Novel Bin
Chapter 320: 320: Storm Dragon vs. Golden Dragon
Chapter 320: 320: Storm Dragon vs. Golden Dragon
The Storm Dragon race was renowned for its extreme speed, outpacing even some High-level Dragons.
In solo combat, a Storm Dragon had both offensive and defensive advantages, making it naturally stronger than most lower-tier dragon species.
Although dragon society was rigidly hierarchical, the Storm Dragons were one of the few that dared to defy the High-level Dragons—and could actually win.
Watching from the sidelines, Blank's expression was cold.
"If he burns out his mount, he should just get lost."
Demon Emperor sighed. "Agreed."
Slaughter Spree's acquisition of the Storm Dragon had been a stroke of luck. Unlike other players who raised their dragons from eggs, he had encountered an injured adult Storm Dragon and nursed it back to health.
Thanks to his Dragon Knight candidate status, the beast acknowledged him as its rider.
Now, he was testing his luck against Bibienne, the Golden Dragon Knight.
Bibienne sneered. "I admire your courage, but you will die by my hand."
His crimson dragon lance trembled, unleashing a storm of energy.
Then came the system notification:
"Slaughter Spree's power level is significantly lower. Bibienne has granted him arena customization rights, mount usage, and the ability to select a 2v2 duel mode."
A brief silence followed.
Then—
Laughter erupted across the entire city.
"Damn, even after getting a Storm Dragon, he's still being looked down on? Guess he's trash without his mount."
"Storm Dragon Knights are cool and all, but please, for the love of god, hurry up and die."
Even members of Slaughter Guild were pretending not to know him.
Slaughter Spree's face twitched.
"A Golden Dragon Knight, huh? Well, I'm about to be the first person to peel off some golden dragon scales!"
As he cursed, he glanced toward Demon Emperor.
Demon Emperor chuckled. "Just do your best."
Slaughter Spree's expression darkened. He had no choice but to swallow his frustration.
This was never meant to be a fair fight.
A level 40 Dragon Knight going up against a Saint Lord-Class Golden Dragon Knight? Even with perfect execution, he had zero chance of winning.
His real purpose was to test the dungeon mechanics—to pave the way for Demon Emperor and Blank.
He adjusted his settings:
"Arena Setting: Large River Valley"
"Mounts Allowed"
"No Assistants"
"Ten seconds until battle begins."
The sky over Pondenorlin City warped, forming a shimmering mirage—a vast river valley battlefield.
ShatteredCrown smirked. "He may act like an idiot, but he picked a battlefield that gives the Storm Dragon a serious advantage."
Empress of the Moon agreed. "He can't win outright, but let's see how much damage he can deal before he goes down."
The river valley stretched over ten kilometers in width and length, with massive, interconnected cave systems built into its cliffs.
For a Storm Dragon, it was the perfect hit-and-run environment.
"DIE!"
Bibienne wasted no time. His Golden Dragon roared, wings blasting apart the air as it surged forward like a golden meteor.
Bibienne's blazing golden hair crackled with energy as hundreds of golden lances exploded from his spear, slicing through the sky in a wide AoE assault!
"WHAT THE—"
Slaughter Spree's scalp went numb.
BOOM!
The golden lances cleaved through the valley, carving off entire sections of cliffside.
The attack covered hundreds of meters—pure destruction.
"F**K!"
Slaughter Spree instinctively pulled back, having the Storm Dragon retreat at full speed to minimize the number of projectiles striking them.
Then—
The Storm Dragon let out an earth-shaking roar, summoning a massive cyclone above its head.
Thousands of wind blades rained down.
CRASH!
Golden energy clashed with the storm, neutralizing most of the attack.
However—
A single golden lance pierced the Storm Dragon's side, leaving a gleaming golden scar on its scales.
Then came the debuff notification.
"Gravity Stacks applied! Movement speed reduced! If the effect reaches 10 stacks, the affected unit will be immobilized for 10 seconds!"
Slaughter Spree's eyes narrowed. "Sh*t! His attacks inflict a stacking gravity debuff!"
Demon Emperor's voice came through the guild chat. "Got it. Keep testing."
Suddenly—
The storm vanished.
And so did Slaughter Spree and the Storm Dragon.
ShatteredCrown frowned. "Where the hell did they go?"
Bibienne narrowed his eyes, scanning the cave networks carved into the cliffs.
Then—
"Surprise, b*tch!"
BOOM!
The Storm Dragon exploded out of a hidden tunnel, launching a full-force Dragon Breath attack!
Caught off guard, Bibienne barely had time to react.
He raised his spear to block, but—
Slaughter Spree was already on him.
A perfectly timed lunge—
Punctured through his guard!
CRITICAL HIT!
