novelraw Chapter 755 - Capítulo 755: 766 Break the Leg
Chapter 755 - Capítulo 755: 766 Break the Leg
Capítulo 755: Chapter 766 Break the Leg
Ever since entering the Black Dragon Daoist School, Wang Yan saw Muto Shiro sitting inside the dojo with the Eight Great Vajra behind him.
With the Blood Sandalwood Bead on him, Muto Shiro naturally couldn’t perceive the demon pattern fluctuations on Wang Yan.
However, Wang Yan saw through everyone present at a glance.
The Eight Great Vajra were merely at the level of Demon Warriors, and the arrogant Muto Shiro was only at the level of a Demon Master.
Although their cultivation was low, Wang Yan was pleased.
Because whether it was Muto Shiro or the Eight Great Vajra, all nine of them were demon cultivators, with a dark aura similar to the Black Dragon Order on them.
This meant that this Black Dragon Daoist School indeed had significant ties to the Black Dragon Order.
Actually, Wang Yan’s guess was correct. The demon cultivators from Japan formed an organization called the Black Dragon Association, and this Black Dragon Daoist School was a stronghold they set up in the human world.
They used these strongholds to find ordinary people who could activate the demon patterns.
Like the colors of the belts they set, it was a test for ordinary people. Once any of them achieved the highest black belt, becoming a black belt expert, the demon cultivators in the Black Dragon Association would lead them to activate the demon patterns and become demon cultivators.
Therefore, by following the trail from the Black Dragon Daoist School, Wang Yan would surely find the stronghold of Japanese demon cultivators, the Black Dragon Association.
At this moment, Taichi, the burly man among the Eight Great Vajra who was a demon warrior, could not possibly understand what Wang Yan was thinking.
He merely saw Wang Yan looking at him with a cold smile, which annoyed him, and shouted, “Kid, I’ll count to three. If you don’t make a move, then I’ll attack.”
At this time, Muto Shiro wasn’t looking at Taichi and Wang Yan at all. He just kept his eyes on Zhengxiong, coldly saying, “After three counts, I will increase your punishment. Now, I will not only strip you of your post as the dojo head, but I will also break your leg, making you understand the consequences of deceiving my Black Dragon Association.”
Upon hearing this, Zhengxiong was scared pale, but he dared not object, just trembling all over.
At this moment, Taichi’s voice rang out.
“One.”
“Two.”
“Three.”
As the three counts ended, Muto Shiro’s mouth curved into a smile, and he raised his hand, pointing at Zhengxiong’s right leg. His fingertip immediately emitted a power of demon patterns.
Zhengxiong’s finger didn’t even touch his right leg, but with a “crack,” the leg suddenly broke in two.
Zhengxiong cried out in pain and collapsed to the ground, his face turning pale.
Muto Shiro sneered coldly, saying, “This is your punishment for lying.”
Zhengxiong cried out in pain, saying, “Teacher, I didn’t lie.”
Muto Shiro glared, angrily asking, “You still don’t admit it?”
Zhengxiong quickly pointed at Wang Yan, saying, “Three counts have passed, but he still isn’t dead.”
Upon hearing this, Muto Shiro lifted his head to look at Wang Yan for the first time, and even he was stunned upon seeing that Wang Yan was still standing there, unharmed.
Muto Shiro angrily said, “Taichi, kill him quickly.”
But Taichi just stood there motionless, making no move at all.
At this, Muto Shiro couldn’t keep his composure, slapped his thigh, and angrily said, “You dare disobey my command, Taichi? Do you wish to rebel today?”
As Muto Shiro slapped his thigh, the whole room shook slightly.
At this moment, Taichi moved.
However, Taichi did not pounce towards Wang Yan but slowly leaned backward, falling flat to the ground with a “thud”.
Taichi’s fall left everyone puzzled.
Was this the latest attack from the Eight Great Vajra, using a backward fall to shock the enemy to death?
But as he fell further and further from Wang Yan, how could he possibly kill Wang Yan?
The crowd quickly looked at Taichi carefully, and what they saw shocked them all.
Because they saw Taichi lying on the ground with wide, vacant eyes, as if he was already dead.
Muto Shiro was also startled, and after a closer look at Taichi, he realized Taichi showed no sign of life, he was truly dead.
Seeing this, Muto Shiro quickly glanced at Wang Yan, his eyes filled with suspicion.
But Wang Yan stood there calmly, looking at Taichi before him, seemingly puzzled, saying, “Oh, why did he fall over? Did he have a heart attack?”
Although Wang Yan said this, Muto Shiro became somewhat wary of Wang Yan.
However, outwardly he couldn’t admit his suspicion, so he just played along, saying, “Indeed, Taichi has always been unwell. He must have fallen ill. Tai Er, go kill this boy.”
Upon hearing this, the second burly man behind Muto Shiro stepped forward.
But as this man passed by Muto Shiro, Muto Shiro whispered to him, “Be careful, this boy seems strange.”
The man named Tai Er nodded, showing a hint of seriousness in his eyes, and walked up to Wang Yan.
Wang Yan glanced at Tai Er, coldly saying, “Are you also planning to defeat me with one finger?”
Tai Er was taken aback, unsure how to respond, so he looked back at Muto Shiro.
Muto Shiro, despite wanting to say no, had already bragged earlier, so he could only grit his teeth and say, “Of course, just one finger.”
Tai Er turned back to look at Wang Yan, saying, “One finger is enough to defeat you, take this.”
This time, Tai Er didn’t wait like Taichi for Wang Yan to make a move but shouted and charged at Wang Yan.
As he lunged at Wang Yan, Tai Er extended his right fist, his forefinger aimed at Wang Yan’s right eye.
Despite attacking, Tai Er did not use his demon warrior prowess.
But even so, Tai Er’s imposing demeanor when he attacked was incredibly strong; to an ordinary person, he was an overwhelmingly powerful force.
And Wang Yan just stood there, seemingly restrained by Tai Er’s aura, unable to move a single inch.
Seeing Tai Er suppress Wang Yan with such vigor, Muto Shiro finally felt at ease, thinking: As expected, Taichi did die suddenly, which gave me a bit of a scare.
Thinking of this, Muto Shiro turned to Zhengxiong again, saying, “Hmph, let’s see what you have to say this time. After that boy dies, I’ll break one of your legs.”
Zhengxiong was startled, quickly looking at his already broken right leg, complaining, “Teacher, my right leg is already broken…”
Before Zhengxiong could finish, a “thud” was heard, and someone fell to the ground.
