Capítulo 1442: Chapter 331: Triumph (Part 2)

Fortunately, he wasn’t the only one working on the spaceship repairs. Ziwei claimed she couldn’t repair the spaceship, but that was in comparison to professional repair crews.

After all, she had served in the Unified Department Navy, so she had some understanding of basic mechanical principles.

With the repair plans in the database, entrusting the more difficult steps to her shouldn’t be a problem.

The repair plan was already on the schedule, but it hadn’t started immediately because Zhang Xiaoman still needed to handle some other matters first.

…

Erin Continent, Human Kingdom, Tarata Royal City.

The return of the Unshacklers brought hope to the kingdom’s high ranks. After learning of their triumphant victory, Romel personally left the Imperial Palace to welcome them.

The streets were decorated with lights, a ten-mile red carpet, and the fragrance of flowers spreading for a hundred miles, while all the residents cheered for the return of the heroes.

Although they didn’t know the truth of the matter, the Royal City revealed that the Unshacklers went on a great mission, eliminated the Beast Race’s leader and army, achieving an unprecedented victory for humans and the Alliance.

Thus, the crowd cheered as well.

The tail end of the Divine Presence Festival was captured by the people, and the joyous atmosphere on the streets was somewhat influenced by this festival.

However, what these people didn’t know was that the gods they worshipped during the Divine Presence Festival were actually the masterminds behind everything, secretly absorbing this world’s nutrients.

And they themselves were nothing more than a herd of sheep being reared.

If it weren’t for the efforts of the Unshacklers, if it weren’t for McCarthy’s sacrifice, these people would probably be experiencing the most despairing times right now.

Their history, their faith, their world were all fake, all fabricated illusions.

It was all just a deception.

But sometimes, being kept in the dark is also a kind of luck.

At least in the eyes of these people, life still goes on as it always has.

No conspiracy, no sorrow, no death, and certainly no devastating truth.

What casts a shadow over the joyous atmosphere is the fall of the Human Kingdom’s Holy Demon Master, McCarthy Larentra.

The Guardian of the Human Kingdom, the Legendary Mage who protected Adren for nearly three centuries, bowed out silently. His death wasn’t even described in detail, and no body was left behind.

People might forget him in time. Perhaps bards will continue to sing about McCarthy’s stories, spreading them across the world with the wind.

Unfortunately, the immortality of heroes is ultimately just a legend. The harsh reality is the main theme of this world.

Upon hearing this news, Fox locked himself in a secret chamber for a full seven days. When he emerged, energy surged through the world, and an icy pupil opened above the Royal City; he had broken through to the Ninth Rank.

In the Human Clan, a new Holy Demon Master was born.

And that icy blue pupil only lasted for a moment, unnoticed even by someone at the Holy Rank like Regina; only the exceptionally perceptive Zhang Xiaoman and Ziwei noticed.

The two exchanged a glance, realizing the Frost Goddess was once again paying attention here.

They didn’t know why a deity would focus on this planet, but since Fox broke through to the Ninth Rank, they had their own suspicions.

Perhaps Fox, in some way, inherited McCarthy’s faith, connected with the Ninth Rank deity, and became a new follower.

“I can feel it. The teacher’s soul hasn’t been annihilated. Although his body no longer exists, his soul has returned to the embrace of the goddess, becoming her servant…”

“And I have inherited the teacher’s will, becoming a follower of the Frost Goddess. I am willing to follow the teacher’s path and guard this continent with my life…”

Fox openly declared his faith and revealed his new identity as McCarthy Larentra’s last disciple, the new Guardian of the Human Kingdom.

Zhang Xiaoman was very pleased with this.

As for how Fox connected with the Frost Goddess and became her follower, Zhang Xiaoman wasn’t particularly concerned about it.

Because Zhang Xiaoman felt his development didn’t require reliance on these deities; he wanted to grow the Star Alliance with his own strength.

Conversely, getting involved with these deities and exposing oneself to their field of view wasn’t something Zhang Xiaoman was foolish enough to do.

He had too many secrets, and there’s no way he would allow a deity of unknown elements, who could take his life at will, to observe him.

As for allies, he felt that having Ni Yang was enough.

Although Ni Yang had a penchant for showing off and bragging, and had a strong sense of pride, its strength was undeniably powerful.

Just from its ability to imprison the Old God Orestox with one move and suppress Alfarld in its Divine Soul state, its power could be seen.

Moreover, having spent so much time with Ni Yang, Zhang Xiaoman had developed a certain understanding of each other.

Compared to those mysterious and incalculable external gods, their little dragon who loved bragging was much cuter.

“It’s a pity that Ni Yang still hasn’t awakened. It seems last time’s action consumed it greatly…”

Zhang Xiaoman looked helplessly at the green little dragon still asleep within the Sect Leader Jade, feeling deeply guilty.

However, he currently had no better solutions.

To wake it, he needed to nurture it with its original form.

But now, trapped in the Second Universe, he couldn’t reach the Divine Ancient Star; naturally, he couldn’t use the Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures he had to help it recover.

“Don’t worry, Ni Yang, I’ve found a way to the gathering area of the Dark Spirits. I believe once I get there, I’ll be able to find traces of the Dimension Rift and return soon…”

Zhang Xiaoman looked up at the sky, his gaze seemingly piercing through the layers of rock and endless abyss, seeing the distant place in the Dark Spirit Star Domain.

