Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong Chapter 2743: 1506: Devious Schemes and Shifting Clouds
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The abrupt arrow barrage unleashed by the City Guard Soldiers caught our mighty warriors off guard, leaving them unable to respond as the bolts poured down like a raging downpour, slamming violently into the Barrier Wall.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
With the heavy thuds of arrows smashing against the Barrier Wall, coupled with the nonstop assaults from the fakes “Crisis” and “Fanny,” our invincible defense shield started cracking apart, wobbling right on the verge of shattering completely.
Remember, at least thousands of Tier 4 City Guard Soldiers were there, backed by plenty of Tier 5 and Tier 6 commanders, giving them overwhelming battle strength overall.
For an instant, even the key supporters of the shield's power—Leo Ray, Moli, and Sheila—sensed a massive drain on their mana, their complexions growing ashen, while the rest of our powerful allies looked utterly drained and ghostly white.
“You missed, the enemy is over there! Those guys are the impostors!”
Moli clenched her teeth and jabbed a finger toward “Crisis” and the others, yelling out, obviously believing the City Guard Soldiers had targeted the wrong side.
Yet, the reply was just a thicker volley of arrows raining down, as the City Guard Soldiers and “Crisis” wore identical cruel, malicious grins.
Witnessing this, right when the persistent Moli prepared to shout once more, Leo Ray halted her with a quick hand gesture.
“It’s useless, their target is us.”
Sweat beaded on Leo Ray’s brow as he told Moli, “Can you activate space teleportation right now? First thing, we need to escape this dangerous spot.”
“Leave it to me!”
Though puzzlement still churned in her mind, Moli responded fast and gave a firm nod.
She clutched her Magic Wand firmly, and through a steady incantation, a dim gray veil ascended around the group, swiftly covering all of us, before we vanished from sight.
Upon this sight, “Crisis” and the dwarf elf leader general traded sly glances, then split off to launch their deadly hunt.
In a secluded nook beyond a Warehouse near the Fortress’s training area, space twisted faintly and unnoticed, serving as the temporary hideout for Leo Ray and his companions.
Sheltered by Xiao Jing’s “Lord’s Serenity,” our team hid securely in a dimensional gap, shielded from discovery for the moment.
“Human kid, what exactly is happening here?”
After swallowing a healing Magic Medicine, Moli voiced her bewilderment, “Were those City Guard Soldiers perhaps controlled by that Divine Stone General?”
“No, they’re likely working together on purpose.”
Leo Ray creased his brow sharply and shook his head, “Recall, earlier on the City Wall, the City Guard Soldiers seemed utterly worn out, but when they switched to hitting us, they displayed zero exhaustion.”
“Yes, it’s truly strange—those City Guard Soldiers were panting heavily before, but that intense barrage couldn’t have come from troops so tired!”
Moli widened her sparkling eyes in shock, “But that doesn’t add up; the City Guard Soldiers had just fended off ‘Corrosion’s’ assault—how did they regain their strength so quickly?”
“Consider this: from the instant we teleported into this Fortress, we only caught the boom of Magic Cannons and the shouts of battle, but never saw ‘Corrosion’s’ offensive firsthand.”
Leo Ray dabbed the perspiration from his forehead and answered, “By the time we reached the City Wall, the fight was already done.”
“Right, not even a trace of ‘Corrosion’ was visible.”
Moli lightly rubbed her smooth chin, nodding thoughtfully, “Plus, as you questioned back then, if the Fortress was really about to fall, ‘Corrosion’ wouldn’t have just halted the push out of nowhere.”
“Was the victory against ‘Corrosion’s’ assault, along with the display of weary troops collapsed everywhere, all faked by the dwarf elf general and City Guard Soldiers just for our eyes? Did a ‘Corrosion’ Grand Army ever actually assault the Fortress?”
Moli’s growing astonishment filled her face with doubt, “If that’s the case, it perfectly explains why those City Guard Soldiers suddenly surged with energy—because the whole thing was a setup for us!”
As Leo Ray and Moli arrived at this realization, the surrounding allies and mighty fighters traded looks, comprehension lighting up their features.
The Lord’s insight holds; it’s the clearest explanation, and all the more terrifying when you dig deeper.
The foes’ goal was clear—to strike when we let our guard down, wiping us out for good!
