Durin's Diary

Chapter 246 The Dagger Appears
Du Lin once again set foot on the land of Copenhagen.

Because of the previous reconciliation, the students should not have taken to the streets. The death of a count was too far away for them.

But this earl was the secretary of Northernism and had even been pardoned, so the students took to the streets again, cursing the royal family loudly and setting trash cans on fire... uh, this is a bad habit.

But if the young people's unguided way of venting their anger is just to light a trash can on fire instead of burning down a house, then it can only be considered harmless.

This time, even the secret police didn't dare to go out on the streets, and the guys in Building B disappeared.

The royal carriage that Du Lin was riding in was blocked as soon as it entered the street.

Du Lin had no choice but to lean forward and extend his hand.

When they saw Du Lin, the cursing stopped immediately, and these young people whom Du Lin didn't know looked at Du Lin.

"I am Durin, Durin Elsh. My father is Roy Corleone. My brother and sister are accompanying my mother. As a representative, I have been sent by the Eastern Elf Territory to go to Sans Souci Palace to speak with your Majesty. Please make way."

After Du Lin finished speaking, the young people burst into cheers. They gathered on both sides of the carriage and sang northern folk songs.

"Young people in the north all like Count Corleone, because he has always been speaking up for young people and the poor. Not many people are even surprised to know his true identity. Your father is a good man. Even I, Whitebeard, feel extremely sorry for him." Whitebeard sighed while sitting in the carriage, with regret in his eyes.

He didn't lie.

Daju gave the identification report.

"Young people's blood will never cool down. It will only cool down slowly as time goes by." So Du Lin gave the appropriate answer.

"Yes, the blood of young people is either shed on the battlefield or in the streets, but there will always be young people who grow up and see through the world." He sighed and said, "I have said too much, Mr. Du Lin."

"Nothing, if you can understand my father, I have to acknowledge you as a good person."

Having said that, Du Lin looked at the Worry-Free Palace on the other side of the river.

As the news spread, more and more people came.

Du Lin soon saw Peck Nash, a young man with stubble. He and his friends were standing at the entrance of the alley. Noticing Du Lin's gaze looking at him, the young man saluted Du Lin very respectfully.

Du Lin smiled and stretched out his hand to shake hands with the students from the Art Academy who were crowding over.

Rabin reached out, and the half-elf burst into tears: "Durin! You're finally back!"

"Yes, I'm back. Let me tell you, if things go well, I'll still be a student at the Academy of Art." Du Lin said, smiling and patting the face of the half-elf who was about to be pushed away: "Don't worry!"

Finally, the carriage stopped at the bridge head. From here, across the bridge is the Sans Souci Palace. Except for the king's carriage or the elderly who have difficulty walking, everyone who comes has to walk there. The prince heard that it is the same.

So Du Lin got off the car without hesitation, shook hands with the student representatives who rushed up, and stopped at the bridge head.

There are two acquaintances.

Mrs. Salin looked much better, but the sadness in her eyes remained.

She came over and gave Du Lin a hug.

"I will accompany you to meet His Majesty. If necessary, I will protect you at the cost of my life." The lady said this in public.

Whitebeard was a little embarrassed: "Madam..."

"I'm fed up with the red tape of the nobility. I've lived enough. I can't bear to see the children of the Corleone family get hurt again!" She looked at the white-bearded man in front of her angrily.

Durin comforted Mrs. Salin, then looked at the old deer Czerny.

Du Lin's mentor looked a little haggard, but he seemed much better. He looked at Du Lin and said, "I've thought a lot. After your father's sacrifice, I suddenly realized how ridiculous my previous weakness was. I was actually outshined by a child so much younger than me. So when I heard you were here today, I decided to stand before you. Son, we won't leave. Let's settle this matter today. Whoever deserves death will die, and now that the matter is settled, I will continue to teach you at the Art Academy in Copenhagen."

Du Lin nodded. The old man walked in front of Du Lin very firmly.
When they were halfway across the bridge, Du Lin asked out of curiosity, "Teacher, what if we can't reach an agreement?"

"I will die in Wuyou Palace as a northernist," Professor Czerny replied in the language of the steppe elves. "I have lived half my life in dreams, and most of it has been tormented by nightmares. My ideals, my beliefs, and my past have all been the pain of my life. It's time to leave the past behind..."

Having said that, he turned and looked at Du Lin. "Son, I'm really happy to see you standing here. You have musical talent and immense courage. You were able to face that man in Wuyou Palace for your father today. You are truly remarkable."

"My courage comes from evidence." Durin replied with a smile in the language of the grassland elves.

This answer made Professor Czerny's eyes widen, and then he nodded: "Then I'm relieved. Although that person has become very unfamiliar to me, at least he still acknowledges the concept of evidence."

After crossing the bridge, Whitebeard stopped walking and was replaced by a palace guard. He was armed with a gun and led Durin and his party up the stairs.

At the top of the stairs, Durin saw the five princes.

They all had different expressions, but only Prince Locke extended his hand.

"Welcome, Doolin."

"Hello, Your Highness Locke."

Du Lin smiled. As for the other four, if they didn't say hello, Du Lin would not come uninvited.

So what if you are princes? Believe it or not, I will pull out my baby teeth and invite all the dragons in the Western Continent to come to your Wuyou Palace for team building.

Du Lin complained in his heart while lamenting that the number of team members had increased again.

But it’s good that all five of you are here, so Du Lin doesn’t have to worry about anything.

Go up to the second floor and stop in front of the door at the far end of the corridor.

After the inspection, the guard opened the door.

This was the first time Du Lin entered the old man's study.

Through the transparent glass sliding door, Du Lin saw Robert Walter sitting on the balcony.

Perhaps hearing footsteps, he stood up and turned around.

The old man is visibly old and looks a bit emaciated.

He is really old.

Seeing Du Lin and others, he smiled.

"Welcome to my study, Dulin. As for you, Czerny...it's been a long time since we last met."

"Yes, it's been a long time." Professor Czerny said no more.

Durin took two steps forward and said, "Your Majesty, the intelligence department of the Eastern Elven Territory of the Grassland Elves has spent several days successfully tracking a target. We have obtained intelligence that has been passed through the detection of lies, on the premise of forgiving his crimes. Now all clues point to one person."

"Guards, close the door, and all five of you sit down." After making arrangements, the king came to the chair in front of Durin and sat down. "Tell me, Durin, which of my sons is involved in your father's death?"

·An understanding person.

Yes, what a wise man! Du Lin heaved a sigh of relief when he thought so.

At least, Mrs. Salin's prediction seemed to be just her wishful thinking.

(End of this chapter)