Durin's Diary

Chapter 716 Thinking

Old Ricaud was drinking the whiskey in his hand while reading the newspaper. He had lived for more than a hundred years and had been dead for several decades, but he had never felt that his brain was not enough like he did today.

Is Lord Durin so awesome? He was under the lie detection test the whole time. Except for a small lie he deliberately told during the test, not even a single word he said was a lie at other times.

What is capital? Old Rikao had never heard of it before today, but he could see that what the young gentleman said under the guise of detection lies was not false.

"Marilyn, you know, before today, I thought we were the worst group of people in the world." Michel sighed on the side. He was much younger than old Rikao and was the youngest necromancer in the entire area.

"We're not anymore, Michelle," Marilyn sighed, looking at the wine in her hand. "I'm surprised too. Before today, I lived and died for so many years, and I always thought that we were the worst people in the world besides Chaos Believers."

"My silly sister, Chaos believers can't be considered human, so we were the worst of the worst yesterday." Old Rikao said this, looking at the newspaper in his hand and sighing: "What the hell is capital? Why does Lord Durin show such strong hostility?"

"Didn't the newspaper say that the group formed by the nobles and wealthy businessmen is called capital?"

"Isn't there such an organization before?"

"Has there ever been such a large organization like today?"

Two necromancers, one old and one young, were arguing with each other.

As a combination of a banshee and a necromancer, Marilyn sighed - she saw the shadow of her own child in Dulin.

At that time, she was still alive and was a member of the Northern Mage Tower. Her husband was also a mortal. One day, she and their child stood in front of her and said that the land needed him and he wanted to join the Northern Movement.

At that time, the First Commune was in full swing, and young idealists were lining up to die for a better future, and her children were no exception.

She will never forget how her husband tried to suppress his grief when the death notice was delivered to their home, but eventually burst into tears in a deserted corner.

The child grew up and decided to sacrifice himself for this land. He died like an idealist, but he never thought about how much harm his death would cause to the family. His father died of depression, and his mother eventually went astray in order to resurrect her husband.

Now, another young idealist appeared before Marilyn. She didn't know if this young man could make it to the end this time, and she was just hesitant - this time, how many idealists would follow him to face the purgatory he talked about.

If fate really has mercy on a mother, please let the mothers of these young people no longer suffer the pain of losing their children.

Marilyn knows that she is a bad person. She is a banshee who has come back to life from the dead, and a wizard who is proficient in the undead faction. Her soul is imprisoned in the soul gem she prepared herself, but deep down, she is still a widow who has lost her son and husband.

May every mother with an ideal child not suffer from separation, and may the god of fate have mercy on them.

Thinking of this, Marilyn secretly drew the holy emblem of the original creator on her chest.

Her husband and son both have devout faith in His Highness and hope that they can reunite in the Endless Wilderness.

As for me... I brought this upon myself, and my death is not a pity.

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Negan Loval sat at the back of the church. He had no classes today, but for some reason, as the last surviving member of the Loval family, he did not rush to leave work. Instead, he walked into the open class of the professor of international relations.

He wanted to hear what the young creatures and old Will thought of what Lord Durin said.

Is capital really the enemy of all living things, so bad that it cannot even be compared to the great enemy of life like necromancy?

Negan had no answer in his heart. Because when he was four years old, the Loval family was attacked by the Church of the Original Creator because of an incident. All family members were killed. Only he escaped because he went out to play.

However, members of the Undead Law Family must be eradicated regardless of right or wrong, so Negan Loval's real name will always be on the wanted list.

Over the years, Negan Loval has used several aliases and identities, living in each place for a maximum of ten years before moving away. He has been here for nine years.

In another year, Professor Negan Loval might die of a sudden illness, and a young distant relative from Farol would inherit his family business, sell the house and move on.

As always.

At this time on the stage, old Will was discussing Durin's definition of capital based on a table. The young students were divided into two groups. One group admitted that what Lord Durin said was correct, while the other group said that Lord Durin's trust was actually a kind of capital, but it was controlled by a strange being like him. But what would happen if one day Lord Durin was no longer in charge?

"We can unite! Lord Durin has already told us what to do! Are we really going to kill ourselves by being so stupid?"

"Do you and I want to outlive Lord Durin? Our descendants might not even survive him. How will they view Lord Durin's views then? They haven't seen the suffering we have. They will be like the fools in the movies, naively thinking that Lord Durin's methods are harming them!"

"Then let them suffer! If no matter how you teach them, it's useless, let the things teach them!"

The young students' discussion seemed like an argument, which reminded Negan of his brothers.

The brothers are not united with the family. Some of them do not think that being born into a family of necromancers means they must become necromancers.

But before he could make any changes, the witchers from the church arrived.

Negan still remembers that when he escaped from the city and looked at the gallows from afar, all his brothers were dead. They were hanged on the gallows, whether he was the one who wanted to surpass his brother or the one who wanted to live a new future.

They all hang there, swaying in the wind.

I'm sorry, although Negan shouldn't have used the word "swaying", it was a very cold and windy day, and they were wearing thin clothes and were blown by the wind, just like wind chimes under the eaves.

However, the wind chimes can always produce pleasant sounds, while their souls are imprisoned in that cold body, wailing helplessly.

At this time, the get out of class bell rang.

The younger kids were still arguing when old Will came over.

He looked at Negan. "I thought Professor Negan didn't care about current events."

"I'm just curious about what the capital Lord Durin is talking about. After all, it seems to me that it's even worse than the necromancy."

"Yes, according to Lord Durin's theory, the necromancy is now weak and helpless. They can only harm one or two unfortunate people in the gutters and corners. But if capital is not controlled, it will harm everyone in this land, and the necromancy will be unable to protect itself. After all, I think if they don't understand a little economics, they will only be swindled out of all their money by capital."

At this point, Old Will smiled and patted Negan on the shoulder: "But I believe that someone like you, Professor Negan, who can make a lot of money from the exchange, will definitely not be cheated."

Only then did Negan smile somewhat helplessly.

If it weren't for Sigmund Freud, he wouldn't have made a fortune.

After all, he was just a necromancer, a poor creature eliminated by the times.

(End of this chapter)