Durin's Diary

Chapter 502 Blood Type
The orchestra of the Northern Academy of Arts sent out the most luxurious lineup.

Hundreds of people entered the art center, which made the old elf very jealous. When he saw Du Lin carrying the arcane electric guitar to the stage, the old man looked unhappy: "There are hundreds of orchestras in Paris. Do you look down on the Sidney people so much?"

"Because it's a song dedicated to Northernism," Du Lin replied with an innocent smile.

The old elf seemed frozen. After a while, he apologized and left with his face covered.

I bet that on the day he dies, this old man will jump up and slap his thigh to ask himself why he asked such a stupid question.

Daju sighed.

It won’t be that long. Tonight he will slap himself when he can’t sleep.

Eleven retorted.

Du Lin raised his eyebrows and walked onto the stage.

"Mr. Dulin, we have already reviewed your piece. We don't need so many people."

"Because there is another song." Du Lin said as he took out another sheet of music.

This is recommended by Daju, Merciful Broken Sun.

Du Lin just felt that this song was very appropriate. It was suitable for people like Roy, who walked in the dark but fell down at dawn.

The band conductor hummed halfway when his eyes, which had been drooping, widened. "It's a great piece! I completely understand Mr. Du Lin's caution. If it were me, I wouldn't give this piece to anyone else so easily. If it were me, I could have my band practice for sixteen hours a day! And everyone would be happy to do it."

"I just made a call, and you were the first to respond. Now that you are here, I have to acknowledge you. Now let's start recording the first song." After Du Lin finished speaking, he bowed his head to everyone who was seated.

The art center member in charge of recording the video gave Du Lin a thumbs-up, which meant that everything was ready.

Durin turned on the arcane electric guitar.

This song has a northern name and is sung in the northern language. It is called Blood Type.

………………

The old elf sat on the steps of the art center, tears streaming down his face.

His old friend sat beside him, shaking off the ashes from his cigarette and listening to his chatter.

"How could I be so stupid?" The old elf took out a handkerchief and wiped his face while judging his own stupidity.

"You just didn't mean it, who would have thought." His old friend, Duke of Constance sighed.

He heard that Du Lin had new music, and as an old fan of Du Lin, he came here to sneak in and be a happy audience member.

But he didn't expect that when he got off the carriage, he saw his old friend sitting on the steps crying like a woman.

Well, elves are indeed pretty effeminate.

But after careful questioning, Duke Constance was also convinced by his old friend - to use the Chang Tang proverb, you really are bringing up things that are not related to the topic.

But who could have thought of that, right?

After comforting him for a while, Constance decided to abandon his old friend, but after thinking it over, he finally helped him up: "Okay, stop crying, go listen to Du Lin's new song."

"Do you like his songs?"

"Of course I like it. I have bought several of his pioneering vinyl records." Some old people think that Du Lin's music is too noisy, but for Constance, this new music is his favorite.

"Ok."

So the two old friends rushed into the scene, and Mr. Du Lin was just preparing to record for the third time.

As the guitar and drums started, the two old men discovered that this was a completely new way of musical expression.

What a warm room, but I have to get on the road.

There are stars on my military boots, a comfortable sofa, and plaid patterns. Please don’t wake me up, okay?

The sunny days ahead are only in my dreams, but my blood type is written on my armband and my number is written on my sleeve. I hope I can return safely, I hope I can return safely.

Don't die on the battlefield, don't be buried on the battlefield.

As the two old men listened, they began to shake their heads automatically until Mr. Durin finally ended after a long solo.

"This is the weirdest song I've ever heard." The old elf was the first to comment.

"This is also the most beautiful song I have ever heard. Why is that instrument connected to the instrument on the ground with wires? The sound lines are also very strange." This is Constance's curiosity.

The two old men listened again.

Then, before I knew it, I realized the recording had ended.

Mr. Du Lin politely turned around and saluted the band members, then walked off the stage amid warm applause. He took the magic crystal and it was obvious that he would do the post-production himself.

Then he came over and said, "How about my new song, you two?"

"That's great, but why are so many people still up there?" Constance was as curious as a child.

"Because there is still a piece of music, they will start practicing." Du Lin replied with a smile.

"Can I listen?" Constance asked excitedly.

Du Lin nodded: "No problem."

Then he looked at the old elf: "I won't blame you, Chief."

"You'd better blame me. It will make me feel better." The old elf sighed and said, "Your song..."

"In the song, a young man is about to go to the battlefield. He instinctively doesn't want to go, but his duty and obligation drive him towards that terrifying land. He shrinks back, but ultimately he doesn't escape... It's just a random thought of mine." After saying this, Du Lin smiled and said, "I have to go back and make new songs. I'm sorry, but I have to leave."

Well, the two old men saw Du Lin off, and then looked at the band members who had already read the music score and were preparing for their first practice.

At this time, Du Lin came back and put down a magic crystal. "This is a copy of the short film I made for this music. I hope you won't leak it after watching it."

After saying that, he left.

A legendary plea, Constance would certainly comply, and he would also supervise these people.

So, when the music starts, when the instruments project short films behind the band.

Constance's breath hitched at the first note of the piano.

In the short film, a pair of grassland elf girls wander in the city streets, walking barefoot on the mirror-like ground.

As the music played, their eyes drooped.

My sister's left hand was pressed on the high wall covered with unclear names. She looked ahead with a sad expression on her face.

My sister placed her hands in front of her, tilted her head slightly, and looked forward.

"It's the Wailing Wall." The old elf recognized the wall. "It was the Wailing Wall before it was destroyed."

Then, as the music reaches its climax, the camera begins to switch.

The raging flames of the burning city lit up the entire night sky, and a figure sat on a dead tree trunk at the end of the wall.

He lowered his head and looked at the burning city silently.

A figure in a black robe stood beside him, the pocket watch in his hand had long been broken.

That is Jaeger, the God of Death.

The end... and the end of the faithless.

(End of this chapter)