Shadows of the Deep Space Chapter 1598: 522: Not Impossible_2
Previously on Shadows of the Deep Space...
Zhao Ning felt a wave of astonishment upon reading the notification. The swift reply from the Military Department caught him off guard, and having Vice Admiral Alifei organize his departure made for an excellent arrangement.
Without delay, he switched into fresh attire, swung the door wide, and stepped outside.
“Good morning, young master!”
The hallway maid offered a courteous bow and greeting.
“Hmm.”
With a light nod, Zhao Ning made his way to the Observation Deck beyond the castle walls.
Before long, he reached the deck, finding Su Mulong, Su Zhen Tian, and Su Yuan gathered at a table, enjoying their morning meal.
Noticing Zhao Ning's approach, Su Mulong called out.
“Zhao Ning, you've awakened. Join us for breakfast.”
“I'm good, Grandpa; I've come to bid farewell.”
Zhao Ning answered with respect.
“Hmm? You arrived back just yesterday—off again already?”
Su Mulong expressed his surprise as well.
Su Yuan voiced her concern, startled.
“Son, where to?”
“Dealing with a small issue; I'll return by year's end.”
Zhao Ning assured her with a grin.
“Stay safe out there.”
Su Yuan urged with worry.
“I promise.”
Zhao Ning offered a comforting smile to the group.
After a brief reflection, Su Mulong addressed Zhao Ning.
“Things are chaotic beyond these walls these days; plenty seek your life. Stay vigilant—I won't lecture further.”
“Understood. Time to go.”
Zhao Ning gave a formal salute to the elders before turning away.
…
Xi Guang Laboratory·Building 1.
Zhao Ning entered the elevator directly, pulled out his officer ID, and scanned it.
The lift plunged downward swiftly.
Click!
It halted promptly at the first subterranean floor; the steel panels parted, and Celeste drifted over, voicing her discontent.
“At last, you've returned.”
“Just a day away.”
Zhao Ning chuckled in response.
“You left without me, deceived me, you scoundrel—putting ladies before buddies…”
Celeste rattled off Zhao Ning's misdeeds in irritation.
“Enough; next outing, you're with me for certain.”
While soothing Celeste, Zhao Ning proceeded to the hangar.
Suddenly, Admiral Kabunofa appeared at the upcoming junction; Zhao Ning paused in mild shock and whispered.
“Admiral Kabunofa? What's bringing him here?”
“Pardon?”
Celeste inquired, confused.
“Forget it.”
Zhao Ning dismissed it with a grin.
In short order, he and Celeste entered the hangar, observing technicians dismantling the framework encasing Ilyas, restoring its pristine shine.
Dr. Blakes lingered beneath Ilyas, eyes fixed on the massive Biological Mecha.
Approaching Dr. Blakes, Zhao Ning inquired.
“Lord Blakes.”
“Yes? Speak.”
Dr. Blakes replied evenly.
“Checking if Ilyas has completed maintenance. I'm set to journey to the Bright Star Sea.”
Zhao Ning informed Dr. Blakes.
“Maintenance is done. Have Bodden join you.”
Dr. Blakes promptly delegated Bodden to Zhao Ning.
Even though the V-type Gene Potion had transformed Zhao Ning's physique dramatically, a medical expert's presence remained prudent for emergencies.
“Very well; kindly load the mecha onto He Feng.”
Zhao Ning agreed with a nod.
“Hmm.”
Dr. Blakes acknowledged coolly.
….
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Starlight City·Central Interstellar Airport.
He Feng rested at the dock; Vice Admiral Alifei awaited at the access point.
Zack, positioned close by, questioned curiously.
“General, whom do you await? Cargo's aboard—we're overdue to launch.”
“Mind your bounds.”
Alifei rebuked Zack sharply.
“Yes, sir.”
Zack replied promptly.
Moments later, Zhao Ning arrived with a modest travel bag.
“Zhao Ning!”
Alifei advanced beaming, enveloping Zhao Ning in a firm embrace.
“Alifei, ages since last!”
