Durin's Diary

Chapter 1063 Little Hands Down

The vehicle stopped in front of Cherny Palace, and Dulin got out to hold an umbrella for Anta.

“Mr. Dulin’s leniency shows that my mother was right. You are a ruthless man, but also a compassionate one.” After saying this, the young man named Carl nodded to Dulin. “My mother told me that you would definitely come back. Although I don’t know what you said to her in the end, she said that as long as I beg you, you will definitely give the last descendant of the Dolan family a way out.”

“As Mother said, you agreed.” He looked at Dulin with a sincere expression.

Dulin hummed in agreement: "Your mother is a good wife and a good mother, that cannot be denied. I hope you can keep all your promises and not give the orphans of the army a reason to attack you. I helped them because they and their families have suffered a lot of bullying. This suffering needs to be repaid with a life."

“I understand, Mr. Dulin. Then goodbye.”

Anta closed the car door.

The new Gintama car moved slowly and eventually disappeared into the rain.

Dulin and Anta stood under the eaves, looking at the world in the rain. Anta suddenly said, "He is very mature."

"Life is a journey of struggle and survival." Dulin closed his umbrella and looked at the old butler who had opened the door: "I'm back."

“Thank you, Mr. Dulin. I have to take care of this family so I can’t come with you, but I swear, this is the most ceremonial funeral I’ve ever seen in my life. It is a blessing for the master to be received by you.”

The old man gestured for Dulin to come in quickly.

"I'll stay here for two more days before I leave," Dulin said.

“I know you’re in trouble, young master. When your family goes to Changtang, this house…” “Didn’t I already say that Tanya’s child from the Alkin family will own the property of this mansion?”

The old butler sighed somewhat embarrassedly, "Look at my memory."

"It's alright. If you feel unable to keep up in the future, you can have one of your children or grandchildren take over. If they all have their own careers, that's fine too. Your name will always be on the housekeeper's register of this house."

"Thank you, young master." He was a little flustered. "You're right, my children and grandchildren all have their own jobs."

Du Lin smiled and nodded.

He didn't ask, but he knew—the old man's four children were all in Faror; they had joined Northernism, and the third son had died twelve years ago, leaving behind two granddaughters who were already married.

In this era, everyone is seeking change, just as Plato did—even a capitalist zealot like him is copying the work of the embodiment of reason, creating this kind of Northernism that is neither high nor low.

It's quite amusing to think about.

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After handing over the Cherny Palace to his senior brother Mason, Dulin took Anta to see Poole again.

His elder brother had become a very busy man; he was now not only the tribunal for the Austrian and Swiss people, but also the third secretary of the Farol Northern Bureau.

Although this position of Third Secretary was nominal, the fact that he held this title meant that all Northernist members of the Austrian-Swiss alliance had to bow to him.

With this identity, while many people liked him, Poole inevitably became the target of many people's hatred.

For example, there were the powerful nobles in the southeastern provinces of Sidney and those in the central region. Although Poole's individual strength was insufficient, he had many people willing to help him. Leaving aside the combined Austrian and Swiss armies, the thirteen heavy armored brigades belonging to Turin in Lublin had already managed to deploy 240mm self-propelled guns to battalion-level units, with each platoon equipped with easily repairable wheeled vehicles. Combined with the road network connecting Lublin directly to the Austrian and Swiss border, they could be deployed from Lublin to the front lines in just two days.

This is a true force capable of destroying a nation. Not to mention that Great Woodland belongs to Dulin's three territories. After years of recuperation, the orc warbands under Dulin's command have snowballed. As long as Austria and Switzerland jointly provide arms, these orcs will be the best warriors.

This is just the military strength of mortals. In the realm of the extraordinary, the power belonging to Dulin is also enormous—whether it is the extraordinary individuals loyal to Northernism or the extraordinary individuals of the Dulin system loyal to Lublin-Austria-Great Forest, they are overwhelming the Western Continent in both quantity and quality.

So much so that there's a really horrible joke in the supernatural world: "I heard you're going to oppose Sage Poole. I have to make it clear beforehand that if it's not against his aversion to marriage, then I'd better stay away from you to avoid getting blood on my face."

Yes, Poole is still unmarried, and this has become a major worry for the Corleone family... even though there aren't many people in the family.

But Dulin's grandmother was truly struggling through life.

So Dulin carried out a mission given to him by his mother this time.

So Poole wanted to run away as soon as he saw Dooling turn around.

Run? Who do you think you can outrun, you little brat! Take my Human Freeze-Spell!
Dulin immobilized his older brother and then carefully tied him to the chair with hemp rope.

The kind-hearted young stenographer, Kuni, brought a small chair for Dulin.

"Mr. Dulin finally has time to keep an eye on your elder brother, that's wonderful." The rabbit spirit, who was just like Melinda, smiled extremely happily, looking at Dulin with great joy.

“You’ve grown into a young woman. What do you think of my brother? If you like him, I’ll help you get him married,” Du Lin said with a smile.

"That's so embarrassing," the rabbit spirit said, her front teeth practically popping out as she laughed.

Dulin sighed as he looked at the half-elf girl who was dragging an electric wire and a bright light as she approached: "Sorcerer, it's been a long time."

"It's been a long time, Mr. Dulin. Now that you're here, we all feel reassured. We've been watching with bated breath and have been anxious for you." The girl exclaimed sincerely as she placed the flashlight on the table.

Dulin then looked at the sentry standing to the side: "Why don't you step aside?"

“It’s alright. Second brother beating eldest brother is a private matter of the Corleone family. I’m just Mr. Poole’s bodyguard, not his mother. I won’t interfere.” The Links youth said with a smile as he took the cigarette that Dulin threw to him. “I’ll go to the balcony to relieve my boredom.”

"Here you go." Dulin tossed over a gold lighter.

So the Links youth called upon the half-elf stargazer and the dwarf gold ingot, and the three big men laughed and walked toward the balcony.

Dulin looked at his brother: "Look at you, I've come and you've already turned against everyone. This proves that my mission is sacred, and your escape is useless!"

"You dare to flatter yourself! You've really gone too far! I'm the boss of the Corleone family now!" Poole's eyes widened, then he looked at the Links girl beside him: "Narrator! Help me! In the name of the cause!"

Dulin turned to look at the Links girl beside him: "Do you think he's right?"

The narrator, the sentry's sister, shook her head: "You must be representing Mrs. Lily's will. In my opinion, you are right. At this moment, ideology cannot command us."

(End of this chapter)