Durin's Diary

Chapter 304: Turning My Remains into Fire

"I do." This time, the little bird in front of him finally showed a satisfied smile.

After answering, she stood up and stood behind Du Lin silently.

Fisher glanced at Robert, then finally picked up a pen and drew a cross on the photo of Elaine on the wall.

"Fisher, take the two letters from my bedside table and give them to Dulin and Duterte, then you send them away from Wuyou Palace." Robert said, putting away his smile. "Duterte, if I were you, I would definitely leave the North within two days."

"I know, my goodness, Robert, I always thought we were friends." "That's why I'm not telling you this, you stupid bear. You never keep your mouth shut."

In response to Duterte's question, Robert replied unhappily.

When Fisher came over with the envelope, Du Lin took the envelope and stood up, then stood up and prepared to take his hat from the coat rack next to the sofa.

"Wait a minute, kid."

Robert called out to Dulin, raised his hand, and handed over the old scepter in his hand. "This is the First Secretary's cane. Whoever you give it to will be the heir of the First Commune... I'm too old to hold it anymore, so help me, okay? I don't need you to carry anything. You can give it to Ace or keep it for yourself. I just don't want it to be buried with me."

"I'm not a night watchman, and I don't know how to be a night watchman." Du Lin shook his head.

The old man's face was full of vicissitudes. He looked at Du Lin and said, "I originally wanted to hand it over to your father..."

These words pierced Du Lin's heart. In silence, he walked to the old man, raised his hands flat, bent down, lowered his head, and took the mottled old scepter from the old man with great respect.

"Thank you, child." The old man's face was full of joy. "Come, speak to me, I swear, I will maintain the flame of justice."

"I swear I will keep the flame of justice alive."

"I hold the sword, and I will protect innocent lives."

"I hold the sword, and I will protect innocent lives."

"I will stand vigil, and I will bear witness to the survival of civilization."

"I will stand vigil, and I will bear witness to the survival of civilization."

Du Lin followed the old man and finished the three short oaths.

Then he stood up and looked at the old man. Du Lin placed the staff in front of himself and said, "I will give it to Secretary Ace. Then, I will witness the victory and defeat of Northernism and show you how small and pathetic life and the dream of life are in the face of the tide of history. In my eyes, Northernism is not mature. Maybe it will eventually be swept into the pile of old papers called history along with your generation." "But the ideology still has successors, and there are children like you who are unwilling to see it sink. Over the years, I understand what Jean is thinking. He must have wanted to say at that time that the value of old things like us is no longer in the past. It’s not about winning, but about us coming to this land, taking over the banner from our predecessors, and then successfully passing this immature idea to future generations, without letting the banner fall to the ground, without letting the pearl be covered in dust…” He looked at Du Lin, his cloudy eyes full of expectation: “You said in the movie that a great city wasn’t built overnight. Does that mean that a great idea can’t be matured in a day? As long as the doctrine exists, it will always grow. One day, there will always be successors who will use the remains of our predecessors as fuel to ignite the blaze of the old times…”

After saying so much, the old man took a deep breath, then spoke again, "Perhaps in the distant future, when you are old, you will hand it over to the right person and pass it on. Don't let it sink into oblivion, don't let it fall into the wrong hands... On that day, you must come to my grave and tell me that our descendants have lived up to their era..." By the end of his speech, Robert had curled up, slumped over the chair, staring at the fire with his hands on his chest, as if talking to himself, "Some say that life is like a long night, and that long night will eventually end. My night is about to end, but yours is still very long. Be careful on your journey, young night watchman and scribe."

Du Lin and Elaine, who had already reached the gate, turned their heads and looked at the old man, whose eyes were no longer as sharp as before but still smiled at them.

The girl lifted her skirt and bowed respectfully: "Good night, Your Majesty."

Du Lin didn't know whether she would blame the old man in front of him, but he knew that he would not blame the old man who forced him to take over the scepter, so he raised the scepter in his hand and tapped it lightly on the door frame: "Good morning, old night watchman."

Robert, who had been squinting, opened his eyes again. He was a little weak, but he still grinned like an old child. "This is the farewell I want to hear the most. Go, child, step into this long night, try to light up the night. Civilization should not walk on the rugged night road. Each of us longs for the light that illuminates the night, child... go."

He understood the meaning of Du Lin's words, so he was happy and joyful. He finally raised his dry hand and waved it gently as a farewell.

In Du Lin's eyes, the old man's complete data was once again displayed on the screen.

Robert Watchman Walter.

Hidden One Path, Neutral Faction, Sequence Zero: Prince of Lies (Faction Oath Broken)
Rank: Legend

Status: Dying
Strength: 22-17
Agility: 21-15
Physical fitness: 17-13
Intelligence: 14-3
Perception: 19-13
Charisma: 25
Legends must eventually come to an end, heroes must eventually fade. Robert Walter finally stood at the end of his life. Looking back, whether he regretted it or not, none of us can say. But one thing is clear: this idealistic traitor's work, spent over half a century digging the sewers of the Northern Kingdom, has finally come to fruition. It's not perfect, but nothing in this world is perfect. So, sweet dreams, young Night's Watchman.

Du Lin was the last one to walk out of the side hall. He stretched out his hand and quietly closed the door for the former night watchman of the First Commune in his eyes.

Robert Walter, on the last day of the First Commune's existence, you took over the scepter representing the Commune from the last night watchman of the First Commune.

From then on, you guarded this land, taking on the last mission from the last Night's Watch. You are alone, with no superiors, no colleagues, no subordinates, no support, no backup, and no time limit.

You have spent sixty years purging traitors, suppressing nobles, balancing factions, and protecting the people... Finally, you have grown old, so old that your eyes are cloudy, so old that you no longer have the strength to stand up, and so old that your life is entering its last moments.

Every minute and every second is a true countdown.

Some people say that life is like a night that has an end, and life is like a dream that will end with a wake-up call.

So, good morning, night watchman.

(End of this chapter)