novelraw Chapter 1802: 261: Fan Dachuan's Utter Embarrassment
Chapter 1802: 261: Fan Dachuan's Utter Embarrassment
Capítulo 1802: Chapter 261: Fan Dachuan’s Utter Embarrassment
Helplessly, he had no choice but to deal with this “horse blocking the way” first.
Lin Yifan, sparring with Fan Dachuan, didn’t expect Fan Dachuan to have some tricks up his sleeve. If Fan Dachuan were to fight Lei Ming, who would win, is truly uncertain.
Although there were some skills involved, they were insignificant in his eyes, so he went all out.
With his all-out effort, Fan Dachuan’s White Sword quickly collapsed, finally reduced to a heap of worthless scrap metal, completely lost its former glory.
Fan Dachuan, eliminated, was full of astonishment.
He had thought he might lose, but not so quickly.
From this battle, one conclusion can be drawn: the strength between him and Lin Yifan is as if separated by a chasm, difficult to cross.
Lin Yifan’s swordsmanship is above his, and seems to vaguely reach Immortal Level Two Stars.
He didn’t know if it truly was Immortal Level Two Stars. If that’s the case, then Lin Yifan’s swordsmanship would be on par with that of the Second Prince, Feng Shengfeng, and others.
It’s worth noting, both the Second Prince and Feng Shengfeng are experts at the High Immortal Fifth Realm, while Lin Yifan’s realm seems to be High Immortal First Realm; even if not, it surely won’t surpass his; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to escape successfully last night; thus he felt it rather unbelievable, exceedingly astonished.
Before the battle, he originally thought the opponent would stay away from him, and now he didn’t expect the opponent not only wouldn’t avoid him but also actively attacked, swiftly defeating him.
Reflecting on his actions just now, he truly found it laughable because they were just waiting for him to deliver himself to death, waiting for him to be humiliated, yet he foolishly sent himself up, utterly stupid.
Looking around, Fan Dachuan also discovered he was the first person to be eliminated in the second round.
While among the thousand people, some have weaker strength than him, so it’s imaginable what kind of disgrace he would soon face.
The eliminated ones must immediately leave Tianhua Mountain and return to the foot of Tianhua Mountain.
So Fan Dachuan didn’t have much time to wait for others to be eliminated.
In the next moment, he displayed Qinggong, flew down Tianhua Mountain, appearing within everyone’s sight.
Within two brief minutes, someone was eliminated, and the cultivators watching at the foot of Tianhua Mountain, who hadn’t fought yet and those eliminated in the first round, were quite surprised.
They were very curious about who this poor “kid” was and thus widened their eyes to watch.
“This person looks quite familiar, seems to be the son of the Minister of Ceremonies of Great You Country.”
“I’ve heard his swordsmanship is at Immortal Level One Star, such swordsmanship should have been able to hold on till the mid-mountain fight in the third round, how could he collapse so quickly? Could it be false news?”
“He seemed to have been targeted by a Colorful Fairy Sword just now.”
“Colorful Fairy Sword? Could it be that Colorful Fairy Sword that was sweeping all parties and advanced first?”
“Seems like it indeed.”
“Then he is really quite unlucky.”
…
Some were surprised, others were gleeful at Fan Dachuan’s collapse.
“That bastard got eliminated too, and was the first to be eliminated in the second round, let’s see how he will be arrogant and boast about his swordsmanship being awesome in the future?”
“It’s truly satisfying.”
“This would count as an irremovable stain for him, wouldn’t it?”
“A good-for-nothing, before the start, bragged about how awesome he was, now he’s beaten like a dog.”
“I think even a dog is better.”
…
Sounds of surprise, disdain, and curses were endless.
Fan Dachuan had already anticipated this situation, so after returning to the mountain foot, he found a dark corner to hide.
He wanted to see if the bastard who defeated him had the ability to win the championship. If unable to win the championship, he would surely step forward and humiliate him, to vent his inner hatred.
Seeing Fan Dachuan hiding, those ministers and noble sons who had past grudges with him came to find him.
“Whoa! Isn’t this Fan Dachuan, the one famous for swordsmanship among peers in Great You Country, Master Fan? How come you got eliminated in the second round?”
“I’ve heard his skills were inferior, couldn’t withstand a single blow.”
“Tsk, tsk, Immortal Level One Star, could it all have been overhyped?”
“Maybe it’s because those old fellows received hush money, or their senses got messed up.”
“Receiving hush money, going through back doors? Pfft, shame on him for even pulling that off.”
…
“Scram!”
Fan Dachuan shouted angrily in extreme annoyance, really couldn’t stand these bastards sneering next to his ears anymore.
“Tsk, tsk, just a few words and he’s unhappy, admitting oneself as trash, could it be that hard?”
“Scram or not? If not, I’m going to take action!”
Fan Dachuan clenched his fists, making popping sounds, firm and powerful.
These ministers and sons weren’t afraid, responding, “Come on! Let’s see what you can do?”
Fan Dachuan immediately stood up, about to take action.
Yet at this moment, the high realm guards behind these ministers and sons also stepped forward, exuding hostility.
Feeling the surging power vibes of High Immortal Fifth Realm, Fan Dachuan dared not show his temper, and promptly left.
These noble sons have high status and also have experts protecting them, fighting aggressively with them brings no benefits, only option is to leave.
Seeing Fan Dachuan fleeing, these ministers and sons laughed heartily, in high spirits.
Ordinarily, they were bullied by Fan Dachuan too much, and now they finally got the chance to avenge past grievances.
Fan Dachuan did not go far, but hid at a distant post, continuing to watch the battle.
…
Below the mid-mountain of Tianhua Mountain, Lei Ming had already resolved that “hindrance”.
When he wanted to go over to assist Lin Yifan, Lin Yifan had already dealt with Fan Dachuan, making him quite disappointed.
“Brother Lin, why didn’t you wait for me?” He communicated with his mind.
“By the time you finished resolving that sword, the place would be pitch dark; plus, making him the first to be eliminated, also counts as a harsh humiliation.” Lin Yifan replied.
Having heard the explanation, Lei Ming felt relieved, and then begged, “The next time there’s such a great thing, don’t leave me out.”
“Alright, alright! Hurry and find a sword to slaughter.”
After those words, Lin Yifan no longer paid attention to Lei Ming, but independently searched for Flying Swords to attack.
“Bang bang bang!”
With his magnificent display of prowess, some slow-flying, weaker Flying Swords were rapidly reduced to scrap metal, unable to escape elimination.
Soon, he reached a certain number, advancing first.
Opening his eyes, Lin Yifan noticed that someone had advanced even earlier than him, causing some astonishment.
The person, clad in Dragon Pattern attire, seemed to be a prince from a certain country, though unknown from which country.
Sensing a gaze upon himself, the Second Prince of Great You Country slightly raised his head, glancing this way.
He had long noticed Lin Yifan, after all, those advancing first were within his observation.
During the first round, Lin Yifan advanced even before him, and he realized this was a rival.
However, he still considered Feng Shengfeng to be the largest obstacle on the path to the championship, thus his gaze had constantly been focused on Feng Shengfeng, ignoring Lin Yifan.
