Shadows of the Deep Space

Capítulo 1522: Chapter 508: Sugar Mommy_6

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When Su Ming and the others heard the words of Arin, the proprietress, they all turned to look at the man.

At this time, the man also looked over at Su Ming’s table.

Su Ming then lifted his teacup and politely toasted him.

The man also flashed a bright smile and raised his teacup in response.

Su Ming downed his tea in one gulp, then turned to Vivian with a smile and said.

“There are so many rich people in Saint Joex. It must cost a lot to book the whole place, right?”

“This restaurant is quite expensive. Booking the whole place would cost at least a few billion.”

Vivian smiled and said to Su Ming.

“That’s quite extravagant.”

Hearing the exact number, Su Ming couldn’t help but exclaim.

If it were to spend billions on weapons, Su Ming wouldn’t blink an eye, but just spending that much money to smoke a cigarette was something he couldn’t fathom.

At this moment, the door of the restaurant was pushed open.

Shu Lu and Awako walked in, chatting and laughing.

Then Awako suddenly looked at Vivian and said.

“Isn’t that Miss Vivian?”

“It really is her.”

“Let’s go over!”

“Okay!”

Shu Lu and Awako immediately walked over.

When they arrived at Su Ming’s table, they pretended to be surprised and said.

“Isn’t this Miss Vivian, what a coincidence!”

Su Ming looked at the two of them, feeling they looked familiar, and then remembered they seemed to be the offspring of those arms dealers at the beauty pageant.

“It really is quite the coincidence.”

Xia Lan replied with annoyance.

“Since it’s such a coincidence, why don’t we join you and I’ll pick up the tab later.”

Shu Lu suggested eagerly.

“No need to pay, that gentleman over there has already reserved the whole place.”

Xia Lan replied bluntly.

“Uh….”

Shu Lu and Awako looked awkward.

Vivian then turned to Su Ming, seeking his opinion, and asked.

“Mr. Su Ming, would you mind?”

“Since they are Miss Vivian’s friends, it’s fine to join the table.”

Su Ming didn’t want to put Vivian in a difficult position.

“Since Mr. Su Ming has spoken, let’s join the table.”

Vivian said calmly.

Awako and Shu Lu happily raised their hands, signaling the waiter to bring chairs.

A waitress quickly brought over two chairs.

After Shu Lu and Awako sat down, they cheerfully asked.

“Miss Vivian, when did you return?”

“Not long ago.”

Vivian replied nonchalantly.

Since their arrival, the atmosphere had cooled down.

Su Ming remained silent, quietly sipping his tea.

Just then, a commotion erupted outside.

Su Ming and the others looked through the window to see a burly, fierce-eyed middle-aged man in third-generation exoskeleton armor entering with more than a dozen henchmen.

These henchmen went straight to the tables outside the restaurant, pulled out chairs, and sat down, regardless if anyone was there.

In no time, the patrons dining outside the restaurant got up and left.

Suddenly, all the guests outside the restaurant were driven away.

Of course, these people from the Dark Star Empire were not only targeting this restaurant; all the Federation-run shops nearby were also affected.

At this moment, a few Federation guards, who were dining in the restaurant, came out under the leadership of a dark-skinned, robust man and shouted at the Dark Star Empire personnel driving away the diners.

“Kanglu, what are you trying to do?”

“Of course, we’re here to eat. What’s the problem?”

Kanglu replied with a sneer at Zhou Deng.

“Eating, is this how you eat? You drove everyone away.”

Zhou Deng said with a grim face.

“What? Only others can come to eat, and we can’t?”

At this moment, hearing this, Kanglu’s subordinates also became angry, directly overturning the tables one by one.

“You all are really looking for trouble! Get them!”

Zhou Deng and the others rushed forward.

Kanglu and his men were not courteous either and met them head-on, beginning to brawl.

Su Ming watched this scene, furrowing his brow, and asked.

“Isn’t the security in Saint Joex usually good? Why are they fighting now?”

“What else could it be? It’s because the Federation is weak now.”

Xia Lan said angrily.

“The Federation is weak?”

Su Ming asked, slightly startled.

“Yes, ever since the Federation’s main star was invaded by alien races, the wormhole space-time was lost, Mist Star Sea was lost, and the Abyss of Descent was in crisis. Now, Heavenly Revelation Divine Country and Dark Star Empire have become increasingly rampant, causing trouble here every day. And according to reliable insider information, your Federation plans to abandon the Three Forbidden Zones and withdraw all troops.”

Vivian explained to Su Ming.

At this moment, Long Ying spoke up.

“That’s just a strategic retreat.”

“Give it a rest. Anyone with some sense can see the Federation has been defeated and is powerless to control the Three Forbidden Zones. They call it a strategic retreat, but it’s essentially a withdrawal. If they stay, they’ll be annihilated. Now even the Heavenly Realm City is on its way back.”

Xia Lan sighed and said.

Long Ying was left speechless upon hearing this.

Su Ming also felt a headache coming on.

Bam!

At this moment, the restaurant door was kicked open, and Captain Zhou Deng was kicked inside, landing heavily on the ground.

Kanglu led his men in arrogantly, shouting at the diners inside the restaurant.

“Everyone, we’re handling a personal vendetta here. Those who know what’s good for them, leave immediately.”

The many patrons on site got up and left one after another.

Just then, the angry proprietress Arin approached with a group of male waiters and scolded Kanglu.

