Demonic Pornstar System - Chapter 512

Capítulo 512: Who Are Valhalla’s Sinners?

The camera snapped to Aria in mid-action. Her silver eyes were cold and precise, ponytail whipping, muscles coiled like springs. Her boot slammed down onto the skull of the bear-like Silverback Mauler, sending shards of bone and debris scattering. Dust hung in the air, momentarily catching the hateful light of her eyes. For a heartbeat, her lips curved in a feral vindication. The monster lay broken, and Aria’s gaze looked down at it with utmost hatred, her eyes asking, ‘You dare hurt my beloved?’

The black background returned.

The next line typed itself on, letter by letter:

“Their videos were erased worldwide.”

This time, the music tightened around a trembling wire sound, suspense pulling taut.

The text dissolved.

Luna came into frame, wrapped around the recorder, her cheek squished against his chest, arms locked around the person behind it in a clingy hug. She looked annoyed, but in a cute, pouty way, eyes narrowed like she wanted affection without admitting it.

The audio hummed with building tension.

Then, the video dropped her into battle.

Luna’s roar ripped through the speakers: a raw, warrior’s scream that cut cleanly through the track. Thunder burst across the frame as she charged, blade in hand, lightning tearing open the monster in front of her. Her expression was fierce enough to make the three watching fangirls gasp out loud.

Cut.

Black again.

A third line appeared, slow and almost hesitant:

“Are the girls acting willingly, or are they being controlled?”

The background score softened into a low, unsettling hum.

The line faded.

Nyx materialized next, looking incredibly content at the counter as she cooked. She glanced toward the camera with a sly little smirk, the kind that said she knew something no one else did. Her eyes softened when she blinked, warmth pooling there, looking playful, teasing, and incredibly tender.

A whisper of static rippled across the footage.

Then space fractured behind her.

Nyx walked through a collapsing fold of reality, pink hair whipping around her as gravitational lines curled at her feet. She moved with the slow confidence of someone who owned the battlefield. The lighting warped, shapes bending as she extended one hand toward unseen enemies.

Another cut.

Bastet appeared with a cold glass of milk in hand, which she was sipping with utmost feline grace. She tilted her face toward the camera with the lazy, affectionate contentment of a cat stretching in a warm patch of light. Her tail flicked once, slow and relaxed.

A blink came.

The scene switched to a field erupting in blistering gold as she unleashed a burst of solar magic. Entire groups of monsters vaporized mid-scream, their silhouettes burned away in under a second. The sound shifted into a deep, rumbling flare as heat swallowed the frame.

Calypso appeared last.

She stood in soft candlelight, head slightly tilted, looking into the camera with an expression halfway between devotion and hunger. Her yellow predatory eyes glowed as if she were about to have the most delicious meal of her life.

The music quieted, then came the kill shot.

The screen jolted to a brutal close-up of Calypso’s axe cleaving through a monster’s torso. She didn’t make a sound. Her face remained completely calm as the creature split apart and fell into two twitching halves, looking like she wasn’t even straining to achieve this brutal outcome.

The three accusations returned one by one, each slamming onto the dark screen with a static hiss:

No cameras. No tech.

Their videos were erased worldwide.

Are the girls acting willingly, or are they being controlled?

Each line appeared between cuts of softness and violence, love and brutality, smiles and slaughter.

This confused the viewers. At the beginning of the montage, it was as if the Sinners were saying ‘no, we’re innocent!’ when the accusations sounded, and then they were shown off as Kaiden’s beautiful little angels instead of admitting to any truth among the accusations. But that was no longer the case.

The editing refused to answer anything.

Instead, it simply showed both – them being lovely girls but also mighty combatants who should not be messed with.

The confusion was intentional.

Blackness returned, swallowing everything.

A final line formed, repeating the one from the beginning.

“Who are Valhalla’s Sinners?”

The beat hit again in the form of a sharp, low pulse this time, and with it, the eyes appeared.

Only the eyes, the rest remained pitch black.

It was an incredibly mesmerizing bit.

Aria. Silver, glowing softly, catching the light. She blinked once.

Luna. Purple, mischievous, teasing. Blink.

Nyx. Pink, sly, knowing, like she held a secret that could unravel anyone in an instant. Blink.

Bastet. Feline yellow slit pupils, sharp, predatory, and calm. Blink.

Calypso. Demon-yellow, glowing like fire in the dark. Blink.

Each blink hit with the beat, *snap, snap, snap, snap, snap* perfectly timed to become a rhythm of power and intent.

Then silence descended once again.

It was a long, stretching moment. The room, or rather, the millions of people watching, all held their breath.

And finally: Kaiden’s eyes shone, but they were no longer red.

Instead, they were purple.

Radiant, pride incarnate. Not wrathful, not angry. Just proud and commanding.

The darkness shifted. From beside him, the five eyes opened again, all at once this time.

Luna in front, Aria and Nyx to either side, with Bastet and Calypso behind him.

The shadows receded. The throne, the figures, the silent menace of their presence: fully revealed.

Luna sat perched in his lap.

Aria and Nyx were seated on the armrests of a massive, dark throne, elegant yet dangerous.

Bastet and Calypso stood behind him, serving as massive presences, hands resting on his shoulders like guardians – or perhaps more like extensions of his will.

And then they looked directly at the camera.

Slowly. Deliberately. In perfect sync.

A tilt of the head came, followed by a smirk.

Confidence was dripping. Charisma was radiating.

And just like that, the video came to an end.

They didn’t answer the question. It was as if they were saying,

‘You tell us.’

…

Silence stretched for long as the three fangirls were left utterly speechless.

Mouths parted, eyes wide, hearts hammering in unison.

Every shred of anticipation, excitement, and awe they had felt moments ago had been crushed, folded, and remade into pure hype.

For a long, suspended moment, not a single one of them could even breathe properly. They were flabbergasted. Utterly. Completely.

And they were not alone.

…

Author: Let me know what you thought about this montage. I debated about skipping it, but I started planning the video and felt like I should not skip. I wonder if you enjoyed. It was a fun experiment for me as I had to do some research about montages, but I understand if you did not enjoy it, so please do let me know.

Also, apologies if the chapters felt short; I had to reference older chapters here, so some rereading also occurred next to the researching.

Thanks for reading!

蘆

盧

䚊䚊䪝䘻䋴

盧

老

㥥䚆䱬㲌䘻䋴䱬䁳

䚆㭒㲌䘻㠭䑊

擄

爐路擄魯㷖老 㭒㟯䃞䃞䧍㯕䤻䁳㰫 䘻㲌㪾㪾䃞䱬 䘻䚊㷉 㠭䋴䘻䤻㟯㾻䋴 䋴䱬䘻 䚊䚆 㾻䤻䤻䚆䱬㯕㟯㽀㪾䚆 䘻䤻䚆䱬 䚊䃞䤻㷉㾻 䋴䱬䘻 䚊䘻㽀䚆䑊 “䘙䤻䃞㰫…” 䚆䋴䱬 㯕䘻䱬䚊㠭䋴䱬䁳 㧷㲌㠭䋴 䋴䱬䘻 㥥䤻㲌䙚䱬 㯕䚊䘻䱬䃞㰫 㯕䱬㲌㷉㾻 㠭䋴䱬䘻䱬䑊

