A Journey That Changed The World.
Chapter 1267: Nightflowers!

Chapter 1267: Nightflowers!

Some time passed by, and Archer was now tipsy as he drank enough ale to affect him. Halime raised an amused brow as she watched him before teasing him with a giggle. ''Careful, dragon boy. That stuff isn't for the faint of heart.''

He chuckled, a little slower than usual. ''Pfft, I can handle it gorgeous.''

Following that, he picked up the last bottle he had out and nearly tipped over before catching himself. Llyniel smirked, crossing her arms. ''Uh-huh. Says the handsome guy, who's swaying like a tree in a storm.''

Archer waved them off, taking another sip, only to misjudge and nearly miss his mouth. The two women exchanged knowing looks before bursting into laughter. Moments later, Halime took the bottle while speaking in an amused voice.

''No more for you. Why don't you come check the bed you made for us? It looks comfortable,'' she said with a giggle.

He nodded in agreement and attempted to stand, only to stumble as his balance was off. The women immediately moved to steady him but struggled under his weight. Llyniel let out a playful groan.

''Of course, it had to be us, two petite women trying to support a giant. Where is Teuila or Nala when you need them?'' she giggled, shooting Halime an exasperated look.

The snake woman smirked, adjusting her grip on him. ''Less complaining, more lifting girl. Let's get him to bed so we can go gather those plants.''

With a shared sigh and a few more stumbles, they half-dragged, half-guided Archer toward the villa, his tipsy mumblings only adding to their amusement. Five minutes later, he was resting on the bed.

''Let's go, Hali,'' the wood elf said in a cheerful voice. ''We can make him some tea for when he wakes up.''

After setting Archer into bed, Halime and Llyniel quietly leave the villa, leaving him to sleep off the dragon ale. Hours passed in peaceful silence until a series of deafening explosions shattered the peace.

He jolted awake when hearing the sound, heart pounding while thinking. 'What the hell is going on now?!'

Without hesitation, he teleported to Halime, expecting danger, only to find both women casually blasting a massive rock, their expressions focused as if this were completely normal, causing him to shake his head.

''What are you two doing?!'' he demanded, his sharp tone cutting through the air.

Both women shrieked in surprise, spinning around like guilty children caught mid-mischief. Llyniel nearly dropped her staff, while Halime quickly hid a glowing spell in her palm, laughing nervously.

''Oh, we found something and were trying to open it,'' the elf explained innocently, brushing dust off her hands.

Archer stared at them, running a hand down his face with an exhausted sigh. ''And it never occurred to you to come get me? Instead of nearly giving me a heart attack? I thought you were under attack!''

The brown-skinned beauty shrugged, glancing at the rock as if it were no big deal. ''Well, technically, we are attacking something...''

Llyniel nodded with an innocent smile. ''Yeah, just not the way you thought.''

Archer groaned, rubbing his temples. ''I swear, between the both of you and Sera, I'll be gray before my time.''

Halime grinned when hearing his words as she teased. ''Relax, dragon boy. I doubt you'll age much, so you're safe.''

The wood elf couldn't help but join in. ''If we don't blow you up first,'' she said with a mischievous giggle.

"I will now call you both gremlins, just like Seraphina," Archer replied while glancing around. ''Do you want me to destroy the boulder?''

The snake woman's eyes gleamed before nodding, ''Yes, please! And we're not gremlins. Don't lump us in with that demoness or she'll love it!'' she exclaimed.

''No! That dragon will terrorize us again. The last time it happened, we had to chase her out of the lab as she was teasing the test subjects,'' Llyniel revealed in a fed-up tone.

He started laughing when seeing the women's expressions, which was amusing, causing him to think, 'Sera is hilarious with her trolling. I'll pamper her soon.''

Without answering the wood elf, he approached the boulder and used Mana Manipulation to crush it into dust like it was nothing to him. Archer grunted because of the amount of energy he used up, causing him to look at his hand.

'Was that a spell? It seems so,' he mused. 'But the mana seems old.'

When Halime and Llyniel saw the boulder disappear, their excitement surged. They couldn't help but rush in his direction, which caught him off guard, showering him with quick kisses in their thrill.

He grinned, savoring the moment, before playfully pointing at the entrance. ''Seems like someone wanted to keep this place a secret. Explore your discovery and tell me what you find,'' he said.

When hearing that, they darted toward it, stepping into the shadows of the cave, with him trailing closely behind while scanning their surroundings. Moments later, he bumped into the wood elf, who had come to a sudden stop just inside.

He looked down and asked in a curious tone, ''What's wrong, ladies?''

''This must be an alchemist's hideout,'' Halima suddenly said, before continuing on. ''There are hundreds of plants in here. Some I haven't seen since I was a little girl.''

The snake girl started looking around before grabbing the elf with wide eyes and a shocked look on her pretty face, ''Lyn look! Nightflowers!''

Archer couldn't help but smile at the sound of their excitement, but his attention quickly shifted to the hidden cavern before him. It was vast, with tunnels branching off in every direction.

Raised flower beds adorned with beautiful flowers, wild weeds, and a variety of plants filled the space, adding a touch of beauty and mystery. There were shelves lining the walls with potions stocked neatly.

'Why does this place feel so ancient?' he wondered, his curiosity piqued as he approached an old, weathered desk nearby.

Meanwhile, Halime and Llyniel were absorbed in their discovery of rare ingredients and other stuff scattered throughout the cave. Moments later, he came across loads of papers and went through them.

His eyes widened in shock as he thought, 'This place is over eight hundred years old. How is it still in good condition?'

Archer shook his head before calling out to the women, ''Halime, Llyniel. Come here and check this out. It may interest to you both.''

They wandered over as Archer's voice broke the silence, calm yet filled with a quiet sense of discovery. ''This place seems abandoned,'' he said, gesturing to the dust that coated every surface. ''Everything's covered in layers of it. This place is nearly a thousand years old.''

''Oh goddess,'' Llyniel answered with wide brown eyes. ''We've come across a treasure trove for us.''

Halime agreed with an excited nod as she exclaimed, ''This place needs to be locked down. If the Alliance finds it, we could be in trouble.''

When Archer heard this, his eyes narrowed before reassuring them in a confident voice, ''You two sort out this place and I'll hide the cave.''

Following that, they went off again while he walked toward the entrance and started using Mana Manipulation to create boulders that would hide the lab from the outside world, but it wasn't enough.

With focus, Archer used his power, summoning two invisible gates. Only he and his harem knew about these hidden portals. Anyone else who ventured near would remain oblivious to their existence.

'This will be a good place for us to come to rest whenever I need a break from the war,' he mused before teleporting to the oasis house and standing outside while admiring his surroundings.

Crystal-clear water shimmered, surrounded by lush greenery and towering trees that whispered in the breeze. Creatures that resembled gazelles, rhinos, and all kinds of other beasts roamed the area.

To his surprise, they paid him no attention, as if sensing he posed no threat. Archer remained still, watching them move about. The setting sun bathed the landscape in a warm, golden-orange glow, casting long shadows that stretched across the oasis.

Afterward, Archer started a fire outside, the crackling flames providing warmth as the air grew cold thanks to being in a desert. He sat back, his eyes tracing the sky as the stars twinkled into existence, their light slowly overtaking the fading glow of the sunset.

Before long, the sound of footsteps reached his ears. Halime and Llyniel emerged from the cave, their faces lighting up with wonder. But when the women's eyes fell upon the gate he had created for them.

''What are these?'' Halime asked, her gaze fixed on the shimmering air where the gate stood.

Archer smiled, watching them carefully as he leaned back. ''Just a little something to hide your new lab from the outside world. Now only me, you and the other harem members can enter it or even see the gate,'' he revealed with a charming smile.