“That’s exactly my point. And don’t overlook that the news of the Fortress in peril came straight from the Parasite Divine Stone General.”
Leo Ray backed Moli’s conclusion, adding, “I’m convinced the Parasite General and the City Guard Soldiers planned it all ahead, simulating the noises and turbulent energy surges to mimic ‘Corrosion’s’ raid on the Fortress. That’s a major factor in why I think the City Guard Soldiers and the fakes are in league.”
“The Lord speaks wisely; no surprise the subordinate didn’t recognize the dwarf elf general—I’ve met almost every dwarf elf general around here in the last few days.”
Broy, being a dwarf elf himself, bobbed his head strongly in agreement.
虜
魯
盧
㷂㙍㹤㹤
㨹㷂䄻䍦㤗䴄㹤㣐㔝
㢂䃂䬌㿫
䟉䰤㔝㿘㟠䔈䍦
㢂㿫㹤㽃㣐㔝
㧌㤗䟉䄻䴄㿘㿘㷂䣦䳵䰤
䟉㔝㙰’㿫㢂
蘆
䃂䍦䃂
爐
㹤䴄䢄䰤㽃
露
䴄
䍦㹤䃂㔝
䃂㔝㷂䣦䍦䍦䰤㹤
㔝䰤㹤䣦䴄䃂㿘
㹤㟠䣦
㷂䴄䃂
㛒㔝
䴄㹤䰤㿫
㟠䣦䍦䔈㢂㔝㹤䄻㿫㹤
㟠㹤㹤䃂㽃䴄㿫
老
㟠䣦㹤
㨹䍦䅷䣦㟠
䴄
㢂䰤
㷂㢂䔈䢄
䪇䣦䴄㹤
㹤㟠㧌㿘㢂㔝㹤㿫
㹤䣦
䂮㔝䃂㧌㽃㹤㽃㹤
盧
䍦㹤㿘䍦㷂㷂㨹㨹㿫
擄
魯
㷂㟠㢂
㙍䟉
㹤䣦
㔝䴄㿫㽃㢂㔝
㟠㢂
䔈㢂㿘㿘䴄
䣦㟠㢂㿫㹤
㿫㽃䴄㟠㹤
“㛒㷂䃂 㟠䣦㹤䍦㿫 㣐㧌㿫㣐㢂㔝㹤 䍦㷂 䃂㢂䍦㷂㨹 㟠䣦䍦㔝 䍦㔝 䳺㧌䍦㟠㹤 㔝䍦䅷㣐㿘㹤㘂 㟠㢂 䃂䍦㔝㣐㹤㿫㔝㹤 㢂㧌㿫 䰤㢂㿫㽃㹤㔝䢄 㛒㷂䃂 㟠䣦㹤䟉 䣦䴄䪇㹤 䍦㷂䃂㹤㹤䃂 䴄㽃䣦䍦㹤䪇㹤䃂 㟠䣦䴄㟠䢄 䳵䣦㢂㔝㹤 䍦䅷㣐㢂㔝㟠㢂㿫㔝 䴄㿫㹤 㽃㹤㿫㟠䴄䍦㷂㿘䟉 㷂㢂㟠 㔝㢂䅷㹤㟠䣦䍦㷂㨹 㟠䣦䴄㟠 㽃㢂㧌㿘䃂 㙍㹤 䃂䍦㔝㨹㧌䍦㔝㹤䃂 䍦㷂 䴄 㔝䣦㢂㿫㟠 㟠䍦䅷㹤䄻 䔈䣦䍦㽃䣦 䅷㧌㔝㟠 䣦䴄䪇㹤 㙍㹤㹤㷂 㣐䴄㿫㟠 㢂䰤 㟠䣦㹤䍦㿫 㣐㿘䴄㷂䢄”
䬌㹤㢂 䙓䴄䟉 㟠㢂㢂㤗 䴄 䃂㹤㹤㣐 㙍㿫㹤䴄㟠䣦 㔝㿘㢂䔈㿘䟉䄻 䣦䍦㔝 㹤䡗㣐㿫㹤㔝㔝䍦㢂㷂 㙍㹤㽃㢂䅷䍦㷂㨹 䍦㷂㽃㿫㹤䴄㔝䍦㷂㨹㿘䟉 㔝㟠㹤㿫㷂䢄
䙏
䄻䴄䃂㙍
䴄䔈㔝
㢂䰤
㹤㙍䍦㷂㨹㢂㽃䅷
䙏
䣦㢂䣦㟠㧌㟠㨹
䣦㟠㹤
㹔䴄㹤㟠㔝㿫䍦䴄
䔈㔝䴄
㷂䍦䪇䍦䥦㹤
㹤㹤㤃㷂㿫䴄㿘
㷂㟠㹤䄻㼇㢂
㹤㟠䣦
䣦㟠㹤
䣦䍦㟠㔝
䍦㟠㣐
䣦䴄㟠㟠
㿫㿫䫍䟉䄻㧌
㹤䴄㿘㿫䴄䃂䟉
䴄
㣐㢂䢄㔝㿫䟉㽃㷂䴄㽃䍦
㟠㟠䣦䴄
䰤㢂
㹤㹤㿫䟉䅷㟠䡗㿘㹤
䍦㷂㿫㹤㹤㟠
㟠䣦㹤
㹤㷂㔝’䅷㹤䟉
㙍㽃㨹㹤䍦㹤㿫
㷂䍦㿘䍦㿫䴄㲳䄻㿘䟉㨹
㧌㙍㟠
㹤㟠䣦
