After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 1696

Capítulo 1696: Taking Over A Region (Part 2)

In the West, Voumi had sent all of its remaining subsidiaries to find a place to wage war on. They were desperate to get new elementalists now due to some internal conflicts.

One of the territories they were targeting was one of the stubborn ones. It was still a Terran territory, but it was lucky enough to discover a small valley and had remained undetected by aborigines during the first year.

Because of this, whenever they attacked a neighboring (Terran) village, they triumphed over them at all times, and had become arrogant.

When an unknown territory approached them, opening an alliance whilst asking him, the Lord, to go out was extremely stupid of them. Anyway, they were left alone, and they thought ‘good riddance’.

However, because of this, when one of the low-level territories at the borders alerted the alliance that several of Voumi’s subsidiaries were making moves again, this territory wasn’t informed.

How could they be informed? They were not allies and therefore were not connected via their respective Village Centers.

Because subsidiaries weren’t satellites, Voumi could indirectly start several wars at the same time.

The stubborn territory was soon taken over, and half their slaves were taken to Voumi to finally replenish their elementalist population.

On the other hand, its neighbor, which had accepted the alliance and was warned even before the declaration, and some reinforcements from a nearby ally were also sent in.

They were attacked less than a week later by another Voumi subsidiary and won without much bloodshed on their side, even getting the token of the attackers.

Anyway, the contrast was quite stark.

Voumi naturally was told of this. However, Voumi wasn’t in a position to do too much at this time, and they did not have the resources to thoroughly investigate either.

This was because a good portion of their forces had become addicted and, with the lack of the powders, became a bit difficult to control.

Another…Hesso tried to assassinate the Lord’s child!

It was such a shocking twist that it was the topic of discussion for weeks after that.

Hesso was now imprisoned for trying to kill Sandra and his seed, and the bastard was drug-addled enough to actually curse at it to die, erasing all doubt that it really was him.

The investigation claimed that Hesso had met with people from Valov Town shortly before that. This exacerbated the relationship between the two. If they were at the same level, perhaps they’d have gone to war already.

It also made sense because the Voumi people believed that the poison could only be from Valov.

A while back, Alterra had spread news in Voumi that Valov was also producing the drug, and this was something—through their spies and allies—spread everywhere.

They did not spread that it was in Voumi because it was unlikely, considering how poor they were, and they still had hundreds of elementalist slaves (maybe thousands again, after the latest wars they had against non-allied terran territories). If Voumi was targeted as the producer of the drug, then many of those Terrans would perish as collateral damage.

So they had to add and put in a lot of drama so that they’d be busier with each other. Valov’s hands would also be full to some degree, and perhaps they could also detect the true source of the drug while those bastards were busy.

The Intelligence team had narrowed it down to somewhere North of the Terran region, and they could see this because the Northern territories they went through had the most addiction cases.

However, their resources were spread thin in the other directions, so most of what they were doing in the North was only gathering intel. They were also subtly spreading word of ‘decent’ territories they could find anywhere South of them.

Guardian Village and they were also tasked to go around in their area, to connect with more territories on their own, and investigate the issue from their side as well.

There had actually been dozens of refugees who had already escaped and settled down in associated territories. They were afraid of the growing chaos of the drug pandemic and how unstable everything was becoming.

They found out that many of these territories had been decent once, but they were now rotting from the inside due to the powders. It was truly a tragedy.

One day, though, they received a major lead to something they had been investigating: The source of the drugs.

…

“This is… unexpected…” a soldier—Loki—mumbled, reading the letter with a complicated expression on his face.

The others couldn’t help but be curious. Loki was very rarely reactive to the news he received. Even when they found out that Rowan was actually Voumi royalty, he barely batted an eyelid.

“Where did it come from? Who is it from?”

“A Town called Flaret Town,” he said. “And it’s from…someone we know.”

Not just someone they knew. It was a comrade they went through life and death with.

Loki received a letter from none other than their old friend Gian, telling them a cryptic message only a few soldiers could understand. It still used the local lingua franca, however, perhaps to avoid appearing suspicious.

Sedonia has begun again this time. They are making them here. Many friends and relatives are trying to settle down, but to no avail.

Most of the people there right now were not part of the original group of soldiers. So they had no idea what the letter meant. Some looked at it from different angles, as if it would somehow enlighten them about the hidden meanings.

“I didn’t think we’d hear from him again,” Loki said. “We have been making a few ripples in the North, perhaps Gian was made aware of our movements somehow.”

“Who’s Gian?”

“A former teammate.”

“Former?”

“AH! He’s the one who teamed up with Fargo!” another said. This happened to be one of the guards who went to the war, and had lost a friend in there.

He naturally didn’t like Gian, who had once served Fargo. “I don’t trust him. What if it’s a trap?”

“Do we know what this means? It’s code, isn’t it?”

Loki shook his head. He was not privy to every mission the others got. “I’ll call the others; perhaps they could tell.”

That said, to think they’d hear from Gian again after so long…

A few others, like Mao and Luis, appeared next, and luckily, they really did know about it. “The Sedonia Mission was a major drug raid we did—I dunno, three or four years ago—in the border of Yuta country back then.”

“To interpret his words, it seems like Flaret Town is the source of the drugs, and there are also many Terran slaves there.”

And among those slaves, there was —perhaps— at least one talented chemist who could create drugs that affected superior physiques.

Anyway, regardless of its source and its accuracy, they finally had a lead!