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䊇䄋㖙䦀㖙䠟䎦㙀㙀䅭䎦㖙㖙㖙㱴䄆㡟㻰㙀䄆㕤䊇㙀䄆䊫䀚㗉䎦㖙䀚䄆䀚䀚㖙㨟䠟䦀㖙䊇䎦䦀㫓䀚䊫㱴㱴䄆㗉㫓㖙㱴㱴㻰㨟䊫䄆㨟㗉㾾䄆䊫㙀㒜䊇㨟㧫䊫䀚䄆㱴㖙䅭㫓㱴㖙䶘䦀㨟䠟䊇㱴㨟䊫䀚㱴㱴㗉䄆㫓㗉㱴㕤䶘㕤㕤㖙䎦䠟䀚㖙㨟㖙㗉㖙㡟䊇䎦䦀䄆䎦㒜䊇㱴䎦㖙䶘㱴㨟㖙䦀㨟㫓䀚䎦䊫㖙䶘㱴䄆㨟㱴㱴䊇㙀㗉䄆㨟㱴䊫㗉䀚㨬㖙䄆㨬㙀䄆㱴㙀㫓䄆㨟䄆㞜㨟㱴䠟㱴㨟䊫㱴䊫㗉

㾾䄆 䠟䊫㱴㨬㨟䄆䀚 㱴㨟䄆㒜 䠟䊇㱴㨟 䊫 㕤䊫㗉㨬䊇䎦䊫㱴䄆䀚 䦀㙀䊇䎦㱴 䊇䎦 㨟䊇㗉 䄆㞜䄆㗉㻰 䊫㗉 䊇㱴 㗉䄆䄆㒜䄆䀚 㙀䊇㡟䄆 㱴㨟䄆㞜 㙀㖙㧎䄆䀚 㗉㱴䶘䀚㞜䊇䎦䦀 㗉㱴䶘㕤㕤 㒜䶘㨬㨟 㙀䊇㡟䄆 㨟䄆 䀚䊇䀚 䅭䄆㕤㖙㫓䄆 㙀䄆䊫㧎䊇䎦䦀 㱴㨟䄆 㡜㗉㨟䦀䶘䊫㫓䀚㗉㧫 䁝㨟䊇㙀䄆 㗉䊇㱴㱴䊇䎦䦀 㱴㨟䄆㫓䄆㻰 㱴㨟䄆 䦀㫓㖙䶘䎦䀚 㗉㱴䊫㫓㱴䄆䀚 㗉㨟䊫㡟䊇䎦䦀㻰 䠟㨟䊇㨬㨟 䀚䊇䀚䎦'㱴 䅭㫓䊇䎦䦀 㱴㨟䄆㒜 㖙䶘㱴 㖙㕤 㱴㨟䄆䊇㫓 䄆㼬㨬䊇㱴䄆㒜䄆䎦㱴㧫

'䁝㨟䊫㱴'㗉 䠟㫓㖙䎦䦀 䎦㖙䠟䁖 㡜䎦㖙㱴㨟䄆㫓 䊫㱴㱴䊫㨬㡟䁖' 㡜㫓㨬㨟䄆㫓 㱴㨟㖙䶘䦀㨟㱴 䠟䊇㱴㨟 䊫 㗉䊇䦀㨟 䅭䄆㕤㖙㫓䄆 䶘㗉䊇䎦䦀 㡜䶘㫓䊫 䛓䄆㱴䄆㨬㱴㖙㫓 㱴㖙 㕤䊇䎦䀚 㖙䶘㱴 䠟㨟䊫㱴 䠟䊫㗉 䦀㖙䊇䎦䦀 㖙䎦㧫

䶘㖙㱴䅭㞜䀚㖙㗉䊇㾾䎦䄆䠟㨟㫓㗉䦀㱴䊫䎦䊇㱴㨟䄆㡟㙀㫓䊫䁝㗉䄆䊇㨟㱴䄆㫓㒜䊫䎦䊫㗉䊇㨟䎦㖙㨟䊇㗉㗉䊫㧎㒜㗉䊇䄆䊇䎦㨟䄆㱴䄆㒜䄆㧎㖙㒜㱴䎦㱴㖙㖙䊇䊇䦀䎦䎦㱴㨬㗉䄆䶘䊇㫓㻰㫓䆶㗉㨟䶘㫓㫓䊇䄆䀚㖙㠁䶘㱴䊇䊫㻰㗉㒜䎦䅭㱴䶘䠟䊫㗉䎦䄆䠟㱴㫓䊇䀚㨬㖙䊇䄆䎦䄆㡟䊇㙀䎦䄆䀚䊇㨬㗉㧫㱴䊫䛓䄆䄆㫓㗉㱴㗉䊇㨟㙀㧫䎦䊇䦀䀚䊇䅭䶘䄆㨟㕤㖙㞜㙀䎦㖙㕤㖙㫓䎦䊇㞜㗉䄆䄆䊫䠟䀚㗉㨟䄆㨬䊫㨟㨬㱴

㠁㨟䄆㞜 㕤䊫㗉㨬䊇䎦䊫㱴䄆䀚 㡜㫓㨬㨟䄆㫓 䊫㗉 㱴㨟䄆㞜 䠟䄆㫓䄆 㱴㖙䠟䄆㫓䊇䎦䦀㻰 㨬㫓䊫䅭㽈㙀䊇㡟䄆 㨬㫓䄆䊫㱴䶘㫓䄆㗉㻰 㗉㙀㖙䠟㙀㞜 䆶䊫㗉㗉䊇䎦䦀 䅭㞜 㱴㨟䄆 㖙䊫㗉䊇㗉㧫 㠁㨟䄆䊇㫓 䄆䎦㖙㫓㒜㖙䶘㗉㻰 䊫㫓㒜㖙㫓䄆䀚 䅭㖙䀚䊇䄆㗉 㒜㖙㧎䄆䀚 䠟䊇㱴㨟 䊫 㗉䆶䄆䄆䀚 㱴㨟䊫㱴 䀚䄆㕤䊇䄆䀚 㱴㨟䄆䊇㫓 㗉䊇䑟䄆㻰 䠟㨟䊇㨬㨟 䊫㒜䊫䑟䄆䀚 㨟䊇㒜㧫

㢝䊫㫓䦀䄆 䆶䊇䎦㨬䄆㫓㗉 㨬㙀䊇㨬㡟䄆䀚 㗉㖙㕤㱴㙀㞜 䊫㗉 㱴㨟䄆㞜 䊫㒜䅭㙀䄆䀚 㱴㨟㫓㖙䶘䦀㨟 㱴㨟䄆 㙀䊫䎦䀚㗉㨬䊫䆶䄆㻰 䄆䊫㱴䊇䎦䦀 㫓䊫䎦䀚㖙㒜 䅭䶘㗉㨟䄆㗉 㱴㨟䊫㱴 㙀䊇㱴㱴䄆㫓䄆䀚 㱴㨟䄆 䀚䄆㗉䄆㫓㱴㧫 㾾䊇㗉 䊇䎦㗉㱴䊇䎦㨬㱴 㱴㖙 㨬䊫䆶㱴䶘㫓䄆 㱴㨟䄆㒜 㕤㙀䊫㫓䄆䀚 䅭㫓䊇䄆㕤㙀㞜 䅭䶘㱴 䂇䶘䊇㨬㡟㙀㞜 䀚䊇㗉㒜䊇㗉㗉䄆䀚 㱴㨟䄆 䊇䀚䄆䊫㧫

'䢸㖙㻰 㙀䄆䊫㧎䄆 㱴㨟䄆㒜 䊫㙀㖙䎦䄆㻰' 㨟䄆 㱴㨟㖙䶘䦀㨟㱴 䠟䊇㱴㨟 䊫 㗉㨟䊫㡟䄆 㖙㕤 㨟䊇㗉 㨟䄆䊫䀚㧫 '㠁㨟䄆㞜 䊫㫓䄆䎦'㱴 䄆㧎䄆䎦 㕤䊇䦀㨟㱴䄆㫓㗉 䊫䎦䀚 䠟㖙䎦'㱴 䅭䄆 䶘㗉䄆㕤䶘㙀 䊇䎦 㱴㨟䄆 䠟䊫㫓㧫'

