Durin's Diary

Chapter 1056 Green as Hair

He saw his past self in this teenager.

He didn't know how to refuse a young man who was willing to be trapped in hell for revenge.

Finally, he reached out and lifted him up with the hand of a mage: "I agree, but after you finish this, you should withdraw from the Austrian-Swiss intelligence agency yourself."

"Thank you, Mr. Dulin!" The boy was so grateful that tears streamed down his face.

But Joseph shook his head: "Sir, we only kill the ringleaders. Stuhlweg is still young, and he is tormented by revenge..." He fell silent at this point, not because Stuhlweg had pushed him, but because Dulin had pulled them into the Grey City.

This is a gift left by the god of vengeance for Durin.

Dulin stood before the empty throne in Gray City and looked at the two young men: “Revenge takes many forms, and there is no clear line between killing and being killed. I had Stuhlweg withdraw from the Austrian-Swiss intelligence agency because I felt that since he thought revenge was more important than anything else, then the management of the military orphans would need a young man like him.”

At this point, Dulin pointed at Joseph: "I know you want to avenge every orphan who died in the night, but have you ever thought that you alone can't even beat that Lady Gala?"

“Her time has come, Mr. Durin,” Joseph said.

“Her time has come. Strange, she’s not that old.” Dulin frowned.

“We don’t know either, but she’s aged very quickly lately. Everyone says that when a legend ages, it means that life is coming to an end. That’s why we say that if we don’t take revenge now, our enemy will probably be dead,” Stuhlweg said.

"Don't worry, I'll go check on things. To be honest, I don't have much time left either." Du Lin said, revealing his true self to the two young men.

"Mr. Dulin, are you about to ascend to godhood?!" Stuhlweg exclaimed excitedly.

Joseph shook his head: "This is not ascension to godhood, Mr. Dulin, what's wrong with you?"

"I am preparing to ascend to become an anonymous figure in this world. That is why I was not alarmed when you told me that some children had forgotten me. I already know my fate. Being forgotten by mortals is my destiny. So I came here this time to give you a chance to take revenge yourself. Otherwise, you will probably only be able to do so after Lady Gala dies."

Legendary status represents an ecological crushing defeat for ordinary extraordinary beings; no one can transcend it.

After hearing Dulin's explanation, Stuhlweg nodded in agreement before Joseph could, saying, "Then please, Mr. Dulin, make the trip for us orphans."

Dulin nodded and led them back to the hall. Then Dulin opened a rift and went inside—it wasn't like he was going back to Changtang in one step, so there was no need to open a portal.

After Dulin left, Joseph looked at Stuhlweg and said, "Are you crazy?! Mr. Dulin has already transcended the realms, how dare you still ask him to do things for us?"

“Because Mr. Dulin is willing to help us, don’t you understand?” Stuhlweg said, plopping down in his chair. “I always thought we needed to wait until Lady Gala’s generation was completely wiped out before we had enough strength to take revenge on them.”

He covered his face and burst into tears as he said this.

Joseph understood his younger brother's thoughts; he hated those people even more than Joseph did.

"Don't worry, I believe we will succeed in our revenge."

He patted Stuhlweg on the shoulder.

Have we, the isolated military forces, finally waited for this day?

... Instead of going directly to the Summer Palace, Dulin went to the residence of Romir van Krighen.

I've heard that this bastard hasn't done anything in the last two years except act as an arms dealer for various factions.

When Dulin arrived, the kid was still half asleep. However, his bodyguards had clearly been warned, so when Dulin emerged from the crevice, he heard the old man, Otto Bear, yelling at the top of his lungs, "It's Zhulong! Don't shoot! It's okay if you die, but don't kill our brothers too!!"

That's true. Dulin knows they're reacting to stress, but Dulin's subconscious reaction is another matter.

Soon, one of Romir's maids came running over. She was quite capable, which was perhaps one of the reasons she hadn't forgotten Dulin.

“Mr. Dulin, please come with me. Lord Romir was busy until the early hours of last night and is still catching up on sleep.”

Dulin nodded: "It's nothing, I just came to catch up with him."

If anyone else came to visit Romir, the maid would probably say that the master was too busy. But Dulin's suggestion to catch up was a way of making Romir proud. The maid clearly understood this, so she led Dulin to Romir's door, unlocked it with her key, and gestured for Dulin to come in.

Then she thoughtfully closed the door behind her.

Having a silencing array is truly remarkable, you bastard. Just how much did you make? Even my old room didn't have this kind of quality. When I was a kid, I had to listen to those little bastards outside my window cursing me for being a bastard every day.

Well, the little bastards didn't fare well either—they were beaten to a pulp by Dulin with a broom.

They're just kids; they can be scolded and hit as they please. Considering that Dulin was forced to fight back, the other parents didn't have much to say.

That happened many years ago.

Dulin sighed as he walked to Romir's bedside.

The kid must have heard something, because he whimpered and reached out to hug Dulin's waist, then pressed his face against hers: "Mimian, what time is it?!"

The coquettishness quickly turned into a scream. Dulin smiled ambiguously—you filthy scoundrel, do you still think the person who came to call you is your maid? Why are you sticking your face so close to hers?

………………

Half an hour later, Romir sat at the small round table on the second floor, looking at Dulin's haggard face: "How could it be you?"

"You're a real beast! That young girl was clearly a spy planted by the Military Intelligence Department next to you, and you still dared to lay a finger on her. I should have sold you to those families in the Eastern Territory back then."

"No, Brother Dulin, you know there's a saying in Changtang: 'One is willing to hit, and the other is willing to be hit.' My relationship with Mimian is very pure."

"Ah, right, you're so disgusting that you're practically rubbing your face against someone's stomach. Romir, you're really disgusting. I need to see if you still have a bounty on your head in the Eastern Territory. I don't want the money, I just want to see you get beaten up."

"Brother, I beg you, brother, please don't do this. If you want to catch up with me, please talk about something else. Don't get me into this mess, okay?" Romir squeaked and knelt down to hug Dulin's leg.

"Then tell me, what exactly is going on with your Gala mother?"

(End of this chapter)