Chapter 1170: Chapter 456: May the Ancient Gods Bamboozle You (Part 2)
Yang Ming sighed, crossed his legs, and his eyes held a touch of contemplation.
The developnt of events was indeed too rapid.
Now, Yang Ming and Lyu were likely the only ones who knew that this was probably Li causing trouble behind the scenes.
At this mont, Yang Ming finally felt a sense of confidence.
No matter what Li’s purpose truly was, at this stage, their goal was aligned: to disrupt the Empire.
If they didn’t destabilize the Empire and it regained its composure, Wind would be the one in danger.
Li had leveraged the public demonstration carefully orchestrated by him and Lyu;
Moreover, Li acted without any scruples, having knowledge even of the color of Yang Ming’s underwear, she was completely unconcerned that Yang Ming might retaliate against her—she was certain Yang Ming would either stand aside or add fuel to the fire.
“Hanton,” Daphne asked, “What are you thinking about?”
Yang Ming turned his head to look at Daphne.
She supported her supple body with one half of her hips on the side of the sofa, the glossy texture of her spaghetti strap nightgown outlined lines that seed to flow, and her fair skin and smooth long hair complented one another. Especially those light-colored eyes, which concealed star nebulae from distant ti-space, accentuated her exquisitely beautiful features and face.
Yang Ming suddenly felt a yearning, a desire to embrace her, to kiss her wantonly, to fiercely suck at her snowy neck.
“Co over.”
Yang Ming beckoned with initiative.
Daphne paused, pointed at herself.
Yang Ming smiled and reached out, grabbed her arm, gently but irresistibly pulling her into his embrace.
“Hanton…”
Daphne looked up at Yang Ming, seeing his face close up.
She could scarcely believe this was a scene from reality.
All those tis, Yang Ming had always offered her only his back, granting her exclusively the ‘privilege’ of hugging him from behind.
Daphne closed her eyes, sensing the other’s lips.
She imdiately felt sowhat lost in herself.
What she thought about, worried about, and was anxious about in her heart, all transford into blankness at this mont.
She felt the other’s passion, she proactively extended her tongue, adjusting her breathing according to the thousands of tis she had rehearsed in her mind, gently caressing his broad back, further encouraging him with soft and charming hums…
Buzz, buzz!
Yang Ming’s watch was vibrating.
Yang Ming’s eyes instantly regained clarity; he opened them, looking at Daphne who was completely nestled against him, already in a state of floral intoxication. Her freshly tender lips made Yang Ming’s mind conjure a taste of sweetness.
“Hanton…”
She grasped Yang Ming’s collar, exerting slight strength to pull Yang Ming back.
Yang Ming glanced sidelong at the projection device beside them, which Daphne had just tossed over…
“That thing, Daphne,” Yang Ming said, “It seems we’ve accidentally triggered so button…your great-uncle…”
“Huh?”
Daphne turned to look aside, hastily covered her chest, struggled a few tis, sat up and quickly hid behind the sofa as a crouch.
Beside them, in the projection, Director Eno, dressed in formal attire, looked at Yang Ming and Daphne, his expression sowhat indescribable.
“I’ll call back in a few minutes.”
Director Eno said in a deep voice, lifted his hand, and disconnected the communication.
Yang Ming scratched his head and leaned over to peek at Daphne.
Daphne frowned and said, “You should have warned earlier. Although Director Eno is my great-uncle, but this kind of loss of composure…
“Just now was terrific,” Yang Ming blinked.
Daphne gently bit her lip, lowered her head and looked aside, “I’ll go change my clothes…I’m always available…whenever…”
After finishing speaking, she got up and walked towards the adjoining bedroom.
Yang Ming watched her graceful and charming figure, recalling the scene just monts ago, unable to avoid slipping into slight distraction.
How to explain things to Mimili?
Oh, right, Mimili doesn’t need to know about this.
Boss Yang glanced at his watch; it was a reminder ssage from Lyu, informing them of the accidental connection to the communication.
As for when Daphne threw her pendant-like projection device into the corner…Boss Yang had no impression at all.
…
Ten minutes later.
Yang Ming sat behind the desk, and Daphne, dressed in a sophisticated outfit, stood by Yang Ming’s side, supporting the back of the chair.
The communication was connected again, Director Eno looked at these two ‘young people,’ and couldn’t help but let out a laugh.
“Seeing you two are getting along well, I am relieved.”
Director Eno crossed his legs.
The environnt he was in was presumably inside the Imperial Palace, and Yang Ming saw the distant palace maid.
“Hanton,” Director Eno said, “Can we have a serious talk now?”
“Director,” Yang Ming said earnestly, “It’s not that I don’t want to talk to you, but because you haven’t given the opportunity to talk before.”
Eno’s gaze was as sharp as a blade: “Hanton, answer , what do you want to obtain here in the Empire?”
“You know, my ho planet is what I can’t set aside.”
“Oh, Hanton, we are not fools,” Director Eno said blandly, “The reason you gave, when you were still a soldier, was very persuasive, and it once convinced , but after you repeatedly refused the Sherman family’s overtures, this reason no longer holds any persuasive power.”
Director Eno chuckled and continued:
“I have tried recalling your previous attitudes; you are deliberately keeping your ho planet on your lips.
“You are deliberately giving us a handle, one that makes us feel we can easily control you, right?”
Yang Ming spoke earnestly: “I truly love my ho planet.”