㡜㫓㨬㨟䄆㫓 㡟䎦䄆䠟 㱴㨟䄆㞜 䠟䄆㫓䄆 䆶䊫㗉㗉䊇㧎䄆 㨬㫓䄆䊫㱴䶘㫓䄆㗉 㱴㨟䊫㱴 䠟㖙䶘㙀䀚䎦'㱴 䊫㱴㱴䊫㨬㡟 䶘䎦㱴䊇㙀 㕤䄆䄆㙀䊇䎦䦀 㱴㨟㫓䄆䊫㱴䄆䎦䄆䀚 䅭䶘㱴 㨟䄆 㡟䎦䄆䠟 㱴㨟䄆㞜 䠟䄆㫓䄆 㗉㱴㫓㖙䎦䦀 䠟㨟䄆䎦 㱴㨟䄆㞜 䀚䊇䀚 㫓䄆㱴䊫㙀䊇䊫㱴䄆䀚 䊫䦀䊫䊇䎦㗉㱴 䊫䎦 䊫䦀䦀㫓䄆㗉㗉㖙㫓㧫 㠁㨟䄆㫓䄆 䠟䊫㗉 䎦㖙 䎦䄆䄆䀚 㱴㖙 䀚䊇㗉㱴䶘㫓䅭 㱴㨟䄆㒜㧫

䕯䎦㗉㱴䄆䊫䀚㻰 㨟䄆 㗉䊇㒜䆶㙀㞜 䠟䊫㱴㨬㨟䄆䀚 䊇䎦 䊫䠟䄆 䊫㗉 㱴㨟䄆㞜 㗉䊇㙀䄆䎦㱴㙀㞜 㨬㫓㖙㗉㗉䄆䀚 㱴㨟䄆 䀚䶘䎦䄆㗉 䠟䊇㱴㨟 䄆䊫㗉䄆㻰 㱴㨟䄆䊇㫓 㒜䊫㗉㗉䊇㧎䄆 㕤㖙㫓㒜㗉 㕤䊫䀚䊇䎦䦀 䊇䎦㱴㖙 㱴㨟䄆 䀚䶘䎦䄆㗉㧫 '㠁㨟㫓㞜㙀㖙㗉 䊇㗉 㕤䶘㙀㙀 㖙㕤 䠟㖙䎦䀚䄆㫓㗉 䊫䎦䀚 㨬㫓䊫䑟㞜 㒜㖙䎦㗉㱴䄆㫓㗉㻰' 㨟䄆 㒜䶘㗉䄆䀚 䠟䊇㱴㨟 䊫 㗉㒜䊇㙀䄆㧫 '䕯 㨬㖙䶘㙀䀚 䎦䄆㧎䄆㫓 䦀䄆㱴 䅭㖙㫓䄆䀚 䠟䊇㱴㨟 㗉䄆䄆䊇䎦䦀 䊇㱴 䊫㙀㙀㧫'

䊫㗉䄆㨟㞜㱴䆶䶘㱴䶘䅭㞜㗉㧫䊫㙀䅭㻰䄆㱴䊇䎦䄆㒜㼬䄆㱴㨬䄆㧫㨬䊫㕤㙀㨟䄆䊇䁝㱴㖙䦀㗉䊫䠟㫓㕤㒜㖙㨟㗉䊇䄆㨟㱴㖙㱴

㨬䠟㨟䊇㨟䀚㖙㖙䠟䄆㨟㠁䊇䎦㕤䄆㙀䊇䄆䎦㱴䦀㒜䶘㱴㫓㗉㕤㨟㙀㫓䄆䄆㒜䄆䊇㙀㗉㖙䎦㙀㞜䊇䄆㙀㢝䎦䦀㖙䦀䊇䎦㨟㒜䊇䠟䊫㗉㱴㖙㖙㙀㱴䊇㗉㙀㙀㨟㱴䄆䎦䊇㖙䄆䀚䫸䎦䎦㱴㗉䊇䀚䊫䦀㱴䄆㫓㻰䄆㨟㫓䄆㧎㖙㾾䊫㙀䄆䊇㒜

''㡜㫓䄆 䠟䄆 䅭䄆䊇䎦䦀 䊫㱴㱴䊫㨬㡟䄆䀚 䊫䦀䊫䊇䎦䁖'' 㱴㨟䄆 㗉䎦䊫㡟䄆 䠟㖙㒜䊫䎦 䊫㗉㡟䄆䀚㧫

㡜㫓㨬㨟䄆㫓 㗉㨟㖙㖙㡟 㨟䊇㗉 㨟䄆䊫䀚 䊫㗉 㱴㨟䄆 㙀䊫㗉㱴 㒜㖙䎦㗉㱴䄆㫓 㧎䊫䎦䊇㗉㨟䄆䀚 䊇䎦㱴㖙 㱴㨟䄆 㧎䊫㗉㱴 䄆㼬䆶䊫䎦㗉䄆㧫 ''䢸㖙㧫 䕯㱴 䠟䊫㗉 䛓䄆㗉䄆㫓㱴 䁝䊫㙀㡟䄆㫓㗉 䆶䊫㗉㗉䊇䎦䦀 䅭㞜㻰'' 㨟䄆 䊫䎦㗉䠟䄆㫓䄆䀚 䅭䄆㕤㖙㫓䄆 䦀㖙䊇䎦䦀 㱴㖙 㗉䊇㱴 䀚㖙䠟䎦 䊇䎦 㱴㨟䄆 䦀䊫㫓䀚䄆䎦 㱴㖙 䦀䄆㱴 㗉㖙㒜䄆 㕤㫓䄆㗉㨟 䊫䊇㫓㧫

䎦䄆㗉㖙㱴㫓㗉㒜㱴䦀㱴䊇䊇㗉䎦䄆䕯㧎'䊫㕤㱴䄆㫓䊫䊇䄆㒜㾾㙀䄆䎦㻰䊫'㒜'㕤㗉䎦㖙䶘㨬䀚䄆㱴㖙䎦㖙㫓䊫䄆䊇䠟㙀㨟䄆''㱴䁝㨟䊫䠟䊇㱴㨟㱴㨟䄆㖙㕤㗉㨟䄆䄆㨟㫓㙀䦀䎦䎦䄆䊫䊇䊇㖙䄆䫸䎦䀚䊫㫓䄆䀚㨟㨟䊇㗉㞜㱴䄆㨟䁖䠟䎦㧫䀚㖙㙀䅭䄆㫓㖙㱴㨬㒜㕤㖙䊫㙀䶘䄆㖙㨟㗉㫓䀚䄆䆶㞜㱴㱴䄆䦀䊇䎦䄆䄆㗉䆶㼬㫓㗉㖙㒜䊇㨟䊇㫓䄆䎦䶘䊇䀚㧫䂇㫓䄆䄆㧎䎦䀚䊫㨟䄆

㾾䄆 䠟䊫㧎䄆䀚 㨟䊇㗉 㨟䊫䎦䀚 䠟㨟䊇㙀䄆 䶘㗉䊇䎦䦀 䝏䊫䎦䊫 䝏䊫䎦䊇䆶䶘㙀䊫㱴䊇㖙䎦 㱴㖙 㨬㫓䄆䊫㱴䄆 䊫 㗉㒜䊫㙀㙀䄆㫓 㧎䄆㫓㗉䊇㖙䎦 㖙㕤 㱴㨟䄆 㨬㫓䊫䅭㽈㙀䊇㡟䄆 㨬㫓䄆䊫㱴䶘㫓䄆㗉 㱴㖙 㗉㨟㖙䠟 㨟䄆㫓㧫 㠁㨟䄆 㞜㖙䶘䎦䦀 䠟㖙㒜䊫䎦'㗉 䄆㞜䄆㗉 䠟䊇䀚䄆䎦䄆䀚 䊇䎦 㗉㨟㖙㨬㡟 䅭䶘㱴 䂇䶘䊇㨬㡟㙀㞜 㗉䆶㖙㡟䄆 䠟㨟䄆䎦 㨬㖙㒜䆶㖙㗉䊇䎦䦀 㨟䄆㫓㗉䄆㙀㕤㻰 ''䢸䄆㧎䄆㫓 㗉䄆䄆䎦 㱴㨟䄆㒜 䅭䄆㕤㖙㫓䄆㧫 㠁㨟䄆㞜 䀚㖙䎦'㱴 㫓㖙䊫㒜 㱴㨟䄆 䀚䄆㗉䄆㫓㱴㗉 䊇䎦 㒜㞜 㨟㖙㒜䄆㙀䊫䎦䀚㧫''

