Soon Mrs. Kersma appeared in Dorin's sight to save the stalemate, she wiped her hands on her apron, ran to Dorin's side, looked at him carefully, slapped his three-hundred-and-sixty clothes and left some slight marks, and took him by the hand and pulled him into the room.

"If there's anything, let's talk about it after eating. ”

It was the first time in the last two years that Durin had eaten at home, and he had been running outside for the past two years, and he hadn't even returned to Alfalfa Town during the Chinese New Year. In the past, Mr. Kersma would say a few words to him and let him come back for the New Year, but now he doesn't say it, and even if he says Durin, he may not be able to come back.

Sitting at the table, the whole family was there, except for Mason and Merlin, but there was one more Dufo, which was a bit strange. He glanced at the two children, then at Alyssa, and decided not to speak, but to eat.

On the way, Mr. Kersma wanted to say something, but was glared back by Mrs. Kersma, and had no choice but to give up.

After the meal the women were cleaning up the table, and Mr. Kersma and Durin went to Mr. Kersma's room, for which he disdained to furnish the aristocratic things of the study.

"Why do you want to marry the daughter of a nobleman?", Mr. Kersma took out a pinch of sun-dried tobacco from the cigarette ribbon around his waist and stuffed it into his pipe, lit the fire, took two puffs, and asked, "I have been fighting with the nobles for more than ten years, and now you want to marry the daughter of the nobles, which will make people laugh at me." The father is a hero, but the son has become a lackey......", Mr. Kersma has never been soft-mouthed when it comes to children who mock him.

Du Lin threw his clothes on the bed, unfastened the cufflinks and pushed open the window, half-sat on the windowsill and lit a cigarette, and replied with a smile, "I will not be a lackey of the nobility, but the times are different, some roads are impassable, and you have spent more than ten years proving that this road is not working, so why should I spend as much time as possible repeating failure?", he retorted emphatically, "Is it just because I can't disgrace you that I have to repeat failure?"

Mr. Kersma's eyebrows were raised, and his hands were a little itchy. Maybe it's because he brought up the two little bastards in Durin, or maybe it's because he's a lot older, and he's not so fond of being rough now. He took a few puffs of his cigarette and glared at Durin to let him continue.

"Do you think that one day, people will call me 'Your Excellency', it will be more effective than your method?", this is the first time that Durin confides in Mr. Kerma, who has never told him that he wants to be the ruler of this empire, and even told Kevin that he wants to be Prime Minister with a certain amount of joke. This idea is currently known to only a very small number of people, such as Dufo.

Every boy, or man, rarely confides in his father, and in every child's psyche, no matter what his father does, what he has achieved or not, he will be a hero in the child's mind.

In the face of the greatest hero in their lives, even if the children have a magnificent dream, it is difficult to say, perhaps because of worship so they feel that their ideals are not great, but when they begin to say what they want to express in their hearts, they will become high-spirited, thinking about speaking their ideals and pursuits in front of the most important and greatest people in their lives, showing their wonderful lives, hoping to be recognized.

Durin straightened his spine and stood up, he took a few steps back and forth, and as he walked, he said, "Giving people happiness and the right to live freely, without oppression and exploitation, this is an impossible thing to do, but I will still do it seriously, to work hard for this impossible goal, but it is definitely not to destroy." Destruction cannot bring about the progress of civilization, but only can bring destruction and make society more barbaric, and history has proven this. ”

"Becoming Prime Minister is only my first step, I still have a lot of things to do, and I have more ambitions and ideals, but no matter which one I want to achieve, I need to have a stable foundation, and that foundation is the support of mainstream society. ”

"Marrying the daughter of a nobleman can allow me to overcome the most insurmountable difficulties at present, save me from years and more years of hard work, and have more time to prepare to change the world. ”

"Times are different, Father, people may be afraid of violence, but they will not submit to the domination that violence brings, they will fear, but they will also hate, and when the hatred ferments to a certain extent, it will explode. ”

"I don't know if you've heard the saying that the strongest castles always fall from the inside, and they use all kinds of means to build castles that can't be conquered, so what I'm doing now is to blend in. ”

"They thought they could control me and turn me into an obedient dog, but I would eventually make them understand that wolves will never become dogs, and wolves are meant to eat people. ”

"It may be a difficult choice for you to adapt to, but it's the best option right now, I hope you can trust me and watch the world change little by little, as close as possible to what we want it to be!"

Mr. Kerma thought for a moment, and replied with a smile, "If it had been twenty or thirty years ago, I would have killed you......", Durin shrugged his shoulders, he knew that Mr. Kersma had not finished speaking, "but now that I am old, you have become stronger!", he said and fell into silence, and after a long moment raised his head slightly, and snorted softly. I try to believe that your choice is the best way to go, and if one day you let me find out that you have become a lackey of the nobles, I will slaughter you and bury you in the back of the house. ”

"Finally I will write on your tombstone that this is the grave of a dog. ”

Durin smiled and licked his lips, "What about you?"

"What's wrong with me?", Mr. Kersma, confused at first, then furious, pointed to the bedroom door and roared, "Get out, now!"

"Okay!"

Soon Durin learned from Mrs. Kersma why his two sons called themselves "bastards", and the biggest hero was Mr. Kersma, who always pointed to Durin's picture and told the two little bastards that this was their father, a big bastard, or a bad pus-shedding kind, which left a very deep impression on the young hearts of the two children, the terrible kind.