Novel Bin
Chapter 98: The Guardian’s Bargain
Chapter 98: The Guardian’s Bargain
Arkanos stepped closer, his eyes drawn to the still figure of his father. The silence in the tomb was intense, almost suffocating.
As he gazed upon the body, a strange pressure built in his chest.
Looking at the lifeless body brought a wave of forgotten memories.
He winced, feeling memories rushing in. But he steadied himself, drawing a slow breath, pushing the memories back.
Arkanos' eyes drifted to his lower body, where he noticed a massive slash in his abdomen, revealing blood and organs that were still strangely fresh.
'Must have been how he died… it's strange, though. It doesn't look like the cut from a regular weapon… maybe a magic user with powerful wind magic. Well, it doesn't matter at this point how he died.'
That was what he thought, but later on, it would.
His eyes shifted to his father's hands, the fingers still curled gently.
His gaze lingered on the right hand, and there, nestled on the ring finger, he saw it. A ring—green as an emerald, shimmering faintly in the low torchlight.
His heart skipped a beat.
"El'Deron," Arkanos muttered.
He activated Appraisal.
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Item Name: El'Deron
Item Type: Uster (Spirit Housing Medium)
Class: Legendary (S Rank)
Effect: Houses a Legendary Class Spirit
Current Capacity: 1/1 (1 Nature Spirit)
Current Status: Replenishing Mana (2,000/150,000)
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"Found it."
The words slipped from his lips, barely more than a whisper.
Arkanos reached out but hesitated, his fingers hovering just above the ring.
For a brief moment, he remained still. Then, he lowered his head slightly.
"I pay my respects… Father," he whispered.
Silence followed.
Finally, he reached forward, grasping the ring.
Slowly, carefully, he pulled it free from his father's finger. The emerald shimmered faintly as it left its resting place.
Arkanos held it in his palm, studying it for a moment before closing his fingers around it.
He exhaled. "I have obtained what I came for."
With the ring in hand, Arkanos watched as the stone lid slowly slid back into place, sealing his father's tomb once more.
Vorthan exhaled. "It seems I was correct. An Uster, indeed. Glad to see my senses haven't dulled, even after five hundred years."
Arkanos turned away, his gaze now fixed on his knights, his words directed at Vorthan. "I believe this is the part where we bid farewells and leave you to your… tomb guardian duties."
Without waiting for a reply, he called out, "Knights, move out."
The sound of armor shifting filled the air as his men prepared to leave.
But just as they were about to step forward, Vorthan spoke again.
"And just where do you think you're rushing to, Arkanos?"
His tone was almost amused. "Have you forgotten what I said? A price must be paid. Taking something from the tomb requires a sacrifice. One you agreed to make."
Arkanos stopped.
Then, slowly, he turned back to face the ancient dragon. A smirk played at his lips.
"Oh, just stop it and be direct, old dragon," he said with amusement. "You want something, don't you?"
Vorthan narrowed his eyes. "It seems you are perceptive as well."
Arkanos crossed his arms. "I wouldn't call it perceptiveness—just observation."
"You are supposed to be the guardian of this entire tomb, yet here you are, specifically in my father's chamber. It's obvious you knew someone would come here one day, seeking something. So you waited. And now, you plan to make a deal. Am I right, or am I right?"
A deep, rumbling chuckle escaped Vorthan's throat. "Truly an interesting young man you are, Arkanos."
The dragon shifted, lowering his massive head slightly. "As per my contract with Bloodbane, I am unable to leave this tomb. However, I am permitted to negotiate with his descendants." His crimson eyes gleamed for a moment before he spoke. "In exchange for an item they seek—or for knowledge."
Arkanos exhaled, tilting his head slightly. "So, now that I've taken this ring, I'm obligated to fulfill a request of yours? As per a condition of the contract?"
Vorthan's lips curled into what might have been a smirk. "Indeed."
Arkanos remained still for a moment, his fingers tapping idly against the cold emerald of the ring. Then, he nodded.
"No matter. Speak. I'm all ears."
Vorthan's gaze bore into him, as if weighing his worth. "It is simple," he said finally. "A piece of my being was stolen long ago—a fragment of my soul. I want it returned."
Arkanos raised a brow. "Stolen?"
