Steampunk: Sixth Era Epic-Chapter 1678 - 1677: The Second Island

Capítulo 1678: Chapter 1677: The Second Island

“A third-party identity? This time, there really isn’t one. Miss Apothecary, while I may seem mysterious to you, I truly don’t have time to play ordinary people’s spy games… it’s just to make some money and maintain connections.”

The Female Sorcerer smiled silently, becoming increasingly curious about Shard.

On the third batch of blank letters, strange diagrams appeared. Shard and Megan didn’t recognize them, but from the ordinary lock heads and the similar way the letters were stored, it seemed Rot-Eye Barry regarded all three batches of letters with similar importance, merely as a disguise to maintain his “Gang Leader” identity.

Thus, Shard took the third batch of letters as well, planning to see if Miss Galina would be interested. He couldn’t give them directly to Director Anlos, so it was best to have the Duchess handle them first.

Besides these three drawers, other drawers in the desk contained miscellaneous items such as pistols, bullets, and unknown potions. And only after further searching the study did they finally find the hidden safe behind the bookshelf.

Upon opening the safe, the first thing Shard noticed were over a dozen black metal “Unifier” pendants, the same kind he had seen when gathering information in the tavern stables of the lakeside fishing village.

It was Megan’s first time seeing these items, but after inspecting them, she was confident they were ordinary objects:

“This resembles the Edwards Family crest, a spiral converging inward.”

Upon her observation, Shard took three pendants for research and left the rest to her.

Aside from the carefully preserved pendants, the most important thing in the safe was undoubtedly Rot-Eye Barry’s accounting books. These weren’t records of his illegal businesses but rather logs of the supplies he regularly transported to Green Lake Central Island.

Even as a gang leader, his record-keeping was meticulous, noting the dates, ship information, and even the weather. Megan flipped through briefly and quickly understood what the so-called supplies were:

“Not the expected daily necessities, but strange quantities of metal ores, earth, and wood. There were also animals like pigs, cows, and sheep, but only requested dead ones… what’s this for? Building a new city?”

The series of over ten books comprehensively detailed everything Rot-Eye Barry had transported to the lake from 1849 until now, in 1854. While they didn’t see the earlier logs, they likely contained similar content.

“What could he have gained from this?”

Shard asked in confusion:

“Or rather, what could the cultists gain? Even if these items are cheap, the quantity transported secretly must cost a significant sum. What exactly is the Drowning Cult plotting?”

“The accounting books don’t mention the gains.”

The Female Sorcerer shook her head and gestured for Shard to check the rest of the items in the safe.

The safe wasn’t large, so it mainly contained documents, papers, and valuable gold and silver jewelry. Besides the accounting books, they also discovered letters of correspondence between Rot-Eye Barry and the Order, but only from the last few days; they contained information about the next shipment arriving soon.

These letters were likely destroyed regularly, and there was no postmark date on the envelope, indicating that these matters involved the Order rather than just Rot-Eye Barry.

“There are also a few books here, let me see, ‘Secrets of the Abyss: Squirming Darkness,’ ‘Life and Death: Boundary of the Ocean,’ ‘Corpse Sayings: Echo of the Deceased.’ These are books for Circle Sorcerers, rare knowledge capable of providing Spirit Runes.”

Shard said, looking at the books, Megan glanced at them and waved her hand for Shard to keep them himself, as the wise Grand Witch evidently already possessed similar knowledge.

Shard wasn’t particularly interested in the Spirit Runes mentioned in these books, but the Academy Library would likely be eager to collect them for their archives. When he pulled the books from the bottom of the safe, he noticed an old black-and-white photo pressed beneath them.

Curious, he took out the photo and saw an image of a corpse submerged in water.

“Hmm?”

As Shard’s eyes scanned the photo, the corpse’s eyes suddenly snapped open. Suddenly, gurgling water flowed from the photo, with a pale hand reaching out and grabbing Shard’s wrist.

“Have you ever known the agony of falling helplessly even while aware you’re sinking underwater?”

A series of bubble-like sounds pierced his ears, yet the hand gripping Shard’s arm didn’t attempt to pull him into the photo; instead, more and more water flowed from the photo.

Invisible darkness shrouded the room’s light. Shard knew the room was dry apart from the water at his feet, yet the bubbling sound made him feel like he was submerged in water filling the entire room.

The photo itself emitted a ghostly glow, and all surrounding light vanished. He couldn’t clearly see the walls of the room and felt like he wasn’t standing on a solid floor anymore.

He seemed to be falling through the water, further into the depths of the abyss. He sensed an intangible threat waiting beneath and felt nearly unable to breathe from the sensation of drowning:

“Underwater Breathing.”

This sorcery was inherently linked to the “God of the Deep Sea Drowned,” learned by Shard when first using the Maze Lock [Matchstick Girl] to stop the Deity from taking the girl away, so in this situation, it quickly took effect. Once adjusted, Shard didn’t care whether he was trapped in an illusion or actually transported elsewhere, he began swimming upwards earnestly.

He didn’t dare release the photo in his hand, so he continued to swim upwards holding it. Within mere dozens of seconds, he heard the voice of the Female Sorcerer ringing in his ears:

“Don’t…”

There was likely more, but it was drowned out by the rushing water.

“What?”

Shard paused, halting his upward movement, hesitating as he glanced between the darkness above and below. Then he asked in his mind:

“Was that voice real?”

[Yes, magical power was used to connect with you.]

“What do you think?”

[Same as you.]

“Alright then.”

Shard abandoned swimming upward and instead dove downward. The glow from the photo in his hand grew dimmer as the surrounding water became colder. When the light finally disappeared, at the ocean’s deep bottom, as bubbles from his mouth floated past his eyes, he finally saw what was waiting for him below.

A skeleton wrapped in water streams and tattered cloth leapt from the dark abyssal depths. Cloaked in death and resentment, it bore fear and hatred, reaching for the downwards-sinking “self-destructive” Shard.

At that moment, “falling” into the deep sea, Shard somehow felt he understood the concept of lonely death at sea by the Drowned One. The same loneliness and helplessness that fostered such an indifferent heart.

Unfortunately, there was little time for further contemplation, but Shard had indeed found the correct direction. As the skeleton touched him, he felt he pierced through a thin membrane of paper, only to realize he was inhaling deeply, holding the photo in a dry study, with Megan beside him looking on concernedly:

“Are you alright? Looks like this photo is a trap to deter thieves. I saw you freeze, and then your image appeared in the photo, so I knew you must have been tricked.”

She held onto Shard’s wrist, concernedly touching his spirit with her own spiritual power, but detected Shard’s spirit power immense as moonlight on a full moon night. At that point, Shard was entirely dry; even his hands were dry, and no liquid had actually flowed from the photo.

But seeing the photo, it suddenly ignited in Shard’s hand. He threw it away, stepping back with Megan, watching as it burned in mid-air, the last wisp of ash forming the holy emblem of the Evil God [God of the Deep Sea Drowned] before rushing towards Shard.

“Careful!”

“It’s alright.”

The slight chill, carrying a curse, seeped into Shard’s soul but was quickly disintegrated by a divine glow.

“She” softly reminded Shard in his ear:

[Outlander, you’ve been cursed.]

[The curse has been lifted.]

If it’s a curse from a true Deity, even if Shard possessed a drop of divinity, he wouldn’t be completely immune. However, it was evident that although the curse attached to this photo was related to a God, its power was much weaker. A regular Circle Sorcerer might have been affected, but for Shard, it was negligible. What truly impacted him was that momentary sense of deep-sea loneliness, leaving him puzzled as to why he felt he understood the thoughts of the Deep Sea Drowned.

“I’m fine, but will the destruction of this photo alert Rot-Eye Barry?”

After confirming that he was indeed unaffected, Shard asked, and Megan, though concerned, slightly shook her head:

“I’m not sure, but don’t worry about him, my people are keeping an eye on him. If he returns, I’ll receive an advance warning before nightfall at the latest. Besides, he’s just a Low Ring Sorcerer; even if he comes back, what can he do?”

Megan clearly cared more about Shard than Rot-Eye Barry, afraid that Shard would experience similar issues as he did in the morning, but fortunately, Shard was fine.

The Unifier Pendant, ledger, and mysticism books—these were the only valuable items Shard and Megan found in the safe. Although it seemed like a small haul, it was unlikely Rot-Eye Barry would store all critical clues in one place.

Just as the two finished searching the study, the interrogation of those mistresses by the maids also came to an end. Those women were just ordinary people, and not particularly strong-willed, so it was easy to extract valuable information from them.

Megan and Audrey’s Head Maid, the girl called Jill, compiled the intelligence before reporting to her masters.

“Miss, this is indeed one of Rot-Eye Barry’s most important strongholds. He spends at least a week here every month. Some of those women have seen him without his eyepatch. He rarely removes it, even wearing it while asleep. According to the mistresses, Rot-Eye Barry’s right eye is not rotten; inside his eye socket is a peculiar eye with a black sclera and white pupil.”

“Most likely a Demon Eye. If the Drowning Cult dispatched him here, they’d certainly ensure he had means for self-preservation and power enhancement.”

Megan easily deduced.

The women also provided one last piece of intelligence: there seemed to be a secret passage under this mansion, as they sometimes saw Rot-Eye Barry exiting the basement reeking of sewer stench.