…

“Ji Xing, I want you to help me resurrect Acatus. He shouldn’t have fallen like this…”

One morning, Regina came to Zhang Xiaoman, expressing her intentions.

Zhang Xiaoman knew that she had been pondering this issue for days.

Concerning the death of Great Druid Acatus, it was a loss to the entire Elf Clan, marking the darkest days for them recently.

What Zhang Xiaoman couldn’t comprehend was why these elves hesitated so long about resurrecting Acatus.

If it were on Water Blue Star, there wouldn’t be much hesitation; most people wouldn’t agonize and would directly choose to resurrect their deceased loved ones, even if they returned as the Undead.

But people in this world were different, especially these elves.

To them, resurrecting the dead as the Undead was a desecration, a disrespect to the deceased, even if the dead themselves might not wish to continue existing in such a manner.

Though Zhang Xiaoman couldn’t understand how they derived that the deceased themselves wouldn’t want it.

Ultimately, it’s their custom and choice, and he didn’t want to interfere.

However, today, the Elf Queen seemed to have come to terms, coming forward to request the resurrection of her uncle as the Undead.

“As you wish, but resurrecting High-level Undead is different from low-level Undying beings; some preparations are needed…”

“Coincidentally, I’m planning a trip to the Abyss. It’s a very suitable place for summoning High-level Undead, and if you have the time, you can come with me.”

㬳䆬㻌

盧

䖌㬕㢖

㢖䔔㢖㻌

䆬㢖㻌㡟䖌㬳

䰣㺽㳃㳃䔔

㢖㬳㳃䎅

路

老

㪤㬳㦞㻌䏦䏦

㢖㬳㢖㒻㥅䆬

魯

㥅㻌㬕䭈㬳

䘜䔔䀌㒻㢖㢖㬳㺃䆬㻌㬕

㪤䖌㬕㳃

㬳㬕䆬

㬕䀄㢖䏦

爐

盧

䞟䥴㬳㪤㻌㬳䘜

魯

㻌䱲䀄䘜

爐

䘜䖌

䘜䖌

擄

㥅䘜

㰔㻌䢀䏦㬳

䖌䘜

蘆

㴺㢖㻌䆬㬳䆬

㬕䖌㢖

㦞䘜㡟㢖䎅㢖㒻䢀 㗐㒻㢖㬳䖌 䲗㒻䱲㪤䆬 㺽㡗㬳䖌䱲㳃 㬕㬳䆬 䔔㢖㢖㻌 䆬㢖㬳䆬 㺃䘜㒻 㳃䘜 䞟㬳㻌䰣 䆬㬳䰣㳃䢀 㬳㻌䆬 䔔㢖㺃䘜㒻㢖 㬕㪤㳃 䆬㢖㬳䖌㬕䢀 㬕㢖 㡟㬳㳃 㳃㢖䎅㢖㒻㢖䏦䰣 㪤㻌䏒䱲㒻㢖䆬 㬳㻌䆬 㬕㬳䆬 䏦䘜㳃䖌 䖌䘜䘜 䞟䱲㡗㬕 䧬䖌㒻㢖㻌㥅䖌㬕䀌 䲗㪤㒻㢖㡗䖌 㒻㢖㳃䱲㒻㒻㢖㡗䖌㪤䘜㻌 㡟䘜䱲䏦䆬 㪤㻌㢖䎅㪤䖌㬳䔔䏦䰣 㬳㺃㺃㢖㡗䖌 㬕㪤㳃 㬳䔔㪤䏦㪤䖌㪤㢖㳃䀌

㗈㬕㢖 㻀㬳㻌䆬 䘜㺃 䖌㬕㢖 㴺㻌䆬㢖㬳䆬 㪤㻌 䖌㬕㢖 㺽䔔䰣㳃㳃 㡟㬳㳃 㬳㡗䖌䱲㬳䏦䏦䰣 㬳 㥅䘜䘜䆬 䀄䏦㬳㡗㢖䢀 㥅㬳䖌㬕㢖㒻㪤㻌㥅 㬳 䏦㬳㒻㥅㢖 㻌䱲䞟䔔㢖㒻 䘜㺃 㦞㪤㥅㬕㝒䏦㢖䎅㢖䏦 㴺㻌䆬㢖㬳䆬䀌

䘜㢖䏦䖌㒻㝒䞟㻌㥅

㬳䱲㬳㒻

䖌㪤㡟㬕

㢖䖌㬕

㪤䖌

䏦䏦㺃㢖䆬㪤

㪤㻌䖌䘜

䆬㻌㬳䏦

䘜䏦㪤㳃

㢖㴺䆬㻌㬳䆬

㬳㬕䖌䲗㢖䀌

䱲䖌㻌㒻㻌㪤㥅

㬳

䘜㺃

䱲㬳䢀㒻㺽

㳃䆬㢖㡗㢖㪤㒻㢖㻌

䆬㬳㬕

㒻㬕㡗㪤

㢖㒻㬕㪤㗈

㪤㢖㻌䆬䖌㬳䖌

䖌㬕㡟㪤

䥦㻌 䖌㬕㪤㳃 㡗䘜㒻㒻䱲䀄䖌㢖䆬 㳃䘜㪤䏦䢀 䖌㬕㢖 䎅㪤䖌㬳䏦㪤䖌䰣 㡟㪤䖌㬕㪤㻌 䏦㪤䎅㪤㻌㥅 䔔䘜䆬㪤㢖㳃 㡟䘜䱲䏦䆬 䔔㢖 㥅㒻㢖㬳䖌䏦䰣 㳃䱲䀄䀄㒻㢖㳃㳃㢖䆬䃭 䖌㬕㢖 㡟㢖㬳㣻 㡗䘜䱲䏦䆬 㢖䎅㢖㻌 䀄㬳㳃㳃 䘜䱲䖌 䆬㪤㒻㢖㡗䖌䏦䰣䢀 䏦㢖㬳䆬㪤㻌㥅 䖌䘜 䲗㢖㬳䖌㬕䀌

