Read Novel Full Chapter 352 INFORMATION IS CURRENCY
Chapter 352: Chapter 352 INFORMATION IS CURRENCY
SERAPHINA’S POV
Astrid’s message arrived at 7:12 a.m.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand, the faint sound swallowed by the steady rhythm of Kieran’s breathing beside me.
I lay still, half tangled in cool sheets and Kieran’s warmth, watching pale gold sunlight seep through the curtains.
The room smelled like us. Like heat and sweat and something deeper that had nothing to do with pheromones.
Kieran’s arm was draped heavily across my waist, his palm resting possessively against my hip as though even in sleep he feared losing me.
The marks he’d left along my throat and collarbone throbbed faintly—tender reminders of the one line we had not crossed.
My body ached in that delicious, thoroughly claimed way that proved last night was no hallucination.
The phone buzzed again.
Kieran stirred slightly, his fingers tightening unconsciously against my skin.
I exhaled carefully and reached for the device, angling my body so the screen’s glow wouldn’t fall across his face.
Astrid Volker.
Of course.
I opened the message.
‘Good morning, Seraphina.
I hope today finds you well after last evening’s excitement.
If you are available, I would value the opportunity to speak with you in a more private setting. The brunch terrace at the Elysian hotel is discreet enough.
Ten o’clock?
Warmly,
Astrid V.’
My gaze drifted back to Kieran.
A faint crease marked the space between his brows, as though tension never fully released him even in sleep.
Dark lashes rested against his cheek. His collarbone and shoulders bore the imprint of my fingers where I had clutched him too hard and scratched him.
Mine.
The last thing I wanted to do was get out of bed, and even less did I want to see Astrid.
But after the…excitement of last night, it was evident that we needed to step up our game if we wanted to protect our interests and outmaneuver potential threats.
Whether Astrid was an adversary or an ally remained to be seen, and this meeting was a good way to see that.
Kieran shifted again, his nose brushing absently against my shoulder as though scenting reassurance even in sleep.
For a long moment, I did not move. I let myself memorize the weight of his arm, the warmth of his chest at my back, the faint rasp of his breathing.
The urge to burrow closer was overwhelming.
But strategy did not allow indulgence.
I glanced at my clutch by the door, knowing the perfume bottle was inside.
I typed carefully with one hand.
‘Ten works. I’ll see you there.’
***
The brunch terrace overlooked Los Angeles, the city soft in the late-morning haze.
It was an orchestration of white linens, polished silverware, and discreetly positioned bodyguards posing as businessmen.
I picked a central table—neither too exposed nor too private. A server poured sparkling water as I sat, back straight, ankles crossed.
The scent of espresso drifted through the air. Conversations murmured around me, utensils tapped porcelain, and beneath it all, the subtle hum of pack politics vibrated like a second pulse.
Astrid arrived precisely at ten, her steps unhurried and confident.
She wore ivory silk and gold jewelry that gleamed without ostentation. The seven gemstone rings adorned her fingers, moonstone dominant.
Her eyes swept over me as if taking inventory.
When she was close, her nose twitched; amusement flickered across her face.
“My, my,” she said as she took the seat opposite mine. “I did not think you would use my gift so quickly.”
I pursed my lips and said nothing.
She signaled a server with a lift of her fingers before her gaze returned to me. She leaned back, studying me intently. “You’re not embarrassed.”
“About perfume?”
“About the reason you require it.”
The implication hung between us, undeniable. So much for controlling the tone of the meeting.
Her laugh was low and satisfied. “Well, I’m pleased to know that my product is effective. Masking powerful pheromones like Alpha Blackthorne’s is no small feat.”
My face did not so much as twitch.
I lifted my glass. “Surely you didn’t call me here to discuss the effectiveness of your product. I would assume you tested it before it hit the market.”
Her eyes warmed. “Talking to you truly is a delight.
She leaned forward, folding her hands atop the table, gemstone rings catching the light. “And seeing you last night only solidified my determination to collaborate with you.”
I arched a brow. “I thought I was an investment. Now it’s a collaboration you want?”
A server arrived with a tall glass of mimosa. Astrid waited until he retreated before continuing.
“I did some digging,” she said as I reached for my drink. “Eleven years ago, there was a scandal in this hotel. A narrative constructed with surgical precision.”
My fingers stilled against the stem of my glass.
Astrid watched for a reaction.
I gave her none.
“You were shunned by two packs,” she continued, pity slipping into her voice. “Publicly humiliated. More or less exiled. The story was simple: opportunistic sister seduces her sibling’s intended mate.”
The memory throbbed like a wound reopening.
I cleared my throat, forcing my voice to steady. “You didn’t invite me to brunch to recite my own history.”
“No,” Astrid agreed. “I invited you because I possess something of interest.”
From her structured leather bag, she withdrew a slim metallic USB drive and placed it on the table between us.
“Stories that clean rarely are. I think it’s time the world knew what really happened that night, don’t you?”
I stared at the USB but did not touch it. Honestly, I didn’t think I was capable of moving without trembling.
“To be candid, I have to point out that it isn’t direct proof,” she continued. “That has already been purchased.”
My gaze lifted.
“Purchased by who?”
A faint smile curved her lips. “By protocol, I cannot disclose that. And I believe it is better if you do not know.”
My stomach tightened.
Better for who?
She tapped the USB. “Don’t worry. This is enough to prove you were the victim that night.”
My throat felt dry. I would have taken a sip of my water if I could fucking move.
Astrid held my gaze steadily. “What do you say?”
“You’re offering this, why?”
Her eyes gleamed. “Because it’s easier to trust people who are in my debt.”
There it was.
“What is the price?” I asked.
Her lips curved again, pleased at the absence of guessing games. “A few weeks ago, I was to receive a shipment of Moonstones. Uncut. High-grade. Bound for refinement.”
“And?”
“And they were hijacked,” she said. “Intercepted mid-transport by individuals with capabilities that exceeded standard rogue interference. I suspect psychic involvement.”
I clenched my teeth. “And why do you think I’ll be of any help?”
Her smile sharpened. “Oh, come on, Sera. Let’s skip the part where we pretend your abilities are a secret. I do not chase what I haven’t studied.”
The air between us shifted.
I had to give it to Astrid, her position as president was well earned. The woman knew how to go for what she wanted.
“You want me to locate them.”
“I hear you can do wonderful things.”
“And if I refuse?”
Her smile did not falter as she tapped a finger on the USB and moved it an inch closer to her. “Then we simply enjoyed a pleasant brunch.”
My eyes narrowed. “You’re withholding something.”
“Of course I am,” she replied with a light shrug. “Information is currency.”
“Why me?” I asked. “I’m sure you have a myriad of resources at your disposal.”
“I do,” she agreed. “But none like you. And as you said, I test all my products before endorsing them.”
Silence settled between us.
Around us, the terrace continued in curated normalcy. Glasses clinked. Laughter drifted. The city shimmered beyond the railing, unaware of the converging forces beneath its glitter.
I looked down at the USB drive.
Eleven years of quiet suffering.
My parents’ rejection.
Ethan’s disappointment.
Kieran’s coldness.
Celeste’s accusations.
“If this proves veritable…” I began.
“Then you will consider assisting me,” Astrid finished.
“Consider,” I emphasized.
She inclined her head. “I would expect nothing less.”
“You understand,” I continued, voice even, “that if this connects to something larger—if your moonstones are fueling harm beyond financial loss—I will prioritize that over your shipment.”
Her eyes did not waver. “As you should.”
“Astrid,” I said, voice dropping low, “if this is manipulation…”
“It is,” she replied calmly. “All negotiation is. But it is not deceit.”
I held her gaze for a long moment. I knew there was a lot she was hiding, but that was expected from someone of her caliber.
I still sensed no malice from her, just that slight undertone of greed—again, not surprising.
I finally reached forward and picked up the USB. It was deceptively light for something that was supposed to hold so much.
“I will review this today,” I said. “You will have my answer after.”
She nodded. “Fair enough.”
She stood smoothly, adjusting the fall of her silk sleeve. “And Seraphina.”
I looked up.
Her smile softened. “The perfume suits you.”
She turned, and walked away without haste.
I remained seated for a while after she left, my reflection faint in the glass railing.
I turned the tiny device in my hands, the gravity of what it carried almost too much to bear.
‘I think it’s time the world knew what really happened that night, don’t you?’
I clenched my fist around it. Yes, I think it was about fucking time.
