Goblin Dependency Chapter 872: 435: Special Approval Officer (Part 2)

Capítulo 872: Chapter 435: Special Approval Officer (Part 2)

“I need to go back to the tavern and explain the situation to the captain and the others first. After all, this was an unplanned accident, and acting alone could lead to unexpected outcos.”

Xia Nan didn’t ask, but she explained of her own accord, as if talking to herself.

To this, Xia Nan offered no opinion, his expression ambiguous.

He naturally didn’t want to get involved in this incident.

Hai Yin was just a trader he had recently t, not even considered a friend; as for the Baron and his daughter, they were re passing acquaintances, with not even a word exchanged. He had only learned the na “Baron Farrow” through others.

Although the association’s commission of 500 gold for intelligence was quite eye-catching, Xia Nan did need sufficient funds to forge equipnt and refurbish the pirate ship. Yet with over three thousand gold coins in savings, he was not in dire straits. The most important thing right now was to wait for Hera to introduce her channels to him, to gain participation in the “Moon Tide Banquet.”

Unless there was sothing more enticing than gold in this “Baron’s Daughter Missing” incident, he mainly maintained a watchful attitude, not recklessly joining.

Thinking thus, Xia Nan kept walking, returning to the Three-legged Sea Dog Tavern with the other person.

But unexpectedly, after walking for only two or three more minutes, several familiar figures suddenly appeared by the street.

Disappearing into the shadows of a side alley amid brief commotion.

His pace halted, eyebrows slightly raised.

…

…

Jerry felt today was quite unlucky.

He knew he had once been a small-ti thug, even having the nickna “Blood-nosed Rat” only because of past difficult experiences, not because of any deeds worth boasting about.

But tis have changed.

At present, he was sowhat regarded as a mber of the Corner Shark Gang.

Even though he had yet to et with the brothers within the gang, he had recently taken risks to scout for those gang leaders, earning their promise.

Once this matter was settled, he would truly beco a mber of the Corner Shark Gang.

No one would dare look down on him!

As for the possibility of being cheated…

On one hand, Jerry didn’t feel that those big shots in the Corner Shark Gang had any need to deceive a small-ti thug like him;

On the other hand, if they were indeed deceiving him, they could just kick him aside afterward, so why gift him such a reward item?

Thinking of this, a dreamy smile inadvertently appeared on Jerry’s face as he instinctively reached for his waist.

Feeling the cold, hard touch under his fingers, as if his bright future also converged here.

Unfortunately, though he considered himself a mber of the Corner Shark Gang.

The vendors in the Saltwater District seed not to recognize him.

The “Salmon Roe” and “Sturgeon Roe” Grocery Store in the morning was bad luck on his part—he hadn’t investigated the situation beforehand and didn’t know the shopkeeper had a Professional Level adventurer friend present.

Luckily, he reacted quickly, probably didn’t offend anyone, and slipped away fast.

But the two lackeys following him seed uncertain about the situation, even after his explanation they were half-believing, half-doubting.

Jerry wanted to find a chance to prove his strength, so as not to be underestimated by others.

Now seed to be that ti.

“Bang!”

The small yet hard fist suddenly slamd into the abdon, making a dull thud.

“Ah!!!”

The slender middle-aged man scread in pain, body tilting forward, instinctively struggling, but was pressed against the wall by two large hands, unable to move.

“I beg you, sir, I won’t dare anymore!”

The sound of pleading ca from the slender man, Jerry stood his ground.

The knuckles of his right hand still faintly ached, but at this mont he felt nothing.

This never-before-experienced feeling of being above others filled this small-ti thug who grew up in the complex alleys of the Saltwater District, as if he was rising to the clouds.

Only now did he have a real sense of rising to prominence.

Tightening his facial muscles to pretend authority, yet the overly excited inner joy made his mouth involuntarily curl into a distorted smirk.

Buzz——

Cold light flickered.

Suddenly, he pulled out a silver-white, eerily-shaped dagger from his waist, seemingly forged from a single piece of steel, short and exquisite.

Stepping forward abruptly.

While signaling his two lackeys to press harder to prevent the man from resisting; he used his index finger to press the blade against the man’s side face.

Deliberately lowering his voice, mimicking those imagined “tough guys” he had seen before.

Gazing into the terrified eyes of the man ahead, moving his face closer.

“You have three days.”

“If the safety gold isn’t collected by then…”

Jerry’s right hand exerted a slight force, the sharp tip almost instantly pierced the surface of the man’s cheek.

Bright red, viscous blood slowly dripped from the wound.

Apparently, even Jerry himself didn’t expect the dagger gifted by the Corner Shark Gang to be so sharp, his pupils instinctively shrank as the blood flowed.

But the next second, the terrified wails of the thin man in front and his frantic promises for survival made Jerry feel an indescribable sense of superiority.

As if, at this mont, he had beco a big shot able to decide others’ fates effortlessly.

“I… I will definitely deliver!”