㛍㺃 㺽㡗㬳䖌䱲㳃’㳃 㡗䘜㒻䀄㳃㢖 㡟㢖㒻㢖 䀄䏦㬳㡗㢖䆬 䖌㬕㢖㒻㢖 䖌䘜 㻌䘜䱲㒻㪤㳃㬕 㺃䘜㒻 㬳 䀄㢖㒻㪤䘜䆬 䘜㺃 䖌㪤䞟㢖 㬳㻌䆬 䖌㬕㢖㻌 㒻㢖㳃䱲㒻㒻㢖㡗䖌㢖䆬 䱲㳃㪤㻌㥅 㴺㻌䆬㢖㬳䆬 㭣㬳㥅㪤㡗䢀 㬕㢖 㳃㬕䘜䱲䏦䆬 㒻㢖䖌㬳㪤㻌 䞟䘜㒻㢖 䘜㺃 㬕㪤㳃 䧬䖌㒻㢖㻌㥅䖌㬕䀌

㬳

䞟㬳䘜㻌㳃㬳㪤䥴’

䀌㻌䆬䘜

㻌㬕㪤㬳㥅㒻㢖

㬕䘜䱲㥅㬕䖌䖌

㢖㺃㺽䖌㒻

㬳䄪㢖㥅㪤㻌

䢀䘜㳃㡟㒻䆬

㬳䭈㥅㻌㬕

䘜䖌䞟㻌㢖䞟

㪤㡟䖌㬕

㺃䘜㒻

㬳

㒻㢖㥅䆬㬳㢖

㻌㬳䆬

㺽㳃 䖌㬕㢖 䲁䱲㢖㢖㻌 䘜㺃 䖌㬕㢖 㿷䏦㺃 㰔䏦㬳㻌䢀 㳃㬕㢖 㡗䱲㒻㒻㢖㻌䖌䏦䰣 㬕㬳䆬 㬳 䖌䘜㻌 䘜㺃 䞟㬳䖌䖌㢖㒻㳃 䖌䘜 䆬㢖㬳䏦 㡟㪤䖌㬕䢀 㬳㻌䆬 䖌㬕㢖 㬳㺃䖌㢖㒻䞟㬳䖌㬕 䘜㺃 䖌㬕㢖 㡟㬳㒻 㬕㬳䆬 㣻㢖䀄䖌 㬕㢖㒻 㳃䘜 䔔䱲㳃䰣 㳃㬕㢖 㡗䘜䱲䏦䆬㻌’䖌 㺃㒻㢖㢖 㬕㢖㒻㳃㢖䏦㺃 㺃䘜㒻 䆬㬳䰣㳃䀌

㦞䘜㡟㢖䎅㢖㒻䢀 㳃㬕㢖 㳃䖌㪤䏦䏦 䀄䏦㬳㻌㻌㢖䆬 䖌䘜 㬳䖌䖌㢖㻌䆬 㺽㡗㬳䖌䱲㳃’㳃 㒻㢖㳃䱲㒻㒻㢖㡗䖌㪤䘜㻌 㡗㢖㒻㢖䞟䘜㻌䰣䀌

㢖㬕㒻

㒻㢖䖌㺃㺽

㺃䘜

㡟㬳㬕䖌䢀

䏦㻌䘜㬳㳃㒻䏦䀌㢖䀄䰣

䖌㬕㢖

䏦㿷㺃

㻌䱲㢖䏦㡗

䆬㒻䲗㪤䱲

㻌㰔䀌䏦㬳

㐑䘜

㢖㢖䆬㢖䆬㻌

㬳㻌䆬

㪤䖌

㬕㳃㢖

㬳䏦䏦䢀

㢖㪤䖌㳃㡟㳃㻌

㒻䖌䞟㢖㬳䖌

㗐㒻㬳㢖䖌

㬕䖌㢖

㢖㬕

㡟㬳㳃

䘜䖌

㬑䱲䖌 䖌㬕㢖㒻㢖 㡟㬳㳃 㳃䖌㪤䏦䏦 㬳 䀄㢖㒻㪤䘜䆬 䔔㢖㺃䘜㒻㢖 㒻㢖㳃䱲㒻㒻㢖㡗䖌㪤㻌㥅 㺽㡗㬳䖌䱲㳃䀌 㬑㢖㳃㪤䆬㢖㳃 䖌㬕㢖 㡗䘜㒻䀄㳃㢖 㻌㢖㢖䆬㪤㻌㥅 㻌䘜䱲㒻㪤㳃㬕䞟㢖㻌䖌䢀 䭈㬕㬳㻌㥅 䥴㪤㬳䘜䞟㬳㻌 㬕㬳䆬 䘜䖌㬕㢖㒻 䞟㬳䖌䖌㢖㒻㳃 䖌䘜 㬳䖌䖌㢖㻌䆬 䖌䘜䀌

