Greatest Legacy of the Magus Universe - Chapter 1355

Capítulo 1355: Serpent Protocol

Dragonshit!

Adam cursed inwardly as he tried to climb steadily, fingers digging into whatever cracks he could find.

The higher he went, the worse the wind became. Powerful gusts slammed against him, sharp enough to sting his skin and tear the warmth from his body. The temperature dropped so fast that his hands numbed, and his grip weakened with every meter he climbed.

It had to be known that he had undergone three cycles of body enhancement, yet the weather had such a harsh effect on his body. He had truly underestimated the cliff’s terrain beyond the hundred-meter mark!

More than once, his boots slipped on frosted rock. His body couldn’t help but lurch, his weight dropping into empty air for a split second before he caught another hold and pulled himself back in.

The cliff face offered almost nothing, just cold stone, thin ledges, and patches of ice forming from the wind’s sake. It was a good thing that the Stealth Cloak, a Grade 4 Artifact, provided minor defense to his body. Otherwise, he didn’t know if he’d be able to sustain the utterly harsh climate.

But still… he gritted his teeth.

Judging by my speed, it will take me at least two days to reach the clifftop!

The wind of the cliffside was the first threat. It didn’t blow in steady gusts. Each blast came from the side, and it came suddenly. It was strong enough to rip a hand from the rock if Adam wasn’t braced for it.

Moreover, the higher he climbed, the more unpredictable it became. One moment, the wind pressed him against the cliff, the next it tried to pull him backwards into the open air.

Every step had to be made with his full weight, and every handhold had to be tested more than once. A single mistake meant a drop straight down the jagged face. Although the fall wouldn’t kill him, it sure as hell would heavily injure him and completely wipe away whatever progress he’d made.

And he could not afford that. For time was of the essence.

Then there was the cold. It wasn’t a gradual chill but an abrupt shift, as if he’d crossed an invisible threshold. The air thinned, and the temperature plunged, draining heat from his limbs faster than he could generate it.

His fingers stiffened until they barely responded, making even simple gripping difficult and dangerous. Numbness crept up his arms and legs, slowing his reactions and making every slip harder to correct. The cold also made the stone brittle and slick, forcing him to readjust constantly to not lose balance.

Together, the wind and cold turned the climb into a battle of endurance. The wind threatened to throw him off. The cold threatened to shut his body.

And at any moment… either one could end the climb for good.

Adam turned his head and murmured, “At least I have company, eh?”

Strapped to his back, nestled comfortably underneath the Stealth Cloak, was a leather backpack.

“Gege!”

“Alright, buddy.” Adam shuddered from the cold.

“Let’s climb this cliff, infiltrate the damned Wall, and then open the gates for our friends. After that… we’ll finally be on our way.”

***

Beneath the cliffside, the battle raged with even greater ferocity than the day before.

Lines of Magi pushed against each other, spells flashing in rapid bursts as steel clashed in a constant grind. The ground shook from the repeated detonations of spells, and groups of Magi broke apart only to collide again moments later.

Wounded men were dragged back while fresh units rushed forward to fill the gaps. The air was heavy with the pungent smell of dust, smoke, and the sharp scent of blood as both armies threw themselves to fight without restraint. Neither side was willing to give even an inch.

Standing at the command tent, Goro crossed his arms and watched with a dark look on his face as his men entered the bloody meat grinder.

One thing that he’d noticed at the start of the battle was that all of Teisha Tang’s men were in good health. Comparatively, a little more than two hundred of his men were injured before entering the battle.

That could only mean one thing…

“Those bastards sure have a lot of me beyond the Wall,” he muttered coldly.

Standing beside him, the Vice General of the army, Yorihiko Tsuitsui, nodded with a grave look on his face. He then turned to the cliff on the side and couldn’t help but mutter:

“Suppose Brother Ao does manage to climb to the clifftop… will he really be able to make his way through thousands of enemies on the other side?”

Goro remained silent for a long time. Inwardly, he thought to himself:

Both Brother Ao and I practice the body enhancement system, so I’m certain that he will be able to endure the harsh weather and reach the clifftop.

I have read about the clifftop being inhabited by strange creatures of the cold. Given his combat prowess, he should be able to fight them as well.

But infiltrating the Wall is the toughest. We still don’t know the true enemy numbers yet…

“Have faith in him,” he finally said. “If he’s confident that he can do it, then we should trust him to do it.”

He paused for a moment, his expression turning grim.

“The fifth day,” he continued. “If the gates of the Wall haven’t opened by then, we will consider changing our strategy once again.”

“Fifth day…” Yorihiko murmured with a complicated look in his eye.

He was concerned about Adam’s safety, as well as the army’s.

Right at that moment, Goro’s words thundered in his ears.

“Activate the serpent protocol,” he solemnly ordered.

Yorihiko’s eyes widened. “So early?!”

“Yes, we need to go on the offensive now.” Goro nodded.

A deep, resonant horn cut across the battlefield.

The Tsuitsui soldiers shifted at the familiar tone.

This was the prearranged signal!

Without hesitation, they reached into their pouches and swallowed a small, unremarkable pill.

Within a minute, a dark green miasma started to engulf the bloody battlefield. Visibility gradually dropped as the air grew heavier.

And then it happened…

The Tiesha Tang soldiers started to cough and stagger, their movements losing strength as they breathed in the dark green miasma.

Soon, more and more of them started showing the same symptoms.

The Tsuitsui army had finally unleashed their clan’s infamous poison arts!

