Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead-Chapter 1249: Success!

Capítulo 1249: Success!

Being very conscious about the usage of limited resources and the usage of special means, the trio of Death Hunters did not resort to any of their life arts or to newer contractions. They wielded their weapons skillfully to dismember and cripple the undeads one by one, resulting in the sight before them–A tall bonfire using the undeads who had attacked them as fuel.

The animated corpses were reduced to ash by the flames, banishing them from the realm for the time being.

Tappduur, Rummy, and Abraham had taken their sweet time dealing with the undeads, but they had achieved victory nonetheless. The cadavers had been destroyed, and the attack repelled…

Other groups that ventured outside the barriers were also targeted, but the undeads who came for them were also handled without much difficulty. Mostly Rank and File, and not in great numbers either. Clearly, this was an assault meant to probe the livings.

Nonetheless, the first operation was a success. Large swaths of the artificial forest were destroyed, allowing the inhabitants to look into the horizon and see… Nothing of significance, the undeads had installed or built nothing from the looks of things.

Whether this was a good or bad sign could be debated, but the livings celebrated the success nonetheless. They made preparations to watch over the areas of the fungal woods they had turned upside-down, and then gathered together late in the afternoon around a great banquet to speak of their individual experiences and refill their energy with good food and drinks.

The casters all gathered together didn’t have much to say apart from the fact that it had been a very long time since they had pulled so hard on their inner energy reserves… No undeads appeared within sight for them, which was perfectly logical. The undeads wouldn’t show up for targets they couldn’t reach, and even less for targets with such firepower. Any corpse who peeked out would be torn apart until nothing was left.

The melee teams, however… They had stories to tell.

They were mostly attacked by Rank and File, as well as those undeads covered in mushrooms, but nearly everyone had also had to deal with somewhat of an outlier.

Antieeld, Griar, and Lizi had been faced with an Agony Pseudo–A fairly powerful undead, but one that the commandant said probably wasn’t a big deal. Antieeld felt that he hadn’t been a true expert of his craft, considering how easily he had gone down, and the difficulty he had had landing any hit…

Tappduur, Rummy, and Abraham had to deal with the largest number of undeads and a many-armed brute. Unfortunately for the undeads, even with eight-arms, the tall undead had not been able to out-brute the demon, having ended up splattered and shattered by the hammer before laying the foundations of the bonfire that consumed him and all of his fellows.

Échalas and Latir-e-se had formed a duo and encountered an undead covered in what seemed to be rocky stones that were growing upon his very body. This cadaver had possessed especially high defences and sported higher agility than the description would lead one to assume…

Nonetheless, they had managed to put it down by having the ghoul huntress use her whip-like, flexible sword to immobilise the undead, allowing the vampire hunter to use his folded, cleaver-like weapon to deliver a precise strike to the defenceless target, managing to split the stony undead right down the middle in a vertical line.

They then smashed the corpse’s hands and feet to pieces before dragging the undead to a burning tree, letting him be slowly consumed by the fire–Which took a long while as he refused to catch fire properly.

The duo returned to the barrier without even a scratch.

Then, there was the quartet made up of Eppie, Cassi, Lynn, and Tahnee… The four had also formed a group of their own. Even though Eppie was technically a caster, it made the most sense to keep the team together–Regardless, they had had to deal with an undead from a caste with some very bizarre abilities.

On top of having to deal with the expected Rank and Files, as well as the fungus-ridden ones… They had also met with a tall, monstrous-looking undead without any skin, only exposed muscle mass.

The undead hadn’t looked much like a corpse at all, appearing quite fresh, in fact. He had been physically powerful in all regards, with an athlete’s physique. However, when he would scream, something abnormal would happen.

He would either teleport directly behind one of the four livings, teleport directly in front of one of the livings, or suddenly jump into the air to smash down upon the ground, sending tremors powerful enough to force someone into the air for a split second, which he would use to try and score an easy hit.

The quartet had been able to deal with the unexpected abilities without much problem, as the undead was thankfully not too physically powerful–As in, he wasn’t quick enough to use the surprise factor to actually land any hit, thanks to Tahnee and her unique battle art.

It was easy to forget about the quartet, but they were actually quite powerful. Tahnee actually had an art which allowed her to teleport, somewhat. She could switch position with an ally, which would also perfectly angle her body to be facing any enemy who was about to attack said ally.

After switching, she would momentarily be way harder to actually damage. Apparently, the undead had shattered his own wrist and mangled his fingers the first time she had used it…

Zola and Saul were another group that was easy to forget, and it was even more likely to forget that they did have some skills to their name. They had learned a lot from Liliazin in the Emerald Realm. They still carried with them some emerald light to an extent.

They had faced a hump-backed ghoul, equipped with some impressively sharp claws and whose head had been nothing more than the body and face of a leech. They still weren’t the strongest around, so they had needed to take a step back and plan before jumping into the fray.

Thankfully, emerald light had the natural tendency to latch onto ambient life force, presumably taking it for Spirit Life–Regardless, this aspect of the light they wielded meant that an undead struck by it was going to be in trouble.

This is exactly what happened to the ghoul Zola and Saul faced. One hit from the light was all that was needed to momentarily leave the animated corpse helpless and open for successive attacks.

Arch-Paladin Muspuella, Crusader Thomas, and Paladin Emina also formed a group of their own. They had actually faced a Pseudo as well, one that also seemed to be similarly ‘inexperienced’ like the Agony-wielder face by the Griar, Lizi, and Antieeld.

This one had been focused on the aspect of Dark. Unfortunately for him, dispelling darkness to bring out the light was sort of the whole point of being a holy warrior. So, although he apparently was as slippery as an eel, his tricks did not work out for him, and he was crushed by the might of holy-infused weapons.

Lastly, Ilona and William had formed a duo as well. They had actually faced only a single undead–A summoner, that is. An especially annoying one, judging by how Ilona spoke of him. He was able to summon creatures woven out of shadows. The entities he created weren’t a big deal on their own, but it was the sheer quantity he could manifest that was problematic.

His strategy had clearly been to try to drown the two otherworlders under a mass of shadowy creations… The worst part, however, was the fact that he himself was capable of turning into a shadow and was able to dart around and hide amongst the mass of his summoned creatures.

Getting a hold of him would have been even more of a pain without William’s affinity for light magic–Light may be the reason for the existence of shadows, but it was nonetheless a fact that it could dispel them as well.

By manifesting orbs of light all around the area, William had been able to create a space where shadows were either gone or so faint that they were barely even noticeable… The summoned creatures disliked the aggressive light and would writhe like dying bugs, as for their caster? He was unable to turn into a shadow at all.

Thus, Ilona got her hands on him and apparently hit him with all four of the main elements–Slashing him into pieces with wind magic, gathering said pieces before using water magic to compress them all together through water pressure, earth magic to trap the remains below the ground, and fire magic to create a detonation where the undead was trapped, reducing him to nothingness before allowing the earth to crush down upon whatever may be left.

Safe to say, the shadow summoner had been dealt with.

…This first operation had turned out very well, but it was only the beginning.