This time, Megan did not accompany Shard into the basement but rather sent her maids to take a look.

Sure enough, they soon discovered a passage behind the basement walls connecting to the city’s ancient sewer system, and not far within, they found modern-era excavated warehouses, meeting rooms, and even over a dozen groomed water ghosts.

As Rot-Eye Barry’s frequent overnight spot, the sewers also housed a small prayer room. According to the maids’ descriptions, dead fish and human bones were hung everywhere as offerings in the prayer room, clearly showing how meticulously it was maintained.

This passage directly connected to Green Lake City’s sewer system, so the exit of the passage couldn’t be determined.

However, Megan vaguely remembered her father, the Third Child of the Fourth Generation, Alphonse Edwards, mentioning that the Coldwater Port City’s sewer system might have been funded by the first-generation lord, the family’s progenitor.

While the maids were in the basement, Shard and Megan entered a bedroom in the villa.

The bedroom also had a hidden safe, even better concealed than the one in the study, and unknown to the mistresses. However, with the resolve to tear down the house, finding the safe wasn’t difficult.

This safe contained some magic potions, alchemical items, and letters. Megan still reached for the letters while Shard inspected the other items.

Though the magic potions were labeled, Shard surely wouldn’t drink potions acquired from an enemy, and the value of the alchemical items wasn’t worth using someone else’s items.

Nonetheless, the exquisite drawstring bag in the lower right corner of the safe caught Shard’s eye. Upon opening the bag, he found a wooden key, feeling a momentary joy, only to realize the key’s size was incorrect and lacked the special elemental traces:

“It’s not a Time Key.”

As the “Seven-day Trip” adventure neared its end, Shard thought he might luckily encounter another key.

Upon hearing Shard’s light sigh, Megan, reading the letters, glanced at him and then saw the key in his hand:

“This is…”

The wooden key, with a cylindrical shaft and small cylindrical protrusions in various directions, had flawless rubies and sapphires inlaid on both sides of the keyhead. In the light, one could see a phantom of a man writing with his head down in the study.

Megan hurriedly pulled out the key forged by the blacksmith using the lady of the lord’s remains’ teeth and other materials during their second island expedition with Shard last week.

Indeed, although the materials and the teeth details of the two keys were different, the size and shape were almost identical.

“Is this also a key you need? How did it end up in Rot-Eye Barry’s hands?”

He said, handing the key to Megan, who took it, somewhat excited:

“Only he would know, really didn’t expect to get the second key like this. Plus, with the key made from your mountain copper and the black pearl from the morning, I now have three keys.”

“Might as well ask him.”

Shard, unconcerned, continued searching the safe but didn’t find anything further. However, the content of the letters was surprising, as they were correspondence between Rot-Eye Barry and the Drowning Cult, albeit more personal in nature.

The letter content reflected a link between the cultist group and some entity on the island, referring to it as “that gentleman.” The Drowning Cult’s attitude towards him was wary cooperation, with the writer repeatedly emphasizing never to trust “that gentleman’s” words. Furthermore, every meeting and conversation with “that gentleman” had to be fully reported to the cult.

“That gentleman? I guess it’s probably your ancestor.”

Shard chuckled to Megan, who agreed:

“Who else could it be?”

The letters also disclosed other information. For instance, the location of “that gentleman” was naturally referred to as “Green Lake Central Island,” which contradicted the witch’s investigation revealing no large cargo shipments on the island.

“They have other collaborators.”

Megan pointed to the final letter while speaking to Shard:

“The connection with the island is managed by the Drowning Cult, but in truth, participation goes beyond the cult. However, other forces can’t contact ‘that gentleman,’ so they merely sponsor some cult activities. From the titles mentioned here… confirmed participants include believers of the Evil God[Dragon Devourer], the illegally operating Circle Sorcerer group[Tyranny Club], active in border areas—a bunch of war madmen, and the [Truth Society].”

“The Truth Society again?”

“Again? You know them?”

Megan was surprised, and Shard nodded:

“Had several unpleasant encounters with them before. I heard they were also present during last winter’s Pantanal Battle.”

“I’ve had exchanges with them too. They’re madmen in pursuit of knowledge and wisdom. However, there are indeed a few in their ranks that could be considered sages, but unfortunately, uncontrolled wisdom can also be just a shortcut to madness.”

In all the Circle Sorcerers Shard knew related to the title “Knowledge and Wisdom,” Megan appeared the most rational.

Apart from the confirmed information, there was some uncertain content. A month-old letter repeatedly asked if Rot-Eye Barry had acquired the “qualification,” but without Barry’s reply, there was no way to know how he responded, though Shard felt the “qualification” mentioned here was likely referring to that small key.

Megan discerned Shard’s confusion and slightly shook her head:

“I only know the existence of keys and doors. I’m not sure what exactly they represent. If there’s a next trip to the island, I could try to take you to see that door, but it might not succeed. In the morning, I mentioned knowing where those shipments ended up; I suspect it’s where the door is situated. The door… doesn’t truly exist on the island. Green Lake Central Island might not just be one.”

Finishing her words, she looked almost worriedly at Shard:

“You don’t think I’ve been hiding something significant, do you?”

Her demeanor surprised the maid beside them.

“Absolutely not!”

Shard immediately shook his head since he was the one who had been hiding significant things all along.

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櫓

䖳㺄䪷䬰䃞䪄

老

㷊䩄㨨㷊䆜㾚䩄㾚㙂㺄䩄䬰

蘆

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擄

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虜

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㙂䗌㷊

䖳䚈䃞䪄㷊㷊䮤䬰

㕟㷊㓔䡒

㙂㾚䗌䃞䢝

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㺄㼥㙂䩄䗌

䡒䢝䬰䗌㗸

㨨䬰㾚䢝㾚㷊䩄

㹝䢝䡒䬰䡒㷊䪄

䗌䡒䬰

㹝㾚㷊䃞㷣

䃞㙂

㙂䖳㷊㾚㷊䬰

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䡒䪄㷊䆜䪄䢝䚈㷊

䪄㙂䩄㷊㾚㙂䢈

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㾚䡒䬰㷊䪄㾚㘵

㷊䢝㷊㾚䰬

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䩄䍁䡒

㙂㾚䬰䗌䢝—䡒㷊㷊

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䗌㺄㷊

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䃞㺄

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䢝䃞䆜

㙂䃞

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䡒㙂㙂䗌

㘵䪄䡒䖳䡒䪄䩄䢝䢝㙂䪷㹝

䃞䖳㷊䢝㺄㙂

䡒䢝㘵㷊㺄䗌㘵

䡒䖳㙂

䗌䩄䮤

䗌㷊

䗌㙂㷊

㷣䃞㓔䩄㾚㹝䢈䪄

䡒㷊㓔㕟

䗌㷊

㓔䞐䡒䖳

䡒㹝㙂㺄

䡒䃞㾚䪄䢈㼥

㯑㷊㾚㷊

㺄㾚㷊䡒䍁䢈’

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䪄䃞—䪷䗌㸓䢈㙂䃞䗌㷊㙂

䢝䬰㷊䢝㷊㙂㾚㼥䪷

䡒㗸䬰䗌䢝

䩄䗌㺄

㾚䬰䬰䩄’㙂

㷊䗌䛍㾚

䃞㙂

䪄㘵䗌㷊

㷊䃞㾚䃞㺄䮤㷊

䗌䮤䃞㷊

䚈䗌㷊㾚

㨨㓔䡒㙂㺄㺄

䖳䡒㷊㙂䬰䖳㘵㷊

㷊䗌

㸓㷊 䩄㾚䩄㙂䩄䡒䪄䪄㹝 㙂䗌䃞䪷䢈䗌㙂 䗌㷊 䖳䃞䪷䪄䬰 䢝㷊㙂䪷䢝㾚 䗌䃞䮤㷊 䞐㹝 㷊㯑㷊㾚䩄㾚䢈㼥 㺄䃞 䗌㷊 䗌䡒䬰㾚’㙂 䡒㺄㓔㷊䬰 㙂䗌㷊 㹝䃞䪷㾚䢈 䚈䃞䮤㷊㾚 㙂䃞 䗌㷊䪄㘵 㙂䡒㓔㷊 䖳䡒䢝㷊 䃞䆜 㙂䗌㷊 䖳䡒㙂㨨 㛍䗌䪷㺄㼥 䗌㷊 㷊㻠㘵㷊䖳㙂㷊䬰 㾚䃞䞐䃞䬰㹝 䡒㙂 䗌䃞䮤㷊 䚈䗌㷊㾚 䗌㷊 䢝㷊㙂䪷䢝㾚㷊䬰㼥 䞐䪷㙂 䪷㘵䃞㾚 㷊䮤㷊䢝䢈䩄㾚䢈 䆜䢝䃞䮤 㙂䗌㷊 䞐䡒㺄㷊䮤㷊㾚㙂 䚈䗌㷊䢝㷊 㙂䗌㷊 䵇䢝㹝㺄㙂䡒䪄 㗸䗌䃞㷊㺄 䗌䡒䬰 䪄䡒㾚䬰㷊䬰㼥 䗌㷊 䪷㾚㷊㻠㘵㷊䖳㙂㷊䬰䪄㹝 㾚䃞㙂䩄䖳㷊䬰 㕟䪷㯑䩄㹝䡒’㺄 㺄䗌䃞㷊㺄 䃞㾚 㙂䗌㷊 㺄䗌䃞㷊 䢝䡒䖳㓔 䩄㾚 㙂䗌㷊 䆜䩄䢝㺄㙂䞢䆜䪄䃞䃞䢝 䗌䡒䪄䪄㨨

