Durin's Diary

Chapter 285 Grudges

Jim Millerson is really well-known in Florence.

When Du Lin took the girls out of the portal, he found a rented carriage. When the driver heard the address they were going to, he jumped out of the carriage and ran away without looking back.

This made Du Lin speechless. He wanted to catch him with the magician's hand, but when he heard him say that he had a wife and children to support, he felt a little reluctant.

"Is Mr. Jim Millerson really a good citizen?" Anta looked at the carriage driver. When he fell while running, she could no longer hold back and turned to look at Dulin and asked.

"He said he was a good citizen." Du Lin replied embarrassedly.

"I don't think he's a good person." Elaine said with some concern.

At this time, an old man came over and looked at Du Lin twice: "You are going to Mr. Jim's mansion, right?"

"Yes, why did he run just now?" Anta asked.

"In Farol, the Florence line is the most important point dividing North and South Farol. South is South, and north is North. Mr. Jim originally had four sons, but the eldest and second sons died in North Farol. Therefore, his mansion does not welcome any Yankees from Farol." After saying this, the old man smiled and said, "My suggestion is that you walk over there. The coachmen on this street are all Yankees."

Du Lin nodded, thanked the old man, and drove away with the girls.

The latter watched the children walk further and further away and finally laughed.

A latest model of Gintama stopped beside him, the driver got out and he got in.

………………

Soon, Du Lin saw Gintama and the old man in the car slowly following him on the side of the road.

"I'm Sora Siri. Let me take you to see Jim." The old man said, and motioned for Du Lin and the others to get in.

"Thank you, but do you know me?"

"Black horns, golden lines, a slender dragon tail. There's only one dragon like you in the entire Westland. I'm sure I'm not mistaken. Mr. Doolin Corleone, please get in the car." The old man rolled up his sleeves. A red fist tattoo was tattooed on his arm. "Let me introduce myself again. I'm Sola Seely, the Third Secretary of Northernism, and my nickname is Rich Yankee."

·This guy didn’t lie, that’s awesome. Isn’t he afraid at all?

Du Lin nodded and got on the car first. Then he looked at the old man and said, "You said the mansion doesn't like the Yankees. Is it okay for you to go?"

"I am the godfather of his eldest and second sons. He would not kill their mentor in front of their portraits." At this point, the old man stepped on the accelerator: "Welcome to Florence, the most turbulent city on earth."

Du Lin nodded: "Thank you."

"You're welcome. We've all seen what you've done for Sidney's comrades. It's such a great film. Even a tough guy like Number Two shed tears more than once after watching your film." The old man sighed and said, "But you've portrayed the doctrine so beautifully, Mr. Dulin. The doctrine has also done many evil things for its beliefs, killing many people who shouldn't have died, even the elderly, the weak, women, and children. But if we don't kill them, their families will come and kill us."

"I understand. It's a necessary evil for the sake of survival." To be honest, Du Lin was not a good person in his previous life. He killed people like killing chickens. The so-called morality was just something Du Lin imposed on himself.

Du Lin asked himself, if he had not been raised by Gao Ta, he would have killed people even more cruelly and without hesitation.

The car stopped at this time.

Under Sora's guidance, Dulin saw Jim Millerson rushing out of the house with a Dulin 11 double-barreled shotgun.

"You said he wouldn't kill you." Du Lin looked at Sora. Sora nodded: "That's right, because I am also the godfather of his third and fourth sons."

Before he finished speaking, he saw two young men, one of them trying hard to raise the muzzle of his gun, while the other was desperately hugging Master Jim's waist.

·Fuck, damn, the entire Northernism is responsible for not killing this kind of person.

Daju finally managed to swear again.

Du Lin also sighed.

You old man are such a jerk. You just grabbed the four kids and took them away.

Thinking of this, Du Lin hurriedly took the girls out of the car: "Mr. Jim, don't be angry, Mr. Sola is just worried that I'm lost."

"I know. It's not your fault. I'm just mad that this old man actually showed up at my door! Sora! You Sicilian bastard! How dare you show up in front of me! Where are my children? You said you would bring them back!"

As the old man spoke, he struggled hard to regain control of his body, but there was no way an eighty-year-old man could compete with his two children.

In the end, it was Mr. Sola who drove away.

Mr. Jim finally handed his gun to his boy, and then the old man straightened his collar and invited Doolin into the mansion.

In the hall, as soon as Du Lin sat down, old Jim introduced his two children to him. The one who was unloading the bullet from the gun was his third son, Femi Millerson, and the one who helped him sit down was his fourth son, Etta Millerson.

After helping her father, Etta couldn't wait to pick up his diary and pen from the side: "Mr. Du Lin, please sign it for me."

"Okay." Dulin took the diary and opened the title page. Then he saw Sora Siri, Ace Meyer, Draco Francis, and even Roy Corleone's signature, as well as many names Dulin did not recognize.

Du Lin thought about it and signed his name a little below Roy's name.

Doolin Lily Corleone.

"Thank you. Your writing about the prairie elves is so beautiful." The older child put away his diary and pen contentedly.

"You're welcome, Etta." Du Lin also noticed the two paintings on the wall, two young people.

These should be Mr. Jim's eldest son and second son.

"Son, I know your father is the secretary of Northernism. It's not that I don't understand Northernism, but that old man took my child away and eventually fled back to Florence in disgrace."

"Mr. Sora was shot nine times and he survived through divine instructions. Father, I know you are very angry, but Secretary Sora really fought to the end." The third son's words somewhat restored part of the story.

Damn, this old man is quite capable to be able to survive through divine instructions.

Du Lin was also a little surprised by this.

Mr. Jim was still very angry. "How he survived has nothing to do with me. He swore to me that day that he would bring your brothers back. He didn't fulfill his promise. Sicilians take promises very seriously, but he didn't bring my children back."

At this point, the old man turned his head and looked at the two young men on the wall, his eyes filled with tears: "My home will never welcome him until I die!"

(End of this chapter)