Durin's Diary

Chapter 297 Ambition is the branch of desire
Many reporters have already stood up and started cheering.

After all, we have seen many hypocritical guys telling lies, but it is rare to find a big man like Secretary Sora who dares to directly praise the name of God and pass the lie detection in one breath.

So, Austin followed the crowd and stood up and started clapping with everyone.

Secretary Sola reached out and pressed the button. "I'm just an honest, ordinary person. As for you, young journalist, I understand that we're on different sides and have different opinions, and I don't blame you. The glorious victory of Northernism this time is inseparable from every brave young person of this era. They are factory workers and farmers in the villages. They may not be as knowledgeable as you, but they all have a love for life."

At this point, he turned and pointed at the screen behind him. "Our envoy has delivered the letter to Bologna. We hope the defenders of Bologna will abandon their evil ways and join the good. We, the Northernists, are the army that liberates serfs. There are still many serfs in the north of Farol, and many young men in the garrison have joined the army to avoid becoming serfs for their families. I sincerely hope they will lay down their arms for the sake of their families."

At this point, Secretary Sola smiled again and pointed at the form that appeared on the screen. "I, Sola Siri, the Third Secretary of the Northernists, am willing to pledge my reputation. All garrison troops who voluntarily surrender and are willing to join the Northernists in fighting for a just cause are welcome. We are also willing to pay for your journey home. If your home is in the South, that's even better. We welcome you home."

This time, Austin joined everyone in clapping.

Excellent point, Secretary Sora! As long as we prove this method works in Bologna, Northernism can convince the doubting souls of this land that we are the true righteous!

"Now we will have a free question session. If you want to ask a question, please raise your right hand. I can answer you as best as I can without revealing military secrets." Secretary Sora said with a smile.

Lyon, who was next to Austin, was the first to raise his hand and naturally got the precious opportunity to ask the first question.

"Respected Secretary Sora, I'd like to know how you achieved such a brilliant victory, with 70,000 men defeating 90,000 with so few casualties."

"Because we have the support of the Church of the Original Creator, we have the best craftsmen serving us."

Secretary Sola's answer filled Austin with excitement—Great! Northernism had acquired the best craftsmen. Those machine guns and rifles must have been made for our comrades by these craftsmen!

"Thank you, I have no problem." Lyon sat down contentedly.

Soon, Secretary Sola picked a few more reporters and their questions were answered.

At the end, Austin, who was busy writing a manuscript, suddenly turned his head to look at his colleague who had just stood up.

Because he asked a question that sounded very sharp to him.

"Some say that the large amount of military aid Northernism received this time is related to Lord Durin Ayrsh, is that correct?"

The question was indeed very pointed, as Austin heard the reporters begin to whisper.

Secretary Sora was silent for a moment, then he listened attentively for a moment and finally smiled and made way.

A child wearing an old Sicilian robe emerged from the backstage.

He has a pair of black dragon horns entangled with golden threads on his forehead, and a long dragon tail coiled behind him.

He approached the podium, seemed to notice Austin, and smiled in his direction. "I am Dolin Elsh, also Dolin Corleone. The former is the identity my grandfather gave me, the latter is the definition my father gave me. I am a nobleman and a Northerner. As for the reporter's question, I can answer it on behalf of Secretary Sora."

At this point, the young gentleman turned around, his low ponytail dancing. "Everything in the world, whether it's wind, rain, thunder, or lightning, spring, summer, autumn, or winter, is a blessing and a test bestowed upon us by Mother Nature, each with its own unique rhythm and melody. Life is like a flower, whether it grows in the wilderness or in a greenhouse, it is inseparable from the laws of nature, quietly blooming in its own season. Similarly, the help the Northerners received this time was the same. These weapons also naturally appeared in the hands of the Northerners, were used appropriately by them, and helped them achieve victory."

At this point, the young gentleman smiled and stretched out his hand to suppress it: "I know everyone will think I am speaking in riddles, but I cannot reveal the military secrets of Northernism. You can put my last words and my last words together in the newspaper. Thank you."

"Mr. Du Lin! I'm Austin! Do you still remember me?" Seeing that Mr. Du Lin was about to step down, Austin raised his hand as if possessed.

"Mr. Austin, the great reporter of the God of Knowledge Daily in Copenhagen, how could I have forgotten? Do you have any questions?"

"I, I'm just too excited. In just one year, you've grown so much. I want to know what your plans are for the future."

Secretary Sora was stunned for a moment, then he was the first to laugh.

The old man smiled very happily.

Du Lin also smiled somewhat helplessly. He pointed at the screen and said, "I will make many, many movies in the future, and provide this land with entertainment that everyone likes, until the day when people no longer like watching movies."

"I don't believe there is a better form of entertainment than movies." Austin thought for a moment and asked with some confusion.

"Before the advent of movies, opera was the best pastime; and before the advent of music, books were the best entertainment. I believe that people in the future will create entertainment that is better and more wonderful than movies. By then, this new form of entertainment will become a brand new art form, just like movies."

At this point, Dulin smiled as he walked to the front of the stage and shook hands with Austin, who had stood up. He smiled and said, "I believe the future will be better, that there will one day be no more wars in the world. For all this beauty, I am willing to serve the Northern Movement, which vows to liberate serfs and slaves. Oh, I forgot to mention that I have converted to the Church of the Twin Mothers. The benevolent Twin Mothers taught the grassland elves that a beautiful future must be created with the hands of each of us. I firmly believe in this."

"Thank you, I will definitely publish what you said on the front page!" Austin nodded excitedly.

"Okay, take care of yourself too, great reporter." After saying that, Du Lin released his hand and waved to the reporters who were applauding excitedly in the audience. "I have always believed that the flame was lit to prove that two plus two equals four; the sword will be drawn to prove that summer leaves are green. These are the truths of the world, and we will use all means to defend them. We are willing to fight for this leaf!"

The elves and half-elves clapped wildly, some even shedding tears of joy.

Du Lin smiled and saluted, then turned and walked towards the backstage entrance.

Austin was clapping too.

Because he found that Mr. Roy's third child had grown up unnoticed.

He possesses a maturity and wisdom far beyond his peers.

What he said is enough to make him the best sage!
Glory to the Corleone Family!
(End of this chapter)