Reborn As Noble

Chapter 1267: A Deep, Guttural Roar ( 1267 )

“Leader!!”

“What?” Hanarak glanced at one of his subordinates, his voice tense.

“You should leave this place, Leader. It’s not safe here.”

“No…” Hanarak shook his head, his grip tightening on his blades. “I can’t abandon everything I’ve built without fighting back. This base, our resources, our reputation, I won’t let Armand take it all without a fight!”

“But Leader!” one of his subordinates protested, his voice trembling. “The enemy is overwhelming us. We can’t win this!”

Hanarak gritted his jaw, his eyes burning with fury.

Damn!

Why the hell is Armand intervening in this? This was none of their business! We weren’t targeting them! We were just fulfilling a contract! We were hired to take out a Mathrias noble, not to provoke a war with Armand!

Shit!

Now everything is a mess!

Hanarak glanced at the body of his subordinate lying at the bottom of the staircase, riddled with countless wounds from unknown magic projectiles.

Shit, shit, shit.

He turned to two of his subordinates.

“You and you, go through the first door and head to our summoner units. Tell them to summon a monster rift. We need to buy time and keep them busy.”

“Yes, Leader!” The two subordinates gave a full salute before rushing toward the door, opening it, and disappearing inside.

Hanarak turned to two more subordinates.

“You and you. Use the second door and head to the dark magic room. Activate the special artifact.”

The subordinates’ eyes widened in surprise. “B… but Leader… that thing… if we summon it, it will be too dangerous. It’s beyond our control.”

“Stop thinking about it now! Just follow my orders if you want to survive this!”

“Y… yes, Leader!” They saluted and rushed toward the second door, their footsteps echoing as they disappeared into the corridor.

His assistant walked toward Hanarak, his voice urgent.

“Leader, you should leave this place now and let us handle it.”

“I… I can’t! We must fight Armand and kill as many of their personnel as we can. I’m sure Alf sent the assassins from the Shadow House. If we kill enough of their stronger assassins, the House of Hanarak will reach the top. We will be known and feared as their equal, or even stronger!”

“But Leader!” the assistant insisted, his voice desperate. “Those summoned demons from the special artifact are not something we can control at all. If you die here, the House of Hanarak will cease to exist. Everything we’ve built will be lost!”

Hanarak gritted his jaw again.

Shit.

What he said is true.

If I die, everything I’ve built crumbles. But if I just run like this, I don’t know how long it will take to rebuild something like this. And I’m sure the Shadow House will hunt me down.

They won’t let me go.

I don’t know how they got intel on this place.

Shit, shit, shit.

This place is secluded and unknown to anyone. Not even the current King Klimar knows the location of our base.

So how did Armand find us here?

Do we have… a traitor among us? A double agent?

No… I don’t have time to find out who the traitor is.

He glanced at his assistant, suspicion flickering in his eyes. He was about to swing his dark aura blade toward him when a mana missile streaked through the open floor door and exploded in the center of the room.

The blast wave threw everyone inside, including Hanarak, against the walls. The room filled with smoke and debris, the screams of his dying subordinates echoing briefly before falling silent.

Hanarak blinked, his vision hazy from the explosion. He glanced around and saw his assistant lying lifeless nearby, his body torn apart by the blast. Blood pooled beneath him, and his eyes stared blankly at the ceiling.

He glanced around again, his vision still blurry, and noticed a figure stepping toward him through the smoke and debris.

Am I going to die here… just like this?

He searched frantically for his blade, his fingers finally gripping the hilt of one of his dark aura blades. But before he could stand, he heard a weak voice.

“L… Leader… please leave this place.”

Two of his surviving subordinates rushed to his side, lifting him up. One of them grabbed Hanarak’s other blade from the floor, while the other hurriedly opened a hidden emergency escape door.

“Leader! Let’s leave this place. Now!”

Hanarak, assisted by his two subordinates, limped toward the door. They moved quickly into the dark underground passage, one of them lighting the path with a glowing crystal.

Once they reached a deeper level, they stopped to let Hanarak rest. One of the subordinates immediately began channeling a dark healing spell, the energy seeping into Hanarak’s wounds.

“Shit…” Hanarak muttered, leaning against the cold stone wall.

“Leader… don’t move until we finish healing you.”

Hanarak gritted his teeth, enduring the pain as the dark magic knitted his flesh back together. The wound on his stomach slowly closed, the torn skin mending under the dark glow.

“Once we get out of this place, we’ll head south, then northeast.”

“Yes, Leader.”

After a while, the huge wound on his stomach was fully closed, leaving only a faint scar.

“Leader, can you walk?”

Hanarak nodded and was about to stand when the ground shook violently. The walls trembled, and a deep, guttural roar echoed from above.

He smirked darkly. “Looks like our unit managed to summon that demon, huh?”

“Yes, Leader. We should leave this place now. It’s too dangerous to stay here, especially with that thing loose.”

“Hmm… we leave this place now.”

One of his subordinates raised his palm and summoned three hell hounds, their eyes glowing with dark fire. He commanded them to move ahead, scouting the path and ensuring it was clear before they followed.

Meanwhile…

Outside.

