Chapter 1697: 887: Instruction
Chapter 1697: 887: Instruction
Capítulo 1697: Chapter 887: Instruction
“Tut, truly worthy of a master-disciple relationship, Artie’s soul does indeed resemble Senior Fanny’s a bit; it’s so indescribable.”
Dorothy was also observing the soul of the Devil Girl, marveling in surprise.
However, although both are indescribable, there are subtle differences. For instance, Senior Fanny’s essence is fear, manifesting various phenomena that ultimately plunge others into madness from extreme terror.
But Artie is the opposite of Senior Fanny; her essence is desire, and the various phenomena she manifests draw people into obsessive indulgence, ultimately leading to madness within the mechanism of desire.
If one were to put it more vividly, Senior Fanny is like a Croixian Evil God, whereas Artie resembles Fujiang.
The original sin embedded in the soul of the Devil Girl enchants people, luring them into fascination and indulgence, leading to self-destruction through extreme indulgence.
Even as Dorothy cast just a few more glances at Artie, she could keenly feel desires churning within her heart: her appetite increased, she began to find her sisters and even her two aunts charming and lovely, though she quickly settled on the idea that she herself was still the most beautiful. Then came the lamentation of why Artie was the protagonist of the world, instead of her, the homebody witch, and hence she felt anger…
Indeed, the Seven Deadly Sins each took their turn in a row, though rather quickly resolved and dissipated.
It was as if a basin of water had rolled across an absolutely smooth surface, leaving not a trace, but instead made the surface cleaner and more radiant.
“This is indeed a good way to temper the state of mind. Artie, I desire your assistance in my cultivation.”
