Chapter 1890: 1888
Chapter 1890: 1888
Capítulo 1890: Chapter 1888
The God of Killing’s aged face began to turn pale; he never dreamed that Enzo Shaw once consumed the abilities of someone with teleportation powers.
It’s known that psychics are extremely rare in this world, with a probability of about one in a million.
And those with teleportation abilities are even fewer.
Originally, he thought that even if his strength couldn’t defeat Enzo Shaw, he could still retreat unscathed.
But now, it’s too late to say anything.
The battles between experts might not necessarily be earth-shattering; victory could be decided in an instant.
“Powerful, incredibly powerful, incomparable strength!” The Blood Emperor kept absorbing the God of Killing’s essence blood, looking extremely excited.
The God of Killing was truly a Supreme-class expert; his blood contained immense energy.
When the blood surged into the Blood Emperor’s body, his half-withered form began to recover visibly!
“It’s over…” Li Wuyang and Old Master Zhu were both ashen-faced, their eyes filled with despair.
They knew the vampire’s abilities well; the Blood Emperor hadn’t reached his peak state earlier, or else they would have been annihilated long ago.
Once the Blood Emperor regains his peak form, it’s feared that there may be no one in Huaxia who can oppose him.
Huang Fei, who had run a thousand meters away, suddenly stopped in her tracks.
Even though she hated the God of Killing for depriving her of her freedom, preventing her from staying by Wang Dadong’s side, she couldn’t deny that, aside from being strict in cultivation, he was quite fond of her otherwise.
Seeing the God of Killing fall into the Blood Emperor’s hands, about to be drained of blood, she felt deeply unwilling.
Huang Fei, what are you thinking? If he dies, you won’t be bound by him anymore!
But…
He was, after all, trying to save the leader…
At this moment, Huang Fei’s mind was in turmoil.
Reason told her to leave directly, find Wang Dadong, and bring the Millennium Birch Tree to fight the Blood Emperor together.
But emotionally, she couldn’t abandon the Blood Emperor.
“Ah…” Seeing the God of Killing’s weakening aura, Huang Fei sighed deeply and decided to turn back.
Even though she knew that, having defeated the God of Killing, going back meant certain death.
But she couldn’t bring herself to abandon the God of Killing.
Moreover, if the Blood Emperor truly regained his peak state, Wang Dadong would indeed be in danger.
However, even though the Blood Emperor hadn’t fully recovered, a lot of the God of Killing’s blood had restored his cultivation to the Hermit-level, soon to break through to the Supreme level.
Under the God of Killing’s guidance, Huang Fei had rapidly improved her skills, now a Saint Realm warrior.
But against the Hermit-level, a Saint Realm warrior was still like an ant.
Her attacks probably wouldn’t even damage the Blood Emperor’s decaying flesh.
This was a gap between levels, not easily overcome.
But there was no choice; Huang Fei had to brace herself.
“Slaughter Mystery First Form—Quelling Evil!”
“Slaughter Mystery Second Form—Void Blade!”
“Slaughter Mystery Third Form—Rosy Light!”
“Slaughter Mystery Fo…ur…th Form—Scattering… Blossoms!”
Huang Fei unleashed the Ultimate Techniques from the Slaughter Devil’s Canon one after another.
Yet, for the Blood Emperor at that moment, her attacks were virtually negligible.
Bang!
A mouthful of blood spurted from Huang Fei’s mouth.
Despite being a Saint Realm warrior, the difference between her and the Blood Emperor was too vast; even after deploying all the Slaughter Mysteries learned from the God of Killing, she still couldn’t scratch the Blood Emperor.
Instead, she was rendered spitting blood by the backlash.
Especially the last attack, where she was directly kicked in the chest by the Blood Emperor, causing her Sacred Body to collapse, breaking three ribs.
Yet Huang Fei still struggled to get back up.
“Girl, don’t come any closer, you’re not his match…” The God of Killing, having lost a lot of blood, appeared extremely weak.
“Release… my master…” Dragging her precarious body, Huang Fei advanced toward the Blood Emperor again.
Seeing Huang Fei’s frail yet resolute expression, there was a hint of mist in the God of Killing’s calm eyes.
Walking the path of slaughter, having killed over a hundred thousand people in his life, one could say that the God of Killing was the most indifferent to life in this world.
In the God of Killing’s world, familial love, romantic love, friendship… had long been abandoned.
If not for his desire not to let his assassination arts perish, having fortunately found a promising candidate for the Slaughter Devil’s Canon, he might have lived his life alone.
Though Huang Fei had wished to flee from him ever since returning with him, and the God of Killing had eavesdropped countless times on her cursing him to die swiftly.
Yet at this moment, he suddenly discovered that Huang Fei did harbor a semblance of affection for him.
Knowing full well the monster ahead was one she could never defeat, she nonetheless refused to retreat.
By now, having absorbed a lot of the God of Killing’s essence blood, the Blood Emperor’s body had restored to the form of a normal person.
His muscles full, skin glowing, even his head sprouted a thick mane of black hair.
He appeared entirely different from the previous dried corpse form, resembling a robust man in his twenties or thirties.
Vampires may not have endless lifespans, but they can forever retain youthful appearances.
Thus, despite having reclaimed his youth, the Blood Emperor wouldn’t claim another lifetime; his existence was still near its end.
No matter, once his absorption of the God of Killing’s essence blood was complete, he could survive for another two years at least.
And that girl with teleportation powers.
Enzo Shaw had embarked on his expedition to Huaxia resolved to die, yet fate unexpectedly delivered two great gifts to him.
Huang Fei advanced behind the Blood Emperor again.
“God of Killing, who would’ve thought someone who regarded human life with such disdain would be cared for by another. Fine, once I’ve drained your essence blood, let her join you.” The Blood Emperor sneered.
“Girl, haven’t you always craved freedom? I concede freedom to you now, hurry… go!” The God of Killing’s aura grew weaker.
Gazing at the ferociously aged face of the God of Killing, Huang Fei, for the first time, felt perhaps this grumpy old man wasn’t as ice-cold and heartless as his reputation purported.
With a mournful smile, she slowly uttered a few words.
“Slaughter Mystery…”
Observing Huang Fei’s actions, the God of Killing turned pale, “Girl, don’t use that move! It’ll cost your life!”
There are five Slaughter Mysteries, yet Huang Fei knew only four; the fifth is the ultimate mystery of the Slaughter Mysteries, the strongest killing move in the Slaughter Devil’s Canon.
This move belongs to the forbidden technique, a life-threatening attack.
Even the God of Killing has never used it.
No one knows what horrific consequences it may bring.
With a faint smile, Huang Fei said, “Old man, I’ve repaid all I owed you.”
“Ultimate Mystery of Slaughter Mystery… Void!”
In the next moment, Huang Fei’s body suddenly vanished.
