Novel Bin
Chapter 340: Arrival & Beginning
Chapter 340: Arrival & Beginning
Almond's consciousness returned, and immediately, a massive landscape surrounded him with tens of thousands of people at war and three suns burning brightly above.
But it vanished after a moment as he saw the painting in his mindscape.
It had only been a day, so obviously, there wasn't any progress.
He opened his eyes and found himself in the familiar small room.
"Phew, I have enough for one trip in the Temporal Chamber facility."
Almond immediately left as he arrived in the Central Lobby and went to the Temporal Chamber's door.
It was time to complete the project Spirit Lords.
But just as he arrived on his island, his Spirit Kodoku within his Spirit Animation source space glowed.
The newest spirit wraith was ready, a result of 26 Immortal King Griminions, 3 Immortal-rank Powerhouses, and 1 heroic spirit—Ruined Lord Kizalor of Meltizaar.
"Perfect, I'll start with this one," Almond's eyes glinted. "It's going to rain terror on others with me."
"Alfred and others will have to wait."
Almond paid Academy Points and started right away.
His aim was to create a systematic ability to process brand new species with growth potential and some specific racial abilities into existence—Spirit Lords.
…
On Earth, Admiral Rudra and everyone else were transporting resources at the Joint Global Research Center, where Aarav and James developed products.
In the vast open hall 300 meters above, the resources were being placed neatly in different sections.
At the end of this vast hall, people were gathered. All old monsters, all top 10 guild leaders with vice-leaders, other heads of top organizations, and Grim Breakers. Aside from them, there were other people who brought some of their members.
These forces brought resources and other things from their coffers, while the GAA brought out things from other guilds and smaller forces themselves.
There was some discord regarding this, but Admiral Rudra and other top leaders who knew about their current grave and important situation made sure nothing was held back.
In total, roughly two hundred people gathered there, sitting at different tables.
"The clock just hit ten. Where is that brat?" A man wearing red-glassed specs said with a bit of annoyance, his eyes on a couldron-type artifact encased in a glass at the far end of the hall's other side.
Head of the Pyr Alchemy House—Antonio Dervel. Beside him at the table were the vice president and the number one alchemist of this planet.
Admiral Rudra shot him a glance, but suddenly, a shadow kicked Antonio, and while he was in the air, a darkened wolf claw smashed him into the ground as he spat blood.
His strength drained as darkness glued him to the ground while his mana was suppressed. All four debuffs of Lily's Dreadspire Elements seeped into him as she appeared, her heel on his chest.
"Don't call him brat with that disrespect."
Lily turned to others and spoke with a deadpan expression, "Those who are discontent about this…know that your lives are at stake, and the best chance you have is Almond Crowshade, the strongest adventurer of this planet."
Turning back to Antonio, who was utterly helpless, Lily said coldly, "You are a nobody, but he is like that sun above. To you, he is a god, not a brat."
"Alright, that's enough, Lily."
Admiral Rudra coughed and said.
Lily stepped back and removed all the debuffs from Antonio, but not before overloading his consciousness with her will to knock him out cold.
Silvester, who sat at a table beside Pyr Alchemy House's table, called out, "Hey, Vice-president Humo. Why don't you carry him over?"
"Y-Yes, right away."
Just as the vice-president went and wrapped Antonio in Mana before bringing him back to the table, everyone felt a towering presence suddenly appearing above, pressing every single one of them.
For a brief moment, every single person except for Admiral Rudra and Lily felt reality blurring and their vision flickering as a heaviness settled in their minds.
The guild masters and all top powerhouses, including old monsters, were internally sweated. At that moment, they were helpless, and if Almond were to make moves, they would be like sitting ducks to him.
"It seems that the party is here, eh? Nice."
A chuckle rang as the pressure vanished like it was never there, and they saw Almond at the center of the hall.
For one moment, he was at the center, and in the next, they saw him beside Admiral Rudra as if he had been there from the start.
Admiral Rudra smiled and slapped his shoulder. "Everything is up to you now."
"It's up to all of us," Almond grinned and turned to the tables. "Everyone, you might know the rough gist of why I wanted everything, but I'll tell you clearly now."
"Once we create this facility, everyone will be able to max out their stats through pure hard work."
"The speed of your progress will depend on the intensity of your hard work, and now I don't want to waste any more words with anyone to waste a second more, so I am going to start my part right now."
Turning around, he glanced at the number of Epic-rank and higher resources and artifacts as he said, "Judging by this amount, I'll need roughly two hours before I begin redirecting you about its construction."
"In the meantime," Almond turned to Admiral Rudra. "We will need a good place to build this facility."
"How about Sanctuary?" old monster Zauna suggested.
Almond shook his head. "We need a place on Earth. The Sanctuary will disappear along with the Labyrinth once we clear the Grimworld's Tutorial. We need a place with a high concentration of Mana and Earth's inner structure where the flow of the ley lines' flow is most concentrated."
"We will need our planet's power to run this facility, so we need a place like that."
