Durin's Diary

Chapter 196 Everyone Sees Hamlet Differently
Copenhagen.

9:00 pm, 11:00 pm local time.

Czerny stood in the cafe and looked at the crowd in front of him.

These are students from the National University. They are holding candles and bidding farewell to their professor Jason Kane.

The owner of the cafe was tending to his counter while cursing under his breath. He didn't know whether it was because the young people on the street diluted his anger, or because his son was seriously injured in the bloody incidents in the past two days.

In short, Czerny found it difficult to understand the rapid northern dialect.

Judging from the boss, he is probably no more than 40 years old, so he certainly doesn’t know about the times sixty or seventy years ago.

This amount of blood is definitely enough for young people. Some of them will curl up in fear, fearing that the blood will splash on their faces.

But for Czerny, who witnessed that era, it was still too little.

The king of this land has been claiming to be ill in recent days, and his two sons are like mad dogs, biting people all over the city. Any report or any disturbance will be regarded as a traitor and his sympathizer.

Such a familiar scene has also happened in the past.

As Czerny drank his coffee, he watched the children sing the Northern Requiem until it was all broken up and disrupted by the crowd dressed in black.

As in the past, just like the Sidney Union in recent years, the royal power and the nobles fought against each other and almost broke out into civil war.

Czerny looked out the window and saw these strong men in black clothes beating students with sticks.

Robert, is this how your children deal with the future? How dirty! What's the difference between you and the people you hate?

You said you wanted to change everything, but in the end, you became everything.

Then, Czerny heard the roar of a giant. He saw a giant kid in school uniform picked up a lamppost on the roadside and hit several men in black clothes flying away with one stick.

One of them smashed the glass wall. Czerny stepped aside and watched the unlucky guy finally get stuck in the wine rack inside the bar.

The boss cursed even louder because a lot of wine and cups were broken.

Czerny continued to drink his coffee while looking outside the wall. As expected of students from a national university, these students from the Northern Kingdom were full of martial virtues. After a while, the students came to their senses and started to fight back shoulder to shoulder with sticks in their hands. Although the dark-skinned guys were generally bigger than the students, they could not withstand the large number of students and a melee soon broke out.

The black guys would never dare to use knives or guns against university students - there are lords everywhere in the national university, and no one knows which noble's child will be killed by the shot.

Because of this, both sides used fists and feet, and hit each other with sticks. It was like you have a mace and I have a skull cap. For a while, the fight was evenly matched.

After finishing his coffee and paying, Czerny pushed open the door, letting two Ganai people who were fighting each other pass, and watched them rush into the store.

"Get out of my house!" The proprietress came out from the inner room, holding a broom and yelling angrily.

This time Czerny heard it clearly.

There was a dark-skinned Tiger guy who picked up the little Leone boy and beat him up, and Czerny passed by with his hat raised.

The next second, the back of Tigers' head hit a trash can, and another Leone cub jumped onto his back and bit his head.

Then the dark-skinned guys who came to rescue their colleagues and the students who came to rescue their classmates quickly expanded the battlefield. From time to time, a short student was thrown into a shop window with a scream, or a big dark-skinned guy was surrounded and beaten by ten little guys.

Czerny finally passed through the area, and at the edge, he saw Jon Walter ordering soldiers to surround the place.

"Professor Czerny, why are you here?" He looked at Czerny with some curiosity.

"My rental is right here. It used to be a laid-back neighborhood, but all this has been keeping me up for two nights. I'm going to the new dorm the college found for me. There won't be all this bickering there, and there won't be kids fighting with lampposts." Czerny said, suddenly sideways. A small squirrel squirrel flew past him, screaming.

Jon Walter reached out and picked up the brat, handed him to his signalman, and sighed: "I'm sorry to have made a fool of myself."

"It's okay. Something similar happened in Sidney a few years ago. It can only be said to be a boring court struggle." Czerny said with a smile.

"Yeah, nothing new," Jon said, motioning for the soldiers to push aside the roadblocks. He then saluted Professor Czerny and said, "The streets have been quite uneasy lately. I wanted to send soldiers to escort you, but I was worried those Northernist brats might make a mistake and hurt you. Here's a gun. Take it and be careful on your journey."

"Thank you, but I don't need the gun." Czerny smiled and rejected the young man's kindness.

"By the way, Professor, when will Mr. Durin be back?" After Czerny passed the blockade, a voice from behind made him frown. "What's going on? Are the secret police planning to take action against the heir of the Elsh family, or is your brother crazy?"

"Ah, how could that be? Yesterday, a merchant from the Great Wasteland sent me news that Mr. Du Lin had composed a piano piece there. It's surprisingly simple and beautiful."

Czerny liked this answer, but he shook his head. "Then I don't know. The kid said he was going for a week, but helping the church for ten more days or half a month wouldn't be a big deal."

"That's a shame! I heard that even pianists in taverns in southern harbors are learning it." The young man took off his hat and said, "Be careful on your journey, Professor Czerny."

Czerny also raised his hat: "You too."

After leaving the scene, Czerny turned around and looked back the way he came.

All this was so absurd, and such situations had occurred many times in Czerny's life.

He couldn't help but worry about his apprentice.

If Du Lin were here, would he choose to stand on the shore and watch the absurdity of it all, or would he be like these children and get swept up in the rapids of life?

Who knows.

Czerny sincerely didn't want the child to be involved in this...catastrophe.

Yes, catastrophe.

This is how Czerny viewed the endless war between Northernism and the Northern Kingdom.

When he was young, Czerny was also a member of Northernism. When their generation failed, some chose to withdraw, some chose to stick to it, but Czerny... chose to help the cause he believed in in another way.

But the longer he lived, the more Czerny felt that everything in this world was like an Ouroboros.

As he walked across the intersection, he stared blankly at the newly completed statue in the distance.

Statue of His Majesty Robert Walter.

This is the senior who was once friendly to everyone.

It is also the monologue of the traitor now.

Du Lin, my good boy.

Don't follow our example and walk down this dead end road from which there is no turning back, and don't follow our example and try to cross this boundless sea of ​​suffering.

You should know that you have a better life worth living and a more beautiful future worth pursuing.

All this suffering is really not worth it.

(End of this chapter)