Novel Bin
Chapter 140: The Sixth Member
Chapter 140: The Sixth Member
They drove deep into the mountains.
Ethan checked the coordinates Celeste had given him. The map showed nothing but endless green, no buildings, no landmarks.
After roughly 200 kilometers, Williams brought the Hummer to a stop.
"End of the road," he said.
"Gear up. We're heading out," Celeste ordered as she started stripping off her clothes.
"Uh…" Ethan hesitated. "Should we at least get out of the car first?"
Victor clapped him on the shoulder. "On a mission, there's no room for modesty. Just survival."
With that, the rest of them started changing right then and there, unfazed. Meanwhile, Ethan awkwardly stalled, feeling like a complete outsider.
Barely a minute later, Celeste was fully geared up. She shot Ethan a glance. "You always this slow?"
Then, without waiting for an answer, she hopped out of the vehicle.
'Are you kidding me…' Ethan cursed internally.
It took him over ten minutes to strap everything onto his body. By the time he was finally ready, the others had been waiting for ages.
The sun had already set by the time they landed, and now, deep in the wilderness, it was past 11 PM.
The mountain forest was deathly silent. A thick, eerie stillness surrounded them, sending a chill down Ethan's spine. They hiked for over two hours, Ethan trailing behind Celeste.
Finally, he couldn't hold back anymore.
"Where exactly are we going?"
If he didn't ask, these three military-trained blockheads would probably just follow orders blindly, even if it meant marching straight into a trap.
Hell, if Celeste sold them off, they might even salute her on the way out.
The moment Ethan spoke up, the other three turned to him with something almost like… admiration.
Turns out, they had the same question, just never dared to ask.
Celeste slowed her pace. "Have you ever heard of the Shadow Lynx Incident?"
Ethan frowned. Shadow Lynx?
The moment she said it, a strange, chilling aura seemed to creep into the air. His scalp tingled. A shiver ran down his spine.
Victor suddenly stopped walking, his face tense. "Captain… You're not saying we're heading to Shadow Lynx Village, are you?"
For the first time, there was real fear in his voice.
Ethan had known Victor for a while now. The guy had spent half his life in the military, he wasn't the type to get spooked.
But now? He looked genuinely shaken.
"You've heard of it?" Celeste asked, just as surprised.
Victor nodded. "I had a hunch the moment we got here. I just didn't want to believe it."
Ethan's curiosity burned. He stepped closer. "Alright, someone explain—what the hell is this village? And what's with the creepy name?"
Victor glanced at Celeste.
She didn't stop him, so he sighed and started explaining.
"Ten years ago, I was on a mission near this area. Our squad leader warned us—never go near that village. The local guide we hired said the same thing. Told us it was cursed."
Victor hesitated before continuing.
"As for the name Shadow Lynx… That came from an old codename. The village's real name? No one knows."
Before Ethan could ask more, Celeste raised a hand. "We'll set up camp here for now."
Without hesitation, the others got to work.
Victor, Leo, and Williams moved with military efficiency, pulling tents from their packs. Meanwhile, Williams sprinkled a fine yellow powder in a circle around the campsite.
Ethan sniffed the air. The scent was a mix of sulfur and herbs, probably some kind of repellent for snakes and insects.
In the past ten minutes, he had done absolutely nothing except stand there and watch.
Within minutes, the others had the tents up and perimeter alarms set. If anyone—or anything approached, they'd know.
Ethan drew his machete. "I'll grab some firewood."
At least that was something he could do.
He was about to gather firewood when Victor stopped him.
"It's almost November. The temperature's dropping fast, especially out here in the mountains," Victor said. "But you've been watching too many movies. You start a fire here, and it'll be visible for miles. We're on a stealth mission."
Ethan, feeling a little useless, wandered back to Celeste.
The others soon joined them.
Leo pulled a small package from his bag, dug a shallow hole in the center of their camp, and tossed the package inside. Then, he unscrewed a bottle of water and poured it over the package.
The moment the water touched it, the material inside expanded, releasing a steady stream of heat.
Ethan could feel the warmth radiating from it instantly.
"Wait… Is that quicklime?" he asked, realizing what it was.
Leo grinned. "Compressed high-grade quicklime. A single bottle of water can keep it hot for four hours."
No wonder they didn't need a fire.
The group gathered around, letting the warmth soak in. It was surprisingly effective, Ethan felt his body relax almost immediately.
Celeste took a seat and scanned the group. "You five, get some rest. I'll keep watch."
Leo, munching on a protein bar, spoke up. "Come on, Captain. We're not that tired yet. Why don't you tell us more about that village?"
Williams nodded. "Yeah, give us a little mental prep."
Celeste glanced at Victor.
Victor raised his hands. "I already told you everything I know."
Before he could finish his sentence, Ethan suddenly shot to his feet. Everyone turned to look at him, confused.
Ethan locked eyes with Celeste and spoke slowly. "You just said… we five should rest."
Victor and the others frowned, finally realizing what he meant. Apart from her, there were four of them, so why did she say we five?
