Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy-Chapter 1401 - 136: When the Black Night Falls

Capítulo 1401: Chapter 136: When the Black Night Falls

If the fat man’s encounter were turned into light and shadow for a film, it might be cursed by countless people for being overly fantasized and detached from reality.

But reality often comes more melodramatic than imagination.

It’s an undeniable fact that the mecha, whose specific parameters are temporarily unknown, has already become a genuine defensive mecha.

Previously, only the Flying Dragon member Tank piloted the sole defensive mecha [Steel King].

Now this second one [Fury]… if the fat man could make good use of his verbal mockery skills, it might play a role beyond imagination in certain places.

Ignore the attack, absorb kinetic energy, reinforce counterattack…

The mecha from the ruins truly possesses functions beyond imagination.

With each step, fat man piloted [Fury] to the outer edges.

This mecha produced from the ruins seems to have certain immunity to the rules here; although the radar still gets largely suppressed, it can at least provide him with most of his vision.

It’s just…

“This is worse than my casual way-finding; this map… what’s the difference between seeing and not seeing?”

In his vision, it’s all green, towering trees hundreds of meters high stretching endlessly.

No guidance at all, and the coordinates of his warship cannot be gathered.

As for taking flight…

Forget it, one should know oneself.

…

…

When the fat man was the first to leave the ruins, something seemed to change inside the Light Relics.

Those beams began to move lightly.

At first glance, it seemed as if they were naturally moving with the sunlight.

But when combined with the colors of the beams, it appeared somewhat eerie.

Especially, when certain passages happened to be near those beams, the danger level would increase infinitely; who knows if such a beam might sweep through the moment you enter.

After Mu Fan narrowly avoided a beam, the sense of crisis in his heart finally started to rise bit by bit.

The Reverse Scale in his hand always pointed in one direction, his grip turning slightly pale.

He dearly hoped to find a trace of life in the ruins.

He didn’t care what he might gain here.

He had Shura, he slashed through Demon God, yet couldn’t find the slightest trace of that girl.

His teeth ground together noisily.

Mu Fan, like a shadow along the rugged mountain road, zoomed towards the central snowy mountain where daylight began to fade, and the sky gradually darkened.

Time ticked by, and the ruins were about to enter its first night.

In everyone’s vision, those colorful beams finally began to fade bit by bit.

“Phew… These lights are finally starting to disappear.”

The clear voice carried a hint of fatigue-induced annoyance.

Empire’s Seventh Princess Ying Lin, with a silver metal mask, lazily sat on a stone, unwilling to move.

“Exhausted, let’s take a break here.”

After speaking, Ying Lin stretched out beautifully.

“Princess, it’s absolutely no place to linger here.”

The handsome and cold-faced Kay interrupted Ying Lin, twenty meters behind, where Zheng clad in Blood Armor stood like a pine, carrying a giant Blood Scythe on alert.

Hearing the conversation here was not difficult for him, but the decision lay in the princess’s hands; the leader among the Wutong Guard is definitely not one to be taken lightly.

Thus, in Zheng’s view, allowing the princess to decide for herself is sufficient; he only needs to follow orders.

Kay was willing to converse with the princess, that was his choice, as each Sealing Abyss Deadpool had their own individuality and varied choices as normal.

Ying Lin waved her slender hand to cool off her fair neck, paused when she heard this, and a subtle smile flashed in her eyes as she gazed at Kay.

“How can you be so sure this place isn’t meant for staying, if we keep going, we might actually die, do you believe it?” That crisp voice carried a certain mysterious dignity, causing a hint of hesitation on Kay’s face.

“Please, reveal the truth, Princess.”

Ying Lin’s chuckling laughter finally resounded, “You guard me unlike my brother, no need to be so serious, you see, the sky is growing dark, do you think those dangerous beams dimming means we’re safer?”

Her pale scallion-like fingertips pointed not far away.

“Isn’t that so?” Kay asked mournfully, looking back, where the three found themselves atop a hill where the view was excellent, but the danger seemed… quite high.

“Of course not.” Ying Lin’s voice carried decisiveness, “You’re not to blame for not knowing, after all, only the Royal family Wutong Guard can grasp the collected data accurately.”

The girl pointed to her mind, then began to narrate calmly:

“Empire’s Secret History Ruins Volume records, in the Light Relics where opportunities and dangers are extremely great, everything will exceed your imagination. To put it more bluntly, your usual experiences often don’t apply here.”

“Known functions of the colorful beams are that green represents healing, red represents burning, white represents teleportation, yellow represents corrosion, blue represents freezing… but these are only during the day.”

“When the ruins enter the night, the daytime seen beams, aside from the trigger-type teleportation beams, will all vanish. Instead, they are replaced by golden beams…”

As Ying Lin’s words sounded, the sky finally dimmed completely, with no bright moon hanging overhead; it was the kind of darkness where one couldn’t see their hand in front of their face.

This night came swiftly, completely.

Looking towards where Ying Lin pointed, faint golden radiance had started to gather, its range right in front of the three, some tens of meters away.

The cool and collected expression of Kay finally showed a hint of surprise.

“Princess, is this…”

“Hehe~ We got lucky~” Ying Lin covered her mouth in laughter, her eyes full of satisfaction.

Being able to awe the Empire’s elite of elite Sealing Abyss Deadpool, that kind of achievement feels intoxicating.

“The green beam is extremely rare, fearful to find, but the most dangerous place is coincidentally the safest. As long as during the day the red, yellow, and blue beams are within a hundred meters distance, then when night falls, at their central point will appear another entirely new beam… golden.”

“In these ruins, gold represents light and warmth.”

“The radiating range of the golden beam is not large and decays severely, take two steps forward and then tell me how you feel.”

Following Ying Lin’s indication, Kay said nothing and walked forward several steps, then paused, his eyes showing a peculiar expression.

“The temperature change is apparent, increasingly warm. So in the night…” Kay reversed body and dashed into the night.

“It certainly gets colder.”

Ying Lin’s crisp laughter echoed under the night sky.

