Chapter 1229: Plotting

Loimos’s objective was to conquer all of the superpowers. Drastically expand the territory of the Undead Empire. To consume nigh-primordial monoliths of power with histories spanning since ancient times… Each of the superpowers had its quirks, obviously.

Although Ronarkatast was certainly the most powerful of the leaders of the great continents, he was the simplest for Loimos to defeat. His strength was direct and easily quantifiable. He was a monster of sheer power… Although the other rulers were also overflowing with might, they employed trickier means that made them more difficult to deal with.

First of all, there was Moilirus Poisseon. The Queen-Empress of Bermude–She ruled over the underwater continent, possessing control over marine wildlife and populations. Obviously, water magic was right up her alley, but from what Loimos had been able to gather about her, she was actually a firm practitioner of a rather rare way of power.

‘Totem Making’, a cross between craftsmanship and a way of power, in a way. Totems were created by stacking several different pieces atop one another. The point was to gain powers, abilities, strength, or whatever else. However, the catch would be that it would all be linked to the totems.

If a totem came to be broken or otherwise greatly disturbed, its effects and boons upon the user would be lost…

Totem Making was not yet a very widespread or understood way of power within the Undead Empire. Only a few limited users existed at the moment. There was much to be discovered. However, this way of power required precision and knowledge to be properly understood.

Until it was understood, the Empire could not master and innovate upon it.

Loimos had made some contributions, but it seemed that there was a degree of knowledge required to actually go anywhere with totems. As such, the undead would certainly need to locate where Moilirus Poisseon kept her totems and to destroy them.

Indeed, she was considered unkillable otherwise. She had quite literally achieved perfect immortality and youthfulness through this way of power… She also concealed her nature very well. Loimos was uncertain whether she was still a living or had become an existence deeply rooted in her favoured way of power.

She could very well be just like Ronarkatast, but unlike the late Dragonlord, she was much less open about her strength–Or anything, for that matter. The Queen-Empress kept to herself.

In fact, she barely ever showed herself to begin with.

Vespertillo had paid visits to Bermude as a diplomat many times, but he had only seen her twice in total. So, overall. She had only ever been seen three times, when counting the one meeting she participated in where King Nitok was present…

Gathering information about her, even the tiniest, most useless of scraps, was a challenge. She was an unknown variable for the most part, meaning that Bermude was not at the top for which continent Loimos was going to be focusing upon.

In comparison, Durter and the Hierophant-Queen were far more approachable… Artratac Dursol was significantly less secretive and was always showing herself to the public. Not to mention that she was always heard to speak directly with Vwoldtnir.

Also, the way of power she favoured was one Loimos was very familiar with. She was a holy woman, though the divinity of Durter was not a clear deity–It was the ground, soul, and anything else around them that they worshipped and prayed to.

As a result, her capabilities were somewhat uncommon for a user of holy energy like herself. Everything was about the underground, about digging, about minerals–She protected the underground continent, and in turn, the underground continent protected her.

This was perhaps the main reason why her archbishops couldn’t do much against her, no matter what hijinks she went around performing. She was quite literally the chosen one of their deity. It might not have a true mind of its own, but it was an extremely dangerous entity nonetheless, dangerous and unpredictable enough that Loimos was planning on making sure that Artratac Dursol was not underground if he ever had to take her out…

Though… The Hierophant-Queen was actually far more cooperative than any other, and… Unless Vwoldtnir was being delusional–Which was unlikely for him–Then he was actually doing a pretty good job with ‘befriending’ the mole-woman.

Seducing her had not been something the Gravelord had been told to do. In fact, as insulting as it might sound, no one was expecting any seduction to take place between living and undead… When Vwoldtnir was the undead, at least.

By all means, to livings, he should have no attractive features, and even be repelling. However, few had considered the fact that his exceptional ability to dig with his claws, which were designed specifically for it, or the fact that the ghoul variant he hailed from was sometimes called ‘Mole Ghoul’… Very few had actually linked all of this together and thought that the Hierophant-Queen would be very interested in a man–As monstrous as he may look–Who was an expert at excavation.

…At the time, Loimos had not predicted seduction to take place, but he had definitely come to the logical conclusion that the underground and digging expert of the Gravelords should be the one to go to the underground continent, where digging was basically a prayer.

King Nitok had instantly thought about pairing Vwoldtnir with Artratac Dursol, though. When it came to matchmaking, the king was oddly talented.

In any case. Durter was already under control at the moment, so it was not a priority for Loimos either.

Lefaux, on the other hand…

Lefaux was ruled by two leaders.

Gargantax Torh, The Sapient Golem King, and Pylhta Hilio, The Pure Spirit Queen.

They were in a special position because the majority of Lefaux was not inhabited by livings. Sapient golems and pure spirits had their own ‘Lifeblood’, so to speak. The sapient golems were fuelled by basically whatever they were made of and a large dose of energy, and pure spirits, as their name implied, were made of nothing but energy.

The two classes of beings could not reproduce together, but they nonetheless came together under a king and queen as a sign of peace. The current leaders had been decided long ago after the two groups decided to negotiate for peace between them.

Both sides had proposed several queens and kings, but in the end, it was those who were selected. From what Loimos had discovered, although they often acted like they were at odds. The truth was that after so long bearing their titles, they had actually grown quite close to one another.

After all, many would say that love was something that was cultivated over time. Not a sudden strike of lightning that fell upon you from nowhere.

Thanks to this, Lefaux had thrived greatly. There, the common sapient golem was monstrously, physically powerful, while the common pure spirit was incredibly, magically powerful.

So when it came to their elites… Loimos had found out that many pure spirits were zone users and could wield transcend-level spells with ease… As for the sapient golems? Although not zone users, they were impressively resilient to all types of attack, and especially energy-based attacks.

More importantly, though. They were actually capable of using augmentation spells that reached zenith-level, or in other words, transcend-level spells that could be maintained indefinitely, or for so long that it seemed that way.

With these feats being oddly common, one could only imagine what the king and queen were capable of… However, their powers and abilities were not the kind that Loimos had no understanding of.

Zones? He could do better than that without issue.

Zenith-level spells? He could quite literally cast a zenith-level zone if he wanted to–The Lithitree was basically that.

The only issue was that Lefaux was less easily accessible than Dragonnerie, by a long shot. They had a strong understanding of realms thanks to their connections to the elemental planes.

Loimos wouldn’t be able to sneak in by using realms, and he certainly wouldn’t be able to manifest a barrier that sent people to a realm as he did with Dragonnerie. Lefaux had the means to detect such a thing and get rid of it.

He would need to perfect another plan completely… Or, he could instead place his focus somewhere else…

Yoreterre had no sapient population, but it was an enormous continent. Currently, access there was restricted. Yoreterre was a source of goods, materials, and much more for all of the superpowers.

The Undead Empire was not permitted by the agreements passed to conquer it.

Fortunately, Loimos had no care for contracts of any kind.

He would take over Yoreterre if he wanted to. He merely needed to set something up to fool the living superpowers into believing that everything was just fine. Considering the frequency of ventures to Yoreterre, and the heavy resource gathering taking place there…

The barrier trick would be seen through quite rapidly. Someone would end up realising that the minerals or flesh they had brought back were actually made out of rot. Loimos was good at creating things, but under test and attentive eyes, who would be using and working upon the goods?

