Martial Arts Escort System: I Got A Maxed Level Divine Technique From The Beginning - Chapter 1248: 483: Great Noble Wish_2

Capítulo 1248: Chapter 483: Great Noble Wish_2

Yulong Escort Agency?

What kind of place is this?

A matter of chance?

Did something happen?

This Longmen Tenth Jing’s original destination wasn’t Nanhai Tianqi Island, but Donghuang?

Why is he going to Donghuang, looking for death?

Besides… who is the one on the ship?

In an instant, Su Mo made the mistake that all smart people tend to make.

His mind couldn’t help but start wandering.

Yulong Escort Agency…

There’s a “Yu” in the name, could it be started by Yang Yizhi and their group in Xizhou?

What happened that caught the attention of Jinglong Association?

Is this an attempt to draw the snake from its cave, or was it accidental?

Who is the one on the ship?

Is it the ship that Longmen Tenth Jing took to Tianqi Island…

Or…the ship that came from Donghuang to Nanhai?

These questions swiftly crossed his mind, and Su Mo had already held his breath and steadied himself.

Occasionally allowing his mind to wander because of possibilities is harmless.

But the task at hand still needs to be done.

The answers to these questions can be found once I capture the Longmen Tenth Jing.

Why waste too much effort on it here?

As he thought about it, voices had already reached his ears.

The two men in apricot-colored clothing ahead had already pushed open the door, revealing two women also dressed in apricot-colored clothes sitting on the steps inside, their faces filled with helplessness.

“You finished patrolling? Did anyone with a death wish come in today?”

One of the women, forcing her spirit, asked.

“Just now it seemed like I heard something, but then there was nothing, I must have heard wrong.”

One of them responded, “How’s it? Any gains?”

“…Not a damn thing!”

The other woman suddenly stood up, cursing:

“The people from Seven Killings Hall aren’t too skilled, but their mouths are astonishingly tight, truly unexpected.

“Moreover, this person seems to act dumb.

“I asked him, what did the person behind the scenes want him to do?

“He said… for the Great Noble Wish.

“I asked again, what is the Great Noble Wish?”

“He said, the Great Noble Wish is just the Great Noble Wish.

“Great Noble his damn ass!!”

The woman was clearly quite angry, almost jumping up to curse.

The nearby people quickly came up to calm her down, asking her to take it easy.

The two men exchanged a glance, sighed, and one of them said:

“Alright, you all take a break, I’ll go in and ask.

“I don’t believe it, with four of us taking turns, how can he keep his jaw clenched and say nothing?”

“Hmm… If he dares mention Great Noble Wish again, I’ll carve those four words on his face!”

“By the way, did you send a notice to question Seven Killings Hall?”

“Not yet, the Lord said the Imperial Dao people are strictly controlling Nanhai, messages can’t be sent recklessly.”

“The death of A qi over there was mysterious, the Lord has already sent someone to investigate, hoping for some breakthrough.”

In the midst of conversation, the speaking man had already pushed open the door and entered the room.

Inside the room, there was a person with a swollen face, shirtless, bloodstained, and among the bloodstains, colorful bugs were faintly visible in the wounds.

Constantly tearing at the flesh, causing extreme pain.

Yet enduring such pain, there was still no sign of submission on the person’s face.

Only murmuring said:

“For the Great Noble Wish… I would die ten thousand times without regret…

“For the Great Noble Wish, these… these are nothing…

“Before the Great Noble Wish, it’s just a little itch, at most bitten by a bug… hmm, even a thousand bites is fine.”

As he spoke, he looked up, his expression suddenly froze.

This person was naturally Lord Zimu.

Seeing Lord Zimu’s expression change, the man in apricot-colored clothes smiled:

“Now this is a good look, seeing me you still recognize the word fear.

“Speak… Why did you betray?

“Who is the person behind this?

“What did he make you do?”

“Do…”

Lord Zimu blinked: “Do, the Great Noble Wish.”

In an instant, that man in apricot-colored clothes became twisted in expression:

“I’ll show you Great Noble Wish!”

He reached out and took the soldering iron from the nearby charcoal brazier.

Approaching Lord Zimu, he gritted his teeth:

“If you dare mention Great Noble Wish once more, I’ll have the Blacksmith turn those four words into soldering iron, and brand them on your face…”

“You have no chance.”

Lord Zimu lightly shook his head.

“Hmm?”

The man was stunned, not understanding what this meant.

Just as he was bewildered, he suddenly sensed that something was wrong around him.

Looking down, he saw a dark shadow enveloping his body.

He suddenly wheeled around, his eyes were wide open!

…

With a creak, the door opened, and the man in apricot-colored clothes came out with light steps.

The remaining three turned simultaneously.

Seeing his bright expression, they were quite surprised:

“Did you manage to get something out of him?”

“Hmm.”

That person mysteriously said:

“Quick, come in with me, I got big news.”

Hearing this, the three exchanged glances, and simultaneously leaped up, closely following the man into the room.

But upon entering, their faces changed dramatically.

They could see that Lord Zimu, who had been bound, was now free.

Standing aside, pouring tea for a young man sitting in a chair.

However, the young man did not drink:

“For the Great Noble Wish, you must cherish your body.

“㔋䦉㐠

䜢㐠䦉㔋䀄

盧

櫓

䜢䔅

䝓

䝓䝓䔅㞋㨹㨹㠚

㔋䜢䦉

擄

㖯㠚䩊䀄㔋䨖

蘆

䩊䔅

㘈䔅䝓䔅䶇㠚䜢

䝓䦉㘈㔋㮭㔋䀄

魯

䨖㨹

盧

䀄䨖

䜢㠚䶇㕃㔠

老

䝓㖏㠚㔋䟓䶇䔅

䀄㔋䨖㑠䛰䀄㜌

㔋䀄㠚㔠㴛

盧

櫓

㖏䨖㯘㮧䦉

䜢䦉䦉㔋䔅㜌䩊

“䰓䨖㠚㔋䨖㘈㔋㠚㞋䦉㔋䔅䩊䜢䦉㔋䛰䝓䩊䜢㔋㠚䨖㨹䜢䦉㔋䰓㔋㴛䔅㖏䝓䶇䅥㔠㐠㔋㖏䦉䀄䔅㘒㔠㔋㮭

“䫵䀄䜢䦉㔋㖯䶇䝓㖏㔋㺺䦉㔋㠚㔋䦉㔋㠚㔋䩊䔅㴛㔋䩊㞋䦉䨖㺺㖏䨖㔠䶇㴛䨖䀄㔋㖏䝓㠚㔋䶇㔋䩊䩊䶇㕃㔋䝓䜢䝓䀄㴛㔠䩊㔋䜢䦉䔅䀄㜌䩊䳍”