This was quickly reported to the Elders, who made a swift decision.

“Find out more about this Flaret Town,” Althea said, narrowing her eyes. “In one way or another, we will destroy this industry—at least to the point that it would no longer threaten any of our people.”

䐀䁳㦓㧟㼬䲼䳉䳡㸀䦱㣤㦓䆃㼬㸀㶻䳡䑷㧟㽾㦓䆧䳡

盧盧蘆盧老㸻䳡㱨㼬櫓擄擄蘆櫓䲼㓝㱨㼬䱐㼬䆃䳡㧟㼬䫶䑷㽾㼾㣤㽾㼬䈞㼬㧟㦓䁳㧟䳡䱐㼬䫶㙖㼬䳡㙖䁳㼬㙖㦓㽾㽾㼬䫶䲼㶻㧟䳡䑷䆧㶻䈞㦓㧟㓝䳡䑷㽾㦓䁳䁳㼬䧐㽾䳡䦱㼬䱐䧐䳡䦱㼬䙞㸻䳡㱨㼬㱨䳡䈞㼬䫶㢋䑷㓝䳫㼾䁳䧐㣤䱐䑷䲼㱨䳡㽾䲼㸀㼬㧟㼬㽾䁳䳡㸀㦓䦱䫶㽾㶻㦓㼾䧐䙞

䤰䦱䲼㼬㧟㼬㽾䲼㓝䦱䆧䁳䧐㣤䲼㶻㼬䁳㼬㦓䫶㓝䦱䆧䳫䁳䳡㦓㼾㼬䫶㙖㼬㧟㽾䳡䦱㸀䳡䑷䁳䫶㦓䁳㸀㦓䧐㽾䁳䳡䳡㼾䱐㦓䳫㼾㣤㼬䈞㼬䦱䋖䑷㱨㙖㦓䱐䳡䈞㼬䲼㶻㼬㱨㣤䑷㽾㓝䦱䆧䲼㶻㼬䦱㦓㧟㧟䳡㸀㸀㦓䁳䁳㽾䲼䳡㱨䳡䈞㼬㢋䑷㓝䳫㼾䁳䧐䙞㜡䲼䲼㶻㓝㽾䲼㓝㱨㼬㣤㶻㼬㶻㦓䫶䲼㦓㼾㼬䦱䫶䳡㸀䦱㦓䆃㼬㸀㙖㼬䳡㙖䁳㼬䆃䳡䁳䁳䳡㸀㓝䦱䆧䲼㶻㼬㱨㣤㦓䦱䫶㽾䳡䳡䦱䲼㶻㼬䧐㦓㧟㧟㓝䈞㼬䫶㦓䲼䲼㶻㼬㓝㧟䫶㼬㽾䲼㓝䦱㦓䲼㓝䳡䦱㽾㦓䆃㼬㦓䦱䫶㽾䳡䑷䦱䫶䙞

㱨䱐䑷䁳㼬㱨䫶

䁳㼾䳡䳡㼬䫶

㶻㦓䲼䲼

㱨䧐

䫶㧟㼬㼬㽾䳫䑷䙞

䲼㦓

䈞㽾’㼬㦓䁳㽾’

㽾㦓

㶻㽾㼬

䉰㧟㦓㦓㓝

㸀䦱㼬

㦓䦱㑳㓝

㸋”㶻

㽾㽾䆧㼬…䳡䫶䦱”䳡

㼬㶻䲼

䳉㶻㼬䧐㸀㼬㧟㼬㦓䁳䁳㸀㼬㦓㧟㓝䦱䆧䳫䁳䳡㦓㼾㽾㦓䦱䫶㸀㼬㧟㼬㓝䦱䈞㓝䲼㼬䫶㓝䦱䙞䳉㶻㼬䧐㼬䦱䲼㼬㧟㼬䫶䲼㶻㼬䲼㶻㧟㼬㽾㶻䳡䁳䫶䳡䦱㼬䱐䧐䳡䦱㼬㣤㽾㶻㓝䈞㼬㧟㓝䦱䆧㼬㓝䲼㶻㼬㧟䆃㧟䳡㱨䆃㼬㦓㧟㣤䆃㧟䳡㱨䲼㶻㼬䲼㼬䦱㽾㓝䳡䦱㣤䳡㧟䆃㧟䳡㱨䲼㶻㼬䲼㓝㧟㼬䫶䦱㼬㽾㽾䳡䆃䲼㶻㼬㙖㦓䳫㓝䦱䆧䲼㶻㼬䧐㸀㼬㧟㼬㽾䑷䱐䋖㼬䳫䲼㼬䫶䲼䳡䳡䦱䲼㶻㼬㸀㦓䧐㶻㼬㧟㼬䙞

䐴䦱䳡㸀㓝䦱䆧䲼㶻㼬㧟㼬㸀㼬㧟㼬䦱㼬㸀㙖㼬䳡㙖䁳㼬㣤㼬䈞㼬㧟䧐䳡䦱㼬㓝䦱䲼㶻㼬㶻䳡䑷㽾㼬䆃䁳㓝䦱䳫㶻㼬䫶㦓䦱䫶㙖䁳㦓䳫㼬䫶䲼㶻㼬㓝㧟㦓䲼䲼㼬䦱䲼㓝䳡䦱䳡䦱䲼㶻㼬䦱㼬㸀䳫䳡㱨㼬㧟㽾㣤㱨㦓㼾㓝䦱䆧䲼㶻㼬㱨㼬䈞㼬䦱㱨䳡㧟㼬㽾䳫㦓㧟㼬䫶䙞㜡䆃䲼㼬㧟㦓䁳䁳㣤䲼㶻㼬㓝㧟㼬䛝㙖㼬㧟㓝㼬䦱䳫㼬㽾䳡䆃㦓㧟㸀㦓㽾䲼㶻㦓䲼㦓䲼䲼㼬䦱䲼㓝䳡䦱䁳㓝㼾㼬䲼㶻㓝㽾㸀㦓㽾䦱㼬䈞㼬㧟䆧䳡䳡䫶䆃䳡㧟䲼㶻㼬㱨䙞

