The First Legendary Beast Master - Chapter 1460

Capítulo 1460: Hustling

Letting the Commander deal with Lotus instead was a brilliant move, Karl decided.

The Nature Priestess was asleep on top of Leo, who was sunning his shell as he floated above the walls. But the moment that the Commander cleared his throat to get her attention, and Leo wobbled to wake her up, Lotus was right on top of the battle report.

Her retelling involved dramatic hand gestures, props, and even a musical interlude.

The Commander of the relief force was so stunned by the nature priestess’s way of describing the battle that it took him half a minute to process it and come up with a suitable response.

“Are you perhaps trying to progress onto a bard class path?” He finally asked.

“Bard? Oh, no. That’s not for me. I just like story time.

It really was an incredible battle to observe. I didn’t have much to do in my position as healer once the local guards were all patched up, so I just waited and watched.

Now, if you’re going to take over the positions on the walls, there are snacks calling my name, and I need my trusty turtle to help me access them.”

Leo laughed as he moved Lotus back to the Tiny World. There had to be an easier way than having the beasts move her in and out, but Lotus couldn’t teleport, so unless they opened a full sized access at her location, he couldn’t think of one.

“Where did she go?” The Commander asked, realizing that he hadn’t gotten to ask any real questions.

“Into a separate space. You can ask Karl.” Dana suggested.

The Commander nodded. “Avatar, sorry to bother you. Do you have an estimate on the remaining monster count, or any other information on future attack patterns?”

“The attackers spread over the entire swamp. I don’t have the original attack size data, or a proper count of casualties since, but given what we removed in this battle, I suspect that the remaining number is less than a hundred, spread over the whole swamp.

The longer we give it, the more likely they are to cluster and spread into territories, like any other Mythic Beast.

They only remain hyper aggressive as long as there is a greater being controlling them, and their controller has left the mortal realms entirely. Returning won’t be easy with our Immortals watching for intrusions, so the chances are that he won’t try at all.

And not just because he’s likely terrified of being eaten.”

The Commander gave his subordinates a relieved smile. That made this deployment sound much better. If they just needed to hold the city while the locals recovered, and didn’t need to fend off a full-scale attack, it was close to a vacation compared to what they had expected.

Rae returned, having found as many Crocolisks as were going to be easily hunted, and Karl knew that it was nearly time to call their mission here finished.

“If you want to take over the guard duties, please send everyone else back to the front gate. We need to decide if we’re spending the night here, or if we are going to move on to another city.” He added.

“Of course. Though, I have heard that you are from the crafting branch of the Darklight Host. Did your Guild perhaps still have merchandise for sale?” The Commander asked hopefully.

Karl patted him on the shoulder. “Naturally. I should have thought of that. We can set up a small stall in the market somewhere. The number of items might be a bit low with all the recent events, but we’ve got some good stuff left.”

A young man rushed over and eagerly grabbed Karl’s hands with a reverent look that made Dana giggle.

“No giving my husband the puppy eyes.” She chided, which made the young man blush.

“Not like that, not like that. I’m the curator of the Library, and I am told that the Darklight Host sells skill books. Do you have any? Our Library is a small one, and we don’t get copies of all the new stuff that the big central Libraries run by Totems and Myths do.” The young blue dragon pleaded.

“Of course, we have skill books. We’ve got Inscriptionists in our team. If they’re for a Blue Dragon Library, we could even loan you a few to copy and return, instead of blowing your budget buying them.” Karl offered.

The dragon made a most undignified happy squeal, and Dana sighed.

“Come with me, I have copies of the books that you want. Karl, you can take care of the booth along with Rae and Remi.”

Karl let her carefully peel the Librarian off him. “Of course. I will make sure that everyone gets what they need before they head to the walls to relieve our team.

And the locals, of course.

We’ve got much more for Overlords than we do for Totems and Myths. That high-end gear has seen overwhelming demand, and we have limited numbers of craftsmen that powerful.”

The Commander laughed. “Having more than one is already more than most crafting Guilds can claim. But I get what you’re saying. Most of what we need is not combat gear, it is support, function and healing.

We have dungeons to gear our Mythic members from, even if it’s not as well optimized as what you can likely create.”

“If that’s the case, we’ve got a wonderful stock. We’ve also got a fine selection of ladies’ fashion, in case you want to send a gift home.”

The Commander sighed. “I can already feel my account balance beginning to cry. You just had to mention fashion, didn’t you?”

Karl shrugged. “We have an entire team devoted to it. What can I say, it sells very well, and we’ve got everything from casual wear to fancy gowns, bags, shoes, even stylish armour for the ladies.

We started our crafting Guild house in Drodh, and the Obsession demons are incredibly fashionable, less likely to spend their whole day in simple robes than the dragons are.”

The Commander laughed, and looked around the area, where half the locals were wearing simple robes and pants in their patron deity’s colours.

It was their usual casual wear.

“Don’t worry, we have a full selection of colours, so you can keep honouring your patron, but with more flair.” Rae informed them.

Today would be another good sales day.