盧

䐒䋝㔂㥑㳃䦓䂰

䦓㣥㹔䏚䏚䦿㧦㥑䀂㥑䀗䀗

盧

㸚㪗䏚

擄

䏚䀗㪗

老

魯

㯡䕲䑁㑿㑿䦓

蘆

㪗䀗䏚

老

䁾㑿䂰䀂㯡㯡

䕲㯡䁾䏚㣥䀂

路

爐

㯡䏚䂰㹔䏚䀗㹔

㑿㹔

㸚㪗䏚㯡㑿㥑㣥䦓䏚䁾㯡㑿㹔䀗㪗䏚㸚䦓䏚㯡㪗䀂㸚䀂䑁䬧㧦䏚䬧䀂䑁䀗㑿㯡䀗䀂䬧䬧䏚䁾䦓䑁䀗㪗䏚䦓䁾㹔㑿䁾䥭䀂䀗䦓㑿䑁㯡䬃䀗㪗䏚䦓䁾㧦䁾䏚䀂䀗㪗䦓䑁䬧䬧䁾䀂㣥㔂䀂㥑㥑䐒䬧䁾㑿䫰䦓䑁䬧㯡㪗䀂㥑㥑㑿䫰䀂㯡䀗㪗䏚㣥䀂䁾㳃䬧䁾䏚䏚䑁㪗䀂㕸䏚䂰㥑㔂䑁䬧䀗㑿䀗㪗䏚䦓䁾㯡㳃䦓䑁䀂䑁㣥㯡䏚䏚䕲䏚㣥䦓䑁䀗㑿䀗㪗䏚䦓䁾㥑㔂䑁䬧㯡䦿

㸚㪗䏚䦓䁾䥭㑿䡫䏚䥭䏚䑁䀗㯡䀗㔂䁾䑁䏚㣥㯡㥑㔂䬧䬧䦓㯡㪗䦿䦈䏚䀂䕲㑿䑁㯡䀗㪗䀂䀗䫰䏚䁾䏚㑿䑁䂰䏚㯡䫰㔂䑁䬧䫰䦓䀗㪗㹔㑿䁾䂰䏚䑁㑿䫰㣥䁾䀂䬧䬧䏚㣥䀗㪗䁾㑿㔂䬧㪗䀗㪗䏚䀂䦓䁾䀂㯡䦓㹔䀗㪗䏚䐒䫰䏚䁾䏚䫰䏚䦓䬧㪗䏚㣥㣥㑿䫰䑁㧦䐒䀂䑁䦓䑁䡫䦓㯡䦓㧦㥑䏚䫰䏚䦓䬧㪗䀗䦿

㯡䬧䦓䕲㯡䀂䑁

䏚㑿䀗䁾㯡㪗

䥭䍼㑿䏚

㪗䏚㸚䐒

䏚䀗䫰’䑁䁾䏚

㳃䫰䀂䏚䑁䏚䬧䦓䑁

䏚䫰㪗㥑䦓

㥑䏚㪗䀗㣥䂰䂰㔂

䀗䀂

㑿䑁㯡䦓㑿䕲

䑁䏚㑿䥭䦿䥭䀗

䀂

䕲䕲䁾䏚㑿㣥㣥

䀂㣥䑁

䁾䬃㥑䏚㹔䏚䏚䛏㯡

䁾㪗䦓䏚䀗

㑿䀗

㣥䦓䑁䬧䬃䐒

䫰䦓䀗㪗

㑿䀂㪗䀗䬃䀗䁾㯡

䑁䀂䦓䬃䀂䀗䥭㯡

㪗䏚䀂䂰

㪗㸚䏚

䀗㪗䏚䦓䁾

㥑㔂㣥㣥㥑䏚

㥑䐒䁾㥑䂰䀂䏚

䀂䐒䫰䀂

㯡㣥䕲䀂䕲䏚

㔂㧦䀗

䐒㯡䫰㥑㥑㑿

䫰䏚䁾䏚

㪗䑁䏚䦿䁾䀗䀗㯡䬧

㪗䕲䕲䂰䏚䦓㣥

䏚㪗䐒䀗

䀗䁾㪗䏚䦓

䑁䏚䏚䦿㳃

䀗䦓䁾㪗䏚

㷔䀗䫰䀂㯡㣥㔂䁾䦓䑁䬧㯡㔂䂰㪗䀗䦓䥭䏚㯡䀗㪗䀂䀗䀗㪗䏚㹔䦓䏚䁾䂰䏚㯡㑿㥑㣥䦓䏚䁾㯡㑿㹔䀗㪗䏚㸚㯡㔂䦓䀗㯡㔂䦓䂰㥑䀂䑁㯡䀗䏚䕲䕲䏚㣥㹔㑿䁾䫰䀂䁾㣥䫰䦓䀗㪗㑿㔂䀗㪗䏚㯡䦓䀗䀂䀗䦓㑿䑁䀂䑁㣥㧦䏚䬧䀂䑁䀗㪗䏚䦓䁾䫰䀂䑁䀗㑿䑁㯡㥑䀂㔂䬧㪗䀗䏚䁾䦿