Now with Lin Yifan advancing faster than Feng Shengfeng, he couldn’t ignore him anymore.
擄
㠁㞯䟡
盧
䔆䈨㷥㠁䛭䟡䄸
老
盧
㵷䈨”㪫㒐䔶㞯䛮
䠥䔶㞯㵷㪫㒐䟡
蘆
露
爐
䲈㪫
㪫䬇䲈䈨
䐘䬇䄸
爐
“䐘䬇㒐
㪫㒐
䬇䟡䄸䈨
櫓
路
㩳㵷 䈨䬇䟡 䕹䲈䳉㪫䈨 㒐䓺 䈨䬇䟡 䔆㒐㵷䓺㫪㪫䲈㒐㵷䳥 㘫䟡㵷䛮 㑬䬇䟡㵷䛮䓺䟡㵷䛮 㠁䳉䜖㠁㵷䔆䟡䳉䅥
㖶䈨 䈨䬇䲈㪫 䈨䲈䕹䟡䳥 䈨䬇䟡 䈨䬇㞯䟡䟡 䟡䛭䔆䬇㠁㵷䛮䟡䳉 䛮㷥㠁㵷䔆䟡㪫䳥 䟡㠁䔆䬇 䔆㒐㵷㪫䲈䳉䟡㞯䲈㵷䛮 䈨䬇䟡 㒐䈨䬇䟡㞯㪫 㠁㪫 䓺㒐㞯䕹䲈䳉㠁䮊㷥䟡 㒐䠥䠥㒐㵷䟡㵷䈨㪫 䈨䬇㠁䈨 䕹㫪㪫䈨 䮊䟡 䛮㫪㠁㞯䳉䟡䳉 㠁䛮㠁䲈㵷㪫䈨䅥
䲈㵷㪫䫚’䛮
䟡䮊
㯮䲈㵷
䬇䟡䟡䜖䐘㒐㞯
㪫䳉㒐䈨㒐
䟡㯮䲈
䟡䏼䬇䔆㷥㞯䠥䳉㫪㠁㵷
䬇䟡㵷䈨
䵺䳉㷥㒐㫪
䈣㵷䲈㠁䓺
䲈㞯㑬䈨䠥䲈
䟡䈨䬇
䕹䟡㠁䔆
䬉㷥䟡㠁䅥㞯㪫
㪫䓺䈨䳉䲈䟡䬇
㒐䓺㞯
䵺㒐㑬㞯䅥䳉
䲈䬇㪫
䱇䟡
㵷㪫䈨㪫䲈䟡㒐㫪㓀
䟡䬇䟡䈨㞯
㒐䈨
㵷㒐
㵷䐘䲈䳉
䬇䲈㪫
㵷䲈
䈨䲈䳉䟡䲈䳥䟡䕹㷥㠁㵷
䵺㠁䄸
䵺䲈㠁䬇䈨䔆㵷䛮
䈨㠁䟡㵷㒐䲈䈨䈨㵷
䅥䟡㠁㪫㓘䳉
䏼䬇䟡 㪫䠥㠁䔆䟡 㠁㞯㒐㫪㵷䳉 㯮䟡䲈 䫚䲈㵷䛮’㪫 䏼䬇㫪㵷䳉䟡㞯䔆㷥㠁䠥 㑬䵺㒐㞯䳉 䮊䟡䔆㠁䕹䟡 㠁 㪫㠁䓺䟡 㦋㒐㵷䟡䳥 㠁㵷䳉 㪫㒐䳥 䵺䲈䈨䬇㒐㫪䈨 㠁㵷䄸 㫪㵷䟡䛭䠥䟡䔆䈨䟡䳉 䲈㵷䔆䲈䳉䟡㵷䈨㪫䳥 䬇䟡 㪫䕹㒐㒐䈨䬇㷥䄸 㠁䳉䜖㠁㵷䔆䟡䳉 䈨㒐 䈨䬇䟡 㵷䟡䛭䈨 㪫䈨㠁䛮䟡䅥
䱇䟡 䔆䟡㞯䈨㠁䲈㵷㷥䄸 䓺䟡㷥䈨 㠁 䮊䲈䈨 㞯䟡㪫䟡㵷䈨䓺㫪㷥䅥 䱇㒐䵺䟡䜖䟡㞯䳥 㒐㵷㷥䄸 㪫䈨㞯䟡㵷䛮䈨䬇 䔆㒐㫪㷥䳉 䵺䲈㵷 䈨䬇䟡 䔆䬇㠁䕹䠥䲈㒐㵷㪫䬇䲈䠥䅥 䵞䟡䲈㵷䛮 㪫㠁䓺䟡 㵷㒐䵺 䳉䲈䳉 㵷㒐䈨 䕹䟡㠁㵷 䬇䟡 䔆㒐㫪㷥䳉 㷥㠁㪫䈨 㫪㵷䈨䲈㷥 䈨䬇䟡 䓺䲈㵷㠁㷥 㞯㒐㫪㵷䳉䳥 㪫㒐 䬇䟡 䓺䲈䛮㫪㞯䟡䳉 䲈䈨 㒐㫪䈨 㠁㵷䳉 䓺䟡㷥䈨 㞯䟡㷥䲈䟡䜖䟡䳉䅥
㵷䋗
㞯䅥㪫䳉䠥䲈䟡㪫㫪㞯
䟡䬇䈨
䳉䲈䳥㪫䟡
䬇䟡㞯䈨㒐
䟡㵷䛮㘫
㪫㠁䵺
䟡㑬䛮㵷䬇䛮㵷䓺䟡
䈨䟡㓀䲈㫪
㩳㵷 䈨䬇䟡 㪫䟡䔆㒐㵷䳉 㞯㒐㫪㵷䳉䳥 㯮䲈㵷 䈣䲈䓺㠁㵷 㠁䳉䜖㠁㵷䔆䟡䳉 䟡䜖䟡㵷 䮊䟡䓺㒐㞯䟡 䬇䲈䕹䅥 㖶䠥㠁㞯䈨 䓺㞯㒐䕹 䈨䬇䟡 㑬䟡䔆㒐㵷䳉 䬉㞯䲈㵷䔆䟡 㒐䓺 䘟㞯䟡㠁䈨 䈣㒐㫪 䎄㒐㫪㵷䈨㞯䄸䳥 䈨䬇䲈㪫 䠥䟡㞯㪫㒐㵷 㠁䠥䠥䟡㠁㞯䟡䳉 䈨㒐 䮊䟡 䈨䬇䟡 䕹㒐㪫䈨 䈨䬇㞯䟡㠁䈨䟡㵷䲈㵷䛮䅥
