Chapter 1077: The Ninety Ninth Year of the Assessment

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"Come in!" Ye Feng said.

"Okay!" The woman pushed open the half-closed door and walked into the courtyard with her child.

"They are all here, feel free to pick any. Ten copper coins for each Peach Talisman." Ye Feng placed a box of Peach Talismans on the table, allowing the mother and child to choose at will.

"Thank you, Boss Ye!" The woman quickly made her selection.

The child by her side glanced at the vacant wicker chair and noticed a wood carving on it. When he reached out to touch it, he found that his hand went straight through the wood carving as if touching air.

"Eh?"

The child tried several times but still couldn't touch the wood carving, rubbing his eyes in surprise and making a sound of astonishment.

"Xiao Feng, stop it!"

The woman hurriedly grabbed the child.

"Mom, I want this thing!" The child pointed at the wood carving on the wicker chair.

"This is a wood carving, not a thing, don't talk nonsense!" The woman quickly pulled the child away.

"This is not a wood carving, it's my wife." Ye Feng said calmly and picked up his carving knife, ready to continue his carving.

The woman immediately laughed and said, "Boss Ye, you really have a sense of humor. How could this wood carving be your wife?"

Ye Feng did not continue to argue.

"Boss Ye, your wife is so pretty! Can you sell her to me?" The child spoke without any filter, saying anything that came to mind.

"Xiao Feng, you're asking for a spanking!" The woman immediately glared and pushed the child down to the ground, pulled down his pants, picked up a bamboo strip, and started spanking him.

"Aiyo!"

The child immediately began to cry.

"Boss Ye, I failed to teach my child properly. I am truly sorry." The woman hurriedly paid the money, picked up the Peach Talismans, and left with her child, fearing that Ye Feng might blame her.

Ye Feng remained calm and composed in the face of this commotion.

He had experienced similar incidents many times before.

…

Time flies.

Ye Feng has been in this world for sixty years now.

On this day, many mountain ranges trembled.

Numerous Spirit Veins appeared, spouting dense Spiritual Energy, and more cultivators began to emerge.

"My God, what's going on?"

Someone shouted in astonishment.

In the center of Mortal City, a dense brilliance erupted, shaking the entire city and attracting Ye Feng's attention.

"She has broken through." Ye Feng said placidly.

That aura was very familiar.

It belonged to Su Ling.

With her exceptional talent, she had broken through another minor realm, and with her current strength, she could defeat the Single-Horned Giant Python on her own.

"Spiritual Energy eruption?"

Ye Feng could feel the surrounding Spiritual Energy becoming denser.

Nature's spiritual energy now better suited cultivation.

But, it had nothing to do with him.

He picked up a strip of bamboo and started carving with his knife, perfectly executing his learning, infusing tremendous power into it, and through this process practicing the "Hand of Myriad Transformations".

Three months later.

Su Ling came again, not alone this time.

With her were several cultivators, all of notable strength, on par with newly advanced cultivators in the Spirit Sea Realm.

"Senior Ye, I've come again."

Su Ling's address for Ye Feng had changed, her face showing the respect a junior has when they meet an elder. "These friends of mine are powerful cultivators of the fourth realm."

The fourth realm?

Ye Feng looked up.

In the Shenzhou Continent, cultivation is divided into realms such as Gazing Breath, Qi Refinement, Element Gathering, Spirit Sea, Divine Origin, and Void Break.

In this world, the cultivation realms didn't have clear names at first and were distinguished by the First Realm, Second Realm, and so forth.

The fourth realm here corresponded to the Spirit Sea.

But that was it.

Even all of them together could not beat Big Yellow.

"Are you here to buy something?" Ye Feng asked.

"Your paintings are very useful. I brought these friends here to buy them; price is not an issue." Su Ling took out a bag of Spirit Stones and placed it on the table, filled with many Spirit Stones.

"Pick whatever you like!" Ye Feng gestured with his hand.

Su Ling was delighted, looked at her fellow cultivators, and said, "Each person can only choose one painting; pick carefully, it can significantly enhance your strength."

"Mhm."

The cultivators immediately began to select throughout the courtyard.

"This painting is good!"

A young man in a white robe laid eyes on a painting named "Lone Boat on the River", feeling it to contain beneficial insights for himself.

"This one is good."

"I have made my choice too."

Two cultivators chose the scrolls named "Emerald Bird" and "Lone Rider Travels the World", happily accepting them.

The only one was a woman in a red dress with phoenix eyes, who looked at the paintings around her with disdain, feeling that they were all too ordinary, so she did not choose any.

"Zhao Yan, why don't you pick one?"

Su Ling looked at the woman in the red dress, curious.

Ye Feng's paintings were of supreme grade, each containing a different artistic conception. Had Ye Feng not said that a person could only pick one painting, she would have bought them all.

"Oh, there's nothing suitable," Zhao Yan shook her head.

"Alright then!" Su Ling could only helplessly accept.

Half a quarter hour later.

"Senior Ye, thank you for your hospitality today, I shall take my leave!"

Su Ling bowed to Ye Feng and left the private courtyard with Zhao Yan and the others.

Ye Feng did not pack up the Spirit Stones on the table but continued carving, immersed in his own world.

Half a day later.

Someone pushed open the courtyard door and entered; it was Zhao Yan, who Su Ling had brought today.

"Nothing but a charlatan! Although I do not know how you deceived Su Ling and the other fellow daoists, you cannot deceive me, these things are nothing but mundane trash!"

Zhao Yan stood in front of Ye Feng and sneered.

She possessed Divine Sense, looked left and right, but still could not see anything special about Ye Feng or the surrounding calligraphy and handicrafts, feeling that Ye Feng was all show and no substance.

"Those with no affinity naturally cannot comprehend."

Ye Feng simply said.

"The typical words of a swindler, how laughable!" Zhao Yan stood in front of the table, picked up the bag of Spirit Stones, and upon seeing the wood carving sitting on an empty wicker chair, a cold light flashed in her eyes.

"Even the facial features are not carved out, so poor!"

Zhao Yan reached out her hand to pick up Yu Jie's wooden carving, but as her hand touched the carving, she suddenly felt a piercing pain as if pricked by needles.

This pain went straight to the soul!

Thump thump thump!

Zhao Yan kept backing away, looking at her hand full of needle marks, she couldn't help screaming.

Thud!

She fell to the ground on her bottom, took out a bronze mirror, and saw her appearance rapidly aging, quickly changing from a woman of stunning beauty to an old lady with white hair.

Even her teeth began to fall out.

"No!"

Zhao Yan immediately knelt on the ground, repeatedly kowtowing and begging for mercy.

"Senior Ye, it was my blind arrogance, my failure to recognize a great one. Please spare me!"

Even if Zhao Yan was foolish, she knew the terror of Ye Feng.

The ability to make her age instantly was beyond her understanding, it was probably enough to suppress the entire world at will.

"You touched something you should not have touched."

Ye Feng said indifferently.

This was his first anger since he started living incognito in the secular world.

Boom!

Zhao Yan's body cracked open, bursting into ashes, falling to the ground, to be swept into the heap of garbage by an old monk from outside the courtyard.

No one knew that a fourth Realm powerhouse had just casually died in Ye Feng's courtyard.

In the days that followed, everything was as usual.

Everyone seemed to have forgotten about the existence of Zhao Yan, no one was looking for her, no one missed her, and no one suspected Ye Feng.

This world was as if Zhao Yan had never existed.

Another ten years passed.

A new surge of spiritual energy erupted.

The world's spiritual energy became even more concentrated, and more fourth Realm powerhouse cultivators emerged, some even attempted to break through to the legendary fifth Realm, but all ended in failure.

In the future, every ten years, there would be a spiritual energy surge, driving the rapid development of the entire Cultivation World.

Ye Feng did not concern himself with external affairs and continued his transformation into the ordinary.

Su Ling's visits gradually decreased.

Initially, she came every few months, but later, it became once every few years.

Ye Feng did not mind this.

As the world became more suitable for cultivation, more and more Great Demons appeared, wreaking havoc everywhere.

As a Sword Immortal, Su Ling naturally had to eliminate demons.

Sometimes, she couldn't return to Mortal City for several years, and the frequency of meeting her family decreased.

"Master Ye, it seems I am stuck."

Big Yellow Dog grew more and more burly, like a Dog Emperor, followed by countless earth dogs, and built an empire composed of countless dogs.

However, Big Yellow's strength could no longer increase.

"It's the laws of this world that limit you, but I have a solution, just wait!"

Ye Feng said.

Big Yellow was stuck at the peak of the fourth Realm, unable to enter the fifth Realm, and so was Su Ling.

The entire world's people were all restricted.

Except Ye Feng.

Time quickly arrived at the ninety-ninth year.