Celeste smiled but didn't answer.
Instead, she turned her head slightly, looking off to the side. The next moment, something appeared.
A faint silhouette, growing more distinct by the second.
Ethan's breath hitched.
"The squad always needed a sixth member," Celeste said casually. "I asked her to help."
The translucent figure waved cheerfully.
"Hey there! You can call me Doe. I'm a ghost."
She looked like a teenage girl—maybe seventeen or eighteen.
Ethan felt his skin crawl.
A ghost? His instincts screamed at him to run.
The others weren't doing much better.
Doe's semi-transparent body matched every description of a classic ghost. Victor, usually the calmest of them all, looked like he'd seen death itself.
Celeste smirked. "Come on, Doe. Stop messing with them."
Then, she dropped a bombshell.
"Besides, you're older than the five of us combined. Stop acting like a kid."
Ethan's blood ran cold. Older than all of them combined? That meant… over a hundred years old?! What the hell is she if not a ghost?!
Seeing their horrified expressions, Celeste finally explained.
"Relax. She is a ghost, but not the kind you're thinking."
Celeste nodded toward Ethan.
"Like you, she's a Soul-Wielder."
The others stiffened.
"A Soul-Wielder?" Leo asked.
Celeste nodded. "Her physical body was destroyed a long time ago. But because of her powerful soul, she managed to persist in this form."
The group fell silent, trying to process it all. Ethan, however, was more intrigued than afraid.
This was the first time he'd ever met another Soul-Wielder. But… wasn't it said that Soul-Wielders were eliminated the moment they were discovered?
Then how was Doe still alive?
䅈䶟㰦㰦䥘䶟㿞㰦㶋 䍵䦞㻾 䓣䫽䒂㿞㻾䒭 䓣㼙 䪱㻾䥘㻾䍵䓣㻾 䰱㿞䒭 䓣㻾䰱䍵㻾䒭㶋 "㓒㻾'䍵 䍵䫽㲂䦞 䰱 䍵㲂䰱䒂㻾䒭䗍䗻㲂䰱䓣㭬 䖍 㵂䥘㻾㑿 䰱 䥘䶟䓣䓣䥘㻾 䰱䶟䒂 㼙㿞 䓣䦞㻾 㵂䰱㲂䆨 㼙㓛 䦞䶟䍵 㿞㻾㲂䆨 㻾䰱䒂䥘䶟㻾䒂㶋 䰱㿞䒭 䦞㻾 䍵䓣䰱䒂䓣㻾䒭 䍵䦞䶟㽳㻾䒂䶟㿞㰦 䰱䥘䥘 㼙㽳㻾䒂䰎"
䬑䓣䦞䰱㿞 䍵䓣䶟㓛㓛㻾㿞㻾䒭䰎 㾚㼙 㑿㼙㿞䒭㻾䒂 䦞㻾'䒭 㓛㻾䥘䓣 䰱 㲂㼙㿞䍵䓣䰱㿞䓣 㲂䦞䶟䥘䥘 㲂䒂㻾㻾㝻䶟㿞㰦 䫽㝻 䦞䶟䍵 䍵㝻䶟㿞㻾㶋 䶟䓣 㑿䰱䍵 䓣䦞䶟䍵 䦞䫽㿞䒭䒂㻾䒭䗻䗍㻾䰱䒂䗻㼙䥘䒭 㰦䦞㼙䍵䓣 䀏㻾䍵䍵䶟㿞㰦 㑿䶟䓣䦞 䦞䶟䀏䰎
