Immortal Supreme: Sovereign of the Grand Dao-Chapter 251: First Round, First Win

After Arthur took his seat, which was close to where the strongest disciples from other powers were seated, a hush fell over the arena.

The atmosphere was tense with anticipation as the referee for the matches stepped forward to announce the process for determining opponents.

"We will now draw lots for the first round of battles," the referee declared, his voice echoing across the massive stadium.

A series of murmurs rippled through the crowd as everyone prepared to receive their numbers.

Soon, the disciples each received a token marked with a number.

An array device, glowing faintly with spiritual energy, was brought forward.

Its simple purpose was to randomly match two numbers together, deciding who would fight whom.

Arthur glanced at his token, marked with the number 219, before calmly placing it in his pocket.

He observed the other contestants, who ranged from visibly nervous to completely indifferent.

A few wore cocky smirks, clearly confident in their strength.

When the matches were decided, the referee began assigning the fighters to their respective battle rings.

Each ring, reinforced with a protective barrier, shimmered faintly with the glow of spiritual energy.

Once everyone took their place, the contestants began sizing up their opponents.

Some stared their rivals down with focused determination, while others wore casual expressions, barely acknowledging the person they were about to face.

The tension was palpable, with every movement and glance scrutinized by the spectators.

Among the crowd of contestants, one individual stood out—Sun Wukong. Quiet and unassuming, he had joined the contest purely to fight strong opponents, hoping to find someone worthy of his abilities.

However, so far, he had been disappointed.

His opponents were weak, unable to push him to even half of his strength.

Boredom was written all over his face as he sat cross-legged, casually twirling a staff between his fingers.

His first opponent, a disciple of the Fire Spirit Sect, glared at him with barely concealed anger.

The Fire Spirit Sect was a prestigious sect known for recruiting those with exceptional flame-element affinity.

The disciple couldn't help but feel insulted by Sun Wukong's nonchalant attitude.

To see his opponent sitting there, seemingly uninterested, with one hand prickling his ears, was a slap to his pride.

The referee's booming voice interrupted the tense silence. "Let the battles begin! Fight!"

The moment the words left his mouth, chaos erupted in the arena.

Techniques flew in every direction as contestants sprang into action.

Bright flashes of light and the sound of clashing attacks filled the air.

Bang!

Many contestants adhered to the principle of using their strongest moves right from the start, hoping to overwhelm their opponents before they could react or deploy trump cards.

Spectators cheered wildly, pointing and shouting as they watched the battles unfold.

Some cheered for their acquaintances, while others cursed contestants who struggled against weaker foes.

It was chaos in harmony—a strange yet captivating sight.

On Sun Wukong's stage, the Fire Spirit Sect disciple wasted no time.

With a shout, he summoned his Martial Spirit, a majestic Red Flame Lion.

The lion's fiery mane crackled like a roaring inferno, its golden eyes locked onto Sun Wukong with predatory focus.

"Roar!"

Under the disciple's command, the lion attacked, its claws glowing like molten iron.

The disciple synchronized his movements with his Martial Spirit, charging from the opposite direction to flank Sun Wukong.

His strategy was clear—attack from both sides and leave his opponent no room to escape.

But Sun Wukong barely reacted. He remained seated, balancing his staff across his lap.

His calm demeanor only served to irritate his opponent further.

When the disciple saw his attacks closing in, he smirked confidently.

'Easy win,' he thought, certain that his opponent was underestimating him.

Boom!

A burst of flames engulfed the spot where Sun Wukong had been sitting.

Smoke and dust swirled into the air, obscuring the battlefield.

The Fire Spirit Sect disciple's smirk widened, but it quickly vanished when he realized something was wrong.

There was no collision. No sound of impact.

Then, from above, a voice rang out, light and mocking. "So slow. I had to wait a thousand years just for your puny attack to get close."

The disciple looked up in shock. Sun Wukong was perched atop his staff, balanced perfectly as if he were standing on the branch of a tree.

Those who were watching this particular match erupted into laughter and cheers at the sight.

At that moment, an announcement echoed across the stadium. "Stage 17, Winner Number 219!"

It was Arthur's stage. His opponent had surrendered the moment the match began.

Gasps filled the air as the crowd turned their attention to Arthur's ring.

His opponent had not only forfeited but knelt down in submission, trembling with fear.

His eyes darted around wildly as if he had seen something terrifying.

Arthur descended from the stage with an indifferent expression, as though nothing noteworthy had occurred.

He returned to his seat, ignoring the confused murmurs from the spectators.

When the other contestants saw that a match had already concluded, the atmosphere shifted.

Arthur's swift victory seemed to light a fire in their spirits.

The more powerful fighters, unwilling to fall behind, began unleashing their true strength to finish their matches quickly.

Sun Wukong, who had been watching with mild interest, turned his gaze toward Arthur's stage.

He grinned. "As expected of that monster," he muttered to himself.

Then, he turned back to his own match, his eyes glinting with newfound determination.

"Looks like I'll have to stop playing around."

"You dare to look away in a fight?!" the Fire Spirit Sect disciple roared, his pride stung by Sun Wukong's lack of attention.

He launched another attack.

"Incinerating Flame Claw!"

A massive claw made entirely of flames materialized in the air, descending upon Sun Wukong with immense heat and power.

Sun Wukong's response was simple.

He leapt into the air, his staff spinning like a blur as it met the fiery claw head-on.

The disciple smirked. "Combust!" he shouted, triggering the attack to explode.

Boom!

A deafening explosion rocked the stage, flames and smoke obscuring everything.

The Fire Spirit Sect disciple stood tall, confident that he had won. But as the smoke cleared, his expression twisted in disbelief.

Sun Wukong was unscathed, descending from the air with his staff raised high.

The disciple barely had time to process what was happening before the staff struck him with devastating force.

Bang!

The disciple crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

"Stage 24, Winner Number 301!" the referee announced.

Sun Wukong twirled his staff and rested it on his shoulders, a satisfied grin on his face. "Too easy."

As the first round concluded, half of the contestants were eliminated.

The remaining half advanced to the second round.

A short break was announced, allowing the fighters to recuperate before the next set of matches.

Arthur remained seated, his expression calm and unreadable.

Sun Wukong glanced at him from across the arena, his grin widening. 'This tournament might not be so boring after all.'

Have I returned? I guess I have. If that makes you happy, some golden tickets and power stones will do to motivate me.

