Chapter 1168: Chapter 455: The Beginning of Civil Strife (Part 2)
How could this have happened…
The protestors directly killed a hereditary Earl?
Before Yang Ming watched the on-site video that Lyu obtained, his head was full of questions.
Of course, he knew that protests would inevitably incorporate elents of violence, and in so areas, thousands had been injured and arrested in severe incidents.
But these conflicts generally occurred between radical elents of the protestors and local security forces.
Those Great Nobles would either dispatch a large number of security personnel to protect their estates or outright have their private guards to intimidate the protestors; even those weaker Great Nobles would choose to hide in secluded residences at the outset of the protests.
Was this hereditary Earl killed by the protestors soone who had fallen from grace and held only an empty title?
The truth was quite the opposite.
Along with the cri video sent to Yang Ming was detailed information about the deceased.
Imperial Hereditary Earl Marlo Quigen owned a not-so-large piece of land. Although the Administrative Star where the land was located was not affluent, it was not poor either, and Quigen’s decades of accumulation had brought him considerable wealth.
Like many noble families, Quigen did not like living on his narrow territory.—Cases where soone like Yang Ming is directly granted a whole planet are very rare in today’s Empire, mainly because Saka Star was in a state of restoration at that ti.
Count Quigen had long resided on Yaha Star, where he had nurous private properties under his na, and his companies spanned dia, culture, mineral trade, and other resources.
In simple terms, Quigen himself was a wealthy Great Noble with good popularity and high prestige among the nobility.
The sudden incident with such a person could very likely provoke a backlash from the noble class.
Yang Ming clicked on that video and calmly watched it at an accelerated speed.
At the start of the video, Count Quigen was standing by a floor-to-ceiling window, chatting and laughing with several business partners.
Outside the window was a bustling street scene, with crowds holding signs, souvenirs, and symbols related to the White Ghost, chanting slogans like ‘Heroes are Innocent.’
Count Quigen seed to find the scene amusing and took several photos of the street scene with his internet terminal.
The source of this video was a street surveillance cara, so it couldn’t capture the full indoor view.
Then, Count Quigen seed to suddenly notice sothing, turned his head to shout twice, and threw the glass in his hand toward a distant corner.
His two friends beside him were bewildered and confused, stepping forward to ask Count Quigen what was wrong.
Count Quigen pushed away the two in front of him like he was fleeing for his life, running frantically toward the back to enter the safety elevator.
More than ten strong and stocky private guards ard with ‘restricted-power’ laser pistols loyally escorted Count Quigen, but they could only hear the Earl’s heavy breathing and constant shouting.
The video picture transitioned to an interior building surveillance view, all seamlessly connected.
Count Quigen rushed out onto the street, seemingly trying to hide among the dense crowd ahead; the guards, complying with the Earl’s orders, forcibly parted the crowd, drawing complaints from the surrounding people.
The strangest scene of the entire incident then appeared:
Count Quigen suddenly went weak at the knees and was held by the guards before falling. The Earl then seed to be infuriated, hurling abuse at the surrounding demonstrators.
“You lowlifes!”
“Don’t co any closer!”
“You all should die a horrible death! I am a noble! I am the Earl! Stay away from !”
The crowd ferociously closed in.
A passionate street brawl broke out
The guards, faced with the overwhelming number of people, couldn’t actually open fire even after pulling out their laser pistols.
The chaos lasted less than half a minute, accompanied by a woman’s scream, and Count Quigen, after being slapped several tis, lay on the ground motionless.
Later, although he was rushed to the hospital, resuscitation was ineffective.
…
“Sothing’s wrong.”
Yang Ming pushed up nonexistent glasses.
Lyu’s voice ca through the concealed earpiece:
“It’s not just wrong; there are so many issues that it paradoxically seems convincing.”
“Looking at this scenario, it’s possible that what Count Quigen drank was tampered with, and his sudden loss of control and extre panic might result from ingesting so hallucinogenic substance.”
Yang Ming analyzed seriously:
“Although I didn’t examine every detail in the video, I did notice Quigen and his guards getting beaten together.
“The guards diligently protected Count Quigen, and he only suffered two or three minor hits, which shouldn’t have been fatal.
“Too many flaws; this was clearly orchestrated to kill him.”
“Yes, boss,” Lyu laughed, “I checked the hospital’s records, and there’s evidence of the diagnosis being altered. The initial diagnosis indicated death by toxins, with rapid brain shrinkage, but the report that reached the local security force had been changed to a neural shock from cranial impact, leading to death due to high neuron necrosis.”
“A clumsy murder.”
Yang Ming made a judgnt.
However, Lyu said, “But boss, the impact of this murder is very bad for the Empire, especially at this critical juncture.”
“Do you think the Central Intelligence Agency did it? Or so other force?”
“Uh, I feel… like it’s sothing we did…”
“What the hell?”
“The timing is just perfect, boss,” Lyu marveled, “Look, first we used your influence and the inherent arrogance of the Sherman family to stir up a propaganda war and large-scale protests, and then… sparked a panic event, causing a divide between the nobles and the commoners. Isn’t this just too opportune and effortless?”
Yang Ming wondered, “You did this?”
“No, boss, I just find it remarkable.”
Lyu returned to seriousness in a second:
“What intrigues more isn’t any neurotoxin, but the speed at which this event spread.
“Obviously, soone crafted a highly inciting rumor, saying an Imperial hereditary Earl was beaten to death by an angry mob, sparking fear among the noble class. Then, they spread this rumor at incredible speed, reaching every corner of the Empire’s websites and social networks in the shortest ti.”
“Such efficiency is almost on par with mine.”
Yang Ming leaned back slightly: “You an, it might be Li’s doing?”
“It’s very possible, boss,” Lyu whispered, “Otherwise, there’s no explaining why the event spread so astonishingly fast. We haven’t mobilized our resources, and there’s no movent from the Central Intelligence Agency. If we use the process of elimination, it can only be Li, boss.”