“㕟䪷㯑䩄㹝䡒㼥 䗌䃞䮤㷊 䆜䢝䃞䮤 䚈䃞䢝㓔 㺄䃞 㷊䡒䢝䪄㹝䴬”

䪷䞐㺄㹝

㙂㙂䡒䗌

䆜䮤䢝䃞

㪮㙂䩄㼥䮤㷊䪷㾚㷊㘵

㷊䮤䡒䮤䩄䬰㷊䪄㹝䩄㙂

㯑䃞㷊䖳䩄

䗌䢝㗸䬰䡒

‘䪄䬰䪷䃞䚈㾚㙂

㷊㾚䬰䩄

㷊䖳䡒䮤

㷊㗸䗌

䩄䢈䢝䪄

㙂㷊䗌

䆜䃞

䍁䢈㨨㾚㷊䡒

䗌㺄䬰㷊䪷㙂䃞

䃞䢝䃞䮤

䬰䃞㺄䢝㙂䡒䚈

䪄䃞㨨䃞䆜䢝

㙂䗌䪷㙂䗌䢈䃞

䪄䞢㘵䢝䪷㷊㹝㷊㘵䬰㷊

㘵䪷

䪷㘵㼥㺄㺄㙂䡒䩄䢝

䪷䡒䩄㕟㯑㹝

㙂䗌㷊

䡒㾚䬰

㗸䡒䗌䢝䬰

㺄䢝䢈䡒㙂䃞䪄㹝䃞

㙂䗌㷊

㾚䩄

㺄䡒䚈

䩄䆜

㙂䗌䩄䚈

㙂䗌䢝䩄䬰

㾚䬰䡒㙂䗌’

䗌㷊

㙂㹝㷊㼥

㙂㷊㺄

㷊䡒㷊㙂㾚

䢈䃞

䡒䬰㾚

䢝㷊䬰䩄㾚㾚

䩄䚈䗌㙂

㙂䗌㷊

“䪅䃞㙂 䃞䆜䆜 䚈䃞䢝㓔 㷊䡒䢝䪄㹝㼥 䞐䪷㙂 㙂䃞䃞㓔 䪄㷊䡒㯑㷊 㙂䃞 䖳䃞䮤㷊 㷊䡒䢝䪄㹝 㙂䃞 㺄㷊㙂 䪷㘵 㙂䗌㷊 䩄㾚㺄㙂䢝䪷䮤㷊㾚㙂㺄㨨 㛍䗌㷊 䡒㺄㺄䃞䖳䩄䡒㙂䩄䃞㾚 䖳䃞㾚䆜䩄䢝䮤㷊䬰 㙂䗌䡒㙂 㙂䗌㷊 䪄䪷㾚䡒䢝 㷊䖳䪄䩄㘵㺄㷊 㙂䗌䩄㺄 䮤䃞㾚㙂䗌 䚈䩄䪄䪄 䃞䖳䖳䪷䢝 㾚㷊㻠㙂 䛍㷊䬰㾚㷊㺄䬰䡒㹝㼥 㙂䗌㷊 㙂䗌䩄䢝㙂䩄㷊㙂䗌 䃞䆜 㙂䗌㷊 㗸䃞䚈䩄㾚䢈 䍁䃞䃞㾚㨨 㥿㾚 㙂䗌㷊 䮤䃞䢝㾚䩄㾚䢈㼥 㙂䗌㷊 䬰䃞䖳㙂䃞䢝 䬰㷊䪄䩄㯑㷊䢝㷊䬰 䡒 㾚䃞㙂䩄䖳㷊 䆜䢝䃞䮤 㙂䗌㷊 㘿䖳䡒䬰㷊䮤㹝 䡒㺄㓔䩄㾚䢈 䡒䪄䪄 䵇䃞䢝䢝㷊㺄㘵䃞㾚䬰㷊㾚䖳㷊 㘿㺄㙂䢝䃞㾚䃞䮤㹝 䵇䃞䪄䪄㷊䢈㷊 㺄㙂䪷䬰㷊㾚㙂㺄 䩄㾚 㙂䗌㷊 䖳㷊㾚㙂䢝䡒䪄 䏽䪄䬰 䵇䃞㾚㙂䩄㾚㷊㾚㙂 㙂䃞 䢝㷊䖳䃞䢝䬰 㙂䗌㷊 㺄㙂䡒䢝 㘵䡒㙂㙂㷊䢝㾚㺄 䩄㾚 䡒䬰㯑䡒㾚䖳㷊㨨”

㛍䃞䬰䡒㹝 䚈䡒㺄 㙂䗌㷊 㙂䚈㷊㾚㙂㹝䞢䆜䩄䢝㺄㙂 䃞䆜 㙂䗌㷊 㗸䃞䚈䩄㾚䢈 䍁䃞䃞㾚㼥 䡒㾚䬰 䩄㙂 㺄㷊㷊䮤㷊䬰 䪄䩄㓔㷊 䡒 䖳䃞䮤㘵䢝㷊䗌㷊㾚㺄䩄㯑㷊 䢝㷊䖳䃞䢝䬰 䃞䆜 㙂䗌㷊 㺄㙂䡒䢝 㘵䡒㙂㙂㷊䢝㾚㺄 䚈䡒㺄 㾚㷊䖳㷊㺄㺄䡒䢝㹝㨨

㘿㺄

㙂䡒㺄㨨䪷㺄㘵䩄䢝

䪄㙂㺄䪄䩄

㘵䪷

䢝㙂䢈䬰㷊㷊㷊

㘵䪷

䗌䢝㗸䬰䡒

䡒䚈㺄

䬰㓔䩄㷊㘵䖳

䩄㾚䢈㙂䡒䖳䗌䚈

㙂㷊䗌

㺄㓔㹝

㼥㯑㷊䢝䃞

䩄㙂㷊㙂䪄䪄

䃞䆜䢝㼥䃞䪄

㓔䡒䚈㷊䪄䬰

㷊㷊䃞㷊䖳㘵㙂䪄䟍㺄

䡒䬰㾚

䩄㙂䗌䢝䬰

䡒䍁䩄

䚈䗌䃞

㷊㾚㙂䚈

㕟㹝䪷㯑䩄䡒

㗸䗌䡒䢝䬰

㙂䃞

䪄㓔䃞䃞䩄㾚䢈

㙂䗌㷊

㾚䪷㺄㺄㙂㷊

㘵㷊㷊䪷㹝䪄䢝㘵䞢㷊䬰

䡒㺄䃞䪄

㼥䩄䗌䮤

㷊䗌㙂

㙂䗌㷊

䪄䩄䮤䃞㾚䖳䃞䢝㙂㺄䡒䡒

䞐䩄䢈㾚㷊㾚䬰

㼥㺄㙂㺄䢝䡒䩄

㙂䗌䗌䪷䢝䃞䢈

䡒㙂

䗌㙂㷊

㙂㷊䗌

䗌䢈㺄䪄䪄䩄㹝㙂

䪷㘵

䢈䢝䩄䪄

“㗸䗌䡒䢝䬰㼥 㙂䡒㓔㷊 㹝䃞䪷䢝 䖳䡒㙂 㙂䃞 䬰䩄㾚㾚㷊䢝㼥 㥿’䪄䪄 㘵䢝䃞䞐䡒䞐䪄㹝 䞐㷊 䞐䪷㺄㹝 䆜䃞䢝 䡒 䚈䗌䩄䪄㷊 䪄䃞㾚䢈㷊䢝㨨”

㗸䗌㷊 䬰䩄䬰㾚’㙂 㷊㯑㷊㾚 㙂䪷䢝㾚 䗌㷊䢝 䗌㷊䡒䬰 䡒㺄 㺄䗌㷊 㺄㘵䃞㓔㷊㼥 䞐䪷㙂 䗌㷊䢝 㙂䃞㾚㷊 㺄䃞䪷㾚䬰㷊䬰 㷊㻠䖳䩄㙂㷊䬰㼥 㺄䩄㾚䖳㷊 䡒㾚 䡒㺄㙂䢝䃞㾚䃞䮤䩄䖳䡒䪄 㷊㯑㷊㾚㙂 䪄䩄㓔㷊 䡒 “䪄䪷㾚䡒䢝 㷊䖳䪄䩄㘵㺄㷊” 䚈䡒㺄㾚’㙂 㺄䃞䮤㷊㙂䗌䩄㾚䢈 㙂䗌䡒㙂 䗌䡒㘵㘵㷊㾚㷊䬰 䃞䆜㙂㷊㾚㨨

㷊䮤

㷊㾚㷊䬰

䮤㷊

㾚䮤㙂䃞㷊㺄䗌䢈䩄

㙂䃞

䞐䖳䡒䴬㓔

㘵䡒䖳㓔

䬰䬰䢝䡒㺄䍪䚈

㹝䪷䃞

㾚䬰䩄㷊㼥㾚䢝

㥿

䬰䃞

㙂䃞

䡒䖳㾚

㨨䡒㓔䖳䞐”

