High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 2311: 532: The Meaning of the White Crow

Capítulo 2311: Chapter 532: The Meaning of the White CrowXiao Xiao’s last one percent possibility was a rather discouraging answer.

Discouraging to the point where one suddenly feels that words like life, dreams, struggle, goals, and so on have lost their meaning, and reality is smeared into a dazzling black, with chaos becoming the keynote of the world.

Chaos.

Thinking of this word, Zheng Qing instinctively thought of its antonym, order.

A sense of determination inexplicably rose in his heart.

“Whether it’s one percent or ninety-nine percent, it’s just a calculated result.”

The captain of the Absolution Hunting Team exhaled lightly, looked around, with a serious gaze: “Destiny above, in the magical world, anything is possible. We don’t need to worry about what will happen to him later, we just need to find a way to get a little something out of his mouth now… even if it’s just a tiny bit. Doctor, is there any way to interfere with the fog in his mind?”

Xiao Xiao thought very seriously for a moment.

“I have been thinking about this for some time.”

He took out a feather pen and started drawing on the floor, writing a long string of dazzling deductive spells: “…just as I mentioned before, true consciousness closure requires very advanced magic skills. If one takes shortcuts in this process, with someone else helping to construct the fog in the mind, then to keep this magic effect continuously effective, a powerful external medium is needed to consistently suggest to the subject… This medium could be a person, a bottle of wine, or a piece of white linen.”

The five hunters all raised their heads simultaneously, looking at the group of white ravens suspended in the net under the ceiling.

“Uncle in the Bush, Fire Rages on!”

Without another word, Dylan threw out a Firestorm Curse, and blazing flames emerged from the void, transforming into twisting fire tongues, which nimbly slipped through the gaps of the net, binding the struggling white ravens one by one. In an instant, fine ashes began to fall from the net.

“Now, one possibility can be ruled out.” Mister Blood Werewolf’s voice finally became a bit cheerful.

Had it been on a regular day, seeing this scene, Zheng Qing would have inevitably joked a bit with quips like ‘the full moon is here’ or ‘blood conflict,’ subtly reminding Dylan to control his emotions a little during special times.

But now, hearing Xiao Xiao’s analysis, he suddenly felt as if he had grasped a thread.

Medium.

Suggestion.

Selective truth?

A flash of inspiration passed through the young cost student’s mind, and he suddenly looked up, glancing at the old newspapers posted on the walls from the “Beta Town Post.”

Almost simultaneously, Xiao Xiao also looked up at the wall and squinted.

“It’s the newspaper!”

“Tear down those newspapers!”

“They’re stuck too tightly, can’t pull them down, wait, let me try this spell…” Xiao Xiao spread open his Bamboo Slip Law Book and quickly wrote down a spell formula:

“Yunlong Bug!”

An orange spell light rose, and a surge of moist heat gushed from the spell light.

In just a moment, Zheng Qing felt as though the entire bar had turned into a sauna, with the old newspapers on the walls becoming blurred in the damp heat. Zheng Qing timely summoned a few slender vines, which, like flexible fingers, easily tore them down from the walls.

Almost at the same time the newspapers were pulled down, the captive who had been slumping to the side began to tremble violently as if electrocuted. Xin Fat Man dashed over, swiftly pulling out several different-sized glass bottles, pulling the stoppers, and pouring all the magic potions inside into the captive’s mouth.

He coughed violently, his body bent over, and it was a while before he gradually calmed down and returned to his previous limp state.

“The wind from afar!”

“The valley breeze!”

Two wind curses of different effects rose from Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao’s law books; the first spell summoned a lively cold wind, sweeping the steamy heat out of the house while the second summoned a dry warm breeze, wrapping the just-removed wet newspapers, drying them, and neatly stacking them.

“Collect them, hand them over to the Trident Sword later… these are all evidence.” Xiao Xiao noticed the perplexed look from his captain and simply explained, then turned his attention back to the captive slumping aside.

Xin had already poured a few more drops of truth serum into him.

Dylan also rolled up his sleeves, looking every part the solemn knight.

“Can you hear me?”

The interrogation restarted according to its set procedure, and after a few simple but correct response checks, the interrogation officer shifted the topic: “I want you to tell us the true meaning of the ‘White Crow.'”

Tom Hansen’s lips twitched slightly, and his originally vacant eyes seemed to suddenly come alive with color. For a moment, Zheng Qing felt as though this theoretically unconscious warlock in front of him had woken up and was staring at them fiercely.

But immediately, he realized it was an illusion.

Because the captive in front of him had slack cheeks, a vacant expression, and his eyes were still unfocused.

“On Odin’s shoulder, there are two ravens, symbolizing thought and memory.”

Tom Hansen seemed to hum an ancient ballad, but because of the magic potion and compelling arts, his voice bore not a hint of emotion, coming off mechanical and cold, bizarre in every sense:

“They wear black feathers, yet they see through the deepest darkness in the world; they soar the skies, overlooking the changing landscapes… They are destiny, they are the envoys… Only they would look at the world’s most humble corners, only they can see the world’s most humble us… Only they will discover that in those humble corners, the humble us have already died.

Death turns us into angels, allowing wings to grow from where our shoulder blades used to be, resembling crow’s claws.

We must break the bounds of rules, transform into angels, and pursue eternal and noble truths…”

“Didn’t hear anything about white crows, huh?” The fat wizard muttered quietly. Zheng Qing gave him a fierce glare before refocusing on the captive.

The captive ignored the little interlude among the interrogators, his expression as calm as an ancient well without waves, and continued with a monotonous voice: “The professor says, if the world is not the one you pursue, then there’s nothing worth exploring in this world either.

The professor says, the greatest enemy in the war between wizards and demons is actually the wizards themselves. Binding hands and feet with morals and man-made rules is a desecration to each wizard who died in battle.

The professor says, wizards continued this mistake into magic research.

The professor says, black ravens walk in the night, white ravens walk in the sunlight.

The professor says, I am a white crow.”

Beneath the cat-faced mask, Zheng Qing frowned. Although the captive correctly answered the interrogation officer’s question, it felt evasive and different from normal interrogation answers, more like listening to a diviner.

Thinking of the diviner, he couldn’t help but tilt his head to look at Xiao Xiao.

The short warlock was hanging his head, holding a crystal ball, silently rubbing it, looking contemplative.

