Durin's Diary

Chapter 347 Shadow of the Past

At this time, Dühring was standing at the door of his mentor Czerny's house.

The old tall-hoofed man’s house has a big door - this is a common problem among the tall-hoofed breed. These guys have big horns on their heads, and they may get caught in the door that ordinary people can pass through if they are not careful.

So in their house, the doors are all double-leaf, with one door prominently opening.

"Please come in, young master. The master is chatting with his friends." The old butler must have seen Du Lin's photo a long time ago. When he saw Du Lin, he immediately opened the door for him.

Du Lin brought his girls into the house.

Honestly, the interior is quite nice.

There was another painting that caught Du Lin's attention.

The protagonist in this painting is an old Gaoti. He is wearing a dark green military uniform with many medals hanging on his chest. One of them is recognized by Du Lin - the First Commune First Class Combat Medal.

The problem with this medal is not that it is rare. On the contrary, it is the most numerous medal in existence in the First Commune. The only problem is... there are very few people who can wear it on their chests while still alive.

It is said that during the entire existence of the First Commune, there were less than ten people who received the award while still alive.

Professor Czerny's ancestors were also quite awesome.

With this thought in mind, Du Lin met all kinds of people in the garden behind.

Watching his mentor and his five peers drinking and chatting from afar, Du Lin sighed for no reason.

"Master, the young master is here." The butler walked over and said in a low voice.

"Come, let me introduce you to my last disciple, someone I can trust with my family, Durin Elsh."

"Young legend, Lord of Elsh, you have so many titles to call you, Mr. Durin, it's really a pleasure to meet you." The aristocratic old man smiled and patted Durin's arm.

"It's a good thing that Czerny found you as his successor. We think you are a good kid who can accomplish great things." The bald human gentleman smiled and patted Durin's arm.

Several old men expressed encouragement to Du Lin. Finally, Old Ganei looked at Du Lin and said, "I heard that you and Ron were neighbors in Copenhagen?"

"Yes." Du Lin nodded.

"He and his wife are okay. We haven't seen them for a long time."

"Yeah, after all, we are the unwelcome ones." Another Ganai sighed with a smile.

The Gannet that Ron asked about had a pair of upright dog ears, while the Gannet that sighed had drooping ears.

This is biological hell. I've seen no fewer than eleven different types of Ganai, ranging from small dogs to large dogs.

Daju sighed.

Du Lin shook his head: "Mrs. Ron has passed away, and now Mr. Ron is being cared for by his young nephew's friends."

Du Lin would not reveal Rabin's name.

The elders sighed one after another, and finally, Czerny slapped the table and said, "How about this? When I return to Copenhagen, I've told Sean, the dean of the Academy of Arts, that I'll retire in two years. Then I'll go see Ron for everyone."

"My house over there is still rented. You can go check it out, mentor. Maybe someone else would like to use it." Before leaving, Du Lin had indeed asked Higgins to give the key to Rabin. He didn't know if he had found him. It was understandable that he couldn't find him. After all, Du Lin had no idea where Rabin was, and he didn't want to ask anyone to look for him.

Who knows what great things he has done during the days when Du Lin was away.

………………

at the same time.

Copenhagen Cemetery.

Rabin Giskes stands at the grave of his friend.

The dwarves from Silver Peak Mountain are removing the tombstones. They are preparing to move Tony's family back to the family cemetery in Silver Peak Mountain.

"Mr. Rabin, thank you for taking care of Tony's family all this time. Their tombstones are very clean."

"Actually, the one who did the most work was Doolin Elsh. I just came to wipe it off. He helped with all the other things in the cemetery."

"Silver Peak Mountain will never be able to repay the Elsh family's kindness. We've already sent a messenger to Mr. Durin to inform him of Tony's family's removal." The old dwarf in charge sighed as he looked at the exhumed urn. "Young man, if you have somewhere to go, leave quickly. The Northern Kingdom is becoming increasingly dangerous."

"...What do you mean?"

"...because the serfs have begun to riot. Several southern provinces also started rioting yesterday. The harvests have been poor over the past two years, and the human nobles have been exploiting them at every level. Some serfs, unable to survive, have even fled to Silver Peak Mountain. Those poor souls who begged us not to return them to their lords are truly pitiful. They generally weigh less than a normal human. Our elders, not wanting to break the agreement with the humans, returned a group of serfs, but they were dragged to death by the nobles behind their horses. Even the children were spared..."

At this point, the old dwarf drew the holy emblem of the dwarven god on his chest: "The elder announced on the day he returned that he would go to the front line of the Great Wasteland to fight a war of atonement."

"It's not the elder's fault that he doesn't understand the horrors of the human world." Rabin lowered his head and watched the urn belonging to his old friend being carefully loaded onto the cart.

"But it's an indisputable fact that so many people died because of his persistence." The old dwarf sighed and said, "So young man, before the ship sinks, go. Humans have so many kingdoms, whether it's Farol, Savoy, or Sidney, they are all better than staying here."

"But this is my home, sir, and I'm not the head of the family." Rabin said this and saluted the old dwarf. "But thank you for your reminder. If things really come to that, I believe my family should be able to make a choice that is beneficial to the family."

"Is that so? That's indeed not something you can handle, but in that case, please take care of yourself. Remember, don't go near South River Avenue in the next few days. Don't ask why, and don't tell anyone. Don't bring shame to the credibility and reputation of the dwarf race." After saying that, the old dwarf patted Rabin on the shoulder and left with his compatriots.

Rabin arrived outside the cemetery. A carriage drove over. As the door opened, Peck Nash sat in the carriage. "Old Anvil said it after all, right?"

"Yes, he didn't know that I was a Northernist, but he still told me not to let me get close to South River Avenue." Rabin said this and got into the carriage.

Peck Nash looked at the newspaper in his hand. "The old dwarf thinks you're good. To prevent you from losing your life in vain, he's even willing to take the risk of reminding you."

"Yes, he recognized my goodness, but he never thought about who I am." Having said that, Rabin took out a cigarette.

As Du Lin said, it doesn’t matter whether others say you are right or not. What matters is that you feel that you have done nothing wrong.

Yes, in this world, how many people can have a clear conscience?

I'm afraid it's only one in ten thousand.

　I've been doing two updates in the past two days, and my stomach is not feeling well...

　　Let me sort out my damn stomach...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)