Durin's Diary

Chapter 242 I Will Dance Solo in Purgatory

·For a darling like you, there are many people who are willing to dirty their hands for you. You can even ask me to help you. Do you really want to learn the techniques of the School of Necromancer from me? I remember that in this world, the School of Necromancer is considered a forbidden technique.

Ayers asked doubtfully.

"Yes, I can't let you do it. I have a mysophobia, and you are a divine lich from another dimension after all. I can't bear to ask you to deal with Mr. Charles Nowe's family. I feel bad." Having said this, Du Lin looked at Charles Nowe's family: "But I must find out who killed my father. So if Mr. Charles Nowe doesn't answer my questions, every hour, I will randomly select one person from his family, extract his soul, and torture him. Until the end, I will extract Mr. Charles Nowe's soul, use the most brutal method to deal with him, and extract the answer from his mouth."

Even if your camp is biased.

"My father is dead, killed in the most despicable assassination. Now everyone in this world expects me to pity a broker and his family. Do they have no brains? I wish I could kill all the murderers and accomplices involved in my father's death! Mercy! They don't deserve such noble emotions!" Having said that, Du Lin picked up the ashtray on the coffee table and smashed it at the crying children.

The ashtray shattered in front of the children, and some of the fragments scratched one of the children.

You don't even want to throw an ashtray at a child. Your cruelty is really gentle.

To shut up.

Du Lin looked at Charles Nowell who was struggling on the ceiling.

"I don't mind going to hell. If I can save my family and my compatriots by going to hell, I can be the ferryman of the River Styx for eternity. I will kill all the murderers and clansmen who hurt my family and my compatriots, even if it costs me a million or ten million. My creed is to avenge my enemies a hundred times. Even if it means rivers of blood, I don't care at all, because I know my motives for doing this are just!"

After saying that, Du Lin stretched out his hand.

I like young people like you. For the safety of your family and the survival of your compatriots, you can do this. I believe this land will bear witness to your oath.

After saying that, Ayers took out a white ball from his chest.

This is the knowledge of all necromancy techniques. Knowledge is power.

"Yes, knowledge is power, and power should be in the hands of justice and civilization."

Du Lin's response was powerful.

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Charles Nowell was ultimately afraid of Durin's oath, and to prevent his family's souls from being imprisoned forever, he had to write out his superiors by hand.

The bad news was that he had only communicated with this superior through correspondence and didn't even know his real identity or address.

The good news is that he finally told the truth, the letter had a mailing address, and the messenger used was a private messenger.

This time, Du Lin decided to do it himself.

As a token of his guilt, old Enrique accompanied him throughout the whole process.

Du Lin also brought Lina with him.

The first person to visit was a private courier, a short man from the Chat tribe who lived in Łódź.

When Du Lin found him in the nightclub, the boy was still sleeping.

After hearing Du Lin's intention, he yawned, flipped the list, and shamelessly faced Du Lin nakedly: "Boy, don't you know the rules of private messengers? You let me betray my customers, who do you think you are?"

In response, Dulin pulled out a pistol and pointed it at the boy's crotch. Dulin looked at him sincerely and said, "I am Dulin Ayrsh of Lublin. Roy Corleone is my father."

He hesitated for a moment, sizing up Du Lin. "Sir Roy is your...father?"

"Yes, my father. I was adopted by the Elsh family when I was young. Now think about who I am." "The person who asked me to deliver the letter was a gentleman. He was almost as tall as the security guard."

Du Lin saw the guard when he came in. He was very tall, about 1.9 meters tall.

"Northern Highlanders," said old Enrique.

"That's right. He has a long vertical scar on the left side of his face and inverted triangle eyes. He doesn't look like a good person. Every time I go to get the mail, I go to the wealthy neighborhood in the north of the city, 555 Damian Avenue."

Du Lin nodded, looked at the circle under the kitten's feet, put away his gun and prepared to leave: "Thank you for your cooperation."

"Sir Roy..."

"You're just a messenger."

Du Lin would not make trouble for a messenger.

After going out, Dulin and old Enrique got on the carriage of the local security house and began to arm themselves as they headed north.

After the human trafficking incident, the grassland elves began establishing security houses in cities and towns across the bordering elven lands. These houses, staffed by the most loyal descendants of second-generation immigrants, rescued abducted children and provided other services. Most of these houses offered elven-style meals under the guise of serving the grassland elves.

Put on the bulletproof vest, insert the plate, and then put on the carrying gear on the outside.

The short-barreled Durin 13 is more suitable for indoor combat. It has an integrated fine gold silencer, a semi-automatic/fully-automatic double-action trigger, and uses a ten-round straight magazine.

"555 Damian Avenue, a two-story villa. It's : local time. The wealthy area of ​​Damian Avenue is populated by only a few young ladies and wives. I've already sent someone to keep an eye on the area." The security officer, a certain Uccello, was in charge of the operation. She hung a city map on the map board in the back of the carriage. "It's best not to let anyone nearby discover what's happening."

"I understand this."

As the carriage passed through the checkpoints in the wealthy area, old Enrique himself stuck his head out and said: "I came to see my old friend, young man, have you forgotten me?"

The guard who was about to open the carriage door saw that it was old Enrique and immediately smiled. "What nonsense are you talking about? Even if I have forgotten my parents, I will never forget you, Mr. Legend. Open the fence."

After the carriage passed, Old Enrique gestured for it to go upstairs: "Go to No. 161, where my old friend is. You park your carriage there. Dulin and I will go through the alley and enter from the backyard of No. 555. Your people will keep an eye on it."

"Across the street."

"it is good."

After finishing the conversation, the carriage arrived at No. 161. There was an old Skuya squirrel sitting in the yard. When he saw old Enrique sticking his head out, he smiled and said, "Enrique, what made you think of coming to see me?"

"Old friend, I'm in trouble." Old Enrique got out of the car and walked over to his friend. "The kid next to me is Dolin Elsh. We were planning to ask someone a few questions, and when we passed the checkpoint, we used the excuse of coming to see you."

"I understand. I'm also a member of Northernism. I'm very happy that you came to my place today. I've asked the kitchen to prepare lunch." The old squirrel said as he reached out and patted Du Lin on the shoulder. "You guys should go quickly and come back soon."

"Thank you." Du Lin extended his hand.

The old squirrel smiled and said, "You're welcome, kid. Just help me kill a few more bad guys."

After saying that, he patted his left leg, and the leg made a unique metallic sound. It was a prosthesis.

Du Lin nodded in understanding: "When dealing with bad guys, I always kill them all."

"That's good. Come, follow me. Enter the alley from the back door of my house. Our alleys here are very clean. Don't worry about leaving footprints or anything."

(End of this chapter)