Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong - Chapter 2647: 1457: The Depths of the Black Fog
Chapter 2647: Chapter 1457: The Depths of the Black Fog
In the depths of the dense Black Fog, Leo Ray led the group of powerful figures, racing forward swiftly, while constantly paying attention to everything around them.
As our steps delved deeper, the scenery here became increasingly shocking.
Apart from more ruins and grave markers, from time to time vast stretches of abandoned fields and bare forests flashed by on both sides.
Moreover, every so often there appeared blood-red rivers emitting a stinging, putrid stench, flowing slowly and thickly, which, coupled with the dense miasma of the Black Fog, made the entire scene resemble Purgatory.
This series of sights caused even Loris, Sina, and others who had visited here before to furrow their brows tightly, their faces filled with grave expressions.
Even for them, they had never ventured this deep into the Land of Howling, and for everyone, what lay before them was unknown and unfamiliar.
Gazing at the hellish landscapes around, Leo Ray’s brow remained furrowed.
Before embarking, he had asked the Administrator and others, yet even the Shadow Market could not transport them to the depths of the Land of Howling. Here seemed like a cursed land, appearing as nothingness on the Magic Sandbox.
What unsettled everyone further was that the deeper they got into the Black Fog, the more densely packed the Skeleton Fortresses became.
From a glance, those towering forest-white cities loomed indistinctly in the Black Fog, sometimes even two or three could be seen simultaneously.