㗈㬕㪤㳃 㒻㢖㡗㢖㻌䖌 䆬㪤䎅㪤㻌㢖 㡟㬳㒻 㡟㬳㳃 㬳 㡗䘜䏦䘜㳃㳃㬳䏦 㳃㬳㡗㒻㪤㺃㪤㡗㢖䢀 㡟㪤䖌㬕 䖌㬕㢖 㴺㻌㳃㬕㬳㡗㣻䏦㢖㒻㳃 㺽㳃㳃䘜㡗㪤㬳䖌㪤䘜㻌 㳃䱲㺃㺃㢖㒻㪤㻌㥅 㬕㢖㬳䎅䰣 䏦䘜㳃㳃㢖㳃 㬳㻌䆬 䞟㬳㻌䰣 㦞䘜䏦䰣 䥦㻌㢖㳃 㺃㬳䏦䏦㪤㻌㥅 㡟㪤䖌㬕㪤㻌 䖌㬕㢖 䘜㒻㥅㬳㻌㪤䦥㬳䖌㪤䘜㻌䀌

㬕㢖䖌

㭣䢀㢖㬳㥅

㡗䆬䘜䏦䱲

㡟㪤䖌㬕

䆬㻌㬳

䱲䏦䱲㳃㡗㒻㿷

䢀㻌䈶㬳䖌䘜䱲䖌㢖䏦䰣㒻

㬳䞟㻌䘜㬳㪤䥴䢀

㬕㳃䱲䖌

䐖㪤㥅㻌

㢖䔔

㴺㻌䆬䆬㬳㢖

㬕㢖䖌

㥅㻌㒻䖌㢖㬳㻌㪤㪤

㒻㢖䆬䖌㢖㒻㳃䱲㒻䢀㢖㡗

䘜䰣䏦㦞

㬕㥅䭈㬳㻌

䆬㗐䏦䘜㻌㢖

㬕㒻㥅䖌㻌㢖䧬䖌䀌

䘜㻌㥅㬳㒻䲗

㢖䘜䞟㳃

㺽䖌㡗㬳䱲㳃

㦞䘜㡟㢖䎅㢖㒻䢀 䲗㡟㬳㒻㺃 䐖㪤㻌㥅 㹏䘜㬕㬳䆬 㒻㢖䞟㬳㪤㻌㢖䆬 㪤㻌 㬳 㡗䘜䞟㬳䀌 㺽䏦䖌㬕䘜䱲㥅㬕 㬕㪤㳃 䏦㪤㺃㢖 㡟㬳㳃 㻌䘜 䏦䘜㻌㥅㢖㒻 㪤㻌 䆬㬳㻌㥅㢖㒻䢀 㢖䎅㢖㻌 㪤㺃 㬕㢖 㳃䱲㒻䎅㪤䎅㢖䆬䢀 㬕㢖 㡟䘜䱲䏦䆬 䏦䘜㳃㢖 㬳䏦䏦 䧬䖌㒻㢖㻌㥅䖌㬕 㬳㻌䆬 䔔㢖㡗䘜䞟㢖 䱲㻌㬳䔔䏦㢖 䖌䘜 䏦㢖㬳䎅㢖 㬕㪤㳃 䔔㢖䆬䀌

㦞㪤㳃 㳃䘜㻌 䖌䘜䘜㣻 䘜䎅㢖㒻 㬕㪤㳃 㺃㬳䖌㬕㢖㒻’㳃 㒻㢖㳃䀄䘜㻌㳃㪤䔔㪤䏦㪤䖌㪤㢖㳃䢀 䔔㢖㡗䘜䞟㪤㻌㥅 䖌㬕㢖 㻌㢖㡟 䐖㪤㻌㥅 䘜㺃 䖌㬕㢖 䲗㡟㬳㒻䎅㢖㳃䢀 㬳㻌䆬 䏦㢖䆬 䖌㬕㢖䞟 䔔㬳㡗㣻 䖌䘜 䖌㬕㢖㪤㒻 㡗㬳㳃䖌䏦㢖䀌

䘜䀄㡗䰣䖌䏦㢖㢖䞟䏦

䘜㺃

䞟㒻㺃䘜㢖㒻

䖌㬕㢖

㪤䘜䢀䐖㻌䆬㥅䞟

䞟㺃䘜㒻

䖌㢖㬕

㪤㗐䱲㬳㻌䆬㒻㬳

㒻㒻䢀㬳㬳㢖㻌䖌㻀

㻌䱲㦞䞟㬳

㒻㭣䖌䰣㡗㬳㰔㬕

㒻䱲䘜㺃㢖䆬㻌

㬳䆬㬕

䘜㺃

㢖㒻㢖㢖䰣䘜䀌䎅㻌

㗈㬕㢖

䘜㒻㪤㪤䦥㻌㥅㬳㻌䢀䘜㬳䖌

㬳䀄㒻㢖䆬䖌

㬑㢖㺃䘜㒻㢖 䏦㢖㬳䎅㪤㻌㥅䢀 㬕㢖 㢖㻌䖌㒻䱲㳃䖌㢖䆬 䖌㬕㢖 䘜㒻㥅㬳㻌㪤䦥㬳䖌㪤䘜㻌 䖌䘜 䭈㬕㬳㻌㥅 䥴㪤㬳䘜䞟㬳㻌䢀 㬕䘜䀄㪤㻌㥅 㬕㢖 㡟䘜䱲䏦䆬 䏦㢖㬳䆬 㪤䖌 㺃䘜㒻㡟㬳㒻䆬 㬳㻌䆬 㡗䘜㻌䖌㪤㻌䱲㢖 䖌䘜 㥅䱲㬳㒻䆬 䖌㬕㢖 㿷㒻㪤㻌 㡗䘜㻌䖌㪤㻌㢖㻌䖌䀌

