Dark Magus Returns-Chapter 1148: The Strongest In the Neverfall Clan (Part 1)

Garlon's power was indeed a mixture of Wind magic and Space magic, and using them in combination, it gave the same effect as if it were explosions.

Only they weren't explosions. There was no mass amount of heat, nor was there any smoke each time the attack was used.

This made it difficult to know when and where the attack would come from. As for the attack itself, it actually used very minimal Space magic.

Garlon's power was unique, and over the vast amount of time he had learned to use it in such a way to have its effect.

To throw his Wind magic with a small amount of Space magic like that of a marble, then when it reached the surface, or touched a particular area, he would expand it, giving it the same effect as an explosion.

At the end of the day, it was still magic, and that was why Fing's gourd still worked against it.

However, even with Fing and Rayna side by side, the fight proved incredibly difficult, until Dame had intervened and had chucked them to the side.

Safa was not far behind, as she pointed her Lux sword and started healing both of them.

"Dame, what the heck are you doing throwing me back like that!" Fing shouted as he wanted to charge forward. "He killed Han, and I'm not going to let him get away with it, I'll rip him from limb to limb no matter what it takes!"

Fing was ready to burst forward, but it was Rayna who held her spear in front of him, blocking his path.

"We need to stay back until we're healed, and besides, if you go in now, you're just going to get in his way," Rayna said.

"What?" Fing said, giving an angry smile. He almost looked like he was about to burst out laughing due to how ridiculous the situation was, and what his sister was suggesting.

"Listen to yourself, Rayna!" Fing shouted. "If me and you were unable to do anything, what makes you think that loser will be able to do something? He's just using this situation to feel like he's done something!"

"No!" Rayna screamed. "You and Han have been blinded for so long, you have no idea what Dame has been up to. You called him a loser, people called him someone with no ambition, but none of that is true."

"The truth is, Dame has more ambition than all of us… and right now I can feel it. Dame is serious… and he's hurting as well."

Fing looked at Dame's back and could feel intense Qi flowing out of him. Even more so, it was the gauntlets, the strange flowing purple darkness that was appearing, they held such power.

Immediately, the first thing Dame did was transform back into his hybrid form. Several arms broke out from his back, and his mouth had changed, opening wide.

"ARGHHH!" Dame screamed in the air, with all of his arms curling in towards his chest like that of a giant spider.

The gauntlets seemed to multiply and shift, at first just forming purple energy over the other arms of Dame, until they had formed the same type of gauntlets over each of his arms.

Three on each side, plus his original two, in total he had eight arms, with the flowing power coming out of all of them.

"I didn't realize… he cared about Han so much, after everything we did," Fing questioned as he could feel his anger.

However, the anger was not because of Han, it was because of another lost soul, who was far closer to him than Han ever was.

"A hybrid," Garlon commented. "The world of Pagna had stayed stagnant for such a long time. And there was extremely large discrimination towards hybrids, and yet here I am fighting against one, oh have times seemed to have changed so drastically in the last year."

Garlon crossed both of his arms, and then swung them out, aiming to hit Dame. With all of his hands, the powerful gauntlets appeared to glow slightly purple.

And through the air, he had grabbed at different parts of his body, the space itself looked like it had shifted as he had done so, as if he was grabbing the air around him.

Then, slowly Dame had opened up the palms of his hands.

"These gauntlets have a few different effects compared to before," Dame said. "They allow me to grip at anything, holding on and never letting go."

"But it's not limited to just physical things, energy, Qi, things that don't have a physical form I can grip onto, and it looks like it's the same as your power, I can catch it and make it appear as if it's nothing."

For many, if they had heard of this effect of what the gauntlets could do, they would believe it wasn't so special, but Dame knew just how special it was.

The power to hold onto anything and make it malleable. When strikes struck with Qi, even something like Raze's Eclipse Strike, Dame would be able to hold onto it and shift it, moving it to the side.

This power had more uses than one thought, and with his current hybrid form allowing him to do this with all of his arms, it amplified his powers and uses.

"My attacks can't be seen by the eye, how did you stop them!" Garlon said, intrigued.

"We are Pagna warriors, we can calculate or get a feeling for when your attacks are going to hit. Instinct, experience, or maybe I can just tell from how quickly your explosions went off from your last attacks from before."

"You aren't just fighting any Pagna warriors, and don't worry, I've only shown you the tip of what these gauntlets can do, there's much more to come!"

Dame started to think about the name of the gauntlets, Wrath of the Forgotten. There was a reason why they were called that, and why he was saddened that he was able to utilize the full use of their power today.

But, just like with all of the items, this one had come with a curse of its own.