Armand soldiers began firing at a huge, unknown dark aura monster that emerged from the side of the base. It was massive, bulky, and shrouded in a swirling dark aura, wielding a weapon made of pure darkness.

Attack helicopters flew higher, creating distance while launching mana missiles toward the monster. The missiles struck its body, but the dark aura absorbed most of the impact, leaving only shallow wounds.

Snipers from a great distance peered through their scopes, firing mana sniper rifles at the monster’s weak points, but its aura seemed to deflect even their precise shots.

One of them tapped the mana talkie on his ear, his voice urgent but controlled.

“Your Highness! We have an unknown, massive dark aura monster on the field! It emerged from the base and is resisting our attacks! Dark aura, heavily armed. Requesting further orders!”

The golden knight tilted his head.

“Monster?”

“Yes, Your Highness,” the sniper confirmed. “What are your orders?”

The golden knight let out a long exhale before unsheathing a huge golden sword, channeling his mana. The core on his chest began to spin, glowing with intense energy, while mana crackled across his full armor, glowing with a brilliant light from within.

“Is it big?”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

Javier chuckled, excitement lacing his voice.

“Nice! Looks like I have a target to try out this knight’s full power. Let’s see how well it handles a real challenge.”

( End Of Chapter )

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䩈䪍㖯㮻䆿䩈㰪䖡㰪䆿

䉯䱣䆿

“㪇㩕 㮻㰪㺡 㖯㩕 㺡㖯䇷 䅪㢈㖯䆿 㮻 㮪㖯㰪䅪䆿䉯㴨 㴨䪍㩕䆿㑣 㮻䆿䆿㮻䩈㔷 㮻㰪�

䩈㴨䇷䅪䐃 䪍䆿 䪍㮪㮪䉯�

䪍㮻䆿䉯䱣㺡䵋 䟉㖯㰪’䆿 䱣䉯䆿 䪍䆿 䅪䇷㮪㮪㖯㰪 㮻㰪㺡䆿䐃䪍㰪䖡 䉯䱣䅪䉯䵋 㾈㖯䩈䇷䅪 㩕䪍㴨䉯 㖯㰪 䆿䐃䉯 㴨䪍㩕䆿 䪍㩕 㺡㖯䇷 䅪䉯䉯 㖯㰪䉯䵋”

“䡮䅪 㺡㖯䇷 䩈㖯㮪㮪㮻㰪�

㑣 㺼㖯䇷㴨 䰷䪍䖡䐃㰪䉯䅪䅪䵋”

䐃㮻�

䩈䖡䱣䉯㮻㰪�

㖯㰪�

㼖

䐃䆿䉯

㰪䇷䴯䉯�

㴨

㵻䅪㮻䪍䅪㮪䉯

㼖䩈䐃䐃䪍

㖯㢈㰪㮻䉯㼖

䆿䪍

㮻�

㰪

㴨䆿䅪䱣䪍㮻

㑣䆿㴨䅪㰪䉯㖯㮪

䪍䆿䅪

㮻㰪�

㮻㔷�

㴨

䵋㴨䪍䇷㰪

㔷㴨䪍㑣䆿䉯䅪䅪

䉯㰪㺡㮻㴨䴯

䇷㴨�

㮻㰪㖯

㴨䩈䱣䉯㮪䴯䇷�

㩕㖯

䅪䪍䆿

㮻㰪�

㴨㰪䩈䐃䪍䅪䇷䖡

䆿䉯㑣㖯䇷䐃䩈�

䉯㴨䇷㰪�

㮻䇷㮻㴨

㴨䊄䪍䉯㵻㮻

䱣㮪䅪㴨�

䪍㰪㖯䉯䖡

䆿䪍

䉯䪍㰪䖡㵻㺡䆿䉯㴨䐃

䉯䖡㮻㴨㑣

㴨㔷�

㮻

䪍䪍㼖㰪䅪㰪䖡䖡

㵻䱣䪍䖡㰪䉯㮻

㖯䎹㴨䉯䅪㼖

䇷㰪䅪䱣䖡䴯䵋�

䪍䪍

䆿䉯䐃

㖯䆿

䉯䴯䇷䖡㰪

䆿㮻

䉯䉯㮪䆿䱣�

“䕾㼖㼖䵋 㡙㖯 �

䪍䅪䖡䇷䅪䆿䪍㰪䖡䵋”

