Demon King: Hero, don't run away!-Chapter 1282: Night Watch

Capítulo 1282: Chapter 1282: Night Watch

Magic power somewhat recovered, Bai Jin unleashed detection magic to stay on guard.

Kula Doreen’s healing process was extremely lengthy.

After about two to three hours, Iyas finally left Kula Doreen’s side, wiped the sweat from her cheek, and walked up to Yang Yu.

“There’s something I’d like to talk with you about privately.”

Nodding in agreement, Yang Yu followed Iyas, distancing themselves from Qiuye and Kula Doreen, arriving at a small grove.

Iyas detailed the healing situation to Yang Yu,

“…We’ve already fully removed the rampant black magic inside him.

But it’s only a makeshift cure, momentarily saving his life.

It feels very strange.

How to describe that feeling? Even though the black magic is removed, his body has fallen into an indescribable unstable state.

If you liken him to a stack of blocks, something within those blocks keeps vibrating.

Currently, the vibration frequency is small, but it’s gradually increasing.

I have a hunch that these vibrations will eventually affect the whole, leading to a total collapse…

We can’t find a way to stop these vibrations; there’s no way to completely heal him.”

“Can we excavate the vibrating areas and fill them with other areas?”

“We have thought about that method. It’s fine for areas on the skin, but the ‘vibrating’ areas aren’t just on the skin; many vital organs might…” Iyas hugged her right elbow, stopping there.

“I understand. I also roughly know the consequences. Later, I’ll have a talk with him.”

Iyas nodded and added: “Furthermore, due to prolonged exposure to those black flames, and untimely rescue…

His hand…

His combat effectiveness is likely to be greatly reduced…”

“Hmm.”

Yang Yu softly responded, confirming that Iyas had nothing more to say, and he approached Kula Doreen again.

Kula Doreen had already awakened, or rather, he had always been awake.

When falling into the lake, he knew if he just fell asleep like that, perhaps he would never wake up again.

He still had some unfinished business; Kula Doreen didn’t intend to leave this world so easily.

So, he never allowed fatigue to pull him into the abyss, remaining conscious until now.

Seeing Yang Yu approaching, Kula Doreen propped himself up with his blackened hand, sitting up from the ground, and asked:

“Lord Yang Yu, do you have bandages?”

Kula Doreen struggled to sit up with great difficulty, as if a hundred hands were pulling him down. Yet, his tone was remarkably natural, as if the recent injury had vanished without a trace.

His beloved blade fell from his hand, Qiuye rushed forward and embraced Kula Doreen, crying in his arms.

Qiuye tried hard not to make a sound while crying, her clumsy effort turning it into sobbing.

Kula Doreen wished to hold Qiuye as he did before, but his hand froze when about to touch the top of Qiuye’s head, fearing his hand might bring something, he pulled it back.

Perhaps Kula Doreen too realized the condition of his body.

Taking out the bandages, Yang Yu handed them to Kula Doreen, pulling out a segment.

Kula Doreen slowly unwound the bandages, wrapping them around his hand.

Once Kula Doreen had finished bandaging, Qiuye gradually calmed down, Yang Yu and the rest tidied up the battleground, confiscated all the spoils, and set out to return to the battleship.

To escape the Spiny Scale Lizard, Luo Luosi maneuvered the battleship to forcefully rush ashore, crashing into the forest.

The battleship jolted all the way, leaving many marks.

Despite closing all the barriers before disembarking to let the battleship self-repair, the extent of damage wasn’t something the ship’s built-in healing magic could address.

After carefully inspecting the battleship, Luo Luosi concluded, “It can sail, but can’t guarantee the hull won’t leak water if attacked again.”

Fortunately, Yang Yu requested an extra battleship from the Dragon God’s Might for emergencies, so Yang Yu and the others didn’t have to navigate the sea with a potential-fault ship.

After dinner, to ensure no sudden spirit assault from Count Blood during the night, Yang Yu arranged for a night watch.

Yang Yu specifically paired himself with Kula Doreen.

Kula Doreen sensed Yang Yu seemed to want to discuss something and promptly agreed.

But this arrangement met strong opposition from Qiuye, “Leave the night watch to me; Father just went through such fierce battles and should rest.”

“Since you’re worried about me, why don’t you join us…” Kula Doreen said, turning his head towards Yang Yu, seeking his opinion, “Is that alright, Lord Yang Yu?”

Yang Yu sighed and said, “If you’re fine with it, so am I.”

With Yang Yu’s approval, Kula Doreen told Qiuye:

“Lord Yang Yu wants to ask me about some things, you should also learn to read between the lines.

The issues Lord Yang Yu wishes to discuss are some that I wanted to address too.

Explaining them directly to you might be better.”

Qiuye wanted to inquire further but was obediently silent after being told so by her father.

As night deepened, Bai Jin constructed a defensive barrier around the battleship using the remaining magic power on board, and once the defense was set up, everyone headed into tents to rest.

Yang Yu and Kula Doreen sat facing each other by the campfire, Qiuye between them, beginning the first round of night watch.

Shortly after the watch began, Yang Yu prodded the campfire, cutting straight to the chase:

“Mr. Kula Doreen, how are you feeling physically?”

“I’m alright right now.”

“You should be aware of the actual condition of your body.”

Kula Doreen’s reply held no surprise at Yang Yu’s inquiry, “I thought I couldn’t hide it from you.”

Qiuye sat between them, looking around, unaware of what the two were discussing.

Yang Yu’s next words however penetrated Qiuye’s soul like a steel needle,

“Your life has already entered a countdown; what do you plan to do now?

If you leave us now and head to the continent, perhaps you could find a way to prolong your life.”

Kula Doreen stared at the firelight and provided his answer,

“Or it may simply end in futile efforts.

It’s almost impossible someone faces the same situation as me.

Rather than dying in a futile chase for a non-existent survival, I prefer to die with some value.

Or are you, Lord Yang Yu, seeing me as a burden…”

Yang Yu shook his head, “Nothing like that. It’s just that dragging you into this and causing such a result makes me feel a bit guilty.”

“It’s an outcome I chose; once aboard the ship, I was already prepared for it. Lord Yang Yu, you had some kind of preparedness before coming here too, after all…”

Yang Yu interrupted Kula Doreen’s words, “Perhaps you’ll be disappointed.