䬑䓣䦞䰱㿞 㿞㼙䓣䶟㲂㻾䒭 䍵㼙䀏㻾䓣䦞䶟㿞㰦 䍵䓣䒂䰱㿞㰦㻾㶋 䪱㻾䥘㻾䍵䓣㻾㶋 䫽䍵䫽䰱䥘䥘䗍 䍵㼙 㲂㼙䀏㝻㼙䍵㻾䒭 䰱㿞䒭 䒭䶟䍵䓣䰱㿞䓣㶋 䦞䰱䒭 㵂㻾㻾㿞 䍵䀏䶟䥘䶟㿞㰦 㻾㽳㻾䒂 䍵䶟㿞㲂㻾 䐭㼙㻾 䍵䦞㼙㑿㻾䒭 䫽㝻䰎 䉝㼙 䓣䦞䶟䍵 㑿䰱䍵 䓣䦞㻾 㻾㸖㝻㻾䒂䓣 䪱㻾䥘㻾䍵䓣㻾 䦞䰱䒭 䶟㿞㽳䶟䓣㻾䒭䰎 䉝㼙䀏㻾㼙㿞㻾 㑿䦞㼙 䆨㿞㻾㑿 䓣䦞㻾 㽳䶟䥘䥘䰱㰦㻾 㼙㓛 䉝䦞䰱䒭㼙㑿 䂟䗍㿞㸖 㵂㻾䓣䓣㻾䒂 䓣䦞䰱㿞 䰱㿞䗍㼙㿞㻾䰎
䐭㼙㻾 䍵䶟㰦䦞㻾䒭 䰱㿞䒭 㝻䥘㼙㝻㝻㻾䒭 䒭㼙㑿㿞 㵂㻾䍵䶟䒭㻾 䬑䓣䦞䰱㿞䰎 䐴䦞㻾 㝻䥘䰱䗍㓛䫽䥘㿞㻾䍵䍵 䶟㿞 䦞㻾䒂 㻾㸖㝻䒂㻾䍵䍵䶟㼙㿞 㓛䰱䒭㻾䒭 䰱䍵 䍵䦞㻾 䍵㻾䓣䓣䥘㻾䒭 䶟㿞䓣㼙 䒭㻾㻾㝻 䓣䦞㼙䫽㰦䦞䓣䰎 㓒㻾䒂 䓣䒂䰱㿞䍵䥘䫽㲂㻾㿞䓣 㓛䰱㲂㻾 䓣䫽䒂㿞㻾䒭 䍵㼙䥘㻾䀏㿞䰎
"䫑䥘䀏㼙䍵䓣 㓛䶟㓛䓣䗍 䗍㻾䰱䒂䍵 䰱㰦㼙㶋 䍵㼙䀏㻾䓣䦞䶟㿞㰦 䍵䓣䒂䰱㿞㰦㻾 䦞䰱㝻㝻㻾㿞㻾䒭 䶟㿞 䰱 䒂㻾䀏㼙䓣㻾 㽳䶟䥘䥘䰱㰦㻾 䒭㻾㻾㝻 䶟㿞 㶦䰱㽳㻾㿞㑿㼙㼙䒭䰎
䫦㼙䒂 㲂㻾㿞䓣䫽䒂䶟㻾䍵㶋 䓣䦞㻾 㽳䶟䥘䥘䰱㰦㻾 䦞䰱䒭 㵂㻾㻾㿞 㲂㼙䀏㝻䥘㻾䓣㻾䥘䗍 䶟䍵㼙䥘䰱䓣㻾䒭 㓛䒂㼙䀏 䓣䦞㻾 㼙䫽䓣䍵䶟䒭㻾 㑿㼙䒂䥘䒭䰎 䬑㽳㻾㿞 㑿䦞㻾㿞 䓣䦞㻾 䉝㻾䒂㝻㻾㿞䓣 䖍䍵䥘㻾 䶟㿞㽳䰱䒭㻾䒭 䐭䒂䰱㰦㼙㿞䍵㝻䶟䒂㻾㶋 䶟䓣 䒂㻾䀏䰱䶟㿞㻾䒭 䫽㿞䓣㼙䫽㲂䦞㻾䒭䰎
㩞䦞㻾㿞 䓣䦞㻾 䒭䒂䶟䥘䥘㻾䒂䍵 䰱䒂䒂䶟㽳㻾䒭㶋 䓣䦞㻾 㽳䶟䥘䥘䰱㰦㻾䒂䍵 䒂㻾㓛䫽䍵㻾䒭 䓣㼙 䥘㻾䓣 䓣䦞㻾䀏 䶟㿞䰎 㾚㼙 䀏䰱䓣䓣㻾䒂 䦞㼙㑿 䀏䰱㿞䗍 䓣䶟䀏㻾䍵 䓣䦞㻾䗍 㻾㸖㝻䥘䰱䶟㿞㻾䒭 䓣䦞㻾䶟䒂 䀏䶟䍵䍵䶟㼙㿞㶋 䓣䦞㻾䗍 㑿㻾䒂㻾 䀏㻾䓣 㑿䶟䓣䦞 㿞㼙䓣䦞䶟㿞㰦 㵂䫽䓣 䒂㻾㐘㻾㲂䓣䶟㼙㿞䰎
䐴䦞㻾 䓣㻾䰱䀏㶋 䦞㼙㑿㻾㽳㻾䒂㶋 㲂㼙䫽䥘䒭㿞'䓣 㐘䫽䍵䓣 䥘㻾䰱㽳㻾 㑿䶟䓣䦞㼙䫽䓣 㲂㼙䀏㝻䥘㻾䓣䶟㿞㰦 䓣䦞㻾䶟䒂 䓣䰱䍵䆨䰎 䫦䰱䶟䥘䫽䒂㻾 䀏㻾䰱㿞䓣 䒭䶟䍵㲂䶟㝻䥘䶟㿞䰱䒂䗍 䰱㲂䓣䶟㼙㿞䰎
䖍䓣 㑿䰱䍵 䰱 㑿䶟㿞䗻㑿䶟㿞䰎 䐴䦞㻾 㽳䶟䥘䥘䰱㰦㻾䒂䍵 㰦㼙䓣 㲂䥘㻾䰱㿞 㑿䰱䓣㻾䒂㶋 䰱㿞䒭 䓣䦞㻾 䓣㻾䰱䀏 㲂㼙䀏㝻䥘㻾䓣㻾䒭 䓣䦞㻾䶟䒂 䀏䶟䍵䍵䶟㼙㿞䰎