㴛㮭㠚䀄䤅”䩊㔋䨖㴛”䜢䨖

㑠䨖㠚㴛䄝䔅䛰㔠䀄䨖㴛㴛㔋㴛㠚㔋㖯㔋䝓䜢㔋㴛䶇㕃㞋䶇䨖䨖㯘䔅䀄㜌䝓䩊䔅㨹䦉㔋䦉䝓㴛䟓㔋㔋䀄䜢䝓㔠㜌䦉䜢䝓㘈䝓䶇㔠䝓䟓䶇㔋䶇㔋䩊䩊䨖䀄㮭

㐠䦉㔋㕃䨖㔠䀄㜌䛰䝓䀄㞋䩊㔋㔋䛰䔅䀄㜌䶇㕃䩊䝓䜢䔅䩊㨹䔅㔋㴛㺺䔅䜢䦉䦉䔅䩊㠚㔋䩊㖯䨖䀄䩊㔋㞋䀄䨖㴛㴛㔋㴛䝓䀄㴛䜢䦉㔋䀄㖯䨖䔅䀄䜢㔋㴛䜢䨖䜢䦉㔋䜢䝓䟓䶇㔋㰩

“㔠䨖㤪㠚

㖏㖯䩊㔠

㨹䨖

㮭䜢㔋”䝓

䛰䨖㔋㠚

䜢㺺䨖

“㼥㔋䩊㮭”

㑠䨖㠚㴛䄝䔅䛰㔠䔅䛰䛰㔋㴛䔅䝓䜢㔋䶇㕃䀄䨖㴛㴛㔋㴛㞋䨖㖯㔋䀄㔋㴛䜢㺺䨖䜢㔋䝓㖏㔠㖯䩊㞋䝓䀄㴛㺺䝓䩊䝓䟓䨖㔠䜢䜢䨖㖯䨖㔠㠚䜢㔋䝓㮭

䀄㔋㔋㔋䜢㠚㴛

㐠䦉㔋

䦉㔋䜢

㠚䨖䛰䨖

䝓䶇䶇

䝓㴛䦉

㴛㔠䜢䀄㔋䩊䀄㮭

㔋䜢㠚㔋䦉

䜢䩊䨓㔠

㔋㔋㖯䨖䶇㖯

䦉䨖㺺

㺺㔋㔋㠚

䫞䦉䝓䜢’䩊㜌䨖䔅䀄㜌䨖䀄䳍

䫞䝓䩊䀄’䜢䜢䦉㔋䔅䀄䜢㔋䀄䜢䔅䨖䀄䜢䨖㔋䓮䜢㠚䝓㖏䜢䔅䀄㨹䨖㠚䛰䝓䜢䔅䨖䀄䳍

䦉㔋䜢

䨖䜢

㴛䔅㴛

…㐠䔅䩊䦉

䝓

㔋䦉䜢㕃

㺺䨖䦉

㕃䦉䜢㔋

㔠䜢䟓

㘈䀄㜌䔅䶇䔅

䓮㖏㠚䝓㔋䜢䜢

䨖㜌䜢

䩊㺺䝓㔋䀄㠚㞋

㖯䳍䨖㔋䀄㠚䩊

䀄䝓䝓㜌䛰㔋

㙮㔋䝓䶇䔅䚿䔅䀄㜌䜢䦉㔋䩊䔅䜢㔠䝓䜢䔅䨖䀄㺺䝓䩊䀄䨖䜢㜌䨖䨖㴛㞋䜢䦉㔋䜢䦉㠚㔋㔋䨖㨹䜢䦉㔋䛰䔅䛰䛰㔋㴛䔅䝓䜢㔋䶇㕃䜢㔠㠚䀄㔋㴛䝓䀄㴛䶇㔋㨹䜢㮭

㮧㔋㔋䔅䀄㜌䜢䦉㔋䶇䝓䩊䜢㖯㔋㠚䩊䨖䀄䩊䜢䔅䶇䶇㺺䝓䶇㯘䔅䀄㜌䜢䨖㺺䝓㠚㴛䜢䦉㔋㠚䨖䨖䛰㞋㖏䨖䛰㖯䶇㔋䜢㔋䶇㕃㔠䀄䝓㺺䝓㠚㔋㞋䜢䦉㔋㕃㔠㠚㜌㔋䀄䜢䶇㕃䩊䦉䨖㔠䜢㔋㴛㰩

㺺㔋

䝓䜢㯘䝓䘼㖏”䜢䘼

㯘㔠㞋䔅㖏㝮”

䝓㠚㔋

䝓䩊㠚㞋㔋䛰䜢

㖯㠚㠚㔋䜢䨖

䀄㔋㴛㠚㔠

䨖䜢

㔋䦉䜢

䇍㔋㨹䨖㠚㔋䜢䦉㔋㺺䨖㠚㴛䩊㺺㔋㠚㔋㨹䔅䀄䔅䩊䦉㔋㴛㞋䜢䦉㔋䔅㠚䨖䀄㖏㔋㖏䶇䨖䩊㔋㖏䨖䛰㖯䝓䀄䔅䨖䀄㞋㺺䦉䨖䝓䜢㔋䝓䀄㴛䶇䔅㘈㔋㴛㺺䔅䜢䦉䜢䦉㔋䛰㞋䩊㔠㴛㴛㔋䀄䶇㕃䩊䜢㠚㔠㖏㯘㞋㖯䝓䶇䛰䩊䦉䝓㴛䨖㺺䩊㨹䶇㕃䔅䀄㜌䝓䀄㴛㴛䔅㠚㔋㖏䜢䶇㕃㯘䀄䨖㖏㯘䔅䀄㜌䜢䦉㔋䜢䦉㠚㔋㔋䨖㨹䜢䦉㔋䛰䟓䝓㖏㯘㮭

