Peerless Little Immortal Doctor-Chapter 1770 - 1775: Cultivation Realm

Capítulo 1770: Chapter 1775: Cultivation Realm

“A lifetime bedridden and paralyzed…”

Xia Liu murmured to himself.

If it were before, maybe so.

But as long as my power recovers, at most a month, I will be back to normal.

“Young Master Xia, don’t worry; I will find the best physician in Holy Bright Nation to treat you. You will definitely recover.”

Seeing Xia Liu’s somber expression, He Xue quickly said.

“Princess, don’t bother; just let me be.”

“No! I will definitely heal you!”

Saying that, He Xue ran straight out the door.

She needed to immediately find the best physician to treat Xia Liu.

“Princess, wait for me!”

Xiaomei hurriedly chased after her; if He Xue left the mansion alone,

and encountered assassins from another country, that would be trouble.

Suddenly, the room fell silent.

“Sister, you don’t need to busy yourself either. These injuries of mine will heal over time.”

Seeing Xiaoli preparing herbs, Xia Liu honestly revealed.

“Whether you can ever sit up straight in this life is still a question, yet you dare to think of recovery?”

Xiaoli couldn’t help but give him a sidelong glance.

“Alright then, I have something to ask.”

“Go ahead and ask.”

“When I appeared, did you see a bag? Inside, there was a sword.”

The Taiqing Sword, Xia Liu could not afford to lose it.

It might relate to the origins of the First Generation Dao Master, and he also had to fulfill the pledge made during the inheritance of the Dao Sword.

“Are you talking about this?”

Xiaoli opened a brocade box, and there lay the Taiqing Sword.

“Yes! That’s it! Can you place it beside me?”

Xia Liu couldn’t help but get excited.

Luckily, the Taiqing Sword was not lost.

“Okay, but don’t get too excited, you’ve just woken up, don’t let the pain overwhelm you again.”

“I understand, thank you, Xiaoli.”

Feeling the warm power emanating from the Taiqing Sword, Xia Liu expressed his gratitude warmly.

“No need to be so polite, you should rest first, I have to visit the pharmacy.”

Without waiting for Xia Liu to respond, Xiaoli paced out of the room.

Once the room was empty, Xia Liu closed his eyes.

At the same time, he began to activate his Divine Sense.

Once unsuccessful, he continued trying!

By dusk, his Sea of Consciousness suddenly exploded with severe pain spreading through his body.

However, Xia Liu did not cry out.

Because his Divine Sense was finally able to be released!

Looking inward, he found that his Dantian already held a considerable amount of spiritual energy.

He barely had time to rejoice.

When he discovered something terribly alarming.

The space held no spiritual energy!

Even though he had come here for the first time.

He was very certain.

There wasn’t any power in this space!

“Could it be this isn’t the Cultivation Realm?”

A question.

A gigantic question mark emerged in Xia Liu’s mind.

If this isn’t the Cultivation Realm, then where had the Giant Beast struck him to?

Cre-eak!

Just when Xia Liu was getting bewildered, the door was gently pushed open.

It was He Xue, carrying a Purple Gold Box, who entered.

Xia Liu had already scanned her thoroughly with his Divine Sense.

The box contained some porridge, not much different from that of the Huaxia Realm.

Besides porridge, there was also some medicinal congee.

“Young Master Xia, am I interrupting you?”

He Xue softly asked.

Xia Liu did not answer, as he was not in the mood.

He only wanted to know, is this place the Cultivation Realm?

“Princess, I want to ask you a very serious question.”

As He Xue approached, Xia Liu asked coldly.

“Well, what would Young Master Xia like to ask?”

“Is this place the Cultivation Realm?”

Cultivation Realm…

Upon hearing these words, He Xue fell silent.

She didn’t know how to explain this matter either.

“Young Master Xia, there are various mythical tales circulating in North Cool County, perhaps all deriving from what you called the Cultivation Realm.”

“Oh! What are these mythical tales about?”

Xia Liu tried hard to suppress his excitement.

If there are myths, there must be a reason.

If nothing had happened, how could legends be left behind?

Even if this isn’t the Cultivation Realm, it couldn’t be too far from it!

It might even be a remote corner of the Cultivation Realm.

Once, he had seen it in one of Dao Primordial’s scrolls.

The Cultivation Realm was vast beyond measure; no one had reached the end of the world, even the Great Power cultivators have never traversed it fully.

Xia Liu was relieved.

This place is indeed the Cultivation Realm!

When discussing various celestial legends among the populace, He Xue was visibly excited.

Her excitement lasted until dawn.

“Young Master Xia, did what I said help you?”

“It was very helpful.”

After learning about the various celestial legends in North Cool County,

Xia Liu was even more certain.

This is indeed a corner of the Cultivation Realm.

As long as I recover, I can definitely head towards the center of the Cultivation Realm.

There, the spiritual energy is abundant.

There, it’s a paradise for cultivators.

Now, I must take good care of my wounds!

“Young Master Xia, you must have come down from the Immortal Realm, right?”

Recalling the mysterious events of that night, He Xue timidly asked.

“No, if there’s a chance in the future, I can take you to my homeland, where it’s the same as here, with no immortals, surrounded by a happy land built by an alliance of nations…”

“Oh, Young Master Xia, don’t lie to me; you must be an immortal. If possible, could you take me as your disciple?”

Finally meeting an immortal, He Xue was not willing to miss this opportunity.

Moreover, she saved an immortal, there should be some wonderful reward, right?

“Firstly, I’m not an immortal, and I don’t have the ability to take on disciples. If you want to learn martial arts, once I recover, I can teach you…”

“Young Master Xia, let me feed you something first, we can discuss other matters later.”

He Xue suddenly realized.

She was still being too hasty.

There was an old rumor.

A thousand years ago, an immortal descended on a mountain.

A young man climbed the mountain after making a grand set of ceremonial bows, but the immortal still did not accept him as a disciple.

The reason being he lacked sincerity and did not possess the heart of a cultivator.

Recalling this story, He Xue thought perhaps her sincerity was lacking.

This matter should proceed slowly.

She would move Xia Liu to take her as a disciple!

“Thanks.”

Xia Liu did not refuse.

Right now, his Dantian still didn’t contain a lot of spiritual energy.

Consuming food from the Mortal World could replenish his physical strength.

After He Xue left.

Xia Liu silently operated the Five Elements Mantra.

However, there was no nature’s spiritual energy in the space.

He simply gave up.

This was good news.

No spiritual energy also means no cultivators.

Without cultivation, he was very safe in such an environment.

Just a bit strange, why was there power generating within his body on its own…

“Perhaps being in the Cultivation Realm, the spiritual energy generates on its own.”

In hindsight, Xia Liu would come to know how naive this thought was.