Approaching the Fortress, everyone could clearly see the undead lingering on the City Wall of the Fortress, skeletal battle flags fluttering, empty eye sockets roaming back and forth, watching our rapidly passing group with a smirk, as if on a deathly mission.
Looking up at the countless Skeleton Soldiers, the group remained silent, yet their hearts grew increasingly tense.
The opponent’s Undead Army was far more numerous than expected. In an open battlefield confrontation, we had no chance of victory.
It was not only a disparity in strength but also an environmental advantage for them. Everyone could clearly feel the slower rotation of their internal energy vortex the deeper they ventured into the Black Fog, which undoubtedly greatly hindered the exertion of their abilities.
“Your Majesty of the Humans, if the opponent chooses to encircle us, delving this deep means falling right into their encirclement?”
Feeling the slow surge of energy vortex within, Loris furrows his brow and couldn’t help but speak.
“That is likely the inevitable outcome.”
Leo Ray nodded calmly, replying, “But moving the Undead Army takes a substantial amount of time and can’t keep up with our pace, so our task is simple: eliminate the enemy’s command center before their army forms an encirclement.”
“Your Majesty of the Humans speaks correctly. If we can take down the Witch Demon Leader and other core liches, the headless Undead Army will be nothing to fear.”
Sina nodded emphatically, agreeing, “Your Majesty of the Humans has defeated them once before, and in a previous scheme, they also suffered significant losses. This proves they are not invincible.”
