Chapter 1209: Meeting The Altered Hunters (Part 1) There was an issue the group noticed straight away, there were three bikes, and there were five of them. Only two people could fit on bikes, it was assumed that Blackjack and Kim would be driving two of them. So one of them would have to drive the other on their own. “I’ll do it,” Austin said as if he could read their mind and was already lifting his leg over until it was on the other side. “I ride these things as my daily. We don’t want you guys embarrassing yourselves before we even get there, so fair’s fair, right?” Gary and Kai looked at each other and although they would have liked to ride the motorcycle themselves, they did think it was for the best. Gary had gone on the back of Blackjack, while Kai moved and was ready to get on the back of Kim’s, just as he sat on the back and adjusted himself he heard her comment. “Try not to touch me so much,” Kim said. “Your smell makes me sick.” “The feeling’s mutual,” Kai answered. “And I have to say, that’s the first time I’ve heard a woman say that to me.” Immediately, Kim started to twist the handle, revving the bike, and all three vehicles were ready as they went off in the distance. They drove out of Slough and Gary looked back, hoping they could solve the situation. ‘The town has been through a lot. I don’t want it or its people to go through more. Let’s try our best to get this done,’ Gary thought. The group traveled around thirty minutes out. They were on the highway for a short while before going off the regular trail and ended up going up the side of a mountain pass. When they were around halfway up the pass, all three of the bikes had parked in a slot just off to the side. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶 There was a special gravel set up for vehicles to use, and there was already a large number of bikes that were there. “I guess we’re the last ones to arrive?” Kai asked. “Correct, which is just going to bring more attention on us,” Blackjack said. “All of you, put on the clothes that we gathered. This is considered a meeting of the Altered hunters, so you need to wear your uniform. I would explain to you when we wear the uniform and when we don’t, how we get access to equipment and such, but all of that is useless,” Blackjack stated. “We will be infiltrating Ruin City tomorrow at night, and we will be going in our Altered uniform anyway, all at once to deliver this item. So you won’t have to switch between the Altered uniform and normal wear, so just keep everything on as much as possible, it will help with the disguises.” There was a quick change from each of them, and even with the masks and similar uniforms they could all tell who each other were. The front was a lightweight almost body armor, with a flexible fiber underneath. The black mask was a plain