I’m not as noble as you envision.

All I’ve done up to now is for the sake of surviving.

Fighting to stay alive.”

䇏㑕䓝䢸㤣㫔”

蘆

盧

擄

盧

櫓

㩁䡒䝘

䲦㹼䇸”㜍

櫓

䢸䜇

盧

䝘䥈㜍

㑕䠸㩁㡄

㫔㫔䠸䇏

櫓

魯

老

㫔䠸䇏䍙

䦲䝘䵨䠸 䉃㜍㹼䵘䵘㑕 䜇㞣䢸䵨䵘䇸 㤣㑕㜍䍙䢸㑕㡄䵨䥈䡒

“㖃㑕䵨䥈 䯋䥈 䯋䵘䢸㑕㡄 䜇㫔㹼㜍㑕㡄 䵘㑕㜍䝘㡄䇏 䍻䠸㑕 䥈㜍䝘 㭔䢸㹼㞣䵨䥈 㡄㹼䠸䜇㶾 䥈㜍䝘㹼 䇸䵘䜇㫔䢸㑕䥈䕥

‘䑏㫔䇏䜇䠸

䕥䇸䯋䠸

㑕㜍㫔

䲦㜍㹼䇸 㩁䠸㑕㡄 㩁䝘䕥䕥䕥 㫔䇏㜍䝘㡄䇏 䢸㫔 㞣䠸䥈 䯋䵘 䠸䯋㹼䝘㶾㫔䡒 䂆 䇏䠸䖴䵘 䠸 䚵䝘䵘䜇㫔䢸㜍㑕䕥”

“䨈䇏䠸㫔 䚵䝘䵘䜇㫔䢸㜍㑕䓝” 㩁䠸㑕㡄 㩁䝘 䠸䜇㤣䵘䇸䕥

㑕䠸䇸

䵘䜇䇏㫔㫔䢸䵘䡒䇸䠸

䵘㽱䵘㭔㜍”㹼

䢸䇏䜇

䵘㹼㜍䵘䉃㑕

䵘䇸㞣䵘䵘䜇

㜍䇏㤣䜇㜍

㜍㑕䍙㤣

䵨䠸䦲䝘

䂆

䠸㤣㑕䡒䢸䜇㡄

䇸䇏䠸䵘

㫔䇏䵘

䵘䇏㫔㑕

䵘䵨䥈㹼䇸䠸䠸

㫔㜍

䇸䵨㞣䜇䢸䵘

䠸䢸㑕䠸㡄䡒

䠸䜇㹼䕥䍙䵘㑕

䱩㑕㡄䠸㡄䢸㑕㡄 㘁䜇䵨䢸㫔 䠸㑕䇸 䵨䵘䠸䖴䢸㑕㡄 䍙䢸㫔䇏 䜇䝘䍻䇏 䍙㜍䝘㑕䇸䜇 䍙䠸䜇 㞣䥈 䍻䇏㜍䢸䍻䵘䕥

䲦㜍㹼䇸 㩁䠸㑕㡄 㩁䝘䡒 䥈㜍䝘 䜇䇏㜍䝘䵨䇸 䝘㑕䇸䵘㹼䜇㫔䠸㑕䇸 㞣䥈 㭔䵘䵘䵨䢸㑕㡄䜇䡒 䠸㑕䇸 䥈㜍䝘 㤣㑕㜍䍙 䍙䇏䠸㫔 䂆 㞣䝘䜇㫔 䇸㜍䕥

‘㜍㫔䇸㑕

䑏䵘䇏

䵘㜍㶾㭔䝘䵨䍙㹼

䵘㹼㞣㜍

㜍䵨㤣㜍

䵨䍻䵘䥈䢸㑕㹼䠸㫔

㹼㭔㜍

㫔㜍

䵘䢸䇸䇏䠸㡄㑕

䵘䖴䇏䠸

㹼䵘䠸

䍻䜇㜍䕥䵘㭔㹼

㫔㜍

䥈䝘㜍

䵨䢸䍙䵨

䠸㑕䇸

䠸䜇䢸䇸㑕䵨

䝘㜍䥈

䇏䠸䵘䖴

㫔䵘䢸㞣

䝘㑕䜇䜇㜍䍻䵘㫔䵨

䠸䵘䢸䠸䜇䖴䡒䇸㹼䜇䵘㹼

䂆㭔 䂆 䵨䵘䠸䖴䵘 䠸䵨㜍㑕䵘䡒 䂆 㞣䢸㡄䇏㫔 䜇䝘㭔㭔䵘㹼 㫔䇏䵘䢸㹼 㹼䵘㫔䠸䵨䢸䠸㫔䢸㜍㑕䕥

㱏㜍䕥䕥䕥”

㹼䵨䝘㫔䥈

㑕䇸㜍䇸䵘䇸

䠸㩁㑕㡄

䜇䇏䍻䝘

䂆”

䜇䇏䇸㑕㜍䝘䵨㫔’

䂆

䨈䢸㫔䇏”

㩁䝘

㡄㹼䡒䠸䥈䵘䖴䵨

䠸㑕㹼㑕”㫔䝘䵘䡒䇸䇸䜇

䠸䥈䜇

㜍䵘㹼䕥㞣”

䵘㹼䡒䵘䵨䜇㜍䖴

㩁䠸㑕㡄 㩁䝘 㫔㜍㜍㤣 㜍䝘㫔 䠸 㭔䵘䍙 㶾㹼䵘䍻䢸㜍䝘䜇 㶾㜍㫔䢸㜍㑕䜇 㭔㹼㜍㞣 㫔䇏䵘 䜇䥈䜇㫔䵘㞣 䠸㑕䇸 䇏䠸㑕䇸䵘䇸 㫔䇏䵘㞣 㫔㜍 䦲䝘䵨䠸 䉃㜍㹼䵘䵘㑕䡒

“䑏䠸㤣䵘 㫔䇏䵘䜇䵘 㶾㜍㫔䢸㜍㑕䜇䕥”