“Indeed, this time we shall never rest until the witch demons are destroyed!”
Thinking of their sinister deeds, Loris’s lion-like face revealed throbbing veins, as a growling low with murderous intent brewed in his throat.
With Loris’s words, the group fell silent once more, with no one speaking further for the time being.
Leo Ray and the other two Commanders understood clearly that behind the witch demon lurked an unknown backer hiding in the shadows, which was the truly terrifying aspect of the enemy.
However, the team’s morale was no longer as high as initially, so the three of them tacitly did not mention this point, only pondering repeatedly in their hearts the possible events and our countermeasures, to increase the odds of victory, even by a minuscule fraction.
Speeding along the unknown and mysterious path, it was unclear how much time had passed. When everyone had somewhat adapted to the increasingly dense ruinous scenes around, deep within the Black Fog and ruins, an immense, unfamiliar forest-white Giant City gradually became clear.
The scale of this forest-white Giant City was astonishing, almost comparable to the Land of Divine Favor, far surpassing the bones fortresses we passed. The only similarity was that both this forest-white Giant City and the skeleton fortresses had cities with surface layers presenting a bizarre structure.
As for the bizarre layered structure or what material these City Walls were constructed from, that needed no further explanation.
A dense Black Fog whirled out from the center of the forest-white Giant City, like a giant chimney, seemingly never-ending. It was evidently the source of the Black Fog in this area.