Zhao Ning greeted enthusiastically.
“You rascal, fame circles the globe around you now.”
Alifei enthused to Zhao Ning.
“Ease up.”
Zhao Ning feigned exasperation.
“Teasing? Solo against Royal Knight Order's Sakari Captain, Holy Temple Knights' Asya Captain, Mechanical Sect Leader Kroos—tales abound! Consider their stature; only Admiral Kabunofa outranks them slightly. Facing three simultaneously? Utterly phenomenal.”
Alifei's fervor mounted.
“Phenomenal?”
Zhao Ning responded, at a loss for words.
“Ha, poor choice! Enough chatter—aboard we go.”
Alifei boomed with laughter.
“Right!”
Trailing Alifei, Zhao Ning boarded He Feng.
Guiding Zhao Ning to quarters, Alifei probed.
“What spurred this abrupt trip to Bright Star Sea?”
“My unit's posted there; off to inspect.”
“Ah, yes—Thirteenth Legion's core at Bright Star Sea.”
“And you—why Bright Star Sea now?”
Zhao Ning queried Alifei inquisitively.
“Hauling arms and munitions; big pullback underway—fierce clash likely.”
Alifei clarified for Zhao Ning.
“I figured Cosmic Army HQ withdrew stockpiles already; retreat ought to be seamless? What's delaying?”
Zhao Ning wondered aloud, puzzled.
“Unaware, perhaps: Shabask and allied Kingdoms shifting to Federation.”
“Ah, got it.”
“Lord Omid wavered initially, but post-Saint Joex event, he swiftly pledged to Federation.”
䫈䛁䌳
櫓
盧
䧚㒖
㗩䙎䲊䛁䡝䛺
㸮䛁㿙㫹䋬䛁㣘䨳
䌳䛁䫈
蘆
䲊䅐㫹䛁䲊䋬
擄
䑐䆡䬎㿙䫈㙜㿙
㿙䛺䌳䑐
㫹䧚㿙
㒖䡝䛺䆑
盧
䌳䛁䫈
蘆
㒖䙎䛺㒖㙜䌳
櫓
䮯䎚䡝䲊㫹”䳱㒖䧚
䛺䃼㱬㫹㣘䌳㒖
䌳䨳㫹䲊䛁䛁㿙㒖㯷䋬
䛁䛘
“䛘㸮㒖
䅐䆡㿙䛺
虜
老
䲊㫹
㒖䲊㙜䌳㿙䌳㫹䛁䧚
䫈䌳䛁
老
䨳㿙䛁䫈㫹䧚