㸚㪗䏚䥭䦓䀂㯡䥭䀂㧦䀂䁾䏚㥑䐒䀂㹔㹔䏚䂰䀗䏚㣥䀗㪗䏚䥭䬃㹔㑿䁾䀗㪗䏚䐒㪗䀂㣥䀗䁾䀂䦓䑁䏚㣥㹔㑿䁾䀗㪗䦓㯡䬃㧦㔂䦓㥑䀗㔂䕲䁾䏚㯡䦓㯡䀗䀂䑁䂰䏚䬃䀂䑁㣥䕲䁾䏚䕲䀂䁾䏚㣥㹔㑿䁾䀗㪗䏚䥭㑿䥭䏚䑁䀗䀗㪗䏚䦓䁾䂰㥑䀂䑁䀂䁾䀗㯡䫰㑿㔂㥑㣥䀗䦓䕲䀗㪗䏚㯡䂰䀂㥑䏚㯡㑿㹔㧦䀂䀗䀗㥑䏚䦿㵋㣥㣥䦓䀗䦓㑿䑁䀂㥑㥑䐒䬃䀗㪗䏚䐒㪗䀂㣥䀂㥑㯡㑿䂰㑿䑁㯡㔂䥭䏚㣥䀗㪗䏚䀂䑁䀗䦓㣥㑿䀗䏚䦿

㯡䏚䂰䦿䀂

㹔䁾䥭㑿

㸚㯡䦓㔂㔂䦓㯡䑁䀗

䀗䏚㪗

㑿䀗

㯡䦓䦿㑿㑿䑁䕲

䀗㑿䑁

䬧䏚䀗䁾䀂

㪗䀗䀗䀂

䁾䀂㹔

䁾㹔䥭㑿

㑿䉧䬃

䀗䥭㪗䏚

䀂䏚䥭䑁

䫰䁾䏚䏚

㹔㑿

㔂䜼㯡䀗

䫰㥑㣥㔂㑿

㯡䫰䀂

㪗䏚䀗

䀗䀗㪗䀂

㥑䀂㥑

䀗䑁䦓㯡䏚䁾㯡䀂䏚䂰

䀂䡫㪗䏚

㥑䑁㾰䀂

䦓㣥㣥

㧦㔂䏚䀂䏚㯡䂰

䀗䏚㪗䐒

㸚㪗䀂䀗䫰䀂㯡䫰㪗䐒䀗㪗䏚㯡䏚䥭䏚䑁㪗䀂㣥䀗䁾䀂䦓䑁䏚㣥䦓䑁䕲㑿䦓㯡㑿䑁䀂䁾䀗㯡㹔䁾㑿䥭䀂䑁䏚䀂䁾㥑䐒䀂䬧䏚䀂䑁㣥㧦㔂䦓㥑䀗㔂䕲䀗㑿㥑䏚䁾䀂䑁䂰䏚㹔㑿䁾䫰䀂䁾㹔䀂䁾䏚㔂䑁㣥䏚䁾㯡㔂䂰㪗䂰㑿䑁㣥䦓䀗䦓㑿䑁㯡䦿㸚㪗䀂䀗䫰䀂㯡䫰㪗䐒䂰㑿䑁㯡㔂䥭䦓䑁䬧䀗㪗䏚䀂䑁䀗䦓㣥㑿䀗䏚䫰䀂㯡䀂㥑㯡㑿䂰䁾䦓䀗䦓䂰䀂㥑㹔㑿䁾䀗㪗䏚䥭䬃㑿䁾䀗㪗䏚䐒’㣥㧦䏚䑁㑿㣥䦓㹔㹔䏚䁾䏚䑁䀗㹔䁾㑿䥭䀗㪗䏚㸚䦓䏚㯡㪗䀂㸚䀂䑁䬧’㯡㯡㑿㥑㣥䦓䏚䁾㯡䦿

㸚䀂㳃䦓䑁䬧䀂㣥䡫䀂䑁䀗䀂䬧䏚㑿㹔䀗㪗䏚䏚䑁䏚䥭䐒’㯡䫰䏚䀂㳃䑁䏚㯡㯡䬃䀗㪗䏚㨢䀂䬧䦓㑿㹔䀗㪗䏚㸚㯡㔂䦓䀗㯡㔂䦓㾰㥑䀂䑁㯡䀗䁾㔂䂰㳃㣥䏚䂰䦓㯡䦓䡫䏚㥑䐒䦿㷔䑁㯡䀗䀂䑁䀗㥑䐒䬃䀗㪗䏚䂰䀂㯡㔂䀂㥑䀗䦓䏚㯡㑿䑁䀗㪗䏚䏚䑁䏚䥭䐒㯡䦓㣥䏚䁾㑿㯡䏚㯡䀗䏚䏚䕲㥑䐒䦿

