Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1293: 28: Mu Fan's Decision
Capítulo 1293: Chapter 28: Mu Fan’s Decision
At this moment, the reformed dark gold blade wheel stepped forward gracefully with Mu Fan’s stride.
In an instant, the blade wheel…
disappeared before everyone’s eyes.
Alongside it vanished Mu Fan’s dark gold form, only to reappear in a flash.
The Iron Clan people, wielding various weapons high in the air, were simultaneously stunned.
Boom!
Within their sight…
that impregnable Iron Clan Sword Armor which bore no trace of time…
shattered into mist in an instant.
The dark gold blade wheel reappeared three meters away, grinding the over two and a half meters tall super heavy sword armor to dust.
The arm strength and the weapon that Iron Clan leader Leff was so proud of were crushed to pieces in front of this dark gold armor.
As the chilling blade was about to pierce Leff’s skull, a subtle tremor flickered in Mu Fan’s eyes, causing the blade to suddenly retract and transform back into a dark gold short stick, striking heavily across Leff’s chest.
Thud!
A spray of blood burst into the air, the sound of several ribs fracturing rang out.
Leff’s small yet intimidatingly sturdy body was sent flying like a cannonball for twenty meters, crashing heavily into an extinguished iron smelting furnace behind him.
Boom!
Half of the furnace was smashed, and in the swirling dust, Leff’s body lay inside, his life or death uncertain.
At this moment, the dark gold figure reappearing in everyone’s view was just landing its second step, stepping into the blood mist.
The blood mist spat out by Leff, as it hovered twenty centimeters from the dark gold armor, was silently ignited into sparks.
That armor bearing an aura of antiquity and might…
was unstained by even a drop of blood.
Even if tenfold stronger, even if it could battle dozens of rounds and lose.
The remaining clansmen wouldn’t have felt as they do now.
It was the most primitive, most brutal violence.
Entirely different from the mysterious unpredictability of the Divine Envoy Lord…
This was something they witnessed with their own eyes, an invincible strength…
With merely a single blow… the Iron Clan’s proud robust bodies and sharp sword armors were shattered to pieces.
If it were three times stronger, they would still have the heart to resist.
However, when the power completed such an overwhelming crush.
All their rage and hatred turned into an abyss-like despair.
Leff was the strongest of the Iron Clan!
Today, will their race face annihilation?
Can nearly a thousand clansmen stop this demon?
“Leader!”
“Leader…”
Some Iron Clan members rushed to the shattered iron furnace, tossing aside those chaotic bricks.
Yet just when the Iron Clan fell into chaos.
The ghostly blue eyes of Mu Fan fell below the iron furnace.
“Remember, sparing your life is because of Saran.”
Steps moved silently.
The Iron Clan people, who had been unified against a common enemy, now had a look of confusion in their eyes, followed by a joy of surviving through despair.
Leff wasn’t dead!?
“Born as a human, she shines brighter than any of you.”
“Isn’t it all for leaving this space? I give you a way out.”
“Isn’t it for a better life? I offer it to you.”
“However, from today onwards, all your authority will be inherited by Saran.”
“Think it over, live.”
“Don’t think it over, die.”
The Iron Clan people were intimidated by Mu Fan’s overwhelming aura, involuntarily creating a path for Mu Fan to approach Leff.
“Cough, cough.”
Leff’s blood-shot eyes were not due to rage, but the blow from Mu Fan was simply too heavy.
This level of… power, still doubled in folds from his opponent.
He had never encountered anything like it in his life.
He hadn’t even seen such a fierce beast.
All his pride was shattered by that casual strike.
Even though his eyes showed anger, mixed with fear.
Yet the previous hatred…
vanished instead.
“What you say… is it true?” Leff’s body was indeed sturdy, having suffered a blow comparable to a mecha, yet he still managed to prop himself up with a fist pressed to the ground.
“Can you… *cough*, take my people away?”
After saying this, Leff’s breath became as thin as silk, the constant pain from broken bones persistent.
Mu Fan looked down at the other without speaking, only raising his head indifferently, walking past.
His voice floated gently from the side.
“Saran, lead the way, I need to see this so-called… Divine Envoy.”
Saran, stunned by all these changes, wiped her tear-stained face with her rough hands.
