Durin's Diary

Chapter 781 Rally
The second son of the Clegane family took the initiative to make the choice, which made Durin very satisfied. Although his kindness would make the people dissatisfied, there were also members among the people who understood his decision. In this era, everyone has a "large family and a large business", and it is normal for a family to have several children. What can the thirteen-year-old second son and the eight-year-old third son do? They were able to not lose their "anchor" in the turmoil. It was all thanks to the goddess of luck that they were able to do so.

But in any case, in the end, Marquis Jaden Hogan and his eldest son were hanged, and the two children were sent to the Church of the God of Suffering - they would suffer until they reached adulthood and could leave the church.

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Many people left the newly reopened city of Lille. Some lost everything and decided to look for opportunities in Lord Durin's territory.

A young man in a black shirt walked into the tavern.

Bathed in moonlight, his eyes were filled with sorrow. He pushed open the creaking wooden door, and under the candlelight, he saw many young people in the bar with the same expression.

In the corner, someone waved to him.

He walked over and the crowd automatically made way.

He sat down at the round table where five people were sitting.

A gray-haired young man dressed in exquisite clothes looked at the wine glass in his hand with a blank expression.

A white-haired old man, wearing farmer's clothes, was smoking a tobacco pipe.

There was another worker who was still sweating. As a strong man, he was drinking wine in big gulps.

A young man dressed simply with honey-colored curly hair.

The middle-aged man in the lead, dressed in a church robe, spoke first, his voice filled with obvious reluctance: "You're finally here."

"Yes, I'm here, but unfortunately, I'm late." The young man sighed.

"This plague has claimed many lives. I have an older brother, a younger brother, and two younger sisters." The burly man dressed as a worker put down his cup and clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. "Secretary Fahn, you must stand up for us workers. Marquis Jaden Hogan's family hasn't died out yet. The royal family, the nobility, they're all betraying us! Even Lord Durin didn't speak up for us this time."

"Enough! Luken, Lord Durin is the Duke of Lublin, the Grand Duke of the Great Woods, and the Protector of the Austrian-Swiss Union, but he is not the King of Sidney! He came to Lille and saved so many people, how can you accuse you so cruelly!" The young man in exquisite clothes raised his head and looked at the strong man and whispered.

The curly-haired young man, dressed simply, took the glass. "Thank you, Secretary Fahn."

The young man could no longer hold back his tears as he spoke: "My sister, my best sister, she died in my arms. She was all I had left, but this damn disaster took her away from me. I want revenge."

Having said that, he looked at everyone and said, "But this target will definitely not be Lord Du Lin. He saved so many of us. Without him, there would be more than half fewer of us here today!"

The gray-haired young man looked at the middle-aged man in the cassock. "The Lord said we shouldn't point blades at children. But if Marquis Jaden Hogan hadn't escaped, if he had taken the initiative to take responsibility and reported the epidemic a day earlier, Lille City would have received help a day earlier, and Lord Durin would have arrived a day earlier. We could have saved many lives."

"Yes, if Lord Durin heard about such a terrible thing, he would definitely come here without hesitation. Northernism can guarantee this. In fact, he discovered Prince Romil's illness and came here as soon as possible. Lucan, you can't repay kindness with enmity." The young man named Fane looked at the people in front of him and echoed.

The sturdy man nodded vigorously: "I lost my mind, please forgive me, comrades." "We understand your pain, but we must understand who our enemies are and who our friends are." The simple young man patted Luken on the shoulder and sighed.

Speaking of this, the burly man's voice was filled with anger. He looked at his companion in the robes and said, "Master Priest, I remember you said that when the epidemic started, you did not receive timely support, and there was a serious shortage of medicine and equipment. How ridiculous! Although Marquis Jaden Hogan was stripped of his title, his family can still pass on the legacy! And my fellow workers have died one by one!"

The simple young man was silent for a moment, then took a deep breath. "Luken, we understand your pain, but you must remember that even if we die, we will never be able to repay Lord Durin for helping us. The problem now is that we can no longer remain silent. The royal family and the nobles gave the two children of Marquis Jaden Hogan a chance to survive, but they didn't think of us. We must organize... and sever the bloodline of Marquis Jaden Hogan's family. There is no mercy, no compassion. We are just demons seeking revenge."

Many people in the crowd were cheering softly.

The six people at the table exchanged glances, a silent understanding forming between them. They knew this path was fraught with danger, and could even cost them their lives.

"I'll do it. I'm the only one left in my house." said the simple young man. He stretched out his hand and wanted to pick up the gun on the table.

But the burly man slapped his hand away and picked up the gun.

"Lucan!"

"Orik, you're still young and have a lot of life ahead of you. One day you'll find a woman, marry her, and have many children." The strong man said this, shoving the gun into his waistband. Then he looked at the crowd: "My family, my relatives, just because we were all in the Weston neighborhood, they are all dead."

"But you still have a mother to take care of!" The plainly dressed Orik stretched out his hand and looked at the burly man: "Give me the gun!"

"I won't give you the gun. My mother... passed away at noon today." The strong man said this, pain creeping onto his face. "I have nothing left. My children, my parents, everything I have has been devoured by the epidemic. Now I only want revenge. Master Priest, when will those two children of Marquis Jaden Hogan's family join the labor force?"

"In half a month." At this point, the middle-aged man in the robe stretched out his hand: "Give me the gun."

"Why, Master Priest, are you crazy?" Secretary Fan looked at him in confusion.

"My fellow countryman died from prolonged contact with patients and contracted the infection. His family members died of the plague earlier in life. Last night, his sister couldn't accept it and committed suicide. You should know that suicide is not forgiven by the God of Suffering, so I want revenge for my friend. I don't believe in forgiveness, and I don't want to understand what mercy is. My faith is on the verge of collapse. Give me the gun."

Lucan shook his head.

"You are one of the few High Priests who can help us. I cannot let you sacrifice yourself for us. If revenge is necessary, I am willing to avenge your friends. If this world truly needs sacrifice, then let it start with me."

After saying that, he stood up.

He hugged one after another of his fellow workers, also wearing blue, who came over to hug him.

"You... are just like in the movies." Young Orrick burst into tears.

"Silly boy, we are just mortals." The strong man patted Orik's head.

(End of this chapter)