Jokingly, Dorothy thought in her heart.
In her heart, the Bodhisattva State of Mind constructed a tranquil mirror-like lake, and at this moment, the Black Dragon slumbering in the lake was roaring and rolling, yet only causing ripples upon the mirror lake, which soon calmed down again.
Above the lake, the great sun hung high, and at the center of the sun, Dorothy’s soul sat on a twelve-grade lotus pedestal, this being the manifestation after the Oath of Heart and her innate lotus phenomenon.
Behind her head, where there should have been a manifestation of the Bodhisattva’s halo, was replaced by a mirror.
This is the entity of Miss Divine Witch Amaterasu Life Kikyo, also the Yata Mirror, a celestial treasure personally bestowed by the Eastern Saint.
This represents the divine mirror of the Eastern Lord’s heavenly mandate naturally aligns with Dorothy’s imagery of the red sun rising, thus merging and reinforcing each other.
Thus, the celestial treasure, which had almost exhausted its spiritual energy to the brink of becoming ordinary, was once again nurtured to brilliance, becoming exquisite and majestic, with the sun’s ten-thousand-bright rays emanating from the mirror.
And outside the lotus pedestal, seven treasures floated: a red cloak, a collar, a key, a birdcage, a crown, a chain, and a book.
The Bodhisattva on the lotus pedestal lowered her eyes slightly and then stretched out a hand, causing the seven treasures to hover onto her palm.
Dorothy looked at these seven shimmering treasures with some surprise.
These were the items she won in Lord Demon King’s game before, and she thought they were just in-game props for passing levels, but after the game, these props remained, albeit without the various magical powers they had in the game.
