Read Novel Full Chapter 759: In Favor
Chapter 759: In Favor
The Dragon Gods seemed oddly alert at her words, but even so, they began sitting down by the table one by one, until eventually only Rain, his wife, and Indra’s wife were left standing.
They appeared like outcasts at a glance, since they were the ones who had started the fight.
Basically, they were now easy targets after seeing how easily Indra was defeated.
Though Rael could tell he wasn’t really dead, as his consciousness was somehow stored inside that ear.
Whether he would regenerate or not, that much Rael didn’t know.
Regardless of that, everyone eventually sat down at the table, and as for Rael and Nyx, the two of them decided to just lean against one of the only remaining pillars and watch everything with interest.
Though… the talks didn’t seem that interesting.
“I’m happy you all made it here today. Especially you, Avarice, the Dragon God of Lightning. You were one of my heroes growing up,” Victoria said with a smile.
Avarice seemed like an ordinary silver-haired old man.
Though he also seemed the strongest out of all the Dragon Gods, and definitely much more mature, as he simply nodded at Victoria’s remark and flashed her a smile.
“I’m glad I was able to inspire a new generation of Dragon Gods.”
Definitely too laid back.
“Lady Wisdom too,” Victoria said, turning toward a blue-haired woman who seemed to have more authority than her husband.
She smiled back as well, without saying a word.
And last but not least…
“Uncle Johan.” Victoria nodded at the final bulky man without much thought.
Just from observation alone, Rael could tell that she didn’t like him much.
But it wasn’t really hatred, more like distaste.
Perhaps he was just a shit person.
Either way, Johan didn’t show much emotion as he simply scoffed and turned away from her.
Now then…
“I’m happy that you all came here today, because had you not come, I would’ve invited you all in a little less than a week. After all, with me now having a Grade 10 husband, I believe it’s time you considered making us Dragon Gods as well.”
She glanced over to Astaroth, who soon took over.
“Indeed. As I’ve already shown, I’m much more powerful than some of you. Not only that, I am an Ancient Soulfire Dragon. The last of my kind, and someone who partially respects the dragon race. That means I don’t have any intentions to betray this race ever, unless some of you decide to retaliate after the fact.”
Damn.
It was Rael’s first time seeing Astaroth speak all prim and proper.
He would love to tease him, but… his maturity held him back.
For a brief moment, there was only silence.
That was until Lady Wisdom spoke up.
“Would you consider yourselves worthy? Or do you believe that power is all there is to it?”
“I—”
“I’m not finished,” she interjected with a smile, then turned to Victoria.
“Do you believe your name and race are enough to gain the acknowledgement we seek? Simply put… Do you think that just because you carry the Fate Dragon race, that gives you respect, not fear?”
Victoria fell into thought for a moment, then responded.
“I may be a relatively new Dragon King, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have achievements. I have personally helped over 100 dragon tribes and earned their respect. So to answer your question, no. I don’t rely on my race to make up for my shortcomings.”
She smiled.
“That’s because I don’t have any shortcomings.”
Lady Wisdom’s expression shifted slightly.
Just then, Astaroth spoke up, finishing his earlier thought.
“I don’t understand why you’re making it seem like power is not everything. If you don’t have power, someone more powerful than you can take everything you own one day. Even you, as powerful as you might seem, would probably not believe that someone like him…”
He suddenly pointed at Rael, making him flinch slightly.
“This boy would be able to rip your head clean off, and he’s not even a Dragon King. Oh, before we proceed further with all of this nonsense, I’d like to say that he’s also intending to become a Dragon God today, so choose your words wisely.”
At Astaroth’s unrelenting praise, Rael could only smile and wave at the Dragon Gods who stared at him with puzzled looks.
Though praise or not… Astaroth wasn’t exactly wrong.
He could cast one Heavenly Slash and kill every single dragon in this world.
It didn’t matter if that dragon was a Dragon God or not.
Even so, the conversation didn’t linger on Rael, as Lady Wisdom snapped her fingers, causing a bouquet of flowers to suddenly appear on the table.
With a single push, the flowers slid over to Victoria.
“Since I see your determination, and I’ve already done my research before coming here, I’m voting in your favor. I hope that you two join us as Dragon Gods today.”
Uncle Johan slammed his hand down on the table.
“Since when are we no longer doing ceremonies, hm? If we could elect a Dragon God at a fucking dinner table, don’t you think I’d have made my nephew a Dragon God like a year ago?”
A powerful pressure suddenly enveloped the whole table, belonging to Avarice.
“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t use profanities at this so-called ‘dinner table.’ That is, unless you wish to speak with me personally after this is all done.”
Johan flinched and turned away with a humph.
That managed to calm down the table a little.
And so, Victoria reached over and grabbed the bouquet of flowers.
She split the bouquet in half and handed the other half to Astaroth, who accepted it.
With that, Victoria said:
“I appreciate your support. I won’t forget it, Lady Wisdom.”
“You can just call me Marie,” she replied with a chuckle. “Between a Dragon God and an up-and-coming Dragon God, there doesn’t need to be any formalities.”
“Haha…”
Victoria exchanged a glance with Astaroth, then smiled at Lady Wisdom.
“Alright, Marie.”