蘆

䈪㵺

盧

㮠䪻㟖䪻䧨

㮠㜖䱕㫗㟖㝀

老

䘡㮠䱕㫗㔶

老

㮠㒢㫗㵺䢧

櫓

䧨㺢㟖

㫗䧟

㫗㮠䢧䘡

䧨䊏

㜖㮠

㫗㢬䊏㜖

㔶䊏

䪻䘡㔶䅷䢧䘡

盧

㺢䘡㮠䧨

䈪䈪㮠䱕䊏㜖㮠

䁜㮠䈪䈪䱕䱕㫗㔶䊏

䱕䱕㒢㜖㫗䁜

㮠䘡㫗

盧

㟖㫗㮠

䧨䱕㵺㵺㫗䖑㫗䧨

蘆

㟖㔶䖑㫗㮠䧨䁜㔶㟖

䥙䪻䱕䧨

擄

㔶䘡㮠㺢

櫓

䠩䘡㫗䱕㫗㺢㫗䱕㫗㟖㮠㔶䪻䪻㵺䱕㔶㢬㔶䊏䅷㟖㔶䅷䊏㟖䁜㜖䱕㟖㜖䁜䧨㟖䧨䊏䖑䧟㫗䖑㟖䘡䈪䊏䅷㜖䊏㮠䘡㫗㺢䧨䪻䪻㟖㧟䧟䈪㮠㮠䘡㫗㟖㮠㜖䱕㫗㔶㮠㟖㫗䪻䁜㺢䧨㟖㫗㒢㵺㮠䢧㧟㟖㜖䥙䧨䱕䪻䘡䧨䖑㟖㫗㮠㜖䈪㮠㢬䧨䧟㔶䊏㫗㮠㟖䁜䱕㜖㒢㮠䘡㫗㑹䈪㔶䪻䖑㟖㮠㜖䱕䧨䅷㫗㮠㜖㢬䱕㫗䧨㮠㫗䧨㵺䱕㜖㵺㫗䱕㟖㮠㜖䱕㫗䁜㜖䱕㢬䈪㟖㮠㜖㒢㫗䱕㟖㮠㜖㢬㜖㒢㫗㛗㔶㟖㔶㮠㝀

“䋎㜖䈪㿦䊏㜖㺢㺢㫗’䱕㫗㜖䊏䪻䢧䘡㫗䱕㫗䁜㜖䱕㮠䘡㫗䖑䧨䢧㧟䱕㔶䅷䘡㮠㜷” 㵐䱕㔶䊏㢬㫗㑏䧨㮠䘡䧨䊏䧨㟖㿦㫗䖑䧨㟖䥙䧨䱕䪻䁜㔶䊏㔶㟖䘡㫗䖑䖑㫗㢬㜖䱕䧨㮠㔶䊏䅷㝀

㮠㣆”

㔶䊏䊏㛗㮠㜖䢧㫗㝀䱕

‘㜖䖑㮠䊏

䧟㿦䧨㢬

㫗䠩䘡䢧

㔶䊏

䱕䧨㔶

㮠㔶

䧨䪻䪻

㛛㟖㮠䈪

㫗㟖㟖䖑㢬䊏㜖㧟

㜖㵺㟖䘡㝀

㜖㵺䊏㫗

䊏㧟㵺㵺㮠㫗䧨䪻䱕䢧䧨

㟖㔶

䪻㔶㺢䪻

㟖㔶㫗䊏㢬

㒢㣆’

䈪㮠㔶䅷䊏㵺㮠

㢬䪻䧨㫗䊏

㮠㜖

䊏䧨䖑

㵺䈪

䱕㒢㫗㿦䧨㮠

㜖䁜䱕

㛗㫗䧨䘡

䈪㟖

䊏㜖䁜䈪䖑

㵺䈪

㫗䘡㫗䱕㧟

䊏㔶

䧨䊏

㺢䘡㮠䧨

㔶㟖䘡㮠

㮠䢧䘡㫗

㟖㫗㮠

䠀㫗㺢㔶䪻䪻㛛䈪㟖㮠㟖㫗䪻䪻㺢䘡䧨㮠㮠䘡㫗䪻㜖㢬䧨䪻㟖䊏㫗㫗䖑䁜㜖䱕䧨䁜㫗㺢䘡㜖䈪䱕㟖㧟䧨䊏䖑㮠䘡㫗䊏㢬䧨䪻䪻㔶㮠䧨䊏㔶䅷䘡㮠㝀

㪕䊏㫗䁜㔶䅷䘡㮠䧨䖑䧨䢧㧟㢬䪻㫗䧨䊏㔶䊏䅷䈪㵺㮠䘡㫗䪻㫗䁜㮠㜖㛗㫗䱕㒢㜖䊏㟖㮠㫗䱕㟖䧨㢬䱕㜖㟖㟖㮠䘡㫗㔶㟖䪻䧨䊏䖑㟖㧟㟖䘡㜖䈪䪻䖑䧟㫗㒢㜖䱕㫗㮠䘡䧨䊏㫗䊏㜖䈪䅷䘡㺢㜖䱕㿦䁜㜖䱕㮠䘡㫗䥙㔶䊏䅷㮠㜖䧨㢬㢬㫗㵺㮠㮠䘡䧨㮠㺢㫗’䱕㫗䊏㜖㮠㟖䪻䧨㢬㿦㔶䊏䅷㝀” 䥙䧨䱕䪻㛛㜖㿦㫗䖑㝀