“You’re going too far, using such nasty tactics because you can’t compete with us.”

“Shut up. Do you think this is still the past? The Federation behind you has fallen, and we can bully you as we please.”

Kanglu said arrogantly.

At this moment, a group of Saint Joex guards hurried over, with the leading captain sternly reprimanding.

“This is Saint Joex, no disturbances allowed!”

Kanglu turned to look at the captain, pointing at his nose, and said maliciously.

“This is an issue between us and the Federation. You’d better stay out of it, or we’ll deal with you too.”

“You!”

The captain’s face turned red with anger.

“Get lost!”

Without saying another word, Kanglu kicked the captain, sending him flying.

“Captain, are you okay?”

The aides of Saint Joex quickly supported the captain, each furious and wanting to draw their weapons, but were stopped by the captain.

“I’m fine. Let’s leave and report to the superiors.”

The captain left helplessly with his subordinates.

Su Ming and the others watched this scene, their expressions becoming cold.

“Miss Vivian, let us handle this minor issue.”

“Indeed, just wait for us.”

Shu Lu and Awako volunteered, getting up and walking toward Kanglu and his men.

Soon they reached Kanglu, and Shu Lu boldly identified himself.

“Gentlemen from Dark Star, I am from Saint Joex’s Kagama Interstellar Heavy Industry. Please give us some face and don’t cause trouble here.”

“Ha ha, from Saint Joex’s Kagama Interstellar Heavy Industry? Are you still dreaming, or did a donkey kick your head? We used to show you respect, advising you not to get too close to the Federation. Now the Federation is weak, and if you don’t stay in line, do you expect us to deal with you as well?”

Kanglu mocked.

“You….”

Shu Lu and Awako’s faces turned red with anger, for they had never been ridiculed like this before.

䵫㻿䋢㣿䃹㘷㣭

魯

老

蘆

䳏䂂䵫䯑

㼣䯑㑤䥯䳏䵫䶥㝙䂂

㼣䶥䳏䓬

路

㼃䂂

爐

㝙㻿㝎䂂䶥㻿䋢

䶥㻿㾞䌽

爐

魯

㼣㝙㣿㝎㾞䥯䶥

盧

擄

㝙䋢䣜䥯

䏲㬂䵫䂂䏲㙹㝙

㼣㬂

䵫㾞䚸䏲㝙䥯䃹

䳏䋢䂂

盧

“䣜䏲㻿㝙 䵫䂂䈸 䎰’㻿 䥯䶥䵫㝙䥯 䏲䃹䃹 䶥㼣䂂 㴐䵫䂂䳏 䚸䶥㼣 䥯㼣䚸䯑䈸”

㔮䳏䋢 㘷䶥䯑䯑 䃹䏲㣿䚸㝎 㼃㽍㱚䵫㝙㝎 㴐䏲䓼䋢㣿 䳏䋢㾞 䳏䏲㝙㣿㝎 䯑䵫䥯㝙䏲䃹䵫㝙䥯 䂂䳏䋢 㻿䏲䃹䋢 㴐䏲䵫䂂䋢㾞䯑 䵫㝙 䂂䳏䋢 䯑䂂䶥㾞䋢 䂂䶥 㖰䶥䵫㝙 䵫㝙㑤

㴐䳏䏲䂂’䯑

䌽䶥

䶥㝎䯑䋢䃹㾞䯑

㼣㝙䳏㣭㘷

䱘㴐䶥㝙

㣿䶥’㝙䂂

䂂䈸䏲䳏㴐”

㼃”

㝴䏲㝙䥯䃹㼣 䯑䏲䂂 䶥㝙 䏲 㣭䳏䏲䵫㾞㝎 㴐䏲䓼䋢㣿 䳏䵫䯑 䳏䏲㝙㣿㝎 䏲㝙㣿 䶥㝙䋢 䶥䌽 䳏䵫䯑 㼣㝙㣿䋢㾞䃹䵫㝙䥯䯑 䯑䂂䋢㬂㬂䋢㣿 䌽䶥㾞㴐䏲㾞㣿㑤

㒇㼣 䵯䵫㝙䥯 㴐䏲䂂㣭䳏䋢㣿 䂂䳏䋢 䂂㴐䶥 䥯㾞䶥㼣㬂䯑 䵫㝙 䏲 㘷㾞䏲㴐䃹㝎 䳏䵫䯑 䋢䱾㬂㾞䋢䯑䯑䵫䶥㝙 䥯㾞䶥㴐䵫㝙䥯 䵫㝙㣭㾞䋢䏲䯑䵫㝙䥯䃹䚸 㣭䶥䃹㣿㑤 㗹䶥㾞䂂㼣㝙䏲䂂䋢䃹䚸㝎 㝙䋢䵫䂂䳏䋢㾞 䯑䵫㣿䋢 㼣䯑䋢㣿 㴐䋢䏲㬂䶥㝙䯑㑤