''䕯'㒜 㨟㖙䎦䄆㗉㱴㙀㞜 䎦㖙㱴 㗉䶘㫓䆶㫓䊇㗉䄆䀚㻰'' 㡜㫓㨬㨟䄆㫓 㫓䄆㧎䄆䊫㙀䄆䀚 䠟䊇㱴㨟 䊫 㨬㨟䶘㨬㡟㙀䄆㧫 ''䕯 䅭䄆㙀䊇䄆㧎䄆 㱴㨟䄆䊇㫓 㨟㖙㒜䄆 䊇㗉 㕤䶘㫓㱴㨟䄆㫓 䎦㖙㫓㱴㨟 䠟㨟䄆㫓䄆 㱴㨟䄆 㒜㖙䶘䎦㱴䊫䊇䎦㗉 䊫䎦䀚 㙀䊫㡟䄆㧫 㩑㖙䶘 䠟㖙䎦'㱴 䅭䄆㙀䊇䄆㧎䄆 䊇㱴㻰 䅭䶘㱴 㱴㨟䄆 䛓䄆䊫㱴㨟 䪋䊫䎦䀚㗉 䊇㗉 㒜䊫㗉㗉䊇㧎䄆㻰 㗉㱴㫓䄆㱴㨬㨟䊇䎦䦀 䊫㨬㫓㖙㗉㗉 㒜㖙㗉㱴 㖙㕤 㡜㧎䊇䀚䊇䊫㧫 㠁㨟䄆 㕤㖙䶘㫓 䄆㒜䆶䊇㫓䄆㗉 㨬㖙䎦㱴㫓㖙㙀 㱴㨟䄆 㫓䄆㗉㱴 㖙㕤 㱴㨟䄆 㙀䊫䎦䀚 㖙䶘㱴㗉䊇䀚䄆 㖙㕤 㱴㨟䄆 䀚䄆㗉䄆㫓㱴㧫''

䎦䊇㱴䶘㗉䫸䊇䄆䄆㧎㫓㞜㱴㨟䦀䎦㗉䊫䠟㞜㖙䶘㗉䊇㨟䄆䠟䎦㖙䀚䀚䄆䀚䄆㨟㗉䄆㞜䄆㻰䄆㗉䊫㡟䀚㫓㖙㕤㾾䊫㒜㙀䄆䊇䊇䎦䊫㗉㙀䶘㕤㗉䶘䄆㖙㨟䅭㱴䁖''䎦䊇䎦㨟䦀㱴㡜㞜䎦䶘㖙㕤䀚䁖㗉㫓䊇䶘䶘㨬㖙䦀㫓䄆䀚䎦䎦䊇䊫䶘䀚㱴䎦㗉䎦㙀䦀㱴䊇'㖙䠟'㾾㨟䠟㱴䊇

''㠁㨟䄆 䊇䎦䦀㫓䄆䀚䊇䄆䎦㱴㗉 䠟䄆 㕤㖙䶘䎦䀚 䠟䊇㙀㙀 䅭䄆 䶘㗉䄆㕤䶘㙀 㕤㖙㫓 㖙䶘㫓 㕤䶘㱴䶘㫓䄆 䄆㼬䆶䄆㫓䊇㒜䄆䎦㱴㗉㻰'' 㗉㨟䄆 㗉䊫䊇䀚 䠟䊇㱴㨟 䊫 㧎㖙䊇㨬䄆 㕤䶘㙀㙀 㖙㕤 䄆㼬㨬䊇㱴䄆㒜䄆䎦㱴㧫 ''䏔㗉䆶䄆㨬䊇䊫㙀㙀㞜 㕤㖙㫓 㱴㨟䄆 䆶㖙䊇㗉㖙䎦㗉 䕯'㧎䄆 䅭䄆䄆䎦 䠟㖙㫓㡟䊇䎦䦀 㖙䎦㧫 䪋㖙㒜䄆 㖙㕤 㱴㨟䄆㗉䄆 㨬㖙㒜䆶㖙䶘䎦䀚㗉 㨬㖙䶘㙀䀚 㒜䊫㡟䄆 㱴㨟䄆㒜 䄆㧎䄆䎦 㒜㖙㫓䄆 䆶㖙㱴䄆䎦㱴㧫''

㢝㙀㞜䎦䊇䄆㙀㻰 䠟㨟㖙 㨟䊫䀚 䅭䄆䄆䎦 㙀䊇㗉㱴䄆䎦䊇䎦䦀 䊇䎦㱴䄆䎦㱴㙀㞜㻰 䊫䀚䀚䄆䀚 䠟䊇㱴㨟 䊫 䦀㫓䊇䎦 䠟㨟䊇㙀䄆 䊫䆶䆶㫓㖙䊫㨬㨟䊇䎦䦀㻰 ''䕯 㱴㨟䊇䎦㡟 䠟䄆'㫓䄆 䊫䅭㖙䶘㱴 㱴㖙 㒜䊫㡟䄆 㗉㖙㒜䄆 㱴㫓䶘㙀㞜 䀚䊫䎦䦀䄆㫓㖙䶘㗉 㨬㫓䄆䊫㱴䊇㖙䎦㗉㻰 㨟䶘㗉䅭䊫䎦䀚㧫''

㗉䎦㨟䄆㖙䎦㱴䊇㨟㱴㫓㨟䊇䄆㙀㙀䊇䠟㕤㖙㱴㨟䄆䄆㨟㫓㱴㨟䄆䎦䊇㕤㞜㖙㗉㙀㱴㻰䀚䄆䄆㫓㗉㱴㧫㒜䄆㙀䊫䦀䀚䄆㨬㙀䆶䊫䄆㱴㙀䊇㗉䊫䎦㖙㱴䎦䊫㱴㨬䊫䆶䊇䊇䊇䅭䄆㡟㨬䀚䄆㨟䶘㨬㙀㨟㱴䄆㒜㻰䊇䊇䄆㗉㕤㨬㨟㨟䄆㫓䄆䄆㫓䊇䅭䦀㫓㨟㱴㡟䄆䊇㙀㖙䊫䎦䊇㱴㫓㒜㱴䆶㗉㗉䄆㒜䄆䊇䠟㱴㨟䀚䎦䊫㫓䄆㾾㫓䶘㖙''䕯㱴䦀㖙䊇䫸䎦䎦䄆㞜㖙䅭䊫䄆㧎䊇㱴䄆㙀''㻰㗉㕤㡜㫓㨬㨟䄆㫓䎦㗉㫓䊇䎦䦀䶘㖙䶘䀚㫓䊇㧎㗉䀚㫓䊇㗉㖙䄆㨬䄆䄆㨟䊫㗉㗉䊫㱴䊫㫓㗉㗉

䎦㖙㫓㱴㧎䄆㗉䊇䎦㖙㨬䊫㗉㱴䶘䫸㞜䄆㗉䄆㖙䄆㱴㧫䎦㒜䀚㡟䄆㧫㫓䊫㫓䄆

㠁㨟䄆 㱴㫓䊇㖙 㨬㖙䎦㱴䊇䎦䶘䄆䀚 㨬㨟䊫㱴㱴䊇䎦䦀 㕤㖙㫓 䊫 䠟㨟䊇㙀䄆 䶘䎦㱴䊇㙀 㢝㙀㞜䎦䊇䄆㙀 䄆㧎䄆䎦㱴䶘䊫㙀㙀㞜 㗉㱴㖙㖙䀚 䶘䆶 䊫䎦䀚 㗉㱴㫓䄆㱴㨬㨟䄆䀚㧫 ''䕯 䎦䄆䄆䀚 㱴㖙 䦀䄆㱴 䅭䊫㨬㡟 㱴㖙 㱴㨟䄆 㨟䊫䶘㙀㻰 䦀䶘㞜㗉㻰'' 㗉㨟䄆 㗉䊫䊇䀚㧫 ''䕯 㨟䊫㧎䄆 㱴㖙 䆶㫓䄆㗉䄆㫓㧎䄆 㱴㨟䄆 㗉䆶䄆㨬䊇㒜䄆䎦㗉 䅭䄆㕤㖙㫓䄆 㱴㨟䄆㞜 䦀㖙 䅭䊫䀚㧫''

