Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1443: 178: The Pan That Blocks Everything... and Takes the Blame
Capítulo 1443: Chapter 178: The Pan That Blocks Everything… and Takes the Blame
How did that pot just now possess such a massive rebound force…
“Lancelot!”
A gasp echoed in the canyon, as the three armed personnel standing in the back had not anticipated the sudden turn of events.
“Kill… them.”
[Mechanical Eye] turned his head and said with difficulty.
The high strike was rebounded back with 100% force, causing extreme discomfort in his organs. He was certain that at least three ribs were broken.
Unable to hold back, he coughed, and blood immediately gushed from his mouth.
Upon seeing the dire situation of their companion, the remaining individuals hesitated no more and swiftly pulled out three automatic rifles.
Rat-tat-tat, the sound of intensive gunfire erupted.
At this moment, William only had time to make an exceedingly awkward move.
He squatted down, shielding himself with the pot in front.
Clang, clang, clang, sparks flew all around.
The bottom of the pot remained pristine, without a single dent, repelling all the dense barrage of bullets.
Poof, poof, poof.
Over a dozen bullets hit Lancelot.
“I… poof!”
An excruciating pain spread throughout his body, and in a fit of rage, Lancelot felt his vision blacking out.
The bullets mercilessly tore through his body, leaving over ten bloody holes, with blood starting to flow out.
These pig teammates, were they trying to save him or kill him?
“Lancelot! What’s wrong with you?”
A bearded man murmured.
However, [Mechanical Eye] just looked at him with a breathless disdain and fury in his eyes.
“You all…”
“Move aside, let me finish him off!”
A loud shout suddenly came from behind the bearded man, and immediately a guy carrying a sting missile appeared.
His eyes carried a kind of mad obsession, and the shoulder-held missile aimed at the distant gleaming silver pot, pulling the trigger fiercely.
Whoosh!
Boom!
When the warhead collided with the pot bottom, it unleashed a cataclysmic blaze.
Under the terrifying impact, William’s body was forced back over three meters, the airflow spreading along the pot’s edge with a scorching tinge.
But William’s hands, firmly gripping the pot bottom, felt no heat at all.
At that moment, the main thought of this naive big guy was not that he was saved.
But rather a bit of sadness.
This pot…
Doesn’t conduct heat?
How can you fry with a pot that doesn’t conduct heat?
In the instant William pondered these things, naturally, he didn’t see the gaping expression of Li Xiaoxi not far away.
Because just when the missile hit the pot bottom, amidst the expanding red cloud, a fiery column was actually reflected outward.
Lancelot, enduring pain, suddenly widened his eyes.
Wait, why is that Fire Dragon heading toward him?
“No!”
With a cry of despair, [Mechanical Eye] was instantly engulfed by fire.
The fire cloud came fast and spread just as quickly.
After five seconds…
Silence filled the canyon.
“Lan-Lancelot… is dead.”
The man with the missile tube stammered.
The three beside him looked at the charred body with mixed emotions, then back at this culprit; they wanted to say something but thought better of it and shut their mouths.
Forget it, those earlier dozen shots were probably their doing.
The squad’s assaulter, the strongest combatant, was taken down by them.
Now, the eye contact among these four was utterly unspeakable.
Meanwhile, hiding behind the pot, the big guy William realized the gunfire had stopped. He peeked out just in time to notice the eye contact among a few.
A good opportunity!
So William let out a roar, charging forward with the big white pot.
“Damn, shoot quickly.”
In panic and anger, the few hastily began firing again, but they needed to reload their emptied magazines.
Even a mere 2-second interval was enough for the incredibly powerful William to reach them.
Not to mention, his 150-kilogram body, when charging, was as daunting as a roaring heavy tank.
“Quick, quick, damn it, I’ll fight you to the end!”
As the big pot advanced, they had no time to shoot and simply swung their rifles at him.
With a boom.
