Durin's Diary

Chapter 124: Whipped by the Torture Instrument Called Trust
The accident in the morgue was not a small matter. After all, no one in the system had ever seen a dead person who was asked five questions refuse to return to the Dead Sea and get up to eat living people.

For this, Du Lin received compensation of 5,000 gold notes - which was considered to be the compensation for Qi Xie's player and this incident.

Five thousand was a considerable sum of money for Du Lin. After receiving the money and drinking honey water, Du Lin rested in the hall while listening to several of Fischer's subordinates arguing there.

The half-elf wrote 'Noble' on the blackboard and looked at his colleagues. "Noble, that must be the name of one of these guys."

"I don't think so. We have never confirmed such call signs. There are many call signs representing their real occupations, such as newsboy, cigarette vendor, and waiter." The dwarf changed his previous smooth talk and spoke seriously.

"Indeed, the call sign 'Gentleman' is nothing on our side, but it sounds bad on their side. Just like us, we don't use the call sign 'Secret Keeper'." A secret policeman said this. He was a middle-aged man who died young and his hairline receded all the way to the back of his head.

Du Lin heard from Jack Leonard that the newsboy died because of the waiter. He asked Du Lin to publish this news in the advertisement column in the lower left corner of the third page of Wisdom Daily. The newsboy should be Jack's call sign, and the waiter should be Fred Rick's call sign.

So what about Peck Grosh? What is the relationship between him and Peck Nash, whom Dulin had met before?

Is he a doctor too?

The title of "Gui Ren" is definitely not him. If it were him, Du Lin should not see the title of "Doctor", just like Jason used the title of "Mentor" - Mentor is definitely not a title, but his mentor in the true sense. He respects his mentor, so he would not use the title of "Doctor" in the organization to call his mentor.

What about Winston? He is also a waiter. What's going on?

Du Lin's curiosity was completely aroused.

So when Dwarf Big Toe came over to add honey water to himself, he asked him about the call sign.

"Callsigns? That's normal, just like my big toe is my callsign. The half-elf's callsign is 'Grain'. We usually call Director Fisher 'Boss'." The dwarf smiled and introduced Durin, "These crazy people of the Northerners are a large organization. Their callsigns are more numerous and more strict. For example, the Secret Keeper we mentioned is actually the callsign of the local head of the Northerners, while the Night's Watch is the only callsign. The Doctor is the callsign of special members of the Northerners, the Inquisition is the callsign of the Northerners' field office, and the Agent is the callsign of the assassins directly under the Night's Watch."

The big toe spoke a lot in a very confident manner, which helped Du Lin to clear up his confusion.

"Thank you." Du Lin smiled at the big toe in front of him.

"You're welcome, kid. You've worked really hard today." Big Toe said and returned to the venue.

After drinking the honey water, Du Lin stood up and prepared to leave.

Fisher followed and, as a friendly gesture, chose to send Dulin out.

Walking out of the door that Fisher opened for him, Du Lin squinted his eyes. It was late spring and early summer, and the sun was returning, but he could still feel the chill.

When they walked out the door, Fisher took out some change and said, "Take the bus back. Sorry, young man, I have to let you go home by yourself."

"It's okay, I want to take a walk too."

Du Lin replied with a smile - he had to go to the newspaper office as soon as possible.

For the sake of my sister who I have only met once but has a kind face and a soft heart.

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After watching Durin leave, the dwarf looked at Fisher and said, "Boss, according to the rules, I have to follow."

"Do you think a duke's child would go with the rebels?" Fisher said as he walked towards the gate. "Go ahead, but let me be frank. This kid is no longer the same. He might even have that half-elf swordsman from the Corleone family watching him. If he thinks you're a bad guy and cuts you into pieces, I won't pay for your funeral."

"Damn, boss, I've followed you for so many years, and you won't even give me this little money." The dwarf gave up the idea of ​​following him and started to follow his boss, and began to complain along the lines of his boss's thoughts.

"A guy who killed himself with stupidity doesn't deserve funeral expenses, but I can spend some of my own money to buy you an urn and put you together with those unfortunate people who can't afford a grave. After all, urns in the cemetery are free."