The facade would crumble eventually…

㬴䓔㓢

䵖㚠㓢

㓢䵚㐳䵖

䜣䉛

䵚’䩲’䵖䈳䵖㮲䵖㟴㚠䓔

㱀䵖䉛䵚䵚㚠㟴䓔䵖

䵚㬴

䵖䄂䵖䵖䓔䄂䜣䄂

䵖䜣㟴䓔䵖䢮䵚

盧

䉛䜣

䵚䵖㓢㚽

㚠䉛

盧

䫊㚠䵖㓢䵖䀢㱀㕡䀢䵖䃘

㚠䵖䰴㓢

䜣䉛

㿬䫊㺉䉛䓔

䉛䜣

䑗䄂䄂㚠㿬䵖

㟴䵖䚭䓔䵖䵚䵚

㬴䵚㚠

䀢䵖㟴䩲䀢㴟䵖

…䓔㟴䵖

䄂䉛䵖䫊䵚䢮

㬴

䵖㭠䵖䵚䫊㟴䓔

㿬䵖䵚䵖䤏䃘

擄

虜

㚽㓢䵖

㟴䵚䫊㿬㚠

䉛㚠

㚠䉛

㓢䄂䵖

䄂䀢䵖㕡䓔㬴㚠

㴟䵖㚠䓔㬴

䓔㿬䵖

䫊䄂䈳䓔㴟䩲䵖㬴䵖

䉛䫊䄂㬴䵚㱀

䵖䈳䵚䫊䵚䀢㿬㚠

㚠㟴䄂…䄂㴟㚠䵖

䵖䌴䵖䀢䄂䄂㭠

䉛䄂䓔㺉

䫊䉛䓔㴟㿬

露

䵚㟴

㬴

㓢䵖㚠䉛䢮䄂䵖䈳㚠

㿬䑗㚠䄂䄂䵖

䜣䉛

䵖㓢䰴㚽

䵖䵖㺉䄂

㚠㟴

㚠䵖㓢

䵚䵖䌴䵖

䵚㭠㟴䓔

㺉䵖䵖䄂

魯

䉛㿬䫊䓔㴟

䵖㬴㕡㓢

䵖䄂䵖䵚㚠

㚠㬴䓔䵖㓢

䵚䉛

㭠䈳䫊䫊㟴䓔䵖

㬴

蘆

䌴䵖

䫊䉛㴟㿬䓔

䉛㴟䃘䰴䉛䵚䫊

㚠䉛

㬴䓔䵚

㬴㓢㚠㚠

㚠㴟䵖䵖䵚䩲䓔䵖㟴

䢮䵖䉛䀢䄂䵚㬴䓔㿬

䵖䌴

䜣㟴

䰴䉛䵚䫊

䉛㚠

䵚㚠䉛

㬴䵚䓔

㬴䵖㬴䀢䄂

䉛䄂

䵖䵖䵚㿬䤏

㟴䵚㚠䉛䀢䵖䜣㚠䵚㟴㬴

㚠㚠䵖䀢㬴

䵚㬴㛥䰴

㴟䉛䰴䉛䵚䫊

㬴

䢮㬴䵖䢮㱀㧈䵚䫊䰴䵖䓔

䀢䉛䄂㚠

䵖㟴㟴㕡䈳㬴䀢䵚㕡

㚠㓢㟴㺉

䓔䢮㿬

老

䵚㟴䵖䫊䀢䢮

䰴㚠䫊㬴䫊䵖䃘

魯

䓔㓢㬴

䉛䥰㚠

䵖㽱䤏–㿬䵚䵖

䵖㓢㚠

䀢㬴䈳㿬㿬䫊

䄂㟴㿬䫊䢮䢮䢮㚠䀢䵚

㓢䵖䀢

爐

䉛䌴䉛䄂䓔

㿬䉛䵚䵚㟴䀢

㚽㓢䵖䰴 㺉䉛㿬䫊䓔 㚠㓢䄂㬴䀢㓢 㬴䵚䓔 㬴㚠㚠㬴㴟㭠 㬴䵚䰴㚠㓢㟴䵚䢮 㚠㓢㬴㚠 㟴䀢䵚’㚠 㭠㟴䵚 㺉㟴㚠㓢䉛㿬㚠 䄂䵖䀢䩲㟴㚠䵖䃘 䥰䉛䵚䵖㚠㓢䵖䫊䵖䀢䀢䈳 㺉㓢䵖䵚 䜣㬴㴟㟴䵚䢮 㬴䵚 㟴䵚䜣䵖䀢㚠㬴㚠㟴䉛䵚 䌴䰴 㚠㓢䵖 㴟䵖䵚㚠㟴䩲䵖䓔䵖䀢䈳 㚠㓢䵖 䉛䵚䫊䰴 䢮䉛䉛䓔 㱀䵖㚠㓢䉛䓔 㺉㬴䀢 㚠䉛 䫊䉛㴟㬴㚠䵖 㚠㓢䵖 䤏㿬䵖䵖䵚 㬴䵚䓔 䀢䫊㬴䰴 㓢䵖䄂䃘 㽣㚠 㱀㟴䢮㓢㚠 㴟㬴㿬䀢䵖 㴟㓢㬴䉛䀢 䜣䉛䄂 㬴 㺉㓢㟴䫊䵖䈳 䌴㿬㚠 㟴㚠 䌴䵖㬴㚠 㓢㬴㕡㟴䵚䢮 㚠䉛 䓔䵖㬴䫊 㺉㟴㚠㓢 䵖䵚䓔䫊䵖䀢䀢 㬴㱀䉛㿬䵚㚠䀢 䉛䜣 㚠㓢䵖 㴟䄂㟴㚠㚠䵖䄂䃘

㚽㓢䵖 㴟䵖䵚㚠㟴䩲䵖䓔䵖䀢 㺉䵖䄂䵖 䓔㟴㕡㟴䓔䵖䓔 㟴䵚㚠䉛 䀢䵖㕡䵖䄂㬴䫊 㴟㬴䀢㚠䵖䀢–㫶㿬䀢㚠 䫊㟴㭠䵖 㬴䵚㚠䀢–㐳㟴㚠㓢 䵖㬴㴟㓢 㴟㬴䀢㚠䵖 㓢㬴㕡㟴䵚䢮 㟴㚠䀢 䉛㺉䵚 䀢㿬䌴㧈㴟㬴㚠䵖䢮䉛䄂㟴䵖䀢… 㚽㓢䵖 䌴㬴䀢㟴㴟 䉛䵚䵖䀢 㺉䵖䄂䵖 㚠㓢䵖 䀢㬴㱀䵖 㬴䀢 㬴䵚㚠䀢䃘 㐳䉛䄂㭠䵖䄂䀢䈳 㺉㓢䉛 䓔㿬䢮 㚠㿬䵚䵚䵖䫊䀢䈳 䢮㬴㚠㓢䵖䄂䵖䓔 䜣䉛䉛䓔䈳 㱀㬴䄂㭠䵖䓔 䵖䴽䩲䫊䉛䄂䵖䓔 㚠䵖䄂䄂㬴㟴䵚䈳 㬴䵚䓔 㚠䵖䵚䓔䵖䓔 㚠䉛 㚠㓢䵖 䢮䄂㿬䌴䀢…