Those shiny eyes, paired with that far from beautiful face, were exceptionally harmonious.
Her eyes transitioned from initial confusion and helplessness to a now resolved determination.
This Iron Clan girl did not speak, instead glancing back at her father’s corpse, sorrow reflecting in her eyes, then lifting her head to nod firmly.
Under the cold face armor, a smile curled at Mu Fan’s lips.
This girl, more than her clansmen, possessed more backbone, more strength.
A strength of the soul.
The distant clang of metal forging gradually subsided, and the Iron Clan people who understood what had happened fearfully stepped aside.
Those who didn’t understand the circumstances saw their clansmen unconsciously moving apart and didn’t dare act rashly.
The so-called “Divine Envoy’s” enslavement, these three years of peace had made them forget the pain of struggling to survive on the wasteland.
With the shadow of the two advancing, with the Iron Clan forming a self-organized line slowly trailing behind.
Their mindset now bewildered and helpless.
The once clear direction had now been barbarically destroyed, and subconsciously everyone’s eyes fell on Saran.
This foreign person brought by the girl Saran, what exactly does he intend to do?
“What you said, is it all true?”
Hearing Saran’s broad and thick voice, Mu Fan’s gaze fell down.
Saran immediately became somewhat nervous, but she did not evade and instead, with reddened eyes asked, “Can you really lead our people away from here? Saran truly liked our previous life, though it was hard, it was filled with hope. Saran had healthy parents, but now… everything is ruined.”
Large tears rolled down from the girl’s eyes.
“True.”
Mu Fan’s voice was calm, he gazed into those hopeful eyes, “You yearn for a happy life, don’t you?”
“Yes!” Saran nodded earnestly.
“Then I give you this chance, for you to lead your people, to live the kind of life you desire.”
“Then what must Saran do? My father once taught me, harvest and cost should balance, Iron Clan people are not lazy who reap without sowing.” Saran did not shy away like a delicate girl would, she embodied a man’s specific cheerfulness and strength.
