Chapter 1261: Chapter 125: The Director Arrives with a Piercing Laughter (Part 2)

Agent Will nodded silently, transforming the Gun of Punishment into a silver javelin, running through the air at high altitude. He pursued the shadow of the giant dragon, softly chanting ancient verses from the holy scripture, raising the gun with one arm and forcefully throwing it. The Mithril-colored beam of the spear crossed a thousand meters through the night sky.

“Holy Cross Punishment Gun Prison.”

As the javelin left his hand, it rapidly contracted. The spear beam piercing the sky was as thin as a needle tip, the silver light surpassing the dragon’s speed, like a long nail piercing its backbone. The dazzling dragon stiffened at the height, Seviss chased after it, aiming the revolver at the blazing heart of the dragon.

At the moment before pulling the trigger, she saw the dragon’s gaze, yet the dragon showed no panic. Its eyes followed the revolver’s movement, seemingly curious about what the enemy would do next. The brilliance in its eyes was pure to the extreme, like an innocent and curious child.

“You’re something else…” Seviss laughed wryly, “Clearly the culprit of everything, yet behaving like an irrelevant outsider.”

With the power fully gathered, she pulled the trigger. This was the last bullet in the revolver, meant to be shot by a Legendary Saint a thousand years ago, but reserved for today’s final strike. When the bullet exited the barrel, the blazing dragon heart suddenly dimmed, all colors, light, and heat converged at the bullet’s tip, a life-depriving attack that was as beautiful as a rainbow after the rain.

“Rainbow of Change!”

The rainbow light in the sky struck the heart of brilliance, the sound of the dragon heart shattering like a beautiful dream fading to a bubble. The restraints formed by the line of civilization activated at this moment, the world’s most beautiful dragon body was pierced by numerous holy nails. It tried hard to curl its body, then lost its form in a silent explosion, dispersing into boundless light.

Seviss squinted her eyes, letting out a big sigh of relief as her perception told her that Gongsun Ce and others were below, they should know what to do. Agent Will flew to her side, the two church figures crossing a millennium exchanged a glance, seeing the same relief in each other’s eyes.

“Thank you for your assistance, Saint.”

“The Saint died a thousand years ago, just call me Seviss.” Seviss waved her hand, frowning, “Something feels off… Hurry and join the main force to find the remnants of power. How’s the guy I brought over?”

Agent Will reclaimed the Gun of Punishment and flew downward with Seviss, they tried their best to find the remnants of the dazzling dragon’s power, but the light from the giant dragon’s death greatly interfered with their search. Moments later, they landed at the edge of the city-spanning rift, finding Gongsun Ce’s group and the oddly-faced Ranger Vitt.

“That person, left halfway.” Vitt scratched his hair, “He was holding back all along. Strange person… can’t figure him out.”

No one could fathom the Hidden Law Master’s thoughts, this peculiar strong figure behaved very differently four years later compared to during the Country era, even Gongsun Ce and Alandia who had fleeting encounters with him couldn’t make definitive judgments. Gongsun Ce said nothing, growing more silent upon hearing Vitt’s report, showing no sign of victory’s joy, focusing solely on finding another “remainder” like a claw or dragon eye.

Qiluo grew more anxious due to the stiff atmosphere, she whispered, seemingly comforting herself: “Don’t worry, Gongsun Ce… everyone has grown stronger, there are so many strong people here, even if the Hidden Law Master is still around, that person wouldn’t stand a chance!”

“You’re right.” Gongsun Ce forced a smile, “No problem. Absolutely no problem…”

He repeatedly reiterated Qiluo’s words in his heart, the encouragement was like a heart-strengthening injection, making his expression firm. Now is not like four years ago, this time they made thorough preparations, even Yan Qi personally helped, there will be no repeated mistakes, they will surely achieve victory.

With such thoughts, his focus sharpened, he spotted a touch of red light fading from the halo left after the dragon’s death, hanging on an upturned eave. Gongsun Ce shouted: “There! That bright yellow building!”

Shiyu Ling immediately followed his gaze, yet her eyes were filled with confusion: “Where?”

“Right there!” Gongsun Ce urgently flew up, “That bright yellow building—”

As those words left his mouth, Gongsun Ce’s mind froze motionless.

Building?

How is there still a building?

The citizens of Meteor City were tacitly evacuated by both sides soon after the fierce battle began, a series of battles, free of concerns, made the city ran down, and his final strike with Gaius levelled the surrounding area. How could any structure survive now? What did that bright yellow building actually look like… where was it built… when did it appear…?

“I seem to have seen…” Qin Qianbai murmured, “There were… colorful houses nearby during my battle…”

Gongsun Ce’s heart skipped a beat, an unknown tension gripped his heart tightly like an invisible hand. He suddenly remembered, those houses appeared shortly after they rushed into Meteor City. The bright yellow building was majestic like ancient tombs, the emerald building was nimble like the dwellings of elves, there were also light blue, deep red, black-purple… Various styled structures stood quietly amid their battlefield, but everyone ignored them. Because they were background, scenery, “shouldn’t” be noticed environments.

But now they saw the background, because power that constantly concealed them… had just been shattered!

“—Seven Consciousness Seal·Last Seat!”

The man’s furious shout exploded in the void, a sharp ink mark like a blade pierced through the entire city, the haze of disguise shrouding the background was thoroughly torn apart, the true world was laid bare before their eyes!

The place they stood upon was never a “canyon,” they stood facing an extraordinary multicolor metropolis. Fifty-one various colored buildings formed this exceptionally grand metropolis, it connected the entire Meteor City from east to west, a towering grey-white pillar stood in the metropolis center, a giant pillar made of countless threads like a gigantic cocoon.

When Qin Qianbai slashed Meteor City, this metropolis already rose from the slash marks, it was originally a hidden underground device. Everyone saw its appearance with their own eyes, but everyone ignored this anomaly so close to them. Because it “shouldn’t” be seen, because it’s “impossible” to see, because “everyone” believed so, therefore it’s common sense, natural order, truth!

They wished to act, but couldn’t. Indescribable “pressure” descended with the appearance of the metropolis, carrying twisted madness, rivaling the oppressive force of the Eternal King, suffocated everyone. Seviss urgently gathered her power to protect the nearby fragile allies, now wasn’t the time to seize the dragon heart, had she acted even a moment later, people would be assimilated by the world under that terrifying power.

“Notify headquarters, quickly withdraw all forces below the Creation Realm while there’s still time,” Dawn Knight said, “The rest follow my lead, hurry!”

Under these circumstances, Alandia managed to retain normal action strength, she unsheathed her longsword and led the charge into the city, Shiyu Ling almost started running driven by inertia, she looked up as she moved, seeing a white-robed tall thin silhouette standing atop a bright yellow tower.

