Durin's Diary

Chapter 365: Poems Filling the Wall
The patriarchs of several large families looked at each other in confusion.

Finally, Uryula knelt on one knee in front of Durin.

Du Lin was a little confused.

But Durin would not understand that in their eyes, the current Durin Elsh had ignited ambitions that no mortal should have - the light behind Durin was pure and flawless at this moment.

Never before has such a powerful legendary warlock made such a small and grand wish, so small that it seems to be easily fulfilled, yet so grand that no one has ever wanted to realize it.

Those legends of the past, or those chosen by gods, drifted with the tide of the times and were eventually swallowed up by time, or they dreamed of becoming emperors, the only one.

But without exception, they all failed.

What Young Master Du Lin chose was actually a path to becoming a god.

Every legend who aspires to this goal will make his wish, and when the wish is truly realized, his priesthood will be derived from this wish.

As long as there are believers and fellow travelers, lighting the divine fire is no problem.

In the eyes of every old man, it is not important what kind of god the child in front of them will eventually become. What is important is that they can serve a new god. This is a good thing that many families more noble and great than theirs cannot find even if they search all over the earth.

And the god who has such a wish to let all children have enough food must be the most benevolent.

Serving a benevolent deity is considered by many families to be an unattainable blessing.

"Stop kneeling." Master Du Lin sighed, but the young life did not understand.

This is nothing, the older generation is not surprised by this - what surprises them is that a legend usually only understands the path he wants to take and what he wants to achieve after he reaches middle age.

Young Master Du Lin was the first legend to set such a grand ambition at the age of fifteen.

His youth amazed everyone present.

"No, it is our family's honor to serve your Triune Order. It is a piece of history that our family can be proud of. We will remember it until this era and our family come to an end." The old vampire answered with a pious look on his face.

The old leopard drew his dagger, cut open his palm, and smeared the blood on his forehead: "My family will follow in your footsteps forever, and we are willing to shed our blood for this small but intuitive ambition."

The half-elf placed his hands on his chest and said, "We, the Lord, are willing to fight for this leaf and keep this oath. Please bear witness to our blood."

Then came the Pekla. She broke off both of her horns and held the other horn in her hands, offering it to Durin. "Sir, you must be able to see a future we cannot. Before today, the legends only promised beautiful but unrealistic grand wishes. But today, I have seen what you call insignificant, and in my opinion, it is greater than all that... Sir, my family is willing to shed its blood for your choice."

Du Lin was puzzled. "So, how can I compensate you?"

"We only ask that you carry the flag of our clan under your command," the four old men answered in unison.

It really couldn’t be more true.

Daju and Eleven completed the analysis at the same time.

Du Lin was deeply moved. "Since you all say so, I agree. Tell all the families that from today on, the Three Saints will once again serve this land." He put the little leopard down and stood up. "Uryula, don't be so stubborn about those targets you can't accomplish. Tell me, and I'll go myself."

"Your will." The old vampire lowered his head. Uryula was convinced at this moment. He had never believed that his choice was so correct as at this moment - Master Durin was kind, but not bound by order. The kindness of chaotic kindness was not a disaster, but it was not tolerated by order.

You know, in the eyes of order, there is no difference between good and evil - because order is just a tool of rule, and doing good or doing evil is just words that need to be written and understood as needed.

"Old Oro, tell the children not to bully the innocent, not to harm the innocent, and certainly not to kill the innocent. Anyone who violates the treaty of the Three Saints will be punished with flesh, blood, and even life."

The old leopard nodded reverently, his eyes filled with respect for the young master. Chaotic good was originally an extension of the Triarch's creed. Chaotic good was simply another definition of good, meaning chaos could not tolerate order. That's why kings and nobles would criticize chaotic good as wrong.

But the most powerful Primordial Creator is a chaotic good. His chaos is a contempt for order, and the mortals he saved, those gods of order can't even compare to him. Can you say that the Primordial Creator is wrong?
He is so powerful and so kind, so what can he do wrong?

As he walked past the old woman, Du Lin took the pair of horns from her hand and then put them back into hers.

This meant that Durin did not accept their oath to be servants.

"Every life is born free, and I will not take this freedom away at will. But, Madam Idar, I will forever remember your oath. That is enough. You, now free, will serve the free Trinity."

"Your kindness will be remembered by me and my family. My girls and I will fight for you and your aspirations until our death."

The old woman bowed reverently.

Her tears dripped onto the floor. Ever since her family left the Triarchal Society, it had been like a lost dog. For hundreds of years, the Idar family had been unable to raise any boys, and every boy had died of weakness and illness at the age of thirteen.

But since returning to the Three Saints Society, the oldest boy in the family is already thirteen and a half years old. He is alive and well, can run and jump, and has even inherited the family bloodline, igniting the extraordinary path of an assassin.

All the family members were excited - the Idar family once again had a male. All this was due to the kindness of Master Durin. He accepted the child Alyssa, which brought a turning point to the Idar family. The child also gave up his position as the family patriarch just to serve Master Durin.

According to the Idar family's point of view, even if the family becomes Master Durin's servants, no one will complain.

But now, Master Durin has returned the most precious freedom to the Idar family, and even promised to let the free Idar family serve the free Triarch... How merciful! So kind! This favor will never be repaid by the Idar family!

She believed that every descendant of the family would gather under the banner of the Three Saints Society. As long as the Three Saints Society was still under the care of Master Durin and his descendants, the Idar family would be willing to shed their blood for it.

If a traitor appears in the family, the Idar family will personally execute the traitor without any instructions from the young master! No mercy!

At this time, Durin came to the half-elf.

"I remember your oath. Your swords and your strings will obey my command, right?"

"Yes, my lord, we are your blade, your string, and the extension of your will. We will serve you forever and gather under your banner without regrets." The half-elf knelt on one knee in front of Master Durin.

"Then I'll leave the Three Saints Society and I in your care." The young master said, smiling and nodding, "Thank you for your hard work."

(End of this chapter)