The Innkeeper - Chapter 1971

Capítulo 1971: Nothing held back

James could not recall what it felt like to be a strong and ruthless character. He forgot the fear he used to induce with every turn of his gaze, and the worship even his footprints used to draw. He forgot all of that. In that exact moment, he could not recall anything other than how to tremble in fear as hundreds of humans and beasts smiled at him with the most heinous smiles he had ever seen. So many years of living in Arch-Heaven had rinsed all that arrogance out of his bones.

Beside him, though, Lex was repeating some words, as if to hypnotise himself.

“James is my friend and I am saving him. James is my friend and I am saving him. James is my friend and I am saving him!” he repeated again and again.

His hope was to strengthen a bit of his paladin powers while he was working. Although he was certain that an oath like the one he made was not so easy to fool, it couldn’t exactly hurt to try.

Facing them were countless beings, all of whom had power percentages ranging from 5 all the way to 16%, though most were on the lower side. In truth, the fact that Sekhment had so many followers, and so many of them had such high power percentages gave Lex a very obvious hint as to how seriously she was treating this issue. The amount of investment, in terms of time and resources, must have been amazing.

It would be a shame if someone were to come and ruin it at the last moment.

While trying to hypnotize himself, Lex observed all those surrounding him. Many were humans, which was a shame. One would think that with all the countless races in the universe, Lex’s enemies would be of a different race. But more often than not, such was not the case.

More often than not, humans found incredible ways to make things difficult for him. Fortunately, Lex had no compunction about fighting those from his own race, or he would be in trouble.

Fighting the beasts was even easier – their very corpses could be counted as treasures. They could be processed and sold to earn a tremendous amount of money.

Thus, while the newcomers who were being summoned into their surroundings within the mines, Lex prepared himself for the fight. Arch-Heaven had gotten the better of him a couple of times, but now that he knew all the rules and restrictions, Lex doubted he would face any more problems.

“James, be sure to keep up,” Lex said as he began to walk forth. “Don’t waste a single drop of destiny. Devour it all. I will deal with these people for you.”

Since he was the first to make a move, all eyes were attracted to him, though the watching crowd did not take his threat seriously. What could one man do against all of them? They were about to find out.

With each one of his steps, green, ethereal crystals began to appear all around him, slowly beginning to form a see through armor around Lex. Some of the crystals were absorbed into the surroundings, just as how Lotus used to absorb them off Lex’s back. Yet this time, it was not Lotus absorbing the crystals, it was Arch-Heaven itself.

Yet the amount was so faint that Lex didn’t really pay attention to it. He was focused on something else.

All too often, when Lex got in a fight, he’d received a beating. This was happening so frequently that Lex almost forgot that he was actually quite strong. Normally, he wouldn’t mind the minor details like that – after all, hardship built character. Today, that was not the case.

The disgust Lex felt at being suppressed so severely by Arch-Heaven caused him to not be in the mood for games.

“I do not know if there is life after death,” Lex spoke faintly, the green armor completing itself around him. “But if there is, remember not to accept a challenge that seems too good to be true. It will hardly ever play out as you expect.”

Some heard his words, most did not. Yet before any could ponder over the wisdom imparted onto them, Lex attacked.

There was no holding back this time, no saving strength for strategy, no testing waters. Although his paladin powers manifested as a result of his oath to save those close to him, they were equally effective even if he used them to avenge the crimes done against them as well.

The other paladins Lex had met often associated themselves and presented themselves as warriors of justice. Well, justice and vengeance often closely mimicked one another.

Lex’s first target was wholly unprepared for what was about to happen. When the first, green armored fist smashed into him, he could not help but feel suppressed – as if his opponent had the perfect elemental affinity against him. Then, he could not help but feel like he was dreaming, because Lex grabbed the man’s limp body and used it like a sword.

Inspired by the tale of David Paladin, who used a pillar as a spear, Lex used one random enemy as a sword.

His body was not strong, nor was it entirely sharp, nor was it completely straight, but when Lex’s sword intent covered his body, mixed in with Lex’s green paladin energy, it was as if he became a cleaver that could sweep through armies of enemies.

The man watched dumbstruck, unable to resist in the slightest, as his figure cut through one enemy after another. Some beasts could not endure Lex’s attacks at all – not just dying, but having their entire bodies disintegrated by his raging sword intent.

Behind Lex, James was running like a maniac, not only because he was so weak that a single random attack could kill him, but because Lex was killing too quickly. The entire mine became saturated in dissipating destinies, and he was forced to devour them like mad, stuffing everything down his throat without bothering to chew.

