Durin's Diary

Chapter 46 The Struggle Continues
"As long as desire is not extinguished, struggle will never cease..."

After the white-haired old man finished reading the front page of the Wisdom Daily that had just been published this morning, he put the newspaper on the table with his withered hands and turned to look at Fisher Gregory who was standing beside him.

"Fisher, what do you think of this little grandson of the Corleone family?" The old man patted his knee.

"Your Majesty, it's the eldest grandson taught by Duke Elsh. I heard that he has never even seen his father. He grew up in Lublin. This time, he was influenced by the movie shown by the mobile film troupe in the town last year. He said that movies should not be regarded as strange things that only shoot women's thighs." While Fisher spoke nice words, he subtly corrected the small fallacy in the old man's words.

This made the old man laugh. "Now that you mention it, I remember that my granddaughter, born to my youngest daughter who married Sidney, said the same thing. She came home the other day and told me she'd met an interesting prairie spirit. She said that film, as a new art form, doesn't just exist to show off actresses' thighs. There are so many beauties and regrets in this world, and movies can turn them into stories on the screen, allowing them to move everyone... What an interesting child."

"Yeah, I can't imagine what the movie he mentioned would look like if it could really be made." Fisher agreed with a smile.

"He should have boarded the ship, right? When he arrives in Copenhagen, ask the police system to keep an eye on him. Although I am very old, I am not old enough to calmly watch a silver dragon warlock demolish my Worry-Free Palace." Having said that, the old man sighed again.

"I'm old, but Yi Xu is still young. I really envy him."

Indeed, as the ruler of a country, the old man should not envy the duke of a place.

But he understood that what he envied was his old friend who had a good offspring.

What I envy is the eldest grandson who can carry on the family line.

Comparing yourself with others always makes you angry.

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Durin always thought he would get seasick, but he didn't feel anything unusual until he got off the boat. Instead, a dwarf boy who patted his chest and said he was fine when he got on the boat held the bucket and refused to put it down from the moment he got on, which made Durin very happy.

As the passenger ship entered the port, Durin watched the seagulls fearfully flying away from him while stroking Hemer - this girl was now a magical pet and could no longer be measured by the standards of an eagle owl, so these seagulls kept their distance from her.

After getting off the boat, Durin became lazy and let the living branch carry the luggage. He walked through the passenger passage with Kal'tsit hand in hand. The fact that he was a caster and his gun license allowed him to pass the inspection more quickly. As for the certificate issued by the Duke of Elf Territory, it was the last straw that broke the inspector's back.

"You can pass, young sir." In the end, when the inspectors sent Du Lin away, they felt like they were sending the plague god away - after all, there was a shotgun in the suitcase, a wand in the shoulder bag, and a pistol on his waist that was small but looked like it could definitely kill people.

Any one of them can contribute to their achievements, but unfortunately they are all legal. Du Lin's gun license even has seals from various countries, and human countries even have reports.

The Eastern Elf Territory's envoy's assistant in Copenhagen, who came to pick him up, was even more troubled. "You should go through the diplomatic channel. There's no need to queue there, and with a certificate from His Excellency the Duke, you're exempt from inspection."

But apart from this small mistake, there were no other problems. The assistant left after sending Du Lin to the college.

Du Lin thought about it and decided to take the certificate to the admissions department - what's wrong with a dimensionality reduction attack? It's a rare opportunity in life.

With this thought in mind, Durin arrived at the admissions department and placed his certificate on the table. A Trevor-type Rydir orc girl, who was chatting with someone, glanced at Durin before picking up the certificate. Her expression shifted from confusion to hesitation before she finally turned and shouted, "Mrs. Saleen! The Mr. Durin you've been waiting for is here!"

You know what, this little girl from the red deer species has a very nice voice, sweet, and with a kind of delicateness that Anta doesn't have.

Mrs. Saleen, whose surname was said to be very ancient, Fedra, soon appeared at the door leading to the inner chamber. She was a white-haired human woman, about sixty years old. Though old, Dulin could not discern any difference from a young person except for her appearance. She looked Dulin over, her already smiling expression softening. "Dulin, you really do look like your grandfather when he was young. The academy has dormitories. Are you planning on living there, or..."

