Durin's Diary

Chapter 611 The Ultimate Dream
Sidney's path has never been peaceful.

As a big country in the Western Land, if you say that this land fell from the sky, Durin will definitely die of laughter on the top floor of the Everburning Nest.

Because of this, the land is in turmoil, and everyone is vying to be the most stupid one.

For example, in the south, in addition to the military rioters who were secretly stirring up trouble, the independence elements in Northern Savoy were also acting strangely every day. Take the attack on the Crown Prince as an example, these reckless traitors immediately launched headless little man candies and sold them all over the country.

The old man had eaten it and said that this kind of candy was very sweet and delicious, but he also said that in Changtang, anything growing on the land that was taller than the wheels (laid flat) would need to be burned and cut.

There is one sentence that brings together thousands of words - JUST TU IT.

It can be regarded as the Western Continent version of what to do but to kill.

And several noble families of all sizes near the Niubilis Mountains also obeyed the orders every day but refused to obey. In the past, the Principality of Niubilis was dead but not yet dead. It is said that the blood of the king has always been running in the family of the Duke of Niubilis.

This time when the Clegane family got into trouble, they expressed condemnation and condolences on the surface, but then turned around and started expanding their military.

The bishops of the Church of the Original Creator were so angry that they laughed - the funniest thing was that they really couldn't take any action because this was an internal power struggle.

Du Lin could only say that the Church of the True God was so rigid, and at the same time, he once again confirmed that external enemies were not scary, and what was scary was always the internal ones.

In addition, the Duke of Brittany in the northwest also openly harbored ulterior motives. The love-hate relationship between the Cleghan family and him lasted throughout the entire era of the Cleghan royal family's rule. In the strip drawn by Durin, the causes of death of three people were related to him, and the causes of death of the queen and the heir were unknown.

Of course, at least seven Britannian dukes died in duels with various geniuses of the Clegane family, and the causes of death of two dukes, four duchesses and five heirs are unknown.

For a hundred years, the heir of the Clegane family would be embarrassed to inherit the throne if he did not have the lives of one or two Brittany Dukes in his hands.

The most powerful one is ranked eleventh in the painting. When he succeeded to the throne at the age of nineteen, he held the heads of three dukes in his hands. The Duke of Brittany's family was killed until only an eight-year-old boy was left.

The cruel king, Joey Hugh Clegane, was killed in battle when the Duke of Brittany rebelled at the age of thirteen.

The fifteen-year-old new Duke of Brittany challenged him and beheaded him.

At the age of eighteen, he challenged the new Duke of Brittany and killed him.

Seeing this, Du Lin could only sigh. The Cleggen family was really to his liking back then. They were indifferent to life and death and would fight if they didn't obey. What business did Sidney and the military had in that era? The Cleggen royal family of that era had the final say in the parliament. Everyone who came had to stand. Even if someone was an idiot sitting there, their fart would fill the room with fragrance.

The four generals in the army were all royal bootlickers. Even the eight-year-old Duke of Brittany had to marry his sister to his enemy.

This is the ultimate insult.

Looking at Clegane now, Durin could only sigh.

As for whether Mrs. Gala, an orphan of the Marseille Army, was a traitor or a remnant, Durin was no longer in the mood to delve into it. He could only say that it was a cycle. If no one among these little bastards of the Cleggan family fought again, wouldn't it be natural that they would be swept into the garbage dump of history by later generations?

"So if you come to me and want me to help the Clegane family, I won't agree."

Throwing the report in his hand onto the coffee table beside him, Du Lin sat in the rocking chair and looked at Romil in front of him.

The latter had a face full of stubble and looked like he had been running around a lot recently.

The clothes on her body... Du Lin has seen this kind of clothes many times. It feels like Romil's white moonlight. Could it be a gift from a first love who died early?

Hearing Du Lin's refusal, he looked desperate: "I asked Yuanhuan, and those old men said that they had offended you last time, and this time they want your approval."

"This is the business of the Clegane family, Romir." Durin used the magic hand to pour a cup of tea for the half-blood boy who was older than him.

