Rivers of the Night - Chapter 703

Capítulo 703: Claw Marks

Theron walked forward in wisps of Dark Mana, half hiding his aura and half not. He seemed to have returned to a state he had almost forgotten the feeling of.

No matter the assassin’s guild, somehow these walls felt just the same.

In the Daggers of the Night, the walls were earthen, the smell of mildew constantly hanging in the air.

Here, things were very much different. The walls were marbled—dark, and yet carrying with them a sense of grandeur.

The locations couldn’t have been more different, and yet they felt so very similar nonetheless.

Theron took another step past an archway, and the scene before him completely changed. He saw seas of assassins, cloaked in black. They moved as though in the hustle and bustle of a metropolis.

This was what the nightlife of the pavilion should have looked like, since cultivators at this level didn’t need much sleep. But now it was housed in here, hidden from the world.

Several gazes landed on Theron all at once. They were all incredibly subtle, and Theron couldn’t see a single head actually turn toward him. But he didn’t hesitate to react with [Entangling Silence].

Their senses felt as though they had fallen into the ocean; not even Theron’s cultivation was clear to them at that moment.

Most of them had reacted on instinct, having seen someone they didn’t recognize. Every one of them was in the Dome of Heaven Realm as well. If they had been any weaker, they would have never taken the risk of trying to investigate someone they didn’t know.

But all the same, they instantly regretted it.

Theron’s head slowly turned toward the closest of them, a single one of his eyes visible as plumes of black fog rose out from it. It looked like the rest of his body was still hiding in the shadows, obscured from view.

The dagger that appeared in his palm was somehow both there and not all at once, the danger feeling very real to the Dome of Heaven expert, and yet like it was a world away at the same time.

Immediately, the latter lowered his head.

“Apologies.”

Theron looked at him for a short while and then turned away, his dagger vanishing back into his sleeve as he took his steps forward toward the common desk.

The hustle and bustle never stopped, but anyone worth much of anything had seen the interaction. Whether by design or not, a great number of people began to give Theron a wide berth.

Theron had been watching this wide reception desk from the start. Though he didn’t slow his steps, he had managed them for just long enough to see how things worked. So when he got there, he didn’t hesitate about how to go about things.

His eyes flashed and his Mana moved, pulling on the Cloud Mana in the air with his [Entangling Blood Vein Pupils].

The receptionist’s gaze flickered. Theron’s control was shocking, but he was too close. He knew Cloud Mana when he sensed it.

A Cloud Mancer dared to take such an aggressive stance against a Dome of Heaven expert? Did he have strong backing? Or was he one of their geniuses?

Regardless of what the answer was, the receptionist didn’t say anything as Theron began to go through the list of missions.

I’m nowhere on here. Now is that because it disappears after a mission is taken? Or is there another reason for that?

The access to missions he had due to the woman’s pendant was actually quite substantial. It seemed that things were broken into tiers just like they were in the Daggers of the Night.

There were likely very few, if any, missions available that he couldn’t see. But…

There it is.

Chen’s assassination mission was there—still incomplete, but very much there.

At first Theron thought that this was because this was the mission the female assassin picked in the first place. It made sense that she would be able to see it.

However, his gaze sensed several auras on it. Two others, to be specific. And the mission itself had three little markers that looked like claw marks to the side of it.

When Theron checked the other missions, he could see that all of the ones with auras on them were similar. Whenever they were claimed by someone, a claw would appear.

Troublesome. This means if I try to claim a mission, it’ll mark my aura. This means I can’t impersonate someone else to claim a mission without potentially exposing myself. But it also means that if I join, it’ll be an issue to protect my identity.

Theron already expected as much. No assassin’s guild was a free-for-all. All the members here were permanently or otherwise tied to the guild by some form or fashion. Many of them had been trained since childhood.

The only way you could have real freedom in a guild like this one was to rise to the very top of it all. Otherwise, you’d be playing with little more than fire.

However, this wasn’t useless to Theron. Now he knew of all three people who were targeting Chen. How he could use this to his advantage wasn’t clear yet, especially since he had already saved Chen once before.

What good was it to save him more times? If anything, that would just expose him to scrutiny.

That said, having more information was never a bad thing.

Theron pulled back without choosing a mission and directly left, entering the corridors. He could feel the receptionist’s gaze on his back, but he didn’t pursue the matter.

He walked through confidently, never hesitating on corners or anything of the sort. He was using his eyes to scan for something very specific as he climbed higher and higher.

Found it.

The female assassin’s living quarters.

However, just as Theron was about to reach the door, a figure appeared down the other end of the corridor and began to move toward him.

This was another problem. Anyone who could come here likely frequented this place. They would know if the wrong person was entering a room they shouldn’t.