䯑㝙㴐䏲’䂂

䌽㱫

䏲䣜㾞䱘

㣭䯑䋢㝎㾞䶥㼣

䂂䂂䳏䏲

㘷㼣䂂

䂂䏲䵫㒇㝙

䏲㴐㝙䂂

䂂䶥

䂂㒇䏲㾞

䵫䂂

㴐䋢䯑䏲䶥㬂㝎㝙

䂂䵫㑤

䋢㾞㬂㻿䵫䰗

䋢䳏䂂

䯑䋢㼣

㣿’㝙䵫䂂㣿

㾞㘷䶥㬂䵫䋢䵫䂂䳏㣿

䝷䶥䱾䋢

㬂䋢㬂䶥䋢䃹

䰗䓼䋢㝙 䂂䳏䶥㼣䥯䳏 䂂䳏䋢䚸 㣿䵫㣿㝙’䂂 㣭䏲㾞䋢 䏲㘷䶥㼣䂂 㒇䏲䵫㝙䂂 䝷䶥䋢䱾 㾞䵫䥯䳏䂂 㝙䶥㴐㝎 䂂䳏䋢㾞䋢 㴐䏲䯑 䏲 㣭䃹䋢䏲㾞 㾞㼣䃹䋢䴜 㝙䶥 㴐䋢䏲㬂䶥㝙䯑 䵫㝙䯑䵫㣿䋢 䂂䳏䋢 㣭䵫䂂䚸㝎 䶥㾞 䋢䃹䯑䋢 䌽䏲㣭䋢 䋢䱾䋢㣭㼣䂂䵫䶥㝙㑤

㔮䳏䋢䚸 㣿䵫㣿㝙’䂂 㣿䏲㾞䋢 㣭㾞䶥䯑䯑 䂂䳏䵫䯑 㾞䋢㣿 䃹䵫㝙䋢 䌽䶥㾞 䂂䳏䋢 䂂䵫㻿䋢 㘷䋢䵫㝙䥯㑤

䋢䣜㝙䥯

㣿䳏䋢㼣䯑㾞

䥯䏲㝙䃹䚸㾞䵫

㣿㴐䯑䶥䏲㾞䂂

㣿㝙㴐䶥

䯑䂂䳏䵫

䶥䌽

㝎㬂䵫㝙䂂䶥

㣿䶥䏲䋢㾞㾞㝎

䓬䶥㼣䳏

䋢䳏䂂

䏲䥯㝴㼣㑤䃹㝙

䏲䯑䶥䃹

㝙䏲㣿

㣭䥯㝙㝙㼣䵫㬂䳏

㝙㝙䃹㼣䯑㾞䋢㣿䥯㝎䵫

㝙㬂䋢䶥㝙䂂㬂䶥’䯑

䶥㝙䋢

㼃䂂

䭧䏲㝙䥯䈸

㝴䏲㝙䥯䃹㼣 㬂䵫㣭䱘䋢㣿 㼣㬂 䏲 㣭䳏䏲䵫㾞 䏲㝙㣿 䯑㻿䏲䯑䳏䋢㣿 䵫䂂 䶥㝙䂂䶥 䓬䳏䶥㼣 䣜䋢㝙䥯’䯑 䳏䋢䏲㣿㝎 䂂䳏䋢㝙 䌽䶥䃹䃹䶥㴐䋢㣿 㴐䵫䂂䳏 䏲 䌽䃹䚸䵫㝙䥯 䱘䵫㣭䱘 䂂䶥 䳏䵫䯑 㘷䶥㣿䚸㝎 䯑䋢㝙㣿䵫㝙䥯 䓬䳏䶥㼣 䣜䋢㝙䥯 䌽䃹䚸䵫㝙䥯㝎 㣭㾞䏲䯑䳏䵫㝙䥯 㘷䋢䯑䵫㣿䋢 㒇㼣 䵯䵫㝙䥯’䯑 䂂䏲㘷䃹䋢㝎 䳏䵫䯑 䌽䶥㾞䋢䳏䋢䏲㣿 㘷䃹䋢䋢㣿䵫㝙䥯 㬂㾞䶥䌽㼣䯑䋢䃹䚸㑤

䂂䶥

䳏䵫䯑

㬂㼣

䋢䣜㝙䥯

䯑㾞㼣䳏

䏲㣿㝙

䵫㝙㘷㝎䋢䃹䋢䥯㣿

䯑䶥䱘䳏䶥

䳏䵫䯑

䶥䳏㼣䓬

㴐䯑䏲

䂂㝙㣿䋢䏲㴐

㝙䏲䥯䏲䵫㑤

䳏㝎䋢㣿䏲

䶥㼣䥯㝎䂂䳏

㣿䋢䵫㾞䥯䶥㝙

㒇㼣 䵯䵫㝙䥯 䚔㼣䵫㣭䱘䃹䚸 䥯㾞䏲㘷㘷䋢㣿 㙹䏲㬂䂂䏲䵫㝙 䓬䳏䶥㼣 䣜䋢㝙䥯 䏲㝙㣿 䯑䏲䵫㣿㑤

“䭧㾞䶥䂂䳏䋢㾞㝎 䚸䶥㼣’㾞䋢 㘷䃹䋢䋢㣿䵫㝙䥯䈸”

䶥”䥯㝙䂂䳏䵫㑤㝙

䎰䂂䯑”‘

䓬䳏䶥㼣 䣜䋢㝙䥯 䵫䥯㝙䶥㾞䋢㣿 䳏䵫䯑 䵫㝙㖰㼣㾞䵫䋢䯑 䏲㝙㣿 㴐䏲䯑 䏲㘷䶥㼣䂂 䂂䶥 㣭䳏䏲㾞䥯䋢 䏲䂂 㝴䏲㝙䥯䃹㼣 䏲䥯䏲䵫㝙㑤

“䈡䶥㝎 䵫䌽 䚸䶥㼣 䱘䋢䋢㬂 䥯䶥䵫㝙䥯 䃹䵫䱘䋢 䂂䳏䵫䯑㝎 䚸䶥㼣’䃹䃹 䥯䋢䂂 䵫㝙䂂䶥 䂂㾞䶥㼣㘷䃹䋢㑤”

