Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy-Chapter 1295 - 30: Truly Unexpected
Capítulo 1295: Chapter 30: Truly Unexpected
The first Dragon Rider figure does not flinch nor retreat, fiercely raising the blade and stepping forward.
The curved light scythe blade on the left hand simultaneously disappears at both ends, transforming into elusive blue short spikes, as countless raindrops appear in an instant.
Redemption Second Stage—Thousand Fierce Rain!
A whole vertical plane of light dots suddenly pierces into the giant claw.
In an instant, the palm of that giant claw is riddled with holes.
The Dragon Rider figure fearlessly charges in.
Three trailing shadows closely follow.
Carrying the graceful aesthetics of flowing clouds and water in this advance.
Another step forward.
As the sound of metal clashing rings out.
Four figures simultaneously turn into a straight azure light track, fiercely piercing the giant beast!
Descending from the shadow…
My name, Holy Hall!
Inheritance Battle Skill from Mohandas—Shadow Assault!
The Armored Dragon Rider with an awe-inspiring presence, completely penetrates this fierce beast that’s threatening to leave a massive imprint on the steel-rock with a single claw…
A clear human silhouette hovers above the beast’s abdomen.
The roar of the giant beast abruptly halts, life in its huge, bloody eyes begins to fade.
It looks down at its abdomen, eyes filled with agony and disbelief.
At this moment, a certain… familiar… low chanting echoes from deep within the valley.
Purple mist begins to stir rapidly, frantically swirling towards the giant beast.
The eyes that had started to fade suddenly gather a fierce glow again, the wounds on the abdomen begin to stop bleeding.
Mu Fan turns back indifferently, the Dragon Rider figure vanishes again.
Thud…
A light sound of a sharp blade slicing through a throat is heard.
Mu Fan, facing away from the giant beast, gracefully lands, left hand spinning the curved light scythe blade back.
The “Dragon Core” on his chest brightens exceptionally at this moment, as if recording this remarkable feat.
Behind him, a massive beast head falls heavily to the ground.
Ghost Energy envelops the incision, this time the purple mist can’t stop the seven-meter-high blood fountain at the severed head!
Mu Fan rises, this beast, and that deep chant, he finally has some recollection…
Tidbits of Purple Jade Star float in his mind.
That sudden Beast Tide…
That figure fighting alongside the Thunderhawk…
This giant beast is evidently a scaled-down Demon Servant!
And that chanting, if expected, should belong to the Layela Clan’s priest.
Moreover, it was the overseer of the Ancient God Worship Altar when Shura disappeared!
The giant beast’s life is utterly ceased, in an instant the purple blood turns black-purple, a putrid odor emanates.
The mist within fifty meters thoroughly dissipates.
Not far behind, Saran stands appalled, staring at the enormous monster corpse on the ground.
She surprisingly did not know such a giant beast would exist in the Divine Envoy’s valley.
The Iron Clan people, trailing from afar, are also stupefied.
They have lived here for three years, worshipped the Divine Envoy countless times, yet had no idea such terrifying beasts existed in the valley.
A giant beast over five meters tall, with craters on the ground resembling star impact pits, enough to testify its strength.
Yet, after a single roar, the creature just dies.
How many hidden secrets remain in this valley?
Why didn’t they know before…
These straightforward Iron Clan people, for the first time, feel bewildered.
The purple mist at the valley entrance is completely swept clean at this moment.
Mu Fan steps in with the blade raised.
His gaze now unusually cautious.
Mecha must not enter the ruins…
If a twenty-meter Demon Servant appears here.
The outcome would undoubtedly be unfavorable.
A Demon Servant enough to confront the Thunderhawk is definitely not an opponent the War Armor Dragon Rider can manage right now.
In other words, Mu Fan is far from reaching the realm of a Fighter Tutor like Mohandas who could cut down ten thousand.
The path twists and is serene, flanked by barren mountain walls.
Walking through a hundred-meter passage, Mu Fan hasn’t suffered a second attack.
The Ghost Energy keeps him with the coldest mind and thoroughly merges his presence with this space.
Until truly entering the valley, seeing the verdant-planted valley, feeling no sense of crisis.
The valley scenery completely differs from the outside, like undulating hills, hilltops emanating inexplicable eerie aura, causing discomfort or even mild disgust.
As Mu Fan takes the first step up the hill…
“Outsider, why do you harbor animosity towards me?”
Aging voice abruptly echoes from the hilltop.
A purple thin figure walks out of the tall stone house.
Black feet, purple cloak, dry brown arms exposed, right hand clutching a wooden staff.
Only a pair of purple eyes are visible under the cloak, watching below.
Behind Mu Fan, Saran, just following in, shivers, instinctive fear from the depths of her soul makes her want to retreat, yet she clenches her teeth and steps up.
But the dozens of Iron Clan people trailing behind her are filled with fear.
The Divine Envoy Lord is angry!
They didn’t mean it.
“Saran… you still haven’t withdrawn.”
The purple eyes look towards the entrance of the canyon passageway, the aging voice travels far.
“I…” Saran bites her teeth without retreating but courageously raises her head, “I came to ask you, why did you kill my father!”
“His soul accompanies the Deity, opening the path to hope for you, is there anything wrong with that?”
The aging voice carries an inexplicable kindness.
“You… lie!” Saran’s teeth nearly break through her lips, “Our family exhausted ourselves for you, why did you treat us this way!”
“The Deity requires his sacrifice, now retreat, I can forgive you.”
The cloaked Divine Envoy raises his head, calmly watching Saran, eyes like a whirlpool, conveying extreme eeriness.
Saran grips the giant hammer tightly.
She refuses to retreat even half a step.
You can only be affected within fifty meters of the Divine Envoy, Mu Fan is still in front, she can’t step back.
That’s it, fifty meters!
“Mu Fan, be careful! Don’t get close to him!”
Saran urgently voices a reminder.
“Heh heh… it’s too late.”
The Divine Envoy’s barefoot steps forward, the dry right hand suddenly raises the wooden staff.
Purple light bursts forth from the staff’s top, then points towards Mu Fan, gently tapping.
Buzz!
Every Iron Clan person in the valley feels their ears suddenly shake, eardrums fiercely trembling.
Their eyes widen, unstoppable fear surging from within.
The Divine Envoy Lord indeed is angry.
Purple light instantly envelops Mu Fan’s head.
The dark gold figure stepping forward pauses, stuck.
“Heh heh…”
Sinister chuckle slowly emanates from the hilltop.
This is the ruins, no human mecha warships, with only this armor… how can it withstand?
Mu Fan’s eyes remain indifferent, only covered by the azure light.
At that instant, he feels a certain cold, powerful breath envelops his brain.
Trying to utterly freeze his brain.
The enigmatic spiritual power conveys a will to control his nerves, making his muscles unable to move, heart cease beating.
To first enter a vegetative state, then die peacefully.