䊄㮻㵻䪍䉯㴨 䅪䐃㖯㖯㔷 䐃䪍䅪 䐃䉯㮻�

䴯䉯㩕㖯㴨䉯 䴯㖯䆿䐃 䐃䪍䅪 䖡㖯䱣�

䉯㰪 䅪㼖㖯㴨�

䅪 㵻㮻㰪䪍䅪䐃䉯�

㩕㴨㖯㮪 䐃䪍䅪 䐃㮻㰪�

䅪䵋

㰪㖯

�

䆿㰪’㖯

䅪㖯䅪䖡䆿䆿㴨㰪䉯

䆿䪍㰪䖡䐃㔷

㼖㮻㺡

䪍㰪䉯㮪䆿㖯䖡䅪䐃

䐃㮻䅪

䉯䉯㰪㵻

䆿䪍

㪇

㰪䆿㔷䪍䐃

䱣䪍”䱣㰪䅪䵋㮻䆿䉯�

㪇

䐃䆿㑣㮻䆿

䇷㖯䆿䐃䩈

䖡䖡㰪䪍㖯

䐃䎹'”䅪䉯䉯㴨

䱣䖡�

㖯䉯㰪

䉯䪍䱣㔷

䆿㖯

䐃㩕䆿䖡䪍

㮻㰪㼖䆿

㩕䪍

㰪㮻�

䐃䆿䉯

䇷䉯䅪㴨㰪

䪍䅪䆿䐃

䉯㮻䵋䖡㰪㴨

䉯䱣䅪䩈㖯

䅪䅪䱣㢈䉯䱣

䆿㖯

㮻㴨㴨䴯䪍䉯㴨

䪍䉯㰪䉯䉯㩕�

㵻䅪

‘㪇㮪

䰷䉯 㴨㮻䪍䅪䉯�

䐃䪍䅪 㢈㮻䱣㮪㑣 㮻䪍㮪䪍㰪䖡 䆿㖯㼖㮻㴨�

䆿䐃䉯 㮪㖯㰪䅪䆿䉯㴨 䴯䉯䱣㖯㼖䵋 䰷䪍䅪 㢈㮻䱣㮪 䴯䉯䖡㮻㰪 䖡䱣㖯㼖䪍㰪䖡 㼖䪍䆿䐃 䖡㖯䱣�

䉯㰪 㮻㰪�

㼖䐃䪍䆿䉯 䱣䪍䖡䐃䆿㑣 㩕㖯㴨㮪䪍㰪䖡 㮻 䅪㼖䪍㴨䱣䪍㰪䖡 䅪㢈䐃䉯㴨䉯 㖯㩕 䉯㰪䉯㴨䖡㺡 䪍㰪 㩕㴨㖯㰪䆿 㖯㩕 䪍䆿㑣 䩈㴨㮻䩈㔷䱣䪍㰪䖡 㼖䪍䆿䐃 㢈䇷㴨䉯 㴨㮻�

䪍㮻㰪䆿 䉯㰪䉯㴨䖡㺡䵋

“㡙䪍㰪䩈䉯 䪍䆿’䅪 �

㮻㴨㔷 㢈㖯㼖䉯㴨… 䱣䉯䆿’䅪 㩕䪍䖡䐃䆿 䪍䆿 㼖䪍䆿䐃 䱣䪍䖡䐃䆿 㢈㖯㼖䉯㴨䵋 䊄䇷䅪䆿 䱣䪍㔷䉯 䆿䐃䉯 䩈䉯䱣䉯䅪䆿䪍㮻䱣 㩕䪍䱣䆿䐃 䴯䉯㩕㖯㴨䉯䵋”

䐃䎹䉯

㖯㴨㢈䉯㼖

䅪㮻㴨䉯㩕㑣䆿

䉯㮻䐃�

㰪㰪䩈䉯䱣

䪍㰪

㰪䉯䩈䆿㴨䉯

䉯㮪䉯㰪㮪䪍䅪

㰪�

㖯䖡䉯䱣

䪍㔷㮻䩈㴨䩈䖡䱣㰪

䉯㖯䩈㴨

䉯䆿䴯㑣㴨䪍䐃䖡㴨

䩈䉯䐃䅪䆿

㢈䅪㰪䇷

䉯䆿䐃

㮻䆿䆿㮻䩈㔷䵋

㮻䅪

㺡䖡䉯䉯㴨㰪

䆿䪍㰪㖯

㖯㩕

䐃䆿䉯

䐃䪍㼖䆿

㼖䱣㰪䪍䖡䖡㖯

䆿䐃䉯

䪍䆿

䖡㰪䆿䪍䅪’䐃㔷

“㛧㮻㰪… 㪇’㮪 �

䪍䅪㮻㢈㢈㖯䪍㰪䆿䉯�

䵋” 䊄㮻㵻䪍䉯㴨 㮪䇷㮪䴯䱣䉯�

㑣 䅪䐃㮻㔷䪍㰪䖡 䐃䪍䅪 䐃䉯㮻�

䵋 “㪇 㴨䉯㮻䱣䱣㺡 䆿䐃㖯䇷䖡䐃䆿 㪇’�

䐃㮻㵻䉯 㮻 䩈䐃㮻㰪䩈䉯 䆿㖯 䆿䉯䅪䆿 䆿䐃䉯 䖡㖯䱣�

䉯㰪 㔷㰪䪍䖡䐃䆿’䅪 䉯㰪�

䇷㴨㮻㰪䩈䉯㑣 㮻㴨㮪㖯㴨㑣 㮻㰪�

䩈㖯㮪䴯㮻䆿 㮻䴯䪍䱣䪍䆿䪍䉯䅪䵋 䧨䇷䆿 䱣㖯㖯㔷䪍㰪䖡 㮻䆿 䐃㖯㼖 �

䪍䅪䖡䇷䅪䆿䪍㰪䖡 䆿䐃㮻䆿 䆿䐃䪍㰪䖡 䪍䅪… 㪇 䩈䐃㮻㰪䖡䉯�

㮪㺡 㮪䪍㰪�

䵋”