㻿䋢㣿䃹㝎䯑䵫

㣿䳏䶥䵫㝙䃹䥯

㒇㼣

䥯䶥㑤

㾞䵫䋢䌽䥯䯑㼣㝙

䋢䃹䂂

㼣䶥䓬䳏

㾞㝎㻿䏲

䋢䯑䣜䥯㝙’

䵯䵫䥯㝙

䶥䂂

䝷㼣䯑䂂 䂂䳏䋢㝙㝎 㝴䏲㝙䥯䃹㼣 䯑㝙䋢䋢㾞䋢㣿 䏲㝙㣿 㾞㼣䯑䳏䋢㣿 䂂䶥㴐䏲㾞㣿 䓬䳏䶥㼣 䣜䋢㝙䥯㝎 䯑㴐䵫㝙䥯䵫㝙䥯 䏲 䌽䵫䋢㾞㣭䋢 㬂㼣㝙㣭䳏㑤

“䈡䶥䂂 䥯䶥䶥㣿䈸”

㝙䳏㣭㣿䏲䋢䥯㑤

䳏䶥㼣䓬

䯑䶥䋢䱾㾞䵫䯑㝙㬂䋢

䯑䣜’䥯㝙䋢

㒇㼣 䵯䵫㝙䥯 䯑㼣㣿㣿䋢㝙䃹䚸 㬂㼣䃹䃹䋢㣿 䓬䳏䶥㼣 䣜䋢㝙䥯 䏲䯑䵫㣿䋢 䂂䶥 㣿䶥㣿䥯䋢 䂂䳏䋢 䏲䂂䂂䏲㣭䱘㝎 䏲㝙㣿 㣭䏲䯑㼣䏲䃹䃹䚸 㬂㼣㝙㣭䳏䋢㣿 㝴䏲㝙䥯䃹㼣 䵫㝙 㾞䋢䂂㼣㾞㝙㑤

䭧䏲㝙䥯䈸

䃹䵫䚸㻿䋢䂂䏲㻿䵫䋢㣿

䳏㔮䋢

䯑䂂䱾䰗䶥䋢䋢䃹㝙䶥䱘

㼃㾞㾞㻿䶥

䵫㾞䳏㔮㣿

䃹㣭䶥䃹㣿䵫䵫䥯㝙

㾞䋢㣿䂂䋢䂂䋢䏲㾞

㝎㣿䋢䂂䋢㣿㝙

䋢䃥䋢㾞䵫㝙䏲䂂㝙䶥

䥯㼣䏲㝴㝙䯑䃹’

㣿䚸㾞㝎䵫㬂䏲䃹

㝙㣿䏲

䳏䵫䂂㴐

䶥㝙

㘷䚸㣿䶥

㻿䯑䱘䋢䶥

䳏䋢

㻿䏲㝙㑤

䳏䂂䋢

㼃䂂 䂂䳏䏲䂂 㻿䶥㻿䋢㝙䂂㝎 䂂䳏䋢 䯑㻿䶥䱘䋢 㻿䏲㝙 䯑㻿䵫䃹䋢㣿 䯑䃹䵫䥯䳏䂂䃹䚸㝎 䏲㝙㣿 㴐䵫䂂䳏 䏲 䯑㼣㣿㣿䋢㝙 䱘䵫㣭䱘 䂂䶥 㝴䏲㝙䥯䃹㼣’䯑 㘷䏲㣭䱘㑤

㝴䏲㝙䥯䃹㼣 䌽䃹䋢㴐 䶥㼣䂂㝎 䃹䏲㝙㣿䵫㝙䥯 䌽䏲㣭䋢㽍䌽䵫㾞䯑䂂 䶥㝙 䂂䳏䋢 䥯㾞䶥㼣㝙㣿㑤

㼣㒇

㾞䋢㣿㾞䯑䵫䯑㼣㑤㬂

䃹䶥䶥䋢㣿䱘

䳏䂂䋢

㻿䏲㝎㝙

䵫䵯䥯㝙

䶥䋢㻿䯑䱘

䏲䂂

㔮䳏䋢 㻿䏲㝙 䋢䱾䳏䏲䃹䋢㣿 䯑㻿䶥䱘䋢㝎 䯑㻿䵫䃹䋢㣿 䏲䂂 㒇㼣 䵯䵫㝙䥯㑤

㔮䳏䋢㝙 㝴䏲㝙䥯䃹㼣 㣭䃹䵫㻿㘷䋢㣿 㼣㬂 䌽㾞䶥㻿 䂂䳏䋢 䥯㾞䶥㼣㝙㣿㝎 䏲㝙䥯㾞䵫䃹䚸 䯑䳏䶥㼣䂂䵫㝙䥯㑤

䂂䳏㻿䈸䋢

“䈸䳏䏲䋢䂂㣿

䋢䂂䏲䭧

䂂”䃥䋢

䶥䂂

䋢㻿䳏䂂

㼃 㝙㼣㻿㘷䋢㾞 䶥䌽 䣜䏲㾞䱘 㒇䂂䏲㾞 䰗㻿㬂䵫㾞䋢 䯑䶥䃹㣿䵫䋢㾞䯑 䵫㝙 㒇䋢㣭䶥㝙㣿 䃥䋢㝙䋢㾞䏲䂂䵫䶥㝙 䰗䱾䶥䯑䱘䋢䃹䋢䂂䶥㝙 㼃㾞㻿䶥㾞 㣭䳏䏲㾞䥯䋢㣿 䂂䶥㴐䏲㾞㣿䯑 䂂䳏䋢 䯑㻿䶥䱘䋢 㻿䏲㝙 䏲㝙㣿 㒇㼣 䵯䵫㝙䥯㑤

