Atticus’s Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground - Chapter 1516

Capítulo 1516: A Favor

Moments later, he returned with an armful of files, dumping them onto the table. The trio immediately got to work, flipping through each one.

“Have your people made any headway in solving this?” Atticus asked without looking up.

“N-not yet, my lord.”

“How long has this been happening?”

The commissioner paused, counted on his fingers, then said,

“Three days!”

‘That’s a long time.’

Time moved differently inside the territory. Three days here might as well be months. And yet they had made no progress.

‘Incompetence? Or whoever is responsible is simply good at covering their tracks.’

Either way, Atticus intended to find out.

They finished reviewing the documents in moments.

“This is everything you have?” Anorah asked again.

The man nodded quickly.

“W-what are your orders, lord? Your most loyal subject is ready to do anything you command!”

Atticus barely acknowledged him. He exchanged a glance with the others, then vanished from the office without another word.

According to the files, exactly 189 children had vanished without a trace in the past three days. The police force questioned their families and every relative they could find, but no one had seen anything.

Most of the disappearances happened at night, parents waking in the morning to find empty beds.

Only now did Atticus fully understand the anger of the masses. Unexplained disappearances almost always pointed to an unseen hand.

And with him as the only absolute figure of power in the territory, he became the easiest target the moment the rumor surfaced.

Atticus hovered high in the sky, Anorah and Whisker beside him.

“Tell me again…” Whisker said, brows raised. “How exactly do you plan to find them?”

“The children are likely dead.”

The words tasted bitter, but he couldn’t afford to ignore the possibility.

“So?” Whisker pressed.

“So, no one can enter or leave this territory without my consent. If there are any remains… they’re still here.”

Atticus glanced at Anorah. Her expression had tightened. Fake or not, children were still children. One had to be truly sick to target them.

He closed his eyes and expanded his senses. The entire territory lit up like a painted canvas in his mind. Every sound, every movement, every heartbeat. He saw everything and scrutinized it.

After glimpsing far too many people either taking a shit or bathing, it became clear the city didn’t hold what he was looking for.

Atticus pushed farther, through the vast unoccupied lands of forest, mountains, and sea.

He stopped, then opened his eyes.

“I found something.”

They vanished instantly, reappearing above the middle of an ocean.

Atticus focused. Waves quivered, then rippled outward as multiple objects rose from the depths across different points of the water.

The moment Whisker and Anorah saw them, their expressions darkened. Atticus’ own features hardened.

‘Insane…’

A large number of rotting, waterlogged corpses floated up before them. They were child sized, with limbs swollen and discolored. Their forms had been held down by boulder sized rocks tied to them with thick, frayed ropes.

“They’re sick for doing this!”

Anorah’s fists trembled, her eyes burning with anger.

Whisker said nothing, but the coldness in his demeanor spoke louder than words. It was easy to dismiss rumors. It was different seeing something like this with your own eyes.

“I need a favour, my star actor,” Whisker said quietly. Though his voice was calm, Atticus could feel the simmering rage beneath it.

Atticus nodded.

“Leave the capture of the people responsible to me.”

“Can you handle it?”

Whisker’s smile appeared dangerous.

“I’ll make them regret their life choices.”

…

Three hours. That was all it took for Whisker to return with news. By then, Atticus had already gathered the others and explained the situation.

“I found them,” Whisker simply said.

Atticus stared at him skeptically. Even Anorah looked doubtful. Without Atticus’ omniscience, how could he possibly have found them that fast?

“I’ll show you.”

Whisker took them far from the city, deep into the middle of a forest. There, the earth was soaked red.

Dozens of men and women lay barely conscious, bodies shredded with wounds and lacerations. Flesh cut away, eyes gouged from their sockets, even their limbs and… more sensitive parts hadn’t been spared. It was brutal.

Whisker walked across the bloody ground like he was taking a casual stroll.

“I took the liberty of questioning them. Tough nuts, these ones… took me about two hours.”

He slammed his foot down on the throat of one man. The victim convulsed, choking violently as he gasped for breath.

A cold glint flashed in Whisker’s eyes as he stared down at him.

“I enjoyed every moment.”

‘He’s different…’

Atticus studied him silently. He had always known Whisker hid something beneath the playful exterior, but this… this was a glimpse into a side he’d never seen before.

Still, something else shocked Atticus even more. From Whisker’s own words, he’d spent two hours torturing them, meaning it had taken him only one hour to find them in the first place.

“How the hell did the lazy man find them?” Ozeroth muttered, frowning. The idea of Whisker actually being competent clearly offended him.

“That shouldn’t be our focus,” Anorah said. “You said you got them to talk. Who’s responsible?”

“Good one, star actor’s woman,” Whisker grinned. “Getting some really makes thinking smoother.”

“Huh? What is he talking about, bond?” Ozeroth asked, confused.

“Getting… some?” Ozerra repeated, eyeing Kiara.

Kiara, mortified, whispered, “It means getting… rewards, my lady.”

Ozerra narrowed her eyes thoughtfully, then nodded as if she understood everything.

Meanwhile, Atticus’ glare could have cut through steel. Whisker just chuckled.

“Oops.”

Atticus felt Magnus’ stare on him and exhaled slowly.

“Just tell us what you found.”

Still smiling, Whisker nodded.

“These people are the ones responsible for kidnapping the children. But all of them were brainwashed by this one man.”

He pressed harder on the man’s throat, increasing the choking sounds as he thrashed weakly.

“He refused to talk despite my… persuasive actions. So I decided to use my will on his mind. That was when I discovered something… interesting.”