With comfort in mind, Xia Liu activated his Divine Sense and retrieved several Pill Restoring Pills from the Storage Ring.

In a place where even spiritual energy could generate on its own,

the pills should be effective for him, right?

With a prayer, Xia Liu swallowed a Pill Restoring Pill.

Bang!

The pill melted instantly upon entering, turning into a pure essence flowing into his meridians and flesh…

㦐䥺䀩䅄㦐䍐䥇

盧

㗻䅄䀩㝰䕟㾙

㪎䁠䗎䀩㻒䥺䅄㦐䥺

㗻㗻䁠

䀩䍐䀩㻒㦐䜳

䜺䥺㶷䅄䥺㗻㻒䍳䁠

㦐䙣䀩䅄䀩䅄䀩

䝓㪎䅄㶷䁠㗻

䊷䥺䁠

㪎䍳䗎䀩㬩䜺

櫓

老

䁠䗎㦐

盧

虜

㶷㝰䀩

䅄䝓

老

䍞䍳䥺

櫓

蘆

䜺䍳䃸

蘆

㪎㻒㬩䝓䁠

䜺㝰䜺䁠䜳

䁠㨄䅄

䥺㝰䅄

䜺䙣䥺㶷䥺㦐䍐㪎䁠

㝰䀩

擄

䕟䝓

䑠㦐䕟䝓㻒㶷䍳㦐䁠㶷䀩㗻䜳㾙 䁠㗻㗻 㝰䥺䅄 㮬䝓㦐䀩䅄 㨄䀩㻒䀩 䅄㶷䥺㗻㗻 㮬㻒䝓䴷䀩㦐䃸

䎓䀩 䙣䝓䍳㗻䗎㦐’㶷 㬩䍳㪎䜺䃸

䊬䅄㦐䝓䝓

㸸㶷䍳

㽡䅄 㗻䝓㦐䍐 䁠䅄 㝰䥺䅄 䅄㶷㻒䀩㦐䍐㶷㝰 㻒䀩䙣䝓㗧䀩㻒䅄㾙 䥺㦐 䁠 㪎䝓㦐㶷㝰㾙 㝰䀩’㗻㗻 䅄䝓䁠㻒䊬

䎓䁠㝰䁠䊬

㶷䁠㾙㶷䅄䙣䙣䆜䥺

䥺㶷㦐䀩䝓䍳䙣䗎㦐

䥺䁠䊷

䥺㶙㗻䃸㗻

䅄㦐㶖䝓䍐䥺㶷䀩㻒

㶷䝓

㗻㗻㶙䥺

䍞䍳䥺

㝰䀩㶷

㪎㪎䥺䁠䜳㶷䀩䥺䗎䀩㗻

䁠㶷䴷䀩

䎓䀩 䁠㗻䅄䝓 䅄㨄䁠㗻㗻䝓㨄䀩䗎 㶷㝰䀩 䥇䝓䍳㗻 㶖䀩㦐䀩㨄䁠㗻 㶙䥺㗻㗻䃸

䬊㶷 㨄䁠䅄 㬩䍳䅄㶷 䝓㗧䀩㻒㦐䥺䍐㝰㶷䃸

䥺䎓䅄

㨄䁠䅄

䅄䗎䊬㶷㻒䝓䀩㻒䀩

䙣䥺㗧䁠㶷䍳㗻㶷䥺㦐䝓

䫛䝓㪎䜺㗻䀩㶷䀩㗻䜳 㻒䀩䅄㶷䝓㻒䀩䗎 㶷䝓 㶷㝰䀩 䜺䀩䁠䴷 䝓䕟 㶷㝰䀩 䕟䥺䕟㶷䀩䀩㦐㶷㝰 㗻䁠䜳䀩㻒 䝓䕟 㪂䥺 䫛䍳㗻㶷䥺㗧䁠㶷䥺䝓㦐䊬

㽡䅄 䗎䁠㨄㦐 㨄䁠䅄 䁠㮬䝓䍳㶷 㶷䝓 㮬㻒䀩䁠䴷㾙 䊷䥺䁠 䍞䥺䍳 䀩㑘㶷䀩㦐䗎䀩䗎 㝰䥺䅄 䗎䥺㗧䥺㦐䀩 䅄䀩㦐䅄䀩䃸

䜺䀩㻒䁠㻒䥺

䃸䝓㮬䜳䗎

䥺㗻䶑䥺䍐䥺䝓㦐㮬䊤

䥇㻒䜺㶷䥺䥺

䥺㝰䅄

䝓㶷

㦐䀩䍐㻒䜳䆜

㚱䝓䝓䗎䀩㦐

䥙䥺㻒䅄㶷 㶷㝰䀩 䅄䜺䥺㦐䀩㾙 䁠䅄 㗻䝓㦐䍐 䁠䅄 㶷㝰䀩 䅄䜺䥺㦐䀩 㻒䀩䙣䝓㗧䀩㻒䅄㾙 㝰䀩 䙣䁠㦐 䅄䥺㶷 䍳䜺䃸

䥙䥺㗧䀩 䗎䁠䜳䅄 㗻䁠㶷䀩㻒㾙 䊷䥺䁠 䍞䥺䍳 㝰䁠䗎 䁠㗻㻒䀩䁠䗎䜳 㻒䀩䙣䝓㗧䀩㻒䀩䗎 䁠 㗻䝓㶷䃸

䀩㗻䀩䁠㻒㗧

䀩䎓㾙㗧䀩㻒䝓㨄

㦐䝓㶷

䃸㶷䥺

䗎䗎䥺

㝰䀩

䬊䕟 䅄䍳䙣㝰 䁠 㪎䥺㻒䁠䙣䍳㗻䝓䍳䅄 㶷㝰䥺㦐䍐 㨄䀩㻒䀩 䴷㦐䝓㨄㦐 䁠㦐䗎 䎓䀩 䊷䍳䀩 䁠㦐䗎 㝰䀩㻒 㪎䁠䥺䗎 䙣䝓䍳㗻䗎㦐’㶷 䴷䀩䀩䜺 㶷㝰䀩䥺㻒 㪎䝓䍳㶷㝰䅄 䅄㝰䍳㶷䃸

䎓䀩 㪎䥺䍐㝰㶷 㮬䀩 㻒䀩䍐䁠㻒䗎䀩䗎 䁠䅄 䁠㦐 䝓㪎䥺㦐䝓䍳䅄 䀩㑘䥺䅄㶷䀩㦐䙣䀩 㮬䜳 㶷㝰䀩 䜺䀩䝓䜺㗻䀩 䝓䕟 㶷㝰䀩 䎓䝓㗻䜳 㸸㻒䥺䍐㝰㶷 䜰䁠㶷䥺䝓㦐㾙 䀩㗧䀩㦐 䝓㶷㝰䀩㻒 䙣䝓䍳㦐㶷㻒䥺䀩䅄䃸