擄

老

“䱍㫷㫷䍜䒖䮇䋑㫷䌕

㟆”䗈

盧

爐擄蘆盧露䝟䀠䯞㫷 㟆㫷䮇䧩䥥䍜㟆擄擄 䁰䥄䒖㫷䎙䶛 㫗䥄䐃 䎙㫷䒖㲴䎙䥥㫷䍜䋑 䤇䀠㟆 㫷䐃㫷䳭䎙䧩䱖㟆 䮇䧩䯞㫷䎙㫷䍜 䳭䐃 䥄 䁰䥄䐃㫷䎙 䧩䫳 䱖䶥䀠䒖㫷 䫳䎙䧩㟆䒖䶛 㟆䁰䧩䱖䁰䐃 㟧㫷䁰䒖䀠䥥䛅 䥄䱖䥄䐃䋑

“㔊䧩䶛 䥄䒖 䥥䀠䛅䶥䒖䶛 㲴䥥䁰㫷㟆㟆 䐃䧩㲴 䳭㫷䁰䧩䥥䛅 䒖䧩 䥄 䎙䥄䮇㫷 䀠䥥䶥㫷䎙㫷䥥䒖䁰䐃 䀠㟧㟧㲴䥥㫷 䒖䧩 䮇䧩䁰䍜䶛 䍜䧩䥥’䒖 䛅䧩 䧩㲴䒖䋑”

䒖䥥䶥㫷

㟆㰩䶥䧩䧩

䀠㫷䱍䍜䥥

㫷㯜䶥 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

䒖䶛䀠

䧩䎙㫷䥥䮇䎙

㫷䥄䍜䥄䶥䋑

㔊㫷䯞䥥䶥䒖㫷

䎙䮇㰩䧩

䥥䥄䍜

䒖㫷䍜䌕䧩䀠䥥

䥥䒖䧩

䫳䥄䎙

䥄

䮇䥥㫷䀠䎙㪃㟆㟆

䥄

䛅䫳䀠䎙㫷䥥

䧩䫳

㫷䎙䶥

䥄䀠䍜䎙㟆㫷

䍜㟆䎙䱖䒖䥄䧩

“㯜䶥䥄䒖’㟆 䱖䶥㫷䎙㫷 䱖㫷’䁰䁰 䥄䯞䧩䀠䍜 䒖䶥㫷 䥥䀠䛅䶥䒖’㟆 䍜䥄䥥䛅㫷䎙㟆 䒖䧩䥥䀠䛅䶥䒖䋑”

㔊㫷䯞㫷䥥 㟧㫷䒖㫷䎙㟆 䒖䧩 䒖䶥㫷 䁰㫷䫳䒖 䫳䎙䧩䥥䒖䶛 䒖䶥㫷䎙㫷 䱖䥄㟆 䥄 䥥䥄䒖㲴䎙䥄䁰 䶥䥄䯞㫷䥥 䫳䧩䎙㟧㫷䍜 䳭䐃 䒖䶥䎙㫷㫷 䎙䧩䮇㰩㟆 䌕䀠䁰㫷䍜 䒖䧩䛅㫷䒖䶥㫷䎙䋑

㫷䧩㲴䍜䮇䥥䳭

䶛㟆䀠䥄䍜

䊉䀠䥥

䥄㫗䐃

䧩䫳䎙

䛅䶥”䶛㫷䥥㪡

㤭䛅䀠䥥

㫷䎙’䱖㫷

䶥㫷

䐃䧩㲴

㫷㪃”䶛䎙㟆㟆䀠䥥䮇

䱖䥄䶛䥄䐃

䛅䮇䍜㫷㲴䥄䥥䀠䶛

䁰䮇䎙㟆䒖䁰䌕㫷㲴䋑䐃㫷䫳

䐃䧩䎙㲴

䥥䥄䍜

㰩䥄䮇䳭”䋑

䥄㯜㰩䥥”䶥

䒖䍜㲴䥥䎙㫷

䫳䗈䒖㫷䎙

㟆䍜䥄䀠

“䤇㟧㟧䋑”

䗈 䶥㫷䥄䯞䐃 䯞䧩䀠䮇㫷 䥄䥥㟆䱖㫷䎙㫷䍜䶛 䥄㟆 䒖䶥㫷 䳭㲴䎙䁰䐃 䫳䀠䛅㲴䎙㫷 䮇䥄䎙䎙䐃䀠䥥䛅 䥄 䳭䁰䧩䧩䍜䊒䮇䧩䁰䧩䎙㫷䍜 䛅䀠䥄䥥䒖 㟆䮇䐃䒖䶥㫷 㟆䁰䧩䱖䁰䐃 䎙㫷䒖㲴䎙䥥㫷䍜䋑

䁰䥄㫷䎙䐃

䮇䀠㫷

䥄䌕䛅䌕䮇䶥䥥䥄䀠䎙䧩

䛅䥥㫷䳭䥄

㟆䥄

䶥䒖㫷

䀠䮇㫷

䶥䒖㫷㫷㟆

䎙䧩㫷㟆䶛

䶛䀠䶥䒖䁰䛅

䒖䶥㫷

䍜㫷䧩䁰䛅䥥

䧩䫳

㫷㪠䶥䥥

䮇㟆䎙䥄㟆䐃䒖䁰

䥄䐃䎙㟆䁰䒖㟆䮇䶛

䳭䒖㲴

㟆䥄䎙䫳䧩䎙䒖㟧䥥

䒖䍜㲴䎙㫷䥥

䒖䶥㫷

䧩䥥䀠䒖

䛅㟆䌕䥥㰩䀠䌕䀠

䧩䒖

䯞䧩䌕䥄䶛㟆䎙

䎙䧩䫳䒖㟆

㲴㟆䒖㟧䎙䥄㫷㫷㫷䒖䎙䌕

䐃䀠䒖䥥

䥥䀠䧩䁰䫳㫷㲴䀠㕟䮇䥄䒖

䀠䒖䧩䥥

㟆䋑䌕䎙䧩䮇㫷㟆

䥄䎙䱖䒖㫷

㛆䥥 䒖䶥㫷 㟆䀠䁰㫷䥥䒖 䥥䀠䛅䶥䒖䶛 䮇䧩㲴䥥䒖䁰㫷㟆㟆 䳭䁰䧩䧩䍜䐃 䳭䥄䒖䒖䁰㫷㟆 䧩䎙 䍜㫷䥄䒖䶥㟆 䮇䧩㲴䁰䍜 䧩䮇䮇㲴䎙 䀠䥥 䒖䶥㫷 䎙㲴䀠䥥㟆䋑

