Durin's Diary

Chapter 47 Cause and Effect (Part )

Mrs. Saleen Fedra pushed the door open and walked into the dean's office. The half-man sitting behind the large red sandalwood desk quickly put away the picture magazine in his hand, and then unnoticeably raised his legs that were resting on the desk.

"Dear Mrs. Salin, what can I do for you?"

"I'm still not satisfied with your arrangement, Mr. Dean."

Facing the halfling's doubts, Madam Saleen got straight to the point. She frowned in dissatisfaction and quickly sat down in the guest chair in front of the desk. She looked at her dean and asked, "Why did you agree to let Durin live off campus?"

"Didn't you say he was a boy? A lovely boy. How could those rough guys in Building One take good care of him? Wasn't that what you said?" The Dean and the Department Head clashed at this point. The halfling's eyes flickered as he took out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead. "Ma'am, that's the Duke's grandson."

Then the dean was grabbed by the neck and lifted up by an invisible hand.

"Director Saleen, Dean Sean." Just then, a dwarf girl pushed the door open with a large stack of documents in her arms. She immediately saw the vice-dean standing with his arms crossed and the dean struggling desperately against an invisible hand against the wall.

"Do you need me to call the police, Mr. Dean?" the dwarf girl asked bravely.

Mrs. Salin snorted, and the dwarf girl dropped the documents in her arms and ran away.

The halfling, having been lowered, sat back in his chair. He cleared his throat and said, "Madam Saleen, seriously, after learning that Ish's only grandson would attend our school, these are applications from the daughter of a noble family whose origins are unknown to you." He pointed to some documents half-fallen on the table. "Almost three hundred, and I hear there are more on the way."

Mrs. Salin raised her eyebrows, picked up one of the copies, and sneered twice: "... Elaine Sario, oh, the Sario family. It seems that the old woman is still unwilling to give up. She wants to give a good future to the only offspring of her beloved son."

Then there was another photo. Madam Saleen looked at the furry Werebeast in the photo and laughed disdainfully, "Look! Isn't this Baron Robin's favorite little daughter? There are plenty of children like her in Lublin. If Durin liked someone like her, it wouldn't be his daughter's turn."

"Mrs. Salin, please don't speak to me like Mr. Durin's grandmother!" The halfling said this, and was once again slammed against the wall and began to struggle with the invisible hand.

"If you can't speak human language, don't speak it, Dean Sean Tarrell. You should know that there are still people who think that the previous dean did not die of old age." Having said that, Mrs. Salin changed to the third one.

"That beast of burden, Kane Moreira, why did he send his little son here? Did he think Du Lin would like such a pretty boy?" At this point, Mrs. Salin looked up at the dean, who was hesitant to speak. "Speak."

"Maybe because he has more resources, he wants to send his uneducated youngest son here to see if he can solve his youngest son's lifelong event at the same time." The dean spoke this time and gave some valuable advice.

"Ah... That's right, I misunderstood. After all, no matter how stupid Kane is, he is still old Kaishan's child. This old fox might be behind the scenes. He is a very cunning old guy." Having said this, Mrs. Salin put down her dean and said, "By the way, where is Du Lin planning to rent?"

"The Fan Linn block across the street from the college, I recommended it to Yi Xu, don't worry." The dean, in Mrs. Salin's eyes, patted his chest and replied.

This answer made her somewhat satisfied. The Fan Linen neighborhood was where the tutors of the art academy and the older generation lived. Although there were many elderly people, there were also frequent police patrols. Du Lin might not be able to make new friends in the neighborhood, but there were too many peers to meet in the academy, and a safe place to live was really important to him.

"You finally did a good thing. By the way, are the furniture ready? Where are the servants?" Mrs. Salin began to worry again. To her, the mother of Ish's little grandson was as if she were her own daughter. Even though she knew that she was not his biological mother, it was a very happy thing for her to watch him and her daughters grow up one by one.

After all, I am the outsider who has intruded into his and her lives, even if he and she accept me.

"The furniture is all available, ready-made. The previous tenant was also a grassland elf, so they will be of use. As for the servants, I heard that Old Ish sent Durin's favorite little cook over. It will take about a month to train her. During this time, he can also eat delicious food with me at my house." When he said this, the halfling raised his head with pride, and his goatee stood up proudly.

"Don't you know what kind of garbage you halflings are eating? Even insects can be delicacies. Damn you." Lady Salin grinned, her fangs and long tongue like a venomous snake spitting out. She snorted, "But this is what Ish said after all. I'll listen to him this time, but if I hear any complaints about the food from Durin, I will throw you and your cook off the roof of the teaching building."