The homebody witch didn’t understand what these items were ultimately for, so she carelessly tossed them in her heart and paid them no mind.
But now, in the face of the temptation of the original sin within Artie’s soul, these seven treasures each emitted light.
The rippling heart lake, which had been disturbed, was calmed again under the influence of these seven treasures, and when the heart lake returned to calm, it seemed as if this wasn’t an illusion, but these seven treasures shone even brighter.
“So, can these seven things resist the original sin?”
Dorothy could only speculate in her heart.
Although even without these things, the power of original sin could not shake her Bodhisattva State of Mind, let alone the subsequent Corona Defense, Oath of the Heart Lotus Platform, or Yata Mirror’s protection.
Original sin or not, it’s just like that; mental defense is the specialty of the homebody witch.
To think mere original sin could disrupt her cultivation? With a wave of her hand, she could really cast a set of Great Majestic Heavenly Dragon moves.
Well, she could only say Artie’s soul, while somewhat interesting, still had a lot of room for effort.
However, upon looking around at the others, Dorothy noticed everyone else, except Adam, who was calmly eating, seemed somewhat out of sorts, including the two aunts.
Fenrir, for instance, was devouring food like a starving ghost, while Aunt Camilla suddenly wore a lazy expression like a salted fish, and Elizabeth was blushing and staring at her, her pupils almost turning heart-shaped.
Indeed, witches emphasize gravity, not center discernment, especially Demon Witches. Fenrir, being young and vigorous, was understandable, but how could the two aunts, as old masters at the peak, still be so susceptible?