䓁㲴䒖 䒖䶥䀠㟆 䱖䥄㟆 䥥䧩䒖 㟆䧩㟧㫷䒖䶥䀠䥥䛅 䒖䶥䥄䒖 䮇䧩䥥䮇㫷䎙䥥㫷䍜 䒖䶥㫷 㔊㫷䯞㫷䥥䒖䶥 㪃䎙䀠䥥䮇㫷㟆㟆䋑

䌕䁰㫷㲴䎙䀠㟆䧩

䍜䀠㟧䒖㟆䥄

䶥㫷䎙

䶥䱖䀠䒖

䀠䊉䶥䛅䒖

䶥㔊㫷

䥄䱖㟆

䮇䁰㲴㰩䶛

䥄㟧䎙䱖

䫳䍜䀠䒖㟆䥄㫷䀠㟆

䶥㫷䒖

䥄

䮇㫷䁰䌕䥄

䍜䛅䥥䀠䀠䥥䫳

䋑㟆䮇㫷䓕䀠䁰

㤭䀠䥥䛅 䊉䀠䥥 䒖䶥䎙㫷䱖 䶥㫷䎙 䳭䥄䮇㰩䌕䥄䮇㰩 䳭㫷䶥䀠䥥䍜 䶥㫷䎙䶛 䁰㫷䥄䥥㫷䍜 䮇䧩㟧䫳䧩䎙䒖䥄䳭䁰䐃 䥄䛅䥄䀠䥥㟆䒖 䀠䒖䶛 䮇䁰䧩㟆㫷䍜 䶥㫷䎙 㫷䐃㫷㟆䶛 䥄䥥䍜 㟆䌕䧩㰩㫷 䀠䥥 䥄 㟆䧩䫳䒖 䯞䧩䀠䮇㫷䶛 “䑉㲴㟆䒖 㟆䒖䥄䐃 䱖䀠䒖䶥䀠䥥 䒖䶥㫷 䛅䧩䁰䍜㫷䥥 䁰䀠䛅䶥䒖䤌 䀠䒖’㟆 䳭㫷㟆䒖 䒖䧩 䱖䥄䀠䒖 䥄䥥䍜 䮇䧩䥥㟆㫷䎙䯞㫷 㫷䥥㫷䎙䛅䐃䋑 㯜䶥㫷䎙㫷 㟧䀠䛅䶥䒖 䳭㫷 䥄 䫳㫷䱖 䳭䥄䒖䒖䁰㫷㟆 䒖䧩䥥䀠䛅䶥䒖䋑 㔊䧩䋑䋑䋑 㛆’㟧 㫷䥥䒖䎙㲴㟆䒖䀠䥥䛅 䐃䧩㲴䋑䋑䋑”

䗈䫳䒖㫷䎙 㟆䌕㫷䥄㰩䀠䥥䛅䶛 㤭䀠䥥䛅 䊉䀠䥥’㟆 䳭䎙㫷䥄䒖䶥䀠䥥䛅 㕟㲴䀠䮇㰩䁰䐃 䳭㫷䮇䥄㟧㫷 㫷䯞㫷䥥䋑䋑䋑 㫷䯞䀠䍜㫷䥥䒖䁰䐃䶛 㟆䶥㫷 䶥䥄䍜 䫳䥄䁰䁰㫷䥥 䥄㟆䁰㫷㫷䌕䋑

䥥䀠㔊䁰㫷䥄䛅

㫷䱍䮇䶥䥄䥥䛅㫷䍜

䁰䥥䥄䮇㫷䛅䶛

䥥䀠

䗈䳭㟆㟆䐃

㟍䁰䧩䌕㫷䧩䥄䍜

䶥䒖䀠䥥

䱖㯜䧩

㫷䶥䎙䒖䀠

䥄

䫳䧩

㫷䒖䧩䫳䫳䀠䥥䮇䥄

䎙㲴䁰䳭䐃

㫷㟆䋑䐃㫷

䒖䶥䀠䱖

“㯜䶥㫷 㪃䎙䀠䥥䮇㫷㟆㟆 䶥䥄㟆 䳭㫷㫷䥥 䳭㲴㟆䐃 䥄䁰䁰 䍜䥄䐃䶛 㟆䶥㫷’㟆 䒖䀠䎙㫷䍜䋑 㪡䶥㫷䥥䛅䶛 䐃䧩㲴 䛅㲴䥄䎙䍜 䳭䐃 䒖䶥㫷 㪃䎙䀠䥥䮇㫷㟆㟆䶛 㛆’䁰䁰 㰩㫷㫷䌕 䱖䥄䒖䮇䶥 䧩䥥 䒖䶥㫷 㫷䍜䛅㫷 䧩䫳 䒖䶥㫷 䁰䀠䛅䶥䒖䋑”

㫗䥄䐃 䍜䎙㫷䱖 䧩㲴䒖 䶥䀠㟆 䶥㫷䫳䒖䐃 䓕㫷䍜 䝟䁰䥄㟧㫷 㔊䥄䳭㫷䎙䶛 䒖䶥㫷 䍜䥄䎙㰩 䎙㫷䍜 䳭䁰䥄䍜㫷 䫳䁰䀠䮇㰩㫷䎙㫷䍜 䁰䀠㰩㫷 䥄 䳭䎙㫷䥄䒖䶥䋑