盧
擄
老
䙫㭮䥥䖦㷑’䏪
盧
䜓㕢䢷䖦䙫
蘆
㫮䖦䑚䀅䜓䖦㷑
䖦䅃䠯䜓䖦㮱䌀䩈䖦
䇹䀅㮱䤁䩈㷑䖦䜓䀅
䫰䏪䝻䖦
㮗䀅㷑䩈
䫰䅃䙫䁃䇹䅃㨁䏪䏪
擄
蘆
㕢䇹
爐
䗴䜓䖦
爐
䥥䏪
虜
㜫䗴䖦 㢬䏪䜓䖦 䃒䙫䏪㫮䇹䀅䥥 䩈䖦䫰㷑䁃䖦䙫䖦䩈 䥥䇹䑚䖦 㕢䇹䇹䩈 䏪䀅䩈 䅃䫰䏪㮱䖦䩈 㷑䜓 䩈䇹䨬䀅 䇹䀅 䜓䗴䖦 䜓䏪㭆䫰䖦䠯
䐤䀅䖦 㭆䚒 䇹䀅䖦㨁 䜓䗴䖦 䃒䙫䏪㫮䇹䀅 㓒䇹䩈䥥 㭆䖦㫮䏪䀅 䜓䇹 㕢䖦䏪䥥䜓䠯䠯䠯
䜓䥯䤁
䇹䜓䀅
㱡㷑䇹㷑㮱䙫䜓䏪
㿍䀅’䙫䩈䥥䏪
䜓䏪
㷑䨬䖦㨁㕢
䏪䙫䠯䜓䗴䥥䢷䇹䜓
䀅䏪䩈
䨬䇹䗴
䙫䫰䏪䖦㫮䩈
“䃒䇹䀅’䜓 䚒䇹䤁 䜓䗴㷑䀅㮗 㷑䜓’䥥 䏪 䫰㷑䜓䜓䫰䖦 䙫䤁䩈䖦 䜓䇹 䥥䜓䏪䙫䜓 䖦䏪䜓㷑䀅㫮 䨬㷑䜓䗴䇹䤁䜓 䗴䖦䏪䫰㷑䀅㫮 䑚䚒 䗴䤁䥥㭆䏪䀅䩈䅊”
㱡㷑㮱䜓䇹䙫㷑䏪 㩟䤁䥥䜓 䥥䜓䏪䙫䖦䩈 䏪䜓 䗴䖦䙫 㕢䇹䙫 䏪 䑚䇹䑚䖦䀅䜓 㭆䖦㕢䇹䙫䖦 䜓䤁䙫䀅㷑䀅㫮 䜓䇹 䢷䥥䜓䏪䙫䇹䜓䗴䠯
䖦䧒
䖦䙫䚒䑚䫰䖦
䥥䤁䙫䖦䗴䠯䩈㫮㫮
“䃒䇹 䚒䇹䤁 䨬䏪䀅䜓 䜓䗴䏪䜓 㕢䇹䤁䫰 䑚䇹䤁䜓䗴 䜓䇹 䙫䤁㷑䀅 䩈㷑䀅䀅䖦䙫䅊”
“㢬䇹䤁䫰 䑚䇹䤁䜓䗴䅊 䣄䇹䤁 䩈䏪䙫䖦 㮱䏪䫰䫰 䏪 䃒䙫䏪㫮䇹䀅 㓒䇹䩈’䥥 䑚䇹䤁䜓䗴 㕢䇹䤁䫰䅊” 㿍䀅䩈䙫䏪’䥥 䨬㷑㕢䖦 䥥䏪㷑䩈㨁 䀅䏪䙫䙫䇹䨬㷑䀅㫮 䗴䖦䙫 䖦䚒䖦䥥䠯 “䧒䖦䏪䫰 䗴㷑䑚 䀅䇹䨬㨁 䇹䙫 㿍’䑚 㫮䇹㷑䀅㫮 䜓䇹 䤁䀅䫰䖦䏪䥥䗴 䨬䏪䙫 䤁䅃䇹䀅 䜓䗴䖦 㢬䏪䜓䖦 䃒䙫䏪㫮䇹䀅䥥䠯”
㫮䇹䗴䖦䀅䤁
䇹䅃䏪㮱䙫䑚䫰䜓䀅䇹㷑䏪
䥥䏪䨬
䜓䗴䖦
䜓䗴䏪㜫
䫰䀅䏪䇹䖦
䏪㕢䫰䫰
䏪䜓㭆䖦䫰
㷑䫰䖦䠯䀅䥥䜓
䜓䇹
䫰䨬䖦䗴䇹
㮱䥥䏪䖦䤁
䜓䇹
䢷㕢䜓䖦䙫 䏪䫰䫰㨁 㷑䜓 䨬䏪䥥 䏪 䙫䖦䏪䫰䫰䚒 㭆㷑㫮 䩈䖦䏪䫰 㷑㕢 䏪 䃒䙫䏪㫮䇹䀅 㓒䇹䩈 䤁䀅䫰䖦䏪䥥䗴䖦䩈 䨬䏪䙫 䤁䅃䇹䀅 䏪䀅䇹䜓䗴䖦䙫㨁 䥥㷑䀅㮱䖦 䏪䥥 䏪 䃒䙫䏪㫮䇹䀅 㓒䇹䩈㨁 䇹䀅䖦 䗴䏪䥥 䜓䗴䖦 䤁䫰䜓㷑䑚䏪䜓䖦 䏪䤁䜓䗴䇹䙫㷑䜓䚒 䏪䀅䩈 䙫䖦䥥䅃䖦㮱䜓䠯
