Durin's Diary

Chapter 238 Someone Remembers
Du Lin didn't sleep all night.

Lina, the little female dragon, also did not close her eyes.

She flew out from time to time and flew back from time to time. During the darkest period before dawn, Du Lin could no longer suppress his curiosity and asked why.

"Because I am the strongest. Anta said she took Elaine away, and everyone is busy. Melinda is a stupid girl and she doesn't know how to comfort others, so she asked me to take care of you." Lina sat on the railing of the balcony. Her golden eyes were so conspicuous at night.

"Lina, what kind of person do you think my father is?" Du Lin asked this question.

"Martyr, I just went downstairs and I heard everyone say that."

Lina's answer made Du Lin sit up from the recliner: "Is there anyone downstairs?"

"There are people, quite a few. I heard some of them came as early as four o'clock."

"Let's go downstairs and take a look."

Because Melinda and Tanya were still asleep, Du Lin simply cast the Feather Fall spell and followed Lina down the balcony. When he walked into the hall from the door, Du Lin saw many people, men, women, young and old, all dressed differently, some with patches on their pants, and some neatly dressed.

But everyone stood there, and Du Lin's heart trembled again.

Coming to Madam Lin's side, Du Lin lowered his head and said, "Madam, what are they doing..."

"They are farmers and townspeople from nearby towns and villages, as well as guests from farther away. They heard about Secretary Roy's departure and said it was too far to go to the north, but it would be a good thing to come and see you." Mrs. Lin's answer made Du Lin's breath catch.

He nodded, then looked at the crowd rushing over, feeling at a loss for what to do.

Until an old man shouted to line up.

The men eventually lined up.

The first person to come up was a middle-aged man, well-dressed. He looked at Dulin, picked up Dulin's hand, and gently kissed the ring. "I heard about Secretary Roy's murder. On behalf of the Sicilian people, I extend my most sincere respect to you. Your father was a great man, and your family is a great family. Northernism is proud to have you as a member of our family."

Dulin shook his hand and said, "The Corleone family is only one member of the Northern Movement. There are countless loyal and reliable people like my father on this land. They are the ones who have built the monument of the Northern Movement."

He nodded, hugged Du Lin, then turned and left, sighs fading away.

The second was a lady, her eyes red with makeup. She came up to Dulin, squatted down and hugged him: "I was a classmate of your father. After graduation, I also joined the Northern Movement and returned to my hometown of Catania... I heard about his misfortune and heard that you were here, so I came to see you, child. Thank you for your hard work."

"Thank you, ma'am. You must be very busy and have worked hard." Du Lin expressed his gratitude.

These words made the lady unable to hide her sadness any longer, and she covered her face and walked away.

She loved your father, and this love will be buried with her death.

This is why I say again and again that love that cannot be expressed deserves to die in a burial place.

Du Lin sighed and looked at the third person.

This was a worker, feeling somewhat awkward, as if noticing his incompatibility with the people around him. He stepped forward somewhat uneasily, "I'm a marble quarryman from Sicily. The Northernist commissioner who helped us told us about the secretaries. They're all good people... So, when we heard about Mr. Roy's situation, we were all very angry... Young sir, if you need us, please let us know." "I'll remember your oath, thank you," Du Lin said, extending his hand. "Let's shake hands."

The man wiped his hands awkwardly, and finally shook hands with Du Lin somewhat embarrassedly, then he turned and left as if he was running away.

"Workers are quiet, but their hearts are burning. Please trust their sincerity, young sir." A middle-aged man with half-gray hair, wearing a trench coat and a top hat, approached Du Lin. With red eyes, he extended his hand. "I'm Louis Kane, and Jason is my brother. I'm deeply grateful for everything you and your family have done for Northernism and my brother."

"It's my duty. It's my honor to meet Professor Jason." Looking at the man who bore a 90% resemblance to Professor Jason, Du Lin shook hands solemnly. "And I'm also very happy to be able to help Professor Jason."

"Take care of yourself, kid." He patted Du Lin's arm and turned to leave.

The team began to gradually decrease, and more and more people came and went. They had different identities and backgrounds, but they were unable to go to the north for various reasons, so they could only come to Dulin to express their gratitude.

Until the sunlight illuminated the entire hall through the skylight, the old man at the end of the team walked up. His face was full of wrinkles and his clothes were old and patched.

He was holding a small box. "I'm an elder in our village. In recent years, the village has suffered several attacks from green-skinned orcs. It was the children of the Northernists and the Skitarii who helped us drive those orcs away. I heard those young people call their commander the company commander, and I also heard that the secretary is a much higher official than the company commander. So, we and the people in several nearby villages have pooled some money. It's not much, but we hope it can help you. Everyone in the Great Wasteland has relied on the Northernists and the Skitarii of the Original Creator to have the good life we ​​have today..."

At the end of his speech, the old man put the box into Du Lin's cup, rubbed Du Lin's head, and left with a sad face.

Du Lin held the small box, which was very heavy and must be filled with various coins.

At this moment, a hole finally appeared in Du Lin's heart.

The Bishop of the Twin Mothers, who was watching the ceremony, came over and patted Dulin on the shoulder. Before he could say anything, Dulin handed him the box.

"I'm not short of money, but I have to accept this money. It's a small yet profound gesture from the farmers. I'm accepting it on behalf of my father. I'll donate it to the church..." As he spoke, Durin pulled out his checkbook, wrote five thousand gold pounds on it, and placed it on top of the box. "This is a small gift from Durin Elsh and the Corleone Family. I hope it can help those most in need in the Great Wasteland. My father would certainly want me to do the same."

After saying that, Du Lin sniffed and said, "I'm sorry, sir, I haven't had breakfast yet."

"Wait a moment." The bishop on duty for the Twin Mothers solemnly handed the box to the deacon beside him, then hugged Durin. "Your father is braver and more fearless than any northernist I've ever seen or heard of. Thank you for your hard work, son. May his soul be redeemed."

Du Lin sighed.

Everyone felt that Du Lin was trying hard not to show his sadness.

But only Du Lin himself knew that he was not suppressing his sadness, but he had seen so many tragedies like this that even his tears had dried up long ago.

Yes, Du Lin didn’t understand his father in this life and thought he was a crazy lunatic.

But Dulin understood the sacrifice of an idealist and everything he did for his beliefs.

Therefore, he was willing to take revenge on him.

Now, he is waiting for the real murderer to surface.

A new list requires new names.

(End of this chapter)