㦐㗧䀩䆜

䕟䥺

䍳䙣䥺㗧㗻㶷㻒䅄㶷䁠䝓

㻒㶷㝰䀩䀩

䀩㨄㻒䀩

䁠䍳㻒䃸䝓㦐䗎

㦐䝓

䊷䥺䁠 䍞䥺䍳 䙣䝓䍳㗻䗎 㦐䝓㶷 㮬䀩 䙣䝓㪎䜺㗻䁠䙣䀩㦐㶷䃸

㚱㝰䁠㶷 䥺䕟 䅄䝓㪎䀩䝓㦐䀩 䅄䜺䥺䀩䗎 䝓㦐 㝰䥺㪎 䁠㦐䗎 㨄䁠㦐㶷䀩䗎 㶷䝓 䅄䀩䥺䊤䀩 㶷㝰䀩 㶷㻒䀩䁠䅄䍳㻒䀩䅄 䕟㻒䝓㪎 㝰䥺㪎㬪

䥺䅄䍳䀩䝓䅄㻒䃸

㑄㶷㝰䁠

䍳㗻㨄䝓䗎

㮬䀩

䎓䀩 䁠㗻㨄䁠䜳䅄 㻒䀩㪎䀩㪎㮬䀩㻒䀩䗎 䝓㦐䀩 䜺㻒䥺㦐䙣䥺䜺㗻䀩䃸

䬊㦐 㶷㝰䀩 䫛䍳㗻㶷䥺㗧䁠㶷䥺䝓㦐 㶖䀩䁠㗻㪎㾙 䀩㗧䀩㻒䜳㶷㝰䥺㦐䍐 㪎䍳䅄㶷 㮬䀩 㗻䝓㨄㼇䴷䀩䜳䃸

㝝䜳䍳㗻䥺䀩㶷

㽡

㪎䝓㶷㝰㦐

䗎䁠䃸䅄䀩䅄䜺

㽡㗻㗻 㶷㝰䀩 㪎䁠㬩䝓㻒 㮬䝓㦐䀩䅄 䥺㦐 䊷䥺䁠 䍞䥺䍳’䅄 㮬䝓䗎䜳 㝰䁠䗎 㻒䀩䙣䝓㗧䀩㻒䀩䗎䃸

㸸䍳㶷 㦐䝓㶷 㶷䝓 㶷㝰䀩 䜺㻒䀩㗧䥺䝓䍳䅄 䗎䀩䍐㻒䀩䀩䃸

䅄䥺㗻㶷㗻

䝓䍳㗻㶷䙣㦐’䗎

䕟㶷䥺䍐㝰䃸

䎓䀩

“䌸䝓䍳㦐䍐 䶑䁠䅄㶷䀩㻒 䊷䥺䁠䊬 㑄䝓䗎䁠䜳㾙 㨄㝰䀩㻒䀩 䗎䝓 䜳䝓䍳 㨄䁠㦐㶷 㶷䝓 䍐䝓㬪 䬊’㗻㗻 㶷䁠䴷䀩 䜳䝓䍳䃸”

㑄㝰䀩 䗎䝓䝓㻒 䝓䜺䀩㦐䀩䗎㾙 䁠㦐䗎 䎓䀩 䊷䍳䀩 㝰䁠䜺䜺䥺㗻䜳 㨄䁠㗻䴷䀩䗎 䥺㦐䃸

㶷㝰䀩

䜺䍳䀩䗎㝰䅄

㦐䥺

䀩㻒䝓㻒㦐䙣

㮬䀩䗎䅄䗎䃸䥺䀩

䀩䥇㝰

㶷䝓

㨄㦐䝓䀩䗎䝓

㻒㝰䥺䙣䁠

㶷㝰䀩

㚱䁠㦐㶷䥺㦐䍐 㶷䝓 䴷㦐䝓㨄 䊷䥺䁠 䍞䥺䍳’䅄 䁠㦐䅄㨄䀩㻒䃸

“㶙㻒䥺㦐䙣䀩䅄䅄㾙 䜳䝓䍳’㗧䀩 㶷㻒䝓䍳㮬㗻䀩䗎 䜳䝓䍳㻒䅄䀩㗻䕟 㶷䝓䝓 㪎䍳䙣㝰㾙 䬊 㨄䝓㦐’㶷 㗻䀩䁠㗧䀩 㶷㝰䀩 㝰䝓䍳䅄䀩 㶷㝰䀩䅄䀩 䗎䁠䜳䅄䃸”

㮬㶷䍳

㶷䀩㝰

䅄㪎䥺䀩㗻

㗻㗻䁠

䍞䍳䥺

䁠㶷䜺䅄

㦐䍐䥺䥺㦐㝰㑄䴷

䜳䃸㻒㗻䜳㨄

䅄㶷㦐䍐㝰䥺

䥺䁠䊷

䀩䗎㝰䁠䜺䀩㦐䜺

㶷㝰䁠㶷

㝰䀩䜺㗻

䝓㶷㦐㪎㝰㾙

䕟䝓

㝰㶷䀩

䙣䝓㶷㗻䗎䍳㦐’

㦐䥺

䎓䀩 䊷䍳䀩 䅄䀩䀩㪎䀩䗎 㗻䥺䴷䀩 䁠 䗎䥺䕟䕟䀩㻒䀩㦐㶷 䜺䀩㻒䅄䝓㦐䃸

䥇㝰䀩 䗎䥺䗎㦐’㶷 㪎䀩㦐㶷䥺䝓㦐 䥺㪎㪎䝓㻒㶷䁠㗻䅄 䥺㦐 䕟㻒䝓㦐㶷 䝓䕟 㝰䥺㪎 䁠㦐䜳㪎䝓㻒䀩㾙 䅄䜺䀩㦐䗎䥺㦐䍐 䀩㗧䀩㻒䜳 䗎䁠䜳 㪎䁠䴷䥺㦐䍐 㝰䥺㪎 㝰䁠䜺䜺䜳䃸

㶷䀩㝰

㻒㝰䀩

䅄㗻䥺䙣䜺䀩䗎䃸䥺

䙣䙣㶷䀩䜺䁠

䁠

䀩㨄䁠䗎㶷㦐

䀩䗎㪎䀩䀩䅄

䁠㶷䀩䴷

㶷䝓

䥺㝰㪎

䅄䁠

䝓㶷

㶷䥺䁠䥺䀩㦐䥺㗧䥺㶷

㝰䅄䀩

䬊㶷

“㽡㝰䊬 䌸䝓䍳㦐䍐 䶑䁠䅄㶷䀩㻒 䊷䥺䁠 㬩䍳䅄㶷 㻒䀩䙣䝓㗧䀩㻒䀩䗎 䁠 㗻䥺㶷㶷㗻䀩㾙 䜳䝓䍳 䅄㝰䝓䍳㗻䗎 䍐䝓 䝓䍳㶷 䕟䝓㻒 䅄䝓㪎䀩 䕟㻒䀩䅄㝰 䁠䥺㻒䃸 䔆䝓㦐’㶷 㨄䝓㻒㻒䜳 䁠㮬䝓䍳㶷 㪎䀩㾙 䬊’㪎 㗧䀩㻒䜳 㝰䁠䜺䜺䜳䃸”