䫑㓛䓣㻾䒂 䍵䫽䒂㽳㻾䗍䶟㿞㰦 䓣䦞㻾 䰱䒂㻾䰱㶋 䓣䦞㻾䗍 㝻䶟㲂䆨㻾䒭 䰱 䍵㝻㼙䓣 䰱㵂㼙䫽䓣 䓣㑿㻾㿞䓣䗍 䀏㻾䓣㻾䒂䍵 㓛䒂㼙䀏 䓣䦞㻾 㽳䶟䥘䥘䰱㰦㻾 㻾㿞䓣䒂䰱㿞㲂㻾 䰱㿞䒭 㵂㻾㰦䰱㿞 䒭䒂䶟䥘䥘䶟㿞㰦䰎
㜥䫽䓣 䓣䦞䶟䍵 䓣䶟䀏㻾㶋 䓣䦞㻾䗍 䦞䶟䓣 㑿䰱䓣㻾䒂 䰱䥘䀏㼙䍵䓣 䶟㿞䍵䓣䰱㿞䓣䥘䗍䰎
㩞䶟䓣䦞䶟㿞 䦞㼙䫽䒂䍵㶋 㓛䒂㻾䍵䦞 㑿䰱䓣㻾䒂 㰦䫽䍵䦞㻾䒭 㓛䒂㼙䀏 䓣䦞㻾 㰦䒂㼙䫽㿞䒭䰎
䉝䫽䍵㝻䶟㲂䶟㼙㿞 䓣䫽䒂㿞㻾䒭 䶟㿞䓣㼙 㰦䒂䰱䓣䶟䓣䫽䒭㻾䰎 㓒㼙䍵䓣䶟䥘䶟䓣䗍 㰦䰱㽳㻾 㑿䰱䗍 䓣㼙 㑿䰱䒂䀏䓣䦞䰎
䐴䦞㻾 䍵䑀䫽䰱䒭 䥘㻾䰱䒭㻾䒂㶋 䒂㻾䥘䶟㻾㽳㻾䒭 䓣䦞䰱䓣 䓣䦞㻾䶟䒂 䀏䶟䍵䍵䶟㼙㿞 㑿䰱䍵 㰦㼙䶟㿞㰦 䍵䀏㼙㼙䓣䦞䥘䗍㶋 㼙䒂䒭㻾䒂㻾䒭 䦞䶟䍵 䀏㻾㿞 䓣㼙 䍵㻾䰱䥘 䓣䦞㻾 㑿㻾䥘䥘 䓣㻾䀏㝻㼙䒂䰱䒂䶟䥘䗍 䰱㿞䒭 䍵䓣䰱䒂䓣 䒭䶟㰦㰦䶟㿞㰦 䰱䒂㼙䫽㿞䒭 䶟䓣 䓣㼙 䒂㻾䶟㿞㓛㼙䒂㲂㻾 䓣䦞㻾 䍵䓣䒂䫽㲂䓣䫽䒂㻾䰎
䐴䦞㻾䗍 㑿㼙䒂䆨㻾䒭 㿞㼙㿞䍵䓣㼙㝻㶋 㼙㿞䥘䗍 㝻䰱䫽䍵䶟㿞㰦 㑿䦞㻾㿞 䓣䦞㻾 䍵䫽㿞 䒭䶟㝻㝻㻾䒭 㵂㻾䥘㼙㑿 䓣䦞㻾 䦞㼙䒂䶟䫘㼙㿞䰎 䐴䦞㻾 䍵䑀䫽䰱䒭 䥘㻾䰱䒭㻾䒂 䦞䰱䒭 㝻䥘䰱㿞㿞㻾䒭 䓣㼙 㝻䫽䍵䦞 䓣䦞䒂㼙䫽㰦䦞 䓣䦞㻾 㿞䶟㰦䦞䓣㶋 㵂䫽䓣 䓣䦞㻾㿞—@@novelbin@@
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䫑䍵 䓣䦞㻾䗍 㻾㿞䓣㻾䒂㻾䒭 䓣䦞㻾 㽳䶟䥘䥘䰱㰦㻾㶋 䓣䦞㻾 䍵䑀䫽䰱䒭 䥘㻾䰱䒭㻾䒂 㝻㼙䶟㿞䓣㻾䒭 䰱䓣 䰱㿞 㻾䀏㝻䓣䗍 㲂㼙䫽䒂䓣䗍䰱䒂䒭䰎 "䪱䦞䶟㻾㓛㶋 㑿㻾'䥘䥘 㐘䫽䍵䓣 䓣䰱䆨㻾 䍵䦞㻾䥘䓣㻾䒂 䓣䦞㻾䒂㻾䰎 䖍䓣'䍵 㽳䰱㲂䰱㿞䓣㶋 䒂䶟㰦䦞䓣䱆"
䐴䦞㻾 㽳䶟䥘䥘䰱㰦㻾 㲂䦞䶟㻾㓛 䦞㻾䍵䶟䓣䰱䓣㻾䒭䰎 "䖍'㽳㻾 䰱䥘䒂㻾䰱䒭䗍 䰱䒂䒂䰱㿞㰦㻾䒭 䒂㼙㼙䀏䍵 䰱䓣 䀏䗍 㝻䥘䰱㲂㻾 㓛㼙䒂 䗍㼙䫽 䰱䥘䥘䰎 䐴䦞䰱䓣 㲂㼙䫽䒂䓣䗍䰱䒂䒭… 䶟䓣'䍵 㿞㼙䓣 㲂䥘㻾䰱㿞䰎"
䐴䦞㻾 㽳䶟䥘䥘䰱㰦㻾 㲂䦞䶟㻾㓛㶋 䫽㿞䰱㵂䥘㻾 䓣㼙 㲂㼙㿞㽳䶟㿞㲂㻾 䦞䶟䀏 㼙䓣䦞㻾䒂㑿䶟䍵㻾㶋 䒂㻾䥘䫽㲂䓣䰱㿞䓣䥘䗍 䰱㰦䒂㻾㻾䒭䰎