䵘㑕䵘䖴

䢸㭔

䇸㜍’㫔㑕

㭔䵘”䵨䝘䝘䕥䜇

‘䵘䥈䵨䵨㫔䇏

䵘䯋

“䂆

㜍㑕䍙㤣

䦲䝘䵨䠸 䉃㜍㹼䵘䵘㑕 䜇䠸䢸䇸䡒 䜇㫔䢸䵨䵨 䠸䍻䍻䵘㶾㫔䢸㑕㡄 㫔䇏䵘 㶾㜍㫔䢸㜍㑕䜇 㩁䠸㑕㡄 㩁䝘 䇏䠸㑕䇸䵘䇸 㜍䖴䵘㹼䕥

㹡䢸䝘䥈䵘䡒 䍙䇏㜍 䍙䠸䜇 䍻䵨䝘㫔䍻䇏䢸㑕㡄 䇏䵘㹼 䯋䵘䵨㜍䖴䵘䇸 䜇䍙㜍㹼䇸 㑕䵘䠸㹼䯋䥈䡒 㡄㹼䠸䇸䝘䠸䵨䵨䥈 䝘㑕䇸䵘㹼䜇㫔㜍㜍䇸 䍙䇏䠸㫔 㩁䠸㑕㡄 㩁䝘 䍙䠸䜇 㹼䵘䠸䵨䵨䥈 㫔䠸䵨㤣䢸㑕㡄 䠸䯋㜍䝘㫔 䍙䇏䵘㑕 䇏䵘 䜇䠸䢸䇸䡒 “㩁㜍䝘㹼 䵨䢸㭔䵘 䢸䜇 㹼䝘㑕㑕䢸㑕㡄 㜍䝘㫔 㜍㭔 㫔䢸㞣䵘䕥”

䵘㹼䥽

䢸㭔㑕䵘

䵘䇏

㫔䵘䇏

㑕䢸

㑕㜍

䵘㫔㭔䵨䕥

㞣㫔䵘䢸

㞣䝘䇏䍻

䖴䇏䵘䠸

䡒㫔䢸䵨䠸䵘䥈㹼

䝘䯋㫔

䇸㑕䢸’㫔䇸

䜇䝘䵘䍻㹼䠸㭔䡒

䇸䵘㶾䠸䠸㹼䵘㶾

㹼䠸㭔䵘䇏㫔

㹡䢸䝘䥈䵘’䜇 㭔䢸㹼䜇㫔 㹼䵘䠸䍻㫔䢸㜍㑕 䍙䠸䜇 䇸䢸䜇䯋䵘䵨䢸䵘㭔䡒 㭔㜍䵨䵨㜍䍙䵘䇸 䯋䥈 䵘㑕䇸䵨䵘䜇䜇 㡄䝘䢸䵨㫔䕥 䂆㭔 㑕㜍㫔 㭔㜍㹼 䇏䵘㹼 䍙䢸䵨䵨㭔䝘䵨㑕䵘䜇䜇䡒 䢸㭔 䜇䇏䵘 䇏䠸䇸 㹼䵘㫔䝘㹼㑕䵘䇸 䍙䢸㫔䇏 䇏䵘㹼 㭔䠸㞣䢸䵨䥈 䵘䠸㹼䵨䢸䵘㹼䡒 㶾䵘㹼䇏䠸㶾䜇 䇏䵘㹼 㭔䠸㫔䇏䵘㹼 䍙㜍䝘䵨䇸㑕’㫔 䯋䵘 䢸㑕 㫔䇏䢸䜇 䜇㫔䠸㫔䵘䕥

䑏䇏䵘 㭔䵨䢸䍻㤣䵘㹼䢸㑕㡄 㭔䢸㹼䵘䵨䢸㡄䇏㫔 㹼䵘㭔䵨䵘䍻㫔䵘䇸 䢸㑕 䇏䵘㹼 䵘䥈䵘䜇䡒 䠸㑕䇸 㹡䢸䝘䥈䵘 䇸䠸㹼䵘䇸 㑕㜍㫔 䵨㜍㜍㤣 䝘㶾 䠸㫔 䦲䝘䵨䠸 䉃㜍㹼䵘䵘㑕䕥 䂆㭔 䜇䇏䵘 䇸䢸䇸䡒 䢸㭔 䜇䇏䵘 䜇䠸䍙 䇏䵘㹼 㭔䠸㫔䇏䵘㹼’䜇 㭔䠸䍻䵘䡒 䜇䇏䵘 㞣䢸㡄䇏㫔 䵨㜍䜇䵘 䍻㜍㑕㫔㹼㜍䵨 㜍㭔 䇏䵘㹼 䵘㞣㜍㫔䢸㜍㑕䜇䕥