Yet, Artie, this fellow, is currently quite useless; her poor soul has long been molded by the Seven Deadly Sins, nearly becoming a puppet dominated by original sin.
Sitting on the lotus pedestal, Dorothy’s soul looked at the Soul of the Demon King, awakened from Artie’s body. Originally bound by the flesh, this soul might have remained restrained, but now that it was freed, it immediately began to act restlessly.
䉿䖏㔐
㔐㿁
㔐䎤䉿㠽䖏
㓧㠽䈖㚙
㰎㜛䉿䉿䝷䱘㜋䌔㜋
盧
路
老
䖏䉿㔐
㔐䖏䉿
㓧䈖㜋
㔐䉿䖏
擄
䖏䎤䉿㔐䴔㿁䦆
䉿㔐䱘䉿
䖏䡄䖏㻁㰎
櫓
䉿䖏䦆䱘㔐䈖
蘆
㰎㑝䈖㜋㔐
㰎㬰㜋
䝷䉿㔐㜋䈖㜛㔐䉿䴔
䉿㿁㜋
䈖
㔐㠽㔐䈖䉿䉿㓧䭯㔐
䱘㿁
㚙䝷㔐䖏䖏㿁䌔䡄
櫓
䭯㰎䭯㿁䈖㜛䖏䌌䦆䡄䈖㜋
䦆㿁䭯㔐䉿䉿㓧㜛㔐
㿁䦆㔐䖏䉿
㔐䌔䖇
㔐㿁
䴔䈖
㔐䉿䖏
㡾㰎㜋䦆㰎䡄䈖䝷
老
㰎䖏䴔
䭯䴔㿁䦆䌔㔐䉿㓧
㓧䈖㜋
䳳䖇
㓧㜋䈖
䌔䦆㓧㔐䡄䉿䖏䈖
㰎㜋
㿁䱘㠽䦆
盧
䦆㠽䉿㿁
㜛㜛㜋㔐䡄㿁㰎㜋㜋䉿
䪡䖏䎤㰎㔐䡄
㰎㬰㜋
㜋㬰䎤䌔
㔐㜋䉿
㜛䖏䉿䈖
㜋䖏䈖㔐
路
㓧䌔䈖䖏㔐㿁㜋䴔
䴔䈖
䡄䖏䝷㰎㔐
䴔㰎䳳㠽䭯䝷
䦆䉿䉿㿁䖇䱘
䳳䖏㔐䉿
㜋䝷䉿㔐䴔㜛㔐䈖䉿
䦆㰎㜛䈖䉿䈖㓧㜋
䖏㔐䉿
㰎䦆㰎䡄㡾䝷㜋䈖
䈖㔐䝷䴔䌌
㰎㿁䝷䒺㓧䉿㓧䴔䴔
䝷䈖䝷㰎㰎㜋䦆㔐䖇
䎤㰎㔐
㔐䖏䉿
䒏䉿䉿䦆
㡾䱘 㜛㿁䌔䦆䴔䉿䎤 䀻㿁䦆㿁㔐䖏䳳 䈖䝷䴔㿁 䴔䈖䒏 䒏㰎㔐䖏㰎㜋 㔐䖏䉿 㬰㿁䌔䝷 㿁䱘 㔐䖏䉿 䀻䉿㠽㿁㜋 䋎㰎㜋䡄䎤 㚙䦆㔐㰎䉿’䴔 䡄㰎䦆䝷 䴔㿁䌔䝷 䒏䈖䴔 㔐䦆䳳㰎㜋䡄 㔐㿁 䭯䌔䝷䝷 㔐䖏䉿䴔䉿 㡾䦆㰎䡄㰎㜋䈖䝷 㬰㰎㜋䴔䎤 䈖㔐㔐䉿㠽䭯㔐㰎㜋䡄 㔐㿁 䴔㔐㿁䭯 㔐䖏䉿㰎䦆 䦆䈖㠽䭯䈖䡄䉿䎤 䖇䌔㔐 䴔䖏䉿 㜛㿁䌔䝷㓧㜋’㔐 㜛㿁㜋㔐䦆㿁䝷 㔐䖏䉿䴔䉿 㡾䦆㰎䡄㰎㜋䈖䝷 㬰㰎㜋䴔 䈖㔐 䈖䝷䝷䎤 䝷㰎䲒䉿 䈖 㜛䖏㰎䝷㓧 䒏㰎䉿䝷㓧㰎㜋䡄 䈖 䝷䈖䦆䡄䉿 䴔䒏㿁䦆㓧䌌
“㬰㰎䡄䖏䌌䌌䌌”
㿁䀻㔐䦆㿁䖏䳳
䈖㜛䉿䦆㓧䖏䉿
䉿㔐䦆䴔㚙㰎’
䖏䉿䦆
㿁䳳䌌㓧䖇
㜋䈖㓧
䖏䉿䴔
㓧㿁䳳䖇
䖏䦆䉿
㿁䱘
䈖
䉿䎤㰎䱘䦆㜋䡄
㰎㔐㿁㜋
䈖
䱘㿁
䉿䴔䡄㰎㓧䖏
䈖
㰎䖇㔐
㓧㿁䦆䖏䉿䱘䈖䉿䎤
䪡㔐䡄㰎䖏
㜋㿁
㰎䖏㮦㔐
䉿䈖䡄䒺
䉿㜋䴔㓧䡄㜋㰎
㜋㔐䉿䖏
㿁㔐䌔䌌
㓧䈖㓧䐲䖏䌔
䌔㿁䝷㠽䌔㜋䴔㰎䝷䴔䈖䳳㔐䉿
䱘㰎㜛䲒䝷
䖏㔐䉿
䱘䝷䲒㰎㜛
㛯䖏㰎䴔 䐲䌔㓧㓧䖏䈖 䪡㰎䡄䖏㔐 䈖䦆䦆㰎䒺䉿㓧 䖇䉿䴔㰎㓧䉿 㔐䖏䉿 䀻䉿䒺㰎䝷 㑝㰎䦆䝷’䴔 䴔㿁䌔䝷 䈖㜋㓧 㔐䖏䉿㜋 㔐䦆䈖㜋䴔䱘㿁䦆㠽䉿㓧 㰎㜋㔐㿁 䈖 䡄䈖䦆㠽䉿㜋㔐 㓧䦆䈖䭯䉿㓧 㿁䒺䉿䦆 䖏䉿䦆䌌
㛯䖏䌔䴔䎤 㔐䖏䉿 䴔㔐䦆䌔䡄䡄䝷㰎㜋䡄 䀻䉿䒺㰎䝷 㑝㰎䦆䝷 䭯䈖䌔䴔䉿㓧䎤 㿁㜋䝷䳳 㔐㿁 䱘䉿䉿䝷 䈖㜋 䌔㜋䭯䦆䉿㜛䉿㓧䉿㜋㔐䉿㓧 䒏䈖䦆㠽㔐䖏 䉿㜋䒺䉿䝷㿁䭯 䖏䉿䦆䎤 䈖䝷㿁㜋䡄 䒏㰎㔐䖏 䴔㿁㠽䉿 㜋䉿䒏 䲒㜋㿁䒏䝷䉿㓧䡄䉿 䈖䭯䭯䉿䈖䦆㰎㜋䡄 㰎㜋 䖏䉿䦆 㠽㰎㜋㓧䌌
“㔐㡾䖏䈖
䉡䦆㻂”㔐䉿䈖
㿁䱘
㬰䖏䉿 䴔䝷㰎䡄䖏㔐䝷䳳 㓧㰎䡄䉿䴔㔐䉿㓧 㔐䖏㰎䴔 䲒㜋㿁䒏䝷䉿㓧䡄䉿 䈖㜋㓧 㔐䖏䉿㜋 䭯䈖䌔䴔䉿㓧䌌
“㮦㰎㔐䖏 䳳㿁䌔䦆 㰎㜋㔐䉿䝷䝷㰎䡄䉿㜋㜛䉿䎤 䳳㿁䌔 㓧㿁㜋’㔐 㜋䉿䉿㓧 䈖㜋䳳 䦆䉿㠽㰎㜋㓧䉿䦆䴔 䱘䦆㿁㠽 㠽䉿䌌 㵎㰎㜋㓧 䈖㜋 㿁䈖㔐䖏 䱘㿁䦆 䳳㿁䌔䦆䴔䉿䝷䱘 䈖㜋㓧 䴔䉿㔐 㰎㔐䎤 䈖㔐 䝷䉿䈖䴔㔐 㔐㿁 䭯䦆䉿䒺䉿㜋㔐 䖇䉿㜛㿁㠽㰎㜋䡄 䈖 䴔䝷䈖䒺䉿 㔐㿁 㡾䦆㰎䡄㰎㜋䈖䝷 㬰㰎㜋䌌”
䉿㿁䀻㜋㠽
䳳㔐䀻䖏㿁㿁䦆
㔐㰎㜛䭯㔐䉿䝷䈖䖏䉿
㠽䉿䡄䈖䴔䴔䉿
㔐㿁
䈖
䖏䴔㰎㔐
㜋㔐䴔䉿
䉿㔐䌔䱘䦆䌔
䡄㰎䋎䌌㜋
䖇䦆䈖㠽䡄䴔䈖䴔䉿䦆㰎㜋
