Durin's Diary

Chapter 727 Self-Answer
Durin lived a life of idleness and waiting for death in the Everburning Nest for half a month, until the Church of the Original Creator announced that it would officially take over the mess of the Church of the Goddess of Wealth.

At this point, even the most diehard members of the Church of Wealth have been forced to admit that the goddess has fallen, and that after all this time, Du Lin, their biggest suspect, is still living like a human being.

For the world, if a mortal succeeds in killing a god, he will surely be eager to be promoted to a new god.

Dulin is still a human being now, which proves from one side that the goddess was not killed by Dulin - but who would have thought that the goddess was not killed by Dulin, but died because of Dulin.

Because of this, after ending his self-arrest, Du Lin began to prepare to contact Negan Loval and others again.

But before he could pick a good day, news came from the Three Holy Orders - Negan Lowal sent the news through Regan Lowanta - that he would defect to the Three Holy Orders, and as the price of clearing himself and his friends' name, he was willing to tell the Church of the Original Creator about the movements of the Demon Lord.

Du Lin was devastated when he heard the news - no, brothers, have you necromancers eaten mushrooms? How come you even sell out your ancestor?

But when Du Lin came into contact with these old necromancers in his own identity, he heard answers from their mouths that he had never expected.

Marilyn was the first one to talk to Du Lin. The old lady looked at Du Lin and sighed - she said that she saw the shadow of her own child in Du Lin.

"My child was a member of the First Commune of Northernism. He was very close to Mr. Jean Mayer."

Hearing Marilyn say this, Du Lin called his grandfather over. After hearing the name Marilyn gave and the child's general appearance, Ish Elsh sighed, "I know who he is."

He took out the photo and pointed at the young man behind him: "Kim Marela, I always thought this was his pseudonym... Madam, I witnessed his sacrifice. He never betrayed any of us until his death."

"Is that so..." The old lady finally managed a smile on her face. "That's great! He's an Oath Keeper. His father will definitely be proud of him."

"Madam, I can feel that you are not an orthodox necromancer. Can you tell me about your past?" Because she was the mother of an old friend, Yi Xu sat next to Du Lin and asked.

"My child grew up when my husband and I were still alive. At that time, my husband and I were both members of the Northern Mage Tower. Our child should have become a mage, but he said he wanted to join the Northern Movement and become the one who liberated all slaves."

Marilyn recalled her past: "At that time, the First Commune was in full swing, and young idealists lined up to die for a better future. My child was no exception... I still remember that when Jean brought the death notice of my child to our house, it was my husband who opened the door. He took the notice from Secretary Jean's hands, suppressing his grief."

"I'm so sorry, ma'am," Ish sighed.

"Don't apologize. I know you weren't having a good time back then. The First Commune decayed, like a dead person, clearly alive yet filled with the stench of corpses. My husband and I's children grew up. He and his friends were willing to die for this land. They naively wanted to preserve some seeds of their ideals, and later on, it was proven that they had indeed accomplished it."

At this point, Marilyn looked at Du Lin and said, "With a young man like His Excellency Du Lin joining Northernism, I... I have brought shame upon my child. He would never have thought that his mother would eventually go astray in order to revive her husband."

The lady placed a check from the Swiss Trust Bank on the small table where she sat. "This is all my property. Negan talked to me a lot, and he moved everyone with his sincerity. I don't plan to hide anymore. I am Marilyn Marilla. If possible, purify me and bury my ashes next to my husband. I miss him so much, but a foolish woman like me has forgotten what he looked like."

At this point, the lady burst into tears.

Yishi looked at Dulin and said, "Child, please do me a favor and ask for forgiveness from the original creator."

"No, Lord Duke Ish, I don't need forgiveness." The lady raised her head. "No, madam, as long as you are forgiven, perhaps you will be able to see your children and your husband in the endless wilderness. Why not give it a try?" Ish offered her an offer she couldn't refuse.

Du Lin nodded: "No problem, I am willing to help you, Mrs. Marilyn."

Du Lin's answer surprised the lady: "Why, sir, how can a necromancer like me be forgiven by saints like you?"

Dühring transformed herself, and when Sigmund Freud stood up and walked over to her, the siren burst into tears.

She kept saying sorry over and over until the anonymous person appeared in the room.

She was the first to be forgiven.

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Eight magic-suppressing rings were hung on Negan Loval's body, but as a voluntary surrenderer, his head was not nailed with silver-infiltrated spikes.

But no one likes the feeling of having eight magic rings on his body. Negan has never felt like a fish out of water as he does today.

One of the bishops sitting outside the cage stood up and walked outside the cage: "Should I call you Negan Loval or Professor Negan?"

"Same, sir. I am the last surviving member of the Loval family and also Professor Negan of anatomy at Lausanne College." The old man replied with a smile.

"Why did you surrender yourself to us through the Trinity?" the bishop continued.

"Because we don't have the confidence that we can stand in front of you alive. You should also know that when the churches in small places see our necromancy, they will either shout the name of God and want to die with us, or scream and run as far away as possible." After Negan finished answering, he heard a grassland elf bishop couldn't help laughing.

"Okay, your explanation does convince us, but we still can't understand why you were willing to betray that person."

"Because... because everyone wants to live an upright life. We're all old and tired of living a life of escape. It was Lord Durin who told us with facts that there are worse things in this world than necromancy, so bad that even we... can be good people. We don't want to escape anymore."

"That's the truth." Several bishops agreed.

"Of course it's true. The economics professors at our college have calculated the data given by Lord Durin. They say that if Lord Durin doesn't stop those merchants, the cost of living for civilians and farmers will be too high for them to bear... They won't be able to raise their children, and their entire families will starve to death because they can't afford to buy food... For the first time, I intuitively felt that there are people in this world who are worse than us, and you can't deal with them. I don't accept it. Our necromancy can only kill the people in a city or a place at most, and we haven't done that yet. But why are these merchants who can kill tens of thousands of civilians and farmers not hunted by the church's demon hunters?"

Having said that, Negan looked at the bishops outside the iron windows and asked his doubts.

"Are we...really worse than them? Do we deserve to die?"

(End of this chapter)