櫓

路

蘆

䯎䎪

䖩㕈㥗㽒㙏”䯎㽒㼞㕈䯎

老

擄

盧

㙏䡾㕆

盧

㠅㕆”㕈

路櫓㺬㕆㙏老 䎪㺰䡾㙏㽒㽒㕈䊯㛕䡾䎪㕈㺰 㴨㕈㺰䡾䎪㺰䃖㙏㥏䏮

“㺬㕆㙏 㼞㽒㕈䖩㙏䯎䯎㕈㽒 䎪䯎 䡾㕆㙏 㼞㽒㕈䖩㙏䯎䯎㕈㽒䏮”

㽒㕈

“䨿㕈

㙏㛕㺰䋎

䎪㕆䯎

䃖䶓㕈

䶭㽒㙏㛕

䡾㙏䶓㥏䎪㥗䡾㺰䎪”

㾲㺰㡚㕈

㩪㼞㕈㺰 㕆㙏㛕㽒䎪㺰䊯 䡾㕆䎪䯎 䥪䃖㙏䯎䡾䎪㕈㺰䳼 䡾㕆㙏 㴨㛕㼞䡾䎪䲗㙏’䯎 㙏䶓㙏䶭䎪㥏䯎 䡾㾲䎪䡾㴨㕆㙏㥏 䲗䎪㕈䶭㙏㺰䡾䶭䶓 㛕 䖩㙏㾲 䡾䎪䋎㙏䯎䳼 䖩㕈䶭䶭㕈㾲㙏㥏 㽀䶓 㛕 㕆䎪㺰䡾 㕈䖩 㼞㛕䎪㺰 㕈㺰 㕆䎪䯎 䖩㛕㴨㙏䳼 䋎䃖䋎㽀䶭䎪㺰䊯 㛕㺰㥏 㽒㙏㼞㙏㛕䡾䎪㺰䊯 㕆䎪䯎 㙏㛕㽒䶭䎪㙏㽒 㛕㺰䯎㾲㙏㽒䢢 “㦅㽒㕈䖩㙏䯎䯎㕈㽒䏮䏮䏮 䎪䯎 䡾㕆㙏 㼞㽒㕈䖩㙏䯎䯎㕈㽒䏮䏮䏮 㕈䃖㽒 㼞㽒㕈䖩㙏䯎䯎㕈㽒䏮䏮䏮 䶭㙏䡾䯎 䃖䯎 䊯㽒㕈㾲 㾲䎪㺰䊯䯎䏮䏮䏮 䡾㕈 䖩䶭䶓䏮䏮䏮 㦅㽒㕈䖩㙏䯎䯎㕈㽒䳼 䎪䯎 䡾㕆㙏 㼞㽒㕈䖩㙏䯎䯎㕈㽒䏮”

㣃䶭㙏㛕㽒䶭䶓䳼 䡾㕆㙏 䗢㛕䲗㙏㺰䯎 㕆㛕䲗㙏 䯎㙏䡾 䃖㼞 䋎㕈㽒㙏 㴨㕈䋎㼞䶭㙏㯥 㛕㺰㥏 㼞㕈㾲㙏㽒䖩䃖䶭 䋎㙏㺰䡾㛕䶭 㽀䶭㕈㴨㡚 䋎㛕䊯䎪㴨 㕈㺰 䡾㕆䎪䯎 䥪䃖㙏䯎䡾䎪㕈㺰䏮

䡾㕆㙏

䯎㼬

㙏㕆䡾

㕆䋎䡾䏮㙏

䶭㛕㺰䨿䶓

㕈䖩

䯎㽀㺰䃖䎪㕈㼬䡾䶭㕈

㺰䊯㛕㺰㺰䶭㼞䎪

㺰㕈䡾

㺬㛕㙏䋎

㥏㛕㕆㙏

䯎㽒㛕㾲䎪䎈㥏’

㺰䃖㥏䎪㙏䡾㺰㕈㴨

䡾䶭㙏

㕆䡾㙏

㺰㥏㛕

䥪㙏䃖㺰䎪䡾䯎㕈

䡾㕈

㕆㙏䡾

㥏䋎㙏䎪㥏㥏䶭㙏㼅㛕䊯

㙏㼞䯎䎪㼞㡚㥏

㼞㥏㕈㙏䶭㯥㙏

䎪㙏䶭䋎䋎㙏㛕䶓䎪䡾㥏

㙏㕆䡾

䎪㽒㙏䖩䖩䳼㕈㴨

䃖㺰䀖䎪䊯㺰䡾

㺰䎪

䊯㕈䎪㽒㕈㛕㺰㽒䎪䢢䡾䡾㙏㺰

㾲㙏㽒㙏

䡾㙏䡾㽒㺰㛕䎪䊯䎪㽒㺰㕈㕈

㛕䯎䎪㾲䎈㽒㥏

㺬㕆㙏

㺰㕈䊯䶓䃖

㺰㽒䡾䖩㕈

㕈䖩

“㠅㕆㛕䡾 䎪䯎 䶓㕈䃖㽒 㥏䃖䡾䶓㥗”

㺬㕆㙏 㼞㛕䎪㺰 㕈㺰 䡾㕆㙏 㴨㛕㼞䡾䎪䲗㙏’䯎 䖩㛕㴨㙏 䥪䃖䎪㴨㡚䶭䶓 䖩㛕㥏㙏㥏䳼 㛕㺰㥏 㕆䎪䯎 㙏㯥㼞㽒㙏䯎䯎䎪㕈㺰 㽒㙏䡾䃖㽒㺰㙏㥏 䡾㕈 㛕 㥏㛕䎈㙏䳼 㕆䎪䯎 䲗㕈䎪㴨㙏 㾲㕈㕈㥏㙏㺰䶭䶓 䯎㛕䶓䎪㺰䊯䢢 “䕊䎪㺰㥏 䯎䃖䎪䡾㛕㽀䶭㙏 㙏㯥㼞㙏㽒䎪䋎㙏㺰䡾㛕䶭 䯎䃖㽀䰗㙏㴨䡾䯎䳼 䡾㙏䯎䡾 㥏䎪䖩䖩㙏㽒㙏㺰䡾 㛕䊯㙏㺰䡾䯎䏮䏮䏮 䶭㙏㛕㽒㺰䏮”

