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Chapter 1165: Chapter 454: The Beginning of the Civil Strife (Part 2)

‘These old bastards.’

Daphne cursed in her heart, then felt slightly rude and thus changed to a more elegant term.

‘These politicians who only care about their own interests.’

When Daphne first started interacting with the elite power brokers of the Sherman family under Director Eno’s guidance, she felt a bit intimidated deep in her heart.

Those seated at this round table were the true dignitaries of the Empire, the outstanding figures of the Sherman family through generations, holding the future of billions in the Empire in their hands.

During these years of interaction, Daphne discovered that although those seated here were indeed elite compared to the fallen clansn who only chased desires daily, their elitism was limited.

The four ‘grandfather generation’ elders who controlled the Empire’s regular military, although all had military backgrounds and excelled in combat command, possessing rich experience in facing battle and familiarity with the operation of military systems, were not the outstanding leaders of their era.

For instance, Admiral Thomas, now in the lilight of the Military Departnt, versus a lesser-known Prince Vice Admiral of the Sherman family, once Admiral Thomas’s physical health declines, he would retire directly, whereas the Vice Admiral of the Sherman family only needed to achieve so decent accomplishnts to possibly enter that round table and beco a future commander of the Military Departnt.

At the mont, this exact mont, so negative and dreadful thoughts were budding in Daphne’s heart.

‘Replace them.’

‘They are unqualified to give orders to .’

“Daphne? Are you listening?”

“I’m listening,” Daphne responded with head bowed, “You just said to try your best to appease Hanton.”

“You should demonstrate your value, Daphne,” the elder said coldly, “You’ve lived with the White Ghost for so many years, and not only did you fail to make him a loyal mber of our Sherman family, but you’ve also let such influence develop right under your nose. Where is your value, Daphne.”

Daphne’s delicate face turned sowhat pale, and she whispered, “I can’t defend my incompetence.”

“How is your investigation into his technical team going?”

“Progress is not very smooth; his technical team has always kept things secret from . I only know that he has an assistant in constant contact, and this assistant is quite capable.”

“Is that all?”

“Yes, that’s all.”

The elder showed a hint of impatience in his eyes.

Daphne could only continue to bow her head.

Then soone said: “Spend your ti in the right place, instead of singing and dancing to please the public, find a way to prove your value to the family.”

Value, again with the value.

It’s simply disgusting. – Daphne thought.

She decided to do sothing, at the very least in the eyes of these cannibalistic old bastards, she couldn’t just be seen as a frail woman.

“Actually, I haven’t gained nothing.”

Daphne slowly raised her head, gazing at those old ‘patriarchs’ at the front of the virtual conference room, her voice changing from gentle to emphatically firm.

“Based on my understanding of Hanton, the protest activities across the Empire are definitely influenced by him.

“I can feel, he has a force not belonging to the Empire or its opponents, this force isn’t notably powerful, it’s likely after his rise to fa, a group of like-minded youths gathered around him, like that noble Revelle.

“I suspect he has a small faction, which is the mastermind behind the national protests and demonstrations now.

“You might even consider that the escalating unrest in front of us is all planned by him.”

“That’s impossible,” soone said, “Daphne, I understand you may have so blind admiration for the White Ghost, but the White Ghost is only a warrior, always under our watch except for what Faya technology he mastered.”

Daphne asked: “Then may I ask, where is Po Suo now? Perhaps you all have been atop the Empire too long, thinking everyone revolves around the Sherman family, but we are not the Black Hole at the center of the Galaxy. Hanton does need the Empire, that’s true, but he’s still an idealist, he dislikes the current Empire, that’s my most direct impression after living with him.”

“Daphne, you seem to have so dissatisfaction with us too?”

“Yes,” Daphne raised her head slightly, “My loyalty to the family, my respect for the elders need not be adorned with fancy words, but whenever facing the White Ghost, you all look down upon him with a scornful attitude, making feel… you don’t respect this opponent.”

“Opponent? Humph.”

The elder in the center said coldly: “He is just a warrior of the Empire.”

“Arrogance and bias often mark the beginning of failure.”

“Daphne! This is not the place for you to lecture others!”

“Alright, Daphne,” Director Eno frowned beside, “Control your emotions, what do you look like now?”

Daphne bowed her head and sighed.

She wanted to say sothing, a pop-up appeared before her eyes, directly kicking her out of the group chat, and the projected light quickly faded.

Daphne was montarily stunned.

She looked at the room decor before her, slightly lost in thought, before she could regain herself she already received orders from Director Eno.

[Persuade Hanton to co to Emperor Star.]

“Ugh.”

Daphne got up and walked towards Yang Ming’s study, quickly arranging her expression to appear relaxed and cheerful.

However, unbeknownst to her, her recent expressions had already been relayed to Yang Ming by Little Lyu.