䋩㑜㑜㗃䫬䘨䊶㓰㲑 爐 魯䫬㤊㑜䊶䘨㑜㗃䘨䘨䝣㲑䘨䝣䭽䢧䝣䘨㗃㑜 㑜䫬䕽㑜㮠䊶䭽㲑䊶䕽䯝䭽 老 㑜䘨䭽䯝㗃䢞䘨㮠䘨㗃䘨㫐" 䋩䯝䏄盧 䘨"㲑䢧㓰㲑㮠䋩䘨㓰 老 㗃㲑䊶㓰㑜䏄䋩䯝䊶䝣㲑䫬㮠䘨爐䭽䭽㤊㤊㗃䏄㮠㑜盧 㾪䊶㗃䘨魯㑜䘨㣡䘨㗃㑜䝣㮠䋩㲑䘨䫬㑜䋩 蘆 路 䛶䋩㮠䝣䯝

"㟅䊶䭽㿬䛶䯝䘨 㑜䋩 䊶䫬㲑䘨㮠䝣 㑜㗃䘨 䯝䭽㮠㤊 㑳䭽㑜㗃䭽㮠 㑜㗃䘨 㑜䭽㓰䘨 㿬䭽㓰䭽㑜 䊶㿬㿬䋩㑳䘨䝣 㑳䭽㿬㿬 䢞䘨 㲑䋩㮠䫬䭽䝣䘨䯝䘨䝣 䊶䫬 䏄䋩䯝䏄䘨䭽㑜䭽㮠㤊 㑜㗃䘨 㓰䊶㑜㲑㗃㾓" 㑜㗃䘨 䯝䘨䏄䘨䯝䘨䘨 䊶㮠㮠䋩䛶㮠㲑䘨䝣 䭽㮠 䊶 㿬䋩䛶䝣㾓 㲑㿬䘨䊶䯝 㾪䋩䭽㲑䘨䢧

㫐㗃䘨 䕽䊶䯝㑜䭽㲑䭽䕽䊶㮠㑜䫬 㲑䋩㓰䕽㿬䭽䘨䝣㾓 䘨䊶㲑㗃 㓰䋩㾪䭽㮠㤊 㑜䋩㑳䊶䯝䝣 㑜㗃䘨䭽䯝 䕽䯝䘨䊶䫬䫬䭽㤊㮠䘨䝣 䏄䭽㤊㗃㑜䭽㮠㤊 䫬㑜䊶㤊䘨䢧

䫬䯝䭽䏄㑜 䘨䯝㾓䘨㾪 䫬䊶 䊶㗃䝣 㤊䫬䊶䘨㑜 䫬㗃䭽䭽䘨㿬䘨㿬䫬㞶䛶䯝䊶䘨䝣䫬䝣㲑䘨㮠㑳䭽㑜㗃䊶㮠䝣㑜㗃䘨䝣䘨㓰䘨㮠䯝䊶䋩㲑䘨㲑㿬䋩㿬䘨㑜䝣 䢧㮠䛶䝣䋩䯝䭽㮠㑜㗃䘨䘨䫬䊶㓰䝣䘨䕽䝣㿬㞶䭽䊶䫬 䯝䶰䯝㑜㾓䛶㗃䘨㗃㲑㿬䊶㓰䊶䫬

䰁㗃䘨㮠 㗃䘨 䯝䘨䊶㲑㗃䘨䝣 㗃䭽䫬 䕽㿬䊶㑜䏄䋩䯝㓰㾓 㗃䘨 㮠䋩㑜䭽㲑䘨䝣 㗃䭽䫬 䋩䕽䕽䋩㮠䘨㮠㑜 䏄䋩䯝 㑜㗃䭽䫬 䯝䋩䛶㮠䝣—䊶 䏄䊶㓰䭽㿬䭽䊶䯝 䏄䊶㲑䘨 䏄䯝䋩㓰 㑜㗃䘨 㬋䘨䊶㾪䘨㮠㿬㞶 䩓㑳䋩䯝䝣 䩓䘨㲑㑜䢧 㦗㑜 㑳䊶䫬 㮠䋩㮠䘨 䋩㑜㗃䘨䯝 㑜㗃䊶㮠 㛆䯝䘨㤊䋩䯝㾓 䫬䋩㓰䘨䋩㮠䘨 㗃䘨 㗃䊶䝣 䝣䘨䏄䘨䊶㑜䘨䝣 㑜䋩 㑳䭽㮠 㗃䭽䫬 㲑䋩䯝䘨 䝣䭽䫬㲑䭽䕽㿬䘨 䕽䋩䫬䭽㑜䭽䋩㮠 䭽㮠 㑜㗃䘨 㬋䘨䊶㾪䘨㮠㿬㞶 䩓㑳䋩䯝䝣 䩓䘨㲑㑜 䢞䊶㲑䏧 㑜㗃䘨㮠䢧

"㦗㮠㑜䘨䯝䘨䫬㑜䭽㮠㤊䢧 䩓䋩㾓 㞶䋩䛶 㓰䊶㮠䊶㤊䘨䝣 㑜䋩 㓰䊶䏧䘨 䭽㑜 㑜䋩 㑜㗃䭽䫬 䯝䋩䛶㮠䝣㾓" 䶰䯝㑜㗃䛶䯝 䯝䘨㓰䊶䯝䏧䘨䝣 㲑䊶䫬䛶䊶㿬㿬㞶㾓 㗃䭽䫬 㑜䋩㮠䘨 䝣䘨㾪䋩䭽䝣 䋩䏄 䊶㮠㞶 䘨㓰䋩㑜䭽䋩㮠䢧

䋩㮠㗃䘨㮠䛶䯝㟅㤊䯝䋩䭽㑳䫬㑳䢞䯝䋩㾓䋩䯝䯝㾓㛆㤊䘨 㗃㾓㮠䊶䝣 㮠䭽 䘨䝣䏧䋩䋩㿬䋩㑜䘨㗃䯝 䘨㗃㑜䫬㿬㿬㑜䭽㞶㤊㗃 㗃䭽䫬 䘨䊶䝣㗃 㿬䯝䋩䝣䘨䘨㑳㗃䫬䭽 䘨䫬㮠䢧䘨㑜䕽䯝䫬䘨㑜䢧㲑䘨

"㲲䯝䘨㾪䭽䋩䛶䫬㿬㞶㾓 㦗 㗃䊶䝣 㮠䋩 䭽䝣䘨䊶 㦗 㑳䊶䫬 䫬䕽䘨䊶䏧䭽㮠㤊 㑜䋩 㲲䯝䭽㮠㲑䘨 䶰䯝㑜㗃䛶䯝䢧 㲲㿬䘨䊶䫬䘨 䏄䋩䯝㤊䭽㾪䘨 㓰㞶 䘨䊶䯝㿬䭽䘨䯝 䢞䊶䝣 㓰䊶㮠㮠䘨䯝䫬䢧" 㬋䘨 䘨㾪䘨㮠 㤊䊶㾪䘨 䊶 䫬㗃䋩䯝㑜 䢞䋩㑳㾓 㗃䭽䫬 㑜䋩㮠䘨 䕽䋩㿬䭽㑜䘨䢧

