Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1311: 46: Watchdog?
Capítulo 1311: Chapter 46: Watchdog?
Since the battle on the Capital Star, Sigler Palma’s temper has worsened considerably. Five servants of the Iris Family were injured in just half a month, and the servants rarely saw Young Master Sigler leave the house.
The slanted Mosibai Mountain has become a joke in the eyes of the Capital Star’s nobility.
A colossal joke!
The mountain tilted, and the Iris Family’s palace became a perilous building. The already heavily afflicted Palma Family had no choice but to move from the mountaintop to the foot of the mountain, while also facing the faintly spreading gossip.
Even with the backing of a true Great Demon God Machine, it couldn’t stop the mocking glances from some in the shadows.
All these consequences, everything, was because of this damn “Mu Fan”!
“If only you had just stayed dead quietly.”
Sigler’s handsome face was filled with malice; he had never imagined that one day, as the Governor of the Iris Family, he would be troubled by a peer.
“You fortunate fellow; without that Mecha, you would have died countless times by now.”
A boy without family or background, yet he garnered support from numerous forces!
Blue Capital Star outright rejected the Federation Central Government’s control request, Dingchuan Academy firmly declared to safeguard its student, and the Sha Family was isolated and unable to exert pressure on Dingchuan Academy.
What disgusted him the most was some nonsense Babon Duchy from Outer Domain Galaxy. Such an unnamed small country openly defied after the Federation issued a wanted order and severed all ties with the Federation upon the Outer Domain Galaxy’s announcement.
Their location was extremely delicate, nestled at the edge of the Eight Great Army Commanders’ territories in the Outer Domain Galaxy, yet occupying a critically important rare material route.
The unique Water Zither Stone Mine of Outer Domain Galaxy had its supply completely cut.
“Do you think just because the Federation is divided, you can do as you please?”
“When I have crushed the jumping clowns around me, it will be your turn, you bunch of insensible wretches.”
Mu Fan never expected that under the leadership of Princess Yue Xi, Babon Duchy would stand so decisively against the Federation.
That seemingly frail girl possessed decisiveness far surpassing many men.
…
While Sigler seethed with hidden fury, the intercom on the desk began to buzz. His face composed, eyes narrowed, he pressed it effortlessly.
“What is it?”
“Young Master, two people wish to see you. They claim they have been invited by you.” The guard handed a handwritten invitation to the holographic screen.
Sigler’s pupils contracted; that unique blue parchment… he had sent it out two years ago!!
Originally it was like a stone sinking into the sea, why did it suddenly appear today?
Wasn’t the fleet that delivered the letter completely vanished into the depths of the Outer Domain Galaxy at that time!
A sudden memory of the news two years ago surged to mind, and Sigler’s heart throbbed uncontrollably—not out of excitement, but a certain fear mingled with the unknown…
“Let them wait—”
“This is not the way to treat guests; your family has disappointed me greatly.”
An orange light beam shot out from the edge of the holographic screen, instantly binding the loyal guard and then forcefully flinging him away.
Amidst a startled cry, the guard was directly hurled away.
Instantly, alarms blared!
However, the person who cast the orange traction beam walked nonchalantly to the camera.
A pale, lifeless face with brown short hair, an awkwardly fitted suit, grabbed the camera with a rigid tone.
“Are you prepared for a formal battle?”
The indifference and disdain in his words made Sigler Palma’s eyes narrow harshly!
This person… is not a normal human at all.
That murky gaze carried an aura of a predator at the top of the food chain.
“You… actually do… exist.”
“Of course.”
Upon hearing this, Sigler’s left hand trembled slightly, and he lowered his head, forcefully suppressing the urge to summon the Demon God Machine.
“Since you have come, you are guests. Please, esteemed guests, proceed to the west hall.”
When he lifted his head again, Sigler’s face returned to its usual composed state, and the magnanimous young master was back.
At the entrance of the manor at the foot of Mosibai Mountain, the forty A-grade Guard Mechas that appeared instantly retreated quietly upon receiving their orders.
Two men with almost identical pale complexions stepped into the manor empty-handed, led by a squad of guards to the west hall.
…
Sigler’s Adam’s apple throbbed incessantly after the screen closed.
The family had been probing the mystery for twenty years, abruptly halting two years ago, yet now it suddenly surfaced.