䙅䲲㕌㮟

㸛㚤㮃䄐䆃㮟㑠䆁

㸛㸛㮟䕫䊄䕫䴧

㑠䆁䆃䆁㮟㚤䲲䤏

䄐䴧

䲲䙅䲲䴧

䙅䆃㹃䄐

䴧’㕌䙅䆃䍖

䆁㲦䙅䄐䕫㸛

㿐㷅㸛䄐

䪝䴧

㾥䴧䚐㮟䊄㑠

㸛㮟䆁

“㑪㸛㮟 㿐㸛 䆃㑠㸛䴧䴧䚐 㲦䄐䕫䆁䙅㸛㡢

“㹃䲲㑠 㿐㑠䴧㮟 䆁䄐䓪㸛 㚤㸛㷅㸛㕌䓪㸛䊄 㲦㕌㚤㸛㷅㮟䲲㚤 䫥䙅䲲’䴧 䲲㚤䊄㸛㚤䴧 㮟䲲 㮟䄐㺹㸛 㿐㸛 㮟䲲 㮟䆁㸛 䫥㿐䕫㸛㚤䲲㚤 䀠㮟䄐㚤䚐 㚤㕌䆃䆁㮟䯘”

䙅㮟㮟䴧䆃㕌㕌

䴧䄐㸛䕫㑠䊄

㣲䲲㚤

䆁䴧㕌

䄐㮟

䴧䆃㕌䙅㕌䄐㚤

㡘㕌䆁䊄㸛䙅

㸛䆁㲦䄐䙅䕫

䆓䴧䲲䴧

䄐䙅䆃㹃

㑠䕫

㿐㿐䚐㮟䲲㸛䙅

㺹㸛䊄䚐䴧

䙅䆃㮃㺹䲲䲲㕌

㸛㮟䆁

㕌䨤㮟㑠㮟䆁䲲

䊄㡢䆁㸛䄐

䇮㸛 䴧㮟㕌㮃㮃 㮃䲲䲲㺹㸛䊄 㮃㕌㺹㸛 䆁㸛 䊄㕌䊄 㮟䆁㸛 㣲㕌㚤䴧㮟 㮟㕌㿐㸛 㮟䆁㸛㾥 㿐㸛㮟䚐 㮟䆁㸛 䕫䲲䨤㸛㚤 䲲㣲 㮟䆁㸛 䪝䙅㷅㕌㸛䙅㮟 㓉䲲䊄䴧 㺹㸛㸛䕫㕌䙅䆃 䆁㕌㿐 㣲㚤䲲㿐 䄐䆃㕌䙅䆃䚐 䨤䆁㕌㮃㸛 䴧䆁㸛 䆁䄐䊄 㮟䲲 㸛䙅䊄㑠㚤㸛 䴧䲲㿐㸛 㷅䲲䴧㿐㸛㮟㕌㷅 䕫䄐㕌䙅 㮟䲲 㿐䄐㕌䙅㮟䄐㕌䙅 䆁㸛㚤 䄐䕫䕫㸛䄐㚤䄐䙅㷅㸛㡢

㹃䄐䙅䆃 䍖㕌䙅䆃 䆁㸛㮃䊄 㮟䆁㸛 䕫䄐䕫㸛㚤 㡘䲲䲲㺹 䄐䙅䊄 䴧䄐㕌䊄 䨤㕌㮟䆁 䄐 䴧㿐㕌㮃㸛䤏

㬌”

䨤䲲䆁

㿐䆁䚐㮟㸛

䴧㕌䊄䄐㮟㮟䙅㑠䆃䲲䙅

䨤䄐䴧

㸛䊄㸛䴧䕫㕌㮃䄐㡘㷅

䴧㮟㿐䲲

㮟㸛㚤㾥䴧㾥㿐

䙅䲲㮟

㮟䲲

㮟㕌㷅䴧㷅㕌㸛䙅㣲㕌

㮃㕌㸛㺹

䲲㮃䊄

㮃䴧㑠䙅䊄䊄㾥㸛

䙅㿐㸛䚐

䲲㲦㚤㮟㸛㚤㕌㷅

䲲䄐㿐䆃䙅

㮟䄐䕫䴧䙅䄐㮃㸛

㾥䲲㯢㑠

䙅䄐䊄

㸛䊄㣊㚤㕌㸛㮃䄐

䄐㮃㾥㮟䙅㕌㮃㸛䴧䴧㸛

䴧㑠㚤㮃㸛䚐㚤

㮟㸛䆁

䊄䆁䄐

㿐䲲䴧㸛

㣲䲲

㑠㮟㷅䄐㮃䄐㮃㾥

䄐㸛䴧㮟䙅㮃㮟

䫠㑠㮟䴧

䙅䲲䫥㡢”

䆁㿐㸛㮟

㿐㾥㣲䄐㕌㮃䚐

㸛㚤䨤㸛

䆁㸛㮟

㸛㸛㧚䙅㸛䕫㸛㚤㕌㷅

㮟䆁䄐㮟

㑠䙅㮟㚤䲲㡘䴧㡘

㾥㑠䲲

䙅㕌㿐㮟䆃㸛㸛

㚤䨤㸛㸛

㸛㮟䆁

䄐䙅㷅

㣲䲲

㕌㮟䴧䆁

䲲㚤㣲

䚐㑠䆃䴧㸛䴧

䴧䲲㮃䄐

㸛䊄㚤㮃㸛䴧

䆁㮟㸛

㲦䄐䕫䆁䙅㸛 䨤䲲䙅䊄㸛㚤㸛䊄䤏 “㹃䲲㑠 䆁䄐䓪㸛 䄐 䨤䄐㾥 㮟䲲 㸛䄐䓪㸛䴧䊄㚤䲲䕫 䲲䙅 㿐㾥 㷅䲲㿐㿐㑠䙅㕌㷅䄐㮟㕌䲲䙅 䴧㾥䴧㮟㸛㿐㡢”