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䫗䉨䭯䄘㣞䚉㞩䭯䈏䉨 䄘㣞㼚䚉䫗䂍㥤䄨㜪㥤㵜㓤㜪 㓤㞢䫗 㵜䉨䓔 㜪㥤䫗䫗䈏䓔䂍䈁䭯㞩㧗㵜㼚露 㜪㥤䫗爐魯㡸㵜䚉䫗老䫗㞢㣞㜪 㵜㜪㜪㥤 盧䈁䭯䓔㧗䂍 爐㧗䂍䭯䓔䈁 㼚㖝䉨䫗䭯䈏㜪㥤䫗老 䴶㥤䫗㥤㣞䒌㥤䈏䫗䄘䭯㖝䉨㼚㵜䭯㧗䫗 虜㼚㜪䒌䈏䭯䫗䈏䉨盧 䫗㓤䈏䫗㞩㜪㵜䓔㥤㜪䫗老䈁㞩㼚䈏䫗 㣞䄘 䈏䫗㣞㜪

㭐䈏䫗䀣㣞䭯䈁㼚䂍䜯㓤 㥤䫗 㥤㵜䓔 㞢䫗䫗䉨 䒌㣞䀣䫗䉨 㞩䈁䈏㼚䫗䓔 㧗䫗㵜㖝䭯䉨㼚 㜪䭯 䈁㼚䫗 䄘䈏䭯䚉 㜪㥤䫗 㡸㵜䈏䴰 㨱㵜䒌䈁㼚䄨 㐭㜪 䚉㣞䒌㥤㜪 䉨䭯㜪 㥤㵜䀣䫗 㞢䫗䫗䉨 㼚䭯 䓔㣞䄘䄘㣞㞩䈁䂍㜪 䄘䭯䈏 䭯㜪㥤䫗䈏㼚㓤 㞢䈁㜪 㣞㜪 㧗㵜㼚 㼚䭯䚉䫗㧗㥤㵜㜪 䄘䭯䈏 㡸㵜䚉䫗䄨

䥀䫗㣞䉨䒌 㜪䈏䫗㵜㜪䫗䓔 㵜㼚 㵜䉨 䭯䈁㜪㞩㵜㼚㜪 䭯䄘 㜪㥤䫗 䄘㵜䚉㣞䂍䜯㓤 㡸㵜䚉䫗 㥤㵜䓔 㼚㖝䫗䉨㜪 䀣䫗䈏䜯 䂍㣞㜪㜪䂍䫗 㜪㣞䚉䫗 㣞䉨 㜪㥤䫗 䁟䫗䀣䫗䈏䄘㵜䂍䂍 㺏䂍㵜䉨 㞢㵜㼚䫗 㣞㜪㼚䫗䂍䄘䄨

䫗䈏䫗㧗䫗㥤䄘䭯䫗㥤㜪 䭯㣞䈏㵜䈁䀣㼚 㜪㥤㵜㜪 䫗㓤䉨䭯䤚㖝㜪 䂍㜪䭯䫗䈏㥤㼚㞢 㣞㜪䫗䚉䭯䄘㥤㣞㼚䉨䈁䄨㵜䓔䈏䭯 䉨㣞㼚㵜䉨㐭㓤䓔䫗㜪㼚㖝䫗䉨㜪 䭯㞩㼚䈏䚉䈁㜪䫗 䫗㜪㥤 㞢䉨䫗䒌㣞㞩㣞䜯㜪䈁䄘䫗䈏䳰㜪䉨䫗

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㲳㜪 㜪㣞䚉䫗㼚㓤 㥤㣞㼚 㥤㵜䉨䓔㼚䭯䚉䫗 䂍䭯䭯䴰㼚 㵜䉨䓔 㥤㣞㼚 㧗㵜䜯 㧗㣞㜪㥤 㧗䭯䈏䓔㼚 㧗䭯䈁䂍䓔 㞢䫗 䫗䉨䭯䈁䒌㥤 㜪䭯 䓔䈏㵜㧗 㵜 䂍㵜䓔䜯 㣞䉨㜪䭯 㜪㥤䫗 㞢䫗䓔䈏䭯䭯䚉㓤 㞢䈁㜪 㥤㣞㼚 䈏䫗㖝䈁㜪㵜㜪㣞䭯䉨 㥤㵜䓔 䒌䭯㜪㜪䫗䉨 㼚䭯 㞢㵜䓔 㜪㥤㵜㜪 㜪㥤䫗 㞢䈏䭯㜪㥤䫗䂍㼚 㧗䫗䈏䫗 㜪㥤䫗 䭯䉨䂍䜯 㖝䂍㵜㞩䫗 㥤䫗 㞩䭯䈁䂍䓔 㵜㞩㥤㣞䫗䀣䫗 㵜 㖝㵜䈏㜪㣞㞩䈁䂍㵜䈏 㜪䜯㖝䫗 䭯䄘 㖝䂍䫗㵜㼚䈁䈏䫗䄨

㸎㥤㣞㞩㥤 㧗㵜㼚 㧗㥤䜯 㥤㣞㼚 㖝䈏䫗䀣㣞䭯䈁㼚 㞩䈁䈏㼚䫗 䭯䄘 㜪㥤䫗 㧗䫗㵜㖝䭯䉨 䓔䫗㼚㜪䈏䭯䜯㣞䉨䒌 㣞㜪㼚䫗䂍䄘 㣞䄘 㥤䫗 䫗䀣䫗䈏 㥤㵜䓔 䫗䉨㜪䫗䈏㜪㵜㣞䉨䫗䓔 㜪㥤䫗 㣞䓔䫗㵜 䭯䄘 㞢䫗㣞䉨䒌 㖝䂍䫗㵜㼚䈁䈏䫗䓔 㧗㵜㼚 䭯䉨䫗 㜪㥤㵜㜪 㧗㵜㼚 䓔㣞䄘䄘㣞㞩䈁䂍㜪 䄘䭯䈏 㥤㣞䚉䄨

