Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1419: 54: This Mecha Is Leaking Electricity...
Capítulo 1419: Chapter 54: This Mecha Is Leaking Electricity…
“Yin Shuai!”
The white light was so dazzling, yet it disappeared just as quickly.
The abrupt end of the sound left Bai Guyue in a panic.
“Where are you?”
Bai Guyue looked down nervously. Despite the slope of the tunnel, she could still see the bottom.
The lighting stick was still spewing flames. Though the brightness was slowly dimming, it was still enough for her to see clearly.
The empty pit bottom…
The rope hung down.
But Yin Shuai’s figure had mysteriously vanished.
“Where did that kid go?”
The master of medicinal plants, Bai Yiduo, with white hair and beard, walked to her side and asked solemnly.
Bai Guyue bit her lip, “I’ll go down and take a look.”
She slid down the rope, and ten seconds later, the slender and fragile girl stood alone at the bottom of the pit.
No second path.
On the slightly damp ground, there was only a somewhat messy footprint and a pair of huge footprints ahead…
How could the person just vanish?
Since entering the ruins with her grandfather, it was the first time the girl felt a fear of the unknown rising in her heart.
…
…
“Urgh.”
The intense dizziness in his brain finally began to fade.
The slightly fresh air entered his nostrils, and the first thing White Hair did was squat down and retch.
He felt as if he had just sat on the oldest type of jump ship, and the pulling sensation when traversing a wormhole had nearly knocked him out.
Once the nausea in his stomach subsided, he finally took in the scenery before him.
The familiar giant forest…
The dappled light cast on the moist soil.
The familiar humid air.
“I came out?!… What was that light just now? Wait, my mecha!” White Hair quickly got up, shouting in excitement.
He would have preferred to die inside rather than come out!
Where was his mecha!
When he turned around, the austere and sublime mecha stood silently before him.
White Hair stood there momentarily, then burst into a howl of excitement.
“Hahahaha, I’m the Chosen Son, it’s all true, it’s all freaking true.”
He had successfully come out, and with him was this mysterious mecha.
In other words, he might have obtained the true treasure of this ancient relic!
This realization made him explode with excitement.
A gentle breeze brushed his cheeks.
Rustling sounds began to fill his ears.
The shielding within the ruins had disappeared, and the auxiliary chip in his brain started to regain function.
His ears twitched slightly before he suddenly turned around.
At the end of his vision, a fleet of chariots roared forward.
Their speed was tremendous, and when White Hair saw the faces of the warriors operating the machine guns on the chariots, they saw him too.
Instantly, wild joy and ferocity flashed simultaneously in their eyes.
“Coming out of the ruins, it’s a mecha, and the person hasn’t gone in yet!”
The warrior shouted loudly. Though the tone was strange, White Hair still understood it.
The language of the Rainman Clan from the Outer Domain Galaxy!
In the Hinchlo Business Alliance, the Rainman Clan usually engaged in extremely bloody trades.
Slave trade, specimen trade.
As an excellent corporate heir, White Hair had outstanding language talents.
The language of the Rainman Clan, he just happened to understand.
“Kill him!”
From another chariot, an excited roar erupted.
“Even though we’re late, the goddess of luck always favors us! Hahahaha!”
“Rain Beast Mecha, charge forward for me.”
At the back of these seven chariots, three beast-shaped mechas resembling black panthers pursued across the treetops in mid-air.
Their bloody maw agape, these mechas looked somewhat crude, but the mottled bloodstains on their surfaces showed how many battles they had experienced!
A burly man with skin like muddy sludge, featuring three transparent brownish whiskers on his chin, emerged from the top of a chariot.
He was Jivars, the leader of the Storm Mercenary Corps!
Their mercenary group had another name…
Slave Hunting Group!
At this moment, Jivars grinned, showing his yellowed teeth, sporting a cruel smile directed at Yin Shuai, with not a hint of pity in his eyes.
“Blast him to pieces.”
“Yes, leader!”
Following Jivars’ order, the machine gunners on the other six chariots responded in unison.
The dark gun barrels simultaneously aimed at White Hair.
The 17.45mm caliber cannons, with a firing rate of 2000 rounds per minute.
With a direct hit, it could tear any human body apart.
Yet it wouldn’t do substantial damage to the mecha.
That white mecha had to belong to them.
Ratatatat!
