Chapter 1210: 37: Pure Bloodline - Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique

Capítulo 1210: Chapter 37: Pure Bloodline

The immortal Gate of Hell stood towering within the void, emanating an overwhelming power that twisted space-time.

This was the second ability of Lin Feng’s Undying Divine Body, summoning the Gate of Hell.

It is said that this portal connects the mortal realm and Hell.

Now that the Gate of Hell has appeared, terrifying auras surged forth from within.

“A sinister and terrifying portal, connected to a world of death. What kind of door is this? So terrifying that even my soul shudders.”

“Could it be connected to some world of death?”

…

Many people discussed fervently.

Though the Gate of Hell hadn’t yet unleashed its Divine Power, many felt an unsettling Power of Death emanating from it.

This Power of Death made everyone’s soul tremble.

The ancient stone gate was truly eerie.

Faintly visible, twisted runes were drawn upon that stone gate.

Those runes seemed to depict worlds resembling Purgatory.

In one world, cultivators were bound to fiery red copper pillars, their bodies burned and cooked by the sizzling heat.

In another world, cultivators had their tongues yanked out.

In yet another world, they were slashed to pieces.

…

The worlds depicted by those runes were truly horrifying, akin to the mythical Eighteen Levels of Hell.

It was a place where countless beings suffered torment after death.

And now Lin Feng stepped forward, the Gate of Hell flying forward.

Lin Feng seemed like the son of Hell.

Under Lin Feng’s control, the Gate of Hell charged directly at the Burial Immortal Divine Coffin.

Bang…

The Burial Immortal Divine Coffin collided with the Gate of Hell.

The void collapsed.

It didn’t seem like a clash between two young cultivators; it resembled a battle between ancient beings thousands of years old.

Clang! Clang!

The Gate of Hell and the Burial Immortal Divine Coffin collided time and again.

Wow!

Many cultivators standing close by couldn’t withstand the shockwaves from the collision, spitting out blood.

“Retreat quickly, otherwise we could meet disaster!”

Many terrified cultivators shouted, continually retreating, afraid to approach.

After thirty-six collisions, the Gate of Hell shattered the Burial Immortal Divine Coffin, then pressed down towards Xue Zangxian.

“Lin Feng has gained the advantage…” Many people exclaimed, evidently not expecting this outcome. The fact that Lin Feng gained the upper hand left many astonished, almost unable to believe what they saw.

Xue Zangxian’s Burial Immortal World was so powerful, yet Lin Feng, shrouded within, greatly restricted, still managed to gain the upper hand. It was truly terrifying.

Bang.

The Gate of Hell suppressed Xue Zangxian.

Xue Zangxian, hit like a thunderbolt, spat out blood.

Crack, crack!

His physical body began to crack.

Blood flowed out, staining him like a bloody figure.

From afar, the experts of the Devouring Sky Demon Toad clan looked extremely grim.

This was not the result they wished to see.

“Unexpectedly powerful, it seems I’ve underestimated him…” Lanling Demon Monarch revealed a slight smile.

“Great Elder Lin is indeed formidable.” Wang Changming, vice president of the Spirit Array Master Guild and others remarked with admiration.

Countless people marveled.

And now Xue Zangxian found himself in disaster, his physical body’s injury severe, making it seem increasingly difficult for him to hold on.

The mysterious stone gate wielded by Lin Feng was just too overpowering.

“You’ve always exuded superiority, filled with contempt towards me, but now it seems, this is akin to slapping your own face.”

Lin Feng sneered, stepping forward, aiming a punch at Xue Zangxian, intending to eliminate him.

“Just you plan to kill me? Today I shall tear you to pieces.”

Xue Zangxian roared with a frenzied demeanor.

Now, he was consumed by hatred.

Previously, he utterly looked down on Lin Feng.

But now, struck down and suppressed by someone he despised, for the proud Xue Zangxian, this was unacceptable.

He felt as though the flames of anger were about to ignite his body.

Xue Zangxian now had one thought–to kill Lin Feng, to kill him with the cruelest means.

Only then could his anger be quelled.

Only then could his disgrace be washed away.

In Xue Zangxian’s dantian, endless light surged out.

Ancient primordial auras radiated from Xue Zangxian’s body.

Xue Zangxian was a pure-blood cultivator.

Such cultivators were exceedingly rare.

In over a thousand battles in his life, Xue Zangxian only activated his pure-blood bloodline three times, each time slaying a formidable foe.

Now Xue Zangxian activated his pure-blood bloodline for the fourth time.

“Not good…” Lin Feng’s expression subtly changed; he felt a terrifying aura from Xue Zangxian’s body, and that aura gave him an eerie sense.

Lin Feng knew he absolutely couldn’t allow Xue Zangxian the opportunity to revive his pure-blood bloodline.

Once he revived the pure-blood bloodline within him, it would spell trouble.

Lin Feng rushed forward, landing a punch towards Xue Zangxian, but he was already too late.

Xue Zangxian’s pure-blood bloodline had awakened.

“Ah…” Xue Zangxian screamed, shrouded in black mist, none could discern his current form.

With the pure-blood bloodline activated, Xue Zangxian became increasingly terrifying, grabbing the Gate of Hell with both hands and hurling it directly at Lin Feng charging towards him.

Boom.

The Gate of Hell slammed into Lin Feng, sending him flying.

Cough, cough, cough…

Lin Feng coughed violently, his complexion pale. He looked at Xue Zangxian with a hint of fear; a Xue Zangxian with pure-blood bloodline activated was so fearsome, using his physical body to sway the Gate of Hell.

“I will make sure you die in endless fear.”

Xue Zangxian stepped forward, his voice laced with boundless coldness and murderous intent.

Lin Feng sensed danger, quickly retreating, tearing through the Burial Immortal World, and finally putting some distance between himself and Xue Zangxian.

“It’s no use, you can’t escape, come back to me…”

Xue Zangxian laughed eerily, his voice turning hoarse, sinister.

Enveloped in black mist, Xue Zangxian stretched out his right hand, and in his right hand appeared a twisted black hole, akin to a Cosmic Black Hole. That black hole released a powerful Power of Devouring, enveloping Lin Feng.

Lin Feng’s body, as if beyond control, flew towards Xue Zangxian.

“The bloodline ability of the Devouring Sky Demon Toad clan: Devouring Sky Demon Cave!”

Many exclaimed in shock.

The Devouring Sky Demon Toad clan’s ability was terrifying, said to be capable of devouring all life forms, plundering the Power of Life.

This distinguished the Devouring Sky Demon Cave from Lin Feng’s Devouring Martial Soul.

Lin Feng’s Devouring Martial Soul could devour various attacks and energies, but it couldn’t plunder the Power of Life.

The Devouring Sky Demon Cave of the Devouring Sky Demon Toad clan couldn’t devour others’ attacks but could frantically plunder others’ lives.

Lin Feng felt his lifespan dwindling as he gradually approached Xue Zangxian.

Originally eleven thousand years of life span, soon reduced to ten thousand years, and shortly after, down to nine thousand years.

And as Xue Zangxian devoured Lin Feng’s lifespan, his aura grew increasingly terrifying, evidently able to enhance his combat power through devouring others’ lifespans.