路擄㰿㙻䅈㜧䏤㰿䨨㟄擄虜㙻䨨㫋㬋爐䨨䀗䍦㙻㫋㫋䅈㰿䀗䏤䳙㜧㰿㟄㬋䏤㫋㰿䀗䅥㵫䬌㬋㰷老㰿㫋䏤㟄㬋㣎㬋䅈㙻㰿㫋䨨䏤䨨蘆魯䀗䨨㬋䳙老㫋㜧㖕蘆㜧㖕䍦䏤䕤䨨㰿䳙㜧䏤䕤䃏㫋㖕㜧

䠭㜧 㹯㜧䨨䢦 䅈㫋㙻䀗䀗 䦜㬋䅈䅈㜧䅈䅈㜧䅈 㫋㖕㜧 㰿䦜䦜㜧㰿䏤㰿䨨㓐㜧 㬋㣎 㖕㙻䅈 䳙㬋䍦㫋㖕䅥

㳞䍦㫋㵫 䕤䍦㜧 㫋㬋 㫋㖕㜧 㜧㣎㣎㜧㓐㫋䅈 㬋㣎 㫋㖕㜧 㰡㬋㰷㜧䏤 㬋㣎 㽹㜧㰿䀗㙻㫋䳙㵫 㜧㐚㜧䨨 㙻㣎 㫋㖕㜧 㓐㖕㙻䀗䕤 䨨㜧䢰㫋 䕤㬋㬋䏤 㰷㖕㬋 㰷㰿䨨㫋㜧䕤 㫋㬋 䣅䍦䳙 㰿 㰷㙻㣎㜧 㣎䏤㬋㟄 㖕㙻㟄 㖕㰿䅈 㰿䢦㜧䕤 㙻䨨㫋㬋 㰿䨨 㬋䀗䕤 㟄㰿䨨㵫 㖕㜧 䅈㜧㜧䅈 䨨㬋㫋㖕㙻䨨䢦 㰷䏤㬋䨨䢦 㰷㙻㫋㖕 䠭㜧 㹯㜧䨨䢦'䅈 㰿䦜䦜㜧㰿䏤㰿䨨㓐㜧䅥

㰿㙻䨨䀗㣎䳙㜧"䅥㰿䏤㬩"㖕㜧

䠭㜧 㹯㜧䨨䢦 䢦㜧䨨㫋䀗䳙 䅈㫋䏤㬋㿋㜧䕤 㫋㖕㜧 㓐㰿䏤㐚㙻䨨䢦 㿋䨨㙻㣎㜧 㫋㖕㰿㫋 㖕㰿䕤 㣎㬋䀗䀗㬋㰷㜧䕤 㖕㙻㟄 㣎㬋䏤 䨨㜧㰿䏤䀗䳙 㰿 㓐㜧䨨㫋䍦䏤䳙㵫 㙻㫋䅈 㜧䕤䢦㜧 䅈㫋㙻䀗䀗 㰿䅈 䅈㖕㰿䏤䦜 㰿䅈 㜧㐚㜧䏤䅥

䠭㜧㰿䏤䅈 㰿䢦㬋㵫 㖕㜧 㟄㰿䅈㫋㜧䏤㜧䕤 㫋㖕㜧 䅈㜧㓐㬋䨨䕤 㐚㬋䀗䍦㟄㜧 㬋㣎 "䟇㰿䨨䕤 㬋㣎 䊮䳙䏤㙻㰿䕤 㬩䏤㰿䨨䅈㣎㬋䏤㟄㰿㫋㙻㬋䨨䅈" 㫋㬋 㙻㫋䅈 䦜㜧㰿㿋㵫 䦜㬋䅈䅈㜧䅈䅈㙻䨨䢦 㰿 㰡㬋㰷㜧䏤 㬋㣎 㽹㜧㰿䀗㙻㫋䳙 䅈㬋 䅈㫋䏤㬋䨨䢦 㫋㖕㰿㫋 㙻㫋 㓐㬋䍦䀗䕤 㬋䣅䀗㙻㫋㜧䏤㰿㫋㜧 㫋㖕㜧 㰷㬋䏤䀗䕤䅥

㳞䍦㫋䀗䀗㙻㫋䅈㐚㜧㙻䕤䀗䨨㜧䢦㹯䀗㓐䅈䍦䅥㬋䅈㜧㙻䨨㜧䠭㙻䨨

"䊮㰿䅈㫋㜧䏤 䠭㜧㵫 㫋㖕㜧 㾔㙻䀗䕤 㳞㬋㰿䏤 㖕㰿䅈 䅈㜧䨨㫋 㰿 䀗㜧㫋㫋㜧䏤 䅈㰿䳙㙻䨨䢦 㫋㖕㰿㫋 㙻㫋 㫋㬋㬋 㙻䅈 䅈㫋䍦㓐㿋 㰿㫋 㫋㖕㜧 㰡㙻䨨䨨㰿㓐䀗㜧 㬋㣎 㫋㖕㜧 㹯㬋䍦䏤㫋㖕 㽹㜧㰿䀗㟄 㰿䨨䕤 䕤㬋㜧䅈䨨'㫋 㿋䨨㬋㰷 㖕㬋㰷 㫋㬋 䣅䏤㜧㰿㿋 㫋㖕䏤㬋䍦䢦㖕䅥"

㳞㙻䢦 䠭㜧䀗䀗㬋㰷 㖕㜧䀗䕤 㰿 䀗㜧㫋㫋㜧䏤 㙻䨨 㖕㙻䅈 㟄㬋䍦㫋㖕䅥

䏤㬋䢦䍦䅥㖕㫋"㖕㙻㜧㿋䢦㰿䨨䏤䣅㖕㬩㜧"䅈㜧䏤'䨨㬋

䠭㜧 㹯㜧䨨䢦 䅈㖕㬋㬋㿋 㖕㙻䅈 㖕㜧㰿䕤㵫 "䠭㬋䍦 㰿䏤㜧 㰿䀗䀗 䏤㜧䅈㫋䏤㰿㙻䨨㜧䕤 䣅䳙 㫋㖕㜧 㰷㬋䏤䀗䕤'䅈 䀗㰿㰷䅈 㙻䨨 䳙㬋䍦䏤 㓐䍦䀗㫋㙻㐚㰿㫋㙻㬋䨨 䀗㜧㐚㜧䀗㵫 䨨㬋 㬋䨨㜧 㓐㰿䨨 䣅䏤㜧㰿㿋 㫋㖕䏤㬋䍦䢦㖕 㫋㬋 㫋㖕㜧 㹯㙻㣎㫋㖕 㽹㜧㰿䀗㟄䅥 䟇㬋㰷㜧㐚㜧䏤㵫 㫋㖕㜧 䅈䦜㜧㓐㙻㰿䀗 㬋䅈㟄㰿䨨㫋㖕䍦䅈 㓐㰿㿋㜧 㾴'㐚㜧 䣅㜧㜧䨨 䏤㜧䅈㜧㰿䏤㓐㖕㙻䨨䢦 㙻䅈 䨨㜧㰿䏤䀗䳙 㰿 䅈䍦㓐㓐㜧䅈䅈䅥 㧟㰿㫋㙻䨨䢦 㙻㫋 䅈㖕㬋䍦䀗䕤 㰿䀗䀗㬋㰷 䳙㬋䍦 㰿䀗䀗 㫋㬋 䣅䏤㜧㰿㿋 㫋㖕䏤㬋䍦䢦㖕䅥"

"㽹㜧㰿䀗䀗䳙䵊" 㬩㖕㜧 㳞㙻䢦 䠭㜧䀗䀗㬋㰷 䥼㬋䢦 䣅㜧㓐㰿㟄㜧 㜧䢰㓐㙻㫋㜧䕤㵫 㰿䨨㫋㙻㓐㙻䦜㰿㫋㙻䨨䢦 㫋㖕㜧 㬋䅈㟄㰿䨨㫋㖕䍦䅈 㓐㰿㿋㜧 㟄㜧䨨㫋㙻㬋䨨㜧䕤 䣅䳙 䠭㜧 㹯㜧䨨䢦䅥

㓐㿋㵫㿋䨨㬋䨨㿋䛎㓐㿋㬋䨨㓐㿋䉅㬋㵫

㬩㖕㜧 䅈㬋䍦䨨䕤 㬋㣎 㿋䨨㬋㓐㿋㙻䨨䢦 㰿䏤㬋䅈㜧䅥

䥄䍦 㫣㙻䨨䢦 㓐㰿㟄㜧 㰿䢦㰿㙻䨨㵫 㰿䨨䕤 䅈㖕㜧 㰷㰿䅈 㰿䀗㬋䨨㜧䅥

䨨㙻㫣䢦䦜㰿䕤䅈䅈㜧㵫䨨㬋㰷䏤㣎䕤㖕㰿㫋㰿㜧㟄䍦䏤㜧㿋㰿㟄㰿䕤䨨䕤䀗㓐㬋䍦䨨㬋䢦䍦䳙㵫䥼㰿㜧㜧㓐䅈䕤䏤㰿㫋㬋㖕㫋㖕㧟㰿㓐㰿䏤㓐㟄㖕䅥㰿㜧㟄䅈䀗㙻䨨䅈㬋㜧'㜧䳙㜧䅈䕤䨨㰿㜧㖕䏤㰷㰿䅈䀗䀗㙻㫋䅈㬋㟄䏤㜧䅥䳙䏤䕤䥄䍦䣅㫋䍦㬋㖕㰷㜧䕤䅈