Du Lin could only smile awkwardly but politely: "Hello, Mrs. Salin, I plan to rent a house outside."

Please, who can stand a cute grassland elf like me smelling foot odor every day in a dormitory with eight barefoot guys?

Besides, Du Lin wondered how he could pursue his hobbies in the dormitory, especially since he didn’t even understand his own transformation state very well.

At the same time, Du Lin was still complaining in his heart - Old Ish, you won’t even let humans go, right? What level of Grand Theft Auto player are you?

Madam Saleen nodded and smiled in agreement, then reached out and patted the young girl: "Alyssa, my little cutie, take our Mr. Dulin around the academy and help him get to know the way."

Alyssa had long, smooth beige hair that reached her waist. Her bangs were adorned with small bells, and her eyes were a deep blue that Durin had never seen before. She had human ears, but a pair of small deer antlers on her head. Her appearance also had some orcish features, such as a small, dark nose, proving she was a mixed-race.

Children of humans and beastmen are even rarer than those of humans and elves. Judging from Arisa's clothes and appearance, she must have been raised to be so adorable by her parents who truly loved each other.

Along the way, this girl, who looked more like a little cutie than Dulin, introduced the history of the Northern Kingdom Academy of Arts to Dulin. It was said that this school had existed on this land a thousand years ago and had experienced many historical moments, including the most recent and most famous establishment of the commune and its destruction a hundred years later.

"It's best not to go over the north wall. That's the Wailing Wall. The last remnants of the First Commune died there... in battle. People say it's haunted." Elisa thought for a moment before choosing the last word. In Dulin's opinion, a girl should not hesitate about such words.

So the cunning Son of Elsh spoke up: "I've read in history books, and the wise men of the grassland elves say that it was humanity's farsightedness that failed to overcome the crisis before them."

"You, the grassland elves, are united under one banner, sharing the same unwavering faith. Following in the footsteps of the One Sage, it's natural for you to think so. But we, beings, are different. Our philosophies and beliefs differ. We inhabit different nations, are distinct beings, speak different languages, and hold different convictions... In your eyes, perhaps beings like us are truly foolish, aren't we?"

At the end of the conversation, Alyssa, who stopped in front of the steps of the building, scratched the tip of her nose awkwardly: "Hello, I'm Alyssa Idar, from the Duchy of Savoy. This is the teaching building. Dulin, how about you?"

"Dulin Ai Ersh, from Lublin, is a traveler like you, who wants to learn how to make movies." Dulin smiled and came to stand beside her.

"Movies. To be honest, I don't think there's anything good about movies. Whether it's a mechanical camera or a magic crystal imager, those perverts can only take pictures of their thighs." The girl seemed very unhappy when talking about movies. The little deer girl raised her head, stared at Du Lin with a pair of blue eyes, and her little mouth pursed, obviously angry.

Du Lin smiled at her. "Anyone who's half a step ahead of the times is a child of destiny, the standard-bearer leading the times forward. A step ahead of the times is a lunatic, unacceptable to heaven and earth, the standard-bearer of parents' terrorizing of their children. And those perverts you're talking about are merely mortals caught in the tide of the times, loyal to their desires. You should thank their parents for teaching them that they simply enjoy patting girls' thighs."

The girl frowned for a moment, then quickly relaxed. It was obvious that she understood what Du Lin meant, so she smiled and nodded. "You're right. Mortals who are loyal to their own desires are at least honest. But what kind of movie do you want to make, Du Lin?"

"I want to shoot legends that people will remember, stories that people will still remember a thousand years later, and the regrets and touching moments on this land." When he said this, Du Lin sighed and turned his gaze to the wall. There are too many stories in this world that can be made into movies and too many stories that can be put on the screen.

As for history, no matter the time and space, no matter the place and method, there are always surprisingly similar moments.

There are as many regrets as there are beauties.

(End of this chapter)