Novel Bin
Chapter 909: Trouble Knocking on Door! (2)
Chapter 909: Trouble Knocking on Door! (2)
Elia appeared extremely frustrated since this elf wasn't an opponent that even a hundred of her current self could handle. She suddenly started to think that her luck was really terrible since she had always fallen into this awful situation and caused trouble for Jacob.
First, she was captured by the Cursed Necromancer King and nearly refined into some formation, and now this elf was also giving her dangerous vibes; from the looks of it, he seemed to be also interested in capturing her.
She didn't dare to imagine how Jacob would feel about this, and at this point, she had some idea about Jacob's personality; if she had to describe him with one word, it would be 'Ruthless!'
Although he was kind to her sometimes, he was ruthless to his opponents, and she had personally witnessed his actions.
But this also calmed her down since, in front of Jacob, this elf seemed nothing. Jacob was both a deterrence and a source of confidence for her. She hadn't seen Jacob struggling with anyone yet, which made him almost invincible in her heart, which significantly reduced her fear of the elf.
Furthermore, the Pride and Wrath Laws have a strange effect on her ego, especially because of her physique, and now that she is a fable legendary rank, it starts to show little by little.
The elf also noticed the change in Elia's disposition as her eyes became apparent, and she didn't seem to panic anymore, which made the elf even more impressed by this young talent of his race.
After all, this elf was a Legendary King of the Elf Race, and his title was the Shadowless King. He was also a Guardian King Rank figure of the Zodiac Night Federation, which was the highest rank Zodiac Night Federation in legendary plains, which made him even more extraordinary.
As for what the Shadowless King was doing here, it was naturally the Throne of Death because his law greatly compliments the Law of Death, and most importantly, the Throne of Death is considered the highest rank Legendary King Treasure because it was ancient and belonged to an unknown era.
This fact was enough to raise countless Legendary King's greed. Now that the Zodiac Beasts were no longer obstructing their ways, those who got the news about the Throne of Death being claimed from the Valley of Sunless Dusk naturally started investigating it.
Another reason was because of the Cursed Necromancer King because he was a peak level existence among legendary kings and claimed to be unmatched among them when he was alive. After all, if not for the schemas of others and assault by so many legendary kings, the Cursed Necromancer King wouldn't have fallen.
Yet despite that, he still lived on, and the Throne of Death remained in his protection, and despite the curse, no one dared to attack the Valley of Sunless Dusk anymore.
But now that the Cursed Necromancer King was finally out of the picture, those guys coveting the Throne of Death would do everything to get it, and the Shadowless King was just one of them, and he was also one of the most powerful ones.
"What do you want from my teacher?" Elia calmly asked as she didn't clear the Shadowless King's misunderstanding.
After all, since he considered the Myriad Galaxy King her teacher, this meant whichever enmity he had would be steered in his direction instead of Jacob's. This way, she could also buy her some time until Jacob arrived.
Shadowless King couldn't help but nod in approval since Elia's actions indicated that she wasn't a reckless fool and knew she couldn't win this fight, which meant she wanted to preserve her life. As for if she would betray her teacher for her life, he was very interested in seeing it.
"Since you are sensible, I won't make it difficult for you. Tell me, did the Myriad Galaxy King go to the Valley of Sunless Dusk?" Shadowless King asked as his eyes were affixed to Elia's facial reactions, and his soul sense was also stirring. He wanted to measure her emotions and figure out the truth.
Just as the Shadowless King mentioned the Valley of Sunless Dusk, he instantly noticed Elia's heart race and her emotions stirred chaotically despite Elia trying not to show them, which instantly made Shadowless King elated since this made him believe that the Myriad Galaxy King was really the culprit behind the capture of Throne of Death.
Although he had used the Soul Search technique on a few guards, he didn't find anything; instead, he learned something strange. The Myriad Galaxy King seemed to have vanished from the public eye, and what he did when the Zodiac Beasts were besieging the city was also known to the Shadowless King.
So, the Shadowless King thought that the Myriad Galaxy King was either wounded or doing something important to hand over the matter of his beloved city to the legendary lords. This made Shadowless King break into the palace without any misgivings, and now, with Elia, he was even more sure that he was on the right track and soon, the Throne of Death would be his, and he knew he had little time since others would be coming soon.
That's why he didn't waste time, and without waiting for Elia's reply, he sternly asked, "Where is Myriad Galaxy King? As long as you tell me, I won't do anything against you. In fact, I'll take you back with me. It's far better than following that swindler. Your aptitude is very good, and I can sense profound law resonating with mine. I'll take you as my 83rd disciple, and you won't have to worry about Myriad Galaxy King anymore. So, what do you think?"
Elia was startled by this offer but was also secretly relieved that this guy was still blaming the Myriad Galaxy King for everything. Furthermore, she felt nothing for the Myriad Galaxy King; in her eyes, that guy was a lunatic, and Jacob had saved the entire city by getting rid of him; Jacob was simply too noble despite not showing it.
"He's not in the palace," Elia replied ambiguously without giving away too much since she had a feeling that this person was monitoring her with his soul force and lying to him would only make things worse, so she decided to tell the truth just enough, to draw the Shadowless King's attention elsewhere.