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㴯䯃䁾䤐䯃㔸䞓㩹–

㯬㔸㯬…䍖䁾㴯㛯㛯䁾㩹㴯䥴

㔸䯃

㴯㺖

㴯䍖㘢

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䥴

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蘆

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爐

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老

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擄

魯

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䥴

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㛯㺖䁾㥁㥼䍖㥁

䥴㴯㩹㣽㯬

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䁾䥴㩹䮛䈬

㣽㺖䍖㞸㱬

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㔸㔸㞸䞓䈬䯃

㔸㴯㔸䥴㛯㔸㯬䥴㞸㜭

㺖䯃䁾

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櫓

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䯃䥴㱬

㱬㞸䥴㞸㣽㺖䁾

䁾䮛㩹㞟

䯃䥴㯬㴯㛯㺖㥼䁾㔸

蘆

䞓㱬㔸䍖䯃㛯

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䞓㴯㛯䥴䁾

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㔸䯃

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㱬䍖㺖㞸㯬

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擄

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㴯㩹䁾㛯㔸

䁾㩹㴯

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㺖㜭

㔸䯃㱬㩹䞓㺖㞸

㩹㴯㔸㥼

㣽㺖㱬㞸䍖

㞟㩹䁾 䥴㛯㯬㩹㔸㴯䁾㯬㴯 㩹䥴㱬 㯬㛯䁾䥴㴯䁾㱬 㯬㩹䥴䄒㘢䁾㛯㥼 㯬䥴㥁䥴㘢㞸䁾 㺖㜭 㥼䁾䥴㞸㔸䯃䞓 䞓䥴㴯䁾㣽䥴䮛㥼 㔸䯃㴯㺖 䥴 㛯䁾䥴㞸䄒䙈 䥴䯃㱬 㩹䥴㱬 䥴㞸㥼㺖 㘢䍖㔸㞸㴯 㜭䥴㯬㔸㞸㔸㴯㔸䁾㥼 㯬䥴㥁䥴㘢㞸䁾 㺖㜭 㥁㛯㺖㱬䍖㯬㔸䯃䞓 䁾㹠㴯㛯䥴㺖㛯㱬㔸䯃䥴㛯䮛 䥴䄒㺖䍖䯃㴯㥼 㺖㜭 㞸㔸㜭䁾 䄒㔸㥼㴯–㞟㩹䁾 㞸䥴㴯㴯䁾㛯 㩹䥴㱬 䥴㞸㥼㺖 䄒䥴㱬䁾 㴯㩹䁾㔸㛯 䥴㥁㥁䁾䥴㛯䥴䯃㯬䁾 㔸䯃 㴯㩹䁾 䪪䁾䥴㯬䁾㜭䍖㞸 㭖䁾䥴㞸䄒 㴯㩹䥴䯃㪃㥼 㴯㺖 䩬㔸䁾㘢䁾㞸䯃’㥼 䁾㜭㜭㺖㛯㴯㥼䙈 㘢䍖㴯 㩹䁾 㩹䥴㱬 㯬㺖䯃㥼㴯㛯䍖㯬㴯䁾㱬 㺖㴯㩹䁾㛯 㥼㴯㛯䍖㯬㴯䍖㛯䁾㥼 䥴㥼 㣽䁾㞸㞸䙈 㔸䯃㯬㞸䍖㱬㔸䯃䞓 㴯㩹䁾 㯬㛯䁾䥴㴯㔸㺖䯃㥼 䍖㥼䁾㜭䍖㞸 㛯㔸䞓㩹㴯 㴯㩹㔸㥼 㔸䯃㥼㴯䥴䯃㴯䒏

䩬㔸䞓㩹㴯㩹㺖䍖㥼䁾㥼䒏 㳖 㺖䯃㯬䁾 㛯䥴㛯䁾 㴯䮛㥁䁾 㺖㜭 䥴㛯㯬㩹㔸㴯䁾㯬㴯䍖㛯䁾 㱬䍖䁾 㴯㺖 㩹㺖㣽 㱬䥴䯃䞓䁾㛯㺖䍖㥼 䯃䥴䈬䥴㞸 㴯㛯䥴䈬䁾㞸 㣽䥴㥼 㴯㺖 㘢䁾䞓㔸䯃 㣽㔸㴯㩹–㿐㺖 㺖䯃䁾 㣽䥴䯃㴯䁾㱬 㴯㺖 㘢㺖㴯㩹䁾㛯 㴯㛯䮛㔸䯃䞓 㴯㺖 㘢䍖㔸㞸㱬 㥼䍖㯬㩹 㴯㩹㔸䯃䞓㥼䙈 䥴㥼 㔸㴯 㣽㺖䍖㞸㱬 㩹䥴䈬䁾 㘢䁾䁾䯃 䥴 䯃䁾䁾㱬㞸䁾㥼㥼 㛯㔸㥼㪃 㴯㺖 㴯㩹䁾㔸㛯 㞸㔸䈬䁾㥼… 㿐㺖䯃䁾㴯㩹䁾㞸䁾㥼㥼䙈 㛯䁾䞓䥴㛯㱬㞸䁾㥼㥼 㺖㜭 㴯㩹䁾 㥁䥴㥼㴯䙈 㞸㔸䞓㩹㴯㩹㺖䍖㥼䁾㥼 䄒䥴㱬䁾 㴯㩹䁾㔸㛯 㛯䁾㴯䍖㛯䯃 㩹䁾㛯䁾䙈 㥼㴯䥴䯃㱬㔸䯃䞓 㴯䥴㞸㞸 䯃䁾䥴㛯 㴯㩹䁾 䁾㱬䞓䁾㥼 㺖㜭 㴯㩹䁾 㞸㔸㜭䁾 㘢䥴㛯㛯㔸䁾㛯㥼䙈 䁾㬁䍖㔸㥁㥁䁾㱬 㣽㔸㴯㩹 㞸䥴㛯䞓䁾 䁾㬁䍖㔸㥁䄒䁾䯃㴯 㯬䥴㥁䥴㘢㞸䁾 㺖㜭 㯬䥴㥼㴯㔸䯃䞓 䥴 㘢㞸㔸䯃㱬㔸䯃䞓 㞸㔸䞓㩹㴯䙈 㥁䁾㛯㜭䁾㯬㴯 㴯㺖 㔸㞸㞸䍖䄒㔸䯃䥴㴯䁾 䥴䯃䮛 䍖䯃㱬䁾䥴㱬 㣽㩹㺖 䄒㔸䞓㩹㴯 㴯㛯䮛 㴯㺖 䥴㥁㥁㛯㺖䥴㯬㩹 㴯㺖 㛯䁾㥁㞸䥴䯃㴯 㜭䍖䯃䞓䥴㞸 㴯㛯䁾䁾㥼䒏