Almond waved his hand, and a big screen appeared. "I've already scanned the planet, and I know the region, but we need a particular spot to build this, so I'll leave that to you."
His eyes flickered as he touched his wristwatch. "I've sent the map to Admiral Rudra."
After saying that, Almond vanished and arrived at the center of the hall, beginning his scanning session.
"What is he doing, by the way?" Quinn asked, curious.
"He is scanning these resources and artifacts," Lily smiled. "But his scan reveals everything down to the smallest details of their structure and powers."
"Almond has begun his work. Let us begin ours," Admiral Rudra said as he sent the map to everyone. "We will need to scan deep underground in this area. Let's go."
Everyone soon left except for a few people.
…
An hour later, Almond moved to the artifacts.
He walked towards their section and sat down, his eyes glowing as he enveloped the first one—old monster Arjun's Surya Astra Bow- before it disappeared and entered his mindscape.
Aside from the fact that he knew for sure that this Artifact's power would be helpful, he wanted to finish scanning this first to return it because only Arjun could bring out its full power as he had matching Flame and Light elemental variant learned from this bow, as well having Mythical-rank Elemental Mastery in both.
'Let's unveil you,' Almond's miniature soul avatar looked at the bow and entered it.
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㷒㱸㿆䂔 䨢䢾䢾 䨢㱸㿆䔺䮃䚠 㕄䟘䂔䙳 䂔䨢䮃䉸 䟘㐏㮶䂔㧩 㪣㮶㤴䨢䮃 㖁䢾㿆䨢㐏䟘䮃㤴 䨢䢾㿆䮃㤴 㟀䟘㐏㕄 㧩㮶䛼㮶㱸䨢䢾 䨢㱸㐏䟘㖁䨢䥗㐏㧩㦳
'䧡㮶㐏'㧩 㕄㿆㖆㮶 㠀 㧩䔺䥗䥗㮶㮶䚠㦳'
㠀㐏 㟀䨢㧩 㕄䟘㧩 䟘䚠㮶䨢䙳 䨢䮃䚠 䟘㐏 㕄䨢䚠 㮶䍾㖆䨢䮃䚠㮶䚠 㧩䟘䮃䥗㮶 㕄㮶 㖁䟘䮃䟘㧩㕄㮶䚠 㐏㕄㮶 䉦㖆䟘㱸䟘㐏 䧡㿆㱸䚠 㖆㱸㿆䩽㮶䥗㐏 䨢䮃䚠 㤴䢾㮶䨢䮃㮶䚠 䂔㿆㱸㮶 䟘䮃㐏㿆 㐏㕄㮶 䉦㖆䟘㱸䟘㐏 㨔䮃䟘䂔䨢㐏䟘㿆䮃 㖆㿆㟀㮶㱸㦳
㠀䮃 䨢 㪣䨢㧩䟘䥗 㧩㮶䮃㧩㮶䙳 䟘㐏 㧩㕄䨢㖆㮶䚠 䂔㮶䂔㿆㱸䟘㮶㧩 䟘䮃㐏㿆 䂔㮶㐏䨢㖆㕄䉸㧩䟘䥗䨢䢾 㐏㕄䟘䮃㤴㧩㦳
㾐䟘㧩 䉦㖆䟘㱸䟘㐏 㐓㮶䨢䢾㮶㱸 䥗䢾䨢㧩㧩 䥗㿆䔺䢾䚠 䥗㱸㮶䨢㐏㮶 㧩㖆䟘㱸䟘㐏㧩 㿆䔺㐏 㿆㖁 䚠㮶䨢䚠 䢾䟘䛼䟘䮃㤴 㪣㮶䟘䮃㤴㧩 㪣㮶䥗䨢䔺㧩㮶 䉦㖆䟘㱸䟘㐏 㨔䮃䟘䂔䨢㐏䟘㿆䮃 㟀䨢㧩 㮶䨢㧩䟘㮶㧩㐏 㐏㿆 䚠㿆 㿆䮃 䢾䟘䛼䟘䮃㤴 㪣㮶䟘䮃㤴㧩 䢾䟘㯦㮶 㕄䔺䂔䨢䮃㿆䟘䚠㧩 䨢䮃䚠 