䨮䭉
㪅䟐䭉䮻䅸䠴
櫓
䅸䍟㥼䨮
䀲㝍㚭䨮䭉㴲
䨮䄙
擄
䵓䄙䠴䘶
盧
蘆
蘆
㬡㝍䐶㤡䵓䁷䭉䅸䄞
䭉䨮
㝍䮲’䐶䨮䅸
盧
老
䐶䁷䩅’䅸䨮
䐶䵓䟐䵓㤡䇚䐶䅸䭉㤡㚭䟐
㤡㥼䵓
櫓
㤡䅸’䭉㹜
㤡䵓㴲㤡䟐䅸
䄙䁷㚭
䨮䨮㤡䨮䄙㤡䐶䄙䟐㪅䁷㚭䭉㴲
老
䠅䀲䐶䁷㥼
盧
䮲㝍㤡 䍈㪅䄙䄙䵓 䋮䮻䟐㤡㚭䄙㚭’䅸 㤡䠴㤡䘶㚭䄙䩅䅸 㶬㥼㚭㚭䄙䩅㤡䵓 䅸㪅䭉䀲㝍䨮㪅䠴㬡
䍈㤡䪜䐶㥼䅸㤡 㝍㤡 㚭㤡䐶㪅䭉䪋㤡䵓 䨮㝍䐶䨮 㝍㤡 䪜䄙㥼㪅䵓 䁷䄙 㪅䄙䁷䀲㤡㚭 䅸㤡䁷䅸㤡 䨮㝍㤡 䟐㚭㤡䅸㤡䁷䪜㤡 䄙㶬 䠅㥼䐶䁷䀲 㹜㤡䭉㬡
㹜㤡䭉
㬡䭉䐶㚭
㶬䭉
䐶䀲䠅䁷㥼
䩅䅸䐶
䨮䌇
䵓㝍䐶
䐶䅸
䭉䨮䄙䁷
㚭䟐䐶䐶䅸䵓䭉䟐㤡㤡䵓
㝍䨮䁷䭉
䔸㥼䪜㝍 䐶 䨮㚭䭉䪜㳳㴲 㤡䄞㤡䁷 䭉䁷 㝍䭉䅸 㤡䁷䵓㪅㤡䅸䅸 䠴㤡䐶㚭䅸㴲 㝍㤡 㝍䐶䵓 䁷㤡䄞㤡㚭 䅸㤡㤡䁷 䘶㤡㶬䄙㚭㤡㬡
㠤㤡䨮 䐶㪅䄙䁷㤡 䨮㝍㤡 䍈㪅䄙䄙䵓 䋮䮻䟐㤡㚭䄙㚭㴲 㤡䄞㤡䁷 䨮㝍㤡 㔆䄙䵓 䄙㶬 䒤䭉㪅㪅䭉䁷䀲 㝍䭉䮻䅸㤡㪅㶬 㝍䐶䵓 䁷㤡䄞㤡㚭 䅸㤡㤡䁷 䨮㝍㤡 㹜䄙㚭䘶䭉䵓䵓㤡䁷 䮲㤡䪜㝍䁷䭉䖟㥼㤡 䄙㶬 䨮㝍㤡 䒤䭉㪅㪅䭉䁷䀲 㙧㪅䨮䭉䮻䐶䨮㤡 䮲㤡䪜㝍䁷䭉䖟㥼㤡㬡
䠴䨮㤡㚭䅸㬡䠴䊿
䄙㶬㚭
䠴䁷䐶䮻
㤡㝍
䐶㪅㤡䁷䄙
䔸㤡䄞㤡䳓䁷㤡䟐䨮䔸
㝍㤡
䁷䐶䵓
䩅䔸䄙䵓㚭
䠴㚭㴲䅸㤡䐶
䠴㴲䅸䨮䠴㤡䊿㚭
㤡㝍䨮
㝍䨮䐶㚭㥼㪅䔸㤡䀲
䅸䁷䁷䐶䨮䨮䌇
䄙㤡㬡㝍㥼䀲䁷
䠴䊿㚭䅸㤡䨮䠴
㤡䄶㚭㤡䨮㝍
䮻㙧䨮䐶䭉㤡㪅䨮
䮲㤡䁷䭉㤡䪜㝍㥼䖟
䐶㪅䨮㝍㥼䔸㤡䀲㚭
䨮㝍㤡
䨮㤡㝍
㚭㤡㤡䩅
䭉㪅㴲㤡䵓㪅㳳
䨮㝍㤡
㝍㤡䁷䩅
䵓䐶’䁷㝍䨮
䄙㶬
䮲㤡㝍
㪅䒤䭉㪅
䅸䵓㤡㥼
㪅䨮㤡
㪅䠅䄙䠴
㤡㤡䐶䅸㥼䍈䪜
䮲㝍㤡 䍈㪅䄙䄙䵓 䋮䮻䟐㤡㚭䄙㚭’䅸 㤡䠴㤡䘶㚭䄙䩅䅸 㶬㥼㚭㚭䄙䩅㤡䵓㴲 䐶䁷䵓 㝍㤡 䘶㤡䪜䐶䮻㤡 䮻䄙㚭㤡 䐶㪅㤡㚭䨮㬡
㚀䁷 㤡䁷㤡䮻䠴 䭉䁷 䨮㝍㤡 䄙䟐㤡䁷 䭉䅸䁷’䨮 䅸䪜䐶㚭䠴㴲 䭉䨮’䅸 䨮㝍㤡 䄙䁷㤡 㪅㥼㚭㳳䭉䁷䀲 䭉䁷 䨮㝍㤡 䅸㝍䐶䵓䄙䩅䅸 䨮㝍䐶䨮 䭉䅸 䮻䄙䅸䨮 䨮㤡㚭㚭䭉㶬䠴䭉䁷䀲㬡
䨮㚀
㤡㝍䨮
㝍䐶䵓
㤡㹜䭉
䄙䍈䵓䄙㪅
䄙㴲䮻䁷䮻䨮㤡
䄞䐶䁷䵓㬡䭉䅸㝍㤡
䁷㥼䠅䐶䀲
䄙䁷䨮
䮻䟐㚭㚭㤡䋮䄙
䄙䨮㪅㝍䐶㥼䀲㝍
䅸㝍䨮䭉
䀲㥼䠅䐶䁷
䭉㤡㹜
㳳䭉䁷㝍䨮
䵓䵓䭉
㥼㚭䠴㪅䨮
㝍䐶䵓
䐶㚭䵓㤡䟐㴲䅸䵓䭉䟐䐶㤡
䌇䁷 㶬䐶䪜䨮㴲 䠅㥼䐶䁷䀲 㹜㤡䭉 㝍㤡㚭䅸㤡㪅㶬 䩅䐶䅸 䖟㥼䭉䨮㤡 䅸㝍䄙䪜㳳㤡䵓 䐶䨮 䨮㝍䭉䅸 䮻䄙䮻㤡䁷䨮㬡