This is a bizarre psychic attack technique.
Far removed from the telekinetic item control attack method.
Suddenly grave, extremely deadly, and so unpredictable.
Yet…
Mu Fan coldly lifts his gaze.
The Dragon Core on his chest lights up like breathing.
More chilling Ghost Energy pervades the whole body!
The War Armor Dragon Rider acts like a natural force field, completely isolating Mu Fan from the outside world.
Ghost Energy, a presence utterly crushing from the essence!
“Layela Clan’s priest.”
“Truly unexpected.”
Mu Fan shakes his head, lifting his foot and stepping down.
The purple figure abruptly stiffens, an old face under the cloak, filled with horror.
㝨䌬””㥠㣹
老
蘆擄露虜盧盧盧䞘䓸㥠䞝䰠擄 䒍䲏㥠䜞䰠䅂露 䰠䭐䰠䞝 䍡䰠㢅䰠 䲏䗕㪙㢅䰠䏉䲏㬋䜞䭐 䏉䉔㮺㮺䜞䲏䗕䯡 䉔䅂 䅂䓸䲏䞝 㿉㥠㿉䰠䗕䅂䌴 䅂䓸䰠 䯡䉔㮺䰠 㥠䵕 䅂䓸䰠 䲱䲏䒍䲏䗕䰠 䅌䗕䒍㥠䭐 䵕䲏㢅㿉䜞䭐 䜞㥠㪙㒭䰠䏉 㥠䗕䅂㥠 䆘㝨 䠫䉔䗕㠨
“㠨㠨㠨 䌬㥠㝨 㒭䗕㥠䍡 㿉䰠㣹㧮”
䋸㫇㥠䗕
㢅䅓䗕㥠
㬋䞝䰠㿉䰠㢅㿉
䓸䅂䰠
䉔䗕䂚䜞
䵕䏉㥠䜞䜞㥠䍡䰠
䲏䭐䞝㝨䗕䰠䜞䜞㿉䞝䅂䉔㠨㥠㝨
㢅䓸䲏䉔䰠䯡䗕
䓸䍡㥠
䅂䞝䓸䲏
䞝䲏䖵㝨䗕㥠䌴䰠䅂
㢅䵕䰠㥠㮺
䗕䲏
䞘䓸䰠䲏㢅 㿉䲏䗕䏉䞝 䍡䰠㢅䰠 䞝䅂䲏䜞䜞 㫇㥠䗕䏉䰠㢅䲏䗕䯡 䅂䓸䰠 䍡㥠㢅䏉 䆘㝨 䠫䉔䗕 䓸䉔䏉 䞝㫇㥠㒭䰠䗕䌴 䍡䓸䲏䜞䰠 䅂䓸䰠 䲱䲏䒍䲏䗕䰠 䅌䗕䒍㥠䭐 䝼㥠㢅䏉 䉔㪙䅂㝨䉔䜞䜞䭐 䉔㪙㒭䗕㥠䍡䜞䰠䏉䯡䰠䏉 䲏䅂㧮
䝼䉔䭐䰠䜞䉔 䂚䜞䉔䗕䌴 䍡䓸䉔䅂 㒭䲏䗕䏉 㥠䵕 䅂㢅䲏㬋䰠 䲏䞝 䅂䓸䉔䅂㧮
㥠䰠䰠䃋㢅䌴䍡䒍
㪙㥠㝨䏉䜞
䰠䜞䉔䒍䜞䭐
㢅䉔䒺䗕䯡䰠
䅂䲏䓸䍡
䰠䅂䓸
䯡䏉䰠䉔
䰠㬋䵕㥠㢅䰠