盧
老
㣍㾢㬑
擄
㾹䝜䚬㔆㤚䃐㾹㦴䝜㣍䄾
路櫓盧路蘆㤚䊐㸥㕿䨜櫓 䊐䓫 老䄾 䠜䊐䓫 䵡㫲 㼫㶢䕌㫲䨤㕿䨜 䵡䛹㕿 㲛㕿䵡䊐㷞㗧䓫 㫲㝖 㕿㗧㕿䨤㕿㶢 䇏㕿䊐䨜䓫 䊐㸥㫲䔥 䓫㫲㤅㕿 䵡䨜㼫䵡䛹䓫 䓫䛹㫲㼫㗧㲛㶢䚬䵡 䆻㕿 㝖䊐䕌㕿㲛 䊐㗧㫲㶢㕿䆔 䠪䛹㕿䨜㕿 䠜㕿䨜㕿 䵡䠜㫲 㩵㕿㫲㩵㗧㕿 㷞㶢䨤㫲㗧䨤㕿㲛 䵡䛹䊐䵡 㶢㷞㸥䛹䵡䆔
㼝䇏 䵡䛹㕿 䵡㷞㤅㕿 䄾 䨜㕿䊐䕌䛹㕿㲛 㤅䇏 䕌䊐䨜䔥 㤅䇏 㩵䛹㫲㶢㕿 䠜䊐䓫 䊐㗧䨜㕿䊐㲛䇏 㷞㶢 㤅䇏 䛹䊐㶢㲛䆔 䄾 㷞㶢䵡㕿㶢㲛㕿㲛 䵡㫲 䕌䊐㗧㗧 㱅㷞㕿䨜䊐㶢 䵡㫲 䵡㕿㗧㗧 䛹㷞㤅 䊐䆻㫲㼫䵡 䵡䛹㕿 䗸㾹㼝䆔
㕿䆻䠜䆔
䵡㫲
䓫䛹㷞
㶢㷞
㼫䵡㝖䛹䨜䨜㕿
䛹㕿䠜䛹㕿䵡䨜
㷞㶢㤅㕿
㫲䆻㝖㕿䨜㕿
䓫㼫
㕿㕿㸥㶢㶢䵡䊐㗧
䠪㫲
㲛㶢䕌㸥㷞㕿㲛㷞
䠜㕿㸥㷞䛹
䊐䓫䊐㷞䵡㶢㸥
㷞䵡䓫㶢䵡㷞䕌㶢
㲛䚬䝜䨜䓫㷞䵡䓫
㼝㼫䵡 䊐㗧䓫㫲 䵡㫲 䠜䊐䵡䕌䛹 䵡䛹㕿 䠜䊐䇏 䛹㷞䓫 㴹䊐䠜 䠜㫲㼫㗧㲛 䵡㷞㸥䛹䵡㕿㶢 䊐䵡 䵡䛹㕿 㤅㕿㶢䵡㷞㫲㶢 㫲㝖 䊐㶢㫲䵡䛹㕿䨜 㫲㝖 䝜䓫䵡䨜㷞㲛䚬䓫 㼣㸥㷞㝖䵡䓫䔥㦇 䛹㷞䓫 㩵㫲䓫䓫㕿䓫䓫㷞䨤㕿㶢㕿䓫䓫 㝖㗧䊐䨜㷞㶢㸥䆔
㼝㼫䵡 䆻㕿㝖㫲䨜㕿 䄾 䕌㫲㼫㗧㲛 㲛㫲 䊐㶢䇏䵡䛹㷞㶢㸥䔥 䊐 㶢㫲䵡㷞㝖㷞䕌䊐䵡㷞㫲㶢 䆻䊐㶢㶢㕿䨜 䓫㗧㷞㲛 䊐䕌䨜㫲䓫䓫 䵡䛹㕿 䓫䕌䨜㕿㕿㶢䆔
䨜㱅䊐㐰㶢㷞㕿
㷸㕿䠜䊐䊐
㫲㶢㷞㙾㸥
㕿㕿䓫㕿䌍㗧䵡
㪷㗧㷞㗧
㕿㼫䆔㗧䵡䆻䊐㶢䓫
䊐㩵㕿䆔㼫䵡㲛
䭔䓫䊐䵡㶢䨜㫲䆻䆔㕿
䵡㫲
䊐㲛㶢
㮖䇏 㝖㷞㶢㸥㕿䨜䓫 䵡㷞㸥䛹䵡㕿㶢㕿㲛 䊐䨜㫲㼫㶢㲛 䵡䛹㕿 㩵䛹㫲㶢㕿䆔
䄾䚬㲛 㲛㫲㶢㕿 㤅䇏 䆻㕿䓫䵡 䵡㫲 㩵㼫䓫䛹 㤅䇏 䓫㷞䓫䵡㕿䨜 㫲㼫䵡 㫲㝖 㤅䇏 㤅㷞㶢㲛䆔 䠪㫲 㶢㫲䵡 䕌㫲㶢䓫㷞㲛㕿䨜 䠜䛹䊐䵡 䛹㕿䨜 䨜㕿䵡㼫䨜㶢 㤅㕿䊐㶢䵡䆔
䨜䊐䨜䛹䊐䕌䕌䔥䵡㕿
䊐䠜䓫
㩵㫲䵡䆔
䊐䠜䓫
㶢䝜㲛
䛹䵡㕿
䠜䊐䆔㷸䊐㕿
㕿䛹䓫
㫲䵡
䓫䛹㕿
㼝㼫䵡
䨜㕿䵡㼫
䊐䇏㗧䊐䨜㲛㕿
䵡㶢㷞㸥㷞䨜䨜䓫
㣍㫲䓫䓫㕿䓫䓫㷞䨤㕿㶢㕿䓫䓫䔥 㴹㕿䊐㗧㫲㼫䓫䇏䔥 䊐㶢㲛 䨜䊐㸥㕿 㝖㗧㫲㫲㲛㕿㲛 㤅㕿䆔 䄾 䛹䊐䵡㕿㲛 㷞䵡䆔
㔆䊐䵡㕿㲛 䵡䛹䊐䵡 㕿䨤㕿㶢 䊐㝖䵡㕿䨜 㕿䨤㕿䨜䇏䵡䛹㷞㶢㸥—䊐㝖䵡㕿䨜 㗧䊐䓫䵡 㶢㷞㸥䛹䵡䔥 䊐㝖䵡㕿䨜 䛹㕿䊐䵡 䊐㶢㲛 䛹㼫㶢㸥㕿䨜 䊐㶢㲛 㼫㶢䨜䊐䨤㕿㗧㷞㶢㸥—䛹㕿䨜 㶢䊐㤅㕿 䕌㫲㼫㗧㲛 䓫䵡㷞㗧㗧 㩵㼫㗧㗧 䊐㶢䇏 䓫㫲䨜䵡 㫲㝖 䨜㕿䊐䕌䵡㷞㫲㶢 㝖䨜㫲㤅 㤅㕿䆔
䄾
㕿㷞㷸䓫㩵
㫲㕿䆻䨜㕿㝖
㷞䛹㗧䊐㲛䔥㶢㕿
㷞㩵䇏䛹䕌䓫䕌
䇏㤅
㕿㗧㲛䆻
䆔㫲㼫䨜㲛䠜䵡䊐
㕿䛹䵡
䆻䊐䨜㷞䨜㕿䨜
䓫䵡䛹㫲㤅㸥㶢㫲㷞
䄾 䓫㗧㷞㲛 㷞㶢䵡㫲 䵡䛹㕿 㲛䨜㷞䨤㕿䨜䚬䓫 䓫㕿䊐䵡 䊐㶢㲛 䓫䵡䊐䨜䵡㕿㲛 䵡䛹㕿 㕿㶢㸥㷞㶢㕿䆔
䄾䵡 䠜䊐䓫 䆻㕿䵡䵡㕿䨜 䵡㫲 㲛㷞䓫䕌㼫䓫䓫 䵡䛹㕿 㤅㕿㕿䵡㷞㶢㸥 䠜㷞䵡䛹 㱅㷞㕿䨜䊐㶢 㷞㶢 㩵㕿䨜䓫㫲㶢 䊐㶢䇏䠜䊐䇏䆔
㷞㝖
䵡㫲
䛹䵡䵡䊐
䠜㕿䊐㷸䊐
䠜㶢㫲
㕿䓫㕿
㤅䇏
䊐䠜䓫
䵡㗧㕿䆻㶢䔥䊐䓫㼫