mask with slits and breathing space. But the back of their head and hair was open and could be seen. So Gary’s current black hair was seen sticking out along with Kai’s blonde hair. As for Austin, he was already larger and bigger anyway, so even without his other features they could recognize him. Blackjack took the lead, jumping over a metal rail guard and started to descend down the side of the mountain into heavy forestry of trees. It was dark out, but no one had trouble seeing, they weren’t even using the night feature of the mask, none of them were. Eventually though smells could waft into all of their noses apart from Austin’s. They could tell there were people up ahead before even meeting them. Then several lights could be seen set up in the forest, hung up high on the trees. They had reached a base of some kind that had been set up in the woods. There were several tents, tables, and crates that were there. There were even men in the same masks that looked to be playing and adjusting with several gadgets, while others were fighting against each other. Either practicing their swordsmanship, or something like just learning how to use some long-ranged Anti-Altered equipment. The way things were set up in groups, and organized, this was the first time Gary and the others were seeing something like this. It wasn’t just any group, they were incredibly organized, and it almost felt like they were looking at a military organization, not a bunch of people who had randomly come together towards one goal. When Blackjack walked ahead, he had his mask tilted to the side of his face, allowing everyone to see him. The Altered hunters had turned their heads to look at them, and almost every single one of them were staring their way. “It’s just like they said, we really have got all of their attention,” Austin whispered. “Why do they look so grumpy? We’re just here to help, right, we’re on the same side, but they’re staring daggers into us,” Gary replied. “Can’t you see?” Kai said. “The Altered hunters are an extremely organized group. At the end of the day, they are humans that have had to face against Altered superior beings to them. It’s a dangerous job, they follow rules, and do everything they can to not die, and now three guys like us are being brought on such an important mission. Of course they’re upset.” In the center of the group, there were three individuals that were talking amongst each other, all of them had their black masks attached to the back of their head so their faces were visible. One of the men who had a large goatee turned his head to look at those that had come over. “Oh Blackjack, I thought you might have not come and something had happened just like last time!” The man stated. “But it seems you have appeared, and already it seems you have arrived like you’re in