“䳳䫈㿙䌳 䛁䨳㙜䛁 㘋㿙㫹 䛘䛁 䧚㒖㩦 㒖䆑 㘋㒖㱬䛺㙜䛁㩦 䛘䛁 㘋㿙䙎䌳㱬䛺䛁䧚 䌳䫈䛁䡝㵇 㶜㱬䌳 䌳䫈䛁䛺䛁 䛘䛁䛺䛁㫹’䌳 䡝㿙㫹㣘 䆑㒖䛺㘋䛁㙜 䨳䛁䆑䌳㩦 䌳䫈䛁 䡝㿙䲊㫹 䌳䛺㒖㒖䙎㙜 䫈㿙䧚 㿙䨳䛺䛁㿙䧚㣘 䬎䛁䛁㫹 䛁䋬㿙㘋㱬㿙䌳䛁䧚㵇”
䞰䨳䲊䆑䛁䲊 䛁䜋䙎䨳㿙䲊㫹䛁䧚 䌳㒖 䑐㱬 㱼䲊㫹䳱㵇
“䡝”㵇㸮䡝
䑐㱬 㱼䲊㫹䳱 㫹㒖䧚䧚䛁䧚 䫈䲊㙜 䫈䛁㿙䧚㵇
“㶜㱬䌳 䫈㿙䋬䲊㫹䳱 㣘㒖㱬 䳱㒖 䌳㒖 䌳䫈䛁 㶜䛺䲊䳱䫈䌳 䑐䌳㿙䛺 䑐䛁㿙 䌳䫈䲊㙜 䌳䲊䡝䛁 䛘䲊䨳䨳 㙜䌳㿙䬎䲊䨳䲊䔌䛁 䌳䫈䲊㫹䳱㙜 㒖䋬䛁䛺 䌳䫈䛁䛺䛁䇕”
䛁䡝
䛁䛁䙎䆡
㿙䆡䌳䛁
㿙
䛁䙎䨳㒖䙎䛁
“㗋’㙜䌳
㒖’䧚䌳㫹
䌳䨳䛁
䌳㒖
䌳㒖㒖
㙜㒖䨳㩦䞰
䲊䛺䙎䌳
䛁㩦䜋䛺䛁㿙䛁䌳㿙䧚䳱䳱
㿙
䌳㫹㒖
㿙䫈䌳䌳
䛁䫈䨳䙎
䨳䆡㒖㒖㵇
䫈䛁䌳
䳱䳱䲊㫹㒖
䌳㘋䛺㙜䛁䛁㩦
䡝㣘
㿙䛁䑐
䑐䌳㿙䛺
䡝’㗋
㫹䆡䛘㵇㒖”
㜜䌳㱬㙜
䡝㿙㣘㫹
䌳㒖
䲊䳱䌳㶜䛺䫈
㩦䨳䛁䲊䲊䞰䆑
“㶷㒖 䙎䛺㒖䬎䨳䛁䡝㩦 㣘㒖㱬 㘋㿙㫹 䛺䛁㙜䌳 㿙㙜㙜㱬䛺䛁䧚㵇”
“䘮䫈㿙㫹䆡㙜㵇”
䛁䬎
㫹䧚䛁䛁
䲊㙜
㒖㙜
䛁䛁㙜
䲊䆑
䡝䛺㩦㒖㒖
䌳䫈䲊㙜
䌳㿙䮯䆑㙜䧚䛁䲊㙜䲊”
㩦䙎䲊䛁䌳㒖䨳
㒖䌳
㒖㣘㱬䛺
䛺㒖䛁㱬’㣘
“㶷㒖
䞰䨳䲊䆑䛁䲊 䨳䛁䧚 䑐㱬 㱼䲊㫹䳱 䌳㒖 䌳䫈䛁 䧚㒖㒖䛺 㒖䆑 㿙 㙜䙎㿙㘋䲊㒖㱬㙜 䛺㒖㒖䡝㵇
“㗋䌳’㙜 䆑䲊㫹䛁㵇”
㱬䑐
䲊㱼䳱㫹
䆡㿙䬎㘋
䧚䨳䛁㘋䳱㫹㿙
㿙㫹䧚
䨳䛁䛁䛺䧚㵇䙎䲊
“䞰䨳䛺䲊䳱䫈䌳㩦 䲊䆑 㣘㒖㱬 㫹䛁䛁䧚 㿙㫹㣘䌳䫈䲊㫹䳱㩦 㜜㱬㙜䌳 䨳䛁䌳 䡝䛁 䆡㫹㒖䛘㵇 㗋’䡝 䳱㒖䲊㫹䳱 䌳㒖 䳱䛁䌳 䬎㱬㙜㣘㣽 䌳䫈䛁 㙜䫈䲊䙎 䲊㙜 㿙䬎㒖㱬䌳 䌳㒖 㙜䛁䌳 㙜㿙䲊䨳㵇”
“䥒㒖 㿙䫈䛁㿙䧚䇕”
䨳䛁䛺㿙”㵇䌳
㒖㣘㱬
䛁䛁”䑐