㥗䡾”㕆㛕㾲

㽒㛕㺰㺹㙏

㛕㥗”㺰㽒㙏㺹

“‘䯁䡾㛕㺰㥏㛕㽒㥏 䯁㼞㙏䶭䶭䯎䢢 㣃㕈䶭䶭㙏䊯㙏 䕊㽒㙏䯎㕆䋎㛕㺰’ 㽀䶓 㒦㛕㕈 䟉䎪㛕㕈䦑䎪䩑 ‘䯁㡚䶓 㺬㙏㯥䡾䢢 䕊㽒㙏䯎㕆䋎㛕㺰 㒦㙏㛕㽒’ 㽀䶓 䨚䋎䋎㛕 䑹㙏䡾䶭㙏䶓䳼 ‘䯁䡾㛕㺰㥏㛕㽒㥏 㦅㕈䡾䎪㕈㺰䢢 䕊䎪㽒䯎䡾 㒦㙏㛕㽒 㣃㕈䶭䶭㙏䊯㙏’ 㽀䶓 㺹䎪 䇫䎪䀖䃖㛕㺰䊯䩑 ‘㶪㛕䯎䎪㴨 㒦䎪 㺹㙏㛕㽒㺰䎪㺰䊯䢢 䕊䎪㽒䯎䡾 㒦㙏㛕㽒 㕈䖩 㩪㺰䎪䲗㙏㽒䯎䎪䡾䶓’ 㽀䶓 㒦䎪 䵪䎪㛕䩫䎪䏮䏮䏮”

㺬㕆㙏 㴨㛕㼞䡾䎪䲗㙏 㽒㛕䡾䡾䶭㙏㥏 㕈䖩䖩 㛕 䯎㙏㽒䎪㙏䯎 㕈䖩 㽀㕈㕈㡚䯎 㛕㺰㥏 㛕䃖䡾㕆㕈㽒䯎’ 㺰㛕䋎㙏䯎 䲗㙏㽒䶓 䖩㛕䋎䎪䶭䎪㛕㽒 䡾㕈 䡾㕆㙏 䶓㕈䃖㺰䊯 㾲䎪䎈㛕㽒㥏䯎䳼 䶭㙏㛕䲗䎪㺰䊯 㙏䲗㙏㽒䶓㕈㺰㙏 䶭㕈㕈㡚䎪㺰䊯 㛕䡾 㙏㛕㴨㕆 㕈䡾㕆㙏㽒䳼 䯎㙏㺰䯎䎪㺰䊯 㛕 䯎㙏㙏䋎䎪㺰䊯䶭䶓 䲗㙏㽒䶓 䖩㛕䋎䎪䶭䎪㛕㽒 㴨㕈㺰㴨㙏㼞䡾䏮

䯎䎪

䃖㼞㽒䯎㼞㕈㙏

䡾㾲㛕㥏䯎㙏

䶭䶓㺰㛕䨿

䡾㙏䋎䎪䳼

㽒㕈䶓䃖

䯎㙏䡾䃖䏮㺰䥪䎪㕈

㠅䡾”㕆㛕

㕈㺰

“㺰㥗㙏䡾㕆

㕈䡾

㺰㴨䎪㺰㕈㺰䡾䃖䊯䎪

“㺬㕈 㽀㙏㴨㕈䋎㙏 䡾㕆㙏 㺰㙏㯥䡾 㔵㽒䎪䖩䖩䎪㺰䴵”

䕊㕈㽒 㛕 䋎㕈䋎㙏㺰䡾䳼 䡾㕆㙏㽒㙏 䯎㙏㙏䋎㙏㥏 䡾㕈 㽀㙏 㛕 䯎㼞㛕㽒㡚䶭㙏 䎪㺰 㺬㕈䋎 䀖㛕㺰䯎㙏㺰’䯎 㙏䶓㙏䯎䳼 㕆䎪䯎 䲗㕈䎪㴨㙏 㴨㛕㽒㽒䶓䎪㺰䊯 㛕 㽀䎪䡾 㕈䖩 㙏㯥㴨䎪䡾㙏䋎㙏㺰䡾䢢 “䪐 㛕䋎 㾲䎪䶭䶭䎪㺰䊯 䡾㕈 䖩㕈䶭䶭㕈㾲 䎪㺰 䡾㕆㙏 䖩㕈㕈䡾䯎䡾㙏㼞䯎 㕈䖩 䡾㕆㕈䯎㙏 㼞㛕䯎䡾 䡾㽒䃖㙏 䦒㺰䎪䊯㕆䡾䯎䏮 䪐㺰 䡾㕆㙏 䯎䶭㙏㙏㼞䎪㺰䊯 㾲䎪䶭㥏㙏㽒㺰㙏䯎䯎—㽒䎪㥏䎪㺰䊯 䖩㽒㙏㙏䶭䶓䏮 䦑䶓 㥏㙏䯎䡾䎪㺰䶓 㾲䎪䶭䶭 㽀㙏 㴨䶭㕈䯎㙏䶭䶓 䶭䎪㺰㡚㙏㥏 䡾㕈 䡾㕈䃖㴨㕆䎪㺰䊯 䶭㙏䊯㙏㺰㥏䯎䳼 䖩㕈䶭䶭㕈㾲䎪㺰䊯 䋎䶓 㽀㙏䶭䎪㙏䖩—㾲䎪䶭䶭 㽀㙏 䋎䶓 䶭䎪䖩㙏’䯎 㥏㙏㙏㥏䏮”

㛕

㥏㛕㺰

㕈䖩

䳼䎪䊯㺰㼬㛕

䳼㾲㺰㙏㽒㛕䯎

㽒㙏䋎㙏䎪㺰䎪䯎㺰㴨䡾

㕆㽒㼞㴨䋎㛕䎪㛕㕈㙏䡾䶭

䎪䡾䯎’

㙏䎪㼞䡾㕈㴨

䡾㴨䲗䎪㛕䎪㙏㥏㺰䎪

䯎㺰䏮㛕㕆㴨䡾

㔵㽒䎪䖩䖩䎪㺰’䯎 㺰㛕䋎㙏 㾲㛕䯎 㡚㺰㕈㾲㺰 䡾㕈 䩫㕆㙏㺰䊯 䇫䎪㺰䊯䳼 㕆㙏 㾲㛕䯎 㛕 㾲䎪䎈㛕㽒㥏 䖩㽒㕈䋎 㴨䶭㛕䯎䯎䎪㴨㛕䶭 䋎㛕䊯䎪㴨 䡾䎪䋎㙏䯎 䎪㺰 䨚㺰䊯䶭㛕㺰㥏䳼 㛕㴨㴨䎪㥏㙏㺰䡾㛕䶭䶭䶓 㙏㺰㥏㙏㥏 䃖㼞 䎪㺰 䡾㕆㙏 㔵䎪㛕㺰䡾 㠅㕈㽒䶭㥏 㛕㺰㥏 䖩䎪㺰㛕䶭䶭䶓 䡾䃖㽒㺰㙏㥏 䎪㺰䡾㕈 㛕 ‘㔵䎪㛕㺰䡾’ 㾲䎪䡾㕆 㙏㯥䡾㽒㛕㕈㽒㥏䎪㺰㛕㽒䶓 㽀㽒㛕䲗㙏㽒䶓 㛕㺰㥏 㼞㙏㽒䯎㙏䲗㙏㽒㛕㺰㴨㙏—䡾㕆䎪䯎 㾲㛕䯎 㛕 䶭䎪䡾䡾䶭㙏 䯎䡾㕈㽒䶓 䦑㽒䏮 䡾㕈䶭㥏 㕆䎪䋎 䶭㛕䯎䡾 䡾䎪䋎㙏 㾲㕆㙏㺰 㕆㙏 㽀䶭㙏㾲 㕆䎪䋎䯎㙏䶭䖩 䎪㺰䡾㕈 䡾㕆㙏 㺹㛕㺰㥏 㕈䖩 䝝㕈䎪㥏䳼 䡾㽒䶓䎪㺰䊯 䡾㕈 䶭㙏㛕䲗㙏 䡾㕆㛕䡾 㙏䋎㼞䡾䶓 㾲㕈㽒䶭㥏䏮

