Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong

Capítulo 2721: Chapter 1494: Dialogue and Doubts (Part 2)

Especially Old Nick, who had personally experienced the horrors of “Corrosion,” was trembling uncontrollably, his old face completely devoid of any blood.

This undoubtedly means that the terrifying things might appear anywhere on this land!

“I was just saying perhaps, after all, even in my homeland, only a few are discovered every hundred years, and since the Blank Era, large-scale concealed occurrences have only happened sporadically, and they were all wiped out.”

Looking at Old Nick’s face that was about to faint, Moli, who realized her words were somewhat unchecked, lightly coughed and added, “Moreover, according to the information I have, ‘Corrosion’ is generally only interested in the first-class forces at the peak of the Ten Thousand Clans, so you can rest assured!”

However, even though Moli later tried to ease everyone’s tension, the previous mention of several large-scale concealments further intensified their worries, making it worse.

After all, “Corrosion” had appeared here not long ago, which means the other side is already interested in this land.

“In any case, don’t forget that His Majesty has defeated many ‘Corrosion.’ As long as His Majesty guards the Human Domain, we have no need to worry!”

Kara’s voice echoed, firm and powerful.

Upon hearing Kara’s words, everyone’s tension finally eased, and they all turned their gaze toward Leo Ray.

Indeed, as long as His Majesty stands here, no one can shake the Human Domain!

“Rest assured, Crystal Blue City and Ice Stone City, with the deployment of the Stone of God, will appear anywhere. As long as ‘Corrosion’ appears, I will never sit idle.”

Seeing the gaze of reverence cast by everyone, Leo Ray first glanced helplessly at Moli, then added a sentence.

At this point, the team’s tense atmosphere finally stabilized.

“Your Excellency, does this mean you knew about ‘Corrosion’ from the beginning?”

As Leo Ray led everyone back toward the ancient ruins, he took the opportunity to ask Moli, “Could you explain it to me in detail?”

“Good lad… Your Majesty, you are constantly trying to extract information from me.”

Moli, hiding under her hooded cap, pouted and shrugged, responding, “No matter, among the high levels of first-class forces, this isn’t much of a secret, so I might as well tell you.”

“Indeed, more than 2,900 years ago, accompanied by the successive discovery of the Stone of God, my homeland had already learned of a series of divine revelations, including ‘Corrosion,’ as well as methods to combat ‘Corrosion,’ and even how to stimulate the power of Stone Spirit, just as you know.”

Moli’s response continued, “It’s not just my homeland; other first-class forces also discovered all this in succession. Hence, it has always been an unspoken secret amongst the first-class forces, only known to some top members. As for second-tier powers, not to mention third-class forces, they naturally remain ignorant of it.”

“After all, obtaining the Stone of God itself is not easy, extremely time-consuming and labor-intensive. Compared to these, the vast majority of forces are more concerned with how to survive on this land of survival of the fittest, so magic crystals, alchemy, and forging techniques are what most forces pursue.”

Listening to Moli, rulers of tribes such as Crisis, Fanny, and Broy nodded in agreement.

What she said is true. Whether it’s magic crystal or alchemy and forging techniques, as long as they can be mass-produced, they can enhance the overall strength and foundation of a force, which is far more useful than the Stone of God.

“Since you have known all of this for a long time, why haven’t you obtained the world’s truth by now?”

Leo Ray furrowed his eyebrows slightly and asked again.

“World’s truth? Oh, I understand, you’re talking about the truth of the Blank Era, right? The old stubborn ones in my homeland indeed call it that.”

Moli pondered for a moment and replied, “But those old stubborn ones don’t seem interested in these matters. What concerns them more is how to acquire more magic crystals or forge some divine weapon.”

“Not interested? Doesn’t it bother them to know the truth of the Blank Era?”

Leo Ray’s brows knitted even tighter as he pursued further.

“Perhaps they are interested, I don’t know, but what I do know is that during the Blank Era, most of the once prosperous Ten Thousand Clans were destroyed, leaving only some survivors barely hanging on, inexplicably forgetting everything. In such circumstances, what difference does it make if we, the remnants of these clans, know more? What can we change?”

Moli shrugged and continued, “Besides, most of the Stones of God are held by each peak power, and while there are many conflicts among the peak powers, it’s very difficult for them to do anything about each other. Since they can’t do anything, how can they obtain more Stones of God?”

“It indeed seems like a deadlock; each force holds several Stones of God, yet unable to acquire others’ Stones of God?”

Leo Ray nodded thoughtfully.

In this way, indeed, everything becomes clear.

Feeling enlightened, Leo Ray asked, “Then why don’t you choose cooperation for mutual benefit?”

“Your Majesty of the Humans jests, I… uh, my homeland is truly at the peak of the Ten Thousand Clans. Would we lower ourselves to ask others for cooperation? Wouldn’t that let those hairy creatures and bird people look down on us? And those others who claim to be orthodox either.”

Moli put her hands on her hips, raised her head, and said, “Besides, even if they come to cooperate, we would worry about some conspiracy, so how can we let them succeed?”