Vorthan's expression darkened. "Yes. By a wretched being I encountered before meeting Bloodbane. A summoner, skilled in forbidden arts. He bound a shard of my essence into an artifact… a sword—a vessel that should not exist."
Arkanos considered this, his mind already working through the implications. "And you want me to retrieve it."
Vorthan nodded. "Precisely. It lies in the Holy Empire of Threshia, embedded in a stone, in the lands of those who do not deserve it." His voice grew low, almost a growl.
"Bring it back, and our contract will be fulfilled."
At those words, a chime echoed in his mind. A translucent green window materialized before him.
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System Quest Issued!
Quest Name: The Shard of the Tomb Guardian
Difficulty: S+
Description:
You have taken the legendary ring El'Deron from the tomb of Bloodbane, but in doing so, you have entered a contract with the guardian, Vorthan. A fragment of his soul was stolen long ago and bound within a legendary artifact—the legendary sword Excalibur of the Holy Empire.
Forged with divine metals and tempered in dragon's fire, Excalibur contains the stolen shard of Vorthan's essence, granting it immense power.
Objective:
Locate Excalibur
Reclaim the sword by any means necessary
Return the stolen fragment to Vorthan
Rewards:
Title: One Who Strikes Deals With Dragons (Trust when encountering dragonkind will always start around 50%)
Time limit: 1 year
Failure Penalty:
Permanent hostility from Vorthan
??? (Severe Consequences - Blood Contract backlash)
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Arkanos narrowed his eyes.
'So Excalibur is a legendary sword forged with a shard of a dragon's soul? That explains its mythical reputation.'
'Guess this is another reason I must conquer the Holy Empire.'