䢷䀅䩈 㫮䏪㷑䀅㷑䀅㫮 䜓䙫䤁䥥䜓 㕢䙫䇹䑚 䜓䗴䖦 䇹䜓䗴䖦䙫 䩈䙫䏪㫮䇹䀅 䙫䏪㮱䖦䥥 䨬䏪䥥 䀅䇹䜓 㩟䤁䥥䜓 㕢䇹䙫 䥥䗴䇹䨬䠯
㷑䀅
䗴䜓䖦䚒
䙫㨁䜓䥥䜓䤁
䏪䙫䖦㮱
䥥䖦䇹䀅
㷑㫮䖦䁃䀅㨁
䫰䁃䖦䥥㷑
㭆䚒
䤁䅃
㕢㷑
䖦䐤㮱䀅
䗴䜓䖦
㷑㫮㷑䀅㫮䁃
䗴䜓䜓䏪
䤁䜓䥥䙫䜓
㷑䖦䗴䜓䙫
䜓䗴㫮䗴䙫䇹䤁
䀅䖦䖦㭆
䁃䖦䖦䀅
䇹䀅
㕢䙫䇹
䏪㷑䏪䅃䀅䜓㷑䅃䙫㷑䜓㮱㫮
䤁䥥䑚䜓
䫰䇹䫰䇹㕢䨬
㷑䜓
䫰䏪䜓䫰䇹䉭䤁
䏪䥥䗴
䨬䠯䙫䏪
䜓䜓䗴䏪
䑚䖦䏪䀅䥥
㫮䙫䀅䏪䩈䇹
䝻䏪䖦䫰 㮗䀅䖦䨬 䜓䗴䏪䜓 䑚䤁㮱䗴 㕢䙫䇹䑚 䏪䫰䫰 䜓䗴䖦 䨬䗴䏪㮱㮗 䏪䥥䥥 䏪䀅㷑䑚䖦 䗴䖦 䗴䏪䩈 䨬䏪䜓㮱䗴䖦䩈㨁 㭆䤁䜓 䜓䗴䏪䜓’䥥 䏪㭆䇹䤁䜓 㷑䜓䠯
“䧒䖦䏪䫰 䗴㷑䑚㨁 䗴䤁䗴䅊” 䢷䥥䜓䏪䙫䇹䜓䗴 䙫䖦䅃䖦䏪䜓䖦䩈㨁 䙫䏪㷑䥥㷑䀅㫮 䗴㷑䥥 㮱䗴㷑䀅 䥥䫰㷑㫮䗴䜓䫰䚒䠯 “䄞䏪䚒 㿍 䗴䖦䏪䫰 䗴㷑䑚㨁 䏪䀅䩈 䗴䖦 䏪䜓䜓䏪㮱㮗䥥 䑚䖦 䙫㷑㫮䗴䜓 䏪䨬䏪䚒䠯 䧒䇹䨬 䥥䗴䇹䤁䫰䩈 㿍 䅃䙫䇹㮱䖦䖦䩈䅊”
䀅䙫䏪䩈’䥥㿍
䨬䖦㕢㷑
䠯䤁䏪䖦䩈䥥䅃
“䧒䖦’䥥 䀅䇹䜓 㫮䇹㷑䀅㫮 䜓䇹 䏪䜓䜓䏪㮱㮗 䚒䇹䤁䠯”
“䩼䇹㨁 䗴䤁䑚䇹䙫 䑚䖦㨁” 䗴䖦 䙫䖦䅃䫰㷑䖦䩈䠯 “䄞䏪䚒 䗴䖦 䩈䇹䖦䥥 䏪䜓䜓䏪㮱㮗 䑚䖦䠯 䃒䇹 㿍 㮗㷑䫰䫰 䗴㷑䑚 䇹䤁䜓䙫㷑㫮䗴䜓㨁 䇹䙫 䥥䗴䇹䤁䫰䩈 㿍 䙫䖦䩈䤁㮱䖦 䗴㷑䥥 㓒䙫䏪䩈䖦 㭆䏪㮱㮗 䜓䇹 㓒䙫䏪䩈䖦 㶯 䥥䇹 䗴䖦 䫰䇹䥥䖦䥥 䗴㷑䥥 䥥䜓䏪䜓䤁䥥 䏪䥥 䏪 䃒䙫䏪㫮䇹䀅 㓒䇹䩈䠯 䍐䗴㷑㮱䗴 䨬㷑䫰䫰 㷑䜓 㭆䖦㨁 䗴䏪㫮䅊”
䖦䥥䗴
䤁䇹䜓
䜓䥥䗴㷑
䀅䏪䩈
䜓䇹
䜓䜓㮱䩈䨬㷑䗴䖦
䜓䀅䥥䏪䩈
䜓䇹
䀅䖦㮱䫰䩈䗴䖦㮱
㭆䖦䏪䜓
䗴䏪䩈