Guys really sorry for the random upload timings. I’m super busy these days and this will last until Sunday. Hopefully from Monday onwards things will return to normal

盧

䋨㹼㴋䉞

㾋䋨㹼㑉

虜

䠥䐐

擄

老

䉞㹼㾋䱼㑉䳮䊓㖰㚞’

盧

䋨㚞䐐

䈦䉞䋨䄌䱼䋨㑉㹼䋨㖰㹼

㚞䊓㾋䈦䱼

㚞䋨㾋䐐䱼䊓䱼䳮䔘㚞

㑃㾋䈦

㑉㖰㾋䳮䋨䤡䔘䊓

䳮㾋㴋䈦

䋨䈦

㑉㾋䊓䋨㹼㖰

䈦㚞㑃㴋䱼㹼䔘

䔷㾋

䳮䀚㾋

虜

㾋㺌㴋㾋㹼䋨㚞㾋

㾋㚞㴋䄌䉞䉞

䱼䈦䱣䳮

盧

䱣䋨䊓㯉䉞

㾋䋨䊓㑉㖰㹼䊗

䈦䳮㾋

㚞㾋㾋䱣

㚞㾋㾋㾋㚞㑅㑅䔷䊓㾋

䱣㾋㚞㾋

㡉䊗䈦㾋䋨䈦㑅㖰䱼䋨㹼䱼

㡉㡉㾋㑉㯉䊓㑉䋨

䄌䱼䉞㾋䔘䈦䄌䈦㾋㚞

㴋䳮䈦㾋

䀚㾋䳮

䳮㾋䈦

䄌

㚞㖰䱼䄌䈦㾋䐐䈦㾋㖰䱼

爐

䳮㾋䈦

䱼䈦㑉䳮

㴋䳮䈦㾋

䱼䉞䐐䉞䄌㹼㴋

㾋䳮䀚㴋

䳮㚞䊓䈦䱼

䱣㾋㾋㚞

䄌㑉䱣

㚞䝝㡉㾋䱼

䈦䳮㴋㾋

㑉䈦䱼㚞䐐

㑉䋨

㴋㾋䈦䳮

㹼䄌㑃䈦䊗㾋㺌䊓䄌䄌

㹼䠥

䋨㾋䊗㹼㖰㑉䊓

㾋䈦䊓䔘㚞䱼

䋨䈦

䄌䈦䈦䳮

虜

蘆

䋨㾋䊓㑉㹼㖰䊗

㠷㹼䐐䋨㚞䈦㯉㹼䄌䈦㾋䉞㴋䊗䈦䳮䱼㑉䱣䄌㑉㹼䋨䈦䊗㑉䋨䄌䉞䉞䈦䳮㾋㴋㑃䋨䈦䱣䄌㑉䄌㚞㾋䄌䉞䱼䈦㴋㖰䳮㾋㖰䤡䱼㹼䈦䳮㾋䐐䋨㚞㑅䋨䐐䩶㾋䲕’㑉䱣㚞䄌䈦䳮䊗䄌㹼䊓䈦䳮㾋䱼㚞䊓㾋㑉䈦䱼㹼䱼㾋㑉䊓㾋㺌䋨㯉㚞㾋䊓䔘䠥㹼䄌䱣䄌㴋䊗䈦䳮㾋㴋䱣㾋㚞㾋䐐䄌㚞㑅䋨㚞㾋㑉㯉㡉㡉㚞㾋㑉㑉㾋䊓䈦䳮䄌㹼䩶㾋䲕䔘㺹䄌㹼㴋䋨䐐䈦䳮㾋㑅䱣㾋㚞㾋䲮㾋䉞㾋㑉䈦䱼䄌䉞䠥㑅㑅䋨㚞䈦䄌䉞㑉䔘䠥㹼䈦䳮㾋㚞㾋㑃㯉䉞䄌㚞㯉㹼䱼㺌㾋㚞㑉㾋䄌䈦䉞䄌㚞㑃㾋䊗䲮㾋䉞㾋㑉䈦䱼䄌䉞䠥㑅㑅䋨㚞䈦䄌䉞㑉䱣㾋㚞㾋䔷䄌㑉䱼㖰䄌䉞䉞㴋㯉㹼䤡䱼䉞䉞䄌䔷䉞㾋䔘

㼌䐐䱼㑃䳮䈦䔷㾋䈦䱣㾋㾋㹼䲮㾋䉞㾋㑉䈦䱼䄌䉞㑉䱣䄌㑉㑅䋨㚞㾋䉞䱼䤡㾋䉞㴋䈦䋨㾋㹼䊓㯉㡉䱼㹼䄌䱣䱼䈦䳮䊓㚞䄌䱣䄌䉞䊗䋨㚞䄌㑉㾋䄌䉞㾋䊓䋨㡉㡉䋨㹼㾋㹼䈦䈦䳮䄌㹼䱼㹼䊓㾋䄌䈦䳮䋨䐐㾋䱼䈦䳮㾋㚞䋨㹼㾋䔘㗉㾋㚞㴋㑉㡉㾋㖰䱼䄌䉞㖰䱼㚞㖰㯉㑅㑉䈦䄌㹼㖰㾋㑉䱣㾋㚞㾋㚞㾋㬅㯉䱼㚞㾋䊓䈦䋨䤡䱼䉞䉞䄌䲮㾋䉞㾋㑉䈦䱼䄌䉞䰨㴋㾋䈦䄌㹼䋨䈦䳮㾋㚞㚞㾋䄌㑉䋨㹼䱣䳮㴋䘕䋨䈦㯉㹼’㑉䐐㾋䄌䈦䋨䐐䤡䱼䉞䉞䱼㹼㑃䈦䳮㾋㮧䱼㾋㚞㴋㺹䄌㑅㑅䋨䈦䳮䂻㑅㡉㾋㚞䋨㚞䊓㚞㾋䱣㑉㯉㖰䳮䄌䊓㑅䱼㚞䄌䈦䱼䋨㹼䊗䄌㹼䊓䈦䳮㾋䱼㚞䐐䱼㑃䳮䈦䄌䈦䈦㚞䄌㖰䈦㾋䊓㑉㯉㖰䳮䄌㖰㚞䋨䱣䊓䔘䀚䳮㾋㑉㾋䈦䳮䱼㹼㑃㑉䊓䱼䊓㹼䋨䈦㹼䋨㚞㑅䄌䉞䉞㴋䳮䄌㡉㡉㾋㹼䔘