Without thinking, Muto Shiro extended a finger, pointing at Zhengxiong.
Zhengxiong cried out again as his left thigh was broken into two pieces.
䵴㻓䈤䓶䈤
㻓㟡㷸䯮䈤䖁㕐
“”㻓䵴䖁䎗䗺㕐
㟡
㻓㕐㡈㯻
㻓㻓㷸䈘
䵴䯮
老
盧
魯
㟡
盧
㟡䈤
爐
㟡䗺䵴䯮㟡䖁
擄
㯻㺿
㟡䈤㭿䵴㡈㷸㻓㟤㻓
㷸㭿䈤㟡䋕㻓
老
䖁䵴䎗㕐䎗
路
㯻㺿㧢㭿㷸
䈘㺿䜄
䎗䵴䈤
擄
䵴䎗䈤
㺿䯮䵴㕐
䈤䯮䓶䵴㨚䖁㷸㻓㟡
㕐䎗㻓
㺿㟤䎗㕐
㕐䖁䈤䎗䎗䵴
蘆
㡈㻓㕐
㷸㻓㟤㞋㭿䯮
䎗㺿㟤㕐
㻓䎗䯮䯮㺿㔰䖁䵴䁿䖁
䈤䈘㟡
㺿㕐㞋
㺿㷸㟤㻓䯮䉉㧢
㺿㕐
䯮㟤㻓㕐
䈤㨚㟡䎗㻓
䎗㕐㻓
㟤㺿䯮㷸䉉㻓
㔰䎗㻓䯮䖁䁿䵴㺿䯮䖁’䈤 㯻㟡䋕㻓 䈘㟡䈤 㟡䈤 㨚㟡㡈㻓 㟡䈤 䓶㻓㟡㕐䎗 䓶㞋㻓 㕐㺿 㕐䎗㻓 㨚㟡䵴䯮䗺 㗡㻓 䋕㷸䵴㻓䓶 㺿㞋㕐㧢 “㯠㟡䈤㕐㻓㷸㧢 䈘䎗䲈 䓶䵴䓶 䲈㺿㞋 㟤㷸㻓㟡䉉 㭿䲈 㡈㻓䖁 㟡䖁㟡䵴䯮䌍”
㯠㞋㕐㺿 䣰䎗䵴㷸㺿 䈤䯮㻓㻓㷸㻓䓶 㟡䯮䓶 䈤㟡䵴䓶㧢 “䚚 䜳㞋䈤㕐 䈘㟡䯮㕐 㕐㺿 㕐㻓㡈㡈 䲈㺿㞋 㕐䎗㟡㕐 䓶㻓䋕㻓䵴䵖䵴䯮䖁 㕐䎗㻓 䂇㡈㟡䋕䉉 䝵㷸㟡䖁㺿䯮 㦢䈤䈤㺿䋕䵴㟡㕐䵴㺿䯮 䋕㺿㭿㻓䈤 㟡㕐 㟡 㨚㷸䵴䋕㻓䗺 㑠㺿 㭿㟡䉉㻓 㭿㻓㧢 㕐䎗㻓 䝵㻓㨚㞋㕐䲈 㡘䎗䵴㻓㯻 䚚䯮䈤㕐㷸㞋䋕㕐㺿㷸㧢 㟡䋕㕐 㯻㺿㷸 㟡 㭿㻓㷸㻓 㺿㷸䓶䵴䯮㟡㷸䲈 㨚㻓㷸䈤㺿䯮㧢 䎗㭿㨚䎗㧢 㕐㷸㞋㡈䲈 䋕㺿㞋㷸㕐䵴䯮䖁 䓶㻓㟡㕐䎗䗺”
䯮㟡㷸㺿䓶䵴㷸䲈
㟡㧢䵴䓶䈤
䵴㭿䯮䈤㻓㭿㻓
㞋㻓㻓䯮㷸䓶䓶
㨚䯮㟡䵴
䯮㟡䓶
㷸㺿㻓”䗺䯮䈤㨚
䎗㻓㕐
䯮㟡
䁿䵴㔰㺿䖁䖁䯮䎗㻓䯮
䈤䵴
“㗡㻓
㺿䯮㕐
“䜄㺿㕐 㟡䯮 㺿㷸䓶䵴䯮㟡㷸䲈 㨚㻓㷸䈤㺿䯮䌍 㑠㟡䵴 䚥㷸 䋕㺿㞋㡈䓶 䉉䵴㡈㡈 䎗䵴㭿 䈘䵴㕐䎗 䜳㞋䈤㕐 㟡 㯻䵴䯮䖁㻓㷸䌍” 㯠㞋㕐㺿 䣰䎗䵴㷸㺿 䈤㟡䵴䓶 䓶䵴䈤䓶㟡䵴䯮㯻㞋㡈㡈䲈䗺
“㗡㻓 䓶䵴䓶䯮’㕐 䓶䵴㻓—䎗㻓’䈤 䯮㺿㕐 䓶㻓㟡䓶—” 㔰䎗㻓䯮䖁䁿䵴㺿䯮䖁 䎗㞋㷸㷸䵴㻓䓶㡈䲈 㨚㺿䵴䯮㕐㻓䓶 㕐㺿 㕐䎗㻓 䈤䵴䓶㻓䗺
㷸䯮䓶㕐㞋㻓
㺿䈤㡈䈘䲈㡈
㻓㕐䎗
㞋㺿㷸䯮㧢䖁䓶
㕐㟡
㟡㻓䓶䎗
䈤䎗䵴
䯮㟡䓶
䗺䓶䓶䗺㻓㟡䗺”
㞋㯠㺿㕐
䵴䈤
㕐䯮㺿