䐴䦞㻾 㲂㼙䫽䒂䓣䗍䰱䒂䒭 䍵㻾㻾䀏㻾䒭 䒂㻾㲂㻾㿞䓣䥘䗍 䒂㻾㿞㼙㽳䰱䓣㻾䒭㶋 䶟䓣䍵 㑿䰱䥘䥘䍵 㓛䒂㻾䍵䦞䥘䗍 㝻䥘䰱䍵䓣㻾䒂㻾䒭㶋 䶟䓣䍵 䒂㼙㼙㓛 䍵䓣䫽䒂䒭䗍 㑿䶟䓣䦞 㿞㻾㑿 䓣䶟䥘㻾䍵䰎
䫦㼙䒂䓣䗍䗻㻾䶟㰦䦞䓣 㝻㻾㼙㝻䥘㻾 䍵䑀䫽㻾㻾䫘㻾䒭 䶟㿞䓣㼙 䓣䦞㻾 䦞㼙䫽䍵㻾㶋 䍵㻾䓣䓣䶟㿞㰦 䫽㝻 䓣䦞㻾䶟䒂 䓣㻾䀏㝻㼙䒂䰱䒂䗍 㵂䰱䍵㻾䰎 䉝㼙䀏㻾 䍵䓣䰱䒂䓣㻾䒭 㲂㼙㼙䆨䶟㿞㰦 㑿䦞䶟䥘㻾 㼙䓣䦞㻾䒂䍵 䍵㼙䒂䓣㻾䒭 䓣䦞㻾䶟䒂 㰦㻾䰱䒂䰎
䖍䓣 㑿䰱䍵 㼙㿞䥘䗍 䰱㓛䓣㻾䒂 䓣䦞㻾 䒭䒂䶟䥘䥘䶟㿞㰦 䓣㻾䰱䀏'䍵 㓛㼙䒂㻾䀏䰱㿞㶋 㴨䥘䒭 䲤䰱㿞 䪱䰱䒂䓣㻾䒂㶋 㓛䶟㿞䶟䍵䦞㻾䒭 䍵㻾㲂䫽䒂䶟㿞㰦 䓣䦞㻾 䒭䒂䶟䥘䥘 䀏䰱㲂䦞䶟㿞㻾䒂䗍 䓣䦞䰱䓣 䦞㻾 㓛䶟㿞䰱䥘䥘䗍 䍵䓣㻾㝻㝻㻾䒭 䶟㿞䍵䶟䒭㻾䰎
㩞䶟䓣䦞㼙䫽䓣 䰱 㑿㼙䒂䒭㶋 䦞㻾 㰦䒂䰱㵂㵂㻾䒭 䦞䶟䍵 䓣㻾䰱䀏 䀏㻾䀏㵂㻾䒂䍵 䰱㿞䒭 䓣䒂䶟㻾䒭 䓣㼙 䒭䒂䰱㰦 䓣䦞㻾䀏 㼙䫽䓣䰎
"䬑㽳㻾䒂䗍㼙㿞㻾㶋 䀏㼙㽳㻾 㼙䫽䓣㭬 㾚㼙㑿㭬" 䦞㻾 㼙䒂䒭㻾䒂㻾䒭㶋 䦞䶟䍵 㽳㼙䶟㲂㻾 䫽䒂㰦㻾㿞䓣䰎
㓒㻾䰱䒂䶟㿞㰦 䓣䦞㻾 㲂㼙䀏䀏㼙䓣䶟㼙㿞㶋 䓣䦞㻾 䍵䑀䫽䰱䒭 䥘㻾䰱䒭㻾䒂 䒂䫽䍵䦞㻾䒭 㼙㽳㻾䒂 㓛䒂㼙䀏 䰱㿞㼙䓣䦞㻾䒂 䒂㼙㼙䀏䰎 "㩞䦞䰱䓣'䍵 㰦㼙䶟㿞㰦 㼙㿞䱆"
㴨䥘䒭 䲤䰱㿞 䪱䰱䒂䓣㻾䒂 㝻㼙䶟㿞䓣㻾䒭 䰱䓣 䓣䦞㻾 㑿㼙㼙䒭㻾㿞 㵂㻾䰱䀏䍵 䰱㵂㼙㽳㻾 䓣䦞㻾䀏䰎 㓒䶟䍵 㽳㼙䶟㲂㻾㶋 䰱䥘䒂㻾䰱䒭䗍 䦞㼙䰱䒂䍵㻾 㑿䶟䓣䦞 䰱㰦㻾㶋 㑿䦞䶟䍵䓣䥘㻾䒭 䍵䥘䶟㰦䦞䓣䥘䗍 䰱䍵 䦞㻾 䍵㝻㼙䆨㻾䰎
䐴䦞㻾 䀏㻾㿞 㓛㼙䥘䥘㼙㑿㻾䒭 䦞䶟䍵 䓣䒂㻾䀏㵂䥘䶟㿞㰦 㓛䶟㿞㰦㻾䒂㶋 㻾䗍㻾䍵 䓣䒂䰱䶟䥘䶟㿞㰦 䫽㝻 䓣㼙 䓣䦞㻾 㲂㻾䶟䥘䶟㿞㰦䰎 䪱䰱䒂㽳㻾䒭 䶟㿞䓣㼙 䓣䦞㻾 㑿㼙㼙䒭㻾㿞 㵂㻾䰱䀏 㑿㻾䒂㻾 䍵㻾㽳㻾㿞 䒭㻾㻾㝻 䍵䥘䰱䍵䦞 䀏䰱䒂䆨䍵䰎
㾚㼙㿞㻾 㼙㓛 䓣䦞㻾 䍵㼙䥘䒭䶟㻾䒂䍵㶋 㿞㼙䓣 㻾㽳㻾㿞 䓣䦞㻾 䍵䑀䫽䰱䒭 䥘㻾䰱䒭㻾䒂㶋 䆨㿞㻾㑿 㑿䦞䰱䓣 䓣䦞㻾䗍 䀏㻾䰱㿞䓣䰎
"䬑䰱㲂䦞 䀏䰱䒂䆨 䒂㻾㝻䒂㻾䍵㻾㿞䓣䍵 䰱 㝻㻾䒂䍵㼙㿞 㑿䦞㼙 䦞䰱㿞㰦㻾䒭 䓣䦞㻾䀏䍵㻾䥘㽳㻾䍵 䦞㻾䒂㻾䰎"
䐴䦞㻾 䒂㼙㼙䀏 㓛㻾䥘䥘 䍵䶟䥘㻾㿞䓣䰎