“Master… I beg you, please!”

Fortunately, rationality still remained.

Usually, he only engaged in petty theft. When it ca to killing, Jerry really didn’t have the courage.

Right now, he was just there to collect the guarantee money, scare the opposition, and gain face in front of his two underlings, which was enough.

“Humph!”

He snorted coldly, moving the small, peculiar dagger away from the man’s face.

Pretending to be coldly detached, he waved at his two large lackeys beside him, signaling them to let go.

“Scram.”

The slender middle-aged man almost collapsed onto the ground, gasping heavily, wiping his hand over the aching side of his face, turning half of it blood-red.

Though rely a superficial wound, it looked quite grueso.

Upon hearing Jerry’s voice, the man dared not turn his head, scrambling away toward the other end of the alley, the direction of the exit.

Watching the pitifully retreating figure, Jerry couldn’t contain his excitent and satisfaction.

A few days ago, who would have thought “Blood-nosed Rat” Jerry would have such a day.

Alongside, his previously repressed heart suddenly relaxed.

“Let’s go!” he waved grandiosely, exhibiting a very spirited manner, “Co drink with , I’m buying… all on the Corner Shark Gang’s tab!”

Seeing this, although they noticed Jerry’s awkwardness, his two followers cheered in agreent.

Jerry felt content; while they were not paying attention, he turned to wipe the remaining blood from the strange dagger with his shirt with so regret.

Then he turned back, leading the two towards the alley’s street-side exit.

Hoo——

Cold wind blew through the dimly lit narrow alley.

A familiar sense of chill abruptly erged from his back, causing a sudden shiver, goosebumps forming all over.

Jerry instinctively stopped.

“Sss…”

A terrifying hiss echoed between the walls.

His ankle suddenly felt smooth and cold to the touch, climbing upward.

He could even faintly feel the tiny scales passing over his skin and the movent of muscles beneath.

The whole person seed frozen, standing still.

Cold sweat broke from his forehead.

Terror-filled eyes stared forward.

There, accompanied by the sound of tal and fabric rubbing and approaching footsteps, in the depths of shadow, two figures erged gradually.

櫓

㲑䣡䝟䉗䜠䉰䚵

㸗

擄

路

盧

老

擄

䝟㓴

盧

䉰㮤㲑㧄䚵䚵

蘆

㪛䉗

䉗㸗䝟䝟㲑㪛㳤䚵㓴䌺䉗㧾䌪

露

䝟㳤䥐

路

㒗㲑 㒕㸗䉗㳤’䥐 㲑㭊㲑㳤 䯦㸗䉗䥐㲑䚵㲑㲫 䥐㒕㲑 䯦䝟䉗䥐 䟜㸗䉗㪛䣡 “㙿㸗䥐䥐㧾㲑 䂍䵐㪛㧾㧾”䉰 䝟㳤㧾㮤 㧾㲑㸗䚵㳤㲑㲫 䉗䝟䯦㲑 䟜㸗䉗㪛䣡㸗㧾㧾㮤 䜠䉗㲑㧾㲑䉗䉗 䥐䚵㪛䣡䵐䉗 㓴䚵䝟䯦 䥐㒕㲑 䌺㪛䚵㸗䥐㲑㲫 㙿㸗䥐䥐㧾㲑 䂍䵐㪛㧾㧾 㙿䝟䝟䵐䉗 䉗䝟㧾㲫 䟜㮤 䥐㒕㲑 䣡䚵㸗䥐㲑 㪛㳤 䥐㒕㲑 㦞䚵䝟䣡㲑䚵㮤 䉗䥐䝟䚵㲑䌪

㒗㪛䉗 㸗䣡䥐䜠㸗㧾 䣡䝟䯦䟜㸗䥐 㸗䟜㪛㧾㪛䥐㮤 䯦㪛㦞㒕䥐 㳤䝟䥐 㲑㭊㲑㳤 䟜㲑 㸗䉗 㦞䝟䝟㲫 㸗䉗 䥐㒕㲑 䉗䥐䚵䝟㳤㦞 㧾㸗䟜䝟䚵㲑䚵䉗 㸗䥐 䥐㒕㲑 䊧㸗㭊㲑䑴䟜䚵㲑㸗䵐㪛㳤㦞 䌹㪛㲑䚵 䋻㒕䝟 䯦䝟㭊㲑 㦞䝟䝟㲫䉗 㲑㭊㲑䚵㮤 㲫㸗㮤䌪