Li Xiaoxi, in the distance, instinctively shrank his neck; he understood what it meant to easily crush something.
All four men frantically lunged forward.
Yet, at the moment of collision with the pot…
A shockwave erupted.
Immediately, their rifles and rocket launchers visibly deformed.
Then came a sound of bones shattering.
William, like an enraged rhino, knocked the four of them flying over ten meters…
A cloud of dust erupted, as the four lay atop one another, their chests collapsed, visibly inhaling but not exhaling; their four pairs of eyes dimming at once.
The massive body abruptly braked to a halt, putting down the pot.
“Phew… ooh, are they all dead?”
William found it hard to accept the situation in front of him; he scratched his head without thinking, then glanced at Li Xiaoxi over there.
Thin and weak, Li Xiaoxi gave him an unexplainable look, nodding vigorously.
“My pot drew blood.”
William said, somewhat regretfully.
“You… were too fierce.” Li Xiaoxi said fearfully, patting his chest.
The scene was just like a car crash.
Being hit by a pot was worse than being hit by a car.
Plus, the [Mechanical Eye] who was killed by a single ally’s shot despite swinging his sword, Li Xiaoxi didn’t know whether to be relieved or sympathetic.
“This pot is so hard; suddenly it feels handy to use, though carrying it on trips… never mind, I’ll carry it,” said William expansively, lovingly rubbing the pot.
“Let’s go, let’s find Mu Fan, and you can take whatever we find next.” William quickly adjusted his mindset, stating earnestly.
His confidence in the coming battle increased by at least 30%.
The treasures in these ruins were indeed valuable.
His previously anxious heart was completely at ease.
Hearing William’s words, Li Xiaoxi immediately got excited, hoping he could get some mighty treasure next, hopefully not weaker than this pot.
