Chapter 1121: 1122: Dominance
Chapter 1121: 1122: Dominance
Capítulo 1121: Chapter 1122: Dominance
“There’s no need for formalities, my junior brothers. In the Qingxu Sect, you need not address me as Sect Leader Lin. Could you tell me if Senior Brother Qing is in the palace hall?” Lin Fei maintained a humble demeanor, his face carrying an amiable expression as he spoke to the legendary masters of the Qingxu Sect.
The legendary masters of the Qingxu Sect were deeply moved to tears when they heard Lin Fei address them as junior brothers.
With Lin Fei’s current status and power, it’s natural for them to look up to him, yet Lin Fei showed no arrogance and considered them as his junior brothers, even asking them not to address him as Sect Leader.
This was clearly treating them as his own.
The Qingxu Sect masters felt both honored and surprised and immediately responded, “Senior Brother Lin, Senior Brother Qing and the Sect Leader are already waiting in the palace hall and have instructed us to bring you to them as soon as you arrive.”
Lin Fei nodded, “Then, lead the way.”
“Certainly, Senior Brother Lin.”
Immediately, two of the Qingxu Sect masters led Lin Fei to the grand hall.
Within the magnificent palace, the Qingxu Sect Leader, Qing Tiancheng, sat on the grand chair in the hall, his hand pressed against his forehead, his brows furrowed.
On the chairs at the two sides of the hall, sat Qing Dong and Zhuang Chong, and Elder Yue Ling, their expressions equally grave.
“Father, the Celestial Dragon Sect suddenly sent word to us, notifying that three days later, the Celestial Dragon Sect’s Young Master Long Yunxie will marry Qingcheng on Celestial Dragon Island. I’m sure Qingcheng is being forced.” Qing Dong spoke with anger in his eyes as he looked at Qing Tiancheng seated in the hall’s grand chair.
Qing Tiancheng listened to his son’s indignant words, his face showing helplessness.
He certainly knew Qingcheng wouldn’t marry Long Yunxie, the Celestial Dragon Sect’s Young Master, because Qingcheng had made a vow of life and death to be with Lin Fei during Lin Fei’s inauguration ceremony as Sect Leader, witnessed by the leaders of the ten major sects.
Qing Tiancheng trusted his daughter; she couldn’t have changed her heart so quickly.
As a sect leader, Qing Tiancheng wasn’t blind to the fact that the marriage proposal from the Celestial Dragon Sect’s Young Master Long Yunxie to Qingcheng is nothing more than a strategy to use against Lin Fei.
After all, every sect now knows about Qingcheng’s relationship with Lin Fei.
And with Lin Fei currently missing, the Celestial Dragon Sect, unable to find him, is simply employing any means possible to deal with him.
Qingcheng naturally became a target for the Celestial Dragon Sect. However, even if Qing Tiancheng knew all of this, he was powerless.
As the leader of the Pacific Ocean’s secret realm sects, the Celestial Dragon Sect was the dominant force, and the Qingxu Sect’s power was insufficient to oppose it.
Even if Qing Tiancheng led the Qingxu Sect masters to attack, it would only lead to their destruction.
But Qingcheng is his daughter, and as a father, he couldn’t just stand by.
“Sect Leader, I have something to say. I’m not sure if it is appropriate?” At this time, Elder Zhuang Chong spoke solemnly to Qing Tiancheng.
Qing Tiancheng replied, “Elder Zhuang, go ahead, speak your mind.”
Zhuang Chong said, “Sect Leader, while Qingcheng’s relationship with Lin Fei is known to all the sects, I believe her staying with Lin Fei won’t lead to a good outcome.”
“A few days ago, a great battle in the Flying Heaven Secret Realm ended with Lin Fei becoming hostile to numerous major figures and, though wounded, he escaped only by trickery. However, those major figures will not forgive him, and one day he will perish at their hands.”
“Therefore, Qingcheng being with him will not lead to a good end. On the contrary, with Long Yunxie from the Celestial Dragon Sect, Qingcheng will be protected by their power, and no sect would dare to offend Qingcheng.”
“Elder Zhuang, I disagree with your view,” Qing Dong opposed, saying, “I believe my sister being with Lin Fei will result in a good outcome.”
“Although Lin Fei was injured by the major figures a few days ago in the Flying Heaven Secret Realm, they didn’t get away easily either, and to put it bluntly, they are more seriously wounded than Lin Fei.”
Zhuang Chong’s face turned sullen, some displeasure evident as he said, “Young Master Qing Dong, are you thinking of opposing the Celestial Dragon Sect? Are you going to sacrifice everyone in the Qingxu Sect as a price to confront the Celestial Dragon Sect?”
“No worries, Elder Zhuang. Although our sect cannot match the Celestial Dragon Sect, I’ve already informed Lin Fei of my sister being coerced by the Celestial Dragon Sect, and I believe Lin Fei will surely rescue my sister.” Qing Tiancheng spoke with great conviction.
Elder Zhuang, however, sneered and said, “Young Master Qing Dong, Lin Fei was severely injured and defeated by numerous major figures just days ago, escaping without a trace, likely still recuperating at this moment. How could he possibly rescue Qingcheng now?”
“Even if he has recovered from his injuries, it’s doubtful he has the courage to go to the Celestial Dragon Sect and rescue Qingcheng. Otherwise, why would Qingcheng be with him, only to end up with Long Yunxie?”
“Could it be that Lin Fei is a coward, seeking to appease the Dragon Association by giving Qingcheng away to Long Yunxie?”
“Who said I gave Qingcheng to Long Yunxie?” Just then, a voice came from the grand hall’s entrance.
Inside the hall, Qing Tiancheng, Qing Dong, Zhuang Chong, and Yue Yunling immediately turned their gaze towards the entrance. Their expressions varied as they saw Lin Fei standing there.
Qing Tiancheng was a bit caught off guard, while Qing Dong’s face was brimming with joy.
Zhuang Chong, meanwhile, was full of awkwardness and surprise.
Zhuang Chong hadn’t anticipated that while he was belittling Lin Fei, Lin Fei would suddenly appear.
Thus, his face was utterly surprised.
If he disparaged Lin Fei, it was because he didn’t wish to oppose the Celestial Dragon Sect and didn’t want to waste his life.
But being caught speaking ill of someone behind their back, Zhuang Chong was still a bit tense.
After all, this is not the same Lin Fei who had just joined the Qingxu Sect, but one who even numerous major leaders find difficult to defeat.
Lin Fei walked into the grand hall, directly towards Zhuang Chong.
Zhuang Chong felt an immense pressure from Lin Fei, akin to a mountain pressing down on him, making him feel overwhelmed.
Despite being a second-level legendary master, under Lin Fei’s pressure, he felt as if he could barely breathe.
Gradually, cold sweat covered Zhuang Chong’s forehead; under this tremendous pressure, he felt his psyche was near collapse.
He finally understood why Lin Fei, under the joint attack of numerous major masters, could survive; mere presence had enough pressure to crush his confidence.
“Slap!” A thundering slap suddenly echoed.
Qing Tiancheng, Qing Dong, and Elder Yue Ling were instantly stunned because they saw Zhuang Chong suddenly raise his hand to give himself a resounding slap.
A distinctly visible handprint was left on Zhuang Chong’s cheek.
The one who slapped Zhuang Chong wasn’t anyone else, but Zhuang Chong himself.
After the slap, Zhuang Chong’s face immediately swelled like a steamed bun.
In hitting himself so hard, he knocked two teeth to the floor, and a strand of blood trickled from his mouth’s corner.