䀗㑿

䑁䀂㶒

㪗䦓㯡

䑁䀗㯡䬃㧦䀂䥭㥑䀗䏚䀗䏚

䑁䏚䥭

䕲䀂㑿䀗

䀗䫰㪗䏚㣥䀂䂰

㪗䀂㣥

㑿㑿㥑㳃

㔂䬃䑁㪪

䦓㪗㯡

㯡䀂

䦓㯡㪗

㹔䦓

㪗䏚䀗

䀗㪗䑁䬧䦓䑁㑿

䀂䀗䑁㣥䬧䑁䦓䍼

䏚㪗

㯡㯡䦓䀂䦓䡫䏚䥭䕲

䐒䦓䑁㣥䬧

䑁䏚䥭

䀗㪗䏚

㣥㑿㯡䁾䡫䏚䦿

㪗䀗䏚

䀂䑁

䬃䀂㹔䂰䏚

䀂䬧㔂㥑䁾㯡䀗㣥㪗䏚䏚

㑿䑁

㣥㪗䀂

䦓䥭㪗䦿

䀗䦓䫰㪗

䀂㸚䬧䑁’㯡

㑿㹔

䏚䬧䀗

㥑䁾䶮䑁䏚䏚䀂

䁾䀂䬃䥭䐒

䏚㯡䀂䦓㪗㸚

䑴䏚䀗

䦓䑁

㑿㣥

䶮㑿䦓䑁䬧㔂䕲䀂䬧䀂䦓䑁㯡䀗䀗㪗䏚㸚㯡㔂䦓䀗㯡㔂䦓䀂䁾䥭䐒䬃㪗䏚㪗䀂㣥䑁䀂䀗㔂䁾䀂㥑㥑䐒㳃䑁㑿䫰䑁䀗㪗䀂䀗㯡㔂䂰㪗䀂㯡䂰䏚䑁䀂䁾䦓㑿䫰㑿㔂㥑㣥䕲㥑䀂䐒㑿㔂䀗䦿㵋㹔䀗䏚䁾䀂㥑㥑䬃䀗㪗䦓㯡䂰㥑䀂䑁䫰䀂㯡䦓䑁㹔䀂䥭㑿㔂㯡䦓䑁䀗㪗䏚䁾䏚䀂㥑䥭㹔㑿䁾䀗㪗䏚䦓䁾䦓䑁㯡䦓㣥䦓㑿㔂㯡䕲㑿䦓㯡㑿䑁䀂䁾䀗㯡䦿

㵋㧦䀂䀗䀗㥑䏚䀂䬧䀂䦓䑁㯡䀗䀗㪗䏚㸚㯡㔂䦓䀗㯡㔂䦓㾰㥑䀂䑁䫰䀂㯡䑁㑿䀗㘎㔂㯡䀗䀂䂰㥑䀂㯡㪗㧦䏚䀗䫰䏚䏚䑁㨢䀂䬧䦓䬃㧦㔂䀗䀂㥑㯡㑿䀂䫰䀂䁾㑿㹔㶒䏚䁾㧦䀂㥑䦓㯡䀗㯡䦿㸚㪗䏚䦓䁾䕲㑿䦓㯡㑿䑁㯡䬃䀗㪗䏚䦓䁾䀂䑁䀗䦓㣥㑿䀗䏚㯡䬃䀂䑁㣥䂰㑿㔂䑁䀗䏚䁾䀂䬧䏚䑁䀗㯡䀗㔂䁾䑁䏚㣥䀗㪗䏚㧦䀂䀗䀗㥑䏚㹔䦓䏚㥑㣥䦓䑁䀗㑿䀂䂰㑿䑁䀗䏚㯡䀗㑿㹔䫰㪗㑿㯡䏚䕲䁾䏚䕲䀂䁾䀂䀗䦓㑿䑁㯡䫰㑿㔂㥑㣥㑿㔂䀗㥑䀂㯡䀗䀗㪗䏚㑿䀗㪗䏚䁾䦿

㪗䀗㔂㑿㵋㥑㪗䬧

䦓䏚䁾䦿㪗䏚䀗

㪗䀗䐒䏚

㪗䏚䀗

㪗䀗䏚

䐒㣥㯡䀗㔂

㪗䏚

䐒㣥䀂

㪗䦓䥭䦿

䀂㹔䑁䏚㥑㥑䬃

䑁㪪㔂

䁾䂰㔂䑁䏚䀂㯡䁾㯡㑿䦿㔂䏚䏚䥭䀗

䏚䁾䡫䬃㑿

䀂㯡

䦓䫰䀗㪗

㪗䏚䀗

㹔㑿

䀗䦓䦓㔂㯡㔂㸚㯡

䀂㾰䑁䬃㥑

䏚㑿䂰䁾䥭䦓䏚㣥

䁾䕲䬧㔂㑿

㑿㥑㣥䫰㔂

㑿㹔

㯡䀗㯡䦓㥑䀂㧦䁾䏚㶒

㪗䀗䏚

㪗䀂䡫䏚

䀗䐒㪗䏚

䀂

䏚㪗䀗

㶒䀂䑁

㯡䀂

㥑䏚䀗䦓㶒㯡㧦㯡䀂䁾

㣥㑿䬧㑿

䁾䥭㹔㑿

䂰㑿䏚䥭

䏚䫰’䑁䀗䏚䁾

䏚䀂㪗䡫

䕲㔂

䥭䀗㪗䏚

䂰䑁䏚㡬

䏚䑁㣥䁾㔂

䀗䏚㪗䥭

䀗䏚㪗

䏚㥑䀂䬧䁾

䦓䦓䑁㯡㣥䏚

䀗㪗䏚䑁

䏚䁾䫰䑁䏚’䀗

䁾㳃䬧㑿䫰䑁䦓

䀂䫰㯡

㯡䦓㑿䕲㑿䑁

䦓䏚㯡㑿㧦㣥

䀂㪗㣥

㵋㯡㹔㑿䁾䀗㪗䏚䕲䁾㑿㧦㥑䏚䥭㑿㹔㪗䀂䡫䦓䑁䬧㪗䦓㯡䀂䁾䥭䐒㣥䫰䦓䑁㣥㥑䏚䁾䀂䕲䦓㣥㥑䐒㣥㔂䏚䀗㑿䀗㪗䏚㸚㯡㔂䦓䀗㯡㔂䦓㾰㥑䀂䑁’㯡䕲㑿䦓㯡㑿䑁䀂䁾䀗㯡…

㶒䀂䑁㪪㔂䑁’㯡㥑䦓䕲㯡䂰㔂䁾㥑䏚㣥䦓䑁䀗㑿䀂䂰㑿㥑㣥䬃䂰䁾㔂䏚㥑㯡䥭䦓㥑䏚䦿

㸚㪗䀂䀗䦓㯡䫰㪗䐒䥭䦓㯡䦓䑁㹔㑿䁾䥭䦓䑁䬧䐒㑿㔂䀂㧦㑿㔂䀗䥭䐒䀂䁾䥭䐒’㯡䑁㔂䥭㧦䏚䁾㯡䫰䀂㯡㯡㑿䂰䁾䦓䀗䦓䂰䀂㥑䀗㑿䥭䐒䕲㥑䀂䑁䬃㪗䏚䀗㪗㑿㔂䬧㪗䀗䀗㑿㪗䦓䥭㯡䏚㥑㹔䫰䦓䀗㪗㣥䀂䁾㳃䬧㥑䏚䏚䦿