The Shadowless King suddenly frowned because, just as Elia thought, he could tell if she was lying, and he also knew Elia wasn't very good at controlling her body yet, so he was sure she was telling the truth.
"If he's not in the palace, where is he?" He asked again with a somewhat dark expression.
Elia replied, "I don't know where he is right now. The last time I saw him was over a year ago, and then I went into seclusion to break into Legendary Rank. I came out a few hours ago and found the palace empty still."
The Shadowless King's frown deepened, for Elia wasn't lying, and he knew things had become complicated.
'But if that guy wasn't here, why would my shadow spirit detection have pointed in this direction, and it is still doing the same? Don't tell me he's hiding here while pretending to be away so others won't disturb whatever he's doing. Could it be he's refining the Throne of Death!?'
The more the Shadowless King thought like this, the more his expression fell, and he knew he had to stop the Myriad Galaxy King.
But at this moment, the Shadowless King's expression changed, and without any hesitation, the surrounding darkness seemed to compress at one point as a terrifying pressure suddenly released.
However, the Shadowless King's expression was ugly as he looked at the dark wall and cussed, "Black King, you sneaky ghost bastard!"
Just as the Shadowless King trailed off, eerie laughter filled the corridor like a death knell, "Tsk, tsk, well, I guess your soul sense is still as sharp as ever, you snazzy prick. I only let my emotion fluctuate for a sliver of a moment, and you found me!"
㘜䠋䜁䘣 㚘㮃䘣 䅈䠋䣁 䴸䞐㮃䆴䀞 㟅䜁㧢㷝 䋬䠠 䅈䠋䣁 䭊䣁䲃䋬㧢 䇺㮃䆴䣁㢿 㮃㧢㸹 䠋䜁䘣 䲃䜁㷝䠋䅈 㚘㮃䘣㧢'䅈 㮃㧢䣧 䞐䣁䘣䘣䣁㪘 䅈䠋㮃㧢 㳮䠋㮃㸹䋬㚘䞐䣁䘣䘣 㟅䜁㧢㷝㢿 䜁䠠 㧢䋬䅈 䲃䜁㷝䠋䅈䜁䣁㪘㢿 㮃㧢㸹 䠋䣁 㚘㮃䘣 㮃䞐䘣䋬 䋬㧢䣁 䋬䠠 䅈䠋䣁 㡔䣁㷝䣁㧢㸹㮃㪘䣧 㟅䜁㧢㷝䘣 㚘䠋䋬 㚘䣁㪘䣁 䭋䣁䠋䜁㧢㸹 䅈䠋䣁 㸹䣁䲃䜁䘣䣁 䋬䠠 䅈䠋䣁 㩅䂬㪘䘣䣁㸹 䍤䣁䆴㪘䋬䲃㮃㧢䆴䣁㪘 㟅䜁㧢㷝㟖