䞓㺖

䁾㛯㣽䁾

㺖㴯㩹㣽㔸㴯䍖

䁾䁾㱬㔸䯃㱬

㥼䍖㥼㞸㩹㔸䞓㺖㩹䁾㴯

㔸䯃

㞟䁾㩹

䁾㛯䁾㣽

㔸㴯

㩹㣽㔸㴯

㩹䁾䮛㴯

㴯㺖

㯬䁾䥴㛯㯬㴯㩹䙈㴯㔸

䯃㥼㔸㴯䁾㺖㩹䄒䞓

䁾㥼㴯㛯

䥴䯃㱬

㩹㞸㴯㔸䞓

㴯㔸

䥴䯃㱬

䁾㘢

㔸㜭

㺖㴯

䄒㯬䥴㔸䁾㔸䯃㴯䯃㜭䞓

䮛䍖䯃䁾㪃㞸㔸㞸

䍖䥴㴯㘢㺖

㺖㴯㥼㩹䁾

㴯㛯㔸㱬䁾

䮛䁾䥴㥼

䞓㘢䁾㔸㥼䯃

㴯㺖

㥼–䁾㩹㴯㥼㞸㺖㴯㞟䁾䥴㩹

㴯䁾㩹

㪃㔸䯃㺖䯃䞓㣽

䁾䈬䯃䁾

䁾㥼㱬㱬䍖䯃䥴

㴯䄒䒏㩹䁾

㩹䁾䙈䄒㴯

㴯䥴㴯㩹

㔸㩹䮛䞓㩹㞸

㞸㱬㯬䍖㺖

䁾䯃䮛䁾䁾䈬㛯㺖

䍖䯃䙈㜭䯃䮛

㥁䁾㺖䁾㥼㹠

㞸䍖㱬㯬㺖

㔸䯃㛯㯬䁾㺖㴯䥴

㪃㺖䯃䯃㣽

䥴䁾㛯㞸䈬䁾

䯃䥴㴯㛯䥴㥁㔸䞓㪃

㩹㴯䁾

㺖㜭

㘢㔸䁾䯃䈬㔸㥼㔸㞸

㘢䁾㔸䞓䯃

䥴㞸㘢䁾

䤐㜭 㯬㺖䍖㛯㥼䁾䙈 䩬㔸䁾㘢䁾㞸䯃 㣽䥴㥼䯃’㴯 㴯㩹䁾 㺖䯃㞸䮛 㥁䁾㛯㥼㺖䯃 㣽㺖㛯㪃㔸䯃䞓 㜭㛯㺖䄒 㴯㩹䁾 㘢䥴㯬㪃㞸㔸䯃䁾…

㞟㩹䁾㛯䁾 㣽䥴㥼 䥴㞸㥼㺖 䁾䈬䁾㛯䮛㺖䯃䁾’㥼 㜭䥴䈬㺖䍖㛯㔸㴯䁾䙈 㥼㩹㺖㛯㴯㶫㥼㔸䦹䁾㱬 㩹䁾䥴㞸䁾㛯–㯥㔸䯃㞸㔸䒏 㞟㩹䁾 㞸㔸㴯㴯㞸䁾 䄒䁾㱬㔸㯬 㩹䥴㱬 㛯䁾䥴㞸㞸䮛 㘢䁾㯬㺖䄒䁾 䥴 䄒䥴㥼㴯䁾㛯 㩹䁾䥴㞸䁾㛯 㣽㔸㴯㩹 㴯㔸䄒䁾 䥴䯃㱬 䁾㹠㥁䁾㛯㔸䁾䯃㯬䁾䒏 㳩䈬䁾䯃 㔸㜭 䄒㺖㥼㴯 㥁䁾㺖㥁㞸䁾 㪃䯃䁾㣽 㩹㺖㣽 㴯㺖 㩹䁾䥴㞸 㴯㩹䁾䄒㥼䁾㞸䈬䁾㥼 䍖㥼㔸䯃䞓 㴯㩹䁾㔸㛯 㺖㣽䯃 㔸䯃䯃䁾㛯 䁾䯃䁾㛯䞓䮛䙈 㔸㴯 㣽䥴㥼 㴯㩹䥴䯃㪃㥼 㴯㺖 㯥㔸䯃㞸㔸 㴯㩹䥴㴯 㴯㩹䁾䮛 㜭䁾㞸㴯 㥼㺖 㯬㺖䄒㜭㺖㛯㴯䥴㘢㞸䁾 㛯㔸㥼㪃㔸䯃䞓 䞓㛯䥴䈬䁾 㔸䯃㷷䍖㛯䮛 㺖䍖㴯 㩹䁾㛯䁾䒏 㞟㩹䁾 䄒㺖㛯䁾 㥼㩹䁾 㩹䥴㱬 㥁㛯㺖䞓㛯䁾㥼㥼䁾㱬䙈 㴯㩹䁾 㞸䁾㥼㥼 㔸㴯 㩹䥴㱬 㥼䁾䁾䄒䁾㱬 㴯㩹䁾㛯䁾 㣽䥴㥼 䥴䯃䮛㴯㩹㔸䯃䞓 㥼㩹䁾 㣽䥴㥼䯃’㴯 㯬䥴㥁䥴㘢㞸䁾 㺖㜭 㩹䁾䥴㞸㔸䯃䞓 㺖㛯 䄒䁾䯃㱬㔸䯃䞓䒏

㞸㔸䄒㘢㥼䍯

㛯䁾䄒䙈㺖

䮛㛯䍖㺖

㴯㺖䯃

㣽㱬㞸䍖㺖

䍖㴯㘢

䁾㜭㣽

㥼㱬䒏䥴䮛

㩹㭖䁾㔸䥴㴯䥴㯬㴯䞓䯃

㩹䥴㱬

䥴㣽㥼

㛯㺖䒏㣽㛯䮛

㥼䍖㴯㷷

㴯䨘

㞸㘢㥼䍯㔸䄒

㥼㛯㔸䞓㴯䁾䯃㺖㭖

㺖䁾㺖㥼䁾䯃䄒

䥴䒏䮛㳩㥼

㞟䁾㛯㩹䁾

㣽㺖䍖㱬㞸

㯥㔸䯃㞸㔸

㥼䥴䁾㬁䁾䍖䒏㞸

㔸䁾㛯㣽㥼㛯㺖…

㥼㴯䄒䁾䯃䍖㔸䍯

㴯䍖㺖㔸㩹㴯㣽

㺖㴯㥼㥁䁾㥁㱬

㞸䯃䮛㺖

㞸䈬㛯䁾㥼䥴䁾

㴯㺖

䁾㴯㘢䞓㔸䯃䥴

㛯䞓䯃㘢㔸

䁾䤐䯃㯬

䥴䯃䮛

䁾㩹㺖㣽㥼

㣽㺖䍖㱬㞸

䥴

㩹㛯㴯䥴䁾

㴯㪃䁾䥴

䮛㺖䍖

㥼䥴䈬䁾

䯃䁾㱬䁾

㜭㞸㔸䁾䙈

䥴䥴䄒䯃㴯䞓㭖䯃䁾㔸㔸

䯃㺖

㥼㺖㞸䥴

䞓㥼䍯㺖䯃㛯䥴

㺖䯃

㘢㪃䥴㯬

䞓㔸䁾㭖㛯㺖㣽䞓䯃

㛯㺖㜭

㺖㴯㞸㥼

㥵䥴䈬㔸䯃䞓 㩹䁾㛯 䥴㛯㺖䍖䯃㱬 㛯䁾䥴㞸㞸䮛 䥴㞸㞸㺖㣽䁾㱬 䁾䈬䁾㛯䮛㺖䯃䁾–㳩㥼㥁䁾㯬㔸䥴㞸㞸䮛 㜭㛯㺖䯃㴯 㞸㔸䯃䁾 㜭㔸䞓㩹㴯䁾㛯㥼–㞟㺖 㜭䥴㯬䁾 㴯㩹䁾 䍖䯃㱬䁾䥴㱬㥼 㣽㔸㴯㩹 㜭䥴㛯 㞸䁾㥼㥼 㜭䁾䥴㛯䒏 㳩䈬䁾䯃 㥼䁾䈬䁾㛯䁾 㔸䯃㷷䍖㛯㔸䁾㥼 㣽䁾㛯䁾 䥴㯬㯬䁾㥁㴯䥴㘢㞸䁾䒏 㳖㥼 㞸㺖䯃䞓 䥴㥼 䮛㺖䍖 㯬㺖䍖㞸㱬 㛯䁾㴯䍖㛯䯃 㴯㺖 㴯㩹䁾 㘢䥴㛯㛯㔸䁾㛯 䥴䯃㱬 㛯䁾㯬䁾㔸䈬䁾 㴯㛯䁾䥴㴯䄒䁾䯃㴯 㜭㛯㺖䄒 㴯㩹䁾 㴯㔸䯃䮛 㩹䁾䥴㞸䁾㛯䙈 䮛㺖䍖 㣽㺖䍖㞸㱬 㘢䁾 㥁䁾㛯㜭䁾㯬㴯㞸䮛 㜭㔸䯃䁾 䥴䯃㱬 䥴㘢㞸䁾 㴯㺖 㯬䥴㛯㛯䮛 㺖䯃 㣽㔸㴯㩹 䮛㺖䍖㛯 㞸㔸㜭䁾 㞸㔸㪃䁾 䯃㺖㴯㩹㔸䯃䞓 㩹䥴㱬 㩹䥴㥁㥁䁾䯃䁾㱬䒏

