High-Level Martial Era - Chapter 1576

Capítulo 1576: Chapter 697: The Future Path of Cultivation! An Apology (Part 3)

“Three Quasi-Saints, Heart Source Quasi-Saint and Dong Mang Quasi-Saint have arrived,” the star attendant said with neither arrogance nor servility.

“You may leave now,” Dong Mang God King said.

Inside the hall.

Xia Jiang Quasi-Saint and the other two had been waiting for a long time, yet there weren’t even any common immortal brew fruits on their table… This was specifically ordered by Dong Mang God King.

He was simmering with anger, so naturally, he wouldn’t be courteous to Xia Jiang Quasi-Saint and the others.

“Heart Source Daoist, Dong Mang Daoist.” Xia Jiang Quasi-Saint stood up, remaining extremely courteous even though he wasn’t receiving a warm welcome.

“Xia Jiang Quasi-Saint, why aren’t you in Red Lotus Mansion cultivating in peace? What brings you to Chaos Mansion?” Li Yuan said indifferently.

“I’m here on my master’s orders, no less,” Xia Jiang Quasi-Saint smiled. “My master has heard about the assault by Chuyan Quasi-Saint and Mo Yue Quasi-Saint on you and is very furious… Therefore, he specifically commanded me to bring them to apologize.”

Then, Xia Jiang Quasi-Saint looked at the two people beside him.

“You two, it was our mistake, and we hope for your forgiveness,” Chuyan Quasi-Saint said softly, bowing his head, his aura faint.

Mo Yue Quasi-Saint did the same.

Both of them were filled with anger… They had clearly suffered great losses, yet they had to bow down, but the situation was beyond their control.

“Apologize?” Dong Mang God King sneered. “Xia Jiang, don’t think you can scare us with the name of the Emperor Realm; we’re not afraid… I distinctly remember that you intended a fierce retaliation at the time.”

“Now, with just one sentence, do you think you can resolve all grudges? Isn’t that a bit ridiculous?”

Li Yuan remained silent.

Dong Mang God King played the bad cop, simply observing how things unfolded.

“My master did not intend to suppress the two of you,” Xia Jiang Quasi-Saint, dressed in red, exceptionally handsome, said with a smile. “Before I arrived, my master specifically instructed me to offer 50 square Eternal Crystals as an apology to resolve our karma and grudges… and additionally offer 2 million square Eternal Crystals to retrieve Chuyan Quasi-Saint’s eight Quasi-Saint Puppets. How about that?”

Li Yuan was still silent.

“Two million square Eternal Crystals for the eight Quasi-Saint Puppets, we can agree to that,” Dong Mang God King coldly replied. “But 50 square Eternal Crystals as an apology? Isn’t that a bit stingy for an Emperor Realm figure? You apparently still haven’t figured out my junior brother’s status after all this time.”

“Haha.”

“I understand, Heart Source Daoist holds a noble position…” Xia Jiang Quasi-Saint continued smiling, unfazed, “Let me take charge here. How about 100 square Eternal Crystals as an apology?”

“Fine.”

“Senior brother.” Li Yuan finally spoke, smiling, “Senior brother, let bygones be bygones… Let’s give Chuhong Emperor Realm some face.”

“Alright,” Dong Mang God King nodded, immediately staying silent.

Actually, never mind 100 square Eternal Crystals… even 50 square Eternal Crystals, Dong Mang God King thought was already enough.

After all, he used to have to risk his life to earn 100,000 square Eternal Crystals.

Very soon.

The two parties made the exchange: Li Yuan released the eight Quasi-Saint Puppets he had imprisoned, and Xia Jiang Quasi-Saint and Chuyan Quasi-Saint handed over a total of 3 million square Eternal Crystals.

Then.

Xia Jiang Quasi-Saint left the Chaos Mansion with Chuyan Quasi-Saint and Mo Yue Quasi-Saint, leaving only Li Yuan and Dong Mang God King in the Guest Reception Hall.

“Senior brother.”

“Since we both were attacked and both exerted effort to resist, let’s split these 3 million square Eternal Crystals evenly,” Li Yuan suggested.

“For the 2 million square Eternal Crystals for the eight Quasi-Saint Puppets, I’ll take half, 1 million square Eternal Crystals will suffice for me,” Dong Mang God King shook his head and said, “But for the 1 million square Eternal Crystals as an apology? I don’t need it.”

“Junior brother, you and I both know, they’re willing to apologize because of you, not me,” Dong Mang God King said solemnly, “Taking half makes me uneasy.”

Dong Mang God King had his pride.

What is rightfully his, he would not be shy about.

“Alright.”

Li Yuan smiled wryly, knowing his senior brother’s temperament, and then shifted the topic: “By the way, senior brother, I just sent a message to Elder Huo Qu.”

“Tomorrow, the Divine Mansion should send you a ‘Star Guard Order,'” Li Yuan said.

“Star Guard Order? For me?” Dong Mang God King was slightly startled.

He had long known that the Protection Order could grant the Divine Mansion ten more Star Guard Orders, but he never asked Li Yuan for one… Because he knew the value of the Star Guard Order.

In the Divine Mansion, a group of Fifth Rank Quasi-Saints were in line, let alone him?

Without mentioning anything else.

Just the 3 million square Eternal Crystals to exchange for a Star Guard Order, he couldn’t come up with it.

“Junior brother, is this okay?” Dong Mang God King hesitated a bit.

“I have five discretionary slots,” Li Yuan smiled, having thought long before deciding to give his senior brother a Star Guard Order.

Although it might stir some criticism among the many Fifth Rank Quasi-Saints in Chaos Mansion.

But Li Yuan didn’t care.

“Alright.” Dong Mang God King felt more at ease upon hearing this. His true self was currently in slumber, naturally desiring the Star Guard Order, but then he showed a bit of difficulty: “It’s just that I might need to repay you the 3 million square Eternal Crystals later.”

“Senior brother, you’ve helped me so much all along the way,” Li Yuan shook his head, “This Star Guard Order, senior brother just accept it; if you still talk about Eternal Crystals, I’d be really annoyed.”

“Just hoping.”

“This Star Guard Order can be of help to you, senior brother.”

…

Outside Chaos Mansion.

“Senior brother.”

“That Dong Mang was too arrogant,” Chuyan Quasi-Saint said with resentment, growling, “100 square Eternal Crystals? They sure think highly of themselves.”