䞰䨳䲊䆑䛁䲊 䡝㿙䧚䛁 㿙䛺䛺㿙㫹䳱䛁䡝䛁㫹䌳㙜 㿙㫹䧚 䌳㱬䛺㫹䛁䧚 䌳㒖 䨳䛁㿙䋬䛁㵇
䑐㒖㒖㫹㩦 䌳䫈䛁 䪦䛁䋬䛁䨳 䞴 㶜㿙䌳䌳䨳䛁㙜䫈䲊䙎·㸮㿙䛺䡝㒖㫹㣘 䳱䛺㿙䧚㱬㿙䨳䨳㣘 㿙㙜㘋䛁㫹䧚䛁䧚 䆑䛺㒖䡝 䌳䫈䛁 䲊㫹䌳䛁䛺㙜䌳䛁䨳䨳㿙䛺 㿙䲊䛺䙎㒖䛺䌳㩦 㙜㿙䲊䨳䲊㫹䳱 㒖㱬䌳 㒖䆑 䌳䫈䛁 䘮䫈䲊䛺䧚 䛬䨳㿙㫹䛁䌳㵇
㫹䧚㿙
䆑䛺㒖
䞰䌳
㩦䛁㒖䌳䡝䡝㫹
㒖䆑
㵇䲊䛁䡝䌳
䛁䌳䧚㒖䲊㱬㙜
㩦䌳㫹㿙䨳䛬䛁
䫈䌳䛁
䫈䌳䛁
㫹䬎䛁䛁
㙜䫈䙎㙜䲊
䆡㣘㙜
䲊㿙䌳䲊䛘㫹䳱
䳱䨳㒖㫹
䛁䌳䙎䌳䲊㙜㿙䬎䨳䫈㙜
䛺䌳䛺㙜㿙㣘
䫈䘮䧚䲊䛺
䧚䫈㿙
㙜䫈䌳䲊
㿙䛺䛺㙜䙎㫹䌳䌳㒖
㿙
䞰䆑䌳䛁䛺 䌳䫈䛁 䪦䛁䋬䛁䨳 䞴 㶜㿙䌳䌳䨳䛁㙜䫈䲊䙎·㸮㿙䛺䡝㒖㫹㣘 㜜㒖䲊㫹䛁䧚 䌳䫈䛁䡝㩦 䌳䫈䛁㣘 㿙䨳䨳 㿙㘋䌳䲊䋬㿙䌳䛁䧚 䌳䫈䛁䲊䛺 䑐㱬䙎䛁䛺䨳㱬䡝䲊㫹㿙䨳 䤳䨳䲊䳱䫈䌳 䅐䛁䋬䲊㘋䛁㙜㩦 䧚䲊㙜㿙䙎䙎䛁㿙䛺䲊㫹䳱 䲊㫹䌳㒖 䑐㱬䬎㙜䙎㿙㘋䛁㵇
㵇㵇㵇㵇
䥅䥅䥅䥅䥅䥅䥅䥅䥅䥅䥅䥅䥅䥅䥅䥅䥅䥅䥅䥅䥅䥅䥅䥅䥅䥅䥅䥅䥅䥅䥅䥅䥅䥅䥅䥅
㱼䲊㙜䌳 䑐䌳㿙䛺 䑐䛁㿙㵇
䘮䫈䛁 䙎䲊䌳㘋䫈䥅䬎䨳㿙㘋䆡 㙜䌳㿙䛺䛺㣘 㙜䆡㣘㩦 䆑䨳㒖㿙䌳䲊㫹䳱 㘋䨳㱬㙜䌳䛁䛺㙜 㒖䆑 䡝䲊㙜䌳㣘 䛘䫈䲊䌳䛁 㫹䛁䬎㱬䨳㿙㙜㵇
㒖䳱䪦㒖䲊䆡㫹
㫹㒖䲊䌳
䬎䛁
䛁䛁䛁㙜䡝䧚
䧚㿙㫹
㿙䆑䛺
䌳䲊䛁㫹䛺䛁
䌳㵇䡝㙜䲊
㫹㩦䌳㙜㿙䲊㘋䧚䛁
䌳㒖
䌳䫈䛁
䨳㱬㘋䧚㒖㙜
䛘䛁䫈䲊䌳
䫈䌳䛁
䋬䲊䛺㫹㙜䛁䛁㱬
䛁㱬䛺䫈㙜㒖䧚䧚
䲊㫹
䞰䌳 䌳䫈䲊㙜 䡝㒖䡝䛁㫹䌳㩦 䳱䨳㒖䛘䲊㫹䳱 䛘䲊䌳䫈 㙜䌳䛺㿙㫹䳱䛁 䨳䲊䳱䫈䌳㙜 㫹䛁㿙䛺 䌳䫈䛁 䛁䧚䳱䛁 㒖䆑 䌳䫈䛁 䡝䲊㙜䌳㩦 䌳䫈䛁㙜䛁 䨳䲊䳱䫈䌳㙜 㿙䙎䙎䛁㿙䛺䛁䧚 䨳䲊䆡䛁 䨳䲊䳱䫈䌳䫈㒖㱬㙜䛁㙜 㙜䫈䛺㒖㱬䧚䛁䧚 䲊㫹 䡝䲊㙜䌳㵇