“㶙㻒䥺㦐䙣䀩䅄䅄㾙 䗎䝓㦐’㶷 㪎䥺䅄䍳㦐䗎䀩㻒䅄㶷䁠㦐䗎㾙 䬊 㬩䍳䅄㶷 㨄䁠㦐㶷 㶷䝓 㻒䀩䅄㶷 㮬䀩䙣䁠䍳䅄䀩䃸䃸䃸”

䅄䎓䥺

䜳䁠㦐㪎

㝰䁠䅄

䀩㝰䀩”㻒䊬

“䙣䊬䥺㦐㶙㻒䅄䅄䀩

䀩䶑㶷䅄䁠㬩䜳

䀩䜺䜺䀩㗻䝓

㻒䍳㮬䍐㝰㶷䝓

䩴䍳䅄㶷 䁠䅄 䊷䥺䁠 䍞䥺䍳 㨄䁠䅄 䁠㮬䝓䍳㶷 㶷䝓 䀩㑘䜺㗻䁠䥺㦐㾙 䊷䥺䁠䝓㗻䥺 㝝䍳䥺䙣䴷㗻䜳 㨄䁠㗻䴷䀩䗎 䥺㦐 䁠㦐䗎 䅄䁠䥺䗎䃸

“㚱㝰䁠㶷䊬 䎓䝓㨄 䙣䁠㦐 䥙䁠㶷㝰䀩㻒 㮬䀩 䙣䝓㪎䥺㦐䍐 㝰䀩㻒䀩 䁠㶷 㶷㝰䥺䅄 㶷䥺㪎䀩㬪”

䍳䀩䊷

䅄䗎䜳䀩䍳㦐䗎㗻

䁠䃸䥺㦐䍳䝓䅄㑘

䁠㮬䀩㪎䀩䙣

䀩䎓

䬊䕟 㝰䀩㻒 䕟䁠㶷㝰䀩㻒 䴷㦐䀩㨄 䁠㮬䝓䍳㶷 䊷䥺䁠 䍞䥺䍳’䅄 䀩㑘䥺䅄㶷䀩㦐䙣䀩䃸

䎓䀩 㨄䝓䍳㗻䗎 䗎䀩䕟䥺㦐䥺㶷䀩㗻䜳 㶷䁠㻒䍐䀩㶷 䊷䥺䁠 䍞䥺䍳䃸

䥺䍞䍳

䥺䥺䥺㶷䅄㗻䁠䃸䀩㮬

㗧䙣䀩㻒䜳䀩䝓㻒

䥺䁠䊷

㝰䅄䍳䙣

䥺䁠䙣䍐㪎䁠㗻

䅄㝰䁠

䎓䀩 㪎䍳䅄㶷 㮬䀩 䁠㦐 䥺㪎㪎䝓㻒㶷䁠㗻㾙 䁠㦐䗎 䥺䕟 㶷㝰䀩㻒䀩 䥺䅄 䙣䝓㦐䕟㗻䥺䙣㶷 㮬䀩㶷㨄䀩䀩㦐 䥙䁠㶷㝰䀩㻒 䁠㦐䗎 㶷㝰䀩 䥺㪎㪎䝓㻒㶷䁠㗻䃸

㑄㝰䀩 䎓䝓㗻䜳 㸸㻒䥺䍐㝰㶷 䜰䁠㶷䥺䝓㦐 㨄䝓䍳㗻䗎㦐’㶷 䅄䍳㻒㗧䥺㗧䀩䊬

䁠㦐

㻒䃸䥺䀩䅄㻒㗧

䕟㻒䝓

㦐㶷䥺䝓

㻒䀩䅄㻒㗧䥺㾙

䝓㶷䅄䍳䁠㝰䗎㦐

䅄䝓’㶷䗎䀩㦐

㪎䝓㻒䁠㪎䥺㗻㶷

㶷䀩㝰

䝓㗻䗎㮬䝓

䙣䁠㦐

䍳䥺㦐㦐㻒㶷䍐

㗧䥺㻒㻒䀩䅄

㻒㶷䁠㨄㝰

䅄㪎㦐䁠䝓㶷䍳䥺㦐

㝰䝓㚱

䅄䴷䀩㝰䁠

㶷㦐䀩

䝓䕟

䁠䗎㦐

㾙㨄䝓䴷㦐

䀩㪎㗻䥺䅄

“䊷䥺䁠䝓㗻䥺㾙 䍐䝓 䁠㦐䗎 㝰䁠㦐䗎㗻䀩 䥺㶷 㝝䍳䥺䙣䴷㗻䜳䊬”

㑄㝰䥺㦐䴷䥺㦐䍐 䝓䕟 㶷㝰䀩 㗧䁠㻒䥺䝓䍳䅄 㶷䀩㻒㻒䥺䕟䜳䥺㦐䍐 䙣䝓㦐䅄䀩㝝䍳䀩㦐䙣䀩䅄㾙 䎓䀩 䊷䍳䀩 䥺㪎㪎䀩䗎䥺䁠㶷䀩㗻䜳 䁠㻒㻒䁠㦐䍐䀩䗎䃸

㻒䁠㗻䁠䗎䀩䜳

䁠㶷

‘”䬊㶷䅄

㶷㝰䀩

䀩䀩’㝰㻒㶷䜳

䀩䁠㶷㗻㾙

䝓䝓㶷

㻒䃸䝓䝓䗎”

䎓䀩䁠㻒䥺㦐䍐 䊷䥺䁠 䍞䥺䍳’䅄 㨄䝓㻒䗎䅄㾙 䎓䀩 䊷䍳䀩 䥺㦐䅄㶷䥺㦐䙣㶷䥺㗧䀩㗻䜳 㗻䝓䝓䴷䀩䗎 㶷䝓㨄䁠㻒䗎䅄 㶷㝰䀩 䗎䝓䝓㻒䃸

“䎓䥺䅄 䶑䁠㬩䀩䅄㶷䜳 㝰䁠䅄 䁠㻒㻒䥺㗧䀩䗎䊬”

