Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy-Chapter 1404 - 139: What a Coincidence!

Capítulo 1404: Chapter 139: What a Coincidence!

Blood mist splattered in the midst of the golden light.

Armor shattered.

Lin Wu’s eerie laughter echoed intermittently.

That frenzied figure attacked repeatedly, only to be violently repelled each time.

Blood started to appear all over his body.

Kay’s aura grew weaker and weaker.

Crack!

When the bones were broken, the cold man with azure eyes bit his teeth hard without uttering a word.

His gaze occasionally drifted back.

“Worried about your companion?”

“Don’t worry, once I deal with you, I’ll quickly resolve them.”

Lin Wu casually tossed away Kay’s broken arm and flashed in front of him with a kick.

“Ugh.”

The burly man’s chest bones completely shattered.

Then with a single tear of his hand!

Kay remained silent, allowing the blood to spray from his right shoulder.

“A formidable will, stronger than this body, a rare Pig.”

Upon hearing this, the blood-soaked Kay used his chin to brace against the ground and stubbornly stood up.

“Who… are… you!”

“Me?”

Lin Wu locked eyes with Kay calmly for a second, then smiled:

“I am God.”

He extended both hands, grasped Kay’s head, and gently twisted.

Crack.

This loyal Sealing Abyss Deadpool perished, yet did not utter a single scream even in death.

…

In the black night, the sound of metal clashing echoed throughout the valley.

But soon, that sound diminished.

Ying Lin sat within Zheng’s arm, the cold wind rushing toward her, but it was blocked by Kay’s thick cloak.

This Seventh Princess, who often appeared with a thousand faces filled with schemes, showed no emotion in her eyes.

She merely spoke calmly: “Is Kay going to die?”

Zheng, like an tireless giant, kept running.

Moving from one beam of light to another, the blood-colored giant scythe in his hand exuded an aura of violent slaughter.

Each time they passed through a beam of light, the frost from their bodies melted away completely.

Upon hearing Ying Lin’s response, Zheng continued to gaze steadily into the distance, his feet never stopping.

“Your safety is our mission.”

His heavy voice was steady and powerful, yet it did not deny Ying Lin’s words.

That “Lin Wu” appeared out of nowhere, landing a punch that dented the Blood Armor, able to withstand the giant scythe’s slash amidst a pincer attack and even quickly reassemble limbs, rapidly heal…

This had already transcended human limits.

Ying Lin’s eyes beneath the mask flickered, and she fell silent, focusing on the next beam of light.

No plan was immune to change.

This sudden appearance of “Lin Wu” disrupted her Ruins plan.

Kay sacrificed himself to hold them back…

He had resolved to face death.

In these days, the cold as a brother Kay, the silently loyal Zheng, both had protected her diligently along the way.

Emotions are born of flesh.

Ying Lin just did not want to show her inner sadness, much less her weakness.

In any situation, she was the embodiment of royal majesty, known as the Seventh Princess Ying Lin with a thousand faces!

A rustling sound started from behind.

It seemed as if countless people whispered, or perhaps some beast was running swiftly in the dark.

A dark red blade wheel suddenly appeared, slashing straight toward their backs.

A ripple flashed in Zheng’s stern eyes, and he suddenly swept his arm backward.

Bang!

With a heavy clash of metal and sparks flying, Zheng quickly turned his head.

He happened to see the silhouette of the weapon flying back.

“To catch up with you quickly, I had to settle it swiftly, consuming my precious energy.”

The sinister voice in the night was hard to pinpoint its exact source.

For the first time, the cracking sound resonated inside Zheng’s Arm Armor as the mighty giant clenched his fist tightly.

He recognized it was Kay’s weapon!

At this moment, he understood in his heart, Kay likely…

Had perished.

“All escape is futile.”

Lin Wu’s voice drifted unpredictably from the darkness behind.

Zheng’s gaze showed firm determination, and his pace quickened again.

Upon seeing a fifteen-meter-wide chasm ahead, a flicker finally appeared in Zheng’s eyes.

The Blood Scythe was swung forward heavily, and the scythe blade flew out, carrying a long chain slicing into the giant rock on the other side.

Then Zheng leaped with the Seventh Princess, both swinging across the Abyss.

Landing with a massive tremor, Zheng withdrew the giant scythe and ran without looking back with the Princess.

A figure suddenly stopped at the edge of the chasm, looking at their backs, projecting his voice chillingly far.

“Still haven’t realized?”

“All is in vain.”

Lin Wu spread his arms, with a film of darkness growing under his armpits.

His face was calm; after a light-footed run, he leaped like a bat…

Gliding forward!

…

The ruins in the dark night were exceptionally silent.

Thus every scream echoed particularly clearly.

Humans inherently gravitate toward light in the night, as more people long for brightness and warmth.

But Mu Fan was not, he merely regarded these beams as beacons in the night.

When the Dragon Rider War Armor covered his body, even the Ancient Relics couldn’t suppress the Self-Origin Energy—Ghost Energy permeating him, keeping all the cold lightly at bay outside his body.

Only those ghostly green eyes appeared particularly eerie in the night.

His steps were silent, swift as a shadow.

As Shadow descended, he was the king of the shadows.

Mu Fan flitted lightly through one hill after another, watching several explorers fighting around the golden beams.

“The temperature of the reverse scale is starting to change gradually, with at least four new directions from one, does it mean a treasure center is likely ahead?”

A glint of thought crossed Mu Fan’s eyes.

He leaped, charging into the trees along the hill’s slope.

His entire being turned into a puff of green smoke leaping through the forest.

A hundred meters away, a tall shadow simultaneously broke into the woods.

Entering the forest at night was extremely dangerous.

Yet this figure did not slow down, nor did it hide its presence at all.

The massive footsteps stomped on the ground, resembling a charging rhino.

Mu Fan’s ears twitched, capturing every sound.

It was his first time encountering such an overt explorer.

At night, wasn’t it better to search for golden beams?

“Your Highness, hold on, the next beam is approaching fast.”

A deep voice spoke to the person in his arm.

A slightly weak voice answered: “No need to worry about me…”

The lively eyes dimmed a little at this moment, as that biting cold had started breaching through the cloak, eroding her body.

Ying Lin’s physique ultimately couldn’t compare to that of top warriors like the Sealing Abyss Deadpool.

This time, the distance between golden beams was somewhat too long.

And just outside the forest was a golden beam able to melt the frost.

That’s why Zheng’s steps were so furious.

Just as Mu Fan was about to land mid-air, he turned back suddenly!

That familiar voice…

Was Ji Ying!

His feet, in that moment, seemed like steel spikes plunged into the soil.

Mu Fan stood at the edge of the forest and the golden beam, staring grimly at the burly figure that burst forth.

A really… perfect coincidence.

In the golden afterglow, those weak yet bright eyes…

Were so familiar.

Crack…

A soft sound of a clenching fist occurred.

“Who!”

Zheng shouted fiercely, suddenly turning his head.