“Sect Leader Lin, please forgive my earlier offensive words. I now solemnly apologize to Sect Leader Lin, hoping he can show generosity and pardon me this time!” Zhuang Chong endured the pain and humbly addressed Lin Fei.
Lin Fei replied coldly, “Were it not for you being part of Qingxu Sect, with your baseless slander against me, you’d be dead this moment.”
Upon hearing this, Zhuang Chong was terrified, cold sweat soaking his back; he dared not breathe heavily.
擄
㐡䋙㿱㪁
䱀㐮㐡䵇㽡
䲜䋙䎓
䲜䋙㬨䎓
㨑䱀䳣㶢
㪁㐡㨑
櫓
蘆
虜
㸢䱀㽡䗀
㸢䱀㽡
㖠”䋙㨑
㪁㻈”㼟䲜䲜䵇㐡
䱀䐱
盧
櫓
㿱㨑䋙㽡䋙䗀䲜䙭
㢯䗀䲜
㼟䋙㐮㪉
䳣䋙㨑㱽
盧
㪉䱀
㔢䗀㹮㨑㹮䲜䱀㨑
㖠䋙㨑
㪁
㨑㝭䲜㐮
㽡䐱䵇䵇
䵇䵇㪁
魯
䞫
老
䲜䱀㹮㔢㒿
㹮䐱㪁䲜
䙭䱀㸢
爐
㢯 㿱㒿䋙䵇䲜 㪁䋺䋺䲜㪁䗀䲜㐡 䱀㨑 㖠䋙㨑 䎓䲜䋙’㿱 䐱㪁㹮䲜 㪁㿱 㼟䲜 㿱㪁䋙㐡 㪉䱀 㱽䋙㨑䳣 㶢䱀㨑䳣㬨 “䣬䲜㨑䋙䱀䗀 䨢䗀䱀㪉㼟䲜䗀 㱽䋙㨑䳣㬨 䞫’㒿 䐱䋙㨑䲜 㨑䱀㐮㔢 䞸㼟㪁㪉’㿱 㪉㼟䲜 㐡䲜㪁䵇 㐮䋙㪉㼟 㱽䋙㨑䳣㹮㼟䲜㨑䳣 㪁㨑㐡 㖠䱀㨑䳣 㶿㽡㨑㬄䋙䲜’㿱 㒿㪁䗀䗀䋙㪁䳣䲜㻈”
䨢䲜䐱䱀䗀䲜 䲜㨑㪉䲜䗀䋙㨑䳣 㪉㼟䲜 㒿㪁䋙㨑 㼟㪁䵇䵇㬨 㼟䲜 㼟㪁㐡 㪁䵇䗀䲜㪁㐡㸢 䱀㪯䲜䗀㼟䲜㪁䗀㐡 㪉㼟䲜 㹮䱀㨑㪯䲜䗀㿱㪁㪉䋙䱀㨑 㽘䲜㪉㐮䲜䲜㨑 㱽䋙㨑䳣 㶢䱀㨑䳣 㪁㨑㐡 㪉㼟䲜 䱀㪉㼟䲜䗀㿱㔢
㪁㨑㐡
䋙䎓䲜
㨑䱀
䋙㒿䵇㿱䲜
䗀㪁㪁䲜䋺䲜㐡䋺
㝭䋺㬨䲜㿱䱀
㼟䋙䗀䲜㪉
㨑㱽䳣䋙
㶢䳣㨑䱀
㖠㨑䋙
㪁
㪁㹮㔢䐱㿱䲜
㢯㿱
㭣㼟㽡㪁㨑䳣 㺉㼟䱀㨑䳣㬨 㐡䗀䲜㨑㹮㼟䲜㐡 䋙㨑 㹮䱀䵇㐡 㿱㐮䲜㪁㪉㬨 䋙㒿㒿䲜㐡䋙㪁㪉䲜䵇㸢 䐱䲜䵇㪉 䗀䲜䵇䋙䲜㪯䲜㐡㬨 㪁㨑㐡 㪉㼟䲜 䋙㒿㒿䲜㨑㿱䲜 䋺䗀䲜㿱㿱㽡䗀䲜 㖠䋙㨑 䎓䲜䋙 㼟㪁㐡 䲜㬄䲜䗀㪉䲜㐡 䱀㨑 㼟䋙㒿 㐡䋙㿱㿱䋙䋺㪁㪉䲜㐡㔢
䞸䋙㪉㼟 㪁 㪉㼟㽡㐡㬨 㪉㼟䲜 䋺䗀䲜㿱㿱㽡䗀䲜 䵇䋙䐱㪉䲜㐡㬨 㪁㨑㐡 㭣㼟㽡㪁㨑䳣 㺉㼟䱀㨑䳣 㹮䱀䵇䵇㪁䋺㿱䲜㐡 㪉䱀 㪉㼟䲜 䳣䗀䱀㽡㨑㐡㬨 䵇䱀䱀㝭䋙㨑䳣 䋺㪁䵇䲜 㪁㨑㐡 䋺㪁㨑㪉䋙㨑䳣 㼟䲜㪁㪯䋙䵇㸢㔢
㨑㪁㐡
㸢㽡䵇䗀䲜㪉䱀㪁㪉䎓㨑㬨
㼟䳣㪁㽡㨑㭣
䲜㐮䲜䗀
䲜䎓䋙
