Durin's Diary

Chapter 1050 Three Gorges

Dulin carried the snow leopard cub out of the portal.

At this moment, the cemetery is deserted. The two tombstones in front of me belong to a mentor and his adopted son.

Jason Kane and Jack Leonard.

A mathematical genius, a Northernist assassin, and his adopted son, who is determined to walk the path of suffering.

They were the most unyielding people Dulin had ever met since he came into this world; even his father was ranked after them.

This is why Dulin always felt that Northernism was wrong, yet also felt that having such members was the most romantic aspect of the ideology.

Northernism has many flaws, but its members, through their sacrifice and bloodshed, have shown everyone that Northernism is indeed the most unique entity on this land to date.

To Dulin's surprise, there was a pot of flowers in front of Jack Leonard's memorial, sky blue with five small petals.

With a thought, Du Lin instantly transformed the entire cemetery into a dotted line, and a silver dragon lady appeared before the tombstone. She stood there, quietly gazing at the tombstone.

It was his sister Yelena. After all these years, she still couldn't forget the young man named Jack.

He lives in her memory, in her story, and in her heart.

But he died in the end, on a day that Dulin never knew.

If Daju were here, she would definitely say that Yelena is a fool, and that people should always look forward.

Yes, people always have to look forward, but some people just can't get over it no matter what, like Yelena, who still remembers that young man whose appearance has faded from her memory.

He sighed and waved his hand to dispel the spell.

At this moment, perhaps someone discovered the traces of the spell, and soon, a cemetery guard appeared beside Dulin, looking at him respectfully: "I didn't expect it to be you, Mr. Dulin."

He was the secretary of Sicily, a semi-legendary figure, and he even knew Dulin, which made Dulin very happy—with such a factual example, Dulin could be sure that his girls would not forget him.

However, there is one similarity: the young man who just saw Dulin did not recognize him.

The old Party Secretary looked embarrassed: "I'm really sorry, Mr. Du Lin, the young man didn't recognize you, even though he met you a few years ago."

“It’s alright. These young people may never have seen me before. Everyone has their own social circle. I’m not their father, so there’s no need for them to remember me,” Dulin replied with a smile.

After laughing, he looked at the potted plant again: "My sister came by, didn't she?"

“Yes, Mr. Dulin, Miss Yelena, as always, came alone and left alone.” At this point, the old man paused for a moment: “I heard that there are young men pursuing her in the eastern territory.”

Dulin did not answer, but simply nodded silently in agreement.

Fate cruelly separated her and him. Dulin didn't want his sister and mother to live such a lonely and miserable life, but... he couldn't force them to live a life they didn't want.

People are free, and they need to make their own choices about their path.

“Mr. Dulin, please persuade your sister. It’s really inappropriate for her to come here wearing a black veil. She and Jason weren’t even married. In Sicily, she doesn’t even have the right to dress like this. It’s not that I want to interfere, but I just feel that it’s wrong for a young woman to be with a dead young man, Mr. Dulin.”

“I also think it shouldn’t be like this, but I have no right to interfere with her. In any case, I will support my sister.” Dulin sighed softly as he said this. He stroked the little snow leopard in his arms, and finally handed a box of snacks to the old man, then opened a portal: “I have to go see other people now, sorry.”

“If Jack and Jason knew that Mr. Dulin could come, they would be overjoyed. Fate made their lives full of ups and downs, but in the end, it gave them the opportunity to reunite. For Northerners, this is a very luxurious ending.” The old secretary sighed at this point: “Goodbye, Mr. Dulin.”

"Goodbye, and I wish you a long life." Dulin shook hands with him sincerely.

After Du Lin stepped into the teleportation portal, the old secretary sighed and called the young people over: "What's wrong with you all? How could you forget Mr. Du Lin's easily recognizable features, such as his long, thin tail and rounded dragon horns!"

"But Secretary, it's not just me, we've all forgotten!" The young man who walked over pointed behind him with an embarrassed expression.

The old Party Secretary looked in the direction he was pointing, where the cemetery caretaker and patrolling guards stood there with awkward expressions.

The old Party Secretary shook his head and sighed, "I understand."

He walked towards the exit of the cemetery, got into his car, and asked curiously as the driver started the engine.

"Rudolph, do you still remember Dulin?"

“Dulin, I don’t remember, but I think I’ve heard his name before. Is he that legendary gentleman from the Eastern Territory?” the middle-aged man in the driver’s seat asked.

The old secretary nodded, then paused for a moment before finally looking at the werewolf girl sitting in the passenger seat: "And you, Maria?"

She thought for a moment, then shook her head and nodded again: "I think I've heard this name before, but maybe it was mentioned when I was chatting with my classmates. After all, he was a king."

The old secretary looked at him with amusement. He reached out and patted the driver on the back: "Go to the teleportation center. I just remembered I need to see Secretary Sora and Secretary Ace."

"Okay, I'll take you there right away." After saying that, the driver started to turn the car around.

Turning around was correct, and the vehicle's route was also correct.

This relieved the old Party Secretary somewhat—if his driver, who had been with him for over twenty years, had taken the wrong turn again, he really didn't know if he would have to jump out of the car.

You can say you have a bad memory if you forget Mr. Dulin, but... the old secretary looked at the werewolf girl in front of him.

How could you forget Mr. Dulin, who lived with you for quite some time?

This isn't right. It's definitely not her fault. The old secretary kept telling himself that something was strange about this matter. As the secretary of Sicily, he was here to retire, but at the same time, Northernism entrusted Sicily to him because he was a legend who risked his life for the cause. Even if he was just here to retire, he would stand guard until the very end.

There's something very strange about what happened today; it's impossible for every young person to have forgotten who Dulin is.

When the vehicle stopped at the teleportation center, he got out and walked towards the teleportation array. Out of curiosity, he looked at the old mage who was in charge of activating the teleportation array today—he was a half-legendary mage who had lived longer and was stronger than the young man.

Do you know Dulin?

"How could I not know? This young man is amazing. He's from a noble family, he's made so many great movies, he's young and rich, and his life is more exciting than yours or mine."

The old Party Secretary smiled.

“Yes, compared to you and me, his life has been far more extraordinary,” he replied.

(End of this chapter)