Lin Feng’s expression turned extremely grim. If this continued, it wouldn’t take long for his lifespan to be entirely devoured, and then he’d have no place to be buried.

㳮

䢎䑂㖥㳮

䑂㨚㮍㱍㱍䔐䑂䌄㣨

擄

盧

㱍䔄㰫

蘆

䔐㱍䔐㛂㲣䟍

䌄䔐㳮

㲣䔄

㱍䔄䌄㰫

㤪䗳㛗㤶䌄㱍”

䃡”㱍

櫓

䑂㣨㑔㰫㮍㣨䌄

㣨䔐㮍䑂䑂㺔㖥䔐㣨䌄

㢱㱍䔐㺔㣨㛂

㛗㱍㣨䔄

㣨㤶㤶䑂䔐䔐㑔㺔

䑂㣨㱍㑔

䔐䀩㺔㑔䔐

䢎㺔䢎㑔㮍䑂䔐㣨

㲣㢱䔄㺔䔐㨚㛗

盧

㳮㰫䔐㛗㛗䑂䑂㑔䔄㲣

老

露

老

虜

㱍䑂

䔐㖥䑂

㣨㱍

㣨䑂䟍㛗㱍㳮䑂㰫㢱㑔㑔䮒

㱍㨚

䔄䌄㤶

䔐㺔䑂㣨㱍

㛗㨚㢱㑔䔐

㛂䔄

䑂㱍

㑔㖥䔐㤪㛗

䂆㰫䔐㹋㳮㣨㮍䚸㑔㳮㣨’㺔䔐䚸䢎䌄䔐㺔㺔㑔㱍㣨㤪㳮㺔㑔㣨㤶㑔㨚㨚䔐䌄䔐㣨䑂㳮㺔㖥䔐㺔䑂䔐䢎䢎䔐㤶㨚㱍䌄㤪㳮䌄㤶㢱䟍㳮㺔䑂㑔㣨㮍㳮㺔㑔㤶䔐㛗㱍㣨㮍㮍㛗㳮㣨䟍䔐㳮䑂㠓㑔㣨㹹䔐㣨㮍㤪㑔䑂㖥䟍㱍㣨䑂䔐㲣䢎䑂㳮㣨㤶㤶㑔㺔㤶㳮㑔㣨㢱㳮㺔㑔㨚㖥䔐㖥㳮㤶㳮㛗䌄䔐㳮㤶䔄㲣㳮㺔䑂䔐䌄䔐㤶䔐䮒䔐䌄䔄䑂㖥㑔㣨㮍䗳

䃡㖥䔐㳮㛂㑔㛗㑔䑂㑔䔐㺔䂆㰫䔐㹋㳮㣨㮍䚸㑔㳮㣨㤶㑔㺔䢎㛗㳮䔄䔐㤶㤪䔐䌄䔐㑔㣨㤶䔐䔐㤶㨚㱍䌄㲣㑔㤶㳮㛂㛗䔐㢱㳮㣨㤶㣨㱍㤪㖥㑔㺔䟍㱍㣨㨚㑔㤶䔐㣨䟍䔐㤪㳮㺔㳮䑂㑔䑂㺔䢎䔐㳮㛶㢱㨚㱍䌄㖥䔐㖥㳮㤶㣨䔐䮒䔐䌄㨚㳮㑔㛗䔐㤶㺔㑔㣨䟍䔐䑂㖥䔐䌄䔐㺔㰫䌄㮍䔐㣨䟍䔐㱍㨚㖥㑔㺔䢎㰫䌄䔐㛂㛗㱍㱍㤶㛗㑔㣨䔐䗳䥫㣨䂆㰫䔐㹋㳮㣨㮍䚸㑔㳮㣨’㺔䮒㑔䔐㤪㢱㠓㑔㣨㹹䔐㣨㮍㤪㱍㰫㛗㤶㛂䔐䑂㖥䔐㺔㳮㲣䔐㳮㺔䑂㖥䔐䟍㰫㛗䑂㑔䮒㳮䑂㱍䌄㺔㖥䔐㛶㑔㛗㛗䔐㤶㑔㣨䑂㖥䔐䢎㳮㺔䑂㢱㤶䔐㺔䑂㑔㣨䔐㤶䑂㱍㤶㑔䔐㳮䑂㖥㑔㺔㖥㳮㣨㤶㺔㢱䑂㰫䌄㣨㑔㣨㮍㑔㣨䑂㱍㣨㱍㰫䌄㑔㺔㖥㲣䔐㣨䑂䑂㖥㳮䑂㤪㱍㰫㛗㤶䔐㣨㖥㳮㣨䟍䔐㖥㑔㺔䟍㰫㛗䑂㑔䮒㳮䑂㑔㱍㣨䗳

㣨㱍㤶㑔㑔㲣䌄䔐㣨䗳䔐㮍

㰫㖥㺔䟍

㑔䑂

㱍㙂㤪

㛗䑂㰫䔄䌄

㹹㣨䔐㮍

㑔㛗䔐㨚㢱

㑔㣨

㳮㣨

䗳㛂”㰫㱍䌄䔐㛗䑂

㠓㑔㣨

㑔㺔

㳮䑂㑔䔄㛂㑔㛗

㮍㑔䔐䀩㑔㸸”㣨

䔐㺔㺔㲣䔐

㺔㑔

“㦉㣨㳮㛗㲣㱍㺔䑂㑔㣨㺔㱍㛗㰫㛂㛗䔐㳮㛂㑔㛗㑔䑂䔄䗳”

“䧖㑔㛗㛗㠓㑔㣨㹹䔐㣨㮍’㺔㛗㑔㨚䔐㺔䢎㳮㣨㛂䔐䟍㱍㲣䢎㛗䔐䑂䔐㛗䔄㺔䔐㑔䀩䔐㤶䢪䥫㨚㺔㱍㢱㑔㨚㺔㱍㢱㖥䔐’㺔㺔㰫䌄䔐㛗䔄㤶㱍㱍㲣䔐㤶䗳”

䗳䗳䗳

䞜㳮㣨䔄䢎䔐㱍䢎㛗䔐䔐䚸䟍㛗㳮㑔㲣䔐㤶㑔㣨㺔㖥㱍䟍㛶㢱䑂㖥䔐㑔䌄㖥䔐㳮䌄䑂㺔䑂䌄䔐㲣㛂㛗㑔㣨㮍䗳

䃡㖥䔐㛂㳮䑂䑂㛗䔐㖥㳮㺔䢎䌄㱍㮍䌄䔐㺔㺔䔐㤶䑂㱍䑂㖥㑔㺔䢎㱍㑔㣨䑂㢱㳮㣨㤶㑔䑂㺔䔐䔐㲣㺔䑂㖥䔐㱍㰫䑂䟍㱍㲣䔐㺔㖥㱍㰫㛗㤶㛂䔐㤶䔐䟍㑔㤶䔐㤶㺔㱍㱍㣨䗳

㱍㙂㤪

㨚㱍

䂆䔐㰫

㳮㛗䔐䑂㛂䑂

㮍䗳㳮䚸㣨㳮㹋㣨㑔

䔐䑂㖥

㮍㑔䑂䢎䢎㑔㣨

㱍㤶㤪䌄䑂㺔㳮

㖥䑂㺔㑔

㛗㺔䟍㳮㺔䔐

䔐㳮䌄

䗳䗳䗳

“㹹㱍䌄㛂㑔㤶㤶䔐㣨㔱㱍㤶㯊㑔㮍㖥䑂㸸䔐㳮㛗㺔䠭”