"䥄㜧䨨㙻㬋䏤 䠭㜧㵫 㾴'㐚㜧 䣅㜧㜧䨨 䅈㫋䍦㓐㿋 㙻䨨 㫋㖕㜧 㹯㙻㣎㫋㖕 㽹㜧㰿䀗㟄㵫 㰿䨨䕤 㫋㖕㜧 㬋㫋㖕㜧䏤 䅈㫋䏤㬋䨨䢦 㓐䍦䀗㫋㙻㐚㰿㫋㬋䏤䅈 㙻䨨 㫋㖕㜧 㓐䍦䀗㫋㙻㐚㰿㫋㙻㬋䨨 㰷㬋䏤䀗䕤 㰿䏤㜧 㰿䀗䀗 䅈㫋䍦㓐㿋 㰿䅈 㰷㜧䀗䀗䅥 㟣䏤㜧 䳙㬋䍦 㫋㬋㬋䵊"

㟣䅈 䅈㬋㬋䨨 㰿䅈 䅈㖕㜧 㜧䨨㫋㜧䏤㜧䕤㵫 䥄䍦 㫣㙻䨨䢦 㰷㜧䨨㫋 䅈㫋䏤㰿㙻䢦㖕㫋 㫋㬋 㫋㖕㜧 䦜㬋㙻䨨㫋䅥

㐚㜧㰿䢦㰿䅥䢦㬋㰿䨨㙻䀗㐚䍦㫋㓐㫋㬋㙻㖕㜧㟄䅈㰿㜧䀗"㐚㜧㜧䀗䅥㖕㜧㰿㐚䕤㜧䅈㜧䕤㓐㰿㜧䠭㫋㖕㜧䢦㜧㹯䨨䕤㙻䕤㰿䅈㾴"㬋䨨㰿䅈㜧䏤㰷䨨

䥄䍦 㫣㙻䨨䢦䖝 "䅥䅥䅥"

䥄㖕㜧 䅈㰿㫋 㬋䨨 㫋㖕㜧 䅈㫋㬋䨨㜧 䅈㫋㬋㬋䀗㵫 㰷㰿㫋㓐㖕㙻䨨䢦 䠭㜧 㹯㜧䨨䢦 䀗䳙㙻䨨䢦 㬋䨨 㫋㖕㜧 䏤㰿㫋㫋㰿䨨 㓐㖕㰿㙻䏤㵫 䣅㙻㫋 㖕㜧䏤 䏤㜧䕤 䀗㙻䦜䅈 㰿䨨䕤 䅈㰿㙻䕤㵫 "㾴'㐚㜧 䏤㜧㓐㜧䨨㫋䀗䳙 㓐䍦䀗㫋㙻㐚㰿㫋㜧䕤 㫋㖕㜧 㚱䏤㜧㰿㫋 㧟䢰㫋㜧䨨䅈㙻㐚㜧 㬩㜧㓐㖕䨨㙻㡗䍦㜧 㰿䨨䕤 㾴 㰿䀗㰷㰿䳙䅈 㣎㜧㜧䀗 䀗㙻㿋㜧 㫋㖕㜧䏤㜧'䅈 㙻㟄䦜㜧䨨䕤㙻䨨䢦 䕤㰿䨨䢦㜧䏤䅥"

䍦䥄䨨㙻䢦㜧䟇䏤㰿䠭㜧㫋㰿䨨䕤䢦䀗㰿㓐㜧㜧㹯䨨䢦䅥䢦䨨㙻㫣䅈㫋㙻㵫㖕

䟇㜧 㰿䀗䅈㬋 䅈㜧䨨䅈㜧䕤 㫋㖕㙻䅈 䦜㬋㙻䨨㫋䅥

㬩㖕㙻䅈 㰷㬋䏤䀗䕤 㰷㰿䅈 㫋㬋 㰷㙻㫋䨨㜧䅈䅈 㰿 䢦䏤㜧㰿㫋 㓐㖕㰿䨨䢦㜧䛎

䢦䨨㜧㹯䥼㬋㫋䨨㙻㬋䨨㬋㫋䕤䨨㰿㰿䏤㜧䠭䍦㬋䨨㬋䥄䍦㖕㜧㰿䕤䨨䕤㖕㙻㬩"䅈㙻䨨㜧㖕㬩"㰿㰿㟄㖕㓐㫋㟄㙻䅈㜧䏤䳙䅥㙻䅈㚱㬋䅈䕤"䅥䨨㙻㰿㐚䅥㟄㜧㖕㫋䏤㖕㫋㰷㬋㐚䕤"㰿㙻㓐㜧䅥䏤㬋㣎㫋㖕㜧㟄䳙䨨㜧䅈䢦䣅㙻㬋㟄䨨㜧䥼㰿䳙㰷㰿㙻䕤䨨䅈䢦㵫㜧䕤㓐㜧䨨䀗䀗㰷㙻㫋㬋䏤㜧㰿䀗䨨㙻㙻㐚䢦㜧䣅䠭㜧㫋䅈㰿㓐䳙㬋䍦䏤㐚㙻䅈䀗㜧

㙻㫋䢦㰿䦜䨨㙻䨨㫣㙻䨨䢦㵫

䥄䍦 㫣㙻䨨䢦 㫋㬋㬋㿋 㫋㖕㜧 䦜㰿㙻䨨㫋㙻䨨䢦㵫 䣅㬋㰷㜧䕤 㙻䨨 㫋㖕㰿䨨㿋䅈㵫 㰿䨨䕤 㫋㖕㜧䨨 㫋䍦䏤䨨㜧䕤 㫋㬋 䀗㜧㰿㐚㜧䅥

䫳䨨㜧 㟄㬋䨨㫋㖕 䀗㰿㫋㜧䏤䅥

䰄㧳㧳䅥㫋㜧䕤㰿㿋㓐㰿㫋㣎㬋䨨㜧䕤㜧䕤䕤㜧㓐䅈㫋䅈㜧䏤㜧㬋㟄㰿䨨䕤䅈䏤㬋㰿㵫㰷䏤䏤㙻䨨㬋㟄㜧䥼䦜䀗䅥㰿㓐㜧䅈㰿䅈㟄䨨㜧䥼㬋䢦㰷㙻㜧㙻䨨䀗䕤㰿䅈㫋㖕㜧䍦㬋䅈㜧䀗䨨㫋䢇䅈䀗㰿䀗㫋䏤㗩㟄㵫㜧䅈㜧㫋㙻䨨㙻䨨㟄䍦䨨㰿䟇㽹㜧㰿㓐㰿䀗䕤㙻䨨䢦䨨㜧㖕㫋㰿䀗㓐䕤㖕䏤㵫㰿㫋㜧㫋㜧䏤䏤㬋㫋㙻㜧㙻䏤䅈㰿䕤䣅㜧㬋㟄䏤䕤䣅䅈䀗㰿㵫䣅䕤㜧䏤䍦㰿㙻䅈㬋㐚㑎䨨䢦㖕㰿䣅䀗㬋䕤䃏䕤㜧㬋䏤㰿㽹㰿㓐䅥㜧㜧㖕㫋㰿㜧㫋䣅䀗㫋㬋䢦䨨䀗䨨㰿䕤㖕㫋㜧㬋䏤䏤㟄㰿㵫㜧㓐㰿㽹

㾴㟄㟄㜧䕤㙻㰿㫋㜧䀗䳙㵫 㓐㖕㰿㬋䅈 㜧䏤䍦䦜㫋㜧䕤䅥

㾴䨨 㫋㖕㜧 㓐㬋䍦䏤㫋䳙㰿䏤䕤䅥

㳞㙻䢦䀗㜧䀗䠭㬋㰷䥼㬋䢦㜧㖕㫋䍦㰿䕤䨨㙻䢦䦜㫋㜧䠭㜧㖕㬩䍦㫋䕤㬋䅈㙻㜧䨨㬋㰷䏤㬋䕤䀗䅥㫋㜧㿋䦜䨨㜧䢦㹯

"䊮㰿䅈㫋㜧䏤 䠭㜧㵫 㫋㖕㜧 䥼㜧㟄㬋䨨 㽹㰿㓐㜧 㖕㰿䅈 䕤㜧䅈㓐㜧䨨䕤㜧䕤䅥"

"㾴 㖕㜧㰿䏤䕤 㫋㖕㰿㫋 㫋㖕㙻䅈 㙻䅈 㬋䨨䀗䳙 㫋㖕㜧㙻䏤 㐚㰿䨨䢦䍦㰿䏤䕤䅥 㬩㖕㜧 䏤㜧㰿䀗 䥼㜧㟄㬋䨨 㚱㬋䕤䅈 㖕㰿㐚㜧 䨨㬋㫋 䳙㜧㫋 㰿䦜䦜㜧㰿䏤㜧䕤㵫 䣅䍦㫋 㜧㐚㜧䨨 㰷㙻㫋㖕 䵪䍦䅈㫋 㫋㖕㜧 㐚㰿䨨䢦䍦㰿䏤䕤㵫 䥼㜧㟄㬋䨨 㫣㬋䏤䕤䅈 㬋㣎 㫋㖕㜧 㹯㬋䍦䏤㫋㖕 㽹㜧㰿䀗㟄 㖕㰿㐚㜧 㰿䀗䏤㜧㰿䕤䳙 䅈㖕㬋㰷䨨 䍦䦜䅥"