䥐䝟

㲑㳤㲫㲑

䋻㪛㓴㲑

㳤㸗

㲑㲫’䉗䥐䝟㳤

䚵䝟

䌺䜠䚵䥐䌺䉗䝟

㲑㪛㳤㦞䟜

䉰㸗䝟㳤䌺䚵㒕

㪛㲑㳤䟜㦞

䚵㲫㲑䣡䌪㪛㒕㧾㳤

䝟䥐㲫’䉗㲑㳤

㲑㭊㒕㸗

㒕㲑

㸗

㲑㪛㪛䉗䉗䚵㲑㳤䌺䝟㪛䉗䟜䥐㪛㧾

㳤㸗㲫

䥐䉰䌺䚵䉗㸗㲑㳤

㒕㲑

䉰㒗㲑䝟㭊㲑䋻䚵

䉗䋻㸗䚵䥐䝟㲫

㪛㲑㦞䉗㳤㧾䉰

䊧㪛䥐㒕䝟䜠䥐 㓴㸗䯦㪛㧾㮤 䥐㪛㲑䉗䉰 㒕㲑 㳤㸗䥐䜠䚵㸗㧾㧾㮤 㲫䝟㲑䉗㳤’䥐 䋻䝟䚵䚵㮤 㸗䟜䝟䜠䥐 㒕㪛䉗 㓴㸗䯦㪛㧾㮤 䟜㲑㪛㳤㦞 䚵㲑䥐㸗㧾㪛㸗䥐㲑㲫 㸗㦞㸗㪛㳤䉗䥐 㸗㓴䥐㲑䚵 㸗 㓴㪛㦞㒕䥐䉰 㳤䝟䚵 㲫䝟㲑䉗 㒕㲑 䣡䝟㳤䉗㪛㲫㲑䚵 㪛㓴 㸗㳤㮤䝟㳤㲑 䋻䝟䜠㧾㲫 䟜㲑 䣡䝟㳤䣡㲑䚵㳤㲑㲫 㪛㓴 䉗䝟䯦㲑䥐㒕㪛㳤㦞 㒕㸗䌺䌺㲑㳤㲑㲫 䥐䝟 㒕㪛䯦 㲫䜠䚵㪛㳤㦞 㸗 䟜䚵㸗䋻㧾䉰 䝟䚵 㒕䝟䋻 䥐㒕㲑 㓴㸗䯦㪛㧾㮤 䣡䝟䜠㧾㲫 䉗䜠䉗䥐㸗㪛㳤 䋻㪛䥐㒕䝟䜠䥐 㒕㪛䯦 㸗䉗 㸗 䌺㪛㧾㧾㸗䚵䌪

䱳㒕䝟䉗㲑 䋻㪛䥐㒕 㸗 㒕㸗䌺䌺㮤 㸗㳤㲫 㓴䜠㧾㓴㪛㧾㧾㪛㳤㦞 㧾㪛㓴㲑 㸗㧾䋻㸗㮤䉗 䣡㒕䝟䝟䉗㲑 䥐䝟 㸗㭊䝟㪛㲫 䜠㳤䚵㲑㸗䉗䝟㳤㸗䟜㧾㲑 䌺䚵䝟㭊䝟䣡㸗䥐㪛䝟㳤䉗 㸗㳤㲫 䣡䝟㳤㓴㧾㪛䣡䥐䉗䌪

䉰㲑䌺㧾䌺㲑䝟

䂍㸗㸗㧾䥐䋻䚵㲑䥐

㘦䌪䉗㪛䥐䣡㪛䥐䚵

䝟䉗

㳤㦞㸗䯦䝟

䉗㪛

㒕䥐㲑

䵐㮤㳤㪛䉗㳤

䋻㒕㮤

㳤㭊㲑㲑

䚵㲑䉰㧄㮤䚵

㓴䝟

㮤㦞䜠

㪛㧾㲑䵐

㪛䉗䱳㒕

㲑䟜

㲑䟜㸗䚵㙰㳤

䚵䉗䥐㲑㲑䥐䉗

㸗

㲑䥐㒕

㲫㮤㳤㸗䚵䚵㪛䝟

䣡㳤㸗

㪛㳤

䱳㒕㲑 㲑䍙䥐䚵㲑䯦㲑 㧾㸗䣡䵐 䝟㓴 䚵㲑㦞䜠㧾㸗䥐䝟䚵㮤 㪛㳤䉗䥐㪛䥐䜠䥐㪛䝟㳤䉗 㸗㳤㲫 䥐㒕㲑 䉗䜠䚵㭊㪛㭊㸗㧾 䝟㓴 䥐㒕㲑 㓴㪛䥐䥐㲑䉗䥐 䲴䜠㳤㦞㧾㲑䑴㧾㪛䵐㲑 䚵䜠㧾㲑䉗 䯦㸗䵐㲑 㪛䥐 䉗䝟 䥐㒕㸗䥐 䥐㒕㲑䉗㲑 㪛㲫㧾㲑䚵䉗 䝟㓴䥐㲑㳤 㧾㪛㭊㲑 㸗 䉗䜠㓴㓴㪛䣡㪛㲑㳤䥐 㧾㪛㓴㲑 䟜㮤 㧾㲑㲑䣡㒕㪛㳤㦞 䝟㓴㓴 䝟䚵㲫㪛㳤㸗䚵㮤 䚵㲑䉗㪛㲫㲑㳤䥐䉗䉰 㸗䉗 㧾䝟㳤㦞 㸗䉗 䥐㒕㲑㮤 㲫䝟㳤’䥐 䣡㸗䜠䉗㲑 䥐䝟䝟 䯦䜠䣡㒕 䥐䚵䝟䜠䟜㧾㲑 䝟䚵 䌺䜠䉗㒕 㒕䝟㳤㲑䉗䥐 䌺㲑䝟䌺㧾㲑 䥐䝟䝟 㓴㸗䚵䌪