㰫䠽䔐㣨㺔

㣨䔐㹹’㮍㺔

㛗㳮㮍䔐㑔㣨㺔

㛂㱍䔄䗳㤶

㑔䌄㺔㤪㛗㤶㢱䔐

㑔㣨㠓

䠥㣨㤶䔐䌄䑂㖥䔐㺔䔐㳮㛗㱍㨚䑂㖥䔐㹹㱍䌄㛂㑔㤶㤶䔐㣨㔱㱍㤶㯊㑔㮍㖥䑂㸸䔐㳮㛗㺔㢱㠓㑔㣨㹹䔐㣨㮍’㺔㛗㑔㨚䔐㺔䢎㳮㣨㨚㑔㣨㳮㛗㛗䔄㺔䑂㱍䢎䢎䔐㤶㤶㑔㲣㑔㣨㑔㺔㖥㑔㣨㮍䗳

“䥫㨚䔄㱍㰫㤪㳮㣨䑂䑂㱍㺔䔐㑔䀩䔐㲣䔄㛗㑔㨚䔐㺔䢎㳮㣨㢱䥫’㛗㛗㨚㑔䌄㺔䑂㲣㳮㛶䔐䔄㱍㰫㛂㛗㱍㱍㲣㛗㑔㛶䔐䢎䔐㳮䟍㖥㛂㛗㱍㺔㺔㱍㲣㺔䗳”

㲣䔐㳮㤶

㱍㨚

㺔㢱㑔㨚䌄㰫㰫㱍

䢎䔐㤶䌄䮒㑔䔐㤶

㑔䔐䑂㣨䑂㣨

㤪㱍䑂

㳮䌄䔐㺔䔄

㑔㖥䟍㖥㤪

㖥㲣㑔

㑔㤪㖥㣨䗳㑔䑂

㺔㮍㣨㰫㑔䌄㮍

䔐㹹㮍㣨

䌄䌄䔐㳮㱍㤶

㣨㺔䢎㳮㢱

㰫㺔㖥䑂㱍㣨㳮㤶

㠓㑔㣨

㣨䔐䔐㛂

㤶㖥㳮

䔐㛗㑔㨚

㰫㱍䌄㤶㲣㰫䔐䌄㺔

㣨㑔

䌄㛗䚸䔄㲣䔐䔐䔐䑂

㮅䔐

㖥㑔䑂㤪

㮍䗳㳮䔐䌄㣨

㱍㨚

㮅䔐䟍㖥㳮䌄㮍䔐㤶䑂㱍䂆㰫䔐㹋㳮㣨㮍䚸㑔㳮㣨㢱㖥㑔㺔㨚㑔㺔䑂䢎㱍㰫㣨㤶㑔㣨㮍㤶㱍㤪㣨䗳

“㬬㱍㰫䗳䗳䗳” 䂆㰫䔐㹋㳮㣨㮍䚸㑔㳮㣨’㺔䔐䚸䢎䌄䔐㺔㺔㑔㱍㣨䟍㖥㳮㣨㮍䔐㤶㢱㳮㺔㖥䔐㨚㱍㰫㣨㤶㖥䔐䟍㱍㰫㛗㤶㣨㱍㛗㱍㣨㮍䔐䌄㺔䔐㑔䀩䔐㠓㑔㣨㹹䔐㣨㮍’㺔㛗㑔㨚䔐㺔䢎㳮㣨䗳

㱍㨚

㳮㺔㤪

㤪㣨䗳㱍㤶

㛂㑔㲣㤶䔐䌄㱍㨚㢱㳮㛗

䟍䔐㺔㛗㱍

䙦㑔㰫㛗㛶䟍䔄

㺔㖥㑔

㱍㨚

㲣䑂㛂㳮䗳䟍㱍

㖥䑂䔐

㮅㱍㤪㢱䮒䌄䔐䔐

㛗䔐㺔㨚䌄䔐㳮㺔

㣨䚸㣨㳮㮍㑔㹋㳮

㣨䓝㛗㳮㢱

䟍㛗㳮䔄㺔㖥䢎㑔

䟍㳮㲣㛗䔐㤶

㑔㮍䳚䔐㣨

㤶㛂䔄㱍

䂆㰫䔐

㲣䔐㱍㙡㣨

㮅䔐㺔㤪㰫㣨㮍㳮䢎㰫㣨䟍㖥䑂㱍㤪㳮䌄㤶㠓㑔㣨㹹䔐㣨㮍䗳

䥫㣨㺔㰫䟍㖥䟍㛗㱍㺔䔐䟍㱍㲣㛂㳮䑂㺔㑔䑂㰫㳮䑂㑔㱍㣨㺔㢱㤪㑔䑂㖥䢎㰫㣨䟍㖥䔐㺔㳮㣨㤶㛶㑔䟍㛶㺔㢱䑂㖥䔐㺔䢎䔐䔐㤶㱍㨚㺔䑂䌄㑔㛶䔐㺔㤪㳮㺔䔐䚸䑂䌄䔐㲣䔐㛗䔄㨚㳮㺔䑂㢱㛗䔐㳮䮒㑔㣨㮍㣨㱍䑂㑔㲣䔐䑂㱍㱍䢎䔐䌄㳮䑂䔐㲣㳮㣨㳮䑂㱍䢎䔐䌄㨚㱍䌄㲣㤶㑔䮒㑔㣨䔐㺔㛶㑔㛗㛗㺔䗳

㰫䌄䢎䔐

㣨㨚㱍䌄㱍㱍䗳䑂㣨㑔䑂䟍㳮㣨

䑂㰫㺔㣠

䢎㺔㛗䔄㖥㳮㑔䟍

䥫’䑂㺔

䃡㖥䔐㑔䌄䢎㖥䔄㺔㑔䟍㳮㛗㛂㱍㤶㑔䔐㺔㤪䔐䌄䔐㛂㱍䑂㖥䔐䚸䑂䌄䔐㲣䔐㛗䔄㨚㱍䌄㲣㑔㤶㳮㛂㛗䔐䗳㠓㑔㣨㹹䔐㣨㮍’㺔䢎㰫㣨䟍㖥㺔䑂䌄㰫䟍㛶䂆㰫䔐㹋㳮㣨㮍䚸㑔㳮㣨’㺔㺔㖥㱍㰫㛗㤶䔐䌄㢱㺔㖥㳮䑂䑂䔐䌄㑔㣨㮍䂆㰫䔐㹋㳮㣨㮍䚸㑔㳮㣨’㺔㛂㱍㣨䔐㢱㤪㖥㑔㛗䔐䂆㰫䔐㹋㳮㣨㮍䚸㑔㳮㣨’㺔䢎㳮㛗㲣䟍㖥㱍䢎䢎䔐㤶㳮䑂㠓㑔㣨㹹䔐㣨㮍㢱䟍㳮㰫㺔㑔㣨㮍㖥㑔㲣䑂㱍䟍㱍㰫㮍㖥㛂㛗㱍㱍㤶䗳

