Durin's Diary

Chapter 69 Past
The next morning, Higgins, who went to the court to inquire about the news, brought back the news that the murderer was sentenced to pay compensation of 2,000 gold marks and to increase his military service by one year.

Du Lin didn't know whether such punishment was fair and just in the human world, but from Higgins' tone on the phone, he didn't think it was fair.

Because he ridiculed the many officials in the court of the Northern Kingdom, commenting that "pigs can behave better than them by doing nothing."

Looking at Fabien's smile in the photo frame above the fire, Durin finally made a decision - he put on a gray double-breasted trench coat, which was usually worn by grassland elves during confession. Durin wore it for the first time so that he could pull up the hood when entering the small temple of the God of Vengeance.

This is a ritual for the apprentices of the Tower, representing that he is going to carry out a mission from which he will not turn back.

The blindfolded acolyte of the God of Vengeance walked in front of Durin with a lamp, and Durin followed behind her. This long corridor was called the Corridor of Confession. The believers of the God of Vengeance would issue pardons for their friends in this corridor. If the avenger saw his pardon, he would not have to carry out his revenge plan.

At the same time, if the avenger abandons the plan, he must turn around and leave. If he does not look back in the corridor, the plan must be carried out in full, unless the God of Vengeance believes that an external force has completed the revenge or the target is convicted by the law.

In the corridor, Du Lin saw a name - Jean Mayer.

I will forgive all the evil deeds done by my friend Robert Walter. He was so naive and short-sighted that he thought that if the sun and the moon were changed, people all over the world would be able to have peace and joy... How was it possible? He forgot that if the sun and the moon were changed, all this would be in vain. The sacrifices of the predecessors would be in vain, and the future generations would one day need to shed each other's blood for their ideals... May the gods and future generations have mercy on my friend, and may this short-sighted man be able to forgive himself in his lifetime.

Interesting...isn't it?

With this thought in mind, Durin came to the small statue of the God of Vengeance and put the paper with his friend's name on it into the fire.

This ritual represents a mortal's willingness to pray to a foreign god for his friend, just to avenge a blood debt from this imperfect world.

So, Du Lin submitted two papers this time.

One is for Tony, his new friend; the other is for Fabien, his old friend.

"The lover of the God of Vengeance, Madame Polka from a foreign land has set her sights on you. Young life, your road ahead is bumpy, but life is like chess, one must not regret a move." The deacon looked at Durin. Her sight was blocked by the blindfold, but she could accurately locate Durin's position from the beginning.

The blind maid of the God of Vengeance is a powerful half-step legend.

"Life yearns for justice, but justice does not come, so mortals hold the blade of retribution, only seeking inner peace." After saying this, Du Lin stood up, looked back and walked towards the way he came.

The children in the tower have been listening to stories about rewarding the good and punishing the evil since they were young, because it sounds really pleasant...so they pursue all of this like instinct.

Those who only seek good will always have a long and happy life, and those who only seek evil will always be punished.

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The old man sitting in front of Fischer looked out the window. The sun was shining brightly today. It was a rare sight to have such good weather in Copenhagen in late spring and early summer.

Fisher stood quietly behind His Majesty. The head of the secret police understood the importance of silence. "Tell me, are they bringing shame to humanity?" the white-haired old man stroked the cat in his arms, seemingly asking both the cat and Fisher behind him.

Fisher still didn't answer.

"If he were here, he'd definitely say, Robert, you're still as short-sighted as before. We shouldn't be divided by race, but by good and evil." The old man sighed and said, "Yes, back then I used good and evil as the dividing line and resolutely joined the new camp, just to overthrow the decadent past. Life decays and dies, things decay and wither, and nothing in this world is immortal."

At this point, the old man sighed and lay down in the rocking chair: "But now I think about it, he was right, but I was wrong."

"How could you be wrong, Your Majesty?" Fisher behind him finally spoke.

"We are human, and we make mistakes. When I was young, I naively thought that what I was doing was just like what happened in history, replacing the old dynasty with a new one..." At this point, the old man stroked the cat on his lap: "But as I grow older, I find that I have done something wrong. Their existence is different from everything that has come before in this land. When something decays, they should replace the beams and wood and rebuild a new building, not like I did... I have let down so many people who died, and I have made their sacrifice and suffering a laughing stock..."

Fisher lowered his head and became a good listener.

"...Of my five children, only the fifth inherited my temper and personality, but he's destined not to become the new king." At this point, the founding king sighed, "What a pity! This world is just like what Durin said: desires are unceasing, struggles never cease, and all beauty is determined by individuality. My eldest and second sons have been scheming against each other for years. My death should finally bring about a resolution between them."

The head of the secret police was somewhat skeptical of his Majesty's words, but he was still a good listener.

"But no matter what, it's a good thing that young people are learning to struggle. This means that the new generation still refuses to succumb to fate. They, like us in our youth, are learning to fight fate with their lives, even if it's just to jump a stitch on the loom of the goddess of fate, even if the goddess of fate doesn't care whether anyone fights or not." At this point, His Majesty Robert Walter laughed like a child. "If Durin does anything wrong, cover for him. Remember that, Fisher."

"Yes, your will." Fisher also smiled. "It was Lord Qinlun who delivered the message. He was forced to pass on the news because of the agreement we had with the Elf Territory. I believe he will keep his mouth shut about everything else."

"If he forgets, just tell the blind maiden of the Temple of Vengeance, and someone will come to deal with the traitor. The grassland elves are kind, but they are not so pedantic as to allow traitors to stay in a prison cell, reading, chatting, and drinking afternoon tea." Having said this, he looked at Fisher. "You must also keep an eye on your subordinates. At least don't bite Du Lin like a mad dog like last time. If that happens, I'm afraid no one can save them."

"Of course, don't worry." This time, Fisher agreed. "Last time, someone spoke too much. Now they're sinking to the bottom of the fjord, along with the bucket and cement."

The old man smiled with satisfaction: "Do you know who he is?"

"Duke Alkin's people are going to host a banquet for Dulin tomorrow..." Fisher stopped talking here.

"Speak," his king said simply.

"There are rumors that Duke Alkin is very close to the rebels."

"He's a money-obsessed guy." At this point, the old man, his face full of disdain, sneered, "He and Northernism have nothing in common. Let's just watch his performance."

(End of this chapter)