Durin's Diary

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When Prince Locke sat down and looked at Durin again, there was a hint of emotion in his eyes.

"I heard that Duke Ai Ersh once had a wife from Chang Tang. I always thought it was a lie, until I met you and realized it was true." At this point, the prince looked at his wife. "What I couldn't imagine was that the old lady had such a magnificent story. It was she who founded the Everburning Nest."

"I'm curious, Your Highness, why did you come to the Great Wasteland?" Du Lin took the teapot with a smile and poured tea into the empty cups in front of him and her.

"It's those idiots under my two brothers."

When this was mentioned, Prince Locke could no longer suppress the anger on his face.

In his words, it was because of the idiots under his two brothers who lured and killed Professor Jason that led to the bloody situation in Copenhagen in the past two days. It was the men under his elder brother Locke who killed Professor Jason, the captain and his entire family were killed, the Northernist commandos even used the Durin Type 13 rifle to beat the defenders so hard that they couldn't even raise their heads, and the eight people in the two vehicles responsible for support were hit by three Yangyan explosions on the street. They either died in the vehicles or were shot to death on the roadside after getting out of the vehicles.

The Churchill family, traitors of the Northern Kingdom, did not have a good fate either, and their entire family was executed.

The secret police also had a bad day. They were attacked while on duty and all nine commandos in a vehicle were killed.

So the whole city was searched for the past two days, and when Prince Locke left Copenhagen, several exchanges of fire had already broken out, with heavy casualties on both sides.

"My father said I wasn't good enough to save my own life, so he banished me from Copenhagen. We had no choice but to send our children to my parents' home on Evernight Island, and then my wife and I came to Everforged Fortress to relax." At this point, the prince sighed. "Those who died were the most loyal to the land they stood on, whether it was Professor Jason or the captain and his family. Yet, they all died like this... It's all my foolish brothers' fault."

Du Lin nodded: "I understand."

"Of course you understand, you little prodigy. It was you who came up with the idea of ​​endless desire and endless struggle. We living beings are limited by the times and swept up by retribution. I'm afraid the days of bloodshed will never end." Locke sighed.

Looking at the desolation in the prince's eyes, Du Lin seemed to have discovered a new world - this young man was truly beyond the constraints of the times. He instinctively felt that something was wrong, but he still couldn't find a way to break the deadlock... or rather, there was actually no way to break the deadlock at all.

All living things are groping in the darkness, trying to find a solution, but the solution has never existed.

Animal nature is inherited in the gene called civilization, so in every generation there are dragons and phoenixes, as well as snakes and insects.

Therefore, the solution at the beginning always becomes the final problem in the end. Right becomes wrong, and good becomes bad. It is not because the solution is bad, but because time is like a long river, which flows away without a return.

The solution is still the same solution, but the people who master the solution have changed. Because of this, the solution will one day become a problem, not because the solution has changed, but because the people have changed - and the human heart, the human heart is the most unpredictable thing in the world.

This is the retribution for all living beings. Even if a great sage is born, how long can he protect all living beings?

Du Lin didn't even dare to imagine whether those carbon-based sages would have new ideas in their life.

Human hearts are fickle, nothing is more fickle than this.

The sages of the tower are intelligent AI from the old era civilization. They have remained the same for thousands of years, only serving the people.

But this is not southern Thailand. There is no high tower, and there is no sage who combines a compassionate heart with tyrannical means.

"Mr. Dulin, what do you think of human civilization?" Prince Locke asked Dulin.

Du Lin thought for a moment: "The best and the worst go hand in hand, madness and reason share the same bed, but different dreams."

"Do you have any ideas?" the prince asked, then slapped his forehead. "Oh my God, I must be crazy. I actually asked a thirteen-year-old what to do."

Du Lin smiled and pointed at the dishes on the table as the half-elf waiter served them. "Let's eat first."

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The food in the Everburning Nest was delicious, especially the sweet and sour pork tenderloin, which gave Du Lin the same pleasant surprise he had when he first ate it in New Hangzhou.

It's just a little sweeter, without any vinegary taste.

But this taste is indeed just what the people of Western Land like.

Anta and Lina also like this dish - something sweet. If the prairie elf doesn't like it, then it must be a fake and must be some kind of weird thing.

During the meal, the dwarf chef personally brought up a large pot of barbecue.

"You can try old Hannibal's cooking. As for Madam Morrigan, your salad will have to wait a while." He smiled a little guiltily when he looked at Morrigan Faya: "I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, Mr. Hannibal. I've been eating barbecue with my husband recently, so I can eat a few bites now." Mrs. Morianfaya replied with a smile.

The old dwarf then looked at Durin and said, "I added some sugar to the meat on the left side of the basin. The grassland elves like it." "Thank you so much, Uncle Tang Stendien."

The old dwarf was stunned for a moment, then his whole face lit up with joy: "You guys eat first, I'll show you some more skills."

This sentence showed off some skills, and in the end, the little female dragon Lina was so full that she was full.

There is no other way, big pieces of meat, cooked with the finest craftsmanship, added with the finest salt, the best olive oil and the best sauce.

In Silver Dragon's words, today's little thing is so delicious.

Even His Royal Highness the Prince and his wife ate a lot more, not to mention that Prince Locke also drank a lot of wine produced in the Great Wasteland.

Great staying power.

When leaving, Prince Locke shook hands with Durin.

"I hope that one day, capable young people like you can come up with a better and less bloodless way for this land, so that people can work together to create a better future." He said this with a hint of alcohol on his face, and got on the carriage.

Du Lin said goodbye to him with a smile.

Lina stood beside Du Lin. "I don't believe in a better future. History tells us that a better future can never be achieved through words."

Du Lin smiled and turned around: "Let's go back to the room to rest."

Along the way, all the waiters in the Everburning Nest already knew Durin's identity. Accepting their respect, Durin reached out and patted their lowered heads one by one to show encouragement.

Back in the large suite on the top floor, Durin looked at Lina rolling on the bed. This little female dragon must have never seen such a soft and bouncy bed.

Melinda was on the balcony, probably looking out at the sea in the distance.

Why are you looking at the sea at night? Haven’t you seen it in Copenhagen?

Dulin complained, then looked at Anta.

"You haven't answered me yet."

Du Lin was silent for a while, and finally smiled helplessly: "Yeah, what should I do."

"Yes, what should we do?" Anta looked at Dulin.

"I can't figure it out either." Du Lin lamented.

It’s not that I can’t think of it.

But the ancestor had already given Du Lin an answer that he didn't want to say out loud.

The struggle of ideas does not take place in the temple or behind the curtain.

It is because of the confrontation of tens of thousands of armies, the corpses scattered for thousands of miles, the empty houses in nine out of ten, and the dead bodies of starving people everywhere.

What’s more, even after losing 90% of the population, people will still fight to the death for their beliefs and live for their faith.

Never compromise and never live in vain.

Until the last traitor and the last villain in the world are killed.

Without such a resolute idea, your ideals and your views will only be trampled into the dust by the descendants of those people one day in the future. Those sacrificed lives, those heroes who shed blood... will only become topics for the enemies to talk about and laugh at after dinner.

So you ask me what to do.

What else can be done.

Only kill.

(End of this chapter)