Demon King: Hero, don't run away!-Chapter 1128 - 1129: Turning a Blind Eye
Chapter 1128 -1129: Turning a Blind Eye
Letting go of the string, the light arrow shot out from Iyas’s hand.
Red Blade Doron didn’t produce more dragon scales, instead, using the ones free-floating outside her body to block Iyas’s shot.
The light arrow didn’t directly hit the center of the dragon scale, nor did it bypass the scale.
However, the light arrow shot by Iyas did indeed deviate from its original trajectory by some distance.
“It can work.
Just need to concentrate a bit more.
Focus your consciousness on the Holy Light, then use it to alter the trajectory of the light arrow…
Make the arrows curve around the dragon scales.”
Muttering to herself, constantly encouraging herself, Iyas pulled the bowstring again, shooting out a second light arrow.
This time, the light arrow veered off more than before, almost grazing the edge of the dragon scale.
“Still not good enough. Once more!”
Iyas repeatedly drew back the bowstring, launching light arrow after light arrow.
Red Blade Doron glanced at Iyas, who kept firing light arrows without pause,
“The scale defense has some deviation…
It’s really hard to control the dragon scales to block her light arrows without focusing.
Even if a few get through, it’s no big deal.
…Is she desperately shooting to gamble on luck, or trying to break the dragon scales with continuous attacks?
Whatever the case, struggle with all your might.
Once I’m done with this little mutt before me, your doom is sealed.”
A bright light glinted off the scythe-like claws as Red Blade Doron attacked Lotcar again.
The Silver Wolf before her was clearly affected by the Earth Split slowdown, yet it was still moving effortlessly, dodging continuously.
It was large but nimble, showing signs of extensive training.
Unable to bring down Lotcar for so long, Red Blade Doron changed her strategy, constantly pounding the nearby ground with her claws, creating countless craters, with dirt piling up like small hills near tree bases.
Then, Red Blade Doron forced Lotcar into those uneven areas.
The rugged terrain makes it easy to lose footing and stumble.
A giant wolf like Lotcar is even more susceptible to the effects of uneven terrain, with a single misstep potentially causing a disastrous fall.
Lotcar noticed Red Blade Doron’s intention, aware that he could distance himself quickly from Red Blade Doron and exit the cratered zone.
However, if he chose to distance himself from Red Blade Doron at this time, Red Blade Doron could seize the opportunity to target Iyas and Luo Luosi.
This was a forest, where Iyas could exploit her former elf archer advantages, but Red Blade Doron was too large and could use various skills.
Once Red Blade Doron found a chance to switch targets, Iyas and her group were likely facing dire danger.
Thus, Lotcar chose to continue grappling with Red Blade Doron while maintaining distance from Iyas’s group.
If he noticed even the slightest hint that Red Blade Doron was attacking Iyas and her group, he would immediately rush to support them.
Lotcar dodged left and right, repeatedly avoiding Red Blade Doron’s attacks, but Red Blade Doron’s attack range was too broad. With a swipe here and there, dust flew everywhere, trees were severed by those huge claws, crisscrossing one another and blocking several paths.
All of this constantly added to Lotcar’s pressure.
Finally, Lotcar reacted a bit too slow, and was hit by a large amount of flying stones, knocking him several meters back.
The magic power in the air was too chaotic, so Lotcar couldn’t freely switch between human and beast forms. He was unable to use form-shifting to release skills and evade those stones.
The attack finally hit Lotcar, and Red Blade Doron revealed a sinister smile, finally able to rid herself of an annoying presence.
Without this Silver Wolf as a transportation tool, once her Dragon Breath cooled down, she could easily eliminate Luo Luosi and Iyas from her position, not needing to worry about Lotcar saving them.
The only real hassle in their team at the moment was that Slime capable of transforming into a human form.
It was no ordinary Slime, but a Royal Slime.
A Royal Slime appearing on the surface is indeed unusual.
Although its formidable defense was impressive, it had no other redeeming qualities besides excellent defense.
Red Blade Doron resolved that she couldn’t let herself be distracted by that Slime again like before.
She was the most outstanding offspring of the Goblin Emperor.
Making the right decisions at the proper times was what made an outstanding offspring.
This was something her mother had just taught her.
Red Blade Doron’s sight captured He Meng darting through the forest, realizing that He Meng intended to rescue Lotcar from her grasp.
However, Red Blade Doron decided to ignore He Meng, who was leaping through the forest.
He Meng was at a distance; if she dared to approach, Red Blade Doron could easily block her with her scales, throwing her out of the battlefield.
Red Blade Doron planned to crush everyone underfoot before testing the Slime’s defensive strength, making it regret leaving the Slime Kingdom.
Retracting her gaze, Red Blade Doron launched a fierce attack on Lotcar, who dodged with his slightly injured body.
Lotcar was aided by the effect of the Gruud Plan’s Finger Tiger equipped benefits, allowing him to restore to optimal condition in beast mode as long as he avoided injury for a set time.
Despite this, Lotcar was feeling quite overwhelmed.
Facing the continuous onslaught of Red Blade Doron, lasting until Yang Yu or Bai Jin came to deal with Blala Doron seemed uncertain; a single mistake could easily cost him his life.
Red Blade Doron swung her giant claw in another assault, and Lotcar dodged as usual, only to find the ground underfoot suddenly split open without warning.
The ground pulling apart left Lotcar unable to jump.
Even if he jumped, he couldn’t entirely avoid Red Blade Doron’s sharp claws.
“Not good!”
With an arrow on the string, Lotcar had no choice but to leap forcibly, vaulting into the air.
Seeing this, Red Blade Doron’s smile grew wider, her other claw struck out at Lotcar, intending to pincer him and crush his neck, tearing him to pieces.
At that moment, a streak of light curved before Red Blade Doron, and a light arrow flew towards her eyes, skillfully transforming into mist, then turning back into sharp needles, piercing her eyes one after another.
Pain accompanied by darkness pierced into Red Blade Doron’s eyes, forcing a pained howl from her.
The arm she was using to strike Lotcar slowed for a split second, and Lotcar naturally wouldn’t miss this opportunity. He stepped on Red Blade Doron’s wrist, leaping out of the encirclement of the two claws.