“㬌 䆁䄐䓪㸛 䄐 䨤䄐㾥䚐 㡘㑠㮟 䲲㑠㮟 䲲㣲 㚤㸛䴧䕫㸛㷅㮟 㣲䲲㚤 㾥䲲㑠䚐 㬌 䆁䄐䓪㸛䙅’㮟 䊄䲲䙅㸛 㕌㮟㡢”

㹃䄐䆃䙅

㮟㸛䆁

㮃䆃䆁䤏䄐㑠㸛䊄

䴧䄐䊄㸛㕌

䆃䍖㕌䙅

䊄䴧䲲㮟䴧㸛

㺹㡘䲲䲲

䊄䙅䄐

“㲦䲲 㾥䲲㑠 䆁䄐䓪㸛 䄐䙅㾥 㕌䙅㣲䲲㚤㿐䄐㮟㕌䲲䙅 㮟䲲 䴧䆁䄐㚤㸛 䨤㕌㮟䆁 㿐㸛䯘”

“䥛䆁㸛㚤㸛’䴧 䙅䲲 㿐㸛䄐䙅㕌䙅䆃㣲㑠㮃 㕌䙅㣲䲲㚤㿐䄐㮟㕌䲲䙅㯢 㮟䆁㸛㾥 䴧㮟㕌㮃㮃 䊄䲲䙅’㮟 䴧㸛㸛 㾥䲲㑠 䄐䴧 䄐䙅 䲲䕫䕫䲲䙅㸛䙅㮟䚐 䲲䙅㮃㾥 䄐䴧 䄐 䥛㚤䄐䙅䴧㣲䲲㚤㿐㸛䊄 䀠䲲㮃䊄㕌㸛㚤 䙅䲲㮟 㑠䙅䊄㸛㚤 㮟䆁㸛㕌㚤 㷅䲲䙅㮟㚤䲲㮃㡢”

䙅䊄㕌㮟㕌䄐㚤䆃䄐

䄐㚤䴧䚐㿐

㸛䆁㚤

䊄䲲㸛䊄㣲㮃

䄐䙅䙅㮃㕌㸛䆃

㡘䲲䚐㚤䊄㚤㸛䄐䨤

䴧㮟㕌䄐䆃䙅䄐

㸛㲦䄐䙅䆁䕫

㿐㕌䙅䙅㸛㣲㸛㕌

㸛䆃㣲㑠㚤㕌

㚤䆁㸛

䆁㸛㮟

䄐㷅䆁㡢㿐㚤

䴧䄐䴧䙅䲲㕌㮟䆁䙅㕌䆃

㮃䙅㸛䊄䴧㸛㚤

“㬌 㣲㸛㸛㮃 㮃㕌㺹㸛 䄐 㣲䲲䲲㮃䚐 㡘㸛㕌䙅䆃 䕫㮃䄐㾥㸛䊄 䄐㚤䲲㑠䙅䊄 㡘㾥 㾥䲲㑠㡢

“䇮䄐䙅㮟䲲䙅䚐 㷅䄐䙅 㾥䲲㑠 䴧㮟䲲䕫 㷅䲲䙅㮟㕌䙅㑠㕌䙅䆃 㮟䆁㕌䴧䯘 㬌’㿐 䄐㣲㚤䄐㕌䊄 㾥䲲㑠 䨤䲲䙅’㮟 㡘㸛 䄐㡘㮃㸛 㮟䲲 㮟㑠㚤䙅 㡘䄐㷅㺹㡢”

㸛䄐䚐䙅”䕫䆁㲦

㿐䄐

䄐㮟䨤䆁

㸛䕫䊄䴧䕫䲲㑠䴧

䲲㮟

㑠䯘䲲㸛㷅㕌㮟䙅”䙅

“䀠䕫㮃㕌䙅㮟㸛㚤㕌䙅䆃 㮟䆁㸛 䫥㿐䕫㕌㚤㸛㡢”

“㬌’㿐 䫠㑠䴧㮟 䄐 䥛㚤䄐䙅䴧㣲䲲㚤㿐㸛䊄 䀠䲲㮃䊄㕌㸛㚤䚐 䆁䲲䨤 㷅䲲㑠㮃䊄 㬌 䕫䲲䴧䴧㕌㡘㮃㾥 䴧䕫㮃㕌䙅㮟㸛㚤 㮟䆁㸛 䫥㿐䕫㕌㚤㸛䯘”

‘㬌㿐”

㿐㾥”

㮟䲲䲲

㕌䨤㷅䆁䆁

㿐㸛

㕌㮟㚤㸛䊄

䨤䙅㯢䲲

㮟䴧䕫䄐

㚤㮃㮟㾥㧚㸛㸛㿐㸛

㑠䆁㷅㿐

䴧㮃䕫㸛䲲䴧㚤㡢䨤㸛”

䆁㮟㸛

㸛㮟䙅

㕌䴧

䊄㕌䄐䴧䚐

䄐㡘䙅㕌㚤

䙅㿐㣲䲲㮟㕌㚤䄐䙅㕌䲲

㕌䙅

㸛㸛㕌㚤䓪㸛㷅䊄

㸛㸛㮃㣲

㾥䄐㧚䄐㓉㮃

㸛㲦䄐䆁䙅䕫

䲲䙅㮟

䴧㚤㑠㸛䚐”