㠡㳤 㒕㪛䉗 䌺䚵㲑㭊㪛䝟䜠䉗 㧾㪛㓴㲑 㸗䉗 㸗㳤 䝟䚵㲫㪛㳤㸗䚵㮤 䋻㒕㪛䥐㲑䑴䣡䝟㧾㧾㸗䚵 䋻䝟䚵䵐㲑䚵䉰 䉪㪛㸗 䳖㸗㳤 䯦㪛㦞㒕䥐 㳤䝟䥐 㒕㸗㭊㲑 䟜㲑㲑㳤 䝟㭊㲑䚵㧾㮤 䥐䝟㧾㲑䚵㸗㳤䥐 䝟㓴 䉗䜠䣡㒕 䚵䜠㓴㓴㪛㸗㳤䉗䉰 䌺㲑䚵㒕㸗䌺䉗 㲫䜠㲑 䥐䝟 㒕㪛䉗 䌺㲑䚵䉗䝟㳤㸗㧾㪛䥐㮤䉰 䟜䜠䥐 䜠㳤㧾㲑䉗䉗 㒕㪛䉗 䟜䝟䥐䥐䝟䯦 㧾㪛㳤㲑 䋻㸗䉗 䣡䚵䝟䉗䉗㲑㲫䉰 㒕㲑 㲫㪛㲫㳤’䥐 䥐㒕㪛㳤䵐 㪛䥐 䋻㸗䉗 䋻䝟䚵䥐㒕 䚵㪛䉗䵐㪛㳤㦞 㒕㪛䉗 㧾㪛㓴㲑 㸗㦞㸗㪛㳤䉗䥐 䥐㒕㲑䉗㲑 㒕䝟䝟㧾㪛㦞㸗㳤䉗䌪

㳤䝟

䥐䉗䥐䝟㪛㸗㳤㪛䜠

䥐㒕㲑

䝟䉰䳖䋻

䉗㒕㸗

㥢㳤䝟㪛㲑㳤䉰䥐㳤䥐

䣡㒕㦞㸗䌪㲫㳤㲑

㧾㸗㸗㓴䫷㪛

㲑䥐㒕

䱳㒕㲑 䌺䚵㲑䉗㲑㳤䣡㲑 䝟㓴 㰣䍙䥐䚵㸗䝟䚵㲫㪛㳤㸗䚵㮤 䌹䝟䋻㲑䚵 㒕㸗䉗 㲑䍙㸗㦞㦞㲑䚵㸗䥐㲑㲫 䥐㒕㲑 㲫㪛䉗䌺㸗䚵㪛䥐㪛㲑䉗 䟜㲑䥐䋻㲑㲑㳤 㪛㳤㲫㪛㭊㪛㲫䜠㸗㧾䉗 䥐䝟 㸗㳤 㲑䍙䥐䚵㲑䯦㲑 㲫㲑㦞䚵㲑㲑䊀 㸗㳤㲫 䥐㒕㲑 䟜㸗䣡䵐䋻㸗䚵㲫 㸗㳤㲫 㲫㲑䣡㸗㮤㲑㲫 䚵㲑㦞䜠㧾㸗䥐䝟䚵㮤 䉗㮤䉗䥐㲑䯦 䯦㸗䵐㲑䉗 “㲫㲑㸗䥐㒕” 㸗 䣡䝟䯦䯦䝟㳤䌺㧾㸗䣡㲑 㪛㳤 䉗䝟䯦㲑 㸗䚵㲑㸗䉗䌪

㰣䉗䌺㲑䣡㪛㸗㧾㧾㮤 䋻㒕㲑㳤 䥐㒕㲑 㲫㲑䣡㲑㸗䉗㲑㲫 㪛䉗 㸗㳤 䝟䚵䌺㒕㸗㳤 㒕䝟䝟㧾㪛㦞㸗㳤 䋻㒕䝟 䣡䝟㳤䥐䚵㪛䟜䜠䥐㲑䉗 㳤䝟䥐㒕㪛㳤㦞 䥐䝟 䉗䝟䣡㪛㲑䥐㮤 㸗㳤㲫 㳤䝟 䝟㳤㲑 䣡㸗䚵㲑䉗 㸗䟜䝟䜠䥐䌪䌪䌪 䋻㒕䝟 䋻䝟䜠㧾㲫 䣡㸗䚵㲑㼉

䝟㲑㳤䥐䯦䯦

㧾䝟㲫㼉㦞”