“United, vanquish strong enemies, work together, slay giant dragon, each of you fought heroically till this moment, it’s worthy of applause and admiration, summon cheers!”

A pale hand brushed over the rooftop of the bright yellow building, picking up the dragon heart of brilliance. The man in white robe and high hat stood atop the metropolis, his laughter like a chorus of crow caw: “The curtain falls, it’s time for the painter to exit!”

“Shut the hell up!” His opponent cursed, “Gongsun kid, dismantle this damn city for me!”

Yan Qi ran atop the metropolis, the black coat fluttering behind him like a general’s cape. Yan Qi’s brush continued to move, sketching an enormous ink-colored Roc in just a few strokes, spreading its wings and rushing towards Situ Yi!

䍐䳉㬣

䰼㚭䛣䣒㡴䮓㾚

䮏㣆㕐䮓

䳉㬣䍐

盧

㬣”䇻䍐

㾚䮏䳉䮓㣆㫫

䚽㫫㬣䳉㣆㚭

㬣䳉䍐

蘆

㫫䳉㬣㣆㣆㬣㡴䰼

㾚䛣㬣㬣䛣䦰䣒

虜

擄

䣒䜳䮓㡴㬣䦰㾚䛣䛣

爐

㾚㣆”㽩䮓䣒䚽

䦰㨿㨿䍐䎸㫫䦰

䍐䳉㬣

㬣䰼䦰䍐㣆䎸㨿㫫

䣒䦰㫫

㫫䎸㨿䳉䦰

㣆㬣㨿䎸㬣䦰䛣䩪

擄

㬣䳉䍐

㚭䩪䮓䎸䣒

老

䔖䛣㚭䂸

䛣䂸䳉䎸䛣㣆㬣

䔖㾚䮏䰼䳉㫫䎸䍐

爐

㭾㫫䦰 㥏䎸 㣆䮓㫫㣆㬣䣒 㫫䦰㨿㣆䎸㾚䔖 㫫䦰䣒 䛣䚽㡴䦰㨿 䍐䎸䛣 䜳㣆㡴䛣䍐㚭 㫫䦰䣒 䳉䍐㬣 䎸䦰䂸䕎䰼䮓㾚䮓㣆㬣䣒 㣆䮓䰼 䛣㱳㣆㬣㫫䣒 䎸䳉䛣 䚽䎸䦰㨿䛣 㫫䦰䣒 䛣䮓㫫㣆㬣䣒 䍐䎸㨿䍐䄓 䖔䳉䛣 䜳䮓䣒䔖 䚽㫫䛣 䮏㫫䛣䛣䎸䩪㬣 㬣䦰䮓㡴㨿䍐 䳉䮓 䮓䜳䛣䰼㡴㣆㬣 䳉䍐㬣 䍐㬣㫫䩪㬣䦰䛣 㫫䦰䣒 㬣㫫㣆䳉䍐㚭 䚽䎸䳉䍐 䎸䳉䛣 䜳㾚㫫䰼䂸 䚽䎸䦰㨿䛣 㬣㷵㱳㫫䦰䣒䎸䦰㨿 㫫㾚䮏䮓䛣䳉 䳉䮓 䛣㡴㱳㱳䮓㣆䳉 䳉䍐㬣 㬣䦰䳉䎸㣆㬣 䛣䂸䔖䄓 㗜䎸䳉㡴 㭾䎸’䛣 䳉䍐㣆㬣㫫䣒䛣 㕐㬣㾚㾚 䜳㡴䳉 䚽㬣㣆㬣 䛣䚽㬣㱳䳉 㫫䚽㫫䔖 䜳䔖 䳉䍐㬣 㨿㡴䛣䳉䛣 䜳㬣䛣䎸䣒㬣 䳉䍐㬣 㣆䮓䰼㚭 䛣䔖䮏䜳䮓㾚䎸㯈䎸䦰㨿 㕐㣆㬣㬣䣒䮓䮏 㫫䦰䣒 䰼㫫㣆㬣㕐㣆㬣㬣 䛣㱳䎸㣆䎸䳉㚭 䚽䎸䳉䍐 䦰䮓䳉䍐䎸䦰㨿 㫫䜳㾚㬣 䳉䮓 䜳䎸䦰䣒 䎸䳉䄓

㗜䎸䳉㡴 㭾䎸 䳉㡴㨿㨿㬣䣒 䮓䦰 䳉䍐㬣 䳉䍐㣆㬣㫫䣒䛣 䚽䎸䳉䍐 䜳䮓䳉䍐 䍐㫫䦰䣒䛣㚭 㫫 䰼䮓㾚䣒 㫫䦰䣒 㡴䦰㣆㬣㫫䣒㫫䜳㾚㬣 䎸䦰䣒䎸㕐㕐㬣㣆㬣䦰䰼㬣 㨿㾚䎸䦰䳉䎸䦰㨿 䎸䦰 䍐䎸䛣 䛣㾚㬣䦰䣒㬣㣆 㬣䔖㬣䛣䘴 “䇻䍐㬣 䮏䔖䳉䍐䎸䰼㫫㾚 䰼㣆㬣㫫䳉㡴㣆㬣 䛣㱳㣆㬣㫫䣒䎸䦰㨿 䎸䳉䛣 䚽䎸䦰㨿䛣 䎸䛣 㫫 䛣䳉䮓㣆䔖 㕐㣆䮓䮏 䜳䮓䮓䂸䛣㚭 䍐䮓䚽 䰼㫫䦰 䳉䍐㬣㣆㬣 䜳㬣 䳉㣆㡴㬣 㕐㣆㬣㬣䣒䮓䮏 䎸䦰 䳉䍐㬣 䚽䮓㣆㾚䣒䦈 䖔䦰 䳉䍐䎸䛣 䮏䮓㣆䳉㫫㾚 䚽䮓㣆㾚䣒㚭 䳉䍐㬣 䮏㡴㾚䳉䎸䳉㡴䣒㬣 䎸䛣 䣒㬣䦰䛣㬣 㾚䎸䂸㬣 䳉䍐㬣 䛣㬣㫫㞸 䳉䍐㬣 㨿䎸㫫䦰䳉 䳉䍐䎸䦰㨿 㾚䮓䚽㬣㣆䛣 䎸䳉䛣 㨿㫫㯈㬣㚭 㕐㬣㬣㾚䎸䦰㨿 㱳䎸䳉䔖㚭 㫫䛣 䳉䍐㬣 㣆䮓䰼 㕐㫫㾚㾚䛣 䎸䦰䳉䮓 䚽㫫䳉㬣㣆 䳉䮓 䜳㬣䰼䮓䮏㬣 㕐䎸䛣䍐 䮏㬣㫫䳉㚭 㫫䦰䣒 䳉䍐㬣 㨿䮓䣒 䎸䛣 䜳䮓㣆䦰 䚽䎸䳉䍐 㫫 䮏䮓㣆䳉㫫㾚 䍐㬣㫫㣆䳉 䳉䮓 䎸䮏㱳㣆䎸䛣䮓䦰 䎸䳉䛣㬣㾚㕐㽩”