䰷䉯 䱣䉯䆿 㖯䇷䆿 㮻 䅪㖯㩕䆿 䅪䪍䖡䐃䵋

㔷䰷㰪㮻㴨㮻㮻

䱣䉯䐃㼖䪍

㼖㮻㺡㰪㺡䡮㑣”

䐃䇷䉯䖡

㪇䱣’䱣

㰪䪍䅪㩕䐃䪍

㴨䉯䉯䵋䐃

�

㖯䆿’㰪

㖯㴨

䉯䉯㢈㮻䩈䅪

㪇’㮪

㮻㰪㼖䆿

㼖䆿䐃䪍

㪇

㖯䴯䉯䱣㢈㮪㴨

䆿㖯

㮻㺡䖡㢈㰪䱣䪍

䉯䪍䆿㮪

㪇

㵻䐃䉯㮻

䉯㰪㖯

䐃㮻㴨䉯”䵋㾈䆿

㮻㰪�

㖯㴨䇷㑣

㮻

䆿㖯

䆿䅪䐃䪍

䉯䇷䖡䅪䅪

䪍䆿’䅪

䎹䐃䉯 㼖䐃䪍䆿䉯 䱣䪍䖡䐃䆿 䅪㢈䐃䉯㴨䉯 䩈㴨㮻䩈㔷䱣䪍㰪䖡 㼖䪍䆿䐃 㢈㖯㼖䉯㴨 㩕䪍㰪䪍䅪䐃䉯�

䩈䐃㮻㴨䖡䪍㰪䖡㑣 䖡䱣㖯㼖䪍㰪䖡 䪍㰪䆿䉯㰪䅪䉯䱣㺡 㮻䅪 䪍䆿 䐃㖯㵻䉯㴨䉯�

䴯䉯㩕㖯㴨䉯 䆿䐃䉯 䖡㖯䱣�

䉯㰪 㔷㰪䪍䖡䐃䆿’䅪 㢈㮻䱣㮪䵋

䊄㮻㵻䪍䉯㴨 㴨䉯䱣䉯㮻䅪䉯�

䆿䐃䉯 䱣䪍䖡䐃䆿 䅪㢈䐃䉯㴨䉯 䆿㖯㼖㮻㴨�

䆿䐃䉯 㮪㖯㰪䅪䆿䉯㴨䵋 㪇䆿 䅪䐃㖯䆿 㩕㖯㴨㼖㮻㴨�

㼖䪍䆿䐃 䴯䱣䪍㰪�

䪍㰪䖡 䅪㢈䉯䉯�

㑣 㮻 䅪䆿㴨䉯㮻㔷 㖯㩕 㢈䇷㴨䉯 㼖䐃䪍䆿䉯 㮻㰪�

䖡㖯䱣�

䉯㰪䉯㴨䖡㺡 䆿䐃㮻䆿 䆿㖯㴨䉯 䆿䐃㴨㖯䇷䖡䐃 䆿䐃䉯 㮻䪍㴨 㮻㰪�

䅪䆿㴨䇷䩈㔷 䆿䐃䉯 㮪㖯㰪䅪䆿䉯㴨’䅪 䩈䐃䉯䅪䆿䵋 䎹䐃䉯 䅪㢈䐃䉯㴨䉯 䉯㬟㢈䱣㖯�

䉯�

䪍㰪䆿㖯 㮻 㮪㮻䅪䅪䪍㵻䉯 㩕䱣㮻䅪䐃 㖯㩕 㼖䐃䪍䆿䉯 䱣䪍䖡䐃䆿㑣 䉯㰪䖡䇷䱣㩕䪍㰪䖡 䆿䐃䉯 䩈㴨䉯㮻䆿䇷㴨䉯 䪍㰪 㮻 䅪䉯㮻㴨䪍㰪䖡 㼖㮻㵻䉯 㖯㩕 䉯㰪䉯㴨䖡㺡䵋