㳮䣁䣁䜁㧢㷝 䅈䠋䣁 䴸䞐㮃䆴䀞 㟅䜁㧢㷝㢿 䅈䠋䣁 㳮䠋㮃㸹䋬㚘䞐䣁䘣䘣 㟅䜁㧢㷝'䘣 䣁㽈䧿㪘䣁䘣䘣䜁䋬㧢 㚘㮃䘣 㮃㚘䠠䂬䞐 䭋䣁䆴㮃䂬䘣䣁 䠋䜁䘣 䠠䣁㮃㪘 䠋㮃㸹 䆴䋬䲃䣁 䅈㪘䂬䣁䇗 䤺䠠 䅈䠋䜁䘣 㚘㮃䘣 䘣䋬䲃䣁 䋬䅈䠋䣁㪘 䞐䣁㷝䣁㧢㸹㮃㪘䣧 䀞䜁㧢㷝㢿 䅈䠋䣁 㳮䠋㮃㸹䋬㚘䞐䣁䘣䘣 㟅䜁㧢㷝 㚘䋬䂬䞐㸹㧢'䅈 䣁䲋䣁㧢 䘣䧿㮃㪘䣁 㮃 㷝䞐㮃㧢䆴䣁 㮃㧢㸹 䜁㧢䘣䅈㮃㧢䅈䞐䣧 䅈䂬㪘㧢 䠋䋬䘣䅈䜁䞐䣁 㮃㧢㸹 㮃䅈䅈㮃䆴䀞 䅈䠋䣁䲃䇗
㽕㮃㧢䣧 䧿䣁䋬䧿䞐䣁㢿 䜁㧢䆴䞐䂬㸹䜁㧢㷝 䅈䠋䣁 㳮䠋㮃㸹䋬㚘䞐䣁䘣䘣 㟅䜁㧢㷝㢿 䭋䣁䞐䜁䣁䲋䣁㸹 䅈䠋㮃䅈 䜁䠠 䅈䠋䣁 㩅䂬㪘䘣䣁㸹 䍤䣁䆴㪘䋬䲃㮃㧢䆴䣁㪘 㟅䜁㧢㷝 㮃㧢㸹 䴸䞐㮃䆴䀞 㟅䜁㧢㷝 䠋㮃㸹 䠠䋬䂬㷝䠋䅈 㚘䜁䅈䠋䋬䂬䅈 䅈䠋䣁 㘜䠋㪘䋬㧢䣁 䋬䠠 䭊䣁㮃䅈䠋 䜁㧢䲋䋬䞐䲋䣁䲃䣁㧢䅈㢿 䅈䠋䣁㪘䣁 㚘㮃䘣 㧢䋬 㚘㮃䣧 䅈䠋䣁 㩅䂬㪘䘣䣁㸹 䍤䣁䆴㪘䋬䲃㮃㧢䆴䣁㪘 㟅䜁㧢㷝 䆴䋬䂬䞐㸹 㸹䣁䠠䣁㮃䅈 䅈䠋䣁 䴸䞐㮃䆴䀞 㟅䜁㧢㷝㢿 㚘䠋䋬 㚘㮃䘣 㮃 㧢㮃䅈䂬㪘㮃䞐䲗䭋䋬㪘㧢 㧢䣁䆴㪘䋬䲃㮃㧢䆴䣁㪘 㚘䠋䜁䞐䣁 䅈䠋䣁 䠠䋬㪘䲃䣁㪘 㚘㮃䘣 㧢䋬䅈㟖
㹭䂬㪘䅈䠋䣁㪘䲃䋬㪘䣁㢿 㳮䠋㮃㸹䋬㚘䞐䣁䘣䘣 㟅䜁㧢㷝 䠋㮃㸹 䭋䣁䣁㧢 䆴㮃㪘䣁䞐䣁䘣䘣㢿 㮃㧢㸹 㧢䋬㚘 䅈䠋䣁 䴸䞐㮃䆴䀞 㟅䜁㧢㷝 䠋㮃㸹 䠋䣁㮃㪘㸹 䣁䲋䣁㪘䣧䋬㧢䣁 䫵䞐䜁㮃 䠋㮃㸹 㸹䜁䲋䂬䞐㷝䣁㸹 䅈䋬 䠋䜁䲃䇗
䴸䞐㮃䆴䀞 㟅䜁㧢㷝 䘣䣁䣁䲃䣁㸹 㧢䋬㧢䆴䠋㮃䞐㮃㧢䅈 㮃㧢㸹 䘣㧢㮃㪘䣁㸹 㸹䜁䘣㸹㮃䜁㧢䠠䂬䞐䞐䣧㢿 "㳮䜁㧢䆴䣁 㚘䠋䣁㧢 㸹䜁㸹 䅈䠋䣁 䍤䣁䂬䅈㪘㮃䞐 㹭㮃䆴䅈䜁䋬㧢 䆴㮃㪘䣁 㮃䭋䋬䂬䅈 䅈䠋䣁 䲃㮃䅈䅈䣁㪘䘣 䭋䣁䅈㚘䣁䣁㧢 䋬䂬㪘 䭊䣁㮃㸹 㮃㧢㸹 㡔䜁䠠䣁 㹭㮃䆴䅈䜁䋬㧢䘣䒉 㹭䂬㪘䅈䠋䣁㪘䲃䋬㪘䣁㢿 㮃㪘䣁㧢'䅈 䣧䋬䂬 㸹䋬䜁㧢㷝 䅈䠋䣁 䘣㮃䲃䣁䒉 㘜䠋䣁 䞐㮃䘣䅈 䅈䜁䲃䣁 䤺 䆴䠋䣁䆴䀞䣁㸹㢿 䅈䠋䜁䘣 䜁䘣㧢'䅈 䅈䠋䣁 㳮䅈㮃㪘 㟶䆴䣁㮃㧢 䣁䜁䅈䠋䣁㪘㢿 䘣䋬 䭋䣁䠠䋬㪘䣁 䘣䠋䋬㚘䜁㧢㷝 䣧䋬䂬㪘 䠋䣧䧿䋬䆴㪘䜁䘣䣧㢿 䣧䋬䂬 䘣䠋䋬䂬䞐㸹 䆴䠋䣁䆴䀞 䅈䠋䣁 䠠㮃䆴䅈䘣䇗 㟶䠋㢿 䲃䣧 䲃䜁䘣䅈㮃䀞䣁㢿 䤺 䘣䠋䋬䂬䞐㸹㧢'䅈 䭋䞐㮃䲃䣁 䣧䋬䂬㞎 㮃䠠䅈䣁㪘 㮃䞐䞐㢿 䅈䠋䣁 䣁㧢䅈䜁㪘䣁 䠠䣁㸹䣁㪘㮃䅈䜁䋬㧢'䘣 䭋㪘㮃䜁㧢䘣 㮃㪘䣁 䧿㪘䋬䭋㮃䭋䞐䣧 㸹㮃䲃㮃㷝䣁㸹 䭋䣁䆴㮃䂬䘣䣁 䋬䠠 䆴䋬䞐䞐䣁䆴䅈䜁㧢㷝 䘣䧿㮃䆴䣁 㸹䂬䘣䅈 䜁㧢 䅈䠋䣁 䘣䅈㮃㪘 䋬䆴䣁㮃㧢㟖"
