Durin's Diary

Chapter 613 Narrator

Romil told him the story he had heard in detail.

At the end, he looked at the silent men and women and sighed helplessly, "You all know all this, so when my eldest brother got out of the car and walked to the podium, he certainly didn't imagine that the cause sown by his father would bear resentment for so long."

"Jun Gu has completely turned to Du Lin, the man you can't beat and can't afford to lose." Romil looked at his uncle in front of him. For the first time, he felt that this man was so unfamiliar.

“Why not control the military.”

"Because the military is our most reliable force against the nobles. The nobles have always been thinking about infiltrating the military, hoping to change the future of this land without bloodshed by controlling the army. We must tolerate the military."

"Even if the military ends up being a heartless monster."

"Times have changed, Romil. When a bullet fired from three thousand meters can strike a target's head, regardless of wind and rain, the world is no longer ruled by mere legends." Hake looked directly at Romil. "Did you know that the new gun Durin created can easily kill a half-legend? Even Lady Gala is as vulnerable as a mortal when facing armor-piercing bullets."

"I know that in the past, powerful legends could ignore stray arrows." At this point, Romil sighed deeply, "But there's no fairness. What are the sacrifices of generations of military orphans? The military and the nobles force them to choose sides. Serving this land has become a ridiculous idea. The only options are to join you or the nobles."

"Isn't it true, child? There's never been a three-party system. There's only us and the nobles." Lady Gala looked at Romil calmly. "The military stands behind us, and the nobles stand behind the dukes. The dukes aren't monolithic either. Some are determined to oppose us, some are just going along with the flow, and some are ours."

"Since we have the advantage, why should we let those young people sacrifice themselves!" Romil roared.

"Because politics is a dirty game. We show weakness, making those who oppose us eager to jump out, and then we find an opportunity to kill them." Lady Gala looked at Romiel. "I am indeed a traitor to the Marseilles' military orphans. Because the military orphans were blinded by hatred, they naively believed that killing the nobles and the royal family would solve all problems. But the problem always exists. After killing everyone, what will happen to this society? Who will rebuild the shattered country? What will happen to the so many hungry mouths on this land? They have no solution at all, they are just vengeful ghosts."

"No, they have a solution now." Romil stood up.

He laughed. "Dulin has decided to join their team. This land is just a corner of the Zhulong chessboard. The love and hatred of the Clegane family are just a small story in their long life."

After laughing enough, Romil pointed at the two men on the throne and roared, "You've found a high-sounding explanation for your betrayal, but in the eyes of those soldiers on the road of revenge, you are ultimately just a traitor who betrayed them! I finally understand why Durin warned me, because you people of Krigan take yourselves too seriously! The Nameless One chose you! Not to push the people into purgatory! You betrayed the people! Hark! Gala!"

Romil took out the gun from his waist and pooh-poohed the two men and women on the throne.

Then he put the gun to his own head.

"The grey wasteland is where people like me belong."

He pulled the trigger, but what came out of the gun was not a bullet, but a flower.

"Who the hell changed my gun?!"

As Romil screamed, the guards who arrived late pressed the half-blood boy to the carpet.

………………

Du Lin was playing with the revolver in his hand. The gun was well made, with relief carvings all over the gun, and a line of words on the barrel - To my beloved grandson Romil.

It was obvious at first glance that it was a gift left by the Clegane family for Romir.

"Why did you steal his gun?" Mr. Yan sat opposite Du Lin, drinking tea and asking curiously, "I was really angry when I saw this kid. If he had a real gun in his hand, he might have committed some terrible disaster." "The Clegane family has their own difficulties. I understand that the political game is never black and white, but the existence of military orphans is a fact. The parents of young children must choose sides. Those who don't will be strangled by both sides. They really don't take the teachings of Mr. Anonymous seriously." Du Lin looked at the yellow bullet in his hand and smiled. "I have never seen a struggle drag on so long. Is it because the existence of the true God has tied their hands and feet? Well, let me join in the celebration."

"I've been to the Austria-Switzerland region, and I couldn't mobilize tens of thousands of troops."

"The Duchy of Lublin can provide 50,000, Austria can recruit nearly 20,000 hunters, and Switzerland can provide 4,000 mountain sharpshooters. I can exempt the various orc clans that have submitted since last year from taxation and squeeze their manpower. If sixteen-year-olds are selected, they can probably provide 30,000."

"It's less than 100,000 yuan, a drop in the bucket." Mr. Yan shook his head.

"Yes, but I can ask the Nameless for an invasion agreement. If that's successful, I can borrow troops from the Great Woodland, the Eastern Elven Territory, Farol, and even Savoy." Durin lowered his gun and said, "I'll provide a full set of equipment. My current problem is that I don't have enough men. I have as many weapons as you need."

"Drag it out. In the second half of the year, I and I will find 50,000 veteran soldiers for you in Chang Tang. They are all veterans who have fought bloody battles in the Three Passes and Four Seas. With us here, we can hold them down. Will your weapons be under pressure?"

"All are semi-automatic. The bullet factory in Lublin has started working in three shifts." Dulin listened to the advice. Since there are still 50,000 veterans, Dulin doesn't mind delaying it a little longer.

Anyway, given the current situation, it is impossible for the royal family and nobles of Sidney to get along. Once Durin really completes the invasion agreement and puts the blame on the Clegane family and the Sidney nobles, it will be too late for everyone to get along with each other.

"But what about that young man?"

"Let him think carefully in the dungeon. In my world, there's a term called 'Dragon Field Enlightenment'. Dragon Field can be many places. Whether he can achieve enlightenment depends on his own ability."

Having said that, Du Lin looked at the gun on the table.

"Let's see what news comes in. If he wants to commit suicide, then I'll recognize him as the one who did it."

"why."

"Because he was loyal to his family and to the land. I told him I would kill him, and he believed me. He then told his king everything I told him, and then shot himself... It's hard to find a young man so loyal to the land."

As for whether they will tell this matter to others.

Du Lin thought this was impossible.

How could the great and glorious Clegane family say such a thing in public in front of everyone?

The stench of the flesh beneath the glamorous politics is disgusting. Lord Romil, you should experience it carefully and see how the master of this land is doing evil things.

As for me.

I've said it before, I'm not a good person.

To fight evil, you must understand evil and be more terrifying than evil.

(End of this chapter)