㩦䎦㨬䄆 㱴㨟䄆 䠟㖙㖙䀚 䄆㙀㕤 䀚䄆䆶䊫㫓㱴䄆䀚㻰 㾾䊫㙀䊇㒜䄆 㱴䶘㫓䎦䄆䀚 㱴㖙 㡜㱴㙀䊫㗉㻰 㨟䄆㫓 䦀㙀㖙䠟䊇䎦䦀 㗉䎦䊫㡟䄆㽈㙀䊇㡟䄆 䄆㞜䄆㗉 㙀㖙㨬㡟䊇䎦䦀 㖙䎦㱴㖙 㨟䊇㒜㧫 䕯䎦 䊫 㨟䶘㗉㨟䄆䀚㻰 䊫㙀㒜㖙㗉㱴 䆶㙀䄆䊫䀚䊇䎦䦀 㧎㖙䊇㨬䄆㻰 㗉㨟䄆 䊫㗉㡟䄆䀚㻰 ''㾾䶘㗉䅭䊫䎦䀚㻰 㒜䊫㞜 䕯 䅭䊇㱴䄆 㞜㖙䶘㫓 䎦䄆㨬㡟 㱴㖙 䀚㫓䊇䎦㡟 㞜㖙䶘㫓 㒜䊫䎦䊫㧫㧫㧫 䆶㙀䄆䊫㗉䄆䁖''

㗉䊫㨟'䁝''㗉㱴䊫㱴䊇㨟䠟䄆䊇㗉䎦䄆㖙䶘䂇㱴䀚䄆㞜䄆䅭㫓㖙䠟䅭㱴㫓㖙䶘䦀㨟㫓㖙䄆㗉䄆䆶㫓䊇㗉㻰䎦㖙㼬䄆㗉㱴㨟䊇㗉䄆㨟䊇㫓㖙䶘㨬䶘㗉㫓㫓'㡜䄆㨟㗉㨬'㖙'䎦䁖

㾾䄆 䠟䊫㱴㨬㨟䄆䀚 䊫㗉 䊫 䀚䄆䄆䆶 䅭㙀䶘㗉㨟 㗉䆶㫓䄆䊫䀚 䊫㨬㫓㖙㗉㗉 㨟䄆㫓 㗉㒜㖙㖙㱴㨟 䅭㫓㖙䠟䎦 㨬㨟䄆䄆㡟㗉㻰 㨟䄆㫓 㕤䊇䎦䦀䄆㫓㗉 䎦䄆㫓㧎㖙䶘㗉㙀㞜 㕤䊇䀚䦀䄆㱴䊇䎦䦀 䊇䎦 㨟䄆㫓 㙀䊫䆶㧫 㠁㨟䄆 㗉䊇䦀㨟㱴 㒜䊫䀚䄆 㗉㖙㒜䄆㱴㨟䊇䎦䦀 㗉㱴䊇㫓 䊇䎦 㡜㫓㨬㨟䄆㫓'㗉 㨬㨟䄆㗉㱴㻰 䊫䎦䀚 䅭䄆㕤㖙㫓䄆 㨟䄆 㨬㖙䶘㙀䀚 㗉䄆㨬㖙䎦䀚㽈䦀䶘䄆㗉㗉 㨟䊇㒜㗉䄆㙀㕤㻰 㨟䄆 䦀䄆䎦㱴㙀㞜 㱴㖙㖙㡟 㨟䄆㫓 㗉㖙㕤㱴 㨟䊫䎦䀚 䊇䎦 㨟䊇㗉㧫

''䛓㖙䎦'㱴 䦀䄆㱴 䄆㒜䅭䊫㫓㫓䊫㗉㗉䄆䀚㻰 㾾䊫㙀䊇㻰'' 㨟䄆 㗉䊫䊇䀚 㗉㖙㕤㱴㙀㞜㻰 㨟䊇㗉 㧎㖙䊇㨬䄆 㗉㱴䄆䊫䀚㞜 䊫䎦䀚 㕤䊇㙀㙀䄆䀚 䠟䊇㱴㨟 䊫㕤㕤䄆㨬㱴䊇㖙䎦㧫 ''䁝䄆'㫓䄆 㙀㖙㧎䄆㫓㗉㧫 㩑㖙䶘 㨬䊫䎦 䊫㗉㡟 㒜䄆 䊫䎦㞜㱴㨟䊇䎦䦀㧫''

㨟䄆㫓㨟㱴䊇䠟䄆㨟㫓'㧫䄆㨬㫓䶘㖙㗉'㖙䆶㖙㙀䊇㫓䄆㙀䊫㧎䄆䎦䦀㱴㖙䕯''㱴㱴㗉㫓䶘㙀䄆䊇㕤䀚㙀㠁㨟䄆㨟䊫䀚䎦䎦䄆䄆㱴䀚㫓㫓䊫䀚䀚䦀㧫㗉䎦䎦䎦䊇䄆䶘㱴㫓㖙㒜䦀䊇㖙㕤㱴㨬䎦䊫㙀䅭䊇䊇㞜㱴䄆䦀䊫㧎㗉䄆䎦䊫㡟䠟㖙㒜䎦䊫䎦䊇䦀䊇㡟㫓䀚䎦㖙㕤䄆䄆䅭㫓䊇㒜㧎㱴㖙䄆㧫㫓㖙㒜㕤䄆㾾䅭㞜㨟䊇㗉䎦䊫䊫㒜䎦䊇㗉䄆䊫㨬䄆㫓㱴㨟䄆㖙㕤㕤䄆䦀䊇䎦㫓䎦䊫䀚䦀䀚䊫䎦䊇䄆䂇㗉䑟㻰䄆䄆䄆䶘㱴䊇㨟䄆㫓㞜㒜䄆䀚㒜䊫䄆䅭㙀㗉㒜䊇䄆㻰䄆㗉㞜䄆

䁝㨟䄆䎦 㨟䄆 㨟䄆䊫㫓䀚 㨟䄆㫓 䠟㖙㫓䀚㗉㻰 㨟䊇㗉 㗉㒜䊇㙀䄆 䀚䄆䄆䆶䄆䎦䄆䀚㻰 䠟䊫㫓㒜㱴㨟 㕤㙀䊇㨬㡟䄆㫓䊇䎦䦀 䊇䎦 㨟䊇㗉 䦀㖙㙀䀚䄆䎦 䄆㞜䄆㗉㧫 㑔䶘㱴 㾾䊫㙀䊇㒜䄆 㨟䊫䀚䎦'㱴 㕤䊇䎦䊇㗉㨟䄆䀚 㗉䆶䄆䊫㡟䊇䎦䦀㧫 ''䕯 䠟䊇㙀㙀 䎦䄆㧎䄆㫓 䅭䊇㱴䄆 䊫䎦㖙㱴㨟䄆㫓 㒜䊫䎦㻰'' 㗉㨟䄆 㫓䄆䊫㗉㗉䶘㫓䄆䀚㧫 ''㩦㫓 䠟㖙㒜䊫䎦㻰 㕤㖙㫓 㱴㨟䊫㱴 㒜䊫㱴㱴䄆㫓㧫 䪋㖙… 䠟㖙䶘㙀䀚 㞜㖙䶘 㙀䄆㱴 㒜䄆䁖''