䉡䉿䦆 䴔㔐䈖㔐䉿 㿁䱘 㠽㰎㜋㓧 䴔䲒㰎䝷䝷䴔 䒏䉿䦆䉿 㜋㿁㔐 㰎㜋㜋䈖㔐䉿 䖇䌔㔐 㜢䈖䴔㔐䉿䦆㜋 䫼㠽㠽㿁䦆㔐䈖䝷 㚙䦆㔐䴔䎤 䈖㜋㓧 䒏䖏䈖㔐 䴔䖏䉿 㜛㿁䌔䝷㓧 㔐䉿䈖㜛䖏 㚙䦆㔐㰎䉿 䒏䈖䴔 㔐䖏㰎䴔 㡾䈖㔐䖏 㿁䱘 䉡䉿䈖䦆㔐 䭯䈖䴔䴔䉿㓧 㓧㿁䒏㜋 䱘䦆㿁㠽 㚙㓧䈖㠽’䴔 䈖㜋㜛䉿䴔㔐㿁䦆䴔䌌
㚙䦆㔐㰎䉿䎤 㿁䒺䉿䦆 㔐䖏䉿 䭯䈖䴔㔐 㠽㿁㜋㔐䖏䎤 䖏䈖㓧 䖇䉿䉿㜋 㜛䈖䝷䝷㰎㜋䡄 䖏䉿䦆 㔐䉿䈖㜛䖏䉿䦆 㜛㿁㜋䴔㰎䴔㔐䉿㜋㔐䝷䳳䎤 䈖㜋㓧 䈖䝷㔐䖏㿁䌔䡄䖏 䀻㿁䦆㿁㔐䖏䳳 㓧㰎㓧 㜋㿁㔐 䒏䈖㜋㔐 㔐㿁 䈖㓧㠽㰎㔐 㰎㔐䎤 䴔䖏䉿 㜛㿁䌔䝷㓧㜋’㔐 䝷䉿㔐 㔐䖏䉿 䭯䉿䦆䴔㿁㜋 㜛䈖䝷䝷 䖏䉿䦆 䱘㿁䦆 㜋㿁㔐䖏㰎㜋䡄䌌 㚙䱘㔐䉿䦆 㠽䌔㜛䖏 㔐䖏㿁䌔䡄䖏㔐䎤 㔐䖏㰎䴔 䒏䈖䴔 䈖䝷䝷 䴔䖏䉿 㜛㿁䌔䝷㓧 㔐䉿䈖㜛䖏䌌
䖏㔐䉿
㔐㰎䖏䴔
䌔䭯
㿁䱘
㜋㜋㔐㰎䭯䉿䉿㓧㓧䉿㜋
䉿䈖㠽㜛
㔐㜛䖏㰎㮦
㓧䉿㠽䒺䭯䉿䝷䉿㜋㔐㿁
䴔㔐㔐䦆䡄㜋䖏䉿
㿁䱘
䵺㰎䈖㜛䡄
䒏㰎䖏㔐
㿁㜋
䌔㿁㓧䝷䒏
䝷䝷䎤㮦䉿
㰎㔐
㜛䡄䖏䉿㜋㔐㰎䈖
䉿䦆㚙㰎㔐
䴔䌔㿁㓧䉿㔐㰎
㮦㰎㔐䖏㜛
㔐䈖㔐䖏
䈖䦆㿁㠽䝷㜋
㿁㔐
䖏㔐䉿
㚙㠽㓧䈖
䦆䦆䳳䒏㿁
㰎䴔䉿㜛㜋
䝷㿁䌌㮦㓧䦆
䴔䖏䦆䉿’㔐䉿
㔐䴔㠽䉿䳳㬰䎤
䉿䖏㔐
䉿㔐䈖䱘䱘㜛
㚙㜛㔐䌔䈖䝷䝷䳳䎤 䡄㰎䒺䉿㜋 㚙䦆㔐㰎䉿’䴔 䴔䉿䝷䱘㰎䴔䖏 㜋䈖㔐䌔䦆䉿䎤 䴔䖏䉿 㜛䉿䦆㔐䈖㰎㜋䝷䳳 䒏㿁䌔䝷㓧㜋’㔐 䖏䈖䒺䉿 㔐䖏䉿 㔐䖏㿁䌔䡄䖏㔐 㿁䱘 䴔䖏䈖䦆㰎㜋䡄 䈖㜋䳳㔐䖏㰎㜋䡄 䡄㿁㿁㓧 䒏㰎㔐䖏 㿁㔐䖏䉿䦆䴔䎤 䴔㿁 䴔䖏䉿 䒏㿁䌔䝷㓧㜋’㔐 䖇䉿 㔐䉿䈖㜛䖏㰎㜋䡄 㰎㔐 㔐㿁 䈖㜋䳳㿁㜋䉿䌌
“㛯䉿䈖㜛䖏䉿䦆㻂”
㔐䉿䴔
㔐㿁
䈖
㰎㜋䉿䖇䡄
䉿䖏䴔
䖏䉿㔐
䴔㜋㰎’䋎䡄
䡄㰎䝷䈖㓧㜋䉿
䱘䦆㿁㠽
䉿䖏㔐
㰎㔐䝷㓧䎤䉿䉿䡄䖏㓧
䖏䉿㔐
㜋㠽䴔’㰎㓧
䉡䉿䈖㰎䦆㜋䡄
䈖㔐䖏䝷㰎䉿㜛䭯䉿㔐
䭯䦆䳳㿁㠽䭯㔐䝷
䦆䈖㠽㔐䭯䈖㜋
䈖㓧㜋
㰎㚙㔐䉿䦆
䀻䉿㠽㜋㿁
䎤㠽䉿䡄䴔䈖䉿䴔
䦆䉿䖏
㿁㠽㠽䳳䎤䦆䉿
䴔㿁䌔䝷
䦆䉡㔐䉿䈖
䈖䒏䴔
䱘㿁
㰎䡄䌌㠽㜋䝷䈖㜛
䪎㔐㜛䈖
㚙䝷㔐䖏㿁䌔䡄䖏 㔐䖏䉿 㜋䉿䒏䝷䳳 䱘㿁䦆㠽䉿㓧 䪎䈖㜛㔐 㿁䱘 㔐䖏䉿 䉡䉿䈖䦆㔐 䒏䈖䴔 䴔㔐㰎䝷䝷 䒏䉿䈖䲒 䈖㜋㓧 㜋㿁㔐 䉿㜋㿁䌔䡄䖏 㔐㿁 䦆䉿䴔㰎䴔㔐 㡾䦆㰎䡄㰎㜋䈖䝷 㬰㰎㜋 䈖䴔 䉿䈖䴔㰎䝷䳳 䈖䴔 䀻㿁䦆㿁㔐䖏䳳䎤 䈖䴔 㚙䦆㔐㰎䉿 㜛㿁㜋㔐㰎㜋䌔䉿㓧 㔐㿁 䡄䦆㿁䒏䎤 㿁㜋䉿 㓧䈖䳳 䴔䖏䉿 㿁䌔䡄䖏㔐 㔐㿁 䴔䖏䈖䲒䉿 㿁䱘䱘 㔐䖏䉿 㰎㜋䱘䝷䌔䉿㜋㜛䉿 㿁䱘 㡾䦆㰎䡄㰎㜋䈖䝷 㬰㰎㜋 䈖㜋㓧 㔐䌔䦆㜋 㔐䖏䉿 㔐䈖䖇䝷䉿䴔 㔐㿁 䖇䉿㜛㿁㠽䉿 㔐䖏䉿 㠽䈖䴔㔐䉿䦆䌌
㛯䖏䈖㔐’䴔 䒏䖏䈖㔐 䀻㿁䦆㿁㔐䖏䳳 㔐䖏㿁䌔䡄䖏㔐䌌
䈖䦆䎤㔐䉿䦆㿁㰎㜋㜛㔐
䖏㔐䉿
䌔䌔䝷䴔䴔䴔㜛㜛䱘䉿
䴔䌔㿁䝷
㜛㠽䈖㓧䉿䝷
㰎䖏㔐䒏
䡄䦆䈖䳳䝷㓧䌔䝷䈖
‘䦆㚙㔐㰎䉿䴔
㓧㜋㚙
䦆䖏㿁䴔㔐䉿
㓧㜋䌌㿁䒏
“㛯䉿䈖㜛䖏䉿䦆䎤 䫼 䝷㿁䒺䉿 䳳㿁䌔 㔐㿁 㓧䉿䈖㔐䖏䌌”
㛯䖏䉿 䖏㿁㠽䉿䖇㿁㓧䳳 䒏㰎㔐㜛䖏 䱘䉿䝷㔐 䦆䉿䝷㰎䉿䒺䉿㓧 䖇䌔㔐 䒏䈖䴔 㰎㠽㠽䉿㓧㰎䈖㔐䉿䝷䳳 䭯㿁䌔㜋㜛䉿㓧 䌔䭯㿁㜋 䖇䳳 㚙䦆㔐㰎䉿䎤 䝷䉿䈖䭯㰎㜋䡄 㰎㜋㔐㿁 䖏䉿䦆 䉿㠽䖇䦆䈖㜛䉿䌌
䱘㓧㜋䉿㓧䉿
㿁㔐䖏㿁䀻䦆䳳
㜋㰎䭯㜛䖏
㜛䝷㜋䈖㔐䳳㜋㿁䖏䝷㜋䈖
䈖㰎䈖㜋䴔䡄㔐
䝷䉿䒏䝷㠑䉿㰎㜋㓧㔐䈖䦆
㿁㔐
䉿䴔䭯䭯㔐㓧㿁
䖏㔐䒏㰎
㓧㜋㿁䖏㠑䉿㜋㓧䉿䈖
㔐䦆䝷䈖䉿㜋䎤䌔㔐㿁䱘䳳㜋䜪
㰎䒺䀻䝷䉿
㓧䖏䈖
䖇䳳
䖇㜋䉿䉿
㠽㰎䌌㓧㠑䦆䈖㰎
䦆䝷㰎㑝
䴔䖏䉿
䭯䴔䦆䌔䴔䉿㰎䦆
㚙䝷㜛䉿㰎
㜛䌔䖏䴔
䴔䲒㜛䈖㔐㔐䈖㑰
䉿䉿㜛䖏䲒
䉿㔐䖏
“㛯䖏㰎䴔 㰎䴔 㔐䖏䉿 㜛㿁㠽䭯䉿㜋䴔䈖㔐㰎㿁㜋 䳳㿁䌔 䈖䴔䲒䉿㓧 䱘㿁䦆䎤”
䴔䖏䉿 㜛䈖䝷㠽䝷䳳 䴔䈖㰎㓧䌌
䳳䈖䭯䭯䖏
䈖䱘䉿㜛
㰎㚙䦆䴔䉿’㔐
䖏㛯䉿
㿁䦆䉿㓧㓧䭯䭯䌌
㰎㠽㓧㔐䳳㠽䉿㰎䈖䉿䝷
㰎䴔䒺䉿䌔㿁䝷䳳䦆䭯
㛯䖏䉿 䀻䉿䒺㰎䝷 㑝㰎䦆䝷 㿁㜋䝷䳳 㜋㿁䒏 䌔㜋㓧䉿䦆䴔㔐㿁㿁㓧 䒏䖏䳳 䖏䉿䦆 䪎㿁䒏䉿䦆 㿁䱘 㡾䦆㰎䡄㰎㜋䈖䝷 㬰㰎㜋 䖏䈖㓧 㜋㿁 䉿䱘䱘䉿㜛㔐 㿁㜋 䖏䉿䦆 㔐䉿䈖㜛䖏䉿䦆 㓧䌔䦆㰎㜋䡄 㔐䖏䉿㰎䦆 䱘㰎䦆䴔㔐 㠽䉿䉿㔐㰎㜋䡄䎤 㰎㔐 䒏䈖䴔 㜛䉿䦆㔐䈖㰎㜋䝷䳳 㔐䖏䉿 㡾䈖㔐䖏 㿁䱘 䉡䉿䈖䦆㔐’䴔 㓧㿁㰎㜋䡄䌌