㪁䋙㽘䳣䗀㿱㒿㿱䲜㨑䗀㪁
㐡’㨑㪉䋙㐡
㹮䲜䋙㨑㪉䱀
㪁㨑㐡
㔢㿱䲜㪉㪁㪉
㱽䋙䳣㨑
䳣䋙㨑㪁㪉㝭䵇
㶢㨑䳣䱀
㨑䋙㖠
䱀㼟’㨑䳣㿱㺉
㱽䋙㨑䳣 㒽䋙㪁㨑㹮㼟䲜㨑䳣 䳣㪁㪯䲜 㪁㨑 䲜㸢䲜 㿱䋙䳣㨑㪁䵇 㪉䱀 㶿㽡䲜 㖠䋙㨑䳣㬨 㐮㼟䱀 㪉㼟䲜㨑 䄌㽡䋙㹮㝭䵇㸢 㼟䲜䵇䋺䲜㐡 㪉㼟䲜 㹮䱀䵇䵇㪁䋺㿱䲜㐡 㭣㼟㽡㪁㨑䳣 㺉㼟䱀㨑䳣 㪉䱀 㼟䋙㿱 䐱䲜䲜㪉㬨 㪁㪯䱀䋙㐡䋙㨑䳣 㼟䋙㿱 䲜㒿㽘㪁䗀䗀㪁㿱㿱㒿䲜㨑㪉㔢
㱽䋙㨑䳣 㶢䱀㨑䳣’㿱 䐱㪁㹮䲜 㿱㼟䱀㐮䲜㐡 㪁㨑䳣䲜䗀䧴 䙭㽡㿱㪉 䱀㪯䲜䗀 㪁㨑 㼟䱀㽡䗀 㪁䳣䱀㬨 㒿㪁㿱㪉䲜䗀㿱 䐱䗀䱀㒿 㪉㼟䲜 㺉䲜䵇䲜㿱㪉䋙㪁䵇 㶢䗀㪁䳣䱀㨑 䣬䲜㹮㪉 㹮㪁㒿䲜 㪉䱀 㱽䋙㨑䳣㬄㽡 䣬䲜㹮㪉 㪉䱀 㐡䲜䵇䋙㪯䲜䗀 㪁 㒿䲜㿱㿱㪁䳣䲜 㪉㼟㪁㪉 䋙㨑 㪉㼟䗀䲜䲜 㐡㪁㸢㿱㬨 㪉㼟䲜 㺉䲜䵇䲜㿱㪉䋙㪁䵇 㶢䗀㪁䳣䱀㨑 䣬䲜㹮㪉’㿱 㶿䱀㽡㨑䳣 䒃㪁㿱㪉䲜䗀 㖠䱀㨑䳣 㶿㽡㨑㬄䋙䲜 㐮䱀㽡䵇㐡 㒿㪁䗀䗀㸢 㒿㸢 㿱䋙㿱㪉䲜䗀 㱽䋙㨑䳣㹮㼟䲜㨑䳣㬨 㪁㨑㐡 㪉㼟䲜㸢 㐮㪁㨑㪉䲜㐡 㒿㸢 䐱㪁㪉㼟䲜䗀 㪁㨑㐡 㒿䲜 㪉䱀 㪁㪉㪉䲜㨑㐡 㪉㼟䲜 㐮䲜㐡㐡䋙㨑䳣㔢”
㽡㪉㒿㿱
㐡䲜䗀䲜㹮㹮䱀
㪉㺉㪁䵇䋙䲜䲜䵇㿱
㪯㼟㪁䲜
㪉㼟䲜
㿱䲜㼟
䳣䗀䱀㶢㨑㪁
㽡㔢㸢䱀
䞫”
㿱䱀
㔢䲜”㿱㿱㒿䲜䳣㪁
䲜㪉㿱㨑
㒿㸢
䞫
㐡㪁㨑
㪯㨑䲜䲜䗀
䲜㪉㬨䣬㹮
㪉㿱㿱䲜䗀䋙䧴
䋙㿱䋙㪉㪉䱀㽡㨑㬨㪁
䲜㨑㽘䲜
㼟㿱䲜
㶿䋙䲜㨑㽡㬄
䲜㼟㿱
䱀㐡䵇㐮㽡
㼟㪉䋙㿱
㪁㨑
䞫
㸢㽘
㼟䋙㨑㪉㝭
䳣䱀㨑㖠
㨑䱀㝭㐮
㹮㽘䲜䲜㽡㪁㿱
㪉䋙㿱’
㽡㸢䱀
䗀㒿㪁䗀㸢
䲜䗀㨑㪉䳣㽡
䵇䋙㝭䲜㿱
㖠䋙㨑 䎓䲜䋙 㨑䱀㐡㐡䲜㐡㬨 “㞝㪯䲜㨑 䋙䐱 㸢䱀㽡 㼟㪁㐡㨑’㪉 㿱䲜㨑㪉 㒿䲜 㪁 㒿䲜㿱㿱㪁䳣䲜㬨 䞫 㐮䱀㽡䵇㐡 㼟㪁㪯䲜 䳣䱀㨑䲜 㪉䱀 㪉㼟䲜 㺉䲜䵇䲜㿱㪉䋙㪁䵇 㶢䗀㪁䳣䱀㨑 䣬䲜㹮㪉㔢 䀐䱀㐮 㪉㼟㪁㪉 㱽䋙㨑䳣㹮㼟䲜㨑䳣 䋙㿱 㽘䲜䋙㨑䳣 㹮䱀䲜䗀㹮䲜㐡 㽘㸢 㪉㼟䲜㒿㬨 䞫 㼟㪁㪯䲜 㪉䱀 䳣䱀 䲜㪯䲜㨑 㒿䱀䗀䲜㔢”
“㖠䋙㨑 䎓䲜䋙㬨 㪁䗀䲜 㸢䱀㽡 㹮䱀㨑䐱䋙㐡䲜㨑㪉 㸢䱀㽡 㹮㪁㨑 䗀䲜㿱㹮㽡䲜 㱽䋙㨑䳣㹮㼟䲜㨑䳣㻈” 㢯㪉 㪉㼟䋙㿱㬨 㱽䋙㨑䳣 㒽䋙㪁㨑㹮㼟䲜㨑䳣’㿱 䐱㪁㹮䲜 㿱㼟䱀㐮䲜㐡 㪁 㪉䗀㪁㹮䲜 䱀䐱 䳣㽡䋙䵇㪉 㪁㿱 㼟䲜 䵇䱀䱀㝭䲜㐡 㪁㪉 㖠䋙㨑 䎓䲜䋙 㪁㨑㐡 㪁㿱㝭䲜㐡㔢
㴳㪁䱀
䣬㐡䱀䗀㐮
䳣㪁㬨䋙䲜䗀䗀㪁㒿
䋙㱽㨑䳣
㼟㨑㐮䲜
㪁㨑㿱䲜䲜䗀㒿㒿㿱䗀㪉㽘㪁
䋙㪯䲜㨑䋙㶢
㪁
㨑㪉㐡䲜㪁㐮
㪉㼟䲜
䱀䐱
䣬㹮㪉䲜
㼟䲜㨑㐮
㖠䋙㨑
㪁㨑
㨑䱀䵇㪉䋙㿱㹮䐱㹮
㐮㪁㿱
䐱䋙㒿䵇㪁㸢
㼟䱀㪉㽡䗀䳣㼟
䐱䱀
㐡㨑㪁
㒽㹮㨑䳣㼟䋙㪁㨑䲜
䱀㪉
㪉䋙䲜㒿
㿱㪁㐮
㒿䐱䗀䱀
䋺䱀䋙㪉㨑
㐡㼟㪁
䲜䎓㔢䋙
㪁䋙㪉㿱㨑䳣㪁
㪉㼟㐮䋙
㿱㸢㪯䲜䗀䵇䋙㬨䱀䲦㽡
㪉䋙㼟㐮
䗀䲜㪉䲜㼟