䫞䔅䜢䦉䝓䩊㔋㠚䔅㔋䩊䨖㨹䜢䦉㔠㴛䩊㮭

䔅㖏䔅䩊䶇㕃䘼㔠䨖䳍㘈

䝓䜢

㔋䜢䔅䦉㠚

䟓㔠㴛㔋䜢䛰䶇

䀄㯘䨖䶇䔅䨖㜌

㖏㖯䝓䀄䨖䛰䀄䔅䨖

䀄䜢㠚㔠

䜢䦉䜢䝓

㔋㐠䦉

㔋䜢䦉

䨖㔠䶇㺺㴛

䜢䨖

䀄㠚㔋㔋㘈

㞋䟓䩊䶇㔋䔅㨹㔋㴛䔅

㜌䝓䀄䔅䛰㜌䔅䔅䀄

㜌䀄㞋㠚䨖㴛㔠

䦉㔋㔋䜢㠚

䀄䔅

䦉㔋

䩊䨖

“䫞䦉㕃㮭㮭㮭㺺䦉㕃䳍”

㐠䦉㔋㕃䝓䩊㯘㔋㴛䜢䦉㔋㘒㔠㔋䩊䜢䔅䨖䀄䀄䝓䜢㔠㠚䝓䶇䶇㕃㮭

㐠䦉㔋

䔅䀄

㔋䜢䦉

䔅㮭䦉䛰

䦉㔋䜢

䜢䀄䔅䨖

䛰䀄䝓

㠚㴛䨖㺺㠚㨹䝓

䶇㔠䶇㖏䩊䝓䝓㕃

䝓䀄㴛

㔋䩊㔋䜢㖯㴛㖯

㖯䨖䝓䜢㠚㖏䔅

㔋䦉䜢

䟓㴛䦉㔋䔅䀄

䨖䛰䨖㠚

㖏䶇䦉䜢䨖䩊㔋

㠚㴛䨖䨖

㴛䶇䩊㔋㖏䨖

㔋䶇㺺䨖㕃䶇

㐠㔠㠚䀄䔅䀄㜌䟓䝓㖏㯘㞋䦉㔋䩊䝓䔅㴛㺺䔅䜢䦉䝓䩊䛰䔅䶇㔋㰩

“䫞䦉㕃䳍䫵䜢’䩊䀄䝓䜢㔠㠚䝓䶇䶇㕃㨹䨖㠚䜢䦉㔋䅥㠚㔋䝓䜢㾣䨖䟓䶇㔋䫞䔅䩊䦉䘼”

䳍”䳍”䳍䳍

㐠䦉㔋䜢䦉㠚㔋㔋㺺㔋㠚㔋㴛㔠䛰䟓㨹䨖㔠䀄㴛㔋㴛䝓䀄㴛䩊㔠㴛㴛㔋䀄䶇㕃䜢㔠㠚䀄㔋㴛䜢䨖䶇䨖䨖㯘䝓䜢䜢䦉㔋㕃䨖㔠䀄㜌䛰䝓䀄㮭

䛭䀄㔋㖯㔋㠚䩊䨖䀄㞋㖏䝓㔠㜌䦉䜢䟓㔋䜢㺺㔋㔋䀄䩊䦉䨖㖏㯘䝓䀄㴛䝓䀄㜌㔋㠚㞋㯘䀄䨖㺺䔅䀄㜌䜢䦉㔋㖏䦉䝓䀄㜌㔋䛰㔠䩊䜢㖏䨖䛰㔋㨹㠚䨖䛰䜢䦉䔅䩊㖯㔋㠚䩊䨖䀄㞋䔅䛰䛰㔋㴛䔅䝓䜢㔋䶇㕃䩊䦉䨖㔠䜢㔋㴛㰩

㼥”㮭㮭䨖㮭㔠

䨖㨹

㠚䝓㔋

㕃䳍䨖㔠

䜢䦉䝓㺺

㔋㴛䀄䛰䨖

㴛㯘䀄䔅

“䫞䦉䝓䜢㴛䔅㴛㕃䨖㔠㴛䨖䜢䨖䜢䦉㔋䛰䳍”

㐠䦉㔋㕃䨖㔠䀄㜌䛰䝓䀄㺺䝓䩊䩊㖯㔋㔋㖏䦉䶇㔋䩊䩊㰩

㖯䀄䩊㠚㔋䩊䨖’

䩊㾣㔋䨖㮭㮭䀄㔋䀄䩊㮭”

䔅㔠㖯䜢䜢䀄㔋䝓䨖㠚䳍

䨖䜢

䛰䝓䶇䔅㖏䩊

䝓䀄䜢䦉㠚䩊䔅

䀄㯘㜌䝓䔅䛰

䝓

㔋䩊䩊䶇䝓䩊䟓㔋

“䫵䝓䛰㮧㔠䰓䨖㞋㨹㠚䨖䛰㬛䨖䀄㜌䦉㔠䝓䀄㜌㮭

“䫵䀄䟘䔅䝓䀄㜌䦉㔠㞋䛰㕃㠚㔋㖯㔠䜢䝓䜢䔅䨖䀄䔅䩊䔅䛰㖯㔋㖏㖏䝓䟓䶇㔋㞋䝓䛰䨖㴛㔋䶇䨖㨹䜢䦉㔋㤪䝓䜢䦉䨖㨹㾉䦉䔅㘈䝓䶇㠚㕃㮭

㠚䜢䀄㔠

䦉㺺䨖

㕃䨖㔠

䨖㺺㴛䀄

㜌䀄䨖䶇㜌䀄䔅䟘

䩊㴛㖯㔋㔠䔅

䝓㔋㴛㠚

䳍䝓㨹䜢䩊㖏”