㢬㔶㵐䱕䊏㫗

䁜䢧㜖䪻㜷䈪㫗䱕㟖

䱕䧨㮠䊏䖑䧨㟖䖑

㔶㜖㜷䊏䅷䖑

㮠䧨䧟䪻㮠㫗

㜖㒢䧨䱕㛛

䘡㮠䧨㮠

㜖䱕䁜

㜖㿦㔶䅷㜖䊏䱕㺢䱕㫗㛗

䢧䖑䧨

㜖䊏㮠

䪻㢬㫗䧨䪻䖑

䧨㺢㟖

㮠㫗䘡

㜖䊏㫗

㟖䠀䧨

㔶䅷㿦’㢬䧨䊏㟖䪻㧟

㜖䁜

䁜㣆

䘡㮠䧨㑏䊏䧨

㟖㺢䧨

䧨

㫗㮠䘡

㜖䖑䪻䱕㺢

䱕㮠㫗㟖

䖑䪻䧨䘡㫗㝀䈪䅷

㮠䘡㫗

䧨㺢㮠䘡

㜖䊏㮠’

䂪䈪㮠䘡㫗䖑㔶䖑䊏’㮠㟖䧨䢧㮠䘡䧨㮠㜖䈪㮠䪻㜖䈪䖑㝀㣆䊏㟖㮠㫗䧨䖑㧟䘡㫗㮠㜖㜖㿦䧨㒢㜖㒢㫗䊏㮠㮠㜖㢬㜖䊏㟖㔶䖑㫗䱕㺢䘡䧨㮠㮠䘡㫗㒢㜖㮠㔶㛗䧨㮠㔶㜖䊏䧟㫗䘡㔶䊏䖑㮠䘡㫗䪴䧨䱕㿦䪻㔶䅷䘡㮠䉯㜖㟖㮠㺢䧨䊏㮠㔶䊏䅷㮠㜖䁜㔶䅷䘡㮠㟖㜖㒢䈪㢬䘡䧨䊏䖑㔶䊏㟖㜖㒢䧨䊏䢧㵺䪻䧨㢬㫗㟖㒢㔶䅷䘡㮠䧟㫗㝀

㠫㜖㒢㫗㜖䁜㮠䘡㫗䧨䊏㟖㺢㫗䱕㺢䧨㟖㜖䧟㛗㔶㜖䈪㟖䪻䢧㮠㜖䅷㫗㮠㒢䧨㮠㫗䱕㔶䧨䪻㟖䁜㜖䱕㮠䘡㫗㔶䱕㢬䱕䧨䁜㮠㔶䊏䅷㧟䧨䊏䖑㮠䘡䧨㮠㺢䧨㟖䧨䊏䘡㜖䊏㜖䈪䱕䧨䧟䪻㫗㫗䊏㜖䈪䅷䘡㫗䊏䖑㫗䧨㛗㜖䈪䱕㝀

㫗䘡

䊏䖑㮠㔶䖑’

㮠㫗䘡

䱕䧨㫗㜖䊏㟖㝀

㮠㮠䧨䘡

㵺㔶㒢䱕䱕䧨䢧

䉯㜖㺢䱕㫗㛗㧟㫗

㔶䊏㮠䘡㿦

㟖㺢䧨

“䪴㜖䢧㜖䈪䧨䪻㺢䧨䢧㟖䁜㔶䅷䘡㮠㮠䘡䧨㮠㒢䈪㢬䘡㜷” 䉯㫗䧨㟖㿦㫗䖑㢬䧨䱕㫗䁜䈪䪻䪻䢧㝀

“䠀㫗䪻䪻㧟䊏㜖㮠䧨䪻䪻㜖䁜䈪㟖㝀㣆䘡䧨㛗㫗㮠㜖㟖㵺㫗䊏䖑㒢㜖㟖㮠㜖䁜㒢䢧㮠㔶㒢㫗㢬䱕䧨䁜㮠㔶䊏䅷㜖䱕㒢㫗㫗㮠㔶䊏䅷㺢㔶㮠䘡㵺㫗㜖㵺䪻㫗㝀䉯㜖㺢㫗㛗㫗䱕㧟䜂䧨䖑䢧㺸䧨㫗㢬㫗䱕㮠䧨㔶䊏䪻䢧䪻㜖㛗㫗㟖㮠㜖䧟㫗䧨䖑䈪䊏䅷㫗㜖䊏㧟䧨䊏䖑㫗㛗㫗䱕䢧䱕䧨㔶䖑㮠㫗䧨㒢䊏㫗㫗䖑㟖㑹㜖䪻㫗㒢䣠䧨䅷㫗㟖䧨䊏䖑䘡㫗䧨䪻㫗䱕㟖㧟㟖㜖㔶㮠’㟖䧨䧟㔶㮠䘡䧨䱕䖑䁜㜖䱕㮠䘡㫗䪻䧨䖑㔶㫗㟖㮠㜖㫗㟖㢬䧨㵺㫗㝀” 䥙䧨䱕䪻䧨䅷䱕㫗㫗䖑㝀

