Durin's Diary

Chapter 14 Choice
Outside the gate.

Du Lin stood close enough to hear old Ish sigh as he watched the blood and flesh flying all over the small manor.

He lit a cigarette with the fire offered by the dwarf soldier and walked through the ramshackle manor gate.

The old butler holding a shotgun ran over and said, "Master, you are back! These damned bandits are really desperate to rush in and attack us."

Du Lin looked away with a guilty look on his face, while Old Yi Xu glanced at the corpses of the young and old men scattered all over the village, then glanced at the large thing in the hands of his tall and skinny old butler and his spotless tuxedo: "Yeah, he's really risking his life."

Indeed, Du Lin himself would have done the same - you see, of the nineteen people who climbed over the wall and opened the gate to enter the courtyard, except for eight with intact bodies, the deaths of the remaining ones were more abstract than the previous ones, with either their heads missing, or their waists separated from each other, or most of their bodies missing.

In short, Old Ish took a look at the large-caliber shotgun in the hands of the gardener in his estate, then at the weapon in the hands of the old housekeeper, then at the wall that was somewhat shattered by the bombardment of bullets, and finally looked at Durin who was still carrying the Durin Type 13 prototype gun.

Who is the murderer and who is the victim?

"I'm glad everyone is okay." After confirming that no one was injured, Old Ish thought for a moment and asked his men to drag over the guys who were captured alive.

When they raided the caravan before, they found out that there was an eighth-ring warlock in the caravan, which gave Old Ish a little surprise. But now, this warlock with a long tongue was standing at the intersection of the town, waiting to be hanged like his hundreds of men.

I heard that the whole town is now in an embarrassing situation where there are not enough gallows, and they have to go to the city to transport some.

These guys who had been so stubborn before immediately collapsed after seeing their companions die so miserably - especially when Old Ish said that if they didn't speak up, they would die even more miserably than the guys on the ground.

Mere verbal threats are not as powerful as actual death, right?

Du Lin came over at this time. He listened for a while and frowned: "Are they prisoners of the slave-catching team?"

"I just like smart guys like you." Old Ish nodded with a doting laugh. "Yes, it's a slave-hunting team, probably affiliated with our old neighbor to the west. This time we finally caught him alive. I'll tell the church when I find out who's behind it, and then we'll go meet the mastermind."

Du Lin narrowed his eyes. Old Yi Xu had really taken it for granted. Standing aside, he watched as several survivors refused to reveal the mastermind behind the incident. Their reason was the same: their families were being controlled.

Old Yi Xu was furious. He was about to kill Yi Jingbai when Du Lin walked over.

Old Ish turned his head to look at Du Lin, signaling him to go away with his eyes.

But Du Lin didn't want to leave. After all, the slave-hunting team had exceeded Du Lin's maximum tolerance for villains: "Let me do it."

"Come here, how old are you?" His old grandfather widened his eyes.

"How old are the children who have been harmed by human traffickers in this land? My grandpa, do you think the man-eating devils in this land will have good intentions towards a child just because he is still young?" Du Lin asked back.

At this point in the conversation between the grandson and grandfather, Old Yixu's indifferent face melted. He reached out and patted Du Lin on the shoulder: "You are right. Come on, let me see if you have any good ideas."

Then Du Lin stood in front of the five survivors and smiled brightly. "Hello everyone, I am Du Lin, the grandson of Old Ish and the owner of this manor. Your arrival is not on my visitor list, so I'm sorry, I can only let you kneel like this."

After saying that, Du Lin turned to look at his gardener and said, "Mrs. Margaret, drag the wounded man out."

Mrs. Margaret was a leopard among the beastmen, with a beautiful coat of fur and a big furry tail. She smiled and nodded, walked into the manor, and then dragged out a wounded person in front of everyone's gaze.

"It's Dortmund!" A survivor recognized the identity of the wounded man.

The gardener's wife put the man next to Du Lin. Du Lin pulled out a gun from the holster on his waist, pointed it at the wounded man, and used a bullet to make a hole in his head.

The whole process was smooth and without any hesitation.

When Du Lin fired, the expressions of at least half of the people who looked at him changed. Most of them were police officers and soldiers from the town's police force, especially the soldiers. Just now they were smoking, standing in groups of three or four to watch the excitement, and now they all stood up straight.