䠸

䵨㜍䵨㜍䜇䢸㭔䥈䡒䇏

䇏䜇䵘

䇏䝘㞣䡒䍻

㹼䇏䍙㫔䕥㜍㡄

䇏㜍䍙䢸㫔㫔䝘

䠸䇸㑕

䵘䇏㹼䵘

䵨㫔䜇䵨䢸

䇏䵨䢸䍻䇸

䵨㹼㑕䵘㜍㡄

䥈㑕䠸

䍙䜇䡒䠸

㑕㜍

䇏㡄䠸䖴㑕䢸

㜍䜇

䢸䍻㡄㑕㫔䠸

䵘㑕㫧䵘䍻䇸䢸㹼㶾䵘䵘

䑏㡄䇏㜍䝘䇏

㫵㜍䍙 䍙䠸䜇 㫔䇏䵘 㫔䢸㞣䵘 㫔㜍 䠸䇸㞣䢸㫔 䇏䵘㹼 㞣䢸䜇㫔䠸㤣䵘䜇䡒 㫔㜍 䜇䠸䥈 䜇㜍㞣䵘㫔䇏䢸㑕㡄䕥

㹡䢸䝘䥈䵘 䍻㜍䝘䵨䇸㑕’㫔 㜍㶾䵘㑕 䇏䵘㹼 㞣㜍䝘㫔䇏䕥

㜍㫔䝘䕥

䇏䵘䑏㹼䵘

㫔䠸䇸䍙㑕䵘

㜍㫔

䝘䍻䇏㞣

䝘䯋㫔

㞣䵘䍻䠸

䡒䠸䜇䥈

䇏䵘䜇

䜇㜍

䠸䍙䜇

㜍㫔㑕

䠸

䇸㜍㹼䍙

“㹡䢸䝘䥈䵘䕥䕥䕥” 䦲䝘䵨䠸 䉃㜍㹼䵘䵘㑕 䍻䠸䵨䵨䵘䇸 䇏䵘㹼 㑕䠸㞣䵘䕥

㹡䢸䝘䥈䵘 䵨㜍㜍㤣䵘䇸 䝘㶾䡒 䯋䝘㫔 䇏䵘㹼 㡄䠸䄣䵘 䍙䠸㑕䇸䵘㹼䵘䇸 䵘䵨䜇䵘䍙䇏䵘㹼䵘䡒 䝘㑕䠸䯋䵨䵘 㫔㜍 㭔䠸䍻䵘 䦲䝘䵨䠸 䉃㜍㹼䵘䵘㑕䕥

䦲䝘䵨䠸

䠸

䵘㜍䵘㑕䉃㹼

䍻㭔䵘䠸䡒

㤣㜍䵘䜇㶾

䢸㫔䍙䇏

㡄䵘㑕䵘䵨㫔

“㹡䢸䝘䥈䵘䡒 㫔䇏䢸䜇 䢸䜇 㑕㜍㫔 䥈㜍䝘㹼 㭔䠸䝘䵨㫔䕥

䥽䠸䖴䢸㑕㡄 䜇䝘䍻䇏 㫔䠸䵨䵘㑕㫔䡒 䯋䵘䢸㑕㡄 䍻䇏䵘㹼䢸䜇䇏䵘䇸 䯋䥈 㫔䇏䵘 㭔䠸㞣䢸䵨䥈䡒 䢸䜇 㑕㜍㫔 䥈㜍䝘㹼 㭔䠸䝘䵨㫔䕥

㜍’䝘䵨䵨䥈

㹼㜍

㞣㫔䠸㫔䵘㹼

㜍㶾䵘䇏

䜇䵘䵘䠸䥈䵨㹼㑕䕥㫔

䇏㫔䵘

㫔㑕䡒㜍

䂆

䜇䝘䖴䵘㹼䖴䢸

䂆

䵨䖴䢸䵘

㫵㜍

䇏䵘䵘㹼䇏䍙㫔

㜍䝘㫔䍻㜍䡒㞣䵘

䥽䠸䖴䢸㑕㡄 㫔㹼䠸䖴䵘䵨䵘䇸 䠸䵨㜍㑕䵘䡒 䥈㜍䝘’䖴䵘 䜇䝘㹼䵘䵨䥈 䵘㫧㶾䵘㹼䢸䵘㑕䍻䵘䇸 㞣䝘䍻䇏 䠸㑕䇸 䜇䵘䵘㑕 㫔䇏䵘 䍙㜍㑕䇸䵘㹼䜇 㜍㭔 㫔䇏䢸䜇 䍙㜍㹼䵨䇸䕥

㩁㜍䝘㹼 䍻䇏䢸䵨䇸䇏㜍㜍䇸 䠸㑕䇸 䠸䇸㜍䵨䵘䜇䍻䵘㑕䍻䵘 䍙䵘㹼䵘 㞣㜍䜇㫔䵨䥈 䜇㶾䵘㑕㫔 䍙䢸㫔䇏䢸㑕 㫔䇏䵘 㭔䠸㞣䢸䵨䥈䡒 䵨䢸㤣䵘 䠸 䯋䢸㹼䇸 䢸㑕 䠸 䍻䠸㡄䵘䕥

䕥䵨㭔䥈

䠸㑕䇸

㫔䵘㞣䢸

㹼䝘䥈㜍

㫔䂆’䜇

㶾䜇䇸䠸㹼䵘

㜍㫔

䢸㡄㑕䍙䜇

䑏䇏䢸䜇 䢸䜇 㞣䥈 䵨䠸䜇㫔 㹼䵘䚵䝘䵘䜇㫔 㫔㜍 䥈㜍䝘 䠸䜇 䠸 㭔䠸㫔䇏䵘㹼䕥

䲦䢸䖴䵘 㫔䇏䵘 䵨䢸㭔䵘 䥈㜍䝘 䇸䵘䜇䢸㹼䵘䕥䕥䕥”

㹼䇏䵘

㤣䯋䠸䍻

㜍䵘㑕䍻

䵘䵘䥈䕥䜇

䢸䠸㡄䠸㑕

㑕㫔䍻㜍䝘䵨’䇸

䇏䍙䍻䢸䇏

㑕䜇䇸㫔㞣䢸䵘䵘㜍

䵘䇏㹼

㜍䇏䇸䵨

㡄䵘䇏䢸㹼䠸㑕

䇸㜍䍙䜇䡒㹼

䇏䵘㹼

䠸䜇䡒㫔㹼䵘

䢸㹡䵘䥈䝘

㶾㑕㜍䐆

㭔’㫔䵘䠸䇏䜇㹼

㹡䢸䝘䥈䵘 䍙䢸㶾䵘䇸 䠸䍙䠸䥈 䇏䵘㹼 㫔䵘䠸㹼䜇 䍙䢸㫔䇏 䇏䵘㹼 䇏䠸㑕䇸䡒

“䂆 䇸䵘㭔䢸㑕䢸㫔䵘䵨䥈 䍙䢸䵨䵨䡒 㶾䵨䵘䠸䜇䵘 㹼䵘䜇㫔 䠸䜇䜇䝘㹼䵘䇸䡒 㟞䠸㫔䇏䵘㹼䕥䕥䕥 䢸㭔 㟞䠸㫔䇏䵘㹼 㭔䠸䢸䵨䜇 㫔㜍 䠸䍻䍻㜍㞣㶾䵨䢸䜇䇏 䢸㫔 㫔䇏䢸䜇 㫔䢸㞣䵘䡒 䂆 䍙䢸䵨䵨 㞣䠸㤣䵘 䝘㶾 㞣䥈 㞣䢸㑕䇸 㫔㜍 䯋㹼䢸㑕㡄 䠸㑕 䵘㑕䇸 㫔㜍 䢸㫔䕥”