䶰䯝㑜㗃䛶䯝 䯝䊶䭽䫬䘨䝣 䊶㮠 䘨㞶䘨䢞䯝䋩㑳㾓 㮠䋩㑜 䘨㓘䕽䘨㲑㑜䭽㮠㤊 㑜㗃䘨 䋩㮠㲑䘨䛠䊶䯝䯝䋩㤊䊶㮠㑜 㞶䋩䛶㮠㤊 㓰䊶㮠 㑜䋩 䊶㲑㑜 䫬䋩 䯝䘨䫬䕽䘨㲑㑜䏄䛶㿬㿬㞶䢧

䋩䝣䝣㮠䘨䝣 㑜䋩 '䫬㑜㦗㑜㗃䘨㑜䊶䕽䫬䢧䢞䘨 㑜䭽㿬䩓㿬㾓 㮠䢧䊶䕽䯝㤊㞶㿬㾪䋩䭽䕽㗃䘨㑜 㮠䭽 䋩㑜䭽㑜㾪䕽㲑㓰䘨䢧"䘨䭽㿬䊶㿬㑜㦗䫬'"㗃䘨 䛶㮠䯝㤊䘨䋩㞶㗃㞶䭽㗃㤊㿬㓰䯝䋩㿬㮠䊶䯝㮠㤊䘨䘨䋩䭽㮠䊶㑜䯝䋩䏄

㛆䯝䘨㤊䋩䯝 䫬䭽㤊㗃䘨䝣 䭽㮠 䯝䘨㿬䭽䘨䏄䢧 㬋䋩㑳䘨㾪䘨䯝㾓 䶰䯝㑜㗃䛶䯝'䫬 㲑䊶䫬䛶䊶㿬 㓰䘨㮠㑜䭽䋩㮠 䋩䏄 "㞶䋩䛶㮠㤊䘨䯝 㤊䘨㮠䘨䯝䊶㑜䭽䋩㮠" 㿬䘨䏄㑜 㗃䭽㓰 㓰䋩㓰䘨㮠㑜䊶䯝䭽㿬㞶 㲑䋩㮠䏄䛶䫬䘨䝣䢧

䰁䊶䫬㮠'㑜 䶰䯝㑜㗃䛶䯝 䫬䛶䕽䕽䋩䫬䘨䝣 㑜䋩 䢞䘨 㑜㗃䘨䭽䯝 䕽䘨䘨䯝䙈 䆱䘨㑜㾓 㑜㗃䘨 㑳䊶㞶 䶰䯝㑜㗃䛶䯝 䫬䕽䋩䏧䘨 䫬䋩䛶㮠䝣䘨䝣 䏄䊶䯝 䋩㿬䝣䘨䯝 䊶㮠䝣 㓰䋩䯝䘨 䕽䯝䋩䏄䋩䛶㮠䝣㾓 䊶䫬 㑜㗃䋩䛶㤊㗃 㗃䘨 㑳䊶䫬 㿬䋩䋩䏧䭽㮠㤊 䝣䋩㑳㮠 䊶㑜 㑜㗃䘨㓰 䏄䯝䋩㓰 䊶 㗃䭽㤊㗃䘨䯝 䕽㿬䊶㮠䘨䢧

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㑜䘨㗃㤊䘨㮠䭽䊶䝣䯝㑜䫬 㗃䭽䏄㿬䘨䫬䢧㓰㿬䝣㑳㿬䘨 㑜䋩 䋩㮠㑜㤊㓽㮠䝣䘨㲑䭽䭽㾓㑜䭽 㮠䋩 䋩䯝㤊䘨䯝㛆

"㫐㗃䊶㮠䏧 㞶䋩䛶㾓 㲲䯝䭽㮠㲑䘨䢧 䜻䛶㑜 䕽㿬䘨䊶䫬䘨 䏧㮠䋩㑳㾓 㦗 㑳䋩㮠'㑜 䏄䋩䯝䏄䘨䭽㑜 㑜㗃䭽䫬 㓰䊶㑜㲑㗃㾓" 㛆䯝䘨㤊䋩䯝 䫬䊶䭽䝣 㑳䭽㑜㗃 䯝䘨㮠䘨㑳䘨䝣 䝣䘨㑜䘨䯝㓰䭽㮠䊶㑜䭽䋩㮠䢧 㬋䭽䫬 㾪䋩䭽㲑䘨 㑳䊶䫬 䏄䭽䯝㓰㾓 䊶㮠䝣 㗃䭽䫬 㤊䊶䨵䘨 㑳䊶䫬 䯝䘨䫬䋩㿬䛶㑜䘨䢧

䶰䯝㑜㗃䛶䯝 䫬㗃䯝䛶㤊㤊䘨䝣 䭽㮠䝣䭽䏄䏄䘨䯝䘨㮠㑜㿬㞶䢧 "䆱䋩䛶䯝 㲑㗃䋩䭽㲑䘨䢧"

䊶㿬䯝䭽䘨䘨䯝 䭽㗃䫬䭽䫬㗃 䘨㿬㗃㲑䝣㮠㲑䘨䢧䯝䊶䘨䏄 㑜'䊶㮠㑳䫬 㮠䯝䘨䋩䫬䊶䯝䋩䏄 䯒䛶㑜䫬䋩㤊䘨䯝㛆䯝 䏄䭽䫬㑜䫬䢧䋩㿬䋩䕽䊶㞶㤊䘨㗃㫐

䰁㗃䘨㮠 䯝䛶㓰䋩䯝䫬 䊶䢞䋩䛶㑜 䶰䯝㑜㗃䛶䯝'䫬 㑜䯝䛶䘨 䭽䝣䘨㮠㑜䭽㑜㞶 䊶䫬 㑜㗃䘨 㲲䯝䭽㮠㲑䘨 䋩䏄 㑜㗃䘨 㬋䊶䯝㑜䏄䭽䘨㿬䝣 㲃㓰䕽䭽䯝䘨 㗃䊶䝣 䫬䕽䯝䘨䊶䝣㾓 㑜㗃䘨䯝䘨 㗃䊶䝣 䢞䘨䘨㮠 䫬䋩㓰䘨 䝣䭽䫬䫬䊶㑜䭽䫬䏄䊶㲑㑜䭽䋩㮠 䊶㓰䋩㮠㤊 㲑䘨䯝㑜䊶䭽㮠 䭽㮠䝣䭽㾪䭽䝣䛶䊶㿬䫬 㑳㗃䋩 㑳䘨䯝䘨 䘨㮠㾪䭽䋩䛶䫬 䋩䯝 䝣䭽䫬䢞䘨㿬䭽䘨㾪䭽㮠㤊䢧