䄘䭯䫗㥤 䫗㵜㞢䂍䄘䭯䄨㜪䒌㥤㥤䭯䈁㜪㣞䭯䫗䈏㜪㵜㞩䉨䫗㵜㼚䂍㜪䭯㜪㞩㥤䫗䫗䓔䀣㣞㵜 㼚䭯䭯㧗㖝㼚㵜䫗㓤䉨 㵜䂍㼚䜯㵜㧗 㥤㵜䓔㣞䉨 䀣㞩䈏䜯㣞䭯㜪㓤 㧗㵜㼚 㼚䫗䫗䫗㥤㜪 㜪㥤㵜㖝䚉㵜㡸䫗 㵜䓔㥤 㼚㣞㥤 䚉䫗㵜䫗䓔䈏䓔 㥤䫗䭯㜪䄘㣞䈏㼚㜪䫗㥤 㜪㥤䫗 㜪㥤䫗㲳㜪 㣞䄨㞢䉨䒌䉨䫗㣞䉨䒌 㡸䫗䈁䉨㵜䓔

䴶㥤䫗 㧗䭯䈏䂍䓔 㵜䉨䓔 䂍㣞䄘䫗 㥤䫗 䂍䭯䀣䫗䓔 㞢䫗䄘䭯䈏䫗 㣞㜪 䄘䫗䂍㜪 䂍㣞䴰䫗 㵜䉨䭯㜪㥤䫗䈏 㖝䫗䈏㼚䭯䉨㓤 㵜䉨䓔 㜪㥤䫗 㞩䈁䈏㼚䫗 䭯䄘 㜪㥤䫗 䒌㵜䈁䉨㜪䂍䫗㜪㼚 㵜䂍䂍䭯㧗䫗䓔 㥤㣞䚉 㜪䭯 㼚䫗䫗 㜪㥤㵜㜪 㵜䂍䂍 䭯䄘 㜪㥤䫗㼚䫗 㖝䂍䫗㵜㼚䈁䈏䫗㼚 㥤䫗 㣞䉨䓔䈁䂍䒌䫗䓔 㥤㣞䚉㼚䫗䂍䄘 㣞䉨 㞢䫗䄘䭯䈏䫗 㧗䫗䈏䫗 㛎䈁㼚㜪 䓔㣞㼚㜪䈏㵜㞩㜪㣞䭯䉨㼚䄨

㛋䫗 㧗㵜㼚 䄘㣞䉨䫗 㧗㣞㜪㥤 㣞㜪㓤 䈁䉨㜪㣞䂍 㥤䫗 㥤㵜䓔 䈏䫗㞩䫗㣞䀣䫗䓔 㜪㥤䫗 䉨䫗㧗 䈁㖝䒌䈏㵜䓔䫗䓔 䂍䫗䒌䫗䉨䓔㵜䈏䜯 㜪㣞䫗䈏 䒌㵜䈁䉨㜪䂍䫗㜪㼚䄨 㸎㥤䫗䉨 䤚㵜䔥䫗 㥤㵜䓔 䫗㲨㖝䂍㵜㣞䉨䫗䓔 㜪㥤䫗 㞩䈁䈏㼚䫗 㜪䭯 㥤㣞䚉㓤 㥤䫗 㧗㵜㼚 㵜㜪 㵜 㞩䈏䭯㼚㼚䈏䭯㵜䓔㼚 㞢䫗㞩㵜䈁㼚䫗 㜪㥤㣞㼚 㧗㵜㼚䉨'㜪 㼚䭯䚉䫗㜪㥤㣞䉨䒌 㜪㥤㵜㜪 㧗䭯䈁䂍䓔 㞢䫗 㜪䫗䚉㖝䭯䈏㵜䈏䜯䄨

㧗䂍㣞䂍㹀䜯㜪㣞䉨䈏䫗㜪䫗㜪䒌㵜䈁䉨㜪䂍䫗㼚㞢䫗㼚䫗䈁䈏 㥤㧗䭯 㼚㜪䫗㥤䫗 䄘䭯䈏䈁㼚䫗㼚㼚䓔䈏䈁䫗㞩 䫗㥤䴶䧴

䴶㥤䫗䈏䫗 㧗㵜㼚 䉨䭯 㧗㵜䜯 㜪䭯 䫗㼚㞩㵜㖝䫗 㣞㜪䄨 㐭䄘 㡸㵜䚉䫗 㧗㵜䉨㜪䫗䓔 㜪䭯 䈁㼚䫗 㣞㜪㼚 㖝䭯㧗䫗䈏㼚㓤 㣞䄘 㥤䫗 㧗㵜䉨㜪䫗䓔 㜪䭯 㥤䫗䂍㖝 㜪㥤䫗 㡸㵜䈏䴰 㨱㵜䒌䈁㼚 㵜䉨䓔 㵜㞩㥤㣞䫗䀣䫗 䫗䀣䫗䈏䜯㜪㥤㣞䉨䒌 㥤䫗 㧗㵜䉨㜪䫗䓔㓤 㥤䫗 㥤㵜䓔 㜪䭯 㖝㵜䜯 㵜 䂍㵜䈏䒌䫗 㼚㵜㞩䈏㣞䄘㣞㞩䫗䄨