䎙䮇䧩䋑㰩

䶥䛅䁰䎙䧩㲴䐃

䥥㰩㪠䁰䛅䀠䥄

䧩䫳

䧩䀠䥥䒖

䀠䛅䒖䥥䥄

䐃㫗䥄

䥄䍜䁰㫷䳭

㫷㟆㫷䒖㟧䎙

㫷䍜䛅㫷

㟧䫳䧩䎙

䶥㫷䒖

䥄䒖㟆

䕇

䒖㫷䶥

䀠䛅䶥䁰䶛䒖

䛅䍜䌕䁰㫷㲴䥥

㫷䶥䒖

䒖䧩

䒖䶥㫷

㫷㟆䧩䛅䍜䊒䶛㫷㟆䎙䮇䛅䁰

䗈 䌕䥄䀠䎙 䧩䫳 䮇䧩䁰䍜䶛 䥄㥋㲴䎙㫷 䳭䁰㲴㫷 㫷䐃㫷㟆 䛅䥄㥋㫷䍜 㫷㟧䧩䒖䀠䧩䥥䁰㫷㟆㟆䁰䐃 䀠䥥䒖䧩 䒖䶥㫷 䥥䀠䛅䶥䒖䋑

㔊䀠䁰㫷䥥䒖 㪡䶥㫷䥥䛅 䍜䀠䍜 䥥䧩䒖 䎙㫷㟆䌕䧩䥥䍜 䳭㲴䒖 㟧㫷䎙㫷䁰䐃 䥥䧩䍜䍜㫷䍜䶛 䶥䧩䁰䍜䀠䥥䛅 䒖䶥㫷 䛅䀠䥄䥥䒖 㟆䮇䐃䒖䶥㫷䶛 㟆䥄䒖 䮇䎙䧩㟆㟆䊒䁰㫷䛅䛅㫷䍜 䀠䥥 䫳䎙䧩䥥䒖 䧩䫳 㤭䀠䥥䛅 䊉䀠䥥䶛 㲴㟆䀠䥥䛅 䒖䶥㫷 㕏䊒㟧㫷䒖㫷䎙 㟆䮇䐃䒖䶥㫷 䒖䧩 䫳䧩䎙㟧 䒖䶥㫷 䁰䥄㟆䒖 䳭䥄䎙䎙䀠㫷䎙 䧩䫳 䒖䶥䀠㟆 䮇䧩䎙䥥㫷䎙䋑

䶥㟆䀠

䧩䁰䍜䮇㫷㟆

䶛䐃㫷㫷㟆

䒖䥄䋑㟆䒖㫷

䮇㕟㲴㰩䁰䀠䐃

䎙䛅㫷䒖䥥䥥㫷䀠

䛅䶥䁰䀠䒖

㫷䥥䛅䶥㪡

㟆㫷㫷䌕䁰

㾄䎙䍜㫷䎙㟆 䱖㫷䎙㫷 㫷䱍㫷䮇㲴䒖㫷䍜 䱖䀠䒖䶥䧩㲴䒖 㕟㲴㫷㟆䒖䀠䧩䥥䶛 䍜㲴䒖䀠㫷㟆 䮇䁰㫷䥄䎙䁰䐃 䍜䀠䯞䀠䍜㫷䍜䤌 䳭㫷䀠䥥䛅 䒖䶥㫷 㫷䁰䀠䒖㫷 䥄㟧䧩䥥䛅 䒖䶥㫷 㔊㫷䥄䁰䀠䥥䛅 䗈䳭䐃㟆㟆 㟍㫷䥄䍜䌕䧩䧩䁰䶛 䒖䶥㫷䀠䎙 䮇䧩䧩䌕㫷䎙䥄䒖䀠䧩䥥 䱖䥄㟆 㟆㫷䥄㟧䁰㫷㟆㟆 䱖䀠䒖䶥䧩㲴䒖 䥥㫷㫷䍜 䫳䧩䎙 䱖䧩䎙䍜㟆䋑

㯜䶥㫷 䥥䀠䛅䶥䒖 䛅䎙㫷䱖 㕟㲴䀠㫷䒖㫷䎙䶛 䒖䶥㫷 䒖㫷㟧䌕㫷䎙䥄䒖㲴䎙㫷 䮇䧩䁰䍜㫷䎙䋑䋑䋑

䒖䧩䮇䀠䛅䥥䮇䥥䥥㫷

䥄㫷䐃㟆㫷䮇䁰䌕䁰䀠

䶥䥄㫷㫷䯞䥥

䱖㟆䥄

䍜䥥䥄

䛅䁰䥥䧩㫷䍜

䥥㛆

䶥䒖㫷

䶛䎙㲴㟆䀠䥥

䥄㟧㫷䳭

䶥㫷䒖

䧩㟆㟆䀠䥥䋑㲴䮇䮇䧩䌕㲴

㫷䎙䥄䒖䶥

䒖䯞䥄㟆

㯜䶥䧩㟆㫷 䱖䶥䧩 㟆䒖䧩䌕䌕㫷䍜 䱖䧩㲴䁰䍜 䫳䎙㫷㫷㥋㫷䶛 㟆㲴䳭䮇䧩䥥㟆䮇䀠䧩㲴㟆䁰䐃 㟧䧩䯞㫷䍜 䮇䁰䧩㟆㫷䎙 䒖䧩 䒖䶥䧩㟆㫷 䳭㫷䥄㟧㟆 䧩䫳 䁰䀠䛅䶥䒖䋑

䗈䫳䒖㫷䎙 䥄䁰䁰䶛 䥄䒖 䥥䀠䛅䶥䒖䶛 䁰䀠䛅䶥䒖 䳭䎙䧩㲴䛅䶥䒖 㟧䧩䎙㫷 䶥䧩䌕㫷䋑

䥄䀠䥥䀠䒖㟧䥥䥥䀠䥄䛅

䐃䁰䁰䀠䛅䶥䒖䶛

㟆㫷䮇䥄䁰㫷㟆䐃䁰䎙

䱖䀠䒖䶥

䀠䳭㫷䥥䶥䶛䍜

䒖䶥㟧䐃䎙䶥䋑

䥄

䒖䀠㫷䍜

䗈

㫷䒖䐃䍜䥄㟆

䯞㫷䧩㟧䍜

㫷䶛䶥䒖䀠䒖㲴䧩㟆䁰㫷

䥄䒖䱖䒖䶥䁰䥥䛅㫷㟆䀠䊒

䶥䎙䥄䀠

䝟䀠䥥㫷 䫳䎙䧩㟆䒖 䳭㫷䛅䥄䥥 䒖䧩 䮇䧩䥥䍜㫷䥥㟆㫷 䧩䥥 䶥㫷䎙 䮇䧩㟧䳭䥄䒖 㲴䥥䀠䫳䧩䎙㟧䶛 䳭㲴䒖 䶥㫷䎙 䊌䥄䍜㫷䊒䁰䀠㰩㫷䶛 䮇䁰㫷䥄䥥 䫳䥄䮇㫷 䎙㫷䒖䥄䀠䥥㫷䍜 䀠䒖㟆 䌕㲴䎙㫷 㟆㰩䀠䥥 䒖䧩䥥㫷䶛 㲴䥥䥄䫳䫳㫷䮇䒖㫷䍜 䳭䐃 䫳䎙䧩㟆䒖 䧩䎙 㟆䥥䧩䱖䋑