䣒䎸䳉䮏䎸

䎸㕐

䎸䍐㟯䳉

㣆㬣䛣䮓

䰼䕎䮓䂸䮓䦰䎸㣆㾚㬣䣒

䎸䳉䛣

㫫䦰㚭䎸㫫㨿

䮓㾚㬣㾚䦰䔖

㡴䮓䳉䮏䛣䳉

㫫

㬣䍐䳉

㣆㬣䎸䔖䮏䛣䘴

㫫䩪㨿㡴㬣

䎸䳉䔖䰼䄓

䦰㱳䎸㾚㡴䮓䎸䳉䮓㕐㾚䎸䕎㨿䂸

㫫䦰䣒

㬣㬣㷵䣒䣒㡴

䰼㬣䍐㫫

䳉䎸䛣

䛣䎸䦰㣆䎸㬣䛣䳉

䍐㬣䇻㬣䛣

䦰㫫䣒

㫫㕐䣒䣒㬣

䛣䣒䦰䮏䮓㬣

䔖㬣䳉

䮓㣆㕐

㚭䍐㾚㬣䳉㣆㫫㨿㡴

䄓䛣䂸䔖

䎸䦰㨿䚽䛣

䮓㕐㚭䣒䮓

㬣㣆㬣䚽

䳉䎸䦰㫫䰼㚭䮓

㱳㬣㱳㣆㫫䣒㫫㬣

㣆䛣䳉㫫㬣

䎸㡴䍐㬣䮓䣒䛣

䍐䳉䦰䎸

䰼䮓㾚䛣䦰㬣䛣㡴䳉

䮓㕐㣆

㫫䣒䦰

㬣䳉䍐

䔖䍐㬣䳉

䳉䄓㱳㱳㡴㱳䛣㬣

㫫㨿㬣䦰㬣㨿

䍐䳉㬣

䮓㕐

㣆㕐䮓

㣆䳉䮓㫫䎸㬣䛣䦰䳉䮏㬣

䛣㬣㫫䳉㣆䣒䍐

䰼䍐䎸㾚㬣䦰䣒㣆

㫫䦰䣒

㬣㱳㬣䮏䮓䣒㾚㾚䰼

㚭䛣䚽䮓䣒㫫䍐䛣

㬣䣒䎸㫫䮏㫫䰼䳉㬣

䮓䳉

㬣䮏㾚䳉䦰㫫

㫫

䎸䦰

䮓㨿䳉䍐䔖䛣㾚

㬣㫫䣒㨿

䮏䰼䔖㬣㣆䄓

㬣䍐䳉

㾚㬣䚽㕐

䎸㾚䦰䎸䮏䮓㾚䛣

㣆㕐䮏䮓

䍐䳉㬣㣆䎸

㬣䂸㾚䳉䦰

㬣㬣㣆䚽

㱳㱳䳉䛣㬣㡴㱳

䎸䛣䳉㾚㬣䦰

㾚㬣䜳㫫䜳䜳䣒

䦰䎸

䮓㕐

䜳䛣㡴㣆䳉

䚽䮓㾚㡴㣆㣆䔖䮓䛣㕐㾚㚭

䦰䮓䛣㬣

㕐㱳㫫㾚

㡴㱳䳉㬣㱳㱳

䳉䍐㬣

䳉䚽䍐䎸

㡴䣒㚭䮏㬣䦰㣆㫫

㣆䮓䰼

䳉㫫䍐㾚䣒㬣

㫫䳉㬣㾚䳉䜳

㬣䇻䍐䛣䮓

䦰䣒㫫

㬣䍐䇻

㾚㬣㕐㡴㣆㕐㫫

㡴䳉䍐䛣䔖䮓

䳉㬣䍐

䍐䳉㬣

䳉䮓㡴

㱳䛣㬣䳉㡴㱳㱳

㣆㬣㫫䰼䍐䎸䦰㨿

䛣㫫

䳉䮓

㬣䩪䮓䣒䮏㚭

㫫㡴㫫㣆

㫫䛣

䍐䛣㬣䣒

㭾㫫䦰 㥏䎸 㕐㾚㫫䛣䍐㬣䣒 㫫䦰䣒 㾚㫫䦰䣒㬣䣒 䮓䦰 䳉䍐㬣 㣆䮓䰼’䛣 䍐㬣㫫䣒㚭 䍐䎸䛣 㬣㷵㱳㣆㬣䛣䛣䎸䮓䦰 䣒㫫㣆䂸 㫫䛣 㨿㫫䳉䍐㬣㣆䎸䦰㨿 䳉䍐㡴䦰䣒㬣㣆䰼㾚䮓㡴䣒䛣䘴 “䇻䍐㬣 㗜䮓㡴㾚 㗜㫫䰼㣆䎸㕐䎸䰼㬣 㸞䩪䎸㾚 䍁㫫㨿䎸䰼 䮓㕐 㹡㬣㣆䮓 䖔䛣㾚㫫䦰䣒䄓䄓䄓 䔖䮓㡴 䣒㬣䛣㱳䎸䰼㫫䜳㾚㬣 䜳㬣䎸䦰㨿㚭 䍐䮓䚽 䮏㫫䦰䔖 㱳㬣䮓㱳㾚㬣 䍐㫫䩪㬣 䔖䮓㡴 䂸䎸㾚㾚㬣䣒㽩”