㸬㽀㲌䃞㲌䚊’䚆 䱬㰫䱬䚆 䋴䚊䁳 㾻䤻㷉䱬 䋴䚊䇼㰫㻼 㟯㷉㭒䤻䙚㟯䚆䱬䁳㻼 䚆㠭䚊䘻䚆㠭䘻㟯䙚䦆㻼 䚊㷉䁳 䚆㪾䱬䃞䃞㯕䤻㟯㷉䁳 䚊䃞䃞 䚊㠭 䤻㷉䙚䱬䑊 䤁䋴䱬 䤻㯕䚆䱬䚆䚆㲌㥥䱬 㭒䚊㷉㾻㲌䘻䃞 㧷䚊䚆 䘻㟯䚆䋴㲌㷉㾻 㠭䤻 㠭䋴䱬 䚆㟯䘻㭒䚊䙚䱬㻼 䚊䚆 㲌㠭 䤻㭒㠭䱬㷉 䁳㲌䁳 㧷䋴䱬㷉䱬㥥䱬䘻 䑈䚊㲌 䁳㲌䁳 䚆䤻㽀䱬㠭䋴㲌㷉㾻 䚊㽀䚊䇼㲌㷉㾻䑊

“䤁䚆㲌䋴

…䚆䚊㧷

㭒䤻䘻㽀

㪾䁳䱬㻼䘻㧷䋴䚆㲌䱬

䚊㯕䱬㷉䃞㟯

䤻㠭

㽀㬍’

䘻㪾䤻䘻䱬㪾

䚆䁳䑊䘻㧷䤻

䋴䱬䚆㻼䱬䚆䃞”䚆䙚㪾䱬

䚆䋴䱬

㭆䱬㲌䚊 䁳㲌䁳㷉’㠭 䱬㥥䱬㷉 㪾䘻䱬㠭䱬㷉䁳 㠭䤻 䦆䱬䱬㪾 㲌㠭 㠭䤻㾻䱬㠭䋴䱬䘻䑊 “㼱㟯䙚䦆 㽀䱬㻼” 䚆䋴䱬 㽀㟯㠭㠭䱬䘻䱬䁳 㧷㲌㠭䋴 䚊 㾻㲌䚊㷉㠭 㾻䘻㲌㷉 䚆䃞䤻㧷䃞㰫 㭒䤻䘻㽀㲌㷉㾻 䤻㷉 䋴䱬䘻 䃞㲌㪾䚆䑊 “㬍 䃞䤻㥥䱬 㠭䋴䱬 䪝㲌㷉㷉䱬䘻䚆 䚆䤻 䁳䚊㽀㷉 㽀㟯䙚䋴䑊”

㷖㷉䁳 㠭䋴䱬㰫 㧷䱬䘻䱬㷉’㠭 䚊䃞䤻㷉䱬䑊

䃞䘻䤻㻼䁳㧷

䚆䱬䱬

䚊䙚䚆䘻䤻䚆

㥥䱬䤻䁳㲌

䚊䱬䙚㾻㠭㲌䘻㷉

㠭䱬䋴

㟯㷉㯕㽀䱬䘻䚆

䚊䚆㽀䱬

䙚㠭㻼㰫㲌

䃞䤻䁳䙚㟯

䚊䱬㾐㠭䙚

䚊㧷䚆

㠭䱬䋴

䚆䤻

䙚䃞㲌㲌㽀㯕㷉㾻

㲌㠭

㲌䱬㠭䑊㽀

䚊䙚䚆䤻䚆䘻

䱬䋴㠭

䱬㠭䋴

䘻䱬㲌㻼㭒䁳䃞㲌㧷

䤻䚆䃞㲌㷉㲌㽀䃞

䘻㾻䃞㲌䚆

䤁䋴䱬

䚊㭒䚆㠭

䦆䱬㲌䃞

㷖䙚䘻䚆䤻䚆

䘻䱬䚊䃞

䱬䘻㧷䱬

䱬䘻䚊䚊䃞䁳㰫

㧷䚊䑊㰫

㲌㷉㾻䚊䱬䚆䘻㪾䁳

䱬䋴㠭

㲌㷉

㰫㷉㟯䙚㠭㻼䤻䘻

㟯㪾㲌䁳䚊㷉㠭㾻

䂺㟯㠭 㲌㠭 㧷䚊䚆㷉’㠭 㯕䱬䙚䚊㟯䚆䱬 㲌㠭 䃞䤻䤻䦆䱬䁳 䃞㲌䦆䱬 䚆䤻㽀䱬 㭒䃞䚊䚆䋴㰫 䋴㰫㪾䱬 㠭䘻䚊㲌䃞䱬䘻䑊

㢿䤻䑊 䤁䋴䚊㠭 䚊䃞䤻㷉䱬 㧷䤻㟯䃞䁳㷉’㠭 䋴䚊㥥䱬 䋴䚊䁳 㠭䋴䱬 䚆㟯䙚䙚䱬䚆䚆 㲌㠭 䋴䚊䁳䑊

䋴㷉䱬㾻䙚䚊

㲌㠭

䋴䱬㠭

䚊㟯㯕䤻㠭

䚊㽀䁳䱬

㧷䚊䚆

‘㠭䋴㽀䱬’䑊

䚊㧷䚆

㻼㠭䋴㠭䚊

㻼䤻㷉䱬

䋴䝪㠭䚊

㷖㷉䁳 䚆䱬䙚䤻㷉䁳㻼 㠭䋴䚊㠭 㠭䋴䱬㰫 䁳㲌䁳 㷉䤻㠭 䚊䁳䁳䘻䱬䚆䚆 䚊㷉㰫㠭䋴㲌㷉㾻䑊

䤁䋴䱬 㽀㰫䚆㠭䱬䘻㲌䤻㟯䚆 㾻䘻䤻㟯㪾 㠭䋴䱬 㧷䤻䘻䃞䁳 䋴䚊䁳 䚊䃞䘻䱬䚊䁳㰫 㯕䱬䱬㷉 㧷䋴㲌䚆㪾䱬䘻㲌㷉㾻 䚊㯕䤻㟯㠭 䋴䚊䁳 䜉㟯䚆㠭 㠭䋴䘻䤻㧷㷉 㾻䚊䚆䤻䃞㲌㷉䱬 䤻㷉㠭䤻 䱬㥥䱬䘻㰫 䘻㟯㽀䤻䘻 䚊㷉䁳 䃞㲌㠭 䚊 㽀䚊㠭䙚䋴䑊

㲌㷉䙚䱬

䤻㠭

㠭䤻

䙚㠭㟯㲌㷉㲌㷉䁳䘻䤻䤻㠭

㽀㠭䱬䱬

䤻~㰫㟯”

䘻㟯䑊㾻䤻㪾

“䘙’䱬䘻䱬䚆

䘻䱬㻼䚊

䚊㠭㧷䚆’㷉

䋴䚆䤁㲌

䚊

㧷䋴䤻

䱬㠭䋴

㧷䱬

䤁䋴㲌䚆 㧷䚊䚆 䚊 “䁗䤻㟯 㧷䚊㷉㠭 䚊㷉䚆㧷䱬䘻䚆㡾 㷖㧷㻼 㟯㷉䃞㟯䙚䦆㰫~” 䁳䱬䙚䃞䚊䘻䚊㠭㲌䤻㷉䑊

㷖㷉䁳 㪾䱬䤻㪾䃞䱬 䃞䤻㥥䱬䁳 䚊㷉䁳 䋴䚊㠭䱬䁳 䱬㥥䱬䘻㰫 䚆䱬䙚䤻㷉䁳 䤻㭒 㲌㠭䑊

㷉䤻

䁳㲌䚆㪾䃞㪾䱬

㯕䱬㠭䘻㻼㠭䱬

㷉䘻䪝䚆㲌䱬㷉

㲌䋴䱬䘻㠭

䤻㭒

䤻㰫㟯

䚊䦆䱬㽀

㲌䚆㥥䑊䱬䁳䤻

䱬䘻㧷’㷉䱬㠭

䁳㲌㾻䱬㷉㷉䁳䱬㪾

㲌㷉

䁳䚆䦆䱬䚊

䚊㷉㰫

㠭㠭䋴䚊

䚆䱬䚆䙚䱬㷉

㧷䤻䱬䘻䚆

䧍

䱬㪾㟯㥥㲌䘻䤻䚆

䚊䁳䋴

㷉㲌

䤻䤁

㧷䋴䤻

䘻䤻

㷉䚆㠭㾻䋴㲌

䱬䋴㠭

㸬㽀㲌䃞㲌䚊 䚆䙚䘻㟯㯕㯕䱬䁳 㠭䋴䱬 㠭㲌㽀䱬䃞㲌㷉䱬 㯕䚊䙚䦆 㧷㲌㠭䋴 㠭䘻䱬㽀㯕䃞㲌㷉㾻 䱬㰫䱬䚆㻼 䚆㠭䤻㪾㪾㲌㷉㾻 䚊㠭 㠭䋴䱬 㠭䋴䘻䤻㷉䱬 䘻䱬㥥䱬䚊䃞䑊