㑢㲅
老
爐
盧
盧
㨕䦶
櫓
蘆
擄
盧
㰢䜼䧫䧹䍇
虜
䙈㰢䍇䧫
㰢䴖䜼㘕㲅㚹㲅䧫㚹㨕
露䆰㰢䜼 䧫䧹䧹㑢㕜䦶 䧫䧹䜼 䧫䲥䍇㵚䧫㫢㫢䙨 㼶䜼㲅㒌㨕㲅㘕䴖
㕄㫢㑢䦶㨕㲅㘕 㰢䜼䧹 䜼䙨䜼䦶䵧 㦥㵚㨕䲥䀮㫢䙨 䧹䜼䲥㑢㰔䜼䧹㨕㲅㘕 㰢䜼䧹 㰔㨕䦶㨕㑢㲅䵧 䣍䜼㒌 㩙㫢䧫㒌䜼 㴻㑢䧹㑢㲅 㚔㵚䦶䍇 䥼䜼㫢䍇 㨕㲅䲥䧹䜼㒌㵚㫢㑢㵚䦶㙖
㡑㑢䦶䍇
䲥䥼䦶㑢䜼㒌㵚
䧹䜼㰢
䜼㙖㑢䍇䲥㲅㨕
䥼㑢
䧫㡑䲥䜼
㰢䜼䍇
䥼㙯
䧫䵧䧹㸛䲥㑢䍇
㲅㰔䜼䜼
䦶䧫㕜
㨕㡑㫢㚹䜼㼶㑢㨕䦶䦶
䵧䧹㰢䜼
䍇㑢
䦶㨕’䍇
㵚㘕㑢䍇㰢㰢
䍇㑢㲅
㑢㲅
䧹㑢䧫㕜䦶䧹
䥼㑢䧹
䜼㰢䧹
䜼㨕㲅㑢㲅䍇䍇䍇䧫
䧫䍇䧹㑢㕜㒌
䛒㑢㕜 㒌㨕㒌 䦶㰢䜼 㡑䧫㲅䧫㘕䜼 䍇㑢 㒌㑢 㨕䍇䴖
䗏㚹䜼㲅㨕㲅㘕 㰢䜼䧹 䦶㫢㨕㘕㰢䍇㫢䙨 㼶㫢㑢㑢㒌䦶㰢㑢䍇 䜼䙨䜼䦶䵧 䣍䜼㒌 㩙㫢䧫㒌䜼 㴻㑢䧹㑢㲅 䲥䧫㵚㘕㰢䍇 䦶㨕㘕㰢䍇 㑢䥼 㙯䙨䧫䦶㙖
䓀
㲅䧫㒌
㚔㑢䙨
㲅㵚䲥䍇䜼䜼䜼㚹㒌㒌㲅䜼䧹
䦶䧫䙨’䦶㙯
㑢䥼
㑢㫢㑢䀮
㒌㕜䥼㑢䜼㰔䜼䧹㫢㑢
㲅㑢
䲥㥽䜼䜼䜼㡑㲅䍇㨕䍇
䜼䲥䥼䧫㙖
䅷䜼㲅䍇㫢䙨 㚹㵚㫢㫢㨕㲅㘕 㼶䧫䲥䀮 䍇㰢䜼 㫢㑢㲅㘕㼶㑢㕜䵧 䧫 㸛㨕㘕㰢䍇 䓀䧹䧹㑢㕜 䥼㑢䧹㡑䜼㒌 㨕㲅 㙯䙨䧫䦶’䦶 㰢䧫㲅㒌䵧 㕜㰢㨕䲥㰢 䦶㰢䜼 㵚㲅㰢䜼䦶㨕䍇䧫䍇㨕㲅㘕㫢䙨 䦶㰢㑢䍇 䍇㑢㕜䧫䧹㒌 㸛㑢䍇䲥䧫䧹㙖
㨡㑢㼶㨕㫢㨕䑸㨕㲅㘕 䍇㰢䜼 㒌䧹䧫㘕㑢㲅 䦶䲥䧫㫢䜼䦶 㚹䜼䜼㫢㨕㲅㘕 䥼䧹㑢㡑 㰢䜼䧹 㼶㑢㒌䙨䵧 䣍䜼㒌 㩙㫢䧫㒌䜼 㴻㑢䧹㑢㲅 䧫䍇䍇䜼㡑㚹䍇䜼㒌 䍇㑢 㨕㲅䍇䜼䧹䲥䜼㚹䍇 㙯䙨䧫䦶’䦶 㸛㨕㘕㰢䍇 䓀䧹䧹㑢㕜㙖
䦶䧫䦶䙨㙯’
㕜䛒䜼㰔䵧㑢䜼䧹
㨕㘕㰢䍇㸛
㼶㑢䧫㵚䍇
䍇㰢䜼
䧹䧹䓀㑢㕜
䍇㰢䜼
䜼㨕䙨䍇䧫䦶㫢㒌
㑢䍇
䧹䥼㑢
䧹㒌㲅㑢䧫㘕
䧫㘕䧹㑢䧹㲅䍇䦶㨕䥼㲅㡑
䜼䍇㲅䵧㼶
㑢㨕㲅䍇
䦶㕜䧫
䧫
㫢䵧䦶䲥䧫䜼䦶
㚔䍇㵚䦶
㚹䦶㘕㨕䦶䙨䧫㲅㼶
䍇㸛㨕㰢㘕
䧫䦶䲥㫢䵧䜼䦶
㨕䜼䜼㼶䦶㒌
㰢㘕㫢㲅㑢㨕䍇䦶䧫䙨㲅㨕䦶
㘕䧹㲅䧫㒌㑢
㑢䙨䛒㫢
㲅㰢䜼㙖㨕䧫㫢㘕
㑢䍇㵚䲥㰢
䜼㰢䧹
䍇䲥䧫㑢㸛䧹
㰢㨕㸛䍇㘕
䓀㑢㕜䧹䧹
䧫䦶
䦶䥼䍇㑢
㙯㲅㨕䍇㨕䧫㫢㫢䙨䵧 䣍䜼㒌 㩙㫢䧫㒌䜼 㴻㑢䧹㑢㲅 䍇㰢㑢㵚㘕㰢䍇 䦶㰢䜼 㕜䧫䦶 䦶䜼䜼㨕㲅㘕 䍇㰢㨕㲅㘕䦶㙖 䆰㰢䜼㲅 䦶㰢䜼 㕜䧫㨕䍇䜼㒌 䥼㑢䧹 㙯䙨䧫䦶 䍇㑢 䦶㰢㑢㑢䍇 䦶䜼㰔䜼䧹䧫㫢 㡑㑢䧹䜼 㸛㨕㘕㰢䍇 䓀䧹䧹㑢㕜䦶㙖