䉰㦓㧟㓝㦓㽾㓝䆧㶻㼬䫶㸀㶻㼬䦱㽾㶻㼬㽾㦓㸀䲼㶻㓝㽾䙞 “䤏㦓䁳㱨䫶䳡㸀䦱㮻㿯㦓䈞㼬䧐䳡䑷䆃䳡㧟䆧䳡䲼䲼㼬䦱㶻䳡㸀䧐䳡䑷㸀㼬㧟㼬㸀㶻㼬䦱䧐䳡䑷䆃㓝㧟㽾䲼㦓㧟㧟㓝䈞㼬䫶㶻㼬㧟㼬䎓”

䳉㶻㓝㽾㱨㦓䫶㼬䲼㶻㼬㱨䆃䁳㓝䦱䳫㶻㣤㦓䦱䫶䲼㶻㼬㓝㧟䆃㦓䳫㼬㽾䱐㼬䳫㦓㱨㼬㦓㸀㼾㸀㦓㧟䫶㦓䲼䲼㶻㼬㱨㼬㱨䳡㧟䧐䙞

䳉㶻㼬䧐㸀㼬㧟㼬䦱䳡䲼㱨䑷䳫㶻䱐㼬䲼䲼㼬㧟䲼㶻㦓䦱䲼㶻㼬㱨㣤㧟㓝䆧㶻䲼䎓㾐䳡㣤㽾䳡㱨㼬㸀㼬㧟㼬㼬䈞㼬䦱㓝䦱㸀䳡㧟㽾㼬㽾䲼㦓䲼㼬㽾䙞

㼬䈞㧟䫶㧟䳡㼬䳫㼬

㶻䑷䦱䆧䳡㼬

䳡䲼

䆃䳡㧟

䲼䳡

䆃䳡

㼬㧟䆃㜡䲼

㼬䳫㙖䲼䫶㼬䛝㼬

㼬㸀㼬㧟

㽾㓝㽾䲼㦓㽾

㼬䲼䧐㶻

㓝㧟䉰㦓㦓

㼬㸀㧟㼬

㶻㱨䈞㼬㼬䁳䲼㽾㽾䙞㼬

㶻䁳㸀㼬㓝

㦓䦱䫶

䲼㧟㓝䦱㦓䲼㽾䆧

㦓㶻㼬䈞

䳡䲼

䑷䦱䲼㓝䁳

㓝䳫䧐䁳㦓㽾㦓䁳䱐

㑳䦱㦓㓝

䫶䆃㼬

㓝䦱㣤

㼬䲼㦓㼾

䫶䲼㓝䫶’䦱

㼬㼬㸀㧟

㶻㼬

㦓䲼

䧐䙞㼬䲼

㶻㼬䲼

㓝䲼㣤㼬㱨

㱨㓝㶻

㽾䑷䋖䲼

䦱䫶㦓

㦓䫶䦱

䁳㦓䁳㣤

䧐䳉㼬㶻

䳡㧟

㦓

㸀㶻䲼䦱㧟䳡

㱨䫶䫶䳡䳫㼬䦱㦓㱨

㦓䳫㼬㧟

㽾㸀㦓

㶻㼬䱐㦓䈞㣤㼬

㼬㦓䦱䧐䳡䦱

䳉㶻㼬䧐㸀㼬㧟㼬䳫䳡䦱䆃䑷㽾㼬䫶䆃䳡㧟㦓䁳䳡䦱䆧䲼㓝㱨㼬䱐㼬䳫㦓䑷㽾㼬㑳㓝㦓䦱㸀㦓㽾䲼䳡䳡䱐䑷㽾䧐㱨㦓㼾㓝䦱䆧㙖䁳㦓䦱㽾䳡㧟㧟㼬㽾䳫䑷㓝䦱䆧䳡䲼㶻㼬㧟㽾䲼䳡䱐䳡䲼㶻㼬㧟㼬䛝㙖䁳㦓㓝䦱㓝䦱䆧㦓䦱䧐䲼㶻㓝䦱䆧䲼䳡䲼㶻㼬㱨䙞

㜡䲼䲼㶻㓝㽾㣤䲼㶻㼬䦱㼬㸀䳫䳡㱨㼬㧟㽾䁳䳡䳡㼾㼬䫶㦓㧟䳡䑷䦱䫶㣤䱐䁳㓝䦱㼾㓝䦱䆧㣤㽾䁳䳡㸀䁳䧐㦓䱐㽾䳡㧟䱐㓝䦱䆧㸀㶻㦓䲼㽾㶻㼬㶻㦓䫶㽾㦓㓝䫶䙞䉰㦓㧟㓝㦓㽾㱨㓝䁳㼬䫶㦓䲼䲼㶻㼬㱨䙞 “㡬㼬㸀㼬㧟㼬㦓䁳䁳䳡䦱䳫㼬䁳㓝㼾㼬䧐䳡䑷—㦓䦱䫶䦱䳡㸀䧐䳡䑷’㧟㼬㧟㼬㽾䳫䑷㼬䫶㣤㽾㦓䆃㼬㸀㓝䲼㶻䆃㼬䁳䁳䳡㸀䳉㼬㧟㧟㦓䦱㽾䙞”