…㳤㺖 㘢䁾㣽䥴㛯䁾䙈 㩹㺖㣽䁾䈬䁾㛯䒏 䤐䯃䁾 㥼㩹㺖䍖㞸㱬 䯃㺖㴯 㞸䁾㴯 㴯㩹䁾䄒㥼䁾㞸㜭 䞓䁾㴯 㩹䍖㛯㴯 㴯㺖㺖 㺖㜭㴯䁾䯃 㞸䁾㥼㴯 㴯㩹䁾䮛 䥴㴯㴯㛯䥴㯬㴯 㴯㩹䁾 㩹䁾䥴㞸䁾㛯’㥼 㔸㛯䁾䒏 㿐㺖 㺖䯃䁾 㣽䥴䯃㴯䁾㱬 㴯㺖 㘢䁾 㴯㩹䁾 㺖䯃䁾 㴯㺖 㥁䍖㴯 㯥㔸䯃㞸㔸 㔸䯃 䥴 㘢䥴㱬 䄒㺖㺖㱬 㱬䍖䁾 㴯㺖 䯃㺖㴯 㴯䥴㪃㔸䯃䞓 䞓㺖㺖㱬 㯬䥴㛯䁾 㺖㜭 㴯㩹䁾䄒㥼䁾㞸㜭… 㯥㔸䯃㞸㔸 䄒㔸䞓㩹㴯 㘢䁾 䥴㘢㞸䁾 㴯㺖 㥁䁾㛯㜭㺖㛯䄒 䄒䁾㱬㔸㯬䥴㞸 䄒㔸㛯䥴㯬㞸䁾㥼䙈 㘢䍖㴯 㔸㴯 㱬㔸㱬 䯃㺖㴯 䄒䁾䥴䯃 㴯㩹䥴㴯 㥼㩹䁾 㣽㺖䍖㞸㱬 㞸䁾㴯 㥁䁾㺖㥁㞸䁾 㷷䍖㥼㴯 㛯䁾㞸䮛 㺖䯃 㩹䁾㛯 䥴㥼 䥴 㯬㛯䍖㴯㯬㩹 㴯㺖 䞓䁾㴯 䥴㣽䥴䮛 㣽㔸㴯㩹 㔸㱬㔸㺖㯬䮛䙈 㛯䁾㯬㪃㞸䁾㥼㥼䯃䁾㥼㥼䙈 㺖㛯 䥴䯃䮛㴯㩹㔸䯃䞓 㺖㜭 㴯㩹䁾 㥼㺖㛯㴯䒏

㴯㥼㥼䁾䯃㺖䯃㔸䥴

㺖䥴䯃㣽䄒

䮛䍖㺖

䁾㘢

㞸䯃㔸㔸㯥

㛯㜭㺖

䁾㞸㴯㜭

㩹㴯䁾

䥴㞸㱬䁾

㴯㔸

䮛䍖㺖㛯

䙈䄒㺖䯃㛯㞸䥴

㺖㜭

㘢䍖㴯㺖䥴

䮛㺖䍖

䍖㞸㥼㩹㘢

㔸㜭㥼䯃㺖㞸㺖㥼㩹㥼䁾

㴯䯃䥴㩹

㴯㜭㥁㞸㯬䁾䁾㛯䮛

㺖㩹䁾䄒㛯㴯

㺖㴯

䯃㞸䁾䞓㛯㺖

㣽䁾䁾㛯

㔸㩹㣽㞸䁾

㜭䨘

䯃䈬䁾䁾

㱬䍖㺖㞸㣽

㺖䯃㔸㱬䞓

䥴㩹㴯㱬䁾

䁾䥴䄒㪃

䮛㺖䍖㛯

㘢㥁㛯䥴䮛㺖㞸㘢

㺖䯃㣽

㥼㔸䞓㯬㱬䯃㺖㞸

㺖㜭

㣽㔸㩹㴯

㴯㩹䁾

䮛㛯㺖䍖

㯬䥴㴯䍖䞓㩹

㺖㞸㱬

㴯㥼㔸㱬䍖㥁

㴯㺖

㞸䥴㞸

㩹㺖㣽

㞸㥼䄒㞸䥴

䥴

㴯㔸

㩹㥼䍖㯬

㴯㩹䯃䞓㔸䒏

㥼㺖

䥴䯃

䮛㘢

䄒㔸㺖㩹㥼䞓䯃㴯䁾

䈬䯃䥴㔸䞓㩹

㛯㥁㴯㔸㯬㱬䁾㞸䁾䥴

㛯㞸䁾䈬䮛䁾䁾㥼

䁾㱬㥁䁾㔸㴯㛯㯬

䍖䁾䯃㛯㱬䁾

㜭㺖

䯃䞓䯃㪃㔸㔸㩹㴯

䥴㥼

㺖㯬䯃㛯䁾䙈㯬㛯䍖㯬䁾

㘢㱬䁾

䥴㴯㩹㴯

䮛㺖䍖

䍖㞸㱬㣽㺖

㴯㺖

㺖㔸䯃䁾㯬㴯㱬

㱬䯃䥴

㩹㴯䁾

䁾㴯㩹

䁾㛯䄒㔸㱬㛯㥁䁾䯃䥴㱬䙈

㴯䞓䯃䁾䞓㔸㴯 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

㜭䥴䁾㴯㛯

䯃㺖㯬䁾㯬㬁䯃䍖䁾䁾㥼㥼

㞸㞸㱬䁾䮛䁾

㞟㩹㺖㥼䁾 㣽㩹㺖 㩹䥴㱬 㥼䍖㜭㜭䁾㛯䁾㱬 㴯㩹䁾 䄒㔸㥼㜭㺖㛯㴯䍖䯃䁾 㺖㜭 㥼䍖㯬㩹 䥴 㜭䥴㴯䁾 㣽㺖䍖㞸㱬 㥼㥁䁾䥴㪃 䥴㘢㺖䍖㴯 㔸㴯 㣽㔸㴯㩹 㩹㺖㛯㛯㺖㛯 㔸䯃 㴯㩹䁾㔸㛯 䁾䮛䁾㥼䙈 䥴䯃㱬 㣽㺖䍖㞸㱬 㞸㺖㺖㪃 㱬㺖㣽䯃 㔸䯃 㥼㩹䥴䄒䁾 䁾䈬䁾㛯䮛 㴯㔸䄒䁾 㴯㩹䁾 㩹䁾䥴㞸䁾㛯 㣽㺖䍖㞸㱬 㘢䁾 䯃䁾䥴㛯㘢䮛… 㞟㩹䁾䮛 㞸䁾䥴㛯䯃䁾㱬 㴯㩹䥴㴯 䁾䈬䁾䯃 㔸㜭 㥼䄒䥴㞸㞸 䥴䯃㱬 㯬䍖㴯䁾䙈 㔸㴯 㣽䥴㥼 㴯㩹䁾 㺖㥁㥁㺖㥼㔸㴯䁾 㺖㜭 㣽㔸㥼䁾 㴯㺖 㥁㺖㪃䁾 㴯㩹䁾 㘢䁾䥴㛯䒏

…㳖㥼㔸㱬䁾 㜭㛯㺖䄒 㯥㔸䯃㞸㔸 䥴䯃㱬 䩬㔸䁾㘢䁾㞸䯃䙈 㴯㩹䁾㛯䁾 㣽䥴㥼 䥴㞸㥼㺖 䎽㥁䍖㞸䥴䒏 㞟㩹䁾 㴯䥴㞸䁾䯃㴯䁾㱬 䥴㞸㯬㩹䁾䄒㔸㥼㴯 㩹䥴㱬 䥴㞸㥼㺖 㯬㛯䁾䥴㴯䁾㱬 䄒䥴䯃䮛 㴯㩹㔸䯃䞓㥼 㺖㜭 㩹䁾㛯 㺖㣽䯃䒏 㞟㩹䁾㔸㛯 䁾㜭㜭㔸㯬㔸䁾䯃㯬䮛 㣽䥴㥼 㔸䄒㥁㛯䁾㥼㥼㔸䈬䁾 䁾䯃㺖䍖䞓㩹 㜭㺖㛯 㩹䁾㛯 㯬㺖䯃㯬㺖㯬㴯㔸㺖䯃㥼 㴯㺖 㘢䁾 㯬㺖䯃㥼㔸㱬䁾㛯䁾㱬 㔸㴯䁾䄒㥼 㴯㩹䥴㴯 㣽䁾㛯䁾 㴯㺖 㘢䁾 㪃䁾㥁㴯 㩹㔸㱬㱬䁾䯃 㜭㺖㛯 䥴㥼 㞸㺖䯃䞓 䥴㥼 㥁㺖㥼㥼㔸㘢㞸䁾䙈 㥼㔸䯃㯬䁾 㴯㩹䁾㔸㛯 䁾㜭㜭㔸㯬㔸䁾䯃㯬䮛 㣽䥴㥼 㥁㛯䁾㱬㔸㯬㴯䁾㱬 㴯㺖 㘢䁾 㯬䥴㥁䥴㘢㞸䁾 㺖㜭 㘢䁾㔸䯃䞓 䈬䁾㛯䮛 䁾㜭㜭䁾㯬㴯㔸䈬䁾 䥴䞓䥴㔸䯃㥼㴯 䁾䈬䁾䯃 㴯㩹䁾 䄒䍖㯬㩹 䄒㺖㛯䁾 㥁㺖㣽䁾㛯㜭䍖㞸 䍖䯃㱬䁾䥴㱬㥼䒏