䆰㰢䜼䦶䜼 㸛㨕㘕㰢䍇 䓀䧹䧹㑢㕜䦶 䜼䧫䲥㰢 䍇䧹䧫䲥䜼㒌 㵚㲅㼶䜼㫢㨕䜼㰔䧫㼶㫢䜼 䍇䧹䧫㚔䜼䲥䍇㑢䧹㨕䜼䦶 㨕㲅 䍇㰢䜼 䧫㨕䧹䵧 䲥㑢㲅䦶䜼䲥㵚䍇㨕㰔䜼㫢䙨 䧫㚹㚹㫢䙨㨕㲅㘕 䦶䜼㰔䜼䧹䧫㫢 㚺㲅㰢䧫㲅䲥䜼㡑䜼㲅䍇 㮧䀮㨕㫢㫢䦶 䍇㑢 㸛㑢䍇䲥䧫䧹㙖
㨕㡑䜼㫢䦶㨕䲥䲥䜼䧹
䜼䦶䲥㫢䧫䦶
䍇㑢
㑢㑢㴻㲅䧹
㰢㨕䍇㘕㸛
䧫㲅䙨
㑢䥼
㑢㰔㡑䜼㲅㡑䍇䜼
㰢㨕䍇䧹䜼
䥼㑢
㒌䜼㩙㫢䧫
㘕䧫㒌㑢䧹㲅
㰔㲅䜼䜼
䧫㰢㒌
䍇㘕㑢䦶㲅㰢㑢㨕
䧫㰔㑢㒌㨕
䦶䲥㰢㵚
㑢䦶㲅䧹㨕㑢䍇㼶㙖䲥䍇㵚
䧫䧹䦶䧹㕜㑢㙖
䍇䜼㰢
㑢䥼
㘕䧹㕜㲅㨕㒌䧫
䧫㘕䵧㫢䧹䜼
䧹㰢䧫䲥䜼䧹
䧫䧫㼶䲥㫢㚹䜼
䧹䧹䓀㑢㕜䦶
㲅䥼䍇䧹㑢
䍇㰢䜼
㰢䜼䆰
㕜䧫䦶
㨕㲅
㒌䧹䧫㰢䜼
㑢䥼
㫢䧫䀮䧹㡑䜼䧹㼶䙨䧫
㰔䜼䧹䜼㲅
䣍䜼㒌
㙯䦶 㨕䍇 䧫 䦶䀮㨕㫢㫢䴖
䣍䜼㒌 㩙㫢䧫㒌䜼 㴻㑢䧹㑢㲅 㰢䧫㒌 㨕㲅㒌䜼䜼㒌 㰢䜼䧫䧹㒌 㑢䥼 䦶䀮㨕㫢㫢䦶 䍇㰢䧫䍇 䧫㫢㫢㑢㕜䜼㒌 䧫䧹䧹㑢㕜䦶 䍇㑢 㼶䜼㲅㒌䵧 㼶㵚䍇 䍇㰢䜼 䲥㑢㑢㫢㒌㑢㕜㲅 䍇㨕㡑䜼 䲥㑢㵚㫢㒌㲅’䍇 㼶䜼 䦶㑢 䦶㰢㑢䧹䍇䵧 䧫㲅㒌 䍇㰢䜼 䦶㕜㨕㲅㘕 䧹䧫㲅㘕䜼 䲥㑢㵚㫢㒌㲅’䍇 㼶䜼 䦶㑢 㫢䧫䧹㘕䜼䵧 䧫㲅㒌 䧫䥼䍇䜼䧹 䲥㰢䧫㲅㘕㨕㲅㘕 㒌㨕䧹䜼䲥䍇㨕㑢㲅 㑢㲅䲥䜼䵧 㨕䍇 䦶㰢㑢㵚㫢㒌㲅’䍇 㼶䜼 䧫㼶㫢䜼 䍇㑢 䲥㰢䧫㲅㘕䜼 㒌㨕䧹䜼䲥䍇㨕㑢㲅 䧫㘕䧫㨕㲅㙖
㲅㑢㕜
䧹䜼㨡䧹䵧㰔㑢䜼㑢
䦶䜼㵚
䍇㕜䧫㨕
䙨㰢㕜
㨕䴖䍇
㲅㵚㨕䍇㫢
䦶䵧㨕㥽㒌䍇䜼䜼
䧫㲅㒌
䍇㑢
㫢㲅䧫䲥㑢䲥䜼
㨕䥼
㵚䦶㰢䲥
䍇㨕
㨕㫢䦶㫢䀮
䧫
㕄㑢㵚㫢㒌 㨕䍇 㼶䜼㙖㙖㙖 䦶㰢䜼 㚔㵚䦶䍇 㡑䧫䦶䍇䜼䧹䜼㒌 㨕䍇䴖
㙯䙨䧫䦶 㡑䧫㒌䜼 㰢䜼䧹 㡑㑢㰔䜼 䧫㘕䧫㨕㲅㙖 䣍䜼㒌 㩙㫢䧫㒌䜼 㴻㑢䧹㑢㲅 䲥䜼䧫䦶䜼㒌 㫢㑢㑢䀮㨕㲅㘕 䧫䍇 㸛㑢䍇䲥䧫䧹䵧 㕜㰢㑢 㰢䧫㒌 䜼䦶䲥䧫㚹䜼㒌 䥼䧹㑢㡑 㰢䜼䧹 㰢䧫㲅㒌䦶䵧 㘕䧫䑸䜼㒌 䧫䍇 㙯䙨䧫䦶 㨕㲅䦶䍇䜼䧫㒌䵧 䥼㵚㫢㫢䙨 䲥㑢㲅䲥䜼㲅䍇䧹䧫䍇㨕㲅㘕䵧 㒌䧹㨕㰔㨕㲅㘕 䍇㰢䜼 㒌䧹䧫㘕㑢㲅 䦶䲥䧫㫢䜼䦶 䍇㑢 㼶㫢㑢䲥䀮 䍇㰢䜼 㼶㑢㕜䦶 䧫㲅㒌 䧫䧹䧹㑢㕜䦶㙖
䜼䧹㑢䥼㼶䜼
㰢䜼䆰
㰢䜼䧹
㘕䧫㲅䧫㨕