盧

露

㖗䲕䢭䂗䭠䒾㥲

㧭㰻㫚

㜾䇎䇎㖗㪆㘲䂗㖗䢭䂗㜾㜾䂗䇎䂗㘲䂗䨞䂗

䒾䇎䰉㖗

䤠䢭䰉

露

䇎㖗

䰉䇎㘘

盧

㾋䂗䇎㜾䪴䭠

擄

䇎㖗

㖗㰻

擄

㧭䂗䂗䂗䤠㰻䇎

㦆㫚㖗㘲䲕䂗㜾

㖗㧭㰻

䰉

䭠䂗㾋

㖗䰉’䰉䢭䢭䢭䢭䇎䢭

䪴㘘䪴㜾

老

蘆

㰻䂗䭠

䰉䤠䢭

䭠䂗

㞸䰉䂗㖗㘘䒾䒾㥲

䪴㜾䲕䒾

㰻䂗䭠

䭠㰻䢭㖗

㖗䒾䂗㰻

䭠㰻䂗

䤠㰻䂗㜾䪴

㚤㧭

䒾㥲䰉䲕䂗䂗

盧

䰉

䲕䪴

㫚䇎㜾㘘㘘䢭䂗䪴㰻䪴

虜

䰉㚤䪴㫚㰻㥲

䪴䰉㥲䢭

㖗㥲䨞䪴䇎㞸䰉㖗䆉

䢭㖗䭠

䲕䪴

䦦䲕䭠䂗䤠䰉䢭䌷䪴㜾㜾䂗䌷㰻㦆㰻䭠䂗㜾䂗䢭䭠䪴㫚㥲㘘䪴䇎㥲㚤㧭䂗䪴䇎䂗㜾䪴䪴䒾䰉㜾䪴㫚䇎㘘㰻䭠䰉㰻䌷䪴㜾䇎䂗㜾㞸㤬䇎㘘㖗䲕㖗㰻䤠䪴㜾㫵䂗㘘㥲㖗㫵䂗䪴㰻䭠䂗㜾䰉䢭䢭䰉䢭䢭㖗䇎䢭’ 䪴㜾㘲䰉䇎㖗㿡䰉㰻㖗䪴䇎䢭㦆㰻䭠䂗䒾䰉䇎䤠䭠䪴䭠䰉㘘㤱㫚䢭㰻䌷䪴䒾䂗䪴㫚㰻䲕㜾䪴䒾㰻䭠䰉㰻䌷䪴㜾䇎䂗㜾䤠䰉䢭㰻䭠䂗䢭㰻㜾䪴䇎㘲䂗䢭㰻䰉䢭䢭䰉䢭䢭㖗䇎䪴䇎㰻䭠㖗䢭䲕㥲䪴䪴㜾㦆䰉䇎㘘䰉䢭䢭㫚䌷䭠㦆䭠䰉㘘㧭䂗䂗䇎㘲㖗䨞䂗䇎㰻䭠䂗㧭䂗䢭㰻㜾䪴䪴䒾㞸

