Durin's Diary

Chapter 212 Everything in the past is like a long flowing river
After comforting Mrs. Salin, Dulin walked out of her garden.

She is old after all. Like Rowling, wrinkles cover her hands and her eyes are a little cloudy. She must have more than just these two gunshot wounds on her body. In order to leave her magic to those who need it more, she chose to use ointment to fight against fate. She is an amazing woman.

Daju gave Mrs. Salin a very high evaluation.

Du Lin nodded.

The first time, he asked Daju: "Do you think this vendetta will ever come to an end, Daju?"

"You should understand it better than me, right? The answer is already in your heart, so why are you asking me?" Daju asked back.

Yes, I have the answer myself. From the day Professor Jason died, the hatred between Northernism and the Northern Kingdom will never be resolved. Northernism will never believe in the Northern Royal Family that has betrayed its oath, and the successors of the royal family will never regard Northernism and its believers as the same kind.

Just as Du Lin himself said, the only option is to kill.

Thinking of this, Du Lin knocked on the dormitory door. The chaotic sound of piano woke up the room. Professor Czerny, who looked a little haggard, opened the door. Seeing Du Lin, he was a little angry: "Why are you back! You kid!"

"Elaine's grandmother passed away, and I accompanied Elaine to see her off for the last time." Du Lin replied calmly.

Durin's explanation left the old deer silent for a moment. Finally, he wiped his face and said, "I'm sorry, kid. I've been so overwhelmed by what's been happening in Copenhagen lately. You really should have come back in this matter."

He apologized a little frustrated.

"It's okay, I heard you playing the piano and you were very angry." Du Lin didn't need an apology, he asked his mentor with a smile.

"Yes, I'm very angry... Child, accompany me for a walk." After saying this, the old deer took his coat from the rack at the door and put it on.

So Du Lin followed his mentor, walked all the way, and finally came to the canal.

He was looking at the canal in his coat, and suddenly pointed to the isolated island in the center of the river: "Do you see that island?"

"I see." Du Lin nodded.

"When we were young, we classmates would often cross the ice to go there. We would bring snacks and sit there to enjoy the winter sunshine." At this point, Lao Lu fell silent again and sat on a bench. "You should know that I am from that era."

"I know. I saw you and many others in the old photos on the wall of my grandfather's house."

Du Lin stood by the shore, watching the young students and the dark-skinned men fighting on the other side. He turned to Czerny and said, "Teacher, what do you think of the current situation?"

At this point, Professor Czerny sighed and said, "My child, when things here are over, you should leave Copenhagen. I have decided that I will take my last students with me and leave Copenhagen and return to Sidney. I will wait for you at the Sidney Academy of Art.

Having said that, he stood up and looked towards the other side of the river with a look of horror.

Du Lin also turned around and saw the black guys lining up to enter the venue.

I have often read such stories and known such scenery in history, but I have to admit that seeing it with my own eyes is far more shocking than learning about it from books.

Big Orange lamented. Meanwhile, Professor Czerny grabbed Dulin's arm and said, "Let's go! Those black guys won't tolerate witnesses to such a thing."

Du Lin looked at his mentor, who was crying.

But he was as hard as stone and pulled Du Lin away from the scene. He didn't sit on the stairs until they returned to his dormitory.

This time, he cried silently.

"Your Mightiness……"

"Remember, Durin, this is a sea of ​​blood, this is a bitter road. You are a grassland elf, you are a fantasy species, you should not throw yourself into this sea of ​​suffering." Mentor Czerny stared at Durin and said.

Du Lin shook his head. "I have a good friend named Fabien. He believes in Northernism and thinks its doctrines are similar to those of the Original Creator..."

Du Lin thought of Fabien again. If he were still alive, what would he think about what happened today?

"Young idealists tend to embellish everything they see. If you think I'm lying, go to the Principality of Farol and see for yourself, child." At this point, Professor Czerny put his hands to his forehead. "If I had known that the change Senior Walter was talking about would lead to such a terrifying future, I should have shot him dead."

"……tutor……"

"I know it's all too late. Fate gave me a chance, but I didn't cherish it. But my child, you must remember this: don't step into this sea of ​​blood, don't walk this bitter road again. You don't deserve to suffer like this."

Du Lin nodded: "I know."

I know that if I don't give this answer today, you will never let me go.

·War trauma syndrome. For a person like him to be able to survive until now, his will is really very strong. Is it music that gives him such strength?

Du Lin didn't know, nor did he want to know, and he finally said goodbye to his mentor.

"Remember, I will bring your fellow apprentices back to Sidney as soon as possible, and you should come too."

After saying this, Czerny turned around and walked into his little house.

The piano sounded again, but this time there was a hint of sadness.

Durin sighed in silence, because he knew that he had to find a way out for his brother and mother - to leave Copenhagen and keep his family away from danger.

Even if they are ready to die.

At least for the sake of Du Lin's unborn brother, he should stay away from this endless impact.

What to do, Du Lin.

(End of this chapter)