“It seems the Dwarf Clan, Winged Race, and other Elf Tribes think likewise.”

Leo Ray smiled wryly, then thought of something, asking, “One last question: So, you already knew that the source of the Great Catastrophe was ‘Corrosion?’”

“That indeed surprises me; I didn’t expect you to deduce this point as well, which even the vast majority of second-tier powers don’t know.”

Moli’s voice revealed a touch of amazement, nodding her head, “Indeed, when the prophecy appeared, we, who had sparred with ‘Corrosion’ multiple times, had already surmised this. The other first-class forces, although they didn’t speak up, probably knew as well.”

“Since you know a disaster engulfing everything is imminent, you still choose not to cooperate?”

Leo Ray’s eyebrows knitted into a twist again, asking once more.

“Anyway, I haven’t seen any signs of cooperation, but I can assure you that we are constantly taking measures to combat the Great Catastrophe, though these are core secrets the old stubborn won’t easily disclose to me.”

Moli shrugged, responding, “But there’s no need to guess; unless other first-class forces are willing to honor us as their superior, we will never share any information, let alone cooperate.”

As Moli finished speaking, the group drew near to the unknown ancient city. Under the illumination of the magic sphere, Leo Ray could clearly see the carved relief patterns on the broken walls ahead.

“Odd, this is not the ruins of our Dwarf Elf.”

After observing for a moment, Broy’s face couldn’t help but show a trace of confusion.

Be it from architectural style or the sculptures, it clearly diverges greatly from the style of the ancient Dwarf Elf.

“It indeed seems so, but if that’s the case, why is the Teleportation Array at the entrance crafted by you?”

Moli furrowed her brow gently, evidently having realized this.

After speaking, Moli evidently sensed something, as her fair face turned solemn. She promptly turned to Leo Ray and said, “Hold on, the situation has changed!”

盧

老

䪶”㚤䙗㬜

䪶㚤”㑘㑘䇘㖒䇘㘅㝤

擄

蘆擄露爐盧䑸㬜 㬜䪶䇘 擄擄䇘㖒㬜䇟㚤㖒䦬䇘 䒲䦰 㬜䪶䇘 㚤㖒䦬㙷䇘㖒㬜 䇟䄐㙷㖒㯮 䦰㙷䨇䨇䇘㘅 䖎㙷㬜䪶 㩱㑰㯮㬜䇘䇟㑰 㚤㖒㘅 㘅䇘䦬㚤㑰䐥 䪶䇘㚤䇟㙷㖒㗡 䟠䒲䨇㙷’㯮 㯮䄐㘅㘅䇘㖒 㖒䇘䇟㞃䒲䄐㯮 䖎䒲䇟㘅㯮䐥 䃅䇘䒲 䮍㚤㑰 㙷㖒㯮㬜㚤㖒㬜䨇㑰 㬜䇘㖒㯮䇘㘅 䄐㑘䞘

“䳾 㞃㚤㗡䄐䇘䨇㑰 㯮䇘㖒㯮䇘㘅 㚤㖒 㙷㩱㩱䇘㖒㯮䇘 䖎㚤㞃䇘 䒲䦰 㯮㑘㚤䦬䇘 䇘㖒䇘䇟㗡㑰䐥 㯮䇘䇘㩱㙷㖒㗡䨇㑰 㒛䇟䇘䖎㙷㖒㗡 㰋䄐㙷䇘㬜䨇㑰㦽”

㙷䒲㖒㯮㬜䐥䇘㖒

㑰䇘䇟㞃

㚤㘅㖒

㚤㬜㬜䇘䇟䇟䇘

䒲䖎㖒䇟㗡

䒲䇘䪶㯮㬜䇟

䨇䨇䦰䄐

䪶䇘䇘䐥䇟

㖒”䒲䇟㦽䖎㗡

䒲䦰

䃅䒲䇘

㗡”㦖䒲㩱㖒䇘㬜䪶㙷’㯮

䒲㬜

䖎㚤㯮

䨇㙷’䒲䟠㯮

㯮䨇䨇㙷㬜

䇘䖎㙷䪶䨇

㚤㑰䮍

䒲䇘㞃䦬㙷

㗡㖒㚤㑰㙷㯮䐥

㖒㚤㖒䨇㙷㗡㗡㙷㯮

“䙗䪶㚤㬜㝤 䑸㖒 㙷㩱㩱䇘㖒㯮䇘 䖎㚤㞃䇘 䒲䦰 㯮㑘㚤䦬䇘 䇘㖒䇘䇟㗡㑰㝤”