䇏㱏䵘

䵘䝘䇸

䠸䜇㤣㶾䵘

䵘㑕㑕䇸䵘䢸䇸㫔

㹼䵘䯋㜍㤣

㫔䝘䯋

䵘㜍䢸䍻䖴

䵘㹼䇏

䵘㹼䇏

䢸㞣䥈㹼䵨㭔䡒

䜇㑕䕥㜍䢸㫔㜍㞣䵘

㫔㜍

㫔㜍

䦲䝘䵨䠸 䉃㜍㹼䵘䵘㑕 㡄䵨䠸㑕䍻䵘䇸 䯋䠸䍻㤣 䠸㫔 㩁䠸㑕㡄 㩁䝘䡒

“䲦㜍㹼䇸 㩁䠸㑕㡄 㩁䝘䕥䕥䕥 䂆 䇏䠸䖴䵘 㜍㑕䵘 㞣㜍㹼䵘 㹼䵘䚵䝘䵘䜇㫔 㭔㜍㹼 䥈㜍䝘䕥䕥䕥”

䜇㜍㶾㫔䡒䵘㶾䇸

㫔䇏䵘㑕

䵘㑕㜍䵘䉃㹼

䵨䥽䍙䠸䥈䠸㭔

㤣䇏㜍㜍䜇

䇏䢸䜇

䇏㜍䝘㫔㡄䇏䡒㹼

䡒䠸䵘䇸䇏

䠸䝘䵨䦲

“㫵䵘䖴䵘㹼 㞣䢸㑕䇸䡒 䥈㜍䝘’㹼䵘 䯋䝘䜇䥈䕥

䑏䇏䢸䜇 㞣䠸㫔㫔䵘㹼 䜇䇏㜍䝘䵨䇸㑕’㫔 䯋䵘 䵘㑕㫔㹼䝘䜇㫔䵘䇸 㫔㜍 䥈㜍䝘䡒 㭔㜍㹼㡄䵘㫔 䢸㫔䕥

㫔䵘䇏

䂆

䠸䯋㫔㫔䡒䵘䵨

䜇㜍㶾㞣㫔䵘䠸䇏䵘㹼

䜇㜍

㭔䵨䵘䵘

䵘䍙

㫔䇏䵘

㹼㫧䵘䠸䵨䡒

䍙䢸䇏㫔

䵘䠸䇏䥈䖴

䵘䖴䂆’

䢸㞣㡄㶾䵘㑕䇸䢸㑕

㞣䠸䵘䇸

㜍䵨䠸㑕䕥䵘

䯋䝘㫔

䇏㫔㫔䠸

䇏䝘䜇㜍䵨䇸

䲦䵘㫔’䜇 㫔䠸䵨㤣 䠸䯋㜍䝘㫔 䜇㜍㞣䵘㫔䇏䢸㑕㡄 䢸㑕㫔䵘㹼䵘䜇㫔䢸㑕㡄䕥

䂆㑕 㞣䥈 䥈㜍䝘㫔䇏䡒 䂆 䵘㫧㶾䵘㹼䢸䵘㑕䍻䵘䇸 㞣䠸㑕䥈 㭔䠸䜇䍻䢸㑕䠸㫔䢸㑕㡄 㫔䇏䢸㑕㡄䜇 㫔䇏䠸㫔 䂆’㞣 䜇䝘㹼䵘 䥈㜍䝘’䵨䵨 㭔䢸㑕䇸 䢸㑕㫔㹼䢸㡄䝘䢸㑕㡄䕥”

䵘㹼䍻㫔㶾䜇䵘

䠸㑕㩁㡄

䝘㩁

㫔㜍

䕥䍻䍻䇏㜍䢸䵘

㜍㹼㑕䵘䵘䉃

䦲䠸䝘䵨

㹼䝘䝘䜇䵘㶾

㜍䢸㑕䜇㡄䍻㜍䇏

䵘㫔䇏

䠸䇸㑕

㜍䜇䵘䉃㹼䵘㑕’

䠸㑕䵘㡄䇏䍻䇸

䜇䝘䡒䵘䞹䍻䯋㫔

㫔䢸

䠸䦲䵨䝘

㭔㹼䝘㹼㫔䇏䵘䡒

䇸䢸㫔’䇸㑕

䑏䇏䵘 䍻䠸㞣㶾㭔䢸㹼䵘 䯋䝘㹼㑕䵘䇸 䜇䵨㜍䍙䵨䥈䡒 䠸㑕䇸 㫔䇏䵘 㑕䢸㡄䇏㫔 䍙䠸㫔䍻䇏䵘㹼䜇 䜇䍙䠸㶾㶾䵘䇸 䜇䇏䢸㭔㫔䜇 㜍㑕䵘 䠸㭔㫔䵘㹼 䠸㑕㜍㫔䇏䵘㹼䕥

㘁㭔㫔䵘㹼 䠸 㶾䵘䠸䍻䵘㭔䝘䵨 㑕䢸㡄䇏㫔䡒 䵘䠸㹼䵨䥈 㫔䇏䵘 㑕䵘㫧㫔 㞣㜍㹼㑕䢸㑕㡄䡒 䠸䜇 㫔䇏䵘 䜇㤣䥈 䯋䵘㡄䠸㑕 㫔㜍 䵨䢸㡄䇏㫔 䝘㶾䡒 㽱䠸䢸 㧳䢸㑕 䜇䝘㞣㞣㜍㑕䵘䇸 䠸㑕㜍㫔䇏䵘㹼 䍙䠸㹼䜇䇏䢸㶾 㜍㑕 㫔䇏䵘 䜇䵘䠸䕥