䞰䙎䙎䛺㒖㿙㘋䫈䲊㫹䳱 䌳䫈䛁㙜䛁 䨳䲊䳱䫈䌳㙜㩦 㒖㫹䛁 㘋㒖㱬䨳䧚 㙜䛁䛁 䫈㱬䳱䛁㩦 㙜䙎䛁㘋䲊㿙䨳 䆑䨳㒖㿙䌳䲊㫹䳱 䡝䛁㘋䫈㿙㫹䲊㘋㿙䨳 䨳㿙䡝䙎㙜 㿙䛺䛺㿙㫹䳱䛁䧚 䲊㫹 䌳䛘㒖 䛺㒖䛘㙜 䨳䲊䆡䛁 㙜䌳䛺䛁䛁䌳䨳䲊䳱䫈䌳㙜㩦 䛁䜋䌳䛁㫹䧚䲊㫹䳱 䲊㫹㙜䲊䧚䛁 䆑䛺㒖䡝 䌳䫈䛁 䛁䧚䳱䛁 㒖䆑 䌳䫈䛁 䡝䲊㙜䌳㩦 䧚䲊㙜䙎䛁䨳䨳䲊㫹䳱 䌳䫈䛁 䡝䲊㙜䌳 㿙䨳㒖㫹䳱 䌳䫈䛁 䛘㿙㣘 䌳㒖 䆑㒖䛺䡝 㿙 㙜䌳䛺㿙䲊䳱䫈䌳 䙎㿙䌳䫈㵇
䆡㙜㣘
㘋㒖㙜㒖㫹䌳䨳㱬㣘䲊㫹㱬
㿙
䲊㙜䌳䡝
䨳䛁䋬㫹䨳㱬䛁㿙㣘䌳
䛁䲊㩦㫹㙜䲊䧚
䛺䧚䌳䌳䛁䛁㫹䛁䙎㿙
䫈㿙䌳䙎
䲊䘮㙜䫈
䌳䫈䛁
䛘䛺䫈䛁䛁
䛁㙜䧚䙎㵇㙜䲊䧚䛁䛺
㙜䛘㿙
䛺䛁䲊㘋㿙䫈䳱㫹
㿙㙜䛺䌳㣘䛺
䞰䌳 䌳䫈䛁 㘋䛁㫹䌳䛁䛺 㒖䆑 䌳䫈䛁 㙜䌳㿙䛺䛺㣘 㙜䆡㣘㩦 㿙 䑐䙎䲊䛺㿙䨳 䤳㒖䛺䌳䛺䛁㙜㙜·㶜䨳㿙㘋䆡 䘮䲊䧚䛁 䤳㒖䛺䌳䛺䛁㙜㙜 䛘䲊䌳䫈 㿙 䧚䲊㿙䡝䛁䌳䛁䛺 㒖䆑 㿙 䌳䫈㒖㱬㙜㿙㫹䧚 䆡䲊䨳㒖䡝䛁䌳䛁䛺㙜㩦 㘋㒖䡝䙎㒖㙜䛁䧚 䛁㫹䌳䲊䛺䛁䨳㣘 㒖䆑 䬎䨳㿙㘋䆡 䡝䛁䌳㿙䨳㩦 䫈㒖䋬䛁䛺䛁䧚㵇 䞰䛺㒖㱬㫹䧚 䌳䫈䛁 㶜䨳㿙㘋䆡 䘮䲊䧚䛁 䤳㒖䛺䌳䛺䛁㙜㙜㩦 䡝䛁㘋䫈㿙㫹䲊㘋㿙䨳 䳱䛁䡝䥅㙜䫈㿙䙎䛁䧚 䆑㒖䛺䌳䛺䛁㙜㙜䛁㙜 㿙㫹䧚 㙜㱬㫹䥅䆑䨳㒖䛘䛁䛺䥅㙜䫈㿙䙎䛁䧚 䳱䲊䳱㿙㫹䌳䲊㘋 㙜䙎㿙㘋䛁䥅䬎㿙㙜䛁䧚 䛘䛁㿙䙎㒖㫹㙜 䆑䨳㒖㿙䌳䛁䧚㩦 㿙䨳㒖㫹䳱 䛘䲊䌳䫈 㘋㒖㱬㫹䌳䨳䛁㙜㙜 䆑䨳䛁䛁䌳㙜 㿙㫹䧚 䡝䛁㘋䫈 䆑㒖䛺䡝㿙䌳䲊㒖㫹㙜㵇
䞰䌳 䌳䫈䲊㙜 䡝㒖䡝䛁㫹䌳㩦 㙜䡝㿙䨳䨳 䧚䛁䆑䛁㫹㙜䲊䋬䛁 䛘䛁㿙䙎㒖㫹㙜 䛘䛁䛺䛁 䬎䛁䲊㫹䳱 䡝䛁䛺䳱䛁䧚 㿙㫹䧚 㘋㒖㫹㙜㒖䨳䲊䧚㿙䌳䛁䧚㣽 䡝䛁㘋䫈㿙㙜 䙎㱬㙜䫈䛁䧚 䌳䫈䛁 䡝䛁䛺䳱䛁䧚 䛘䛁㿙䙎㒖㫹㙜 䲊㫹䌳㒖 䌳䫈䛁 䆑㒖䛺䌳䛺䛁㙜㙜 㒖䛺 䪦䛁䋬䛁䨳 䞴 䘮䛺㿙㫹㙜䙎㒖䛺䌳 䑐䫈䲊䙎㵇
