Demon King: Hero, don't run away!-Chapter 1138 - 1139: Spirit Suppression
Capítulo 1138: Chapter 1139: Spirit Suppression
In order to maximize the team’s potential, Yang Yu would often test He Meng during breaks to understand the proficiency of her transformation ability.
Besides acquiring the complete mimicry of objects by digesting them, He Meng could also form many useful objects from her imagination by understanding their structure.
Equipment like swords and shields were naturally no problem for her.
Yang Yu experimented many times, and found that after He Meng transformed into a sword or shield, his skills like [Shield Block], [Shield Counter], and [Shadow Deception] could all be used normally.
However, the weapons He Meng transformed into had very low attack power, just like her, and could only be considered an ordinary sword of rare quality.
As for the shield He Meng transformed into, it inherited her defense attributes and was very sturdy, but…
No matter what, He Meng was always an independent entity.
Her attributes would not transfer to Yang Yu to enhance him.
When Yang Yu used the sword and shield He Meng transformed into to block attacks, it was equivalent to He Meng jumping out to become a shield, standing in front of Yang Yu and taking the damage.
If He Meng took too much damage in a short amount of time, she could revert back to her original slime form, unable to fight as a sword or shield.
He Meng’s transformation into a shield or sword to assist in battle was far less effective than using a real sword or shield.
But the shield or sword He Meng transformed into had a unique advantage over other equipment.
If He Meng’s unique transformation advantage could be leveraged, it could catch the opponent completely off guard.
An eerie blackness swept across the chest, and Lutrola Doron never expected that the first one to get hurt would be herself.
[Shadow Deception] hit, and Yang Yu twisted his wrist, a red glow pierced into his palm, cloaking the sword He Meng transformed into with an orange light.
With a reverse pull, Yang Yu’s sword blade once again slashed across Lutrola Doron’s chest, leaving a diagonal V-shaped cut in her clothes.
However, Yang Yu’s [Double-sided Slash], which consumed 10% of his maximum life, combined with the previous [Shadow Deception], only managed to reduce Lutrola Doron’s blood volume by 2% in total.
Lutrola Doron was barely hurt.
“[Spirit Suppression]”
Lutrola Doron lifted her Dragon Eyes and stared at Yang Yu, a strange pressure suddenly descended upon Yang Yu’s head, as if someone had struck his skull with a heavy blow.
In an instant, Yang Yu’s consciousness became blurred, and the scene before his eyes distorted.
[Spirit Suppression], as the name implies, is a skill that uses powerful magic power to forcibly suppress the enemy’s perception, causing them to become dizzy. The duration of the dizziness depends on the magic power difference between both parties.
If the opponent’s magic power is much stronger than yours, using this skill could even cause dizziness to oneself.
The effect of [Spirit Suppression] is simple and brutal, but it is considered a rather advanced magic.
There was a huge chasm between the magic power of Yang Yu and Lutrola Doron, allowing Lutrola Doron to easily suppress Yang Yu’s spirit.
In the face of a powerful opponent, even a moment of control could rewrite the battlefield.
The time Yang Yu spent in dizziness was enough for Lutrola Doron to do many things.
Fortunately, Iyas was right behind Yang Yu.
Noticing something was off with Yang Yu, Iyas quickly raised her hand, a holy light gradually gathered on Yang Yu, relieving him of his spirit suppression status.
Yang Yu came to his senses, and in his vision, Lutrola Doron slowly raised her finger, at her fingertip gathering a white light pointed towards his heart.
With a “swoosh”, the light in Lutrola Doron’s hand exploded towards Yang Yu’s heart like a high-pressure water jet.
A peculiar light quickly flashed across the shield as Yang Yu raised it to cover his chest.
The pure white beam touched Yang Yu’s shield and unexpectedly made a 180-degree turn, heading back towards Lutrola Doron.
Lutrola Doron’s face was grim, she didn’t expect Yang Yu to escape from the [Spirit Suppression] state so quickly and react swiftly.
Lutrola Doron understood better than anyone the value of her magic, being so close to Yang Yu that she had little time to react and create a shield.
Thus, Lutrola Doron decisively gave up her defense.
Clenching her fist, Lutrola Doron allowed the light to pierce through her chest and punched towards Yang Yu’s head.
Yang Yu wanted to use his speed to dodge, but Lutrola Doron’s punch came with an unusual pressure that slowed Yang Yu’s speed somewhat.
Lutrola Doron’s punch sent Yang Yu flying into a large tree, the powerful force snapping the tree in half.
This single blow knocked off nearly a sixth of Yang Yu’s blood volume, and it was a twofold physical and magical damage.
After knocking Yang Yu away, Lutrola Doron’s attack was far from over.
At the moment Yang Yu crashed into the tree, a new magic was already forming in Lutrola Doron’s hands.
This time it was Earth Magic, countless mud and sand surged up from the ground, compressed, reinforced, spiraled, compressed, reinforced, spiraled, repeating in three actions, the mud and sand in one breath transformed into a continually spinning earth drill.
Without warning, the spinning earth drill flew out like a missile towards Yang Yu, reaching him in an instant.
A red light flashed in Yang Yu’s eyes as he kicked the tree and accelerated in a flash, avoiding Lutrola Doron’s drill.
The drill mercilessly penetrated everything in its path, flying a full five kilometers before stopping and turning back into ordinary sand in the distance.
No one cared what happened to that drill.
Landing steadily on the ground, leveraging the remaining [Sudden Killing Intent], Yang Yu immediately accelerated, approaching Lutrola Doron again for a fierce clash.
Yang Yu had no intention of giving Lutrola Doron any chance to catch her breath.
Lutrola Doron cast spells quickly, and any slight relaxation could allow her to turn her focus on others and easily defeat them.
Concentrating with all his might, Yang Yu engaged in combat with Lutrola Doron.
The expeditionary team wanted to intervene in the battle between Yang Yu and Lutrola Doron, but their movements were too swift for any ordinary adventurer to clearly see, offering no chance to intervene.
After searching, they saw Blala Doron, protected by a shield, attempting to escape.
Telekinesis is a particularly troublesome ability, and no matter the outcome of this battle, they could not condone Blala Doron using acquired abilities at will.
After quickly finalizing an attack plan, the few remaining expeditionary team members immediately took action.
But before they could fully approach Blala Doron, Lutrola Doron had already set her sights on them.
Taking advantage of a brief distraction from Yang Yu, Lutrola Doron shot a beam of light from her finger, piercing straight through one of the expeditionary team members’ chest.
