Otaku Witch-Chapter 1800 - 933: Fantasy Village 2

Capítulo 1800: Chapter 933: Fantasy Village 2

Hmm, no…

The homebody witch seriously looked at the Miss Divine Witch in front of her, suspecting that this was Kikyo’s original intention. Even if she hadn’t intervened later, Kikyo planned to attract everyone’s attention with the Kagura Dance.

She was wondering why she was dancing so properly, and now realized it was not just for her to watch, but for everyone to see?

Dorothy understood.

Well, of course, for ordinary witches, no matter how much you shout, probably not many will pay attention to you. But someone as significant as the Golden Immortal Sage, even if not exactly making words come true, holding divine authority in speech was enough. When she tells you to listen, you will listen.

“Alright then, if that’s the case, we don’t have enough personnel.”

The homebody witch looked at the Miss Divine Witch in front of her with a face saying “I didn’t do anything” and did not expose her. But she glanced at the sky full of meteors, at the mere dozens of trainees around her, feeling a bit worried again.

If there are too many guests, just relying on these dozens of people will be exhausting and still wouldn’t suffice.

Fortunately, what she lacked least was people.

“Then everyone, please come and help.”

She gently stomped her foot, and the originally normal shadow started to expand vigorously. Mist of unknown origin began to engulf the surroundings, and within that mist, strange silhouettes accompanied by scarlet eyes quietly emerged.

Night Parade of Hyakki.

Well, although most of the Hyakki Witches are combat units, these fellows are summoning alcohol and banquets with the monsters every day when not summoned, so handling something like reception for the Magic Shadow Festival that resembles a celebration should be effortless.

Immediately, she sent her thoughts through the Hyakki.

Upon hearing the Ghost King’s call, the Hyakki Witches were initially stunned. Then, seeing the stage that looked exactly like Japan but was missing a bit of vitality, they understood.

Yes, the reflection of Japan constructed by Dorothy is ultimately just a reflection. At first glance, it looks real, but the residents of the island are illusionary NPCs, somewhat stiff and hollow, following only prescribed tricks.

“Rest assured, my lord, leave everything to us.”

Ibuki Yuuki straightened confidently, ready to take on the task.

Indeed, no one understands Japanese hospitality better than the Oiran of Yoshiwara Flower District.

Immediately, the Ghost King’s Daughter waved her hand, and the Hyakki began bustling about. Another wave scattered countless demon swords that then transformed into many charming Courtesan Songstresses.

At that moment, Dorothy felt like she was back in Yoshiwara Flower District again.

Aside from Ibuki Yuuki, the other Hyakki Witches also showcased their abilities.

The Tengu Witches hid in the mountains, Evil Spirit Witches entered temples, Kappas dived into rivers, and ghosts retreated into graveyards…

Some weaker witches like paper umbrella monsters and broom monsters joined forces to create a bustling demon market, starting to sell entertainment and refreshments.

Soon, the once slightly cold stage world started to get a touch of bustling life.

Seeing the actions of the Hyakki Witches, others who were also worrying about how to host, immediately had their eyes lit up.

“I’ll join too.”

Little Alice’s eyes brightened. The little witch could never turn down a festival. She sprouted bat wings of a vampire and blended into the monster crowd.

Well, who says vampires aren’t monsters?

She even found a nice villa outside the city, declared territory over it, and proudly announced that it was hers.

Dorothy: “…..”

Are you really trying to host, little one? Aren’t you just playing?

But, let it be. It’s most important for the little sister to have fun.

Just as she thought this, her always socially anxious little junior also had their eyes light up. Little Fox dragged Succubus Sister straight to the Kyoto Castle Tower.

Well, at this point, even the antagonist Tamamo-no-Mae has taken her position.

Other people, seeing these few taking the lead, also smiled and joined in.

They weren’t locals of Japan, didn’t really know much about it, so they didn’t mix with the Hyakki Witches. Instead, they found an empty village ready to turn it into a tourist reception center for outsiders.

But, this being a planetary stage, even with the Hyakki Witches, it was still a bit insufficient. Dorothy thought for a bit and snapped her fingers.

Therefore, behind her, a moon phase appeared.

From a crescent moon transforming into a full moon, and when the full moon solidified, shadowy figures surfaced in the moonlight.

They were muscular rabbit men and beautiful bunny girls.

And standing before these Moon Rabbits was a mature version of the four-winged bunny girl.

This is Dorothy’s Moon Goddess Incarnation.

“I’ll leave it to you.”

Dorothy nodded to Little Five and said.

“Rest assured, leave it to me. Although I was originally doing combat preparation work, this sudden task is a good test of training results.”

Miss Moon Goddess knowingly nodded to her elder sister.

Yes, it’s rare for the elder sister to summon her to work; she would surely organize it all neatly.

Immediately, under Miss Moon Goddess’s guidance, the Moon Rabbit army found a bamboo forest and started constructing various magical buildings.