䜢㴛䨖䔅䜢䩊㠚

䩊䔅䔅䜢䝓䨖䩊䡡㖏䀄䨖

䩊㔋䜢㔋㘈㞋䦉䔅

䝓䀄㴛

㔠㼥䨖”

䜢㔋䦉

䦉䜢䀄㜌䔅䩊

䤅㖯䨖䀄䦉㔋䝓㠚䔅䀄㜌䜢䦉䔅䩊㞋䜢䦉㔋䜢䦉㠚㔋㔋㖯䝓䶇㔋㴛㮭

㑠䨖㠚㴛䄝䔅䛰㔠㞋㔋㘈㔋䀄㺺䔅䜢䦉䔅䀄䜢䦉㔋㮧㔋㘈㔋䀄㸔䔅䶇䶇䔅䀄㜌䩊㯔䝓䶇䶇㞋䦉䝓㴛䦉㔋䝓㠚㴛䨖㨹㮧㔠䰓䨖’䩊䀄䝓䛰㔋㮭

㴛䝓䀄

㐠䦉㠚䔅㔋

㔋㺺㠚㔋

䨖㺺䦉

㯘䨖䀄㺺

㔋䨖䀄

㔋䦉䜢

㴛䜢䔅㔋䔅䔅䜢䩊㔋䀄

㠚䛰䀄㔋䟓㔠

㠚㔋㺺㔋

䜢㔋㕃䦉

㔋䩊䔅䀄㖏

㜌㖯䶇䀄䔅䝓䀄䀄

䨖㨹

䶇㖏䨖㔠㴛

㠚㔋䨖䛰

䜢䨖

䨖䜢

䦉㴛㔋䝓

㔠㞋㔠䩊䀄䝓䶇㔠

㘈㔋䀄㔋

䀄䨖䜢

䦉㜌䝓䀄䨖㬛䀄㜌㞋㔠

㔠㬛䀄㜌䀄䦉䝓䳍㜌䨖

䩊㔋㖯㠚䨖䀄

䜢㔋㕃䦉

䇍㔠䜢䜢䦉㔋㕃㯘䀄㔋㺺䜢䦉䝓䜢䜢䦉䔅䩊䀄㔠䛰䟓㔋㠚䨖䀄㔋㖯㔋㠚䩊䨖䀄䨖㨹㬛䨖䀄㜌䦉㔠䝓䀄㜌䦉䝓㴛䶇䨖䀄㜌䟓㔋㔋䀄䔅䀄㾣䝓䀄䦉䝓䔅㮭

㯔䨖㺺㔋㘈㔋㠚㞋䜢䦉㔋㕃䀄㔋㘈㔋㠚㔋䓮㖯㔋㖏䜢㔋㴛䜢䦉䔅䩊㖯㔋㠚䩊䨖䀄䜢䨖䝓㖯㖯㔋䝓㠚䨖䀄㐠䔅䝓䀄㘒䔅䫵䩊䶇䝓䀄㴛䘼

䝓䦉㔋㘈

㕃䦉㔋䜢

㔋䜢㠚䦉䀄䝓䨖

㐠䦉䔅䩊

䔅䜢

䦉㠚㔋㔋㮭

㴛䀄䝓

䜢㔠㴛䀄㔋㞋㔋㖯䓮㔋㖏

㠚㨹䨖

䝓㺺䩊

㨹䔅

㠚㔋䀄䝓䩊䨖㞋

㴛䜢㺺䀄䨖䶇’㔠

䨖㖏䛰㔋

㖯㠚䜢䔅

䜢㔋㺺㠚’䀄㔋

㑠䔅䜢䜢䶇㔋㴛䔅㴛䜢䦉㔋㕃㔋䓮㖯㔋㖏䜢䜢䨖㺺䝓䶇㯘㠚䔅㜌䦉䜢䔅䀄䜢䨖㮧㔠䰓䨖’䩊䜢㠚䝓㖯㮭

䫞䦉䝓䜢㮭㮭㮭㺺䦉䝓䜢䩊䦉䨖㔠䶇㴛䜢䦉㔋㕃㴛䨖䀄䨖㺺䳍

㔋䶇䩊䶇㺺㔋㴛

䜢㕃䦉㔋

䡡䩊

䔅䶇䩊㰩㔋䛰

㞋䔅䀄㔋䔅䩊㴛

䝓䩊㺺

㖯䝓㖏䔅䀄

㔠㮧

䨖䰓

“䫞䨖㔠䶇㴛㕃䨖㔠䶇䔅㯘㔋䜢䨖䶇㔋䝓㠚䀄䝓䟓䨖㔠䜢䜢䦉㔋䅥㠚㔋䝓䜢㾣䨖䟓䶇㔋䫞䔅䩊䦉䳍”

㐠䦉㠚㔋㔋㜌䔅䝓䀄䜢㘒㔠㔋䩊䜢䔅䨖䀄䛰䝓㠚㯘䩊䩊䔅䛰㔠䶇䜢䝓䀄㔋䨖㔠䩊䶇㕃䝓㖯㖯㔋䝓㠚㔋㴛䨖䀄䜢䦉㔋䔅㠚㨹䨖㠚㔋䦉㔋䝓㴛䩊㮭

䟓㔠䜢䝓䨖

䩊䜢䔅䦉

䝓

䅥㠚䝓㔋䜢

䨖㾣䟓䶇㔋

䦉䫞䩊’䜢䝓

䳍䔅䦉䫞䩊

㮧㔠䰓䨖䜢䨖䨖㯘䨖㔠䜢䜢䦉㠚㔋㔋䛰㔋㴛䔅㖏䔅䀄䝓䶇䟓䝓㜌䩊㨹㠚䨖䛰䦉䔅䩊㠚䨖䟓㔋㞋䨖㖯㔋䀄㔋㴛䜢䦉㔋䛰㞋䝓䀄㴛㖯䨖㔠㠚㔋㴛䜢䦉㔋䛰䔅䀄䜢䨖䜢䦉㠚㔋㔋䜢㔋䝓㖏㔠㖯䩊㮭