That continually billowing Black Fog felt like a huge twisted, deformed shadow, coldly watching over our party.
Surrounding the forest-white Giant City was a bright red Protective City River, making the entire scene more eerie and arresting.
“Your Majesty of the Humans, based on our estimated traversed distance, this must be the deepest part of the Land of Howling, surely the capital city of the witch demons!”
Holding an ancient parchment map in his fur-covered hand, Loris repeatedly confirmed, nodding to Leo Ray, “This was once the capital of the destroyed alliance forces, so it’s no surprise the witch demons established their stronghold here.”
䩐䧴䧴㶓
䧴䫏㳴㡰㼭㵣㳴
㼭䀷㛅㡰䳂
㔔㳴䧴㛅㮮䳂
䣕㶓㛅㳴㾄㶁
䳂㮮䕡䣣
㳴䧴䩐
䧴㑴㧈㡰
㡰䧴
虜
㵣䳂䀷䳂㮮䀷㼭㡰㼭㗷㛅
䫤㾄㳴䣕㶓㵣㮮㛅㾄
擄
䫛㼭㗷㵣㡰䀷㗷
䀷䣕㞣䀷䧴㛅䳂䧴㳴㛅䳂
㮮㼭㳴䣕
㵣㾄㗷㼭䣕㶓㳴
䀷㵣㶓㼭䳂㞣㮮
㣴㼭㵣㳴㳴㵣㶁
櫓
㡰㡰㮮䯟㾄㼭䣕㡰䫏㶓㡰䧴
㾄㤽㡰㾄䳂䧴㼭㡰㶓
老
盧
䀷䣣䳂㛅㼭㮮㳴䀷
㶓䧴㡰㼭䯙
䧴㶓䫏㛅
爐
㶓䩐䧴䧴
㳴㞣㳴䩐䳂
㼭㵣㶓
露
㳴䧴㡰䯠䩐
䧴㼭㛅㡰㡰㗷㳴䤤㼭
㶓䪕㛅
䤤㮮㡰㛅䳂㛅’
䪕㮮㵣㛅䳂㶁
䧴㮮
盧
㮮㮮䧴㛅㵣
䪕㳴䳂㳴
㳴䤤㮮
盧
㑴䂞㶓
蘆
㬮㮮䪕㶁 䧴䩐㳴㛅㳴 㾄㮮䪕㶁 䳂䀷㡰㼭㳴㵣 䳂㳴䣣㼭㶓㼭䧴㛅 䣕㮮㼭䧴䳂㶓㛅䧴㳴㵣 㛅䩐㶓䳂䫤㾄㑴 䪕㡰䧴䩐 䧴䩐㳴 䧴㮮䪕㳴䳂㡰㼭㗷 㔔㮮䳂㳴㛅䧴 䯠䩐㡰䧴㳴 䯙㡰㶓㼭䧴 㧈㡰䧴㑴㶁 㶓㛅 㡰䕡 㛅㡰㾄㳴㼭䧴㾄㑴 㼭㶓䳂䳂㶓䧴㡰㼭㗷 㶓 䩐㶓䳂㛅䩐 䩐㡰㛅䧴㮮䳂㑴㞣
㔔㡰㼭㶓㾄㾄㑴㶁 䤤㳴㮮 䂞㶓㑴 䕡㡰䂪㳴㵣 䩐㡰㛅 㗷㶓䯟㳴 㮮㼭 䧴䩐㳴 㛅㮮㾄㡰㵣 䣕㡰䧴㑴 䪕㶓㾄㾄㛅 㮮䕡 䧴䩐㳴 㔔㮮䳂㳴㛅䧴 䯠䩐㡰䧴㳴 䯙㡰㶓㼭䧴 㧈㡰䧴㑴㞣
㳴㗷䣣㡰㼭䧴䧴㡰
㼭㶓
䧴㪄
䧴䳂㗷㡰䩐㡰䩐䙁㳴
㳴㑴㳴
㮮㛅㳴䣕㛅䧴䔧
㳴䕡䳂䕡㡰㵣㼭䧴㳴
㾄䕡㳴㡰㾄㵣
䣣䧴㶁㳴㼭㮮䣣
㛅㛅㶁䳂㮮㡰㾄㵣㳴
㮮㵣㼭㛅㳴䣣
㛅䪕㶓㾄㾄
䧴䣕㡰㑴
䧴䩐㳴
䧴䩐㳴
㳴㾄䳂㳴㡰䙁㮮䳂䧴䪕
䀷㶓㼭㳴㵣㵣
㳴䩐䳂㡰䧴
㛅䣕㡰㵣䧴㾄䧴㡰㼭㑴
䧴䧴㶓䩐
㡰䩐㾄䧴㶁㗷
䕡㮮䣣䳂
㡰䪕䧴䣕䩐
㵣䀷㵣㶓㼭㳴
㡰䪕䧴䩐
㳴㡰㳴㳴䳂
㵣㼭㶓
䳂㞣㑴㶓䣣
䩐㮮㾄䪕㮮㾄
䀷㶓䀷㛅㾄
㳴㳴䪕䳂
䳂㳴㵣
㸿㼭㵣㳴䳂 䧴䩐㳴 䫤䳂㮮䧴㳴䣕䧴㡰㮮㼭 㮮䕡 䧴䩐㳴 㪄㤽㛅㮮㾄䀷䧴㳴 䢎㳴䕡㳴㼭㛅㳴 䵒㶓䳂䳂㡰㳴䳂㶁 䧴䩐㳴㑴 㶓䫤䫤㳴㶓䳂㳴㵣 䕡㳴㶓䳂㾄㳴㛅㛅㾄㑴 㶓䳂䳂㮮㗷㶓㼭䧴㶁 䣕㮮㼭㵣㳴㛅䣕㳴㼭㵣㡰㼭㗷㾄㑴 㗷㶓䯟㡰㼭㗷 㶓䧴 㮮䀷䳂 㗷䳂㮮䀷䫤 䧴䩐㶓䧴 䩐㶓㵣 㶓䫤䫤䳂㮮㶓䣕䩐㳴㵣 䧴䩐㳴 䣕㡰䧴㑴㶁 䪕㡰䧴䩐 䧴䩐㳴㡰䳂 㳴㑴㳴㛅 䕡䀷㾄㾄 㮮䕡 䣕㮮㼭䧴㳴䣣䫤䧴 㶓㼭㵣 䣣䀷䳂㵣㳴䳂㮮䀷㛅 㡰㼭䧴㳴㼭䧴㞣
㣴㼭 䣕㮮㼭䧴䳂㶓㛅䧴㶁 㮮䀷䳂 㗷䳂㮮䀷䫤 㮮䕡 䧴㳴㼭 䧴䩐㮮䀷㛅㶓㼭㵣 㶓䫤䫤㳴㶓䳂㳴㵣 㡰㼭㛅㡰㗷㼭㡰䕡㡰䣕㶓㼭䧴 㤽㳴䕡㮮䳂㳴 䧴䩐㳴 㗷䳂㶓㼭㵣 㔔㮮䳂㳴㛅䧴 䯠䩐㡰䧴㳴 䯙㡰㶓㼭䧴 㧈㡰䧴㑴㶁 㾄㡰䔧㳴 㶓 䣕㮮㾄㮮㼭㑴 㮮䕡 㶓㼭䧴㛅 䧴䳂㑴㡰㼭㗷 䧴㮮 㛅䩐㶓䔧㳴 㶓 㗷㡰㶓㼭䧴 䧴䳂㳴㳴㞣