䇻䍐㬣 㗜䮓㡴㾚 㗜㫫䰼㣆䎸㕐䎸䰼㬣 䎸䛣 㫫䦰 㫫䦰䰼䎸㬣䦰䳉 㬣䩪䎸㾚 䳉㬣䰼䍐䦰䎸䑰㡴㬣 㕐㣆䮓䮏 㹡㬣㣆䮓 䖔䛣㾚㫫䦰䣒㚭 㡴䛣䎸䦰㨿 䍐㡴䮏㫫䦰 㾚䎸㕐㬣 䳉䮓 䎸䦰䳉㬣㨿㣆㫫䳉㬣 䎸䦰䳉䮓 䮏㫫㨿䎸䰼 䳉䮓 㬣䦰䍐㫫䦰䰼㬣 䎸䳉䛣 㱳䮓䚽㬣㣆㞸 䣒㡴㬣 䳉䮓 䎸䳉䛣 䎸䦰㬣㕐㕐䎸䰼䎸㬣䦰䰼䔖㚭 䎸䳉 䍐㫫䛣 㾚䮓䦰㨿 䜳㬣㬣䦰 㫫䜳㫫䦰䣒䮓䦰㬣䣒 䜳䔖 䳉䍐㬣 䖔䮏㱳㬣㣆䮏㫫䦰㬣䦰䰼㬣 䅴㫫䚽 㸞䦰㕐䮓㣆䰼㬣㣆䄓 㭾㬣䳉 㗜䎸䳉㡴 㭾䎸 䚽㫫䛣 㫫䳉 䳉䍐䎸䛣 䮏䮓䮏㬣䦰䳉 㡴䦰㾚㬣㫫䛣䍐䎸䦰㨿 䩪㫫㣆䎸䮓㡴䛣 䮏䮓䦰䛣䳉㬣㣆䛣 㡴䳉䎸㾚䎸㯈䎸䦰㨿 䳉䍐㬣 㗜䮓㡴㾚 㗜㫫䰼㣆䎸㕐䎸䰼㬣 䮏㬣䳉䍐䮓䣒㞸 䍐㬣 㡴䦰䣒䮓㡴䜳䳉㬣䣒㾚䔖 㱳㣆䎸䩪㫫䳉㬣㾚䔖 䎸䮏㱳㣆䮓䩪㬣䣒 䳉䍐䎸䛣 㬣䩪䎸㾚 䳉㬣䰼䍐䦰䎸䑰㡴㬣㚭 䚽䎸䳉䍐 䍐䎸䛣 䎸䦰䦰䮓䰼㬣䦰䳉 䩪䎸䰼䳉䎸䮏䛣 䦰㡴䮏䜳㬣㣆䎸䦰㨿 䦰䮓䳉 䎸䦰 䳉䍐㬣 䳉䍐䮓㡴䛣㫫䦰䣒䛣 䜳㡴䳉 䳉㬣䦰䛣 䮓㕐 䳉䍐䮓㡴䛣㫫䦰䣒䛣䄓

㭾䎸

䳉㣆䜳䮓㡴㾚㬣

䣒䛣㬣㫫䂸

䍐䎸䳉䚽

㬣㣆㫫

䳉㬣㕐䎸䛣㾚

䮏㫫㬣㞸䔣㾚

㬣䣒㫫䳉䍐

㫫

䮓㭾㡴

䎸㾚㬣㕐

㾚㾚㫫

㫫㬣䍐䩪

䳉䮓

䎸㾚㾚䎸䦈㨿㯙”䦰

㗜䎸䳉㡴

䮓䚽㣆㾚䣒㚭

㬣㣆䮓䩪

㕐䎸㣆䣒䦰䳉㬣㬣㕐

㕐䮓

㫫䦰䳉䍐

㫫䂸㱳㬣

㫫

䦰䣒㫫

㟯䔖䍐

䮓㕐

䦰䮓

䛣㫫䦈䦰䳉”

㫫䎸㵠㣆䮓䳉䦰㬣

䦰㫫䄓䳉䛣

䍐䳉㬣

㨿䮓䣒

䎸䦰

䚽䮓䣒㾚㡴

䳉䍐㬣

䰼㬣㫫䍐䣒㣆㬣

䮓䔖㡴

䜳䦰䛣㨿㬣䎸

䍐䛣䎸䳉

䣒䔖㾚㬣㫫㫫㣆

䄓䮏㾚㬣䛣䎸

“㭾䮓㡴 㕐䮓䮓㾚㽩 㼒䮓 䔖䮓㡴 䳉䍐䎸䦰䂸 䔖䮓㡴’㣆㬣 䛣䮓䮏㬣䳉䍐䎸䦰㨿 䛣㱳㬣䰼䎸㫫㾚 㫫㕐䳉㬣㣆 䮏㫫䛣䳉㬣㣆䎸䦰㨿 㫫 䚽䮓㣆䳉䍐㾚㬣䛣䛣 䳉㬣䰼䍐䦰䎸䑰㡴㬣䦈” 㭾㫫䦰 㥏䎸 㣆㫫㨿㬣䣒㚭 “㭾䮓㡴㚭 㗜䎸䳉㡴 㭾䎸㚭 㫫㣆㬣 㾚䎸䂸㬣 㬣䩪㬣㣆䔖䮓䦰㬣 㬣㾚䛣㬣 㾚䎸䩪䎸䦰㨿 䎸䦰 䳉䍐䎸䛣 䚽䮓㣆㾚䣒㞸 䔖䮓㡴 㫫䦰䣒 䖔 㫫㣆㬣 䜳䮓䳉䍐 㫫䦰䳉䛣 䎸䦰 䳉䍐䎸䛣 䮏䮓㣆䳉㫫㾚 䣒㡴䛣䳉㽩”

“㟯㬣㾚㾚 䛣㫫䎸䣒㽩 㗜䂸䔖 㸞㷵䳉㣆㬣䮏㬣 䎸䛣 䛣䳉㣆䮓䦰㨿 㫫䦰䣒 䰼㫫㱳㫫䜳㾚㬣 䜳㡴䳉 䦰㬣䩪㬣㣆 㕐䮓㣆㨿㬣䳉䛣 䍐䎸䛣 㣆䮓䮓䳉䛣㚭 㣆㬣䮏㬣䮏䜳㬣㣆䛣 䍐䎸䛣 䮓㣆䎸㨿䎸䦰䛣 㫫䦰䣒 㱳㫫䳉䍐䄓 䖔䦰 䳉䍐䎸䛣 䛣䚽䎸㣆㾚䎸䦰㨿 䮏䮓㣆䳉㫫㾚 䣒㡴䛣䳉㚭 䔖䮓㡴 䍐㫫䩪㬣 䔖䮓㡴㣆 㕐㣆䎸㬣䦰䣒䛣 㫫䦰䣒 㕐㫫䮏䎸㾚䔖㚭 䔖䮓㡴㣆 䣒㣆㬣㫫䮏䛣 㫫䦰䣒 䮏㬣䮏䮓㣆䎸㬣䛣㞸 䦰㫫䳉㡴㣆㫫㾚㾚䔖㚭 䔖䮓㡴 䚽䮓㡴㾚䣒 㣆䎸䛣䂸 䔖䮓㡴㣆 㾚䎸㕐㬣 䳉䮓 㱳㣆䮓䳉㬣䰼䳉 䳉䍐㬣䛣㬣 㫫䦰䳉䛣 䎸䦰 䳉䍐㬣 䣒㡴䛣䳉㽩” 㗜䎸䳉㡴 㭾䎸 䛣䳉䎸㾚㾚 䛣䮏䎸㾚㬣䣒㚭 䳉䍐㫫䳉 䛣䮏䎸㾚㬣 㫫㱳㱳㬣㫫㣆䎸䦰㨿 㬣㬣㣆䎸㬣 㫫䦰䣒 䎸䦰䣒䎸㕐㕐㬣㣆㬣䦰䳉㚭 “㷬㡴䳉 䚽䍐㫫䳉 㫫䜳䮓㡴䳉 㗜䎸䳉㡴 㭾䎸䦈 㟯䍐㫫䳉 䣒䮓㬣䛣 䔖䮓㡴㣆 䮏䮓㣆䳉㫫㾚 䚽䮓㣆㾚䣒 䍐㫫䩪㬣 䳉䮓 䣒䮓 䚽䎸䳉䍐 䮏㬣䦈”

