Durin's Diary

Chapter 500 The Days Are Getting Stranger

Take a sip.

It’s very sweet, which is exactly what the grassland elves like - sweet is the right taste.

Anyway, the grassland elves are a truly artificial race. Even if they are mixed-race, they will eliminate the bad genes of other races and create new lives that are not troubled by many genetic diseases including diabetes.

To be honest, after creating humans to this extent, the creator himself is not much different from God.

Reincarnation is really a technical job.

Thinking of this, Du Lin nodded: "Not bad."

"Of course. The wine I chose is definitely the best and most suitable for us grassland elves." Having said that, Romil took out a few chips and threw them in front of the last player: "My little Mila, why are you so silent today?"

The little bear named Little Milla rolled his eyes.

The red-haired card player laughed. "He lost his voice, the unlucky fellow. He followed his mentor to heaven yesterday and screamed until he lost his voice."

"So you're a wizard? It would be troublesome if you have acrophobia." Du Lin felt a little regretful - you see, this is the sadness of the wizard, because in Du Lin's view, in the next era, wizards are required to fly whenever they can.

It was obvious that the older child's teacher had also realized it.

It's a pity that he chose a child with magical talent, but he didn't expect that this child was born with a fear of the sky.

It is said that the way to treat acrophobia in this era is to take the acrophobic patient to fly into the sky again and again.

It sounds terrible, but this era is so brutal that Du Lin can't say anything because he has no way to deal with it.

In Du Lin's time, fear of heights could be eliminated by simply implanting a chip in the brain and activating it.

But in this world, there are no brain implants at all.

In other words, there have been some, but almost none of them have been preserved to this day.

At this moment, Dulin noticed someone walking into the salon. It was a northerner dressed as a diplomat. He asked the servant something and then looked at Dulin.

"It looks like you're in trouble, I hope it's not a big one." Romil also noticed.

Durin looked at the diplomat, who walked up to him and saluted. "Your Excellency, Duke Durin Elsh, the remarkable double-legend, on behalf of the King of the Northern Kingdom, I convey the news of the death of Dean Sean Tarell of the Academy of Arts. He passed away in his sleep. According to his wishes, his coffin will be transported back to his hometown. Please accept my condolences."

"Thank you for bringing me this news." Du Lin nodded and personally saw him off.

"Dean Sean Tarrell, how could he die? I heard last year that he was in good health."

When Durin came back, Romil asked in surprise.

"Halflings age rapidly near death," lamented Romir's relative.

Du Lin sighed - the young man who took photos with his grandfather back then has all passed away now.

No wonder the older generation of grassland elves said that you should not easily make friends with people of different races of the same age.

Because friendship will be silently killed by time.

Thinking of this, Du Lin apologized and sat in the corner.

Dean Sean Tarell was the first 'old' friend he had met outside of Lublin.

He is very funny. He and Mrs. Salin walked through the long river of time together, witnessed the ups and downs together, until finally they reached the end of each other's life.

It’s a pity that mortals grow old easily.

"What's wrong?" Lann approached. Reed didn't, but the two psychics now shared a shared mind. "A diplomat from the north just arrived. Sean Tarell, the dean of the art academy when I was a student... has passed away." At this point, Du Lin lowered his head in silence. "He and my grandfather were very good friends. I wonder if he knows all this."

"It's okay, we are here. This is the end of life, the end that each of us will face." Lan En squatted in front of Du Lin. She reached out and held Du Lin's hand tightly: "If crying makes you feel better, then cry."

Du Lin shook his head: "Silly girl, remember, never believe in tears."

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At Sean Tarrell's grave, the cigarette between Ish Elsh's lips burned in the air.

He had a yellowed photo in his hand, which he had received from the grandchildren of his old friend Sean.

The dozen or so young people above are either sitting or standing. When they took this photo, they were full of expectations for the future. Everyone was full of confidence in each other's future, the future of the times, and the future called history.

The results of it.

Some people's youth was left in a pool of blood, some people's youth was leaning against the wall, and some people's youth died by the river.

Northernism failed, failed at its own hands, failed at the perverse actions of traitors, failed at the so-called changes of the naive, and failed at the funeral rites of the idealists.

The land watched people's sacrifices and compromises in silence.

Sean and Salin, former revolutionaries, have become teachers, and she no longer discusses the past with him.

Caesars Peterson-Adams, a former warrior turned pathetic mercenary, eventually died at the hands of Durin. He wanted to atone for his sins with his last remaining energy, but the destruction of the First Commune did not need a poor man like him.

Ron Peterson-Adams, a former soldier who had nothing left, decided to kill the traitor.

Jean Mayer, once an idealist...still an idealist.

Robert Walter, this traitor, ultimately used his life to protect the idealist's humble wish.

Now that you are all dead, and I am the only old immortal left, I finally understand the meaning of what my father warned me.

Don't easily make friends with people of the same age and different races, not because they are not worthy, but because friendship will be silently killed by time.

He took out a large glass from the bag, poured the whiskey into the glass, and then put a piece of ice in it.

I still remember when I was young, it was popular among young people to drink from the same cup, a cup this big, pour it full, and then everyone took a sip.

The cup that everyone used back then is still there, and of course the wine that everyone drank together is still there.

Just like that time, it was always Yi Xu standing on the table. He would pour the wine, add ice, and then raise the glass.

He would shout cheers and take a long drink before everyone else, then Jean, then Robert, then Caesars.

At that time, everyone would laugh heartily.

But now, I can no longer find anyone to drink with me.

Some of them might still be lying in some section of the old sewer, others might still be at the bottom of the lake with their shackles.

They all became part of the historical story.

Yi Xu finished drinking the wine with a sad face, put the cup in front of the monument, and poured the remaining wine on the monument.

Goodbye, old friend.

　I'm really stuck today... I sorted out the main line
　　
　
(End of this chapter)