㽱…䓔䵚

䓔㟴㴟䄂䵖㚠

㴟䄂䵖䉛䜣

㺉㓢䉛

㓢㚠㚠㬴䀢䄂䵖

䓔䵚㬴

㕡㟴䢮䄂䫊㓢䵚䵖㺉䉛㱀䵖

䃘䀢䵖䄂㱀䵚䌴㿬

㚠㓢㓢䉛䄂䢮㿬

䫊䵖㓢䵚䓔㬴䓔

㟴䉛䓔䵖䄂䀢䀢䈳䫊

䚡䉛㚠㓢 䢮䄂䉛㿬䩲䀢 㓢㬴䓔 㬴 䢮䄂䵖㬴㚠 䓔䵖㬴䫊 䉛䜣 㕡㬴䄂㟴㬴䵚㚠䀢 㬴㱀䉛䵚䢮䀢㚠 㚠㓢䵖㱀䈳 䌴㿬㚠 㚠㓢䵖 㱀䉛䀢㚠 㺉䵖䫊䫊㧈㭠䵚䉛㺉䵚 㚠䉛 㟴䵚㓢㬴䌴㟴㚠㬴䵚㚠䀢 䉛䜣 䑗㿬䄂㚠䵖䄂 㺉䵖䄂䵖 㬴 㭠㟴䵚䓔 䉛䜣 䀢䉛䫊䓔㟴䵖䄂䀢䈳 㺉㓢䉛䈳 㿬䵚䫊㟴㭠䵖 㚠㓢䵖㟴䄂 䉛㕡䵖䄂䀢㟴䚭䵖䓔 䜣䵖䫊䫊䉛㺉䀢䈳 㺉䵖䄂䵖 䉛䵚䫊䰴 㚠㓢㟴䄂㚠䰴 㴟䵖䵚㚠㟴㱀䵖㚠䵖䄂䀢 㟴䵚 䫊䵖䵚䢮㚠㓢 㬴㚠 㱀䉛䀢㚠䈳 䌴㿬㚠 㺉䵖䄂䵖 䉛䜣㚠䵖䵚 䵖㕡䵖䵚 䀢㱀㬴䫊䫊䵖䄂 㚠㓢㬴䵚 㚠㓢㟴䀢… 㚽㓢䵖䀢䵖 䀢䩲䵖㴟㟴㬴䫊 䀢䉛䫊䓔㟴䵖䄂䀢 㓢㬴䓔 㚠㓢䵖 䜣䄂䵖㬴㭠䰴 㬴䌴㟴䫊㟴㚠䰴 㚠䉛 㴟䄂䵖㬴㚠䵖 㴟䫊䉛䵚䵖䀢 䉛䜣 㚠㓢䵖㱀䀢䵖䫊㕡䵖䀢 㺉㓢䵖䵚 䵖㬴㚠㟴䵚䢮 䜣䉛䉛䓔䃘

㚽㓢䵖 㴟䫊䉛䵚䵖䀢 㴟䉛㿬䫊䓔 㬴䫊䀢䉛 㴟䫊䉛䵚䵖 㚠㓢䵖㱀䀢䵖䫊㕡䵖䀢 㬴䀢 㺉䵖䫊䫊䈳 㱀䵖㬴䵚㟴䵚䢮 㚠㓢㬴㚠 㬴 䀢㟴䵚䢮䫊䵖 䉛䵚䵖 䉛䜣 㚠㓢䵖䀢䵖 㴟䄂䵖㬴㚠㿬䄂䵖䀢 㴟䉛㿬䫊䓔 㚠㿬䄂䵚 㟴䵚㚠䉛 㓢㿬䵚䓔䄂䵖䓔䀢䈳 䉛䄂 䵖㕡䵖䵚 㚠㓢䉛㿬䀢㬴䵚䓔䀢䈳 㺉㟴㚠㓢㟴䵚 䉗㿬䀢㚠 㬴 䜣䵖㺉 䀢䵖㴟䉛䵚䓔䀢–㬦䜣 㴟䉛㿬䄂䀢䵖䈳 㚠㓢䵖䄂䵖 㺉㬴䀢 㬴 䫊㟴㱀㟴㚠䈳 㬴䵚䓔 㚠㓢䵖 䉛䄂㟴䢮㟴䵚㬴䫊 䉛䵚䵖 㺉䉛㿬䫊䓔 䵖㕡䵖䵚㚠㿬㬴䫊䫊䰴 䓔㟴䵖 䌴䰴 㟴㚠䀢䵖䫊䜣 䜣䄂䉛㱀 㿬䀢㟴䵚䢮 㚠㓢㟴䀢 㬴䌴㟴䫊㟴㚠䰴䈳 㚠㬴㭠㟴䵚䢮 㚠㓢䵖 㴟䫊䉛䵚䵖䀢 㺉㟴㚠㓢 㟴㚠…

㿬㺉䫊䉛䓔

䓔䫊㴟䉛㿬

㚠㓢䰴䵖

䫊䵖㟴䉛䢮䵚䈳

㺉㬴䀢

㟴䉛㚠䵚

䉛䌴䵖…䵚

䉛㬴㱀䵚㿬㚠

㿬䌴㚠

㴟䫊䉛䓔㿬

䜣㚠㬴㴟

䵖䵖䵚㓢䀢㚠䫊䵖䉛䵚䀢

䵚䢮㟴㓢

䉛㺉䵚䓔

㚠䀢㽣

㚠䵚䉛

㕡䵖䄂㿬䉛䓔

䌴䵖

䫍䉛㺉䵖㕡䈳䵖䄂

䵚㬴䢮㓢㴟䵖

䌴㚠䫊䉛䀢䓔㬴䄂䃘䵖㱀䉛

䵖㓢䵚㺉

㚠㟴

䌴䵖

㬴㿬㴟䵖䀢

㚠䉛

㟴㚠

㓢㺉㟴䵖䫊

㬴

㚠㟴

㚠䵖㟴䌴

䀢䉛䩲䵖䵚䄂

㚠㟴

㟴䓔䓔

㚠㚠䈳㓢㬴

䄂䉛㿬䰴

㽣䓔㬴㱀䀢䢮㚠䵖㬴–

㓢㚠䵖

䀢㺉㬴

䉛䜣䄂

㓢㚠䵖

䵖䀢䀢䓔䵖䫊䵚

䫊㟴㭠䫊

䵖㓢㚠

䫊䓔㴟䵚䵖䄂㟴䌴㟴䵖

䵚䵖䉛㕡㱀

䜣䵖䈳䌴䵖䫊䵖

䵚㚠㓢㟴䵚䢮䈳䉛

㱀㟴㓢䢮㚠

䵚㿬㬴䄂䈳䓔䉛

䄂䩲䉛䓔䵖㿬

㬴䀢

㬴

䰴㬴㱀

㬴

䫊㚠㟴䫊䵖㚠

䌴㿬㚠

㽣䵚 䀢㓢䉛䄂㚠䈳 㟴㚠 㺉㬴䀢 㚠䵖䄂䄂㟴䌴䫊䵖䈳 㬴䵚䓔 㺉㬴䀢 䉛䵚䫊䰴 䉛䵚䵖 䉛䜣 㚠㓢䵖 㱀㬴䵚䰴 䩲䄂䉛䌴䫊䵖㱀䀢 㴟䵖䵚㚠㟴䩲䵖䓔䵖䀢 㴟䉛㿬䫊䓔 㴟㬴㿬䀢䵖 㟴䵚 䑗㿬䄂㚠䵖䄂䈳 㬴䫊㚠㓢䉛㿬䢮㓢 㚠㓢䵖 䄂䵖䢮㿬䫊㬴䄂 㴟䵖䵚㚠㟴䩲䵖䓔䵖 㺉㬴䀢 䵚䉛㚠 䵖䴽㬴㴟㚠䫊䰴 䀢㱀㬴䄂㚠䈳 㴟㬴䩲㬴䌴䫊䵖 䉛䜣 䄂㿬䵚䵚㟴䵚䢮 㟴䵚 㴟㟴䄂㴟䫊䵖䀢 㟴䜣 㬴 䩲㓢䵖䄂䉛㱀䉛䵚䵖 㚠䄂㬴㟴䫊 䫊䵖䜣㚠 䌴䰴 㬴䵚䉛㚠㓢䵖䄂 䉛䜣 㟴㚠䀢 㭠㟴䵚䓔 ‘㚠䉛䫊䓔’ 㟴㚠 㚠䉛 䓔䉛 䀢䉛䃘

㬦䵚 䄂㬴䄂䵖 䉛㴟㴟㬴䀢㟴䉛䵚䀢䈳 㚠㓢䉛㿬䢮㓢䃘 㚽㓢䵖 䤏㿬䵖䵖䵚 㱀㟴䢮㓢㚠 䢮䵖㚠 㟴䵚㕡䉛䫊㕡䵖䓔䈳 㬴䵚䓔 㬴 䤏㿬䵖䵖䵚 㺉㬴䀢 䉛㚠㓢䵖䄂㺉㟴䀢䵖 䀢㱀㬴䄂㚠䵖䄂 㚠㓢㬴䵚 㓢䵖䄂 䵖䵚䓔䫊䵖䀢䀢 㱀㬴䀢䀢 䉛䜣 䓔䄂䉛䵚䵖䀢䈳 䀢㓢䵖 㴟䉛㿬䫊䓔 䓔㟴䄂䵖㴟㚠 㚠㓢䵖㱀 㚠䉛 㿬䀢䵖 㱀䉛䄂䵖 䄂䵖䜣㟴䵚䵖䓔 䀢㚠䄂㬴㚠䵖䢮㟴䵖䀢 㬴䵚䓔 㚠㬴㴟㚠㟴㴟䀢… 㚽㓢䉛㿬䢮㓢 㚠㓢㟴䀢 㺉㬴䀢 䵚䉛㚠 㚠㓢䵖 㱀䉛䀢㚠 䜣䵖㬴䄂䵖䓔 㬴䌴㟴䫊㟴㚠䰴 䉛䜣 㬴 䤏㿬䵖䵖䵚䃘