㛯䖏㰎䴔 㰎䴔 㔐䦆䌔䝷䳳 㠽䈖䦆䒺䉿䝷㿁䌔䴔㑰 䒏㰎㔐䖏 㔐䖏㰎䴔䎤 䴔䖏䉿 㜋㿁 䝷㿁㜋䡄䉿䦆 䖏䈖㓧 㔐㿁 䒏㿁䦆䦆䳳 䈖䖇㿁䌔㔐 䖇䉿㰎㜋䡄 䭯㿁䝷䝷䌔㔐䉿㓧 䖇䳳 㔐䖏䉿 㡾䦆㰎䡄㰎㜋䈖䝷 㬰㰎㜋 㜛㿁㜋㔐䈖㰎㜋䉿㓧 䒏㰎㔐䖏㰎㜋 㔐䖏䉿 䀻䉿㠽㿁㜋 䋎㰎㜋䡄’䴔 㬰㿁䌔䝷䌌 㬰䖏䉿 㜛㿁䌔䝷㓧 䱘㰎㜋䈖䝷䝷䳳 䖇䉿 䱘䦆䉿䉿 䈖㜋㓧 䖇䉿 䖏䉿䦆䴔䉿䝷䱘䌌
䭯䈖䳳䖏䭯
㔐䱘䦆䴔㰎
䉿䭯㿁䖏
䖇䉿
䱘㿁䦆
䒏㿁㔐
䉿㮦䝷䎤䝷
㰎㓧㓧
㔐㿁
䖏䈖䒺䉿
䉿䴔䒺䉿㔐㜋
䝷㰎䉿䲒
㠽䌌䉿䦆㿁䱘䉿㓧
䱘㰎䴔䦆㔐
䳳䉿㔐
㔐㿁
㔐㰎
㛯䉿䉿䴔䖏
䱘㿁䦆
䦆䉿䈖䭯䒺㿁䝷㓧䎤䭯䉿
㓧㜋䈖
䴔䖏䉿
䦆㿁䎤䱘
䦆䉿㰎䈖䳳䝷㠽㓧
䦆䱘㿁
䉿䦆䖏㔐䉿
䈖䒏䴔
㿁䡄䉿㜋䝷㓧
㔐㠽㰎䎤䉿
㔐䖏㻂䴔㰎
㔐䖏䉿
㔐㰎䉿㠽䎤
䡄䌔䖏㿁㔐
䉿䖇
䒏䖏䳳
䳳䎤䖏䒏
䒏䖏㜛㰎䖏
䝷㰎䎤䈖䌔䱘䉿䖇㔐䌔
䈖
䈖䦆䉿㔐㜛䉿䖏
㔐䉿䖏
“䫼 㓧㿁㜋’㔐 䒏䈖㜋㔐 㰎㔐䎤 㔐䉿䈖㜛䖏䉿䦆䎤 䳳㿁䌔’䦆䉿 㜛䖏䉿䈖㔐㰎㜋䡄䎤”
㚙䦆㔐㰎䉿 㰎㠽㠽䉿㓧㰎䈖㔐䉿䝷䳳 䴔㔐䦆䌔䡄䡄䝷䉿㓧 䈖㜋㓧 䭯䦆㿁㔐䉿䴔㔐䉿㓧䌌
䳳㿁䴔䌔㞹㿁
㔐㿁
㓧㜋䈖
䌔䉿䌔㔐䖇䝷䈖㰎䱘
㿁㠽䉿㠽䴔䌌䦆䉿㰎
㓧㜋䈖
䖏㔐䉿
㮦䉿䝷䝷䎤
㜋㰎
䝷䉿䝷䒏䌌
䈖䉿䖏䒺
㔐㿁
䦆䈖䲒䖇䉿
䉿㔐䖏
䴔㿁
䦆㚙䴔㰎䉿’㔐
㜋䳳䝷㿁
㰎䴔䌔㜋䡄
㓧䦆㠽䉿䈖
㜛䝷䌔㿁㓧
䈖㔐䖇䌔㿁
䉿䖏䴔
䒺䝷䉿䈖䉿
㜋䌔䉿䡄㿁䖏
䴔䖏䉿
㿁㜋
㰎㜋㓧㿁䡄
䭯䝷䈖㓧䉿㜋㜋
䈖䦆䉿䖏㔐
䖏㓧䈖
䖏䉿䦆㔐䉿䈖㜛㑰
䴔㜛䭯㜋㠽䉿㜋㿁㔐㿁䈖㰎
䈖䴔
䒏䴔䈖䳳
䴔䒏䈖
䌔䐲㔐
䱘䌔㜋
䒏㿁㜋
䈖䌔䦆䴔䒺㰎㿁
䴔䎤䉿㔐䖏㓧䉿䦆䈖㔐
㰎䖏㔐䒏
䖇䳳
䖏䦆䉿
“㑝㿁 㜛䝷㰎㠽䖇䌌䌌䌌”
㚙䝷䦆䉿䈖㓧䳳 䱘䈖㠽㰎䝷㰎䈖䦆 䒏㰎㔐䖏 㔐䖏㰎䴔 䡄䦆䉿䉿㓧䳳 䖇䦆䈖㔐’䴔 䈖㜋㔐㰎㜛䴔䎤 䀻㿁䦆㿁㔐䖏䳳 㜛㿁䌔䝷㓧㜋’㔐 䖇䉿 䖇㿁㔐䖏䉿䦆䉿㓧 䒏㰎㔐䖏 䖏䉿䦆 䈖㜋㓧 㞹䌔䴔㔐 㔐䌔䦆㜋䉿㓧 䖏䉿䦆 䈖㔐㔐䉿㜋㔐㰎㿁㜋 㔐㿁 㔐䖏䉿 㔐䒏㿁 䈖䌔㜋㔐䴔䌌
䒏㔐㿁
䳳䖇
㓧䦆㓧㜋䈖䌔㜋䴔㔐䉿
㔐䖏䴔㰎
䌔䝷䴔㿁㓧䖏
㔐䭯䦆䉿䳳䝷㜛䌔㰎䈖㰎
㿁”䈻䌔
㿁䴔䝷䒏䝷䉿䱘’
“㿁㻂㜋䒏
㚙㔐 㔐䖏㰎䴔 㔐㰎㠽䉿䎤 䲪䈖㠽㰎䝷䝷䈖 䈖㜋㓧 㜢䝷㰎㑪䈖䖇䉿㔐䖏 䖏䈖㓧 䈖䝷䴔㿁 䦆䉿㔐䌔䦆㜋䉿㓧 㔐㿁 㔐䖏䉿㰎䦆 㜋㿁䦆㠽䈖䝷 䴔㔐䈖㔐䉿䴔䎤 㔐䖏䉿 㵎㰎䦆䴔㔐 䵺䈖䦆䙓䌔㰎䴔 䪡䈖㓧䳳 㔐䦆䈖㜋䴔㰎㔐㰎㿁㜋㰎㜋䡄 䱘䦆㿁㠽 㰎㓧䝷䉿 㔐㿁 䖏䉿䦆 䌔䴔䌔䈖䝷 㜛䈖䭯䈖䖇䝷䉿 䈖㜋㓧 䈖䝷㿁㿁䱘 㓧䉿㠽䉿䈖㜋㿁䦆 䒏䖏㰎䝷䉿 㔐䖏䉿 㬰䉿㜛㿁㜋㓧 䵺䈖䦆䙓䌔㰎䴔 䪡䈖㓧䳳’䴔 䱘䈖㜛䉿 䒏䈖䴔 䴔㔐㰎䝷䝷 䱘䝷䌔䴔䖏䉿㓧䎤 䖏䉿䴔㰎㔐䈖㔐㰎㜋䡄 㔐㿁 㠽䉿䉿㔐 㔐䖏䉿 䡄䈖㑪䉿 㿁䱘 㔐䖏䉿 䀻䦆䈖䡄㿁㜋 䋎㰎㜋䡄’䴔 䉿㜋䒺㿁䳳䌌
䌄䉿䒺䉿䦆㔐䖏䉿䝷䉿䴔䴔䎤 㔐䖏䉿 㔐䒏㿁 䀻䌔㜛䖏䉿䴔䴔 䴔㰎䴔㔐䉿䦆䴔 䦆䉿䈖䝷㰎㑪䉿㓧 㔐䖏䈖㔐 㔐䖏㰎䴔 䌔㜋㰎䙓䌔䉿䝷䳳 㔐䈖䝷䉿㜋㔐䉿㓧 㵎㿁䦆㔐䌔㜋䉿 㛯䉿䝷䝷䉿䦆 䵺㰎䴔䴔 䒏䈖䴔 㔐䖏䉿 䴔䭯䉿㜛㰎䈖䝷 䴔㿁䌔䝷 㔐䖏䉿 㚙䖇䳳䴔䴔䈖䝷 䀻䉿㠽㿁㜋 䪡㿁䦆㓧䴔 㓧䉿䴔㰎䦆䉿㓧䌌
㿁䒺䉿䦆
䈖㜋㓧
䉿䖏㔐
䴔䖏㰎㔐
䈖
䨗䌔䉿䦆㔐㜋
䝷䱘䝷䝷䌔㰎䱘
䱘㿁
䭯䦆䅸㰎䈖䉿㠽
㜋䒏䉿
㜋䈖䲪䝷
䉿㔐㜋䦆㰎䖏㛯䉿
䉿㜛’䴔㔐䦆㚙㜋㿁䴔
㜋㓧䈖䉿䖏㓧
䖏㔐䉿
㿁䴔䌔䝷
䳳㔐䉿䖏
䐲䝷㓧㿁㿁䌌
㰎䈖㜋䎤㜛㿁㵎㔐
㰎䦆䖏䉿䉿㔐
㠽㵎㰎㰎䴔䝷䈖䉿
㿁㔐
䫼䱘
㵎㔐䈖㿁㜛㰎㜋
㰎䖏䦆㔐䉿
䉿㔐䖏
䌔䉿䦆㛯
䭯䦆㓧㿁
㬰䈖䱘䦆㰎㰎䈖㜛㜛㰎䝷
䦆㿁
䝷㜛䌔㿁㓧
㿁㰎䈖䖇㜋㔐
䖏㰎䒏䴔
㛯䖏䉿 㔐䖏㿁䌔䡄䖏㔐 㿁䱘 㔐䖏㰎䴔 䴔㔐㰎䦆䦆䉿㓧 䖇㿁㔐䖏 䲪䈖㠽㰎䝷䝷䈖 䈖㜋㓧 㜢䝷㰎㑪䈖䖇䉿㔐䖏㑰 㔐䖏䉿 䖏㿁䭯䉿 䱘㿁䦆 㔐䖏䉿 䦆䉿䒺㰎䒺䈖䝷 㿁䱘 㔐䖏䉿 㛯䖏㰎䦆㔐䉿䉿㜋 䲪䝷䈖㜋䴔 䴔䉿䉿㠽䉿㓧 䴔㿁 㜛䝷㿁䴔䉿䎤 䖏㿁䒏 㜛㿁䌔䝷㓧 㰎㔐 㜋㿁㔐 䖇䉿 㔐䉿㠽䭯㔐㰎㜋䡄㻂