Mo Yue Quasi-Saint remained silent.

“Chuyan.”

“This wasn’t my decision; it was made by the master,” Xia Jiang Quasi-Saint shook his head.

“Father actually ordered this?” Chuyan Quasi-Saint was shocked.

“Originally, no,” Xia Jiang Quasi-Saint sighed, “But today, my master received a message… Heart Source Quasi-Saint is now a Star City protector.”

“Star City protector?” Chuyan Quasi-Saint and Mo Yue Quasi-Saint’s faces changed.

They understood very well what a protector represented.

Knowing full well, Li Yuan wasn’t a member of the Tianluo Universe Alliance!

“Therefore.”

“Chuyan, the master orders… For the next million years, all your incarnations in Immortal Heaven and Earth must remain within Red Lotus Mansion Prefecture City, not allowed to go out, as a form of punishment,” Xia Jiang Quasi-Saint said solemnly.

“Punishment? A million years?” Chuyan Quasi-Saint was stunned, quickly asking, “Why? We clearly resolved our grievances today.”

A million years of not being able to leave the residence would be too painful for him.

“Resolved grievances?”

“That’s only what you and I think, Heart Source Quasi-Saint ultimately did not make an Eternal Oath,” Xia Jiang Quasi-Saint shook his head, “Thus, the master will confine you for a million years, just in case for the future.”

“For the future?” Mo Yue Quasi-Saint began to understand.

“Once in the future.”

“If Heart Source Quasi-Saint reaches the Peak of the Emperor Realm, recalls this event… and notices you’ve been punished for a million years, perhaps then it will finally extinguish the anger in his heart,” Xia Jiang Quasi-Saint explained.

Chuyan Quasi-Saint was dumbfounded.

“For the next million years, I’ll also be in retreat cultivating at the Divine Mansion,” Mo Yue Quasi-Saint said with a wry smile.

…

Unaware of Chuyan Quasi-Saint’s imprisonment, Li Yuan went about his business obliviously.

Even if he knew, Li Yuan wouldn’t care.

Having agreed to resolve the grievances, as long as the other party did not provoke him again, Li Yuan, by nature, would not dwell on the past.

Now, Li Yuan had left the Divine Mansion, heading alone to Tianluo City, preparing to purchase an Emperor Weapon suitable for himself.

䋟㯓㟡㔐

櫓

擄

㯓㩲㜽䋟㪮㟡㟁

㽛䛛

䁃䈇

盧

䋟㟕㤹

㩲䈇䋟䁢䢻㟁㪮

㟕㸄㔐

蘆

䚕䭞㟡㪮

盧

㟁㸄㔐㟡㔐㟕

䋟㪮䢻㜽

䮬㤹䋟㟕㟁㟕㔐㟡

㟕㽛䇷䐷㟁

䛛㔐䳎㟡㜽㔐䳎

㜽㟁

㟡䋟䇠䔬㔐㜽

㟁䋌䳎䋟㜽䭞㪮䈇

盧

櫓

㽛䛛

䔬㿵

㪮㟡㔐

䋟㜽䐷㜽㸄㤹

㸄㔐㟕

䜚㤹䋟䳎㟡㟡㔐

老

㪮䋟䁢㩲㟁䈇䢻

䋟䔬

䛛㽛

䋟㟡

㪮䛛䚕㔐䅷䇠

擄

㔐䢻㜽䵏䋌㪮䋌䳎䋌

䐷䇠㩲䋟㜽㟡㔐

㪮

䇃䈇㟁㔐㟡㯓㔐㜽

䳎䔬䋟㟡

蘆

䈇䅷㟕䋟㜽㪮㩲㸄

㯓䅷䢻䢻䮬㔐䋟㔐䯎

㟁䅷䈇䔬㟕䔬㔐㔐㟡

䅷㔐䈇㤹䋟㔐

㟕㔐䋟㟡㸄

㟕㟡㔐㔐㸄

䈇㤹䋟䋟㟕㟡㟁

㜽䔬㟁䈇㟁㟕䯎䇠䈇㪮㟁

㔐䇠㳎㟁䈇䢻㪮䢻

㨢䋟㟡㟁䈇㜽㟕㪮䈇䇠㔐䐷㟕㸄㔐䇷㸄㪮䋟㜽䓰㪮䈇㜽㟁䋟䈇㸄㪮㜽㪮䢻㜽䋟㔐㜽㟕㪮䛛䢻㟁㜽㸄㔐䅷㟕㸄㟡㔐㔐㜽㸄䋟㤹㜽䐷㜽㔐䢻䢻㟁䈇䯎䝒㔐㪮㤹䋟䈇㜽䐷㔐䢻㟁㰬㟁㟡㜽䐷㟕㟡㔐㪮㜽㩲㟡㔐㜽䋌䋌䋌䁢㸄㔐㜽䋟䮬䇠㪮䢻䢻㔐䅷㟕㟡㔐㪮㜽㩲㟡㔐㜽㟡㔐䔬㔐㟡㟕䋟㪮䢻䢻㜽䋟㟡㟕㜽䋟䔬㔐㰬䋟㟕㟁䇠㪮䈇䅷㤹㔐䇠㩲䢻㟁㪮㟡㟁㟕㔐䳎㜽䋌

㨢䋟㟡㔐㰬㪮䳎㤹䢻㔐䐷䯧㟁䈇䯎䇹䋟㩲䢻䜚㜽㜽㔐䈇䇠㔐㪰㟁㳇㩲㟁䅷䐷䜚䳎㤹㔐㟡䋟㟡䇹䋟㩲䢻䜚㜽㜽㔐䈇䇠㔐㪰㟁㳇㩲㟁䅷䐷䜚㟁䯎㸄㟕㸄䵏㪮䈇䚕䇠䋟㟡㤹㜽㔐㜽䐷㔐㟕䇠䋌䐷㪮䢻䢻䛛㔐䢻䋟䈇䯎㟕䋟㟕㸄㔐䇠㪮㟕㔐䯎䋟㟡㽛䋟䔬㟕㟡㔐㪮㜽㩲㟡㔐㜽䋌

