Durin's Diary

Chapter 143 This is my small step (4K chapter)

What happened outside the school gate was a good topic of conversation. Life is like this. When things have nothing to do with them, they can be discussed without restraint. Miss Jane Fonda Ace's distracted thoughts were even more talked about.

As for Durin, everyone was sighing that it turned out that the original creator had been paying attention to this child for a long time, and his talent had long been noticed by the gods, so that at the young age of thirteen, he had obtained a technique that only a few people could obtain even among the grassland elves.

It is the supreme grace and the pure proof.

Back at the college, Du Lin took out his second short film and placed it in front of many tutors, professors, directors and principals. The back hall of the auditorium was used as a temporary screening point.

The new short film has been completed, and Du Lin is confident about the overall quality and the songs used.

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This is an old song from before the Great Destruction Era, recommended to Du Lin by Daju.

Du Lin liked it very much, so he specially chose the singer Alyssa to sing the Savoy version of the song. Teacher Mason took the music score and led the college orchestra to complete the whole song.

Alyssa is worthy of being a singer. The voice of the little deer girl is ethereal, and she penetrates from the bass all the way to the high notes. She only sang it twice from the time she got the song to the time she finished the performance.

Du Lin recorded the song into the magic crystal himself.

"You will be my personal singer from now on, what do you think?" Du Lin made a special invitation for this purpose.

The little deer girl blushed and said, "Is it really possible?"

Du Lin nodded as a matter of course: "Of course." As Du Lin spoke, he saw the screen light up, so he gestured to watch the new short film first.

The first one to speak was Hemer. This time, the eldest girl from the Elsh family stared with her big bright yellow eyes and made a sound.

The screen goes black, and two seconds later, the sound appears first and the screen lights up.

What appeared on the screen was the college library. A small prairie elf was reading a book by the window. It was the young Durin. The prairie elf's appearance changed very little, so as soon as it appeared, it attracted the cheers of many seniors.

The picture is extremely detailed.

Then the scene changed with the heavy rain outside the window - only a high elf girl and a grassland elf standing on the top of the mountain were seen with their backs to the camera. They were looking at the wind and snow in the distance. Finally, as if being called, he and she turned around and looked behind them with smiles on their faces.

The scene changed very naturally. As the wind blew the fallen leaves, the camera came to the front of the battle. The young northern knight rushed to the front with a sword. That was the battle that made him famous. Four thousand people charged into the battle and killed six thousand green-skinned orcs. All the surviving warriors were proud to be able to follow the young prince into the battle.

The next second, the once young earl's son was riding on a warhorse wearing a helmet. He and his cavalry were lowering their lances. That charge was a great victory that saved their capital from siege.

The picture changed as the fallen leaves were swept up by the iron cavalry, and a girl wearing linen armor and leather skirt armor, with her hair tied up, appeared in the picture holding a battle flag.

There were scars on her face, where an arrow from nowhere had cut her cheek, but she was in the battle and was not afraid.

In front of her were warriors of different appearances and races. They were in tattered clothes and covered in blood, but each of them had an extremely resolute expression on their face, and each of them was as holy as an angel.

Some of the mentors recognized the scene, and a halfling mentor covered his mouth.

The camera switches to the edge of the small square in front of the young Hooded Walker's mausoleum. He raises his head and sees the main temple of the Order of the Original Creator standing majestically on the Eternal Cliff in the distance.

Then, the old snow leopard woke up from his dream. He slowly washed up, and when he finally opened the door, he saw his former young comrades, the believers who were watching the ceremony, his long-lost parents, and the original creator who was standing there with a smile.

The scene returns to Du Lin's side, where his younger self, with a sad face, turns over a heavy page called history.

It was raining heavily outside the window, and two tombstones nestled together appeared before everyone.

On one side is the dagger passed down from generation to generation in the high elf family, and on the other side is the four-leaf clover wreath, the favorite of the grassland elves.

On the tombstone, the names of Verdurous Star Nero and Mimir Moonsong stand side by side.

As the camera flipped, what appeared in everyone's eyes was a long convoy. An elderly man lay quietly on the big bed in the middle of the hearse, holding the sword in the unique way of northerners, with his hands crossed in front of his chest and holding the long sword, his expression peaceful. Outside the car, the young lives were full of sadness.

