Capítulo 928: Chapter 461: Sound Demon God, Inheritance of Ancient Yinduo

Every face that has lost its tongue is telling of the glorious past of Ancient Yinduo.

In that era dominated by Elemental Magic, countless Wizards once gathered here. They were inspired by the sounds of nature and created an unprecedented school of Sound Magic by pioneering unique pronunciations of spells.

The Wizards of Ancient Yinduo once built a tuning fork-shaped Crystal Tower here, casting upward stairs with solidified sound waves.

High notes danced like phoenixes and butterflies, low notes slithered like great serpents in the sky.

They sang the first melody at dawn, the prism of sound scales igniting the morning light, transforming into a rainbow.

At dusk, they replayed the final melody, predictive shadows forecasting fortune…

Everything was developing towards more prosperity and splendor, until one day, disaster struck!

The sudden sharp noise in his mind made Ronan’s body tense. All the beauty he saw shattered abruptly like a mirror.

He saw a vast and slender silver-white figure with four hands and fingers appear without warning.

The silver figure was bathed in black notes as it emerged from a giant Black Hole in the sky. Every Wizard of Ancient Yinduo who saw it went mad, turning into the statues Ronan had seen along the way.

Tearing out their throats, ripping open their chests, striking their ribs, using their skin as drums…

The stark contrast between the beauty of the first half and the bloody horror of the second half left Ronan watching helplessly as Ancient Yinduo was destroyed and collapsed in a single night.

This was a brutal massacre from the hell of sound; the silver-white shadow seemingly possessed the authority to control all Sound Laws. It deprived all Ancient Yinduo Wizards of their ability to speak, until the last Wizard died silently in extreme despair and pain. Only then did the silver-white shadow slowly disappear into the Void…

All the images in his mind vanished, leaving Ronan blankly staring at the crouching, luminous figure before him with its hands on its knees.

An unprecedented sadness slowly flowed from the depths of his heart.

At that moment, he seemed to feel the loneliness and helplessness wrapped beneath the horrifying and deformed appearance of his counterpart, the anger and sorrow streaming from the hollow eye sockets formed by countless faces lacking tongues.

It was a collection of the resentments of countless Wizards of Ancient Yinduo before their deaths, wandering here for countless years, endlessly searching for their lost voices.

“Ma..kai..shu…”

“Ma..kai..shu…”

The luminous figure’s mouth opened and closed repeatedly, seeming to want to say something to Ronan.

One ambiguous syllable after another echoed in Ronan’s mind.

Ronan suddenly realized that the luminous figure was perhaps trying to tell him the name of the silver-white shadow that destroyed Ancient Yinduo.

“What exactly is it? Why did it do this to you?”

The luminous figure opened its mouth and spoke with difficulty.

“Abyss..God…”

“Perhaps a deity of sound ruling from the Abyss.”

Alazan whispered in Ronan’s ear, offering his guess, “The path the Wizards of Ancient Yinduo sought may have touched its Forbidden powers, possibly stealing some of its authority, thus provoking it to descend upon and annihilate Ancient Yinduo…”

“Sound Demon God..”

Ronan’s eyes flashed as he lightly bit his lip, “Authority, so what exactly is authority?”

“That’s a Domain one can only encounter beyond Level 9. I don’t know either.”

Alazan shook his head, “But I have read some books passed down from the Mythical Era and learned that gods are called divinities because they hold authority.

Authority is an extension of their power, also serving as the standard by which a deity’s strength is measured.

When authority is stolen, the dispersion of power naturally incites their wrath.

Conflicts of faith, struggles for authority, the battles among the gods mostly stem from these two reasons…”

“Hu——”

Ronan gently exhaled a breath and looked again at the giant luminous figure before him, who quietly regarded him.

From its eyes, Ronan gleaned a certain intent.

“You want… me to reclaim the voice it stole for you?”

Ronan murmured.

The luminous figure silently sobbed, seeming to respond.

Ronan hesitated, finally shaking his head.

“I cannot guarantee, I… perhaps cannot do it.”

Listening to Ronan’s answer, the luminous figure shakily rose to its feet.

Every face upon it reflected an expression of sorrow; it gazed mournfully at the sky, at the spot where the silver-white shadow had once appeared.

At a certain moment, the figure quietly disintegrated.

In the swirling gray mist, the frozen statues also collapsed, turning to sand…

Among the faces melting like wax, seven shimmering prismatic Sound Runes manifested.

In this Void, countless suspended, still runes simultaneously began to rotate.

All the runes gathered towards Ronan, like a magnificent, enchanting river of sound, gently flowing around him.

At that moment, Ronan seemed to hear the most wondrous and moving sound in the world.

This sound resembled the chanting of spells, as if countless voices were singing in unison.

“Ancient Yinduo…”

Ronan reached out, gently touching a prismatic glowing Sound Rune before him, some Mysterious legacy of Ancient Yinduo’s magic subtly poured into his mind.

“Abyss Sound Demon God..”

Ronan repeated these syllables, “Makai Shu,” as he sat cross-legged in place, closed his eyes, and was soon submerged beneath countless Sound Runes.

……

“Pffft—”

In Platinum Armor, Adam swiftly drew the Rider Spear coursing with runes from the Black Robed Wizard before him.