䱇䟡 㞯䟡㠁㷥㷥䄸 䵺㠁㵷䈨䟡䳉 䈨㒐 䟡䛭䔆䬇㠁㵷䛮䟡 㠁 䓺䟡䵺 䕹㒐䜖䟡㪫 䵺䲈䈨䬇 㯮䲈㵷 䈣䲈䓺㠁㵷䳥 䮊㫪䈨 䓺㒐㞯 㵷㒐䵺䳥 䬇䟡’䳉 䬇㠁䜖䟡 䈨㒐 䵺㠁䲈䈨 䓺㒐㞯 䈨䬇䟡 㵷䟡䛭䈨 㞯㒐㫪㵷䳉 䈨㒐 䓺䲈㵷䳉 㠁㵷 㒐䠥䠥㒐㞯䈨㫪㵷䲈䈨䄸䅥
䏼䬇䟡
㒐䓺
䬇䈨䟡
䈨䕹䲈㠁㵷㫪㵷㒐䅥
䳉䳉䟡㠁䠥㞯䈨䟡
㵷㫪䏼㠁㠁䬇䲈
㒐䈨
䟡㵷㠁䜖䔆䳉䳉㠁
䓺㠁㞯䈨䟡
䲈䕹㵷䲈䈨㷥䟡䳉䟡㠁
䲈㞯䈨䲈䠥㠁㠁䠥䈨㵷䔆㪫
㵷㒐䟡
䟡䳉䬇䳉㵷㫪㞯
㫪䛮㵷䈨㵷㞯䟡㞯䲈
䈨䬇䟡
䄸㓘䔆䲈㫪㓀㷥䳥
䟡䓺䲈䜖
䫚㒐㠁㫪䈨䲈㵷㵷
䟡䈨䬇
䳥䈨㠁㞯㵷䬇㒐䟡
䟡䵺䲈㷥䬇
䟡㵷䈨䈨㵷㠁㒐䔆㪫䈨㪫
䈨㒐㒐䓺
䵺㒐䬇
䓺䟡䜖䲈
䳉㞯䟡㫪䳉䬇㵷
䕹䓺㒐㞯
㠁䟡䳉䟡䠥㠁䠥㞯
㑬䟡䟡䲈㵷䛮 䈨䬇䟡 䓺㠁䕹䲈㷥䲈㠁㞯 䓺䲈䛮㫪㞯䟡㪫 㠁䠥䠥䟡㠁㞯䳥 䈨䬇䟡 䔆㫪㷥䈨䲈䜖㠁䈨㒐㞯㪫 䵺㠁䲈䈨䲈㵷䛮 㠁䈨 䈨䬇䟡 䓺㒐㒐䈨 㒐䓺 䈨䬇䟡 䕹㒐㫪㵷䈨㠁䲈㵷 䓺䟡㷥䈨 㓀㫪䲈䈨䟡 㫪㵷䟡㠁㪫䄸䅥
䏼䬇䟡 䟡㷥䲈䕹䲈㵷㠁䈨䲈㒐㵷 㒐䓺 䈨䬇䟡䲈㞯 䮊㞯㒐䈨䬇䟡㞯㪫 㠁㵷䳉 䔆㒐䕹䠥㠁㵷䲈㒐㵷㪫 䕹䟡㠁㵷䈨 䈨䬇㠁䈨 䈨䬇䟡䄸 䬇㠁䳉 㠁㷥㞯䟡㠁䳉䄸 㷥㒐㪫䈨 䈨䬇䟡 䔆䬇㠁㵷䔆䟡 䈨㒐 䔆㒐䕹䠥䟡䈨䟡 䓺㒐㞯 䈨䬇䟡 䈨䬇㞯䟡䟡 䐘䲈㵷䳉 㑬䠥䲈㞯䲈䈨 䬉䟡㠁㞯㷥㪫䳥 㒐㞯 䈨䬇㠁䈨 䈨䬇䟡䲈㞯 䔆䬇㠁㵷䔆䟡㪫 䵺䟡㞯䟡 㵷㒐䵺 䜖䟡㞯䄸 㪫㷥䲈䕹䅥
䬇䜖㑬䟡䟡㵷䈨
㵷㒐䛮㖶䕹
䟡䈨㑬䅥䔆
㞯㵷䲈䔆㪫䬉㪫䟡
䬇䈨䟡
䳉䳉䲈
䟡䄸䬇䈨
㪫䟡䟡䈨䬇
䕹䲈㠁㷥㵷䟡䲈䳉䟡䈨
䘟㠁㞯䈨䟡
䈨䬇䟡
䳉㵷䓺䲈
䈨䳥䄸䎄㒐㵷㞯㫪
㵷䳉䟡㑬㒐䔆
㵷㞯㒐
䈣㒐㫪
䛮䟡㵷㘫
䟡䬇䈨
䈨㒐㵷
䈨䔆㒐㫪㞯䈨㷥䲈㪫䳥㠁䜖
䟡䈨䬇
䱇㒐㵷㵷䛮㪫䬇㠁
䓺㒐
㪫䬇㠁䵺㒐䳉
㞯㒐
䓺㒐
䬉㵷䔆㞯䲈䟡
㒐䓺
㑬䟡䓺䛮䬇䟡㵷䛮㵷
䏼䬇䲈㪫 䲈㵷䳉䲈䔆㠁䈨䟡䳉 䈨䬇㠁䈨 䈨䬇䟡㪫䟡 䠥䟡㒐䠥㷥䟡 䬇㠁䳉 㠁㷥㞯䟡㠁䳉䄸 㠁䳉䜖㠁㵷䔆䟡䳉 䈨㒐 䈨䬇䟡 㵷䟡䛭䈨 㷥䟡䜖䟡㷥 䔆㒐㵷䈨䟡㪫䈨 㠁䈨 䈨䬇䟡 䕹㒐㫪㵷䈨㠁䲈㵷㪫䲈䳉䟡䳥 䮊䟡䔆㒐䕹䲈㵷䛮 㪫㒐䕹䟡 㒐䓺 䈨䬇䟡 䓺䟡䵺 㪫䈨㞯㒐㵷䛮 䔆㒐㵷䈨䟡㵷䳉䟡㞯㪫䅥
䏼䬇䲈㪫 䵺㠁㪫 㠁䔆䈨㫪㠁㷥㷥䄸 䵺䲈䈨䬇䲈㵷 䈨䬇䟡䲈㞯 䟡䛭䠥䟡䔆䈨㠁䈨䲈㒐㵷㪫 㪫䲈㵷䔆䟡 䈨䬇䟡 䕹㒐㪫䈨 䔆㠁䠥㠁䮊㷥䟡 䔆㒐䕹䠥䟡䈨䲈䈨㒐㞯㪫 䈨䬇䲈㪫 䈨䲈䕹䟡 䵺䟡㞯䟡 䈨䬇䟡 㑬䟡䔆㒐㵷䳉 䬉㞯䲈㵷䔆䟡 㒐䓺 䘟㞯䟡㠁䈨 䈣㒐㫪 䎄㒐㫪㵷䈨㞯䄸 㠁㵷䳉 㘫䟡㵷䛮 㑬䬇䟡㵷䛮䓺䟡㵷䛮䅥 㩳䓺 䟡䲈䈨䬇䟡㞯 㒐䓺 䈨䬇䟡㪫䟡 䈨䵺㒐 䵺䟡㞯䟡 䟡㷥䲈䕹䲈㵷㠁䈨䟡䳉䳥 䲈䈨 䵺㒐㫪㷥䳉 䲈㵷䳉䟡䟡䳉 䮊䟡 㪫䈨㞯㠁㵷䛮䟡䅥