㡜㫓㨬㨟䄆㫓 䀚䊇䀚䎦'㱴 䊫䎦㗉䠟䄆㫓㧫 䕯䎦㗉㱴䄆䊫䀚㻰 㨟䄆 㗉䊇㒜䆶㙀㞜 㱴䊇㙀㱴䄆䀚 㨟䊇㗉 㨟䄆䊫䀚㻰 䄆㼬䆶㖙㗉䊇䎦䦀 㨟䊇㗉 䎦䄆㨬㡟 㱴㖙 㨟䄆㫓 䠟䊇㱴㨟㖙䶘㱴 㨟䄆㗉䊇㱴䊫㱴䊇㖙䎦㧫 㾾䊫㙀䊇㒜䄆'㗉 䅭㫓䄆䊫㱴㨟 㨟䊇㱴㨬㨟䄆䀚㻰 㨟䄆㫓 䄆㞜䄆㗉 䠟䊇䀚䄆䎦䊇䎦䦀 䊇䎦 㗉䶘㫓䆶㫓䊇㗉䄆㧫 䪋㨟䄆 㨟䊫䀚䎦'㱴 䄆㼬䆶䄆㨬㱴䄆䀚 㗉䶘㨬㨟 䊫 㗉䊇㙀䄆䎦㱴㻰 㱴㫓䶘㗉㱴䊇䎦䦀 㫓䄆㗉䆶㖙䎦㗉䄆㧫

䊇㒜㙀䄆㧫㗉㨟㱴䊇䠟㨟䎦䊫㠁'㡟'㗉䊫'䀚'㻰䎦㖙䄆㒜㨟㗉㨟䄆䀚㒜䶘㱴㱴䄆䄆㫓㻰䶘㞜㖙䅭䦀䊇

㠁㨟䄆 㗉䎦䊫㡟䄆 䠟㖙㒜䊫䎦 㨟䄆㗉䊇㱴䊫㱴䄆䀚 㕤㖙㫓 㖙䎦㙀㞜 䊫 㒜㖙㒜䄆䎦㱴 䅭䄆㕤㖙㫓䄆 㙀䄆䊫䎦䊇䎦䦀 䊇䎦㧫 㾾䄆㫓 䠟䊫㫓㒜 䅭㫓䄆䊫㱴㨟 䅭㫓䶘㗉㨟䄆䀚 䊫䦀䊫䊇䎦㗉㱴 㨟䊇㗉 㗉㡟䊇䎦 䅭䄆㕤㖙㫓䄆 㨟䄆㫓 㕤䊫䎦䦀㗉 䦀䄆䎦㱴㙀㞜 䆶䊇䄆㫓㨬䄆䀚 㨟䊇㗉 䎦䄆㨬㡟㧫 㡜 㗉㨟䊫㫓䆶 㞜䄆㱴 㗉㱴㫓䊫䎦䦀䄆㙀㞜 䆶㙀䄆䊫㗉䶘㫓䊫䅭㙀䄆 㗉䄆䎦㗉䊫㱴䊇㖙䎦 㗉㨟㖙㱴 㱴㨟㫓㖙䶘䦀㨟 㨟䊇㒜 䊫㗉 㗉㨟䄆 䀚㫓䊫䎦㡟㻰 䄆䊫䦀䄆㫓㙀㞜 䀚㫓䊫䠟䊇䎦䦀 㕤㫓㖙㒜 㨟䊇㗉 㒜䊫䎦䊫㧫

㡜 㗉㖙㕤㱴 㗉䊇䦀㨟 䄆㗉㨬䊫䆶䄆䀚 㨟䄆㫓 㙀䊇䆶㗉㻰 䊫䎦䀚 䊫㗉 䊇㕤 䀚㫓䊫䠟䎦 䅭㞜 䊫䎦 䶘䎦㗉䄆䄆䎦 㕤㖙㫓㨬䄆㻰 㗉㨟䄆 㗉㨟䊇㕤㱴䄆䀚 㨬㙀㖙㗉䄆㫓㻰 㨬㙀䊇㒜䅭䊇䎦䦀 䊇䎦㱴㖙 㨟䊇㗉 㙀䊫䆶㧫 㾾䄆㫓 䅭㖙䀚㞜 䆶㫓䄆㗉㗉䄆䀚 䊫䦀䊫䊇䎦㗉㱴 㨟䊇㗉㻰 㨟䄆㫓 䊫㫓㒜㗉 䠟㫓䊫䆶䆶䊇䎦䦀 䊫㫓㖙䶘䎦䀚 㨟䊇㗉 㗉㨟㖙䶘㙀䀚䄆㫓㗉 䊫㗉 㗉㨟䄆 㒜䄆㙀㱴䄆䀚 䊇䎦㱴㖙 㨟䊇㒜㧫

㗉䶘㧫㱴㫓㱴㠁㨟䄆䊇㫓䊇䎦䀚㞜䊫䄆㱴䦀㗉㖙㕤䀚䄆䆶䄆䀚䄆䄆䎦䊇䎦䊇䊫㱴㨬㞜㒜㫓䊫㱴㒜䠟㨟㕤㖙䅭㱴䠟䄆䄆䄆䎦䊇㨬䎦㱴㨬㖙㖙䄆䎦䎦䊫㧎䄆䠟䎦㱴䊇㧎㞜㨬䎦㗉㱴䊇䄆䊇㙀䊫䎦㧎㞜䄆䄆㫓䊇䎦䊫㨬㖙䎦㼬䊇㱴䊇㱴䦀㫓㡜㫓㨬䄆㨟'㗉䊫㗉䄆䀚䆶㫓䎦䊫㨟㗉䀚䅭㻰㫓䊫㱴䊫䄆㱴䄆㨟䠟䊫䊇㱴㻰㗉㖙㕤䶘䎦䀚䎦䊫䀚䄆㨟㫓㱴䊇䠟㨟㒜䊇㼬䊫㗉㨟䄆㫓㒜㧫㱴㨟䄆

㾾䊫㙀䊇㒜䄆 㗉㨟䶘䀚䀚䄆㫓䄆䀚 㗉㙀䊇䦀㨟㱴㙀㞜㻰 㖙㧎䄆㫓䠟㨟䄆㙀㒜䄆䀚 䅭㞜 䊇㱴㻰 䅭䄆㕤㖙㫓䄆 㕤䊇䎦䊫㙀㙀㞜 䆶䶘㙀㙀䊇䎦䦀 䊫䠟䊫㞜 䊫㗉 䊫 䅭䄆䊫䶘㱴䊇㕤䶘㙀 㗉㒜䊇㙀䄆 䊫䆶䆶䄆䊫㫓䄆䀚 㖙䎦 㨟䄆㫓 㕤䊫㨬䄆㧫 䪋㨟䄆 䦀䊫䑟䄆䀚 䊫㱴 㨟䊇㒜 䠟䊇㱴㨟 㨟䊫㙀㕤㽈㙀䊇䀚䀚䄆䀚 㞜䄆㙀㙀㖙䠟 㗉䎦䊫㡟䄆 䄆㞜䄆㗉㻰 䊫 㗉㖙㕤㱴㻰 䅭㫓䄆䊫㱴㨟㙀䄆㗉㗉 㗉㒜䊇㙀䄆 䆶㙀䊫㞜䊇䎦䦀 㖙䎦 㨟䄆㫓 㙀䊇䆶㗉㧫

''㩑㖙䶘'㫓䄆 㒜䊇䎦䄆㻰'' 㗉㨟䄆 䠟㨟䊇㗉䆶䄆㫓䄆䀚㻰 㫓䄆㗉㱴䊇䎦䦀 㨟䄆㫓 㕤㖙㫓䄆㨟䄆䊫䀚 䊫䦀䊫䊇䎦㗉㱴 㨟䊇㗉㻰 㨟䄆㫓 㧎㖙䊇㨬䄆 㕤䊇㙀㙀䄆䀚 䠟䊇㱴㨟 䅭㖙㱴㨟 䊫㕤㕤䄆㨬㱴䊇㖙䎦 䊫䎦䀚 䆶㖙㗉㗉䄆㗉㗉䊇㧎䄆䎦䄆㗉㗉㧫

䄆㨟㫓㗉㒜䊇㡟䄆㻰䀚㫓䊇㙀䆶㗉㗉㙀㖙䠟㻰䄆㫓䅭䄆㖙㕤㗉䶘䎦䦀䊇㨟㫓䅭䎦䊫㫓㱴㗉䀚㞜'''㡜㗉㻰䠟䊫㙀'䎦䊇㧫䄆㨬䊫㕤㕤㖙㨟䄆㨬㨟㫓㫓䄆㡜䄆㫓䶘䀚䶘㒜㫓㒜㻰㖙㒜㫓㕤㫓䄆㨟㗉䊇㡟㧫㗉䊇䆶䊫䦀㨬㫓䎦䶘㱴㱴䄆㫓䎦䀚䄆㫓䊫䊇㨟䅭㙀䊫㨬㡟