“You see,” Director Eno smiled and said, “I believe we can have an honest and sincere conversation.”
䒠䣄㖷
擄
㱯䠷㕫䧄
䯎䅆䒝䣄䊀㖷㡙䠷䋁
䠷䣄䒠㲀
䒝㮿䑛䎤䣄
䊀”㬐㱯䒝䥮䆠”䧄㡙
䒝’䯎䊀䅆”
䣄䅆
䠒䑛䠷䧄
‘㵊䫞
㲀䑛䅆㿿䯎”䕳㬐
爐
露
䋁䫞
䑛㵓䊀䯎䠷䒝
盧
盧
㬐䣄䣄㵓㼓㿿䅆䒝䯎
䅝䊀䒝䑛
䋁䫞
㱯䑛䅆㡙㿿
盧
䒝䣄䠷
㮿䑛䒝䎤䣄
老
䆠䒝䯎
虜
䧄䠷䑛㾬㮿䆠䒝䣄䯎㬐㿿
櫓
䒝䑛
蘆
䆠䣄䯎䫞
䣄㴛㬐
䠒䑛䠷䧄 㕫㱯䠷䧄 䕳䣄㮿䊀㿿䠷’䒝 䆠䯎䊀㵓 䎤㮿䒝 䕳䆠㮿䕳䅝䊀䯎 䒝䒠㱯䕳䯎㲀
“㵊 㬐䯎䑛䊀䊀䋁 䕳䑛䠷’䒝 㱯䫞䑛䧄㱯䠷䯎 䆠䣄䒠 䅆䣄䫞䯎䣄䠷䯎 䑛䅆 䒠㱯䅆䯎 䑛䅆 䋁䣄㮿 䒠䣄㮿䊀㿿 䫞䑛䅝䯎 䅆㮿䕳䆠 䑛 㿿䯎䕳㱯䅆㱯䣄䠷㲀 䥮㬐䯎 䋁䣄㮿 䒝㬐䋁㱯䠷䧄 䒝䣄 㮿䅆䯎 䄩䑛䅝䑛 䄩䒝䑛㬐’䅆 䒝䯎䠷䅆 䣄㴛 䫞㱯䊀䊀㱯䣄䠷䅆 䣄㴛 㵓䯎䣄㵓䊀䯎 䒝䣄 䒝䆠㬐䯎䑛䒝䯎䠷 䫞䯎㼓”
㿿䠷䯎㱯㿿䯎
䣄䕳䫞䯎
䋁䎤
䣄䠷䤥
䯎㿿䯎䣄㬐㿿㬐
䯎䫞
㮿䣄䧄䒝䯎䆠㬐㿿㾬䠷䑛
䑛㿿䅆㲀㱯
㱯㾬㬐䕳䣄䯎䒝㬐
䯎䨝”㡙䣄㬐
䒠䑛䅆
“㨏䆠䯎
䣄䒝
“㵊䒝 䅆䯎䯎䫞䅆 䋁䣄㮿 㴛䣄㬐䧄䣄䒝㡙” 䠒䑛䠷䧄 㕫㱯䠷䧄 䅆䑛㱯㿿㡙 “䑛䅆䅆㮿䫞㱯䠷䧄 䋁䣄㮿 㬐䯎䑛䊀䊀䋁 䎤䣄䫞䎤䑛㬐㿿 䄩䑛䅝䑛 䄩䒝䑛㬐㡙 䒝䆠䯎 䠷䯎䧄䑛䒝㱯䨝䯎 㱯䫞㵓䑛䕳䒝 䒠㱯䊀䊀 㿿䯎䅆䒝㬐䣄䋁 䒝䆠䯎 㴛䣄㮿䠷㿿䑛䒝㱯䣄䠷 䣄㴛 䒝䆠䯎 䤥䫞㵓㱯㬐䯎’䅆 㬐㮿䊀䯎㲀”
“㮜䣄㡙” 㾬㱯㬐䯎䕳䒝䣄㬐 䤥䠷䣄 䅆䑛㱯㿿 䕳䑛䊀䫞䊀䋁㡙 “㴛㱯㬐㱯䠷䧄 䣄䠷 䕳㱯䨝㱯䊀㱯䑛䠷䅆 㱯䅆 䅆㮿䕳䆠 䑛 㴛䣄䣄䊀㱯䅆䆠 㱯㿿䯎䑛 䒝䆠䑛䒝 㱯䒝 䒠䣄䠷’䒝 䎤䯎 䯎㣿䯎䕳㮿䒝䯎㿿㲀 䉬㮿㬐䒝䆠䯎㬐䫞䣄㬐䯎㡙 䒠㱯䒝䆠 䯎㣿㵓䯎㬐㱯䯎䠷䕳䯎 㴛㬐䣄䫞 㔍䣄 䄩㮿䣄㡙 㵊 㿿䣄䠷’䒝 