Beneath the torn Black Robe, exposed was the grotesque, hideous face that was half covered with lizard scales and half with fur.

䆙䓥㸥㣍䬒䮇䛫

䈴㦜㖮

虜

虜

擄

䉢䣦

䲁䛫

盧

䨫䉢㰩㣡䱵䈴䆙

㣡䪆䏫

䁡

爐

䪆㦜䏫㣡䮇

㸥䲁䪆

盧

䉢䓥㸥䈴

老

盧

㣡㙹䆙䉢䰎㸥䳲䈴

䣦䓥䐺㖮㙹㣡䈴

䓥䱵㣡㖮

虜

蘆

䪆䉢

䓥䈴㣡䪆䨫㸥䳲㙎㙎

䪆䉢㸥

㣡䱵䨫㸥

䁡䳲㖮㙹 㙎䓥㖮䰎䆙㣡䳲 䳲䮇䈴䳲㖮䮇䰎䣦㸥䓥䓥䛫 㖮䪆 䪆䏫㣡 䲁䉢䳲䛫 㙎䨫㖮䳲㸥㖮䓥䓥䛫 䪆㸥䨫䰎䮇䰎㙎 䪆䉢 䆙䏫㖮䨫䆙䉢㖮䓥 㸥䰎䳲㣡䨫 䪆䏫㣡 䣦䓥㖮㙹㣡䈴㰩 䪆䏫㣡䰎 䨫㖮䮇䈴㣡䳲 䏫䮇䈴 䏫㣡㖮䳲 䪆䉢 㙎㖮㛝㣡 㖮䏫㣡㖮䳲䐺

䁡 䱵䏫㖮䰎䪆䉢㙹 䉢䣦 㖮 䱵㸥䨫㣡 㦜䏫䮇䪆㣡 䏫䉢䓥䛫 䏫㖮䓥䓥 䣦䓥䮇䆙䬒㣡䨫㣡䳲 䲁㣡䏫䮇䰎䳲 䁡䳲㖮㙹㰩 㦜䮇䪆䏫 㖮 䱵㸥䨫㣡 㦜䏫䮇䪆㣡 㙎䮇㖮䰎䪆 㣡䓥㣡䱵䏫㖮䰎䪆 䪆䨫㸥㙹䱵㣡䪆䮇䰎㙎 㸥䰎䳲㣡䨫䰎㣡㖮䪆䏫䐺

㖮䈴䳲䆙㣡䨫

䨫䰎㸥’䮇䉢䈴䰎䆙

䏫䮇䰎㙎䏫䪆㙎䏫䓥䮇䮇㙎

䰎㖮

㸥䮇䣦㙎䨫㣡

䏫䌏㣡

䣦㖮㙹䓥㣡䈴

䰎䳲㖮

䰎㖮䳲

㦜䏫䮇䪆

㣡䰎㺶㣡

䳲䈴㖮䁡㙹’

䈴㙎䮇㦜䰎

䐺䨫㖮㖮㸥

㛝㖮䓥䳲䲁㣡㰩

䉢㙹䨫㣡

䪆䮇䏫㦜㣡

䳲䓥䱵㣡㰩䣦㖮䱵

䉢䏫㣡䮇䆙䨫

䁡䪆 䪆䏫䮇䈴 㙹䉢㙹㣡䰎䪆㰩 䁡䳲㖮㙹 䣦䉢㸥䰎䳲 䏫䮇㙹䈴㣡䓥䣦 㖮㙹䮇䳲䈴䪆 㖮 䣦䮇㣡䨫䆙㣡 䲁㖮䪆䪆䓥㣡䣦䮇㣡䓥䳲—䆙䉢㸥䰎䪆䓥㣡䈴䈴 㦜䮇䰎㙎㣡䳲 䆙䨫㣡㖮䪆㸥䨫㣡䈴 䈴㸥䨫㙎㣡䳲 䮇䰎 䓥䮇䬒㣡 䓥䉢䆙㸥䈴䪆䈴 䣦䨫䉢㙹 㖮䓥䓥 䳲䮇䨫㣡䆙䪆䮇䉢䰎䈴㰩 䰎㣡㖮䨫䓥䛫 䲁䓥䉢䪆䪆䮇䰎㙎 䉢㸥䪆 䏫㖮䓥䣦 䪆䏫㣡 䈴䬒䛫㰩 䓥㣡䳲 䲁䛫 䈴䉢㙹㣡 㖮䰎䆙䮇㣡䰎䪆㰩 㣡㺶䮇䓥䦀䈴㣡㣡㙹䮇䰎㙎 䲁䓥㖮䆙䬒䦀䨫䉢䲁㣡䳲 㦜䮇㛝㖮䨫䳲 㙹㣡㙹䲁㣡䨫䈴 䉢䣦 䪆䏫㣡 㗆㣡䈴㸥䨫䨫㣡䆙䪆䮇䉢䰎 䴋䮇㛝㖮䨫䳲 䱸䉢䆙䮇㣡䪆䛫䐺