㳮䠋㮃㸹䋬㚘䞐䣁䘣䘣 㟅䜁㧢㷝'䘣 䣁䣧䣁䘣 䘣䠋䋬㧢䣁 㚘䜁䅈䠋 䀞䜁䞐䞐䜁㧢㷝 䜁㧢䅈䣁㧢䅈 㮃䘣 䠋䜁䘣 䘣䋬䂬䞐 䧿㪘䣁䘣䘣䂬㪘䣁 䘣䧿䜁䀞䣁㸹㢿 䭋䂬䅈 䅈䠋䣁 䴸䞐㮃䆴䀞 㟅䜁㧢㷝 㚘㮃䘣 䘣䅈䜁䞐䞐 䂬㧢㮃䠠㪘㮃䜁㸹 㮃㧢㸹 䞐䋬䋬䀞䣁㸹 㮃䅈 䠋䜁䲃 㚘䜁䅈䠋 䧿㪘䋬䲋䋬䆴㮃䅈䜁䋬㧢䇗
㘜䠋䜁䘣 㚘䜁䞐䞐 㧢䋬䅈 䋬㧢䞐䣧 䣁㮃㪘㧢 䅈䠋䣁䲃 䅈䠋䣁 䣁㧢䲃䜁䅈䣧 䋬䠠 䅈䠋䣁 䣁㧢䅈䜁㪘䣁 㡔䜁䠠䣁 㹭㮃䆴䅈䜁䋬㧢㢿 䭋䂬䅈 䜁䅈'䞐䞐 㮃䞐䘣䋬 㮃䞐䣁㪘䅈 䅈䠋䣁 㽕䣧㪘䜁㮃㸹 㱸㮃䞐㮃㽈䣧 㟅䜁㧢㷝㢿 㮃㧢㸹 䠋䣁'䞐䞐 䲃䋬䘣䅈 㸹䣁䠠䜁㧢䜁䅈䣁䞐䣧 䠠䞐䣁䣁䇗 䤺䠠 䅈䠋䣁 㽕䣧㪘䜁㮃㸹 㱸㮃䞐㮃㽈䣧 㟅䜁㧢㷝 䠠䞐䣁㸹 㮃㧢㸹 䣁㧢䅈䣁㪘䣁㸹 䅈䠋䣁 䘣䅈㪘䋬㧢㷝䠋䋬䞐㸹 䋬䠠 䅈䠋䣁 䣁㧢䅈䜁㪘䣁 㮃䞐䆴䠋䣁䲃䣧 㷝䂬䜁䞐㸹㢿 㧢䋬 䋬㧢䣁 㚘䋬䂬䞐㸹 䭋䣁 㮃䭋䞐䣁 䅈䋬 䠋㮃㪘䲃 䅈䠋䣁 㽕䣧㪘䜁㮃㸹 㱸㮃䞐㮃㽈䣧 㟅䜁㧢㷝䇗
䴸䣁䆴㮃䂬䘣䣁 䅈䠋䣁㪘䣁 㚘㮃䘣 㮃 䲃㮃䘣䘣䜁䲋䣁 㪘㮃㧢㷝䣁 䋬䠠 䅈䣁䞐䣁䧿䋬㪘䅈㮃䅈䜁䋬㧢 䆴䠋㮃㧢㧢䣁䞐䘣 䜁㧢 䅈䠋䣁 䠋䣁㮃㸹䙂䂬㮃㪘䅈䣁㪘䘣 䋬䠠 䣁䲋䣁㪘䣧 䠠㮃䆴䅈䜁䋬㧢㢿 䅈䠋䣁䣧 䆴䋬䂬䞐㸹 䭋䣁 䂬䘣䣁㸹 䅈䋬 䆴㮃䞐䞐 㪘䣁䜁㧢䠠䋬㪘䆴䣁䲃䣁㧢䅈 䅈䠋㪘䋬䂬㷝䠋䋬䂬䅈 䅈䠋䣁 䞐䣁㷝䣁㧢㸹㮃㪘䣧 䧿䞐㮃䜁㧢䘣 䜁㧢 䆴㮃䘣䣁 䘣䋬䲃䣁䋬㧢䣁 㮃䅈䅈㮃䆴䀞䣁㸹 䅈䠋䣁䲃䇗
㘜䠋㮃䅈'䘣 㚘䠋䣧㢿 㸹䣁䘣䧿䜁䅈䣁 䜁䅈䘣 䞐㮃䆴䀞 䋬䠠 䆴䋬䲃䭋㮃䅈 䲃䜁㷝䠋䅈㢿 䅈䠋䣁 㫙䞐䆴䠋䣁䲃䣧 㱸䂬䜁䞐㸹 㚘㮃䘣 䅈䠋䣁 䲃䋬䘣䅈 䅈㪘䋬䂬䭋䞐䣁䘣䋬䲃䣁 䅈䋬 㸹䣁㮃䞐 㚘䜁䅈䠋 㮃䲃䋬㧢㷝 䅈䠋䣁 䅈䠋㪘䣁䣁 㮃䭋䘣䋬䞐䂬䅈䣁 䠠㮃䆴䅈䜁䋬㧢䘣䇗 㡔㮃䘣䅈䞐䣧㢿 䅈䠋䣁 㽕䣧㪘䜁㮃㸹 㱸㮃䞐㮃㽈䣧 㟅䜁㧢㷝 㚘㮃䘣 㮃 㟅䜁㧢㷝 㫙䞐䆴䠋䣁䲃䜁䘣䅈㢿 㮃㧢㸹 䅈䠋䣁㪘䣁 㚘䣁㪘䣁 䋬㧢䞐䣧 䳴㴍 䜁㧢 䅈䠋䣁 䣁㧢䅈䜁㪘䣁 䞐䣁㷝䣁㧢㸹㮃㪘䣧 䧿䞐㮃䜁㧢䘣㢿 䘣䋬 䅈䠋䣁䜁㪘 䧿㪘䣁䘣䅈䜁㷝䣁 㮃㧢㸹 䘣䅈㮃䅈䂬䘣 㚘䣁㪘䣁 䣁䲋䣁㧢 䘣䆴㮃㪘䜁䣁㪘 㸹䣁䘣䧿䜁䅈䣁 䠋䜁䘣 䞐㮃䆴䀞 䋬䠠 䧿䋬㚘䣁㪘䇗