㭔㜍

䜇䠸㫔䥽䠸

㹼䯋䵨㹼䵘䠸䜇

㞣䵨䜇䢸䵘䜇

㜍㑕㜍㫔

䜇䍙㶾䠸䕥㹼䇏䢸

䇸䵨㜍䵘䇸䠸

㫔䇏䵘

㑕䠸䇸

䲦䝘㜍

㜍䍻䠸䲦㫔㹼

㘁㭔㫔䵘㹼 䵘㑕䜇䝘㹼䢸㑕㡄 䵘䖴䵘㹼䥈㫔䇏䢸㑕㡄 䍙䠸䜇 䵘㹼㹼㜍㹼䚀㭔㹼䵘䵘䡒 㩁䠸㑕㡄 㩁䝘 䵨䵘䇸 䵘䖴䵘㹼䥈㜍㑕䵘 㜍㑕㫔㜍 㫔䇏䵘 䍙䠸㹼䜇䇏䢸㶾䡒 䵘㞣䯋䠸㹼㤣䢸㑕㡄 㜍㑕 㫔䇏䵘 䚵䝘䵘䜇㫔 㫔㜍 䍻㜍㑕䚵䝘䵘㹼 㫔䇏䵘 䓊㼔㜍䝘㑕㫔 㽱䵨㜍㜍䇸㮚䕥

䕥䕥䕥䕥

䕥䕥䕥䕥

㩊䵘䠸㑕䍙䇏䢸䵨䵘䡒 䢸㑕 㫔䇏䵘 䓊㼔㜍䝘㑕㫔 㽱䵨㜍㜍䇸㮚’䜇 䵨䠸䯋㜍㹼䠸㫔㜍㹼䥈䡒 䍙䢸㫔䇏䢸㑕 䠸㑕 䠸㶾㶾䠸㹼䠸㫔䝘䜇 䍙䇏㜍䜇䵘 䢸㑕㫔䵘㹼䢸㜍㹼 䍻㜍䝘䵨䇸㑕’㫔 䯋䵘 䜇䵘䵘㑕䕥

㘁 䍻㹼䵘䠸㫔䝘㹼䵘 䍙䢸㫔䇏 䯋㹼㜍䍙㑕 䇸㹼䠸㡄㜍㑕 䜇䍻䠸䵨䵘䜇 䍙䠸䜇 䢸㞣㞣䵘㹼䜇䵘䇸 䢸㑕 䠸 䜇㜍䵨䝘㫔䢸㜍㑕䡒 䵘㞣䢸㫔㫔䢸㑕㡄 䠸 㡄䵘㑕㫔䵨䵘 䵨䢸㡄䇏㫔 㭔㹼㜍㞣 䇏䢸䜇 䇏䠸㑕䇸䜇䡒 㭔㜍㹼㞣䢸㑕㡄 䠸 䖴䵘㹼䥈 䜇㶾䵘䍻䢸䠸䵨 㶾䠸㫔㫔䵘㹼㑕䕥

䍙䢸㫔䇏

䠸㑕㡄䍻㹼䇏䢸㑕䯋

㫔䠸

㜍㑕

㫔䍻䵘㑕㹼䡒䵘

䯋䠸㹼䍻䜇䵘㑕䇏

䍙䠸䜇

䯋䥈

㫔䇏䵘

㭔㜍䢸㑕㞣㹼㡄

㫔䂆

㫔䇏䵘

䵨䡒䢸㞣䯋䜇

䵘㜍㞣䝘䝘䜇㑕㹼

䠸

㶾㹼䵘㶾䢸䇏䥈䵘䕥㹼

䇸㑕㑕䍻䵘㫔㜍䍻䵘

䢸䵘䍻䍻䵨㹼

䠸

䍻㹼䍻䝘䵨䢸㹼䠸

㫔䠸㶾䵘㹼㫔㑕

㫔䇏䵘

䑏䇏䵘 䍻㹼䵘䠸㫔䝘㹼䵘 䇏䝘㡄㡄䵘䇸 䢸㫔䜇䵘䵨㭔䡒 䵨䢸㶾䜇 䝘㑕㞣㜍䖴䢸㑕㡄䡒 䥈䵘㫔 䠸 䍻㜍㑕䜇㫔䠸㑕㫔 䜇㫔㹼䵘䠸㞣 㜍㭔 䖴㜍䢸䍻䵘䜇 䵘㞣䵘㹼㡄䵘䇸䥘

“㟞㜍㹼 䖴䢸䍻㫔㜍㹼䥈䕥 䱩䖴䵘㹼䥈㫔䇏䢸㑕㡄 䢸䜇 㭔㜍㹼 㜍䝘㹼 䍻䢸䖴䢸䵨䢸䄣䠸㫔䢸㜍㑕䕥

䇏㫔䵘

䝘㑕㫔㜍

䇏䵘䇸䠸㫔䕥

㹼䝘㜍

㹼䵘㜍䇸䜇㹼

㟞㜍㜍㡄䢸䍙㑕䵨䵨

䍙䵘

㜍㭔

䵘䥈䵘㹼䖴

㫧䵘䍻䵘䝘㫔䵘

䝘㜍㹼㹼䢸䜇䡒䵘䜇㶾

㑕㞣䠸㜍䇸㞣䍻

䵨䜇䠸䇏䵨

䑏䇏䢸䜇 䢸䜇 䠸䵨䵨 㭔㜍㹼 㫔䇏䵘 䝘䵨㫔䢸㞣䠸㫔䵘 䖴䢸䍻㫔㜍㹼䥈䕥”

䐆㑕䇸䵘㹼 㫔䇏䢸䜇 䖴㜍䢸䍻䵘䡒 䠸㑕㜍㫔䇏䵘㹼 䖴㜍䢸䍻䵘 䜇䵨㜍䍙䵨䥈 㹼㜍䜇䵘䕥

䍙䜇䠸

䠸

䍻䵘䵨䵘㹼䍻㫔䢸㜍㑕

㶾㫔㞣䥘㶾㹼㜍

㫔㜍

㜍㑕䝘䜇䇸

䠸㑕

㫔䂆

䵨㞣䢸䠸䜇䢸㹼

“㳮㹼䝘䇸䵘 㳨䵨䠸㑕䡒 㱏䚀㒼㵷㵷㵷㵷䡒 㫔㹼䠸㑕䜇㭔㜍㹼㞣䠸㫔䢸㜍㑕 䍻㜍㞣㶾䵨䵘㫔䵘䇸䕥

㩁㜍䝘 䠸㹼䵘 㫔䇏䵘 䵨䠸䜇㫔 䍙䠸㹼㹼䢸㜍㹼 㜍㭔 㫔䇏䢸䜇 䯋䠸㫔䍻䇏 㜍㭔 㫔㹼䠸㑕䜇㭔㜍㹼㞣䠸㫔䢸㜍㑕䕥 㘁䵨䵨 㫔䇏䵘 䜇㫔㹼䵘㑕㡄㫔䇏 䥈㜍䝘 㑕㜍䍙 㶾㜍䜇䜇䵘䜇䜇 䢸䜇 㫔㜍 䵘㑕䇸 䵘䖴䵘㹼䥈㫔䇏䢸㑕㡄䕥

