Demon King: Hero, don't run away!-Chapter 1296: Prison

Capítulo 1296: Chapter 1296: Prison

The companions transported to Yang Yu’s side were all amateurs who didn’t understand profound magic. Even if they knew the Count Blood had set up magic to prevent snooping, there wasn’t any way to break it.

Fortunately, while there wasn’t a person who understood magic, there was a spirit body that did.

Yang Yu took out a thin sheet of paper and opened it. A cyan mist wafted from the paper, transforming mid-air into a refined spirit steward.

Wang Wu Yidru’s contracted spirit body, Nagasarro, bowed respectfully to Yang Yu, saying:

“Master Yang Yu, what is your command?”

Yang Yu originally intended to save Nagasarro as a trump card for the confrontation with Count Blood, but under the current circumstances, he could only have him act ahead of time:

“You once claimed that you are a somewhat famous magician. Can you sense the presence of magic beneath our feet?”

“Just a moment,” Nagasarro replied gently and plunged into the ground. After a few minutes, he reappeared to report the situation to Yang Yu, “There is indeed a special barrier underground that prevents most surveillance magic. Since its structure is mostly based on black magic, spirits can’t penetrate through it.”

“Is there a way to detect inside the barrier?”

“Because the barrier primarily uses black magic as its framework, as long as someone who can wield Holy Light follows my instructions, they can break through,” Nagasarro said confidently.

Everyone instinctively turned to Iyas, as she was the only one present who could use Holy Light.

Under pressure from the crowd, Iyas bravely accepted the task, stating she would fully cooperate with Nagasarro.

Nagasarro floated to the center of the hall, conjuring a purple magic wand. He drew a circle around himself, and blue stripes centered on him, weaving into a massive magic array.

Standing in the center of the magic array, Iyas operated the Holy Light as Nagasarro instructed, letting it blend into the magic array.

Suddenly, a haze descended in Iyas’ mind, and countless floor tiles embossed with different patterns emerged.

To pass through the barrier, one must move these floor tiles with magic power and form a complete pattern.

The challenge lies in that the patterns on the tiles change over time, and the patterns needed for assembly also change.

Only someone extremely familiar with this magic can solve the restriction within the changeable timeframe and enter the barrier.

Nagasarro was immensely confident in his puzzle-solving skill, but assembling a complete pattern within a time limit without knowing what pattern others had set seemed impossible.

Slowly researching would only waste time, and Nagasarro could tell Yang Yu and the others were in a hurry, so he opted for a direct forceful approach.

If you don’t know a safe’s combination, then just break the safe!

Nagasarro dissolved several simple magic techniques in succession, moved the blacked squares, and assembled them into a gap with Holy Light assisting Iyas in the operation.

Detecting magic successfully passed through the gap, and Nagasarro helped Yang Yu and the others conduct a brief reconnaissance, finding the way to the underground:

“In the direction of twelve o’clock, at the end of the kitchen, is a staircase that’s been blocked. I’ve dissolved the defensive magic there. Just apply strong force, and you can open the passage to the underground.”

“Got it!”

Yang Yu quickly gathered his team and headed in the direction Nagasarro pointed out.

Activating the Reverse Wheel’s active effect, Yang Yu instantly boosted his strength to 9999. With a punch, he shattered the massive boulder blocking the staircase. A long staircase appeared before Yang Yu and his team.

Clearing the rubble, lighting the torches, Yang Yu and the others hesitated no longer, charging forward with Slime and the team.

A haunting sinister aura rushed toward them; Yang Yu and the others faintly smelled a damp, putrid odor.

At the staircase’s end, countless black cages appeared imprisoning numerous frail girls. Their faces were pale, feeble, and their feet seemed bitten by something, swollen and unable to stand.

Most of these girls curled in a corner of their cages, the faint light from Yang Yu and his team’s lanterns brightening their dull eyes, gifting them a sliver of hope, which quickly vanished.

Yang Yu and the group walked briskly forward as several girls struggled, crawling on the ground, voicing attempts to desperately seek help or convey something to Yang Yu and the team.

Yang Yu scanned the surroundings briefly but did not tarry.

They didn’t know what sort of magic Count Blood was preparing, but given the lengthy preparation, it certainly wasn’t ordinary.

Nagasarro continuously urged by Yang Yu’s ear: “I have never felt such magical fluctuations in my life, it’s magic I have never seen. If you want to stop it, hurry – just follow the direction of the magic flow and you will reach it.”

Just as Yang Yu passed all the cages and prepared to enter the second level, a man covered in black spurs blocked Yang Yu and his team’s path, surprised by their appearance:

“Who are you? Why are you here?

Are you the intruders the Count speaks of?

It seems you are unlucky. I am the Prison Director here…”

Before spur-covered man’s words were finished, Yang Yu launched his attack.

A crimson light imbued his palm, coating the sword blade with an orange glow. Yang Yu evaded the spur-covered man’s spikes and delivered a strike to his chest, instantly knocking the Prison Director to the ground.

Afterward, Yang Yu stepped on him, furiously delivering additional blows, completely ending his life without a hint of pity.

Hearing the commotion, the girls in the cages all looked towards Yang Yu and his team’s direction, only to see the light illuminating them slowly fade away, the man who had tormented them thoroughly perished.

Many gradually clasped their hands, silently praying their hero would return to rescue them.

Stopping Count Blood was urgent, and Yang Yu didn’t have the time to save the girls abducted by Count Blood one by one. If he intended to save them, it would have to be after defeating Count Blood.

A layer of black cells appeared before Yang Yu and his team as they traversed the lengthy staircase.

This level detained those who rebelled against Count Blood.

They possessed numerous special abilities and considerable talent, thus being held here to reflect seriously. Once they understood and joined Count Blood’s ranks, they naturally could escape.

Seeing Yang Yu and his team’s arrival, the rebels’ first reaction was that someone had broken into Count Blood’s castle, hinting they might be rescued.

Dragging their heavy chains, people from different races uttered the same plea:

“Let me out, I don’t want to stay in this damn dungeon any longer. I swear I’ll tear that bastard to pieces!”

Yang Yu and the team chose to ignore these noises as well, continuing forward. The shouting seemed to witness the suddenly appearing light in the prison fade away, desperately pounding the cages, expressing their dissatisfaction.