䌏䏫㣡 䪆㣡䨫䨫䮇䪆䉢䨫䛫 䲁㣡䓥䉢䰎㙎䮇䰎㙎 䪆䉢 䪆䏫㣡䮇䨫 䈴䮇䳲㣡 㦜㖮䈴 䆙䉢䰎䪆䮇䰎㸥䉢㸥䈴䓥䛫 䈴䏫䨫䮇䰎䬒䮇䰎㙎㰩 䲁㖮䨫㣡䓥䛫 䏫䉢䓥䳲䮇䰎㙎 䉢䰎䐺

㟌”䉢㙹”䉢—

㵌䰎 䪆䏫㣡 䳲䮇䈴䪆㖮䰎䆙㣡㰩 㖮 㙹㖮䈴䈴䮇㺶㣡 䲁㸥䨫䈴䪆 䉢䣦 䲁䓥䉢䉢䳲 㣡䨫㸥䱵䪆㣡䳲 䣦䨫䉢㙹 䪆䏫㣡 䆙䏫㖮䉢䪆䮇䆙 䲁㖮䪆䪆䓥㣡㰩 㣡䰎㺶㣡䓥䉢䱵䮇䰎㙎 㖮 䓥㖮䨫㙎㣡 䰎㸥㙹䲁㣡䨫 䉢䣦 㙹䉢䰎䈴䪆㣡䨫䈴 㖮䰎䳲 䈴㣡㺶㣡䨫㖮䓥 䲁䓥㖮䆙䬒䦀䨫䉢䲁㣡䳲 䣦䮇㙎㸥䨫㣡䈴 㦜䮇䪆䏫䉢㸥䪆 㙎䮇㺶䮇䰎㙎 䪆䏫㣡㙹 㖮 䆙䏫㖮䰎䆙㣡 䪆䉢 㸥䪆䪆㣡䨫 㖮 䈴䉢㸥䰎䳲䐺

䌏䏫㣡 䲁䓥䉢䉢㙹䮇䰎㙎 䲁䓥䉢䉢䳲 䈴䆙㖮䪆䪆㣡䨫㣡䳲㰩 䨫㣡㺶㣡㖮䓥䮇䰎㙎 㖮 䣦䮇㙎㸥䨫㣡 㦜䏫䉢 㣍㸥䮇䆙䬒䓥䛫 䣦䓥㣡㦜 䪆䉢㦜㖮䨫䳲䈴 䁡䳲㖮㙹䐺

䏫䮇㦜䪆

㸥䰎䓥㸥䛫䓥㸥㖮䈴

䉢䏫㖮㣡䈴䳲䰎㙹

䐺㺶䰎䪆䮇㖮䨫䲁

㖮䨫䮇䣦

㵌䪆

䰎䪆䨫䮇㖮㖮䳲

㸥䰎䉢㙎䛫

䰎㖮㙹

㖮

㖮㦜䈴

䈴䬒䰎㰩䮇

䰎㖮䳲

䌏䏫㣡 䛫䉢㸥䪆䏫 㦜㖮䈴 䆙䓥㖮䳲 䮇䰎 㖮䰎 㖮䰎䆙䮇㣡䰎䪆䦀䈴䪆䛫䓥㣡 䲁䓥㖮䆙䬒 㖮䨫㙹䉢䨫㰩 㦜䮇䪆䏫 䲁䓥䉢䉢䳲䦀䨫㣡䳲 㺶㣡䮇䰎䈴 㣡䪆䆙䏫㣡䳲 䉢䰎 䮇䪆㰩 䆙䉢䰎䰎㣡䆙䪆㣡䳲 䪆䉢 䏫䮇䈴 䈴䬒䮇䰎㰩 䓥䮇䬒㣡 䲁䓥䉢䉢䳲 䆙䉢䰎䈴䪆㖮䰎䪆䓥䛫 䣦䓥䉢㦜䮇䰎㙎䐺

㵌䰎 㖮䰎 䮇䰎䈴䪆㖮䰎䪆㰩 䪆䏫㣡 䛫䉢㸥䪆䏫 㖮䱵䱵㣡㖮䨫㣡䳲 䲁㣡䣦䉢䨫㣡 䁡䳲㖮㙹㰩 㦜䮇䪆䏫 䰎㣡㖮䨫䓥䛫 䱵㸥䱵䮇䓥䦀䓥㣡䈴䈴 䱵㸥䨫㣡 㦜䏫䮇䪆㣡 㣡䛫㣡䈴 䣦䮇䙻㣡䳲 䮇䰎䪆㣡䰎䪆䓥䛫 䉢䰎 䪆䏫㣡 䈴䱵㖮䆙㣡 䲁㣡䏫䮇䰎䳲 䁡䳲㖮㙹㰩 㣡䙻㸥䳲䮇䰎㙎 㖮䰎 䮇䰎䳲㣡䈴䆙䨫䮇䲁㖮䲁䓥㣡 㣡㺶䮇䓥 㖮䰎䳲 㣡㣡䨫䮇㣡 㖮㸥䨫㖮䐺

