Durin's Diary

Chapter 567 Loyalty
Angelio Gallagher came out of the quiet room and looked at the deacon who knocked on the door. "What's wrong?"

"Lina Ansalon of the Eastern Silver Dragon Peak has just violated the curfew again." The deacon looked helpless when he mentioned this name.

"Are you making ice cream again this time?" The big bald man touched his head and asked with a smile.

"No, he took a child brought from the east and flew into the sky for a while. Lord Durin paid the fine." The deacon replied.

His Eminence the Bishop laughed at this. "Since the fine has been paid, let's give that little dragon a little warning. Flying with a child isn't a bad thing. There must be something hidden behind the fact that this family was able to bring the child back."

"Yes, sir, the child's parents are both healers. In recent times, the entire family has been serving the great cause on the eastern front and in the eastern part of the Great Forest." The deacon confirmed his sir's guess.

"Look, isn't this quite good? If that's the case, there's no need to advise him this time. I'm sure Lord Du Lin will make an exception because of this child's background." His master smiled and nodded. "Okay, tell me, is there any other news?"

As the question was asked, Angelio Gallagher walked towards the front hall.

The deacon followed him and said, "There's new news from Sidney. The Constance family has been destroyed, but they say a child escaped. We don't know where he is now."

Angario frowned. "This incident is entirely the fault of the Duke of Constance's eldest son. He cannot escape personal responsibility, and neither can his father. But that child...if the Cardinal doesn't give the order, we shouldn't help capture him."

"News has arrived from the Twin Mothers that all the criminals of the Constance family have been killed, so they won't help hunt down a poor child." The deacon added, and Angario nodded in understanding. "It seems our cardinals should be able to give us guidance soon."

In Angario's view, the Constance family has paid the price for their crimes, and although the Clegane family has expanded the scope of its crackdown, there is no objection from the nobles of the country - besides, no one dares to object in such matters.

How can they oppose this? If they dare to oppose this, the family will be labeled as accomplices, condemned by the nobles of the entire country, or even directly convicted.

But now that Constance only had one illegitimate child left, her youngest son, the Church would no longer cooperate with the Clegane family in their roundup—the Church had already completed the conviction and capture of the sinners.

But for a little illegitimate child, the Clegane family wanted to capture him, and the church would not stop them.

Revenge is the nature of life, and no one can defy it. Moreover, there is a God of Vengeance, who is also the true God.

Although everyone knows that the original creator can suppress the god of revenge, this person does not require faith. As long as all living beings in the world have feelings, the desire for revenge will exist forever.

Therefore, he is also one of the most powerful true gods and cannot be fake.

"So, what does the Clegane family think?" asked Angaleo.

"The Clegane family expressed their gratitude to the three major churches for helping them kill Duke Constance and handing over the members we captured." The deacon's response made Angario sigh softly. "It seems that the Sword Saint Queen will not let that child go easily."

"Everyone in Changtang says that we must remove the roots before we can cut the grass, and the nobles also agree with this." The assistant priest sighed.

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Little old man.

Outside the Fortress of Everforge.

Today, Lao Zhulong, who went out fishing with his old friend, had just put the earthworm on the hook when he saw a carriage rushing towards him on the official road across the creek.

"It's a pretty carriage, but why is the badge on the door gone?" Yan Zhenqing muttered beside him.

"That's called a heraldic shield. Do you understand the culture of the Western Land?" The old man rolled his eyes at his old friend.

"I know nothing. Last year I was at Yumen Pass, slaughtering every last mortal and alien creature. Isn't this name similar to the one on our banner? Speaking of which, when Du Lin goes back, should we use the name Elsh on the banner? I think it's a bit difficult to format." The latter scoffed. "Just the surname Mo is fine. What the hell is the Mo family? I heard their envoys are coming for the New Year. Damn, when have we ever been treated so harshly?" The mere mention of this infuriated the old man.

"Will they?"

"Can their ancestors beat me? If they can't, I'll let Du Lin take their last name. What a disgrace! Believe it or not, when I get back, I'll beat those Mo family losers to death with my shoe soles one by one."

The harsh words between old friends reached this point, and everyone saw the driver taking a child out of the carriage.

And further away, several fast horses were galloping towards them.

"That's not right." Yan Zhenqing stood up and said, "How could there be such a murderous god committing murders in broad daylight under the feet of this Master Wu?"

"Let's go and take a look." The old man stopped fishing, put away his fishing rod, and walked over the water with Yan Zhenqing to the distressed old and young couple.

The old man's body was covered with wounds, and no one knew how he managed to survive until here.

Seeing the old man and Yan Zhenqing, he looked desperate, but still pointed the short blade in his hand at them: "You are also with the Kligern family, right, Zhulong!"

"You even know what we are. Interesting. You've met Durin, haven't you?" The old man raised his eyebrows. "The ones chasing you are from the Cleggan family. The ones you're protecting are the remnants of the Constance family, right?"

"It's really hard to put into words, old man, let me go and stop those pursuers." After Yan Zhenqing said this, he went towards the direction of the people coming.

The little old man looked at the old man in front of him, and he looked into his completely black eyes: "You are already dead, you know that."

This sentence in the common language of southern Thailand made the child in the old man's arms open his eyes wide. He looked at the old man and said, "Really, old Pachi?"

"It's true, young master, I would have died along the way."

"Then how can you still talk to me?"

"Because my path is that of the living dead, I swear by my path that I will send you aboard Chang Tang's ship. As long as I fulfill my oath, my soul can be ravaged by the gods." The old man said, looking at the young man in front of him: "You won't help Clegane, right?"

"It's not that I won't help you, but I feel that someone as loyal as you deserves my help." At this point, the old man sighed and said, "Did you know that the object of your wish is an evil god?"

"I know, but the true God won't respond to me. I have no choice." The old man said this, threw the dagger in his hand to the ground, and knelt on one knee in front of the child he was holding: "Follow this gentleman, my little master."

After saying that, he lifted the child's hood.

"A mixed-blood cat demon... I finally understand why the Constance family didn't acknowledge this child in the end." Looking at the animal ears of the little child in front of him, the old man nodded with understanding.

"They can deny it, but the Cleggan family helped them recognize it, so please give this child a chance to live." After the old man finished speaking, he grabbed the child beside him and knelt down.

"I acknowledge you, but I acknowledge this child for your sake. As for you... I must destroy you." The old man then drew a knife from thin air. "A wandering blacksmith from the Four Islands gave me this knife long ago. It has drunk the blood of the alien Grand Duke in my hand. Now, sending you into reincarnation will not be considered an insult to you."

"I understand. Thank you for your kindness. Please allow me to die." After saying that, the old man pushed the child away, and then he loosened the tense string in his heart.

Then the next second, a strange limb broke out of the shell on his back.

There is always only a thin line between life and death.

(End of this chapter)