Durin's Diary

Chapter 333 Dragon Rides Your Face
Du Lin heard that someone wanted to force the emperor to abdicate at the meeting, so the situation was escalated overnight.

But he had not thought that after rising two rings in one night, not only the assassins under his command, but even the cardinals of the Church of the Twin Mothers and the Church of the Original Creator could not sleep at night.

Early in the morning, the Bishop of the Church of the Twin Mothers gave Dulin a cloak embroidered with dense ears of wheat. This was a blessing only given to the sons of the Twin Mothers Church.

The Church of the Original Creator gave Durin a dagger, which was said to be a dagger that only the son of God was worthy of owning.

Du Lin thought about it, put them on and went to the venue.

The entire venue was filled with a warm atmosphere. Everyone was trying hard to show Du Lin their determination to seek common ground while reserving differences. They would rush to complete any task. Why does this feel so strange to me? Is it because you are leveling up too quickly and scaring them?

Maybe, but I have nearly 10 million in experience. It is not good to show off your wealth and to travel at night in fine clothes.

In short, after half a day of meetings, the expected forced abdication did not occur, everyone was having a good time, and the conspiracy and betrayal reported in the intelligence were completely false.

Until the end, when Du Lin greeted the old patriarchs one by one, they kissed Du Lin's tattoos and personal rings, and each of them was so loyal that it seemed as if they wanted to dig out their hearts to prove it.

After careful consideration, Du Lin could only pretend that all these conspiracies and intrigues had never happened.

Dulin's education prevented him from imposing judgment on crimes that had not occurred.

If they wanted to be traitors and force the emperor to abdicate, Du Lin would give them the opportunity to surrender, because they had not seen Du Lin's true strength and would misjudge that Du Lin was too merciful.

But for those who are stubborn, Du Lin will chop off their heads without hesitation.

However, a small accident happened when the meeting was adjourned. One of the kids from the Deku family was too close to Durin and caught fire when he looked directly at him.

Everyone knew that Du Lin did not take action.

Fortunately, the fire on this guy's body was extinguished after he quickly retreated.

"Treat him well and don't give him the wrong medicine." After Du Lin finished speaking, he took another look at the cloak on his body. It seems that he'd better not wear this thing in the future. Every time the Three Saints hold a meeting, the people who attend are either old vampires or old werewolves, or they have two tentacles on their heads. What a bunch of misfits.

Thinking of this, Durin said goodbye and prepared to return to the third floor of the Everburning Nest.

Watching Durin walk up the stairs, the old elves calculated in silence and felt that it must be a problem with the artifact on Durin's body - the gift from the Twin Mother Goddesses and the Original Creator carried a trace of natural sacred power. If a strong man like the old vampire Urhyula Dracula approached Durin, and the two sides were not hostile, he would at most be slightly suppressed.

But the kids who don't have enough strength can't bear it.

Or perhaps it can be said that as long as the weak have covetous hearts, they are no longer qualified to look directly at the king's appearance.

Because he doesn't deserve it.

The king has dignity. He can accept the challenge of powerful enemies, but cannot tolerate the sight of weak coveters. This is determined by the king's strength.

Urjula Dracula couldn't help but yearn for it. If Lord Durin could truly achieve dual legends one day, then with his Imaginary Race talent, wouldn't he be able to become a true assassin god? Thinking about this, he drooped his eyes and looked at the old werewolf beside him. "I heard your grandson has some complaints. Why didn't he speak up?"

"It's the same with your son. I haven't seen him say a word." The old werewolf sneered.

Then the third old man laughed. "I'd like to see who dares to boast in front of a Phantasmal. Have any of you not noticed today that our young leader has become stronger again? It's not just his level that has soared, it's as if his entire being has been elevated. Last time he was a bit of a mortal, but this time he's a true Phantasmal, giving me enough pressure to be a Phantasmal."

At this point, the old man with only the whites of his eyes clicked his tongue and said, "With nine rings on his tail at the age of fourteen, even if he's not an Invisible, he's qualified to sit in that position. Besides, everyone knows now that he's an Invisible, a new Invisible, a monster that devours the power of the source. I'd like to see who's so blind as to want to become the foundation of the new king."

"The son of Zhulong is so terrifying that I dare not look directly into his eyes. I heard that a shadow dragon has been in his way." The old man Crete with horns said with a smile.

"You Cretans have magic resistance, which is fine. I have several grandchildren here whose brains were already failing by the second half of the game, and they only managed to avoid embarrassing themselves with the immobilization spell. Look at the old vampire's child, who was perfectly fine but could even spontaneously combust. Do you think this is the strength a God-given creature should have? I don't think so." The old man with the deer race said this, but stopped talking. "What's wrong with you children? Do adults like this want to rebel?"

"The kids down there were misbehaving and we've already taught them a lesson." Several old men answered in unison.

"It's a good thing for young people to be ambitious, but stupidity is a bad thing." The old man with tentacles on his head laughed.

"Yes, Lord Durin has tattoos, a dagger, and divine grace. He's well-connected in both the black and white worlds, and he's incredibly profitable. I don't see any downside to following him. Besides, the curse on our people has been greatly alleviated since our return." The goat-horned old woman turned to look at Urjula Dracula. "Urjula, everyone now considers you Lord Durin's assistant. Don't let him and us down."

The other old woman with argali horns beside her nodded when she heard this. "Everyone treats you as their assistant now because of your outstanding service. Please don't let them covet you, Lord Uryula."

"That's a must." Urhyula Dracula answered confidently.

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Du Lin withdrew his attention from the picture shared by Daju. The intrigues of the old guys were not strange to Du Lin. On the contrary, these families who survived the Crimson Society and the wild state until now would have died and been wiped out long ago if they did not have some skills.

Moreover, Du Lin was not planning to play the role of father-to-son succession in the Three Saints Society. After two or three generations, Du Lin would hand over the Three Saints Society to a new leader.

It’s probably about forty to sixty years.

Du Lin wants to transform the Three Saints into an organization similar to the Tower. Such a transformation may succeed or fail, but no matter what, Du Lin will accept the fact of success or failure.

If you succeed, that would be great, but if you fail, it depends on how the failure looks like.

If it still conforms to the creed of the Triarchal Society, then Durin wouldn't have too many thoughts.

But if the descendants of these people betray their ideals, they will be sent to death.

After all, a traitor deserves a traitor's death.

(End of this chapter)