Durin's Diary

Chapter 1062 Emerging from the Curtain

In the rain, Dulin walked up to the six young men.

They were changing their clothes under the shelter from the rain when they saw Dulin walking over, and they felt a little awkward.

Fortunately, the young man in the lead was quite responsible. He looked at Dulin as soon as he put on his shirt and said, "Sir, is there anything else you need?"

"These are six gold square cakes, which I made in the style of Changtang. Here, each of you take one. If your family ever encounters any difficulties in the future, those who can travel far can go to the four islands of Changtang to find my family; those who cannot travel far can send someone to the Nest of Eternal Flame, where someone will help you."

"This...this is far too valuable."

"You six tall young men have done me a great favor. This is a small token of my appreciation. Remember, come to me when you're in trouble. The Three Saints won't just help villains silence people, but they will definitely kill to save the innocent. Got it?" Du Lin said with a smile.

The six young men nodded in agreement, and each accepted a piece of the gold square cake.

One of the boys, who looked about half a year old, even put it in his mouth and took a bite.

This drew scolding from his family members nearby, but Du Lin smiled and came to his rescue: "Kids, don't mind it, look, I don't mind at all." As he spoke, Du Lin walked up to the apprentices and took out a large pile of snack boxes and cigarettes: "Here, this is a little something from my junior brother. Each family gets one snack and one cigarette."

He asked Mason to help distribute them.

Anta came over and helped Mason distribute the goods.

This time, the older apprentices lined up at the front of the queue and gratefully accepted the gifts distributed by Dulin.

Dulin watched them leave, one family at a time.

In the end, even Mason left. In the pouring rain, only Dulin and Anta remained.

“Life is full of worries and uncertainties, and I have truly come to understand the meaning behind Chang Tang’s words.” Anta stood beside Dulin, looking at the newly erected gravesite and the tombstone: “Master Cherny never married in his life. It was his good fortune to have a student like you.”

“I was just fulfilling the duty of someone who came after me. Even if it were old Ron, wouldn’t it be the same?” Dulin reached out and took Anta’s hand.

“I’ve heard his story. Back in Copenhagen, Mr. and Mrs. Ron were your neighbors… Even before we were born, they were already struggling to survive on this land. The First Commune, Northernism, humanity is just as you said, desires never cease, and struggles never end.” Anta sighed at this point: “I know desires can be good or bad, so the struggle between the two sides never ends. Even a temporary peace is just accumulating strength for the later struggle, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” Dulin nodded with a smile: “You’re becoming more and more like me.”

“People in Changtang say, ‘A woman follows her husband wherever he goes, whether he’s a chicken or a dog.’ I’m marrying you, so I’ll eventually become like you.” After saying this, Anta put her arm around Dulin’s arm.

Looking at Czerny's tomb in the rain, she said, "I often think that Northernism failed a hundred years ago, but now they are making a comeback in Farol in the South. Can I say that as long as there is injustice on this land, as long as there is oppression and exploitation, no matter how many times it fails, this ideology will definitely make a comeback?"

Dulin nodded: "Because people yearn for a better life, the greater the suffering caused by oppression and exploitation, the more people will want to find answers in history and change everything."

“And so eventually Northernism, or similar methods, will make a comeback.” Anta looked at Dulin: “And so history will once again fall into the cycle of what you call endless desire and endless struggle.”

"No, this wasn't my idea. I was just standing on the shoulders of giants, explaining everything that happened in history in the simplest terms possible." Dulin didn't dare take credit: "Since the dawn of civilization, the old era of this world has lasted at least five thousand years, and although the human civilization of my previous life had a major break, it still lasted for about fifteen thousand years. As long as humanity is not destroyed, civilization will be rebuilt again and again. And history is like a waltz with three acts: war, peace, and revolution."

"Now that you mention it, I understand. The rise and fall of the First Commune, and the resurgence of Northernism in Farol, are all like the waltz you described."

“Yes, war, peace, and revolution are just another way of saying that desires never cease and struggles never end. The human heart is the most unpredictable thing in this world. To have a girl like you who is willing to follow me and understand me is a great blessing for me.” “And my sisters.”

Anta corrected Dulin, then her mage hand took the umbrella, which she reached out to catch: "Let's go."

So Dulin and Anta walked into the rain together.

As Dulin walked out of the cemetery, he wanted to leave, but a car pulled up beside him.

It seemed unlikely that anyone would be foolish enough to assassinate a god, so Dulin and Anta stopped and watched the car door open.

The young prince, who had been sitting in the carriage, said, “Lord Dulin, Lady Antha, I am Karl van Krigan, as the orphans call me, or you may call me Karl Doran. Please get in, so I can take you and your wife back to your residence.”

Dulin glanced at Anta, who smiled and nodded.

Alright, since you, a child who has only met me a few times, can remember me, then it seems that Lady Gala really does have some ability.

So Dulin let Anta get into the car, then he threw the umbrella into his spatial storage and got in as well.

"You still remember my Dulin? Not bad, he's already half a legend at such a young age."

“My mother passed on her power to me, which is why I can remember Lord Dulin.” The fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy had some downy hair around his mouth. He looked like Hack, but he also had the eyebrows and eyes that belonged to the Galaf people.

"You said your surname is Daolang."

“Yes, my mother gave birth to me and three older sisters. My sisters’ surname is Krigg, but she made me take her surname to avoid any misunderstandings.” The young man said with a sigh.

"You must have something to tell me since you came to see me today."

"Yes, my surname is Doran. I don't want to get involved in the struggle between the Krigan family and the military orphans. My mother was an orphan, and she owes me a debt of gratitude that I can't repay. But I inherited her surname and just want to live a good life."

Dulin smiled and looked at Anta: "What do you think?"

“I think it’s a good idea. Mr. Karl’s surname is Doran, and he’s not a member of the Kriging family, as long as he’s willing to leave Paris and never have any further contact with the Kriging family.” Anta said, then looked at Karl: “Mr. Karl, what do you think?”

“That’s all fine. My mother left me some property, so I’d like to hear Mr. Dulin’s acknowledgment and assurance.” Carl looked at Dulin.

Dulin nodded: "No problem. As long as you guarantee to do everything my wife said, I can tell Jun Gu that you have no further connection with the Kriggen family."

Dulin sighed inwardly.

Lady Gala, what did your sister do to make you so devoted to sacrificing everything for this land?

I...respect your sacrifice.

(End of this chapter)