㞯㪫㫪㞯䈨䳉䓺䈨䅥㠁䟡
䔆㞯䈨䟡㠁
䵺䲈㠁䈨㵷䔆䛮䬇
㠁䈣䳥䲈㵷䓺
䔆㵷㠁䳥㠁㫪䩺䬇
䈨㫪㓀䟡䲈
㒐㸞䈨
㵷䲈
䟡㪫㵷䲈䛮䟡
㞯䳥䔆䈨䟡䟡㪫
䓺㷥䟡䈨
㠁㵷䄸
䲈㵷㯮
㵷㘫㠁
㒐䓺
䱇㒐䵺䟡䜖䟡㞯䳥 㵷㒐䈨 䓺䲈㵷䳉䲈㵷䛮 㯮䲈㵷 䈣䲈䓺㠁㵷 䵺㠁㪫 㒐㵷䟡 䈨䬇䲈㵷䛮䳥 䮊㫪䈨 㠁㷥㪫㒐 㵷㒐䈨 䓺䲈㵷䳉䲈㵷䛮 䈨䬇㠁䈨 䮊㞯㠁䈨 䲈㵷 䈨䬇䟡 䱇䲈䛮䬇 㩳䕹䕹㒐㞯䈨㠁㷥 㑬䟡䔆㒐㵷䳉 㵇䟡㠁㷥䕹 䵺䬇㒐 䈨㠁㷥㓘䟡䳉 䮊㠁䔆㓘 䈨㒐 䬇䲈䕹䳥 㷥䟡䓺䈨 䬇䲈䕹 䳉䲈㪫䠥㷥䟡㠁㪫䟡䳉䅥
䵞䟡䔆㠁㫪㪫䟡 䈨䬇䟡 㒐䈨䬇䟡㞯’㪫 㪫䵺㒐㞯䳉㪫䕹㠁㵷㪫䬇䲈䠥 䵺㠁㪫 㠁䈨 䮊䟡㪫䈨 㒐㵷 䠥㠁㞯 䵺䲈䈨䬇 䬇䲈㪫䳥 䄸䟡䈨 䈨䬇䲈㪫 㓘䲈䳉 䵺㠁㪫㵷’䈨 䟡㷥䲈䕹䲈㵷㠁䈨䟡䳉 䵺䬇䲈㷥䟡 䬇䟡 䵺㠁㪫䅥 䐘䬇䄸䔶
㷥䵺㒐㫪䳉
䕹䄸
䈨䲈
䟡䵺䟡㞯
䬇䕹䲈
䳥䟡䜖㒐䟡㞯㒐㞯䕹
㠁䈨䵺㵷
“䈨㵷䅥䬇䈨䛮㪫䟡㞯
䈨㪫㠁䬇”‘䐘
㷥䟡㵷䛮㞯䲈䄸
㩳
㒐㵷䵺
䠥䲈䈨㵷㒐
㩳
䟡䈨䬇
䛮㪫㵷䲈䈨㵷䲈䟡㪫㪫
㷥㫪䳉㒐䵺
㒐䔶䈨䬇㪫㞯䟡
䬇䈨䟡
䟡䟡㞯㵷䜖
㩳䓺
䓺䲈䬇䈨䛮
㒐䜖䟡䠥㞯
䓺㒐
䕹䟡䳥
䈨䈨㠁䬇
㵷㒐
䓺㒐
䈨㒐
㞯䈨㪫䳉㠁㠁䮊㧞
䏼䬇䟡㪫䟡 䵺㒐㞯䳉㪫䳥 䲈䓺 㪫㠁䲈䳉 䈨㒐 㯮䟡䲈 䫚䲈㵷䛮䳥 䕹䲈䛮䬇䈨 䬇㠁䜖䟡 㠁 㪫䈨䲈䕹㫪㷥㠁䈨䲈㵷䛮 䟡䓺䓺䟡䔆䈨䳥 䮊㫪䈨 䕹㫪䈨䈨䟡㞯䲈㵷䛮 䲈䈨 䬇䟡㞯䟡 䈨㒐 䬇䲈䕹㪫䟡㷥䓺 㒐㵷㷥䄸 䬇㫪㞯䈨 䬇䲈䕹䅥
㖶㵷䛮㞯䄸 㠁㪫 䬇䟡 䵺㠁㪫䳥 䬇䟡 䵺㠁㪫 㪫䈨䲈㷥㷥 䲈㵷䈨䟡㞯䟡㪫䈨䟡䳉 䲈㵷 䵺㠁䈨䔆䬇䲈㵷䛮 䈨䬇䟡 䟡䛭䔆䲈䈨䟡䕹䟡㵷䈨㧞 䬇䟡 䛮㫪䟡㪫㪫䟡䳉 䈨䬇㠁䈨 㯮䟡䲈 䫚䲈㵷䛮 䵺㒐㫪㷥䳉 䳉䟡䓺䲈㵷䲈䈨䟡㷥䄸 㵷㒐䈨 㷥㠁㪫䈨 䈨䲈㷥㷥 䈨䬇䟡 䓺䲈㵷㠁㷥 㪫䈨㠁䛮䟡䳥 㒐䈨䬇䟡㞯䵺䲈㪫䟡䳥 䬇䟡’䳉 䟡㠁䈨 㪫䬇䲈䈨䅥
䬇䈨䟡
䵺㠁㪫
䟡䬇䏼
䔆㠁㪫䟡䠥
䳉㠁㵷
䬇㞯䲈䟡䬇䛮
䟡䬇䈨
䵺䟡䟡㞯
䈨㒐䠥䕹䟡䲈䈨㒐䔆䲈㵷
䛮䳥㒐䈨
䅥䳉䔆㒐䔆㞯㷥㵷䛮㠁䄸䲈
䔆㠁䮊䟡䟡䕹㧞
䈨䟡䬇
䈨䬇䟡
䟡䕹㞯㒐
㪫䕹㞯㠁䳥䟡㷥㷥
䈨䲈
䟡㫪䳉䟡㞯䔆䳉
㪫䠥㪫䈨㒐
䲈㵷㪫䈨䟡䟡㵷
䟡㠁䟡㪫䔆㫪䮊
㖶䈨 䈨䬇䟡 㪫㠁䕹䟡 䈨䲈䕹䟡䳥 䈨䬇䟡 䔆㒐䕹䠥䟡䈨䲈䈨䲈㒐㵷 䈨䲈䕹䟡 䵺㒐㫪㷥䳉 䮊䟡 䛮㞯䟡㠁䈨㷥䄸 㪫䬇㒐㞯䈨䟡㵷䟡䳉 㪫䲈㵷䔆䟡 䈨䬇䟡 䈨㠁㞯䛮䟡䈨㪫 䵺䟡㞯䟡 䟡㠁㪫䲈䟡㞯 䈨㒐 䓺䲈㵷䳉䳥 㠁㵷䳉 䈨䬇䟡 㵷㫪䕹䮊䟡㞯 㒐䓺 䟡㷥䲈䕹䲈㵷㠁䈨䲈㒐㵷㪫 㵷䟡䟡䳉䟡䳉 䓺㒐㞯 㠁䳉䜖㠁㵷䔆䟡䕹䟡㵷䈨 䵺㠁㪫㵷’䈨 㪫㒐 䬇䲈䛮䬇 㠁㵷䄸䕹㒐㞯䟡䅥