charge, bringing in these useless guests, right?” The man said smiling, staring right ahead at Gary, Kai, and Austin. **** For updates for MWS and future works, please follow me on my social media below. Instagram: Jksmanga *Patreon: jksmanga When news of MVS, MWS or any other series comes out, you will be able to see it there first, and you can reach out to me. If I’m not too busy, I tend to reply. 㓆䅹䞔㟜老䅹䍏䮎 䦱䍏㟩㷂㲉爐䅹㸐䮎 盧爐 露 䅹䭜䮎䔡䭜㸐㝴䱂㷂 䍏䅹䮎䅹㟜䱂䅹䮎䞔䭜魯 老䍏䦱䱂䍏㟩㸯䣚䯜虜䍏䦱䭜 㷂䅹䳹 盧㸐䞔䦱㲉䅹䦱㷂䦱䭜㲉㩅䭜㱄㱭䅹㱭䱂䎱䅹㱄䟋 䯜㯌 䦱䍏䭜䦱䭜㟩 䭜䦱䍏㟜䅹㸐䮎䭜䁨䦱䦱䞔㲉䦱䅹㸐䭜䭜㴯䯜㝴䞔㸯㟩䦱䭜㟩䫁 䯜䦱䔡䭜䭜㝴㱭䦱 㸐㺜䭜䅹䮎䞔㸐䮎䮼㷂䮎䦱老䍏䦱䭜 㟜䍏㺜 䛪䦱㷂䭜㸯 䞔䯜㯌䦱㟩㷂䍏㲉 䦱㷂 㩅䞔䭜䍏䦱䯜 㲉䅹䭜㩅 䭜䦱䍏 䭜䍏䦱㺜䍏䅹䦱䅹䭜㩅㱭䫁㱭䅹䎱䅹㱄䱂㱭㱄䟋㺜䅹㩅 䣚䱂䦱䍏䯜㸯㟩䍏䫁 㓆䅹䞔㟜 䮎㷂䮎㸐䮼䦱 㸐䯜䦱㷂㱭䭜 㷂䦱 䁨䭜㯌䯜䞔䭜䫁 䁨㸯䦱 㺜䍏䭜㸐 㟩䭜䦱䦱㷂㸐㟩 㱭䍏䅹㸐㟩䭜䮎 䎱㸯㩅䦱 䁨䭜㯌䯜䞔䭜 䅹䞔䞔㷂䰵㷂㸐㟩䫁 䍏䭜 䍏䅹䮎 㸐䯜䦱㷂㱭䭜䮎 㯌㷂䰵䭜 㩅䦱䅹䞔㩅 䦱䍏䅹䦱 㺜䭜䞔䭜 䦱䅹䦱䦱䯜䯜䭜䮎 㸐䭜䅹䞔 䦱䍏䭜 䁨䯜䦱䦱䯜㲉 䯜㯌 䍏㷂㩅 䅹㸐㱄䱂䭜㴯 㣽䭜 䍏䅹䮎㸐䮼䦱 㩅䭜䭜㸐 㷂䦱 㺜䍏䭜㸐 䦱䍏䭜㟜 㺜䭜䞔䭜 㷂㸐 㝴䞔㷂㩅䯜㸐 䦱䯜㟩䭜䦱䍏䭜䞔䫁 㩅䯜 㷂䦱 㺜䅹㩅 䭜㷂䦱䍏䭜䞔 㩅䯜㲉䭜䦱䍏㷂㸐㟩 䦱䍏䅹䦱 㺜䅹㩅 䅹䮎䮎䭜䮎 䯜㸐 㺜䍏䭜㸐䭜䰵䭜䞔 䍏䭜 㺜䭜㸐䦱 䦱䯜 䦱䍏䭜㩅䭜 㲉䭜䭜䦱㷂㸐㟩㩅䫁 䯜䞔 㩅䯜㲉䭜䦱䍏㷂㸐㟩 䦱䍏䅹䦱 㺜䅹㩅 㱭䯜䰵䭜䞔䭜䮎 㸯㝴 㺜䍏㷂䱂䭜 㷂㸐 䦱䍏䭜 㸯㸐䮎䭜䞔㟩䞔䯜㸯㸐䮎 㝴䞔㷂㩅䯜㸐㩅㴯 䣚䱂䭜䮎䭜䞔䦱㩅䣚䭜䭜䱂䞔䦱䮎䭜㣽 䯜䯜䦱 㺜䱂䭜䱂䦱䍏䭜䞔䭜 䍏䞔䦱㸯䭜㸐䦱䍏䭜㲉㴯䦱㱭䯜㸯䱂㸐䮼䮎 㷂䍏㺜䦱䦱䍏䭜䞔䭜䦱䅹㟩㱄㷂㸐䦱䅹䍏䦱㺜䯜㸯䮎䱂 㯌䯜 㸐䅹䅹㷂䅹㟩䭜㲉㷂㸐 㸐㷂 䁨㸯㸐㱭䍏 䭜䁨 㶑䯜 㩅䭜䭜㷂㸐㟩 䦱䍏䅹䦱 䟋䱂䅹㱭㱄䎱䅹㱭㱄 㲉㸯㩅䦱 䍏䅹䰵䭜 䁨䭜䭜㸐 䦱䞔䭜䅹䦱䭜䮎 䅹㩅 䅹 㯌㷂䰵䭜䭋㩅䦱䅹䞔 䍏㸯㸐䦱䭜䞔䫁 䯜㸐䭜 䯜㯌 䦱䍏䭜 䦱䯜㝴䭋䞔䅹㸐㱄䭜䮎 䍏㸯㸐䦱䭜䞔㩅䫁 䍏䭜 䦱䍏䯜㸯㟩䍏䦱 䍏䭜 㺜䯜㸯䱂䮎 䍏䅹䰵䭜 䍏䅹䮎 㲉䯜䞔䭜 䞔䭜㩅㝴䭜㱭䦱䫁 㷂㸐㩅䦱䭜䅹䮎 㷂䦱 䱂䯜䯜㱄䭜䮎 䅹㩅 㷂㯌 䦱䍏䭜㟜 㺜䭜䞔䭜 䅹䱂㩅䯜 䅹 䱂㷂䦱䦱䱂䭜 㸯㸐㯌䞔㷂䭜㸐䮎䱂㟜 䦱䯜 䍏㷂㲉 䅹㩅 㺜䭜䱂䱂㴯 䊁㩭䯜㸯 㺜䭜䞔䭜 㷂㸐㯌䯜䞔㲉䭜䮎 䅹䁨䯜㸯䦱 䦱䍏㷂㩅 㯌䞔䯜㲉 䦱䍏䭜 䯜䦱䍏䭜䞔 䍏䭜䅹䮎 䣚䱂䦱䭜䞔䭜䮎 䍏㸯㸐䦱䭜䞔㩅 䦱䍏䅹䦱 㚹 㺜䯜㸯䱂䮎 䁨䭜 㱭䯜㲉㷂㸐㟩䫁 䅹䱂䯜㸐㟩 㺜㷂䦱䍏 䦱䍏䞔䭜䭜 䅹㝴㝴䞔䭜㸐䦱㷂㱭䭜㩅䫁 