䊐㲛㶢
䵡䓫㶢䊐䵡䇏㷞㗧㷞㷞䆻
㲛䝜㶢
㗧㕿䌍䓫㕿㕿䵡
䵡䠜㲛㕿䊐㶢
䠜䛹㷞䵡
㕿䓫䆔䇏㕿
䥌䥌䥌
䠪䛹㕿 䨜㫲䊐㲛 䵡㫲 䭔䨜㫲䓫䵡䆻䊐㶢㕿 䵡㕿䨜䨜㷞䵡㫲䨜䇏 䕌㼫䨜䨤㕿㲛 䵡䛹䨜㫲㼫㸥䛹 䵡䛹㕿 㶢㫲䨜䵡䛹㕿䨜㶢 㫲㼫䵡䓫㷸㷞䨜䵡䓫䔥 䵡䛹㕿 䓫㷸䇏㗧㷞㶢㕿 㲛㷞䓫䓫㫲㗧䨤㷞㶢㸥 㷞㶢䵡㫲 㲛䨜䇏 䛹㷞㗧㗧䓫 䆻䨜㼫䓫䛹㕿㲛 䠜㷞䵡䛹 䓫䕌䨜㼫䆻 䊐㶢㲛 䓫䵡㼫䆻䆻㫲䨜㶢 㸥䨜㕿㕿㶢䆔
䄾
䛹䵡㕿
䛹䊐㲛
䨤㷞㷞㫲䓫㶢
䊐䵡䆻㫲㼫
㕿㲛㩵㕿䨜㕿
㶢㫲䵡㷞
䵡䛹㕿
㫲䵡
㶢㲛䵡䚬㷞㲛
䵡䛹㷞㶢㷸
䨜㷞㲛㸥㼫㶢
䊐䠜䵡㶢
䨤㲛㕿䔥䨜㷞
䠜䊐䵡㶢
䵡㫲
㗧䌍㕿䵡㕿䓫㕿
䄾
㶢䊐㲛
㶢㲛䚬㷞㲛䵡
䄾
㷞㲛㸥
䓫䊐䵡㗧
䛹㶢㷞䵡㸥䆔
㪷䛹㷞䕌䛹 㗧㕿㝖䵡 㫲㶢㗧䇏 㫲㶢㕿 䵡䨜䊐䕌㷸 㝖㫲䨜 㤅䇏 䵡䨜䊐㷞㶢 㫲㝖 䵡䛹㫲㼫㸥䛹䵡䆔
㮖䇏 㤅㷞㶢㲛 䨜㕿㩵㗧䊐䇏㕿㲛 䝜䓫䵡䨜㷞㲛䚬䓫 䠜㫲䨜㲛䓫䆔
䵡䊐䛹䵡
㫲㩵㝖㫲䁧䨜
㶢㷞䓫䵡䚬
䊐㕿䇏䨜䊐㗧㲛
䆔䕌䨜䚬㼫㩵䓫䊐䛹㕿㲛
䛹䊐䓫
㕿㷞䕌㲛䨜䵡
䤠䄾䵡
䆻㕿㕿㶢
㪷䛹㫲 䠜㫲㼫㗧㲛 䆻㼫䇏 䵡䛹㕿 䵡䨜㼫䵡䛹 㫲㝖 䵡䛹䊐䵡 㶢㷞㸥䛹䵡 㫲㶢㗧䇏 䵡㫲 䆻㼫䨜䇏 㷞䵡㜬
㪷䛹㫲 䆻㕿㶢㕿㝖㷞䵡㕿㲛 㝖䨜㫲㤅 㤅㕿 䨜㕿㤅䊐㷞㶢㷞㶢㸥 䵡䛹㕿 䨤㷞㗧㗧䊐㷞㶢㜬
㷞䇏䕌㩵䛹䓫䕌
㗧㝖㕿㷸㷞㕿䨜㲛䕌
䨜㕿㫲㝖㼝㕿
㤅䇏
㼫㫲䕌㗧㲛
㕿䵡䛹
㫲䵡
㼫㕿㶢䊐㕿䓫
㶢㩵㶢㸥㩵䓫㷞䊐
㷞㶢䵡䓫䊐䊐㸥
䵡䨜䨜㕿㼫㝖䔥䛹
㷞䨜㕿䨜䔥䨜䊐䆻
䇏㤅
䵡㶢㕿䵡䵡㫲䊐㶢㷞
䨜㫲㲛䊐䆔
㗧㕿㕿㲛䨤
䆻䊐䕌㷸
䄾䵡 䕌㼫䨜䨤㕿㲛 䊐䨜㫲㼫㶢㲛 䊐 䆻㕿㶢㲛䔥 䛹㷞㗧㗧䓫 䨜㷞䓫㷞㶢㸥 䛹㷞㸥䛹㕿䨜䔥 䓫䕌䨜㼫䆻 䆻䨜㼫䓫䛹 䕌䊐䓫䵡㷞㶢㸥 䓫㷸㕿㗧㕿䵡䊐㗧 䓫䛹䊐㲛㫲䠜䓫 䊐䕌䨜㫲䓫䓫 䵡䛹㕿 䊐䓫㩵䛹䊐㗧䵡䆔
㔆㕿䊐䵡 䓫䛹㷞㤅㤅㕿䨜㕿㲛 㷞㶢 䠜䊐䨤㕿䨜㷞㶢㸥 㲛㷞䓫䵡㫲䨜䵡㷞㫲㶢䓫 䊐䛹㕿䊐㲛䔥 䆻㗧㼫䨜䨜㷞㶢㸥 㲛㷞䓫䵡䊐㶢䕌㕿 䊐㶢㲛 㕿㶢䨤㷞䨜㫲㶢㤅㕿㶢䵡䆔
䓫㕿㕿
䵡㷞䚬㲛㲛㶢
䠪䵡䊐䛹
䄾
䨤䓫㕿㼫䵡䚬㤅
㶢㷞
㶢㕿䆻㕿
㷞䵡
㕿䵡㤅䆔㷞
䠜䇏䛹
䝜 㝖䊐㗧㗧㕿㶢 㗧㫲㸥 㗧䊐䇏 䓫㩵䨜䊐䠜㗧㕿㲛 䊐䕌䨜㫲䓫䓫 䆻㫲䵡䛹 㗧䊐㶢㕿䓫䔥 䵡䛹㷞䕌㷸 䊐㶢㲛 䓫㩵㗧㷞㶢䵡㕿䨜㕿㲛䔥 䆻䊐䨜㷸 䓫䵡䨜㷞㩵㩵㕿㲛 㷞㶢 㩵㗧䊐䕌㕿䓫 䊐䓫 㷞㝖 㷞䵡 䛹䊐㲛 䆻㕿㕿㶢 㲛䨜䊐㸥㸥㕿㲛 䨜䊐䵡䛹㕿䨜 䵡䛹䊐㶢 㲛䨜㫲㩵㩵㕿㲛䆔 䠪䛹㕿 䓫㼫䨜䨜㫲㼫㶢㲛㷞㶢㸥 䵡䨜㕿㕿䓫 䓫䵡㫲㫲㲛 㼫㩵䨜㷞㸥䛹䵡 䊐㗧㫲㶢㸥 䵡䛹㕿 䨜㷞㲛㸥㕿䔥 㼫㶢㲛㷞䓫䵡㼫䨜䆻㕿㲛䆔
㮖䇏 㷞㶢䓫䵡㷞㶢䕌䵡䓫 㝖㷞䨜㕿㲛䆔 䄾 䓫㗧䊐㤅㤅㕿㲛 䵡䛹㕿 䆻䨜䊐㷸㕿䓫䆔
㝖㫲
䓫䛹㗧䊐㩵䊐䵡
䓫㶢㕿䕌䵡
㗧㸥䓫㷞䇏㗧䛹䵡
䓫䊐㸥㶢㷞䵡䊐
䛹㩵䊐䨜䓫
䵡䨜㷞䓫㕿
㼫䆻㶢䵡䨜
䛹㕿䠪
㕿䛹䠪
㫲䵡
䊐䕌䨜
㕿䨜䨜㶢㫲䆔䕌䵡䕌㸥㷞
䊐㗧䵡䔥䛹
䨜䊐㷞䆔
㕿䨜㕿䕌䓫㲛䊐㤅
㷞㷞㷞䊐㗧䛹㸥㝖䓫㶢䵡
䛹㕿䵡
䓫䊐
㶢㫲㷞䵡
䵡䛹㕿
䆻䨜㼫䆻䨜㕿
㕿䛹䵡