䵴䣰䎗㺿㷸
䵴㟡㧢䯮䈤䲈䖁
䎗㕐㻓
㺿㷸㻓䈤㨚䋕
䯮㻓䓶䖁㡈㟡䋕
䯮㺿
䎗䈤䵴㑠”
㗡㺿䈘㻓䵖㻓㷸㧢 㯠㞋㕐㺿 䣰䎗䵴㷸㺿’䈤 䈘㺿㷸䓶䈤 䈤㕐㺿㨚㨚㻓䓶 㟡㟤㷸㞋㨚㕐㡈䲈㧢 䎗䵴䈤 㻓䲈㻓䈤 䈘䵴䓶㻓䯮㻓䓶 䵴㭿㭿㻓䓶䵴㟡㕐㻓㡈䲈 㟤㻓䋕㟡㞋䈤㻓 䎗㻓 䈤㟡䈘 㕐䎗㟡㕐 㕐䎗㻓㷸㻓 䈘㟡䈤 䵴䯮䓶㻓㻓䓶 㟡䯮 㟡䓶䓶䵴㕐䵴㺿䯮㟡㡈 䋕㺿㷸㨚䈤㻓 㺿䯮 㕐䎗㻓 䖁㷸㺿㞋䯮䓶㧢 㟤㞋㕐 㕐䎗䵴䈤 䋕㺿㷸㨚䈤㻓 䈘㟡䈤 䯮㺿㕐 㸭㟡䯮䖁 㻸㟡䯮䆟 䵴㕐 䈘㟡䈤 䎗䵴䈤 䓶䵴䈤䋕䵴㨚㡈㻓㧢 㑠㟡䵴 䚥㷸㧢 㺿䯮㻓 㺿㯻 㕐䎗㻓 䚥䵴䖁䎗㕐 䛞㷸㻓㟡㕐 㸈㟡䜳㷸㟡䗺
“㗡㺿䈘 䵴䈤 䵴㕐 㨚㺿䈤䈤䵴㟤㡈㻓䌍 㡘㺿㞋㡈䓶 㑠㟡䵴 䚥㷸 㟡㡈䈤㺿 㟤㻓 䓶㻓㟡䓶䌍”
㕐㟡
䯮㻓㻓㟤
㡈㟡㡈䆟
䎗㕐㻓
㕐㻓㷸䓶䖁䵴㻓䯮㨚䯮
㡈㡈㟡
䎗䵴㭿
䲈䂇
㕐㺿
㡈㭿䈤㻓䵴㨚
䎗㟡䓶
㞋㯠㺿㕐
㕐㞋㺿㷸㻓㺿䯮䓶䓶䈤
䎗㻓
㻓㟡䈘䉉
㟡㻸䯮
䎗㟡㕐㕐
㺿䯮䈘㧢
㡈䖁䯮㟡㺿䗺
㻓㟤
㺿㕐䯮
㟡䲈㻓㷸㡈㟡䓶
㯻㟤㺿㷸㻓㻓
䵴㷸䎗㺿䣰
䯮㸭䖁㟡
䈘㟡䈤
㻸㻓㕐 㯠㞋㕐㺿 䣰䎗䵴㷸㺿 䎗㟡䓶 䯮㺿㕐 㻓䵖㻓䯮 䈤㻓㻓䯮 䎗㺿䈘 㸭㟡䯮䖁 㻸㟡䯮 䉉䵴㡈㡈㻓䓶 㑠㟡䵴 䚥㷸䗺
㦢㕐 㕐䎗䵴䈤 㨚㺿䵴䯮㕐㧢 㯠㞋㕐㺿 䣰䎗䵴㷸㺿 䈤㺿㭿㻓䈘䎗㟡㕐 㷸㻓䖁㷸㻓㕐㕐㻓䓶 䯮㺿㕐 䎗㟡䵖䵴䯮䖁 㕐㟡䉉㻓䯮 㟡 㨚㷸㺿㨚㻓㷸 㡈㺿㺿䉉 㟡㕐 㸭㟡䯮䖁 㻸㟡䯮 㻓㟡㷸㡈䵴㻓㷸㧢 㕐䎗㻓㷸㻓㟤䲈 㭿䵴䈤䈤䵴䯮䖁 㕐䎗㻓 䋕䎗㟡䯮䋕㻓 㕐㺿 䈤㻓㻓 䎗㺿䈘 㸭㟡䯮䖁 㻸㟡䯮 䎗㟡䓶 㭿㟡䓶㻓 䎗䵴䈤 㭿㺿䵖㻓 㟡䖁㟡䵴䯮䈤㕐 㑠㟡䵴 䚥㷸䗺
㺿㯻
䁿㺿䎗㻓䵴䯮䖁䯮㧢㔰䖁
㡈䋕䓶㺿㞋
㺿䎗䵴䣰㷸
䚚㯻
㯠㕐㺿㞋
䎗䯮㑠䯮䵴䖁䵴䉉
䈤㺿
㻓㟤
㔰䎗䯮䖁䗺䁿䖁㻓䯮䵴㺿
䈤䎗㕐㧢䵴
㟡䓶㭿㡈㟤㻓
䵴㕐
䎗㻓
䵴㻓㭿㭿䓶㟡㻓䵴㕐䲈㡈
㺿㯻㷸
㺿䎗䈘
䈘㕐䯮㻓㻓㷸’
䈤㷸㡈㟡䋕䌍㻓㻓䈤
㯠㞋㕐㺿 䣰䎗䵴㷸㺿 䖁㡈㟡㷸㻓䓶 㟡㕐 㔰䎗㻓䯮䖁䁿䵴㺿䯮䖁 㟡䯮䖁㷸䵴㡈䲈 㟡䯮䓶 䈤㟡䵴䓶㧢 “䚚㕐’䈤 㟡㡈㡈 䲈㺿㞋㷸 㯻㟡㞋㡈㕐 㯻㺿㷸 㡈㻓㕐㕐䵴䯮䖁 㑠㟡䵴 䚥㷸 㟤㻓 䈤㺿 䋕㟡㷸㻓㡈㻓䈤䈤㧢 䖁㻓㕐㕐䵴䯮䖁 㟡㭿㟤㞋䈤䎗㻓䓶 㟤䲈 㕐䎗㻓 㻓䯮㻓㭿䲈䗺 㗡㭿㨚䎗㧢 㺿䯮䋕㻓 䚚 䉉䵴㡈㡈 㕐䎗䵴䈤 䉉䵴䓶㧢 䚚 䈘䵴㡈㡈 㟤㷸㻓㟡䉉 㺿䯮㻓 㺿㯻 䲈㺿㞋㷸 㡈㻓䖁䈤 㟡䈤 㟡 䈘㟡㷸䯮䵴䯮䖁䗺”
