"It's a private place, you can't go in without permission!"

Carter, who was hosting the members, frowned, smiled and said sorry to one of the members, and walked outside the church.

Members gather here every Saturday to exchange events of the last week and perhaps discuss topics of interest. It's never like it's late, and there's no doubt that Saturday is here again.

When this chapel was built, some people were very curious, and even some people in the church thought that it was a church of God, and they even wanted to come and pray and confess.

In the early days, under the influence of the church, the empire did not recognize other sects except the church, until later, in order to dilute the power and strength of the church in the empire, during the seventh emperor, the old man announced a new imperial law to promote religious freedom, so the Church of the gods of the provincial people, the witchcraft of the barbarians, and the gods of the Illians began to spread. In addition to remote areas, there are always these churches in the bustling cities that the church calls "paganism".

After a succession of misunderstood residents, the place was finally much cleaner, and no one thought about praying anymore. In fact, not to mention the statues of the first kings and gods here, there are not even painted here, and even if people come in, they are probably confused, and they can't tell what kind of church this is.

Hearing the sound outside, Carter had already realized that there might be some "fools" trying to break in, and as soon as he stepped out of the church gate, he saw several drunk men outside the courtyard holding wine bottles in their hands, pushing and shoving with the members of the Fellow Townspeople's Association. Perhaps seeing Carter, the members moved bigger, and one of the guys pushed a drunk man to the ground, and the other drunks immediately started to attack under the influence of alcohol.

When a wine bottle was about to smash over, everyone seemed to be frozen. Their eyes were fixed on the body of the Haus Luwe that was slowly parked on the side of the road. Even in the dark, the silver paint resembles a small moon, reflecting the silvery white moonlight. Not to mention that they can't afford such a car, even if it's a wheel, they probably can't afford it.

Dressed in a formal suit and a bowler felt hat, Durin glanced at the drunks and got out of the passenger seat to open the door for Doolin, who was dressed in the same way as Dover, both in formal wear and a hat. He glanced with some disgust at the drunks who were about to fight in the light, and walked straight towards the church. Those drunks suddenly woke up a lot, and there was a hint of timidity in their eyes when they looked at Durin's back.

Dover smoked his cigarette, and when he walked into the light, he put it to his mouth, and looked at the drunks, his eyes swept over each of their faces, and then snatched the bottle from the drunkard who had raised it high and slammed it on the man's head. The slag of broken glass, blood, and wine were like a flower that suddenly bloomed in an instant. Whether it was the members who were guarding outside the church, or the group of drunks who were trying to extort a little money by drinking alcohol, they were all dumbfounded.

Dover looked at the limp creature slumped to the ground, took out a circle of money from his pocket, counted out five pieces of two and threw them on the drunken man who looked like he was unconscious. He didn't even bother to look any more, and followed Durin again. Just as he was about to enter the courtyard of the church, he gave a grim expression to the members of the Fellow Townsman who were guarding the iron gate, "Remember, there are no cowards in the Guartes. Die or win!"

Those drunks, you look at me, I look at you, it seems that the strength of the wine has passed. They silently dragged the two arms of their fallen companions to the ground, picked up the ten dollars, and left silently. They can play tricks around with the people who also live here in the Fifth District, but in the face of characters who can afford to drive such a luxury car, even a hundred together are not enough for everyone to cook.

"You're here!", Carter bent down very respectfully, in fact, since the day he first met Doolin, he was not an ordinary Gualt, according to the customs of the Gualt Kingdom in the past, Carter was already a retainer of Durin, he was Durin's private "belonging", and Dulin could decide his life and death with a word. Therefore, he is very respectful to Durin, not only because of his relationship with Durin, but also because Doolin gave him the opportunity to slash his enemies.

If it weren't for Durin, he wouldn't have taken revenge and beaten that old bastard to death, and even he would probably have been slaughtered by that old bastard.