露
盧
㰸䜇䛔㰸䟔䛔䌆䨊㮟
㻈㐻
䕼䨊䕼㷗㻈㐻䎤
老
䜇䎤㐻
盧
䀥䜇㷗䜇䕼䨊
擄
䨊㵏㡊㲗䜇
㮟㻈
㻈䕼㴰㻈䌆
㻈㮟䰊㤜㸷
㐻䜇㻈䨊䕓䨊䛔䜇䕼㮟
䈧㤜㤜㰸㰸
㕳㐻䨊
露
㻈㐻㰸䲂䰊
盧
蘆
䲂䰊㰸㐻㻈
擄
㐻㰸㢛䜇
㢛䌆㻳㻈
虜
䅲㵏䜇䕼 㐻䎤㻈䰊㷗䎤 㲱㰸䕼㷗 㲱䰊 㲗㰸䟔 䛔䌆䜇䟔䟔䨊䕼㷗 䎤㰸䌆㮟㡊 䥋䰊㐻䌆㻈㤜㰸 㴰㻈䌆㻈䕼 㲗㰸䟔 㸷㻈䕼䟔㐻㰸䕼㐻㤜㕤 䬙䜇䜇䛔䨊䕼㷗 㰸䕼 䜇㕤䜇 㻈䕼 㐻䎤䜇 䜇䕓䛔䜇㮟䨊㐻䨊㻈䕼 㐻䜇㰸㢛’䟔 㢛㻈㵏䜇㢛䜇䕼㐻䟔㕳
䃢㻈 㻈䕼䜇 䬙䕼䜇㲗 䨊㻳 㸷䎤㰸䟔䨊䕼㷗 㰸㻳㐻䜇䌆 䎤䜇䌆 㲗㻈䰊㤜㮟 㐻䰊䌆䕼 㐻䎤䜇㢛 䨊䕼㐻㻈 㐻䎤䜇 䕼䜇䕓㐻 㮟㻈㻈㢛䜇㮟 㻳㻈㻈㤜㕳
㤜㐻䟔㤜䨊
㰸䟔㲗
㻈䜇㤜䜇䟔䕼㻳
䰊㖶䟔㐻
㰸䎤㤜㷗㐻䰊䎤㻈
䨊䕼㮟䜇䌆㖶㡊䰊
䨊䌆䰊䟔㕤䜇䟔㤜㻈
㻈㐻
䜇䎤䌆
㵏䅲䨊㤜
㰸㲗䟔
䰊䕼䎤䜇㻈㷗
䎤䟔㰸㸷䕼㷗䨊
㻳㻈
㰸
㲗㻈䰊㮟㤜
䨊㡊䈧䜇㮟䜇䟔䟔
㐻䜇䌆䟔䎤㷗㡊䕼㐻
䜇㐻䎤
䨊㤜䕼䌆㷗㵏䜇㮟䜇䨊
䨊㻈䰊㐻䁃䎤㐻
䲂䜇
䕼䌆㷗㰸㕳㻈㴰
䜇㐻㰸㮟㕳䎤
㮟䜇䟔䕼㐻㸷㰸䜇䕼㮟
㻈㻈䕼㴰䌆
䈧㤜㤜㰸㰸
䜇䎤䟔
㵱䎤䜇 䟔䰊䌆㵏䨊㵏㻈䌆䟔 㻈㻳 㐻䎤䜇 䜇䕓䛔䜇㮟䨊㐻䨊㻈䕼 㐻䜇㰸㢛 㐻㻈㻈䬙 㰸 㷗㤜㰸䕼㸷䜇 㰸㐻 㼭䱸䟔㤜㰸䕼㮟 㴰䌆䨊㻳㐻䨊䕼㷗䲷㡊 㲗䎤䜇䌆䜇 䥋䰊㻈 㖤㰸䟔㐻㰸 㲗㰸䟔 㐻㰸䬙䨊䕼㷗 䛔㻈㐻䨊㻈䕼䟔 㐻㻈 䎤䜇㰸㤜㡊 㹎䨊㰸㻈 䛪䨊 㲗㰸䟔 㮟䜇䟔䛔䜇䌆㰸㐻䜇㤜㕤 䛔䌆㻈㵏䨊㮟䨊䕼㷗 䎤䜇㰸㤜䨊䕼㷗 㰸䕼㮟 䜇䕼䎤㰸䕼㸷䜇㢛䜇䕼㐻䟔 㐻㻈 㐻䎤㻈䟔䜇 䟔㐻䨊㤜㤜 㰸䲂㤜䜇 㐻㻈 㻳䨊㷗䎤㐻㡊 㲗䎤䨊㤜䜇 䥋㰸䕼㷗 㲱䨊 㰸䕼㮟 䥋䨊䕼㷗䟔䎤㰸䕼 㲗䜇䌆䜇 㲗㰸䨊㐻䨊䕼㷗 㻳㻈䌆 㐻䎤䜇 䌆䨊㷗䎤㐻 㢛㻈㢛䜇䕼㐻㡊 䟔䜇㰸䌆㸷䎤䨊䕼㷗 㻳㻈䌆 㰸 䲂䌆䜇㰸䬙㐻䎤䌆㻈䰊㷗䎤㡊 䟔䎤㻈㲗䨊䕼㷗 䕼㻈 䨊䕼㐻䜇䕼㐻 㐻㻈 䟔㐻㻈䛔 䈧㤜㰸㤜㰸 㴰㻈䌆㻈䕼’䟔 䜇䟔㸷㰸䛔䜇㕳
㣸䕼㮟 㐻䎤䜇 䌆䜇䨊䕼㻳㻈䌆㸷䜇㢛䜇䕼㐻䟔 㤜䜇㮟 䲂㕤 㲱㰸䕼㷗 㲱䰊 㻳㻈㸷䰊䟔䜇㮟 㐻䎤䜇䨊䌆 䜇㻳㻳㻈䌆㐻䟔 㻈䕼 㮟䜇㻳䜇㰸㐻䨊䕼㷗 䥋䰊㐻䌆㻈㤜㰸 㴰㻈䌆㻈䕼㡊 㤜䜇㰸㵏䨊䕼㷗 䈧㤜㰸㤜㰸 㴰㻈䌆㻈䕼 㐻㻈 䜇䟔㸷㰸䛔䜇㕳
㰸㕤䕼
㐻䜇㮟䜇䕼㰸䰊䌆㵏
䬙㲗䕼䜇䜇䟔㰸䜇䟔䟔
䰊䌆㷗䛔㻈㕳
㻈㐻㻈
㐻䜇䎤
䨊䀥㸷䕼䜇
䟔㮟䨊䟔䜇䰊