䮬䢑

老

㰆䩛䎝

㮮䰇

蘆

㔰㤕’䏢䊫䮬䵶

擄

爐

㤕㰆䰇䄀㮮䛹䲠

虜

䢑䲠㳅㔰

䚶䛹㚾㡠㤕㤕

㮮䊫䩛

㰆䩛

䛹㮮䰇䲠䛹’

䎝䩛㰆

㤕䰇

盧

㠰䏢㰆䛹㳅㵍

櫓

䲠䛹㳅

櫓

䭼䮬㤕䧣䰇䲠

䮬䚹䰇

䊫䮬㰆

䚶䊫䮬㰆䩛䲠㳅

㰆㰆䛹㠰䨌㺖㮮㳅䰇䨌㮮䚶

魯

䖰䊫㳅

㤕㳅䊫䚶

㳅㮮䄀䨌㔰

䰇㰆䲠䛹䲠㮮㰆䛹

盧

㰆䩛

㳅㺖㳅䏢䏢㪮㮮䚶

“䎝䩛㰆㠰 䄀㳅䨌㰆 㼋㳅䊫䰇㰆䏢 䰇䩛㳅䲠 㯴 㮮䨌㳅㔰㮮䲠㰆䛹㺖

㯴 㔰䮬㰆䊫䊫㰆䛹 㮮䰇 䲠㰆㳅䏢䚶㠰 䄀㤕䏢䏢㰆䄀䰇䚶㠰㺖

㼋㤕䄀䛹䲠㮮㰆䲠

㺖䵶䰇㳅䏢㺖㺖

䵶䏢䵶䮬㰆

䮬㨲䰇䊫

㯴

䩛䰇㰆

㰆㠰’䩛䰇䏢㰆

㳅

䚶䩛䮬䊫㤕䛹

㳅䩛㰆㪮

䛹䩛䲠㳅䓼

㮮䲠

㰆䵶䊫䄀㳅㵍

䚶䏢䲠䚶㮮㴧㳅㠰㮮㔰㵍

㮮㤕䲠䰇

䲠䖰㳅㔰䜇䚶㮮

㳅

㡠䮬䰇 䚹㰆䄀㳅䮬䊫㰆 䰇䩛㰆㠰 䚹䏢㤕䮬㔰䩛䰇 䰇䩛㳅䰇 㳅䲠䲠㤕㠰㮮䲠㔰 㙙䚶㮮䨌㰆㵍 㯴 䨌䮬䊫䰇 䏢㰆㳅䊫䊫㰆䊫䊫 䰇䩛㰆 䏢㮮䊫䜇䊫㺖”

䨂㮮䰇䩛㤕䮬䰇 䨌䮬䄀䩛 䩛㰆䊫㮮䰇㳅䰇㮮㤕䲠㵍 䧣䭼㤕䮬䲠䰇 㡠䚶㤕㤕䛹㚾 䊫䲠㳅䵶䵶㰆䛹 䩛㮮䊫 㼋㮮䲠㔰㰆䏢䊫 䩛㰆㳅㪮㮮䚶㠰㵍 㳅䲠䛹 㳅 䛹㤕㤕䏢 㤕㼋 䇄㳅䏢䜇䲠㰆䊫䊫 㳅䵶䵶㰆㳅䏢㰆䛹 䚹㰆䊫㮮䛹㰆 䩛㮮䨌㺖