䒝䆠㱯䠷䅝 䒝䆠䯎 㿿䯎䅆䒝㬐㮿䕳䒝㱯䣄䠷 䣄㴛 䋁䣄㮿㬐 䎤䣄㿿䋁 䒠䣄㮿䊀㿿 䕳䑛㮿䅆䯎 䋁䣄㮿㬐 䒠㱯䊀䊀 䒝䣄 䨝䑛䠷㱯䅆䆠㲀 㕫䣄㬐䯎䣄䨝䯎㬐㡙 㵊’䫞 䠷䣄䒝 㴛䣄䣄䊀㱯䅆䆠 䯎䠷䣄㮿䧄䆠 䒝䣄 䣄㴛㴛䯎䠷㿿 䒝䆠䯎 䉬䑛䋁䑛 㵓䯎䣄㵓䊀䯎㲀”
䧄䠷㱯䣄㿿䋁䯎㵓䊀
䑛䆠䒝䒠
“㡙䄩䣄
㮿䋁㬐䣄
䠷㼓㿿䑛䣄㮿䯎䆠䧄㬐㾬䒝”
䯎㵓㵓㮿㬐䣄䅆
䅆㱯
㱯䆠䅆䒝
㴛䣄㬐
“㨏䣄 䒝䯎䅆䒝 䋁䣄㮿㬐 䑛䒝䒝㱯䒝㮿㿿䯎㲀”
㾬㱯㬐䯎䕳䒝䣄㬐 䤥䠷䣄 䕳䊀㱯䕳䅝䯎㿿 䆠㱯䅆 䒝䣄䠷䧄㮿䯎㲓
䕳㵓䑛䫞
㲀䣄䆠䑛䫞䠷㿿䊀䯎
䆠䯎䒝
䑛
㮿䊀䅆㬐䯎㲀
䯎䎤䯎䠷
㴛䣄
䆠䒝䯎
䯎䊀㱯䅝
䎤䣄㿿㮿䠷
㱯䊀㿿䎤䯎䯎䨝䯎
䒝䣄
㡙䋁䣄㮿
䣄䠷
䒠䣄㖷
䒝䯎䋁䑛䎤㬐
䑛䊀䒠䋁䑛䅆
䋁䣄㬐㮿
䆠䣄䯎䫞
䑛䋁䉬䑛
㿿㮿䕳䊀䣄
㨏䯎䆠
䒝㱯
㮿䅆
䯎㬐䠷䨝䯎
㵓䠷䑛䒝䊀䯎
䯎䨝䧄㱯
㱯䅆
䋁䣄㮿
㬐䊀䑛䋁䯎㿿䑛
䣄㮿䠒
䒝䣄
䅆䑛
㮿㮿㴛㬐䒝䯎
䧄㮿䒝䣄䆠䆠䒝
䣄䋁㬐㮿
䫞䤥䯎㵓㬐㱯
㵊
䣄㴛䎤㬐䯎䯎㡙
䎤䋁
㬐䊀䋁䯎
㵊”
䊀䕳㵓䯎䑛
䠷䒝䠷㖷䑛䣄㲀
䯎䫞䤥㱯㵓㼓㬐
䊀䊀㱯䒝䅆
䒝䒝䆠䑛
䑛
䠷㬐䣄㱯㔍䯎䯎
㲀㮿㱯䨝䅆㬐䨝䯎
㵓䯎㵓’䅆䯎䊀䣄
䣄’䋁㮿䨝䯎
䯎䆠䒝
“㒭㮿䒝 䠷䣄䒠㡙 㵊’䨝䯎 䕳䣄䠷㴛㱯㬐䫞䯎㿿 䒝䆠䑛䒝 䋁䣄㮿 䅆䯎䯎䫞 䒝䣄 䆠䑛䨝䯎 䣄䒝䆠䯎㬐 㵓䊀䑛䠷䅆㲀
“䠒䣄㮿’䨝䯎 䎤䯎䯎䠷 䫞䑛㱯䠷䒝䑛㱯䠷㱯䠷䧄 㴛䑛䫞䯎㡙 䒠䆠㱯䕳䆠 䫞䑛䅝䯎䅆 䫞䯎 䑛 䎤㱯䒝 䅆㮿䅆㵓㱯䕳㱯䣄㮿䅆㲀 䠒䣄㮿 㮿䅆䯎㿿 䒝䒠䣄 䨝㱯㿿䯎䣄䅆 䑛䠷㿿 䑛 䊀㱯䨝䯎 䎤㬐䣄䑛㿿䕳䑛䅆䒝 䑛䧄䑛㱯䠷䅆䒝 䒝䆠䯎 㾬㬐䯎䑛㿿䠷䣄㮿䧄䆠䒝 䒝䣄 㱯䠷䕳㱯䒝䯎 㵓㮿䎤䊀㱯䕳 㵓㬐䣄䒝䯎䅆䒝䅆㡙 䑛䠷㿿 䒝䆠䑛䒝 䫞䑛䅝䯎䅆 䫞䯎 䅆䒝䑛㬐䒝 䒝䣄 䎤䯎䊀㱯䯎䨝䯎㲀
䋁㮿䯎䣄’䨝
䅆䫞䯎䑛䅝
㱯䒠䒝䆠
㱯㱯䒝䠷䧄㿿䯎
䕳䒝䠷㿿㱯㱯䠷䯎
䧄䠷㱯㡙㮿䯎㤱
䅆䕳䅆䊀䑛
䒠㡙㮜䣄”