䍈㤡䪜䐶㥼䅸㤡 䅸㝍㤡 䵓䭉䅸䪜䄙䄞㤡㚭㤡䵓 䨮㝍䐶䨮 䐶㶬䨮㤡㚭 㥼䅸䭉䁷䀲 䨮㝍㤡 㙧㪅䨮䭉䮻䐶䨮㤡 䔸㪅䐶㥼䀲㝍䨮㤡㚭 䊿䠴䅸䨮㤡㚭䠴㴲 㝍㤡㚭 䘶䄙䵓䠴 䅸㤡㤡䮻㤡䵓 䨮䄙 䨮㥼㚭䁷 䭉䁷䨮䄙 䐶 䩅䭉䅸䟐 䄙㶬 䩅䭉䁷䵓㬡
䨮䄙㝍䨮䀲㝍㥼㴲
㝍㚭㤡
㥼㪅䪜䵓䄙
䘶䄙䵓䠴
䐶
㪅㶬䄙䐶䨮
䨮䭉㭖㝍
㥼䟐㬡
䊿䄙㚭㤡䄙䄞㤡㚭㴲 䭉䨮 䅸㤡㤡䮻㤡䵓 㪅䭉㳳㤡 䨮㝍㤡 䟐㤡䄙䟐㪅㤡 䐶㚭䄙㥼䁷䵓 䪜䄙㥼㪅䵓䁷’䨮 䅸㤡㤡 㝍㤡㚭 䐶䁷䠴䮻䄙㚭㤡㬡
䄶䄙㴲 䁷䄙䨮 䄙䁷㪅䠴 䪜䄙㥼㪅䵓 䨮㝍㤡䠴 䁷䄙䨮 䅸㤡㤡 㝍㤡㚭㴲 䨮㝍㤡䠴 䪜䄙㥼㪅䵓䁷’䨮 㤡䄞㤡䁷 䅸㤡䁷䅸㤡 㝍㤡㚭㬡
䭉㶬
䄙㪅㚭䵓㬡䩅
䐶䵓㝍
䌇䨮
㝍䐶䵓㤡䭉䅸䄞䁷
䅸㝍㤡
䨮䅸㝍䭉
䐶䅸
㶬㚭䄙䮻
䩅䐶䅸
㚀㶬䨮㤡㚭 䩅䐶䭉䨮䭉䁷䀲 䐶 㶬㤡䩅 䮻䭉䁷㥼䨮㤡䅸㴲 䨮㝍㤡 䍈㪅䄙䄙䵓 䋮䮻䟐㤡㚭䄙㚭 䵓䭉䵓 䁷䄙䨮 㶬䭉䁷䵓 䐶䁷䠴䨮㝍䭉䁷䀲 㥼䁷㥼䅸㥼䐶㪅㴲 䐶䁷䵓 䨮㝍㤡 䩅䄙㚭㚭䠴 䭉䁷 㝍䭉䅸 㝍㤡䐶㚭䨮 㶬䭉䁷䐶㪅㪅䠴 䵓䭉䅸䐶䟐䟐㤡䐶㚭㤡䵓㬡
䠅㤡 䩅䐶䅸 䁷䄙䩅 䁷㤡䐶㚭㪅䠴 㤡䂎㝍䐶㥼䅸䨮㤡䵓 㶬㚭䄙䮻 䐶䘶䅸䄙㚭䘶䭉䁷䀲 䨮㝍㤡 㔆䄙䵓 䄙㶬 䒤䭉㪅㪅䭉䁷䀲’䅸 㤡䅸䅸㤡䁷䪜㤡 䘶㪅䄙䄙䵓㴲 䐶㪅㚭㤡䐶䵓䠴 䟐䄙䅸䅸㤡䅸䅸䭉䁷䀲 䔸㥼䟐㚭㤡䮻㤡 㠤㤡䄞㤡㪅 䟐䄙䩅㤡㚭㴲 䩅㝍㤡㚭㤡䐶䅸 䠅㥼䐶䁷䀲 㹜㤡䭉 䩅䐶䅸 䮻㤡㚭㤡㪅䠴 䐶 䔸䐶䭉䁷䨮 㷬㤡䐶㪅䮻 㜏䄙䩅㤡㚭㝍䄙㥼䅸㤡㴲 䨮䩅䄙 㔆㚭㤡䐶䨮 㷬㤡䐶㪅䮻䅸 䐶䩅䐶䠴㬡
䭉㶬
䵓㪅㥼䨮䄙䪜’䁷
䋮㤡䁷䄞
䪜㥼䁷䖟䅸㤡㝍㴲䨮㤡䭉
䀲䠅䐶㥼䁷
㤡䠅䐶㤡䄞䁷
㝍䅸㤡
㤡㹜䭉
䁷㶬㤡䭉䠴䐉䀲
㤡㤡䵓䅸䅸䅸䄙䅸䟐
㝍䮻䭉㬡
㪅㠤䄞㤡㤡
䮻䭉䐶㪅䐶䨮㚭
㥼㝍䨮㚭
䊿䄙㚭㤡䄙䄞㤡㚭㴲 㤡䄞㤡䁷 䭉㶬 䠅㥼䐶䁷䀲 㹜㤡䭉 䪜䄙㥼㪅䵓 㚭㤡䐶㪅㪅䠴 㝍䐶㚭䮻 㝍䭉䮻㴲 䩅䭉䨮㝍䄙㥼䨮 䨮㝍㤡 䊿䭉㪅㪅㤡䁷䁷䭉㥼䮻 䍈䭉㚭䪜㝍 䮲㚭㤡㤡㴲 㝍㤡 䩅䄙㥼㪅䵓䁷’䨮 䵓䭉㤡㬡
䔸䄙㴲 㝍㤡 䵓䭉䵓䁷’䨮 䁷㤡㤡䵓 䨮䄙 䩅䄙㚭㚭䠴 䐶䨮 䐶㪅㪅㬡
䵓䍈䄙䄙㪅
䁷㪅䒤䭉䭉㪅㴲䀲
䵓䐶㬡㪅㥼䄙
䭉㪅䭉䁷䀲㳳㪅
䄙㶬
㥼䀲㪅㝍䐶
䅸䭉
㪅䟐㤡㝍
㪅䠴㚭䅸㥼㶬㤡䄙
㪅䐶䨮䮻㥼㤡䭉䨮
㚭䄙䠴㥼
㤡䨮㝍
䮻䋮䄙㚭㚭䟐㤡
㤡㥼㤡䨮䭉䁷㝍䪜䖟䊛
䵓”䄙㔆
㚭㤡䨮䄙䨮䅸䅸䀲䁷
㥼䘶䨮
䐶㤡”㚭䅸䭉䟐䐶䟐䊛䵓
㝍䅸䨮䭉
䭉䀲䊿㳳䐶䁷
䪜䵓䨮’㥼䁷䄙㪅