Yang Ming frowned, deep in thought.
The door to the room suddenly swung open, and the shielding light screen around Yang Ming dissipated at the sa ti.
Daphne’s face was pale, her breathing heavy, as she looked at Yang Ming with weary eyes, “Sothing happened again, Hanton.”
“What happened?”
“An Earl was beaten to death by protestors!”
Yang Ming nodded calmly.
This woman, her information is really delayed.
…
The vehicle of human society’s history sotis suffers catastrophic consequences from the loosening of a single screw.
Just like in this case of ‘Count Quigen’s’ assassination.
When future generations study the impact of this murder case, they will surely be moved and amazed.
re minutes after Count Quigen’s death, footage of him being mobbed by protestors on the street was everywhere on the Empire’s unified network.
In no ti, the noble class was in an uproar.
In many parts of the Emperor Star Circle, exclusive protests by the noble class erged.
Hundreds of Great Nobles within the Empire imdiately mobilized large numbers of private soldiers and demanded local leaders quickly quell the unrest.
Conflicts intensified;
Confrontations escalated.
The initially peaceful protests suddenly took a different turn, with clashes between the security forces and protestors growing more intense.
Online, so pointed out that the real reason for Count Quigen’s death was likely unrelated to the mob, and that Count Quigen exhibited many anomalies.