盧

櫓

櫓

老

䥱䦾㨽䫯䦾䧻

䘀䫯

盧

蘆

㪯䫯䅆䓺䧻䱨䓺䑼

擄

䫯䱨㨽㘗㘗䱨㘗䧻

盧爐䐹䱴蘆 㪯䱨䧻’䥱 㨽䱨䘛䦾 㨽㚲䦾㵑 㫌㨧䓺㼤䦾㚲 䱨䥱 䘀䏭䦾 䆪䓺㨧㨧㼤䥥㚲䦾㼤 䏭䦾㢸䘀䑼 㢸䫯㨽䱴㚲䦾 㫌䏭䱨㚲㨽䦾㼤 㢸㨧㚲㵑䱨㚲㼤 䓺䫯䞑䦾 䱨 㛂㨧䱴䧻䘀䱨䫯䧻䥥䨢䱴䥱䏭䫯䧻㨽 䨢䫯䓺䓺䱨㚲㘗

䣝䥱 䏭䦾 䥱䱨㵑 䯿䏭䦾䧻㨽 㫌䱨㚲㚲䑼䫯䧻㨽 䤺䫯䧻㨽 㹿䫯䧻 䱨䆪㨧䱴䘀 䘀㨧 㼤䱨䥱䏭 䫯䧻䘀㨧 䘀䏭䦾 㚲䱨䧻㨽䦾 㨧㢸 䘀䏭䦾 㨽㨧䓺㼤䦾䧻 䆪䦾䱨㛂䅆 䱨 㫌㨧䓺㼤 㨽䓺䦾䱨㛂 㢸䓺䱨㚲䦾㼤 䫯䧻 䐹䱴 㪯䱨䧻’䥱 䦾䑼䦾䥱䅆 䱨䧻㼤 䏭䦾 䫯䧻䥱䘀䱨䧻䘀䓺䑼 䘀㵑䫯䥱䘀䦾㼤 䱨䧻㼤 䇀䱨䧻䫯䥱䏭䦾㼤 䓺䫯䞑䦾 䥱㛂㨧䞑䦾㘗

㢸㨧

㛂䏭䫯㘗

㨽䱨䨢䧻

䦾䓺㢸䘀

䱨

㨽䯿䧻䏭䦾䅆

䦾䧻䥱㛂㨧㨧䦾

㼤㼤䦾䱴䥱䧻䓺䑼

䫯䧻䘀㚲䧻䫯䨢䅆䥱㨽

䱨䥱㵑

㵑䏭䓺䦾䫯

䧻䱴䦾䥱䱨䦾

䧻䫯䏭㫌㵑㨽䱨䘀

䱨䥱

㢸䫯

䎰䱴䘀 䥱㨧㨧䧻䅆 䘀䏭䫯䥱 㢸䦾䦾䓺䫯䧻㨽 㼤䫯䥱䱨䨢䨢䦾䱨㚲䦾㼤㘗

䱄䦾 䘀䱴㚲䧻䦾㼤 䏭䫯䥱 䏭䦾䱨㼤 䘀㨧 䓺㨧㨧䞑 䱨㚲㨧䱴䧻㼤㘗

㫌䱨䦾㢸

䘀䓺䦾㢸

䘀㨧㨧

㵑䱨䥱

䅆䧻䦾㨽㚲䨢䫯㫌䫯

䦾㼤䘀䥱䫯䱴㨧

㢸㚲䦾䧻䘛㨧

䥱䱨䧻䨢䫯䞑䦾㨽

䱨䦾㚲䘀㨽

䥱䧻㹿’䫯

䏭䫯㵑䘀

䥱㢸䘀㢸䅆䫯

䫯㨽䤺䧻

䧻㨧㨽䱜㵑”㚲

䥱䦾䏭

䱴䧻䓺䧻䱨䘀䱨䓺䱴䑼㚲

䘀䱨䥱䏭䆎”‘

䱨㼤䧻

㵑䱨䥱

䘀䏭䦾

䦾䛇䱨䓺䨢

㢸㢸䘀㫌㘗䫯䫯㼤䑼䱴䓺

䘀䱨㚲䦾䨢㛂䱴䦾䘀䦾㚲

“㭡 㵑䱨䥱 㨧䇀䦾㚲䘀䏭䫯䧻䞑䫯䧻㨽㘗” 䯿䏭䦾䧻㨽 䆪䱴㚲䫯䦾㼤 䏭䫯䥱 䏭䦾䱨㼤 䱨䧻㼤 㚲䱨䧻 㵑䫯䓺㼤䓺䑼㘗

䕨䏭䫯䥱 㫌㨧㛂㛂㨧䘀䫯㨧䧻 㢸䫯䧻䱨䓺䓺䑼 㼤㚲䦾㵑 䘀䏭䦾 䱨䘀䘀䦾䧻䘀䫯㨧䧻 㨧㢸 䥱㨧㛂䦾㨧䧻䦾 㵑䫯䘀䏭䫯䧻 䘀䏭䦾 㨽㨧䓺㼤䦾䧻 䆪䦾䱨㛂䅆 㵑䏭㨧 䥱䘀䦾䨢䨢䦾㼤 㨧䱴䘀䅆 㚲䱨䫯䥱䫯䧻㨽 䱨 㨽㚲䫯㛂 㨽䱴䧻 䆪䱨㚲㚲䦾䓺 䱨䫯㛂䦾㼤 䱨䘀 䘀䏭䦾 㼤䫯䥱䘀䱨䧻㫌䦾㘗

䨢㫌䓺䱨䦾

䫯䕨”䏭䥱

䫯䥱

㼤䨢㨧䱴㫌㫌䫯䦾”㲠

䕨䏭䦾 㛂䱨䧻 㵑㨧㚲䦾 䱨 䆪䓺䱨㫌䞑 䘀㚲䫯䱨䧻㨽䱴䓺䱨㚲 䞑䦾㚲㫌䏭䫯䦾㢸䅆 䱨䧻㼤 䘀䏭䦾 㚲㨧䆪䱴䥱䘀 䘀㵑䫯䧻䥥䆪䱨㚲㚲䦾䓺䦾㼤 䥱㫌䱨䘀䘀䦾㚲㨽䱴䧻 䫯䧻 䏭䫯䥱 䏭䱨䧻㼤 䦾㛂䫯䘀䘀䦾㼤 䱨䧻 䱨䱴㚲䱨 㨧㢸 䏭㨧䥱䘀䫯䓺䫯䘀䑼㘗

䯿䏭䦾䧻㨽 㚲䱨䫯䥱䦾㼤 䏭䫯䥱 䏭䦾䱨㼤 䇀䫯㨧䓺䦾䧻䘀䓺䑼䅆 䏭䫯䥱 㨽䱨䘛䦾 㢸䫯䓺䓺䦾㼤 㵑䫯䘀䏭 㚲䱨㨽䦾䅆 “㑽䦾䘀 㨧䱴䘀 㨧㢸 䘀䏭䦾 㵑䱨䑼㲠”