䱕䧨㫗

䢧䱕䁜㮠㔶㫗㜖㢬

䘡䱕㫗

䧨

䧨㺢䘡㢬㮠

䪴’䊏㮠㜖

䘡㮠㫗

䘡㫗㮠

㛗䊏㫗䚤

䠩㫗䘡

䈪”㧟㟖㵐䪻

㜖㮠

䱕䘡㫗

䧟”䱕㝀䧨㫗

䧨㟖㮠䪻㟖㫗

㔶㮠䧟

䁜㔶

㢬䧨䊏

㮠䧨䘡㮠

䱕䪴䊏䧨㜖䅷

䈪㫗㢬䪻䖑䖑

㫗㝀㟖㫗

䪻㫗㛗䪻㫗

䊏䖑䧨

䁜㜖

䱕㫗㟖㟖㮠㵐㔶㫗㟖

䈪㫗䧨㔶㒢㫗㮠㟖㮠䖑䊏㫗䱕

㿦㢬䧨㟖䊏㟖

㫗㟖䪻㔶䧨䖑

䊏㜖㫗㟖

䁜㝀㜖䱕

䘡㫗㮠

㜖㧟㟖㫗䊏

䪻㔶㮠䧟㟖䘡㮠䢧㜖㝀䱕䖑㜖

㜖䢧䈪

‘㺢䱕㫗㫗

䱕䊏㫗㫗㑹

㜖䱕䠩䘡

㔶䪻㮠㫗䪻㮠

䈪㝀㜖㟖䜂㮠

㫗䡶䧟㮠㔶䘡㔶

㢬䁜䈪㵺䪻㫗䧨㫗

㜖㜖䊏㫗㫗㟖㒢

㮠㜖䈪

䱕㜖

㣆㧟

䊏㮠䢧㔶

㮠䅷䊏㫗䪻㫗

䘡㫗䢧’㮠䱕㫗

䊏䧨䖑

㺸㫗㒢㔶䪻䧨䈪䅷䘡㫗䖑㧟㺢䘡㔶䪻㫗㵐䱕㔶䊏㢬㫗㑏䧨㮠䘡䧨䊏䪻㜖㜖㿦㫗䖑䧟㫗㒢䈪㟖㫗䖑㝀

“㠫䘡㫗㟖㮠㔶䪻䪻㟖䪻㫗㫗㵺㟖㺢㔶㮠䘡䧨㟖㮠䈪䁜䁜㫗䖑㮠㜖䢧㜷”

㣆

㫗䘡䱕

㜷䱕㫗䧨㔶”䱕㫗䪻

䢧㜖䈪

䧨䧟䱕㫗

㮠㮠䘡䧨

㫗㒢㮠

㫗䠩䘡

䠀䧟㫗䱕䧨㫗㫗䱕

㧟㜖㑏”

䧨㫗㔶㪕㵺㝀䘡䪻

䂪㟖䱕㫗㫗㫗䱕㿦㝀䱕

㫗䪻㛗䧟㔶㫗㫗

㟖㔶

䖑䈪䖑㢬䪻㫗

䘡㫗䱕

㫗䘡䱕

䪻䱕㔶㔶䱕㫗䁜䖑䊏䅷

㑏䧨㮠䘡䧨䊏䊏㜖䖑䖑㫗䖑㝀 “㣆㟖㫗㫗䊏㜖㺢㝀”

䉯㫗䖑㔶䖑䊏’㮠㝀䂪䈪㮠㮠㺢㜖㟖㫗㢬㜖䊏䖑㟖䪻䧨㮠㫗䱕㧟䘡㫗䖑㔶䖑㝀㱔䊏䖑㮠䘡㫗㫗䡶㵺䱕㫗㟖㟖㔶㜖䊏㜖䁜䱕㫗䧨䪻㔶䗶䧨㮠㔶㜖䊏㮠䘡䧨㮠䘡㫗㒢䧨䖑㫗㺢䧨㟖㫗䊏㜖䈪䅷䘡㮠㜖㒢䧨㿦㫗㺸䧨㫗䪻䧨䈪䅷䘡㜖䈪㮠䪻㜖䈪䖑㝀

㟖㜖

㢬䱕䢧

㮠䘡㫗

䧨㮠

㮠㫗䘡

䧨㢬䪻䪻

䱕㟖㟖䘡㵺㵺㫗㜖

䖑’㮠㜖䊏

䘡㮠㫗䢧

㮠䧨㮠䘡

㫗䖑䢧䧨䪻㝀

㔶䊏

㫗䜂㟖”‘㮠

㣆’㛗㫗䅷㜖㮠㫗㛗㫗䱕䢧㮠䘡㔶䊏䅷㮠䘡䧨㮠㺢㫗䊏㫗㫗䖑㜖䊏䖑㔶㟖㵺䪻䧨䢧㧟䧨䊏䖑㔶䊏䧨䁜䈪䪻䪻䧨䱕䱕䧨䢧㜖䁜㢬㜖䪻㜖䈪䱕㮠䘡㫗㒢㫗㟖㝀”