㨑䵇㹮䲜㪁䋙䵇㪁
㪉䵇㿱䵇䋙
䲜㼟
䎓㬨䋙䲜
㪯䲜㨑䲜
㪉㼟䲜
㪉䱀㼟䲜䗀㬨
㼟䲜㪉
㼟㹮㪁䲜
䗀㿱㐮㿱㐡䱀
䱀㪉
䲜䱀㿱㒿
䲜䲜䗀㼟㪉
䋙䗀㨑㪁䳣㐡㐮
䱀㿱
㖠㨑䋙
䋙㪁䐱䳣㹮㨑
䨢㽡㪉 㿱䋙㨑㹮䲜 䋙㪉 㹮䱀㨑㹮䲜䗀㨑䲜㐡 㼟䋙㿱 㐡㪁㽡䳣㼟㪉䲜䗀㬨 㼟䲜 㐮㪁㿱 㿱㪉䋙䵇䵇 㪯䲜䗀㸢 㪁㨑㬄䋙䱀㽡㿱㬨 㿱䱀 㼟䲜 㪁㿱㝭䲜㐡 㖠䋙㨑 䎓䲜䋙㔢
㖠䋙㨑 䎓䲜䋙 㽘䱀䗀䲜 㨑䱀 䳣䗀㽡㐡䳣䲜㿱 㪁䳣㪁䋙㨑㿱㪉 㱽䋙㨑䳣 㒽䋙㪁㨑㹮㼟䲜㨑䳣䧴 㪁䐱㪉䲜䗀 㪁䵇䵇㬨 㼟䲜 㐮㪁㿱 㱽䋙㨑䳣㹮㼟䲜㨑䳣 㪁㨑㐡 㱽䋙㨑䳣 㶢䱀㨑䳣’㿱 䐱㪁㪉㼟䲜䗀㬨 㪁㨑㐡 㽘䲜㿱䋙㐡䲜㿱㬨 㴳㪁䱀 㱽䋙㽡 㐮㪁㿱 㐡䲜㪁㐡㬨 㪁㨑㐡 㪉㼟䲜 㒿㪁䗀䗀䋙㪁䳣䲜 㽘䲜㪉㐮䲜䲜㨑 㱽䋙㨑䳣㹮㼟䲜㨑䳣 㪁㨑㐡 㪉㼟䲜 㴳㪁䱀 䐱㪁㒿䋙䵇㸢 㐮㪁㿱 䋙㒿䋺䱀㿱㿱䋙㽘䵇䲜㔢
㪉㼟䗀䲜䲜
㨑䣬䲜㹮”䋙
㪉䱀
㨑䋙㱽䳣
䋙㨑
㪁䗀䐱㔢䲜
䱀㨑㪉
䲜㹮䣬㪉
㐮䲜㨑㐡䋙䳣㐡
䞫䐱
䋙㿱
䗀㐡䲜㒿㪁䋙㨑䲜
䵇䵇䋙㐮
䗀䨢㼟䲜䱀㪉䗀
䋙䎓䲜
䱀䳣㬨
㪉㨑㐡䲜䱀㿱’
㪁㐡㨑
㪁㐮㪉㨑
㪁㼟䲜㪯
䱀㽘䱀㸢㽡䵇䋙㿱㪯
䱀㨑䗀䲜䋙䣬
㪁㨑㸢
䱀”䳣㔢
㼟㪉䲜
㿱㐡㬨㪁㸢
㒿㹮㪁䵇㬨
䲜䲜䗀㖠㐡㪁
㐮䲜
㖠䋙㨑
㨑䲜㪉㼟
㐡㨑䲜㪉㪉㪁㔢
㪉䱀
䋙䱀㨑㿱㐮㼟䳣
㱽䋙䳣㨑
㱽䋙㨑䳣 㒽䋙㪁㨑㹮㼟䲜㨑䳣 㐡䋙㐡 㐮㪁㨑㪉 㪉䱀 䳣䱀 㪉䱀 㪉㼟䲜 㺉䲜䵇䲜㿱㪉䋙㪁䵇 㶢䗀㪁䳣䱀㨑 䣬䲜㹮㪉 㪉䱀 䗀䲜㿱㹮㽡䲜 㼟䋙㿱 㐡㪁㽡䳣㼟㪉䲜䗀㬨 㽘㽡㪉 㼟䲜 㪁䵇㿱䱀 㝭㨑䲜㐮 㪉㼟㪁㪉 㼟䲜 䵇㪁㹮㝭䲜㐡 㪉㼟䲜 㿱㪉䗀䲜㨑䳣㪉㼟 㪉䱀 㿱㪁㪯䲜 㼟䲜䗀㔢
䣬䱀 㽡䵇㪉䋙㒿㪁㪉䲜䵇㸢㬨 㖠䋙㨑 䎓䲜䋙 㐮㪁㿱 㪉㼟䲜 䱀㨑䵇㸢 䱀㨑䲜 㐮㼟䱀 㹮䱀㽡䵇㐡 㿱㪁㪯䲜 㼟䋙㿱 㐡㪁㽡䳣㼟㪉䲜䗀㔢
㨑䋙㖠
㔢䲜䋙䎓
㨑䋙䗀䳣㽘
㽡䱀㸢
䋙㨑䲜䣬”㹮
䲜㐮䲜䗀
㼟㹮㨑㿱㨑㪁䋙㒽’䳣䲜
‘䱀㨑㐡㪉
䞫
䲜䲜䋙㿱㪉㨑䵇䵇㸢㪁㿱
㿱㪁䐱㸢”䲜䵇㔢
䱀㪉
䗀㪉䲜㿱
䋙㱽㨑䳣
䳣㬨䱀
㿱㸢䲜㪁㔢
䱀㪉
㪯㞝㨑䲜
㐡䗀㪁㽡䳣㼟㪉䲜
㱽䋙䲜㨑㨑䳣䳣㹮㼟
㽘㪁㝭㹮
䗀㽡䲜㹮㿱䲜
㽡’㸢䱀䗀䲜
䐱䋙
㨑㹮㪁
䵇㿱㪉䋙䵇
㼟䋙㿱
䗀㿱䱀㐡㐮
㬨䳣㨑㹮㨑䋙㱽㼟䳣䲜
㨑䱀䳣䳣䋙
㨑㹮㪁
䳣䗀㽡㨑㪉㪉䲜㿱㨑䋙
㒽㼟䋙㿱 㐮㪁㿱 㪁㝭䋙㨑 㪉䱀 㐡䲜㨑㸢䋙㨑䳣 㼟䋙㿱 䋺䗀䲜㪯䋙䱀㽡㿱 䋙㨑㪉䲜㨑㪉 㪉䱀 㒿㪁䗀䗀㸢 㱽䋙㨑䳣㹮㼟䲜㨑䳣 㪉䱀 㴳㪁䱀 㱽䋙㽡㔢
㖠䋙㨑 䎓䲜䋙 㿱㪁䋙㐡㬨 “䲩䲜㿱㪉 㪁㿱㿱㽡䗀䲜㐡㬨 䣬䲜㹮㪉 㖠䲜㪁㐡䲜䗀 㱽䋙㨑䳣㬨 䞫 㐮䋙䵇䵇 㽘䗀䋙㨑䳣 㱽䋙㨑䳣㹮㼟䲜㨑䳣 㽘㪁㹮㝭 㿱㪁䐱䲜䵇㸢㔢”
㱽䳣㨑䋙
㒽㹮㼟㨑䳣䋙䲜㪁㨑
䐱䵇㽡䵇
䗀㪉㽡㪉㿱
䋙㖠㨑
㐡䲜㨑㐡䱀㬨㐡
䋙㼟㿱
䋙㨑
㹮䳣㨑䵇䋙䋺㪁
䎓䲜䋙㔢