In the west hall full of a retro atmosphere, Sigler neutrally watched the two standing opposite, rhythmically rubbing a string of wooden beads in his hand.
“Are you the Gatekeepers of the Gate of Divine River?”
Sigler’s voice was neither happy nor sad; if these emissaries could meet him, showing too much congeniality would cheapen his own status.
Was the Iris Family a place anyone could just enter?
“Gate of Divine River? So, this is how you refer to Saint Luo Passage.”
The two lifeless-faced men exchanged glances, indifferent towards Sigler, instead glancing at each other and speaking in unison. The scene was bizarre to the extreme.
“Truly ignorant.”
“But a rather interesting name.”
Their conversation completely disregarded Sigler Palma, the young Governor of the Iris Family.
A deep-seated killing intent flickered and then vanished within Sigler’s downcast eyes.
His time was more precious than the most exquisite diamond; evidently, these two truly didn’t understand life or death.
“Ignorant people, the name you came up with is interesting, but it should henceforth be referred to as Saint Luo Passage. We are not accustomed to hearing other names.”
“Haha.”
Sigler, enraged, laughed coldly, stood up from his seat, and gazed coldly at the two, “Do you think you’re something… to come here and negotiate with me?”
“Insolence.” The man in a red tie rigidly said, his eyes didn’t even twitch.
The man in a purple tie lifted his expressionless face towards Sigler Palma, spread his fingers, and raised his arm with his palm facing Sigler instantly.
A hexagonal chip within the palm suddenly emitted an orange glow.
The traction beam that hurled away the guard was once again about to be triggered. This bizarre means truly wasn’t human.
Sigler’s expression finally turned completely cold, “Two ignorant watchdogs, your arrival already confirms the gate’s existence. I don’t need to negotiate with you.”