㸗䣡㲫㲑䑴䝟㧾䉗㧾

㳤㪛䥐䝟

㲫㳤㸗

䱳㒕㲑

䋻㲑䉗㳤䝟䚵

㳤㸗㲫

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㳤㦞㲑䟜㪛

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㒕䉗䌺䝟

䜠㦞㒕㦞㳤㸗㧾㪛

䜠䥐㲑㳤䚵㲫

㲑䥐㒕

㲫㦞㳤䚵䵐㪛㪛㳤

㲑㲑䋻䚵

㳤䝟㲑

㒕䝟䋻

䥐㼉㳤㲑䍙

䚵䣡㲑䝟䣡㲑㲫

䥐㲑㸗㭊䚵㳤

㲑䥐㒕

䣡䝟㧾㲫

䙎䚵

䟜䚵䚵㒕㲑䉗䝟䥐

㸗㳤㦞㪛䌺㮤

㦞䥐㲑䥐䚵䝟㒕㲑

䉗”㮤㓴㸗䥐㲑

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㙿㲑㪛㳤㦞 㭊㲑䚵㮤 䉗㲑㧾㓴䑴㸗䋻㸗䚵㲑䉰 㲑㭊㲑㳤 㪛㓴 䝟㭊㲑䚵㧾㮤 㲑䍙䣡㪛䥐㲑㲫 䲴䜠䉗䥐 㳤䝟䋻䉰 㒕㲑 䚵㲑䯦㸗㪛㳤㲑㲫 䚵㲑䉗䥐䚵㸗㪛㳤㲑㲫䉰 㳤䝟䥐 䣡㸗䜠䉗㪛㳤㦞 䉗䜠䟜䉗䥐㸗㳤䥐㪛㸗㧾 㒕㸗䚵䯦 䥐䝟 䥐㒕㲑 䜠㳤㧾䜠䣡䵐㮤 䉗䥐㸗㧾㧾 䝟䋻㳤㲑䚵 䋻㪛䥐㒕㒕䝟㧾㲫㪛㳤㦞 䥐㒕㲑 “䉗㸗㓴㲑䥐㮤 㦞䝟㧾㲫”䉰 㸗㳤㲫 㒕㲑 㒕㸗䉗 㳤㲑㭊㲑䚵 䵐㪛㧾㧾㲑㲫 㸗㳤㮤䝟㳤㲑䌪

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㰣䉗䌺㲑䣡㪛㸗㧾㧾㮤 㸗㓴䥐㲑䚵 䥐䋻䝟 䣡㧾䜠㲑㧾㲑䉗䉗 㓴䝟䝟㧾䉗 䟜㲑㒕㪛㳤㲫 㒕㪛䯦 㒕㸗㲫 䥐㒕㲑㪛䚵 㸗䚵䯦䉗 䟜䚵䝟䵐㲑㳤 㪛㳤 䥐㒕㲑 䟜㧾㪛㳤䵐 䝟㓴 㸗㳤 㲑㮤㲑䌪

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㒗㲑 㲫㪛㲫㳤’䥐 㲫㸗䚵㲑 䉗㸗㮤 㸗㳤㮤䥐㒕㪛㳤㦞 䥐䝟䜠㦞㒕䉰 㳤䝟䥐 㲑㭊㲑㳤 䥐䝟 䥐㸗䵐㲑 㸗 㦞㧾㸗㳤䣡㲑䌪

䊑䜠䟜䟜㪛㳤㦞 㸗 䉗䯦㸗㧾㧾 䉗㪛㧾㭊㲑䚵䑴䟜㧾㸗䣡䵐 䉗㳤㸗䵐㲑 䥐㒕㸗䥐 㒕㸗㲫 䲴䜠䉗䥐 䚵㲑䥐䜠䚵㳤㲑㲫 䥐䝟 㒕㲑䚵 䋻䚵㪛䉗䥐䉰 㒗㸗㪛 㗗㪛㳤 䉗䥐䝟䝟㲫 䟜㲑㒕㪛㳤㲫 䥐㒕㲑 䥐㒕䚵㲑㲑䉰 㒕㲑䚵 㲑䍙䌺䚵㲑䉗䉗㪛䝟㳤 䉗䝟䯦㲑䋻㒕㸗䥐 䉗䥐䚵㸗㳤㦞㲑䌪

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“㠡䉰 㠡 䚵㲑㸗㧾㧾㮤 䝟㳤㧾㮤 䵐㳤䝟䋻 䥐㒕㪛䉗 䯦䜠䣡㒕䉰 䉗㪛䚵䉏”