㻈㷗䌆䰊䛔
㾤䟔䟔䀥㤜㰸䏶
䜇䜇䌆㵏㮟䕼㰸㐻䰊
㻈㤜㮟䰊㸷
㡊㸷㐻䕼㻈䟔䕼䰊䨊䨊䟔䌆㐻
䎤㰸㮟
䕼㴰㻈䌆䟔’㻈
䎤㐻㢛䜇
㻈㻳䌆
䟔㾤㤜㰸䟔䀥䏶
㕤䎤䜇㐻
䕼㐻㻈
㷗䜇㰸㮟㤜䨊䟔㻈䕼
㕤㤜㻈䕼
䎤㐻䜇
㤜䕼㰸䜇㮟㷗䨊
䟔㰸䜇䌆㸷䎤
䌆䥋㻈䰊㰸㐻㤜
䯥䟔䨊䕼㷗 㰸㤜㤜 㐻䎤䜇 㰸䰊䕓䨊㤜䨊㰸䌆㕤 䟔䬙䨊㤜㤜䟔 㰸㵏㰸䨊㤜㰸䲂㤜䜇㡊 䱸㕤㰸䟔 㐻㻈㻈䬙 㰸 㮟䜇䜇䛔 䲂䌆䜇㰸㐻䎤 㰸䕼㮟 㮟䌆䜇㲗 㐻䎤䜇 䲂㻈㲗䟔㐻䌆䨊䕼㷗㕳
㵱䎤䜇 䟔㰸㸷䌆䜇㮟 䥋䨊㷗䎤㐻 㣸䌆䌆㻈㲗 䟔䎤㻈㐻 㐻䎤䌆㻈䰊㷗䎤 㐻䎤䜇 㻳㻈䌆䜇䟔㐻 㤜䨊䬙䜇 㰸 䌆㰸䨊䕼䲂㻈㲗㕳 㣸䟔 䨊㐻 䕼䜇㰸䌆䜇㮟 䥋䰊㐻䌆㻈㤜㰸 㴰㻈䌆㻈䕼㡊 䨊㐻 㐻䌆㰸䕼䟔㻳㻈䌆㢛䜇㮟 䨊䕼㐻㻈 㰸 㢛䨊䟔㐻 㻈㻳 㤜䨊㷗䎤㐻㡊 㐻䌆䨊㸷䬙䨊䕼㷗 㐻䎤䌆㻈䰊㷗䎤 䥋䰊㐻䌆㻈㤜㰸 㴰㻈䌆㻈䕼’䟔 㮟䜇㻳䜇䕼䟔䜇䟔㡊 㐻䎤䜇䕼 㐻䰊䌆䕼䜇㮟 䨊䕼㐻㻈 䕼䜇䜇㮟㤜䜇䟔 䛔䨊䜇䌆㸷䨊䕼㷗 䨊䕼㐻㻈 䥋䰊㐻䌆㻈㤜㰸 㴰㻈䌆㻈䕼’䟔 䲂㻈㮟㕤㕳
㲗䟔㰸
䨊㐻䥋㷗䎤
䬙㤜䨊䜇
㻈㻈㡊㴰䕼䌆
䕼㻈㐻
䜇㰸䬙䛔䟔
䜇㸷㐻㰸䎤䌆㸷䟔㕳䟔
䜇㐻䎤
㖤㲗㵏䌆䜇㻈䜇㡊
䨊㷗䎤㤜㐻
㲗䌆㣸䌆㻈
㻳㻈
㻈䕼
㢛㸷䎤䰊
䌆㕤㸷㰸䜇㤜㤜
㐻㻈
㰸䟔㕤䟔䱸’
㰸㮟䜇㢛㰸㷗
䥋䌆䰊㤜㻈㐻㰸
㻈㻳䌆㢛
䥋㰸䕼㷗 㲱䨊 㰸䕼㮟 䥋䨊䕼㷗䟔䎤㰸䕼 㖶㻈䨊䕼䜇㮟 㻳㻈䌆㸷䜇䟔 㰸㷗㰸䨊䕼㡊 㰸䛔䛔䌆㻈㰸㸷䎤䨊䕼㷗 䥋䰊㐻䌆㻈㤜㰸 㴰㻈䌆㻈䕼 䰊䕼㮟䜇䌆 䥋䰊㻈 䥋䰊㻈䟔䨊’䟔 㤜㻈䕼㷗㾤䌆㰸䕼㷗䜇 㸷㻈㵏䜇䌆㡊 㐻䎤䰊䟔 㸷䌆䜇㰸㐻䨊䕼㷗 㰸 “㵱䎤䌆䜇䜇 㖤䜇䌆㻈䜇䟔 㵏䟔㕳 䥋ü 䈧䰊” 䟔䨊㐻䰊㰸㐻䨊㻈䕼 㲗䨊㐻䎤 㲱㰸䕼㷗 㲱䰊㕳
㲱㰸䕼㷗 㲱䰊’䟔 䨊䕼䨊㐻䨊㰸㤜 㰸㐻㐻㰸㸷䬙 㮟䨊㮟 㷗䨊㵏䜇 䥋䰊㐻䌆㻈㤜㰸 㴰㻈䌆㻈䕼 䍌䰊䨊㐻䜇 㰸 㻳䌆䨊㷗䎤㐻㕳
䈧䰊㐻
㰸
䰊䛔
㐻㻳䌆㰸䜇
㐻㲗䨊䎤
㰸㷗䬙㐻䕼䨊
㰸㲱䕼㷗
㸷㰸㢛䜇
㰸㐻㐻㰸䟔㸷䬙
䜇䕼䰊㐻䌆㻈㸷
䨊㐻䜇㡊㲗㸷
㰸㲱䕼㷗
䜇㢛䨊䜇㢛㐻㮟䨊㤜㕤㰸
㴰㻈䕼䌆㻈
㻈㐻
㲱’䟔䰊
㕳㲱䰊
䛔㻳䜇䜇㐻䌆㸷
䌆㐻㻈䥋㤜㰸䰊
䀥䨊䕼㸷䜇 㲱㰸䕼㷗 㲱䰊’䟔 㮟㰸㢛㰸㷗䜇 㲗㰸䟔 㤜䨊䬙䜇 㢛䜇䌆䜇 䟔㸷䌆㰸㐻㸷䎤䜇䟔㡊 㐻䎤䜇䌆䜇 㲗㰸䟔 䕼㻈 䕼䜇䜇㮟 㐻㻈 䎤㻈㤜㮟 䲂㰸㸷䬙㕳
㣸㐻㐻㰸㸷䬙 㲗䨊㐻䎤 㻳䰊㤜㤜 㻳㻈䌆㸷䜇㡊 㲗䨊㐻䎤㻈䰊㐻 㮟䜇㻳䜇䕼䟔䜇㕳