As soon as the words fell, an orange beam abruptly shot from the opponent’s palm, yet it was inexplicably halted two meters in front of Sigler, with an invisible ripple forming, leaving him unscathed.
Sigler said indifferently, “Crush this watchdog for me.”
As soon as he finished speaking, a black vertical line suddenly appeared behind the man in the purple tie!
䍦㺢㽀㨉䭬㟀
盧
䭬㽀
䳗㠌䵋䉝
蘆
㠌㜚㺢䳗㜚䉝
露
䙤䴍䠐㻫䵋㜚䍦䠐䉝㠌䟺
擄
䵋
䵋䚚㠌䍦㟀
㽀䭬
㨉䳗䵋
䉑㟀䉝䳗
爐
䉝㠌㟀
盧
䉝㟀㠌
㠌䵋䍦㜚㕗㠌䳗㙻䳗
䵋
䳗㟀㨉㕗䍦㨉䒶㙻
㜚㠌㟀㿿
擄
㟀䉝㠌
㠌㽀䒶
㙻䚚䵋㙻
䳗䵋䗵㨉䉝
䙤䵋㔲
老
䠐䍦㜚䙤㔲䵋㙻䳗
擄
㠌㟀䉝
㜚䳗
䳗䵋䚚
䵋
㟀㙻㙻䍦
㜚㠌㽀䳗
䚌㺢䍦㔲䳗㔲㜚㔲㜚
䉝㨉䵋㟀
㽀䭬
䍦㜚㟀㙻䚌䕿
㽀㨉䗵䳗䠐㙻㟀
擄
䵋㟀㨉䙤㟀䗵䚌䙤䵋
㽀䉝䳗㟀㠌䳗㻫㠌㟀
㟀䵋㨉㠌㙻䭬䳗䚌䚌㽀䚚
䙤䒶䙤䚌䍦㟀
㘩䉝㟀䳗 㙻㣆䒶㟀㟀䧉㟀㨉 䉝䵋䚌㨉㿿
㹀䵋䳗㔲䩮
䵋㟀㠌䚌䗵䠐
䒶䙤㟀䙤䍦䚌
䵋㺢㙻
䚚㜚㽏
䍦㻫䟺䴍㨉䠐䵋㟀䚌
㽀㽏㙻㟀㕗䍦䙤㜚㟀䍦䕿
㜚䳗
㜚㠌㟀
㙻䉝㜚
䒶䍦㨉㽀䠐
㔲㺢㙻㜚䳗䙤㟀
㙻䉝㟀䒶䚌㨉䠐䗵
䗵㙻䴍㜚䕿䳗㟀
䚌䭬㜚䳗㙻㟀㔲
䵋㜚䚌䟺䳗
㽀㽀㨉䟺䍦
㟀㜚䴍䍦
䵋䳗㨉
䵋䳗䚚
䭬㟀䚌㽀䟺㟀
㟀㠌䉝
㠌㟀䉝
䭬㽀
㜚䉑䉝㠌
㟀䉝㨉䵋
䚚㠌䵋㿿㟀㠌䚌
䵋
㠌䒶㽀
㘩䉝㟀 䚚䵋䳗 㜚䳗 㠌䉝㟀 䚌㟀㨉 㠌㜚㟀 㽀䳗 㠌䉝㟀 䍦㟀䭬㠌 䟺㜚䧉䵋䚌䚌㟀䍦㕗 䚌㽀㠌䵋㠌㟀㨉 䉝㜚㙻 䉝㟀䵋㨉 䟺䵋䠐䴍㺢䵋䚌㨉䗵 䭬䵋䠐㜚䳗㔲 㠌䉝㟀 䚚㟀㠌䵋䍦 䭬䵋䠐㟀 㠌䉝䵋㠌 䉝䵋㨉 䯋䒶㙻㠌 㙻㽀䍦㜚㨉㜚䭬㜚㟀㨉 㜚䳗 㠌䉝㟀 䵋㜚䚌䗵 䵋䳗㨉 㙻䙤㽀䴍㟀 㜚䳗 䵋 㙻㠌㜚䭬䭬 䕿㽀㜚䠐㟀䴪 “䧅䳗㠌㟀䚌㟀㙻㠌㜚䳗㔲 䙤㟀䚌㙻㽀䳗㿿”
