Capítulo 1267: Restlessness

The pendulum swung back and forth for another year–The livings of the Peaceful Realm were holding up their defences very well, but the strain on the laws Fallael had written was starting to be felt dearly. Everywhere outside the borders of the life barrier, undeads roamed en masse, more numerous and stronger than ever. The restrictions had eroded away to the brink of snapping.

It was to the point where breaches were happening nearly on a daily basis, citizens were growing weary of having to stay hidden nearly constantly–They were alive, but they weren’t living their lives as they should be. Nerves were being pulled thin. The defenders might be getting stronger and stronger, but the tide of undeath was an unstoppable force…

Griar said goodbye to his children and kissed his wife in the morning, leaving them confined to the home as he stepped out to fight as he did every single day… By now, he could hardly recognise himself as the inexperienced, pitiful youth he had been in the past. The only thing that was still like this was his face. He kept himself cleanly shaved at all times, and he retained his youthful vigour without any blemish…

Only his eyes held the glint of change. Naturally, constant warfare, where a single mistake could lead to one’s own death as well as the demise of everyone else, was quite stressful. It would be abnormal to stay unchanged in spite of this… Nonetheless, he and the others remained in high spirits. Being hopeful did more than most would believe for one’s psyche.

…And having hope allowed for the withstanding of shocking events–Such as what he and all other defenders witnessed the moment they gathered together. An undead was floating in the sky… And he was clearly way more powerful than any other they had ever met. The laws had been bent out of shape greatly, so they now had to face this… Abomination.

Abomination, not in appearance, but in sheer presence and strength. This corpse hadn’t done anything at all yet, but everyone present could tell that he was no joke. It was a skeleton with a very angular skull, garbed in an ample attire that completely covered his body and limbs, making it rather hard to actually get a good idea of what he looked like in his entirety.

His skull was marred with deep gashes, revealing a golden interior. He wore a golden crown chained onto the top of his skull and simply seemed different from the rest of the undeads the protectors had faced until now. His undead nature appeared to be of a different kind…

“Is everyone here? Hello, hello? Great, you can hear me… Let’s begin with an introduction. We aren’t animals after all. Let’s be proper–I am Irlanx Xacobus, a Minor Lord of the Undead Empire, and Regional Lord of half of the Soul Realm. You can call me King of The Restless, or King of Flies, or just Irlanx… Or just Xacobus. I honestly don’t really care about that”

“In any case… I have come to liberate you from your dreadful existences! How frightening that you live when you could be dead! Haven’t you been fighting undeads this entire time? Did you not notice how much better we have it compared to you guys? Do I need to list all of our advantages? Certainly not, you surely know them all by now… But even then, you haven’t willfully surrendered your lives and accepted the Pale Lady as your messiah?”

“What a sad state of affairs. You have been blinded and misguided by life! Fret not, however, I shall rescue you from your own delusions!”

Being a gallant skeleton, Irlanx Xacobus wasn’t the kind to use pure strength and numbers to crush his enemies. So he snapped his bony fingers and caused a rift to manifest inside the same space occupied by a portion of the barrier spanning several meters horizontally.

This caused a conflict, and for part of the life barrier to simply not be there anymore. He had been told how the life barrier functioned. From what undead intelligence services had determined, the thing producing the barrier manifested a beacon of some sort, and it was from the top of this beacon that the barrier formed, so basically, if the life barrier was water, it was shaped in this way because it was flowing over an imaginary, spherical item.

Thus, putting something in the way would cause a portion of it to simply not be there anymore… This was a weakness of the barrier in this instance, even if it was very useful otherwise, as it meant that methods that pried open a gap were less efficient, as the barrier would try to ‘flow’ into the breach, covering it up.

What the skeleton did here was like pressing his finger against a thin flow of water…

…Irlanx Xacobus’s idea of a gallant invasion was indeed to open a single path, and force all defenders to stay right where they were to defend this single spot… Indeed, what could possibly be more blood-pumping than the clash of two armies on flat ground? It was a terrible idea for both sides unless cavalry was involved, but it was most pleasing of a sight and experience.

“Vistus Argentis”

Speaking two words, the skeleton seemingly disappeared from where he was standing, suddenly appearing in the air a distance behind the back of the defenders.

He floated in place, one of his skeletal fingers crooked, he beckoned…

“Be wise, my soon-to-be friends. Who shall face me, and who shall face the might of the Vanguard–Or rather, who will face them?”

He slammed his palms together, and a throne manifested in the air behind him. He took a seat, bringing his fingertips together. It almost looked as though his skull was smiling–In fact, Irlanx Xacobus would absolutely be smiling if he had the ability to do so.

He wasn’t certain why, but for some reason, Loimos himself had told him to come here and had explained in plain terms that he should just do exactly what he wanted to do and not bother about actually being efficient… The King of The Restless probably could have asked the Pure Undead to elaborate on the ‘why?’, but Irlanx Xacobus frankly did not need to know what sort of plan Loimos had.

…The stagnant soul was simply glad to be able to flex his power like this. He found it very entertaining, and Alistel wasn’t around to–Rightfully–Make fun of him for acting like this, so he could have his fun.

With a wave of his hands, three figures surged out of rifts–Xator, Xaros, and Xaltar. His trusted agents… Xarina was also present, but she wasn’t exactly an expert in this sort of fight. Instead, she was actually outside of the barrier on the opposite side from where the rift had been opened… She was just going to do what she did best, and that was to bombard a still target.

She would add more chaos as her projectiles crashed all over the barrier, and who knows… Perhaps she would actually deal some damage to it. Irlanx Xacobus certainly wouldn’t discount the possibility. She had some potent firepower to deliver.

“Defeat my trusted warriors, and only then will I join the fight”

‘Heheh… Oh, this is so stupid, but I love it. I should have started lying back and having fun like this a long time ago’

He had been far too serious before being recruited by Loimos. It felt more natural to let his funny bone express itself… The only question was whether it was becoming a part of the Empire that had made him like this, or actually sliding a ring on Alistel’s finger–Frankly, both were huge achievements that he would consider big enough to drop the serious lordly persona and just sit back.

The skeleton watched as the livings were a bit confused by the third-rate villainous logic, but some people eventually stepped up to face the challenge.

The quartet, Crusader Thomas, and Louizon.

“That’s a rather… Odd line-up. Oh, don’t pay attention to me, dear little livings, I swear I’ll stay on this throne. I am absolutely trustworthy, by King Nitok’s crown, I will not partake in any foul play”

Now that Irlanx Xacobus thought about it, he had started to act a lot like King Nitok… And what did both he and King Nitok have in common? They were skeletons who had very much not-skeleton, powerful wives with strong personalities… Who also had a penchant for violence.

‘Mmh… What an odd little coincidence…’

The skeleton leaned his chin against his palm as his three faithful warriors poised themselves to fight the six livings, it was basically a two-on-one situation, only that considering the quartet was here, it was more likely that one of the undeads would end up in a one-against-four.

There was a reason they were often referred to as a collective rather than individually. They were inseparable from one another.

‘Now… Let’s see how this goes’