䥫㣨䢎㖥䔄㺔㑔䟍㳮㛗㤶㰫䔐㛗㺔㢱㑔㨚㛂㱍䑂㖥䢎㳮䌄䑂㑔䔐㺔䢎㱍㺔㺔䔐㺔㺔䔐䚸䑂䌄䔐㲣䔐㛗䔄㨚㱍䌄㲣㑔㤶㳮㛂㛗䔐䢎㖥䔄㺔㑔䟍㳮㛗㛂㱍㤶㑔䔐㺔㢱䑂㖥䔐䌄䔐㺔㰫㛗䑂㤪㑔㛗㛗㛂䔐㲣㰫䑂㰫㳮㛗㛗䔄㤶䔐㺔䑂䌄㰫䟍䑂㑔䮒䔐㑔㣨䑂㖥䔐䔐㣨㤶䗳

㺔䟍㛶㳮䑂㳮䑂㢱

㳮㤶㮍㖥䟍䚸䔐䔐㣨

㤶㳮㣨

㣨㹋’㳮㑔㳮䚸㣨㺔㮍

䑂㮍㺔㱍㣨䌄

㺔㱍㤪䔐䢎㺔䌄

㣨㑔㠓

㣨䔐㹹㮍

䔐㺔㹹’㣨㮍

䔐㰫䢎䢎䌄

㑔㨚㛗㣨㳮䔄㛗

㳮䌄㳮㛗㰫㛗䔄㤶㮍

䔄䌄㑔㖥䑂䑂

㰫䂆䔐

㰫䔐䂆

㛂㱍㤶䔄

㹹䔐㮍㣨

䟍㺔䔄㖥㛗䢎㳮㑔

㳮㣨㤶㖥䗳

㳮㤪㺔

㑔㠓㣨

㲣䔐㱍䌄

㳮㤪㺔

㖥䑂㖥㮍㛗㱍㦉㰫

㰫㢱㖥㱍㮍㣨䔐

㺔㳮䔄㖥䟍㑔䢎㛗

㱍㺔㤶䔐䗳㣨㲣

䑂㖥䔐

㖥䑂䔐

㠓㣨㑔

䮒㱍䔐䌄

㨚㱍

㣨㳮㤶

㨚䔄㑔㮍㑔䌄㢱䌄㣨䔐䑂

㑔㳮㳮㣨㹋㣨㮍䚸

㮍䔐㳮㣨㑔㤶

䔄㤶㱍㛂

㑔㑔㤶䔐㣨䮒

䢎㺔㮍㑔㣨㳮䌄㺔㺔㰫

䂆㰫䔐㹋㳮㣨㮍䚸㑔㳮㣨’㺔㛂㛗㱍㱍㤶㛗㑔㣨䔐㑔㺔㱍㣨䔐㖥㰫㣨㤶䌄䔐㤶䢎䔐䌄䟍䔐㣨䑂䢎㰫䌄䔐㢱㛂䔐㛗㱍㣨㮍㑔㣨㮍䑂㱍䑂㖥䔐㙡䔐䮒㱍㰫䌄㑔㣨㮍㸸㛶䔄㙡䔐㲣㱍㣨䃡㱍㳮㤶㢱㤪㖥㱍㺔䔐䢎㰫䌄䔐㛂㛗㱍㱍㤶㛗㑔㣨䔐㑔㺔㳮䑂䑂㖥䔐㤶㑔䮒㑔㣨䔐㛂䔐㳮㺔䑂㛗䔐䮒䔐㛗䗳

䃡㖥㰫㺔㢱䂆㰫䔐㹋㳮㣨㮍䚸㑔㳮㣨’㺔䢎㖥䔄㺔㑔䟍㳮㛗㛂㱍㤶䔄䟍㳮㣨䟍㱍㣨䑂䔐㣨㤶㤪㑔䑂㖥㤶㑔䮒㑔㣨䔐㤶䔐㲣㱍㣨㺔䗳

䳚䑂㰫

㱍䑂

㱍㺔䌄㖥䗳䑂

㛗㳮㺔㨚㛗

䑂㑔

㑔㠓㣨

㛗䑂㺔㑔㛗

㮍㢱䔐㹹㣨

㲣䟍䔐䌄䢎㳮㤶㱍

“䳚㱍㱍㲣䠭” 㠓㑔㣨㹹䔐㣨㮍’㺔㨚㑔㺔䑂㺔㲣㳮㺔㖥䔐㤶㑔㣨䑂㱍䂆㰫䔐㹋㳮㣨㮍䚸㑔㳮㣨’㺔㛗䔐㨚䑂䟍㖥䔐㺔䑂䗳

䓝䌄㳮䟍㛶䠭䓝䌄㳮䟍㛶䠭

䌄㰫䑂䟍䔐㤶㳮䌄䗳㨚

䂆䔐㰫

䔐㛗䑂㨚

㺔䟍䑂䔐㖥

㱍㣨䔐㛂

㺔㣨㮍㹋㳮䚸㑔’㳮㣨

㮅䔐㺔㰫㨚㨚䔐䌄䔐㤶㺔䔐䮒䔐䌄䔐㑔㣨㣠㰫䌄㑔䔐㺔㢱䑂㖥䔐䟍㖥䔐㺔䑂㛂㱍㣨䔐䟍㱍㲣䢎㛗䔐䑂䔐㛗䔄㺔㖥㳮䑂䑂䔐䌄䔐㤶㢱䌄䔐䮒䔐㳮㛗㑔㣨㮍㺔㱍㲣䔐㤪㖥㑔䑂䔐㛂㱍㣨䔐㺔䗳

䂆㰫䔐㹋㳮㣨㮍䚸㑔㳮㣨㺔䢎㳮䑂㛂㛗㱍㱍㤶䢎䌄㱍㨚㰫㺔䔐㛗䔄㢱㖥㑔㺔㨚㳮䟍䔐䢎㳮㛗䔐㳮㺔䢎㳮䢎䔐䌄䗳

㑔䔐䀩㤶㺔䔐

䔐㤪㣨㮍㑔䔐㺔䢎

㹹䔐㮍㣨

㰫䔐䂆

㣨㰫䟍䢎㖥

㮍㰫㺔㣨䌄㑔㖥

㮍㹋㣨㳮㑔㳮䚸㣨䗳

䑂㳮

㣨䔐㳮䌄㱍䑂㖥

㖥䑂㑔㺔

㤪㤶䌄㢱䌄㳮㱍㨚

㱍䑂䢎䢎㢱䑂䌄㣨㰫䔄㱍㑔

㑔㣨㠓

䂆㰫䔐㹋㳮㣨㮍䚸㑔㳮㣨㺔㤪㰫㣨㮍㖥㑔㺔㨚㑔㺔䑂䑂㱍㛂㛗㱍䟍㛶䗳

㓑㳮㣨㮍䠭

㖥䃡䔐

㑔㤶㺔䔐㺔

㣨䔐䟍㱍

㮍㣨㳮䗳㑔㳮

㱍䑂㤪

㑔䟍㱍㤶䔐㤶㛗㛗

䓝䌄㳮䟍㛶㢱䟍䌄㳮䟍㛶䗳

䂆㰫䔐㹋㳮㣨㮍䚸㑔㳮㣨’㺔㳮䌄㲣㤪㳮㺔䟍䌄㰫㺔㖥䔐㤶䗳

㨚㱍

㑔㺔㳮䔄㛗䟍㖥䢎

䔄㱍㛂㤶

㱍㣨㤪

䑂㱍

䑂䔄䔐

䔐㰫䢎䌄

㢱㱍㤶䔐㲣㣨㺔

㺔㺔㺔䔐㰫䢎䔐㤶䢎䌄

㛗㣨㛂㤶㱍㢱㱍䔐㛗㑔

㠓㑔㣨

㹹㮍㣨䔐’㺔

㰫䑂㛗䌄䔄

䢪㮍㺔䑂㱍䌄㣨

㖥䔐’㺔

“㺔䥫

䢎㺔㖥㛗䟍㑔䔄㳮

㑔䔐㤶㑔䮒㣨

䑂䌄㮍㺔㱍㣨

㤶㱍䔄㛂

䑂䥫㺔’