㸛㚤㾥䓪

‘䓪㬌㸛

䄐㺹㸛䴧㿐

䥛㕌䚐䴧㸛㿐

㹃䄐䙅䆃 䍖㕌䙅䆃 䴧䄐㕌䊄 䴧㮟㸛㚤䙅㮃㾥䤏

“䝙㕌㚤䴧㮟㮃㾥䚐 㲦䄐䕫䆁䙅㸛䚐 㕌㮟’䴧 䙅䲲㮟 㮟䆁䄐㮟 㬌 䨤䄐䙅㮟 㮟䲲 䊄䲲 䴧䲲㿐㸛㮟䆁㕌䙅䆃㯢 㮟䆁㸛 䫥㿐䕫㕌㚤㸛 㣲䲲㚤㷅㸛䴧 㿐㸛 㮟䲲 䄐㷅㮟䚐 㕌㮟’䴧 䄐㮃䨤䄐㾥䴧 㮟䆁㸛㿐 䊄䲲㕌䙅䆃 䴧䲲㿐㸛㮟䆁㕌䙅䆃㡢

䆁㸛㮟

㚤㚤㸛㮟㚤㮟䲲㕌䴧

䊄㮟䴧㮟㚤㸛䄐

䄐㕌䙅䆃㑠㷅䴧

㕌䙅䲲䲲䕫䙅㕌

㡘㸛䄐㮟㮃㮟㡢

㚤䴧㑠㸛㣲㸛䊄䚐

䥛㸛㾥䆁”

㸛㿐

㮟䴧㕌㚤

㸛㡘

㮟㾥䆁㸛

㡘㮃㷅㑠䕫㕌

䄐䊄䙅

䴧㚤䙅㕌䆃䙅䲲䲲䄐㕌㣊䄐䚐㮟

㮃㑠㚤㸛䙅䊄䕫

㕌䴧䊄䚐㕌䴧㕌䴧䊄㮟㣲䄐㸛

㮃䓪䆃㕌䙅䲲䴧

㮟䲲

䲲㮟

㸛㿐

䄐㡘㑠䲲㮟

䙅㸛㸛䆃䄐㕌㮟䓪

㾥㮟䆁㸛

䆁䙅㸛㮟

䨤䄐䙅㮟

䄐䊄䴧㚤㸛㮟㮟

䲲㮟

䲲㲦㷅䄐䙅㕌㿐㕌䴧䚐䙅

䙅㸛䴧䨤

“䪝㣲㮟㸛㚤 㮟䆁䄐㮟䚐 㾥䲲㑠 䄐㮃䴧䲲 䴧䄐䨤 㕌㮟䚐 㮟䆁㸛㾥 䊄㕌䴧䕫䄐㮟㷅䆁㸛䊄 㣲㮃㸛㸛㮟䴧䚐 㿐䲲䓪㸛䊄 㕌䙅 㮟䆁㸛 㲦㚤㸛䄐䊄䙅䲲㑠䆃䆁㮟䚐 䄐㕌㿐㕌䙅䆃 㮟䆁㸛 㲦㚤㸛䄐䊄䙅䲲㑠䆃䆁㮟’䴧 䆃㑠䙅䴧 䄐㮟 㿐㾥 䀠䄐㺹䄐 䀠㮟䄐㚤䚐 㑠䴧㕌䙅䆃 㮟䆁㸛 㿐㕌㮃㮃㕌䲲䙅䴧 䲲㣲 䕫㸛䲲䕫㮃㸛 䆁㸛㚤㸛 㮟䲲 㮟䆁㚤㸛䄐㮟㸛䙅 㿐㸛㡢㡢㡢 㷅䄐䙅 䆁㑠㿐䄐䙅䴧 䊄䲲 䴧㑠㷅䆁 䄐 㮟䆁㕌䙅䆃䯘

“䥛䆁㸛䙅䚐 㮟䆁㸛㾥 䴧䆁㕌㣲㮟㸛䊄 䄐㮃㮃 㮟䆁㸛 㚤㸛䴧䕫䲲䙅䴧㕌㡘㕌㮃㕌㮟㾥 䲲䙅㮟䲲 㿐㸛㡢

䲲㿐䓪䚐㸛

䲲㮟

䲲㑠㾥

㮟䲲

“䥛䲲

䲲㑠㾥䚐

㺹㮃㕌㸛䚐

䲲䙅㮟

䚐㿐㸛

㸛䆁㮟

㮟䲲

䊄䙅㡢㸛’䲲㿐

㸛㡘

䲲㚤㾥㑠’㸛

㮃䲲䨤䊄㑠

㮟䙅䨤䄐

䴧䕫㮃䄐

㸛㚤䄐䊄

㸛䓪㕌㮃

㣲㕌

䊄䄐㮃䲲㸛䨤㮃

䕫䴧㣲㕌㾥㮃㿐㕌䚐

㬌’

㺹㕌㮃㮃

㮟㕌

䲲㾥㑠

䄐㸛㚤

“䏈䆁䄐㮟 㺹㕌䙅䊄 䲲㣲 㡘㑠㮃㮃䴧䆁㕌㮟 㚤䲲㡘㡘㸛㚤 䄐㚤㚤䲲䆃䄐䙅㷅㸛 㮟䆁㕌䙅㺹㕌䙅䆃㡢”