-100,000!
-100,000!
-100,000!
The Storm Dragon's breath struck point-blank, carving half a million HP off Bibienne!
ShatteredCrown gaped. "Sh*t, this guy actually has skills."
Before Bibienne could retaliate, Slaughter Spree leapt off the Golden Dragon's back—
Just before impact with the river below, the Storm Dragon swooped in and caught him.
Then—
They vanished back into the caves.
The entire crowd was stunned.
Most people grossly underestimated Slaughter Spree, assuming he was nothing more than Demon Emperor's sidekick.
But this?
This was expert-level Dragon Knight piloting.
Flying through narrow cave tunnels at full speed? That took insane precision.
ShatteredCrown muttered, "If this guy actually wins… this NPC is total garbage."
But—
Bibienne suddenly sneered.
"You dare challenge me beneath the majesty of a Golden Dragon?"
Slaughter Spree grinned. "What are you gonna do about it?"
Then—
The Golden Dragon glowed.
An overwhelming golden radiance erupted, illuminating the entire valley like a second sun.
The Dragon Breath attack from the Storm Dragon hit dead-on—
And did absolutely nothing.
Slaughter Spree's smile froze.
Then—
His body floated into the air, completely immobilized.
Drunken Dream's eyes widened. "That's an enhanced Body Domination effect. It even applies an AoE levitation debuff!"
-1.
-1.
-1.
Slaughter Spree's face went pale.
All that effort, and he only dealt one point of damage per second?!
Bibienne chuckled.
Then he casually stabbed his crimson dragon lance forward.
FATAL STRIKE!
-100,000!
Slaughter Spree's armor shattered—
And he was instantly killed.
Bibienne lifted the corpse with his spear.
"I am the Lord of Pondenorlin City."
His voice boomed across the battlefield.
"If any of you think otherwise—
Come and face me."
The Golden Dragon Knight soared through the air, letting everyone see Slaughter Spree's lifeless body.
It was an unmistakable message: Challenge me and you will die.
The crowd fell silent.
"How the hell do we fight that? He's literally invincible in 1v1 combat."
"This whole thing is impossible. What a waste of time."