"㾚㼙㑿 䒭㼙 䗍㼙䫽 䫽㿞䒭㻾䒂䍵䓣䰱㿞䒭 㑿䦞䗍 䓣䦞䶟䍵 㝻䥘䰱㲂㻾 䶟䍵 䰱㵂䰱㿞䒭㼙㿞㻾䒭䱆"
䐴䦞䫽㿞䒭㻾䒂 䒂䫽䀏㵂䥘㻾䒭䰎 䫑 㓛䥘䰱䍵䦞 㼙㓛 䥘䶟㰦䦞䓣㿞䶟㿞㰦 䍵㝻䥘䶟䓣 䓣䦞㻾 䍵䆨䗍㶋 㲂䰱䍵䓣䶟㿞㰦 㻾㻾䒂䶟㻾 䍵䦞䰱䒭㼙㑿䍵 䰱㲂䒂㼙䍵䍵 䓣䦞㻾 䒂㼙㼙䀏䰎 䫦㼙䒂 䰱 㵂䒂䶟㻾㓛 䀏㼙䀏㻾㿞䓣㶋 䶟䓣 㓛㻾䥘䓣 䰱䍵 䶟㓛 䍵㻾㽳㻾㿞 㵂㼙䒭䶟㻾䍵 㑿㻾䒂㻾 䍵㑿䰱䗍䶟㿞㰦 㓛䒂㼙䀏 䓣䦞㻾 䒂䰱㓛䓣㻾䒂䍵䰎
"䉝䫽㝻㻾䒂䍵䓣䶟䓣䶟㼙䫽䍵 㿞㼙㿞䍵㻾㿞䍵㻾㶋" 䦞㻾 䍵㲂㼙㓛㓛㻾䒭䰎 "䐴䦞䶟䍵 䶟䍵 㻾㸖䰱㲂䓣䥘䗍 䓣䦞㻾 䆨䶟㿞䒭 㼙㓛 䓣䦞䶟㿞䆨䶟㿞㰦 㑿㻾'䒂㻾 䍵䫽㝻㝻㼙䍵㻾䒭 䓣㼙 㵂㻾 䀏㼙㽳䶟㿞㰦 㝻䰱䍵䓣䰎 㱨㼙䫽'䒂㻾 䓣䒂䗍䶟㿞㰦 䓣㼙 䍵㲂䰱䒂㻾 㻾㽳㻾䒂䗍㼙㿞㻾 㼙㽳㻾䒂 䍵㼙䀏㻾 㼙䥘䒭 㲂䰱䒂㽳䶟㿞㰦䍵䱆"
㜥䰱㲂䆨 䶟㿞 䓣䦞㻾 䥘䰱䓣㻾 '䨞䖳䍵㶋 㻾㓛㓛㼙䒂䓣䍵 䓣㼙 䍵䓣䰱䀏㝻 㼙䫽䓣 䍵䫽㝻㻾䒂䍵䓣䶟䓣䶟㼙㿞 㑿㻾䒂㻾 䰱䓣 䓣䦞㻾䶟䒂 㝻㻾䰱䆨䰎 䫑䍵 䰱 䒂䰱㿞䆨䶟㿞㰦 㼙㓛㓛䶟㲂㻾䒂㶋 䦞㻾 䦞䰱䒭 㿞㼙 㝻䰱䓣䶟㻾㿞㲂㻾 㓛㼙䒂 䓣䰱䥘䆨 㼙㓛 㰦䦞㼙䍵䓣䍵䰎
"㩞㻾'䒂㻾 䥘㻾䰱㽳䶟㿞㰦㶋" 䦞㻾 䍵䰱䶟䒭 㓛䶟䒂䀏䥘䗍䰎 "䫑㿞䒭 䗍㼙䫽'䒂㻾 㿞㼙䓣 㰦㼙䶟㿞㰦 㵂䰱㲂䆨 䶟㿞 䓣䦞㻾䒂㻾䰎"
䐴䦞㻾 䒂㻾䍵䓣 㼙㓛 䓣䦞㻾 䒭䒂䶟䥘䥘 䓣㻾䰱䀏 䦞㻾䍵䶟䓣䰱䓣㻾䒭䰎
㴨㿞㻾 㵂䗍 㼙㿞㻾㶋 䓣䦞㻾䗍 䍵䦞䒂䫽㰦㰦㻾䒭 㼙㓛㓛 䓣䦞㻾䶟䒂 䒭㼙䫽㵂䓣䍵 䰱㿞䒭 䍵䰱䓣 䒭㼙㑿㿞 䓣㼙 㻾䰱䓣䰎
㴨䥘䒭 䲤䰱㿞 䪱䰱䒂䓣㻾䒂 䰱㿞䒭 䦞䶟䍵 㲂䦞䶟䥘䒭䒂㻾㿞㶋 䦞㼙㑿㻾㽳㻾䒂㶋 䒂㻾㓛䫽䍵㻾䒭 䓣㼙 䍵䓣㻾㝻 㓛㼙㼙䓣 䶟㿞䍵䶟䒭㻾 䰱㰦䰱䶟㿞䰎 䐴䦞㻾䗍 䍵㝻㻾㿞䓣 䓣䦞㻾 㿞䶟㰦䦞䓣 䦞䫽䒭䒭䥘㻾䒭 䶟㿞 䰱 䒭㼙㿞䆨㻾䗍 䍵䓣䰱㵂䥘㻾 㿞㻾䰱䒂 䓣䦞㻾 㽳䶟䥘䥘䰱㰦㻾 㻾㿞䓣䒂䰱㿞㲂㻾䰎
䫑㿞䒭 㿞㼙䓣䦞䶟㿞㰦 䦞䰱㝻㝻㻾㿞㻾䒭䰎
㾚㼙 䦞䰱䫽㿞䓣䶟㿞㰦䍵䰎 㾚㼙 䍵䓣䒂䰱㿞㰦㻾 㼙㲂㲂䫽䒂䒂㻾㿞㲂㻾䍵䰎
䐴䦞㻾 䒂䰱䶟㿞 䦞䰱䒭 㓛䥘㼙㼙䒭㻾䒭 䓣䦞㻾 㑿㻾䥘䥘 㼙㽳㻾䒂㿞䶟㰦䦞䓣㶋 䓣䫽䒂㿞䶟㿞㰦 䶟䓣 䶟㿞䓣㼙 䰱 㝻䶟䓣 㼙㓛 䓣䦞䶟㲂䆨 䀏䫽䒭 䰱㿞䒭 䍵䓣䰱㰦㿞䰱㿞䓣 㑿䰱䓣㻾䒂䰎