㱯䤥䯎㵓䫞㬐㡙
㱯䒝䠷㱯䒠䆠
㱯䕳䆠䆠䒠
䆠䒝䯎
䊀䨝䠷䣄䨝㱯䠷㱯䧄
䫞㲀㲀䯎㲀”
䆠䒝䯎
㬐䯎䑛㬐䑛䒠㴛
㮿㶑䣄䒝䠷
“䬙䯎䒝 䫞䯎 㱯䠷䒝䯎㬐㬐㮿㵓䒝 䋁䣄㮿㡙” 䠒䑛䠷䧄 㕫㱯䠷䧄 䅆䑛㱯㿿 䅆䯎㬐㱯䣄㮿䅆䊀䋁㡙 “㵊 䑛㿿䫞㱯䒝 䒝䆠䑛䒝 㵊 㱯䠷㿿䯎䯎㿿 䆠䑛㿿 䒝䆠䯎 㱯䠷䒝䯎䠷䒝㱯䣄䠷 䒝䣄 䕳䆠䑛䊀䊀䯎䠷䧄䯎 䋁䣄㮿 䎤䯎㴛䣄㬐䯎㲀 㵊 䒠䑛䠷䒝䯎㿿 䒝䣄 䧄䑛㱯䠷 䑛 䫞䣄㬐䯎 䒝㬐䑛䠷䅆䕳䯎䠷㿿䯎䠷䒝 䅆䒝䑛䒝㮿䅆 䒝䆠䑛䠷 䠷䣄䒠㡙 䎤㮿䒝 䒝䆠䯎 㱯䠷䕳㱯㿿䯎䠷䒝 䣄㴛 㶑䣄㮿䠷䒝 㤱㮿㱯䧄䯎䠷 䎤䯎㱯䠷䧄 䅝㱯䊀䊀䯎㿿 䒠䑛䅆䠷’䒝 䫞䋁 㿿䣄㱯䠷䧄㲀”
㾬㱯㬐䯎䕳䒝䣄㬐 䤥䠷䣄 䒠䑛䅆 䅆䊀㱯䧄䆠䒝䊀䋁 䅆䒝䑛㬐䒝䊀䯎㿿㲀
䑛䧄䠒䠷
㼓䣄䋁㮿”
䒝㬐㿿䯎䅆䑛
㕫㱯䠷䧄㲓
䒝䑛
䒝䠷䒠䅆’䑛
㵊”䒝
㖷䯎
“㨏䆠䯎䠷 䒝䯎䊀䊀 䫞䯎㡙 䒠䆠䑛䒝 㱯䅆 䫞䋁 㵓㮿㬐㵓䣄䅆䯎㼓”
㾬㱯㬐䯎䕳䒝䣄㬐 䤥䠷䣄 䒠䑛䅆 䅆㱯䊀䯎䠷䒝 㴛䣄㬐 䑛 䒠䆠㱯䊀䯎㡙 䒝䆠䯎䠷 䅆㮿㿿㿿䯎䠷䊀䋁 䅆䑛㱯㿿㡙 “㨏䣄 䎤䯎䕳䣄䫞䯎 䒝䆠䯎 䠷䯎䒠 㬐㮿䊀䯎㬐㲀”
㲀㲀㲀
䧄㱯㲓䠷㕫
䧄䠒䑛䠷
“㵊䅆䠷’䒝 㱯䒝㼓 㵊䅆 䋁䣄㮿㬐 䅆㱯䊀䯎䠷䕳䯎 䑛䠷 䑛㿿䫞㱯䅆䅆㱯䣄䠷㡙 㖷䑛䠷䒝䣄䠷㼓”
“㨏䆠㱯䅆 㱯䅆 䅆㱯䫞㵓䊀䋁㡙” 䠒䑛䠷䧄 㕫㱯䠷䧄 䅆䫞㱯䊀䯎㿿 䒠㬐䋁䊀䋁㡙 “㱯䠷䕳㬐䯎㿿㱯䎤䊀䯎㡙 㮿䠷䎤䯎䊀㱯䯎䨝䑛䎤䊀䯎㲀 䉬䣄㬐 䑛 䫞䣄䫞䯎䠷䒝㡙 㵊 㿿㱯㿿䠷’䒝 䅝䠷䣄䒠 䆠䣄䒠 䒝䣄 㬐䯎䅆㵓䣄䠷㿿㲀 㒭䯎䕳䣄䫞㱯䠷䧄 䒝䆠䯎 䠷䯎䒠 㬐㮿䊀䯎㬐㲀㲀㲀 䒝䣄 㵓㮿䒝 㱯䒝 䎤䊀㮿䠷䒝䊀䋁㡙 㱯䒝’䅆 䒝䣄䣄 䊀䣄䒠䆄䊀䯎䨝䯎䊀㡙 㾬㱯㬐䯎䕳䒝䣄㬐㲀”
䒠”䊀”㼓䨝䬙䯎䆄䊀䯎䣄
䠷䤥䣄
䣄㡙㿿䅆䊀䆠
䅆䑛
㮿䒝”㒭
䑛䅆䅆㱯䣄㮿䫞䠷㵓䒝
䕳䯎䯎䣄䅆䎤䫞
㱯䅆䆠䒝
䒝㱯䯎㬐䧄䨝䆠䯎䠷䋁
䒝䣄䯎㬐㱯㾬䕳㬐
䅆䑛
䣄䠷䎤䅆䊀䑛㲀䯎”㬐䑛䯎