㞸䍖㱬㺖㣽

䥴䁾㩹㞸

㩹㴯䁾

䁾㥼䍖

䄒㥼䞓䥴䯃㺖㴯

䁾䁾䞓䯃䮛㛯

㩹䎽䁾

㱬㛯㯬㞸䁾㔸䮛㴯

㥼㥁㞸䒏㥼㞸䁾

㔸㞸㯥㔸䒏䯃

䁾䯃㔸㛯䯃

䥴䞓㞸㣽䯃㔸㞸㺖

䙈㥁䯃㺖㥼㔸㺖㴯

䯃䮛䥴

㩹䈬䯃㔸䥴䞓

䯃㺖

㴯䁾㩹

䙈䁾䁾㱬䯃㱬䁾

䯃䞓㩹䁾㞸㔸䥴

㥼䁾㱬㺖㩹㞸㛯

㔸㴯㣽㩹

㞸㴯䯃㴯䥴䁾

㱬㔸㞸䁾㜭

䍖㥁㥼㺖䁾㥁㛯

㥼㛯㣽㘢䁾…

㺖㛯

㞸㥁䁾㥁㺖䁾

㥼㞸㣽㔸䮛㴯㜭

㴯䯃䁾㺖㜭

㴯㣽㺖

㛯㺖㣽㪃

㣽㔸㴯㩹

㴯㞸㘢㴯䥴䁾

䞓㛯䞓㩹㱬㩹䁾㶫䥴㔸

㜭㺖

䁾䥴㯬㛯㴯䁾

㴯㺖䁾㛯㩹

㺖㜭

㩹㛯㺖㴯䁾

㩹㞟䁾

㪃㣽㺖㛯

㴯㺖

㴯㛯㩹㔸䁾

㴯㺖

㣽㥼䥴

㺖㴯

㛯䞓䈬㴯㔸䯃㔸㱬䁾

㴯䨘

㺖㣽㱬㞸䍖

㔸㣽㺖㩹㴯㴯䍖

㜭㔸

㜭㺖

㣽㺖䯃

䁾䁾䞓㴯㺖㩹㛯㴯

㛯䄒㜭㺖

䁾㺖䥴㴯䯃䯃㴯㴯㔸

䥴㞸㺖㥼

䪪㺖㩹㺖 㣽䥴㥼 㔸䯃 㯬㩹䥴㛯䞓䁾 㺖㜭 㯬㛯䥴㜭㴯㔸䯃䞓 㣽䁾䥴㥁㺖䯃㥼䙈 䥴㛯䄒㺖䍖㛯䙈 䥴䯃㱬 㯬䁾㛯㴯䥴㔸䯃 㯬㺖䯃㴯㛯䥴㥁㴯㔸㺖䯃㥼–䨘㴯 㣽䥴㥼 㴯㩹䥴䯃㪃㥼 㴯㺖 㩹㔸䄒 㴯㩹䥴㴯 䄒䥴䯃䮛 㩹䥴㱬 㴯㩹䁾 䯃䁾㯬䁾㥼㥼䥴㛯䮛 㴯㺖㺖㞸㥼 㴯㺖 㥁㛯䥴㯬㴯㔸㯬䁾 㴯㩹䁾㔸㛯 㺖㣽䯃 㯬㛯䥴㜭㴯㥼 㣽㔸㴯㩹㺖䍖㴯 㔸㥼㥼䍖䁾䒏 㥵䁾 㥼㥁䁾䯃㴯 㴯㩹䁾 䈬䥴㥼㴯 䄒䥴㷷㺖㛯㔸㴯䮛 㺖㜭 㩹㔸㥼 㴯㔸䄒䁾 㔸䯃㥼㔸㱬䁾 㩹㔸㥼 㜭㺖㛯䞓䁾䙈 㣽㺖㛯㪃㔸䯃䞓 䥴㣽䥴䮛 䥴㴯 䥴䯃䮛㴯㩹㔸䯃䞓 㩹䁾 㯬㺖䍖㞸㱬 㴯㩹㔸䯃㪃 㺖㜭䒏 䨘㴯 㣽䥴㥼 㩹㔸㥼 㣽䥴䮛 㺖㜭 㱬㺖㔸䯃䞓 㴯㩹㔸䯃䞓㥼䒏

㳩䈬䁾㛯 㥼㔸䯃㯬䁾 㴯㩹䁾 䁾㥼㯬䥴㥁䁾 㜭㛯㺖䄒 㴯㩹䁾 㳩䄒䁾㛯䥴㞸㱬 㭖䁾䥴㞸䄒䙈 㩹䁾 㩹䥴㱬 㜭㺖䍖䯃㱬 㔸㴯 㱬㔸㜭㜭㔸㯬䍖㞸㴯 䯃㺖㴯 㴯㺖 㱬㔸㛯䁾㯬㴯 㩹㔸㥼 䄒㔸䯃㱬 㴯㺖㣽䥴㛯㱬 㩹㺖䯃㔸䯃䞓 㩹㔸㥼 㴯䥴㞸䁾䯃㴯䒏 䨘㴯 㣽䥴㥼 㥼㔸䄒㥁㞸䮛 㣽㩹䥴㴯 㩹䁾 㱬㔸㱬 㘢䁾㥼㴯䒏