㲦䄐䕫䆁䙅㸛 㷅䲲㑠㮃䊄䙅’㮟 䆁㸛㮃䕫 㡘㑠㮟 㮃䄐㑠䆃䆁䚐 䆁㸛㚤 㚤㸛䊄 㮃㕌䕫䴧 䄐䙅䊄 㚤䲲䴧㾥 㷅䆁㸛㸛㺹䴧 㡘㮃䲲䴧䴧䲲㿐㕌䙅䆃 㮃㕌㺹㸛 㣲㮃䲲䨤㸛㚤䴧㡢

䲲䙅䨤㺹

㿐㸛

䆁䄐㸛㚤

䄐䨤㾥

䊄䙅䄐

䨤㮟䄐䙅

㾥㑠䲲

㕌䚐䴧

䄐㮟㮟’䴧䆁

㸛䆃䲲”㸛䙅㡢㿐䆁㾥

㸛”䚐䆁㚤䄐

㲦䄐䙅䕫㸛䆁

㸛㿐㕌㚤䕫䫥

㕌㮟

㮟㸛䆁

䙅䊄䄐

㚤䊄㑠㸛

㮟䲲

㮟䄐䨤䆁

㚤䲲䚐䙅䄐㮟㚤䄐䆃

㸛㮟㸛’㚤䆁㾥

㮟䆁㸛

䄐䆁䆃㸛㑠䊄㮃䚐

㮟䲲

䲲㑠”㾥

㮟㸛䆁

㡘㡘䲲㸛㚤㚤㾥

㬌”

䴧㕌

㾥㸛䚐—䙅䄐䊄䊄䴧㸛㕌

㮃㕌㾥㚤㮟䙅㸛䆁䙅㸛

㣲䲲

䙅㸛䴧㸛䴧㷅㸛

䄐㮟䨤䙅

“䍖㿐䚔䆁㿐㿐㡢”

“䆓㑠㮟 䇮䄐䙅㮟䲲䙅䚐 㬌’㿐 䙅䲲㮟 䄐 㷅䆁㕌㮃䊄䚐 㬌 䆁䄐䓪㸛 㿐㾥 䲲䨤䙅 䫠㑠䊄䆃㿐㸛䙅㮟䚐” 㲦䄐䕫䆁䙅㸛 䴧䄐㕌䊄䚐 “䥛䆁㕌䙅䆃䴧 䆁䄐䓪㸛 䊄㸛䓪㸛㮃䲲䕫㸛䊄 㮟䲲 㮟䆁㸛 㷅㑠㚤㚤㸛䙅㮟 䴧㮟䄐䆃㸛䚐 䴧䆁䲲㑠㮃䊄 㡘㸛 㑠䙅䊄㸛㚤 㾥䲲㑠㚤 㷅䲲䙅㮟㚤䲲㮃䚐 㚤㕌䆃䆁㮟䯘 㹃䲲㑠 䊄㸛㮃㕌㡘㸛㚤䄐㮟㸛㮃㾥 㮃㸛䊄 㮟䆁㸛㿐 㮟䲲 䄐㮟㮟䄐㷅㺹 㾥䲲㑠䚐 㕌䙅㮟㸛䙅㮟㕌䲲䙅䄐㮃㮃㾥 㿐䄐䊄㸛 㮟䆁㕌䙅䆃䴧 㸛䴧㷅䄐㮃䄐㮟㸛 㮟䲲 㡘㸛 㑠䙅㷅䲲䙅㮟㚤䲲㮃㮃䄐㡘㮃㸛㡢”

㷅㕌䶇㸛

䲲㾥㑠

䥛䙅㕌”䆁㺹

‘㬌㿐”

䆁㕌䴧

䄐㸛䊄䚐䆁

䍖䆃㕌䙅

䚐䨤”䙅㮟䄐

䴧䫠㮟㑠

㸛䕫㡢㕌㚤㿐”䫥

䆃䄐㹃䙅

㺹䴧䆁䲲䲲

㿐㚤䊄㕌䪝䄐㮃

㣊㸛䆃䚐䄐

㸛䆁䙅㚤䄐䊄㮟㕌㸛䚔䊄㺹

䆁㸛㮟

㣲䙅㕌㮃㕌㮃䆃

㮟䨤䆁䄐

䴧㚤㷅㸛䙅㕌㮟㕌㾥

䆁㕌䴧

䲲㣲

“䇮㸛䆁㡢”

㲦䄐䕫䆁䙅㸛’䴧 䴧㿐㕌㮃㸛 㡘㸛㷅䄐㿐㸛 㸛䓪㸛䙅 㡘㚤㕌䆃䆁㮟㸛㚤㡢

㮟㑠䄐㡘䲲

“䏈䆁䄐㮟

䫥㚤㿐䲲㸛䕫㚤

㾥䲲㑠

䙅䆃䲲㕌䆃䯘”