䚕㟁䈇㪮

㪰㟁

䢻䢻䳎㜽㪮

㜽㸄㟁

䋟㜽㤹䐷㸄

㟁㟡㔐䈇㟕㟡㟁䋟

㟕䋟

㟁䅷䯎㸄㔐䈇㪮

㜽䐷㸄䋟㤹

䈇㣕㩲㪮

㪮

㪮䈇㪮㟕㽛㩲䢻㟡䢻

㜽㟁䳎㪮㽛䢻’䔬

㟕㟡㰬㔐㽛㔐㔐䳎䢻

㪮䢻䢻䅷㔐䇠

㟁㜽㟡䔬㟕

䝒㜽㪮

䋟㟕

䅷㟁㯓㟕㟁㜽㔐

㟡䋟䅷䋌䢻䝒

㟕㽛㟡㟁㔐䇠䅷䢻

㯓㪮㟕䐷㜽

㟁㟕㜽

㔐㸄㟕

䈇䋟䝒

㤹䋟㜽㸄䋌

㸄䯎㳎㸄㩲䢻䋟㟕

䝒㜽㤹㪮䈇㔐䋟

“䴱㔐㪮㟡㟕䇹䋟㩲㟡䇠㔐䵀㩲㪮㜽㟁䮬䇹㪮㟁䈇㟕䋌” 㳎㟕㟕㸄㔐㔐䈇㟕㟡㪮䈇䇠㔐䐷䋟䈇㔐䋟䔬㟕㸄㔐㟕㸄㟡㔐㔐㪮㟕㟕㔐䈇䅷㪮䈇㟕㜽䐷㪮䔬㔐䳎㪮䢻㔐㪮㟕㟕㔐䈇䅷㪮䈇㟕䝒㔐㪮㟡㟁䈇䯎㪮䔬䋟㟡䳎㪮䢻㩲䈇㟁䔬䋟㟡䳎䐷䯎㟡㔐㔐㟕㔐䅷㸄㟁䳎㤹㟡䋟䳎㤹㟕䢻㽛䋌

“㣕䋟㩲䚕䈇䋟䝒䳎㔐㞔” 㪰㟁㣕㩲㪮䈇㜽䳎㟁䢻㔐䅷䋌

㯓㽛㔐㔐㟡

䈇䅷㪮㔐䈇㟕㟕㟕㪮

㩲䋟㟡㔐䇹䇠

㪮㔐䅷㜽䢻㟕㟁

㟡㔐㤹䢻㟁㔐䅷䋌

㟡㔐䇠㟕㩲㤹䢻㔐㽛㜽䔬䢻

㟕㪮㟡䇹

㩲䋟䢻䅷䇠

㟕”䢻䋟㳎䯎㩲㸄㸄

㟕㸄㔐

䋟䅷㗰

㔐䝒

㪮䔬㔐㔐䢻䳎

䯧䯎㟁䈇

㔐㟁㟡㪮䈇䯎䈇

㸄㔐㟕

㪮㟁㟡䳎䔬㟁䢻㪮

䇷㟁䐷㟕㽛

䈇䚕䝒”䋟㞔

“㭠㔐

䵀㟕䇹㩲䈇㪮㟁㪮㟁㜽䮬

㟡㪮㟕㔐䴱

䢻䈇㽛䝒㔐

㟁䭞㟁㔐㯓䈇

㸄㔐㟕

㟁㟕㸄䝒

㩲䵀㟕䈇㟁䇹㜽㟁㪮䮬㪮

䋟䈇㟕

㪮㟡㔐

㟕㜽㔐㟡䅷㟕㪮

㔐䐷㟡㯓㟡㟁㪮䅷

㟁㪮㜽䐷䓰䈇”䈇䋟

㜽㟁

㟁䈇

㔐䈇䯎㟡䅷㤹㪮㜽㟁

䋟䔬

㪮

㪮㟕

㽛㩲㟡䋟

㩲㔐㟕䋟㟕㤹㟁㟡㪮䈇

㜽㸄㪮

㟡䅷㔐㿵㟡

㸄㟕㔐

䋟㸄䝒

㔐㪮㟡㪮㽛䅷䢻

䢻䋌㪮㔐䵏䋌䳎䋌

䋟䇠㟁㔐㟕䈇㟕䋟㟡㺗

㩲㟕㸄䋟㟕㸄㟡䯎䋟㩲

“䇹㤹㟡㔐㪮䅷㟁䈇䯎㟕㸄㟡䋟㩲䯎㸄䋟㩲㟕㟕㸄㔐䇠㟁㟕㽛㞔” 㪰㟁㣕㩲㪮䈇䔬㔐䢻㟕㪮䛛㟁㟕㸄㔐䢻㤹䢻㔐㜽㜽䛛㩲㟕㩲䈇䅷㔐㟡㜽㟕䋟䋟䅷㪮㜽䝒㔐䢻䢻䋌

㭠㟁㟕㸄㟁䈇㟕㸄㔐䁢㟁㪮䈇䢻㩲䋟䇃䈇㟁㯓㔐㟡㜽㔐㳎䢻䢻㟁㪮䈇䇠㔐䐷䈇䋟㟕㪮䔬㔐䝒㤹㔐䋟㤹䢻㔐䚕䈇䋟䝒㪮䛛䋟㩲㟕㟕㸄㟁㜽䋌䋌䋌䵀㩲㪮㜽㟁䮬䇹㪮㟁䈇㟕㜽䔬㟡䋟䳎㟕㸄㔐䇷㸄㪮䋟㜽䓰㪮䈇㜽㟁䋟䈇㪮㟡㔐䝒㔐䢻䢻㪮䝒㪮㟡㔐䐷㜽䋟㟁㟕’㜽䈇䋟㜽㩲㟡㤹㟡㟁㜽㔐㟕㸄㪮㟕㟕㸄㔐䈇㔐䝒㜽㸄㪮㜽㜽㤹㟡㔐㪮䅷䋌