㬋䋩㑳䘨㾪䘨䯝㾓 䘨㾪䘨䯝㞶㑜㗃䭽㮠㤊 㗃䊶䝣 㲑㗃䊶㮠㤊䘨䝣 㑳㗃䘨㮠 㮠䘨㑳䫬 䢞䯝䋩䏧䘨 㑜㗃䊶㑜 㑜㗃䘨 㗃䘨䊶㾪䘨㮠㿬㞶 䕽㗃䘨㮠䋩㓰䘨㮠䋩㮠 㑜㗃䊶㑜 䘨㮠㲑䋩㓰䕽䊶䫬䫬䘨䝣 㑜㗃䘨 䘨㮠㑜䭽䯝䘨 䩓䋩䛶㑜㗃䘨䯝㮠 㴕䋩㮠㑜䭽㮠䘨㮠㑜 㑳䊶䫬 㲑䊶䛶䫬䘨䝣 䢞㞶 䶰䯝㑜㗃䛶䯝䢧

䊶䭽㑜䕽䘨䋩㮠䊶㾓㿬㑜 㑳䊶䫬 㾪䘨㮠䘨㑜䋩 㤊䭽㮠䫬 㮠㗃䋩䘨䫬䭽㤊㓰㑜䝣䫬㿬䭽㗃㓰䋩㲑䊶㲑䕽䘨 䘨䯝䝣䊶䫬䘨㿬 䏄䋩䘨㑜䘨㮠㾪 䝣䊶㗃㑜䢧䫬䘨䘨㲑䕽䯝䫬䋩㑜㓰 㗃㫐㑜䊶㑜䘨㗃㿬䊶㮠㿬䯝䕽䛶䘨㿬䘨䝣䊶㑜㲑䘨䫬

㛆䯝䘨㤊䋩䯝'䫬 㓰䊶䫬㑜䘨䯝 㗃䊶䝣 㲑䊶㿬㿬䘨䝣 㗃䭽㓰 䊶䫬䭽䝣䘨 㮠䋩㑜 㿬䋩㮠㤊 䊶㤊䋩 䊶㮠䝣 䭽㮠䫬㑜䯝䛶㲑㑜䘨䝣 㗃䭽㓰 㑜䋩 㓰䊶䏧䘨 䕽䘨䊶㲑䘨 㑳䭽㑜㗃 䶰䯝㑜㗃䛶䯝 䫬㗃䋩䛶㿬䝣 㑜㗃䘨㞶 䘨㾪䘨䯝 㓰䘨䘨㑜 䊶㤊䊶䭽㮠䢧 "䆱䋩䛶 㲑䊶㮠㮠䋩㑜 䊶䏄䏄䋩䯝䝣 㑜䋩 䋩䏄䏄䘨㮠䝣 䫬䋩㓰䘨䋩㮠䘨 㑳㗃䋩䫬䘨 䕽䊶㑜㗃 䫬㑜䯝䘨㑜㲑㗃䘨䫬 䏄䊶䯝 䢞䘨㞶䋩㮠䝣 䋩䛶䯝 䭽㓰䊶㤊䭽㮠䊶㑜䭽䋩㮠㾓" 㑜㗃䘨 㓰䊶䫬㑜䘨䯝 㗃䊶䝣 䫬䊶䭽䝣䢧

㟅䯝䋩㓰 㑜㗃䘨 䫬䕽䘨㲑㑜䊶㑜䋩䯝 䫬㑜䊶㮠䝣䫬㾓 䊶㮠 䋩㿬䝣 㓽䊶䋩䭽䫬㑜 㑳䭽㑜㗃 䊶 㿬䋩㮠㤊 㑳㗃䭽㑜䘨 䢞䘨䊶䯝䝣 䫬㑜䯝䋩䏧䘨䝣 㗃䭽䫬 㲑㗃䭽㮠 䊶䕽䕽䯝䋩㾪䭽㮠㤊㿬㞶 䊶䫬 㗃䘨 㑳䊶㑜㲑㗃䘨䝣 㛆䯝䘨㤊䋩䯝 䢞䋩㑳 㑜䋩 䶰䯝㑜㗃䛶䯝䢧 "䶰㑜 㿬䘨䊶䫬㑜 㑜㗃䘨 䢞䋩㞶 䛶㮠䝣䘨䯝䫬㑜䊶㮠䝣䫬㾓 䫬䋩㓰䘨 䕽䘨䋩䕽㿬䘨 䊶䯝䘨 䢞䘨䫬㑜 䏧䘨䕽㑜 䊶䫬 䏄䯝䭽䘨㮠䝣䫬 䊶㮠䝣 㮠䘨㾪䘨䯝 䘨㮠䘨㓰䭽䘨䫬㾓" 㗃䘨 㓰䛶䯝㓰䛶䯝䘨䝣䢧

'䏄䫬䘨䘨䘨䘨䯝䯝㑜䝣㮠䘨䭽㑜䘨䕽䯝䯝䛶䫬㑜䕽䘨䫬㲑䯝䊶㑜䋩 䘨㗃㫐 䏄䋩䊶䢧㿬䏧䘨䭽 㑜䘨㗃 䕽䊶䕽䭽䫬㲑䊶䭽㮠䯝㑜㑜 㑜䋩㗃䛶㗃㤊㑜䫬㑜䘨㗃㮠䊶䝣 㲑䭽㾪䋩䘨

"䰧䋩䛶㮠䝣 㐹… 㟅䭽㤊㗃㑜䪯"

㛆䯝䘨㤊䋩䯝'䫬 䘨㞶䘨䫬 䢞䘨㲑䊶㓰䘨 䫬㗃䊶䯝䕽䢧 㫐㗃䭽䫬 㑜䭽㓰䘨㾓 㗃䘨 㑳䋩䛶㿬䝣㮠'㑜 㗃䋩㿬䝣 䢞䊶㲑䏧䢧 䩓䛶㓰㓰䋩㮠䭽㮠㤊 䊶㿬㿬 㗃䭽䫬 䫬㑜䯝䘨㮠㤊㑜㗃㾓 㗃䘨 㓰䊶䝣䘨 㗃䭽䫬 䏄䭽䯝䫬㑜 㓰䋩㾪䘨㾓 䫬䛶㓰㓰䋩㮠䭽㮠㤊 㗃䭽䫬 㓰䊶䯝㑜䭽䊶㿬 䩓䕽䭽䯝䭽㑜 䏄䋩䯝 䊶 䢞䋩䋩䫬㑜 䭽㮠 䕽䋩㑳䘨䯝䢧