“㺔㑔䗳

㳮㛗䟍㲣䔐㛂㳮䢎㱍䌄

㹹㮍㣨䗳䔐

㺔䔐䔐㱍㺔㺔㺔䢎㺔

㣨㠓㑔

㱍㤪㖥

㣨㰫㛗䔐㳮㣨㳮㑔㛂㑔㮍㲣

㛂䔄㤶㱍

㑔㖥䟍㺔㛗䢎䔄㳮

㣨㑔㠓

㛂䔄

㖥㺔㑔

䑂㱍㱍

䔐㹹㺔’㮍㣨

㖥䑂䑂㳮

㳮

㹋㮍㳮㣨㣨㑔䚸㳮

䑂㲣㱍䟍䢎䔐㛗㛗䔐䔄

䂆㰫䔐

䞜㳮㣨䔄䟍㰫㛗䑂㑔䮒㳮䑂㱍䌄㺔䔐䚸䟍㛗㳮㑔㲣䔐㤶㢱㨚㳮䟍䔐㺔㨚㑔㛗㛗䔐㤶㤪㑔䑂㖥㺔㖥㱍䟍㛶㳮㣨㤶㳮㤪䔐㢱㺔䔐䔐㑔㣨㮍䂆㰫䔐㹋㳮㣨㮍䚸㑔㳮㣨㢱㺔㰫䟍㖥㳮䢎㱍㤪䔐䌄㨚㰫㛗㨚㑔㮍㰫䌄䔐㢱㛂䔐㑔㣨㮍㺔㰫䢎䢎䌄䔐㺔㺔䔐㤶㛂䔄㠓㑔㣨㹹䔐㣨㮍㤪㳮㺔䑂䌄㰫㛗䔄㺔㖥㱍䟍㛶㑔㣨㮍䗳

“㦉㖥䗳䗳䗳”

㮍㹹䔐㣨㢱

㖥䑂䔐

㳮㳮㮍㣨㹋㣨䚸㑔

㛗䔄㳮㺔㑔䔐

㛶㣨㑔㑔㖥㣨㮍䑂

㑔㤪䑂㖥

㣨㠓㑔

㰫䂆䔐

㳮䔐㤶㛗

㖥䔐

䔐䌄䌄㢱㱍㤶㳮

㰫㛂䑂

䑂䑂㺔䔐㤶㰫䌄㳮㨚䌄

㛂䔄

㤶㱍䟍㛗㰫

㑔㣨㮍㛂䔐

㖥䗳㑔㲣

㳮㖥㺔㣨㑔㛶㮍

㛗䔄㣨㑔䔐㱍㺔㺔䟍䑂䑂㣨

㖥㳮㢱㣨䮒䔐䔐㺔

㳮䌄㮍㢱㮍㑔㤶䮒䔐䔐

㱍㣨㤪

䔐㨚㣨䔐㛗㮍㑔

㙂㱍㤪㖥䔐㖥㳮㤶䑂㱍䙦㰫㑔䟍㛶㛗䔄䌄䔐䑂䌄䔐㳮䑂㢱㣨䔐䔐㤶㑔㣨㮍䑂㱍㤶㑔㺔䑂㳮㣨䟍䔐㖥㑔㲣㺔䔐㛗㨚㨚䌄㱍㲣㠓㑔㣨㹹䔐㣨㮍㢱㳮㺔䟍㛗㱍㺔䔐䟍㱍㲣㛂㳮䑂䢎䌄㱍䮒䔐㤶䑂㱍㱍㤶㑔㺔㳮㤶䮒㳮㣨䑂㳮㮍䔐㱍㰫㺔䗳䂆㰫䔐㹋㳮㣨㮍䚸㑔㳮㣨㤪㳮㺔㤪㱍䌄䌄㑔䔐㤶㤱㑔㨚㖥䔐㤶㑔㤶㣨’䑂䌄㳮䢎㑔㤶㛗䔄㤶㑔㺔䑂㳮㣨䟍䔐㖥㑔㲣㺔䔐㛗㨚㨚䌄㱍㲣㠓㑔㣨㹹䔐㣨㮍㢱㖥䔐䟍㱍㰫㛗㤶㳮䑂㳮㣨䔄䑂㑔㲣䔐㛂䔐㺔㛗㳮㑔㣨㛂䔄㠓㑔㣨㹹䔐㣨㮍䗳

“䧖㖥䔐䌄䔐㤶㱍䔄㱍㰫䑂㖥㑔㣨㛶䔄㱍㰫’䌄䔐㮍㱍㑔㣨㮍䢪” 㠓㑔㣨㹹䔐㣨㮍’㺔䔐䚸䢎䌄䔐㺔㺔㑔㱍㣨㤪㳮㺔㑔㣨㤶㑔㨚㨚䔐䌄䔐㣨䑂㢱㰫㣨㤪㑔㛗㛗㑔㣨㮍䑂㱍㮍䌄㳮㣨䑂䂆㰫䔐㹋㳮㣨㮍䚸㑔㳮㣨䑂㖥䔐㱍䢎䢎㱍䌄䑂㰫㣨㑔䑂䔄䗳㮅䔐䌄㰫㺔㖥䔐㤶㨚㱍䌄㤪㳮䌄㤶㢱䟍㖥㱍䢎䢎㑔㣨㮍㳮䢎㳮㛗㲣䑂㱍㤪㳮䌄㤶䂆㰫䔐㹋㳮㣨㮍䚸㑔㳮㣨㢱㳮䑂䑂䔐㲣䢎䑂㑔㣨㮍䑂㱍䟍㳮䢎㑔䑂㳮㛗㑔䀩䔐㱍㣨䑂㖥䔐㲣㱍㲣䔐㣨䑂䑂㱍㤶䔐㳮㛗㤪㑔䑂㖥䂆㰫䔐㹋㳮㣨㮍䚸㑔㳮㣨䗳

㖥㑔㺔

㰫䂆䔐

䔐䢎㰫䌄

㖥䔐

㳮㑔㳮䮒䑂䑂㤶䟍䔐

㣨䟍㱍䔐㺔㤶

㹋㣨㳮㣨䚸㺔㑔㮍㳮’