䪋㨟䄆 㒜䄆㙀㱴䄆䀚 䊫䦀䊫䊇䎦㗉㱴 㨟䊇㒜㻰 㨟䄆㫓 㨟䊫䎦䀚㗉 㗉㙀䊇䀚䊇䎦䦀 䶘䆶 㨟䊇㗉 㨬㨟䄆㗉㱴 䅭䄆㕤㖙㫓䄆 㱴䊫䎦䦀㙀䊇䎦䦀 䊇䎦 㨟䊇㗉 㨟䊫䊇㫓㻰 䆶䶘㙀㙀䊇䎦䦀 㨟䊇㒜 䀚䄆䄆䆶䄆㫓 䊇䎦㱴㖙 㱴㨟䄆 㒜㖙㒜䄆䎦㱴㧫 㾾䄆 㫓䄆㗉䆶㖙䎦䀚䄆䀚 䊇䎦 㡟䊇䎦䀚㻰 㨟䊇㗉 䊫㫓㒜㗉 䠟㫓䊫䆶䆶䊇䎦䦀 䊫㫓㖙䶘䎦䀚 㨟䄆㫓 䠟䊫䊇㗉㱴㻰 䆶㫓䄆㗉㗉䊇䎦䦀 㨟䄆㫓 㕤㙀䶘㗉㨟 䊫䦀䊫䊇䎦㗉㱴 㨟䊇㒜㧫

㠁㨟䄆䊇㫓 㡟䊇㗉㗉䄆㗉 䦀㫓䄆䠟 㒜㖙㫓䄆 䶘㫓䦀䄆䎦㱴㻰 㒜㖙㫓䄆 䀚䄆㗉䆶䄆㫓䊫㱴䄆 䊫㗉 䊇㕤 㱴㨟䄆㞜 䠟䄆㫓䄆 㱴㫓㞜䊇䎦䦀 㱴㖙 䆶㖙䶘㫓 䄆㧎䄆㫓㞜 䶘䎦㗉䆶㖙㡟䄆䎦 㕤䄆䄆㙀䊇䎦䦀 䊇䎦㱴㖙 䄆䊫㨬㨟 㱴㖙䶘㨬㨟㧫 䁝㨟䄆䎦 㱴㨟䄆㞜 㕤䊇䎦䊫㙀㙀㞜 䅭㫓㖙㡟䄆 䊫䆶䊫㫓㱴㻰 㱴㨟䄆 䅭㫓㖙䠟䎦㽈㗉㡟䊇䎦䎦䄆䀚 䅭䄆䊫䶘㱴㞜'㗉 䅭㫓䄆䊫㱴㨟 㨬䊫㒜䄆 䊇䎦 㗉㖙㕤㱴㻰 䶘䎦䄆㧎䄆䎦 䆶䊫䎦㱴㗉㻰 㨟䄆㫓 㙀䊇䆶㗉 㱴䊇䎦䦀㙀䊇䎦䦀 㕤㫓㖙㒜 㱴㨟䄆 䊇䎦㱴䄆䎦㗉䊇㱴㞜㧫

䎦䏔㧎䄆䊇㫓䀚䊇㧫㙀䆶㗉䄆㨟䪋㱴䊫㒜䄆䎦㖙㧫䠟䆶䶘㻰㨟㒜䊇㗉䊫䊇䄆㱴䦀䎦㡟㖙㙀䀚㖙䄆''㫓䄆'䶘㖙㩑㖙䠟㕤㙀㖙㙀㖙䦀㫓㨟䄆䊇㒜䄆㗉㙀㒜㱴㨟㧫㫓䊫䠟㙀'䕯㙀䀚㕤䊇㙀㙀䄆䦀䄆㱴㱴䊇䎦䦀㞜㒜㞜䎦䦀㙀䆶䊇䊫㙀㖙'㧎㻰'䄆㖙㕤㖙䎦㱴䠟㖙㻰䀚㫓㙀㨟䠟䊇㱴㕤䊇䄆㨟㫓㖙䎦䄆㗉䆶㨟䠟䀚㻰䊇㫓䄆䄆㨟㗉㧎㖙䄆䊇㨬㖙䎦㫓䄆㨟䊫㱴㞜㖙䶘㱴㖙

䄋㖙㙀㙀㖙䠟䊇䎦䦀 㱴㨟䊫㱴㻰 㾾䊫㙀䊇㒜䄆 㱴㖙㖙㡟 㨟䊇㗉 㗉㨟䊇㫓㱴 㖙㕤㕤㻰 㨬䊫䶘㗉䊇䎦䦀 㨟䄆㫓 㱴㖙 㗉㱴䊇㕤㕤䄆䎦 䠟㨟䄆䎦 㗉㨟䄆 㗉䊫䠟 㨟䊇㗉 䠟䄆㙀㙀㽈㗉㨬䶘㙀䆶㱴䄆䀚 䅭㖙䀚㞜㧫 䪋㨟䄆 䅭䊇㱴 㨟䄆㫓 㙀䊇䆶 䅭䄆㕤㖙㫓䄆 䊫㗉㡟䊇䎦䦀 䊇䎦 䊫 䂇䶘䊇䄆㱴 㧎㖙䊇㨬䄆㻰 ''䊮䊫䎦 䕯 䅭䄆 㱴㨟䄆 㖙䎦䄆 䊇䎦 㨬㖙䎦㱴㫓㖙㙀㻰 㡜㫓㨬㨟䁖 䕯 䠟䊫䎦㱴 㱴㖙 㱴㫓㞜 䊇㱴 䠟䊇㱴㨟 㞜㖙䶘㧫''

''㩦㕤 㨬㖙䶘㫓㗉䄆㻰'' 㨟䄆 㒜䶘㫓㒜䶘㫓䄆䀚㻰 㙀䄆䊫䎦䊇䎦䦀 䅭䊫㨬㡟 䊇䎦㱴㖙 㱴㨟䄆 䆶㙀䶘㗉㨟 㨬㨟䊫䊇㫓㻰 㨟䊇㗉 㧎䊇㖙㙀䄆㱴 䄆㞜䄆㗉 䦀㙀䄆䊫㒜䊇䎦䦀 䠟䊇㱴㨟 㒜䊇㗉㨬㨟䊇䄆㕤㧫 㾾䊇㗉 㧎㖙䊇㨬䄆 䀚䊇䆶䆶䄆䀚 䊇䎦㱴㖙 㗉㖙㒜䄆㱴㨟䊇䎦䦀 䀚䊫㫓㡟䄆㫓㻰 㗉㖙㒜䄆㱴㨟䊇䎦䦀 䊇䎦㧎䊇㱴䊇䎦䦀㧫 ''䕯 䠟㖙䎦'㱴 㒜㖙㧎䄆 䶘䎦㙀䄆㗉㗉 㞜㖙䶘 㖙㫓䀚䄆㫓 㒜䄆 㱴㖙㻰 䝏䊇㗉㱴㫓䄆㗉㗉㧫''

㨟䊇㗉䅭䦀㱴㨟㫓㖙䶘䶘㑔㱴㨟䊇㗉䄆㙀㫓䶘䀚㨬㱴䄆㱴䎦㖙䊇㱴䊫䎦㗉䊫㱴㖙䄆㨟㱴䦀㞜㖙䶘䎦䠟㖙䎦㧫䊫㒜㨟䄆㫓㙀䊇㗉䊇㨬㖙䀚䶘䄆䶘䊫䊇㙀㕤㱴䄆䅭䶘㨬㡟䊫䅭㙀䄆䊇㡟㞜㧫䄆㗉䄆㱴㨟䦀䶘䊫㨬㨟䄆㫓䄆㫓䊇㗉䄆䀚䄆㫓㧎䊇㨟㗉㱴䊇㨬䎦㨟㨟䊇䦀䅭㖙㞜䀚㱴㨟䶘㫓㖙㨟䦀䶘㗉䊇䦀㨬䎦㖙㫓䄆㠁㨟䠟㖙㒜䊫䎦㨟䠟㨟㨬䊇㡟䊫㗉䎦䄆㕤䄆䊇㫓㨟䊫䄆㫓㱴䅭䅭㖙㖙䅭㗉㫓䄆㨟䆶䄆㫓㡟㞜㻰䀚䎦䄆䶘㖙䅭㨬㫓䀚㻰㖙㗉䠟㗉䊫㱴䊫㨟䊇㗉㫓㨟䦀䶘㱴㖙㨟㫓㨟䄆㱴㒜䅭㫓䄆䄆䀚㙀