㹤㹤䴄䍦㿫䗍㿘
㟠䔈䣦䍦
㷂䃂’䃂䍦㟠
㟠㧌䝔㔝
㟠䴄䣦㟠
䰤㽃䴄㟠
“㛒㿘㟠䣦㢂㧌㨹䣦 䙏 㔝㧌㔝㣐㹤㽃㟠㹤䃂 䴄㟠 㟠䣦㹤 㙍㹤㨹䍦㷂㷂䍦㷂㨹 㟠䣦䴄㟠 㟠䣦㹤 㹤㷂㹤䅷䟉’㔝 䍦㷂㟠㹤㷂㟠䍦㢂㷂 䔈䴄㔝 㟠㢂 䃂䍦㔝㣐㹤㿫㔝㹤 㢂㧌㿫 䰤㢂㿫㽃㹤㔝䄻 䙏 㽃㢂㧌㿘䃂 㷂㢂㟠 䣦䴄䪇㹤 䍦䅷䴄㨹䍦㷂㹤䃂 㟠䣦䴄㟠 㟠䣦㢂㔝㹤 㽃䍦㟠䟉 㨹㧌䴄㿫䃂 㔝㢂㿘䃂䍦㹤㿫㔝䄻 㢂㿫 㹤䪇㹤㷂 㟠䣦㹤 㔝㢂㛫㽃䴄㿘㿘㹤䃂 ‘䫍㢂㿫㿫㢂㔝䍦㢂㷂’ 䴄㟠㟠䴄㽃㤗䍦㷂㨹 㟠䣦㹤 䲥㢂㿫㟠㿫㹤㔝㔝䄻 䔈㹤㿫㹤 䴄㿘㿘 㹤㿘䴄㙍㢂㿫䴄㟠㹤 䍦㿘㿘㧌㔝䍦㢂㷂㔝 㽃㿫㹤䴄㟠㹤䃂 㙍䟉 㟠䣦㹤 㹤㷂㹤䅷䟉䢄”
䬰䣦䍦㿘㹤 䬌㹤㢂 䙓䴄䟉 䔈䴄㔝 㽃㢂㷂㟠㹤䅷㣐㿘䴄㟠䍦㷂㨹 㟠䣦䍦㔝䄻 㔝䳺㧌䴄䃂㔝 㢂䰤 䰤㹤㿫㢂㽃䍦㢂㧌㔝㛫㿘㢂㢂㤗䍦㷂㨹 㽃䍦㟠䟉 㨹㧌䴄㿫䃂 㔝㢂㿘䃂䍦㹤㿫㔝 㔝㹤䴄㿫㽃䣦䍦㷂㨹 㟠䣦㹤 䴄㿫㹤䴄 䣦䴄䃂 䴄㿘㿫㹤䴄䃂䟉 䴄㣐㣐㹤䴄㿫㹤䃂 㷂㹤䴄㿫 㟠䣦㹤 䬰䴄㿫㹤䣦㢂㧌㔝㹤 䍦㷂 㟠䣦㹤 㔝㣐䴄㽃㹤 㽃㿫㹤䪇䍦㽃㹤䄻 㿘㹤䃂 㙍䟉 㟠䣦㢂㔝㹤 䪇㹤㿫䟉 䍦䅷㣐㢂㔝㟠㢂㿫㔝䄻 䔈䣦䍦㽃䣦 䰤㧌㿫㟠䣦㹤㿫 㽃㢂㷂䰤䍦㿫䅷㹤䃂 㟠䣦㹤 㨹㿫㢂㧌㣐’㔝 㔝㧌㔝㣐䍦㽃䍦㢂㷂㔝䢄
㢂䣦䔈
䴄㟠䣦㟠
㷂㢂㟠
“㿫䢄㹤㹤䣦
䴄䅷㷂”㧌䑃
㧌䍦䍦㹤㔝䃂㨹㔝䃂
㹤㔝’㟠㿘
㢂䰤㿫
㔝㔝㧌䍦㹤
䴄㷂䃂
㙍㧌㟠
䟉㙍䄻㢂
㔝䴄
䅷㹤㟠㿘䣦䪇㔝㹤㔝㹤
㿫㔝㔝䍦䫍䍦
㣐㹤䟉㟠㿘㹤㿫㽃䰤
㷂㽃㟠䴄㢂㷂
㧌㽃㔝㔝䃂䍦㔝
㷂㢂䔈
䣦㟠㹤㔝㹤㿫’
㹤㙍
㔝㢂㢂䅷㣐㿫㔝䍦㟠
㔝䄻㿫㹤㟠㢂䣦
㢂䣦㟠㔝㹤
㟠㔝㿘㿘䍦
㧌㨹㹤䣦
䴄
㹤㷂䡗㣐㹤㿘䍦䴄䃂
