Durin's Diary

Chapter 408 Acting

"How can you take this! Enrique, are you crazy?" An old man from the Engineering College screamed and rushed over.

But the Great Elder was faster, and a shoe flew towards him.

Enrique leaned back to avoid the shoe, then stood up straight again. "What should we do? That kid, Dulin, broke the dragon horn with his own hands. In the next few decades, he'll have horns of all sizes. This is a very shameful thing among dragons. What's the point of you old guys yelling at me for the trouble you caused?"

After saying that, Enrique looked around and said, "Think about it, has he done anything wrong?"

The old guys were silent.

"Look, I ask you questions, and you remain silent." Enrique was tired. He jumped back and sat on the podium. "I can help you make a trip, but the problem is that you have to figure out whether what Dulin did was right or wrong first. I beg you, are prophecies really that important, or do you not even believe in God anymore?"

"Enrique, you have to understand that there are some things you shouldn't say. As for today's incident, I was the one who fanned the flames. I wanted to see if this kid, Durin, would become a stranger to us all because of the overwhelming power he possessed." Having said that, the Great Elder sighed and glanced at his peers from the Artisans' Guild and the Engineering College below. Then he looked at the elders sitting on the stage. "Now you can see, this kid has put down his pride because he wants to uphold justice. I still remember a few years ago when I was on the team rescuing the children and watched him execute members of the Salian family. I've seen how hard that kid's heart is."

"I've seen him compromise a lot over the years. If it were any of the children here, Ronin from the Griffith family, he would have been killed long ago, but he never considered killing him until Juneau crossed Durin's line." The Great Elder sighed. "This child has a kind heart, but he is definitely not someone who can be bullied. Everyone, there has been too much debate. We must make a decision. Don't let differences tear our unity apart. Let's start the roll call vote."

Naturally, the old guys from the Engineering College and the Craftsmen's Association voted for Dulin.

Of the eleven elders, six were still standing on the stage.

However, this time, they chose to compromise. The elder in the lead stood up and said, "I also hope that the prophecy will fail one day, but astrologers are never wrong. They say that Du Lin will one day become the end of all things. I don't need to explain how terrifying it would be if a Zhulong, a ruler, became the enemy of all living things, right?"

"But who can tell what will happen in the future? We, the grassland elves, have never judged a child for a crime that hasn't happened yet. Are you sure you want to do this? Then what's the difference between you and Juneau? Durin is the chosen one chosen by the two mother goddesses themselves... That's enough, Kakato. We are all old. The future elven kingdom needs good children like Durin." Enrique, holding the dragon horn, looked at his old friend on the stage.

"Yes, he's a very good child. He knows when to compromise and when to raise the knife. But it's precisely because of his excellence that I shudder. Have you all forgotten why we grassland elves came to this land?"

"Du Lin is not him." The elder sighed.

"Can we really turn a blind eye to the future, the predicted end?" The red-haired old man finally sighed. "Forget it. Since you have so many people, we've decided not to dwell on this. If you believe in Durin, then at worst we'll die with you. But I'm wondering, this land is so vast, where else can we grassland elves go?"

"But I've always believed that this child, Durin, who has made so many films and written his heart into the stories, will not be the end of the future." Having said this, Enrique looked at the Great Elder: "It seems that the Circle has once again ushered in peace and unity. So I will go to see Durin, but I must be frank. Whoever reveals Durin's prophecy will be killed."

"Don't worry, our interests are aligned in this matter. If you're too busy, I'll help you kill him." Kakato said, then smiled and looked at Yishi: "Yishu, don't cry. You didn't even cry like this when your wife died."

"I should have taken over the dragon horn earlier," Ishi muttered, lowering his hand from covering his face. "Who are you kidding? If Dulin really breaks out, you'll be in tears. Now you're trying to be nice, but you're also trying to trip me up. It's written all over your face, isn't it?"

At this point, Kakato sighed, "It's a pity for Juerno. He was so hard-hearted and wanted to get rid of Durin, but unfortunately he ran into an even more unreasonable kid. He was promoted continuously, a miracle that even that kid couldn't achieve. His death can only be attributed to his inferior skills. Even in the future, who knows who will be able to control your grandson."

Yi Xu drooped his eyes and said, "Don't worry, there are many people who can control my grandson."

"Who?" Kakato looked at him.

"It's just like a prophecy, except it's not a riddle. It'll only take ten years at most. If you live longer, you'll understand." With that, Yi Xu reached out, and the Mage's Hand snatched the dragon horn from its owner. He opened the portal and looked at the shocked crowd. "My grandson, of course I'll be the one to tell them. Why are you so anxious? The beginning of the month is coming up in a few days. Whether it's the Craftsmen's Guild or the Engineering College, I assure you that Du Lin will be waiting for you in his workshop."

"Let me go with you." The old dean of the School of Engineering came over.

"What about me?" Enrique asked.

"Don't go. I'm on combat duty in the east these days. Please help me."

After saying that, Yi Xu led his men into the portal.

Enrique looked at the Great Elder: "Does this count as overtime?"

"You volunteered." The elder said earnestly.

"It's not this month when Ishi is clearly on combat duty! Who knows how long he'll be gone!"

"You volunteered." Kakato, who was leading his people off the stage, chuckled softly.

"You bastards!!" Enrique was filled with rage and was about to commit evil - he jumped up, took off a pair of shoes, and the shoe in his left hand accurately hit the face of the elder who was covering his face and walking away, while the shoe in his right hand hit Kakato's head.

In the history of the grassland elves, unless the grudge involved killing one's head, it could be dealt with with shoes, spit and fists.

(End of this chapter)