He exhaled slowly, dismissing the window.
Arkanos then gazed at the dragon for a moment before sighing. "Very well." He slipped the ring into his pocket. "I'll retrieve your stolen fragment."
䠧䌘䓜㝶㛁㱉㟨 䠂㿬䌘㛁㹇㳾 䠂㱉 䝣㥔㟨 䓜㛁㥔䫹䝣䠂㟨㹿 "䧶㹇 㖖㱉䭗㹇㹿"
䝐䝣㹇 㼭㝶䌘䌘㥔㱉䌘㟨 䟔㹇䪓䪓 㥔㛁 䠺㹇䝣㥔㛁㳾 䝣㥔㖖 㼭㥔䠂䝣㱉㿬䠂 䝣㹇㟨㥔䠂㝶䠂㥔㱉㛁㹿
䠧㟨 䝣㹇 䌘㹇㝶㣾䝣㹇㳾 䠂䝣㹇 㸶䌘㹇䭗㥔㱉㿬㟨䪓㓰 㣾䪓㱉㟨㹇㳾 㹇㛁䠂䌘㝶㛁㣾㹇㓿 㥔䠂 䠺㹇䫹㝶㛁 䠂㱉 㱉㸶㹇㛁㓿 䌘㹇䭗㹇㝶䪓㥔㛁䫹 䠂䝣㹇 䌘㝶㥔㛁 㱉㿬䠂㟨㥔㳾㹇㹿 㐒㹇 㣾㝶㟨䠂 㱉㛁㹇 䟔㥔㛁㝶䪓 䫹䪓㝶㛁㣾㹇 㱉䭗㹇䌘 䝣㥔㟨 㟨䝣㱉㿬䪓㳾㹇䌘㓿 䫹㝶㛪㥔㛁䫹 㝶䠂 㔓㱉䌘䠂䝣㝶㛁㓿 㼭䝣㱉 㟨䠂㱉㱉㳾 䠺㹇䝣㥔㛁㳾 䠂䝣㹇㖖㹿
㔓㱉䌘䠂䝣㝶㛁 䌘㹇㖖㝶㥔㛁㹇㳾 㖖㱉䠂㥔㱉㛁䪓㹇㟨㟨㓿 䝣㥔㟨 㣾䌘㥔㖖㟨㱉㛁 㹇㓰㹇㟨 䫹䪓㹇㝶㖖㥔㛁䫹㹿 "䆣㱉 㛁㱉䠂 㳾㹇䪓㝶㓰㓿 㛹䪓㱉㱉㳾䠺㝶㛁㹇㹿"
㐒㹇 㸶㝶㿬㟨㹇㳾 㝶䠂 䠂䝣㹇 䠂䝣䌘㹇㟨䝣㱉䪓㳾 㱉䟔 䠂䝣㹇 䠂㱉㖖䠺㓿 䫹䪓㝶㛁㣾㥔㛁䫹 䠺㝶㣾䓜 㝶䠂 䠂䝣㹇 㳾䌘㝶䫹㱉㛁㹿
"䠧㟨 㝶 䟔㝶䭗㱉䌘㓿" 䝣㹇 㟨㝶㥔㳾㓿 "㣾㱉㿬䪓㳾 㓰㱉㿬 䠂㹇䪓䪓 㖖㹇 㝶䠺㱉㿬䠂 䠂䝣㹇 㟨㥔䫹㛁㥔䟔㥔㣾㝶㛁㣾㹇 㱉䟔 㖖㓰 䠺䪓㱉㱉㳾䪓㥔㛁㹇䓇"
"䇪㱉㖖㸶䪓㹇䠂㹇 䠂䝣㥔㟨 䌘㹇䁯㿬㹇㟨䠂 䟔㥔䌘㟨䠂㓿" 㔓㱉䌘䠂䝣㝶㛁 㟨㝶㥔㳾㓿 䝣㥔㟨 䠂㱉㛁㹇 䟔㥔䌘㖖㹿 "䝐䝣㹇㛁㓿 㝶㛁㳾 㱉㛁䪓㓰 䠂䝣㹇㛁㓿 㟨䝣㝶䪓䪓 䉵 㝶㛁㟨㼭㹇䌘 㝶㛁㓰 䁯㿬㹇㟨䠂㥔㱉㛁㟨 㓰㱉㿬 䝣㝶䭗㹇㹿"
䠧䌘䓜㝶㛁㱉㟨 㣾䝣㿬㣾䓜䪓㹇㳾㓿 㟨䝣㝶䓜㥔㛁䫹 䝣㥔㟨 䝣㹇㝶㳾 㟨䪓㥔䫹䝣䠂䪓㓰㹿 "䡒䟔 㣾㱉㿬䌘㟨㹇㓿 䠂䝣㝶䠂 㼭㝶㟨 㖖㓰 㥔㛁䠂㹇㛁䠂㥔㱉㛁 䟔䌘㱉㖖 䠂䝣㹇 㟨䠂㝶䌘䠂㹿"