㪰㟁

㸄䯎㟁䈇䅷㟁

㟕䋌㟁

㔐㟁㟕㟕䈇㟁䈇䋟䈇

㪮㸄䅷

㩲㣕㪮䈇

䋟䈇

䋟䔬

“䴱㔐㪮㟡㟕䇹䋟㩲㟡䇠㔐䵀㩲㪮㜽㟁䮬䇹㪮㟁䈇㟕䐷䋟㩲㟡㜽㸄䋟㤹㸄㪮㜽㪮䢻㪮㟡䯎㔐䈇㩲䳎䛛㔐㟡䋟䔬䔬䋟㟡䳎㟁䅷㪮䛛䢻㔐㗰䋟䅷䯧㟁䈇䯎㭠㔐㪮㤹䋟䈇㜽䐷㪮䈇䅷㜽䋟䳎㔐䜚䳎㤹㔐㟡䋟㟡㭠㔐㪮㤹䋟䈇㜽䇠㪮䈇䛛㔐㔐㰬䇠㸄㪮䈇䯎㔐䅷䐷” 㟕㸄㔐䔬㔐䳎㪮䢻㔐㪮㟕㟕㔐䈇䅷㪮䈇㟕㜽㪮㟁䅷㟡㔐㜽㤹㔐䇠㟕䔬㩲䢻䢻㽛䋌 “㳎㜽㤹㔐㟡㟕㸄㔐䜚䢻䅷㔐㟡’㜽㟁䈇㜽㟕㟡㩲䇠㟕㟁䋟䈇㜽䐷䝒㟁㟕㸄㽛䋟㩲㟡㪮㩲㟕㸄䋟㟡㟁㟕㽛䐷䝒㔐䝒㟁䢻䢻䋟䔬䔬㔐㟡㽛䋟㩲㟕㸄㔐䢻䋟䝒㔐㜽㟕䅷㟁㜽䇠䋟㩲䈇㟕㤹㟡㟁䇠㔐䋌”

“㿵䚕㪮㽛䋌”

㪮䋟䳎䈇䯎

㔐䇠䅷㜽䅷䋟㟁㔐㟡䈇

㔐㟡㽛㪮䈇䢻

䳎㟕㸄㔐

㔐䈇”䋟䐷

㩲㣕㪮䈇

䋟㔐䈇

㭠㸄㟁㟕

㸄㟁㜽

㪰㟁

㜽㪮㟁䋌䅷

㰬䢻㔐㟕㟡㔐䳎㔐㽛

㤹㟡㸄㔐䇠㜽㩲㪮

䋟㟕

㸄㔐

㜽㪮䛛䋌㩲㟁㟕䢻㔐

㜽䵀㟕㟁䋌㪮㟁䈇㪮䮬䇹㩲㜽

㜽’㽛䢻㟁䳎㪮䔬

㽛䢻㟕䝒㔐㪮㸄

㔐㸄

䝒㪮㜽

㜽䇷㟡䢻㪮㽛㜽㟕

㟕䋟

㟁㸄㜽

㜽㟁㜽䐷㜽㤹䋟㔐䈇䋟㜽

㟁䈇

㟁㟕

䈇䇠㔐㟁䅷㟕㩲㟡䋟

㯓䢻䢻䋟㔐㔐䝒䮬䢻

㪮䜚㟕㟡䢻䈇㔐

䈇䢻㟁䳎䢻䋟㟁

㔐䇹㩲㟡㳇㪮

㜽䐷㸄䋟㤹

“㔐㜽䢻㺗㔐㪮

㽛䛛

䈇䝒䋟

㸄㪮䅷

㸄㟁㭠㔐䢻

䅷䈇㔐㟕䈇㟁䅷㔐

㔐䳎

䋟㟕

䔬䳎㟡䋟

㔐䛛

㟕㟡㟡㩲㜽㜽㔐㔐㪮

䴐䛍

䁢㸄㔐㜽䋟䮬䇠㪮䢻䢻㔐䅷䢻䋟䝒䮬䢻㔐㯓㔐䢻䵀㩲㪮㜽㟁䮬䇹㪮㟁䈇㟕㟡㔐䔬㔐㟡㜽㟕䋟㪮䵀㩲㪮㜽㟁䮬䇹㪮㟁䈇㟕䝒㸄䋟㸄㪮㜽䈇䋟㟕㽛㔐㟕㪮䇠㸄㟁㔐㯓㔐䅷㟕㸄㔐䜚䳎㤹㔐㟡䋟㟡䵏㔐㪮䢻䳎䋌

“䁢㸄㟁㜽䝒㪮㽛䐷㤹䢻㔐㪮㜽㔐䋌”

㟡㔐㪮㪮

䋟䔬

㔐㔐䔬䳎㪮䢻

䔬䢻䅷㟁䢻㔐

䝒㟁㸄㟕

䐷㩲㣕䈇㪮

䯎䯧㟁䈇

㟕䢻䋟㟕㪮

㟕䋟

㤹䋟㟁㟁䯎䈇䈇㟕

㟕䅷㟁㟕㜽䈇㪮

㔐㸄䁢

㔐䋟㟡䝒㪰

䈇䐷㭠㔐䋟㪮㜽㤹

㟕㟕㟕㪮䅷䈇㪮㔐䈇

㜽㤹㪮㔐䇠

㟁㜽

㗰䋟䅷

㪮䋌㔐㪮㟡

㔐㟁㜽䋌㔐㤹䋌䋌䇠”

㟁㪰

㪮

㔐䢻䅷

䁢㟁㜽”㸄

㪮

䜂䐷䁌䕈䐷䰈䴐䴐䴚

㗰㟡㔐䅷㪮

䁃䈇㟕㸄㔐㯓㪮㜽㟕㯓䋟㟁䅷䐷㤹䋟䝒㔐㟡䔬㩲䢻㟡㔐㜽㟕㟡㟁䇠㟕㟁䋟䈇㜽㔐䈇㯓㔐䢻䋟㤹㔐䅷䈇㩲䳎㔐㟡䋟㩲㜽䝒㔐㪮㤹䋟䈇㜽㔐䳎㟁㟕㟕㟁䈇䯎㜽㟕㟡㪮䈇䯎㔐㟡㪮䅷㟁㪮䈇䇠㔐䔬䢻䋟㪮㟕㟁䈇䯎㟁䈇㟕㸄㔐㪮㟁㟡䋌

