Durin's Diary

Chapter 116 Chapter 77.5: Poole Lily Ash I

The reminder from the old housekeeper outside the door made Poole, who was doing his homework, look up.

He stood up and went to the window. Looking down from his study window, he could see the young man who had dressed himself up as a rooster.

Winston Churchill.

The luckiest guy in the Churchill family in the last hundred years.

Everyone says so, why?

Because Poole's sister liked this simple thing, just because he had known her since childhood, and because he could always find the gift that his sister wanted most and then give her what she liked.

Poole didn't like this blond young human, not because he couldn't accompany his sister to the end, but because he thought the young man was too pretentious.

Look at the silk he is wearing. He must have spent a lot of money on such a thing. What's the point of marrying his sister to a guy who doesn't know how to live like this?

But Poole couldn't ignore the smile on his sister's face.

As he left the mansion holding her hand, Poole suddenly thought of his brother.

Du Lin, if you were here, what would you think of this guy Winston?

It’s a pity that you are not at home, so you probably can’t know all this.

Thinking of this, Poole felt a little regretful.

News of his brother's behavior last night has spread to the family. His father and mother don't seem to feel much remorse, but his grandmother has blamed his father more than once.

The most failed investment in the history of the Corleone family seems to be the choice made by my father.

Poole couldn't refute this point because it was the fact. His younger brother was so outstanding, so outstanding that even Poole, as an older brother, didn't know what to do.

Poole once naively thought that when his brother was a few years older, he would find an opportunity to recognize him. Although the Corleone family was only a count and the family could not give him any share of the profits, the recognition of his father and mother was better than letting his brother be alone.

I was really naive.

Poole criticized himself in this way more than once today.

Will my younger brother recognize this family?

Definitely not. Since he could remember, he had never had the love of his parents. He grew up alone in Lublin, cared for by the old butler and servants of the Elsh family. The title of the Duke's eldest grandson sounded good, but in reality...

Poole knew his brother.

He had an ally, but because of this overly outstanding ally, he was excluded, targeted, and even driven out of Lublin.

Poole worried more than once that his brother would perish.

But he didn't expect that his brother could deal such a heavy blow to those opponents in such a short time.

He awakened the bloodline of the Candle Dragon. In terms of bloodline power, the Eastern Fantasy Species are fundamentally stronger than the Silver Dragon. As the people of gold, the Silver Dragon is even just a subordinate of the Fantasy Species in legends, not to mention the grassland elves who are the people of silver.

In the Northern Kingdoms, he conquered the Dwarven God and the Prime Creator with his extraordinary insights into art.

Compared with his sister's Silver Dragon bloodline and his brother's Candle Dragon bloodline, Poole regretfully discovered that he, as the older brother, was the weakest one.

As a brother, I am such a failure.

With such regret, Poole returned to the table.

He copied a lot of Sir Jason's report. The more he copied, the more he felt that this land needed people to stand up and change everything.

Outside Copenhagen, the proportion of free farmers has increased from nearly 100% in the First Commune to nearly 90% of every 1,000 farmers being serfs today.

This is a shocking number, which means that the annexation of land has reached a very dangerous value. Sir Jason looked back at history and found that every civil war, every riot, and every earth-shaking change in the history of the Western Continent was because the number reached a critical point.

Land annexation reached its peak, and the royal family, the nobility, and countless other landowners of all sizes controlled every piece of land in the kingdom.

Class mobility disappeared, and the children of serfs were born serfs and could never rise up. They were slaves of the landlords, and nothing they harvested belonged to them. Everything harvested throughout the year had nothing to do with them. In years of good harvest, they would not be at risk of starving to death.

But in years of disaster, the older serfs were almost always eliminated. Sir Jason didn't use the word "death" or "passed away" in his book, but rather the word "eliminated." This made the passing of life seem worthless, as if it were lighter than a feather, cheaper than livestock.

The first time Poole saw the word used in this way... he cried.

Because this word is too disrespectful to living beings.

But he soon discovered that his tears were of no use.

And now, Sir Jason discovered a number that was even more horrifying.

That is, the unemployment rate of grassroots citizens in the city has begun to rise sharply. Industrialization - this new term has made entrepreneurs feel for the first time what it means to use the least number of employees to accomplish the biggest business.

At the end of the book, Mr. Jason asked himself what exactly caused such tragedies to be repeated on the stage called history, and he didn't know.

Even the eldest son of the Corleone family could not understand all this.

How could Poole understand something that even a wise man like Sir Jason couldn't figure out?

It's a pity. If my good friends Fabian Iyer and Robin Chauvin were here, they would definitely be able to discuss it with me.

But the problem is that the two good friends are gone.

Fabian Ayer died of hunger strike after being tortured in a secret police black prison in order not to reveal anyone's name.

As for Robin Shawval, he died in a targeted assassination attempt by royal assassins on a speech by progressive youth. A bullet hit his chest and penetrated his heart. The young halfling was unable to leave even a last word.

This era is just like what my younger brother said in an interview: desire never stops and struggle never ends.

Robin died at the hands of an assassination order controlled by Prince Robert Walter.

The eldest son controlled the secret police and arrested Fabian and his companions.

Both princes wanted to show their talents in front of their father, and wanted to tell their father with practical actions that he was the guarantee for the continuation of the Walter family.

He really wants to struggle to death even when he is about to die.

Poole smiled at the thought.

He looked at the calendar in front of him.

They naively believed that the Walter family's rule could last forever.

How is that possible? Nothing is eternal in this world.

It was not possible before.

It's impossible now.

It will be even less likely to happen in the future.

Because of this, the Commune fell.

Because of this, the kingdom was restored.

Because of this, fate once again pushes life to a crossroads.

Poole firmly believed that justice would triumph once again, perhaps as briefly as the last, or perhaps even more so.

But as long as it has won, as long as it has existed, it will make people in the future yearn for it.

This is the meaning of Northernism.

As Fabian Ayer likes to say.

Poole, you know, in Lublin, I have a good friend who said that life is like a long night and ends at dawn.

Yes, my friend, you have ushered in your dawn, leaving us groping in this long night.

(End of this chapter)