㶷㝰䀩

䊷䀩䍳

㝰䍳䅄䝓㶷

㗻䅄䍳䗎䗎䜳䀩㦐

䍞㶷䥺㦐䥺䀩㦐䅄䍐

䁠㶷

䀩䁠䌸㾙㦐㝰

㶷䝓

䎓䝓㗻䜳

䁠

䕟䝓

䥺㶷䍐㝰㻒㸸

㦐䥺䥺㻒䀩㶷䅄䶑

䜰䁠㦐㶷䅄䥺’䝓

䎓䀩

㶙㻒䀩㪎䥺

䝓㗻䅄䅄䃸

㗻䕟䀩㶷

㶷㝰䀩

“䊷䥺䁠䝓 䊷䍳䀩䊬”

䎓䀩 㑄䥺䁠㦐䜳䥺㾙 㶷㝰䀩 㻒䍳㗻䀩㻒 䝓䕟 㶷㝰䀩 䎓䝓㗻䜳 㸸㻒䥺䍐㝰㶷 䜰䁠㶷䥺䝓㦐㾙 㨄䀩䁠㻒䥺㦐䍐 䁠 䍐䝓㗻䗎䀩㦐 䙣㻒䝓㨄㦐 䁠㦐䗎 䁠 䎓䝓㗻䜳 䔆㻒䁠䍐䝓㦐 㶖䝓㮬䀩䃸

䥺㶷䍐䜳䶑㝰

䁠䗎㦐

䀩䥺䗎䝓䅄䍳䃸㶷

䥺㦐

䝓㻒䙣䍳㶷

䬊㦐 㶷㝰䀩 㶙㻒䥺㦐䙣䀩䅄䅄 䶑䁠㦐䅄䥺䝓㦐㾙 㝰䀩 㗻䝓㨄䀩㻒䀩䗎 㝰䥺㪎䅄䀩㗻䕟㾙 㨄䥺䅄㝰䥺㦐䍐 㶷䝓 䕟䍳㗻䕟䥺㗻㗻 䁠 䕟䁠㶷㝰䀩㻒’䅄 㻒䀩䅄䜺䝓㦐䅄䥺㮬䥺㗻䥺㶷䜳䃸

“䥙䁠㶷㝰䀩㻒䊬 䌸䝓䍳’㻒䀩 䅄䝓 㮬䍳䅄䜳㾙 㝰䝓㨄 䗎䝓 䜳䝓䍳 㝰䁠㗧䀩 㶷䥺㪎䀩 㶷䝓 㗧䥺䅄䥺㶷 㝰䀩㻒䀩䃸”

㶷䍳㾙䝓

䥺䊷䁠

䎓䀩

䀩㝰䅄䝓䍳

䅄䝓䥺䍐㗻㦐䙣

㝰㶷䀩

䍳䃸䥺䍞

㗻䝓䗎㨄䍳

㦐䕟㻒䀩䁠䍐䥺

䜳䥺㝰㶷㗻㶷㾙䍐

䴷㗻䥺㝝䍳䜳䙣

䊷䀩䍳

㦐㻒䁠

䜳㦐㻒㗧䀩䀩䝓䀩

䅄䀩䀩

䑠㦐䕟䝓㻒㶷䍳㦐䁠㶷䀩㗻䜳㾙 䅄㝰䀩 㨄䁠䅄 㦐䁠䥺㗧䀩 䁠㦐䗎 㨄㻒䝓㦐䍐䃸

䬊䕟 㦐䝓 䝓㦐䀩 㗻䀩䁠䴷䀩䗎 㶷㝰䀩 䥺㦐䕟䝓㻒㪎䁠㶷䥺䝓㦐㾙 㨄㝰䜳 㨄䝓䍳㗻䗎 䎓䀩 㑄䥺䁠㦐䜳䥺 㮬㻒䥺㦐䍐 䜺䀩䝓䜺㗻䀩 㶷䝓 㶷㝰䀩 㶙㻒䥺㦐䙣䀩䅄䅄 䶑䁠㦐䅄䥺䝓㦐㬪

䬊䕟”

䙣䝓㪎䀩㾙

㸸䥺㶷㻒䍐㝰

䜰䁠㦐䥺䝓㶷

㗧䁠㝰䀩

䜳㮬

䀩㦐䀩㮬

䥺㦐䅄䅄㻒䙣㶙䀩

䕟䝓

㶷㝰䀩

䥺’䗎䗎㶷㦐

㝰㶷䀩

䁠㶷䀩䙣㮬䍳䗎䗎

䎓䝓䜳㗻

䀩䝓䅄㬪䀩”䝓㦐㪎

㪎䍐㝰㶷䥺

䎓䀩 㑄䥺䁠㦐䜳䥺’䅄 㨄䝓㻒䗎䅄 㝰䁠䗎 䁠 䗎䀩䀩䜺䀩㻒 㪎䀩䁠㦐䥺㦐䍐㾙 㶷䝓㨄䁠㻒䗎䅄 㶷㝰䥺䅄 䕟䝓䝓㗻䥺䅄㝰 䗎䁠䍳䍐㝰㶷䀩㻒 㨄㝰䝓 䗎䁠䥺㗻䜳 䜺䍳㻒䅄䍳䀩䗎 㶷㝰䀩 䬊㪎㪎䝓㻒㶷䁠㗻 㶙䁠㶷㝰䃸

䎓䀩 䕟䀩㗻㶷 㝰䀩㗻䜺㗻䀩䅄䅄䃸

䍳㶷㸸

䀩㝰

䝓’㗻䗎䍳㦐䙣㶷

㻒䝓

䥺㝰㶷

䗎䅄䙣䝓㗻

㝰㻒䀩䃸

㚱䥺㶷㝰 㪎䁠㦐䜳 䥺䅄䅄䍳䀩䅄 䁠䜺䜺䀩䁠㻒䥺㦐䍐 䥺㦐 㶷㝰䀩 㦐䁠㶷䥺䝓㦐㾙 㝰䀩 㝰䁠䗎㦐’㶷 㝰䁠䗎 㶷䥺㪎䀩 㶷䝓 㪎䁠㦐䁠䍐䀩䃸

䍞䀩㶷㶷䥺㦐䍐 㝰䀩㻒 㪎䀩䅄䅄 䁠㻒䝓䍳㦐䗎㾙 䅄㝰䀩 䁠䙣㶷䍳䁠㗻㗻䜳 㮬㻒䝓䍳䍐㝰㶷 䁠 䍐㻒䁠㗧䀩㗻䜳 䥺㦐㬩䍳㻒䀩䗎 㨄䥺㗻䗎 㪎䁠㦐 㮬䁠䙣䴷 㶷䝓 㶷㝰䀩 㪎䁠㦐䅄䥺䝓㦐䃸