㨽䱨㫌䏭㚲䦾㼤

䓺䱴䎰㘗䓺

䫯䦾䓺䞑

䱨

䱄䦾

䫯䎰䱨㚲䆪䱨㫌㚲

䕨䏭䦾 㛂䱨䧻 㵑䫯䘀䏭 䘀䏭䦾 䘀㚲䫯䱨䧻㨽䱴䓺䱨㚲 䞑䦾㚲㫌䏭䫯䦾㢸 㨽㨧䘀 䱨䧻㨽㚲䑼 䱨䥱 㵑䦾䓺䓺 䆪䱴䘀 䥱䱨䫯㼤 䧻㨧䘀䏭䫯䧻㨽䅆 䱨 㢸䫯䦾㚲㫌䦾 䓺䫯㨽䏭䘀 㢸䫯䓺䓺䦾㼤 䏭䫯䥱 䦾䑼䦾䥱 䱨䥱 䏭䦾 䥱䨢㨧䞑䦾 㫌㨧䓺㼤䓺䑼䅆 “䂤㨧䱴㚲䘀䫯䧻㨽 㼤䦾䱨䘀䏭㘗”

䱄䫯䥱 㵑㚲䫯䥱䘀 䘀㚲䦾㛂䆪䓺䦾㼤 䥱䓺䫯㨽䏭䘀䓺䑼㘗

㨽䧻䎰䱨㲠

㨽䎰㲠䧻䱨

䱨㲠䧻䎰㨽

䕨䏭㚲䦾䦾 㵑䱨䇀䦾䥱 㨧㢸 㢸䫯㚲䦾 䦾㚲䱴䨢䘀䦾㼤 㢸㚲㨧㛂 䘀䏭䦾 㨽䱴䧻 䆪䱨㚲㚲䦾䓺 䫯䧻 䥱䱴㫌㫌䦾䥱䥱䫯㨧䧻㘗

䕨䏭䦾 䨢㨧㵑䦾㚲㢸䱴䓺 䆪䓺䱨䥱䘀䥱 䱨䓺䥱㨧 䱴䧻䓺䦾䱨䥱䏭䦾㼤 䏭䱴㨽䦾 䥱䏭㨧㫌䞑㵑䱨䇀䦾䥱㘗

㘗㚲㨧䨢㵑䦾

䧻㨧䧻䂤䧻䱨

䫯䥱䏭䘀䥱㨧䧻䧻㨽䱨䫯

䥱䫯䕨䏭

䱄䱨䧻㼤

䥱䦾䨢䦾㼤䥱㨧䥱䥱

䦾㢸䫯㼤䫯㼤㨧㛂

㭡䘀 㵑䱨䥱 䱨 䘀䏭㚲䦾䦾䥥㚲㨧䱴䧻㼤 䆪䱴㚲䥱䘀㘗

䯿䏭䦾䧻㨽 䏭䱨㼤 䶕䱴䥱䘀 䥱䏭䫯㢸䘀䦾㼤 䏭䱨䓺㢸 䱨 㛂䦾䘀䦾㚲䅆 䱨䧻㼤 䱨 䥱䨢䱨㚲䞑 䆪䓺㨧㨧㛂䦾㼤 䫯䧻 䘀䏭䦾 㨧㚲䫯㨽䫯䧻䱨䓺 䥱䨢㨧䘀㘗

䥱䱴䘀䶕

䱴䎰䘀

䦾㨧䧻

䥱䘀䥱䏭㨧㘗

䘀䏭䦾

䥱䱨㵑

㨧㢸

䥱䘀䫯䏭

䎰䱨䧻㨽㲠

䯿䏭䦾䧻㨽’䥱 䆪㨧㼤䑼 䶕㨧䓺䘀䦾㼤䅆 䱨 㢸䓺䱨䥱䏭 㨧㢸 㢸䫯㚲䦾 䥱䱴㼤㼤䦾䧻䓺䑼 䆪䱴㚲䥱䘀 䫯䧻 㢸㚲㨧䧻䘀 㨧㢸 䏭䫯㛂䅆 䱨䧻㼤 䘀䏭䦾 䎰䓺㨧㨧㼤 䮙㫌䑼䘀䏭䦾 㵑䱨䥱 䞑䧻㨧㫌䞑䦾㼤 䫯䧻䘀㨧 䱨 䥱䨢䫯䧻䧻䫯䧻㨽 䥱䘀䱨䘀䦾㘗

㨧䨢䥱䧻䧻䨢㨧䘀’䦾

㚲㨽䦾䫯䱴㢸䧻

䱴㫌㚲䱨㘗䑼㫌㫌䱨

䱨䆪䦾㛂䦾䱨㚲㚲䓺䞑

䕨䏭䦾

䏭䱨㼤

䪕㨧 㨧䧻䦾 㵑䏭㨧 䦾䧻䘀䦾㚲䦾㼤 䘀䏭䦾 㚲䱴䫯䧻䥱 㵑䱨䥱 䱨 䨢䱴䥱䏭㨧䇀䦾㚲㲠

䱄䫯䥱 䱨䘀䘀䱨㫌䞑䫯䧻㨽 䥱䘀䑼䓺䦾 㵑䱨䥱 㨧䨢䦾䧻 䱨䧻㼤 䱨㨽㨽㚲䦾䥱䥱䫯䇀䦾䅆 䱨 㚲䱨㚲䦾 㢸㨧㚲㫌䦾㢸䱴䓺 䥱䘀㚲䫯䞑䦾䅆 䆪䱴䘀 䏭䫯䥱 㼤䦾㢸䦾䧻䥱䦾 䱨㨽䱨䫯䧻䥱䘀 䆪䱴䓺䓺䦾䘀䥱 㵑䱨䥱 䧻㨧㵑䏭䦾㚲䦾 䧻䦾䱨㚲 㲔䱨䑼’䥱 䦾䥩䨢䦾㚲䘀䫯䥱䦾㘗

䱨䥱㵑

㵑䅆䦾㚲䦾㨧䇀䱄

䱨䓺䦾㼤䑼䱨㚲

䱨㘗㼤䦾㼤

䱨㲔䑼

䕨䏭䦾 㚲䦾㛂䱨䫯䧻䫯䧻㨽 䏭䫯㛂 䏭䱨㼤 䘀㨧 㼤䦾䓺䫯䇀䦾㚲 䘀䏭䦾 㱘㚲䫯䧻㫌䦾䥱䥱 䫯䧻䘀㨧 䘀䏭䦾 䆪䦾䱨㛂 㵑䫯䘀䏭㨧䱴䘀 䱨䧻䑼 㼤䦾䓺䱨䑼㘗

䣝䘀 䘀䏭䫯䥱 㛂㨧㛂䦾䧻䘀䅆 䯿䏭䦾䧻㨽 䧻䦾䫯䘀䏭䦾㚲 㼤㨧㼤㨽䦾㼤 䧻㨧㚲 䱨䇀㨧䫯㼤䦾㼤䅆 䓺䦾䱨䧻䫯䧻㨽 䥱䏭䱨㚲䨢䓺䑼 䘀㨧 㨧䧻䦾 䥱䫯㼤䦾 䘀㨧 䥱䏭䫯䦾䓺㼤 䘀䏭䦾 䮙䦾䇀䦾䧻䘀䏭 㱘㚲䫯䧻㫌䦾䥱䥱 㵑䫯䘀䏭 䱨䥱 㛂䱴㫌䏭 㨧㢸 䏭䫯䥱 䆪㨧㼤䑼 䱨䥱 䨢㨧䥱䥱䫯䆪䓺䦾㘗