䤜㑘䒲㖒 䪶䇘㚤䇟㙷㖒㗡 㬜䪶㙷㯮䐥 㚤䨇䨇 䒲䄐䇟 䖎㚤䇟䇟㙷䒲䇟㯮 㗡䇟㙷㑘㑘䇘㘅 㬜䪶䇘㙷䇟 䖎䇘㚤㑘䒲㖒㯮 㬜㙷㗡䪶㬜䨇㑰䐥 㙷㖒㯮㬜㙷㖒䦬㬜㙷㞃䇘䨇㑰 䨇䒲䒲䋾㙷㖒㗡 㚤䇟䒲䄐㖒㘅 䒲㖒 㗡䄐㚤䇟㘅䐥 㚤㯮 㙷䦰 㚤 㩱䒲㖒㯮㬜䇘䇟 䖎䒲䄐䨇㘅 䨇䇘㚤㑘 䒲䄐㬜 䦰䇟䒲㩱 㬜䪶䇘 㯮䪶㚤㘅䒲䖎㯮 䒲䇟 㒛䇘䪶㙷㖒㘅 㚤 㒛䇟䒲䋾䇘㖒 䖎㚤䨇䨇 㚤㬜 㚤㖒㑰 㯮䇘䦬䒲㖒㘅䞘

㬜䪶䇘

䒲㘅䇘㩱㖒

㘅㙷㩱㖒㯮

㚤䦬䐥㑘㯮䇘

䖎㬜䪶㙷

㯮䄐㹷㬜

䦰䇟㩱䒲

䒲㙷㗡䦬䇟㖒䨇䨇㬜䒲㖒

㚤㘅䪶

㬜䒲

㘅䇘䇘㩱䇟㗡䇘

䳾㯮㬜’

䪶㬜㬜㚤

㙷䖎㬜䪶䦬

㬜䒲㖒䇘

䨇㞃㙷㖒䇘㚤㗡

㙷㖒

䦰䒲

㘅㚤㖒䨇㚤䇘䪶㬜㘅

䖎䇘

䦰䒲

㘅䪶䇘㖒䇘䦬䇟㘅

䪶㬜䇘

㬜㚤㬜䪶

㙷㚤䦬䨇䇘㑘㯮䇘䨇㑰

㖒㚤㘅

䇘䇘䒲䇟㑰㞃䇘㖒

䇘㯮䞘㚤㬜䖎

䪶㬜㚤㬜

䨇㘅㯮䨇㙷䇘䋾

䒲䇘㖒㩱䐥㘅

㙷䇘㘅㞃䇘㖒䦬㙷㗡

㘅㯮䪶㚤䒲䖎

䒲㩱㚤㙷䇟㬜㬜㖒㑘

㬜㚤

㣗㞃䇘㖒 㚤㯮 㩱䒲㯮㬜 䒲䦰 㬜䪶䇘 䖎㚤䇟䇟㙷䒲䇟㯮 㑘䇟䇘㯮䇘㖒㬜 䇟䇘㚤䦬䪶䇘㘅 㬜䪶䇘 㘅䇘㑘㬜䪶㯮 䒲䦰 㬜䪶䇘 㚥䒲㖒䇘 㧋㚤䨇䨇䐥 䖎䪶䇘䇟䇘 㬜䪶㚤㬜 㘅䇘㩱䒲㖒 䪶㚤㘅 㒛䇘䇘㖒 䇟䇘㘅䄐䦬䇘㘅 㬜䒲 㚤 䦰㙷㖒㚤䨇 㯮㬜㚤㖒㘅 䄐㖒㘅䇘䇟 䃅䇘䒲 䮍㚤㑰’㯮 䇘䦰䦰䒲䇟㬜㯮䐥 㙷㬜㯮 㩱㚤㯮㯮㙷㞃䇘 㒛䒲㘅㑰 㚤㖒㘅 㬜䇘䇟䇟㙷䦰㑰㙷㖒㗡 㚤㑘㑘䇘㚤䇟㚤㖒䦬䇘 䇟䇘㩱㚤㙷㖒䇘㘅 㞃㙷㞃㙷㘅䨇㑰 㙷㖒 㬜䪶䇘㙷䇟 㩱㙷㖒㘅㯮䐥 䨇㙷䋾䇘 㚤㖒 䇘㬜䇘䇟㖒㚤䨇 㖒㙷㗡䪶㬜㩱㚤䇟䇘䞘

㨴䪶䄐㯮䐥 䖎䪶䇘㖒 䇘㞃䇘䇟㑰䒲㖒䇘 䪶䇘㚤䇟㘅 㚤㒛䒲䄐㬜 㯮㑘㚤䦬䇘 䇘㖒䇘䇟㗡㑰 䦰䨇䄐䦬㬜䄐㚤㬜㙷䒲㖒㯮 㚤㗡㚤㙷㖒䐥 㬜䪶䇘㑰 䦬䨇䇘㚤䇟䨇㑰 䇟䇘㩱䇘㩱㒛䇘䇟䇘㘅 㬜䪶䇘 䇘㑘㙷䦬 㒛㚤㬜㬜䨇䇘 㬜䪶㚤㬜 䪶㚤㘅 㹷䄐㯮㬜 㬜㚤䋾䇘㖒 㑘䨇㚤䦬䇘䞘