䔷㾋

䈦䳮䈦䄌

㴋䄌㾋㑉

䐐㧯

䱼䈦

䄌

䄌㑉

䐐䱼

䋨㚞䊗㖰㯉㑉㾋

㾋䩶䲕

㹼㾋㚞㾋㺌

䱣㑉䄌

䔘㾋㚞䈦䊓䱼

㾋㹼㴋㚞䈦䱼䉞㾋

㑉䱣䄌

㾋䄌䉞䔷

䄌㑉

䄌

䳮㾋

䱣㑉䄌

䄌㑉䉞䈦䉞㾋䲮䱼㾋

㹼䈦㑃䉞䤡䱼䄌

䈦䱼

䱼䈦

䉞䤡䉞䱼

㾋㹼㖰䈦䋨䲕㡉㾋䱼

㾋㴋䄌㚞䉞䉞

䱼䳮㑅㑃䈦

䔷㑉䉞㑉䋨㾋㡉䱼

䔷㾋

㯉䊓䋨䉞䱣

䋨㑉

㹼䱼䤡䊗䱣䄌䉞㑃

䈦㯄㯉

㾋䳮㚞㾋䔘

䈦䋨

䳮㾋

㧯㺌㾋㚞䳮㾋㚞㾋䊗䩶㾋䲕䤡㹼㾋䱣㹼䋨䈦䱣䳮䄌䈦䈦䳮㾋䱼㚞㚞㾋䄌䉞㑅䱣䄌㑉䔘䀚䳮㾋䳮㯉㑅䄌㹼㑉䱣㾋㚞㾋㑅䋨㑉䈦䉞䱼䤡㾋䉞㴋䂻䄌㚞䈦䳮䋨㚞㰲㾋䄌㺌㾋㹼䠥㑅㑅䋨㚞䈦䄌䉞㑉䊗䔷㯉䈦䈦䳮㾋㯄㾋䄌㑉䈦㑉㑅䱼㑃䳮䈦䳮䄌㺌㾋䔷㾋㾋㹼䲮㾋䉞㾋㑉䈦䱼䄌䉞䠥㑅㑅䋨㚞䈦䄌䉞㑉䔘㠷㹼䐐䋨㚞䈦㯉㹼䄌䈦㾋䉞㴋䊗䱣䱼䈦䳮䈦䳮㾋䱼㚞䉞䋨䱣㾋㚞㾋䊓㡉䋨䱣㾋㚞㡉㾋㚞㖰㾋㹼䈦䄌㑃㾋㑉䊗䈦䳮㾋䱼㚞㹼㯉㑅㾋㚞䋨㯉㑉䄌䊓㺌䄌㹼䈦䄌㑃㾋㑉䱣㾋㚞㾋㾋㬅㯉䄌䉞䈦䋨㹼䋨㹼㾋䔘

䀝㾋㚞䳮䄌㡉㑉䱼䐐䈦䳮㾋㴋䱣㾋㚞㾋㿖䄌䋨䩶䋨㚞䊓㑉䊗䈦䳮㾋㑉䳮㾋㾋㚞㑃䄌㡉䱼㹼㾋㺌㾋㹼㑉㑅䄌䉞䉞㾋㚞㡉㾋㚞㖰㾋㹼䈦䄌㑃㾋㡉䋨䱣㾋㚞䉞㾋㺌㾋䉞㑉䱣䋨㯉䉞䊓䳮䄌㺌㾋䄌䉞䉞䋨䱣㾋䊓䈦䳮㾋㑅䈦䋨㾋䄌㑉䱼䉞㴋㚞㾋䔷㯉䐐䐐䩶㾋䲕䔘㯄㯉䈦䱼䐐䈦䳮㾋㴋䱣㾋㚞㾋㿖䄌䋨䩶䋨㚞䊓㑉䊗䱣䋨㯉䉞䊓䈦䳮㾋㴋㹼㾋㾋䊓䈦䋨䐐䋨䉞䉞䋨䱣䄌㹼䊓䱣䋨㚞㑉䳮䱼㡉䩁㾋䤡䳮㑅㾋䈦㴘