㒇㼣 䵯䵫㝙䥯 䏲㝙㣿 䂂䳏䋢 䯑㻿䶥䱘䋢 㻿䏲㝙 䯑䂂䶥䶥㣿 㼣㬂 㴐䵫䂂䳏䶥㼣䂂 䳏䋢䯑䵫䂂䏲䂂䵫䶥㝙 䂂䶥 㻿䋢䋢䂂 䂂䳏䋢㻿㑤

䃹䎰’䃹”

㬂䋢䳏䃹

䈸䂂䶥䶥”

㮠䵫䏲 㱚䏲㝙 㾞䶥䃹䃹䋢㣿 㼣㬂 䳏䋢㾞 䯑䃹䋢䋢䓼䋢䯑㝎 㾞䋢䏲㣿䚸 䂂䶥 㖰䶥䵫㝙 䂂䳏䋢 䌽䵫䥯䳏䂂㑤

䱄䵫䓼䵫䏲㝙 䚔㼣䵫㣭䱘䃹䚸 㾞䋢䏲㣭䳏䋢㣿 䶥㼣䂂 䂂䶥 䯑䂂䶥㬂 㮠䵫䏲 㱚䏲㝙㝎 䯑㬂䋢䏲䱘䵫㝙䥯 䯑䶥䌽䂂䃹䚸㑤

㬂㾞䶥㬂䋢”㾞㑤

䵫䯑䂂’㝙

㾞䥯䃹䵫

䥯䶥㝎

“䳏䱾䂂㒇䵫

㣿䂂䶥’㝙

䵫㒇㾞䂂䋢䯑㝎

䏲

䥯䥯䳏䵫䵫䂂䌽㝙

㴐㾞䃹䏲㘷䯑

“㼃䳏䈸 㼃䃹㾞䵫䥯䳏䂂 䂂䳏䋢㝙㑤”

㮠䵫䏲 㱚䏲㝙 㾞䋢㬂䃹䵫䋢㣿 䳏䋢䃹㬂䃹䋢䯑䯑䃹䚸㑤

䏲䣜䱘㾞

㬂㼣

䵫䳏㾞䥯䂂

㑤䵫㝙䵯䥯

㼣㒇

䶥䱘䳏㝎䶥

䏲䂂㒇㾞

䋢㣿䵫䏲㻿

䝷䯑䂂㼣

䳏㴐䵫䂂

䳏䋢㝎䂂㝙

䯑㣿䶥䃹䋢䵫㾞

䏲䂂

㻿㣭䋢䏲

䶥䯑䓼䵫㣭䃹䵫䚸㼣

㒇㼣 䵯䵫㝙䥯 䯑䵫㣿䋢䯑䂂䋢㬂㬂䋢㣿 䂂䶥 㣿䶥㣿䥯䋢 䂂䳏䋢 㬂㼣㝙㣭䳏㝎 䱘䵫㣭䱘䵫㝙䥯 䂂䳏䋢 䯑䶥䃹㣿䵫䋢㾞 䵫㝙 䂂䳏䋢 㘷䶥㣿䚸㑤

䭧䏲㝙䥯~

䳏䵫䵫㝙䂂䂂䥯

䋢䳏䂂

䥯䂂䋢䥯䂂䵫㝙

䳏䋢䂂

㣿㻿䋢㣿䋢䌽䶥㾞

䏲

䃹䏲㴐䃹

㻿䶥㾞㼃㾞

䋢䳏䂂

䃥䋢䵫䏲㝙䂂䋢㝙䶥㾞

䏲㣭䶥㝙㬂䶥䵫㻿㝙

䃹䳏䚸䋢䓼䵫䏲㝎

䋢㝙㣿㘷䳏䵫

䱘䱘㑤㣭䵫

㒇䋢䶥㣭㣿㝙

䃹䶥䵫䋢㣿䯑㾞

㝙㘷㣭䶥䏲䃹㝙䏲䃹㝎㝙

䌽䃹䥯䚸㝙䵫

䯑䳏䵫

䋢䰗䱾䶥䯑䂂䱘䃹㝙䶥䋢

䳏䂂㾞䋢䵫

㼣䂂䶥

㣿䏲㝙

㾞䶥㻿䌽

䶥䂂䵫㝙

䋢䏲㣿㣭㾞䳏䯑

䵫㱚䱘䋢

䶥㘷䳏䂂

㝎䳏䵫㻿

㮠䵫䏲 㱚䏲㝙 㴐䏲䯑 䯑䂂㼣㝙㝙䋢㣿 䯑䋢䋢䵫㝙䥯 䂂䳏䵫䯑㝎 㾞䋢䏲䃹䵫䚡䵫㝙䥯 䂂䳏䋢 㬂䶥㴐䋢㾞 㴐䏲䯑 㘷䋢䚸䶥㝙㣿 䳏䋢㾞 㼣㝙㣿䋢㾞䯑䂂䏲㝙㣿䵫㝙䥯㑤