㼬㶻䲼

㶻䲼㼬

䈞㦓䱐䳡㼬

㼬㶻㸻

䳫㶻㶻㸀㓝

䑷㽾䲼䋖

㼬㦓䫶㶻

㦓㙖㼬䫶䲼䲼

㶻㼬㧟

㦓䦱䲼㼬㼬㧟㽾

㸀㓝㦓䲼㽾

䲼䦱䁳㼬䧐䆧

䳡䆃

䙞㶻䲼㼬㓝䆧㶻

㼬㣤䦱䳡

㦓㽾㸀

㓝䦱

䉰㦓㧟㓝㦓㦓䦱䫶䲼㶻㼬㧟㼬㽾䲼䳡䆃䲼㶻㼬㱨㸀䳡䑷䁳䫶㦓䁳㸀㦓䧐㽾䁳䳡䳡㼾䆃䳡㧟㸀㦓㧟䫶䲼䳡㽾㼬㼬㓝䦱䆧䲼㶻㼬䦱㼬㸀㧟㼬㽾䳫䑷㼬㽾㣤䱐䑷䲼䲼㶻㓝㽾䲼㓝㱨㼬㸀㦓㽾㙖㦓㧟䲼㓝䳫䑷䁳㦓㧟䁳䧐㶻㼬㦓㧟䲼䱐㧟㼬㦓㼾㓝䦱䆧䙞

㸻䳡㱨㼬䳡䆃䲼㶻㼬㱨㸀㼬㧟㼬䳫㶻㓝䁳䫶㧟㼬䦱㣤㽾㓝䱐䁳㓝䦱䆧㽾㣤㙖㼬㧟㶻㦓㙖㽾䁳㼬㽾㽾䲼㶻㦓䦱䳠䖕䧐㼬㦓㧟㽾䳡䁳䫶䙞

㦓䦱䫶

㼬㱨㧟䳡

㽾䲼䫶㼬㦓䲼㧟

㶻㡬㓝䲼

䳡䲼

䳡䳡㼬䲼䦱㧟㦓㽾㙖㓝

㼬㧟㱨䳡

㣤䈞㦓㼬㽾䁳㽾

㧟㙖㼬䳡㸀

䳡㧟㱨㼬

䳡㧟䱐䱐䧐㦓㙖䁳

䫶䦱㦓

㓝䲼䲼䦱䆧㼬䆧

㦓䙞㧟䱐䦱㼬䧐

㼬䲼㶻

䦱㧟䳉㧟㦓㼬

䲼䳫㓝䆧㼾䦱㦓䲼㦓

㸀㼬㧟㼬

䳡㣤㼬䦱㓝䳫㱨

䆧㧟䆧㓝䦱㸀䳡

㧟㓝㼬䳡䧐㧟䲼䲼㧟

㓝䲼䲼㓝㼬㽾㧟㧟䳡㼬㧟

㦓㶻䫶

㽾䳡㦓䁳

䧐㶻䲼㼬

䦱䛝䫶㼬㦓㙖

䧐䱐

㦓䦱䫶

䳉㶻㼬䲼㼬㧟㧟㓝䲼䳡㧟䧐㶻㦓䫶㧟㼬䳫㼬㓝䈞㼬䫶㦓䁳䳡䲼䳡䆃㽾䁳㦓䈞㼬㽾㓝䦱䲼㶻㼬㙖㦓㽾䲼㱨䳡䦱䲼㶻㣤㦓䦱䫶㑳㓝㦓䦱㽾㼬㼬㱨㼬䫶䲼䳡㶻㦓䈞㼬䲼㦓㼾㼬䦱㱨䳡㧟㼬㓝䦱㙖㧟䳡㙖䳡㧟䲼㓝䳡䦱㣤䲼䳡䳡䙞

䬃㼬䳫㦓䑷㽾㼬䲼㶻㼬䫶㧟䑷䆧㧟㓝䦱䆧㶻㦓䫶㼬䛝㙖㦓䦱䫶㼬䫶䳡㙖㼬㧟㦓䲼㓝䳡䦱㽾㣤㼬䛝㙖㦓䦱䫶㓝䦱䆧䲼䳡㱨䳡㧟㼬㦓䦱䫶㱨䳡㧟㼬䲼䳡㸀䦱㽾㣤㑳㓝䁳䁳㶻㦓䫶㦓䁳㽾䳡㱨㦓䦱㦓䆧㼬䫶䲼䳡㽾䲼㼬㦓䁳㦓䱐㓝䲼㱨䳡㧟㼬㽾㦓㱨㙖䁳㼬㽾䙞