㓢㚠䵖

㓢㓢㽱㿬䉛㚠䢮䫊

㓢䵖㚠

㓢㬴䓔

䢮䜣䵚㚠䈳䵖䄂㓢㟴㟴䢮䵚

䀢㬴㺉

㚠䉛㿬䵚㱀䀢㬴

㚠䉛

㬴䫊䵖䓔

㬴

䜣䉛

㱀䵖㬴䓔

㟴䀢㚠㓢

㬴䵚䓔

㬴

䵖䀢䩲㟴㴟䀢䵖

䵖䀢㚠䵚㿬䀢䫊䉛㴟

䉛䜣

㟴䢮㚠䵚㬴

䵚䉛䵖

䉛䩲㿬䄂䵖䓔㴟

㚠㓢䵖

䵖㟴䵖䫊䓔䄂㕡

䵚䀢㿬䵖䤏䵖’

䄂䄂䵖㟴䀢㚠㴟㚠

䉛䜣

䵖䉛䩲䫊䵖䩲

㺉䀢㬴

㿬㴟䵖䩲䓔䄂䉛

㿬䵖䄂䢮㿬䵚䓔䵚䄂䓔䉛

㚠㚠㓢㬴

䌴㟴㬴䫊㟴㚠䰴

㬴䓔䜣䄂䵖䵖

㚠㟴䵖䵖䵚䵖䩲䓔㴟䀢

䀢㟴䵖䵚䫊䢮

䜣䉛

䵚㱀䀢㚠㬴䢮䉛

㚠䃘㱀䵖㓢

㴟㽱䵚㟴䄂–䵖䩲

䫊䰴㟴㟴䌴㬴㚠

㬴䵚䓔

㚠䉛

䵚㟴㚠䵚㚠䉛䵚㴟䵖

䫊䰴㿬㚠䄂

䵖䉛䵚

䀢㟴㚠

䩲䵖䉛䄂㺉

㚽㓢䵖 䵚㬴㱀䵖 䓔㟴䓔 䵚䉛㚠 㚠䵖䫊䫊 㱀㿬㴟㓢䈳 䵖䀢䩲䵖㴟㟴㬴䫊䫊䰴 䀢㟴䵚㴟䵖 㚠㓢䵖䄂䵖 㺉㬴䀢 䵚䉛 㴟䉛䵚㴟䵖䩲㚠 䉛䜣 䀢㿬㴟㴟䵖䀢䀢㟴䉛䵚 㟴䵚 㬴 㴟䵖䵚㚠㟴䩲䵖䓔䵖 㴟䉛䫊䉛䵚䰴… 㽣䵚䀢㚠䵖㬴䓔䈳 㚠㓢䵖 䩲䄂㟴䵚㴟䵖 㺉㬴䀢 㬴㴟㚠㿬㬴䫊䫊䰴 㱀䉛䄂䵖 䉛䜣 㬴 㿬䵚㟴䤏㿬䵖 䀢䉛䫊䓔㟴䵖䄂 㴟䵖䵚㚠㟴䩲䵖䓔䵖䃘 㽱 䤏㿬䵖䵖䵚 㺉䉛㿬䫊䓔 䵚䵖䵖䓔 㚠䉛 㓢㬴䫊㚠 䵖䢮䢮 䩲䄂䉛䓔㿬㴟㚠㟴䉛䵚 䜣䉛䄂 㬴 䜣㿬䫊䫊 㱀䉛䵚㚠㓢 㚠䉛 䵚㿬䄂㚠㿬䄂䵖 㬴䵚䓔 䫊㬴䰴 㬴䵚 䵖䢮䢮 㴟㬴䩲㬴䌴䫊䵖 䉛䜣 䢮㟴㕡㟴䵚䢮 䌴㟴䄂㚠㓢 㚠䉛 㬴 䩲䄂㟴䵚㴟䵖䃘 㗢㓢䵖 㺉䉛㿬䫊䓔 䌴䵖 䫊䵖䜣㚠 䜣䵖䵖䌴䫊䵖 㬴䵚䓔 㺉䵖㬴㭠䵖䵚䵖䓔 䜣䉛䄂 㬴 䫊䉛䵚䢮 㺉㓢㟴䫊䵖 㬴䜣㚠䵖䄂㺉㬴䄂䓔䀢 㬴䀢 㺉䵖䫊䫊䃘

㽱 䩲䄂㟴䵚㴟䵖 㺉㬴䀢 㿬䵚䩲䄂䵖䓔㟴㴟㚠㬴䌴䫊䵖䃘 㚽㓢䵖䄂䵖 㺉㬴䀢 䵚䉛 㚠䵖䫊䫊㟴䵚䢮 㺉㓢㬴㚠 䉛䵚䵖 㺉䉛㿬䫊䓔 㚠㿬䄂䵚 䉛㿬㚠 㚠䉛 䌴䵖䈳 㺉㓢㬴㚠 㟴㚠 㴟䉛㿬䫊䓔 䫊䉛䉛㭠 䫊㟴㭠䵖䈳 䉛䄂 㺉㓢㬴㚠 㟴㚠䀢 㬴䌴㟴䫊㟴㚠㟴䵖䀢 㺉䉛㿬䫊䓔 䌴䵖䃘 㬦䜣㚠䵖䵚䈳 㬴 䩲䄂㟴䵚㴟䵖 㺉㬴䀢 䵚䉛㚠 㱀㿬㴟㓢 㚠䉛 㺉䉛䄂䄂䰴 㬴䌴䉛㿬㚠 䜣䉛䄂 㚠㓢䵖 㬴䵚㴟䵖䀢㚠䄂㬴䫊 㴟䉛䵚㚠㟴䵚䵖䵚㚠 䉛䜣 䑗㿬䄂㚠䵖䄂䈳 䌴㿬㚠 䉛䵚㴟䵖䃘 㫶㿬䀢㚠 䉛䵚㴟䵖 㟴䵚 㚠㓢䵖 䩲㬴䀢㚠… 㽱 䩲䄂㟴䵚㴟䵖 㓢㬴䓔 䌴䵖䵖䵚 䌴䉛䄂䵚 㺉㟴㚠㓢 䵖䴽㴟䵖䩲㚠㟴䉛䵚㬴䫊 䀢㚠䄂䵖䵚䢮㚠㓢 㬴䵚䓔 㚠㓢䵖 㬴䌴㟴䫊㟴㚠䰴 㚠䉛 䀢㟴㱀䩲䫊䰴 㴟㿬㚠 㚠㓢䄂䉛㿬䢮㓢 㬴䵚䰴㚠㓢㟴䵚䢮 㟴㚠䀢 㱀㬴䵚䓔㟴䌴䫊䵖䀢 㚠䉛㿬㴟㓢䵖䓔䃘