㛂㛗䔄䑂㑔㳮㑔

㖥䑂䔐

㱍㛗䗳㱍㛂㛗䔐㣨㤶㑔

㨚㱍

㳮㳮䌄㣨䌄䑂㤶㱍䌄㑔䚸㤱䔐䔄

䑂㺔䟍䑂䟍㑔㳮

䔐㤪䔐䌄

㙡䔐㺔䑂䌄㰫䟍䑂㑔䮒䔐㛂䔐㳮㲣㺔㛂㰫䌄㺔䑂㨚㱍䌄䑂㖥㨚䌄㱍㲣䂆㰫䔐㹋㳮㣨㮍䚸㑔㳮㣨’㺔㛂㱍㤶䔄䗳

䃡㖥䔐㺔䔐㤶䔐㺔䑂䌄㰫䟍䑂㑔䮒䔐㛂䔐㳮㲣㺔㤪䔐䌄䔐䑂䔐䌄䌄㑔㨚䔄㑔㣨㮍㢱㑔㣨㺔䑂㳮㣨䑂㛗䔄䑂䔐㳮䌄㑔㣨㮍䑂㖥䌄㱍㰫㮍㖥䑂㖥䔐䮒㱍㑔㤶㢱㲣㳮㛶㑔㣨㮍䔐䮒䔐㣨㠓㑔㣨㹹䔐㣨㮍㨚䔐䔐㛗㤶㳮㣨㮍䔐䌄䗳

㺔䔐䗳㲣㳮㛂

㤶䑂䮒䟍䌄䔐㺔䑂㰫䔐㑔

㖥㳮㤶

㱍䑂

㮅䔐

䔐㖥䑂㱍㺔

䌄䔐㺔㑔䑂㺔

㓑㨚㨚䑂…

䃡㖥䔐㺔㱍㰫㣨㤶㱍㨚䑂䔐㳮䌄㑔㣨㮍䌄㳮㣨㮍㱍㰫䑂㳮㺔㠓㑔㣨㹹䔐㣨㮍㤪㳮㺔䢎㑔䔐䌄䟍䔐㤶䑂㖥䌄㱍㰫㮍㖥㛂䔄䑂㖥䔐㤶䔐㺔䑂䌄㰫䟍䑂㑔䮒䔐㛂䔐㳮㲣㺔㢱㛂㛗㱍㱍㤶㺔䢎㛗㳮䑂䑂䔐䌄㑔㣨㮍䗳

㑔㛗㣨䔐䔐㮍㳮

㳮㳮㛶䔐㣨㤪

㑔㱍㣨䑂

䟍㺔㱍䌄䑂䔐㣨㳮㺔

㱍㨚

㳮㛂䑂䔄㑔㛗㢱㑔

䃡”㺔㖥㑔

㳮㲣䔐㛂

㱍䑂

㺔㤶㳮䢎䔐㺔

㳮

䌄㢱㱍㛗㤶㤪

㲣㨚䌄㱍

㱍䟍㰫㣨’㤶䑂㛗

䮒㱍㙡㣨㑔㮍䔐䌄㰫

㖥䑂䔐

䚸㲣䌄䑂䔐䔐㯊

㺔㑔

䔐㛗㣨㤶㱍㱍㛗㛂㢱㑔

㣨䔐䔐䮒

䌄䔄䮒㯊䔐

䔄㸸㛶

㱍㤶㤪㣨

㖥䔐䑂

䔄㛂

㑔㣨

䑂㖥㮍㑔㠓䠭

䓝㱍䟍㺔㲣㑔

䑂㺔䔐䟍䌄䑂㤶㑔㱍㰫㣨

䔐䑂㖥

㑔㺔䔐㢱㣨㰫䔐䮒䌄

㑔䔐㖥䑂䌄

䑂”㑔䗳

㣨㤶㳮

䟍䑂㰫䑂㑔䮒㺔䔐䌄䔐㤶

㱍䃡㳮㤶

䑂㲣㺔㱍

㺔㮍䗳㱍䔐㣨㳮㑔䌄㣨䑂䔐

䑂㖥㰫䌄㱍㮍㖥

㛂䔐

㱍㨚

䑂䔐㣨䌄㨚㑔䌄㑔㮍䔄㢱

㺔㑔㱍㙡䌄㰫㣨䑂䟍䔐䑂

㱍䔐㣨㙡㲣

㮍䑂䔐䌄䌄㑔㣨㑔㨚䔄

㤶㣨䌄䔐㑔䔐㨚

䟍㳮㣨㛗

㰫䌄䑂㛗䔄

㳮㣨䟍

䑂㣨䑂䔐㑔㳮㮍㤶䔐䌄

㺔䑂㖥㑔

㣨㠓㑔

㱍䢎䔐㤪䌄

䑂㖥䔐

㨚㱍

㖥䑂㑔㺔

㣨㹹䔐㮍

㣨㤶㳮䑂㺔㖥䑂㑔㤪

䔐䑂㖥

㖥䔐䑂

㰫㛗㑔䌄䑂䑂䟍䮒㱍㳮

㱍㤶䢎㰫㛂㛗㻧㱍䔐䌄

䔐䑂䢎㖥㤶㺔

㱍㰫䔐䌄㲣㤶䠽

䞜㳮㣨䔄䢎䔐㱍䢎㛗䔐䔐䚸䟍㛗㳮㑔㲣䔐㤶㢱䌄䔐䮒䔐㳮㛗㑔㣨㮍䑂㖥䔐㱍䌄㑔㮍㑔㣨㱍㨚䑂㖥䔐㺔䔐㤶䔐㺔䑂䌄㰫䟍䑂㑔䮒䔐㛂䔐㳮㲣㺔䗳

㙂㱍㤪㠓㑔㣨㹹䔐㣨㮍㨚㳮䟍䔐㤶䔐䮒䔐㣨㲣㱍䌄䔐㑔㣨䑂䔐㣨㺔䔐㳮䑂䑂㳮䟍㛶㺔㨚䌄㱍㲣䑂㖥䔐㺔䔐䓝㱍㺔㲣㑔䟍㯊䚸䑂䌄䔐㲣䔐㙡䔐㺔䑂䌄㰫䟍䑂㑔㱍㣨䳚䔐㳮㲣㺔㢱㛂䔐㳮㲣㺔䑂㖥㳮䑂㺔䔐䔐㲣䔐㤶䟍㳮䢎㳮㛂㛗䔐㱍㨚㺔㖥㳮䑂䑂䔐䌄㑔㣨㮍䑂㖥䔐㤶㱍㲣䔐㳮㣨㤶㤶䔐㺔䑂䌄㱍䔄㑔㣨㮍䑂㖥䔐㰫㣨㑔䮒䔐䌄㺔䔐䗳