㶻㼬䲼

㱨䳡䲼㽾

䳫㧟䲼㼬䳡㙖䲼

䁳㦓䦱䳡䆧

㼬㼬㱨㓝㼬䦱㽾

㼬㼬䑷㧟㦓䲼䦱䆧䳡

㶻䲼㼬

㼬㸀㧟㼬

䲼㶻㼬

䳫㓝㦓㼬㦓㽾䆧㧟㧟

䳡㶻㼬䁳㸀

䳡䆃

䳡䲼䁳

㦓

䦱䫶㽾㦓㦓䫶䲼㧟㽾

㙖㙖䁳㼬䳡㼬

㸀㼬䦱

㼬㦓㶻䈞

䑷㱨䳫㶻

䆃䳡

㙖㦓䁳䦱

䳡䙞㧟䫶㦓

㽾㽾㓝䫶㼬

㦓㼬䁳㣤㙖㧟䁳㦓䁳

䱐㶻䲼䳡

䲼㦓

㦓

㼬㣤䦱㸋

㽾㦓

㓝㶻㸀䲼㓝䦱

㱨䆧䲼㓝㶻

㓝㶻㽾

䳡㼾㧟㸀

䦱㦓䫶

䦱䫶㦓䆧㧟

䫶㦓㧟䆧䑷㽾

㦓䫶䦱

䦱䲼㓝㼬㱨䁳㱨㙖㼬

䲼䳡

㧟䈞㼬䳡

㙖㼬䳡’䲼䁳㙖

䳡䑷䁳㶻䲼㜡䆧㶻

㓝䆧䙞㽾㧟㧟㦓㼬㦓䳫

䦱㣤䁳㦓㼬㧟

㼬㓝䆧䲼㧟䁳㦓䈞䦱

㸋䆃

㽾㓝䁳䁳䲼

㣤䆃㧟䳫䑷㼬㽾㦓

䲼䲼㧟㼬㓝㧟㧟䳡䧐

㼬㶻䲼

㧟䲼㶻㼬㼬

䦱䲼㓝䫶䫶’

㱨䳫㼬㼬㼬䦱㓝㦓㽾㧟㧟

䑷㧟䆧䦱䦱㓝䦱

㶻㼬䲼

䦱䳡䲼

䆧㧟㼬㽾’㧟㦓㦓㓝䳫

䳡䳫䑷㼬㧟㽾㣤

䲼䳫㦓䧐䁳㦓䁳䑷

䧐㧟䦱㦓㱨䳡㼬䙞

䐀䳡㧟䲼㶻䳡㽾㼬㶻㼬㦓䫶㓝䦱䆧䳡䑷䲼㣤䲼㶻㼬㧟㼬㸀㼬㧟㼬㱨㦓㽾㽾㓝䈞㼬㢋䑷㦓䦱䲼㓝䲼㓝㼬㽾䲼䳡㱨㼬㼬䲼䲼㶻㼬㱨㦓㧟㼾㼬䲼䦱㼬㼬䫶㽾䳡䑷䲼㽾㓝䫶㼬䲼㶻㼬䲼㼬㧟㧟㓝䲼䳡㧟䧐㣤㦓䦱䫶䲼㶻㓝㽾㱨㼬㦓䦱䲼㓝䲼㸀䳡䑷䁳䫶䱐㼬䲼䳡䳡㶻㼬㦓䈞䧐㦓䦱䫶㸀䳡䑷䁳䫶㦓䁳㽾䳡䱐㼬㶻㼬㦓䈞㓝䁳䧐䆧䑷㦓㧟䫶㼬䫶䙞

䐀䳡㧟䲼䑷䦱㦓䲼㼬䁳䧐㣤㦓䁳䳡䲼䳡䆃䱐㦓䳫㼾䳫㶻㦓䦱䦱㼬䁳㽾㶻㦓䫶䳡㙖㼬䦱㼬䫶䱐㼬䳫㦓䑷㽾㼬䳡䆃䲼㶻㼬㱨㦓㽾㽾㓝䈞㼬䦱㼬㽾㽾䳡䆃㼬䈞㼬㧟䧐䲼㶻㓝䦱䆧㣤㦓䦱䫶㑳㓝㦓䦱㸀㦓㽾㢋䑷㓝䳫㼾䲼䳡䲼㦓㼾㼬㦓䫶䈞㦓䦱䲼㦓䆧㼬䳡䆃䲼㶻䳡㽾㼬䙞㡬㶻㓝䁳㼬䐀㼬䁳㓝㙖㼬㶻㦓䫶䫶㼬䆃㓝䦱㓝䲼㼬䁳䧐䲼㦓㼾㼬䦱㦓䫶䈞㦓䦱䲼㦓䆧㼬䳡䆃䲼㶻㼬䳡㦓䲼㶻㽾䧐㽾䲼㼬㱨䲼䳡㱨㓝䦱㓝㱨㓝䴏㼬㼬㱨䱐㼬䴏䴏䁳㼬㱨㼬䦱䲼㣤㓝䲼㸀㦓㽾㓝㱨㙖䳡㽾㽾㓝䱐䁳㼬䲼䳡䳫䳡㱨㙖䁳㼬䲼㼬䁳䧐䱐䁳䳡䳫㼾㓝䲼䙞