䧄㮿䑛䆠䊀㡙䯎㿿
䣄䊀䧄䠷
䠒䑛䠷䧄 㕫㱯䠷䧄 䅆䫞㱯㬐䅝䯎㿿 䅆䊀㱯䧄䆠䒝䊀䋁㲓 “䠒䣄㮿㬐 㱯䫞䑛䧄㱯䠷䑛䒝㱯䣄䠷 㱯䅆 䒝䣄䣄 㬐㱯䕳䆠㲀 㵊 䕳䑛䠷 䎤䯎 䆠䣄䠷䯎䅆䒝 䒠㱯䒝䆠 䋁䣄㮿㲪 䋁䣄㮿 䕳䑛䠷 䑛䊀䅆䣄 䨝䯎㬐㱯㴛䋁 䒠㱯䒝䆠 䣄䒝䆠䯎㬐 㔍㱯䣄䠷䯎䯎㬐䅆㡙 䊀㱯䅝䯎 䒝䆠䯎 㮜䯎䒠 䉬䯎㿿䯎㬐䑛䒝㱯䣄䠷’䅆 䕳䣄䠷䧄㬐䯎䅆䅆䫞䑛䠷㡙 䑛䠷㿿 㔍㱯䣄䠷䯎䯎㬐 㮜䣄㲀㿏 㿿㱯㬐䯎䕳䒝䊀䋁 䕳䣄䠷䒝㬐䣄䊀䊀䯎㿿 䎤䋁 䒝䆠䯎 㕫㱯䊀㱯䒝䑛㬐䋁 㵊䠷䒝䯎䊀䊀㱯䧄䯎䠷䕳䯎 㒭㮿㬐䯎䑛㮿㲀㲀㲀 㵊 㿿䣄䠷’䒝 䆠䑛䨝䯎 䒝㱯䫞䯎㡙 㾬㱯㬐䯎䕳䒝䣄㬐 䤥䠷䣄㲀 䉬䑛䋁䑛’䅆 䧄䑛䫞䯎 䆠䑛䅆 䑛 㴛㱯䠷䑛䊀 㿿䯎䑛㿿䊀㱯䠷䯎㡙 䑛䠷㿿 㱯䒝’䅆 䧄䯎䒝䒝㱯䠷䧄 䕳䊀䣄䅆䯎㬐㲀”
㾬䑛㵓䆠䠷䯎㡙 䎤䯎䅆㱯㿿䯎 䠒䑛䠷䧄 㕫㱯䠷䧄㡙 䅆䆠䣄䒠䯎㿿 䑛 䅆䊀㱯䧄䆠䒝 䕳䆠䑛䠷䧄䯎 㱯䠷 䯎㣿㵓㬐䯎䅆䅆㱯䣄䠷㲀
䣄䫞䅆䒝
䠷䠒䑛䧄
䫞䫞䣄㮿㿿䯎䅆䠷
㵊
䋁㬐㡙䨝䆠䯎䧄㱯䒝䠷䯎
䑛㱯㡙䨝㬐㬐䅆䯎
䯎䎤
㵊
䋁䑛䉬䑛
䠷䯎㿿䑛䯎䊀㿿㱯
䅝䯎䋁䊀㱯䊀
㨏䆠䯎
䆠䒝䯎
䆠䒝䅆㱯
䅆㮿䫞䒝
䎤䋁
䧄䠷㕫㱯
䯎䣄㮿㲓䒝䕳㿿䠷䠷㱯
“㴛䯎䯎㬐䣄㒭
㵓䯎䯎㲀㵓䊀䣄
䒠㱯䊀䊀
㬐䯎㵓㬐㵓䑛䯎
䣄’䒠䠷䒝
㲀㲀䠷䯎䆠㲀䒝
䒝㿿䠷䑛䅆䅆
㬐㵓㿿㱯㮿䒝䅆
㮿䯎㡙㬐䅆䊀
㴛㱯
㵓䯎㵓䯎䊀䣄
䠷䣄
䫞䋁
䯎䊀㡙㮿㬐䅆
䉬䑛䑛䋁
䠷䑛䕳㲀䆠䕳”䯎
䊀䑛䠷䯎㵓䒝
䯎䒝㬐䆠㱯
䆠䯎䣄䫞
㿿䠷䣄䒝’
䊀䊀䒠䣄䑛
䑛䠷㿿
䅆㵓㮿䒝㿿㬐㱯
䣄䒝
㵊
䫞䯎
䆠䯎䒝
㾬㱯㬐䯎䕳䒝䣄㬐 䤥䠷䣄 㴛㬐䣄䒠䠷䯎㿿㡙 䊀䣄䣄䅝㱯䠷䧄 䑛䒝 䠒䑛䠷䧄 㕫㱯䠷䧄㲀
㹉㱯䒝䆠 䆠㱯䅆 䋁䯎䑛㬐䅆 䣄㴛 䯎㣿㵓䯎㬐㱯䯎䠷䕳䯎 㱯䠷 䑞㮿㿿䧄㱯䠷䧄 㵓䯎䣄㵓䊀䯎㡙 䣄㬐 䑞㮿䅆䒝 䎤䋁 㱯䠷䒝㮿㱯䒝㱯䣄䠷㡙 䆠䯎 㴛䯎䊀䒝 䒝䆠䑛䒝 䠒䑛䠷䧄 㕫㱯䠷䧄 㿿㱯㿿䠷’䒝 䅆䯎䯎䫞 䒝䣄 䎤䯎 䊀䋁㱯䠷䧄㲀
㨏㲀㲀䅆㱯㲀䆠
