Durin's Diary

Chapter 267 Jumping Face
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Sidney United, Paris, Palais des Chaussés, Halle du Roi.

Romiel van Kliggen listened to the thunder of his own majesty.

"How dare that brat from the Elsh family!" Throwing the intelligence in his hand at Romil's feet, the fifty-something Lord Sidney glared at Romil: "Romil! My nephew! Explain to me!"

"Durin Elsh is currently the Circle of Truth's resident envoy in Copenhagen. He represents the Circle of Truth, not the Eastern Elven Embassy. I suggest those bloated ministers in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs make sure they don't go to the wrong place to file a complaint." Romil didn't pick up the scraps of paper on the ground. "As for where did you get the information, Your Majesty, that Durin used the diplomatic channel to send the Sidney United Party secretary back to Marseille after fleeing to Copenhagen? Do you have any witnesses or physical evidence?"

"This is information from an intelligence agent within the Northern Liberation Army! Give me witnesses and physical evidence!"

"How do you know he's not a double agent? So many people have died in the Northernists recently, including Roy Corleone, the Northernists' chief secretary in Copenhagen. And yet, in such a formidable organization, there's a spy like yours who's managed to reach such a high position. How do you know he wasn't deliberately placed there, and even released such information today?" Romil said, looking at his uncle on the throne. "Your Majesty, even if Durin Elsh did this, how can you blame him?"

"What do you mean!" The man on the throne was so angry that his hair and beard stood on end.

"His father was assassinated by Prince Bailey for his ideals, and Prince Bailey died in Sans Souci Palace afterwards. What about you? If you kill him, will you die in the King's Hall yourself, or let one of my three cousins ​​die in your place? Or should we all die here, with our entire family neatly arranged?"

"I will kill you now!" His Majesty pulled out a gun from his waist.

"This gun was invented by Durin Elsh. If you want to kill me, you have to change it. I think the one on the wall behind you is good. It's a musket passed down from our ancestors. It's just right for shooting unfilial descendants like you and me." After saying that, Romil simply sat down.

"That's enough, Your Majesty. Sir Romil is not wrong. Although Mr. Durin's father, Roy Corleone, never took care of him for a day, the power of example is infinite. Your children are proud to have a father like you, and I believe Mr. Durin thinks so too." At this time, the woman on the queen's seat finally spoke with a smile.

"Just spoil your nephew!" The old man put away his gun and sat down. "Dulin has no sense of propriety. Today he dared to let the secretary of the Northern Party go through the diplomatic channel, and tomorrow he dared to sell the contents of the warehouse to them! Now the balance and peace that we, the nobles and the people have worked so hard to achieve is in danger of being lost."

"Do you think the warehouse in the Eastern Elf Territory belongs to Durin alone, my majesty? Back then, Roy of the Corleone family paid the price of changing his second son's surname to Elsh in order to open up a gap in the Eastern Elf Territory. Now Durin is a boy, and there are many girls around him. What do you think can be used to bribe this child? Money, fame, with the talent shown by this child, he has no shortage of it, and he will even have a lot of it in the future." Romil talked while crossing his legs.

The queen then joined in. "Why not just marry Astrid of the Alessandro family to Durin? Even if we don't get any benefits, as long as we can produce a Candle Dragon child, it's a good thing. Besides, I heard that Durin is very kind to those around him and won't harm little Astrid. Isn't this also a concern of yours?"

"It's not our business to worry about this. The old dog from the Alessandro family has already given Astrid to Durin." His Majesty's expression twisted when he mentioned this. "That old dog didn't even ask me what I thought. I won't allow it! How can this promiscuous little bastard be worthy of my little Astrid!"

"Old Pereira doesn't count as a grandfather, you count as an uncle." Romil said sarcastically with shaking legs. The next second he lowered his head and dodged the flying slippers.

"Guards! Drag this kid out and tie him to the spear statue at the door so he can calm down!" The barefoot king stood up and pointed to the door. "Even my grandfather didn't beat me like this!" Romil screamed as he was dragged away by the guards.

The ruler of a country put on his slippers again and looked at his queen. "My dear, please write a letter and invite Astrid to stay in Sidney for a while. Tell her that the north is too cold."

"You are still like a child. It's not easy to write a letter. I'd better go there myself." After saying this, his queen smiled and stood up: "Your Majesty, is there anything else you want to ask?"

"Put some pressure on this kid and let him know that there are always people better than him. Bring more people with you." The king waved his hand, and his guards retreated one after another. When there were no outsiders in the royal hall, he sat on the throne again.

An old man appeared silently in the hall.

"Uryula Dracula's family has been confirmed to be free of the curse. He has now clearly stated that he will not accept any assassination missions against the Corleone family, even against the Clegane family, who have done him a great favor. For this, he is willing to cut off his own arm in exchange for the favor. Considering your instructions, I did not let him do this."

"That's right. This just proves this child's relationship with the original creator. A thirteen-year-old favored one, a fantasy species, able to command dragon species... If this child one day wants to become the overlord of this land, how can we resist him?"

"He has not yet shown such a desire, my lord."

"But people change. His father, Roy, was an uneducated and unlearned scoundrel in his early years. Ultimately, he was assassinated while serving as a Northernist secretary. Even the Church of the Original Creator and the Church of the Twin Mothers have canonized him as a saint." At this point, the king sighed, "Don't be fooled by this child's close ties with Northernism. His actions truly don't resemble those of a Northernist at all."

"Like his father," the old man replied with a smile. "Didn't Your Majesty say that people change? Only those who can betray their class can achieve great things, but they will eventually be despised, just like Jean Mayer. Look, who in this world would still say good things about him?"

"But he will always hold a place in the hearts of the common people. He is a true hero. Even my father said that if he could, he would have fought under him for this land, rather than risking his life by taking each other's children." The king looked at the old man and said, "Since no one is willing to take on the assassination, let's give up. Let's see why the Original Creator chose this child."

"Even if one day this young man overthrows the rule of Clegane, that would be fine."

"If the reign of House Clegane is to end, it would mean my family has fallen behind. Since the people want to elect a new king, my family should have abdicated. After all, we were merely untitled foot knights back then, inheriting the throne only through fate." He stood up and looked down at his Shadow Hall Head. "But before that, keep a close eye on these Northerners and prevent them from disrupting the fragile peace between the three parties of the Sidney Alliance."

"Your will." The old man lowered his head, leaned forward, and finally disappeared into the darkness.

(End of this chapter)