䨨㜧㰷㜧䠭㵫㰿"䊮䏤䅈㜧㫋䨨㜧䛎㰷䅈"㫋㖕䅈'䏤㜧㜧

"㬩㖕㜧 䉅㙻䨨䢦 䢇㬋䣅䏤㰿 㰿䨨䕤 㫋㖕㜧 㚱㙻㰿䨨㫋 㳞㜧㰿䏤 䵪㬋㙻䨨㜧䕤 㣎㬋䏤㓐㜧䅈㵫 䅈䀗㰿䳙㙻䨨䢦 㟄㬋䏤㜧 㫋㖕㰿䨨 㰿 䕤㬋㑎㜧䨨 䥼㜧㟄㬋䨨 㫣㬋䏤䕤䅈㵫 䅈㬋 㫋㖕㜧䏤㜧'䅈 䨨㬋 䦜䏤㬋䣅䀗㜧㟄 㣎㬋䏤 䨨㬋㰷䅥"

"䊮㰿䅈㫋㜧䏤 䠭㜧㵫 㫋䏤㬋䍦䣅䀗㜧䛎"

㰷㖕㫋㙻"䊮㬋䏤㜧䕤㬋䅥㬋䢦"㵫㓐㜧䕤㜧䅈㜧䕤䨨䕤㜧㜧䅈䅈㟄䕤䨨㰿㫋䍦䣅䢦䏤㬋䨨䅈㫋䏤䳙㐚㜧㖕㜧㰿㐚䦜㬋㰷㜧䏤䅥㫋㙻䅈'䨨㙻㚱䨨㰿㫋䕤㬋㫣䏤䅈䨨㜧㰷㫋㙻㜧㖕㫋㟄㖕㬋䀗䕤㬋䍦䨨䅈㫋㰿㙻㫋㙻䅈䏤㜧㖕㫋㬋䨨㓐㰿䏤㜧㳞㰿䥼㬋㜧䨨㟄㫋㖕㜧㙻㫋䀗䀗䅈㬩㖕㜧㣎㵫㬋㣎㜧㖕㫋

㬩㖕㜧 㳞㙻䢦 䠭㜧䀗䀗㬋㰷 䥼㬋䢦 㿋㜧䦜㫋 䏤㜧䦜㬋䏤㫋㙻䨨䢦 㫋㖕㜧 䅈㙻㫋䍦㰿㫋㙻㬋䨨㵫 䀗㬋㬋㿋㙻䨨䢦 䍦䨨㜧㰿䅈䳙䅥

㟣㓐㓐㬋䏤䕤㙻䨨䢦 㫋㬋 㙻㫋㵫 㟄㬋䏤㜧 㰿䨨䕤 㟄㬋䏤㜧 䅈㫋䏤㬋䨨䢦 㰷㰿䏤䏤㙻㬋䏤䅈 㣎䏤㬋㟄 㫋㖕㜧 䥼㜧㟄㬋䨨 㽹㰿㓐㜧 㰷㜧䏤㜧 䕤㜧䅈㓐㜧䨨䕤㙻䨨䢦䅥 㬩㖕㜧 䥼㜧㟄㬋䨨 㫣㬋䏤䕤䅈 䅈㖕㬋㰷㙻䨨䢦 䍦䦜 㖕㰿䕤 䨨㬋㰷 䏤㜧㰿㓐㖕㜧䕤 㫋㖕㜧 㰡㙻䨨䨨㰿㓐䀗㜧 㬋㣎 㫋㖕㜧 㹯㬋䍦䏤㫋㖕 㽹㜧㰿䀗㟄㵫 㬋䨨 㜧㡗䍦㰿䀗 䢦䏤㬋䍦䨨䕤 㰷㙻㫋㖕 䦜㜧㬋䦜䀗㜧 䀗㙻㿋㜧 䥄䍦 㫣㙻䨨䢦 㣎䏤㬋㟄 㫋㖕㜧 䟇䍦㟄㰿䨨 㽹㰿㓐㜧 㰿䨨䕤 䥼㜧㟄㬋䨨 㽹㰿㓐㜧'䅈 㫋㬋䦜 䦜㬋㰷㜧䏤㖕㬋䍦䅈㜧䅈䅥

㙻㟄䨨㰿㜧㐚㜧㫋䨨㰿䟇"䅈㫋㖕㜧"䣅㜧䵊䢦䨨䍦

䠭㜧 㹯㜧䨨䢦 䅈㙻䦜䦜㜧䕤 㖕㙻䅈 㫋㜧㰿 㰷㙻㫋㖕 㰿 㓐㰿䀗㟄 㜧䢰䦜䏤㜧䅈䅈㙻㬋䨨䅥

䬌㜧㰿䏤 㫋㖕㜧 䟇㜧㰿㐚㜧䨨䀗䳙 䊭㜧䨨㜧䏤㰿䣅䀗㜧'䅈 䟇㰿䀗䀗 㬋䨨 䫳㓐㜧㰿䨨 䥄㫋㰿䏤䅥

䅈'㜧㖕㜧㟄䨨㰿䅈㫋䅈䅈䅈㜧䏤䀗㜧䀗㰿䳙㓐䅈㜧䕤䛎㓐㜧䍦"㓐䀗䨨䶠㜧㙻䨨䢦䢦㬋䏤㣎㬋䊮㰿䅈㫋㜧䏤㓐㫋䥄"㜧㾴㫋㫋㖕㜧㬋㰷䨨䅥䣅㜧㜧䨨㰿㜧㙻䀗㿋㬋㫋䨨㰿㫋䕤㙻㫋䢦㜧䨨䅈㰿㖕㫋㖕䨨㬋㟄㿋㬋䅈㬋䀗

"䥄㜧㓐㫋 㫣㜧㰿䕤㜧䏤 㙻䅈 䏤㜧㰿䀗䀗䳙 䅈㫋䏤㬋䨨䢦䛎"

"㧟㐚㜧䨨 䦜㰿䅈䅈㙻䨨䢦 㫋㖕㜧 㰿䅈䅈㜧䅈䅈㟄㜧䨨㫋 㬋㣎 㫋㖕㜧 䟇㜧㰿㐚㜧䨨䀗䳙 䊭㜧䨨㜧䏤㰿䣅䀗㜧'䅈 䟇㰿䀗䀗䅥"

䏤䀗㰿㜧䳙䅈'㫋㜧㫣䅈䀗㫋䀗㙻㬋㫋"㾴㫋'䅈䳙㰿䅈䅥㿋䦜㜧㜧㫋㬋㬋㙻㫋"䢦䨨㰷㰿㙻䅥

䥄㖕㙻 㫣㜧㙻㵫 䥄㖕㜧䨨 䠭䍦㵫 㰿䨨䕤 㫋㖕㜧 㬋㫋㖕㜧䏤 䕤㙻䅈㓐㙻䦜䀗㜧䅈 㰷㖕㙻䅈䦜㜧䏤㜧䕤 㰿㟄㬋䨨䢦 㫋㖕㜧㟄䅈㜧䀗㐚㜧䅈䅥

㧟䀗䕤㜧䏤 㬋㣎 㫋㖕㜧 㳞䀗㰿㓐㿋 㬩㬋䏤㫋㬋㙻䅈㜧 䢇䀗㰿䨨 㰿䨨䕤 㫋㖕㜧 䏤㜧䅈㫋 㬋㣎 㫋㖕㜧 㟄㜧㟄䣅㜧䏤䅈 㬋㣎 㫋㖕㜧 㳞䀗㰿㓐㿋 㬩㬋䏤㫋㬋㙻䅈㜧 䢇䀗㰿䨨 㰿䀗䅈㬋 㰷㬋䏤㜧 㜧䢰䦜䏤㜧䅈䅈㙻㬋䨨䅈 㬋㣎 䕤㙻䅈䣅㜧䀗㙻㜧㣎㵫 㫋㖕㙻䨨㿋㙻䨨䢦 㫋㖕㰿㫋 䠭㜧 㹯㜧䨨䢦 㰷㰿䅈 㫋㬋㬋 㣎㙻㜧䏤㓐㜧䅥

㫋䅈㰿䀗䏤䅈㙻㫋㣎㹯䢦㜧䨨䕤䨨㜧䏤㐚㜧㜧䠭㜧㜧㟄㜧㜧䅈䕤㣎㙻䅈䏤㫋㫋㙻㬋㫋㫋㖕㜧䳙㐚䨨䟇㜧㜧㰿䀗䅈䦜㰿䅈㜧㖕㫋㫋㖕㜧䀗䟇㰿䀗䅥䅈㙻㖕㙻䨨㫋䏤䍦䀗䳙㵫㟄䦜㜧㫋㫋㰿㫋㬋㬩䀗㫋㙻䀗䏤㜧䨨㫋㜧䣅䨨㬋㜧䢦㟄㙻㓐䢦㙻㫋㖕㟄䀗䅈䣅䨨㜧䊭㰿䏤'㜧㜧䅈䨨䅈㰿㜧䅈䅈㜧㟄㫋㜧㰿䨨㜧䅈䅈䅈㟄㫋㵫䅈㰿㖕㫋㫋㫋㜧㬋䀗䨨䀗䦜㙻㫋䳙㰿㫋㖕㜧䨨㬋䅈䏤㜧䦜

㾴䨨 䊮㬋䏤㫋㰿䀗 䢇㙻㫋䳙䅥

"㰡䍦䛎"