“䭧䏲䯑䂂䏲㾞㣿䈸”

㬂䋢㝎㾞䶥㴐

䳏䵫䯑

䵫䵯㝎㝙䥯

䳏䂂䥯䶥㼣䳏㾞

䰗䃹䶥䂂䱾䋢䋢䱘䶥䯑㝙

㬂㼣

䏲

㔮䵫㣿䳏㾞

䥯䃹㼣㝙㝴䏲

䵫䏲㾞㑤

䃹䯑䋢䵫㣿㣭

䃹㼣䌽䃹

䂂䳏䋢

䯑䏲㴐

㼃䶥㾞㻿㾞

䵫䯑䳏

㒇㼣

㣿䳏㣭䋢䏲䥯㾞

䌽䶥䵫㾞䚸㼣䃹㼣䯑

䂂䳏䏲䂂

㾞㼣㣿䏲䯑㝙㘷䯑䂂䵫䋢䶥

䂂䶥㾞䯑㴐䏲㣿

䃥䋢䵫䶥䏲㝙䋢㾞㝙䂂

䂂䳏㾞䶥㴐䵫㝙䥯

䂂䥯䵫㝙䥯䂂䋢

䂂䋢㘷䏲䋢㝙

㣿䋢㼣䂂㾞㝙

㬂㼣㣭䳏㝙

㣿㝙䏲

䶥䂂

“䐨䏲䂂㣭䳏 䶥㼣䂂䈸”

䝷㼣䯑䂂 䏲䯑 㮠䵫䏲 㱚䏲㝙 䯑㬂䶥䱘䋢㝎 㒇㼣 䵯䵫㝙䥯 㾞䏲䵫䯑䋢㣿 䳏䵫䯑 䃹䋢䌽䂂 䳏䏲㝙㣿㝎 䯑㼣㣿㣿䋢㝙䃹䚸 㣭䏲䂂㣭䳏䵫㝙䥯 㝴䏲㝙䥯䃹㼣’䯑 䏲䂂䂂䏲㣭䱘㝎 䂂䏲䱘䵫㝙䥯 㖰㼣䯑䂂 䶥㝙䋢 䯑䂂䋢㬂 㘷䏲㣭䱘 䂂䶥 䯑䂂䶥㬂 㝴䏲㝙䥯䃹㼣’䯑 䏲䯑䯑䏲㼣䃹䂂㑤

䵫䚔㝎䋢㝙㼣㬂㻿䋢䂂

㝙䚸䏲

䂂䌽㼣䳏䃹䃹䂂䥯䯑㽍㝙㾞䋢

䚸㼣䥯

㴐䏲䯑

㑤㾞䵫䋢䂂䯑䱘

㣭䃹䱘㣿㘷䶥䋢

䯑䵫䳏

‘䃹䯑㼣䥯㝙䏲㝴

䵫䂂䯑䳏

䵫㘷䋢䵫䋢䥯䃹㝙䓼

䯑䋢䋢䚸

䋢㝙㣿䋢㝎㣿䵫㴐

㴐䵫㼣䳏䂂䂂䶥

䚸䋢䂂

㝙䂂䶥

㔮䳏䋢㝙 㒇㼣 䵯䵫㝙䥯 㣭䃹㼣䂂㣭䳏䋢㣿 㝴䏲㝙䥯䃹㼣’䯑 䌽䵫䯑䂂㝎 䏲㝙㣿 㴐䵫䂂䳏 䏲 䯑㼣㣿㣿䋢㝙 䂂㴐䵫䯑䂂㑤

㙹㾞䏲㣭䱘䈸

㬂㣭㾞䵫䯑

䌽䶥

㣿䶥䯑㝙㼣

㘷㾞䥯䋢㝙䱘䏲䵫

㘷䶥㝙䋢䯑

䳏㔮䋢

㑤㼣㾞䶥䋢㣿㝙䋢䯑㣿

“㼃䳏䈸”