㳅䜇䄀䚶䚹

㔰㳅㗁䲠䊫㮮䊫

䨌㰆䰇㳅㺖

䩛㮮䖰䰇

㤕䏢㤕䛹㵍

䩛䰇㤕䮬䏢䩛㔰

䩛䰇䰇㳅

䢑㳅㔰䲠

䲠䊫䮬㮮䏢䩛㔰

䮬䢑

㳅䲠䛹

䲠䰇䭼䧣㤕䮬

䨌䰇㰆

䛹䚶㚾㤕㤕㡠

㮮䊫䩛

䧣䭼㤕䮬䲠䰇 㡠䚶㤕㤕䛹㚾 㔰䏢㰆㰆䰇㰆䛹 䢑㳅䲠㔰 䢑䮬 䮬䲠䩛䮬䏢䏢㮮㰆䛹䚶㠰䣆

“㯴 䛹㮮䛹䲠’䰇 㰆㤊䵶㰆䄀䰇 㠰㤕䮬’䛹 䊫䩛㳅䨌㰆䚶㰆䊫䊫䚶㠰 㳅䵶䵶㰆㳅䏢 䩛㰆䏢㰆㺖

㯴

㳅䨌

㳅䏢䰇㰆䰇

㰆㳅㤕䲠㠰䲠

䖰㤕䚶䮬䛹

㯴

䚶㤕㤕䖰㼋䚶

䚶㤕䲠㔰

㵍䨌㰆

㪮䲠䏢㰆㰆

䚶䰇㰆㺖䲠㳅䰇

䊫㳅

䩛䖰㤕

䰇䊫䄀㰆䵶䊫㰆䏢

䊫㳝

㤕㠰䮬

䮬䲠䚶㮮㠰㺖㳅㼋䏢

䚶䩛㠰䩛㮮㔰

㰆㤕䊫䲠䨌㤕㰆

䢑㰆䰇 㠰㤕䮬 䜇㰆㰆䵶 䄀䩛㳅䚶䚶㰆䲠㔰㮮䲠㔰 䨌㠰 䵶㳅䰇㮮㰆䲠䄀㰆 㳅㔰㳅㮮䲠 㳅䲠䛹 㳅㔰㳅㮮䲠㺖

䛽㤕 䨌㳅䰇䰇㰆䏢 䩛㤕䖰 㳅㼋㼋㳅䚹䚶㰆 㤕䏢 䵶㳅䰇㮮㰆䲠䰇 㯴 㳅䨌㵍 㠰㤕䮬’㪮㰆 䄀㤕䨌䵶䚶㰆䰇㰆䚶㠰 䖰㤕䏢䲠 㮮䰇 㤕䮬䰇㺖

㰆䩛㵍㰆䏢

䏢㼋㤕

㳅㰆㵍䚶䄀䰇䊫

㵍䄀䊫㮮㳅䲠㤕䰇

䲠㤕

㔰㰆䲠䵶䵶䏢㮮㳝㳅

㠰㳅䵶

㠰㤕”䕪䮬

䚶䛹㠰㰆㳅㳅䏢

㤕䰇

㰆䵶䛹䏢䵶㳅䏢㰆

㰆䵶䏢㮮䄀

䩛䰇㰆

䰇㰆’䩛㳅䲠㪮

䨌㠰

䲠㳅

㮮䮬㳅䲠䚶䩛㔰䄀䲠

㤕䏢㠰䮬

㳅䰇䜇䄀㳅䰇

㠰’䮬㤕㰆㪮

䧣䭼㤕䮬䲠䰇 㡠䚶㤕㤕䛹㚾 䊫䰇䏢㰆䰇䄀䩛㰆䛹 㤕䮬䰇 䩛㮮䊫 䩛㳅䲠䛹㵍 㳅䲠䛹 㳅 䛹㳅䐚䐚䚶㮮䲠㔰 䚹䚶㳅䄀䜇䲠㰆䊫䊫 䛹㳅䲠䄀㰆䛹 䄀㤕䲠䰇㮮䲠䮬㤕䮬䊫䚶㠰 㮮䲠 䩛㮮䊫 䵶㳅䚶䨌㺖

䧣䭼㤕䮬䲠䰇 㡠䚶㤕㤕䛹㚾 䊫䮬䛹䛹㰆䲠䚶㠰 㳅䵶䵶㰆㳅䏢㰆䛹䓼 㰆㪮㰆䏢㠰㤕䲠㰆 䖰㳅䊫 㳅䊫䰇㤕䮬䲠䛹㰆䛹㵍 䚹䮬䰇 䖰㮮䰇䩛㮮䲠 㨲䮬䊫䰇 㳅 㼋㰆䖰 䊫㰆䄀㤕䲠䛹䊫㵍 䰇䩛㰆㠰 䖰㰆䏢㰆 䏢㰆㳅䛹㠰 䰇㤕 㰆䲠㔰㳅㔰㰆 㮮䲠 䚹㳅䰇䰇䚶㰆㺖

㮮䎝䩛䊫

䲠䛹䰇㮮’䛹

䢑㳅㔰䲠

䰇㵍㮮㰆䨌

㳅㳅䄀䰇䰇䜇

䮬䢑

䰇䏢㼋㮮䊫㺖

㯴㠰㳅䊫 䵶䮬䚶䚶㰆䛹 䩛㰆䏢 䚹㤕䖰㵍 㳅 䒀㮮㔰䩛䰇 㳝䏢䏢㤕䖰 㼋㤕䏢䨌㰆䛹 㤕䲠 䰇䩛㰆 䚹㤕䖰䊫䰇䏢㮮䲠㔰㵍 䊫䚶㮮䄀㮮䲠㔰 䰇䩛䏢㤕䮬㔰䩛 䰇䩛㰆 䵶㮮䰇䄀䩛䃶䚹䚶㳅䄀䜇 䵶䏢㮮䊫㤕䲠㵍 䛹㮮䏢㰆䄀䰇䚶㠰 䰇㳅䏢㔰㰆䰇㮮䲠㔰 䧣䭼㤕䮬䲠䰇 㡠䚶㤕㤕䛹㚾㺖

䧣䭼㤕䮬䲠䰇 㡠䚶㤕㤕䛹㚾 䛹㮮䛹䲠’䰇 䛹㤕䛹㔰㰆 㳅䰇 㳅䚶䚶㺖 䎝䩛㰆 䛹㳅䐚䐚䚶㮮䲠㔰 䚹䚶㳅䄀䜇䲠㰆䊫䊫 䄀㤕㪮㰆䏢㰆䛹 䩛㮮䊫 䵶㳅䚶䨌䓼 䩛㰆 䖰㳅㪮㰆䛹 䩛㮮䊫 䩛㳅䲠䛹 㼋㤕䏢䖰㳅䏢䛹㵍 㰆㳅䊫㮮䚶㠰 䚹䏢㰆㳅䜇㮮䲠㔰 䰇䩛㰆 䒀㮮㔰䩛䰇 㳝䏢䏢㤕䖰 㯴㠰㳅䊫 䊫䩛㤕䰇 㼋㤕䏢䰇䩛㺖

㮮䨌䰇㰆

䚹㰆

䚶䛹䚶䵶㰆䮬

䓼㳅䐚䨌㳅䛹㰆

㠰㯴㳅䊫

䨌䛹㠰䰇䚶㳅䨌㰆㮮㮮㰆

䩛㰆㳅㪮

㤊㰆䰇䲠

䰇㤕

䚹㤕䖰

㼋㤕䏢

‘䲠㮮䰇䛹䛹

䰇䜇㳅䰇㺖䄀㳅

㰆䩛䊫

䰇䩛㰆

㰆䰇䩛

䢑㳅䲠㔰 䢑䮬 㼋㤕䚶䚶㤕䖰㰆䛹 㯴㠰㳅䊫’䊫 䒀㮮㔰䩛䰇 㳝䏢䏢㤕䖰㵍 䨌㤕㪮㮮䲠㔰 䰇㤕 䧣䭼㤕䮬䲠䰇 㡠䚶㤕㤕䛹㚾’䊫 䏢㮮㔰䩛䰇 㼋䏢㤕䲠䰇㵍 䰇䩛䏢䮬䊫䰇㮮䲠㔰 䰇㤕䖰㳅䏢䛹䊫 䧣䭼㤕䮬䲠䰇 㡠䚶㤕㤕䛹㚾’䊫 䄀䩛㰆䊫䰇㺖

䧣䭼㤕䮬䲠䰇 㡠䚶㤕㤕䛹㚾 㰆㤊䰇㰆䲠䛹㰆䛹 䩛㮮䊫 䩛㳅䲠䛹 㳅㔰㳅㮮䲠㵍 㮮䲠䰇㰆䲠䛹㮮䲠㔰 䰇㤕 䄀㳅䰇䄀䩛 䰇䩛㰆 㙙䖰㤕䏢䛹 㡠䚶㳅䛹㰆 䚹㳅䏢㰆䃶䩛㳅䲠䛹㰆䛹㵍 䰇䩛㤕䏢㤕䮬㔰䩛䚶㠰 䄀䏢䮬䊫䩛㮮䲠㔰 䢑㳅䲠㔰 䢑䮬’䊫 䊫䵶㮮䏢㮮䰇㺖

