Durin's Diary

Chapter 1051 This is where it comes from

The Northern Kingdom, just as Dulin had experienced, still had a summer with a sudden chill in early spring.

He stroked the little snow leopard in his arms, the little guy nestled obediently on Dulin's shoulder, looking at the cemetery in front of him.

Dulin is now standing at Robert Walter's grave.

At that time, Dulin faced covetousness from all sides. In his view, staying in Lublin was nothing more than a matter of survival, so he might as well step out of that small world and seek a surprise victory.

In Copenhagen, he met many people, including this old man.

He is the master of this kingdom, the master of Copenhagen, an old friend of old Isch, and an old man who has kept the secret for sixty years.

Everything he said to Dulin in his study was something Dulin could never forget.

Life is like a long night, and the long night will eventually end. In the final stage of his life, he chose to believe in Dulin and handed the cane to Dulin.

Dulin didn't know why he trusted him so much. Perhaps he sensed something in Dulin's surroundings—a similar secret identity and background, and a belief in ideologies that others considered impractical.

Smiles can deceive, words can lie. Demeanor can be imitated, but true feelings cannot be fabricated.

He may have sensed Dulin's regret about this film.

Their sacrifices, a century later, are only sentences in books. No one can truly understand their hearts, why they died, or why they made such a sacrifice.

The narrative of Northernism's emancipation of serfs is not grand enough. Only by making a vow to liberate all mankind from a more terrible and evil force can Northernism be called a truly remarkable ideology.

But they still need time to mature.

They need to understand for themselves what truly terrifying and evil exists.

Dulin has already mentioned the name of this being. If they are smart enough, they will definitely hide themselves well, just like Dulin did in his previous life.

But Dulin didn't think that people from this world would hide.

Therefore, the two sides will definitely have another battle in the future.

But all of this was no longer relevant to Robert Walter; the Night's Watchman had already completed his mission.

Thinking of this, Dulin patted the little snow leopard in his arms, then turned and left.

………………

No one here remembers Dulin anymore, and Dulin doesn't think these mortals will remember him either.

However, this is for the best. Although some people will be watching Dulin, they will only think that he may be a dragon from the East. With the idea that it is better to avoid trouble, they will not come over.

Dulin arrived at the entrance of the art academy. The students here have changed several times, and Mrs. Salyn and Dean Sean have both passed away. Naturally, no one would recognize Dulin.

Then there was the small building where I used to live.

This place has been renovated. When Dulin came, the gate was locked, and he didn't know if anyone lived there.

Old Ron's house next door had been demolished and incorporated into the courtyard of this house. Dulin stood by the wall, which was half-high, just right for Dulin to peek over and take a look.

This courtyard features a breastwork made of red bricks fired at a brick factory near Copenhagen. Moss grows in the gaps between the bricks, perhaps to keep small animals out of the yard—after all, Copenhagen is home to weasels, raccoons, and 20-pound spotted pigs. However, this wall, originally intended to keep small animals away, has now become a battleground for ivy—these vines have covered the entire wall with their tendrils, their leaves piled up like waves on top, rippling in the wind.

On the side facing the road, there is an iron gate. The gate is quite new, which proves that this small building definitely has an owner.

If that were all, it wouldn't be anything special. What's truly captivating are the several wicker boxes placed at the base of the wall.

In the leftmost box, tomatoes were growing. The seedlings had reached the top on the thin wooden frame, and there was still some dew on the red fruit skin.

In the central wicker basket, there were long green leaves—carrots, which the people of Copenhagen didn't like, but the visitors from the Central Union did—which allowed Dulin to understand where the new guests staying here really came from.

The two boxes on the right are filled with large cabbages.

A square earthenware jar sat to one side, its water likely sourced from the sky. Scraps of a wicker basket held some chives planted directly in the soil, while a tin bucket nearby held homemade compost, with rotting vegetable scraps and fallen leaves brewing something at the bottom.

However, since it's far away, there's not much of an unbearable smell.

Several pieces of clothing were hanging on the clothesline. Du Lin recognized them as belonging to the art academy, but it just goes to show that everyone has their limits.

Perhaps because he had been watching for a while, the little snow leopard in Dulin's arms noticed the orange cat hiding in the corner, and the latter stared intently at the little thing in Dulin's arms, struggling between whether to laugh or not.

In the end, Dulin made the choice for it, and he left with the snow leopard cub in his arms.

Walking along the main road and through the side streets, you'll find stalls on both sides displaying all kinds of fruits and vegetables.

Dulin felt a pang of nostalgia—back when he was here, he would either come with Melinda to buy groceries or with Xia Li.

This place was once a stop for him, but eventually people have to move forward, and some things, once missed, are missed forever.

Most importantly, almost no one in this city remembers Dulin anymore.

Fate makes people wander aimlessly; this is pretty much the situation described.

Finally, Dooling arrived at Higgins Yutari's doorstep.

Just like when Dulin was there, the gate was locked, but the guards at the gate looked at him with some hesitation—although they did not recognize Dulin, Dulin's appearance told them that the man in front of them was not someone to be trifled with. After all, the man in front of them was a truly powerful bloodline of the East. If a fight broke out, the man in front of them might not be in any danger, but they would definitely die at the very beginning.

So Dulin finally smiled and said, "Higgins shouldn't be home. If I remember correctly, he goes to the Everburn Nest every year around this time."

Someone who knows young Master Higgins!

The guard immediately smiled – if he knew the young master and was right, then he couldn't be a bad person.

“You’re right, the young master is indeed not home. If you want to find him, you should go to the Nest of Eternal Flame.”

"I wasn't looking for him, I just happened to be passing by your gate today and felt a bit sentimental," Du Lin said, handing two packs of cigarettes to the two guards before leaving amidst their thanks.

Walking down the street, Dulin sighed – so this is what it feels like to be forgotten. After all, the two guards had seen Dulin before and would even call him "Young Master Dulin" affectionately.

There is always a trade-off; nothing in this world is more or less true than that.

(End of this chapter)