"And if one day the wooden shelf is damaged by bugs and falls down, I will end up in the same rut with those poor fellows. You have such a cruel heart, boss." The dwarf complained harshly.

"Don't worry, the wooden shelf will probably live longer than a human like me." Fisher reached out and stroked the dwarf's head, then laughed.

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Du Lin turned into the alley, walked for a distance, and after confirming that no one was following him, he first pulled a portal and destroyed it, and then transformed into an old man.

As he walked towards the exit, he reached into his pocket, pulled out his cigarette case, took out a cigarette, and put it to his lips.

Taking out a windproof lighter and lighting a cigarette, Durin walked out of the alley and almost bumped into a half-elf in a tuxedo.

"I'm sorry, old man. I was too impatient," the half-elf said, glancing down the alley. Then he looked at Durin. "It's okay. I wasn't paying attention," Durin said, smiling as he opened his cigarette case. "Want a cigarette?"

"Thank you, I don't smoke." He said this as he walked into the alley with a frown.

Is he following me?
Durin was a little confused, but he couldn't confirm the identity of the half-elf in front of him. He instinctively felt that this guy was quite strong.

In order to avoid suspicion, Du Lin stopped squinting. And for safety reasons, Du Lin chose to leave.

It’s okay. I’ve recorded this guy’s facial features. I can remind you if he appears in your sight again.

Du Lin felt relieved by Daju's assurance.

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The half-elf stood in the middle of the alley. He sniffed the air and found that the scent of his young master was fading away in the somewhat corrupt air.

Although the old man just now gave him the feeling of being a very dangerous existence, he was not a high-level transcendent, let alone a spellcaster. It was impossible for him to capture the young master silently - the instantaneous explosive power of the Five-Ring Candle Dragon Sorcerer was enough to destroy this alley.

The half-elf frowned.

The whole world suddenly turned into a world made up of light spots.

A tiny child made of light walked into the alley, and when he was halfway there, he raised his hand, made a movement, and then disappeared.

Portal!

The half-elf put away his extraordinary abilities.

The young master discovered that someone was following him, so he opened a portal to get rid of them.

This is really an unexpected disaster. I even made such a big promise in front of the eldest young master, saying that I would definitely protect the young master. What a shame.

Thinking of this, the half-elf smiled and looked at the two men in black who turned into the alley. He put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"Who are you, you have been keeping my young master hanging since the beginning?"

One of the men in black glanced at his companion.

The latter sighed and slowly took out his ID from his pocket: "I'm from the Royal Intelligence Bureau. According to the procedures, everyone who enters the secret police headquarters must be under observation."

"The secret police didn't follow, so why did you follow us? Get out of here." The half-elf said with a "Pah" sound.

"Why?" asked the latter.

"Alright then, go ahead. I'm going to see Robert now and tell him that his second son is following the Corleone family's only grandson. Or, to put it more seriously, stalking the heir to the Elsh family is a very serious diplomatic incident."

"Who the hell are you?" the younger subordinate said arrogantly.

"Spencer, the butler of the Corleone Mansion, I have a say with the ambassadors of the three elven embassies. It is not difficult for me to meet your Majesty, so if you still don't believe me, you can try my sword." After saying this, the half-elf took a deep breath.

The sword is not unsheathed, but the cold is biting.

"Uh, I'm sorry, Lord Spencer, my companion was too presumptuous. I will return the same way with your advice." After the elder said this, he immediately grabbed the subordinate who wanted to argue and turned away.

The half-elf watched them go and finally sighed, looking at his reflection in a nearby puddle.

Spencer, we are indeed old. One hundred and thirty-seven years have passed, and we have unknowingly grown old to the point where young people don’t even know who we are.

Everyone says that short-lived species are pitiful, but long-lived species... are actually just poor creatures who will one day wait for death alone.

　I'm trapped in the purgatory called loyalty
　　Whipped by the torture instrument called trust
　　This represents a change in Durin's mentality. Before today, he looked down on Northernism and felt that there was an insurmountable barrier between what he understood and Northernism.

　　But the young man used his annihilation to tell Du Lin that it was not true.

　　There will always be some people who face life and death for this land and billions of lives.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)