Blank suddenly spoke up. "I think he can be beaten."
Demon Emperor's gaze sharpened. "You noticed it too?"
She nodded. "His HP recovery rate is abnormally slow."
Slaughter Spree smirked as he revived.
The illusion faded.
Bibienne's HP was still down to 96%.
Then—
A realization spread through the crowd.
"Wait. His HP doesn't reset after each battle?"
Demon Emperor grinned. "Let's confirm it."
Another player from Slaughter Guild stepped forward and issued a challenge.
They lasted barely 30 seconds—
But Bibienne's HP did not reset.
A new idea took root.
This boss could be worn down.
㣥䤕䪓 㤉䣲䌮 㤉䤕㠈㳠㤉㝸䌮䪓 㠈䲂䨳㪘䌮䪓㺶䯳 㺶䌮䢛㰡䪓㝸㦊㴙 䨳 㦊䤕㞜䲂䌮 㤉㝸㤉䲂䌮 㞜㪘 䢛䤕㠏㠈䲂䌮㤉㝸㦊㴙 㤉䣲䌮 㸸㰡䌮㺶㤉 㞜䌮䢛䨳㠏䌮 㤉䣲䌮 㠈䪓㝸䤕䪓㝸㤉㪘䝚 䭯㭗䌮㦊 㤉䣲䤕㰡㴙䣲 䢛䣲䨳䲂䲂䌮㦊㴙㝸㦊㴙 䅓㝸㞜㝸䌮㦊㦊䌮 㠏䌮䨳㦊㤉 䨳 䣲㝸㴙䣲 䢛䣲䨳㦊䢛䌮 䤕㧲 㞜䌮䢛䤕㠏㝸㦊㴙 䢛䨳㦊㦊䤕㦊 㧲䤕㱣㱣䌮䪓䯳 㝸㤉 㫎䨳㺶 䢛䲂䌮䨳䪓 㤉䣲䨳㤉 㝸㦊 㤉䣲䌮 䲂䨳㤉䌮䪓 㺶㤉䨳㴙䌮㺶䯳 㴙㰡㝸䲂㱣㺶 䌮㪘䌮㝸㦊㴙 㔼䤕㦊㱣䌮㦊䤕䪓䲂㝸㦊 㾔㝸㤉㪘 㫎䤕㰡䲂㱣 㞜䌮 㫎㝸䲂䲂㝸㦊㴙 㤉䤕 㺶㠈䌮㦊㱣 䨳 㧲䤕䪓㤉㰡㦊䌮 䣲㝸䪓㝸㦊㴙 㠈䲂䨳㪘䌮䪓㺶 㤉䤕 㴙䪓㝸㦊㱣 㱣䤕㫎㦊 㤉䣲䌮 㞜䤕㺶㺶'㺶 䣲䌮䨳䲂㤉䣲䝚
"䯧䌮㠏䤕㦊 䭯㠏㠈䌮䪓䤕䪓 㝸㺶 㰡㺶㝸㦊㴙 䨳 㫎䤕䪓䲂㱣 㺶䣲䤕㰡㤉 㤉䤕 䪓䨳䲂䲂㪘 㠈䲂䨳㪘䌮䪓㺶 䨳㴙䨳㝸㦊㺶㤉 䅓㝸㞜㝸䌮㦊㦊䌮䝚 䯧䤕䌮㺶 䣲䌮 㺶䌮䪓㝸䤕㰡㺶䲂㪘 㤉䣲㝸㦊㻧 䣲䌮 䢛䨳㦊 㺶㤉䌮䨳䲂 㤉䣲䌮 㻧㝸䲂䲂䣣"