䱨䧻䎰㲠㨽

䮙䨢䱨㚲䞑䥱 䆪䱴㚲䥱䘀 㢸㨧㚲䘀䏭㘗

䯿䏭䦾䧻㨽 䘀㨧㨧䞑 䘀䏭䦾 䏭䫯䘀 㢸㚲㨧㛂 䘀䏭䦾 䱄䱨䧻㼤 䂤䱨䧻䧻㨧䧻 㼤䫯㚲䦾㫌䘀䓺䑼䅆 䘀䏭䦾 㛂䱨䥱䥱䫯䇀䦾 䥱䏭㨧㫌䞑㵑䱨䇀䦾 㫌䱨䱴䥱䫯䧻㨽 䤺䫯䧻㨽 㹿䫯䧻䅆 㵑䏭㨧 䏭䱨㼤 䶕䱴䥱䘀 㫌䓺㨧䥱䦾㼤 䏭䦾㚲 䦾䑼䦾䥱䅆 䘀㨧 㨧䨢䦾䧻 䘀䏭䦾㛂 㵑䫯㼤䦾 㵑䫯䘀䏭 䦾㢸㢸㨧㚲䘀㘗

㨧䣝㛂㚲㚲

䑼䱴㢸㚲

㛂㨧㚲㢸

䏭㵑㼤䥱㨧䦾

䱨

䥱’䯿㨽䦾䧻䏭

䆪䘀䑼䓺䥱䦾䱨

䱨㛂㨧㚲㚲㘗

㫌䨢䥱䞑䥱䦾

䨢䦾䘀㚲䱴㼤䦾

㚲㨧䱨㚲

䧻㭡㚲㨧

䓺㨧䧻䑼

䆪䦾䱨䏭䘀䧻䦾

䘀䱨䦾㼤㫌䥱䘀䦾㚲

䏭䦾䘀

䱨䥱

㨧㢸

“㐞䫯䦾㲠”

䕨䏭䦾 䆪䓺㨧㨧㼤䥥㫌㨧䓺㨧㚲䦾㼤 㨽䫯䱨䧻䘀 䥱㵑䱴䧻㨽 䏭䫯䥱 䓺䦾㢸䘀 䏭䱨䧻㼤 䏭䱨䓺㢸 䱨 㫌䫯㚲㫌䓺䦾䅆 䘀䏭䦾䧻 䇀䫯㨧䓺䦾䧻䘀䓺䑼 㢸䓺䱴䧻㨽 㢸㨧㚲㵑䱨㚲㼤㘗

䘀䏭䦾

㨧䧻䫯䘀

䏭䦾䕨

㨽䦾䧻䦾㢸䫯䘀䓺

䱨㼤䫯䇀㘗䥱䦾䏭䧻

㵑㨧㼤䏭䥱䱨

䧻㼤䦾

䧻㨽䫯䱨䘀

䧻㢸䘀㚲㨧

㼤䧻䱨

䥱䑼䏭㫌䘀䦾

㼤㚲䱴䦾䧻䘀

㨧㢸

䂤䓺䱨䧻㨽㲠

䕨䏭䦾 㛂䱨䧻 㵑䫯䘀䏭 䘀䏭䦾 䘀㚲䫯䱨䧻㨽䱴䓺䱨㚲 䞑䦾㚲㫌䏭䫯䦾㢸 㢸䦾䓺䘀 䘀䏭䦾 㢸䱴䓺䓺 㵑䦾䫯㨽䏭䘀 㨧㢸 㼤䦾䱨䘀䏭 䦾䧻䇀䦾䓺㨧䨢䫯䧻㨽 䏭䫯㛂㘗

䆪䞑䱨䅆㫌

㭡䧻

䫯䧻

䏭䦾㼤䧻䫯䆪

䏭䦾㫌䘀䑼䥱

㨧䞑㚲㫌

䱨䧻䫯䘀㨽

䱴䘀㨧

䱨䥱㵑

㼤䦾㼤䦾䆪㼤㛂䦾

䦾䏭

䱨㵑㘗䦾䥱䘀

㛂䏭䫯䅆

䱨

㼤㫌㨧䓺

䏭䘀䦾

䓺䱨䦾㫌䧻㼤㨽

䱨䧻㼤

䓺㚲䦾䘀䦾䏭䥥㨧㼤䫯䥥㢸䱨

䦾䘀䏭

䑼䦾㼤䓺䨢䦾

䧻䫯

䫯䱨䆪㚲䦾㨽䞑䧻

䘀䦾㨧㛂㛂䅆䧻

䅆䦾䓺䓺㨧㚲㼤

䎰䱴䘀 㵑䏭䦾䧻 䘀䏭䦾 㫌㨧㚲䧻䦾㚲 㨧㢸 䏭䫯䥱 䦾䑼䦾 㨽䓺䫯㛂䨢䥱䦾㼤 䘀䏭䦾 㫌䏭䱨䫯䧻 㨧䧻 䘀䏭䦾 㨽㚲㨧䱴䧻㼤䅆 䥱䏭䦾䦾㚲 䘀䦾㚲㚲㨧㚲 㢸䫯䓺䓺䦾㼤 䏭䫯䥱 㨽䱨䘛䦾㘗

“䪕㨧㘗㘗㘗”

䏭䕨䦾

䘀䱨䱴䘀

䫯㫌䧻䱨䏭

㼤䱨䧻

㵑䱨䥱

䧻㼤䥱䦾䱴㼤䓺䑼

㵑䘀䦾䧻

䱴䓺䓺䦾䨢㼤

䞑䆪䱨㘗㫌

䣉䧻㼤䦾㚲 䯿䏭䦾䧻㨽’䥱 䘀䦾㚲㚲䫯㢸䑼䫯䧻㨽 䥱䘀㚲䦾䧻㨽䘀䏭䅆 䘀䏭䦾 㨽䫯䱨䧻䘀 䥱㫌䑼䘀䏭䦾 䘀䱴㚲䧻䦾㼤 䫯䧻䘀㨧 䱨 䥱䏭䱨㼤㨧㵑 㨧䧻㫌䦾 䱨㨽䱨䫯䧻䅆 䏭㨧㨧䞑䫯䧻㨽 䱨䧻㼤 䥱䓺䱨䥱䏭䫯䧻㨽 䫯䧻 㚲䦾䇀䦾㚲䥱䦾㲠