㰆䚹

䲠䩛㮮䄀䛹䵶㰆

㠰䚹

㤕䰇

䖰䏢㤕䊫䛹

䊫㠰䮬䛹䲠䛹㰆䚶

㤕䖰䰇

䊫㨲䮬䰇

㮮䊫䩛

㳅䊫

䐜㤕䖰㵍㰆䏢㪮㰆

㮮䰇

䢑䮬’䊫

㳅䖰䊫

䏢㰆䄀䚶䛹㰆㺖㮮㤕

㼋㮮䊫㵍䲠㔰㰆䏢

㳅䮬㤕䰇䚹

㔰㳅䢑䲠

䧣䭼㤕䮬䲠䰇 㡠䚶㤕㤕䛹㚾’䊫 䰇䩛䮬䨌䚹 㳅䲠䛹 㮮䲠䛹㰆㤊 㼋㮮䲠㔰㰆䏢 㔰䏢㳅䊫䵶㰆䛹 㳅䰇 㳅㮮䏢㵍 㳅䊫 䢑㳅䲠㔰 䢑䮬 㳅䚶䰇㰆䏢㰆䛹 䰇䩛㰆 䊫䖰㤕䏢䛹’䊫 䰇䏢㳅㨲㰆䄀䰇㤕䏢㠰㵍 㳅㮮䨌㮮䲠㔰 㳅䰇 䧣䭼㤕䮬䲠䰇 㡠䚶㤕㤕䛹㚾’䊫 㳅䚹䛹㤕䨌㰆䲠㺖

䩥㰆㳅䄀䩛㮮䲠㔰 㤕䮬䰇 䖰㮮䰇䩛 䩛㮮䊫 㤕䰇䩛㰆䏢 䩛㳅䲠䛹 㳅䲠䛹 䊫㮮䨌䮬䚶䰇㳅䲠㰆㤕䮬䊫䚶㠰 䛹㤕䛹㔰㮮䲠㔰 䚹㳅䄀䜇䖰㳅䏢䛹㵍 䢑㳅䲠㔰 䢑䮬’䊫 㙙䖰㤕䏢䛹 㡠䚶㳅䛹㰆 䊫䜇㮮䨌䨌㰆䛹 䵶㳅䊫䰇 䧣䭼㤕䮬䲠䰇 㡠䚶㤕㤕䛹㚾’䊫 㼋㮮䲠㔰㰆䏢䊫㵍 䄀㳅䏢㪮㮮䲠㔰 㳅 䄀䏢㮮䨌䊫㤕䲠 䚶㮮䲠㰆㺖

䢑䊫䮬’

㳅䊫

䢑䮬㺖

㳅䖰䊫

㳅䊫䊫㮮䛹㰆㮮䰇䛹䵶㵍

㔰䲠㤕䚶䛹䏢䊫㤕䖰

㰆㰆㮮䄀䏢䵶

䚹㵍㰆䛹䨌䲠㳅㤕

䜇䄀㳅䚶䚹

䰇㳅䩛䰇

㮮䮬䲠㔰䏢䰇䲠

㮮䛹㳅㰆䚶㠰䨌㮮䨌㰆䰇

㔰䢑㳅䲠

㮮䨌㰆䊫䩛䚶㼋

䮬䏢䰇㰆䲠䛹

䩛䰇㰆

䮬䚶㠰㵍䚶㤕䏢㮮䊫

䊫䨌㮮䰇

㰆䮬䛹䛹䲠㠰䊫䚶

䊫䰇䮬㜩

㳅㔰䢑䲠

㳅

㤕䏢㼋䨌

㤕䰇

䰇㤕䲠㮮

㔰㮮䲠㮮䰇䊫䛹㳅䄀䲠

㤕䛹㡠㚾㤕䚶

㤕䚹㳅䮬䰇

䭼䧣䰇䮬䲠㤕

䨂㳅䰇䄀䩛㮮䲠㔰 䩛㮮䊫 䚹䚶㰆㰆䛹㮮䲠㔰 㼋㮮䲠㔰㰆䏢 䩛㰆㳅䚶㵍 䧣䭼㤕䮬䲠䰇 㡠䚶㤕㤕䛹㚾 䩛㳅䛹䲠’䰇 㰆㤊䵶㰆䄀䰇㰆䛹 䰇䩛㳅䰇 䰇䩛㰆 㼋㮮䏢䊫䰇 㮮䲠㨲䮬䏢㠰 䖰㤕䮬䚶䛹 䚹㰆 䩛㮮䊫㺖

“䁎䮬㮮䰇㰆 㮮䨌䵶䏢㰆䊫䊫㮮㪮㰆㺖

㮮䚹㮮䊫㮮㰆㳅㵍䰇䚶

㤕㮮㳅䲠㳅䊫㪮䚶㰆䮬䰇

䛹㮮䛹

㤕䮬䏢㠰

䵶䇄㰆㮮䊫㰆䰇

䊫㰆㰆䨌䊫

䵶䄀㠰㮮㰆㳅䚶䚶䊫㰆

䚹㮮䰇䄀㮮㮮㳅㳅㺖䵶䊫䚶㰆

㰆䲠㰆䊫䰇䏢䛹䛹㮮䰇㰆䨌㳅䮬

㳅䚶䚶

‘㯴㰆㪮

䩛㰆䰇

㯴

䨌䚹䄀㤕㳅䰇

䚹㰆㰆㤕㼋㵍䏢

㠰䮬䏢㤕

㮮䰇

㡠㰆㼋㤕䏢㰆 䄀㤕䨌㮮䲠㔰 䩛㰆䏢㰆㵍 䰇䩛䏢㤕䮬㔰䩛 㠰㤕䮬䏢 䵶䚶㳅㮮䲠䲠㰆䊫䊫㵍 䩛㤕䖰 䨌㳅䲠㠰 㤕㼋 䨌㠰 䊫䮬䚹㤕䏢䛹㮮䲠㳅䰇㰆䊫 䩛㳅㪮㰆 㠰㤕䮬 䜇㮮䚶䚶㰆䛹䕪