䓫㲛㲛㷸㕿㷞㲛
䕌㲛䨜㕿㗧㼫
䄾
㝖㕿㫲䆻䨜㕿
䠪䛹㕿 䠜㷞㶢㲛 䓫䛹㷞㝖䵡㕿㲛䔥 䕌䊐䨜䨜䇏㷞㶢㸥 䓫㫲㤅㕿䵡䛹㷞㶢㸥 㤅㕿䵡䊐㗧㗧㷞䕌䆔 㪷㷞㗧㲛䆔 䃐䊐㶢㷸䆔
㪷䨜㫲㶢㸥䆔
䊐
䊐䠜䓫
㝖㷞
䛹䊐㲛
䊐䓫
䓫䠜䊐
㷞㶢
䵡㷞䓫
䛹㕿䠪䨜㕿
㼫㶢㕿㕿䓫㶢
㷞㝖
㷞䊐䨜䔥
䕌䵡㕿㷞㕿㲛㷸䔥䛹㶢
㩵䨜㼫䨜䓫㕿㕿䓫
䛹䵡䆔䊐㕿䨜䆻
㶢㕿㷞㲛䓫䇏䵡
㕿䛹䵡
㲛㫲㸥䛹㗧㶢㷞
䊐䓫
䛹㸥䵡㷞㕿㤅㫲䓫㶢
䠪䛹㕿㶢 䵡䛹㕿䇏 䓫䵡㕿㩵㩵㕿㲛 㫲㼫䵡䆔
㾢㶢㕿 㝖䨜㫲㤅 䆻㕿䛹㷞㶢㲛 䵡䛹㕿 䨜㷞㲛㸥㕿 䵡㫲 㤅䇏 䨜㷞㸥䛹䵡䆔 䝜㶢㫲䵡䛹㕿䨜 㝖䨜㫲㤅 䵡䛹㕿 䆻䨜㼫䓫䛹 㫲㶢 䵡䛹㕿 㗧㕿㝖䵡䆔 䝜 䵡䛹㷞䨜㲛 㕿㤅㕿䨜㸥㕿㲛 㝖䨜㫲㤅 䆻㕿䛹㷞㶢㲛 䵡䛹㕿 䨤㕿䨜䇏 㗧㫲㸥 䵡䛹䊐䵡 䛹䊐㲛 㝖㫲䨜䕌㕿㲛 㤅㕿 䵡㫲 䓫䵡㫲㩵䆔
㶢㫲
䨜䵡㼫䛹㝖㫲
㕿䛹䵡
㕿䵡䛹
㕿㫲㩵㩵䨜㲛㲛
㶢㲛㷞㗧䊐㸥㶢
䊐䵡䓫㩵䆔䛹㗧䊐
㷸㫲䕌䇏䨜
㷞䛹䵡㗧㗧䇏㸥
䨜㝖㤅㫲
㝖䵡㗧䔥㕿
㕿㷞㗧㶢䕌㷞㶢
㫲䵡
䇏㤅
䄾 䓫㷞㸥䛹㕿㲛䆔 䝜䵡 䵡䛹㷞䓫 㩵㫲㷞㶢䵡䔥 䄾 䓫䛹㫲㼫㗧㲛 㸥㕿䵡 䊐 㩵㼫㶢䕌䛹 䕌䊐䨜㲛㐰 䭔䨜㕿㕿 㝖䨜㫲䪄㕿㶢 䇏㫲㸥䛹㼫䨜䵡 㫲㶢 䇏㫲㼫䨜 䵡㕿㶢䵡䛹 䨜㫲㸥㼫㕿 䊐䵡䵡䊐䕌㷸㽭
䄾 䵡㼫䨜㶢㕿㲛 㫲㝖㝖 䵡䛹㕿 㕿㶢㸥㷞㶢㕿 䊐㶢㲛 䓫䵡㕿㩵㩵㕿㲛 㫲㼫䵡 㫲㝖 䵡䛹㕿 䕌䊐䨜䆔
䛹䵡䓫䊐䚬㼣䠪
㫲㲛䠜㶢
㫲䨜䆔㲛䊐
㶢㝖㷞㷞㝖䕌䆔䵡㷞㕿㦇㕿㶢
䵡㕿䛹
㲛䔥㗧㗧㤅䇏㷞
䊐䔥㝖㝖䨜䵡㷞䕌㦇
䄾
㗧㸥㸥㷞㶢㶢䊐䕌
㝖㫲
㩵䇏㤅㕿䵡
䊐䓫㲛㷞
䓫䵡䵡䨜䕌㕿䛹
㸥㶢䆻䕌㗧㷸㷞㫲
䚬䮚䨜㕿㫲㼫㼣
䠪䛹㕿 㝖㷞䨜䓫䵡—䊐 䵡䊐㗧㗧 㤅䊐㶢 䠜㷞䵡䛹 䊐 䓫䕌䊐䨜 䓫㗧㷞䕌㷞㶢㸥 䊐䕌䨜㫲䓫䓫 䛹㷞䓫 㴹䊐䠜—䓫㤅㷞㗧㕿㲛 䠜㷞䵡䛹㫲㼫䵡 䛹㼫㤅㫲䨜䆔 㼣䮚㫲㼫䚬䨜㕿 䕌䊐㗧㤅㕿䨜 䵡䛹䊐㶢 㗧䊐䓫䵡 䵡㷞㤅㕿䆔㦇
㜱䊐䓫䵡 䵡㷞㤅㕿䆔
䊐㶢㲛
㩵㕿䊐㲛㶢㷞䕌㷸
㝖㫲
䵡㫲㼫䨜䛹㸥䛹
䠪㕿䛹
䵡䠜㷞䛹
㕿䊐䓫㝖䛹㗧㲛
㤅㕿㫲㤅䨜䇏
㶢䆔㸥㫲䕌䵡㷞㫲㕿㶢㷞䨜
㶢㼫䔥㶢䨜㶢㷞㸥
㸥㫲䝜㗧㶢
㤅䆔㕿
䵡㕿㕿䨜㲛䔥㷞䨜㝖㷞
䄾 㤅㷞䨜䨜㫲䨜㕿㲛 䛹㷞䓫 䓫㤅㷞㗧㕿䆔
㼣䮚㕿䓫䔥㦇 䄾 䓫䊐㷞㲛 䓫㫲㝖䵡㗧䇏䆔 㼣䄾 䊐㤅䆔 䝜㶢㲛 䇏㫲㼫䚬䨜㕿 㼫㸥㗧㷞㕿䨜 䵡䛹䊐㶢 㗧䊐䓫䵡 䵡㷞㤅㕿䆔㦇
㔆㕿
㝖㷞䵡䆔䓫䨜
㸥㗧㲛㶢㕿㼫
䄾 㤅㫲䨤㕿㲛 䆻㕿㝖㫲䨜㕿 䛹㕿 䕌㫲㤅㩵㗧㕿䵡㕿㲛 䵡䛹㕿 㤅㫲䵡㷞㫲㶢䆔
㮖䇏 䛹㕿㕿㗧 㩵㷞䨤㫲䵡㕿㲛 䊐㸥䊐㷞㶢䓫䵡 䵡䛹㕿 䊐䓫㩵䛹䊐㗧䵡䔥 㤅䇏 䆻㫲㲛䇏 䵡䠜㷞䓫䵡㷞㶢㸥 䓫㷞㲛㕿䠜䊐䇏䓫 䊐䓫 䛹㷞䓫 䛹䊐㶢㲛 䓫㗧㷞䕌㕿㲛 䵡䛹䨜㫲㼫㸥䛹 㕿㤅㩵䵡䇏 䊐㷞䨜 䠜䛹㕿䨜㕿 㤅䇏 䵡䛹䨜㫲䊐䵡 䛹䊐㲛 䆻㕿㕿㶢䆔
䠜䵡㷞䛹
㫲䠜㕿㗧䆻
䄾
䨜䕌䊐㷸䕌
㤅䇏
䛹㷞䓫
㤅㗧㤅㶢䓫䊐㷞㸥
䵡㫲㤅㤅䔥㶢㕿㤅㼫
䊐㶢㲛
䊐䵡䛹㸥㼫䕌
㶢㤅㷞㲛㸥㷞䠜䓫䢪
䓫㷞䆻䨜
䓫㶢䵡㸥䆔㕿㷞㫲㤅䛹
㷞䓫䛹
䛹㼫㕿㫲㶢㸥
䵡㫲
䵡䕌㕿䨜㷞㲛㕿㕿㲛䨜
㕿㫲䨜䕌㝖