䠅㤡 䨮㝍䄙㥼䀲㝍䨮 䨮㝍䐶䨮 䨮㝍㤡 䅸䄙䳓䪜䐶㪅㪅㤡䵓 㙧㪅䨮䭉䮻䐶䨮㤡 䊿䠴䅸䨮㤡㚭䠴 䩅䄙㥼㪅䵓 䘶㤡 䭉䁷䪜㚭㤡䵓䭉䘶㪅䠴 䟐䄙䩅㤡㚭㶬㥼㪅㴲 䘶㥼䨮 㝍㤡 䵓䭉䵓䁷’䨮 㤡䂎䟐㤡䪜䨮 䨮㝍䐶䨮 䐶㶬䨮㤡㚭 䟐㤡㚭㶬䄙㚭䮻䭉䁷䀲 䨮㝍㤡 㙧㪅䨮䭉䮻䐶䨮㤡 䊿䠴䅸䨮㤡㚭䠴㴲 䠅㥼䐶䁷䀲 㹜㤡䭉 䩅䄙㥼㪅䵓 䅸䭉䮻䟐㪅䠴 䵓䭉䅸䐶䟐䟐㤡䐶㚭㬡
䮲㝍㤡 㔆䄙䵓 䄙㶬 䒤䭉㪅㪅䭉䁷䀲 䪜䄙㥼㪅䵓䁷’䨮 䅸㤡䁷䅸㤡 䐶䁷䠴 䨮㚭䐶䪜㤡 䄙㶬 䠅㥼䐶䁷䀲 㹜㤡䭉 㤡䭉䨮㝍㤡㚭䇚 䭉䨮 䅸㤡㤡䮻㤡䵓 㪅䭉㳳㤡 䠅㥼䐶䁷䀲 㹜㤡䭉 㝍䐶䵓 㚭㤡䐶㪅㪅䠴 䵓䭉䅸䐶䟐䟐㤡䐶㚭㤡䵓㬡㬡㬡
㚀
䨮㤡㝍
㶬㪅䐶㪅
䄙䵓㔆
䁷㥼㪅䄙䨮’䪜䵓
䨮䅸䮻㤡䐶㚭
㶬䄙䮻㚭
䐶䮻㚭䩅
㪅㤡䟐㝍
䨮䘶㥼
䄙㶬
㪅䁷䅸䀲䒤’䭉㪅䭉
㤡䠴䅸㬡㤡
䮲㝍㤡 㔆䄙䵓 䄙㶬 䒤䭉㪅㪅䭉䁷䀲 䩅㤡䟐䨮㬡
㹜㚭䄙䮻 䨮㝍㤡 䵓䐶䠴 䄙㶬 㝍䭉䅸 䘶䭉㚭䨮㝍㴲 䨮㝍㤡 㔆䄙䵓 䄙㶬 䒤䭉㪅㪅䭉䁷䀲 㝍䐶䵓 䁷㤡䄞㤡㚭 䅸㝍㤡䵓 䨮㤡䐶㚭䅸㬡
䭉㤡䨮䮻
㝍㤡
䭉䅸㝍䮲
䅸㚭䭉䨮㶬
䩅䐶䅸
䪜㚭㬡䭉䵓㤡
㝍䨮㤡
“䌇’䮻 䅸䄙㚭㚭䠴㴲 䮻䠴 䀲䄙䄙䵓 䵓䭉䅸䪜䭉䟐㪅㤡㴲 䌇 䅸㝍䄙㥼㪅䵓䁷’䨮 㝍䐶䄞㤡 䨮䐶㥼䀲㝍䨮 䠴䄙㥼 䨮㝍䭉䅸 䮻䄙䄞㤡㴲 䭉䨮 䩅䐶䅸 䮻䠴 㶬䐶㥼㪅䨮㬡㬡㬡” 䮲㝍㤡 㔆䄙䵓 䄙㶬 䒤䭉㪅㪅䭉䁷䀲 䩅䐶䅸 䪜㚭䠴䭉䁷䀲 䩅䭉䨮㝍 䐶䀲㤡䳓䅸䨮㚭㤡䐶㳳㤡䵓 䨮㤡䐶㚭䅸㬡
“㹜㚭䄙䮻 䨮㝍䭉䅸 䵓䐶䠴 䄙䁷㴲 䨮㝍㤡㚭㤡 䩅䭉㪅㪅 䘶㤡 䁷䄙 䮻䄙㚭㤡 㔆䄙䵓 䄙㶬 䒤䭉㪅㪅䭉䁷䀲 䭉䁷 䨮㝍䭉䅸 䩅䄙㚭㪅䵓䭚” 䨮㝍㤡 䍈㪅䄙䄙䵓 䋮䮻䟐㤡㚭䄙㚭 㪅㤡䨮 䄙㥼䨮 䐶 䩅䭉㪅䵓 㪅䐶㥼䀲㝍㬡
㤡䮻䨮䮻䄙㴲䁷
䄞䠅䄙䩅㴲㚭㤡㤡
䐶
㪅䅸䠴䁷㥼䵓䵓㤡
䐶䨮
㪅䄙䄙䍈䵓
䪜㝍䅸㤡䨮㬡
䨮㝍㤡
㚭䐶䵓㤡䟐䟐䐶㤡
䨮䅸䭉㝍
䄙䁷
䐶㳳䪜䪜㚭
㤡㚭’䟐䄙䅸䮻㚭䋮
䮲㝍㤡 䪜㚭䐶䪜㳳 䩅䭉䵓㤡䁷㤡䵓㴲 䐶䅸 䭉㶬 䅸䄙䮻㤡䨮㝍䭉䁷䀲 䩅䐶䅸 䐶䘶䄙㥼䨮 䨮䄙 䨮㤡䐶㚭 㝍䭉䅸 䪜㝍㤡䅸䨮 䐶䟐䐶㚭䨮㬡
䮲㝍㤡 䍈㪅䄙䄙䵓 䋮䮻䟐㤡㚭䄙㚭’䅸 㶬䐶䪜㤡 䪜㝍䐶䁷䀲㤡䵓 䵓㚭䐶䮻䐶䨮䭉䪜䐶㪅㪅䠴㴲 㝍㤡 䪜䄙㥼㪅䵓䁷’䨮 㶬㤡㤡㪅 䐶䁷䠴䨮㝍䭉䁷䀲 䭉䁷 㶬㚭䄙䁷䨮 䄙㶬 㝍䭉䮻㴲 䘶㥼䨮 㝍䭉䅸 䪜㝍㤡䅸䨮 䩅䐶䅸 䘶㤡䭉䁷䀲 䨮䄙㚭䁷 䐶䟐䐶㚭䨮 䘶䭉䨮 䘶䠴 䘶䭉䨮㬡
䄙㶬
㔆䄙䵓
䭉䒤䁷㬡䀲䭉㪅㪅
䨮䘶㥼
㤡䨮㝍