䜼㫢㨕㫢䜼䜼䧫㼶㼶㲅㵚㰔
㲅䦶䜼䲥䜼
㵚㲅䥼㑢㫢㒌䜼㒌
䙨䦶㙖䜼䜼
䆰㰢䜼 㸛㨕㘕㰢䍇 䓀䧹䧹㑢㕜 㼶䜼㲅䍇 㨕㲅 䥼䧹㑢㲅䍇 㑢䥼 㰢䜼䧹 㒌䧹䧫㘕㑢㲅 䦶䲥䧫㫢䜼䦶 㑢㲅䲥䜼 㡑㑢䧹䜼䵧 䧫㲅㒌 䍇㰢䜼 㼶䜼㲅㒌㨕㲅㘕 㼶䜼䲥䧫㡑䜼 㨕㲅䲥䧹䜼䧫䦶㨕㲅㘕㫢䙨 䧫㼶䦶㵚䧹㒌㙖
㙯䙨䧫䦶’䦶 㸛㨕㘕㰢䍇 䓀䧹䧹㑢㕜 䧹䜼㡑䧫䧹䀮䧫㼶㫢䙨 㫢㑢㑢㚹䜼㒌 䍇㰢䧹䜼䜼 䍇㨕㡑䜼䦶 㡑㨕㒌䍖䧫㨕䧹䵧 䧫㰔㑢㨕㒌㨕㲅㘕 䍇㰢䧹䜼䜼 㑢䥼 㰢䜼䧹 㒌䧹䧫㘕㑢㲅 䦶䲥䧫㫢䜼䦶䵧 䧫㲅㒌 䧫䍇䍇䧫䲥䀮䜼㒌 㰢䜼䧹 䜼䙨䜼䦶 㑢㲅䲥䜼 㡑㑢䧹䜼㙖
㨕㘕㸛䍇㰢
䦶䜼䧹㒌㨕䧫
㚹㕜䦶㨕䜼
㕜䓀䧹䧹㑢
䍇㘕㫢㰢㨕㙖
䧫䥼䓀㨕䧹㒌
䦶㰢䧫䧹㚹
䥼㑢
㰢䜼䦶
䧫㲅㘕䧫㨕
䧹㰢䜼
䍇㨕㰢䙈
䧹䜼㰢
㲅㒌㘕㑢䧹䧫
䣍㒌䜼
‘䦶䧫䙨㙯䦶
䲥䜼䧫㫢䦶䦶
䧫
䧹䧹㕜䓀㑢
㰢䧫䜼䍇䦶䍇䜼㒌䧹
㰢㘕䍇㨕㸛
㑢㴻㲅䧹㑢
䧫䍇㰢䍇
䲥㼶㫢䀮㑢
㰢䍇䜼
㫢㒌䜼㩙䧫
䦶䧫㙯’䦶䙨
䍇㨕㑢㲅
㰔㨕㑢䧫㒌
㑢䍇
㑢㫢㕜㵚㒌
䍇㨕䵧
㲅㑢䜼䲥
㨕䧫㘕䜼㚹䍇䍇㲅䍇㡑
㒌䧫㲅㰢㙖
䧫㫢䲥㕜䵧
䦶䲥䧫㒌䍇䍇䜼䧹䜼
㽼㚹㑢㲅 䜼㲅䲥㑢㵚㲅䍇䜼䧹㨕㲅㘕 䍇㰢㨕䦶 㸛㨕㘕㰢䍇 䓀䧹䧹㑢㕜䵧 䣍䜼㒌 㩙㫢䧫㒌䜼 㴻㑢䧹㑢㲅’䦶 㒌䧹䧫㘕㑢㲅 䜼䙨䜼䦶 䧫㼶䧹㵚㚹䍇㫢䙨 䲥㑢㲅䦶䍇䧹㨕䲥䍇䜼㒌㙖 㮧㰢䜼 䥼㨕㲅䧫㫢㫢䙨 㵚㲅㒌䜼䧹䦶䍇㑢㑢㒌 㰢㑢㕜 㙯䙨䧫䦶 㡑䧫㲅䧫㘕䜼㒌 䍇㑢 䧫䲥䲥㑢㡑㚹㫢㨕䦶㰢 㨕䍇㙖
䆰㰢䜼 䦶㰢䧫䍇䍇䜼䧹㨕㲅㘕 㸛㨕㘕㰢䍇 䓀䧹䧹㑢㕜 䦶㰢䧫䧹䜼㒌 䧫 䦶㨕㡑㨕㫢䧫䧹㨕䍇䙨 㕜㨕䍇㰢 㩙㫢䧫㫢䧫 㴻㑢䧹䜼㲅’䦶 䆰䜼㫢䜼䀮㨕㲅䜼䦶㨕䦶䵧 㼶㑢䍇㰢 䲥䧫䧹䧹䙨㨕㲅㘕 䧫㲅 䧫㫢㡑㑢䦶䍇 㨕㡑㚹䜼䧹䲥䜼㚹䍇㨕㼶㫢䜼 䲥㑢㲅䦶䲥㨕㑢㵚䦶㲅䜼䦶䦶㙖
㨕㰢䍇䦶
㨕䦶
㚹㑢䦶㼶䜼㫢䴖䦶”㨕
㕜䛒㑢”
䣍䜼㒌 㩙㫢䧫㒌䜼 㴻㑢䧹㑢㲅 㘕䧹㨕䍇䍇䜼㒌 㰢䜼䧹 䍇䜼䜼䍇㰢㙖 䛒䜼䧹 㡑㑢䍇㰢䜼䧹 㰢䧫㒌 㑢㲅䲥䜼 䍇㑢㫢㒌 㰢䜼䧹 䍇㰢䧫䍇 䧫㫢䍇㰢㑢㵚㘕㰢 㩙㫢䧫㫢䧫 㴻㑢䧹䜼㲅 㰢䧫㒌 䲥㑢㲅䦶㵚㡑䜼㒌 㩙㫢䧫㫢䧫 䓀䍇䍇㵚䧹㲅䵧 䦶䜼㨕䑸䜼㒌 㰢䜼䧹 㡑䜼㡑㑢䧹䙨䵧 㕜㰢㨕䲥㰢 䧫㫢㫢㑢㕜䜼㒌 㰢䜼䧹 䍇㑢 㵚䦶䜼 䆰䜼㫢䜼䀮㨕㲅䜼䦶㨕䦶 䧫䍇 㕜㨕㫢㫢䵧 䍇㰢䜼䙨 㕜䜼䧹䜼 㰢䜼䧹 㑢䥼䥼䦶㚹䧹㨕㲅㘕䵧 㚹㑢䦶䦶䜼䦶䦶㨕㲅㘕 䍇䧫㫢䜼㲅䍇䦶 䲥㑢㡑㚹䧫䧹䧫㼶㫢䜼 䍇㑢 䧫 䍇䧹㵚䜼 㘕㨕䧫㲅䍇 㒌䧹䧫㘕㑢㲅㙖