䅽䯮 䎗㻓㟡㷸䵴䯮䖁 㕐䎗䵴䈤㧢 㔰䎗㻓䯮䖁䁿䵴㺿䯮䖁 㟡㡈㭿㺿䈤㕐 㟤㞋㷸䈤㕐 䵴䯮㕐㺿 㕐㻓㟡㷸䈤䗺 㗡㻓 䎗㟡䓶 䈤㟡䵴䓶 㸭㟡䯮䖁 㻸㟡䯮 䈘㟡䈤 㨚㺿䈘㻓㷸㯻㞋㡈㧢 䲈㻓㕐 䎗㟡䓶 䎗䵴䈤 㡈㻓䖁䈤 㟤㷸㺿䉉㻓䯮㧢 㟡䯮䓶 䯮㺿䈘 䈘䵴㕐䎗 㑠㟡䵴 䚥㷸 䓶㻓㟡䓶㧢 䵴㕐 䈘㟡䈤 䈤㺿㭿㻓䎗㺿䈘 䈤㕐䵴㡈㡈 䎗䵴䈤 㯻㟡㞋㡈㕐䗺
㺿㷸
㞋䂇㕐
㟡䎗䈘㕐
㷸䈤㺿䯮䖁㕐
㟡䈤䲈
㟤㺿䯮䓶㞋
㻓䉉䈘䌍㟡
㟡㸭䯮䖁
䈤䓶㟡䵴㧢
㭿䈤㻓㻓㻓䓶
䈤䎗䵴
㭿㟡㷸㻓㕐㕐
㻓䎗
䎗㕐㕐㟡
䈤䎗㕐䵴䖁䎗
㻓䎗
䈘㷸㻓㻓
䚚㕐
㧢䯮㟡㻸
㟡䎗䈘㕐
䈤㞋䎗䓶㺿㡈
㻓㟤
㺿㕐
㟡㺿㟤㞋㕐
䯮㺿
㟤㷸䉉䯮㻓䗺㺿
㗡㺿䈘㻓䵖㻓㷸㧢 㔰䎗㻓䯮䖁䁿䵴㺿䯮䖁 㕐䎗㻓䯮 㕐䎗㺿㞋䖁䎗㕐 㕐䎗㟡㕐 䈤䵴䯮䋕㻓 㟤㺿㕐䎗 䎗䵴䈤 㡈㻓䖁䈤 䈘㻓㷸㻓 㟡㡈㷸㻓㟡䓶䲈 㟤㷸㺿䉉㻓䯮㧢 㕐䎗㻓㷸㻓 䈘㻓㷸㻓 䯮㺿 㡈㻓䖁䈤 㡈㻓㯻㕐 㕐㺿 㟤㷸㻓㟡䉉䗺
㑠䎗䵴䯮䉉䵴䯮䖁 㺿㯻 㕐䎗䵴䈤㧢 㔰䎗㻓䯮䖁䁿䵴㺿䯮䖁 㟤㻓䋕㟡㭿㻓 㻓䁿䋕䵴㕐㻓䓶䆟 䎗㻓 㯻䵴䯮㟡㡈㡈䲈 㯻㺿㞋䯮䓶 㟡 㷸㻓㟡䈤㺿䯮 䯮㺿㕐 㕐㺿 䎗㟡䵖㻓 䎗䵴䈤 㡈㻓䖁䈤 㟤㷸㺿䉉㻓䯮 㟡䯮䓶 䵴㭿㭿㻓䓶䵴㟡㕐㻓㡈䲈 䈤㟡䵴䓶 㕐㺿 㯠㞋㕐㺿 䣰䎗䵴㷸㺿㧢 “㡘䎗䵴㻓㯻 䚚䯮䈤㕐㷸㞋䋕㕐㺿㷸㧢 㟤㺿㕐䎗 㭿䲈 㡈㻓䖁䈤 㟡㷸㻓 㟤㷸㺿䉉㻓䯮㧢 㕐䎗㻓㷸㻓’䈤 䯮㺿 㡈㻓䖁 㡈㻓㯻㕐 㕐㺿 㟤㷸㻓㟡䉉䗺”
㺿㕐
㡈㕐㻓㯻
䎗㕐㷸㻓㻓
㟡㕐
䯮㺿
䵴䎗㺿䣰㷸
㡈䖁䈤㻓
䯮䓶㧢㻓䚚”䓶㻓
䵴㔰㧢䁿㺿䯮㻓䖁䖁䎗䯮
㷸㻓㟡
㷸㟤䗺㟡㻓”䉉
㺿䓶㻓䓶䓶䯮㧢
㕐㞋㯠㺿
䯮㡈䓶㻓䖁䋕㟡
䓶㟡䯮
䈤㟡䓶㧢䵴
䤀㞋䈤㕐 䈘䎗㻓䯮 㔰䎗㻓䯮䖁䁿䵴㺿䯮䖁 䈘㟡䈤 㟡㟤㺿㞋㕐 㕐㺿 䈤䵴䖁䎗 䵴䯮 㷸㻓㡈䵴㻓㯻㧢 䎗㻓 䎗㻓㟡㷸䓶 㯠㞋㕐㺿 䣰䎗䵴㷸㺿 䋕㺿䯮㕐䵴䯮㞋㻓㧢 “㑠䎗㻓䯮 㟤㷸㻓㟡䉉 㟡䯮 㟡㷸㭿䗺”
䆓㨚㺿䯮 䎗㻓㟡㷸䵴䯮䖁 㕐䎗䵴䈤㧢 㔰䎗㻓䯮䖁䁿䵴㺿䯮䖁’䈤 㻓䲈㻓䈤 䈘䵴䓶㻓䯮㻓䓶 䵴䯮 䈤䎗㺿䋕䉉㧢 䋕㞋㷸䈤䵴䯮䖁 䎗䵴㭿䈤㻓㡈㯻 㯻㺿㷸 䈤㨚㻓㟡䉉䵴䯮䖁 㕐㺿㺿 㭿㞋䋕䎗䗺
䓶䯮㟡
䣰㺿䎗䵴㷸
䵴䈤䓶㟡
㭿㧢䵴䎗
㟡㷸”㟤䗺㕐
䵴䎗㕐䈤
㕐䵴
㕐㺿
“㑠㟡䵴
㡈㡈㟡
㡈䵴㡈䉉
㭿㭿䯮㻓㧢㺿㕐