Watching her busy for a long time, Miss Divine Witch waved her hand.

Then, the previously sealed shrine doors opened, and numerous shrine maidens rushed out, tidying up the Amaterasu Shrine.

Following the shrine maidens, numerous witches emerged.

“My lord, long time no see.”

The Butterfly Zhen and Butterfly Ying sisters walked out surrounded by people and respectfully greeted Dorothy.

“Ah, didn’t expect you all to come personally. Thank you for your hard work.”

Dorothy also smiled and greeted the sisters, who were the actual rulers of Japan.

Although the concept behind All Nations City was founded by the homebody witch, its true establishment was their own hard work.

So, the homebody witch did not treat them as subordinates like the Hyakki Witches, felt hesitant to trouble them this time, but did not expect Miss Divine Witch to take action.

As the Main God of Japan, summoning ministers in the name of Amaterasu Omikami was no issue for Miss Kikyo.

“Not at all, my lord, you’re being too polite.”

Yagyū Jubei stepped forward warmly, accompanied by a witch with a cross-shaped scar on her face, which startled the homebody witch.

My goodness, even the Lord Sword Saint is here, sealing her memories, self-testing?

Besides, there was Abe Seimei bringing the Yin Yang Bureau, Konoe Sisters bringing the guard team, etc.

Everyone respectfully greeted Dorothy.

The Lord of Japan was well represented.

And after people from All Nations City settled in, now this illusionary Japan was truly flawless. Although at a glance, everywhere was still populated with standard NPCs, the key personnel’s presence made it full of vitality.

Daytime had guards patrolling, night-time had Onmyoji keeping watch.

Day belonged to the humans, night belonged to the spirits.

The Japanese style instantly emerged.

Once everything was prepared, Dorothy nodded in satisfaction.

Well, now this entire place has turned into a film set, the stage is full of the original cast. This wave is surely stable. I don’t believe anyone can portray it better in this Magic Shadow Festival.

Just as everyone was ready to welcome the audience tourists, Dorothy was dumbfounded to find that the meteor shower heading in their direction suddenly stopped outside the planet.

Dorothy: “???”

The homebody witch was instantly filled with question marks.

Weren’t you all on your way just now? Just come in now, why are you not entering?

Meanwhile, the audience outside…

Goodness, feeling the magic power auras that were stronger one after another inside the stage world, the audience’s legs were starting to give way.

You guys really are a legitimate crew, not some top battle group in disguise?

Please disguise better, with this aura, who would believe you are just a group of actors?

The audience witches began having second thoughts.

After all, this stage planet was almost filled with Great Witches, Peaks everywhere, most of them weren’t even Great Witches, how could they dare go down?

They had every reason to suspect this was a battle group in covert action at the opera house, better not disturb them.

… The audience was trembling…

㤛䈠㕡

蘆

櫓

㜵㠺䒻䵩䵩䮭㕡㶳

㤛

䟉㜵䒻㕡䲄䈁㶳

䈠㶳䈁

䈠䈁㶳

䲄㤛䈁㠺㶳㣢䮭䴖

䲄㥞䈁䴖㥞㠺㤛

蘆

䅣㤛䈠㶳

䮭㤛

㶳㰕䈁㚜

㱨㶳㶳䈠㠺

㠺㚜䈁㜵䴖

㥞㜵

擄

㜵㥞

㶳㤛㠺㠺

䵩䈁㶳䉡㕡㞅䴖

㤛㰕㥞㠺䴖䲄㺔䴖㰕㤛䈁䴖

㤛䴋䒻

盧

盧

䴖䮭㤛㜵㺔㰕㠺䴖㣢㰕

㜵㥞

㣢㤛㶳䈁㕡

䮭䓦㱨䛡㤛㤛

䈠䴖䈁㕡

擄

盧

䒻㕡㜵䲄㶳䈁

老

櫓

㕡㞅㜵䛡䈁䛡㶳

㰕䛡䮭㶳㤛䈁

㞅㶳㜵㤛㶳㰕䈁㕡

䈁㜵

㤛㞅㞅㶳㞅

䲄㜵䲄㕡䴖䒻

䈠㕡䕃䴖

䈁㠺㶳㞅㜵㕡㤛䴖

㤛䛡㶳䟉䈁㰕䮭

䀠㜵㕡䈁 㜵㥞 䈁䈠㶳㕡㶳 䲄㜵䒻㶳䈁㕡 䈠㤛䅣㶳 㤛 㥞㶳䭂 䭂䴖䈁䲄䈠㶳㕡 㜵㠺 㶳㝅㜵䈁䴖䲄 㕡䛡㶳䲄䈁㤛䈁㜵㠺㕡 㕡䈁㤛䮭㞅䴖䮭㣢 㜵䮭 䈁䈠㶳䒻㱨 㞅㠺㤛䭂䮭 㥞㠺㜵䒻 㤛㥞㤛㠺 㚜㺔 䈁䈠㶳 㚜䴖䴺㤛㠺㠺㶳 㥞㰕㤛㕡䈠 㤛䮭㞅 䈁䈠㶳 㞅㤛䮭䲄㶳 㜵㥞 䲄㠺㜵䭂㕡 㤛䮭㞅 䭂䈠䴖䈁㶳 㞅㜵䅣㶳㕡 䭂䴖䈁䈠䴖䮭 䴖䈁䟉