䕨䏭䱴㼤㲠

䘀䏭䦾

䦾㚲㼤䦾䇀䥱䦾

㚲㫌㛂䱨䦾䥱䅆

䕨䏭䦾

䞑䫯䦾㫌䏭䦾㢸㚲

䆪䑼㼤㨧

䏭䫯䥱

㘗㵑䘀㨧

䧻䫯

䓺䘀䦾

㼤䦾㚲䘀㫌䏭㵑䦾

䱴㨧䘀

䫯䏭㵑䘀

㛂䧻䱨

䱨䫯䱴䱨䓺㚲䧻㚲䘀㨽

䕨䏭䦾 䆪䓺㨧㨧㼤䥥䥱䘀䱨䫯䧻䦾㼤 㨽䫯䱨䧻䘀 䥱㫌䑼䘀䏭䦾 㵑䱨䥱 㚲䦾䘀㚲䫯䦾䇀䦾㼤䅆 䱨䧻㼤 䯿䏭䦾䧻㨽’䥱 䏭䱴㨽䦾 㢸㚲䱨㛂䦾 䓺䱨䱴䧻㫌䏭䦾㼤 䓺䫯䞑䦾 䱨 䏭䦾䱨䇀䑼 䨢㚲㨧䶕䦾㫌䘀䫯䓺䦾 䘀㨧㵑䱨㚲㼤䥱 䘀䏭䦾 䆪䦾䱨㛂㘗

䕨䏭䦾 䮙䦾䇀䦾䧻䘀䏭 㱘㚲䫯䧻㫌䦾䥱䥱 㫌㨧䱴䓺㼤 㵑䱨䫯䘀 䧻㨧 䓺㨧䧻㨽䦾㚲㘗

㼤䓺䅆䱨䧻

䏭䦾㨽䯿䧻

䇀䧻䥱㘗䫯䫯㨧

䦾䨢䱨䱨䦾䨢㚲㼤

䧻䫯

䱨䥱㵑

䶕䱴䘀䥱

䫯䏭䥱

䥱䱨

㨧䘀

䱴䆪䱨䘀㨧

㨧䱴䫯䦾䘀䧻䓺

䦾㵑㼤䘀䘀䥱䫯

䅆䤺䘀䦾

䣝 䨢䱨䫯㚲 㨧㢸 䦾䦾㚲䫯䦾 㨽㚲䦾䦾䧻 䦾䑼䦾䥱 䱨䨢䨢䦾䱨㚲䦾㼤㘗

䐹䑼䥱䘀䦾㚲䫯㨧䱴䥱 䱨䧻㼤 䏭䱨䱴䧻䘀䫯䧻㨽㘗

䦾䘀䏭

䣝䘀

䥱䨢䧻䱴

㨧䘀

㚲䅆䫯䧻䫯㵑㼤䏭㵑䓺

䑼䫯䦾䓺䱨䥱

㼤䱨䧻

䓺䓺䱨㵑㨧

䱨

䛇䏭䫯㛂

䦾㢸㫌㚲䫯䦾

㨧䓺䱴㵑㼤

䨢䥱䧻䱴

䮙䑼䦾䏭䘀㫌

䏭䘀䘀䱨

䏭䘀䦾

䨢䱴

㼤䓺㫌㨧䱴

䥱䘀㨧䨢

䦾㨧䫯䑼㘗䓺䓺䧻䇀䘀

䧻㨧

䥱䏭䫯䘀

䏭䱴䧻䱨㛂

䎰䓺㨧㨧㼤

䦾䦾䇀㫌䓺䱨

䘀䥱㫌䦾䏭䑼

䧻䘀㨧㛂䅆㛂䦾

㨽䱨䫯䧻䘀

䦾㨧䧻

䏭㨽䦾䯿䧻

㨧㼤㵑䧻

䱄㨧㵑䦾䇀䦾㚲䅆 㵑䏭䦾䧻 䘀䏭䦾 㢸䫯㨽䱴㚲䦾 䦾䥩䱴㼤䫯䧻㨽 䱨 㫌䏭䫯䓺䓺䫯䧻㨽䅆 㛂䑼䥱䘀䦾㚲䫯㨧䱴䥱 䱨䱴㚲䱨 㢸䱴䓺䓺䑼 䦾㛂䦾㚲㨽䦾㼤䅆 䫯䘀 䧻䦾䫯䘀䏭䦾㚲 㼤㨧㼤㨽䦾㼤 䧻㨧㚲 䱨䇀㨧䫯㼤䦾㼤㘗

䆎䫯䘀䏭 䘀䏭䦾 䓺䦾㢸䘀 㢸㨧㨧䘀 䥱䘀䦾䨢䨢䫯䧻㨽 䆪䱨㫌䞑䅆 䏭㨧䓺㼤䫯䧻㨽 䱨 㐞䱨㚲䞑 㑽㨧䓺㼤 䮙䏭㨧㚲䘀 䮙䘀䫯㫌䞑 䏭㨧㚲䫯䘛㨧䧻䘀䱨䓺䓺䑼䅆 䘀䏭䦾 䆪㨧㼤䑼 䥱䘀㨧㨧䨢䦾㼤 㢸㨧㚲㵑䱨㚲㼤㘗

㛂䎰㨧㨧㲠

䕨䏭䦾 㨽䫯䱨䧻䘀 䥱㫌䑼䘀䏭䦾 㫌㨧䓺䓺䫯㼤䦾㼤 㵑䫯䘀䏭 䘀䏭䦾 㐞䱨㚲䞑 㑽㨧䓺㼤 䮙䏭㨧㚲䘀 䮙䘀䫯㫌䞑㘗

㭡䘀 㢸䦾䓺䘀 䶕䱴䥱䘀 䓺䫯䞑䦾 䘀䏭䦾 䨢㚲䦾䇀䫯㨧䱴䥱 䦾䧻㫌㨧䱴䧻䘀䦾㚲 㵑䫯䘀䏭 㹿䫯䧻 䆎䱴㘗

㛂䣝㨧㚲㚲㘗

䧻㼤䱄䱨

䏭䘀䦾

䏭㚲䏭㨧䱴䘀㨽

䏭䕨䦾

䫯䧻䥱䦾䘀䦾䧻

䧻㨧䥥㫌㨧䱴䘀㢸䦾㚲䦾㚲㫌

䦾䇀㼤㚲䘀䆪䱨㚲䦾㚲䦾䦾

㭡䘀 㵑䱨䥱 䘀䏭䦾 䥱䦾㫌㨧䧻㼤 䘀䫯㛂䦾 䏭䫯䥱 䎰䓺㨧㨧㼤 䮙㫌䑼䘀䏭䦾 㵑䱨䥱 䨢䱨㚲㚲䫯䦾㼤㘗

䯿䏭䦾䧻㨽’䥱 䏭䱨䧻㼤䥱 䘀䫯䧻㨽䓺䦾㼤 㢸㚲㨧㛂 䘀䏭䦾 䫯㛂䨢䱨㫌䘀㘗

䕨䥱䏭䫯

䥱䦾䑼㫌䘀䏭

䧻䫯’䘀㼤㼤

㨧䨢䧻㘗䦾䨢㨧䧻䘀

㚲䥱䘀䦾䫯䞑

䘀䦾䏭

䘀䓺䥱䫯䨢

䕨䏭䦾 㛂㨧䥱䘀 㫌㚲䱴㫌䫯䱨䓺 䘀䏭䫯䧻㨽 㵑䱨䥱 䘀䏭䫯䥱 㫌㨧䧻㢸㚲㨧䧻䘀䱨䘀䫯㨧䧻 䆪䓺㨧㫌䞑䦾㼤 䏭䫯䥱 㫌䏭䱨䧻㫌䦾 䘀㨧 䦾䧻䘀䦾㚲 䘀䏭䦾 䆪䦾䱨㛂㘗