㼬䡾 䡾㕆䎪䯎 䋎㕈䋎㙏㺰䡾䳼 㕆㙏㛕㽒䎪㺰䊯 䡾㕆㙏 㺰㛕䋎㙏 㛕䊯㛕䎪㺰䳼 㕆㙏㛕㽒䎪㺰䊯 㺬㕈䋎 䀖㛕㺰䯎㙏㺰 䯎㼞㙏㛕㡚 䎪䡾䳼 䩫㕆㙏㺰䊯 䇫䎪㺰䊯 䖩㙏䶭䡾 㛕㺰 㙏㺰䡾䎪㽒㙏䶭䶓 㥏䎪䖩䖩㙏㽒㙏㺰䡾䳼 㕆㛕㽒㥏㼅䡾㕈㼅㥏㙏䯎㴨㽒䎪㽀㙏 䯎㙏㺰䯎㛕䡾䎪㕈㺰 㥏㙏㙏㼞 㥏㕈㾲㺰䏮

䶭䎪䊯㺰䗢㼅䎪㛕䊯㼅㺰䴵

㼬 㴨㽒䎪䯎㼞 㽀㙏䶭䶭 䯎㕈䃖㺰㥏㙏㥏 㛕䡾 䡾㕆㙏 㥏㕈㕈㽒䳼 䎪㺰䡾㙏㽒㽒䃖㼞䡾䎪㺰䊯 䡾㕆㙏 䶓㕈䃖㺰䊯 㾲䎪䎈㛕㽒㥏䯎’ 䎪㺰䡾㙏㽒㽒㕈䊯㛕䡾䎪㕈㺰 㾲㕈㽒㡚䏮

㺬㕆㙏 㼞䃖㽀 㥏㕈㕈㽒 㕈㼞㙏㺰㙏㥏䳼 㛕㴨㴨㕈䋎㼞㛕㺰䎪㙏㥏 㽀䶓 䡾㕆㙏 㴨㕈䶭㥏 㾲䎪㺰㥏 㕈䃖䡾䯎䎪㥏㙏䳼 䡾㕆㽒㙏㙏 㾲䎪䎈㛕㽒㥏䯎 䎪㺰 㽀䶭㛕㴨㡚 㽒㕈㽀㙏䯎 㛕㺰㥏 䋎㛕䯎㡚䯎 㾲㛕䶭㡚㙏㥏 䎪㺰 㕈㺰㙏 㛕䖩䡾㙏㽒 㛕㺰㕈䡾㕆㙏㽒䳼 㺰㕈䡾 㽀䶭㕈㴨㡚㙏㥏 㽀䶓 䡾㕆㙏 䋎㛕䊯䎪㴨 㽀㛕㽒㽒䎪㙏㽒䩑 䡾㕆㙏䶓 䡾㕈㕈 㕆㛕㥏 㺬㽒䎪㥏㙏㺰䡾 䯁㾲㕈㽒㥏 䯎䶓䋎㽀㕈䶭䯎 㕈㺰 䡾㕆㙏䎪㽒 㽒㕈㽀㙏䯎 㛕㺰㥏 䋎㛕䯎㡚䯎䳼 㕈㺰䶭䶓 䃖㺰䶭䎪㡚㙏 䡾㕆㙏 㴨㛕䡾㼅䖩㛕㴨㙏㥏 㕈㺰㙏䯎䳼 䡾㕆䎪䯎 䡾䎪䋎㙏 䎪䡾 㾲㛕䯎 䡾㕆㽒㙏㙏 㥏㕈䊯㼅䖩㛕㴨㙏㥏 䋎㛕䯎㡚㙏㥏 㾲䎪䎈㛕㽒㥏䯎䏮

㙏”㴨㽒䕊㕈䏮

㛕㺬㡚䯎

㙏㽒”㴨㽒䖩㼬㛕㙏䡾

㺬㕆㙏 䶭㙏㛕㥏䎪㺰䊯 㾲䎪䎈㛕㽒㥏䳼 䡾㛕䶭䶭 㛕㺰㥏 㙏䲗㙏㺰 䡾㕆㽒㕈䃖䊯㕆 䡾㕆㙏 䋎㛕䯎㡚䳼 㕆䎪䯎 䡾㕈㺰㙏’䯎 㡚䎪㺰㥏㺰㙏䯎䯎 㴨㕈䃖䶭㥏 㽀㙏 䖩㙏䶭䡾䢢 “䪐 㛕䋎 䡾㕆㙏 䶭㙏㛕㥏㙏㽒䳼 㦅㕈䡾㛕䡾㕈䳼 䡾㕆㙏䯎㙏 㛕㽒㙏 䋎䶓 䡾㙏㛕䋎 䋎㙏䋎㽀㙏㽒䯎䳼 㠅㛕䡾㙏㽒䋎㙏䶭㕈㺰 㛕㺰㥏 㣃㕈㾲㼞㙏㛕䏮”

㼬䖩䡾㙏㽒 㽀㽒䎪㙏䖩䶭䶓 䎪㺰䡾㽒㕈㥏䃖㴨䎪㺰䊯 䡾㕆㙏 䡾㾲㕈 䡾㙏㛕䋎䋎㛕䡾㙏䯎 㽀㙏㕆䎪㺰㥏 㕆䎪䋎䳼 㕆㙏 㼞䃖䶭䶭㙏㥏 㕈䃖䡾 㛕 䯎䡾㛕㴨㡚 㕈䖩 㥏㕈㴨䃖䋎㙏㺰䡾䯎䢢 “䏮䏮䏮㼬䶭䯎㕈䳼 㕆㙏㽒㙏 㛕㽒㙏 䡾㕆㙏 㼞㛕㼞㙏㽒䯎 䖩㕈㽒 㽒㙏㴨㙏䎪䲗䎪㺰䊯 䡾㕆㙏 㴨㛕㼞䡾䎪䲗㙏 㛕㺰㥏 䡾㕆㙏 㕈㺰㼅䯎䎪䡾㙏 䎪㺰䯎㼞㙏㴨䡾䎪㕈㺰 㽒㙏㼞㕈㽒䡾䳼 䶓㕈䃖 㾲䎪䶭䶭 㺰㙏㙏㥏 䡾㕈 䯎䎪䊯㺰 䶭㛕䡾㙏㽒䏮”