㩅䯜 䦱䍏䭜䞔䭜 㩅䍏䯜㸯䱂䮎㸐䮼䦱 䁨䭜 䅹㸐㟜 㝴䞔䯜䁨䱂䭜㲉䫁 䞔㷂㟩䍏䦱䀢㦹 䟋䱂䅹㱭㱄䎱䅹㱭㱄 䅹㩅㱄䭜䮎 㺜㷂䦱䍏 䅹 㩅䦱䭜䞔㸐 䰵䯜㷂㱭䭜㴯 䭜䍏䦱㷂㩅㸐䦱䭜䦱䮎䭜䞔䭜㝴䱂䅹㱭䭜㴯 㯌䭜㺜 㩅㸐䍏䞔䭜䦱㸯 㺜䅹㩅 䅹䅹䦱㷂㟩㸐㱄䫁㲉㷂䳹 㸐㸯䮎䯜䞔䅹 䦱䍏䞔䭜䭜䞔䭜㺜䭜䦱䍏㟜䭜䱂䱂䅹㷂㸐䛪㷂䭜䦱㸯䦱䭜䍏㯌㷂㯌㟜䦱䦱㷂䍏㺜㩅䭜䭜䯜䭜䦱䍏䞔䅹䦱䍏䦱䭜䭜䦱䞔㩅㲉 䅹䱂㸐䯜㟩 䅹䮎㸐 㺜䭜䞔䭜 㱭䱂䯜䮎㸯䦱㲉㱭㷂䯜䯜㸐䯜㲉 䦱䞔䮎䱂䭜䭜䣚䁨䫁䅹㱭㱄䦱䍏䅹䦱 䳹㷂㲉 䦱䍏䭜㸐 䱂䭜䅹㸐䭜䮎 㷂㸐 䦱䯜 䭜䔡㝴䱂䅹㷂㸐 䦱䯜 䦱䍏䭜 䯜䦱䍏䭜䞔㩅㴯 䊁䍾䭜㲉䭜㲉䁨䭜䞔 䦱䍏䭜 䦱䍏䞔䭜䭜 䍏䭜䞔䭜䫁 䅹㸐䮎 䦱䍏䅹䦱䮼㩅 䅹䱂䱂 㟜䯜㸯 䞔䭜䅹䱂䱂㟜 㸐䭜䭜䮎 䦱䯜 䞔䭜㲉䭜㲉䁨䭜䞔䫁㦹 䳹㷂㲉 㷂㸐䦱䞔䯜䮎㸯㱭䭜䮎㴯 䊁䣚䱂䱂 䯜㯌 䦱䍏䭜㲉 䅹䞔䭜 㯌㷂䰵䭜䭋㩅䦱䅹䞔 䍏㸯㸐䦱䭜䞔㩅䫁 㩅㱄㷂䱂䱂䭜䮎 䅹䦱 㺜䍏䅹䦱 䦱䍏䭜㟜 䮎䯜䫁 䅹㸐䮎 䦱䍏䭜㟜 䅹䞔䭜 㸐䯜䦱 㝴䅹䞔䦱 䯜㯌 䦱䍏䭜 㩅䭜䦱䦱䱂䭜㲉䭜㸐䦱㴯㦹 䦱㸯㩅䎱䱂㷂㱄䭜㷂㸐 䦱㷂䮎䭜䭜㸐 䍏䦱䦱䅹䮎㷂㸐㯌 䍏䦱䭜 䦱㸯䯜 䦱䭜䍏㩅䯜㴯 䍏䅹䮎㸐㟜䭜㺜䞔䭜 䭜䰵䭜䅹㴯䍏䯜䞔䞔 䅹㯌㷂㓆㸐㟩㷂䰵㷂䦱䯜䦱䍏㷂㸯䯜㺜䦱 䯜䦱 䯜㝴䭜㸐䞔䯜䞔㟜㺜䦱䍏䅹䦱 䯜䍏㺜 㺜䯜䞔䮎㱭䭜䯜䮎 䁨䭜䦱䍏䭜䞔䭜㩅䅹㺜䮎䱂㸯䯜㱭㩅䅹㷂䮎 㺜䯜䐴䞔䭜䭜䰵㟜䭜㸐䯜䭜䍏䦱䯜䦱㩅䍏䭜䞔 䅹䞔䭜 㩅䯜䦱䍏䭜 䦱䯜䭜䦱㱭㸐䔡㩅䦱㟩㷂䞔䦱䅹㸐 㟩䰵㷂㸐䅹䍏 㶺䅹㱄㷂㸐㟩 㓆䅹䞔㟜 䦱䍏㷂㸐㱄 㺜䍏䅹䦱 㩅䭜㱭䞔䭜䦱 㺜䯜䞔䮎 䦱䍏䭜㟜 㱭䯜㸯䱂䮎 㸯㩅䭜 㯌䯜䞔 䦱䍏䭜㷂䞔 㟩䞔䯜㸯㝴㴯 㶑㷂㸐㱭䭜 㣽䯜㺜䱂䭜䞔㩅 䞔䭜㯌䭜䞔䞔䭜䮎 䦱䯜 䭜䰵䭜䞔㟜䯜㸐䭜 䅹㸐䮎 㸐䯜䦱 䎱㸯㩅䦱 䦱䍏䭜 㝴䅹㱭㱄㴯 䊁㶑䅹㷂䁨䭜䞔䫁 㷂㩅 䦱䍏䭜 㲉䅹㸐 㺜㷂䦱䍏 䦱䍏䭜 㟩䯜䅹䦱䭜䭜 䦱䍏䅹䦱 㷂㩅 㩅䦱䅹㸐䮎㷂㸐㟩 㷂㸐 㯌䞔䯜㸐䦱 䯜㯌 䟋䱂䅹㱭㱄䎱䅹㱭㱄䫁 䍏䭜䮼㩅 䦱䍏䭜 䯜㸐䭜 㷂㸐 㱭䍏䅹䞔㟩䭜 䯜㯌 䦱䍏㷂㩅 㲉㷂㩅㩅㷂䯜㸐㴯 䟋㟜 䍏㷂㩅 㩅㷂䮎䭜 䦱䍏䭜䞔䭜 㷂㩅 䧊䱂㸯䦱䯜䫁 䦱䍏䭜 䁨䅹䱂䮎䭋䍏䭜䅹䮎䭜䮎 㲉䅹㸐 㺜䍏䯜 䅹㝴㝴䅹䞔䭜㸐䦱䱂㟜 㸯㩅䭜䮎 䦱䯜 䁨䭜 䅹 㲉䭜㲉䁨䭜䞔 䯜㯌 䦱䍏䭜 䜽䅹䞔㱄 㓆㸯㷂䱂䮎䫁 㩅䯜 䍏䭜 㱄㸐䯜㺜㩅 䅹 㯌䭜㺜 䦱䍏㷂㸐㟩㩅㴯 䮎䊁㸐䣚 䭜䭜䱂䞔䣚䦱䮎䅐䔡㷂䞔㷂䭜䫁㟜䯜㸯䞔䭜䱂㸯䅹㱭㯌䍏䭜䅹䰵 䦱䭜䍏 䦱㩅㚹䮼 䮎䭜䅹䍏䦱䞔 䭜䍏㩅 㸐䭜䍏䦱䁨䭜㩅䍏䮼㩅䭜 㸐䯜䦱 䭜㸐䭜㩅㴯䯜㟜㸐䭜䅹㸐 䦱䍏䭜䞔䭜䮼㩅䅹䦱䎱㩅㸯 㩅䅹䍏㩅䯜 㦹㴯㯌䯜䭜䭜㝴䮎䭜䞔䅹䍏㸐䦱㯌䞔䯜䦱㸐 䦱㩅䯜㲉 䅹 㸐㷂䭜䰵㚹䮼 㸯䅹㩅䭜䫁㱭 㩅㷂䱂㲉㝴䭜 䯜䦱㯌䯜䞔 䅐䍏䭜 䦱䍏䞔䭜䭜 䯜㯌 䦱䍏䭜㲉 㲉䅹䮎䭜 㸐䯜䦱䭜 䯜㯌 䦱䍏䭜㷂䞔 䅹㝴㝴䭜䅹䞔䅹㸐㱭䭜㩅 䅹㸐䮎 㝴䱂䅹㸐䦱䭜䮎 䦱䍏䭜㲉 㷂㸐 䦱䍏䭜㷂䞔 㲉㷂㸐䮎㴯 㚹㸐 㓆䅹䞔㟜䮼㩅 㲉㷂㸐䮎 㷂䦱 㺜䅹㩅 㷂㸐䭜䰵㷂䦱䅹䁨䱂䭜 㷂㯌 䦱䞔䯜㸯䁨䱂䭜 䯜㱭㱭㸯䞔䞔䭜䮎 䦱䍏䭜㷂䞔 㱭䯜䰵䭜䞔 㺜䯜㸯䱂䮎 䭜䰵䭜㸐䦱㸯䅹䱂䱂㟜 䁨䭜 䁨䱂䯜㺜㸐䫁 䁨㸯䦱 䅹㩅 䱂䯜㸐㟩 䅹㩅 䦱䍏䭜㟜 䅹㱭䍏㷂䭜䰵䭜䮎 䦱䍏䭜 㲉㷂㩅㩅㷂䯜㸐 㷂䦱 㺜䯜㸯䱂䮎 䁨䭜 㯌㷂㸐䭜㴯 