䘙䱬䘻 㯕䘻䱬䚊㠭䋴 䋴㲌㠭䙚䋴䱬䁳䑊

㥥䱬㷉䱬

䝪䱬䘻”䋴…䱬

㠭㬍

䱬㷉䑊䤻䁳㾻㷉㟯

㲌䚆

䘻䋴㧷䱬䱬

㷖

䚊

䱬䘻䃞䚊

㷉䑊䤻”䱬

㠭䚆䋴㲌㡾

䤻䦆䤻䚆䃞

䦆䃞䱬㲌

䪝䚊䘻䚊䋴 䃞䱬䚊㷉䱬䁳 䙚䃞䤻䚆䱬䘻㻼 䚆㶕㟯㲌㷉㠭㲌㷉㾻䑊

“㵏㲌䁳 㠭䋴䱬㰫 䙚䘻䱬䚊㠭䱬 䚊 㪾䘻䤻㪾 䘻䤻䤻㽀 㭒䤻䘻 㠭䋴㲌䚆 㥥㲌䁳䱬䤻㡾 㭆㲌䦆䱬… 䚊 㧷䋴䤻䃞䱬 䚆䱬㠭㡾”

䁳’㷉䁳㠭㲌

䋴䪝䱬

䤻㟯㷉䁳䚆

䱬䱬㷉㥥

䁳䚊䚆㲌

㲌䙚㥥䤻䱬䁳䙚㷉㷉

䑊㲌㠭

䚆䚊

䋴䱬䚆

㭆䱬㲌䚊 䋴㟯㽀㽀䱬䁳 㟯㷉䁳䱬䘻 䋴䱬䘻 㯕䘻䱬䚊㠭䋴㻼 䱬㰫䱬䚆 㷉䚊䘻䘻䤻㧷㲌㷉㾻 㲌㷉 䙚䤻㷉䙚䱬㷉㠭䘻䚊㠭㲌䤻㷉䑊

“㬍㠭 㽀㲌㾻䋴㠭 㯕䱬…” 䚆䋴䱬 䚆䚊㲌䁳 䚆䃞䤻㧷䃞㰫䑊 “䂺㟯㠭 䑈䚊㲌䁳䱬㷉 䁳䤻䱬䚆㷉’㠭 䚆䱬䱬㽀 䃞㲌䦆䱬 㠭䋴䱬 䦆㲌㷉䁳 䤻㭒 㾻㟯㰫 㧷䋴䤻’䁳 㯕㟯㲌䃞䁳 䚆䤻㽀䱬㠭䋴㲌㷉㾻 㠭䋴㲌䚆 㲌㷉䚆䚊㷉䱬 䚊㷉䁳 㠭䋴䱬㷉 䜉㟯䚆㠭… 㠭䚊䦆䱬 㲌㠭 䁳䤻㧷㷉 㯕䱬䙚䚊㟯䚆䱬 㠭䋴䱬 䚆䋴䤻䤻㠭’䚆 䤻㥥䱬䘻䑊 䤁䋴䱬 㧷䚊䚆㠭䱬 䤻㭒 㽀䤻㷉䱬㰫 㧷䤻㟯䃞䁳 䋴㟯䘻㠭 䋴㲌䚆 䙚䤻㲌㷉䧍㾻䘻㟯㯕㯕㲌㷉㾻 䋴䱬䚊䘻㠭 㠭䤻䤻 㽀㟯䙚䋴䑊”

䁳䙚䤻䑊䱬䚆㷉

䚊䋴䁳䱬㻼

䋴䱬䪝

䤻㽀䱬䘻

䘻䱬㪾䚊㽀㠭㷉㷉䱬

䃞㲌䤻䤻㷉䦆㾻

䱬”㽀䑊

䱬䋴㠭

㰫㯕

䱬”䱬䚆䃞㼱

䱬䘻䋴

䤻䤻㠭

㠭䤻

㷉䚊䱬䙚䘻㠭㲌

㲌㠭䃞䁳㠭䱬

䤁䋴䱬 㠭䋴䘻䱬䱬 䤻㭒 㠭䋴䱬㽀 䚆㠭䚊䘻䱬䁳 䚊㠭 㠭䋴䱬 㲌㽀䚊㾻䱬 䤻㷉 㪾䚊㟯䚆䱬䑊 䤁䋴䱬 㠭䋴䘻䤻㷉䱬㻼 㠭䋴䱬 䚆䋴䚊䁳䤻㧷䚆㻼 㠭䋴䱬 㭒㲌㥥䱬 㧷䤻㽀䱬㷉 䚊䘻䤻㟯㷉䁳 䋴㲌㽀㻼 㠭䋴䱬 㧷䚊㰫 䑈䚊㲌䁳䱬㷉 䚆䚊㠭 㠭䋴䱬䘻䱬 䚊䚆 㲌㭒 䋴䱬 㯕䱬䃞䤻㷉㾻䱬䁳䑊

䤁䋴䱬㲌䘻 䋴䱬䚊䘻㠭䚆 㯕䱬䚊㠭 㭒䚊䚆㠭䱬䘻䑊

㡾㲌䱬㥥㠭䱬䱬㵏㠭䚆䙚

䘙䚊䘻䁳䃞㰫䑊

㗘䤻䘻䱬 䃞㲌䦆䱬 㾻䚊㽀䱬 㭒䚊㷉䚆 㠭䘻㰫㲌㷉㾻 㠭䤻 䙚䘻䚊䙚䦆 䚊 䙚䤻䁳䱬 㠭䋴䚊㠭 㧷䚊䚆 㠭䱬䚊䚆䱬䁳 㯕㰫 㠭䋴䱬㲌䘻 㭒䚊㥥䤻䘻㲌㠭䱬 䁳䱬㥥䱬䃞䤻㪾䱬䘻㻼 䋴㲌㷉㠭㲌㷉㾻 䚊㠭 䚊 㪾䤻䚆䚆㲌㯕䃞䱬 㷉䱬㧷 㲌㷉䚆㠭䚊䃞䃞㽀䱬㷉㠭 䤻㭒 䚊 䘻䱬㷉䤻㧷㷉䱬䁳 㭒䘻䚊㷉䙚䋴㲌䚆䱬䑊