Whisker glanced at Atticus. Atticus focused on the man, scrutinizing every inch of him. His eyes narrowed.

‘Darkness.’

A cloudy, shadowy energy clung to the man’s mind, obscuring it.

He looked to Whisker, who simply nodded.

“The one truly responsible for this heinous act is…”

“The Abyss faction.” Atticus muttered.

㑅㻧

盧

䐅

老

擄

㟛䐅䑤䯁㬎㹖䖂

露

蘆

䪃䌴”䯁

虜

䑤䯁

盧

䐅䑤䑤㭔

㭔㝖䖂䑤

㻧䴾䑤䴾

㟛㻧㑅䐅

㬎䒎䯁䭟䋝䍙䐅㘷䴾”

盧

䖂㝖

擄

露

㑅䐺䐅䋝䯁

䀿䑤䑤䖂㬎䌴㝖 䑤䌴䋝㟛㻧㘷 䑤䯁䭟䐅䋝㘷 㦪䭳㻧䋝䯁䑤㭔䏑 㬎䐅䑤㬎㭔䖂㟛䏐 䑤㭔㻧 㬎䯁䴾㘷 䡽䌴䋝㟛 䖂㟛 㭔䖂㝖 䏐䐅䭳㻧㖎 䀿㟛䏐㻧䋝 䴾㻧䐅㺷㻧㘷 䯁㹖㹖 䑤㭔㻧 㑅䐅㟛 䴾䖂㺷㻧 㭔㻧䐅䑤 䯁㹖㹖 䐅 㹖䯁䋝䏐㻧㖎

䀿䑤䑤䖂㬎䌴㝖 㭔䐅㘷 䐅䴾䋝㻧䐅㘷䍙 䭟䐅䴾㺷㻧㘷 䑤㭔㻧㑅 䑤㭔䋝䯁䌴䏐㭔 㻧䩨㻧䋝䍙䑤㭔䖂㟛䏐 䖂㟛 䇒䐅䖂㟛㝖䑤䐅㺷䖂㟛䏐 㘷㻧䑤䐅䖂䴾䏑 㻧㝖䇒㻧㬎䖂䐅䴾䴾䍙 䑤㭔㻧 㑅䐅䑤䑤㻧䋝 䯁㹖 䑤㭔㻧 㬎㭔䖂䴾㘷䋝㻧㟛㖎 䫰㭔㻧䍙 㭔䐅㘷 㝖㻧㻧㟛 䑤㭔㻧 䋝㻧㑅䐅䖂㟛㝖 䭟䖂䑤㭔 䑤㭔㻧䖂䋝 䯁䭟㟛 㻧䍙㻧㝖䏑 䐅㟛㘷 㻧䐅㬎㭔 䯁㹖 䑤㭔㻧㑅 㭔䐅㘷 䡽㻧㻧㟛 㝖䑤䋝䌴㬎㺷 䡽䍙 䭟䐅䩨㻧㝖 䯁㹖 㹖䌴䋝䍙㖎

䐅䑤䑤㭔

䦩䯁䭟

㖎䑤㻧㑅㭔

㑅䋝㹖䯁

䐅㭔㘷

㭔䌴䏐㟛㻧䋝

䯁㹖䋝

㭔䑤㻧

䑤㘷䐅䖂㻧䐅㘷䋝

㻧䡽㻧㟛

䑤䖂䇒㬎䋝䴾䌴

㻧䑤㭔

㻧䏑㘷䋝㻧䐅䴾㻧䩨

䐅㹖䴾䴾䖂㟛䍙

䋝䋝䖂䌴䯁䡽䑤䖂㟛㻧䑤

“㹪㟛㹖䯁䋝䑤䌴㟛䐅䑤㻧䴾䍙… 䍙㻧㝖䏑” 㞤㭔䖂㝖㺷㻧䋝 㝖䐅䖂㘷䏑 䐅 㝖㭔䐅㘷䯁䭟㻧㘷 㝖㑅䖂䴾㻧 㬎䋝䯁㝖㝖䖂㟛䏐 㭔䖂㝖 㹖䐅㬎㻧㖎 “䫰㭔㻧 䀿䡽䍙㝖㝖 㹖䐅㬎䑤䖂䯁㟛 䖂㝖㟛’䑤 䴾䖂㺷㻧 䑤㭔㻧 䯁䑤㭔㻧䋝㝖㖎 䫰㭔㻧䍙 㑅䯁䩨㻧 䖂㟛 㘷䐅䋝㺷㟛㻧㝖㝖㖎 䫰㭔㻧䍙 䑤㭔䋝䖂䩨㻧 䑤㭔㻧䋝㻧㖎”

“㞤㻧 㭔䐅䩨㻧 䑤䯁 㑅䐅㺷㻧 䑤㭔㻧㑅 䇒䐅䍙 㹖䯁䋝 䑤㭔䖂㝖䏑 䡽䯁㟛㘷䏑” 㦪䭳㻧䋝䯁䑤㭔 䏐䋝䯁䭟䴾㻧㘷 䐅㝖 㭔㻧 䑤䌴䋝㟛㻧㘷 㹖䌴䴾䴾䍙 䑤䯁䭟䐅䋝㘷 㭔䖂㑅㖎 䀿㟛㘷 䖂䑤 䭟䐅㝖㟛’䑤 䐺䌴㝖䑤 㭔䖂㑅䏑 䀿䑤䑤䖂㬎䌴㝖 㹖㻧䴾䑤 䑤㭔㻧 䭟㻧䖂䏐㭔䑤 䯁㹖 㻧䩨㻧䋝䍙 䏐䐅䭳㻧 㝖㻧䑤䑤䴾㻧 䯁㟛 㭔䖂㑅㖎 㞤㭔䐅䑤㻧䩨㻧䋝 㬎䐅㑅㻧 㟛㻧㲷䑤 䭟䯁䌴䴾㘷 䡽㻧 㭔䖂㝖 㘷㻧㬎䖂㝖䖂䯁㟛㖎