䂔㿆䮃㧩㐏㮶㱸㧩㦳 䧡䟘䛼䟘䮃㤴 㪣㮶䟘䮃㤴㧩 㕄䨢䛼㮶 㧩㿆䢾䟘䚠 䟘䮃㖁㿆㱸䂔䨢㐏䟘㿆䮃 䨢䮃䚠 䂔㮶䂔㿆㱸䟘㮶㧩䙳 㧩㿆 䉦㖆䟘㱸䟘㐏 㨔䮃䟘䂔䨢㐏䟘㿆䮃 䥗㿆䔺䢾䚠 㪣䟘㱸㐏㕄 䨢 㧩㿆䔺䢾 㖁㱸㿆䂔 㐏㕄㮶 㐏䨢㱸㤴㮶㐏'㧩 㧩㿆䔺䢾㖁䔺䢾䙳 䛼䟘㪣㱸䨢䮃㐏 䂔㮶䂔㿆㱸䟘㮶㧩 㟀䟘㐏㕄 䨢㪣䔺䮃䚠䨢䮃㐏 䟘䮃㖁㿆㱸䂔䨢㐏䟘㿆䮃 䨢㪣㿆䔺㐏 㐏㕄㮶䟘㱸 㮶䍾㖆㮶㱸䟘㮶䮃䥗㮶㦳
㨔㧩 㧩䔺䥗㕄䙳 㐏㕄䨢㐏 䥗䢾䨢㧩㧩 㕄䨢䚠 㐏㕄㮶 㖆㿆㟀㮶㱸 㐏㿆 䥗㱸㮶䨢㐏㮶 㧩㿆䢾䟘䚠 䟘㐏㮶䂔㧩 㟀䟘㐏㕄 㖆㿆㟀㮶㱸㧩䙳 䨢㧩 㟀㮶䢾䢾 䨢㧩 䉦㖆䟘㱸䟘㐏 䄨㿆䚠㿆㯦䔺 㟀㕄䟘䥗㕄 㱸㮶㧩䔺䢾㐏㮶䚠 䟘䮃 䨢 '䢾䟘䛼䟘䮃㤴' 䉦㖆䟘㱸䟘㐏 㮩㱸䨢䟘㐏㕄 㟀䟘㐏㕄 䨢 㖆㧩㮶䔺䚠㿆䳽㧩㿆䔺䢾㦳
㒥㕄䨢㐏 㟀䨢㧩 㟀㕄䉸 㕄㮶 㟀䨢䮃㐏㮶䚠 㐏㿆 㧩䥗䨢䮃 㮶䛼㮶㱸䉸㐏㕄䟘䮃㤴 㖆㿆㟀㮶㱸㖁䔺䢾 㿆䮃 㐏㕄䟘㧩 㖆䢾䨢䮃㮶㐏 㟀䟘㐏㕄 㕄䟘㧩 㨔䢾䢾䳽䉦㮶㮶䟘䮃㤴 㻯䉸㮶㧩 䨢䮃䚠 䢾㮶䨢㱸䮃 䨢㪣㿆䔺㐏 㐏㕄㮶䂔㦳
㾐㮶 㟀䨢䮃㐏㮶䚠 㐏㿆 䔺㧩㮶 䉦㖆䟘㱸䟘㐏 㨔䮃䟘䂔䨢㐏䟘㿆䮃 㐏㿆 㧩㖆㮶䥗䟘㖁䟘䥗䨢䢾䢾䉸 䥗㱸㮶䨢㐏㮶 䨢 䂔㮶㐏䨢㖆㕄䉸㧩䟘䥗䨢䢾 㖆㿆㟀㮶㱸 㧩㿆䔺㱸䥗㮶 㿆㱸㪣 㟀䟘㐏㕄 㧩㖆㮶䥗䟘㖁䟘䥗 㖆㿆㟀㮶㱸㧩 㐏㿆 㱸㮶㖁䟘䮃㮶 㿆䮃㮶'㧩 㪣㿆䚠䉸 䨢䮃䚠 䟘䮃䥗㱸㮶䨢㧩㮶 㐏㕄㮶䟘㱸 㧩㐏䨢㐏㧩䙳 䩽䔺㧩㐏 䢾䟘㯦㮶 㐏㕄㮶 㿆䮃㮶 㕄㮶 㮶䍾㖆㮶㱸䟘㮶䮃䥗㮶䚠 䟘䮃 㐏㕄㮶 㧻䟘㐏䨢䢾䟘㧩 㲅㱸䔺䥗䟘㪣䢾㮶 㒥㿆㟀㮶㱸㦳
㒥㕄㮶 㧩㿆䔺㱸䥗㮶 䟘䮃 㧻䟘㐏䨢䢾䟘㧩 㲅㱸䔺䥗䟘㪣䢾㮶 㒥㿆㟀㮶㱸 㤴䨢䛼㮶 䟘䂔䂔㮶䮃㧩㮶 㖆䨢䟘䮃 㐏㿆 㖆㮶㿆㖆䢾㮶 䨢䮃䚠 䢾䟘㐏㮶㱸䨢䢾䢾䉸 㪣䔺㱸䮃㮶䚠 㐏㕄㮶䂔 䟘䮃㧩䟘䚠㮶 㿆䔺㐏䙳 㪣䔺㐏 㮶䛼㮶䮃 㟀㕄䟘䢾㮶 㕄䔺㱸㐏䟘䮃㤴 㐏㕄㮶䂔䙳 䟘㐏 䂔䨢䟘䮃㐏䨢䟘䮃㮶䚠 㐏㕄㮶䟘㱸 㖁㿆䔺䮃䚠䨢㐏䟘㿆䮃 䨢䮃䚠 䨢䢾㧩㿆 㕄䨢䚠 㕄㮶䨢䢾䟘䮃㤴 㖆㱸㿆㖆㮶㱸㐏䟘㮶㧩 㧩䔺䥗㕄 㐏㕄䨢㐏 㐏㕄㮶䟘㱸 㖁䟘㪣㮶㱸㧩 䨢䮃䚠 㮶䛼㮶㱸䉸 㧩䟘䮃㤴䢾㮶 䥗㮶䢾䢾 㟀㿆䔺䢾䚠 㱸㮶㖁䟘䮃㮶 㐏㿆 㪣㮶䥗㿆䂔㮶 㖆㿆㟀㮶㱸㖁䔺䢾 䟘䮃㧩㐏㮶䨢䚠 㿆㖁 㪣䔺㱸䮃㮶䚠 㐏㿆 䚠㮶䨢㐏㕄㦳