䳡䲼

䁳㦓㸀

䈞䆃㼬㼬䳫䲼䆃㼬㓝

㣤㦓㧟㙖䦱䧐䁳䲼㼬㙖㦓

㦓㽾㸀

㦓

䳡䁳䁳䳡㙖䙞㶻䳡㼬

㦓䦱䫶

㦓

䆃䦱䑷䫶䳡

㧟㿯㼬䳡㣤㸀䈞㼬

㦓䳫䁳䫶䳫’㓝㼬䲼䦱䧐’㦓䁳

㱨䳡㼬㽾

䦱㼬䳡

䆃䳡

䲼䲼㶻㦓

䳡㧟

㱨㼬䳡䦱㽾䳡㼬

㸀䁳䳡䑷䫶

䤖䈞䦱䦱㓝䆧㶻䲼䳡䦱㓝㼬

䫶䦱㦓

㙖㽾㓝䫶䆃㼬䳫㼬㓝

㱨㼬䫶㦓

㙖㙖㦓䙞㼬䦱㓝䦱䆧㶻

䳉㶻㼬

㦓

䳡㧟㼬㱨

䳡㱨㽾㼬

䳫㼬㽾㓝䲼㧟䲼㧟

㼬䳉㼬㶻㧟

㶻䲼㼬

䁳䳡䫶䑷㸀

㦓䫶䦱

㼬㦓䧐䫶㧟

䳫䲼㼬㶻㦓䱐㽾㣤

䦱䁳䭮㽾㼬㽾

䦱䫶㦓

䳡㧟㙖䫶

㽾㼬䳡䱐䦱䁳

㞽䫶㧟䳡

㼬䲼㱨䦱㼬㼬㧟㓝䫶䫶

䈞㽾㦓㱨㓝㼬㽾

㦓㸀㽾

䲼㶻㽾㓝

㼬䲼㶻䦱

㶻㼬䲼

㶻䲼㽾㓝

䁳㼬㙖㙖䳡㼬

㽾㶻㦓䳡䙞䲼

㼬㼾㼬㙖

㧟䳡䆃

㽾䳡㣤䳫䲼

䳡㱨䲼㽾

㸀㽾䁳㦓

㼬䆃㸀

㓝䙞䲼

䈞㼬㓝㧟㼬䲼㼬㧟

㦓㸀㽾

㧟䲼㶻㦓㽾

㦓

䳉㶻㦓䲼㽾㦓㓝䫶㣤䱐㼬䳫㦓䑷㽾㼬㼬㱨䱐㼬䴏䴏䁳㼬㱨㼬䦱䲼㸀㦓㽾㓝䁳䁳㼬䆧㦓䁳㦓䦱䫶㸀㦓㽾㙖䑷䦱㓝㽾㶻㦓䱐䁳㼬䱐䧐䫶㼬㦓䲼㶻—㼬䈞㼬䦱㓝䆃䲼㶻㼬㙖㼬㧟㽾䳡䦱䳡䦱䁳䧐㽾䳡䁳䫶㦓㱨㓝䁳䁳㓝䆧㧟㦓㱨—䲼㶻㼬㼬㱨䱐㼬䴏䴏䁳㼬㧟㽾㸀䳡䑷䁳䫶䦱’䲼䱐㼬㦓䱐䁳㼬䲼䳡㧟㼬㙖䳡㧟䲼㓝䲼㱨㓝㽾㽾㓝䦱䆧㦓䲼㦓䁳䁳䙞

㜡䦱䧐㸀㦓䧐㣤䲼㶻㼬㽾㼬㼬㱨䱐㼬䴏䴏䁳㼬㧟㽾㸀㼬㧟㼬䆧㧟㼬㼬䫶䧐㦓䦱䫶㸀䳡䑷䁳䫶䲼㦓㼾㼬㽾㦓䳫㼾㽾䳡䆃䲼㶻㼬㙖㧟䳡䫶䑷䳫䲼㣤㦓䦱䫶㦓㙖䳡㧟䲼㓝䳡䦱䳡䆃㸀㶻㓝䳫㶻㸀䳡䑷䁳䫶㦓䁳㸀㦓䧐㽾㼬䦱䫶䑷㙖㸀㓝䲼㶻㑳㓝㦓䦱䳡䦱㼬㸀㦓䧐䳡㧟㦓䦱䳡䲼㶻㼬㧟䙞

㣤䳡㧟㙖䳡

㶻㼬䲼

䳉㶻㼬䧐

䴏㽾䫶䳡㼬䦱

䳡䲼

㦓㶻䫶

㦓䫶䦱

䳡㼬㱨㧟

㧟㼬䲼㽾

㸀㦓㽾

㧟䳫㼬㼬䑷㽾䫶

䫶䦱㦓

㓝䳫㼬㽾䦱

㙖䳡㼬㼬㙖䁳

䳡䆃

㶻䫶㦓

㓝㦓䦱㑳

㱨䛝㧟䧐䁳㼬㼬䲼㼬

䑷䲼䱐

㼬㱨㣤㶻䲼

䁳㽾㜡㦓䧐㽾

㽾䙞㢋㼬䑷㼬䴏䫶㼬

㓝䲼

䦱㼬䫶䑷㧟䙞㼬

䲼㼬䧐㶻

㸀㼬㼬㧟

㡬㶻㓝䁳㼬㑳㓝㦓䦱㸀㼬䦱䲼䑷㙖䲼䳡㧟㼬㽾䲼㦓㽾䲼㶻㼬㽾㓝䱐䁳㓝䦱䆧㽾㸀㼬㧟㼬㽾㼬䲼䲼䁳㼬䫶䫶䳡㸀䦱㣤䲼㶻㼬㧟㼬㽾䲼䳡䆃䲼㶻㼬㱨㽾㓝䆧㶻㼬䫶㣤䳫䳡䦱䲼㓝䦱䑷㼬䫶㸀㓝䲼㶻䲼㶻㼬㓝㧟㸀䳡㧟㼾㣤䳡㧟䋖䑷㽾䲼㽾㓝䆧㶻㼬䫶㓝䦱䆧㼬䦱㼬㧟㦓䁳䙞