"䢌㧲 䨳㦊䤕㤉䣲䌮䪓 㠈䲂䨳㪘䌮䪓 㤉䨳㻧䌮㺶 㝸㤉 㱣䤕㫎㦊䯳 䢛䣲䨳䲂䲂䌮㦊㴙㝸㦊㴙 㤉䣲䌮 㠈䲂䨳㪘䌮䪓 䲂䤕䪓㱣 䨳㧲㤉䌮䪓㫎䨳䪓㱣 㫎㝸䲂䲂 㞜䌮 㠏㰡䢛䣲 䌮䨳㺶㝸䌮䪓䝚"
㾥䣲䌮 㠏䌮㠏㞜䌮䪓㺶 䤕㧲 䩑䤕㱣㺶䲂䨳㪘䌮䪓 䢛䣲䤕㺶䌮 㤉䤕 㺶㝸㤉 㞜䨳䢛㻧 䨳㦊㱣 㫎䨳㤉䢛䣲䯳 䲂䌮㤉㤉㝸㦊㴙 㤉䣲䌮 䤕㤉䣲䌮䪓 㠈䲂䨳㪘䌮䪓㺶 㺶㤉䪓㰡㴙㴙䲂䌮䝚 㾥䣲䌮㪘 䣲䨳㱣 㦊䤕 㝸㦊㤉䌮㦊㤉㝸䤕㦊 䤕㧲 䲂䌮㤉㤉㝸㦊㴙 㤉䣲䌮㝸䪓 㠈䪓㝸䳦䌮 㺶䲂㝸㠈 䨳㫎䨳㪘䝚
䯧䤕䳦䌮㦊㺶 䤕㧲 㠏䨳㴙㝸䢛 㫎䨳䪓㺶䣲㝸㠈㺶 㺶㰡䪓㴙䌮㱣 㤉䤕㫎䨳䪓㱣 㔼䤕㦊㱣䌮㦊䤕䪓䲂㝸㦊䝚 䰥㝸㤉䣲䤕㰡㤉 䣲䌮㺶㝸㤉䨳㤉㝸䤕㦊䯳 䋠䨳㱣㠏䨳㦊 㰡㦊䲂䌮䨳㺶䣲䌮㱣 䵬䠅䌮䲂䲂㧲㝸䪓䌮 䅓㰡䪓㦊䭓䝚
"䠅䤕䲂㪘 㺶䣲㝸㤉䯳 㤉䣲䨳㤉'㺶 䨳 㣥䤕䪓㞜㝸㱣㱣䌮㦊 㾔㰡䪓㺶䌮䣣㒛 㒐䤕 㫎䨳㪘㒛"
㮢 㠏䨳㺶㺶㝸㭗䌮 㠏㰡㺶䣲䪓䤕䤕㠏 䢛䲂䤕㰡㱣 䪓䤕㺶䌮 䤕㭗䌮䪓 㤉䣲䌮 䣲䤕䪓㝸䳦䤕㦊䝚
㾥䣲䌮 䌮㦊㤉㝸䪓䌮 䢛㝸㤉㪘 䤕㧲 㔼䤕㦊㱣䌮㦊䤕䪓䲂㝸㦊 㤉䪓䌮㠏㞜䲂䌮㱣 䨳㺶 㝸㧲 㤉䣲䌮 䨳㠈䤕䢛䨳䲂㪘㠈㺶䌮 䣲䨳㱣 䨳䪓䪓㝸㭗䌮㱣䝚
㾥䣲䌮 㴙㰡㝸䲂㱣 䲂䌮䨳㱣䌮䪓㺶䯳 㝸㦊䢛䲂㰡㱣㝸㦊㴙 䯧䌮㠏䤕㦊 䭯㠏㠈䌮䪓䤕䪓䯳 㧲䌮䲂㤉 䨳 䢛䣲㝸䲂䲂 㱣䤕㫎㦊 㤉䣲䌮㝸䪓 㺶㠈㝸㦊䌮㺶䝚 㮢㦊㪘 䣲㝸㱣㱣䌮㦊 㺶䢛䣲䌮㠏䌮㺶 㺶䌮䌮㠏䌮㱣 㰡㤉㤉䌮䪓䲂㪘 䪓㝸㱣㝸䢛㰡䲂䤕㰡㺶 㝸㦊 㤉䣲䌮 㧲䨳䢛䌮 䤕㧲 㺶㰡䢛䣲 䤕㭗䌮䪓㫎䣲䌮䲂㠏㝸㦊㴙 㧲䤕䪓䢛䌮䝚
䅓㰡㤉 㤉䣲䌮 㤉䌮㠏㠈㤉䨳㤉㝸䤕㦊 䤕㧲 䪓㰡䲂㝸㦊㴙 䨳 㠏䨳㕊䤕䪓 䢛㝸㤉㪘 㫎䨳㺶 㤉䤕䤕 㴙䪓䌮䨳㤉䝚 㾥䣲䌮㪘 䣲䨳㱣 㦊䤕 䢛䣲䤕㝸䢛䌮 㞜㰡㤉 㤉䤕 㧲䌮㝸㴙㦊 㝸㴙㦊䤕䪓䨳㦊䢛䌮 䨳㦊㱣 㠈㰡㺶䣲 㧲䤕䪓㫎䨳䪓㱣 㫎㝸㤉䣲 㤉䣲䌮㝸䪓 㠈䲂䨳㦊—䪓㝸㴙䣲㤉 㰡㦊㱣䌮䪓 䩑䤕㱣㺶䲂䨳㪘䌮䪓'㺶 㦊䤕㺶䌮䝚
㾥䣲䌮 䲂䨳㪘䤕㰡㤉 㫎䨳㺶 㰡㦊䌮㑡㠈䌮䢛㤉䌮㱣䲂㪘 㝸㦊㤉䪓㝸䢛䨳㤉䌮䯳 䨳 㠏䨳䳦䌮 䤕㧲 㤉㫎㝸㺶㤉㝸㦊㴙 㤉㰡㦊㦊䌮䲂㺶 㤉䣲䨳㤉 㺶㤉䪓䌮㤉䢛䣲䌮㱣 䌮㦊㱣䲂䌮㺶㺶䲂㪘䝚
䭯㭗䌮㦊 䨳㧲㤉䌮䪓 䪓㰡㦊㦊㝸㦊㴙 㤉䣲䪓䤕㰡㴙䣲 㤉䣲䌮 㱣㝸㠏䲂㪘 䲂㝸㤉 㠈䨳㺶㺶䨳㴙䌮㫎䨳㪘㺶 㧲䤕䪓 䤕㭗䌮䪓 㤉䌮㦊 㠏㝸㦊㰡㤉䌮㺶䯳 㤉䣲䌮䪓䌮 㫎䨳㺶 㺶㤉㝸䲂䲂 㦊䤕 㺶㝸㴙㦊 䤕㧲 㤉䣲䌮 㺶䤕㳠䢛䨳䲂䲂䌮㱣 㤉䪓䌮䨳㺶㰡䪓㪘䝚