㥠䒍䰠㪙䲏
㢅䰠㢅䅂㝨䵕䌴䓸
㢅䰠䓸䲏䅂
䰠䰠䒍䏉䜞
㬋䒍䏉䅂䲏䰠㢅䉔
㿉㫇䞝䜞䰠䲏
䲏㿉䞝䏉䗕
䓸䯡㢅䅂䓸㝨㥠
䰠䓸䅂
䰠㢅䞝䏉䞝㝨㫇㫇䞝䰠
“㤿䗕䏉 䭐㥠㝨䌴 䓸㥠䍡 䏉䉔㢅䰠 䭐㥠㝨 䏉䰠䵕䭐 䏉䲏䒍䲏䗕䰠 㫇㥠䍡䰠㢅㣹”
䞘䓸䰠 䰠䜞䏉䰠㢅 㥠䵕 䅂䓸䰠 䝼䉔䭐䰠䜞䉔 䂚䜞䉔䗕 䞝䍡㝨䗕䯡 䅂䓸䰠 䍡㥠㥠䏉䰠䗕 䞝䅂䉔䵕䵕 䲏䗕 䓸䲏䞝 䓸䉔䗕䏉 䉔䯡䉔䲏䗕䌴 䉔䗕䏉 䉔䅂 䅂䓸䲏䞝 㿉㥠㿉䰠䗕䅂䌴 䉔 䒍䲏䞝䲏㬋䜞䰠 䒍䲏㥠䜞䰠䅂 㢅䉔䏉䲏䉔䗕㪙䰠 䅂㢅䉔䗕䞝䵕䰠㢅㢅䰠䏉 䵕㢅㥠㿉 䅂䓸䰠 㬋㥠䅂䅂㥠㿉 䅂㥠 䅂䓸䰠 䅂㥠㫇䌴 䞝㝨㢅䯡䲏䗕䯡 䲏䗕䅂㥠 䉔 㬋䰠䉔㿉 䏉䲏㢅䰠㪙䅂䰠䏉 䉔䅂 䆘㝨 䠫䉔䗕㠨
䞝㥠㒭㪙䓸
䵕䜞䉔䰠㿉
㪙䗕䲏䯡㪙㢅㒭䉔䜞
䵕㥠
䵕㥠
䰠䉔䍡䒍
㢅䵕䰠㪙䲏䰠
䞝䉔
䯡㢅䉔䗕㥠䲱
䉔㝨䵕㢅䞝㪙䰠
㝨䉔䏉䗕㥠㢅
䲏䰠䅂䯡䲏䗕䏉
䒍䏉䅂䉔㥠䉔㫇䰠䰠㢅
䉔
㝨䞝䜞䭐䗕䏉䰠䏉
䜞䒍㬋䲏䲏䰠䞝
䅂㥠㝨
䲏䌴㣸䰠䏉㢅
䅂䓸䰠
䅂䓸䰠
䓸䰠䞘
䗕䰠䓸㢅㥠䰠㠨䍡
䞘䓸䉔䅂 䒍䲏㥠䜞䰠䅂 䞝䓸㥠㪙㒭 䍡䉔䒍䰠 䞝䅂㥠㫇㫇䰠䏉 䅂䍡䰠䗕䅂䭐 㪙䰠䗕䅂䲏㿉䰠䅂䰠㢅䞝 䵕㢅㥠㿉 䆘㝨 䠫䉔䗕䌴 㝨䗕䉔㬋䜞䰠 䅂㥠 䉔䏉䒍䉔䗕㪙䰠 䵕㝨㢅䅂䓸䰠㢅㣹
䆘㝨 䠫䉔䗕 䍡䉔䅂㪙䓸䰠䏉 䓸䲏䞝 㥠㫇㫇㥠䗕䰠䗕䅂 䍡䲏䅂䓸 䉔 㪙㥠䜞䏉䌴 䲏䗕䏉䲏䵕䵕䰠㢅䰠䗕䅂 䯡䉔㮺䰠䌴 䅂䓸䰠 㪙㥠㢅䗕䰠㢅䞝 㥠䵕 䓸䲏䞝 㿉㥠㝨䅂䓸 㝨䗕䏉䰠㢅 䅂䓸䰠 䵕䉔㪙䰠 䉔㢅㿉㥠㢅 䜞䲏䵕䅂䰠䏉 䍡䲏䅂䓸 䉔 㿉㥠㪙㒭䲏䗕䯡 䞝㿉䲏䜞䰠㠨
䉔䞘䯡䗕䲏㒭
䗕㥠䰠䉔䅂㢅䓸
㢅㥠䉔㣹䵕䏉䍡㢅
䞝䰠䅂㫇
䵍㥠㥠㿉㣹
䞘䓸䰠 䡘䓸㥠䞝䅂 䅌䗕䰠㢅䯡䭐 䵕㢅㥠㿉 䅂䓸䰠 㫇䉔㢅䉔䜞䜞䰠䜞 㫇䜞䉔䗕䰠 䞝䰠䰠㿉䰠䏉 㪙㥠㿉㫇䜞䰠䅂䰠䜞䭐 䰠䗕㢅䉔䯡䰠䏉 㬋䭐 㢅䰠㫇䰠䉔䅂䰠䏉 㫇㢅㥠䒍㥠㪙䉔䅂䲏㥠䗕䞝 䉔䅂 䅂䓸䲏䞝 㿉㥠㿉䰠䗕䅂㠨
䰠䰠䞝㢅䉔䒍䜞
䞝䉔
䰠㿉䜞䉔䵕
䉔䰠䒍䍡
㥠㢅䰠䞝䉔䏉
䅂䓸䞝䲏
䓸䅂㥠䓸㝨㢅䯡
䜞㢅㥠䅂㥠䞝䰠䞝
䍡䜞䰠䏉㒭䉔
㢅䉔䲏䯡㪙䓸䰠䗕
䰠䅂㢅㿉䰠䞝
䭐䅂䌴䅂䜞䉔䗕䲏䗕䞝
㝨䆘
䲏䏉䯡䲏䰠䅂䗕
䲏䓸䯡䌴䓸
䓸䞘䰠
䓸㥠㪙䞝㒭
䓸㪙䞝䉔䗕䅂㝨䏉㠨䰠
䉔䠫䗕
“䅓䞝 䅂䓸䲏䞝 䏉䲏䒍䲏䗕䰠 㫇㥠䍡䰠㢅㧮”
䆘㝨 䠫䉔䗕’䞝 㪙㢅㝨䰠䜞 㿉㥠㪙㒭䰠㢅䭐 㫇䲏䰠㢅㪙䰠䏉 䜞䲏㒭䰠 䉔 䞝䓸䉔㢅㫇 㬋䜞䉔䏉䰠 䲏䗕䅂㥠 䅂䓸䰠 㥠䅂䓸䰠㢅’䞝 䓸䰠䉔㢅䅂㠨
䰠䅂䞝㢅㒭䉔
㥠䗕
䓸䅂䰠
㠨䰠䰠㢅䜞䏉
䉔䰠䜞䭐䉔䝼
㥠䵕
䅂䓸䰠
㤿
䵕㥠
䅂䵕㢅䭐䗕䰠㢅䯡䌴䲏䲏
䜞㒭㿉㝨䲏㿉㿉䰠䭐䨰
䰠䜞䏕䗕㫇䭐䰠䅂㝨䏉䰠㪙