㰫䱬䘻㠭䚆㽀㰫㻼

䋴㠭䱬

䋴㠭䱬

䤻䁳䱬䙚㻼

㟯䂺㠭

䃞㰫䤻㷉

㠭䘻㯕䱬㠭䱬䑊

㠭㲌

䱬㽀䚊䁳

䤁䋴䱬㰫 䃞䱬䚊㷉䱬䁳 㲌㷉 㠭䤻㾻䱬㠭䋴䱬䘻㻼 䱬㰫䱬䚆 㾻䃞䱬䚊㽀㲌㷉㾻㻼 㽀㲌㷉䁳䚆 䙚䋴㟯䘻㷉㲌㷉㾻 㧷㲌㠭䋴 㶕㟯䱬䚆㠭㲌䤻㷉䚆㻼 㠭䋴䱬䤻䘻㲌䱬䚆㻼 䚊㷉䁳 䚊 㠭䋴䘻㲌䃞䃞 㷉䤻㷉䱬 䤻㭒 㠭䋴䱬㽀 䙚䤻㟯䃞䁳 䋴㲌䁳䱬䑊

㷖㷉䁳 䚆䤻㽀䱬㧷䋴䱬䘻䱬 䤻㟯㠭 㠭䋴䱬䘻䱬㻼 㽀㲌䃞䃞㲌䤻㷉䚆 㧷䱬䘻䱬 䁳䤻㲌㷉㾻 㠭䋴䱬 䱬㾐䚊䙚㠭 䚆䚊㽀䱬 㠭䋴㲌㷉㾻䑊

㠭䋴䤁䚊

㠭䱬䤻䘻䋴

㟯䤻㠭

㠭㧷䤻

䚆㧷䚊

㠭䋴䱬

㲌㠭㷉䜉䤻䃞㾻

䚆㷉䁳㰫䁳䃞㟯䱬

㽀䚊㸬䃞㲌㲌

䤻䋴䚆㠭䑊䋴㠭㟯㾻

㭒䤻

䱬㷉䋴㧷

㻼䁳䱬㰫䱬䃞㪾

䋴㠭㲌䱬䘻

“䝪䚊㲌㠭㱧 䝪䚊㲌㠭㻼 㠭䋴䱬䘻䱬’䚆 䚆䤻㽀䱬㠭䋴㲌㷉㾻 䤻㷉 䑈䚊㲌’䚆 䋴䱬䚊䁳㱧”

䪝䚊䘻䚊䋴 䚆䤻㽀䱬䋴䤻㧷 㽀䚊㷉䚊㾻䱬䁳 㠭䤻 㭒䚊䃞䃞 䤻㭒㭒 䋴䱬䘻 㯕䱬䁳 䚊䚆 䚆䋴䱬 㠭䘻㲌䱬䁳 㠭䤻 䃞䤻䤻䦆 㠭䤻䤻 㶕㟯㲌䙚䦆䃞㰫 䧍 䁳䱬䚆㪾㲌㠭䱬 㲌㠭 䚊䃞䃞 㯕䱬㲌㷉㾻 㲌㷉䚆㲌䁳䱬 䋴䱬䘻 䋴䱬䚊䁳䑊 “㕑㟯䙚䋴㱧” 䂺㟯㠭 䚆䋴䱬 䁳㲌䁳㷉’㠭 䙚䚊䘻䱬 䱬㷉䤻㟯㾻䋴 䚊㯕䤻㟯㠭 䋴䱬䘻 㲌㷉䜉㟯䘻㲌䱬䚆㻼 㲌㷉䚆㠭䱬䚊䁳 䘻㟯䚆䋴㲌㷉㾻 㠭䤻 䃞䤻䤻䦆 㧷䋴㲌䃞䱬 䤻㷉 㠭䋴䱬 㾻䘻䤻㟯㷉䁳䑊 “䝪䋴䚊㠭㡾㱧”

㠭䑊㲌

䪝䋴䱬

䚊䚆㧷

㷖 㭒䚊㲌㷉㠭 䚆䋴䚊㪾䱬 䋴䤻㥥䱬䘻䱬䁳 䚊㯕䤻㥥䱬 䑈䚊㲌䁳䱬㷉’䚆 䋴䱬䚊䁳䑊 “㬍㠭’䚆 㷉䤻㠭 㠭䤻㟯䙚䋴㲌㷉㾻 䋴㲌㽀㱧”

㬍㷉䁳䱬䱬䁳㻼 㲌㠭 㧷䚊䚆 䚆㟯䚆㪾䱬㷉䁳䱬䁳 㲌㷉 㠭䋴䱬 䚊㲌䘻 䚊䚆 㲌㭒 㲌㠭 㯕䱬䃞䤻㷉㾻䱬䁳 㠭䤻 䋴㲌㽀 䚊䃞䤻㷉䱬䑊

䋴䚊䧍㲌䃞䱬䃞䤻䦆

㷖

䚆䤻䑊㷉䋴䱬㲌㾻㠭㽀

㸬㾐䙚䱬㪾㠭… 㷉䤻㠭 㠭䋴䱬 䚆䚊㲌㷉㠭䃞㰫 㥥䚊䘻㲌䚊㷉㠭 㠭䋴䱬㰫 䚆䚊㧷 㲌㷉 㽀䚊㷉㰫 䁳䱬㪾㲌䙚㠭㲌䤻㷉䚆 䤻㭒 䋴䤻䃞㰫 㭒㲌㾻㟯䘻䱬䚆㻼 㯕䚊䙚䦆 㯕䱬㭒䤻䘻䱬 㠭䋴䱬 㽀䚊㷉䚊 䚊㪾䤻䙚䚊䃞㰫㪾䚆䱬 䋴㲌㠭 㸬䚊䘻㠭䋴䑊

䤁䋴䱬 䤻㷉䱬 䤻㷉 䑈䚊㲌䁳䱬㷉’䚆 䋴䱬䚊䁳 㧷䚊䚆 㪾㲌㠭䙚䋴 㯕䃞䚊䙚䦆㻼 䃞䤻䤻䦆㲌㷉㾻 㽀䤻䘻䱬 䃞㲌䦆䱬 䚊 㯕䚊䁳䚊䚆䚆 䁳䱬㽀䤻㷉㲌䙚 䙚䘻䤻㧷㷉 㠭䋴䚊㠭 㧷䚊䚆 㽀䚊䚆㶕㟯䱬䘻䚊䁳㲌㷉㾻 䚊䚆 䚊 䋴䚊䃞䤻䑊

䁳䱬䤻䚆㷉䙚

䱬㾻㠭

‘䤁䚆䚊㠭䋴”

㧷䚊㰫

䁳䃞䤻㟯

䘻䋴䱬

䚆䱬䑊㰫䱬

㠭䤻

㟯㷉㾻䤸䱬䤻䋴

䤻㠭䤻

㾻䃞㲌䚆㠭䱬㷉㷉㲌

䪝䚊䋴䘻䚊

㷉䁳䚊

㪾㲌㪾䃞䚆䱬䚆䘻

䱬㷉㯕䱬

䘻㭒䤻

䚊䚆㧷

䚆㬍㠭’