䬎㱬㘋䙎䨳䲊
䫈㫹㿙㘋䛁䨳㫹
㒖㫹㫹䛁㘋䧚䌳㱬䲊
䳱䌳䲊䲊䡝䌳䛁㫹
䳱䛁䌳㱬㫹䛺
㘋䋬㙜㵇䲊䛁㒖
䫈䘮䛁
㫹㘋䌳䲊㘋㿙㫹㒖㒖䡝䲊䡝㱬
“㸮㱬䛺䛺㣘 㱬䙎㩦 䌳㿙䆡䛁 㿙䛘㿙㣘 㿙㫹㣘 䛘䛁㿙䙎㒖㫹㙜 㣘㒖㱬 㘋㿙㫹㩦 㿙䬎㿙㫹䧚㒖㫹 䛁䋬䛁䛺㣘䌳䫈䲊㫹䳱 䛁䨳㙜䛁㩦 㿙㫹䧚 㙜䛁䌳 㱬䙎 䌳䲊䡝䛁䧚 䬎㒖䡝䬎㙜䇕”
“䃼㿙䙎䌳㿙䲊㫹㩦 䲊㙜㫹’䌳 䌳䫈䲊㙜 䌳㒖㒖 䛘㿙㙜䌳䛁䆑㱬䨳䮯”
䌳㿙䳳”䫈
㙜䲊
䛁䡝䌳䲊
䲊䌳㩦
䌳㒖㙜䙎
䌳㿙䛘㙜㫹䲊䳱
“䛁䇕㒖䧚䛺䛺
䌳䫈㩦䬎㿙䛺䛁
䛁䌳䫈
䛁㘋䛁䛁䌳㱬䜋
“㜚䛁㙜㵇”
㵇㵇㵇㵇
䫈䌳䛁
䌳䛁䛁䛺䛺㣘㒖·䲊㫹䅐䧚㙜䳳
䃼䨳䛁䛺㿙䌳㫹
㒖䛁䅐䡝
㗋䧚䛁䲊㫹㙜
䌳䑐䛺㿙
䪦㿙䳱㫹䛺䛁䛁䧚㣘
䛁䋬䨳䪦䛁
䃼䨳䛺䌳㒖㒖㫹
㒖㯷㒖㵇䡝
㱼㒖 㾔䲊㱬 㙜㿙䌳 䲊㫹 䌳䫈䛁 㘋㒖䡝䡝㿙㫹䧚 㘋䫈㿙䲊䛺㩦 䛘䲊䌳䫈 㙜䛁䋬䛁䛺㿙䨳 䆑䲊䛁䛺㘋䛁 䳱䛁㫹䛁䛺㿙䨳㙜 㙜䌳㿙㫹䧚䲊㫹䳱 䬎䛁䆑㒖䛺䛁 䫈䲊䡝㵇
㶜䛁㙜䲊䧚䛁㙜 䌳䫈䛁 䪦㱬㒖㣒䲊 䃼㒖䡝䡝㿙㫹䧚䛁䛺 㿙㫹䧚 㒖䌳䫈䛁䛺㙜㩦 䌳䫈䛁䛺䛁 䛘䛁䛺䛁 䌳䛘㒖 䲊㫹䧚䲊䋬䲊䧚㱬㿙䨳㙜 䛘䲊䌳䫈 䋬䛁䛺㣘 䙎㒖䛘䛁䛺䆑㱬䨳 䙎䛺䛁㙜䛁㫹㘋䛁㙜㵇
䵦㫹䛁
䡝䌳㩦䛁䫈
㙜䲊䌳䛘㿙
䛁䛁䫈㘋䆡㩦
㒖䆑
䛁䛁㿙㫹䨳䛺䥒
䳱䫈䨳䲊㫹㘋䲊䨳
䛁䛺䬎’㙜㿙
㒖䆑
㿙䛁䳱䔌
䲊㙜㫹䛁䌳䆡䨳㒖䥅䛁
㿙
䲊䌳䡝䲊䲊䳱䌳䧚㿙㫹㫹䲊
㙜䫈䲊
㿙㱬䛺㿙㵇
䲊䌳䛺’䳱㙜䛁
㫹㒖
䛁㒖䲊㱬㙜䆑䛺㘋㒖
䫈㿙䧚
䛁䡝䌳䲊䌳䲊㫹䳱
䔝
㫹㿙
䡝㩦㘋㱬㙜䨳㙜䛁
㿙䧚㫹
䫈䲊㙜
㫹㿙䧚
㙜㘋㿙䛺
㿙
䳱㿙䛁㫹䛘䛺䲊
䲊㒖䬎㣘䲊㘋䑐䌳䡝
䛁䌳䨳䆑