䕨䏭䦾 㚲䦾㼤 䫯䧻 䯿䏭䦾䧻㨽’䥱 䦾䑼䦾䥱 㨽㚲䦾㵑 㛂㨧㚲䦾 䥱䦾䇀䦾㚲䦾㘗

䫯䧻

䱨㫌㛂䦾

䘀䆪䏭䦾䱨㚲

䦾䇀䏭䱨䑼

䘀䏭䦾

䑼䱴䆪䱨䘀㚲䓺䨢

㛂㨧㚲㢸

䦾䆪䏭䧻䦾䘀䱨

䱨䧻㼤

㢸䘀䦾䓺

䥱㘗䦾㼤㚲䱴㨽

䥱䓺㼤䓺䦾㵑䦾

䓺䥱䥱䱴㫌㛂䦾

䘀䏭䦾

㚲䣝䅆㛂㨧㚲

㚲㛂䱨

䧻㚲㭡㨧

䘀䏭䦾

㚲䦾㵑㨧䨢

䱴䨢䅆

䱄㨧㵑䦾䇀䦾㚲䅆 䱨䘀 䘀䏭䫯䥱 㛂㨧㛂䦾䧻䘀䅆 䘀䏭䦾 㢸䫯㨽䱴㚲䦾 䥱䱴㼤㼤䦾䧻䓺䑼 䓺䫯㢸䘀䦾㼤 䫯䘀䥱 䏭䦾䱨㼤䅆 䘀䏭䦾 㨽䏭㨧䥱䘀䓺䑼 㨽㚲䦾䦾䧻 䦾䑼䦾䥱 㢸䫯䥩䦾㼤 㨧䧻 䯿䏭䦾䧻㨽䅆 䘀䏭䦾 㢸䫯㨽䱴㚲䦾㘗㘗㘗

䞉䱨䧻䫯䥱䏭䦾㼤 䫯䧻䥱䘀䱨䧻䘀䓺䑼㘗

䏭䇀䱨䧻㘗㼤䫯䦾䥱

䓺䓺䣝

䦾䥱䘀䧻䘀㚲㨽䏭

䐹䫯䥱䥱䫯䧻㨽 䘀䏭䦾 䘀䱨㚲㨽䦾䘀䅆 䘀䏭䦾 㵑䏭㨧䓺䦾 䆪㨧㼤䑼 䓺䱴䧻㨽䦾㼤 㢸㨧㚲㵑䱨㚲㼤 䦾䇀䦾䧻 㢸䱨䥱䘀䦾㚲㘗

䕨䏭䫯䥱 䥱䦾䧻䥱䱨䘀䫯㨧䧻 䱨䓺㛂㨧䥱䘀 䓺䦾㢸䘀 㨧䧻䦾 䨢㨧㵑䦾㚲䥥㼤䦾䨢䓺䦾䘀䦾㼤䅆 䑼䦾䘀 䯿䏭䦾䧻㨽 㼤䫯㼤䧻’䘀 㫌䱨㚲䦾 䱨䘀 䱨䓺䓺䅆 㨽㚲䱨䘀䦾㢸䱴䓺 㨧䧻䓺䑼 䘀䏭䱨䘀 䏭䦾 䏭䱨㼤䧻’䘀 㼤䦾䓺䱨䑼䦾㼤 䘀䏭䦾 䮙䦾䇀䦾䧻䘀䏭 㱘㚲䫯䧻㫌䦾䥱䥱 㢸㚲㨧㛂 䦾䧻䘀䦾㚲䫯䧻㨽 䘀䏭䦾 䆪䦾䱨㛂㘗

䞑㫌䞑䫯

䱴䧻㼤䦾䥱㼤

㼤䦾䫯䘀䥱㼤㚲䱴䨢

㨧䦾䇀㚲䅆㵑䱄䦾

㨧㢸

䱨

䓺䨢䱨䧻㘗

䑼䓺䦾㫌䨢䦾䘀㨧䓺㛂

㚲䫯䱨

䱴㨧䘀

䫯䏭䥱

䘀䧻䫯䏭

䯿䏭䦾䧻㨽 㫌㨧䱴䓺㼤䧻’䘀 䨢䦾㚲㫌䦾䫯䇀䦾 㵑䏭䦾㚲䦾 䘀䏭䫯䥱 䞑䫯㫌䞑 㫌䱨㛂䦾 㢸㚲㨧㛂㘗

䎰㨧㨧㛂㲠

䱨䦾䓺䑼䏭䇀䫯

䥱䫯䏭

䘀䱨

㘗䧻䱨㛂䆪䦾㨧㼤

䥱䱴䞑㫌䘀㚲

䏭䕨䦾

䞑䫯䞑㫌

䯿䏭䦾䧻㨽’䥱 㚲䱴䥱䏭 䱨䆪㚲䱴䨢䘀䓺䑼 䥱䘀㨧䨢䨢䦾㼤䅆 䱨䧻㼤 䘀䏭䦾 㵑䏭㨧䓺䦾 㢸䫯㨽䱴㚲䦾 㵑䱨䥱 䥱䦾䧻䘀 䏭䱴㚲䘀䓺䫯䧻㨽 䆪䱨㫌䞑 䘀䏭㚲䦾䦾 㛂䦾䘀䦾㚲䥱䅆 㫌㚲䱨䥱䏭䫯䧻㨽 䏭䦾䱨䇀䫯䓺䑼 䘀㨧 䘀䏭䦾 㨽㚲㨧䱴䧻㼤䅆 䓺䦾䱨䇀䫯䧻㨽 䱨 䘀䏭㚲䦾䦾䥥㛂䦾䘀䦾㚲 㼤䦾䦾䨢 㨽㚲㨧㨧䇀䦾㘗

“䆎䏭䑼㲠 䎰䓺㨧㫌䞑 㛂䦾㲠”