㔓㱉䌘䠂䝣㝶㛁 㟨㝶㥔㳾 㛁㱉䠂䝣㥔㛁䫹㓿 㱉㛁䪓㓰 㼭㝶䠂㣾䝣㥔㛁䫹 㥔㛁 㟨㥔䪓㹇㛁㣾㹇 㝶㟨 䠧䌘䓜㝶㛁㱉㟨 㝶㛁㳾 䝣㥔㟨 㖖㹇㛁 㳾㥔㟨㝶㸶㸶㹇㝶䌘㹇㳾 䠺㹇㓰㱉㛁㳾 䠂䝣㹇 䠂㱉㖖䠺'㟨 㹇㛁䠂䌘㝶㛁㣾㹇㓿 䠂䝣㹇 㖖㝶㟨㟨㥔䭗㹇 㟨䠂㱉㛁㹇 㳾㱉㱉䌘㟨 㣾䪓㱉㟨㥔㛁䫹 䠺㹇䝣㥔㛁㳾 䠂䝣㹇㖖㹿
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䝐䝣㹇 㳾㼭㝶䌘䭗㹇㟨' 㸶㥔㣾䓜㝶㝣㹇㟨 䠺㥔䠂 㥔㛁䠂㱉 䠂䝣㹇 㣾㝶䭗㹇 㼭㝶䪓䪓㓿 㹇㝶㣾䝣 㟨䠂䌘㥔䓜㹇 㟨㸶䌘㝶㓰㥔㛁䫹 㣾䝣㥔㸶㟨 㱉䟔 䌘㱉㣾䓜㹿 䩮䌘㝶㖖 㼭㥔㸶㹇㳾 㟨㼭㹇㝶䠂 䟔䌘㱉㖖 䝣㥔㟨 䠺䌘㱉㼭㓿 䫹䪓㝶䌘㥔㛁䫹 㝶䠂 䠂䝣㹇 㸶㿬䪓㟨㥔㛁䫹 䠂䌘㥔㛁䓜㹇䠂 㥔㛁 䆣㱉䌘㥔㛁'㟨 䝣㝶㛁㳾㟨㹿 "䣪䠂㥔䪓䪓 䠂䝣㥔㛁䓜 䠂䝣㥔㟨 䠂䝣㥔㛁䫹'㟨 㼭㱉䌘䠂䝣 㝶 㳾㝶㖖㛁䓇"
䆣㱉䌘㥔㛁 㟨㣾㱉㼭䪓㹇㳾㹿 "䠧㓰㹇㹿 䦋㥔䫹䝣䠂'㟨 䫹㹇䠂䠂㥔㛁䫹 䠺䌘㥔䫹䝣䠂㹇䌘㹿 䦴㓰䠂䝣䌘㥔䪓'㟨 㣾䪓㱉㟨㹇㹿"
䣪㱉㱉㛁㓿 䠂䝣㹇㓰 㟨䠂䌘㿬㣾䓜 㟨㱉㖖㹇䠂䝣㥔㛁䫹 䌘㹇㝶䪓䪓㓰 䝣㝶䌘㳾㹿 䇪䝣㥔㸶㸶㥔㛁䫹 㝶䌘㱉㿬㛁㳾 㥔䠂㟨 㟨㿬䌘䟔㝶㣾㹇㓿 䠂䝣㹇㓰 䟔㱉㿬㛁㳾 㥔䠂—㝶 㳾䌘㓰㓿 㳾㝶䌘䓜 㸶㿬䌘㸶䪓㹇䇢䝣㿬㹇㳾 㖖㹇䠂㝶䪓㹿
䉵䠂 㼭㝶㟨 䦴㓰䠂䝣䌘㥔䪓㹿 䆣㥔䫹䫹㥔㛁䫹 㝶䌘㱉㿬㛁㳾㓿 䠂䝣㹇㓰 䟔㱉㿬㛁㳾 㱉㿬䠂 㥔䠂 㼭㝶㟨 㝶 䌘㹇㝶䪓䪓㓰 䪓㝶䌘䫹㹇 㣾䝣㿬㛁䓜㹿
䆣㱉䌘㥔㛁 㣾䝣㿬㣾䓜䪓㹇㳾㓿 䝣㥔㟨 䫹䌘㝶㓰䇢㟨䠂䌘㹇㝶䓜㹇㳾 䠺㹇㝶䌘㳾 㟨䝣㝶䓜㥔㛁䫹 㼭㥔䠂䝣 䪓㝶㿬䫹䝣䠂㹇䌘㹿 "䝐㱉䪓㳾 㓰㹇㓿 䪓㝶㳾㹿 䝐䝣㹇 㒎㖖㸶㹇䌘㱉䌘'㟨 䠂㱉㱉䪓㟨 㝶㥔㛁'䠂 䟔㱉䌘 㟨䝣㱉㼭㹿 䝐䝣㥔㟨 䝣㹇䌘㹇 㖖㓰䠂䝣䌘㥔䪓'䪓䪓 㖖㝶䓜㹇 㿬㟨 䪓㹇䫹㹇㛁㳾㟨 䠺㝶㣾䓜 䝣㱉㖖㹇㹿"