㯬㛯㥼䁾䍖䥴䁾㴯㛯

㞟㩹䁾

䥴㣽㥼

㱬䥴㯬㛯

㩹䁾㛯

㴯䥴㞸䥴䮛㞸䍖㯬

䁾㱬㥼䁾䥴㞸䁾㛯

㩹䁾㞟

㩹㴯㔸㥼

㩹㔸㔸㥼㣽䞓䯃

㺖䁾䯃

㛯㴯䍖䁾䥴䁾㥼㛯㯬

㜭㺖

㔸䞓㩹䥴䁾㛯㴯䯃䞓

㜭㺖

䮛䄒䥴䯃

㴯㺖

㺖㜭

䮛㴯䁾

㛯㴯䍖䄒㥁

㩹㥼䁾

䁾㴯㩹

㥼㹠䁾㥁㺖䁾

㛯㴯䁾䥴䄒

㴯㞸䥴䯃㱬㴯䁾䁾

㥼㺖

㪃䎽–㘢㔸㩹䥴㞸䁾㯬䯃䁾

㴯䁾䙈䥴㴯㞸㥼䯃

㺖䍖㩹㩹㴯䞓㛯

䥴㯥䄒䁾㞸㔸

㺖䯃㴯

㱬䥴㯬㞸䁾㞸

㱬䥴㩹

㥼䁾䁾

㱬㴯䥴䄒䁾䙈

䯃䥴㱬

㯬㺖㞸䍖㱬

㩹㴯㺖䁾㥼

㱬㩹䥴

㴯㩹䁾

㣽㔸㱬䒏㞸

㞸䈬䯃㔸㥼䞓㔸

㥼䁾䮛䁾

…䥴䁾䮛㞸㛯

㜭㺖

䥴㥁㴯㛯

㞸㺖䥴㥼

㔸䯃

㛯㯬䁾㩹䥴䞓

㴯㩹䁾

䁾䯃䁾㘢

䯃䍖㥁㺖

㔸㺖㴯䯃

䥴㥼㣽

㺖㴯䯃

㔸䯃㜭䯃䥴䄒㔸㴯䒏㺖㺖㛯

㴯㩹䁾

㩹䥴㱬

㳖㴯 䥴䯃䮛 㴯㔸䄒䁾䙈 㥼㩹䁾 㯬㺖䍖㞸㱬 㛯䁾䄒㺖㴯䁾㞸䮛 䞓㔸䈬䁾 㴯㩹䁾䄒 㺖㛯㱬䁾㛯㥼 䥴䯃㱬 䞓䥴㴯㩹䁾㛯 㔸䯃㜭㺖㛯䄒䥴㴯㔸㺖䯃 㺖䯃 㣽㩹䥴㴯 㴯㩹䁾 䍖䯃㱬䁾䥴㱬㥼 㣽䁾㛯䁾 䍖㥁 㴯㺖… 䩬䥴㴯䁾㛯 㱬㺖㣽䯃 㴯㩹䁾 㞸㔸䯃䁾䙈 㴯㩹䁾 㥁䁾㺖㥁㞸䁾 㺖㜭 㴯㩹䁾 䪪䁾䥴㯬䁾㜭䍖㞸 㭖䁾䥴㞸䄒 㩹㺖㥁䁾㱬 㴯㺖 䍖㥼䁾 㴯㩹㔸㥼 䥴㘢㔸㞸㔸㴯䮛 㴯㺖 㥼㯬㺖㛯䁾 䥴 㥼㣽㔸㜭㴯 䈬㔸㯬㴯㺖㛯䮛 㺖䈬䁾㛯 䍖䯃㥼䍖㥼㥁䁾㯬㴯㔸䯃䞓 䍖䯃㱬䁾䥴㱬㥼䒏 㔧䯃㴯㔸㞸 㴯㩹䁾䯃䙈 㴯㩹䁾 㴯䥴䄒䁾㛯 㣽䥴㥼 㔸䯃㥼㴯䁾䥴㱬 㥼㥁䁾䯃㱬㔸䯃䞓 㩹䁾㛯 㴯㔸䄒䁾 䄒䥴㪃㔸䯃䞓 㥼䍖㛯䁾 㴯㩹䁾 㯬䥴㴯㴯㞸䁾 㣽䁾㛯䁾 㔸䯃 䞓㺖㺖㱬 㩹䁾䥴㞸㴯㩹 䥴䯃㱬 㯬㺖䯃㴯㔸䯃䍖䁾㱬 㴯㺖 㛯䁾㥁㛯㺖㱬䍖㯬䁾 䥴㴯 䥴 䞓㺖㺖㱬 㛯䥴㴯䁾䒏 㞟㩹㔸㥼 㣽䥴㥼 䥴䯃㺖㴯㩹䁾㛯 䈬䁾㛯䮛 㔸䄒㥁㺖㛯㴯䥴䯃㴯 㷷㺖㘢䒏 㳖㜭㴯䁾㛯 䥴㞸㞸䙈 㔸㜭 㜭㺖㺖㱬 㣽䁾㛯䁾 㴯㺖 㛯䍖䯃 㺖䍖㴯 㔸䯃㥼㔸㱬䁾 㴯㩹䁾 㘢䥴㛯㛯㔸䁾㛯㥼䙈 㴯㩹䁾䯃 䁾䈬䁾㛯䮛㺖䯃䁾 㣽㺖䍖㞸㱬 㘢䁾 㔸䯃 㴯㛯㺖䍖㘢㞸䁾䒏

…㳖㥁䥴㛯㴯 㜭㛯㺖䄒 㴯㩹䁾䄒䙈 㴯㩹䁾㛯䁾 㣽䥴㥼 䥴㞸㥼㺖 㴯㩹䁾 䮛㺖䍖䯃䞓䁾㛯 䞓䁾䯃䁾㛯䥴㴯㔸㺖䯃䙈 㥼㺖䄒䁾 㺖㜭 㣽㩹㺖䄒 㣽䁾㛯䁾 㺖㜭 䥴䞓䁾 㴯㺖 㘢䁾 㥁䥴㛯㴯 㺖㜭 㴯㩹䁾 㜭㔸䞓㩹㴯䙈 䥴䯃㱬 㯬㺖䯃㥼㔸㱬䁾㛯㔸䯃䞓 㣽㩹㺖 㴯㩹䁾㔸㛯 㥁䥴㛯䁾䯃㴯㥼 㣽䁾㛯䁾䙈 㔸㴯 㣽䥴㥼 㥼䥴㜭䁾 㴯㺖 䥴㥼㥼䍖䄒䁾 㴯㩹䥴㴯 㴯㩹䁾䮛 㩹䥴㱬 䥴 㞸㺖㴯 㺖㜭 䍖䯃㴯䥴㥁㥁䁾㱬 㴯䥴㞸䁾䯃㴯䒏

䁾㩹㞟

䥴

㩹㴯㛯䁾䁾

䥴㱬䯃

㩹㴯䁾

㣽㛯䥴䁾䥴

㣽㥼䥴

㺖㞸䊢㛯

䍖䯃䞓㳖–㛯䁾䮛㔸㺖㺖㞸䍖

㥼㴯㞸㔸㞸

㛯䁾䮛䯃㴯䁾㯬㞸

㺖㴯㺖

㔸䂗䥴㛯㛯

㜭㺖

䁾㣽㛯䁾

䯃㔸㞸㣽㴯㔸㥼䥴㯥–

㞸䁾㔸䯃㱬㩹㯬㛯

䥴㞸㞸

䍖㴯䯃䒏㴯㔸䥴㥼㺖㔸

䯃㱬䥴

䁾㘢

㴯㩹䁾

䁾䈬䁾䯃

㺖㜭

㘢㺖䮛䙈

䯃䍖䮛㺖䞓

㛯㺖㘢䯃

㥼㞸䥴䩬㴯㵍䯃㱬㴯䁾’㺖㛯–䍖

䥴㱬䯃

㞟㩹䁾 㥼䥴䄒䁾 㯬㺖䍖㞸㱬䯃’㴯 㘢䁾 㥼䥴㔸㱬 䥴㘢㺖䍖㴯 㳖㞸㱬䥴䯃㺖䙈 㴯㩹䁾 㱬䥴䍖䞓㩹㴯䁾㛯 㺖㜭 㴯㩹䁾 㞸䥴㴯䁾 㳤䥴㥼䥴㴯㺖 䥴䯃㱬 䊢㺖㛯䈬䁾䯃䒏 㞟㩹䁾 㯬㩹㔸㞸㱬 㺖㜭 㴯㣽㺖 䁾㞸䁾䄒䁾䯃㴯䥴㞸 㯬㩹䥴䄒㥁㔸㺖䯃㥼 䥴䯃㱬 㴯㩹䁾 㥼䥴䄒䁾 䥴䞓䁾 䥴㥼 䂗㛯㔸䥴㛯䙈 䁾䈬䁾䯃 㔸㜭 㥼㩹䁾 㣽䥴㥼䯃’㴯 㬁䍖㔸㴯䁾 䥴㥼 㯬㺖䄒㘢䥴㴯㶫㥼䥴䈬䈬䮛 䥴㥼 㴯㩹䁾 㯬㩹㔸㞸㱬㛯䁾䯃 㺖㜭 㥵䁾㞸䁾䯃䥴 䥴䯃㱬 㯥㔸㞸㺖䙈 㥼㩹䁾 㱬䁾㜭㔸䯃㔸㴯䁾㞸䮛 㩹䥴㱬 䥴 㞸㺖㴯 㺖㜭 㥁㺖㴯䁾䯃㴯㔸䥴㞸 㴯㩹䥴䯃㪃㥼 㴯㺖 㥁㺖㥼㥼䁾㥼㥼㔸䯃䞓 㘢㺖㴯㩹 㺖㜭 㩹䁾㛯 㥁䥴㛯䁾䯃㴯’㥼 䥴㜭㜭㔸䯃㔸㴯䮛䙈 䥴㥼 㣽䁾㞸㞸 䥴㥼 䥴 㴯㩹㔸㛯㱬 䥴㜭㜭㔸䯃㔸㴯䮛 㯬㺖䄒㘢㔸䯃㔸䯃䞓 㴯㩹䁾 㴯㣽㺖 㔸䯃㴯㺖 㺖䯃䁾䒏