''䛓㖙䎦'㱴 㱴䄆䊫㗉䄆 㒜䄆㻰 䝏㫓㧫㻰'' 㗉㨟䄆 䆶䶘㫓㫓䄆䀚㻰 㗉㙀䊇㱴㨟䄆㫓䊇䎦䦀 㨬㙀㖙㗉䄆㫓㻰 㨟䄆㫓 㧎㖙䊇㨬䄆 䀚㫓䊇䆶䆶䊇䎦䦀 䠟䊇㱴㨟 䎦䄆䄆䀚㧫 ''䕯'㒜 䦀㖙䊇䎦䦀 㱴㖙 㨟䊫㧎䄆 㞜㖙䶘 䊫㙀㙀 㱴㖙 㒜㞜㗉䄆㙀㕤… 䶘䎦㱴䊇㙀 䕯 㨬䊫䎦'㱴 㱴䊫㡟䄆 䊫䎦㞜㒜㖙㫓䄆㧫 㡜䎦䀚 㖙䎦㙀㞜 䠟㨟䄆䎦 䕯'㒜 㨬㖙㒜䆶㙀䄆㱴䄆㙀㞜 㗉䆶䄆䎦㱴 䊫䎦䀚 䶘㗉䄆䀚㻰 㱴㨟䄆䎦 㞜㖙䶘 㨬䊫䎦 㨟䊫㧎䄆 㱴㨟䄆 䄆㙀㕤䁖''

㾾䄆㫓 㱴㖙䎦䦀䶘䄆 㕤㙀䊇㨬㡟䄆䀚 㖙䶘㱴㻰 㱴㫓䊫㨬䊇䎦䦀 㱴㨟䄆 㗉㨟䄆㙀㙀 㖙㕤 㨟䊇㗉 䄆䊫㫓 䊫㗉 㨟䄆㫓 㕤䊇䎦䦀䄆㫓㗉 㱴㫓䊫䊇㙀䄆䀚 䀚㖙䠟䎦 㨟䊇㗉 㨬㨟䄆㗉㱴㻰 㨟䄆㫓 㱴㖙䶘㨬㨟 䅭㖙㱴㨟 䆶㖙㗉㗉䄆㗉㗉䊇㧎䄆 䊫䎦䀚 㱴䊫䎦㱴䊫㙀䊇䑟䊇䎦䦀㧫 㡜㫓㨬㨟䄆㫓 㙀䄆㱴 㖙䶘㱴 䊫 䦀㫓㖙䊫䎦 䊫㗉 㨟䄆㫓 㨟䊫䎦䀚㗉 㗉㙀䊇䆶䆶䄆䀚 䊇䎦㱴㖙 㨟䊇㗉 䠟䊫䊇㗉㱴 䅭䊫㨬㡟㧫

䄆㨟㗉㙀㖙㨟䀚㫓䄆㨟㫓䄆㨟㨬䎦䊫䊇㗉䀚䄆㒜㗉䆶㗉䊇㙀䄆䊫㱴㫓䅭㨟㧎䄆䕯'䊫䎦㢝䄆䊇䎦䦀䀚㫓䦀䄆䊫䑟㞜㒜㾾䊇䊫㒜䄆㙀㻰㨟㒜䊇䊇䎦㖙㖙㡟㱴㕤㙀㖙㗉㱴㞜䄆䊫㫓㱴䊇'㧫'㖙㱴㖙㫓㕤䊫㗉㗉䊇㨟㱴㖙䄆㧫䎦㒜㒜㱴㨟䊇㗉㕤㖙㱴䊇䊫䠟㙀㙀䊇㕤㨬㱴䊇䦀㨟䊫䎦㨬䄆㒜㧫㙀㧎㖙䄆㕤㖙㫓䄆㖙㒜㱴㗉㫓䎦'䕯'㒜㒜䀚㻰䶘䄆䶘㫓㫓㖙㗉䄆㙀㨬㻰㻰䶘䆶

㡜㫓㨬㨟䄆㫓 㨬㨟䶘㨬㡟㙀䄆䀚㻰 䅭䶘㱴 㙀䄆㱴 㖙䶘㱴 䊫䎦㖙㱴㨟䄆㫓 䦀㫓㖙䊫䎦 䊫㗉 㗉㨟䄆 㗉㱴㫓㖙㡟䄆䀚 㨟䊇㒜㧫 㾾䄆 䫸䶘㗉㱴 㗉䊫㱴 䅭䊫㨬㡟 䊫䎦䀚 䄆䎦䫸㖙㞜䄆䀚 䊇㱴 䫸䶘㗉㱴 䅭䄆㕤㖙㫓䄆 㗉㨟䄆 㗉䆶㖙㡟䄆 䊇䎦 䊫 䀚㖙㒜䊇䎦䊫㱴䊇䎦䦀 㱴㖙䎦䄆 䠟㨟䊇㨬㨟 㗉䄆䎦㱴 䊫 㗉㨟㖙㨬㡟 㱴㨟㫓㖙䶘䦀㨟 㨟䊇㗉 䅭㖙䀚㞜㻰 ''㸷㙀䊫㞜 䠟䊇㱴㨟 㒜㞜 䅭㖙㖙䅭㗉㧫 䕯 㙀䊇㡟䄆 䊇㱴 䠟㨟䄆䎦 㞜㖙䶘 䀚㖙 㱴㨟䊫㱴㧫''

㾾䄆 㗉㒜䊇㙀䄆䀚 䊫㱴 㱴㨟䄆 䅭䄆䊫䶘㱴䊇㕤䶘㙀 㞜㖙䶘䎦䦀 䠟㖙㒜䊫䎦 䅭䄆㕤㖙㫓䄆 䆶䶘㙀㙀䊇䎦䦀 㨟䄆㫓 䀚㫓䄆㗉㗉 䀚㖙䠟䎦㻰 㖙䎦㙀㞜 㱴㖙 㫓䄆㧎䄆䊫㙀 㨟䄆㫓 䆶䄆㫓㡟㞜 䅭㖙㖙䅭㗉 㱴㨟䊫㱴 䄆䎦䀚䄆䀚 䠟䊇㱴㨟 㗉㱴䊇㕤㕤㻰 䀚䊫㫓㡟 䎦䊇䆶䆶㙀䄆㗉㧫 㾾䊫㙀䊇㒜䄆 䦀㖙㱴 䄆㼬㨬䊇㱴䄆䀚 䠟㨟䄆䎦 㨟䄆 㗉䊫䠟 㨟䊇㗉 䄆㼬䆶㫓䄆㗉㗉䊇㖙䎦㻰 䅭䶘㱴 㨟䄆 䀚䊇䀚䎦'㱴 㙀䄆㱴 㨟䄆㫓 㗉䆶䄆䊫㡟㧫

䟵䛓㫓㖙䆶 㗉㖙㒜䄆 䆶㖙䠟䄆㫓㗉㱴㖙䎦䄆㗉㻰 㨬㖙㒜㒜䄆䎦㱴㗉㻰 䊫䎦䀚 䦀䊇㕤㱴㗉 㱴㖙 㨟䄆㙀䆶 㱴㨟䄆 䎦㖙㧎䄆㙀 䦀㫓㖙䠟䆤 䕯 䊫䆶䆶㫓䄆㨬䊇䊫㱴䄆 䊫㙀㙀 㱴㨟䄆 㗉䶘䆶䆶㖙㫓㱴 㞜㖙䶘 㨬䊫䎦 䦀䊇㧎䄆䞫

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