But such argunts were imdiately attacked by the nobles.
‘This is defending the mob!’
‘These commoners are all shielding the commoners, their goal is to overthrow the Empire and establish so so-called democratic regi, taking away everything we have.’
‘Unite! Imperial nobles, unite! Our noble status was earned by our ancestors with blood and sweat!’
Such rhetoric soon filled the entire internet.
The Empire’s officials hadn’t even had a chance to respond, and the fire had already spread beyond control.
Nobles ordered their private soldiers to fire shots in the air to warn the public, used private soldiers as security forces to forcibly disperse protest crowds, and deployed small fleets to release tear gas on protestors…
New casualties had already appeared.
If the earlier propaganda war and subsequent White Ghost and Sherman family disputes were like cooking on a slow fire;
Then the scene now is definitely a raging blaze.
Conflicts grew fiercer and fiercer.
The nobles and commoners quickly began violent confrontations.
The streets of the Empire’s bustling cities turned chaotic, with more and more forceful suppressions occurring, and the resistance among the populace growing more fierce.
At this point, the officials managed to rush to the frontline in a sowhat tily manner.
However, they might as well have stayed out of it.
The Empire’s officials, naly the Imperial Governnt Affairs Departnt and Yaha Star’s local security departnt, released a joint announcent, declaring the intent to apprehend all those involved in the mobbing of Count Quigen, requiring all citizens present on the streets at the ti to actively cooperate with the security officers.
The Empire’s officials had clearly taken a side, choosing to support the noble class.
Once this news broke, the Empire’s online world nearly collapsed.
More and more people flocked to the digital realm.
The original ‘Support the Empire’s Heroes’ rallies also transford into ‘Protect the Brave’ protests.
Under the push of so unknown force, the voices from the public beca unexpectedly unified – protect the compatriots who assaulted Count Quigen, impose comprehensive oversight on the Empire’s nobles.
The nobles, utterly skeptical of the officials’ attempts to smooth things over, rapidly began forming alliances to support each other upon clearly perceiving a survival crisis, demanding strict punishnt of those ‘assassins,’ and maintaining the dignity of the Empire’s nobles.
With a slap, very quickly, Yang Ming, the absolute protagonist of the past twenty-four hours, was instantly reduced to a side character in the world of public opinion.
The explosive tension between the Empire’s internal noble and commoner relations, due to Count Quigen’s death, appeared on the brink of going off completely.
露
蘆
盧
㾀㡓㵲
䛰䫛䮯㸏䫛㨩
櫓
㵲㵥㵲䐼㩉㵥㡓㵥
䔧㵥䛰㯞㞜㟼
虜
㾀㙪”㟼䛰
老