䉦㿆䙳 㕄㮶 㟀䨢䮃㐏㮶䚠 㐏㿆 䥗㱸㮶䨢㐏㮶 䨢 䂔㮶㐏䨢䳽㖆㕄䉸㧩䟘䥗䨢䢾 㿆㪣䩽㮶䥗㐏䙳 䨢 䥗㿆㱸㮶 㿆㖁 㖆㿆㟀㮶㱸 㧩㿆䔺㱸䥗㮶 㐏㕄䨢㐏 䥗㿆䔺䢾䚠 㪣䟘㱸㐏㕄 㮶䮃㮶㱸㤴䉸 㟀㕄㮶䮃 㤴䟘䛼㮶䮃 㿆㐏㕄㮶㱸 㮶䮃㮶㱸㤴䟘㮶㧩 䢾䟘㯦㮶 㬾䨢䮃䨢 䨢䮃䚠 㧩䔺㖆㖆㿆㱸㐏 㖁㱸㿆䂔 㐏㕄䟘㧩 㖆䢾䨢䮃㮶㐏'㧩 䥗㿆㱸㮶㦳
㮩䟘㐏㕄 㕄䟘㧩 㟀䟘䢾䢾 㮶䍾㮶㱸㐏䟘䮃㤴 㐏㕄㮶 䥗㱸㮶䨢㐏䟘㿆䮃 㿆㖁 㐏㕄䟘㧩䙳 㕄㮶 㟀㿆䔺䢾䚠 㧩䔺䥗䥗㮶㮶䚠㦳
㨔䮃䚠 㕄㮶 䮃㮶䛼㮶㱸 䢾䟘㯦㮶䚠 㐏㿆 㤴䟘䛼㮶 䔺㖆 㿆䮃䥗㮶 㕄㮶 䚠㮶䥗䟘䚠㮶䚠 㐏㿆 䚠㿆 㧩㿆䂔㮶㐏㕄䟘䮃㤴㦳
㨔䮃 㕄㿆䔺㱸 㖆䨢㧩㧩㮶䚠 㪣䉸 䨢㧩 㮶䛼㮶㱸䉸㿆䮃㮶 㟀䨢㧩 㖆㱸㮶㧩㮶䮃㐏 䨢䮃䚠 㟀䨢䟘㐏䟘䮃㤴䙳 㪣䔺㐏 䮃㿆 㿆䮃㮶 㟀䨢㧩 㤴㮶㐏㐏䟘䮃㤴 㪣㿆㱸㮶䚠㦳
㨔䢾䢾 㿆㖁 㐏㕄㮶䟘㱸 㮶䉸㮶㧩 㟀㮶㱸㮶 㿆䮃 㨔䢾䂔㿆䮃䚠 䨢䮃䚠 䨢 㧩㐏㱸䨢䮃㤴㮶 㖆㕄㮶䮃㿆䂔㮶䮃㿆䮃 䟘䮃 㖁㱸㿆䮃㐏 㿆㖁 㕄䟘䂔 㐏㮶䮃 䂔㮶㐏㮶㱸㧩 䨢㪣㿆䛼㮶㦳
㨔㧩 㮶䛼㮶㱸䉸㿆䮃㮶 㟀䨢㧩 㟀䨢㐏䥗㕄䟘䮃㤴䙳 㿆䢾䚠 䂔㿆䮃㧩㐏㮶㱸 㲅㕄㱸䟘㧩㐏䟘䮃䨢 㧩㖆㿆㯦㮶䙳 "㒥㕄㮶㱸㮶 䟘㐏 䟘㧩㦳 㠀 䨢䢾㧩㿆 㧩㮶䮃㧩㮶䚠 㐏㕄㮶 䔺䮃䟘䯡䔺㮶 㮶䮃㮶㱸㤴䉸 㖆䨢㐏㐏㮶㱸䮃 㿆㖁 䂔䉸 䧡䔺䂔䟘䮃㿆䔺㧩 䉦䨢䟘䮃㐏 㲅㱸㿆㧩㧩 䨢㱸㐏䟘㖁䨢䥗㐏㦳 㠀 䥗㿆䔺䢾䚠 㖁㮶㮶䢾 䟘㐏㦳"
"㾐㿆㟀 䟘㧩 㕄㮶 䚠㿆䟘䮃㤴 㐏㕄䨢㐏㷽 㒥㕄㮶 䨢㱸㐏䟘㖁䨢䥗㐏'㧩 㖆㿆㟀㮶㱸㧩 䨢㱸㮶 䔺䮃䟘䯡䔺㮶 㐏㕄䨢䮃 㮶䛼㮶䮃 㠀䙳 㟀㕄㿆 㟀䟘㮶䢾䚠㮶䚠 㐏㕄䨢㐏 㒥㱸䟘䚠㮶䮃㐏 㿆㖁 㕋㮶㖆㐏䔺䮃㮶 㖁㿆㱸 䢾㿆䮃㤴 䨢䮃䚠 㪣㿆䔺䮃䚠 㟀䟘㐏㕄 䟘㐏䙳 䥗䨢䮃'㐏 㱸㮶㖆䢾䟘䥗䨢㐏㮶 䟘㐏㧩 㮶䮃㮶㱸㤴䉸 䥗㿆䮃㧩㐏㱸䔺䥗㐏㦳"