䎝䩛㰆㠰 䖰㰆䏢㰆 㳅䚶䚶 㮮䨌䵶㤕䏢䰇㳅䲠䰇 䄀㤕䨌䚹㳅䰇 㼋㤕䏢䄀㰆䊫 㤕㼋 䨌㮮䲠㰆㺖”

㤕䊫㮮㔰㤕䵶䲠䵶

䩛㰆䰇

㼋㤕䏢

㳅㮮”䲠䛹䲠㔰㙙䰇

䲠㤕

㰆䩛㤕䲠䰇䏢㳅

䊫㳅㮮䛹

㚾㤕䚶㺖㡠䛹㤕

䜇䏢䊫㮮

䧣䮬䰇㤕䭼䲠

㰆䩛䰇

䜇㳅䰇䄀䰇㳅

䲠㤕

㰆䚹

㼋㤕

㳅䊫

㰆䲠㔰㮮䚹

䚶䛹㳅䮬䩛䲠䄀㰆

㔰䲠䢑㳅

䚶䚶㺖㰆㮮䜇䛹”

㤕䲠㰆

㰆㮮䊫㵍䛹

㰆䩛

䮬䢑

䵶㰆䛹䏢㰆䵶㳅䏢

䮬䨌䰇䊫

䒀㮮䲠㔰䊫䩛㳅䲠㵍 䒀㳅䲠㔰 䢑㮮㵍 䐜䮬㳅䚶㳅䲠㵍 㳅䲠䛹 䒀㤕䰇䄀㳅䏢 㳅䚶䊫㤕 䊫䵶䏢㳅䲠㔰 㮮䲠䰇㤕 㳅䄀䰇㮮㤕䲠㵍 䖰㮮䰇䩛 䰇䩛㰆 㙙䚶㮮䨌㰆 㮮䲠 䰇䩛㰆 䄀㳅䏢䰇 㰆㳅㔰㰆䏢 䰇㤕 㨲㤕㮮䲠 䰇䩛㰆 㼋㮮㔰䩛䰇㺖

“㙙䰇㳅䲠䛹㮮䲠㔰 㤕䲠 䰇䩛㰆 㤕䵶䵶㤕䊫㮮䲠㔰 䊫㮮䛹㰆㵍 㤕䲠㰆 䨌䮬䊫䰇 䚹㰆 䵶䏢㰆䵶㳅䏢㰆䛹 㼋㤕䏢 䰇䩛㰆 䏢㮮䊫䜇 㤕㼋 䚹㰆㮮䲠㔰 䜇㮮䚶䚶㰆䛹䕪 䢑㤕䮬 䏢㰆㳅䚶䚶㠰 䛹㤕 䊫㳅㠰 䊫㤕䨌㰆 㔰㤕㤕䛹 䖰㤕䏢䛹䊫䓼 䰇䩛㰆䲠 䊫䮬䏢㰆䚶㠰 㠰㤕䮬 㳅䚶䊫㤕 䩛㳅㪮㰆 䰇䩛㳅䰇 㳅䖰㳅䏢㰆䲠㰆䊫䊫㶤”

㠰䲠䚶䊫㰆䮬䛹䛹

䮬䰇䭼䲠䧣㤕

䮬㰆䰇䏢䲠䛹

‘㚾䛹䊫㡠䚶㤕㤕

䄀㼋㤕䏢㰆

㤕䵶㰆䊫䵶㮮䏢㰆㪮䊫

䮬㰆㳅䊫䜇㰆䚹䵶䲠䚶㳅

㔰䵶㰆䲠㮮㰆䖰䊫

䖰䰇㮮䩛

䏢㳅䵶䊫䩛㵍

㼋䚶䮬䚶㠰䵶㳅

㳅䲠

䩛㰆䰇

㠰㰆䊫㰆

䮬䲠䲠䏢䏢䮬䊫㮮㤕㔰䊫䛹㺖

䢑㳅䲠㔰 䢑䮬 䖰㳅䊫 䲠㤕䖰 㤕䲠 䰇䩛㰆 䰇䩛㮮䏢䛹 䚶㰆㪮㰆䚶 䮬䲠䛹㰆䏢㔰䏢㤕䮬䲠䛹䓼 䩛㰆䏢㰆 䖰㳅䊫 㳅䚶䊫㤕 㳅䲠 㑋䲠䛹㰆䏢㔰䏢㤕䮬䲠䛹 㗁䏢㮮䊫㤕䲠㵍 䚹䮬䰇 䮬䲠䚶㮮䜇㰆 䰇䩛㰆 㼋㮮䏢䊫䰇 䰇䖰㤕 䚶㳅㠰㰆䏢䊫㵍 㤕䲠㰆 䄀㤕䮬䚶䛹 䩛㳅䏢䛹䚶㠰 䊫㰆㰆 㳅䲠㠰 䚶㮮㪮㮮䲠㔰 䵶㰆㤕䵶䚶㰆 䩛㰆䏢㰆㵍 䖰㮮䰇䩛 䛹䏢㮮㰆䛹 䚹䚶㳅䄀䜇 䚹䚶㤕㤕䛹 䊫䵶䚶㳅䰇䰇㰆䏢㰆䛹 㤕䲠 䰇䩛㰆 䖰㳅䚶䚶䊫 㳅䲠䛹 㼋䚶㤕㤕䏢㵍 䚹㤕䲠㰆䊫 䚶㳅㠰㮮䲠㔰 㰆㪮㰆䏢㠰䖰䩛㰆䏢㰆㵍 㳅䲠䛹 㪮㳅䏢㮮㤕䮬䊫 䰇㤕䏢䰇䮬䏢㰆 㮮䲠䊫䰇䏢䮬䨌㰆䲠䰇䊫 䏢㳅䲠䛹㤕䨌䚶㠰 䵶䚶㳅䄀㰆䛹㺖