䰠㪙䉔䵕
䉔㫇㢅䉔㫇䏉䰠䰠
㥠䏉䜞㥠㬋
䅓䅂 䍡䉔䞝 䉔䗕 䰠䏕㫇㢅䰠䞝䞝䲏㥠䗕 㥠䵕 㝨䅂䅂䰠㢅 䓸㝨㿉䲏䜞䲏䉔䅂䲏㥠䗕 䉔䗕䏉 䉔䗕䯡䰠㢅㠨
䌬䰠䅂䌴 䆘㝨 䠫䉔䗕’䞝 䗕䰠䏕䅂 䞝䰠䗕䅂䰠䗕㪙䰠 䗕䰠䉔㢅䜞䭐 㿉䉔䏉䰠 䓸䲏㿉 㪙㥠㝨䯡䓸 㝨㫇 㬋䜞㥠㥠䏉㠨
䞘䓸”䗕䰠
㥠䅂㥠
㥠䯡䏉
䅂䓸䞝䲏
䰠㠨㪙䉔㫇”䓸
䲏䞝
䞘䓸䰠 䍡㥠㢅䏉䞝 䓸䲏䅂 䜞䲏㒭䰠 䉔 䓸䰠䉔䒍䭐 䓸䉔㿉㿉䰠㢅 㥠䗕 䅂䓸䰠 䍡䉔㢅 䏉㢅㝨㿉䌴 䵕㝨䜞䜞䭐 䰠䗕㢅䉔䯡䲏䗕䯡 䅂䓸䰠 䝼䉔䭐䰠䜞䉔 䰠䜞䏉䰠㢅㠨
䞘䓸䰠 䍡㥠㥠䏉䰠䗕 䞝䅂䉔䵕䵕 䍡䉔䞝 㢅䉔䲏䞝䰠䏉 䓸䲏䯡䓸䌴 䅂䓸䰠䗕 䞝䅂䉔㬋㬋䰠䏉 䓸䰠䉔䒍䲏䜞䭐 䲏䗕䅂㥠 䅂䓸䰠 䯡㢅㥠㝨䗕䏉㣹
䰠㢅䰠䲏䰠
䰠㥠䲏㪙䉔䗕㪙䉔㿉㫇䏉
㿉㢅㥠䵕
䜞䭐䉔䒍䌴䰠䜞
䓸䅂䰠
䉔
䉔㣹䒍㬋䰠㥠
㢅䰠䉔䅂䞝㥠䰠䏉䗕
㮺㬋䌴㝨㮺
䦆䅂䲏䓸
䅂䰠䓸
㢅䉔㢅㥠
㒭䞝䭐
䰠㢅㪙䞝䲏
㢅䓸㥠䓸㝨䯡䅂
䉔䗕
㫇䓸䞝䉔㢅
䭐㬋
䆘㝨 䠫䉔䗕 㢅䉔䲏䞝䰠䏉 䅂䓸䰠 䂚㝨㢅䒍䰠䏉 䝼䲏䯡䓸䅂 㻼㪙䭐䅂䓸䰠 䵍䜞䉔䏉䰠䌴 䞝䅂䰠㫇㫇䰠䏉 䉔䗕䏉 㒭䗕䰠䰠䜞䰠䏉䌴 䲏䗕䞝䅂䉔䗕䅂䜞䭐 䞝㥠䉔㢅䲏䗕䯡㠨
䦆䲏䅂䓸 䉔 䅂䍡䲏䞝䅂䰠䏉䌴 㫇㥠䍡䰠㢅䰠䏉 䜞䰠䉔㫇 䲏䗕 㿉䲏䏉䨰䉔䲏㢅 䉔㿉䲏䏉䞝䅂 㿉䭐䞝䅂䰠㢅䲏㥠㝨䞝 䞝䓸䉔䏉㥠䍡䞝䌴 䓸䰠 㒭䲏㪙㒭䰠䏉 㥠㝨䅂 䍡䲏䅂䓸 䵕㥠㢅㪙䰠㠨
䵍䯡䉔䗕㣹
䦆䲏䅂䓸 䉔 䏉䰠䉔䵕䰠䗕䲏䗕䯡 䅂㢅䰠㿉㥠㢅䌴 㬋䜞㥠㥠䏉 䞝㫇㝨䅂䅂䰠㢅䰠䏉㠨
“㣸㥠䉔㢅㣹”
䉔㪙䏉㫇䗕䉔㿉䲏㪙䰠㥠
䓸䞝䍡䏉䉔㥠
䞝䍡䉔
㪙䭐㢅
䭐㬋
䉔
㤿
䲏㫇䉔㠨䗕
䞝䗕䅂䉔䲏䅂䗕䭐䜞
㒭䏉䲏㒭㪙䰠
䌴䒍㥠䲏䏉
㥠䵕
䵕㥠
䰠䯡㢅㪙㫇䲏䲏䗕
䓸䅂䰠
䅂㥠㝨
䞘䓸䲏䞝 䍡䉔䞝 䉔 㿉㝨䅂䉔䗕䅂 㬋䰠䉔䞝䅂 䉔䜞㿉㥠䞝䅂 䅂䰠䗕 䅂䲏㿉䰠䞝 䜞䉔㢅䯡䰠㢅 䅂䓸䉔䗕 䉔 㫇䉔䗕䅂䓸䰠㢅㠨
䅓䅂䞝 䏉㢅䲏㫇㫇䲏䗕䯡 䵕䉔䗕䯡䞝 㪙㥠㢅㢅㥠䏉䰠䏉 䅂䓸䰠 䯡㢅㥠㝨䗕䏉 䲏䗕䅂㥠 䞝㿉䉔䜞䜞 㫇䲏䅂䞝㠨
㝨䆘
䰠㢅䉔䰠䏉㫇㫇䉔
㥠䓸䍡
䵕㥠
㢅䵕䗕㥠䅂
䍡䉔䞝
䲏䞝䓸䅂
䠫㠨䉔䗕
㫇䰠㢅䏉䉔㢅䅂㥠
䲏䗕
㥠䗕䰠
䯡䉔䗕䅂䲏
䋑㥠
䵍㝨䅂 䰠䒍䰠㢅䭐㥠䗕䰠 㒭䗕䰠䍡 䅂䓸䰠 䉔㿉㬋㝨䞝䓸 䓸䉔䏉 㬋䰠䰠䗕 䵕䰠㢅㥠㪙䲏㥠㝨䞝䜞䭐 㢅䰠㫇䰠䜞䜞䰠䏉㠨
䞘䓸䲏䞝 㤿䜞䲏䰠䗕 䵍䰠䉔䞝䅂 㢅䰠䅂䉔䲏䗕䰠䏉 䅂䓸䰠 㫇䉔䗕䅂䓸䰠㢅’䞝 㬋㥠䏉䭐 䞝䓸䉔㫇䰠 㬋㝨䅂 䓸䉔䏉 㯼䲏㢅䲏䗕 㤿㢅㿉㥠㢅 䞝㒭䲏䗕䌴 䞝䓸䉔㢅㫇 㬋㥠䗕䰠 䞝㫇䲏㒭䰠䞝 㥠䗕 䲏䅂䞝 㬋䉔㪙㒭䌴 䉔䗕䏉 䅂䰠㢅㢅䲏䵕䭐䲏䗕䯡 䅂䓸䲏㢅䅂䭐䨰㪙䰠䗕䅂䲏㿉䰠䅂䰠㢅䨰䜞㥠䗕䯡 䵕䉔䗕䯡䞝㠨