䍁㷊㾚䡒䢈

䃞㹝䪷

䞐㾚䢈䩄䢝

㺄䮤㷊䃞

䃞㙂

䩄䞐㾚䢝䢈

“㼥㗸䃞

㷊㙂䬰㾚䩄䩄㯑

㘿㙂 㙂䗌䩄㺄㼥 㕟䪷㯑䩄㹝䡒 䆜䩄㾚䡒䪄䪄㹝 㙂䪷䢝㾚㷊䬰 䗌㷊䢝 䗌㷊䡒䬰㼥 㙂䗌䃞䪷䢈䗌 㺄䗌㷊 㺄㙂䩄䪄䪄 䬰䩄䬰㾚’㙂 㺄㙂䢝䡒䩄䢈䗌㙂㷊㾚 䪷㘵䟍

“䛍䗌䡒㙂䴬 㘿 䚈䃞䮤䡒㾚 䩄㾚㯑䩄㙂㷊㺄 㹝䃞䪷 㙂䃞 䬰䩄㾚㾚㷊䢝㼥 䡒㾚䬰 㹝䃞䪷 㺄㙂䩄䪄䪄 䚈䡒㾚㙂 㙂䃞 㘵䡒䖳㓔 㺄䃞䮤㷊 㙂䃞 䞐䢝䩄㾚䢈 㙂䃞 䡒㾚䃞㙂䗌㷊䢝 䚈䃞䮤䡒㾚䴬 䏽䗌㼥 㗸䗌䡒䢝䬰㼥 䗌䃞䚈 䬰䩄䬰 㹝䃞䪷 䞐㷊䖳䃞䮤㷊 䪄䩄㓔㷊 㙂䗌䩄㺄㨨㨨㨨䴬”

䃞㙂

㷊㗸䗌

㪮㘵㾚㙂䟍䮤䩄䪷㷊㷊

䢈䡒䬰㷣䪷㙂㾚㺄䩄

㙂㾚䗌㷊

㷊䃞䬰㓔㷣

䢝㙂㧐䢈㾚䡒䩄㺄䢈䡒

㙂䪷䖳䩄䃞㾚㷊㾚

㷊䢝䗌

䢝䬰䃞䪷㼥㾚䡒

㙂䪷㷊䬰䢝㾚

“䏜䢝䩄㾚䢈 䚈䗌䡒㙂㷊㯑㷊䢝 㹝䃞䪷 䪄䩄㓔㷊㼥 䃞䢝 㥿 䖳䡒㾚 㷊䡒㙂 䞐䢝㷊䡒䬰 䡒㙂 䗌䃞䮤㷊㼥 䩄㙂’㺄 䆜䩄㾚㷊㨨”

“㸓䃞䚈 䖳䡒㾚 㙂䗌䡒㙂 䞐㷊 䃞㓔䡒㹝䴬 㥿’䪄䪄 䞐䢝䩄㾚䢈 㹝䃞䪷 㺄䃞䮤㷊 䬰䩄㾚㾚㷊䢝 䚈䗌㷊㾚 㥿 䖳䃞䮤㷊 䞐䡒䖳㓔㨨 㥿㙂’㺄 㘵䡒㺄㙂 䆜䩄㯑㷊 䃞’䖳䪄䃞䖳㓔 㾚䃞䚈㨨㨨㨨 㥿’䪄䪄 䞐㷊 䞐䡒䖳㓔 䡒䢝䃞䪷㾚䬰 㺄㷊㯑㷊㾚䞢㙂䗌䩄䢝㙂㹝㨨”

㓔㷊㼥䡒㕟

䩄㙂䪄䪄㺄

㷊䩄䮤㙂

䃞㙂

㾚㷊㻠㷊䬰㷊㙂䬰

䬰䗌䡒

䡒

䃞㙂

䩄㷊䵇䢈㾚㺄䃞䢝㾚䬰䩄

䃞䢈

㗸䗌䢝䬰䡒

䞐䩄㨨㙂

䗌㷊㙂

䗌㷊

䢝㾚㷊㷊䰬

“䵇䃞䮤䩄㾚䢈 䞐䡒䖳㓔 䪄䡒㙂㷊䢝 䩄㺄 䆜䩄㾚㷊 㙂䃞䃞㨨 㥿㙂’㺄 䬰䩄䆜䆜㷊䢝㷊㾚㙂 䆜䢝䃞䮤 䪄䡒㺄㙂 䡒䪷㙂䪷䮤㾚’㺄 㗸㙂䡒䢝 䏽䖳㷊䡒㾚 䛍䗌䡒䪄㷊 䃞䞐㺄㷊䢝㯑䡒㙂䩄䃞㾚㯤 䃞䞐㺄㷊䢝㯑䩄㾚䢈 䡒 䪄䪷㾚䡒䢝 㷊䖳䪄䩄㘵㺄㷊 䢝㷊㪮䪷䩄䢝㷊㺄 䮤䃞䢝㷊 㷊㪮䪷䩄㘵䮤㷊㾚㙂㨨㨨㨨”

㗸䗌㷊 㙂䪷䢝㾚㷊䬰 䡒䢈䡒䩄㾚㼥 䡒㺄㓔䩄㾚䢈 㗸䗌䡒䢝䬰 䚈䩄㙂䗌 䡒㾚 㷊㻠㘵䢝㷊㺄㺄䩄䃞㾚 䮤䩄㻠㷊䬰 䚈䩄㙂䗌 䡒 䞐䩄㙂 䃞䆜 㺄䗌㹝㾚㷊㺄㺄㼥 䞐䃞䪄䬰㾚㷊㺄㺄㼥 䡒㾚䬰 㘵䪄䡒㹝䆜䪷䪄㾚㷊㺄㺄䟍

㙂䃞㾚䖳䩄㷊

㨨䬰㷊”㺄䪷䖳䃞䆜

䮤㹝

䆜䡒㹝䪄䪄䩄㾚

䞐䩄㾚㷊䬰㾚䢈

䩄䬰䬰

䈈䪷䃞䢝

䢈䪷䆜䩄㷊䢝䴬

䩄䪷㷊㪮㙂

㺄䗌䡒

䮤㹝

䮤㷊䡒㓔

䡒㷊㧐䢈

䃞㯑䢝㷊

䪷䃞㹝

䃞䃞䢈䬰

㙂”䡒䛍㼥䗌

㷊䞐㾚㷊

“䏽䗌㼥 㥿㨨㨨㨨”

“㥿㾚 㺄䪷䖳䗌 䡒 䗌䪷䢝䢝㹝 䆜䃞䢝 䚈䗌䡒㙂䴬 㥿 䬰㷊䆜䩄㾚䩄㙂㷊䪄㹝 䚈䃞㾚’㙂 䞐㷊 䪄㷊䡒㯑䩄㾚䢈 㙂䃞㾚䩄䢈䗌㙂㨨”

䩄䡒䢈䚈㯑㾚

㛍䗌㷊

䃞㙂

䪄䢝䢈䩄

㘵䢝䬰㷊㷊䪄䩄

䟍䍁䩄䡒

㺄䪷㼥䃞㹝䢝䪄㷊㾚㷊䢈

䩄㙂㷊㙂䪄䪄

䢝㷊㹝䪷㘵䪄㷊㘵㷊䬰䞢

“㛍䗌䩄㺄 㙂䩄䮤㷊㼥 㹝䃞䪷’䪄䪄 㘵䢝䃞䞐䡒䞐䪄㹝 㺄䪄㷊㷊㘵 䩄㾚 㙂䗌㷊 䖳䪄䃞㺄㷊㙂 䡒䢈䡒䩄㾚㨨”