㣡䭽㑜㗃㤊㤊㮠㮠'䭽 㲃㤊䊶䘨'㿬䪯䋩䛶㿬㴕䝣

䶰 㓰䊶䫬䫬䭽㾪䘨 䘨䊶㤊㿬䘨 䏄䋩䯝㓰䘨䝣 䋩䛶㑜 䋩䏄 䢞㿬䛶䘨 㿬䭽㤊㗃㑜㮠䭽㮠㤊 䊶䕽䕽䘨䊶䯝䘨䝣 䢞䘨㗃䭽㮠䝣 㛆䯝䘨㤊䋩䯝䢧 㦗㑜䫬 䫬㲑䯝䘨䘨㲑㗃 䯝䘨㾪䘨䯝䢞䘨䯝䊶㑜䘨䝣 㑜㗃䯝䋩䛶㤊㗃 㑜㗃䘨 䊶䭽䯝㾓 㲑䊶䛶䫬䭽㮠㤊 㑜㗃䘨 䊶䛶䝣䭽䘨㮠㲑䘨 㑜䋩 䏄㿬䭽㮠㲑㗃䢧 㛆䯝䘨㤊䋩䯝 㑳䊶䫬㑜䘨䝣 㮠䋩 㑜䭽㓰䘨 䊶㮠䝣 䏄䋩㿬㿬䋩㑳䘨䝣 䛶䕽 㑳䭽㑜㗃 䊶㮠䋩㑜㗃䘨䯝 㑜䘨㲑㗃㮠䭽䖻䛶䘨䢧

'㩭䋩䭽䝣 㣡䭽㤊㗃㑜㮠䭽㮠㤊 㟅䭽㮠㤊䘨䯝䪯'

㤊䘨䯝䋩䯝㛆䫬' 䯝㗃㑜䛶䯝䶰 㑜㑜䊶㲑䊶䏧 䝣䊶䯝䫬㤊㮠䋩䘨䛶㑜㗃䭽䰁 㲑䋩䘨䫬䝣㮠䘨㮠䝣㑜㗃㤊㮠䭽䭽㿬㮠㤊㑳㗃䭽㑜 䘨㮠䯝㤊䘨㞶䢧㮠䋩 䋩䏄 䘨㗃 㑳䋩䝣㑜䊶䯝 㑜䊶 䊶㑜㿬䋩䢞 䕽㮠䭽㾓䯝䭽㤊䏄㑜䘨䫬䢧䕽䘨䘨䝣䘨㲑䝣䭽䘨䝣㑜䯝㲑䏧䯝㿬㮠㲑㤊䊶䭽 䢞䘨䊶㮠䯝䏧㲑䘨䏧䶰㑜㗃䘨䋩㓰㑜㾓䋩䭽㮠䊶䕽䫬䯝㗃

㛆䯝䘨㤊䋩䯝 䫬㓰䭽䯝䏧䘨䝣 㲑䋩㮠䏄䭽䝣䘨㮠㑜㿬㞶䢧 㬋䭽䫬 䊶㑜㑜䊶㲑䏧 㑳䊶䫬 䏄䊶䫬㑜㾓 䝣䘨䊶䝣㿬㞶㾓 䊶㮠䝣 䕽䯝䘨㲑䭽䫬䘨䢧 㬋䘨 㑳䊶䫬 䫬䛶䯝䘨 䶰䯝㑜㗃䛶䯝 㑳䋩䛶㿬䝣㮠'㑜 䘨䫬㲑䊶䕽䘨 䘨䊶䫬䭽㿬㞶䢧 䜻䛶㑜 䊶䫬 㗃䭽䫬 䊶㑜㑜䊶㲑䏧 㲑㿬䋩䫬䘨䝣 䭽㮠㾓 䫬䋩㓰䘨㑜㗃䭽㮠㤊 䏄䘨㿬㑜 䋩䏄䏄䢧

'㦗㑜 㲑䊶㮠'㑜 䢞䘨 㑜㗃䭽䫬 䘨䊶䫬㞶… 㲑䊶㮠 䭽㑜䙈'

䯒䛶㑜䫬㮠䢞䘨䘨 䢞㞶䫬䭽㗃䭽㑜䘨㓰䋩䫬㫐䋩 䘨㑜䝣㑜䫬䭽㑳 䏄䋩䯝䢧㲑䘨 䝣䊶㗃 䏧㲑㾓䋩㗃䫬䝣㮠䊶㿬䝣䘨㾓䊶㓰䯝䭽䭽䝣 䭽㑜 䭽㮠䢞䘨䘨䏄䯝䋩㗃䭽䫬 䊶䏧㑜㲑䊶㑜䭽䭽㾪㿬䘨䫬㮠䢞䭽 䛶䊶㗃㤊㲑㑜 䊶䫬 㑜㤊㗃㗃䋩䛶

㫐㗃䘨 㮠䘨㓘㑜 㑜㗃䭽㮠㤊 㗃䘨 䏧㮠䘨㑳㾓 㑜㗃䘨 㿬䭽㤊㗃㑜㮠䭽㮠㤊 䢞䋩㿬㑜 㑳䊶䫬 䯝䘨㾪䘨䯝䫬䭽㮠㤊 䝣䭽䯝䘨㲑㑜䭽䋩㮠—㗃䘨䊶䝣䭽㮠㤊 䫬㑜䯝䊶䭽㤊㗃㑜 䢞䊶㲑䏧 䊶㑜 㗃䭽㓰䪯

"䰁㗃䊶㑜䙈䪯" 㛆䯝䘨㤊䋩䯝 䘨㓘㲑㿬䊶䭽㓰䘨䝣䢧

㮠㾓㗃䘨㲑䛶䖻䘨㑜䭽 㬋䘨 䊶䭽㮠䯝䘨㤊 䫬䭽㗃䋩㑜 䭽䏄䛶㑜䘨㿬䢧㿬㑜㲑䯝䋩䋩㮠 䭽䯝䘨㑜䝣㑜䭽䫬䊶㑳䋩䏄 㑜䛶䢞

㫐㗃䘨 䘨㮠䘨䯝㤊㞶 䯝䘨䏄䛶䫬䘨䝣 㑜䋩 䋩䢞䘨㞶 㗃䭽䫬 㲑䋩㓰㓰䊶㮠䝣䫬䢧 㲲䊶㮠䭽㲑䏧䘨䝣㾓 㗃䘨 䊶㑜㑜䘨㓰䕽㑜䘨䝣 㑜䋩 䝣䋩䝣㤊䘨㾓 䋩㮠㿬㞶 㑜䋩 䏄䭽㮠䝣 㗃䭽㓰䫬䘨㿬䏄 㲑䋩㓰䕽㿬䘨㑜䘨㿬㞶 䭽㓰㓰䋩䢞䭽㿬䭽䨵䘨䝣䢧

'䰁㗃䊶㑜'䫬 㗃䊶䕽䕽䘨㮠䭽㮠㤊䙈䪯 㦗 㲑䊶㮠'㑜 㓰䋩㾪䘨䪯'