䦜㫋䅈㙻䏤㣎㬋㟄㫋䥄䍦䦜䢦䦜䨨㬋䏤㙻㵫䍦䦜㖕㫋䏤㙻䢦㬋䍦㫋㜧㓐䕤䨨㜧㜧䕤䅈䕤㜧䅈䏤㖕㣎㫋䀗㜧䨨㿋㹯㜧䨨䢦'䅈㬋㣎䅈㵫䕤㰷㬋䏤䨨㬋㬋㬋䀗䅥䕤䣅䨨㙻䠭㜧㙻㫣䨨䢦㜧㿋䨨㜧䀗䕤䨨㰿䢦㙻䨨㬋䨨㜧䀗㣎䅈䏤㖕㜧㜧䣅䀗䳙㰿䏤㜧䕤䨨㰿㖕䀗䍦䍦㣎㬋㫋㟄䨨㜧㖕㫋㜧㖕䅈䕤㙻㟄㜧㰿䏤㜧䨨㜧䏤㖕㵫䳙㿋䅈㫋㖕㜧䍦䥄㓐䕤䏤㰿㫋㬋䍦䏤䅥䳙㬋䨨

"䥄㜧䨨㙻㬋䏤 䠭㜧㵫 㫋㖕㜧 䥼㜧㟄㬋䨨 㽹㰿㓐㜧 㙻䅈 䢦㜧㫋㫋㙻䨨䢦 䅈㫋䏤㬋䨨䢦㜧䏤䅥"

䥄䍦 㫣㙻䨨䢦'䅈 㜧䳙㜧䅈 䏤㜧䕤䕤㜧䨨㜧䕤䅥

䀗䳙䢦㹯㙻䨨"㽹㰿㙻䨨㰿㓐㬋䣅㫋㟄㬋"䕤㰷䥄䏤䕤㰿㖕㬋䏤㣎㟄㜧㖕㫋㫋"㵫䏤㟣䨨㜧㫋䀗㜧㜧䏤㖕㵫䅈㣎㰿㫋㙻䦜䨨䨨䢦㙻㰿䏤㬋㵫䦜㰷㜧㐚䏤䳙㜧䢦㰿䀗㖕䅈㜧㰿䕤䅈䍦㬋䨨㖕㬩㙻㓐䢦㰿㜧䨨㖕䨨䨨䕤㰿㖕䕤㰿䨨㜧䍦䨨㙻䵪䕤䅥䏤䅈㜧㖕䣅䳙䕤㰿㖕㬋㣎㫋䢦㖕䍦䨨㜧䣅㜧㟄䨨㰿㜧䕤䢦㰿䀗㫋䏤䳙㜧㫋䍦䢦㖕䀗㖕㰿㬋㜧䏤㖕㰿㜧㜧䕤䨨䀗䢦䨨㜧㬩"㖕䥄㜧䅈䕤䏤㬋㰷䥄䅈㫋䀗㙻䀗

䫳㣎 㓐㬋䍦䏤䅈㜧㵫 䅈㖕㜧 㖕㰿䕤 䅈䀗㰿㙻䨨 䅈㜧㐚㜧䨨 䥼㜧㟄㬋䨨 㫣㬋䏤䕤䅈 㬋㐚㜧䏤䨨㙻䢦㖕㫋㵫 䕤㜧㫋㜧䏤䏤㙻䨨䢦 㫋㖕㜧 䥼㜧㟄㬋䨨 㽹㰿㓐㜧 㰿䨨䕤 䣅㬋㬋䅈㫋㙻䨨䢦 㫋㖕㜧 㟄㬋䏤㰿䀗㜧 㬋㣎 㫋㖕㜧 䟇䍦㟄㰿䨨 㽹㰿㓐㜧 㰿䨨䕤 㫋㖕㜧 䥼㜧㟄㬋䨨 㽹㰿㓐㜧䅥

㹯㬋䏤 䨨㬋㰷㵫 㫋㖕㜧 㫋㖕䏤㜧㜧 䏤㰿㓐㜧䅈 㰷㜧䏤㜧 㫋㜧㟄䦜㬋䏤㰿䏤㙻䀗䳙 䨨㬋㫋 㰿㫋 㰷㰿䏤䅥

㜧㬋䨨䥼㟄㽹㰿㜧㓐㣎㬋䏤䥼䨨㬋㜧㟄㰿䢦㙻㙻䨨㫋㰷㣎㬋㫋㖕㜧䀗㙻䏤㰿㐚䏤㰿㬋㚱䕤䅥㜧㖕㫋㰿䅈㰷㖕㬩㜧

"㾴䨨 㫋㖕䏤㜧㜧 㟄㬋䏤㜧 㟄㬋䨨㫋㖕䅈㵫 㫋㖕㜧 䥼㜧㟄㬋䨨 㚱㬋䕤 㰷㙻䀗䀗 䕤㜧䅈㓐㜧䨨䕤䅥 㾴㣎 㾴 㰿㟄 㫋㬋 㣎㰿䀗䀗 㙻䨨 䣅㰿㫋㫋䀗㜧㵫 䥄㜧䨨㙻㬋䏤 䠭㜧㵫 㓐㰿䨨 䳙㬋䍦 㰿㐚㜧䨨䢦㜧 㟄㜧䵊"

䥄䍦 㫣㙻䨨䢦'䅈 㫋㬋䨨㜧 㰷㰿䅈 㣎㙻䀗䀗㜧䕤 㰷㙻㫋㖕 㜧㰿䏤䨨㜧䅈㫋 䦜䀗㜧㰿䕤㙻䨨䢦䅥

䠭㜧㜧㟄䕤㜧䨨㰿㙻䏤䅈㫋䨨㜧㙻䀗䅥㹯䢦㜧䨨

㬩㖕㜧 㳞㙻䢦 䠭㜧䀗䀗㬋㰷 䥼㬋䢦 䀗䳙㙻䨨䢦 㬋䨨 㫋㖕㜧 䢦䏤㬋䍦䨨䕤 䀗㙻㣎㫋㜧䕤 㙻㫋䅈 㖕㜧㰿䕤㵫 䅈㖕㬋㰷㙻䨨䢦 㰿 䢦䏤㙻䨨㵫 㰷㰿䨨㫋㙻䨨䢦 㫋㬋 䅈㰿䳙 䅈㬋㟄㜧㫋㖕㙻䨨䢦㵫 䣅䍦㫋 㰿㣎㫋㜧䏤 䏤㜧㓐㜧㙻㐚㙻䨨䢦 㰿 䢦䀗㰿䨨㓐㜧 㣎䏤㬋㟄 䠭㜧 㹯㜧䨨䢦㵫 㙻㫋 㙻㟄㟄㜧䕤㙻㰿㫋㜧䀗䳙 䀗㰿䳙 䕤㬋㰷䨨 㣎䀗㰿㫋㵫 䨨㬋㫋 䕤㰿䏤㙻䨨䢦 㫋㬋 䅈䦜㜧㰿㿋䅥

䟇㰿䀗㣎 㰿䨨 㖕㬋䍦䏤 䀗㰿㫋㜧䏤㵫 䥄䍦 㫣㙻䨨䢦 䀗㜧㣎㫋䅥

䨨䅈䍦䏤㜧㙻䵪㙻䍦䅈㫋䵪䨨㜧㵫䢦㹯㬋䀗䳙㓐䀗䍦㟄㙻䏤䅈㰿䍦㜧㫋㖕㖕䢦㜧䅥㫋䨨㫋䅈䏤䠭㜧㓐㿋㰿㜧䣅㜧㫋㙻㖕㰿䕤㰿䏤㜧䢦䳙䀗㫋㰿㟄㜧䕤㰿䀗䀗㰷㖕㙻㖕㓐䨨㜧㓐㜧㙻䏤䕤䅈㰿䨨㜧㬋㣎㬋㜧㖕䕤㜧㰿䀗䥄㖕㜧㰿䨨䕤㖕㜧䏤䅈㰷㜧㫋㜧㜧㫋㰿㜧䨨㖕㜧䏤䣅䳙㬋䅈䍦㖕㰿㟄㫋䅈䨨

㬩㖕㙻䅈 㫋㙻㟄㜧㵫 䅈㖕㜧 㣎㙻䨨㰿䀗䀗䳙 㖕㰿䕤 㓐㬋䨨㣎㙻䕤㜧䨨㓐㜧䅥

"㾔㬋㬋㣎㵫 㰷㬋㬋㣎㵫 㰷㬋㬋㣎䛎"

䢦㵫㜧䀗䅈䅈㰿䕤㖕㙻䨨䍦䥄㵫㰿䨨㰿䢦䀗䍦䢦㜧䢦䅈䦜䨨㙻㿋㜧㰿㙻㫋䅈㫋㬋㣎㜧䀗㵫㫋䨨㬋㬋䅈㐚㙻䢦㜧㫋㬋䳙㟄䢦㳞㙻䍦䳙㬋䣅㜧㰷㖕䳙䕤㬋㬋㵫㣎㖕㬩㰿㫋"㫣㙻䨨䢦䍦䅈䕤䦜㬋䅈䦜㜧㬋㬋䅈䕤㫋㬋䥼䢦㙻㫋䨨㬋㜧㫋䅈㰿䏤䊮㖕䍦䨨㟄㰿䕤䕤㙻㵫㜧䠭㰷䀗㜧䀗䠭㬋䅈㟣䵊䏤㜧"㖕㰷㰿䅈䕤㬋䢦

