Durin's Diary

Chapter 364: Establishing Heaven and Earth as a Courtyard
"Is this what the human world is like? Filled with all sorts of regrets."

"Life is just like this. Every sip and every bite is destined. Those who are said to have rebelled against fate are just embarking on another path of rebellion guided by fate." Du Lin sighed in the face of Lina's doubts.

Du Lin does not believe in fate, but when people look back inadvertently, they always find that the path they are walking is a destined path.

Destiny is chosen by people, and all the goddess of fate has to do is to be a worker watching the fully automatic spinning machine jump its threads independently.

Whether it is resistance or obedience, it is just proof that people are alive.

The so-called goddess of fate is nothing more than a monster who never loses.

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The story of Durin Elsh obeying the command of the God of Vengeance and avenging Zanan Kuben spread throughout the Westland in just one day.

Some people were puzzled, like Jon Walter, the young man who was cleaning up the old mountains and rivers looked at Duke Pedra Alessandro and said, "How could he work for the God of Vengeance?"

"The vast majority of grassland elves choose to worship either the Primordial Creator or the Twin Mothers. However, they often do not object to serving another deity. As for the God of Vengeance... even a certain group of grassland elves believe in him, because words cannot slay the enemy; only swords and muskets can stop evil."

Some, like Sola Seely, were puzzled. When he heard the news, he was inspecting the munitions factory with his old friend Jim Millerson. "Doesn't this kid, Doolin, understand the importance of eradicating the roots? No, he wasn't so easy to talk to when he was killing the whole family of the murderer."

"Young Master Durin Elsh has a connection to the Triumvirate. Think about it, he has the tattoos, he has the dagger, and he's even established a brand new Triumvirate in his Everburning Lair. The Twin Mother Goddesses are his backers, and the Primordial Creator is his helper. He's gifted and talented. His only weakness is that he's too kind." Jim looked at his old friend. "The God of Vengeance believes in retribution. Human traffickers have harmed so many families, and the retribution from the God of Vengeance will be projected onto every member of that trafficker's family. Farnan Lawrence's revenge in his early years went too far, so Durin took Zanan Kul's life, exchanging one life for another. The God of Vengeance must have approved of this, otherwise he wouldn't have allowed Durin to do it."

Of course, some people still don't understand why Durin would serve the God of Vengeance, like His Majesty Hake: "I'm a little confused about Durin's beliefs. Doesn't he believe in the Twin Mother Goddesses?"

Romil has his own defense for this: "Work is work, life is life. Like me, I believe in the Twin Mothers, but I also don't mind contributing to the career of the current Goddess of Love."

"Is this the reason why you, little bastard, are wanted by several Eastern Territory families and will be killed without mercy if you show up in the Eastern Territory?" Huck leaned to the side and sneered three times.

"Am I also contributing to the affairs of the Goddess of Love? It's just a small and winding story, so let's not talk about it." Romil smiled and waved his hand.

"Guards! Send Lord Romiel to the point of the spear. If he enters the hall with his left foot first today, he will be hanged on the left!"

"You called me into the palace in the middle of the night just to hang me, right? Are you related to those families?"

This is how the quarrels between the king and his favorites have always been.

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Du Lin returned to the Everburning Nest and lived a secluded life for two days, during which time he also appeared on the training ground.

Because the little guys are now full of confidence, they all want to challenge the current leader of the Three Saints Association.

To be honest, Du Lin has never seen a kid so naughty in his life.

If someone wants to be beaten, Du Lin will make sure they get what they want.

They could use real weapons, while Dulin was empty-handed. It sounded like Dulin had suffered a great loss, but in fact, after Dulin's Candle Dragon upgraded, one of its abilities was to cover its arms with dragon scales, which could not be damaged by non-legendary weapons. Dulin could even eat the iron weapons in the children's hands alive.

The first one to come up was a half-blood giant, two and a half meters tall, holding a big wooden hammer - they also knew that Durin could control metal, and they were all very shrewd.

That's a good thing. To be an assassin, you have to learn to use your brain.

While praising him, Du Lin grabbed the swinging wooden hammer with one hand and smashed it to pieces.

The crowd of kids outside the training ground let out rapid screams.

Durin punched the half-blood giant cub in the stomach, and the boy spat out a mouthful of blood that sprayed all over the faces of the cubs behind Durin.

Du Lin was so scared that he quickly gave the big guy a treatment for his fatal injury.

"It's my fault. I didn't stop myself." Du Lin raised his hand awkwardly, indicating that he was wrong this time.

Mrs. Lin couldn't stand it any longer, so she stood up and said, "Master Du Lin, you are already a legend. How can you follow the children's mischief?"

The dumbfounded family members outside the venue all said, "Young Master Du Lin, you'd better stop fighting. These little brats will be killed one by one in your hands."

But it was a good thing. When the little guys looked at Durin, there was a lot more awe in their eyes. It finally made these guys, who were usually fearless, understand that the chair under the buttocks of the leader of the Three Saints Society was not for anyone to sit on.

After leaving the training ground, Du Lin followed Mrs. Lin and the patriarchs of several large families into the office.

"Sir, you believe in the Twin Mother Goddesses. As a grassland elf, you are not wrong, but how can you serve the God of Vengeance?" Uryula asked a question on behalf of everyone.

"Two years ago, before I even decided on my faith, I avenged a friend of mine. I sought out the God of Vengeance. I understand the God of Vengeance's faith and know what to do and what not to do. So, when I ran into a deceased Old World man and his psychic pet in a hotel in the Old World, met Zanan Kul, and learned his story, I felt the urge to avenge him."

"The sadness of the weak should not disappear like tears melting into the rain. I truly understand the words in your novel, Lord Durin." The old woman of the Pekla race with curly horns lowered her head and said in a sentimental tone.

"The weak are insignificant in civilization. Their lives are but a speck of dust in history, manipulated at will by the powerful. Their lives exist only in statistics." Speaking of this, Du Lin looked at the members of the major families before him. "When the Three Saints Society was first established, it was to help those poor people. Chief Hassan spent his entire life atoning for his previous foolish actions. He succeeded, but the Three Saints Society later split. Now, I once again inherit his mantle."

"Sir, you are of noble birth and a legend, why do you care so much about mortals? I am really curious. I have lived for one hundred and twenty-seven years and have never seen a child like you." The old leopard Pansao looked at Du Lin puzzledly. He was from the first family to join the Three Saints Society. His originally red eyes now had only a few red lines, which was proof that the curse had subsided.

"Because I have a small dream. It's not like the grand narrative of liberating humanity, like Northernism, nor is it as great as the emperor who unified the Western Continent in legendary stories. I just want... one day, every cub in this world will be able to eat well, not suffer from the cold, not suffer from slavery, and not be harmed by evil."

Du Lin sat on a chair with his back to the light from the window. Shrouded in shadow, he hugged the snow leopard cub that jumped onto his legs.

"This dream is really small, but for me, it is a beauty that cannot be exchanged for gold."

Du Lin thought of the lucky moment when he was young. His mentor gave him and his friends a way to survive in the wind and snow, so that they would not freeze to death or starve to death in the corner of the abandoned city.

Even later, when he and his friends who had betrayed the tower were fighting for their lives, neither of them had forgotten this little dream.

(End of this chapter)