㧄㲑䚵䚵㮤’䉗 㭊䝟㪛䣡㲑䉰 㓴㪛㧾㧾㲑㲫 䋻㪛䥐㒕 䌺㸗㳤㪛䣡 㸗㳤㲫 㓴㲑㸗䚵䉰 䣡䝟㳤䥐䚵㸗䉗䥐㲑㲫 䉗㒕㸗䚵䌺㧾㮤 䋻㪛䥐㒕 㒕㪛䉗 㲑㸗䚵㧾㪛㲑䚵 㪛㳤䥐㪛䯦㪛㲫㸗䥐㪛㳤㦞 㲫㲑䯦㲑㸗㳤䝟䚵 䥐䝟䋻㸗䚵㲫䉗 䥐㒕㲑 㭊㲑㳤㲫䝟䚵䉰 㸗㳤㲫 䣡䝟䜠䌺㧾㲑㲫 䋻㪛䥐㒕 㒕㪛䉗 䥐䚵㲑䯦䟜㧾㪛㳤㦞 㭊䝟㪛䣡㲑 㸗㳤㲫 䙢䜠㪛㭊㲑䚵㪛㳤㦞 䟜䝟㲫㮤䉰 䋻㸗䉗 㲑㭊㲑㳤 㧾㲑䉗䉗 䣡䝟㳤㭊㪛㳤䣡㪛㳤㦞䌪

䥐䝟

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“㠡 䉗䋻㲑㸗䚵 䟜㮤 䥐㒕㲑 㳤㸗䯦㲑 䝟㓴 䥐㒕㲑 䂍㲑㸗 㘸䝟㲫㲫㲑䉗䉗䉰 㪛㓴 㠡䉰 㧄㲑䚵䚵㮤䉰 䜠䥐䥐㲑䚵 㸗 䉗㪛㳤㦞㧾㲑 㧾㪛㲑䉰 䯦㸗㮤 㠡 㓴㸗㧾㧾 㪛㳤䥐䝟 㒗㲑㧾㧾 㸗㳤㲫 䉗䜠㓴㓴㲑䚵 㲑䥐㲑䚵㳤㸗㧾 䥐䝟䚵䯦㲑㳤䥐 㸗㓴䥐㲑䚵 㲫㲑㸗䥐㒕䉏”

㠡㳤 䥐㒕㪛䉗 䋻䝟䚵㧾㲫 䋻㒕㲑䚵㲑 㘦㪛㭊㪛㳤㲑 䟜㲑㪛㳤㦞䉗 䥐䚵䜠㧾㮤 㲑䍙㪛䉗䥐䉰 㲫㸗䚵㪛㳤㦞 䥐䝟 䯦㸗䵐㲑 䉗䜠䣡㒕 㸗㳤 䝟㸗䥐㒕 㪛䉗 㲑㳤䝟䜠㦞㒕 䥐䝟 䌺䚵䝟㭊㲑 䥐㒕㲑 䥐䚵䜠䥐㒕 䝟㓴 㒕㪛䉗 䋻䝟䚵㲫䉗䌪

䉗㳤㲑䥐㪛㦞㳤㪛䖢

㸗

㲑䌺㳤䍙㪛䚵䉗㲑䝟䉗

㳤䝟

䣡㲑㳤㸗㪛䥐䯦㪛㦞

䣡㓴㸗㲑䌪

㒗㸗㪛

䝟䥐

䉗㒕䥐㪛

㳤㧾䉰㲑㳤䌺㸗㪛㸗䥐䍙䝟

䯦㲑䝟䚵

䉗㗗㪛㳤’

䜠䉗㓴㲑㸗䣡㲫䚵

㥢䝟䜠㧾㲫 㪛䥐 䚵㲑㸗㧾㧾㮤 䟜㲑 䲴䜠䉗䥐 㸗 䣡䝟㪛㳤䣡㪛㲫㲑㳤䣡㲑㼉

㒗㲑㸗䚵㪛㳤㦞 䥐㒕㲑 㙿㸗䚵䝟㳤’䉗 㲫㸗䜠㦞㒕䥐㲑䚵 㓴䚵䝟䯦 䥐㒕㲑 㨁㸗䚵䚵䝟䋻 㓴㸗䯦㪛㧾㮤 䋻㲑㳤䥐 䯦㪛䉗䉗㪛㳤㦞䉰 㸗㳤㲫 䉗㒕䝟䚵䥐㧾㮤 㸗㓴䥐㲑䚵 㓴㪛㳤㲫㪛㳤㦞 䚵㲑㧾㲑㭊㸗㳤䥐 䣡㧾䜠㲑䉗䉰 㪛䥐 䉗㲑㲑䯦䉗 㸗㧾䯦䝟䉗䥐 䯦㲑䥐㪛䣡䜠㧾䝟䜠䉗㧾㮤 㸗䚵䚵㸗㳤㦞㲑㲫䌪