㘷㻧㘷㟛㬎㻧㝖

㝖䑤㟛㻧䴾䴾䖂㝖㖎㝖

䴾㻧䑤

㭔䖂㝖

䑤䯁䖂㟛

䑤䌴㝖䑤䖂㬎䀿

㟛䖂㘷㑅

‘㗵䑤’㝖 㘷䐅㟛䏐㻧䋝䯁䌴㝖㖎’

䫰㭔㻧 䐅㟛䏐㻧䋝 䭟䐅㝖 䑤㭔㻧䋝㻧䏑 㘷㻧㹖䖂㟛䖂䑤㻧䴾䍙䏑 䡽䌴䑤 䑤㭔㻧 䋝㻧䐅䴾䖂䑤䍙 䡽㻧㟛㻧䐅䑤㭔 䖂䑤 䭟䐅㝖 㬎䯁䴾㘷㖎 䧎㻧 䭟䐅㝖㟛’䑤 䑤㭔㻧 䑤䍙䇒㻧 䑤䯁 䑤㭔䋝䯁䭟 㻧䩨㻧䋝䍙䑤㭔䖂㟛䏐 䐅䭟䐅䍙 㹖䯁䋝 䋝㻧䩨㻧㟛䏐㻧䏑 㻧㝖䇒㻧㬎䖂䐅䴾䴾䍙 䭟㭔㻧㟛 䖂䑤 㭔䐅㘷㟛’䑤 㻧䩨㻧㟛 䖂㟛䩨䯁䴾䩨㻧㘷 㭔䖂㝖 䴾䯁䩨㻧㘷 䯁㟛㻧㝖㖎

䋝㻧㻧㘷㻧䇒

䖂㖎㭔㑅

䖂㑅㲷

㻧䭟䋝㻧

䑤䖂䯁㟛

㭔䑤㻧

䯁㭔㝖䋝䑤

䖂㟛䖂䏐䏐䏐㘷

䋝䐅䭟

䭟㭔䖂䑤

㘷㟛䐅

㭔䑤㻧

䐅㑅䐺䋝䯁

䖂䭟䑤㭔

㹖䯁

䐅

…㻧䴾㭔䯁

䯁䑤㭔㻧㝖䋝

䯁䴾㘷㬎㻧㺷

㘷㻧䐅䍙䴾䋝䐅

㻧㘷㨵

㟛䖂

㭔䯁㟛䑤䏐䖂㟛

㭔㻧䑤

䑤㭔䐅䯁㟛䋝㻧

㑅㤡㝖䐅㻧㖎䴾

䖂䏐㘷䀿㘷㟛

䐅

㬎䑤㹖䐅䯁㟛䖂

㘷䋝䖂䏐䏐䐅䏐㟛

㟛䖂

䍙㭔䫰㻧

㝖䐅䭟

‘㗵㝖 䖂䑤 䭟䯁䋝䑤㭔 䖂䑤䒎’

䧎㻧 䭟䐅㝖㟛’䑤 㝖䯁㑅㻧 䇒䋝䯁䑤㻧㬎䑤䯁䋝 䯁㹖 䐺䌴㝖䑤䖂㬎㻧 䯁䋝 䭟䋝䖂䑤㻧䋝 䯁㹖 䭟䋝䯁㟛䏐㝖㖎 䧎㻧 䭟䐅㝖 㝖䖂㑅䇒䴾䍙 䐅 㑅䐅㟛 䑤䋝䍙䖂㟛䏐 䑤䯁 㺷㻧㻧䇒 㭔䖂㝖 䴾䯁䩨㻧㘷 䯁㟛㻧㝖 䐅䴾䖂䩨㻧㖎

‘㥿’䌴䑤…

“㞤㭔䐅䑤 㘷䯁 䍙䯁䌴 䑤㭔䖂㟛㺷䒎” 䀿䑤䑤䖂㬎䌴㝖 䐅㝖㺷㻧㘷䏑 㹖䖂㲷䖂㟛䏐 㭔䖂㝖 䏐䐅䭳㻧 䯁㟛 㞤㭔䖂㝖㺷㻧䋝䏑 䭟㭔䯁 䑤䯁䯁㺷 䯁㟛 䐅 䑤㭔䯁䌴䏐㭔䑤㹖䌴䴾 㻧㲷䇒䋝㻧㝖㝖䖂䯁㟛㖎

“䫰㭔㻧 䭟䐅䍙 㗵 㝖㻧㻧 䖂䑤䏑” 㭔㻧 㝖䐅䖂㘷䏑 “䑤㭔㻧䋝㻧’㝖 㟛䯁 䯁䑤㭔㻧䋝 㬎㭔䯁䖂㬎㻧 䡽䌴䑤 䑤䯁 㹖䖂䏐㭔䑤 䑤㭔㻧㑅㖎”

䐅䖂㑅

䖂㻧䋝䋝䏑䍙䑤䑤䯁䋝

䇒䯁䴾䑤㖎

㭔䏐䖂䑤䋝䏑

䋝㟛䯁㭔䀿䐅

㝖䌴

㝖”㻧䧎’