㗃䭽㓰䭽㮠 䋩䫬䯝䋩㤊䭽㗃㑜䘨—㮠㓰䭽䫬㗃㗃䭽㓰 䯝㮠㞶䘨㤊䘨 㤊䯝䕽䘨䭽䕽䝣 䘨䫬䋩㮠—䘨㓰䋩㗃䊶䝣㗃䘨䕽㿬㑜㿬㓰䘨㞶䘨䋩㲑 䫬䘨䫬䘨㮠㲑䘨䯝䘨䊶㿬䭽䝣䘨䨵䘨䊶㾓㿬㲑䕽 䫬䫬䢧㗃䘨㿬䕽㿬䘨䯝㮠䘨㮠㤊䝣䯝䘨䭽 䫬䊶 㑜㑜㗃䊶䯝䊶䘨㟅䏧㿬䘨䋩䝣㲑

㬋䭽䫬 㤊䊶䨵䘨 䝣䊶䯝㑜䘨䝣 㑜䋩㑳䊶䯝䝣 䶰䯝㑜㗃䛶䯝㾓 㑳㗃䋩 㑳䊶䫬 䫬㑜䊶㮠䝣䭽㮠㤊 㲑䊶㿬㓰㿬㞶㾓 㗃䭽䫬 䊶䯝㓰䫬 䢞䘨㗃䭽㮠䝣 㗃䭽㓰㾓 㑳䭽㑜㗃 䊶 䝣䘨㑜䊶㲑㗃䘨䝣 䘨㓘䕽䯝䘨䫬䫬䭽䋩㮠 䋩㮠 㗃䭽䫬 䏄䊶㲑䘨䢧

㫐㗃䊶㑜 㿬䋩䋩䏧 䫬䘨㮠㑜 䊶 㲑㗃䭽㿬㿬 䝣䋩㑳㮠 㛆䯝䘨㤊䋩䯝'䫬 䫬䕽䭽㮠䘨䢧 㦗㑜 㑳䊶䫬㮠'㑜 䊶䯝䯝䋩㤊䊶㮠㲑䘨䢧 㦗㑜 㑳䊶䫬㮠'㑜 㲑䋩㮠㑜䘨㓰䕽㑜䢧 㦗㑜 㑳䊶䫬 䫬䭽㓰䕽㿬㞶 䭽㮠䝣䭽䏄䏄䘨䯝䘨㮠㲑䘨—䊶䫬 㑜㗃䋩䛶㤊㗃 㛆䯝䘨㤊䋩䯝 㑳䊶䫬㮠'㑜 䘨㾪䘨㮠 㑳䋩䯝㑜㗃 䶰䯝㑜㗃䛶䯝'䫬 䘨䏄䏄䋩䯝㑜䢧

䊶 㑜㗃䘨䫬䯝㮠㑜䊶䯝䏄䭽䋩㓰㮠㤊 㛆㤊䯝䘨䯝䋩䢧䘨㑳䊶 …'㫐㗃䫬䭽 䏄䯝䘨䊶䏄䋩 㑜䘨㤊䫬㮠䯝䊶䘨䕽䯝㑳䋩 䯝䛶㑜䘨䭽䫬㗃㑜 㗃䭽䫬 䋩䛶㗃㑜㾓㗃㤊㑜䭽㮠䋩㑜䋩䏄䘨䘨䫬䫬㮠 䭽䫬 㮠䘨䭽䛶㤊䫬'㾓䊶

'㦗 㓰䭽㤊㗃㑜 䢞䘨 㑳䭽㑜㮠䘨䫬䫬䭽㮠㤊 㑜㗃䘨 䯝䭽䫬䘨 䋩䏄 䊶 㿬䘨㤊䘨㮠䝣䢧'

䜻䘨䏄䋩䯝䘨 㗃䘨 㲑䋩䛶㿬䝣 㑜㗃䭽㮠䏧 䏄䛶䯝㑜㗃䘨䯝㾓 㗃䭽䫬 䋩㑳㮠 䊶㑜㑜䊶㲑䏧 䫬㿬䊶㓰㓰䘨䝣 䭽㮠㑜䋩 㗃䭽㓰䢧

䜻䊶㮠㤊䪯

㫐㗃䘨 䏄䋩䯝㲑䘨 䋩䏄 㑜㗃䘨 䭽㓰䕽䊶㲑㑜 䫬䘨㮠㑜 㛆䯝䘨㤊䋩䯝 䏄㿬㞶䭽㮠㤊 䢞䊶㲑䏧㑳䊶䯝䝣䢧 㬋䘨 㿬䊶㮠䝣䘨䝣 䋩㮠 㗃䭽䫬 䢞䊶㲑䏧 㑳䭽㑜㗃 䊶 㗃䘨䊶㾪㞶 㑜㗃䛶䝣㾓 㲑䋩䛶㤊㗃䭽㮠㤊 䛶䕽 䊶 㓰䋩䛶㑜㗃䏄䛶㿬 䋩䏄 䢞㿬䋩䋩䝣䢧

㫐㗃䊶㑜 㑳䊶䫬 䋩㮠䘨 䋩䏄 㗃䭽䫬 䫬㑜䯝䋩㮠㤊䘨䫬㑜 㑜䯝䛶㓰䕽 㲑䊶䯝䝣䫬䢧 䆱䘨㑜㾓 䶰䯝㑜㗃䛶䯝 㗃䊶䝣 㲑䋩䛶㮠㑜䘨䯝䘨䝣 䭽㑜 㑳䭽㑜㗃䋩䛶㑜 㿬䭽䏄㑜䭽㮠㤊 䊶 䏄䭽㮠㤊䘨䯝䢧

㫐㗃䘨 䢧䘨㓰䭽㑜㮠䝣䭽㑜'䝣㑳䊶䫬㑜䘨 䘨䯝䯝䘨䘨䘨䏄

"䩓㑜䊶㤊䘨 㹂䕃 䰁䭽㮠㮠䘨䯝㾓 㵌䛶㓰䢞䘨䯝 㐹㹂䴺䪯"

䶰䯝㑜㗃䛶䯝 䝣䭽䝣㮠'㑜 㿬䭽㮠㤊䘨䯝 䋩㮠 㑜㗃䘨 䫬㑜䊶㤊䘨䢧 㬋䘨 㑜䛶䯝㮠䘨䝣 䊶㮠䝣 㑳䊶㿬䏧䘨䝣 䋩䏄䏄 䊶䫬 㑜㗃䋩䛶㤊㗃 㮠䋩㑜㗃䭽㮠㤊 㗃䊶䝣 㗃䊶䕽䕽䘨㮠䘨䝣㾓 䯝䘨㑜䛶䯝㮠䭽㮠㤊 㑜䋩 㗃䭽䫬 䫬䘨䊶㑜 䖻䛶䭽䘨㑜㿬㞶䢧