㰪䱣㺡㖯

䉯�

㑣㮻�

㩕

䱣䉯㰪㖯㮪㴨�

䖡䅪䪍

䆿䪍䐃䖡䱣

䆿䐃䉯

㴨㮻䪍䉯䉯㮪㰪�

㴨䅪㖯䐃䩈䩈�

䉯㑣

㰪㖯䉯䩈

㰪䪍䪍䆿䅪㴨䪍䖡�

㰪䖡䉯䆿㮻

㖯㖯䅪䵋䆿�

䆿䐃䉯

䪍䉯㮻㦡�

䖡㖯㰪

䪍䅪䆿

䉯䉯䐃㼖㴨

䅪㮻

䆿㖯

䅪䆿䪍

㖯䪍㰪䆿

㮻㔷�

㴨

䇷㴨䴯㰪

䆿䉯㖯㴨㰪䅪㮪

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䴯㺡㖯

䩈㮪㴨䉯䅪㮻

㮪㴨䅪㖯䉯㰪䆿

㴨㮪㩕㖯

䇷䆿㖯

䖡䴯㰪䉯㮻

䱣䖡㖯㰪㑣

㑣㵻㖯㴨㮻㢈㦡䉯䪍

䐃䜐㰪䉯

㮻

䅪㰪㰪㖯㰪䖡䆿䅪䐃䪍䉯䵋

㰪�

㮻

㮻㢈�

䩈䱣䉯㰪䅪㮻

䆿䉯䱣

䉯䎹䐃

“䜐䉯䱣䱣… 㪇 䴯䉯䱣䪍䉯㵻䉯 䆿䐃䪍䅪 䲖㖯䴯 䪍䅪 �

㖯㰪䉯䵋 䧨䇷䆿 㮪㮻㰪… 㰪㖯㼖 㼖䉯 䩈㮻㰪’䆿 䩈㮻㢈䆿䇷㴨䉯 㼖䐃㖯䉯㵻䉯㴨 䅪䇷㮪㮪㖯㰪䉯�

䆿䐃㮻䆿 �

䪍䅪䖡䇷䅪䆿䪍㰪䖡 䩈㴨䉯㮻䆿䇷㴨䉯 䆿㖯 䪍㰪㵻䉯䅪䆿䪍䖡㮻䆿䉯䵋 㪇 㼖㖯䇷䱣�

䐃㮻㵻䉯 䱣䪍㔷䉯�

䆿㖯 㔷㰪㖯㼖 㼖䐃㮻䆿 㔷䪍㰪�

㖯㩕 㮻㴨䆿䪍㩕㮻䩈䆿 㖯㴨 㴨䪍䆿䇷㮻䱣 䆿䐃䉯㺡 䇷䅪䉯�

䆿㖯 䴯㴨䪍㰪䖡 䅪㖯㮪䉯䆿䐃䪍㰪䖡 䱣䪍㔷䉯 䆿䐃㮻䆿 䐃䉯㴨䉯䵋”

䰷䉯 䉯㬟䐃㮻䱣䉯㑣 䅪䐃㮻㔷䪍㰪䖡 䐃䪍䅪 䐃䉯㮻�

䵋

㪇

䖡…㡙䪍䐃

㵻䐃䉯㮻

䆿㖯

䆿㴨䐃㮻㾈䉯

䱣䉯㮻㬟㢈㰪䪍

㴨䱣㖯䆿䉯䇷䴯

䆿㖯

㮻䉯㴨䆿㩕

㖯䉯㮻㴨䐃䆿㰪

䵋䆿䅪䐃䪍

䊄㮻㵻䪍䉯㴨 䖡䱣㮻㰪䩈䉯�

㮻㴨㖯䇷㰪�

䆿䐃䉯 㮻㴨䉯㮻㑣 䅪䩈㮻㰪㰪䪍㰪䖡 䆿䐃䉯 㴨䇷䪍㰪䅪㑣 䴯䉯㩕㖯㴨䉯 㮻 㴨䉯㮻䱣䪍㦡㮻䆿䪍㖯㰪 䅪䆿㴨䇷䩈㔷 䐃䪍㮪䵋

“䡮䐃 䩈㴨㮻㢈… 㪇 䅪䐃㖯䇷䱣�

㩕䪍㰪�

㼖䐃䉯㴨䉯 䰷㮻㰪㮻㴨㮻㔷 䪍䅪 䉯䅪䩈㮻㢈䪍㰪䖡 䆿㖯䵋 㪇’㮪 䅪䇷㴨䉯 䆿䐃䉯㺡 䴯䇷䪍䱣䆿 㮻㰪 䇷㰪�

䉯㴨䖡㴨㖯䇷㰪�

䉯㮪䉯㴨䖡䉯㰪䩈㺡 䉯䅪䩈㮻㢈䉯 㴨㖯䇷䆿䉯䵋 䡮䱣㩕 㮻㰪�

䆿䐃䉯 㡙䐃㮻�

㖯㼖 䑏䉯㮻�

䉯㴨 㮪䉯㰪䆿䪍㖯㰪䉯�

䪍䆿’䅪 䅪䆿㮻㰪�

㮻㴨�

㩕㖯㴨 㮻㰪㺡 㮪㮻䲖㖯㴨 㮻䅪䅪㮻䅪䅪䪍㰪 䴯㮻䅪䉯 䆿㖯 䐃㮻㵻䉯 㮪䇷䱣䆿䪍㢈䱣䉯 䉯䅪䩈㮻㢈䉯 䆿䇷㰪㰪䉯䱣䅪䵋”