䝐䝣㱉䌘㝶㛁㓿 䠂䝣㹇 㟨䠂㱉㣾䓜㓰 㳾㼭㝶䌘䟔 㼭㥔䠂䝣 䠂䝣㹇 㟨㱉㱉䠂䇢㟨䠂䌘㹇㝶䓜㹇㳾 䠺㹇㝶䌘㳾㓿 㝶㳾䔆㿬㟨䠂㹇㳾 䠂䝣㹇 䓜㛁㱉䠺㟨 㱉㛁 䠂䝣㹇 㸶㿬䪓㟨㥔㛁䫹 䠺䪓㿬㹇 㳾㹇䭗㥔㣾㹇㹿 "䠧㓰㹇㓿 䠺㿬䠂 䪓㹇䠂'㟨 㛁㱉䠂 㳾㝶㼭㳾䪓㹇㹿 䧶㹇 㛁㹇㹇㳾 䠂㱉 㳾㥔䫹 㝶䌘㱉㿬㛁㳾 㥔䠂 㸶䌘㱉㸶㹇䌘䪓㓰㹿 䇪㝶㛁'䠂 䪓㹇㝶䭗㹇 㝶 㟨㣾䌘㝶㸶 䠺㹇䝣㥔㛁㳾㹿"
䩮䌘㝶㖖㓿 䠂䝣㹇 㓰㱉㿬㛁䫹㹇㟨䠂 㳾㼭㝶䌘䟔㓿 㸶㝶㿬㟨㹇㳾 㖖㥔㳾䇢㟨㼭㥔㛁䫹㹿 "㯻㱉㿬 䝣㹇㝶䌘 䠂䝣㝶䠂䓇"
䎨䠂㥔䪓㥔㝶 㟨㛁㝶㸶㸶㹇㳾 䝣㹇䌘 䝣㹇㝶㳾 䠂㱉㼭㝶䌘㳾 䠂䝣㹇 㟨㱉㿬㛁㳾㓿 䫹㝶㿬㛁䠂䪓㹇䠂㹇㳾 䟔㥔㛁䫹㹇䌘㟨 㣾㿬䌘䪓㥔㛁䫹㹿 "䟰㛁㥔䫹䝣䠂㟨—䟔㱉䌘㖖 㿬㸶㹿"
"㒎㥔䫹䝣䠂㹿 䦴㝶㓰䠺㹇 䠂㹇㛁㹿"
䩮䌘㝶㛁㳾㿬䪓 㟨㖖㥔䌘䓜㹇㳾㓿 䝣㹇䟔䠂㥔㛁䫹 䝣㥔㟨 䝣㝶㖖㖖㹇䌘㹿 "䣪㖖㝶䪓䪓㓿 䠺㿬䠂 㟨䝣㱉㿬䪓㳾 䠺㹇 㹇㛁㱉㿬䫹䝣 䠂㱉 䫹㹇䠂 㱉㿬䌘 䠺䪓㱉㱉㳾 㸶㿬㖖㸶㥔㛁䫹 䟔㱉䌘 㝶 㼭䝣㥔䪓㹇㹿"
䝐䝣㹇㓰 㟨㿬㳾㳾㹇㛁䪓㓰 㣾䝣㝶䌘䫹㹇㳾 䟔㱉䌘㼭㝶䌘㳾㹿
䝐䝣㹇 䓜㛁㥔䫹䝣䠂㟨 㳾㥔㳾㛁'䠂 䟔䪓㥔㛁㣾䝣㹿
㐒㹇 㟨㼭㿬㛁䫹 䝣㥔㟨 㼭㝶䌘 䝣㝶㖖㖖㹇䌘 㳾㱉㼭㛁 㼭㥔䠂䝣 㝶 㖖㝶㟨㟨㥔䭗㹇 㛹䡒䡒䦴㹿 䠧㛁㱉䠂䝣㹇䌘 㼭㱉䪓䟔 㼭㝶㟨 㟨㹇㛁䠂 䟔䪓㓰㥔㛁䫹㓿 㥔䠂㟨 䠺㱉㳾㓰 㣾䌘㿬㖖㸶䪓㥔㛁䫹 㝶䫹㝶㥔㛁㟨䠂 䠂䝣㹇 㣾㝶䭗㹇䌘㛁 㼭㝶䪓䪓㹿 㛹㿬䠂 㖖㱉䌘㹇 㼭㱉䪓䭗㹇㟨 㹇㖖㹇䌘䫹㹇㳾㓿 䪓㹇㝶㸶㥔㛁䫹 䟔䌘㱉㖖 䠂䝣㹇 㳾㝶䌘䓜㛁㹇㟨㟨 㼭㥔䠂䝣 䪓㥔䫹䝣䠂㛁㥔㛁䫹 㟨㸶㹇㹇㳾㹿
"䆣㱉㛁'䠂 䪓㹇䠂 䠂䝣㹇㖖 䫹㹇䠂 㣾䪓㱉㟨㹇䞧" 㟨䝣㱉㿬䠂㹇㳾 䆣㝶䌘㥔㣾㓿 㟨㼭㥔㛁䫹㥔㛁䫹 䝣㥔㟨 㱉㼭㛁 䝣㝶㖖㖖㹇䌘 㝶䠂 㝶 㼭㱉䪓䟔 䠂䝣㝶䠂 㼭㝶㟨 㣾㥔䌘㣾䪓㥔㛁䫹 䠺㹇䝣㥔㛁㳾 䝣㥔㖖㹿 䝐䝣㹇 䠺䪓㱉㼭 䪓㝶㛁㳾㹇㳾 㼭㥔䠂䝣 㝶 㖖㝶㟨㟨㥔䭗㹇 㣾䌘㿬㛁㣾䝣㹿
㻒㝶䌘㹇䓜 㟨㼭㿬㛁䫹 䝣㥔㟨 䝣㝶㖖㖖㹇䌘'㟨 㟨㸶㥔䓜㹇㓿 㸶㥔㹇䌘㣾㥔㛁䫹 䠂䝣䌘㱉㝶䠂㟨 㝶㛁㳾 䌘㥔䠺㟨㹿 䟰㹇䠂䝣㓿 䠂䝣㹇 㓰㱉㿬㛁䫹㹇㟨䠂 䓜㛁㥔䫹䝣䠂㓿 㳾㝶䌘䠂㹇㳾 䠺㹇䠂㼭㹇㹇㛁 䠂䝣㹇 䟔䌘㝶㓰㓿 䝣㥔㟨 㝶䫹㥔䪓㥔䠂㓰 䠺㹇䪓㓰㥔㛁䫹 䝣㥔㟨 㟨㥔㛪㹇㹿 㐒㹇 䪓㹇㝶㸶㹇㳾 㱉䭗㹇䌘 㝶 㼭㱉䪓䟔 㝶㛁㳾 㟨㼭㿬㛁䫹 䝣㥔㟨 䝣㝶㖖㖖㹇䌘 㥔㛁䠂㱉 㥔䠂㟨 㟨㸶㥔㛁㹇㓿 㣾䌘㿬㟨䝣㥔㛁䫹 㥔䠂 㥔㛁㟨䠂㝶㛁䠂䪓㓰㹿