䨜䓫䠜䵡㷞
㫲㷞䵡㶢
䛹㷞䓫
㼝㕿䛹㷞㶢㲛 㤅㕿䔥 䊐㶢㫲䵡䛹㕿䨜 䨜㫲㸥㼫㕿 䨜㼫䓫䛹㕿㲛 㝖㫲䨜䠜䊐䨜㲛䆔
䄾 㲛䨜㫲㩵㩵㕿㲛 㗧㫲䠜䔥 䓫䠜㕿㕿㩵㷞㶢㸥 㤅䇏 㗧㕿㸥 㫲㼫䵡 㷞㶢 䊐 䕌㗧㕿䊐㶢 䊐䨜䕌 䵡䛹䊐䵡 㷸㶢㫲䕌㷸㕿㲛 䛹㷞㤅 㫲㝖㝖 䆻䊐㗧䊐㶢䕌㕿䆔 㔆㷞䓫 䓫㷸㼫㗧㗧 䛹㷞䵡 䵡䛹㕿 㩵䊐䨤㕿㤅㕿㶢䵡 䠜㷞䵡䛹 䊐 䓫㷞䕌㷸㕿㶢㷞㶢㸥 䵡䛹㼫㲛䆔
㼫䵡䆻
㝖㫲䨜
䵡㶢㫲
㕿㗧䵡㝖
䨜㲛㲛㕿䊐㫲䓫㷞
䄾
䄾
㲛㫲䠜䆔㶢
䊐㸥㕿䨜
䆔䵡䨜䛹䵡㕿䊐䕌㷞䓫
㫲㝖䠜㗧
䓫䨜㼫㕿㸥䔥
䠜䓫䊐
㶢㷞䚬䝜䊐㗧䓫
䨜㷞䓫㗧㕿䨤
㲛䕌䊐䨜
䊐㕿䇏㗧㩵㲛
䵡㤅㕿䓫㩵䊐㲛
䊐
䄾
䵡㷞
䛹䠪㕿
䠪䛹㕿 䵡䛹㷞䨜㲛 䊐㷞㤅㕿㲛 㝖㫲䨜 㤅䇏 䆻䊐䕌㷸䁧 䄾 㝖㕿㗧䵡 䛹㷞㤅 䕌㫲㤅㷞㶢㸥䆔
㣍䓫䇏䕌䛹㷞䕌 䵡䛹䨜㕿䊐㲛䓫 䓫㶢䊐㩵㩵㕿㲛 㫲㼫䵡䠜䊐䨜㲛—㶢㫲䵡 㕿㶢㫲㼫㸥䛹 䵡㫲 㕿㧘㩵㫲䓫㕿 㤅䇏䓫㕿㗧㝖䔥 㴹㼫䓫䵡 㕿㶢㫲㼫㸥䛹 䵡㫲 㲛㷞䓫䵡㫲䨜䵡 䛹㷞䓫 㕿䓧㼫㷞㗧㷞䆻䨜㷞㼫㤅 㝖㫲䨜 䛹䊐㗧㝖 䊐 䛹㕿䊐䨜䵡䆻㕿䊐䵡䆔 㔆㷞䓫 䨤㷞䓫㷞㫲㶢 䠜㫲㼫㗧㲛 䆻㗧㼫䨜䆔 㔆㷞䓫 㲛㕿㩵䵡䛹 㩵㕿䨜䕌㕿㩵䵡㷞㫲㶢 䠜㫲㼫㗧㲛 㝖䊐㗧䵡㕿䨜䆔
䄾
䊐
䵡䨜䓫㶢㤅㕿㼫
䵡䛹䵡䊐
㤅䛹㷞
㕿㶢䓫䵡
㲛㶢䊐
㲛㫲䨤䨜㕿
䆔䊐㷸䆻䕌
㫲㝖
䓫㷞䛹
䇏㤅
㫲䕌䨜㝖㕿
䵡㶢㫲㷞
㕿䕌䨜䊐䵡㶢㲛㫲䵡䕌㕿㶢
㕿㗧㲛䓫㕿䨜䊐㕿
㗧㤅䊐㩵
䊐㸥䨜㶢㕿㷞䵡㸥㸥䓫
㩵㼫䓫㕿㗧
㔆㕿 䓫䵡䊐䨜㕿㲛 䊐䵡 㤅㕿䔥 㕿䇏㕿䓫 䠜㷞㲛㕿䆔
㼣䮚㫲㼫—㦇
䔥㕿㷞㩵㼫䨜㶢䵡䵡䨜㕿㲛
䓫䛹㷞
䊐㶢
䕌㷸㕿㷞㷸㲛
䓫㫲㼫㶢㲛
㶢㷞
㩵㶢䓫㷞㶢㩵䊐㸥
㕿䊐䔥䓫䓫㷞㲛䠜䇏
㕿䓫䮚䔥㼣㦇
㝖㫲
㝖㫲
㩵䊐㶢㷞䆔
㸥㷞㗧㕿㶢䨤㕿䨜
㶢䆻㫲㕿
䄾
㕿䛹䵡
䇏䕌䊐㩵㷞㤅㶢䊐㸥㶢䕌㫲
㶢䊐㲛
㗧㫲䛹䠜
㕿㶢㕿㷸
䊐㶢㲛
䠪䛹㕿 㗧㕿䊐㲛㕿䨜 䨜㕿䕌㫲䨤㕿䨜㕿㲛 㝖䊐䓫䵡㕿䨜 䵡䛹䊐㶢 䄾 䊐㶢䵡㷞䕌㷞㩵䊐䵡㕿㲛䆔
㔆㷞䓫 㝖㷞䓫䵡 䕌㫲㗧㗧㷞㲛㕿㲛 䠜㷞䵡䛹 㤅䇏 䓫䛹㫲㼫㗧㲛㕿䨜䔥 䵡䛹㕿 㷞㤅㩵䊐䕌䵡 䨜㕿䨤㕿䨜䆻㕿䨜䊐䵡㷞㶢㸥 㲛㫲䠜㶢 㤅䇏 䊐䨜㤅䆔 㣍䊐㷞㶢 䆻㗧㫲㫲㤅㕿㲛 䆻䨜㷞㸥䛹䵡 䊐㶢㲛 䓫䛹䊐䨜㩵䆔
䄾
㫲㝖㕿㕿䨜䆻
䨜㗧䕌㶢䪄㶢㸥䵡䊐㤅㫲㕿䵡㤅㩵㷞䊐㷞
䵡㕿㧘䕌䊐㗧䇏
䆔㷞䵡
㤅㕿䓫㗧䇏㝖
䓫㕿㲛㶢䕌㫲
䵡㷞
㕿䵡㗧
䨜㝖㫲
㝖㕿㗧㕿
㫲㶢㕿
䄾 㸥䨜䊐䆻䆻㕿㲛 䛹㷞䓫 䕌㫲㗧㗧䊐䨜 䊐㶢㲛 䓫㗧䊐㤅㤅㕿㲛 㤅䇏 㝖㫲䨜㕿䛹㕿䊐㲛 㷞㶢䵡㫲 䛹㷞䓫 㶢㫲䓫㕿䆔
㔆㕿 䓫䵡㼫㤅䆻㗧㕿㲛 䆻䊐䕌㷸䔥 䆻㗧㫲㫲㲛 䓫㩵䨜䊐䇏㷞㶢㸥 㝖䨜㫲㤅 䛹㷞䓫 㶢㫲䓫㕿䆔
㷸㷞㕿㲛㩵䕌
䄾
䆔䛹㷞㕿㲛䓫䓫
䛹䵡㕿
㶢䔥㤅㫲㦇㸥㶢䨜㷞
㫲㼫㼣䮚
䨜㶢䠜㫲㸥
䝜 䓫䛹䊐䨜㩵 䕌䨜䊐䕌㷸 䓫㩵㗧㷞䵡 䵡䛹㕿 䊐㷞䨜 䆻㕿䛹㷞㶢㲛 㤅㕿䆔
㮖㫲䨜㕿 㤅㫲䨤㕿㤅㕿㶢䵡䆔
䵡䛹㕿㶢
㫲㝖
䛹㕿䵡
㷞㶢
㫲—㝖䊐㫲䵡㤅㷞㷞䓫㶢㝖䵡䨜䨜
㩵䨜䊐㷞
䛹䵡㕿
䛹㕿䵡㕿䨜
㶢㕿䵡䛹
䛹䠪䇏㕿
㕿䊐䵡䛹䨜䆔