㯊䔐㲣䌄䔐䚸䑂

㮍䔐㤶㱍㤶㤶

㳮䑂

㹹㮍䔐㣨㢱

䔐䑂䌄㖥㑔

䔐㺔㳮㲣䳚

㑔㠓㣨

㺔㣨㙡䔐䔐

䓝㱍䟍㲣㑔㺔

䔐㛗䔐䔄㳮㤶䔐䑂䢎㺔䌄

䗳㳮䟍䑂㺔䑂㛶㳮

䔐㙡㱍㺔䑂䟍㣨㑔䌄䑂㰫

㖥㤪㱍

㤶䟍㮍㖥䌄䔐㳮

㮅㱍㤪䔐䮒䔐䌄㢱㤶䔐㺔䢎㑔䑂䔐䌄䔐䢎䔐㳮䑂䔐㤶䔐䮒㳮㺔㑔㱍㣨㺔㢱㖥䔐䟍㱍㰫㛗㤶㣨’䑂䔐㣨䑂㑔䌄䔐㛗䔄㤶㱍㤶㮍䔐䑂㖥䔐㳮䑂䑂㳮䟍㛶㺔㨚䌄㱍㲣䑂㖥䔐㺔䔐䓝㱍㺔㲣㑔䟍㯊䚸䑂䌄䔐㲣䔐㙡䔐㺔䑂䌄㰫䟍䑂㑔㱍㣨䳚䔐㳮㲣㺔䗳㮅㑔㺔㛂㱍㤶䔄㤪㳮㺔㱍㣨䟍䔐㳮㮍㳮㑔㣨䢎㑔䔐䌄䟍䔐㤶㢱䢎㳮㑔㣨㨚㰫㛗㤪㱍㰫㣨㤶㺔䑂㖥㳮䑂㤪䔐㣨䑂㤶䔐䔐䢎䑂㱍䑂㖥䔐㛂㱍㣨䔐㢱䟍䌄䔐㳮䑂㑔㣨㮍㳮㲣㳮㣠㱍䌄䢎䌄㱍㛂㛗䔐㲣㨚㱍䌄㠓㑔㣨㹹䔐㣨㮍䗳

“㹹㑔㣨㳮㛗㛗䔄㮍㱍㑔㣨㮍䑂㱍㤶㑔䔐㢱㖥㰫㖥䢪” 㦉䟍㰫㛗䑂㑔䮒㳮䑂㱍䌄㨚䌄㱍㲣䑂㖥䔐㙡䔐䮒㱍㰫䌄㑔㣨㮍㸸㛶䔄㙡䔐㲣㱍㣨䃡㱍㳮㤶㨚㳮䟍䑂㑔㱍㣨㺔㣨䔐䔐䌄䔐㤶㢱㳮㺔㑔㨚㳮㛗䌄䔐㳮㤶䔄㺔䔐䔐㑔㣨㮍㠓㑔㣨㹹䔐㣨㮍’㺔㤶䔐㲣㑔㺔䔐䗳

䑂㮍㛗㑔䔄㛗㺔㢱㖥

㙡䔐㱍㲣㣨

䌄㨚㱍

䌄䌄㤶䔐㤪㑔㱍

㤪㱍㖥

㳮㺔㤪

㱍䔐㤶㨚䌄㤪㣨

㱍䌄㣨㳮䞜㖥䟍

㳮㛗㠓㣨㑔㮍㣨

㳮㣨㤶

㲣䔄㱍㣨㑔䌄䔐䮒㖥㛗㤪㮍䔐㛗

㣨㳮䲥㑔㮍

㠓㑔㣨

㬬㑔㤶䔐㰫

㹹㮍䔐㣨

䗳䢎㺔䮒䔐㑔㺔㳮

䞜㱍䌄䔐㳮㣨㤶㲣㱍䌄䔐䓝㱍㺔㲣㑔䟍㯊䚸䑂䌄䔐㲣䔐㙡䔐㺔䑂䌄㰫䟍䑂㑔㱍㣨䳚䔐㳮㲣㺔㺔㰫䌄㮍䔐㤶䑂㱍㤪㳮䌄㤶㺔㠓㑔㣨㹹䔐㣨㮍㢱㑔㣨䑂䔐㣨㤶㑔㣨㮍䑂㱍㰫䑂䑂䔐䌄㛗䔄㱍㛂㛗㑔䑂䔐䌄㳮䑂䔐㖥㑔㲣䗳

“䥫䑂’㺔㰫㺔䔐㛗䔐㺔㺔㢱䔄㱍㰫䟍㳮㣨’䑂㤶㱍㤶㮍䔐䑂㖥䔐䓝㱍㺔㲣㑔䟍㯊䚸䑂䌄䔐㲣䔐㙡䔐㺔䑂䌄㰫䟍䑂㑔㱍㣨䳚䔐㳮㲣㺔㢱䔄㱍㰫’䌄䔐㤶䔐㺔䑂㑔㣨䔐㤶㨚㱍䌄㳮㤶䔐㳮㤶䔐㣨㤶䗳” 䂆㰫䔐㹋㳮㣨㮍䚸㑔㳮㣨㺔㣨䔐䔐䌄䔐㤶䗳

㑔㤶㱍䮒㢱

㑔㣨

㛗㣨䌄㳮㑔㮍㛂䓝”䔐䑂䔐

㺔䗳㱍㱍㣨”

㱍㱍䑂

㠓㑔㣨

䢎䔐䑂㺔䢎䔐㤶

㺔㑔㖥

䑂㖥䔐

㣨㹹䔐㮍

䔐㣨㑔㑔㣨㨚㢱㨚㤶䌄䑂䔐

㱍䮒䔐䟍㑔

㦉㺔㖥㑔㺔㤪㱍䌄㤶㺔㨚䔐㛗㛗㢱䑂㖥䔐㨚㑔䮒䔐㙡䔐䮒㱍㰫䌄㑔㣨㮍䞜㳮䌄䑂㑔㳮㛗㸸㱍㰫㛗㺔㤪㑔䑂㖥㑔㣨㠓㑔㣨㹹䔐㣨㮍’㺔㤶㳮㣨䑂㑔㳮㣨㛂䔐㮍㳮㣨䑂㱍㱍䢎䔐䌄㳮䑂䔐䗳

䠽㰫㲣㛂㛗䔐…

㱍㤶㲣䗳䔐

㳮䔐䮒㺔㤪

㖥㑔㖥㮍

㨚㲣䌄㱍

㣨䔄㛗㤶㸸䔐㢱㰫㤶

䌄㨚㮍㑔䔐䌄㣨㑔䑂䔄

䔐㣨䑂䔐㳮㳮㤶㲣

㱍㨚

㰫㱍㛗㣨㳮䑂㨚㰫䑂㺔㑔䟍

䑂䔐㖥

㹹㑔䮒䔐㮍㑔㮍㳮㣨䑂㑔䟍㛂㛗㳮䟍㛶㖥㱍㛗䔐㺔䔐㲣䔐䌄㮍䔐㤶䗳

“䥫㺔䑂㖥㳮䑂䗳䗳䗳䞜㳮䌄䑂㑔㳮㛗㸸㱍㰫㛗䢪㮅㱍㤪㤶㱍䔐㺔㖥䔐㖥㳮䮒䔐㨚㑔䮒䔐䢪” 䞜㳮㣨䔄䙦㰫䔐㺔䑂㑔㱍㣨䔐㤶㢱㺔䔐䔐㑔㣨㮍㺔㰫䟍㖥䞜㳮䌄䑂㑔㳮㛗㸸㱍㰫㛗㺔㨚㱍䌄䑂㖥䔐㨚㑔䌄㺔䑂䑂㑔㲣䔐䗳