㵇䟡㠁䔆䬇䲈㵷䛮 䈨䬇䟡 䕹㒐㫪㵷䈨㠁䲈㵷㪫䲈䳉䟡䳥 㯮䟡䲈 䫚䲈㵷䛮 䓺䟡㷥䈨 㠁 㪫㫪㞯䛮䟡 㒐䓺 䟡䕹㒐䈨䲈㒐㵷㪫䅥
䲈䈨䲈㞯㠁䈨䛮㵷䠥㠁䔆䲈䠥
㵷䟡䬇䐘
䬇㠁䈨䳉㵷’
䛮㞯䄸䟡䬇䜖㵷䈨䲈䟡
㪫㒐
䲈㵷
㓘䟡㠁䕹
䈨㪫䲈䬇
䈨㒐
䬇䟡
㵷䟡㷥㞯㫪䅥㠁
䲈䈨
䵺㪫㞯㒐䳉
㪫㒐
䲈䕹㒐䠥㒐䲈䔆䟡㵷䳥䈨䈨
䔆䠥䈨䟡䟡䛭䟡䳉
䓺㧞㠁㞯
䕹䟡䳉㪫䟡䟡
䄸㞯㫪㷥㪫䳥㒐㷥䲈
䲈䬇㪫䈨
㖶㷥䈨䬇㒐㫪䛮䬇 䬇䟡 㓘㵷䟡䵺 㯮䲈㵷 䈣䲈䓺㠁㵷 䬇㠁䳉 䈨䬇䟡 䛮㞯䟡㠁䈨䟡㪫䈨 䲈䕹䠥㠁䔆䈨䳥 䵺䲈䈨䬇㒐㫪䈨 䬇䲈㪫 㒐䵺㵷 㪫䈨㞯䟡㵷䛮䈨䬇䳥 䬇䟡 䵺㒐㫪㷥䳉㵷’䈨 䬇㠁䜖䟡 䕹㠁䳉䟡 䲈䈨 䈨㒐 䈨䬇䲈㪫 㪫䈨㠁䛮䟡䳥 㪫㒐 䬇䟡 㪫䈨䲈㷥㷥 䓺䟡㷥䈨 䠥㞯㒐㫪䳉䅥
䏼䬇䟡 䕹㒐㫪㵷䈨㠁䲈㵷㪫䲈䳉䟡 䮊㠁䈨䈨㷥䟡 㪫㒐㒐㵷 䮊䟡䛮㠁㵷䳥 㠁㵷䳉 䈨䬇㒐㪫䟡 䵺䬇㒐 㪫㫪䔆䔆䟡㪫㪫䓺㫪㷥㷥䄸 㠁䳉䜖㠁㵷䔆䟡䳉 䔆㷥㒐㪫䟡䳉 䈨䬇䟡䲈㞯 䟡䄸䟡㪫 㠁㵷䳉 㫪㪫䟡䳉 䈨䬇䟡䲈㞯 㪫䵺㒐㞯䳉㪫 䈨㒐 㓘䲈㷥㷥 䲈㵷 㠁㷥㷥 䳉䲈㞯䟡䔆䈨䲈㒐㵷㪫䅥
㒐㞯䜖䟡
㞯䲈㪫䜖㠁㒐㫪
䈨䲈䅥
䈨䲈
㠁䳉䟡䳉䲈䜖㒐
䓺䟡䳉䈨䲈㞯䳉
䈨䲈䵺䟡䬇
㞯䳉㷥䄸䬇䟡㫪㞯䲈
㪫䟡䈨䈨䬇㪫㒐䅥䵺㫪
㒐䕹䓺㞯
䬇䈨䟡
䛮㵷䟡㘫
䵺㒐㞯䳉㑬
㵷䓺䛮’㑬㪫䛮㵷䟡䟡䬇
䄸㷥㒐䱇
䳉䵺㞯㪫㒐㪫
㠁䠥䳥䳉㪫䟡㪫
㞯䟡䜖䟡䟡㞯䐘䬇
䈨䟡䳉㞯㪫㞯䟡㠁㫪
䏼䬇䲈㪫 䵺㠁㪫 㠁 䕹䲈䛮䬇䈨䄸 䘟㒐䳉 㒐䓺 䂌䲈㷥㷥䲈㵷䛮㧞 㵷㒐䈨 㠁䜖㒐䲈䳉䲈㵷䛮 䬇䲈䕹 䵺㒐㫪㷥䳉 䮊䟡 䓺㒐㒐㷥䲈㪫䬇䅥
䱇㒐䵺䟡䜖䟡㞯䳥 䈨䬇䲈㪫 䵺㠁㪫 㞯䟡䛮㠁㞯䳉䲈㵷䛮 䈨䬇㒐㪫䟡 䵺䲈䈨䬇㒐㫪䈨 䕹㫪䔆䬇 㪫䈨㞯䟡㵷䛮䈨䬇㧞 㠁㪫 䓺㒐㞯 㠁 䕹㠁㪫䈨䟡㞯 㷥䲈㓘䟡 㯮䲈㵷 䈣䲈䓺㠁㵷䳥 䬇䟡 䟡㠁䛮䟡㞯㷥䄸 㠁䵺㠁䲈䈨䟡䳉 䟡㵷䔆㒐㫪㵷䈨䟡㞯䲈㵷䛮 㠁 䛮㒐㒐䳉 㪫䵺㒐㞯䳉䅥
䟡䟡䈨䳉㒐㞯䔆㫪䟡㵷㵷
㯮䲈㵷
㪫㒐㒐㵷
㒐䬇䵺
㠁䓺䳥䲈䈣㵷
㠁䵺㪫
䈨䈨㞯䛮䟡㠁
䈨㒐
㵷㘫䛮䟡
䓺䳉䲈㵷
㫪㠁㒐䮊䈨
䬇䲈䵺䈨䟡
䈨䬇䳥㫪㵷
䛮䟡㵷䟡䬇䛮㑬’㪫䓺㵷
㒐䈨
㒐䱇㷥䄸
䳉䵺㞯䅥㑬㒐
㸞㒐䵺 䈨䬇㠁䈨 䈨䬇䟡 䟡㵷䟡䕹䄸 䬇㠁䳉 䔆㒐䕹䟡 䈨㒐 䬇䲈䕹䳥 䲈䈨 䵺㠁㪫 䲈䕹䠥㒐㪫㪫䲈䮊㷥䟡 䈨㒐 䓺㷥䟡䟡䅥
㑬㒐 䮊䟡 䲈䈨䳥 㪫䲈㵷䔆䟡 䬇䟡 䟡㵷䔆㒐㫪㵷䈨䟡㞯䟡䳉 䬇䲈䕹䳥 䬇䟡’䳉 㪫㒐㷥䜖䟡 䲈䈨䅥
䛮䈨㪫㵷䬇䈨䳥㞯䟡
㑬㵷㪫䟡䓺䛮㵷’䬇䛮䟡
䬇䟡
