Durin's Diary

Chapter 712 Visualization
Migal is very old, so old that she no longer has the mind to think about who she is, where she came from, and why she was eventually sent to the nursery of the original creator.

Her life was an ordinary life of an orphan in the monastery of the original creator.

Miguel knows that life is always full of ups and downs, so even if she encounters some happiness or misfortune, she has no complaints.

After all, everyone has their own destiny. Those sisters who were luckier than her in childhood died early, but she, an orphan, achieved legendary status and lived to be a hundred years old.

The goddess of fate will make up for your misfortune in other places.

Miguel believed it firmly.

The church's decision to have her on this mission represented some fear within the church towards the creature before her.

Before meeting His Excellency Durin Elsh, Migal was confused because he didn't understand why the cardinals were afraid of a young believer of the Twin Mother Goddesses.

Migal heard about everything that happened to this young boy in the monastery. He was given to Duke Ish Elsh of Lublin as an heir when he was young. He entered the Northern Kingdom Academy of Art at a young age, where he came into contact with Northernism and eventually witnessed his father's death for the ideology.

It’s nothing. Every living being has his own path. Lord Durin lost his father when he was young. Some people say that he has a heart of stone, while others say that he is kind and loving.

This should not be the reason why church members are afraid of him.

As for the possibility that Durin Elsh might have killed the Goddess of Wealth - this was even more nonsense. Are gods so easy to kill? Although the Goddess of Wealth was not strong in terms of military power, her faith was firm. Even if her church did something wrong, as long as she woke up in time to correct the problem, it would be fine.

But the problem was that she never woke up.

The church members were afraid, so they sent her, who had divine vision, to see the child.

Migal has been able to look directly at God since she was a child. When she was a child, she looked directly at His Highness the Nameless more than once, and he would stroke her head every time. Later, when Migal's talent was confirmed, she had certain resources.

Good talent and certain resources changed the fate of an orphan and allowed her to appear here today.

He glanced at the young duke beside him again. In the eyes of others, Duke Elsh once again demonstrated to the world his good habit of respecting the elderly and loving the young.

But in Miguel's eyes, on the glass wall on the street, an old figure was smiling and holding the little girl's hand.

"Lord Du Lin, you really respect your elders." The person walking in front exclaimed with a smile.

Migal smiled and sighed. The young man from the Gallagher family deserved to lose. Who would have thought that this Duke Durin Elsh had such an old soul that even she looked like a little girl in front of him.

A young church member opened the door for them and her. Duke Durin even considerately raised his free left hand, and a small ball of light illuminated the way ahead for him as he supported the old woman.

"Are you always so gentle, child?" she asked with a smile.

"Yes, madam, I have always been like this towards elders and children." The young Duke said with a smile.

As the lights in the hall gradually brightened, he dispersed the balls of light, shaking hands with the various people who came by and introducing himself to them.

The repeated calls of "Grandma Migal" made Migal feel a little dazed, because it had been a long time since anyone had introduced herself to others in this way. Life in the monastery was simple and pure.

She sighed like this until she was helped onto the stage, and until Ann Galliot of the Gallagher family helped her the last part of the way.

Migal looked back and saw a well-dressed grassland elf who smiled and chatted with the person who came forward to shake his hand.

It was as if everything I just saw on the glass wall was fake.

But Mikael knew that it was all true. The child before him had a mind far beyond his appearance. Today was supposed to be the greatest performance in the last two hundred years.

Thinking of this, Miguel sat down.

"What do you think, Grandma Mikael?" a cardinal asked softly.

Miguel thought about it and smiled again: "He is a good boy."

How can a child with a laurel wreath on his head and a heart of steel be a bad child?

………………

Du Lin shook hands with one acquaintance after another. Most of them were Du Lin's business partners. Some were shareholders in the group, some were partners of the Three Saints Society, some were messengers of Northernism, and some were nobles who came to participate in the event.

Du Lin didn't want to guess whether they believed that he had killed gods. After all, everyone was just having fun and came here today to witness a possibility.

Really, then they would probably celebrate the birth of a new god - being able to kill gods means that Durin has become extraordinary, and no one would covet such an existence.

Even if it's fake, it doesn't matter. After all, although Durin has multiple legendary identities, he is just a mortal after all. It is normal that he cannot kill gods.

So Du Lin smiled and patted Higgins's arm: "Why are you here today?"

"You said that we should join in the fun. I think I must come and see this excitement today." After the no longer young young man finished speaking, he smiled and pointed behind him. Over there, Dulin saw Karina Dossem.

Her lower abdomen could no longer be covered.

Du Lin smiled happily: "Looks like I have to prepare a birthday present for my future nephew."

"I'll remember what you said." Higgins said, motioning Karina to come over.

Du Lin smiled and took two steps forward, holding the hand of his peer. "How did you get here?"

"We came here by airship. Higgins said the north was too cold, so he brought his family to the south." Having said this, Karina looked at Du Lin and said, "You haven't changed much since then. You don't even look like a mixed-race person."

Du Lin smiled and patted Higgins' chest, looking at the fuzz on his chin: "Yeah, Higgins is old."

Then he smiled and sent the two old friends back to their seats.

He then quickly walked to the center of the podium, looked at the expectant audience, and bowed. "Welcome everyone to my press conference today. I know that in the past two weeks, some people have been unable to contact their gods, some have been unable to sleep, and some are feeling uneasy about the money in their pockets. They look at me, Du Lin, as if I were a man-eating demon or a debt collector."

This is a pun. The debt collector is the most common phrase in this world, so when Du Lin said this, many bold people in the audience laughed.

A bishop approached Dulin and said, "Sir Dulin, do you want to detect the lies yourself, or..."

"You guys come on. If I always have to do it, what if some of the guests in the audience don't believe it?" Du Lin said and snapped his fingers.

Immediately, vines emerged from the wooden boards, entangled with each other, and weaved a complete chair for their owner, Durin.

The moment he sensed the lie, Du Lin took a few fruits from the small vine growing out of the chair and handed them to the young bishop.

"These are fruits from the World Tree, not very old. Take four of them back for your elders to drink, and add the remaining one to Madam Mikael's teacup."

(End of this chapter)