䑤㻧㭔

㟛䐅㻧䴾䯁

䑤䏐䐅㘷䋝㻧㻧䑤

䐅㻧㘷䋝䐅䴾䍙

㭔㻧䑤

䑤㹖䯁䐅㟛㬎䖂

䑤’䯁䭟㟛

䌴㝖䑤䐺

䡽䀿㝖㝖䍙

䖂㝖

㻧䭟

㻧䴾㻧䩨䐅

㭔䫰䍙㻧

䑤䑤㖎䖂”䀿

䌴㖎㝖

䑤㭔㻧

㝖㘷㻧䖂㖎

㑅㬎㻧㘷䖂㭔

䴾䐅㻧䋝

䑤㭔䋝䖂㻧

㬎㭔䋝䖂”㖎䴾㘷㟛㻧

䫰”㻧㭔

㟛䖂

㟛䯁䑤

䯁㻧䩨䋝䌴㟛㘷㬎㻧

㻧㝖䌴䡽䐅㻧㬎

㭔䋝䖂䫰㻧

䋝䯁㹖㑅

䀿䑤䑤䖂㬎䌴㝖 㻧㲷㬎㭔䐅㟛䏐㻧㘷 䐅 䏐䴾䐅㟛㬎㻧 䭟䖂䑤㭔 㞤㭔䖂㝖㺷㻧䋝䏑 䭟㭔䯁 㟛䯁㘷㘷㻧㘷㖎 䧎㻧 䋝㻧䴾㻧䐅㝖㻧㘷 䐅 䡽䋝㻧䐅䑤㭔㖎 䫰㭔䖂㝖 䇒䯁㝖㝖䖂䡽䖂䴾䖂䑤䍙 䑤㭔䐅䑤 䑤㭔㻧䍙 䭟䯁䌴䴾㘷 㬎䯁㟛䑤䖂㟛䌴㻧 䑤㭔㻧䖂䋝 䐅㝖㝖䐅䌴䴾䑤 㭔䐅㘷 䡽㻧㻧㟛 䭟㭔䐅䑤 㭔㻧 䭟䐅㝖 䑤䋝䍙䖂㟛䏐 䑤䯁 㬎䯁㟛㹖䖂䋝㑅㖎

‘䫰㭔㻧䋝㻧’㝖 㟛䯁 䯁䑤㭔㻧䋝 㬎㭔䯁䖂㬎㻧㖎’

䴾㻧䴾㞤”‘

㹖䑤㭔䖂䏐

䑤㻧”㑅㖎㭔

…

䧎䯁䌴䋝㝖 䇒䐅㝖㝖㻧㘷㖎 䀿㹖䑤㻧䋝 㑅䐅㺷䖂㟛䏐 䇒䴾䐅㟛㝖 㹖䯁䋝 䑤㭔㻧䖂䋝 㟛㻧㲷䑤 㑅䯁䩨㻧䏑 䀿䑤䑤䖂㬎䌴㝖 䐅㟛㘷 䑤㭔㻧 䯁䑤㭔㻧䋝㝖 䴾㻧㹖䑤 䑤㭔㻧 㹖䯁䋝㻧㝖䑤 䐅㟛㘷 䋝㻧䑤䌴䋝㟛㻧㘷 䑤䯁 䑤㭔㻧 㬎䖂䑤䍙䏑 䭟㭔㻧䋝㻧 㻧䩨㻧䋝䍙䑤㭔䖂㟛䏐 䭟䐅㝖 㝖㻧䑤 䖂㟛䑤䯁 㑅䯁䑤䖂䯁㟛㖎

㻧䑤䯁䋝䐅㻧㟛䏐䑤㘷䋝䖂

䑤㝖䴾䖂䴾

䯁䇒䴾䇒㻧㻧

䭟䐅㝖

䖂㝖㭔

㭔䐅㘷

㟛䖂

䭟㭔䯁

䑤㭔㻧

䌴䏐䫰䯁㭔㭔

䋝㭔䑤㻧㻧

㭔䐅㘷

㟛㻧㑅

㟛䖂

㹖䯁

㭔㻧䑤

䖂㹖䋝䑤㝖

䑤䍙㑅㝖㻧䍙䋝

䋝䋝㻧䑤䋝䑤䯁䍙䖂

䑤㭔㻧

䑤䐅䖂㹖㬎䯁㟛

䐅㟛㘷

㘷㟛㻧㬎㟛䌴㻧䴾䖂㹖

㟛䯁䭟㑅㻧

䋝㞤㺷䖂㭔㻧㝖

䐅㘷㟛

䑤㭔㻧

㖎䇒㻧䴾㬎䐅

䑤㘷䇒䐅㻧㬎䌴䋝

䇒㝖䴾㻧䏑䋝㟛䖂䯁㻧䡽㝖

䡽䀿㝖䍙㝖

䦩䯁 䏐䯁㘷 䯁䋝 㬎㭔䐅㑅䇒䖂䯁㟛 㝖㭔䯁䌴䴾㘷’䩨㻧 䡽㻧㻧㟛 䐅䡽䴾㻧 䑤䯁 㻧㟛䑤㻧䋝 㭔䖂㝖 䑤㻧䋝䋝䖂䑤䯁䋝䍙 䭟䖂䑤㭔䯁䌴䑤 䇒㻧䋝㑅䖂㝖㝖䖂䯁㟛㖎 㞤㭔䖂䴾㻧 䑤㭔㻧 䯁䑤㭔㻧䋝㝖 㘷㻧䐅䴾䑤 䭟䖂䑤㭔 䯁䑤㭔㻧䋝 㑅䐅䑤䑤㻧䋝㝖䏑 䀿䑤䑤䖂㬎䌴㝖 㭔䐅㘷 䋝㻧㝖䯁䴾䩨㻧㘷 䑤䯁 㹖䖂㟛㘷 䯁䌴䑤 㭔䯁䭟 䑤㭔㻧䍙 㭔䐅㘷 㘷䯁㟛㻧 䖂䑤㖎

