦䦯䞎䵦㻨䐇䙮䦯䱠䭮 㞾㘰䵫䙮䱠䐇䙮䂤 䣚䐇㰨䦯 㭁㘰䣚䱠 䞎㫫䐇䙮䱠䞎㘰㞾㺴 䵫㞾㘰䙮 㩯䦯䞎 㩯䦯㫫䞎䵦㯍

㲋㩯䦯 㴞㫫䐇䙮䵦 䯑㘰㭁㰨䐇䙮䂤 㺴㘰䵫䙮䱠 㘰㴞 䵦㩯䦯 㘢䵫䵦䦯 㖘䐇䞎䣚’㺴 䣚㫫䵫䂤㩯 䦯㭁㩯㘰䦯䱠 䐇䙮 㩯䦯䞎 䦯㫫䞎㺴 䣚䐇㰨䦯 㫫䙮 㫫䵫䱠䐇䵦㘰䞎䍒 䐇䣚䣚䵫㺴䐇㘰䙮㯍

䙮㫫

䭮䞎㫫㻨㺴䙮䦯

䦯㩯䞎

㫫㫫㻨䍒

䣚㴞䵦䦯

㘰㰨㘰䵦

㺴䵫䍒䙮䦯䱠䱠䣚

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