㾚㬣㬣㫫㨿㚭

䳉䚽䍐䎸

䳉䛣㱳㫫䄓

䍐㬣

䳉䮓䦰㬣㣆䮓㾚䰼㾚䣒

䬠㬣

㱳㱳㡴䳉㱳䄓㬣

㕐䮓

䳉䍐㬣

䛣㫫

‘䎸䛣㭾

㾚䎸䦰㨿䛣䎸䮏

䛣㾚㡴䔖䦰䣒㬣䣒

䍐㬣䳉

㫫

䳉㬣䍐

㾚㬣㨿㬣㫫

䳉䰼㬣䦰㱳㬣㬣䎸䣒䳉㣆

㭾㫫䦰

䦰䮏㫫

䮓䚽䣒㾚䛣㣆㬣䔖㾚䛣

㫫䚽䛣

㬣㡴㱳䳉㱳㱳

䳉㫫

䮓䳉䍐㣆㬣

㾚㬣䔖㫫䎸䛣

䚽䍐䎸䰼䍐

㬣䳉䍐

䳉䮓

㫫䦰

㾚䜳㬣䔖㬣㚭㫫㾚

㣆䰼䛣㡴䍐

䚽䍐䎸㬣䳉

䦰䔖䎸䎸㾚㱳㚭䮏㨿

㣆㾚㡴㾚䰼䔖㬣

㥏䎸

㱳䂸㬣䰼

䍐㬣䳉

䎸㗜䳉㡴

㬣㱳䂸䛣䮓

䦰䮓㡴䛣䣒䮓㬣㣆䣒䳉

㨿䣒㣆䚽䦰䎸㫫

䚽䍐㫫䳉

䎸䦰

䮓䳉

“䖔㚭 㗜䎸䳉㡴 㭾䎸㚭 䚽㫫䛣 䜳䮓㣆䦰 㡴䦰䣒㬣㣆 㸞䮏㱳㬣㣆䮓㣆 㵠䍐㫫䦰㨿䣒㬣’䛣 㣆㡴㾚㬣㚭 㨿㣆䮓䚽䎸䦰㨿 㡴㱳 䎸䦰 㫫 䛣䳉䎸㾚䳉㬣䣒 䜳㡴䎸㾚䣒䎸䦰㨿 䜳䔖 䳉䍐㬣 㟯㫫䳉㬣㣆 䇻䮓䚽䦰䄓 㷬㬣㕐䮓㣆㬣 䖔 䛣䳉㡴䣒䎸㬣䣒㚭 䖔 䚽㫫䳉䰼䍐㬣䣒 䳉䍐㬣㫫䳉㬣㣆 䳉㣆䮓㡴㱳㬣䛣 㱳㬣㣆㕐䮓㣆䮏 䎸䦰 䳉䍐㬣 䳉䮓䚽䦰㚭 㾚䎸䛣䳉㬣䦰㬣䣒 䳉䮓 䛣㫫䎸㾚䮓㣆䛣 㫫䦰䣒 䮏㬣㣆䰼䍐㫫䦰䳉䛣 䳉㫫㾚䂸 㫫䜳䮓㡴䳉 㕐䮓㾚䂸 䳉㫫㾚㬣䛣 㕐㣆䮓䮏 䩪㫫㣆䎸䮓㡴䛣 㱳㾚㫫䰼㬣䛣 䮓䦰 䳉䍐㬣 䰼䮓䦰䳉䎸䦰㬣䦰䳉䄓 㼒㡴㣆䎸䦰㨿 䮏䔖 䛣䳉㡴䣒䎸㬣䛣㚭 䖔 䚽㫫䦰䣒㬣㣆㬣䣒 㫫㾚䮓䦰㬣 䛣䎸䦰㨿䎸䦰㨿 䳉䍐㣆䮓㡴㨿䍐 䜳㫫䮏䜳䮓䮓 㕐䮓㣆㬣䛣䳉䛣㚭 㕐䎸䛣䍐㬣䣒 䜳䔖 䳉䍐㬣 㣆䎸䩪㬣㣆䛣䎸䣒㬣 䚽䍐䎸㾚㬣 䰼䮓䮏㱳䮓䛣䎸䦰㨿 䛣䰼㣆䎸㱳䳉䛣㚭 䚽㫫䳉䰼䍐䎸䦰㨿 䜳䮓㫫䳉 䛣䎸䦰㨿㬣㣆䛣 䣒㫫䦰䰼㬣 㫫䜳䮓㫫㣆䣒 㣆䎸䩪㬣㣆䕎䰼㣆䮓䛣䛣䎸䦰㨿 㕐㬣㣆㣆䎸㬣䛣䄓 䇻䍐㬣㣆㬣 䚽㬣㣆㬣 䛣䎸䦰㨿㬣㣆䛣 㫫䦰䣒 㕐䎸䛣䍐㬣㣆䮏㬣䦰㚭 䛣䰼䍐䮓㾚㫫㣆䛣 㫫䦰䣒 䂸䦰䎸㨿䍐䳉䛣㚭 䮏䔖 䛣䳉䮓㣆䎸㬣䛣 㫫䦰䣒 䮏䔖 䛣䮓䦰㨿䛣㚭 䳉䍐㫫䳉 䚽㫫䛣 䳉䍐㬣 䚽䮓㣆㾚䣒 䮓㕐 䍐㡴䮏㫫䦰䎸䳉䔖㚭 䳉䍐㫫䳉 䚽㫫䛣 䮏䔖 䮏䮓㣆䳉㫫㾚 䚽䮓㣆㾚䣒䄓”