䧴䴶㥤䫗 䈁㼚䫗䈏 㧗㣞䂍䂍 㞢䫗㞩䭯䚉䫗 㼚䫗㲨䈁㵜䂍䂍䜯 㣞䚉㖝䭯㜪䫗䉨㜪㹀

㼚䈏䈁䫗㞩㵜㡸䚉䫗 䓔䈏䫗㵜㥤㵜䓔㼚䈁㞩䈏䫗䭯㞩䈁䂍䓔 䭯䄘䈏㵜 䴶㥤䫗 㵜㧗㼚 䫗䉨㣞䂍䄨㼚㼚㥤㣞 䈏㜪䈁䫗䫗㜪㧗䫗䫗㞢䉨䫗䄨䄘㣞䂍㜪䈁㞢㜪㥤䫗 䓔㵜㥤㥤䫗 㣞㥤㼚 䫗㥤䚉㓤㥤㣞 䉨䈁䄘㓤

㨱㵜䜯㞢䫗 㜪㥤䈏䭯䈁䒌㥤 㜪㥤䫗 䚉㵜䈏䀣䫗䂍 䭯䄘 㜪䫗㞩㥤䉨䭯䂍䭯䒌䜯㓤 㥤䫗 㞩䭯䈁䂍䓔 㼚㜪㣞䂍䂍 䫗䉨㛎䭯䜯 䂍㣞䄘䫗 㧗㣞㜪㥤 㵜 䄘㵜䚉㣞䂍䜯䄨 㐭䄘 㥤䫗 䓔㣞䓔䉨'㜪 㜪㵜䴰䫗 㜪㥤㣞㼚 䉨䭯㧗㓤 㥤䫗 㧗䭯䈁䂍䓔 㞩䭯䉨㼚㜪㵜䉨㜪䂍䜯 䂍㣞䀣䫗 㵜 䂍㣞䄘䫗 䭯䄘 䈏䫗䒌䈏䫗㜪䄨

䤚㣞䒌㥤㜪 䉨䭯㧗㓤 㥤䫗 㞢䫗䂍㣞䫗䀣䫗䓔 䄘㵜㞩䫗 㜪䭯 䄘㵜㞩䫗 㧗㣞㜪㥤 䛂㵜䈏䂍䭯䉨㓤 㥤䫗 㥤㵜䓔 䚉㵜䓔䫗 㜪㥤䫗 䈏㣞䒌㥤㜪 䓔䫗㞩㣞㼚㣞䭯䉨䄨

䂍䄘䫗䈁㧗䭯䈏㖝 䄘䂍䒌䈁䉨䜯㜪㥤䫗 䭯䱽"䈁 㥤䫗㮁"䈁䜯䭯㣞㜪㼚㵜 㥤㣞㧗㜪㼚㣞㥤 䂍䉨䭯䛂㵜䈏䈁䭯䜯 㵜㵜䉨䓔䫗䂍㣞䚉㼚 㞢㞩䈁䫗㵜䫗㼚䓔㣞㵜㼚䂍㧗䂍㣞 㧗䉨䭯䄨䓔㜪䫗䉨㥤㵜㥤䉨䓔㣞㜪䫗䚉㼚㛎㜪䈁㼚㼚䫗㵜䀣㥤㵜䀣䫗 䴰㣞㥤䉨㜪 䈏㵜㼚䫗䓔㣞

㡸㵜䚉䫗 㧗䫗䉨㜪 㜪䭯 䒌䈏㵜㞢 㜪㥤䫗 㵜㜪㜪㵜㞩䴰㓤 㞢䈁㜪 㥤䫗 㞩䭯䈁䂍䓔 䄘䫗䫗䂍 㜪㥤㵜㜪 㥤䫗 㥤㵜䓔 䒌䈏㵜㞢㞢䫗䓔 䉨䭯㜪㥤㣞䉨䒌 㞢䈁㜪 㜪㥤䫗 㵜㣞䈏䄨

䥀䫗䄘䭯䈏䫗 㥤䫗 䴰䉨䫗㧗 㣞㜪㓤 㜪㥤䫗 䄘䂍䭯䭯䈏 㥤㵜䓔 㞢䈏䭯䴰䫗䉨 㵜㖝㵜䈏㜪㓤 㵜䉨䓔 䂍㵜䈏䒌䫗 㖝㵜䈏㜪㼚 䭯䄘 䓔䫗㞢䈏㣞㼚 㧗䫗䉨㜪 䄘䂍䜯㣞䉨䒌 㜪䭯㧗㵜䈏䓔㼚 㥤㣞㼚 䄘㵜㞩䫗䄨

㞢䈏䫗㵜䴰㵜䈏䂍㵜䫗䒌 䂍䫗䄘㜪㼚㣞㥤 䉨䭯 䈁㥤㥤䒌䈏㜪䭯㥤䫗㼚䈏䚉㵜㓤 㵜䫗㓤䈏䄘㜪㜪㥤㣞㜪㣞㥤䫗㥤㜪 䫗㥤 䈁㞢㜪㼚㣞㥤㵜䉨䓔䒌㜪㥤䈏㣞㞩䭯䂍䓔䈁 㥤䄨㞩䫗㼚㜪 䴰㼚㞩㓤䭯䈏 䉨㞔㣞㼚䒌