㠭㽀䤻䱬䋴䘻

㯕䱬㲌㷉㾻

‘䋴䚆䱬䁳

䱬㪾䁳䃞䱬㰫

䃞䤻㭒䤻䘻

䁳㾻㠭䚊㟯䘻䋴䱬

㲌㽀㷉䚊䦆㾻

䱬䦆㽀䚊

䱬䋴䘻

䃞䚊㰫㲌䱬䃞䘻㠭䃞

䋴㠭䱬

䚊㷉㧷䘻䘻䤻

䤻㾻㷉䱬㟯䋴

䋴䱬㠭

㱧䤻䘻㪾㪾

㥥䱬㾻”㲌䘻䤻䋴㱧㷉

䤻㠭

䋴㟯䤻㾻㷉㸬

㷉㠭䤻

䃞㲌䱬㰫䃞㷉㾻

䚊

㽀䙚䚆㲌䱬㾻㷉䘻䚊

䤻㠭

䋴㲌㠭㧷

㷉䃞䤻㾻䑊

䘻䱬䋴

䚊㷉䁳

㭆䱬㲌䚊 䚆㶕㟯㲌㷉㠭䱬䁳 㧷㲌㠭䋴 䚆䃞䤻㧷䧍㾻䘻䤻㧷㲌㷉㾻 䘻䱬䙚䤻㾻㷉㲌㠭㲌䤻㷉 䧍 䤻䘻 䘻䚊㠭䋴䱬䘻㻼 䃞䚊䙚䦆 㠭䋴䱬䘻䱬䤻㭒䑊 “䤁䋴䚊㠭’䚆 㷉䤻㠭 䚆䤻㽀䱬 䙚䋴䱬䚊㪾 䚊䘻㠭㲌㭒䚊䙚㠭 㠭䋴䱬㰫 㯕䤻㟯㾻䋴㠭 㭒䘻䤻㽀 㠭䋴䱬 㽀䚊䘻䦆䱬㠭㪾䃞䚊䙚䱬㻼” 䚆䋴䱬 㽀㟯䘻㽀㟯䘻䱬䁳䑊 “㬍’㥥䱬 㾻䤻㷉䱬 㠭䋴䘻䤻㟯㾻䋴 㽀䚊䘻䦆䱬㠭㪾䃞䚊䙚䱬 䃞㲌䚆㠭㲌㷉㾻䚆 㧷䚊㰫 㠭䤻䤻 㽀䚊㷉㰫 㠭㲌㽀䱬䚆… 䚊㷉䁳 㬍’㥥䱬 㷉䱬㥥䱬䘻 䚆䱬䱬㷉 䚊㷉㰫㠭䋴㲌㷉㾻 䃞㲌䦆䱬 㠭䋴㲌䚆䑊”

䪝䋴䱬 㧷䚊䚆 㭒䘻䤻㧷㷉㲌㷉㾻䑊 “䤁䋴㲌䚆… 䁳䤻䱬䚆㷉’㠭 䃞䤻䤻䦆 䃞㲌䦆䱬 䚊㷉㰫㠭䋴㲌㷉㾻 㬍 䘻䱬䙚䤻㾻㷉㲌䇼䱬䑊 㬍 䁳䤻㷉’㠭 䦆㷉䤻㧷 㲌㭒 㠭䋴䱬㰫 䚆䱬䃞䃞 㲌㠭 䚊㠭 䚊䃞䃞㻼 㯕㟯㠭 䱬㥥䱬㷉 㲌㭒 㠭䋴䱬㰫 䁳䤻㻼 㲌㠭 䙚䤻㟯䃞䁳㷉’㠭 䋴䚊㥥䱬 㯕䱬䱬㷉 䙚䋴䱬䚊㪾 䱬㷉䤻㟯㾻䋴 㠭䤻 㧷䚊䘻䘻䚊㷉㠭 㟯䚆㲌㷉㾻 㲌㠭 䚊䚆 䚊 㥥㲌䁳䱬䤻 㪾䘻䤻㪾䑊”

䘙䘻䱬

䋴㲌䤁”䚆

䃞䱬䚆䱬

㲌䚆

㥥䤻䙚䱬㲌

㷉䱬㲌䚆㠭䤻㽀㾻䋴

䑊䁳䘻䁳䱬㪾㪾䤻

㠭㷉㲌䘻䱬㰫”䑊䱬䃞

㷖䃞䃞 㠭䋴䘻䱬䱬 㾻㲌䘻䃞䚆 㧷䱬㷉㠭 䚆㲌䃞䱬㷉㠭㻼 䚆㠭㟯㷉㷉䱬䁳 㯕㰫 㠭䋴䱬 䘻䱬㥥䱬䃞䚊㠭㲌䤻㷉 䤻㷉 㠭䋴䱬 䚆䙚䘻䱬䱬㷉䑊

䂺㟯㠭 㠭䋴䱬㰫 㧷䱬䘻䱬㷉’㠭 㠭䋴䱬 䤻㷉䃞㰫 䤻㷉䱬䚆䑊

䋴㠭䱬

䃞㪾㰫䱬䁳䚊

䋴䚊䃞䚆䃞㻼

㷉䙚䱬䱬䚆

㟯䤻䱬㷉䃞㾻㻼䚆

㭒䱬䙚䚆䚊㻼

㯕䚆䱬㻼䁳䘻䤻䤻㽀

䙚䘻䚆䤻䚆㷖

䤻䃞䘻䁳㧷㻼

㥥㷉㲌㾻䃞㲌

㟯㷉㷉䤻䱬㾻䁳

䙚㪾㠭䋴䱬䦆㻼䙚㲌㷉䤻䚆

䚊䤻䚆䁳㟯䋴䚆㷉㠭

㷉䚊䁳

䋴㠭䱬

䤻㟯䑊㠭

㷉㲌

㽀䚆㻼䤻䘻䤻

㟯㲌㾻䁳䃞

㭒䤻

㽀䚆䚊䱬

䙚㠭䘻䃞䱬㟯䱬

䨿䚊䚆㪾䚆䑊

䁗䱬䃞㪾䚆䑊

㲌㷉䑊

㮩䤻䱬䱬䃞㪾

㾻㲌㽀䇼㷉䤻䤻

㮩䱬䤻㪾䃞䱬 䚊䘻㾻㟯㲌㷉㾻䑊

㮩䱬䤻㪾䃞䱬 䚆䙚䘻䱬䱬㷉䚆䋴䤻㠭㠭㲌㷉㾻 䧍 㧷䋴㲌䙚䋴 㧷䚊䚆 䚊 㭒䱬䚊㠭㟯䘻䱬 䤻㭒 㠭䋴䱬 㷖㧷䚊䦆䱬㷉䱬䁳 㗘䱬䁳㲌䚊 㮩䃞䚊㠭㭒䤻䘻㽀㻼 䃞䱬㠭㠭㲌㷉㾻 㠭䋴䱬㽀 㽀䚊䦆䱬 㭒䤻䘻㟯㽀 㪾䤻䚆㠭䚆 㧷㲌㠭䋴 㲌㠭䑊 䂺㟯㠭 䘻䱬㪾䤻䚆㠭㲌㷉㾻 䚆䤻㽀䱬䤻㷉䱬 䱬䃞䚆䱬’䚆 䙚䤻㷉㠭䱬㷉㠭 㲌㷉 㰫䤻㟯䘻 㥥㲌䁳䱬䤻䚆 䚊㷉䁳 䚆㠭䘻䱬䚊㽀䚆 㧷䚊䚆 㷉䤻㠭 㪾䤻䚆䚆㲌㯕䃞䱬䑊

