Durin's Diary

Chapter 407

Enrique looked at the Ring of Truth in front of him, as if he had returned to his childhood.

At that time, his father was still alive, holding the hand of young Enrique and standing at the entrance of the market.

The clamor in the market at that time seemed to confirm the noise in the circle today - you see, regardless of status, right or wrong, lives can fight for the future path, and can also fight for petty profits.

On the stage, the Great Elder used a small hammer to hit the World Tree Bell on the table twice: "Everyone, please stop making noise."

"Bullshit! Have you elders lost your brains? Du Lin can't come back! Our School of Engineering will move to the Eternal Fortress right now!" An old man in the School of Engineering stood up and cursed.

"This is a ring! What nonsense are you talking about in Sidney Lowland!" An elder stood up and shouted angrily.

"It's enough to curse you in Sidney Whisper!" said the old woman next to him, took off her shoes and threw them onto the podium.

The shoes ignited a fury, and the old men and women from the Engineering College and the Guild of Craftsmen below began to curse at the stage in the most vulgar Sidney Lowbrow.

The elders on the stage did not want to be outdone and cursed back, also using Sidney Lowland - you see, because the grassland elf language sounded too soft, and Sidney Lowland had its own unique way of cursing.

"They asked you to sign your name, so just sign it." Enrique glared at Ixu beside him. This time he really couldn't understand his old friend.

"The last time an elder of the Circle was crushed to death by a junior was over three hundred years ago. That elder later became the great elder. He killed three bastards in his life and protected the territory for seventy-five years." Yi Xu said as he took out the cigarette box given to him by his eldest grandson.

"What are you talking about? I'm talking about something that's in the newspaper. Why are you saying Du Lin is wrong? Let them say whatever they want. Now that you've signed your name, I have to stay away from you. Otherwise, if shoes come flying at me, I won't be able to block you."

After saying that, Enrique moved away.

"A messenger from Lord Durin!"

A guard shouted at the gate.

Enrique turned his head and could no longer sit still.

Because a halfling was holding a satin cushion with a dragon horn on it.

You could hear a pin drop in the whole hall. Those who had just been throwing shoes, or those who picked up the shoes that had been thrown and threw them back, were all silent.

The halfling came to the front of the stage and turned around with a determined look on his face. "As you can see, the messenger of the Triarch has brought a message for the honorable Lord Durin. He asked me to take his dragon horn to the Circle of Truth in the Eastern Elven Territory and deliver it to Elder Ish Elsh. He also told you that if this horn is not enough, then anyone who disagrees can come to Lord Durin at the Everburning Fortress. He is waiting for you, ready to fight to the death with those of you who dislike him!"

After saying this, the little fellow looked at the hundred or so grassland elves in front of him and said, "Who is Elder Ish Elsh? Please accept this dragon horn."

Enrique's eyes were filled with tears - look at what you old guys have done to the kid. What's wrong with him killing someone? Without the Pozzo family's pathological cause, there would be no result of the madness of this kid Turin!

How come you old guys believe in prophecies so much? The prophecy says that the Five Horsemen of the Apocalypse will come, but no one has seen any horsemen so far!

Thinking of this, Enrique took off his shoes - he couldn't bear it anymore, he had to fight today.

Just as the passionate old man was about to rise and roar to unleash a frenzy of battle, a cry suddenly reached his ears. Enrique turned his head and saw that the old man, Ishi, had already burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably. "You guys are forcing me to do this, my poor child. He must have broken his horn himself. I know this is his silent protest against me. I was useless..."

Enrique gasped. "You never cried like this when your two wives died, and you're crying like this when your grandson loses a horn! Did you two do this on purpose?"
So there was no need for Enrique to roar in battle, as the entire Hall of Sages broke out in a fight. The Great Elder, an old man who was trying to smooth things over, tried to persuade them for a few words, but was then knocked to the ground by a shoe that flew from nowhere.

Ish sat there crying his heart out.

Enrique dragged the halfling boy out of the Hall of Sages and took the horn he handed over: "I'm sorry, young man, for letting you see a not-so-dignified page of the Circle Hall of Sages."

"Uh, please don't take it too seriously, sir. Our kids even give apple pie to each other when they fight." The young halfling said this, but he couldn't hide the embarrassment on his face.

"Go back and tell Du Lin that we old guys will take care of this matter. As for the details, we will come over when the time comes."

"Don't fight?"

"hit what."

After Enrique finished speaking, he glanced at his own boy standing in the corner. The latter ran over and took out his wallet as if he was familiar with the place, ready to help his grandfather get rid of the halfling.

But what they didn't expect was that the young halfling flatly refused.

"I am honored to serve Lord Durin, and since he has already paid, I will never accept money from anyone else. Thank you."

After saying this, the halfling bowed his head, then left the corridor and walked towards the outer edge of the circle.

Enrique sighed, then looked at his grandson: "Did you see that?"

"I see, even halflings have backbone. Du Lin... I'm really not as good as him."

"That's why Grandpa is confident in you. You know when to advance and when to retreat, unlike the third son of the Griffith family, who was stuck in a dream until his death. If you want to dream, you must be strong enough. Look at Du Lin. If you break off one of his horns, the old men and women from the Engineering College and the Craftsmen's Guild are all helping him fight. Those mouths and their owners can't do anything to Du Lin. Your Grandpa Yi Xu is taking a step back, and his great grandson Du Lin is joining in the effort. Do you understand?"

"I understand that with a strong enough force, dreams can become reality. Durin must have seen the news in the newspaper and knew that his grandfather had signed his name. But he knew very well that his grandfather must have been forced or even took the initiative to set such a trap. So he broke his dragon horn. Among dragons, breaking a dragon's horn is a great shame, and breaking a dragon's horn by oneself represents a blood feud. Whoever takes it will die. But Durin is very cunning. He told his messenger to give the dragon horn to old Ish. This means that if the matter does not work out, he will break out and start a new family."

"Oh, right. If this happens, the old men and women from the Engineering College and the Craftsmen's Association will stand up to help Du Lin. Du Lin did nothing wrong. If one day you were persecuted like this, he would bring his men to kill the perpetrators of your crime without even Grandpa having to step in..." Old Enrique patted his grandson on the shoulder. "Remember, this is the true grassland elf, your fellow traveler. Grandpa and his generation will eventually grow old. You must unite around him. He is the one who will truly protect every one of your companions."

"Yes, Grandpa, don't worry. When I become the head of the family, the family will definitely follow Du Lin."

"now it's right."

After Enrique finished speaking, he took the dragon horn and walked into the Hall of Sages.

He came to Yi Xu's side and looked at his old friend who was crying: "Are you going to take it or not?"

(End of this chapter)