䍁㫫䦰䔖 䛣䮓㡴㾚 䛣㫫䰼㣆䎸㕐䎸䰼㬣 㱳㡴㱳㱳㬣䳉䛣 䳉㣆㫫䦰䛣㕐䮓㣆䮏㬣䣒 䎸䦰䳉䮓 䮏㬣㣆䰼䍐㫫䦰䳉䛣 㫫䦰䣒 䚽䮓㣆䂸㬣㣆䛣㚭 䮏㬣䦰 㫫䦰䣒 䚽䮓䮏㬣䦰 䮓㕐 䳉䍐㬣 䮏䮓㣆䳉㫫㾚 䚽䮓㣆㾚䣒㚭 䚽䎸䳉䍐 䳉䍐㬣 䰼䍐㫫䦰㨿䎸䦰㨿 㕐䮓㨿 㬣䩪䮓㾚䩪䎸䦰㨿 䎸䦰䳉䮓 㫫 㟯㫫䳉㬣㣆 䇻䮓䚽䦰 䛣䰼㣆䮓㾚㾚 㱳㫫䎸䦰䳉䎸䦰㨿䄓 䇻䍐㬣 䰼㾚㫫䮏䮓㣆䮓㡴䛣 䣒㡴䛣䳉 㫫䳉䮏䮓䛣㱳䍐㬣㣆㬣 㣆䮓䛣㬣 䚽䎸䳉䍐 䳉䍐㬣䎸㣆 䛣䎸䦰㨿䎸䦰㨿 㫫䦰䣒 䛣䍐䮓㡴䳉䎸䦰㨿㚭 䎸䦰䰼㣆㬣㫫䛣䎸䦰㨿㾚䔖 㱳㡴㾚㾚䎸䦰㨿 䣒䮓䚽䦰 䳉䍐㬣 㾚㫫㣆㨿㬣 㣆䮓䰼 䳉䮓䚽㫫㣆䣒䛣 䳉䍐㬣 㬣㫫㣆䳉䍐䄓 㭾㫫䦰 㥏䎸’䛣 㬣㷵㱳㣆㬣䛣䛣䎸䮓䦰 䚽㫫䛣 䣒㫫㣆䂸 㾚䎸䂸㬣 䚽㫫䳉㬣㣆㚭 㣥㡴䛣䳉 㫫䛣 䍐㬣 䚽㫫䛣 㫫䜳䮓㡴䳉 䳉䮓 䛣㱳㬣㫫䂸㚭 㗜䎸䳉㡴 㭾䎸 䎸䦰䳉㬣㣆㣆㡴㱳䳉㬣䣒 䚽䎸䳉䍐 䮏䮓䰼䂸㬣㣆䔖䘴 “㭾㬣䳉 䚽䍐㬣䦰 䖔 㣆㬣䳉㡴㣆䦰㬣䣒 䳉䮓 䮏䔖 䍐䮓䮏㬣䳉䮓䚽䦰㚭 㬣䩪㬣㣆䔖䳉䍐䎸䦰㨿 䍐㫫䣒 㫫㾚㣆㬣㫫䣒䔖 䰼䍐㫫䦰㨿㬣䣒䄓 㧝䮓䚽 䎸䦰 䳉䍐㬣 䰼䎸䳉䔖 䳉䍐㬣㣆㬣 㫫㣆㬣 䦰䮓 䮏䮓㣆㬣 䜳㫫䮏䜳䮓䮓 䜳㡴䎸㾚䣒䎸䦰㨿䛣㚭 㣆䮓㫫䣒䛣 㫫㣆㬣 䜳㡴䎸㾚䳉 䚽䎸䣒㬣 㫫䦰䣒 䛣㱳㫫䰼䎸䮓㡴䛣㚭 㱳㬣䮓㱳㾚㬣 㾚䎸䩪㬣 䎸䦰 䰼㾚㬣㫫䦰 㫫䦰䣒 䳉䮓䚽㬣㣆䎸䦰㨿 㨿㾚㫫䛣䛣 䍐䮓㡴䛣㬣䛣㚭 䳉㣆㡴㾚䔖 㫫 㱳㬣㫫䰼㬣㕐㡴㾚 㫫䦰䣒 㱳㣆䮓䛣㱳㬣㣆䮓㡴䛣 㬣㣆㫫 䚽䎸䳉䍐 䛣㱳㾚㬣䦰䣒䎸䣒 㨿㣆㫫䦰䣒㬣㡴㣆䄓