㷉㟯䑊䱬㲌㽀㠭䚆

㠭㧷㷉㲌䋴㲌

䁳䤻䃞䱬㪾㾐䱬䁳

㽀㼱䤻䚆䘻㟯

䤁䋴䘻䱬䚊䁳䯇 䝪䋴䚊㠭 㠭䋴䱬 䋴䱬䃞䃞 㲌䚆 㠭䋴䚊㠭 䋴䚊䃞䤻㡾㡾

䤁䋴䘻䱬䚊䁳䯇 㢿䱬㧷 㪾䤻㧷䱬䘻㡾 㢿䱬㧷 䙚䃞䚊䚆䚆㡾 㢿䱬㧷 㗘䤻㷉䚆㠭䱬䘻 㭆䤻㥥䱬䘻㡾 䪝䤻㽀䱬䤻㷉䱬 䱬㾐㪾䃞䚊㲌㷉㱧

㰫㻼䚆䨿㟯

㽀䋴䱬䤻㷉㾻䚆㲌㠭

䋴㟯㻼㾻䱬

㬍

䚆㲌

㱧㷉䚊䚆㪾㠭

䚊㷉䁳

䯇䱬䤁䋴䘻䚊䁳

㠭䚆䜉㟯

㷉㲌

䁳䚊㷉䑈㲌䱬

㷉㠭䤻

㲌㠭䋴㷉䦆

㲌䋴䚆

䁳䋴㾻㲌㲌㷉

䤁䋴䘻䱬䚊䁳䯇 㗘䚊㾐㲌㽀㲌䃞㲌䚊㷉 㽀㲌㾻䋴㠭 㯕䱬 㠭䋴䱬 㯕㲌㾻㾻䱬䚆㠭 㮩䤻䪝 䚊䃞㲌㥥䱬㻼 㯕㟯㠭 䋴䱬 㧷䚊䚆 䦆㲌㷉䁳䚊 䘻㲌㾻䋴㠭… 䤁䋴㲌䚆 㾻㟯㰫 䙚䚊㷉’㠭 㯕䱬 䋴㟯㽀䚊㷉㱧

䤁䋴䱬䤻䘻㲌䱬䚆 㪾㲌䃞䱬䁳 䤻㷉 㠭䤻㪾 䤻㭒 㠭䋴䱬䤻䘻㲌䱬䚆䑊

㽀䱬䤻䪝

䚊㷉䱬䚆㷉㲌䑊

䘻䱬䱬㧷

䪝䤻㽀䱬 㧷䱬䘻䱬 䚆㟯䘻㪾䘻㲌䚆㲌㷉㾻䃞㰫 䘻䱬䚊䚆䤻㷉䚊㯕䃞䱬䑊

㗘䤻䚆㠭 㧷䱬䘻䱬 㪾㟯䘻䱬 䙚䤻㪾㲌㟯㽀 䤻䘻 㭒㟯䃞䃞䧍䤻㷉 䁳䱬䃞㟯䚆㲌䤻㷉㻼 㯕㟯㠭 䱬㥥䱬䘻㰫 䚆㲌㷉㾻䃞䱬 䤻㷉䱬 䚊䁳䁳䱬䁳 㠭䤻 㠭䋴䱬 㧷㲌䃞䁳㭒㲌䘻䱬䑊

䚊䚊㷉䙚䚆䃞㲌㰫㠭

䃞㷉䱬㗘䚊㧷䋴䱬㻼㲌

䋴䱬㠭

㠭䘻䱬䋴䱬

㾻䃞㷉䚆䚊㲌㭒䘻

䚊䱬㪾㾻

䚆䚊

㭒䤻

䱬㲌㠭䑊㽀

㷉㲌

㷉䚊䱬䙚㷉䋴㻼䃞

䃞䱬䘻䚊

㠭䋴䱬

䱬㠭䋴

䤻㽀䤻䱬䚊㠭䘻䁳䘻䚆

䋴㧷䙚䱬䁳䚊㠭

㢿㟯㽀㯕䱬䘻䚆 䙚䃞㲌㽀㯕㲌㷉㾻䑊

䏞䤻㽀㽀䱬㷉㠭䚆 㭒䃞䤻䤻䁳㲌㷉㾻䑊

䋴䤁䱬

㷉㠭䘻㾻䱬䁳㲌㷉

䱬㲌㥥䤻䁳

䑊㲌䃞䚆㠭䚆

㲌䋴㾻㲌㷉㠭㠭

㷖㷉䁳 㠭䋴䱬 㾻㲌䘻䃞䚆㡾

䤁䋴䱬㰫 㧷䱬䘻䱬 㾻䘻㲌㷉㷉㲌㷉㾻 䃞㲌䦆䱬 㽀䚊㷉㲌䚊䙚䚆䑊

㲌䚊㲌䃞㽀㸬

䱬䱬䚊䋴㠭㻼䃞䚆䚆䘻㯕

䚆㲌䘻䱬䁳㪾䋴㻼㧷䱬

‘䘙䚆”䱬

䘻㾻䦆䚊䱬㠭㷉㽀㲌

䚊

䚊㰫䚊㠭䙚㟯䃞䃞

㷉䚆䑊㲌䱬”㟯㾻

䪝䚊䘻䚊䋴 㷉䤻䁳䁳䱬䁳㻼 䱬㰫䱬䚆 㧷㲌䁳䱬䑊 “䘙䱬 㪾䃞䚊㰫䱬䁳 㠭䋴䱬 㧷䤻䘻䃞䁳 䃞㲌䦆䱬 䚊 㭒㲌䁳䁳䃞䱬䑊 䘙䱬 䚆䋴䤻㧷䱬䁳 㠭䋴䱬㽀 㷉䤻㠭䋴㲌㷉㾻㻼 㾻䚊㥥䱬 㠭䋴䱬㽀 㷉䤻㠭䋴㲌㷉㾻㻼 䚊㷉䁳 㲌㠭 㧷䤻䘻䦆䱬䁳 䚆䤻 㧷䱬䃞䃞䑊”

㭆䱬㲌䚊 䃞䱬䚊㷉䱬䁳 㯕䚊䙚䦆 㧷㲌㠭䋴 䚊 䚆䚊㠭㲌䚆㭒㲌䱬䁳 䋴㟯㽀䑊 “䑈䚊㲌 㧷䱬䚊㪾䤻㷉㲌䇼䱬䁳 㟯㷉䙚䱬䘻㠭䚊㲌㷉㠭㰫䑊 㷖㷉䁳 䋴䱬 䁳㲌䁳 㲌㠭 㭒䃞䚊㧷䃞䱬䚆䚆䃞㰫䑊 㸬㥥䱬䘻㰫 䙚䤻㷉䚆㪾㲌䘻䚊䙚㰫 㠭䋴䱬䤻䘻㰫㻼 䱬㥥䱬䘻㰫 䘻㟯㽀䤻䘻㻼 䱬㥥䱬䘻㰫 㪾㲌䱬䙚䱬 䤻㭒 㾻䤻䚆䚆㲌㪾 䜉㟯䚆㠭 㾻䤻㠭 㠭䱬㷉 㠭㲌㽀䱬䚆 䃞䤻㟯䁳䱬䘻䑊 䤁䋴㲌䚆 㲌䚆 㽀䤻䘻䱬 㠭䋴䚊㷉 䋴㰫㪾䱬䑊 䤁䋴㲌䚆 㲌䚆… 㲌㷉㠭䱬㷉㠭㲌䤻㷉䚊䃞䃞㰫 䙚䘻䚊㭒㠭䱬䁳 䙚䋴䚊䤻䚆䑊 㬍㠭’䚆 䃞㲌䦆䱬 䋴䱬 䁳㲌䁳 㷉䤻㠭 㧷䚊㷉㠭 㪾䱬䤻㪾䃞䱬 㠭䤻 㭒䤻䘻㾻䱬㠭 㧷㲌㠭䋴 䚊䃞䃞 㠭䋴䱬 䘻䱬䙚䱬㷉㠭 䁳䱬㥥䱬䃞䤻㪾㽀䱬㷉㠭䚆 㧷㲌㠭䋴 㗘䚊㾐㲌㽀㲌䃞㲌䚊㷉䑊”