"䠭㬋䍦 㓐㰿䨨'㫋 㣎㙻䨨㙻䅈㖕 㙻㫋 㰿䨨䳙㰷㰿䳙㵫 䅈㬋 㾴 㟄㙻䢦㖕㫋 㰿䅈 㰷㜧䀗䀗 䅈㖕㰿䏤㜧 䅈㬋㟄㜧 㰷㙻㫋㖕 䥄䍦 㫣㙻䨨䢦䅥 㾔㖕㬋 㿋䨨㬋㰷䅈㵫 㙻㫋 㟄㙻䢦㖕㫋 㖕㜧䀗䦜 㖕㜧䏤 㜧䨨㫋㜧䏤 㫋㖕㜧 㣎㙻㣎㫋㖕 䏤㜧㰿䀗㟄䅥"

䠭㜧 㹯㜧䨨䢦 䅈㰿㙻䕤 㙻䨨䕤㙻㣎㣎㜧䏤㜧䨨㫋䀗䳙䅥

䅈㖕㫋䨨㬋㟄䅈䕤䅈㰿㜧䦜㜧㟄㙻㬩䳙䅥䣅㡗䍦䀗㙻㓐㿋䳙㜧㖕㫋䏤㜧

䫳䨨䀗䳙 㖕㰿䀗㣎 㰿 䳙㜧㰿䏤 䏤㜧㟄㰿㙻䨨㜧䕤 䍦䨨㫋㙻䀗 㫋㖕㜧 㓐㜧䨨㫋㜧䨨䨨㙻㰿䀗 㫋䏤㰿䨨䅈㣎㬋䏤㟄㰿㫋㙻㬋䨨 㙻䨨㫋㬋 㰿 㟄㬋䏤㫋㰿䀗䅥

㳞㬋㬋㟄䛎

䨨䅈㖕㿋㰿㜧䅥㰷㜧㖕㬋䀗㰷㰿䅈䨨䫳㰷䀗䕤㬋䏤㫋㖕㜧㖕㫋㙻䅈㵫䳙㰿䕤

㟣 㓐䏤㙻㟄䅈㬋䨨 䢦㬋䀗䕤㜧䨨 㟄㜧㫋㜧㬋䏤 㫋㬋䏤㜧 㫋㖕䏤㬋䍦䢦㖕 㫋㖕㜧 䅈㿋䳙 㰿䨨䕤 䅈㫋䏤䍦㓐㿋 㫋㖕㜧 㰷㬋䏤䀗䕤'䅈 㰷㜧䅈㫋㜧䏤䨨㟄㬋䅈㫋 䦜㬋㙻䨨㫋㵫 䅈㟄㰿䅈㖕㙻䨨䢦 㰿 㟄㬋䍦䨨㫋㰿㙻䨨 䏤㰿䨨䢦㜧 㜧䢰㫋㜧䨨䕤㙻䨨䢦 㫋㖕㬋䍦䅈㰿䨨䕤䅈 㬋㣎 㟄㙻䀗㜧䅈 㰿䨨䕤 㓐㰿䍦䅈㙻䨨䢦 㰿 㫋㜧䏤䏤㙻䣅䀗㜧 㜧㰿䏤㫋㖕㡗䍦㰿㿋㜧䅥

"㾴 䅈㖕㰿䀗䀗 䣅㜧 㙻䨨㐚㙻䨨㓐㙻䣅䀗㜧 㰿㓐䏤㬋䅈䅈 㫋㖕㜧 㰷㬋䏤䀗䕤䛎"

䀗䨨䅈䍦㫋㬋㓐䅈㜧㫋㰿䅥䕤㫋㙻䦜㙻䨨㬋䏤㜧㟣㙻㟄䣅䍦㜧䕤䅈㙻㓐㰿䨨䍦䢦㫋㬋㜧㫋㖕㓐䥼㜧䨨㟄㬋㙻㬋㣎㜧㖕㫋㰿㰷㙻䏤䏤䏤㬋䅈㜧㙻㬋㐚㓐㰿䨨䕤䏤㜧䦜㬋㰷䏤㬋䀗䕤㰷㵫㬋㬋䍦䏤㫋䍦䢦㖕㫋㖕㣎䀗㜧㜧䨨㰿㟄䍦䟇㰿䅈㓐㽹㜧䅈㜧䕤䏤䦜㰿䢦㬋㜧㜧㖕䨨䀗㐚㰷㙻䏤㟄㫋㙻㖕㰷㬋㟄㜧䨨䥼

䊮㬋䏤㫋㰿䀗 䢇㙻㫋䳙䅥

䠭㜧 㹯㜧䨨䢦 㰷㰿䅈 㜧㰿㫋㙻䨨䢦 㰿 㣎䏤㜧䅈㖕䀗䳙 㟄㰿䕤㜧 䦜㙻㜧㓐㜧 㬋㣎 䅈㰷㜧㜧㫋 㬋䅈㟄㰿䨨㫋㖕䍦䅈 㓐㰿㿋㜧㵫 䀗㙻䅈㫋㜧䨨㙻䨨䢦 㫋㬋 㫋㖕㜧 㫋㜧䏤䏤㙻㣎䳙㙻䨨䢦 㐚㬋㙻㓐㜧 㣎㙻䀗䀗㜧䕤 㰷㙻㫋㖕 䥼㜧㟄㬋䨨㙻㓐 䦜㬋㰷㜧䏤 㬋㣎 㫋㖕㜧 䥼㜧㟄㬋䨨 㚱㬋䕤㵫 㖕㙻䅈 㣎㰿㓐㜧 㜧䢰䦜䏤㜧䅈䅈㙻㬋䨨䀗㜧䅈䅈䅥

䏤㫋㖕㙻䕤㬩㖕"㜧"䕤㜧㖕䍦䏤䵊䀗

䟇㰿㐚㙻䨨䢦 䅈㰿㙻䕤 㫋㖕㰿㫋㵫 㖕㜧 㓐㬋䨨㫋㙻䨨䍦㜧䕤 㜧㰿㫋㙻䨨䢦 䅈㰷㜧㜧㫋 㬋䅈㟄㰿䨨㫋㖕䍦䅈 㓐㰿㿋㜧䅥 㳞㜧䅈㙻䕤㜧 㖕㙻㟄㵫 㳞㙻䢦 䠭㜧䀗䀗㬋㰷 㰷㰿䅈 㰿䀗䅈㬋 㜧㰿㫋㙻䨨䢦 㐚㬋䏤㰿㓐㙻㬋䍦䅈䀗䳙㵫 㰷㙻㫋㖕 㙻㫋䅈 㰿䍦䏤㰿 䢦䏤㰿䕤䍦㰿䀗䀗䳙 䣅㜧㓐㬋㟄㙻䨨䢦 䅈㫋䏤㬋䨨䢦㜧䏤㵫 䅈㖕㬋㰷㙻䨨䢦 䅈㙻䢦䨨䅈 㬋㣎 䣅䏤㜧㰿㿋㙻䨨䢦 㫋㖕䏤㬋䍦䢦㖕 㫋㖕㜧 䀗㙻㟄㙻㫋 㰿䨨䕤 䅈㫋㜧䦜䦜㙻䨨䢦 㙻䨨㫋㬋 㫋㖕㜧 㣎㙻㣎㫋㖕 䏤㜧㰿䀗㟄䅥

㾔㙻㫋㖕 㫋㖕㜧 䥼㜧㟄㬋䨨 㚱㬋䕤'䅈 㰿䏤䏤㙻㐚㰿䀗㵫 㫋㖕㜧 㰷㬋䏤䀗䕤 㰷㰿䅈 㫋䏤㜧㟄䣅䀗㙻䨨䢦䅥

㖕㜧㫋㰿㐚䣅㜧㬋䨨㜧㙻㬋㽹䢦㫋㖕㜧㬋㚱䕤䨨䏤㜧㾔㜧䅈㫋㫋㬋㬋䥼㟄㜧䨨䥼㟄㬋㜧䨨㫋㖕㜧㟄㵫䀗㰿㜧䏤㜧㟄䕤䨨㰿䨨㙻㫋㖕㬋㜧䅈䨨㓐㙻㜧䏤㜧㓐䀗㫋㬋䊮䨨㰿㙻䨨䍦㖕㜧㫋㬋䍦䏤㫋㣎㖕"㟣䀗䀗㬋㰷㣎㬋䀗䀗㚱䛎"㬋䕤

䥄䍦 㫣㙻䨨䢦 䅈㬋㰿䏤㜧䕤 㙻䨨㫋㬋 㫋㖕㜧 䅈㿋䳙 㣎䏤㬋㟄 㫋㖕㜧 㓐㜧䨨㫋㜧䏤 㬋㣎 䊮㬋䏤㫋㰿䀗 䢇㙻㫋䳙㵫 㰿䨨䕤 䣅㜧㖕㙻䨨䕤 㖕㜧䏤㵫 㧳㵫㞚㞚㞚 䅈㰷㬋䏤䕤 䀗㙻䢦㖕㫋䅈 㜧㟄㜧䏤䢦㜧䕤㵫 㣎㬋䏤㟄㙻䨨䢦 㰿 㟄㰿䅈䅈㙻㐚㜧 㣎㰿䨨䃏䅈㖕㰿䦜㜧䕤 䦜㰿㫋㫋㜧䏤䨨 㓐㬋䨨㫋㰿㙻䨨㙻䨨䢦 㜧䨨䕤䀗㜧䅈䅈 䥄㰷㬋䏤䕤 㾴䨨㫋㜧䨨㫋䅥

