Durin's Diary

Chapter 620 Performance Studies

The Primordials' Council was a mess from the start.

When Du Lin came in, the cardinals of various races were holding a closed-door meeting.

The bishops from various countries who were attending the meeting were all sitting in the gallery at the back, but they couldn't stop talking for a moment. The main speakers on the stage had not arrived yet, so they couldn't stop talking either.

It reminded me of the daily morning meeting in the hospital, where the night shift doctors yawned as they handed over information to their morning shift colleagues. Suddenly, a piece of bad news came from the ward: the old man who had been sent in last night was about to die.

Daju lamented his past.

What happened next?

Eleven asked.

·Later, of course, he died. He was already one hundred and seven. What else could he do if he didn’t die? He couldn’t shed his shell.

Daju said with a grin.

Please, you are a doctor.

·Sorry, stupid southern Thais, after the medical commercialization was passed in Parliament fifteen years ago, I am everyone's living father.

What do you mean? How come you don’t even serve as a dog for rich people?

Will rich people really stay in hospitals? Think carefully about it, Mr. Eleven. In my world, the only thing that distinguishes the rich from the poor is reproductive isolation. Will they come to public hospitals to treat their illnesses?

Two AIs were complaining in Du Lin's head.

And this is why Durin hates meetings and loves towers.

Here, you need to hold a meeting to do anything you want to do. Hundreds of people sit here, with a cup of tea, a chair, and a warm butt all day long.

When you are in the tower, there is nothing you can do. If the tower wants to kill someone, just put it on the list and you can accept it or not.

The person who answered the call did not need to hold a meeting, and the person who was going to die did not need the victim to specify how to die, whether it was to ignite a hydrogen vehicle and suffocate the target family in the car, or to bring a few friends and heavy equipment to kill their way in from the gate, and finally cause the target to commit suicide by being hit by more than a hundred ten-millimeter bullets in the back.

If you are unlucky and your entire team is wiped out, then the mentors and professors of the Tower will lead the team over personally and hang the heads of all the idiots who dare to go against the Tower and their families on the street lamps.

What's wrong with madness? If there is a place in this world where people can talk about things properly, there will be so many names in the assassin's biographies and so many surnames on the black walls of the tower.

Thinking of this, Du Lin opened the cigarette box.

Just as he was about to smoke a cigarette, a cute little girl with drooping rabbit ears ran over. She was wearing a deacon robe and looked at Du Lin with a bitter look on her face.

At this time, Du Lin had the cigarette in his mouth and the lighter in his hand was ready.

"Sir, you can't smoke at this meeting."

Du Lin looked around and found that indeed no one was smoking.

Okay, Du Lin thought about it, and simply put the cigarette into the ashtray in Keai's hand, then put the lighter and cigarette box in her pocket: "Okay, I won't smoke anymore."

"Thank you, sir." The cute little thing turned around and walked away happily, with the rabbit tail on its butt swinging back and forth. It really couldn't grow any longer. I don't know if it was the same as Melinda's, but it felt nice and soft to the touch.

Another half an hour passed, just when Du Lin was so thirsty that he wanted to go to the toilet, the cardinal finally came out.

Because it was a debate, it was impossible for Du Lin to take the stage.

why?
Because there is still a fight between the two sides. If Du Lin comes up, it will be too cruel for Du Lin's opponent - what, I will go up and beat Du Lin?

It’s quite desperate when you think about it.

Damn, I am a Buddha too.

Thinking of this, Du Lin collapsed in his chair.

Before coming here, the representative of the Prairie Elf Church had already explained the situation to Durin. The gist of it was this: the bandits are powerful, but don't be afraid. They won't survive for long. Ten years from now, we subhuman bishops will unite and vote out all the tailless monkeys. Then, you can take your grown-up military orphans and go kill them all.

Du Lin was not in a hurry. Do you think you can get revenge with just one strike?
What kind of coolness is this? What does it mean to sleep on straw and taste gall? What does it mean to forge a sword for ten years?

Ten years later, a large number of military orphans will graduate and grow up, and they will join Dulin's army with their hatred.

This was all planned by Du Lin.

So Du Lin agreed reluctantly.

Since you are going to lose, then lose. It's not like you can't afford to lose. Besides, what if I lose? If you have the guts, jump in my face here afterwards. Believe it or not, I will show you the withering and flourishing of all things here. I want to see whether the anonymous bishops are clean and innocent.

Just when I thought of this, the little rabbit came again. She was holding a kettle and asked everyone with a smile if they wanted more water.

Wow, an endless kettle, this kind of endless alchemical vessel, this is the first time I have seen such a strange object being played with in such a vulgar and elegant way.

Du Lin looked at the little cutie walking over with a kind face, and opened the cup lid with ease.

The little rabbit giggled and filled Du Lin's glass with water, bowed, and left.

The little guy is cute, right?

Daju and Eleven laughed.

Du Lin nodded.

Yeah, it's cute.

It’s a boy.

The two AIs said they had just scanned it.

What's wrong with boys? At least they are much cuter than the psychopath who is now talking about Durin, the dog, who is trying to make up excuses to invade Sidney and then use war to unify the West Continent and enslave everything.

...That's true.

This sentence silenced both AIs.

Isn't it? The guy on the stage is now saying that Du Lin approached Jun Gu with dangerous intentions from the very beginning, wanting to induce chaos in Sidney through Jun Gu's riot and then invade Sidney.

After invading Sidney, Durin will use the same method to invade other human kingdoms.

Good guy, you even played the nationalism card.

Du Lin was very angry, but fortunately Du Lin also had a way.

Dulin's representatives expressed their objection.

The College of Cardinals discussed for a while, and even the human cardinal felt that they had let their people speak on the stage for half an hour. If this continued and no one on Durin's side was allowed to speak, they might get angry and shake the Anonymous Person down on the spot, and everyone would be in trouble.

Anyway, I have the advantage, you can act however you want.

So they agreed with Representative Dühring's opinion and allowed him to invite the witness in.

The person who came in was none other than Joseph.

He took the witness stand.

"Kid, do you have anything to say?" After hearing that this young man was a descendant of a military orphan, and that five generations before him were also military orphans, the dwarf representative from Silver Peak Mountain spoke out of curiosity. When humans and grassland elves were fighting, dwarves usually remained neutral.

Joseph unbuttoned his shirt, revealing five bullet wounds on his chest.

His silence was deafening.

(End of this chapter)