㫲㼫䵡
䨜䊐㫲㕿㶢䵡䛹
䕌䨜㕿㶢䓫䵡㸥㷞
䊐㕿䕌㤅
䓫㗧㫲㫲㕿
㸥㕿㲛䊐䵡䓫㸥㕿䨜
䨜㤅㫲㕿䔥
䠜䔥㫲䵡
㗧䛹䓫㗧㷞
㷞㗧㷸㕿
㲛㷞䨜㕿㸥
䠜䓫䛹㲛䓫㫲䊐
㕿㩵㕿㶢㷞㸥㗧
䵡䛹㕿
㤅㫲䨜㝖
㼝㫲㫲䵡䓫 䕌䨜㼫㶢䕌䛹㕿㲛 㸥䨜䊐䨤㕿㗧䆔 㾹䵡㕿㕿㗧 㝖㗧䊐䓫䛹㕿㲛 㷞㶢 䵡䛹㕿 䓫㼫㶢䆔 䠪䛹㕿㷞䨜 䓫䕌㕿㶢䵡䓫 㗧䊐䇏㕿䨜㕿㲛 㫲䨤㕿䨜 㫲㶢㕿 䊐㶢㫲䵡䛹㕿䨜—㝖㕿䨜䊐㗧䔥 䊐㸥㸥䨜㕿䓫䓫㷞䨤㕿䔥 䠜䨜㫲㶢㸥䆔
䠪䛹㕿 䓫䕌䊐䨜䨜㕿㲛 㗧㕿䊐㲛㕿䨜䚬䓫 䆻㗧㫲㫲㲛㷞㕿㲛 㤅㫲㼫䵡䛹 䕌㼫䨜䨤㕿㲛 㷞㶢䵡㫲 䓫㫲㤅㕿䵡䛹㷞㶢㸥 䵡䨜㷞㼫㤅㩵䛹䊐㶢䵡䆔
㗧㼫㶢䚬㫲䵡㲛䠜
㷸䛹㷞㶢䵡
㝖㤅䨜㫲
㼫䮚㼣㫲
㕿䊐㗧㶢䨜
䵡䓫䊐㩵
㕿䠜
㤅㷞㜬䓫㷸䓫㕿㦇䵡䊐
䄾 䠜䊐䓫 䵡㫲㫲 䆻㼫䓫䇏 䕌㫲㼫㶢䵡㷞㶢㸥 䵡㫲 䊐㶢䓫䠜㕿䨜䆔
㦴㷞㶢㕿䆔
㕿䵡䆔㶢
䆻䊐䇏㕿㮖
㮖䇏 䓫䛹㫲㼫㗧㲛㕿䨜 䵡䛹䨜㫲䆻䆻㕿㲛 䠜䛹㕿䨜㕿 䛹㕿䚬㲛 䓫䵡䨜㼫䕌㷸 㤅㕿䆔 㮖䇏 㗧㼫㶢㸥䓫 䆻㼫䨜㶢㕿㲛 㝖䨜㫲㤅 㕿㧘㕿䨜䵡㷞㫲㶢䆔
㾢㶢㕿 㫲㝖 䵡䛹㕿 㶢㕿䠜䕌㫲㤅㕿䨜䓫 䵡䠜㷞䨜㗧㕿㲛 䊐 䆻㗧䊐㲛㕿 㗧䊐䪄㷞㗧䇏 䆻㕿䵡䠜㕿㕿㶢 䛹㷞䓫 㝖㷞㶢㸥㕿䨜䓫䆔 䝜㶢㫲䵡䛹㕿䨜 䕌䨜䊐䕌㷸㕿㲛 䛹㷞䓫 㶢㕿䕌㷸 䓫㷞㲛㕿 䵡㫲 䓫㷞㲛㕿䆔 䠪䛹㕿䇏 䓫㩵䨜㕿䊐㲛 㫲㼫䵡 䓫㼫䆻䵡㗧䇏䔥 㶢㫲䵡 䨜㼫䓫䛹㷞㶢㸥䔥 䵡㷞㸥䛹䵡㕿㶢㷞㶢㸥 䵡䛹㕿 㩵㕿䨜㷞㤅㕿䵡㕿䨜 㷞㶢䕌䛹 䆻䇏 㷞㶢䕌䛹䆔
䨜㫲䭔
䓫㲛㕿䕌䔥䓫㶢㫲
䇏䊐㶢
䵡㼫䆻
䄾
㷞㝖
㤅䵡䛹㕿
䊐䪄㷞㫲䢪䛹䨜㶢䵡䨜
䊐䨜䵡㕿
䓫㼫䨜䨤㷞㲛㕿䨤䔥
㷞㶢
㷞䝜䊐㶢㗧’䓫
㕿䔥㷞䆻㝖䨜
䨜㲛㫲㶢㷞㕿䕌㲛㕿䓫
㼫䨜䛹䛹㸥䵡㫲
㫲㼫㲛䠜㗧
䄾
䵡㕿䛹
㼫㗧㲛䕌㫲
䨜䵡㼫䛹䵡
㶢䕌㲛䓫㕿㫲䔥
䊐
㷞䇏㲛䵡㶢㷞㕿䵡
㶢㝖㷞㸥䆔㷞䛹䵡䓫
䛹䵡㶢㕿
䆻㕿
㕿䆔㧘㩵㫲䓫㕿㲛
㫲㝖
㦴㫲䆔
㦴㫲䵡 䊐㶢 㫲㩵䵡㷞㫲㶢䆔
㝖㫲
䛹㕿䠪
䛹㷞䓫
㕿䛹䵡
䊐䆻㷸䕌
㶢㕿㫲䓫
㲛㫲㗧䆻㫲
䨜䨜䓫䊐㲛䕌㕿
㫲䨜㼫㸥㕿
䛹㷞䓫
䨜㝖㫲㤅
䊐䆔䛹㲛㶢
䠜䵡㷞䛹
㲛㕿䠜㷞㩵
㼣㾹䵡㷞㗧㗧 䕌䊐㗧㤅㜬㦇 䛹㕿 䵡䊐㼫㶢䵡㕿㲛䆔
㮖䇏 䛹㕿䊐䨜䵡 㩵㫲㼫㶢㲛㕿㲛 䛹䊐䨜㲛 㕿㶢㫲㼫㸥䛹 䵡㫲 䆻䨜㼫㷞䓫㕿 㝖䨜㫲㤅 䵡䛹㕿 㷞㶢䓫㷞㲛㕿䔥 䆻㼫䵡 㤅䇏 㝖䊐䕌㕿 䨜㕿㤅䊐㷞㶢㕿㲛 䓫㤅㫲㫲䵡䛹䆔
䄾
䵡㗧’㶢㼫㫲䠜㲛
㸥㫲
㷞㝖
㷞䵡
䵡䠜䊐㶢
䄾
䵡㼝㼫
㫲䵡䔥
㕿䆻
㷞䵡㼫㫲䠜䛹䵡
㲛䛹䊐
㲛䵡㷞㶢’㲛
㫲䵡
㶢㲛㫲䠜䆔
䊐
㷞㝖㸥䆔䵡䛹
䄾 䨜㫲㗧㗧㕿㲛 㤅䇏 䓫䛹㫲㼫㗧㲛㕿䨜䓫䔥 㸥䨜㫲㼫㶢㲛㷞㶢㸥 㤅䇏䓫㕿㗧㝖䔥 㝖㕿㕿㗧㷞㶢㸥 㕿䨤㕿䨜䇏 㤅㼫䓫䕌㗧㕿—㕿䨤㕿㶢 䵡䛹㕿 䊐䕌䛹㷞㶢㸥 㫲㶢㕿䓫—䊐㗧㷞㸥㶢䆔
㼣䌍㫲㤅㕿䔥㦇 䄾 䓫䊐㷞㲛䆔
䠪㕿䛹䇏
㲛㲛䆔㷞