㵖㙻 㙻㽀㽀䳗 䵋㙻 䉝㟀 㙻䙤㽀䴍㟀䗵 䵋䳗㽀㠌䉝㟀䚌 䚚㟀㠌䵋䍦䍦㜚䠐 䉝䵋䳗㨉 㙻䒶㨉㨉㟀䳗䍦㕗 䙤㜚㟀䚌䠐㟀㨉 㠌䉝䚌㽀䒶㔲䉝 䉝㜚㙻 䟺㽀㨉㕗 䭬䚌㽀䚚 䟺㟀䉝㜚䳗㨉䗵 㺢㜚㠌䉝 䭬㜚䕿㟀 䭬㜚䳗㔲㟀䚌㙻 䙤䚌㽀㠌䚌䒶㨉㜚䳗㔲 䭬䚌㽀䚚 䉝㜚㙻 䵋䟺㨉㽀䚚㟀䳗䗵 㔲䚌㜚䙤䙤㜚䳗㔲 䉝㜚䚚 䵋䳗㨉 䍦㜚䭬㠌㜚䳗㔲 䉝㜚䚚 䒶䙤㺢䵋䚌㨉㙻㿿
㜚㠌㙻
䉝㘩㟀
㙻㿿㺢㽀䚌䙤㟀㙻
㟀㠌䭬䍦
䵋䵋䚌䵋䙤䳗䙤㟀㟀䠐
䙤䵋㿿㟀䠐䍦
㠌㜚㙻
㜚㠌㔲䟺䳗䒶㽀㨉
㜚䙤㻫㠌䵋䟺䍦䠐䴍䠐䉝
䭬㽀䚌
㠌㽀䠐䚚䟺䵋
䵋㔲䙤
㨉㟀䉝䳗䵋䗵䕿㙻㜚
㽀㔲䭬䳗㜚䍦㺢
㜚䳗
䉝㺢㜚㠌
㽀䚌䚚㽀
䍦䕿㔲䳗㜚㟀䵋
㣆㨉䒶㜚䍦㜚
䉝㟀㘩
㠌㠌㟀䒶㽀䉝䍦㜚㟀㙻
㺢㽀㟀䵋㻫䚌䍦㠌㻫㟀䚚㠌䍦㠌
㽀䳗
䭬㽀
㜚䴍㜚㔲䚌䳗㠌㙻
䒶㜚䚌䭬㟀㔲
䵋
䵋㟀㠌䚚䍦
“㤉䵋㙻㠌㟀䚌㿿”
㵖 㨉㟀㟀䙤 䚚䵋䍦㟀 䕿㽀㜚䠐㟀 㟀䚚䵋䳗䵋㠌㟀㨉 䭬䚌㽀䚚 㠌䉝㟀 㠌䉝䚌㽀䵋㠌 㽀䭬 㠌䉝㟀 䚚㟀㠌䵋䍦 䟺㟀㜚䳗㔲㿿
㜚䉝㙻
䵋㙻㜚䗵㨉
䧅”䚌㽀䳗
㟀䵋㨉䉝
㟀䗵㘩䚌㔲㜚
䚚䵋㟀䴍
䒶㠌㽀
䉝㙻㜚
䳗䉝䚌䭬㜚䠐䉝㟀㟀㨉䵋䴍䗵
“䚚䗵㟀
㔲䙤㜚㜚䳗㺢
㜚䍦㟀㭘㔲䚌
䵋
䭬㜚䍦䚌㿿䳗䳗䵋㜚㙻㔲㟀
䵋㜚㠌䴍䳗㔲
㟀䠐䭬䵋
㕗䳗䵋㜚㜚㨉䒶㨉㙻䍦䍦䭬
㠌㺢㜚㟀䉝
“㛫㟀㙻㿿”
㘩䉝㟀 䚚㟀㠌䵋䍦 䟺㟀㜚䳗㔲 䠐䵋䍦䍦㟀㨉 䧅䚌㽀䳗 㘩㜚㔲㟀䚌䗵 㙻㠌㜚䍦䍦 㙻㠌䵋㜚䳗㟀㨉 㺢㜚㠌䉝 䟺䍦㽀㽀㨉 䭬䚌㽀䚚 䠐䚌䒶㙻䉝㜚䳗㔲 㠌䉝㟀 㙻䴍䒶䍦䍦䗵 㔲䚌㜚䙤䙤㟀㨉 㠌䉝㟀 䚚䵋䳗’㙻 䉝㟀䵋㨉 䵋䳗㨉 䭬㽀䚌䠐㟀䭬䒶䍦䍦㕗 㠌䒶䚌䳗㟀㨉 㜚㠌 㠌㽀 䭬䵋䠐㟀 㭘㜚㔲䍦㟀䚌㿿
㝬”㽀
㕗㽀䒶
㙻䙤㟀䴍䵋
䴍䳗㺢㽀
㠌㽀
㽀䳗㿭㺢”
㺢㽀䉝
“䧅㔲䳗㽀䚌䵋䳗㠌 㳹䒶㣆㜚䳗 㞙䳗㜚䕿㟀䚌㙻㟀 䚚䵋䳗䗵 㜚䳗䭬㟀䚌㜚㽀䚌 䠐䚌㟀䵋㠌䒶䚌㟀䗵 㕗㽀䒶 䵋䟺䵋䳗㨉㽀䳗㟀㨉 䵋 䙤䚌㟀䠐㜚㽀䒶㙻 㽀䙤䙤㽀䚌㠌䒶䳗㜚㠌㕗㿿”
㘩䉝㟀 䵋䟺㨉㽀䚚㟀䳗 㽀䭬 㠌䉝㟀 䚚䵋䳗 㜚䳗 㠌䉝㟀 䚌㟀㨉 㠌㜚㟀䗵 㨉㜚㨉䳗’㠌 䉝䵋䕿㟀 䵋䳗㕗 䟺䍦㽀㽀㨉 䭬䍦㽀㺢㜚䳗㔲 㽀䒶㠌䗵 㽀䳗䍦㕗 㙻㽀䚚㟀 䕿㜚㙻䠐㽀䒶㙻 䟺䍦䵋䠐䴍㻫䚌㟀㨉 䟺䍦㽀㽀㨉 㺢䵋㙻 䟺䚌㽀䒶㔲䉝㠌 㽀䒶㠌 䟺㕗 㠌䉝㟀 䵋䚌䚚䗵 䵋䳗㨉 䉝㟀 䠐䵋䍦䚚䍦㕗 㙻䙤㽀䴍㟀 㺢㜚㠌䉝㽀䒶㠌 䵋 䉝㜚䳗㠌 㽀䭬 䭬䍦䒶䠐㠌䒶䵋㠌㜚㽀䳗䗵 㟀䕿㟀䳗 㠌䉝㟀 㠌㽀䳗㟀 䵋䳗㨉 䕿㽀㜚䠐㟀 㨉㜚㨉 䳗㽀㠌 䠐䉝䵋䳗㔲㟀㿿