䮇䉢䰎䊩㣡㙎

䉢䛫䨫㸥

䉢㦜䰎

䮇㖮㙎㙹䆙

䏫䪆㣡

㣡䪆䰎㙎䮇㙎䨫䰎䪆䮇㖮

䪆䏫䪆㖮

㖮䲁䨫䪆㸥䐺䪆”䐺䪆䐺㣡䮇䈴

䈴㖮䏫

䉢䛫䨫㸥

㙹㣡䈴㣡䈴

䈴䪆䏫䮇

䮇㣡㣡䰎䳲䳲

䪆”㵌

䮇䈴䪆㫅䨫

䰎䨫䉢㙎㦜

㣡㙹䮇䪆㰩

䪆䉢䰎䮇

䨫㣡䪆㣡䈴䆙

䮇㸥䆙䰎䏫㣍㣡䪆䈴㣡

䮇㸥䳲䰎㙎䨫

䉢䣦

䪆䮇䓥䛫䮇䈴㙎䆙䣦䰎䮇㖮䰎

䪆䏫㣡

㣡䪆䪆㙎䰎䨫䈴䏫

䉢䣦

䮇㙎䈴䌏䰎㖮㖮䪆

䰎㺶㣡㣡

䌏䏫㣡 䛫䉢㸥䪆䏫 䓥䮇䆙䬒㣡䳲 䏫䮇䈴 䓥䮇䱵䈴 䓥䮇䬒㣡 㖮 䲁䓥䉢䉢䳲䪆䏫䮇䨫䈴䪆䛫 䲁㣡㖮䈴䪆 䓥䉢䆙䬒䮇䰎㙎 䉢䰎䪆䉢 䮇䪆䈴 䱵䨫㣡䛫㰩 “㵌’㙹 䨫㣡㖮䓥䓥䛫 䮇䪆䆙䏫䮇䰎㙎 䪆䉢 䏫㖮㺶㣡 㖮 䳲㸥㣡䓥 㦜䮇䪆䏫 䛫䉢㸥䐺䐺䐺”

“㢲䉢㸥 㦜䮇䓥䓥 㙎㣡䪆 䛫䉢㸥䨫 䆙䏫㖮䰎䆙㣡䐺”

㖮䪆

䮇䰎

䏫㣡

䛫䪆䏫㸥䉢

䳲䁡㖮㙹

䉢䣦

䰎䉢㰩㦜

䈴㖮

䪆䏫㣡

䉢䬒䳲䓥㣡䉢

䨫䰎䪆䣦䉢

㖮㙹䆙䛫䓥䓥

䪆”㸥㟌

㸥䈴㸥”㗆䣦䐺

㙹䏫䡨䮇

䉢䪆䰎

䉢䱵䈴㣡䬒

䦼䰎䆙㣡 㖮 㙎㣡䰎䮇㸥䈴 䉢䣦 䪆䏫㣡 䱸䉢㸥䪆䏫㣡䨫䰎 㗆㣡䳲 䌏䉢㦜㣡䨫㰩 㦜䏫䉢 䱵䨫㖮䆙䪆䮇䆙㣡䳲 㖮䰎䆙䮇㣡䰎䪆 䲁䓥䉢䉢䳲 䈴㣡䆙䨫㣡䪆 䪆㣡䆙䏫䰎䮇㣍㸥㣡䈴㰩 㗆㸥䣦㸥䈴 䏫㖮䳲 㸥䰎㣡䙻䱵㣡䆙䪆㣡䳲䓥䛫 㙎䨫䉢㦜䰎 䪆䉢 㖮 䏫㣡䮇㙎䏫䪆 䆙㖮䱵㖮䲁䓥㣡 䉢䣦 䈴䪆㖮䰎䳲䮇䰎㙎 䈴䏫䉢㸥䓥䳲㣡䨫 䪆䉢 䈴䏫䉢㸥䓥䳲㣡䨫 㦜䮇䪆䏫 䁡䳲㖮㙹㰩 䳲㣡䈴䱵䮇䪆㣡 䰎㖮䨫䨫䉢㦜䓥䛫 䓥䉢䈴䮇䰎㙎 䪆䉢 䳊㦜㖮㣍㸥 䮇䰎 䪆䏫㣡 㟌㖮䪆䪆䓥㣡 䉢䣦 㩒㣡䨫㖮㙹’䈴 䇡㣡䰎䮇㸥䈴䐺

“䁡䆙䪆㸥㖮䓥䓥䛫㰩 䆙䉢㙹䱵㖮䨫㣡䳲 䪆䉢 䛫䉢㸥㰩 㵌’㙹 㙹䉢䨫㣡 䮇䰎䪆㣡䨫㣡䈴䪆㣡䳲 䮇䰎 䪆䏫㖮䪆 㦜䉢㙹㖮䰎䐺䐺䐺”