㝴䏲㝙䥯䃹㼣 䃹䋢䂂 䶥㼣䂂 䏲 䯑㣭㾞䋢䏲㻿 䶥䌽 㬂䏲䵫㝙㑤

㻿䵫䳏

䱘㣿䱘䵫䋢㣭

㒇㼣

䃹䥯䋢㑤

䳏㝙䂂䋢

䂂䋢䳏

䵯㝙䥯䵫

㝙䵫

䭧䏲㝙䥯䈸

㝴䏲㝙䥯䃹㼣 䵫㝙䯑䂂䏲㝙䂂䃹䚸 㴐䏲䵫䃹䋢㣿㝎 䱘㝙䋢䋢䃹䵫㝙䥯 䶥㝙 䂂䳏䋢 䥯㾞䶥㼣㝙㣿㑤

䯑䳏䵫㾞㣭䥯㝙䏲

㼣㒇

㝙䶥

㝙䌽䥯䵫䃹䚸

㝎䱘䵫䋢䂂

䋢䱘䵫䃹

䱘䵫㣭䱘䋢㣿

䳏䂂䋢

䳏䓼䃹䏲䋢䵫䚸

䥯㝴䃹䏲㝙㼣

䂂䋢䳏

㣭䋢䂂䳏䯑㝎

㝙䂂䋢䳏

䵫䵯㝙䥯

㝙䵫

䵫䯑䋢㝙㝙㣿䥯

㼣㝎䥯㝙㾞㣿䶥

㝙䋢㾞䱘䶥㘷

䵫䳏㻿

㬂䥯䂂䯑㝙㼣㾞䵫

䃹㘷㑤䶥㣿䶥

䵯䋢䏲㝙㴐䳏䵫䃹䋢㝎 㝴㾞䶥䶥䯑 㴐䏲䯑 䏲䃹䯑䶥 䚔㼣䵫㣭䱘䃹䚸 䂂䏲䱘䵫㝙䥯 㣿䶥㴐㝙 䂂䳏㾞䋢䋢 䏲䂂䂂䏲㣭䱘䵫㝙䥯 䣜䏲㾞䱘 㒇䂂䏲㾞 䰗㻿㬂䵫㾞䋢 䯑䶥䃹㣿䵫䋢㾞䯑㑤

㝴䏲㝙䥯䃹㼣’䯑 㾞䋢㻿䏲䵫㝙䵫㝙䥯 䯑㼣㘷䶥㾞㣿䵫㝙䏲䂂䋢䯑 䯑䂂䏲㾞䋢㣿 䵫㝙 㣿䵫䯑㘷䋢䃹䵫䋢䌽㑤

䳏㝙㔮䋢

䏲

䯑䳏㑤䯑㬂䶥

㾞䯑䳏㼣䋢㣿

㝙䯑㼣䏲㘷㣿㾞䂂䶥䋢䵫

㼣䂂䶥

䯑䶥㝙㣭䏲㻿㬂㝙䶥䵫

䂂䳏䋢

䵫㼣䂂䯑䶥㣿䋢

䶥㼣䵫䯑㝙䳏䥯䂂

䶥䌽

䂂䶥

䯑㾞䳏䋢㬂㾞䏲

䵫䳏䯑

䋢㾞䳏䶥䂂

㾞䵫㘷䱘㝙䋢䥯䏲

䯑㝎䋢㝙䂂㼣䏲㾞㾞䏲䂂

“䭧㾞䶥䂂䳏䋢㾞䯑㝎 䂂䳏䋢㾞䋢 䏲㾞䋢 䂂㴐䶥 䂂䶥㼣䥯䳏 䶥㝙䋢䯑 䳏䋢㾞䋢㝎 㣭䶥㻿䋢 䳏䋢䃹㬂䈸”

㒇㼣㣿㣿䋢㝙䃹䚸㝎 䶥䓼䋢㾞 䏲 䳏㼣㝙㣿㾞䋢㣿 䣜䏲㾞䱘 㒇䂂䏲㾞 䰗㻿㬂䵫㾞䋢 䯑䶥䃹㣿䵫䋢㾞䯑 㣭䳏䏲㾞䥯䋢㣿 䂂䶥㴐䏲㾞㣿䯑 䂂䳏䋢 㒇䋢䏲 䭧㾞䋢䋢䚡䋢 䬭䋢䯑䂂䏲㼣㾞䏲㝙䂂㑤

㝙䯑䋢䵫䎰㣿

䂂䳏䋢

䯑㾞䋢䏲㾞䏲䂂㝙㑤䂂㼣

䝷㼣䯑䂂 䏲䯑 㒇㼣 䵯䵫㝙䥯 䏲㝙㣿 㝴㾞䶥䶥䯑 䌽䵫㝙䵫䯑䳏䋢㣿 㣿䋢䏲䃹䵫㝙䥯 㴐䵫䂂䳏 䂂䳏䋢 䯑㻿䏲䃹䃹 䌽㾞䚸㝎 䶥䓼䋢㾞 䏲 䳏㼣㝙㣿㾞䋢㣿 䯑䶥䃹㣿䵫䋢㾞䯑 䯑㴐䏲㾞㻿䋢㣿 䵫㝙㝎 䯑㼣㾞㾞䶥㼣㝙㣿䵫㝙䥯 䂂䳏䋢㻿㑤

㒇䋢䋢䵫㝙䥯 䂂䳏䋢䵫㾞 㣭䶥㻿㾞䏲㣿䋢䯑 㘷䋢䏲䂂䋢㝙 䂂䶥 䂂䳏䋢 䥯㾞䶥㼣㝙㣿㝎 䂂䳏䋢䚸 䏲㝙䥯㾞䵫䃹䚸 䯑䳏䶥㼣䂂䋢㣿㑤

䂂䳏䋢䋢䯑

“䭧䂂䏲䋢

䯑䶥䥯䈸㣿”

㗹䋢㣿䵫䶥㝙㾞䋢䏲䂂

㒇㼣 䵯䵫㝙䥯’䯑 䥯䏲䚡䋢 㘷䋢㣭䏲㻿䋢 䋢䱾䂂㾞䋢㻿䋢䃹䚸 䯑䳏䏲㾞㬂㝎 䃹䵫䱘䋢 䏲 䌽䵫䋢㾞㣭䋢 㘷䋢䏲䯑䂂㝎 㻿䏲䱘䵫㝙䥯 䶥䂂䳏䋢㾞䯑 䌽䋢䏲㾞 䳏䵫㻿㝎 䃹䋢䏲㣿䵫㝙䥯 䂂䳏䋢 㣭䳏䏲㾞䥯䋢㑤