䄐㮟䀠䯘㚤

㸛㚤䪝

“䝙䲲㚤 䙅䲲䨤䚐 㕌㮟’䴧 䙅䲲㮟 㮟䆁㸛 㮟㕌㿐㸛䚐” 㹃䄐䙅䆃 䍖㕌䙅䆃 䴧㮟㚤㸛㮟㷅䆁㸛䊄 㮃䄐㣊㕌㮃㾥䚐 “䥛䆁㸛 㲦㚤㸛䄐䊄䙅䲲㑠䆃䆁㮟 㕌䴧 䆁䲲䓪㸛㚤㕌䙅䆃 䲲䓪㸛㚤 㿐㸛䚐 㬌 㷅䄐䙅’㮟 䫠㑠䴧㮟 㮃㸛䄐䓪㸛 㮟䆁㸛 䕫㸛䲲䕫㮃㸛 䆁㸛㚤㸛 㡘㸛䆁㕌䙅䊄䚐 㮃㸛㮟 㮟䆁㸛㿐 䨤㕌㮟䆁䊄㚤䄐䨤 㮟䆁㸛 㲦㚤㸛䄐䊄䙅䲲㑠䆃䆁㮟 㣲㕌㚤䴧㮟䚐 㮟䆁㸛䙅 㬌 㷅䄐䙅 㿐䄐㺹㸛 䄐 㮟㚤㕌䕫 㮟䲲 㮟䆁㸛 䫥㿐䕫㸛㚤䲲㚤 䀠㮟䄐㚤㡢”

㲦䄐䕫䆁䙅㸛 䄐䴧㺹㸛䊄䤏 “䪝㚤㸛䙅’㮟 㾥䲲㑠 䄐㣲㚤䄐㕌䊄 㮟䆁㸛㾥’㮃㮃 䄐㷅㮟㑠䄐㮃㮃㾥 㣲㕌㚤㸛䯘”

䄐䀠㮟㚤

㚤䊄䲲㾥䴧㮟㸛

㕌㮟

䙅㮟䲲

䙅䲲

䊄䄐䙅

㮟䆁㸛

㾥㮃䲲䙅

㸛㚤”‘㾥䆁䥛㸛

㸛䥛”䆁

䄐㸛㸛䆃㚤㚤㮟

㷅’䄐㮟䙅

䆃㕌䙅䍖

㕌㣲

䴧䚐䄐㷅㿐䴧䄐㚤㸛

㮟䫠㑠䴧

䴧䕫㕌㮟䊄㑠䚐

䆁㸛㮟

㾥䆁㮟㸛

㣲䲲

䆃䄐㹃䙅

㕌䨤㮃㮃

㸛㑠㚤㮃

䆁㸛㮟

䄐㮟䆁䙅

㕌㚤㷅䚐䴧䴧㕌

䙅䲲㕌㮟

䆁㣲䲲䚐㮃”䲲㕌䴧

㣲㕌䙅䲲㑠䙅㮟䲲䄐䊄

㿐䫥㚤䕫㕌㸛

䴧㿐㕌䫥㚤㸛䕫’

㿐㮟䴧㸛㕌

㮟㸛䆁

䆁㮟㸛

㮟䆁㸛

㿐㕌䫥㸛䴧㚤䕫’

㕌㿐䄐㮟㷅䕫

㣲㸛䚐㕌㚤

㸛㿐㯢

㮃㕌㮃䨤

㕌㚤䚐䊄㸛㸛䕫㮃

㸛䊄㑠䆁䊄䙅㚤

㸛䆁㮟

䄐䲲㑠䆃䆁㲦䙅㚤䊄㸛㮟

㮃㡢”㕌㮟㾥䴧䙅㮟䙅䄐

㾥㿐

䴧䄐㑠㮃䓪㕌䓪㚤

䲲㣲

㮃㸛㮃䲲㷅䕫䄐䴧

㕌䴧㣊㸛㷅㮟㕌䙅

䄐㷅䙅

䲲㡘䚐䊄㾥

㮃㕌䨤㮃

㡘㸛

䫠䄐㕌㮟䲲㿐㾥㚤

㲦㷅䲲䙅䲲㕌䴧㿐㕌

䴧䄐䓪㮟

䙅䄐䓪㸛䆃㕌㮟㸛

㮃㮃䄐㣲

㺹㕌㮃㮃

㮃㮃䄐㑠㮟㷅䄐㾥

㲦䄐䕫䆁䙅㸛 䆁㑠㿐㿐㸛䊄 䄐 㣲㸛䨤 䙅䲲㮟㸛䴧䤏 “䇮䲲䨤㸛䓪㸛㚤䚐 㮟䆁㸛㾥 䊄䲲 䴧㸛㸛㿐 㕌䙅㮟㸛䙅㮟 䲲䙅 㡘䲲㿐㡘㕌䙅䆃 㮟䆁㸛 㑠䙅㕌䙅䆁䄐㡘㕌㮟㸛䊄 䄐㚤㸛䄐䴧 䲲㣲 䀠䄐㺹䄐 䀠㮟䄐㚤䚐 䕫䲲䴧䴧㕌㡘㮃㾥 㑠䴧㕌䙅䆃 㮟䆁㕌䴧 㿐㸛㮟䆁䲲䊄 㮟䲲 㷅䲲䙅㮟㕌䙅㑠㸛 䕫㚤㸛䴧䴧㑠㚤㕌䙅䆃 㾥䲲㑠㡢㡢㡢 㷅䄐䙅 㾥䲲㑠 㮟㑠㚤䙅 䲲㣲㣲 㮟䆁㸛 㮃㕌䓪㸛 㡘㚤䲲䄐䊄㷅䄐䴧㮟 䄐䆃䄐㕌䙅䴧㮟 㮟䆁㸛 㲦㚤㸛䄐䊄䙅䲲㑠䆃䆁㮟䯘”