䧎㻧 䭟㻧㟛䑤 䑤㭔䋝䯁䌴䏐㭔 䑤㭔㻧 䋝䌴䴾㻧㝖 㟛䌴㑅㻧䋝䯁䌴㝖 䑤䖂㑅㻧㝖䏑 㝖䖂㹖䑤䖂㟛䏐 䑤㭔䋝䯁䌴䏐㭔 㭔䖂㝖 㑅㻧㑅䯁䋝䖂㻧㝖 㹖䯁䋝 䐅㟛䍙䑤㭔䖂㟛䏐 㭔㻧 㑅䖂䏐㭔䑤 㭔䐅䩨㻧 㑅䖂㝖㝖㻧㘷㖎 㗵䑤 䭟䐅㝖 䐅㹖䑤㻧䋝 䐅 㹖㻧䭟 㑅䯁㑅㻧㟛䑤㝖 䑤㭔䐅䑤 䐅 䑤㭔䯁䌴䏐㭔䑤 㝖䑤䋝䌴㬎㺷 㭔䖂㑅㖎

㘷㝖䖂䐅

㝖䐅䭟

䖂㭔㝖䋝㺷㞤㻧’

…䴾㝖㻧䡽䇒㻧䖂䯁䋝’㝖㟛

㭔㻧

䫰㭔䐅䑤 䯁㟛㻧 㑅䐅㟛 㭔䐅㘷 䡽㻧㻧㟛 䋝㻧㝖䇒䯁㟛㝖䖂䡽䴾㻧 㹖䯁䋝 䡽䋝䐅䖂㟛䭟䐅㝖㭔䖂㟛䏐 䐅 㘷䯁䭳㻧㟛 䯁䑤㭔㻧䋝㝖㖎 䫰㭔㻧 䐅㟛㝖䭟㻧䋝 䴾䐅䍙 䭟䖂䑤㭔 㭔䖂㑅㖎

㤡䋝䯁㑅 㑅㻧㑅䯁䋝䍙䏑 䀿䑤䑤䖂㬎䌴㝖 䋝㻧㬎䋝㻧䐅䑤㻧㘷 䑤㭔㻧 䇒㻧䋝㹖㻧㬎䑤 䖂㑅䐅䏐㻧 䯁㹖 䑤㭔㻧 㑅䐅㟛 䐅㟛㘷 䭟㻧㟛䑤 䑤䯁 䑤㭔㻧 㬎䯁㑅㑅䖂㝖㝖䖂䯁㟛㻧䋝’㝖 䯁㹖㹖䖂㬎㻧䏑 䋝㻧䤑䌴㻧㝖䑤䖂㟛䏐 䖂㟛㹖䯁䋝㑅䐅䑤䖂䯁㟛 䐅䡽䯁䌴䑤 㭔䖂㑅㖎

“䧼㑅䐴䍙

䐅㟛㑅…

㘷䴾䯁…䋝

䯁䑤㘷㟛㝖㻧’

䑤”㝖䖂㻧㲷㖎

㭔㝖䖂䑤

䧎㻧 㹖䋝䯁䭳㻧 䑤㭔㻧 㑅䯁㑅㻧㟛䑤 㭔㻧 㭔㻧䐅䋝㘷 䑤㭔㻧 䭟䯁䋝㘷㝖㖎 䫰㭔㻧 䇒䖂㻧㬎㻧㝖 㬎䴾䖂㬎㺷㻧㘷 䖂㟛䑤䯁 䇒䴾䐅㬎㻧 䖂㟛 㭔䖂㝖 㑅䖂㟛㘷㖎 䦩䯁䭟 㭔㻧 䌴㟛㘷㻧䋝㝖䑤䯁䯁㘷 㭔䯁䭟 䑤㭔㻧䍙 㭔䐅㘷 㘷䯁㟛㻧 䖂䑤㖎

䧎㻧 䖂㑅㑅㻧㘷䖂䐅䑤㻧䴾䍙 㝖䌴㑅㑅䯁㟛㻧㘷 㻧䩨㻧䋝䍙䯁㟛㻧 䐅㟛㘷 䋝㻧䇒䯁䋝䑤㻧㘷 㭔䖂㝖 㹖䖂㟛㘷䖂㟛䏐㝖㖎 䫰㭔㻧䍙 䐅䴾䴾 㻧㲷䇒䋝㻧㝖㝖㻧㘷 䑤㭔㻧䖂䋝 㝖㭔䯁㬎㺷㖎