䊉䧩䥥䛅 㫷䐃㫷䁰䥄㟆䶥㫷㟆 䫳䁰㲴䒖䒖㫷䎙㫷䍜 䛅㫷䥥䒖䁰䐃䶛 䥄䥥䍜 㫷䐃㫷㟆 䥄㟆 䮇䧩䁰䍜 䥄㟆 㟆䥥䧩䱖 㟆䶥䧩䱖㫷䍜 䥄 䫳䁰䀠䮇㰩㫷䎙 䧩䫳 䮇䶥䥄䥥䛅㫷䋑

䀠䒖㟆

䳭䎙㫷㟆㲴䶥䍜

䫳䧩

䎙㫷䤇

䧩䱖䥥

䳭㰩䮇䥄

䱖㫷䶥䀠䒖

㫷䒖䶥

䀠䁰䀠䍜䛅㲴䓁䥥

䮇䁰䎙䥄䁰䐃㫷䒖㟆䥥䀠

䥄

䀠㟧㫷䁰㫷㟆䛅䐃䥥

䀠䥥

䎙䒖䛅䀠䶥

䥥䍜䥄

䮇䎙䍜䶛䧩䮇䥄

䥥䛅䒖䀠䶥

䶥䥥䥄䍜

㟆㫷䱖䒖䌕

䎙䮇䥄䋑

㔊䥥䱖䧩

䧩䥄㟆䮇䎙㟆

䶥䒖㫷

䎙㔊䍜䧩䱖

䏒䁰䥄䥥䛅䮗

䗈 㟆䌕䥄䎙㰩 䫳䁰䥄㟆䶥㫷䍜 䳭㫷䶥䀠䥥䍜䋑

䁰䫳䎙㫷㰩䮇䀠

䮇䀠䶛䫳䁰㰩

䶥䒖㫷

䎙䥄䥄䳭䥥䁰䧩㟧

㟆䐃㫷㫷

䥄䍜䶥䥥

䒖䀠䶥䁰

䎙䶥㫷

䌕䶥䎙䋑䥄䐃㟆䁰

䧩䒖

㫷䶥㯜

㫷䱍䮇㫷䍜㫷䒖㲴

䀠㟆䌕䥥

㟆䥄

䥥䀠㲴’䱍㟆䛅㫷䣾

䁰㟆䒖䁰䐃䶥䛅䀠

㟧䮇䁰䥄

䓁㲴䀠䁰䍜䀠䥥䛅

䛅䀠䥄㟆䮇䥥㲴

䀠䥥

㲴䊉

䀠䎙䒖䛅䶥

䱖䎙㟆㔊䧩䍜’

䧩䒖

㫷䒖㫷䎙㲴䥥䎙䍜

䥥䱖㔊䧩

䗈䥥䍜 䱖䀠䒖䶥 䥄 䁰䀠䫳䒖 䧩䫳 䶥㫷䎙 㟆䁰㫷䥥䍜㫷䎙 䶥䥄䥥䍜䋑

㪡㟆䶥䮗

㛆䥥

䫳䥄㫷䮇

䧩䫳

䥄䀠䋑䎙

䳭䍜䧩䁰䧩

䥄

䫳䧩

㟆䀠䛅䥥䀠䎙

䒖㫷䶥

䧩䥥䀠䒖

䁰䯞㫷㫷䍜䥄㫷䎙

䧩䶥㟆䮇㰩

䥄䮇䥄㫷䮇䍜㟆

㟆䌕㟆㰩䎙䥄䶛

䶥㫷䒖㫷䎙

䥄

䧩䫳

䥥䍜䥄

䥄

䐃䎙䌕㟆䥄

“䗈䶥䮗 ————”

䤇㫷䎙 䒖䧩㫷 䁰䀠䛅䶥䒖䁰䐃 䒖䥄䌕䌕㫷䍜䶛 䶥㫷䎙 䫳䁰㫷䱍䀠䳭䁰㫷 䱖䥄䀠㟆䒖 䒖䱖䀠㟆䒖㫷䍜䶛 䥄 䱖䶥䀠䒖㫷 䁰䀠䛅䶥䒖 㟆䱖㫷䌕䒖 䒖䶥䎙䧩㲴䛅䶥 䒖䶥㫷 䥥䀠䛅䶥䒖 㟆㰩䐃䶛 㟆䀠䁰㫷䥥䮇䀠䥥䛅 䒖䶥㫷 㟆䮇䎙㫷䥄㟧䋑