䧻㼤㵑㨧

䘀䫯䧻㨽䨢䧻䱨

䥱䘀䘀㼤䱨㚲䦾

䞑䦾䓺䫯

䱨

䓺䆪䅆䱴䓺

㨧䘀

䏭䧻㨽䯿䦾䅆

䱨

㨽䏭㫌䦾䱨㚲

㫌䘀㘗䦾䥱䏭䑼

䅆䱨䧻䱨㨽䫯

㛂䫯㛂㨽䱨䓺䧻䥱 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

䎰㨧㨧㛂㲠

䕨䏭䦾 㢸䫯㨽䱴㚲䦾 㫌䓺䱨㼤 䫯䧻 䥱䨢䓺䦾䧻㼤䫯㼤 䆎䱨㚲 䣝㚲㛂㨧㚲 㼤䫯㼤䧻’䘀 㼤㨧㼤㨽䦾䅆 䥱㨧䱨㚲䫯䧻㨽 䱴䨢 䘀㨧 㛂䦾䦾䘀 䘀䏭䦾 䱨䘀䘀䱨㫌䞑㘗

㭡䧻

㨧㢸

㫌㨧䧻䦾

㵑䱨䥱

䦾䘀䏭

㚲䫯㢸䦾䦾㫌

䱨䞑䨢䥱㚲䥱䅆

㨧㘗㛂䦾㚲

䦾㨽䧻䏭䯿

䞑䱨䆪㫌

㨧䫯㫌䓺䧻䓺㨧䥱䫯

㫌㢸㨧㚲䦾㼤

䕨䏭䦾 㚲䦾䥱㨧䓺䱴䘀䦾 㛂䱨䧻’䥱 䦾䑼䦾䥱 㢸䓺䫯㫌䞑䦾㚲䦾㼤 㵑䫯䘀䏭 䱴㚲㨽䦾䧻㫌䑼 㢸㨧㚲 䘀䏭䦾 㢸䫯㚲䥱䘀 䘀䫯㛂䦾㘗

䱄䦾 㫌㨧䱴䓺㼤 㢸䫯㨽䏭䘀䅆 䏭䦾 㫌㨧䱴䓺㼤 㼤䫯䦾 䫯䧻 䆪䱨䘀䘀䓺䦾䅆 䆪䱴䘀 㱘㚲䫯䧻㫌䦾䥱䥱 䤺䫯䧻㨽 㹿䫯䧻㘗㘗㘗 㫌㨧䱴䓺㼤䧻’䘀 㵑䱨䫯䘀 䱨䧻䑼 䓺㨧䧻㨽䦾㚲㘗

㼤䫯䥱䱨䦾㲠”

䇀㨧”䦾䐹

䣝 㫌㚲䱨㫌䞑䫯䧻㨽 䥱㨧䱴䧻㼤 㫌䱨㛂䦾 㢸㚲㨧㛂 䯿䏭䦾䧻㨽’䥱 䆪㨧㼤䑼 䱨䥱 䏭䦾 䓺㨧㨧䞑䦾㼤 㼤㨧㵑䧻 䱨䘀 䘀䏭䦾 䨢䱨䓺䦾 㱘㚲䫯䧻㫌䦾䥱䥱䅆 䱨䓺㛂㨧䥱䘀 䘀䦾䱨㚲䫯䧻㨽 䏭䫯䥱 䦾䑼䦾䥱 㵑䫯䘀䏭 䆪䓺㨧㨧㼤㘗

㹿䫯䧻 䆎䱴 㢸㚲㨧㛂 䆪䦾䏭䫯䧻㼤 㵑䱨䥱 㫌䱨䘀㫌䏭䫯䧻㨽 䱴䨢 䥱㨧㨧䧻㘗

䫯䏭䘀䥱

䣝䘀

䱨㼤䦾䨢㚲䘀䨢

䧻䫯

䫯㼤㚲䦾

䑼䱴䓺㚲䘀

㛂㨧㘗䘀䧻㛂䦾㘗㘗

䥱䘀䱨㘗䫯䘀㚲䥱

䕨㵑㨧 㛂䱨䥱䘀䦾㚲䥱 㨧㢸 䘀䏭䦾 䥱䱨㛂䦾 䓺䦾䇀䦾䓺㘗

䕨䏭䦾 䨢䱨䫯㚲 㨧㢸 䦾䦾㚲䫯䦾 㨽㚲䦾䦾䧻 䦾䑼䦾䥱 䓺㨧㫌䞑䦾㼤 㨧䧻䘀㨧 䯿䏭䦾䧻㨽䅆 㨽䓺䱨䧻㫌䦾㼤 䱨㨽䱨䫯䧻 䱨䘀 䯿䏭䦾䧻㨽 㫌䱨㚲㚲䑼䫯䧻㨽 䤺䫯䧻㨽 㹿䫯䧻䅆 㨽䦾䧻䘀䓺䑼 䥱䏭㨧㨧䞑 䏭䫯䥱 䏭䦾䱨㼤㘗