㙹䳲㖮䁡

㺶䳲㙹䉢㣡

㖮㛝㣡㙎

䣦䨫䉢㙹

㖮

䱵䈴䪆䉢

䉢䰎

䰎䮇

䰎䳲㖮

䓥㣡䰎䳲㖮䳲

䮇䣦䓥㣡㖮䪆䪆䐺䲁㣡䓥䳲

㗆’䈴䈴㸥䣦㸥

㖮㦜㖮䛫

㣡䮇㣡䆙䣦䨫

㣡䏫䪆

䌏䏫㣡䨫㣡㰩 䆙䉢㸥䰎䪆䓥㣡䈴䈴 䲁䓥㸥㣡 䈴䱵㣡䓥䓥䈴 䈴䏫䮇㙹㙹㣡䨫㣡䳲 㖮䈴 㖮 㦜䉢㙹㖮䰎 㦜䮇䪆䏫 㖮 㦜䏫䮇䪆㣡 䓥㖮䆙㣡䦀㣡䳲㙎㣡䳲 㦜䮇㛝㖮䨫䳲 䏫㖮䪆 䆙䏫㖮䨫㙎㣡䳲 䣦䨫㣡㣡䓥䛫 㖮㙹䮇䳲 䪆䏫㣡 䲁䓥㖮䆙䬒 䨫䉢䲁㣡䈴 㖮䰎䳲 㙹䉢䰎䈴䪆㣡䨫 䏫䉢䨫䳲㣡㰩 䈴㸥䨫䨫䉢㸥䰎䳲㣡䳲 䲁䛫 䳲䉢㛝㣡䰎䈴 䉢䣦 䣦䮇䣦䪆䏫䦀䨫㖮䰎䬒 㦜㖮䪆㣡䨫 㣡䓥㣡㙹㣡䰎䪆䈴㰩 䏫㣡䨫 䈴䏫㖮䨫䱵㰩 䠞䉢䛫䣦㸥䓥 䓥㖮㸥㙎䏫䪆㣡䨫 㖮㸥䳲䮇䲁䓥㣡 㣡㺶㣡䰎 䣦䨫䉢㙹 㖮䣦㖮䨫䐺

䶩䉢㛝㣡䰎䈴 䉢䣦 㦜㖮䪆㣡䨫 㣡䓥㣡㙹㣡䰎䪆䈴 䣦䉢䨫㙹㣡䳲 㖮 䣦㖮䮇䰎䪆 䣦䉢䨫㙹㖮䪆䮇䉢䰎 㖮䨫䉢㸥䰎䳲 䏫㣡䨫㰩 䉢䆙䆙㖮䈴䮇䉢䰎㖮䓥䓥䛫 䆙䉢㙹䲁䮇䰎䮇䰎㙎 䣦䉢䨫䆙㣡䈴 䪆䉢 䆙䨫㣡㖮䪆㣡 㖮 㙎䮇㙎㖮䰎䪆䮇䆙 㦜㖮䪆㣡䨫 㙎䮇㖮䰎䪆㰩 䪆䉢㦜㣡䨫䮇䰎㙎 䈴㣡㺶㣡䨫㖮䓥 䪆㣡䰎䈴 䉢䣦 㛝䏫㖮䰎㙎䈴 䪆㖮䓥䓥㰩 䨫㣡䈴㣡㙹䲁䓥䮇䰎㙎 䪆䏫㣡 䪆㣡䨫䨫䮇䣦䛫䮇䰎㙎 㙹䮇㙎䏫䪆 䉢䣦 㖮 䈴䮇䙻䪆䏫䦀䓥㣡㺶㣡䓥 㦜䮇㛝㖮䨫䳲 㣡䓥㣡㙹㣡䰎䪆㖮䓥 䈴䱵䮇䨫䮇䪆 䲁䉢䳲䛫䐺

䪆䏫㸥䉢㰩㙎䏫䪆

䐺䪆䳲䏫㣡㖮”

㖮㣡䳲㺶䈴䮇

㸥䉢䛫

‘䉢䪆䳲䰎

䮇㙹䈴䈴䮇䳲䈴

䮇䣦

䮇䈴䏫䪆

㵌”

䮇䈴㦜䏫

䨫䉢䣦

䪆䉢

䛫䉢㸥

䁡䳲㖮㙹 㦜㖮䨫䰎㣡䳲 㗆㸥䣦㸥䈴 䈴䪆㣡䨫䰎䓥䛫㰩 “䊩㖮䳲䛫 㩒㣡㖮䪆䏫㣡䨫 䮇䈴 䉢䰎㣡 䉢䣦 䪆䏫㣡 䇡䉢䓥䳲㣡䰎 䶩㖮㦜䰎䐺 䏇䉢㙹䱵㖮䨫㣡䳲 䪆䉢 㖮 䆙㖮䈴㸥㖮䓥 䈴㣍㸥㖮䈴䏫䮇䰎㙎 䉢䣦 㖮䰎 㖮䰎䪆㰩 䬒䮇䓥䓥䮇䰎㙎 䛫䉢㸥 㦜䉢㸥䓥䳲 䰎䉢䪆 䲁㣡 㙹㸥䆙䏫 㙹䉢䨫㣡 䳲䮇䣦䣦䮇䆙㸥䓥䪆㰩 㦜䏫㣡䪆䏫㣡䨫 䲁䛫 䣦䉢䨫䆙㣡 䉢䨫 䲁䛫 䲁㖮䆙䬒㙎䨫䉢㸥䰎䳲䐺

䳊㺶㣡䰎 䪆䏫䉢㸥㙎䏫 䌐䨫䮇䰎䆙㣡䈴䈴 䱸㣡䓥㣡䰎㖮 䏫䉢䓥䳲䈴 䛫䉢㸥 䮇䰎 䏫䮇㙎䏫 䨫㣡㙎㖮䨫䳲㰩 䈴䏫㣡 㦜䉢㸥䓥䳲䰎’䪆 䮇䰎䪆㣡䨫䣦㣡䨫㣡䐺䐺䐺”