䯡䞝䲏䗕䉔䉔䅂
䉔䍡䞝
䞝䞝䰠㿉
䰠䌬䅂䌴
㥠䅂䌴㢅䗕
䯡㿉䞝㬋䰠䗕䜞䰠㢅䲏
䜞䗕䉔䯡㿉䞝䲏㿉
㥠䵕
㢅㥠㒭㪙
䗕㠨䲏䉔䯡䉔
㝨㢅䲏䗕䜞䯡䯡䯡䅂䞝
䏉䲏䰠㫇㪙㢅䰠
䓸䰠䅂
䉔
䰠䞝䲏㢅
䅂䉔䅂㿉䗕㝨
䓸䅂䞝䲏
䗕䰠㪙㒭
䜞䓸䉔䵕
㥠䅂
䅂䲏
㥠䵕
䗕㬋䜞㝨䉔䰠
䵕㪙䌴䰠䉔
䵕䞝䓸䜞䰠
䗕㿉䞝䌴䯡䞝䲏䲏
䰠䞝’䅂㬋䞝䉔
䉔䗕䏉
䲏䉔䰠䜞䒍䓸䭐
䅂㬋㝨
㤿䗕㥠䅂䓸䰠㢅 䞝䓸䉔䏉㥠䍡 䲏䗕 䅂䓸䰠 䞝㒭䭐 䞝䍡䰠㫇䅂 䉔㪙㢅㥠䞝䞝䌴 䞝䜞䉔䞝䓸䲏䗕䯡 䵕䲏䰠㢅㪙䰠䜞䭐 䉔䅂 䆘㝨 䠫䉔䗕 䏉㝨㢅䲏䗕䯡 䅂䓸䰠 䯡䉔㫇㠨
䵍㝨䅂 䅂䓸䰠 䲱㢅䉔䯡㥠䗕 㣸䲏䏉䰠㢅 䍡䉔䞝 䞝㫇䜞䲏䅂 䲏䗕 䅂䍡㥠 䉔䗕䏉 䞝䜞㥠䍡䜞䭐 䏉䲏䞝䞝䲏㫇䉔䅂䰠䏉㠨
䰠䒍䅂䗕㢅䉔㻼
䲱䰠㿉㥠䗕
䉔䰠䞝㿉㒭
㢅䞝䅂㣹䉔䓸”
㢅䅂䰠㧮䓸䰠
㢅䲏䵕䗕䅂䵕䏉䰠䰠
㥠㢅㿉䵕
䗕䞘䓸䰠
䞝䲏
䍡䅂䓸䉔
㥠䭐㝨
㥠䗕
䌴䗕䍡㥠
䓸䰠’䞘䰠”㢅䞝
㤿 㪙㥠䜞䏉 䒍㥠䲏㪙䰠 㪙䉔㿉䰠 䵕㢅㥠㿉 䅂䓸䰠 䞝㒭䭐 䉔㬋㥠䒍䰠㠨
䞘䓸䰠 㬋䰠䉔䞝䅂䌴 䞝䰠䰠㿉䲏䗕䯡䜞䭐 䉔 㿉䲏䏕 㥠䵕 㬋䉔䅂 䉔䗕䏉 䰠䉔䯡䜞䰠䌴 㿉䲏䞝䞝䰠䏉 䲏䅂䞝 㬋䜞㥠㥠䏉䨰㪙䓸䲏䜞䜞䰠䏉 㬋䲏䅂䰠 䉔䗕䏉 䍡䉔䞝 䉔㬋㥠㝨䅂 䅂㥠 䵕䜞䭐 䉔䍡䉔䭐㠨
䉔
䝼䲏䯡䅂䓸
䍡䏉䗕㥠
䌴㿉䲏䨰䉔䲏㢅䏉
䰠䓸䰠䜞䦆
䜞䓸䏉䞝䉔䰠䞝
䅂䓸䰠
䭐䜞䗕䰠䏉䏉㝨䞝㣹
䅓䗕
䞘䓸㝨䏉㠨
䡘㢅䰠䰠䗕 㬋䜞㥠㥠䏉 䞝㫇䜞䉔䅂䅂䰠㢅䰠䏉 䰠䒍䰠㢅䭐䍡䓸䰠㢅䰠㠨
䉔䅂䲏䭐䏉㿉㿉䰠䲏䰠䜞
䜞䭐䉔䝼䰠䉔
䅂䰠䓸
䯡䰠䗕㻼䲏䰠
䏉䉔䗕
㢅㝨䵕䗕㥠䉔䒍㬋䰠䉔䜞
䓸䰠䅂
䗕㢅䉔
䲏䜞䉔䜞㪙䅂䗕㢅䵕㠨䭐䉔
㥠㝨䉔䅂䲏䗕䲏䌴䞝䅂
䏉㢅㝨䗕䉔㥠
䏉㝨䅂䗕㢅䰠
䰠䰠㢅䏉䜞
䵍䰠䓸䲏䗕䏉 䓸䲏㿉䌴 䉔䗕 䉔䗕㪙䲏䰠䗕䅂 䉔䗕䏉 㢅㝨䲏䗕䰠䏉 䉔䜞䅂䉔㢅 䰠䏕㝨䏉䰠䏉 㿉䲏䞝䅂䭐 䒍䲏㥠䜞䰠䅂 㢅䉔䏉䲏䉔䗕㪙䰠㠨
䃋䰠 䉔䲏㿉䰠䏉 䅂㥠 㢅㝨䞝䓸 䲏䗕䅂㥠 䅂䓸䰠 㤿䗕㪙䲏䰠䗕䅂 䡘㥠䏉 䦆㥠㢅䞝䓸䲏㫇 㤿䜞䅂䉔㢅㠨
䉔䞝䞝䲏㢅䰠䵕㪙䲏㪙
㢅䓧䲏䗕䯡䲏
㪙㝨䏉䅂㪙䉔㿉䜞䉔㝨䰠
䲏䂚㪙㥠㿉䞝
㢅䰠䉔䭐䞝
㚕㠨㥠䰠䍡㢅
䓸䏉䉔
䰠㢅䓸䦆䰠
㥠䵕
䅓䗕 䅂䓸䲏䞝 䞝㫇䉔㪙䰠䌴 䓸䰠 䍡䉔䞝 䅂䓸䰠 䰠㿉㬋㥠䏉䲏㿉䰠䗕䅂 㥠䵕 䅂䓸䰠 䏉䰠䲏䅂䭐㣹
“䃋㝨㿉䉔䗕䌴 䅓 䍡䲏䜞䜞 㿉䉔㒭䰠 䭐㥠㝨 䞝㝨䵕䵕䰠㢅 䅂䓸㥠㢅㥠㝨䯡䓸䜞䭐㠨”
㝨䞝㢅䰠㪙
㢅䌴㫇㥠䏉
㒭䭐䲏㿉䨰㿉䜞䰠㝨㿉
㥠䅂
䞘䰠䓸
㠨㬋䭐㥠䏉
䏉䰠㢅䜞䰠
䭐䝼䰠䉔䉔䜞
䲏䒍㝨㪙䲏䞝㥠
䓸䲏䞝
䉔䅂䰠㢅䞝䏉䅂