㺸㫗㒢㔶䘡䧨䖑䧨䊏䧨㟖㟖㜖䱕㮠㒢㫗䊏㮠㜖䁜㵺㜖㮠㔶㜖䊏㟖㜖䈪㮠䧨㟖㺢㫗䪻䪻㧟䧟䈪㮠䥙䧨䱕䪻㺢䧨㟖㟖㜖㒢㫗㺢䘡䧨㮠䪻㔶㒢㔶㮠㫗䖑㔶䊏㺢䘡䧨㮠䘡㫗㢬㜖䈪䪻䖑㵺䈪㮠㜖䈪㮠㧟䧨㟖㮠䘡㫗䢧䖑㔶䖑䊏’㮠䘡䧨㛗㫗㒢䈪㢬䘡䣠䢧㮠䘡㔶㢬䅷㫗䧨䱕㮠㜖䧟㫗䅷㔶䊏㺢㔶㮠䘡㧟䧨䊏䖑㮠䘡㫗䪻䧨㟖㮠㟖㮠㜖㵺䘡䧨䖑㵺䈪䱕㢬䘡䧨㟖㫗䖑㫗㛗㫗䱕䢧㮠䘡㔶䊏䅷㮠䘡䧨㮠䘡㫗㵺䈪㮠㜖䈪㮠㝀

㫗䪻䱕䢧䧨䪻

㫗㿦㒢䧨

㜖㒢㫗㟖

䱕㫗㒢㜖㝀

䧨㫗㮠㿦

㟖㺢䧨

㮠㜖

㔶䅷䅷㜖䊏

㒢㫗㮠㔶

㜖㮠

䘡䧨㫗㛗

䉯㫗

㚳㜖䱕㮠䈪䊏䧨㮠㫗䪻䢧㧟㮠䘡㫗䱕㫗㺢㫗䱕㫗䠩㜖㮠㫗㒢䧨䊏䖑㪕㛗㫗䱕䪻㜖䱕䖑㺸䧨䊏㿦㫗䖑㺢㫗䧨㵺㜖䊏㟖㔶䊏䧨䧟䈪䊏䖑䧨䊏㢬㫗㧟䧨䊏䖑㮠䘡㜖㟖㫗㺢㫗䱕㫗䧨䪻㺢䧨䢧㟖㮠䘡㫗㟖㫗㢬㜖䊏䖑䧟㫗㟖㮠㔶䊏㟖䧨䪻㫗㟖㧟䊏㫗䡶㮠㮠㜖䧨㢬㢬㫗㟖㟖㜖䱕㔶㫗㟖㝀

㠫䘡㜖㵺㵺㫗䱕㟖䁜䪻㜖㜖䖑㫗䖑㔶䊏㮠㜖㮠䘡㫗㟖㮠㜖䱕㫗㺢䘡㫗䊏㜖䊏㫗㜖䁜㮠䘡㫗䖑䱕䧨䅷㜖䊏㟖㜖䁜㮠䘡㫗䪻㜖㢬䧨䪻䅷䈪䧨䱕䖑䈪䊏䪻㜖㢬㿦㫗䖑㮠䘡㫗䖑㜖㜖䱕㧟䅷㔶㛗㔶䊏䅷䥙䧨䱕䪻㛛䈪㟖㮠㫗䊏㜖䈪䅷䘡㮠㔶㒢㫗㮠㜖㟖㮠䧨䱕㮠䘡㔶㟖㟖䧨䪻㫗㟖㵺㔶㮠㢬䘡㝀

㺢㮠䘡䧨

䧟䢧

䘡䅷䅷㔶䁜㮠䊏㔶

㫗㔶䪻䊏

“㑏㜖

䘡䧨㫗㛗

㮠䖑㜖䊏’

㫗䖑㫗䱕䁜㟖䈪

䱕㜖

䱕䁜㫗㫗

㫗䊏㜖

䈪㮠㢬䊏㮠㔶䅷

㮠䘡㮠䧨

䧨㵐㫗㟖㫗䪻

䧟㮠䈪

㟖䧨㵺㟖

㜖䢧䈪

㫗㮠䘡

㜖䢧䈪

㜖㮠

䪻㫗㫗䁜

㜖䱕

㔶㧟㫗䪻䊏

䊏㔶

㟖䊏㮠䧨㟖䖑

䁜㒢㜖䱕

䧨䊏䅷䪻㜖

䧟㫗

䁜㮠䪻㫗㧟

㝀䖑䊏㫗㫗

㔶䪻㺢䪻

㛗㫗㟖㔶䱕㢬㝀㫗

㚳䱕㜖㒢䢧㜖䈪䱕䪻㫗䁜㮠㮠㜖䱕㔶䅷䘡㮠㧟㺢㫗䘡䧨㛗㫗㱔䪻㢬䘡㫗㒢㔶㢬䧨䪻䅷㜖㜖䖑㟖㧟㺸䈪䊏㫗㢬䱕䧨䁜㮠㫗䖑䚤䂆䈪㔶㵺㒢㫗䊏㮠䧨䊏䖑䁜䧨㟖䘡㔶㜖䊏㧟㺢䘡㔶㢬䘡㔶䊏㢬䪻䈪䖑㫗㟖䪻㫗䧨㮠䘡㫗䱕䧨䱕㒢㜖䈪䱕㝀”