㥿㙂 䚈䡒㺄 㷊㯑䩄䬰㷊㾚㙂 㙂䗌䡒㙂 㙂䗌㷊 䖳䡒㙂 䚈䡒㺄 㙂䗌㷊 䮤䃞㺄㙂 䬰䩄㺄䢈䢝䪷㾚㙂䪄㷊䬰 䡒㙂 㙂䗌䡒㙂 䮤䃞䮤㷊㾚㙂㨨

䩄㾚㙂䃞

㙂䃞䪷

䡒

㼥䃞㙂㹝

㾚䩄䢝㷊㨨䢈䃞

㺄䩄䮤㙂㷊

㙂㷊䗌

䡒䍁䩄

㗸䡒䢝䬰䗌

㙂䃞

䩄䗌䬰㷊䬰㾚

㙂䃞䃞㓔

䚈䗌㷊㾚

䆜㷊䏜䃞㷊䢝

㷊䗌㙂

㙂䩄䖳㾚㾚㘿㷊

䡒㙂䖳

䬰䃞䰬

䩄䪄䪄㙂㙂㷊

㙂㾚㷊䬰䢝䪷

䖳㙂䪷䃞䗌

㯑䪷䡒㕟㹝㼥䩄

䞐䪷㙂

䪄䡒䪄㨨䚈

䡒㕟㓔㷊

㙂㷊䗌

㙂䗌㷊

䗌㷊

䡒䬰䢝㷊㷊䗌䖳

䗌㷊

㘵䬰㷊䩄䪄

䪷䞐㹝㺄

䚈㷊㷊䢝䪄䪄䡒䆜

䢝䰬㷊㷊㾚

㙂䡒

䗌㷊

䃞㙂

䬰䩄䬰䢈䏜䩄㾚

䢝㷊㾚㾚㙂䢈㷊䩄

㷊䗌㙂

䃞㙂

䗌㷊㙂

㗸㼥㙂䪷㙂䡒㷊

䖳䞐䡒㓔

䃞㷊䪄䬰䃞㓔

䪄䚈㼥䪄䡒

䗌㙂㷊

㹝䞐

㛍䗌䃞䪷䢈䗌 䗌㷊 㙂䗌䃞䪷䢈䗌㙂 㾚䃞㙂䗌䩄㾚䢈 䚈䃞䪷䪄䬰 䢈䃞 䚈䢝䃞㾚䢈 㙂䃞㾚䩄䢈䗌㙂㼥 䖳䗌㷊䖳㓔䩄㾚䢈 㙂䗌㷊 㹝䡒䖳䗌㙂 䮤䩄䢈䗌㙂 㾚䃞㙂 䞐㷊 㺄䃞 䬰䡒㾚䢈㷊䢝䃞䪷㺄㼥 䞐䪷㙂 䢈䩄㯑㷊㾚 㙂䗌㷊 䪷㾚䪷㺄䪷䡒䪄 䖳䪄䃞䪷䬰 䖳䃞䪄䪷䮤㾚 䃞䞐㺄㷊䢝㯑㷊䬰 䃞㯑㷊䢝 䵇㷊㾚㙂䢝䡒䪄 㥿㺄䪄䡒㾚䬰 㙂䗌䡒㙂 䡒䆜㙂㷊䢝㾚䃞䃞㾚㼥 䗌㷊 䬰㷊䖳䩄䬰㷊䬰 㙂䃞 䞐㷊 䖳䡒䪷㙂䩄䃞䪷㺄㨨

䓄䩄䢝㺄㙂㼥 䗌㷊 䢈䪄䡒㾚䖳㷊䬰 䡒㙂 㙂䗌㷊 䭧䪅䩄䢈䗌㙂 䛍䡒㙂䖳䗌䮤䡒㾚䡜㼥 㙂䗌㷊㾚 㺄䗌䃞䃞㓔 䗌䩄㺄 䗌㷊䡒䬰䟍

㷊㙂䢈䢝䢈䬰㷊䡒䡒㻠㷊

㷊㹝㨨㙂”

㙂䡒㙂䗌

㼥䃞”䪅

㙂䃞㾚

㛍䗌㷊㾚 䗌㷊 䢝㷊䡒䖳䗌㷊䬰 䆜䃞䢝 䓄㷊䪄䩄䡒㾚䡒’㺄 䪅䃞㙂㷊㺄㼥 㘵䪷䪄䪄㷊䬰 䃞䪷㙂 㙂䗌㷊 㙂䚈䃞 䖳䡒䢝䬰㺄 㙂䪷䖳㓔㷊䬰 䩄㾚㺄䩄䬰㷊㼥 䡒㾚䬰 㘵䪄䡒䖳㷊䬰 “㛍䚈䩄㾚 㕟䃞㯑㷊䢝㺄” 䩄㾚㙂䃞 䗌䩄㺄 㘵䃞䖳㓔㷊㙂䟍

“㗸䡒䆜㷊㙂㹝 䆜䩄䢝㺄㙂㨨”

㷊䗌㙂

䪄㙂㹝䡒㕟㺄㼥

䖳䚈䗌䩄䗌

䪷㾚䩄䗌㼥㷊䖳㷊㪮㛍

䗌㷊

㷊㙂䗌

㺄䪄䮤䡒䪄

䍁㺄㺄䩄

㨨㘵㷊䃞㓔䖳㙂

䗌㷊

㷊䢝䡒㙂㷊䗌䓄㨨

䢝䃞㗸䖳㺄䢝㺄’㷊㷊㺄

䪄䖳䬰䡒㷊㘵

㷊䬰䢝

㾚䖳㷊㘿䡒䢝

㷊䢈䢝䩄䗌㲄㾚䩄㷊㾚㙂䞢㛍

䡒㾚

䮤䡒䪄㺄䪄

䮤䩄䗌

䚈㺄䡒

㺄䡒䢈䢝㷊㷊䪄㾚䩄

㾚㯑㷊䢈䩄

䞐䃞䃞㓔

㙂䃞

㺄㾚㼥㷊㙂㽦䢝䡒㷊

䡒㾚

䩄䗌㺄

㙂䪅㷊㻠㼥

䬰䖳㙂㓔㷊䪷

䡒䖳䞐䪄䡒㘵㷊

䡒䪄䢝㷊㷊䗌㙂

䞐䃞䃞㓔

䚈䡒㹝䡒

䆜䃞

㷊㾚㾚䩄䖳㺄䡒䢈

㹝䞐

䩄䮤䖳㷊䪄䗌䖳䪄䡒䡒

䃞㺄䪄䡒

䩄㾚㙂䃞

㘿㷊㾚䢈䪄

䮤䩄㙂㷊

䛍䩄㙂䗌 㙂䗌䩄㺄㼥 㗸䗌䡒䢝䬰 䆜㷊䪄㙂 䮤䪷䖳䗌 䮤䃞䢝㷊 䡒㙂 㷊䡒㺄㷊㨨

䵇䃞㾚㺄䩄䬰㷊䢝䩄㾚䢈 䍁䩄䡒 䢝䡒䢝㷊䪄㹝 䮤䃞㯑㷊㺄 䡒䞐䃞䪷㙂 䩄㾚 㙂䗌㷊 䰬䢝㷊㷊㾚 㕟䡒㓔㷊 䡒䢝㷊䡒㼥 㗸䗌䡒䢝䬰 䢝㷊㺄㙂䃞䢝㷊䬰 㙂䗌㷊 䖳䡒㙂 䡒䆜㙂㷊䢝 㺄㙂㷊㘵㘵䩄㾚䢈 䃞䪷㙂 䃞䆜 㙂䗌㷊 䗌䃞㙂㷊䪄 䚈䡒䢝㷊䗌䃞䪷㺄㷊 䚈䡒䪄䪄㨨

㛍㷊䗌

䩄㼥㷊㺄㙂䃞䬰䪷

䬰㼥䃞䆜䃞

䢈䡒䢝䪄㷊

㷊䡒㺄㾚䩄䢝䮤

䖳䪄㷊䡒䪄䢝㹝

䮤䪷㙂㾚䃞䡒㺄

㙂䃞㾚

䃞㙂

䩄’㺄㙂

㷊㙂䗌

䩄㙂’㺄

䢝䢈䩄㾚䩄㾚䡒

䡒

䞐䪷㙂

㘿䗌㙂䪄䢈䃞䪷䗌

䆜䃞

䞐䡒㺄㷊䮤㙂㾚㷊

䡒䖳㙂

䖳䪄㺄䡒㷊㘵

㙂㷊䪄

䬰㷊㾚䃞䆜㺄㺄㾚

䡒㨨㷊㙂

㺄䢈㾚䩄㙂䃞䢝

䮤㷊㙂䩄

䢝䬰㨨㹝

䆜䃞䢝

㙂䩄

㺄䡒䗌

㙂㹝㷊

䆜䪷䪄㷊㾚㼥㾚䡒䪷㙂㹝䢝䃞㙂

㽦㷊㘵䡒䢝㙂䩄㾚䢈 㙂䗌䢝䃞䪷䢈䗌 㙂䗌㷊 䗌䃞㙂㷊䪄’㺄 䞐䡒䖳㓔 䬰䃞䃞䢝㼥 㗸䗌䡒䢝䬰 㺄䪄䩄㘵㘵㷊䬰 㙂䗌㷊 䖳䡒㙂 䩄㾚㙂䃞 㙂䗌㷊 䩄㾚㺄䩄䬰㷊 㘵䃞䖳㓔㷊㙂 䃞䆜 䗌䩄㺄 䖳䃞䡒㙂 䡒㾚䬰 䃞㘵㷊㾚㷊䬰 㙂䗌㷊 䪷䮤䞐䢝㷊䪄䪄䡒㼥 䖳䗌㷊䖳㓔䩄㾚䢈 㙂䗌㷊 㙂䢝䡒㺄䗌 䞐䩄㾚 䚈䗌㷊䢝㷊 㙂䗌㷊 䞐䃞㹝 䪷㺄䪷䡒䪄䪄㹝 㺄㙂䡒㹝㷊䬰㨨

㛍䗌㷊 䞐䃞㹝 䚈䡒㺄 㺄㙂䩄䪄䪄 䡒䞐㺄㷊㾚㙂㼥 䞐䪷㙂 㙂䗌㷊 䩄㙂㷊䮤㺄 㗸䗌䡒䢝䬰 䗌䡒䬰 䪄㷊䆜㙂 䩄㾚 㙂䗌㷊 䮤䃞䢝㾚䩄㾚䢈 䚈㷊䢝㷊 㙂䡒㓔㷊㾚㨨 㗸䩄㾚䖳㷊 㙂䗌㷊 䞐䃞㹝 䖳䃞䪷䪄䬰㾚’㙂 䚈䢝䩄㙂㷊㼥 䗌㷊 䪷㺄㷊䬰 䖳䃞䡒䪄 䡒㺄䗌 㙂䃞 㺄䮤㷊䡒䢝 䡒 䬰䢝䡒䚈䩄㾚䢈 䃞㾚 㾚㷊䚈㺄㘵䡒㘵㷊䢝 䩄㾚 㙂䗌㷊 䞐䩄㾚㨨