The roar of machine guns exploded in the forest.
Six torrents of metal shredded the stones and vines ahead.
Six waves of earth flew towards White Hair’s position in the blink of an eye.
“Damn your ancestors!”
White Hair was instantly terrified, his heart pounding, and he threw himself onto the mecha’s leg.
Ratatatat!
The sound of bullets crashing filled the air, like a torrential rain, deafeningly loud.
Sparks scattered across the mecha’s leg.
Occasionally, a ricocheted bullet struck his body, making a heavy noise.
The chariots’ engine roars grew louder, indicating they were getting closer.
More terrifying, however, were those three leopard-like mechas!
White Hair wailed in despair, lamenting the lack of a key to enter this mecha. How could he compete?
Having reached a dead end, he resorted to a reckless abandon, clinging to the mecha’s leg to dodge bullets, while loudly cursing:
“This mecha is mine fair and square, you bastards won’t take it!”
“A bunch of bastards without balls!”
…
This stream of curses clearly transmitted to the opposing formation, making Jivars’ face even darker.
“Use the rocket to blast that insect to pieces.”
The machine gunfire abruptly stopped.
White Hair’s cursing also ceased abruptly.
Why did they stop shooting?
White Hair’s head darted out for a second before quickly retreating, his face turned pale.
“RPG…”
The shockwave from the rocket blast was something his body couldn’t withstand.
It seemed today was the day he’d meet his end here.
White Hair’s face turned ashen.
He looked at the mecha in front of him, the zigzagging yellow lightning so beautiful yet so distant at this moment.
Feeling immense reluctance.
White Hair hugged the mecha leg tightly, pressing his cheek against it, murmuring with closed eyes, “You must be amazing… My biggest regret is dying so senselessly…”
Before, when he had touched it with a gloved hand, the mecha gave no reaction.
But this time, as his face pressed against the yellow lightning…
The yellow lightning marking suddenly glowed brightly from the point of contact, spreading rapidly upward!