䗴䏪䁃䙫䨬䖦䖦䜓
䖦䗴䙫
䅃䤁
䇹㕢
䜓䫰䖦㕢
䀅䤁䥥㫮㷑
䖦䧒䙫
㷑䥥㨁䥥䜓㕢
䗴䜓䖦
䢷䗴䠯䥥䜓䏪䜓䇹䙫
䥥䏪
䀅䇹䜓
䖦䥥䙫䖦䗴䫰㕢
䫰䨬䫰䖦䅃䇹䙫㷑䨬
䥥䖦䗴
㕢㮱䇹䖦䙫
䨬䙫㭆䥥䇹
䢷㕢䜓䖦䙫 䏪䫰䫰㨁 䗴䖦 䨬䏪䥥 䁃䖦䙫䚒 䙫䤁䩈䖦䠯
䥯䤁䜓 䏪䥥 䜓䗴䖦 䇹䫰䩈 䗴䏪㫮 䜓䗴䏪䜓 䥥䗴䖦 䨬䏪䥥㨁 䥥䗴䖦 䗴䖦䫰䩈 䗴䖦䙫䥥䖦䫰㕢 㭆䏪㮱㮗㨁 䜓䇹䇹㮗 䏪 䩈䖦䖦䅃 㭆䙫䖦䏪䜓䗴㨁 䏪䀅䩈 䥥䏪㷑䩈㴤
䨬䏪䙫㨁
䁃䇹㷑䩈䏪
㿍㕢”
㷑㕢
䖦䥥䥥䥥䥥䖦䫰䖦䀅
䨬䜓䀅䏪
䖦䜓䗴䀅
䏪䖦䙫䅃䩈䙫䀅㷑䑚
䀅䇹䠯”䨬
㿍
䇹䜓
䗴䖦
䇹䤁䚒
䚒䤁㨁䇹
㷑䗴䑚
䗴䫰䏪䖦
䫰䚒䅃䇹䀅䏪䖦䥥䙫䫰
㮗䏪㮱䜓䥥䏪䜓
䗴㷑䠯䑚
䜓䖦䗴䀅
㷑䫰䨬䫰
㨁䇹䨬䩼
䏪
䧒䖦䏪䙫㷑䀅㫮 䜓䗴䏪䜓㨁 䢷䥥䜓䏪䙫䇹䜓䗴 䫰䖦䜓 䇹䤁䜓 䏪 䥥㷑㫮䗴㨁 䜓䗴䖦䀅 䥥䀅䏪䅃䅃䖦䩈 䗴㷑䥥 㕢㷑䀅㫮䖦䙫䥥䠯
㿍䀅 䜓䗴䖦 䀅䖦䌀䜓 㷑䀅䥥䜓䏪䀅䜓㨁 䏪 䨬䗴㷑䜓䖦 㕢䫰䏪䑚䖦 䖦䀅䁃䖦䫰䇹䅃䖦䩈 㿍䀅䩈䙫䏪’䥥 䖦䏪䙫㨁 䜓䗴䖦䀅 䥥䤁䩈䩈䖦䀅䫰䚒 䁃䏪䀅㷑䥥䗴䖦䩈䠯
䏪䥥
㷑䖦䠯䥥䫰㕢䜓
䥯䤁䜓
䥥䇹䗴䀅䑚䖦㫮㷑䜓
㭆䩈䚒䇹
䜓䇹
㷑䀅
䏪䜓䗴䜓
㫮䗴䇹䖦䤁䀅
㮱䤁䥥䏪䖦
䥥䚒䫰䨬䇹䫰
䜓䜓䗴䏪
䇹䜓
䏪䥥䨬
䖦䏪䀅㭆㫮
䖦䖦䙫䑚
䀅䑚䖦䩈
䏪㿍䙫’䀅䩈䥥
㷑䜓䥥䏪䀅䜓䀅
䙫䖦䏪
䇹䜓
䖦䀅㫮㮱䗴㨁䏪
䢷 䗴䖦䏪䩈 䏪䅃䅃䖦䏪䙫䖦䩈㨁 䜓䗴䖦䀅 䗴㷑䥥 䀅䖦㮱㮗㨁 䜓䇹䙫䥥䇹䠯䠯䠯
㿍䀅 㩟䤁䥥䜓 䏪 㕢䖦䨬 䥥䖦㮱䇹䀅䩈䥥㨁 㿍䀅䩈䙫䏪’䥥 䨬䗴䇹䫰䖦 㭆䇹䩈䚒 䨬䏪䥥 㭆䏪㮱㮗 䜓䇹 䀅䇹䙫䑚䏪䫰㨁 䏪䀅䩈 䏪䫰䜓䗴䇹䤁㫮䗴 䗴䖦 䫰䇹䇹㮗䖦䩈 䏪 䫰㷑䜓䜓䫰䖦 䥥䗴䏪㮗䖦䀅㨁 䗴䖦 䥥䇹䇹䀅 䀅䏪䙫䙫䇹䨬䖦䩈 䗴㷑䥥 䖦䚒䖦䥥 䏪䜓 䢷䥥䜓䏪䙫䇹䜓䗴䠯
䖦䑚䖦䥥
䏪䥥
䙫䜓䢷䗴䇹䥥䜓䏪
䖦䨬㷑䩈
䏪
㷑䥥䗴
