Durin's Diary

Chapter 427 New Year
Du Lin gave the novel that warmed up the new movie a very vulgar name called "Leon the Killer".

"It's too vulgar, Du Lin, can't you come up with a more literary title for the book?" Little mother Long Lina muttered as she looked at Du Lin's newly written manuscript.

Du Lin was a little curious: "What kind of literary book title do you want?"

The little female dragon stammered and couldn't utter a word.

"How about calling this killer Leon?" Du Lin asked with a smile, and at the same time took out a small bag of dried meat he made from his private space, the kind that Xia Li would meow in approval after eating.

Eleven and Daju rolled on the ground laughing.

"It's so artistic, let's call it that!" The little female dragon made the right choice under the temptation of how to be more artistic and the refined beef jerky in Du Lin's hand.

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As the New Year approached, Dulin wrote a letter to old Ish, asking the old man if he would return to Lublin to celebrate the New Year.

Old Ish said that it might not work this year. He had asked Old Enrique to take over for him for a month before, and this time he had to help him pay it back.

So Dulin squeaked and called all his girls back, preparing to go home - of course, to his home in Lublin town to be inspected by his mother.

After all, his brother would not be able to come back this year, and his sister was kicked out of the house by his mother to take care of Lorlock, who was still limping.

So, only Du Lin's mother, grandmother and old housekeeper were left in that house.

As for Du Lin's sister, I heard that the little girl can now crawl all over the floor. She is a real devil.

When Tanya heard about Du Lin's plan, she immediately bought all the gifts for her sisters.

However, the girls from Dulin had already prepared their gifts.

Anta and Elaine sent two sets of eight bottles of potions in total - they were beauty potions developed by her and Anta. This girl can be said to have found her own track. The first potion can make the user's entire face look younger in the next three months; the second potion can make the body skin become delicate and tight, which is only found in youth, in the next three months.

In her words, this medicine can be sold forever in the human world. Although Du Lin's mother doesn't need it, she can give it to her human friends. As long as it has a visible effect, every middle-aged woman will be crazy about this medicine.

Melinda went to the North herself, hunted several snow rabbits, and made a shawl from their skins.

Among the gifts given by hunters in the North, this is already a very impressive one - because snow rabbits are extremely alert, it used to be very difficult for humans to hunt them. It is only now that humans have guns that their lives have become a little harder than before.

Lena took her fallen scales, engraved a protective magic circle on them, and made them into an amulet.

Astrid also returned from the North. This silly girl had followed her grandfather to the battlefield before. This time, she even brought several horned skulls of Chaos guys to Durin.

In fact, this thing can be considered hard currency, because in the annual sacrifices of the Church of the Original Creator, such chaos skulls can be counted as military merits.

This thing scared Daju to death. After confirming again and again that this thing was not the same as the chaos in the subspace, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is the battlefield fun?" Durin asked the silly girl Astrid with a smile - she used to think that her sisters were training her, and she also wanted to become stronger. As a result, after half a year, she had accomplished nothing except gaining two kilograms because she missed Durin, killing two Chaos believers with a gun, and shooting more bullets on the ground.

"It's not fun." The girl complained to Du Lin while looking at Du Lin's new book, and soon fell silent.

Du Lin looked at Alyssa. His little deer girl was wearing a beautiful gown today. As soon as she entered the door, she raised the bag in her hand as if offering a treasure: "This is Savoy gin. I got it from my grandfather's wine cellar."

"Won't your grandfather beat you? Don't tell me you took it yourself." Du Lin asked curiously - the girl never said what family her grandfather came from.

"I heard it's a gift for your mother. Grandpa insisted on giving her a glass of gin, saying it would be a good after-dinner drink for the lady."

That's true. Gin is considered a Savoy secret treasure. Many old Savoys who love wine value this wine the most. Being able to give it as a gift is quite an honor. Even Du Lin would have to accept this favor. "We'll leave once everyone is here."

After saying that, Du Lin opened the portal and led the girls carrying large and small bags into the portal.

As soon as he walked through the door, Du Lin encountered a facehugger. Ouch, it was his own sister flying towards him.

What else could he do? He could only let go of the hand holding the gift and hug this little devil instead.

The latter chuckled.

The old butler smiled and nodded to Du Lin: "Welcome home, Master Du Lin."

"I'm back. It seems my sister has caused you a lot of trouble." Holding his sister in his arms and looking at the footprints on the old butler's body, Du Lin said a little embarrassedly.

"No, that's not true. Young masters and young ladies all went through this together. It's just a pity that I never took Young Master Dulin with me." At this point, the old elf smiled and took the little cub from Dulin's hands. "The lady is in the hall. She will be happy to see you."

"Yeah." Since he was here today, Du Lin must meet this mother.

So Du Lin took the girls into the hall and saw his mother sitting by the fire, knitting what must be his sister's new clothes.

The phonograph next to her was playing a record that she should have brought from home.

Du Lin walked up to her, squatted down, looked at the mother in front of him with tears in her eyes, and reached out his hand to wipe away the excess tears from the corners of her eyes.

"I'm back, mother."

The mother of four children in front of Du Lin had joy, grievance, and tears on her face.

Finally, Du Lin smiled and hugged her.

"I'm Du Lin, I'm back."

At this moment, a small hand finally hugged Du Lin's neck tightly.

"Don't blame Daddy, okay." She choked and begged.

At this moment, she seemed to be praying that her son would not blame the pain of being abandoned on her beloved.

"Don't blame Dad. I understand. He has his responsibilities, his obligations, his ideals and beliefs, and a career that is more important than life." Having said that, Du Lin comforted his crying mother and patted her back gently.

How could I not understand that in another timeline, there was also a group of people who, because the nation was in danger and civilization was on the verge of survival, stood up without hesitation, abandoning everything, just to seek a glimmer of hope for the nation and to rekindle the flame of civilization. They used their bodies as fuel and threw themselves into it.

Their sacrifice, their suffering, and everything about them should be remembered forever.

In Durin's previous life, these sacrifices could be betrayed in the eyes of those who were superior or who thought they were superior.

That's why the children in the tower walk on pools of blood and bathe in a sea of ​​blood.

Do you think those people who cried and said they knew they were wrong did so because they understood.

No, they just saw the knife in the hands of the child in the tower and knew that their entire family was going to die, just like the so-called lower class that they looked down upon and even abused.

(End of this chapter)