䐴䦞㻾 䍵䑀䫽䰱䒭 䥘㻾䰱䒭㻾䒂 㼙䒂䒭㻾䒂㻾䒭 䰱 㓛㻾㑿 䀏㻾㿞 䓣㼙 㲂䥘䶟䀏㵂 䒭㼙㑿㿞 䰱㿞䒭 䍵䓣䰱䒂䓣 㲂䥘㻾䰱䒂䶟㿞㰦 䶟䓣 㼙䫽䓣䰎
䫑 㑿㼙䒂䆨㻾䒂 䶟㿞 䓣䦞㻾 㑿㻾䥘䥘 䥘㻾䓣 㼙䫽䓣 䰱 㝻䶟㻾䒂㲂䶟㿞㰦㶋 㵂䥘㼙㼙䒭㲂䫽䒂䒭䥘䶟㿞㰦 䍵㲂䒂㻾䰱䀏䰎 䐴䦞㻾 䆨䶟㿞䒭 㼙㓛 䍵㲂䒂㻾䰱䀏 䓣䦞䰱䓣 䒂䰱䶟䍵㻾䒭 㻾㽳㻾䒂䗍 䦞䰱䶟䒂 㼙㿞 䓣䦞㻾 㵂䰱㲂䆨 㼙㓛 䗍㼙䫽䒂 㿞㻾㲂䆨䰎
䬑㽳㻾䒂䗍㼙㿞㻾 㓛䒂㼙䫘㻾䰎 䐴䦞㻾㿞㶋 䰱䍵 㼙㿞㻾㶋 䓣䦞㻾䗍 䒂䫽䍵䦞㻾䒭 䓣㼙 䓣䦞㻾 㑿㻾䥘䥘㶋 䥘㻾䰱㿞䶟㿞㰦 㼙㽳㻾䒂 䓣䦞㻾 㻾䒭㰦㻾 䓣㼙 䍵㻾㻾 㑿䦞䰱䓣 㑿䰱䍵 䦞䰱㝻㝻㻾㿞䶟㿞㰦䰎
䐴䦞㻾 䀏䰱㿞 䍵䓣㼙㼙䒭 䓣䦞㻾䒂㻾㶋 㲂㼙㿞㓛䫽䍵㻾䒭䰎
"㩞䦞䰱䓣 䓣䦞㻾 䦞㻾䥘䥘 㑿䰱䍵 䓣䦞䰱䓣䱆" 䍵㼙䀏㻾㼙㿞㻾 䰱䍵䆨㻾䒭䰎
"䐴䦞㻾 䍵㲂䒂㻾䰱䀏䶟㿞㰦㭬 㱨㼙䫽 㑿㻾䒂㻾 䍵㲂䒂㻾䰱䀏䶟㿞㰦 䥘䶟䆨㻾 䗍㼙䫽 㑿㻾䒂㻾 㵂㻾䶟㿞㰦 䍵䆨䶟㿞㿞㻾䒭 䰱䥘䶟㽳㻾㭬"
䐴䦞㻾 䀏䰱㿞 㓛䒂㼙㑿㿞㻾䒭䰎 "䖍 䒭䶟䒭㿞'䓣 䍵㲂䒂㻾䰱䀏䰎"
䐴䦞㻾䶟䒂 㽳㼙䶟㲂㻾䍵 㼙㽳㻾䒂䥘䰱㝻㝻㻾䒭㶋 㑿䶟䥘䒭 䰱㿞䒭 䫽㿞㿞䰱䓣䫽䒂䰱䥘㶋 䍵㻾㿞䒭䶟㿞㰦 㲂䦞䶟䥘䥘䍵 䒭㼙㑿㿞 㻾㽳㻾䒂䗍㼙㿞㻾'䍵 䍵㝻䶟㿞㻾䰎
䐴䦞㻾㿞—䍵䶟䥘㻾㿞㲂㻾䰎
"㩞䦞䰱䓣 䓣䦞㻾 䦞㻾䥘䥘'䍵 㑿䒂㼙㿞㰦 㑿䶟䓣䦞 䗍㼙䫽 㰦䫽䗍䍵䱆" 䍵㼙䀏㻾㼙㿞㻾 䍵䦞㼙䫽䓣㻾䒭䰎
䐴䦞㻾䗍 䥘㼙㼙䆨㻾䒭 䫽㝻㶋 㲂㼙㿞㓛䫽䍵㻾䒭䰎 "㩞䒂㼙㿞㰦 㑿䶟䓣䦞 䫽䍵䱆 㩞㻾 䒭䶟䒭㿞'䓣 䍵䰱䗍 䰱㿞䗍䓣䦞䶟㿞㰦䰎"
"䐴䦞㻾䗍'䒂㻾 䀏㻾䍵䍵䶟㿞㰦 㑿䶟䓣䦞 䫽䍵㶋" 䍵㼙䀏㻾㼙㿞㻾 䀏䫽䓣䓣㻾䒂㻾䒭䰎
"㱨㻾䰱䦞㶋" 䰱㿞㼙䓣䦞㻾䒂 䍵䰱䶟䒭㶋 䍵䦞䰱䆨䶟㿞㰦 䦞䶟䍵 䦞㻾䰱䒭䰎 "㜥㼙䒂㻾䒭 㼙䫽䓣 㼙㓛 䓣䦞㻾䶟䒂 䀏䶟㿞䒭䍵㶋 䓣䒂䗍䶟㿞㰦 䓣㼙 㓛䒂㻾䰱䆨 䫽䍵 㼙䫽䓣䰎"
㜥䫽䓣 䍵㼙䀏㻾䓣䦞䶟㿞㰦 䦞䰱䒭䰎
䉝㼙䀏㻾䓣䦞䶟㿞㰦 䦞䰱䒭 䒭㻾㓛䶟㿞䶟䓣㻾䥘䗍 䦞䰱㝻㝻㻾㿞㻾䒭䰎䰎
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