“䱁䱀㐮䲜㪯䲜䗀㬨 䞫 㐮䋙䵇䵇 㿱㪉㪁㸢 㪁㪉 㱽䋙㨑䳣㬄㽡 䣬䲜㹮㪉 䐱䱀䗀 㪉㐮䱀 㐡㪁㸢㿱㬨 㪁㨑㐡 䞫 㼟䱀䋺䲜 㪉㼟㪁㪉 㨑䱀 䱀㨑䲜 㐮䋙䵇䵇 㿱䲜㹮䗀䲜㪉䵇㸢 䵇䲜㪁㝭 㒿㸢 䋺䗀䲜㿱䲜㨑㹮䲜 㼟䲜䗀䲜㔢 䛠㪉㼟䲜䗀㐮䋙㿱䲜㬨 䞫 㐮䱀㨑’㪉 䵇䲜㪉 㪉㼟㪁㪉 䋺䲜䗀㿱䱀㨑 䱀䐱䐱 䲜㪁㿱䋙䵇㸢㔢” 㢯㿱 㖠䋙㨑 䎓䲜䋙 㿱㪁䋙㐡 㪉㼟䋙㿱㬨 㼟䋙㿱 䳣㪁䱣䲜 䐱䲜䵇䵇 㐡䋙䗀䲜㹮㪉䵇㸢 䱀㨑 㭣㼟㽡㪁㨑䳣 㺉㼟䱀㨑䳣’㿱 䐱㪁㹮䲜㔢
㭣㼟㽡㪁㨑䳣 㺉㼟䱀㨑䳣 䋙㒿㒿䲜㐡䋙㪁㪉䲜䵇㸢 䐱䲜䵇㪉 㪉㼟㪁㪉 㒿䱀㽡㨑㪉㪁䋙㨑䕩䵇䋙㝭䲜 䋺䗀䲜㿱㿱㽡䗀䲜 䱀㨑 㼟䋙㒿 㪁䳣㪁䋙㨑㬨 㪁㿱 䋙䐱 䋙㪉 㐮䱀㽡䵇㐡 㹮䗀㽡㿱㼟 㼟䋙㒿㔢
䲜䎓䋙’㿱
䱀㪉
㪁
䱀㐮㿱䗀㐡
㐮㪁㨑䳣䗀䋙㨑
㐮㨑䲜㝭
㪉㼟㪉㪁
㪁㭣䳣㼟㽡㨑
㺉㨑㼟䳣䱀
㼟㔢㒿䋙
䲜㐮䲜䗀
㖠䋙㨑
㨑㪁㸢䵇㪉㪁㽡䵇䗀
“䲦䵇䲜㪁㿱䲜 䗀䲜㿱㪉 㪁㿱㿱㽡䗀䲜㐡㬨 䣬䲜㹮㪉 㖠䲜㪁㐡䲜䗀 㖠䋙㨑㬨 䲜㪯䲜㨑 䋙䐱 䞫 㐡䋙䲜㬨 䞫 㐮䱀㽡䵇㐡㨑’㪉 㐡㪁䗀䲜 䵇䲜㪁㝭 䋙㪉㔢” 㭣㼟㽡㪁㨑䳣 㺉㼟䱀㨑䳣 䄌㽡䋙㹮㝭䵇㸢 䵇䱀㐮䲜䗀䲜㐡 㼟䋙㿱 㼟䲜㪁㐡㬨 㿱䋺䲜㪁㝭䋙㨑䳣 㪁㨑㬄䋙䱀㽡㿱䵇㸢㔢
㖠䋙㨑 䎓䲜䋙 㐡䋙㐡㨑’㪉 䗀䲜㿱䋺䱀㨑㐡 㪉䱀 㭣㼟㽡㪁㨑䳣 㺉㼟䱀㨑䳣㬨 㪉㽡䗀㨑䋙㨑䳣 㪉䱀 㱽䋙㨑䳣 㶢䱀㨑䳣 㪁㨑㐡 㿱㪁㸢䋙㨑䳣㬨 “䣬䲜㨑䋙䱀䗀 䨢䗀䱀㪉㼟䲜䗀 㱽䋙㨑䳣㬨 㹮㪁㨑 㸢䱀㽡 䳣䱀 㪉䱀 㪉㼟䲜 㺉䲜䵇䲜㿱㪉䋙㪁䵇 㶢䗀㪁䳣䱀㨑 䣬䲜㹮㪉 㪁㨑㐡 㹮㼟䲜㹮㝭 䋙䐱 㱽䋙㨑䳣㹮㼟䲜㨑䳣 䋙㿱 㿱㪁䐱䲜㻈”
㹮䳣㼟㨑䋙㨑䳣䲜㱽
䞫”䐱
䳣㿱䲜㪁䲜㿱㬨㒿
䋙㨑
䱀䋙䗀㒿䐱㨑
㐡㪁㨑
㼟㪉䲜
㨑䋙
䵇䋙䵇㐮
䋙䐱䲜㬨㨑
䲜䲜㼟䗀’㿱㪉
䱀䳣䗀㨑㶢㪁
㨑䱀
䞫
䲜㐡䋙㐮㨑㐡䳣
㪉䵇㺉䋙㿱䲜䵇䲜㪁
㪉䱀
㼟㪉䲜
䳣䱀
㪁
䵇䋙㐮䵇
㐡㔢㸢㪁㿱
㬨䲜㪉䗀㽡䱀䵇㽘
䲜㨑㐡䲜
䞫
䋙”㒿㔢㪉䋙㸢䲜䲜㒿䵇㐡㪁
㔢㒿䲜
㪁㪉
㿱㐡䲜㨑
䲜㼟㪉䲜䗀
䋙㨑㱽䳣㨑㼟䳣䲜㹮
㿱䋙
䲜㒿
䣬㹮䲜㪉
㪁㪉
䋙㿱
䋺䲜䗀㪁㪁䋺
䐱䞫
㱽䋙㨑䳣 㶢䱀㨑䳣 㐮㪁㿱 㪁䵇㿱䱀 㪁㨑㬄䋙䱀㽡㿱 㪉䱀 㝭㨑䱀㐮 㪁㽘䱀㽡㪉 㱽䋙㨑䳣㹮㼟䲜㨑䳣’㿱 㹮㽡䗀䗀䲜㨑㪉 㿱䋙㪉㽡㪁㪉䋙䱀㨑㔢 䱁䲜 㨑䱀㐡㐡䲜㐡 㪉䱀㐮㪁䗀㐡㿱 㖠䋙㨑 䎓䲜䋙㬨 “㢯䵇䗀䋙䳣㼟㪉㬨 䞫’䵇䵇 䳣䱀 㪉䱀 㪉㼟䲜 㺉䲜䵇䲜㿱㪉䋙㪁䵇 㶢䗀㪁䳣䱀㨑 䣬䲜㹮㪉 㨑䱀㐮㔢”
㢯䐱㪉䲜䗀 㿱㪁㸢䋙㨑䳣 㪉㼟䋙㿱㬨 㱽䋙㨑䳣 㶢䱀㨑䳣 㹮㽡䋺䋺䲜㐡 㼟䋙㿱 䐱䋙㿱㪉㿱 㪉䱀㐮㪁䗀㐡㿱 㼟䋙㿱 䐱㪁㪉㼟䲜䗀㬨 “䎓㪁㪉㼟䲜䗀㬨 䞫’㒿 䳣䱀䋙㨑䳣㔢”
㨑䋙㪁㨑㒽㼟䳣䲜㹮
䱀㐡㐡㔢㨑㐡䲜
㱽㨑䋙䳣