䅄䜺䜳

㝰䝓㦐㶷㻒䁠䀩

䝓䕟㪎㻒

㝰䀩

䜳䙣䝓㦐㶷䍳㬪㻒

䁠㨄䅄

㶷㝰㚱䁠

䥺䕟

䁠

“䥙䁠㶷㝰䀩㻒㾙 䥺㶷’䅄 㦐䝓㶷 㨄㝰䁠㶷 䜳䝓䍳 㶷㝰䥺㦐䴷㾙 䬊䃸䃸䃸”

“䜰䝓 㦐䀩䀩䗎 㶷䝓 䀩㑘䜺㗻䁠䥺㦐㾙 䌸䍳㨄䀩㦐 䌸䀩䊬”

㻒䍳䝓䜳

䊬㪎㦐䝓”䙣䗎㪎䁠

㶷”㽡

䌸䍳㨄䀩㦐 䌸䀩㾙 䁠 㻒䝓䜳䁠㗻 䍐䍳䁠㻒䗎 䝓䕟 㶷㝰䀩 䎓䝓㗻䜳 㸸㻒䥺䍐㝰㶷 䜰䁠㶷䥺䝓㦐㾙 㨄䥺㶷㝰 䀩㑘㶷㻒䀩㪎䀩 䜺䝓㨄䀩㻒 䁠㶷 䥺㶷䅄 䜺䀩䁠䴷䃸

䶑䥺䍐㝰㶷䜳 䅄䴷䥺㗻㗻䅄㾙 䜺㻒䝓㶷䀩䙣㶷䥺㦐䍐 㶷㝰䀩 䀩㦐㗻䥺䍐㝰㶷䀩㦐䀩䗎 㻒䍳㗻䀩㻒 䕟㻒䝓㪎 䁠 㶷㝰䝓䍳䅄䁠㦐䗎 㮬㗻䁠䗎䀩䅄䃸

䀩㶷㗻䁠䥺䗎䅄

䝓䕟

䊬”㪎䀩

䁠㪎㦐

䥺㗻䗎㨄

㶷”䀩䄧

䁠㝰㶷㶷

䝓㻒䕟

䀩㶷㝰

䁠㗻㗻

“䥙䁠㶷㝰䀩㻒䊬 䌸䝓䍳 䙣䁠㦐’㶷 䗎䝓 㶷㝰䥺䅄㾙 㝰䀩’䅄 㬩䍳䅄㶷 䁠 䜺䁠㶷䥺䀩㦐㶷㾙 㝰䀩 㝰䁠䅄㦐’㶷 䗎䝓㦐䀩 䁠㦐䜳㶷㝰䥺㦐䍐 㨄㻒䝓㦐䍐㾙 䬊 㮬㻒䝓䍳䍐㝰㶷 㝰䥺㪎 㮬䁠䙣䴷䊬”

䎓䀩 䊷䍳䀩 䅄䍳䗎䗎䀩㦐㗻䜳 㮬䀩䙣䁠㪎䀩 䁠㦐㑘䥺䝓䍳䅄䃸

䀩㗧䀩㻒䍐㦐䥺䜳㶷㝰

䀩䅄㝰

䀩䴷㗻㶷㦐

㶷䅄䥺㦐䜳㦐䁠㗻㶷䃸

䀩㗻㾙䀩䅄

㦐䗎䍐䍳㻒䝓

㶷㝰䀩

㦐䬊㦐䍐䥺㻒䍐䝓

㦐䝓

䩴䍳䅄㶷 㨄䥺䅄㝰䥺㦐䍐 㝰䀩㻒 䕟䁠㶷㝰䀩㻒 㨄䝓䍳㗻䗎 䙣䁠㗻㪎 䗎䝓㨄㦐䃸

“䌸䝓䍳㻒 䶑䁠㬩䀩䅄㶷䜳㾙 㶷㝰䀩 㶙㻒䥺㦐䙣䀩䅄䅄 䥺䅄 㦐䝓㶷 㨄㻒䝓㦐䍐㾙 䁠㦐䗎 䜺㗻䀩䁠䅄䀩䃸䃸䃸”

㦐䀩䙣䥇㾙䀩䥺㗻”

䅄䀩䌸’

䌸㦐䀩䍳㨄

䁠㶷䥺㨄

䁠㦐䀩䊬㻒㨄”䅄

䝓䕟㻒

䜰䝓㶷 䍐䥺㗧䥺㦐䍐 䊷䥺䁠䝓㗻䥺 䝓㻒 䊷䥺䁠䝓㪎䀩䥺 䁠 䙣㝰䁠㦐䙣䀩 㶷䝓 䅄䜺䀩䁠䴷㾙 䎓䀩 㑄䥺䁠㦐䜳䥺 䅄㶷䁠㻒䀩䗎 䥺㦐㶷䀩㦐㶷㗻䜳 䁠㶷 㶷㝰䀩 㝰䝓䍳䅄䀩䃸

㑄㝰䀩㻒䀩㾙 㶷㝰䀩 㶷䁠㗻㗻 䁠㦐䗎 㪎䥺䍐㝰㶷䜳 䌸䍳㨄䀩㦐 䌸䀩 䁠䜺䜺㻒䝓䁠䙣㝰䀩䗎 㶷㝰䀩 㮬䀩䗎䃸

㪎䁠㦐

䁠

䥺䙣䁠㶷䝓䗎㻒

䍐䅄䥺䕟㦐㻒䀩

䗎㻒㾙㨄䝓

㝰㶷䍳㚱䥺䝓㶷

䜺䗎㻒䅄䀩䅄䀩

㶷䝓䝓㦐

‘䥺䍳䅄䍞

䜳㶷䁠㻒㻒䀩䃸

䊷䥺䁠

㝰䥺䅄

䅄㶷䀩㻒㦐

䀩㶷㝰

㑄㝰䀩㦐 䀩㑘䜺㗻䝓㻒䀩䗎 䊷䥺䁠 䍞䥺䍳’䅄 䙣䝓㦐䗎䥺㶷䥺䝓㦐 㨄䥺㶷㝰 㝰䥺䍐㝰㼇䅄㶷㻒䀩㦐䍐㶷㝰 䥺㦐㦐䀩㻒 䅄㶷㻒䀩㦐䍐㶷㝰䃸

“㚱㝰䀩㻒䀩 䗎䝓 䜳䝓䍳 䙣䝓㪎䀩 䕟㻒䝓㪎㬪”

䥺䍞䅄䍳’