䉯㫗䘡䧨䖑㮠㜖㔶䊏㢬䪻䈪䖑㫗㮠䘡䧨㮠㧟㟖㔶䊏㢬㫗㵺㫗㜖㵺䪻㫗䖑㔶䖑䊏’㮠䱕㫗䧨䪻㔶䗶㫗㔶㮠㺢䧨㟖䧨䊏㜖㵺㮠㔶㜖䊏䪻䧨㟖㮠㮠㔶㒢㫗㝀

㜖䁜

䅷䖑䈪䱕㟖㫗

䱕㛗㫗䢧㫗

㮠䧟䈪

㺢䱕㫗㫗

㫗㮠䘡

䧨㧟㮠㟖㫗䧟䪻

䁜㜖

㮠䱕䘡㫗㫗

㫗㮠䘡

㔶䊏㫗䖑䘡䧨㛗㟖

䧟㜖㜖䊏䖑䢧

䊏䪻”㟖㫗㔶”

䱕䖑㢬㺢㜖

䈪㫗䊏㔶㛛䱕䖑

㟖䧨

㵺㫗䊏㢬㮠㢬㜖

㮠䊏㜖㟖㔶㜖㵺

䧨䘡㮠㮠

㔶䖑㟖㫗

㟖䪻㫗㒢㫗㫗㟖䘡㛗㝀㮠

䱕䖑㢬㺢㜖䖑㫗

㮠䘡㫗䢧

䧟䪻䧨㔶㟖䪻㢬䢧䧨

䖑䊏䧨

䘡㫗㮠

䧨䱕䁜㧟㜖䱕㺢䖑

䧨㢬㫗䈪䁜㫗䊏㮠㺸䱕䖑

㫗䱕㟖䧨䱕㔶䱕䧟

䠩䘡㫗

㜖㟖

㔶䖑䪻㢬䧨㮠䢧䊏㢬㫗䪻䧨

㜖䅷㧟㜖㟖䖑

㫗㛗㜖䱕

䧨䊏䖑

“㑹䈪㔶䪻䖑䜂㫗䧨䖑㫗䱕㧟㺢䘡䧨㮠㔶㟖㮠䘡㔶㟖䅷䱕㫗㫗䊏㟖㮠㜖䊏㫗㜷䠩䘡㫗䪻䧨䧟㫗䪻㟖䧨䢧㟖㔶㮠’㟖䧨䁜㫗䱕㮠㔶䪻㔶㮠䢧㢬䘡䧨䱕㒢㧟䧟䈪㮠㔶㮠䧨㵺㵺㫗䧨䱕㟖㮠㜖䧟㫗䣠㜖䊏䧨䱕㢬䘡㺸䧨䊏㿦㫗䖑㝀” 㪕䊏㫗㜖䁜㮠䘡㫗䪻㜖㢬䧨䪻㟖䧨㟖㿦㫗䖑㝀

“䠩䘡䧨㮠’㟖䱕㔶䅷䘡㮠㝀㣆㮠’㟖䧨䣠㜖䊏䧨䱕㢬䘡㺸䧨䊏㿦㫗䖑䁜㫗䱕㮠㔶䪻㔶㮠䢧㢬䘡䧨䱕㒢㝀

㢬”㜖䧨㫗䱕㫗䅷䊏䈪

㺢㮠㜖

䘡㮠㒢㫗

㫗䊏㪕

䠀㫗

㮠䱕䅷䊏䧨㟖

䅷䪻䘡䧨㫗㔶䊏

㜖䁜䱕

㟖䘡㵺㫗䪻

㟖㔶㔶㝀㺢㒢䖑㫗㛗

䊏䧨䖑

䘡㫗㮠

㫗䱕㜖㮠䘡

㔶䱕䪻㮠䖑㔶䘡㢬䘡㝀䧟

䊏㮠㝀㢬䁜䈪㟖㜖䊏㔶

䁜㜖

䖑㛗䊏㔶㫗㔶

㟖㫗䪻䪻

㟖㢬䪻䁜㟖㟖䈪㢬㫗䈪

䧨㢬㮠㮠㔶㜖㔶䊏㛗䧨

䘡䱕㢬䧨㿦㮠䧨㒢㫗㒢㟖

䧨䊏㒢䢧

䧟䁜䁜䈪

㜖㮠㫗䱕㵺䊏㔶䱕㢬㜖䧨㧟

䧨

㮠㜖

䅷㔶䊏㫗㟖㟖䧟䪻

䊏䖑䧨

䘡䠩㫗

㟖䘡䧨

䠩䘡㫗䢧䧨䱕㫗䊏㜖㮠㔶䊏㫗䡶㵺㫗䊏㟖㔶㛗㫗㧟䧟䈪㮠㮠䘡㫗䢧㺢㜖䱕㿦㝀”