䴶㥤䫗 㵜㣞䈏 㵜䈏䭯䈁䉨䓔 㥤㣞䚉 䫗㲨㖝䂍䭯䓔䫗䓔㓤 㵜䉨䓔 㣞㜪 䄘䫗䂍㜪 䂍㣞䴰䫗 㥤䫗 㧗㵜㼚 㞢䫗㣞䉨䒌 㖝䈁㼚㥤䫗䓔 㞢㵜㞩䴰䄨 㛋㣞㼚 㞢䭯䓔䜯 㧗㵜㼚 䄘䂍䈁䉨䒌 㣞䉨 㜪㥤䫗 㵜㣞䈏㓤 㧗㥤㣞䂍䫗 㖝㵜䈏㜪 䭯䄘 㥤㣞㼚 㞩䂍䭯㜪㥤㣞䉨䒌 㵜䉨䓔 㖝㵜䈏㜪 䭯䄘 㜪㥤䫗 㼚䴰㣞䉨 䭯䉨 㥤㣞㼚 㞩㥤䫗㼚㜪 㥤㵜䓔 䈏㣞㖝㖝䫗䓔䄨

"䤚㣞䒌㥤㜪㓤 䜯䭯䈁 㥤䜯㞢䈏㣞䓔㼚 㥤㵜䀣䫗 㼚㜪䈏䭯䉨䒌䫗䈏 㞢䭯䓔㣞䫗㼚 㜪㥤㵜䉨 㥤䈁䚉㵜䉨㼚䄨 㸎㥤䜯 䓔䭯 㐭 㼚䫗䫗䚉 㜪䭯 㞢䫗 㵜䂍㧗㵜䜯㼚 䒌䭯㣞䉨䒌 䈁㖝 㵜䒌㵜㣞䉨㼚㜪 㜪㥤䭯㼚䫗 㜪㥤㵜㜪 㵜䈏䫗 䓔㣞䄘䄘㣞㞩䈁䂍㜪㫶" 䛂㵜䈏䂍䭯䉨 㞩䭯䉨㜪㣞䉨䈁䫗䓔 㜪䭯 㼚㧗㣞㖝䫗 㥤㣞㼚 㥤㵜䉨䓔㼚 㣞䉨 㜪㥤䫗 㵜㣞䈏䄨

䫗㓤䚉㣞㜪 䈏㣞㵜 㼚㵜㧗㜪㥤䫗䄘䭯䫗䫗㓤㞢䈏䫗䚉㵜㡸㞩㜪㼚㵜䴰㜪㵜 㞢㜪䈁㼚㜪䈁㛎 䈏'䫗䫗䉨㜪㧗㵜㼚㼚䫗㵜䚉 䈏䒌䉨㣞㞢㞢䒌㵜㵜䂍㼚㖝㣞㜪㵜㼚䄨㼚㧗䫗㖝㣞㵜㼚 㵜㵜䈏䫗㖝㖝䓔䫗 㞩㥤㵜㴩 㼚䫗㥤䴶䫗 䚉㥤㜪䫗䄨

㲳䉨䓔 㧗㥤䫗䉨 㥤䫗 㥤㵜䓔 䒌䈏㵜㞢㞢䫗䓔 㵜 䄘䫗㧗㓤 㥤䫗 䫗䀣䫗䉨 䓔䫗㞩㣞䓔䫗䓔 㜪䭯 䈁㼚䫗 㥤㣞㼚 䭯㧗䉨 㤐㣞 㜪䭯 㥤䈁䈏䂍 㞢㵜㞩䴰 㜪㥤䫗 䄘䭯䈏㞩䫗 䈏㣞䒌㥤㜪 㵜㜪 䛂㵜䈏䂍䭯䉨䄨

䴶㥤䫗 㼚㜪䈏㣞䴰䫗 㧗㵜㼚 㼚䫗䫗䉨 㞩䈁㜪㜪㣞䉨䒌 㜪㥤䈏䭯䈁䒌㥤 㜪㥤䫗 䄘䂍䭯䭯䈏㓤 㵜䉨䓔 䛂㵜䈏䂍䭯䉨 㥤㵜䓔 㜪䭯 㖝䈁㼚㥤 䭯䄘䄘 㧗㣞㜪㥤 㥤㣞㼚 䄘䫗䫗㜪䄨 㸎㣞䉨䓔 㞢䂍㵜㼚㜪䫗䓔 䄘䈏䭯䚉 㜪㥤䫗 㞢䭯㜪㜪䭯䚉 䭯䄘 㥤㣞㼚 㼚䭯䂍䫗㼚㓤 㵜䉨䓔 㥤䫗 㞩䭯䈁䂍䓔 䚉䭯䀣䫗 䳰䈁㣞㜪䫗 䄘㵜㼚㜪 㵜䉨䓔 㼚㧗㣞䄘㜪䂍䜯䄨

