Durin's Diary

Chapter 325 People Outside the Story

Du Lin had a good sleep.

All I can say is that Genoa in this world makes people feel like they are living in spring during winter.

Get up, get dressed, and go downstairs.

Xia Li had already prepared a large stack of newspapers for him.

The front page headline of the Farol Revolution Herald: Two films of Seven Hills Holiday, a battle between beautiful illusions and painful memories. On the first day, Mr. Dulin won with a difference of twice the box office!

You see, no one likes suffering, especially when the suffering seems to be happening right next to you. This is what it means to feel sympathy for one's own kind.

Then there was the Roman Baptist Evangelical Newspaper - although the Church of the Noble God was driven out, the newspaper was not affected because it was privately run, and they also changed to another newspaper to lick, and now they are responsible for praising the Original Creator.

I can only say that he is good at adapting to changing circumstances.

Its front-page headline was about what happened outside Farol - Romil van Kliggen was commissioned by the royal family to go to Farol to find the male protagonist of that year. Kliggen found that the royal family decided to pardon both parties, making the beautiful fantasy come true.

Is this even possible? Du Lin couldn't help but burst into tears and squeezed out a tear.

You have changed history, Mr. Du Lin.

If nothing can be changed, both of your lives will be almost over.

Then there is the Genoese Royalist Daily, which, like the Baptist Evangelical Daily, says that as long as you don't oppose Northernism, you can support whatever you want. The Farol royal family has been dead for a hundred years anyway, and you can't dig out a reliable descendant from the sewer.

Its front-page headline is quite interesting - Mr. Du Lin leads the box office battle with twice the box office revenue. Is the beautiful fantasy really better than the real history?

As for the content, he naturally spoke eloquently for a whole page, and finally summarized it with the sentence "What the people like is the true meaning of art."

I have doubled the box office, what the people like, do I need you to say so much to explain?

The editor-in-chief must be trying to defraud the manuscript fee!
This was the only thing Du Lin could think of after reading it.

Next came the Alessano National Liberty, a review written by the eldest son of the Duke of Alessano himself, which praised Durin highly.

Having said that, Duke Alessano's desire to survive has been quite strong recently. When the conflict between Northernism and the Church of the God of Nobility first started, this old man actually secretly pledged 20,000 Farol gold shields.

Secretary Ace originally wanted to eradicate this fence-sitter who was attached to the Church of the God of Nobility as soon as possible, but who would have thought that the grass would lean towards their side and donate so much in one go.

They even took the initiative to expel the Church of the God of Nobility - the reason was that the people of Farol would always be united, and no one in Farol would welcome a two-faced and covenant-breaking person.

So the knife of Northernism was raised, but it could not be swung down. In the end, 20,000 troops turned north at the gate of the Principality of Alessano.

It's also a strange story.

Next came the Sidney Associated papers.

The first one I picked up was the Marseille Daily, and the special commentator on the front page was Pavel Korchagin.

Damn, isn’t this the pseudonym that Dulin gave to Poole? He’s using it now.

Du Lin watched his elder brother praise himself fiercely, calling him the 'flag bearer of romanticism' and the 'guardian of true love', and even saying that Du Lin's ending was adapted too beautifully. Although it was an illusion, it made people yearn for it.

You blush.

Of course, I feel a little embarrassed to offend my brother in this life who is praising me so much.

·If you learn how to use it now, you will be in trouble in the future!

While the doctor and patient were bickering, Dulin flipped through other newspapers. It was all mostly inflated. Even the Paris Times, a staunch supporter of the Crigern family, struck a neutral tone when discussing the bet, stating that in terms of plot, comedies clearly had a higher audience than tragedies; in terms of plausibility, even the goddess of love expressed regret for not having taken the plunge back then; and in terms of box office, Dulin's first-day take was twice that of his opponent, even with one show missing. In short, they couldn't see how Mr. Dulin could lose.

What kind of truth is this?

Du Lin sighed and took the bread and jam that Xia Li had prepared: "Hey, where's Maria?"

"She went to school today. The new semester is about to start. You asked me to register her."

"Oh, yes." Du Lin smiled. "I had completely forgotten about it."

Maria is still young, and she should really be allowed to experience a place like school. In the Northernist school, Du Lin doesn't have to worry about the girl being bullied - both the school principal and the teachers are truly kind people.

After a quick breakfast, Du Lin prepared to go out for a walk to help digest his food.

Before Keren could sit up, she heard someone knocking on the door.

Du Lin came to the door, opened the curtains, and saw Lieutenant Jim and a man with long hair.

It's over.

Du Lin shook his dragon tail with embarrassment and opened the door helplessly.

"Mr. Du Lin, this is a big businessman from Changtang." Lieutenant Jim introduced the Changtang people next to him, then said that he still had patrol missions and left.

The latter looked at Du Lin with reverence and bowed, "I am truly humbled to meet Miss Mo's descendants here."

"How do you know me?" Du Lin was a little curious.

"When you watch a movie, you'll remember the dragon formed by the lines in the opening credits. Everyone in Changtang knows it." At this point, the middle-aged man pulled a small box from his pocket and took out a business card. "My name is Zheng Zhilin, and I'm the owner of a shipping group affiliated with the Changtang Southern Chamber of Commerce. Nice to meet you, Mr. Du Lin."

Du Lin took the business card and looked at it: "You came here today, do you have anything to say?"

"Your family has fallen into decline, and the Mo family is desperate to find any of the sons of Zhulong who are away..."

I seem to have heard this at a certain time and place.

Du Lin felt the same way, and he didn't know whether this home was in Stardew Valley or the end of the old road.

"I'm Durin Elsh, Mr. Zheng. My family is from Lublin, in the Eastern Elven Territory. My grandmother's surname was Mo, and she was from Changtang, no doubt about that, but she passed away early, and I never even met her. My Candle Dragon bloodline was also self-awakened."

At this point, Du Lin sighed, "Mr. Zheng, my only memory of Chang Tang is your fleet coming to trade with the Western Continent. As for my family... I don't even know if my grandmother's surname was her father's or her mother's."

"It's your mother's surname, but your family has been trying to find her and has never given up for so many years." The middle-aged man defended himself.

Du Lin shook his head. "They're not looking for my grandmother, nor me, but the bloodline of the Candle Dragon. Without this dragon vein, neither my grandmother nor I are important, not even worth mentioning." Having said this, Du Lin waved his hand. "Mr. Zheng, if you have no other questions, please go back."

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, then finally nodded. "Well, Mr. Du Lin, if you don't want to go back, I'm not in a position to persuade you." He sighed and said, "Mrs. Lin told me before that the Everburning Nest has a new owner, and the guest in the tower also told me about a young Candle Dragon. Now I think they're talking about you."

Du Lin thought about it and finally spoke: "What do you mean by saying that my family has fallen into decline?"

"Your family is the Zhulong clan of Changtang, but in the past three generations, perhaps due to the mixed bloodline, no Zhulong seed has been born. The only one who awakened later in life, Miss Mo, has arrived in the Western Continent on a merchant fleet, and the whole family is extremely worried."

"If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have done it in the first place." Du Lin repeated in Chang Tang dialect and sighed, "Tell them I won't leave Xilu. Please go back."

After saying that, Du Lin extended his hand to see the guest off.

(End of this chapter)