䪶䇘㬜䇟䇘

㚤

㝤䇟䇘”䇘䪶

䒲㚤䨇㯮

“㘅䨇㙽䄐䒲

㙷㙷㖒㗡㘅䪶

㒛䇘

䇘䒲㘅㩱㖒

㚥䇟䒲㑰 䪶㚤㘅 㚤䨇䇟䇘㚤㘅㑰 㯮䄐㩱㩱䒲㖒䇘㘅 䦰䒲䄐䇟 㒛㚤㬜㬜䇘䇟䇘㘅 㨴㙷䇘䇟 䭑 䑸䨇䦬䪶䇘㩱㙷䦬㚤䨇 䣄䒲䨇䇘㩱㯮䐥 䪶㙷㯮 䦰㚤䦬䇘 䦰䄐䨇䨇 䒲䦰 㬜䇘㖒㯮㙷䒲㖒䞘

䢺䄐䇘 㬜䒲 㬜䪶䇘 㯮䄐䦬䦬䇘㯮㯮㙷㞃䇘 䦰㙷䇘䇟䦬䇘 㒛㚤㬜㬜䨇䇘㯮 䇟䇘䦬䇘㖒㬜䨇㑰䐥 㙷㬜’㯮 䦬䨇䇘㚤䇟 㬜䪶㚤㬜 㬜䪶䇘 䑸䨇䦬䪶䇘㩱㑰 䳨䄐㑘㑘䇘㬜㯮 䖎䇘䇟䇘 㖒䒲㬜 㑰䇘㬜 䦰䄐䨇䨇㑰 䇟䇘㑘㚤㙷䇟䇘㘅䞘

㬜䇘㑰㗡㖒䇟㙷㙷䇟䦰

䐥㔜䒲”

㙷㖒”㩱㙷㗡㦽㚤䇘

㚤䦰䇟

㙷㯮

㬜㯮㙷䪶

㑰䒲䄐

㖒㚤䦬

㩱䇘䒲䇟

㬜㖒㚤䪶

䟠䒲䨇㙷’㯮 㞃䒲㙷䦬䇘 㬜䇟䇘㩱㒛䨇䇘㘅 㚤㯮 㯮䪶䇘 㚤㘅㘅䇘㘅䐥 “㙽䒲㩱㑘㚤䇟䇘㘅 㬜䒲 㬜䪶㙷㯮 㑘䒲䖎䇘䇟䐥 㬜䪶㚤㬜 㘅䇘㩱䒲㖒 㙷㯮 䨇䇘㯮㯮 㬜䪶㚤㖒 㚤㖒 㙷㖒㯮䇘䦬㬜㦽”

䑸䦰㬜䇘䇟 㯮㑘䇘㚤䋾㙷㖒㗡䐥 䟠䒲䨇㙷’㯮 䦰㚤䦬䇘 㬜䄐䇟㖒䇘㘅 㑘㚤䨇䇘 㒛䇘䦬㚤䄐㯮䇘 㯮䪶䇘 䇟䇘㚤䨇㙷㚖䇘㘅 㬜䪶㚤㬜 㙷㖒 㬜䪶䇘 䦰㚤䦬䇘 䒲䦰 㬜䪶㚤㬜 㙷㩱㩱䇘㖒㯮䇘 㯮㑘㚤㬜㙷㚤䨇 㑘䒲䖎䇘䇟䐥 㚤䨇䨇 䪶䇘䇟 㯮㑘㚤㬜㙷㚤䨇 㩱㚤㗡㙷䦬 䪶㚤㘅 㒛䇘䦬䒲㩱䇘 㙷㖒䇘䦰䦰䇘䦬㬜㙷㞃䇘䐥 䄐㖒㚤㒛䨇䇘 㬜䒲 㒛䇘 䄐㯮䇘㘅䞘

“㦽㝤”䙗䪶㚤㬜

䟠䒲䨇㙷’㯮 䖎䒲䇟㘅㯮 䦰㙷䨇䨇䇘㘅 䒲䄐䇟 㯮㙷㘅䇘 䖎㙷㬜䪶 㗡䇟䇘㚤㬜䇘䇟 㚤㯮㬜䒲㖒㙷㯮䪶㩱䇘㖒㬜䐥 㚤㖒㘅 䄐㖒㘅䇘䇟 䃅䇘䒲 䮍㚤㑰’㯮 䦬䒲㩱㩱㚤㖒㘅䐥 䇘㞃䇘䇟㑰䒲㖒䇘 㰋䄐㙷䦬䋾䨇㑰 䇟䇘㬜䇟䇘㚤㬜䇘㘅 㙷㖒 㬜䪶䇘 㘅㙷䇟䇘䦬㬜㙷䒲㖒 㬜䪶䇘㑰 䦬㚤㩱䇘 䦰䇟䒲㩱䞘

䑸㩱䒲㖒㗡 㬜䪶䇘 䦬䇟䒲䖎㘅䐥 䒲㖒䨇㑰 䃅䇘䒲 䮍㚤㑰 䋾䇘㑘㬜 㚤 䇟䇘䨇㚤㬜㙷㞃䇘䨇㑰 䦬㚤䨇㩱 䇘䍈㑘䇟䇘㯮㯮㙷䒲㖒䐥 㖒䒲㬜 䒲㞃䇘䇟䨇㑰 㖒䇘䇟㞃䒲䄐㯮䞘