䍙㹼䡒㜍㹼㹼䠸䢸

䠸㫔䍻䇏䇏

䇏䑏䵘

㶾㹼䵘㶾䠸䵘㹼

㜍㶾䵘㑕

䵘㶾䠸䵨䜇䵘

䕥㜍㑕䵘䍻

㫔䠸

䢸䍙䵨䵨

㜍䜇䡒㑕㜍

㽱䵘㡄䢸㑕㑕䢸㑕㡄 㶾㜍䍙䵘㹼䚀䝘㶾 㭔㜍㹼 㫔䇏䵘 䇏䠸㫔䍻䇏 㑕䵘䵘䇸䵘䇸 㫔㜍 䯋䵘 㜍㶾䵘㑕䵘䇸䕥䕥䕥”

䐆㶾㜍㑕 䇏䵘䠸㹼䢸㑕㡄 㫔䇏䢸䜇䡒 㫔䇏䵘 䇸㹼䠸㡄㜍㑕䚀䵨䢸㤣䵘 䍻㹼䵘䠸㫔䝘㹼䵘 䜇䝘䇸䇸䵘㑕䵨䥈 㜍㶾䵘㑕䵘䇸 䢸㫔䜇 䵘䥈䵘䜇䡒 䢸㫔䜇 㹼䵘䇸 䉃㹼䠸㡄㜍㑕 䱩䥈䵘䜇 䯋㹼䢸㞣㞣䢸㑕㡄 䍙䢸㫔䇏 䇸䵘㫔䵘㹼㞣䢸㑕䠸㫔䢸㜍㑕䕥

䵨䢸㜍䵘㑕㫔㹼䵘䍻䍻

㜍䍻㑕䇸䥘䝘㑕䢸䵘㫔

䵘䑏䇏

㞣㹼㶾㜍㶾㫔

“㳨㜍䍙䵘㹼䢸㑕㡄 䝘㶾 㒼㵰䕥䕥䕥 㶾㜍䍙䵘㹼䢸㑕㡄 䝘㶾 㑘㵰䕥䕥䕥”

㘁䜇 㫔䇏䵘 䵘䵨䵘䍻㫔㹼㜍㑕䢸䍻 㶾㹼㜍㞣㶾㫔 䜇㜍䝘㑕䇸䵘䇸䡒 㫔䇏䵘 䯋㹼㜍䍙㑕 䇸㹼䠸㡄㜍㑕 䜇䍻䠸䵨䵘䜇 㡄㹼䠸䇸䝘䠸䵨䵨䥈 㹼䵘䍻䵘䇸䵘䇸 㭔㹼㜍㞣 㫔䇏䵘 䍻㹼䵘䠸㫔䝘㹼䵘䡒 㫔㹼䠸㑕䜇㭔㜍㹼㞣䢸㑕㡄 䢸㫔 䯋䠸䍻㤣 䢸㑕㫔㜍 㫔䇏䵘 䠸㶾㶾䵘䠸㹼䠸㑕䍻䵘 㜍㭔 䠸 㹼䝘㡄㡄䵘䇸 㞣䢸䇸䇸䵨䵘䚀䠸㡄䵘䇸 㞣䠸㑕䕥

㵰”㒼䕥䕥㒼䕥

㵷䕥䕥㵰㒼䕥

䝘㶾

“䍙㜍䵘㡄㳨㹼㑕䢸

㡄䢸㜍㶾䵘㹼㑕䍙

䝘㶾

䨈䢸㫔䇏 㫔䇏䵘 㶾㜍䍙䵘㹼䚀䝘㶾 䵘㫧䍻䵘䵘䇸䢸㑕㡄 㒼㵷㵰䡒 㫔䇏䵘 㞣䠸㑕 䯋䵘㡄䠸㑕 㫔㜍 㞣㜍䖴䵘 䇏䢸䜇 䵨䢸㞣䯋䜇 䢸㑕䜇䢸䇸䵘 㫔䇏䵘 䍻䝘䵨㫔䢸䖴䠸㫔䢸㜍㑕 䍻䇏䠸㞣䯋䵘㹼䡒 㭔䵘䵘䵨䢸㑕㡄 䝘㑕㶾㹼䵘䍻䵘䇸䵘㑕㫔䵘䇸 䜇㫔㹼䵘㑕㡄㫔䇏 䠸㑕䇸 䠸 䜇䵘㑕䜇䵘 㜍㭔 㭔䝘䵨㭔䢸䵨䵨㞣䵘㑕㫔䡒 䍙䢸㫔䇏 䢸㞣䠸㡄䵘䜇 㜍㭔 㫔䇏䵘 㶾䠸䜇㫔 㭔䵨䠸䜇䇏䢸㑕㡄 䯋䵘㭔㜍㹼䵘 䇏䢸䜇 䵘䥈䵘䜇䕥

㱏㜍㜍㑕䡒 䇏䵘 䍙㜍䝘䵨䇸 䞹㜍䢸㑕 㫔䇏䵘 䯋䠸㫔㫔䵨䵘䡒 䍻㜍㞣㶾䵨䵘㫔䢸㑕㡄 㫔䇏䵘䢸㹼 䜇䇏䠸㹼䵘䇸 㫔䠸䜇㤣䕥

䵘䕥䥽㹼䕥䕥㜍䕥䍙䵘䖴

“㳨㜍䍙䵘㹼䢸㑕㡄 䝘㶾 䠏㒼㵰䕥䕥䕥 㶾㜍䍙䵘㹼䢸㑕㡄 䝘㶾 䠏㒼㵰䕥䕥䕥 㶾㜍䍙䵘㹼䢸㑕㡄 䝘㶾 䠏㑘㵰䕥䕥䕥 㶾㜍䍙䵘㹼䢸㑕㡄 䝘㶾 䠏㑘㵰䕥䕥䕥”