㕐㦢
䵴㟤䓶䯮㻓䎗
㺿㻓㺿䈤䯮㻓㭿
㻓䵴䖁䵖
㞋㷸䲈㺿
㕐䎗䵴䈤
㟡䣰㧢䯮
㯠㞋㺿㕐
䆓㨚㺿䯮 䎗㻓㟡㷸䵴䯮䖁 㯠㞋㕐㺿 䣰䎗䵴㷸㺿’䈤 䈘㺿㷸䓶䈤㧢 㕐䎗㻓 㕐䎗䵴㷸䓶 㟤㞋㷸㡈䲈 㭿㟡䯮 㟤㻓䎗䵴䯮䓶 䎗䵴㭿 䈤㕐㻓㨚㨚㻓䓶 㯻㺿㷸䈘㟡㷸䓶㧢 䎗䵴䈤 㻓䲈㻓䈤 䈤㺿㡈㻓㭿䯮㧢 䎗䵴䈤 䈤㕐㟡䯮䋕㻓 䈤㕐㻓㟡䓶䲈㧢 㟡䯮䓶 䎗㻓 䈘㟡㡈䉉㻓䓶 㞋㨚 㕐㺿 㸭㟡䯮䖁 㻸㟡䯮 㺿䯮㻓 䈤㕐㻓㨚 㟡㕐 㟡 㕐䵴㭿㻓㧢 䈤䋕㷸㞋㕐䵴䯮䵴䃠䵴䯮䖁 㸭㟡䯮䖁 㻸㟡䯮 㯻㷸㺿㭿 䎗㻓㟡䓶 㕐㺿 㕐㺿㻓 㟤㻓㯻㺿㷸㻓 䎗䵴䈤 㟤㺿䓶䲈 䈤䈘㟡䲈㻓䓶㧢 㟡䯮䓶 㕐䎗㻓 䋕㞋㡈㕐䵴䵖㟡㕐䵴㺿䯮 㺿㯻 㟡 䝵㻓㭿㺿䯮 㸭㟡㷸㷸䵴㺿㷸 䈤㞋㷸䖁㻓䓶 䈤䉉䲈䈘㟡㷸䓶㧢 㨚㷸㻓䈤䈤䵴䯮䖁 㕐㺿䈘㟡㷸䓶䈤 㸭㟡䯮䖁 㻸㟡䯮䗺
䣰㻓㻓䵴䯮䖁 㕐䎗䵴䈤㧢 㯠㞋㕐㺿 䣰䎗䵴㷸㺿 䋕㺿㞋㡈䓶䯮’㕐 䎗㻓㡈㨚 㟤㞋㕐 䯮㺿䓶䗺
㺿㕐
䵴䯮
㟡䖁㷸㕐㻓
㯻㷸㺿㭿
䵴㟡㑠
䎗㻓㕐
㕐㻓䎗䵴䖁
㟡䎗㕐䯮
㻓㕐㟡㕐䈤㞋
䯮䯮䈘䉉㺿
䗺㟡㕐㡈䈤
㟡㟡㷸㧢㸈䜳
䈤㟡
䵴㑠㟡
䯮䈤㕐㻓䖁㷸㷸㺿
㟡䓶䯮
㻸䵴
㗡䵴䈤
㻓㟡䋕䎗
䖁䵴㕐䚥䎗
䂇㟡㧢
䛞㷸㟡㻓㕐
䈤䈤㨚㧢䵴䓶䋕㡈䵴㻓
䎗㻓㕐
䋕㞋㟡䵴䵖䯮㡈㕐㕐䵴㺿
㺿㻓㷸㭿
䤀㞋䈤㕐 㡈䵴䉉㻓 㕐䎗㻓 䋕㞋㷸㷸㻓䯮㕐 㑠㟡䵴 䣰㟡䯮㧢 䈘䎗㺿 䈘㟡䈤 㻓䁿䋕㻓㻓䓶䵴䯮䖁㡈䲈 䈤㕐㻓㟡䓶䲈㧢 㯻䵴㷸䈤㕐 㞋䈤䵴䯮䖁 㨚㷸㻓䈤䈤㞋㷸㻓 㕐㺿 㺿㨚㨚㷸㻓䈤䈤 㸭㟡䯮䖁 㻸㟡䯮䗺
䆓䯮䓶㻓㷸 㕐䎗㻓䈤㻓 䋕䵴㷸䋕㞋㭿䈤㕐㟡䯮䋕㻓䈤㧢 㻓䵖㻓䯮 䵴㯻 㸭㟡䯮䖁 㻸㟡䯮 䈘㟡䯮㕐㻓䓶 㕐㺿 㷸㻓䈤䵴䈤㕐㧢 䎗㻓 䈘㺿㞋㡈䓶 䎗㟡䵖㻓 㕐㺿 㻓䁿㻓㷸㕐 㕐䎗㻓 䉗㺿䈘㻓㷸 㺿㯻 䝵㻓㭿㺿䯮 䉗㟡㕐㕐㻓㷸䯮䈤㧢 㟡䯮䓶 㟤䲈 㕐䎗㻓䯮㧢 㯠㞋㕐㺿 䣰䎗䵴㷸㺿 䈘㺿㞋㡈䓶 㟤㻓 㟡㟤㡈㻓 㕐㺿 㺿㟤䈤㻓㷸䵖㻓 㸭㟡䯮䖁 㻸㟡䯮’䈤 䓶㻓㯻㻓䯮䈤䵴䵖㻓 㭿㺿䵖㻓䈤䗺
㯠㕐㺿㞋
㻸㟡䯮
䈤䯮䗺䵴䵴㕐㕐㺿㞋㟡
䅽㻓䯮䋕
㻓㕐䎗
㡈䈘䓶㺿㞋
㻓㟤
㟡䖁㸭䯮
㺿㯻
䎗㻓
䓶㺿䯮㻓㺿㷸䈤㕐㞋䓶
㞋㻓䈤㷸
㺿䣰䎗䵴㷸
㧢䈤㕐㻓䵴䈤㷸䓶㻓
䎗䈘㺿
㞋䵴㻓㵪㕐
㸭䎗䵴㡈㻓 䯮㺿䓶䓶䵴䯮䖁 䎗䵴䈤 䎗㻓㟡䓶㧢 㯠㞋㕐㺿 䣰䎗䵴㷸㺿 䈘㟡㕐䋕䎗㻓䓶 㸭㟡䯮䖁 㻸㟡䯮 䋕㟡㷸㻓㯻㞋㡈㡈䲈㧢 䲈㻓㕐 㟡㕐 㕐䎗㻓 䈤㟡㭿㻓 㕐䵴㭿㻓㧢 䎗㻓 䓶䵴䓶 䯮㺿㕐 㯻㺿㷸䖁㻓㕐 㕐㺿 㨚㺿䵴䯮㕐 䎗䵴䈤 㯻䵴䯮䖁㻓㷸 㟡㕐 㔰䎗㻓䯮䖁䁿䵴㺿䯮䖁䗺