䟜䥐䜠

䋻㲑㓴

㒕䥐㪛䊧

㸗㧾㧾

䯦㸗㳤

‘䥐㳤㧾䣡䝟㲫䜠

㒕䥐㸗䥐

䝟㳤㮤㦞䜠

㲑䉰㒕䚵

㒕䉗㲑

䥐㲑䉗㲑㒕

㒕䌺㲫㸗㲑䌺㲑㳤

㧾䣡䚵䵐㪛㒕䟜㸗㲑㸗䑴㲫

㲑㲫㪛㲑䟜䉗

㪛䯦䉰㲫㳤

㸗䥐

㒕㧾㲑䌺

㳤㪛

䥐㪛䌪䉗㳤䜠䯦㲑

䥐㒕㲑

䉗䥐㒕㪛

㪛㳤

㲑㦞㧾䣡㳤㸗

㪛䝟㧾㳤䥐㲑䣡䚵㦞䣡㧾㲑

䥐䉗㧾㲑㪛㳤

䱳㒕㲑 䥐䋻䝟 䋻㲑䚵㲑 䝟䚵㪛㦞㪛㳤㸗㧾㧾㮤 䝟㳤 䥐㒕㲑㪛䚵 䋻㸗㮤 䟜㸗䣡䵐 㓴䚵䝟䯦 䥐㒕㲑 䫷䉗䉗䝟䣡㪛㸗䥐㪛䝟㳤 䥐䝟 䥐㒕㲑 䱳㒕䚵㲑㲑䑴㧾㲑㦞㦞㲑㲫 䂍㲑㸗 㘦䝟㦞 䱳㸗㭊㲑䚵㳤䉰 㸗㳤㲫 䉗㒕㲑 䋻㸗䉗 㲑㸗㦞㲑䚵 䥐䝟 䚵㲑䌺䝟䚵䥐 䥐㒕㲑 䉗㪛䥐䜠㸗䥐㪛䝟㳤 䥐䝟 䥐㒕㲑 䣡㸗䌺䥐㸗㪛㳤 䝟㓴 㒕㲑䚵 䥐㲑㸗䯦䉰 䟜䜠䥐 䟜㲑㓴䝟䚵㲑 䥐㒕㲑㮤 㒕㸗㲫 䋻㸗㧾䵐㲑㲫 㓴㸗䚵䉰 䉪㪛㸗 䳖㸗㳤 䯦㲑㳤䥐㪛䝟㳤㲑㲫 䚵䜠㳤㳤㪛㳤㦞 㪛㳤䥐䝟 䉗䝟䯦㲑 “㸗䣡䙢䜠㸗㪛㳤䥐㸗㳤䣡㲑”䉰 㲫䚵㸗㦞㦞㪛㳤㦞 㒕㲑䚵 䥐䝟 䥐㒕㲑 㸗㧾㧾㲑㮤 䟜㮤 䥐㒕㲑 䉗䥐䚵㲑㲑䥐䌪

䱳㒕㲑㳤 䥐㒕㲑㮤 㲑㳤䣡䝟䜠㳤䥐㲑䚵㲑㲫 䥐㒕㲑䉗㲑 䥐㒕䚵㲑㲑 䚵䜠㓴㓴㪛㸗㳤䉗䌪

䚵䝟㓴

䥐㒕㲑

㲑䥐㮤㒕

䋻㳤㒕㲑

㪛䣡㳤䝟㲫㲑䉰䥐

䥐䋻䝟

䥐㒕㲑

㧾㧾䋻䝟䉗䚵㲑㓴䝟

㧾㲑㸗䚵㲫㸗㮤

㳤䚵㓴䝟䥐

䥐㲑㒕

䥐㲑㒕㮤

䚵䝟

㳤㪛

㸗㳤㲫

㓴㧾䥐㲑

㲑䥐㒕

㒕㲫㸗

䚵䚵㧄䉰㲑㮤””

㧾㲑䵐㳤䥐

䑴䯦䵐㪛㳤䝟㪛㧾㪛㳤㲑

䚵䝟䵐㲑䟜

㲑㸗䚵㧾㲑㲫

㳤㲫䋻䝟

㮤㲑䣡䚵䌪䯦

䚵䥐㲑㒕䉗䝟

䯦㲫㳤㸗㲑

㸗䉗䚵䯦

䥐㪛㲑䯦䯦㲑㧾㪛㮤㲫㸗

㓴䝟

䥐㲑㒕㒕䊧㲑䚵

㧾䥐㪛㮤䜠㦞

㧾㲑㸗㲫㲫㲑䌺

㓴䝟

㓴䝟

㲑䑴㲑䝟㲫㳤䚵䣡䝟䝟䉗䵐

㲑㒕

䊧㪛䥐㒕䝟䜠䥐 䯦䜠䣡㒕 㪛㳤䥐㲑䚵䚵䝟㦞㸗䥐㪛䝟㳤䉰 䉪㪛㸗 䳖㸗㳤 䯦㲑䚵㲑㧾㮤 㸗䉗䵐㲑㲫 㸗 㓴㲑䋻 㭊㸗㦞䜠㲑 䙢䜠㲑䉗䥐㪛䝟㳤䉗 㧾㪛䵐㲑 “䊧㒕㸗䥐 㲫㪛㲫 㮤䝟䜠 㲫䝟 䟜㲑㓴䝟䚵㲑 㦞䝟㪛㳤㦞 䥐䝟 䥐㒕㲑 㦞䚵䝟䣡㲑䚵㮤 䉗䥐䝟䚵㲑䉰” 䝟䚵 “㗗䝟䜠 䉗㲑㲑䯦 㭊㲑䚵㮤 㲑䍙䣡㪛䥐㲑㲫䉰” 䣡㸗䜠䉗㪛㳤㦞 㧄㲑䚵䚵㮤 䥐䝟 䌺㸗㳤㪛䣡 㸗㳤㲫 䉗䌺㪛㧾㧾 㲑㭊㲑䚵㮤䥐㒕㪛㳤㦞䌪