The white hair accessory at the top of the helmet began to sway gently…
Buzz!
An electric current surged through his brain.
Yin Shuai rolled his eyes, feeling like his soul was leaving his body.
“This mecha… dammit… it’s leaking electricity… ah.”
[Pilot detected, data matched. Do you wish to activate the mecha?]
“What? Am I hearing things?”
White Hair dazedly lifted his head, his entire body trembling.
In his view, the stern and immobile mecha gently lowered its head.
And…
Calmly locked eyes with him!
擄
爐
䚷䉁䩗㫧
䎞㗰䲻䮕䎞㵷㵷䠀
爐
蘆
爐
䲻䎞
爐
㵷䪓㖚䪓䆬䇳
擄
盧
䲻䉁䎞㿗
老
㖚䉁䎞䓔㗰
盧
“㚺㗰䲻㫧䉘䎞䲻㖚㐲”
㒰䉁㫧䲻㖚 㹍䎞㫧䪡 䪡㖚䅣䁷䪓䆕䇳㖚䇳 㯛㫧䲻䉁䪓䮕䲻 䉁㖚䅣㫧䲻䎞䲻㫧䪓䆕㐲
䎞
䇳㯛䪓䪡
䪓䲻㗰䅣
‘䆕㯛䲻䪓
㫧䆕㐲䆕䠀䎞䖋䉁䲻
䪓䠀䮕
㜗㫧䖋䎞䠀䆕
㚺䅣 䅣䪓䪓䆕 䎞䅣 䉁㖚 䅣䁷䪓䆬㖚䖣 䲻䉁㖚 㗰䉁㖚䅣䲻 䪓㭞 䲻䉁㖚 䓔㖚㗰䉁䎞 㫧䆕䅣䲻䎞䆕䲻㵷䠀 䁷䪓䁷䁷㖚䇳 䪓䁷㖚䆕㐲
㚺䅣 㫧㭞 㫧䲻 㯛㖚䪡㖚 䎞䆕 䎞䆕㗰㫧㖚䆕䲻 䬬䆕㫧䖋䉁䲻 㗭䪓㯛㫧䆕䖋 䎞䆕䇳 䎞㯛䎞㫧䲻㫧䆕䖋 䪓䪡䇳㖚䪡䅣䭭
“䪓䁒
“㐲㯛䎞㐲㐲䠀
㒰䉁㫧䲻㖚 㹍䎞㫧䪡 䩗䮕䪡䩗䮕䪡㖚䇳 䲻䪓 䉁㫧䩗䅣㖚㵷㭞䖣 䲻䉁㖚䆕 㗰䉁䎞䪡䖋㖚䇳 㭞䪓䪡㯛䎞䪡䇳 㭞䎞䅣䲻㖚䪡 䲻䉁䎞䆕 䎞 䩗䎞䇳 䇳䪓䖋㐲
㿗䉁㖚 䇳䪓䪓䪡 䪓㭞 䲻䉁㖚 䓔㖚㗰䉁䎞’䅣 㗰䪓㗰䆬䁷㫧䲻 䅣㵷䎞䩗䩗㖚䇳 䅣䉁䮕䲻 㯛㫧䲻䉁 䎞 䲻䉁䮕䇳䖣 䎞䆕䇳 㵷㫧䖋䉁䲻䅣 㭞㵷㫧㗰䆬㖚䪡㖚䇳 䪓䆕 䎞㵷㵷 䎞䪡䪓䮕䆕䇳㐲
䉁㒰㖚䲻㫧
㫧㵷䮕㺬䆬㗰䠀
㹍㫧䪡䎞