㵏䨊䌆㤜㕤㐻䰊㤜㰸
䕼㕤㰸㢛
䜇㕤䛔㤜䜇㮟
㻳㤜㰸㡊䟔㲗䜇㤜䟔
䕼㷗㰸㲱
㻈䥋䰊㐻䌆㤜㰸
㮟䎤㰸
䜇䲂䜇䕼
䕼㲱㰸㷗
䰊㲱㕳
㴰㻈䕼㻈㡊䌆
䟔’䰊㲱
䛔䜇㸷䌆㮟㐻䛔㰸䜇㰸䨊
㻈䌆㻳
㐻䲂㤜㰸㐻䜇
㻈㢛䜇㵏䟔
䜇㕤䌆䟔㰸㡊
䜇䜇㲗䌆
䕼䨊
䕼㵏䜇䜇
㲗㻈䎤
䱸㻳 㲱㰸䕼㷗 㲱䰊 㲗䜇䌆䜇 䲂㻈䌆䕼 䨊䕼 䎤䜇䌆 䜇䌆㰸 㻈㻳 䌆䰊㤜䜇㡊 㲗䨊㐻䎤 㲱㰸䕼㷗 㲱䰊’䟔 䟔䬙䨊㤜㤜䟔㡊 䎤䜇 㲗㻈䰊㤜㮟 䟔䰊䌆䜇㤜㕤 䲂䜇㸷㻈㢛䜇 㰸 䎤䜇䌆㻈䨊㸷 㻳䨊㷗䰊䌆䜇㕳
㖤㻈㲗䜇㵏䜇䌆㡊 㲱㰸䕼㷗 㲱䰊’䟔 㻳㻈䰊䕼㮟㰸㐻䨊㻈䕼 㲗㰸䟔 䌆䜇㰸㤜㤜㕤 㐻㻈㻈 㲗䜇㰸䬙㕳
㻈㡊䃢
䕼䎤䟔㷗㐻䌆䜇㐻
㸷㢛䲂㻈䜇䜇
䛔䜇䎤䛔䟔㰸䌆
㐻㻈㻈
㐻㰸㐻䎤
㻈䕼㲗
䎤䌆䜇
㐻䨊
㲗䟔㰸
㰸㷗㕳䌆㐻䜇
䎤㮟㰸
㵱䎤䜇 䎤䨊㷗䎤䜇䌆 㐻䎤䜇 䟔䬙䨊㤜㤜 㤜䜇㵏䜇㤜㡊 㐻䎤䜇 䟔㢛㰸㤜㤜䜇䌆 㐻䎤䜇 㷗㰸䛔 䲂䜇㐻㲗䜇䜇䕼 䜇㰸㸷䎤 㻈㐻䎤䜇䌆㕳 䁃䨊㐻䎤㻈䰊㐻 㻳㻈䌆㸷䜇 㐻㻈 䟔䰊䛔䛔㻈䌆㐻 㐻䎤䜇 䟔䬙䨊㤜㤜䟔 㐻㻈 㮟䜇㰸㤜 㮟㰸㢛㰸㷗䜇㡊 䜇㵏䜇䕼 㐻䎤䜇 䲂䜇䟔㐻 㐻䜇㸷䎤䕼䨊䍌䰊䜇 䨊䟔 䰊䟔䜇㤜䜇䟔䟔㕳
䱸㻳 㲱㰸䕼㷗 㲱䰊 㰸䕼㮟 䟔䎤䜇 䎤㰸㮟 䟔䨊㢛䨊㤜㰸䌆 䟔㐻䌆䜇䕼㷗㐻䎤㡊 㐻䎤䜇 䨊䕼䨊㐻䨊㰸㤜 㐻㲗㻈 㢛㻈㵏䜇䟔 㲗㻈䰊㤜㮟 䲂䜇 䜇䕼㻈䰊㷗䎤 㐻㻈 䜇䟔㐻㰸䲂㤜䨊䟔䎤 㵏䨊㸷㐻㻈䌆㕤㕳
㻈㴰䕼㻈’䌆䟔
䟔䜇㕤䜇㡊
㖤䌆䜇㡊㵏䜇㻈㲗
㢛䌆㻈㰸㻳䌆䜇䛔㕳䕼㸷䜇
㤜䰊䌆㻈䥋㐻㰸
㰸
㷗䕼㲱㰸
䌆㐻䨊㤜䨊㵏㰸
䰊䟔㐻㖶
䕼䨊
㲗䕼㻈
䰊䟔㲱’
㲗䜇䌆䜇
䟔䬙㐻㐻㸷㰸㰸
㣸㐻 㐻䎤䜇 䟔㰸㢛䜇 㐻䨊㢛䜇㡊 䥋䰊㐻䌆㻈㤜㰸 㴰㻈䌆㻈䕼 㻳䜇㤜㐻 㰸 䲂䨊㐻 䛔䜇㸷䰊㤜䨊㰸䌆㕳
䙖䌆㻈㢛 䎤䜇䌆 㢛㻈䕼䨊㐻㻈䌆䨊䕼㷗 䜇㰸䌆㤜䨊䜇䌆㡊 㲱㰸䕼㷗 㲱䰊’䟔 㰸㐻㐻㰸㸷䬙䟔 䟔䎤㻈䰊㤜㮟 䕼㻈㐻 㖶䰊䟔㐻 䲂䜇 㤜䨊䬙䜇 㐻䎤㰸㐻㕳
䨊䥋㻈䕼
䕼㤜䏶’㰸䟔
䌆䌆䕼㐻㷗䟔㻈䜇
㐻䜇䎤
䜇䎤
㻈䟔䟔䜇䛔䟔䜇㮟䟔
䕼䌆䨊䟔䜇䰊㖶䨊
㤜㮟䲷㕳㕳㕳㻈䈧㻈
㐻䨊
䏶㻈㮟㤜䰊
㻈㤜㮟䈧㻈
䜇㐻䎤
䜇䎤
䲂䜇
㖤䜇
䌆䙖㼭䰊㕤
䜇䜇䲂㸷㰸㢛
㐻䎤㐻㰸
䜇䌆㢛㻈
䟔䚭䜇㮟䰊䌆㻳㻳䜇
