Durin's Diary

Chapter 1074 He Sensen

Dulin looked at his left hand. Ever since he got out of bed, his left hand had been in a rather unruly state—in other words, it was a bit stiff.

Daju helped Dulin scan his left hand and confirmed that it was ankylosing spondylitis.

“You’re becoming less and less like a human being.” At this point, Daju sighed, “This is the first time I’ve seen the stiff limbs of a dead person on someone as lively as you.”

Dulin shattered it, then used a restoration spell to regenerate his left hand, and then smiled at the orange tree: "Now you should see, right?"

"What a load of rubbish, Dulin. I've always found it strange that after getting a prosthetic body and updating my thought process, I've increasingly felt that your sacrifice wasn't worth it. Human civilization is so long, with so many tributaries, but in all the years I've been able to observe it, all I've seen through the eyes of a prosthetic body like mine is war, death, and misfortune."

“I don’t expect human civilization to leap to heaven in one step. I only hope that children will not suffer from hunger, that they will have clothes to wear, that they will have love to receive, and that the innocent will have a way to live.” Dulin said as he stood up: “You will definitely say, how do you plan to make such a good thing happen?”

"Yes, how do you do that?" Daju asked curiously.

“That’s a good question, I don’t know either,” Dulin replied with a smile, as he put on his cool linen shirt and walked toward the door.

"No, how could you be so irresponsible!" Big Orange caught up with them.

"No, what I mean is that I am indeed not as good as those who have spent their whole lives studying economics. But in other areas, I believe I have my own strengths. For example, I can help those young people embark on the path of revolution. Although we don't understand economics, I'm sure those rich people do. We'll get them to come up with an idea."

"What if they can't figure it out?"

"Let's try a different batch and think about it again."

"The ones that were taken off."

"killed."

After saying that, Dulin laughed and pushed open the door: "Big Orange, let me tell you, revolution is not a dinner party, not a drinking party, it's a business of risking one's life, a great cause to change the world. Those who play with economics are not qualified to negotiate with those who wield guns."

"Isn't that a bit too blatant?" Daju followed, somewhat puzzled: "Didn't you say that a revolution should unite everyone who can be united?"

“Some people are born unworthy of being united. By the way, you probably don’t know, but you saw yesterday’s Genoa newspaper.”

Dulin reached out and grabbed a rolled-up newspaper, which appeared in his hand.

Daju took the newspaper and saw the first page.

Secretary Poole Corleone was assassinated and seriously wounded.

Daju looked at Dulin: "Your brother has never been assassinated before, so why did you go back..." "I helped him advance to the level of Zhulong. You see, a grassland elf who can live to be two hundred years old usually retires from the social circle to enjoy the rest of their life when they are around one hundred years old. One hundred years is a long time for everyone. Even if some people can't wait, their children and grandchildren will have a chance to rise to the top."

Dulin said with a smile, "But what if it's a Zhulong that can live for hundreds or even thousands of years?"

Da Ju took a long breath: "You mean to say..." "I didn't say anything, it's just that my brother lived a long life and blocked some people's path to promotion and wealth." At this point, Du Lin turned to look at Da Ju: "You see, this is human nature. How can you expect me to sympathize with these villains? Is it because I'm kind-hearted that I didn't kill their whole family? No, I'm just too lazy to deal with them anymore. But they shouldn't get their hopes up. The young Northernists have already taken action on their own. If they want guns, I'll give them; if they want money, I'll give them; I don't care who they kill. If anyone wants me to take responsibility for the dead, fine, if they think it's okay, they can come to me. They'll know my attitude on this matter if I kill their heads or not."

After saying that, Dulin hummed a little tune as he walked towards the cafeteria.

"Speaking of which, your brother will become Zhulong..." "Because we have a good father who portrays himself as a target."

Upon hearing Dulin's answer, Daju wiped the tip of his nose and sighed.

"I've never seen a more stubborn donkey than yours."

"Is that a compliment?" Dulin asked with a smile.

"I guess so." Big Orange walked to Dulin's side: "If that day really comes..."

“That’s just turning a page in history. As for what happened afterward, that’s just turning another page in history.” After saying that, Dulin reached out and pushed open the cafeteria door. Looking at the girls sitting at the table, he walked over to the table and nudged Lina: “What’s wrong with you guys?”

“We’ve seen what’s in the Genoa newspapers,” Anta said, frowning. “If we don’t retaliate against this provocation, it will only embolden others to take advantage of us.”

“Yes, my suggestion is to find the mastermind and kill them all.” Tanya agreed while manicuring her nails. “I never thought that anyone would be crazy enough to assassinate Mr. Poole. He’s your own brother. They must be insane.”

“The newspapers didn’t mention that he’s already become a Candle Dragon, right? I helped him get promoted. He never agreed to let me promote him before, but a few days ago I asked him why he didn’t get married, and he said he wasn’t like me and couldn’t take care of everyone. I said I’d help him get promoted, and he said okay.” At this point, Du Lin suddenly laughed: “So my brother even lied to me.”

“No way.” Alyssa looked up. “If Mr. Poole knew anything, he would definitely tell you.”

"Then many people will die on trumped-up charges. I don't think that's my brother's style. He'll definitely choose to make those people guilty. Once they're guilty, there won't be any opposition when it comes to dealing with them. After all, they're the kind of criminals who dared to assassinate even the wise men of the grassland elves and the righteous men of the Northern righteous. Their lives will be in Poole's hands..."

Having analyzed the situation, Dulin smiled with some relief: "I understand."

"What do you understand?" Daju looked at Dulin.

“Even if I leave, my brother will live on. After transforming into a Zhulong, his physical strength will become very high, which will be his advantage in the face of assassination attempts. Moreover, he will walk his own path…” At this point, Dulin took the fried rice that the cook brought over: “I was thinking that my brother has finally come to his senses. Now that I think about it, he is still the same Pull Corleone who values ​​principles and the future more than himself.”

At this point, Dulin sighed deeply.

It's heartbreaking to think how many scribes, Night's Watchmen, and Keepers of the Secret must the Corleone family produce, and how much blood must be spilled on this land before this civilization can escape its suffering.

Perhaps never, since every step of civilization doesn't have to be progress.

But Dulin felt that being able to share his fate with such a person was the greatest joy in life.

This spoonful is a tribute to the future.

(End of this chapter)