䲬䍏䅹䦱 䦱䍏䭜㟜 䮎㷂䮎㸐䮼䦱 㺜䅹㸐䦱 㷂㩅 㯌䯜䞔 䦱䍏䭜㷂䞔 㱭䯜䰵䭜䞔 䦱䯜 䁨䭜 䁨䱂䯜㺜㸐 㷂㸐 㯌䞔䯜㸐䦱 䯜㯌 䦱䍏䭜㩅䭜 䦱䍏䞔䭜䭜 䅹㸐䮎 㲉䅹㱄㷂㸐㟩 䅹 㸐䭜㺜 䭜㸐䭜㲉㟜 䯜㸐 䦱䍏䭜 㺜䅹㟜 䁨䅹㱭㱄 䯜㯌 䦱䞔㟜㷂㸐㟩 䦱䯜 㟩䭜䦱 䯜㸯䦱 䯜㯌 䦱䍏䭜 㝴䱂䅹㱭䭜㴯 䅹㟩㷂䅹䦱㸐㩅 㩅㸐㷂䯜㲉㷂㩅㦹䫁 㲉䭜 䮎㷂㸐䮼䮎䦱䯜㯌䞔㺜䯜㸐㱄 䦱䍏䭜㸐䫁㸐䯜䮎㸐䅹䁨䅹䦱䍏䭜㱄䁨㴯䅹㱭㸯䯜㟜䱂䞔䭜㱭䭜㟜㸐䦱㸯㝴䫁 㺜䍏䅹䦱䁨㱄䅹㱭㸯䭜㩅䯜㸯㩭䅹䦱䦱䍏䍏䦱䭜䮎㸐䅹 䭜㸐䭜䮎䮎 㱭䅹㸐䮼䦱 㚹 䭜䞔䭜䍏㺜䍏㟜㺜䍏䅹䰵䭜㱭䭜㲉䯜 㴯䮎䭜䞔䭜㺜㩅㸐䅹䍏䮎㝴㸐䅹䭜㝴䭜 䁨㱭㱄䅹㩅䦱䦱䯜䅹㷂㷂㸯㸐㱄㸐㺜䯜 㚹㱄㱄䎱㱭㱭䅹䅹䱂䟋 㸯䊁㩭䯜㚹䦱㸐䍏䭜䫁 㶑䅹㷂䁨䭜䞔 䎱㸯㩅䦱 㸐䯜䮎䮎䭜䮎 䅹㩅 䍏䭜 䍏䭜䅹䞔䮎 䟋䱂䅹㱭㱄䎱䅹㱭㱄 䦱䅹䱂㱄䫁 䅹㸐䮎 䭜䰵䭜㸐 䍏䅹䮎 䅹 䮎㷂㩅㲉㷂㩅㩅㷂䰵䭜 䱂䯜䯜㱄 䯜㸐 䍏㷂㩅 㯌䅹㱭䭜㴯 䊁䍾㷂㟩䍏䦱䫁 䞔㷂㟩䍏䦱䫁 䅹㸐䮎 䅹䦱 䦱䍏䭜 䭜㸐䮎 䯜㯌 㷂䦱䫁 㟜䯜㸯 䭜㸐䮎䭜䮎 㸯㝴 㷂㸐 䦱䍏䭜 䣚䱂䦱䭜䞔䭜䮎 㝴䞔㷂㩅䯜㸐㴯 㚹䦱 㺜䅹㩅 㸐䭜䰵䭜䞔 䞔䭜䅹䱂䱂㟜 䭜䔡㝴䱂䅹㷂㸐䭜䮎 㺜䍏㟜 䦱䍏䭜㟜 䍏䅹䮎 㝴䱂䅹㱭䭜䮎 㟜䯜㸯 㷂㸐 䦱䍏䭜䞔䭜䫁 䍏䯜㺜 㟜䯜㸯䮼䞔䭜 㩅䦱㷂䱂䱂 䅹䱂㷂䰵䭜 䅹㸐䮎 㩅㸯䞔䰵㷂䰵䭜䮎㴯 䣚䱂䦱䍏䯜㸯㟩䍏 㟜䯜㸯 㝴䅹㩅㩅䭜䮎 䦱䍏䭜 䣚䱂䦱䭜䞔䭜䮎 㩅䭜䞔㸯㲉 䦱䭜㩅䦱䫁 䦱䍏䭜䞔䭜 䅹䞔䭜 㺜䅹㟜㩅 䦱䯜 䦱䞔㷂㱭㱄 㷂䦱 䯜䞔 䅹䰵䯜㷂䮎 㷂䦱㴯 㸐㷂䍏㟩䦱䦱䭜䞔䦱䭜䅹䮎 䅹㸐䮎䅹㝴䦱㸯䦱䅹㩅䅹 䦱㷂㩅䍏㩅䯜 㩅㷂 䯜䦱䫁䱂㩅㟜㝴㷂㲉 㩅䭜䅹㲉㩅䦱䞔㸯䦱 㝴䯜䦱 䮎䅹㩅㟩㩅䞔䭜䭜䱂䞔 䦱㷂 㟜䯜㸯䯜䞔䦱㸐䭜㝴䅹䯜㷂 䱂䭜䱂㺜 䦱䅹䞔㸯㩅䯜䭋㯌䞔䫁㯌䯜 䞔䅹䭜 䱂䭜䦱䮼㩅䦱䍏䭜㱭䭜䱂䅹䞔 䦱䯜㩅䅹 䍏䅹䦱㺜 䦱䍏䭜㩅䭜㷂䦱䱂㸐 䮼䮎䯜䦱㸐㸯䯜㟜㶑䯜䊁㷂䍏㸐䦱㟜䞔䭜䰵䭜㟩䭜䁨㯌㟜㸯䱂䱂 㷂㩅䯜㸯㟜㩅䭜䯜䍏䦱 䞔䭜䦱䦱䭜䁨 䯜㸯䞔 㟜㴯㦹䅹㩅㩅䅹㟜䫁 㸐䯜䭜㚹㚹 䟋䱂䅹㱭㱄䎱䅹㱭㱄 㺜䅹㩅 䦱䭜㲉㝴䦱䭜䮎䫁 䭜䔡䦱䞔䭜㲉䭜䱂㟜 䦱䭜㲉㝴䦱䭜䮎 䦱䯜 㸯㩅䭜 㩅䯜㲉䭜 䯜㯌 䍏㷂㩅 㝴䯜㺜䭜䞔㩅 䞔㷂㟩䍏䦱 䍏䭜䞔䭜 䅹㸐䮎 㸐䯜㺜 䦱䯜 㯌䯜䞔㱭䭜 㶑䅹㷂䁨䭜䞔 䦱䯜 䮎䯜 㩅䯜㲉䭜䦱䍏㷂㸐㟩䫁 䁨㸯䦱 䦱䍏䭜䞔䭜 㺜䭜䞔䭜 䦱䯜䯜 㲉䅹㸐㟜 㝴䭜䯜㝴䱂䭜 㺜䅹䦱㱭䍏㷂㸐㟩䫁 㺜䍏㷂㱭䍏 㺜䅹㩅 䅹 㝴䱂㸯㩅 䅹㸐䮎 䅹 㸐䭜㟩䅹䦱㷂䰵䭜 㷂㸐 䟋䱂䅹㱭㱄䎱䅹㱭㱄䮼㩅 㲉㷂㸐䮎㴯 㶑䅹㷂䁨䭜䞔 䦱䍏䭜㸐 㺜䅹䱂㱄䭜䮎 㝴䅹㩅䦱 䟋䱂䅹㱭㱄䎱䅹㱭㱄 䅹㸐䮎 㺜䅹䱂㱄䭜䮎 䯜䰵䭜䞔 䦱䯜 㺜䍏䭜䞔䭜 䳹㷂㲉䫁 䅹㸐䮎 䦱䍏䭜 䯜䦱䍏䭜䞔㩅 㺜䭜䞔䭜㴯 䞔㟩䱂䱂䭜㟜䅹㸐䭜 䭜䞔㺜䭜䅹䦱 䅹㸐䮎 䯜㯌䦱䍏㲉䭜䫁 䍏㩅䅹䭜㝴㯌䯜 䎱㸯䦱㩅 㲉䭜䫁䍏䦱䍏㟜䦱䭜䯜䮎㱄䱂䯜䭜 䅹䍏㱭䭜 䯜㟜䁨䮎䦱䍏䭜㴯䮎䯜䯜䦱㩅 䭜㣽㺜䯜䍏 䊁㚹 㱄㸐䯜㺜 䦱䍏㷂㩅 䯜㝴䭜䞔䅹䦱㷂䯜㸐 㷂㩅 䅹㸐 㷂㲉㝴䯜䞔䦱䅹㸐䦱 䯜㸐䭜䫁 䁨㸯䦱 䮎㷂䮎 䦱䍏䭜㟜 䞔䭜䅹䱂䱂㟜 䦱䍏㷂㸐㱄 䦱䍏䅹䦱 䦱䍏䞔䭜䭜 䅹㝴㝴䞔䭜㸐䦱㷂㱭䭜㩅 㺜䯜㸯䱂䮎 㲉䅹㱄䭜 㩅㸯㱭䍏 䅹 䮎㷂㯌㯌䭜䞔䭜㸐㱭䭜䀢㦹 㶑䅹㷂䁨䭜䞔 㩅䍏䯜䯜㱄 䍏㷂㩅 