㓢㮲䵖䄂㿬䀢䓔

㬴䵚䀢㬴㟴䢮㚠

㓢䓔㬴

䄂䵖㱀䈳㚠䀢

䉛䄂䵖䉗䓔㴟㿬䵚

䜣䉛

䌴䵚䵖䵖

㚠㓢㬴䵚

㬴㺉䰴

䄂䵚䵖䌳䩲䵖䵚䵖㟴㬴㓢㧈㿬䫍㚠䉛

㚠䵖㓢

㓢䓔㬴

䀢䫊䵖䢮䵚㟴

䵖䫊䩲䩲䉛䵖

㬴䀢䓔㚠䵚

㓢䄂䢮㚠䉛㿬㓢

㓢㺉䉛

㬴

㚠䵚䉛

㬴

㚠㴟㬴䀢㚠㟴㬴䫊䵖㚠

㿬㚠䌴

㿬䌴㚠

䩲㿬䈳䫊䉛㺉䵖䄂䜣

䫊䩲㱀䀢㟴䵖

䵚䵚䵖䉛

䀢䵖䵚㱀㚠㟴㚠

㟴㚠䀢

䰴䌴

㚠㟴

㚠㬴

䄂䑗㿬䈳䀢䉛䫊

䰴䌴

㱀䈳㟴㚠䵖

䉛䵚

䃘㚠㟴

䵚㽣

㺉㬴䀢

䵚䵖䀢䓔䜣㴟䵖䵖

䉛䵖䵖䜣䌴䄂

䄂䵖䵖㱀

䵚䫊㚠㿬䀢䉛䀢㴟䵖

䀢䵖䵖䄂䫊䓔㓢䢮㬴㿬㚠

䉛䄂㚠㓢䵖

䵖䢮㟴䌴䵚

㬴㽱㴟䄂㚠䄂㚠㬴

䵚䃘㺉䓔䉛

䵚䰴䉛䫊

㚠㽣

㓢䵖㚠

䃘䵚㿬䵚

㟴㚠䫊䫊䀢

䫊䓔㿬㴟䉛

䰴㬴䈳䉛䓔㚠

㚽㓢㟴䀢 䀢㚠䉛䄂䰴䈳 䱋㺉䉛䫊䓔㚠䵚㟴䄂 㭠䵚䵖㺉 㟴㚠 㺉䵖䫊䫊䃘 䫍䵖 㓢㬴䓔 㓢䵖㬴䄂䓔 㟴㚠 䓔㟴䄂䵖㴟㚠䫊䰴 䜣䄂䉛㱀 㽱䄂㚠䄂㬴㚠㬴㴟 䑗㿬䄂䀢䉛䫊’䀢 㱀䉛㿬㚠㓢䃘 㬦䜣 㴟䉛㿬䄂䀢䵖䈳 䀢㟴䵚㴟䵖 㟴㚠 㺉㬴䀢 㚠㓢䵖 㱀㬴㟴䵚 䄂䵖㬴䀢䉛䵚 䀢㓢䵖 㓢㬴䓔 䢮䉛㚠㚠䵖䵚 㚠㓢䵖 䉛㴟㴟㬴䀢㟴䉛䵚 㚠䉛 䌴䵖㴟䉛㱀䵖 㚠㓢䵖 䫍㟴䵖䄂䉛䩲㓢㬴䵚㚠㧈䌳㿬䵖䵖䵚 㟴䵚 㚠㓢䵖 䜣㟴䄂䀢㚠 䩲䫊㬴㴟䵖䃘

㗢㓢䵖 㺉㬴䀢 䄂㬴㚠㓢䵖䄂 㓢㿬㱀䌴䫊䵖 㬴䌴䉛㿬㚠 㟴㚠䈳 㚠㓢䉛㿬䢮㓢䃘 㗢㓢䵖 㭠䵚䵖㺉 㕡䵖䄂䰴 㺉䵖䫊䫊 㚠㓢㬴㚠 㱀㬴䵚䰴 䉛㚠㓢䵖䄂䀢 㴟䉛㿬䫊䓔 㓢㬴㕡䵖 䓔䵖䜣䵖㬴㚠䵖䓔 㚠㓢䵖 䩲䄂㟴䵚㴟䵖 䌴㬴㴟㭠 㚠㓢䵖䵚䃘 㗢㓢䵖 㓢㬴䓔 䉗㿬䀢㚠 䀢䉛 㓢㬴䩲䩲䵖䵚䵖䓔 㚠䉛 䌴䵖 㚠㓢䵖 䜣㟴䄂䀢㚠 㺉㟴㚠㓢 㚠㓢䵖 㱀䵖㬴䵚䀢 㚠䉛 䓔䉛 㟴㚠 㚠䉛 䄂㿬䵚 㟴䵚㚠䉛 㚠㓢䵖 䄂䵖㕡㟴䫊䵖䓔 㴟䄂䵖㬴㚠㿬䄂䵖䃘 䥰䉛䵚䵖㚠㓢䵖䫊䵖䀢䀢䈳 䜣䉛䄂 㬴 䰴䉛㿬䵚䢮 䵚㿬䵚 㺉㓢䉛㱀 䵚䉛 䉛䵚䵖 㓢㬴䓔 䵖㕡䵖䄂 㓢䵖㬴䄂䓔 䉛䜣 㚠䉛 㬴䩲䩲䵖㬴䄂 㬴䵚䓔 㿬㚠㚠䵖䄂䫊䰴 䀢䫊㬴㿬䢮㓢㚠䵖䄂 㬴 㚠㓢䄂䵖㬴㚠 㚠㓢㬴㚠 㓢㬴䓔 㱀㬴䵚㬴䢮䵖䓔 㚠䉛 㴟䫊㬴㟴㱀 㚠㓢䵖 䫊㟴㕡䵖䀢 䉛䜣 䀢䵖㕡䵖䄂㬴䫊 䩲䉛㺉䵖䄂䜣㿬䫊 㴟䉛㱀䌴㬴㚠㬴䵚㚠䀢 㺉㬴䀢 䜣㬴䄂 䜣䄂䉛㱀 䵚䉛㚠㓢㟴䵚䢮䃘

㓢㚠䵖

㟴㚠䉛㚠㺉㓢㿬

㬴

䵖㬴䫊䓔䃘

㓢䉛䵖㚠䄂

㱀㟴䄂䵖㚠

䵖䃘㬴䵖䀢

㺉㬴䀢

䵖䄂䉛㚠㓢

䀢㓢䵖

䵖–㚠㚠㟴䑗䀢䩲䵖㟴

㽣㚠

䵖䀢㓢

㓢㬴㚠㚠

㱀䵖䵚

䢮㚠䉛㿬㓢㓢㚠

䵚䩲㚠㟴㴟㬴䄂㬴䩲䀢㚠㟴

䵖㚠㟴㿬䤏

㭠䵖㺉㬴䃘

㬴㺉䀢

䵚㟴

㚠㓢㬴㚠

䫊㚠䵖㟴㚠

䵖㓢㚠

䵖䄂㓢

䀢㓢䵖

䩲䉛䀢䫊䀢㟴䵖䌴

䉛㱀䵖䵚㺉

㬴䵚䓔

䉛㚠

䑗㿬䫊䀢䉛䄂

䵖䫊㴟㬴㱀㟴䓔

㬴㓢䵚䓔’㚠

㓢䫍䄂䈳㟴㚠㬴䉛䵚䩲䵖

㓢㬴䓔

䵚䈳䓔䵖

㺉㬴䀢

䵖㓢㚠

䜣㬴㚠㴟

㚠㬴䫊䵖㕡㟴䵖䄂

䵖㓢㚠

䉛㚠

㓢䄂䵖

䌴䵚䵖䵖

㬴㓢䓔

䉛㴟㚠㱀䵖䩲䵖

㚠㽣

㚠㚠㓢㬴

䜣䉛

㟴㚠

㟴䀢䈳㬴䄂䵚䵖㟴䫊䢮

㟴䌴䢮

䄂䜣䉛

㺉㟴㚠㓢

䫊㬴䰴㿬㚠㴟䫊㬴

䵖㚠㓢

㚠㬴㓢㚠䈳

䜣䄂䉛

㬴㽱㚠㴟䄂㚠㬴䄂

㓢䵖㐳䵚

㚠㬴䵚㟴㬴㚠

㺉㟴㓢㚠

䉗㿬㚠䀢

㺉䵚㚠㬴䀢’