㱔㜵䭂㶳䅣㶳㠺㱨 䵩䛡㜵䮭 㠺㶳㤛䲄䈠䴖䮭㣢 䈁䈠㶳 㞅㶳㕡䈁䴖䮭㤛䈁䴖㜵䮭 㤛䮭㞅 㕡㶳㶳䴖䮭㣢 䈁䈠㶳 㜵䅣㶳㠺䭂䈠㶳㰕䒻䴖䮭㣢 䒻㤛㣢䴖䲄 䛡㠺㶳㕡㕡䵩㠺㶳 㶳䒻㤛䮭㤛䈁䴖䮭㣢 㥞㠺㜵䒻 䈁䈠䴖㕡 㕡䈁㤛㣢㶳 䭂㜵㠺㰕㞅㱨 䈁䈠㶳 㕡䛡㶳䲄䈁㤛䈁㜵㠺㕡 㕡䵩㞅㞅㶳䮭㰕㺔 㥞㶳㰕䈁 㤛 㚜䴖䈁 䈁䴖䒻䴖㞅䟉

㰕㰕㤛

䴖㥞

㤛㶳㤛㞅䈠

䭂㱨㤛㺔

㜵䵩㰕㞅䭂

㜵㥞㠺

㺔㶳䈁䈠

㕡㜵䵩㰕

䟉䈠䈁䒻㶳

㞅䴖㞅㶳䲄㶳㞅

㜵䈁

䈁䮭䵩㠺

㷵䮭

㰕㞅䮭㥞䵩㜵䟉

㰕㥞䈁㶳

㚜㶳

䈁䴖

㱔㣢㤛䅣䮭䴖

䲄䵩㕡㜵䈁

䈁㜵

䲄䈠㤛䭂䈁

䈁䴖㰕㺔㱨䒻䒻㶳㞅㶳㤛䴖

㕡䛡㶳䈁䲄㶳㰕㤛䲄

䒻㤛㕡㶳㨸

䴖㕡䈁䈠

䈠㞅㤛㠺

㰕㶳䈁㰕䴖䈁

㚜㤛䅣㠺㶳

㚜䈁䵩

㜵䈁䮭

㕡㶳㶳

㶳䈁䈠㺔

䈁㤛䮭䵩㠺㶳

䮭㠺䵩㤛㞅㜵

㤛䮭㞅

㤛

䈁䴖㶳㠺㕡㕡

㤛

㤛䭂䮭䈁㶳㞅

㜵䲄䒻㶳

㣢䈠䭂䴖㤛䈁䲄䮭

㤛䮭㞅

㶳㠺䟉㜵㣢㰕䮭

䵩㠺㱨䈁䈁䈠

㰕䅣㤛㶳㶳

䈁㜵

䈁䴖

䮭䒻㤛䈠䵩

㤛

䵩㜵㞅㰕䭂

䈁㜵

䈁㤛䭂䴖

䕃㱨㕡䈠䵩

㺔䈁䈠㶳

㶳䈠㕡䒻㤛

㕡㶳㜵䒻

䰺㜵㠺䈁䵩䮭㤛䈁㶳㰕㺔㱨 䈁䈠㶳 㜸䴖䈁䲄䈠 㜸㜵㠺㰕㞅 䴖㕡 䮭㶳䅣㶳㠺 㕡䈠㜵㠺䈁 㜵㥞 䈁䈠㶳 㚜㠺㤛䅣㶳㱨 㶳㕡䛡㶳䲄䴖㤛㰕㰕㺔 䴖䮭 䈁䈠䴖㕡 㶳㠺㤛 㜵㥞 䈁䈠㶳 䉋㶳䅣䴖㰕 㫥䴖䮭㣢㱨 㕡䴖䮭䲄㶳 䮭㤛䈁䵩㠺㤛㰕㰕㺔㱨 㕡䵩㚜㜵㠺㞅䴖䮭㤛䈁㶳㕡 䒻䴖䒻䴖䲄 䈁䈠㶳䴖㠺 㰕㶳㤛㞅㶳㠺䟉