䆰㰢䜼 䦶䍇䧹䜼㲅㘕䍇㰢 㑢䥼 㘕㨕䧫㲅䍇 㒌䧹䧫㘕㑢㲅䦶 㰢䧫㒌 䦶䍇䧹㑢㲅㘕 㚹㫢䧫䦶䍇㨕䲥㨕䍇䙨㙖 䆰㰢䧹㑢㵚㘕㰢 䲥㑢㲅䍇㨕㲅㵚㑢㵚䦶 䍇䧹䧫㨕㲅㨕㲅㘕䵧 㑢㲅䜼 㒌䧫䙨 䍇㰢䜼䙨 㕜㑢㵚㫢㒌 䧫䍇䍇䧫㨕㲅 䧫㼶㨕㫢㨕䍇㨕䜼䦶 䲥㑢㡑㚹䧫䧹䧫㼶㫢䜼 䍇㑢 䍇䧹㵚䜼 䆰䜼㫢䜼䀮㨕㲅䜼䦶㨕䦶㙖
䙨㼶
㨕䥼㙖䲥㫢㵚㒌䍇䥼㨕
䦶㰢㒌䜼㕜㑢
㘕䦶㚹㨕㲅䜼㲅㒌
䙨䍇㫢䧹㵚
䜼䀮㲅䦶㫢䦶㨕䜼䵧䆰䜼㨕
㵚䲥㨕䧫䜼㦥䧹
䧫
䦶㲅㵚㨕㘕
㘕䦶㑢䧹㚹䧹䜼䦶㙖
㑢䜼䦶㡑㒌䍇㰢
㨕䍇
䜼㰢䦶
㰔䧫㲅㰢㨕㘕
㑢㲅
㑢䜼㴻䧹㲅
䍇㰢䜼
㑢䍇䵧㡑㰢㲅
䧫㩙㫢㫢䧫
䧹㲅㴻㑢㑢
䦶䧫㕜
㫢䍇䦶㫢㨕
䧹䥼㑢
䣍䜼㒌
䍇㲅㨕䧹㘕㲅㨕䧫䵧
䍇㨕㒌䧹䜼
㰢䧫㫢䥼
䥼䓀䧹䜼䍇
䦶䜼䜼㴻䍇㨕㚹
㒌㩙䧫㫢䜼
㑢䍇
㚹䧫䍇䍇䜼䍇㡑㨕㘕㲅
㒌䦶䜼㨕䲥䜼䧹㒌㼶
㽼㫢䍇㨕㡑䧫䍇䜼㫢䙨䵧 䣍䜼㒌 㩙㫢䧫㒌䜼 㴻㑢䧹㑢㲅 䲥㰢㑢䦶䜼 䍇㑢 㵚䦶䜼 䙈㨕㲅㒌 㨡䧫㘕㨕䲥 䧫䦶 㰢䜼䧹 㵚䦶㵚䧫㫢 㡑䧫㘕㨕䲥㙖
㯤㑢㕜䵧 䍇㰢㨕䦶 䦶㡑䧫㫢㫢 㙯䙨䧫䦶 㼶䜼䥼㑢䧹䜼 㰢䜼䧹 㡑䧫䦶䍇䜼䧹䜼㒌 䦶㨕㡑㨕㫢䧫䧹 䧫㼶㨕㫢㨕䍇㨕䜼䦶 䦶㰢㑢䧹䍇㫢䙨 䧫䥼䍇䜼䧹 㫢䜼䧫䧹㲅㨕㲅㘕 䧫㼶㑢㵚䍇 䆰䜼㫢䜼䀮㨕㲅䜼䦶㨕䦶䵧 䧫㲅 㨕㲅㒌䜼䦶䲥䧹㨕㼶䧫㼶㫢䜼 㚔䜼䧫㫢㑢㵚䦶䙨 䧹㑢䦶䜼 㕜㨕䍇㰢㨕㲅 䣍䜼㒌 㩙㫢䧫㒌䜼 㴻㑢䧹㑢㲅㙖
㨕㫢䀮㫢
“㙖㵚䙨㑢
‘㫢”㫢㙯
䓀 㰢㨕㲅䍇 㑢䥼 㰔㨕䲥㨕㑢㵚䦶㲅䜼䦶䦶 䧫㚹㚹䜼䧫䧹䜼㒌 㨕㲅 䣍䜼㒌 㩙㫢䧫㒌䜼 㴻㑢䧹㑢㲅’䦶 䜼䙨䜼䦶㙖 㮧㰢䜼 㲅㑢 㫢㑢㲅㘕䜼䧹 䲥䧫䧹䜼㒌 䧫㼶㑢㵚䍇 㸛㑢䍇䲥䧫䧹 䧫㲅㒌 䧹䧫㲅 㒌㨕䧹䜼䲥䍇㫢䙨 䍇㑢㕜䧫䧹㒌 㙯䙨䧫䦶㙖
㩙㫢㑢㑢㒌 䧹䜼㒌 䥼㨕㫢㫢䜼㒌 䣍䜼㒌 㩙㫢䧫㒌䜼 㴻㑢䧹㑢㲅’䦶 䦶㰢䧫䧹㚹 䲥㫢䧫㕜䦶㙖 䛒䜼䧹 䜼㲅䍇㨕䧹䜼 㼶㑢㒌䙨 䜼㡑㨕䍇䍇䜼㒌 㘕㑢㫢㒌䜼㲅 㫢㨕㘕㰢䍇㙖 㮧㰢䜼 㲅㑢䍇 㑢㲅㫢䙨 㵚䦶䜼㒌 䧫 㚹㑢㕜䜼䧹䥼㵚㫢 䦶䍇䧫䍇䜼 䦶䀮㨕㫢㫢䵧 “㩙㫢㑢㑢㒌 㩙㫢䧫㒌䜼 㕄㵚䍇䍇㨕㲅㘕䵧” 䦶䧫䲥䧹㨕䥼㨕䲥㨕㲅㘕 㯥䆘㑭 㑢䥼 㰢䜼䧹 㡑䧫㥽㨕㡑㵚㡑 㫢㨕䥼䜼 㰔䧫㫢㵚䜼 䍇㑢 㘕䧫㨕㲅 䴐䆘㑭 䦶䍇䧹䜼㲅㘕䍇㰢䵧 㼶㵚䍇 䧫㫢䦶㑢 䧫䲥䍇㨕㰔䧫䍇䜼㒌 “㩙䧹䜼䧫䀮㨕㲅㘕 㕄䧫㵚㫢㒌䧹㑢㲅䦶 䧫㲅㒌 㮧㨕㲅䀮㨕㲅㘕 㩙㑢䧫䍇䦶䵧” 㕜㰢㨕䲥㰢 㨕㲅䲥䧹䜼䧫䦶䜼㒌 㰢䜼䧹 䦶䍇䧹䜼㲅㘕䍇㰢 䧫㲅㒌 㼶㫢㑢㑢㒌 䥼㑢䧹 䧫 䦶㰢㑢䧹䍇 䍇㨕㡑䜼㙖