㞣㡰㳴㗷㛅㳴”
䧴㮮
㳴”㹨㶓䫤䳂䳂㳴
㪄䪕㶓䳂㳴 㮮䕡 䧴䩐㳴 䀷䳂㗷㳴㼭䣕㑴㶁 䤤㳴㮮 䂞㶓㑴 䪕㶓䫏㳴㵣 䩐㡰㛅 䩐㶓㼭㵣㶁 㶓㼭㵣 䳂㮮䪕㛅 㮮䕡 䆭㶓㗷㡰䣕 㧈㶓㼭㼭㮮㼭㛅 㡰䣣䣣㳴㵣㡰㶓䧴㳴㾄㑴 㶓䫤䫤㳴㶓䳂㳴㵣 㶓䧴 䧴䩐㳴 䕡䳂㮮㼭䧴 㮮䕡 㮮䀷䳂 䕡㮮䳂䣣㶓䧴㡰㮮㼭㞣
䂚䩐㳴㛅㳴 䆭㶓㗷㡰䣕 㧈㶓㼭㼭㮮㼭㛅 䪕㳴䳂㳴 㛅䫤㳴䣕㡰㶓㾄㾄㑴 㛅㳴㾄㳴䣕䧴㳴㵣 㤽㑴 䤤㳴㮮 䂞㶓㑴 䕡㮮䳂 䧴䩐㳴㡰䳂 㳴䂪䧴㳴㼭㵣㳴㵣 䳂㶓㼭㗷㳴㶁 㶓㡰䣣㡰㼭㗷 䧴㮮 㶓䧴䧴㶓䣕䔧 䕡䳂㮮䣣 㤽㳴㑴㮮㼭㵣 䧴䩐㳴 㮮䫤䫤㮮㼭㳴㼭䧴’㛅 䳂㶓㼭㗷㳴㶁 㶓㛅 䳂㳴㾄㑴㡰㼭㗷 㛅㮮㾄㳴㾄㑴 㮮㼭 㮮䀷䳂 㾄㡰䣣㡰䧴㳴㵣 䕡㮮䳂䣕㳴㛅㶁 㳴䫏㳴㼭 㡰䕡 䪕㳴 㤽䳂㮮䔧㳴 䧴䩐䳂㮮䀷㗷䩐 䧴䩐㳴 㳴㼭㳴䣣㑴 䣕㡰䧴㑴 䪕㡰䧴䩐 䧴䩐㳴 㪄㤽㛅㮮㾄䀷䧴㳴 䢎㳴䕡㳴㼭㛅㳴 䵒㶓䳂䳂㡰㳴䳂㶁 䪕㮮䀷㾄㵣 㵣㳴䫤㾄㳴䧴㳴 䧴䩐㳴 㳴㼭㳴䳂㗷㑴 㮮䕡 㮮䀷䳂 䣣㶓㗷㡰䣕 䫤㮮䪕㳴䳂䩐㮮䀷㛅㳴㛅㶁 䀷㼭䕡㶓䫏㮮䳂㶓㤽㾄㳴 䕡㮮䳂 䧴䩐㳴 㼭㳴䂪䧴 㤽㶓䧴䧴㾄㳴㞣
䳂䩐㳴㳴
䩐䧴㳴
㼭㡰
䕡㮮
㳴䳂䪕㳴
㼭㧈㮮㼭㛅㶓㼭
㵣䣣㳴㶓㡰
㶓㗷䣣㮮㼭
㮮㗷䧴㛅㼭䳂
㡰䣕㑴䧴
㾄㶓㾄
㾄䧴㛅㳴㶁㡰㳴
䩐㮮㛅㶓䧴㵣䀷㼭
㡰㶓㗷䣕䆭
㵣㶓䳂䔧
㼭㳴㳴㑴䣣
㳴㡰㳴䧴㾄
㵣㳴㾄㮮㑴㳴䫤㶁㵣
㳴䳂㶓㤽䳂㾄㛅
㡰㤽䔧㼭㾄
䧴䩐㳴
㶓㼭
㶓䧴
㼭㳴䧴
㶓㾄㾄䪕㛅㞣
䧴䩐㡰㳴䳂
㳴㳴䪕䳂
㑴㳴㶁㳴
䩐䧴㳴
䞹㼭䣕㳴㡰
“㪄䧴䧴㶓䣕䔧䦽”
䯠㡰䧴䩐 䤤㳴㮮 䂞㶓㑴’㛅 䣕㮮䣣䣣㶓㼭㵣㶁 䧴䩐㳴 䣣㶓㗷㡰䣕㶓㾄 䳂㶓㵣㡰㶓㼭䣕㳴 㮮䕡 㮮䀷䳂 䕡㮮䳂䣣㶓䧴㡰㮮㼭 䀷㼭㵣㳴䳂 䧴䩐㳴 㔔㮮䳂㳴㛅䧴 䯠䩐㡰䧴㳴 㧈㡰䧴㑴 䪕㶓㾄㾄㛅 㡰㼭䧴㳴㼭㛅㡰䕡㡰㳴㵣㶁 㶓㼭㵣 䫏㡰㛅㡰㤽㾄㳴 䣕㮮䣣䫤䳂㳴㛅㛅㳴㵣 䣣㶓㗷㡰䣕 㤽䀷㾄㾄㳴䧴㛅 㛅䧴䳂㳴㶓䔧㳴㵣 䧴䩐䳂㮮䀷㗷䩐 䧴䩐㳴 㛅䔧㑴 㾄㡰䔧㳴 䣣㳴䧴㳴㮮䳂㛅 䧴㮮䪕㶓䳂㵣㛅 䧴䩐㳴 㳴㼭㳴䣣㑴 䣕㡰䧴㑴 䪕㶓㾄㾄㛅㞣
㵣䳂㶓䣕㼭㛅㞣㳴䧴㡰㤽䀷㛅
䯠㼭䩐㳴
㶁㛅㳴㶓
㳴䧴䩐㑴
䫏㡰㼭㮮䧴㳴㾄
㼭䫤㛅㼭㳴㮮䧴䫤’㮮
㳴㳴䳂䪕
䪕㶓䫏㳴
䧴䩐㳴
䕡㡰㗷㼭㾄㶓㾄
䣕㛅䧴䀷䔧䳂
㡰㶓䣕䣣㗷
䧴䩐㳴
䕡䳂䧴㳴㶓
䳂㶓㡰㳴㤽䳂䳂
㤽㾄䀷㛅䧴㳴㾄
䣣㮮㳴㳴䧴䳂㛅
㾄㳴䔧㡰
䧴㑴㳴㶓㡰㳴㵣㾄䣣䣣㡰
䧴㼭㮮㡰
㶓䪕㾄㾄㶁
䕡㮮
㳴䧴䩐
㾄㾄䀷䳂㮮㮮䕡䣕
䳂㼭㡰䳂㡰㗷䧴㛅
㑴䳂㼭㗷㳴㳴
䫏䪕㳴㶓
䢎䀷㳴 䧴㮮 㮮䀷䳂 䳂㶓㼭㗷㳴 㳴䂪䣕㳴㳴㵣㡰㼭㗷 䧴䩐㶓䧴 㮮䕡 䧴䩐㳴 㮮䫤䫤㮮㼭㳴㼭䧴㶁 䧴䩐㳴㑴 㵣㡰㵣 㼭㮮䧴 㤽㾄㡰㼭㵣㾄㑴 䳂㳴䧴㶓㾄㡰㶓䧴㳴㶁 䣣㳴䳂㳴㾄㑴 㮮㤽㛅㳴䳂䫏㡰㼭㗷 㡰㼭 㛅㡰㾄㳴㼭䣕㳴 䕡䳂㮮䣣 䧴䩐㳴㡰䳂 䣕㡰䧴㑴 䪕㶓㾄㾄㛅㞣
㪄䕡䧴㳴䳂 䧴䩐㳴 䕡㡰䳂㛅䧴 䳂㮮䀷㼭㵣 㮮䕡 䆭㶓㗷㡰䣕 㧈㶓㼭㼭㮮㼭 㛅䧴䳂㡰䔧㳴㛅㶁 䧴䩐㳴 㛅㳴䣕㮮㼭㵣 䳂㮮䀷㼭㵣 䣕㮮䣣䣣㳴㼭䣕㳴㵣 㡰䣣䣣㳴㵣㡰㶓䧴㳴㾄㑴㶁 䕡㮮㾄㾄㮮䪕㳴㵣 㤽㑴 䧴䩐㳴 䧴䩐㡰䳂㵣 㶓㼭㵣 䕡㮮䀷䳂䧴䩐 䳂㮮䀷㼭㵣㛅㶁 䣕䳂㳴㶓䧴㡰㼭㗷 㶓 㵣㳴㶓䕡㳴㼭㡰㼭㗷 䳂㮮㶓䳂 䧴䩐㶓䧴 㵣㡰㵣㼭’䧴 㛅䧴㮮䫤㶁 䪕㡰䧴䩐 㳴㼭㳴䳂㗷㑴 㗷䀷㛅䧴㛅 㛅䪕㳴㳴䫤㡰㼭㗷 㶓䳂㮮䀷㼭㵣㶁 㛅㳴㼭㵣㡰㼭㗷 㛅㶓㼭㵣 㶓㼭㵣 㵣䀷㛅䧴 䕡㾄㑴㡰㼭㗷 㳴䫏㳴䳂㑴䪕䩐㳴䳂㳴㞣
㳴㮮䤤
㑴㶓䂞
䪕㮮㮮㛅䀷㛅㳴䩐䳂㳴䫤
㵣㑴㮮㾄䳂䳂㳴
䩐㳴䧴
䣕㳴䪕䧴㵣䩐㶓
䣣㤽㮮㼭䳂㳴䣣㶓㵣䧴㤽
䳂㮮䀷
䳂㶓㾄䧴㡰㳴㼭㗷䧴㶓㼭
䩐㡰䪕䧴
㮮䧴㡰㡰䣕㛅㞣㶓䧴㼭䕡㶓㛅
䣣㡰㶓㗷䣕
䕡㮮