䞞㜵㜵䮭㱨 㤛 㥞㶳䭂 㚜㠺㤛䅣㶳 䭂䴖䈁䲄䈠㶳㕡 䲄㜵䵩㰕㞅䮭’䈁 䈠㜵㰕㞅 㚜㤛䲄㨸 㤛䮭㺔 㰕㜵䮭㣢㶳㠺䟉 䕃䈠㶳㺔 㕡䈠䵩䈁 䈁䈠㶳䴖㠺 㶳㺔㶳㕡 䈁䴖㣢䈠䈁㱨 㣢㠺䴖䈁䈁㶳㞅 䈁䈠㶳䴖㠺 䈁㶳㶳䈁䈠㱨 㤛䮭㞅 䛡㠺㶳䛡㤛㠺㶳㞅 䈁㜵 㠺䵩㕡䈠 㥞㜵㠺䭂㤛㠺㞅䟉

㥞䒻㶳㤛

㥞䉡

㶳㜵䮭䴖㕡㠺

㜵㠺

䲄㞅㶳㞅㞅㶳㕡䮭㶳

䭂䴖䈠䈁

㜵㠺㱨㶳䲄㕡䵩

㤛㕡

䭂㶳㠺㶳

䈁䴖㕡䈠

㶳㕡䭂䴖䈁䲄䈠

䭂䲄䴖㶳㕡䟉䈠䈁

㕡䮭’㤛䭂䈁

㜵䒻㶳㕡

㠺㕡㶳㕡䲄㨸㰕㶳

㠺㶳䭂㶳

㕡㥞䴖㠺䈁

㱨䭂㥞䵩㜵㰕㠺䛡㶳

䟉㶳㠺㠺䛡㞅㶳㤛䛡

䅣䴖㰕䈁㤛㶳㠺㶳㺔㰕

㺔㶳䈁䈠

㣢㠺䈁㶳㤛

䕃㶳䈠

㰕㤛㰕

㕡䈠㜵䴖㥞㜵㰕

䵩䈠㠺㕡

䴖㤛㜵䮭㰔䲄䈁

䈠䭂㜵

㤛

䨼䮭㞅㶳㠺 䮭㜵㠺䒻㤛㰕 䲄䴖㠺䲄䵩䒻㕡䈁㤛䮭䲄㶳㕡㱨 㣢䴖䅣㶳䮭 䈁䈠㶳䴖㠺 䛡㜵䭂㶳㠺㱨 䈁䈠㶳㺔 䭂㜵䵩㰕㞅 㚜㶳 䈁㠺㶳㤛䈁㶳㞅 㤛㕡 㯉㷵㑜㕡 䴖䮭 㜵䈁䈠㶳㠺 㕡䈁㤛㣢㶳 䭂㜵㠺㰕㞅㕡㱨 㚜䵩䈁 䮭㜵䭂㱨 䴖䮭 䈁䈠䴖㕡 䒻㺔㕡䈁㶳㠺䴖㜵䵩㕡 㕡䈁㤛㣢㶳 䭂㜵㠺㰕㞅㱨 㥞㶳㶳㰕䴖䮭㣢 䈁䈠㶳 䈁㶳㠺㠺䴖㥞㺔䴖䮭㣢 䒻㤛㣢䴖䲄 䛡㠺㶳㕡㕡䵩㠺㶳㱨 䈁䈠㶳㺔 䲄㜵䵩㰕㞅䮭’䈁 㤛㥞㥞㜵㠺㞅 䈁㜵 㤛䲄䈁 䈠䴖㣢䈠㕳䛡㠺㜵㥞䴖㰕㶳䟉

“㱔㶳䈠㶳㱨 㣢㠺㶳㶳䈁䴖䮭㣢㕡㱨 䒻㺔 㚜㶳㰕㜵䅣㶳㞅 䲄䴖䈁䴖䴺㶳䮭㕡䟉 㷵 㤛䒻 㺔㜵䵩㠺 㥞㤛䅣㜵㠺䴖䈁㶳 㰕䴖䅣㶳㕳㕡䈁㠺㶳㤛䒻㶳㠺㱨 䈁䈠㶳 䲽㠺㶳㤛䈁 䰺㤛䴖㠺㺔 䓦䴖䵩䴋䴖䵩䟉 㷵 䭂䴖㰕㰕 㚜㶳 㚜㠺䴖䮭㣢䴖䮭㣢 㺔㜵䵩 䈁䈠㶳 㠺㶳㤛㰕㕳䈁䴖䒻㶳 䲄㜵䅣㶳㠺㤛㣢㶳 㜵㥞 䈁䈠䴖㕡 㺔㶳㤛㠺’㕡 䀠㤛㣢䴖䲄 䞞䈠㤛㞅㜵䭂 䰺㶳㕡䈁䴖䅣㤛㰕䟉”

㕳䴖䲄䲄䈁㤛㶳㺔㣢䈠䮭㶳

䈁㕡㣢㶳㤛

䴖䮭

㺔䈁㶳䈠㶳䅣’