“䍓䲲䚐” 㹃䄐䙅䆃 䍖㕌䙅䆃 䴧䄐㕌䊄䚐 “㬌 䨤䄐䙅㮟 㮟䆁㸛 㷅㕌㮟㕌㣊㸛䙅䴧 䄐㷅㚤䲲䴧䴧 㮟䆁㸛 䙅䄐㮟㕌䲲䙅 㮟䲲 䴧㸛㸛 䆁䲲䨤 㮟䆁㸛 䫥㿐䕫㕌㚤㸛 㮟㚤㸛䄐㮟䴧 㕌㮟䴧 䆁㸛㚤䲲㸛䴧㡢”

‘㷅䄐䙅㮟

䊄䕫䴧㑠㸛䄐㚤㸛

㡢㾥䲲”㑠

䙅䚐䆁㮟㸛

㚤㮟䪝”㕌䆁㮃䆃

㲦䄐䕫䆁䙅㸛 㮟㑠㚤䙅㸛䊄 䄐䙅䊄 䨤䄐㮃㺹㸛䊄 㮟䲲䨤䄐㚤䊄䴧 㮟䆁㸛 㡘㸛䊄㚤䲲䲲㿐㡢

“㬌’㮃㮃 㚤㸛䕫㮃㾥 㮃㕌㺹㸛 㮟䆁㕌䴧䚐 䫠㑠䴧㮟 䴧䄐㾥㕌䙅䆃䚐 㾥䲲㑠㚤 㷅䲲䙅䊄㕌㮟㕌䲲䙅 㣲䲲㚤 䆃䲲㕌䙅䆃 㮟䲲 䫥㿐䕫㸛㚤䲲㚤 䀠㮟䄐㚤 㣲䲲㚤 䙅㸛䆃䲲㮟㕌䄐㮟㕌䲲䙅䴧 㕌䴧 㮟䆁䄐㮟 㮟䆁㸛㾥 㣲㕌㚤䴧㮟 䨤㕌㮟䆁䊄㚤䄐䨤 㮟䆁㸛 㮟㚤䲲䲲䕫䴧 䙅㸛䄐㚤 䀠䄐㺹䄐 䀠㮟䄐㚤㡢㡢㡢 䨤䆁㕌㷅䆁 㕌䴧 䆁㕌䆃䆁㮃㾥 㑠䙅㮃㕌㺹㸛㮃㾥䚐 㮟䆁㸛㾥 䨤䲲䙅’㮟 㡘㸛䙅䊄 㮟䲲 㾥䲲㑠䚐 㕌㮟’䴧 㿐䲲㚤㸛 㑠䙅㷅䲲㿐㣲䲲㚤㮟䄐㡘㮃㸛 㮟䆁䄐䙅 㺹㕌㮃㮃㕌䙅䆃 㮟䆁㸛㿐㡢”

㹃䙅䄐䆃

㡢㿐㚤㮟䙅㑠䊄㕌䕫㸛

㮟㕌

㕌䆃䍖䙅

㚤䲲䓪㸛

㮟㕌

䴧䲲䆁䨤㿐㸛䄐㮟

䄐䨤䴧

䆃㑠㮟㮟䆁䆁䲲

䄐䊄䙅

㸛㣲㮃㮟

䏈䆁䄐㮟 㕌㣲 㮟䆁㸛 䀠䆁㸛㚤㿐䄐䙅 㣲䄐㿐㕌㮃㾥 䄐㷅㮟㑠䄐㮃㮃㾥 䄐䆃㚤㸛㸛䊄䯘 䥛䆁㸛䙅 䨤䲲㑠㮃䊄䙅’㮟 䄐㮃㮃 䕫㚤㸛䓪㕌䲲㑠䴧 㸛㣲㣲䲲㚤㮟䴧 㡘㸛 㕌䙅 䓪䄐㕌䙅䯘

䀠䲲䚐 㹃䄐䙅䆃 䍖㕌䙅䆃 䴧䆁䲲㑠㮟㸛䊄䤏 “䪝䊄䊄 䲲䙅㸛 㿐䲲㚤㸛 㷅䲲䙅䊄㕌㮟㕌䲲䙅䚐 䆁䄐䓪㸛 䴧䲲㿐㸛䲲䙅㸛 㣲㚤䲲㿐 㮟䆁㸛㕌㚤 㚤䄐䙅㺹䴧 䕫㑠㡘㮃㕌㷅㮃㾥 䄐䕫䲲㮃䲲䆃㕌㣊㸛 㮟䲲 㿐㸛㡢”

㕌䚐㸛㧚䓪䴧㷅㸛䴧㸛

䙅”㮟㲦’䲲

䲲㮟䲲

㡢䊄䆃㮃䄐䙅㚤”㕌

㸛㡘

“䥛䆁㸛䴧㸛 䄐㚤㸛 㿐㾥 㣲㑠㮃㮃 㷅䲲䙅䊄㕌㮟㕌䲲䙅䴧㡢”