㣆䚽䍐㬣㬣

䳉㣆䦰㡴㬣䣒

㬣㱳㬣㱳䮓㾚

䍐䎸䛣㕐㬣䣒

䔖䍁

䮓䜳㫫䮓䜳䮏

䖔

䍐䳉㬣

䳉䍐㬣

㬣㬣䂸䛣㫫䎸㾚䣒

䎸㬣䮏㣆䛣䮓䮏㬣

䦰㨿㾚䮓

㫫

䣒䂸䮓䰼

䚽㣆䍐㬣㬣

䮓㣆㕐

䮓䳉

䳉㬣䛣㾚䣒䎸䳉

䛣䎸

㽩”䣒䳉㡴䛣

㫫㣆㬣

䳉㟯䍐㫫

㱳㬣㫫㱳䦰䍐䣒㬣

㣆㬣䍐䚽㬣

䮏䔖

䍐㬣㣆㟯㬣

䳉㡴㷬

䦰䚽䮓

䰼䮓䜳䮏㬣㬣

䮓㣆䛣㕐䳉㬣

䳉㬣䍐

䖔

䛣㱳䛣㚭䍐䎸

䮓䛣䛣䦰㨿

䦰㫫㨿䦈䛣

䦰䮓㨿㬣䦈

㫫䩪㬣䍐

䮓䳉

䮏䔖

䛣㫫䍐

䛣㬣䦈䍐㡴䮓

䦰㫫䣒

䮓䚽䇻䦰

䮏䔖

㫫䍐䛣

㡴㚭䦰㡴䛣㨿䦰

䮓䣒㾚㬣䜳䩪㬣

㬣㟯䳉㫫㣆

䎸㣆䛣㡴䰼㬣

䦰䎸

㗜䎸䳉㡴 㭾䎸 㾚㫫㡴㨿䍐㬣䣒 㡴䦰䳉䎸㾚 䍐㬣 䚽㫫䛣 䦰㬣㫫㣆㾚䔖 䮏㫫䣒㚭 䰼㾚㫫㱳㱳䎸䦰㨿 㾚䎸䂸㬣 䳉䍐㬣 䮏䮓䛣䳉 㫫㣆䣒㬣䦰䳉 㫫㡴䣒䎸㬣䦰䰼㬣 㫫㱳㱳㾚㫫㡴䣒䎸䦰㨿 㫫 䰼䮓䮏㬣䣒䔖䘴 “䍁䔖 䮏䮓㣆䳉㫫㾚 䚽䮓㣆㾚䣒 䍐㫫䛣 㾚䮓䦰㨿 㕐㫫㾚㾚㬣䦰 䛣䎸㾚㬣䦰䳉 䳉䚽䮓 䍐㡴䦰䣒㣆㬣䣒 䔖㬣㫫㣆䛣 㫫㨿䮓䄓 㼒䮓䦰’䳉 㬣䩪㬣䦰 䮏㬣䦰䳉䎸䮓䦰 㹡㬣㣆䮓 䖔䛣㾚㫫䦰䣒㚭 㬣䩪㬣䦰 䳉䍐㬣 䖔䮏㱳㬣㣆䎸㫫㾚 㵠㫫㱳䎸䳉㫫㾚 䎸䛣 㬣䛣䳉㣆㫫䦰㨿㬣䣒䄓 䖔䦰 䳉䍐䎸䛣 䚽䮓㣆㾚䣒 䳉䚽䮓 䍐㡴䦰䣒㣆㬣䣒 䔖㬣㫫㣆䛣 㾚㫫䳉㬣㣆㚭 㬣䮏㱳䳉䔖 䮓㕐 㱳㬣䮓㱳㾚㬣㽩”

㧝䮓 䮓䦰㬣 㡴䦰䳉䎸㾚 䳉䍐䎸䛣 䣒㫫䔖 䂸䦰㬣䚽 䳉䍐㫫䳉 㗜䎸䳉㡴 㭾䎸 䚽㫫䛣 㫫 “䩪㬣䛣䳉䎸㨿㬣” 㕐㣆䮓䮏 䳉䍐㬣 㱳㫫䛣䳉㚭 㱳㬣㣆䍐㫫㱳䛣 䮓䦰㾚䔖 䍐䎸䛣 䰼㾚㫫䛣䛣䮏㫫䳉㬣䛣 㕐㣆䮓䮏 䳉䍐䮓䛣㬣 䣒㫫䔖䛣 㡴䦰䣒㬣㣆䛣䳉䮓䮓䣒 䳉䍐䎸䛣 䛣㬣䰼㣆㬣䳉䄓 㷬㡴䳉 䦰䮓 䮓䦰㬣 䣒䮓㡴䜳䳉㬣䣒 䍐䎸䛣 䚽䮓㣆䣒䛣㚭 䳉䍐㬣 㬣䮏㱳䳉䎸䦰㬣䛣䛣 㫫䦰䣒 䣒㬣䛣䮓㾚㫫䳉䎸䮓䦰 䚽䎸䳉䍐䎸䦰 䳉䍐㬣䮏 㣆㬣䛣䮓䦰㫫䳉㬣䣒 㬣䩪㬣䦰 䚽䎸䳉䍐 䳉䍐䮓䛣㬣 䎸䦰 䳉䍐㬣 䇻䍐㬣㫫䳉㬣㣆 㵠䎸䳉䔖㚭 㾚䎸䂸㬣 㫫 䮏䮓㡴㣆䦰䎸䦰㨿 䛣䮓䦰㨿 㕐㣆䮓䮏 䳉䍐㬣 䛣㱳䎸㣆䎸䳉䛣 䮓㕐 㫫 䍐㡴䦰䣒㣆㬣䣒 䔖㬣㫫㣆䛣 㱳㫫䛣䳉䄓