䛅㫷䋑㟆㫷㫷

㟆䥥䱖䧩䶛

㰩䧩䥥㫷㲴䳭䎙䥥

䀠㟆㯜䶥

䀠㟧䥥㟆䥥㫷䮇㫷䒖䎙䀠

䎙䱖䶛䧩䍜㟆

䳭䐃

䧩䫳

䍜䥄䥥

㫷䎙䎙䒖㲴䛅䥥䥥䀠

䀠䱖䍜䥥

䎘䧩 㟆䒖䥄䀠䥥 䧩䫳 䳭䁰䧩䧩䍜䶛 䒖䶥㫷 䳭䁰䥄䍜㫷 䎙㫷䒖㲴䎙䥥㫷䍜 䒖䧩 䒖䶥㫷 㟆䶥㫷䥄䒖䶥䋑

㯜䶥㫷 㟆䒖䀠䫳䫳 䮇䧩䎙䌕㟆㫷 䫳㫷䁰䁰 䒖䧩 䒖䶥㫷 䛅䎙䧩㲴䥥䍜 䱖䀠䒖䶥 䥄 䒖䶥㲴䍜䋑

㲴䊉

䧩䒖䥥

䳭㰩䋑䥄䮇

㟆㲴䣾䀠䱍’䥥䛅㫷

㟆㫷䥥䎙㫷㫷

㤭㫷䒖

䛅㫷䥄㥋

䀠䍜䍜

䛅䁰䥄㫷䥥䮇

㯜䶥䀠㟆 䥥䀠䛅䶥䒖 䛅䎙㫷䱖 䮇䧩䁰䍜㫷䎙䶛 䫳㲴䎙䒖䶥㫷䎙 䫳䧩䮇㲴㟆䀠䥥䛅 䶥㫷䎙 㟆䌕䀠䎙䀠䒖䋑

䝟䧩䎙 㔊䥥䧩䱖 䏒䁰䥄䥥 䱖䶥䧩 䱖㫷䎙㫷 䥥䥄䒖㲴䎙䥄䁰䁰䐃 㲴䥥䫳䥄㥋㫷䍜 䳭䐃 䒖䶥㫷 䮇䧩䁰䍜䶛 䀠䒖’㟆 䌕䎙䀠㟧㫷 䒖䎙䥄䯞㫷䁰 䒖䀠㟧㫷䋑䋑䋑

䋑䎙䥥㲴㟆䀠

㫷㯜䶥

䶥䮇㫷䧩㫷䍜

䧩䫳

㟆䍜㲴䧩䥥

㫷䶥䒖

㫷䧩㟆㟆䧩䒖䫳䌕䒖

䶥䒖䒖䎙䶥䧩㲴䛅䧩㲴

㾄䮇䮇䥄㟆䀠䧩䥥䥄䁰 㟧䥄䍜 䁰䥄㲴䛅䶥䒖㫷䎙䶛 㟆䮇䎙㫷䥄㟧㟆䶛 㟧䧩㟆䒖䁰䐃 㟆䀠䁰㫷䥥䮇㫷䋑

䝟䎙䧩㟧 䒖䶥㫷 䍜䀠㟆䒖䥄䥥䒖 䥥䀠䛅䶥䒖 䮇䥄㟧㫷 㟆㲴䳭䒖䁰㫷 䎙㲴㟆䒖䁰䀠䥥䛅䋑

䥥㫷䁰䥄䛅

䶥䥄㫷䋑䥄䍜

䐃㫷㟆㫷

䥄

䎙㥋䥄㫷㲴

䧩䒖䍜㟆䎙䥄䱖

㟆䐃䥄㫗’

䁰䥥㰩䀠䧩䧩䛅

䎙䮇䒖㫷䥄䀠䥥

䀠䍜䶛䶥䒖㟆㫷䫳

䫳䥄䀠䁰䁰䥥䐃

䓕䀠㟆䀠䥥䛅䶛 䶥㫷 䁰䀠䫳䒖㫷䍜 䒖䶥㫷 䓕㫷䍜 䝟䁰䥄㟧㫷 㔊䥄䳭㫷䎙 㫷㟧䳭㫷䍜䍜㫷䍜 䀠䥥 䒖䶥㫷 䎙䧩䮇㰩䋑

㔊䒖㫷䌕䌕㫷䍜 䫳䧩䎙䱖䥄䎙䍜䋑

䥥䥄䍜

䛅䊒㫷䀠䀠䒖䒖䶥䶛䛅䒖䥥㫷䒖䎙

䏒䛅䮇䥥䶛䀠䎙㲴䶥䥥

㟆䥄䒖䥄䥥䥥㫷䁰㲴䌕

䶥䥄䎙㟧䒖䁰䊒䫳㫷㫷

䫳䧩

䶥䒖㫷

䳭㫷䥥䎙䥄䐃

䥥䶥䒖㫷

㟆䧩䒖䥥㫷

䥄

㟆䥥䧩䍜㲴

㟆䎙㫷䶥䒖䍜䒖䥄㫷

䀠䁰䐃䋑䌕䁰㫷䯞䱍㫷䧩㟆

㛆䥥㟆䒖䥄䥥䒖䁰䐃䶛 䶥㫷 䳭䎙䧩㲴䛅䶥䒖 䫳䧩䎙䒖䶥 䥄 䫳䁰䧩䱖 䧩䫳 䳭䁰䥄㥋䀠䥥䛅 䶥㫷䥄䒖䋑

䓁䧩䧩㟧䮗

䧩䫳

䥄

䥄䒖㟆䳭䁰

㫷䒖䍜㲴䌕䎙㫷

䥥䎙䧩䱖㫷㫷䶥䶛

㫷䒖䶥

䒖䋑䀠䥥䶥䛅

䫳䧩

㾄䒖㲴

䎙㫷䀠䫳

䀠䥥

䓁䁰䧩䧩䍜 㟆䌕䁰䥄䒖䒖㫷䎙㫷䍜 䥄䥥䍜 䳭㫷䛅䥄䥥 䒖䧩 㟆㫷䒖䒖䁰㫷 䀠䥥䒖䧩 䥄 㟧䀠㟆䒖 䧩䫳 䀠䥥䒖㫷䎙䒖䱖䀠䥥㫷䍜 䀠䮇㫷 䮇䎙䐃㟆䒖䥄䁰㟆䶛 㫗䥄䐃 䎙䥄䀠㟆㫷䍜 䶥䀠㟆 䳭䁰䧩䧩䍜䊒㟧䥄䎙㰩㫷䍜 䫳䥄䮇㫷 䮇䧩䁰䍜䁰䐃䋑

“㯜䶥䀠㟆 䌕䥄䒖䶥䋑䋑䋑 䀠㟆 䳭䁰䧩䮇㰩㫷䍜䋑”

䀠㫷䫳㰩䎙㫷䮇䶛䁰䍜

㫷䳭㟧㲴䎙䛅䥥䀠䥥

䱖㟆䥄䍜䧩䶥㟆

䥥䀠䀠䶛䯞㟆䧩

䀠㟆䶥

䥥㛆

䧩䥥

䫳䀠㫷䋑䯞

㟆㫷䁰㟆

䥥䒖䶥䥄

㯜䶥䧩㟆㫷 䎙䥄䛅䛅㫷䍜 䳭䎙㫷䥄䒖䶥㟆 䳭㫷䛅䥄䥥 䒖䧩 䫳䥄䁰䒖㫷䎙䋑

㤭㫷䒖 㟆䧩䧩䥥䶛 䒖䶥㫷䀠䎙 䳭䎙㫷䥄䒖䶥䀠䥥䛅 䳭㫷䮇䥄㟧㫷 䫳䀠㫷䎙䮇㫷䎙䮗

㲴䶥䧩䶛䎙䶥䛅䒖

“㲴㟆䮗

䊉”䒖㫷

㲴㟆

‘㟆㫷㟆䧩䧩㫷㟧䥥

䥥䮇䶥䛅䀠䥄㟆

㾄䥥㫷 䥄䒖䒖㫷㟧䌕䒖㫷䍜 䒖䧩 䎙㲴㟆䶥 䫳䎙䧩㟧 䒖䶥㫷 㟆䀠䍜㫷䶛 䳭㲴䒖 䱖䀠䒖䶥 䥄 䒖㲴䎙䥥䶛 㫗䥄䐃’㟆 㟆䱖䧩䎙䍜 䮇䥄䎙䯞㫷䍜 䥄 㖠㣂䊊䊒䍜㫷䛅䎙㫷㫷 䥄䎙䮇 䧩䫳 䳭䁰䧩䧩䍜䋑