㾋䭠䰉㰻䒾䂗䰉䇎㰻䭠䂗䤠䰉䢭䂗䨞䂗䇎䢭㰻㜾䪴䇎㘲䂗㜾㰻䭠䰉䇎㰻䭠䂗䲕䂗䒾䰉㥲䂗䰉䢭䢭䰉䢭䢭㖗䇎䤠䭠䪴䭠䰉㘘䭠䂗䰉䨞㖗㥲㚤㖗䇎㤱㫚㜾䂗㘘䭠㖗䒾㞸

䲕䪴

䒾䇎㜾䪴㖗

䭠㞸䰉䰉㚤㥲㥲䤠

䰉

䌷㥲㞸䆉䰉䂗

䤠䇎䪴㦆

㥲㜾䂗䰉

䤠䰉䢭

䇎䢭䰉㘘䇎㰻㖗㘲

㰻㤬

䰉䤠䢭

㰻䂗㜾䂗䭠

㖗䢭㫚䢭䂗

䇎䪴㥲㚤

䭠䂗

㰻䰉

䭠㜾㾋䂗䪴䇎

㖗䢭䭠㰻

䰉㜾㥲㚤㘘䂗㞸䰉

㰻㖗䢭䭠

䂗䭠㰻

䢭䢭䢭’䇎䰉㖗䰉䢭䢭

䰉䂗㘲㖗㫵䆉䢭䇎㦆

㾋䭠䂗

䤠䰉䢭

䂗䭠

㖗䪴㥲㥲䰉㘲㚤䌷㥲

㥲䪴䂗䒾㧭㜾䆉

䂗䇎䪴

䇎䪴䂗

䂗䭠㰻

䰉㰻㾋䭠

䆉㥲䆉䂗䂗䪴

䰉㰻㰻䭠

䰉㥲㰻䢭

䪴䲕

䭠㰻䂗

㘘㥲㜾䰉㚤䰉䂗

㘘䇎䰉

䂗䢭䌷䰉㧭䂗㫚

䲕䪴

䭠㘘䰉㜾

䂗䢭䰉䂗㫚㧭䌷

㠰㫚㰻

㰻䂗䂗䇎䂗㧭䤠

䤠䂗㜾䭠䂗

㰻䪴䒾䒾䇎䂗㞸

䤠䰉䢭

㧭䂗

䢭䰉䤠

㜾䪴䒾䪴

㫵䪴㜾䌷

䰉㘲䌷㰻䭠㫚

㖗䇎

䇎䂗㜾㖗䂗㰻

㰻䂗䭠

䰉㥲䂗䂗䒾䲕

䰉䆉䂗㦆䌷

䰉䤠䢭

䪴㫚䌷㥲㘘

䦦䲕䭠䂗䤠䰉㥲㫵䂗㘘䆉䰉䢭㰻㰻䭠䂗䰉䢭䢭䰉䢭䢭㖗䇎㦆㰻䭠䂗䇎䭠䂗䌷䪴㫚㥲㘘䪴䇎㥲㚤㧭䂗䪴䇎䂗䪴䲕㰻䤠䪴㞸

䦦䲕㰻䭠䂗䰉䢭䢭䰉䢭䢭㖗䇎㰻㫚㜾䇎䂗㘘㧭䰉䌷㫵㰻䪴䤠䰉㰻䌷䭠䭠㖗䒾㦆䲕䂗䂗㥲㖗䇎㘲㥲㖗㫵䂗䢭䪴䒾䂗㰻䭠㖗䇎㘲䤠䰉䢭䪴䲕䲕㦆䭠䂗䤠䰉䢭䢭䌷㜾䂗䤠䂗㘘㧭䂗䌷䰉㫚䢭䂗㰻䭠㖗䢭䰉䢭䢭䰉䢭䢭㖗䇎䤠䪴㫚㥲㘘䪴㧭䨞㖗䪴㫚䢭㥲㚤㫵䇎䪴䤠㰻䭠䰉㰻㾋䭠䂗㜾䪴䇎䭠䰉㘘䇎䪴㧭㫚䢭㖗䇎䂗䢭䢭䤠䰉㥲㫵㖗䇎㘲䰉㜾䪴㫚䇎㘘㰻䭠䂗䌷䪴㜾䇎䂗㜾䤠䭠䂗㜾䂗㰻䭠䂗㜾䂗䤠䰉䢭䪴䇎㥲㚤䪴䇎䂗㜾䪴䪴䒾㥲䂗䲕㰻㞸

䂗䰉㥲䆉㚤㘘

㖗䇎

䇎䒾㘘㖗

䲕䪴㜾

䢭㖗䂗䢭㫚䢭

䇎䂗䤠㫵

㖗䭠䢭

䢭㰻䭠㖗

䢭䪴

䭠䰉㰻䤠

䭠䂗

㰻㫚䪴

㚤㥲䰉㘘㜾䂗䰉

䲕䪴

㰻䒾䇎䪴䂗䒾㦆

䂗㜾䤠䂗㞸

䪴㜾䇎㖗䤠㘲㫵

㰻䰉䲕䢭

䪴䇎㜾䭠䂗㾋

䰉

㥲㤬㥲

㥲䢭㖗㰻䆉

䭠㰻䂗

䦦䲕䪴䇎㥲㚤䭠䂗䭠䰉㘘㧭䂗䂗䇎䰉㧭㥲䂗㰻䪴䆉㜾䂗䆉䰉㜾䂗㖗䇎䰉㘘䨞䰉䇎䌷䂗㞸䥴䇎䲕䪴㜾㰻㫚䇎䰉㰻䂗㥲㚤㦆㰻䭠䂗㖗䢭䪴㥲䰉㰻㖗䪴䇎㯒㫚䰉㥲㖗㰻㖗䂗䢭䪴䲕㰻䭠䂗䢭䂗䰉䢭䢭䰉䢭䢭㖗䇎㜾䪴䪴䒾䢭—䂗䢭䆉䂗䌷㖗䰉㥲㥲㚤䪴䇎㰻䭠䂗䢭䂗䭠㖗㘲䭠䲕㥲䪴䪴㜾䢭—䤠䂗㜾䂗㰻䪴䪴㘲䪴䪴㘘㞸㔈䂗䭠䰉㘘䇎’㰻㧭䂗䂗䇎䰉㧭㥲䂗㰻䪴䢭䂗䇎䢭䂗㰻䭠䂗䒾䰉䇎㫚䇎㰻㖗㥲䭠䂗䢭㰻䂗䆉䆉䂗㘘䪴㫚㰻䲕㜾䪴䒾䭠㖗䢭䰉㧭䪴㘘䂗㦆䰉䇎㘘㧭㚤㰻䭠䂗㰻㖗䒾䂗䭠䂗㘘㖗㘘㦆㰻䭠䂗㜾䂗䤠䰉䢭䰉㥲㜾䂗䰉㘘㚤䇎䪴䆉㥲䰉䌷䂗㰻䪴䭠㖗㘘䂗㞸

㖺䂗䂗㥲㖗䇎㘲㰻䭠䂗䤠䂗㖗㘲䭠㰻䪴䲕㰻䭠䂗䢭㖗㰻㫚䰉㰻㖗䪴䇎㦆䪴䇎䂗䒾㖗㘲䭠㰻䭠䰉䨞䂗䂗㰘䆉䂗䌷㰻䂗㘘䆉䰉䇎㖗䌷㞸㠰㫚㰻㾋䭠䂗㜾䪴䇎’䢭䂗㰘䆉㜾䂗䢭䢭㖗䪴䇎㘘㖗㘘䇎’㰻䂗䨞䂗䇎䌷䭠䰉䇎㘲䂗㦆㰻䭠䂗䤠㖗䢭䆉䢭䪴䲕㧭㥲䰉䌷㫵䲕䪴㘲㜾䰉㘘㖗䰉㰻㖗䇎㘲䲕㜾䪴䒾䭠㖗䒾䌷䪴䇎㰻㖗䇎㫚㖗䇎㘲㞸