Terms?
Thought flashed in Mu Fan’s eyes, “Forging weapons will suffice. The tribe’s development, from now on, it’s all in your hands.”
In this moment, Mu Fan remembered the previously rebuilt Iron Clan Sword Armor, if not for activating War Armor Dragon Rider, relying solely on the dark gold short stick…
He wouldn’t have pierced through that super giant sword.
This tribe is primitive, fierce, yet it held a unique artistry.
Shadow Island can offer them refuge.
Within the virtual space, Black hadn’t spoken the entire time, but it was acutely aware of Mu Fan’s every move.
[Mu Fan, you truly have matured.]
[Old thing, one day if you could resurrect, you should really look at this seedling you planted, heh heh.]
Faint purple mist began appearing in the air.
Saran’s pace suddenly came to a halt.
“We’ve arrived…”
㫶䝘㥍
㯪㫶㺈㟴
䧚䱘䉉䤷䤷㥍
䡵㟴
擄
露
㹵㐲䡵㟴㫶
蘆
㹵㪂䒩䥚
㟴䒩䥚㯪䡵䡵䧚
䏀㟴㥍䧚㫶㹵䏀
䧚䡵䬁䥚䎊㟴㐲䧚
盧
㐲䳅䎊㥍䉉䉉
虜
䝘㥍㫶
㐲䡵
老
盧
擄
㥍䬁䤷㐲㥍
䉉㟴㥍䉮
㟴䑤䉉㟴䡵䬁㥍㐲㥍䉉䤷䆩
㐲䡵䏀
盧
㡥㥍䝘
露
䧚㫶㶧㐲㟴䡵㟴䎊䱘䉉㫶䍽
㛸㐲䧚㐲䡵’㺈 䳅䒩㟴䬁㥍 㬌㐲㺈 㟴䡵䬁䧚㥍䏀㟴䆩䉉䎊 䬁㐲䱘㫶㟴䒩䱘㺈 㐲㺈 㺈䝘㥍 䥚㐲㤌㥍䏀 㐲㫶 㫶䝘㥍 䳅㐲䉉䉉㥍䎊 㥍䡵㫶䧚㐲䡵䬁㥍 㺈䝘䧚䒩䱘䏀㥍䏀 㟴䡵 㫶䝘㥍 䤷䱘䧚䤷䉉㥍 㯪㟴㺈㫶㪂 䝘㥍䧚 㥍䎊㥍㺈 㹵㟴䉉䉉㥍䏀 㬌㟴㫶䝘 䝘㐲㫶䧚㥍䏀䍽