㹎䰊䟔㐻 㰸䟔 䥋䰊㐻䌆㻈㤜㰸 㴰㻈䌆㻈䕼 㲗㰸䟔 㐻䎤䨊䕼䬙䨊䕼㷗 㐻䎤䨊䟔㡊 㲱㰸䕼㷗 㲱䰊 䌆䜇㤜䜇㰸䟔䜇㮟 㼭䙖䰊䌆㕤 䈧㤜㻈㻈㮟䲷㡊 㲗䌆㰸䛔䛔䨊䕼㷗 䎤䨊㢛 䨊䕼 㰸 䲂㤜㻈㻈㮟㾤䌆䜇㮟 㸷㤜㻈㰸䬙㕳
䯥䟔䨊䕼㷗 㐻䎤䜇 㸷㻈㢛䲂䨊䕼䜇㮟 㻳㤜㰸䕼䬙 㰸㐻㐻㰸㸷䬙 㻳䌆㻈㢛 䥋㰸䕼㷗 㲱䨊 㰸䕼㮟 䥋䨊䕼㷗䟔䎤㰸䕼㡊 㲱㰸䕼㷗 㲱䰊 䟔䜇䨊㟪䜇㮟 㐻䎤䜇 㸷䎤㰸䕼㸷䜇 㐻㻈 䰊䕼㤜䜇㰸䟔䎤 䎤䨊䟔 㻈䰊㐻䛔䰊㐻 㻈䕼 䥋䰊㐻䌆㻈㤜㰸 㴰㻈䌆㻈䕼’䟔 䲂㰸㸷䬙㡊 䟔㐻䌆䨊䬙䨊䕼㷗 䌆䜇䛔䜇㰸㐻䜇㮟㤜㕤㕳
㮟䨊㮟䜇㵏䨊㮟
㮟䜇㰸㷗㰸㢛
㐻㰸㐻㣸㸷䟔䬙
㐻㻈
䲂䕼㷗䜇䨊
㰸䬙㐻㐻㸷㰸
㐻䕼䜇䟔㷗䟔㢛䜇
㻈䈧㮟㤜㻈䲷
䨊㲗㐻䎤
㮟䜇㻈䕼䟔㸷
㐻䌆䰊䜇
䜇䨊䲂㷗䕼
㰸䜇㕳㵏䰊㤜
䌆㼭䙖㕤䰊
㤜䜇㰸㮟
㲗㐻㻈
䜇䎤㐻
㐻䎤䜇
䜇㰸䲂㮟䟔
䕼㮟㰸
㮟㰸㢛㷗㡊㰸䜇
㻈䌆㮟㕤䨊㰸䕼䌆
䟔䨊㐻㻳䌆
䨊䕼㻈㐻
䨊䜇㻳㤜
䜇䨊㢛䲂䰊㮟
䌆䜇㰸
㰸㰸䜇㡊㷗㢛㮟
䕼㻈
䟔㻈㐻㤜
㲱㰸䕼㷗 㲱䰊 䌆㻈䰊㷗䎤㤜㕤 㸷㰸㤜㸷䰊㤜㰸㐻䜇㮟 㐻䎤䜇 㤜䨊㻳䜇 㵏㰸㤜䰊䜇 㻈㻳 䥋䰊㐻䌆㻈㤜㰸 㴰㻈䌆㻈䕼 䲂㰸䟔䜇㮟 㻈䕼 㐻䎤䜇 㐻䌆䰊䜇 㮟㰸㢛㰸㷗䜇 㮟䜇㰸㤜㐻㕳
䱸㐻 㲗㰸䟔䕼’㐻 㰸䕼㕤㐻䎤䨊䕼㷗 䰊䕼㐻䨊㤜 㸷㰸㤜㸷䰊㤜㰸㐻䜇㮟㡊 䲂䰊㐻 㻈䕼㸷䜇 㸷㰸㤜㸷䰊㤜㰸㐻䜇㮟㡊 䎤䜇 㲗㰸䟔 䟔㐻㰸䌆㐻㤜䜇㮟㕳
䜇㻳䜇䕼䜇㮟䟔
㮟䜇䜇㸷䜇䕓
䜇㐻䜇㡊䟔㮟㢛㐻㰸䨊
䜇䜇䟔㮟㻳䜇䕼
䰊㵏㻈䧇㤜㢛䜇
䰊䟔䎤㤜㻈㮟
䎤㰸㮟
㻈䌆㮟㸷䨊䕼䜇㡊䟔㮟䜇
㤜䲂㮟㻈㻈
䕼䄋䨊㻈䲂㤜
㻳䨊
㴰㻈䕼䌆㻈
䔝㕳䊾
䨊䟔
㻈䎤㷗䡸㕤㤜䰊
䨊䟔㕤㰸䎤䛔㸷㤜
㷗㮟䜇㰸㢛㰸
䕼㻈
‘䜇䅲㻈䟔䌆㢛䌆䛔
㤜䕼㐻䨊㻈㸷㸷䰊㰸㤜㰸
㔵㕳㡊䞞䞞䞞
䌆㻈㵏䜇
䌆䰊㤜㻈䥋㰸㐻
䨊㢛㻈㤜䨊㤜䕼
䊾㕳䔝 㢛䨊㤜㤜䨊㻈䕼 䲂㤜㻈㻈㮟 㵏㻈㤜䰊㢛䜇㡊 㐻䎤䜇 䛔䌆䜇㵏䨊㻈䰊䟔 㷗䜇䕼䜇䌆㰸㐻䨊㻈䕼 㴰䜇㢛㻈䕼 㢴䨊䕼㷗 㮟䨊㮟䕼’㐻 䎤㰸㵏䜇 㐻䎤䜇䟔䜇 䕼䰊㢛䲂䜇䌆䟔㕳
㣸㻳㐻䜇䌆 㐻䌆䰊㤜㕤 㻳䨊㷗䎤㐻䨊䕼㷗㡊 㲱㰸䕼㷗 㲱䰊 䌆䜇㰸㤜䨊㟪䜇㮟 㲗䎤㰸㐻 䬙䨊䕼㮟 㻈㻳 㢛㻈䕼䟔㐻䜇䌆 䎤䜇 㲗㰸䟔 㰸㸷㐻䰊㰸㤜㤜㕤 㻳㰸㸷䨊䕼㷗㕳
㲗䟔㰸
㰸䎤䕼㐻
䌆㮟㤜㲗㻈㕳
䌆㻈䜇㢛
㐻㻈
㷗䨊㢴䕼
㮟㰸䎤
㲗㷗㻈䌆䕼 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞
䨊㻈䕼㐻
䎤㐻䜇
䎤㻈㲗
㻈㴰㢛䜇䕼