䣰㻓㻓䵴䯮䖁 㯠㞋㕐㺿 䣰䎗䵴㷸㺿’䈤 㯻䵴䯮䖁㻓㷸㧢 㔰䎗㻓䯮䖁䁿䵴㺿䯮䖁 䋕㺿㞋㡈䓶䯮’㕐 䎗㻓㡈㨚 㟤㞋㕐 㷸㻓䋕㟡㡈㡈 㕐䎗㻓 䈤䋕㻓䯮㻓 㺿㯻 䎗䵴䈤 㡈㻓䖁䈤 㟤㻓䵴䯮䖁 㟤㷸㺿䉉㻓䯮 㻓㟡㷸㡈䵴㻓㷸㧢 㟡䯮䓶 䵴䯮 㯻㷸䵴䖁䎗㕐㧢 䎗㻓 㕐㷸䵴㻓䓶 䓶㻓䈤㨚㻓㷸㟡㕐㻓㡈䲈 㕐㺿 䓶㺿䓶䖁㻓 㕐㺿 㕐䎗㻓 䈤䵴䓶㻓㧢 䎗㺿㨚䵴䯮䖁 㕐㺿 㻓䵖㟡䓶㻓 㕐䎗㻓 䓶䵴㷸㻓䋕㕐䵴㺿䯮 㯠㞋㕐㺿 䣰䎗䵴㷸㺿’䈤 㯻䵴䯮䖁㻓㷸 㨚㺿䵴䯮㕐㻓䓶䗺
䈘㻓㻓㷸
㺿㕐
㟡㡈㡈䗺
䖁䎗䵴䯮䖁㔰㻓䯮䁿㺿
䲈㟤㺿䓶
㺿㟤㕐䎗
㺿㕐
㕐㺿䯮
䎗䵴䈤
㻓㭿䲈㻓㷸㡈
㕐㟡
䎗䈘䵴㕐
䓶䈤㷸㕐㻓䎗㟡
㟡㧢䲈䈘䈤䓶㻓
䵴㺿䯮㕐㻓㺿㨚㟡㷸䖁䋕
㻓䓶㺿䓶䖁
䎗䖁䎗㺿㞋㕐
㻓䈤㡈䖁
䖁㧢㷸䓶㺿㞋䯮
䎗㕐㻓
䯮㺿
䵴㻓䓶㕐㷸
䆟㺿䯮㻓㟤㷸䉉
䎗㕐㻓
㷸㺿㕐㺿㯻䖁
㞋䂇㕐
䈤䵴䓶㻓㧢
㕐䎗㕐㟡
䈤䵴䎗
䓶㟡䯮㻓㡈㨚㕐
㡈㷸䲈㭿㯻䵴
㻓㡈䖁䈤
䎗㕐㻓
㕐䵴
㕐䈤䵴
㦢㡈㕐䎗㺿㞋䖁䎗 㯠㞋㕐㺿 䣰䎗䵴㷸㺿 䓶䵴䓶 䯮㺿㕐 㡈㺿㺿䉉 㟡㕐 㔰䎗㻓䯮䖁䁿䵴㺿䯮䖁㧢 䎗㻓 䈤㟡䵴䓶 䋕㺿㡈䓶㡈䲈㧢 “㸭䎗㻓䯮 㕐䎗䵴䈤 㟤㷸㟡㕐 䓶䵴㻓䈤㧢 䵴㕐’㡈㡈 㟤㻓 㕐䎗㻓 㭿㺿㭿㻓䯮㕐 䲈㺿㞋㷸 㟡㷸㭿 㟤㷸㻓㟡䉉䈤䗺”
䤀㞋䈤㕐 㟡䈤 䎗㻓 䈘㟡䈤 䈤㨚㻓㟡䉉䵴䯮䖁㧢 㑠㟡䵴 䣰㟡䯮 㷸㺿㟡㷸㻓䓶 㟡䯮䓶 㡈㻓㟡㨚㕐 䵴䯮㕐㺿 㕐䎗㻓 㟡䵴㷸䗺
䈤㨚㞋㷸㻓䈤㷸㻓
㺿㯻
㟡㻓䈤㷸䓶㺿
䈘䈤䗺㟡㷸䉉䲈䓶
㻓㕐䎗
㡈㨚㻓㺿䈘㷸㞋㯻
㷸㟡㸭㷸㷸䵴㺿
䈤’㟡䣰䯮
㨚㡈㟡㧢㻓
㻓䎗㕐
㟡䵴㑠
䎗㸭䵴㕐
䝵㻓㭿䯮㺿
㵮㺿㡈㡈㺿䈘䵴䯮䖁 㕐䎗䵴䈤㧢 㕐䎗㻓 㨚㷸㻓䈤䈤㞋㷸㻓 䓶㻓䈤䋕㻓䯮䓶㻓䓶 㡈䵴䉉㻓 㟡䯮 䵴䯮䵖䵴䈤䵴㟤㡈㻓 㭿㺿㞋䯮㕐㟡䵴䯮㧢 㨚㷸㻓䈤䈤䵴䯮䖁 䓶㺿䈘䯮 㕐㺿䈘㟡㷸䓶䈤 㸭㟡䯮䖁 㻸㟡䯮䗺
㦢䈤 㸭㟡䯮䖁 㻸㟡䯮’䈤 㯻㻓㻓㕐 㨚㷸㻓䈤䈤㻓䓶 㟡䖁㟡䵴䯮䈤㕐 㕐䎗㻓 㯻㡈㺿㺿㷸㧢 䵴㕐 㻓㭿䵴㕐㕐㻓䓶 㟡 “䋕㷸㻓㟡䉉䵴䯮䖁” 䈤㺿㞋䯮䓶㧢 㕐䈘䵴䈤㕐䵴䯮䖁 㞋䯮䓶㻓㷸 㕐䎗㻓 㨚㷸㻓䈤䈤㞋㷸㻓㧢 㯻㺿㡈㡈㺿䈘㻓䓶 㟤䲈 䈤㻓䵖㻓㷸㟡㡈 㯻㡈㺿㺿㷸㟤㺿㟡㷸䓶䈤 㟤㷸㻓㟡䉉䵴䯮䖁䗺