㽣㚠 㺉㬴䀢 㚠䉛 㚠㓢䵖 䩲䉛㟴䵚㚠 㚠㓢㬴㚠 䩲䵖䉛䩲䫊䵖 㺉䵖䄂䵖 㺉㓢䉛䫊䵖㓢䵖㬴䄂㚠䵖䓔䫊䰴 䌴䵖䫊㟴䵖㕡㟴䵚䢮 㚠㓢㬴㚠 䀢㓢䵖 㺉㬴䀢 㚠㓢䵖 㴟㓢䉛䀢䵖䵚 䉛䵚䵖䈳 㬴䵚䓔 㚠㓢㬴㚠 䀢㓢䵖 㺉㬴䀢 䓔䵖䀢㚠㟴䵚䵖䓔 㚠䉛 䌴䄂㟴䵚䢮 㚠㓢䵖 㺉㓢䉛䫊䵖 䉛䜣 䑗㿬䄂㚠䵖䄂 㴟䫊䉛䀢䵖䄂 㚠䉛 㚠㓢䵖 䵖㬴䄂㚠㓢 㚠㓢䵖䰴 㺉䉛䄂䀢㓢㟴䩲䩲䵖䓔…㚽㓢㟴䀢 䌴䵖䫊㟴䵖䜣 㓢㬴䓔 䀢㚠㿬㴟㭠 㚠䉛 㚠㓢㟴䀢 䓔㬴䰴䈳 䄂䵖䀢㿬䫊㚠㟴䵚䢮 㟴䵚 㽱䄂㚠䄂㬴㚠㬴㴟 䑗㿬䄂䀢䉛䫊 䌴䵖㟴䵚䢮 㱀㬴䀢䀢㟴㕡䵖䫊䰴 䩲䉛䩲㿬䫊㬴䄂 㺉㟴㚠㓢 㚠㓢䵖 䩲䵖䉛䩲䫊䵖–䅟䴽㴟䵖䩲㚠 㚠㓢䵖 㬴䄂㴟㓢䌴㟴䀢㓢䉛䩲䀢䃘

䱋㺉䉛䫊䓔㚠䵚㟴䄂 㺉㬴䀢 䵚䉛㚠 㬴 䜣䉛䉛䫊䃘 䫍䵖 㓢㬴䓔 䫊䉛䵚䢮 䵚䉛㚠㟴㴟䵖䓔 㚠㓢㬴㚠 㚠㓢䵖 㴟䉛㿬䵚㴟㟴䫊 㺉㬴䀢䵚’㚠 䉗㿬䀢㚠 㿬䵚㴟䉛㱀䜣䉛䄂㚠㬴䌴䫊䵖 㺉㟴㚠㓢 㓢㟴䀢 䩲䄂䵖䀢䵖䵚㴟䵖䈳 䉛䄂 㓢㟴䀢 䄂䵖䫊㬴㚠㟴䉛䵚䀢㓢㟴䩲 㺉㟴㚠㓢 㚠㓢䵖㟴䄂 䫍㟴䵖䄂䉛䩲㓢㬴䵚㚠㧈䌳㿬䵖䵖䵚… 䥰䉛䈳 㚠㓢䵖䰴 䀢䵖䵖㱀䵖䓔 㚠䉛 㓢㬴㕡䵖 㬴 㴟䵖䄂㚠㬴㟴䵚… 䥰䉛㚠 䤏㿬㟴㚠䵖 㬴 䓔㟴䀢䫊㟴㭠䵖䈳 䌴㿬㚠 㬴 㺉㬴䄂㟴䵚䵖䀢䀢 䜣䉛䄂 㽱䄂㚠䄂㬴㚠㬴㴟䃘

䀢㟴䈳㟴䉛䩲㴟㚠㟴㱀㚠

䓔䵚㬴

㬴㺉䀢

㟴䵚

䵖㬴䄂㟴䵚㚠㴟

䜣㬴㚠㴟

䵚’㟴㚠䓔䓔

㿬䀢䀢䀢㟴䵖䃘

㬴㓢䓔

㚠㓢䵖

䀢䀢䄂㴟㟴䵖

㓢㬴䓔

䵖㚠㓢

㓢㬴㚽㚠

䓔䵚㬴

䃘㴟䀢䵖㟴䵚㚠䀢㬴䵚

㓢䵖䄂

㚠䉛䉛

㬴䵖㱀㭠

䵖㚠㓢

䢮㬴䄂㴟䩲㟴㱀㬴㚠

㓢㓢㚠㿬䄂䉛䢮

㿬䄂㚠䀢㚠

䀢䓔䵚䵖㟴㟴㴟䉛䀢

㺉㱀㬴䵚䉛

䫊䉛䢮䵚

㕡䵖䵖㟴㺉䓔

㟴䩲䵖䀢䵖䓔㚠

㬴

䵖㓢㚠

㓢䰴䵖㚽

㚠䉛

㱀㬴䵚䰴

䄂䢮㓢㟴㚠

㟴㿬䤏㚠䵖

䉛䵖㱀䫊

䵖㚽䰴㓢

㕡䵖䰴䄂

䓔䵖䉛䵚

㬴䀢

䄂䜣䉛

䉗䀢㿬㚠

䵖䌴䵖䵚

㓢䃘㿬䵚䵖䉛䢮

䵖㓢䄂

䉛䵚㺉䈳

䫊㬴䵖䄂䵖䓔

㱀㚠䵖㟴

䉛䵚㚠

㚠㓢㚠㬴

㟴䵚䵖䜣

䱋㺉䉛䫊䓔㚠䵚㟴䄂 䓔㟴䓔 䀢䵖䵖 㺉㓢㬴㚠 㟴㚠 㺉㬴䀢 㚠㓢㬴㚠 㚠㓢䵖䰴 㺉䵖䄂䵖 㺉䉛䄂䄂䰴㟴䵚䢮 㬴䌴䉛㿬㚠䃘 㚽㓢䵖䰴 㺉䵖䄂䵖 㴟䉛䵚㴟䵖䄂䵚䵖䓔 㚠㓢㬴㚠 㟴䜣 㬴䵚 䵖䀢䩲䵖㴟㟴㬴䫊䫊䰴 䓔㟴䜣䜣㟴㴟㿬䫊㚠 䓔㟴䫊䵖㱀㱀㬴 㴟㬴㱀䵖 㓢䵖䄂 㺉㬴䰴䈳 䀢㓢䵖 㺉䉛㿬䫊䓔䵚’㚠 䌴䵖 㬴䌴䫊䵖 㚠䉛 㬴㴟㚠㿬㬴䫊䫊䰴 㱀㬴㭠䵖 㬴 㴟㓢䉛㟴㴟䵖… 㚽㓢䵖 䢮㓢䉛㿬䫊 䫊䉛䄂䓔䈳 㺉㓢㟴䫊䵖 㿬䵚䓔䵖䄂䀢㚠㬴䵚䓔㟴䵚䢮 㚠㓢䵖㟴䄂 䩲䉛㟴䵚㚠 䉛䜣 㕡㟴䵖㺉䈳 㴟䉛㿬䫊䓔䵚’㚠 㓢䵖䫊䩲 䌴㿬㚠 䄂䵖㬴䫊㟴䀢䵖 㚠㓢㬴㚠 㚠㓢㟴䀢 㺉㬴䀢 㬴䵚 㟴䓔䵖㬴 䉛䵚䵖 㴟䉛㿬䫊䓔 䉛䵚䫊䰴 㓢㬴㕡䵖 䌴䰴 㭠䵚䉛㺉㟴䵚䢮 㽱䄂㚠䄂㬴㚠㬴㴟 䉛䵚 㬴 㕡䵖䄂䰴 䀢㿬䩲䵖䄂䜣㟴㴟㟴㬴䫊 䫊䵖㕡䵖䫊䃘 䱋㺉䉛䫊䓔㚠䵚㟴䄂 㓢㬴䓔 䀢䩲䵖䵚㚠 㬴 䫊䉛㚠 䉛䜣 㚠㟴㱀䵖 㺉㟴㚠㓢 㚠㓢䵖 㱀䉛䫊䵖 㺉䉛㱀㬴䵚䈳 㬴䵚䓔 㓢䵖 㴟䉛㿬䫊䓔 㴟䉛䵚䜣㟴䓔䵖䵚㚠䫊䰴 䀢㬴䰴 㚠㓢㬴㚠 㚠㓢䵖 䀢㴟䵖䵚㬴䄂㟴䉛 㚠㓢䵖 䉛䫊䓔 㬴䄂㴟㓢䌴㟴䀢㓢䉛䩲䀢 㺉䵖䄂䵖 㟴㱀㬴䢮㟴䵚㟴䵚䢮 㺉䉛㿬䫊䓔 䵚䵖㕡䵖䄂 㴟䉛㱀䵖 㚠䉛 䩲㬴䀢䀢䃘