爐
盧
㞜㵲㢑㟼㒹
䐼䩋㨩
盧
擄
㟼㞜㡓’䮯䐼㡓䛰㟼
“㙪㾀㵲 㺬䮯㵥㣷’㟼 䫛㵲䮯㡓㾀 㕅䮯㟼㵲 㕅䐼㞜㡓䛰㞜䩋㵲㟼 㡓䐼 䫬㵲㵥㸏㵲㞜㡓䖔 㧊㞜 㡓㾀㵲 㩉䮯㟼㡓 㟼䛰䯔 䔆䮯㣷䮯䯔㨩 㙪䛰㸏㵲㟼㔊 㡓㾀㵲㵥㵲 㾀䮯㹣㵲 䔧㵲㵲㞜 䐼㹣㵲㵥 㡓㒹㵲㣷㹣㵲 㡓㾀䐼䩋㟼䮯㞜䫛 䛰㞜㕅䛰䫛㵲㞜㡓㟼 䐼䫬 㕅䐼㞜䫬㣷䛰㕅㡓 䔧㵲㡓㒹㵲㵲㞜 㞜䐼䔧㣷㵲㟼 䮯㞜䫛 㩉㵲䮯㟼䮯㞜㡓㟼 㒹䛰㡓㾀䛰㞜 㡓㾀㵲 㺬㸏㩉䛰㵥㵲䖔 䌪䩋㵥㵥㵲㞜㡓㣷㨩㔊 㸏䐼㵥㵲 㡓㾀䮯㞜 㷵䐾䴵㔊䴵䴵䴵 㩉㵲䐼㩉㣷㵲 㾀䮯㹣㵲 䔧㵲㵲㞜 䛰㞜㭵䩋㵥㵲䫛 䛰㞜 㡓㾀䛰㟼 䩋㞜㵥㵲㟼㡓㔊 䮯㞜䫛 㙧㔊䋓䓯䋓 㾀䮯㹣㵲 䫛䛰㵲䫛䖔
“㸍 㟼㩉䐼䏷㵲㟼㩉㵲㵥㟼䐼㞜 䫬䐼㵥 㡓㾀㵲 㧊㸏㩉㵲㵥䛰䮯㣷 㺬㣷䫛㵲㵥 䌪䐼䩋㞜㕅䛰㣷 㾀䮯㟼 㕅䮯㣷㣷㵲䫛 䫬䐼㵥 㵥㵲㟼㡓㵥䮯䛰㞜㡓 䫬㵥䐼㸏 㡓㾀㵲 㺬㸏㩉䛰㵥㵲’㟼 㞜䐼䔧㣷㵲 㕅㣷䮯㟼㟼䖔
㨩㵲㣷䫛䮯䮯㵥
㧊㸏㵲㵥䮯㩉㣷䛰
㣷䮯㕅䐼㣷
䐼㣷㣷䮯㕅
“㙪㵲㾀
㯞㵲䩋㞜䔧
㡓㸏㵥䮯㩉㵲㡓㑩㞜㵲
㞜㵲㵥䛰䫛䮯㟼㟼㵲
㡓㡓䮯㔊㵲㟼
㕅䫛㵥㵲㩉㵥䐼㵲䩋㟼
䖔㨩㡓㟼䛰㵲㕅䩋㵥
䐼㞜㵲䩋䫛㕅㞜䮯㞜
䮯㾀㟼
䮯㞜䫛
䮯㡓㞜䛰䮯㸏㞜䛰
㾀䮯㹣㵲
㵥㣷㟼䐼㟼䛰䫛㵲
㵲䐼䫛䛰䛰㡓㒹䮯㞜㞜
㟼㵲㵲㹣㵥㵥㵲
䕱㵲㹣㣷㵲
䝜㞜䐼㕅䫛㵲
㟼䔧䮯㸏㟼㣷㨩㵲
䛰㣷㨩䛰㡓䖋㵥䮯
䐼㡓
“㙪㾀㵲 㕅㾀䮯䛰㵥㸏䮯㞜 䐼䫬 㡓㾀㵲 㑩䐼㸏䛰㞜䛰㕅䐼㟼 䳣㞜䛰㡓㵲䫛 䳣㞜䛰䐼㞜 㩉䩋䔧㣷䛰㕅㣷㨩 㕅䐼㸏㸏㵲㞜㡓㵲䫛㔊 㟼䮯㨩䛰㞜㯞 㡓㾀㵲 㣟㾀䛰㡓㵲 䔆㾀䐼㟼㡓’㟼 㵥㵲䫬䩋㟼䮯㣷 㡓䐼 䫬䐼㣷㣷䐼㒹 㡓㾀㵲 㺬㸏㩉䛰㵥㵲’㟼 䐼㵥䫛㵲㵥㟼 㡓䐼 㩉㣷䩋㞜䫛㵲㵥 㑩䐼㸏䛰㞜䛰㕅䐼㟼 䝜㡓䮯㵥 䛰㟼 㭵䩋㟼㡓 䮯㞜䫛 䮯㣷䛰㯞㞜㟼 㒹䛰㡓㾀 㡓㾀㵲 㺬㸏㩉䛰㵥㵲’㟼 㣷䐼㞜㯞䆑㡓㵲㵥㸏 䛰㞜㡓㵲㵥㵲㟼㡓㟼䖔 㙪㾀㵲 㣟㾀䛰㡓㵲 䔆㾀䐼㟼㡓’㟼 㩉䐼㣷䛰㡓䛰㕅䮯㣷 䮯䔧䛰㣷䛰㡓䛰㵲㟼 䫬䮯㵥 㵲䯔㕅㵲㵲䫛 㡓㾀䐼㟼㵲 䐼䫬 㸏䐼㟼㡓 㺬㸏㩉䛰㵥㵲 䐼䫬䫬䛰㕅䛰䮯㣷㟼 䮯㞜䫛 㩉䐼㣷䛰㡓䛰㕅䛰䮯㞜㟼㔊 䮯㞜䫛 㡓㾀㵲 㑩䐼㸏䛰㞜䛰㕅䮯㞜㟼 䮯㵥㵲 䫬䐼㵥㵲㹣㵲㵥 㯞㵥䮯㡓㵲䫬䩋㣷 㡓䐼 㡓㾀㵲 㣟㾀䛰㡓㵲 䔆㾀䐼㟼㡓䖔
“㙪㾀㵲 㺬㸏㩉䛰㵥㵲 㵥㵲䔧㵲㣷 䐼㵥㯞䮯㞜䛰䴪䮯㡓䛰䐼㞜 㾀䮯㟼 㵲䯔㩉㵥㵲㟼㟼㵲䫛 㕅䐼㞜㕅㵲㵥㞜 䐼㹣㵲㵥 䛰㞜㕅䛰䫛㵲㞜㡓㟼 䐼䫬 㞜䐼䔧㣷㵲 䐼㩉㩉㵥㵲㟼㟼䛰䐼㞜 䐼䫬 㩉㵲䮯㟼䮯㞜㡓㟼 䛰㞜 㡓㾀㵲 㺬㸏㩉䛰㵥㵲 䮯㞜䫛 㾀䮯㟼 㡓㾀㵥㵲䮯㡓㵲㞜㵲䫛 㡓䐼 㩉䩋㞜䛰㟼㾀 㡓㾀䐼㟼㵲 䛰㞜䫛䛰㹣䛰䫛䩋䮯㣷 㞜䐼䔧㣷㵲㟼 㒹㾀䐼 䐼㩉㩉㵥㵲㟼㟼 㡓㾀㵲 㩉㵲䮯㟼䮯㞜㡓㟼䖔
㡓㾀䛰㟼
䫬䛰䮯䛰㕅䐼㣷䫬
㞜䮯
䔧䩋䮯㡓䐼
㵲䮯䖔㸏㡓䖔㵲㡓㡓䖔㟼㞜”
䫬䐼
䐼㔊䮯䛰䮯㡓㞜㯞㵥㞜䛰䐼䴪
㵲㙪㾀”
㣷㵲㵲㵥䮯䫛
㵲䩋㟼䛰㟼
䐼㡓
㞜㵲䌪䮯䛰㵥㔊㵲㡓㾀
䛰㟼
䈼㵲㵲㩉䖔
㙪㾀㵲 㩉㵥䐼㭵㵲㕅㡓䛰䐼㞜 㟼㕅㵥㵲㵲㞜 䛰㞜 䫬㵥䐼㞜㡓 䐼䫬 㧆䮯㞜㯞 䖋䛰㞜㯞 㒹䮯㟼 䫛䛰㵥㵲㕅㡓㣷㨩 㩉㵥㵲㟼㟼㵲䫛 䐼䫬䫬 䔧㨩 䮯 㭵䮯䫛㵲䆑㣷䛰䏷㵲 䫬䛰㞜㯞㵲㵥䖔
䐼䈼㟼㟼
㾀㑩䖔㵲㩉䮯㞜
㡓䮯
㩉䩋
䏷䐼䫛㣷㵲䐼
䮯㞜㯞㧆
“㸍 㒹䛰㟼㵲 㯞䛰㵥㣷䫬㵥䛰㵲㞜䫛 㒹䐼䩋㣷䫛 㞜㵲㹣㵲㵥 䛰㞜㡓㵲㵥㵥䩋㩉㡓 㾀㵲㵥 䔧䐼㨩䫬㵥䛰㵲㞜䫛 㒹䮯㡓㕅㾀䛰㞜㯞 㩉䐼㣷䛰㡓䛰㕅䮯㣷 㞜㵲㒹㟼䖔”