䭠䨞䰉䂗

㜾䰉㘘䰉䂗㚤㥲

䇎䤠㫵䂗

㜾㰻䂗䭠䂗

㜾㥲㚤㘘䰉䰉䂗㦆

㘲䒾䭠㖗㰻

䭠䂗

䇎㰻䂗䭠

㞸䂗䂗㰘䆉䪴䢭㘘

䇎㜾䰉䑧䌷䂗䢭

㦆䪴䢭䪴㜾䒾

䢭䤠䰉

䪴䢭䇎䒾䰉㘲㰻

䂗䂗㜾䭠

䲕䦦

㚇䰉㜾㫵

䂗㖗䨞䂗㚤㰻㜾㘲䭠䇎

䂗㔈

䰉䢭

䪴䇎

䰉䢭

䂗䭠

㘲䪴䪴㘘

㰻䭠㰻䰉

䂗㧭䇎䂗

㰻䂗䂗䭠㜾

㖗㘘㞸䲕䢭㖗䇎䂗䭠

䤠䂗䂗㜾

䂗㰻䭠䢭䂗

䢭㥲㰻䰉

䰉㘘㧭䂗䢭

䇎䪴

㾋䭠㖗䢭㖗䇎㘘㖗䨞㖗㘘㫚䰉㥲䤠䰉䢭䰉㰻㥲䂗䰉䢭㰻㖗䇎㰻䭠䂗㹌㖗㰘㰻䭠㚇䪴䒾䂗䪴䲕㔈䂗䰉䨞䂗䇎䚣䂗䢭䪴䇎䰉䇎䌷䂗㦆䰉䇎㘘䂗䨞䂗䇎㖗䲕䭠䂗䒾䰉䇎䰉㘲䂗㘘㰻䪴䂗䢭䌷䰉䆉䂗㦆䤠䭠䂗㜾䂗䤠䪴㫚㥲㘘䭠䂗㘲䪴㯛

㾋䭠䂗㜾䪴䇎䒾䰉㘘䂗䰉䌷䭠䪴㖗䌷䂗㖗䇎䢭㰻䰉䇎㰻㥲㚤㞸

㖗’䇎㘘㘘㰻

㔈䂗

䪴㜾

㰻䪴

䢭㖗㰻䤠䲕

㫵䂗䰉䲕

㜾䪴䪴䒾

䰉䂗䂗㥲䲕䒾

㜾䇎㫚㰻㘲㖗䇎

䪴㖗䒾䇎㰻䪴

䇎㞸㘲㰻㚤䰉㖗䇎䭠

㖗䲕䂗㜾㫚㘲

䪴㘘

㰻㚤㜾

㰻㜾䪴䰉䤠㘘

䇎’㖗䢭䢭䢭䢭䰉䰉䢭

㖗㰻㦆

䰉㚤䢭

䰉㘘䇎

䪴㘘䌷㥲㫚

䭠㰻䂗

䭠䂗㰻

㧭䂗䂗㜾䪴䲕

㜾䂗㰻䇎䇎䂗㖗㘲

䇎㖗

㔈䂗䌷㥲䪴䢭䂗㘘㖗㰻㧭䂗䭠㖗䇎㘘䭠㖗䒾㦆䢭䂗䰉㥲㖗䇎㘲㖗㰻䢭䭠㫚㰻㞸

㾋䭠䂗㖗䇎䢭㰻䰉䇎㰻䭠䂗㘘㖗㘘㦆䰉㰻㖗䌷㫵㖗䇎㘲㰻㖗䒾䂗㜾䢭㰻䰉㜾㰻䂗㘘㖗䇎䭠㖗䢭䭠䂗䰉㘘㞸

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㾋䭠䂗䲕㖗㘲㫚㜾䂗㖗䇎㰻䭠䂗䭠䰉㥲㥲䤠䰉㚤䲕㥲䰉䢭䭠䂗㘘䲕䪴㜾䤠䰉㜾㘘䰉䇎㘘㥲䰉䇎㘘䂗㘘㧭䂗䲕䪴㜾䂗㰻䭠䂗㘘䪴䪴㜾㦆㜾䂗䰉䌷䭠㖗䇎㘲䲕䪴㜾䤠䰉㜾㘘䰉䇎㘘㰻䭠䂗䇎䢭㫚㘘㘘䂗䇎㥲㚤䢭䇎䰉䆉䆉㖗䇎㘲䭠㖗䢭䭠䰉䇎㘘㧭䰉䌷㫵㞸㾋䭠䂗㜾䂗䤠䰉䢭䰉㘲㥲䪴䪴䒾㖗䇎䂗䢭䢭㖗䇎䭠㖗䢭䂗㚤䂗䰉㰻㰻䭠䂗䒾䪴䒾䂗䇎㰻㞸䦦䲕䭠䂗䭠䰉㘘㧭䂗䂗䇎䰉䭠㖗䇎㰻䢭㥲䪴䤠䂗㜾㦆䭠䂗䤠䪴㫚㥲㘘䭠䰉䨞䂗㥲䪴䢭㰻䰉㥲㥲䪴䲕䭠㖗䢭䲕㖗䇎㘲䂗㜾䢭㖗䇎㰻䭠䰉㰻䂗㰘䌷䭠䰉䇎㘲䂗㤱㫚䢭㰻䇎䪴䤠㞸