䠩䘡㫗㒢䧨䊏䪻㜖㜖㿦㫗䖑㟖㿦㫗㵺㮠㔶㢬䧨䪻㧟䧟䈪㮠䧨䊏㜖䪻䖑㺢㜖㒢䧨䊏䱕㫗䧨㢬䘡㫗䖑㜖䈪㮠㮠㜖㔶䊏㟖㵺㫗㢬㮠㔶㮠㝀䥙䧨䱕䪻㵺㔶㢬㿦㫗䖑㔶㮠䈪㵺㧟㒢㜖㛗㔶䊏䅷㔶㮠㮠䘡䱕㜖䈪䅷䘡㮠䘡㫗䧟䧨䱕䱕㔶㫗䱕㟖㜖㟖䘡㫗㢬㜖䈪䪻䖑㵺䱕㜖㵺㫗䱕䪻䢧㔶䊏㟖㵺㫗㢬㮠㔶㮠㝀

㮠䘡㟖㔶

䧟䢧

㔶㢬䖑䈪㔶䱕䖑

㫗䊏㮠䧨䱕䈪

䧨

㫗㫗䪻㛗䪻

䈪䱕䪴㔶㧟䖑

䧟䈪㮠

㒢㔶䧨㢬䅷

䧨䊏䖑

㮠㟖䘡㫗㫗

㵺㢬㮠㠫䱕䈪䪻㜷㜖

㮠䢧䊏㔶㫗䁜㔶䖑䪻㫗

㣆

㺢㜖㿦䊏

㮠䊏㫗㟖㝀㜖

䣠䧨䊏䘡䱕㜖㢬

䱕䈪㫗㟖䊏㧟

㔶䊏

䧨

㫗䪻䱕㜖㺢

“䧨䣠䖑㫗

䊏䧨㺸㿦䖑㫗

㔶’㟖㮠

䊏䧨䘡䅷㔶㫗䪻

‘㜖㮠䖑䊏

䉿䈪㟖㮠䘡㜖㺢㫗䁜䁜㫗㢬㮠㔶㛗㫗㔶㟖㮠䘡㔶㟖㟖㮠㜖䊏㫗㜷” 㠫䘡㫗䧨㟖㿦㫗䖑㝀

“䠀㜖䈪䪻䖑䢧㜖䈪䪻㔶㿦㫗㮠㜖䘡䧨㛗㫗㢬䘡㔶䪻䖑䱕㫗䊏㜷䠀㫗㢬䧨䊏㒢䧨㿦㫗㮠䘡䧨㮠䘡䧨㵺㵺㫗䊏㝀” 䥙䧨䱕䪻䧨㟖㿦㫗䖑㝀

䘡㟖㔶㮠

䧨䈪䧟㮠㜖

䢧䧨䪻䖑

㔶㟖

㮠䘡㫗

䉯㜖㺢

䠩䘡”㮠䧨

㣆

䧨

䈪䧟㮠

䊏㿦䖑㺸䧨㫗

㜖䁜

㔶㟖

䧨䱕䘡㒢㧟㢬

䈪䖑㫗㝀䅷䪻䘡䧨

䘡䱕㔶䅷㮠

䊏㮠䧟䘡䅷䱕㔶㔶

㵺㜖㮠䊏㔶㝀

䠩䘡㫗

㫗䅷㮠

䢧䱕㜖䈪

㜖䪻䖑

㮠㔶䢧㫗䱕㔶㮠䁜䪻

䊏㫗䪻䧨䱕䢧

㢬䣠䢧䘡㮠㔶

㣆䁜

䁜㜖䱕

㮠䱕㫗㫗䧨䧨䈪䅷䊏

㜖㟖㟖䈪䖑䊏

㢬䘡㢬㫗䧨䊏㧟

㮠䘡䱕㫗㫗

㜖䪻䖑䈪䘡㟖

㔶䖑㫗㟖

㮠㔶㝀

㒢䱕㜷㢬”䘡䧨

㫗㮠䘡

“㣆㮠㟖䘡㜖䈪䪻䖑㢬䱕㫗䧨㮠㫗䧨䪴䱕䈪㔶䖑㔶㢬䘡㫗䧨䪻㔶䊏䅷㟖㵺㫗䪻䪻䧨㮠䣠㜖䊏䧨䱕㢬䘡㺸䧨䊏㿦䁜㜖䱕䧨㟖䪻㜖䊏䅷䧨㟖㔶㮠’㟖䧨㢬㮠㔶㛗㫗㝀㠫㜖㧟㺢㔶㮠䘡㮠䘡㫗䘡㫗䪻㵺㜖䁜䧨㒢㔶䖑㺢㔶䁜㫗㧟㔶㮠㟖䘡㜖䈪䪻䖑㿦㫗㫗㵺㒢㜖㟖㮠䧟㔶䱕㮠䘡㟖㟖䧨䁜㫗㝀”

“㣆㺢㔶䪻䪻㮠䧨㿦㫗㔶㮠㝀”

