Durin's Diary

Chapter 79 Walking on the Road

Was this a compliment? Du Lin didn't know, but regardless, to be praised in this way by Lord Alex, a Silver Dragon, Duke Alkin and his family must be honored.

With Sir Alex leading the way, Du Lin didn't have to worry about getting lost. He took Du Lin through the streets and greeted all kinds of people from time to time.

Whether it was a peddler in shabby clothes or a well-dressed gentleman, he could always chat with them.

And these people seemed to have known Sir Alex for a long time.

Perhaps noticing the curiosity in Durin's eyes, the old silver dragon offered an answer: "As golden beings, silver dragons can live for hundreds of years or even longer. They gradually lose their empathy and naturally regard themselves as superior beings. This shouldn't be the case. That's why I make friends with these short-lived creatures. Losing friends is painful, but it's precisely because of this that we remember their joys and sorrows, and understand the truths of life itself."

"Can I do it too?" Du Lin asked curiously.

"Child, you are a Candle Dragon. As a Fantasy, you will live longer, and perhaps even forget the good times you once had." Alex looked at Du Lin. "Elian, like you, is also a Fantasy. That's why I entrust her to you."

"Can she live for a long time?" Du Lin was a little surprised. He had never thought that fantasy species could live for a long time.

"No, she's no match for you. Uccello's Fantasy is still just Uccello, after all. The average lifespan of the Red Feathered Sons is only two hundred years, and this land is plagued by natural disasters, wars, disease, and countless other ways to take away everything a person possesses." Lord Alex sighed. "In the Dragon Seed History Library, there are legends about our ancestors. In their time, dragons were merely servants, the steppe elves were their darlings, and many other races were merely tools. Are you afraid?"

This did not surprise Du Lin.

"I'm not afraid, but I'm very curious about where our ancestors went." Du Lin looked at the ancestors of this world.

"They left. The library doesn't explain the details. I was born after the ancestors left, so I don't know much either. Some ancient dragons who lived long enough might know something, but they always keep their mouths shut." Lord Alex looked at Durin. "We're almost at the Alkin Mansion. Just cross the bridge and walk a little further."

Du Lin followed Sir Alex across the long bridge. When being checked by the patrolman entering the noble area, Sir Alex showed his ID.

"Good afternoon, Sir Alex." An old patrolman came over. He saluted Sir Alex with a smile, then looked at Du Lin.

"My descendant, Durin Ayrsh from Lublin." Alex introduced Durin with a smile.

"Grandson of Duke Elsh, welcome to the human world." The old patrolman saluted Durin and drew the holy emblem of the Twin Mother Goddesses on his chest.

"Hello." Du Lin also greeted the old man with a smile.

After passing the inspection, Sir Alex looked into the distance and asked: "What do you think of this kind of ethnic division among humans?"

"The nobles spontaneously maintain their self-respect and hypocritical superiority, and the common people don't mind joining in the celebration in order to have enough food to eat, but there is no such thing in the Eastern Territory." Dulin spoke frankly - take Anta's mother for example, only in the Eastern Territory could she get away with targeting him like this, in other places, the moon elves who targeted the Duke's heir like this would have grass three feet high on their graves.

"This is why dragons like grassland elves. Grassland elves are weaker than other races, but they know how to unite, understand the difficulties of the future, and know that the survival of civilization is more important than the future of the individual. Only a very few humans have such valuable ethics." Sir Alex sighed.

But Du Lin slightly disagreed: "Humanity has too many concerns. Many of them don't have enough food or warm clothes, and even basic survival is difficult. In such a situation, expecting them to have valuable character is a bit too much to ask."

Sir Alex smiled and said, "Your grandfather never thought this way when he was your age. You are much better than him."

"I have merely stood on the shoulders of giants, witnessing sights never before seen by the elves of the steppes. Without the wisdom of those who came before me, I am but a child ignorant of the ways of the world." Dulin spoke with humility—for in a past life, he had witnessed such great beings in history books, and he deeply understood how, even in times of scarcity, countless people still held onto hope, willingly sacrificing themselves for a better tomorrow. They never bowed to fate, nor compromised with evil, facing sacrifice head-on, unwavering in their endeavors.

Idealists like Fabien may be beaten to a pulp by reality. They may fail, be hurt by traitors, and die, but they and their simple and beautiful ideals should be immortal.

"Well said, child. When do you think this suffering will end?"

“There will never be an end.”

Faced with such a question, Du Lin gave the following answer.

"Why." For the first time, the smile disappeared from Old Silver Dragon's face.

"Because desire never stops, struggle never ends." Du Lin answered firmly.

Sir Alex was silent for a long time. Finally, he stopped in front of a big house and looked at Durin.

"You, child, have such a clear consciousness among all creatures in this world. One day you will definitely wear the thorn ring that represents the Great Elder. Whether it's Filo or others, they will surely recommend you."

"I won't."

Durin's answer once again defied Sir Alex's expectations, but this time he smiled. "Why? Don't you want to contribute to the Eastern Territory?"

"Because politics is the dirtiest game in the world. It doesn't distinguish between right and wrong. Regardless of whether it's right or wrong, I'd rather make a movie than get involved in it." Du Lin straightened his sleeves. "If the Eastern Territory needs my strength to fight evil, I will return without hesitation. But if you ask me to play these damn tricks, I don't want to. I'd rather answer all malicious intent with swords and guns, because it's much simpler that way."

This sentence came from Du Lin's heart. As an assassin, Du Lin knew his own limitations. With knives and guns, he could kill those villains and bastards; but competing with villains and bastards, making him live like villains and bastards, and even becoming more insidious and cunning in order to fight against them... This was too much for him to ask.

Lord Alex rubbed Dulin's head lovingly, then looked at the approaching guard and said, "I'm Alex. Please inform His Excellency Duke Robbie Alkin. This is my business card."

He held out a dragon scale. The young guard took it, somewhat confused, but the older guard snatched it from his hand and handed it back to Sir Alex respectfully, "Sir, please come in. The Duke will be delighted to hear you've arrived."

"Old Paul, I'm glad to see you're still strong and healthy."

After saying that, Sir Alex gestured for Du Lin to follow him.

The old guard saluted Du Lin and said, "Young dragon, welcome to the Alkin Mansion."

Du Lin could feel that the old man was proud of the family he served.

This feeling cannot be faked.

(End of this chapter)