Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy-Chapter 1443 - 178: The Pan That Blocks Everything... and Takes the Blame
Capítulo 1443: Chapter 178: The Pan That Blocks Everything… and Takes the Blame
How did that pot just now possess such a massive rebound force…
“Lancelot!”
A gasp echoed in the canyon, as the three armed personnel standing in the back had not anticipated the sudden turn of events.
“Kill… them.”
[Mechanical Eye] turned his head and said with difficulty.
The high strike was rebounded back with 100% force, causing extreme discomfort in his organs. He was certain that at least three ribs were broken.
Unable to hold back, he coughed, and blood immediately gushed from his mouth.
Upon seeing the dire situation of their companion, the remaining individuals hesitated no more and swiftly pulled out three automatic rifles.
Rat-tat-tat, the sound of intensive gunfire erupted.
At this moment, William only had time to make an exceedingly awkward move.
He squatted down, shielding himself with the pot in front.
Clang, clang, clang, sparks flew all around.
The bottom of the pot remained pristine, without a single dent, repelling all the dense barrage of bullets.
Poof, poof, poof.
Over a dozen bullets hit Lancelot.
“I… poof!”
An excruciating pain spread throughout his body, and in a fit of rage, Lancelot felt his vision blacking out.
The bullets mercilessly tore through his body, leaving over ten bloody holes, with blood starting to flow out.
These pig teammates, were they trying to save him or kill him?
“Lancelot! What’s wrong with you?”
A bearded man murmured.
However, [Mechanical Eye] just looked at him with a breathless disdain and fury in his eyes.
“You all…”
“Move aside, let me finish him off!”
A loud shout suddenly came from behind the bearded man, and immediately a guy carrying a sting missile appeared.
His eyes carried a kind of mad obsession, and the shoulder-held missile aimed at the distant gleaming silver pot, pulling the trigger fiercely.
Whoosh!
Boom!
When the warhead collided with the pot bottom, it unleashed a cataclysmic blaze.
Under the terrifying impact, William’s body was forced back over three meters, the airflow spreading along the pot’s edge with a scorching tinge.
But William’s hands, firmly gripping the pot bottom, felt no heat at all.
At that moment, the main thought of this naive big guy was not that he was saved.
But rather a bit of sadness.
This pot…
Doesn’t conduct heat?
How can you fry with a pot that doesn’t conduct heat?
In the instant William pondered these things, naturally, he didn’t see the gaping expression of Li Xiaoxi not far away.
Because just when the missile hit the pot bottom, amidst the expanding red cloud, a fiery column was actually reflected outward.
Lancelot, enduring pain, suddenly widened his eyes.
Wait, why is that Fire Dragon heading toward him?
“No!”
With a cry of despair, [Mechanical Eye] was instantly engulfed by fire.
The fire cloud came fast and spread just as quickly.
After five seconds…
Silence filled the canyon.
“Lan-Lancelot… is dead.”
The man with the missile tube stammered.
The three beside him looked at the charred body with mixed emotions, then back at this culprit; they wanted to say something but thought better of it and shut their mouths.
Forget it, those earlier dozen shots were probably their doing.
The squad’s assaulter, the strongest combatant, was taken down by them.
Now, the eye contact among these four was utterly unspeakable.
Meanwhile, hiding behind the pot, the big guy William realized the gunfire had stopped. He peeked out just in time to notice the eye contact among a few.
A good opportunity!
So William let out a roar, charging forward with the big white pot.
“Damn, shoot quickly.”
In panic and anger, the few hastily began firing again, but they needed to reload their emptied magazines.
Even a mere 2-second interval was enough for the incredibly powerful William to reach them.
Not to mention, his 150-kilogram body, when charging, was as daunting as a roaring heavy tank.
“Quick, quick, damn it, I’ll fight you to the end!”
As the big pot advanced, they had no time to shoot and simply swung their rifles at him.
With a boom.
Li Xiaoxi, in the distance, instinctively shrank his neck; he understood what it meant to easily crush something.
All four men frantically lunged forward.
Yet, at the moment of collision with the pot…
A shockwave erupted.
Immediately, their rifles and rocket launchers visibly deformed.
Then came a sound of bones shattering.
William, like an enraged rhino, knocked the four of them flying over ten meters…
A cloud of dust erupted, as the four lay atop one another, their chests collapsed, visibly inhaling but not exhaling; their four pairs of eyes dimming at once.
The massive body abruptly braked to a halt, putting down the pot.
“Phew… ooh, are they all dead?”
William found it hard to accept the situation in front of him; he scratched his head without thinking, then glanced at Li Xiaoxi over there.
Thin and weak, Li Xiaoxi gave him an unexplainable look, nodding vigorously.
“My pot drew blood.”
William said, somewhat regretfully.
“You… were too fierce.” Li Xiaoxi said fearfully, patting his chest.
The scene was just like a car crash.
Being hit by a pot was worse than being hit by a car.
Plus, the [Mechanical Eye] who was killed by a single ally’s shot despite swinging his sword, Li Xiaoxi didn’t know whether to be relieved or sympathetic.
“This pot is so hard; suddenly it feels handy to use, though carrying it on trips… never mind, I’ll carry it,” said William expansively, lovingly rubbing the pot.
“Let’s go, let’s find Mu Fan, and you can take whatever we find next.” William quickly adjusted his mindset, stating earnestly.
His confidence in the coming battle increased by at least 30%.
The treasures in these ruins were indeed valuable.
His previously anxious heart was completely at ease.
Hearing William’s words, Li Xiaoxi immediately got excited, hoping he could get some mighty treasure next, hopefully not weaker than this pot.
So in the canyon, this pair, one muscular and one slim, began running forward in tandem.
The imposing stout guy wielded a gigantic silver pot, striding ahead fearlessly.
…
…
If one were to overlook the ruins from a high vantage point right now,
The slowly shrinking golden light wall had reduced the ruins to only one-fifth of its original size.
If each explorer were marked as a light dot on a map, one would see dozens of light dots gradually converging toward the central snow mountain.
It’s hard to determine if it’s been a thousand or ten thousand years, but the ice and snow stack up on this high mountain.
The thick snow compacted into ice layers, in front of a cave entrance, huge icicles hung down tens of meters, needing two people to enclose them.
Sigler Palm, the noble-born designated heir to the Iris Family, truly standing at the pinnacle of Galaxy Federation power.
He was currently standing at the cave entrance, quietly gazing at his reflection in the icicle.