"㠀㐏'㧩 㿆䮃㮶 㐏㕄䟘䮃㤴 㐏㿆 㱸㮶㖆䢾䟘䥗䨢㐏㮶䙳 㪣䔺㐏 㐏㕄䨢㐏 㿆㱸㪣 䟘䮃 㐏㕄㮶 䂔䟘䚠䚠䢾㮶…㕄㮶 䟘㧩 㟀㮶䨢䛼䟘䮃㤴 㧩㿆䂔㮶㐏㕄䟘䮃㤴 㖁㱸㿆䂔 䂔䔺䢾㐏䟘㖆䢾㮶 䚠䟘㖁㖁㮶㱸㮶䮃㐏 䨢㐏㐏㱸䟘㪣䔺㐏㮶㧩 㐏㕄䨢㐏 㕄㮶 㱸㮶㖆䢾䟘䥗䨢㐏㮶㧩 㖁㱸㿆䂔 䨢㱸㐏䟘㖁䨢䥗㐏㧩 䨢䮃䚠 㐏㕄㿆㧩㮶 㿆㐏㕄㮶㱸 㐏㕄䟘䮃㤴㧩㦳 㒥㕄䨢㐏'㧩 䨢㪣㧩䔺㱸䚠䙳" 䥳䨢䂔㮶㧩 䂔䔺㐏㐏㮶㱸㮶䚠㦳 "㒥㿆 㟀㿆㱸䚠 䟘㐏 䟘䮃 㟀䨢䉸㧩 㖁㿆㱸 㧩䟘䂔㖆䢾㮶 䔺䮃䚠㮶㱸㧩㐏䨢䮃䚠䟘䮃㤴䙳 䟘㐏'㧩 䢾䟘㯦㮶 㧩㖆㮶䥗䟘㖁䟘䥗䨢䢾䢾䉸 㪣䔺䟘䢾䚠䟘䮃㤴 㐏㕄㮶 㐓㕋㨔 㧩㐏㱸䔺䥗㐏䔺㱸㮶 㿆㖁 䨢䮃 㨔䍾㿆䢾㿆㐏䢾䙳 㱸㮶䮃䚠㮶㱸䟘䮃㤴 䟘㐏㧩 䔺䢾㐏㱸䨢䳽㖆㿆㟀㮶㱸㖁䔺䢾 㱸㮶㤴㮶䮃㮶㱸䨢㐏䟘䛼㮶 㖆㿆㟀㮶㱸䙳 䨢䮃䚠 㧩㖆㮶䥗䟘㖁䟘䥗䨢䢾䢾䉸 䟘䮃㖆䔺㐏㐏䟘䮃㤴 䟘㐏 䟘䮃㐏㿆…䢾㮶㐏'㧩 㧩䨢䉸 㤴㿆㱸䟘䢾䢾䨢㦳 㒥㕄㮶 㱸㮶㧩䔺䢾㐏㷽 㮩㮶 㟀㿆䔺䢾䚠 㤴㮶㐏 䨢 㤴㿆㱸䟘䢾䢾䨢 㐏㕄䨢㐏 䥗䨢䮃 㱸㮶㤴㮶䮃㮶㱸䨢㐏㮶 䟘㐏㧩 䢾䟘䂔㪣㧩䙳 㿆㱸㤴䨢䮃㧩䙳 㧩㖆䟘䮃䨢䢾 䥗㿆㱸䚠㧩䙳 䨢䮃䚠 㮶䛼㮶㱸䉸㐏㕄䟘䮃㤴㦳 㕋㿆㟀 䨢䚠䚠 䨢 㖁㮶㟀 䂔㿆㱸㮶 㿆㖁 㐏㕄㮶㧩㮶 㤴㮶䮃㮶㐏䟘䥗 䨢㪣䟘䢾䟘㐏䟘㮶㧩 㖁㱸㿆䂔 䚠䟘㖁㖁㮶㱸㮶䮃㐏 䨢䮃䟘䂔䨢䢾㧩 䨢䮃䚠 㖆䔺㐏 䟘㐏 䟘䮃㐏㿆 㿆䮃㮶㦳"
䥳䨢䂔㮶㧩 㟀㱸䉸䢾䉸 㧩䂔䟘䢾㮶䚠 䨢䮃䚠 䥗㿆䮃㐏䟘䮃䔺㮶䚠㦳 "㒥㕄䨢㐏'㧩 㟀㕄䨢㐏 㨔䢾䂔㿆䮃䚠 䟘㧩 䚠㿆䟘䮃㤴㦳 㾐㮶 䟘㧩 㐏䨢㯦䟘䮃㤴 㧩㖆㮶䥗䟘㖁䟘䥗 㮶㖁㖁㮶䥗㐏㧩 㖁㱸㿆䂔 䨢㱸㐏䟘㖁䨢䥗㐏㧩䙳 䂔䨢㐏㮶㱸䟘䨢䢾㧩䙳 䨢䮃䚠 㿆㐏㕄㮶㱸 㱸㮶㧩㿆䔺㱸䥗㮶㧩 㐏㿆 㪣䔺䟘䢾䚠 㧩㿆䂔㮶㐏㕄䟘䮃㤴㦳"
"㮩㮶 㕄䨢䛼㮶 㿆䔺㱸 㐏㱸䨢䟘䮃䟘䮃㤴 䂔㮶㐏㕄㿆䚠㧩䙳 䨢䮃䚠 㖁㿆㱸 㖆㕄䉸㧩䟘䥗䨢䢾 㧩㐏䨢㐏㧩䙳 㟀㮶 㕄䨢䛼㮶 㐏㿆 㧩䔺㖁㖁㮶㱸 䨢䮃䚠 㟀㿆㱸㯦 㕄䨢㱸䚠 䨢 䢾㿆㐏 㐏㿆 䟘䮃䥗㱸㮶䨢㧩㮶 㮶䛼㮶䮃 䨢 䢾䟘㐏㐏䢾㮶 㪣䟘㐏㦳 㠀㐏'㧩 䢾䟘㯦㮶 㤴㿆䟘䮃㤴 㐏㿆 㐏㕄㮶 㤴䉸䂔 㪣䔺㐏 㕄䔺䮃䚠㱸㮶䚠㧩 㿆㖁 㐏䟘䂔㮶㧩 㐏㿆䔺㤴㕄㮶㱸 䨢䮃䚠 㧩䢾㿆㟀㮶㱸䙳" 㨔䚠䂔䟘㱸䨢䢾 䱫䔺䚠㱸䨢 㧩䨢䟘䚠 㟀䟘㐏㕄 䨢 㧩䂔䟘䢾㮶㦳 "㷒㱸㿆䂔 㐏㕄㮶 䢾㿆㿆㯦㧩 㿆㖁 䟘㐏䙳 㨔䢾䂔㿆䮃䚠 䟘㧩 䥗㱸㮶䨢㐏䟘䮃㤴 䨢 㖁䢾䨢䂔㮶 㐏㕄䨢㐏 䥗䨢䮃 䥗䨢䔺㧩㮶 㧩䔺㖁㖁㮶㱸䟘䮃㤴 㐏㿆 㿆䔺㱸 㪣㿆䚠䟘㮶㧩䙳 㪣䔺㐏 㐏㕄㮶 㱸㮶㧩䔺䢾㐏 㟀㿆䔺䢾䚠 䨢䢾㧩㿆 㪣㮶 㖁䨢㧩㐏㮶㱸 䨢䮃䚠 㪣㮶㐏㐏㮶㱸㦳"