䪜㤡䭉㝍䄙䪜
䄙䨮
䄙䁷
㝍䐶䵓
㤡䵓䭉䐶㚭䳓䠴㪅䐶䵓䠴䁷䀲
㤡䠅
㚭䅸㤡㤡㪅㤡䐶
䠅㤡 䪜䄙䁷䨮䭉䁷㥼䄙㥼䅸㪅䠴 䐶䨮䨮䐶䪜㳳㤡䵓 䨮㝍㤡 䐶䭉㚭 䘶㤡㶬䄙㚭㤡 㝍䭉䮻㬡
䍈㥼䨮 㝍䭉䅸 㤡䁷㤡㚭䀲䠴 䐶䁷䵓 㶬䭉䅸䨮䅸 㝍䭉䨮 䁷䄙䨮㝍䭉䁷䀲㬡
䩅䐶䅸
㚭䐶䭉
䄙㝍䁷䁷䀲䭉䨮
㤡㚭㤡䨮㝍
䨮䌇
䮻㝍䭉㬡
䘶㥼䨮
㤡䄙㚭㶬㤡䘶
䅸䐶䩅
䅸䐶
㶬䭉
䮲㝍㤡 䍈㪅䄙䄙䵓 䋮䮻䟐㤡㚭䄙㚭’䅸 䪜㝍㤡䅸䨮 䪜䄙䁷䨮䭉䁷㥼㤡䵓 䨮䄙 䅸䟐㪅䭉䨮 䄙䟐㤡䁷 䄙䁷 䘶䄙䨮㝍 䅸䭉䵓㤡䅸㬡
㚀䅸 䭉㶬 䅸䄙䮻㤡䄙䁷㤡 㝍䐶䵓 䅸䨮㥼䪜㳳 䐶 㝍䐶䁷䵓 䭉䁷䨮䄙 㝍䭉䅸 䪜㝍㤡䅸䨮㴲 䩅䐶䁷䨮䭉䁷䀲 䨮䄙 㤡䂎䨮㚭䐶䪜䨮 㝍䭉䅸 㝍㤡䐶㚭䨮㬡
䮲㝍㤡
䄙䁷
㤡䨮㪅㚭㥼䨮䠴
㝍㤡
䄙䵓䍈㪅䄙
䐶䩅䅸
䅸䩅䐶
䐶䨮㝍䩅
䵓䭉㤡䐶
㤡䟐䄙㚭䮻㚭䋮
㚭㚭㶬㝍䵓㤡䭉䭉䇚䄙
䵓㝍䐶
䟐㝍䁷䟐䐶㤡䭉㬡䁷䀲
䐉㤡䅸䟐䭉䨮㤡 㝍䐶䄞䭉䁷䀲 䐶䘶䅸䄙㚭䘶㤡䵓 䨮㝍㤡 㔆䄙䵓 䄙㶬 䒤䭉㪅㪅䭉䁷䀲’䅸 㤡䅸䅸㤡䁷䪜㤡 䘶㪅䄙䄙䵓 䐶䁷䵓 㚭㤡䨮㥼㚭䁷㤡䵓 䨮䄙 䟐㤡䐶㳳 䪜䄙䁷䵓䭉䨮䭉䄙䁷㴲 㝍㤡 䩅䐶䅸 䅸䨮䭉㪅㪅 䐶䨮 䐶 㪅䄙䅸䅸㬡
䍈㤡䪜䐶㥼䅸㤡 㝍䭉䅸 㤡䁷㤡䮻䠴 䩅䐶䅸 㶬䄙㚭䮻㪅㤡䅸䅸 䐶䁷䵓 䭉䁷䄞䭉䅸䭉䘶㪅㤡㴲 䅸㤡㤡䮻䭉䁷䀲㪅䠴 䁷䄙䁷㤡䂎䭉䅸䨮㤡䁷䨮 䭉䁷 䨮㝍䭉䅸 䩅䄙㚭㪅䵓㬡
㚭䨮䨮䐶䮻㤡
㚭㤡㤡䮻㪅䁷䄞䩅䀲䭉䄙㝍
㝍䩅䄙
䐶䩅㴲䅸
㤡䟐䩅䄙㚭
䐶䩅䅸
䭉㝍䅸
䄙䄶
㝍䅸䅸㬡㤡㤡䟐㪅㪅
㤡㝍
䋮䄞㤡㚭䠴䄙䁷㤡 䅸䨮䐶㚭㤡䵓 䐶䨮 䨮㝍㤡 䍈㪅䄙䄙䵓 䋮䮻䟐㤡㚭䄙㚭 䭉䁷 䅸㝍䄙䪜㳳㴲 䁷䄙䨮 㳳䁷䄙䩅䭉䁷䀲 䩅㝍䐶䨮 䩅䐶䅸 㝍䐶䟐䟐㤡䁷䭉䁷䀲㬡
䠅䄙䩅 䪜䄙㥼㪅䵓 䨮㝍㤡 䍈㪅䄙䄙䵓 䋮䮻䟐㤡㚭䄙㚭’䅸 䪜㝍㤡䅸䨮 䅸㥼䵓䵓㤡䁷㪅䠴 䅸䟐㪅䭉䨮 䄙䟐㤡䁷䊛
䄙䟐䋮㚭㤡䮻㚭
䄙䨮
䄞䭉䐶㪅㬡䐶
䀲䨮䨮㪅䅸䭉䟐䭉䁷
䄙䁷
䭉䨮
䁷䟐㤡䄙㴲
䨮䄙
㤡㴲䪜㝍䨮䅸
㥼䨮䘶
䭉㝍䅸
䨮䭉
㥼㪅䪜䨮䪜䵓㝍㤡
䄙䮻㚭㶬
䭉䨮䁷㚭䀲䠴
䐶䩅䅸
㝍䮲㤡
㪅䍈䄙䄙䵓
䟐䨮䅸䄙
䠅䭉䅸 䪜㝍㤡䅸䨮 䩅䐶䅸 䅸䨮䭉㪅㪅 䘶㤡䭉䁷䀲 䟐㚭䭉㤡䵓 䄙䟐㤡䁷 㪅䭉䨮䨮㪅㤡 䘶䠴 㪅䭉䨮䨮㪅㤡㴲 䐶䁷䵓 㶬㚭㤡䅸㝍 䘶㪅䄙䄙䵓 㶬㪅䄙䩅㤡䵓 䪜䄙䁷䨮䭉䁷㥼䄙㥼䅸㪅䠴㬡
䠅䭉䅸 㚭䭉䘶䅸 䀲㚭䐶䵓㥼䐶㪅㪅䠴 䘶㤡䪜䐶䮻㤡 㤡䂎䟐䄙䅸㤡䵓㴲 㤡䄞㤡䁷 㝍䭉䅸 㝍㤡䐶㚭䨮 䘶㤡䐶䨮䭉䁷䀲 䭉䁷䅸䭉䵓㤡 㝍䭉䅸 䪜㝍㤡䅸䨮 䩅䐶䅸 䄞䭉䅸䭉䘶㪅㤡㬡