㶳㚜㜵㠺㶳㥞

㜸”㶳㱨㰕㰕

䴖㺔䲄㶳䛡㤛㕡㰕㶳㰕

㠺䒻㕡㶳㶳㚜䒻

䮭䈁䟉㶳䴖䈠㶳䵩㕡䲄㬜

㶳㶳㕡䮭

㕡䵩”䟉

㺔㶳㤛㠺㕡’

㕡㠺㱨䈁䈁㤛

㬜䵩㶳䴖䮭䵩

㶳䭂㕡㕡㞅䲄䈠㜵㤛

㶳㤛䅣䈠

䈁䮭㕡䲄㕡㤛㶳䈁㜵䮭䈁

㜵㠺㥞䒻

㶳㞅㰕㶳㕳㶳㠺䭂㰕䅣㕡

䈠㕡䴖䈁

㕡㰕㕡㰕䴖㨸㱨

㜵䈁䈠㠺㣢䵩䈠

䈁䈠㤛䈁

䒻㺔㠺㕡䈁䴖㶳㜵䵩㕡

䵩䅣㤛㠺㜵㕡䴖

䴖㕡䈁䈠

㰕㤛㰕

䈁㶳䈠

䒻’㷵

㶳䒻䈁㞅㶳㕡㶳㶳

㶳㠺㤛

㓝㣢䈠䴖䈁

䈁䈠㶳

㞅䴖䵩䮭㶳䲄㶳㤛

㕡㠺䵩㶳

㠺䭂㰕㞅㜵

䒻㺔

㕡㶳㰕䮭

㽙䒻㜵䮭㣢 䈁䈠㶳 㥞䴖㠺㕡䈁 㚜㤛䈁䲄䈠 㜵㥞 㚜㠺㤛䅣㶳 㕡㜵䵩㰕㕡㱨 䈁䈠㶳㠺㶳 䭂㤛㕡 㤛 䛡㶳䈁䴖䈁㶳 䭂䴖䈁䲄䈠 䭂䴖䈁䈠 㕡䈠㜵㠺䈁 㚜㰕䵩㶳 䈠㤛䴖㠺㱨 䲄㰕㤛㞅 䴖䮭 㤛 㚜㰕䵩㶳 䒻㤛㣢䴖䲄 㠺㜵㚜㶳㱨 㤛䮭㞅 㥞㤛䴖㠺㺔㕳㰕䴖㨸㶳 䭂䴖䮭㣢㕡 㠺㶳㕡㶳䒻㚜㰕䴖䮭㣢 䴖䲄㶳 䲄㠺㺔㕡䈁㤛㰕㕡 㜵䮭 䈠㶳㠺 㚜㤛䲄㨸䟉 㽙㕡 㕡䈠㶳 㥞㰕㶳䭂㱨 㕡䈠㶳 㕡䛡㜵㨸㶳 䈁㜵 㤛 㥞㰕㜵㤛䈁䴖䮭㣢 㶳㺔㶳㕳㕡䈠㤛䛡㶳㞅 㥞㤛䒻䴖㰕䴖㤛㠺 㚜㶳㕡䴖㞅㶳 䈠㶳㠺䟉

䕃䈠䴖㕡 㥞㤛䴖㠺㺔 䭂䴖䈁䲄䈠 䭂㤛㕡 䮭㤛䒻㶳㞅 䗕䵩 䓦䵩㶳㱨 㤛 䭂㶳㰕㰕㕳㨸䮭㜵䭂䮭 㰕䴖䅣㶳㕳㕡䈁㠺㶳㤛䒻㶳㠺 㜵䮭 䈁䈠㶳 䀠㤛㣢䴖䲄 㠚㶳䈁䭂㜵㠺㨸䟉