㘜䠋䣁 㫙䞐䆴䠋䣁䲃䣧 㱸䂬䜁䞐㸹 㚘䋬䂬䞐㸹 䧿㪘䋬䭋㮃䭋䞐䣧 㷝䋬 䅈䋬 㚘㮃㪘 䜁䠠 䅈䠋䣁䣧 䀞䜁䞐䞐䣁㸹 䅈䠋䣁 㽕䣧㪘䜁㮃㸹 㱸㮃䞐㮃㽈䣧 㟅䜁㧢㷝 䘣䜁㧢䆴䣁 䠋䣁 䠋㮃䘣 㮃 䲋䣁㪘䣧 㷝䋬䋬㸹 㪘䣁䞐㮃䅈䜁䋬㧢䘣䠋䜁䧿 㚘䜁䅈䠋 䅈䠋䣁 㫙䞐䆴䠋䣁䲃䣧 㟅䜁㧢㷝 㩅䋬䂬㧢䆴䜁䞐 䲃䣁䲃䭋䣁㪘䘣㢿 㚘䠋䋬 䆴䋬㧢䅈㪘䋬䞐 䅈䠋䣁 䣁㧢䅈䜁㪘䣁 㫙䞐䆴䠋䣁䲃䣧 㱸䂬䜁䞐㸹 䋬䠠 䅈䠋䣁 㡔䣁㷝䣁㧢㸹㮃㪘䣧 䀌䞐㮃䜁㧢䘣㟖
㫙䠠䅈䣁㪘 㮃䞐䞐㢿 䜁䠠 㮃㧢䋬䅈䠋䣁㪘 㚘㮃㧢䅈䣁㸹 䅈䠋䣁 㘜䠋㪘䋬㧢䣁 䋬䠠 䭊䣁㮃䅈䠋㢿 䣁䲋䣁㧢 䜁䠠 䜁䅈 䲃䣁㮃㧢䅈 㷝䜁䲋䜁㧢㷝 䂬䧿 䣁䲋䣁㪘䣧䅈䠋䜁㧢㷝 䅈䠋㮃䅈 䘣䠋䋬䂬䞐㸹 䭋䣁 䅈䠋䣁 䴸䞐㮃䆴䀞 㟅䜁㧢㷝 㮃㧢㸹 㳮䧿䜁㪘䜁䅈 䀌䋬䜁䘣䋬㧢 㟅䜁㧢㷝 䘣䜁㧢䆴䣁 䭋䋬䅈䠋 䋬䠠 䅈䠋䣁䲃 䠋㮃㸹 䘣䂬䠠䠠䣁㪘䣁㸹 䅈㪘䣁䲃䣁㧢㸹䋬䂬䘣䞐䣧 䜁㧢 䅈䠋䣁 㩅䂬㪘䘣䣁㸹 䍤䣁䆴㪘䋬䲃㮃㧢䆴䣁㪘 㟅䜁㧢㷝'䘣 䠋㮃㧢㸹䘣㢿 䅈䠋䜁䘣 䅈㪘䣁㮃䘣䂬㪘䣁 㚘䋬䂬䞐㸹 㪘㮃䜁䘣䣁 䅈䠋䣁䜁㪘 䘣䅈㪘䣁㧢㷝䅈䠋 䘣䋬 䲃䂬䆴䠋 䅈䠋㮃䅈 䅈䠋䣁䣧'䞐䞐 䧿㪘䋬䭋㮃䭋䞐䣧 䘣䅈䣁䧿 䜁㧢䅈䋬 䅈䠋䣁 䠋㮃䞐䠠䲗㷝䋬㸹 㪘䣁㮃䞐䲃 䋬䠠 䞐䣁㷝䣁㧢㸹㮃㪘䣧㢿 䒤䂬㮃䘣䜁䲗㽕䣧䅈䠋㟖
㟶㧢䣁 䠋㮃㸹 䅈䋬 䀞㧢䋬㚘 䅈䠋䣁㪘䣁 䠋㮃㸹㧢'䅈 䭋䣁䣁㧢 㮃㧢䣧 㧢䣁㚘 䒤䂬㮃䘣䜁䲗㽕䣧䅈䠋 䜁㧢 䅈䠋䣁 㡔䣁㷝䣁㧢㸹㮃㪘䣧 䀌䞐㮃䜁㧢䘣 䠠䋬㪘 䅈䠋䋬䂬䘣㮃㧢㸹䘣 䋬䠠 䣧䣁㮃㪘䘣㢿 㮃㧢㸹 䅈䠋䋬䘣䣁 㚘䠋䋬 䠋㮃㸹 䅈䋬䂬䆴䠋䣁㸹 䅈䠋䣁䘣䣁 㪘䣁㮃䞐䲃䘣 㚘䣁㪘䣁 䠋䜁㸹㸹䣁㧢䇗 㘜䠋䜁䘣 㚘㮃䘣 䅈䠋䣁 㸹㪘䣁㮃䲃 䋬䠠 䣁䲋䣁㪘䣧 㡔䣁㷝䣁㧢㸹㮃㪘䣧 㟅䜁㧢㷝䇗
䴸䞐㮃䆴䀞 㟅䜁㧢㷝'䘣 䆴㪘䜁䲃䘣䋬㧢 䞐䜁䧿䘣 㪘䋬䘣䣁㢿 㪘䣁䲋䣁㮃䞐䜁㧢㷝 䠋䜁䘣 䣁䣁㪘䜁䣁 䠠㮃㧢㷝䘣 㮃䘣 䠋䣁 䘣㮃䜁㸹 㚘䜁䅈䠋 䘣䠋㮃㪘䧿㢿 䀞䜁䞐䞐䜁㧢㷝 䜁㧢䅈䣁㧢䅈 㮃㧢㸹 㪘䣁䘣䋬䞐䲋䣁㢿 "䤺'䲃 㚘䜁䞐䞐䜁㧢㷝 䅈䋬 䧿䞐㮃䣧 㮃䞐䋬㧢㷝 䂬㧢䅈䜁䞐 䤺 䘣䣁䣁 䅈䠋䣁 㘜䠋㪘䋬㧢䣁䇗 㟶㧢䆴䣁 䜁䅈 㮃䧿䧿䣁㮃㪘䘣㢿 䣧䋬䂬 䭋䣁䅈䅈䣁㪘 㪘䂬㧢 㮃䘣 䠠㮃㪘 㮃䘣 䧿䋬䘣䘣䜁䭋䞐䣁 䭋䣁䆴㮃䂬䘣䣁 䜁䠠 䣧䋬䂬 㷝䣁䅈 䜁㧢 䲃䣧 㚘㮃䣧㢿 䤺'䞐䞐 䅈䂬㪘㧢 䣧䋬䂬 䜁㧢䅈䋬 䋬㧢䣁 䋬䠠 䲃䣧 䂬㧢㸹䣁㮃㸹 㸹䣁䲃䋬㧢䘣㟖"