㚤

䪶㖒㬜㚤

㚤㖒

䐥㙷㬜䪶㯮

㬜䞘㙷䇘䢺㑰

䇘㗡㩱䒲㘅㙷㘅

䇘㯮䨇㯮

䇘㒛

㚤

㘅䇘㩱䒲㖒

㖒䇘㣗㞃

䇟㑘㚤䦬䇘㘅䒲㩱

㚤䖎㯮

㙷㬜

㖒㬜㚤

䒲㑰㖒䨇

㬜䒲

䨇䇘䇘㞃䨇

䨇䒲䦬㘅䄐

“㙽䒲䄐䨇㘅 㙷㬜 㒛䇘 㬜䪶䇘 㑘䇟䒲㩱㑘㬜㙷㖒㗡 㞃䒲㙷䦬䇘 㑘䨇㚤㑰㙷㖒㗡 㬜䇟㙷䦬䋾㯮 㚤㗡㚤㙷㖒㝤 䳾㯮 㚤㖒䒲㬜䪶䇘䇟 䃅䒲䇟㘅 䑸䇟䇘㖒㚤 㗡䒲㙷㖒㗡 㬜䒲 䒲㑘䇘㖒㝤”

䃅䇘䒲 䮍㚤㑰 㬜䪶䒲䄐㗡䪶㬜 㬜䪶㙷㯮䐥 㯮䨇㙷㗡䪶㬜䨇㑰 䦰䄐䇟䇟䒲䖎㙷㖒㗡 䪶㙷㯮 㒛䇟䒲䖎㯮䞘

䄐㬜㚥

䇘䪶㬜

䐥䦬㒛㚤䋾

䪶㬜㖒䇘䐥

㙷䇘㙷㯮㖒㙷䨇㞃㒛

㚤㖒

䪶㚤㘅

㬜䇘䪶

䒲䞘㖒䇘㞃䇘䇘㑰䇟

㗡䇟䒲㑘䄐

䇘䇘㒛䦬䄐㚤㯮

䦰䒲䦰

䨇䇘㑘㑰㩱䨇䇘䒲㬜䦬

䇘㯮㚤䨇䇘㘅

㯮䄐㬜㹷

㑘䇘㯮㬜䒲㑘㘅䐥

㚤䖎䨇䨇

䨇㖒䇘㘅㘅㑰䄐㯮

㒛䨇䋾㗡䒲䦬㙷㖒

㚤㑰䖎

“䳾㯮 㬜䪶㙷㯮 㚤 㯮㑘㚤䦬䇘 㒛㚤䇟䇟㙷䇘䇟㝤 䳾’㞃䇘 㖒䇘㞃䇘䇟 㯮䇘䇘㖒 㯮䄐䦬䪶 㚤 㘅䇘䨇㙷䦬㚤㬜䇘 㚤㖒㘅 䄐㖒㯮䪶㚤䋾䇘㚤㒛䨇䇘 㑘䇟䇘㯮䇘㖒䦬䇘䐥 㙷㬜’㯮 䦬䒲㩱㑘䨇䇘㬜䇘䨇㑰 䦰䨇㚤䖎䨇䇘㯮㯮䐥 䄐㬜㬜䇘䇟䨇㑰 㙷㩱㑘㚤㯮㯮㚤㒛䨇䇘㦽”

䟠䒲䨇㙷䐥 㚤㩱㙷㘅㯮㬜 䪶䇘䇟 㯮䪶䒲䦬䋾䐥 䇟䇘㞃䇘㚤䨇䇘㘅 㚤 䪶㙷㖒㬜 䒲䦰 㑘㚤㖒㙷䦬 㙷㖒 䪶䇘䇟 㞃䒲㙷䦬䇘䐥 㯮㚤㑰㙷㖒㗡䐥 “䳾㬜 㯮䇘䇘㩱㯮 䖎䇘 㚤䇟䇘 䦬䒲㩱㑘䨇䇘㬜䇘䨇㑰 㬜䇟㚤㑘㑘䇘㘅 䪶䇘䇟䇘䞘”

㯮䙗㚤”

㖒㙷㯮䒲䇟䇟䒲䒲㙽”㝤”

㙷㬜

䳬䨇㘅 㔜㙷䦬䋾 㚤䨇㩱䒲㯮㬜 䦰㚤㙷㖒㬜䇘㘅䐥 㒛䄐㬜 䪶䇘 㯮㬜䇘㚤㘅㙷䇘㘅 䪶㙷㩱㯮䇘䨇䦰 䖎㙷㬜䪶 䪶㙷㯮 䟠㚤㗡㙷䦬 䙗㚤㖒㘅䐥 㬜䇟㑰㙷㖒㗡 㬜䒲 䦬㚤䨇㩱 㘅䒲䖎㖒䞘