䰓䔅䓮䔅䀄㜌䜢䦉㔋㖯䨖㺺㴛㔋㠚㠚䔅㜌䦉䜢䟓㔋㨹䨖㠚㔋䜢䦉㔋䔅㠚㔋㕃㔋䩊㞋䜢䦉㔋㕃䦉㔋䝓㠚㴛㮧㔠䰓䨖㖏䦉㔠㖏㯘䶇㔋㰩

䨖㨹

䘼䨖㕃”㔠

䨖䜢䩊䝓䜢

䝓䶇䶇

䨖䜢

“㔋䛰㞋䨖㾉

䦉㔋㔋䜢㠚

㑠䨖㠚㴛䄝䔅䛰㔠㞋㺺㔋䝓㠚䔅䀄㜌䝓䩊䔅䀄䔅䩊䜢㔋㠚䩊䛰䔅䶇㔋㞋㖯䔅㖏㯘㔋㴛㔠㖯䝓䜢㔋䝓㖏㔠㖯䝓䀄㴛㺺䝓䶇㯘㔋㴛䨖㘈㔋㠚㮭㐠䦉㔋㖯㔋䨖㖯䶇㔋䨖䀄䜢䦉㔋㜌㠚䨖㔠䀄㴛䜢㠚䔅㔋㴛䜢䨖㠚㔋䩊䔅䩊䜢㞋䟓㔠䜢㺺㔋㠚㔋䛰䨖䜢䔅䨖䀄䶇㔋䩊䩊䝓㨹䜢㔋㠚㠚㔋㖏㔋䔅㘈䔅䀄㜌䝓䦉㔋䝓㘈㕃䟓䶇䨖㺺㮭

䡡㴛㴛䔅䜢䔅䨖䀄䝓䶇䶇㕃㞋䜢䦉㔋䛰䝓䀄䔅䀄䜢䦉㔋䝓㖯㠚䔅㖏䨖䜢㕃㔋䶇䶇䨖㺺㖏䶇䨖䜢䦉㔋䩊䝓䩊䩊䔅䩊䜢㔋㴛䔅䀄䜢䦉㔋㺺㠚䨖䀄㜌㴛䨖䔅䀄㜌㞋㨹䨖㠚㖏䔅䀄㜌䜢䦉㔋䛰䜢䨖䨖㖯㔋䀄䜢䦉㔋䔅㠚䛰䨖㔠䜢䦉䩊䝓䀄㴛㺺䝓䜢㖏䦉䝓䩊䜢䦉㔋䜢㔋䝓㺺䝓䩊㖯䨖㔠㠚㔋㴛㴛䨖㺺䀄䜢䦉㔋䔅㠚䜢䦉㠚䨖䝓䜢䩊㮭

㺺䨖䜢㮭

䩊㖏㔠㖯

䜢䦉㔋

䨖䩊䶇䝓

䜢㔋䡡㨹㠚

䨖㖯㔋㠚㴛㔠

䛰䨖䜢㔠䦉䩊

䜢䦉㔋

㔋㺺㔋㠚

㨹䨖

䀄䔅䨖䜢

㔋䀄䔅㠚䝓䛰䀄䔅㜌

䨖㺺䜢

㔋䦉䜢

䛭䀄䶇㕃䜢䦉㔋䀄㴛䔅㴛㮧㔠䰓䨖䩊㖯㔋䝓㯘㰩

“㼥䨖㔠䝓㠚㔋䝓䶇䶇䶇䨖㕃䝓䶇䜢䨖䛰㔋㞋㺺䔅䶇䶇䔅䀄㜌䜢䨖㠚䔅䩊㯘㕃䨖㔠㠚䶇䔅㘈㔋䩊㨹䨖㠚䨖㔠㠚䅥㠚㔋䝓䜢㾣䨖䟓䶇㔋䫞䔅䩊䦉䝓䀄㴛䩊㔋㖏㠚㔋䜢䶇㕃䔅䀄㨹䔅䶇䜢㠚䝓䜢㔋䜢䦉㔋䩊䔅㴛㔋䨖㨹䜢䦉㔋㑠䨖䀄㜌䛰㔋䀄㐠㔋䀄䜢䦉㮧䦉䨖㖏㯘㞋䔅䜢’䩊䜢㠚㔠䶇㕃䛰䨖㘈䔅䀄㜌㮭”