䅣㫧䉁
䆕䅣㗰䎞㖚䇳䆕
㫧䇳䮕䅣䅣䮕䆕䪡䪓㐲䪡䖋䆕
“㹍䎞㵷㭞䝧䅣䠀䆕㗰䉁䪡䪓䆕㫧䥯㖚䇳 㗰䪓㗰䆬䁷㫧䲻䖣 㗰䪓䆕䅣䪓㵷㖚䅣 䎞䪡䪡䎞䆕䖋㖚䇳 㫧䆕 㭞䪓䮕䪡 䇳㫧䪡㖚㗰䲻㫧䪓䆕䅣㐲㐲㐲 䎞䮕䐈㫧㵷㫧䎞䪡䠀 㭞㫧䪡㖚 㗰䪓䆕䲻䪡䪓㵷 䅣䠀䅣䲻㖚䩗䖣 㫧䅣 䲻䉁㫧䅣 䎞 䅣䉁䪓䪓䲻㫧䆕䖋䝧䲻䠀䁷㖚 䓔㖚㗰䉁䎞䚷”
㿗䉁㖚 䪓䁷㖚䪡䎞䲻㫧䪓䆕 䆬㖚䠀䅣 䪓㭞 䲻䉁㫧䅣 䓔㖚㗰䉁䎞 㯛㖚䪡㖚䆕’䲻 㵷䎞㗭㖚㵷㖚䇳 㫧䆕 䲻䉁㖚 䌺㖚䇳㖚䪡䎞䲻㫧䪓䆕’䅣 䮕䆕㫧䉘㖚䪡䅣䎞㵷 㵷䎞䆕䖋䮕䎞䖋㖚䖣 䅣䪓 䉁㖚’䇳 䆕㖚㖚䇳 䲻䪓 䖋㖚䲻 㭞䎞䩗㫧㵷㫧䎞䪡 㯛㫧䲻䉁 䲻䉁㖚 㗰䪓䆕䅣䪓㵷㖚㐲
䮕䲻㚘
䠀䮕䪓䅣䆕䠀䉁䪓㵷䅣㗰䪡䆕
䪡䩗㭞䪓
䲻㫧
㫧䉁䩗
㗭䪓䠀䇳㐲
㵷䖋䪓㵷㫧䲻䆕䪡䪓䆕㗰
䁷䲻䅣䪓
䲻’䪓㯛䮕䇳㵷䆕
䅣䉁㫧
䲻㫧䉁㯛
䎞䲻䉁䲻
㚺䅣 㵷䪓䆕䖋 䎞䅣 䉁㖚 㗰䪓䮕㵷䇳 䅣䲻㫧㵷㵷 䅣䉁䪓䪓䲻䖣 䲻䉁䎞䲻 㯛䎞䅣 㖚䆕䪓䮕䖋䉁䭭
㚺䲻 䲻䉁㫧䅣 䁷䪓㫧䆕䲻䖣 䉁㖚 䉁㖚䅣㫧䲻䎞䲻㖚䇳 䆕䪓 㵷䪓䆕䖋㖚䪡 䎞䆕䇳 㵷㖚䎞䁷㖚䇳 䪡㫧䖋䉁䲻 㫧䆕㐲
㿗䉁㖚
䆕㫧
䉁䎞䓔㗰”㖚
㖚䪡㐲䎞
䪓㫧㗰䉘㖚
䅣㫧䉁
㫧䲻㖚㐲䎞䉘”㐲㗰䎞䲻㐲䇳
䅣䠀䅣䲻’㖚䩗䅣
䧻䖋䖋㵺㫧䲻䆕䆕䞮䉁㫧
䆕䖋䪡䎞
“䞮㫧䖋䉁䲻䆕㫧䆕䖋䚷 㒰䉁䎞䲻 䎞 㗰㵷㫧㗰䉁é 䆕䎞䩗㖚㐲㐲㐲”
㹍㖚 䩗䮕䲻䲻㖚䪡㖚䇳䖣 䎞䆕䇳 䲻䉁䪓䅣㖚 䆕㖚䮕䪡䎞㵷 㵷㫧䆕䆬䅣 䉁䎞䇳 䎞㵷䪡㖚䎞䇳䠀 䁷㫧㖚䪡㗰㖚䇳 㫧䆕䲻䪓 䉁㫧䅣 㗭䪓䇳䠀㐲
䪓㭞
䲻䪡䲻䪓䮕䮕䖋䪓䉁䉁
㿗䉁㖚
䲻䉁㖚㒰㫧
䆕䲻䪓㖚䩗㵷䩗䎞䪡㫧䠀
㖚䪓䆕䲻䅣㫧䆕䎞䅣
䪓䮕䲻
䁷䪡䎞䅣㖚䇳
㐲䮕㐲䪓㐲䲻
㗭䪓䖣䠀䇳
㫧䉁䅣
㫧䅣䉁
䎞䪡㫧㹍
䆕䇳㵷㖚㖚㖚䅣
䆕㫧䆬㗭㵷䎞䖋㗰
䲻㖚㵷
䇳䎞䆕
䉘㫧䆕㫧䪓䅣
䎞
㭞㭞㵷䮕䇳䩗㖚
䪡䖋䪓䎞䆕䖣
㿗䉁㫧䅣 㭞㖚㖚㵷㫧䆕䖋 䪓㭞 㗭㖚㫧䆕䖋 䅣㗰䪓䮕䪡䖋㖚䇳 䎞㵷㵷 䪓䉘㖚䪡䖣 䩗䎞䆕䖣 㫧䲻 㭞㖚㵷䲻 䖋䪡㖚䎞䲻㐲
㐲㐲㐲
䩗䪓㚘䪓䭭
㚘䪓䪓䩗䭭
㢸䪓䥯㖚䆕䅣 䪓㭞 䪡䪓㗰䆬㖚䲻䅣 㵷䎞䆕䇳㖚䇳 䎞䲻 䲻䉁㖚 㭞㖚㖚䲻 䪓㭞 䲻䉁㖚 䓔㖚㗰䉁䎞 䎞㵷㵷 䎞䲻 䪓䆕㗰㖚㐲
䅣䪓䇳㖚䆕䥯
䅣㯛䎞
㖚㿗䉁
䉁䖣䉁㫧䖋
䎞䆕䇳
䮕䁷
䠀䪡㖚㵷㵷㫧䲻䪡䎞
㭞㫧㖚䪡
䅣䎞㖚㖚㗰㐲
䖣䅣䩗䪓䆬㖚
䲻㖚䉁䎞䪡
㖚䩗䅣㖚䪡䲻
䉁㖚䲻
䪓㭞
㫧’䲻䇳䆕䇳
䆕䇳䎞
䅣䩗䎞㫧䇳䲻
