Durin's Diary

Chapter 303 The Altered Truth
Feeling the old man's thoughts, Du Lin had to put aside all distractions and began to construct the picture.

The scene quickly changed. Two young men were sitting among the ruins. Under the night sky filled with corpses and blood, they looked at the flames of the burning city in the distance. One of them picked up the burning firewood and lit a wrinkled cigarette for the other.

"Why didn't you take this staff with you?" Young Robert pointed to the blood-stained staff at his peer's feet.

"The old secretary gave it to me. He said the First Commune had come to an end, and history would judge its merits and demerits. He asked me to destroy the scepter so that those who come after us won't have to repeat the same mistakes when reshaping socialism." The peer said this, placing the scepter at his feet next to Robert. "I give it to you."

"Jean, my old friend, I am the one who will be king." Robert smiled and said, "You are ridiculous. How can I explain to those guys if I carry it with me?"

"You are the invisible one. Others may not know it, but how could I not know it? You have been playing the role of a person who does not exist in your body since you were a child. What? Are you scared?" The peer called Rang laughed and coughed.

"...Why are you so fearless of death?" Robert asked.

"The First Commune was founded by my great-grandfather's generation. Now it's going to be destroyed. I feel that someone has to die for the ideals and the ideology." Having said this, Jean took two more puffs of his cigarette and leaned against the stone wall beside him. "Let me tell you, Robert, I actually envy you. You dare to love and hate. Unlike me, I only like Northernism, even if it is tarnished, even if it is no longer glamorous, but I just like it, more than I like girls."

"Stop talking." Robert looked at the flames in the distance.

"I was just about to say that before the old secretary died, he asked me to be the last night watchman. He said that since I like to stay and be buried with this dilapidated First Commune, then I should be the last night watchman..." The head of my peer leaning against the wall gradually drooped.

“Go, Robert, go celebrate your victory…” His peers, exhausted, could no longer raise their heads: “Go, walk into that good night, and don’t disappoint those who come after you…”

Robert looked sad. He threw the almost empty cigarette butt to the ground and stood up.

He was silent for a long time, and finally reached out and took the old staff at his feet.

At this moment, the screen goes black.

Two lines appeared, voiced by His Majesty Robert Walter himself.

Everyone knows that Jean Mayer is dead. The night watchman of the First Commune died on the night the city was broken.

No one knew that Robert Walter had taken over the scepter and was the last night watchman of the First Commune.

"It must be hard to tell the truth you've kept hidden for most of your life." A voice appeared in the study.

Du Lin turned his head and saw a young man standing in the corner. It was the original creator, Anonymous, who had an ordinary appearance but looked very beautiful when he smiled.

The old bear Duterte is completely confused.

Elaine grabbed Du Lin's wrist tightly, she couldn't believe what she saw.

Fisher lowered his head.

Robert turned around and glanced at the Original Creator. "Yes, I'm very happy to tell the truth that I have hidden for most of my life." At this point, Robert wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "I have lied all my life. Now that I am about to die, I can finally tell the truth."

He sighed, picked up his scepter, and after spinning it twice, the mechanism of the old scepter opened, and a shorter scepter appeared.

"Let... my good friend chose a completely different path from mine. He died for the cause, and I lived for the cause. After all these years, I can't forget any of them..."

Robert leaned back in his chair, his cloudy lenses trembling in his sunken eye sockets. "I'm a realist who has abandoned ideals. From the moment I learned about the deeds of the descendants of the Communist Party, which strayed from the sacred precepts, my ideals and myself died. I curse my identity. My grandfather believed he was right to betray his family and stand with the people, but in the end... we were defeated by history."

After saying that, Robert relaxed his frown and looked out the window, as if the night hid too many secrets.

Du Lin thought about it and finally made some changes - this plot was placed at the end of a series of lists as an easter egg.

After the explanation, Robert thought about it and nodded: "Okay."

The Primordial Creator patted Du Lin on the shoulder, then turned and disappeared into the night. Du Lin once again confirmed the playback steps and, with Robert as witness, sealed the magic crystal.

Robert looked at Du Lin and said, "Thank you for your hard work, kid."

Du Lin shook his head. “You should thank yourself for still having hope today.”

"Because I met your brother, I met your sister, and I met so many young people who, after so many years, still believed in the doctrine and believed that there was still conscience and kindness in this world, even though the doctrine was controversial and the word "gay" was stigmatized. I believe you... can accomplish that great goal on our behalf." At this point, Robert withdrew his attention from the screen and looked at Durin. "And isn't it the same for you? You carry your father's ideals on your shoulders. You said you were a child of the Elsh family, but in the end you chose to fight for the Corleone family's dream."

Du Lin used the mage's hand to pick up the fire tongs and add a piece of dry wood to the furnace. He had not only seen it before, but also understood that after seeing the light, the real challenge lies ahead. "I just don't want to see a man's sacrifice go to waste. Besides, victory is only the beginning of everything."

"Yes, and victory hasn't arrived yet." The old man's face was filled with curiosity. "Why are you so pessimistic?"

"Because the past in history books taught me that as long as people's hearts cannot control their greed, the only things that can represent history will always be war, peace and revolution. Your hopes are nothing but bubbles in the face of long history. And after the bubbles are burst, what is presented to everyone is nothing but an Ouroboros without a beginning or an end. History is nothing but the same crop circles as always." After saying that, Du Lin took another sip of black tea. This time, it was not as hot as before.

"But as long as there is one person who believes in Northernism, we have not failed. As long as there is one person who still believes that everyone is equal, the struggle will never end..." At this point, Robert sighed: "Open the wall, Fisher."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The old fish came to the wall and opened the mechanism hidden in the lamppost.

After opening the wall, a group of photos marked with crosses appeared.

Robert looked at Elaine: "After saying so much, what should we do with this child."

Fisher drew the revolver from his waist, walked around the edge of the living room and came behind Elaine, waiting for Robert's order.

"Elaine Sario, I've spent fifty-seven years dealing with most of the family's traitors and their descendants. Now, your grandmother has passed away, and only you, the remnant of the Sario family, remain... I think it's time to end it all." Robert picked up his cigar, took a puff, and waved his hand. "Fisher, don't use the gun. Be gentle with the ladies."

Fisher nodded, put away his gun, and took a small bottle from his pocket.

"Where are the other members of the Sario family?" Elaine asked.

"Because they were involved in the fight between the princes, they were exiled to the North." Robert smiled and said, "Someone in the North will see them off."

Elaine nodded, then turned her gaze to Du Lin.

This time she fell silent, without struggling, just looking at Du Lin so calmly.

Du Lin raised his hand: "She is my woman."

"She looked like a fledgling when she walked in." Robert laughed, but he still raised the hand holding the cigar in order to make a pun.

Fisher took two steps back.

"Yes, she's still a fledgling, but she's still my woman. She could be Elaine Corleone or Elaine Elsh, but she's definitely not the Elaine Sario you're talking about. The girl named Elaine Sario died with her grandmother." Du Lin said this and held out his hand to Elaine: "Elaine...are you willing to be the woman standing behind me?"

This sentence is the most important sentence in the northern proposal ceremony.

As shown in the paintings of the Corleone family heads hanging in the corridors, the women of the Corleone family always stand behind the men who sit down.

Just like the mother standing behind the father with a smile in the portrait.

She will be the scabbard of this family, a lighthouse, and an unstoppable harbor.

(End of this chapter)