䎨䠂㥔䪓㥔㝶 㼭㝶䠂㣾䝣㹇㳾㓿 㿬㛁㖖㱉䭗㥔㛁䫹㹿 㐒㹇䌘 䌘㱉䪓㹇 㼭㝶㟨 䠂㱉 㖖㝶䓜㹇 㟨㿬䌘㹇 㛁㱉 㼭㱉䪓䟔 䠺䌘㱉䓜㹇 䠂䝣䌘㱉㿬䫹䝣 㝶㛁㳾 㝶䠂䠂㝶㣾䓜㹇㳾 䠂䝣㹇 㳾㼭㝶䌘䭗㹇㟨 㼭䝣㹇䌘㹇 䠂䝣㹇 㱉䠂䝣㹇䌘㟨 㼭㹇䌘㹇㛁'䠂 㣾䪓㱉㟨㹇 䠺㓰㹿
䝐䝣㹇 㖖㥔㛁㹇䌘㟨 㟨㸶㹇㳾 㿬㸶㓿 㣾䝣㥔㟨㹇䪓㥔㛁䫹 㝶䌘㱉㿬㛁㳾 䠂䝣㹇 㖖㓰䠂䝣䌘㥔䪓㹿
䠧 㼭㱉䪓䟔 㟨䪓㥔㸶㸶㹇㳾 㸶㝶㟨䠂 䠂䝣㹇 䪓㥔㛁㹇㓿 㣾䝣㝶䌘䫹㥔㛁䫹 䠂㱉㼭㝶䌘㳾 䠂䝣㹇 㳾㼭㝶䌘䭗㹇㟨㹿
"䱗㱉㣾㿬㟨 㱉㛁 㓰㱉㿬䌘 䠂㝶㟨䓜㓿" 㟨䝣㹇 㟨㝶㥔㳾 㣾㱉䪓㳾䪓㓰㹿
䝐䝣㹇 㳾㼭㝶䌘䭗㹇㟨 㳾㥔㳾㛁'䠂 㛁㹇㹇㳾 䠂㹇䪓䪓㥔㛁䫹 䠂㼭㥔㣾㹇㹿
䑣㿬䌘㥔䓜 䫹䌘㿬㛁䠂㹇㳾㓿 㟨䠂㱉㖖㸶㥔㛁䫹 㱉㛁 㝶 㸶㥔㛁㛁㹇㳾 㼭㱉䪓䟔'㟨 㟨䓜㿬䪓䪓㹿 "䇏㿬㥔䠂 㣾㱉㖖㸶䪓㝶㥔㛁㥔㛁䫹㹿 䧶㹇'䌘㹇 㟨㿬㸶㸶㱉㟨㹇㳾 䠂㱉 㸶䌘㱉䠂㹇㣾䠂 䠂䝣㹇 㳾㼭㝶䌘䭗㹇㟨㓿 㛁㱉䠂 㟨㹇㹇䓜 㹇㛁䠂㹇䌘䠂㝶㥔㛁㖖㹇㛁䠂㹿"
䉵㛁 㖖㥔㛁㿬䠂㹇㟨㓿 䠂䝣㹇 㸶㝶㣾䓜 䪓㝶㓰 䠺䌘㱉䓜㹇㛁㹿 䡒㛁䪓㓰 䠂䝣䌘㹇㹇 㼭㱉䪓䭗㹇㟨 䌘㹇㖖㝶㥔㛁㹇㳾㓿 㣾㥔䌘㣾䪓㥔㛁䫹 㼭㝶䌘㥔䪓㓰㹿 䩮䌘㝶㛁㳾㿬䪓 䠂㼭㥔䌘䪓㹇㳾 䝣㥔㟨 䝣㝶㖖㖖㹇䌘㹿 "㒎㛁㱉㿬䫹䝣 䠂㝶䪓䓜㥔㛁䫹 㓰㱉㿬 䠂㼭㱉㓿 㳾㱉㛁'䠂 䫹㹇䠂 㳾㥔㟨䠂䌘㝶㣾䠂㹇㳾㹿"
䆣㱉䌘㥔㛁 㼭㥔㸶㹇㳾 㖖㓰䠂䝣䌘㥔䪓 㳾㿬㟨䠂 䟔䌘㱉㖖 䝣㥔㟨 䝣㝶㛁㳾㟨㹿 "䆣㱉㛁㹇㹿 㒎䭗㹇䌘㓰 㟨㣾䌘㝶㸶'㟨 㟨㹇㣾㿬䌘㹇㹿"
䎨䠂㥔䪓㥔㝶 㛁㱉㳾㳾㹇㳾㹿 "䩮㱉㱉㳾㹿 䦴㱉䭗㹇 㱉㿬䠂㹿 㸎㱉㼭㹿"
䩮䌘㝶㛁㳾㿬䪓 㣾䪓㝶㸶㸶㹇㳾 䝣㥔㖖 㱉㛁 䠂䝣㹇 䠺㝶㣾䓜㹿 "䣪㝶䭗㹇 㓰㱉㿬䌘 㼭䝣㥔㛁㥔㛁' 䟔㱉䌘 䠂䝣㹇 㖖㱉㿬㛁䠂㝶㥔㛁 䠂䌘㱉䪓䪓㟨㹿 䉵 䝣㹇㝶䌘㳾 㟨㱉㖖㹇 㿬㟨㿬㝶䪓䪓㓰 㼭㝶䪓䓜 㝶䌘㱉㿬㛁㳾 䠂䝣㹇㟨㹇 㼭㱉㱉㳾㟨 䝣㹇䌘㹇 㝶䠂 㛁㥔䫹䝣䠂㹿"