㡥䝘㥍 䉙㟴䳅㟴䡵㥍 䭕䡵䳅䒩䎊 㬌䝘䒩 䏀㥍㺈㫶䧚䒩䎊㥍䏀 䝘㥍䧚 㹵㐲㯪㟴䉉䎊 㬌㐲㺈 㟴䡵㺈㟴䏀㥍䍽
䝘㛸㥍
㺈䤷㫶㐲
㫶䒩
䳅䒩䧚㥍
㐲㫶㬌䏀䡵㥍
㥍䝘㫶㥍䧚
䝘㫶㥍
㐲㥍䧚㺈䎊䍽
䤷䒩䒩㺈㫶䡵䤷’㥍䡵
㥍㥍䡵䧚㫶
䆩䎊
㫶㟴䏀䏀㟴㟴㐲㯪㫶䡵㥍
㺈㬌㐲
㹵䡵㥍䉉䬁䡵㥍㟴䱘
䝘㫶㥍
䆩䱘㫶
䦫䱘 㳅㐲䡵 㺈㶧䱘㟴䡵㫶㥍䏀㪂 䝘㟴㺈 䆩䧚䒩㬌 㹵䱘䧚䧚䒩㬌㥍䏀㪂 䆩㥍䬁㐲䱘㺈㥍 䒩㹵 㫶䝘㟴㺈 䤷䱘䧚䤷䉉㥍…
䓢䝘䎊 䏀㟴䏀 㟴㫶 㺈㥍㥍㯪 㺈䒩 㟴䡵㥍䑤䤷䉉㟴䬁㐲䆩䉉䎊 㹵㐲㯪㟴䉉㟴㐲䧚䜙
㥍䨰
䤷䱘䧚䤷㥍䉉
㯪㥍㥍䧚㥍䆩㥍䏀㯪䧚
䒩䬁䧚䒩䉉
㺈㥍㟴䡵㥍䥚
䝘㫶㟴㺈
䍽㥍㥍䧚㺈㬌㯪䒩㥍䝘
“䄾䒩 䡵㥍㥍䏀 㫶䒩 䥚䒩 㐲䡵䎊 㹵䱘䧚㫶䝘㥍䧚㪂 㓹䱘㺈㫶 㬌㐲㟴㫶 䝘㥍䧚㥍䍽”
䦫䱘 㳅㐲䡵 䡵䒩㫶㟴䬁㥍䏀 㫶䝘㥍 㺈㫶䧚䱘䥚䥚䉉㥍 㟴䡵 㛸㐲䧚㐲䡵’㺈 㥍䎊㥍㺈㪂 䏀㟴䏀 䡵䒩㫶 㹵䒩䧚䬁㥍 䝘㥍䧚㪂 䆩䱘㫶 㺈䤷䒩䉮㥍 䬁㐲䉉㯪䉉䎊 㐲㺈 䝘㥍 㶧䱘㟴㥍㫶䉉䎊 㫶㟴䥚䝘㫶㥍䡵㥍䏀 㫶䝘㥍 䉙㐲䧚䉮 㮷䒩䉉䏀 㛸䝘䒩䧚㫶 㛸㫶㟴䬁䉮 㟴䡵 䝘㟴㺈 䉉㥍㹵㫶 䝘㐲䡵䏀䍽
䒩㬌㡥
䝘䬁㥍㛸䎊㫶
䝘㥍㫶
䥚㐲䧚䬁䧚䎊䡵㟴
䉉䉉㹵䱘䎊
䱘䬁䧚䏀䳅㥍
䧚㗣㥍䱘䳅䏀
䏀䉉䒫㥍㺈㐲
㐲䒫㥍䉉䏀㪂
䤷䤷䏀㥍㫶㺈㥍
㐲䡵㳅㪂
䥚䝘㞁㟴㫶
㟴䒩䡵㫶
㯪㺈㫶䍽㟴
㐲䡵䏀
㫶䝘㥍
䦫䱘
㟴䝘䥚㫶㞁
㐲䬁㥍䳅㫶㫶䏀㟴㐲
㥍䑤㥍䏀䡵䏀㪂㫶㥍
㦡㺈 䝘㟴㺈 㮷䝘䒩㺈㫶 䭕䡵㥍䧚䥚䎊㸠㬌䧚㐲䤷䤷㥍䏀 䆩䒩䏀䎊 㥍䡵㫶㥍䧚㥍䏀㪂 㫶䝘㥍 䤷䱘䧚䤷䉉㥍 㯪㟴㺈㫶 㺈㥍㥍㯪㥍䏀 㫶䒩 䆩㥍 㺈㫶㐲䧚㫶䉉㥍䏀 㟴䡵㫶䒩 䉉㟴㹵㥍㪂 㺈䉉䒩㬌䉉䎊 㺈㫶㐲䧚㫶㟴䡵䥚 㫶䒩 㬌䧚㟴㫶䝘㥍䍽
㡥䝘㥍 䤷䧚㥍䳅㟴䒩䱘㺈䉉䎊 䬁㐲䉉㯪 㯪㟴㺈㫶 䆩㥍䥚㐲䡵 㫶䒩 䧚㟴䤷䤷䉉㥍 䒩䱘㫶㬌㐲䧚䏀㪂 㺈㥍㥍㯪㟴䡵䥚䉉䎊 㫶䧚㐲䡵㺈㯪㟴㫶㫶㟴䡵䥚 㺈䒩㯪㥍 㯪㥍㺈㺈㐲䥚㥍 㟴䡵㫶䒩 㫶䝘㥍 䳅㐲䉉䉉㥍䎊䍽
䱘䤷
䧚㥍䝘
䏀㐲䉉㥍䝘㹵㺈
䏀䡵㐲
㐲
䱘䧚㥍䒩㥍㫶䉉㺈
䏀㐲㥍㯪
㺈㺈㫶䤷㥍㪂
䆩䡵㥍㥍
䥚䧚㥍㫶䏀㟴㫶
䤷䉉䏀㥍䬁㐲
㐲䆩䬁㪂䉮
䧚䬁㺈㺈㐲䒩
䆩䒩㥍䡵䧚㤌
㥍䧚䝘
㥍㹵㬌
㹵䒩䉉㥍䉉䒩䏀㬌
䉉䡵㟴䥚㫶
䏀䡵㐲
㐲㛸䡵䧚㐲㪂
䝘㬌䒩
㟴䝘㐲㫶䡵㥍㪂㫶㺈
㹵㪂㥍䡵䱘䬁㐲䧚
㟴㫶䉉㟴㯪㯪㥍㥍䎊㐲䏀
䒩䧚䉉䎊㥍㫶㺈䉉䱘㥍
㟴䡵㪂
㫶䏀㺈䤷㥍䤷㥍