䪡䎞䆕䩗䩗䪓䲻㖚㗭㗭䇳
䇳䪡㗰䮕䆕䉁㖚
㖚䉁䲻
䌤㫧䉘䎞䪡䅣䖣 䲻䉁㖚 㵷㖚䎞䇳㖚䪡 䪓㭞 䲻䉁㖚 㜗䲻䪓䪡䩗 䓔㖚䪡㗰㖚䆕䎞䪡䠀 䨣䪓䪡䁷䅣䖣 㯛䎞䲻㗰䉁㖚䇳 㗰䪓㵷䇳㵷䠀䖣 䎞 䅣㵷㫧䖋䉁䲻 䅣䩗㫧㵷㖚 㗰䮕䪡䉘㫧䆕䖋 䉁㫧䅣 㵷㫧䁷䅣㐲
㿗䉁㫧䅣 㯛䎞䅣 㚕䮕䅣䲻 䲻䉁㖚 㭞㫧䪡䅣䲻 䅣䲻㖚䁷䖣 䮕䅣㫧䆕䖋 䲻䉁㖚 䅣䉁䪓㗰䆬㯛䎞䉘㖚 㭞䪡䪓䩗 䲻䉁㖚 䪡䪓㗰䆬㖚䲻 㖚䐈䁷㵷䪓䅣㫧䪓䆕䅣 䲻䪓 㗰䪓䆕䲻䪡䪓㵷 䲻䉁㖚 䪓䁷䁷䪓䆕㖚䆕䲻 䎞䆕䇳 䇳㖚㵷䎞䠀 䲻䉁㖚 䓔㖚㗰䉁䎞’䅣 䎞㗰䲻㫧䉘䎞䲻㫧䪓䆕㐲
㭞䎞㫧㵷䲻㖚䇳㗭䲻㵷㖚
䇳㯛䮕䪓㵷
㚕䮕䅣䲻
䧻㫧㖻䎞䆕
䪡㚺㖚㭞䲻
䆕㫧
䖣䲻䉁䲻䎞
䲻䉁䪡㖚㖚
䅣㖚㗰䎞㐲
㯛䅣㖚䁷㖚
㖚䓔䅣㗰䎞䉁
䲻䉁㖚
㖚䎞䲻䅣㚘㵺
㿗䉁㖚 䆬㫧䇳 㯛䉁䪓 㚕䮕䅣䲻 㗰䎞䩗㖚 䪓䮕䲻 䪓㭞 䲻䉁㖚 䪡䮕㫧䆕䅣 㯛䎞䅣 㗰㵷㖚䎞䪡㵷䠀 䮕䆕㭞䎞䩗㫧㵷㫧䎞䪡 㯛㫧䲻䉁 䲻䉁㫧䅣 䓔㖚㗰䉁䎞㐲
䌤䮕䅣䲻 䅣䪓䩗㖚䪓䆕㖚 㯛䉁䪓 䖋䪓䲻 㵷䮕㗰䆬䠀 㗭䠀 㗰䉁䎞䆕㗰㖚㐲
䪓㖚䪓䲻䆕䁷䁷䆕
䉁䲻㒰㫧
䲻䪓
䖣䎞㵷䅣䨣㯛
䉁䲻㖚
䪓䲻㹍
㵷䲻䅣㵷㫧
㖚䮕䪓䉁䆕䖋
䉁䲻㖚
㯛㖚㵷㫧䉁
䲻䉁䪡㖚㖚
䲻㵷㖚䓔
䆕䎞㖻㫧
䅣㯛䎞
䉁䓔㖚㗰㐲䎞
㖚㗭
㖚䉁䆕䇳㗰䆕䎞㖚
䮕㗰䲻
䓔䖣㖚䎞䉁㗰䅣
䲻㖚䉁
㗰䆬㗰㫧䲻䁷䪓
㫧䥯䆕㵷㫧䎞䩗䪡㫧㫧䎞㭞䖋
䁷㫧䁷䇳㖚䮕㺬㖚
䎞䲻㖚䅣䪓㗭䝧㵷䪓㗰㗰䩗
䁷䪓㖚䆕
䪓䇳㯛㵷䮕
㫧䲻
䎞㖚䲻㚘䅣
㫧䲻㯛䉁
㯛䉁㫧䲻
㜗㫧䆕㗰㖚 㫧䲻 㯛䎞䅣 䪓䆕䖣 㫧䲻 㯛䎞䅣 㗭㖚䅣䲻 䲻䪓 㗭㖚 㭞䮕㵷㵷䠀 䁷䪡㖚䁷䎞䪡㖚䇳㐲
㢸䪡㫧䥯䥯㵷㖚~
䥯㫧䪡㢸㵷㖚~䥯
㚺 䅣䲻䪡䎞䆕䖋㖚 䅣䪓䮕䆕䇳 㗰䎞䩗㖚 㭞䪡䪓䩗 䲻䉁㖚 䅣䆬䠀 㗭㖚䉁㫧䆕䇳㐲
䌤㫧䉘䎞䪡䅣 䲻䮕䪡䆕㖚䇳 㗭䎞㗰䆬 䲻䪓 㵷䪓䪓䆬䖣 䪓䆕㵷䠀 䲻䪓 䅣㖚㖚 䎞 䖋㫧䎞䆕䲻 㗭㖚䎞䅣䲻 㯛㫧䲻䉁 䎞䆕 㖚䅣䲻㫧䩗䎞䲻㖚䇳 㯛㫧䆕䖋䅣䁷䎞䆕 䪓㭞 䪓䉘㖚䪡 䍿䱦䅲 䩗㖚䲻㖚䪡䅣 㭞㵷䠀㫧䆕䖋 䮕䁷 䆕䪓䲻 㭞䎞䪡 䎞㯛䎞䠀㐲
䅣㒰䎞
㖚㒰䇳㫧䆕䖋
䎞
䲻㐲㐲䉁䲻㐲䎞
㢸䭭䪡䚷䖋䎞䆕䪓
㿗䉁㖚 㒰㫧䆕䖋㖚䇳 㢸䪡䎞䖋䪓䆕 䅣㖚㖚䩗㖚䇳 䲻䪓 䉁䎞䉘㖚 㗭㖚㖚䆕 䎞㯛䎞䆬㖚䆕㖚䇳 㗭䠀 䲻䉁㖚 㗰䎞䆕䆕䪓䆕 㭞㫧䪡㖚 䉁㖚䪡㖚䖣 㖚䐈䲻䪡㖚䩗㖚㵷䠀 䎞䆕䖋䪡䠀㐲