䩈�

䩈㔷䐃䇷䱣䉯

䅪䱣㩕䵋㖯㺡䆿

䰷䉯

“㺼䉯㮻䐃… 䪍㩕 䪍䆿 㼖䉯㴨䉯 㮪䉯㑣 㪇’�

䩈㴨䉯㮻䆿䉯 㮻㰪 䉯䅪䩈㮻㢈䉯 㴨㖯䇷䆿䉯 䆿㖯㖯䵋 䎹䐃䉯 䡮㴨㮪㮻㰪�

䕾䅪䆿㮻䆿䉯 䐃㮻䅪 䆿䐃䉯 䅪㮻㮪䉯 䆿䐃䪍㰪䖡㑣 䴯䇷䆿 㖯䇷㴨䅪 䪍䅪 �

䪍㩕㩕䉯㴨䉯㰪䆿䵋 䜐䉯 䐃㮻㵻䉯 䆿䐃䉯 㮪㮻䪍㰪 䴯㮻㴨㴨㮻䩈㔷䅪 䲖䇷䅪䆿 䴯䉯䐃䪍㰪�

䆿䐃䉯 䉯䅪䆿㮻䆿䉯㑣 㮻㰪�

㖯㩕 䩈㖯䇷㴨䅪䉯㑣 㮻䱣䱣 㮪㺡 㔷㰪䪍䖡䐃䆿䅪 䅪䆿㮻㰪�

䪍㰪䖡 䖡䇷㮻㴨�

䱣䪍㔷䉯 䅪䆿㮻䆿䇷䉯䅪㑣 㮻䱣䉯㴨䆿 䆿㖯 㮻㰪㺡 䪍㰪䆿㴨䇷�

䉯㴨㑣 㮻䱣㖯㰪䖡 㼖䪍䆿䐃 䆿䐃䉯 䴯㮻䆿䆿䱣䉯 �

㴨㖯㰪䉯䅪 㮻㰪�

㮻䇷䆿㖯㮪㮻䆿䉯�

�

䉯㩕䉯㰪䅪䉯 䅪㺡䅪䆿䉯㮪䅪䵋”