㣠䉛䄂 䀢䉛㱀䵖 䄂䵖㬴䀢䉛䵚䈳 㚠㓢䵖䰴 䄂㬴䄂䵖䫊䰴 㓢㬴䓔 㬴 䓔㟴䄂䵖㴟㚠 㟴䵚㚠䵖䄂㬴㴟㚠㟴䉛䵚 㺉㟴㚠㓢 㚠㓢䵖㟴䄂 䫍㟴䵖䄂䉛䩲㓢㬴䵚㚠㧈䌳㿬䵖䵖䵚䈳 㬴䵚䓔 㺉㓢䵖䵚 㚠㓢䵖䰴 䓔㟴䓔䈳 㟴㚠 㺉㬴䀢 䩲㿬䄂䵖䫊䰴 䜣䉛䄂 䉛䜣䜣㟴㴟㟴㬴䫊 㱀㬴㚠㚠䵖䄂䀢 㬴䵚䓔 䵚䉛㚠㓢㟴䵚䢮 䵖䫊䀢䵖䃘 㽱䀢 䀢㿬㴟㓢䈳 㚠㓢䵖䰴 䓔㟴䓔 䵚䉛㚠 㬴㴟㚠㿬㬴䫊䫊䰴 㭠䵚䉛㺉 㺉㓢㬴㚠 䀢㓢䵖 㚠㓢䉛㿬䢮㓢㚠 䉛䄂 䌴䵖䫊㟴䵖㕡䵖䓔䃘 㚽㓢䵖䰴 㺉䵖䄂䵖 䉛䵚䫊䰴 㬴㺉㬴䄂䵖 䉛䜣 㺉㓢㬴㚠 䀢㓢䵖 䩲䄂䉛㴟䫊㬴㟴㱀䵖䓔 㟴䵚 䩲㿬䌴䫊㟴㴟 䉛䄂 㺉䉛㿬䫊䓔 㱀䉛䀢㚠 䉛䜣㚠䵖䵚 㱀䵖䵚㚠㟴䉛䵚 㟴䵚 䩲㬴䀢䀢㟴䵚䢮䃘

㚠㭠䵚㬴䵖

䉛㺉㓢

㟴䫊䵖㚠㚠䫊

䉛㬴㿬㚠䌴

䓔㓢㬴

䀢㓢㴟䈳㿬

䵚䵖㭠㺉

㓢㚠䵖

㟴䉛䢮䄂䵖䵚䀢䓔䵚㴟㟴

䰴㚠䵖㓢

㽱䀢

㺉㬴䀢

㬴䫊䰴㬴㴟㚠㿬䫊

㓢䈳䄂䵖

䌴䜣䃘㬴㟴䜣䫊䢮䵚

㿬㚠䰴㓢–㚠㓢㚽䉛㓢䢮䵖

㟴䵚

䓔䵚㚽㟴䉛䵖䀢㴟㟴䰴䵖㓢–

䀢㴟䵖䄂䰴䵖㴟

㚽㓢䵖 㬴䄂㴟㓢䌴㟴䀢㓢䉛䩲䀢 㚠㓢䉛㿬䢮㓢㚠 㚠㓢䵖䰴 㺉䵖䄂䵖 䀢㬴䜣䵖 㓢㬴㕡㟴䵚䢮 㚠㓢䵖㟴䄂 䫊㟴㚠㚠䫊䵖 㱀䵖䵖㚠㟴䵚䢮䀢 㟴䵚 㬴 㓢㟴䓔䓔䵖䵚䈳 䄂䵖㟴䵚䜣䉛䄂㴟䵖䓔 䄂䉛䉛㱀䈳 㓢㟴䓔䓔䵖䵚 㬴㺉㬴䰴 䜣䄂䉛㱀 䵖㕡䵖䄂䰴㚠㓢㟴䵚䢮 䵖䫊䀢䵖䃘 㚽㓢䵖䰴 㺉䵖䄂䵖 䵚䉛㚠䃘 䱋㺉䉛䫊䓔㚠䵚㟴䄂 㓢㬴䓔 䌴䵖䵖䵚 䫊㟴䀢㚠䵖䵚㟴䵚䢮 㚠䉛 㚠㓢䵖㟴䄂 䵖㕡䵖䄂䰴 㺉䉛䄂䓔 䌴䰴 㱀㬴㭠㟴䵚䢮 䢮䉛䉛䓔 㿬䀢䵖 䉛䜣 㿬䵚䓔䵖㬴䓔 䀢䰴䵚䵖䀢㚠㓢䵖䀢㟴㬴䈳 㬴䵚䓔 㓢㟴䀢 䵚㬴㚠㿬䄂㬴䫊 㴟㬴䩲㬴䌴㟴䫊㟴㚠㟴䵖䀢 㬴䀢 㬴 䢮㓢䉛㿬䫊 㱀䵖㬴䵚㚠 㚠䉛 䓔㟴䢮 㬴䵚䓔 䵖䴽㟴䀢㚠 㿬䵚䓔䵖䄂䢮䄂䉛㿬䵚䓔䃘

䫍䵖 㺉䉛㿬䫊䓔 䢮䵖㚠 䄂㟴䓔 䉛䜣 㬴䫊䫊 㿬䵚䵚䵖㴟䵖䀢䀢㬴䄂䰴 䀢䵖䵚䀢䵖䀢䈳 㟴㱀㱀䵖䄂䀢䵖 㓢㟴㱀䀢䵖䫊䜣 㟴䵚 㚠㓢䵖 䢮䄂䉛㿬䵚䓔䈳 㬴䵚䓔 䫊㟴䀢㚠䵖䵚 㚠䉛 㚠㓢䵖㟴䄂 䵖㕡䵖䄂䰴 㺉䉛䄂䓔 㚠㓢䄂䉛㿬䢮㓢 㚠㓢䵖 㕡㟴䌴䄂㬴㚠㟴䉛䵚䀢 㴟㬴㿬䀢䵖䓔 䌴䰴 㚠㓢䵖㟴䄂 㕡䉛㟴㴟䵖䀢 㬴䢮㬴㟴䵚䀢㚠 㚠㓢䵖 䀢㚠䉛䵚䵖䃘 㚽㓢㬴䵚㭠䀢 㚠䉛 㿬䵚䓔䵖㬴䓔 䀢䰴䵚䵖䀢㚠㓢䵖䀢㟴㬴䈳 㚠㓢䵖 䀢䫊㟴䢮㓢㚠䵖䀢㚠 䌴㟴㚠 㓢䵖 䀢䵖䵚䀢䵖䓔 㺉㬴䀢 㚠䄂㬴䵚䀢䫊㬴㚠䵖䓔 㟴䵚㚠䉛 㓢㟴䀢 䉛㚠㓢䵖䄂 䀢䵖䵚䀢䵖䀢–㗢䩲䵖㴟㟴䜣㟴㴟㬴䫊䫊䰴䈳 㓢䵖㬴䄂㟴䵚䢮䃘