"Your Majesty, Sbel Finch!" At this time, a mentor finally recognized his identity from the emblem on the hilt.

The northerners still have great respect for this king of the Finch dynasty.

As the camera passed over the convoy, what appeared before everyone was the Endless Ocean. An elderly man stood on the beach, and the temple of the Lord of Storms was opening its doors to him.

This scene was almost engraved in the memory of everyone in the Northern Kingdom. The human being next to Dodge Meyer was the original creator who led him to the Temple of the Lord of Storms.

Once again, the scene changed. This time, the flames from the stake illuminated the night sky, and the withered little hand held the emblem of the original creator.

Professor Czerny sighed softly.

The halfling female mentor was already crying, but this time no one would blame her, even Lady Salin walked over and hugged her.

The scene changed again. In front of the former royal mausoleum of the Eternal Fortress, the paladins of the original creator were carrying a coffin that was only worthy of the king into the mausoleum's underground palace.

"Hassan Sabbah, the greatest assassin!" Du Lin heard the voice. It was Mentor Fernando. He recognized his identity.

Then, the elderly Pansiao took a step forward, and with each step, the suffering bestowed upon him by the years gradually faded away. The young man embraced his parents, and then walked towards the original Creator, until finally, an eleven-year-old Pansiao child walked side by side with his believer into the endless wheat field.

"Castor Otoo!" The mentor of the Pansao snow leopard species recognized his fellow tribesman and kept drawing the sacred emblem on his chest.

Du Lin looked out the window and found that the rain had stopped at some point.

The next second, Verdurous Star Nero and Mimir Moonsong walked towards the distant ruins. They walked in the autumn, and there was white snow on the distant mountain tops.

Then came Spell Finch, the crowned young man standing with his lover on the balcony of the old Sanssouci Palace to receive the congratulations of his subjects.

Dodge Meyer, the knight who saved the kingdom knelt before the young princess. He held her hand and kissed deeply the ring that represented her identity.

Betty Brando stood in the rain with the long flag unfurling. Behind her, under the Iris and Gold Feather flag of the Sidney Alliance, countless spearmen were lowering their spears.

Hassan Sabbah, the middle-aged Assassin Mentor, placed a small bag of coins at the farmer's door. He listened to the coughing coming from the room and shed tears that belonged to a prince.

Finally, Caster Oto'o lit a torch and threw it into the pile of firewood. The flames rose and pushed the camera up, and in the distant distance, there was also a fire, one after another.

Then the screen goes dark.

After about three seconds, a drop of water fell, splashing ripples.

Du Lin appeared in the camera again.

This time, he had already put down the heavy book on his lap. Du Lin stood up, his robe dragging on the mirror-like floor, which seemed out of this world.

The camera moved to behind him, where there was a huge library. The old machinery was still running, and a ball with an indescribable function fell beside Du Lin and made a gurgling sound.

Du Lin stroked it with a smile. He walked forward, and in front of him, a huge curtain was falling.

Du Lin stopped and his long hair was blown by the wind that came from nowhere.

The next second, the curtain lit up.

The tombstones engraved with the names of Verdurous Star Nero and Mimir Moonsong experienced wind, frost, snow and rain in just a few seconds. Moss covered the two small tombstones. Occasionally, a child ran past from a distance, but no one came to take a look.

Sibel Finch stood with his back to the camera, beside the field. The owner of the field was at a loss facing the dead wheat seedlings, and he was no longer the omnipotent king. He was helpless and tears streamed down his face.

Dodge Meyer held the handrail of the tower and looked forward from behind him. His ruined city was burning. Shouts and cries, howls and roars dominated the city, and the king's face was full of despair.

Beneath the statue of Betty Brando, helpless corpses piled up like a mountain. In the face of the Black Death, even the greatest saint was powerless. The girl standing at the alley entrance was sobbing.

Hassan Sabbah, the leader of the assassins, sat on the platform of the Eagle's Nest. The sacred flame behind the old man had gone out, and a griffin even used it as a nest. The loneliness on his face was visible to the naked eye, and the purse in his hand was empty.

Finally, Caster Oto'o appeared on the screen. The young man sitting on the beacon tower watched the knights patrolling the land beneath his feet day after day, watched the fighting, watched the killing, watched the green-skinned orcs exchanging blood with his compatriots but was powerless to do anything.