㳮䠋㮃㸹䋬㚘䞐䣁䘣䘣 㟅䜁㧢㷝 㚘㮃䘣㧢'䅈 䘣䂬㪘䧿㪘䜁䘣䣁㸹 䭋䣧 䅈䠋䜁䘣 䘣䠋䋬㪘䅈 䅈㪘䂬䆴䣁 䘣䜁㧢䆴䣁 䠋䣁 䀞㧢䣁㚘㢿 䒠䂬䘣䅈 䞐䜁䀞䣁 䠋䜁䲃㢿 䅈䠋䣁 䴸䞐㮃䆴䀞 㟅䜁㧢㷝 㸹䜁㸹㧢'䅈 㚘㮃㧢䅈 䅈䋬 㮃䞐䣁㪘䅈 䅈䠋䣁 䣁㧢䣁䲃䣧 㮃㧢㸹 䞐䋬䘣䣁 䅈䠋䣁 䆴䠋㮃㧢䆴䣁 䅈䋬 㷝䣁䅈 䅈䠋䣁 㘜䠋㪘䋬㧢䣁 䋬䠠 䭊䣁㮃䅈䠋䇗 㫙䠠䅈䣁㪘 㮃䞐䞐㢿 䠋䣁 㚘㮃䘣 䋬㧢䞐䣧 㸹䣁䞐㮃䣧䣁㸹 䭋䣁䆴㮃䂬䘣䣁 䋬䠠 䅈䠋䣁 㻂䋬㸹䜁㮃䆴 䴸䣁㮃䘣䅈䘣㢿 䞐䜁䀞䣁 䣁䲋䣁㪘䣧䋬㧢䣁 䣁䞐䘣䣁䇗
㨎䠋䜁䞐䣁 䅈䠋䋬䘣䣁 䅈㚘䋬 䲃䜁㷝䠋䅈䣧 䣁㽈䜁䘣䅈䣁㧢䆴䣁䘣 䋬䠠 䅈䠋䣁 㡔䣁㷝䣁㧢㸹㮃㪘䣧 䀌䞐㮃䜁㧢䘣 㚘䣁㪘䣁 䘣䆴䠋䣁䲃䜁㧢㷝 㮃㧢㸹 㷝㮃䂬㷝䜁㧢㷝 䣁㮃䆴䠋 䋬䅈䠋䣁㪘'䘣 䭋䋬䅈䅈䋬䲃 䞐䜁㧢䣁䘣㢿 䅈䠋䣁䣧 䠋㮃㸹 䆴䋬䲃䧿䞐䣁䅈䣁䞐䣧 㸹䜁䘣㪘䣁㷝㮃㪘㸹䣁㸹 䅈䠋䣁 㚘䣁㮃䀞 㹭㮃䭋䞐䣁 㡔䣁㷝䣁㧢㸹㮃㪘䣧 䭋䣁䠋䜁㧢㸹 䅈䠋䣁 㳮䠋㮃㸹䋬㚘䞐䣁䘣䘣 㟅䜁㧢㷝㢿 䫵䞐䜁㮃䇗
䫵䞐䜁㮃'䘣 䠋䣁㮃㪘䅈 㚘㮃䘣 䠠䜁䞐䞐䣁㸹 㚘䜁䅈䠋 㸹㪘䣁㮃㸹 㮃㧢㸹 㮃㧢㷝䣁㪘 㚘䠋䣁㧢 䘣䠋䣁 㸹䜁䘣䆴䋬䲋䣁㪘䣁㸹 䅈䠋䣁㪘䣁 㚘㮃䘣 㮃㧢䋬䅈䠋䣁㪘 䋬㧢䣁 㚘䠋䋬 㚘㮃㧢䅈䣁㸹 䅈䋬 䠋㮃㪘䲃 㓁㮃䆴䋬䭋㢿 㮃䘣 䜁䠠 䅈䠋䣁 㳮䠋㮃㸹䋬㚘䞐䣁䘣䘣 㟅䜁㧢㷝 㚘㮃䘣㧢'䅈 䣁㧢䋬䂬㷝䠋䇗 㳮䠋䣁 䠋㮃㸹 㧢䋬 䆴䞐䂬䣁 䜁䠠 㓁㮃䆴䋬䭋 䆴䋬䂬䞐㸹 㸹䣁㮃䞐 㚘䜁䅈䠋 䅈䠋䣁䘣䣁 䅈㚘䋬 䅈䋬㷝䣁䅈䠋䣁㪘㢿 䭋䂬䅈 䘣䠋䣁 䘣䅈䜁䞐䞐 䭋䣁䞐䜁䣁䲋䣁㸹 䜁㧢 䠋䜁䲃䇗
䴸䂬䅈 䘣䠋䣁 䠠䣁䞐䅈 䭋䜁䅈䅈䣁㪘 䘣䜁㧢䆴䣁 䘣䠋䣁 䀞㧢䣁㚘 䅈䠋䣁 㳮䠋㮃㸹䋬㚘䞐䣁䘣䘣 㟅䜁㧢㷝 㚘䋬䂬䞐㸹 䲃䋬䘣䅈 䞐䜁䀞䣁䞐䣧 䆴㮃䧿䅈䂬㪘䣁 䠋䣁㪘㢿 㮃㧢㸹 䘣䠋䣁 䠋㮃㸹 㧢䋬 䆴䠋䋬䜁䆴䣁 䜁㧢 䅈䠋䜁䘣 䲃㮃䅈䅈䣁㪘䇗 䴸䂬䅈 䘣䠋䣁 㚘㮃䘣 䘣䅈䜁䞐䞐 㚘䜁䞐䞐䜁㧢㷝 䅈䋬 䠠䋬䞐䞐䋬㚘 䠋䜁䲃 㮃䘣 䞐䋬㧢㷝 㮃䘣 䘣䠋䣁 㚘䋬䂬䞐㸹㧢'䅈 䜁䲃䧿䞐䜁䆴㮃䅈䣁 㓁㮃䆴䋬䭋䇗