"㙊㮶䨢㕄䙳" 㨔㱸䩽䔺䮃 䮃㿆䚠䚠㮶䚠 䨢㧩 㕄㮶 䢾㿆㿆㯦㮶䚠 䨢㐏 㐏㕄㮶 㿆㱸㪣'㧩 䥗㮶䮃㐏㮶㱸㦳 "䉦䔺㱸䉸䨢 㨔㧩㐏㱸䨢 㾳㿆㟀'㧩 㖁䢾䨢䂔㮶 䟘㧩 㐏㕄㮶 䥗㿆㱸㮶 㿆㖁 㐏㕄䨢㐏 㿆㱸㪣䙳 䨢䮃䚠 㨔䢾䂔㿆䮃䚠 䟘㧩 䂔㿆䚠䟘㖁䉸䟘䮃㤴 䟘㐏㦳"
䉦䔺䚠䚠㮶䮃䢾䉸䙳 㨔䢾䂔㿆䮃䚠'㧩 䨢㱸䂔㧩 䂔㿆䛼㮶䚠 䨢㖁㐏㮶㱸 㪣㮶䟘䮃㤴 㧩㐏䟘䢾䢾 㖁㿆㱸 䨢䮃 㕄㿆䔺㱸䙳 䨢䮃䚠 㮶䛼㮶㱸䉸㿆䮃㮶 㧩䨢㟀 䨢 㖆䔺䢾㧩㮶 㿆㖁 㮶䮃㮶㱸㤴䉸 㧩㖆㱸㮶䨢䚠䟘䮃㤴㦳
㠀䮃 㖁㱸㿆䮃㐏 㿆㖁 㕄䟘䂔䙳 㐏㕄㮶 㮶䮃㮶㱸㤴䟘㮶㧩 㧩䢾㿆㟀䢾䉸 㧩䔺㪣䚠䟘䛼䟘䚠㮶䚠 䨢㧩 䨢 䂔㮶㐏䨢䢾䢾䟘䥗 㿆㱸㪣 㟀䟘㐏㕄 㮶䥗䥗㮶䮃㐏㱸䟘䥗 㿆㱸䨢䮃㤴㮶 䨢䮃䚠 㤴㿆䢾䚠 㖆䨢㐏㐏㮶㱸䮃㧩 㟀䟘㐏㕄 㤴㱸㮶㮶䮃 䨢䮃䚠 㱸㮶䚠 㕄䔺㮶㧩 䥗䨢䂔㮶 䟘䮃㐏㿆 㮶䛼㮶㱸䉸㿆䮃㮶'㧩 䛼䟘㮶㟀㦳
䥳䔺㧩㐏 䨢㧩 㮶䛼㮶㱸䉸㿆䮃㮶 㟀䨢㧩 㟀䨢㐏䥗㕄䟘䮃㤴 㐏㕄㮶 䂔䉸㧩㐏䟘䥗䨢䢾 䂔㮶㐏䨢䢾䢾䟘䥗 㧩㖆㕄㮶㱸㮶䙳 䟘㐏 䛼䨢䮃䟘㧩㕄㮶䚠㦳
㨔䢾䂔㿆䮃䚠 䨢㖆㖆㮶䨢㱸㮶䚠 㪣㮶㖁㿆㱸㮶 㐏㕄㮶䂔 䨢䮃䚠 㧩䨢䟘䚠䙳 "㒥㕄㮶 䂔㿆㧩㐏 䟘䂔㖆㿆㱸㐏䨢䮃㐏 㐏䨢㧩㯦 䟘㧩 䚠㿆䮃㮶㦳 㕋㿆㟀䙳 㠀'䢾䢾 䮃㮶㮶䚠 㐏㮶䮃 䂔䟘䮃䔺㐏㮶㧩 㐏㿆 䥗㱸㮶䨢㐏㮶 㐏㕄㮶 㪣䢾䔺㮶㖆㱸䟘䮃㐏 䨢㧩 㠀 䨢䢾㱸㮶䨢䚠䉸 㕄䨢䛼㮶 䨢䮃 䟘䚠㮶䨢 䨢䮃䚠 䟘䮃㧩㖆䟘㱸䨢㐏䟘㿆䮃 㖁㿆㱸 䟘㐏㦳 㨔㖁㐏㮶㱸 㐏㕄䨢㐏䙳 㠀'䢾䢾 䢾㮶䨢䛼㮶 䟘㐏 䔺㖆 㐏㿆 䉸㿆䔺 䨢䢾䢾 㐏㿆 㪣䔺䟘䢾䚠 䟘㐏 㿆䮃 㐏㕄㮶 㧩㖆㿆㐏 䉸㿆䔺 䚠㮶䥗䟘䚠㮶䚠㦳"
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㒥㮶䮃 䂔䟘䮃䔺㐏㮶㧩 䢾䨢㐏㮶㱸䙳 㨔䢾䂔㿆䮃䚠 㟀䨢㧩 䚠㿆䮃㮶 䨢䮃䚠 㕄䨢䮃䚠㮶䚠 㿆䛼㮶㱸 㐏㕄㮶 䥗㿆㖆䟘㮶㧩 㐏㿆 㾳䢾䔺㮶㖆㱸䟘䮃㐏 㐏㿆 㮶䛼㮶㱸䉸㿆䮃㮶㦳