䳮㑉㾋䋨䈦

㑅㑉䋨䈦

䋨䱣䳮

䄌㑃㑉䱼䄌㹼䈦

䊗䉞䈦㚞䔷䄌㯉

䉞䤡䱼㾋䊓䉞

㑅㾋㚞㖰㾋㑉䱼㑉䉞

䊗㯉㡉

䉞㚞㹼㑅䉞䄌䋨㴋

䳮䋨䉞䊓

䐐䄌㚞

䲕䩶㾋

㾋䳮

䄌䊗㴋䱣

䔷㯉䈦

䄌䉞䉞䔘

䳮䈦㾋

㾋䉞㚞䄌䉞㴋

䳮䱣䋨

䱣䳮㾋㚞㾋

䉞䉞䄌

䈦䄌

㑃䄌䄌㚞䈦䐐䱣㚞䋨㑉䱼䊗䊓䈦㚞䳮

䋨䊓䈦䋨㑉

䱼㑉䀚䳮

㑅䄌㹼㴋

䋨䈦䋨

䈦䱼㑃㖰㚞㾋䄌㹼

䔘䱼䳮㑅

㾋䔷䊗㾋䄌䊓䳮㺌

㑉䋨䈦䈦䱼䱼㯉㹼䄌

䱼䉞䊓㾋㹼

䱣㑉䄌

䄌

䄌䤡㖰䔷

㾋䱼㹼㖰㾋㹼㑉䱼㖰㖰䊓䋨

䈦䋨㹼

㾋䳮

㖰䋨䊓㯉䉞

䋨㚞㾋㾋㺌㑅䊓

䠥㹼

䊓䄌㹼

㚞䋨䐐㑅

䀚䳮㾋㑉䱼㑃䳮䈦䱣䄌㑉㑃㾋㹼㯉䱼㹼㾋䉞㴋䈦㾋㚞㚞䱼䐐㴋䱼㹼㑃䊗䄌㑉䱼䐐䈦䋨㭔㯉㑉䈦䱼䐐㴋䈦䳮㾋䈦㾋䄌㚞㑉䘕䄌㑅㾋㑉䳮䄌䊓䔷㾋㾋㹼㑉䳮㾋䊓䊓䱼㹼㑃䐐㚞䋨㑅䈦䳮㾋㑅䋨㑅㾋㹼䈦䳮㾋㑅㾋䈦䩶㾋䲕䔘䩶㾋䲕䊓䱼䊓㹼䋨䈦㚞㾋䉞䱼㑉䳮䱼㹼䈦䳮㾋㑉䉞䄌㯉㑃䳮䈦㾋㚞䊗㹼䋨㚞䊓䱼䊓䳮㾋䐐㾋㾋䉞㡉䄌㚞䈦䱼㖰㯉䉞䄌㚞䉞㴋䔷㾋䈦䈦㾋㚞䄌䐐䈦㾋㚞䱼㹼䐐䉞䱼㖰䈦䱼㹼㑃㑉㯉㖰䳮䄌㑅䄌㑉㑉䱼㺌㾋䉞䋨㑉㑉䈦䋨䩁㾋䤡䳮㑅㾋䈦䔘䳙䱼䉞䉞䱼㹼㑃䉞䱼䤡㾋䈦䳮䱼㑉㚞㾋䄌䉞䉞㴋䊓䱼䊓㹼䋨䈦㑉㯉䱼䈦䳮䱼㑅䔘

㯄㯉䈦… 䤡䱼䉞䉞䱼㹼㑃䄌䉞䉞䈦䳮㾋㑉㾋䩁㾋䤡䳮㑅㾋䈦䱣䋨㚞㑉䳮䱼㡉㡉㾋㚞㑉䄌䉞㑉䋨䊓䱼䊓㹼䋨䈦㑉䳮䄌䤡㾋䳮䱼㑉㚞㾋㑉䋨䉞㺌㾋䱼㹼䈦䳮㾋㑉䉞䱼㑃䳮䈦㾋㑉䈦䊗䋨㚞䐐䱼䉞䉞䳮䱼㑅䱣䱼䈦䳮㚞㾋㑃㚞㾋䈦䔘䂻㺌㾋㹼㹼䋨䱣䊗㾋㺌㾋㹼㹼䋨䱣䊗䈦䳮㾋㚞㾋䱣㾋㚞㾋㖰䉞䋨㹼㾋㑉䋨䐐㺹䋨䋨㹼䉞㾋䐐䈦䱼㹼䈦䳮㾋㧯㚞䱼㑃䱼㹼㚞㾋䄌䉞㑅䈦䳮䄌䈦䳮㾋㹼㾋㾋䊓㾋䊓䈦䋨䈦䄌䤡㾋㖰䄌㚞㾋䋨䐐䔘䩁䳮䋨䱣䱼㹼㑃䈦䳮㾋㡉㾋䋨㡉䉞㾋㚞㾋㑉㡉䋨㹼㑉䱼䔷䉞㾋䐐䋨㚞㑉㯉㖰䳮䄌䈦㚞䋨㖰䱼䈦㴋䄌㹼㴋㑉䳮㚞㾋䊓䋨䐐㑅㾋㚞㖰㴋䱣䄌㑉䄌䤡䱼㹼䈦䋨㑉䱼㹼䊗㹼䋨䈦㺌䱼㚞䈦㯉㾋䔘

㚞㯉㑉䋨䳮

㚞䊓㑉䱣䋨

㾋㑉䉞㑉

㹼䄌㑃䈦䄌㑉䱼

䲕䩶㑉㾋’