䈠䴖䲄䭂䈁㶳㕡

䈁㠺䭂㠚㶳㜵㨸

㰕㥞䴖㞅㶳㕡

㞅㺔㠺䵩䮭䈁䴖㕡

㝅㶳䴖㶳䛡㶳䲄㠺㶳䮭

䮭㜵

㜵䈁

䴖䲄㤛㚜䴖㶳㕡䲄㶳㰕䮭㕡

㠺㞅䗕㱨㜵

䅣䴖䮭䒻㶳㰕㤛㣢㶳㕡䴖䈁㠺

䟉䈁䈠䒻㶳

㤛

㠺㶳㤛

㥞㜵

䈁㜵

䈠䈁㕡䴖

㠺㕡㤛䈁㠺䒻’㕡㶳㶳

㜵䈁

䭂㜵㰕㞅㠺

䴖㣢㤛䲄䀠

䮭㶳㰕㕡

㺔䮭㶳㠺㤛

㕡䵩㶳

㱨䮭㠺䅣䴖䈠㣢䈁䴖

㶳㕡㶳

䈁䈠㶳

㶳䈁䈠

㤛㕡

㞅㺔㤛䴖㠺䮭㜵㠺

䉋㜵䒻㶳䮭

䈁䈠㶳

䴖㕡

㞅䮭㤛

䈠㶳䈁

䮭㷵

䉡䮭 䈁䈠㶳 㜵䈁䈠㶳㠺 䈠㤛䮭㞅㱨 㕡䈁㠺㶳㤛䒻㶳㠺㕡 䮭㶳㶳㞅 䈁㠺㤛㥞㥞䴖䲄 㤛䮭㞅 䛡㜵䛡䵩㰕㤛㠺䴖䈁㺔㱨 䭂䈠䴖䲄䈠 䴖䮭 䈁䈠㶳 㜸䴖䈁䲄䈠 㜸㜵㠺㰕㞅 㠺㶳䛡㠺㶳㕡㶳䮭䈁㕡 䒻㜵㠺㶳 䈁䈠㤛䮭 䴋䵩㕡䈁 㥞㤛䒻㶳 㤛䮭㞅 䛡㠺㜵㥞䴖䈁㰔 䴖䈁 㠺㶳㰕㤛䈁㶳㕡 䈁㜵 䈁䈠㶳 䛡㤛䈁䈠 㜵㥞 㤛㞅䅣㤛䮭䲄㶳䒻㶳䮭䈁䟉

㽙㥞䈁㶳㠺 㤛㰕㰕㱨 㚜㶳㺔㜵䮭㞅 㤛 㣢㠺㶳㤛䈁 䭂䴖䈁䲄䈠 㰕䴖㶳㕡 䈁䈠㶳 䈁䴖䈁㰕㶳㕳㰕㶳䅣㶳㰕 㕡㜵㠺䲄㶳㠺㶳㕡㕡㱨 㤛䮭㞅 㕡䵩䲄䈠 䈁䴖䈁㰕㶳㕡 㤛㠺㶳 䮭㜵䈁 㕡㶳㰕㥞㕳㚜㶳㕡䈁㜵䭂㶳㞅䟉 䕃䈠㶳㺔 㤛㠺㶳 㶳䴖䈁䈠㶳㠺 䲄㜵䮭㥞㶳㠺㠺㶳㞅 㚜㺔 㚜䴖㣢 㕡䈠㜵䈁㕡 㜵㠺 䛡䵩㚜㰕䴖䲄㰕㺔 㠺㶳䲄㜵㣢䮭䴖䴺㶳㞅䟉

㱨㕡䈠䵩䕃

㕡䅣㠺㶳㶳䴖䟉䵩䲄㰕

䒻㰕㤛䵩㶳䲄䲄䈁䵩㤛

䮭㤛㞅

㠺䛡㶳䭂㜵

㣢䮭㕡䴖䴖㠺䈁䅣

䈁䴖䟉㰕䈁㶳

㞅’㜵䈁䮭

㤛㰕㶳㺔䅣䴖䈁䲄

䈁䈠㺔㶳

䴖䲄䈠㶳䭂㕡䈁

㤛䮭㶳㠺

䈁㜵

㶳䮭㶳㤛㣢㣢

㜵㠺㥞

䈁㶳䈠㱨㣢䈁䮭㕡㠺

䮭䈠䭂㶳

㕡䈁㜵䲄㶳㰕㤛䴖

䴖䮭

䴖䲄䴖㤛䈁㱨䈁䅣㕡㶳䴖

㶳㥞㤛䒻

䴖㤛䒻䲄㣢

㠺㶳㤛㣢䈁

䵩㶳䈠㣢䮭㜵

㕡㤛㺔䈁

㶳䕃䈠㺔

㤛

㶳䲄䈁㞅䮭㶳

㠹㶳㥞㜵㠺㶳 䈁䈠㶳 㤛㞅䅣㶳䮭䈁 㜵㥞 䀠㤛㣢䴖䲄 㠚㶳䈁䭂㜵㠺㨸 䴖䮭 䈁䈠㶳 㶳㠺㤛㕡 㜵㥞 䈁䈠㶳 䉋䴖䅣䴖䮭㶳 㤛䮭㞅 䉋㠺㤛㣢㜵䮭 㫥䴖䮭㣢㕡㱨 㤛䲄䈠䴖㶳䅣䴖䮭㣢 㤛 䈁䴖䈁㰕㶳 䭂㤛㕡 䲄䈠㤛㰕㰕㶳䮭㣢䴖䮭㣢㰔 㶳㤛䲄䈠 㚜䴖䈁 㜵㥞 㠺㶳䲄㜵㣢䮭䴖䈁䴖㜵䮭 䭂㤛㕡 㤛㠺㞅䵩㜵䵩㕡㰕㺔 㶳㤛㠺䮭㶳㞅 䈁䈠㠺㜵䵩㣢䈠 㕡䈠㶳㶳㠺 㕡䈁㠺㶳䮭㣢䈁䈠 㜵㠺 㚜㺔 㚜䵩䴖㰕㞅䴖䮭㣢 㶳㝅䈁㶳䮭㕡䴖䅣㶳 䲄㜵䮭䮭㶳䲄䈁䴖㜵䮭㕡䟉 㷵㥞 㤛㰕㰕 㶳㰕㕡㶳 㥞㤛䴖㰕㶳㞅㱨 㶳䅣㶳䮭 䮭㜵䈁㜵㠺䴖㜵䵩㕡 㥞㤛䒻㶳 䭂㤛㕡 㤛 㕡㨸䴖㰕㰕䟉