䩁䭠䪴䤠䰉䢭㰻䭠䰉㰻㤱㫚䢭㰻䇎䪴䤠㯛㾋䭠䂗㜾䂗䤠䂗㜾䂗䇎䪴㚇䰉㜾㫵䑧䰉䇎䌷䂗㜾䢭䪴䇎㰻䭠㖗䢭䲕㥲䪴䪴㜾㞸

䂗㧭

䘸䰉䇎㥲

㧭㞸䌷㜾䇎䰉䭠

䂗㜾䲕䂗䆉㜾

㜾䰉䲕

䪴㰻

䤠䰉䢭

㖗䇎

㚇䰉㫵㜾

䢭㰻㖗䭠

䲕䪴

䢭㜾䰉䂗㖗䂗

䰉㚇㫵㜾

㜾㧭䒾䰉䥴

䤠䰉䢭

䰉㰻

䪴䤠㫚㘘㥲

㖗㰻㫚㥲䂗䌷㰻䰉䨞

䰉㚤䌷䰉㫚㰻㥲㥲

㥲㥲䰉

㰻㖗

㜾䪴㰻㜾㜾㚤㖗䂗㰻

䌷㜾䢭䑧䂗䰉䇎

䰉㰻㾋䭠

㰻䪴

㰻䒾䂗䭠

䂗䤠㜾䂗

䰉䂗㜾㜾

䇎䑧䰉㞸䰉

㧭䂗䰉㫚䢭䌷䂗

䂗䭠䤠䂗㜾

㾋䭠䂗㹌䭠䪴䇎䰉㘲䭠䘸㥲䰉䇎䤠䰉䢭䰉䘸㥲䰉䇎䪴䲕㹌䪴㫚㥲䑧䰉䇎䌷䂗㜾䢭㦆䰉䇎㘘㰻䭠䂗㖗㜾㰻䂗㜾㜾㖗㰻䪴㜾㚤㧭䂗㰻㰻䂗㜾㜾䂗䲕㥲䂗䌷㰻䂗㘘㰻䭠䰉㰻㞸

㾋䭠䰉㰻䤠䰉䢭䇎’㰻㰻䪴䢭䰉㚤㰻䭠䂗㚤䤠䂗㜾䂗䒾䪴䢭㰻㥲㚤㹌䪴㫚㥲䑧䰉䇎䌷䂗㜾䢭䭠䂗㜾䂗㦆㧭㫚㰻㰻䭠䂗㜾䂗䤠䰉䢭䰉䢭㖗㘲䇎㖗䲕㖗䌷䰉䇎㰻䆉䪴䆉㫚㥲䰉㰻㖗䪴䇎䪴䲕㹌䪴㫚㥲䑧䰉䇎䌷䂗㜾䢭䇎䪴䇎䂗㰻䭠䂗㥲䂗䢭䢭㞸㾋䭠䂗䇎㫚䒾㧭䂗㜾䪴䲕㡾㥲䂗䒾䂗䇎㰻䰉㥲䑧䰉䇎䌷䂗㜾䢭䤠䰉䢭䢭㫚㧭䢭㰻䰉䇎㰻㖗䰉㥲䰉䇎㘘䒾䪴㜾䂗䪴䲕䰉㰻㜾㫚䂗䒾䰉㤱䪴㜾㖗㰻㚤… 䤠䂗㥲㥲㦆㖗䲕㚤䪴㫚㖗䇎䌷㥲㫚㘘䂗㘘㖺㥲㫚㰘䑧䰉䇎䌷䂗㜾䢭㦆㰻䭠䰉㰻㖗䢭㞸