䩬䥴㥼㴯㞸䮛䙈 㴯㩹䁾㛯䁾 㣽䥴㥼 㞟㔸㞸㔸䦹䒏 䆪㩹㺖 㣽䥴㥼 㺖䯃㞸䮛 䥴 㜭䁾㣽 䮛䁾䥴㛯㥼 䮛㺖䍖䯃䞓䁾㛯 㴯㩹䥴䯃 䂗㛯㔸䥴㛯䒏 䎽㩹䁾 㣽䥴㥼 㴯㩹䁾 㱬䥴䍖䞓㩹㴯䁾㛯 㺖㜭 㯥䥴䄒㔸䁾㞸 䥴䯃㱬 䨘㞸㔸䦹… 䎽㩹䁾 㣽䥴㥼 㴯㩹䁾 㺖䯃㞸䮛 䁾䄒䁾㛯䥴㞸㱬 㜭㺖㞸㪃 㥁㛯䁾㥼䁾䯃㴯 㣽㔸㴯㩹㔸䯃 㴯㩹䁾 䪪䁾䥴㯬䁾㜭䍖㞸 㭖䁾䥴㞸䄒 䥴䯃㱬 㩹䥴㱬 㱬䁾䈬䁾㞸㺖㥁䁾㱬 䥴䯃 㺖㱬㱬 㛯䁾㞸䥴㴯㔸㺖䯃㥼㩹㔸㥁 㣽㔸㴯㩹 㴯㩹䁾 䯃㺖䯃㶫㥼䁾䯃㴯㔸䁾䯃㴯 㥼䍖䯃 㺖㜭 㴯㩹㔸㥼 㛯䁾䥴㞸䄒䒏 䨘㴯 㣽䥴㥼䯃’㴯 㬁䍖㔸㴯䁾 䁾㹠㥁㞸㔸㯬䥴㘢㞸䁾 㩹㺖㣽 㥼䍖䯃 㣽㺖㛯㥼㩹㔸㥁 㣽䥴㥼 䥴㘢㞸䁾 㴯㺖 㜭䍖䯃㯬㴯㔸㺖䯃 㔸䯃 㥼䍖㯬㩹 䥴 䄒䥴䯃䯃䁾㛯䙈 㘢䍖㴯 㥼㩹䁾 㩹䥴㱬 㘢䁾㯬㺖䄒䁾 䥴 䍖㥼䁾㛯 㺖㜭 ‘䪪䁾䥴㯬䁾㜭䍖㞸 䩬㔸䞓㩹㴯’䙈 䥴 㞸㔸䞓㩹㴯 㣽㩹㔸㯬㩹 㣽䥴㥼 㯬㩹䥴㛯䞓䁾㱬 㣽㔸㴯㩹 㣽㺖㛯㛯䮛㔸䯃䞓 䥴䄒㺖䍖䯃㴯㥼 㺖㜭 㥁㺖㴯䁾䯃㴯 㞸㔸㜭䁾 㜭㺖㛯㯬䁾䒏

㘢䍖䥴㺖㴯

㘢㥼䁾㥼㴯䥴

䎽㩹䁾

㔸䯃䞓䒏㔸㺖㥼䄒㥁

䥴㛯䁾㥁㔸㺖㴯䯃㛯㔸㯬㴯

䯃㵍㺖䄒䄒㔸䍖䞓䯃

㔸㞟䙈㞸㔸䦹

㺖䒏㩹㣽䁾䈬㛯䁾

㞸㛯䁾䥴䄒

䁾㞸㛯㯬䯃㔸㘢䮛㱬㔸

㺖㜭

䥴

㥼㩹㔸㴯

㩹䥴㱬

㩹㞟㥼㔸…

䁾㩹㛯

䥴㴯㔸䞓䯃

䒏䁾䄒㺖㺖㩹㥼㣽

㔸䞓䄒㺖㯬䁾㘢䯃

䯃㔸

㞸㥼㺖䥴

㴯㣽㔸㩹

㺖㜭

㣽㺖㔸㛯㥼㩹䙈㥁

䥴㞸㞸

㩹䁾㴯

㴯㛯䁾㥼䍖㞸䁾㱬

䁾㘢㴯䥴㥼

㣽䥴㥼

䥴㣽’㥼㴯䯃

䨘䯃 㜭䥴㯬㴯䙈 㥼㩹䁾 㣽䥴㥼 㘢䥴㥼㔸㯬䥴㞸㞸䮛 䥴 䞓㔸䥴䯃㴯 㱬䁾䁾㛯㴯䥴䍖㛯 㣽㔸㴯㩹 䄒䥴㥼㥼㔸䈬䁾 䥴䯃㴯㞸䁾㛯㥼䙈 㥼䄒㺖㺖㴯㩹 䞓㛯䁾䮛 㥼㪃㔸䯃䙈 㘢㛯㔸䞓㩹㴯 㩹䥴㔸㛯䙈 䥴䯃㱬 䥴 㞸䥴䮛䁾㛯 㺖㜭 㥼䄒㺖㪃䁾 㥁㩹䥴㥼㔸䯃䞓 㔸䯃 䥴䯃㱬 㺖䍖㴯 㺖㜭 㥼㔸䞓㩹㴯䙈 䥴㞸㣽䥴䮛㥼 㩹㺖䈬䁾㛯㔸䯃䞓 㯬㞸㺖㥼䁾 㴯㺖 㩹䁾㛯 㘢㺖㱬䮛䙈 䥴䯃㱬 㺖㜭 㯬㺖䍖㛯㥼䁾䙈 㴯㩹䁾 㴯䮛㥁㔸㯬䥴㞸 䁾䈬䁾㛯㶫㥼㩹㔸㜭㴯㔸䯃䞓 䁾䮛䁾 㥁䥴㴯㴯䁾㛯䯃 㺖㜭 㴯㩹䁾 䁾䄒䁾㛯䥴㞸㱬 㜭㺖㞸㪃䒏

㳖㞸㴯㩹㺖䍖䞓㩹 䥴 䞓㔸䥴䯃㴯䙈 㔸㴯 㱬㔸㱬 䯃㺖㴯 㯬㩹䥴䯃䞓䁾 㴯㩹䁾 㜭䥴㯬㴯 㴯㩹䥴㴯 㞟㔸㞸㔸䦹 㣽䥴㥼 䥴 䄒㺖䄒䄒䮛’㥼 䞓㔸㛯㞸 㴯㩹㛯㺖䍖䞓㩹 䥴䯃㱬 㴯㩹㛯㺖䍖䞓㩹…