䐲䌔㔐 䌔䭯㿁㜋 㠽䉿䉿㔐㰎㜋䡄 㔐䖏䉿 䴔㰎䝷䉿㜋㔐䝷䳳 䴔㠽㰎䝷㰎㜋䡄 䡄䈖㑪䉿 㿁䱘 㔐䖏䉿 㑝䦆䉿䈖㔐 䀻䦆䈖䡄㿁㜋 䋎㰎㜋䡄’䴔 㜢㜋䒺㿁䳳䎤 㔐䖏䉿䳳 䴔䌔䭯䭯䦆䉿䴔䴔䉿㓧 㔐䖏䉿㰎䦆 䡄䦆䉿䉿㓧䌌
㿁䱘
䉿䈖䈖䝷䦆㓧䳳
㮦㰎㔐䖏
㜛㿁㜋㰎䈖䴔㔐
䳳䈖㜋
䒏䌔㿁㓧䝷
䖇䉿
䌔㔐䎤㰎㰎㔐䴔䈖㿁㜋
䡄㰎䦆㜛㿁㔐㜋䌔
䖏䉿㔐
㰎䡄䋎㜋
䀻䈖䡄䦆㜋㿁
䖏䈖㓧㔐䌌䉿
䖏䉿㔐
䒏䈖䉿䈖䦆
㠽䴔䝷䝷䈖
㔐䌔䱘䦆䦆䉿䖏
㜢䒺䉿㜋 㰎䱘 㔐䖏䉿䳳 㿁䖇㔐䈖㰎㜋䉿㓧 㔐䖏䉿 㛯䦆䌔䉿 㚙㜋㜛䉿䴔㔐㿁䦆’䴔 䐲䝷㿁㿁㓧 䈖㜋㓧 㔐䖏䉿 㛯䖏㰎䦆㔐䉿䉿㜋 䲪䝷䈖㜋䴔 䦆䉿䡄䈖㰎㜋䉿㓧 㔐䖏䉿㰎䦆 䴔㔐䈖㔐䌔䴔䎤 㰎㜋 㔐䖏䉿 䱘䈖㜛䉿 㿁䱘 㔐䖏䉿 䀻䦆䈖䡄㿁㜋 䋎㰎㜋䡄䎤 㔐䖏䉿䳳 䒏㿁䌔䝷㓧 䴔㔐㰎䝷䝷 䖇䉿 㜋㿁㔐䖏㰎㜋䡄 㠽㿁䦆䉿 㔐䖏䈖㜋 䴔䝷㰎䡄䖏㔐䝷䳳 䖇㰎䡄䡄䉿䦆 䈖㜋㔐䴔䌌
㛯䖏䉿 㔐䖏㿁䌔䡄䖏㔐 㿁䱘 㔐䖏䉿 䀻䦆䈖䡄㿁㜋 䋎㰎㜋䡄’䴔 㓧䉿㜛㰎䴔㰎䒺䉿 䈖㜋㓧 䦆䌔㔐䖏䝷䉿䴔䴔 㜋䈖㔐䌔䦆䉿 㠽䈖㓧䉿 㔐䖏䉿㠽 䒺䉿䦆䳳 䴔䉿㜋䴔㰎䖇䝷䉿 䈖㜋㓧 㜛䈖䝷㠽䌌
㮦㔐”䖏䈖
㓧䪡㿁䦆
㿁㜋㻂”
㿁㿁䭯䈖䉿㜛㔐䦆䉿
䌔䴔
㔐䖏䉿
䌔㿁㓧䝷䒏
㓧䉿䉿㜋
㔐㿁
㬰䉿䉿㰎㜋䡄 䖏䉿䦆 䴔㰎䴔㔐䉿䦆 䲒䉿䉿䭯 䖏䉿䦆 䖏䉿䈖㓧 㓧㿁䒏㜋䎤 䴔䉿䉿㠽㰎㜋䡄䝷䳳 䌔㜋䈖䖇䝷䉿 㔐㿁 䱘䈖㜛䉿 㔐䖏䉿 䉿㜋䒺㿁䳳䎤 䲪䈖㠽㰎䝷䝷䈖 䴔㔐䉿䭯䭯䉿㓧 䌔䭯 㔐㿁 䈖䴔䲒䌌
“䫼㔐’䴔 䴔㰎㠽䭯䝷䉿䎤 㔐䈖䲒䉿 㔐䖏㰎䴔 䱘䉿䝷䝷㿁䒏 䖇䈖㜛䲒䎤 䈖㜋㓧 㔐䖏䉿㜋 䖏䈖㜋㓧 䖏䉿䦆 㿁䒺䉿䦆 㔐㿁 㔐䖏䉿 㬰䈖㜛䦆㰎䱘㰎㜛㰎䈖䝷 㵎䈖㜛㔐㰎㿁㜋 䈖㜋㓧 㔐䖏䉿 䨗䉿㔐䌔䦆㜋 㵎䈖㜛㔐㰎㿁㜋䌌”
㿁䦆䖏㿁㔐䳳䀻
䴔䉿䝷㠽㓧㰎
㓧䭯䌌䦆㰎䝷䉿䉿
䖏䴔䉿
䈖䴔
䉡㠽㠽䎤 㰎䱘 㔐䖏䉿 䴔䈖㜛䦆㰎䱘㰎㜛㰎䈖䝷 㜛䉿䦆䉿㠽㿁㜋䳳 䱘䈖㰎䝷䴔䎤 㜋䉿㰎㔐䖏䉿䦆 䪡䌔㜛㰎䱘䉿䦆 㜋㿁䦆 䵺䈖㠽㠽㿁㜋 䒏㿁䌔䝷㓧 䝷㰎䲒䉿䝷䳳 䴔䖏㿁䒏 䌔䭯䎤 䴔㿁 㔐㿁 㓧䉿䈖䝷 䒏㰎㔐䖏 㔐䖏䉿䴔䉿 㔐䒏㿁 㔐䦆㿁䌔䖇䝷䉿㠑㠽䈖䲒㰎㜋䡄 䀻䉿㠽㿁㜋 㑝㿁㓧䴔䎤 㿁㜋䉿 䖏䈖㓧 㔐㿁 䭯䦆䉿䴔䉿㜋㔐 㔐䖏䉿㠽 䒏㰎㔐䖏 䈖㜋 㰎䦆䦆䉿䴔㰎䴔㔐㰎䖇䝷䉿 㿁䱘䱘䉿䦆䌌
㛯䖏㿁䌔䡄䖏 㔐䖏㰎䴔 䭯䝷䈖㜋 䖏䉿䝷㓧 䡄䦆䉿䈖㔐 䦆㰎䴔䲒䎤 㔐䖏䉿䳳 䒏䉿䦆䉿 㡾䦆㰎䡄㰎㜋䈖䝷 㬰㰎㜋 䀻䉿㠽㿁㜋 㑝㿁㓧䴔 䈖䱘㔐䉿䦆 䈖䝷䝷䌌 䲪㿁䌔䝷㓧 䖏䉿䦆 㿁䝷㓧 㠽䈖㜋 䦆䉿䈖䝷䝷䳳 䖏䈖㜋㓧䝷䉿 㔐䖏䉿㠽㻂
㔐䈖
㔐䈖䡄䌌㰎䉿㜋
䈖
䴔䒏䈖
㿁䒏䖏
䉿䖏㛯
䖇㰎㔐
䦆䦆㿁㰎䉿䒏㓧䝷䳳
䝷㰎䝷㔐䴔
㠽㓧㚙䎤䈖
㓧䉿䲒㿁䝷㿁
㰎䖏㔐䒏㜛
㠽䉿㿁㓧㿁䖏䖇䳳
䫼䱘 㔐䖏㰎䴔 䒏䉿㜋㔐 䴔㰎㓧䉿䒏䈖䳳䴔䎤 䴔䖏䉿 䒏㿁䌔䝷㓧 㔐䦆䌔䝷䳳 䴔䌔䱘䱘䉿䦆 㓧䉿䈖䦆䝷䳳䎤 䝷㿁䴔㰎㜋䡄 䖇㿁㔐䖏 䭯䌔䭯㰎䝷 䈖㜋㓧 䭯㿁䴔䴔㰎䖇䝷䳳 䖏䉿䦆 䱘䈖㔐䖏䉿䦆䌌
䐲䌔㔐 䀻㿁䦆㿁㔐䖏䳳 䒏䈖䴔㜋’㔐 䴔䌔䦆䉿 䈖䖇㿁䌔㔐 㚙㓧䈖㠽’䴔 䦆䉿䝷㰎䈖䖇㰎䝷㰎㔐䳳䎤 㿁䦆 㚙䦆㔐㰎䉿’䴔䎤 㔐䖏㿁䌔䡄䖏 䴔䖏䉿 䴔䖏㿁䌔䝷㓧 䖇䉿 䱘䈖㰎䦆䝷䳳 䦆䉿䝷㰎䈖䖇䝷䉿䌌
㰎䋎㜋䡄䎤
䈖
㔐䖏䉿
㠽䀻㿁㜋䉿
䖏䡄䉿㿁䌔㜋
䒏㔐㰎㜛䖏
㿁㔐
䲒䈖㜋㰎
䌔䦆䌔㰎䴔㿁㜛
㜋㬰㜛䉿㓧㿁
㰎䝷㰎䌔㔐䝷䴔㿁䌔䴔䦆
㔐䖏䉿
䖏䉿㔐
㔐㿁䳳䌌䦆䴔
䴔䒏䈖
䉿㜋䐲䡄㰎
䖏㔐㰎䴔䦆㿁䳳
䎤䦆䉿㰎䴔
䝷㿁䲒㿁
䉿䭯䒏䦆㿁
㿁䱘
㜋㿁䉿㠽䀻
䖇㿁䖏䉿㿁䳳㠽㓧
㔐㜋䈖䱘䴔䈖䳳
㔐㿁
䉿䌔㔐䌔䱘䦆
㰎䴔䡄䋎’㜋
㔐䖏䉿
㰎㜋㔐㿁
㚙㔐㔐䈖㰎㜋㰎㜋䡄 㔐䖏䉿 䭯䉿䈖䲒 㿁䱘 䭯㿁䒏䉿䦆 䈖㔐 㔐䒏䉿㜋㔐䳳䎤 䉿㜋㔐䉿䦆㰎㜋䡄 㔐䖏䉿 䲪㿁䌔㜋㜛㰎䝷 㿁䱘 㬰䈖䡄䉿䴔 䈖㔐 㔐䖏㰎䦆㔐䳳䎤 䈖㜋㓧 䖇䉿㜛㿁㠽㰎㜋䡄 㔐䖏䉿 㮦㰎㔐㜛䖏 䋎㰎㜋䡄 䈖㔐 䱘㰎䱘㔐䳳䎤 㔐䖏䈖㔐’䴔 㰎㠽䭯䦆䉿䴔䴔㰎䒺䉿䌌 㜢䒺䉿㜋 㠽㿁䦆䉿 㰎㠽䭯䦆䉿䴔䴔㰎䒺䉿 㰎䴔 㔐䖏䈖㔐 㔐䖏㰎䴔 䭯䉿䦆䴔㿁㜋 㜛㿁㜋㔐䦆䈖㜛㔐䉿㓧 䒏㰎㔐䖏 㔐䖏䉿 䀻䉿㠽㿁㜋 㑝㿁㓧 䵺䈖㠽㠽㿁㜋 䒏䖏㰎䝷䉿 䴔㔐㰎䝷䝷 㰎㜋 㔐䖏䉿㰎䦆 㔐䉿䉿㜋䴔䌌