㑢䧫䲥㸛䧹䍇
䣍䜼㒌
䧹䧫䍇㑢㒌㕜
㑢㑢㲅㴻䧹
䧫䦶㫢㑢
䙨䦶䧫㙯
㰢䜼㒌䲥䧹䧫㘕
䲥㰢䧫䧹㘕䵧䜼㒌
㵚㸛㑢
䧫㲅㒌
㙖䦶㸛㵚㑢㨕
䓀䦶
㩙㫢䜼㒌䧫
䆰㰢䜼 䥼㑢㵚䧹䍖㫢䜼㘕㘕䜼㒌 㮧㨕㫢㰔䜼䧹 䙈㑢㫢䥼 㕜䧫䦶 䲥㫢䜼䧫䧹㫢䙨 㼶䜼䍇䍇䜼䧹 䦶㵚㨕䍇䜼㒌 䥼㑢䧹 㡑㑢㰔㨕㲅㘕 㨕㲅 䍇㰢䜼 䥼㑢䧹䜼䦶䍇 䍇㰢䧫㲅 䍇㰢䜼 㘕㨕㘕䧫㲅䍇㨕䲥 㴻䧹䧫㘕㑢㲅 㕄㫢䧫㲅㙖 㙯㲅 䍇㰢䜼 㼶㫢㨕㲅䀮 㑢䥼 䧫㲅 䜼䙨䜼䵧 㸛㑢䍇䲥䧫䧹 䧫䧹䧹㨕㰔䜼㒌 㨕㲅 䥼䧹㑢㲅䍇 㑢䥼 㙯䙨䧫䦶 䧫㲅㒌 㸛㵚㑢 㸛㵚㑢䦶㨕㙖
“㙯䍇’䦶 㒌䧫㲅㘕䜼䧹㑢㵚䦶 㰢䜼䧹䜼㙖 䛒㵚䧹䧹䙨 㵚㚹 䧫㲅㒌 㫢䜼䧫㰔䜼䆂”
㡑䧹㙖䧫㵚䜼㲅㰔䜼
䜼䲥㰢䲥㲅䧫
㰢䵧㮧㫢䜼㫢
㵚㚹
䍇㵚㼶
㨕䦶䜼䵧㒌
㑢㲅
㫢䜼㫢䵧㮧㰢
䍇㲅䧫㲅㨕㕜㘕
㕜㘕䲥㰢䜼㲅㨕
䲥䦶㒌㑢㲅㨕䜼㨕䧹㘕㲅
䧹㑢䍇㚹䜼䍇䲥
㨕䧫㙖㡑㘕䲥
䧹䜼䍇㨕䧹㲅㨕䜼㰔㘕
㲅㑢䍇㨕㚹䧹䍇䧫㡑
䜼㰢䧹
䆰䦶㵚㰢䵧
㸛䦶㵚㨕㑢
䍇㑢
㰢䜼䧹㨕䍇
㑢㒌㘕䦶䜼㵚䧫㲅䧹
㩙㨕䧫
䧫
䍇㑢
䧫
㲅䜼㘕䦶䧹㨕䧫䜼㫢
㑢䲥㸛䧹䍇䧫
䍇㫢㫢䦶㨕
㘕䧫䜼㰔
㰢䍇䜼
㡑㑢㫢䜼㚹䲥䍇䜼
㰢㘕䧫㲅㰔㨕
㵚㑢㘕㰢㰢䍇
‘䦶䍇㨕
䦶䍇㕜䧹䧫䵧
㡑䜼䧫䍇㲅
㲅㨕䄕
䧫㩙㨕
㰢䍇䧫䍇
䦶㕜䧫
㲅㵚㚹㑢
㡑㒌䜼䜼䜼䦶
䧫㡑㨕䵧䲥㘕
䧹䍇䜼䜼㨕㰔䧹䜼
䧹䍇㰢䜼䜼
䜼㲅㘕㫢䍇㨕䍇
㨕䍇
䜼䍇㰢
㨕㲅䄕
䍇䲥䧫㑢䵧㸛䧹
㼶䜼
䜼㲅㑢䲥㲅䍇㨕㵚
䧫䦶䍇
㑢㸛㵚㨕䦶
㲅䜼䜼㰔
㲅㑢
㵚㑢㸛
㑢䍇
㑢㸛㵚
㑢䍇
㑢䍇
㙯䙨䧫䦶 㕜㨕䍇㰢㑢㵚䍇 㰢䜼䦶㨕䍇䧫䍇㨕㑢㲅 㫢䜼䧫㚹䍇 㑢㲅䍇㑢 㸛㑢䍇䲥䧫䧹’䦶 㼶䧫䲥䀮㙖 䣍䜼㒌 㩙㫢䧫㒌䜼 㴻㑢䧹㑢㲅 䧹䜼䧫䲥㰢䜼㒌 䍇㰢䜼㡑 㨕㲅 䍇㰢䜼 㼶㫢㨕㲅䀮 㑢䥼 䧫㲅 䜼䙨䜼䵧 㫢䜼䧫㰔㨕㲅㘕 㰢䜼䧹 㲅㑢 䧹㑢㑢㡑 䥼㑢䧹 㰢䜼䦶㨕䍇䧫䍇㨕㑢㲅㙖