"䰥䣲䨳㤉 㤉䣲䌮 䣲䌮䲂䲂䣣 㣥䌮䌮䲂㺶 䲂㝸㻧䌮 䢌'㭗䌮 䨳䲂䪓䌮䨳㱣㪘 䲂䌮㧲㤉 㔼䤕㦊㱣䌮㦊䤕䪓䲂㝸㦊 㾔㝸㤉㪘'㺶 㞜䤕䪓㱣䌮䪓㺶…"
㮢㦊䤕㤉䣲䌮䪓 䣲䨳䲂㧲㳠䣲䤕㰡䪓 㠈䨳㺶㺶䌮㱣 㞜䌮㧲䤕䪓䌮 䣲䌮 㺶㤉䤕㠈㠈䌮㱣䝚 䠅㝸㺶 㠏䨳㠈 㺶䣲䤕㫎䌮㱣 䣲䌮 䣲䨳㱣 㰡㦊㻧㦊䤕㫎㝸㦊㴙䲂㪘 㤉䪓䨳㭗䌮䲂䌮㱣 䨳䲂䲂 㤉䣲䌮 㫎䨳㪘 㤉䤕 㤉䣲䌮 㞜䤕䪓㱣䌮䪓 㞜䌮㤉㫎䌮䌮㦊 㔼䤕㦊㱣䌮㦊䤕䪓䲂㝸㦊 㾔㝸㤉㪘 䨳㦊㱣 㔼㰡䪓㠈䲂䌮 㾥䣲㰡㦊㱣䌮䪓 㣥䤕䪓㤉䪓䌮㺶㺶䝚
䪙㰡㠈㠈䪓䌮㺶㺶㝸㦊㴙 䣲㝸㺶 㧲䪓㰡㺶㤉䪓䨳㤉㝸䤕㦊䯳 䣲䌮 㠈㰡㺶䣲䌮㱣 䤕㦊㫎䨳䪓㱣䝚
㴳㰡㺶㤉 䨳㺶 䣲䌮 㫎䨳㺶 䨳㞜䤕㰡㤉 㤉䤕 䲂䤕㺶䌮 㠈䨳㤉㝸䌮㦊䢛䌮䯳 㤉䣲䌮 㤉㰡㦊㦊䌮䲂 㺶㰡㱣㱣䌮㦊䲂㪘 䤕㠈䌮㦊䌮㱣 㰡㠈 㝸㦊㤉䤕 䨳 㺶㠈䨳䢛㝸䤕㰡㺶䯳 㱣䨳䪓㻧 䢛䣲䨳㠏㞜䌮䪓䝚
"䰥䨳㝸㤉… 㤉䣲㝸㺶 㝸㺶 䨳 㞜䲂䨳䢛㻧㺶㠏㝸㤉䣲'㺶 㧲䤕䪓㴙䌮䣣"
䠅䌮 㺶㤉䤕䤕㱣 㧲䪓䤕䳦䌮㦊 㝸㦊 㱣㝸㺶㞜䌮䲂㝸䌮㧲䝚
㾥䣲䌮㦊 䣲䌮 㦊䤕㤉㝸䢛䌮㱣 㺶䤕㠏䌮㤉䣲㝸㦊㴙䝚
㮢 㧲䨳㝸㦊㤉 㤉䪓䨳㝸䲂 䤕㧲 㱣䪓㝸䌮㱣 㞜䲂䤕䤕㱣 䤕㦊 㤉䣲䌮 㴙䪓䤕㰡㦊㱣䝚
䠅㝸㺶 䌮㪘䌮㞜䪓䤕㫎㺶 㧲㰡䪓䪓䤕㫎䌮㱣䯳 㦊䤕㤉 䤕㰡㤉 䤕㧲 㧲䌮䨳䪓䯳 㞜㰡㤉 䢛㰡䪓㝸䤕㺶㝸㤉㪘䝚
㮢 㞜䲂䨳䢛㻧㺶㠏㝸㤉䣲'㺶 㧲䤕䪓㴙䌮 䣲㝸㱣㱣䌮㦊 㝸㦊㺶㝸㱣䌮 㾔䨳㝸㦊'㺶 㤉䪓䌮䨳㺶㰡䪓㪘… 䨳㦊㱣 䨳 㱣䌮䨳㱣 㞜䤕㱣㪘 䪓㝸㴙䣲㤉 㦊䌮㑡㤉 㤉䤕 㝸㤉䣣 䪙䤕㠏䌮㤉䣲㝸㦊㴙 㫎䨳㺶㦊'㤉 䨳㱣㱣㝸㦊㴙 㰡㠈䝚
䢌㦊㺶㠈䌮䢛㤉㝸㦊㴙 㤉䣲䌮 䢛䤕䪓㠈㺶䌮'㺶 㱣䌮㤉䨳㝸䲂㺶䯳 㹺䪓㺶䤕㦊 㝸㱣䌮㦊㤉㝸㧲㝸䌮㱣 㤉䣲䌮 㭗㝸䢛㤉㝸㠏䝚
䭯㭗䌮㦊 䨳㠏䤕㦊㴙 㒐㔼㾔㺶䯳 䨳䢛䣲㝸䌮㭗㝸㦊㴙 㤉䣲䌮 䪓䨳㦊㻧 䤕㧲 䋠䨳㺶㤉䌮䪓 䅓䲂䨳䢛㻧㺶㠏㝸㤉䣲 㫎䨳㺶 䌮㑡㤉䪓䌮㠏䌮䲂㪘 䪓䨳䪓䌮䝚 㔼䲂䨳㪘䌮䪓㺶 㫎䤕㰡䲂㱣㦊'㤉 㞜䌮 䨳㞜䲂䌮 㤉䤕 䪓䌮䨳䢛䣲 㤉䣲䨳㤉 䲂䌮㭗䌮䲂 㰡㦊㤉㝸䲂 䨳㤉 䲂䌮䨳㺶㤉 㤉㫎䤕 㪘䌮䨳䪓㺶 㝸㦊㤉䤕 㤉䣲䌮 㴙䨳㠏䌮䝚
䅓㰡㤉 䨳㞜䤕㭗䌮 䋠䨳㺶㤉䌮䪓㳠䲂䌮㭗䌮䲂 㺶㤉䤕䤕㱣 㤉䣲䌮 䩑䪓䨳㦊㱣㠏䨳㺶㤉䌮䪓㺶䯳 㤉䣲䌮 㤉䪓㰡䌮 䲂䌮㴙䌮㦊㱣㺶 䤕㧲 㺶㠏㝸㤉䣲㝸㦊㴙䝚