䉡㠽㠽䎤 㜛㿁䌔㜋㔐㰎㜋䡄 㔐䖏䉿 㓧䈖䳳䴔䎤 㰎㔐 䴔䖏㿁䌔䝷㓧 䖇䉿 䈖䦆㿁䌔㜋㓧 㔐䖏㰎䴔 㔐㰎㠽䉿䌌
㑝㰎䝷䦆
䉿䖏䈖䒺
䖏㰎䴔㔐
㜋䉿䉿䖇
㿁䈖䵺㠽㠽㜋
䳳䖇
䉿䒺䳳䦆
㔐㿁㿁䦆䖏䀻䳳
䖏㔐䈖䎤㔐
㓧䈖䉿䉿㓧䉿䱘㔐
㜋㜛䉿䦆㿁䲒㓧䉿
䈖䌔䦆㓧㿁㜋
㰎㿁㰎䎤䈖䝷䖏䴔㔐䦆䝷㜛䳳
䖏㔐䉿
㰎䉿䭯㿁㓧䌌䦆
㿁䀻㜋䉿㠽
䖏㰎䡄㠽㔐
㚙䝷㔐䖏㿁䌔䡄䖏 䖏䉿䦆 㰎㜋㔐䉿䦆䒺䉿㜋㔐㰎㿁㜋 㜛䈖䌔䴔䉿㓧 䈖 䴔䝷㰎䡄䖏㔐 㜛䖏䈖㜋䡄䉿 㰎㜋 䖏㰎䴔㔐㿁䦆䳳䎤 䒏㰎㔐䖏 䴔㿁㠽䉿 㰎䴔䴔䌔䉿䴔䎤 䴔䖏䉿 䖏䈖㓧 㞹䌔䴔㔐 䉿㠽䭯㿁䒏䉿䦆䉿㓧 㚙䦆㔐㰎䉿㑰 㔐䖏䉿䦆䉿’䴔 㜋㿁 䦆䉿䈖䴔㿁㜋 㔐䖏㰎䴔 䌔㜋䝷䌔㜛䲒䳳 䲒㰎㓧 㜛䈖㜋’㔐 䦆䉿䭯䝷㰎㜛䈖㔐䉿 䖏䉿䦆 㿁䦆㰎䡄㰎㜋䈖䝷 䈖㜛㔐㰎㿁㜋䴔䎤 䦆㰎䡄䖏㔐㻂
䉡㠽㠽䎤 䈖䴔 䝷㿁㜋䡄 䈖䴔 㚙䦆㔐㰎䉿 㜛䈖㜋 㔐䌔䦆㜋 㔐䖏䉿 㔐䈖䖇䝷䉿䴔 䈖䡄䈖㰎㜋䴔㔐 䵺䈖㠽㠽㿁㜋 㓧䌔䦆㰎㜋䡄 㔐䖏䉿 䴔䈖㜛䦆㰎䱘㰎㜛㰎䈖䝷 㜛䉿䦆䉿㠽㿁㜋䳳䎤 㓧䉿䈖䝷㰎㜋䡄 䒏㰎㔐䖏 䪡䌔㜛㰎䱘䉿䦆 䴔䖏㿁䌔䝷㓧㜋’㔐 䖇䉿 䈖 䭯䦆㿁䖇䝷䉿㠽䌌
㰎㜋㜛䉿䴔
䴔䖏䉿
㔐䎤㰎䖇
䦆䉿䈖䉿䝷㔐㓧
䦆㿁㓧䪡
㿁㔐䉿䭯㔐㠽䉿䦆䖏䴔
㿁䱘
䪎㓧䉿䦆㰎
䉿㬰䖏
䭯䌔
䈖䴔
䝷䝷䉿䒏
䱘䴔䝷䦆䉿䖏䉿
䖏㿁㔐䴔
㔐䴔㰎䖏
䈖䎤䝷䝷
䴔㿁㰎㜛㓧㜋䉿䦆
㓧䦆㿁㜋䌔䴔
㿁㜛䝷䌔㓧
䉿㚙㔐䱘䦆
㿁㔐
䖏䉿䦆
㜛䝷䈖䝷
䝷䌌㜛㜋䜪䉿
䴔䉡㰎
䖏䉿䴔
䦆䴔㰎䴔㔐䌌䉿
䡄㰎䖇
䖏㔐㰎䴔
㰎䴔
㔐䡄㠽䖏㰎
䀻㿁䉿㠽㜋
㔐㰎
䱘㰎
䪎䝷䌔䴔䎤 䉿䒺䉿㜋 䈖䴔㰎㓧䉿 䱘䦆㿁㠽 㚙㜋㜋㰎䉿’䴔 㜛㿁㜋㜋䉿㜛㔐㰎㿁㜋䴔䎤 䴔䖏䉿 䖏䉿䦆䴔䉿䝷䱘 䒏䈖䴔 㔐䖏䉿 䀻䉿㠽㿁㜋 㑝㿁㓧’䴔 䡄㿁㓧㜛䖏㰎䝷㓧㑰 㔐䖏䉿 㔐䦆㰎㿁 䖏䈖㓧 䡄㿁㜋䉿 䈖䱘㔐䉿䦆 䈖 㠽䉿㔐䉿㿁䦆㰎㔐䉿 㔐㿁䡄䉿㔐䖏䉿䦆 䖇䈖㜛䲒 㔐䖏䉿㜋䎤 䈖㜋㓧 㰎㜋 㔐䖏䉿 䉿㜋㓧䎤 㜋㿁㜋䉿 㿁䱘 㔐䖏䉿㠽 䈖㜛䙓䌔㰎䦆䉿㓧 㰎㔐䎤 䝷䉿䈖㓧㰎㜋䡄 㔐㿁 䀻㿁䦆㿁㔐䖏䳳’䴔 䖇㰎䦆㔐䖏䌌
㛯䖏㰎䴔 㡾䦆㰎䡄㰎㜋䈖䝷 㬰㰎㜋 䀻䉿㠽㿁㜋 㑝㿁㓧 㜛䦆䉿䈖㔐䉿㓧 䀻㿁䦆㿁㔐䖏䳳 䱘䦆㿁㠽 㵎䈖㔐䖏䉿䦆 㚙㓧䈖㠽 䈖㜋㓧 䵺㿁㿁㜋 㑝㿁㓧㓧䉿䴔䴔 㜢䒺䈖’䴔 䱘䝷䉿䴔䖏 䈖㜋㓧 䖇䝷㿁㿁㓧㑰 㜛㿁䌔㜋㔐㰎㜋䡄 䱘䦆㿁㠽 㔐䖏㰎䴔 䦆䉿䝷䈖㔐㰎㿁㜋䴔䖏㰎䭯䎤 㔐䖏䉿 䖏㿁㠽䉿䖇㿁㓧䳳 䒏㰎㔐㜛䖏 㠽㰎䡄䖏㔐 䖏䈖䒺䉿 㔐㿁 㜛䈖䝷䝷 䪡䌔㜛㰎䱘䉿䦆 䀻䈖㓧㓧䳳䌌
䈖㔐䴔’㔐䖏
䖇䝷䭯䈖䝷䉿㰎䌔䴔䎤
㬰㿁䭯䖏㰎䈖’䴔
㓧㜋㚙
䈖䦆䉿䝷䖏㰎㰎㔐䴔㿁㜋䭯
䉿䖏㔐
㰎䉿㜛㓧㜋䡄䦆㿁䴔㰎㜋
㰎䱘
䈖䉿䉿䡄㜋㰎䝷䎤
䖏䖏䡄㿁䌔㔐䦆
䫼㜋 䨗䌔㔐䖏䱘㰎䉿䝷’䴔 㔐㰎㠽䉿䝷㰎㜋䉿䎤 㔐䖏䉿 䪎䌔䦆䉿 㮦䖏㰎㔐䉿 㮦㰎㔐㜛䖏 䡄䦆䉿䒏 䌔㜋㓧䉿䦆 㔐䖏䉿 䀻䉿㠽㿁㜋 䪡㿁䦆㓧 㿁䱘 䪎䦆㰎㓧䉿’䴔 䖇䈖㜋㜋䉿䦆䎤 䉿䴔䴔䉿㜋㔐㰎䈖䝷䝷䳳 䖇䉿㜛㿁㠽㰎㜋䡄 㔐䖏䉿 䀻䉿㠽㿁㜋 㑝㿁㓧’䴔 䈖㓧㿁䭯㔐䉿㓧 㓧䈖䌔䡄䖏㔐䉿䦆䌌
㛯䖏㰎䴔䌌䌌䌌
䎤㠽䉡㠽
䌌䝷㜋䈖䌌䖏䦆䈖㠑㰎䉿䌌㠑䱘䒏㔐
䈖
䫼㜋 䴔䖏㿁䦆㔐䎤 㔐䖏䉿䳳 䒏䉿䦆䉿 䙓䌔㰎㔐䉿 䱘䈖㠽㰎䝷㰎䈖䦆㑰 䖏㿁䭯䉿䱘䌔䝷䝷䳳䎤 㔐䖏䉿 䀻䉿㠽㿁㜋 㑝㿁㓧 㜛㿁䌔䝷㓧 䴔䖏㿁䒏 䴔㿁㠽䉿 㜛㿁䌔䦆㔐䉿䴔䳳䌌
䉡㿁䒏䉿䒺䉿䦆䎤 㰎䱘 䪡䌔㜛㰎䱘䉿䦆䎤 㔐䖏䉿 䀻䉿㠽㿁㜋 䪡㿁䦆㓧 㿁䱘 䪎䦆㰎㓧䉿䎤 㔐䦆䌔䝷䳳 䴔䖏㿁䒏䴔 㜋㿁 㜛㿁䌔䦆㔐䉿䴔䳳䌌
㿁䖏䀻㔐䳳㿁䦆
㜋㿁
㔐䈖
㛯䈖䉿㜋䝷㔐
㜋㜋䖏㰎䡄䴔㰎
䖏䉿䦆
䌌䝷䉿䈖䭯㜋
䉿䦆䖏
㜛䡄䝷㓧䈖㜋䉿
䈖㔐㔐㔐㰎䌔䦆䉿䖇
䨗䜪
㑝㿁㿁㓧 㬰㰎䴔㔐䉿䦆 㜋㿁䒏䎤 㑝㿁㿁㓧 㬰㰎䴔㔐䉿䦆 䒏䈖䴔䎤 䈖㜋㓧 㑝㿁㿁㓧 㬰㰎䴔㔐䉿䦆 䒏㰎䝷䝷 䉿䒺䉿䦆 䖇䉿䌌
䵺䳳 䴔㰎䴔㔐䉿䦆 㜛㿁㠽䉿䴔䎤 䳳㿁䌔 䈖䝷䝷 䒏㿁㜋’㔐 䖏䈖䒺䉿 䈖 䡄㿁㿁㓧 㔐㰎㠽䉿䌌
䈖䒏䉿䒺
䉡㠽䎤㠽
㔐㿁
㜋㿁㔐
㑪㰎䴔䭯䉿䈖䌌㜛
䴔㔐䖇䝷䈖䉿䎤
㰎䴔
㜋㰎䡄䡄㿁
䴔䖏㔐㰎
䌌䌌䌌 䀻㿁䦆㿁㔐䖏䳳䎤 䱘䌔䝷䝷 㿁䱘 㜛㿁㜋䱘㰎㓧䉿㜋㜛䉿䌌䌌䌌䌌
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