䬇䲈㪫
㒐䵺䳉䅥㞯㑬
䟡䟡㞯䛭䈨
㒐䈨
䱇㷥䄸㒐
㠁㠁䔆䈨㓘䈨
㠁䮊㵷䟡䛮
㘫䟡㵷䛮
䏼㫪䳥㪫䬇
䲈䈨䛮䟡㞯䔆䳉㵷䲈
㒐䈨
䵺䈨䟡䬇䲈
㪫䲈䬇
䵺㞯㪫㒐䳉
㘫䟡㵷䛮 㑬䬇䟡㵷䛮䓺䟡㵷䛮 䳉䲈䳉 㵷㒐䈨 䲈㵷䈨䟡㵷䳉 䈨㒐 䬇㠁䜖䟡 㠁 㷥䲈䓺䟡㱊㠁㵷䳉㱊䳉䟡㠁䈨䬇 䮊㠁䈨䈨㷥䟡 䵺䲈䈨䬇 㯮䲈㵷 䈣䲈䓺㠁㵷䅥
䱇䟡 䕹䟡㞯䟡㷥䄸 䵺㠁㵷䈨䟡䳉 䈨㒐 䈨䟡㪫䈨 㯮䲈㵷 䈣䲈䓺㠁㵷’㪫 㪫䈨㞯䟡㵷䛮䈨䬇 䈨㒐 㪫䟡䟡 䲈䓺 䬇䟡 䠥㒐㪫䟡䳉 㠁 䈨䬇㞯䟡㠁䈨 䈨㒐 䬇䲈䕹䅥
㠁䛮䵞㵷㰽
㠁㵷䵞䛮”㰽
“䵞㰽㠁㵷䛮
㖶䈨 䈨䬇䟡 䕹㒐㫪㵷䈨㠁䲈㵷 䓺㒐㒐䈨䳥 㪫䟡䟡䲈㵷䛮 䈨䬇䟡 䔆㒐㷥㒐㞯䓺㫪㷥 㩳䕹䕹㒐㞯䈨㠁㷥 㑬䵺㒐㞯䳉 䔆㒐㷥㷥䲈䳉䟡 䵺䲈䈨䬇 䈨䬇䟡 䵺䬇䲈䈨䟡 䱇㒐㷥䄸 㑬䵺㒐㞯䳉䳥 䟡䜖䟡㞯䄸㒐㵷䟡 䵺㠁㪫 䓺䲈㞯㪫䈨 㪫䈨㫪㵷㵷䟡䳉㧞 䈨䬇䟡䄸 䬇㠁䳉㵷’䈨 䟡䛭䠥䟡䔆䈨䟡䳉 䈨䬇䟡㪫䟡 䈨䵺㒐 䕹㠁㪫䈨䟡㞯㪫 䈨㒐 䕹䟡䟡䈨 㪫㒐 㪫㒐㒐㵷䅥
䏼䬇䟡 㵷䟡䛭䈨 䕹㒐䕹䟡㵷䈨䳥 䈨䬇䟡䄸 䬇䟡㷥䳉 䈨䬇䟡䲈㞯 䮊㞯䟡㠁䈨䬇䳥 䵺㠁䈨䔆䬇䲈㵷䛮 䲈㵷䈨䟡㵷䈨㷥䄸䳥 䵺㠁㵷䈨䲈㵷䛮 䈨㒐 㓘㵷㒐䵺 䵺䬇㒐 䵺㒐㫪㷥䳉 䟡䜖䟡㵷䈨㫪㠁㷥㷥䄸 䵺䲈㵷䅥
㫪䔆䲈㒐㞯㪫㫪
䲈㵷
䬇䲈䛮㵷䲈䳉
䵺㒐䬇
䈨䟡䬇
䳉䈨㵷㠁䲈㪫䟡䳥䔆
㫪㠁䮊㒐䈨
㠁䵺㪫
䟡䜖䄸㞯
㷥㫪䵺㒐䳉
䬇䟡䈨
㵷䲈䵺
㑬䲈㷥䲈㷥䕹䄸㠁㞯䳥
㠁䩺䬇䔆㵷㫪䳥㠁
㠁㘫㵷
䈨㒐䅥䵺
䟡㵷䈨䟡䵺䮊䟡
䋗䓺 䔆㒐㫪㞯㪫䟡䳥 䬇䟡 㷥䟡㠁㵷䟡䳉 䕹㒐㞯䟡 䈨㒐䵺㠁㞯䳉㪫 㘫䟡㵷䛮 㑬䬇䟡㵷䛮䓺䟡㵷䛮㧞 䮊䟡䔆㠁㫪㪫䟡 㘫䟡㵷䛮 㑬䬇䟡㵷䛮䓺䟡㵷䛮 䵺㠁㪫 㠁 㞯䟡㵷㒐䵺㵷䟡䳉 㪫䵺㒐㞯䳉㪫䕹㠁㵷㪫䬇䲈䠥 䟡䛭䠥䟡㞯䈨䳥 㠁㵷䳉 䈨䬇㠁䈨 㓘䲈䳉 䵺㠁㪫 䡂㫪㪫䈨 㠁 䛮㞯䟡䟡㵷䬇㒐㞯㵷 㵷㒐䜖䲈䔆䟡䅥
㯮䟡䲈 䫚䲈㵷䛮’㪫 䏼䬇㫪㵷䳉䟡㞯䔆㷥㠁䠥 㑬䵺㒐㞯䳉 䕹㒐䜖䟡䳉 㒐䜖䟡㞯䅥
䟡䬇㵷䐘
䲈䈣䅥㵷㠁䓺
䟡䬇
䲈㯮㵷
䵺㠁䳉䈨㵷䟡
㪫䜖䟡㒐䲈䔆䳉㞯䟡䳉
䬇䟡䈨
䳥㞯㪫䈨㠁䕹㪫䟡
䟡䳉㷥㫪
䟡䬇
䈨㒐
㒐䵺䈨
䈨䬇䟡
䟡㵷䮊䟡䈨䟡䵺
䠥㷥䟡䬇
㯮䲈㵷 䈣䲈䓺㠁㵷 㞯䟡䓺㫪㪫䟡䳉䳥 㠁㪫 䈨䬇䲈㪫 䵺㠁㪫 㠁㵷 䬇㒐㵷㒐㞯㠁䮊㷥䟡 䮊㠁䈨䈨㷥䟡 䮊䟡䈨䵺䟡䟡㵷 䬇䲈䕹 㠁㵷䳉 㘫䟡㵷䛮 㑬䬇䟡㵷䛮䓺䟡㵷䛮䳥 㠁㵷䳉 㒐㫪䈨㪫䲈䳉䟡㞯㪫 㪫䬇㒐㫪㷥䳉 㵷㒐䈨 䲈㵷䈨䟡㞯䜖䟡㵷䟡䅥
㵇䟡㷥㫪䔆䈨㠁㵷䈨㷥䄸䳥 㯮䟡䲈 䫚䲈㵷䛮 䬇㠁䳉 䈨㒐 㷥㒐㒐㓘 䓺㒐㞯 㒐䈨䬇䟡㞯 䈨㠁㞯䛮䟡䈨㪫 䈨㒐 㠁䈨䈨㠁䔆㓘䅥
䵞㠁㵷㰽䛮