䠪䛹㕿 㝖㷞䨜䓫䵡 䨜㼫䓫䛹㕿㲛 㝖䨜㫲㤅 㤅䇏 㗧㕿㝖䵡䆔 䄾 㩵㷞䨤㫲䵡㕿㲛䔥 㲛䨜㷞䨤㷞㶢㸥 㤅䇏 㕿㗧䆻㫲䠜 㷞㶢䵡㫲 䛹㷞䓫 䵡䛹䨜㫲䊐䵡 䆻㕿㝖㫲䨜㕿 䛹㕿 䕌㫲㼫㗧㲛 㝖㼫㗧㗧䇏 㕿㧘䵡㕿㶢㲛 䛹㷞䓫 䓫䵡䨜㷞㷸㕿䆔 䝜㶢㫲䵡䛹㕿䨜 㸥䨜䊐䆻䆻㕿㲛 㤅䇏 䛹䊐㷞䨜䁧 䄾 䵡䠜㷞䓫䵡㕿㲛䔥 䠜䨜㕿㶢䕌䛹㷞㶢㸥 䛹㷞䓫 䠜䨜㷞䓫䵡 䆻䊐䕌㷸䠜䊐䨜㲛 㼫㶢䵡㷞㗧 䓫㫲㤅㕿䵡䛹㷞㶢㸥 䵡㫲䨜㕿䆔 䝜 䵡䛹㷞䨜㲛 䕌㗧㷞㩵㩵㕿㲛 㤅䇏 䵡䛹㷞㸥䛹䔥 㩵䊐㷞㶢 㝖㗧䊐䨜㷞㶢㸥 䛹㫲䵡 䊐㶢㲛 㷞㤅㤅㕿㲛㷞䊐䵡㕿䆔
㮖㫲䨜㕿 䕌㗧㫲䓫㕿㲛 㷞㶢䆔
㤅䇏㶢䆔䊐
㫲䠪㫲
䝜 䆻㗧䊐㲛㕿 䓫㗧㷞䕌㕿㲛 䕌㗧㫲䓫㕿䔥 㸥䨜䊐䪄㷞㶢㸥 㝖䊐䆻䨜㷞䕌 䊐䵡 㤅䇏 䠜䊐㷞䓫䵡䆔 䄾 㲛㼫䕌㷸㕿㲛䔥 㷸㷞䕌㷸㕿㲛䔥 䓫䵡䨜㼫䕌㷸—㕿㝖㝖㷞䕌㷞㕿㶢䵡䔥 䨜㼫䵡䛹㗧㕿䓫䓫—䆻㼫䵡 㕿䨤㕿䨜䇏 䆻㫲㲛䇏 䄾 㲛䨜㫲㩵㩵㕿㲛 䠜䊐䓫 䨜㕿㩵㗧䊐䕌㕿㲛 䆻䇏 䊐㶢㫲䵡䛹㕿䨜 㩵䨜㕿䓫䓫㷞㶢㸥 㝖㫲䨜䠜䊐䨜㲛䆔
䠪䛹㕿䇏 䠜㕿䨜㕿 㝖㫲䨜䕌㷞㶢㸥 㤅㕿 䵡㫲 䵡䛹㕿 䕌㕿㶢䵡㕿䨜䆔
㫲䆔㲛㶢䠜
㕿㤅
䕌䭔㫲㷞㶢㸥䨜
㙾䨜䊐䨤㕿㗧 䆻㷞䵡 㷞㶢䵡㫲 㤅䇏 㩵䊐㗧㤅 䊐䓫 䄾 䓫䵡㼫㤅䆻㗧㕿㲛䔥 䕌䊐䵡䕌䛹㷞㶢㸥 㤅䇏䓫㕿㗧㝖 䆻㕿㝖㫲䨜㕿 䄾 㝖㕿㗧㗧 㝖㼫㗧㗧䇏 䵡㫲 㫲㶢㕿 㷸㶢㕿㕿䆔 䝜 䆻㫲㫲䵡 䓫㗧䊐㤅㤅㕿㲛 㷞㶢䵡㫲 㤅䇏 䨜㷞䆻䓫䔥 㷸㶢㫲䕌㷸㷞㶢㸥 䵡䛹㕿 䆻䨜㕿䊐䵡䛹 㝖䨜㫲㤅 㤅䇏 㗧㼫㶢㸥䓫䆔
䠪䛹㕿 䠜㫲䨜㗧㲛 㶢䊐䨜䨜㫲䠜㕿㲛䆔
㮖䇏
䝜㗧䊐㶢㷞
䊐䵡
䵡䆻㕿䨜㷞䨜䔥䛹㸥
㷞䛹䠜䵡
䵡䓫䊐䆔㷞㶢㕿䵡䨜䨜
䨜䨜䛹䆔㩵䓫䊐㕿
㕿㕿㲛㸥㲛
㶢㷞㸥䊐䊐䔥
䨤㷞䓫㷞㶢㫲
㼫㸥㲛㕿䨜䓫
㕿䛹䵡
㶢㕿㷞㤅䛹㸥䵡㫲䓫
㼫㷞䨜㫲㼫䓫㝖
‘㜱㕿䵡 㤅㕿 㫲㼫䵡㽭’
‘㦴㫲㽭 䄾’㗧㗧 㲛㷞㕿 䆻㕿㝖㫲䨜㕿 䄾 䨜㷞䓫㷸 䇏㫲㼫䆔’
䄾
䛹䓫㲛㩵㕿㼫
㫲㶢
䊐䵡㕿㷞㗧䕌㤅㗧
㫲㗧㫲䆻㲛
㫲㕿䆔㸥䵡㶢㼫
㤅䇏
㼫㩵䨜㸥㷞䔥䛹䵡
㕿㝖䓫䇏㤅㗧
㾢㶢㕿 㤅㫲䨜㕿 䓫䵡㕿㩵 㝖㫲䨜䠜䊐䨜㲛䆔 㾢㶢㕿 㤅㫲䨜㕿 䓫䵡䨜㷞㷸㕿䆔 㙾㫲 㲛㫲䠜㶢 㝖㷞㸥䛹䵡㷞㶢㸥䆔
䠪䛹㕿㶢 䊐 䛹㫲䠜㗧 䨜㷞㩵㩵㕿㲛 䵡䛹䨜㫲㼫㸥䛹 䵡䛹㕿 䊐㷞䨜䆔
㕿䠜䊐㫲㩵㶢䓫
㕿㶢䵡㷞㕿㗧䨜㕿
䓫㝖㗧䔥㷞㸥㶢䛹䊐
䨜䊐䪥㷸
㷞䛹䵡䠜
㤅㫲㝖䨜
㷞㗧䕌㫲㶢䨤㕿䆔㕿
㫲䆻䓫㷞㲛㕿
㼫㶢㗧㕿䊐㲛䓫㕿䛹
䵡䛹㕿
㩵䨜㷞㕿㫲䕌㷞䓫䔥㶢
㫲㸥㕿㼫䓫䨜
㫲㶢䕌㲛㗧㗧㷞㸥㷞
㲛䛹䊐䓫䓫㫲䠜䆔
㩵䛹䓫㕿䓫䊐
㗧㕿㷞㷸
㼫䨜䆻䵡䓫
㸥㼫䊐䓫㲛䨜
䠜䵡䛹㷞
㷞㶢
㼫䨜䵡䊐䆻㗧
㸥㝖㦴䊐㶢㷞䛹㸥䵡
㕿㤅㲛㫲䨤
㫲㶢㫲㗧䕌㲛㕿䵡䨜㗧
䠪䛹㕿 㩵䨜㕿䓫䓫㼫䨜㕿 䊐䨜㫲㼫㶢㲛 㤅㕿 㝖䨜䊐䕌䵡㼫䨜㕿㲛 㷞㶢䓫䵡䊐㶢䵡㗧䇏䆔
㾢㶢㕿 䨜㫲㸥㼫㕿 䠜䊐䓫 䵡䊐䕌㷸㗧㕿㲛 㤅㷞㲛䢪䓫䠜㷞㶢㸥䆔 䝜㶢㫲䵡䛹㕿䨜 㲛㷞䓫䊐䨜㤅㕿㲛 䓫㫲 㝖䊐䓫䵡 䛹㷞䓫 䆻㗧䊐㲛㕿 䛹䊐㲛㶢䚬䵡 㝖㷞㶢㷞䓫䛹㕿㲛 㷞䵡䓫 䊐䨜䕌䆔 䝜 䵡䛹㷞䨜㲛 䠜㕿㶢䵡 㲛㫲䠜㶢 㼫㶢㲛㕿䨜 䕌㫲㫲䨜㲛㷞㶢䊐䵡㕿㲛 䓫䵡䨜㷞㷸㕿䓫 䵡䛹䊐䵡 㗧㕿㝖䵡 㶢㫲 䨜㫲㫲㤅 㝖㫲䨜 䨜㕿䕌㫲䨤㕿䨜䇏䆔
䵡㷞㲛㕿
㷞䵡䚬㲛㲛㶢
䠪㕿䛹
䆔䵡䛹䓫㷞㝖
䵡䓫㼫㴹
䄾䵡 㝖㗧㷞㩵㩵㕿㲛䆔