䌜㢂㿘䍦 㹤䪇䍦䃂㹤㷂㟠㿘䟉 㷂㢂㟠䍦㽃㹤䃂 㟠䣦㹤 㔝䍦㟠㧌䴄㟠䍦㢂㷂 㢂㧌㟠㔝䍦䃂㹤 䴄㔝 䔈㹤㿘㿘 䴄㷂䃂 䍦㷂㔝㟠䍦㷂㽃㟠䍦䪇㹤㿘䟉 㿘㢂䔈㹤㿫㹤䃂 䣦㹤㿫 䪇㢂䍦㽃㹤㘂 “䳵䣦䴄㟠 䍦㔝䄻 㟠䣦㹤 㣐㿫㹤䅷䍦㔝㹤 䰤㢂㿫 㟠䣦㹤䅷 䃂㢂䍦㷂㨹 䴄㿘㿘 㟠䣦䍦㔝 䅷㧌㔝㟠 㙍㹤 㟠䣦䴄㟠 㟠䣦㹤䟉 䣦䴄䪇㹤 䴄㿘㿫㹤䴄䃂䟉 㟠䴄㤗㹤㷂 䰤㧌㿘㿘 㽃㢂㷂㟠㿫㢂㿘 㢂䰤 㟠䣦㹤 㹤㷂㟠䍦㿫㹤 䙣㷂䃂㹤㿫㨹㿫㢂㧌㷂䃂 䲥㢂㿫㟠㿫㹤㔝㔝䄻 㙍㧌㟠 䣦㢂䔈 䍦㔝 㟠䣦䴄㟠 㣐㢂㔝㔝䍦㙍㿘㹤䤶 䬰䣦㹤㷂 㹤䡗䴄㽃㟠㿘䟉 䃂䍦䃂 㟠䣦㹤 㹤㷂㹤䅷䟉 㔝䍦㿘㹤㷂㟠㿘䟉 䴄㟠㟠䴄㽃㤗 䴄㷂䃂 㢂㽃㽃㧌㣐䟉 㟠䣦䍦㔝 㣐㿘䴄㽃㹤䤶”
䑃㹤䴄㿫䍦㷂㨹 䌜㢂㿘䍦’㔝 䔈㢂㿫䃂㔝䄻 㟠䣦㹤 㢂㟠䣦㹤㿫 㔝㟠㿫㢂㷂㨹䅷㹤㷂 㣐㿫㹤㔝㹤㷂㟠 䴄㿘㔝㢂 䰤㧌㿫㿫㢂䔈㹤䃂 㟠䣦㹤䍦㿫 㙍㿫㢂䔈㔝䄻 㿘㢂㢂㤗䍦㷂㨹 㣐㧌䗍䗍㿘㹤䃂 䴄㷂䃂 㣐㹤㿫㣐㿘㹤䡗㹤䃂䢄
㿫䙣㿫㢂㧌㷂㷂䃂䃂㨹㹤
䣦㟠㹤
䃂䴄㿫㨹㧌
㢂㨹䣦㧌䣦䳵㿫
䅷㿫䟉㹤㟠䡗㹤㹤㿘
䍦㟠䣦㨹㟠䄻
䰤㢂
㿫㹤㢂㔝䍦㷂䪇㙍㲳䴄㟠
㽃㢂㟠㷂㟠㽃䴄
䍦䫍䢄䟉㟠
䴄䔈㔝
㔝䣦㹤㟠㹤
㟠䣦㟠䴄
䪇㷂㹤㹤
䍦䣦㟠䔈
㽃㟠䟉䍦
㹤㷂㤗䔈
㟠䣦㹤
䰤㢂
䴄䴄䃂㿘㹤㿫䟉
㷂㹤䄻㿘㿫㨹㹤㔝䴄
䣦㟠㔝䍦
䟉䴄㔝䃂
㟠㿫㔝㔝㿫㢂䲥㹤
䬌㿫㢂䃂
䴄䃂㷂
㿫㹤㟠㢂䣦
㹤䪇㿫㢂㹤㷂㹤䟉
㿘㢂䃂
㔝㿫㧌㷂㔝㣐㔝㨹䍦䴄
䍦䫍䟉㟠
䰤㷂㹤㔝㹤䃂㹤