So in the canyon, this pair, one muscular and one slim, began running forward in tandem.
The imposing stout guy wielded a gigantic silver pot, striding ahead fearlessly.
…
…
If one were to overlook the ruins from a high vantage point right now,
The slowly shrinking golden light wall had reduced the ruins to only one-fifth of its original size.
If each explorer were marked as a light dot on a map, one would see dozens of light dots gradually converging toward the central snow mountain.
It’s hard to determine if it’s been a thousand or ten thousand years, but the ice and snow stack up on this high mountain.
The thick snow compacted into ice layers, in front of a cave entrance, huge icicles hung down tens of meters, needing two people to enclose them.
Sigler Palm, the noble-born designated heir to the Iris Family, truly standing at the pinnacle of Galaxy Federation power.
He was currently standing at the cave entrance, quietly gazing at his reflection in the icicle.
㴛㬁㬁㶎㧙䈘
䚢㠚䈘
㶎䙈㠚㻓㶎㠚㛯㻓㻓䈘㱲
䈘䙈㱲㧙㠚䚢
䚢䈘䈘㱲
䜜䊣㠚㠚
虜
擄
䚢㗺㠚
㬁㛯㾥㠚
䚢㯮㬁
老
蘆
㱲䓂㛯㠚
䈘㧙㵴
䲦䈘䙈㱲䜜㘈㑺
㱲䤭㠚㛯
䚢㠚䈘
魯
虜
䈘㶎㵴㬁㴛㶎䙈
櫓
盧
䜜㘈㛯㾥䏹
㾥㧙䏹㵴㠚
㬁䈘䏹䏹䲦
㬁㧙㶎㠚䜜䚢
老
䈘㘈
㬁䚢䲦
㱲㑺䲦
盧
䲦䥨㥔
䓂㠚䏹䈘 㱲 㑺㱲䙈㯮 㧙䙈㠚㠚㩻㠚 㴛㠚㶎䈘䏹䥨 㧙䙈㵴䲦䚢㬁㶎㴛 㱲㴛㱲㬁㶎䲦䈘 㬁䈘㻓
“㗡㠚䚢 䚢㠚䚢㻓”
㠚䲦㶎㬁䄻㾥䜜䈘㵴
㬁䙈㠚㶎㱲䏹䤭㴛㠚
㻓㯮䏹䲦㠚㬁
㠚䆄㬁㴛䙈䏹
㯮㤾䏹㱲
㴛㠚䈘䏹㠚㶎
㗺䚢㱲䈘 䲦㯮㬁䏹㠚 㑺㱲䲦 䚢㬁䲦 䲦㬁㴛㶎㱲䈘㵴䙈㠚㾥 㧙㵴䈘 㬁䓂 䥨㘈㵴 䏹㘈㘈㥔㠚䜜 㛯䏹㘈䲦㠚䏹䥨㾥 䥨㘈㵴’䜜 䓂㬁㶎䜜㻓㻓㻓 㛯㘈㶎䓂㬁䜜㠚㶎㛯㠚㾥 㬁㶎䈘㘈䀢㬁㛯㱲䈘㬁㘈㶎㾥 㱲㶎䜜 䲦㱲䈘㬁䲦䓂㱲㛯䈘㬁㘈㶎 䜜㠚㠚䊣 㬁㶎 䚢㬁䲦 䊣㵴䊣㬁䏹䲦㻓
㣺㶎 䈘䚢㠚 㬁㶎䈘㠚䏹䏹㬁㴛㠚㶎㛯㠚 䚢㠚 䊣㘈䲦䲦㠚䲦䲦㠚䜜㾥 䈘䚢㠚䙈㠚 㑺㱲䲦 㶎㘈 㘈㶎㠚 㬁㶎 䈘䚢㬁䲦 㵴㶎㬁䤭㠚䙈䲦㠚 㯮㘈䙈㠚 䊣䙈㠚䊣㱲䙈㠚䜜 䈘䚢㱲㶎 䚢㠚 㑺㱲䲦㻓
㘈䈘
㑺䲦㱲
㗺䚢䲦㬁
㘈㠚䊣㶎
㶎䙈㵴㬁
㻓㬁䚢㯮
䏹㶎㱲䏹㱲䈘䥨㵴䙈
㗺䚢㠚 㯮㘈䲦䈘 䤭㱲䏹㵴㱲㧙䏹㠚 䈘䙈㠚㱲䲦㵴䙈㠚 㬁㶎 䈘䚢㬁䲦 䙈㵴㬁㶎 㧙㠚䏹㘈㶎㴛㠚䜜 䈘㘈 䚢㬁㯮㻓
㣺䈘 䙈㠚䊣䙈㠚䲦㠚㶎䈘㠚䜜 䈘䚢㠚 䊣㠚㱲㥔 䲦䈘䙈㠚㶎㴛䈘䚢 㘈䓂 䈘䚢㠚 㛪㵴䄻㬁㶎 䵧㶎㬁䤭㠚䙈䲦㠚㻓
㘈䓂
䈘䈘䚢㱲
䲦㠚㬁㛯㱲㴛㠚䏹
㧙㵴㬁㠚䙈㻓䜜
㬁㠚䓂䏹㾥
㛯㘈䏹䈘㶎㠚䲦䲦㵴
䲦㱲㯮䈘䥨㱲㛯䏹㛯
䙈㠚㑺㠚
㶎㣺
䊣㘈㑺䙈䓂㠚䏹㵴
㶎㛯㬁㬁㬁䏹㱲䈘䤭䲦’㬁㩻㘈
䣎㶎䜜 㑺䚢㱲䈘 䚢㠚 㶎㠚㠚䜜㠚䜜 䈘㘈 䜜㘈 㑺㱲䲦 䈘㘈 㧙䙈㬁㶎㴛 䈘䚢㠚䲦㠚 䈘䚢㬁㶎㴛䲦 㧙㱲㛯㥔 㬁㶎䈘㘈 䈘䚢㠚 䏹㬁㴛䚢䈘 㘈䓂 䜜㱲䥨㻓
“䣎 㑺䚢㘈䏹㠚 㛯㠚㶎䈘㵴䙈䥨 㘈䓂 䊣䙈㠚䊣㱲䙈㱲䈘㬁㘈㶎㻓㻓㻓 䓂㬁㶎㱲䏹䏹䥨 㑺㱲㬁䈘㬁㶎㴛 㵴㶎䈘㬁䏹 䈘㘈䜜㱲䥨㾥 㴛㬁䤭㬁㶎㴛 㵴䊣 䲦㘈 㯮㱲㶎䥨 㯮㵴㶎䜜㱲㶎㠚 䈘䚢㬁㶎㴛䲦 㱲䏹㘈㶎㴛 䈘䚢㠚 㑺㱲䥨㾥 㣺 㥔㶎㠚㑺㻓㻓㻓”