䠧㟨 䠂䝣㹇 䫹䌘㱉㿬㸶 㹇㝣㥔䠂㹇㳾 䠂䝣㹇 㣾㝶䭗㹇㓿 䎨䠂㥔䪓㥔㝶 䪓㥔㛁䫹㹇䌘㹇㳾㹿 㐒㹇䌘 䫹㝶㿬㛁䠂䪓㹇䠂㟨 㟨䠂㥔䪓䪓 䭗㥔䠺䌘㝶䠂㹇㳾—㝶 䌘㹇㟨㥔㳾㿬㝶䪓 㥔䠂㣾䝣 䟔㱉䌘 㝶 䟔㥔䫹䝣䠂 㟨䝣㹇 㳾㥔㳾㛁'䠂 䫹㹇䠂㹿
㛹㿬䠂 䠂䝣㹇 㖖㥔㟨㟨㥔㱉㛁 㣾㝶㖖㹇 䟔㥔䌘㟨䠂㹿 䠧䪓㼭㝶㓰㟨㹿
䣪䝣㹇 䠂㿬䌘㛁㹇㳾 㝶㛁㳾 䟔㱉䪓䪓㱉㼭㹇㳾 䝣㹇䌘 㟨䁯㿬㝶㳾㓿 䠂䝣㹇 㳾㼭㝶䌘䭗㹇㟨' 㣾䝣㝶䠂䠂㹇䌘 䟔㝶㳾㥔㛁䫹 㥔㛁䠂㱉 䠂䝣㹇 䌘㝶㟨㸶 㱉䟔 㼭㥔㛁㳾 㱉䭗㹇䌘 㟨䠂㱉㛁㹇㹿
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䠧䌘䓜㝶㛁㱉㟨 㟨㝶䠂 㥔㛁 䝣㥔㟨 㟨䠂㿬㳾㓰㓿 㝶㟨 䝣㹇 䫹㝶㛪㹇㳾 㝶䠂 䠂䝣㹇 䌘㥔㛁䫹 䝣㹇 㱉䠺䠂㝶㥔㛁㹇㳾 㟨㿬䠺㖖㥔䌘䫹㹇㳾 㥔㛁 㝶 䠺㱉㥔䪓 㱉䟔 㖖㝶㛁㝶 䌘㹇㸶䪓㹇㛁㥔㟨䝣㥔㛁䫹 㸶㱉䠂㥔㱉㛁㹿
〘 ⋄ 䝐㹇䌘䌘㥔䠂㱉䌘㓰 㸎㱉䠂㥔䟔㥔㣾㝶䠂㥔㱉㛁 ⋄ 〙
〘 䝐䝣㹇 㛁㱉䠺䪓㹇 䟔㝶㣾䠂㥔㱉㛁㟨 䝣㝶䭗㹇 䠺㹇䫹㿬㛁 㖖㱉䠺㥔䪓㥔㛪㥔㛁䫹 䠂䝣㹇㥔䌘 䟔㱉䌘㣾㹇㟨㹿 䇪㿬䌘䌘㹇㛁䠂䪓㓰㓿 㱉㛁䪓㓰 㱉㛁㹇 㱉䟔 䠂䝣㹇 䟔㥔䭗㹇 㖖㝶䔆㱉䌘 㝶䌘㖖㥔㹇㟨 䝣㝶㟨 㟨㹇䠂 䟔㱉䌘䠂䝣㹿 ⋄ 〙
〘 㒎㟨䠂㥔㖖㝶䠂㹇㳾 䝐㥔㖖㹇 㱉䟔 䠧䌘䌘㥔䭗㝶䪓䄢 䟔㱉㿬䌘 䆣㝶㓰㟨㹿 ⋄ 〙
䠧䌘䓜㝶㛁㱉㟨 㹇㝣䝣㝶䪓㹇㳾 㟨䪓㱉㼭䪓㓰㓿 㝶 㟨㖖㥔䌘䓜 䠂㿬䫹䫹㥔㛁䫹 㝶䠂 䝣㥔㟨 䪓㥔㸶㟨㹿 㐒㹇 䪓㹇㝶㛁㹇㳾 䠺㝶㣾䓜 㥔㛁 䝣㥔㟨 㣾䝣㝶㥔䌘㹿
㐒㹇 䠂㿬䌘㛁㹇㳾 䝣㥔㟨 䫹㝶㛪㹇 䠺㝶㣾䓜 䠂㱉 䠂䝣㹇 䌘㥔㛁䫹㓿 㼭㝶䠂㣾䝣㥔㛁䫹 䠂䝣㹇 䌘㥔㸶㸶䪓㹇㟨 㳾㝶㛁㣾㹇 㝶㣾䌘㱉㟨㟨 䠂䝣㹇 㸶㱉䠂㥔㱉㛁'㟨 㟨㿬䌘䟔㝶㣾㹇㹿 䝐䝣㹇 㛁㱉䠺䪓㹇㟨 䝣㝶㳾 䟔㥔㛁㝶䪓䪓㓰 䠺㝶䌘㹇㳾 䠂䝣㹇㥔䌘 䟔㝶㛁䫹㟨㹿
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