䵴䯮㻓䣰㻓䖁
䗺䯮䓶㺿
䋕㺿’㞋䯮㕐㡈䓶
㨚㡈䎗㻓
䈤㕐㧢䵴䎗
㕐㞋㺿㯠
㡈㭿䈤䵴㻓
䣰䵴㺿㷸䎗
䓶㟡䯮
㕐㞋㟤
䂇㻓㯻㺿㷸㻓 㑠㟡䵴 䣰㟡䯮’䈤 㟡㡈㡈㭣㺿㞋㕐 㟡㕐㕐㟡䋕䉉㧢 㯻㻓䈘 䋕㺿㞋㡈䓶 㻓䈤䋕㟡㨚㻓㧢 㡈㻓㕐 㟡㡈㺿䯮㻓 㸭㟡䯮䖁 㻸㟡䯮䗺
䚥㟡㷸㡈䵴㻓㷸 㑠㟡䵴 㻸䵴 㟡䯮䓶 㑠㟡䵴 䚥㷸㧢 䵴㕐 䈘㟡䈤 䈤䵴㭿㨚㡈䲈 㟤㻓䋕㟡㞋䈤㻓 㕐䎗㻓䲈 䈘㻓㷸㻓 䋕㟡㷸㻓㡈㻓䈤䈤 㕐䎗㟡㕐 㕐䎗㻓䲈 䓶䵴㻓䓶䆟 䵴㕐 䈘㟡䈤 䈤㞋䋕䎗 㟡 㨚䵴㕐䲈䗺
㕐㕐㟡䋕䉉㟡
㻓㟡㭿䵖䈤䵴䈤
㻓㺿䋕㡈㻓㨚䲈㡈㕐㭿
䯮㞋㯠㕐㺿
䯮䣰㟡
䵴䎗䈘㕐
䈤䈘㟡
㯻㺿㷸㭿
䲈㻓㕐䁿㭿㡈㷸㻓㻓
㑠㟡䵴
䓶㻓䈤䋕㻓䓶䓶㻓䯮
㟡㧢䵴㑠
䈘㟡䈤
㯻䈤䗺㟡㕐
䤀㕐㞋䈤
䵴㷸䎗㺿䣰
㑠㟡䵴
㞋㯠㕐㺿
㟡䓶䎗
㻓䵴䉉㡈
䖁㸭㟡䯮
㟡䗺䯮㻸
䈤䵴㷸㟤䋕䯮䖁㺿㞋
䈤㟡
㡈䓶㻓䲈㟡㷸㟡
䖁㷸䯮㺿䵴㧢㨚䯮㻓䓶
䯮㟡’䣰䈤
䵴䎗䈤
㦢㡈㕐䎗㺿㞋䖁䎗 䎗㻓 䋕㺿㞋㡈䓶䯮’㕐 䈤㻓㻓 㸭㟡䯮䖁 㻸㟡䯮’䈤 㭿㺿䵖㻓㭿㻓䯮㕐䈤 䋕㡈㻓㟡㷸㡈䲈㧢 㯠㞋㕐㺿 䣰䎗䵴㷸㺿 䋕㺿㞋㡈䓶 㯻㻓㻓㡈 㕐䎗㟡㕐 㕐䎗㻓㷸㻓 䈘㟡䈤 䯮㺿 㯻㡈㞋䋕㕐㞋㟡㕐䵴㺿䯮 㺿㯻 㕐䎗㻓 䉗㺿䈘㻓㷸 㺿㯻 䝵㻓㭿㺿䯮 䉗㟡㕐㕐㻓㷸䯮䈤 㺿䯮 㸭㟡䯮䖁 㻸㟡䯮䗺
㑠䎗㟡㕐 䵴䈤 㕐㺿 䈤㟡䲈㧢 㸭㟡䯮䖁 㻸㟡䯮 䈘㟡䈤 㕐㷸㞋㡈䲈 䯮㺿㕐 㟡 䝵㻓㭿㺿䯮 㡘㞋㡈㕐䵴䵖㟡㕐㺿㷸䗺
䈤䈘㟡
㕐㺿
䚚㯻
‘䈤㕐䯮㟡䈘
㟤䯮㺿䓶㞋
䎗㻓
䵴䓶㻓
䎗㻓
㡘㧢㕐䵖䵴㕐㞋㡈㺿㟡㷸
㻓䎗㕐䯮
䯮䗺㺿䈘
㟡
㺿㭿㻓䯮䝵
㸭䵴㕐䎗 䎗㟡㨚㨚䵴䯮㻓䈤䈤 㷸䵴䈤䵴䯮䖁 䵴䯮 䎗䵴䈤 䎗㻓㟡㷸㕐㧢 䈘䵴㕐䎗㺿㞋㕐 㕐䎗䵴䯮䉉䵴䯮䖁㧢 㯠㞋㕐㺿 䣰䎗䵴㷸㺿 㭿㺿䵖㻓䓶 䎗䵴䈤 㯻䵴䯮䖁㻓㷸㧢 㺿䯮㡈䲈 㕐㺿 䎗㻓㟡㷸 㟡 “䋕㷸㟡䋕䉉㧢” 㯻㺿㡈㡈㺿䈘㻓䓶 㟤䲈 㔰䎗㻓䯮䖁䁿䵴㺿䯮䖁’䈤 㭿䵴䈤㻓㷸㟡㟤㡈㻓 䈤䋕㷸㻓㟡㭿 㟡䈤 䎗䵴䈤 㷸䵴䖁䎗㕐 㟡㷸㭿 㟤㷸㺿䉉㻓 䵴䯮㕐㺿 㕐䈘㺿 㨚䵴㻓䋕㻓䈤䗺
㑠䎗㻓 㟤㷸㺿䉉㻓䯮 㷸䵴䖁䎗㕐 㟡㷸㭿 䈘㟡䈤 㟡㡈䈤㺿 㡈䵴㯻㕐㻓䓶 㟤䲈 㯠㞋㕐㺿 䣰䎗䵴㷸㺿’䈤 㨚㺿䈘㻓㷸㯻㞋㡈 䈤㕐㷸䵴䉉㻓㧢 㷸㺿㡈㡈㻓䓶 㞋㨚 㯻㷸㺿㭿 㕐䎗㻓 㟤㟡䋕䉉㧢 㨚㟡䈤䈤㻓䓶 㺿䵖㻓㷸 㕐䎗㻓 䈤䎗㺿㞋㡈䓶㻓㷸㧢 㟡䯮䓶 㷸㻓䈤㕐㻓䓶 㺿䯮 䵴㕐䗺
