Durin's Diary

Chapter 552: Hard work
The next morning, Du Lin drove his invisible car into the Summer Night Palace. When he found Romil, the boy was smoking at the corner of the stairs.

Du Lin went upstairs and clapped his hands.

Then I watched this guy screaming and rolling down the stairs.

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"Is Summer Night Palace your home? How come you didn't even say hello? I thought it was my uncle or my mother Gala!" Romil, who was saved by Dulin with a healing spell, had a ferocious look on his face. "They say young people shouldn't smoke, it's bad for the lungs. How old am I? My whole family treats me like a slave. How easy is it for me to smoke a cigarette?"

"No, how come you become a beast of burden again?" Du Lin said with a smile.

"What does 'niuma' mean? Is it a foreign word from Changtang?" asked Romil.

"Almost. By the way, let me ask you, what did that old man from the Vincent family say last night?"

"Don't say anything. I wasn't here. My uncle asked me to stay with Poole last night. That's your brother."

"No, why is my brother here?"

"My father invited me. He's looking to import some logs from Switzerland. Also, your blankets are quite good. I heard the people of Chang Tang rave about them, so the royal family wants to get some to see how good they are." At this point, Romil frowned. "You came to me for something so trivial, right?"

"It's not your turn to know about important matters." Du Lin patted his shoulder with a serious look on his face.

Romil was furious, but he finally chose to shut up.

"I just wanted to say hello to you, but you fell like this. Here, this is for you." Du Lin took out a silver box.

Romil's eyes suddenly widened.

"Wow!"

He let out a cry of satisfaction, then took the box and opened it.

"No, why is there sugar in it!" Romil let out a cry of grief typical of a young man.

"You are still young, with plenty of time and a long life ahead of you. Don't learn to smoke every day like adults, otherwise you will get lung cancer in your fifties or sixties, and then you will really die." Du Lin explained.

"Don't you smoke too!" Romil retorted unhappily.

Du Lin sighed, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and pulled out a little black oil stain. "I have the ability to purify my lungs myself, can you?"

Romil was stuck in his shell for a long time, but was finally ruthlessly tamed by Durin's pair of iron hands: "You are so powerful, I admit defeat."

"Okay, take me to see your uncle first. Do you know where he is now?" Du Lin used magic to purify the filth in his hands - it was really garbage taken out from his lungs - although the human world is prosperous, it is also seriously polluted. In Copenhagen that winter, you might die if you breathed less carbon dioxide, not to mention all kinds of dust and ashes.

Why? Simple, because the incineration was done in the city. "How would I know? He's got a series of meetings today, and I don't even know which hall he's in. Why else do you think I'm secretly smoking in a corner like this?" Romil retorted.

"I also want to ask what Vincent's family's reaction is." Du Lin sighed helplessly.

"But I know where Gala's mother is. Let's go."

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Romil took Durin to meet Mrs. Gala in the hall. After hearing the purpose of Durin's visit, Mrs. Gala immediately told Durin that the Vincent family had come forward last night and that their resurrection was not due to the means, but to a broken old instrument. She also said that the Constance family gave them a lot of money and asked him to resurrect his drowned eldest son.

"It doesn't matter even if you become a short-lived person." Du Lin asked curiously.

"Earl Karl himself said that the Constance family might still hesitate about the broken machine in his house. But last night he said that the Constance family had found another piece of ancient technology. After it is assembled, his machine can complete the ritual by sacrificing a person, so that the resurrected person will not be cursed. The eldest son of the Constance family has completed all preparations before the resurrection. The ceremony will be held tomorrow. You don't have to worry about this matter. The royal family will handle it, and I will lead the team myself."

"Alright." It was all free anyway, and there was no question of stealing business. As long as he could keep his hands clean, Du Lin didn't mind. "But how could they have someone proficient in old technology?"

"The Vincent family is indeed the heir of the old times. Their family still has records of the old times. By the way, Du Lin, do you really understand the old technology?" Mrs. Gala's question made Du Lin nod, and he simply summoned Daju and Eleven.

These two little things made Mrs. Gala's eyes widen. "Sure enough, I saw this kind of ancient technology that can make metal balls fly in the air. I haven't personally witnessed the Vincent family's ancient rituals, but I find it terrifying. How can ancient technology exchange one person's death for another's rebirth? This is obviously wrong."

At this point, Madam Gala looked at Durin. "Count Karl said he'll be home soon and hopes you can go meet him. He said if you truly understand old technology, you'll understand his predicament and troubles."

Du Lin nodded: "I know, Mrs. Gala."

Then he was about to get up and leave, but he heard Mrs. Gala's questioning voice: "Du Lin, what do you think of old technology and the old times?"

"As for the ancient technology, its level far exceeds the imagination of the so-called wise men of this era. As for the ancient times, you only need to understand one thing, that is, the people of the ancient times created this land and you and me. To the life of today, they once existed like gods." After saying this, Du Lin stood up and said goodbye to Mrs. Gala.

Romil followed him out, his face filled with surprise as he looked at Durin, bewildered. "Is what you just said true? Did the ancient civilization really create us like gods?"

Du Lin fired a lie detection shot at himself. "The Twin Mother Goddesses were raised by an Old One. Her death prevented an alien invasion, and she guided the Twin Mother Goddesses to become gods. This is the information I can confirm so far, and I think sharing it with you won't harm you. However, there are some things you can't control, and telling you would only harm you."

The pattern under Du Lin's feet changed for a long time and finally turned into a circle.

Romil opened his mouth wide and couldn't utter a word for a long time.

"Think positively. At least the original creator you believe in is a true god."

The circle under Du Lin's feet fluctuated for a while, but eventually turned into a circle.

Patting Romil's shoulder, Dulin smiled and said, "You must remember, Romil, the truth is in the hands of the strongest life."

(End of this chapter)