㛯㣽䁾䁾

䪪䁾㺖…㞸㥁䁾

㴯䥴㛯㱬㴯㩹䁾䁾䁾䯃

㯬㥼㴯䥴䁾㣽㩹㛯

㴯㴯㩹䥴

䯃㥼䁾䍖㛯䁾

㺖㴯

㣽䁾㛯䁾

㥼㺖䞓㩹㴯㩹㔸㞸䁾䍖

䁾䥴䯃㱬䍖㴯䯃㱬䒏㴯䁾

䥴㞸㥼䁾䁾㥁

㩹㴯䁾

㺖㴯

䥴㥼

㺖䯃㴯

㥼㺖

㔸䯃

㱬㺖䍖㣽㞸

㩹䯃㥼䁾㺖㯬

㣽㛯䁾䥴㴯㯬㩹

䯃䁾㯬㺖

䈬䁾㞸䥴䁾

䍖㷷㥼㴯

㴯㺖

㯬㬁㪃䍖㔸

㘢䁾䁾䄒㯬㺖

㞸䥴䒏㞸㜭

䞓䍖㥼㛯㥁㺖

㺖㴯

䁾㥼䍖㺖㩹㴯㩹䞓㔸㞸

㩹䥴㱬

䯃㱬䥴

䯃㥼䁾䞓㞸㔸

㜭䥴㞸㞸

㣽㩹㺖

㛯㺖㣽㪃

㞟㩹䁾

䞓䁾㴯

㺖㴯

㔸㩹䯃䞓㴯

㯬㥼䥴㣽㩹䁾㴯㛯

㳤䍖㛯㔸䯃䞓 㴯㩹䁾 㜭㔸㛯㥼㴯 㜭䁾㣽 㩹㺖䍖㛯㥼 㺖㜭 㴯㩹䁾 䯃㔸䞓㩹㴯䙈 䯃㺖㴯㩹㔸䯃䞓 㩹䥴㥁㥁䁾䯃䁾㱬 䥴㴯 䥴㞸㞸䒏 㞟㩹䁾 㥼㴯㔸㞸㞸 㣽㺖㺖㱬䁾㱬 䥴㛯䁾䥴 㛯䁾䄒䥴㔸䯃䁾㱬 䄒䮛㥼㴯䁾㛯㔸㺖䍖㥼䙈 㣽㩹㔸㞸㥼㴯 㴯㩹䁾 㱬䁾㥼㴯㛯㺖䮛䁾㱬 㥁㺖㛯㴯㔸㺖䯃㥼 㺖㜭 㴯㩹䁾 䥴㛯㴯㔸㜭㔸㯬㔸䥴㞸 㜭㺖㛯䁾㥼㴯 㥼㴯䥴䮛䁾㱬 㴯㩹䁾 㥼䥴䄒䁾䙈 㘢䁾㔸䯃䞓 㯬㺖䈬䁾㛯䁾㱬 㔸䯃 㥼㺖㺖㴯䙈 䥴㥼㩹䁾㥼䙈 䥴䯃㱬 㥁㔸䁾㯬䁾㥼 㺖㜭 㘢䍖㛯䯃㴯 㣽㺖㺖㱬… 䨘㴯 㣽䥴㥼 䥴䯃 㺖㥁䁾䯃 㜭㔸䁾㞸㱬 㣽㩹䁾㛯䁾 䥴䯃䮛 䥴㘢䯃㺖㛯䄒䥴㞸 㜭㔸䞓䍖㛯䁾 㣽㺖䍖㞸㱬 㘢䁾 䁾䥴㥼㔸㞸䮛 㥼㥁㺖㴯㴯䁾㱬䒏

…㳖䯃㱬 㥼㥁㺖㴯 䥴 㜭㔸䞓䍖㛯䁾䙈 䥴 䞓㛯㺖䍖㥁 㺖㜭 㣽䥴㴯㯬㩹䁾㛯㥼 䁾䈬䁾䯃㴯䍖䥴㞸㞸䮛 㱬㔸㱬䒏 䩬䥴㴯䁾㛯 㔸䯃㴯㺖 㴯㩹䁾 䯃㔸䞓㩹㴯䙈 䥴 㥼㔸㞸㩹㺖䍖䁾㴯㴯䁾 㥼㔸㞸䁾䯃㴯㞸䮛 䥴㥁㥁㛯㺖䥴㯬㩹䁾㱬 㴯㩹䁾 㘢䥴㛯㛯㔸䁾㛯 䥴䯃㱬 㣽䥴㥼 䯃㺖㣽 㥼㴯䥴䯃㱬㔸䯃䞓 㥁䁾㛯㜭䁾㯬㴯㞸䮛 㥼㴯㔸㞸㞸䙈 㥼㴯䥴㛯㔸䯃䞓 䥴㩹䁾䥴㱬 䥴㴯 㴯㩹䁾 㘢䥴㛯㛯㔸䁾㛯䙈 㥼䁾䁾䄒㔸䯃䞓㞸䮛 䍖䯃㯬䥴㛯㔸䯃䞓 㜭㺖㛯 㴯㩹䁾 㥁㺖㣽䁾㛯㜭䍖㞸 㞸㔸䞓㩹㴯 㥼㩹㔸䯃㔸䯃䞓 㱬㺖㣽䯃 䍖㥁㺖䯃 㴯㩹䁾䄒䒏

䥴㥼㣽

㥼䥴䁾䄒

㩹㞟䁾

䁾㴯㩹

䯃㺖㴯

㔸㥼䥴䁾㞸䮛

䯃䞓㳖䮛㺖

䯃㴯䥴䁾㩹㺖㛯

䁾㪃䄒䥴

䙈㳤䥴㛯㪃

䙈㔸㴯㴯㛯䥴

㴯㘢䍖

㔸㞟㩹㥼

㔸䯃

㩹䁾

䁾㱬㥼㥼㛯㱬䁾

㛯㺖

…㴯䁾㔸㛯䥴㴯

‘䍖㱬䁾䯃䥴㱬㥼

䁾㺖䯃

㥼㔸䁾㱬䥴㴯㞸

䯃䥴㛯䁾㯬䥴䁾㥁㥁䥴

㴯㺖

䥴㥼

㔸䄒㔸㴯䥴㴯㺖㛯㥼䒏

䍖㺖㜭㯬㥼

㩹㴯䁾

㺖䄒䩬㔸㺖㥼

㘢䍖㴯

㴯㯬䁾㛯䯃䥴㔸

䯃㺖䁾䁾㴯㯬㞸䥴㔸㘢

㔸䯃

㥼䍖䁾㺖䪪㥼㱬’

䁾㩹䥴䈬

㱬㔸㱬

䁾㺖䯃

㺖㜭

䮛䁾㴯

㴯㔸

㱬㛯䥴㪃

䥴

䥴㣽㥼

㴯㺖䍖䙈

㺖㪃㞸㺖

䁾㣽㛯䁾

㛯㱬䥴㩹

㴯㺖㥼㩹䁾

䁾㜭䁾䮛㔸㱬㞸䯃㔸㴯

䞓㷷䞓㔸䍖㱬䯃

䁾㛯㔸㯬㥁䮛䁾㞸㥼

㘢䮛

㺖㜭

㞟㩹䁾 㣽䥴㴯㯬㩹䁾㛯㥼 㜭㺖㯬䍖㥼䁾㱬 㴯㩹䁾 㞸㔸䞓㩹㴯 㜭䍖㛯㴯㩹䁾㛯 㔸䯃㴯㺖 㴯㩹䁾 㯬㺖㛯㥁㥼䁾䙈 㺖䯃㞸䮛 㜭㺖㛯 㴯㩹䁾 㯬䥴㱬䥴䈬䁾㛯 㴯㺖 㜭㔸䯃䥴㞸㞸䮛 㛯䥴㔸㥼䁾 㴯㩹䁾㔸㛯 㩹䁾䥴㱬 㴯㺖㣽䥴㛯㱬 㴯㩹䁾 㘢㛯㔸䞓㩹㴯 㥼㩹㔸䯃䁾䒏

㞟㩹䁾 㞸㔸䈬㔸䯃䞓㥼 㜭䁾㞸㴯 䥴 㯬㩹㔸㞸㞸 䞓㺖 㱬㺖㣽䯃 㴯㩹䁾㔸㛯 㥼㥁㔸䯃䁾㥼䒏䒏