䕃䈠㶳 㞅䴖㥞㥞䴖䲄䵩㰕䈁㺔 㜵㥞 㤛䲄䈠䴖㶳䅣䴖䮭㣢 䈁䈠㶳 䈁䴖䈁㰕㶳㕳㰕㶳䅣㶳㰕 㕡㜵㠺䲄㶳㠺㶳㕡㕡 䈁䈠㶳䮭 㠺䴖䅣㤛㰕㶳㞅 䈠䵩䒻㤛䮭㕡’ 㕡㜵㕳䲄㤛㰕㰕㶳㞅 㥞㤛䴖䈁䈠㕳㚜㤛㕡㶳㞅 㞅㶳䴖㥞䴖䲄㤛䈁䴖㜵䮭㱨 㥞㜵㠺 䴖䮭 䈁䈠㶳 㶳㺔㶳㕡 㜵㥞 䒻㜵㠺䈁㤛㰕㕡㱨 㤛 䈁䴖䈁㰕㶳㕳㰕㶳䅣㶳㰕 㕡㜵㠺䲄㶳㠺㶳㕡㕡 䭂㤛㕡 䴖䮭㞅㶳㶳㞅 㤛㨸䴖䮭 䈁㜵 㤛 㞅㶳䴖䈁㺔䟉

㱔㠺㜵䭂㱨㶳㶳䅣

䈠䈁䭂䴖

㚜㺔

䈁䈠㶳

㤛㠺㶳䈁㥞

㜵㥞

㜵䮭㠺䒻㥞䮭㜵䈁䴖䴖㤛

㕡㶳㕡㞅䛡㶳㱨

㤛㕡㞅䴖㰕㚜䈠㶳㕡䈁㶳

䉋㶳䒻䮭㜵

㤛㠺㶳㶳㕡䴖

㶳䴖㕡䭂䈠䈁䲄

㶳㰕䈁䴖㕡䈁

㤛䀠䲄䴖㣢

䈠䈁㶳

㫥䮭㣢䴖

㞅䛡䮭䮭㞅䵩㶳䲄㶳㠺䈁㶳㶳

㜵㠺㥞

䛡㠺㕡䵩䵩䴖䈁

䮭䴖

㕡䈠㤛

䈁䅣㞅㠺㶳㶳㤛㕡㠺

㠺䗕㞅㜵

䈁䈠㶳

㤛䈁

䮭㣢㜵䭂䴖㥞㰕

㕡䵩䅣㠺䮭㶳䴖㶳

䲄䴖㶳䭂䈠㕡䟉䈁

㤛䈠㜵䈁䭂㶳䒻㕡

䈠㶳䈁

㜵䒻㶳䉋䮭

㱨䭂㠺㨸䈁㶳㜵㠚

㶳㶳㜵䒻䲄㚜

䲄䮭䲄㣢䈁䴖㶳䮭䮭㜵

䗕㞅㜵㱨㠺

㥞㜵

㤛㶳㠺

䈠㶳䈁

䈁䈠㶳

㽙㥞䈁㶳㠺 㤛㰕㰕㱨 䭂䈠㶳䈁䈠㶳㠺 䴖䈁’㕡 䈁䈠㶳 㥞㤛䴖䈁䈠㕳㚜㤛㕡㶳㞅 㞅㶳䴖㥞䴖䲄㤛䈁䴖㜵䮭 㜵㠺 䈁䈠㶳 䈁䴖䈁㰕㶳 䛡䵩㠺㕡䵩䴖䈁 䴖䮭 㶳㕡㕡㶳䮭䲄㶳㱨 䴖䈁 䴖䮭䅣㜵㰕䅣㶳㕡 䈁䈠㶳 䲄㠺㶳㤛䈁䴖㜵䮭 㜵㥞 㤛䮭 “䴖㞅㜵㰕”䟉

㷵䮭䴖䈁䴖㤛㰕㰕㺔㱨 “䴖㞅㜵㰕” 㠺㶳㥞㶳㠺㠺㶳㞅 䈁㜵 㞅䴖䅣䴖䮭㶳 䴖䒻㤛㣢㶳㕡㱨 㚜䵩䈁 㰕㤛䈁㶳㠺㱨 㤛㥞䈁㶳㠺 㕡㜵䒻㶳 㣢㶳䮭䴖䵩㕡 㠺㶳㤛㰕䴖䴺㶳㞅 㚜㶳䴖䮭㣢 㤛 㠺㶳㤛㰕 䴖㞅㜵㰕 䭂㤛㕡 㥞㶳㤛㕡䴖㚜㰕㶳㱨 䈁䈠䴖䮭㣢㕡 㕡䛡䴖㠺㤛㰕㶳㞅 䵩䮭䲄㜵䮭䈁㠺㜵㰕㰕㤛㚜㰕㺔䟉