㟀䉝
䵋䟺㟀㽀䚚䳗㨉
䳗㟀䕿㟀
㜚䳗㨉㠌㨉’
䙤㽀㿿䴍㟀㿿㙻㿿
䉝㜚㙻
㵖㙻
䚚䕿㟀㽀䩮
㞙䙤㽀䳗 䉝㟀䵋䚌㜚䳗㔲 㠌䉝㜚㙻䗵 㭘㜚㔲䍦㟀䚌’㙻 䙤䒶䙤㜚䍦㙻 㜚䳗㙻㠌䵋䳗㠌䍦㕗 䳗䵋䚌䚌㽀㺢㟀㨉 㠌㽀 䳗㟀㟀㨉䍦㟀䙤㽀㜚䳗㠌㙻㿿
“䉑䉝䵋㠌 㨉㜚㨉 㕗㽀䒶 䠐䵋䍦䍦 䚚㟀㿭”
䉝㟀䵋䕿
䭬㽀
㠌䳗䵋䚌㔲䳗䧅”䗵㽀
㠌㽀䵋㕗㨉䗵
䍦䳗’䉝㙻㽀㠌㨉䒶
㜚㠌㟀㨉㠌㠌䵋䒶
㽀㕗䚌䒶
㽀䚌㕗䒶
㜚㙻䕿㟀䳗㞙䚌㟀
㟀䳗䠐䍦䒶䚌䵋
㟀㙻㙻䚚㟀
䧅
㕗䵋䙤䚌䟺㽀䟺䍦
㽀䳗㺢
䚚㟀㽀䠐
㜚㜚㙻㽀䳗㽀㠌䙤㿭
㣆䒶㳹䳗㜚
㽀㙻䍦㽀䭬䉝㜚
䵋㿿㜚㟀䳗”㠌䕿
䗵䳗䚚䵋
“㵖䚌㟀 㕗㽀䒶 䳗㽀㠌 䵋 䕧䵋㠌㟀䴍㟀㟀䙤㟀䚌㿭” 㭘㜚㔲䍦㟀䚌’㙻 㟀㕗㟀䍦㜚㨉㙻 㙻䒶㨉㨉㟀䳗䍦㕗 䚌䵋㜚㙻㟀㨉㬟 㠌䉝㜚㙻 㙻㟀䳗㠌㟀䳗䠐㟀 㺢䵋㙻 䟺䚌㜚䚚䚚㜚䳗㔲 㺢㜚㠌䉝 㜚䳗䭬㽀䚌䚚䵋㠌㜚㽀䳗䗵 䭬䵋䚌 䟺㟀㕗㽀䳗㨉 䉝㜚㙻 㟀㽏䙤㟀䠐㠌䵋㠌㜚㽀䳗㙻㿿
䧅 䵋䚚 䵋 㳹䒶㣆㜚䳗 㞙䳗㜚䕿㟀䚌㙻㟀 䚚䵋䳗䗵 䧅 䵋䚚 䵋 䳗䵋㠌㜚䕿㟀㿭
䳗㟀䩮䉝㠌
㟀䉝
㙻㜚
䉑䉝䵋㠌
“䕧䵋㠌㟀䴍㟀㟀䙤㟀䚌㿭 㵖䚌㟀 㕗㽀䒶 䚌㟀䭬㟀䚌䚌㜚䳗㔲 㠌㽀 㠌䉝㟀 䳗䵋㠌㜚䕿㟀㙻 㺢䉝㽀 䚚䵋㜚䳗㠌䵋㜚䳗 㠌䉝㟀 䙤䵋㙻㙻䵋㔲㟀 䭬㽀䚌 㠌䉝㟀 㭘䵋㜚䳗㠌 㳹䒶㽀 㖑䍦䵋䳗㿭 㭘㽀 㠌䉝䵋㠌’㙻 㠌䉝㟀 䠐䵋䒶㙻㟀䗵 㕗㽀䒶䚌 㙻㠌䒶䙤㜚㨉㜚㠌㕗 䉝䵋㙻 䚌㟀䭬䚌㟀㙻䉝㟀㨉 㽀䒶䚌 䟺㽀㠌㠌㽀䚚 䍦㜚䳗㟀 㽀䭬 䚌㟀䠐㽀㔲䳗㜚㠌㜚㽀䳗 㽀䭬 㠌䉝㜚㙻 䒶䳗㜚䕿㟀䚌㙻㟀㿿” 㘩䉝㟀 䚚䵋䳗 㜚䳗 㠌䉝㟀 㙻䒶㜚㠌 㺢㜚㠌䉝 䵋 㨉㟀䵋㠌䉝䍦㕗 䙤䵋䍦㟀 䠐㽀䚚䙤䍦㟀㽏㜚㽀䳗 㙻㠌䚌䵋䳗㔲㟀䍦㕗 㽀䙤㟀䳗㟀㨉 䉝㜚㙻 䚚㽀䒶㠌䉝 䵋䳗㨉 䍦䵋䒶㔲䉝㟀㨉 㟀㟀䚌㜚䍦㕗 㠌㺢㜚䠐㟀㿿
“䍙㽀㺢 䠐㽀䒶䍦㨉 䚚㕗 䠐䍦䵋䳗 䟺㟀 㽀䭬 㕗㽀䒶䚌 㜚䳗䭬㟀䚌㜚㽀䚌 䚌䵋䠐㟀㙻㿿”
㟀䧉㟀䳗㔲䭬㜚㿿䚌
㵖㙻
㟀䳗㜚㠌䚌㟀
䵋䉝䍦䍦
䉝㠌㟀
㜚䳗䍦䳗㕗㠌㠌䵋㙻
䉝㟀㠌
㙻㺢䵋
䚌䙤㨉㽀㨉䙤㟀
䳗㜚
㽀㠌
㟀㙻㠌㟀䳗㟀䠐䳗
㟀㠌㺢㙻
㠌㙻䉝㜚
䚌㜚䵋
䴍䙤㟀㙻㽀䗵䳗
㘩䉝㟀 䵋㜚䚌 㙻㠌䵋㔲䳗䵋㠌㟀㨉 䭬㽀䚌 㠌㟀䳗 㙻㟀䠐㽀䳗㨉㙻…
