Durin's Diary

Chapter 289 Adulthood
As the protagonist of the coming-of-age ceremony, Du Lin drank a lot of wine, so much so that he was a little drunk in the end.

This body is still too weak, or perhaps the grassland elves really have no resistance to alcohol.

After seeing off the guests, when Old Ish was about to leave, the old man called Du Lin aside.

"Czerny said he wanted to give you his ring. Do you know what this means?" Du Lin shook his head.

"Czerny's family was completely wiped out in the war that decided the ownership of Copenhagen. His father, mother, brothers, and sisters all died. He never married in his life. He feared war and hated the Northernism of the past. Until a few days ago, he contacted me and said he wanted to give you his estate and property."

Having said that, Old Ish blinked and looked at the street outside the yard.

"Any requests?" Du Lin asked.

"He said no. His family gave everything for the First Northernism, and he saw a new spark of Northernism in you and your father. He said he didn't know how long such a spark could burn, but he wanted to help the younger generation of children. The old Northernism is dead, but you carry the new future on your shoulders..." There was some sadness in Old Yixing's eyes as he watched Czerny being helped up the carriage drunk.

The tutor said he had to leave no matter what and said he wanted to stay at a local student's home for one night.

"It was you, Poole, Yelena, and your father who gave him that impression." Old Ish reached out and patted Dulin on the shoulder. "Don't let him down. Learn his skills. It will be a good thing if the Elsh family can also produce a music master in the future."

Du Lin nodded.

"Don't worry, I will take good care of your estate." Speaking of this, Du Lin was a little puzzled: "The teacher is not really old, I am very surprised."

"He said he has unfinished tasks to complete. I know what he is thinking, and I believe you can guess what he is going to do. Don't stop him, okay." Yi Xu looked at his grandson.

"Will you lose two more friends?" Du Lin asked.

In response to Durin's question, Old Ish nodded expressionlessly. "I also believed in Northernism, but then I discovered that human desires are too complex. At that time, everyone joined the Northernism team for different reasons, and the team was no longer as pure as it was a hundred years ago. Jean Mayer could only use his death and the death of his legion to exchange for the rebirth of Northernism, allowing those who still wanted to believe in all this to go to Farol's south. But he asked me to leave Copenhagen and return to Lublin to inherit the title. I still remember him. He said that the doctrine needs you to become a duke and serve for the comeback of the doctrine one day in the future... He was right. I waited for the day he said. When Roy, that fool, took my daughter away, I realized that people had picked up Northernism again, and Robert also understood how big a mistake he had made. It's a pity that the mistakes can't be undone."

"So, blood will flow again, life will have to be sacrificed again, and only the god of death will laugh at the side." Du Lin understood all this.

"I used to have many friends, but they either died on the battlefield or disappeared from the world. Now there are fewer and fewer of them. Even Saleen left me... And even if I stopped them, what would it matter? They would eventually die before me, and I would eventually lose all my friends. So, the best thing for me is that they can live their last journey without regrets." At this point, Dulin's grandfather lit a cigarette. As the firework flickered, he looked at Dulin and said, "Your brother will be leaving for Marseille soon. He will become Secretary Draco Francis's recorder."

"Didn't Yuanhuan plan to let him be in charge of the transaction?" Du Lin felt strange.

"He volunteered to go to Marseille, and his friends went with him. These New Age Northernists are just like you, with a murderous streak. Your sister Yelena will be in charge of the subsequent transactions." At this point, the old man sighed heavily. "None of you three kids give me peace of mind. You'll have to go back to Lublin for half a month after three months, no matter what."

"Okay, why." After agreeing, Du Lin asked again.

"Your mother's due date will mean your brother and sister will not be in Lublin. I have to call you back. Can you come back?" Old Ish asked finally.

"I will definitely come back. Even if someone is waiting for me to kill him, I will come back first and wait until I see my brother or sister is born before I kill that person." After saying that, Du Lin smiled.

"Just say this, I believe you." After saying that, Old Ish opened the transmission channel and walked in.

Du Lin sighed softly.

This family really doesn't treat me as an outsider.

Yes, I am wondering, are people in this era really so fearless of death?

Daju asked in confusion.

Think about the history of Earth civilization. So many people have died for a pure belief.

Look at this land again, where the gods can even answer your prayers, and you'll understand why some people are not afraid of death. Because death, because of sacrifice... a believer can truly enter the Kingdom of God.

It’s my problem.

Daju sighed and said nothing more.

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Du Lin returned to the hall and sat next to Anta. The girl clearly felt that Du Lin was abnormal, but she instinctively thought that Du Lin must be drunk: "Are you okay?"

The girl lowered her head and asked.

Du Lin shook his head and burped.

"What about the rest."

"Everyone go back to your room and sleep. I'll share a room with you."

At this point, Anta noticed the sadness on Dulin's face. Puzzled, she reached out and comforted Dulin with her arms, while jokingly warning him, "Don't spit on me."

Du Lin put his arm around Anta's waist and said, "My mistake. I forgot you are older than me. In fact, today is also your coming-of-age ceremony."

After saying that, Du Lin stood up and wanted to go back to his room.

"I can go back to Lublin and do it again. You are different. I can see that you want to travel all over this land and stay away from disputes, right?" Following Dulin, Anta used her self-righteousness to make Dulin cry.

Yes, I want to stay away from disputes. It's not easy to live again. Du Lin really doesn't want to be like in his previous life, accompanied by killing and death all day long. But fate has never pitied anyone. That land is the same as this land. Desires and struggles are endless. Enemies and friends are always endless.

I must stand up and fight for my conscience, even if it doesn't apply to anyone else.

I must stand up and wield the sword in my hand, just to prevent the butcher's knife from falling on those children.

I must stand up because I cannot bear to see children shedding their blood for this land. They are too young and too naive to understand that in the adult world, there is nothing that cannot be compromised.

This land is far more insane and terrifying than Durin's previous world.

"Why are you crying?" After entering the room, Anta was full of doubts. She looked at Du Lin until tears as big as beans gathered in the corners of her eyes: "If I could also read your heart, I would know why you are crying, then I could do my best to comfort you."

Du Lin was stunned for a moment, then reached out and hugged the girl in front of him tightly.

"We are too weak for this land..."

Anta chose to hug Dulin tightly in silence.

She had no psychic powers and didn't know what had happened to the ally in her arms, but her instinct told her to hold Dulin tight.

Children who grow up act like adults.

Awkward hugs, clumsy kisses.

Awkwardly sharing the same breath, clumsily sharing the same fate.

(End of this chapter)