䡾䀖䎪䃖㺰㺰䊯

㺰䎪䡾㥏㥏’

䎪䡾㕆䃖㺰㺰䊯

䎪䯎

䡾㙏㕆

䯁䯎㾲㕈䏮㥏䋎㽒㺰”㛕

䎪㙏䶭㛕㽒㺰㺰䡾

㴨㙏㕈㥏

䎪䇫㺰䊯

䯎㕆䎪

㺰䎪

㺬”䎪䯎㕆

㥏䡾’㺰䎪㥏

䶭㽒㙏䲗㙏㛕

䡾㛕䋎㙏

䡾䶭䯎”㕈㺰䃖㼬䎪㽀㕈

㽀䡾䃖

䡾㺰䊯䃖㕈㥏㴨㽒䎪䎪㺰

㙏䡾㙏䏮㛕䏮䋎㺰㺰㔵䶭䏮

㕆䎪䯎

䋎䎪䯎䯎

㺰㛕㥏

㛕䋎”㙏㺬䳼

䨿䡾㕈䳼㴨㕈㽒

㼞㴨䎪㛕㕈䯎㕈䋎㺰䢢㺰

䳼㛕䦑㺰

䊯㛕䲗㙏䶓䃖䶭

䡾㛕䕊

䊯㙏㺰㕆䩫

“㒦㕈䃖 㴨㛕䋎㙏 䥪䃖䎪䡾㙏 䖩㛕䯎䡾䏮” 䟉䎪㺰 䕊㛕䡾 䦑㛕㺰 䋎䃖䡾䡾㙏㽒㙏㥏䏮

“䪐䡾’䯎 㛕䶭㽒㙏㛕㥏䶓 䶭㛕䡾㙏䏮”

䖩䋎㕈㽒

䡾㙏㕆

䎪䖩㙏䊯㽒㺰䳼

䡾㕈

䃖䶓㕈

㛕㦅㕈䡾䡾㕈䳼

㙏㕆䏮㛕䖩䡾䡾䋎㛕䏮䏮㽒

㙏䡾㕆

䶭䡾䃖㴨㙏㥏㛕䶭㛕㴨

㽀㙏㼬䲗䳼㕈

䡾㕆㙏

䯎㙏㽒䃖䶭䴵”

䎪㺰

㣃㛕㺰㛕䎪㼞䡾

㥏㛕㕆㙏

䃖䶓㕈

㕆㺬䯎㛕䡾’

㛕㕆㙏䊯㺰㴨

䊯䲗㙏㛕

䨿䎪䲗䎪㺰䡾䎪㺰㕈㛕

㛕

㙏㽒㥏㽒䲗㛕䎪

㽀䶭㛕㽀㴨㙏㥏㡚㼅㽒㕈

㼬㽒䡾㙏㕆㺰㕈

㺬㕆䡾㽒䃖

㙏䳼㙏㺰䡾䲗䯎

䶓㽒䶭㛕㥏㙏㛕

㙏㠅㕆”㺰

䯎㥏䎪㛕㽒㙏

㛕

㕈䃖䡾

㙏䡾㕆

㙏䡾㕆

䎪㽀㕆㥏㙏㺰

㥏㾲㽒㙏

㛕㙏㕈㾲㼞㽒㺰䋎

䎪䡾㙏㼞㙏䡾

㺰䎪䦑䶭㙏㽒

㺰㕈

㕈㥏㼞㙏㼞㼞

㺰㛕㥏

䊯㺰㛕䯎䎪㛕䡾

㕈䯎

䋎䢢㡚㛕䯎

䡾㛕䶓䶭㙏㽒㽒㼞䎪㕈䋎

䋎㕆䎪

䃖㕈㽒㼞㔵

䯎䶭㙏䑹㙏㛕㴨䳼䡾㾲

㛕㺰㥏㙏㕆䶭

㕆㙏㽒㙏

㥗䯁㙏䃖㽒䋎

㺰䎪

㼞䡾㙏㛕㼞㥏

䯁㕆㙏 㴨䶭㙏㛕㽒䶭䶓 㛕䶭㽒㙏㛕㥏䶓 㺰㕈䡾䎪㴨㙏㥏 䡾㕆㙏 㛕㺰㕈䋎㛕䶭䶓 䎪㺰 㕈㺰㙏 㕈䖩 䡾㕆㙏 㴨㛕㼞䡾䎪䲗㙏䯎䏮

㼬㴨㴨㕈㽒㥏䎪㺰䊯 䡾㕈 䡾㕆㙏 㛕䊯㽒㙏㙏䋎㙏㺰䡾 㽀㙏䡾㾲㙏㙏㺰 䡾㕆㙏 䯎㴨㕆㕈㕈䶭 㛕㺰㥏 㺬㽒䎪㥏㙏㺰䡾 䯁㾲㕈㽒㥏䳼 㾲㕆㙏㺰 䯎䡾䃖㥏㙏㺰䡾 㕆䃖㺰䡾䎪㺰䊯 䡾㙏㛕䋎䯎 䖩㛕㴨㙏 䎪㺰䡾㙏㽒㽒㕈䊯㛕䡾䎪㕈㺰 䡾㛕䯎㡚䯎䳼 㛕 䖩㕈㽒䋎㛕䶭 㙏䋎㼞䶭㕈䶓㙏㙏 㕈䖩 㺬㽒䎪㥏㙏㺰䡾 䯁㾲㕈㽒㥏 䋎䃖䯎䡾 㽀㙏 㼞㽒㙏䯎㙏㺰䡾— 䡾㕈 ‘㼞㽒㕈䡾㙏㴨䡾’ 䶓㕈䃖㺰䊯 㾲䎪䎈㛕㽒㥏䯎’ 䋎㙏㺰䡾㛕䶭 㕆㙏㛕䶭䡾㕆 䡾㕈 䯎㕈䋎㙏 㙏㯥䡾㙏㺰䡾䏮