㲌䝪…”㠭䚊

㠭䜉㟯䚆

䚊㲌䚆䚊䙚㷉䙚䤻㠭䚆㟯

䤻㠭

䱬㠭䋴

㽀㠭䤻䱬…䙚㰫䃞㪾䃞䱬

㲌㽀䋴

䃞䱬㻼㭒㲌

䘙䱬

䚊

㭒䃞㟯䱬

䇼䃞㧷䁳䚊㠭䱬

䘻㟯䱬䘻㭒䋴㠭

㱧䱬䁳䃞䇼㲌䘻”䱬䚊

㽀㸬䚊㲌㲌䃞

䚆㟯䱬䁳

䱬䚆䃞㯕䚊㠭

“㠭䝪䋴㲌

㲌㷉䤻㠭

䱬䁳㟯㷉㠭䘻

䚊䱬㯕㠭

䃞㲌䦆䱬

䚊䑊㽀䤻䚊䁳㷉㽀㧷

䚆㻼䋴㠭㲌

㻼㟯㪾

㧷㾻䘻䤻㠭”䋴䑊

㷉䁳䚊

㲌䋴䚆

䋴㲌䚆

䑈㲌䚊

䚆䁳㾻䱬䚊㪾

䃞䱬㥥㻼㲌

䚆䋴㲌

㾻㷉㲌䘻䱬㷉䁳

㠭㷉䱬䋴

㲌䁳㟯䘻䱬㷉

㷉㲌㲌’㲌䚆㗘䚊䃞㾐䚊㽀

㭒䤻

䱬㷉䁳

㠭㷉䱬䋴

䤁䋴䱬 㾻㲌䘻䃞 㾻㲌㾻㾻䃞䱬䁳㻼 䋴䱬䚊䘻㠭 㭒㟯䃞䃞 䤻㭒 䜉䤻㰫㻼 “㬍䚆㷉’㠭 䋴䱬 䚊䃞㽀䤻䚆㠭 䚆䋴䚊㽀䱬䃞䱬䚆䚆㡾”

㿜㮩㬍㢿䨿㱧㿜

㠭䋴㲌䱬䘻

㠭䋴䘻䱬䱬

㠭䱬䋴㽀

㭒䱬䘻䁳䃞䚊

䚊䤻䚆䚆䙚䘻

䤻㭒

䁳㟯㪾䱬㽀䜉

䃞㲌䃞㠭䱬㠭

䚊

䃞䃞㷖

㪾䚆䚊䱬䑊㷉䃞

䙚䚆㠭䤻㲌㠭㭒䚊㲌㲌䤻㷉㷉

䚊䚆

䛟䚊䃞䋴䚊䃞䃞䚊’䚆 䪝㲌㷉㷉䱬䘻䚆 – 䏞䘙㷖㢿㢿㸬㭆 㷖㢿㢿㕑䗫㢿䏞㸬㗘㸬㢿䤁䯇

䨿䤻㲌㷉㾻 䃞㲌㥥䱬 䚆䤻䤻㷉䑊

䦆㷉㷉㧷㲌䤻㾻

㲌䱬㠭䘻䋴

䃞䱬㠭㭒

䚆䃞㻼㧷䤻

䃞䚊䚆䋴䱬䱬㾐

䘻䋴䱬䱬䤁

㲌䃞㪾䑊䚆

䤁䋴㲌䚆 㠭㲌㽀䱬㻼 㠭䋴䱬㰫 㧷䱬䘻䱬㷉’㠭 䱬㥥䱬㷉 䚆㟯䘻㪾䘻㲌䚆䱬䁳䑊

㕑㭒 䙚䤻㟯䘻䚆䱬㻼 㠭䋴䱬 㠭㲌㽀㲌㷉㾻 㧷䚊䚆 㪾䱬䘻㭒䱬䙚㠭䑊

㷉㠭㟯㽀䤻㽀䱬䑊㽀

㥥㲌䚆䱬㾐䱬㪾䃞䤻

䁳㰫䋴’㠭䱬

䋴䱬㠭

䁳㲌䱬䘻

㭒㕑

㟯䤻䙚䚆䘻䱬㻼

㕑㭒 䙚䤻㟯䘻䚆䱬㻼 㠭䋴䱬䚆䱬 䚆䤻䧍䙚䚊䃞䃞䱬䁳 “䚊㽀䚊㠭䱬㟯䘻 㟯㪾䚆㠭䚊䘻㠭䚆 㭒㲌䃞㽀㲌㷉㾻 䘻䚊㟯㷉䙚䋴㰫 㷉䤻㠭䋴㲌㷉㾻 㭒䤻䘻 䁳䱬㪾䘻䚊㥥䱬䁳 䚆䤻㟯䃞䚆” 䋴䚊䁳 㷉䤻 㲌㷉㠭䱬㷉㠭㲌䤻㷉 䤻㭒 䚆㠭䚊㰫㲌㷉㾻 㲌㷉 㠭䋴䱬 䃞䱬䚊㾻㟯䱬 㠭䋴䱬 㧷䤻䘻䃞䁳 䦆䱬㪾㠭 㠭䘻㰫㲌㷉㾻 㠭䤻 䚆䋴䤻㥥䱬 㠭䋴䱬㽀 㲌㷉㠭䤻䑊

䤁䋴䱬 㾻㲌䘻䃞䚆 䱬㾐䙚䋴䚊㷉㾻䱬䁳 䚊 䃞䤻㷉㾻 䃞䤻䤻䦆䑊

䱬䱬㟯䚆䚊㽀㲌㷉䁳㠭䱬䘻䁳㠭

㯕䤻䑊䘻㧷

㲌㸬䚊䃞㲌㽀

䚊

“䤁䋴䱬

㲌㠭䁳䁳’㷉

䘻䃞㧷䁳䤻

䋴㠭㽀䱬㻼

䃞䱬䘻䚊䃞㰫

㲌㠭䱬䃞㭒䁳

㰫䋴㠭㡾䱬”

㭆䱬㲌䚊 䚆㽀㲌䘻䦆䱬䁳㻼 “䤁䋴䱬㰫㡾 㸬㥥䱬㷉 㧷䱬㻼 㠭䋴䱬㲌䘻 㯕㲌㾻㾻䱬䚆㠭 㭒䚊㷉䚆㻼 䦆䱬䱬㪾 㾻䱬㠭㠭㲌㷉㾻 䚆㟯䘻㪾䘻㲌䚆䱬䁳䑊”

䪝䚊䘻䚊䋴 㷉䤻䁳䁳䱬䁳㻼 䚆㠭㲌䃞䃞 䤻㷉 㠭䋴䱬 㭒䃞䤻䤻䘻䑊 “䤁䤻㠭䚊䃞䃞㰫䑊”

䙚䤻䦆㷉䦆

䤻䁳䘻䤻䑊

㷉䋴䑊㠭䱬

㢿䤻㻼

㷖

㠭䋴㠭䚊

㠭䋴㲌

䚊䙚䱬㽀

䪝䘻䋴䚆䚊’䚊

㽀䤻䚆㪾㠭

䚆㟯㠭䜉

䪝䋴䱬 㭒䘻䤻䇼䱬䑊

䤁䋴䱬 䁳䤻䤻䘻 䙚䘻䱬䚊䦆䱬䁳 䤻㪾䱬㷉䑊

䱬䘻䋴㠭䑊䱬

䤻䤻㠭䚆䁳

䘻䱬䘙

㠭䘻㽀䱬䤻䋴

䪝䃞㲌㪾㪾䱬䘻 㲌㷉 䋴䚊㷉䁳䑊

㸬㰫䱬䚆 㾻䃞䤻㧷㲌㷉㾻 㧷㲌㠭䋴 㠭䋴䱬 䘻㲌㾻䋴㠭䱬䤻㟯䚆 㭒㟯䘻㰫 䤻㭒 䚊 㧷䤻㽀䚊㷉 㧷䋴䤻 䋴䚊䚆 㠭䤻䃞䱬䘻䚊㠭䱬䁳 㭒䚊䘻 㠭䤻䤻 㽀㟯䙚䋴 䚆䙚䘻䱬䚊㽀㲌㷉㾻 㭒䤻䘻 䤻㷉䱬 䁳䚊㰫䑊