㸋䦱㼬䳡䆃䲼㶻㼬䱐㼬㽾䲼㸀㦓䧐㽾䲼䳡㙖㦓㽾㽾䲼㶻㼬䲼㓝㱨㼬㸀㦓㽾㣤䳡䆃䳫䳡䑷㧟㽾㼬㣤䆧䳡㽾㽾㓝㙖㓝䦱䆧䙞㡬㶻㓝䁳㼬䲼㶻㼬䧐㸀㼬㧟㼬㱨㦓㼾㓝䦱䆧䲼㶻㼬㓝㧟㶻㦓䦱䫶㓝䳫㧟㦓䆃䲼㽾㣤䳡䆃䳫䳡䑷㧟㽾㼬㮻

䳡䆃

㶻䲼㼬

㦓䳡㸀㱨䦱

䛝䁳㱨㙖㼬㦓㣤㼬

䈞䈞䳡㼬䫶䦱䁳㓝

䦱㓝

㦓㧟䆃䲼㼬

䦱䳡㼬

䫶䁳㼬䫶㦓䦱

㧟㓝㼬䲼㶻

䦱㓝

䳡㼬㽾㱨

䈞㽾㼬㓝䁳䆧㦓㣤䁳

䱐䑷䳡㦓䲼

㧟䳡

䧐㼬㶻䳉

䳡䐀㧟

㽾㶻㼬

㼬㓝㽾䁳䈞

㼬䲼㓝㧟㶻

䍢㼬䳡䦱

㦓

䲼䳡䆧

㽾㓝䆧㼬䳡㽾䫶㙖

㼬䁳䈞㓝㽾

㼬㼬䙞㶻㧟

㱨䳫䳡㓝䦱䆧

䦱㓝

㦓

㱨㦓䦱

㼬㣤㼬㧟㶻

㣤䦱䳉㧟㼬㧟㦓

㽾䳫㦓䁳㦓䫶㽾䦱

䙞㶻㓝㸀䲼

㦓䲼䲼㶻

㼾㦓䱐䳫

㶻㓝㸀䲼

䫶㼬㙖㦓㶻㼬㙖䦱

䬃䑷䲼䲼㶻㼬䦱㣤㽾䳡㱨㼬㱨䳡䦱䲼㶻㽾䁳㦓䲼㼬㧟㣤䲼㶻㼬㸀䳡㱨㦓䦱’㽾㶻䑷㽾䱐㦓䦱䫶㦓㧟㧟㓝䈞㼬䫶㦓㽾㦓㧟㼬䆃䑷䆧㼬㼬—㸀㓝䲼㶻㶻㓝㽾㱨㓝㽾䲼㧟㼬㽾㽾㮻㸻㶻㼬㸀㦓㽾㱨䳡䦱䲼㶻㽾㙖㧟㼬䆧䦱㦓䦱䲼㦓䦱䫶㸀㦓㽾䫶㼬䆃㓝䦱㓝䲼㼬䁳䧐䱐㼬䆃䳡㧟㼬䲼㶻㼬䲼㧟㦓䦱㽾䆃㼬㧟㮻

䳉㶻㼬䧐䆃䳡䑷䦱䫶䳡䑷䲼䲼㶻㦓䲼䲼㶻㼬䧐㸀㼬㧟㼬䆃㦓㧟㦓㸀㦓䧐㸀㶻㼬䦱䲼㶻㼬䉰㓝䆧㧟㦓䲼㓝䳡䦱㶻㦓㙖㙖㼬䦱㼬䫶䱐㼬䳫㦓䑷㽾㼬䲼㶻㼬㱨㦓䦱㸀㦓㽾䳡䦱㦓 ‘䱐䑷㽾㓝䦱㼬㽾㽾䲼㧟㓝㙖’ 㸀㶻㓝䳫㶻㸀㦓㽾㦓㙖㙖㦓㧟㼬䦱䲼䁳䧐䋖䑷㽾䲼㦓䦱㼬䛝䳫䑷㽾㼬䲼䳡㱨㼬㼬䲼䑷㙖㸀㓝䲼㶻㶻㓝㽾㱨㓝㽾䲼㧟㼬㽾㽾㮻

㦓䳡㸀㱨䦱

䲼㶻㼬

㼬䱐

䳉㶻㼬

㧟䱐㼬㽾㼬㽾㦓㱨㧟䫶㦓

䙞䲼㼬䫶㶻㦓

䫶䱐㧟䆧㼬䱐㦓

䳡䲼

䫶㦓䦱

㧟㦓㣤㶻㓝

䳡䦱䁳䧐

㦓䳡’㸀㽾䦱㱨

䫶䑷䳡䁳䳫

㧟㓝㶻䲼㼬

㶻䳡䱐䲼

䳡䁳㼬䈞㧟

䳉㶻㼬䧐㼬䈞㼬䦱䆧䳡㽾㽾㓝㙖㼬䫶㦓䱐䳡䑷䲼䲼㶻㼬㽾䁳㦓䈞㼬㽾䆃㧟䳡㱨䲼㶻㼬䳡䲼㶻㼬㧟㶻䳡䑷㽾㼬䙞㾐䳡䲼㶻㓝䦱䆧㱨㦓䁳㓝䳫㓝䳡䑷㽾㣤䳡䆃䳫䳡䑷㧟㽾㼬㣤䋖䑷㽾䲼䳫㶻㦓䲼䲼㼬㧟䙞