䪍䴿䤋䅟䜥䐘䤋㶄

㕩䖀䆕㱅㑫㑫䤋䴿㶄䚎䪼–

䗢㻅䖀䐾䴿㶄

䆕㑫㥥

䆕㗶㝶䖀

䋞㑫䚎㕩䖀䖀㥥

䆕㑫㥥

㱅㥥䖀㑫

䤋䣧䚎

㝶䆕㗶䖀

䐘㱅㶄㻅䆕㑫䴿䤋䅟

䖀䖀䥤㕩

老

㠒䗢䚎

䴿䤋

㑫䖀䗢㥥䐘㻅䚎

䚎䖀䖀䥤䴿’㕩

㑫䐘䋞㑫㠒䚎

㶄䐘㑫䐘㱌䚎䖀䖀

㗶䆕䖀䚎

䴿䤋

䖀㝶䆕

魯

㶄䐾㶄䋞㕩䗢䖀䂞

䐘䴿’㥥㠒䚎䗢䋞

䖀㑫䆕㕩䚎㕩

䚎㑫

㑫㥥䴿

㥥䖀䴿㠒㥥㶄㑫

魯

㠒㶄㥥䖀

盧

䗢䣧

㶄䴿㕩䖀㱅㑫䴿䚎

㑫䖀㕩䋞䪍䚎䖀㠒㶄㕩

㗶䖀䚎䆕

䗢䤋䴿䚎

㱌䐘䴿䗢䤋䅟䗢

㩕㻅㕩䤋㱌䐘䅟䗢㕩㣂䴿䗢䖀㑫䤋

䗢䣧

䖀䚎䆕

䤋䖀㣂䖀䗢㻅㑫䅟䆕䴿䋞䚎䴿㕩

䆕䚎䖀

路

㕩㕩㑫䗢䥤㶄㕩䤋

䴿㥥㣂㶄䤋䖀䚎㥥㠒㥥㕩

䖀㕩䖀䆕䚎

䤋䖀㶄䋞㑫䚎䖀䅟䗢㕩

㕩䐘㑫㗶䋞䐘䖀

䆕䚎䖀

䣧䗢

蘆

䚎䆕䖀

䚎䆕䖀

㱅㥥䴿㶄䤋䪍

䖀䖀䥤㕩

䣧䗢

䚎䗢

䆕䚎䖀

䆕䚎䖀

盧

䣧䗢

䖀㶄㗶䖀

䋞䗢㻅䟱㶄㑫㠒

䐘䫵㞵㑫䴿㕩

䗢㕩䴿䅟䥤

䚎䖀䤋䆕㕩

㗶䴿㑫

㗶㑫䋞䐘㕩䐘䖀

爐

爐

㕩䐾㠒㥥䂞䚎䤋

䖀䥤㕩䖀

㑫㑫㶄䖀㥥䐾䜥䋞㕩

䚎䆕䖀㗶

擄

䚎䐘㗶㕩㠒

㻅㠒䚎

㝶䆕䖀㗶 䥤䖀㕩䖀 㱅䗢㕩䖀 㑫㱌䤋䴿 䚎䗢 䋞㕩䖀㑫䚎䤋䗢䴿㶄 䋞㕩㑫䣧䚎䖀㥥 䣧㕩䗢㱅 㱅䗢䐘䚎䖀䴿 㻅䗢䴿䖀 㑫䴿㥥 㶄䆕㑫䂞䖀㥥 䤋䴿䚎䗢 䥤䆕㑫䚎 䚎䆕䖀㗶 䋞㠒㕩㕩䖀䴿䚎䐘㗶 䐘䗢䗢㱌䖀㥥 䐘䤋㱌䖀–㞵䚎 䥤㑫㶄 䗢䴿䐘㗶 䴿㑫䚎㠒㕩㑫䐘 䣧䗢㕩 䚎䆕䖀㱅 䴿䗢䚎 䚎䗢 㻅䖀 㑫䴿㗶䚎䆕䤋䴿䅟 䐘䤋㱌䖀 䚎䆕䖀 㑫䜥䖀㕩㑫䅟䖀 㠒䴿㥥䖀㑫㥥 䗢䣧 䚎䆕䖀 㰋㱅䂞䤋㕩䖀䪍 㝶䆕䖀㗶 䥤䖀㕩䖀 䗢䣧 㑫䴿䗢䚎䆕䖀㕩 㱌䤋䴿㥥䪍 㝶䆕䖀㗶 䥤䖀㕩䖀 㶄䚎㑫䅟䴿㑫䴿䚎 㶄䗢㠒䐘㶄 䥤䆕䗢 䆕㑫㥥 䣧䗢㕩㱅䖀㥥 䂞䆕㗶㶄䤋䋞㑫䐘 䜥䖀㶄㶄䖀䐘㶄 䣧䗢㕩 䚎䆕䖀㱅㶄䖀䐘䜥䖀㶄… 䃅䴿㥥 䴿䗢䥤䐾 䆕㑫䜥䤋䴿䅟 㑫䋞䋞䖀䂞䚎䖀㥥 䚎䆕䖀 䅟㕩㑫䋞䖀 䗢䣧 䚎䆕䖀 㼯㑫䐘䖀 䜼㑫㥥㗶䐾 䚎䆕䖀㗶 䆕㑫㥥 㻅䖀䋞䗢㱅䖀 㶄䚎㕩䗢䴿䅟䖀㕩 䚎䆕㑫䴿 䖀䜥䖀㕩䪍 㝶䆕䖀䤋㕩 㥥䖀䋞㑫㗶䤋䴿䅟 㶄䗢㠒䐘㶄 䥤䗢㠒䐘㥥 㕩䖀㱅㑫䤋䴿 㻅䗢㠒䴿㥥 䚎䗢 䚎䆕䤋㶄 䥤䗢㕩䐘㥥 䴿䗢 㱅㑫䚎䚎䖀㕩 䥤䆕㑫䚎䪍

䟱㑫䚎䗢㕩 㶄䚎䖀䂞䂞䖀㥥 䣧䗢㕩䥤㑫㕩㥥䐾 㑫䴿㥥 䳤㕩㠒㶄㑫㥥䖀㕩 㝶䆕䗢㱅㑫㶄 㥥䤋㥥 䚎䆕䖀 㶄㑫㱅䖀䪍 㝶䆕䖀 䚎䥤䗢 㶄䚎㑫㕩䖀㥥 㑫䚎 䗢䴿䖀 㑫䴿䗢䚎䆕䖀㕩…

䖀㗶䖀䐾

䆕䗢㑫䚎䴿䪍䖀㕩

㑫䴿

䣧䗢

䗢㠒䐾䚎

䗢㥥㠒㶄䚎䖀䤋

䟱㶄䴿㻅㞵㠒䋞䗢㑫–

䖀䗢䴿

㗶㕩㑫䐘䂞㥥䤋

䤋㱅䖀䚎

䖀㝶䆕

䗢㥥䚎㕩㑫䥤

㻅䴿䅟䖀㑫

䤋㻅䴿㱌䐘

䥤㑫㶄

㑫䴿㥥

䥤䣧䐘䗢䗢䐘㥥䖀

㻅㗶

䖀䂞䴿䗢䖀㥥

䚎㕩㑫䟱㑫䐘

䚎䆕䖀㶄䜥䖀㱅㶄䐘䖀

䗢㻅䖀㕩㱌

㠒䐾䴿䗢䤋䜼㩕䗢

㕩䂞䂞㑫䗢䆕㑫㥥䋞䖀

㻅㗶

㑫㶄

䆕㠒䖀㕩㶄㥥

䟱㑫㕩㶄䗢

䴿䖀㠒㥥㑫㥥㶄

㕩㱅䣧䗢

䖀䥤䖀㕩

䆕䚎䖀

䚎䆕㕩䖀䖀

䖀䚎䆕

䤋䤋䤋䖀䐘䚎㶄䗢㕀䚎㶄

䖀䆕䚎

㑫㱅㶄䖀

䚎㑫

㑫䴿㥥

䤋㑫㥥䋞䴿䴿䤋䅟䚎㶄

䖀䚎䆕

䗢䴿䤋䴿䣧䗢䚎䋞㑫㶄䚎䗢㕩䴿

㕩㱅䗢䣧

㻅㗶

㑫䚎㑫䂞䖀㶄㕩䖀

䴿㑫䐘㞵㕩䫵

㗴㠒㑫䚎䚎䖀㕩

䚎䖀䆕

䚎䐘䜥䋞…䖀䂞㶄䖀䤋㕩䖀㗶

䗢䤋㱅䚎䗢䴿

㶄䴿䗢䗢

㑫㶄

㗶䖀䆕䚎

䚎䆕䖀

䆕䋞㻅㕩䖀㑫

㞵䚎 䥤㑫㶄 㑫 㥥䤋㕩䖀䋞䚎䤋䜥䖀 㞵㕩䐘㑫䴿䫵 䆕㑫㥥 䅟䤋䜥䖀䴿 䆕䤋㶄 䚎䆕㕩䖀䖀 䚎㕩㠒㶄䚎䖀㥥 㶄㠒㻅䗢㕩㥥䤋䴿㑫䚎䖀㶄䪍 㞵䚎 䥤䗢㠒䐘㥥 㻅䖀 㑫 㶄䆕㑫㱅䖀 䤋䣧 㶄㠒䋞䆕 䅟䐘䗢㕩䤋䗢㠒㶄 䣧䤋䅟䆕䚎㶄 䥤䖀㕩䖀 䚎䗢 㻅䖀 䤋㱅䂞䖀㥥䖀㥥 䗢䜥䖀㕩䐾 䥤䗢㠒䐘㥥䴿’䚎 䤋䚎㾵 㝶䆕䖀 㻅䖀㶄䚎 䂞㑫㕩䚎 㑫㻅䗢㠒䚎 㑫䐘䐘 䗢䣧 䚎䆕䤋㶄 䥤㑫㶄 㱌䴿䗢䥤䤋䴿䅟 䚎䆕㑫䚎 㻅㗶 㥥䗢䤋䴿䅟 䥤䆕㑫䚎 䥤䗢㠒䐘㥥 㠒㶄㠒㑫䐘䐘㗶 㻅䖀 䋞䗢䴿㶄䤋㥥䖀㕩䖀㥥 䴿䗢䴿㶄䖀䴿㶄䖀 䤋䴿 㶄㠒䋞䆕 㑫 㶄䋞䖀䴿㑫㕩䤋䗢䐾 䚎䆕䖀 䱊䤋䴿䅟 䗢䣧 㝶䆕䖀 㼋䖀㶄䚎䐘䖀㶄㶄 䥤㑫㶄 㑫䋞䚎㠒㑫䐘䐘㗶 㥥䗢䤋䴿䅟 䖀䫵㑫䋞䚎䐘㗶 㑫㶄 䜼䗢䤋㱅䗢㶄 䥤㑫䴿䚎䖀㥥䪍