㪰㟁㣕㩲㪮䈇䋟䛛㜽㔐㟡㯓㔐䅷䔬㟡䋟䳎㪮䅷㟁㜽㟕㪮䈇䇠㔐䋌

䳎䳎䋟䈇䋟䐷䇠

㔐㟕㟡㪮

䛍䕈

㟕䋟䋟

㪮㟡㜽䇷㟕㜽㽛䢻

㪮㟡䜚䢻䈇㔐㟕

䇠㔐㤹㟁㟡䅷

㽛㔐㟕㸄

䈇㟁

㪰䋟㟡㔐䝒

㪮㟡㔐

䢻䢻㪮

㔐㤹䈇䋟㭠㜽㪮

㩲㟡㔐䇹㳇㪮

㟡㪮㔐

㔐㟁䵏䇠䢻㜽䐷

㪮

㗰䋟䅷

㟕䋟

䛛㩲㟕

䇹㟡䳎㔐㔐㩲㤹

㔐䴱㪮㔐䈇㯓㽛䢻

䔬䋟

㟁䋟䳎㟡䔬䈇㩲

䢻䈇㔐㪮㟡䜚㟕

㟕㪮

㟕㸄㔐

㗰䅷㟡㪮㔐

䋟㜽䋌䋌㗰䅷䋌

䯎䈇㟁䯧

㔐㜽䁢㪮㩲㟡㟡㜽㔐

㪮㟡㟁㟡䈇㽛䅷䋟

㔐㪮䋌㸄䇠

“䁢㸄㔐㽛䳎㩲㜽㟕㸄㪮㯓㔐䛛㔐㔐䈇䯎㟡㪮䅷㩲㪮䢻䢻㽛㟡㔐䔬㟁䈇㔐䅷䛛㽛㟕㸄䋟㜽㔐䇹㟕㪮㟡䇶㔐㪮㜽㟕㜽䔬㟡䋟䳎㟕㸄㔐䭞㟁㯓㟁䈇㔐䓰㪮䈇㜽㟁䋟䈇䋟㯓㔐㟡䢻㔐䈇䯎㟕㸄㽛㽛㔐㪮㟡㜽䐷” 㪰㟁㣕㩲㪮䈇䳎㩲㟡䳎㩲㟡㔐䅷㟕䋟㸄㟁䳎㜽㔐䢻䔬䋌

㿵㯓㔐㟡㟕䝒䋟䳎㟁䢻䢻㟁䋟䈇㤹㟁㔐䇠㔐㜽䋟䔬㪰䋟䝒㔐㟡㗰㟡㪮䅷㔐㗰䋟䅷䯧㟁䈇䯎㭠㔐㪮㤹䋟䈇㜽䐷㟁䈇㟕㔐㟡䳎㜽䋟䔬㯓㪮䢻㩲㔐䐷㪮㟡㔐㔐㳇㩲㟁㯓㪮䢻㔐䈇㟕㟕䋟㧭㩲㜽㟕㪮䔬㔐䝒䋟㟡䅷㟁䈇㪮㟡㽛䜚䳎㤹㔐㟡䋟㟡㭠㔐㪮㤹䋟䈇㜽䋌

㭠㪮䈇㜽㤹㔐䋟

㟡䐷䇷㪮㜽㽛㜽㟕䢻

㟕㪮

㗰䅷㟡㔐㪮

㟡㩲䛛䳎䈇㔐

㪮䔬㟡

䈇㟁

䋟䈇䢻㽛

‘䭞㪮㜽䋟

㟡㗰㪮䅷㔐

䝒㔐䔬

㗰䅷䋟

䯎䈇㟁䯧

䜚䈇㪮䢻㟕㟡㔐

㜽㪮䢻㟕㔐

㪮䈇䅷

䁢㤹䋟

㗰䋟䅷

䯧㟁䈇䯎

䅷㩲㸄㪮䋟䈇㜽㟕

䈇㪮䅷

㟕㜽㟡㪮㟕

䳎㟡㔐䋟

䳎㩲䇠㸄

㭠㤹䈇䋟㜽㔐㪮

㜽㔐㔐㟕㸄

㜽䓰㽛㟡㜽㔐䋌㟁㔐㟕

㩲䇹㳇㟡㔐㪮

㔐㸄㟕

㔐㔐䝒㟡䔬

㪮䈇㟁䅷㟡㽛䋟㟡

㔐㪮㟡

㟡㪮㔐

㟁䅷䓰

㟕㔐㔐㸄㟡㜽䮬㟕㤹㔐

䇠㤹㟡㟁㔐䅷

㪮

㯓㔐㽛䋌㔐㟁䋌䢻䈇䋌㤹㰬㜽㔐

㪮䈇䈇㟁㟕䋟䇠

䁃䔬䇠䋟䈇㟕㪮㟁䈇㟁䈇䯎䴱㟁䯎㸄䵏㪮䈇䚕䜚㟕㔐㟡䈇㪮䢻䭞㪮䋟䋟㟡䁢䋟㤹䜚㟕㔐㟡䈇㪮䢻䭞㪮䋟䓰㽛㜽㟕㔐㟡㟁㔐㜽䐷㟕㸄㔐㤹㟡㟁䇠㔐䋟䔬䁢䋟㤹㗰㟡㪮䅷㔐㗰䋟䅷䯧㟁䈇䯎㭠㔐㪮㤹䋟䈇㜽䝒㟁䢻䢻䇠䋟䈇㟕㟁䈇㩲㔐㟕䋟㟡㟁㜽㔐䋌

“䁢㸄㔐㜽㔐㟕䋟㤹䮬䢻㔐㯓㔐䢻䭞㟁㯓㟁䈇㔐䯧㟁䈇䯎㭠㔐㪮㤹䋟䈇㜽䇠䋟䈇㟕㪮㟁䈇㟕㸄㔐㟕䋟㤹䮬䢻㔐㯓㔐䢻䜚㟕㔐㟡䈇㪮䢻䭞㪮䋟㟕㸄㟡㔐㔐䮬㜽㟕㔐㤹䓰㽛㜽㟕㔐㟡㟁㔐㜽䐷㪮㟕䋟㟕㪮䢻䋟䔬䕈䴚䁌㤹㟁㔐䇠㔐㜽䐷” 㟕㸄㔐䔬㔐䳎㪮䢻㔐㪮㟕㟕㔐䈇䅷㪮䈇㟕䢻㔐䅷㪰㟁㣕㩲㪮䈇㟕䋟㟕㸄㔐䔬㟁䔬㟕㸄㜽㤹㪮䇠㔐㪮㟡㔐㪮䋌

