Durin's Diary

Chapter 366 Using Qianjiangyue’s Light

The development of the Three Saints Society is a bit too automatic.

This was Durin's only thought after a week of eating and waiting to die in the Everburning Lair.

Mrs. Lin and Mrs. Katrina serve as general managers and manage financial affairs.

Uncle Hannibal is responsible for training young people how to use guns to hit targets two hundred meters away instead of wasting bullets on the ground.

The leaders of the big families manage the small families that are dependent on them, and the jobs on the task boards are always snapped up as soon as they are posted.

There are old farmers in Farol recalling their past oppression by the nobles; there are also serfs liberated by Northernism and the tears of blood shed when they recall their family members who starved to death; there is even the sorrow expressed by the widow of a policeman who was hanged together with the farmer for refusing to shoot him.

Each of these sufferings selected by the Three Saints made Durin sigh - there were so many sufferings on this land, no wonder after the emergence of Northernism, so many people were willing to join in even at the risk of their own lives and the extinction of their clans.

Because they wanted to seek justice from the king, the nobles, and the injustice.

Tooth for tooth, blood for blood.

Most of these commissions from Farol did not come with a bounty, but Durin announced that all assassins could freely withdraw the property of the targets, and the profits would be split 50-50. Fifty percent of the 50% that Durin took would be given to the client, 50% of the remaining portion would be used as a fund for the Triarchy, and the remaining portion would be used as the expansion cost of the Everburning Nest.

Soon, the Three Saints Society became a thorn in the side of the Central and Southern Alliance. The vast majority of the nobles who fled Farol entered the Central and Southern regions, naively believing that the lawless area would be peaceful because it was used as a buffer zone between the major powers.

But that is for the big countries. In the eyes of the Three Saints, the target chooses where to bury the target, and all they do is to make sure the target's family is together.

It’s a pity that the Everburning Lair is located in the heart of the Great Wasteland, and is even next to the Temple of the Primordial Creator in the Everforged Fortress.

It's not that they didn't send people through diplomatic channels, but unfortunately, they were ordered away by the Church's Bishop. What? You want us to hand over Durin, seal the Everburning Nest, and declare the Triarchal Order illegal? You're so awesome, why don't you take the chair under the Primordial Creator?

Let them send troops to fight. Even if these roving soldiers and brave men in Central and South have a hundred courage, it will be useless.

As a result, the aristocratic atmosphere in the Central and Southern United Kingdom quickly changed 180 degrees - after all, there was a fact that a suffering merchant in Vienna accused the aristocracy of bullying and killing his children and grandchildren, and the Three Saints Society sent people overnight to send the aristocratic family to reunite in hell.

If you have made a small mistake, try your best to make up for it.

Those who committed serious mistakes fled overnight.

His crime was unforgivable. He hired mercenaries to ensure his safety, but one night, assassins with guns killed the mercenaries and his entire family.

Of course, those who could enjoy the Three Saints' package were all guilty of unforgivable crimes. If anyone dared to report a verbal spat between neighbors or the daily insults of citizens, the Three Saints would hang the so-called victim and whip him three times.

Just when Du Lin thought he could just live a life of idleness and wait for death in the second half of the year, Romiel Kriggen, deputy director of the Sidney Center for the Arts, came to visit again.

"Why don't you do your assistant again, deputy director? I've heard your excuses." Du Lin was very curious about this.

"That assistant was so lifeless, I didn't like it, so I kicked him out to the art center and was just about to retire. The old director read the book Blade Runner 2077 you wrote and insisted that I come to make an appointment with you." As soon as Romil entered the building, he collapsed on the rubber water sofa used by guests: "You are still so lively here. I just didn't believe it and came to see the scenery from the steps outside. I almost died on the steps. Why is it so hot here?" When Romil said this, his tongue stuck out.

"Nonsense! The afternoon temperature here is over 35 degrees Celsius, with no clouds in the sky. The ground feels over 40 degrees Celsius. Apart from the unlucky guy in the watchtower, not many people are willing to walk outside. There are quite a lot of fearless Yankees like you lately. The Everburning Nest carries several emergency teams up every day."

To be honest, every time a northerner suffering from heatstroke was carried up the stone steps under the midday sun into the hall, Du Lin wanted to complain - Don't you know that the temperature in Paris in summer is 20 degrees, and in Copenhagen it is between 10 and 20 degrees. You really look down on the Eternal Fortress.

Du Lin changed the subject at this point: "Why did your director ask you to come and meet me?"

"Of course I want to invest money in you to make Blade Runner 2077." Romil said this and looked at Du Lin. "I'm giving you money. Haven't you been making too much money lately? This is a business worth tens of thousands of dollars. Can't you show a little respect to the client?"

Du Lin was silent for a moment and snapped his fingers.

The curtains on the windowsill were drawn, the rolled-up screen was lowered, and Reed, who was reading a book nearby, ran over and turned on the imaging device.

Romil looked at the lines that appeared on the screen. Xiaolong was silent for a moment, then looked at Dulin in horror: "You've already filmed it!?"

"Yes, I've been a bit slacking off this year. I've only completed one work so far." Du Lin fell headfirst onto the sofa and put his arm around Reid who was sitting next to him.

From the first frame of the movie, Romil's eyes almost popped out - Du Lin's daily life in his previous life was no different from the old era in mythology in this era, and it was even worse.

When his wheelless flying car first took to the air, he yelled like an idiot: "How much does such a cool car cost? I want to buy one! Give me a 20% discount! Brother, I beg you!"

"If the engine can't be fixed, forget it for at least the next few years. Besides, it's meant to be used for military purposes first." Du Lin thought, you're trying to buy it with your little pocket money. At the same time, he also had questions for this kid: "By the way, what the hell have you been up to in the Eastern Territory? I'm telling you, a family has already come to the Three Saints for help. I ultimately rejected their request, saying that the Three Saints don't care about dirty tricks. Otherwise, according to the rules, our assassins would have to castrate you personally. If they can't deal with you, I'll have to bring people here myself, and then we'll have to fight your family, which wouldn't be good."

"Isn't it just that I'm in love with their girl?" Romil was anxious. "How could they do this! It's ok to do it in the grassland elf territory, but how could they come to you for help! How could they be so mean! I just slept with their girl, I'm not irresponsible! It's them who won't let me take responsibility! They say I'm a bad guy!"

"Haha, you two are in love, you say this to everyone." Li De laughed.

"Damn, you guys have to believe me... Never mind, I'll go back and talk to my director. It's fine if your film is a success, since he's paying for you to premiere it in Sydney anyway." After saying that, Romil ran away, fearing that the assassins of the Triarchy would come and catch him the next second.

Lid smiled and collapsed into Du Lin's arms.

Du Lin shook his head - this guy is really a playboy and falls in love with every girl he meets. If you were single, it would be fine, but you are too timid... No wonder other people can come to the Three Saints Society for help.

It seems that I need to find an opportunity to report this kid's whereabouts to those families.

Romil, don't blame me, I'm doing this for your own good.

Thinking of this, Du Lin was moved by his own responsibility.

My brother and I, whoever follows who.

(End of this chapter)