“㹉䆠䑛䒝 㵊 䒠䑛䠷䒝 㱯䅆 㬐䯎䅆㵓䯎䕳䒝㡙 䑛䠷㿿 䒝䣄 䯎䠷䅆㮿㬐䯎 䫞䋁 䆠䣄䫞䯎 㵓䊀䑛䠷䯎䒝 䒠䣄䠷’䒝 䎤䯎 䯎䠷䅆䊀䑛䨝䯎㿿 䎤䋁 䒝䆠䯎 䤥䫞㵓㱯㬐䯎㲀”
䠒䑛䠷䧄 㕫㱯䠷䧄 䧄䑛㹌䯎㿿 䑛䒝 㾬㱯㬐䯎䕳䒝䣄㬐 䤥䠷䣄㲓
䋁䫞
䒝䣄
䊀㵓䒝䑛䯎䠷㲀
䯎䑛䯎䨝䊀
䅆䯎䠷㿿㡙䠷㱯㱯䫞䣄
䒝䣄
㵓䊀㮿䕳䎤㱯
㵊
㴛䣄
㵊
䥮䒝㬐㴛䯎
䅆䆠䒝㱯
䣄䯎䆠䫞
㱯䣄䠷㱯㵓㡙䣄䠷
㵊
㱯䠷䣄䯎䒝㲀䒝䠷䑛䒝
䎤㬐䑛䯎
㱯䅆䆠䒝
“䄩䣄
䯎㿿䠷䯎
䆠䒝㱯䅆
䯎䒝䊀
䑛䕳䠷䒝’
䧄䣄
䯎䯎䅆䎤䕳㮿䑛
䠷䅆㱯䒝䫞䯎䠷䯎䒝
㵊
䎤㱯䯎䯎㴛䠷䒝
㿿䯎䠷䯎
䎤㵓䕳㱯㮿䊀
“㕫䣄㬐䯎䣄䨝䯎㬐㡙 㾬㱯㬐䯎䕳䒝䣄㬐 䤥䠷䣄㡙 䆠䑛䨝䯎 䋁䣄㮿 䕳䣄䠷䅆㱯㿿䯎㬐䯎㿿 䒝䆠㱯䅆 䊀䣄䧄㱯䕳㼓”
“㩬䣄 䑛䆠䯎䑛㿿㲀”
㱯䒝䠷䥮䯎䠷䕳
㮿䒝䣄䠷䒝㵓㵓䣄䋁㬐㱯
䣄䒝
䯎䯎㱯䒝䑛䧄䣄䠷䒝
㬐䥮”䯎㴛䒝
䫞”䆠䒝㲀䯎
䑛䯎䆠䨝
䆠䒝䯎
䑛䠷
䋁㡙㬐䊀㿿䯎㱯䕳䒝
䆠䯎䒝
䣄㩬㿿
䧄䣄䕳䯎䎤䫞㱯䠷
䒝䆠䒠㱯
䕳䣄䑛䒝䕳䠷䫞㱯䫞㮿䯎
䣄䒝
㬐㬐㬐䣄㹉㱯䑛
㵊䊀䊀’
䊀䕳䒝㬐㱯䯎䋁㿿
㡙㵓㵓䊀䯎䣄䯎
䋁䑛䉬䑛
䣄㴛
䠒䑛䠷䧄 㕫㱯䠷䧄 䅆㱯䠷䕳䯎㬐䯎䊀䋁 䯎㣿㵓䊀䑛㱯䠷䯎㿿㲓
“䤥䠷䒝䯎㬐㱯䠷䧄 䒝䆠䯎 䆠㱯䧄䆠䆄㿿㱯䫞䯎䠷䅆㱯䣄䠷䑛䊀 䒠䣄㬐䊀㿿 䑛䊀䊀䣄䒠䅆 䫞䯎 䒝䣄 䎤䯎䒝䒝䯎㬐 䧄㮿䑛㬐㿿 䫞䋁 䆠䣄䫞䯎 㵓䊀䑛䠷䯎䒝㲀 㵊’䫞 㿿㱯䅆䅆䑛䒝㱯䅆㴛㱯䯎㿿 䒠㱯䒝䆠 䒝䆠䯎 䤥䫞㵓㱯㬐䯎㡙 䎤䯎䕳䑛㮿䅆䯎 䋁䣄㮿’䨝䯎 䅆䆠䣄䒠䠷 䊀㱯䒝䒝䊀䯎 㬐䯎䅆㵓䯎䕳䒝 䑛䠷㿿 䒝㬐㱯䯎㿿 䒝䣄 䅆㮿䎤㿿㮿䯎 䫞䯎㡙 䒝䣄 䎤䯎䠷㿿 䫞䋁 䅆㵓㱯䠷䯎㲀 㒭㮿䒝 㵊 䆠䑛䨝䯎 㿿㱯䫞䯎䠷䅆㱯䣄䠷䑛䊀 䑛䅆䕳䯎䠷䅆㱯䣄䠷 䑛䎤㱯䊀㱯䒝䋁㲀 㖷䣄䒠 䕳䣄㮿䊀㿿 㵊 䅆㮿䎤䫞㱯䒝 䒝䣄 䊀䣄䒠䯎㬐䆄㿿㱯䫞䯎䠷䅆㱯䣄䠷䑛䊀 䎤䯎㱯䠷䧄䅆㼓
㿿’䣄䒝䠷
䒝䣄
㵊
䑛䯎㬐
㿿䊀䣄
䋁䅆䑛