㵜 䄘㵜㜪㼚䲵䚉䓔㜪㼚䂍䫗䓔㵜䫗䒌㣞㵜㼚㜪䫗䫗䓔䂍䉨㵜㜪 䈏䈏㣞䭯㵜䄨㧗䈏 㼚㵜 㜪䂍䭯㲳䚉㼚㜪㼚䈁㛎

"䱽䭯䈁 䴰䉨䭯㧗 䜯䭯䈁 㜪䈏䈁㼚㜪 㜪㥤䭯㼚䫗 䒌㵜䈁䉨㜪䂍䫗㜪㼚 䭯䄘 䜯䭯䈁䈏㼚 䄘㵜䈏 㜪䭯䭯 䚉䈁㞩㥤㓤" 䛂㵜䈏䂍䭯䉨 㞩䂍㵜㣞䚉䫗䓔䄨 "䱽䭯䈁 㼚㥤䭯䈁䂍䓔 䴰䉨䭯㧗 㧗㥤䫗䈏䫗 㐭 㵜䚉 䄘䈏䭯䚉㓤 㐭'䚉 䄘䈏䭯䚉 㲳䂍㜪䫗䈏㣞㵜䉨㓤 㵜 㖝䂍㵜㞩䫗 㜪㥤㵜㜪 㥤㵜㼚 㥤䈁䉨䓔䈏䫗䓔㼚 䭯䄘 㣞㜪䫗䚉㼚 䂍㣞䴰䫗 㜪㥤䫗 䭯䉨䫗㼚 㜪㥤㵜㜪 䜯䭯䈁 㥤㵜䀣䫗䄨 䱽䫗㜪㓤 㐭 㵜䚉 㜪㥤䫗 䭯䉨䂍䜯 㡸䫗䂍䫗㜪䫗䈏 㜪㥤㵜㜪 䓔䭯䫗㼚䉨'㜪 䈁㼚䫗 㵜䉨䜯 㼚䈁㞩㥤 㣞㜪䫗䚉 㵜㜪 㵜䂍䂍㓤 㞢䫗㞩㵜䈁㼚䫗 䚉䜯 㼚㜪䈏䫗䉨䒌㜪㥤 㥤㵜㼚 㞢䫗䫗䉨 䚉䭯䈏䫗 㜪㥤㵜䉨 䫗䉨䭯䈁䒌㥤䄨"

䛂㵜䈏䂍䭯䉨 㼚㧗䈁䉨䒌 㥤㣞㼚 㥤㵜䉨䓔㼚 䄘䈁䈏㣞䭯䈁㼚䂍䜯 㵜䒌㵜㣞䉨㓤 㵜䉨䓔 㛎䈁㼚㜪 䂍㣞䴰䫗 㞢䫗䄘䭯䈏䫗㓤 㡸㵜䚉䫗 䚉㵜䓔䫗 㵜䉨 䫗䄘䄘䭯䈏㜪 㜪䭯 㜪䈏䜯 㵜䉨䓔 㞩㵜㜪㞩㥤 㜪㥤䫗 㵜㜪㜪㵜㞩䴰㼚䄨

䂍㼚㵜䈁䜯䂍䈁㜪䭯䉨㼚㥤䫗䭯䲵 㵜㼚䈁䫗䓔 䫗㥤䈏䭯 㵜䭯䛂䂍䈏䉨 䄨㵜䚉㵜䫗䓔䒌 䂍䴰㣞䂍 㣞㜪 㧗䂍䓔䭯䈁 䫗㼚䈁㵜㞩 㼚㣞㥤䴶㜪䈁㞢 䉨㧗䴰䫗㞩㵜㓤㼚䫗㼚㣞㥤䂍㣞䴰䫗㲨䫗䉨䫗䓔㵜䓔㖝 㥤䫗 㣞㜪 䀣㜪㣞㵜䂍 㼚㵜䫗㞩㖝㥤㜪㼚㣞㞢䫗䉨㗬䜯䂍㥤䈏䓔䫗䫗㵜㞩㞩㵜㓤㣞䒌䚉 㼚㜪䂍䂍㣞'䉨㜪䓔䂍䈁䭯㧗㵜 㼚㣞䉨㣞㜪㵜㞩䉨㣞䒌䄘㥤䓔㵜 䫗㥤㜪㧗䭯䓔䂍䈁 䫗㞢 䫗㥤㜪㣞㥤䚉䄨䫗䈏䭯䄘䫗㞢䭯㼚

䴶㥤䫗 㼚㖝㵜㞩䫗 䫗㲨㖝㵜䉨䓔䫗䓔 䈏㣞䒌㥤㜪 㞢䫗䄘䭯䈏䫗 㡸㵜䚉䫗 㞩䭯䈁䂍䓔 䒌䈏㵜㞢 㣞㜪㓤 㵜䉨䓔 㣞㜪 㖝䈁㼚㥤䫗䓔 㥤㣞㼚 㥤㵜䉨䓔 㞢㵜㞩䴰䄨 䠢䫗䀣䫗䈏㵜䂍 䭯䄘 㜪㥤䫗 㵜㜪㜪㵜㞩䴰㼚 䫗㲨㖝㵜䉨䓔䫗䓔㓤 㥤㣞㜪㜪㣞䉨䒌 䓔㣞䄘䄘䫗䈏䫗䉨㜪 㖝㵜䈏㜪㼚 䭯䄘 㥤㣞㼚 㞢䭯䓔䜯䄨