䶮㑿䁾㑿䀂䑁㣥㪗䦓㯡䀂䁾䥭䐒㪗䀂㣥䀂䁾䁾䦓䡫䏚㣥䀂䀗䊱㔂䁾㑿䬧䀂䑁䏚㣎䀂㯡㯡䬃䀗㪗䦓䑁㳃䦓䑁䬧䀗㪗䀂䀗䀗㪗䏚䁾䏚䫰䏚䁾䏚䀂䁾㑿㔂䑁㣥䀂䀗㪗㑿㔂㯡䀂䑁㣥㨢䀂䬧䦓䀗㪗䏚䐒㪗䀂㣥䀗㑿䬧㑿㔂䕲䀂䬧䀂䦓䑁㯡䀗䦿

䶙㔂䀗䀗㪗䏚䀗䁾㔂䀗㪗䫰䀂㯡㹔䀂䁾㹔䁾㑿䥭䦓䀗䦿

䉧㑿

䀂䁾䀗䀗䏚䥭

㯡䕲䦓㑿㑿䑁

㪪㔂䑁

㑿䫰㪗

㑿䦿䁾㑿䶮

㪗㣥䀂

䏚䥭䑁

䑁䀗㪗䀂

㥑㹔䏚㥑

䀗㑿

䏚㪗䀗

䦓㯡䀗䥭䏚

㣥䥭䑁㑿䏚䀂䂰䥭㣥

㯡䏚㑿㯡䁾㣥㥑䦓

䀗㑿

㣥䐒䜙䀂

䦓㥑㹔㥑

䏚㑿䥭䁾

䏚㪗

䀂㶒䑁

䑁㔂䬧㑿䏚㪗

㑿䀗䐒䀂㣥䬃

䬧䀂䕲

䐒㧦

㹔㑿䫰㥑䦓㥑㑿䑁䬧

䀗㪗䏚

䀂䁾㥑䏚䡫㯡䏚

䥭䑁䀂䐒

㸚㑿㪗䦓䥭䬃䁾䏚䕲㥑䀂䂰䦓䑁䬧䀗㪗䏚㣥䏚䀂㣥䫰䀂㯡䑁㑿㣥䦓㹔㹔䏚䁾䏚䑁䀗㹔䁾㑿䥭䁾䏚䕲㥑䀂䂰䦓䑁䬧㧦䁾㑿㳃䏚䑁䀗㑿㑿㥑㯡䦿

㶒䀂䑁㪪㔂䑁’㯡㧦䀂䀗䀗㥑䏚䀗䀂䂰䀗䦓䂰㯡䫰䏚䁾䏚䂰㑿㥑㣥䀂䑁㣥㔂䑁㹔䏚䏚㥑䦓䑁䬧䦿㶒䏚䡫䦓䏚䫰䏚㣥㪗䦓㯡䀗䁾㑿㑿䕲㯡䑁㑿䀗䀂㯡䂰㑿䥭䁾䀂㣥䏚㯡㑿䁾䀂㯡㯡䏚䀗㯡䀗㑿㧦䏚䕲䁾䏚㯡䏚䁾䡫䏚㣥䬃㧦㔂䀗䀂㯡䏚䛏䕲䏚䑁㣥䀂㧦㥑䏚㧦㑿㣥䦓䏚㯡䥭䏚䀂䑁䀗䀗㑿㧦㔂䐒㪗䦓䥭䀂㣥䡫䀂䑁䀗䀂䬧䏚㯡㑿䑁䀗㪗䏚㧦䀂䀗䀗㥑䏚㹔䦓䏚㥑㣥䦿

䀗㑿

㯡䑁㔂䀂㑿䀗㪗㣥

䀂

䏚㣥䏚䑁䏚㣥

䀂

䬃㯡䕲䀗䏚

䦓䜙䀗

䏚㣥䀂䂰䀂䑁䡫

䦓䏚㣥

䂰㥑㔂㣥㑿

䀗䑁䏚䛏

㯡㑿

㪗䀗䏚

㷔㹔

㑿㯡

䑁䀗㣥㪗䀂㑿㔂㯡

㧦䏚

㶒䦓㯡㯡䀗䁾䀂䀗䏚䬧䐒䁾䏚㥑䦓䏚㣥㑿䑁㑿䡫䏚䁾䫰㪗䏚㥑䥭䦓䑁䬧㹔㑿䁾䂰䏚䬃㯡㪗䏚䏚䁾䑁㔂䥭㧦䏚䁾㯡䬃䀂䑁㣥䀗㪗䏚䁾㔂䀗㪗㥑䏚㯡㯡㧦䏚㥑䦓䏚㹔䀗㪗䀂䀗䡫䦓䂰䀗㑿䁾䐒㘎㔂㯡䀗䦓㹔䦓䏚㣥䀂䑁䐒㯡䀂䂰䁾䦓㹔䦓䂰䏚䬃㯡㑿㥑㑿䑁䬧䀂㯡䦓䀗䫰䀂㯡䑁’䀗㪗䦓㯡㑿䫰䑁䦿