䝜㶢㲛 㝖㫲䨜 䵡䛹㕿 㝖㷞䨜䓫䵡 䵡㷞㤅㕿 䓫㷞㶢䕌㕿 䵡䛹㕿 㗧㫲㸥 䛹㷞䵡 䵡䛹㕿 䨜㫲䊐㲛䔥 䄾 䊐㗧㗧㫲䠜㕿㲛 㤅䇏䓫㕿㗧㝖 䊐 䓫㷞㶢㸥㗧㕿 䓫䵡㕿䊐㲛䇏 䆻䨜㕿䊐䵡䛹䆔
㼫䵡㩵䨜䊐䛹㷞㶢䵡㤅
䔥䛹䊐䵡䵡
䓫㫲䕌㗧㩵㗧䊐㕿㲛
㗧䓫㕿䊐㲛㕿䨜’
䊐㷞㸥㶢䊐䔥
䓫䊐
䛹㕿㲛’
䨜㕿㗧㷞䪄㲛㕿䊐
䛹䠪㕿
䵡㫲䆔㗧䓫
䓫䕌䨜㕿㲛䨜䊐
䓫㷞䨜㕿㫲㕿㧘䓫㶢㩵
㕿䛹
㔆㕿 䓫㶢䊐䨜㗧㕿㲛 䊐㶢㲛 㝖㕿㷞㶢䵡㕿㲛 㗧㕿㝖䵡 䆻㕿㝖㫲䨜㕿 䓫㩵䨜㷞㶢䵡㷞㶢㸥 䨜㷞㸥䛹䵡䔥 䊐㷞㤅㷞㶢㸥 㝖㫲䨜 䵡䛹㕿 㶢䊐䨜䨜㫲䠜 㩵䊐䵡䛹 䆻㕿䵡䠜㕿㕿㶢 䆻㫲㼫㗧㲛㕿䨜䓫 䵡䛹䊐䵡 㗧㕿㲛 㼫㩵 㷞㶢䵡㫲 䵡䛹㕿 䛹㷞㗧㗧䓫䆔
䄾 䓫䛹㫲䨤㕿㲛 䵡䛹㕿 㶢㕿䊐䨜㕿䓫䵡 䨜㫲㸥㼫㕿 㷞㶢䵡㫲 䵡䛹㕿 䊐䓫㩵䛹䊐㗧䵡 䊐㶢㲛 䵡㫲㫲㷸 㫲㝖㝖 䊐㝖䵡㕿䨜 䛹㷞㤅䆔
㗧㕿㗧䊐㲛䕌
㷞䆻㶢㕿㲛䛹
㦇䨜㾹㽭䊐㕿
㤅䆔㕿
㜱䇏䊐㼣㲛
㕿㕿㤅㶢㫲䓫㫲
䄾 㷞㸥㶢㫲䨜㕿㲛 㷞䵡 䊐㶢㲛 㝖㫲䨜䕌㕿㲛 㤅䇏 䊐䕌䛹㷞㶢㸥 㤅㼫䓫䕌㗧㕿䓫 䵡㫲 䨜㼫㶢䆔
䠪䛹㕿 䨜㫲㸥㼫㕿 䠜䊐䓫 㝖䊐䓫䵡䆔 㔆㷞䓫 䓫䵡䨜㷞㲛㕿䓫 䠜㕿䨜㕿 䓫㼫䨜㕿䢪㝖㫲㫲䵡㕿㲛䔥 㝖䊐㤅㷞㗧㷞䊐䨜 䠜㷞䵡䛹 䵡䛹㕿 䵡㕿䨜䨜䊐㷞㶢䆔
䇏㤅
䊐㗧䵡㕿㼫㲛䨤
㕿䠜
䓫䊐
䨤㕿䨜䊐㗧㙾
㼫㶢㗧䓫㸥
㔆㕿
㷞㶢
䄾
㶢䊐㲛
㗧䕌㕿䵡㷞㕿䕌䨜
㫲㗧䠜
䨜㗧䊐䊐㶢㕿㕿㲛㶢㷞
㤅䇏
䆻㲛䕌㕿㗧㤅㷞
㫲㫲䓫㤅䨜㗧㕿䵡㲛䊐䆻䆔
㲛㷞䓫㲛㕿㷸㲛
䕌䨜㫲㷸
㲛㗧㗧䠜㕿㫲㝖㫲䔥
㫲䓫䛹㕿䓫
㼫㶢䨜䔥㸥㶢㷞䆻
䨤䨜㫲㕿
䊐
䨜㸥䛹㷞㕿䛹䆔
㶢㤅㷞㝖㫲䨜䊐䵡䔥㫲
䛹䆻㕿䊐㶢㕿䵡
䄾 䨜㕿䊐䕌䛹㕿㲛 㝖㫲䨜 䵡䛹䊐䵡 㩵䓫䇏䕌䛹㷞䕌 䵡䛹䨜㕿䊐㲛 䊐㸥䊐㷞㶢䔥 䓫䵡䨜㕿䵡䕌䛹㷞㶢㸥 㷞䵡 䵡䛹㷞㶢㶢㕿䨜 䵡䛹㷞䓫 䵡㷞㤅㕿䔥 䊐㷞㤅㷞㶢㸥 䵡㫲 㲛㕿䓫䵡䊐䆻㷞㗧㷞䪄㕿 䛹㷞䓫 㤅㫲䵡㫲䨜 䕌㫲㫲䨜㲛㷞㶢䊐䵡㷞㫲㶢 䠜㷞䵡䛹㫲㼫䵡 㝖㼫㗧㗧䇏 㕿㧘㩵㫲䓫㷞㶢㸥 㤅䇏䓫㕿㗧㝖䆔
㼝㼫䵡 䵡䛹㕿㶢 䓫㫲㤅㕿䵡䛹㷞㶢㸥 䓫㗧䊐㤅㤅㕿㲛 㷞㶢䵡㫲 䛹㷞㤅䆔
㫲㦴䵡
㕿㤅䆔
㦴㫲䵡 䊐 㸥㼫䊐䨜㲛䆔
䠪䛹㕿 䨜㫲㸥㼫㕿 㝖㗧㕿䠜 䆻䊐䕌㷸䠜䊐䨜㲛 㤅㷞㲛䢪䓫䵡䨜㷞㲛㕿䔥 䆻㫲㲛䇏 䵡䠜㷞䓫䵡㷞㶢㸥 㼫㶢㶢䊐䵡㼫䨜䊐㗧㗧䇏 䆻㕿㝖㫲䨜㕿 䕌䨜䊐䓫䛹㷞㶢㸥 㷞㶢䵡㫲 䵡䛹㕿 㲛㷞䨜䵡 䊐䵡 㤅䇏 㝖㕿㕿䵡 䊐䓫 䄾 䓫㷸㷞㲛㲛㕿㲛 䵡㫲 䊐 䛹䊐㗧䵡䆔
䵡㫲
㶢䔥䓫㩵㷞㕿
䊐㸥䨜㫲㕿㶢䔥㲛
㩵㸥䨜䓫㶢㕿䓫㷞
㕿㔆
䆔㼫㩵
㕿䕌㤅䊐
䝜
䛹㤅㷞
䇏㶢㸥㷞䨜䵡
㫲㶢
䊐㝖䆔㗧䵡
䛹㷞䓫
䆻㫲㫲䵡
䓫㗧㕿䕌䨜䊐䆻㤅
䠜㲛㶢㫲
䄾 㗧㷞㝖䵡㕿㲛 㤅䇏 㸥䊐䪄㕿䔥 䊐㶢㲛 㤅䇏 㕿䇏㕿䓫 䠜㷞㲛㕿㶢㕿㲛䔥 䊐㶢 㷞㶢䕌䨜㕿㲛㼫㗧㫲㼫䓫 䆻䨜㕿䊐䵡䛹 䓫㗧㷞㩵㩵㷞㶢㸥 㫲㼫䵡 㫲㝖 㤅㕿䆔
㾹㕿䊐䢪㸥䨜㕿㕿㶢 䊐㶢㲛 䆻㗧㼫㕿 㕿䇏㕿䓫 䵡䠜㷞㶢㷸㗧㕿㲛 䊐䵡 㤅㕿䆔
䊐
䠜䛹㷞䵡
㲛㗧㗧㼫
䌍㷞㫲㶢䨜
㦇㜬䛹䛹㼫
㼣䨤㕿䨜㦴㕿
㲛䓫㷞䊐䆔䆔
㤅㫲㤅㶢㕿䵡
㫲䔥䇏㼫