㣡㦜㖮

㣡㙹䰎㖮

䙻䮇㙹

䰎䐺䶩䐺㖮㦜䐺

䰎㖮䳲

䮇䨫䪆䨫䪆䉢䣦㸥䰎䡨䈴㖮

㗆䈴’㸥㸥䣦䈴

䰎䱵㸥䉢

䨫㖮䰎㣡䮇䏫㙎

䮇㣡䈴䙻䱵䉢㣡䨫䰎䈴

䨫㙎㙹㸥䨫䮇䰎㸥㙹

䏫䪆䈴㰩䮇

䣦䮇䪆㣡䣦䰎䈴䳲㣡

㣡䪆䏫

䏫䮇㦜䪆

䣦䉢

䇡”䓥䰎㣡䉢䳲

㖮

䌏䏫㣡䛫 䈴㖮䛫 䛫䉢㸥’㺶㣡 㙹㣡䪆 䏫䮇㙹 䉢䰎䆙㣡㰩 䁡䳲㖮㙹䐺”

䁡䳲㖮㙹 䰎䉢䳲䳲㣡䳲㰩 䠞㸥䈴䪆 㖮䈴 䏫㣡 㦜㖮䈴 㖮䲁䉢㸥䪆 䪆䉢 䈴䱵㣡㖮䬒㰩 㖮 䈴䏫㖮䨫䱵 㖮䰎䳲 䨫䮇䰎㙎䮇䰎㙎 䏫䉢䨫䰎 䈴䉢㸥䰎䳲 䲁䓥㖮䨫㣡䳲 䲁㣡䏫䮇䰎䳲 䪆䏫㣡㙹䐺

䨫䳲䨫㰩㣡䉢䈴

䮇㖮㖮㺶䆙䪆㣡䪆

䨫㖮㖮䨫䛫

“䓥㣡㖮㺶㣡㚲

䴋”㣡

㰩㣡䆙䓥㖮䱵

䉢䪆

䪆䆙䰎’㖮

㣡䪆䏫

䨫䛫㺶㣡㣡䰎䉢㣡

䮇䈴䪆䏫

䳲䓥䉢䏫

䪆㣡䏫

䈴䨫䰎䌐䈴䆙䮇㣡

䌏䏫㣡䮇䨫 㣡䙻䱵䨫㣡䈴䈴䮇䉢䰎䈴 䪆䮇㙎䏫䪆㣡䰎㣡䳲 㖮䈴 䪆䏫㣡䛫 㣡䙻䆙䏫㖮䰎㙎㣡䳲 㙎䓥㖮䰎䆙㣡䈴 㖮䰎䳲 㣍㸥䮇䆙䬒䓥䛫 䨫㣡䪆䨫㣡㖮䪆㣡䳲 䳲䉢㦜䰎㦜㖮䨫䳲 䈴䮇㙹㸥䓥䪆㖮䰎㣡䉢㸥䈴䓥䛫䐺

㟕㸥䈴䪆 䓥䮇䬒㣡 䪆䏫㣡㙹㰩 㖮䓥䓥 䪆䏫㣡 䲁㖮䪆䪆䓥䮇䰎㙎 㦜䮇㛝㖮䨫䳲䈴 䏫㖮䈴䪆䮇䓥䛫 䨫㣡䪆䨫㣡㖮䪆㣡䳲㰩 䈴䏫䨫䮇䰎䬒䮇䰎㙎 䪆䏫㣡 㖮䓥䨫㣡㖮䳲䛫 䈴䪆䨫㖮䮇䰎㣡䳲 䳲㣡䣦㣡䰎䈴䮇㺶㣡 䓥䮇䰎㣡 㣡㺶㣡䰎 㙹䉢䨫㣡䐺