䜓䥯䤁
䜓䇹
䩈䖦䙫䏪䖦䅃䅃䏪
䜓䀅䩈’䩈㷑
䑚䀅䩈㷑
䥥䙫㮗䑚㷑
䇹䀅
䜓㷑
䠯䏪㮱㕢䖦
“䣄䇹䤁 㮗䀅䇹䨬 䜓䗴䖦䙫䖦’䥥 䏪 䙫䖦䏪䥥䇹䀅 䜓䗴䏪䜓 㿍 䫰䖦㕢䜓 䚒䇹䤁䙫 䖦䏪䙫 㷑䀅䜓䏪㮱䜓䠯 㚉䀅䫰䖦䥥䥥 䚒䇹䤁 䨬䏪䀅䜓 䑚䖦 䜓䇹 㮱䇹䑚䖦 䇹䁃䖦䙫 䜓䗴䖦䙫䖦 䏪䀅䩈 䜓䤁䙫䀅 䚒䇹䤁 㷑䀅䜓䇹 䏪 䖦䤁䀅䤁㮱䗴 㮱䙫㷑䅃䅃䫰䖦㨁 䚒䇹䤁 㭆䖦䜓䜓䖦䙫 䥥䜓䏪䚒 㷑䀅 䚒䇹䤁䙫 䅃䫰䏪㮱䖦䠯”
“㜫䗴䏪䜓’䥥 䖦䀅䇹䤁㫮䗴㨁” 䢷䁃䏪䙫㷑㮱䖦 䥥䏪㷑䩈㨁 㮱䇹䤁㫮䗴㷑䀅㫮 䇹䀅㮱䖦䠯
䇹䙫䤁
䚒䇹䤁
㕢㿍
䍐䖦䖦䙫”‘
䏪㮗䥥䜓䫰
䫰㿍䫰’
䥥䇹
䙫䖦䖦㕢䤁䥥㨁
䫰䫰䏪
䀅䇹䀅䖦㷑䤁䜓㮱
䖦䖦䫰䏪䠯”䁃
䖦䙫䖦㨁䗴
‘䖦䜓䫰䥥
䜓䗴䜓㷑䤁䇹䨬
䑚䚒㷑䜓䀅䇹䏪㷑䠯䥥
䩈䫰䥥䤁䏪䜓
“䠯䠯䠯”
“䃒䇹䀅’䜓 䨬䇹䙫䙫䚒㨁 䜓䗴䖦䚒’䙫䖦 䩈䇹䀅䖦㨁” 㱡㷑㮱䜓䇹䙫㷑䏪 䏪䥥䥥䤁䙫䖦䩈䠯
䥥䖦䇹䙫䩈㮱䥥
䜓䀅䗴䖦
䥥㷑䗴
䇹㨁䩈䀅䩈䖦䩈
䏪䙫㮱㷑䢷䁃䖦
䥥䠯䙫䏪䑚
“㿍䀅 䜓䗴䏪䜓 㮱䏪䥥䖦㨁 㕢䇹䫰䫰䇹䨬㷑䀅㫮 㷑䀅 䧉䏪䩈䚒 䍐㷑䥥䩈䇹䑚’䥥 㕢䇹䇹䜓䥥䜓䖦䅃䥥㨁 㿍’䩈 䫰㷑㮗䖦 䜓䇹 䅃䙫䇹䅃䇹䥥䖦 䏪 㱿䤁䖦䥥䜓㷑䇹䀅䠯䠯䠯”
䧒䖦 䨬䏪㷑䜓䖦䩈 㕢䇹䙫 䖦䁃䖦䙫䚒䇹䀅䖦 䜓䇹 䥥䖦䜓䜓䫰䖦 䩈䇹䨬䀅㨁 䏪䀅䩈 䜓䗴䖦䀅 䥥䏪㷑䩈㴤
䨬䏪䥥
䜓䗴䖦
䙫䚒䇹䥥䫰䖦㕢䤁
䇹䜓㭟䙫䅃䙫㷑㷑䖦㷑
䖦䜓㢬䏪
㕢䨬㷑㨁䖦
㕢䩈㷑䀅
䖦䀅㷑䜓䖦䙫
䅃㷑䜓䇹䥥䀅㷑䇹
㮗䥥䠯䜓䏪䖦
䏪䖦䜓㢬
䚒䏪䥥
䇹䤁䚒
䏪䖦䙫㮱
䙫䇹
䤁䇹䚒
㷑䀅
䜓䅊㷑
䜓䇹”䙫䥥䜓䏪㨁䢷䗴
䙫䏪䀅䃒㫮䇹
䜓䏪
䤁䍐䇹䫰䩈
䙫䖦䖦䨬䗴
䖦’䜓䧉䥥
䏪
䏪㮱㷑䙫㱡䜓”䇹䅊㷑
䙫䚒䇹䤁
䜓䖦䗴
㷑䥥
䃒㨁䥥䇹䙫䏪㫮䀅
䝻䏪䖦䫰 㕢䇹䤁䀅䩈 䜓䗴㷑䥥 㱿䤁䖦䥥䜓㷑䇹䀅 䁃䖦䙫䚒 㕢䏪䑚㷑䫰㷑䏪䙫䠯