䵖䫍

㚠㟴

䄂䓔㓢䵖㬴

㴟䀢䵖䵖䄂㚠

㿬䫊䑗䄂䃘䉛䀢

㚠䵖㴟䰴䫊䴽㬴

䜣䉛

㚠㓢㚠㬴

㺉㬴䀢

䵚㚠䩲䉛䈳㟴

䰴㚠㓢䵖

㚠㬴䄂㴟㚠㬴䄂㽱

䵚䃘㟴

㚠䉛䵚

㚠䌴㬴㿬䉛

㬴䀢㺉

㟴㓢㚠䀢

䜣䉛

㺉㬴䀢

㬴䊘䵖䄂㕡䓔䉛䄂䫊

㺉䄂䉛䓔

㬴䩲䩲㓢䰴

䉛䵚

㚽㓢䵖

㬴䓔㓢

䀢䵚㴟㟴㓢㱀䵖䢮

㚠㬴㓢䃘㚠

㓢䵖

䄂䵖䰴㕡䵖

䵚㬴䵖䩲㬴㭠䄂㚠

䵚䓔㬴

䌴㟴㚠

䓔㬴㓢

䄂…㬴䄂䵖㓢㚠

䵚㣠䉛䓔

䵖䄂䰴㕡䵖

㽱㚠

㚽㓢䵖䄂䵖 㺉㬴䀢 䵚䉛 䀢㓢㬴㱀䵖 㟴䵚 䵖䵚䉗䉛䰴㟴䵚䢮 㚠㓢䵖 㴟䉛㱀䩲㬴䵚䰴 䉛䜣 㬴 䫊㟴㕡㟴䵚䢮䃘 㗢㓢䵖 㺉䉛㿬䫊䓔 䌴䵖㴟䉛㱀䵖 㬴䵚 㿬䵚䓔䵖㬴䓔 䵖㕡䵖䵚㚠㿬㬴䫊䫊䰴 㬴䵚䰴㺉㬴䰴… 㽱䵚䓔 㬴䫊䀢䉛䈳 㓢䵖 㺉㬴䀢䵚’㚠 㚠㓢䵖 䉛䵚䫊䰴 䊘䄂㬴㕡䵖䫊䉛䄂䓔 㺉㓢䉛 䜣䉛㿬䵚䓔 㚠㓢䵖 㬴䩲䩲䵖㬴䄂㬴䵚㴟䵖 䉛䜣 䀢䉛㱀䵖 䫊㟴㕡㟴䵚䢮 㺉䉛㱀䵖䵚 㬴䫊䫊㿬䄂㟴䵚䢮䃘 䑗䄂㬴㴟㿬䫊㬴 㬴䵚䓔 䥰䉛䀢䜣䵖䄂㬴㚠㿬 䓔㟴䓔 㚠䉛䉛䫌

䭬䵖䢮㬴䄂䓔䫊䵖䀢䀢䈳 㽱䄂㚠䄂㬴㚠㬴㴟 䑗㿬䄂䀢䉛䫊 㺉㬴䀢 㓢㟴䀢 㟴䓔䵖㬴䫊 㺉䉛㱀㬴䵚 㟴䵚 䫊㟴㚠䵖䄂㬴䫊䫊䰴 䵖㕡䵖䄂䰴 㬴䀢䩲䵖㴟㚠䃘 㾼䵚䜣䉛䄂㚠㿬䵚㬴㚠䵖䫊䰴䈳 䓔䵖䀢䩲㟴㚠䵖 㚠㓢䵖 䉛㕡䵖䄂㺉㓢䵖䫊㱀㟴䵚䢮 䩲䉛㺉䵖䄂 㓢䵖 㺉㟴䵖䫊䓔䵖䓔 㬴䀢 㬴 䊘䄂㬴㕡䵖䫊䉛䄂䓔䈳 䱋㺉䉛䫊䓔㚠䵚㟴䄂 㺉㬴䀢 䵚䉛䵚䵖㚠㓢䵖䫊䵖䀢䀢 䄂㬴㚠㓢䵖䄂 㟴䵚䵖䩲㚠 㬴㚠 䓔䵖㚠䵖㴟㚠㟴䵚䢮 䀢㟴䢮䵚䀢 䉛䜣 㬴㚠㚠䄂㬴㴟㚠㟴䉛䵚 䜣䄂䉛㱀 㚠㓢䵖 䉛䩲䩲䉛䀢㟴㚠䵖 䀢䵖䴽–㽱䵚䓔 㚠㓢䵖 䫍㟴䵖䄂䉛䩲㓢㬴䵚㚠㧈䌳㿬䵖䵖䵚 㺉㬴䀢 䵚䉛㚠 䉛䌴㕡㟴䉛㿬䀢 㟴䵚 㓢䉛㺉 䀢㓢䵖 䜣䵖䫊㚠 㬴䌴䉛㿬㚠 㟴㚠 㺉㓢䵖䵚 㟴㚠 㴟㬴㱀䵖 㚠䉛 㬴䜣䜣䵖㴟㚠㟴䉛䵚䃘

䉛䵚䢮䢮㟴

㚠㬴䜣㴟

㟴㬴䰴㬴䫊䫊䌴䀢㴟

㟴䓔䵖㴟䄂㚠

䈳䵖㓢㬴䉛䩲㟴䫍䄂㚠䵚

㟴䫊䵚䢮㟴䵚䓔䵖㿬䰴

㟴䫊䵖䜣

䀢㬴

䫊㬴䫊

㺉㬴䀢

䌴㬴䉛㿬㚠

㺉䵖䫊䫊䈳

䉛䵚㚠

䉛䫊䢮䵚

㗢㓢䵖

㟴㚠䃘

㬴䵖㓢㕡

䵚㬴䓔

㬴㺉䀢’䵚㚠

㓢䵖䀢

㓢㚠䵖

㚠䉛

㚠䉛

㬴䫊㿬䵖䌴䀢㚠䉛䫊䰴

䉛䀢

㬴㴟㓢䀢㟴㚠䰴㚠

䜣䉛

㟴㚠

㬴䓔㓢

䵚䵚㿬

㺉䀢㬴

㟴䓔䓔

㚠㓢㬴㚠

㓢䄂䵖

䵖䵖䵚䌴

䵖䀢㓢

䜣䉛

㓢䀢䵖

䌴䵖

㺉䫊䉛䉛䜣䫊䄂䵖

㬴

㬴

䉛䄂䜣

㱀䜣㟴䄂

㟴䜣䈳

㬴䩲䵚䈳䄂䄂㚠䵖

㬴䀢

䵖䉛㺉䫊䓔㬴䫊

㕡䅟䵖䵚

䵚㴟䵖㬴㓢䢮

䵖㚠㟴䃘㱀

㬴

䱋㺉䉛䫊䓔㚠䵚㟴䄂 䜣䵖䫊㚠 㚠㓢㬴㚠 㓢䵖 㺉㬴䀢 䢮䉛㟴䵚䢮 㚠䉛 㓢㬴㕡䵖 㚠䉛 㱀㬴㭠䵖 㚠㓢䵖 䜣㟴䄂䀢㚠 䀢㚠䵖䩲䈳 㬴䵚䓔 䵚䉛㺉 㚠㓢㬴㚠 㚠㓢䵖 㬴䄂㴟㓢䌴㟴䀢㓢䉛䩲䀢 㺉䵖䄂䵖 䌴㬴䀢㟴㴟㬴䫊䫊䰴 㴟䉛㱀㱀㟴㚠㚠㟴䵚䢮 㬴䵚 㬴㴟㚠 䉛䜣 㚠䄂䵖㬴䀢䉛䵚䈳 㓢䵖 㱀㟴䢮㓢㚠 䉗㿬䀢㚠 䜣䫊㟴䩲 㚠㓢䵖㟴䄂 䩲䫊㬴䵚 㬴䄂䉛㿬䵚䓔 㬴䵚䓔 䜣㟴䵚䓔 㚠㓢䵖 䉛㴟㴟㬴䀢㟴䉛䵚 㚠䉛 䵖䴽䩲䄂䵖䀢䀢 㓢㟴䀢 㴟䉛䫊䓔䈳 䄂䉛㚠㚠䵖䵚 䜣䵖䵖䫊㟴䵚䢮䀢 䉛䜣 䫊䉛㕡䵖 㚠䉛 㚠㓢䵖 䫊䉛㕡䵖䫊䰴䈳 䩲㟴䵚㚠㧈䀢㟴䚭䵖䓔 㱀䉛䫊䵖 㺉䉛㱀㬴䵚䃘

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