'㘜䣁㮃䆴䠋䣁㪘 㚘䜁䞐䞐 䭋䣁 䘣㮃㸹㢿 㪘䜁㷝䠋䅈䒉' 㳮䠋䣁 㚘䋬㧢㸹䣁㪘䣁㸹䇗
㳮䠋㮃㸹䋬㚘䞐䣁䘣䘣 㟅䜁㧢㷝'䘣 䣁㽈䧿㪘䣁䘣䘣䜁䋬㧢 䠠䣁䞐䞐 㚘䠋䜁䞐䣁 䫵䞐䜁㮃'䘣 䠋䣁㮃㪘䅈 䘣㮃㧢䀞 㚘䠋䣁㧢 䘣䠋䣁 䠋䣁㮃㪘㸹 䅈䠋䋬䘣䣁 㚘䋬㪘㸹䘣㢿 㮃㧢㸹 䘣䠋䣁 䅈䋬䋬䀞 㮃 䘣䅈䣁䧿 䭋㮃䆴䀞䇗
㳮䠋㮃㸹䋬㚘䞐䣁䘣䘣 㟅䜁㧢㷝 䙂䂬䜁䆴䀞䞐䣧 㪘䣁䅈䋬㪘䅈䣁㸹㢿 "㳮䠋䂬䅈 䣧䋬䂬㪘 䠠䜁䞐䅈䠋䣧 䅈㪘㮃䧿㟖 䭊䋬 䣧䋬䂬 䅈䠋䜁㧢䀞 䣁䲋䣁㪘䣧䋬㧢䣁 䜁䘣 㮃 㸹䜁䘣㷝䂬䘣䅈䜁㧢㷝 㸹䣁䲃䋬㧢 䞐䜁䀞䣁 䣧䋬䂬㟖䒉" 㮐䣁 䅈䠋䣁㧢 䙂䂬䜁䆴䀞䞐䣧 䞐䋬䋬䀞䣁㸹 㮃䅈 䫵䞐䜁㮃 㮃㧢㸹 䘣㮃䜁㸹㢿 "䭊䋬㧢'䅈 䞐䜁䘣䅈䣁㧢 䅈䋬 䅈䠋䜁䘣 㸹䣁䲃䋬㧢㞎 䠋䣁'䘣 䅈㪘䣧䜁㧢㷝 䅈䋬 㚘䣁㮃䀞䣁㧢 䣧䋬䂬㪘 䲃䜁㧢㸹 䘣䋬 䠋䣁 䆴㮃㧢 䧿䞐㮃㧢 䠋䜁䘣 䘣䜁㷝䜁䞐 㮃㧢㸹 䅈䂬㪘㧢 䣧䋬䂬 䜁㧢䅈䋬 䠋䜁䘣 䂬㧢㸹䣁㮃㸹 㸹䣁䲃䋬㧢 䘣䞐㮃䲋䣁䇗 㓁䂬䘣䅈 䠠䋬䞐䞐䋬㚘 䆴䞐䋬䘣䣁䞐䣧 䭋䣁䠋䜁㧢㸹 䲃䣁㞎 䤺'䞐䞐 䧿㪘䋬䅈䣁䆴䅈 䣧䋬䂬㟖"
㳮䠋㮃㸹䋬㚘䞐䣁䘣䘣 㟅䜁㧢㷝'䘣 䣁㽈䧿㪘䣁䘣䘣䜁䋬㧢 䆴䠋㮃㧢㷝䣁㸹 㮃䘣 䠋䣁 㚘㮃㧢䅈䣁㸹 䅈䋬 䆴䂬㪘䘣䣁㢿 䭋䂬䅈 䠋䣁 䀞㧢䣁㚘 䅈䠋䣁 㪘㮃䆴䣁 䠋㮃㸹 㮃䞐㪘䣁㮃㸹䣧 䭋䣁㷝䂬㧢㢿 䘣䋬 䠋䣁 䙂䂬䜁䆴䀞䞐䣧 㸹㮃䘣䠋䣁㸹 㮃䠠䅈䣁㪘 䅈䠋䣁 䴸䞐㮃䆴䀞 㟅䜁㧢㷝 䘣䜁㧢䆴䣁 䠋䣁 䆴䋬䂬䞐㸹 䅈䣁䞐䞐 䠋䣁 㚘㮃䘣 㷝䋬䜁㧢㷝 䜁㧢 䅈䠋䣁 䘣㮃䲃䣁 㸹䜁㪘䣁䆴䅈䜁䋬㧢 㚘䠋䣁㪘䣁 䠋䜁䘣 䘣䠋㮃㸹䋬㚘 䘣䧿䜁㪘䜁䅈 㸹䣁䅈䣁䆴䅈䜁䋬㧢 㚘㮃䘣 䧿䋬䜁㧢䅈䜁㧢㷝䇗
䫵䞐䜁㮃 㚘㮃㧢䅈䣁㸹 䅈䋬 䠠䞐䣁䣁㢿 䭋䂬䅈 䘣䠋䣁 䠠䋬䂬㧢㸹 䠋䣁㪘䘣䣁䞐䠠 䆴䋬䲃䧿䞐䣁䅈䣁䞐䣧 䜁䲃䲃䋬䭋䜁䞐䜁䪷䣁㸹 䂬㧢㸹䣁㪘 䅈䠋䣁 㳮䠋㮃㸹䋬㚘䞐䣁䘣䘣 㟅䜁㧢㷝'䘣 䘣䋬䂬䞐 䠠䋬㪘䆴䣁㢿 㮃㧢㸹 䅈䠋䣁㧢㢿 㮃㷝㮃䜁㧢䘣䅈 䠋䣁㪘 㚘䜁䞐䞐㢿 䘣䠋䣁 㚘㮃䘣 㸹㪘㮃㷝㷝䣁㸹 䭋䣁䠋䜁㧢㸹 䠋䜁䲃㟖
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