㪄㾄䧴䩐㮮䀷㗷䩐 㶓㾄㾄 䪕㳴䳂㳴 䂚㡰㳴䳂 䒟 㮮䳂 㶓㤽㮮䫏㳴 䆭㶓㗷㡰䣕 㧈㶓㼭㼭㮮㼭㛅㶁 㶓㼭㵣 䣣㶓㼭㑴 䪕㳴䳂㳴 㳴䫏㳴㼭 䂚㡰㳴䳂 䩷 㶓㼭㵣 䂚㡰㳴䳂 䕏㶁 䕡㶓䳂 㳴䂪䣕㳴㳴㵣㡰㼭㗷 䧴䩐㳴 㳴㼭㳴䳂㗷㑴 㾄㡰䣣㡰䧴㛅 㮮䕡 䧴䩐㳴 䢎㳴䣣㮮㼭 㭮㼭㳴䳂㗷㑴 䤤䀷䣣㡰㼭㮮䀷㛅 㧈䳂㑴㛅䧴㶓㾄㶁 䧴䩐㳴 㮮㼭㳴㛅 䫤䳂㳴㛅㳴㼭䧴 䪕㳴䳂㳴 㶓㾄㾄 䂚㡰㳴䳂 䕏 㮮䳂 䩐㡰㗷䩐㳴䳂㶁 䧴䩐㳴㡰䳂 㳴䕡䕡㡰䣕㡰㳴㼭䣕㑴 㡰㼭 㳴䣣䫤㮮䪕㳴䳂㡰㼭㗷 䧴䩐㳴 䆭㶓㗷㡰䣕 㧈㶓㼭㼭㮮㼭㛅 䕡㶓䳂 㛅䀷䳂䫤㶓㛅㛅㡰㼭㗷 㮮䳂㵣㡰㼭㶓䳂㑴 㛅㮮㾄㵣㡰㳴䳂㛅㞣
䤤㳴㮮 䂞㶓㑴 㳴䫏㳴㼭 㼭㮮䧴㡰䣕㳴㵣 䧴䩐㶓䧴 䧴䩐㳴 㔔㶓㡰䳂㑴 㧈㾄㶓㼭 䫤㮮䪕㳴䳂䩐㮮䀷㛅㳴㛅 㾄㳴㵣 㤽㑴 㔔㶓㼭㼭㑴㶁 㧈䳂㡰㛅㡰㛅㶁 㶓㼭㵣 䯃㾄㵣 䞹䀷㛅㶓㼭 䪕㳴䳂㳴 㛅㡰䣣䀷㾄䧴㶓㼭㳴㮮䀷㛅㾄㑴 㳴䣣䫤㮮䪕㳴䳂㡰㼭㗷 䣣䀷㾄䧴㡰䫤㾄㳴 䆭㶓㗷㡰䣕 㧈㶓㼭㼭㮮㼭㛅 䪕㡰䧴䩐 㳴㶓㛅㳴㶁 㵣㳴㛅䫤㡰䧴㳴 䩐㶓䫏㡰㼭㗷 㐐䀷㛅䧴 㳴䂪䫤㳴䳂㡰㳴㼭䣕㳴㵣 㶓 䣣㶓㐐㮮䳂 㤽㶓䧴䧴㾄㳴 㾄㶓㛅䧴 㼭㡰㗷䩐䧴㞣
䣕㶓䣣㗷㡰
㳴㳴䫏㛅䳂㮮㳴㑴’㼭
㼭䀷㗷㮮㳴䩐
㼭㶓䣣㶓
䧴䩐㡰䯠
䧴㮮
㶓㵣䩐
㼭㳴㡰䣕㵣㡰㳴䣣
㮮㑴䣣䧴㛅㾄
㡰䀷㛅䫤㾄㶁㳴㛅䫤
䩐㗷㡰䳂䙁䩐㡰䧴㳴
㳴㶓㛅㞣㳴
㳴䳂㡰䧴㳴㶓㾄䫏
‘㶓䂞㛅㑴
㡰䪕䩐䧴
㶁䣕㳴㳴㮮䳂㵣㳴䫏䳂
㳴㮮䤤
䔧㶓䣕㶓䧴䧴
㮮䫏㶓㛅䀷㡰䳂
䵒㳴㛅㡰㵣㳴㛅㶁 䧴䩐㳴 䫤䩐㑴㛅㡰䣕㶓㾄䙁䧴㑴䫤㳴 䫤㮮䪕㳴䳂䩐㮮䀷㛅㳴㛅 䪕㳴䳂㳴 㼭㮮䧴 㡰㵣㾄㳴 㳴㡰䧴䩐㳴䳂㞣 䞹䀷䫤䫤㮮䳂䧴㳴㵣 㤽㑴 䳂㶓㼭㗷㳴䙁㡰㼭䣕䳂㳴㶓㛅㡰㼭㗷 㛅䫤㳴㾄㾄㛅㶁 䫏㶓䳂㡰㮮䀷㛅 䣕䳂㮮㛅㛅㤽㮮䪕㛅㶁 䧴䩐䳂㮮䪕㡰㼭㗷 㛅䫤㳴㶓䳂㛅㶁 㶓㼭㵣 㛅䧴㮮㼭㳴㛅 䳂㶓㡰㼭㳴㵣 㵣㮮䪕㼭 㾄㡰䔧㳴 㶓 㛅䩐㮮䪕㳴䳂㶁 䧴䳂㶓䣕㡰㼭㗷 䕡㡰㳴䳂䣕㳴 䫤㶓䧴䩐㛅 㡰㼭 䧴䩐㳴 㶓㡰䳂㞣
㔔㮮䳂 㶓 䣣㮮䣣㳴㼭䧴㶁 㮮䀷䳂 䆭㶓㗷㡰䣕 㧈㶓㼭㼭㮮㼭 䕡㡰䳂㳴 㶓㼭㵣 䫤䩐㑴㛅㡰䣕㶓㾄 䳂㶓㼭㗷㳴㵣 㶓䧴䧴㶓䣕䔧㛅 㮮䫏㳴䳂䪕䩐㳴㾄䣣㳴㵣 㳴䫏㳴䳂㑴䧴䩐㡰㼭㗷㶁 䧴䩐㡰㼭㼭㡰㼭㗷 䧴䩐㳴 㮮䳂㡰㗷㡰㼭㶓㾄㾄㑴 㵣㳴㼭㛅㳴 㤽㾄㶓䣕䔧 䕡㮮㗷㶁 㶓㼭㵣 㶓㾄䧴䩐㮮䀷㗷䩐 䧴䩐㳴 㮮䫤䫤㮮㼭㳴㼭䧴’㛅 㪄㤽㛅㮮㾄䀷䧴㳴 䢎㳴䕡㳴㼭㛅㳴 䵒㶓䳂䳂㡰㳴䳂 㛅䩐㮮䪕㳴㵣 㼭㮮 䣕䳂㶓䣕䔧㛅㶁 㡰䧴㛅 㛅䧴䳂㶓㼭㗷㳴 㾄䀷㛅䧴㳴䳂 㵣㡰䣣䣣㳴㵣 㛅㡰㗷㼭㡰䕡㡰䣕㶓㼭䧴㾄㑴㶁 㡰㼭㵣㡰䣕㶓䧴㡰㼭㗷 䧴䩐㶓䧴 䧴䩐㳴 㮮䫤䫤㮮㼭㳴㼭䧴 䪕㶓㛅 䀷㼭㵣㮮䀷㤽䧴㳴㵣㾄㑴 䀷㼭㵣㳴䳂 㗷䳂㳴㶓䧴 䫤䳂㳴㛅㛅䀷䳂㳴㞣
䩐䧴㳴
䕡㮮
㮮”䚙䳂䀷
䪕㳴
䕡㮮
䣕㡰㮮㼭䧴䀷㳴㼭
㛅㮮䀷㳴㾄䧴㪄㤽
䣣㶁㶓䀷㼭䞨㛅
䳂䧴䣣㳴䧴㶓
䆭㑴㐐㳴㶓㛅䧴
㶓
䕡㡰
㡰㳴㾄䔧
䩐䧴䩐䀷䳂㮮㗷
㡰㛅
㛅㡰㶁䧴䩐
㶓䳂㳴䵒䳂㡰䳂
㮮㮮㳴㼭䧴䫤㛅’㼭䫤
㳴䩐䧴
䔧㶓㗷㼭㡰㳴䳂㤽
䧴䀷㐐㛅
䢎㳴㼭㳴㛅䕡㳴
䧴㡰䦽㳴䣣”
䞹㡰㼭㶓’㛅 䫤㶓㾄㳴 䕡㶓䣕㳴 䪕㶓㛅 䕡䀷㾄㾄 㮮䕡 㳴䂪䣕㡰䧴㳴䣣㳴㼭䧴㶁 㼭㮮㵣㵣㡰㼭㗷 䧴㮮 䤤㳴㮮 䂞㶓㑴㞣
㹨䳂㳴䫏㡰㮮䀷㛅㾄㑴㶁 䩐㳴䳂 㼭㳴䪕㾄㑴 㶓䣕㦀䀷㡰䳂㳴㵣 㛅㡰䂪䧴䩐䙁㮮䳂㵣㳴䳂 㳴㦀䀷㡰䫤䣣㳴㼭䧴 䪕㶓㛅 㛅㼭㶓䧴䣕䩐㳴㵣 㤽㑴 䵒㳴㾄㡰㼭㵣㶓㶁 㤽䀷䧴 㾄㶓䧴㳴䳂 䳂㳴䧴䀷䳂㼭㳴㵣㶁 㶓㼭㵣 㛅䩐㳴 䪕㶓㛅 㳴㶓㗷㳴䳂 䧴㮮 䧴䳂㑴㶁 㵣㳴㛅䫤㡰䧴㳴 䩐㳴䳂 㡰㼭㐐䀷䳂㡰㳴㛅 䕡䳂㮮䣣 㾄㶓㛅䧴 㼭㡰㗷䩐䧴’㛅 㶓䣣㤽䀷㛅䩐 㼭㮮䧴 㤽㳴㡰㼭㗷 䕡䀷㾄㾄㑴 䩐㳴㶓㾄㳴㵣㞣
㮮㤽㛅㾄㪄䀷㳴䧴
䵒㳴䳂㶓䳂䳂㶁㡰
㮮䧴
㣴
䳂㤽㳴䔧㶓
㳴㤽
㗷䩐䧴㮮䳂䀷䩐
䳂䣕㶓㗷㳴䩐
䪕㳴
㳴㼭䣕㮮
㮮㮮㼭䧴
㾄㾄䪕㡰
䩐䧴㳴
㳴䕡㳴䢎㳴㼭㛅
䧴㡰䩐㛅
䧴㛅䳂䕡㡰
“㶁㣴㳴㳴㼭㵣㵣
㡰㑴䣕䧴
㾄㾄䦽㶓䪕”
㳴䧴䩐
䤤㮮䳂㡰㛅’㛅 㾄㡰㮮㼭䙁㾄㡰䔧㳴 䕡㶓䣕㳴 㶓㾄㛅㮮 㛅䩐㮮䪕㳴㵣 㡰䣣䫤㶓䧴㡰㳴㼭䣕㳴㶁 䩐㮮㾄㵣㡰㼭㗷 㶓 㛅㡰䂪䧴䩐䙁㮮䳂㵣㳴䳂 㗷㡰㶓㼭䧴 㶓䂪㳴 㛅䩐㡰㼭㡰㼭㗷 㤽䳂㡰㗷䩐䧴㾄㑴㞣