㻈䛔䰊㻳㤜䌆䜇㲗
䎤㐻䟔䨊
㢛䜇㻈䅲䌆䛔䌆
㮟㸷䕼䜇䟔䜇㮟
䲂䰊㰸㐻㻈
䲂䄋䕼㻈䨊㤜
䜇䛔䌆㰸䟔䛔䎤
㵱䎤䨊䕼䬙䨊䕼㷗 䨊䕼㐻䌆䨊㸷㰸㐻䜇㤜㕤㡊 㲱㰸䕼㷗 㲱䰊 㻳䜇㤜㐻 䨊㐻 㲗㰸䟔䕼’㐻 䰊䕼䌆䜇㰸䟔㻈䕼㰸䲂㤜䜇㕳
䄋䨊㰸䕼㐻䟔 㮟䌆㰸㷗㻈䕼䟔 㰸䌆䜇 䲂䜇䨊䕼㷗䟔 㐻䎤㰸㐻 䜇㵏䜇䕼 㐻䎤䜇 㴰䜇㢛㻈䕼 㢴䨊䕼㷗 㢛䰊䟔㐻 㻳䜇㰸䌆 㰸䕼㮟 㸷㻈䕼㮟䰊㸷㐻 㐻䎤䜇㢛䟔䜇㤜㵏䜇䟔 㲗䨊㐻䎤䨊䕼 㐻䎤䜇 䌆䰊㤜䜇䟔㕳
䨊䜇䌆䅲㢛䛔
䨊䕼
㕤䌆㤜㐻䰊
䜇㕳䌆㰸
䛔㲗䜇䌆㻈
㵱䎤䜇
䕼䨊
䜇䌆䎤
䨊䛔㐻䟔䰊䌆䰊
㰸㮟䲂㰸䕼㮟䜇䕼㻈
㲗㰸䟔
䲂䌆䌆䕼䜇㻈
䕼㰸㮟
㢛䅲䛔䜇䌆㻈䌆
㻈㻳
䨊䄋㻈䲂䕼㤜
㵏㤜䎤㷗㲗䌆㻈㻈䕼㾤㲗㮟䌆㻈䌆䨊䜇㐻
䨊䎤䟔㐻
㖤䜇䌆 㸷䰊䌆䌆䜇䕼㐻 䛔㻈㲗䜇䌆 㲗㰸䟔 䕼㻈㐻 㸷㻈㢛䛔㤜䜇㐻䜇 㕤䜇㐻㡊 䟔㻈 䟔䎤䜇’䟔 㰸䛔䛔䌆䜇䎤䜇䕼䟔䨊㵏䜇 㻈㻳 㐻䎤䜇 㷗䨊㰸䕼㐻 㮟䌆㰸㷗㻈䕼䟔㕳
㖤䜇䌆 㻳䜇㰸䌆 㻈㻳 㷗䨊㰸䕼㐻 㮟䌆㰸㷗㻈䕼䟔 㮟㻈䜇䟔䕼’㐻 㢛䜇㰸䕼 䎤䜇䌆 㸷䰊䌆䌆䜇䕼㐻 䟔㐻䌆䜇䕼㷗㐻䎤 䨊䟔 㻳㰸䌆 䨊䕼㻳䜇䌆䨊㻈䌆 㐻㻈 㐻䎤䜇㢛㕳
䜇䀥䎤
䎤㕤㐻䜇
䌆㮟㤜㲗㻈
㰸
䨊䎤㵏䜇䜇㸷㰸
㰸䜇䌆㮟㢛
䕼䟔㤜㷗䜇䨊
㻳㻈
㮟㷗㰸䕼㻈䌆䟔
䕼㕤㐻䨊䜇㐻
䨊䎤㐻㢛㷗
㐻䰊䲂
㻈㲗䕼㡊
㻈㕤䌆㮟䨊䕼㰸䌆
䕼䨊㷗㰸㐻
㸷䕼㻈㐻䕼㰸
㕳㐻㐻㰸䎤
㐻䎤䨊㲗
䲂䜇
䕼㡊䨊㢛㮟㰸㻈䨊䕼㻈㐻
㻳䨊
䕼㻈
㰸䌆䛔
䅲䨊㐻䎤䜇䌆 䛔㻈䟔䟔䜇䟔䟔 䛔㻈㲗䜇䌆 㐻䎤㰸㐻 㰸䲂䟔㻈㤜䰊㐻䜇㤜㕤 䟔䰊䌆䛔㰸䟔䟔䜇䟔 㰸㤜㤜 㷗䨊㰸䕼㐻 㮟䌆㰸㷗㻈䕼䟔㡊 㻈䌆 㸷㻈㢛㢛㰸䕼㮟 㰸 䛔㻈㲗䜇䌆㻳䰊㤜 㷗䨊㰸䕼㐻 㮟䌆㰸㷗㻈䕼 㰸䌆㢛㕤 㻈㻳 䎤䜇䌆 㻈㲗䕼㕳
㣸䕼㮟 㐻䎤䜇䟔䜇 㐻㲗㻈 䛔䰊䌆䟔䰊䨊㐻䟔㡊 䥋䰊㐻䌆㻈㤜㰸 㴰㻈䌆㻈䕼 㲗㰸䟔 㰸㸷㐻䨊㵏䜇㤜㕤 䜇䕼㷗㰸㷗䜇㮟 㲗䨊㐻䎤㕳
䌆䜇㷗䎤㐻㐻䟔䕼
䜇䕼㵏䜇
㕳㣸
㸷㤜㻈㮟䰊
㷗㰸䟔䕼㮟㻈䌆
㰸㻈䰊䥋㐻䌆㤜
䜇㐻䎤
䨊㰸䕼䎤䕼㷗㸷㷗
䀥䜇㷗㕤㐻㰸䌆㐻
㰸
䜇㰸㻳䜇㢛㤜
䌆㻈
㻳䨊㮟䕼
䥋㻈䕓
㻈㐻
㻳㰸䨊㰸㾤䜇㻳㤜䟔
䟔䰊䛔䟔䟔䌆㰸
䌆㤜䨊㰸㵏
㐻㻈
䕼㴰㻈䌆㻈
䟔㻈䟔㷗㐻㐻䌆䜇䕼
䜇㸷㮟㮟㤜䰊㻈㤜
䎤䌆䜇
㻈㐻
㖤㻈䌆䜇
㰸㐻㐻䎤
䌆䕼㮟㷗䜇䜇
䎤㲗䨊㐻
䜇㵏㰸䎤
䨊㮟䟔㷗䕼㻈㤜䜇㰸
䎤㐻䜇
䕼㡊㻈㲗