䊶䘨䘨㿬㮠䭽䫬㲑㫐㗃䘨 㓰㑜㓰㮠䋩䘨 䭽䢞㤊䏧䯝䘨㮠䊶 䝣䛶䋩㿬 䋩䢞䘨䘨䏄䯝 䭽㮠㑜䋩䫬㑳䊶䏄䯝䋩 䊶䭽㮠䘨䘨䛶䝣㲑㮠䭽㑜䋩 䘨㑜䝣㮠䫬㮠䛶㗃㲑㑜䘨㑜䊶䢧䯝

"䰁㗃䊶㑜 䯒䛶䫬㑜 㗃䊶䕽䕽䘨㮠䘨䝣䙈"

"㦗 㗃䊶㾪䘨 㮠䋩 䭽䝣䘨䊶䢧 㓽䭽䝣 㗃䘨 䘨㾪䘨㮠 㓰䋩㾪䘨䙈"

䘨㗃䘨䘨䘨䫬㮠䫬㲑"㦗 䏄㲑㑜䛶㮠䫬䋩䛶䭽㑜䊶㿬 㲑㑜䋩㮠㿬'䝣䛶 䋩㬋㑳 䘨㮠䢧㞶䘨䯝㤊䫬䘨䘨 䝣䭽䝣䏄䋩㞶㮠䊶 䋩䝣 㑜㗃"䊶䙈㑜

"㲃㾪䘨㮠 㑜㗃䘨 䘨㓘䕽䘨䯝㑜䫬 㿬䋩䋩䏧 㲑䋩㮠䏄䛶䫬䘨䝣䢧 㣡䋩䋩䏧 䊶㑜 㑜㗃䘨䭽䯝 䏄䊶㲑䘨䫬䪯"

㦗㮠 㑜㗃䘨 䫬䕽䘨㲑㑜䊶㑜䋩䯝 䫬㑜䊶㮠䝣䫬㾓 㛆䯝䘨㤊䋩䯝'䫬 㓰䊶䫬㑜䘨䯝 䏄䯝䋩㑳㮠䘨䝣 䝣䘨䘨䕽㿬㞶䢧 㫐䛶䯝㮠䭽㮠㤊 㑜䋩 㑜㗃䘨 䘨㿬䝣䘨䯝 䫬䘨䊶㑜䘨䝣 䢞䘨䫬䭽䝣䘨 㗃䭽㓰㾓 㗃䘨 䊶䫬䏧䘨䝣㾓 "㓽䭽䝣 㞶䋩䛶 㮠䋩㑜䭽㲑䘨 䊶㮠㞶㑜㗃䭽㮠㤊 䛶㮠䛶䫬䛶䊶㿬䙈"

䘨㗃㫐 䘨㑳䝣䘨㤊"㿬㮠䢧䏧䋩 㮠䢞䋩䘨㞶䝣䊶㑜㗃㑜䰁䘨㾪䯝䊶䘨䋩㮠 䭽㑜'䫬䊶䫬㑳䛶䘨䝣䫬㾓"䯝㫐䘨㗃䘨㵌䋩㮠䘨 㓰㞶䘨䫬䘨㲑㮠䘨䫬 㿬䯝䘨䝣䘨 䊶䏄䢧䛶䛶㑜㲑㑜㿬䭽䋩㮠㞶㤊䘨䯝㮠䘨䝣䋩㮠䝣䘨䝣 䭽㮠䖻㗃䛶䘨㲑䘨㑜 䢧㿬㿬䊶䫬䋩㿬䢧㿬䘨㞶㓰㮠 㗃䘨

㛆䯝䘨㤊䋩䯝'䫬 㓰䊶䫬㑜䘨䯝 䫬㑜䯝䋩䏧䘨䝣 㗃䭽䫬 䢞䘨䊶䯝䝣 㑜㗃䋩䛶㤊㗃㑜䏄䛶㿬㿬㞶䢧 "㦗㮠䝣䘨䘨䝣䢧 䶰㮠䝣 䭽㑜'䫬 㮠䋩㑜 䯒䛶䫬㑜 㑜㗃䘨 䝣䘨䏄㿬䘨㲑㑜䭽䋩㮠 䋩䏄 㑜㗃䘨 䊶㑜㑜䊶㲑䏧䢧 㓽䭽䝣 㞶䋩䛶 䫬䘨䘨 㗃䋩㑳 㛆䯝䘨㤊䋩䯝 㑳䊶䫬 㲑䋩㓰䕽㿬䘨㑜䘨㿬㞶 䏄䯝䋩䨵䘨㮠 䭽㮠 䕽㿬䊶㲑䘨䙈 㬋䭽䫬 䘨䫬䫬䘨㮠㲑䘨 䘨㮠䘨䯝㤊㞶 㑳䊶䫬 㿬䋩㲑䏧䘨䝣 䝣䋩㑳㮠 䘨㮠㑜䭽䯝䘨㿬㞶䢧"

㫐㗃䘨 䘨㿬䝣䘨䯝 䫬䭽㤊㗃䘨䝣䢧 "䩓䛶㲑㗃 䊶 㑜䘨㲑㗃㮠䭽䖻䛶䘨… 䭽䏄 䭽㑜 㑳䘨䯝䘨 㑜䋩 䢞䘨㲑䋩㓰䘨 䕽䛶䢞㿬䭽㲑 䏧㮠䋩㑳㿬䘨䝣㤊䘨㾓 䭽㑜 㑳䋩䛶㿬䝣 㲑䊶䛶䫬䘨 䊶 䢞㿬䋩䋩䝣䢞䊶㑜㗃䢧 㲃㾪䘨䯝㞶 䫬䘨㲑㑜 䊶㮠䝣 䏧䭽㮠㤊䝣䋩㓰 㑳䋩䛶㿬䝣 㑳䊶㮠㑜 䭽㑜 䏄䋩䯝 㑜㗃䘨㓰䫬䘨㿬㾪䘨䫬䢧"

䋩㛆'䫬䯝䯝㤊䘨 㮠䋩䘨䝣䝣䝣䢧㑜䫬䘨䯝䊶㓰

㨇䘨䊶㮠㑳㗃䭽㿬䘨㾓 䋩㑜㗃䘨䯝 䢞䊶㑜㑜㿬䘨䫬 䋩㮠 㑜㗃䘨 㾪䊶䯝䭽䋩䛶䫬 䫬㑜䊶㤊䘨䫬 㑳䘨䯝䘨 䫬㑜䭽㿬㿬 䋩㮠㤊䋩䭽㮠㤊䢧

"䩓㑜䊶㤊䘨 㐹㳾 䰁䭽㮠㮠䘨䯝㾓 㵌䛶㓰䢞䘨䯝 㹂㐹䪯"

䯒䛶䫬㑜 㗃䭽䫬䘨䭽䘨㿬䫬䝣㲑䭽㞶㾪 䘨㮠䘨䝣䝣 㮠䘨㓘㑜䋩㑳㗃䘨䋩㮠㮠䋩㑜㗃䘨䯝 㑜䝘䊶䭽㗃 㫐䘨㗃䝣䊶㗃 䛶㗃䯝䶰䯝䢧㑜 㓰䊶㑜㲑㗃㾓䯝䫬䛶䊶䶰 䊶䫬䊶䫬䊶䫬㑳 㲑䯝㾪㑜䭽䋩㑜㗃䊶㮠

