Durin's Diary

Chapter 609: Clear as a Mirror
"I feel like Reed is like a child who has walked into a horror amusement park. She is naive in watching everything that is happening before her eyes, and she naively believes that in this environment of mud and sand, there is still someone who can remain unscathed."

As soon as Dulin walked into the bedroom, Anta, who was sitting on the windowsill, complained to him.

Looking at her, Durin walked to the windowsill. "She is indeed a child, an innocent girl. She didn't plead for others, but was thinking of Una... But fate has already arranged everything for everyone. As a child of the royal family, if things really come to that, how can Una escape it? Romil can still use his identity as the Duke's son to get away with it, but Una, as a descendant of a prince, can't escape it."

"What if she could give up her royal status?" Anta asked.

Du Lin shook his head: "What about her husband? Can she give up her husband, or is her husband willing to give up his identity?"

Du Lin's question made Anta sigh.

"I don't know what the world will become next, but I believe that no one wants to see it become chaotic." Looking at the harbor outside the window, Anta whispered.

"No one wants to see the world collapse. Everyone is a paperhanger, but many people's skills are not good enough." Du Lin reached out and stroked Anta's head.

"What about you? Would you be a good paperhanger?" Anta looked at Dulin.

"It doesn't matter whether I'm a good paperhanger or not, nor does it matter what future generations will think of me. What matters is how the mortals of this era view me, and whether I can bring them a peaceful and trouble-free life."

Happiness is too luxurious for mortals, so luxurious that even Durin did not dare to express it too much in his works. But even so, mortals of this era still feel that the mortals in Durin's works are very happy.

Because they don’t have enough to eat and enough clothes to wear.

It is the newest, most powerful and most hellish thing, but it cannot be a joke.

"Dulin, what can we do?"

"Do everything possible to help those who should be helped. If bloodshed is necessary, do everything possible to minimize it. The story of military orphans has lasted for a hundred years, and every year young people lose their families to this. This shouldn't be right. The Clegane family is to blame. To unite the military, they condoned and even supported the military's actions, and they didn't comment on the nobles' actions. This shouldn't be right."

Dulin's answer made Anta silent again.

Finally, the hesitation faded from her eyes. "This is what the Northerners call revolution, right? If this can't be called resistance, then the misfortunes endured by generations of military orphans are nothing more than a part of a story, a set of historical data. If this is the future, then we must destroy it."

This is who I consider to be my fellow traveler.

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The next day, Dühring received an inquiry from Sidney. Although as the Duke of Lublin and Protector of the Austrian-Swiss region, Dühring could ignore the inquiry according to the convention.

But considering that the other party was facing a joint questioning by the Sulem Forest Farm and the Department of Homeland Security, Du Lin did not want to give the entire Western Land people the impression that Master Du Lin still had the temper of a master.

Eventually he arrived with Melinda.

This is to give the other party face.

Next, Du Lin will have to save his face himself.

As soon as he came out of the portal, Durin raised his hand lightly, and the ruins not far away began to "clean up" by themselves - under the gaze of countless eyes around, the entire clock tower was repaired, and the damaged clock tower was rebuilt in just a few seconds.

Then creepers began to grow on the wall of the bell tower, and the bird landed in the nest that had been prepared long ago, and was very satisfied with this God-given nest.

Du Lin reached out and caught a few goblins. The elemental creatures were surprised, but with Du Lin's help, they quickly returned to the goblin world. The two directors were at the tea table nearby, neither standing nor sitting.

Du Lin walked towards them.

At this moment, roots broke through the ground and began to transform the scene, making the benches more suitable for people to sit on and filling the tables with snacks.

There were also vines growing from the roots, which brought a fruit into Du Lin's hand.

Du Lin sat on the rocking chair, casually threw the fruit on the table, and pointed at it: "The fruit of the World Tree, anyone want to eat it? After eating it, you must tell the truth within ten minutes. Those who tell the truth after ten minutes can live a lifetime without illness or disaster."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to enjoy this fruit." The director of the Sulem Forest Farm sighed.

"Me too. I wonder who's brave enough to want to eat it." Another one looked around and smiled.

At this time, old Royce stood up. The old dog reached out and took the fruit, rubbed it on his chest, and then bit it.

Du Lin laughed: "You are so bold."

"I'm almost seventy years old. I'm the oldest dog in the history of Sulem Forest Farm. What do I have to be afraid of?" The old man said as he sat down on the rocking chair that Du Lin had set up for him.

"Alright, Directors, if you have any questions, feel free to ask. But let me be frank with you. If you still want me to eat the fruit, I'll have no choice but to kill you all. I have as many secrets in my head as you do, not fewer."

"Of course. I believe no one would be crazy enough to let you eat this kind of fruit." At this point, the old director looked at Du Lin and said, "No one wants to see this happen. The murderer used a gun from the Northern Territory, so this can't be traced back to you. But these days, there are really not many shooters who can hit a target from 2,500 meters and hit it on the first try. Do you have any ideas?"

"That's right. Nowadays, I can count on my fingers the number of people who can hit a target from two thousand meters away with their first shot." Du Lin said, waving his hands again. "But I'm sure that this shot wasn't fired by Melinda. As for the others, I'm not so sure."

"Mrs. Melinda really didn't have time to make this move, so we came to you to narrow the scope."

"But I dare not narrow the range, because it will really offend people." Du Lin said as he began to count on his fingers. From a young master from a sharpshooter family in the North who could just hit the target at 3,000 meters in clear weather this month, to several of Melinda's apprentices who could hit the target at 2,500 meters.

In the end, Du Lin gave them twelve goals.

Isn't it said that you can break it out with your fingers?

This time it was Eleven's turn to be unable to understand.

But this time, medical expert Da Ju also defended Du Lin.

·Just tell me whether toes are fingers or not.

Eleven was stunned for a moment, then chuckled.

Obviously, even AI has to admit that toes are still fingers.

"That's good, it's better than looking for a needle in a haystack." The two directors looked at each other and both felt that Mr. Du Lin had been a great help this time.

(End of this chapter)