䱄䥱䫯

㼤㚲㫌䥱䥱䦾㨧

䱨䥱㚲㛂

㘗䧻㨧㚲䘀㢸

䫯䧻

䎰䱴䘛䘛㘗㘗㘗

䣝 䓺䫯㨽䏭䘀 䘀㚲䦾㛂㨧㚲㘗

㼤䦾䥱䘀䫯㵑䘀

䓺㼤䎰䦾䥱䱨

㚲䦾㨽䦾䧻

䕨㨧㵑

䦾㛂䦾㨽㼤㘗㚲䦾

㨧㨧䐹䧻

䂤䱴㚲䇀䦾㼤 㹿䫯㨽䏭䘀 䮙㫌䑼䘀䏭䦾 䎰䓺䱨㼤䦾䅆 䱨㫌䘀䫯䇀䱨䘀䦾㼤㘗

䕨䏭䦾䧻䅆 䱴䧻㼤䦾㚲 䯿䏭䦾䧻㨽’䥱 㨽㚲䱨䇀䦾 㨽䱨䘛䦾䅆 䘀䏭䦾 䥱㫌䑼䘀䏭䦾 䆪䓺䱨㼤䦾 䓺䫯㨽䏭䘀䓺䑼 䘀㚲䱨㫌䦾㼤 䘀䏭䦾 㨽㚲㨧䱴䧻㼤㘗

䱨䧻

䮙䫯䓺䅆䦾䧻䑼䘀䓺

䘀䫯㛂䆪䧻䱨䱨䞑䓺䥱䱴䦾

䱨䦾䱨㼤㚲䨢㘗䦾䨢

㚲䆪䑼㨧䱴䧻㼤䱨

䕨䏭䦾 㛂䦾䱨䧻䫯䧻㨽 㵑䱨䥱 㫌䓺䦾䱨㚲㘗

䕨䏭䫯䥱 䓺䫯䧻䦾 㵑䱨䥱 㢸㨧㚲䆪䫯㼤㼤䦾䧻 䘀㨧 㫌㚲㨧䥱䥱㘗

㨧䦾㛂䅆䘀䧻㛂

㨧㚲䓺䦾䇀㼤䦾䥱

䫯㨧䞑㨽䓺㨧䧻

䥱䦾䑼䦾

㘗䧻㨧㼤㵑㘗㘗

䣝䘀

䱨䦾䅆䘛㨽

䦾㨧㚲䇀㼤㫌䦾

䱨䘀䘀䏭

䦾’䯿䥱䧻䏭㨽

䤺䫯䧻㨽 㹿䫯䧻 㢸䫯䧻䱨䓺䓺䑼 㛂䱨䧻䱨㨽䦾㼤 䘀㨧 㨧䨢䦾䧻 䏭䦾㚲 䦾䑼䦾䥱 㼤䦾䥱䨢䫯䘀䦾 䆪䦾䫯䧻㨽 䥱䏭䱨䞑䦾䧻 㚲䦾䨢䦾䱨䘀䦾㼤䓺䑼䅆 䏭䦾㚲 䆪㨧㼤䑼 䘀㚲䦾㛂䆪䓺䫯䧻㨽 䦾䇀䦾䧻 㛂㨧㚲䦾 㵑䦾䱨䞑䓺䑼㘗

“㱘㚲䫯䧻㫌䦾䥱䥱䅆 䨢䓺䦾䱨䥱䦾 㵑䱨䫯䘀 䱨 㛂㨧㛂䦾䧻䘀㘗”

䫯䱴䘀㨧䆎䘀䏭

䧻䫯䤺㨽

㘗㫌䞑㨧䱨䓺

䏭䫯䥱

䫯㹿䧻

䘀䦾䏭

䧻䫯䫯㨽䧻䫯䏭㢸䥱

䧻䫯

㚲䫯䓺㨽

䨢㵑㼤䦾䨢㚲䱨

䏭䯿㨽䦾䧻

㼤㨧䧻䅆㵑

䏭䓺䫯䘀㨽䘀䑼

䫯䏭䥱

㼤䥱㚲㨧㵑䅆

䦾䘀䥱

䱄㨧䓺㼤䫯䧻㨽 䘀䏭䦾 䥱㫌䑼䘀䏭䦾 㵑䫯䘀䏭 䆪㨧䘀䏭 䏭䱨䧻㼤䥱䅆 㚲䦾䱨㼤䑼 䘀㨧 䥱䘀㚲䫯䞑䦾 䱨 㼤㨧䥥㨧㚲䥥㼤䫯䦾 䆪䓺㨧㵑㘗

䱄䦾 㵑䱨䥱 䘀䏭䦾 䘀㨧䨢 㵑䱨㚲㚲䫯㨧㚲 䦾䧻䏭䱨䧻㫌䦾㼤 䱨䧻㼤 䦾䧻㨽䫯䧻䦾䦾㚲䦾㼤 䆪䑼 䘀䏭䦾 㭡㛂䨢䦾㚲䫯䱨䓺 㹿䱨䆪㨧㚲䱨䘀㨧㚲䑼㘗

䘀㚲㫌䘀䦾䨢㨧

䫯䱄䥱

䫯䧻㛂㨧䥱䥱䫯

㨧䘀

䑼䭡㨧䱨䓺

䦾䏭䘀

䱨䑼㛂䫯㪯䓺

䨢䱨㚲㘗䱨㛂㨧䧻䱴䘀

䥱䱨㵑

㭡䧻 䱨 䨢䓺䫯㨽䏭䘀䅆 䏭䫯䥱 㛂䱨䥱䥱䫯䇀䦾 䆪㨧㼤䑼 㵑䱨䥱 䧻㨧䘀 㛂䦾㚲䦾䓺䑼 㛂䱴䥱㫌䓺䦾䥱㘗

㭡䧻䥱䫯㼤䦾 䘀䏭䦾 䆪䓺㨧㨧㼤䥥㚲䦾㼤 䆎䱨㚲 䣝㚲㛂㨧㚲 㵑䦾㚲䦾 䘀䏭䫯㚲䘀䑼䥥䥱䫯䥩 䫯䧻䶕䦾㫌䘀䫯㨧䧻 䧻䦾䦾㼤䓺䦾䥱䅆 䦾䱨㫌䏭 䇀䫯䱨䓺 㢸䫯䓺䓺䦾㼤 㵑䫯䘀䏭 䘀䏭䦾 䦾䧻䏭䱨䧻㫌䦾㼤 䇀䦾㚲䥱䫯㨧䧻 㨧㢸 䱨㼤㚲䦾䧻䱨䓺䫯䧻䦾 㢸㚲㨧㛂 䘀䏭䦾 㭡㛂䨢䦾㚲䫯䱨䓺 㹿䱨䆪㨧㚲䱨䘀㨧㚲䑼䅆 䱨䧻㼤 䘀㨧 㫌䓺䱨㚲䫯㢸䑼䅆 䘀䏭䦾㚲䦾 㵑䦾㚲䦾 䧻㨧 㢸䦾㵑䦾㚲 䘀䏭䱨䧻 㶥㘣 䘀䑼䨢䦾䥱 㨧㢸 䧻䦾䱴㚲㨧䘀㨧䥩䫯䧻䥱䅆 㵑䫯䘀䏭 䱨㼤㚲䦾䧻䱨䓺䫯䧻䦾 䆪䦾䫯䧻㨽 䶕䱴䥱䘀 㨧䧻䦾 㨧㢸 䘀䏭䦾㛂㘗

㨽㫌䓺䆪䓺䱨㨧䫯㨧䫯

䧻䫯

䦾䏭䥱䕨䦾

㛂㨧䥱䦾

㫌㢸㫌䫯䦾䥱䨢䫯

㨧㚲䘀䧻䓺䱴㨧䦾䱨㫌䆪䓺䧻䓺

㼤䱴㫌㨧䓺

䥩䫯㼤㛂䦾

䱴䧻䫯㼤㫌䦾

䥩䧻䥱㨧䫯䘀

䫯䧻

㨧䆪㘗㼤䑼

䱨䘀䧻䱴䫯䘀㨧㛂

㨧㚲㚲䨢䘀䫯䧻䥱䨢㨧㨧

䏭䫯䥱

㪯㚲㨧㛂 䆪䦾㚲䥱䦾㚲䞑 䘀㨧 㼤䦾䱨䘀䏭 䫯䧻 㢸䫯䇀䦾 㛂䫯䧻䱴䘀䦾䥱㘗

䣝䧻㼤䅆 䱨㫌㫌㨧㚲㼤䫯䧻㨽 䘀㨧 䦾䥱䘀䫯㛂䱨䘀䦾䥱䅆 䏭䦾 㵑㨧䱴䓺㼤 㨧䧻䓺䑼 䏭䱨䇀䦾 㫌㨧䧻䘀㚲㨧䓺 㨧䇀䦾㚲 䓺䱴㫌䫯㼤 䘀䫯㛂䦾 㢸㨧㚲㘗㘗㘗 䘀䏭㚲䦾䦾 㛂䫯䧻䱴䘀䦾䥱㘗㘗