Durin's Diary

Chapter 229 Rumors
Well, fame brings trouble, Du Lin admitted it and looked at his brother: "Pool, did you introduce him?"

"No, that's what I thought, but I felt that if I came alone, you might not trust me, young master, so I asked the Corleone Family for help. I thought it would be Miss Yelena who came, but I didn't expect Mr. Poole to come in person."

"My sister is taking care of mother. I was free in the East, so I came here." Poole stopped arranging the stakes and sat down next to Dulin. "Mr. Ace, do we look like brothers?"

"Except for the swirling hair and eye color, they're incredibly similar." The middle-aged man smiled and exclaimed, "Mr. Du Lin, what do you think of my request?"

At this point, he patted his thigh again: "I forgot about the reward..." "I can do without the reward, but I want to know, Mr. Ace, what position you hold in Northernism." Du Lin said here and glanced at his brother.

Poole's face was a little surprised, but nothing unusual.

"Does this have anything to do with not asking for compensation?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Yes." Du Lin nodded with a smile.

"...Well, I'm Es Meyer, Second Secretary of Northernism, also known as the Oath Keeper."

"Where is the first secretary?" Du Lin asked.

"It has been vacant for a long time because the cane representing the identity of the First Secretary of Northernism has never been found. This is a regret for us Northernists." Having said that, the middle-aged man sighed and looked at Du Lin again.

Didn't lie.

Daju made a conclusion.

Du Lin nodded. Since you didn't lie, Du Lin didn't have to worry about his brother being deceived. "Since you can be so honest, then we have a basis for cooperation. What are you planning to shoot, a short film or a movie?"

"Short films, like the Twin Mothers, can be put on before a movie." Speaking of this, the Second Secretary became interested. "Mr. Durin's short films are full of artistry, and their quality far exceeds the junk movies currently circulating in the Principality of Farol. But the public likes to watch them, which proves that these junk movies are still movies, not junk. We Northernists are to blame for this. After all, we, the roughnecks, really don't know how to make movies. We can't present the Northernists' most beautiful vision to the people who believe in us. So, we can only ask you, Master Durin."

You know what, just these few words of his made Durin feel favorable towards Northernism and the Second Secretary.

"Since you've said that, I'll be honest. I've just started production on a film about the Trinity. I only have two prototype clips so far. Plus, the Primordial Creator has a short film that needs to go into production in six months." Du Lin smiled and reassured the Second Secretary, "But don't worry. I'll definitely produce it for you once I've accepted your request."

"That's great. We in Southern Farol are very familiar with the Triarch Order. We even have some assassins from the Court of Assassins and the Crimson Order among our ranks. Because of the future we portrayed and our vision of serving the good and innocent, they left their organizations and serve us incognito."

Du Lin nodded. "That's great, sir. I'd like to know if there's anything you need regarding the short film, or what kind of picture does Northernism want to present to its audience?"

This question seemed to stump the second secretary.

So Du Lin smiled and didn't care: "How about this, I have to finish the storyboard of the movie in the next few days. After that, I will go to the area controlled by Northernism to see it with my own eyes and ask in person, okay."

"That's great! You can come in person. What you see will surely be much better than what we, the uncouth, can describe. I may not be free then, but I believe that with Comrade Poole accompanying you, it will be no problem."

Du Lin nodded, stood up and shook hands with the middle-aged man who also stood up.

After sending them downstairs, while waiting for the elevator, Du Lin looked at his brother in this life.

There was a scar on his face. He had never asked before, but now Du Lin couldn't help but ask: "What's the matter with the scar on his face?"

"Do you remember the young woman with dark hair?"

"Remember, tell me."

"She is considered my senior sister. We both studied under Professor Jason." "Hasn't she been developed?"

Speaking of this, Du Lin was very curious. Professor Jason could even develop the children of nobles into members of the Northern Movement. There was no reason for that.

"She has a childhood sweetheart." Poole's answer was just one sentence.

But it was as if there were ten thousand words, and Du Lin, who understood it in an instant, fell silent.

So that's how it is. She had a childhood sweetheart who later became a secret police officer, and she married him.

Then, he and she had a child, but he never expected that the happy family was like the moon in the water in the mirror, cold and fragile.

The one who came with murderous intentions was her junior fellow apprentice, and her neighbor was willing to die for the sake of this small family.

This is just the sad side of this cruel era.

No one was wrong, but everyone died or lived with regret for the rest of their lives.

"So, did you go to see her again?" Du Lin asked.

"If I didn't go see her, I wouldn't have known I'd be able to live with myself for the rest of my life. So I went back and told her the whole story. In the end, she left a scar on my face and told me to get lost..." Poole sighed and looked out at the sea in the distance. "New news came today. The Corleone Family will never return to Copenhagen. The old king announced our exile as part of an amnesty for important members of the Northern Movement in exchange for a new period of peace."

"What about the two princes?" Du Lin opened the cigarette box and gave him a cigarette: "Herbal cigarette, not harmful to the lungs."

"Thanks." Poole took the cigarette. "I don't know. My father has already left for the Eastern Elven Territory. He's very stubborn and insists on taking the train."

He wanted to say something more, but the elevator came up, and Poole had to say goodbye to Dulin and then got on the elevator with Mr. Ace.

Du Lin watched them leave.

Your cheap old father is so heartless. If those two princes wanted to kill him, how could he escape on the train?

Daju analyzed.

Daju, if my adopted father wanted someone to kill him, my brother obviously knew something about it, but he didn't tell anyone else. Even Mr. Ace was probably kept in the dark.

Du Lin asked back with a serious expression.

No way.

After Daju finished speaking, he was silent for a while, then he made a "Pooh" sound.

·This is the kind of person I hate the most. Dark military tactics, you should sacrifice your head, right?
Professor Jason used himself as bait, aiming to turn the tables.

His father's dark military strategy mainly involved a young man offering his head.

Treat all living beings in the world as a trap, and your own life as a child, sacrificing yourself for the sake of all living beings... If someone falls into the trap, the Northerners will win in this world.

(End of this chapter)