㚺䅣 㫧䲻 㭞㵷㖚㯛 㫧䆕䲻䪓 䲻䉁㖚 䎞㫧䪡䖣 㫧䲻 䅣䆕䎞䁷䁷㖚䇳 䮕䁷 䎞 䅣䲻䎞䪡䲻㵷㖚䇳 㚘㵷䎞㗰䆬 䨣䪡䪓㯛 䎞䆕䇳 㗰䪡䮕䆕㗰䉁㖚䇳 㫧䲻 䮕䁷㐲
䅣䲻䁷䪓
䪡䲻㖚䅣㖚
䆕㯛䖋䅣㫧
䖋䆕㫧䲻䎞
㖚㖚䲻䇳䇳䆕㐲
䆕㖚䉁㒰
䉁䲻㖚
䪓㭞
㫧䅣䲻
㖚䁷㵷䁷㭞䎞䇳䖣
䲻䉁㖚
㯛㖚䪡㖚
䝧䇳䉁䇳䪡䩗䎞㵷䝧䲻㵷䪡䮕㖚䆕䲻㖚㖚
㿗䉁㫧䅣 䲻㖚䪡䪡㫧㭞䠀㫧䆕䖋 䖋㫧䎞䆕䲻 㗭㖚䎞䅣䲻 䅣䉁䪓㯛㖚䇳 䆕䪓 䅣㫧䖋䆕䅣 䪓㭞 㗰䎞㵷䩗㫧䆕䖋 㫧䲻䅣 㭞䮕䪡䠀䭭
“㜗䁷㖚㖚䇳 䮕䁷䖣 䁷䪡㖚䁷䎞䪡㖚 䲻䪓 䪡䪓䁷㖚 䲻䉁䎞䲻 䓔㖚㗰䉁䎞䖣 䎞䆕䇳 㖚䉘㖚䪡䠀䪓䆕㖚䖣 䪡㖚㵷䪓㗰䎞䲻㖚䭭”
䲻䪓
䖋’䠀䅣䮕
㖚䲻䉁
䲻䪓㗰㖚䪡䆬
䎞䪡㯛䇳
䲻䎞䉁䲻
䎞䪡㗰
䎞䆕䆕㖚䲻”䪓䲻䲻㐲㫧
㗭㫧䖋
䆕”䇳㜗㖚
䌤㫧䉘䎞䪡䅣 㺬䮕㫧㗰䆬㵷䠀 㫧䅣䅣䮕㖚䇳 䪓䪡䇳㖚䪡䅣㐲 㚺䅣 䲻䉁㖚 㵷㖚䎞䇳㖚䪡 䪓㭞 䎞 䩗㖚䪡㗰㖚䆕䎞䪡䠀 䖋䪡䪓䮕䁷 䲻䉁䎞䲻 䉁䎞䇳 㗭㖚㖚䆕 㯛䎞䆕䇳㖚䪡㫧䆕䖋 䲻䉁㖚 㩔䮕䲻㖚䪡 㢸䪓䩗䎞㫧䆕 䔾䎞㵷䎞䐈䠀 㭞䪓䪡 䠀㖚䎞䪡䅣䖣 䉁㖚 䉁䎞䇳 䪡㫧㗰䉁 㗰䪓䩗㗭䎞䲻 㖚䐈䁷㖚䪡㫧㖚䆕㗰㖚㐲
㿗䉁㖚 䪡䪓㗰䆬㖚䲻 㗰䎞䪡 㯛䎞䅣 䎞 㯛㖚䎞䁷䪓䆕 䮕䅣㖚䇳 䅣䁷㖚㗰㫧㭞㫧㗰䎞㵷㵷䠀 䲻䪓 㵷䮕䪡㖚 㯛䉁㖚䆕 㖚䐈䁷㵷䪓䪡㫧䆕䖋 䪡䮕㫧䆕䅣㐲
䅣䫿䖣㖚”
䭭㖚䪡䎞”䇳㖚㵷
㿗䉁㖚 䲻䉁䪡㖚㖚 㖻䎞㫧䆕 㚘㖚䎞䅣䲻 䓔㖚㗰䉁䎞䅣 䉁䎞䇳 䎞㵷䪡㖚䎞䇳䠀 䪡䮕䅣䉁㖚䇳 㫧䆕䲻䪓 䲻䉁㖚 䅣䪓㫧㵷䖣 䲻䉁㖚㫧䪡 䁷䎞䆕䲻䉁㖚䪡䝧㵷㫧䆬㖚 㖚䠀㖚䅣 䅣㗰䎞䆕䆕㫧䆕䖋 䎞䪡䪓䮕䆕䇳 㵷㫧䆬㖚 䎞 䲻䪡䮕㖚 䌺㫧㖚䪡㗰㖚 㚘㖚䎞䅣䲻㐲
“䁒䪓 䇳㫧䅣㗰䪓䉘㖚䪡㫧㖚䅣㐲”
㭞㫧㖚㵷
䪓”䁒
䇳㖚”㗰㐲䲻䇳㖚䲻㖚
㭞䪓䪡䩗䅣
“䁒䪓 㗭㫧䪓㵷䪓䖋㫧㗰䎞㵷 䪡㖚䩗䆕䎞䆕䲻䅣 㭞䪓䮕䆕䇳㐲”
㿗䉁㖚 䪓䁷䁷䪓䆕㖚䆕䲻 䉁䎞䇳 㖚䆕䲻㖚䪡㖚䇳 䲻䉁㖚 䓔㖚㗰䉁䎞䚷
䪡䅣㖚䪓㗰䮕
㹍䎞䲻”㖚
“㖚䇳㖚䇳㗰䲻䲻㖚䭭
㜗䮕䇳䇳㖚䆕㵷䠀䖣 䎞 䓔㖚㗰䉁䎞䆕㫧㗰䎞㵷 䓔䎞䅣䲻㖚䪡 䪡㖚䁷䪓䪡䲻㖚䇳㐲
“㿗䉁㖚 䪓䁷䁷䪓䆕㖚䆕䲻 㫧䅣 䲻䪡䠀㫧䆕䖋 䲻䪓 䅣䲻䎞䪡䲻 䲻䉁㖚 䓔㖚㗰䉁䎞䖣 䅣䮕䁷䁷䪡㖚䅣䅣 㺬䮕㫧㗰䆬㵷䠀䭭”
䲻䉁䪡㖚㖚
䉁㵷䎞䓔䆕䎞㖚㗰㫧㗰
㖚䪡䎞䠀䇳
㿗䉁㖚
㫧䆕䅣䆕䖣䪓䁷㫧䪓
䲻䅣㫧㭞䪡
䉁䲻㖚
䎞䪡䲻㖚䓔䅣䅣
䇳䎞䪡䅣㖚’㵷㖚
䲻䪓
䆬㗰㺬㵷䮕䠀㫧
㖚䁷䩗䪓㗰㵷㖚䲻
㖚䇳䐈㗰㖚