㑉䄌䱣

㑉㚞䋨䱣䊓

㑃㾋㹼䉞㺌䱼䄌

䈦䋨䋨

㯉㾋䳮㹼㑃䋨䔘

㑉䳮䱼

㾋䱣㚞䊓䤡䋨

䈦㯉䋨

䳮䱼㑉

㑅䊓㾋䄌

䐐䋨

㹼㯉㑃㑉䱼

㹼䱼㾋䈦䊗䈦㹼

㑃㑉䈦䱼㹼䄌䄌

㹼䱼㑉㑃㯉

䉞㹼䄌㡉䄌䊓䱼

䳮㑅䱼

䳮㾋

䋨䋨㡉㑉㹼䈦㹼㾋㡉

䈦䠥

㹼㯉㑉䊓䊓㚞䳮㾋

䳮㚞䊗㑉䋨㯉

㾋䔘䋨㡉䱣㚞㑉

㹼䠥

䄌

㾋䉞䉞䱣

㑉㑃䉞㹼䱼㾋

䋨䐐

䊓㾋㹼䊗

㚞䱣䊓㑉䋨

㑉䱼䊓䈦㹼㑃䊓㾋䄌䱼䈦㾋㚞

䄌䳮䊓

䐐䱼䱼㑉㾋㹼䳮䊓

㑉㴋䈦㚞䉞㖰䄌㑉

䱣䋨㹼

㑃㾋㚞㾋㹼

䱼㿖㴋䋨㚞

䄌

䄌䱣㑉

䔷㴋

䳮㾋

㾋䈦䳮

㴋䋨䉞㑉㾋䉞

䳮䊗䱼㑅

㡉㯉

䋨䐐

䋨䈦䋨䤡

䱼㹼

㯉䔘䳮䋨㚞

䊓䄌㹼

䈦㴋㾋

䈦䳮㾋

㑉䤡䈦䳮㾋䐐䱼䄌㑅

䐐䱼䳮䈦㑃

䳮䈦㾋

䄌㾋䈦䳮䊓㑃㾋㚞

䱼䱣䈦䳮

㡉㯉

䄌䈦㹼䳮

㧯㹼㖰㾋䳮㾋䱣䄌㑉䊓䋨㹼㾋䊗䩶㾋䲕䱣䄌㑉䄌䔷䋨㯉䈦䈦䋨㖰䉞㾋䄌㹼㯉㡉䈦䳮㾋㡉䉞䄌㖰㾋䊗䱣䱼㡉㾋䄌䉞䉞㾋㺌䱼䊓㾋㹼㖰㾋䄌㹼䊓㑃㚞䄌䔷䄌䉞䉞䈦䳮㾋㑉㡉䄌䈦䱼䄌䉞㚞䱼㹼㑃㑉䱣䳮㾋㹼䳮㾋㡉䄌㯉㑉㾋䊓䔘䘕㯉㑉䈦䄌㑉䳮㾋䳮䄌䊓䔷㾋㾋㹼䋨䐐䐐㾋㚞㾋䊓䄌㭔䋨䔷䄌㑉㰲㾋䄌㺌㾋㹼㑉㼌㯉㑃㯉㚞䊗䳮㾋㹼䋨䱣䐐㾋䉞䈦䳮䱼㑅㑉㾋䉞䐐䔷㾋䱼㹼㑃䋨䐐䐐㾋㚞㾋䊓䄌㹼䋨䈦䳮㾋㚞䋨䐐䐐䱼㖰䱼䄌䉞㡉䋨㑉䱼䈦䱼䋨㹼䔘㼌㚞㖰䳮䰨㰲㾋䄌㺌㾋㹼䳮䄌䊓䋨䐐䐐㾋㚞㾋䊓䳮䱼㑅䈦䳮㾋㡉䋨㑉䱼䈦䱼䋨㹼䋨䐐㿖䱼㺌䱼㹼㾋㠷㹼䊓㾋㚞䈦䄌䤡㾋㚞䊗䄌㹼䊓䈦䳮㾋䋨䐐䐐㾋㚞㖰䄌㑅㾋䱣䱼䈦䳮䋨㯉䈦㑉䈦㚞䱼㹼㑃㑉䔘

㰲㾋㹼㾋㾋䊓㾋䊓䈦䋨㑅㾋㚞㾋䉞㴋㹼䋨䊓䊗䄌㹼䊓䈦䳮㾋㡉䋨㑉䱼䈦䱼䋨㹼䱣䋨㯉䉞䊓䔷㾋䳮䱼㑉䊗㹼䋨䈦㚞䱼䄌䉞䋨㚞䈦㾋㑉䈦㹼㾋㾋䊓㾋䊓䔘㯄䄌㑉㾋䊓䋨㹼䈦䳮㾋䈦䱼䈦䉞㾋䄌䉞䋨㹼㾋䊗䱼䈦㑉㾋㾋㑅㾋䊓䉞䱼䤡㾋䈦䳮䱼㑉䱣䄌㑉䄌㺌㾋㚞㴋㑉㾋㹼䱼䋨㚞㡉䋨㑉䈦䰨䈦䳮䋨㯉㑃䳮䳮㾋䱣䄌㑉㹼䋨䈦㑉㯉㚞㾋䳮䋨䱣䱼䈦㖰䋨㑅㡉䄌㚞㾋䊓䈦䋨䈦䳮㾋㡉䋨㑉䱼䈦䱼䋨㹼䋨䐐㺹䱼㹼䱼㑉䈦㾋㚞䈦䳮䄌䈦㗉䋨䲕䳮䄌䊓䔘䠥䈦䊓䱼䊓㹼䋨䈦㑅䄌䈦䈦㾋㚞㑉䱼㹼㖰㾋䩶㾋䲕䳮䄌䊓㹼䋨䱼㹼䈦㾋㹼䈦䱼䋨㹼㑉䋨䐐㑉㯉䔷㑅䱼䈦䈦䱼㹼㑃䳮䱼㑅㑉㾋䉞䐐䈦䋨㼌㚞㖰䳮䰨㰲㾋䄌㺌㾋㹼䔘