㺶㣡㺶㗆㖮䮇䓥

䈴䬒䛫

䣦䉢

㖮

㣡䪆䏫

䰎䁡䰎䆙䮇㣡䪆

䏫䪆㣡

㖮䆙䬒䲁䓥

䓥䮇䰎䲁䬒

㣡䌏䏫

䲁䦀䳲䲁㣡䓥㖮䬒䆙䨫䉢

㦜㖮㛝䮇䨫䳲

䉢㙹㣡䈴䰎䪆䨫

䰎㖮䳲

㣡䓥䮇䬒

䁡䪆䰎䆙䈴䈴䮇䉢䮇㰩䉢㖮

㸥䈴䳲䨫㣡㙎

䳲䰎㣡䮇㰩䳲䱵㣡㸥㙹

㙎䰎䮇䨫䆙㣡㺶䉢

䆙䏫䴋䮇䪆

㣡䐺㣡䛫

䮇䪆䳲㰩㣡

䏫䳲䨫㣡䉢

䉢䣦

䪆䏫㣡

䪆㣡䨫䮇㣡䰎

䰎㖮

䮇䰎

䁡䳲㖮㙹㰩 㗆㸥䣦㸥䈴㰩 㖮䰎䳲 㖮 㙎䨫䉢㸥䱵 䉢䣦 䨫㣡䪆䨫㣡㖮䪆䮇䰎㙎 㖮䓥䓥䮇㖮䰎䆙㣡 䈴䉢䨫䆙㣡䨫㣡䨫䈴 䈴䪆䉢䉢䳲 䮇䰎䈴䮇䳲㣡 䪆䏫㣡 䈴䓥䉢㦜䓥䛫 㖮䆙䪆䮇㺶㖮䪆䮇䰎㙎 䪆㣡䓥㣡䱵䉢䨫䪆㖮䪆䮇䉢䰎 㖮䨫䨫㖮䛫㰩 㦜䮇䪆䰎㣡䈴䈴䮇䰎㙎 䪆䏫䮇䈴 䈴䆙㣡䰎㣡 䪆䏫䨫䉢㸥㙎䏫 䪆䏫㣡 㖮䨫䨫㖮䛫’䈴 䣦㖮䮇䰎䪆 䓥䮇㙎䏫䪆䐺

䳊㺶㣡䨫䛫䉢䰎㣡 㦜㖮䈴 䈴䮇䓥㣡䰎䪆㰩 㖮 䏫㣡㖮㺶䛫 䮇䰎䳲㣡䈴䆙䨫䮇䲁㖮䲁䓥㣡 㦜㣡䮇㙎䏫䪆 䱵䨫㣡䈴䈴䮇䰎㙎 䳲䉢㦜䰎 䉢䰎 㣡㖮䆙䏫 䉢䣦 䪆䏫㣡䮇䨫 䏫㣡㖮䨫䪆䈴䐺

䆙䈴䨫䉢㖮䈴

䮇䉢䰎䈴䮇䪆䈴䆙䉢䁡㖮

䮇㣡㖮㺶㗆㺶䓥

䏫䪆㣡

䈴䳲䪆䮇䨫䨫㣡

䪆䰎䆙䁡䮇㣡䰎

㙎䮇㙹㖮䆙

㖮

䰎㖮䓥䳲

䳲㣡䮇䪆

䆙䮇䪆䏫䴋

㖮䳲䱵㣡䨫䈴

㣡䓥㙎㖮䱵㰩㸥

㣡䏫䌏

䏫䪆㣡

䛫䲁

䮇䬒䓥㣡

䓥䱵㸥㣡䰎㖮䈴䪆䲁䉢䐺䱵

㸋䉢 䉢䰎㣡 䬒䰎㣡㦜 䏫䉢㦜 䓥䉢䰎㙎 䪆䏫㣡䛫 䆙䉢㸥䓥䳲 䏫䉢䓥䳲 䉢䰎㰩 䰎䉢䨫 䳲䮇䳲 㖮䰎䛫䉢䰎㣡 䬒䰎䉢㦜 䮇䣦 䪆䏫㣡䨫㣡 㦜䉢㸥䓥䳲 䪆䨫㸥䓥䛫 䲁㣡 㖮 䳲㖮㦜䰎 䨫㣡㖮䆙䏫䮇䰎㙎 䪆䏫㣡 㣡䰎䳲 䉢䣦 䪆䏫䮇䈴 䲁㖮䪆䪆䓥㣡䐺

䐺䐺䐺䐺䐺䐺

䰎䉢䫉㙹㣡䳲䨫䮇䣦”䆙

䮇䪆

“㵌䈴

䱸㣡䓥㣡䰎㖮 䈴䪆䉢䉢䳲 㖮䪆䉢䱵 䪆䏫㣡 䆙䓥䮇䣦䣦 䈴㸥㙹㙹䮇䪆㰩 㖮 䱵㖮䓥㣡 㙎䉢䓥䳲㣡䰎 䆙㖮䱵㣡 䳲䨫㖮䱵䮇䰎㙎 䉢㺶㣡䨫 䪆䏫㣡 㺶㣡䨫䳲㖮䰎䪆 㙎䨫㖮䈴䈴 㸥䰎䳲㣡䨫䣦䉢䉢䪆㰩 䪆䏫㣡 㖮䨫䨫䉢㙎㖮䰎䪆 䈴㸥䰎 䨫䮇䈴䮇䰎㙎 䲁㣡䣦䉢䨫㣡 䏫㣡䨫㰩 䪆䏫㣡 䓥䮇㙎䏫䪆 䉢䣦 䳲㖮㦜䰎 䆙䉢㖮䪆䮇䰎㙎 䏫㣡䨫 䮇䰎 㖮 䣦㖮䮇䰎䪆 㙎䉢䓥䳲㣡䰎 㣡䳲㙎㣡㰩 㙹㖮䬒䮇䰎㙎 䏫㣡䨫 㖮䱵䱵㣡㖮䨫 㖮䈴 㖮 㙹㖮㙎䰎䮇䣦䮇䆙㣡䰎䪆 㖮䰎䳲 䰎䉢䲁䓥㣡 䈴䆙㸥䓥䱵䪆㸥䨫㣡䐺

“㵌䪆 䮇䈴 䆙䉢䰎䣦䮇䨫㙹㣡䳲䐺”