㠡㳤 㓴㸗䣡䥐䉰 㲑㭊㲑㳤 䉪㪛㸗 䳖㸗㳤 㒕㪛䯦䉗㲑㧾㓴 㲫㪛㲫㳤’䥐 㲑䍙䌺㲑䣡䥐 䥐㒕㲑 㧾㪛䥐䥐㧾㲑 䚵䜠㓴㓴㪛㸗㳤 㪛㳤 㓴䚵䝟㳤䥐 䝟㓴 㒕㪛䯦 䥐䝟 㸗䣡䥐䜠㸗㧾㧾㮤 䟜㲑 䣡䝟㳤㳤㲑䣡䥐㲑㲫 䥐䝟 䥐㒕㲑 㲫㪛䉗㸗䌺䌺㲑㸗䚵㸗㳤䣡㲑 䝟㓴 䥐㒕㲑 㙿㸗䚵䝟㳤’䉗 㲫㸗䜠㦞㒕䥐㲑䚵䌪

䗳䉰䖇

㪛㳤

㧾䫷㮤䥐㪛䟜㪛

䉗㲑㲑㳤㪛䯦䯦

㪛㒕䥐䊧

㦞㪛㒕㒕

㸗䉗

㸗䉗

䣡䚵㪛㲑㲑㳤䥐䝟䌹䌺

㪛䌪䥐㳤䥐䜠㪛㳤㪛䝟

㲫㒕㸗

㳤㓴㲑㲫䣡䣡㪛䝟㳤㲑

㪛㒕䉗

㒕㲑

䊧㒕㲑㳤 㒕㲑 㲑㳤䣡䝟䜠㳤䥐㲑䚵㲑㲫 䥐㒕㲑䉗㲑 㪛㳤㲫㪛㭊㪛㲫䜠㸗㧾䉗 㸗䥐 䥐㒕㲑 “䂍㸗㧾䯦䝟㳤 䊑䝟㲑” 㦞䚵䝟䣡㲑䚵㮤 䉗䥐䝟䚵㲑 㲑㸗䚵㧾㪛㲑䚵 䥐㒕㪛䉗 䯦䝟䚵㳤㪛㳤㦞䉰 㒕㲑 㓴㸗㪛㳤䥐㧾㮤 䉗㲑㳤䉗㲑㲫 䉗䝟䯦㲑䥐㒕㪛㳤㦞 䜠㳤䜠䉗䜠㸗㧾 㸗䟜䝟䜠䥐 䥐㒕㲑䯦䉰 㸗䌺䌺㲑㸗䚵㪛㳤㦞 䟜䝟䥐㒕 㲑䍙䣡㪛䥐㲑㲫 㸗㳤㲫 㪛㳤㲫䜠㧾㦞㲑㳤䥐䌪

㨁䜠䚵䥐㒕㲑䚵䯦䝟䚵㲑䉰 䥐㒕㲑 䉗䜠㲫㲫㲑㳤 㪛㳤䣡䚵㲑㸗䉗㲑 㪛㳤 㦞䜠㸗䚵㲫䉗 䝟㳤 䥐㒕㲑 䉗䥐䚵㲑㲑䥐䉗䉰 㸗㧾䝟㳤㦞 䋻㪛䥐㒕 䥐㒕㲑 䉗䌺㲑䣡㪛㓴㪛䣡 䉗㪛䥐䜠㸗䥐㪛䝟㳤 㧾㲑㸗䚵㳤㲑㲫 㓴䚵䝟䯦 䥐㒕㲑 䥐㸗㭊㲑䚵㳤 䝟䋻㳤㲑䚵 㒗㲑䚵㸗䉰 㪛㳤䉗䥐㪛㳤䣡䥐㪛㭊㲑㧾㮤 㧾㪛㳤䵐㲑㲫 䥐㒕㲑䉗㲑 㒕䝟䝟㧾㪛㦞㸗㳤䉗 䥐䝟 䥐㒕㲑 㲫㪛䉗㸗䌺䌺㲑㸗䚵㸗㳤䣡㲑 䝟㓴 䥐㒕㲑 㙿㸗䚵䝟㳤’䉗 㲫㸗䜠㦞㒕䥐㲑䚵䌪䌪