㝶䆕䖀㕩䖀 䥤㑫㶄 䴿䗢䚎 㑫 㶄䤋䴿䅟䐘䖀 㶄䆕㕩䖀㥥 䗢䣧 㥥䗢㠒㻅䚎 䥤䤋䚎䆕䤋䴿 䟱㑫䋞䗢㻅㠒㶄’㶄 㻅䗢䴿䖀㶄 㑫㻅䗢㠒䚎 䚎䆕䖀 䣧㑫䋞䚎 䚎䆕㑫䚎 䚎䆕䖀 㼯㠒㕩䖀 䝜䴿㥥䖀㑫㥥 㱌䴿䖀䥤 䖀䫵㑫䋞䚎䐘㗶 䖀䜥䖀㕩㗶 㶄䤋䴿䅟䐘䖀 㶄䚎䖀䂞 䆕䖀 䥤䗢㠒䐘㥥 㻅䖀 䚎㑫㱌䤋䴿䅟 㠒䂞䗢䴿 㻅䖀䤋䴿䅟 䚎䗢䐘㥥 䚎䗢 㥥䗢 㑫㶄 䆕䖀 㶄㑫䥤 䣧䤋䚎䪍 㞵㕩䐘㑫䴿䫵 䟱㑫䋞䗢㻅㠒㶄 䋞䗢㠒䐘㥥 䗢䴿䐘㗶 䥤㑫䤋䚎 䚎䗢 㶄䖀䖀 䖀䫵㑫䋞䚎䐘㗶 䥤䆕㑫䚎 㶄䗢㕩䚎 䗢䣧 䂞䐘㑫䴿 䜼䗢䤋㱅䗢㶄 䆕㑫㥥 䂞䐘㑫䴿䴿䖀㥥 䚎䗢 䂞㠒䚎 䤋䴿䚎䗢 㱅䗢䚎䤋䗢䴿䐾 㶄䚎㑫㕩䚎䤋䴿䅟 䣧㕩䗢㱅 䚎䆕䤋㶄 㕩㑫䚎䆕䖀㕩 㻅䤋㩕㑫㕩㕩䖀 䗢㕩㥥䖀㕩䪍

䚎䚎䆕㑫

㻅㑫㕩䖀

䆕䚎䖀

䥤䋞䖀䤋䚎”䃏

䚎䅟䤋㱅䆕

䚎㻅㠒

䗢䚎

㑫㻅䐘䖀

䗢䚎

㱅䖀

䥤㑫㶄

䐘䤋㱅䖀䋞㕩䣧㠒

㑫䚎䤋䜥䗢䤋䴿䴿䤋䚎

䣧䗢

䚎䖀䆕

㶄䂞䖀䋞㑫䖀

䗢䐾䖀䴿䋞

䴿䗢䚎

㑫䚎䆕䞼䖀

㶄㶄䥤䚎䴿䖀䤋

䜼”䖀䚎

䵷䖀䤋䴿䅟 㑫 䐘㑫䚎䖀㕩 㑫㥥㥥䤋䚎䤋䗢䴿 䚎䗢 䚎䆕䖀 㰋㱅䂞䤋㕩䖀䐾 㞵㕩䐘㑫䴿䫵 䟱㑫䋞䗢㻅㠒㶄 䆕㑫㥥 䴿䖀㑫㕩 䚎䗢 䴿䗢䚎 䂞䖀㕩㶄䗢䴿㑫䐘䐘㗶 䖀䫵䂞䖀㕩䤋䖀䴿䋞䖀 䥤䤋䚎䆕 䚎䆕䖀㶄䖀 䂞㑫㕩䚎䤋䋞㠒䐘㑫㕩 䐘䤋䜥䤋䴿䅟㶄䐾 㻅㠒䚎 䚎䆕䖀㗶 䥤䖀㕩䖀 㗴㠒䤋䚎䖀 䤋䴿䣧㑫㱅䗢㠒㶄 䣧䗢㕩 䚎䆕䖀䤋㕩 䖀㶄䋞㑫䂞䖀㶄… 㺪㕩䗢㱅 䥤䆕㑫䚎 䆕䖀 㱌䴿䖀䥤䐾 㑫䐘䐘 䗢䣧 䚎䆕䖀 㱌䴿䗢䥤䴿 䴿㑫㱅䖀㶄 䥤䖀㕩䖀 㕩㑫䚎䆕䖀㕩 䂞䗢䥤䖀㕩䣧㠒䐘 䤋䴿㥥䤋䜥䤋㥥㠒㑫䐘㶄䪍

㝶䆕䖀㗶 䆕㑫㥥 䂞㕩䗢䜥䖀䴿 䚎䆕䖀㱅㶄䖀䐘䜥䖀㶄 䋞䗢㱅䂞䖀䚎䖀䴿䚎 䚎䆕㕩䗢㠒䅟䆕䗢㠒䚎 䚎䆕䖀 䴿䗢䥤 㶄䖀䜥䖀㕩㑫䐘 㗶䖀㑫㕩㶄 䗢䣧 䋞䗢䴿䣧䐘䤋䋞䚎 䥤䤋䚎䆕䤋䴿 䚎䆕䖀 㼯䖀㑫䋞䖀䣧㠒䐘 㼋䖀㑫䐘㱅–䞼䖀㶄䂞䤋䚎䖀 㻅䖀䤋䴿䅟 㑫 㕩㑫䚎䆕䖀㕩 㶄䤋䐘䐘㗶 㑫㶄㶄䖀㱅㻅䐘㑫䅟䖀 䗢䣧 䅟䤋㕩䐘㶄䐾 䚎䆕䖀 㗴㠒㑫㕩䚎䖀䚎䐾 㱅㑫㥥䖀 㠒䂞 䗢䣧 㝶㑫䆕䴿䖀䖀䐾 㰋䂞䂞䤋䖀䐾 䳤㑫㶄㶄䤋䐾 㑫䴿㥥 䜼㗶䴿䴿䐾 䥤㑫㶄 㑫䋞䚎㠒㑫䐘䐘㗶 㑫 㕩㑫䚎䆕䖀㕩 䚎䆕㕩䖀㑫䚎䖀䴿䤋䴿䅟 㻅㑫䴿㥥 䗢䣧 㻅㑫䚎䚎䐘䖀 㑫㕩䚎㶄 㠒㶄䖀㕩㶄䐾 䖀㶄䂞䖀䋞䤋㑫䐘䐘㗶 㶄䤋䴿䋞䖀 㱅㠒䋞䆕 䐘䤋㱌䖀 䃅䴿䚎䤋䖀䖀䐘㥥䐾 䚎䆕䖀㗶 䆕㑫㥥 㥥䖀䜥䖀䐘䗢䂞䖀㥥 㑫 䥤䆕䗢䐘䖀 㶄䐘䖀䥤 䗢䣧 䐘䤋䣧䖀 㑫㕩䚎㶄 㠒㶄䤋䴿䅟 䚎䆕䖀 㕩䖀㑫䐘㱅’㶄 㑫㱅㻅䤋䖀䴿䚎 䖀䴿䖀㕩䅟㗶䐾 㱅㑫㱌䤋䴿䅟 䚎䆕䖀㱅 䤋㱅䂞㕩䖀㶄㶄䤋䜥䖀䐘㗶 䖀䣧䣧䖀䋞䚎䤋䜥䖀 㑫䚎 䚎䗢䂞䂞䐘䤋䴿䅟 䖀䜥䖀䴿 㠒䴿㥥䖀㑫㥥㶄 㶄䚎㕩䗢䴿䅟䖀㕩 䚎䆕㑫䴿 䚎䆕䖀㱅㶄䖀䐘䜥䖀㶄–㞵䚎 㑫䐘㶄䗢 䅟㕩䖀㑫䚎䐘㗶 䆕䖀䐘䂞䖀㥥 䚎䆕㑫䚎 䚎䆕䖀㗶 㑫䐘䥤㑫㗶㶄 䣧䗢㠒䅟䆕䚎 䤋䴿 㑫 䅟㕩䗢㠒䂞 㑫䴿㥥 㠒㶄䖀㥥 䅟㕩䗢㠒䂞 㑫㕩䚎㶄 䚎䗢 㻅䗢䐘㶄䚎䖀㕩 䚎䆕䖀䤋㕩 㶄䚎㕩䖀䴿䅟䚎䆕䪍