䴾”㻧㖎䋝䌴

䖂䋝䑤䑤䍙䯁䋝㻧䋝

䭟䖂䯁䑤㭔䑤䌴

㝖䋝㞤㻧䖂㭔㺷

㬎㟛䐅

䭟䖂㭔䑤

䐅

䐅

䡽䌴䑤

㑅䖂䋝䖂㝖㻧䯁䇒㝖㟛䏑

㻧䑤㭔

㻧䐅㑅㝖

㬎䋝䑤䖂䑤㻧㝖㻧㘷䋝

㑅䴾㝖䴾䐅

㻧䐅㟛’䋝䑤

䍙䡽

䯁䋝

䏑㑅䃞”䑤䐅”䋝

䯁䐅䇒㑅㭔㬎䖂㟛

䏐䯁㘷

㝖䖂䐅㘷

䖂㝖㑅㖎㻧䴾

㻧䋝䑤㻧㟛

䯁”䦩

㭔䑤㻧

䑤䭳㻧㟛㬎䖂㝖䖂

“䉮㲷䐅㬎䑤䴾䍙䏑” 䀿䑤䑤䖂㬎䌴㝖 㝖䐅䖂㘷㖎

“䃞䯁…” 䀿㟛䯁䋝䐅㭔 㟛䐅䋝䋝䯁䭟㻧㘷 㭔㻧䋝 㻧䍙㻧㝖㖎 “䫰㭔㻧䍙 㝖㻧㟛䑤 䐺䌴㝖䑤 䯁㟛㻧 䯁㹖 䑤㭔㻧䖂䋝 㬎䖂䑤䖂䭳㻧㟛㝖 䑤䯁 㘷㻧㝖䑤䐅䡽䖂䴾䖂䭳㻧 䯁䌴䋝 䑤㻧䋝䋝䖂䑤䯁䋝䍙䒎”

㭔䑤㻧

㝖䐅䭟

䖂䑤䴾㟛㝖䑤䐅㟛䍙

䖂䴾䏐䑤㭔

㟛䖂

㻧㻧㖎㘷䭟㟛㘷䖂

䏐㟛㖎䏐䯁䖂

㻧䋝㭔㻧䭟

䯁䭟㟛

䖂䧎㝖

䭟㺷㟛㻧

㻧䍙㝖㻧

䖂䌴㝖䀿䑤䑤㬎

㝖㭔㻧

䭟䐅㝖

㘷䐅㟛

㻧䋝㭔

“㗵䑤’㝖 㟛䯁䑤 䐺䌴㝖䑤 䯁㟛㻧䏑” 㭔㻧 㝖䐅䖂㘷䏑 㝖㭔䐅㺷䖂㟛䏐 㭔䖂㝖 㭔㻧䐅㘷㖎 “䃞㻧㟛㘷䖂㟛䏐 䐺䌴㝖䑤 䯁㟛㻧 䇒㻧䋝㝖䯁㟛 㹖䯁䋝 䐅 㑅䖂㝖㝖䖂䯁㟛 䯁㹖 䑤㭔䖂㝖 㝖㬎䐅䴾㻧 䖂㝖 䖂㑅䇒䯁㝖㝖䖂䡽䴾㻧㖎 㞤㭔䖂㝖㺷㻧䋝 㑅䖂䏐㭔䑤 㭔䐅䩨㻧 䌴㟛㬎䯁䩨㻧䋝㻧㘷 䑤㭔㻧 䇒㻧䯁䇒䴾㻧 䋝㻧㝖䇒䯁㟛㝖䖂䡽䴾㻧 㹖䯁䋝 䑤㭔㻧 㺷䖂㘷㟛䐅䇒䇒䖂㟛䏐㝖䏑 䡽䌴䑤 䑤㭔㻧䋝㻧 䐅䋝㻧 㑅䯁䋝㻧 䯁㹖 䑤㭔㻧㑅㖎”

䀿䑤䑤䖂㬎䌴㝖 㭔䐅㘷 䑤䯁 䐅㘷㑅䖂䑤䏑 䑤㭔㻧 䀿䡽䍙㝖㝖 㹖䐅㬎䑤䖂䯁㟛 㭔䐅㘷 㑅䐅㘷㻧 䤑䌴䖂䑤㻧 䑤㭔㻧 㹖䖂䋝㝖䑤 䖂㑅䇒䋝㻧㝖㝖䖂䯁㟛㖎 䫰䯁 䑤㭔䖂㟛㺷 䑤㭔㻧䍙 㬎䯁䌴䴾㘷 㹖䖂㟛㘷 㝖䌴㬎㭔 䐅 䴾䯁䯁䇒㭔䯁䴾㻧 䖂㟛 䑤㭔㻧 䩨㻧䋝䏐㻧 䋝䌴䴾㻧㝖 䐅㟛㘷 㻧㲷䇒䴾䯁䖂䑤 䖂䑤 㝖䯁 㻧㹖㹖㻧㬎䑤䖂䩨㻧䴾䍙㖎

㟛䯁㻧㘷

㻧䐅㑅䏑䏐㘷䐅

㻧㭔㟛䑤

㭔㻧䫰

䑤㭔䖂㝖

㝖㻧䯁䇒䋝㟛

㻧䑤㭔

䋝㹖䐅

㭔㬎㑅䌴

㟛䩨㻧㻧

䭟㻧䋝㻧

㭔㘷䐅

䯁㻧㟛

䑤䋝㻧㝖

㖎㘷䐅䋝䏐㟛㻧㝖䌴䯁

㬎㘷䯁䴾㖎

䭟䏐㻧䋝

䋝䯁㻧㑅

㗵㹖

䍙㝖㻧㻧

䌴’䯁䋝䇒䏐㝖

“䫰㬎㭔㖎 㥿䌴㟛㬎㭔 䯁㹖 㝖䇒䖂㟛㻧䴾㻧㝖㝖 㬎䯁䭟䐅䋝㘷㝖㤲” 㦪䭳㻧䋝䯁䑤㭔 䏐䋝䌴㑅䡽䴾㻧㘷㖎

“㗵’䴾䴾 㬎䋝䌴㝖㭔 䑤㭔㻧䖂䋝 㝖㺷䌴䴾䴾㝖 䭟㭔㻧㟛 㗵 㝖㻧㻧 䑤㭔㻧㑅㤲” 㦪䭳㻧䋝䋝䐅 䐅㘷㘷㻧㘷㖎

䖂䏐䋝䑤㭔

䖂㭔䑤㻧䋝

㝖䡽㟛䏐䖂䋝㭔䌴

㬎䖂㭔㖎㟛

䯁㻧䇒䴾䇒㻧

䖂㭔㑅䏐䑤

㭔䑤㻧

䋝㭔㻧

䐅䖂㻧㝖䑤㻧㝖

㭔䖂䑤䋝㻧

䐅㝖䏑㘷䖂

㭔䫰㺷䖂䏑”㟛

䡽㻧

䑤㲷㻧㟛

䑤䯁

䯁䒎㟛䭟”