You little brats, I killed more people in my last life than you have hanged goblins in this life. After putting the gun safety on and returning it to the holster, Durin smiled at the kneeling men: "I kept him before because I thought having a living person could let me know who you are, so I saved him. But now I have you, so he is no longer important. Do you know why? Because if a lung pierced by a bullet is to be treated with divine magic, it will take at least half a month, cost a lot of money, and require many treatments. In this half month, your boss may have escaped to the overseas colonies of the human world. By then, it will be troublesome to kill his whole family. So all of us can't wait, so we can only let him be your negative example."

After finishing his own words, Du Lin turned to look at Mrs. Margaret. This time, she moved Du Lin's small sofa over, so Du Lin sat down with a smile, then looked at the five captives: "I believe that some of you five will sacrifice for your families, but I also believe that some of you five want to live with your families. The question now is who wants to live and who wants to die."

Some people looked afraid, some were timid, and some even wet their pants.

"You said your families were detained. Can you see them?" Du Lin smiled - after giving the five captives a blow in reality, what followed was a spiritual sweet treat.

At this time, Hemer flew out of the house. She landed on the left armrest of the chair and grunted. Du Lin raised his hand, and Hemer jumped onto Du Lin's arm.

"Respected caster, can I see my family?" A middle-aged man confirmed Hemer's identity as a magical pet and spoke impatiently.

"Every time I complete a mission, I will be put on a hood and take a carriage for about three hours to see my wife and children." Some young people were brave enough to tell the little secret in their hearts.

"There's more." Du Lin coaxed.

"Every time I get together with my family, I can smell the sea," added an elderly man, looking at Dulin with hope. "My grandson told me that he eats fresh fish every day. That place must be close to the sea."

"It should be heading north. I'm naturally sensitive and can sense the direction I'm heading." Some young people couldn't wait to show off their talents.

Du Lin looked at old Ish, and old Ish looked at the old butler. The old butler and Mrs. Margaret entered the manor and carried out a hanging plaque with a map of the Westland.

"A three-hour drive doesn't necessarily involve taking the main road. There might be detours to create confusion, but within three hours, the area is much smaller." Du Lin came over to the map and took a look. "What else do you want to say? Think about it, for example, where did you get on the carriage?"

The five people named the places where they boarded the bus. Old Ish was delighted when he heard it. "It's definitely that guy, our dear Earl of the Eastern Territory of the Northern Kingdom, Klein Saric. All five towns are in his territory."

"Okay, I've finished my questions," Du Lin said with a smile. He slowly walked over to the five survivors and looked them over. "You all performed well. You made your own choices between life and death. You can survive. Now, please carefully recall the appearance of the village where your family lives. If there are outsiders, think about their accents. If it's in the wilderness, think about whether you can see mountains or the sea. In short, the more detailed the better, because we will send personnel to find your family. In return, after your family is found, you must appear in court to testify."

"The Saric family will hunt us down!" said the middle-aged man who spoke first.

"We'll give you resettlement money and let you go to another human kingdom, or hide your identities in our eastern country. You'll start a new life. As for the Saric family, they'll soon no longer be a problem." Old Ish stood beside Du Lin at this time: "You don't believe the children's words, but you will definitely believe my words."

The Duke's words left the five survivors with no further complaints.

Du Lin smiled and took two steps back: "Grandfather, I've finished asking questions."

"Well done, boy." Old Ish patted Du Lin approvingly - this time he patted his shoulders with both hands.

Maybe just now old Ish still regarded his grandson as a good grandson who was not very sensible, but now he regarded Du Lin as a good grandson who was so outstanding that he could smile happily.

It’s still better to have a good grandson who can get things done, right, old Yi Xu.

Thinking of this, Du Lin's answer was filled with coldness: "I just want justice for those missing children. People die every minute and every second in this world. Why should children die? Why should innocent people be hurt? Why can't those villains and sinners die? Why can't their families and relatives die? Why can't their blood stain the earth red?"

After Du Lin finished speaking, he signaled the soldiers to throw the guy named Dot into the back of the carriage carrying corpses.

Disappearance is sometimes more cruel than death, because there is no trace of the person alive and no trace of the body after death. No one knows what kind of terrible things will happen at every minute and every second.

I believe everyone here understands the answer.

"Yes, child. To be the Duke of Lublin, you must protect all innocent people on this land. We wield butcher knives just like them, but we are ultimately different." Old Ish said, pointing to the five survivors. "Give them a clean little house to stay in. Prepare pen and paper. Have them write down every detail they can think of. We will help these five guests find their families."

(End of this chapter)