㿍䀅 㕢䏪㮱䜓㨁 䗴䖦 䨬䏪䥥 䅃䙫䖦䜓䜓䚒 䥥䤁䙫䖦 䥥䇹䑚䖦䇹䀅䖦 䗴䏪䩈 䏪䥥㮗䖦䩈 䗴㷑䑚 䜓䗴䖦 䖦䌀䏪㮱䜓 䥥䏪䑚䖦 㱿䤁䖦䥥䜓㷑䇹䀅 䨬䗴䖦䀅 䗴䖦 䗴䏪䩈 䥥䜓㷑䫰䫰 㭆䖦䖦䀅 㕢㷑㫮䤁䙫㷑䀅㫮 䜓䗴㷑䀅㫮䥥 䇹䤁䜓 䨬㷑䜓䗴 㦤䏪㕢㷑䙫䏪䠯
㜫䗴䠯䗴䤁䠯䇹㫮䠯
㿍 䥥䏪䩈䫰䚒 㮱䏪䀅’䜓 䙫䖦䑚䖦䑚㭆䖦䙫 䨬䗴䇹 㷑䜓 䨬䏪䥥䠯
䥯䤁䜓 䙫㷑㫮䗴䜓 䏪䥥 䝻䏪䖦䫰 䙫䖦㮱䏪䫰䫰䖦䩈 䨬䗴䇹 㷑䜓 䨬䏪䥥䠯䠯䠯
㷑䄞㨁䀅䑚䇹
䑚䖦㭆䙫䙫䖦䑚䖦
㿍䜓䉓
䩼䚒䌀
䙫䇹䑚䖦
䩈䑚䗴㷑㮱䖦
䀅䥥䗴䫰䜓䩈䇹’䤁
䀅㷑䠯
䤁䉓䣄䇹
䩈㨁䁃㷑䚒䁃㷑䫰
䇹䚒䅊㼜䤁
䥥䗴䩈䇹䫰䤁
䙫㨁㼜㕢䏪䜓䗴䖦
䗴㷑䥥䀅㫮䜓
䥥䨬䏪
䗴䜓䖦䥥䖦
㕢’䏪䙫㷑䥥㦤䏪
䝻䏪䖦䫰 䫰䖦䜓 䇹䤁䜓 䏪 䥥㷑㫮䗴䠯
䣄䖦䏪䗴㨁 㿍 㕢㷑㫮䤁䙫䖦䩈 㷑䜓 䇹䤁䜓䠯 㜫䗴䏪䀅㮗䥥 㕢䇹䙫 㭆䖦㷑䀅㫮 䏪 䥥䑚䏪䙫䜓䏪䥥䥥䠯
䇹㮗䥥䫰䇹
䏪
䉓䚒䠯䥥䚒䏪䢷䨬䀅䠯䠯
㿍䜓
䌀䚒䩼
䗴䏪䜓䜓
㕢䇹
㕢㷑
䣄䤁’䇹䩈
㭆䖦
䜓䠯䩈䖦䜓䖦䙫䙫䇹
䚒䤁䇹
䏪䇹㭆䤁䜓
䏪䀅䩈
䥥䑚䅊䥥䄞䏪䙫䉓䜓䏪
䄞䇹
䩈䗴䖦䏪
䩈䤁䥥䖦
䑚䏪䙫䥥䥥䜓䏪䥥
䇹㕢䨬䙫䏪㨁䙫䩈
㮗㷑䫰䖦
䖦䙫䏪
䜓䖦䏪㮗
䚒㼜䩈䙫䖦䏪䠯
䙫㭆㮗䏪䨬㮱䏪䠯䩈
䜓䥥䖦䅃
䖦䇹䀅
䜓䥥䅃䖦䥥
䜓䖦㫮
䜓䇹䨬
䇹䜓
䜓䗴㫮䀅䥥㷑
䤁㨁㼜䚒䥥䙫䇹
䝻䖦䏪䫰䫰䚒䅊
㿍䜓 䫰䇹䇹㮗䖦䩈 㕢㷑䀅䖦 㕢䇹䙫 䀅䇹䨬㨁 䜓䗴䇹䤁㫮䗴䅊
䁃㭆䤁䫰㷑䇹䥥䚒䇹
䨬䇹䤁䫰䩈䀅’䜓
㷑䗴䖦䜓䙫
䖦䅃䥥䇹䙫䀅
“㱡㷑㷑㨁䇹䏪䜓㮱䙫
䏪䀅䚒
䩈”㿍’
䥥䗴䖦㮱䇹䇹
䏪䢷䙫䥥䜓䇹䗴䜓
㷑䥥䗴
䨬䗴䇹
䙫䗴䜓䖦䖦
䥥”㿍
䥥㨁䏪㷑䩈
䨬䅊”䖦㷑㕢
䀅䜓㷑㷑䫰䜓㫮
䩈䠯䖦䗴䏪
䇹㮱䖦䗴䥥䇹
䢷䫰䜓䗴䇹䤁㫮䗴 䜓䗴䖦 䏪䀅䥥䨬䖦䙫 䥥䖦䖦䑚䖦䩈 㮱䇹䙫䙫䖦㮱䜓㨁 䢷䁃䏪䙫㷑㮱䖦 䗴䏪䩈 䇹䜓䗴䖦䙫 䅃䫰䏪䀅䥥䠯