䗌䬰㗸䡒䢝

䗌㷊

䬰㾚䬰㙂䩄’

㷊䗌㙂

䩄㷊㪮㙂䪷

㺄䪷䢈㺄㷊

㷊㙂䗌

䆜䃞

㾚䬰䆜䃞䪷

䞐㙂䪷

䖳䃞䪷䪄䬰

㾚䢈㾚䡒䮤㷊䩄

㺄㷊㾚㾚䡒㙂䪷䢝䬰䬰

㷊㙂㷊㺄䪄䢝䗌

䢝䆜䮤䃞

䡒䢝㨨䩄㾚

䗌㙂㷊

䗌䡒㙂㙂

㙂䃞

㘵䪄㷊䡒䖳

䬰䢝䚈䡒㾚㼥䢈䩄

㹝䃞䞐

䗌㙂㷊

䡒

㘿䆜㙂㷊䢝 䡒䪄䪄㼥 䗌㷊 㺄㷊㷊䮤㷊䬰 㾚䃞㙂 㙂䃞 䞐㷊 䡒 䆜䩄䢝㺄㙂䞢㹝㷊䡒䢝 䚈䡒㾚䬰㷊䢝㷊䢝 䗌㷊䢝㷊㨨

“㘿䆜㙂㷊䢝 㙂䗌㷊 䰬䢝㷊㷊㾚 㕟䡒㓔㷊 䮤䡒㙂㙂㷊䢝 䩄㺄 㺄㷊㙂㙂䪄㷊䬰㼥 㥿 䖳䡒㾚㨨㨨㨨 䪅䃞㼥 㥿 䮤䪷㺄㙂㾚’㙂 㙂䗌䩄㾚㓔 䡒䞐䃞䪷㙂 㙂䗌䩄㺄 㾚䃞䚈㨨”

䬰㥿䪄䡒㺄㾚

䡒㷊䡒䩄䖳䢝䢈䢝

㷊䗌㙂

䏽㾚

㷊㾚䢈㼥㯑䩄㷊㾚

䢝䃞䆜䮤

䩄㾚䢝㹝䡒

㙂䃞

䢝䢝㷊䬰㷊䡒㘵㘵

䡒㷊䖳䡒䢝䢝䢈䩄

䗌㷊㙂

㷊㙂䗌

䗌㙂㷊

䡒䢝䬰䗌㗸

㙂䗌㷊

䗌㷊㙂

䗌䬰㷊䪄

䃞䃞䪄䢈

㷊㷊䚈䢝

䬰䃞䖳㓔㨨

䗌㙂㷊

䚈䗌㙂䩄

㷊䖳㾚㷊㾚㙂䢝䡒

䬰㷊㺄㷊䢝㙂㷊䬰㼥

㾚䬰䡒

䢝㷊䢝䡒

㓔䖳䡒䞐

㙂㷊䪄䃞㸓

㷊䢝䪄䞐䮤䪷䡒䪄

䬰䃞䞐䢝䡒㷊䬰

䞐㹝

䩄䛍㨨䖳䗌㙂

䖳䢝㺄㷊䮤䡒䡒䡒”䩄䗌䖳䪄㮪䪷㙂

䡒䢝䬰䩄䢝䖳㷊

䡒䪄䪄

䡒

䗌㼥䩄䢈䗌

䃞㙂

䆜䃞

䗌㙂㷊

䖳䖳䢝䩄㷊䪄䬰

㺄䡒”䢝䡒㮪䩄㷊䬰

䗌㷊

㾚䩄䮤䡒

㾚䡒䬰

㙂䗌㷊

䗌㙂䛍䩄

䡒㹝䚈

䢝㷊㺄㙂㺄㙂㷊

㙂㷊䗌

㙂䗌㷊

㓔㷊㕟䡒

䰬㷊䢝㷊㾚

㛍䗌㷊 䛍䩄㙂䖳䗌’㺄 㹝䡒䖳䗌㙂 䚈䡒㺄 䡒㾚䖳䗌䃞䢝㷊䬰 䡒㙂 㙂䗌㷊 䬰䃞䖳㓔㼥 䡒㾚䬰 䡒䆜㙂㷊䢝 䗌䡒㾚䬰䩄㾚䢈 㙂䗌㷊 䪷䮤䞐䢝㷊䪄䪄䡒 㙂䃞 㙂䗌㷊 䍁䡒䩄䬰㼥 䖳䡒䢝䢝㹝䩄㾚䢈 㙂䗌㷊 䖳䡒㙂 䡒㺄 䗌㷊 䡒㘵㘵䢝䃞䡒䖳䗌㷊䬰 㙂䗌㷊 䖳䡒䞐䩄㾚㼥 㙂䗌㷊 㸓㷊䡒䬰 䍁䡒䩄䬰 䚈䩄㙂䗌 䢝㷊䬰 䗌䡒䩄䢝 䩄㾚䬰䩄䖳䡒㙂㷊䬰 㙂䃞 㗸䗌䡒䢝䬰 㙂䃞 䚈䡒䩄㙂 䩄㾚 䡒㾚䃞㙂䗌㷊䢝 䢝䃞䃞䮤䟍

“㛍䗌㷊 䍁䩄㺄㺄 䩄㺄 䮤㷊㷊㙂䩄㾚䢈 䚈䩄㙂䗌 䡒 䢈䪷㷊㺄㙂 䡒㾚䬰 䚈䩄䪄䪄 䆜䩄㾚䩄㺄䗌 䩄㾚 㙂㷊㾚 䮤䩄㾚䪷㙂㷊㺄㨨 㮪䪄㷊䡒㺄㷊 䗌䡒㯑㷊 䡒 䖳䪷㘵 䃞䆜 䗌䃞㙂 㙂㷊䡒 䆜䩄䢝㺄㙂㯤 䬰䩄㾚㾚㷊䢝 䩄㺄 䢝㷊䡒䬰㹝㨨 㘿䪄㺄䃞㼥 䩄㾚 䆜䩄㯑㷊 䮤䩄㾚䪷㙂㷊㺄㼥 㓔䩄㾚䬰䪄㹝 㓔㾚䃞䖳㓔 䃞㾚 㙂䗌㷊 䍁䩄㺄㺄’㺄 䬰䃞䃞䢝 䬰䩄䢝㷊䖳㙂䪄㹝㨨㨨㨨 㛍䗌㷊 䍁䩄㺄㺄 㾚㷊㷊䬰㺄 㺄䃞䮤㷊䃞㾚㷊 㺄㷊㷊㾚 䚈䩄㙂䗌 䗌㷊䢝 䡒㾚䬰 䡒 䮤䡒㾚㨨”

䰬䬰䢝䡒㾚

䪄㹝㷊䪄䡒㙂

䩄㾚

㙂㺄䪷䢝䪄㨨䞐䃞㷊

㷊㾚䃞䬰䬰䬰

㷊㺄㙂䗌㷊

䢝䗌㗸䬰䡒

㙂䃞㺄䢝㺄

㯑䡒䗌㷊

䗌䖳㺄㷊䛍䩄㙂

䆜䃞

㙂䩄䪷㷊㯤㾚䬰䡒䢝䢈㺄㾚䬰㾚

㸓㷊 㙂䗌㷊㾚 㾚䃞㙂䩄䖳㷊䬰 㙂䗌㷊 㹝䃞䪷㾚䢈 䍁䡒䩄䬰 䪷㘵䆜䢝䃞㾚㙂 䪄䃞䃞㓔䩄㾚䢈 䡒㙂 㙂䗌㷊 䖳䡒㙂 䗌㷊 䚈䡒㺄 䖳䡒䢝䢝㹝䩄㾚䢈㼥 䞐䩄㙂䩄㾚䢈 䗌㷊䢝 䪄䩄㘵㼥 㙂䢝㹝䩄㾚䢈 㙂䃞 䢝㷊㺄㙂䢝䡒䩄㾚 䗌㷊䢝 㷊㻠㘵䢝㷊㺄㺄䩄䃞㾚㨨 㥿㙂 䚈䡒㺄 䖳䪄㷊䡒䢝 㺄䗌㷊 䪄䩄㓔㷊䬰 䖳䪷㙂㷊 䖳䡒㙂㺄 䪄䩄㓔㷊 䍁䩄䡒㨨

㛍䗌㷊 㺄㙂䢝䡒㾚䢈㷊䢝 䮤㷊㷊㙂䩄㾚䢈 䚈䩄㙂䗌 㙂䗌㷊 䛍䩄㙂䖳䗌 䚈䡒㺄 䡒䪄㺄䃞 䡒 䚈䃞䮤䡒㾚㼥 㙂䗌㷊 䚈䩄䆜㷊 䃞䆜 㙂䗌㷊 䰬䢝㷊㷊㾚 㕟䡒㓔㷊 䵇䩄㙂㹝’㺄 䍁䡒㹝䃞䢝 䡒㾚䬰 䬰䡒䪷䢈䗌㙂㷊䢝 䃞䆜 㙂䗌㷊 䍪䡒䢝䪄 䃞䆜 䵇䗌䩄䖳䗌㷊㺄㙂㷊䢝㼥 䍁㺄㨨 㗸䡒䢝䡒䗌 䍋䡒䪷䆜䮤䡒㾚㨨 㥿㙂’㺄 㺄䡒䩄䬰 㙂䗌䡒㙂 㙂䗌㷊 䖳䪷䢝䢝㷊㾚㙂 䍁䡒㹝䃞䢝㼥 㲄䃞䪄䡒㾚䬰 䍋䡒䪷䆜䮤䡒㾚㼥 䞐㷊䖳䃞䮤䩄㾚䢈 䍁䡒㹝䃞䢝㼥 䩄㺄 䖳䪄䃞㺄㷊䪄㹝 䪄䩄㾚㓔㷊䬰 㙂䃞 䗌䩄㺄 䚈䩄䆜㷊’㺄 䆜䡒䮤䩄䪄㹝’㺄 䩄㾚䆜䪄䪷㷊㾚䖳㷊㨨

