Durin's Diary

Chapter 209 Silence
Elaine was in a very bad mental state. She had taken care of her grandmother all day yesterday, and according to tradition she had to leave the ancestral home after dark.

Durin returned to Copenhagen at night and stayed with Elaine all night. The girl woke up several times from her dreams.

In the end, Du Lin accompanied the girl to the ancestral home early.

As for the northern tradition, Du Lin had some knowledge of it and confirmed that this was because there were many abnormalities in the promotion process of extraordinary professionals.

For example, after swallowing a magic potion, one loses the essence of the soul because the path and sequence do not match. It is nothing when one is young, but when death is imminent, all kinds of strange events will occur. The closer the blood relationship, the more likely one is to be involved in these strange events.

The more powerful the dying, the greater the scope of their influence. It's said that the most powerful Legendary Transcendents, upon approaching death, can even pull their descendants, even those miles away, into a strange dimension. Those who survived say that this dimension is filled with the fragments of the dying's memories, which are devoured and destroyed by the evil god's messengers. If they discover the existence of the living, they will be hunted forever. Unless you possess the power to instantly kill these messengers, they will only intensify.

Because of this, the old lady's housekeeper and maid can serve closely, and Elaine can only leave before nightfall - Du Lin didn't even dare to bring a little wizard like Elaine to the Great Wasteland. Why? Because she has poor ability to protect her life.

·But I am really curious about what the weirdness is like, and I don’t know if there is any other way to experience it besides blood relatives.

Daju asked Du Lin curiously.

Maybe she is similar to the ghost girl we saw in the deserted village before, or even more terrifying.

Du Lin analyzed.

…then forget it.

Big Orange became timid at the speed of light.

The carriage slowly crossed the bridge at this time. Du Lin looked out the window. The night had not yet faded, so the carriage had to slow down at this time.

But the carriage stopped immediately.

"There are still twenty minutes until dawn. The old lady is a legend, let's wait a while." The people responsible for driving the carriage today are the tobacco and alcohol caster mental unit and the special staff of the ancient relics management department - their presence is usually to prevent young people from accidentally killing themselves because they care too much about their elders.

Of course, it is also intended to prevent young people from being dead and bringing back some strange monsters and ghosts.

After all, the driver lost one of his eyes because of this incident. In his own words, people with clairvoyance as high as his usually wouldn't live as long as he did in his profession. And the reason he was able to live so long was entirely because he was a coward.

Having said that, the Tobacco and Alcohol Actor Mental Unit and the Old Relics Management Department and their Building B are really two different worlds. The latter's best skill in Copenhagen recently is to shoot first and then speak, making everyone feel insecure. The fearless Northerners are even more particular about fighting violence with explosions. It is common for them to blow themselves up when driving a carriage full of explosives through a checkpoint.

Therefore, the average survival time of the men and women in Building B while on duty at the checkpoint is also worrying.

The Tobacco and Alcohol Spellcaster Mental Unit and the Ancient Relics Management Department do not obey the two princes. They are more like departments that help the church manage extraordinary events. They handle small matters, while the church handles big matters.

Du Lin thought that if you could die like this over a small matter, it would be terrible if something big happened.

But considering the terrifying appearance of the Sun Banshee when he saw it with his own eyes, Durin felt that he couldn't blame them - even Durin's targeted skills scared him, let alone these unlucky guys who might not have targeted props and equipment.

Besides, the followers of the Outer Gods were said to be even more terrifying than the undead like the Sun Banshees. According to what the coachman said, Du Lin thought about it and found that the "beautiful girl" with three heads, six legs and twelve arms and legs in his classmate's homework was even a little cute when compared with the followers of the Outer Gods.

This is horrible, brother. Can you please stop thinking like that? You are destroying the aesthetics of an AI.

Daju vomits bad food.

"Okay, the bell has rung. We can see the sunlight now and move on." The middle-aged man said as he drove the carriage forward.

From a distance, Elaine saw the wide-open gate of the old house and the old housekeeper. When the old Cretan man saw Elaine, he forced a smile on his tired face: "Madam said you would be back soon, and she was right." "How is grandma?"

"Still awake."

Elaine walked quickly in front, and as Du Lin followed, he also noticed the solemnity on the middle-aged man's face.

"What's wrong?" Du Lin offered him a cigarette.

The management employee indicated that he didn't smoke and looked at the wall. "That's weird."

"What do you mean?" Du Lin couldn't help but frown when he heard it... Indeed, he could hear the birds singing since the beginning, and the green plants and trees nearby seemed to be growing better than their counterparts along the way.

Now that he had entered the old house, Du Lin saw that the plants in the pots had even bloomed - when he came yesterday, they were just small buds and did not have the conditions to bloom at all.

"The entire mansion seems to have come alive. When I came yesterday, the maids looked very tired. The old lady's aging inevitably affected them. But today they seem much more energetic. This kind of change can't be achieved through drugs, and the Outer Gods can't help humans. What is going on?"

But it was obvious that the guess could not find an answer, so Du Lin could only follow Elaine into her grandmother's room.

The old lady looked much better than yesterday, but when she smiled at Du Lin, Du Lin felt something was wrong - the corpse was moving.

She was already at the end of her life, and it was truly a miracle that she could sit up. I couldn’t understand it, but this was, after all, a world with gods and divine magic.

Yes, she is obviously dead, so why can she still speak?

There is no horror alienation here either.

Du Lin lowered his head and said, "Good morning, Madam. It's great to see you for the last time."

"My granddaughter is really young and hasn't seen the world. She didn't see the problem, but you and Mr. Hake beside you both saw it." The lady smiled. "Today at five o'clock, I met the followers of the God of Death, but the two Mother Gods also came at the same time. I was lucky enough to have the Mother Gods' love and mercy, so I was able to enter the Endless Wilderness. They also gave me time to see Elaine."

"I see. No wonder the entire mansion and all the nearby creatures are coming alive." The middle-aged man named Hake nodded. "Madam, is there anything else you need to arrange?"

"I have something to say to Elaine and Dulin. Please wait outside for a moment, Mr. Harker."

"Okay." Huck turned and left.

Du Lin stood beside Elaine. The girl had already started crying at this time - she also understood what the conversation between her grandmother and Huck meant.

"Don't cry, Elaine. Being able to say goodbye to the younger generation like this is something that many people cannot do, so you should be happy. At least I, your grandma, was not in any pain in the last period of time, I was conscious, and I was able to say goodbye to you. This is better than many people." The old lady reached out and stroked Elaine's face.

Du Lin was silent.

Yes, Du Lin had seen too many regrets in his previous life. Many times, friends could not even say goodbye to each other. Most of the time, there were only memories and sighs.

There is an old song that sings well.

Without a word of goodbye, without a single regret, he left quietly but without a word.

　Song Title: Fate
　　Version 02 of Anita Mui and Leslie Cheung's duet
　　
　
(End of this chapter)