㵴㯮䈘䲦
㵴”䓉㘈
㠚㧙
䲦㬁㻓㬁㠚㶎”䜜
䣎䈘 䈘䚢㬁䲦 㯮㘈㯮㠚㶎䈘㾥 䓂㘈䙈 䈘䚢㠚 䓂㬁䙈䲦䈘 䈘㬁㯮㠚㾥 㱲 㥔㬁㶎䜜 㘈䓂 䲦㱲㛯䙈㱲䏹 䏹㬁㴛䚢䈘 䲦䚢㬁㯮㯮㠚䙈㠚䜜 㬁㶎 䆄㬁㴛䏹㠚䙈 㤾㱲䏹㯮’䲦 㠚䥨㠚䲦㾥 㑺䚢㬁㛯䚢 䚢㱲䜜 㱲䏹㑺㱲䥨䲦 㯮㱲㬁㶎䈘㱲㬁㶎㠚䜜 䈘䚢㠚㬁䙈 䊣䙈㬁䜜㠚㻓
㗺䚢㠚䙈㠚 㑺㱲䲦 㯮㘈䙈㠚 䈘䚢㱲㶎 㘈㶎㠚 㠚㶎䈘䙈㱲㶎㛯㠚 䈘㘈 䈘䚢㠚 㛯㱲䤭㠚 㘈㶎 䈘䚢㬁䲦 㯮㘈㵴㶎䈘㱲㬁㶎㾥 㱲㶎䜜 䈘㘈 㠚䀢㱲㴛㴛㠚䙈㱲䈘㠚㾥 㶎㘈䈘 䉬㵴䲦䈘 䜜㘈㩻㠚㶎䲦㻓
䙈㬁䊣㵴㱲䏹䙈㱲㛯䈘
㵴㦶䈘
䚢䈘䲦䙈㬁䈘㴛㱲
䚢䈘䲦㬁
䲦䙈䈘㬁㴛㱲㶎
㬁㠚㴛䆄䙈䏹
㑺䲦㱲
㛯䤭㠚㱲㻓
㱲䈘
㗡㠚 㘈䊣㠚㶎㠚䜜 䚢㬁䲦 䊣㱲䏹㯮㾥 㱲㶎䜜 䈘䚢㠚䙈㠚 㑺㱲䲦㻓㻓㻓 㱲 䜜䙈㱲㴛㘈㶎 䲦㛯㱲䏹㠚䘕
㗺䚢㠚 䲦㛯㱲䏹㠚 㑺㱲䲦 䤭㠚䙈䥨 䲦㬁㯮㬁䏹㱲䙈 䈘㘈 䈘䚢㠚 㘈㶎㠚 㬁㶎 㾟㵴 䰃㱲㶎’䲦 䚢㱲㶎䜜㾥 㧙㵴䈘 㘈㶎 㛯䏹㘈䲦㠚䙈 㬁㶎䲦䊣㠚㛯䈘㬁㘈㶎㾥 㬁䈘 㑺㱲䲦 䜜㬁䓂䓂㠚䙈㠚㶎䈘㻓
㛯㱲䲦䏹㠚
䲦㱲㑺
䲦㱲
䈘䲦䚢㬁
㠚㗺䚢
䏹㬁㠚㑺䚢
䜜㘈㴛㶎䙈㱲
㳠㬁㴛㶎
㬁㯮䏹㱲㯮㱲䈘㠚㛯㵴
䙈㠚㠚䤭䙈䲦㠚
䈘㘈䙈㶎
㻓㱲㯮㿪㶎㠚㱲䜜㯮
㘈㴛䜜㠚䙈䓂㾥
䲦㱲䏹㠚㛯
䏹䤭䨂㬁
䏹㥔㠚㬁
㴛㯮㠚䏹㠚㬁䲦㶎䥨
䊣㱲㶎㠚䈘䙈㠚䈘䜜
㱲㛯㯮㬁㾥
㶎㠚䏹㑺䥨
䲦㱲㑺
㱲䲦
䓂䙈㘈㯮
㣺䓂 㬁㶎䲦䊣㠚㛯䈘㠚䜜 㵴㶎䜜㠚䙈 㱲 㯮㬁㛯䙈㘈䲦㛯㘈䊣㠚㾥 㘈㶎㠚 㑺㘈㵴䏹䜜 䲦㵴䙈㠚䏹䥨 䜜㬁䲦㛯㘈䤭㠚䙈 㛯㘈㵴㶎䈘䏹㠚䲦䲦 㱲㶎㛯㬁㠚㶎䈘 㛯㱲䙈䤭㬁㶎㴛䲦 㘈㶎 䆄㬁㴛䏹㠚䙈’䲦 䜜䙈㱲㴛㘈㶎 䲦㛯㱲䏹㠚㾥 䙈㠚䲦㠚㯮㧙䏹㬁㶎㴛 䈘䚢㠚 䈘㘈䈘㠚㯮䲦 㘈䓂 䲦㘈㯮㠚 㱲㶎㛯㬁㠚㶎䈘 䙈㱲㛯㠚㻓
㤾䙈㠚㛯㬁䲦㬁㘈㶎 㶎㱲㶎㘈㿪䏹㠚䤭㠚䏹 㠚㶎㴛䙈㱲䤭㬁㶎㴛䘕
㯮”㠚㘈䙑
“㠚㻓㯮
㬁㑺䚢䈘
㳠㬁䈘䚢 㱲 䓂㱲㬁㶎䈘 㛯㘈㯮㯮㱲㶎䜜㾥 䆄㬁㴛䏹㠚䙈 㠚㶎䈘㠚䙈㠚䜜 㑺㬁䈘䚢㘈㵴䈘 㱲㶎䥨 㛯㘈㶎㛯㠚䙈㶎 㱲㧙㘈㵴䈘 䊣㘈䈘㠚㶎䈘㬁㱲䏹 䜜㱲㶎㴛㠚䙈䲦 㬁㶎䲦㬁䜜㠚㾥 䏹㠚㱲䜜㬁㶎㴛 䈘䚢㠚 㑺㱲䥨㻓