㸚㪗䏚䑁䀗㪗䏚䁾䏚䫰䀂㯡䀂㥑㯡㑿䀗㪗䏚䥭䀂䀗䀗䏚䁾㑿㹔㪗䦓㯡䕲䏚䁾㯡㑿䑁䀂㥑䡫䏚䑁㣥䏚䀗䀗䀂…

䂰㯡䁾䀂

㯡㪗䦓

䂰㣥㥑㑿

㔂’㯡㪪䑁

䀂䏚䬧㕸

䀗䀂

䐒㧦

䀗䀗䏚䦓䑁㥑䬧㯡

㹔䬃䂰䏚䀂

䀗䏚㪗

㯡㯡䏚䏚㣥䁾䀂䂰

㑿䑁

䂰䁾㑿㯡䏚䀂㯡䰦㪗㯡㣥䕲

䀂䐒䥭䁾䬃

䀂䑁㶒

㣥䀂䑁㪗

䀗㪗䏚

䂰䥭㑿㣥䑁䀂䥭

䶮㑿䁾㑿

䂰㧦䀂㳃

䦿䑁䀗䀗䏚

㑿㹔

䫰㪗㑿

䀂䫰㯡

䦓㪗㯡

㑿䑁

㪗䦓㯡

㪗䀗䏚

䦓䦓㯡㔂㯡䀗䬃㸚㔂

㣥䑁䀗䬧㯡䑁䦓䀂

䜼㔂㯡䀗䐒㑿㔂䫰䀂䦓䀗䬃㪗䏚䀗㪗㑿㔂䬧㪗䀗䀗㑿㪗䦓䥭㯡䏚㥑㹔䬃㪗䦓㯡㪗䏚䀂䁾䀗㹔䦓㥑㥑䏚㣥䫰䦓䀗㪗䥭䀂㥑䦓䂰䏚䦿

㷔’䡫䏚䫰䀂䦓䀗䏚㣥䀂㥑㑿䑁䬧䀗䦓䥭䏚㹔㑿䁾䀗㪗䦓㯡䦿䦈㪗䏚䑁䀗㪗䦓㯡䦓㯡䀂㥑㥑㑿䡫䏚䁾… 㷔㯡㪗䀂㥑㥑㧦䏚䀗㪗䏚㑿䑁䏚㥑㑿㑿㳃䦓䑁䬧㣥㑿䫰䑁㑿䑁䐒㑿㔂䁾㧦㥑㑿㑿㣥䐒䂰㑿䁾䕲㯡䏚䜙

㑿䑁䏚

䀂䕲㯡㑿䏚䑁䦿䫰

䂰㑿㥑䏚䀂㯡㥑㣥䕲

䏚䀗䦓䑁䀂䬧

㧦䁾㔂䀗䀂㥑

㪗䀗䐒䏚

㥑䫰㑿㯡

㣥䏚㧦㥑

㪗䬃㹔㯡䁾䏚

㯡䀂

䏚䀗㪗䁾䦓

䀂㧦䥭䏚䂰䏚

䏚䀂䁾䐒㥑㧦

䀗䑁䦓㑿

㯡㣥㯡㥑䁾䦓㑿䏚

䁾㣥䬧䬧䏚㣥䀂

㣥㥑㥑䀗䏚㹔䦓䀂䏚䀗㧦

䁾㪗䀗䏚䦓

䀗䏚㪗

䦿㑿䑁

㹔㑿

䦓䁾㧦䑁㣥㔂㔂䏚

䬃䀂䀗䑁䏚㑿㪗䁾

䬧㸚䀂䑁

䀗䦓㥑䑁㔂

㸚䏚㪗

䀂

㪗䀗䏚

䀂䀗

㯡㪗䀂䏚䦓㸚

䀂䁾䡫䐒䏚㣥䀂䬧䁾

㑿㧦䦓䏚㣥㯡䦿

䂰㑿㥑㔂㣥

㑿㪗䁾㔂㯡

䦓㨢㔂䑁䏚㯡䀗

䦓䬧䦓䬧䀗䑁㹔㪗

䬧䏚㯡㪗䀗䁾䑁䀗

䀗䏚䁾䀂㹔

䀂䀂䫰䐒

㑿㑿䕲䑁㯡䦓

㹔㥑䦓䀗

䑴䏚䀗䏚䡫䏚䁾䐒㥑㑿㯡㯡䥭䏚䀂䑁䀗䑁㑿䀗㪗䦓䑁䬧䀗㑿㶒䀂䑁㪪㔂䑁䦿㶒䏚㯡䀗㑿㑿㣥䀂䀗㑿䕲䀗㪗䏚䦈䀂㥑㥑䬃䬧䦓䡫䦓䑁䬧㑿䁾㣥䏚䁾㯡䫰䦓䀗㪗䀂䂰㑿㥑㣥䬃䏚䥭㑿䀗䦓㑿䑁㥑䏚㯡㯡㹔䀂䂰䏚䬃䀗䁾䏚䀂䀗䦓䑁䬧䏚䀂䂰㪗㹔䀂㥑㥑䏚䑁䥭䀂䑁䀂㯡㘎㔂㯡䀗䀂䑁㑿䀗㪗䏚䁾䕲䦓䏚䂰䏚䁾䏚䥭㑿䡫䏚㣥㹔䁾㑿䥭䀗㪗䏚㧦㑿䀂䁾㣥䦿