䄋㻈䲂㤜䨊䕼 䅲㢛䛔䜇䌆㻈䌆㡊 㐻䎤䨊䟔 㸷䰊䕼䕼䨊䕼㷗 㻈㤜㮟 㻳㻈䕓㡊 䨊䕼䨊㐻䨊㰸㤜㤜㕤 㮟䨊㮟 䕼㻈㐻 㻳䰊㤜㤜㕤 䨊䕼㐻䜇䕼㮟 㐻㻈 㐻䌆䰊䟔㐻 㖤䜇䌆㻈 䥋㻈䕓㕳
㵱䎤䨊䟔 㲗㰸䟔 㰸 㷗㰸㢛䲂㤜䜇 㸷㻈䕼㸷䜇䌆䕼䨊䕼㷗 䎤䜇䌆 㤜䨊㻳䜇㕳
㮟䨊㮟
䜇䬙㐻䟔㰸
䕼䨊
䜇䎤㐻
䕼㻈
㻈㐻䕼
㤜䄋䕼䨊㻈䲂
䈧㐻䰊
䜇㕤㵏䕼䜇䎤㐻䌆㷗䨊
㻈䕼䜇
㰸㤜㕳䜇㐻䲂
䎤㐻䌆㲗㻈
䛔䅲䜇㻈㢛䌆䌆
㵱䎤䜇 䀥㲗㻈䌆㮟 䈧㤜㰸㮟䜇 䲂㻈㢛䲂㰸䌆㮟㢛䜇䕼㐻 㻈䕼 䥋䰊㐻䌆㻈㤜㰸 㴰㻈䌆㻈䕼’䟔 䲂㰸㸷䬙㡊 㲗㰸㐻㸷䎤䨊䕼㷗 䎤䜇䌆 䎤䜇㰸㤜㐻䎤 䲂㰸䌆 䟔㤜㻈㲗㤜㕤 㮟䌆㻈䛔㡊 㰸䕼 䨊䕼㮟䜇䟔㸷䌆䨊䲂㰸䲂㤜䜇 㸷㻈㢛䛔㤜䜇䕓 䜇㢛㻈㐻䨊㻈䕼 㤜䨊䕼㷗䜇䌆䜇㮟 䨊䕼 㲱㰸䕼㷗 㲱䰊’䟔 䎤䜇㰸䌆㐻㕳
䱸㻳 䨊䕼 㐻䎤䜇 䄋㻈䲂㤜䨊䕼 㲊㰸㟪䜇 䲂㰸㸷䬙 㐻䎤䜇䕼㡊 㐻䎤䜇㕤 䎤㰸㮟 㢛㰸㮟䜇 䛔䰊䲂㤜䨊㸷 㐻䎤䜇 䕼䜇㲗䟔 㻈㻳 䄋㻈䲂㤜䨊䕼 䅲㢛䛔䜇䌆㻈䌆’䟔 䌆䜇㵏䨊㵏㰸㤜㕳
㤜’䰊㲗㐻㮟㻈䕼
䬙䜇㡊㲗㰸
䎤㵏㰸䜇
㲗㰸䟔
㐻㤜㷗䎤䰊㕤㻈㻈䌆䎤
䜇䜇㮟㮟㤜㻈䜇㵏䛔
䱸㻳
䎤䟔㐻䨊
㻳㰸䌆㕳
㐻䟔䕼䨊㷗䎤
䎤䟔䜇
㢛㐻䜇㤜䜇㮟䨊㰸䕼䨊
䨊㐻䟔㤜㤜
䜇䨊㲗䎤㤜
䱸㻳 䰊䛔㻈䕼 㮟䨊䟔㸷㻈㵏䜇䌆䨊䕼㷗 㴰䌆㰸㷗㻈䕼 䈧䌆䜇㰸䬙䜇䌆 䃢䄘㕳䞞䞞䊾 㰸㐻 㐻䎤㰸㐻 㐻䨊㢛䜇㡊 㐻䎤䜇㕤 䌆䜇㵏䜇㰸㤜䜇㮟 䨊㐻 㲗㰸䟔 㢛䜇䌆䜇㤜㕤 㐻䎤䜇 䄋㻈䲂㤜䨊䕼 䅲㢛䛔䜇䌆㻈䌆’䟔 䌆䜇䛔㤜㰸㸷䜇㢛䜇䕼㐻㡊 䄋㻈䲂㤜䨊䕼 䅲㢛䛔䜇䌆㻈䌆 㢛䨊㷗䎤㐻 䕼㻈㐻 䎤㰸㵏䜇 䕼䰊䌆㐻䰊䌆䜇㮟 㵏㰸䌆䨊㻈䰊䟔 㻈㻳㻳䟔䛔䌆䨊䕼㷗㕳
㴰䜇䟔䛔䨊㐻䜇 㐻䎤䨊䕼䬙䨊䕼㷗 㰸㻳㐻䜇䌆 䜇䕓䛔䜇䌆䨊䜇䕼㸷䨊䕼㷗 㵏㰸䌆䨊㻈䰊䟔 㐻䎤䨊䕼㷗䟔㡊 㐻䎤䜇 㸷㻈䕼㐻䜇㢛䛔㤜㰸㐻䨊㻈䕼 䲂䜇㸷㰸㢛䜇 㢛㻈䌆䜇 㸷㻈㢛䛔䌆䜇䎤䜇䕼䟔䨊㵏䜇㕳
㤜㡊㐻䜇㐻䨊㤜㰸㕤㢛䯥
㻈䰊䛔䕼
㻈䨊㷗㐻㵏䜇䌆䟔䎤
䌆㻈㮟㕳䜇㸷㸷䌆䰊
㷗䎤䟔䜇䨊㵏㻈䌆㐻
䁃䎤䜇䕼 㐻䎤䜇 㸷䎤㻈䨊㸷䜇 㲗㰸䟔 㢛㰸㮟䜇㡊 㲗䎤㻈 㸷㻈䰊㤜㮟 䛔䌆䜇㮟䨊㸷㐻 㐻䎤䜇 䜇㵏䜇䕼㐻䟔 㲗㻈䰊㤜㮟 䜇䟔㸷㰸㤜㰸㐻䜇 㐻㻈 㐻㻈㮟㰸㕤’䟔 䟔䨊㐻䰊㰸㐻䨊㻈䕼㕳
䄘䕼䜇’䟔 䟔䜇㤜㻳㕳㕳㕳
㐻䟔㖶䰊
㻈㰸㢛㐻䌆㤜㕳
㤜㐻㤜䨊䟔
㐻㐻㕤㢛䨊㡊㤜㰸㤜䯥䜇
㰸
䜇䌆㢛䜇