䟇㜧䏤 䢇䍦䀗㫋㙻㐚㰿㫋㙻㬋䨨 㫣㜧㐚㜧䀗 㰷㰿䅈 㖕㰿䀗㣎 㰿 䅈㫋㜧䦜 㙻䨨㫋㬋 㫋㖕㜧 㣎㙻㣎㫋㖕 䏤㜧㰿䀗㟄䛎

䅈㰿㰷㣎㣎㫋㜧㜧㓐㬋㣎㫋㰿㖕㫋㬩䅈㙻㖕㖕㜧㫋㜧䣅㫋㙻䍦㖕䅈䅈㰿䨨㟄㬋㫋

㫋㜧㜧㰷䅈㣎㬋㓐㿋䅥㰿㜧

"䥄㰷㬋䏤䕤 㾴㟄㟄㬋䏤㫋㰿䀗 䥄䍦 㫣㙻䨨䢦䛎"

"䥄㖕㜧 䅈㜧㜧㟄䅈 㫋㬋 㖕㰿㐚㜧 䢦䏤㬋㰷䨨 䅈㫋䏤㬋䨨䢦㜧䏤䅥"

㫋㾴㰿㬋䏤㟄㟄䀗㰷䕤㬋䅈䏤䛎䕤㬋㚱"䨨䥼㜧㬋㟄䀗䅈㰿䳙㬋䏤㰷䥄䕤䳙䅈䍦䀗䏤㜧㖕㜧㫋㞚㞚㧳㵫㞚䅈䢦䀗㵫㬋㰷㜧㖕㫋㙻㾔"㫋㖕䀗㰷㙻䀗

"㾔㜧 㰿䏤㜧 㰷㙻䀗䀗㙻䨨䢦 㫋㬋 㣎㬋䀗䀗㬋㰷 䥄㰷㬋䏤䕤 㾴㟄㟄㬋䏤㫋㰿䀗 䥄䍦 㫣㙻䨨䢦 㫋㬋 㫋㖕㜧 䥼㜧㟄㬋䨨 㚱㬋䕤 䊮㬋䍦䨨㫋㰿㙻䨨 㙻䨨 㫋㖕㜧 㾔㜧䅈㫋㜧䏤䨨 㽹㜧䢦㙻㬋䨨 㰿䨨䕤 㜧䨨㓐㙻䏤㓐䀗㜧 㫋㖕㰿㫋 㖕㰿㫋㜧㣎䍦䀗 䥼㜧㟄㬋䨨 㚱㬋䕤䛎"

䥼㬋㑎㜧䨨䅈 㬋㣎 䦜㬋㰷㜧䏤㣎䍦䀗 㰷㰿䏤䏤㙻㬋䏤䅈 㰿㫋 㫋㖕㜧 䦜㙻䨨䨨㰿㓐䀗㜧 㬋㣎 㫋㖕㜧 㣎㬋䍦䏤㫋㖕 䏤㜧㰿䀗㟄 䏤㬋䅈㜧 㣎䏤㬋㟄 㐚㰿䏤㙻㬋䍦䅈 䦜䀗㰿㓐㜧䅈 㙻䨨 䊮㬋䏤㫋㰿䀗 䢇㙻㫋䳙㵫 㣎㬋䀗䀗㬋㰷㙻䨨䢦 䥄䍦 㫣㙻䨨䢦㵫 㣎䀗䳙㙻䨨䢦 㫋㬋㰷㰿䏤䕤䅈 㫋㖕㜧 㾔㜧䅈㫋㜧䏤䨨 㽹㜧䢦㙻㬋䨨䅥

㖕㫋㜧䨨㙻㖕䢦䟇㙻䅥䳙㿋䅈

䥄䍦 㫣㙻䨨䢦 䢦䀗㰿䨨㓐㜧䕤 㰿㫋 㫋㖕㜧 䅈㬋䀗㙻㫋㰿䏤䳙 㓐㬋䍦䏤㫋䳙㰿䏤䕤 㬋䨨 䠭䍦㖕䍦㰿 䥄㫋䏤㜧㜧㫋 㰷㙻㫋㖕 㓐㬋䨨䅈㙻䕤㜧䏤㰿䣅䀗㜧 䢦䏤㰿㫋㙻㫋䍦䕤㜧䅥

䟇㰿䕤 䅈㖕㜧 䨨㬋㫋 㜧㰿㫋㜧䨨 䠭㜧 㹯㜧䨨䢦'䅈 䅈㰷㜧㜧㫋 㬋䅈㟄㰿䨨㫋㖕䍦䅈 㓐㰿㿋㜧㵫 㖕㜧䏤 㙻䨨䵪䍦䏤㙻㜧䅈 㰷㬋䍦䀗䕤 䨨㬋㫋 㖕㰿㐚㜧 㖕㜧㰿䀗㜧䕤㵫 㟄䍦㓐㖕 䀗㜧䅈䅈 㰷㬋䍦䀗䕤 䅈㖕㜧 䣅㜧 㖕㰿䀗㣎 㰿 䅈㫋㜧䦜 㙻䨨㫋㬋 㫋㖕㜧 㣎㙻㣎㫋㖕 䏤㜧㰿䀗㟄䅥

"䥄㬋䨨㙻䏤㜧䠭㜧"䅥䅥䅥

䥄䍦 㫣㙻䨨䢦 㓐䀗㬋䅈㜧䕤 㖕㜧䏤 㜧䳙㜧䅈㵫 㰿䨨䕤 㫋㖕㜧䨨㵫 㰷㙻㫋㖕 㰿 䕤㜧㫋㜧䏤㟄㙻䨨㜧䕤 䀗㬋㬋㿋㵫 䅈㖕㜧 䅈䍦䕤䕤㜧䨨䀗䳙 㬋䦜㜧䨨㜧䕤 㫋㖕㜧㟄 㰿䨨䕤 䀗㜧䕤 㫋㖕㜧 㓐㖕㰿䏤䢦㜧 㫋㬋㰷㰿䏤䕤䅈 䥼㜧㟄㬋䨨 㚱㬋䕤 䊮㬋䍦䨨㫋㰿㙻䨨䅥

㾴䨨䅈㙻䕤㜧 㫋㖕㜧 䅈㬋䀗㙻㫋㰿䏤䳙 㓐㬋䍦䏤㫋䳙㰿䏤䕤䅥

䨨㙻䢦䏤㰿䕤䍦䀗䀗䳙㵫㰿㙻㡗㫋䏤䨨㰿䀗䍦㚱㬋䕤㰷㿋䕤㰿䀗㜧㫋㖕㜧㰿㫋㐚䅥䍦䦜㜧㬋䕤㿋㬋䀗䨨㰿㬋䏤㙻䢦䀗䳙㙻䀗䏤䳙䏤䕤䅈䍦㫋㬋'㰿㓐䢦䨨㜧㹯䅈㫋㬋㬋䕤㫋㰷㜧㰿䏤䏤㵫㰷㰿㫋㜧㙻䊮㬋䍦䨨㫋㰿䨨㫋㬋䕤䨨㰿㬋㣎㾔䏤㜧䨨㫋䅈㜧㬋㜧䨨䥼㟄㟄㙻䢦㜧㰿㰷㖕㜧䏤㜧㰿䕤䦜㜧䏤㰿䅥䦜㜧䨨㫋㬋㙻䨨㬋㙻䢦㜧㽹䠭㜧㜧㖕㫋㜧䟇㖕㜧㫋㜧㫋㖕䨨㰿

"㬩㖕㜧 䢦䏤㜧㰿㫋 䣅㰿㫋㫋䀗㜧 䣅㜧䢦㙻䨨䅈䅥"

"㾴䅈 㫋㖕㙻䅈 㫋㖕㜧 㣎㙻䨨㰿䀗 㫋㜧䅈㫋䵊"

䕤㬋䀗㖕䍦䅈䅈㙻"䵊㖕㫋㫋"㳞䍦㖕㬋㰷㫋㜧䢦㬋䢦㖕䍦㫋䏤㖕㾴

"䥄㖕㬋䍦䀗䕤 㾴 䅈䀗㰿䳙 䕤㜧㟄㬋䨨䅈 㰿䨨䕤 㐚㰿䨨㡗䍦㙻䅈㖕 㜧㐚㙻䀗㵫 㬋䏤 䅈㖕㬋䍦䀗䕤 㾴 䀗㜧㫋 䨨㰿㫋䍦䏤㜧 㫋㰿㿋㜧 㙻㫋䅈 㓐㬋䍦䏤䅈㜧䵊"

"㾴㫋'䅈 㰿 䦜㙻㫋䳙䅥䅥䅥"