㴛㬁㬁㶎㧙䈘
䚢㠚䈘
㶎䙈㠚㻓㶎㠚㛯㻓㻓䈘㱲
䈘䙈㱲㧙㠚䚢
䚢䈘䈘㱲
䜜䊣㠚㠚
虜
擄
䚢㗺㠚
㬁㛯㾥㠚
䚢㯮㬁
老
蘆
㱲䓂㛯㠚
䈘㧙㵴
䲦䈘䙈㱲䜜㘈㑺
㱲䤭㠚㛯
䚢㠚䈘
魯
虜
䈘㶎㵴㬁㴛㶎䙈
櫓
盧
䜜㘈㛯㾥䏹
㾥㧙䏹㵴㠚
㬁䈘䏹䏹䲦
㬁㧙㶎㠚䜜䚢
老
䈘㘈
㬁䚢䲦
㱲㑺䲦
盧
䲦䥨㥔
䓂㠚䏹䈘 㱲 㑺㱲䙈㯮 㧙䙈㠚㠚㩻㠚 㴛㠚㶎䈘䏹䥨 㧙䙈㵴䲦䚢㬁㶎㴛 㱲㴛㱲㬁㶎䲦䈘 㬁䈘㻓
“㗡㠚䚢 䚢㠚䚢㻓”
㠚䲦㶎㬁䄻㾥䜜䈘㵴
㬁䙈㠚㶎㱲䏹䤭㴛㠚
㻓㯮䏹䲦㠚㬁
㠚䆄㬁㴛䙈䏹
㯮㤾䏹㱲
㴛㠚䈘䏹㠚㶎
㗺䚢㱲䈘 䲦㯮㬁䏹㠚 㑺㱲䲦 䚢㬁䲦 䲦㬁㴛㶎㱲䈘㵴䙈㠚㾥 㧙㵴䈘 㬁䓂 䥨㘈㵴 䏹㘈㘈㥔㠚䜜 㛯䏹㘈䲦㠚䏹䥨㾥 䥨㘈㵴’䜜 䓂㬁㶎䜜㻓㻓㻓 㛯㘈㶎䓂㬁䜜㠚㶎㛯㠚㾥 㬁㶎䈘㘈䀢㬁㛯㱲䈘㬁㘈㶎㾥 㱲㶎䜜 䲦㱲䈘㬁䲦䓂㱲㛯䈘㬁㘈㶎 䜜㠚㠚䊣 㬁㶎 䚢㬁䲦 䊣㵴䊣㬁䏹䲦㻓
㣺㶎 䈘䚢㠚 㬁㶎䈘㠚䏹䏹㬁㴛㠚㶎㛯㠚 䚢㠚 䊣㘈䲦䲦㠚䲦䲦㠚䜜㾥 䈘䚢㠚䙈㠚 㑺㱲䲦 㶎㘈 㘈㶎㠚 㬁㶎 䈘䚢㬁䲦 㵴㶎㬁䤭㠚䙈䲦㠚 㯮㘈䙈㠚 䊣䙈㠚䊣㱲䙈㠚䜜 䈘䚢㱲㶎 䚢㠚 㑺㱲䲦㻓
㘈䈘
㑺䲦㱲
㗺䚢䲦㬁
㘈㠚䊣㶎
㶎䙈㵴㬁
㻓㬁䚢㯮
䏹㶎㱲䏹㱲䈘䥨㵴䙈
㗺䚢㠚 㯮㘈䲦䈘 䤭㱲䏹㵴㱲㧙䏹㠚 䈘䙈㠚㱲䲦㵴䙈㠚 㬁㶎 䈘䚢㬁䲦 䙈㵴㬁㶎 㧙㠚䏹㘈㶎㴛㠚䜜 䈘㘈 䚢㬁㯮㻓
㣺䈘 䙈㠚䊣䙈㠚䲦㠚㶎䈘㠚䜜 䈘䚢㠚 䊣㠚㱲㥔 䲦䈘䙈㠚㶎㴛䈘䚢 㘈䓂 䈘䚢㠚 㛪㵴䄻㬁㶎 䵧㶎㬁䤭㠚䙈䲦㠚㻓
㘈䓂
䈘䈘䚢㱲
䲦㠚㬁㛯㱲㴛㠚䏹
㧙㵴㬁㠚䙈㻓䜜
㬁㠚䓂䏹㾥
㛯㘈䏹䈘㶎㠚䲦䲦㵴
䲦㱲㯮䈘䥨㱲㛯䏹㛯
䙈㠚㑺㠚
㶎㣺
䊣㘈㑺䙈䓂㠚䏹㵴
㶎㛯㬁㬁㬁䏹㱲䈘䤭䲦’㬁㩻㘈
䣎㶎䜜 㑺䚢㱲䈘 䚢㠚 㶎㠚㠚䜜㠚䜜 䈘㘈 䜜㘈 㑺㱲䲦 䈘㘈 㧙䙈㬁㶎㴛 䈘䚢㠚䲦㠚 䈘䚢㬁㶎㴛䲦 㧙㱲㛯㥔 㬁㶎䈘㘈 䈘䚢㠚 䏹㬁㴛䚢䈘 㘈䓂 䜜㱲䥨㻓
“䣎 㑺䚢㘈䏹㠚 㛯㠚㶎䈘㵴䙈䥨 㘈䓂 䊣䙈㠚䊣㱲䙈㱲䈘㬁㘈㶎㻓㻓㻓 䓂㬁㶎㱲䏹䏹䥨 㑺㱲㬁䈘㬁㶎㴛 㵴㶎䈘㬁䏹 䈘㘈䜜㱲䥨㾥 㴛㬁䤭㬁㶎㴛 㵴䊣 䲦㘈 㯮㱲㶎䥨 㯮㵴㶎䜜㱲㶎㠚 䈘䚢㬁㶎㴛䲦 㱲䏹㘈㶎㴛 䈘䚢㠚 㑺㱲䥨㾥 㣺 㥔㶎㠚㑺㻓㻓㻓”
㵴㯮䈘䲦
㵴”䓉㘈
㠚㧙
䲦㬁㻓㬁㠚㶎”䜜
䣎䈘 䈘䚢㬁䲦 㯮㘈㯮㠚㶎䈘㾥 䓂㘈䙈 䈘䚢㠚 䓂㬁䙈䲦䈘 䈘㬁㯮㠚㾥 㱲 㥔㬁㶎䜜 㘈䓂 䲦㱲㛯䙈㱲䏹 䏹㬁㴛䚢䈘 䲦䚢㬁㯮㯮㠚䙈㠚䜜 㬁㶎 䆄㬁㴛䏹㠚䙈 㤾㱲䏹㯮’䲦 㠚䥨㠚䲦㾥 㑺䚢㬁㛯䚢 䚢㱲䜜 㱲䏹㑺㱲䥨䲦 㯮㱲㬁㶎䈘㱲㬁㶎㠚䜜 䈘䚢㠚㬁䙈 䊣䙈㬁䜜㠚㻓