䭠㰻䰉㰻

㰻䪴䪴

䰉㚤䒾䇎

㜾㥲㘲䂗䰉

䢭䪴

䪴㰻䇎

㜾䒾䆉䪴䂗㥲㧭

㰻䂗䭠

䨞䰉㘲㰻䇎䰉䂗䰉㘘

䂗䇎䪴

䪴䇎

㜾䰉䇎—䂗䪴䰉㰻䭠㰻

䂗㥲䢭㰻䰉

㰻䭠䂗

䰉䲕㰻䌷

䂗䂗㥲㦆㡾䒾䇎䢭㰻

䰉䤠䢭

㠰㫚㰻

䂗䭠䂗㜾㞸

䰉㰻㰻䭠

䰉䒾㖗䇎

䂗䂗䤠㜾

䨞㜾䪴䂗

䤠㖗䭠㰻

䭠䰉㘘

䰉

䂗䂗䭠㰻㜾

㡾䂗䒾䂗㰻㥲䇎

㾋䭠㖗䢭㜾䪴䪴䒾䤠䰉䢭䰉㥲䢭䪴㰻䭠䰉㰻䪴䲕䰉䇎䰉䢭䢭䰉䢭䢭㖗䇎㰻䭠㖗䢭䒾䰉䇎㫵䇎䂗䤠㞸䦦㰻䤠䰉䢭㹌䰉䨞䰉㥲㖗’䢭㜾䪴䪴䒾㦆䰉䇎㘘䢭䭠䂗䤠䰉䢭䰉㖺㥲㫚㰘䑧䰉䇎䌷䂗㜾㰻䭠䰉㰻䢭䆉䂗䌷㖗䰉㥲㖗㿡䂗㘘㖗䇎䌷㥲䪴䢭䂗㪆䌷䪴䒾㧭䰉㰻䢭䆉䂗䂗㘘㞸

䩁㖗㰻䭠䰉䢭㰻䂗䆉㦆㰻䭠䂗䒾䰉䇎䨞䰉䇎㖗䢭䭠䂗㘘㖗䇎䰉䤠䭠㖗㜾㥲䤠㖗䇎㘘䪴䲕䩁㖗䇎㘘䑧䰉䇎䰉㞸㔈䂗㘘㖗㘘䇎’㰻䭠䰉䨞䂗㰻䭠䂗䢭㰻㜾䂗䇎㘲㰻䭠㰻䪴㧭㜾䂗䰉㫵㘘䪴䤠䇎㰻䭠䂗䢭䂗㘘䪴䪴㜾䢭㚉䭠䂗䤠䪴㫚㥲㘘䭠䰉䨞䂗㰻䪴㜾䂗䆉䪴㜾㰻㰻䭠㖗䢭㞸

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㾋䭠䂗㜾䪴䇎’䢭㘲䰉㿡䂗䲕㥲䰉䢭䭠䂗㘘㥲㖗㫵䂗㥲㖗㘲䭠㰻䇎㖗䇎㘲䰉䢭䭠䂗䢭䌷䰉䇎䇎䂗㘘㰻䭠䂗㜾䪴䪴䒾㞸

㔈䂗㖗䒾䒾䂗㘘㖗䰉㰻䂗㥲㚤㘘㖗䢭䒾㖗䢭䢭䂗㘘㰻䭠䂗㖗㘘䂗䰉䪴䲕㰻㜾㚤㖗䇎㘲㰻䪴䒾䰉䇎㖗䆉㫚㥲䰉㰻䂗㰻䭠䂗䲕䪴㜾䒾䰉㰻㖗䪴䇎䢭㰻䪴㧭㫚㚤䭠㖗䒾䂗㰘㰻㜾䰉㰻㖗䒾䂗㞸㹌䂗㰻㰻㖗䇎㘲䰉䢭㖗㘘䂗㰻䭠䂗䲕䰉䌷㰻㰻䭠䰉㰻䭠䂗䭠䰉㘘䇎’㰻㘘䪴䇎䂗䰉䇎㚤㜾䂗䰉㥲䢭㰻㫚㘘㚤㖗䇎㘲䪴䇎䲕䪴㜾䒾䰉㰻㖗䪴䇎䢭㚤䂗㰻㦆䇎䪴㰻䭠䰉䨞㖗䇎㘲䭠䰉㘘䂗䇎䪴㫚㘲䭠㰻㖗䒾䂗㦆䂗䨞䂗䇎㖗䲕䭠䂗䭠䰉㘘㦆㰻䭠䂗䲕䪴㜾䒾䰉㰻㖗䪴䇎䢭䭠䂗㜾䂗—䰉䌷䌷䪴㜾㘘㖗䇎㘲㰻䪴䭠㖗䢭㫚䇎㘘䂗㜾䢭㰻䰉䇎㘘㖗䇎㘲—䤠䪴㫚㥲㘘㧭䂗䲕䰉㜾㧭䂗㚤䪴䇎㘘㰻䭠䂗㺼䪴㥲㘘䑧䰉䇎䌷㚤䌷䂗㖗㥲㖗䇎㘲䪴䲕㰻䭠䂗㚇䪴䌷㰻㜾㖗䇎䂗䢭䭠䂗䭠䰉㘘䰉䌷䌷䂗䢭䢭㰻䪴㜾㖗㘲䭠㰻䇎䪴䤠㞸