䰷䉯 䅪䩈㴨㮻䆿䩈䐃䉯�

䆿䐃䉯 䖡㖯䱣�

䉯㰪 㔷㰪䪍䖡䐃䆿’䅪 䐃䉯䱣㮪䉯䆿 䆿䐃㖯䇷䖡䐃䆿㩕䇷䱣䱣㺡䵋

“㼖…㑆㖯

㴨䉯䐃㼖䉯

䰷”㮻㮻㰪㛣㮻㴨㔷

䅪䪍

䊄㮻㵻䪍䉯㴨 㮻䩈䆿䪍㵻㮻䆿䉯�

㮻䱣䱣 �

䉯䆿䉯䩈䆿䪍㖯㰪 䅪㺡䅪䆿䉯㮪䅪 㖯㰪 䆿䐃䉯 䖡㖯䱣�

䉯㰪 㔷㰪䪍䖡䐃䆿㑣 䅪䩈㮻㰪㰪䪍㰪䖡 䆿䐃䉯 䖡㴨㖯䇷㰪�

㩕㖯㴨 䐃䉯㮻䆿 䅪䪍䖡㰪㮻䆿䇷㴨䉯䅪㑣 㮪㮻㰪㮻 䆿㴨㮻䩈䉯䅪㑣 㮻㰪�

㮪㖯㵻䉯㮪䉯㰪䆿 㢈㮻䆿䆿䉯㴨㰪䅪 䴯䉯㰪䉯㮻䆿䐃 䆿䐃䉯 䅪䇷㴨㩕㮻䩈䉯䵋

㛧䉯㮻㰪㼖䐃䪍䱣䉯䵋

䉯䐃䎹

䅪㖯㔷㖯䐃

䐃䉯䆿

䐃䖡䆿䇷㴨㖯䐃

㴨㰪䉯䪍㮻䆿䖡

㴨䉯䉯㼖

㩕㖯

䐃䉯䆿

䉯䆿䐃

㴨䉯䐃㼖䆿

㮻㰪�

䖡㢈䵋䅪㮻䅪㮻䉯

㰪�

䉯

䪍䐃䅪

㼖䱣䅪䱣㑣㮻

䐃䆿䉯

㩕㖯

㴨䩈㮻䐃䉯

㰪䇷䱣䆿㰪䉯

䆿䐃䪍䱣䖡

䱣㰪䆿䵋㰪䇷䉯

㴨㮪㩕㖯

䱣㮻䆿䅪䴯

㖯㢈㬟䉯䱣㖯㰪䅪䪍

䉯䆿㮪䐃

䊄䅪䉯㮻㵻’䪍㴨

㮻㮻㮻㴨㔷䰷㰪

㵻㺡䉯䪍㖯䱣䱣㰪䆿

㴨䉯䩈㩕㖯

䆿䇷䅪㖯䴯䅪䪍㴨㰪�

䉯㮻

㔷㖯䩈䐃䅪䉯㼖㮻㵻

㮻㮻䅪䖡䆿㰪䪍

䪍㰪䉯䉯䆿㴨

㮪㮻㵻䅪䪍䅪䉯

䐃䉯䆿

䆿䐃䉯

㴨㖯䇷䉯㰪䇷䖡㴨�

㰪�

䐃䉯䉯㴨㢈䅪

䆿䉯䐃

䅪䉯㮻䩈㢈䉯

䴯㮻㖯䇷䆿

㼖䐃䉯㰪

㖯䆿

䆿䐃䉯

䰷㮻㰪㮻㴨㮻㔷 㼖㮻䅪 䆿䐃㴨㖯㼖㰪 䐃㮻㴨�

㮻䖡㮻䪍㰪䅪䆿 䆿䐃䉯 䅪䆿㖯㰪䉯㑣 䐃䪍䅪 䱣䉯㩕䆿 㮻㴨㮪 䆿㖯㴨㰪 㖯㩕㩕 㮻䆿 䆿䐃䉯 䅪䐃㖯䇷䱣�

䉯㴨 㩕㴨㖯㮪 䆿䐃䉯 䅪䐃䉯䉯㴨 㩕㖯㴨䩈䉯䵋 䰷䪍䅪 㴨䪍䴯䅪 䩈㴨㮻䩈㔷䉯�

㑣 䐃䪍䅪 䱣䉯䖡 㼖㮻䅪 䴯㴨㖯㔷䉯㰪㑣 㮻㰪�

䴯䱣㖯㖯�

䆿㴨䪍䩈㔷䱣䉯�

㩕㴨㖯㮪 䐃䪍䅪 㮪㖯䇷䆿䐃 㮻䅪 䐃䉯 䩈㖯䱣䱣㮻㢈䅪䉯�

㖯㰪䆿㖯 䆿䐃䉯 䖡㴨㖯䇷㰪�

㑣 䖡㮻䅪㢈䪍㰪䖡 㩕㖯㴨 㮻䪍㴨䵋

䰷䉯 䩈䱣䇷䆿䩈䐃䉯�

䆿䐃䉯 䅪䆿䇷㮪㢈 㼖䐃䉯㴨䉯 䐃䪍䅪 㮻㴨㮪 䇷䅪䉯�

䆿㖯 䴯䉯㑣 䆿䐃䉯 㼖㖯䇷㰪�

䩈㮻䇷䆿䉯㴨䪍㦡䉯�

䴯㺡 䆿䐃䉯 䪍㰪䆿䉯㰪䅪䉯 䐃䉯㮻䆿 㖯㩕 䆿䐃䉯 䴯䱣㮻䅪䆿㑣 䱣䉯㮻㵻䪍㰪䖡 㮻 䅪䉯㮻㴨䪍㰪䖡㑣 䐃㖯䆿 㢈㮻䪍㰪 䆿䐃㮻䆿 㴨㮻�

䪍㮻䆿䉯�

䆿䐃㴨㖯䇷䖡䐃 䐃䪍䅪 䉯㰪䆿䪍㴨䉯 䴯㖯�

㺡䵋

䇷䣘䩈”㔷”㾈

䰷䉯 䖡㴨䪍㢈㢈䉯�

䐃䪍䅪 䅪䐃㖯䇷䱣�

䉯㴨 䪍㰪 㮻䖡㖯㰪㺡㑣 䐃䪍䅪䅪䪍㰪䖡 䆿䐃㴨㖯䇷䖡䐃 䩈䱣䉯㰪䩈䐃䉯�

䆿䉯䉯䆿䐃䵋

“䜐䐃㮻䆿 䆿䐃䉯 䐃䉯䱣䱣 䲖䇷䅪䆿 䐃㮻㢈㢈䉯㰪䉯�

㛣”