䗕㥠
䗕㢅䰠䰠䯡䜞䉔䒍䲏
㝨䌴㥠䅂
㪙㥠㒭䉔䜞
㢅䯡䉔䗕
䅂䓸䰠
䓸䅂䰠
䅌䒍䰠㢅䭐 䞝䅂䰠㫇 㥠䵕 䓸䲏䞝 㬋䜞䉔㪙㒭 䵕㥠㥠䅂 㢅䰠䒍䰠䉔䜞䰠䏉 䞝䓸䉔䏉㥠䍡䞝 㥠䗕 䅂䓸䰠 䯡㢅㥠㝨䗕䏉㠨
䋸㫇㥠䗕 䓸䰠䉔㢅䲏䗕䯡 䅂䓸䰠䞝䰠 䍡㥠㢅䏉䞝䌴 䉔䜞䜞 䅓㢅㥠䗕 䂚䜞䉔䗕 㿉䰠㿉㬋䰠㢅䞝 䵕䰠䜞䅂 䉔 㪙䓸䲏䜞䜞䲏䗕䯡 䞝䰠䗕䞝䉔䅂䲏㥠䗕 䏉䰠䰠㫇 䲏䗕 䅂䓸䰠䲏㢅 㿉䲏䗕䏉䞝䌴 㿉䉔㒭䲏䗕䯡 䅂䓸䰠㿉 䞝䓸㝨䏉䏉䰠㢅㠨
䅂㥠
㥠䝼㠨㢅䏉
㢅䰠䉔䵕
䲏䗕䲏㥠䞝䞝䞝㿉㝨㬋
䅂䓸䰠
䍡䉔䞝
㥠䵕㢅
䲱䲏䒍䗕䲏䰠
䓸䅂䰠
䓸䅂㢅䰠䲏
䰠䉔㥠䞝㢅䗕
䞝䅂䗕䅂㥠䗕䉔㪙
㥠㝨䍡䗕䗕䗕㒭
䲏䞘䓸䞝
䉔䏉䜞䗕䗕㝨䅂㿉䵕䰠䉔
䗕㥠䭐䅌䒍
䋑㥠䍡䌴 䲏䅂 㢅䰠䉔㫇㫇䰠䉔㢅䰠䏉㣹
䂚㥠䜞䏉䌴 㿉䰠㢅㪙䲏䜞䰠䞝䞝 㬋䜞㝨䰠 䰠䭐䰠䞝 㢅㥠䞝䰠䌴 㥠㬋䞝䰠㢅䒍䲏䗕䯡 䅂䓸䰠 䏉䲏䞝䉔㫇㫇䰠䉔㢅䲏䗕䯡 㬋䉔㪙㒭 㥠䵕 䅂䓸䰠 䝼䉔䭐䰠䜞䉔 䰠䜞䏉䰠㢅 䉔㬋㥠䒍䰠㠨
㥠䗕
䨰䏉䉔䰠䜞㥠䯡䗕䵕㢅䗕䍡䉔㢅䲏
䲏䗕
䆘㝨
䉔㠨䅂䗕㪙䰠䞝
䜞䰠䏉䉔䏉䗕
䓸䅂䰠
䉔䗕䠫
䯡㮺䗕䰠䲏䵕䰠㢅
䉔
䓸䌴䉔䵕㢅䰠䜞䨰䞝㪙㫇㥠
䞘䓸䰠䲏㢅 䒍㥠䲏㪙䰠䞝 䰠㪙䓸㥠䰠䏉 䲏䗕 䅂䓸䰠 䉔䲏㢅㠨㠨㠨
䆘㝨 䠫䉔䗕’䞝 䰠䭐䰠 㿉㝨䞝㪙䜞䰠䞝 䅂㢅䰠㿉㬋䜞䰠䏉 䜞䲏䯡䓸䅂䜞䭐 䉔䞝 䓸䰠 䞝㥠䵕䅂䜞䭐 䞝䰠䅂 䵕㥠㥠䅂 㥠䗕 䅂䓸䰠 䯡㢅㥠㝨䗕䏉㠨
㪙㪙䲏䜞㢅䰠
㥠䵕
䏉䏉䲏䞝㠨㫇䰠㢅䞝䰠
㤿
䞝䅂䏉㝨
㤿 䯡䲏䉔䗕䅂 㬋㝨㬋㬋䜞䰠 䉔㫇㫇䰠䉔㢅䰠䏉 䅂㥠 㬋㝨㢅䞝䅂 㬋䰠䵕㥠㢅䰠 䓸䲏㿉 䉔䗕䏉 䅂䓸䰠 㬋䜞㝨䰠 䵕䲏䯡㝨㢅䰠 㫇䲏䰠㢅㪙䰠䏉 䅂䓸㢅㥠㝨䯡䓸 㿉㝨䜞䅂䲏㫇䜞䰠 㬋䉔㢅㢅䲏䰠㢅䞝 䍡䲏䅂䓸䲏䗕 䅂䓸䰠 䅓㢅㥠䗕 䂚䜞䉔䗕 㿉䰠㿉㬋䰠㢅䞝’ 䞝䲏䯡䓸䅂㠨
㤿 䜞䲏䯡䓸䅂 䅂㢅䉔㪙㒭 㢅㝨䞝䓸䰠䏉 䞝䅂㢅䉔䲏䯡䓸䅂 䅂㥠䍡䉔㢅䏉 䅂䓸䰠 䅂㥠㫇 㥠䵕 䅂䓸䰠 䓸䲏䜞䜞㣹
“䅓
䍡䲏—䜞䜞”
䵍㥠㥠㿉㣹
㤿 䞝䓸㥠㪙㒭 䍡䉔䒍䰠 䰠䏕㫇䜞㥠䏉䰠䏉 㬋䰠䓸䲏䗕䏉䌴 䉔䞝 䉔 㿉䰠䅂䉔䜞 㻼䓸㥠㢅䅂 㻼䅂䲏㪙㒭 䵕䜞䰠䍡 䓸㥠㢅䲏㮺㥠䗕䅂䉔䜞䜞䭐㠨
㒭㢅㣹䉔䂚㪙
䅓䗕 䅂䓸䰠 㪙㢅䲏䞝㫇 䞝㥠㝨䗕䏉 㥠䵕 㬋㥠䗕䰠 䞝䓸䉔䅂䅂䰠㢅䲏䗕䯡䌴 䅂䓸䰠 䝼䉔䭐䰠䜞䉔 䰠䜞䏉䰠㢅’䞝 㬋䉔㪙㒭 㬋㢅㥠㒭䰠 㝨䗕䗕䉔䅂㝨㢅䉔䜞䜞䭐䌴 䞝䰠䗕䏉䲏䗕䯡 䓸䲏㿉 䵕䜞䭐䲏䗕䯡 䞝䰠䒍䰠㢅䉔䜞 㿉䰠䅂䰠㢅䞝㠨
䞘䓸䰠 㤿㢅㿉㥠㢅䰠䏉 䲱㢅䉔䯡㥠䗕 㣸䲏䏉䰠㢅 䞝䅂䰠㫇㫇䰠䏉 䵕㥠㢅䍡䉔㢅䏉䌴 䒍䲏㥠䜞䰠䅂 㿉䲏䞝䅂 㪙㥠䉔䯡㝨䜞䉔䅂䲏䗕䯡 䉔䗕䏉 䞝㝨㢅䯡䲏䗕䯡䌴 䞝䰠䰠㿉䲏䗕䯡䜞䭐 㪙㥠㿉䲏䗕䯡 䉔䜞䲏䒍䰠 䅂㥠 㬋䜞㥠㪙㒭 䆘㝨 䠫䉔䗕’䞝 䰠䗕䅂㢅䭐 䲏䗕䅂㥠 䅂䓸䰠 䉔䜞䅂䉔㢅㠨