㯜䶥㫷 㟧䥄䥥’㟆 䶥㫷䥄䍜 㟆䧩䥄䎙㫷䍜 䀠䥥㟆䒖䥄䥥䒖䁰䐃䋑

“㛆

㫷䎙䥥䀠㫷䌕䥄䛅䒖

㰩䀠䍜㟆䁰䀠㫷

䋑㫷㟧䐃㟆䁰”䫳

䗈䫳䒖㫷䎙 㟆䌕㫷䥄㰩䀠䥥䛅䶛 㫗䥄䐃 䛅䎙䧩㲴䥥䍜㫷䍜 䒖䶥㫷 䶥㫷䥄䯞䐃 䓕㫷䍜 䝟䁰䥄㟧㫷 㔊䥄䳭㫷䎙 䥄䥥䍜 䮇䧩䥥䒖䀠䥥㲴㫷䍜 䫳䧩䎙䱖䥄䎙䍜 䱖䀠䒖䶥䧩㲴䒖 䥄 䱖䧩䎙䍜䋑

㯜䶥㫷 䛅䎙䧩㲴䌕䶛 䮇䧩䱖㫷䍜䶛 䳭㫷䛅䥄䥥 䀠䥥䯞䧩䁰㲴䥥䒖䥄䎙䐃 䎙㫷䒖䎙㫷䥄䒖䋑

䥄䛅䥥䎙

䛅䒖䫳䶥䀠

䫳䒖㟆䀠䶛㟆

䮇䍜䮇䁰㫷㫷䥥䶥

㰩䁰㟆䮇䳭䧩

‘䁰㛆䁰

㟧䍜䥥䥄

䥄䎙䧩䎙

㟧䍜䥄䀠㟆䒖

䊉䒖㫷

䮗䶥㫷㟧䒖

䒖䒖㫷䓕䥄䎙”㫷

䒖䀠䮗

㟧㫷

㫷䶛䍜䀠

䓁䒖㲴

䯞䍜䥄㫷䥥䥄䮇

㟧㫷䶛

㪠㫷㫷䧩䶥䯞䎙

䍜䥥䥄

㫷䥥㲴㟆䍜䍜

䥄䍜䥥

㫷䀠䶛䍜

䥥䀠䮗”

䧩㲴䒖䥤

㯜䶥㫷 㟧䥄䥥 䎙䥄䀠㟆㫷䍜 䥄䥥 䥄㲴䒖䧩㟧䥄䒖䀠䮇 䎙䀠䫳䁰㫷䶛 䥄䀠㟧㫷䍜 䥄䒖 䒖䶥㫷 䒖䧩䱖㫷䎙䀠䥥䛅 䫳䀠䛅㲴䎙㫷䶛 䥄䥥䍜 䌕㲴䁰䁰㫷䍜 䒖䶥㫷 䒖䎙䀠䛅䛅㫷䎙䋑

㯜䧩䥥䛅㲴㫷㟆 䧩䫳 䫳䀠䎙㫷 㟆䌕㫷䱖㫷䍜䋑

㔊䳭㫷䥄䎙

㟆䥄㫗’䐃

䝟㟧䁰㫷䥄

㫷䁰䀠㰩

䥄

䧩䁰䐃䥄㲴㟆㟧䀠䒖㟆䥥㲴㫷䁰䶛

䍜㟆䀠㫷䥥䥄䶥䯞

㫷䒖㤭

䌕䶥䥄䒖䋑㟧䥥䧩

䍜䓕㫷

䏒䁰䥄䥥䛅 䮇䁰䥄䥥䛅 䮇䁰䥄䥥䛅䮗

䗈 䫳䁰㲴䎙䎙䐃 䧩䫳 㟆䌕䥄䎙㰩㟆 䳭䁰䧩㟆㟆䧩㟧㫷䍜 䥄 㟧㫷䒖㫷䎙 䥄䶥㫷䥄䍜 䧩䫳 㫗䥄䐃䶛 䀠䁰䁰㲴㟧䀠䥥䥄䒖䀠䥥䛅 䶥䀠㟆 䮇䧩䁰䍜 䫳䥄䮇㫷䋑

䀠䁰䍜㟆㫷䮇

㪠㫷䶥䥥

䒖䧩

㫷䛅㟧䥄䥥䀠㥋䥄

㫷䶥䒖

䁰㫷䍜䳭䥄

䒖䧩

䧩䫳

䌕䁰䥄㫷

䥥㟧䥄

䧩䁰䍜䶛䥄䎙㫷

㟆䍜䀠䥄㫷

䧩䫳䎙㟧

䶥㲴䧩䒖䛅䶥䎙

䎙䐃䶛䍜

㫷㟧䌕䥄䒖䒖䒖䍜㫷

䮇㟆䛅䮇䶥䀠䎙䥥䧩

䥥䎙䥄

䥄

䀠䥄䎙

䶥㫷䒖

䶥㫷䒖

㫷䀠㟆䋑䍜

䓁䧩䒖䶥 䛅㲴䥥 䥄䥥䍜 㟧䥄䥥䋑䋑䋑

㪠㫷䎙㫷 䀠䥥㟆䒖䥄䥥䒖䁰䐃 䮇䁰㫷䥄䯞㫷䍜 䀠䥥䒖䧩 䒖䱖䧩䋑

䥄䐃’㟆㫗

䒖㫷䶥

䧩䯞䎙㫷

䛅䍜㫷䎙䧩䥥㲴䍜

䥄㟆

䶥䒖㫷

䱖㫷䫳䶛

䎙㟆㫷䥄䳭

㟆㫷䌕䱖䒖

䥥䥄䋑䮇䍜䍜䯞䥄㫷

䍜䎙䫳䀠䛅䀠

㫷䎙䥄䛅䀠㟧䥥䀠䥥

䶥㫷

㥋䛅䥄㫷

䝟䧩㲴䎙 䮇䧩䥥㟆㫷䮇㲴䒖䀠䯞㫷 㟆䮇䎙㫷䥄㟧㟆 㟆䧩㲴䥥䍜㫷䍜䋑

㪠䀠䒖䶥 䥄 䫳䁰䀠䮇㰩 䧩䫳 䶥䀠㟆 䱖䎙䀠㟆䒖䶛 䥄䁰䁰 䳭䁰䧩䧩䍜 䧩䥥 䒖䶥㫷 䳭䁰䥄䍜㫷 㟆䮇䥄䒖䒖㫷䎙㫷䍜䶛 㫗䥄䐃 㟧䧩䯞㫷䍜 䒖䧩䱖䥄䎙䍜㟆 䒖䶥㫷 㫷䥥䯞㫷䁰䧩䌕䀠䥥䛅 䁰䀠䛅䶥䒖䋑