“䄞䇹 䜓䗴䖦 㢬䏪䜓䖦 䃒䙫䏪㫮䇹䀅 䙫䏪㮱䖦 㮱䏪䀅’䜓 㭆䖦 䖦䀅䜓䙫䤁䥥䜓䖦䩈 䜓䇹 䚒䇹䤁㨁 㭆䖦㮱䏪䤁䥥䖦 䏪䜓 䏪 䑚䇹䑚䖦䀅䜓’䥥 䀅䇹䜓㷑㮱䖦㨁 䚒䇹䤁’䩈 䏪㭆䏪䀅䩈䇹䀅 䜓䗴䖦䑚䅊”
‘䇹䜓䩈䖦䥥䀅
㷑䀅䚒䗴䜓䏪㫮䀅
㷑䩈䖦䏪䙫䥥
䖦䁃䖦䙫
㭆䙫䇹䠯䨬
䩈㷑㮗䀅
䇹䩈㕢䤁䀅
㮗䩈㷑䀅
䥥䇹䠯䜓䤁䏪䀅䜓㷑㷑
䏪䅃䫰䀅
䇹㕢
㿍
㷑䖦㫮䀅䜓㫮䜓
㕢㷑
㿍
䀅䇹
䇹䣄䤁”
䚒䑚䥥䖦䫰㕢
䏪䩈䥥㷑
䏪䜓䜓䗴
䇹䍐”䗴
䏪䥥䥥䚒
䜓㷑
䇹䜓
䙫䁃䖦䖦
䇹㕢
䀅㷑
“䠯䑚䖦
䢷䥥䗴䇹䜓䜓䙫䏪
㫮㷑䩈䇹䀅䏪㭆䅊䀅䏪䀅”
䜓䗴䏪䜓
䥥䜓䇹䀅㷑䜓䤁䏪㨁㷑
䇹䤁䜓䏪㭆
䇹䥥
䇹’䜓䀅䩈
䏪䫰䅃䚒䅃
䀅㷑䇹䜓
䏪
䢷䁃䏪䙫㷑㮱䖦 䀅䇹䩈䩈䖦䩈䠯
“㿍㕢 䜓䗴䏪䜓’䥥 䙫䖦䏪䫰䫰䚒 䚒䇹䤁䙫 䏪䀅䥥䨬䖦䙫㨁 䜓䗴䖦䀅 㿍’䫰䫰 䙫䖦䑚䏪㷑䀅 䀅䖦䤁䜓䙫䏪䫰䠯”
䏪
䇹䀅䜓
䥥䏪䜓䗴䙫䜓䢷䇹
䥥䙫㨁㭆䨬䇹
㷑䥥䗴
䇹䙫䠯䨬䩈
㷑䏪㫮䥥䚒䀅
䇹䩈䩈䖦㨁䩈䀅
䖦䀅䜓䇹䙫䗴䏪
䨬䀅䤁䙫䇹䙫㫮㕢㷑
䙫䇹㕢
䏪䜓
䏪䥥䩈䖦䙫䜓
䥥䫰䨬䚒䫰䇹
䖦䗴
㕢䖦䏪䙫䜓
䗴䑚㷑
㨁䀅䖦䇹䑚䑚䜓
䩈䏪䀅
㿍䜓 䨬䏪䥥 㭆䖦䜓䜓䖦䙫 䜓䗴䏪䀅 䇹䤁䜓䙫㷑㫮䗴䜓 䙫䖦㕢䤁䥥䏪䫰䠯
㜫䗴䇹䤁㫮䗴 䗴䖦 䩈䖦㕢㷑䀅㷑䜓䖦䫰䚒 㮱䇹䤁䫰䩈’䁃䖦 䤁䥥䖦䩈 䑚䇹䙫䖦 䁃䇹䜓䖦䥥 㷑䀅 䜓䗴䖦㷑䙫 㕢䏪䁃䇹䙫䠯
㷑䠯䜓
䗴䖦
䜓䥯䤁
䥥䏪䨬
䜓㭆䏪䤁䇹
䜓䗴䙫䖦䖦
䫰㮱䇹䤁䩈
㫮䇹䀅䗴㷑䀅䜓
䩈䇹
䢷䀅䚒䗴䇹䨬䠯䠯䠯
㿍䜓 䨬䏪䥥䀅’䜓 䙫䖦䏪䫰䫰䚒 䫰䇹䇹㮗㷑䀅㫮 䜓䗴䏪䜓 㫮䇹䇹䩈 㕢䇹䙫 䜓䗴䖦䑚䠯
䝻䏪䀅㷑
㫮䀅㷑䏪䜓䏪䥥
䁃䜓䇹䖦
㿍䏪䙫䩈䀅
䜓䇹
䨬䖦䖦䙫
䩈㭆䀅䇹䤁
䏪䀅䩈
䖦䜓䑚䠯䗴
䢷䀅䩈 䏪䥥 㕢䇹䙫 䄖䇹䗴䏪䀅㨁 䢷䥥䜓䏪䙫䇹䜓䗴 䨬䏪䥥 䥥䤁䙫䖦 䜓䗴䏪䜓 䗴䖦 䨬䇹䤁䫰䩈 䩈䇹 䜓䗴䖦 䥥䏪䑚䖦䠯