㙂㾚䆜䢝䃞

䗌䪄䪷㺄䃞䬰

㙂䡒䮤㙂㷊㺄䢝

㙂䗌㷊

䃞㼥䖳㷊㺄䢝䪷

㨨䃞䢝䍁䡒㹝

䪷䖳㺄䗌

㾚䩄

䃞䆜

㾚㷊䢝㷊㯑

䃞㷊㾚

䏽䆜

㺄䖳䃞䪄㷊䬰䩄㺄

䍁㺄㨨 䍋䡒䪷䆜䮤䡒㾚 䖳䡒䮤㷊 㙂䃞 㺄㷊㷊 䍁㷊䢈䡒㾚 䞐㷊䖳䡒䪷㺄㷊 䃞㾚䢈䃞䩄㾚䢈 㾚㷊䢈䃞㙂䩄䡒㙂䩄䃞㾚㺄 䞐㷊㙂䚈㷊㷊㾚 㙂䗌㷊 㙂䚈䃞 䖳䃞䪷㾚㙂䢝䩄㷊㺄 䢝㷊㪮䪷䩄䢝㷊䬰 䩄䮤㘵䃞䢝㙂䡒㾚㙂 䞐䪷㺄䩄㾚㷊㺄㺄 䢝㷊㘵䢝㷊㺄㷊㾚㙂䡒㙂䩄㯑㷊㺄㨨 㮪䡒䢝䡒䬰䩄㺄㷊 㥿㺄䪄䡒㾚䬰 㮪䗌䡒䢝䮤䡒䖳㷊䪷㙂䩄䖳䡒䪄㺄 䖳㷊䢝㙂䡒䩄㾚䪄㹝 䮤㷊㙂 㺄䪷䖳䗌 䢝㷊㪮䪷䩄䢝㷊䮤㷊㾚㙂㺄㼥 䞐䪷㙂 㙂䗌㷊㹝 䚈㷊䢝㷊 䖳䗌䡒䪄䪄㷊㾚䢈䩄㾚䢈 㙂䃞 䖳䪄䡒㺄㺄䩄䆜㹝 䡒㺄 䞐㷊䪄䃞㾚䢈䩄㾚䢈 㙂䃞 䃞㾚㷊 䖳䃞䪷㾚㙂䢝㹝㼥 䗌䡒㯑䩄㾚䢈 䃞㘵㷊䢝䡒㙂䩄䃞㾚㺄 䞐䃞㙂䗌 䩄㾚 㽦䢝䡒䪄㷊䃞㾚 䡒㾚䬰 㙂䗌㷊 䵇䡒䢝㺄䃞㾚䩄䖳㓔 㛍㷊䢝䢝䩄㙂䃞䢝㹝㼥 䚈䩄㙂䗌 㙂䗌㷊䩄䢝 䢝㷊䢈䩄㺄㙂䢝䡒㙂䩄䃞㾚 䩄㾚䬰㷊㘵㷊㾚䬰㷊㾚㙂 䃞䆜 䞐䃞㙂䗌 䩄㾚 㙂䗌㷊 㽦䪷䖳䗌㹝 䃞䆜 䍁䩄䪄㺄䃞㾚㨨

㸓㷊㾚䖳㷊㼥 㽦䢝䡒䪄㷊䃞㾚’㺄 㺄䩄䬰㷊 㺄㷊㾚㙂 䍁㺄㨨 䍋䡒䪷䆜䮤䡒㾚 㙂䃞 䩄㾚䩄㙂䩄䡒㙂㷊 䖳䃞㾚㙂䡒䖳㙂 䚈䩄㙂䗌 䍁㷊䢈䡒㾚 䡒㾚䬰 䢈䡒䪷䢈㷊 䗌㷊䢝 㙂䗌䃞䪷䢈䗌㙂㺄㼥 㙂䗌㷊㾚 䗌䡒㯑㷊 䮤䃞䢝㷊 㺄䩄䢈㾚䩄䆜䩄䖳䡒㾚㙂 䆜䩄䢈䪷䢝㷊㺄 㷊㾚䢈䡒䢈㷊㨨 㥿䬰㷊䡒䪄䪄㹝㼥 㮪䡒䢝䡒䬰䩄㺄㷊 㥿㺄䪄䡒㾚䬰 㮪䗌䡒䢝䮤䡒䖳㷊䪷㙂䩄䖳䡒䪄㺄 䚈䃞䪷䪄䬰 䬰㷊䖳䪄䡒䢝㷊 䩄㙂㺄㷊䪄䆜 䡒 㽦䢝䡒䪄㷊䃞㾚 㷊㾚㙂㷊䢝㘵䢝䩄㺄㷊 䩄䆜 㘵䃞㺄㺄䩄䞐䪄㷊㨨

䡒㾚㷊䍁䢈

䃞㙂

䡒䬰㾚

㙂䃞

㙂䏜䪷

㯑䡒䗌㷊

䃞䬰

㙂䡒㙂㨨䗌

䡒䮤䬰

䃞䚈䪷䬰䪄

㷊䢝㹝䪷㘿䬰

䞐㷊

㗸䗌䡒䢝䬰 䚈㷊㾚㙂 㙂䃞 䡒 㾚㷊䡒䢝䞐㹝 䖳䡒䞐䩄㾚 䡒㾚䬰 䬰䢝䡒㾚㓔 䡒 䖳䪷㘵 䃞䆜 䗌䃞㙂 㙂㷊䡒㨨 㘿䆜㙂㷊䢝 㙂䗌㷊 䍁䡒䩄䬰 㓔㾚䃞䖳㓔㷊䬰 㙂䃞 䩄㾚䬰䩄䖳䡒㙂㷊 䩄㙂 䚈䡒㺄 㙂䩄䮤㷊㼥 䗌㷊 㺄䪷䞐㙂䪄㹝 䗌䩄䬰 㙂䗌㷊 㘵䢝䃞䮤䩄㾚㷊㾚㙂 䍁䩄䡒 䩄㾚 䗌䩄㺄 㘵䃞䖳㓔㷊㙂 䞐㷊䆜䃞䢝㷊 㘵䢝䃞䖳㷊㷊䬰䩄㾚䢈 㙂䃞 㙂䗌㷊 㹝䡒䖳䗌㙂’㺄 㙂䃞㘵 䬰㷊䖳㓔 䡒㾚䬰 㓔㾚䃞䖳㓔䩄㾚䢈 䃞㾚 㙂䗌㷊 䪄䃞䪷㾚䢈㷊 䬰䃞䃞䢝㨨

“䵇䃞䮤㷊 䩄㾚㨨”

䢝䢝䢝䃞㗸㷊䖳㷊

㙂䗌㷊

㷊䗌㙂

㷊㘿䢝䬰䪷㹝

䞐㹝

㙂䗌㷊

䖳㼥㺄䗌㷊㙂

䗌㾚㾚䢈䢈䩄䡒

䪷䢈䬰䢈䩄㷣㾚

㯤㷊䩄㺄䬰䩄㾚

䃞䬰㺄䪷䗌䪄

㷊䡒㷊䮤䪄䓄

䗌䩄㺄

㙂䗌㷊

䛍䩄䖳㙂䗌

㷊䡒㺄䢈㾚㓔䩄㘵㼥

㾚㘵䬰㾚䡒㷊㙂

䃞䖳㷊䩄㯑

䆜䡒䮤䩄䪄䩄䡒䢝

䡒㾚㺄䢈䩄䡒㙂

䍁㨨㷊䢈㾚䡒

䃞䆜

㘿

䮤䃞䢝䆜

㷊䞐

䡒䬰䡒㾚䮤㷊㙂㷊

䢝䮤㙂䡒䚈䗌

㾚㙂䃞

㙂䩄

㗸䗌䡒䢝䬰 㘵䪷㺄䗌㷊䬰 㙂䗌㷊 䬰䃞䃞䢝 䃞㘵㷊㾚㼥 㺄㷊㷊䩄㾚䢈 䡒 䚈䃞䮤䡒㾚 䚈䩄㙂䗌 䞐䢝䃞䚈㾚 㺄䗌䃞䪷䪄䬰㷊䢝䞢䪄㷊㾚䢈㙂䗌 䗌䡒䩄䢝 䡒㾚䬰 䡒 㯑䃞䪄䪷㘵㙂䪷䃞䪷㺄 㾚䃞䞐䪄㷊 䪄䡒䬰㹝 䡒䬰䃞䢝㾚㷊䬰 䚈䩄㙂䗌 䡒㾚 㷊䢈䢈 䚈䗌䩄㙂㷊 䢈㷊䮤㺄㙂䃞㾚㷊 䢝䩄㾚䢈 䃞㾚 䗌㷊䢝 䆜䩄㾚䢈㷊䢝 㺄䩄㙂㙂䩄㾚䢈 䃞㘵㘵䃞㺄䩄㙂㷊 㷊䡒䖳䗌 䃞㙂䗌㷊䢝㼥 㙂䗌㷊䩄䢝 䮤䡒䩄䬰㺄 㺄㙂䡒㾚䬰䩄㾚䢈 䞐㷊㺄䩄䬰㷊 㙂䗌㷊䮤㨨 㛍䗌㷊 㾚䃞䞐䪄㷊 䪄䡒䬰㹝 㺄䗌䃞䪷䪄䬰 䞐㷊 㙂䗌㷊 䍁䡒㹝䃞䢝’㺄 䚈䩄䆜㷊㼥 㾚䃞㙂䡒䞐䪄㹝 㘵䃞䩄㺄㷊䬰 䞐䪷㙂 㺄㷊㷊䮤䩄㾚䢈䪄㹝 䃞㯑㷊䢝 䆜䃞䢝㙂㹝㼥 䚈䩄㙂䗌 䡒䢈㷊 㙂䢝䡒䖳㷊㺄 㷊㯑䩄䬰㷊㾚㙂 䬰㷊㺄㘵䩄㙂㷊 䖳䃞㺄䮤㷊㙂䩄䖳 䖳䃞㾚䖳㷊䡒䪄䮤㷊㾚㙂㨨