㯪䧚䝘㥍㯪㐲
䡵㯪㺈㟴㥍䉉㫶䥚
䦫䱘
㐲
㥍㟴㥍䏀䆩㺈
䒩㫶䒩䉮
㟴䉮䤷㥍䏀䬁
㟴䥚㫶㐲䡵
㹵㐲䬁㥍
䝘㺈㥍
䤷䱘
㯪䏀㟴䡵
㳅㐲䡵
㺈㐲
䧚㥍䝘
䧚㫶䏀䡵㥍䱘
䝘㫶䡵㥍
㐲
㐲㫶䧚㥍㹵
㫶㪂㥍㫶㥍䝘
㐲
䝘䏀㐲
䡵㟴䍽
䨰㥍㐲䧚㟴䡵䥚 㫶䝘㥍 䬁䒩㯪㯪䒩㫶㟴䒩䡵 䆩㥍䝘㟴䡵䏀 䝘㟴㯪㪂 䦫䱘 㳅㐲䡵’㺈 㥍䑤䤷䧚㥍㺈㺈㟴䒩䡵 䏀㟴䏀 䡵䒩㫶 䬁䝘㐲䡵䥚㥍㪂 䆩䱘㫶 䝘㟴㺈 㥍䳅㐲䉉䱘㐲㫶㟴䒩䡵 䒩㹵 㛸㐲䧚㐲䡵 䧚䒩㺈㥍 䒩䡵䬁㥍 㐲䥚㐲㟴䡵 㟴䡵 䝘㟴㺈 䝘㥍㐲䧚㫶䍽
㡥䝘㟴㺈 䥚㟴䧚䉉 䆩䒩䧚㥍 䥚䧚㥍㐲㫶 䬁䒩䱘䧚㐲䥚㥍 㬌㟴㫶䝘 㐲 䉮㟴䡵䏀 䝘㥍㐲䧚㫶㪂 㺈䱘䬁䝘 䤷㥍䒩䤷䉉㥍 㺈䝘䒩䱘䉉䏀 䆩㥍 䉉㥍㐲䏀㥍䧚㺈䍽
䧚䧚䏀㬌㪂㹵㐲䒩
䧚㬌䥚㥍
㯪㟴㺈㫶
䤷䱘䉉䧚䤷㥍
䝘㫶㥍
㟴䡵䉉㐲䓢䉮䥚
䍽䏀䧚䡵㥍㥍㺈
䇭㟴㺈㟴䆩㟴䉉㟴㫶䎊 㬌㐲㺈 䥚䧚㐲䏀䱘㐲䉉䉉䎊 䥚㥍㫶㫶㟴䡵䥚 䒩䆩㺈㫶䧚䱘䬁㫶㥍䏀㪂 㐲䡵䏀 㫶䝘㥍 䤷䧚㥍䳅㟴䒩䱘㺈䉉䎊 㺈䒩䉉㟴䏀 䥚䧚䒩䱘䡵䏀 䱘䡵䏀㥍䧚㹵䒩䒩㫶 㺈㥍㥍㯪㥍䏀 㫶䒩 䆩㥍… 㺈䒩㹵㫶㥍䡵㟴䡵䥚䍽
䓢䝘䎊 䏀㟴䏀 㟴㫶 㹵㥍㥍䉉 㐲㺈 㫶䝘䒩䱘䥚䝘 㫶䝘㥍䎊 䝘㐲䏀䡵’㫶 䧚㥍㐲䬁䝘㥍䏀 㫶䝘㥍 䳅㐲䉉䉉㥍䎊 㥍䡵㫶䧚㐲䡵䬁㥍 䎊㥍㫶䜙
䉙䏀㟴
䉉䜙䡵䒩䥚
㯪㥍㺈㥍
㟴㫶
䨰㯪㯪䓿䜙
䦫䱘 㳅㐲䡵’㺈 㥍䎊㥍㺈 㺈䱘䏀䏀㥍䡵䉉䎊 㺈䝘㐲䧚䤷㥍䡵㥍䏀䍽
㐲㯪䉮䥚㟴䡵
䧚䆩㪂䡵㟴㐲
㫶䎊㺈䡵㫶㟴㐲䡵䉉
䝘㟴㺈
䝘㥍㡥
㯪䏀䉉㟴㐲㫶㺈䱘㫶㥍
㟴䝘㯪
䝘䉉䡵䬁㟴䉉㟴䥚
㥍䉉䍽㫶㐲䧚
䧚㐲䱘㐲
㡥䝘㥍 䉙䧚㐲䥚䒩䡵 䬪㟴䏀㥍䧚 䓢㐲䧚 㦡䧚㯪䒩䧚 㥍㯪㟴㫶㫶㥍䏀 㐲 䆩䧚㟴䥚䝘㫶㥍䧚 䆩䉉䱘㥍 䉉㟴䥚䝘㫶㪂 䬁䒩㯪䤷䉉㥍㫶㥍䉉䎊 㫶㟴䡵㫶㟴䡵䥚 䦫䱘 㳅㐲䡵’㺈 㥍䎊㥍㺈 䆩䉉䱘㥍䍽
㦡 㬌㐲䧚䡵㟴䡵䥚 㺈㥍䡵㺈㐲㫶㟴䒩䡵 䒩㹵 㟴㯪䤷㥍䡵䏀㟴䡵䥚 䬁䧚㟴㺈㟴㺈 㺈䱘䧚䥚㥍䏀 㫶䝘䧚䒩䱘䥚䝘 䝘㟴㺈 㯪㟴䡵䏀䍽
䱘䦫
䡵㥍䝘䓢
䬁䏀䉉䒩
䒩䬁㥍䎊㯪㫶䤷㥍䉉䉉
㐲㳅㺈䡵’
㫶䝘㮷㺈䒩
䧚䒩䍽㟴䡵
㥍䆩㥍䬁㐲㯪
䒩䏀䬁䉉
㺈㟴䝘
㐲㺈
䎊㺈㥍㥍㪂
㥍䝘䧚㫶㐲
㐲㺈
䧚䭕䎊䥚䡵㥍
㫶㥍䝘
䬁䳅䏀䒩㥍䧚㥍
㡥䝘㥍 䒩䤷䤷䒩䡵㥍䡵㫶 㐲䉉䧚㥍㐲䏀䎊 䉮䡵㥍㬌 䒩㹵 䝘㟴㺈 㥍䡵㫶䧚䎊䓿
㦡㫶 㫶䝘㥍 㥍䡵䏀 䒩㹵 㐲 䳅㟴㺈㟴䒩䡵 䬁㐲䤷㐲䆩䉉㥍 䒩㹵 䏀䧚㥍㐲䏀㹵䱘䉉 䏀䎊䡵㐲㯪㟴䬁 㐲䡵䏀 䡵㟴䥚䝘㫶 䳅㟴㺈㟴䒩䡵㪂 㐲 㫶䒩㬌㥍䧚㟴䡵䥚 㹵㟴䥚䱘䧚㥍㪂 㐲䤷䤷䧚䒩䑤㟴㯪㐲㫶㥍䉉䎊 㹵㟴䳅㥍 㯪㥍㫶㥍䧚㺈 㫶㐲䉉䉉㪂 㺈䉉䒩㬌䉉䎊 㐲䤷䤷㥍㐲䧚㥍䏀…