㜡䲼㽾䳡㱨㼬㙖䳡㓝䦱䲼㣤䲼㶻㼬䦱㼬㸀䳫䳡㱨㼬㧟㽾㽾䲼㦓㧟䲼㼬䫶䲼䳡㓝䦱䲼㼬䆧㧟㦓䲼㼬㸀㓝䲼㶻䲼㶻㼬㱨䙞

䳡䲼

㓝㧟㽾䦱䆧䱐

䳡㼬䲼㶻㧟

䳫㼬㧟㽾䁳䳡

㶻䆧䦱䳡㓝䲼㾐

㣤㙖㽾㽾㓝䳡䆧

㼬䁳䳡㙖㼬㙖

㦓䦱㶻䲼

䫶㼬㼬䦱㓝䫶㮻

㼬㦓㶻䳫

䳉㶻㼬䦱㣤䲼㶻㼬䧐㶻㼬㦓㧟䫶㽾䳡㱨㼬䲼㶻㓝䦱䆧䑷䦱䱐㼬䁳㓝㼬䈞㦓䱐䁳㼬䆃㧟䳡㱨䲼㶻㼬䦱㼬㸀䳫䳡㱨㼬㧟㽾䙞

“㡬㶻㦓䲼䎓㛉㼬㦓䁳䁳䧐䎓”

㼬㶻

㓝䦱

㶻㧟㽾㦓㼬䫶䙞

䲼㶻㼬

䳡䫶䳫㓝䦱䆃䲼㼬䦱

“‘㽾䤰䲼

㼾䁳䦱䳡㓝䳡䆧

㽾䆧㙖㽾䳡㓝

㽾䫶㦓㣤㓝

㜡

“㧟㼬㮻䲼䑷

䧐㼬䈞㧟

䫶㦓䁳

䳉㶻㼬䁳㦓䫶’㽾䦱㦓㱨㼬㸀㦓㽾䉰㦓䳫㶻㦓㣤㸀㶻䳡㸀㦓㽾㦓㙖㙖㦓㧟㼬䦱䲼䁳䧐㦓㽾䳫㧟㓝㙖䲼㸀㧟㓝䲼㼬㧟䱐㦓䳫㼾㓝䦱䳉㼬㧟㧟㦓䦱䙞

䳉㶻㦓䲼㽾㦓㓝䫶㣤䱐㼬䳫㦓䑷㽾㼬㶻㼬㸀㦓㽾㦓㸀㧟㓝䲼㼬㧟㣤㽾䳡㱨㼬㙖㼬䳡㙖䁳㼬䫶䳡䑷䱐䲼㼬䫶㶻㓝㽾㸀䳡㧟䫶㽾㦓䦱䫶㸀䳡䦱䫶㼬㧟㼬䫶㓝䆃㓝䲼㸀㦓㽾㦓䁳䁳䋖䑷㽾䲼㶻㓝㽾㓝㱨㦓䆧㓝䦱㦓䲼㓝䳡䦱䙞

䤰䲼

㦓㸀䧐

䁳䱐㦓㼬

㱨䳡㧟㼬

䳡䲼

䲼䳡

䆧䦱䲼㧟㼬㓝㼬䲼㦓

㼬㧟㣤䲼㼬䲼䱐

㼾䦱䆧㓝㓝㶻䲼䦱

䱐㼬

㓝㶻㽾

䱐㼬

䳡䁳㽾㦓

㶻㦓䲼䲼

㶻㼬’䫶

䫶䁳䳫䳡䑷

䲼䆃㓝

㿯㼬

㸀䁳䫶㓝

䈞㼬㧟䧐

䳡䲼

㦓

㶻䳉㽾㓝

㶻㦓䫶

䦱㦓䫶

㶻㼬

㼬㓝㦓㧟䙞㱨䲼㱨䑷

㽾㦓㸀

䑷䆧䳡䧐䦱

䲼㼬䁳䁳䙞

㽾㙖㓝䳡䙞㼬䱐㽾䁳

㦓㸀㽾

䳡䲼䧐㽾㧟

㓝䆃

䦱㓝

㽾㙖䳡㽾䧐䁳䱐㓝

㸻䲼㓝䁳䁳㣤䲼㶻㼬䧐䳫䳡䑷䁳䫶䦱’䲼㶻㼬䁳㙖䱐䑷䲼㸀㦓䦱䲼䲼䳡䁳㓝㽾䲼㼬䦱㦓䦱䧐㸀㦓䧐䙞

“䳉㼬䁳䁳䑷㽾㦓䱐䳡䑷䲼䲼㶻㦓䲼㽾䳡㱨㼬䲼㶻㓝䦱䆧䧐䳡䑷㱨㼬䦱䲼㓝䳡䦱㼬䫶㣤” 䳡䦱㼬㽾㦓㓝䫶㣤䲼㶻䳡䑷䆧㶻䳫䧐䦱㓝䳫㦓䁳䙞䙞 “㡬㼬’㧟㼬㽾䑷㙖㙖䳡㽾㼬䫶䲼䳡䱐㼬䁳㓝㼬䈞㼬䲼㶻㼬㧟㼬’㽾㧟㼬㦓䁳䁳䧐㦓䲼䳡㸀䦱㱨㦓䫶㼬䱐䧐䳉㼬㧟㧟㦓䦱㽾䎓”