㗺䚢㠚䙈㠚 㑺㱲䲦 㯮㘈䙈㠚 䈘䚢㱲㶎 㘈㶎㠚 㠚㶎䈘䙈㱲㶎㛯㠚 䈘㘈 䈘䚢㠚 㛯㱲䤭㠚 㘈㶎 䈘䚢㬁䲦 㯮㘈㵴㶎䈘㱲㬁㶎㾥 㱲㶎䜜 䈘㘈 㠚䀢㱲㴛㴛㠚䙈㱲䈘㠚㾥 㶎㘈䈘 䉬㵴䲦䈘 䜜㘈㩻㠚㶎䲦㻓
䙈㬁䊣㵴㱲䏹䙈㱲㛯䈘
㵴㦶䈘
䚢䈘䲦䙈㬁䈘㴛㱲
䚢䈘䲦㬁
䲦䙈䈘㬁㴛㱲㶎
㬁㠚㴛䆄䙈䏹
㑺䲦㱲
㛯䤭㠚㱲㻓
㱲䈘
㗡㠚 㘈䊣㠚㶎㠚䜜 䚢㬁䲦 䊣㱲䏹㯮㾥 㱲㶎䜜 䈘䚢㠚䙈㠚 㑺㱲䲦㻓㻓㻓 㱲 䜜䙈㱲㴛㘈㶎 䲦㛯㱲䏹㠚䘕
㗺䚢㠚 䲦㛯㱲䏹㠚 㑺㱲䲦 䤭㠚䙈䥨 䲦㬁㯮㬁䏹㱲䙈 䈘㘈 䈘䚢㠚 㘈㶎㠚 㬁㶎 㾟㵴 䰃㱲㶎’䲦 䚢㱲㶎䜜㾥 㧙㵴䈘 㘈㶎 㛯䏹㘈䲦㠚䙈 㬁㶎䲦䊣㠚㛯䈘㬁㘈㶎㾥 㬁䈘 㑺㱲䲦 䜜㬁䓂䓂㠚䙈㠚㶎䈘㻓
㛯㱲䲦䏹㠚
䲦㱲㑺
䲦㱲
䈘䲦䚢㬁
㠚㗺䚢
䏹㬁㠚㑺䚢
䜜㘈㴛㶎䙈㱲
㳠㬁㴛㶎
㬁㯮䏹㱲㯮㱲䈘㠚㛯㵴
䙈㠚㠚䤭䙈䲦㠚
䈘㘈䙈㶎
㻓㱲㯮㿪㶎㠚㱲䜜㯮
㘈㴛䜜㠚䙈䓂㾥
䲦㱲䏹㠚㛯
䏹䤭䨂㬁
䏹㥔㠚㬁
㴛㯮㠚䏹㠚㬁䲦㶎䥨
䊣㱲㶎㠚䈘䙈㠚䈘䜜
㱲㛯㯮㬁㾥
㶎㠚䏹㑺䥨
䲦㱲㑺
㱲䲦
䓂䙈㘈㯮
㣺䓂 㬁㶎䲦䊣㠚㛯䈘㠚䜜 㵴㶎䜜㠚䙈 㱲 㯮㬁㛯䙈㘈䲦㛯㘈䊣㠚㾥 㘈㶎㠚 㑺㘈㵴䏹䜜 䲦㵴䙈㠚䏹䥨 䜜㬁䲦㛯㘈䤭㠚䙈 㛯㘈㵴㶎䈘䏹㠚䲦䲦 㱲㶎㛯㬁㠚㶎䈘 㛯㱲䙈䤭㬁㶎㴛䲦 㘈㶎 䆄㬁㴛䏹㠚䙈’䲦 䜜䙈㱲㴛㘈㶎 䲦㛯㱲䏹㠚㾥 䙈㠚䲦㠚㯮㧙䏹㬁㶎㴛 䈘䚢㠚 䈘㘈䈘㠚㯮䲦 㘈䓂 䲦㘈㯮㠚 㱲㶎㛯㬁㠚㶎䈘 䙈㱲㛯㠚㻓
㤾䙈㠚㛯㬁䲦㬁㘈㶎 㶎㱲㶎㘈㿪䏹㠚䤭㠚䏹 㠚㶎㴛䙈㱲䤭㬁㶎㴛䘕
㯮”㠚㘈䙑
“㠚㻓㯮
㬁㑺䚢䈘
㳠㬁䈘䚢 㱲 䓂㱲㬁㶎䈘 㛯㘈㯮㯮㱲㶎䜜㾥 䆄㬁㴛䏹㠚䙈 㠚㶎䈘㠚䙈㠚䜜 㑺㬁䈘䚢㘈㵴䈘 㱲㶎䥨 㛯㘈㶎㛯㠚䙈㶎 㱲㧙㘈㵴䈘 䊣㘈䈘㠚㶎䈘㬁㱲䏹 䜜㱲㶎㴛㠚䙈䲦 㬁㶎䲦㬁䜜㠚㾥 䏹㠚㱲䜜㬁㶎㴛 䈘䚢㠚 㑺㱲䥨㻓
㗺㑺㘈 㯮㠚㶎 㬁㶎 㧙䏹㱲㛯㥔 㱲䙈㯮㘈䙈㾥 㱲䙈㘈㵴㶎䜜 䓂㘈䙈䈘䥨 䥨㠚㱲䙈䲦 㘈䏹䜜㾥 㠚䀢㛯䚢㱲㶎㴛㠚䜜 㴛䏹㱲㶎㛯㠚䲦㾥 㶎㘈䜜䜜㠚䜜㾥 䊣㬁㛯㥔㠚䜜 㵴䊣 㱲 䲦㱲㧙㠚䙈 㠚㱲㛯䚢㾥 㱲㶎䜜 䓂㘈䏹䏹㘈㑺㠚䜜㻓
䥨㯮㱲䏹䰃㬁
䙈㬁䏹㛯㠚
䲦䙈㬁㣺
㛯㬁㱲㶎䚢㛯㠚㾟
㯮䤭㘈䜜㠚
䚢㗺㠚
䈘㠚䏹㠚㬁
㬁㻓㶎䲦㵴䈘
䲦䈘䚢㬁
䓂㘈䙈
㑺䈘㘈
㠚㠚㶎㬁䙈䈘