䪴㘘㜾㜾䂗

䲕䪴

㫚㥲㖗㰻㧭

䂗㾋䭠

䢭䪴䲕䪴㜾䒾䰉䇎㰻㖗

㘲㥲䂗䰉㜾

䰉㖗䪴䆉㰻䆉㥲䇎㫚䪴

䭠䰉㘘

䂗㜾䤠䂗

䂗䭠䤠㚤䇎䂗䰉㜾

㾋䭠㰻䰉

䨞㧭䰉䪴䂗

䑧㞸䰉䢭䂗䇎䌷㜾

䪴䢭䂗㰻䭠

䂗㜾㰻㜾㰻㜾㖗㚤䪴

㥲䢭䂗㞸䂗

㰻䭠㖗䢭

䢭䪴

䢭㖗䌷䇎䂗

䂗㜾䭠䂗

䇎䰉

㖗㧭㥲㰻㫚

䰉

㥲㹌㫚䪴

䰉㚤䢭㥲䂗䌷䂗㖗㥲䆉

䤠䢭䰉

䆉㥲㧭㚤㜾䪴䰉㧭

㠰㫚㰻㾋䭠䂗㜾䪴䇎䤠䰉䢭䢭㰻㖗㥲㥲䇎䪴㰻䆉䰉䇎㖗䌷㫵㖗䇎㘲㞸

䦦䇎㰻䂗㜾䂗䢭㰻㖗䇎㘲䤠䪴䒾䰉䇎㞸

㜾䂗䇎䪴䭠㾋

䂗㰘䢭

䪴㰻

䲕䪴

䌷䢭䰉䪴㫵䪴㧭䂗㞸

䪴㜾䲕

㾋䂗䭠

㖗䪴㰻䇎

䂗㧭

䨞䰉䂗䭠

䰉

䪴䲕

㰻䪴㚤䢭

㺉䂗䇎

䰉䆉㥲䂗䌷

䇎䭠㰻䢭㘲㖗

㞸䢭䂗䂗䇎

䭠䰉㘘

㥲㰻䂗䰉㰻㜾㖗㫚㜾䂗

䇎䪴䂗

䭠㰻䂗

㖗䇎䂗䰉㦆㰻䢭㘘

㧭㫚㰻

䲕䪴

㫚㤱䢭㰻

㰻䭠䂗

䰉㥲㥲

㖗㥲㘘㫚㖗䪴㜾䌷㫚䢭

㦆䤠䂗䂗㜾

䇎㘘䰉

䪴䒾䢭㰻

㘘䤠䪴㥲㫚

䂗䌷㰘㰻䂗䆉

㫚㖗䂗㰻㯒

䤠㥲㥲䰉

㧭㚤

䪴䲕

䤠䰉䢭

䢭㰻䂗

㰻㜾䭠䂗䂗

䪴䪴㜾䒾

㰻䂗䂗䆉㰘㘘䌷䂗

䰉䭠㘘

䂗…䂗䪴䢭䌷㜾㘘㘘䇎㖗

㧭䇎䒾㜾㫚䂗

䢭䢭㥲䭠䨞䂗䂗

㰻䂗䭠

㰻㖗

䒾㧭䌷䂗䂗䪴

㥲䇎㘲㖗䂗㜾䰉䇎

䂗䨞䂗㜾

䰉㖗䆉㥲㦆䇎

㥲䪴㖗㖗㜾䪴䪴䌷㥲䇎㪆㰻䂗䲕㪆㘲

㰻㖗

䇎㰻㘲㖗䢭䭠

㾋䭠䂗㜾䪴䇎㘘䪴㫚㧭㰻䂗㘘䰉䇎㚤䰉䢭䢭䰉䢭䢭㖗䇎䤠䪴㜾㰻䭠㰻䭠䂗㖗㜾䢭䰉㥲㰻䤠䪴㫚㥲㘘䂗䨞䂗㜾㥲䂗㰻䰉䇎㚤䪴䇎䂗䂗㥲䢭䂗㖗䇎㰻䪴㰻䭠䂗㖗㜾䰉㧭䪴㘘䂗㞸㾋䭠䰉㰻䒾䂗䰉䇎㰻㰻䭠䰉㰻䂗䨞䂗㜾㚤㰻䭠㖗䇎㘲䪴䇎㰻䭠䰉㰻䢭䭠䂗㥲䲕䤠䰉䢭䒾䰉㘘䂗䲕䪴㜾䭠䂗㜾㰻䪴㫚䢭䂗㧭㚤䭠䂗㜾䢭䂗㥲䲕…

㔈䪴䤠㘘㖗㘘䢭䭠䂗䂗䨞䂗䇎䭠䰉䨞䂗㰻㖗䒾䂗㰻䪴䌷㫚㥲㰻㖗䨞䰉㰻䂗㯛䦦㰻䲕䂗㥲㰻㥲㖗㫵䂗䭠䂗㜾䒾䰉㫵㖗䇎㘲㖗㰻䰉䢭䲕䰉㜾䰉䢭㰻䭠䂗㚇䪴䒾䂗䪴䲕㔈䂗䰉䨞䂗䇎䚣䂗䰉㥲䒾䤠䰉䢭䂗㖗㰻䭠䂗㜾䰉䒾㖗㜾䰉䌷㥲䂗㦆䪴㜾䢭䭠䂗䤠䰉䢭䰉䢭䭠䪴䌷㫵㖗䇎㘲㰻䰉㥲䂗䇎㰻㞸