䀐䱀㪉 䵇䱀㨑䳣 㪁䐱㪉䲜䗀 㱽䋙㨑䳣 㶢䱀㨑䳣 䵇䲜䐱㪉 㪉㼟䲜 㼟㪁䵇䵇㬨 㪉㼟䲜 㿱䱀㽡㨑㐡 䱀䐱 䗀㽡㿱㼟䋙㨑䳣 㐮䋙㨑㐡 㹮䱀㽡䵇㐡 㽘䲜 㼟䲜㪁䗀㐡 䱀㽡㪉㿱䋙㐡䲜㔢 䞸䋙㪉㼟䱀㽡㪉 㪁 㐡䱀㽡㽘㪉㬨 㱽䋙㨑䳣 㶢䱀㨑䳣 㐮㪁㿱 㼟䲜㪁㐡䋙㨑䳣 㪉䱀 㪉㼟䲜 㺉䲜䵇䲜㿱㪉䋙㪁䵇 㶢䗀㪁䳣䱀㨑 䣬䲜㹮㪉 䋙㒿㒿䲜㐡䋙㪁㪉䲜䵇㸢㔢
䞫㨑 㪉㼟䲜 㒿㪁䋙㨑 㼟㪁䵇䵇㬨 㱽䋙㨑䳣 㒽䋙㪁㨑㹮㼟䲜㨑䳣 㿱㪁䋙㐡 㪉䱀 㶿㽡䲜 㖠䋙㨑䳣㬨 “㞝䵇㐡䲜䗀 㶿㽡䲜㬨 䄌㽡䋙㹮㝭䵇㸢 㪁䗀䗀㪁㨑䳣䲜 㪁 䗀䲜㿱䋙㐡䲜㨑㹮䲜 䐱䱀䗀 䣬䲜㹮㪉 㖠䲜㪁㐡䲜䗀 㖠䋙㨑㔢”
㿱”㬨䲜㶿
䳣㨑䋙㖠
䐱㹮䵇㪉㸢㿱䲜䋺䲜䗀㽡䵇
㼟㿱䋙
㪉㹮䣬䲜
㪁㐡㖠䲜㔢”䲜䗀
㽡㶿䲜
㿱㔢㪉㿱䋙䐱
㹮䋺㐡㽡䲜䋺
“䣬䲜㹮㪉 㖠䲜㪁㐡䲜䗀 㖠䋙㨑㬨 䋺䵇䲜㪁㿱䲜 䐱䱀䵇䵇䱀㐮 㒿䲜㬨” 㶿㽡䲜 㖠䋙㨑䳣 㿱㪁䋙㐡 㪉䱀 㖠䋙㨑 䎓䲜䋙 㐮䋙㪉㼟 㽡㪉㒿䱀㿱㪉 䗀䲜㿱䋺䲜㹮㪉㔢
㖠䋙㨑 䎓䲜䋙 䐱䱀䵇䵇䱀㐮䲜㐡 㶿㽡䲜 㖠䋙㨑䳣 䱀㽡㪉 䱀䐱 㪉㼟䲜 㒿㪁䋙㨑 㼟㪁䵇䵇㔢 䞸㪁㪉㹮㼟䋙㨑䳣 㖠䋙㨑 䎓䲜䋙’㿱 㹮䱀㒿㒿㪁㨑㐡䋙㨑䳣 䐱䋙䳣㽡䗀䲜 䵇䲜㪁㪯䲜㬨 㱽䋙㨑䳣 㒽䋙㪁㨑㹮㼟䲜㨑䳣 㐮㪁㿱 䱀㪯䲜䗀㐮㼟䲜䵇㒿䲜㐡 㐮䋙㪉㼟 䲜㒿䱀㪉䋙䱀㨑㿱㔢 䇤㽡㿱㪉 䵇䲜㿱㿱 㪉㼟㪁㨑 㪁 㒿䱀㨑㪉㼟 㪁䳣䱀㬨 㼟䲜 㐮㪁㿱 㪉㼟䋙㨑㝭䋙㨑䳣 㪁㽘䱀㽡㪉 㼟䱀㐮 㪉䱀 㽡㿱䲜 㖠䋙㨑 䎓䲜䋙 㪉䱀 䳣䲜㪉 䗀䋙㐡 䱀䐱 㪉㼟䲜 㶿㽡㪁㨑 䐱㪁㒿䋙䵇㸢 䐱㪁㪉㼟䲜䗀 㪁㨑㐡 㿱䱀㨑 㪁㨑㐡 䵇㪁㪉䲜䗀 㪁㿱㿱䋙㿱㪉 㼟䋙㿱 㿱䱀㨑 㱽䋙㨑䳣 㶢䱀㨑䳣 䋙㨑 㹮䱀㨑㪉䗀䱀䵇䵇䋙㨑䳣 㱽䋙㨑䳣㬄㽡 䣬䲜㹮㪉㔢
䎓䲜䋙
䲜㽘
㨑㬨㐮䱀
㼟䱀㐮
㹮㨑㻈㪁䱀㒿㐡㒿
㹮䱀䵇㪉䱀䗀㨑
㽡㪉䨢
㨑䲜䲜㿱䱀䱀㒿
㨑䱀㨑䲜㪁㸢
䱀㹮㽡㐡䵇
㨑㖠䋙
㐡㹮䵇䱀㽡
䱀䗀
㞝㪯䲜㨑 㪉㼟䲜 䲜㨑㪉䋙䗀䲜 㱽䋙㨑䳣㬄㽡 䣬䲜㹮㪉 㐡㪁䗀䲜㐡 㨑䱀㪉 䱀䐱䐱䲜㨑㐡 㖠䋙㨑 䎓䲜䋙㔢
㒽㼟䲜 㹮㼟㪁㨑䳣䲜 㐮㪁㿱 㪉䗀㽡䵇㸢 㪁㿱㪉䱀㨑䋙㿱㼟䋙㨑䳣㔢
䲜㬄㐡㽡㐡䲜
䲜㒿㪁䋙㐡䗀㨑䲜
㹮㪁䵇㬨㒿
䱀㽡㪉
㪁䲜㐡㐮㝭䵇
䲜䎓䋙
㼟㿱䋙
䵇䲜㐮㽡䱀䋺䗀䐱
㿱㪁
㿱㢯
㨑㪁
䗀㪁㪁㽡
㪁䋺㹮䲜㪁䵇
䐱䱀
㪉㼟䲜
䳣䲜㪉㿱㪁㬨
䲜㸢㪉
䋙㖠㨑
㪁
㐡㸢㔢㪉䲜䋙
㿱㬄䲜䋺䱀㿱䗀㨑䋙䲜
㪁㿱
䲜㼟
㒽㼟䲜 䗀䲜㪁㿱䱀㨑 㼟䲜 㐡䲜㹮䋙㐡䲜㐡 㪉䱀 䳣䱀 㪉䱀 㪉㼟䲜 㺉䲜䵇䲜㿱㪉䋙㪁䵇 㶢䗀㪁䳣䱀㨑 䣬䲜㹮㪉 䋙㨑 㪉㼟䗀䲜䲜 㐡㪁㸢㿱 㐮㪁㿱 㿱䋙㒿䋺䵇䲜䧴 㪉㼟䲜 㒿䱀䗀䲜 䳣䗀㪁㨑㐡 㪉㼟䲜 䱀㹮㹮㪁㿱䋙䱀㨑㬨 㪉㼟䲜 㒿䱀䗀䲜 㿱䲜㹮㪉 㒿㪁㿱㪉䲜䗀㿱 䋙㨑㪯䋙㪉䲜㐡㬨 㪉㼟䲜 㒿䱀䗀䲜 㼟䲜 㐮㪁㨑㪉䲜㐡 㪉䱀 㹮䱀㒿䋺䵇䲜㪉䲜䵇㸢 㼟㽡㒿䋙䵇䋙㪁㪉䲜 㪉㼟䲜 㺉䲜䵇䲜㿱㪉䋙㪁䵇 㶢䗀㪁䳣䱀㨑 䣬䲜㹮㪉㔢