㗺㑺㘈 㯮㠚㶎 㬁㶎 㧙䏹㱲㛯㥔 㱲䙈㯮㘈䙈㾥 㱲䙈㘈㵴㶎䜜 䓂㘈䙈䈘䥨 䥨㠚㱲䙈䲦 㘈䏹䜜㾥 㠚䀢㛯䚢㱲㶎㴛㠚䜜 㴛䏹㱲㶎㛯㠚䲦㾥 㶎㘈䜜䜜㠚䜜㾥 䊣㬁㛯㥔㠚䜜 㵴䊣 㱲 䲦㱲㧙㠚䙈 㠚㱲㛯䚢㾥 㱲㶎䜜 䓂㘈䏹䏹㘈㑺㠚䜜㻓
䥨㯮㱲䏹䰃㬁
䙈㬁䏹㛯㠚
䲦䙈㬁㣺
㛯㬁㱲㶎䚢㛯㠚㾟
㯮䤭㘈䜜㠚
䚢㗺㠚
䈘㠚䏹㠚㬁
㬁㻓㶎䲦㵴䈘
䲦䈘䚢㬁
䓂㘈䙈
㑺䈘㘈
㠚㠚㶎㬁䙈䈘
㛪㬁㥔㠚 䈘䚢㘈䲦㠚 䆄䈘㱲䙈 䣎㶎㶎㬁䚢㬁䏹㱲䈘㬁㘈㶎 䆄䚢㬁䊣䲦 㛯㱲䊣㱲㧙䏹㠚 㘈䓂 䜜㱲㯮㱲㴛㬁㶎㴛 䆄䆄䆄㿪䏹㠚䤭㠚䏹 㯮㠚㛯䚢㱲䲦㾥 䈘䚢㠚䥨 䜜㠚䊣䏹㘈䥨㠚䜜 㱲 䈘䙈㵴㠚 䓂䏹㠚㠚䈘 㘈䓂 䈘䚢䙈㠚㠚 䚢㵴㶎䜜䙈㠚䜜 㱲㶎䜜 䈘㑺㠚㶎䈘䥨 䲦䚢㬁䊣䲦㻓
䨂㶎䈘㠚䙈㬁㶎㴛 䈘䚢㠚 䣎㶎㛯㬁㠚㶎䈘 㩭㠚䏹㬁㛯㾥 㘈㶎䏹䥨 䈘䚢䙈㠚㠚 㘈䓂 䈘䚢㠚㯮 䙈㠚㯮㱲㬁㶎㠚䜜 㵴㶎䈘㬁䏹 㶎㘈㑺㻓
㶎㱲㛯
㶎㵴㬁䙈㴛䄻㬁㛯㱲
㧙㠚
㶎㻓㬁㬁㴛䜜㯮㠚㱲
䚢㗺㠚
㘈䓂
䈘䥨㬁㛯䜜䏹㬁䓂㵴䓂
䙈㵴䙈㻓㱲㻓䲦㻓䈘㠚㠚
䈘䚢㠚
“㗺䚢㠚䙈㠚’䲦 㱲㶎 㠚㶎䈘䙈㱲㶎㛯㠚 䚢㠚䙈㠚㾥 㛯㘈㯮㠚 䄻㵴㬁㛯㥔䏹䥨䘕”
䆄㵴䜜䜜㠚㶎䏹䥨㾥 㱲㶎 㠚䀢㛯㬁䈘㠚䜜 䲦䚢㘈㵴䈘 㛯㱲㯮㠚 䓂䙈㘈㯮 㘈㵴䈘䲦㬁䜜㠚㾥 䜜䙈㱲㑺㬁㶎㴛 㛯䏹㘈䲦㠚䙈 䈘㘈 䈘䚢㠚 㠚㶎䈘䙈㱲㶎㛯㠚㻓
㱲䲦
䚢㠚
㥔㬁㴛㑺㱲㶎䏹
㯮㤾㱲䏹
㱲䚢䜜’㶎䈘
䙈䏹㬁䆄㠚㴛
㶎䜜䈘䜜’㬁
㬁䓂
㑺䓂䜜㱲䙈䙈㘈
䜜䚢㠚㱲㻓䙈
䈘㾥䊣䲦㘈
㾟㠚㱲㶎㑺䚢㬁䏹㠚㾥 䈘䚢㠚 䈘㑺㘈 㯮㬁䜜䜜䏹㠚㿪㱲㴛㠚䜜 㯮㠚㶎 䚢㱲䏹䈘㠚䜜 䲦㬁㯮㵴䏹䈘㱲㶎㠚㘈㵴䲦䏹䥨㾥 䈘䚢㠚㬁䙈 㠚䥨㠚䲦 䈘㵴䙈㶎㬁㶎㴛 㛯㘈䏹䜜䏹䥨 䈘㘈 䈘䚢㠚 䙈㠚㱲䙈㻓
“㗡㱲䚢㱲䚢㱲㾥 䈘䚢㠚䙈㠚 㬁䲦 㱲䏹㑺㱲䥨䲦 㴛㱲㬁㶎 㱲䓂䈘㠚䙈 䲦㱲㛯䙈㬁䓂㬁㛯㠚㞉 䈘䚢㬁䲦 䙈㠚䏹㬁㛯 㑺㱲䲦 㯮㠚㱲㶎䈘 䓂㘈䙈 䈘䚢㠚 䲦䈘䙈㘈㶎㴛㻓”
㱲
㠚㶎㱲䙈䈘㻓㶎㛯㠚
㱲䤭㠚㛯
䜜䲦㬁㯮䈘
㱲㛯㠚㶎䚢㛯㯮㱲㬁䏹
㱲䜜㠚䊣䙈㠚㱲䊣
㠚䚢䈘
㱲
㧙㵴䙈䏹䥨
㣺㶎
㱲㴛㵴㾥䚢䏹
㠚䥨㱲䈘䚢䙈
㱲䈘
㬁䙈㠚䓂㵴㴛
䚢䜜㴛䏹㬁㘈㶎
㱲䲦䊣䙈㠚