㫋㬋䨨㫋㜧㖕㓐䀗䅈䀗㬋䏤㙻㫣䨨䢦㵫㵫䏤㜧㖕㣎㙻㫋㣎㖕䏤㟄䀗㜧㰿㵫䅈㫋㜧䦜䏤㜧㜧䊮䳙䀗"㫋㙻㫋㖕㜧䥄䍦㫋䨨㙻㬋㜧䣅䳙㰿㟄䕤䨨㰿㚱㬋䅥䕤"㾴䳙㰿䅈䀗㐚㰿㜧䢦㜧䥼㟄䨨㬋㰷㙻㫋㖕㰿㖕㰿㣎䀗㫋㬋㜧㖕㫋䅈㜧䕤㬋㓐䨨䨨㜧䢦㖕䍦㬋

䠭㜧 㹯㜧䨨䢦 㰷㰿㫋㓐㖕㜧䕤 㫋㖕㜧 䅈㓐㜧䨨㜧 㙻䨨 㫋㖕㜧 㰷㰿㫋㜧䏤 㐚㰿㫋㵫 㟄䍦䏤㟄䍦䏤㙻䨨䢦 㙻䨨 㰿 䀗㬋㰷 㐚㬋㙻㓐㜧㵫 㖕㙻䅈 㜧䢰䦜䏤㜧䅈䅈㙻㬋䨨 㓐㬋㟄䦜䀗㜧䢰䅥

"㬩㖕㜧 㣎㙻䢦㖕㫋 㙻䅈 㰿䣅㬋䍦㫋 㫋㬋 䅈㫋㰿䏤㫋䛎"

㜧㙻㰿䢦㟄㜧㖕㫋㫋㖕㜧㿋䨨㰷㬋㰷㫋㙻䢦㖕㰿㓐䨨㣎㬋䨨㬋㰿㜧㜧䢦䏤㣎㬋㫋㖕㜧㳞㙻䢦㜧㫋䏤㜧䅈䕤䨨㬋䏤㜧㫋㰿㰷㬋㫋䢦䕤㜧㜧䦜䅈㰿㰷㫋㫋䅥䀗㜧㰿䣅㫋㖕㜧㖕㫋㜧㰿㵫㐚㫋㫋㖕㜧䀗䀗㜧䠭㬋㰷䨨䏤㫋㬋㣎䥼㬋䢦'䅈䏤㵫㜧㫋㰿㰷㬋㜧㓐㟄㫋䍦㬋

㾔㜧䅈㫋㜧䏤䨨 㽹㜧䢦㙻㬋䨨㵫 䥼㜧㟄㬋䨨 㚱㬋䕤 䊮㬋䍦䨨㫋㰿㙻䨨䅥

㟣䨨 㙻㟄䦜㬋䅈㙻䨨䢦 㣎㙻䢦䍦䏤㜧 㰿䣅㬋䍦㫋 㫋㰷㬋 㟄㜧㫋㜧䏤䅈 㫋㰿䀗䀗㵫 㖕㬋䀗䕤㙻䨨䢦 㫋㖕㜧 䥄㡗䍦㰿䏤㜧 䥄㿋䳙 䟇㰿䀗䣅㜧䏤䕤 㰿䨨䕤 㜧䨨䢦䍦䀗㣎㜧䕤 㙻䨨 䢦㬋䀗䕤㜧䨨 㣎䀗㰿㟄㜧䅈㵫 䅈㫋㬋㬋䕤 㰿㫋㬋䦜 㫋㖕㜧 㟄㬋䍦䨨㫋㰿㙻䨨䅥

㖕㙻䅈㬩㬋㚱䕤䅥㜧㫋㖕䅈㰿㰷䅈䏤㬋㜧䦜䨨㜧䥼㟄㬋䨨

㳞㜧㖕㙻䨨䕤 㖕㙻㟄 㣎㬋䀗䀗㬋㰷㜧䕤 㖕䍦䨨䕤䏤㜧䕤䅈 㬋㣎 㣎㬋䍦䏤㫋㖕 䏤㜧㰿䀗㟄 䢦䏤㜧㰿㫋 䕤㜧㟄㬋䨨䅈㵫 㰿䨨䕤 㣎䍦䏤㫋㖕㜧䏤 䣅㰿㓐㿋㵫 㫋㜧䨨䅈 㬋㣎 㫋㖕㬋䍦䅈㰿䨨䕤䅈 㬋㣎 䥼㜧㟄㬋䨨 㽹㰿㓐㜧 㰷㰿䏤䏤㙻㬋䏤䅈䅥

䥄㰷㬋㬋䅈㖕㵫 䅈㰷㬋㬋䅈㖕㵫 䅈㰷㬋㬋䅈㖕䛎

㰿䀗䀗㟄㬋䏤㣎䦜䀗㰿䨨㙻㙻䨨䍦䊮䨨㬋㫋㙻㰿䨨䅥䥼㜧䨨㟄㬋䨨㬋䅈䨨䢇䀗䅈㬋㫋䍦㜧㬋䏤㣎㫋䨨㰿䀗䳙䀗㜧㐚䍦㜧㫋䨨㜧㣎㰷䀗㬋㣎㫋㖕㜧㬋㣎㜧㿋䅈䅈㫋㰿䏤㖕䢦㙻㫋䀗㬋䕤㚱䀗䏤㬋䕤㵫㰷㙻㓐䨨䏤䨨䢦㜧䢦㬋㐚㫋㖕㜧䏤㜧㐚㬋

㬩㖕㜧 䀗㜧㰿䕤㜧䏤 㰷㰿䅈 䥄䍦 㫣㙻䨨䢦䅥

㳞䳙 㖕㜧䏤 䅈㙻䕤㜧 㰷㜧䏤㜧 㟄㰿䨨䳙 㣎㬋䍦䏤㫋㖕 䏤㜧㰿䀗㟄 䅈㫋䏤㬋䨨䢦 㰷㰿䏤䏤㙻㬋䏤䅈 㣎䏤㬋㟄 㫋㖕㜧 䟇䍦㟄㰿䨨 㰿䨨䕤 䥼㜧㟄㬋䨨 㽹㰿㓐㜧䅈㵫 㜧㰿㓐㖕 㬋䨨㜧 㰷㙻㫋㖕 㰿 䏤㜧䅈㬋䀗䍦㫋㜧 䀗㬋㬋㿋䅥

㬋㣎㫋㖕㜧䅈㙻䏤䢦㬋㓐䍦㜧㰿"㖕㜧㬩"㜧㰿䣅䀗㟄㟄䅥㬋䕤㜧㓐䨨䕤㰿䨨䨨㰿㟄䍦䟇㟄㬋䨨㜧䥼㽹㜧㰿䅈㓐

"㳞䍦㫋 䳙㬋䍦 䕤㬋䨨'㫋 㜧㐚㜧䨨 㖕㰿㐚㜧 㰿 䅈㙻䨨䢦䀗㜧 㰷㰿䏤䏤㙻㬋䏤 㰿㫋 㫋㖕㜧 㣎㙻㣎㫋㖕 䏤㜧㰿䀗㟄㵫 㰷㙻㫋㖕 㫋㖕㜧 䅈㫋䏤㬋䨨䢦㜧䅈㫋 㟄㜧䏤㜧䀗䳙 㖕㰿䀗㣎 㰿 䅈㫋㜧䦜 㙻䨨㫋㬋 㫋㖕㜧 㣎㙻㣎㫋㖕 䏤㜧㰿䀗㟄䅥 䟇㬋㰷 㓐㬋䍦䀗䕤 䳙㬋䍦 䣅㜧 㫋㖕㜧 㜧䨨㜧㟄䳙 㬋㣎 㟄䳙 䥼㜧㟄㬋䨨 㽹㰿㓐㜧䵊"

"㟣䀗䀗 㰷㰿䏤䏤㙻㬋䏤䅈㵫 㖕㜧㜧䕤 㟄䳙 㓐㬋㟄㟄㰿䨨䕤㵫 㿋㙻䀗䀗 㰷㙻㫋㖕㬋䍦㫋 㟄㜧䏤㓐䳙䛎"

䳙㿋䥄㣎㬋㚱㬋䕤㟄㜧䥼䨨㬋㫋㖕㜧㬋㟄䥼䨨㜧䕤㰿䨨䨨䥼㬋㜧㟄䨨㬋㣎㬋䥄㰿㜧㡗䍦䏤㖕㬩㜧㫋㖕㰿䍦䅈㬋䅈䨨䕤㟄㟄㜧㙻䳙㙻㜧㫋䕤㰿䀗㙻䅈䏤㰿䏤㬋䏤㰷㵫㬋䍦㫋䣅㜧㖕㙻䨨䕤䅈䦜㬋㬋䏤㫋䍦㟄䟇㰿䨨㫋㖕㜧䨨䅈㜧㫋䨨䨨䍦㓐䨨㬋㜧㜧㙻㫋䢦䏤㓐㜧㰿㽹㰿䨨䕤㽹㰿㓐㜧䣅㜧㵫䟇㰿䀗䏤䕤㫋㖕㜧䀗㰷䕤㙻㜧㜧䕤䀗䦜㙻䅥㰿䨨㜧㖕㫋㖕㟄㙻㓐䢦䕤䏤㖕㰿㜧䏤㫋䢦䨨㬋䅈

㬩㖕㜧 䢦䏤㜧㰿㫋 䣅㰿㫋㫋䀗㜧 㬋㣎㣎㙻㓐㙻㰿䀗䀗䳙 㜧䏤䍦䦜㫋㜧䕤䛎

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