Durin's Diary

Chapter 292 Never Compromise
Angelio Gallagher came in with an angry look on his face.

The reason was simple. What happened this morning had spread throughout the South—the Noble God's men had attacked the Millerson family, and Old Jim's wife had stepped in front of the gun to protect her husband and was shot three times and died.

His young son was nearly kidnapped.

This was a betrayal of the armistice agreement, because the most ridiculous thing was that after comparing the time, the messenger of the God of Nobility only delivered the ceasefire agreement to the Great Cathedral of the Original Creator in the Great Wasteland 17 minutes after the attack.

Normally, this kind of thing must be delivered three days in advance.

So, Angallio Gallagher, on behalf of the Church of the Original Creator, informed Old Jim that the church had issued the strongest statement possible, stating that if no explanation was given, the Church of the Original Creator would make the appropriate choice.

"As a first step, the Church has decided to issue an Eastern Territory Freedom Purchase Agreement to your family and Second Secretary Ace Meyer, the Northernists of Farol South. This agreement is valid for five years, and you and the Northernists each have one unconditional opportunity to extend the term. My Lord has instructed me to personally deliver it to Mr. Jim and Second Secretary Ace Meyer."

My goodness, what Lord Gallagher said was truly a huge reassurance - with this thing, the Millerson family and the northernist camp south of Farol could openly purchase anything from the Eastern Elf Territory at a 20% discount.

Including but not limited to weapons, ammunition, and artillery.

"Can I collect it for you?" Sora asked.

Lord Gallagher listened attentively for a moment, then nodded with a smile. "Of course, please sign for it, Mr. Sola. Your organization is dedicated to good, and our Lord is deeply pleased. I hope you will continue on the right path."

"We are fighting for liberation and will follow the right path." Sora signed and left with the agreement - he had to leave because he had to hand the agreement to Ace Meyer in person.

"Thank you, Lord Primordial Creator, for your mercy on an old man like me."

"It was the Noble God who broke the contract first. My Lord cannot sit idly by."

After comforting Old Jim, Angallio Gallagher looked at Dulin and said, "I heard that you chose the Twin Mothers after all, right?"

"Yes, my family has always believed in the Twin Mother Goddesses, and I don't think there's any difference."

Durin's words made Angalio Gallagher burst into laughter. "Indeed, it's good for you to become a follower of the Twin Mother Goddesses. Although you are a Candle Dragon, you are still a Candle Dragon the size of a grassland elf. Even if you do nothing, we of the Primordial Creator Church will lend you a helping hand for the sake of the Twin Mother Goddesses. Moreover, you have contributed to the Elven Leader, the Church, and our Lord. We will definitely protect you."

After seeing this person off, Du Lin once again found himself in a situation with nothing to do - now was not the time to go to the Supernatural Market.

In order to find something to do, Du Lin checked the weapons in the hands of the young people of the Millerson family.

It can only be said that they are rich, because the shotguns in their hands are all the latest Durin 11 models that can be bought in gun stores.

Shotguns are legal to own in Farol, and you don't even need a gun license - because in theory the green-skinned orcs still have a chance to attack the city-states of Farol, so shotguns can be used not only for hunting, but also for defending the city.

This rule is said to have been established for more than a hundred years. In the early years, the green-skinned orcs were even able to invade Sicily and Farol, but were repelled round after round by the locals using super-long halberds and shotguns.

It has now become a political correctness unique to Farol. People can talk about banning any gun, but banning shotguns will not work no matter who comes or what they say.

The shotgun shells were also varied - Du Lin took a gun and unloaded six shotgun shells. The first one was a single-headed bullet that he had reloaded himself, and the lead blocks inside were irregular.

The second shot was probably a civilian shotgun shell used in Farol. The third shot was also a shotgun shell, but the shell looked like the ammunition from Sidney.

The fourth shot was still a single-headed bullet, but this time it was a military bullet, or even a standard Grassland Elf bullet.

The remaining two shots were shotgun shells with large pellets, civilian products. The loudest one would mean victory.

Du Lin thought for a moment and looked at old Jim who was walking over. The old man's eyes were red. Du Lin cleared his throat and was about to find another topic when he heard the sound of another car braking in front of the gate.

When he opened the door, he saw Sora who had gone and returned, and this time there was an old man beside him.

It was none other than Ace Meyer.

The old man walked into the hall and extended his hand.

Old Jim hesitated for a moment, then finally shook hands with the old man.

Ace saw Dulin and nodded. He also noticed Dulin's gaze: "Mr. Dulin, do you have any insights on the guns and bullets of us Farol people?"

"The gun is good, but the bullets are very mixed. Do you have a bullet workshop here?" Du Lin asked.

Old Jim shook his head and replied, "Officials don't allow it."

"Isn't it? You even sell illegal liquor, so why don't you dare to do this?" Du Lin laughed.

"The Northerners are strictly investigating private reinstallations, but if we are caught, we will be in trouble." At this point, the old man sighed.

"Jim, how long do you plan to keep the things in the nearby basement secret?" Old Ace stepped forward. The elderly historian looked at Dulin and said, "The owner of Florence's largest underground bullet and bomb processing black workshop is Mr. Jim Millerson."

"I want to save up bullets and rifles! I don't want to see my children when I die and ask them to forgive me, a useless father!" Old Jim was furious like a child who hid his favorite toy but was exposed.

"Then have you ever thought about why the Northerners, who don't allow anyone to do this, haven't discovered your workshop yet?" Ace Max said, patting Old Jim on the shoulder. "My ancestors are Yankees, but my mother is Sicilian. Now that the Church of the Noble God has torn off their disguise, let us complete our unfinished journey of revenge."

"And then you're going to throw me into your jail?" asked Old Jim. He looked a little nervous and more suspicious.

"No, from now on, you, the Millerson family, will be the owners of the Northernist Florence Arsenal. As long as you don't betray the Northernists, you have the final say in the arsenal. For the sake of our fallen families, the Sicilians swear an oath of blood!"

After saying that, Sora brought over two empty cups.

Durin used his long tail to roll out a dagger from his waist, purified it with flames, and poured wine on it until the flames gradually died down, then he nailed it to the coffee table.

Old Jim drew his dagger and cut his thumb: "Sicilians swear blood oath!"

Taking the dagger from Old Jim, Ace cut his thumb: "This time, no compromise!"

(End of this chapter)