The screen stopped lighting up, Du Lin pursed his lips, and walked towards the library door.

The huge library is filled with various portraits.

The music gradually faded.

The door opened before Durin.

A girl was reflected in his glasses, but he couldn't see her face clearly.

The old man's monologue sounded again.

She smiled and extended her hand to Du Lin in the camera.

The sadness on Du Lin's face disappeared, he raised his hand and held it tightly.

Civilization will never stop because of the fate of an individual.

But living beings have never given up exploring the land beneath each other's feet.

They came to this world as warriors born to fight for each other's future possibilities.

Everyone is dedicated to his duties until death.

The camera turned and came behind him and her holding hands.

In front of them, the white corridor had no end.

The screen gradually went black.

Du Lin stood up and walked onto the stage. Before he even started speaking, the applause from the audience almost drowned him out.

The seniors were cheering crazily, even some of the bold women were cheering.

Du Lin was somewhat moved and reached out to suppress the applause. It was not until the fifth time that the applause gradually stopped.

"I'm very happy that my work has been so well received." Du Lin said this and pointed to Professor Fernando who raised his hand. "Master, do you have anything to say?"

"After all these years of watching movies, this is the first time I understand what it means for films to serve a nobler existence." Mentor Fernando stepped forward. The tearful, middle-aged half-elf looked at Durin with excitement. "And visually, this is the closest to reality I've ever seen—no, it can even be said to surpass reality. It's even more perfect than your first short film. My ancestor once served His Excellency Hassan Sabbah. The man in the picture just now looks exactly like the portrait left in our family. When I saw him sitting on the eagle's nest, I cried."

"Thank you. I'm also very sorry. The split of the Triarchal Order is not what everyone wanted to see, but fate has dealt everyone a harsh reality." Du Lin gestured for Mentor Fernando to sit down, then looked at the old deer. "Mentor Czerny, what do you think of my song?"

"The music is not perfect, and the singer has flaws, but after watching it, I feel that whether it is the singer or the music, or even your short film with extremely gorgeous pictures, they are all serving the art itself. The perfection of art does not need to be judged by scores." Professor Czerny expressed his opinion.

Lady Salin was busy comforting the sentimental halfling mentor in her arms so she didn't say anything, but from the look she gave Durin, it was clear that she was very satisfied.

Finally, the principal stood up and looked at Du Lin. "I can't even find any flaws, child. Your performance surprised and delighted us. If possible, we can even make an exception and summon our Lord to watch."

Du Lin turned his head and looked towards the corner with some embarrassment.

In the corner, the young goddess, cleansed of all makeup, stood there smiling.

Following Du Lin's gaze to the corner, many instructors present hurriedly saluted, followed by the students.

The Goddess of Art and Beauty smiled and held out her hand to support everyone. A young woman, sporting a large braid and a beautiful dress, approached Dulin and happily lifted her gown. "I really like the new look you chose for me. The original Creator is truly cunning. You, child, should be my favored genius and future divine messenger."

Du Lin was a little embarrassed, but the girl in front of him should have lived longer than his two lifetimes combined. After all, this was the kindness of an elder.

"Your Highness, nothing in this world is perfect after all." The principal stepped forward with a smile to smooth things over.

"Yes, Durin, it's a pity, but Durin, I am very satisfied with your performance. This is my reward." After saying that, the half-orc girl kissed Durin's forehead, then waved to everyone with a smile, and then walked towards the exit of the small hall.

She eventually disappeared in light and shadow.

Your charm will increase by 2 when she kisses you once. How about we let her kiss you a few more times?

Daju asked a question.

Du Lin cursed in his heart - this is too blasphemous.

Then, he was picked up by Professor Czerny who came over and laughed: "How did this kid Yi Xu find such a great grandson like you?"

He asked cheerfully, but ultimately placed Du Lin on the bed formed by the raised hands of the seniors who rushed over. "After the ritual week is over, I will give you a more rigorous curriculum, my child. You have a perfect starting point. I deeply hope that when I reach my destination one day, the Creator will praise me for educating a great musician for this world."

Du Lin nodded and said, "Please believe me, Master, I will not let you down."

(End of this chapter)