Durin nodded slightly, and stepped into the church, which was still a little noisy for a moment, except for the sound of a shoe hitting the floor. With "all eyes on him", Durin walked to the support stand, looked up at the humble church, and quickly withdrew his gaze. He took off his hat and put it on the podium, with a smile on his face, and said his name in a very clear word.

"People like to call me Mr. 350,000, you can call me Durin!"

The whole church was silent, and Durin didn't feel any embarrassment, he understood the mentality and emotions of these people at this time, it was like a myth story suddenly became true one day, and not everyone could accept it at the first time. He shrugged his shoulders and continued, "Carter wishes I could come once, and I feel the same way. Don't think I'm any different from you, we're no different!"

"I'm a Gualte, and a year ago I wasn't much different from all of you here. I'm from a small city, and the first money I get is for errands, and the first money I earn is for those rich people who wash their cars, and they give me a car wash. These things that Durin said did not seem to be much different from the lives experienced by these Guartes living in the Fifth Arrondissement, and his special perspective captured the hearts of these young people at once.

A year ago, he was just a car washer, but a year later, he already has a manor worth 350,000 yuan, driving a luxury car, and holding a large sum of money in his hands. The members who can appear in the church today are not "honest" children, and they also want to hear how this Mr. 350,000 named Dulin has gone from poverty to wealth in a very short time.

"I used to think that I could open a regular car wash with the money I made from car washing, and by the way, I could also repair or decorate cars, and I would open my shop all over the empire, and when people saw me, they would say to the people around them, look, that's the empire's car wash tycoon!", he couldn't help but laugh when he said this, and some members had a smile on their faces, and he shook his head, "Ideals are just ideals after all, they are beautiful, but they are not realistic." ”

"My thoughts were soon drenched in blood by the torture of reality full of malice, and I asked myself, why do you never take the last step when you find a path that seems to lead to the light? I asked myself again what I should do, if I went back to the country and became a farmer, maybe I would not encounter any tricky things in my life, those crops would not hit me......"

His self-deprecating and sarcastic remarks resonated with many members, and the atmosphere suddenly became enthusiastic, and some people laughed out loud.

"But!", he stretched out a finger and pointed to the sky, and the smile on his face gradually changed to seriousness, "Will I be willing? Will I be willing to exchange the most precious thing in my life for mediocrity?", he was asking himself, and at the same time interrogating the hearts of every member present. He shook his head slowly and spat out a heavy syllable, "No!"

"I'm not reconciled!"

"Then I did something dishonorable and broke the law, but I didn't get the consequences that people told me I deserved, I got status, prestige, wealth, power. What is wrong with this society, this country? Did they deceive me and weave a lie to deceive me for more than ten years, or did they deceive themselves?"

"I think I lied to myself, I told myself, be a good person in line with social ethics and ethics, life will be better!"

"I told myself to obey the law and not do things that the law does not allow me, so that I will have a perfect life!"

"I told myself, live honestly, there may be things that don't go well in this life, but there will be no regrets!"

He nodded and met the gaze of those people, "Yes, I lied to myself! There has never been any karma, so many people who have done bad things are still at large, so many people who have violated conscience and morality are still drunk with money, so many people who are not willing to live an ordinary life are in the limelight!"

"Who's lying to whom?"

"Today, you can choose to bow your head, but you must remember that if you still have hope and a future in your heart, you will not be able to see it when you keep your head down. There is a sentence I want to tell you, being a coward is very simple, if you look down at the road under your feet, you will never fall, but if you want to run, if you want to embrace a bright future and hope, keep your head up. ”

"There is nothing more terrible than living a life of mediocrity, living in mediocrity and boredom, I would rather die in the fire, at least I declare to the world that I have tried. ”

"In five days' time, our first batch of wine will leave Illian and be sent to some place, to bring hope of light to our fellow citizens who are still living in darkness, in fact, I hesitated before making this decision. I have brought them hope, but I have also brought destruction to them, and they will bleed and die for it, and I will make many of my compatriots fall on the road to the future because of one of my decisions, is it worth it?"

A smile appeared on Durin's face, and he said categorically, "It's worth it!"