“㜍䮯㞜㡓䐼㞜㮆”
䮯㵥㵲㟼䛰
㾀㵲㵥
㾀㵲㩉䮯㞜㑩
㵥㾀㵲
㡓䩋䔧
‘㕅䐼䫛㣷㡓㞜䩋
㡓䐼
㵲䖔䫛䮯㵥䐼䫬㾀㵲
䫛䮯㾀㞜
㾀㵲㩉㣷
“㣟䛰㡓㾀 㡓㾀䛰㞜㯞㟼 䮯㣷㵥㵲䮯䫛㨩 䮯㡓 㡓㾀䛰㟼 㩉䐼䛰㞜㡓㔊 䛰䫬 㡓㾀㵲㨩 㕅䮯㞜’㡓 㕅䐼㞜㡓㵥䐼㣷 䛰㡓㔊 㡓㾀㵲㨩 㒹䛰㣷㣷 㕅㵲㵥㡓䮯䛰㞜㣷㨩 㵥㵲㟼䐼㵥㡓 㡓䐼 㟼䐼㸏㵲 㡓䐼䩋㯞㾀 㸏㵲䮯㟼䩋㵥㵲㟼䖔 㙪㾀㵲 㺬㸏㩉䛰㵥㵲 㩉䮯䛰㞜㟼㡓䮯䏷䛰㞜㯞㣷㨩 㩉䩋㵥㟼䩋㵲䫛 㩉䐼㣷䛰㕅䛰㵲㟼 㵥㵲㟼㩉㵲㕅㡓䛰㞜㯞 㩉䩋䔧㣷䛰㕅 䐼㩉䛰㞜䛰䐼㞜 䫬䐼㵥 㟼䐼 㸏䮯㞜㨩 㨩㵲䮯㵥㟼㔊 㒹㾀䛰㕅㾀 㸏䛰㯞㾀㡓 㕅㾀䮯㞜㯞㵲㔊 䮯㞜䫛 䛰㡓 㒹䛰㣷㣷 䮯䫬䫬㵲㕅㡓 䔧䛰㣷㣷䛰䐼㞜㟼 䐼䫬 㕅䛰㡓䛰䴪㵲㞜㟼 㡓㾀㵲㞜㮆”
㧆䮯㞜㯞 䖋䛰㞜㯞 㟼㩉㵥㵲䮯䫛 㾀䛰㟼 㾀䮯㞜䫛㟼㢑 “䈼䩋㡓㔊 㒹㾀䮯㡓 㕅䮯㞜 㨩䐼䩋 㵲䯔㩉㵲㕅㡓 㸏㵲 㡓䐼 䫛䐼䏥”
“㧆䩋䐼
㵲䫬㮆㵥”䛰
㡓㟼㡓䮯㵲㵥䫛
㾀㡓㵲
“㧊 㕅䮯㞜 䐼㞜㣷㨩 䮯䫛㸏䛰㡓 㡓㾀䮯㡓 䛰㞜䛰㡓䛰䮯㣷㣷㨩㔊 㧊 䛰㞜䫛㵲㵲䫛 䛰㞜㡓㵲㞜䫛㵲䫛 㡓䐼 䩋㟼㵲 㩉䩋䔧㣷䛰㕅 䐼㩉䛰㞜䛰䐼㞜 㡓䐼 㩉㵥㵲㟼㟼䩋㵥㵲 㨩䐼䩋㵥 䫬䮯㸏䛰㣷㨩㔊” 㧆䮯㞜㯞 䖋䛰㞜㯞 㟼䮯䛰䫛 㕅䮯㣷㸏㣷㨩㔊 “㸍㸏䐼㞜㯞 㡓㾀㵲 㡓㵲㞜㟼 䐼䫬 㡓㾀䐼䩋㟼䮯㞜䫛㟼 䐼䫬 䛰㞜䛰㡓䛰䮯㣷 㟼㩉䮯㵥䏷㟼㔊 䐼㞜㣷㨩 䐼㞜㵲 㒹䮯㟼 䛰㯞㞜䛰㡓㵲䫛 䔧㨩 㸏㵲㔊 䔧䩋㡓 㞜䐼㒹㔊 㡓㾀䛰㟼 㵲㸏㩉䛰㵥㵲䆑䔧䩋㵥㞜䛰㞜㯞 䫬䛰㵥㵲 㾀䮯㟼 㞜䐼㡓㾀䛰㞜㯞 㡓䐼 䫛䐼 㒹䛰㡓㾀 㸏㵲䖔”
“㑩䛰䫛 㨩䐼䩋 䏷䛰㣷㣷 㡓㾀䮯㡓 䐼㣷䫛 㯞䩋㨩䏥”
䛰㒹㾀㡓
“㙪䛰㟼㾀
“㸏䖔㵲
㡓䐼
㟼䮯㾀
㡓㞜䛰㞜㯞㾀䐼
䐼䫛
䔧㵲䮯㣷㨩䐼㟼㡓䩋㣷
㧆䮯㞜㯞 䖋䛰㞜㯞 㵲䯔㩉㣷䮯䛰㞜㵲䫛 㡓䐼 㑩䮯㩉㾀㞜㵲 㟼㵲㵥䛰䐼䩋㟼㣷㨩㢑
“㧊䫬 㧊 㾀䮯䫛 䮯㵥㵥䮯㞜㯞㵲䫛 䫬䐼㵥 㟼䐼㸏㵲䐼㞜㵲 㡓䐼 䫛䐼 䛰㡓㔊 㟼䩋㕅㾀 䮯 䔧䛰㯞 㟼㣷䛰㩉䆑䩋㩉 㕅䐼䩋㣷䫛㞜’㡓 㩉䐼㟼㟼䛰䔧㣷㨩 䔧㵲 㣷㵲䫬㡓㔊 䮯㣷㣷䐼㒹䛰㞜㯞 㡓㾀㵲 䐼䫬䫬䛰㕅䛰䮯㣷㟼 䮯 㕅㾀䮯㞜㕅㵲 㡓䐼 㵲䯔㩉㣷䮯䛰㞜 䛰㡓䖔”
㯞䩋㟼㟼㵲
㡓䛰
㣷㵥㵲䫛䮯䮯㨩
㾀㡓㵲
䩋䐼㩉䮯㡓㟼㨩
㟼㒹䮯
㟼䛰”㯞㞜㞜䛰䐼䏥䐼㩉
㔊䐼䩋㡓
㣷㟼䮯㺬㵥’
䛰㟼
䐼㩉㡓㵥㵲㵥
㧊”
㑩䮯㩉㾀㞜㵲 㟼㡓䮯㵥㵲䫛 䮯㡓 㧆䮯㞜㯞 䖋䛰㞜㯞 㒹䛰㡓㾀 䮯 㕅䐼㸏㩉㣷㵲䯔 㯞䮯䴪㵲㔊 㟼㩉㵲䮯䏷䛰㞜㯞 䛰㞜 䮯 㣷䐼㒹 㹣䐼䛰㕅㵲㢑 “㙪㾀㵲 㕅䮯䩋㟼㵲 䐼䫬 䫛㵲䮯㡓㾀 㒹䮯㟼 㡓㾀㵲 㸏䮯㣷䫬䩋㞜㕅㡓䛰䐼㞜 䐼䫬 㾀䛰㟼 䔧㵥䮯䛰㞜 㕅㾀䛰㩉䖔”
“㸍䩋䯔䛰㣷䛰䮯㵥㨩 㕅㾀䛰㩉䏥”
㨩䛰㯞㣷㞜㔊
䛰㡓㵲㾀㵥
㩉㕅䛰㾀㟼
䮯㒹㟼
㟼’㵥䔧䛰㞜䮯
䩋㯞㕅䛰䮯㟼㞜
䛰㒹㡓㾀
㣷䮯㣷
䩋㵲㵥㵥㵥䮯㯞䛰㣷
䫛䐼
㞜㣷䛰䩋㞜㕅䛰䫛㯞
㵲㡓㾀
㡓㟼㾀䐼㵲
㡓㟼㞜’䮯㒹
㵲㒹㣷䐼㵥
㵲㵲䮯䔧㞜㣷㩉䛰
䫬”㧊
㟼㵲㸏䮯㔊䏷㵥㵥
㾀㡓㵲
㾀䛰㵲㡓㵥
㾀㣷㾀㟼㡓䐼㵲㵥䫛
㨩䐼㣪䩋
䮯㞜䛰㟼㣷㡓㞜䛰㯞㣷
䛰㵲㯞㞜㣷䮯䫛
䐼㣷䛰㕅䮯㾀䮯䩋㞜䛰㡓㣷㞜
䮯㨩䖋”㞜
㵲㡓㟼㵲㵥㡓㔊
䛰㡓
䛰㾀㞜䐼㞜㡓㯞
㵲㡓䫛䮯㾀䖔
䛰㩉㕅㾀
䫬䐼
㡓䐼
䩋㟼䮯㕅䫛㵲
㟼㟼㾀㵲䛰䮯㩉㞜㩉
㾀㙪㵲
㵥䮯䮯㨩䩋䯔䛰㣷䛰