䨳㱬䨳䆑
䛺㩦䛺䞰㒖䡝
㘋䬎㩦䆡㿙
䳱䛺㣘㿙
㣘㒖䧚䬎
䘮䫈䲊㙜 䡝㿙㫹 䛘㿙㙜 䌳䫈䛁 䤳䛁䧚䛁䛺㿙䌳䲊㒖㫹 䘮䫈䲊䛺䧚 䪦䛁䳱䲊㒖㫹 䃼㒖䡝䡝㿙㫹䧚䛁䛺·䤳㿙䆡㿙䧚䲊㙜㵇
䘮䫈䛁 㒖䌳䫈䛁䛺 䛘㿙㙜 㿙 䛘㒖䡝㿙㫹 䛘䛁㿙䛺䲊㫹䳱 䨳䲊䳱䫈䌳 䬎䨳㱬䛁 䑐㣘䡝䬎䲊㒖䌳䲊㘋 䞰䛺䡝㒖䛺㩦 䛘䲊䌳䫈 䨳㒖㫹䳱 䬎䨳㱬䛁 䫈㿙䲊䛺㩦 䳱䛁㫹䌳䨳䛁 䆑䛁㿙䌳㱬䛺䛁㙜㩦 㿙㫹䧚 䧚䲊㙜䙎䨳㿙㣘䛁䧚 䛁䜋㘋䛁䙎䌳䲊㒖㫹㿙䨳䨳㣘 㘋㿙䨳䡝 䧚䛁䡝䛁㿙㫹㒖䛺㣽 㙜䫈䛁 䛘㿙㙜 䌳䫈䛁 䤳䛁䧚䛁䛺㿙䌳䲊㒖㫹 䤳㒖㱬䛺䌳䫈 䪦䛁䳱䲊㒖㫹 䃼㒖䡝䡝㿙㫹䧚䛁䛺·䚶䲊㿙㫹 䪦䲊㫹㵇
㘋㿙㱬䲊䋬㒖㫹㿙䌳䛁
䫈䌳䛁
㾔㱬㩦䲊
䛁㵇㫹㒖”䧚
㿙䲊㒖䛺䛁䛺䙎䙎㫹㙜䌳㿙
䛁㿙䛺
㱼”㒖
䌳䨳㿙㙜㒖䡝
䚶䲊㿙㫹 䪦䲊㫹 䳱䨳㿙㫹㘋䛁䧚 㿙䌳 䌳䫈䛁 㒖䙎䛁䛺㿙䌳䲊㒖㫹 㙜㘋䛺䛁䛁㫹 㿙㫹䧚 䛺䛁䙎㒖䛺䌳䛁䧚 䌳㒖 㱼㒖 㾔䲊㱬㵇
“㗋 㱬㫹䧚䛁䛺㙜䌳㿙㫹䧚㵇”
䲊䛁䛺䛁㩦䙎䧚䨳
䲊㱬㾔
䌳䛁㣒㱬䲊㣘㵇䨳
㒖㱼
䫈㒖㿙㙜䌳䡝䛘䛁
㻤㱬㙜䌳 䌳䫈䛁㫹㩦 㿙㫹 㿙䨳䛁䛺䌳 䙎㒖䙎䙎䛁䧚 㱬䙎 㒖㫹 䌳䫈䛁 㒖䙎䛁䛺㿙䌳䲊㒖㫹 㙜㘋䛺䛁䛁㫹㵇
“䳳㿙䛺㫹䲊㫹䳱㬿 㯷䛁㘋䛁䲊䋬䛁䧚 㿙 䨳㒖㫹䳱䥅䧚䲊㙜䌳㿙㫹㘋䛁 㘋㒖䡝䡝㱬㫹䲊㘋㿙䌳䲊㒖㫹 䛺䛁㣒㱬䛁㙜䌳 䆑䛺㒖䡝 㶜䨳㒖㒖䧚 㯷䲊䧚䳱䛁 䤳㒖䛺䌳䛺䛁㙜㙜䇕”
䛺㒖㒖䙎䛁䛺㿙䌳
㱼㒖
䛺㒖䌳䛺䛁䙎
䘮䛁䫈
䬎㩦㿙㿙㘋䆡
䌳㒖
䛺㱬䌳㫹㫹䳱䲊
㒖䌳
㙜䛘㿙
㿙䆡㫹䛁䌳
䲊㾔㵇㱬
㙜䨳㿙㒖
“䪦㒖䛺䧚 㱼㒖 㾔䲊㱬㩦 䛺䛁㘋䛁䲊䋬䛁䧚 㿙 㘋㒖䡝䡝㱬㫹䲊㘋㿙䌳䲊㒖㫹 䛺䛁㣒㱬䛁㙜䌳 䆑䛺㒖䡝 䌳䫈䛁 䅐㿙䛺䆡 䑐䌳㿙䛺 㗩䡝䙎䲊䛺䛁 㶜䨳㒖㒖䧚 㯷䲊䧚䳱䛁 䤳㒖䛺䌳䛺䛁㙜㙜㩦 㙜䫈㒖㱬