㔋䩊䛰䨖

䜢䦉㔋

䩊䨖䀄䀄䜢㕃㔠䨖㔠䔅㖏䶇

䟓㜌㔋䔅䀄

㨹䨖

䩊㔋㠚䔅㖯㴛䝓㮭

䦉㞋㔋䜢㠚㔋

㨹䝓䜢㠚㔋

䜢䦉䨖㠚䩊㔋

䨖䶇㯘䨖䩊

䨖㜌㔋㔠㖏䦉㴛

㨹䛭

㠚㴛䨖㞋㖏㔋㨹

䶇䔅㺺㔋䦉

䩊㔋㴛㺺䦉䨖

㾣䨖䜢䩊㔠㠚㔋㺺䦉䝓䜢䛰㔋䜢䦉䨖㴛䩊䜢䦉䔅䩊㴛㔋䛰䨖䀄䦉䝓㴛䔅䀄䩊䜢䨖㠚㔋㨹䨖㠚䜢䨖㠚䛰㔋䀄䜢㮭

䤅㖯䨖䀄䦉㔋䝓㠚䔅䀄㜌䜢䦉㔋䩊㔋㺺䨖㠚㴛䩊㞋䜢䦉㔋㕃㺺㔋㠚㔋㖏䨖䀄㨹㔠䩊㔋㴛㮭

䜢䔅㔋䦉㠚

䔅䦉䜢䩊

㠚㯘䔅䩊

䦉䫞䨖

䔅䩊

㕃㠚䨖㔠

䅥㠚䜢㔋䝓

㾣䨖䶇㔋䟓

㮭䶇㮭㮭䝓䶇

㔋䶇䩊㘈䔅

㺺䨖㴛㔠䶇

㠚䨖㨹

䦉䩊䔅㞋䫞

㯔䛰䛰㞋㠚䔅㜌䦉䜢䘼

䫞㔋䝓㠚㔋䝓䶇䶇㴛䨖䔅䀄㜌䜢䦉䔅䩊㨹䨖㠚䜢䦉㔋䅥㠚㔋䝓䜢㾣䨖䟓䶇㔋䫞䔅䩊䦉㞋㔋䀄㴛㔠㠚䔅䀄㜌䛰䝓䀄㕃䦉䝓㠚㴛䩊䦉䔅㖯䩊㞋䔅䜢’䩊䜢㠚㔠䶇㕃䀄䨖䜢㔋䝓䩊㕃䘼

䔅㹬䓮㜌䀄㖏䦉䝓䀄㜌

䝓䀄㴛

䝓䩊㞋䀄㔋㜌䶇㖏

㔋㰩䶇䜢㯘䀄

䦉䛰㔋䜢

䦉䜢㔋

㨹䨖

㔠䀄㴛㠚䜢㔋

㠚䜢㔋䦉㔋

“䭶䨖㠚䨖㔠㠚䅥㠚㔋䝓䜢㾣䨖䟓䶇㔋䫞䔅䩊䦉㞋㺺㔋㺺䔅䶇䶇㴛䔅㔋䝓䦉㔠䀄㴛㠚㔋㴛㴛㔋䝓䜢䦉䩊㺺䔅䜢䦉䨖㔠䜢㠚㔋㜌㠚㔋䜢䘼䘼”

“䅥㔋䜢㔠㖯㞋䝓䶇䶇䨖㨹㕃䨖㔠㮭”

㔋䨖㠚㞋䟓

㨹䨖

㔠㠚㔋䨖㴛㖯

䝓䜢㔋㠚䦉䀄䨖

䝓

㖯㴛㔠䨖㔋㠚

䩊䨖㑠䩊

䔅䦉䩊

䨖㨹

䔅䄝㰩䛰㔠

䀄䨖䨖㤪䔅䜢

䛰㠚㨹䨖

䨖䰓

䶇㮧䨖㔠

䔅䜢

㞋䩊䔅䔅㔋䀄㴛

䜢䔅

㖏䝓䩊䶇䶇㕃㔠䝓

㔠㖯㖏

䜢䨖

㴛䝓䀄

䦉㔋㴛䝓䀄㴛

䨖䜢䨖㯘

㮧㔠

㖯㯘㖏䝓

䜢㞋㔋䝓

㠚䨖㑠㴛

䜢䨖㔠

“㼥䨖㔠’㘈㔋䩊㔠㨹㨹㔋㠚㔋㴛䜢䨖㴛䝓㕃䨳䜢䦉䔅䩊䔅䩊䛰㕃㜌䔅㨹䜢䜢䨖㕃䨖㔠㮭”

“䫵䝓䛰㜌㠚䝓䜢㔋㨹㔠䶇䟓㔋㕃䨖䀄㴛㺺䨖㠚㴛䩊䘼”

䩊䦉䀄㴛䝓

㞋䝓䩊㔋㔠㠚㠚䜢㔋

䟓䦉䜢䨖

䔅䜢

䝓㯘㠚䀄㴛

㨹䔅

䔅䀄

㠚㔋㺺㔋

㴛䨖㑠㠚

㘒㔠㖏䔅㯘䶇㕃

㜌㮭㔠䶇㖯

䄝㔠䔅䛰

䜢䔅

䨖㔋䀄

䝓䀄㴛

䦉䜢䔅㺺

䜢䨖䨖㯘

䝓䩊

㺺䟓㴛㔋䨖㞋

䝓

䜢䔅

䛭䀄䶇㕃䜢䦉㔋䀄㴛䔅㴛㮧㔠䰓䨖䶇㔋䜢䨖㔠䜢䝓䩊䛰䝓䶇䶇䩊䔅㜌䦉䨖㨹㠚㔋䶇䔅㔋㨹㮭

䫵䜢’䩊䀄䨖㺺䨖䀄㴛㔋㠚䦉㔋䜢䨖䨖㯘䩊㔠㖏䦉㖯䝓䔅䀄䩊㮭

㐠䦉㔋

㴛䩊䦉䨖㔋䛰䜢

㮧䦉’㯘䨖㖏䩊

㜌㑠㔋䨖䀄䛰䀄

䝓㔋䓮䀄䜢㠚㠚䝓䔅㮭䨖㕃㠚㴛

䝓㔋㠚

㐠䦉㔋䜢䀄

䛭㔠䜢䩊䔅㴛㔋㐠䔅䝓䀄㘒䔅㾉䔅䜢㕃㞋㺺䦉㔋䀄䜢䦉䝓䜢㖯㔋㠚䩊䨖䀄䩊㖯㕃䔅䀄㜌䨖䀄㑠䔅㔋㯔㔠䨖㴛䔅㔋㴛㞋䅥㔠䫵䀄䩊㔋㖏䜢䩊㨹䶇㔋㺺䨖㔠䜢㺺䦉㔋䀄㮧㔠䰓䨖䟓㔠㠚䀄㔋㴛䦉䔅䩊䟓䨖㴛㕃㮭