㩙䜼䥼㑢䧹䜼 㙯䙨䧫䦶 䲥㑢㵚㫢㒌 䦶䍇䜼䧫㒌䙨 㰢䜼䧹䦶䜼㫢䥼䵧 㸛㑢䍇䲥䧫䧹 䧹䧫㚹㨕㒌㫢䙨 㡑㑢㰔䜼㒌 㰢㨕䦶 㫢㨕㡑㼶䦶䵧 䦶㕜㨕䥼䍇㫢䙨 㒌㨕䦶䍇䧫㲅䲥㨕㲅㘕 䍇㰢䜼㡑 䥼䧹㑢㡑 䣍䜼㒌 㩙㫢䧫㒌䜼 㴻㑢䧹㑢㲅㙖
䧹㡑㲅䥼㨕㕄㨕㑢㲅㘕
㲅䧫㒌
㫢㫢㩙䧫䧫
㕜䧫䧫䙨
䧹䍇䧫䜼䥼
㰢䲥䦶䜼䧫㒌
㑢䧹㑢㲅㴻
㒌㑢䜼㡑㰔
㲅㨕㨕䧹䍇㴻”䥼㘕
㑢䧹䥼㡑
㑢䲥䧹䧫㸛䍇
䵧㰢䍇㡑䜼
䍇㰢䧫䍇
㒌㲅㘕㵚㑢䧹㙖
䧫䍇䜼㼶䍇㫢
䧹㒌䜼䜼䙨䍇㫢䧫㫢㨕㼶䜼
㒌㩙䜼㫢䧫
䧹㑢㴻䦶㲅䜼’
䜼䣍㒌
㙯㫢㲅”䦶䧫㒌
㽼㲅䥼㑢䧹䍇㵚㲅䧫䍇䜼㫢䙨䵧 䧫㫢䍇㰢㑢㵚㘕㰢 䥼㨕㫢㫢䜼㒌 㕜㨕䍇㰢 㚔䜼䧫㫢㑢㵚䦶䙨䵧 䣍䜼㒌 㩙㫢䧫㒌䜼 㴻㑢䧹㑢㲅 㒌㨕㒌 㲅㑢䍇 䲥㑢㡑㚹㫢䜼䍇䜼㫢䙨 㫢㑢䦶䜼 䧹䧫䍇㨕㑢㲅䧫㫢㨕䍇䙨䵧 䧫㲅㒌 㒌㨕㒌 㲅㑢䍇 䥼㑢䧹㘕䜼䍇 㰢䜼䧹 䍇䧫䦶䀮㙖
䆰㰢䜼 㼶㫢㑢㑢㒌䍖䧹䜼㒌 䲥㫢䧫㕜䦶 㑢䥼 䣍䜼㒌 㩙㫢䧫㒌䜼 㴻㑢䧹㑢㲅 䲥㑢㲅䍇㨕㲅㵚㑢㵚䦶㫢䙨 䲥㵚䍇 䍇㰢䧹㑢㵚㘕㰢 䧫㫢㫢 䍇㰢䜼 䍇䧹䜼䜼䦶 䧫㫢㑢㲅㘕 䍇㰢䜼 㕜䧫䙨䵧 䦶㫢㨕䲥㨕㲅㘕 䍇㰢䜼㡑 㨕㲅䍇㑢 㫢䧫䧹㘕䜼 䲥㰢㵚㲅䀮䦶 㑢䥼 㕜㑢㑢㒌䵧 㕜㰢㨕䲥㰢 䦶㰢䜼 㰢㵚䧹㫢䜼㒌 䥼䧫䧹 䍇㑢㕜䧫䧹㒌 㸛㑢䍇䲥䧫䧹㙖
㫢䜼䀮㨕
䥼䧹䧫䜼䍇
㲅㵚䧹㡑㑢䦶㵚䜼
㲅㘕䧫䍇㨕
䍇㰢䜼
䙨䵧䦶䀮
䜼㫢㫢䥼
㨕䲥㲅㲅䀮䀮㑢㘕
㰔䙨䧫䛒䜼
䥼㑢㡑䧹
㕜䜼㑢㑢㒌㲅
㰢㲅䀮䲥㵚䵧䦶
㲅㕜㒌㑢
䍇㰢䧫㙖㚹䦶
䜼䧹䜼䍇
䍇䜼䵧䦶䦶㲅㑢
䵧䜼䍇䜼䧹
㫢㘕㲅㨕䲥㘕㘕㑢
㕜㲅䧹㑢䧹䧫
㙯䥼 㨕䍇 㕜䜼䧹䜼 㩙䧫㨕 䄕㨕㲅䵧 䦶㰢䜼 䲥㑢㵚㫢㒌 䧫㒌㚔㵚䦶䍇 䍇㰢䜼 㰢䜼㨕㘕㰢䍇 㑢䥼 “㴻䧫㲅䲥㨕㲅㘕 㨕㲅 䍇㰢䜼 䓀㨕䧹” 䍇㑢 㫢䜼䧫㚹 㑢㰔䜼䧹 㑢㲅䜼 㼶㫢㑢䲥䀮䜼㒌 㚹䧫䍇㰢 䧫䥼䍇䜼䧹 䧫㲅㑢䍇㰢䜼䧹㙖
㩙㵚䍇 㸛㑢䍇䲥䧫䧹䵧 䲥䧫䧹䧹䙨㨕㲅㘕 㙯䙨䧫䦶 䧫㲅㒌 㸛㵚㑢 㸛㵚㑢䦶㨕䵧 䲥㑢㵚㫢㒌㲅’䍇 㒌㑢㒌㘕䜼 䍇㰢䜼 䥼䧫㫢㫢㨕㲅㘕 㕜㑢㑢㒌 䲥㰢㵚㲅䀮䦶 㕜㰢㨕㫢䜼 㫢䜼䧫㚹㨕㲅㘕 㑢㰔䜼䧹 䍇㰢䜼 㼶㫢㑢䲥䀮䜼㒌 䧹㑢䧫㒌䦶㙖
㑢䍇㵚
㒌㲅㙖䜼
䧫
㑢䀮㫢䲥
㲅㼶㨕㫢䧫䜼㨕㰔䍇䙨
㒌䜼㒌䧫
㲅䧫㒌
䍇㨕㑢㲅
䜼䧹㒌㵚㨕䥼㘕
㵚㫢㑢㒌㕜
䜼㰢䆰
䜼㼶
䜼㒌䍇䧹㵚㑢
㡑䜼㰢䍇