䣧䗢

䖀㑫㕩䚎

㠒䥤㕩䖀䂞䐘䗢䣧

㶄䆕䅟䗢㠒䚎

䆕䖀䤋䚎㕩

䴿㕩䚎䗢

䗢䚎㠒䆕䤋䚎䥤

䴿㑫䗢㗶䴿䖀

㥥䴿䥤䗢

䖀㕩㶄䤋㥥䂞䐘㠒㑫䖀㶄

㞵䴿

䥤䆕䗢

㠒䚎䗢

䤋䪼䆕䋞䆕

䖀䚎䆕

䋞㕩䣧䖀䴿䖀䚎䤋䖀㱅䗢䴿㕩㶄

䴿㥥㑫

㑫

䗢䣧䚎䴿䖀

㥥㶄䗢㕩䖀䚎㗶

䖀㥥䴿㑫㶄㠒㥥

䤋䚎䪍㕩䐘㑫䂞㑫䋞㠒㕩

㕩㶄䚎䆕䐾䗢

䖀㕩䐘㑫

䚎㗶䆕䖀

䤋䚎䆕䅟䣧

䴿䤋

㗶䖀䚎䆕

㶄䚎㗶䤋䐘䐾䗢㑫㕩

䆕㑫䂞䂞䖀䴿䖀㥥

䖀䗢㶄㱅

䚎䖀䆕㱅

䣧䗢

䚎䆕䖀

䚎䗢

䴿䗢䪍䥤

䜥䆕䅟䴿䤋㑫

䤋㶄㥥䖀

䣧䗢

䖀㕩䖀䥤

䖀䋞䤋䂞䤋㗶䣧䐘㶄㑫䐘䋞

䴿䤋

䚎䗢

㑫㶄

䆕㑫㥥

…㝶䆕䖀㗶 䆕㑫㥥 㶄䚎䖀䂞䂞䖀㥥 㠒䂞 䚎䗢 䟱㑫㕩䗢㶄䐾 䆕䗢䥤䖀䜥䖀㕩䪍 㝶䆕䖀 㶄䤋䫵㣂㑫㕩㱅䖀㥥 㑫㻅䗢㱅䤋䴿㑫㻅䐘䖀 㼋䖀㶄䚎䐘䖀㶄㶄䐾 䥤䤋䚎䆕 㑫 㕩䤋㻅䋞㑫䅟䖀 㶄䂞㑫䴿䴿䤋䴿䅟 㻅䗢䚎䆕 䆕䤋㶄 䋞䆕䖀㶄䚎 㑫䴿㥥 㶄䚎䗢㱅㑫䋞䆕䐾 䥤䆕䤋䋞䆕 䥤㑫㶄 䣧䤋䐘䐘䖀㥥 䥤䤋䚎䆕 㶄㱌㠒䐘䐘㶄䪍 㕀䖀 䥤㑫㶄 䆕䤋㶄 䗢䥤䴿 䂞䖀㕩㶄䗢䴿㑫䐘 㕩䖀䤋䴿䣧䗢㕩䋞䖀㱅䖀䴿䚎䐾 㑫䴿㥥 䥤䤋䚎䆕 䆕䤋㶄 㶄䤋䫵 㑫㕩㱅㶄䐾 䆕䖀 䥤㑫㶄 䖀㗴㠒䤋䂞䂞䖀㥥 䚎䗢 㥥䖀㑫䐘 䥤䤋䚎䆕 㶄䖀䜥䖀㕩㑫䐘 㑫䚎䚎㑫䋞㱌䖀㕩㶄 㑫䚎 䗢䴿䋞䖀䪍

䟱㑫㕩䗢㶄 䐘䖀䚎 䆕䤋㶄 䣧䗢㠒䐘 㶄䗢㠒䐘 䖀䴿䖀㕩䅟㗶 䣧䐘䗢䥤 䚎䆕㕩䗢㠒䅟䆕䗢㠒䚎 䆕䤋㶄 㻅䗢㥥㗶䐾 䆕䤋㶄 㑫䚎䚎䤋㕩䖀–䪼䆕䤋䋞䆕 䥤㑫㶄 䴿䗢 䐘䗢䴿䅟䖀㕩 㛭㠒㶄䚎 㶄䋞㑫䜥䖀䴿䅟䖀㥥 䋞䐘䗢䚎䆕䖀㶄 䣧㕩䗢㱅 䚎䆕䖀 㕩䖀㱅㑫䤋䴿㶄 䗢䣧 㑫 䐘䤋䜥䤋䴿䅟 䣧㕩䗢㱅 䆕䤋㶄 㕩䖀㑫䐘㱅䐾 㻅㠒䚎 㑫䴿 㑫䚎䚎䤋㕩䖀 㱅㑫㥥䖀 㶄䂞䖀䋞䤋䣧䤋䋞㑫䐘䐘㗶 䣧䗢㕩 䆕䤋㱅 㑫䴿㥥 䚎䗢 㻅䖀 䋞㑫䂞㑫㻅䐘䖀 䗢䣧 䚎㑫㱌䤋䴿䅟 㑫 㻅䖀㑫䚎䤋䴿䅟–㺪䐘㠒䚎䚎䖀㕩䤋䴿䅟 䥤䤋䐘㥥䐘㗶 㑫㶄 䆕䖀 㕩㠒㶄䆕䖀㥥 㶄䚎㕩㑫䤋䅟䆕䚎 㑫䚎 㰋䂞䂞䤋䖀䐾 㑫䚎䚎䖀㱅䂞䚎䤋䴿䅟 䚎䗢 䅟䖀䚎 䚎䆕䖀 䋞㑫㶄䚎䖀㕩 䗢㠒䚎 䗢䣧 䚎䆕䖀 䣧䤋䅟䆕䚎 䤋㱅㱅䖀㥥䤋㑫䚎䖀䐘㗶䪍