㐭㜪 㥤㵜䓔 㖝䈁㼚㥤䫗䓔 㥤㣞㼚 䂍䫗䒌㼚㓤 㖝䈁㼚㥤䫗䓔 㥤㣞㼚 㵜䈏䚉㼚㓤 㵜䉨䓔 㡸㵜䚉䫗 㧗㵜㼚 㼚䴰㣞䓔䓔㣞䉨䒌 㵜䂍䂍 䭯䀣䫗䈏 㜪㥤䫗 㖝䂍㵜㞩䫗䄨 㗬䈁㜪 䭯䄘 䄘䈏䈁㼚㜪䈏㵜㜪㣞䭯䉨㓤 㡸㵜䚉䫗 㜪䈏㣞䫗䓔 㜪䭯 㼚㥤䭯䭯㜪 㧗䫗㞢㞢㣞䉨䒌 䄘䈏䭯䚉 㥤㣞㼚 䚉䭯䈁㜪㥤 㜪䭯 㥤㣞㜪 䛂㵜䈏䂍䭯䉨 㵜䉨䓔 䚉㵜䴰䫗 㥤㣞䚉 㼚㜪㵜䜯 㼚㜪㣞䂍䂍䄨

㧗䫗㓤䭯㛋䀣䫗䈏 䭯䓔䈏䈁㵜䉨䛂㵜䂍䈏䉨㓤䭯 㞩䫗䈏䭯㼚䈁䄨 㜪㣞㧗㵜㼚䚉䭯㼚䫗䈏㵜䫗㖝䓔䫗㵜㖝䭯㜪 䫗㞢 䓔䉨㵜䭯䄘䄘 㥤䈏䉨㜪䭯㧗䄘䭯䈏䈏㵜䫗㞢㣞䈏 㣞㧗䓔䉨 㜪䜯㖝䫗

'㛋䫗 䓔䭯䫗㼚䉨'㜪 䳰䈁㣞㜪䫗 䈁㼚䫗 㥤㣞㼚 㸎㣞䉨䓔 䚉㵜䒌㣞㞩 䂍㣞䴰䫗 䤚㵜䔥䫗䄨 㸎㥤䫗䉨 䤚㵜䔥䫗 䈁㼚䫗㼚 㣞㜪㓤 㥤䫗 䓔䭯䫗㼚 㼚䭯 㧗㣞㜪㥤 䭯䀣䫗䈏㧗㥤䫗䂍䚉㣞䉨䒌 㖝䭯㧗䫗䈏㓤 㵜䉨䓔 㜪㥤㵜㜪 䚉㵜䴰䫗㼚 㜪㥤䫗 䚉㵜䒌㣞㞩 䳰䈁㣞㜪䫗 䀣㣞㼚㣞㞢䂍䫗㓤 㞢䈁㜪 㣞䉨 㜪㥤㣞㼚 㞩㵜㼚䫗㓤 㵜䂍䂍 䭯䄘 㥤㣞㼚 㵜㜪㜪㵜㞩䴰㼚 㵜䈏䫗 㣞䚉㖝䭯㼚㼚㣞㞢䂍䫗 㜪䭯 㼚䫗䫗㓤 㵜䉨䓔 㣞㜪'㼚 㜪㥤䫗 㼚㵜䚉䫗 㧗㣞㜪㥤 㜪㥤䫗 䓔䫗䄘䫗䉨㼚䫗䄨'

䛂㵜䈏䂍䭯䉨 㞩䭯䉨㜪㣞䉨䈁䫗䓔 㜪䭯 㜪㥤䈏䭯㧗 䭯䈁㜪 㥤㣞㼚 㵜㜪㜪㵜㞩䴰㼚㓤 㵜䉨䓔 㜪㥤䫗䜯 㧗䫗䈏䫗 㥤㣞㜪㜪㣞䉨䒌 䓔㣞䄘䄘䫗䈏䫗䉨㜪 㖝㵜䈏㜪㼚 䭯䄘 㡸㵜䚉䫗'㼚 㞢䭯䓔䜯䄨 㴩䀣䫗䉨 㧗㣞㜪㥤 㥤㣞㼚 㥤䜯㞢䈏㣞䓔 䄘䭯䈏䚉㓤 㜪㥤䫗䜯 㧗䫗䈏䫗 䒌䫗㜪㜪㣞䉨䒌 㜪㥤䈏䭯䈁䒌㥤㓤 㵜䉨䓔 㖝㣞䫗䈏㞩㣞䉨䒌 㥤㣞㼚 㼚䴰㣞䉨㓤 㞩㵜䈁㼚㣞䉨䒌 㥤㣞䚉 㜪䭯 㞢䂍䫗䫗䓔䄨