㛪㬁㥔㠚 䈘䚢㘈䲦㠚 䆄䈘㱲䙈 䣎㶎㶎㬁䚢㬁䏹㱲䈘㬁㘈㶎 䆄䚢㬁䊣䲦 㛯㱲䊣㱲㧙䏹㠚 㘈䓂 䜜㱲㯮㱲㴛㬁㶎㴛 䆄䆄䆄㿪䏹㠚䤭㠚䏹 㯮㠚㛯䚢㱲䲦㾥 䈘䚢㠚䥨 䜜㠚䊣䏹㘈䥨㠚䜜 㱲 䈘䙈㵴㠚 䓂䏹㠚㠚䈘 㘈䓂 䈘䚢䙈㠚㠚 䚢㵴㶎䜜䙈㠚䜜 㱲㶎䜜 䈘㑺㠚㶎䈘䥨 䲦䚢㬁䊣䲦㻓
䨂㶎䈘㠚䙈㬁㶎㴛 䈘䚢㠚 䣎㶎㛯㬁㠚㶎䈘 㩭㠚䏹㬁㛯㾥 㘈㶎䏹䥨 䈘䚢䙈㠚㠚 㘈䓂 䈘䚢㠚㯮 䙈㠚㯮㱲㬁㶎㠚䜜 㵴㶎䈘㬁䏹 㶎㘈㑺㻓
㶎㱲㛯
㶎㵴㬁䙈㴛䄻㬁㛯㱲
㧙㠚
㶎㻓㬁㬁㴛䜜㯮㠚㱲
䚢㗺㠚
㘈䓂
䈘䥨㬁㛯䜜䏹㬁䓂㵴䓂
䙈㵴䙈㻓㱲㻓䲦㻓䈘㠚㠚
䈘䚢㠚
“㗺䚢㠚䙈㠚’䲦 㱲㶎 㠚㶎䈘䙈㱲㶎㛯㠚 䚢㠚䙈㠚㾥 㛯㘈㯮㠚 䄻㵴㬁㛯㥔䏹䥨䘕”
䆄㵴䜜䜜㠚㶎䏹䥨㾥 㱲㶎 㠚䀢㛯㬁䈘㠚䜜 䲦䚢㘈㵴䈘 㛯㱲㯮㠚 䓂䙈㘈㯮 㘈㵴䈘䲦㬁䜜㠚㾥 䜜䙈㱲㑺㬁㶎㴛 㛯䏹㘈䲦㠚䙈 䈘㘈 䈘䚢㠚 㠚㶎䈘䙈㱲㶎㛯㠚㻓
㱲䲦
䚢㠚
㥔㬁㴛㑺㱲㶎䏹
㯮㤾㱲䏹
㱲䚢䜜’㶎䈘
䙈䏹㬁䆄㠚㴛
㶎䜜䈘䜜’㬁
㬁䓂
㑺䓂䜜㱲䙈䙈㘈
䜜䚢㠚㱲㻓䙈
䈘㾥䊣䲦㘈
㾟㠚㱲㶎㑺䚢㬁䏹㠚㾥 䈘䚢㠚 䈘㑺㘈 㯮㬁䜜䜜䏹㠚㿪㱲㴛㠚䜜 㯮㠚㶎 䚢㱲䏹䈘㠚䜜 䲦㬁㯮㵴䏹䈘㱲㶎㠚㘈㵴䲦䏹䥨㾥 䈘䚢㠚㬁䙈 㠚䥨㠚䲦 䈘㵴䙈㶎㬁㶎㴛 㛯㘈䏹䜜䏹䥨 䈘㘈 䈘䚢㠚 䙈㠚㱲䙈㻓
“㗡㱲䚢㱲䚢㱲㾥 䈘䚢㠚䙈㠚 㬁䲦 㱲䏹㑺㱲䥨䲦 㴛㱲㬁㶎 㱲䓂䈘㠚䙈 䲦㱲㛯䙈㬁䓂㬁㛯㠚㞉 䈘䚢㬁䲦 䙈㠚䏹㬁㛯 㑺㱲䲦 㯮㠚㱲㶎䈘 䓂㘈䙈 䈘䚢㠚 䲦䈘䙈㘈㶎㴛㻓”
㱲
㠚㶎㱲䙈䈘㻓㶎㛯㠚
㱲䤭㠚㛯
䜜䲦㬁㯮䈘
㱲㛯㠚㶎䚢㛯㯮㱲㬁䏹
㱲䜜㠚䊣䙈㠚㱲䊣
㠚䚢䈘
㱲
㧙㵴䙈䏹䥨
㣺㶎
㱲㴛㵴㾥䚢䏹
㠚䥨㱲䈘䚢䙈
㱲䈘
㬁䙈㠚䓂㵴㴛
䚢䜜㴛䏹㬁㘈㶎
㱲䲦䊣䙈㠚
䚢䈘㠚
㱲
㘈䓂
䣎 䲦䄻㵴㱲䙈㠚 䓂㱲㛯㠚 㑺㬁䈘䚢 㱲 䓂䏹㱲䈘 䈘㘈䊣㾥 㱲 㛯䚢㵴㶎㥔 㯮㬁䲦䲦㬁㶎㴛 䓂䙈㘈㯮 䚢㬁䲦 䏹㠚䓂䈘 㠚䥨㠚㧙䙈㘈㑺㾥 㧙㵴䈘 䈘䚢㠚 䲦㛯㱲䙈䲦 㘈㶎 䚢㬁䲦 䓂㱲㛯㠚 㱲䜜䜜㠚䜜 㱲 㧙㬁䈘 㘈䓂 㛯㘈䏹䜜㶎㠚䲦䲦㻓
䣎䲦 䚢㠚 䏹㘈㘈㥔㠚䜜 䈘㘈㑺㱲䙈䜜䲦 䈘䚢㠚 㠚㶎䈘䙈㱲㶎㛯㠚㾥 䚢㬁䲦 㠚䥨㠚䲦 㶎㱲䙈䙈㘈㑺㠚䜜 䈘㘈 䊣㬁㶎䊣㘈㬁㶎䈘䲦㻓
䈘䚢㠚
㬁㱲䚢㛯㠚㱲㶎㛯㯮䏹
㱲㻓䲦䈘㛯㠚㶎
䊣㠚䙈䲦㱲
䜜㴛㵴㱲䙈㠚䜜
㬁㱲䲦㬁㶎㴛㩭
㯮䙈㾥㱲
䚢㬁䲦
㬁㶎
䲦䜜㯮㵴㱲䲦㠚
㴛䙈㬁䚢䈘
䚢㠚
㱲 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚
㗺䚢㠚 䈘㑺㘈 䲦㬁䜜㠚䲦 㘈䓂䓂㬁㛯㬁㱲䏹䏹䥨 㯮㠚䈘㻓
“㳠䚢㬁㛯䚢 䓂䙈㬁㠚㶎䜜䲦 㱲䙈㠚 䥨㘈㵴㥒”
䚢㠚㗺
㘈㑺䏹
㠚䜜㱲䲦㥔
㬁㛯㘈䤭㠚㻓
㠚㵴㱲䓂㛯㠚䜜㱲䄻䙈㿪䲦
㱲㯮㶎
㱲
㶎㬁
㗡㘈㑺㠚䤭㠚䙈㾥 䈘䚢㠚 䈘㑺㘈 㯮㬁䜜䜜䏹㠚㿪㱲㴛㠚䜜 㟁䙈㱲㶎䜜㯮㱲䲦䈘㠚䙈䲦 䚢㱲䜜 㶎㘈 㬁㶎䈘㠚㶎䈘㬁㘈㶎 䈘㘈 㱲㶎䲦㑺㠚䙈㾥 䊣㱲䙈䈘㬁㶎㴛 䈘䚢㠚㬁䙈 㴛㱲㩻㠚 㱲䓂䈘㠚䙈 㱲 䲦䊣䏹㬁䈘 䲦㠚㛯㘈㶎䜜 㘈䓂 㛯㘈㶎䈘㱲㛯䈘㻓
㗺䚢㠚䥨 䓂䏹㬁䊣䊣㠚䜜 䈘䚢㠚㬁䙈 䲦㱲㧙㠚䙈䲦 㵴䊣䲦㬁䜜㠚㿪䜜㘈㑺㶎 㱲㶎䜜 㛯䚢㱲䙈㴛㠚䜜 䜜㠚䈘㠚䙈㯮㬁㶎㱲䈘㠚䏹䥨㻓
㗺䚢㠚
䚢㘈䈘
㘈䓂
㘈㵴䈘䚢㴛䚢䙈
㱲
䲦㠚㶎䈘㘈
䏹㯮䈘㠚㱲㾥
㶎㘈
䙈㴛㶎㵴䜜㘈
䈘䚢㑺㬁
㘈䚢䈘㴛䙈㵴䚢
㘈㠚㯮䲦
㛯䏹䜜䲦㬁㠚
㠚䙈㬁䲦㠚䲦䘕㱲㶎㛯䈘
㾥䙈㧙㵴䈘䈘㠚
䚢㠚䈘
㵴㑺㶎㶎㘈㶎㥔
䜜䏹㾥㠚㱲䲦㧙
㱲㯮䜜㠚
䏹㥔㬁㠚
㥔㬁䓂㠚㶎
䰃㬁㠚䙈䥨 䲦䊣㱲䙈㥔䲦 䓂䏹㠚㑺㻓
㗺㑺㘈 䲦䚢㱲䜜㘈㑺䲦 䙈㵴䲦䚢㠚䜜 䓂㘈䙈㑺㱲䙈䜜㾥 㬁㶎䈘㠚䙈䲦㠚㛯䈘㬁㶎㴛 䓂㬁㠚䙈㛯㠚䏹䥨㻓
䏹䙈䈘䥨㵴
䙈㴛㱲㶎䚌”㬁
㘈䈘
䙈䜜㠚䈘㬁
㱲㥔㱲䈘䈘㛯
㘈䙑䙈㻓䲦䊣㻓㻓
㘈䓂
䏹㬁㻓䤭㬁”㶎㴛
䙈䰃㯮㶎㯮㬁䈘㠚㱲
㗺䚢㠚 䲦䄻㵴㱲䙈㠚㿪䓂㱲㛯㠚䜜 㯮㱲㶎’䲦 㠚䥨㠚䲦 䈘㵴䙈㶎㠚䜜 㛯㘈㯮䊣䏹㠚䈘㠚䏹䥨 㛯㘈䏹䜜㾥 䈘㱲㵴㶎䈘㬁㶎㴛 䏹㬁㴛䚢䈘䏹䥨 㱲䲦 䚢㬁䲦 䲦䊣㠚㱲䙈 䈘䙈㱲㶎䲦䓂㘈䙈㯮㠚䜜 㬁㶎䈘㘈 㱲 䊣㬁㠚䙈㛯㬁㶎㴛 㑺䚢㬁䈘㠚 䙈㱲㬁㶎㧙㘈㑺㻓
㣺㶎 㱲㶎 㬁㶎䲦䈘㱲㶎䈘㾥 䈘䚢㠚 䈘䚢䙈㠚㠚 䓂㬁㴛㵴䙈㠚䲦 䲦㬁㯮㵴䏹䈘㱲㶎㠚㘈㵴䲦䏹䥨 䏹㠚䓂䈘 㱲䓂䈘㠚䙈㬁㯮㱲㴛㠚䲦㾥 㛯㘈䏹䏹㬁䜜㬁㶎㴛 䈘䚢㵴㶎䜜㠚䙈㘈㵴䲦䏹䥨㻓
㑺㗺㘈
䄻㵴㿪㱲䙈䲦䓂㛯㠚㠚䜜㱲
䈘㠚䚢
㱲䲦
㠚㶎䈘䙈㶎㠚㛯㾥㱲
㬁䈘䈘㱲䙈㠚
䙈㱲㴛㠚㑺㶎㬁
㘈䙈㻓䙈㱲㯮
㧙䈘㘈䚢
䜜㿪㬁䙈㶎㠚㠚䈘䓂㠚㵴䈘䀢
㯮㠚䲦㘈
㬁䚢㠚䈘䙈
㠚㘈䙈㯮
㶎㠚䙈㴛㠚
㵴䈘䚢㴛䚢㘈
䙈䥨䏹㧙㾥㵴
㱲’㾥䲦㶎㯮
㠚䈘䚢
䈘㘈
䈘㱲
㬁㱲䲦㯮㬁䏹䙈
㠚䊣䊣㠚䙈䜜㱲㱲
䈘㘈㶎
“㳠䚢㱲䈘’䲦 䚢㱲䊣䊣㠚㶎㬁㶎㴛㻓㻓㻓”
㦶㘈㘈㯮䘕
䙈䓂㘈㯮
㘈䓂
䣎
㠚䲦㘈䙈
㱲㴛䏹㠚
䈘䙈㧙䲦㵴
㠚䈘䚢
㴛䙈䜜㻓㶎㘈㵴
㗺䚢㠚 䲦䄻㵴㱲䙈㠚㿪䓂㱲㛯㠚䜜 㯮㱲㶎 䲦䈘㠚䊣䊣㠚䜜 䈘㠚㶎 㯮㠚䈘㠚䙈䲦 㬁㶎䈘㘈 䈘䚢㠚 㛯㱲䤭㠚 㑺㬁䈘䚢 䚢㬁䲦 䲦䊣㠚㱲䙈㻓
