Durin's Diary

Chapter 329 Blade Runner 2077
As soon as he went out, Romil heard about Durin's plan and followed him shamelessly.

Considering that he was Reed's cousin and a member of the same clan as the grassland elves, Du Lin felt embarrassed to drive him away.

So I added one more.

"What would you like to eat today?" Du Lin asked

"I'll eat whatever the young master likes." Xia Li was the first to answer.

"I want to go to the nearby Chang Tang Hotel. They have delicious sweet and sour pork there. I've asked around." Foodie Reed said this and looked at Romil: "Have you heard of Moonlight Pavilion?"

"I've heard that the chefs are all from Changtang, and they're awesome." Romil said, looking to the side: "Wait a minute, Oona, why are you here too?"

"My Lord, am I here to listen to thunder? Of course I want to follow Reed to eat delicious food." After the red-skinned girl finished speaking, she hugged Reed's arm with a proud look on her face.

"It's okay, it's just one more mouth to feed." Du Lin said to comfort Romil.

The latter shook his head in embarrassment: "Her mother is a red-skinned Highlander."

"Why, can you have an appetite as big as a giant?" Du Lin asked with a smile.

It's not like Dulin hasn't seen the red-skinned people of the Highlands before. He had seen red-skinned barbarians in Lublin. A meal of them only consisted of a few pounds of meat and two pots of wine. This was just enough for Dulin to eat as much as he wanted.

And how much can a little girl who is almost as tall as Reid eat?

Oh, Romil, you are such a mean person with such a small appetite.

………………

Facts proved that Du Lin was right. The little red-skinned girl only showed off three long-tang meat pies and said she couldn't eat any more.

Although he could eat much more than Du Lin had guessed, it was not that much more.

Durin showed off his fourth meat pie, then drank a few gulps of mead, then looked at Romir and said, "I am Zhulong. Zhulong, you know, I have a dragon's appetite."

"I know. I just felt like I must have been stupid. How could I not have thought of your bloodline? This silly girl's appetite is probably not even half as good as yours, right?"

"One third, but if I really eat until I'm full, I won't need to eat anything for three days." Du Lin reached out and poured him a glass of wine. Then he looked at the three girls who were working together to finish the lamb chops and said, "To be honest, the food in this restaurant is quite good, but after all, we are in the Western Continent, so the taste has changed a bit."

"Have you ever really tasted the original longtang vegetable?"

"of course."

Du Lin thought to himself, I eat more long tang vegetables than you eat salt.

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After a satisfying meal and a few drinks, Durin and Romil discussed the chaos in the Northern Kingdom. "Civil war is definitely coming," Romil's response to the Northern Kingdom's situation was quite insightful.

"Robert Walter is the most ruthless old man I've ever met. He's the last night watchman of the First Commune and the founder of this kingdom. He didn't leave a will because he wanted his children to kill each other. If any of them are truly strong, even if they win, they will become the whetstone of the New Northerner movement in the future... Northernerism is truly terrifying."

Durin shook his head. "Have you ever seen the miserable lives of serfs? Have you ever seen families share a pair of trousers? Have you ever seen the starving corpses piled up like hills on the roads where they fled? Some children are born at the pinnacle, destined to become kings, while others are born serfs, unable to escape this tragic fate. It was the nobles who provided all the soil and fertilizer for the survival of Northernism."

When Du Lin said this, he heard Romil's doubts.

"What about you? You were born the heir to the Duke's throne. What's the difference between you and us?" he asked.

"I am the heir to the Dukedom because of the manipulations of my father and my grandfather. Fate made me the heir to the Dukedom, but I still think that all this should change. The children's talents and their backgrounds cannot be changed, but why can't they measure their destiny and future with their hard work?"

"Does hard work really help? Your bloodline gave you the gift of a sorcerer from birth, and mine gives me the unique characteristics of a grassland elf. What about the children of serfs? How can they compare with us? Their hard work? They're so poor they can't even afford to go to school! They're so hungry they can't even grow tall!"

"But Northernism gives them a chance, a slim chance. Under the banner of Northernism, they can eat their fill, study, and understand who caused their and their ancestors' tragic fate. They will understand why they fight." At this point, Durin looked at Romil. "They never complain. They dare not waste even a single moment of this life."

"Then these peasants will kill us all." There was no smile on Romil's face anymore.

"That's your disagreement with Northernism." Du Lin hadn't said another sentence - if I were the first secretary, I would tell you that revolution is not a dinner party. Revolution is a challenge and struggle launched by one class against another. There is no compromise, no compromise, and only when one side bleeds can it face the end.

"Yes, it's the disagreement between us and Northernism." Romil sighed, "Sometimes I really envy you. You are a grassland elf and a candle dragon. You are transcendental to the human world."

"Do you think living a long life is a good thing?" Du Lin said with a smile. "You should be able to live a long time, perhaps long enough for your nephew to become the new king. Maybe you can even watch him worry about which son to pass the throne to. Then you will understand what I mean."

As you live longer, those rare things in the world will gradually become less rare, and the trick of a brave man turning into a dragon will also become common.

The weakness of the human heart and the distortion of human nature sometimes don’t even take a generation to manifest.

"How old are you?" Romil was a little curious.

"Yes, but Romil, I've seen beauty unimaginable to humans of our time. I've seen space battleships burning beside the Orion constellation. I've watched C-rays gleam in the darkness near the Tannhäuser Gate. I've watched a great sage swaddle himself in a thousand-year-old fallen battle flag... And all these moments I've witnessed will eventually be lost to time, just like tears disappear in the rain."

After saying that, Du Lin walked towards the counter where the boss was.

"Was that a poem just now? What is the Tannhauser Gate? I have never heard of it. And what is Orion?" Romil asked Durin relentlessly.

Du Lin paid the money and turned to look at his fellow tribesman: "The line for the new movie, what a brilliant idea."

“When will it be filmed?”

"Maybe a year later." Du Lin said this and snapped his fingers.

"Maybe a hundred years later." Astrid, Durin's sweetheart, added on his behalf.

(End of this chapter)