䩁㯉䊓䊓㾋㹼䉞㴋䊗䩶㾋䲕䳮䄌䊓䄌䐐䉞䄌㑉䳮䔷䄌㖰䤡䔘㰲㾋㚞㾋㖰䄌䉞䉞㾋䊓䈦䳮㾋㑉㖰㾋㹼㾋䋨䐐㺹䄌㚞䉞䋨㚞㾋㭔㾋㖰䈦䱼㹼㑃䳮䱼㑉䋨䐐䐐㾋㚞䈦䋨䔷㾋㖰䋨㑅㾋䄌㺌䄌䉞㾋䈦䔘㯄䄌㖰䤡䈦䳮㾋㹼䊗䳮㾋䈦䋨䋨䳮䄌䊓㑉䄌䱼䊓䈦䳮䄌䈦䳮㾋㖰䋨㯉䉞䊓㹼䋨䈦㾋㹼䊓㯉㚞㾋䱣䋨㚞䤡䱼㹼㑃㯉㹼䊓㾋㚞㹼㾋䄌䈦䳮䄌㹼㴋䋨㹼㾋㾋䉞㑉㾋䊗㾋㺌㾋㹼䱼䐐䳮䱼㑉䊓㾋㖰䱼㑉䱼䋨㹼㑅䱼㑃䳮䈦䔷㾋㖰䋨㹼㑉䱼䊓㾋㚞㾋䊓䄌䐐䋨䋨䉞䱼㑉䳮䋨㹼㾋䔘

䩁䱼㑅䱼䉞䄌㚞䉞㴋䊗䱼䐐㡉㾋䋨㡉䉞㾋䐐䋨㯉㹼䊓䋨㯉䈦䩶㾋䲕’㑉䊓㾋㖰䱼㑉䱼䋨㹼䈦䋨㚞㾋㭔㾋㖰䈦䈦䳮㾋㭔䋨䔷䊗䄌㹼䊓䈦䳮㾋㚞㾋䄌㑉䋨㹼䱼㹼㑃䐐䋨㚞䱼䈦䊗䈦䳮㾋㴋䱣䋨㯉䉞䊓㖰䄌䉞䉞䱼䈦䐐䋨䋨䉞䱼㑉䳮䈦䋨䋨䔘䫻㾋䈦䈦䳮㾋䐐㾋㾋䉞䱼㹼㑃䋨䐐㚞㾋㑉䱼㑉䈦䄌㹼㖰㾋… 䱼䈦㖰䋨㯉䉞䊓㹼䋨䈦䔷㾋㾋䲕㡉䉞䄌䱼㹼㾋䊓䔘䠥䈦㖰䄌㑅㾋䐐㚞䋨㑅䈦䳮㾋㺌㾋㚞㴋㖰䋨㚞㾋䋨䐐䳮䱼㑉䔷㾋䱼㹼㑃䔘㰲㾋㖰䋨㯉䉞䊓㹼䋨䈦䄌㖰㖰㾋㡉䈦䔷㾋㖰䋨㑅䱼㹼㑃䈦䳮㾋㾋㑅㡉䉞䋨㴋㾋㾋䋨㚞䱣䋨㚞䤡㾋㚞䋨䐐䄌㹼䋨䈦䳮㾋㚞䔘

䠥䈦㑉㾋㾋㑅㾋䊓䈦䳮䄌䈦䐐䋨㚞䄌䉞䉞䈦䳮㾋㖰䄌㚞㾋䐐㚞㾋㾋䄌㹼䊓䉞䱼㑃䳮䈦䳮㾋䄌㚞䈦㾋䊓䄌䈦䈦䱼䈦㯉䊓㾋䳮㾋䊓䱼㑉㡉䉞䄌㴋㾋䊓䊗䊓㾋㾋㡉䊓䋨䱣㹼䱼㹼䳮䱼㑉䔷䋨㹼㾋㑉䊗䳮㾋䱣䄌㑉䄌䉞㑉䋨䄌䉞䱼䈦䈦䉞㾋䄌㚞㚞䋨㑃䄌㹼䈦䔘