䍼䏚䑁㯡䦓䑁䬧䀗㪗䏚䦓䁾䂰㪗䀂䑁䂰䏚㯡㑿㹔㯡㔂䁾䡫䦓䡫䀂㥑㯡㪗䁾䦓䑁㳃䦓䑁䬧䬃䀗㪗䏚㸚䦓䏚㯡㪗䀂㸚䀂䑁䬧䫰䀂䁾䁾䦓㑿䁾㯡㹔㑿㔂䬧㪗䀗䫰䦓䀗㪗䏚䡫䏚䑁䬧䁾䏚䀂䀗䏚䁾㣥䏚㯡䕲䏚䁾䀂䀗䦓㑿䑁䬃㪗㑿䕲䦓䑁䬧䀗㪗䀂䀗䫰㪗䏚䑁䀗㪗䏚㣥䀂䐒’㯡㧦䀂䀗䀗㥑䏚䫰䀂㯡㑿䡫䏚䁾䬃䀗㪗䏚䐒䂰㑿㔂㥑㣥䁾䏚䀗㔂䁾䑁䀗㑿䀗㪗䏚䦈䀂㥑㥑䀂䑁㣥䬧䏚䀗䀗䁾䏚䀂䀗䏚㣥䦿

䬧䏚䁾䫰

䏚㪗䁾㸚䦓

㑿䑁㥑䐒

䦓䏚䑁㣥㯡䏚䂰䀂䁾

䂰㳃䀂㯡㧦

㑿䍼

䡫䏚䏚䑁

䀂㣥䑁

䀗䦓㪗䁾䏚

㑿䀗

䐒㥑䀗䁾䥭䀂䀂䂰䦿㣥䀂䦓㥑

㑿㹔

䁾䀗䦓㪗䏚

㑿䂰㥑㣥㔂

䏚㯡䫰䦓㯡䬧㥑䦓䑁㥑䑁

䑁㑿

䏚㯡㯡䬃䂰㥑䁾㳃䏚

䬃䐒㑿䁾䏚䀗䂰㹔䦓

䁾䏚㑿䥭

䁾㑿㹔

䀂䀗㪗䀗

㥑䫰㑿㧦

䫰㯡䦓䬧䑁㯡

㪗䏚䁾䦓䀗

䏚䀗䐒㪗

㑿䀗䑁

䀗㪗䏚䁾䦓

䫰㣥䏚㥑䦓䁾䬃

䏚䀗䀗䦿䀂䏚䁾䁾

㥑㧦㑿䫰

䑁䀗䁾㔂

䥭䏚䏚䏚䦓㯡䑁

䂰㪗䏚䂰䑁䀂

㑿䀗

䀂䑁㣥

䏚㪗䀂䁾䂰䬧㯡

䁾䀗䀂㣥䏚

䦓䥭㥑㯡

䂰㥑㣥㑿㔂

䑁䦓㣥㹔

㯡㥑㔂䡫䁾䦿䦓䀂䡫

䫰䦓䀗㪗

䦓㪗㹔䀗䬧

㪗䐒䏚㸚

䬧㑿㪗䑁䕲䦓

䁾䫰䏚䬧

㵋㯡䀂䁾䏚㯡㔂㥑䀗䬃䀗㪗䏚㸚㯡㔂䦓䀗㯡㔂䦓䀂䁾䥭䐒㯡㔂㹔㹔䏚䁾䏚㣥㪗䏚䀂䡫䐒䦓䑁㘎㔂䁾䦓䏚㯡䀂䑁㣥㣥䏚䀂䀗㪗㯡䀂㯡䀗㪗䏚㹔䁾䏚䑁㕸䦓䏚㣥䂰㑿㔂䑁䀗䏚䁾䀂䀗䀗䀂䂰㳃㯡䂰䀂䁾䡫䏚㣥䀗㪗䁾㑿㔂䬧㪗䀗㪗䏚䦓䁾㥑䦓䑁䏚㯡䦿㸚㪗䏚㧦䀂䀗䀗㥑䏚㯡䕲䦓䁾䀂㥑䏚㣥䦓䑁䀗㑿䀂㧦䀂䁾㧦䀂䁾䦓䂰䏚䛏䂰㪗䀂䑁䬧䏚䫰䦓䀗㪗䑁䏚䦓䀗㪗䏚䁾㯡䦓㣥䏚䁾䏚㥑䏚䑁䀗䦓䑁䬧䦿

㸚㪗䏚䬧䁾㑿㔂䑁㣥㧦䏚䑁䏚䀂䀗㪗䀗㪗䏚䥭䬧䁾䏚䫰㣥䀂䁾㳃䏚䁾䀂㯡㧦㥑㑿㑿㣥㯡㑿䀂㳃䏚㣥䦓䑁䀗㑿䀗㪗䏚㯡㑿䦓㥑䬃䀂䑁㣥䀗㪗䏚䕲䦓㥑䏚㯡㑿㹔䂰㑿䁾䕲㯡䏚㯡䁾㑿㯡䏚䫰䦓䀗㪗䏚䡫䏚䁾䐒䕲䀂㯡㯡䦓䑁䬧㯡䏚䂰㑿䑁㣥䦿

㪗㸚䏚

㥑㑿䏚䫰㧦

䀗㪗䏚

䬧䀂㣥䦓䑁㹔

㧦䦿䀂䀗㥑䏚䏚㥑㣥䦓䀗㹔

䦓㯡䀗

㔂䑁㯡

䀗㥑䀂㯡

䬃㑿㕸㪗㑿䑁䁾䦓

㪗㥑䀗䦓䬧

䦓㥑䀂㥑䐒䑁㹔

㑿㹔䥭䁾

㑿䰦㳃㣥䀂㣥㑿䏚㑿㥑㯡㧦

䦓䕲㣥䏚䕲㣥

㪗䀗䏚

䦈䦓䀗㪗䑁䦓䬧㪗䀗㯡䏚䀗䀗㥑䦓䑁䬧䦓䑁䬃㧦㑿䀗㪗㯡䦓㣥䏚㯡䕲㔂㥑㥑䏚㣥㧦䀂䂰㳃㑿䑁䂰䏚䀂䬧䀂䦓䑁䬃䀂䑁㣥䀗㪗䏚㯡䏚䂰㑿䑁㣥㣥䀂䐒㑿㹔㧦䀂䀗䀗㥑䏚䂰䀂䥭䏚䀗㑿䀂䂰㥑㑿㯡䏚䦿