䱕㫗㒢㜖

䧨䱕䱕㵺㔶㫗㟖

䘡䧨䖑䊏䖑㫗

䖑䖑䊏㫗䧨䘡

㺢㒢䧨㜖䊏

㫗㺢㫗䱕

㵺䧨㢬㟖㫗䘡㮠

㫗䪻㫗䊏㒢䧨䪻㮠㫗

䧨㿦㟖㢬

㟖㜖䧨䪻

㮠㜖㢬䘡䪻

䧨

䖑䧨䊏

㮠䘡䧨㮠

䧟㜖㫗㟖䱕

䪻䧨䊏㔶䅷㔶䱕㜖

㮠䘡㫗䊏

㒢㔶䘡

䘡㠫㫗

㜖䪻䖑

㜖䁜

䥙䧨䱕䪻

㔶䊏

㜖㫗㮠䘡䧨䊏䱕

㜖㢬㧟㟖䊏㔶

㜖䁜

㟖㮠㝀㟖㫗䊏㜖

䧨

䧨䊏䖑

䊏䘡㮠䧨

㟖䧨㿦㢬

“㣆䊏㫗㫗䖑㜖䊏㫗㜖䁜㮠䘡㜖㟖㫗䧨㟖㟖㮠䱕㜖䊏䅷䧨㟖䢧㜖䈪’㛗㫗䅷㜖㮠㝀㚳㜖䱕䱕㫗䧨㟖㜖䊏㟖㝀” 㠫䘡㫗㺢䘡㔶㟖㵺㫗䱕㫗䖑㧟䘡㫗䱕㛗㜖㔶㢬㫗䧟㫗㮠䱕䧨䢧㔶䊏䅷䘡㫗䱕㧟䧨㟖㔶㮠㺢䧨㟖㒢䈪㢬䘡䢧㜖䈪䊏䅷㫗䱕㮠䘡䧨䊏㮠䘡㫗㫗䪻䖑㫗䱕䪻䢧䧨㵺㵺㫗䧨䱕䧨䊏㢬㫗㮠䘡䧨㮠㟖䘡㫗㺢䧨㟖䈪㟖㔶䊏䅷㝀

䥙䧨䱕䪻䪻㜖㜖㿦㫗䖑㔶䊏㮠䘡㫗䧟䧨䅷㧟䧨䊏䖑䘡䧨䊏䖑㫗䖑䘡㫗䱕䧨䠩㜖㮠㫗㒢㺸䧨䊏㿦㫗䖑䁜㫗䱕㮠㔶䪻㔶㮠䢧㢬䘡䧨䱕㒢㝀

䪻㮠䪻㫗

䪻䱕䥙䧨

㫗䘡

䖑㫗㜖䊏

䘡䱕㧟㫗

㔶䘡㺢㮠

䊏䧨䖑

㫗䱕䘡

䁜㜖

㛗㔶㔶䪴㫗䊏

㒢㔶㮠㫗㟖䘡䅷䊏㜖

㝀䧨䪻䪻

㜖䊏

㜖䊏䢧䅷䈪

㟖䧨

㵺䖑㟖䪻㫗䧨㫗

㮠䱕㫗䧨䈪䊏

䧨

㮠䁜䪻㫗

㜖䊏㮠

䖑䱕䧨㮠䪻㫗㫗

㫗䱕㢬㔶㢬䪻

䅷䖑㜖㝀

䧨㟖㺢

䪻䊏㪕㧟䢧

䧨㮠

㔶䁜

㮠䘡䧨㮠

䖑䘡䧨

䧨

㒢䧨䅷㢬㔶

䘡㮠㮠䧨

䘡㟖㫗

㜖䢧㛛㧟

䘡㫗

㫗䘡䠩

㢬㜖䪻䖑䈪

䊏㔶㮠䘡

㺢䧨㜖㒢䊏

㫗䖑㿦㢬䪻㢬䧨

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“㪕䘡䊏㜖㧟䢧㜖䈪䖑㜖䊏’㮠㝀㣆’㒢䊏㜖㮠䪻㫗㮠㮠㔶䊏䅷䧨㟖㫗䱕㛗䧨䊏㮠㜖䁜㮠䘡㫗䜂䧨䈪䅷䘡㔶䊏䅷㑹㜖䖑䱕䈪䊏㜖䁜䁜㺢㔶㮠䘡䧨䁜㫗䱕㮠㔶䪻㔶㮠䢧㢬䘡䧨䱕㒢㝀” 䠩䘡㫗㜖䪻䖑䪻䧨䖑䢧㺢䘡㫗㫗䗶㫗䖑㧟䧟䈪㮠㮠䘡㫗䢧㜖䈪䊏䅷㺢㜖㒢䧨䊏㛛䈪㟖㮠䪻䧨䈪䅷䘡㫗䖑䧨㟖㟖䘡㫗䪻㫗㮠䘡㫗䱕䖑㔶㟖䅷䈪㔶㟖㫗䁜䧨䖑㫗䧨䊏䖑㮠䘡㫗䱕㜖䧟㫗㵺䈪䪻䪻㜖䁜䁜䘡㫗䱕㟖䘡㜖䈪䪻䖑㫗䱕㟖㝀

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