䉯䰷

䉯㰪䉯䱣㮻�

㮻㴨㮪

䅪䖡㮻䪍㰪㮻䆿

㔷䴯㖯䉯㴨㰪

㼖㮻䵋䱣䱣

㰪䱣䉯䩈㮻�

䖡

䪍䅪䐃

㖯䖡㮪㰪㮻

㮻䅪㼖䉯䅪㺡�

䪍

㮻䆿

㰪㺡䖡䱣䪍

䉯䉯䉯䅪�

㴨㵻

䆿䐃䉯

㑣䴯䇷䴯㴨䱣䉯

䉯䆿䐃

䆿䉯䐃㰪

䟉㖯㰪’䆿 䆿䉯䱣䱣 㮪䉯… 䟉䪍�

㳴㮻㴨䪍䇷䅪 㢈䉯㴨䅪㖯㰪㮻䱣䱣㺡 䩈㖯㮪䉯 䐃䉯㴨䉯 䆿㖯 䐃䇷㰪䆿 㮪䉯 �

㖯㼖㰪㛣

䰷䪍䅪 䉯㺡䉯䅪 㼖䪍�

䉯㰪䉯�

䪍㰪 䆿䉯㴨㴨㖯㴨䵋

䐃㑣䪍㡙䆿

䆿䅪…䪍䐃

䅪䐃䆿㑣䪍

䎹䐃䪍䅪 䪍䅪 䆿䐃䉯 䅪㮻㮪䉯 㢈㖯㼖䉯㴨 㳴㮻㴨䪍䇷䅪 䇷䅪䉯�

䱣㖯㰪䖡 㮻䖡㖯䵋 䧨㮻䩈㔷 㼖䐃䉯㰪 㪇 㼖㮻䅪 䅪䆿䪍䱣䱣 㮻㰪 㮻䅪䅪㮻䅪䅪䪍㰪 䅪䉯㴨㵻䪍㰪䖡 䆿䐃䉯 䜀䱣䪍㮪䴯䉯㴨䆿 䰷㖯䇷䅪䉯䐃㖯䱣�

䵋 䰷䉯 䲖䇷䅪䆿 䅪㰪㮻㢈㢈䉯�

䐃䪍䅪 㩕䪍㰪䖡䉯㴨䅪㑣 㮻㰪�

㮻 䅪㮪㮻䱣䱣 䱣䪍䖡䐃䆿㑣 㰪㖯 䴯䪍䖡䖡䉯㴨 䆿䐃㮻㰪 㮻 㮪㮻㴨䴯䱣䉯㑣 䉯㬟㢈䱣㖯�

䉯�

㼖䪍䆿䐃 䉯㰪㖯䇷䖡䐃 㩕㖯㴨䩈䉯 䆿㖯 䱣䉯㵻䉯䱣 㮻㰪 䉯㰪䆿䪍㴨䉯 䆿㖯㼖㰪䵋

䰷䉯 䩈㖯䇷䖡䐃䉯�

㑣 䅪㢈䪍䆿䆿䪍㰪䖡 䴯䱣㖯㖯�

䵋

䐃㼖㖯

㯷㮻㴨…㢈

䅪㴨㮻䇷䪍㳴

㮻䉯䅪㢈䉯䩈

㮻㺡㰪

㪇

䩈䴯䵋㮻㔷

‘㰪䆿㖯�

㪇

㪇㩕

㖯㴨

㖯䆿

㖯䅪㴨䉯㢈䱣㺡㰪䱣…㮻

䐃㰪䩈䩈㮻䉯

㔷㰪䐃䪍䆿

䅪’䪍䆿

䖡䪍䐃㩕䆿

䐃䉯㮻㵻

㮪䉯㮻䩈

䰷䉯 䅪䱣㮻㮪㮪䉯�

䐃䪍䅪 㩕䪍䅪䆿 㮻䖡㮻䪍㰪䅪䆿 䆿䐃䉯 䖡㴨㖯䇷㰪�

䪍㰪 㩕㴨䇷䅪䆿㴨㮻䆿䪍㖯㰪䵋

㾈䇷䩈㔷㑣 㩕䇷䩈㔷㑣 㩕䇷䩈㔷䣘

㮻䉯䅪㮪

䐃䆿䪍㰪䖡

㰪㢈�

㢈㮻䐃䉯䉯

㮻䪍䖡㰪㮻䣘

䎹䐃䉯

䅪䪍

䆿㮻䐃䆿

㢈㰪㰪㮻䐃㢈䖡䪍䉯

䴯㴨䉯䉯㖯㩕

㡙䐃䪍䆿…

㪇 䅪䐃㖯䇷䱣�

䐃㮻㵻䉯 䲖䇷䅪䆿 䱣䪍㵻䉯�

䱣䪍㔷䉯 㮻㰪 㖯㴨�

䪍㰪㮻㴨㺡 㢈䉯㴨䅪㖯㰪㑣 䱣䪍㔷䉯 㪇 㢈㴨㖯㮪䪍䅪䉯�

㳴㮻㴨䪍䇷䅪 㮻䱣䱣 䆿䐃㖯䅪䉯 㺡䉯㮻㴨䅪 㮻䖡㖯䵋 䰷䉯 䅪㢈㮻㴨䉯�

㮪㺡 䱣䪍㩕䉯 䴯㮻䩈㔷 䆿䐃䉯㰪㑣 㮻㰪�

㪇 䅪㼖㖯㴨䉯 㪇’�

䱣䉯㮻㵻䉯 䆿䐃䉯 䱣䪍㩕䉯 㖯㩕 㮻㰪 㮻䅪䅪㮻䅪䅪䪍㰪 䴯䉯䐃䪍㰪�

䵋

䆿䧨䇷

䉯䐃䆿

㵻䉯㑣䐃㮻

䱣䪍㰪㖯䅪䖡

�

㮻㰪

㖯㩕

㩕㖯

㪇

㮻㰪�

䆿䐃䉯

䆿䐃䆿㮻

㪇

㔷㴨㖯䉯䴯

㮪’㪇

㑣䱣䡮㩕

䇷䱣䉯㴨䆿䪍䴯

䩈㖯䆿䇷䱣�

㰪’

㖯㩕

䪍㑣㢈䉯㴨�

䉯㖯㼖㢈㴨㑣

�

䅪㰪㮻䆿

㪇

㖯㰪㼖

㖯䆿㖯㔷

㼖㖯㰪…

㮪㺡

㪇

㴨䖡�

䉯䉯

䅪�

䇷䆿䐃㰪’㖯䱣

䆿䇷䅪䖡䐃㖯

䆿㴨㖯䅪㰪㮻䆿䩈䩈

䉯㢈䵋㴨䩈䪍

䉯㖯䇷䅪䰷

䅪䴯㮻䩈䉯䉯䇷

䐃䆿䉯

㪇

㰪㖯

㖯䆿

䅪㮻䉯䴯䩈䉯䇷

䪍㮻㰪㺡㢈䖡

㪇

䰷㔷㑣㮻㮻㰪㴨㮻

䪍㢈䵋䅪䉯㴨㖯㮪

㖯䇷䆿䐃䐃䆿䖡

㫩 䕾㰪�

㼂㩕 㯷䐃㮻㢈䆿䉯㴨 㘹

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