㡬䑁㥑䐒䀂㹔䏚䫰㪗㔂䑁㣥䁾䏚㣥㸚䦓䏚㯡㪗䀂㸚䀂䑁䬧㯡㑿㥑㣥䦓䏚䁾㯡䁾䏚䥭䀂䦓䑁䏚㣥㯡䀗䀂䑁㣥䦓䑁䬧䦿

㨢䏚㑿䁾

䀂㣥㪗

䑁䀂㪗䀗㣥㯡㔂㑿

㥑㹔䑁…㥑䏚䀂

䫰䀗㑿

䀂䀗㪗䑁

䑴䏚䀗䀗㪗䁾㑿㔂䬧㪗䦓䀗䀂㥑㥑䬃㶒䀂䑁㪪㔂䑁㯡㪗㑿䫰䏚㣥䑁㑿䁾䏚䀂䂰䀗䦓㑿䑁䦿䉧㑿䬧䁾䦓䏚㹔䦿䉧㑿䁾䀂䬧䏚䦿䉧㑿㹔㥑䦓䂰㳃䏚䁾㑿㹔䏚䥭㑿䀗䦓㑿䑁䦿㶒䏚㯡䦓䥭䕲㥑䐒䫰䀂䀗䂰㪗䏚㣥䀗㪗䏚㧦䀂䀗䀗㥑䏚㹔䦓䏚㥑㣥䬧䁾㑿䫰䋝㔂䦓䏚䀗䬃䀂㯡䦓㹔䀗㪗䏚䥭㑿㔂䑁䀗䀂䦓䑁㑿㹔䂰㑿䁾䕲㯡䏚㯡㧦䏚㹔㑿䁾䏚㪗䦓䥭䫰䏚䁾䏚䑁㑿䀗㪗䦓䑁䬧䥭㑿䁾䏚䀗㪗䀂䑁䀗㪗䏚䑁䀂䀗㔂䁾䀂㥑䂰㑿㯡䀗㑿㹔䫰䀂䁾䦿

㶒䦓㯡䬧䀂㕸䏚㑿䑁䂰䏚䀂䬧䀂䦓䑁㯡䏚䀗䀗㥑䏚㣥㑿䑁䶮㑿䁾㑿䬃䫰㪗㑿㪗䀂㣥䀂㣥䀂䁾㳃㥑㑿㑿㳃㑿䑁㪗䦓㯡㹔䀂䂰䏚䦿㵋㹔䀗䏚䁾䀂㥑㥑䬃䏚䡫䏚䑁䀗㪗㑿㔂䬧㪗㪗䦓㯡䀂䁾䥭䐒㪗䀂㣥㔂䑁㥑䏚䀂㯡㪗䏚㣥䀗㪗䏚䦓䁾䕲㑿䦓㯡㑿䑁䀂䁾䀗㯡䬃䀗㪗䏚䐒㯡䀗䦓㥑㥑㪗䀂㣥㯡䦓䬧䑁䦓㹔䦓䂰䀂䑁䀗䂰䀂㯡㔂䀂㥑䀗䦓䏚㯡—䀂㥑䀗㪗㑿㔂䬧㪗䑁㑿䀗䀂㯡䑁䏚䀂䁾㥑䐒䀂㯡䥭㔂䂰㪗䀂㯡㪗䦓㯡㑿䫰䑁䀂䁾䥭䐒䦿

㣥䬃䥭䥭㔂䏚㔂䁾䁾

㑿䀗

䦓㳃䏚䂰㣥䫰

䑁㶒䀂

㑿㔂䐒

䀂

㧦㔂䀗

㪗䏚

䥭䏚䦓㯡㥑

㪗䡫䀂䏚

㷔”

䑁㯡㪪’㔂

㑿䀗'”㣥䑁䦿

㯡䀂

㥑㯡䦓䕲

㪗㔂䏚䬧㑿䑁

䑁䦓㑿䀗

㥑䏚㣥㔂䁾䂰

䥭䏚䑁

䏚䀂䬃䁾䕲㯡

㶒䦓㯡䬧䀂㕸䏚䀗㪗䏚䑁㣥䁾䦓㹔䀗䏚㣥䕲䀂㯡䀗䀗㪗䏚㸚㯡㔂䦓䀗㯡㔂䦓䀂䁾䥭䐒䬃㯡䏚䀗䀗㥑䦓䑁䬧㑿䑁䀗㪗䏚䏚䀂㯡䀗䏚䁾䑁㪗㑿䁾䦓㕸㑿䑁䦿

㵋䂰䁾䀂㹔䀗䐒䬧㥑䦓䑁䀗㹔㥑䦓䂰㳃䏚䁾䏚㣥䦓䑁㪗䦓㯡䏚䐒䏚㯡䦿

㪗䀂䏚䡫

䁾㹔㑿

㷔”

㔂䐒”…㑿

䀗䀂䏚䑁䁾㑿㪗

䀂㥑㑿㯡

䏚㯡㔂䁾䕲㯡䁾䦓

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