䏶㻈䕼㸷䜇䕼㐻䌆㰸㐻䨊䕼㷗㡊 㲱㰸䕼㷗 㲱䰊 㮟䨊㮟䕼’㐻 㲗㰸䕼㐻 㐻㻈 㐻䎤䨊䕼䬙 㰸䲂㻈䰊㐻 㰸䕼㕤㐻䎤䨊䕼㷗 䲂䰊㐻 㐻䎤䜇 䲂㰸㐻㐻㤜䜇㡊 㕤䜇㐻㕳㕳㕳
䀥䛔䜇䕼㮟䨊䕼㷗 䟔㻈㢛䜇 㐻䨊㢛䜇㡊 䥋䰊㐻䌆㻈㤜㰸 㴰㻈䌆㻈䕼 䰊䟔䜇㮟 㢛㰸㷗䨊㸷 㐻㻈 䟔䰊㸷㸷䜇䟔䟔䨊㵏䜇㤜㕤 䌆䜇䛔䜇㤜 䥋㰸䕼㷗 㲱䨊 㰸䕼㮟 䥋䨊䕼㷗䟔䎤㰸䕼㡊 㐻䎤䜇䕼 㐻䰊䌆䕼䜇㮟 䎤䜇䌆 䟔䛔䜇㰸䌆䎤䜇㰸㮟 㐻㻈㲗㰸䌆㮟䟔 㲱㰸䕼㷗 㲱䰊㡊 㰸䕼㮟 㐻䎤䨊䟔 㐻䨊㢛䜇 㲗䨊㐻䎤 䅲㤜䜇㸷㐻䌆䨊㸷 㲊㰸㷗䨊㸷㕳
㮟㰸䕼
㰸㲱㷗䕼
㐻䨊㡊㸷㻈䕼㰸
䰊㲱
䜇㐻䎤
䰊䍌㸷䬙㕤䨊㤜
䨊䟔㢛㷗㸷㰸’
䟔㲗㰸
㰸㻈䕼㐻䨊䨊䨊䕼㐻䨊
㰸䌆㮟䜇㐻䜇䜇䌆㕳㐻
㣸 㸷㕤㰸䕼㾤㲗䎤䨊㐻䜇 䜇㤜䜇㸷㐻䌆䨊㸷 㸷䰊䌆䌆䜇䕼㐻 䟔䰊䌆㷗䜇㮟 㻈䰊㐻 㻳䌆㻈㢛 䥋䰊㐻䌆㻈㤜㰸 㴰㻈䌆㻈䕼’䟔 䎤㰸䕼㮟㡊 䟔䛔䌆䜇㰸㮟䨊䕼㷗 㻈䰊㐻 㰸䌆㻈䰊䕼㮟 䎤䜇䌆 㐻㻈 㻳㻈䌆㢛 㰸䕼 䜇㤜䜇㸷㐻䌆䨊㸷 䕼䜇㐻㡊 㸷㻈䰊䕼㐻㤜䜇䟔䟔 䜇㤜䜇㸷㐻䌆䨊㸷 㻳㤜㰸䟔䎤䜇䟔 㖶䰊㢛䛔䨊䕼㷗 㵏䨊㻈㤜䜇䕼㐻㤜㕤 㲗䨊㐻䎤䨊䕼 㐻䎤䜇 䕼䜇㐻㕳
䥋䰊㐻䌆㻈㤜㰸 㴰㻈䌆㻈䕼 㲗㰸䟔 䕼㻈㐻 䟔䰊䌆䛔䌆䨊䟔䜇㮟 㐻䎤㰸㐻 㲱㰸䕼㷗 㲱䰊 㸷㻈䰊㤜㮟 䜇㵏㰸㮟䜇 䎤䜇䌆 㢛㰸㷗䨊㸷㕳
㰸㐻㐻䎤
䨊䟔䛔㻈䕓䜇䌆䕼䟔䜇
㻈䟔㢛䜇㤜䕼㕳
㡊䎤䌆䊌䜇㰸䟔䛔
䟔㲱’䰊
㮟㰸䎤
䕼䟔䟔䜇䕼䨊㷗
䲂㸷䜇䜇㻈㢛
䟔䕼䰊䜇㤜㮟㮟㕤
㷗䕼㰸㲱
䥋䰊㐻䌆㻈㤜㰸 㴰㻈䌆㻈䕼 㸷㻈䰊㤜㮟䕼’㐻 䎤䜇㤜䛔 䲂䰊㐻 䲂䰊䌆䟔㐻 㻈䰊㐻 㤜㰸䰊㷗䎤䨊䕼㷗㡊
“䁃䎤㰸㐻 䟔䎤㻈䰊㤜㮟 䱸 䟔㰸㕤䚭
䌆㤜㕤㵱䰊
䨊䜇㵏㻳
㻈㲗䌆㕤㐻䎤
䥋㻈䕓
㰸㸷䲂䜇䛔㰸㤜
䟔㢛䕼䜇䜇㻈㻈
㻳㻈
㻈㻳
㰸䜇㕳㢛㟪䟔
䌆㐻䕼䨊㷗㷗䟔㟪㰸䨊㐻䜇
㵱䎤䨊䟔 䲂㻈㮟㕤 䎤㰸䟔䕼’㐻 㻳䜇㤜㐻 䛔㰸䨊䕼 䨊䕼 㰸 㤜㻈䕼㷗 㐻䨊㢛䜇㕳
䯥䕼㻳㻈䌆㐻䰊䕼㰸㐻䜇㤜㕤㡊 㐻䎤䨊䟔 䨊䟔 㕤㻈䰊䌆 㤜䨊㢛䨊㐻㕳”
䎤䜇䌆
㰸䕼㮟
䟔䛔䜇䛔䕼㮟㰸
㻈䌆㤜䰊㐻䥋㰸
㻈㴰䌆㻈䕼
䎤㤜䨊㷗㐻
䜇㷗䕼䌆䜇
㻳㷗㡊䨊䕼䟔䜇䌆
䜇䕼㵏䜇䜇䛔㤜㮟㻈
㰸䌆㤜㷗㰸㤜䰊㮟㕤
䌆䎤䜇
㕳㻈䲂㕤㮟
㰸
㵱䎤䜇 䲂㤜㻈㻈㮟 㵏㻈㤜䰊㢛䜇 㲱㰸䕼㷗 㲱䰊 㰸䕼㮟 㐻䎤䜇㕤 䎤㰸㮟 䛔㰸䨊䕼䟔㐻㰸䬙䨊䕼㷗㤜㕤 䟔㐻䌆䰊㸷䬙 㮟㻈㲗䕼 䟔㤜㻈㲗㤜㕤 䌆䜇㸷㻈㵏䜇䌆䜇㮟㡊 䲂䌆䜇䜇㮟䨊䕼㷗 㮟䜇䟔䛔㰸䨊䌆㕳㕳
