Durin's Diary

Chapter 272 Lost City
Before dawn of another day, Du Lin opened his eyes to the subtle sound of mechanical processing.

A bed for one person really seems a bit empty.

When he sat up from the bed, Du Lin saw Daju, who was using a robotic arm to process the interface on the table.

"What are you doing?" Du Lin asked.

·Change the USB interface. I don’t know whose version is too low. My data cable socket and the slot of the universal reading plug-in do not match. I finally changed it to a usable one these days. Please help me plug in the data disk.

Du Lin went downstairs and helped install the data disk.

The big orange ball spun around, and then a small lens popped out from the top of the ball, and then a screen was projected onto the wall.

A lot of the internal data was damaged, but there were still a lot of text diaries that could be opened. They were all written by a guy named Charles Mannwaugh.

Daju read the data while projecting the text onto the wall.

Du Lin took a quick look and found that they were all records of the daily life of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child.

Known civilizations have periods of interruption, and historians have a name for these periods of interruption: the Great Collapse.

The severely dilapidated future cities in the black and red zones are clear evidence of this.

There was a long period of blankness in the following history, which Du Lin and Da Ju could understand - who had the time to record history when they were fleeing and hiding every day?

Even if there are one or two sages who record this history, who can guarantee that these things can be passed down?

Wait a minute, I found something new on the outermost disk array.

After saying that, Daju threw the contents onto the wall.

A young man in a tattered windbreaker sat in the ruins, a laser rifle leaning against the wall beside him.

Today, I returned to my hometown, Tallinn. My former home has become a ruin. My childhood and my work are gone forever.

However, I found my childhood diary under the ruins of the house I called my home.

He looked around and breathed a sigh of relief.

Today we came here by boat from New Copenhagen in the west. It was originally an area that had just completed ecological transformation, but we never expected that it would become a place for us unfortunate people to survive.

Several EU department heads on the observation post have entered the submersible and are no longer responding to calls from the surface.

Currently, only Director Sun Guanzhi of the Southern Thailand Union is still working at the observation station. Director Sun calls these alien monsters subspace creatures. They have changed many species on this ecological planet, making them extremely violent.

·In the subspace, are there still evil gods? How could those chess pieces that the stupid British came up with be realized one day?

Damn it! I don’t know how long we can hold out, and Director Sun doesn’t know when the combined fleet will arrive… maybe it will never come.

I have said that the directors of the EU department are ambitious but incompetent, and they always want to do some kind of theology in the ecosystem. Just like what my colleagues in Tainan said, those guys are so reliable that even sows can climb trees.

I left this diary only to tell future generations that we have resisted fate, and success or failure is not something we can decide.

After the young man finished speaking, perhaps he heard something, he responded, then began to pack up while looking at the camera.

·I am Charlie, Charlie Ilyich Ulyanov. If you can see my message, then hello, young man, keep living, there will be hope.

Two different people left different marks on the same hard drive.

The video is over.

Du Lin sighed.

Du Lin, according to the disk read and write records, this video was created approximately 1,500 years ago. 1,500 years ago, how could this thing possibly have a 1,500-year shelf life?

Du Lin was puzzled.

Perhaps it's a stasis field. This pre-civilization artifact can preserve many things and even last for thousands of years as long as there is enough energy.

That’s all I can think of.

Du Lin was just about to ask Daju to check again when he heard the sound of a door opening on the third floor.

Daju immediately put away the things and crawled into Du Lin's palm.

Du Lin opened the curtain and saw Melinda. The rabbit had finally changed back to its original form today, except that its ears seemed bigger and thicker, unlike a rabbit's ears.

"Mr. Du Lin, am I becoming weird?" Melinda asked nervously.

"No, you are as beautiful and cute now as when I first met you." Du Lin said, reaching out and stroking her ears.

It’s super thick and the short hair is also very smooth, so cute, I stroke it a few more times.

Melinda happily relaxed her frown and asked, "So what are we going to do today?"

"Today we are going to two places. One is Florence, where we are going to meet Mr. Romeo. The other is Marseille, where we are also going to meet someone."

Yes, that's right, on the seventeenth day of December, Dulin completed both jobs.

"Okay, I'll go with you." Melinda narrowed her eyes happily. "By the way, where are Xia Li and Maria?"

"They can stay and look after the house," Du Lin replied - the two little girls were taken care of by the neighbors anyway, so there was nothing to worry about.

After Xia Li and Maria got up, Du Lin took them out of the house. Old Mr. Ron finally left with Rabin and the others. The old man was alone at home, and these young people must have been worried.

And it's a good thing that someone can take care of him.

In order to demonstrate his abilities, Durin activated the abilities of the Invisible One this time—he transformed into a deformed form like Melinda.

Mr. Romeo was a little caught off guard by the arrival of the messenger from Turin, but he quickly gathered many of his friends and started the first internal preview.

Many of these friends are members of a small assassin group in Farol. They are independent of the three major organizations and usually Mr. Romeo acts as a neutral person. They also hold a wait-and-see attitude towards the rise of the Triarchal Society.

Moreover, they were not optimistic about Du Lin's film - what could a thirteen-year-old child shoot? He probably didn't even know how to pat his thigh.

Some even dare to say it to your face.

Du Lin didn't care - because it was not wrong for him to have such doubts, after all, Mr. Du Lin didn't come today.

This is the advantage of the Invisible One's incarnation. No one recognized that the deformed rabbit messenger who looked similar to Melinda was Durin.

The story of the first Assassin's Creed is an excerpt from the youngest apprentice who maintained the Triarchy after its split. He worked hard all his life, but could only barely keep the Triarchy running. After the death of his only master, the Triarchy first split, with some families leaving and some families finding the illegitimate son of the Sabbah family and forming the Wasteland Society.

Because the story was a well-known historical event, Du Lin did not make any fabrications.

But in terms of the picture, Du Lin used the most radical 16K picture.

So when these assassins saw the picture for the first time, they found the problem.

Compared to the movies we have now, the movies of the past were so crude that they were no longer worth watching.

Without comparison, there is no harm.

(End of this chapter)