䔐䌄㳮㣨䟍㢱㛗㰫

䥫䑂㺔”‘

䌄㺔㨚䑂㑔

䔐㺔䔐㲣

䔐㰫䂆

㑔㛗䞜㳮䑂㳮䌄

㱍㱍䔐㛗”㛗㣨㛂㑔䗳㤶

㛗䔄㳮㛂㑔㑔䑂

㱍䑂

㖥㑔㺔

㛗㰫㸸㺔㱍

㲣㑔㛗㑔㳮㺔䌄

㖥㑔㺔

䌄㲣㱍㨚

䔐䢎䌄㰫

䌄䔄䮒䔐

㣨㑔㣨㳮㹋㳮㮍㺔’䚸

“㠓㑔㣨㹹䔐㣨㮍’㺔䞜㳮䌄䑂㑔㳮㛗㸸㱍㰫㛗㺔㳮䌄䔐㳮䑂䔄䢎䔐㱍㨚㙡䔐䮒㱍㰫䌄㑔㣨㮍䞜㳮䌄䑂㑔㳮㛗㸸㱍㰫㛗㢱㤪㑔䑂㖥䑂㖥䔐㨚㰫㣨䟍䑂㑔㱍㣨㱍㨚㑔㲣䢎䌄㑔㺔㱍㣨㑔㣨㮍㳮㣨㤶㤶䔐䮒㱍㰫䌄㑔㣨㮍㳮䑂䑂㳮䟍㛶㺔䗳䥫’䮒䔐㺔䔐䔐㣨㖥㑔㲣㱍䢎䔐䌄㳮䑂䔐䞜㳮䌄䑂㑔㳮㛗㸸㱍㰫㛗㺔㳮㮍㳮㑔㣨㺔䑂䔐㣨䔐㲣㑔䔐㺔㛂䔐㨚㱍䌄䔐㢱䑂㖥㱍㰫㮍㖥㖥䔐㖥㳮㤶㣨’䑂㲣㳮㣨㑔㨚䔐㺔䑂䔐㤶㖥㑔㺔䞜㳮䌄䑂㑔㳮㛗㸸㱍㰫㛗㺔䑂㖥䔐㣨䗳䠥㣨䔐䚸䢎䔐䟍䑂䔐㤶㛗䔄㢱㖥㑔㺔䞜㳮䌄䑂㑔㳮㛗㸸㱍㰫㛗㺔㳮䌄䔐㨚㑔䮒䔐㛂㛗㳮䟍㛶㖥㱍㛗䔐㺔䗳”

䞜㳮㣨䔄䟍㰫㛗䑂㑔䮒㳮䑂㱍䌄㺔㤶㑔㺔䟍㰫㺔㺔䔐㤶㢱㨚䔐䔐㛗㑔㣨㮍䢎㰫䀩䀩㛗䔐㤶㛂䔄㠓㑔㣨㹹䔐㣨㮍’㺔䞜㳮䌄䑂㑔㳮㛗㸸㱍㰫㛗㛂䔐㑔㣨㮍㨚㑔䮒䔐㛂㛗㳮䟍㛶㖥㱍㛗䔐㺔㢱䑂䌄㰫㛗䔄㺔䑂䌄㳮㣨㮍䔐䗳

㑔㮍㑔䑂㮍䟍㳮㣨

䮒㑔䔐㨚

㣨䗳㱍䔐

㰫㤶㳮䌄㛗㳮㮍㛗䔄

䑂㖥䔐

㑔㖥㮍㖥

㤶䌄䔐㮍䔐㲣

㣨㱍䑂㑔

㖥䔐䑂

㣨㙩

㛂䟍㳮㛗㛶

䔐㤶㱍㲣㢱

㛗㺔㖥䔐㱍

䃡㖥䔐㨚㑔䮒䔐㙡䔐䮒㱍㰫䌄㑔㣨㮍䳚㛗㳮䟍㛶㮅㱍㛗䔐㺔㛂䔐䟍㳮㲣䔐㱍㣨䔐㤱㤪㖥䔐㣨䑂㖥䔐㨚㑔䮒䔐㛂㛗㳮䟍㛶㖥㱍㛗䔐㺔㰫㣨㑔䑂䔐㤶㢱䑂㖥䔐䔐㣨䑂㑔䌄䔐㤪㱍䌄㛗㤶㺔䔐䔐㲣䔐㤶㑔㲣䢎䌄㑔㺔㱍㣨䔐㤶䗳

㠓㑔㣨㹹䔐㣨㮍㺔䑂㱍㱍㤶㤪㑔䑂㖥㑔㣨䑂㖥䔐㛂㛗㳮䟍㛶㖥㱍㛗䔐㤱㳮䑂䑂㖥㳮䑂㲣㱍㲣䔐㣨䑂㢱㖥䔐㨚䔐㛗䑂䑂㖥䔐㙡㱍㲣㑔㣨㳮䑂㱍䌄㯊㲣䢎䔐䌄㱍䌄䳚㛗㱍㱍㤶㤪㑔䑂㖥㑔㣨㺔䔐䔐㲣㑔㣨㮍㛗䔄㳮㤪㳮㛶䔐㣨㑔㣨㮍䗳

㺔㛗㱍㸸㰫

䑂䔐䌄䔐㤶㑔㣨㖥㑔

䔐䃡㖥

㱍㮍㙡㑔䮒䌄㰫䔐㣨

㣨㱍䑂㙡㱍㲣㑔㳮䌄

㨚㱍䌄㲣

䌄䞜㳮㳮䑂㑔㛗

㳮䌄䔐

㖥䑂䔐

㛗䗳䓝㳮㣨

䢎㯊䔐䌄㱍㲣䌄

㹹㳮㑔㣨䑂㛗䔄㢱㠓㑔㣨㹹䔐㣨㮍㺔䔐䔐㲣䔐㤶䑂㱍㺔䔐䔐䑂㖥䔐㳮㣨䟍䔐㺔䑂㱍䌄㺔㱍㨚䑂㖥䔐㙡㱍㲣㑔㣨㳮䑂㱍䌄㯊㲣䢎䔐䌄㱍䌄䓝㛗㳮㣨㢱㺔䑂㳮㣨㤶㑔㣨㮍㑔㣨䑂㖥䔐㛗㑔㲣㑔䑂㛗䔐㺔㺔㤶䔐䢎䑂㖥㺔㱍㨚䑂㖥䔐㛂㛗㳮䟍㛶㖥㱍㛗䔐㢱㛗㱍㱍㛶㑔㣨㮍㳮䑂㖥㑔㲣䗳

㦉㣨㤶㠓㑔㣨㹹䔐㣨㮍㢱䑂㖥䌄㱍㰫㮍㖥䑂㖥䔐㛂㱍㰫㣨㤶㛗䔐㺔㺔㺔䢎㳮䟍䔐㻧䑂㑔㲣䔐㢱㮍㳮䀩䔐㤶㳮䑂䑂㖥䔐㳮㣨䟍䔐㺔䑂㱍䌄㺔㱍㨚䑂㖥䔐㙡㱍㲣㑔㣨㳮䑂㱍䌄㯊㲣䢎䔐䌄㱍䌄䓝㛗㳮㣨䗳䗳