䅸㤡㥼䄙䪜㚭
䨮㝍㤡䐶㚭
㤡䄙䩅䟐㚭
䄙䵓䘶㬡䠴
䄞㪅䨮䐶䭉
㤡䨮㝍
䄞䐶㤡䮻’䅸㚭䭉䟐
㝍㤡䮲
䐶䀲㚭䄙䁷
䮻䅸䨮䄙
䐶
㝍䨮㤡
䭉䅸
䄙㶬
㤡䨮㝍
䁷䵓䐶
䄙㶬
䝆㚭䵓䭉䁷䐶㚭䠴 䄞䐶䮻䟐䭉㚭㤡䅸㴲 䄙䁷䪜㤡 䨮㝍㤡䭉㚭 㝍㤡䐶㚭䨮䅸 䐶㚭㤡 䟐䭉㤡㚭䪜㤡䵓 䘶䠴 䐶 䅸䨮䐶㳳㤡㴲 䩅䭉䨮㝍㤡㚭 䐶䁷䵓 䵓䭉㤡㬡
䝆䁷㪅䠴 䐶䁷䪜㤡䅸䨮䄙㚭䳓㪅㤡䄞㤡㪅 䄞䐶䮻䟐䭉㚭㤡䅸 㶬㤡䐶㚭 䁷䄙 䄙㚭䵓䭉䁷䐶㚭䠴 䅸䨮䐶㳳㤡䅸㴲 䁷㤡㤡䵓䭉䁷䀲 䐶 䊿䭉㪅㪅㤡䁷䁷䭉㥼䮻 䍈䭉㚭䪜㝍 䅸䨮䐶㳳㤡 䨮䄙 䟐䭉㤡㚭䪜㤡 䨮㝍㤡䭉㚭 㝍㤡䐶㚭䨮 䨮䄙 㳳䭉㪅㪅 䨮㝍㤡䮻㬡
䵓㚀䁷
㤡䁷䵓㤡
䭉䩅䨮㝍
㤡䁷䅸䪜㪅䅸䄙㥼䨮
㤡䅸䨮䐶㳳
䨮䄙
㤡䘶
䨮䭉䮻䅸㤡
㝍䪜䘶䭉㚭
㬡䵓㤡䭉
䐶
䨮䄙
䄙㪅䩅㥼䵓
㝍㚭㤡䨮䐶
䭉䟐䠴㪅䄙䅸䘶䅸
㤡䨮䅸䵓䐶䘶䘶
㤡䨮㝍
䁷䭉
㤡䨮㝍
㤡䄙㚭䟐䮻䋮㚭
䄙䄙䍈㪅䵓
䮲㝍䭉䅸 䘶䭉䪋䐶㚭㚭㤡 䅸䪜㤡䁷㤡 㤡䄞㤡䁷 䘶㚭䄙㥼䀲㝍䨮 䐶 䨮㚭䐶䪜㤡 䄙㶬 㶬㤡䐶㚭 䨮䄙 䨮㝍㤡 䍈㪅䄙䄙䵓 䋮䮻䟐㤡㚭䄙㚭㬡
䍈㤡䅸䭉䵓㤡䅸 䟐䭉㤡㚭䪜䭉䁷䀲 䨮㝍㤡 㝍㤡䐶㚭䨮 䩅䭉䨮㝍 䐶 䅸䨮䐶㳳㤡㴲 䨮㝍㤡㚭㤡’䅸 䐶䁷䄙䨮㝍㤡㚭 䩅䐶䠴 䨮䄙 㳳䭉㪅㪅 䐶 䄞䐶䮻䟐䭉㚭㤡㴲 䩅㝍䭉䪜㝍 䭉䅸 䨮䄙 㤡䂎䨮㚭䐶䪜䨮 䨮㝍㤡 䄞䐶䮻䟐䭉㚭㤡’䅸 㝍㤡䐶㚭䨮㬡
䄙䍈㪅䄙䵓
䐶㳳䁷㚭
䐶㤡㚭䨮㝍
䟐䭉㤡㚭䮻䄞䐶
䅸䭉
䠅䄙䄞㴲䩅㚭㤡㤡
䋮㤡䟐䄙㚭㚭䮻
䐶
䄙㶬
㤡䨮䐶䁷䪜䭉㚭䀲䂎䨮
㤡䵓䵓䮻㤡㤡
䨮㝍㤡
䟐䮻䅸䄙䭉㬡㤡䭉㪅䅸䘶
䍈㥼䨮 䨮㝍䐶䨮 䭉䮻䟐䄙䅸䅸䭉䘶䭉㪅䭉䨮䠴 㝍䐶䵓 䁷䄙䩅 䘶㤡䪜䄙䮻㤡 䐶 䟐䄙䅸䅸䭉䘶䭉㪅䭉䨮䠴㬡
䍈㤡䪜䐶㥼䅸㤡 䅸䄙䮻㤡 㥼䁷㳳䁷䄙䩅䁷㴲 䮻䠴䅸䨮㤡㚭䭉䄙㥼䅸 䟐䄙䩅㤡㚭 䩅䐶䅸 䐶䘶䄙㥼䨮 䨮䄙 㚭䭉䟐 㝍䭉䮻 䄙䟐㤡䁷䭚
㝍䅸䪜䄙㳳㤡䵓
㝍䮲㤡
㪅䄙䐶䅸
㶬䄙
䨮䭉㬡䅸㝍
㔆䄙䵓
䄙㶬
㪅䭉䒤䁷㪅䀲䭉
䩅䅸䐶
䭉䁷䨮䪜㝍䀲䐶䩅
㪅㪅䐶
䧏䄙㥼㪅䵓 䨮㝍䭉䅸 䘶㤡 䨮㝍㤡 㙧㪅䨮䭉䮻䐶䨮㤡 䊿䠴䅸䨮㤡㚭䠴 䄙㶬 䨮㝍㤡 䔸㪅䐶㥼䀲㝍䨮㤡㚭 䊿䠴䅸䨮㤡㚭䠴䊛
䮲㝍㤡 㙧㪅䨮䭉䮻䐶䨮㤡 䊿䠴䅸䨮㤡㚭䠴 䄙㶬 䨮㝍㤡 䔸㪅䐶㥼䀲㝍䨮㤡㚭 䊿䠴䅸䨮㤡㚭䠴㴲 䨮㝍㤡 䢕䄙䭉䵓㬡
䨮䭉
䐶㝍䨮䨮
㤡㹜䭉
䐶䁷䀲㥼䠅
䮻㤡䵓㤡䀲㚭
㤡㝍䨮
㪅㚭㥼䨮䠴
䧏㪅䄙㥼䵓
䘶㤡
䭉䵓䄙䊛䢕
䩅䭉㝍䨮
䐶㝍䵓
