Durin's Diary

Chapter 706: Premonition of Destruction

Du Lin's curse seemed to ignite the sea.

The next morning, while Du Lin was still in bed, Anta had already started reading the newspaper to him.

Du Lin's maid Xia Li carefully selected eight newspapers for her master, including both pro- and con-siders, all of which talked about Du Lin's performance at the mediation meeting yesterday.

The Fortune Times, which belongs to the Church of the Goddess of Fortune, naturally cursed Du Lin on its front page headline, saying that he was the most daring blasphemer of this era.

According to the description of Du Lin by the Fortune Times writer, he is a monster with horns on his head, sores on his feet, and a mouth full of pus. He feeds on the flesh and blood of the people. He is the most extreme beast and a monster without blood or tears.

In this monster named Dulin, his existence seems to be just for the purpose of grabbing money. For this goal, he can ignore the losses of all ordinary people and ignore the destruction of those poor people's families.

"But has her church ever helped the poor? Has it distributed seeds to farmers? Dulin has done all these things. What qualifications do they have to criticize Dulin?" Reid, who was lying on the other side of Anta, didn't understand.

"In the eyes of her and her church, farmers and poor people have no wealth and are naturally not considered human beings. But this time, Dulin attacked these people and forced them into a desperate situation. It's interesting, right?" After Anta finished speaking, he crumpled up the newspaper and threw it into the trash can, then picked up the second newspaper.

The second one was the Twin Mothers Newspaper. As a relative of Durin, this newspaper certainly treated Durin with special favor. Unlike the Fortune Times, which was furious, the Twin Mothers Newspaper, as a direct subsidiary of the Twin Mothers Church, praised Durin greatly and showed the world Durin's kindness from another perspective.

In the past five years, Durin has established farms in various places. In the Great Wilderness alone, his farms have taken in nearly 200,000 escaped slaves and landless farmers from various countries; in the Great Woods, this year alone, at least seventeen new groups with more than 300,000 lives have entered Durin's territory for development. The establishment of giant farms has given them jobs and allowed them to regain their homes; in Austria, Switzerland, and the Lublin region, millions of lives live on the lands under Durin's name. They now have jobs, families, and children. In this era, begging is actually the scarcest profession in the territory owned by Durin.

The writer of the Twin Mothers newspaper listed all the data and ended with a sentence - if someone says that Mr. Durin is not like a living being, then it is indeed worth pondering whether the guy who said this is a human being. After all, the quantity and quality of the good deeds done by Mr. Durin can be ranked among the top three in the not-so-short history of the Twin Mothers Church.

As we all know, the history of the Church of the Twin Mothers is almost synchronized with civilization, and the two greatest benefactors in the Church of the Twin Mothers are the Twin Mothers.

The writer dared to say so, and the Twin Mothers newspaper even dared to publish it, which clearly shows that the Twin Mothers are on Durin's side.

"What are relatives? These are relatives." Du Lin was lying on the big pillow, feeling full of emotion.

Anta smiled and scratched the tip of Dulin's nose. Then she changed the newspaper: "It's Farol's Second Commune Weekly. They published a special edition because of your case. The writer is Secretary Ace."

"Then read it quickly." Du Lin was a little impatient.

The Second Commune Weekly is a newspaper that is usually only distributed within Farol, but considering Dulin's identity, they usually send it to Dulin, and this time they even delivered it to Dulin overnight.

In the newspaper, Secretary Ace praised everything that Durin and Pool had done in the Austria-Switzerland Union in recent years. Durin's army liberated the Austria-Switzerland Union and freed this land from the hands of the neurotic so-called king and nobles. He recognized his talent and let his brother Pool manage this land. Secretary Roy's two children lived up to expectations. After several years of development, even the Swiss region, which was originally poor and could only produce mercenaries and bandits, has seen a tourism boom, and the safety of tourists is guaranteed. According to statistics from the Church of Suffering, the number of missing, injured and dead people per 10,000 people is less than one.

Last year, seven tourists died in Switzerland. Five fell while climbing in public, one died of a sudden illness while climbing, and one was killed by a bullet that flew 2,800 meters into the head while hiking—the bullet was intended to hit a deer. This incident ultimately led to a law requiring a license for large-caliber rifles in Switzerland to prevent more unfortunate deaths from near misses fired by novice hunters.

The Second Commune Weekly compiled a set of figures. Last year in Paris, where Sidney was united, on the first weekend of winter, the cleaning team dug up the bodies of 29 homeless people from various corners.

So Secretary Ace endorsed Dühring's actions in the newspaper - Mr. Dühring is our young and loyal fighter for Northernism, and those who were defeated by him on the stock exchange were nobles and big businessmen, who are our enemies.

"My dear." Du Lin rolled over happily, then looked at Anta: "Let's do something harsh."

"Okay, next is the Northern Kingdom's Merchant Daily, which is absolutely harsh." Anta was as anxious as Durin was and thought about what Durin was thinking.

Then the screams of the businessmen were heard - in the writings of the Merchants' Daily, Du Lin was a real thief, a cunning robber. He took advantage of loopholes in the exchange to open multiple accounts, and used information asymmetry to trade, buying low and selling high, and grabbing the hard-earned money of countless investors. Now, those businessmen and petty nobles who had lost everything were either doing high-altitude ropeless bungee jumping or high diving every day, or the whole family was burning charcoal to cheer themselves up.

Lid listened, her eyes widening. "They're spending their hard-earned money, how can they be so shameless? Isn't the stock exchange just like a casino? If someone wins, someone loses. Why can they only allow themselves to win, but not Du Lin?"

"Because too many people lost this time, my silly girl," Du Lin said as he sat up. He stretched out his hand, and the magician's hand put his coat on him. "But they didn't consider that farmers who couldn't pay rent had their entire families enslaved, and commoners who fell into debt due to illness ended up losing everything. They say I stole their wealth, but have you ever considered how helpless those even more miserable farmers and commoners felt when they took their money?"

After finishing his words, Du Lin sighed, "Of course they thought about it. They even understood how miserable the future would be for the common people and farmers if they did this, but they remained indifferent."

“Just like me now.”

Come out and mix, always have to pay back.

At this point, Du Lin glanced at his pocket watch and said, "At noon, the Church of the Goddess of Wealth will make its final judgment."

"Do you want them to pay you back?" Reed asked.

"No." Du Lin jumped off the bed with a smile: "I have many ways to make money. I just want to have fun."

After all, witnessing a god's self-destruction with your own eyes is an opportunity that you may not see once in your lifetime.

As a top entertainer, Du Lin believes that money can be earned again and such a good thing really cannot be missed.

(End of this chapter)