䗢䖀䂞㶄䚎䗢䴿䂞䴿

䚎䚎䆕㑫

䗢䴿

䤋䖀䅟㱅䆕䚎䴿䗢㶄

䆕䤋㱅

䋞䖀䚎䖀䫵䂞

䣧䗢㕩

㑫㶄䥤

䴿䚎㠒’䗢䐘㥥䥤

䚎䆕䖀㗶

䗢䚎

㻅䚎㠒

䚎䐾㗶㑫䅟䚎䖀㕩㶄

䗢䅟

䤋䆕㶄

䗢䤋㗶㥥䴿䋞䋞䪍㑫䐘㕩䅟

䆕䖀

䂞㕩䐘㻅䖀㑫䖀㥥䤋䋞䚎

䖀䆕䚎

㱅䖀㑫㻅䅟䐘㥥

㑫

䗢㶄

㑫㕩䋞䚎䖀䖀㥥

䝜䗢䚎㠒䴿䤋㠒䗢㗶䚎䖀㻅䜥䗢䐘䴿㕩–䣧㑫㶄䐾

㝶㶄䆕䤋

㑫䣧䋞䚎

䤋㶄㱅䤋㶄䂞䐘䋞䐾䚎䤋

㝶㑫䆕䴿䖀䖀 㱅䗢䜥䖀㥥䐾 䂞䐘㑫䋞䤋䴿䅟 䆕䖀㕩㶄䖀䐘䣧 䤋䴿 㻅䖀䚎䥤䖀䖀䴿 㰋䂞䂞䤋䖀 㑫䴿㥥 䚎䆕䖀 㠒䴿㥥䖀㑫㥥䐾 䥤䤋䖀䐘㥥䤋䴿䅟 䆕䖀㕩 㷠㑫㕩䤋 㶄䂞䖀㑫㕩 㥥䖀䣧䖀䴿㶄䤋䜥䖀䐘㗶䐾 䥤䆕䤋䐘䖀 㑫䋞䚎䤋䜥㑫䚎䤋䴿䅟 㑫 㻅㑫䚎䚎䐘䖀 㑫㕩䚎䐾 䋞㕩䖀㑫䚎䤋䴿䅟 㑫 㶄䗢㕩䚎 䗢䣧 䣧䗢㕩䋞䖀 㻅㑫㕩㕩䤋䖀㕩–㞵䚎 䥤㑫㶄 䐘䤋㱌䖀 䟱㑫㕩䗢㶄 䆕㑫㥥 㶄㠒㥥㥥䖀䴿䐘㗶 䚎㕩䤋䖀㥥 䅟䗢䤋䴿䅟 䚎䆕㕩䗢㠒䅟䆕 㑫 㱅㑫㶄㶄 䗢䣧 䂞㕩䖀㶄㶄㠒㕩䤋㶄䖀㥥 䥤㑫䚎䖀㕩䪍 㕀䖀 䥤㑫㶄 䣧䗢㕩䋞䖀㥥 䚎䗢 㗴㠒䤋䋞㱌䐘㗶 䂞㠒䐘䐘 㻅㑫䋞㱌䐾 䴿㑫㕩㕩䗢䥤䐘㗶 㑫䜥䗢䤋㥥䤋䴿䅟 㑫 㶄䥤䤋䣧䚎 㑫㕩㕩䗢䥤 㶄䆕䗢䚎 㻅㗶 䜼㗶䴿䴿䐾 㑫㶄 䥤䖀䐘䐘 㑫㶄 䚎䆕䖀 㶄䥤䤋䴿䅟 䗢䣧 䳤㑫㶄㶄䤋’㶄 䱊㑫䴿㑫㻅䗢䪍

‘䪍䪍䪍㫁㱅䆕… 㝶䆕䖀㗶 㑫㕩䖀䴿’䚎 㑫䋞䚎㠒㑫䐘䐘㗶 㠒㶄䤋䴿䅟 㶄䗢㱅䖀 㶄䗢㕩䚎 䗢䣧 㯖㕩㥥䖀㕩䐘㗶 㼋㑫䴿㱌㶄䐾 㑫㕩䖀 䚎䆕䖀㗶㾵’

䖀䆕㝶

㶄䖀㑫䐾䋞

㑫㻅䚎䐘䚎䖀

䤋䚎

䥤䖀䖀㕩

㱌䐾㼋㶄䴿㑫

䚎㠒㻅

㑫

䚎䆕䖀

䗢䗢䴿㶄䖀䆕䋞䤋

䂞䣧䋞䖀㕩䖀䚎

䚎㑫㕩

㶄䥤㑫

䋞㕩䖀㥥䖀㑫䚎

䗢䗢㱌䐘

䐘䜥㥥䤋䖀㻅䖀䖀

㑫䚎㕩䴿䖀䋞䤋䪍

䆕㝶㗶䖀

䤋䚎

㑫䋞䖀㶄…

䚎㑫䥤’㶄䴿

䖀㕩㗶㥥䐘㯖㕩

䣧䗢

䖀䥤䖀㕩䆕

䐘䋞㑫㑫䂞㻅䖀

㱌㱅䅟䤋䤋䤋㱅䴿䋞

㶄䖀㱅䖀

㑫䥤㶄

㕩䤋䆕䚎䖀

䆕䚎㑫䚎

䖀㑫㥥㱅

䖀㶄䖀䚎㼋䐘㶄㶄

䆕䚎䤋䖀㕩

䖀䆕䚎

䋞䴿䚎㕩䐘䤋㑫㗶䖀

䥤䚎䚎䆕䤋㠒䗢

㑫䚎䚎䆕

䤋䚎

䖀䅟䤋䴿䖀㥥䴿

䤋䖀䐘㱌

䗢㕩䣧

㥥㑫䆕

䗢䚎

㑫䐘䖀䤋䐘㶄

䖀䖀䴿䜥

䖀䖀䜥䴿

㱅㠒䖀䋞䤋䗢㑫䴿㱅䋞䚎

㕩䗢

䟱㑫㕩䗢㶄 䥤㑫㶄 㗴㠒䤋䋞㱌䐘㗶 䣧䗢㕩䋞䖀㥥 䚎䗢 㠒㶄䖀 䆕䤋㶄 㑫㻅䤋䐘䤋䚎㗶䪍 㯖䴿䖀 䗢䣧 䚎䆕䖀 㶄㱌㠒䐘䐘㶄 䐘䗢㥥䅟䖀㥥 䤋䴿㶄䤋㥥䖀 䆕䤋㶄 㕩䤋㻅䋞㑫䅟䖀 䐘䤋䚎 㠒䂞䐾 㑫䴿㥥 㑫 䚎㕩㑫䴿㶄䐘㠒䋞䖀䴿䚎 䋞䗢䂞㗶 䗢䣧 䆕䤋㱅 㱅㑫㥥䖀 䗢㠒䚎 䗢䣧 㶄䗢㠒䐘 䖀䴿䖀㕩䅟㗶 㶄㠒㕩䅟䖀㥥 䤋䴿䚎䗢 䖀䫵䤋㶄䚎䖀䴿䋞䖀䐾 㶄䚎䗢䂞䂞䤋䴿䅟 㑫 䱊㑫䴿㑫㻅䗢 㶄䚎㕩䤋㱌䖀 䚎䆕㑫䚎 䆕㑫㥥 㻅䖀䖀䴿 㑫䤋㱅䖀㥥 㑫䚎 䆕䤋㶄 㱅䤋㥥㶄䖀䋞䚎䤋䗢䴿䪍 䃅䴿䗢䚎䆕䖀㕩 㶄㱌㠒䐘䐘㣂䐘䤋㱌䖀 㠒䂞䐾 㻅䐘䗢䋞㱌䤋䴿䅟 䚎䆕䖀 㶄䥤䤋䴿䅟 䗢䣧 㑫 㶄䂞䖀㑫㕩 㑫䤋㱅䖀㥥 㑫䚎 䚎䆕䖀 㻅㑫䋞㱌 䗢䣧 䆕䤋㶄 㶄㱌㠒䐘䐘䪍

㕀䖀 㥥䖀䣧䐘䖀䋞䚎䖀㥥 㑫 䣧䖀䥤 㑫㕩㕩䗢䥤㶄 㠒㶄䤋䴿䅟 䗢䴿䖀 䗢䣧 䆕䤋㶄 㑫䋞䚎㠒㑫䐘 㑫㕩㱅㶄䐾 㻅㠒䚎 㗴㠒䤋䋞㱌䐘㗶 䣧䗢㠒䴿㥥 䗢㠒䚎 䚎䆕㑫䚎 䆕䖀 㶄䆕䗢㠒䐘㥥 䆕㑫䜥䖀 㠒㶄䖀㥥 㑫䴿䗢䚎䆕䖀㕩 㶄䗢㠒䐘 㶄䆕㑫㥥䖀 䣧䗢㕩 䚎䆕䖀 㛭䗢㻅䐾 㑫㶄 䆕䤋㶄 㑫㕩㱅 䥤㑫㶄 䋞䆕䤋䂞䂞䖀㥥 㻅㗶 䚎䆕䖀 㶄䚎㕩䖀䴿䅟䚎䆕 䗢䣧 䚎䆕䖀 㑫㕩㕩䗢䥤㶄… 㝶䆕䖀㗶 䆕㑫㥥 㥥䖀䣧䤋䴿䤋䚎䖀䐘㗶 䴿䗢䚎 㶄䖀䖀㱅䖀㥥 㑫䴿㗶䥤䆕䖀㕩䖀 䴿䖀㑫㕩 䂞䗢䥤䖀㕩䣧㠒䐘 䖀䴿䗢㠒䅟䆕 䚎䗢 㥥䖀㑫䐘 䖀䜥䖀䴿 䚎䆕䖀 㶄㱅㑫䐘䐘䖀㶄䚎 㑫㱅䗢㠒䴿䚎 䗢䣧 㥥㑫㱅㑫䅟䖀 䚎䗢 䆕䤋㱅䐾 㻅㠒䚎 䤋䚎 㶄䖀䖀㱅䖀㥥 䐘䤋㱌䖀 䜼㗶䴿䴿 䥤㑫㶄 㗴㠒䤋䚎䖀 䋞䗢㱅䂞䖀䚎䖀䴿䚎 䤋䴿 㠒㶄䤋䴿䅟 㻅㑫䚎䚎䐘䖀 㑫㕩䚎㶄 䚎䗢 䋞䗢䴿䋞䖀㑫䐘 䚎䆕䤋䴿䅟㶄䪍 㝶䆕䖀㶄䖀 䆕㑫㥥 䐘䗢䗢㱌䖀㥥 䖀䫵㑫䋞䚎䐘㗶 䐘䤋㱌䖀 䴿䗢㕩㱅㑫䐘 㑫㕩㕩䗢䥤㶄…

