Durin's Diary

Chapter 392: Raising Brother for Thousand Days
The king of the Central and Southern United Region eventually died at the hands of Durin's sword.

He was captured and shamefully knelt before Durin, begging for his life.

How could this be possible, when so many men had died for his crown, overwhelmed by Durin's army, and never surrendered until their death?

So, Du Lin got off the couch, stretched out his hand, and the long swords in the hands of the dead soldiers in the central and southern parts of the distance came to him.

With a sword flower and then a throw, Durin nailed the despicable king to the ground.

In response to the bishops' doubts, Duhring used a short sentence that was both vulgar and elegant as an explanation and conclusion.

"The blood of a king must end with the sword. This land has so many loyal and righteous men who have shed their blood for him, and yet he has failed them so badly. Such an unrighteous man should be slain with the swords of those who died for him."

The Bishop of the Twin Mother Goddesses and the Primordial Creator nodded, acknowledging Durin's explanation.

The Bishop of the God of Nobility thought about it and nodded.

The merciful Bishop of the God of Suffering relaxed his frown and saluted Durin.

The remaining War God Bishop nodded with satisfaction: "Lord Durin is right. The coward will die of shame. You killed him well."

Durin touched his chest, then signaled the guards to drag the coward's body away and hang it on the rack.

At this time, the coffin containing the body of Caesars Peterson-Adams was lifted up. Dulin signaled that the coffin should be packed and sent to Farol. Caesars Peterson-Adams had no children in his life. He died as a sword master in an honor duel with Dulin. He was qualified to be buried next to his brother.

The battlefield was littered with corpses, and Durin sent an envoy - since the establishment of the theocracy in the Great Wasteland and the completion of the Eternal Fortress, Vienna had not been besieged for a long time.

Du Lin didn't know whether this city had the courage to be his enemy.

The reality is no.

Vienna opened its doors to surrender and handed over all the human traffickers who had not yet escaped. Most importantly, Vienna's lord, Ambrunn Hertha, actually found a list of pseudonyms from an underground auction house.

The ink is not dry.

He didn't lie.

Eleven and Daju both gave him a guarantee.

Du Lin laughed, handed the booklet to old Enrique, and pointed at the embarrassed old man: "Okay, as long as this booklet is true, Lord Ambrun, you will be a meritorious person."

Then he turned to look at the puzzled old Enke and said, "Tell our warden to execute all the human traffickers and to publicize the righteous act of the city lord, Ambrun Herta!"

"I am willing to serve Your Majesty!" The old man knelt on one knee on the ground and declared his allegiance to Du Lin.

"I will establish the Austrian-Swiss Union, and the land and mountains will be under my protection." Having said this, Durin walked up to Ambrunn Hertha with a smile. "Also, I believe in Northernism. Mayor Ambrunn Hertha, please call me Protector of the Country."

………………When Poole Lily Corleone arrived in Vienna with his luggage and his team, there was no trace of the battlefield outside the city.

The reason was simple: his younger brother Dulin spent money to have the farmers clean up the bodies.

Many of the farmers were surrendered soldiers - they were all pardoned, and after gaining their freedom, they were not loyal to Durin, but at least they were grateful.

Because of the contrast, many noble families are still swaying in the wind on street lamps and gallows.

Durin completed the invasion and all the nobles were stripped of their titles. Durin gave them two choices - either give up their titles and leave this land, or defend your yard and wait for Durin to come and kill your entire family.

After hearing that even the Sword Saint couldn't do anything to Durin, these Austrian nobles chose to flee. They paid half of the ransom and left the current Austrian-Swiss Union.

This is the case with the nobility in the Austrian region.

As for the Swiss in the Alps, most of the people in the mountains were extremely poor, and most of them gladly accepted Dühring's offer to transform them into landlords. As landlords, Dühring did not collect noble taxes from them and exempted them from land taxes for the first five years.

For those who disagreed, Du Lin rode his dragon to bring warmth to a few families. After the rest surrendered, their land was confiscated and they were driven out of their homeland by Du Lin.

Even the God of Nobility could not find fault with such an action - it was a common fact that when the Central and South nobles united to annex each other, their entire family would be killed. For someone like Du Lin, he was already very restrained and merciful.

"Your brother, our Lord Durin has truly given us a huge business." The sorcerer sighed as he looked at the huge city before him. "He actually handed this country over to you like that. I've never seen anyone so magnanimous."

The half-elf mage girl put her hands on her hips and looked at the garden below the balcony. "Look at this garden! I never dared to dream of having such a garden. You told me that I could live here in the future. I must be dreaming."

"Believe me, this is definitely not a dream. Lord Durin is the genuine legendary Candle Dragon Warlock. He doesn't care about worldly things. Think about it, he likes making movies more than power, otherwise he would invite our doctor here to help him take care of this land, a union! Oh my God, I am the one living in the dream." The Links cub sentry was sitting by the window, stroking a kitten happily.

The Pansao girl shaman was carrying a large bucket of ice cream. In Farol, her cold-resistant characteristics were of no use, and instead she felt the pain of summer every day.

Fortunately, there is a lot of ice cream here, and it is said that the production process was invented by Turin, so it can be produced in large quantities.

The Kuni girl stenographer took her shorthand book and said: "Doctor, did your brother tell you to do anything?"

"He asked me to build and develop this land using the Northernist approach," Poole answered, looking at the map in front of him. "He gave me a lot of money and also left me with some advice. Next, a railway will be built from the local area and the Great Woodlands, and then south to Rovinj, where we will build a new port..."

At this point, Poole immediately understood his brother's idea - he wanted to join the business with the Changtang people!
Moreover, he has an absolute advantage, that is, he is Zhulong. Even the most proud Changtang merchants dare not show disrespect in front of him.

It's also a good thing. The Chamber of Commerce in Venice has always been secretly disobeying the Northernists. Since you are so unkind, don't blame the Northernists for having other ideas.

Thinking of this, Poole turned to look at the dwarf and said, "Gold Ingot, old friend, you and Stargazer will set off for Rovinj in two weeks. We will then oversee the establishment of the new port there."

"The harbor! I hate it! We spent half a year in Genoa admiring the sea. We finally have a large garden, and now we're going to see the sea again." The Linsk girl narrator lamented, "I can't walk anymore. I need a kiss from the doctor."

Poole smiled and bent down to kiss the little Chat girl on the forehead.

(End of this chapter)