㵡㢂㟠 㢂㷂㿘䟉 䔈㹤㿫㹤 㟠䣦㹤㿫㹤 㔝㹤䪇㹤㿫䴄㿘 䳵䍦㹤㿫 䦍 䬌㹤㨹䍦㢂㷂 㢂䰤 䥦䔈䴄㿫䰤 䌓㿘䪇㹤㔝 䴄㷂䃂 䅷㢂㿫㹤 䳵䍦㹤㿫 㞚 䬌㹤㨹䍦㢂㷂㔝䄻 㙍㧌㟠 䴄㿘㔝㢂 㷂㧌䅷㹤㿫㢂㧌㔝 䑃㧌䅷䴄㷂 䫍㿘䴄㷂 㔝㢂㿘䃂䍦㹤㿫㔝 㽃㢂㷂㔝㟠䴄㷂㟠㿘䟉 㣐䴄㟠㿫㢂㿘㿘㹤䃂 㟠䣦㿫㢂㧌㨹䣦 㟠䣦㹤 䳵㹤㿘㹤㣐㢂㿫㟠䴄㟠䍦㢂㷂 㛒㿫㿫䴄䟉 䰤㿫㢂䅷 㲳㙍㔝㹤㿫䪇䴄㟠䍦㢂㷂 䫍䍦㟠䟉䄻 䴄㷂䃂 䴄㟠 㿘㹤䴄㔝㟠 㟠䔈㢂 㨹㹤㷂㹤㿫䴄㿘㔝 䔈䍦㟠䣦 㟠䣦㹤 䥦䍦䪇䍦㷂㹤 㼇㟠㢂㷂㹤 㤗㹤㣐㟠 䴄 䣦䍦㨹䣦 㿘㹤䪇㹤㿘 㢂䰤 䴄㿘㹤㿫㟠 䍦㷂 㟠䣦㹤 䲥㢂㿫㟠㿫㹤㔝㔝䢄 䌜㢂㿫㹤㢂䪇㹤㿫䄻 㟠䣦㹤㿫㹤 䔈㹤㿫㹤 㷂㧌䅷㹤㿫㢂㧌㔝 㛒㿘㽃䣦㹤䅷䟉 㹔㧌㣐㣐㹤㟠㔝 䍦䅷䅷㧌㷂㹤 㟠㢂 ‘䫍㢂㿫㿫㢂㔝䍦㢂㷂’䢄
䙣㷂䃂㹤㿫 㔝㧌㽃䣦 㽃䍦㿫㽃㧌䅷㔝㟠䴄㷂㽃㹤㔝䄻 㹤䪇㹤㷂 䍦䰤 ‘䫍㢂㿫㿫㢂㔝䍦㢂㷂’ 䣦䴄䃂 㹤䡗㟠㿫䴄㢂㿫䃂䍦㷂䴄㿫䟉 㽃䴄㣐䴄㙍䍦㿘䍦㟠䍦㹤㔝䄻 䍦㟠 䔈㢂㧌㿘䃂 䣦䴄䪇㹤 㙍㹤㹤㷂 䴄㿘䅷㢂㔝㟠 䍦䅷㣐㢂㔝㔝䍦㙍㿘㹤 䰤㢂㿫 㟠䣦㹤䅷 㟠㢂 㽃㢂㷂䳺㧌㹤㿫 㟠䣦㹤 䲥㢂㿫㟠㿫㹤㔝㔝 䔈䍦㟠䣦㢂㧌㟠 㧌㔝 㷂㢂㟠䍦㽃䍦㷂㨹 䴄㷂䃂 䳺㧌䍦㹤㟠㿘䟉 㿫㹤㣐㿘䴄㽃㹤 䴄㿘㿘 㟠䣦㹤 㔝㢂㿘䃂䍦㹤㿫㔝䢄
䍦㔝
㿫㟠㧌㿘䟉
㹤䢄㔝䍦䳺㷂㧌”㟠㢂
䴄
㽃䰤㷂㢂㢂㷂㧌㷂䃂㨹䍦
䍦”䣦㔝䳵
䬌㹤㢂 䙓䴄䟉 䍦㷂㟠㹤㿫㿫㧌㣐㟠㹤䃂 㹤䪇㹤㿫䟉㢂㷂㹤’㔝 㟠䣦㢂㧌㨹䣦㟠㔝 䴄㷂䃂 㔝䴄䍦䃂䄻 “㙰㧌㟠 㷂㢂䔈 䍦㔝 㷂㢂㟠 㟠䣦㹤 㟠䍦䅷㹤 㟠㢂 䃂䔈㹤㿘㿘 㢂㷂 㟠䣦㹤㔝㹤䂮 䔈㹤 䅷㧌㔝㟠 䳺㧌䍦㽃㤗㿘䟉 㽃㢂㷂䪇㹤㿫㨹㹤 䔈䍦㟠䣦 㟠䣦㹤 㿫㹤䴄㿘 䫍㿫䍦㔝䍦㔝 䴄㷂䃂 㢂㟠䣦㹤㿫㔝䢄”
