Durin's Diary

Chapter 711 Acting
During the routine prayer on the next day, the pastors of the Church of the Goddess of Wealth were horrified to find that the gods did not give them any magic and no longer responded to them.

There is no impenetrable wall in this world. When the news about whether the goddess of wealth had fallen was still spreading in a small range, Du Lin quietly received the first payment - a guilty count found Du Lin and hoped to pay his money in installments over ten years.

Du Lin agreed. As the first loser to figure it out, Du Lin generously waived 20% of his debt.

Anyway, Du Lin didn't think about getting the money back at the beginning, and was planning to use other means. He really didn't expect someone to be so honest, so Du Lin should give him some benefits.

As for what to do if they can't come back... of course they will use knives and guns. There are so many young people in the Northernists who have nowhere to vent their energy. Du Lin will take them to get the money, and everyone can just add 20% to make it 50%.

As for the Goddess of Wealth... she is dead, and the entire Church of the Goddess of Wealth will be destroyed. Those weak gods of the New Era will definitely smell the scent and come over. Let them fight it out then. Du Lin doesn't mind making a sneak attack on one or two losers in the fight for the priesthood.

Sooner or later, everyone will die anyway, so don't blame Du Lin for taking action.

By the fifth day, the Church of the Goddess of Wealth, which still had not obtained divine magic, could no longer hide the truth - because the priests could no longer use divine magic to heal people.

Du Lin still sat at home and gave a 20% discount to anyone who was willing to return the money before he went to pick it up himself.

So on the eighth day, even the Duke of Bandung, who was previously the most diehard member of the Sidney Alliance, took the initiative to come to Du Lin.

Pay it off in five years, 5% interest per year, still the same, Du Lin gave him a % discount - he was afraid that the death of the Goddess of Fortune might be related to Du Lin, and Du Lin gave him a % discount because this old guy was tough enough, and even if Du Lin killed him personally, he might not be able to kill his entire family immediately, so everyone just took a step back.

By the tenth day, almost everyone was speculating whether the death of the Goddess of Fortune was related to Du Lin.

How could this possibly have anything to do with me? I haven't even touched a single hair of the goddess of wealth on that statue.

For this purpose, Du Lin also held a press conference with the Church of the Original Creator.

The time is the thirteenth day.

On the twelfth day, Old Enrique came to Durin as the representative of the circle and said that they would kill him if they wanted to, and at most they could find an excuse. Now that the Church of the Goddess of Wealth had lost its magic, the Eastern Elf Lord would gather all the legends to raid the Church of the Goddess of Wealth and ensure that no one would be left out and all would be killed.

Damn, it wasn't until then that Du Lin realized how radical these old guys were. Compared to them, Du Lin lived like a conservative.

There was no problem at all. Du Lin arrived at the scene early in the morning on the thirteenth day. Before he even entered the door of the press conference, he was stopped by Austin Jacob from the Daily God of Wisdom. He also brought an assistant today, who was carrying a large video crystal.

"You have a new thing." Du Lin pointed at the big thing with a smile: "It can record images, right?"

"Yes, but that's not the point, okay, my Lord Durin. Now everyone says that the disappearance of the Goddess of Fortune is related to you. You are holding a press conference today to confirm that her death is related to you or not." Austin Jacob spoke as fast as a machine gun today.

"No, is this the reason you stopped me outside? And you even recorded it. What would you do if I killed him?" Du Lin asked with a smile.

"What else can I do? I'll take my young assistant and run away now. It doesn't matter to me who you kill on the scene. My assistant and I haven't lived enough." After Austin Jacob said this, he smiled at the camera held by his assistant.

Du Lin smiled helplessly. "Well, you don't have to run away. I didn't kill the Goddess of Fortune. I can even say that." Du Lin said as he held up a statue of the Goddess of Fortune. "This is the Goddess of Fortune. I swear to you, I haven't seen her in the past year." Austin Jacob looked up at the sky and found that there was no lightning strike and the circle on Du Lin's foot did not turn into a cross. He breathed a sigh of relief. "That's great. It seems we came to the right place this time. At this point, everyone says you are related to the disappearance of the Goddess of Fortune."

"What does it have to do with me? Even if she's dead, I couldn't have killed her." Du Lin said, smiling as he flicked a cigarette for him and the young assistant beside him. "You came so early today, where are your colleagues?"

"Aren't they worried? Actually, they're nearby, but the lords of the Primordial Creator Church haven't come. They don't dare show up, fearing you'll kill them if you're unhappy." Austin smiled at Du Lin while wiping his neck. "I'm not worried anymore. At least you won't kill me casually."

"That's good, you. Being bold has its advantages. How about this, I'll give you a chance and accept an exclusive interview with you tomorrow?" Du Lin said as he lit cigarettes for the two of them with the Mage's Hand.

"Thank you so much."

Austin was used to it, and his young assistant looked flattered.

Du Lin found it interesting and threw him an iron cigarette case. "Young man, follow Mr. Austin and do your best. I will replace it with a silver cigarette case when the time comes."

The young assistant thanked him repeatedly, and after taking the cigarette box, he put it into his breast pocket with a smile on his face.

At this time, Austin's colleagues came out of a nearby coffee shop and quickly surrounded them.

Du Lin smiled and shook his head, pointing at Austin: "Excuse me, His Eminence the Bishop's carriage is coming. You should ask Austin. He knows what I just said."

The reporters looked around when they heard the sound, but could not see the church carriage.

But what Du Lin said could not be false. Soon, when their doubts came to their mouths, the convoy of the Church of the Original Creator turned in from a nearby intersection.

Then there was a wave of flattery.

Dulin stood by the roadside with a smile. A carriage came up to him. Angelo Gallagher came out of the opened carriage. Then he reached out and helped an old prairie elf woman out of the carriage.

"It's Grandma Michael of Saint Cecilia, from the Saint Cecilia Monastery in the Archdiocese of the Great Wasteland." Angelo introduced.

The reporters took off their hats and saluted.

The old woman smiled and nodded to the reporters, then looked at Du Lin and said, "Mr. Du Lin, the church leaders are very pleased that you have taken the initiative to respond to the rumors. I also believe that you are not that kind of person."

"Yeah, at least if I really killed the god, I would be the God of Wealth now, wouldn't I?" Du Lin smiled and reached out to hold the old woman's hand: "I'll hold you, you don't mind, do you?"

"I am very happy that the younger generation is leading the way for me." After the old woman said this, she gestured for Angalio to go to the front and show the way for her and Dulin.

(End of this chapter)