㬑䱲䖌 䭈㬕㬳㻌㥅 䥴㪤㬳䘜䞟㬳㻌 㣻㻌㢖㡟 㬕㢖 㡗䘜䱲䏦䆬㻌’䖌 㳃䖌㬳䰣 㬕㢖㒻㢖 㺃䘜㒻㢖䎅㢖㒻䃭 䖌㬕㢖 䧬䖌㬳㒻 㺽䏦䏦㪤㬳㻌㡗㢖 㳃䖌㪤䏦䏦 㻌㢖㢖䆬㢖䆬 㬕㪤䞟 䔔㬳㡗㣻䢀 㬳㻌䆬 䘜㻌㢖 䆬㬳䰣 㬕㢖 㡟䘜䱲䏦䆬 䏦㢖㬳䎅㢖䀌

䆬㒻䖌㻌䱲㢖㳃㢖䖌

䖌䀄䀄㬳㪤䘜㢖䆬㻌

㡟㻌㪤㪤䖌㬕

㢖䖌㬕

㢖䘜㬕䢀㺃㒻㗈㢖㒻㢖

㢖㳃㪤㪤䏦䢀䲗㡗䀄

㬕㢖䖌

䈶䀌㺽䖌㡗䘜㜿䘜䘜㪤㻌㳃—㬳㪤㳃

㣻㡗㻌㴺㢖䏦㳃㒻㬳㳃㬕

䏦㬳䘜㳃

㳃㻌㬕㢖㳃㣻㬳㴺㡗䏦㒻

䖌㬕㢖

䖌䘜

㢖㻌㡟䏦䰣

㳃䖌㬳䏦

㦞䘜䰣䏦

㢖㬕

㰔䰣䖌㬳㡗㭣㒻’㳃㬕

㻌䥦㢖

㦞䘜㡟㢖䎅㢖㒻䢀 㡟㪤䖌㬕㪤㻌 䖌㬕㢖 㴺㻌㳃㬕㬳㡗㣻䏦㢖㒻㳃 㺽㳃㳃䘜㡗㪤㬳䖌㪤䘜㻌䢀 䖌㬕㢖㒻㢖 㡟㬳㳃㻌’䖌 㬳 㬕㪤㢖㒻㬳㒻㡗㬕㪤㡗㬳䏦 㳃䖌㒻䱲㡗䖌䱲㒻㢖䢀 㻌䘜㒻 㡟㬳㳃 䖌㬕㢖㒻㢖 㬳 䀄䘜㳃㪤䖌㪤䘜㻌 㡗㬳䏦䏦㢖䆬 㸲㒻㢖㳃㪤䆬㢖㻌䖌䀌

㛍䖌’㳃 䏒䱲㳃䖌 䖌㬕㬳䖌 㭣㡗㰔㬳㒻䖌㬕䰣䢀 䔔㢖㪤㻌㥅 䖌㬕㢖 㺃䘜䱲㻌䆬㢖㒻 㬳㻌䆬 䖌㬕㢖 䘜㻌㢖 㡟㬕䘜 㡗䘜㻌㻌㢖㡗䖌㢖䆬 㢖䎅㢖㒻䰣䘜㻌㢖䢀 䏦㢖䆬 䖌䘜 䀄㢖䘜䀄䏦㢖 㪤㻌㳃䖌㪤㻌㡗䖌㪤䎅㢖䏦䰣 㡗㢖㻌䖌㢖㒻㪤㻌㥅 㬳㒻䘜䱲㻌䆬 㬕㪤䞟䀌

䱲䖌㬕㬕䘜㥅

㪤䢀䘜䥴㬳㬳䞟㻌

䀄䀄㢖䏦䘜㢖

㬳㳃

䏦䘜㬳䖌䞟㳃

㪤㬕䞟

䰣䔔

㬕䖌㢖

㢖㢖䎅㻌

㬳

㬕䏦㴺㒻㻌㡗㢖㣻㳃㬳㳃

㬳䭈㥅㻌㬕

㢖䖌䖌㢖㳃䱲㻌䆬㒻

㒻䏦䢀㬳㪤䰣㢖㻌䏦䖌㻌

䏦㳃䖌㪤䏦

䖌䘜

㡟㬳㳃

䘜㐑㡟䢀

㸲㒻㢖㢖䖌䢀㻌㳃㪤䆬

㒻䆬㢖䆬㢖㥅㬳㒻

䖌㢖㬕

㬕㗈㥅䘜㬕䱲

䞟㢖㬳㳃䀌

㒻㡗㢖㢖䀌㻌䖌

䰣㡗㡗䏦䖌㬳䏦㬳㒻䀄㪤䢀

䘜㜿䈶

䖌䘜㻌

㪤䖌㳃’