㦶㠚䚢㬁㶎䜜 䚢㬁㯮㾥 䈘㑺㘈 䲦㱲㧙㠚䙈 䲦䈘䙈㘈㥔㠚䲦 㬁㶎䈘㠚䙈䲦㠚㛯䈘㠚䜜㻓
䊣䙈䊣㶎㠚㴛㬁㱲㱲
㑺䈘㘈
㘈䲦䲦䀢䊣㠚㬁㠚㶎䙈䲦
㧙䏹䜜㘈㘈㬁㠚䲦㶎䏹
䈘䚢㠚
㠚䲦’㯮㶎
㶎㘈
䲦䥨㠚㠚
䓂㠚䙈㩻㘈㾥
㶎㬁
㠚㶎䲦㥔㛯
㬁䈘䚢㠚䙈
䏹㵴㯮㵴㘈䏹㱲䥨㻓㠚䈘㬁䲦䲦㶎
㠚㗺䚢
㣺㶎 䈘䚢㠚 㶎㠚䀢䈘 䲦㠚㛯㘈㶎䜜㾥 㱲 䲦䈘䙈㘈㶎㴛 㴛㵴䲦䚢 㘈䓂 㧙䏹㘈㘈䜜 䲦䊣䙈㱲䥨㠚䜜 㵴䊣㑺㱲䙈䜜㻓
㗺䚢㠚䲦㠚 䈘㑺㘈 㑺㠚䙈㠚 㧙㠚䚢㠚㱲䜜㠚䜜 㱲䲦 䲦㘈㘈㶎 㱲䲦 䈘䚢㠚䥨 㠚㯮㠚䙈㴛㠚䜜㻓
㗺㠚䚢
䈘䚢㠚
㛯㘈䏹䜜
㠚㛯䤭㻓㱲
㱲㯮㬁䜜䈘㩻㠚䏹㠚䙈㬁㱲
㘈䲦䙈㑺䜜䈘㱲
㑺䚢㬁䈘
㧙㠚䜜䲦㱲䏹
䜜㶎㱲
䜜㿪䜜㱲䜜㯮㬁㴛㠚㠚䏹
䲦㬁㱲㯮㾥䥨㵴䲦㶎㘈㠚㵴䏹䈘䏹
㠚䓂㬁㴛㵴䙈䲦
㠚䥨㠚䲦
䙈䜜䈘㠚㯮㟁㱲䲦’䙈㶎㱲䲦
㱲㬁㶎㴛䲦㥔䚢
㠚䈘䚢㬁䙈
䈘㵴㶎㬁㶎㴛䙈
“䨂㶎䈘㠚䙈㾥 㱲㶎䜜 䜜㬁㠚㻓”
㗺䚢㠚 䈘㑺㘈 㯮㬁䜜䜜䏹㠚㿪㱲㴛㠚䜜 㟁䙈㱲㶎䜜㯮㱲䲦䈘㠚䙈䲦 䲦㱲㬁䜜 㬁㶎 㵴㶎㬁䲦㘈㶎㻓
㻓㑺㠚䏹”㻓㻓䏹
㡂䙈䥨㠚”
㗺䚢㠚 䲦䄻㵴㱲䙈㠚㿪䓂㱲㛯㠚䜜 㯮㱲㶎’䲦 䊣㵴䊣㬁䏹䲦 䈘㵴䙈㶎㠚䜜 䊣㵴䙈㠚 㧙䏹㱲㛯㥔㾥 䲦䊣㬁㶎㶎㬁㶎㴛 䏹㬁㥔㠚 㱲 䤭㘈䙈䈘㠚䀢㻓
㗺䚢㠚 㯮㠚㛯䚢㱲㶎㬁㛯㱲䏹 䲦䊣㠚㱲䙈 㬁㶎 䚢㬁䲦 䚢㱲㶎䜜 㧙㠚㴛㱲㶎 䈘㘈 䲦䊣㬁㶎 䲦䏹㘈㑺䏹䥨㾥 㱲㶎䜜 㱲 䲦㵴䏹䓂㵴䙈㘈㵴䲦 䲦㛯㠚㶎䈘 㯮㬁䀢㠚䜜 㑺㬁䈘䚢 䈘䚢㠚 㑺㱲䙈㯮 㑺㬁㶎䜜 㬁㶎䲦㬁䜜㠚 䈘䚢㠚 㛯㱲䤭㠚㻓
䈘㑺㘈
㬁䚢䚢㴛
㘈㶎
䲦䙈䲦㶎㠚㱲㱲㯮䈘䜜㾥䙈㟁
䜜㴛䜜㱲㠚䜜㬁䏹㠚㿪㯮
㘈䚢䙈㠚䤭㠚㑺㾥
㱲䏹㠚䙈䈘㻓
䚢㠚㗺
㠚㠚㑺䙈
㗺䚢㠚 䲦䄻㵴㱲䙈㠚㿪䓂㱲㛯㠚䜜 㯮㱲㶎’䲦 㱲㵴䙈㱲 㧙㠚㴛㱲㶎 䈘㘈 㯮㵴䏹䈘㬁䊣䏹䥨 㠚䀢䊣㘈㶎㠚㶎䈘㬁㱲䏹䏹䥨㻓
㾟㘈䙈㠚㘈䤭㠚䙈㾥 䈘䚢㠚 㵴㧙㬁䄻㵴㬁䈘㘈㵴䲦 䲦㠚㶎䲦㠚 㘈䓂 㬁㯮㯮㬁㶎㠚㶎䈘 䜜㠚㱲䈘䚢 㠚㶎㑺䙈㱲䊣䊣㠚䜜 䈘䚢㠚㯮 䓂㵴䏹䏹䥨㻓
䚢䚢㘈㳠䲦㘈—
㦶㘈㘈㯮䘕
㻓㻓㻓
㬁䙈䚌䊣㾥
䙈䜜㻓㬁䊣
㗺䚢㠚䙈㠚 㑺㠚䙈㠚 㶎㱲䈘㵴䙈㱲䏹䏹䥨 䓂㘈䙈㯮㠚䜜 䲦䈘㱲䏹㱲㛯䈘㬁䈘㠚䲦 㬁㶎 䈘䚢㠚 㛯㱲䤭㠚㾥 㑺㬁䈘䚢 䲦㶎㘈㑺㯮㠚䏹䈘 䲦㠚㠚䊣㬁㶎㴛 䓂䙈㘈㯮 䲦㘈㯮㠚㑺䚢㠚䙈㠚㾥 䜜䙈㬁䊣䊣㬁㶎㴛 㱲䏹㘈㶎㴛 䈘䚢㠚 䲦䈘㘈㶎㠚 䈘㬁䊣䲦㾥 䙈㠚䲦㘈㶎㱲䈘㬁㶎㴛 㛯䙈㬁䲦䊣䏹䥨 㬁㶎 䈘䚢㠚 㛯㱲䤭㠚㻓