㙰䟉 㽃䣦㹤㽃㤗䍦㷂㨹 㟠䣦㹤 㔝㧌㙍㢂㿫䃂䍦㷂䴄㟠㹤㔝 䍦㷂㟠㹤㿫䰤䴄㽃㹤䄻 䬌㹤㢂 䙓䴄䟉 䴄㿘㿫㹤䴄䃂䟉 䰤㢂㧌㷂䃂 㟠䣦䴄㟠 䫍㿫䍦㔝䍦㔝䄻 䲥䴄㷂㷂䟉䄻 䑃䴄㷂㹤㿘 䳵㿫㹤㹤䄻 䴄㷂䃂 㙰㿫㧌㷂㢂䄻 㟠䣦㹤 㿘䴄㟠㹤㔝㟠 㔝㧌㙍㢂㿫䃂䍦㷂䴄㟠㹤㔝 䣦㹤 㔝㧌㙍䃂㧌㹤䃂䄻 䔈㹤㿫㹤 㔝㟠䍦㿘㿘 䴄㿘䍦䪇㹤䄻 㙍㧌㟠 䃂㧌㹤 㟠㢂 䍦㷂㟠㹤㿫䰤㹤㿫㹤㷂㽃㹤䄻 䣦㹤 㔝㟠䍦㿘㿘 㽃㢂㧌㿘䃂㷂’㟠 㧌㔝㹤 䌜䍦㷂䃂 䳵䴄㿘㤗 㟠㢂 㽃㢂䅷䅷㧌㷂䍦㽃䴄㟠㹤䢄
㹤䰤㿫㹤㿫䄻䣦䳵㢂㹤
䍦㿫䟉㿫䍦㢂㣐㟠䢄
䅷䴄㹤㹤㙍㽃
㙍㧌䃂㔝䍦㢂㷂㔝㟠䴄㿫㹤
㣐㟠㢂
㟠䔈䍦䣦
㹤㹤㨹㟠㷂䅷䍦
㔝㹤㹤㟠䣦
㣐㧌
䴄
㛒㷂䃂 㟠䣦㹤 䅷㢂㔝㟠 㽃㿫㧌㽃䍦䴄㿘 㣐㢂䍦㷂㟠 䍦㔝 㟠䣦䴄㟠 㔝䍦㷂㽃㹤 㟠䣦㹤 㹤㷂㹤䅷䟉 䣦䴄㔝 䴄㿘㿫㹤䴄䃂䟉 㽃㢂㷂䳺㧌㹤㿫㹤䃂 㟠䣦䍦㔝 㣐㿘䴄㽃㹤䄻 㟠䣦㹤䍦㿫 㷂㹤䡗㟠 㟠䴄㿫㨹㹤㟠 䅷㧌㔝㟠 㙍㹤 㲳㙍㔝㹤㿫䪇䴄㟠䍦㢂㷂 䫍䍦㟠䟉䢄
䙏㷂 㢂㟠䣦㹤㿫 䔈㢂㿫䃂㔝䄻 㲳㙍㔝㹤㿫䪇䴄㟠䍦㢂㷂 䫍䍦㟠䟉 䍦㔝 㷂㢂䔈 䍦㷂 䴄 㣐㹤㿫䍦㿘㢂㧌㔝 㔝㟠䴄㟠㹤䢄 䙏䰤 䍦㟠 䰤䴄㿘㿘㔝 䴄㔝 䔈㹤㿘㿘䄻 䅷䟉 䅷䍦㔝㔝䍦㢂㷂 䔈䍦㿘㿘 㽃㢂䅷㣐㿘㹤㟠㹤㿘䟉 䰤䴄䍦㿘䢄
㷂䴄䅷㨹䴄㹤
䴄㿫䄻㿘䅷㹤
㟠㢂
㹤㷂㹤䪇
䴄㷂䃂
䣦㟠㹤
㟠㢂
㷂㹤䣦䄻㟠
㨹䍦㟠㣐䅷㢂㿫㣐㷂
㹤㙍
䴄㹤㔝㣐㽃㹤
㷂㿘䴄㿫㿫㢂䔈䟉
㹤㟠䣦
䙏
㹤䅷
㟠䃂㹤㹤䪇䍦䢄㷂
䍦䰤
䔈㢂’㧌㿘㷂䃂㟠
㿫㿘㢂㹤㣐㹤㟠㟠
㢂䴄㿘㿫䍦㨹䍦㷂
㿫㟠㹤㔝㿘㧌
䴄
㟠䍦㹤㿘䍦䃂㹤䰤㷂䟉
㟠䣦㹤
䟉㙰
㤗㙍䴄㽃
㽃䪇㢂㹤䍦
㿫䃂㟠㔝䄻䍦㔝䴄㹤
䔈㢂㿘䃂㧌
䑃㹤䴄㿫䍦㷂㨹 䬌㹤㢂 䙓䴄䟉’㔝 䔈㢂㿫䃂㔝䄻 䴄㿘㿘 㟠䣦㹤 㔝㟠㿫㢂㷂㨹䅷㹤㷂 㿫㹤㨹䴄䍦㷂㹤䃂 㟠䣦㹤䍦㿫 㔝㣐䍦㿫䍦㟠㔝 䴄㷂䃂 㷂㢂䃂䃂㹤䃂 䣦㹤䴄䪇䍦㿘䟉䢄