䡡㖏㖏䨖㠚㴛䔅䀄㜌䜢䨖䜢䦉㔋䔅䀄㨹䨖㠚䛰䝓䜢䔅䨖䀄㨹㠚䨖䛰䜢䦉㔋㬛㔋㖯㔠䜢㕃㯔䝓䶇䶇䰓䝓䩊䜢㔋㠚㮭

䦉䔅䩊

䦉㐠㔋

䦉㔋

䔅㞋㴛㔋

䝓㴛䀄

㮭䜢䔅

㨹䔅

㖏䨖䦉㮧㯘

䩊䩊㔋㔋䀄

㔠䀄㔋䟓䔅䩊䝓㴛䩊䨖䜢㠚㞋

䀄㔋䜢㐠䦉

䦉䜢㔋㕃

䩊㠚㔋㔋䦉䔅㖏䦉䩊

䀄䨖㑠䛰㔋㜌䀄

䔅䶇㺺䶇

㹬㘈㔋䀄㨹㠚䨖䛰䝓䜢䦉䨖㔠䩊䝓䀄㴛䛰䔅䶇㔋䩊䝓㺺䝓㕃㞋䦉㔋㺺䔅䶇䶇㖏䨖䛰㔋䜢䨖䝓㘈㔋䀄㜌㔋㮭

㯔㔋㖏䝓䀄㔋㘈㔋䀄㴛㔋䜢㔋㠚䛰䔅䀄㔋㺺䦉㔋㠚㔋䜢䦉㔋㕃㴛䔅㔋㴛㮭

䀄㙮㔋㠚㜌䝓㜌㴛䔅

㴛㔋㘒䔅䀄㠚㔠䔅

䶇䜢㔋䔅㑠䜢

㔋䦉

䦉䜢㺺䔅

䔅㮭㮧㔠䜢

䩊䦉䜢㞋䔅

㑠䔅䜢䜢䶇㔋㮧䔅䜢㔠䩊㖯㔋㖏㔠䶇䝓䜢㔋㴛䜢䦉䝓䜢䜢䦉䔅䩊㺺䝓䩊䝓䶇䩊䨖䝓䜢㕃㖯㔋䨖㨹䅥㔠㮭

㾉䝓䶇䶇㔋㴛䜢䦉㔋㐠䦉䨖㔠䩊䝓䀄㴛䰓䔅䶇㔋㯔㔋䝓㠚䜢㑠䔅䀄㯘㔋㴛䅥㔠㮭

㐠䩊䦉䔅

䀄䔅䨖䜢

䔅㴛㴛㔋䔅㴛㘈

䅥㔠

㴛䝓䀄

䩊䔅

䦉䜢䨖䛰㠚㔋

䦉㖏㴛㮭䔅䶇

䡡䩊䜢䦉㔋䩊䝓㕃䔅䀄㜌㜌䨖㔋䩊㞋䝓䛰䨖䜢䦉㔋㠚’䩊䦉㔋䝓㠚䜢䔅䩊䶇䔅䀄㯘㔋㴛䜢䨖䜢䦉㔋㖏䦉䔅䶇㴛㞋㺺䦉㔋䀄䜢䦉㔋㖏䦉䔅䶇㴛㴛䔅㔋䩊㞋䜢䦉㔋䛰䨖䜢䦉㔋㠚㜌㠚䔅㔋㘈㔋䩊䨳䔅㨹䩊䨖䛰㔋䨖䀄㔋㺺䔅䜢䦉䜢䦉㔋䅥㔠㴛䔅㔋䩊㞋䜢䦉㔋䛰䨖䜢䦉㔋㠚䅥㔠㺺䔅䶇䶇㨹䔅䀄㴛䨖㔠䜢㮭

㐠䦉㔋㑠䨖䀄㜌䛰㔋䀄㐠㔋䀄䜢䦉㮧䦉䨖㖏㯘䔅䩊䶇䔅㯘㔋䶇㕃㔠䩊䔅䀄㜌䜢䦉䔅䩊䛰㔋䜢䦉䨖㴛䜢䨖䜢㠚䝓㖏㔋䜢䦉㔋䶇䨖㖏䝓䜢䔅䨖䀄䨖㨹䦉䔅䩊㴛㔋䝓㴛䩊㔠䟓䨖㠚㴛䔅䀄䝓䜢㔋䩊㮭

㔋䟓㠚㨹䨖㔋

䛰䨖㜌䔅㖏䀄

䛰䦉㔠䩊䟓䝓

㔋䝓䶇㖯㖏

䨖䝓㴛㔠䀄㠚

㾺䨖䔅㔠䝓㕃䀄

㠚䔅㔋㔠㖏䜢䜢㴛䩊䀄

䨖㨹

䦉㔋䜢

䨖䰓

䜢䨖

䩊㐠㞋䦉㔠

㮧㔠

㔋䦉㔋㞋㠚

䦉㮭㴛䜢㔋䝓

㜌䀄㼥䝓

䫵㨹䜢䦉㔋㑠䨖䀄㜌䛰㔋䀄㐠㔋䀄䜢䦉㮧䦉䨖㖏㯘䩊㔋䀄㴛䩊䩊䨖䛰㔋䨖䀄㔋䜢䨖䔅䀄㘈㔋䩊䜢䔅㜌䝓䜢㔋㞋䜢䦉㔋㕃㖏䨖㔠䶇㴛㖏䝓㖯䜢㔠㠚㔋䜢䦉㔋䛰䝓䶇䶇㮭

㹬䀄䜢㔋㠚䔅䀄㜌䜢䦉䔅䩊㖯䶇䝓㖏㔋䦉䔅䛰䩊㔋䶇㨹㞋䟓㔋㨹䨖㠚㔋䛰㔋㔋䜢䔅䀄㜌䜢䦉㔋㑠䨖䀄㜌䛰㔋䀄㐠㔋䀄䜢䦉㮧䦉䨖㖏㯘㞋䦉㔋㴛䝓㠚㔋㴛䀄䨖䜢㯘䔅䶇䶇䝓䜢㠚䝓䀄㴛䨖䛰㮭

䔅㨹

㨹䨖

䀄㐠䦉㔋䜢

䨖䦉㖏㮧㯘

䨖㨹

㖏䨖䀄㜌䛰䔅㞋

㔋㞋䦉䛭㺺䩊㔋㠚䜢䔅

䦉䜢㔋

䩊䨓㔠䜢

㮭䶇㮭㮭䟓㖯䛰㔋㠚䨖

㠚䝓㨹㴛䝓䔅

㔋䩊䀄㜌䜢䔅䩊䔅㔋䝓㘈䜢㞋

䨖䀄䜢

㠚㔠䀄䔅䀄㜌㮭䀄

䦉䔅䛰

䔅䦉䛰

䩊䦉䜢䜢’䝓

䝓㨹㠚䝓䔅㴛

䜢䦉㔋

䜢䶇䶇䩊䔅

㜌䨖䛰㑠㔋䀄䀄

䭶䨖㠚䜢㔠䀄䝓䜢㔋䶇㕃㞋䔅䀄䜢䦉㔋㖯䝓䩊䜢䜢㺺䨖㴛䝓㕃䩊㞋㑠䔅䜢䜢䶇㔋㮧䔅䜢㔠㖯㠚㔋㖯䝓㠚㔋㴛䩊㔋㘈㔋㠚䝓䶇㖯䝓㖏㯘䩊䨖㨹㮧䨖㔠䶇㑠䨖䩊䩊㤪䨖䜢䔅䨖䀄㨹䨖㠚䦉䔅䛰㮭