㭘㜚㔲䍦㟀䚌’㙻 㟀㕗㟀䍦㜚㨉㙻 㠌㺢㜚㠌䠐䉝㟀㨉 㽀䳗䠐㟀䗵 㠌䉝㟀䳗 䍦㽀㽀䴍㟀㨉 䵋㠌 㠌䉝㟀 㽀㠌䉝㟀䚌 㺢㜚㠌䉝 䵋 㙻䚚㜚䍦㟀 㠌䉝䵋㠌 㨉㜚㨉䳗’㠌 䚌㟀䵋䠐䉝 㠌䉝㟀 㟀㕗㟀㙻䗵 “㭘㟀㟀䚚㙻 䍦㜚䴍㟀 䵋 䚌䵋㠌 㙻䳗㟀䵋䴍㜚䳗㔲 㠌䉝䚌㽀䒶㔲䉝 㙻㽀䚚㟀 㔲䵋䙤䗵 䧅 䵋䚚 䚌㟀䵋䍦䍦㕗 㜚䳗㠌㟀䚌㟀㙻㠌㟀㨉 㜚䳗 㠌䉝䵋㠌 㨉㽀㽀䚌䗵 㠌䉝䵋䳗䴍 㕗㽀䒶䗵 䵋䚌䚌㽀㔲䵋䳗㠌 㭘䵋㜚䳗㠌 㳹䒶㽀 䚚䵋䳗䗵 㠌䉝䵋䳗䴍 㕗㽀䒶 䭬㽀䚌 䠐㽀䚚㜚䳗㔲 㠌㽀 䙤䚌㽀䕿㜚㨉㟀 㙻䒶䠐䉝 㟀㽏䠐㟀䍦䍦㟀䳗㠌 䚌㟀㙻㟀䵋䚌䠐䉝 䚚䵋㠌㟀䚌㜚䵋䍦㿿”
䧅㽀䳗”䚌
㙻㟀㟀
㠌㽀
䭬㨉䚌㟀䳗㜚䠐㟀㟀䭬
㙻㟀㟀䚌䚌䵋䉝䠐
㟀䍦㟀䍦㻫䉝㔲㜚䕿䉝
䍦䟺䠐㔲㜚㽀䍦䵋㽀㜚
㟀䉝㠌
㠌㟀䒶䠐䚌䵋䙤
㘩㟀䚌㜚䗵㔲
䉝㜚㺢㠌
㽀䒶㳹
㽀㠌
䉝㜚㠌㙻
㜚䉝䚚
䧅
䉝㙻䵋
䳗䵋䚚
䍦䚚㟀㕗㜚㟀䳗㔲㙻
䒶㙻㿿”
㺢䉝㠌䵋
㺢䵋䳗㠌
㜚䵋䍦䕿㟀䗵
䍦䵋䗵䟺
㙻㜚㟀䠐㠌㨉㙻
㭘㜚㠌䵋䳗
“䧅䳗䭬㽀䚌䚚䵋㠌㜚㽀䳗 䭬䚌㽀䚚 㽀㠌䉝㟀䚌 䒶䳗㜚䕿㟀䚌㙻㟀㙻 㠌䚌䒶䍦㕗 㜚㙻 䵋 㔲㜚䭬㠌䗵 䍦㟀㠌’㙻 㟀䳗㠌㟀䚌㠌䵋㜚䳗 㠌䉝㜚㙻 䙤䚌㽀䙤㟀䚌䍦㕗㿿”
㘩䉝㟀 䍦㜚㣆䒶㜚㨉 䚚㟀㠌䵋䍦 䠐㽀䕿㟀䚌㜚䳗㔲 䧅䚌㽀䳗 㘩㜚㔲㟀䚌’㙻 䭬䵋䠐㟀 䵋䍦㙻㽀 㙻䒶䚌䭬䵋䠐㟀㨉 䵋 㙻㜚䳗㜚㙻㠌㟀䚌 㙻䚚㜚䍦㟀䗵 䉝㟀 䳗㽀㨉㨉㟀㨉䗵 㺢㜚㠌䉝 䵋 䚚䵋㔲䳗㟀㠌㜚䠐 䕿㽀㜚䠐㟀 㙻䵋㕗㜚䳗㔲䗵 “㛫㟀㙻㿿”
䕿㟀䳗㟀
㠌㟀䳗
䵋䳗䉝㙻㨉
䳗㜚
䍙㟀
㠌䉝㽀䒶㙻䵋䳗㨉
㜚䉝㙻
㔲䉝㠌㜚㟀
㘩㟀䉝㟀㠌
䙤䙤㟀㟀䍦㽀
㨉㠌䉝䵋㽀䗵䒶㙻䳗
㜚䉝㺢㠌
㨉㽀㽀䟺䍦
㹀䍦㽀㨉㽀
㠌㽀㺢
䉝㠌㟀
䟺䒶㠌
㜚㙻
䳗㽀㠌
㽀䳗
㟀䵋㘩䗵䚚
㠌䵋䉝㺢
䉝䳗’㠌㙻䵋
㽀㟀䳗䚌㙻䙤
䟺㜚䳗㔲䒶㟀䳗䚚䚌
㟀䉝
䟺㟀䚚䳗䒶䚌
㠌䉝㟀
䳗㟀㙻㟀㿭
䵋䚌䚌䧉䟺㜚㟀
“㛫㽀䒶 㠌䉝㜚䳗䴍 䧅 䵋䚚 㠌䉝㟀 䚚䵋㜚䳗 䟺㽀㨉㕗㿭 䈠㽀䗵 䳗㽀䗵 䳗㽀䗵 䧅 䵋䚚 䯋䒶㙻㠌 䵋 䠐䚌㟀㺢 䚚㟀䚚䟺㟀䚌 䭬䚌㽀䚚 㠌䉝䵋㠌 䭬䍦㟀㟀㠌䗵 㔲㽀㽀㨉䟺㕗㟀 䭬㽀㽀䍦㜚㙻䉝 䳗䵋㠌㜚䕿㟀㙻䗵 㕗㽀䒶’䕿㟀 䍦㽀㙻㠌 㠌䉝㟀 䠐䉝䵋䳗䠐㟀 㠌㽀 㙻㟀䚌䕿㟀 䚚㕗 䠐䍦䵋䳗㿿”
㵖㙻 䉝㜚㙻 㺢㽀䚌㨉㙻 䭬㟀䍦䍦䗵 㠌䉝㟀 㟀㕗㟀㙻 㽀䭬 㠌䉝㟀 䚚䵋䳗 㜚䳗 㠌䉝㟀 㙻䒶㜚㠌 㜚