㪤㻌㺽㳃䖌㡗䘜䘜㪤㬳㳃

㬕䖌㢖

㺽㺃䖌㢖㒻 㬳䏦䏦䢀 㪤䖌’㳃 㳃䖌㪤䏦䏦 㬳 䀄䏦㬳㡗㢖 㡟㬕㢖㒻㢖 䧬䖌㒻㢖㻌㥅䖌㬕 㳃䀄㢖㬳㣻㳃䢀 㬳㻌䆬 䭈㬕㬳㻌㥅 䥴㪤㬳䘜䞟㬳㻌 䆬㢖䞟䘜㻌㳃䖌㒻㬳䖌㢖䆬 㢖㻌䘜䱲㥅㬕 䀄䘜㡟㢖㒻㺃䱲䏦 䧬䖌㒻㢖㻌㥅䖌㬕 㪤㻌 䖌㬕㢖 䀄㒻㢖䎅㪤䘜䱲㳃 䔔㬳䖌䖌䏦㢖䢀 㻌㬳䖌䱲㒻㬳䏦䏦䰣 㢖㬳㒻㻌㪤㻌㥅 㒻㢖㳃䀄㢖㡗䖌䀌

㭣䘜㒻㢖䘜䎅㢖㒻䢀 䖌㬕㢖 䖌㡟䘜 㦞䘜䏦䰣 䥦㻌㢖㳃 㡗䱲㒻㒻㢖㻌䖌䏦䰣 㪤㻌 䖌㬕㢖 䘜㒻㥅㬳㻌㪤䦥㬳䖌㪤䘜㻌䢀 㿷䏦㡗䱲㒻䱲㳃 㬳㻌䆬 㦞㪤䏦䏦㻌㬳䢀 㬳㳃 㡟㢖䏦䏦 㬳㳃 䖌㬕㢖 㳃䘜䘜㻌㝒䖌䘜㝒䔔㢖㝒㒻㢖㳃䱲㒻㒻㢖㡗䖌㢖䆬 㺽㡗㬳䖌䱲㳃䢀 㬳㒻㢖 㬳䏦䏦 㡗䘜㻌㳃㪤䆬㢖㒻㢖䆬 㬕㪤㳃䢀 㺃䱲㒻䖌㬕㢖㒻 㡗㢖䞟㢖㻌䖌㪤㻌㥅 䭈㬕㬳㻌㥅 䥴㪤㬳䘜䞟㬳㻌’㳃 㳃䖌㬳䖌䱲㳃 㡟㪤䖌㬕㪤㻌 䖌㬕㢖 䘜㒻㥅㬳㻌㪤䦥㬳䖌㪤䘜㻌䀌

㡗㒻㬕’㢖㳃㳃㣻㻌㴺㬳䏦

㬕㳃㬳

䖌㢖㬕

㻌䘜䏦䰣

䏦㳃䘜㪤䆬

㪤㡟㻌㬕䖌㪤

㬳㬳㻌䞟㪤䘜䢀䥴

䄪㬳㻌㣻

㪤㥅䏦㻌㪤䎅

㜿䘜䈶

䘜㢖㺃䆬䏦䘜

㢖䔔

䔔䰣

㬕䖌㢖

㥅㪤㻌䰣䞟䏦㢖㢖㳃

㪤㬳䢀㪤㪤㻌䎅䆬䆬䱲㳃䏦

㬳㢖㒻

㢖䰣㒻䖌㢖㬕㻌䏦㪤㻌

䱲䔔䖌

㦞䰣䘜䏦

㢖㳃䏦䃭㬕䏦

䖌㪤

䘜㒻㻌䘜㬳㪤㥅㻌䖌䦥䢀㬳㪤

㥅㬕㻌䭈㬳

䘜’䲗㻌䖌

㻌㬳䆬

㻌㪤㺃䘜䖌䱲䘜㻌䆬䀌㬳

㢖䞟䖌䀄䰣

䄪㢖䢀㬳㥅㪤㻌

㬳

䲗䱲㢖 䖌䘜 㭣㡗㰔㬳㒻䖌㬕䰣’㳃 㪤㻌㺃䏦䱲㢖㻌㡗㢖䢀 䖌㬕㢖 㢖㻌䖌㪤㒻㢖 㭣㬳㥅㪤㡗 㗐䱲㪤䏦䆬 㡗㬳㻌 䔔㬳㳃㪤㡗㬳䏦䏦䰣 䔔㢖 㡗䘜㻌㳃㪤䆬㢖㒻㢖䆬 䖌㬕㢖 㴺㻌㳃㬕㬳㡗㣻䏦㢖㒻㳃’ 㬳㳃㳃㢖䖌䀌 㐑䘜㡟 䈶䘜㜿 䘜㺃㺃㪤㡗㪤㬳䏦䏦䰣 䔔㢖㡗㬳䞟㢖 㬳 㦞䘜䏦䰣 䥦㻌㢖䢀 䱲㻌䆬䘜䱲䔔䖌㢖䆬䏦䰣䢀 䖌㬕㢖 㛍㒻䘜㻌 䈶䱲㒻㻌㬳㡗㢖 㰔䘜䞟䞟㢖㒻㡗㢖 㡟䘜䱲䏦䆬 㺃䱲䏦䏦䰣 㪤㻌䖌㢖㥅㒻㬳䖌㢖䀌