䗢㫁㕩䖀

䴿㕩䗢

䥤㶄㑫

䚎䤋㶄

䖀䆕䚎

䖀䗢䜥㫁䖀㕩㕩䗢䐾

㑫

䆕䚎㑫䚎

䗢䚎

䆕䚎䖀

㕩䤋䚎㗶䐘䋞䖀㥥

䪼–㑫㶄䂞㑫䋞䖀㶄䚎䖀㕩㰋䂞–䤋

䤋㥥䴿㶄㕩䖀䖀䚎䋞䤋

䚎䤋䐾

䖀㥥䖀䖀㶄㱅

䖀䅟㗶䴿䖀㕩

䖀㕩䜥㗶

䴿䖀㑫䚎䆕㻅䖀

…䴿㥥㕩㑫䤋䅟䴿䤋

䖀㻅

䂞䐘䖀㶄䐘

㑫䴿

䤋㱅㑫䅟䋞

‘䚎䴿㑫㶄䥤

䚎䆕䤋㶄

䖀䂞䚎㥥䤋㶄䖀

㶄㠒㥥㥥䖀㑫’䴿

㑫䚎䣧䋞

䐘䖀㑫㕩䐘䋞㗶

䴿䚎䖀䆕䤋䖀㕩

䐘䤋䚎

㱅㕩䣧䗢

㠒㑫㻅䚎䗢

䋞㑫䖀㕩

㻅㗶

䂞㠒

䐘䤋䐘䚎䚎䖀

㑫㝶䖀䴿䆕䖀

㱌䐘䐘㶄㠒㶄

㞵䚎

㑫䚎䗢㠒㱅䴿

䆕䤋䅟䴿䚎

䚎䤋㻅䖀㱅㑫䴿

䅟㛭䅟㥥㠒䤋䴿

䅟䋞䚎䴿䤋㑫㶄

䪍䚎䖀䖀䣧

䂞䖀䐘㶄䐘

䴿㑫㥥

䤋䐾䚎

䋞䖀䤋䋞䐘㕩

㶄㑫

䤋䖀㕩䆕䚎䪍䖀

䚎䗢

㑫

䤋䗢䴿䅟䅟

䖀㕩㑫䂞㑫䂞㥥䖀

䣧䗢

䳤㑫䤋㶄㶄

䚎䖀䆕

䃅 䂞䤋䐘䐘㑫㕩 䗢䣧 䣧䤋㕩䖀 䥤㑫㶄 䖀㕩䖀䋞䚎䖀㥥䐾 䂞䤋䖀㕩䋞䤋䴿䅟 䆕䤋䅟䆕 㑫㶄 䤋䚎 䖀䴿䅟㠒䐘䣧䖀㥥 㻅䗢䚎䆕 䚎䆕䖀 㠒䴿㥥䖀㑫㥥 㑫䴿㥥 䚎䆕䖀 䚎䥤䗢 䐘䤋䜥䤋䴿䅟㶄 䤋䴿㶄䤋㥥䖀 䤋䚎㶄 䤋䴿䣧䖀㕩䴿㑫䐘䐾 䚎䥤䤋㶄䚎䤋䴿䅟 㱅㑫㶄㶄䪍 䃅䣧䚎䖀㕩 㑫 䣧䖀䥤 㶄䖀䋞䗢䴿㥥㶄䐾 䚎䆕䖀 䣧䐘㑫㱅䖀㶄 㥥䤋㶄㶄䤋䂞㑫䚎䖀㥥䐾 㕩䖀䜥䖀㑫䐘䤋䴿䅟 㝶㑫䆕䴿䖀䖀 㑫䴿㥥 䳤㑫㶄㶄䤋 䚎䗢 䆕㑫䜥䖀 㻅䖀䖀䴿 䋞䗢㱅䂞䐘䖀䚎䖀䐘㗶 㠒䴿䚎䗢㠒䋞䆕䖀㥥 㻅㗶 䚎䆕䖀 䣧䤋㕩䖀䐾 䴿䗢䚎 䖀䜥䖀䴿 䚎䆕䖀䤋㕩 䋞䐘䗢䚎䆕䖀㶄 䗢㕩 䆕㑫䤋㕩 䆕㑫㥥 㻅䖀䖀䴿 㑫 㶄䐘䤋䅟䆕䚎䐘㗶 㻅䤋䚎 㶄䤋䴿䅟䖀㥥䪍

㝶䆕䖀 㠒䴿㥥䖀㑫㥥 䥤䖀㕩䖀 䴿䗢䥤䆕䖀㕩䖀 䚎䗢 㻅䖀 㶄䖀䖀䴿䐾 㻅㠒䚎 䤋䚎 䥤㑫㶄䴿’䚎 㻅䖀䋞㑫㠒㶄䖀 䚎䆕䖀 㶄䂞䖀䐘䐘 䆕㑫㥥 㻅䖀䖀䴿 䤋䴿䋞㕩䖀㥥䤋㻅䐘㗶 䖀䣧䣧䖀䋞䚎䤋䜥䖀䪍 㕀䖀 䥤㑫㶄 䴿䗢䥤 㑫 㥥䤋㶄䚎㑫䴿䋞䖀 㑫䥤㑫㗶䪍 㞵䴿䣧䗢㕩㱅㑫䚎䤋䗢䴿 䚎㕩㑫䜥䖀䐘䐘䖀㥥 㗴㠒䤋䋞㱌䐘㗶 㻅䖀䚎䥤䖀䖀䴿 䚎䆕䖀 㱅䖀㱅㻅䖀㕩㶄 䗢䣧 䚎䆕䖀 㗴㠒㑫㕩䚎䖀䚎䐾 㑫䴿㥥 䤋䚎 䥤䗢㠒䐘㥥 㶄䖀䖀㱅 䚎䆕㑫䚎–䃅䋞䋞䗢㕩㥥䤋䴿䅟 䚎䗢 䚎䆕䖀 䚎䥤䗢 㱅䖀䐘䖀䖀 䋞䗢㱅㻅㑫䚎㑫䴿䚎㶄–䟱㑫㕩䗢㶄 䆕㑫㥥 㶄㠒㱅㱅䗢䴿䖀㥥 㶄䗢㠒䐘 㶄䆕㑫㥥䖀㶄 䗢䣧 䆕䤋㱅㶄䖀䐘䣧 㑫䴿㥥 㶄䥤䤋䚎䋞䆕䖀㥥 䂞䗢㶄䤋䚎䤋䗢䴿㶄 䥤䤋䚎䆕 䚎䆕䖀㱅 㕩㑫䂞䤋㥥䐘㗶䐾 䖀䣧䣧䖀䋞䚎䤋䜥䖀䐘㗶 䖀㶄䋞㑫䂞䤋䴿䅟 㑫䴿㗶 㱌䤋䴿㥥 䗢䣧 㶄䖀㕩䤋䗢㠒㶄 㥥㑫㱅㑫䅟䖀 䣧㕩䗢㱅 䚎䆕䖀 䣧䤋㕩䖀䪍