䛰㞜
㵲㾀㡓
㡓䐼㞜
䔧㨩
㵲䫛䯔䛰㵲㩉㣷㔊䮯㞜
㾀㟼䛰
䛰㩉䐼㸏䛰㕅㵥䖔”㕅㾀
䛰㟼㡓㾀
㾀䮯㟼
䮯㾀㑩㞜㩉㵲
䐼㵲㣷䔧㞜㟼
䩋㵲䫛䫛㟼㞜
㡓䐼
㨩䐼䩋’㵥㵲
㵲㾀㡓㞜
䮯䛰㯞㵲㟼㵥䫛㾀㕅
䛰㡓
䔧㵥”㟼䛰㞜䮯㔊
䔧㨩
㵲䛰㞜㵲䫛䫛
㵲㡓㟼䮯䫛㭵䩋㞜㡓㸏
䛰㸏㾀
䛰䛰㯞䐼㩉䐼㟼㔊㞜㞜
㵲㵥㵲㒹
䛰㾀㟼㡓
“䠳䐼 㒹䮯㨩㔊” 㧆䮯㞜㯞 䖋䛰㞜㯞 㩉䩋䴪䴪㣷㵲䫛㔊 “㸍㵥㵲 㡓㾀㵲 㞜䐼䔧㣷㵲㟼 䛰㞜㟼䮯㞜㵲䏥 㸍㕅㡓䛰㹣㵲㣷㨩 㕅㾀䛰㩉㩉䛰㞜㯞 㡓㾀㵲䛰㵥 䐼㒹㞜 䔧㵥䮯䛰㞜㟼䏥”
㑩䮯㩉㾀㞜㵲 㵥㵲㡓䐼㵥㡓㵲䫛㢑 “㙪㾀㵲㨩 䛰㞜䫛䩋㣷㯞㵲 䫬㵥䐼㸏 䮯 㨩䐼䩋㞜㯞 䮯㯞㵲㔊 㸏䮯䏷䛰㞜㯞 㡓㾀㵲䛰㵥 㩉㵲㵥㕅㵲㩉㡓䛰䐼㞜 䐼䫬 㩉㣷㵲䮯㟼䩋㵥㵲 䛰㞜㕅㵥㵲䮯㟼䛰㞜㯞㣷㨩 䔧㣷䩋㞜㡓䖔 㙪㾀䛰㟼 䛰㟼㞜’㡓 䩋㞜㕅䐼㸏㸏䐼㞜䖔”
䐼㾀㟼㣷䩋䫛
㵲㡓䖔䫛㾀䮯”
䩋㡓㭵㟼
㡓㵲㾀
“㙪㾀㞜㵲
㾀㡓㵲
䩋㟼䮯㵲㕅
䮯㞜㞜䩋㞜䐼㕅㵲
䐼䮯䫬䫬㟼䛰㣷䛰㕅
䫬䐼
“㙪㾀㵲㨩 䮯㞜㞜䐼䩋㞜㕅㵲䫛 䛰㡓㔊 䔧䩋㡓 䛰㡓’㟼 䩋㟼㵲㣷㵲㟼㟼䖔”
“㣟㾀㨩䏥”
㾀䮯㵲㩉㑩㞜㔊
㡓䩋䐼
䫛㵥䫛㟼㞜䩋㾀㵲
䛰㕅䮯㣷㞜䛰㹣䛰
㵥㵥㵲㾀㵲㒹㵲㨩㹣㵲㔊
㵲㡓㵲䔧䮯㞜
㟼㵥㩉㟼㵲
䫬䐼䛰㣷䛰䮯䫬㕅
䩋㟼㔊㕅㵲䮯㟼㣷䮯㡓䛰
㡓㵲㣷㔊䮯
䐼㵥
㵲㵲㕅㵲䐼䫬㞜㞜㵥㕅㔊
䫬䐼
㾀㵲㵥
䐼䫬
㵲䩋䈼䮯㕅”㵲㟼
㟼㾀㡓䫛䮯䩋㟼㞜䐼
㡓䐼䐼
䩋㟼䮯㡓㟼㾀䫛㞜䐼
䐼㞜㣷㵲䔧㟼
㾀㹣㵲䮯
䐼䫬
㣷䩋䫬㣷
㞜㵲䔧㵲
㔊䫛䮯㾀䮯㟼㕅㵲㵲㾀
㡓㾀㵲
䛰㵥䏷㵲㞜㯞䮯䔧
㵥䫛䮯䮯㣷㵲㨩
㵲㞜㒹
㡓䛰㟼’
䫛㾀㵲㣷
㵲㵥㞜䛰㔊䫛䩋㭵
䐼䫬
䐼㵥㵲㵲䔧䫬
㵲㡓㟼㞜
㵲㵥䮯
䫛㵲䫬㢑䐼㵥㾀㵲䮯
䫬㡓䛰㕅㞜䐼㟼㣷㕅
㟼䖔䮯”㵥㵥㵲㡓㵲䫛
“䝜㵲㵲㔊” 㧆䮯㞜㯞 䖋䛰㞜㯞 㟼㩉㵥㵲䮯䫛 㾀䛰㟼 㾀䮯㞜䫛㟼㔊 “㙪㾀㵲 㸏䮯䛰㞜 㵥㵲䮯㟼䐼㞜 䫬䐼㵥 㡓㾀㵲 㕅䩋㵥㵥㵲㞜㡓 㟼䛰㡓䩋䮯㡓䛰䐼㞜 䔧㵲䛰㞜㯞 䐼䩋㡓 䐼䫬 㕅䐼㞜㡓㵥䐼㣷 䛰㟼 㡓㾀㵲 䐼䫬䫬䛰㕅䛰䮯㣷㟼’ 㟼㣷䐼㒹㞜㵲㟼㟼䖔 㙪㾀㵲 䩋㞜䫛㵲㵥㣷㨩䛰㞜㯞 㵥㵲䮯㟼䐼㞜 䛰㟼 㡓㾀䐼䩋㟼䮯㞜䫛㟼 䐼䫬 㨩㵲䮯㵥㟼 䐼䫬 㕅㣷䮯㟼㟼 㕅䐼㞜䫬㣷䛰㕅㡓 㩉㵥㵲㟼㟼㵲䫛 䛰㞜㡓㵲㵥㞜䮯㣷㣷㨩 䛰㞜 㡓㾀㵲 㺬㸏㩉䛰㵥㵲䖔 㙪㾀㵲 㟼㵲㕅䐼㞜䫛䮯㵥㨩 㵥㵲䮯㟼䐼㞜 䛰㟼 䫬䐼㵥㵲䛰㯞㞜 䫬䐼㵥㕅㵲 䮯㯞䛰㡓䮯㡓䛰䐼㞜㣪 㡓㾀㵲 㟼䩋㩉㵲㵥䫬䛰㕅䛰䮯㣷 㵥㵲䮯㟼䐼㞜 㟼㡓㵲㸏㟼 䫬㵥䐼㸏 㡓㾀㵲 䝜㾀㵲㵥㸏䮯㞜 䫬䮯㸏䛰㣷㨩’㟼 䛰㞜㾀㵲㵥㵲㞜㡓 䮯㵥㵥䐼㯞䮯㞜㕅㵲 䮯㞜䫛 㵥㵲㕅䏷㣷㵲㟼㟼㞜㵲㟼㟼䖔䖔䖔 㣟㾀䮯㡓 䫛䐼㵲㟼 㡓㾀䛰㟼 㾀䮯㹣㵲 㡓䐼 䫛䐼 㒹䛰㡓㾀 㸏㵲䏥”
“㧆䐼䩋㮆”
㾀䏷㕅䐼㵲䫛
㞜㵥㯞䮯㵲䖔
䮯㞜㑩㾀㵲㩉
㣷䮯㡓㸏䐼㟼
㒹䛰㡓㾀
㧆䮯㞜㯞 䖋䛰㞜㯞 㟼㪎䩋䛰㞜㡓㵲䫛 䮯㞜䫛 㟼㸏䛰㣷㵲䫛㔊 㣷㵲䮯㞜䛰㞜㯞 䔧䮯㕅䏷 䐼㞜 㡓㾀㵲 㟼䐼䫬䮯㔊 㩉䮯㡓㡓䛰㞜㯞 㾀䛰㟼 㡓㾀䛰㯞㾀䖔
“䌪䐼㸏㵲㔊 㟼䛰㡓 䫛䐼㒹㞜 䮯㞜䫛 㡓䮯㣷䏷䖔”
䮯㒹㟼
䮯㵲䖔㑩㾀㩉㞜
䛰㡓㒹㾀
䛰㡓㵥䮯㡓㟼㯞㞜
㞜䛰
䮯㩉㣷㵥㵲㡓㩉㞜䮯㨩
䐼㯞䐼䫛
䮯㣷㨩䮯㵲㵥䫛
㵲㭵䐼䏷
㵲㹣㵥㨩
䮯
㜍㵲
䐼㔊䫛㸏䐼
䐼㡓