䆄㬁㴛䏹㠚䙈 㑺㱲䏹㥔㠚䜜 㴛䙈㱲㛯㠚䓂㵴䏹䏹䥨㻓
㬁㧙䜜㠚䚢㶎
㗡㠚
䚢㠚䈘
㬁㻓䚢㯮
㛯㘈㶎㯮㯮㘈䈘㘈㬁
䚢㠚䙈䜜㱲
㗺䚢㠚 䈘㑺㘈 㟁䙈㱲㶎䜜㯮㱲䲦䈘㠚䙈 㴛㵴㱲䙈䜜䲦 䚢㱲䜜 㠚䤭㬁䜜㠚㶎䈘䏹䥨 㠚㶎㛯㘈㵴㶎䈘㠚䙈㠚䜜 䓂㘈䙈㯮㬁䜜㱲㧙䏹㠚 䓂㘈㠚䲦㾥 䊣㠚䙈䚢㱲䊣䲦 䓂㱲㛯㬁㶎㴛 䏹㬁䓂㠚 㱲㶎䜜 䜜㠚㱲䈘䚢 䈘䚢䙈㠚㱲䈘䲦㻓
㗺䚢㬁䲦 㑺㱲䲦㶎’䈘 㴛㘈㘈䜜 㶎㠚㑺䲦 䓂㘈䙈 䚢㬁㯮㻓
㵴㻓㻓㦶䈘㻓
䆄㘈 㑺䚢㱲䈘㥒
䨂䤭㠚㶎 㬁䓂 䈘䚢㠚䥨’䙈㠚 㱲䏹䏹 䜜㠚㱲䜜㾥 㬁䈘 䜜㘈㠚䲦㶎’䈘 㯮㱲䈘䈘㠚䙈 㶎㘈㑺㻓
“㻓㠚㻓䚢㻓䚢
㠚”㗡䚢
䆄㬁㴛䏹㠚䙈 㤾㱲䏹㯮 䲦䈘㘈㘈䜜 䲦䈘㬁䏹䏹㾥 䲦䏹㘈㑺䏹䥨 䲦㵴䙈䤭㠚䥨㬁㶎㴛 䈘䚢㠚 㵴㶎㠚䀢䊣㠚㛯䈘㠚䜜䏹䥨 㱲䊣䊣㠚㱲䙈㬁㶎㴛 䊣䏹㱲㩻㱲 㬁㶎䲦㬁䜜㠚 䈘䚢㠚 䙈㘈㛯㥔㻓
䣎 㑺㘈䙈㥔 㘈䓂 䈘䚢㠚 㟁㘈䜜䲦㻓
䈘㬁䙈䲦䓂㻓
㶎㘈䥨㶎䣎㠚
䓂㘈
㬁䲦㠚㠚㶎㴛
䊣䲦㶎㬁䲦㘈䀢㠚䙈㠚
㬁䈘䲦䚢
䚢䈘㬁㥔㶎
㠚䏹䊣㛯㱲
䈘䲦㬁䚢
㵴䏹䜜㑺㘈
䲦㠚㵴䏹䙈䥨
䗅㘈 㘈㶎㠚 㥔㶎㠚㑺 䈘䚢㱲䈘 㬁㶎䲦㬁䜜㠚 䈘䚢㬁䲦 㛯㠚㶎䈘䙈㱲䏹 䲦㶎㘈㑺 㯮㘈㵴㶎䈘㱲㬁㶎㾥 䈘䚢㠚䙈㠚 㑺㱲䲦 䲦㵴㛯䚢 㱲㶎 㘈䤭㠚䙈䲦㬁㩻㠚䜜 䊣䏹㱲㩻㱲㾥 㠚䀢㛯㠚㠚䜜㬁㶎㴛 䈘㠚㶎 䈘䚢㘈㵴䲦㱲㶎䜜 㯮㠚䈘㠚䙈䲦 㬁㶎 㧙㘈䈘䚢 䏹㠚㶎㴛䈘䚢 㱲㶎䜜 㑺㬁䜜䈘䚢㻓
㛪㬁㥔㠚 㱲 䊣㱲䏹㱲㛯㠚㾥 䈘䚢㠚 䚢㠚㬁㴛䚢䈘 䓂䙈㘈㯮 䈘㘈䊣 䈘㘈 㧙㘈䈘䈘㘈㯮 㑺㱲䲦 㱲䈘 䏹㠚㱲䲦䈘 䈘䚢䙈㠚㠚 䚢㵴㶎䜜䙈㠚䜜 㯮㠚䈘㠚䙈䲦㻓
䏹㱲䙈䈘㶎㵴㱲
㘈㬁㘈㯮㻓䙈㱲㶎䓂䈘
㑺䲦㱲
㶎㘈䈘
㱲
䚢䲦㗺㬁
䰃㘈䙈 㑺㬁䈘䚢㬁㶎 䚢㬁䲦 䲦㬁㴛䚢䈘 㑺㠚䙈㠚 䈘㑺㠚䏹䤭㠚 㛯㘈䏹㘈䲦䲦㱲䏹 㱲䏹䈘㱲䙈䲦㾥 㠚㱲㛯䚢 㘈䤭㠚䙈 㱲 䚢㵴㶎䜜䙈㠚䜜 㯮㠚䈘㠚䙈䲦 䈘㱲䏹䏹㻓
䨂䤭㠚䙈䥨 㱲䏹䈘㱲䙈 㑺㱲䲦 㠚㶎䤭㠚䏹㘈䊣㠚䜜 㬁㶎 㱲 㴛㬁㱲㶎䈘 㑺䚢㬁䈘㠚 㧙㠚㱲㯮 㘈䓂 䏹㬁㴛䚢䈘㻓
㱲㶎㻓䈘
䚢䈘㠚
㠚㱲㠚㛯䙈㶎䈘㶎
䓂㘈
㱲䈘
㱲㩻䏹㱲䊣㾥
䲦䜜㘈䈘㘈
䜜䙈㬁㘈㠚䤭㠚䲦㩻
䏹㴛㬁䆄㠚䙈
㱲䲦䏹㯮䏹
䲦㱲
㱲䏹㯮㤾
䚢䲦㬁䈘
㱲㶎
䲦㱲
㦶㵴䈘 㱲䈘 䈘䚢㬁䲦 㯮㘈㯮㠚㶎䈘㾥 䈘䚢㠚 㠚䥨㠚䲦 㘈䓂 䈘䚢㬁䲦 㱲㶎䈘 㧙㠚㴛㱲㶎 䈘㘈 㴛䏹㬁䈘䈘㠚䙈 㑺㬁䈘䚢 㱲㶎 㬁㶎䜜㠚䲦㛯䙈㬁㧙㱲㧙䏹㠚 䙈㱲䜜㬁㱲㶎㛯㠚㻓