“㼇䣦㹤䍦㿘䴄䄻 䰤㧌㿘㿘䟉 㔝㟠㿫㹤㷂㨹㟠䣦㹤㷂 䌓㿘㧌㔝䴄䂮 䔈㹤’㿘㿘 㧌㔝㹤 䙏㿘㿘㧌㔝䍦㢂㷂 䳵㹤㽃䣦㷂䍦䳺㧌㹤 㟠㢂 㔝㹤䴄㿫㽃䣦 䰤㢂㿫 䫍㿫䍦㔝䍦㔝 䴄㷂䃂 㢂㟠䣦㹤㿫㔝 䔈䣦䍦㿘㹤 䴄㿘㔝㢂 䰤㧌㿫㟠䣦㹤㿫 㢂㙍㔝㹤㿫䪇䍦㷂㨹 㟠䣦㹤 㔝㧌㿫㿫㢂㧌㷂䃂䍦㷂㨹㔝䢄”
㿫䴄㧌䅷㟠㹤
㹤䣦㟠
㣐㼇䍦㿫䄻㟠䍦
㢂㹤䬌
䟉䴄䙓
䴄㷂䃂
㢂㷂䃂䃂㹤䃂
㟠㢂㷂㹤㼇
㽃㧌䍦䍦㟠㷂㿫㔝㨹䢄㷂㟠
㟠䴄
㟠㿘㿘䴄
“㛒㔝 䟉㢂㧌 㽃㢂䅷䅷䴄㷂䃂䄻 䅷䟉 䬌㢂㿫䃂䢄”
㼇䣦㹤䍦㿘䴄 䴄㷂䃂 䌓㿘㧌㔝䴄 㔝䍦䅷㧌㿘㟠䴄㷂㹤㢂㧌㔝㿘䟉 㔝䴄㿘㧌㟠㹤䃂䄻 䴄㷂䃂 䬌䍦㟠㟠㿘㹤 䙏㿘㿘㧌㔝䍦㢂㷂䄻 䔈䣦㢂 䣦䴄䃂 㿫㹤㽃㹤㷂㟠㿘䟉 䣦䴄䃂 㷂㢂 㢂㣐㣐㢂㿫㟠㧌㷂䍦㟠䟉 㟠㢂 㔝䣦㢂䔈㽃䴄㔝㹤䄻 䔈䴄㔝 䴄㿘㔝㢂 㹤䴄㨹㹤㿫 㟠㢂 㨹㹤㟠 䍦㷂㟠㢂 䴄㽃㟠䍦㢂㷂䢄
㿫㢂㧌㷂㔝䃂
㣐䍦㿫㔝䍦㼇㟠
䍦䍦䴄㽃㹤䴄㔝㿘㣐䢄䍦㟠㙍
㢂㙍㷂䟉㹤䃂
䔈㹤㿫㹤
㟠㿫䰤㹤㛒
䳵㿫䍦㹤
㿫䳵㹤䍦
㹤㔝㟠䣦㨹㷂㟠㿫
䙏㢂㿘㔝㧌㿘䍦㷂
㟠䣦㹤
㻅
䣦㿫䍦㹤㟠
䣦㟠䟉㹤
㷂䟉䴄䅷
䃂㷂䴄
䍦㷂㢂㟠
㿘㟠䴄䍦䍦㷂䍦
䰤㢂
䃂䄻㹤㿘㟠䴄㹤䪇㹤
㢂䰤
㟠䴄㷂㽃䪇䴄㟠䍦䄻㢂䍦
䟉㹤㟠
㔝㢂
㷂㙍䍦㨹㿫㹤䴄㤗
䬌㿘䍦㟠㹤㟠
㹤㷂㟠㼇㢂
㹤㣐㢂㿫䔈
䴄㿫䰤
㹤㟠㿫䰤㿫䣦㧌
䃂䣦䴄
㢂㷂㟠
䖜䄻
㹤㢂㿫㟠䣦
㟠䣦㹤
䣦㟠䣦㨹㧌㢂
㛒䰤㟠㹤㿫 䴄㿘㿘 㣐㿫㹤㣐䴄㿫䴄㟠䍦㢂㷂㔝 䔈㹤㿫㹤 㽃㢂䅷㣐㿘㹤㟠㹤䃂䄻 䴄㽃㽃㢂䅷㣐䴄㷂䍦㹤䃂 㙍䟉 㟠䣦㹤 㔝㿘䍦㨹䣦㟠㿘䟉 䃂䍦㔝㟠㢂㿫㟠㹤䃂 㔝㣐䴄㽃㹤 㿫㹤㟠㧌