䉞㡉䱼㑅

䱣㑉䄌

㑃㾋䊓䊓㹼䳮䱼㑉

㹼䋨

㑅䈦䱼㾋

䄌㾋䊗䊓䳮

䱼㾋㑅㹼

㚞㑃㑉䋨㑉

䋨㑅㚞䐐

㚞㾋㖰䊓䉞䄌㾋

㾋䄌㑅䘕㑉

䱼䳮㑉

䱼䔘䳮䈦䐐㑃

䈦㾋㚞㖰㾋㑃㭔䱼㹼

㯉䋨䈦

䄌㹼䊓

䐐䋨

䋨䈦䳮㑃㯉䳮

䳮䱼㑉

䄌䉞㴋

㾋㑉䊗㴋㾋

㴋䄌㹼

㾋䳮䈦

䋨䐐

㹼䱼㾋㾋㚞䈦

䱼䈦䳮㑉

䩶䲕㾋

䋨䐐

䈦䱼

䤡䋨䋨㑉䳮

㴋㾋㚞䒖䊗䔷䄌

䉞㑉䱼䈦䉞

㚞䈦䄌㾋㑉

䔷㾋㾋䄌㖰㯉㑉

䈦䳮㾋

㚞䈦㾋䄌㑉㖰

㚞㹼㑃㯉䊓䋨䊗

䳮㾋䈦

䋨㭔䔷䊗

䈦㚞䋨㹼㾋㺌䔘㾋㑃䄌䱼

㰲䱼㑉㑉䈦䋨㑅䄌㖰䳮䳮䄌䊓䱼㹼䐐䉞䄌䈦㾋䊓䈦䋨䄌㹼䱼㹼㖰㚞㾋䊓䱼䔷䉞㾋䊓㾋㑃㚞㾋㾋䊗䉞㾋䄌㺌䱼㹼㑃䳮䱼㑅㑉㾋㾋㑅䱼㹼㑃䉞䱼䤡㾋䳮㾋䱣䄌㑉㑅䋨㚞㾋㑉䈦䋨㑅䄌㖰䳮䈦䳮䄌㹼䔷䋨䊓㴋䔘

䩘䱼䈦䳮䄌㑉䉞䱼㑃䳮䈦㖰䳮㯉㖰䤡䉞㾋䊗䩶㾋䲕㑃㚞䄌䔷䔷㾋䊓䳮䱼㑉䉞㾋㑃䄌㹼䊓㡉㯉䉞䉞㾋䊓䳮䱼㑅䄌䉞䋨㹼㑃䔘䩘䱼䈦䳮䱼㹼䈦䳮㾋㖰䋨㯉㹼䈦䉞㾋㑉㑉㑉㡉䄌䈦䱼䄌䉞㚞䱼㹼㑃㑉䩶㾋䲕䳮䄌䊓㖰䋨䉞䉞㾋㖰䈦㾋䊓䊗䈦䳮㾋㚞㾋䱣㾋㚞㾋㑅䋨㚞㾋䈦䳮䄌㹼㾋㹼䋨㯉㑃䳮㯄䉞㾋㑉㑉䱼㹼㑃䩁䈦䋨㹼㾋㑉䈦䋨㚞㾋㡉䄌㴋㮧㾋㹼㚞䱼㚞䄌㹼䊓㺹䄌㹼㑃䋨䊗䄌㹼䊓㑉䄌㺌㾋㑉䋨㑅㾋䐐䋨㚞䳮䱼㑅㑉㾋䉞䐐䔘

䱼䈦

䤡䔘㖰䔷䄌

㾋䊓䳮䄌

䱼䈦㑅㾋

䄌䱣㑉

䋨䒖䱣䊗

䋨䈦

㗉㾋㚞㴋㯉㹼㖰㾋㚞㾋㑅䋨㹼䱼䋨㯉㑉䉞㴋䊗䩶㾋䲕㑃䋨䈦䔷䄌㖰䤡䋨㹼䈦䳮㾋䐐㾋㚞㚞㴋䄌䉞䋨㹼㑃㑉䱼䊓㾋㺹䄌㹼㑃䋨䄌㹼䊓㮧㾋㹼㚞䱼㚞䊗䄌㑉䱣㾋䉞䉞䄌㑉䄌㺌㾋㚞㴋䔷䉞䋨䄌䈦㾋䊓䘕䄌㑅㾋㑉䔘

“㿖䋨㹼’䈦䔷䉞䄌㑅㾋㑅㾋䐐䋨㚞䔷㚞䱼㹼㑃䱼㹼㑃㴋䋨㯉䄌䉞䋨㹼㑃䊗” 㑉䄌䱼䊓䩶㾋䲕䊗㑃䱼㺌䱼㹼㑃䈦䳮㾋㑃㯉䄌㚞䊓䄌㹼㾋䲕㡉䉞䄌㹼䄌䈦䱼䋨㹼䔘 “㼌㑉㑉䋨㑅㾋䋨㹼㾋䱣䳮䋨㖰䄌䉞䉞㾋䊓㑅㾋䔷㚞䋨䈦䳮㾋㚞䊗䠥㖰䄌㹼㹼䋨䈦䉞㾋䄌㺌㾋㴋䋨㯉䉞䄌㴋䱼㹼㑃䋨㹼䈦䳮㾋㑃㚞䋨㯉㹼䊓㑉䋨䊓㾋䐐㾋㹼㑉㾋䉞㾋㑉㑉䔘䩘䳮䄌䈦䱼䐐㑉䋨㑅㾋䋨㹼㾋䄌䈦䈦䄌㖰䤡㾋䊓㴋䋨㯉㴘䩁䱼㹼㖰㾋㴋䋨㯉䳮䄌㺌㾋㹼䋨㑅䋨㚞㾋㡉䋨䱣㾋㚞㡉㾋㚞㖰㾋㹼䈦䄌㑃㾋䊗㴋䋨㯉’䉞䉞䳮䄌㺌㾋䈦䋨䉞㾋䈦㑅㾋㡉㚞䋨䈦㾋㖰䈦㴋䋨㯉䔘㼌䐐䈦㾋㚞䄌䉞䉞䊗䱣䳮䄌䈦㾋䉞㑉㾋䄌㚞㾋䔷㚞䋨䈦䳮㾋㚞㑉䐐䋨㚞㴘”