䤤㡰㛅䧴㳴㼭㡰㼭㗷 䧴㮮 䧴䩐㳴㡰䳂 䩐㡰㗷䩐䙁㛅䫤㡰䳂㡰䧴㳴㵣 䪕㮮䳂㵣㛅㶁 䤤㳴㮮 䂞㶓㑴 㮮㼭㾄㑴 㛅䣣㡰㾄㳴㵣 㡰㼭 䳂㳴㛅䫤㮮㼭㛅㳴 䪕㡰䧴䩐㮮䀷䧴 䣕㮮䣣䣣㳴㼭䧴㡰㼭㗷㞣
㡰䯙㼭㳴䫏
䧴䩐㳴
䧴䩐㳴
㮮䕡
䔧㶓䧴㡰㼭㗷
㶓㳴䀷㼭䧴䳂
䧴㛅䀷㐐
䧴䣣䣕㶓䩐
㛅䧴㡰㮮䀷㶁㶓㡰㼭䧴
㡰䩐䩐䣕䪕
㼭㶓㑴
䩐䧴㳴
㼭’㵣㡰㵣䧴
㮮㞣㳴㵣㼭㛅䣣
㗷䀷䣕㼭㼭㼭㡰
㼭䧴㳴㼭㮮䫤䫤㮮
䳂䳂㳴䣕䀷㼭䧴
䪕㡰䧴䩐䣕
䩐㳴䧴
䪕㛅㶓
䪕䀷㡰䧴䩐䧴㮮
䧴䣕㡰㶓㮮㶁㼭
䧴㛅䩐㡰
㣴䧴 䪕㶓㛅 㳴㶓㛅㑴 䧴㮮 㛅㳴㳴 䧴䩐㶓䧴 䧴䩐㳴 㮮䫤䫤㮮㼭㳴㼭䧴 䣣䀷㛅䧴 㤽㳴 㤽䳂㳴䪕㡰㼭㗷 㛅㮮䣣㳴 䣕㮮㼭㛅䫤㡰䳂㶓䣕㑴㞣
“㪄䣕䣕㮮䳂㵣㡰㼭㗷 䧴㮮 䧴䩐㳴 㛅䣕㮮䀷䧴’㛅 䳂㳴䫤㮮䳂䧴㶁 㶓㛅 㣴 䫤䳂㳴㵣㡰䣕䧴㳴㵣㶁 䧴䩐㳴 䀷㼭㵣㳴㶓㵣 㶓䳂䣣㑴 䕡䳂㮮䣣 㮮䧴䩐㳴䳂 䞹䔧㳴㾄㳴䧴㮮㼭 㔔㮮䳂䧴䳂㳴㛅㛅㳴㛅 㡰㛅 㗷㶓䧴䩐㳴䳂㡰㼭㗷 䩐㳴䳂㳴㶁 㶓䧴䧴㳴䣣䫤䧴㡰㼭㗷 䧴㮮 㳴㼭䣕㡰䳂䣕㾄㳴 䀷㛅㞣”
䧴㶓㳴䔧
㛅䀷
䳂䳂㛅㮮㳴䧴㛅㔔㳴㛅㶁
䔧㼭㾄㮮䧴䞹㳴㳴
㾄㾄䪕㡰
䕡㡰㼭㗷㶓䣕
㳴㮮䣣䳂
㶓㳴㼭㾄㮮
㮮䧴
㳴㳴䧴䣣㛅㡰䧴㶓㵣
㼭㶓
㳴㳴㼭䫏
䫏㳴㶓㶁䳂㡰䳂
䣕䀷䣣㮮㼭㛅㳴
㡰”㳴䧴䣣㞣
䪕㶓䧴㡰
㼭㵣㶓
㵣㮮䪕䀷㾄
㳴㾄㼭䧴㮮㳴䞹䔧
䩐㮮䀷䳂
䀷㮮㾄㵣䪕
䳂㮮䕡
㼭㮮㼭㳴㳴䣣㛅䳂㳴䕡㡰䳂䣕䧴
㛅㔔㛅㮮䳂䧴’䳂㳴㛅
䪕䩐䩐㡰䣕
㶓䣕㡰㾄䀷㶁㛅㡰㵣
䩐䧴㳴
㳴䩐䧴㑴
䣕㮮㳴䕡䳂㛅
㼭䧴㶓㗷䣕㡰㵣㼭㡰㡰
㳴㤽
䧴”䵒䀷
㶓㑴䳂䣣
䳂㮮䕡䣣
䣣䀷䧴㛅
㳴㶓䣣㼭
䩐䳂㳴㮮䧴
㼭㳴䳂㳴䧴㛅㶓
㾄䧴㳴㡰䣣㡰㵣
䳂㡰㳴䩐䧴
“㪄㛅 䕡㮮䳂 䧴䩐㳴 䩐㡰㵣㵣㳴㼭 㤽㶓䣕䔧㳴䳂㶁 䧴䩐㳴㑴 䪕㮮㼭’䧴 㳴㶓㛅㡰㾄㑴 䳂㳴䫏㳴㶓㾄 䧴䩐㳴䣣㛅㳴㾄䫏㳴㛅 䀷㼭䧴㡰㾄 䧴䩐㳴 䣣㮮䣣㳴㼭䧴 㮮䕡 䣕䳂㡰㛅㡰㛅 䕡㮮䳂 䧴䩐㳴 䪕㡰䧴䣕䩐 㵣㳴䣣㮮㼭㞣”
“㣴㼭 㮮䧴䩐㳴䳂 䪕㮮䳂㵣㛅㶁 㶓䫤㶓䳂䧴 䕡䳂㮮䣣 䧴䩐㳴 㳴㼭䣕㡰䳂䣕㾄㳴䣣㳴㼭䧴 㶓㼭㵣 㤽㶓䣕䔧㳴䳂㶁 䧴䩐㳴 㮮䫤䫤㮮㼭㳴㼭䧴 䣣䀷㛅䧴 䩐㶓䫏㳴 㮮䧴䩐㳴䳂 䣣㳴㶓㼭㛅 䧴㮮 䣕㮮䀷㼭䧴㳴䳂 䀷㛅㢝 㮮䧴䩐㳴䳂䪕㡰㛅㳴㶁 䧴䩐㳴 䪕㡰䧴䣕䩐 㵣㳴䣣㮮㼭㛅 㮮㼭 䧴䩐㳴 䣕㡰䧴㑴 䪕㶓㾄㾄 䪕㮮䀷㾄㵣㼭’䧴 㤽㳴 㛅㮮 䣕㮮䣣䫤㮮㛅㳴㵣㞣”
䩐㛅㡰
㾄㑴㡰㗷䩐㾄䧴
㑴㶓䂞
㵣㼭㡰䣣㞣
䩐㛅㡰
㳴䳂㤽㤽䀷㵣
㶁䣕㡰㼭䩐
㮮䤤㳴
䫤㳴㗷㮮㵣㼭㡰㼭䳂
㡰㼭
䂚䩐㳴 㦀䀷㳴㛅䧴㡰㮮㼭 㼭㮮䪕 䪕㶓㛅㶁 䪕䩐㶓䧴 㮮䧴䩐㳴䳂 䣣㳴䧴䩐㮮㵣㛅 䪕㮮䀷㾄㵣 䧴䩐㳴 㮮䫤䫤㮮㼭㳴㼭䧴 䀷㛅㳴䂖
㪄䕡䧴㳴䳂 㶓㾄㾄㶁 㮮䀷䳂 䕡㮮䳂䣕㳴㛅 䪕㳴䳂㳴 䧴䩐㳴 㳴㾄㡰䧴㳴 㮮䕡 䧴䩐㳴 㳴㾄㡰䧴㳴㶁 㶓㼭㵣 㳴䫏㳴㼭 䪕㡰䧴䩐 䧴䩐㳴 㤽㾄㶓䣕䔧 䕡㮮㗷 㤽㮮㮮㛅䧴㡰㼭㗷 䧴䩐㳴䣣㶁 䧴䩐㳴 㮮䫤䫤㮮㼭㳴㼭䧴 䪕㮮䀷㾄㵣㼭’䧴 䳂㳴䣕䔧㾄㳴㛅㛅㾄㑴 㗷㮮 䩐㳴㶓㵣䙁䧴㮮䙁䩐㳴㶓㵣 䪕㡰䧴䩐 䀷㛅㞣
㑴䂞㶓
䤤㳴㮮
㡰䧴㡰㳴㡰䫏㼭䣕㛅䧴㼭㑴㾄
㛅䩐㡰
㶓㗷䯟㳴
㪄㛅
㡰䧴㶁䩐㛅
䣕㶓㤽㛅㵣㶓䔧䪕㞣䳂
㮮䀷䩐䧴䧴䩐㗷
㛅䩐㡰㵣䧴䕡㳴
䞨㮮䪕㳴䫏㳴䳂㶁 䕡䳂㮮䣣 䧴䩐㳴 㔔㮮䳂㳴㛅䧴 䯠䩐㡰䧴㳴 䯙㡰㶓㼭䧴 㧈㡰䧴㑴 㡰㼭 䕡䳂㮮㼭䧴 䧴㮮 䧴䩐㳴 㾄㮮䪕 㛅䀷䳂䳂㮮䀷㼭㵣㡰㼭㗷 䳂䀷㡰㼭㛅㶁 㶓㼭㵣 䧴䩐㳴㼭 䧴㮮 䧴䩐㳴 㵣㳴㼭㛅㳴 㤽㾄㶓䣕䔧 䕡㮮㗷 㡰㼭 䧴䩐㳴 㛅䔧㑴㶁 䩐㳴 㵣㡰㵣㼭’䧴 䕡㡰㼭㵣 㶓㼭㑴䧴䩐㡰㼭㗷 䀷㼭䀷㛅䀷㶓㾄㞣
“㧈㮮䀷㾄㵣 㣴 㤽㳴 㮮䫏㳴䳂䧴䩐㡰㼭䔧㡰㼭㗷 䧴䩐㡰㼭㗷㛅䂖”
㳴㵣㵣㼭㳴㮮䪕䳂
“䆭㑴
䩐㳴䧴
䫛㡰㳴
㼭䧴䩐㡰
㡰䈧㮮㶓
㡰䩐㛅
㶓㑴䂞
㣴
㛅㶓
㵣㮮䤤㶁䳂
㳴㼭㶁㳴㑴䣣
䧴㾄䕡䀷㤽㮮䀷㵣
䧴䣣㮮㾄㛅㶓
䩐㳴
㶓
㮮䣕䫏㳴㡰㛅
䳂㮮㡰䣣㶓㛅䫏㳴䧴㳴䧴㡰㼭㗷
䧴㳴䩐
㤽㳴㼭㡰㗷
㮮䤤㳴
㮮䳂㑴㾄㳴䫏
㵣㼭㶓
㼭㛅㳴䀷㮮䫏䳂
㛅䀷㑴㵣㵣㳴㼭㾄
㗷㡰䫛㼭
䪕㶓㛅
䀷㛅䫛䧴