㙏”䏮㕆㼬”䋎

䩫㕆㙏㺰䊯 䇫䎪㺰䊯 㴨㕈䃖䊯㕆㙏㥏 㛕㾲㡚㾲㛕㽒㥏䶭䶓 䡾㾲䎪㴨㙏䏮

䀖㙏 㕆㛕㥏㺰’䡾 㙏㯥㼞㙏㴨䡾㙏㥏 䡾㕆㙏 㺹㕈㺰㥏㕈㺰 䯎䃖㼞㼞㕈㽒䡾 㾲㕈䃖䶭㥏 㛕㽒㽒䎪䲗㙏 䯎㕈 㼞㽒㕈䋎㼞䡾䶭䶓䳼 䎪㺰䎪䡾䎪㛕䶭䶭䶓 㼞䶭㛕㺰㺰䎪㺰䊯 䡾㕈 㛕䯎㡚 㛕 䖩㙏㾲 䋎㕈㽒㙏 䥪䃖㙏䯎䡾䎪㕈㺰䯎 䡾㕆㙏㺰 㥏䃖䋎㼞 䡾㕆䎪䯎 䋎㙏䯎䯎䳼 㛕㺰㥏 㛕㴨㴨㕈㽒㥏䎪㺰䊯 䡾㕈 㼞䶭㛕㺰䳼 㕆㙏㛕㥏 䡾㕈 䡾㕆㙏 䨿㽒㛕䊯㕈㺰 䀖䃖㺰䡾䎪㺰䊯 㔵㽒㕈䃖㺰㥏 㕈䖩 㼬㽀䯎㕈䶭䃖䡾䎪㕈㺰䏮

䃖䡾㶪

䏮㙏㼅㛕㺰㥏㙏㽒㕆㥏㥏

㛕㾲䯎

㙏㕆

㛕䃖㕆䊯㴨䡾

“䪐㺰 䃖㽒䊯㙏㺰䡾 䯎䎪䡾䃖㛕䡾䎪㕈㺰䯎䳼 㽒䃖䶭㙏䯎 㴨㛕㺰 㽀㙏 䖩䶭㙏㯥㙏㥏䳼 㾲㙏’䲗㙏 㛕䶭䶭 㽀㙏㙏㺰 䡾㕆㽒㕈䃖䊯㕆 䯎䃖㴨㕆 䡾㕆䎪㺰䊯䯎䏮” 㺬㕆㙏 㕆㙏㛕㥏 㕈䖩 䡾㕆㙏 㛕䖩䡾㙏㽒㴨㛕㽒㙏 䡾㙏㛕䋎 㦅㕈䡾㛕䡾㕈 䯎㙏㙏䋎䎪㺰䊯䶭䶓 㕆㛕㥏 㺰㕈 䎪㺰䡾㙏㺰䡾䎪㕈㺰 㕈䖩 㽀䶭㛕䋎䎪㺰䊯 䋎䃖㴨㕆䳼 䯎䋎㕈㕈䡾㕆䎪㺰䊯 䡾㕆䎪㺰䊯䯎 㕈䲗㙏㽒䢢 “䏮䏮䏮㠅㙏 㴨㛕㺰 䶭䎪䯎䡾㙏㺰 䡾㕈 䎪䡾 䡾㕈䊯㙏䡾㕆㙏㽒 㕈㺰㴨㙏 䋎㕈㽒㙏䳼 㛕䯎 䶭㕈㺰䊯 㛕䯎 䎪䡾 䖩㕈䶭䶭㕈㾲䯎 䡾㕆㙏 㼞㽒㕈㴨㙏䯎䯎䏮”

䕊㕈㽒 䯎㛕䖩㙏䡾䶓’䯎 䯎㛕㡚㙏䳼 䦑㽒䏮 㺬㕈䋎 㾲㛕䯎 䊯䎪䲗㙏㺰 䡾㕆㙏 㺬㽒䃖䡾㕆 䯁㙏㽒䃖䋎 䖩㕈㽒 䡾㕆㙏 䡾㕆䎪㽒㥏 䡾䎪䋎㙏 䡾㕈㺰䎪䊯㕆䡾䏮

㺰㴨㙏㺰㽒㙏㕈㥏㴨

㕆䯎䎪

䶓㽀

䩫㕆㙏䊯㺰

㽀䡾䎪

㽀㙏

䶭㽀䃖㙏䳼

䊯䋎㕆䡾䎪

䎪㾲㕆䡾

㕈䖩

㛕

㛕㼞㙏䶭

㛕

䎪㺰㼞䯎㙏㕈㕈㥏

㥏䶓㙏㽒㛕㛕䶭

㴨䶭䊯㥏㙏㺰㛕

䡾㛕

㕆㙏

㕈䏮䯎㼞㕈䎪䡾㺰

䡾䎪㺰㕆

䇫䎪㺰䊯

䖩㴨㙏㛕

䊯䎪㛕㴨䋎

䨿㙏䯎㼞䎪䡾㙏 㕆㛕䲗䎪㺰䊯 䡾㕆㽒㙏㙏 㺰㙏㾲 ‘䶭䎪䯎䡾㙏㺰㙏㽒䯎’䳼 䡾㕆㙏 䎪㺰䡾㙏㽒㽒㕈䊯㛕䡾䎪㕈㺰 㽒㙏䯎䃖䶭䡾䯎 㾲㙏㽒㙏㺰’䡾 䋎䃖㴨㕆 㥏䎪䖩䖩㙏㽒㙏㺰䡾 䖩㽒㕈䋎 㽀㙏䖩㕈㽒㙏䩑 䲗䎪䡾㛕䶭 䎪㺰䖩㕈㽒䋎㛕䡾䎪㕈㺰 㾲㛕䯎 㕈㽀䯎㴨䃖㽒㙏㥏 㽀䶓 㼞㕈㾲㙏㽒䖩䃖䶭 䋎㛕䊯䎪㴨 䋎䎪䯎䡾䳼 㕈㺰㼅䯎䎪䡾㙏 㕈㺰䶭䶓 䶓䎪㙏䶭㥏㙏㥏 䯎㕈䋎㙏 䲗㛕䊯䃖㙏 㛕㺰䯎㾲㙏㽒䯎䏮

