Durin's Diary

Chapter 503 Night Talk (Part )

It wasn't until the end of the first practice and the band conductor began to review it that Constance finally came to her senses.

He looked at his old friend beside him with a complicated expression - a long, long time ago, so long ago that he was still a child and his father had not yet become the painting on the wall.

Her father told young Constance.

"My child, in this world, some people carry their will with their swords, some carry their beliefs with their pens, and some carry their ideals with their songs."

He also said.

'When facing the first type of person, we just need to respect him; when facing the second type of person, we just need to remain humble; and when facing the third type of person, we should be afraid of him.'

'There is one thing in this world that cannot be killed, and that is ideals.'

In the short film just now, when the sun finally rose above the horizon in the distance, Constance heard the ideals and beliefs in the song.

The woman in the short film is full of magnetism. She must be the Pecola girl named Elisa Idar. She is a mixed-race girl with mixed blood, but she is the girl that Durin loves very much.

The Idar family is also an important family of the Three Saints Society.

Such an invisible being possesses absolute power and a loyal Triarchal Order. He himself can live for a long time. Constance dare not imagine what the world will become if he has any political ambitions.

If he wanted to become emperor, Constance was certain that his family would throw themselves into the cause, becoming the sharp blade of the young Emperor Durin Elsh. Every family member would sacrifice for his ideals, hoping only that the family could have a place among the upstarts of the new empire.

If he wants to become the Protector of the Realm, that doesn't matter. He can sweep westward, and Constance's family will also surrender and become the most reliable force for the Protector of the Realm to rule the north of Sidney.

If he relies on the Eastern Elf Territory of the Grassland Elves and prepares to rule the entire Western Continent after becoming the Great Elder, then that would be fine. The Constance Family could also join the Circle and become capable ministers under the rule of the sages, devoting themselves to this land.

If he becomes the spokesperson of God, the Constance family will be even happier - because no matter how strict a believer of the Twin Mother Goddesses is, how bad can he be? A devout believer of the Twin Mother Goddesses, a blessed person of the Goddess of Luck, a consecrated saint of the God of Art, Beauty and Love, how bad can such a child be as the spokesperson of God on earth?

But...if he becomes the First Secretary of Durin Elsh, how will this land face this terrifying nobleman and the king's gravedigger?

Constance felt only despair—no matter which side Dulin supported, there would be a large number of young people standing with him.

Whether it was Sidney and the North Kingdom, the Great Woodland and Faror, or the Eastern Elven Territory and the Great Waste, every corner of this land contained Northernists. They lay dormant now, for the serfs had been freed, and they had lost their purpose. But what if Durin Elsh found a more perfect goal for them? As my father had said, the greed of the common people and slaves was like the abyss. They gained freedom today, and tomorrow they would want more. Human greed knows no bounds, and in this respect, the so-called nobles and the so-called pitiful untouchables were no different.

The child Du Lin saw through everything in the world very early on. He said that desires never stop and struggles never end... This sentence is not a summary of anything, but is spoken to this earth.

Now he is the second son of Secretary Saint-Roy, and his elder brother and sister can be confirmed as true northernists.

But who dares to touch them?

Durin is kind, but that's kindness from an innocent person. The nobles have long known his methods. If you help him, he'll be a good kid who will repay you with a thousandfold favor. But if you hurt his friends and family, you'll have to face a demon king with a hundred vengeances.

A three-time legend, seventeen years old, what a terrifying fact. Even if the legends unite... the legends are not of the same mind. If the noble legends unite, those legends who believe in Northernism will also unite to help Durin.

There is no chance of winning at all.

"Old friend, what are you thinking about?" The call from his friend brought Constance out of his deep thoughts. He looked at the band as they were preparing for their second practice session: "I'm thinking about something that may happen in the very distant future. The world may become unrecognizable to any of us in the future."

"Isn't that wonderful? To me, history is like a great river. You and I are like fallen petals floating on it for a long time. Perhaps the next wave will bring us vanishing. But a child like Du Lin is just beginning to drift with the current. I believe he will lead art to its next greatness. Perhaps many years from now, the music you and I listened to in our youth will be called classical music, while music like that created by a child like Du Lin will become a new trend."

When it comes to the future, old friends are like a piano that can't stop, ding-dong-donging and can't stop.

"You are so optimistic," Constance exclaimed.

"If life isn't optimistic, how can we face this world full of suffering? Look at that kid, Turin, he's experienced so much at such a young age. When I was his age, I hadn't even learned how to be jealous." At this point, Constance's old friend sighed and took out a silver-topped cigarette case. "Want a cigarette? Turin gave it to me."

"I seem to have seen a lot of cigarette boxes like this. Even the dwarf sheriff at Sulem Forest Farm has one." Constance remembered why she felt familiar with this cigarette box.

"Of course, almost every old man he knows has a box of cigarettes like this, and his messenger replenishes our tobacco every month." At this point, he used a lighter to light cigarettes for himself and Constance, and watched the second performance on the stage: "Tell me, how come this kid's talent has never been fully realized?"

"Maybe if he's busy elsewhere, he won't have much time to devote to art," Constance thought.

"Then he should stop being so busy elsewhere. He can step forward when this land truly needs him to save it, but if it's just a small matter, I suggest Mr. Du Lin devote his limited time to art. If one person tries to do everything, it will be too much of a torment." The old friend said this and turned to look at Constance. "Speaking of which, what do you think of what Du Lin has done?"

(End of this chapter)