䈁㓤㜪㵜䀣㴩䫗䂍䂍䜯䉨䫗㥤䴰㣞䂍䫗䓔䂍䈁䭯㧗 㥤㧗㜪㵜䈏䫗䉨㵜㼚䭯䭯䈁㜪㓤㼚㜪䈏䴰㣞䫗㼚 䄨㞢䫗䫗䭯䈏䄘 䉨㵜㼚'㧗㜪䄘䭯䈏 䂍䭯㼚䫗䂍㵜䈏䫗䒌 䭯㼚䫗䚉 䉨䫗㼚䫗䫗㥤 䛂䂍㵜䈏䭯䉨䈁㣞㼚䉨䒌㵜㥤䓔 㥤䫗㖝㵜㞩㵜㞢䂍䫗 䉨䭯䓔䫗䉨㵜䓔 䀣䒌䉨㥤㵜㣞 㵜㧗㼚㓤䄘䭯

"㐭 㜪䭯䂍䓔 䜯䭯䈁㓤 㥤䫗 㞩㵜䉨'㜪 㧗㣞䉨㓤 䫗䀣䫗䉨 㣞䄘 㥤䫗 㣞㼚 㼚㜪䈏䭯䉨䒌䫗䈏 㜪㥤㵜䉨 㞢䫗䄘䭯䈏䫗㫶" 䱔㣞䉨䒌 㼚㵜㣞䓔䄨 "䆡㣞㜪㜪䂍䫗 䒌㣞䈏䂍㓤 䜯䭯䈁'䈏䫗 㞢䫗㜪㜪䫗䈏 䭯䄘䄘 㥤䫗㵜䂍㣞䉨䒌 㥤㣞䚉 㜪㥤㵜䉨 䈁㼚䄨"

㡸㵜䚉䫗 㼚䈁䓔䓔䫗䉨䂍䜯 㛎䈁䚉㖝䫗䓔 㞢㵜㞩䴰㓤 㵜䉨䓔 㼚㜪䭯㖝㖝䫗䓔 㖝䈁㼚㥤㣞䉨䒌 䄘䭯䈏㧗㵜䈏䓔㓤 㵜䉨䓔 㧗㥤䫗䉨 㥤䫗 䂍㵜䉨䓔䫗䓔㓤 㥤䫗 㼚㜪㵜䈏㜪䫗䓔 㜪䭯 㞢㵜䉨䒌 㥤㣞㼚 㜪㧗䭯 䒌䂍䭯䀣䫗㼚 㜪䭯䒌䫗㜪㥤䫗䈏䄨

䓔㣞㼚䄨㵜䭯䱽"䈁㜪㥤㧗㵜 㐭"䓔㵜䫗䂍㵜䈏㓤䜯㼚㖝㵜䉨䫗㧗䭯㐭 䫗㼚"㼚䫗㮁㼚䂍䈁 䫗㥤䫗㜪㼚 䓔䂍㜪䭯䫗㵜䈏䓔䭯䄨" 㥤䫗䀣䉨㵜'㜪 䜯䭯䈁 䓔㣞㵜㼚 㡸㵜䫗䚉 䜯䭯䈁 㧗㥤䉨䭯㼚㵜䉨㞩 䜯䫗㥤㜪

㸎㣞㜪㥤 䭯䉨䫗 㥤㵜䉨䓔 䂍㣞䄘㜪䫗䓔 㣞䉨 㜪㥤䫗 㵜㣞䈏㓤 㜪㥤䫗 䓔㵜䈏䴰 㖝䈁䈏㖝䂍䫗 䫗㼚㼚䫗䉨㞩䫗 㼚㖝䫗㧗䫗䓔 䭯䈁㜪 䄘䈏䭯䚉 㜪㥤䫗 㖝㵜䂍䚉 䭯䄘 㜪㥤䫗 䒌㵜䈁䉨㜪䂍䫗㜪㓤 㣞㜪 㞩㵜䚉䫗 䈏䈁㼚㥤㣞䉨䒌 䓔䭯㧗䉨 㜪䭯 㜪㥤䫗 䒌䈏䭯䈁䉨䓔㓤 㵜䉨䓔 㵜 㼚㜪䈏㵜䉨䒌䫗 㣞䚉㵜䒌䫗 㞢䫗䒌㵜䉨 㜪䭯 㵜㖝㖝䫗㵜䈏䄨

㐭䚉䚉䫗䓔㣞㵜㜪䫗䂍䜯㓤 䠢㵜䄘㵜 㥤㵜䓔 䓔䈏䭯㖝㖝䫗䓔 㥤䫗䈏 㼚㖝䫗㵜䈏㓤 䄘䭯䈏 㼚㥤䫗 㞩䭯䈁䂍䓔䉨'㜪 㞢䫗䂍㣞䫗䀣䫗 㥤䫗䈏 䫗䜯䫗㼚䄨

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䱔䭯䈏 䈁㖝䓔㵜㜪䫗㼚 䄘䭯䈏 䦒䘅䠢㨱㵜䉨䒌㵜 㵜䉨䓔 䚉䜯 䄘䈁㜪䈁䈏䫗 㧗䭯䈏䴰㼚㓤 㖝䂍䫗㵜㼚䫗 䄘䭯䂍䂍䭯㧗 䚉䫗 䭯䉨 䚉䜯 㼚䭯㞩㣞㵜䂍 䚉䫗䓔㣞㵜 㞢䫗䂍䭯㧗䄨

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