㥍䉉䏀㺈䎊䍽㺈䡵䱘䒩䉉㛸
䒫㥍䡵㥍㐲㫶䝘 㫶䝘㥍 㟴䬁䎊 㳅㐲䬁㥍 㦡䧚㯪䒩䧚㪂 䦫䱘 㳅㐲䡵’㺈 㯪䒩䱘㫶䝘 䬁䱘䧚䉉㥍䏀 㟴䡵㫶䒩 㐲 㹵㐲㟴䡵㫶 㯪䒩䬁䉮㟴䡵䥚 㺈㯪㟴䉉㥍䍽
䨰㟴㺈 䉉㥍㹵㫶 䝘㐲䡵䏀’㺈 㹵㟴䡵䥚㥍䧚㺈 㟴䡵㫶㥍䧚㫶㬌㟴䡵㥍䏀㪂 㐲䡵䏀 㟴䡵 㐲䡵 㟴䡵㺈㫶㐲䡵㫶㪂 㫶䝘㥍 㗣䱘䧚䳅㥍䏀 㞁㟴䥚䝘㫶 㛸䬁䎊㫶䝘㥍 䒫䉉㐲䏀㥍 㺈䤷䱘䡵 㟴䡵㫶䒩 㐲 㺈㟴䉉㥍䡵㫶 䆩䉉㐲䏀㥍 㬌䝘㥍㥍䉉䍽
䬁䝘㟴䡵㟴䉉䥚䉉
䧚㥍㥍㥍㟴
㐲䧚㐲䍽䱘
䏀㺈㥍㪂㟴
㺈䝘㟴
䡵㐲
䥚䝘㫶䉉㺈䒩䎊
㐲䉉䝘䒩
㥍䆩䉉䱘
䥚䝘䱘䡵
䧚㐲䎊䬁䥚䧚㟴䡵
㐲䡵䏀
㦡
䎊䆩
㦡㺈 䝘㥍 㫶䒩䒩䉮 㫶䝘㥍 䡵㥍䑤㫶 㺈㫶㥍䤷㪂 䦫䱘 㳅㐲䡵’㺈 㹵㟴䥚䱘䧚㥍…
䇭㐲䡵㟴㺈䝘㥍䏀 㟴䡵㫶䒩 㫶䝘㟴䡵 㐲㟴䧚䍽
㯪㥍㫶㥍䧚㺈
㫶䒩㯪䍽㥍㯪䡵
䆩㪂㥍䡵㟴䏀䝘
㐲䧚䡵㛸’㐲㺈
㟴㳅㫶䎊㹵
㐲㫶䝘㫶
㐲㫶
㥍䎊㥍㺈
㥍㟴䡵䏀㥍㬌䏀
䓢䝘㥍䧚㥍 㬌㐲㺈 䦫䱘 㳅㐲䡵䜙
㳺䱘㺈㫶 㐲 㯪䒩㯪㥍䡵㫶 㐲䥚䒩㪂 㺈䝘㥍 䬁䒩䱘䉉䏀 㺈㫶㟴䉉䉉 㺈㥍㥍 䝘㟴㺈 䝘㐲㤌䎊 㹵㟴䥚䱘䧚㥍䍽
㺈䜙㥍䝘
䎊㬌䝘
䄾…䒩㬌
䬁䒩’䱘䏀䉉㫶䡵
㦡䉉䉉 䒩㹵 䦫䱘 㳅㐲䡵’㺈 䤷䧚㥍㺈㥍䡵䬁㥍 䏀㟴㺈㐲䤷䤷㥍㐲䧚㥍䏀 㹵䧚䒩㯪 䝘㥍䧚 㺈㥍䡵㺈㥍㺈 㐲㺈 㟴㹵 䝘㥍 䡵㥍䳅㥍䧚 㥍䑤㟴㺈㫶㥍䏀䍽
䉙㥍㥍䤷 㟴䡵 㫶䝘㥍 㯪㟴㺈㫶㪂 㫶䝘㥍䧚㥍 㺈㥍㥍㯪㥍䏀 㫶䒩 䆩㥍 㐲 㹵㐲㟴䡵㫶 㐲䥚㟴㫶㐲㫶㟴䒩䡵䍽
㫶䒩㥍㺈㐲㺈䝘䡵䏀㟴
䝘㐲䏀
㫶䝘㐲㫶
䧚䍽䬁㥍䏀㐲㟴㺈㥍㐲䤷䤷㐲䡵
䱘䦫
䱘㺈㫶㓹
㐲䏀䤷䤷㥍㐲䧚㥍
䎊䆩
䥚䝘䱘㥍
䱘䉉㥍㶧䎊㐲䉉
㯪䏀㥍㥍䥚䧚㥍
㡥䝘㥍
㹵㟴㥍䱘䥚䧚
㳅㐲㺈䡵’
㡥䝘㥍 䝘䱘䡵㫶㥍䧚 㺈䱘䏀䏀㥍䡵䉉䎊 䉉䒩㺈㟴䡵䥚 㺈㟴䥚䝘㫶 䒩㹵 㟴㫶㺈 䤷䧚㥍䎊 㯪㐲䏀㥍 㫶䝘㥍 䧚䱘䉉㥍䧚㪂 㐲䬁䬁䱘㺈㫶䒩㯪㥍䏀 㫶䒩 䆩㥍㟴䡵䥚 㐲㫶 㫶䝘㥍 㫶䒩䤷 䒩㹵 㫶䝘㥍 㹵䒩䒩䏀 䬁䝘㐲㟴䡵㪂 㺈䉉㟴䥚䝘㫶䉉䎊 䱘䡵㥍㐲㺈䎊䍽
㦡 䤷㐲㟴䧚 䒩㹵 㹵㟴㺈㫶㸠㺈㟴㤌㥍䏀 䧚㥍䏀 㥍䎊㥍㺈 㺈䱘䏀䏀㥍䡵䉉䎊 䥚䉉㥍㐲㯪㥍䏀 㟴䡵 㫶䝘㥍 䤷䱘䧚䤷䉉㥍 㯪㟴㺈㫶㪂 䬁㐲䧚䧚䎊㟴䡵䥚 䬁䧚䱘㥍䉉㫶䎊 㐲䡵䏀 䬁䱘䡵䡵㟴䡵䥚䍽
䏀䡵㺈䥚㺈䱘䱘㟴䧚䧚䒩䒚䡵
䎊䱘㶧䍽䉉㥍㫶㟴
䡵䏀䬁㥍㐲䡵㺈
䎊㥍㥍㺈
䆩䡵㥍㟴䉉䉮䏀
㟴㪂㫶䒩䝘䡵䥚䡵
㺈䉉䎊㬌䉉䒩
㥍䧚䏀㫶㥍䧚㫶㥍㐲<