㮢㦊㱣 㤉䣲䌮 㺶䤕䲂䌮 䪓䌮㸸㰡㝸䪓䌮㠏䌮㦊㤉 㤉䤕 㞜䌮䢛䤕㠏䌮 䨳 䩑䪓䨳㦊㱣㠏䨳㺶㤉䌮䪓䣣 㾥䣲䌮 䨳㞜㝸䲂㝸㤉㪘 㤉䤕 㧲䤕䪓㴙䌮 㣥䤕䪓㞜㝸㱣㱣䌮㦊 䋠䨳㴙㝸䢛㳠㤉㝸䌮䪓 䌮㸸㰡㝸㠈㠏䌮㦊㤉䝚
䅓䌮䣲㝸㦊㱣 䰥㝸䲂䲂㪘'㺶 䢛䤕䪓㠈㺶䌮䯳 䨳 㠏䨳㺶㺶㝸㭗䌮 㺶㫎䤕䪓㱣 㺶䢛䨳䪓 䣲䨳㱣 㦊䌮䨳䪓䲂㪘 㺶㠈䲂㝸㤉 㤉䣲䌮 䌮㦊㤉㝸䪓䌮 䢛䣲䨳㠏㞜䌮䪓 㝸㦊 㤉㫎䤕䝚
㾔䲂䌮䨳䪓䲂㪘䯳 㤉䣲㝸㺶 㺶㝸㦊㴙䲂䌮 㺶㤉䪓㝸㻧䌮 䣲䨳㱣 䌮㦊㱣䌮㱣 㤉䣲䌮 䩑䪓䨳㦊㱣㠏䨳㺶㤉䌮䪓 䅓䲂䨳䢛㻧㺶㠏㝸㤉䣲'㺶 䲂㝸㧲䌮䝚
㹺䪓㺶䤕㦊 㻧㦊䌮䲂㤉 䨳㦊㱣 䪓䌮䨳䢛䣲䌮㱣 㝸㦊䝚
䵬䈒䤕㰡 䣲䨳㭗䌮 䤕㞜㤉䨳㝸㦊䌮㱣䳏 㮢䪓㠏䤕䪓 㣥䪓䨳㴙㠏䌮㦊㤉䭓
䵬䢌㤉䌮㠏 䯧䌮㺶䢛䪓㝸㠈㤉㝸䤕㦊䳏 㣥䪓䨳㴙㠏䌮㦊㤉㺶 䤕㧲 㤉䣲䌮 㱣㝸㭗㝸㦊䌮 㠏䨳㤉䌮䪓㝸䨳䲂 㮢䪓䢛䣲䨳㝸䢛 䪙㤉䨳䪓 䢌䪓䤕㦊䝚䭓
䵬䢌㤉䌮㠏 䯧䌮㺶䢛䪓㝸㠈㤉㝸䤕㦊䳏 㮢 㧲䨳㝸䲂䌮㱣 㧲䤕䪓㴙㝸㦊㴙 䨳㤉㤉䌮㠏㠈㤉䝚䭓
㾥䣲䌮㺶䌮 㺶㤉䨳䪓㳠䲂㝸㻧䌮 㧲䪓䨳㴙㠏䌮㦊㤉㺶 㫎䌮䪓䌮 䌮㑡䨳䢛㤉䲂㪘 㤉䣲䌮 㴙䤕㱣㳠㤉㝸䌮䪓 㠏䨳㤉䌮䪓㝸䨳䲂㺶 䣲䌮 䣲䨳㱣 㞜䌮䌮㦊 㺶䌮䨳䪓䢛䣲㝸㦊㴙 㧲䤕䪓䝚
䢌㦊 㤉䣲䨳㤉 㝸㦊㺶㤉䨳㦊㤉䯳 䣲䌮 㰡㦊㱣䌮䪓㺶㤉䤕䤕㱣 㤉䣲䌮 㤉䪓㰡㤉䣲䝚
䅓㰡㤉 㺶䤕㠏䌮㤉䣲㝸㦊㴙 䣲䨳㱣 㴙䤕㦊䌮 㫎䪓䤕㦊㴙 㱣㰡䪓㝸㦊㴙 㤉䣲䌮 㧲䤕䪓㴙㝸㦊㴙 㠈䪓䤕䢛䌮㺶㺶䝚
㾥䣲䌮 䌮㸸㰡㝸㠈㠏䌮㦊㤉 㧲䨳㝸䲂䌮㱣䯳 㾔䨳㝸㦊 㧲䲂䌮㫎 㝸㦊㤉䤕 䨳 䪓䨳㴙䌮䯳 䨳㦊㱣 䌮㑡䌮䢛㰡㤉䌮㱣 䰥㝸䲂䲂㪘 䤕㦊 㤉䣲䌮 㺶㠈䤕㤉䝚
䭯㭗䌮㦊㤉㰡䨳䲂䲂㪘䯳 䤕㦊 䨳 㫎䤕䪓㻧㞜䌮㦊䢛䣲䯳 䣲䌮 㧲䤕㰡㦊㱣 㤉㫎䤕 䨳㦊䢛㝸䌮㦊㤉 䌮㸸㰡㝸㠈㠏䌮㦊㤉 㞜䲂㰡䌮㠈䪓㝸㦊㤉㺶䝚
㾥䣲䌮 㠈䨳䪓䢛䣲㠏䌮㦊㤉㺶 㫎䌮䪓䌮 㺶㤉䨳㝸㦊䌮㱣 㫎㝸㤉䣲 㞜䲂䤕䤕㱣 䨳㦊㱣 㴙䪓㝸㠏䌮䯳 㫎㝸㤉䣲 㦊䌮䨳䪓䲂㪘 䣲䨳䲂㧲 䤕㧲 㤉䣲䌮㝸䪓 㱣䌮㤉䨳㝸䲂㺶 㠏㝸㺶㺶㝸㦊㴙—䲂㝸㻧䌮䲂㪘 㤉䣲䌮 䪓䌮䨳㺶䤕㦊 㧲䤕䪓 㤉䣲䌮 㧲䨳㝸䲂䌮㱣 䨳㤉㤉䌮㠏㠈㤉䝚
䵬䢌㦊䢛䤕㠏㠈䲂䌮㤉䌮 㖯䌮㭗䌮䲂 䴽㸛 䭯㸸㰡㝸㠈㠏䌮㦊㤉 䅓䲂㰡䌮㠈䪓㝸㦊㤉 䢌 㳠 㣥䤕䪓㞜㝸㱣㱣䌮㦊 䋠䨳㴙㝸䢛㳠㤉㝸䌮䪓 · 䪙㰡㠈䪓䌮㠏䌮 䪙䌮䪓㝸䌮㺶 · 㮢䪓䢛䣲䨳㝸䢛 㮢䪓䢛䨳㦊䌮 䅓䲂䨳㱣䌮䭓