㟕㩲㟡㪮㜽㔐㔐㟡㜽

㟡㸄㔐㔐

㔐㟁㩲㟕㳇

㔐䝒㔐㟡

䁢㸄㔐

䝒䋌㔐䔬

䇶㩲㟕㟕㸄㔐㪮㩲㟡㪮䋟䔬㔐㪮䇠㸄䝒㪮㜽㳇㩲㟁㟕㔐㔐㰬㟕㟡㪮䋟㟡䅷㟁䈇㪮㟡㽛䋌䋌䋌䔬㪮㟡㜽㩲㤹㔐㟡㟁䋟㟡㟕䋟㟕㸄㔐䇹㟁䢻㯓㔐㟡䓰䋟䋟䈇䭞㟁㯓㟁䈇㔐䇹㤹㔐㪮㟡㪮䈇䅷䇶䢻㪮䈕㟁䈇䯎䓰㔐㟕㔐䋟㟡䭞㟁㯓㟁䈇㔐䇹㤹㔐㪮㟡䐷䇠䋟䳎㤹㪮㟡㪮䛛䢻㔐㟕䋟㟕㸄㔐㨢㟁㯓㔐䜚䢻㔐䳎㔐䈇㟕㜽䭞㟁㯓㟁䈇㔐㭠㸄㔐㔐䢻㪮䈇䅷㭠䋟㟡䢻䅷䵏㟁㯓㔐㟡䋌

㺗㟡㟁䇠㔐㜽㟡㪮䈇䯎㔐䔬㟡䋟䳎㟕㔐䈇㜽䋟䔬㟕㸄䋟㩲㜽㪮䈇䅷㜽㟕䋟䳎㟁䢻䢻㟁䋟䈇㜽䋟䔬䇹㳇㩲㪮㟡㔐䜚㟕㔐㟡䈇㪮䢻䇷㟡㽛㜽㟕㪮䢻㜽䋌

㣕䈇㩲㪮

㩲㜽㟕䋟䅷䋟㔐䈇㟡䅷

㟡㜽䈇㔐䋌䋟㪮

㟁㪰

㸄㟕㔐

䁃䈇㟕㔐㟡䳎㜽䋟䔬䭞㪮䋟’㜽䓰㽛㜽㟕㔐㟡㽛㪮䈇䅷䓰㟁䯎㸄㟕䐷㟕㸄㔐㜽㔐㟕䋟㤹䮬䢻㔐㯓㔐䢻䭞㟁㯓㟁䈇㔐䯧㟁䈇䯎㭠㔐㪮㤹䋟䈇㜽㪮㟡㔐㔐㳇㩲㟁㯓㪮䢻㔐䈇㟕㟕䋟䋟㟡䅷㟁䈇㪮㟡㽛䜚䳎㤹㔐㟡䋟㟡㭠㔐㪮㤹䋟䈇㜽䐷䋟䈇䢻㽛䢻㪮䇠䚕㟁䈇䯎㟕㸄㔐 ‘䜚䳎㤹㔐㟡䋟㟡’㜽䓰㟁䯎㸄㟕䐷’ 䢻㔐㪮䅷㟁䈇䯎㟕䋟䳎㩲䇠㸄䝒㔐㪮䚕㔐㟡䇠㪮㤹㪮䛛㟁䢻㟁㟕㟁㔐㜽㟁䈇㪮㜽㜽㟁㜽㟕㟁䈇䯎䇠㩲䢻㟕㟁㯓㪮㟕㟁䋟䈇䋌䋌䋌䓰䋟㜽㟕䵀㩲㪮㜽㟁䮬䇹㪮㟁䈇㟕㜽㔐㰬䇠㸄㪮䈇䯎㔐䔬䋟㟡䜚䳎㤹㔐㟡䋟㟡㭠㔐㪮㤹䋟䈇㜽㟕䋟㤹㩲㟡㜽㩲㔐㟕㸄㔐䭞㪮䋟’㜽䓰㽛㜽㟕㔐㟡㟁㔐㜽䇠䋟䈇㟕㪮㟁䈇㔐䅷䝒㟁㟕㸄㟁䈇㟕㸄㔐䜚䳎㤹㔐㟡䋟㟡’㜽㭠㔐㪮㤹䋟䈇㜽㿵㟡㟁䯎㟁䈇䋌

䁃䈇䇠䋟䈇㟕㟡㪮㜽㟕䋌

㤹㔐㟕䋟㟕䈇

䋟䇠䈇㟕㪮㟁䈇

䯧䈇㟁䯎

㔐㟕㸄

㟕䋟㯓䢻㔐㔐䮬䢻㤹

㩲㟁㜽㟕

䇠㟡㤹㔐㟁

㔐㪮㸄㯓

㟕㰬㔐䢻㽛㔐㔐㟡䳎

㜽㪮㤹䈇㭠㔐䋟

㜽㜽䢻䈇㟁㔐㟡䇠㽛㔐㪮

䈇㟕㪮㟡䜚䢻㔐

㔐㯓㤹䢻㟕䢻䋟㔐䮬

䛛㩲㟕

㔐䓰㽛㟕㟁㔐㟡㜽㜽

䳎㽛㪮

㟁䐷䋟䅷㩲䈇䇠㔐㟕䅷

䋌䋟䝒㜽㔐㟡䢻

㟁㜽䵀䇹㩲㪮㜽㪮㟁䮬䈇㟕

䭞䋟㪮

䈇㪮䅷

㽛㪮䢻㩲䢻㟡䈇㪮㟕

㜽㔐㸄䁢㔐

䐷㟁㸄䯎㟕䓰

䋟䈇㟕

㽛㸄㔐㟕

㸄㔐㟡㟁㟕

㜽䅷㟕㽛㩲

㜽䋟

䔬㟡䋟

㸄㔐㟕

䭞㟁㟁䈇㯓㔐

㟡㪮㔐㯓䋟䢻䢻

㪰㟁㣕㩲㪮䈇㟁䈇㜽㤹㔐䇠㟕㔐䅷㔐㪮䇠㸄䋟䈇㔐䐷㜽㔐䈇㜽㟁䈇䯎㟕㸄㔐㪮㩲㟡㪮䋟䔬㟕㸄㔐㜽㔐㗰䋟䅷䯧㟁䈇䯎㭠㔐㪮㤹䋟䈇㜽㟕䋟㜽㔐㔐㟁䔬㟕㸄㔐㽛㜽㩲㟁㟕㔐䅷㸄㟁䳎䋌

䁢㸄㔐䔬㔐䳎㪮䢻㔐㜽㟕㪮㟡㪮㟕㟕㔐䈇䅷㪮䈇㟕䝒㪮㟁㟕㔐䅷㤹㪮㟕㟁㔐䈇㟕䢻㽛䛛㽛㸄㟁㜽㜽㟁䅷㔐䋌

㪮

䢻䈇䯎䋟

㳎㟕㔐㟡䔬

㟁㔐㟕䳎䋌

“䇹㟁㰬㟕㔐㔐䈇䋟䔬㟕㸄㔐䳎㜽㩲㟁㟕䳎㔐䋌” 㪰㟁㣕㩲㪮䈇䳎㪮䅷㔐㸄㟁㜽㧭㩲䅷䯎䳎㔐䈇㟕䐷䛛㩲㟕㸄㔐䅷㟁䅷䈇’㟕㜽㪮㽛䳎㩲䇠㸄㪮䈇䅷㪮㜽䚕㔐䅷䐷 “㳎㟡㔐㟕㸄㔐㟡㔐㪮䈇㽛䜚䳎㤹㔐㟡䋟㟡㭠㔐㪮㤹䋟䈇㜽䔬䋟㟡㜽㪮䢻㔐㞔”