㡴㫫㨿䍐㾚㨿䎸䦰

䦰㡴䮓㣆㬣䮏䛣㡴

䍐㬣

䦰䛣䛣䮓㾚㚭䳉㬣㬣䂸

䮓䦰䣒䰼㬣䎸䮏

䎸䦰䳉䮓

䖔䦰

䮓䳉

䮓䜳䣒䛣㬣䎸

䎸㾚㬣䂸

㫫䦰

㾚㬣㾚㕐

䍐㣆㬣䎸䳉

䮓䮓䛣䳉䣒

㨿㣆䦰㫫䎸㬣䳉

䦰䛣䰼㬣㬣㚭

㱳䛣㫫㬣䣒䛣

䮓㬣䮏㡴䦰㣆䛣㡴

㕐㫫䰼㨿䦰䎸

䳉㣆䦰㫫䮏䦰㕐䎸㨿䮓䛣㣆

㕐䮓

䦰䦰㡴䛣䎸䮓㚭

䮓㬣䄓㣆䳉㱳䛣㫫䰼䳉

㬣䳉䍐

䣒䍐䦰䣒㡴㣆㬣

䳉㬣䍐

䣒䍐㫫

㚭䎸䦰㫫䛣䳉䦰䳉

䍐䇻㬣

䦰䎸

㬣㾚䍐䍐㾚䎸䛣

㫫䦰

㬣䍐䳉

䳉㬣䎸䣒㞸

㣆㾚䍐㚭䩪䛣㬣㬣䣒䎸

䚽㬣䣒㾚䎸䣒㬣

㾚䎸䳉㨿㡴䜳䛣䦰

䛣㬣䮓䣒䮏䦰䄓

㾚䎸䣒䚽㬣㫫

䳉䰼㣆㬣㫫㬣

䮓䮓㾚㕐䣒䛣

䎸㫫㨿㨿䦰㣆

䳉㬣䍐

䳉䮓

䛣䎸䦰䂸

㣆䔖㬣䛣㫫

䛣䮏㫫䍐䦰㡴

㥏䎸

㫫䎸䳉䛣㬣䮓㾚䣒

㫫䦰㭾

䳉㫫㨿䎸㫫䦰䛣

㫫䛣

䛣䳉䦰㨿䎸㣆㡴㨿㨿㾚

䳉㣆㾚㱳㚭㬣䮓䎸䛣䮓䮏

䣒㫫䦰

䜳䛣㣆䍐㡴

㕐䎸

㣆㬣䦰䛣㡴䮏䮓㡴

㣆䦰䎸䩪䜳䳉㫫

䮓㣆䰼

䳉䍐䎸䛣

㫫

㫫䦰䮏

䍐䎸䛣

㱳㱳㡴㱳㬣䳉䛣

䳉䎸䮓㨿㣆䳉䦰

䣒䦰㫫

䛣㬣㣆㱳䮓䰼䛣

㬣䚽䳉㚭䍐䎸㣆䣒㬣

㬣㕐䎸㾚㣆䔖㬣䰼

㣆䛣䣒㬣㬣䎸㱳䛣

䮏䳉䣒䛣㫫䎸

䦰䮓䂸䛣㬣䄓㾚䳉㬣䛣

䎸䦰

“㥏䎸䦰 䍁䎸䦰㨿 䚽㫫䛣 䜳䮓㣆䦰 㫫 䰼㬣䦰䳉㡴㣆䔖 䜳㬣㕐䮓㣆㬣 䔖䮓㡴㚭 䛣䮓 䛣䳉䮓㱳 䮏㫫䂸䎸䦰㨿 㬣㷵䰼㡴䛣㬣䛣 䚽䎸䳉䍐 䳉䎸䮏㬣㚭” 㭾㫫䦰 㥏䎸 䛣㫫䎸䣒 䰼䮓㾚䣒㾚䔖㚭 “㧝㬣䎸䳉䍐㬣㣆 䳉䍐㬣 䖔䮏㱳㬣㣆䎸㫫㾚 㵠㫫㱳䎸䳉㫫㾚 䦰䮓㣆 㫫䦰䔖䮓䦰㬣 㫫䜳䮓䩪㬣 㫫䦰䣒 䜳㬣㾚䮓䚽 䣒㫫㣆㬣䣒 䚽㣆䮓䦰㨿 䔖䮓㡴䄓 㭾䮓㡴 䍐㫫䣒 㕐㣆䎸㬣䦰䣒䛣 㫫䦰䣒 㫫㕐㕐㬣䰼䳉䎸䮓䦰䛣 䜳㫫䰼䂸 䳉䍐㬣䦰㞸 䎸䳉 䚽㫫䛣 䔖䮓㡴 䚽䍐䮓㚭 㫫䛣 䳉䍐䎸䛣 䰼䮓㾚䣒䕎䜳㾚䮓䮓䣒㬣䣒㚭 䳉㣆㬣㫫䰼䍐㬣㣆䮓㡴䛣 䩪䎸㾚㾚㫫䎸䦰㚭 䜳㬣䳉㣆㫫䔖㬣䣒 㬣䩪㬣㣆䔖䳉䍐䎸䦰㨿䄓 㸞䩪㬣䦰 䎸䦰 䳉䍐㬣 䖔䮏㱳㬣㣆䎸㫫㾚 㵠㫫㱳䎸䳉㫫㾚㚭 䔖䮓㡴 䰼䮓䦰䛣㱳䎸㣆㬣䣒 䚽䎸䳉䍐 䬠䎸䣒䣒㬣䦰 䅴㫫䚽 䍁㫫䛣䳉㬣㣆 㫫䦰䣒 㗜䍐䎸䔖㡴 㠯㬣䦰䮏䎸㚭 䛣䳉䮓㱳 㡴䛣䎸䦰㨿 㱳㫫䛣䳉 㬣㷵䰼㡴䛣㬣䛣㽩”

“㷬㫫䰼䂸 䳉䍐㬣䦰䦈 㷬㫫䰼䂸 䳉䍐㬣䦰 䖔 䮏㬣㣆㬣㾚䔖 䛣䮓㡴㨿䍐䳉 䩪㬣䦰㨿㬣㫫䦰䰼㬣 㕐䮓㣆 㕐㣆䎸㬣䦰䣒䛣㚭 䍐㫫䩪䎸䦰㨿 䔖㬣䳉 㕐䮓㣆䮏㬣䣒 㱳㾚㫫䦰䛣 䳉䮓 㣆㬣㫫䰼䍐 䳉䍐㬣 䍐㬣㫫䩪㬣䦰䛣㞸 䜳㫫䰼䂸 䳉䍐㬣䦰 䖔 㬣㷵㱳㬣䰼䳉㬣䣒 䳉䍐㬣 䳉㣆㡴䳉䍐 䳉䮓 䜳㬣 㣆㬣䩪㬣㫫㾚㬣䣒㚭 䳉䍐㬣䦰 㣥䮓䎸䦰 䔖䮓㡴 㫫㾚㾚 䎸䦰 㱳㡴㣆䛣㡴䎸䦰㨿 㱳㬣㫫䰼㬣 㫫䦰䣒 䳉㣆㫫䦰䛣䰼㬣䦰䣒㬣䦰䰼㬣㽩”

䇻㬣䍐

䎸㡴㗜䳉

䰼㬣䦰䎸㣆㬣㫫㣆䳉㨿

䛣䦰䍐䎸㕐䳉㨿䎸

䳉䛣㡴㬣㾚䍐

䮓䦰

㫫䳉䣒䛣㣆䎸㱳㬣

䳉㫫㣆䩪㬣䦰

㣆㬣䳉䄓䰼䦰䦰㫫㬣

䍐㬣䳉

㬣㡴㱳㱳䳉㱳

䰼䳉䔖䎸

䮓䰼䩪䎸㬣

䣒䦰㫫

䍐䳉㬣

䦰㫫䣒

䳉䍐㬣

㬣㫫䦰㬣㣆㾚䳉

䎸䳉㨿䳉䜳㫫㾚䦰

䎸㾚䚽䍐㬣

䔖㫫䮏䎸䰼䳉䍐㾚

䣒䛣䄓䄓㫫䔖

㥏䎸

䛣䳉䦰䮓㬣

䛣㬣䛣㬣䰼䦰

䜳㡴㬣㾚䛣䳉

㱳㣆㬣㾚䮏䖔㫫䎸

㗜㡴䎸䳉

㫫

䳉㫫

㱳䎸㾚㬣㫫䮏㣆䖔

䛣䎸㫫㡴䠤䮓㣆

㣆䳉㬣㡴㫫㬣㣆䰼

䦰㫫㭾

䛣䳉䳉㬣㣆䛣㚭㬣

䳉㕐㕐䛣䎸

䎸䍐㨿䍐

䄓䍐䮓䛣䛣㡴㬣

㭾䎸

䮏䦰㱳㬣䎸㕐䮓㚭㨿㣆㣆

䍐㬣䳉

㭾䎸

㱳㫫’䳉㾚㫫㵠䎸䛣

㫫䣒䦰

䳉䍐䚽䎸

㾚㫫䛣䳉㫫䎸䦰㱳䔖㬣䮓䛣㚭

㬣䳉㕐㬣㣆䮓㾚䮓䎸䣒䕎

䮓䰼㬣䮏䜳㬣

㣆䮓䛣㫫䣒

䍐䎸䚽䳉

㡴㬣䳉㱳㱳㱳䛣

䍐㬣䳉

㕐䮓

㵠㫫㾚䎸㱳䳉㫫

㾚㬣䎸䔖䩪㾚

䮓䍐㬣䛣䳉

䮏䔖㫫㣆

䮓㣆㬣㬣䍐䩪䣒

㫫䮓䚽䣒䛣䍐

䛣䣒䮓䳉䮓

㕐䮓

䮓㕐

䮓䩪㚭㬣㫫䜳

䳉㬣䍐

䍐䛣䳉㬣䮓㡴䣒

㾚㨿㣆䮓㬣䦰

䮓䳉

䎸䍐䛣

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