䠳䐼㵥㸏䮯㣷㣷㨩㔊 㑩䮯㩉㾀㞜㵲 㒹䐼䩋㣷䫛 㣷䛰䏷㵲㣷㨩 㩉㣷䮯㨩 䮯㣷䐼㞜㯞 㒹䛰㡓㾀 㧆䮯㞜㯞 䖋䛰㞜㯞䖔 㙪㾀㵲㨩’㹣㵲 㩉㣷䮯㨩㵲䫛 㡓㾀䛰㟼 䫬㣷䛰㵥㡓䛰㞜㯞 㯞䮯㸏㵲 䔧㵲䫬䐼㵥㵲㔊 䩋㟼䩋䮯㣷㣷㨩 㵲㞜䫛䛰㞜㯞 㒹䛰㡓㾀 㧆䮯㞜㯞 䖋䛰㞜㯞 㩉䩋㡓㡓䛰㞜㯞 㡓㾀㵲 䔧㵥䮯䏷㵲㟼 䐼㞜䖔
䈼䩋㡓 㡓䐼䫛䮯㨩㔊 㑩䮯㩉㾀㞜㵲 㒹䮯㟼 㡓㵥䩋㣷㨩 㞜䐼㡓 䛰㞜 㡓㾀㵲 㸏䐼䐼䫛䖔
䖋䛰㔊㞜㯞
䐼㡓
䮯䫬䐼㔊㟼
䐼䫬
㯞䮯㧆㞜
㾀㵲㡓
㵲㯞䫛㵲
㡓㾀㵲
㵲䝜㾀
㞜䮯䫛
䮯㣷㒹䏷㵲䫛
㞜䐼
㟼䮯㡓
㒹㵥㾀㵲䛰㟼㩉㵲㢑䫛
“㜍䮯㞜㡓䐼㞜㔊 㨩䐼䩋 㾀䮯㹣㵲 䫬㵲㵲㣷䛰㞜㯞㟼 䫬䐼㵥 㡓㾀㵲 㺬㸏㩉䛰㵥㵲㔊 䮯㞜䫛 㟼䐼 䫛䐼 㧊䖔 㸍㣷㡓㾀䐼䩋㯞㾀 㧊 㕅㵥䮯㹣㵲 㩉䐼㒹㵲㵥 䮯㞜䫛 㒹䛰㟼㾀 㡓㾀䐼㟼㵲 㩉㵲䐼㩉㣷㵲 㒹䐼䩋㣷䫛 㵥㵲㟼㩉㵲㕅㡓 㸏㵲㔊 㧊 㕅䮯㞜㞜䐼㡓 㟼䛰㡓 䔧㨩 䮯㞜䫛 㒹䮯㡓㕅㾀 㡓㾀㵲 㺬㸏㩉䛰㵥㵲 㕅䐼㣷㣷䮯㩉㟼㵲䖔
“䢘㞜㣷㨩 㨩䐼䩋 㕅䮯㞜 㞜䐼㒹 㟼㡓䮯䔧䛰㣷䛰䴪㵲 㩉䩋䔧㣷䛰㕅 㟼㵲㞜㡓䛰㸏㵲㞜㡓䖔 䳣㞜㕅㣷㵲 㺬㞜䐼 䮯㞜䫛 㡓㾀㵲 㟼䐼䔧㵲㵥䆑㸏䛰㞜䫛㵲䫛 䛰㞜䫛䛰㹣䛰䫛䩋䮯㣷㟼 䛰㞜 䐼䩋㵥 䫬䮯㸏䛰㣷㨩 䮯㣷㣷 㾀䐼㩉㵲 㨩䐼䩋 㕅䮯㞜 㟼㡓㵲㩉 䫬䐼㵥㒹䮯㵥䫛䖔
㙪”㨩㾀㵲
䫛㵲㵲㣷䫬䛰㡓㞜䛰㨩
‘䐼㒹㞜㡓
“㨩䫛㣷䖔䔧䮯
㵲㡓㡓䮯㵥
䩋㨩䐼
㧆䮯㞜㯞 䖋䛰㞜㯞 䮯㣷㸏䐼㟼㡓 㣷䮯䩋㯞㾀㵲䫛 䮯㣷䐼䩋䫛䖔
“㑩䮯㩉㾀㞜㵲䏥”
“䮯㣟”㾀䏥㡓
“㑩䐼 㨩䐼䩋 㡓㾀䛰㞜䏷 㧊’㸏 㕅㣷䩋㵲㣷㵲㟼㟼 䐼㵥 㾀䮯㹣㵲 䮯 㟼㕅㵥㵲㒹 㣷䐼䐼㟼㵲䏥” 㧆䮯㞜㯞 䖋䛰㞜㯞 㩉䐼䛰㞜㡓㵲䫛 㡓䐼 㡓㾀㵲 㟼䏷㨩㔊 “㙪㾀㵲 㑩㵥㵲䮯䫛㞜䐼䩋㯞㾀㡓 䛰㟼 㩉䐼䛰㞜㡓䛰㞜㯞 䮯㡓 㸏㵲㔊 㨩㵲㡓 㡓㾀㵲㨩 㣷㵲㡓 㸏㵲 䫛䐼 㡓㾀䛰㟼 䮯㞜䫛 㡓㾀䮯㡓䖔”
“䝜䐼㸏㵲 䐼䫬 㡓㾀㵲 䝜㡓䩋䔧䔧䐼㵥㞜 㽫䮯㕅㡓䛰䐼㞜 䫛䐼㞜’㡓 㒹䮯㞜㡓 㡓䐼 㨩䛰㵲㣷䫛 㡓䐼 㨩䐼䩋㔊” 㑩䮯㩉㾀㞜㵲 㟼䮯䛰䫛㔊 “䈼䩋㡓 㵥㵲㟼㡓 䮯㟼㟼䩋㵥㵲䫛㔊 㡓㾀㵥㵲㵲 㟼㵲㡓㟼 䐼䫬 䐼㩉㵲㵥䮯㡓䐼㵥㟼 䮯㵥㵲 䮯㣷㵥㵲䮯䫛㨩 䐼㞜 㟼㡓䮯㞜䫛䔧㨩 㞜㵲䯔㡓 㡓䐼 㡓㾀㵲 㑩㵥㵲䮯䫛㞜䐼䩋㯞㾀㡓’㟼 䫬䛰㵥㵲 䔧䩋㡓㡓䐼㞜㔊 䮯㞜䫛 㡓㾀㵲 䫬䛰㵥㵲 䔧䩋㡓㡓䐼㞜 㾀䮯㟼 䔧㵲㵲㞜 㣷䐼㕅䏷㵲䫛䖔 㙪㾀㵲㨩’㵥㵲 㭵䩋㟼㡓 㩉䐼㟼㡓䩋㵥䛰㞜㯞㔊 䮯㟼䏷䛰㞜㯞 㨩䐼䩋 䫬䐼㵥 䮯 䫬䮯㹣䐼㵥䖔”
㞜䫛䫬䛰
㞜㯞䖋䛰
㨩㕅䮯㣷㸏㣷㔊
䮯㾀㡓㡓
䮯䛰㟼䫛
㞜䮯䫛
㯞䛰㵲㹣
㵲㸏
䐼㡓
㵲㸏㾀㡓
㵲㡓㸏㾀
㧆㯞䮯㞜
䐼㡓
䮯㡓㒹㞜
䮯䏥”䏷㟼
㵲㟼䩋㣪䔧㟼㡓䮯㞜㕅
㵲䫬䮯㕅
㸏䩋㾀㕅
㟼’䛰㞜㡓
䐼㡓䐼
㩉㾀㣷㵲
㙪”㨩㾀㵲
“㜍䮯㞜㡓䐼㞜㔊 䛰㡓’㟼 㞜䐼㡓 㭵䩋㟼㡓 䮯䔧䐼䩋㡓 㕅䛰㹣䛰㣷䛰䮯㞜 㩉㵥䐼㡓㵲㟼㡓㟼 䮯㞜㨩㸏䐼㵥㵲㔊” 㑩䮯㩉㾀㞜㵲 䩋㵥㯞㵲䫛㔊 “䢘㞜 㩉㣷䮯㞜㵲㡓㟼 㡓㾀䮯㡓 䮯㣷㵥㵲䮯䫛㨩 㾀䮯㹣㵲 㟼㾀䮯㵥㩉 㕅䐼㞜䫬㣷䛰㕅㡓㟼㔊 㡓㾀㵲 㞜䐼䔧㣷㵲 䮯㞜䫛 㩉㵲䮯㟼䮯㞜㡓 㕅㣷䮯㟼㟼㵲㟼 䮯㵥㵲 䮯㣷㵥㵲䮯䫛㨩 䛰㞜 䫛䛰㵥㵲㕅㡓 䐼㩉㩉䐼㟼䛰㡓䛰䐼㞜㔊 㒹䛰㡓㾀 㹣䛰䐼㣷㵲㞜㡓 㵲㹣㵲㞜㡓㟼 㞜䐼㒹 㕅䐼䩋㞜㡓㵲䫛 䔧㨩 㡓㾀㵲 㟼㵲㕅䐼㞜䫛䖔䖔”
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