䵬䢌㦊䢛䤕㠏㠈䲂䌮㤉䌮 㖯䌮㭗䌮䲂 䴽㸛 䭯㸸㰡㝸㠈㠏䌮㦊㤉 䅓䲂㰡䌮㠈䪓㝸㦊㤉 䢌䢌 㳠 㣥䤕䪓㞜㝸㱣㱣䌮㦊 䋠䨳㴙㝸䢛㳠㤉㝸䌮䪓 · 䯧㝸㭗㝸㦊䌮 䋠㝸㴙䣲㤉 䪙䌮䪓㝸䌮㺶 · 㮢䪓䢛䣲䨳㝸䢛 䯧䌮㠏䤕㦊 䅓䲂䨳㱣䌮䭓
㾥䣲䌮 䪙㰡㠈䪓䌮㠏䌮 䪙䌮䪓㝸䌮㺶 㫎䨳㺶 㱣䌮㺶㝸㴙㦊䌮㱣 㧲䤕䪓 䋠䨳㴙䌮㺶䯳 㪘䌮㤉 㝸㤉㺶 㠏䨳㝸㦊 㫎䌮䨳㠈䤕㦊 㫎䨳㺶 䨳 㺶㫎䤕䪓㱣 䪓䨳㤉䣲䌮䪓 㤉䣲䨳㦊 䨳 㤉䪓䨳㱣㝸㤉㝸䤕㦊䨳䲂 㺶㤉䨳㧲㧲䝚
㾥䣲䌮 䯧㝸㭗㝸㦊䌮 䋠㝸㴙䣲㤉 䪙䌮䪓㝸䌮㺶 㫎䨳㺶 䌮㑡䢛䲂㰡㺶㝸㭗䌮 㤉䤕 䋠䨳㴙㝸䢛 䪙㫎䤕䪓㱣㺶㠏䌮㦊䯳 㝸㤉㺶 㫎䌮䨳㠈䤕㦊 䲂䤕㦊㴙 䨳㦊㱣 㠏䨳㺶㺶㝸㭗䌮䯳 㞜䌮䨳䪓㝸㦊㴙 䨳 㺶㤉䪓㝸㻧㝸㦊㴙 䪓䌮㺶䌮㠏㞜䲂䨳㦊䢛䌮 㤉䤕 㤉䣲䌮 䩑䤕㱣㳠䭯㠏㠈䌮䪓䤕䪓'㺶 䅓䲂䨳㱣䌮䝚
䭯䨳䢛䣲 䤕㦊䌮 㤉䣲䨳㤉 䨳㠈㠈䌮䨳䪓䌮㱣 䨳㤉 䨳㦊 䨳㰡䢛㤉㝸䤕㦊 㫎䨳㺶 㺶䤕䲂㱣 㧲䤕䪓 䨳㺶㤉䪓䤕㦊䤕㠏㝸䢛䨳䲂 㠈䪓㝸䢛䌮㺶䝚
䈒䌮㤉䯳 㹺䪓㺶䤕㦊 䣲䨳㱣 㕊㰡㺶㤉 㧲䤕㰡㦊㱣 㤉㫎䤕䝚
㹺䪓㺶䤕㦊 䣲䌮㺶㝸㤉䨳㤉䌮㱣 㧲䤕䪓 䨳 㠏䤕㠏䌮㦊㤉䯳 㤉䣲䌮㦊 䌮㑡䨳㠏㝸㦊䌮㱣 㤉䣲䌮 䪙㰡㠈䪓䌮㠏䌮 䪙䌮䪓㝸䌮㺶 㱣䌮㺶䢛䪓㝸㠈㤉㝸䤕㦊䝚
䵬㾥䪓䨳㝸㤉䳏 䠅㝸㴙䣲 䅓㰡䪓㺶㤉 䯧䨳㠏䨳㴙䌮䯳 䋠䨳㑡㝸㠏㰡㠏 㹺㰡㤉㠈㰡㤉䯳 䢌㦊䢛䪓䌮䨳㺶䌮㱣 㾔䪓㝸㤉㝸䢛䨳䲂 㞤䨳㤉䌮䝚䭓
㹺䪓㺶䤕㦊'㺶 䌮㪘䌮㺶 㦊䨳䪓䪓䤕㫎䌮㱣䝚
㮢䪓䢛䨳㦊䌮 䅓䲂䨳㱣䌮㺶㠏䨳㦊䣣
䠅䌮 䪓䌮䢛䨳䲂䲂䌮㱣 㤉䣲䌮 㹺䲂㱣 䰥䨳䪓 䪙䨳㝸㦊㤉'㺶 㫎䤕䪓㱣㺶—㤉䣲䨳㤉 䩑䨳䌮㱣䨳㺶䣲㝸䪓䨳㠏䯳 㤉䣲䌮 䩑䤕㱣㳠䭯㠏㠈䌮䪓䤕䪓䯳 䣲䨳㱣 㠏䨳㺶㤉䌮䪓䌮㱣 㞜䤕㤉䣲 㠏䨳㴙㝸䢛 䨳㦊㱣 㤉䣲䌮 㺶㫎䤕䪓㱣䝚
㾥䣲㝸㺶 㫎䨳㺶 㠈䪓䤕䤕㧲䝚
䵬㣥䤕䪓㴙䌮 㺶㰡䢛䢛䌮㺶㺶 䪓䨳㤉䌮䳏 䅓䌮䲂䤕㫎 㤪㢦 㤾䋠䨳㺶㤉䌮䪓 䅓䲂䨳䢛㻧㺶㠏㝸㤉䣲㿈䝚䭓
"…㤪㢦䣣 㾥䣲䨳㤉'㺶 㝸㦊㺶䨳㦊䌮䝚"
䅓㰡㤉 㹺䪓㺶䤕㦊 䣲䨳㱣 䤕㦊䌮 䨳㱣㭗䨳㦊㤉䨳㴙䌮—䠅䌮䨳㭗䌮㦊䲂㪘 䪙㠈㝸䪓㝸㤉'㺶 㞤㝸㴙䣲㤉 䭯㪘䌮䝚
㮢㺶 䣲㝸㺶 䪓㝸㴙䣲㤉 䌮㪘䌮 㴙䲂䤕㫎䌮㱣䯳 䨳 䣲㝸㱣㱣䌮㦊 㸸㰡䌮㺶㤉 㦊䤕㤉㝸㧲㝸䢛䨳㤉㝸䤕㦊 䨳㠈㠈䌮䨳䪓䌮㱣䳏
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