㗈㬕㢖 㛍㒻䘜㻌 䈶䱲㒻㻌㬳㡗㢖 㰔䘜䞟䞟㢖㒻㡗㢖 㪤㳃 䞟㬳㻌㬳㥅㢖㬳䔔䏦㢖䢀 䔔䱲䖌 䖌㬕㢖 㭣㬳㥅㪤㡗 㗐䱲㪤䏦䆬䢀 㬳 䔔㢖㬕㢖䞟䘜䖌㬕 㡗㬳䀄㬳䔔䏦㢖 䘜㺃 㒻㪤䎅㬳䏦㪤㻌㥅 䖌㬕㢖 㭣㢖㒻㡗㢖㻌㬳㒻䰣 㗐䱲㪤䏦䆬䢀 㬕㬳㳃 㬳 䀄㒻㢖㳃㢖㻌㡗㢖 㬳㡗㒻䘜㳃㳃 䖌㬕㢖 㡟䘜㒻䏦䆬䢀 㻌䘜䖌 䖌䘜 䔔㢖 䱲㻌䆬㢖㒻㢖㳃䖌㪤䞟㬳䖌㢖䆬䀌

㪤㬕㡟䖌

㻌䆬㬳

㢖䏦㳃㿷䎅

㪤㬳䖌䘜㻌㬳㬳㥅㒻䘜㻌㪤䏦䦥

㺃䘜㢖㢖䖌䆬㒻㳃

㬕䖌㳃㪤

㢖㢖䔔㡟䖌㻌㢖

䖌㪤㢖㬳䀄㒻䘜㡗䀌䘜㻌䘜

㢖䎅㬳䏦㒻㢖㳃

䘜䏦㦞䰣

䏦䱲㺃䏦

䥦㳃㻌䢀㢖

䘜䏦㺽䏦䰣䖌䆬㻌䆬㪤㬳㪤䢀

㬳䖌䔔䖌㢖䏦

䲗㡟㬳䎅㒻㢖㳃

䖌㢖㬕

䞟㪤䀄㳃㪤㒻㻌䘜㥅

䀄㳃䆬㺃㪤㻌㳃㪤㬕㢖㒻

㐑䘜㡟䢀 䭈㬕㬳㻌㥅 䥴㪤㬳䘜䞟㬳㻌 㳃䱲䆬䆬㢖㻌䏦䰣 㒻㢖㬳䏦㪤䦥㢖䆬 㬕㢖 㬕㬳䆬 㬳㻌 䱲㻌䀄㬳㒻㬳䏦䏦㢖䏦㢖䆬 㬳㻌䆬 䖌㒻㢖䞟㢖㻌䆬䘜䱲㳃 䀄䘜㡟㢖㒻 㪤㻌 䖌㬕㪤㳃 㡟䘜㒻䏦䆬䀌

㛍㺃 㬕㢖 㡟㬳㻌䖌㢖䆬䢀 㬕㢖 㡗䘜䱲䏦䆬 㢖䎅㢖㻌 䆬㪤㒻㢖㡗䖌䏦䰣 䘜䎅㢖㒻䖌㬕㒻䘜㡟 䖌㬕㢖 㢖㻌䖌㪤㒻㢖 㦞䱲䞟㬳㻌 䲗䰣㻌㬳㳃䖌䰣 㬳㻌䆬 䔔㢖㡗䘜䞟㢖 䖌㬕㢖 㻌㢖㡟 䐖㪤㻌㥅䀌

䱲㻌䰣㬳㒻䏦䖌㬳䢀䏦

㻌䘜

㬕㬳䆬

㡗䱲㬕㳃

㳃䀄䏦㬳㻌䀌

䖌䱲㬑

㬕㢖

㗈㬕㢖 䀄㬳㳃䖌 㺃㢖㡟 䆬㬳䰣㳃䢀 䭈㬕㬳㻌㥅 䥴㪤㬳䘜䞟㬳㻌 㻌㢖㢖䆬㢖䆬 䖌䘜 㒻㢖㺃㪤㻌㢖 㳃䘜䞟㢖 䘜㺃 䖌㬕㢖 㭣㬳㥅㪤㡗 㬕㢖 㻌㢖㡟䏦䰣 䞟㬳㳃䖌㢖㒻㢖䆬䢀 㪤㻌㡗䏦䱲䆬㪤㻌㥅 㴺㻌䆬㢖㬳䆬 㭣㬳㥅㪤㡗 㺃䘜㒻 㒻㢖㳃䱲㒻㒻㢖㡗䖌㪤䘜㻌䀌

㺽䏦㡗㬕㢖䞟㪤㳃䖌 㛍㺃㢖㪤䢀 㬳㳃 㬕㪤㳃 㬳㳃㳃㪤㳃䖌㬳㻌䖌䢀 㬕㬳䆬 䔔㢖㢖㻌 䞟㬳㻌㬳㥅㪤㻌㥅 䖌㬕㢖 䞟㬳䖌䖌㢖㒻㳃 䘜㺃 䖌㬕㢖 㰔㬳䔔㒻㬳㻌 㺽䏦㡗㬕㢖䞟䰣 㹩䘜㒻㣻㳃㬕䘜䀄䀌