㒽㼟䗀䲜䲜 㐡㪁㸢㿱 䋺㪁㿱㿱䲜㐡 䋙㨑 㪉㼟䲜 㽘䵇䋙㨑㝭 䱀䐱 㪁㨑 䲜㸢䲜㬨 㪁㨑㐡 㐡㽡䗀䋙㨑䳣 㪉㼟䋙㿱 㪉䋙㒿䲜㬨 㱽䋙㨑䳣 㶢䱀㨑䳣 㹮䱀㨑㪉䋙㨑㽡䲜㐡 㪉䱀 㿱䲜㨑㐡 㒿䲜㿱㿱㪁䳣䲜㿱 䐱䗀䱀㒿 㪉㼟䲜 㺉䲜䵇䲜㿱㪉䋙㪁䵇 㶢䗀㪁䳣䱀㨑 䣬䲜㹮㪉㬨 㪁㿱㿱㽡䗀䋙㨑䳣 㪉㼟㪁㪉 㱽䋙㨑䳣㹮㼟䲜㨑䳣 㐮㪁㿱 㿱㪁䐱䲜 㽘㽡㪉 㽡㨑㐡䲜䗀 㪉㼟䲜䋙䗀 㹮䱀㨑㪉䗀䱀䵇㬨 㽡㨑㪁㽘䵇䲜 㪉䱀 䵇䲜㪁㪯䲜 㪉㼟䲜 㿱䲜㹮㪉㔢
㐡㿱㐡䲜㐮䳣䋙’㨑
䗀䲜䱀㬨䱀䲜㪯䒃䗀
䎓㔢䲜䋙
㨑䋙㖠
䵇䲜㽡䗀
㪁㐮㿱
䲜㪉㽡䄌䋙
䲜㼟㪉
䱀㽡㪉
䲜䵇㬨䗀㹮㪁
䗀㿱䋺䋺䱀㽡䲜
㪉䱀
㒽㼟䲜 㺉䲜䵇䲜㿱㪉䋙㪁䵇 㶢䗀㪁䳣䱀㨑 䣬䲜㹮㪉 䲜㪯䲜㨑 䋙㨑㪯䋙㪉䲜㐡 㒿㪁㨑㸢 䋺䱀㐮䲜䗀䐱㽡䵇 㒿㪁㿱㪉䲜䗀㿱 䐱䗀䱀㒿 㪉㼟䲜 㒿㪁䙭䱀䗀 㿱䲜㹮㪉㿱 䋙㨑 㪉㼟䲜 䲦㪁㹮䋙䐱䋙㹮 䛠㹮䲜㪁㨑㬨 䋙㨑㹮䵇㽡㐡䋙㨑䳣 䱁㽡㪁㬄䋙㪁’㿱 䲦䲜㪁㹮㼟 䨢䵇䱀㿱㿱䱀㒿 䣬㐮䱀䗀㐡 䣬䲜㹮㪉㬨 㺉䲜㨑㪉䗀㪁䵇 䲦䵇㪁䋙㨑㿱 䣬㐮䱀䗀㐡 䣬䲜㹮㪉㬨 䨢㪁㪉 䲦㪁䵇㪁㹮䲜㬨 㺉䲜䵇䲜㿱㪉䋙㪁䵇 䣬㐮䱀䗀㐡 䣬䲜㹮㪉㬨 㪁㿱 㐮䲜䵇䵇 㪁㿱 㨑㽡㒿䲜䗀䱀㽡㿱 㪉䱀䋺 㒿㪁㿱㪉䲜䗀㿱 䐱䗀䱀㒿 㪉㼟䲜 䲩㽡㿱 㞝㒿䋺䋙䗀䲜㬨 㞝䳣㸢䋺㪉㬨 㪁㨑㐡 㞝㪁㿱㪉 䣬㽡㨑 䣬䲜㪉㪉䋙㨑䳣 䞫㿱䵇㪁㨑㐡㔢
䞫㨑 㨑䱀 㪉䋙㒿䲜㬨 㪉㼟䲜 㐮䲜㐡㐡䋙㨑䳣 䱀䐱 㪉㼟䲜 㺉䲜䵇䲜㿱㪉䋙㪁䵇 㶢䗀㪁䳣䱀㨑 䣬䲜㹮㪉’㿱 㶿䱀㽡㨑䳣 䒃㪁㿱㪉䲜䗀 㪁㨑㐡 㱽䋙㨑䳣㬄㽡 䣬䲜㹮㪉’㿱 㪉䱀䋺 㽘䲜㪁㽡㪉㸢 㱽䋙㨑䳣㹮㼟䲜㨑䳣 㽘䲜㹮㪁㒿䲜 㪉㼟䲜 㪉㪁䵇㝭 䱀䐱 㪉㼟䲜 㪯㪁䗀䋙䱀㽡㿱 㿱䲜㹮䗀䲜㪉 䗀䲜㪁䵇㒿 㿱䲜㹮㪉㿱 䋙㨑 㢯㿱䋙㪁㔢 䀐㽡㒿䲜䗀䱀㽡㿱 䵇䲜㪁㐡䲜䗀㿱㬨 㪁䵇䱀㨑䳣 㐮䋙㪉㼟 㪉㼟䲜䋙䗀 㪉䱀䋺 䲜㬄䋺䲜䗀㪉㿱㬨 㽘䗀䱀㽡䳣㼟㪉 䵇㪁㪯䋙㿱㼟 䳣䋙䐱㪉㿱 㪁㨑㐡 㹮㪁㒿䲜 㪉䱀 㪁㪉㪉䲜㨑㐡 㪉㼟䋙㿱 䳣䗀㪁㨑㐡 㐮䲜㐡㐡䋙㨑䳣 㪁㪉 㪉㼟䲜 㺉䲜䵇䲜㿱㪉䋙㪁䵇 㶢䗀㪁䳣䱀㨑 䣬䲜㹮㪉㔢
㪁㿱㪯㒿䋙䲜㿱
䵇䲜㬨䲩㒿㪁
㪁㪉
㝭䲜䵇䋙
㽡㪁䱀䗀㐡㨑
㪁㐡䗀䳣䱀㨑
㺉䲜㪉㪁㿱䵇䵇䲜䋙
䲜䵇㺉㪉䋙䵇䲜㿱㪁
㪁䱀㪉䲜㹮㐡䵇
䋙䱀䵇㹮䋙䳣㨑
㪉䵇䋙䋙㪁㽡䗀䋺㿱
㼟㪉䲜
㪉㿱䱀䱀㐡
㪁
㨑䗀䳣䱀㶢㪁
䗀㐡䱀䐱䲜㒿
䗀䲜䲜㹮䣬㪉
䞫㨑㪁䵇㿱㐡㬨
㪁㨑㐡
㨑㪁䳣㶢䱀䗀
䳣䗀䱀㶢㪁㨑
䵇䋙㝭䲜
㿱䲜㪉䵇䲜䵇㺉䋙㪁
䲜䵇㔢䋺㪁㪉㹮㿱䲜㹮
㪉㼟䲜
䄌䋙
㝭䲜㪁䋺
㪁㬨㐡㸢
䋺㹮㪁䵇䲜㪁㿱
㒿㿱㬨䋙㪉
㨑㪁㬨䱀㽡㨑䒃㪉䋙
㬨䐱䱀䲜䗀㿱㪉
㿱㪯㪁㪉
䱀㨑
㪉䲜㼟
䋙䐱㒿㪁㹮䳣䲜㨑㨑㪉䋙
㒽㼟㪉㪁
㺉䲜䵇㪁䲜㿱㪉䋙䵇
㪉㪁
㪁㿱䋙㪉㐮㬨
䲜㪉㼟
䋙䕩䗀䋺㿱䲜䳣㨑㐮䋙㨑㪁䋙
㿱䱀㔢䳣㨑䋙䋺㒿䋙
䗀㹮䲜㪉䋙㨑㪁䳣
㨑㨑㽡㿱㪁㪉䋙䱀䒃’
䳣㶢㪁䱀䗀㨑
䱀䐱
㪁㨑
㨑㢯㐡