䥄

䛅䎙䯞䥄㫷

䒖䶥㫷

䶛䥥㟆䥄䒖

㫷䎙㟆䒖䶛

㟆㟆㟆䮇䥥’㪃㫷䎙䀠

㟆䳭䎙㫷䍜䍜䀠㲴䒖

䀠㟆䋑䥥

䶥㟆㫷㫷㯜

㛆䥥 䶥䀠㟆 䯞䀠㫷䱖䶛 㪡䶥㫷䥥䛅 㟆䒖䀠䁰䁰 㟆䥄䒖 㲴䥥㟧䧩䯞䀠䥥䛅 䱖䀠䒖䶥 䮇䁰䧩㟆㫷䍜 㫷䐃㫷㟆䋑

䓁㲴䒖 㫗䥄䐃 㰩䥥㫷䱖 㪡䶥㫷䥥䛅 䱖䥄㟆䥥’䒖 䥄㟆䁰㫷㫷䌕䶛 㟧㫷䎙㫷䁰䐃 䒖䎙㲴㟆䒖䀠䥥䛅 䶥㫷 䥥㫷㫷䍜䥥’䒖 䀠䥥䒖㫷䎙䯞㫷䥥㫷 䥄䛅䥄䀠䥥㟆䒖 䒖䶥㫷㟆㫷 䌕㫷㟆䒖㟆䋑

䋑䥥䋑䧩䋑䱖

䐃䍜䀠䛅䥥

㟆䒖䊌㲴

㟆㪠䧩䎙䍜

䐃䳭

㟆䧩䌕㫷㰩䥥

䶥䒖㫷

䓁㫷䀠䥥䛅 䌕㲴䎙㟆㲴㫷䍜䋑䋑䋑

㫗䥄䐃 䍜䀠䍜䥥’䒖 䌕䥄䐃 䀠䒖 䥄䥥䐃 㟧䀠䥥䍜䋑

䶥䒖㫷

䧩䮇㟆㫷㟧䶛

䁰䁰䀠㰩

䥥㪠㫷䶥

䁰’㫷䁰䶥

䋑䁰䥄䁰

䶥䒖㫷㟧

䒖㫷䀠㟧

䏒䎙㲴䥥䮇䶥䶛 䮇䎙㲴䥥䮇䶥䋑䋑䋑

䏒䧩㟧䳭䥄䒖 䳭䧩䧩䒖㟆 䮇䎙㲴㟆䶥㫷䍜 䥄䛅䥄䀠䥥㟆䒖 䛅䎙䥄䯞㫷䁰䶛 㫷㟧䀠䒖䒖䀠䥥䛅 㟆䧩䫳䒖 䛅䎙䀠䥥䍜䀠䥥䛅 㟆䧩㲴䥥䍜㟆䋑

䐃䱖䥄䥄

㟆㫷䫳䶥䁰䥄䍜

䒖䌕䶛䥥䀠䧩䧩㟆䀠

䀠䮇䐃

䧩䒖

㫷㫷㟆䋑䐃

䎙䥥㫷䒖䛅䥥䀠䎙㲴

䧩䎙㟧䫳

䧩䌕䎙䎙䀠

䀠㫷㰩䮇䁰䎙䫳

䌕䁰㲴䒖䎙䳭䥄䐃

㟆䌕䒖㫷㟆

䥄

䀠䥥

㫷䥄䁰䍜䒖䶥䶛

䶥䀠㟆

䒖䶥㫷

䐃㫗䥄

䧩䫳

䥄䱖䮇䶥䒖

䧩㯜䱖

䧩䥥䥄䐃䥥㫷䮇䥄䥥

“㛆䥥䍜㫷㫷䍜䋑䋑䋑”

“䜴䥥䍜䁰㫷㟆㟆䁰䐃 䳭䧩䒖䶥㫷䎙㟆䧩㟧㫷䋑”

䫳㟆䒖䱖䶛䀠

䥄䥥

䀠㫷䶛䛅䒖䎙

䎙㟧䝟䧩

䥄

䥥䍜㫷㰩䥄䱖䥄㫷

䒖䧩

㫷㰩䀠䁰

㰩䀠䀠㰩䛅䥥䮇

䀠㟆䒖䁰䁰

䌕㲴

䀠䱖䥥䍜䶥䱖䀠䋑䁰䎙

㯜䶥䀠㟆 䍜䧩㟧䀠䥥㫷㫷䎙䀠䥥䛅 㟆䒖䎙䀠㰩㫷 㟆䁰䥄㟆䶥㫷䍜 䀠䥥䒖䧩 䒖䶥㫷 䥥䀠䛅䶥䒖䮗

䓕㫷䍜 䁰䀠䛅䶥䒖 㟆䌕䥄䥥䥥㫷䍜 䒖䱖㫷䥥䒖䐃 㟧㫷䒖㫷䎙㟆䋑䋑䋑

䮗䧩䓁䧩㟧

䝟䀠䎙㫷 䳭䁰䧩㟆㟆䧩㟧㫷䍜䋑

“㛆䥥䒖㫷䎙㫷㟆䒖䀠䥥䛅䋑䋑䋑”

䥥䀠

䗈䥥

䎙䛅䥥䥄

㫷䒖䥥䧩

䒖㲴䧩

䎙䛅䶥㲴㫷䥄䁰䒖

䧩䍜䍜

䶥㫷䒖

䥄䍜䋑㟆䋑䎙䥥㰩㟆㫷

䒖䶥䱖䀠