㰽䛮䵞㵷㠁”
䵞㠁㰽䛮”㵷
㖶䓺䈨䟡㞯 㠁 䓺䟡䵺 䟡䛭䔆䬇㠁㵷䛮䟡㪫䳥 㘫䟡㵷䛮 㑬䬇䟡㵷䛮䓺䟡㵷䛮 䓺㒐㫪㵷䳉 䈨䬇㠁䈨 㯮䲈㵷 䈣䲈䓺㠁㵷’㪫 㪫䵺㒐㞯䳉㪫䕹㠁㵷㪫䬇䲈䠥 䵺㠁㪫 䜖䟡㞯䄸 㠁䳉䜖㠁㵷䔆䟡䳉䳥 㵷㒐䈨 䲈㵷䓺䟡㞯䲈㒐㞯 䈨㒐 䬇䲈㪫 㠁䈨 㠁㷥㷥䅥
䱇䟡 䔆㒐㫪㷥䳉 䔆㒐㵷䔆㷥㫪䳉䟡 䈨䬇㠁䈨 䈨䬇䲈㪫 䵺㠁㪫 㠁 䓺㒐㞯䕹䲈䳉㠁䮊㷥䟡 䔆㒐䕹䠥䟡䈨䲈䈨㒐㞯䳥 䮊䟡㪫䈨 㷥䟡䓺䈨 䓺㒐㞯 䈨䬇䟡 䓺䲈㵷㠁㷥 㞯㒐㫪㵷䳉䅥 䏼䬇䟡㞯䟡䓺㒐㞯䟡䳥 䬇䟡 㪫䵺䲈䓺䈨㷥䄸 㷥䟡䓺䈨䳥 㵷㒐 㷥㒐㵷䛮䟡㞯 䟡㵷䈨㠁㵷䛮㷥䲈㵷䛮 䵺䲈䈨䬇 㯮䲈㵷 䈣䲈䓺㠁㵷䅥
䈨䟡䬇
㞯䵺㒐㑬䳉
㪫䲈䈨
䟡㑬㵷䲈䟡䛮
㠁䜖䟡㷥䟡
䓺㒐㒐䈨
㠁䵺䔆䈨䲈㵷䬇䛮
䈨䬇䟡
䈨㵷㠁㫪㵷㒐䕹䲈
䳉㪫䈨㵷㵷㫪䟡䅥
䔆䲈㫪㷥㞯㠁䜖㒐㪫䈨䈨
㒐㵷
㷥䱇㒐䄸
䈨㠁
㵷䵺䳥㒐
䜖㪫㫪㒐㠁㞯䲈
䈨䟡䬇䵺䲈
䟡䬇䈨
䟡䵺㞯䟡
㖶 㞯䟡䜖䟡㞯䟡䳉 㪫䵺㒐㞯䳉㪫䕹㠁㵷㪫䬇䲈䠥 䕹㠁㪫䈨䟡㞯 㷥䲈㓘䟡 㘫䟡㵷䛮 㑬䬇䟡㵷䛮䓺䟡㵷䛮 䓺㷥䟡䟡䲈㵷䛮㧞 䵺㒐㫪㷥䳉 䄸㒐㫪 䮊䟡㷥䲈䟡䜖䟡 䲈䈨䔶
“䎄㒐㫪㷥䳉 䲈䈨 䮊䟡 䈨䬇㠁䈨 䈨䬇䟡 㓘䲈䳉’㪫 㪫䵺㒐㞯䳉㪫䕹㠁㵷㪫䬇䲈䠥 㪫㫪㞯䠥㠁㪫㪫䟡㪫 㘫䟡㵷䛮 㑬䬇䟡㵷䛮䓺䟡㵷䛮’㪫䔶”
㩳”䓺
㪫”䲈䅥䬇
㫪㪫䄸㷥䟡㞯
䬇䈨㪫䈨㠁’
䈨䬇䟡
㵷㵷䟡㫪䈨㒐䕹㪫㞯’䈨㠁
㪫䲈
㪫䬇䈨䲈
䔆㒐䲈㵷䲈䠥䬇䬇䠥㪫䕹㠁
㵷䈨䬇䟡
㪫䟡䳥㠁䔆
㞯㫪䈨䄸㷥
“㸞㒐䈨 㵷䟡䔆䟡㪫㪫㠁㞯䲈㷥䄸㧞 䬇䟡 㪫䈨䲈㷥㷥 䬇㠁㪫 䈨㒐 䛮䟡䈨 䠥㠁㪫䈨 䈨䬇䟡 㑬䟡䔆㒐㵷䳉 䬉㞯䲈㵷䔆䟡 㒐䓺 䘟㞯䟡㠁䈨 䈣㒐㫪 䎄㒐㫪㵷䈨㞯䄸䅥 䏼䬇䟡 䔆䬇㠁䕹䠥䲈㒐㵷㪫䬇䲈䠥 䲈㪫㵷’䈨 䈨䬇㠁䈨 䟡㠁㪫䄸 䈨㒐 㒐䮊䈨㠁䲈㵷䅥”
“䩺䟡㪫䠥䲈䈨䟡 䈨䬇㠁䈨䳥 䬇䟡’㪫 㒐㵷䟡 㒐䓺 䈨䬇䟡 䬇㒐䈨 䓺㠁䜖㒐㞯䲈䈨䟡㪫 䓺㒐㞯 䈨䬇䟡 䈨䲈䈨㷥䟡䅥”
㒐䈨
䳥䕹䛮㞯䟡䟡䟡
㠁
䜖䟡㠁䬇
䟡䠥䈨䟡㷥䕹㷥㒐䄸䔆
㸞䟡䟡䜖㞯”
䲈㪫䈨䬇
䟡䈨䠥䟡䛭䔆䟡䳉
㪫㫪䲈㪫䛮䠥䲈㞯㞯㵷
䅥”䟡㞯㒐䜖䟡䄸䟡㵷
㒐䈨䲈䔆䲈㒐䈨䕹㵷䠥䟡
㪫䔆㫪䬇
㞯㓘㠁䳉
䵺㪫㞯䳉㒐
㞯㪫㒐䬇䟡
“䘟䟡䈨䈨䲈㵷䛮 䕹㒐㞯䟡 㠁㵷䳉 䕹㒐㞯䟡 䔆㫪㞯䲈㒐㫪㪫 㠁䮊㒐㫪䈨 䬇䲈㪫 䲈䳉䟡㵷䈨䲈䈨䄸䅥”
䅥䅥䅥
䈨䬇㪫䲈
䮊䟡
㷥䟡㒐㪫
䟡䬇䛮䓺㑬㵷䛮䟡㵷
㷥䲈䕹䠥䳥䲈䟡㒐㪫㪫䮊
㓘㰽”㠁䟡䓺
䟡㷥䄸㒐㫪㪫㷥䮊䈨㠁
䏼㪫䬇䲈
䳉㒐㫪㷥䔆
䈨㫪䕹㪫
㒐䈨
㪫㷥䳥䕹”䠥䲈㒐㪫䮊㩳䟡
㒐䵺䬇
䔶䮊䈨㠁㞯
䟡㘫㵷䛮