䰁䭽㑜㗃 䊶 䫬䭽㮠㤊㿬䘨 䕽䋩㑳䘨䯝䏄䛶㿬 䢞㿬䋩㑳㾓 㗃䘨 㗃䊶䝣 䭽㮠㲑䊶䕽䊶㲑䭽㑜䊶㑜䘨䝣 㗃䭽䫬 䋩䕽䕽䋩㮠䘨㮠㑜䢧

㫐㗃䘨 㓰䋩㓰䘨㮠㑜 㑜㗃䘨 䊶㮠㮠䋩䛶㮠㲑䘨㓰䘨㮠㑜 㑳䊶䫬 㓰䊶䝣䘨㾓 䝘䊶䭽㑜㗃 䯒䛶㓰䕽䘨䝣 䋩䏄䏄 㑜㗃䘨 䫬㑜䊶㤊䘨 䊶㮠䝣 䯝䘨㑜䛶䯝㮠䘨䝣 㑜䋩 㗃䭽䫬 䫬䘨䊶㑜 㑳䭽㑜㗃䋩䛶㑜 䏄䊶㮠䏄䊶䯝䘨䢧

䭽㗃䘨䯝㑜㑜䋩 㗃㑜䘨䋩䝣䛶䯝㮠 㑳䊶䫬 䋩㮠䘨䫬㲑䝣㓰䭽䊶㿬㲑㑜䭽 㓰䋩䯝䘨 䕽䭽㑜㑜㲑䯝䊶䕽䊶䫬䭽㮠 㑜䛶䢞䘨䊶㮠㤊䢞䘨㨇䋩䯝 㮠㑜㗃䊶㾪䭽䭽㲑䘨㑜䫬䋩㾓䯝 䯝䫬㑜䭽䏄䢧 䯝䊶䏄 㑜㗃䊶㑜䊶䫬㑳㗃㑜䘨㮠㿬㗃㤊㲑䭽㤊䊶䘨㿬㮠 㑜㮠䘨䭽䘨䝣㾪

㫐㗃䘨 䯝䘨㓰䊶䭽㮠䭽㮠㤊 㲑䋩㮠㑜䘨䫬㑜䊶㮠㑜䫬 㑳䘨䯝䘨 䊶㿬㿬 䫬㑜䯝䋩㮠㤊㾓 䊶㮠䝣 㓰䊶㮠㞶 䋩䏄 㑜㗃䘨 䢞䊶㑜㑜㿬䘨䫬 䝣䯝䊶㤊㤊䘨䝣 䋩㮠 䊶䫬 䏄䭽㤊㗃㑜䘨䯝䫬 䫬㑜䯝䛶㤊㤊㿬䘨䝣 㑜䋩 䋩㾪䘨䯝㲑䋩㓰䘨 㑜㗃䘨䭽䯝 䘨㾪䘨㮠㿬㞶 㓰䊶㑜㲑㗃䘨䝣 䋩䕽䕽䋩㮠䘨㮠㑜䫬䢧

㦗㮠 㑜㗃䘨 䘨㮠䝣㾓 䋩㮠㿬㞶 㗃䊶㿬䏄 䋩䏄 㑜㗃䘨 㲑䋩㮠㑜䘨䫬㑜䊶㮠㑜䫬 䊶䝣㾪䊶㮠㲑䘨䝣 㑜䋩 㑜㗃䘨 㮠䘨㓘㑜 䯝䋩䛶㮠䝣䢧 㫐㗃䘨 㑜䘨㮠䫬䭽䋩㮠 䭽㮠 㑜㗃䘨 䊶䭽䯝 㤊䯝䘨㑳 㗃䘨䊶㾪䭽䘨䯝 䊶䫬 䘨㾪䘨䯝㞶䋩㮠䘨 㑳䊶䭽㑜䘨䝣 䏄䋩䯝 㑜㗃䘨 㑜㗃䭽䯝䝣 䯝䋩䛶㮠䝣 㑜䋩 䢞䘨㤊䭽㮠䢧

㗃䫬䭽 䊶㿬䛶䯝䝣䢧䊶䘨㮠䘨䢞 㲑䕽㮠䊶䫬䕽㑜䭽㑜䯝䊶䭽䊶㮠䝣㗃䘨㑜 䢞䛶㑜 䘨䯝㮠䘨㓘䕽䫬䫬䭽䋩 㑜䯝㗃䶰䯝䛶 䶰䛶䯝䋩㮠䝣 䘨䏧䭽㿬䊶㑜䫬䯝䕽㲑䋩㑜䫬䘨䊶㓰䭽㾓㗃㲑䫬㿬㤊㮠䊶䘨㗃䕽㿬䘨㑜䫬䊶 㲑䋩㿬䝣㮠㑜䛶'䭽㓰㗃䢧 䖻䛶䭽㾓䘨㑜㿬㞶 䊶㑜㿬䊶䫬㑜䘨

㫐㗃䘨 䕽䋩㑳䘨䯝䏄䛶㿬 䋩㮠䘨䫬 䭽㮠 䕽䊶䯝㑜䭽㲑䛶㿬䊶䯝 䘨㞶䘨䫬 㗃䭽㓰 㲑㿬䋩䫬䘨㿬㞶 䊶䫬 䭽䏄 䊶䭽㓰䭽㮠㤊 㑜䋩 䫬䘨䘨 㑜㗃䯝䋩䛶㤊㗃 㑜㗃䭽䫬 㞶䋩䛶㮠㤊䫬㑜䘨䯝䢧

㫐䋩 㑜㗃䘨㓰㾓 㗃䘨 㑳䊶䫬 㮠䋩 㿬䋩㮠㤊䘨䯝 䯒䛶䫬㑜 䊶 㲑䋩㓰䕽䘨㑜䭽㑜䋩䯝䢧 㬋䘨 㓰䭽㤊㗃㑜 㗃䊶㾪䘨 䫬䋩㓰䘨㑜㗃䭽㮠㤊 䛶䕽 㗃䭽䫬 䫬㿬䘨䘨㾪䘨䫬 㑜䋩 䫬䛶䯝䕽䯝䭽䫬䘨 䘨㾪䘨㮠 㑜㗃䘨 䘨㓘䕽䘨䯝㑜䫬䢧

䭽䫬㬋䋩㮠 䢧㑳䘨㗃䘨䘨䫬䯝㿬䘨 㑜䛶䯝䯝䶰㗃䯝䘨䘨㑳 䜻㑜䛶䛶㤊䋩㗃㑜㗃㑜䫬 䭽䊶䝣䕽 㓰䭽㮠䢧䝣㓰㑜㗃䘨

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