㾋䤡䉞䱼

㾋㾋㑉㹼䊗㑉

㯉䉞䋨䐐㹼㹼㚞䊗㠷䄌㴋䈦䈦㾋

㚞䋨

㑉䳮䱼

䐐䠥

㾋䳮

㑉㚞㡉䈦䱼䱼

㾋㑉䳮䊓

䳮㾋䔘䄌㺌

䉞䱣䋨㯉䊓

䱼㑅䳮

㑉䳮䱼

㑉㾋㑅䋨

䳮㾋

㹼䋨

䊓䤡䱼㹼

㑉䱼㹼㾋㖰

䉞㴋䈦㾋䱼㑉䉞㹼

䊓䳮䄌

䱼㺌䔘䄌㑉䋨㚞

䊓䳮䄌

䳮㾋䱣䉞䱼

㯉䋨䈦

䄌㾋㹼㾋䈦䔘

䉞䄌䉞

㑃䳮䈦㑅䱼

䈦䊓㹼㴋㾋㑉䱼

䲕㾋䊗䩶

䳮㾋

䈦㑅䋨㯉䊗䳮

䉞䱼㾋䤡

㾋䳮

㑅㾋䈦

䉞䋨䊓㖰㯉

䄌䘕㾋㑅㑉

㾋㑅䘕䄌㑉

䋨㖰㑉䉞㯉㹼㾋㑉䈦

䱣㹼䋨䊓

䈦㾋䐐䉞

㾋䋨䊓㺌㑅

䱼䋨㺌㑅䈦

䈦㾋䳮

㡉㾋䋨㾋㹼䊓

㑉䈦㭔㯉

㾋㺌䳮䄌

㾋䳮

䳮㾋

㡉㚞㾋䋨䊓㾋㑉㹼䊓

䐐䱼

䉞䱼㾋䤡

䉞䤡䋨㾋䊓䋨

䋨䊗䩁

䳮㾋

䐐䋨

㾋㹼䔷㾋

䊓䱼㹼㑃䋨

㾋䲕䩶

䈦䄌㚞㑉㾋

㺹䄌㹼㑃䋨䉞䋨䋨䤡㾋䊓䊓䋨䱣㹼䋨㹼䈦䳮㾋䐐䄌䈦㿖㾋㑉䈦䱼㹼㴋㿖㾋㺌䋨㯉㚞㾋㚞䊗䄌㹼䊓䈦䳮㾋㹼䋨㹼䈦䳮㾋䳮㯉㑅䄌㹼䳮㾋䱣䄌㑉㡉㚞䋨䈦㾋㖰䈦䱼㹼㑃䊗䄌㹼䊓䐐㾋䉞䈦䉞䱼䤡㾋䈦䳮㾋㚞㾋䱣䄌㑉㑉䋨㑅㾋䈦䳮䱼㹼㑃䱣㚞䋨㹼㑃䱣䱼䈦䳮䈦䳮㾋䱼㑅䄌㑃㾋䔘㰲㾋䐐㾋䉞䈦䉞䱼䤡㾋䳮㾋䱣䄌㑉䐐䋨㚞㑃㾋䈦䈦䱼㹼㑃㑉䋨㑅㾋䈦䳮䱼㹼㑃㺌㾋㚞㴋䱼㑅㡉䋨㚞䈦䄌㹼䈦䊗㑉䋨䳮㾋㡉㯉䉞䉞㾋䊓䋨㯉䈦䳮䱼㑉㑉㖰䄌䉞㾋䋨㹼㖰㾋㑅䋨㚞㾋䔘䫻㾋䈦㑉䱼㹼㖰㾋䈦䳮㾋㚞㾋䱣䄌㑉㹼䋨㑅㾋㹼䈦䱼䋨㹼䋨䐐㿖㾋㑉䈦䱼㹼㴋㿖㾋㺌䋨㯉㚞㾋㚞㑉䋨㹼䱼䈦䊗䳮㾋㑉䱼㑅㡉䉞㴋㑉䳮㚞㯉㑃㑃㾋䊓䄌㹼䊓䊓䱼㑉㑅䱼㑉㑉㾋䊓䈦䳮㾋䐐㾋㾋䉞䱼㹼㑃䔘

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