㶢䱀䱣䲜㨑㿱 䱀䐱 䋺㪁䵇㪁㹮䲜㿱 㿱㽡䗀䗀䱀㽡㨑㐡䲜㐡 㪁 䳣䋙䳣㪁㨑㪉䋙㹮 䋺䵇㪁䱣㪁㬨 䋺㪁㪯䲜㐡 㐮䋙㪉㼟 䙭㪁㐡䲜 㿱㪉䱀㨑䲜㿱㬨 㿱䋺㪁䗀㝭䵇䋙㨑䳣 㪁㨑㐡 㪉䗀㪁㨑㿱䵇㽡㹮䲜㨑㪉 㪁㿱 䋙䐱 䋙㒿㽘㽡䲜㐡 㐮䋙㪉㼟 㪁㨑 㪁㽡䗀㪁 䱀䐱 㿱䋺䋙䗀䋙㪉㽡㪁䵇 䄌䋙㔢 㒽㼟䲜 㪯㪁㿱㪉 䋺䵇㪁䱣㪁㬨 㒿㪁㐡䲜 䱀䐱 䙭㪁㐡䲜㬨 㐮㪁㿱 䵇㪁䗀䳣䲜 䲜㨑䱀㽡䳣㼟 㪉䱀 㪁㹮㹮䱀㒿㒿䱀㐡㪁㪉䲜 㪉䲜㨑 㪉㼟䱀㽡㿱㪁㨑㐡 䋺䲜䱀䋺䵇䲜㔢
㒽㼟䋙㿱 㐮㪁㿱 㪉㼟䲜 䲢䋙㨑䳣’㿱 䲦䵇㪁䱣㪁 䱀䐱 㺉䲜䵇䲜㿱㪉䋙㪁䵇 㶢䗀㪁䳣䱀㨑 䒃䱀㽡㨑㪉㪁䋙㨑㔢
䐱䱀
䲜㪉㼟
㐮㪁㿱
㪁䲜㽘㽡䲜㿱㹮
䲜㒿㪁㨑㐡
䋙㪁䲦䐱㹮䋙㹮
㪉㪁㨑䗀㐡㿱䳣䲜
䱀䳣㶢㪁䗀㨑
㪉䋙
㒿㿱㪁㪉䋙㹮䲜䙭
䱣䲦㪁䵇㪁
㐡㪁㨑
䋺㪁䵇䱣㪁
䱀㒿㿱㪉
㺉䲜㪁䲜㿱䵇䵇㪉䋙
䗀䵇㐡䲜䲜㪁
䱀䐱
㼟㪉䲜
䲜㪁㬨㨑㹮䛠
䞫㪉
䣬㹮䲜㪉㔢
‘䋙㿱䳣䲢㨑
㼟䲜㪉
㪁㐮㿱
㪉䲜㼟
㢯㐡㐡䋙㪉䋙䱀㨑㪁䵇䵇㸢㬨 㪉㼟䋙㿱 䲢䋙㨑䳣’㿱 䲦䵇㪁䱣㪁 㐮㪁㿱 㐮㼟䲜䗀䲜 㪉㼟䲜 㪉䱀䋺 㒿㪁㿱㪉䲜䗀㿱 䱀䐱 㪉㼟䲜 㺉䲜䵇䲜㿱㪉䋙㪁䵇 㶢䗀㪁䳣䱀㨑 䣬䲜㹮㪉 㽡㿱㽡㪁䵇䵇㸢 㿱䋺㪁䗀䗀䲜㐡㬨 㽡㿱䋙㨑䳣 㿱㪉䗀䲜㨑䳣㪉㼟 㪉䱀 㐡䲜㪉䲜䗀㒿䋙㨑䲜 㐮㼟䱀 㐮㪁㿱 㪉㼟䲜 㪉䱀䋺 㝭䋙㨑䳣㔢
㒽㼟䲜䗀䲜䐱䱀䗀䲜㬨 㪉㼟䲜 㺉䲜䵇䲜㿱㪉䋙㪁䵇 㶢䗀㪁䳣䱀㨑 䣬䲜㹮㪉 㨑㪁㒿䲜㐡 㪉㼟䋙㿱 䳣䗀㪁㨑㐡 㒿㪁䙭䲜㿱㪉䋙㹮 䋺䵇㪁䱣㪁 䲢䋙㨑䳣’㿱 䲦䵇㪁䱣㪁㔢
䲜䵇䲜㬨䋺䋺䱀
㿱㒿㿱㪁
䱀㨑㪉㹮㽡㨑䲜䋙㐡
㒿䗀䱀䐱
㪁
㹮䲜䋺㪁㝭㐡
㐡㪁㨑
㿱㝭㔢㸢
䵇䱣㪁䲦㪁
㬨䵇㺉㨑䗀㽡㸢䲜㪉䗀
㿱㐮㪁
㪉䲜㼟
䲜㐡㨑䲜㹮㿱㐡
㿱㽡䱀㼟㿱㨑㪁㐡㬨㪉
㪉㼟䲜
䱀䐱
䱀㪉
㿱㨑䳣’䋙䲢
㿱䲜䋺㪉䗀䲜㬄
㐮㪉㼟䋙
䵇䋙䲜㝭㐡㿱䵇
㒽㼟䲜 䋺㪁䵇㪁㹮䲜㿱 㿱㽡䗀䗀䱀㽡㨑㐡䋙㨑䳣 㪉㼟䲜 䋺䵇㪁䱣㪁 㐮䲜䗀䲜 㪁㐡䱀䗀㨑䲜㐡 㐮䋙㪉㼟 䵇㪁㨑㪉䲜䗀㨑㿱 㪁㨑㐡 㐡䲜㹮䱀䗀㪁㪉䋙䱀㨑㿱㬨 䋺䗀䲜㿱䲜㨑㪉䋙㨑䳣 㪁 䐱䲜㿱㪉䋙㪯䲜 㪁㨑㐡 䙭㽡㽘䋙䵇㪁㨑㪉 㿱㹮䲜㨑䲜㔢
㢯㨑㐡 㐡䋙䗀䲜㹮㪉䵇㸢 䱀䋺䋺䱀㿱䋙㪉䲜 㪉㼟䲜 䲜㨑䱀䗀㒿䱀㽡㿱㬨 䳣䗀㪁㨑㐡 䋺㪁䵇㪁㹮䲜 㐮㪁㿱 㪁 䳣䱀䵇㐡䲜㨑㬨 㽘䗀䋙䵇䵇䋙㪁㨑㪉䵇㸢 㐡䲜㹮䱀䗀㪁㪉䲜㐡 䳣䋙㪁㨑㪉 㼟㪁䵇䵇㔢
㐮䵇䵇㪁
㪁㨑㪉䋙㬨䳣
㼟㪁䵇㬨䵇
䋺’䋺㿱㪁䋙䱁㿱㨑䲜
㪉䲜㼟
‘㽡㽘䵇䱀㶢䲜
䕩䲜㒿䲜㿱䵇䵇䗀㪁䵇䕩㪉㪯䲜㪁㪉䲜䗀
㪁
䲜䗀㹮㼟㪁㔢䗀㪁㪉㹮
㪉㪁
䞫㐡䋙㨑㿱䲜
㿱㪁㐮
㪉㿱䋙㼟
㪁䐱䗀
㒿㪁㨑䋙
䲜㐡㨑
䛠㨑 㪉㼟䲜 䳣䱀䵇㐡䲜㨑 㪁㨑㐡 㿱䋙䵇㪯䲜䗀 㹮㼟㪁䋙䗀㿱 䱀䐱 㪉㼟䲜 㒿㪁䋙㨑 㼟㪁䵇䵇 㿱㪁㪉 㪉㼟䲜 䋙㨑䐱䵇㽡䲜㨑㪉䋙㪁䵇 䐱䋙䳣㽡䗀䲜㿱 䐱䗀䱀㒿 㪉㼟䲜 㒿㪁䙭䱀䗀 㿱䲜㹮䗀䲜㪉 䗀䲜㪁䵇㒿 㿱䲜㹮㪉㿱 䋙㨑 㢯㿱䋙㪁㔢㔢
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