Durin's Diary

Chapter 564 Present World
Potter, the old walker from the God of Destiny, appeared at the gate of the Everburning Nest early the next morning.

He followed Du Lin to the new farm.

Today's lunch at the farm was some old corn, the kelp soup was very salty, and the shellfish had a little too much sand.

But like Du Lin, he ate all of his share.

"What kind of existence is fate in your eyes?" Old Potter asked Du Lin after a day's work.

"Fate is harsh because it never shows partiality or perverts the law. It treats all lives equally. Everything is merely a test of fate," Du Lin answered. Before standing up, he added, "But I'm different. In my eyes, these children have suffered too much. I see their grievances and suffering. The Twin Mothers say that all lives are equal, and what I want to do is to make this inequality more equal."

"I'm just a mortal, and there's only so much I can do. I just want the children to be happy and have a relatively memorable childhood. It doesn't have to be a childhood without delicious food or motorcycles, but as long as they can smile knowingly when they think of it, that's enough."

After saying that, Du Lin stood up and reached out to touch the children who had completed the promotion one by one.

They all called Du Lin a mentor, and Du Lin accepted it.

At some point, Sir Porter left without saying anything, but the person in charge who saw him off said that the old traveler had a solemn look on his face when he left.

He doesn't think you want to replace him.

Daju muttered.

What's so good about replacing the God of Fate? Durin's kindness is known to everyone. Who would still think he would become the God of Fate? What's so fun about this god?

Eleven shrugged it off.

What the two AIs thought was actually what Durin didn't like.

What's good about the God of Destiny? He talks about fairness, but fate has never been fair from the beginning. Some children have nothing and have to walk all the way up from the bottom of the mine carrying a dime and a basket of rough ore at the age of ten; some children are born into noble families and have lived a life of luxury since childhood.

This is fate.

Du Lin wished he could spit at such a fate.

It’s a pity that Du Lin doesn’t have such ability yet, he still needs to work hard.

Thinking of this, Du Lin took his girl into the portal.

"We'll continue tomorrow, right?" Anta asked.

"Yeah, what's wrong? Do you feel that this kind of life is a bit difficult to endure?" Du Lin asked with a smile.

"How could that be? I don't think there's anything wrong with being with you." Anta mentioned the old traveler, "I just think that Mr. Potter is a little weird."

Du Lin spread his hands and said, "Who knows?"

In Du Lin's view, fate and its travelers should walk in the world with a stern face.

It’s one thing if he doesn’t like them, but fate should just say with a straight face that I have been fair to you.

But Du Lin really didn't like what fate had done.

But then again, this is the God of Destiny after all, not the Lord of Justice. It is normal if things are unfair - who can force fate to be fair to everyone?

impossible.

………………

Porter Joe Wittgenstein pushed open the door of the cafe.

Walking into the cafe called Broken Dreams, the old man sat down at the counter.

An elf who looked somewhat old walked up to him and said, "I haven't seen you with such a bitter face for a long time, old Potter. Tell me, what trouble have you encountered?" "I encountered a trouble a long time ago, a trouble before I was born, before my predecessors walked the earth." Potter finished speaking and knocked on the counter: "Give me a glass of Northern Vodka, with ice, lime juice and ginger juice, as well as a little enthusiasm, a little love, and a little kindness."

"It's been a long time since anyone ordered like this." The old elf said this, and began to mix the cocktail while looking at his little friend. "You said you saw a troublemaker from long ago. Could it be the troublemaker from the east? Wasn't he dead a long time ago?"

"He is dead, but his ideals, his beliefs, and his love for this land have been passed down. Now I see a child who loves this land... My soul trembles. I don't know if I should repeat the path of my predecessor and continue to be his enemy..."

"Why, you, a lackey of fate, would tremble? I don't believe it." The old elf laughed.

"Because you haven't seen what he has done." At this point, Potter lowered his head. He was praying and confessing.

"That has nothing to do with you, Potter. You are pushing yourself too far." said the old elf.

"You don't understand," Potter replied coldly.

His friend did not understand how terrifying fate was. The last time, fate stopped that mortal, but as a result, the priesthood of fate was broken into three pieces. One piece became the current God of Fate, one became the current Goddess of Luck, and the remaining piece disappeared.

Everyone says that the man's soul holds this fragment, and he has been wandering in the endless wilderness. Who dares to go and find out?

Impossible.

The old elf had mixed the wine by now and he placed it before him.

"To Vallava val Kjerag," the old elf said.

Old Porter raised his glass in silence and toasted to everyone sitting or standing against the wall of the bar.

………………

Not many people noticed Potter's dejection, but the news of this fortune teller's loss of composure was spread.

Many people wonder why this person lives such a poor life.

But no one knew, and no one thought to ask.

So it wasn't until the next day, when Old Potter disappeared, that the store revealed its true form.

Many people from different places asked why, and gradually they found an important clue.

Before Porter came to the Broken Dreams Cafe, he went to a place.

A nameless farm in the vast wilderness.

A farmstead registered in the name of Doolin Ayrsh.

Doolin Ayrsh still performs the promotion ceremony at his estate today.

Lord Porter is said to have gone to his home in the north of Savoy.

Lord Durin is fine, and Lord Porter is not dead either.

No one knew what happened, but everyone understood that it all started because he saw him.

As for the answer, it no longer matters.

What's important is that Lord Durin is still performing his ritual, while Lord Potter, the one who runs the destiny, has not been able to complete his trial.

This is actually the answer.

An answer that no one would say, but everyone understands.

(End of this chapter)