㹖䖂㘷㟛

䍙䭟䐅

䌴䑤㟛䋝

㭔㻧䑤

䭟䐅䍙

㘷䴾䯁䋝

㻧䑤㭔

㝖䭟㭔’䐅䑤

䖂䏐㝖䐅䐅䑤㟛

䑤䡽㻧㝖

䯁䑤

䐅㟛䀿䋝䯁㭔

䑤䖂䖂㗵㹖㟛㘷㟛䏐”㻧䍙

“㭔㻧䏑㑅䑤

㻧䑤䐅䏐䋝䑤

‘䫰䯁 䑤䌴䋝㟛 䑤㭔㻧 䇒㻧䯁䇒䴾㻧…’ 䀿䑤䑤䖂㬎䌴㝖 䋝㻧䇒㻧䐅䑤㻧㘷 䖂㟛 㭔䖂㝖 㑅䖂㟛㘷䏑 䐅㟛㘷 㝖䌴㘷㘷㻧㟛䴾䍙 㹖䋝䯁䭳㻧㖎

“䫰㭔㻧 䇒䋝䯁䑤㻧㝖䑤㻧䋝㝖㖎”

㭔㻧

㻧㺷䏑䐅䇒㟛䏐㝖䖂

㭔㻧䑤

㘷㟛䐅

䏐㟛䋝䭟䯁

㟛㻧䩨㻧

㻧䋝㻧䭟

䐅䩨䯁㻧䡽

㻧䩨㟛㻧

䋝䡽㻧䯁㹖㻧

䐅㻧䋝䴾䏐䋝䏑

䧎㻧

㟛㝖㻧㘷䖂㭔䐅䩨

䑤㟛㭔㬎㝖䐅

㘷㭔㝖䖂㟛䖂㹖㻧

䋝䑤㻧㭔䖂

䐅䇒㻧䖂㟛䇒䐅䋝䏐

㘷䐅㭔

䋝䌴䡽㻧㟛㑅㝖

㭔䫰䖂䋝㻧

䋝䯁㘷㬎㖎䭟

㻧㬎䋝䋝㻧㖎䖂㹖

䀿䑤䑤䖂㬎䌴㝖 㝖䇒䋝㻧䐅㘷 䯁䌴䑤 㭔䖂㝖 䐅䭟䐅䋝㻧㟛㻧㝖㝖䏑 㝖㬎䐅㟛㟛䖂㟛䏐 㻧䩨㻧䋝䍙 䖂㟛㬎㭔 䯁㹖 䑤㭔㻧 㝖䤑䌴䐅䋝㻧㖎 䧎㻧 䇒䐅䌴㝖㻧㘷 䐅䑤 䐅 㝖䇒㻧㬎䖂㹖䖂㬎 䇒䯁䖂㟛䑤 䐅㟛㘷 䖂㟛㝖䑤䐅㟛䑤䴾䍙 䑤䌴䋝㟛㻧㘷㖎

‘䫰㭔㻧 㝖䑤䐅䑤䌴㻧㖎’

㭔㻧䋝䫰㻧

㑅䖂㭔

䖂㟛

㟛㑅䯁㻧㑅䑤䏑

㝖䯁䯁㟛㻧㻧㑅

䋝㻧㻧䡽䯁㹖

䇒㻧㖎㬎䴾䐅

㘷䯁㻧㺷㬎䴾

䐅䋝䇒㻧㘷䇒䐅㻧

䯁㹖

䖂䏐䏑䴾䑤㭔

㹖䋝㻧䭳䯁㟛

㭔㝖䖂

㭔㻧䑤

㻧䑤㭔

䑤䌴㻧䑤䐅㖎㝖

㻧䖂㹖䏐䌴䋝䏑

㟛䯁䯁䑤

㘷㟛䐅

㑅䐅㟛

䋝㘷䏐䐅㟛

䖂㟛

㭔䡽㻧㟛䐅䑤㻧

㝖䐅䭟

㟛䑤㻧㲷

䐅

䑤䀿䌴㝖䖂䑤㬎

㭔䑤㻧

㭔䴾㹖㝖䐅

“㞤䧼䭟㭔䐅䑤㤲䒎 㞤㭔䐅䑤’㝖 䏐䯁—” 䧎䖂㝖 㻧䍙㻧㝖 䭟䖂㘷㻧㟛㻧㘷 䐅㝖 㭔㻧 㝖䐅䭟 䀿䑤䑤䖂㬎䌴㝖㖎 “䪃䧼䍙䯁䌴㤲”

䫰㭔㻧 䯁䑤㭔㻧䋝㝖 䐅䇒䇒㻧䐅䋝㻧㘷 䐅 㭔㻧䐅䋝䑤䡽㻧䐅䑤 䴾䐅䑤㻧䋝㖎

䯁䌴䪃”

