Durin's Diary

Chapter 45: Unquenchable Desire
The old man left, but Durin didn't leave. He took Kal'tsit and looked at the scene - the poor lord was shot seven times, one of which hit his neck, so now he was holding his own head and looked very helpless.

As for his wife and children, they each suffered their own sorrows. A murderer must have at least a motive, especially for such a targeted assassination... Sir, what on earth did you do to deserve this fate? Thinking of this, Du Lin turned his head and scanned the crowd—Lübeck was a strange city, and its people were strange lives, but they were different from him, so Du Lin wanted to see clues from the eyes of these spectators and onlookers.

There were ladies whispering in the crowd, gentlemen commenting on others' affairs, and even a young man with a cold brow - he was wearing patched overalls and a shirt, and only had an extra coat in the cold winter. They were all made of a material commonly known as washable cloth, which was the favorite fabric of the working class in the human world because it was strong, durable and cheap.

The silk in the lady's hand and the woolen cloth on the gentleman's body are too expensive.

But these workers are definitely not the murderers. Their salaries are barely enough to support their families, and buying guns is a bit of a stretch for them.

So the question is, if Lord Tommy Irvine's audience is so divided between love and hate, then who would have killed him?

The Northerners mentioned in the book? Not really. The book says that the Northerners prefer assassinations, but firing twenty or thirty bullets on the spot doesn't seem like something they would do. But who else would have done that to him besides the Northerners?

Thinking of this, Du Lin looked at the child lying in a pool of blood, and in the end, all his words could only turn into a silent sigh.

The Saric children grew up sucking the blood of the victims, so they deserved to die; what about you, what did your father do to cause you to suffer the pain of bullets and bodies at that moment.

It seemed that there would be no answer to this question. Durin finally took Kal'tsit to the hotel door. It was better to leave this matter to professionals.

But Du Lin wanted to leave, but someone didn't want him to leave. A man wearing a silver-gray windbreaker, a flat hat, and holding a clipboard with papers and a pen blocked his way.

Perhaps it was the pointed wand peeked out of Durin's bag, or perhaps it was the holster casually visible from his waist and the license pinned to his chest, but he quickly raised his hands. "Hello, I heard from the police officer that you are Mr. Grassland Elf from Lublin. I am Austin Jacob, a reporter for the Daily God of Knowledge in the Copenhagen and Lübeck area. I'd like to interview you, please."

"Give me a reason to accept your interview." Since this person had the courage to block his way in front of so many people, he must be very confident in his identity. Du Lin nodded and signaled him to give him a reason.

"I think I should look at this murder from a different perspective. You see, the human perspective is completely different from that of the grassland elves." The thin-faced young man then pointed to a roadside coffee shop and said, "How about a hot drink?"

"Okay." Du Lin thought about it. Indeed, although he was still a human at heart, his appearance was that of a fake grassland elf, and he was afraid that he would never be able to change back in this lifetime.

With this in mind, Du Lin squinted his eyes and looked at the young man, confirming that he was indeed Austin Jane Jacob, a journalist.

So he took Kal'tsit's hand and followed him into the coffee shop - although it was called walking in, the coffee shop was actually half open and had no door, so even though there was a fire, the temperature was not high, but while there was ventilation, the situation on the road was clearly visible.

Sitting down at the table for two, the young man ordered a cup of coffee and a biscuit, then looked at Du Lin.

"Coffee, a big pot with honey and milk, and two of the best pastries." After saying that, Du Lin took out his wallet and paid.

The young man's face changed just now. It was obvious that he was a young reporter who earned his money through hard work. As a son of a wealthy family, Du Lin would not bully others like this.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't expect..." "Before interviewing someone, you should at least know their identity. I'm Doolin Elsh."

After Durin finished speaking, he leaned back on the sofa. Kelsey patted Durin's legs with her two large front paws and then rested his head on them. Hemer flew to a nearby shelf. The parrot, which had been perched on the shelf, was now hanging upside down on the shelf by a bird rope, and looked like it was about to die of fear.

Dulin snapped his fingers, and Hemer flapped his wings and flew to the back of the chair behind Dulin.

Du Lin stared at Hemer.

The girl finally released her left claw from holding the parrot, and the parrot flew away screaming.

The young man pulled out a small notebook containing a list of grassland elf surnames. After searching for a moment, he put the notebook down with his eyes wide open. "No way."

"Reality is so outrageous, even novels wouldn't dare to write it this way, right?" Du Lin smiled as he stroked Kel'tsit and displayed his nonchalant attitude. "Didn't you say you wanted to interview me? Now you can ask."

"Oh, by the way, I've always wanted to know, you who live in Lublin, what do you think when you come to the human world and see such a murder? Do you think Lublin is still safe?" The young reporter quickly adjusted his work state and started asking.

"No place in this world is safe. Even though Lublin is far from the eastern front, sporadic monsters and alien species appear from time to time. Last year, a human transcendental went completely out of control after entering the town, and a group of human traffickers disguised as a caravan were wiped out."

Du Lin vividly described the stories of the former and the latter, but of course, he did not say that the people killed themselves.

"Is that so? I always thought everyone in Eastern Elfland lived an idyllic life, free of worries." "And they don't worry about rent, utilities, or other such messes, right?"

Du Lin smiled and waved his hand at this point: "You don't have to include this paragraph in the report."

"It's still possible to write about it. I always thought the steppe elves from Lublin wouldn't understand the lives of ordinary people like us." The reporter smiled wryly and sighed, "You think this world is unsafe, but have you ever thought about what a safe world is?"

"A safe world? That's probably a world where all children can have enough food to eat and won't be abducted." Du Lin thought about it and decided to tell the truth.

"Huh, are the requirements so low?" The reporter looked very surprised.

Du Lin nodded. "I don't yearn for an unattainable heaven. Ensuring that every child has enough to eat represents a sufficiently prosperous civilization, and that no one kidnaps children represents a sufficiently noble civilization. These are both my lowest and highest expectations for society. As for the nobles fighting for power, wealth, and women, that's just a desire. I can't expect everyone to be as noble as an angel and control their own reason and their little brother. That's impossible."

"Hey, what do you mean by that?" The reporter was a little confused.

"Mr. Austin, you're an adult, and I'm a child. But even a child like me understands that as long as desire is extinguished, struggle will never cease. Those massive tomes in the history bookshelves of the library won't tell you that the history of human civilization can actually be summed up in three words: war, peace, and revolution."

At this point, Du Lin sighed: "Just like Lord Tommy Irvine, I don't know why his family died, but someone must have thought that he was better dead than alive, so Lord Tommy Irvine and his family died like this. This is exactly what I think."

At this point, Du Lin kept the topic a secret. He stroked Kel'tsit's chin and said, "That is, as long as the desire is not extinguished, the struggle will never stop."

(End of this chapter)