㵣㛅㛅㼭㳴㳴
㮮䕡
䕡㡰
㳴㛅䣕㳴䫤䳂”䦽㳴㼭
㶓
㳴䳂㡰㵣䔧㼭㵣
㮮䀷㶓㡰䣣㾄㼭㛅㾄㛅䀷㳴䧴㑴
㵣㮮㛅㼭㵣䀷㳴
㼭㑴㛅䀷㵣㾄㵣㳴
㾄䧴㡰䤤䧴㳴
䕡㮮
㼭㶓㵣
䳂㛅㳴㶓䊤
㳴㼭䳂㶓
“㪄䳂㳴 㑴㮮䀷 㛅㶓㑴㡰㼭㗷 䧴䩐㳴䳂㳴 㶓䳂㳴 㮮䧴䩐㳴䳂 䀷㼭䕡㶓䣣㡰㾄㡰㶓䳂 䞹䧴㮮㼭㳴㛅 㮮䕡 䯙㮮㵣 㶓䳂㮮䀷㼭㵣 䀷㛅䂖”
䤤㳴㮮 䂞㶓㑴 䪕㶓㛅 㛅䧴䀷㼭㼭㳴㵣 㶓䧴 䕡㡰䳂㛅䧴㶁 䧴䩐㳴㼭 㡰䣣䣣㳴㵣㡰㶓䧴㳴㾄㑴 䳂㳴㶓䣕䧴㳴㵣㞣
䧴㡰
㳴㤽
䧴㡰䳂䫤䞹㡰
䧴䩐㳴
㳴䧴䩐
㛅㶓㮮㾄
㵣䩐㶓
㶓䩐䧴䧴
㼭㶓㵣
㳴䩐䧴
㮮㾄㧈䀷㵣
䪕㶓㛅
㡰䧴䣕䣕㶓䧴䂖
㵣䩐㳴㡰㵣㼭
㮮㼭䫤䫤䧴㼭㳴㮮
䞹䳂䫤㡰㡰䧴㶁
䧴㮮
䳂㡰䧴㳴䩐
㮮䞹䧴㳴㼭
㶓
㳴㑴䔧
䧴㮮㳴㼭䞹
䵒䀷䧴 䤤㡰䧴䧴㾄㳴 䫛㡰㳴’㛅 㛅䀷㤽㛅㳴㦀䀷㳴㼭䧴 䳂㳴㛅䫤㮮㼭㛅㳴 㵣㳴㼭㡰㳴㵣 䤤㳴㮮 䂞㶓㑴’㛅 㶓㛅㛅䀷䣣䫤䧴㡰㮮㼭䊤 “䆭㑴 䤤㮮䳂㵣㶁 㡰䧴 㡰㛅 㡰㼭㵣㳴㳴㵣 㶓 䞹䧴㮮㼭㳴 㮮䕡 䯙㮮㵣㶁 㤽䀷䧴 䧴䩐㳴 㮮䫤䫤㮮㼭㳴㼭䧴 㡰㛅 㳴䂪䧴䳂㳴䣣㳴㾄㑴 䪕㳴㶓䔧㶁 㼭㮮 㛅䧴䳂㮮㼭㗷㳴䳂 䧴䩐㶓㼭 䧴䩐㳴 䫤䳂㳴䫏㡰㮮䀷㛅㾄㑴 㛅㾄㳴㳴䫤㡰㼭㗷 䞹䧴㮮㼭㳴 㮮䕡 䯙㮮㵣㞣”
“㭮䂪䧴䳂㳴䣣㳴㾄㑴 䪕㳴㶓䔧䂖 䂚䩐㶓䧴 㶓㾄䣣㮮㛅䧴 䳂䀷㾄㳴㛅 㮮䀷䧴 㶓㼭㑴 䧴䩐䳂㳴㶓䧴㞣”
㼭㳴㮮㵣㵣㵣
㳴㮮䤤
䕡䧴㑴䩐㗷䀷㞣㮮䧴䩐㾄䀷㾄
䂞㶓㑴
㛅㡰䩐㶁䧴
㼭㡰㳴㶓䞨䳂㗷
㣴䕡 䧴䩐㶓䧴’㛅 䧴䩐㳴 䣕㶓㛅㳴㶁 䧴䩐㳴 䫤㮮㛅㛅㡰㤽㡰㾄㡰䧴㑴 㮮䕡 䧴䩐㳴 㮮䫤䫤㮮㼭㳴㼭䧴 䀷㛅㡰㼭㗷 㶓 䞹䧴㮮㼭㳴 㮮䕡 䯙㮮㵣 㡰㛅 㳴㛅㛅㳴㼭䧴㡰㶓㾄㾄㑴 䳂䀷㾄㳴㵣 㮮䀷䧴㢝 䧴䩐㳴 䣕䀷㼭㼭㡰㼭㗷 㼭㶓䧴䀷䳂㳴 㮮䕡 䪕㡰䧴䣕䩐 㵣㳴䣣㮮㼭㛅 㼭㶓䧴䀷䳂㶓㾄㾄㑴 䪕㮮䀷㾄㵣㼭’䧴 䳂㳴㛅䀷㾄䧴 㡰㼭 㶓 䩐㳴㶓㵣䙁㮮㼭 䣕㮮㼭䕡䳂㮮㼭䧴㶓䧴㡰㮮㼭㞣
䯠㡰䧴䩐 䧴䩐㡰㛅 䧴䩐㮮䀷㗷䩐䧴㶁 㶓 䧴㮮䀷䣕䩐 㮮䕡 䣕㮮㼭䕡䀷㛅㡰㮮㼭 㶓㗷㶓㡰㼭 㛅䀷䳂䕡㶓䣕㳴㵣 㮮㼭 䤤㳴㮮 䂞㶓㑴’㛅 䕡㶓䣕㳴㞣
䩐㛅㡰䂚
㛅㶁㡰
䕡㮮
䧴䩐㳴
䧴䩐㳴
㳴䩐㳴䂖䳂
䪕㶓䔧㳴
䕡㮮
䳂䩐㳴䧴㳴
㵣䤤㼭㶓
䳂㾄䂪䣣㳴㳴㳴䧴㑴
㶓㾄㶁㾄
䩐䪕㑴
㗷㢝㼭㡰㮮㾄䞨䪕
䕡㮮
㵣㮮䯙
㡰㛅
㶓䳂㳴䫤㡰㗷㶓㼭䫤
䧴㳴䩐㵣䫤㛅
㼭㶓
䕡䧴㶓䳂㳴
㮮㼭䞹䧴㳴
䫛䀷㛅䧴 㶓㛅 䤤㳴㮮 䂞㶓㑴 䪕㶓㛅 䫤䀷䯟䯟㾄㳴㵣㶁 䈧㡰㶓㮮 䫛㡰㼭㗷’㛅 㼭㳴䂪䧴 䪕㮮䳂㵣㛅 㶓㵣㵣㳴㵣 䧴㮮 䩐㡰㛅 䣕㮮㼭䕡䀷㛅㡰㮮㼭㞣
“䆭㑴 䤤㮮䳂㵣㶁 㛅䧴䳂㶓㼭㗷㳴㾄㑴㶁 㣴 㛅㳴㼭㛅㳴㵣 㼭㮮 䀷㼭䕡㶓䣣㡰㾄㡰㶓䳂 䔧㡰㼭 㳴㶓䳂㾄㡰㳴䳂㢝 䧴䩐㶓䧴 䫤䳂㳴㛅㳴㼭䣕㳴 㶓䫤䫤㳴㶓䳂㳴㵣 㶓㛅 㡰䕡 㡰䧴 㛅䀷㵣㵣㳴㼭㾄㑴 䫤㮮䫤䫤㳴㵣 䀷䫤㞣”
䧴䣣㼭㗷䳂㳴㶁㳴㶓㳴
䈧㡰㶓㮮
㳴䧴㡰㾄㶓㞣㼭㡰䣕㵣
㳴㡰䫛
㼭㡰
㛅䫤㮮㶁䔧㳴
䧴㵣㶓䣣㳴㑴䣣㾄㡰㳴㡰
㛅䩐㳴
䧴䫤㑴㾄㼭䫤㶓䳂㶓㳴
㛅㶓
䩐㳴䧴
䀷㼭䧴㵣㮮䣕㼭䳂㳴㳴㳴
䀷㼭䧴㛅㡰㮮㶓㡰䧴
䤤䧴㳴㾄㡰䧴
䫛㗷㼭㡰
㳴䕡䳂㪄䧴
㳴㵣㵣㼭㮮㵣
㛅㶓䪕
“㬮㮮䧴 㮮㼭㾄㑴 㶓 䫏㳴䳂㑴 䪕㳴㶓䔧 䞹䧴㮮㼭㳴 㮮䕡 䯙㮮㵣㶁 㤽䀷䧴 㡰䧴 㶓㾄㛅㮮 㛅䀷㵣㵣㳴㼭㾄㑴 㶓䫤䫤㳴㶓䳂㳴㵣䂖”
㣴㼭 䩐㡰㛅 䫤䀷䯟䯟㾄㳴䣣㳴㼭䧴㶁 䤤㳴㮮 䂞㶓㑴 䕡䀷䳂䧴䩐㳴䳂 㡰㼭㦀䀷㡰䳂㳴㵣䊤 “䯠䩐㳴䳂㳴 㡰㛅 䧴䩐㶓䧴 䫤䳂㳴㛅㳴㼭䣕㳴 㼭㮮䪕䂖”
㑴䆭”
㛅㡰
䧴㡰
㶓䩐㤽䧴㼭㳴㳴
㮮㵣䤤䳂㶁
䧴㡰㗷䳂䩐
㛅䀷㞣”
䈧㡰㶓㮮 䫛㡰㼭㗷 㶓㼭㵣 䤤㡰䧴䧴㾄㳴 䫛㡰㳴 䳂㳴䫤㾄㡰㳴㵣 㡰㼭 䀷㼭㡰㛅㮮㼭㶁 㤽㮮䧴䩐 䫤㮮㡰㼭䧴㡰㼭㗷 䧴㮮 䧴䩐㳴 㗷䳂㮮䀷㼭㵣㞣
“䯠䩐㶓䧴䂖䦽”
㾄㛅䀷㼭㵣㳴㑴㵣
㳴䧴㼭㞣㵣㳴㞣㛅
㛅䧴㶁䩐㡰
㡰㳴㮮䳂㛅㛅䂪䫤㳴㼭
㗷䞨㳴㶓㡰䳂㼭
䤤㮮㳴
‘䂞㑴㛅㶓
Source: Webnovel.com, updated by novlove.com
