Durin's Diary

Chapter 1075 Bamboo and Stone Open
Poole used himself as bait, attempting to lure all living beings into a trap. His idea was good, and his methods were sound, but he didn't consider that when the assassination came, no matter where the assassin came from, no one would be able to stop him.

Ahead lies an abyss. Can he truly steer this runaway chariot of history, or will he plunge into the abyss along with it?

Dulin didn't know, nor could he understand. All he knew was that they had a heartless father, a monster-like madman who sacrificed himself to others.

He felt somewhat ashamed to be a son, but considering that he had never raised him, Dulin didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Poole, now that you've come this far, can you truly repay your enemies with all the suffering our father endured?

Dulin could not imagine such a future.

But he had no other choice, because he had no time left and could only choose to believe his brother.

He might say that every day of civilization doesn't have to be progress, but that was, after all, Dulin's own brother in this life, a family member he couldn't buy with gold.

But they will also be family members he is destined to lose.

"You look a little down. Let your big sister Lina comfort you."

Just as Dulin was slumped in the rocking chair, counting down to his end, Lina appeared out of nowhere and squeezed onto the chair, completely unconcerned about its old age and dilapidated mortise and tenon structure.

"How much older are you than me?" Dulin asked, looking into her eyes.

"Isn't it big?" She puffed out her chest proudly.

"Heh, you can only draw your conclusions by comparing yourself to Anta and the others," Dulin sneered.

“You didn’t have this look on your face last night when you touched this place.” Lina pulled Dulin’s head into her arms. “I know you’re upset. If crying will make you feel better, then cry in my arms.”

Dulin sighed and reached into her waistband to pull out a book.

There was a line of text on the cover.

How to effectively comfort your poor little boyfriend.

"What a load of crap! Who wrote this nonsense? I'll make Chen Xiaohu deal with this author right now."

"Then tell me, why are you unhappy? Look at you, you're just like that little old man at the alley across from the Candle Dragon Pavilion, sitting in a rocking chair wearing big shorts. And your shorts are especially wide, I can see that." Lina said as she sat up.

"You can say whatever you want, but if you put your hand in again, I'm going to yell." Dulin rolled his eyes.

"Go ahead and scream, no one will come even if you scream your lungs out." Lina chuckled and turned to pounce on Dulin.

Dulin tilted his head back, looked at Anta walking past behind him, and said in an almost praising tone, "Darling, save me."

"Even if you scream your lungs out, I won't come to save you. I'm already so busy. The old lady from the Celestial Master's Mansion came to pick me up, but I was in such a hurry that I forgot to bring my course materials and handouts." With that, Anta walked into the room without looking back.

After a while, she came out with a thick folder: "How old are you? You're trying to fight back."

Dulin turned to look at Lina again, and the little female dragon smiled a little embarrassedly: "No, Anta said so, if I'm naughty again I'll get a beating."

Dulin slapped her big tail hard: "Let's go." "Have fun, darling," Anta said with a smile, then disappeared into the portal.

Lina quickly followed Dulin: "Where are we going?"

She watched as Dulin opened a door, watched him walk in, and finally, without hesitation, followed him inside.

Stepping out of the portal, Lina saw an endless plain, where a Jaeger's Death Agent and a dwarf stood.

Upon seeing Dulin approaching, the former immediately bowed and clasped his hands to his chest in salute: "Greetings, future Nameless Lord! This dwarf refused to leave the wilderness, insisting on seeing you. He is clearly a follower of the Dwarf God..."

“I know.” Dulin nodded, walked over to the dwarf, opened his cigarette case, and took out a cigarette.

"Too bland, Lord Dulin. For my sake, since I'm already dead, give me a cigarette," the young dwarf said with a smile.

His face was covered in blood, and the chainmail on his chest had been cleaved open by an unknown weapon, revealing horrific flesh and internal organs.

“Okay.” Dulin reached into his pocket and pulled out a wooden box. When he opened it, Lina saw that it was full of cigars.

He held the box up with the hands of a monk, took out a cigar, pinched off the head and tail, placed it to his lips, and lit it for him.

The dwarf laughed heartily, took a puff, and then raised his left hand, holding the cigar between his remaining three fingers: "When I was young, I followed the Doctor and never smoked such a strong cigarette. The elders of the tribe all say that your cigarette is good for your health, but I think that once a person is dead, health is no longer important."

Lina looked at the dwarf in front of her. His right hand was severed at the elbow and was still dripping blood. His body had many burn marks.

Do you know who did it?

"Their group consisted of people from all over the world. I even saw elves speaking with the accent of Everlasting Day Island. We had several escort teams, and I don't know how many brothers were killed or wounded. I was at the very front of the group. When it happened, I only had time to block a sword from an assassin who suddenly appeared from the roadside. His sword was so fast that my hand and my shield were cleaved in two." After taking a couple more puffs of his cigarette, the dwarf sighed. "The Doctor told us that someone wanted to move the stone called Pool, but we young people refused... Lord Durin, what about you? They say you've become a god. Will you watch the Doctor be killed? He was just a mortal. Even after ascending to the level of a Candle Dragon, he still needs room to grow. It's just that I can no longer be with him. I never thought I would be the first person in the group to die in front of the Doctor. I'm such a useless piece of trash..."

The dwarf was becoming increasingly lifeless. He looked at Lina and said, "Madam, I'm sorry to have you see me in such a wretched state."

Lina felt a pang of sorrow in her heart. She had lived a carefree life all this time and had never witnessed such a cruel separation of life and death. But she still shook her head forcefully: "You were a brave warrior, a fearless one who stood guard before the target you swore to protect. You used your death to uphold your oath. Thank the gods for the honor of seeing you off."

“When we were young, we made a promise to protect the Doctor. Our fathers died alongside Secretary Roy, and now it’s our turn… I hope the Doctor can move on from my sacrifice…” The dwarf before him grew increasingly lifeless, and the crimson soul fire in his eye sockets finally ignited his eyes.

Lord Durin, please have mercy on us young people, don't let hope perish, don't let the future be disgraced.

But how can I agree to that?

Lina was somewhat at a loss—Dulin's mortal existence time was measured in days, and every time he used his power, his mortal time would decrease accordingly.

But Lina heard a resounding "Good!"

She looked at Dulin.

The smiling lover, behind him, the endless plains are turning into scorched earth.

(End of this chapter)