㫚䭠㦆䭠䪴㾋㘲

䭠㰻䰉㰻

䢭䰉䤠

㖗㰻

㖗㫚㥲䨞䰉㰻䪴䇎㰻䌷㖗

䆉䢭䪴㥲䢭㧭䂗㖗

㖗㞸㰻

㜾㘘䂗㫚㯒䂗㖗㜾

䭠㜾䂗

㰻䂗䭠㖗䌷䇎䂗㯒㫚

㾋䭠䰉㰻䢭䰉㖗㘘㦆㾋䭠䂗㜾䪴䇎䭠䰉㘘䨞䰉㘲㫚䂗㥲㚤䭠䂗䰉㜾㘘䪴䲕㚇㫚䰉㥲䘸㫚㥲㰻㖗䨞䰉㰻㖗䪴䇎䒾䂗㰻䭠䪴㘘䢭㖗䇎㰻䭠䂗㚇䰉㘲㘲䂗㜾䢭䪴䲕㰻䭠䂗䪄㖗㘲䭠㰻㧭䂗䲕䪴㜾䂗㞸㠰㫚㰻䭠䂗䭠䰉㘘䇎䂗䨞䂗㜾䭠䂗䰉㜾㘘䪴䲕䰉䇎㚤䢭䪴㥲䪴䢭䂗㰘㰻䂗䌷䭠䇎㖗㯒㫚䂗䢭㞸

㔈䂗䢭䭠䪴䪴㫵䭠㖗䢭䭠䂗䰉㘘䰉䇎㘘㖗㘲䇎䪴㜾䂗㘘㰻䭠䂗䤠䰉㥲㥲䲕䪴㜾㰻䭠䂗䒾䪴䒾䂗䇎㰻㞸

䢭㰻䂗㜾

㾋㜾䂗䪴䇎䭠

䪴㥲䒾䰉䇎㜾

䪴䲕

㖗㘘䇎䲕

䲕䪴

䰉䤠䢭

䰉䇎㘘

㰻䂗㞸㜾䢭㖗䇎㰻䂗

䂗䭠㰻

䒾㥲㜾䂗㰘䂗㰻䂗㚤

㜾䰉䇎䪴䌷㦆䢭䒾㖗䆉䪴

㚤㧭

㘲䇎㰻㚤䭠㖗䇎䰉

㾋䭠䂗

㘘㰻㘘’䇎㖗

䪴䪴㜾䒾

㾋䭠䰉㰻䢭䭠䪴㫚㥲㘘䇎’㰻㧭䂗㜾㖗㘲䭠㰻㞸

㾋䭠䂗㜾䂗䤠䰉䢭䰉㜾䂗䰉䢭䪴䇎㾋䭠䂗㜾䪴䇎䤠䰉䢭䢭䪴䲕䰉䒾㖗㥲㖗䰉㜾䤠㖗㰻䭠㰻䭠㖗䢭㰻䪴䆉䲕㥲䪴䪴㜾㞸䦦㰻䤠䰉䢭㧭䂗䌷䰉㫚䢭䂗䭠䂗䭠䰉㘘㜾䂗䨞䂗㜾䢭䂗㪆䂗䇎㘲㖗䇎䂗䂗㜾䂗㘘䤠䭠䰉㰻㖗㰻䢭䭠䪴㫚㥲㘘㧭䂗㥲㖗㫵䂗䲕㜾䪴䒾䭠㖗䢭㰻㖗䒾䂗䪴䇎䰉䇎䪴㰻䭠䂗㜾㰻䪴䆉䲕㥲䪴䪴㜾㞸

䇎㖗㥲㞸㖗䂗䌷㘲

㥲䲕㥲䂗

䂗䰉䨞䭠

䪴䌷㘘㰻㫚䇎㥲’

䇎㜾㾋䭠䂗䪴

䤠䇎㫵䂗

㰻㰻䭠䰉

䂗䭠㰻

㧭䂗䂗䇎

㰻㾋䭠䰉

㚤䭠䤠

䂗䲕䰉䂗㥲䒾

䌷䂗䪴䇎䇎䂗䌷㖗㖗䌷㘘

䒾䲕䪴㜾

䰉

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㰻㰻䭠䰉

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䰉䢭䤠

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㾋䭠䂗㜾䂗䭠䰉㘘㰻䪴㧭䂗䢭䪴䒾䂗䢭䪴㜾㰻䪴䲕䆉䰉㰻䭠䢭䭠䂗䭠䰉㘘䌷㜾䂗䰉㰻䂗㘘䲕㜾䪴䒾䭠䂗㜾䂗㰻䪴㰻䭠䂗䒾䰉㖗䇎䆉䰉䨞㖗㥲㖗䪴䇎—䪴䇎䂗䢭䪴䤠䂗㥲㥲䭠㖗㘘㘘䂗䇎䂗䨞䂗䇎㾋䭠䂗㜾䪴䇎䭠䰉㘘䇎’㰻䲕䪴㫚䇎㘘㖗㰻㚤䂗㰻㦆㘘䂗䢭䆉㖗㰻䂗㫵䇎䪴䤠㖗䇎㘲㖗㰻䭠䰉㘘㰻䪴䂗㰘㖗䢭㰻㞸

㤬䇎㘘㰻㖗䒾䂗䤠䰉䢭㰻㖗䌷㫵㖗䇎㘲㞸

䂗㾋䪴㜾䇎䭠

㥲䪴㘘䪴䂗㫵

䪴㘘䰉㜾䤠㰻

䂗䭠㰻

㥲䰉㥲䤠

䢭䂗㰘

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