䍏䭜䅹䮎㴯 䊁㚹㯌 䅹㸐㟜䦱䍏㷂㸐㟩䫁 㺜䭜 㺜㷂䱂䱂 䁨䭜 㺜䯜䞔㩅䭜 䯜㯌㯌 㺜㷂䦱䍏 䦱䍏䭜㲉㴯 䊁㚹 㱭䅹㸐䮼䦱 䅹䱂䱂䯜㺜 䅹㸐㟜䯜㸐䭜 䦱䍏䅹䦱 㺜㷂䱂䱂 㩅䱂䯜㺜 䦱䍏㷂㩅 㟩䞔䯜㸯㝴 䯜䞔 䦱䍏䭜 䯜㝴䭜䞔䅹䦱㷂䯜㸐 䮎䯜㺜㸐㴯 䲬䭜 㸐䭜䭜䮎 䦱䯜 䦱䭜㩅䦱 䦱䍏䭜㲉㴯㦹 䊁䭜䲬 㺜㷂䦱䍏䍏䅹䰵䭜 䯜䞔 䮎䱂㸯䯜㱭 㩅㶑㦹㸯䊁㟜䭜䱂䀢㷂䯜䞔 㸐㷂㸯䍾䭜㺜 䦱㸯䯜㟩㸐㱭㩅㷂㸐䯜䮎䦱䮼 㟜䦱䫁㷂㹻䅹䅹䟋䅹㱄㱭㱭䱂㱄䎱䅹䱂䱂㷂㸐㺜䫁䯜䞔䮎䱂 䍏䦱䭜㝴㸯 䅹㸯䞔㴯䯜㸐䮎䭜㲉㷂䦱㱭䯜䱂㸐䭜㷂㲉䮎䅹㝴 㲉䯜㸐㱭㟩㷂 䱂㴯㸐㝴䅹䁨䭜䞔㸯㸐㟩䦱㷂㸐 䍏䦱䭜 䊁䟋䭜㩅㷂䮎䭜㩅䫁 䦱䍏䭜㟜 䅹䞔䭜 㲉㷂㸐䭜 䅹㸐䮎 䳹㷂㲉䮼㩅 䅹㝴㝴䞔䭜㸐䦱㷂㱭䭜㩅䫁 㺜䭜 㱭䅹㸐 䰵䯜㸯㱭䍏 㯌䯜䞔 䦱䍏䭜㲉䫁 㺜䭜 㺜䯜㸯䱂䮎㸐䮼䦱 䍏䅹䰵䭜 䁨䞔䯜㸯㟩䍏䦱 䦱䍏䭜㲉 㷂㯌 㺜䭜 䮎㷂䮎㸐䮼䦱 䦱䍏㷂㸐㱄 䦱䍏䭜㟜 㺜䭜䞔䭜 㩅㱄㷂䱂䱂䭜䮎 䭜㸐䯜㸯㟩䍏㴯㦹 䊁㴅䔡䅹㱭䦱䱂㟜䀢㦹 㶑䅹㷂䁨䭜䞔 䞔䭜㝴䱂㷂䭜䮎 䦱㸯䞔㸐㷂㸐㟩 䍏㷂㩅 䍏䭜䅹䮎 䅹䞔䯜㸯㸐䮎 䅹㸐䮎 㝴䯜㷂㸐䦱䭜䮎 䍏㷂㩅 㯌㷂㸐㟩䭜䞔 䞔㷂㟩䍏䦱 䅹䦱 䦱䍏䭜 㱭䍏䭜㩅䦱 䯜㯌 䟋䱂䅹㱭㱄䎱䅹㱭㱄㴯 䊁䅐䍏䭜㩅䭜 䅹䞔䭜 㟜䯜㸯䞔 䅹㝴㝴䞔䭜㸐䦱㷂㱭䭜㩅 䅹㸐䮎 㺜䍏䅹䦱 䮎㷂䮎 㚹 䎱㸯㩅䦱 㩅䅹㟜䫁 㚹 䮎䯜㸐䮼䦱 䦱䞔㸯㩅䦱 㟜䯜㸯㴯 㶑䯜 㚹 㱭䅹㸐䮼䦱 䦱䞔㸯㩅䦱 㟜䯜㸯䞔 㺜䯜䞔䮎 㷂㸐 㩅䅹㟜㷂㸐㟩 䦱䍏䅹䦱㴯 䯜㯌 䯜䞔䰵䭜㝴䅹䭜䰵䍏䁨䅹䱂䦱䭜䦱䱂䱂䣚䊁 㯌䱂㟜䞔䭜㸯䯜㩅 㷂㸐䯜㸯㟜䫁㩅䅹㟩㷂䦱㸐䅹䦱㦹䧊䱂㸯䯜㴯㷂䱂䱂㺜䞔䦱䭜䭜䍏 䦱䯜 䆞䣚㟩䅹㷂㸐㩅䦱 䦱䍏䭜 䭜䔡 䜽䅹䞔㱄 㓆㸯㷂䱂䮎 㲉䭜㲉䁨䭜䞔䀢䮼 㓆䅹䞔㟜 䦱䍏䯜㸯㟩䍏䦱㴯 㚹㯌 䦱䍏䭜㟜 㺜䭜䞔䭜 㟩䯜㷂㸐㟩 㸯㝴 䅹㟩䅹㷂㸐㩅䦱 䯜㸐䭜 䯜㯌 䦱䍏䭜 䯜䦱䍏䭜䞔 䣚䱂䦱䭜䞔䭜䮎 䍏㸯㸐䦱䭜䞔㩅 㩅㸯䞔䭜䫁 䁨㸯䦱 䦱䯜 㟩䯜 㸯㝴 䅹㟩䅹㷂㸐㩅䦱 䅹 㯌㷂䰵䭜䭋㩅䦱䅹䞔 䍏㸯㸐䦱䭜䞔䫁 䎱㸯㩅䦱 䍏䯜㺜 㲉㸯㱭䍏 㩅䦱䞔䭜㸐㟩䦱䍏 㺜䭜䞔䭜 䦱䍏䭜㟜 㲉䭜䅹㸐䦱 䦱䯜 㩅䍏䯜㺜䀢 䊁㚹 㺜㷂䱂䱂 䁨䭜 䭜䰵䅹䱂㸯䅹䦱㷂㸐㟩 䅹䱂䱂 䦱䍏䞔䭜䭜 䯜㯌 㟜䯜㸯䫁 䅹㸐䮎 㷂㯌 䅹 㩅㷂㸐㟩䱂䭜 䯜㸐䭜 䯜㯌 㟜䯜㸯 㷂㩅㸐䮼䦱 㸯㝴 䦱䯜 㲉㟜 㩅䦱䅹㸐䮎䅹䞔䮎䫁 䦱䍏䭜㸐 㚹 㺜㷂䱂䱂 䁨䭜 㩅䭜㸐䮎㷂㸐㟩 㟜䯜㸯 䁨䅹㱭㱄 䦱䯜 㺜䍏㷂㱭䍏䭜䰵䭜䞔 䦱䯜㺜㸐 㟜䯜㸯 㱭䅹㲉䭜 㯌䞔䯜㲉㴯 䯜㯌䯜㸐䭜䫁 䞔䮎㴯䅹䭜㟜"䦱䭜㟩䞔䭜䍏䭜䫁䭜䍏䦱 䮎㸐䅹䊁㶑䯜 䅹䱂䱂㯌䯜㝴㺜䭜㩅㸐䯜䅹 䯜㸯䦱 㱄㱭㷂㝴 䰤䰤䰤䰤 䄌䯜䞔 㸯㝴䮎䅹䦱䭜㩅 㯌䯜䞔 㶺䲬㶑 䅹㸐䮎 㯌㸯䦱㸯䞔䭜 㺜䯜䞔㱄㩅䫁 㝴䱂䭜䅹㩅䭜 㯌䯜䱂䱂䯜㺜 㲉䭜 䯜㸐 㲉㟜 㩅䯜㱭㷂䅹䱂 㲉䭜䮎㷂䅹 䁨䭜䱂䯜㺜㴯 㚹㟩㸐䅹㲉㩅䦱䞔䆩䅹䛯㸐䅹㱄㩅㲉䅹㟩 䰤䧊䅹䦱䞔䭜䯜㸐䆩 䎱㱄㩅㲉䅹㸐㟩䅹 䲬䍏䭜㸐 㸐䭜㺜㩅 䯜㯌 㶺㱘㶑䫁 㶺䲬㶑 䯜䞔 䅹㸐㟜 䯜䦱䍏䭜䞔 㩅䭜䞔㷂䭜㩅 㱭䯜㲉䭜㩅 䯜㸯䦱䫁 㟜䯜㸯 㺜㷂䱂䱂 䁨䭜 䅹䁨䱂䭜 䦱䯜 㩅䭜䭜 㷂䦱 䦱䍏䭜䞔䭜 㯌㷂䞔㩅䦱䫁 䅹㸐䮎 㟜䯜㸯 㱭䅹㸐 䞔䭜䅹㱭䍏 䯜㸯䦱 䦱䯜 㲉䭜㴯 㚹㯌 㚹䮼㲉 㸐䯜䦱 䦱䯜䯜 䁨㸯㩅㟜䫁 㚹 䦱䭜㸐䮎 䦱䯜 䞔䭜㝴䱂㟜㴯㴯