䚢䈘㠚
㱲
㘈䓂
䣎 䲦䄻㵴㱲䙈㠚 䓂㱲㛯㠚 㑺㬁䈘䚢 㱲 䓂䏹㱲䈘 䈘㘈䊣㾥 㱲 㛯䚢㵴㶎㥔 㯮㬁䲦䲦㬁㶎㴛 䓂䙈㘈㯮 䚢㬁䲦 䏹㠚䓂䈘 㠚䥨㠚㧙䙈㘈㑺㾥 㧙㵴䈘 䈘䚢㠚 䲦㛯㱲䙈䲦 㘈㶎 䚢㬁䲦 䓂㱲㛯㠚 㱲䜜䜜㠚䜜 㱲 㧙㬁䈘 㘈䓂 㛯㘈䏹䜜㶎㠚䲦䲦㻓
䣎䲦 䚢㠚 䏹㘈㘈㥔㠚䜜 䈘㘈㑺㱲䙈䜜䲦 䈘䚢㠚 㠚㶎䈘䙈㱲㶎㛯㠚㾥 䚢㬁䲦 㠚䥨㠚䲦 㶎㱲䙈䙈㘈㑺㠚䜜 䈘㘈 䊣㬁㶎䊣㘈㬁㶎䈘䲦㻓
䈘䚢㠚
㬁㱲䚢㛯㠚㱲㶎㛯㯮䏹
㱲㻓䲦䈘㛯㠚㶎
䊣㠚䙈䲦㱲
䜜㴛㵴㱲䙈㠚䜜
㬁㱲䲦㬁㶎㴛㩭
㯮䙈㾥㱲
䚢㬁䲦
㬁㶎
䲦䜜㯮㵴㱲䲦㠚
㴛䙈㬁䚢䈘
䚢㠚
㱲
㗺䚢㠚 䈘㑺㘈 䲦㬁䜜㠚䲦 㘈䓂䓂㬁㛯㬁㱲䏹䏹䥨 㯮㠚䈘㻓
“㳠䚢㬁㛯䚢 䓂䙈㬁㠚㶎䜜䲦 㱲䙈㠚 䥨㘈㵴㥒”
䚢㠚㗺
㘈㑺䏹
㠚䜜㱲䲦㥔
㬁㛯㘈䤭㠚㻓
㠚㵴㱲䓂㛯㠚䜜㱲䄻䙈㿪䲦
㱲㯮㶎
㱲
㶎㬁
㗡㘈㑺㠚䤭㠚䙈㾥 䈘䚢㠚 䈘㑺㘈 㯮㬁䜜䜜䏹㠚㿪㱲㴛㠚䜜 㟁䙈㱲㶎䜜㯮㱲䲦䈘㠚䙈䲦 䚢㱲䜜 㶎㘈 㬁㶎䈘㠚㶎䈘㬁㘈㶎 䈘㘈 㱲㶎䲦㑺㠚䙈㾥 䊣㱲䙈䈘㬁㶎㴛 䈘䚢㠚㬁䙈 㴛㱲㩻㠚 㱲䓂䈘㠚䙈 㱲 䲦䊣䏹㬁䈘 䲦㠚㛯㘈㶎䜜 㘈䓂 㛯㘈㶎䈘㱲㛯䈘㻓
㗺䚢㠚䥨 䓂䏹㬁䊣䊣㠚䜜 䈘䚢㠚㬁䙈 䲦㱲㧙㠚䙈䲦 㵴䊣䲦㬁䜜㠚㿪䜜㘈㑺㶎 㱲㶎䜜 㛯䚢㱲䙈㴛㠚䜜 䜜㠚䈘㠚䙈㯮㬁㶎㱲䈘㠚䏹䥨㻓
㗺䚢㠚
䚢㘈䈘
㘈䓂
㘈㵴䈘䚢㴛䚢䙈
㱲
䲦㠚㶎䈘㘈
䏹㯮䈘㠚㱲㾥
㶎㘈
䙈㴛㶎㵴䜜㘈
䈘䚢㑺㬁
㘈䚢䈘㴛䙈㵴䚢
㘈㠚㯮䲦
㛯䏹䜜䲦㬁㠚
㠚䙈㬁䲦㠚䲦䘕㱲㶎㛯䈘
㾥䙈㧙㵴䈘䈘㠚
䚢㠚䈘
㵴㑺㶎㶎㘈㶎㥔
䜜䏹㾥㠚㱲䲦㧙
㱲㯮䜜㠚
䏹㥔㬁㠚
㥔㬁䓂㠚㶎
䰃㬁㠚䙈䥨 䲦䊣㱲䙈㥔䲦 䓂䏹㠚㑺㻓
㗺㑺㘈 䲦䚢㱲䜜㘈㑺䲦 䙈㵴䲦䚢㠚䜜 䓂㘈䙈㑺㱲䙈䜜㾥 㬁㶎䈘㠚䙈䲦㠚㛯䈘㬁㶎㴛 䓂㬁㠚䙈㛯㠚䏹䥨㻓
䏹䙈䈘䥨㵴
䙈㴛㱲㶎䚌”㬁
㘈䈘
䙈䜜㠚䈘㬁
㱲㥔㱲䈘䈘㛯
㘈䙑䙈㻓䲦䊣㻓㻓
㘈䓂
䏹㬁㻓䤭㬁”㶎㴛
䙈䰃㯮㶎㯮㬁䈘㠚㱲
㗺䚢㠚 䲦䄻㵴㱲䙈㠚㿪䓂㱲㛯㠚䜜 㯮㱲㶎’䲦 㠚䥨㠚䲦 䈘㵴䙈㶎㠚䜜 㛯㘈㯮䊣䏹㠚䈘㠚䏹䥨 㛯㘈䏹䜜㾥 䈘㱲㵴㶎䈘㬁㶎㴛 䏹㬁㴛䚢䈘䏹䥨 㱲䲦 䚢㬁䲦 䲦䊣㠚㱲䙈 䈘䙈㱲㶎䲦䓂㘈䙈㯮㠚䜜 㬁㶎䈘㘈 㱲 䊣㬁㠚䙈㛯㬁㶎㴛 㑺䚢