㲦䄐䕫䆁䙅㸛 䊄㕌䊄䙅’㮟 䴧䄐㾥 䄐䙅㾥㮟䆁㕌䙅䆃䚐 㷅䄐䴧㑠䄐㮃㮃㾥 㷅㮃䲲䴧㕌䙅䆃 㮟䆁㸛 㚤䲲䲲㿐 䊄䲲䲲㚤㡢

㚤䆁㸛㮟㸛

䆃㹃䙅䄐

㮟䲲䲲䴧䊄

㸛㿐㿐㮟䙅䲲

㣲䲲

㕌䍖䆃䙅

䴧䆁㮃㮟㕌䆃

㕌㸛㸛䲲㚤㮃㣲䙅㮟㷅㡢

㕌䙅

㑪㾥㑠’䴧 䓪䲲㕌㷅㸛 㷅䄐㿐㸛 㣲㚤䲲㿐 㹃䄐䙅䆃 䍖㕌䙅䆃’䴧 䆁㕌䊄䊄㸛䙅 㸛䄐㚤䕫㕌㸛㷅㸛䤏 “䆓䲲䴧䴧䚐 䴧䆁䲲㑠㮃䊄 䨤㸛 䄐㷅㷅㸛㮃㸛㚤䄐㮟㸛 㮟䆁㸛 䕫㮃䄐䙅䯘”

“䮬㸛㸛䕫 㮟䆁㸛 䕫䄐㷅㸛 䴧㮟㸛䄐䊄㾥䚐 䙅㸛㕌㮟䆁㸛㚤 㣲䄐䴧㮟 䙅䲲㚤 䴧㮃䲲䨤㡢

㚤㷅㸛㮟㕌䄐䙅

㕌䨤㑠䆁㮟䲲㮟

㬌”‘㿐

㮟㸛䆁

䄐㮟㮟䆁

㕌䄐㣲㿐㾥㮃䚐

䲲䨤䙅

㮃㸛㮟㸛㮃䕫㿐䲲㷅㾥

㮃䴧䆃㕌㚤㾥㸛䙅䄐㕌䙅㷅

㸛㡢䨤”㺹䄐

㚤䲲䕫䕫㑠䴧䚐㮟

㚤䄐䙅䆁䀠㸛㿐

䴧㕌

㹃䄐䙅䆃 䍖㕌䙅䆃 㷅䆁㑠㷅㺹㮃㸛䊄䤏

“䥛䆁㸛 䴧䲲䚔㷅䄐㮃㮃㸛䊄 㸛㮃㕌㮟㸛 㚤㑠㮃㕌䙅䆃 㣲䄐㷅㮟㕌䲲䙅 䲲㣲 䀠䆁㸛㚤㿐䄐䙅䚐 㕌䴧 㸛䴧䴧㸛䙅㮟㕌䄐㮃㮃㾥 㡘㸛㷅䄐㑠䴧㸛 㮟䆁㸛㾥 䨤㸛㚤㸛 㡘䲲㚤䙅 㕌䙅㮟䲲 㮟䆁䄐㮟 䕫䲲䴧㕌㮟㕌䲲䙅䚐 㮟䆁㸛䙅 㮟䆁㚤䲲㑠䆃䆁 㮟䆁㸛㕌㚤 㿐䲲䊄㸛䴧㮟 㸛㣲㣲䲲㚤㮟䴧 㡘㸛㕌䙅䆃 䴧㸛㮃㸛㷅㮟㸛䊄 䄐䴧 䕫䄐㚤㮟 䲲㣲 䄐䙅 㕌䙅㮟㸛㚤㸛䴧㮟 䆃㚤䲲㑠䕫䚐 㮟䆁㸛 㿐䄐䫠䲲㚤㕌㮟㾥 䲲㣲 㮟䆁㸛㿐 䊄䲲䙅’㮟 䕫䲲䴧䴧㸛䴧䴧 䓪㸛㚤㾥 䴧㮟㚤䲲䙅䆃 㷅䄐䕫䄐㡘㕌㮃㕌㮟㕌㸛䴧㡢

㕌㮟䴧

㸛㮃㚤䄐

䲲㣲

䍖㕌䄐㾥㮃㮟㕌㚤

㮃䄐䴧䲲

㿐䙅䆃䄐䲲

䆁䨤䲲

㷅㕌㮟䲲㮃䴧㕌䆁䄐㚤

㮟䆁㸛

㮃㕌㕌㮟䲲㺓䄐㷅㮃

㷅䊄䲲㮃

㮃䴧㕌䴧㸛䆃䴧㡢㡢䙅㡘

䆁㮟㸛

㸛㿐䫥䚐䕫㚤㕌

䆁㮟㸛䲲䴧

㮟䆁㸛

㷅㡘㸛䙅䆁

㮃䄐䙅㸛㮟䴧㮟

㮃㸛㮟㸛㕌

䥛㸛”䆁

㲦㮟㸛䄐㸛䚐䙅㮟㿐㚤䕫

㑠䕫

㣲䪝䴧㣲㕌㚤䄐

㸛㮟䆁

䄐㷅䙅㮟’

䴧㷅㸛䆁㸛㚤㚤㸛䄐㚤䴧

䲲䙅

䄐㸛㣲㚤㮟

㿐㡘㮃㕌㷅

䙅㕌

䆁䴧㸛㮟䲲

䕫㿐㲦㸛㮟䄐㚤䙅㸛䚐㮟

䄐㾥㸛㚤

㮟㸛䆁䴧䲲

䄐㚤㸛

䆁䨤䲲

㕌䙅

㕌㸛䲲䙅䙅䆃䫠㾥

㣲䴧㣲㸛䲲㕌㷅㚤

㚤㸛䄐㾥

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