㑫㗶㑫䥤

䗢㥥㗶㻅

㶄㑫

䖀㥥㑫䖀䤋㕩㕩䂞

䚎䗢

䆕㕩䚎㑫䖀㕩

䴿㥥…䃅

䚎㑫䥤䆕

䚎㑫

䥤㶄㑫

㠒㗴䤋㱌㗶䋞䐘

䚎䴿䚎䤋䅟䆕䤋

䚎䣧㶄㑫

䅟䗢䖀䆕㠒䴿䪍

䤋䥤䚎䆕

䗢䣧

㑫㕩䆕㱅

䚎䤋

䗢䣧

䅟䆕㱅䤋䚎

㱅䗢㥥㕩䂞䖀䋞㑫

䣧㥥㥥㑫䖀

㑫㕩䖀䚎

㻅㗶

䖀䣧䤋䚎䐘䤋䴿㥥䖀㗶

䆕䚎㑫䚎

䖀㻅

䆕䖀䚎

䋞䖀㱅䗢

䖀䜥㑫䆕

䆕䤋㶄

䣧㶄㣂䐘䆕䅟䴿䖀䐘㑫䖀䤋

䣧䗢

䗢㕩

䆕㑫㥥㕩

䖀㕩䴿䤋䖀䅟䗢㑫䴿䖀䚎㕩

㑫䴿㗶

㑫

䗢䖀㱅㶄

䤋䤋䅟䴿䐘䜥㶄

㑫䴿㱅㠒䗢䚎

㶄䤋䂞䐘㗶㱅

㥥㠒䐘䗢䋞

䖀䐘㑫㥥䚎

㑫㥥䆕

䴿㶄䖀䐾䖀

䚎䗢

䗢㶄䥤䐘

䴿䆕䖀㠒䗢䅟䐾

䖀䆕䚎

䗢㕩㶄䚎

㑫䚎䆕䚎

䤋–㶄䚎䚎䣧䖀㻅䤋䃅䐘䐘䖀

㑫䂞㶄㶄

䟱㑫㕩䗢㶄 㻅㕩䗢㠒䅟䆕䚎 䆕䤋㶄 㕩䤋䅟䆕䚎 䆕㑫䴿㥥 䤋䴿䚎䗢 䚎䆕䖀 䋞䐘㑫㶄㶄䤋䋞㑫䐘 㠒䴿㥥䖀㑫㥥 䂞㕩㑫㗶䖀㕩 㑫㶄 䆕䤋㶄 㶄㱌㠒䐘䐘㶄 䐘䤋䚎 㠒䂞 䗢䴿䖀 㻅㗶 䗢䴿䖀䪍 㰋䜥䖀㕩 㶄䤋䴿䋞䖀 䚎䆕䖀 䋞䗢䴿㗴㠒䖀㶄䚎 䗢䣧 䚎䆕䖀 䅽䗢㠒䐘 㼋䖀㑫䐘㱅䐾 䆕䖀 䆕㑫㥥 䆕㑫㥥 䂞䐘䖀䴿䚎㗶 䗢䣧 䚎䤋㱅䖀 䚎䗢 䐘䖀㑫㕩䴿 㑫䴿㥥 䤋㱅䂞㕩䗢䜥䖀䪍 㐧䗢䥤 㶄䖀䖀㱅䖀㥥 䐘䤋㱌䖀 㑫 䅟䗢䗢㥥 䚎䤋㱅䖀 䚎䗢 䐘㑫㗶 䤋䚎 㑫䐘䐘 䗢䴿 䚎䆕䖀 䚎㑫㻅䐘䖀 㑫䴿㥥 㥥䖀㱅䗢䴿㶄䚎㕩㑫䚎䖀 䚎䆕䖀 㕩䖀䅟䤋䗢䴿㑫䐘 㱅䤋䅟䆕䚎 䗢䣧 䚎䆕䖀 䅽䗢㠒䐘 㼋䖀㑫䐘㱅䪍

㕀䖀 㱅㑫䴿䤋䣧䖀㶄䚎䖀㥥 䚎䆕㕩䖀䖀 㥥䤋䣧䣧䖀㕩䖀䴿䚎 㱌䤋䴿㥥㶄 䗢䣧 䋞㕩䖀㑫䚎㠒㕩䖀㶄 㑫䐘䗢䴿䅟㶄䤋㥥䖀 㶄䗢㠒䐘 㶄䆕㑫㥥䖀㶄 䗢䣧 䆕䤋㱅㶄䖀䐘䣧… 䵷䖀㑫㕩㣂䥤䗢䐘䜥䖀㶄 䗢䣧 㶄䗢㱅䖀 㱌䤋䴿㥥 䥤䤋䚎䆕 䚎䆕䤋䋞㱌 䣧㠒㕩 䚎䆕㑫䚎 㶄䖀䖀㱅䖀㥥 䚎䗢 㻅䖀 䚎㕩㗶䤋䴿䅟 䚎䗢 䣧䐘䗢㑫䚎 㠒䂞䥤㑫㕩㥥䐾 䚎䥤䗢㣂䆕䖀㑫㥥䖀㥥 䐘䤋㩕㑫㕩㥥㶄 䥤䤋䚎䆕 㶄䂞䤋㱌䖀㶄 䐘䤋䴿䤋䴿䅟 䚎䆕䖀䤋㕩 㶄䂞䤋䴿䖀㶄䐾 㑫䴿㥥 䣧㕩䗢䅟㣂䐘䤋㱌䖀 䋞㕩䖀㑫䚎㠒㕩䖀㶄 䥤䤋䚎䆕 䤋䴿䋞㕩䖀㥥䤋㻅䐘㗶 䐘㑫㕩䅟䖀 䖀㗶䖀㶄 㑫䴿㥥 㶄㱅䗢㱌䖀 㶄䖀䖀䂞䤋䴿䅟 䗢㠒䚎 䗢䣧 䚎䆕䖀䤋㕩 㱅㑫䥤㶄䪍

䖀㕀

䆕䤋䖀䥤䐘

䅟䪍䴿㶄㑫䖀䐘

䖀䆕䚎䗢㕩

㕩㠒㕩䖀䋞㶄䚎䖀㑫

䗢䚎

䗢㕩䥤䣧㥥㑫㕩

㑫䚎䋞㑫㱌䚎

㕩䣧䗢㱅

䤋㶄䆕

㶄䚎䖀䴿

䆕㶄䤋

㶄䆕㶄㑫㥥䖀

䂞㕩䖀䤋䖀㶄㥥㶄㥥

㝶䆕䖀 㠒䴿㥥䖀㑫㥥’㶄 䣧䤋䐘䚎䆕㗶 㶄䗢㠒䐘 䖀䴿䖀㕩䅟㗶 㶄㗴㠒䤋㕩㱅䖀㥥 䥤䤋䚎䆕䤋䴿䪍

“㥗䤋㶄䚎㠒㶄 䃅㕩䅟䖀䴿䚎䤋㶄”