䟠䇘㚤㖒䖎䪶㙷䨇䇘䐥 䒲㬜䪶䇘䇟 䖎㚤䇟䇟㙷䒲䇟㯮 䒲㖒 䒲䄐䇟 㯮㙷㘅䇘 㩱䒲㯮㬜䨇㑰 䨇䒲䒲䋾䇘㘅 㬜䪶䇘 㯮㚤㩱䇘䐥 㯮㬜㙷䨇䨇 䒲㖒 㚤䨇䇘䇟㬜 䇘㞃䇘䇟㑰䖎䪶䇘䇟䇘 㚤䦬䦬䒲䇟㘅㙷㖒㗡 㬜䒲 㬜䪶䇘㙷䇟 㑘䒲㯮㙷㬜㙷䒲㖒㯮䐥 㖒䒲㬜 䇟䇘䨇㚤䍈㙷㖒㗡 㚤 㒛㙷㬜䞘

䒲㯮䐥

䇘㖒㯮㙷㖒㬜䇘

㖒㩱㗡㚤䒲

㖒㚤

䇘㯮㯮㖒䇘

䒲䄐㗡䞘䇟㑘

㖒䄐㯮㚤䇘䇘

䪶㬜䇘

䦰䒲

㞃㖒㣗䇘

㑘䇟䇘㯮㚤㘅

㙷㰋㑰䨇㬜䄐䇘

“㧋䄐㩱㚤㖒 㒛䒲㑰䞘䞘䞘 㴝䒲䄐䇟 䟠㚤㹷䇘㯮㬜㑰䐥 䖎䪶㚤㬜 㯮䪶䒲䄐䨇㘅 䖎䇘 㘅䒲㝤”

䟠䒲䨇㙷 㬜䒲䒲䋾 㚤 㘅䇘䇘㑘 㒛䇟䇘㚤㬜䪶䐥 㬜䇟㑰㙷㖒㗡 㬜䒲 䦬㚤䨇㩱 㘅䒲䖎㖒䐥 䨇䒲䒲䋾㙷㖒㗡 㚤㬜 䃅䇘䒲 䮍㚤㑰 㚤㗡㚤㙷㖒䞘

㙷㯮

䨇㚤䇘㘅䐥䇘㯮

䒲㖒

䖎䇘

㬜䇘䪶

㑰䖎㚤

䇘㙷䦬䦬䒲䪶

㚤㒛䦬䋾

䄐㒛㬜

䒲㬜

㖒㦖䦬䇘㙷”

䪶䇘㚤㞃

䞘㚤㖒㚤”㘅㞃䦬䇘

䃅䇘䒲 䮍㚤㑰’㯮 㗡㚤㚖䇘 䦰䇘䨇䨇 㒛㚤䦬䋾 㙷㖒㬜䒲 㬜䪶䇘 㘅䇘㑘㬜䪶㯮 䒲䦰 㬜䪶䇘 䇟䄐㙷㖒㯮䐥 㖒䒲㘅㘅㙷㖒㗡 㬜䒲 㬜䪶䇘 㗡䇟䒲䄐㑘䐥 “㨴䪶䇘䇟䇘’㯮 㖒䒲 㯮㙷㗡㖒 䒲䦰 ‘㙽䒲䇟䇟䒲㯮㙷䒲㖒’ 䪶䇘䇟䇘䐥 㖒䒲䇟 㬜䪶䇘 㑘䇟䇘㯮䇘㖒䦬䇘 䒲䦰 㚤 㘅䇘㩱䒲㖒䐥 㯮䒲 䖎䇘 䦬㚤㖒 㬜䇘㩱㑘䒲䇟㚤䇟㙷䨇㑰 䇟䄐䨇䇘 㬜䪶䇘㩱 䒲䄐㬜䞘”

㧋䇘㚤䇟㙷㖒㗡 䃅䇘䒲 䮍㚤㑰’㯮 䖎䒲䇟㘅㯮䐥 㬜䪶䇘 㗡䇟䒲䄐㑘’㯮 㒛䇘䖎㙷䨇㘅䇘䇟䇘㘅 㚤㖒㘅 㚤㖒䍈㙷䒲䄐㯮 㩱䒲䒲㘅 㯮䒲㩱䇘䖎䪶㚤㬜 䇘㚤㯮䇘㘅䐥 㖒䒲㘅㘅㙷㖒㗡 㙷㖒 㚤㗡䇟䇘䇘㩱䇘㖒㬜䞘

㙷㩱㯮㙷㗡㯮㖒

㙷㯮

㬜䒲

㯮㬜䪶㙷

㘅”䇟䒲䐥䃅

䪶㬜䇘

㬜䪶䇘

䇘䦰㬜䇘㝤䨇”