"If Clegane can't make it through this, I won't jump ship. After all, my last name is Clegane, and my death would be the best for Clegane's enemies." Romil didn't touch his tea, but looked at Durin. "We're both half-bloods. You won't just stand by and watch him die, will you?"

Du Lin was silent - you see, this is the difference that identity brings. Lid asked me to save Una, but didn't mention you.

Because she knew the cruelty of this land, and knew who could protect this land and who was willing and must shed blood and sacrifice for this land.

She couldn't let Du Lin put himself in danger to save them, or even fight against all the traitors. She just didn't calculate one thing - Du Lin was actually the most valuable traitor.

Some people living in the Middle Ages a thousand years later would understand everything.

Some people are living in a new era a thousand years ago and acting crazy and stupid.

Thinking of this, Du Lin sighed: "Maybe you don't understand this matter, but it's okay, I will explain it to you in detail."

As he spoke, Du Lin lowered the barrier.

"Before I say anything, I want to remind you that I'm telling you this because you're a grassland elf. If you tell anyone else these words that no one else can hear, I will kill you no matter where you escape to. Romil, think about it carefully and tell me when you've made up your mind." After Du Lin finished speaking, he began to wait for the young man's answer.

Romil was stunned for a moment. "This secret is so important that you're willing to protect it even if it means breaking your oath of non-violence."

Durin nodded. "This secret sustains tens of thousands of lives. If you, a single person, betray them and let them face death, I will intervene without hesitation. I will also kill you without hesitation. If the Circle comes to stop me, I will kill them too. I've understood since childhood that to protect life, I must kill... Romil, do you still want to hear this?"

Romil stopped thinking and nodded: "If knowing this secret can help me save this land from being saturated with the blood of all living beings, I am willing to bear it."

He looked at Du Lin with a serious expression.

You are also a foolish person.

Du Lin sighed and started from the beginning.

He mentioned military orphans, the plight of these young people, the plight of generations of young civilian officers, and the cruelty of politics that they did not want to face but had to face.

It mentioned their and her life, and their afterlife, the small oath the children in the military orphanage made in the attic, their hatred for the military and the nobles, and their resentment towards the Clegane family for betraying their oath.

After saying that, Du Lin looked at Romil who was already dumbfounded.

"I've said what I wanted to say. Honestly, these two generations of the Cleggan family haven't protected this land well. The military orphans are unaware of their own origins, and generation after generation have been loyal to their country. How did you, the Cleggan family, deal with them? You thought they would be your supporters even without you uniting them, but you had to use your limited resources to unite and win over others."

Having said that, Durin's wizard hand swept the teacup and teapot on the table onto the carpet.

"Stupid! Idiot! These two generations of kings of the Clegane family are worse than pigs and dogs! They've forced groups like the Jun Gu into opposition to the royal family and the country! They've made these children willing to risk their lives, naively thinking that killing the royal family will eliminate their hatred... How is that possible! Unless the royal family and the nobles are eradicated, unless hatred is shed in blood, they will never have peace! Such passionate young people join the army and end up becoming puppets of the military and the nobles, fighting for their own interests! Young people join the army with ideals, just to defend this land! If such a small wish cannot be fulfilled, then the Clegane family and the nobles do not deserve to exist on this land!"

"I will destroy everything with my own hands, Romil. I will use the army that believes in me, the people that believe in me, and the orphans that believe in me. I will gather all their insignificance, and then lead them to sweep away all the good-for-nothings on this land! I will drown them and their descendants in the toilet!"

In front of those who believe in my life, I will sacrifice the heads and flesh of my enemies and opponents...in exchange for the rebirth of this land.

I swear.

My personal honor and disgrace are not important, and I don’t care so much about my reputation during my lifetime and after my death.

I am just afraid that I may have power but cannot bring even a little bit of justice to this earth.

Human civilization cannot always stumble in the darkness.

I don't have to see the dawn, I may not live in the day, but I must join in the celebration at night, I must throw the firewood called life in my hand into this vigorous historical process.

This is the ultimate dream of every southern Thai man.

Death is not scary, what is scary is that no one dares to join in the celebration.

How can this be.

Every person with a conscience would do the same.

(End of this chapter)