Durin's Diary

Chapter 302 The Obliterated Truth
Two days later, Dulin took Elaine back to Copenhagen.

Anta originally wanted to come along, but the Mage Tower in Florence happened to have an exchange activity with the Eastern Territory Mage Academy. As a red robe, Anta had an obligation to go to the scene.

Lina was there too, so Dulin asked her to accompany Anta to have some fun.

As for Copenhagen, there are no big problems here.

………………

Coming out of the transmission channel, Du Lin, who had changed into winter clothes, exhaled a breath of white air.

"Why is Copenhagen colder than when I came here last year?" He looked at Duterte beside him.

"Every year is different. This year is not the coldest." Old Bear said this and exhaled a breath of white air.

Taking Du Lin out of the teleportation node, he waved to the car parked on the side of the road.

A car pulled up, and in it was Fisher. He stuck his head out and waved, "You're a little late."

"The transmission node is congested, and I don't know what happened in the central part." Duterte said as he opened the car door.

Du Lin sat in, followed by Elaine. Du Lin reached out to take the box handed to him by Lao Xiong - it contained the movie magic crystal, so be careful not to break it.

From the rearview mirror, it can be seen that Fisher has also grown old. The old fish has wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and his eyes are bloodshot - this is a sign of aging for high-level professionals and extraordinary people.

"Is His Majesty Robert okay?" Du Lin asked.

"Old." Just one short word, but it seemed to tell a piece of history.

After Duterte got in the car from the other side, Fisher started the car.

When crossing the bridge to Wuyou Palace, Du Lin saw the gap on the bridge pier and asked: "Why is the bridge broken?"

"It was caused by a fight between princes."

Fisher's answer stunned Du Lin. Wow, the conflict has become public.

Although I don’t know which two princes they are, I think it will be in the next two days.

This family is really getting more and more hopeful as we eat more melons.

After crossing the bridge and stopping in front of the Sanssouci Palace for inspection, Fisher drove Robert's car to the steps of the Sanssouci Palace.

This was arranged by Robert himself to pick up the two big directors, otherwise they would have to start from the other side of the bridge.

Walking up the stairs, Du Lin and Duter followed Lao Yu to another large study on the third floor.

A guard pushed open the door and the three of them walked in after being checked.

Robert sat in front of the campfire, his hair looked a little sparse and his eyes were cloudy.

Seeing the people coming, he smiled and said, "Duter, my old friend, and you, Dulin, good boy, you are all here."

Du Lin put the box in his hand on the table beside him, and then walked up to the old man in front of him.

Robert Walter is really old.

"I feel very sorry for your father. I thought that once I signed the pardon order, he would be able to leave safely."

He didn't lie, he felt very sorry.

Since Daju said so, Du Lin could only lower his head and accept his caress on the head.

"Everything is over, the sinners have been punished, and we have filmed and repaired the movie you wanted. Can you take a look at it?" Du Lin asked.

Robert smiled and nodded.

Fisher drew the curtains, Dulin set up the screen, and Duterte placed the projector on the table. "This part is wrong, it needs to be corrected." Soon, Old Robert called a halt, stopped the projector, and Dulin put on the imaging device. Following the old man's advice, he completed the image corrections—actually, some errors that even Secretary Sola and Secretary Ace hadn't remembered or seen.

The plot quickly progressed to the end of the battle on the embankment. Old Robert shook his head again: "I didn't say that. I was sitting next to the sandbags at the time, and the person lying at my feet was my childhood neighbor. He was a Northernist and died there."

"Your Majesty, your speech on the embankment was requested by the princes."

"I never said that. I can cheat fate, but I can't cheat history." Old Robert said this and looked at Duterte: "I can give you a written certificate. Your film was modified according to my opinions."

There is no way around this. The sky is the biggest, the earth is the second biggest, and the owner of this palace is the third biggest.

Du Lin had to modify the picture according to old Robert's instructions.

"I was crying at that time because I saw too many childhood friends lying on the ground along the way. From that day on, I understood what Jean said. He said that I was on a path of no return." At this point, His Majesty Robert sighed.

The plot was stopped and started, and revised. Finally, when it reached the Wailing Wall, Robert called a halt again.

This time, he pointed to the door and said, "Fisher, go outside and have the guards retreat outside the sound barrier."

Although puzzled, Durin still watched Fisher go out the door. From where he stood, he could see the guards entering and saluting their Majesty.

"Go ahead. Don't come here without my call."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The guards stepped back.

Fisher closed the door and as he returned the same way, he took the old scepter from the wall and handed it to Robert.

Robert looked at Duterte and said, "Your script is very interesting. Others have praised my greatness in their novels, music, and movies, but you have written a story about people struggling for survival in that muddy early spring. This is the real war."

"A large part of the plot was written by this kid named Dulin, and he wrote it very well," Duterte answered truthfully.

Robert placed his cigar on an ashtray on the table. "I should have known this long ago. The youngest son of the Corleone family and his wife showed me the loyalty of the younger generation of idealists, while you, Dulin, showed me the cunning of the new generation of idealists. You have learned all the knowledge that idealists must learn. This is very good."

Du Lin took a sip of the black tea in his cup and felt it was a little hot. "So, my lord, what do you think of the story I wrote about you and Jean Mayer?"

"Very good." The old man nodded: "But not good." At this point, the old man sighed: "Child, take a lie detection photo for me."

Du Lin didn't know what the old man wanted to do, but he listened to him and put the lie detection function on him.

"Because I want to tell you a true history. This history is not a pseudo-scripture written in a book. The last time I spoke to Jean, there was no scene where I pointed a gun at him."

Then Du Lin saw the picture begin to fluctuate.

Damn it! This old guy has completed the link with you! He is using your imaging device to modify the image!

His mind does not lie! I repeat! It does not lie!

Big Orange screamed.

Du Lin looked at the old man in front of him, because at this moment, what appeared before Du Lin was another living Robert Walter.

Robert Watchman Walter.

Hidden Ones Path, Chaos Faction, Sequence Zero: Prince of Lies.

Status: Old
Strength: 22-12
Agility: 21-8
Physical fitness: 17-7
Intelligence: 14
Perception: 19-6
Charisma: 25
"I, Robert Walter, of the Hidden Ones Path, the Chaos Faction, Sequence Zero: Prince of Lies, have lived my entire life wearing a mask, peeping at the happiness of others. Only recently have I bravely stood in the sunlight. Do you think I've let go of my worries? No, I'm simply nearing death."

In Du Lin's eyes, the old man sat up straight.

"I was commissioned by Jean Meyer to serve as the night watchman of the First Commune since the day the city fell. It has been sixty years now."

A big circle appeared under his feet.

(End of this chapter)