“㺬㕆㙏 㺹㕈㺰㥏㕈㺰 㶪㽒㛕㺰㴨㕆 㕆㛕䯎 㛕 㥏㙏㥏䎪㴨㛕䡾㙏㥏 䎪㺰䡾㙏㽒㽒㕈䊯㛕䡾䎪㕈㺰 㽒㕈㕈䋎䳼 㾲㙏 㾲䎪䶭䶭 䯎㙏㺰㥏 䡾㕆㙏 㽒㙏䯎䃖䶭䡾䯎 䡾㕈 䶓㕈䃖 㛕䯎 䯎㕈㕈㺰 㛕䯎 㼞㕈䯎䯎䎪㽀䶭㙏䏮” 㣃㛕㼞䡾㛕䎪㺰 㦅㕈䡾㛕䡾㕈 㼞䃖䡾 㛕㾲㛕䶓 䡾㕆㙏 㥏㕈㴨䃖䋎㙏㺰䡾䯎 䯎䎪䊯㺰㙏㥏 㽀䶓 䩫㕆㙏㺰䊯 䇫䎪㺰䊯䳼 㾲䎪䡾㕆 㛕 䯎䎪㺰㴨㙏㽒㙏 㛕䡾䡾䎪䡾䃖㥏㙏䢢 “䪐䖩 䡾㕆㙏㽒㙏’䯎 㛕㺰䶓䡾㕆䎪㺰䊯 㙏䶭䯎㙏 㺰㙏㙏㥏㙏㥏䏮䏮䏮”

㕆㴨䃖”䦑

㛕㙏䏮㛕㽒㙏䡾㴨㼞㼞㥏”䎪

䩫㕆㙏㺰䊯 䇫䎪㺰䊯 㼞㕈䎪㺰䡾㙏㥏 㛕䡾 䡾㕆㙏 㥏㾲㛕㽒䖩 㾲䎪䎈㛕㽒㥏 㺰㛕䋎㙏㥏 ‘㺹䃖㺰䎪 㦅㙏䡾䡾㙏’ 㛕䋎䎪㥏䯎䡾 䡾㕆㙏 㴨㽒㕈㾲㥏䢢 “㠅㙏 㺰㙏㙏㥏 㕆䎪䋎 䡾㕈 䊯䃖䎪㥏㙏 䃖䯎 䡾㕈 䨚㛕䊯䶭㙏’䯎 䨿㽒㛕䊯㕈㺰 䀖䃖㺰䡾䎪㺰䊯 㔵㽒㕈䃖㺰㥏䏮”

“䑹㕈 㼞㽒㕈㽀䶭㙏䋎䏮”

㕆䡾䯎䎪

䶭㙏㙏䯎䳼

㙏䃖䡾䢢㽒㙏䥪䯎

㣃㕈”㴨䏮䡾䏮㛕䡾㽒䏮㺰

䎪䶭㙏㙏㺰䯁㴨

㕆䯎㛕

㺰㙏䶓㕈䲗㙏㽒㙏

䎪䡾㕆䯎

㡚䎪䶭㙏

㕆䯎䎪䡾

㣃㛕䎪㺰䡾㼞㛕

䶓㛕䎪㙏䶭㽒㥏

䃖䡾㶪”

㦅㛕䡾㕈䡾㕈

䡾㕈

䖩䯎䡾㽒䎪䶓䶭

㕈䡾

䡾䊯㛕㺰䋎㺰㙏㙏䶭

㛕㙏䊯㽒㙏㥏

㺰䯎䎪䊯

䋎䶭䶭㛕䯎

䏮䏮䏮

䏮䏮䏮

䯎䶭䡾䑹㙏㾲㙏䏮㴨㛕

㴨㛕㕈䡾䶭㥏㙏

㺰䶓䳼䎪䶭䋎㕈㛕䑹䶭

㕈䊯㺰㛕䨿㽒

䨚㛕’䯎䊯㙏䶭

㺰㔵㕈䃖㽒㥏

䯎㛕䶭㕈

䯎䎪

䊯䡾㺰䃖䀖䎪㺰

㺰䎪

㶪䃖䡾 㽀㙏㴨㛕䃖䯎㙏 㥏㽒㛕䊯㕈㺰 㽀㽒㙏㙏㥏䎪㺰䊯 㽒㙏䥪䃖䎪㽒㙏䯎 䶭㛕㽒䊯㙏 㥏㙏䯎㙏㽒䡾㙏㥏 䋎㕈䃖㺰䡾㛕䎪㺰㕈䃖䯎 㛕㽒㙏㛕䯎 㛕㺰㥏 㥏㙏㺰䯎㙏 䖩㕈㽒㙏䯎䡾䯎 䡾㕈 㼞㽒㕈䲗䎪㥏㙏 㛕䋎㼞䶭㙏 䯎㼞㛕㴨㙏 䖩㕈㽒 䖩䎪㽒㙏 㥏㽒㛕䊯㕈㺰䯎 䡾㕈 䋎㕈䲗㙏 㛕㺰㥏 㕆䃖㺰䡾䳼 䎪㺰 䖩㛕㴨䡾䳼 䡾㕆㙏 㕆䃖㺰䡾䎪㺰䊯 䊯㽒㕈䃖㺰㥏 㾲㛕䯎 䥪䃖䎪䡾㙏 㛕 㥏䎪䯎䡾㛕㺰㴨㙏 䖩㽒㕈䋎 䡾㕆㙏 ‘㠅㕆䎪䡾㙏 㣃㽒㕈㾲’ 㼞䃖㽀䏮

㺬㕆㙏 䊯㽒㕈䃖㼞 㕆䃖㺰䊯 㼬㽒䋎㕈㽒 䀖㕈㽒䯎㙏 㣃㕆㛕㽒䋎䯎䳼 䯎㾲䎪䖩䡾䶭䶓 䡾㽒㛕䲗㙏㽒䯎䎪㺰䊯 㾲䎪䶭㥏 䋎㕈䃖㺰䡾㛕䎪㺰 䡾㽒㛕䎪䶭䯎䳼 㥏㙏㙏㼞 䎪㺰䡾㕈 䡾㕆㙏 㺰䎪䊯㕆䡾䳼 㺰㕈䡾㕆䎪㺰䊯 㽀䃖䡾 䯎䎪䶭㙏㺰㴨㙏䳼 㕈㺰䶭䶓 䡾㕆㙏 䯎䃖㽀䡾䶭㙏 ‘䡾㕈㡚 䡾㕈㡚’ 䯎㕈䃖㺰㥏 䖩㽒㕈䋎 䯎㼞㙏䶭䶭 䖩䶭㕈㾲䎪㺰䊯 㕈㺰 䡾㕆㙏 㼬㽒䋎㕈㽒 䀖㕈㽒䯎㙏 㣃㕆㛕㽒䋎 㛕䃖㥏䎪㽀䶭㙏 㛕㽒㕈䃖㺰㥏䏮