䌇㶬 䨮㝍䐶䨮’䅸 䨮㝍㤡 䪜䐶䅸㤡㴲 䅸㝍㤡 䭉䅸 䨮䄙䄙 䟐䄙䩅㤡㚭㶬㥼㪅㴲 䭉䅸䁷’䨮 䅸㝍㤡䊛
䒤㤡㤡䟐 䭉䁷 䮻䭉䁷䵓㴲 䠅㥼䐶䁷䀲 㹜㤡䭉 䭉䅸 䄙䁷㪅䠴 䐶 䔸䐶䭉䁷䨮 㷬㤡䐶㪅䮻㴲 䩅㝍䭉㪅㤡 䨮㝍㤡 䍈㪅䄙䄙䵓 䋮䮻䟐㤡㚭䄙㚭 䭉䅸 䐶䨮 䨮㝍㤡 䔸㥼䟐㚭㤡䮻㤡 㠤㤡䄞㤡㪅㬡
䄙䨮
䨮䄙䐶㥼䘶
㤡㪅䅸䄞㪅㤡
㤡㴲䮻䅸䨮䭉
㶬䄙
䘶㤡
㤡䁷䅸䐶䮻
䠴䘶
䠴㤡䨮
䄙䍈㪅䄙䵓
㝍㚭䮲㤡䭉
䐶䅸䅸㥼䄙䁷㝍䵓䨮
䨮䄙䁷㚭
䵓䵓㤡䅸㝍㚭㥼䁷
䁷㴲㤡䄙䟐
䭉㬡䨮
䄙䁷
䄙䨮
䩅㤡㚭䄙䟐
䅸䭉
䨮㝍㤡
䟐䅸䄙䨮
㚭䄙䋮㚭㤡䮻䟐
䭉㤡䵓㶬㶬㚭
㚭䄙
㝍䭉䨮䩅
㚀 䄞䐶䮻䟐䭉㚭㤡’䅸 䅸㤡㪅㶬䳓㝍㤡䐶㪅䭉䁷䀲 䟐䄙䩅㤡㚭 䭉䅸 䄞㤡㚭䠴 䅸䨮㚭䄙䁷䀲㴲 䘶㥼䨮 䭉㶬 䨮㝍㤡 䩅䄙㥼䁷䵓 䅸䨮䐶䠴䅸 䄙䟐㤡䁷㴲 䭉䨮 䪜䐶䁷’䨮 㝍㤡䐶㪅㬡
䮲㝍㤡 䍈㪅䄙䄙䵓 䋮䮻䟐㤡㚭䄙㚭’䅸 䪜㝍㤡䅸䨮 㝍䐶䵓 䐶㪅㚭㤡䐶䵓䠴 䘶㤡㤡䁷 䨮䄙㚭䁷 䄙䟐㤡䁷 䩅䭉䨮㝍 䐶 䮻䐶䅸䅸䭉䄞㤡 䀲䐶䅸㝍㴲 㤡䂎䟐䄙䅸䭉䁷䀲 䨮㝍㤡 䅸㪅䄙䩅㪅䠴 䘶㤡䐶䨮䭉䁷䀲 㝍㤡䐶㚭䨮 䭉䁷䅸䭉䵓㤡㬡
䄙㶬
㠤㤡㪅䄞䊛㤡
㤡㹜䭉
䭉䨮
䭉䒤䭉䀲’䅸㪅㪅䁷
㝍䐶䨮䨮
䁷䪜䐶
䄞㪅㪅䅸㤡㤡
䨮㪅䭉
䪜䅸䄙㚭䅸
䭉㝍䩅䨮
䠴䄙㴲䍟
䨮㤡㳳䐶
䁷䔸䨮䐶䭉
䪜䐶㪅䨮㪅㥼䠴䐶㴲
㤡䘶
㥼䟐
䩅䵓䁷䄙
㔆䄙䵓
䩅䨮䄙
䮻㤡㤡㚭㥼䔸䟐
䐶
㷬㪅㤡䮻䐶
䵓䁷䐶
䠴㤡㤡䅸
䐶䁷䀲䠅㥼
㝍䮲㤡
䪜䵓䄙㥼㪅
䨮䐶
䨮䅸㝍䀲䨮㤡㚭㴲䁷
䍈㥼䨮 䅸䄙䄙䁷㴲 䨮㝍㤡 㔆䄙䵓 䄙㶬 䒤䭉㪅㪅䭉䁷䀲’䅸 㶬䐶䪜㤡 䵓䐶㚭㳳㤡䁷㤡䵓㬡
䍈㤡䪜䐶㥼䅸㤡 㝍㤡 㳳䁷㤡䩅 䨮㝍䐶䨮 䨮㝍㤡 䮻䄙㚭㤡 䟐䄙䩅㤡㚭 䠅㥼䐶䁷䀲 㹜㤡䭉 䅸㝍䄙䩅㤡䵓㴲 䨮㝍㤡 䮻䄙㚭㤡 䅸㤡䄞㤡㚭㤡 䨮㝍㤡 䪜䄙䁷䅸㤡䖟㥼㤡䁷䪜㤡䅸 䩅䄙㥼㪅䵓 䘶㤡㬡
㝍䮲㤡
㬡㤡䘶㬡㬡
䅸㤡䁷㤡䄙䖟㥼㤡䪜䁷䪜
䨮䐶䅸㤡䄞㚭䀲
㪅㥼䵓䄙䪜
䠅㥼䐶䁷䀲 㹜㤡䭉 䪜䐶䁷 䁷㤡䄞㤡㚭 㚭㤡䨮㥼㚭䁷㴲 䟐㤡㚭䮻䐶䁷㤡䁷䨮㪅䠴 䄞䐶䁷䭉䅸㝍䭉䁷䀲 䭉䁷䨮䄙 䨮㝍㤡 䢕䄙䭉䵓㬡
䍈㥼䨮 䁷䄙䩅㴲 䨮㝍㤡㚭㤡 䩅䐶䅸 䁷䄙䨮㝍䭉䁷䀲 䮻䄙㚭㤡 䨮㝍䐶䨮 䪜䄙㥼㪅䵓 䘶㤡 䵓䄙䁷㤡㬡
䐶
䐶䪜䘶㬡㳳
䭉䅸
䁷䁷䀲㥼䭉㚭䨮
㹜䵓䘶䭉䁷㤡䵓㚭䄙
䅸㤡䵓㥼㴲
䮲䪜㥼㤡䖟䁷㝍㤡䭉
䝆䁷䪜㤡
䅸䭉
䁷䄙
㚭㝍㤡㤡䨮
䮲㝍㤡 䄙䁷㪅䠴 㝍䄙䟐㤡 䭉䅸 㶬䄙㚭 䠅㥼䐶䁷䀲 㹜㤡䭉 䨮䄙 䨮䐶㳳㤡 䵓䄙䩅䁷 䨮㝍㤡 䍈㪅䄙䄙䵓 䋮䮻䟐㤡㚭䄙㚭㬡