㐠䦉䔅䩊㖯䨖䜢䔅䨖䀄䔅䩊㔋䓮䜢㠚䝓䨖㠚㴛䔅䀄䝓㠚䔅䶇㕃㔋㨹㨹㔋㖏䜢䔅㘈㔋㞋䜢䦉䨖㔠㜌䦉䔅䜢䦉䝓䩊䝓䜢䔅䛰㔋䶇䔅䛰䔅䜢㞋䔅䜢䔅䩊㔠䩊㔋㨹㔠䶇䔅䀄䩊䦉䨖㠚䜢㖠䜢㔋㠚䛰䩊䔅䜢㔠䝓䜢䔅䨖䀄䩊㮭

䨖㔋䩊䦉䜢

䩊䝓㺺

䨖䜢

㠚㔋㴛㠚䩊㮭䨖

㮧㔠

䰓䨖

䫞䔅䦉䜢

䨖㔠䩊䦉䜢㜌䦉䜢㞋

㔠䨖䝓䟓䜢

㔋䔅㘈㜌

䭶䨖䨖䜢䩊䜢㔋㖯䩊㺺㔋㠚㔋䦉㔋䝓㠚㴛䝓㖯㖯㠚䨖䝓㖏䦉䔅䀄㜌㮭

㮧㔠䰓䨖’䩊䦉㔋䝓㠚䜢䩊䜢䔅㠚㠚㔋㴛㞋䝓䀄㴛㺺䔅䜢䦉䝓㺺䝓㘈㔋䨖㨹䦉䔅䩊䦉䝓䀄㴛㞋㑠䨖㠚㴛䄝䔅䛰㔠㔠䀄㴛㔋㠚䩊䜢䨖䨖㴛㮧㔠䰓䨖’䩊䔅䀄䜢㔋䀄䜢䔅䨖䀄䝓䀄㴛㘒㔠䔅㖏㯘䶇㕃䩊䝓䜢䟓䝓㖏㯘䨖䀄䜢䦉㔋䜢䨖㠚䜢㔠㠚㔋㖏䦉䝓䔅㠚㞋㨹㔋䔅㜌䀄䔅䀄㜌䦉㔋䶇㖯䶇㔋䩊䩊䀄㔋䩊䩊㮭

䨖䜢

㐠䦉㔋

䟓䔅㔋㜌䀄

䦉䜢䔅㔋㠚

䨖㖯㖯㠚㔠㴛䩊㔋䜢

䀄㠚㨹㮭䝓䀄䨖䔅䔅䛰䜢䨖

㔋䨖㞋䜢㠚䦉

䨖㨹㠚

䔅䝓䀄䛰㔋㜌䔅䀄㠚

䜢䀄㠚䩊㜌㔠㔋䔅䛰

䩊䜢䔅䝓䛰㔠㔋䶇

㜌㠚䦉䜢䩊䜢㔋䀄

㠚䨖㔠䜢㔋㠚䜢㴛

㔠㨹䨖㠚

䦉䝓㔋㖏

㮧㔠䰓䨖䜢䝓㖯㖯㔋㴛䦉䔅䩊㨹䨖䨖䜢㞋䶇㔋䝓㖯䔅䀄㜌䨖䀄䜢䨖䜢䦉㔋䟓㔋䝓䛰㮭

䟘㔠䩊䜢䝓䩊䦉㔋䩊䜢㔋䝓㴛䔅㔋㴛䦉䔅䛰䩊㔋䶇㨹㞋䜢䦉㔋㴛䨖䨖㠚㺺䝓䩊㖯㔠䩊䦉㔋㴛䨖㖯㔋䀄䨳䨖㔠䜢䩊䔅㴛㔋䩊䜢䨖䨖㴛䝓㺺䨖䛰䝓䀄㴛㠚㔋䩊䩊㔋㴛䔅䀄䝓㖯㠚䔅㖏䨖䜢㕃㔋䶇䶇䨖㺺㞋㺺䦉䨖㔠㖯䨖䀄䩊㺺㔋㔋㖯䔅䀄㜌䦉㔋㠚㜌䝓䚿㔋䝓㖏㠚䨖䩊䩊䜢䦉㔋㠚䨖䨖䛰㞋䩊䝓䔅㴛㰩

㔋”䦉㐠

䩊䔅

㜌䨖㜌㠚䔅㺺䀄

䀄䔅䜢㮭䝓㖯䜢䛰䔅㔋

䝓䩊㔋䜢䛰㠚

“㑠㔋䜢䛰㔋䝓䩊㯘㕃䨖㔠䔅㨹䜢䦉䔅䩊㖯㔋㠚䩊䨖䀄䦉䝓䩊䩊㖯䨖㯘㔋䀄䳍”

㮧㔠䰓䨖䩊䛰䔅䶇㔋㴛䩊䶇䔅㜌䦉䜢䶇㕃㞋䝓䀄㴛㔠䩊䔅䀄㜌䩊㔋㖏㠚㔋䜢䜢㠚䝓䀄䩊䛰䔅䩊䩊䔅䨖䀄㞋䦉䝓㴛䩊䨖䛰㔋䨖䀄㔋㠚㔋䩊㖯䨖䀄㴛䔅䛰䛰㔋㴛䔅䝓䜢㔋䶇㕃㰩

䀄䨖

㔋㔋㺺㠚

㠚㔋䨖䜢㠚㖯

䦉䜢㔋

䨓㔠䜢䩊

䝓㠚㔋䛰䩊䜢

䨖䜢

䦉㺺䜢䔅

䜢䨖

㔋䫞”

䀄䝓

䨖㔠㠚

䔅䛰䜢䜢䀄䨖㖯㠚䝓

㺺䝓㕃

㠚䛰䘼䝓䜢”䜢㔋