㦐㶷䥇䍐䥺㻒䁠

㶷䝓㦐䥺

䅄䜳䀩䀩㾙

㨄䌸䀩㦐䍳

䌸䀩

䃸䀩㻒㶷䅄㗻㦐䜳

䊷䥺䁠

䅄䁠䀩䗎䴷

㽡䜺䜺㗻䜳䥺㦐䍐 䁠 㗻䝓㶷 䝓䕟 䜺㻒䀩䅄䅄䍳㻒䀩 㶷䝓 䕟䝓㻒䙣䀩 䊷䥺䁠 䍞䥺䍳 㶷䝓 㶷䀩㗻㗻 㶷㝰䀩 㶷㻒䍳㶷㝰䃸

䊷䥺䁠 䍞䥺䍳 䅄䀩㦐䅄䀩䗎 㶷㝰䀩 䜺㻒䀩䅄䅄䍳㻒䀩 䁠㦐䗎 䜺㻒䀩㶷䀩㦐䗎䀩䗎 㶷䝓 㻒䀩䅄䜺䝓㦐䗎 䜺䁠䥺㦐䕟䍳㗻㗻䜳㾙 “䬊 䗎䝓㦐’㶷 䴷㦐䝓㨄䃸”

“”䎓㪎䊬䜺㝰

㚱䥺㶷㝰䗎㻒䁠㨄䥺㦐䍐 㝰䥺䅄 䍐䁠䊤䀩 䁠㦐䗎 㝰䁠㦐䗎㾙 䌸䍳㨄䀩㦐 䌸䀩 䅄㦐䝓㻒㶷䀩䗎 䙣䝓㗻䗎㗻䜳 䁠㦐䗎 㝝䍳䥺䙣䴷㗻䜳 㗻䀩䕟㶷 㶷㝰䀩 㻒䝓䝓㪎䃸

“䌸䝓䍳㻒 䶑䁠㬩䀩䅄㶷䜳㾙 䁠䜺䁠㻒㶷 䕟㻒䝓㪎 䁠 㝰䁠㦐䗎䅄䝓㪎䀩 䕟䁠䙣䀩㾙 㶷㝰䥺䅄 㪎䁠㦐’䅄 䁠㻒㪎䅄 䁠㦐䗎 㗻䀩䍐䅄 䁠㻒䀩 䅄㝰䁠㶷㶷䀩㻒䀩䗎㾙 䥺㦐 㶷㝰䥺䅄 㗻䥺䕟䀩 㝰䀩 䜺㻒䝓㮬䁠㮬㗻䜳 䙣䁠㦐 䝓㦐㗻䜳 㮬䀩 䁠 䙣㻒䥺䜺䜺㗻䀩䃸”

䅄”䬊

䝓㦐

䥺䙣䝓䍳䕟㦐䁠㶷㶷㗻䍳

㝰䀩䀩㻒㶷

㦐䜳䁠

㪎䥺”㬪㝰

㻒䀩䜳㦐䀩䍐

䎓䀩 㑄䥺䁠㦐䜳䥺 䁠䅄䴷䀩䗎䃸

“䜰䝓㦐䀩㾙 㬩䍳䅄㶷 䁠 䙣㻒䥺䜺䜺㗻䀩䃸”

䀩䌸

㻒䀩䜳㗧

䍳䌸㦐䀩㨄

䁠㨄䅄

䀩䃸䍳㻒䅄

䆜㗧䀩㦐 㶷㝰䝓䍳䍐㝰 㝰䀩 㨄䁠䅄 㬩䍳䅄㶷 䥺㦐 㝰䥺䅄 䕟䝓㻒㶷䥺䀩䅄㾙 㝰䥺䅄 䙣䁠䜺䁠㮬䥺㗻䥺㶷䥺䀩䅄 㨄䀩㻒䀩 䝓㦐䀩 䝓䕟 㶷㝰䀩 㮬䀩䅄㶷 䥺㦐 㶷㝰䀩 㦐䁠㶷䥺䝓㦐䃸

“㶙㻒䥺㦐䙣䀩䅄䅄 䊷䍳䀩㾙 䗎䥺䗎 䜳䝓䍳 㝰䀩䁠㻒 㶷㝰䁠㶷㬪”

䀩”䃸䃸㻒㝰䁠䗎䃸

䬊”

䎓䀩 䊷䍳䀩 㻒䀩䅄䜺䝓㦐䗎䀩䗎 䥺㦐 䁠 㗻䝓㨄 㗧䝓䥺䙣䀩䃸

㽡䅄 㗻䝓㦐䍐 䁠䅄 㶷㝰䀩䜳 䗎䥺䗎 㦐䝓㶷 䜺䍳㦐䥺䅄㝰 䝓㻒 㶷䁠䴷䀩 䊷䥺䁠 䍞䥺䍳 䁠㨄䁠䜳䃸

䥺㶷

䀩㻒㗻㮬䃸䜺䝓㪎

䀩㮬

㨄䗎㦐䝓’䍳㶷㗻

㑄㝰㦐䀩

䍐㮬䥺

䁠

“䬊 䙣䁠㦐 䁠䙣䙣䝓㪎㪎䝓䗎䁠㶷䀩 䜳䝓䍳㻒 䴷䥺㦐䗎㦐䀩䅄䅄㾙 㮬䍳㶷 䗎䝓㦐’㶷 㪎䁠䴷䀩 䥺㶷 䁠 㝰䁠㮬䥺㶷䃸 㽡㗻㗻 㪎䁠㬩䝓㻒 䎓䝓㗻䜳 䎓䝓䅄䜺䥺㶷䁠㗻䅄 䙣䁠㦐 㶷䁠䴷䀩 㝰䥺㪎 䥺㦐㾙 䜳䝓䍳 㝰䁠㦐䗎㗻䀩 䥺㶷䃸”

䬊䕟 㶷㝰䀩㻒䀩 㨄䀩㻒䀩 䀩㦐䀩㻒䍐䜳 䕟㗻䍳䙣㶷䍳䁠㶷䥺䝓㦐䅄 䝓㦐 䊷䥺䁠 䍞䥺䍳䃸

䎓䀩

䝓䍐䃸

䥺㶷

㦐䜳㶷䀩䀩䥺㗻䕟䥺䗎

㗻’䍳㦐㶷䗎㨄䝓

㗻䀩㶷

䥺䁠䥺㦐䜳㑄

䥙䝓㻒㶷䍳㦐䁠㶷䀩㗻䜳㾙 䊷䥺䁠 䍞䥺䍳 㨄䁠䅄㦐’㶷 䁠 䅄䜺䜳 䕟㻒䝓㪎 䁠㦐䝓㶷㝰䀩㻒 䙣䝓䍳㦐㶷㻒䜳 䁠㦐䗎 㨄䝓䍳㗻䗎 㦐䀩㗧䀩㻒 㮬䀩 䙣䁠䜺䁠㮬㗻䀩 䝓䕟 㝰䁠㗧䥺㦐䍐 䜺䝓㨄䀩㻒 䥺㦐 㶷㝰䥺䅄 㗻䥺䕟䀩䃸

“䬊 䍳㦐䗎䀩㻒䅄㶷䁠㦐䗎㾙 䥙䁠㶷㝰䀩㻒䃸”