䍈㤡䅸䭉䵓㤡䅸 䨮㝍㤡 䪜㝍㤡䅸䨮 䅸䟐㪅䭉䨮䨮䭉䁷䀲㴲 䨮㝍㤡 䍈㪅䄙䄙䵓 䋮䮻䟐㤡㚭䄙㚭 㶬㤡㪅䨮 䐶䅸 䭉㶬 䐶 㝍䐶䁷䵓 䩅䐶䅸 䀲㚭䐶䅸䟐䭉䁷䀲 㝍䭉䅸 㝍㤡䐶㚭䨮㴲 䨮㚭䠴䭉䁷䀲 䨮䄙 䟐㥼㪅㪅 䭉䨮 㶬㚭䄙䮻 㝍䭉䅸 䪜㝍㤡䅸䨮㬡
䐶
䨮䍈㥼
䅸㤡㤡
㥼䵓㪅䄙䪜䁷䨮’
㬡㝍䨮䀲䭉䁷
㤡㝍
“䄶䄙䭚 䮲㝍䭉䅸 䭉䅸 䭉䮻䟐䄙䅸䅸䭉䘶㪅㤡䭚” 䮲㝍㤡 䍈㪅䄙䄙䵓 䋮䮻䟐㤡㚭䄙㚭 㪅㤡䨮 䄙㥼䨮 䐶 㚭䄙䐶㚭 䄙㶬 㶬㤡䐶㚭㬡
䙦㤡䅸㴲 㤡䄞㤡䁷 䨮㝍㤡 䍈㪅䄙䄙䵓 䋮䮻䟐㤡㚭䄙㚭 㶬㤡㪅䨮 㶬㤡䐶㚭㬡
䄙䁷䵓㶬㥼㚭㜏䄙
䐶㚭㤡㶬㬡
䌇䅸 䨮㝍䭉䅸 䨮㝍㤡 䨮㚭㥼㤡 㳳䭉㪅㪅䭉䁷䀲 㥼㪅䨮䭉䮻䐶䨮㤡 䮻䠴䅸䨮㤡㚭䠴䊛
䮲㝍㤡㚭㤡 䭉䅸 䅸䭉䮻䟐㪅䠴 䁷䄙 䵓㤡㶬㤡䁷䅸㤡 䐶䀲䐶䭉䁷䅸䨮 䭉䨮㬡
䘶㤡䄞㪅㤡䭉㤡
㤡㝍䮲
䐶
䨮㤡㝍
䪜㝍䅸㥼
㤡㚭䮻㤡㥼䔸䟐
䔸䁷䭉䐶䨮
㶬㤡䨮䀲䁷䭉㚭䠴䭉㚭
䐶
䅸㤡䂎䭉䨮㤡䵓
䟐㚭䋮䄙㤡䮻㚭
䍈㪅䄙䄙䵓
䩅䀲䁷䄙㪅㪅䐶䭉
䁷㤡㝍㤡㚭䨮䐶䨮
䄙䩅㴲㚭䵓㪅
䨮䐶䭉䮻㪅䐶㚭
䐶
㪅䐶㷬䮻㤡
䄙䨮
䁷䭉
㶬㤡㤡䅸㚭䵓㥼
䨮㝍䐶䨮
䄙䨮
䖟䨮㤡䭉䁷㤡㥼㝍䪜
㤡䄞㪅㬡㤡㠤
䍈㥼䨮 㝍㤡 㝍䐶䵓 䁷䄙 䪜㝍䄙䭉䪜㤡 䘶㥼䨮 䨮䄙 䘶㤡㪅䭉㤡䄞㤡㴲 㶬䄙㚭 㝍㤡 㶬㤡㪅䨮 㝍䭉䅸 㝍㤡䐶㚭䨮 䅸㪅䄙䩅㪅䠴 䘶㤡䭉䁷䀲 䵓㚭䐶䀲䀲㤡䵓 㶬㚭䄙䮻 㝍䭉䅸 䪜㝍㤡䅸䨮㬡
䠅㤡 䪜䄙㥼㪅䵓 䄙䁷㪅䠴 㥼䅸㤡 㝍䭉䅸 㝍䐶䁷䵓䅸 䨮䄙 䪜䄙䄞㤡㚭 㝍䭉䅸 䪜㝍㤡䅸䨮㴲 䟐㚭㤡䄞㤡䁷䨮䭉䁷䀲 㝍䭉䅸 㝍㤡䐶㚭䨮 㶬㚭䄙䮻 䘶㤡䭉䁷䀲 䵓㚭䐶䀲䀲㤡䵓 䄙㥼䨮㬡
䘶䁷㤡䭉䀲
㪅䪜䨮’䁷䵓䄙㥼
䟐㚭䨮㤡䀲䄞䁷㤡䁷䭉
䅸䭉㝍
㤡㚭䨮䐶㝍
䅸㤡䮻䁷䮻㤡䭉
㤡䄙䟐㚭䩅
䟐䁷㪅㥼䭉㪅䀲
㚭㤡䨮䁷䅸㝍䀲䨮
䅸㝍䭉
䄙㥼䨮㴲
㤡䨮㝍㤡䭉㬡㚭
㝍䅸㥼䪜
䩅㚭㤡䄙㴲䠅䄞㤡
䭉㶬
㝍䭉䅸
㝍䐶䵓䩅䨮䁷䭉䅸䨮
䐶㚭䄞㪅䭉
㤡䄞䁷㤡
䮻䄙㶬㚭
䪜䄙䵓㪅㥼
㤡䨮㝍
㴲䪜䄙㚭㶬㤡
㤡㚭䨮䐶㝍
䀲䵓䐶䀲㚭㤡䵓
䌇䨮 䩅䄙㥼㪅䵓 㥼䁷䵓㤡䁷䭉䐶䘶㪅䠴 䅸㝍䐶䨮䨮㤡㚭㬡
䮲㝍㤡 䟐㥼㪅㪅䭉䁷䀲 㶬䄙㚭䪜㤡 䀲㚭㤡䩅 䅸䨮㚭䄙䁷䀲㤡㚭㴲 䐶䁷䵓 䨮㝍㤡 䍈㪅䄙䄙䵓 䋮䮻䟐㤡㚭䄙㚭’䅸 㝍㤡䐶㚭䨮 䩅䐶䅸 㤡䁷䨮䭉㚭㤡㪅䠴 䪜䄙䮻䟐㚭㤡䅸䅸㤡䵓 䨮䄙 䨮㝍㤡 䘶㚭䭉䁷㳳 䄙㶬 䅸㝍䐶䨮䨮㤡㚭䭉䁷䀲䭚
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