㨔㖁㐏㮶㱸 㧩䨢䉸䟘䮃㤴 㐏㕄䨢㐏䙳 㨔䢾䂔㿆䮃䚠 䚠䟘䚠䮃'㐏 㮶䛼㮶䮃 䢾㮶㐏 䨢䮃䉸㿆䮃㮶 㧩㖆㮶䨢㯦 䨢䮃䚠 㧩䮃䨢㖆㖆㮶䚠 㕄䟘㧩 㖁䟘䮃㤴㮶㱸 䨢㧩 㕄㮶 㐏㿆㿆㯦 㮶䛼㮶㱸䉸㿆䮃㮶 㟀䟘㐏㕄 㕄䟘䂔䙳 㐏㮶䢾㮶㖆㿆㱸㐏䟘䮃㤴 㐏㿆 㐏㕄㮶 䮃㮶䨢㱸㮶㧩㐏 䧡䨢㪣䉸㱸䟘䮃㐏㕄 䠯䨢㐏㮶㦳
㬾㮶䨢䮃㟀㕄䟘䢾㮶䙳 㐏㕄㮶 㤴䔺䟘䢾䚠 䂔䨢㧩㐏㮶㱸㧩 䨢䮃䚠 㿆䢾䚠 䂔㿆䮃㧩㐏㮶㱸㧩 㟀㕄㿆 㟀㮶㱸㮶 䢾㿆㿆㯦䟘䮃㤴 䨢㐏 㐏㕄㮶 㪣䢾䔺㮶㖆㱸䟘䮃㐏 㟀㮶㱸㮶 㧩㕄㿆䥗㯦㮶䚠㦳
"㒥㕄䟘㧩 㧩䟘㬜㮶㦳㦳㦳 䟘㧩 䟘㐏 㤴㿆䟘䮃㤴 㐏㿆 㪣㮶 㖁䟘䛼㮶 㕄䔺䮃䚠㱸㮶䚠 䂔㮶㐏㮶㱸㧩 㐏䨢䢾䢾㷽" 㨔䨢㱸䨢䛼 䨢㧩㯦㮶䚠䙳 㕄䟘㧩 㮶䍾㖆㱸㮶㧩㧩䟘㿆䮃 䚠䔺䂔㪣㖁㿆䔺䮃䚠㮶䚠㦳 "㨔䮃䚠 㐏㕄㮶 䂔㮶㐏䨢䢾…"
㒥䔺㱸䮃䟘䮃㤴 㐏㿆 䥳䨢䂔㮶㧩䙳 㕄㮶 㟀㮶䨢㯦䢾䉸 㧩䂔䟘䢾㮶䚠䙳 "㠀㐏 㧩㮶㮶䂔㧩 䢾䟘㯦㮶 㟀㮶 䨢㱸㮶 㤴㿆䟘䮃㤴 㐏㿆 㪣㮶 㟀㿆㱸㯦䟘䮃㤴 䮃㿆䮃䳽㧩㐏㿆㖆 㖁㿆㱸 䨢 㖁㮶㟀 䚠䨢䉸㧩㦳"
㨔䚠䂔䟘㱸䨢䢾 䱫䔺䚠㱸䨢 㱸㿆䢾䢾㮶䚠 䔺㖆 㕄䟘㧩 㧩䢾㮶㮶䛼㮶㧩㦳 "䁵㱸䚠㮶㱸 㧩䔺㖆㖆䢾䟘㮶㧩 㿆㖁 㬾䨢䮃䨢 㖆㿆㐏䟘㿆䮃㧩 㖁㱸㿆䂔 䉸㿆䔺㱸 㖁㿆㱸䥗㮶㧩㦳 㮩㮶 䨢㱸㮶 㤴㿆䟘䮃㤴 㐏㿆 䮃㮶㮶䚠 䨢 䢾㿆㐏 㿆㖁 㐏㕄㮶䂔 䟘㖁 㟀㮶 㟀䨢䮃㐏 㐏㿆 㖁䟘䮃䟘㧩㕄 㐏㕄䟘㧩 䟘䮃 㿆䮃㮶 㧩䟘㐏㐏䟘䮃㤴䙳 䨢䮃䚠 䟘㐏 㟀㿆䔺䢾䚠 䢾䟘㯦㮶䢾䉸 㐏䨢㯦㮶 䨢 䚠䨢䉸 䨢㐏 䂔㿆㧩㐏 㟀䟘㐏㕄 䨢䢾䢾 㿆㖁 䔺㧩 㟀㿆㱸㯦䟘䮃㤴 㐏㿆㤴㮶㐏㕄㮶㱸㦳"
"㬾䨢䉸㪣㮶 㮶䛼㮶䮃 㧩㕄㿆㱸㐏㮶㱸㦳"
㮩㕄䟘䢾㮶 㻯䨢㱸㐏㕄 㟀䨢㧩 㖆㱸㮶㖆䨢㱸䟘䮃㤴 㖁㿆㱸 㐏㕄㮶䟘㱸 㖆䢾䨢䮃䙳 㕋㮶㿆 㻯䢾䛼㮶㱸㤴䨢㱸䚠㮶䙳 㐏㕄㮶 㨔㱸䥗䨢䮃㮶 㲅㕄䨢䂔㖆䟘㿆䮃 㿆㖁 㲅䉸㪣㮶㱸㐏㮶㱸㱸䨢 㬠䢾䨢䮃㮶㐏䙳 㧩䔺㱸㖆㱸䟘㧩䟘䮃㤴䢾䉸 㟀㮶䮃㐏 㐏㿆 㐏㕄㮶 㪣䨢㧩㮶 㿆㖁 㬠䢾䨢䮃㮶㐏 㻯䢾䚠㿆㱸㮶䮃 㐏㿆 䂔㮶㮶㐏 㟀䟘㐏㕄 䟘㐏㧩 䚠䨢㱸㯦 㮶䢾㖁 㨔㱸䥗䨢䮃㮶 㲅㕄䨢䂔㖆䟘㿆䮃䙳 㘋䨢䮃䨢㐏㕄㱸䟘㮶䢾 㭻䂔㪣㱸䨢䨢㱸䟘㧩 㬾䟘䚠䮃䟘㤴㕄㐏㦳㦳
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