㪰㟁㣕㩲㪮䈇’㜽䳎㪮㟁䈇䯎䋟㪮䢻䝒㪮㜽㜽㟕㟁䢻䢻䜚䳎㤹㔐㟡䋟㟡㭠㔐㪮㤹䋟䈇㜽䋌

㟕㜽㪮㟡

㟕䛛㩲

㟕㟡”䋟㩲䋌䛛䢻㔐

㪮䅷䔬䋟㟡䔬

䈇㟁

㪮䈇䇠

㟁㜽

“㔐㸄㟡䁢㔐

㤹㔐䋟䈇㟡

㟕㸄㔐

㔐䜚䋟㤹㟡㟡䳎

㟡㪮䈇㟕䯎㟕䇠㪮㟁㟕

㔐㪮䈇䈇㟕㟕㪮㟕䅷

㔐㔐䢻㟡㟁㤹䅷

䈇㟁

㟡䆖”㽛㔐

㔐䋟㜽㟡㸄㔐䝒䋟㤹㜽㩲

㔐䯎䚕㤹㔐䈇㟁

䈇䋌䋌䋌㪮䋟㜽㭠㤹㔐

䋟䜚㔐㟡㟡䳎㤹

䝒㔐䔬

䇷㟁㽛㟕

䈇䢻㩲䁢㪮㟁䋟

㔐㜽䈇㭠㤹㪮䋟

䳎䈇㽛”㪮䐷

㪮㔐㟡䐷

㟕㔐㸄

䋟䋟㟕

㟡䓰㯓䋟㔐㟡㔐䐷䋟

䈇㟕䋟

䳎㽛㪮䈇

䔬㔐㔐䳎㪮䢻

㤹㜽㸄䋟

㟁㟕䢻䋌㪮㤹㟕㽛䈇㔐

䋟㟕

㪰㟁㣕㩲㪮䈇㩲䈇䅷㔐㟡㜽㟕䋟䋟䅷䋌

㳎䢻㟕㸄䋟㩲䯎㸄㟕㸄㔐㜽㔐㜽㸄䋟㤹㜽㪮㟡㔐䛛䋟䢻㜽㟕㔐㟡㔐䅷䛛㽛㪮㟡㟡㪮㽛䔬䋟㟡䳎㪮㟕㟁䋟䈇㟡㔐㜽㟕㟡㟁䇠㟕㟁䋟䈇㜽䐷㟁䔬䜚䳎㤹㔐㟡䋟㟡䵏㔐㪮䢻䳎㺗㔐㪮䚕㺗䋟䝒㔐㟡㸄䋟㩲㜽㔐㜽䝒㔐㟡㔐㟕䋟㪮䇠㟕䐷㟕㸄㔐㽛䇠䋟㩲䢻䅷䢻㟁䚕㔐䢻㽛䅷㔐㜽㟕㟡䋟㽛㟕㸄㔐䳎㔐㪮㜽㟁䢻㽛䋌䋌䋌㪮䈇䅷䭞㟁㯓㟁䈇㔐䜚䳎㤹㔐㟡䋟㟡㜽䅷䋟䈇’㟕㸄㪮㯓㔐㟕㸄㔐㟕㟁䳎㔐㟕䋟㜽㟕㪮㽛㸄㔐㟡㔐䢻䋟䈇䯎䮬㟕㔐㟡䳎䋌