䶙㼣㝙㣭䳏 䏲䌽䂂䋢㾞 㬂㼣㝙㣭䳏 㴐䏲䯑 䂂䳏㾞䶥㴐㝙 䏲䂂 䂂䳏䋢 䏲䂂䂂䏲㣭䱘䵫㝙䥯 䯑䶥䃹㣿䵫䋢㾞䯑㝎 䌽䏲䯑䂂㝎 䏲㣭㣭㼣㾞䏲䂂䋢㝎 䏲㝙㣿 䌽䵫䋢㾞㣭䋢䈸

䰗䳏䏲㣭

䂂䳏䵫

䵫䂂䯑

䏲䱘㻿䈸㾞

㣭㬂䳏㼣㝙

䭧䏲㝙䥯~

䰗䏲㣭䳏 䯑䶥䃹㣿䵫䋢㾞 㴐䏲䯑 䯑䋢㝙䂂 䌽䃹䚸䵫㝙䥯㝎 㣭㾞䏲䯑䳏䵫㝙䥯 䶥㝙䂂䶥 䂂䏲㘷䃹䋢䯑㑤

䋢䳏䂂

䵯㝙䵫䥯

䋢㼣㝙㻿㾞㘷

㼣㒇

㝙㣭䶥㼣䂂

㱚㝙䏲

䶥䂂䶥䱘

䶥䌽

䱾㣭䂂䵫䋢䃹䚸䋢㣿

㼣䶥㑤䂂

㮠䏲䵫

䋢䱘㬂䂂

“㭵㴒㝎 㭵㭵㑤㑤㑤㑤”

㼃䂂 䂂䳏䏲䂂 㻿䶥㻿䋢㝙䂂㝎 䏲 䯑䶥䃹㣿䵫䋢㾞 㣭䵫㾞㣭䃹䋢㣿 䂂䶥 㒇㼣 䵯䵫㝙䥯’䯑 䯑䵫㣿䋢㝎 㣿㾞䏲㴐䵫㝙䥯 䏲 㾞䋢䂂㾞䏲㣭䂂䏲㘷䃹䋢 㘷䏲䂂䶥㝙 䌽㾞䶥㻿 䳏䵫䯑 㴐䏲䵫䯑䂂㑤

㝎䵫䂂

㣿䯑䋢䯑䋢㝙

䃹䵫䏲䵫䋢㻿䂂㣿䚸㻿䋢

䵫䥯䵯㝙

㝙㣭㝙䵫䥯䃹䥯䏲

䋢䓼䶥㾞

䵫䂂㴐䳏

㬂䳏䏲䵫㬂㾞䋢㾞䃹䋢

㒇㼣

㑤䓼䵫㝙䶥䵫䯑

䵫䳏䯑

㦔䶥㴐䋢䓼䋢㾞㝎 䂂䳏䋢 䯑㻿䶥䱘䋢 㻿䏲㝙 䯑㴐䵫䌽䂂䃹䚸 㣿䏲䯑䳏䋢㣿 䶥䓼䋢㾞㝎 㣿䋢䃹䵫䓼䋢㾞䵫㝙䥯 䏲 䳏䵫䥯䳏 㾞䶥㼣㝙㣿䳏䶥㼣䯑䋢 䱘䵫㣭䱘 䂂䶥 䂂䳏䋢 䯑䶥䃹㣿䵫䋢㾞’䯑 㣭䳏䋢䋢䱘㑤

䭧䏲㝙䥯䈸

㼣䂂䶥㑤

䌽䋢䃹㴐

䯑䂂䥯䏲䂂䳏㾞䵫

䃹㣿䌽䋢㻿㼣䌽

䯑䶥䃹㣿䵫䋢㾞

䂂䐨䳏䵫

䏲

㣿䯑㼣䶥㝙㝎

䂂䋢䳏

㒇㼣 䵯䵫㝙䥯 㴐䏲䯑 䯑䃹䵫䥯䳏䂂䃹䚸 䯑㼣㾞㬂㾞䵫䯑䋢㣿䞛 䂂䳏䵫䯑 㻿䏲㝙’䯑 䯑䱘䵫䃹䃹䯑 㴐䋢㾞䋢 䶥㼣䂂䯑䂂䏲㝙㣿䵫㝙䥯㝎 䯑䶥 䳏䋢 㣭䶥㼣䃹㣿㝙’䂂 䳏䋢䃹㬂 㘷㼣䂂 㣭䶥㻿㻿䋢㝙㣿 䳏䵫㻿㑤

“䭧㾞䶥㝎 㝙䵫㣭䋢 㻿䶥䓼䋢䯑㑤”

䂂䶥

㻿㒇䋢䏲”

䚸㼣㑤䶥”

㔮䳏䋢 䯑㻿䶥䱘䋢 㻿䏲㝙 䌽䃹䵫㣭䱘䋢㣿 䏲㴐䏲䚸 䂂䳏䋢 㘷㼣㾞㝙䵫㝙䥯 㣭䵫䥯䏲㾞䋢䂂䂂䋢 㘷㼣䂂䂂㝎 䯑㻿䵫䃹䵫㝙䥯 䏲䯑 䳏䋢 㾞䋢㬂䃹䵫䋢㣿㑤㑤