Durin's Diary

Chapter 230 Chapter 190.5: Roy Corleone

Late at night.

Roy Corleone placed the book in his hand on the coffee table.

The Detective and the Doctor, this is the book written by Du Lin, and this secret is also a fact that he has just learned recently.

Stroking the carved texture of the cover, looking at the night outside the window, I recalled what the character named Sherlock said in the book.

There is a most standard principle in this world, that is, what you do is not important, what is important is that you can make others believe what you have done.

Yes, as a secretary in Copenhagen, Roy Corleone had always remembered his mother's sad face since he could remember. His father died early, so he did not have much feelings for this man. Only the portrait on the wall recorded the fact that this man existed.

What about the Corleone family having seven secretaries, three night watchmen, and one secret keeper... In the eyes of young Roy, these are all old news.

Today's North is the North of the Kingdom, and the masters of the land are no longer farmers and workers, but nobles and kings.

Just as it has been for thousands of years.

When he was young, at the age of fourteen or fifteen, Roy was a dissolute man, and he was like a typical aristocratic boy who had affairs with other girls. Until one day, he came home a little drunk after drinking herbal wine, and saw his mother and the Duke of Ish who had come from afar.

That day, a little girl appeared beside the Duke.

My little girl, Lily, my flower, my pride, my treasure.

This is how the Duke introduced his daughter, his eyes full of fondness and joy.

She was so lovely, with long hair as white as Tang silk, skin as white as snow, and eyes as golden.

Roy felt his heart was broken - Miss Lily in front of him was so cute and so charming.

Roy spent a lot of effort to find out her address, and sent letters again and again in the vain hope of impressing the girl named Lily.

He loved her and was willing to change his bad temper for her and become a good person for her, until one day, Professor Jason gave him a book.

You've changed so much in the past two years that I almost can't recognize you, Roy. I have to admit that the ancestors of the Corleone family would be pleased to see you become like this. This is the book your father left me, and now I'm returning it to you.

Professor Jason showed Roy a different path...a path that led back to the old path that the ancestors of the Corleone family had taken.

On that day, Roy saw for the first time the darkness beneath the nobles' glamorous surface, the pain in the eyes of the people, the hopeless lives of the serfs, and the fact that there were still people who adhered to the creed of Northernism for so many years.

Roy wrote a long letter in insomnia and sent it to his beloved girl again.

He wrote down his doubts, his pain and his confusion.

Anyway, she never replied to the letter, and she certainly never paid attention to the pursuit of a man from thousands of miles away who wrote in the name of book friends. His confusion and regret must have been put aside as before.

Yes, there are too many boys in the Eastern Elf Territory who are better than him.

Then, he received a reply.

I don’t know how to explain your confusion, because I am just a sixteen-year-old girl.

You can write to me about your pain. My mother’s diary said that pain can be alleviated if it is shared with others.

As for your doubts... Dad said, why don't you come to the Eastern Elves to take a look.

On that day, Roy gained a pen pal.

Sometimes he would write to her and tell her stories about Copenhagen.

Sometimes she would write to him and tell him about the legends in Lublin.

Until he was nineteen years old, Roy drove his own hand-modified motorcycle, enduring a bumpy journey, getting lost, the motorcycle breaking down, being repaired, and then breaking down again. He set out in June and arrived in Lublin in September.

It was noon one day. A bearded young man was pushing his motorcycle which had broken down again. He saw the girl basking in the sun in the yard outside the low wall in front of the small manor.

Then he was almost beaten by the housekeeper and servants, thinking he was a human trafficker who wanted to steal a child.

Fortunately, Roy brought her handwritten letter with him, and after listening to his explanation, she finally smiled. I thought you said you were coming to see me by train.

Yes, I was really stupid at that time. It was a journey that could be completed in a week by train, but he drove a motorcycle for more than three months.

But no matter what, it was a perfect September. She took him running in the fields, looking at the starry sky that could not be seen in the big city, and watching the autumn leaves fall.

He carried her on a repaired motorcycle across the plains, and because the motorcycle couldn't outrun the wild boar, he could only stumble back to the town with her in his arms.

In Lublin, Roy discovered that although the farmers outside the Northern Kingdom lived in poverty, they were still free. They were blessed by the Twin Mother Goddesses, and even in times of disaster, they were still cared for by the lords and the church.

Only then did Roy understand why the Southern Legion of the First Commune was so fearless, because if the First Commune failed, these farmers, their children, and their descendants would be slaves for generations.

Because of this, Sir Jean Mayer and his legion chose death, just to allow more people who were still loyal to the cause to escape death, just to be able to make a comeback one day.

Professor Jason chose to personally retrieve the ashes of his adopted son, using his death to expose this injustice to the world.

Once you have tasted freedom, no one will look back.

Because of this, Roy truly understood for the first time what it meant to die for a better tomorrow.

Every innocent person on this earth urgently needs a better tomorrow.

I still remember that it was a starry night when he mustered up the courage to propose to her and she agreed.

So he took her home on a motorcycle, which was a rebellious act. When they got home, it was almost a month later. The Duke of Elsh stood expressionlessly in front of the door of the Corleone mansion, and his mother looked at him worriedly.

It was a snowy day. The girl's father stood in front of the boy, watching his fear and courage.

What do you use to bring happiness to my daughter?

With my whole life.

Roy sighed, his hand on the hilt of his sword.

Some people used to say that Roy Corleone was a rebellious child.

He was right, I was indeed a rebellious child.

Father, I can’t remember what you look like anymore. The portrait of you is too cold and too strange.

But I still remember the motto under your portrait. You said, there are no cowards among the Corleone men.

I also became a father and a husband.

But I am neither a good father nor a good husband. I have failed in my responsibilities and even more so in love.

I am such a selfish person.

I sold my children so I could arm my comrades.

Standing up and pushing open the door, Roy looked at the bloody corridor and the ominous figures in the corridor.

I hurt my lover just because... I wanted a chance to die, a chance to completely destroy the Walter royal family.

He drew his sword.

The person coming is very strong and he can't defeat him.

But he was unwilling to live a mediocre life.

So, from today onwards.

The Corleone family has had a total of eight secretaries, three night watchmen, and one secret keeper.

(End of this chapter)