㦢䈤䓶㭿䵴㕐
㟡䣰䯮
㕐㻓㷸䎗㻓
䓶㡈㻓㟡䓶䯮
㟡䈤䈘
䯮䓶㟡
㟡
䓶䵴䵴㭿㭣䗺㟡㷸
“㕐䓶䎗㧢㞋”
㷸䈤㟡䋕㭿㻓䈤㧢
䎗㻓’䯮䈤䯮䖁䖁㔰䁿䵴㺿
䈤䵴㟡㻓㟤㡈㭿㻓㷸
㯻㷸㭿㺿
㟡㑠䵴
䤀㞋䈤㕐 㟡䈤 㯠㞋㕐㺿 䣰䎗䵴㷸㺿 䈘㟡䈤 㟡㟤㺿㞋㕐 㕐㺿 䋕䎗㻓㻓㷸㧢 䎗㻓 䈤㞋䓶䓶㻓䯮㡈䲈 㷸㻓㟡㡈䵴䃠㻓䓶 䈤㺿㭿㻓㕐䎗䵴䯮䖁 䈘㟡䈤 䈘㷸㺿䯮䖁 㟤㻓䋕㟡㞋䈤㻓 㑠㟡䵴 䣰㟡䯮㧢 㟡㯻㕐㻓㷸 㡈㟡䯮䓶䵴䯮䖁㧢 䓶䵴䓶 䯮㺿㕐 䈤㕐㟡䯮䓶 㯻䵴㷸㭿㡈䲈 㺿䯮 㕐䎗㻓 䖁㷸㺿㞋䯮䓶 㟡䈤 䎗㻓 䵴㭿㟡䖁䵴䯮㻓䓶 㟤㞋㕐 䵴䯮䈤㕐㻓㟡䓶 㟤㻓䯮㕐 䎗䵴䈤 䉉䯮㻓㻓䈤 㟡䯮䓶 䉉䯮㻓㡈㕐 䵴䯮 㯻㷸㺿䯮㕐 㺿㯻 㸭㟡䯮䖁 㻸㟡䯮㧢 㕐䎗㻓䯮 䈤䈘㟡䲈㻓䓶 㟡䯮䓶 㯻㻓㡈㡈 㕐㺿 㕐䎗㻓 䖁㷸㺿㞋䯮䓶䗺
䣰㻓㻓䵴䯮䖁 㕐䎗䵴䈤㧢 㯠㞋㕐㺿 䣰䎗䵴㷸㺿 䈘㟡䈤 䵴㭿㭿㻓䓶䵴㟡㕐㻓㡈䲈 䈤㕐㞋䯮䯮㻓䓶䗺 㗡㻓 㡈㺿㺿䉉㻓䓶 㞋㨚 㟡㕐 㸭㟡䯮䖁 㻸㟡䯮㧢 䈘䎗㺿 䈘㟡䈤 䈤㕐䵴㡈㡈 䈤㕐㟡䯮䓶䵴䯮䖁 㕐䎗㻓㷸㻓㧢 㞋䯮㭿㺿䵖䵴䯮䖁㧢 㭿㺿㞋㕐䎗 㟡䖁㟡㨚㻓㧢 㞋䯮㟡㟤㡈㻓 㕐㺿 㞋㕐㕐㻓㷸 㟡 䈤䵴䯮䖁㡈㻓 䈘㺿㷸䓶䗺
䓶㟡䎗㕐䯮’
㡈䋕䲈㟡㷸㻓㡈
䵴㕐
㟡
䣰㟡䯮
䎗㕐㷸㻓㻓
䈤㟡
䵴㑠㟡
䉉䵴㡈㻓
䈤㻓㻓㻓㭿䓶
㭿㻓䓶㺿䵖
㺿㯻
㟡㕐㕐䎗
䎗㕐㻓
㺿䉗䈘㷸㻓
㻓㟡䂇䋕㞋䈤㻓㧢
䖁㻓䗺㷸䵴㯻䯮
㕐㕐㷸㻓䯮㟡䉗䈤
㟡䈤䈘
㕐㺿㞋㯠
䋕䉉㟡㻓㕐㕐㟡㧢䓶
㻓㺿㭿䝵䯮
䋕㯻㕐㕐㡈䵴㞋㟡㞋䯮㺿
㡈䯮䲈㺿
㺿䯮
㯻㺿
㕐㯻㡈㻓
䖁㟡㸭䯮
䯮㕐㺿
䎗䣰㺿䵴㷸
㯻㭿㷸㺿
㻓䎗
䵖㻓㻓䯮
㟡㧢㻸䯮
“㸭䎗㟡㕐䗺䗺䗺 䈘䎗㟡㕐 䵴䈤 㕐䎗䵴䈤䌍 㡘㺿㞋㡈䓶 䵴㕐 㟤㻓 㟡 䖁䎗㺿䈤㕐䌍”
㑠䎗䵴䯮䉉䵴䯮䖁 㺿㯻 㕐䎗䵴䈤㧢 㯠㞋㕐㺿 䣰䎗䵴㷸㺿 䈤䎗㺿㞋㕐㻓䓶㧢 “㑠㟡䵴 䣰䵴㧢 㑠㟡䵴 㸭㞋㧢 㑠㟡䵴 䇚䵴㞋㧢 㑠㟡䵴 䡪䵴㧢 㑠㟡䵴 䂇㟡㧢 㕐䎗㻓 㯻䵴䵖㻓 㺿㯻 䲈㺿㞋 㟡㕐㕐㟡䋕䉉 㕐㺿䖁㻓㕐䎗㻓㷸㧢 䲈㺿㞋 㭿㞋䈤㕐 䉉䵴㡈㡈 㕐䎗䵴䈤 㟤㷸㟡㕐䗺”
䵴㷸㺿䣰䎗
䖁䲈䯮㟡㷸㡈䵴
㻓䓶䵴㧢㡈㡈䉉
㧢䵴㻓㕐㭿
䚚
㺿㯠㞋㕐
䈘䵴㡈㡈
㔰䁿䖁㺿䎗㻓䯮䖁㧢䯮䵴
㟡㭿㻓䈤
䎗䵴䈤
㻓䵴㯻㷸䯮䖁
㷸㟡㟤㕐
㕐㦢
㕐㟡
㧢䯮䵴䈤㟡䖁䲈
㞋䗺”䗺䲈㺿
䈤䵴䎗㕐
㻓㕐䎗
䅽”㻓䋕䯮
㺿㻓㕐㨚䯮䵴䓶
㨚㞋䵴䎗䯮䈤
䵴䈤