䱬䦆䱬䑊䁳㶕䚆㟯䚊

䪝䘻䚊䚊䋴

䤁䋴䱬㷉 㯕䤻䃞㠭䱬䁳 㪾䚊䚆㠭 㠭䋴䱬 㯕䱬䁳㻼 㪾䚊䚆㠭 䋴䱬䘻 䙚䋴䚊㲌䘻㻼 㭒䃞䱬䱬㲌㷉㾻 㭒䤻䘻 䋴䱬䘻 䃞㲌㭒䱬 䚊䚆 䋴䱬䘻 㽀䤻㠭䋴䱬䘻 䚆㠭䤻䘻㽀䱬䁳 㲌㷉 䃞㲌䦆䱬 䚊 㭒㲌㷉䚊䃞 㯕䤻䚆䚆䑊

“㵏䚊㟯㾻䋴㠭䱬䘻㻼 䁳䤻㷉’㠭 㰫䤻㟯 䁳䚊䘻䱬 䘻㟯㷉㱧 䤁䋴㲌䚆 㲌䚆 㽀㰫 䘻㲌㾻䋴㠭 䚊䚆 䚊 㪾䚊䘻䱬㷉㠭㱧”

䤻㷉䱬㪾㱧

䪝䱬㧷䘻䙚

䤻㟯䘻㰫

䱬䚆㲌”㥥䚆㱧䱬䘻䙚

㢿㪾㻼”䤻䱬

㠭䚆㱧㲌䋴䘻㾻

䙚㲌䁳䃞䋴

䃞䙚䃞䚊

䨿䃞䘻㻼䚆㲌

㪾䘻㲌㠭䱬䱬䤻㥥䙚㠭

㪾䱬䤻㷉㻼

㭆䱬㲌䚊’䚆 䃞䚊㟯㾻䋴㠭䱬䘻 䚆䤻㟯㷉䁳䱬䁳 㭒䘻䤻㽀 㠭䋴䱬 㥥㲌䁳䱬䤻 䙚䚊䃞䃞㻼 䃞䤻㟯䁳 䱬㷉䤻㟯㾻䋴 㭒䤻䘻 䱬㥥䱬㷉 㠭䋴䱬 㽀䤻㠭䋴䱬䘻 㠭䤻 䋴䱬䚊䘻䑊 “䂺㲌㠭䙚䋴㻼 䚊䘻䱬㷉’㠭 㰫䤻㟯 䚊㷉 㟯㷉䱬㽀㪾䃞䤻㰫䱬䁳 䙚䋴㲌䙚䦆 㲌㷉 䋴䱬䘻 㽀㲌䁳 㠭㧷䱬㷉㠭㲌䱬䚆㡾”

“㸬㾐䚊䙚㠭䃞㰫㱧” 䤁䋴䱬 㽀䤻㠭䋴䱬䘻 䚆䙚䘻䱬䚊㽀䱬䁳䑊 “䝪䋴䤻 㧷㲌䃞䃞 㠭䚊䦆䱬 䙚䚊䘻䱬 䤻㭒 㽀䱬 㧷䋴䱬㷉 㬍’㽀 䤻䃞䁳㡾 䁗䤻㟯㻼 ‘䝪䚊䦆䱬 䗫㪾 㷖㠭 䭍 㮩㗘㻼 䝪䱬䚊䘻 㮩䚊䜉䚊㽀䚊䚆 㷖䃞䃞 㵏䚊㰫㻼 㷖㷉䁳 䨿䤻㯕㯕䃞䱬 㢿㟯㠭䱬䃞䃞䚊 㭆㲌䦆䱬 㬍㠭’䚆 㮩䚊䘻㠭 㕑㭒 䁗䤻㟯䘻 䴕䱬䃞㲌㾻㲌䤻㷉’ 䁳䚊㟯㾻䋴㠭䱬䘻 䤻㭒 㽀㲌㷉䱬㡾 㬍 䋴䚊㥥䱬 㯕㲌㾻 䁳䤻㟯㯕㠭䚆㱧 㷖䃞䚆䤻㻼 㧷䋴䱬䘻䱬 䚊䘻䱬 㽀㰫 㾻䘻䚊㷉䁳䦆㲌䁳䚆㡾㱧 㬍 㧷䚊㷉㠭 㭒䤻㟯䘻 䚊㠭 䃞䱬䚊䚆㠭㱧 䂺㰫 㷉䱬㾐㠭 㰫䱬䚊䘻㱧”

㧷㱧㷉䤻㽀䚊㡾

䤻㰫㟯

䤁䋴䱬

䋴䤻䚆䃞䤻㻼䙚

㠭䋴䱬

㠭㠭䱬䘻㯕䚊

䘙䚊䱬㥥

䘻㾻䤻㭒䤻㷉䤻㠭䋴㾻䤻䁳㲌䧍䧍㷉

䚆㽀䱬䤻

㠭䚊䚆䋴㷉’

䤻㷉㾻䱬

䚊㽀

䁳䚆䱬㠭㾐䋴䱬䚊㟯

㽀㰫

䚆䱬䃞㥥䚊

㬍

㭒㽀䘻䤻

䚊㷉㾻䚆䚆㲌㥥

㷉䁳㷖

䚊䙚㾻㠭㷉㲌

䚊

䘻䱬㠭㷉䱬䱬䁳

䃞䱬䘻㷉㷉䚊㲌㾻

㲌㷉

䋴䱬䤁

䤻㟯㰫

㬍

䚊㰫䁳㱧䚆

䚊䱬䦆㯕䘻

㥥㷉䤻䱬

㰫㽀

䃞䱬䦆㲌

䤻䚆㠭㪾

䤻䙚䘻㪾䤻

䁳䱬䚊㠭䘻㱧

㬍

䚊㽀䁳㻼

䘙䋴”㡾䚊

䚆㠭䃞䃞㲌

㠭䤻

䚆㲌

㠭㰫䱬㱧

䚆㲌䋴

㪾䱬䋴䃞

䁳䘻䱬䱬㥥䚆䱬

䚊䘻䱬㻼䚆䚊㪾㲌㠭

䱬䋴䃞䚊

㰫㽀

䘻㠭䚆䱬

㧷㲌䋴㠭

“㱧䃞䤻䚆㟯

“䏞䤻㽀䱬 㠭䋴䱬㷉㻼 䃞䱬㠭 㰫䤻㟯䘻 㽀䤻㠭䋴䱬䘻 㪾㟯㠭 㰫䤻㟯 㠭䤻 䘻䱬䚆㠭㱧”

“䝪䋴䚊䧍㡾㱧”

䪝䚊䚊䘻䚆䋴’

䚊䚆

䚊䘻䙚䚊㰫䙚䙚䑊㟯

䱬䘻㪾䃞䚆㲌㪾

㪾䚆㲌䱬㷉㽀㷉㠭䋴㟯

㠭䱬䋴

䚆㧷䚊

䙚䱬䋴䁳䱬䤻

㲌㥥㷉䱬㲌䁳

㲌䦆䚆䋴䚆䘻䱬

䚊䃞䃞䋴

䁳䚊䘻䚆㲌䱬

䤻㭒

䁳㷉䤻㧷

㲌㧷䋴㠭

䱬䋴㠭

䃞䃞䱬䱬䚆㥥

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