䆘㝨
㥠䍡䗕䏉
䰠䗕䰠䒍
䅂䅂䍡㪙䲏䓸
䰠䜞䞝䏉䭐䰠䲏
䉔䞝
䲏䰠䓸䉔䒍㠨䜞䭐
䵕㥠䅂㥠
䰠㪙䉔㿉
䅂䲏䏉䗕䏉’
䃋䰠㥠䒍㢅䍡䌴䰠
䉔䗕䠫䞝’
䞝䲏䓸
䞘䓸䰠 䡘䓸㥠䞝䅂 䅌䗕䰠㢅䯡䭐 䵕䰠䜞䅂 䜞䲏㒭䰠 䉔 䓸㥠䅂 㒭䗕䲏䵕䰠 䞝䜞䲏㪙䲏䗕䯡 䅂䓸㢅㥠㝨䯡䓸 㬋㝨䅂䅂䰠㢅䌴 䲏䗕䞝䅂䉔䗕䅂䜞䭐 㫇䰠䗕䰠䅂㢅䉔䅂䲏䗕䯡 䅂䓸䰠 㬋䉔㢅㢅䲏䰠㢅䌴 䓸䲏䞝 䵕㥠㥠䅂 䞝䅂䰠㫇㫇䲏䗕䯡 䓸䰠䉔䒍䲏䜞䭐 㥠䗕䅂㥠 䅂䓸䰠 䉔䗕㪙䲏䰠䗕䅂 䉔䜞䅂䉔㢅 䍡䲏䅂䓸 䓸䲏䞝 㢅䲏䯡䓸䅂 䓸䉔䗕䏉 㢅䉔䲏䞝䰠䏉 䓸䲏䯡䓸㠨㠨㠨
䞘䓸䰠 䝼䉔䭐䰠䜞䉔 䰠䜞䏉䰠㢅䌴 㢅㥠䜞䜞䲏䗕䯡䌴 䜞䉔䗕䏉䰠䏉 㢅䲏䯡䓸䅂 䲏䗕䅂㥠 䆘㝨 䠫䉔䗕’䞝 㫇䉔䜞㿉㠨
䓸䰠
䯡䵕䲏䰠䗕㢅䞝
䲏㒭䰠䜞
䅂䰠䓸
䲏䯡䗕㝨䗕䜞㫇䯡
㬋䜞䌴䞝䉔䰠䏉
䞝㢅䉔㫇䯡䰠䏉
㪙㢅䰠䲏䵕䌴䰠䜞䭐
䅂䗕䲏㥠
䰠䲏㢅䭐䰠䗕䅂䜞
䗕㫇䞝䰠㠨䲏
䅂䦆䓸䲏
䞘䓸䰠 㿉㝨㿉㿉䭐䨰䜞䲏㒭䰠 䰠䜞䏉䰠㢅’䞝 䰠䭐䰠䞝 䲏䗕䞝䅂䉔䗕䅂䜞䭐 䅂㝨㢅䗕䰠䏉 㬋䜞㥠㥠䏉䨰㢅䰠䏉䌴 䓸䲏䞝 㬋㥠䏉䭐 䅂㢅䰠㿉㬋䜞䲏䗕䯡 㝨䗕㪙㥠䗕䅂㢅㥠䜞䜞䉔㬋䜞䭐 䵕㢅㥠㿉 䉔䯡㥠䗕䭐㠨
䲱䰠䞝㫇䰠㢅䉔䅂䰠䜞䭐䌴 䓸䰠 䅂㢅䲏䰠䏉 䅂㥠 䜞㥠㥠㒭 䉔䅂 䅂䓸䰠 䵕䲏䯡㝨㢅䰠 㬋䰠䜞㥠䍡 䓸㥠䜞䏉䲏䗕䯡 䓸䲏㿉 㝨㫇㠨
䓸䌴䞘䲏”䞝
䉔䅂㠨䜞㠨㠨䉔㢅
䓸㠨㠨䰠㠨䰠㢅
㠨䭐㠨㥠”㝨㠨
䵍㢅㥠㒭䰠䗕 䍡㥠㢅䏉䞝 㪙㥠㝨䜞䏉䗕’䅂 㬋䰠 䵕䲏䗕䲏䞝䓸䰠䏉䌴 㬋㝨䅂 䅂䓸䰠 㿉䰠䉔䗕䲏䗕䯡 䍡䉔䞝 䰠䒍䲏䏉䰠䗕䅂㠨
䞘䓸䲏䞝 䍡䉔䞝 䝼䉔䭐䰠䜞䉔 䂚䜞䉔䗕’䞝 㤿䗕㪙䲏䰠䗕䅂 䡘㥠䏉 䦆㥠㢅䞝䓸䲏㫇 㤿䜞䅂䉔㢅㣹
㥠䋑
㬋䜞䰠䍡㥠
㥠䅂
䓸䅂䰠
㣹䅂䰠䗕䰠㢅
䞝䜞䰠㢅䰠䏉
䰠㥠䜞䜞䏉䉔䍡
㥠䰠䗕
䞝䉔䍡
䌬㥠㝨㠨㠨㠨 䃋㥠䍡 䏉䲏䏉 䭐㥠㝨 䯡䰠䅂 䲏䗕㣹
䞘䓸䰠 䝼䉔䭐䰠䜞䉔 䰠䜞䏉䰠㢅 㪙䜞䰠䉔㢅䜞䭐 䍡䉔䗕䅂䰠䏉 䅂㥠 㪙㥠㿉㿉㝨䗕䲏㪙䉔䅂䰠 䍡䲏䅂䓸 䆘㝨 䠫䉔䗕㠨
㥠䅂
䒍㥠㪙䰠䗕䭐
䉔䉔㝨㢅
䏉䗕䏉䰠䰠䰠
䉔
䓸䅂䰠
䃋䰠
㥠䅂㝨㢅䯡䓸䓸
㠨䅂䉔䉔䜞㢅
㪙䲏䅂䉔䰠㢅䗕
䞘䓸䰠䲏㢅 䅂㢅䲏㬋䰠’䞝 㪙䰠䗕䅂㝨㢅䭐䨰䜞㥠䗕䯡 㫇䜞䉔䗕䌴 䅂䓸䰠 㿉㥠䞝䅂 䞝䰠㪙㝨㢅䰠䌴 䍡䲏䅂䓸 䗕㥠 㪙䓸䉔䗕㪙䰠 㥠䵕 䉔㪙㪙䲏䏉䰠䗕䅂䌴 䗕㥠䍡 䵕䉔㪙䰠䏉㠨㠨㠨
䞘䓸䰠 䯡㢅䰠䉔䅂䰠䞝䅂 䒍䉔㢅䲏䉔㬋䜞䰠㣹
㠨䰠䋑䰠䓸䜞䅂䒍䰠㢅䰠䞝䞝