After completing the warning to the parents, the vice president of the college thought of another small problem.

Was the previous tenant also a prairie elf?
Although Copenhagen is a big city, it is not so big that prairie elves are common. They don't like the city's overly cold winter. Apart from necessary activities and some prairie elves who are obsessed with snowflakes, Mrs. Salin already has some understanding of the identity of this former tenant.

So she became curious: "Is it really okay? The last incident was already very unpleasant."

"But other than that, there's no other place with furniture suitable for grassland elves." Seeing his deputy's unfriendly look, the halfling opened the drawer in front of him and took out a piece of paper. "This is from the landlord. He still thinks his previous tenant has run away, saying he owes him almost a year's rent. He also wants me to ask if this kid is an exile. If he is, then he's out of luck."

Mrs. Salin reached out and took the contract from her dean.

She looked at the contents.

Fabien Ayer rented No. 411, Fanlin Street, from the landlord, Mr. Jue Bella, for a period of three years, paying rent every three months... "This was the year before last." Mrs. Salin felt a little regretful. She knew Fabien. This child was curious about everything, but he kept his mouth shut. This was a virtue, but he eventually died because of this virtue.

Life is always full of regrets. "Yes, someone went missing last year, and the police couldn't find him. So Hue heard that I had some connections with Brother Ish, so he told me to ask. I need to find time to talk to Ish." At this point, the halfling sighed.

He looked at the photos on the table, where young men and women were sitting or standing. He saw himself, young Salin, young Robert and Jean, and even Ish, whose appearance had never changed.

Fate is really absurd sometimes, isn't it?

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Du Lin opened the door of the small building he rented. The landlord just said that there were some things that had not been moved away yet, and he would come to pick them up tomorrow. He hoped that Du Lin would not mind.

Of course, Du Lin didn't mind what the landlord called the previous tenant's things - in fact, it was just a box of small items.

After opening the lid of the box, Du Lin saw several notebooks, a pen, a big red maple leaf in a vacuum bag, and two photo frames.

Picking up the photo frames, Dulin recognized the people in the first frame - they were Anta and Fabien, and it should have been taken before Fabien left Lublin.

In the second frame, there were grassland elves, half-elves, humans, gnomes, halflings, and dwarves. These young people broke through racial prejudice and stood together. Durin recognized the grown-up Fabien, and even more so, the young Lord Tommy Irving.

After thinking for a while, Du Lin put the diary on the cabinet, and then put the two photo frames back on the coffee table next to the fireplace.

Fabien died, and of his companions only Lord Tommy Irving lived to this year, and died in front of Durin.

All the mysteries have answers at this moment.

In Du Lin's eyes, the world is not black and white, but life has its own way of death, so these people are dead.

Du Lin opened the diary in silence. The diary was written in the grassland elf language, which humans could not understand.

But Du Lin could understand it. He saw that the title page read: I didn’t know before how lofty the faith must be, how heavy the steps must be, and how cruel the fate must be to make people sacrifice for their ideals... Now I know.

Rest in peace, Robin Shawval, my friend, may you find peace and joy.

So that's how it is. Friends who were moving forward also died for their beliefs. Because of this, Fabien chose the same path for his beliefs. He disappeared with his smile, his words, his footsteps and the dust he raised, leaving only his thoughts.

He naively thought that his death could save his companions, but to this day, his companions are all dead.

Those who are loyal to the cause and the royal family have become part of history at this moment. Loyalty is a virtue, but virtue cannot guarantee that its holder will not be swallowed by the torrent of history.
The torrent does not distinguish between right and wrong, it does not know what is good or bad. It only moves forward and then swallows everything.

People's hearts have changed. Du Lin understood that, just as Fabien was trapped by the times and would not know, as long as there is greed in people's hearts, everything that far-sighted people and idealists like them do will eventually come to nothing. History has repeated itself too many times, but it has never taught these idealists how to face the cruelty of reality.

Whether it is Fabien or Lord Tommy, they are people who died for their ideals and loyalty.

This is the misfortune and fortune of human beings. The fortune is that there are still people in this world who are loyal to their ideals. The misfortune is that the goddess of luck never seems to look after them, and this earth will not stop functioning because of their absence.

Some people say that history is the greatest symphony, the earth is the broadest theater, and civilization is the most crazy orchestra conductor.

The people living on the huge stage called the times either hold musical instruments or wear gorgeous clothes.

They were united in purpose, completely focused on these three acts.

Act I: War.

Act II: Peace.

Act III: Revolution.

This opera, this stage, this ensemble, goes on and on, never stopping.

(End of this chapter)