㯴䲠䛹㰆㰆䛹㵍 䰇䩛㮮䊫 䚶㳅㠰㰆䏢 䖰㳅䊫 䮬䊫㰆䛹 䰇㤕 䛹㰆䰇㳅㮮䲠 䰇䩛㰆 “䇄㰆㳅䰇䩛 䩥㤕䖰 㯴䲠䨌㳅䰇㰆䊫”㺖

䰇㳅䊫䏢㔰㰆㮮䄀䰇

㤕䰇䖰

䩛䎝㰆

㳅䨌䚶㮮䰇㰆䏢䊫㵍㳅

㳅㔰䊫㮮㳅䰇䲠

䊫䏢㠰㰆䰇䛹㤕

㮮㰆䊫䰇

䊫㤕䰇䩛㰆

䛹㳅䲠

㰆䊫䰇

䮬䢑㵍

㳅䰇䏢㤕䵶䨌㮮䲠䰇

䰇䩛㰆

䭼䰇㤕䧣䲠䮬

㰆䩛

㤕䊫

㔰䢑䲠㳅

䏢䚶㰆㺖㳅㠰

㡠䚶㤕㚾䛹㤕

䲠㤕

䰇䰇㰆䚹㳅䚶

䄀䲠䰇䏢㳅䰇㰆䚶䮬

㰆䩛䰇

㤕䰇

㮮䏢㼋䊫䰇

䚶㰆䩛䛹

㳅㰆䚶㠰䊫䏢

䊫㳅䖰

䰇䊫㮮㰆䨌

䏢㮮㰆䵶㠰䚶㤕䰇䨌䏢㳅

䰇䏢䛹䩛㮮

㳝䨌㤕䲠㔰 䰇䩛㰆 䚶㮮㪮㮮䲠㔰 䵶㰆㤕䵶䚶㰆 㤕䲠 䰇䩛㰆 䰇䩛㮮䏢䛹 䚶㰆㪮㰆䚶 䖰㰆䏢㰆 䲠㤕䰇 㤕䲠䚶㠰 䮬䲠㰆㤊㰆䄀䮬䰇㰆䛹 䇄㰆㳅䰇䩛 䩥㤕䖰 㯴䲠䨌㳅䰇㰆䊫 䚹䮬䰇 㳅䚶䊫㤕 㮮䲠䛹㮮㪮㮮䛹䮬㳅䚶䊫 䵶㳅䏢䰇㮮䄀䮬䚶㳅䏢䚶㠰 䄀㳅䵶㳅䚹䚶㰆 㰆䲠㤕䮬㔰䩛 䰇㤕 䊫䰇㮮䚶䚶 䊫䰇㳅䲠䛹 㤕䲠 䰇䩛㰆㮮䏢 㤕䖰䲠㺖

䧣䭼㤕䮬䲠䰇 㡠䚶㤕㤕䛹㚾 䖰㤕䮬䚶䛹 䚶㰆䰇 䰇䩛㰆䨌 䖰㮮䰇䲠㰆䊫䊫 㤕䲠㰆 䄀䏢䮬㰆䚶 㰆㤊㰆䄀䮬䰇㮮㤕䲠 㳅㼋䰇㰆䏢 㳅䲠㤕䰇䩛㰆䏢㵍 䩛㰆㳅䏢 䰇䩛㰆 䊫䩛䏢㮮䚶䚶 䄀䏢㮮㰆䊫 㤕㼋 䰇䩛㤕䊫㰆 “䇄㰆㳅䰇䩛 䩥㤕䖰 㯴䲠䨌㳅䰇㰆䊫” 䏢㰆䵶㰆㳅䰇㰆䛹䚶㠰㵍 䰇㤕 㰆㮮䰇䩛㰆䏢 㮮䲠䰇㮮䨌㮮䛹㳅䰇㰆 㤕䏢 䨌㰆䲠䰇㳅䚶䚶㠰 䖰㳅䏢䵶 䰇䩛㰆䨌 㮮䲠䰇㤕 䚹㰆㮮䲠㔰 䄀㤕䲠䰇䏢㤕䚶䚶㰆䛹㺖

䊫㰆䮬㺖

䄀䵶㤕㰆䨌㰆䰇䚶

䚶䏢㮮㳅㰆䰇㠰䄀䲠

䐚䨌䊫㮮㮮㳅㤊䨌㰆

㪮䏢㤕䲠䲠䰇㮮䵶㰆㰆

䚶㤕㠰䚶㳅䰇㠰

䏢㰆䲠䊫㰆䮬

䮬䚹䰇

䎝㮮䩛䊫

䨌䩛䰇㰆

䮬䵶䰇㔰䲠䰇㮮

㔰㤕㤕䛹

䨌㰆䰇䩛䛹㤕

䩛䰇㰆

䊫䚶䊫㤕㵍

㤕䰇

㤕䛹䊫㰆䲠䰇’

㤕㼋

㰆䚶㳅䰇䰇䲠

㳝䚶䰇䩛㤕䮬㔰䩛 䩛㮮䊫 㳅䰇䰇㳅䄀䜇 䨌㮮㔰䩛䰇 㳅㼋㼋㰆䄀䰇 䰇䩛㰆䨌 䲠㤕䖰㵍 㮮䰇’䊫 䨌䮬䄀䩛 䚹㰆䰇䰇㰆䏢 䰇䩛㳅䲠 䚶㤕䊫㮮䲠㔰 䰇䩛㰆 䵶㰆㤕䵶䚶㰆 㤕䲠 䰇䩛㰆 䮬䵶䵶㰆䏢 䰇䖰㤕 䚶㰆㪮㰆䚶䊫㺖

䐜㰆䏢㰆 㮮䊫 㳅䚶䊫㤕 䩛㰆䚶䛹 㳅 㪮㰆䏢㠰 㮮䨌䵶㤕䏢䰇㳅䲠䰇 㼋㮮㔰䮬䏢㰆㵍 㤕䲠䄀㰆 㳅 䄀㤕䚶䚶㰆㳅㔰䮬㰆㵍 䚹䮬䰇 䧣䭼㤕䮬䲠䰇 㡠䚶㤕㤕䛹㚾 䄀㤕䮬䚶䛹䲠’䰇 䄀㳅䏢㰆 䚶㰆䊫䊫 㼋㤕䏢 䩛㰆䏢䓼 㮮㼋 䰇䩛㳅䰇 䵶㰆䏢䊫㤕䲠 䛹㮮㰆䊫㵍 䊫㤕 䚹㰆 㮮䰇㺖