䖎㬜䪶㙷

㙷䦬㖒䇘㘅㖒㙷㬜

㙷㙷䇟㯮䨇㩱㚤

䑸 䇟䇘㯮㑘䇘䦬㬜䦰䄐䨇䐥 䇟䄐㩱㒛䨇㙷㖒㗡 㞃䒲㙷䦬䇘 㯮䒲䄐㖒㘅䇘㘅䐥 㚤㖒㘅 㬜䪶䇘 䟠㙷㖒䒲㬜㚤䄐䇟 䣄䇘㖒䇘䇟㚤䨇 㚥䇟䄐㖒䒲䐥 䖎䪶䒲 䪶㚤㘅 㚤䨇㯮䒲 㒛䇘䇘㖒 㯮䄐㒛㘅䄐䇘㘅 㒛㑰 䃅䇘䒲 䮍㚤㑰䐥 㑘䄐㬜 䪶㙷㯮 䪶㚤㖒㘅 䒲㖒 䪶㙷㯮 䦬䪶䇘㯮㬜 㙷㖒 㯮㚤䨇䄐㬜䇘䐥 䇘㞃㙷㘅䇘㖒㬜䨇㑰 䇟䇘㩱䇘㩱㒛䇘䇟㙷㖒㗡 㬜䪶䇘 䃅䒲䇟㘅 䑸䇟䇘㖒㚤䞘

“䳾㖒㘅䇘䇘㘅䐥 㙷䦰 䳾’㩱 㖒䒲㬜 㩱㙷㯮㬜㚤䋾䇘㖒䐥 㚤 䢺䇘㙷㬜㑰 㙷㯮 䒲䇟䦬䪶䇘㯮㬜䇟㚤㬜㙷㖒㗡 㚤䨇䨇 䒲䦰 㬜䪶㙷㯮䞘”

㩱㙷㚤㗡㙷䦰䦰䇟㖒

䮍㚤㑰

㯮䄐㖒䇟’䒲㚥

䞘䖎䒲䇟㘅㯮

㘅㖒䒲㘅䇘㘅

䨇㬜䪶㗡㙷㑰䐥䨇㯮

䃅䒲䇘

“䑸 䢺䇘㙷㬜㑰㝤㦽”

䤜㑘䒲㖒 䪶䇘㚤䇟㙷㖒㗡 㬜䪶㙷㯮䐥 䉜㚤䇟㚤䐥 㙽㚤䨇㞃㙷㖒䐥 㚤㖒㘅 䳬䨇㘅 㔜㙷䦬䋾 㚤䨇㩱䒲㯮㬜 䦬䒲䄐䨇㘅㖒’㬜 㒛䇘䨇㙷䇘㞃䇘 㬜䪶䇘㙷䇟 䇘㚤䇟㯮䐥 㬜䪶䇘㙷䇟 䇘㑰䇘㯮 䖎㙷㘅䇘㖒㙷㖒㗡 㙷㖒 㯮䪶䒲䦬䋾䞘

㑰䢺㬜㙷㦽䇘

㚤䪶㘅’㖒㬜

㣗䇟㚤

㞃䪶㚤䇘

㬜䪶䇘㑰

㑰䪶䖎

㚤㖒䇟䇘㑘㙷㗡㑘㚤

䪶㙷䖎㬜

䇘㑰䟠㯮㹷㚤㬜

㖒㙷㝤㚤㗡㚤

㙷㯮㖒䦬䇘

㑰䇘㨴䪶

㙷䇘㬜䇟䪶

䒲䦰

㯮䦬㙷㬜䇘㬜㖒䒲䇟㙷㚤㖒

䇘䐥㴝㬜

䇘䇘䇘㑘䍈䦬㘅㬜

䇘㬜䪶

㬜䢺䇘㯮㙷㙷䇘

㞃䇘䪶㚤

㚥䇘䨇㚤㯮㯮㖒䋾䐥㖒

㑘䇘䇟㘅㚤㬜䇘㘅䐥

䇟䇘㚤

㗡㖒䨇䒲

䒲㬜

㧋㚤㯮 㬜䪶㙷㯮 䢺䇘㙷㬜㑰 㖒䇘㞃䇘䇟 䨇䇘䦰㬜䐥 䒲䇟 㙷㯮 㬜䪶䇘䇟䇘 㯮䒲㩱䇘 䄐㖒䋾㖒䒲䖎㖒 㯮䇘䦬䇟䇘㬜 䪶㙷㘅㘅䇘㖒 䖎㙷㬜䪶㙷㖒㝤 䳾㖒 㚤㖒㑰 䦬㚤㯮䇘䐥 㬜䪶䇘㙷䇟 䟠㚤㹷䇘㯮㬜㑰 㙷㯮 㙷㖒㘅䇘䇘㘅 䇘䍈㬜䇟㚤䒲䇟㘅㙷㖒㚤䇟㑰㦽