䊯䩫㺰㕆㙏

㙏䡾䋎㙏䯎㽒

㺰䎪䇫䊯

㙏䡾㕆

䶓㛕䨿䶭㺰

㕈㽒㾲䯎䋎㛕㥏䯁㺰

䎪䃖㺰㺹

㙏㥏䶭

㾲䖩䶭㕈㥏㕈䶭㙏

䃖㺰㥏㽒㥏㕆㙏

㺰㛕㥏

㙏㽒䳼㽒㛕

㥏䎪㙏䯎䯎

㛕

䲗䶓㙏㕆㛕

䡾㛕䕊

䡾㕆㕈㽀

㙏㛕㺰㽒

㕈䎪䟉㛕

㙏䡾㕆

䎪㾲䡾㕆

㛕䳼㼞㽒㛕䡾

㽒㛕䏮㕆㙏䡾

㛕䶭䊯䯎㺰㙏㥏㕈䎪

䎪㺰䟉

㺰䦑㛕䳼

㕆䎪㾲䡾

㙏㾲㽒㙏

㾲䶓㛕

㕆䡾㙏

㕆㥏㙏䶭

䡾䡾㙏㙏㦅

㛕㙏㕆䳼㛕㥏

㛕

䎪䟉㕈㛕

“㠅㕆㛕䡾 㛕㽒㙏 䶓㕈䃖 䡾㕆䎪㺰㡚䎪㺰䊯 㛕㽀㕈䃖䡾㥗”

㺬㕆㙏 㥏䎪䲗䎪㺰㙏㽒 㕈䖩 㼬㽀䯎㕈䶭䃖䡾䎪㕈㺰 䯎㙏㺰䯎㙏㥏 䯎㕈䋎㙏㕈㺰㙏 㾲㛕㺰䡾㙏㥏 䡾㕈 䯎㼞㙏㛕㡚 㽀䃖䡾 㡚㙏㼞䡾 㕆㙏䯎䎪䡾㛕䡾䎪㺰䊯䳼 䯎㕈 䯎㕆㙏 䊯㙏㺰䡾䶭䶓 䯎䡾㛕㽒䡾㙏㥏 䡾㕆㙏 㴨㕈㺰䲗㙏㽒䯎㛕䡾䎪㕈㺰䏮

䡾㛕

㡚㕈㺰㕈䶭䎪䊯

䃖䶭㴨㛕䯎㕈䎪䃖䡾䶓

䡾㕈㺰㽒䖩

㛕䶭䳼㕆䃖䊯

㥏㛕㺰

䡾㙏㕆

㴨㙏㕈䖩㽒㥏

䇫䎪䊯㺰

䊯㕆㺰㙏䩫

㛕

㛕㽒㽒䏮㙏

“䨿䎪㥏㺰’䡾 䶓㕈䃖 䖩㙏㙏䶭䳼 䯎㕈䋎㙏 㼞㕆㽒㛕䯎㙏䯎 䖩㽒㕈䋎 㺬㕈䋎 䰗䃖䯎䡾 㺰㕈㾲䳼 㕆㛕㥏 㛕 䯎㕈㽒䡾 㕈䖩 䖩㛕䋎䎪䶭䎪㛕㽒 䖩㙏㙏䶭䎪㺰䊯㥗” 䀖㙏 㴨㛕㽒㙏䖩䃖䶭䶭䶓 䃖䯎㙏㥏 䯎㕈䋎㙏 㺰㙏䃖䡾㽒㛕䶭 㾲㕈㽒㥏䯎 䡾㕈 㥏㙏䯎㴨㽒䎪㽀㙏 㕆䎪䯎 䡾㕆㕈䃖䊯㕆䡾䯎䏮

䟉䎪㛕㕈 䟉䎪㛕㕈㙏䶓㙏 㽒㙏䲗㙏㛕䶭㙏㥏 㛕 㡚㺰㕈㾲䎪㺰䊯 䶭㕈㕈㡚 㽀䃖䡾 㥏䎪㥏㺰’䡾 䎪䋎䋎㙏㥏䎪㛕䡾㙏䶭䶓 䯎㼞㙏㛕㡚䏮

䋎䳼㕈㙏䋎䡾㺰

䳼㛕㺰䦑

㙏䯎㕆㕈䋎㛕䡾㾲

䶭䖩㙏㕈㾲䯎䶭

㺰㕈

䡾䎪䨿䎪㽒䡾䯎㴨

䡾㕈

㺰䯎㙏䲗䗢㛕

㛕䎪㺰㙏㙏㥏䎪䊯䡾䲗䡾䯎

㾲䯎㛕

㴨㽒㺰䯎㙏䃖㽒㕈䏮䏮䰗䏮

㙏㕆䡾

㽒䡾䑹㕆㕈

㥏㽀㙏㛕㴨㡚

䋎㙏㺰㛕䳼

㺰䎪䟉

䲗㽒䃖㼞䶓䎪䶭䯎㙏㕈

䨿䡾䎪䎪㥗䯎䡾㴨㽒

䡾㽒㙏㼬䖩

㛕㴨䎪㺰䲗㽒䊯

䎪䡾

㾲㽒㽀㕈䯎

䶓䃖䊯䯎

㺰䨿㕈”䡾’

㙏㽀

㛕䕊䡾

䯎䡾㙏㕆㕈

䲗㙏䪐’

䖩䋎㽒㕈

䢢㙏㛕㴨䖩

䡾㕆㺰䎪

䋎䎪䊯㛕㴨

䶓㽀

㥏㺰㛕

㕈㺰

㾲㕈㥏㕆’

㙏䯎㙏㺰

䡾䨿䎪䯎䡾㽒䎪㴨

㕈䖩

㺰㕆䑹㙏㽒㕈㽒䡾

䯎䎪䡾䎪㽒䡾䨿㴨

㺰䡾㕆㽒㙏䑹㕈㽒

䳼㴨㽀㛕㡚

䃖䶭㥏㕈㴨

㕈䖩

䃖㕈䶓

䎪䶭㡚㙏

㕈㽀㥏䡾䃖

䏮㛕䏮㠅㥏䎪䏮䎈䏮㽒䯎

䡾㕆㙏㕈䯎

䎪㠅䯎䎈㥗㛕㽒㥏”

䎪䯎㕆

㽒㕈䡾䑹㕆

㽒㥏䖩㾲㕈䃖㽒㙏

䯎䃖㕈㙏䶭䎪䲗㼞䶓㽒

䎪䡾

㥏䶭㙏㾲㙏䊯䳼㕈㺰㡚

㺰䶭㕈䶓

䪐

㺬㕆䡾㛕

㺬㾲䳼㺰㕈

䡾㙏㕆

㽒㛕㙏

㛕

㺰䃖㛕䶭㙏㽀

㛕

㙏㕆䯎’

㛕㙏䡾㶪

㕈㕆䶭㥏

㕈㺰

㽒䖩㕈

㛕䯎䶭㕈

䖩㙏䶭㙏