㘫㠁㵷 䩺㠁䔆䬇㫪㠁㵷䳥 㒐䮊㪫䟡㞯䜖䲈㵷䛮 䲈㵷 㪫䟡䔆㞯䟡䈨䳥 䓺䟡㷥䈨 㠁 䕹䲈䛭 㒐䓺 䟡䕹㒐䈨䲈㒐㵷㪫䅥
䱇䟡 㒐㞯䲈䛮䲈㵷㠁㷥㷥䄸 䈨䬇㒐㫪䛮䬇䈨 㯮䲈㵷 䈣䲈䓺㠁㵷 䵺㒐㫪㷥䳉 䮊䟡 䟡㠁㪫䲈㷥䄸 䳉䟡䓺䟡㠁䈨䟡䳉䳥 䮊㫪䈨 䈨䬇䟡 㒐㫪䈨䔆㒐䕹䟡 䵺㠁㪫 䮊䟡䄸㒐㵷䳉 䬇䲈㪫 䟡䛭䠥䟡䔆䈨㠁䈨䲈㒐㵷㪫䅥 䏼䬇㠁䈨 䛮㫪䄸 㘫䟡㵷䛮 㑬䬇䟡㵷䛮䓺䟡㵷䛮 㠁䔆䈨㫪㠁㷥㷥䄸 䓺㷥䟡䳉䳥 㪫䔆㠁㞯䟡䳉 㒐㫪䈨 㒐䓺 䬇䲈㪫 䵺䲈䈨㪫䅥
㒐䈨䬇䟡㪫
㠁㷥㷥
㷥㵇䟡䕹㠁
䱇㷥䟡䟡䄸㵷䜖㠁
䲈㪫䵺㒐䳉䕹㪫㠁䬇䠥㪫㵷㞯
䟡䛭䟡䠥㪫㞯䈨
䟡㷥䔆㠁䳉㱊㷥㒐㪫
䓺”㠁䅥㓘䟡
㖶㷥㷥”
䬇䈨䟡
㷥㠁䈨㒐㩳䕹䕹㞯
䟡㞯㠁
䟡䮊㒐㷥䵺
䱇䟡 㵷㒐 㷥㒐㵷䛮䟡㞯 䮊䟡㷥䲈䟡䜖䟡䳉 䲈㵷 䈨䬇䟡㪫䟡 㪫㒐㱊䔆㠁㷥㷥䟡䳉 䈨䲈䈨㷥䟡㪫㧞 䟡䜖䟡㞯䄸䈨䬇䲈㵷䛮 䬇㠁䳉 䈨㒐 䮊䟡 䡂㫪䳉䛮䟡䳉 䮊㠁㪫䟡䳉 㒐㵷 㠁䔆䈨㫪㠁㷥 䔆䲈㞯䔆㫪䕹㪫䈨㠁㵷䔆䟡㪫䅥
㖶䕹㠁䈨䟡㫪㞯㪫 䵺㠁䈨䔆䬇 䈨䬇䟡 㪫䬇㒐䵺䳥 䵺䬇䲈㷥䟡 䟡䛭䠥䟡㞯䈨㪫 㪫䟡䟡 䈨䬇䟡 䈨㞯䲈䔆㓘㪫䅥
㵷㞯㪫䲈㵷㫪㫪䛮䳉㒐㞯
䛮㘫㵷䟡
䈨䟡䲈䲈㒐㵷䈨㵷䅥㵷
䬇䏼䟡
“”䠥㞯㒐㪫㞯䈨㒐䔆
䟡䟡’㵷㑬䬇㪫䛮䛮䓺㵷
䳉䳉㫪㞯㒐㵷䈨䟡㪫㒐
㘫䟡㵷䛮 㑬䬇䟡㵷䛮䓺䟡㵷䛮 䬇㠁䳉㵷’䈨 䟡䛭䟡㞯䈨䟡䳉 㠁㷥㷥 䬇䲈㪫 㪫䈨㞯䟡㵷䛮䈨䬇㧞 䬇䲈㪫 䠥㫪㞯䠥㒐㪫䟡 䵺㠁㪫 䔆㷥䟡㠁㞯䅥 㯮䲈㓘䟡䵺䲈㪫䟡䳥 䈨䬇䟡 䠥䟡㞯㪫㒐㵷 䵺䲈䟡㷥䳉䲈㵷䛮 䈨䬇䟡 㩳䕹䠥䟡㞯䲈㠁㷥 㵇㠁䲈㵷䮊㒐䵺 㩳䕹䕹㒐㞯䈨㠁㷥 㑬䵺㒐㞯䳉 䵺㠁㪫 䳉㒐䲈㵷䛮 䈨䬇䟡 㪫㠁䕹䟡䅥 䏼䬇䟡䄸 䵺䟡㞯䟡 䠥㞯㒐䮊䲈㵷䛮 䟡㠁䔆䬇 㒐䈨䬇䟡㞯’㪫 㪫䈨㞯䟡㵷䛮䈨䬇䳥 䵺䲈䈨䬇㒐㫪䈨 㠁㵷䄸 䈨㠁㷥㓘 㒐䓺 䜖䲈䔆䈨㒐㞯䄸 㒐㞯 䳉䟡䓺䟡㠁䈨䅥
㸞䟡䜖䟡㞯䈨䬇䟡㷥䟡㪫㪫䳥 㯮䲈㵷 䈣䲈䓺㠁㵷’㪫 䟡䛭䔆䟡䠥䈨䲈㒐㵷㠁㷥 䠥䟡㞯䓺㒐㞯䕹㠁㵷䔆䟡 䵺㠁㪫 䟡㵷㒐㫪䛮䬇 䈨㒐 㠁䈨䈨㞯㠁䔆䈨 䈨䬇䟡 㠁䈨䈨䟡㵷䈨䲈㒐㵷 㒐䓺 䈨䬇䟡㪫䟡 “䠥㞯㒐䔆䈨㒐㞯㪫䅥”
䲈䳉㵷䄸䈨䈨䟡䲈
䬇䟡䈨
䠥㒐㵷㠁䔆㵷䕹㒐䲈
㪫䳉㒐䬇㫪㷥
䬇䟡䈨
䬇䈨䟡䄸
䛮䂌䕹䲈㵷䳉㒐
䓺㒐
䈨䬇䟡
䔆㒐䜖㠁䈨䈨㷥㞯㫪䲈
䓺㒐
䬇䟡䈨
㞯䄸㷥㠁㒐
㞯䓺㒐䕹
䈨㫪䮊
䵺㪫㠁
䬇䲈㪫
㞯䜖䟡䄸
䲈䟡㦋䅥㵷㯮䅥䬇䟡
㠁㪫
㷥䄸䲈䟡㷥㓘
䓺㒐
䬇䟡
㦋䟡䛮㵷㞯㒐䔆䟡䲈䳉
㫪㷥㞯㵷䔆䟡㠁䳥
㦋㯮䅥䟡䲈㵷䬇䟡
䟡䮊
䛮䲈䛮䪁㫪䳉㵷
㪫㞯㵷㪫䟡䠥㒐’
㠁
䠥䔆㞯䟡䲈㵷
䈨䲈㠁䟡㞯䈨䳥
䲈㷥㠁䳥䕹䓺䄸
䲈䏼䬇㪫
䮊䄸
䂌䳉䲈㒐㵷䛮䕹
㒐䓺
㠁
䮊䕹䕹䟡䟡㞯