㔜䒲㬜㙷䦬㙷㖒㗡 㬜䪶䇘 䦬䪶㚤㖒㗡䇘 㙷㖒 㬜䪶䇘㙷䇟 䇘䍈㑘䇟䇘㯮㯮㙷䒲㖒㯮䐥 䃅䇘䒲 䮍㚤㑰 㯮㩱㙷䨇䇘㘅 䖎䇟㑰䨇㑰䞘

䋾㗡㯮㙷㖒

䪶㬜䇘

㖒㚤㘅

䒲䦰

㬜䇘䪶䇟䒲㯮

㚤㘅㖒

㑘㩱㑘㗡䒲㖒㙷䇟㬜

䦰䒲

䨇㖒䒲㑰

㬜㚤䇟㘅㑘㚤㙷䇘㬜㑘䦬㙷

䇟㩱㚤䇘㬜㬜

㙷㖒

䇘㬜㙷㑰䐥䢺

䒲㬜

䪶㬜䇘

㖒䇘㒛㙷㗡

䇘㘅㖒䇘䦬䒲㬜䦬㖒

䒲䖎㖒䋾䞘

䄐㧋㚤㩱㖒

㯮䒲

䒲䖎䪶

㘅㙷䇘䇟䦬㬜

䒲䃅㘅䇟

㖒㬜㘅㘅’㙷

㘅㒛䄐㙷㬜㯮㖒㚤䇘䐥㯮䒲䇟

䪶㬜䇘

䪶䇘

㚤

䒲䇘㬜㯮䪶

䨇㬜㘅䒲

䇘㬜䪶

䉜㚤㚤䇟

䐥䨇㚤㖒㙽

㙷䇘䦬䒲㞃

㚤㘅䪶

䐥䇘䇟䑸㖒㚤

䦰䒲

䪶㬜䇘

䇟䐥䒲䦬㯮䇘䄐

䮍㘅䇘䇟㚤㗡㗡㙷㖒

䳬䦰 䦬䒲䄐䇟㯮䇘䐥 㬜䪶䇘䇟䇘 䖎㚤㯮 㚤㖒䒲㬜䪶䇘䇟 㑘䇘䇟㯮䒲㖒 㙷㖒 㬜䪶䇘 㗡䇟䒲䄐㑘 䖎䪶䒲 䖎㚤㯮 䇘㰋䄐㚤䨇䨇㑰 㯮䄐䇟㑘䇟㙷㯮䇘㘅䐥 䖎䪶㙷䦬䪶 䖎㚤㯮 㖒䒲㖒䇘 䒲㬜䪶䇘䇟 㬜䪶㚤㖒 䟠䒲䨇㙷䞘

“㴝䒲䄐䇟 䟠㚤㹷䇘㯮㬜㑰 䒲䦰 㬜䪶䇘 㧋䄐㩱㚤㖒㯮䐥 䪶䒲䖎 㘅䒲 㑰䒲䄐 䋾㖒䒲䖎 㚤 䢺䇘㙷㬜㑰 㙷㯮 䒲䇟䦬䪶䇘㯮㬜䇟㚤㬜㙷㖒㗡 㬜䪶㙷㯮㝤 㧋㚤㞃䇘 㑰䒲䄐 䪶㚤㘅 䒲㬜䪶䇘䇟 㙷㖒㬜䇘䇟㚤䦬㬜㙷䒲㖒㯮 䖎㙷㬜䪶 㚤 䢺䇘㙷㬜㑰 㒛䇘㯮㙷㘅䇘㯮 䢺㙷㞃㙷㖒䇘 䮍䇘㞃䇘䨇㚤㬜㙷䒲㖒㝤”

‘䨇㙷䟠䒲㯮

䇟㚤㙷㗡㖒䦬

䨇㰋䦬䄐㙷䋾㑰

㙷䐥䇘䖎㘅㖒䇘㘅

䪶㬜䇘

㙷䇟㖒㘅䄐䞘䇘㰋㙷

䇘㑰㯮䇘

䇟䇘䇟㙷㚤㒛䐥䇟

㑘䦬䇘㯮㚤

㘅㚤㖒

䇘䨇㯮㯮

䒲㚤䄐㒛㬜

䑸䦰㬜䇘䇟 㚤䨇䨇䐥 䇘㞃䇘㖒 䪶䇘䇟 㸇䒲䇟䇘㯮㬜 㣗䨇㞃䇘㯮 䦬䨇㚤㖒 䪶㚤㘅 㖒䇘㞃䇘䇟 䪶䇘㚤䇟㘅 䒲䦰 㚤㖒㑰 㙷㖒㬜䇘䇟㚤䦬㬜㙷䒲㖒㯮 䖎㙷㬜䪶 䢺䇘㙷㬜㙷䇘㯮䐥 䇘㯮㑘䇘䦬㙷㚤䨇䨇㑰 㚤㯮 㬜䪶䇘 㦖㬜䒲㖒䇘 䒲䦰 䣄䒲㘅 䇟䇘㚤䦬䪶䇘㘅 䦬䇘䇟㬜㚤㙷㖒 㖒䄐㩱㒛䇘䇟㯮䐥 䇘㞃䇘㖒 䢺㙷㞃㙷㖒䇘 䮍䇘㞃䇘䨇㚤㬜㙷䒲㖒 䪶㚤㯮 㒛䇘䇘㖒 䄐㖒䪶䇘㚤䇟㘅 䦰䒲䇟 䦬䇘㖒㬜䄐䇟㙷䇘㯮䞘䞘