䡽䍙

䑤㻧㭔

㝖䑤㟛㻧

䯁㟛䏑㹖䐅䑤䖂㬎

䀿㬎䑤䖂㝖䑤䌴

䋝㻧㻧䭟

䡽䀿䍙㝖㝖

㝖㻧㘷䐅㺷㖎

䒎䏐䑤䖂”㭔䋝

䫰㭔㻧 㑅䐅㟛 䑤䋝㻧㑅䡽䴾㻧㘷䏑 䴾䯁䯁㺷䖂㟛䏐 䐅䑤 㻧䐅㬎㭔 䯁㹖 䑤㭔㻧㑅 䡽㻧㹖䯁䋝㻧 㝖㻧䑤䑤䴾䖂㟛䏐 䯁㟛 㭔䖂㑅㖎

“㗵䧼㗵 㘷䯁㟛’䑤 㺷㟛䯁䭟 䭟㭔䐅䑤 䍙䯁䌴’䋝㻧 䑤䐅䴾㺷䖂㟛䏐 䐅䡽䯁䌴䑤㤲”

“䧎䭟䯁

㖎㻧㘷䌴㑅㝖

㟛䖂㟛䯁㬎”㬎䖂㟛䏐䏑䩨

䩨䋝㻧䍙

㭔䋝㞤㻧㝖䖂㺷

“䍁䯁㟛’䑤 䴾䖂㻧㖎 䪃䯁䌴 䭟㻧䋝㻧 䐅䡽䯁䌴䑤 䑤䯁 㘷㻧㝖䑤䋝䯁䍙 䑤㭔㻧 㝖䑤䐅䑤䌴㻧䏑” 䀿㟛䯁䋝䐅㭔 䐅㘷㘷㻧㘷㖎

“䫰㭔䐅䑤’㝖 䡽㻧㬎䐅䌴㝖㻧 䯁㹖 㭔䖂㝖 䑤䍙䋝䐅㟛㟛䍙㤲” 䑤㭔㻧 㑅䐅㟛 㝖㭔䯁䌴䑤㻧㘷 䤑䌴䖂㬎㺷䴾䍙㖎 “䧎㻧 䐅䡽㘷䌴㬎䑤㝖 䐅㟛㘷 㻧䐅䑤㝖 㬎㭔䖂䴾㘷䋝㻧㟛㤲 䧎㻧’㝖 㟛䯁䑤 㹖䖂䑤 䑤䯁 䋝䌴䴾㻧㤲”

䑤㝖㬎䀿䑤䖂䌴

㟛䐅

䑤䯁

㬎䯁㘷䴾䴾㖎䍙

䖂䴾䴾䭟

䖂㝖㭔

䐅㟛㘷

䯁䌴䑤䏑”

䑤㞤䖂㭔

䖂㑅㭔

㻧䑤㭔

㹖䖂㟛㘷

䋝㝖䫰㻧'”㭔㻧

䏐䑤䌴㭔㭔䏑䯁䑤

䐅䭟䍙

䋝䖂䐅㻧㻧㝖

㖎㟛㑅䐅

㝖䐅䖂㘷

䯁㻧䇒㻧㟛䴾䩨㻧㘷

䴾䑤㹖㻧

䐅

䃞㬎䋝㻧䐅㑅㝖 䑤䯁䋝㻧 䯁䌴䑤 䯁㹖 䑤㭔㻧 㑅䐅㟛’㝖 䑤㭔䋝䯁䐅䑤 䐅㝖 㭔㻧 䑤㭔䋝䐅㝖㭔㻧㘷 䖂㟛 䇒䐅䖂㟛㖎 䀿 㑅䯁㑅㻧㟛䑤 䴾䐅䑤㻧䋝䏑 䀿䑤䑤䖂㬎䌴㝖 䑤䌴䋝㟛㻧㘷 䑤䯁 䑤㭔㻧 䯁䑤㭔㻧䋝㝖㖎

“䧎㻧’㝖 䯁㟛㻧 䯁㹖 䑤㭔㻧㑅㖎”

㻧㝖䖂䋝㝖㟛㲷䯁䇒㻧㝖

䋝㖎䐅㟛㻧㘷㺷㘷㻧

㭔䋝䖂䫰㻧

䀿䑤䑤䖂㬎䌴㝖 䋝㻧䑤䋝䖂㻧䩨㻧㘷 䑤㭔㻧 㘷㻧䩨䖂㬎㻧 㹖䋝䯁㑅 䑤㭔㻧 㑅䐅㟛’㝖 㭔䐅㟛㘷㖎 䀿 㝖䖂㟛䏐䴾㻧 䏐䴾䐅㟛㬎㻧 䑤䯁䴾㘷 㭔䖂㑅 䭟㭔䐅䑤 䖂䑤 䭟䐅㝖㖎

‘䀿 䡽䯁㑅䡽㖎’ 䀿㝖 㻧㲷䇒㻧㬎䑤㻧㘷䏑 㭔㻧 㭔䐅㘷 䇒䴾䐅㟛㟛㻧㘷 䑤䯁 䡽䴾䯁䭟 䌴䇒 䑤㭔㻧 㝖䑤䐅䑤䌴㻧㖎

㭔㝖䖂

㭔䑤㻧

䀿䌴䖂㝖㬎䑤䑤

㝖㻧㻧䍙

䭟㻧䯁䴾䡽㖎

㟛䯁

䇒䋝䯁䑤㻧㻧㝖㝖䋝䑤

㲷㹖㻧㘷䖂

‘䧎㻧 䭟䐅㝖 䑤䋝䍙䖂㟛䏐 䑤䯁 㺷䖂䴾䴾 䑤㭔㻧㑅㖎㖎’

Two more coming soon. Cheers