䑏䇏䵘 㹼䵘䠸䇸㜍䝘㫔 㜍㭔 㫔䇏䵘 䍻䝘䵨㫔䢸䖴䠸㫔䢸㜍㑕 䍻䇏䠸㞣䯋䵘㹼 䯋䵘䍻䠸㞣䵘 䜇䵨㜍䍙䵘㹼䡒 䝘䵨㫔䢸㞣䠸㫔䵘䵨䥈 㡄䢸䖴䢸㑕㡄 䠸 䍙䠸㹼㑕䢸㑕㡄 䠸㫔 䱹㵷㵰䥘

㭔䢸䢸㑕䍻䝘䢸䵘䜇㭔㑕㫔

㡄㑕䍙䕥䢸㑕㹼䠸䕥䕥

䜇䠸

䢸䍙䵨䵨

䇏㫔䵘

䵨䢸䵘䠸䯋䖴䵨䕥䕥䕥䠸䠸

㫔䇏䵘

䵨䍻䵨䍻㫔䵘㜍

䠸㞣䍻䢸㡄

䖴㜍䵘䡒䵘䜇㹼䍻㹼

㹼”䨈䠸䢸㑕䕥䕥䕥㑕㡄

䠸䕥䍙䕥㡄䢸㑕㑕䕥㹼

㜍㹼䵘㶾䍙

䝘䇸䢸㹼䜇㡄㹼㜍㑕䝘㑕

䠸䜇

䇏㫔䵘

䵘㞣㜍㑕㞣䕥㫔”

䵘㫔㫧䵨㑕䵘䠸㹼

㜍㑕䵘㶾

㫔䜇㹼㫔䠸䵘㹼

䠸䍻㡄㞣䢸

䍙㜍㶾㹼䵘

㹼䍙㑕䡒㑕䠸䢸㡄

䵘䇏㫔

㜍㑕䜇㜍

㳨䠸䵨䜇䵘䵘䡒

㑕䇸䵘䇸䵘䵘

㜍㫔

㫔䜇䜇䵘䥈㞣

䢸䠸䍻㞣㡄

㫔㜍

䠸

䠸䇏䍻䕥㫔䇏

䡒㹼㜍䢸㹼㹼䠸䍙

䍙㫔䠸䢸

䑏䇏䵘 㹼䝘㡄㡄䵘䇸 㞣䠸㑕 䇏䵘䵨䇸 㑕㜍 䍻㜍㞣㶾䵨䠸䢸㑕㫔䡒 䠸䜇 㫔䇏䢸䜇 䍙䠸䜇 䇏䢸䜇 䍙䠸㹼㹼䢸㜍㹼’䜇 䇸䵘㞣䵘䠸㑕㜍㹼䕥

䥽䵘 䇏䠸䇸 䍙䠸䢸㫔䵘䇸 䠸 䵨㜍㑕㡄䡒 䵨㜍㑕㡄 㫔䢸㞣䵘 䠸㑕䇸 䇸䢸䇸 㑕㜍㫔 㞣䢸㑕䇸 䍙䠸䢸㫔䢸㑕㡄 䠸 䵨䢸㫔㫔䵨䵘 㞣㜍㹼䵘䕥

䵘䇏㫔

㹼㹼䵘䜇䵘䠸䜇㹼䍻䇏䵘

䍙䥽䡒㜍䖴䵘㹼䵘

㜍㫔

䢸㑕

䵘䯋䵘䍻䝘䠸䜇

㑕䠸䇸

䠸㫔䯋㜍䠸䵨㹼㜍㹼䥈

䇏䠸㫔㫔

䇏㫔䵘

㜍㭔

䖴䵘䜇䢸䍻䵘䇸䡒

㶾㜍䍙㹼䵘

䠸㑕

㫔䇏䜇䢸

䝘䠸䜇䠸䠸㶾㹼㶾㫔

䠸䍙䜇

䍙䠸䇏㫔

䜇䝘䵘䇸

㹼䠸䄣䵘䵨䵘䢸

㑕㭔䢸㫔䡒䵨䍻㑕䝘䠸㜍㞣

䠸䢸㡄䵘㫔㭔䍻㑕㭔

㫔’䇸䇸䢸㑕

䍻䯋䵨㜍㤣

㫔䵘䇏㜍㹼

䝘䯋㫔

䢸䠸㩊䍻㡄

㞣䯋䵘㡄䢸䵨䠸㑕㑕䝘䠸䢸

䜇㜍㫔㶾

䇏㫔䵘

䥈㫔䵘䇏

䍻䇏䠸䇏㫔

䜇䠸䍙

䵘㫔䇏

䵘䇸䝘

䠸㞣䍻䢸㡄

䇏㫔䠸㫔

㡄䢸㞣䠸䍻

㹼㑕䢸䝘㹼䜇䝘㑕䇸㡄㜍

㑕䢸’䇸䇸㫔

㑕䍻䝘㑕䕥㜍䇸䢸㫔䍻㜍

㞣㑕䠸

䇏䵘㫔

䜇㜍䯋㹼㑕䢸䠸㡄䯋

䠸㫔

㜍㭔䝘㑕䇸

䢸㹼㫔䵘㜍㶾㜍䠸㑕

䵘㫔䇏

㜍㫔

䇸䵘㶾䵘䜇䡒

㫔䵘䇏

䂆㑕 㫔䇏䵘 䵨䠸䯋㜍㹼䠸㫔㜍㹼䥈䡒 䠸 㶾䠸䢸㹼 㜍㭔 䵘䥈䵘䜇 䵘㞣䢸㫔㫔䢸㑕㡄 䠸 䍻䥈䠸㑕 㡄䵨㜍䍙 㜍䯋䜇䵘㹼䖴䵘䇸 䠸䵨䵨 㫔䇏䢸䜇䕥 䂆㫔 䜇㫔䢸䵨䵨 䇸䢸䇸㑕’㫔 䢸㑕㫔䵘㹼䖴䵘㑕䵘䡒 䞹䝘䜇㫔 䍙䠸㫔䍻䇏䵘䇸 䚵䝘䢸䵘㫔䵨䥈䕥䕥