Durin's Diary

Chapter 241 On the Importance of Professional Talents

Du Lin spent the next three days in boredom, with endless storyboards to draw, endless plots to work on, and all kinds of costumes and props - this was actually the easiest part.

Every assassin family has old equipment passed down from their ancestors. Vampires like Urula Dracula are even the younger brother of one of the three apprentices back then. He has even met Hassan.

All I can say is that in this land, the theory of longevity is really popular. For a half-blood like Dulin, Daju has examined Dulin and concluded that Dulin is basically not a human except that he looks like a human - the dragon horns are integrated with the skull, and the thickness of Dulin's skull is much greater than that of humans. The dragon tail bones in the spine and pelvis are very strong, and ordinary injuries cannot affect its foundation at all.

The last time the wheel hit an ordinary person, it could have directly broken him in two, but when it hit Durin's tail, it only dislocated it - the muscles and scales on the tail blocked most of the impact force, and even the scales were not damaged.

Daju even wanted to do a vitality check on Du Lin, but then he helplessly discovered that Du Lin's body had not yet entered puberty.

I hope you have a happy Children's Day, old friend.

It's a pity that there is no Children's Day here, but there are quite a lot of human traffickers. And when it comes to Children's Day, I have always been suspicious. Our world also came step by step after the subspace infiltration, but this world seems to have collapsed all of a sudden.

I don’t know how many contraptions those scientists invented back then. The ruins of the Black Zone are scientific research cities before they were invaded by the Four Vendors. It’s impossible that so many people died. Some of them must have established settlements for survivors, but why has there never been any record of it in history?

It's as if a disaster shattered the old humanity overnight. But then, what happened to the humans on this land? They can't be Newtypes, right?

This is what history is like. History without records is like an abstract movie, as bizarre as it can be.

Not to mention Daju, this is also a problem that Du Lin can't figure out.

In terms of history, Du Lin and Da Ju are unexpectedly in sync.

The envoy from the Eastern Territory arrived at the Everburning Nest in the early morning of the fourth day and brought the latest news to Durin.

Charles Nowell was tortured for four days and still did not speak.

The Circle wants Du Lin to take over, and will use any means necessary.

………………

Following the envoy through the teleportation channel of the Eternal Fortress back to the Eastern Territory's Ring of Truth, as soon as Du Lin entered the hall, he saw an old man with half a ring sitting on the steps.

Old Ish wasn't at home, and he didn't know if he was busy or just downstairs. Du Lin said, "Old Enrique, where's my grandfather?"

"There's movement at the front. He's gone there," said old Enrique, smacking his lips. "Young executioners are really useless."

"It's a good thing that young people are kind-hearted, unlike me." Du Lin smiled, took off his windbreaker, and handed his flat hat to the receptionist. Under his surprised gaze, he walked towards the stairs leading downstairs.

"How do you know that's a dungeon?" Old Liz asked curiously.

"Old Liz, there's blood on the ground here that hasn't completely solidified. Someone from your group has been tortured, right? That dwarf is a good man, and ordinary methods won't move him." Having said this, Du Lin politely refused the whip offered by the executioner and said, "Please take all of Charles Nowell's surviving family members to the dungeon."

The executioner looked at the elders, and finally turned and left with their tacit consent.

"I've said it before. I believe that in our line of work, we must first feed our consciences to the dogs. Otherwise, human traffickers and murderers will be able to ride on our heels at any time and anywhere. Only by killing to stop killing, blood for blood, tooth for tooth, can the enemies of this land learn to fear us! Put away your ridiculous kindness!"

After saying that, Du Lin walked down the stairs.

Old Enrique and Old Liz followed.

"Among the elders, there are some who are not as good as you, child." Old Liz hesitated to speak.

"He won't come down to stop me, right?" Du Lin asked.

"No, it was the Great Elder's idea that you come here." Old Enrique's answer made Du Lin nod.

"That's good. To use the Chang Tang saying, I'm not compatible with kind-hearted people." Du Lin said this and looked around. It was quite interesting. The execution room was in the middle, and you could see the surrounding cells.

Daju commented like this.

Du Lin also saw Charles Nowell at this time. His hands were hung on the ceiling and there was little good flesh on his body, but his eyes were still bright.

When he saw Du Lin, he actually smiled.

"It's a good thing to be able to laugh, Mr. Charles Nowell. I'm really happy to see that you are still so strong and optimistic." After saying this, Du Lin sat down on a chair beside him.

After a while, the executioner and guards brought Charles Nowell's family members one by one.

You know what, there are quite a lot.

Du Lin once again declined the whip handed to him by the executioner.

Instead, he spread out his hands.

A small space crack appeared above Du Lin's hand, and then a business card fell down.

"I feel the breath of our Lord." An elder recognized who was giving Durin the small card.

Du Lin took a look at the card and snapped his fingers, and the card combusted without fire.

The next second, a transmission channel opened, and a deformed-looking alien rolled out from it.

"Foreign undead!" The elders were not fools and recognized this thing immediately.

The alien rolled twice and sat on the ground: "Why is it you?"

It speaks human words.

"I asked Lord Anonymous for your contact information. I have a job for you." Du Lin said, indicating that the object was not dangerous. "By the way, how did you respond to the summons with this thing? I almost gave you a divine instruction."

·Well, since I have many enemies in many main planes, I can easily lose this little dog, so of course I let it take the lead.

This time, Ayers went through the passage himself and looked around.

·What? I met a tough guy who doesn’t talk. What do you want me to do to him? Should I pull out his soul and torture him?

"That's too rough." Durin waved his hand and motioned the divine lich to sit down.

The elders of the circle looked at each other in bewilderment. Old Enrique bravely came over and said, "Dulin, this is..."

Du Lin slapped a lie detection sign on his chest: "An old friend, as the original creator himself said."

A circle overturned everyone's three views.

One elder didn't believe it and started praying, and then a circle appeared under his feet.

Now, no one dared to refute, and old Enrique could only walk aside.

"Is there any technique that can extract the soul? Teach me." Du Lin said.

The entire execution hall was silent.

(End of this chapter)