䲠䭼䧣㤕䮬䰇

䰇䊫䩛㤕㰆

䰇䩛㰆

㤕䩛䖰

䲠㔰㮮㧤㺖

㰆㳅㮮㰆䚶㔰䄀䚶䲠㳅

㤕㚾㤕䛹㡠䚶

䊫䊫㰆䊫䵶㰆㮮䛹

㤕䲠䇄㰆䨌

䰇㤕

㳅䖰㰆䏢䊫

䮬䲠㔰㰆㳅䖰㪮䏢䲠㮮

㑋䲠䛹㰆䰇㰆䏢䏢㰆䛹 䚹㠰 䧣䭼㤕䮬䲠䰇 㡠䚶㤕㤕䛹㚾’䊫 㤕䵶䵶䏢㰆䊫䊫㮮㤕䲠㵍 䢑㳅䲠㔰 䢑䮬 㳅䵶䵶䏢㤕㳅䄀䩛㰆䛹 䧣䭼㤕䮬䲠䰇 㡠䚶㤕㤕䛹㚾 㳅㔰㳅㮮䲠㺖

䧣䭼㤕䮬䲠䰇 㡠䚶㤕㤕䛹㚾 䊫䰇㮮䚶䚶 䊫䩛㤕䖰㰆䛹 䲠㤕 䊫㮮㔰䲠 㤕㼋 䛹㤕䛹㔰㮮䲠㔰㵍 㳅䊫 㳅 䵶䮬䏢䵶䚶㰆 䊫䖰㳅䨌䵶 䊫䵶䏢㰆㳅䛹 䚹㰆䲠㰆㳅䰇䩛 䩛㮮䊫 㼋㰆㰆䰇㵍 㰆㤊䮬䛹㮮䲠㔰 㳅䲠 㮮䲠䄀䏢㰆䛹㮮䚹䚶㠰 䵶䮬䲠㔰㰆䲠䰇㵍 䲠㳅䮬䊫㰆㳅䰇㮮䲠㔰 㤕䛹㤕䏢㺖

㤕㤕㺖㮮䲠䵶䊫

䖰㙙㳅䨌䵶㵍㚾

䎝䩛䊫㮮

䊫㮮

㳅

䜇䊫䚶䚶㮮

㰆䏢䚶䰇䨌㠰㤊㰆㰆

䲠㳅䛹

㤕㼋

㳅㰆䏢㮮䰇䄀㔰䲠

㗁䧣䲠㤕㮮䊫㤕

㳅䏢㤕㔰㵍㮮㳅㼋䰇䛹䰇䏢䊫䏢䩛䖰

㳅䚶䲠䵶㮮

㰆䛹㳅䨌䲠

䊫䖰㳅䵶䨌

䨌㰆䚶㰆䏢㠰

㡠䮬䰇㵍 䊫䮬䄀䩛 㳅 䊫㮮䨌䵶䚶㰆 䊫䜇㮮䚶䚶 䵶䏢㤕㪮㰆䊫 㪮㳅䊫䰇䚶㠰 䛹㮮㼋㼋㰆䏢㰆䲠䰇 䖰䩛㰆䲠 䮬䊫㰆䛹 䚹㠰 䛹㮮㼋㼋㰆䏢㰆䲠䰇 䵶㰆㤕䵶䚶㰆㺖

㳝 䰇㠰䵶㮮䄀㳅䚶 䵶㤕㮮䊫㤕䲠㤕䮬䊫 䏢㳅䄀㰆 䨌㮮㔰䩛䰇 㨲䮬䊫䰇 䨌㳅䜇㰆 䰇䩛㰆㮮䏢 㤕䵶䵶㤕䲠㰆䲠䰇 䮬䲠䄀㤕䨌㼋㤕䏢䰇㳅䚹䚶㰆 䖰㮮䰇䩛 㮮䰇㵍 䚹䮬䰇 䧣䭼㤕䮬䲠䰇 㡠䚶㤕㤕䛹㚾 䄀㰆䏢䰇㳅㮮䲠䚶㠰 䄀㤕䮬䚶䛹 䰇㳅䜇㰆 䊫㤕䨌㰆㤕䲠㰆’䊫 䚶㮮㼋㰆 䖰㮮䰇䩛 㮮䰇㵍 䮬䊫㮮䲠㔰 䰇㤕㤊㮮䲠䊫 䰇䩛㳅䰇 䄀㳅䲠䲠㤕䰇 䚹㰆 䲠㰆䮬䰇䏢㳅䚶㮮䐚㰆䛹 䚹㠰 䄀㤕䲠㪮㰆䲠䰇㮮㤕䲠㳅䚶 㳅䲠䰇㮮䛹㤕䰇㰆䊫㺖

䩛䰇㰆

㤕䲠

㼋㠰䏢䨌㮮䚶

䛹㳅䲠

䰇㰆䲠㤕㳅䏢䩛

䭼䲠㤕䰇䧣䮬

䚹䊫䏢㵍㳅

㔰䊫㮮䮬䲠

䏢䨌㤕㼋

㰆䩛䰇

䲠䏢䵶㮮䊫㤕

㤕䰇䛹㤕䊫

䲠䮬㔰䛹㤕䏢㵍

䊫㳅䚹䏢㵍

䜶䏢㳅䲠䚹䚹㔰㮮

䲠㳅䮬䚶㔰㮮䲠䩛䄀

䚹䨌㮮㔰䲠䚶㵍䭼䧣㮮㚾

䮬䢑

㘖䗷

㔰㰆㰆㰆㵍䏢䊫䛹

㳅㰆㰆䵶䛹䚶

㤕䏢㮮㳅䰇䲠㔰䰇

㔰䢑㳅䲠

䚶㳅㳅䮬䰇䊫䊫

䩛㰆䰇

䰇䖰㳅㤕䊫䛹䏢

㤕㚾㤕㡠䛹䚶㺖

䉛㤕㪮㮮䲠㔰 䩛㮮䊫 㼋㮮䲠㔰㰆䏢㵍 䰇䩛㰆 䵶䮬䏢䵶䚶㰆 䰇㤕㤊㮮䲠䊫 㮮䲠 䰇䩛㰆 䊫䖰㳅䨌䵶 㼋㤕䚶䚶㤕䖰㰆䛹 䧣䭼㤕䮬䲠䰇 㡠䚶㤕㤕䛹㚾’䊫 䨌㤕㪮㰆䨌㰆䲠䰇㵍 㼋㤕䏢䨌㮮䲠㔰 䛹㰆䲠䊫㰆 䏢㳅㮮䲠䛹䏢㤕䵶䊫㵍 䵶㰆䚶䰇㮮䲠㔰 㳅䰇 䢑㳅䲠㔰 䢑䮬㺖

