Durin's Diary

Chapter 1059 with Yue Yan

No one could have known that the final counterattack of the Chaos cultists would unexpectedly and severely injure Queen Sidney, who was also King Hak's most trusted and relied-upon wife.

Her sense of responsibility and loyalty ruined her, but in this matter, Dulin Shuang felt that she was beyond reproach—that lady, as Hark's first wife, had given birth to his eldest and second sons, and when the eldest son was killed, she could have let her child step forward.

I don't think anyone would object.

But she still allowed her second son to succeed her, and for that alone, Dulin had no choice but to acknowledge her as a good person.

Unfortunately, her kindness was not universal and was limited by the times.

But Dulin also understood that he himself was limited by his time—perhaps one day in the future, civilization will transcend the constraints of three words and six characters, history will no longer be ravaged by war, peace and revolution, and every life will receive sufficient respect.

but not now.

So Huck was eventually taken away, while Lady Gala, lying on the mat, looked at Dulin with drooping eyes and a smile on her face: "Thank you for letting me see Huck one last time."

“Your love is not to be defiled, just as these children thirst for revenge against the Krigan family,” Dulin said as he stood up.

The children screamed and pounced on them.

Dulin walked to the window and lit a cigarette.

Since the dawn of civilization, human desires have never ceased, and struggles have never stopped. Every living being suffers from its own obsessions. In his two lifetimes, Dulin has seen far too many people, but even more of them are pitiful souls swept along by the currents of the world.

But are they pitiful? No, they are not pitiful at all.

There are countless people who can betray you.

Very few people are capable of betraying their own class.

So, farewell, Lady Gala.

………………

News of Queen Sidney's death in the hospital spread quickly.

After judging Lady Gala, Dulin's strength has increased once again, and he really doesn't have much time left.

Moreover, many people have begun to forget Dulin's existence, such as Hack, the little old man who has even forgotten that Dulin ever came.

But some people still remembered that Dulin had come, but they all knew that Dulin's presence was actually the one that allowed Haku and Gala to say goodbye.

Joseph and Stuhlweg remembered Doolin's presence, so he went back and told them the whole story.

After hearing Dulin's story, the two young men ultimately chose to remain silent—in their view, the hatred had not been completely eradicated, but it was clear that Dulin could no longer help them.

Because Dulin's left hand was no longer flesh and blood—it was made of phantoms, and golden blood flowed in its veins.

“Don’t worry, if you need any help from me, you can go to the Three Saints Society or my brother. I will tell them how to help you without reservation.” After saying this, Dulin wrapped his arm with bandages and shook hands with the two young men to say goodbye.

"Thank you, Mr. Dulin. Without you, I would probably be dead by now. I owe you a debt I can never repay," Joseph said first.

Dulin didn't take credit for this, because in his view, he still couldn't save or help more people.

For this reason, Dulin withdrew his previous order—Stuhlough could continue working for MI6.

The struggle between the orphans and the Krighen family will continue until one side disappears completely from history.

Dulin believed that the orphans would win.

Just as he believed that Northernism would one day understand what a true grand narrative is.

With this belief, Dulin returned to his home in Paris. Dulin's mentor, Czerny, had also grown old; his antlers had fallen out with age and seemed unlikely to grow back.

When Dulin saw him, he was sitting in the hall. He remembered Dulin; the old deer smiled and waved at him.

Dulin walked up to him: "I'm back."

"I heard you went to Xilu. It's good that you're back. By the way, what happened to your hand?"

“It was a little unexpected,” Dulin comforted him, showing no intention of unwrapping the bandages, as if he didn’t want the old man to know the predicament his last apprentice was facing.

Surprisingly, Instructor Czerny wasn't in a hurry. He looked at Dulin and said, "As long as people are alive, there's no problem. Gala is dead, you know that."

Dulin nodded: "I know. I saw her off and ended her feud with Jun Gu."

Lady Gala's soul was eventually devoured by the resentful orphan children—who, filled with hatred for the lady and the Kriegren family, had long since become vengeful spirits, and could only forgive themselves by devouring Lady Gala's soul.

Dulin could have taken it upon himself to forgive Lady Gala and her husband on behalf of all humanity.

But he forgave her and her, but who can forgive those children?

Therefore, all Dulin could do was help these children fulfill their wishes.

“Gala was actually a pitiful child. She was younger than our generation. You could say we watched her grow up. Hark’s wife bought her from the slave market when she was just a child and hadn’t shown any talent yet, but the lady still bought her without hesitation.”

A cooling array was installed in the mansion. For young people, the temperature could only be described as slightly cool, but when Instructor Czerny sat there, a large blanket covered his legs with hand-woven groundhog fur, which well protected Czerny's legs, which had suffered from rheumatism in his early years.

Dulin sat beside the old man, listening to him recount the history of the Krigan family.

There are too many sacrifices on this land that go unnoticed, just as few people know that Hak's wife died protecting Gala—the same assassination attempt, the same powerful backers, the same inescapable fate.

The only difference is that the wife was just a mortal, while Gala, who received her favor, eventually grew into a legend.

She devoted herself to maintaining the rule of the Krigan family so that her sister's descendant could sit on the throne.

“Dulin, my child, this world is not black and white. I also believe you know all this, just like how you understood Gala, but still helped Jun Gu complete her trial.”

As Czerny spoke, his head drooped uncontrollably.

Dulin reached out and firmly grasped the old deer's hand.

“I still remember when we were young, your grandfather was drinking with us. He got completely drunk and ended up vomiting all over my arms. We were so naive back then, thinking that society would last forever… I never imagined that a few years later… I would lose… the vast majority of my friends…”

A very low, rhythmic hum rolled through his throat.

The old butler behind him could no longer hold back and burst into tears.

Dulin stood up, the plains unfolding behind him. The young stag rose, took one last look at the old house behind him, and then smiled with a sense of relief.

"Thank you, child. I never imagined that you would be the one to guide me," he said, his voice filled with joy.

“This is what I should do, mentor. As the wise say, with great power comes great responsibility. I am just doing my duty,” Dulin said, extending his hand.

His mentor reached out his hand with great joy, and his small hand took his big hand in his.

He followed his last and most satisfying apprentice.

They strode confidently into the open fields.

(End of this chapter)