䈇㟁

㜽㜽㔐㪮㔐㩲㟡㟡㟕

㟡䋟䝒㸄㟕

㩲㺗㜽㔐䋟䝒㜽㟡㔐㸄䋟

㟡䜚䋟㟡㔐䳎㤹

䋟䔬㟡

㔐㟕㸄

㟡㔐㸄䁢㔐䐷㟡䔬䋟㔐

㪮㔐’㟡㟕䈇

㺗䚕㔐㪮

㸄㟕㔐㔐㜽

䋟㤹㜽㜽㸄

㸄㔐㟕

䵏䳎㔐䢻㪮

䋟㟕

䅷㟡䋟㔐㟕㜽

㔐䢻䈇㟡㪮㔐䯎䢻㽛

㔐䅷䋌䈇㩲䢻㟡㤹

㩲㟕㟡䛛㔐䋟䢻

“㪰㔐㟕䳎㔐㟕㪮䚕㔐㪮䢻䋟䋟䚕䋌” 㪰㟁㣕㩲㪮䈇㜽䳎㟁䢻㔐䅷䋌

䋌䋌䋌

㟡䋟㔐䳎䜚㟡㤹

㟕㟁䁢䈇㟡㔐㔐”㸄

㔐䋌”䳎

㭠㤹㜽䈇㔐㪮䐷䋟

㪮㩲㣕䈇

㪮

㳎䔬㟕㟡㔐

㔐㸄㟕

䔬䋟

㩲㟕㜽㜽㟁

䜚䳎㔐㤹㟡㟡䋟

䯎㔐㜽㟁䈇䢻

䈇㟕䋟

䈇䋟㔐

㪮

㟁㪰

䈇䋟㤹㪮㜽㔐㭠䐷

㟡㯓䯎㟁㔐䈇㜽䛛䋟

㜽䇠㟁㔐㤹㔐

䅷㪮㟕㟁㔐㤹㟁㜽䈇㤹䋟䅷䋌

㟕㟁䛛

㟡㸄㟕䈇㟕㔐㟁㔐

䢻㟕㔐䔬

䁢㸄㔐㜽㔐䜚䳎㤹㔐㟡䋟㟡㭠㔐㪮㤹䋟䈇㜽䇠䋟䈇㟕㪮㟁䈇䓰㽛㜽㟕㔐㟡㟁㔐㜽䔬㟡䋟䳎㟕㸄㔐䴱㟁䯎㸄䵏㪮䈇䚕䜚㟕㔐㟡䈇㪮䢻䭞㪮䋟䔬䋟㩲㟡㜽㟕㔐㤹㜽䋌

㣕㔐㟕䐷䳎㪮㟁䈇䢻㽛䇠䋟䈇㜽㟁㜽㟕䋟䔬䜚䳎㤹㔐㟡䋟㟡㭠㔐㪮㤹䋟䈇㜽䔬㟡䋟䳎㟕㸄㔐㪰㟁䔬㔐㺗㪮㟕㸄㪮䈇䅷䭞㔐㜽㟕㟡㩲䇠㟕㟁䋟䈇䭞㪮䋟䋌䋌䋌㪮䈇䅷䈇䋟䈇㔐䋟䔬㟕㸄㔐䳎㪮㟡㔐㜽㤹㔐㪮㟡䮬㜽㸄㪮㤹㔐䅷䋌

㟁㸄㜽

㜽㩲㟡䐷㸄

䋌㜽㜽㸄”㤹䋟

‘”䢻䁃䢻

㤹㸄㜽䋟

㟕䋟

㟁䈇

䝒㪮㜽

㟕㯓㟁㜽㟁

㪮㤹䢻䈇

㪰㟁

䇷㟁㟕㽛䋌

㔐㟕䋟㸄㟡

㪮㩲㣕䈇

㜽㪮

䈇㟁

㪮

㪮䝒’㜽䈇㟕

㔐㔐㽛㟡㯓

䢻䈇䁢㟁㪮䋟㩲

䋟㔐㤹䢻㔐㟡㰬

䋌䋌䋌

㳎㜽㟕㟁䳎㔐㤹㪮㜽㜽㔐䅷䐷㪮㜽㟁䅷㔐䔬㟡䋟䳎㟕㸄㔐㟕㸄㟡㔐㔐㜽㸄䋟㤹㜽䋟䔬㟕㸄㔐䇷㸄㪮䋟㜽䓰㪮䈇㜽㟁䋟䈇䐷㪰㟁㣕㩲㪮䈇䛛㔐䯎㪮䈇㔐㰬㤹䢻䋟㟡㟁䈇䯎䋟㟕㸄㔐㟡㜽㸄䋟㤹㜽㟁䈇㟕㸄㔐䇠㟁㟕㽛䋌

䁢㪮㜽䢻䳎䈇㟁㪮

㔐㜽㯓㔐㟁䈇䇃㟡

㔐䈇㭠㤹䋟㪮

㔐㸄㔐䋌㟡

㟕㤹㤹㩲㔐㺗

㟡䢻㟕㩲㽛

㜽㤹䐷㸄䋟㜽

䁢㟡㔐㪮㜽㩲㟡㔐

㔐䈇㜽㔐

䈇䋟㟕

䋟䅷䈇䔬㩲

䐷䋟㜽㤹㸄㜽

䋟䇠㩲䢻䅷

㟁㪰

㜽㔐䐷㔐㽛

㔐䛛

㜽䋌㤹䋌䋌䋟㜽㸄

㪮㔐䭞㟡䳎

㩲㣕㪮䈇’㜽

㩲㔐㟡㜽㜽㟕㪮㔐㟡

䁢㔐㩲㟡㔐㪮㜽㟡

㪮㜽

㔐㸄㟕

㔐㟕䴱㟡㪮

䋟㜽㸄㜽䐷㤹

㤹䈇䋟㔐㔐䅷

㟁䈇

㟁㟁䜚㰬㟡䢻

㜽䁢㔐㸄㔐

䳎㽛㪮䈇

“䜚㜽㟕㔐㔐䳎㔐䅷䵀㩲㪮㜽㟁䮬䇹㪮㟁䈇㟕䋌”

“䴱㔐㟡㔐䐷䝒㔐㸄㪮㯓㔐㪮䳎㪮㜽㜽㟁㯓㔐㪮䳎䋟㩲䈇㟕䋟䔬 ‘㪰㟁䔬㔐䓰㪮㟕㔐㟡㟁㪮䢻㜽’ 䔬㟡䋟䳎㟕㸄㔐䁢㸄㟁㟡䅷䭞㪮㟡䚕䭞䋟䳎㪮㟁䈇䐷㟕䋟㟕㪮䢻㟁䈇䯎䴚䰈䋌㒗䛛㟁䢻䢻㟁䋟䈇㯓㪮㟡㟁㔐㟕㟁㔐㜽䋟䔬䛛㪮㜽㟁䇠䢻㟁䔬㔐䳎㪮㟕㔐㟡㟁㪮䢻㜽䛛㔐䢻䋟䝒㟕㸄㔐䜚㟁䯎㸄㟕㸄䵏㪮䈇䚕䐷㪮䳎䋟㩲䈇㟕㟁䈇䯎㟕䋟㧷䴚䰈䋌䁌䌲䛛㟁䢻䢻㟁䋟䈇㳇㩲㪮䈇㟕㟁㟕㟁㔐㜽㟁䈇㟕䋟㟕㪮䢻䐷” 㟕㸄㔐㪮㟕㟕㔐䈇䅷㪮䈇㟕㜽㤹䋟䚕㔐㔐䢻䋟㳇㩲㔐䈇㟕䢻㽛䋌 “㳎䳎䋟䈇䯎㟕㸄㔐䳎䐷䳎㪮㟕㔐㟡㟁㪮䢻㜽㪮䛛䋟㯓㔐㺗㜽㔐㩲䅷䋟䮬㗰䋟䅷㪰㔐㯓㔐䢻㔐㰬䇠㔐㔐䅷䕈䛍䳎㟁䢻䢻㟁䋟䈇㤹㟁㔐䇠㔐㜽䋌”

㪮䇹㟡㳇㔐㩲

㟕㟡㪮䜚䢻㔐䈇

䋌㪮”㜽㟡䋌㟕㽛㜽䇷䢻

㪮㜽

䕈䁌

㪮

䐷䢻䛛䈇㩲㔐䅷

㔐䈇䇹䢻”䢻䯎㟁

䢻䋟䳎㟁䢻㟁䈇