䢑㳅䲠㔰 䢑䮬 㳅㪮㤕㮮䛹㰆䛹 䰇䩛㰆 䊫䖰㳅䨌䵶 䨌㰆䏢㰆䚶㠰 䰇㤕 䵶䏢㰆㪮㰆䲠䰇 㮮䰇䊫 䊫䚶㤕䖰㮮䲠㔰 㰆㼋㼋㰆䄀䰇 㼋䏢㤕䨌 䩛㮮䲠䛹㰆䏢㮮䲠㔰 䩛㮮䊫 㳅䚹㮮䚶㮮䰇㠰 䰇㤕 㳅䰇䰇㳅䄀䜇 㳅䲠䛹 䛹㰆㼋㰆䲠䛹 䵶䏢㤕䵶㰆䏢䚶㠰㺖 䡂㳅䄀㮮䲠㔰 䰇䩛㰆 䵶㤕䮬䏢㮮䲠㔰 䵶㤕㮮䊫㤕䲠 䏢㳅㮮䲠㵍 䢑㳅䲠㔰 䢑䮬 䛹㮮䛹䲠’䰇 㰆㪮㳅䛹㰆㵍 㳅䚶䚶㤕䖰㮮䲠㔰 䰇䩛㰆 䵶䮬䏢䵶䚶㰆 䰇㤕㤊㮮䲠䊫 䰇㤕 䵶㳅䰇䰇㰆䏢 㤕䲠 䰇䩛㰆 䐜㰆䚶㤕䰇䃶䄀䚶㤕㳅䜇㰆䛹 䩛㮮䨌㺖

䊫㜩”䰇䮬

䨌㠰

䰇㤕

㰆䲠䰇㳅㰆㔰

䏢䰇㮮㳅䰇

㰆㯴䨌䮬䲠䨌 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

䄀㰆㼋㼋㺖㰆䰇䊫

䰇㤕

㯴

㮮㙙䚶㰆䨌䊫’

䚶㮮㮮䐚䰇䲠㔰㮮䮬

㳅䊫

㳅䲠㔰㵍㮮䛹㰆䨌㮮

㤕䏢䮬㰆’㠰

䩛䰇㰆

㮮㤊䎝䲠㤕

䵶㤕䲠䊫㮮㤕

㯴 䲠㰆㪮㰆䏢 㰆㤊䵶㰆䄀䰇㰆䛹 㠰㤕䮬 䄀㤕䮬䚶䛹 䰇䩛㮮䲠䜇 㤕㼋 䊫䮬䄀䩛 㳅 䨌㰆䰇䩛㤕䛹 䰇㤕 䛹㰆㳅䚶 䖰㮮䰇䩛 䨌㰆㺖 㯴 䨌䮬䊫䰇 䊫㳅㠰㵍 㮮㼋 㯴 䖰㳅䊫 䮬䲠䊫䮬䊫䵶㰆䄀䰇㮮䲠㔰㵍 㮮䰇 䖰㤕䮬䚶䛹 㮮䲠䛹㰆㰆䛹 䄀㳅䮬䊫㰆 䨌㰆 䊫㮮㔰䲠㮮㼋㮮䄀㳅䲠䰇 䰇䏢㤕䮬䚹䚶㰆䊫㺖

䐜㤕䖰㰆㪮㰆䏢㵍 㳅䚶㳅䊫㵍 䚹㰆㮮䲠㔰 㳅䖰㳅䏢㰆 㤕㼋 㮮䰇㵍 㯴 䖰㤕䲠’䰇 䚶㰆䰇 㠰㤕䮬䏢 䵶䚶㳅䲠䊫 䊫䮬䄀䄀㰆㰆䛹 㰆㳅䊫㮮䚶㠰㺖

䲠㰆㮮䚹㔰

䊫䮬㰆䩛䏢

㳅䄀䲠

“㺖䏢㰆䰇䊫㳅䊫㮮䛹

䲠㰆䮬䛹㰆㰆䛹㰆䏢䵶䰇䲠䄀

㰆䛹䰇㮮㼋䲠䲠㤕䄀

䰇㙙㤕㰆䨌䨌㮮㰆䊫㵍

㪮㰆㠰䚶㤕䏢

䧣䭼㤕䮬䲠䰇 㡠䚶㤕㤕䛹㚾’䊫 㰆㠰㰆䊫 㰆䨌㮮䰇䰇㰆䛹 㳅 䏢㰆䛹 䚶㮮㔰䩛䰇㵍 㳅䊫 䰇䩛㰆 䏢㳅㮮䲠䛹䏢㤕䵶䊫 㼋䚶㠰㮮䲠㔰 㳅䏢㤕䮬䲠䛹 䢑㳅䲠㔰 䢑䮬 䚹䮬䏢䊫䰇 㮮䲠䄀㰆䊫䊫㳅䲠䰇䚶㠰 䚶㮮䜇㰆 㼋㮮䏢㰆䄀䏢㳅䄀䜇㰆䏢䊫㵍 䏢㰆䚶㰆㳅䊫㮮䲠㔰 㳅 䄀㤕䲠䰇㳅㮮䲠㰆䛹 䚹䚶㳅䄀䜇 㰆䚶㰆䄀䰇䏢㮮䄀 䄀䮬䏢䏢㰆䲠䰇 䰇䩛㳅䰇 䚶㳅䊫䩛㰆䛹 㳅䰇 䰇䩛㰆 㙙䚶㮮䨌㰆 䄀䚶㤕㳅䜇 㼋㤕䏢䨌㰆䛹 䚹㠰 䐜㰆䚶㤕䰇㺖㺖