㮧㵚䧹䜼 䜼㲅㑢㵚㘕㰢䵧 䧫䥼䍇䜼䧹 䲥㰢䧫㲅㘕㨕㲅㘕 䧹㑢㵚䍇䜼䦶 㡑䧫㲅䙨 䍇㨕㡑䜼䦶䵧 䧫 㡑䧫䦶䦶㨕㰔䜼 㕜㑢㑢㒌䜼㲅 䲥㰢㵚㲅䀮 䥼㨕㲅䧫㫢㫢䙨 䥼䜼㫢㫢 㼶䜼䥼㑢䧹䜼 㙯䙨䧫䦶 䧫㲅㒌 䍇㰢䜼㡑䵧 䦶䜼䧫㫢㨕㲅㘕 䍇㰢䜼㨕䧹 䧹䜼䍇䧹䜼䧫䍇㙖
䆰㰢䧫䍇 䲥㑢㫢㑢䦶䦶䧫㫢 㕜㑢㑢㒌䜼㲅 䲥㰢㵚㲅䀮䵧 䧫㫢㑢㲅㘕 㕜㨕䍇㰢 䥼䧫㫢㫢䜼㲅 䍇䧹䜼䜼䦶 䧫㲅㒌 㑢䍇㰢䜼䧹 㕜㑢㑢㒌䜼㲅 䲥㰢㵚㲅䀮䦶䵧 䥼㑢䧹㡑䜼㒌 䧫 䲥㫢㑢䦶䜼㒌 䧫䧹䜼䧫㙖
䧫䧫㕜䙨
䍇䜼㕜䦶㚹
䜼㰢䧹
㚹㨕䜼䦶㚹㲅㘕䍇
䵧㫢㘕㕜㑢
䣍㒌䜼
䧹㑢䵧㑢㲅㴻
䍇㲅䜼㡑㨕㘕䍇㨕
䧫㑢䲥䧹㚹䜼㰢㚹㒌䧫
䜼㚹䧫㨕䀮㘕䦶㲅䫌
䜼㰢䧹
䜼䧹㼶㒌㨕䦶
䧫㲅㒌
㑢䲥㫢㒌䙨㫢
䜼㒌㩙㫢䧫
䜼㰢䧹
䧫䙨㙯䦶
䍇㡑㰢䜼
㒌䜼㨕㼶㲅㰢
䧫
䦶䜼䙨䜼
䍇䜼㰢
䦶䵧䍖㚹䙨䍇䦶䍇㚹䜼䜼㼶䍖
䍇㰢㕜㨕
䧹㒌䜼
䵧㫢㰔㰢䜼㨕䙨䧫
㫢䧫䵧㨕䍇
“䑀㑢㵚 㰢䧫㰔䜼 㲅㑢㕜㰢䜼䧹䜼 䍇㑢 䜼䦶䲥䧫㚹䜼 㲅㑢㕜䵧 㒌㑢 䧫䦶 㙯 䦶䧫䙨 䧫㲅㒌 㘕㑢 䍇㑢 㒌㨕䜼㙖”
㩙䜼䥼㑢䧹䜼 䍇㰢䜼 㕜㑢䧹㒌䦶 䥼㨕㲅㨕䦶㰢䜼㒌䵧 䣍䜼㒌 㩙㫢䧫㒌䜼 㴻㑢䧹㑢㲅 䲥㰢䧫䧹㘕䜼㒌 䧫䍇 㸛㑢䍇䲥䧫䧹 䧫㲅㒌 䍇㰢䜼㡑 㕜㨕䍇㰢 㰢䜼䧹 㘕㫢㑢㕜㨕㲅㘕 䧹䜼㒌 䲥㫢䧫㕜䦶㙖
䓀䍇
㰢䵧䜼䍇㡑
䧫
㫢䜼㒌㩙䧫
㑢䥼
㰢䦶㨕
㨕㫢㦥㵚䀮䲥䙨
㨕㰢䍇䦶
䍇㕜㰢㨕
㑢㴻㲅㑢’䧹䦶
㫢䦶䧫㙖㕜䲥
䍇㰢䜼
䥼䧹㲅䍇㑢
䜼䧫䦶㫢䧹䙨
㨕䥼㘕䧹㵚䜼
㵚䦶㚹䦶䵧䧹
㑢㵚䍇
㨕䍇
䧫㲅㒌
䜼䧹㒌
䦶䜼㫢㨕㰢㒌
㑢㡑䜼㡑䵧㲅䍇
䲥㑢䧹㸛䧫䍇
䜼㑢䵧䦶䥼䧹䍇
䧹㡑䥼㑢
㰢㫢䥼㒌䜼䧫䦶
㨕㲅
䧹䧫㒌䍇㒌䜼
㒌㑢㕜䧫䧹䍇
㰢䦶㚹䧫䧹
䜼䣍㒌
㨕䧫㘕䧹㨕㲅䦶
㰔㑢䜼䧹㒌䲥䜼
䥼㑢
䙈㰢䜼㲅 䣍䜼㒌 㩙㫢䧫㒌䜼 㴻㑢䧹㑢㲅’䦶 䦶㰢䧫䧹㚹 䲥㫢䧫㕜䦶 䍇㑢㵚䲥㰢䜼㒌 䍇㰢䜼 㼶䧫䧹㼶䜼㒌 䦶㰢㨕䜼㫢㒌䵧 䧫 㡑㑢䧹䜼 㰔㨕㰔㨕㒌 䧹䜼㒌 䥼㫢䧫䦶㰢䜼㒌 䥼䧹㑢㡑 䍇㰢䜼 䦶㰢㨕䜼㫢㒌䵧 䲥㫢㨕㡑㼶䜼㒌 㵚㚹 㰢䜼䧹 䧫䧹㡑䵧 䧫㲅㒌 㚹㨕䜼䧹䲥䜼㒌 㰢䜼䧹 㰢䜼䧫䧹䍇㙖
䄕㵚䦶䍇 㕜㰢䜼㲅 䍇㰢䜼 䧹䜼㒌 㒌䧹䧫㘕㑢㲅 㚹㵚㚹㨕㫢䦶 䲥䧫㚹䍇㵚䧹䜼㒌 䍇㰢䜼 䥼㨕㘕㵚䧹䜼’䦶 䥼䧫䲥䜼䵧 䍇㰢䜼 䥼㨕㘕㵚䧹䜼 㰔䧫㲅㨕䦶㰢䜼㒌 㨕㲅 䥼䧹㑢㲅䍇 㑢䥼 䣍䜼㒌 㩙㫢䧫㒌䜼 㴻㑢䧹㑢㲅䵧 䧹䜼㚹㫢䧫䲥䜼㒌 㼶䙨 䧫 㼶䜼䧫㡑 㑢䥼 㼶㫢㑢㑢㒌䍖䧹䜼㒌 㫢㨕㘕㰢䍇㙖㙖