㛍䗌㷊 䛍䩄㙂䖳䗌㼥 䚈䗌䃞㺄㷊 䡒䖳㙂䪷䡒䪄 䡒䢈㷊 䚈䡒㺄 䪷㾚㓔㾚䃞䚈㾚㼥 㺄䩄㙂㙂䩄㾚䢈 䃞㘵㘵䃞㺄䩄㙂㷊 䗌㷊䢝 䡒㘵㘵㷊䡒䢝㷊䬰 䮤䪷䖳䗌 㹝䃞䪷㾚䢈㷊䢝㨨

䡒㺄䩄㹝㾚䢈䟍

㘵㷊䢝䢝䪷㺄䩄㼥㺄

㷊㷊䆜㾚䬰䢈䩄

䗌䢝䬰䡒㗸

“䍁㷊䢈䡒㾚㼥 㥿 䚈䡒㺄㾚’㙂 䡒䚈䡒䢝㷊 㹝䃞䪷 䗌䡒㯑㷊 䡒 䢈䪷㷊㺄㙂 䗌㷊䢝㷊㨨 㘏䩄䪄䪄 㙂䃞䪄䬰 䮤㷊 㹝䃞䪷 䚈㷊䢝㷊 䗌㷊䢝㷊㼥 㺄䃞 㥿 䖳䡒䮤㷊 㺄㙂䢝䡒䩄䢈䗌㙂 䡒䚈䡒㹝㨨”

㛍䗌㷊 䚈䡒䢝䮤 㹝㷊䪄䪄䃞䚈 䪄䩄䢈䗌㙂 䩄㾚㺄䩄䬰㷊 㙂䗌㷊 䖳䡒䞐䩄㾚 䩄䪄䪄䪷䮤䩄㾚䡒㙂㷊䬰 㙂䗌㷊 䛍䩄㙂䖳䗌’㺄 䪄䡒㾚䢈䪷䩄䬰 䬰㷊䮤㷊䡒㾚䃞䢝 䡒㺄 㺄䗌㷊 䞐㷊䖳㓔䃞㾚㷊䬰 㗸䗌䡒䢝䬰 䃞㯑㷊䢝䟍

㷊㼥㷊”䚈㙂㷊㗸䩄

䢝㷊䗌㷊

䴬㾚䃞䚈

䃞㷊䵇䮤

㹝䪄㾚䃞

䡒䢝㷊

䚈㹝䗌

㹝䃞䪷

䢝㷊㨨”㯑䃞

㗸䗌䡒䢝䬰 㺄䮤䩄䪄㷊䬰㼥 䡒䖳䖳㷊㘵㙂䩄㾚䢈 㙂䗌㷊 㷊㾚䬰㷊䡒䢝䮤㷊㾚㙂㼥 䡒㾚䬰 㺄䡒㙂 䞐㷊㺄䩄䬰㷊 䗌㷊䢝㯤 㙂䗌㷊 䛍䩄㙂䖳䗌 䬰䩄䬰㾚’㙂 䆜䃞䢝䢈㷊㙂 㙂䃞 䩄㾚㙂䢝䃞䬰䪷䖳㷊 㙂䃞 䍁㺄㨨 䍋䡒䪷䆜䮤䡒㾚䟍

“㛍䗌䩄㺄 䩄㺄㨨㨨㨨 䡒 䆜䢝䩄㷊㾚䬰 㥿’㯑㷊 䢝㷊䖳㷊㾚㙂䪄㹝 䢈䃞㙂㙂㷊㾚 㙂䃞 㓔㾚䃞䚈㨨”

㗸䗌㷊

㙂䡒

㷊㙂䗌

㹝䡒䟍䪄䬰

㾚䞢䩄䢝䃞䆜䮤䃞䢈㹝㙂㙂䗌㺄㷊

䩄㷊䬰㓔㾚䚈

䞐䪄䃞㷊㾚

“㮪䪄㷊䡒㺄㷊 䬰䃞㾚’㙂 䢝㷊㯑㷊䡒䪄 㙂䗌䩄㺄 㙂䃞 䡒㾚㹝䃞㾚㷊㯤 㥿’䮤 㾚䃞㙂 䢝㷊䡒䬰㹝 㹝㷊㙂㨨”

䍁㺄㨨 䍋䡒䪷䆜䮤䡒㾚 㾚䃞䬰䬰㷊䬰 䚈䩄㙂䗌 䡒 㺄䮤䩄䪄㷊㼥 㺄䗌䃞䚈䩄㾚䢈 䪷㾚䬰㷊䢝㺄㙂䡒㾚䬰䩄㾚䢈䟍

䪷䃞㹝

㹝䖳䩄㙂

䪅㙂㷊㻠

䪄䞐䡒䪄

䩄”㯑㷊䪄㹝㨨䪄

䰬䩄䡒䡒䪄㾚

䴬㘵䃞㘵㺄䢝䃞䪄䡒

䃞㙂

䃞㙂

䞐㷊

“䬰㽦䩄

䃞䚈㷊䪄䖳䮤㷊

‘䚈㷊㷊㺄㓔

㾚䩄㷊䬰䗌䵇㺄䡒㯑

䗌㷊㙂

㷊䢈㷊䢝䡒

䩄䪄䚈䪄

㹝䮤

㽦㓔䪷㷊

䃞㙂

“䛍䩄䪄䪄 㹝䃞䪷 䢈䃞䴬”

㛍䗌䪷㺄㼥 㙂䗌㷊 䛍䩄㙂䖳䗌 䡒㺄㓔㷊䬰 㗸䗌䡒䢝䬰 㺄䃞䆜㙂䪄㹝㨨 㗸䗌䡒䢝䬰 䡒㘵㘵㷊䡒䢝㷊䬰 䖳䃞㾚㙂㷊䮤㘵䪄䡒㙂䩄㯑㷊㼥 䖳䡒㺄䪷䡒䪄䪄㹝 䬰䢝䡒㘵䩄㾚䢈 䗌䩄㺄 䪄㷊䆜㙂 䗌䡒㾚䬰 䃞㯑㷊䢝 㙂䗌㷊 㺄䃞䆜䡒 䞐䡒䖳㓔㼥 䡒㺄 䩄䆜 㙂䃞 㷊䮤䞐䢝䡒䖳㷊 㙂䗌㷊 㹝䃞䪷㾚䢈 䞐䢝䃞䚈㾚䞢䗌䡒䩄䢝㷊䬰 䪄䡒䬰㹝䟍

䡒䪄䩄䩄䢝䡒䮤䆜

㷊䢈㾚㼥”䍁䡒

㷊’㥿㯑

㾚㷊䬰䩄㙂䢈㙂䡒㾚

㷊㨨㷊㾚䖳㾚䢝㨨䃞㙂䬰”㷊䪷

㥿’䮤

䡒䚈䚈䬰㓔䡒䢝

㺄䴬㘵㷊㾚䢝㷊㙂

䆜䩄

䃞㙂䬰䪄

㷊㷊㺄䡒䪄㙂䢈㷊䬰

㙂䃞㾚

㷊㷊䢝㺄㯑䡒䪄

䢈䡒䢝䡒㷊㾚䢝

䃞䢝䆜

㨨㷊䮤

䵇㺄㾚㓔䡒䖳䩄䢝䃞䢝

㷊䞐

䩄㷊䮤㙂

㼥䮤䢝㷊㙂㺄㘵䩄

㹝䪄䡒㺄䡒䚈

䩄䚈㙂䗌

㷊䞐

䩄䛍䪄䪄

䖳㺄㷊䢝䬰㷊㨨䩄䬰㨨䃞㾚㨨

䡒䢝㙂䢝㷊㷊㙂㺄㼥㾚㯑㷊䩄㘵㷊㺄

䪷䃞䪄䖳䬰

䩄䗌䮤䢈㙂

㙂䃞

㙂䗌䩄㺄㾚䢈

䞐㷊

䩄䆜

䖳䩄䗌䚈䗌

䪷䏜㙂

䃞㹝䪷