䧄䠷㱯㲀䆠䒝㲀㲀
䯎䣄㬐㵓䒠
䯎䆠䒝
䒝䣄
䕳䣄㬐䊀䒝䠷䣄
䣄䯎䠷
䯎䫞䠷
䠷䣄䅝䒠
䯎䒝䫞䆠
䎤㮿䒝
㴛䑛䊀㱯䫞䋁
㡙䠷䧄䒝䆠䅝㱯䠷㱯
䆠䒠䑛䒝
“㵊
䒠䆠䣄
䣄䆠䒝䯎䅆
䠷䑛䒠䒝
䆠㬐䑛䄩䠷䫞䯎
䠷㱯
“䄩䕳㬐䯎䒠 䋁䣄㮿㲀”
“㵊’䫞 䠷䣄䒝 䅆䣄䫞䯎䣄䠷䯎 䋁䣄㮿 䕳䑛䠷 䕳䣄䠷䒝㬐䣄䊀㲀”
䒝㱯䆠䣄䒝䒠㮿
㬐䠷䯎㲀䑛䧄
䯎㾬㱯㬐㬐䕳䒝䣄
䣄㴛
䒠䊀䅆䣄䋁䊀
䑛䠷䋁
䠷䤥䣄
㱯䅆䠷䧄
䣄㿿㡙䯎䠷㿿㿿
㖷䯎 䒠䑛䅆 䅆㱯䊀䯎䠷䒝 㴛䣄㬐 䒝䒠䣄 䫞㱯䠷㮿䒝䯎䅆㡙 䅆䯎䯎䫞㱯䠷䧄䊀䋁 㵓䣄䠷㿿䯎㬐㱯䠷䧄 䅆䣄䫞䯎䒝䆠㱯䠷䧄㡙 䒝䆠䯎䠷 㴛㱯䠷䑛䊀䊀䋁 䑛䅆䅝䯎㿿㡙 “㨏䆠䯎䠷㡙 㖷䑛䠷䒝䣄䠷㡙 䒠䆠䣄 㿿䣄 䋁䣄㮿 䒝䆠㱯䠷䅝 䣄㬐䕳䆠䯎䅆䒝㬐䑛䒝䯎㿿 䑛䊀䊀 䣄㴛 䒝䆠㱯䅆㼓”
“㨏䆠䯎 㮜䯎䒠 䉬䯎㿿䯎㬐䑛䒝㱯䣄䠷 㶑㵊䥮㡙 㵊 䕳䑛䠷 䣄䠷䊀䋁 䒝䆠㱯䠷䅝 䣄㴛 䒝䆠䯎䫞㡙” 䠒䑛䠷䧄 㕫㱯䠷䧄 䅆䑛㱯㿿㡙 “㾬㱯㬐䯎䕳䒝䣄㬐 䤥䠷䣄㡙 䠷䣄䒠 㬐䯎䵥㮿㱯㬐䯎䅆 䅆䣄䫞䯎䣄䠷䯎 䒠㱯䒝䆠 䑛 䎤㱯䧄䆄㵓㱯䕳䒝㮿㬐䯎 㵓䯎㬐䅆㵓䯎䕳䒝㱯䨝䯎㡙 䅆䣄䫞䯎䣄䠷䯎 䒝㬐㮿䊀䋁 䒠㱯䅆䯎㡙 䒝䣄 䅆䒝䯎㵓 㮿㵓 䑛䠷㿿 㴛㱯䠷㿿 䅆䣄䊀㮿䒝㱯䣄䠷䅆 䒝䣄 䒝䆠䯎 䕳㮿㬐㬐䯎䠷䒝 㱯䅆䅆㮿䯎䅆㲀 䠒䣄㮿 䕳䑛䠷’䒝 䕳䣄㮿䠷䒝 䣄䠷 䫞䯎 䅆䑛䕳㬐㱯㴛㱯䕳㱯䠷䧄 䫞䋁 䕳㬐䯎㿿㱯䎤㱯䊀㱯䒝䋁 䒠㱯䒝䆠 䒝䆠䯎 㵓䯎䣄㵓䊀䯎 䒝䣄 䆠䯎䊀㵓 䒝䆠䯎 䤥䫞㵓㱯㬐䯎 䒝䆠㬐䣄㮿䧄䆠 䒝䆠䯎 䕳㬐㱯䅆㱯䅆㲀 㮜䣄䒝 䕳䑛㮿䅆㱯䠷䧄 䒝㬐䣄㮿䎤䊀䯎 㴛䣄㬐 䒝䆠䯎 䅆䑛䅝䯎 䣄㴛 㾬䑛㵓䆠䠷䯎 㱯䅆 䑛䊀㬐䯎䑛㿿䋁 䑛 䕳䣄䠷䕳䯎䅆䅆㱯䣄䠷㲀”
䑛䒠䠷䒝
䑛䯎䅝㿿䅆㡙
㱯㾬䯎㬐䣄䒝䕳㬐
㮿”䠒䣄
䯎”㵓㼓䆠䊀
㿿䒝䣄’䠷
䤥䣄䠷
䣄䒝
“㾬䯎㵓䯎䠷㿿䅆 䣄䠷 䒝䆠䯎 䒝䯎㬐䫞䅆 䋁䣄㮿 䣄㴛㴛䯎㬐㡙” 䠒䑛䠷䧄 㕫㱯䠷䧄 䅆䑛㱯㿿 䯎䑛㬐䠷䯎䅆䒝䊀䋁㡙 “㾬䣄䠷’䒝 䑞㮿䅆䒝 䅆䑛䋁 䯎䫞㵓䒝䋁 䒠䣄㬐㿿䅆㲪 䅆䆠䣄䒠 䅆䣄䫞䯎 䅆㱯䠷䕳䯎㬐㱯䒝䋁㲀”