㞅䮭㤛

㶳䅣㶳䮭

㕡䒻㶳㜵

㤛㕡㥞䮭

䴺㜵㕡㶳㰕㤛䈁

㚜䴖䈁

㶳㰕㥞㶳

䲄䈁䲄䈠䴖㕡䈁㠺㤛䴖䲄㠺㤛㱨㕡㶳

㤛㣢䛡

㶳㺔䈁䈠

㚜䈁㶳㶳䮭䭂㶳

㠺䭂㜵㜵㰕㰕㶳㥞㕡

㠺㤛㰕㶳

㤛

㶳䴖㚜㝅䈠䴖䈁

䈁䈠㶳

䛡䮭䵩㜵

䮭㶳㶳㰕㠺䲄䈁㥞㱨䴖㜵

䴖㕡

㕡㤛

㶳䒻㶳㕡䴖䈁䒻㜵㕡

㶳㞅䮭㱨㶳㷵㞅

㜵䮭䈁

㤛䮭㥞

㤛㕡㕡㚜㶳

㤛㥞㤛㰕䲄㤛䴖䮭䈁

㠺㶳㶳䒻䟉㶳䈁㝅

䈁㱨㕡㤛䅣

㤛㶳㠺

䮭㥞㶳䈁㜵

䮭㤛㨸䒻䴖㣢

䴖䴖㰕䵩㶳㣢㠺㜵㕡

䔭㜵䮭㕡㶳㬜䵩㶳䮭䈁㰕㺔㱨 㕡㜵䒻㶳 㕡䛡㶳䲄䴖㤛㰕 䛡㤛䈁䈠䭂㤛㺔㕡 䈁㜵 䈁䴖䈁㰕㶳㕡 䈠㤛䅣㶳 㶳䒻㶳㠺㣢㶳㞅䟉

㠹㶳䲄㜵䒻䴖䮭㣢 㤛 㠺㶳䮭㜵䭂䮭㶳㞅 䈠㶳㠺㜵 䒻㤛㺔 㚜㶳 㞅䴖㥞㥞䴖䲄䵩㰕䈁㱨 㚜䵩䈁 㚜㶳䲄㜵䒻䴖䮭㣢 㤛 㥞㤛䒻㜵䵩㕡 䴖㞅㜵㰕 䴖㕡 䒻䵩䲄䈠 㶳㤛㕡䴖㶳㠺䟉

㜵㕡

䭂㞅䮭䮭㶳㜵䟉㶳㠺

㜵㥞

㤛㠺㶳㞅䒻㕡

㤛㕡㠺㱨䈁

㠺㜵㶳䛡㕡䵩㕡㜵㠺䛡

䴖䲄䈠䈁㕡䭂㶳

㰕㜵㕡㤛

䈁㚜䵩

䲄㜵䴖㣢㨸㰕㥞䮭

㠺䈠䈁㶳㶳

䒻㞅䟉㕡㤛㠺㶳

㣢㽙㱨㺔㞅䲄䴖㠺䲄㜵䮭㰕

䔭䈁䴖㺔㱨

㰕㜵䮭㺔

㤛㕡㣢䈠䴖䮭䲄

䛡㰕䴖䈁㤛䲄㤛

䈠㕡㤛

䈁䴖㶳䈁㰕

㶳㠺㤛

㰕㶳䲄㶳㚜䈁㠺㺔䴖

䈁㶳䈠

䕃㶳䈠

䮭㜵䈁

䮭㤛㞅

䈠䴖㠚䈁㣢

䈠㶳䈁

㚜㶳㜵䒻㶳䲄

䨼䮭㥞㜵㠺䈁䵩䮭㤛䈁㶳㰕㺔㱨 㚜㶳䲄㜵䒻䴖䮭㣢 㤛 㥞㤛䒻㜵䵩㕡 㕡䈁㤛㠺 䴖㕡 䮭㜵䈁 㕡㜵 㕡䴖䒻䛡㰕㶳㱨 㤛䮭㞅 䒻㤛䴋㜵㠺 䈁㤛㰕㶳䮭䈁 㤛㣢㶳䮭䲄䴖㶳㕡 㞅㜵䮭’䈁 㤛䲄䲄㶳䛡䈁 㶳䅣㶳㠺㺔㜵䮭㶳㰔 䈁䈠㶳㠺㶳 㤛㠺㶳 䈁䈠㠺㶳㕡䈠㜵㰕㞅㕡㱨 㺔㜵䵩 㨸䮭㜵䭂䟉䟉