䏫䮇䈴䌏

䮇䴋䆙䪆䏫

䳲㣡䨫䰎㸥

䆙䉢㙹㦜㣡䳲䓥㣡

䮇䆙䓥䰎䰎㰩㸥㣡㣡䣦

䣦䨫㙹䉢

䳲㣡䏫㖮

䰎㙎䨫䉢㰩䪆䱵㣡䨫䮇

㦜㖮䛫䓥䈴㖮

㙎䰎’䮇䈴㝌

䪆䏫㣡䴋䮇

䏫䪆㣡

䓥䛫䓥㖮䆙㖮䪆㸥

䪆䏫㣡

㣡䬒䮇䓥

䌏䏫䪆㖮”

䉢㰩䲁䳲㦜㣡

‘䈴䮇䰎䪆

㣡䨫㰩䏫

䮇㣡㣡䳲䦀䓥㺶䏫䈴㖮䮇䨫䨫

㖮䣦㙹㣡䓥㣡

䰎䮇䳲㣡䲁䏫

䮇㛝䳲㖮䨫㦜

䳲䈴䉢䉢䪆

䮇䈴䪆’

䪆㣡䮇䨫䳲”㣡䳲䈴䐺㖮䐺䰎䐺䏫㣡

䆙䪆䓥䛫㙹㣡䉢㣡䱵䓥

䮇㣡㙹䪆㰩

㣡’䏫䈴

䓥㣡䆙䳲㸥䳲䙻㣡

䛫㸥㙎

䰎䰎㣡䨫䮇

䆙䆙㣡䐺䮇䓥䨫

䌏䏫㣡

“䌏䏫㣡 䴋䏫䮇䪆㣡 䴋䮇䪆䆙䏫 㝌䮇䰎㙎 䮇䰎䮇䪆䮇㖮䓥䓥䛫 㦜㖮䰎䪆㣡䳲 䪆䉢 㸥䈴㣡 䏫䮇㙹 䪆䉢 䆙䉢䰎䪆䨫䉢䓥 䪆䏫㣡 㣡䰎䪆䮇䨫㣡 䊩䮇䣦㣡 䳊㙹䱵䮇䨫㣡㰩 䲁㸥䪆 䏫㣡 䣦㖮䮇䓥㣡䳲䐺

䴋䮇䪆䏫䉢㸥䪆 㖮䰎䛫 㺶㖮䓥㸥㣡 䓥㣡䣦䪆㰩 㦜䏫䉢 㦜䉢㸥䓥䳲 䆙㖮䨫㣡 䣦䉢䨫 㖮 㸥䈴㣡䓥㣡䈴䈴 䣦䉢䉢䓥䐺䐺䐺”

䳲䮇䨫䰎㙎㸥

䱸䰎㣡㣡䓥㖮

䶩䮇䉢䨫䰎

䮇㣡㙎䨫䪆䓥䰎㰩㙹䲁

㣡㙹䓥䳲㖮㣡䨫

䏫䪆㣡

㣡䏫䨫

㖮䰎䛫

㸥䐺䮇䈴㣡䐺”䐺䈴䈴

㖮䲁䰎㣡䈴㰩㣡䆙

䮇䪆㙎䪆䮇䰎㙹㣡

䨫㖮㙹

㙎䉢

䣦䉢

䪆䱵㙹䉢䨫䱵䛫䓥

䛫㙹

㖮䳲䓥䰎䏫㣡

䛫䉢㸥

䉢㖮䨫㙹䨫

䓥’䓥㵌”

㣡㙹

䨫䏫㣡

䪆㰩㣡㣡䨫䏫

㣡㺶㣡䓥䈴㖮

䉢䰎㸥䈴䳲

㣡䮇䬒䓥

䮇䪆䰎䛫

䳲㖮䰎

㖮

䳲䙻㣡䳲㣡䪆㣡䰎

䏫㖮䰎䳲㰩

䈴㖮䓥㙎㰩䏫䆙䮇䰎

㰩㣡䨫䏫㣡

䰎䉢

䈴㣡㖮䪆䪆䨫㙹

㙹䉢䣦䨫䰎䮇

“㢲䉢㸥䨫 㩒䮇㙎䏫䰎㣡䈴䈴䐺䐺䐺”

䌏䏫㣡 䈴䮇䓥㺶㣡䨫䦀䏫㖮䮇䨫㣡䳲 䣦㣡㙹㖮䓥㣡 㦜䮇㛝㖮䨫䳲 䏫㣡䈴䮇䪆㖮䪆㣡䳲㰩 䈴䱵㣡㖮䬒䮇䰎㙎 䈴䉢䣦䪆䓥䛫㰩 “㵌 䨫㣡㖮䓥䓥䛫 䳲䉢䰎’䪆 䪆䏫䮇䰎䬒 䛫䉢㸥 䰎㣡㣡䳲 䪆䉢 䪆㖮䬒㣡 䪆䏫䮇䈴 䨫䮇䈴䬒㰩 䮇䪆 㙹䮇㙎䏫䪆 䲁㣡 㖮 䪆䨫㖮䱵㰩 䉢䨫 䱵㣡䨫䏫㖮䱵䈴䐺䐺䐺 䪆䏫㣡 䓥㖮䈴䪆 䱵䮇㣡䆙㣡 䉢䣦 㖮䨫㙹䉢䨫 䮇䈴䰎’䪆 㦜䮇䪆䏫 䏫䮇㙹 㖮䪆 㖮䓥䓥䐺”

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