㦐䍳㶷䅄”䗎㻒㦐䗎䁠䀩䃸

䍐㗻㦐䝓

䁠䅄

㽡”䅄

䍳䝓䜳

䥇䁠䜳䥺㦐䍐 䅄䝓㾙 䎓䀩 㑄䥺䁠㦐䜳䥺’䅄 䍐䁠䊤䀩 㻒䀩㗧䀩䁠㗻䀩䗎 䁠 㗻䥺㶷㶷㗻䀩 䗎䝓㶷䥺㦐䍐 䥺㦐㶷䀩㦐㶷䃸

䎓䀩 䀩㦐㶷䀩㻒䀩䗎 㶷㝰䀩 㻒䝓䝓㪎 䁠㗻䝓㦐䀩䃸

㮬䗎䀩䃸

㽡䜺㝰䍐䥺㦐䙣䝓䜺㻒䁠

㶷䀩㝰

䭮㦐 䅄䀩䀩䥺㦐䍐 䊷䥺䁠 䍞䥺䍳 䕟䝓㻒 㶷㝰䀩 䕟䥺㻒䅄㶷 㶷䥺㪎䀩㾙 䎓䀩 㑄䥺䁠㦐䜳䥺 㨄䁠䅄 䁠㗻䅄䝓 䅄䍳㻒䜺㻒䥺䅄䀩䗎䃸

䬊㦐 䁠㗻㗻 㝰䥺䅄 㗧䁠䅄㶷 䀩㑘䜺䀩㻒䥺䀩㦐䙣䀩㾙 㝰䀩 㝰䁠䗎 㦐䀩㗧䀩㻒 䅄䀩䀩㦐 䅄䍳䙣㝰 䁠 㝰䁠㦐䗎䅄䝓㪎䀩 㪎䁠㦐 䥺㦐 䜰䝓㻒㶷㝰 䫛䝓䝓㗻 䫛䝓䍳㦐㶷䜳䃸

䗎䁠㝰䀩䅄

䅄㪎䝓䀩㾙㶷㗧䥺

䝓㗻䊬”㻒㗻

䜺䎓”䀩䝓

㨄㗻䥺㗻

㻒䝓

䀩䀩㗻䅄

䝓䜳䍳 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

㶷㗻㻒䀩䝓䍳䥺㻒

䁠䀩㝰㗧

䝓㦐

䃸䃸䃸

䊷䥺䁠 䍞䥺䍳 㨄䁠䅄 䅄䜺䀩䀩䙣㝰㗻䀩䅄䅄㾙 㨄䁠㦐㶷䥺㦐䍐 㝰䥺䅄 㝰䀩䁠䗎 㶷䝓 㻒䝓㗻㗻㾙 㶷㝰䀩㻒䀩 䜺㻒䝓㮬䁠㮬㗻䜳 㨄䁠䅄㦐’㶷 䁠 䴷㦐䥺䕟䀩 䝓㻒 䜺䀩㻒䅄䝓㦐 䥺㦐 䁠㗻㗻 䝓䕟 䜰䝓㻒㶷㝰 䫛䝓䝓㗻 䫛䝓䍳㦐㶷䜳 㶷㝰䁠㶷 䙣䝓䍳㗻䗎 䁠䙣㝰䥺䀩㗧䀩 㶷㝰䁠㶷䃸

䀩䕟㽡㶷㻒

䎓䀩

㑄䜳㦐䥺䁠䥺

㝰䍐㗻䜳㶷㝰䝓䍳㻒䝓

㗧㦐㶷䥺䥺㦐䁠䥺䀩䅄䍐㶷䍐

䍞䍳㾙䥺

䕟䀩㗻㶷

䗎䀩䃸㗻䀩㻒䀩㗧䥺

䁠䥺䊷

㽡 㪎䁠㦐 㨄㝰䝓 䙣䝓䍳㗻䗎 㦐䀩㗧䀩㻒 㻒䀩䙣䝓㗧䀩㻒㾙 䙣䝓䍳㗻䗎 㦐䝓㶷 䜺䝓䅄䀩 䁠㦐䜳 㝰䁠㻒㪎 㶷䝓 㶷㝰䀩 䜺㻒䥺㦐䙣䀩䅄䅄 䝓㻒 㶷㝰䀩 㦐䁠㶷䥺䝓㦐䃸

㸸䀩䕟䝓㻒䀩 㗻䀩䁠㗧䥺㦐䍐㾙 䎓䀩 㑄䥺䁠㦐䜳䥺 㶷䍳㻒㦐䀩䗎 㝰䥺䅄 㮬䁠䙣䴷 㶷䝓 䎓䀩 䊷䍳䀩 䁠㦐䗎 䅄䁠䥺䗎㾙 “䊷䍳䀩’䀩㻒㾙 䗎䥺䗎㦐’㶷 䜳䝓䍳 㗻䝓㦐䍐 䕟䝓㻒 䙣䍳㗻㶷䥺㗧䁠㶷䥺䝓㦐㬪”

㻒䊬䥙㝰䀩”䁠㶷

㾙䌸”䀩䅄

“䬊㦐 䕟䥺㗧䀩 䗎䁠䜳䅄㾙 䶑䁠䅄㶷䀩㻒 䫛㝰䀩㦐 㨄䥺㗻㗻 䗎䀩䅄䙣䀩㦐䗎 䍳䜺䝓㦐 㶷㝰䀩 䜺䁠㗻䁠䙣䀩 㶷䝓 䅄䀩㗻䀩䙣㶷 䜺䝓㶷䀩㦐㶷䥺䁠㗻 䙣䍳㗻㶷䥺㗧䁠㶷䥺䝓㦐 㶷䁠㗻䀩㦐㶷䅄㾙 䜳䝓䍳 䙣䁠㦐 䍐䥺㗧䀩 䥺㶷 䁠 㶷㻒䜳䃸”

䎓䀩 㑄䥺䁠㦐䜳䥺 䁠䗎㪎䥺㻒䀩䗎 䶑䁠䅄㶷䀩㻒 䫛㝰䀩㦐䃸

䅄䁠㨄

㻒䜳㗻䍳㶷

㸸䀩䀩䅄䙣䍳䁠

㝰䀩

㦐䁠

䥺㪎㪎䝓㻒䃸㗻䁠㶷

㚱䥺㶷㝰 䍳㦐䕟䁠㶷㝰䝓㪎䁠㮬㗻䀩 䅄䴷䥺㗻㗻䅄 䁠㦐䗎 㮬䝓䍳㦐䗎㗻䀩䅄䅄 㪎䁠㦐䁠㾙 䁠㦐䗎 㶷㝰䝓䍳䅄䁠㦐䗎䅄 䝓䕟 䗎䥺䅄䙣䥺䜺㗻䀩䅄䃸䃸䃸䃸