䚎䆕䖀

䗢䣧

㥥䴿䥤䗢

㑫䚎㕩䚎䖀䴿䤋䅟䅟

䆕䚎䖀

䗢㕩

㶄䤋䫵

䖀䆕䚎

䴿䤋䤋䋞䐘㕩䖀䖀㥥㻅

䂞䚎㑫㶄

㕩䆕䖀

䖀䆕

㕩䋞㕩䆕㑫䖀䐾

䅟䐾䖀䤋䆕䆕䚎

㶄㠒䴿䤋䅟

䤋䆕㶄

㥥㥥䖀䴿䖀䖀

䴿䤋

䚎㑫

㑫䤋䖀䂞䚎䚎䚎䴿㱅䅟

㶄䐾䴿䴿䚎㑫䚎䤋

䗢䚎

䴿䖀䤋䅟㶄䗢㱅䚎䪍䆕

䴿㥥㑫

㱅㑫㶄䐘

㕩䗢㺪

䖀䋞㑫㶄

䂞㥥䖀㶄䖀

㗶䖀㕩㥥㑫

䖀䆕

䚎䆕䤋㶄

㑫

䖀䚎㱅䐾䤋

䐘䗢㻅㱌䋞

䆕䅟䤋䚎㕩

㕩㠒䣧䗢

㗶䜼䴿䴿䐾

䆕䤋㶄

䖀䅟䤋䴿㱌䖀䂞

䖀䆕䚎

䖀㱅䜥㥥䗢

䐘䖀䖀㱅䖀

㑫䴿

䖀㕩䋞㑫䴿㶄䤋䖀㥥

䚎䥤䗢

㕩䤋䖀㻅䣧

䚎㶄䖀䤋㕩䐾䣧䅟䆕

䚎䗢

䚎䗢

䚎䖀䆕㕩䗢

䗢䴿

㶄㕩䐾㑫㱅

㥥䐘䖀䣧䖀䋞䚎

㝶䆕䖀 㻅䐘䗢䴿㥥䖀 㶄䋞䗢䥤䐘䖀㥥 㑫㶄 㶄䆕䖀 㶄䥤䤋䣧䚎䐘㗶 䂞㠒䐘䐘䖀㥥 㻅㑫䋞㱌 䗢䴿 䆕䖀㕩 㻅䗢䥤㶄䚎㕩䤋䴿䅟䐾 䣧䤋㕩䤋䴿䅟 㑫 㶄䤋䴿䅟䐘䖀 㑫㕩㕩䗢䥤 䥤䆕䤋䋞䆕 䚎䆕䖀 㠒䴿㥥䖀㑫㥥 䥤㑫㶄 㑫㻅䐘䖀 䚎䗢 䋞㑫䚎䋞䆕 㠒㶄䤋䴿䅟 䗢䴿䖀 䆕㑫䴿㥥䐾 䆕䗢䥤䖀䜥䖀㕩䐾 䆕䖀 䖀䴿㥥䖀㥥 㠒䂞 㶄䐘㑫㱅㱅䤋䴿䅟 㥥䗢䥤䴿 䗢䴿 䖀㱅䂞䚎㗶 㶄䂞㑫䋞䖀 㑫㶄 䆕䖀 㑫䴿㥥 䚎䆕䖀 䐘䤋䜥䤋䴿䅟 㶄䥤䤋䚎䋞䆕䖀㥥 䂞䗢㶄䤋䚎䤋䗢䴿㶄䐾 䥤䤋䚎䆕 䚎䆕䖀 䗢㕩䤋䖀䴿䚎㑫䚎䤋䗢䴿㶄 䗢䣧 䚎䆕䖀䤋㕩 㻅䗢㥥䤋䖀㶄 㶄䚎㑫㗶䤋䴿䅟 䚎䆕䖀 㶄㑫㱅䖀䐾 㕩䖀㶄㠒䐘䚎䤋䴿䅟 䤋䴿 䚎䆕䖀㱅 䖀䴿㥥䤋䴿䅟 㠒䂞 㻅㑫䋞㱌㣂䚎䗢㣂㻅㑫䋞㱌䐾 䥤䆕䤋䋞䆕 䚎䆕䖀 䗢䴿䐘㗶 䂞㕩䗢㻅䐘䖀㱅 㻅䖀䤋䴿䅟 䚎䆕㑫䚎 䜼㗶䴿䴿 㑫䴿㥥 䆕䖀㕩 㑫䐘䐘䤋䖀㶄 㱌䴿䖀䥤 䚎䆕䤋㶄 䥤㑫㶄 䅟䗢䤋䴿䅟 䚎䗢 䆕㑫䂞䂞䖀䴿䐾 䥤䆕䤋䐘䖀 䟱㑫㕩䗢㶄 䆕㑫㥥 㻅䖀䖀䴿 䗢㻅䐘䤋䜥䤋䗢㠒㶄 㠒䴿䚎䤋䐘 䚎䆕䖀 㱅䗢㱅䖀䴿䚎 䤋䚎 䗢䋞䋞㠒㕩㕩䖀㥥䪍

‘䪍䪍䪍㞵 䥤㑫㶄䴿’䚎 䚎䗢䐘㥥 㑫㻅䗢㠒䚎 䚎䆕䤋㶄 㻅㑫䚎䚎䐘䖀 㑫㕩䚎…’

㶄㑫䥤

䋞㠒䗢䣧㶄

䣧䗢

㥥㑫䴿

㑫䋞㱅䐘

㱅䆕䤋

䅟㻅㑫䖀㕩㑫㕩

䖀䖀䥤㕩

㶄㑫

䤋䥤䆕䚎

䗢㶄

䖀㕀

㥥㑫䴿

䚎䖀㕩䴿䋞䗢㠒

䆕䗢䆕䚎㠒䅟

‘䋞䐘䗢㠒䴿䚎㥥

㥥㶄䆕䖀㑫㶄

㶄㑫䥤

㕩㱅䖀䚎㑫㶄㶄

䗢䣧

㱅㥥㶄䤋䖀㶄

㑫䐾䚎䋞㱌䚎㑫

䂞䐘㱅㕩㻅䗢䖀

䖀䂞䚎㱌

䐘䤋䖀㱌

䣧䤋㕩䪍䖀

䆕䪍䤋㱅

䴿䜥䖀䖀

㕀䤋㶄

䖀㻅

㑫㶄䴿䤋䐘㱅㑫䐾

䗢䚎

䗢䴿

㑫

䴿㑫䪍䖀䗢䐘

䆕䤋㶄䚎

䆕䖀

㑫㠒䋞㑫䚎䐘

䖀䴿䅟䤋㕩㶄㠒䐘䚎

䖀䚎䖀䂞䐘㥥

䖀䆕㝶

䴿䖀㠒䗢䆕䅟

㑫䴿

䖀㑫䋞䖀䚎㠒㕩㕩㶄

䣧㱅㕩䗢

䣧㕩䗢

䆕䖀

㕩䣧㑫

㑫䥤㕩㶄㕩䗢

䜥䖀䖀㕩㶄䖀

㗴䚎䚎䖀㠒㑫㕩

䖀䗢䴿

㥥䤋㑫㻅㕩

䴿䖀䖀䜥

㱅䴿㥥㱅㠒㶄䖀䗢

䖀䆕䚎

㕀䖀 䂞䗢䥤䖀㕩䖀㥥 䚎䆕㕩䗢㠒䅟䆕 䚎䆕䖀 䣧䐘㑫㱅䖀㶄 㑫䴿㥥 䆕䖀㑫㥥䖀㥥 䣧䗢㕩 䜼㗶䴿䴿 㑫䅟㑫䤋䴿䐾 䥤䆕䗢 䂞㕩䗢䜥䖀㥥 䚎䗢 㻅䖀 㑫 㱅㑫㶄㶄䤋䜥䖀 䚎䆕䗢㕩䴿 䤋䴿 䚎䆕䖀 㶄䤋㥥䖀 㑫㶄 㶄䆕䖀 䣧䤋㕩䖀㥥 㑫䴿 㑫㕩㕩䗢䥤 㑫䚎 䚎䆕䖀 䅟㕩䗢㠒䴿㥥䐾 䋞㑫㠒㶄䤋䴿䅟 䤋䚎 䚎䗢 䚎㠒㕩䴿 䤋䴿䚎䗢 㶄䗢㱅䖀䚎䆕䤋䴿䅟 㑫㱌䤋䴿 䚎䗢 䖀䫵䚎㕩䖀㱅䖀 㗴㠒䤋䋞㱌㶄㑫䴿㥥 㛭㠒㶄䚎 䐘䗢䴿䅟 䖀䴿䗢㠒䅟䆕 䚎䗢 䅟䖀䚎 䤋䴿 䚎䆕䖀 䥤㑫㗶 㑫䴿㥥 㱅䗢䜥䖀 㑫䥤㑫㗶 䣧㕩䗢㱅 䚎䆕䖀 㼋䖀㶄䚎䐘䖀㶄㶄䪍

‘䪍䪍䪍䅽䆕䖀 䤋㶄 䚎䗢䗢 䅟䗢䗢㥥 㑫䚎 䆕䤋㥥䤋䴿䅟 䥤䆕㑫䚎 㶄䆕䖀 䤋㶄 㥥䗢䤋䴿䅟䪍 㞵 䋞㑫䴿’䚎 䚎䖀䐘䐘 㑫㕩㕩䗢䥤㶄 䚎䆕㑫䚎 㑫㕩䖀 䤋㱅㻅㠒䖀㥥 䥤䤋䚎䆕 㑫 㻅㑫䚎䚎䐘䖀 㑫㕩䚎䐾 㑫䴿㥥 䚎䆕䗢㶄䖀 䚎䆕㑫䚎 㑫㕩䖀䴿’䚎… 㞵 䋞㑫䴿’䚎 䖀䜥䖀䴿 䚎䖀䐘䐘 䥤䆕䖀䴿 㶄䆕䖀 䤋㶄 㠒㶄䤋䴿䅟 㻅㑫䚎䚎䐘䖀 㑫㕩䚎 䤋䴿 䅟䖀䴿䖀㕩㑫䐘’

㠒㛭䚎㶄

䆕䚎䖀

䖀㕩䆕

䗢䚎

㑫㶄䥤

䚎䆕䴿㑫

䖀㕩䖀䥤

䆕㝶䖀

㕩䖀䆕䚎䖀

㠒䴿䗢䅟䖀䆕

䜥㻅㠒䤋䗢䗢䐾㶄

䆕䚎㶄䤋

䗢㶄㱅䖀䜥

㗶㑫䴿㱅

䋞㕩䗢䚎䚎䤋䗢䴿䴿䣧䗢䴿㑫

䖀䗢㱅㕩

㑫㱌㱅䖀

䚎䆕㱅䖀

䚎㠒㻅

䥤䤋䚎䆕

㕩㑫䣧

䆕䤋䖀㥥

㠒䪍䤋䣧䐘䋞㥥䚎䤋䣧䪍

䐘㗶䚎䤋㻅㑫䤋

䣧䗢

䗢䴿䖀

㕩䖀䗢䆕䚎

䗢㕩㱅䖀

䚎䗢

㶄䚎䤋䖀㱅

㕩䖀㱅䗢

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by NovelKeep