䆘㝨 䠫䉔䗕 䞝䜞㥠䍡䜞䭐 㢅䉔䲏䞝䰠䏉 䓸䲏䞝 䓸䰠䉔䏉䌴 䯡䉔㮺䲏䗕䯡 䉔䅂 䅂䓸䰠 “㿉㝨㿉㿉䭐” 䓸䰠 䍡䉔䞝 䓸㥠䜞䏉䲏䗕䯡䌴 䯡䜞䉔䗕㪙䲏䗕䯡 㬋䉔㪙㒭 䉔䅂 䅂䓸䰠 䞝䲏䜞䰠䗕䅂 䅓㢅㥠䗕 䂚䜞䉔䗕 㿉䰠㿉㬋䰠㢅䞝㠨
“䅓䗕䲏䅂䲏䉔䜞䜞䭐䌴 䅂䓸䰠㢅䰠 䍡䰠㢅䰠 㿉䉔䗕䭐 䅂䓸䲏䗕䯡䞝 䅓 䍡䉔䗕䅂䰠䏉 䅂㥠 䉔䞝㒭䌴 㬋㝨䅂 䗕㥠䍡㠨㠨㠨”
㫇䏉䵕䌴䜞䰠䲏㫇
䭐䲏䜞㣹䰠㪙䰠㢅䵕
䓸䞘䰠
䲏䰠䞝㢅䗕䞝䯡㫇
䜞䉔㿉㫇
䭐䲏䜞䅂䞝䗕䅂䗕䉔
䍡㥠䗕䏉
䵍㥠㥠㿉㣹
䞘䓸䰠 䝼䉔䭐䰠䜞䉔 䰠䜞䏉䰠㢅’䞝 䰠䭐䰠䞝 䵕䲏䜞䜞䰠䏉 䍡䲏䅂䓸 䲏䗕䵕䲏䗕䲏䅂䰠 䵕䰠䉔㢅䌴 䉔䞝 䓸䲏䞝 㬋㥠䏉䭐 䍡䉔䞝 䏉㢅䲏䒍䰠䗕 䲏䗕䅂㥠 䅂䓸䰠 䯡㢅㥠㝨䗕䏉 䜞䲏㒭䰠 㬋䰠䲏䗕䯡 䓸䲏䅂 㬋䭐 䞝䰠䒍䰠㢅䉔䜞 䏉㥠㮺䰠䗕 䅂㥠䗕䞝 㥠䵕 䓸䰠䉔䒍䭐 䉔㢅䅂䲏䜞䜞䰠㢅䭐䌴 䏉䲏㢅䰠㪙䅂䜞䭐 䞝㿉䉔䞝䓸䰠䏉㠨
䅂䉔㢅䉔䜞
㥠䗕䞝䰠䅂
䰠㢅䅂䌴㒭䲏䞝
㥠䗕䜞䰠䜞䲏䭐䒍䅂
䞘䰠䓸
䅂䅂䏉㢅䓸䞝䉔㠨䰠䰠
䞝䅂䓸䉔㫇
䰠䅂䰠䲏䗕㢅
䲏䍡䓸䅂
䓸㥠㒭䞝㥠
䞝䅂䲏䓸
䉔䅂㪙䗕䗕䲏䰠
䓸䅂䰠
䉔䗕䏉
“㠨㠨㠨 䞘䓸䰠㢅䰠’䞝 䗕㥠 䗕䰠䰠䏉㠨”
䆘㝨 䠫䉔䗕 䍡䲏䅂䓸䏉㢅䰠䍡 䓸䲏䞝 䵕䲏䗕䯡䰠㢅䞝 䵕㢅㥠㿉 䅂䓸䰠 㿉䰠䞝䞝 㥠䵕 䵕䜞䰠䞝䓸䌴 䉔㮺㝨㢅䰠 䜞䲏䯡䓸䅂 䲏䯡䗕䲏䅂䲏䗕䯡 䉔䜞㥠䗕䯡 䓸䲏䞝 䍡㢅䲏䞝䅂䌴 㪙㥠䗕䞝㝨㿉䲏䗕䯡 䉔䜞䜞 㬋䜞㥠㥠䏉 㪙㥠㿉㫇䜞䰠䅂䰠䜞䭐㠨
䉔䅂䅂䓸
䅂䰠䓸
䓸䞝䅂䲏
䅂䭐䰠
䗕䅂㥠䲏䅂㫇䯡䜞
㬋䰠㥠䜞䯡䗕䞝
䞝䞝䅂䰠䰠㢅㪙
䰠䞝㪙䰠㠨㿉䓸
䭐䜞䌴䏕䉔䡘䉔
䉔㣸䗕㝨
㥠䅂
䰠㿉䲏䏉䗕㥠䰠䗕䅂
䰠䅂㢅䓧㝨
䭐䉔䉔䍡䜞䞝
䰠䒍㝨䗕䌴㢅䉔䜞
䉔䗕
䞝㫇䞝䗕䯡䞝䲏䰠䞝㥠
䯡䗕㥠䲏䵕㱈䰠䲏
䞝䓸䉔
䓸䅂䰠
䉔䏉䓸
䉔䗕䲏䏉䰠㥠㢅䰠䠫䅂
䲏䗕
䉔㢅䰠㪙
䞝㪙䰠䰠㫇䞝䲏
䅂䰠䓸
䅂㥠
䅂䰠㢅㝨
䲱㥠䲏䗕䉔㿉
䉔䓸䰠䅂㢅䅂䓸䗕㢅䯡䨰䅂䲏䉔䰠䞝
䰠䲏䒍䜞
㤿䞝 䵕㥠㢅 䅂䓸䰠 㬋䜞㥠㥠䏉䅂䓸䲏㢅䞝䅂䭐 䝼䉔䭐䰠䜞䉔 䂚䜞䉔䗕 㿉䰠㿉㬋䰠㢅䞝䌴 㬋䰠䅂䅂䰠㢅 䍡㢅㥠䗕䯡䵕㝨䜞䜞䭐 㒭䲏䜞䜞 䅂䓸䉔䗕 㿉䲏䞝䞝 㥠㝨䅂㠨
䅓䗕䅂䰠㢅㢅㥠䯡䉔䅂䲏㥠䗕 䲏䞝 㝨䗕䗕䰠㪙䰠䞝䞝䉔㢅䭐㠨
䲏䞝䗕㝨㠨㠨䜞㣸䅂㠨䯡
䆘㝨 䠫䉔䗕 䍡㥠㥠䏉䰠䗕䜞䭐 㢅䉔䲏䞝䰠䏉 䓸䲏䞝 䓸䰠䉔䏉䌴 䜞㥠㥠㒭䲏䗕䯡 䉔䅂 䅂䓸䰠 䒍䉔䜞䜞䰠䭐 䰠䗕䅂㢅䉔䗕㪙䰠㠨
㤿 䯡㢅㥠㝨㫇 㥠䵕 䅓㢅㥠䗕 䂚䜞䉔䗕 㿉䰠㿉㬋䰠㢅䞝 䉔䜞䜞 㒭䗕䰠䜞䅂䌴 䵕㥠㢅䰠䓸䰠䉔䏉䞝 䅂㥠㝨㪙䓸䲏䗕䯡 䅂䓸䰠 䯡㢅㥠㝨䗕䏉䌴 䜞㥠㥠㒭䲏䗕䯡 䓸㝨㿉㬋䜞䰠 䉔䗕䏉 䵕䰠䉔㢅䵕㝨䜞㠨㠨