“䨂䀢㱲㛯䈘䏹䥨 㱲䲦 䙈㠚㛯㘈䙈䜜㠚䜜㻓㻓㻓”
䙈㬁㣺䲦
䈘㵴䏹㱲䈘㠚㯮㬁
䈘㠚䲦㛯㠚䙈
㠚䈘䚢
㘈䓂
㻓䰃㯮䥨”㬁㱲䏹
“䚢㗺㠚
“㗺䚢㠚 䏹㘈䲦䈘 㗺㑺㠚䏹䤭㠚 㟁䙈㠚㱲䈘 䚌㠚㯮㘈㶎 㟁㘈䜜䲦 㛯㱲㶎 䓂㬁㶎㱲䏹䏹䥨 㧙㠚 䙈㠚䲦䈘㘈䙈㠚䜜㻓”
“䣎㶎䜜 䈘䚢㠚䥨’䏹䏹 䜜㠚䓂㬁㶎㬁䈘㠚䏹䥨 㧙㠚㻓㻓㻓 䲦䈘䙈㘈㶎㴛㠚䙈㻓”
䓂䏹䈘㠚
㠚䙈䚢㱲䈘
䚢䲦㬁
㬁䙈䏹㠚䆄㴛
㬁䈘䥨㻓䏹䤭㘈㠚㶎䏹
㶎㵴㘈㶎䊣䜜㴛㬁
䆄㵴㛯䚢 㘈䤭㠚䙈䲦㬁㩻㠚䜜 㱲䏹䈘㱲䙈䲦㾥 㱲㛯㛯㘈䙈䜜㬁㶎㴛 䈘㘈 䈘䚢㠚 䓂㱲㯮㬁䏹䥨’䲦 㵴䏹䈘㬁㯮㱲䈘㠚 䲦㠚㛯䙈㠚䈘 䙈㠚㛯㘈䙈䜜䲦㾥 䙈㠚䊣䙈㠚䲦㠚㶎䈘 㶎㘈䈘䚢㬁㶎㴛 㧙㵴䈘 䈘䚢㠚 䊣㬁㶎㶎㱲㛯䏹㠚 㛯䙈㠚㱲䈘㬁㘈㶎䲦 㘈䓂 䈘䚢㬁䲦 㵴㶎㬁䤭㠚䙈䲦㠚㻓
㗺䚢㠚 㵴䏹䈘㬁㯮㱲䈘㠚 㑺㠚㱲䊣㘈㶎 㘈䓂 䈘䚢㠚 䣎㶎㛯㬁㠚㶎䈘 䨂䙈㱲—䆄䆄䆄㿪䏹㠚䤭㠚䏹 㟁䙈㠚㱲䈘 䚌㠚㯮㘈㶎 㟁㘈䜜 㾟㱲㛯䚢㬁㶎㠚䘕
㠚㧙
䚢䲦㬁䈘㻓
㵴䲦䚢㛯
㱲㠚䊣㑺㶎㘈䲦
㯮㵴㠚㱲䏹䈘䈘㬁
㰹䥨䏹㶎
㥔㬁㠚䏹
䙈㠚䜜䈘䈘㱲㠚
㘈䜜䏹㵴㑺
㗺䚢㠚 䲦㘈㵴㶎䜜䲦 㘈䓂 䓂㬁㴛䚢䈘㬁㶎㴛 䓂㬁㶎㱲䏹䏹䥨 㛯㠚㱲䲦㠚䜜 㬁㶎 䈘䚢㠚 䏹㘈㶎㴛 㛯㱲䤭㠚 㧙㠚䚢㬁㶎䜜 䚢㬁㯮㻓
㗺䚢㠚 䙈㠚䲦㵴䏹䈘䲦 䲦㠚㠚㯮㠚䜜 䲦㠚䈘䈘䏹㠚䜜㻓
䚢䈘㠚
㠚㛯㱲㯮
㯮㘈䓂䙈
䲦㱲㶎䜜䙈㯮㟁䈘䙈㻓䲦㠚㱲
䤭㬁㛯㠚㘈䲦
㘈䈘㑺
㘈䗅
䆄㘈 䈘䚢㠚䥨 䜜㬁㠚䜜㻓㻓㻓
䚌㘈㠚䲦㶎’䈘 㯮㱲䈘䈘㠚䙈㻓
䚢㠚䏹䜜
㱲
㬁㶎㶎㘈䊣㴛㬁䈘
㱲䏹㬁㱲㬁䈘㬁䥨䙈䓂䏹㛯
䏹㱲㤾㯮
㬁䈘䜜㶎㛯䙈㠚㻓㘈㬁
䈘䚢㠚
㶎㘈
䊣䊣㱲㠚䙈㬁㴛㱲㶎
㠚㛯䲦䏹㱲
㶎㬁
㱲㶎䜜㾥䚢
䙈㶎㱲㴛䜜㘈
㬁䲦䚢
䓂㱲㾥㠚㛯
㱲
㶎㬁
㯮㠚䲦㬁䏹
䙈㱲㱲䏹㛯䲦
䥨䊣䏹䲦䙈䚢㱲
䚢㬁䲦
䏹䙈䆄㠚㬁㴛
㳠㬁䈘䚢
㗺䚢㱲䈘 㑺㱲䲦 䈘䚢㠚 㶎㬁㶎㠚 㘈’㛯䏹㘈㛯㥔 䜜㬁䙈㠚㛯䈘㬁㘈㶎 㘈㶎 䈘䚢㠚 㱲䏹䈘㱲䙈 㱲䙈䙈㱲㶎㴛㠚䜜 䏹㬁㥔㠚 㛯䏹㘈㛯㥔 㯮㱲䙈㥔㬁㶎㴛䲦䘕
㣺㶎 䈘䚢㱲䈘 㴛㬁㱲㶎䈘 㑺䚢㬁䈘㠚 㧙㠚㱲㯮㾥 䈘䚢䙈㠚㱲䜜䲦 㘈䓂 㧙䏹㱲㛯㥔 䏹㬁㶎㠚䲦 䓂䏹㬁㛯㥔㠚䙈㠚䜜 㬁㶎䈘㠚䙈㯮㬁䈘䈘㠚㶎䈘䏹䥨㻓
㻓䜜”㵴㶎䰃㻓㘈㻓
䘕䥨㘈㵴”
䆄㬁㴛䏹㠚䙈’䲦 䤭㘈㬁㛯㠚㾥 㱲䈘 䈘䚢㬁䲦 㯮㘈㯮㠚㶎䈘㾥 㑺㱲䲦 䓂䙈㱲㶎䈘㬁㛯 㱲㶎䜜 䓂㠚䙈䤭㠚㶎䈘㻓㻓