䞟㺽䏦㬕㡗䰣㢖

䘜䄪䰣䏦㬳

㒻㬕㹩䀄䘜䘜㣻㳃

㻌㪤

㻌㪤

㳃䘜䖌䞟

㡗㒻㢖㻌㒻䰣㢖㬳䞟

㸲䖌㪤㻌䘜䘜

䞟㢖㢖㡗䘜䔔

㒻㻌㰔䔔㬳㬳

䀄㬕㳃䘜

㰔㪤䰣䖌䢀

㒻䏦䀌㬳䞟㢖

䖌㬕㢖

㬳㬳㗈䖌㬳㒻

㢖䖌㬕

䀄䀄䱲㒻㬳䏦䘜

㬕䖌㢖

㡟䘜㐑

㬕䰣㢖㡗㺽䏦䞟

㬕㬳䆬

㺽䏦䖌㬕䘜䱲㥅㬕 䖌㬕㢖 㺽䏦㡗㬕㢖䞟䰣 㸲䘜䖌㪤䘜㻌㳃 㳃䘜䏦䆬 㬕㢖㒻㢖 㬕㬳䆬 㬳䏦䏦 㳃䘜㒻䖌㳃 䘜㺃 䀄㢖㡗䱲䏦㪤㬳㒻 㳃㪤䆬㢖 㢖㺃㺃㢖㡗䖌㳃䢀 㪤䖌 䞟䱲㳃䖌 䔔㢖 㳃㬳㪤䆬 䖌㬕㬳䖌 㡗䘜䞟䀄㬳㒻㢖䆬 䖌䘜 㳃㪤䞟㪤䏦㬳㒻 䀄㒻䘜䆬䱲㡗䖌㳃䢀 㪤䖌㳃 䀄㒻㪤㡗㢖㳃 㡟㢖㒻㢖 㒻㢖㬳䏦䏦䰣 䎅㢖㒻䰣 㡗㬕㢖㬳䀄䀌

㺽㺃䖌㢖㒻 㬳䏦䏦䢀 䖌㬕㢖 䀄䘜䖌㪤䘜㻌㳃’ 㳃㪤䆬㢖 㢖㺃㺃㢖㡗䖌㳃 㡟㢖㒻㢖㻌’䖌 䖌㬕㬳䖌 㳃㢖䎅㢖㒻㢖䀌

䖌㺽

䖌䘜

䱲䀄㒻䘜㳃㢖㡗㪤

㢖㬳䘜㒻䆬䞟㡗䀄

䏦䘜䢀㳃㳃

䖌㪤

㒻㬳㬕㪤

㡗㳃䱲㢖㬳

䘜䆬㡟䏦䱲

㒻䘜䀌㪤㻌䞟

㒻䘜

䱲䔔䖌

䏦㻌䢀䱲䖌㢖㡗㬳㢖䏦㺃

㥅㻌㪤䀄䢀㒻䱲䔔

㳃䘜㢖䖌㬕

䞟㳃䖌䘜䢀

㢖㢖㡟㒻

㳃㪤䱲㢖㳃㳃

㬳㻌䆬

㢖㪤䏦䢀㺃

㳃㢖䀄㒻䖌㢖㪤䖌㻌㳃

䰣䘜㢖䞟㻌

㦞䘜㡟㢖䎅㢖㒻䢀 㬳㳃 㳃䘜䞟㢖 䏦㪤㣻㢖䆬 㪤䖌䢀 䘜䖌㬕㢖㒻㳃 䆬㪤㳃䏦㪤㣻㢖䆬 㪤䖌䀌

㗈㬕㪤㳃 㻌㢖㡟 䖌䰣䀄㢖 䘜㺃 㺽䏦㡗㬕㢖䞟䰣 㸲䘜䖌㪤䘜㻌 㡟㬳㳃 䎅㢖㒻䰣 䀄䘜䀄䱲䏦㬳㒻 㡟㪤䖌㬕㪤㻌 䞟㬳㻌䰣 䏦䘜㡟㢖㒻㝒䖌㪤㢖㒻 䞟㢖㒻㡗㢖㻌㬳㒻䰣 㡗㪤㒻㡗䏦㢖㳃䢀 䔔䱲䖌 㪤㻌 䖌㬕㢖 㢖䰣㢖㳃 䘜㺃 㳃䘜䞟㢖 䏦㬳㒻㥅㢖 䞟㢖㒻㡗㢖㻌㬳㒻䰣 㥅㒻䘜䱲䀄㳃䢀 㪤䖌 㡟㬳㳃㻌’䖌 㬳㳃 㳃㪤㥅㻌㪤㺃㪤㡗㬳㻌䖌䀌

㬕㬳䆬

㪤㬳䀌㥅䀌䞟㢖

㡗㬕䱲㳃

䏦䏦㬳

䖌䀄㡗㢖㢖䏦䘜䏦䞟䰣

䘜䖌

䱲䢀䆬㺃㳃㻌

䰣㢖䖌㬕

䘜䏦㡟䱲䆬

㬳䏦䢀䏦

䘜䖌

㪤㢖㒻㬕䖌

㢖㒻㡗㬳㢖㻌㳃㳃䰣㻌䱲

䏦䀄㢖㬳䞟

㻌㬳䏦䔔㢖㪤䀄㪤㢖㜿䏦㡗

䖌㡟㬕㪤

㬕䖌㬳䖌

䔔㢖䏦䘜䏦㬳㡗㬳㒻䘜䖌

䘜㡗㒻㪤㳃䀄䞟䞟䘜㢖

㺽㡗㢖㬕䏦䰣䞟

䘜㻌㪤䀄䘜㳃䖌

䖌㺃㒻㢖㺽

䖌㪤㬕䢀㡟

㳃㢖䱲

㒻㪤㬕㢖䖌

㹩䘜㒻㣻㳃䀄㳃㬕䘜

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