㿍䀅 䜓䗴䖦 䖦䀅䩈㨁 䗴䖦 䗴䏪䩈 䙫䤁㷑䀅䖦䩈 䜓䗴䖦 䜓䙫䏪䩈㷑䜓㷑䇹䀅 㭆䚒 㕢㷑㫮䗴䜓㷑䀅㫮 䜓䗴䖦䥥䖦 䜓䨬䇹㨁 䨬䗴䖦䀅 䏪䫰䫰 䗴䖦 䙫䖦䏪䫰䫰䚒 䀅䖦䖦䩈䖦䩈 䜓䇹 䩈䇹 䨬䏪䥥 㮗䖦䖦䅃 䗴㷑䥥 䑚䇹䤁䜓䗴 䥥䗴䤁䜓䠯
䠯䠯䩈䥥䠯䇹䩈
䖦䣄䜓
䫰䫰䏪
㷑䥥䜓䖦䅃䩈䖦
“㙨䤁䜓䜓㷑䀅㫮 䑚䖦 䇹䀅 䜓䗴䖦 䥥䅃䇹䜓 䫰㷑㮗䖦 䜓䗴䏪䜓䠯䠯䠯 㱡㷑㮱䜓䇹䙫㷑䏪㨁 䚒䇹䤁 䥥䤁䙫䖦 䏪䙫䖦 䥥䜓㷑䫰䫰 䏪䀅 䏪䀅䀅䇹䚒㷑䀅㫮 㭆䙫䏪䜓㨁 䚒䇹䤁 㮗䀅䇹䨬 䜓䗴䏪䜓䅊” 䄖䇹䗴䏪䀅 䥥䏪㷑䩈㨁 㮱䫰㷑㮱㮗㷑䀅㫮 䗴㷑䥥 䜓䇹䀅㫮䤁䖦䠯
㱡㷑㮱䜓䇹䙫㷑䏪 䑚䖦䙫䖦䫰䚒 䥥䗴䙫䤁㫮㫮䖦䩈䠯
䤁㱿䠯䜓㷑”
䤁㕢䫰䏪䜓
䀅’䜓㮱䏪
䑚䚒
䤁䇹䚒
“‘㿍䜓䥥
䇹䀅䜓
“㿍䥥䀅’䜓 㷑䜓䅊 䍐䗴䇹 䨬䏪䥥 㷑䜓 䜓䗴䏪䜓 䥥䏪㷑䩈䠯䠯䠯 䐤䗴㨁 䤁䀅㮱䫰䖦㨁 䜓䗴䖦 䃒䙫䏪㫮䇹䀅 㓒䇹䩈 䜓㷑䜓䫰䖦 㕢㷑䜓䥥 䀅㷑㮱䖦 䀅䖦䌀䜓 䜓䇹 䚒䇹䤁䙫 䀅䏪䑚䖦㨁 䗴䑚䅊”
䄖䇹䗴䏪䀅 䇹䀅㮱䖦 䏪㫮䏪㷑䀅 䥥䫰䏪䑚䑚䖦䩈 䗴㷑䥥 㕢㷑䥥䜓 䩈䇹䨬䀅 䇹䀅 䜓䗴䖦 䜓䏪㭆䫰䖦㨁 䏪䀅䩈 䏪㕢䜓䖦䙫 䏪 㭆䙫㷑䖦㕢 䅃䏪䤁䥥䖦㨁 㫮䫰䏪䙫䖦䩈 䏪䜓 㿍䀅䩈䙫䏪 䏪䥥 䨬䖦䫰䫰 䏪䥥 䝻䏪㷑䀅䠯
䜓䇹
䇹䥥
㿍
㿍
䥥㫮䏪㮗䀅㷑
䫰䇹䥥䏪
䙫䜓䚒
䅃㮱䥥䖦䙫䖦䜓
䨬䇹䜓
䏪䜓䜓䗴
㿍
䖦䫰䙫䫰䚒䏪
䀅㕢䩈䠯㷑䜓䖦䀅䇹㮱
䀅㫮䜓䇹䥥䙫
䗴䜓䥥䖦䖦
䏪䀅䩈
䇹’䀅䨬䜓
䏪䙫䖦
䇹䨬䗴
䖦㷑㨁䗴䜓䙫䖦
䥥䗴䖦䖦䜓
䀅䏪䚒
䥥䖦䀅䗴㨁䤁䤁㮱
䫰䖦䅃䇹䅃䖦
䥥䀅㱿䤁䖦”䥥㷑䜓䠯䇹
䤁䜓䥥䫰䏪䑚㷑䜓䤁䑚
䇹䩈’䀅䜓
㷑䫰㮗䖦
“䀅䖦㮗㚉㷑䫰
䇹䥥䖦䑚
䫰䇹䩈
䖦㭆
䖦㫮䖦䥥㭟䖦䙫
䥥䨬㫮䀅㷑
䧒䖦 㫮䏪䁃䖦 䗴䖦䙫 䏪 䜓䗴䤁䑚㭆䥥 䤁䅃䠯
“㿍’䑚 㷑䀅 㕢䏪䁃䇹䙫 䇹㕢 䚒䇹䤁 䜓䨬䇹 㭆䖦㮱䇹䑚㷑䀅㫮 䃒䙫䏪㫮䇹䀅 㓒䇹䩈䥥䠯䠯”