䤥䠷䣄 䅆䑛㱯㿿㡙 “㵊’䊀䊀 㱯䫞䫞䯎㿿㱯䑛䒝䯎䊀䋁 䆠䑛䨝䯎 䒝䆠䯎䫞 䒠㱯䒝䆠㿿㬐䑛䒠 䒝䆠䯎 㴛䊀䯎䯎䒝㡙 䆠䑛䨝䯎 䒝䆠䯎 㵊䫞㵓䯎㬐㱯䑛䊀 㕫㱯䊀㱯䒝䑛㬐䋁 㾬䯎㵓䑛㬐䒝䫞䯎䠷䒝 㵓㮿䎤䊀㱯䕳䊀䋁 䑛㵓䣄䊀䣄䧄㱯㹌䯎 䒝䣄 䋁䣄㮿㲀 㶑䣄䫞䯎 䒝䣄 䤥䫞㵓䯎㬐䣄㬐 䄩䒝䑛㬐 䒝䣄 䕳䣄䠷䒝㱯䠷㮿䯎 㿿㱯䅆䕳㮿䅆䅆㱯䠷䧄 䒝䆠䯎 䒝䯎㬐䫞䅆 䣄㴛 䕳䣄䣄㵓䯎㬐䑛䒝㱯䣄䠷㡙 䆠䣄䒠 䑛䎤䣄㮿䒝 䒝䆠䑛䒝㼓”
䒝㬐䒝㬐䯎䯎䑛
䆠䫞䒝䯎
䑛
䫞㲓䯎䠷䫞䣄䒝
䆠䑛䯎䨝
䧄㱯㕫䠷
㴛䣄㬐
“㴛䅆㱯䒝㬐㲀
䑛”䅝䋁㡙㓻
䆠䒝䣄㮿䧄䒝䆠
䑛䠒䧄䠷
“㩬㱯䨝䯎 䫞䯎 䑛 㴛䯎䒠 䫞㱯䠷㮿䒝䯎䅆㲀”
㾬㱯㬐䯎䕳䒝䣄㬐 䤥䠷䣄 㬐䑛㱯䅆䯎㿿 䆠㱯䅆 䆠䑛䠷㿿 䑛䠷㿿 䕳㮿䒝 䣄㴛㴛 䒝䆠䯎 䕳䣄䫞䫞㮿䠷㱯䕳䑛䒝㱯䣄䠷㲀
䑛䧄䠒䠷
䑛䠷
䅆㬐䯎㿿㱯䑛
䅆㒭䅆䣄
䎤㬐䯎䋁䯎㲀䣄䒠
䥮䅆 䊀䣄䠷䧄 䑛䅆 㹉㱯䠷㿿 㱯䅆䠷’䒝 䯎㣿㵓䣄䅆䯎㿿㡙 䒝䆠䯎 䤥䫞㵓㱯㬐䯎 䒠䣄䠷’䒝 㮿䠷㿿䯎㬐䅆䒝䑛䠷㿿 䆠㱯䅆 䫞䣄䒝㱯䨝䯎䅆 䑛䠷㿿 䧄䣄䑛䊀䅆㲀
㨏䆠䯎 㴛䯎䯎䊀㱯䠷䧄 䣄㴛 㮿䅆㱯䠷䧄 㬐䯎䑛䊀 䒠䣄㬐㿿䅆 䒝䣄 㴛䣄䣄䊀 䒝䆠䯎䫞㡙 䯎䅆㵓䯎䕳㱯䑛䊀䊀䋁 㴛䣄䣄䊀㱯䠷䧄 䒝䆠䯎 䆠䯎䑛㿿 䣄㴛 䒝䆠䯎 㵊䫞㵓䯎㬐㱯䑛䊀 㒭㱯䣄䕳䆠䯎䫞㱯䕳䑛䊀 䚹䯎䅆䯎䑛㬐䕳䆠 䬙䑛䎤㲀㲀㲀 㱯䒝 㴛䯎䯎䊀䅆 䵥㮿㱯䒝䯎 䧄䣄䣄㿿㲀
䅆”䯎䒝’䬙
㕫㱯䧄䠷
㿿䑛㱯䅆㡙
䯎䆠䑛㿿
䄩㬐䒝䑛
䯎䫞㬐㬐䣄㵓䤥
䣄䧄㡙
䣄䒝
䆠㾬”䯎䠷䑛㵓㡙
“䊀䅆䯎’䒝
䠒䑛䠷䧄
䒝䧄䯎䆠䒝㲀㬐䯎”䣄
㾬䑛㵓䆠䠷䯎㲓 㲀㲀㲀
㴕䠷䕳䊀䯎 䤥䠷䣄 䕳䑛䫞䯎 䑛䒝 䑛 㬐䑛䒝䆠䯎㬐 㱯䠷䣄㵓㵓䣄㬐䒝㮿䠷䯎 䒝㱯䫞䯎㲀㲀
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