Durin's Diary

Chapter 462: Little Truth

Returning to the Everburning Lair, Durin found a messenger from Farol waiting for him.

"Secretary Ace asked me to tell you that there has been a breakthrough in the last matter." The messenger left in a hurry. It was obvious that he had other things to do.

As for other things, they must be the kidnappers' business. I didn't expect that there would be a follow-up to this matter. Du Lin was very satisfied.

So he was about to apologize and leave, but the old man crushed Du Lin as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Can you take me to see your grandmother's grave?"

Du Lin really didn't want to refuse the old man, but he licked his lips and finally said what he was going to do: "The organization that kidnapped Mr. Zhao's partner's daughter last time has found a clue. Look, that messenger just came looking for me. I think... Grandma is there, and he can't leave. If we let these bastards escape, I don't know when I will find them next time."

Mr. Yan looked at the old man, who thought for a moment and nodded, "Okay, you're right. I'll go with you."

When Mr. Zhao heard that Du Lin was going to take care of this matter, he felt that it was reasonable and appropriate for him to participate.

So when Dulin and his group of four candle dragons finally appeared in Secretary Ace's office, the old man was silent for a long time.

"Mr. Yan, this old man, these are all legendary Candle Dragons." Du Lin introduced and handed the small letter box to Secretary Ace.

When the latter heard that the carrier pigeons of various families had suffered heavy casualties, he couldn't help but sigh, but still thanked Du Lin for delivering the information.

As for that organization, Secretary Ace was lucky this time - those children had given a piece of information that the safe house of the organization had an inverted triangle and three dots painted on the door, and this time, the intelligence agent under Ace saw this pattern in a town in the north of Farol that was united with Sidney.

The operator played the role of a peddler who traveled from town to village. He once spent a night in a town. He saw a horse-drawn carriage and witnessed with his own eyes more than a dozen children being carried down from the carriage.

He fled the town overnight and sent the news to Secretary Ace's book overnight through intelligence routes.

"It's not Farol, what's the situation with the lord there?" Du Lin asked.

Secretary Ace shook his head. "He's a diehard noble. For safety reasons, our people never appear in his territory."

Dulin nodded, took a pen and paper, wrote a letter, and handed it to Secretary Ace. "Please have your messenger deliver this letter to King Hake. Tell him that I, Dulin, am in charge of this matter. If the nobles there are really connected to the slave traders, then I will kill his entire family. Please forgive me."

In this kind of situation, Dulin delivering the letter alone is far less eye-catching than the messenger of Farol Northernism delivering the letter to the Hieronymus.

Then let’s go straight there.

"Okay, leave it to me." Secretary Ace called the messenger and handed him the letter.

"Interesting, where did he find it?" The old man became interested and came to the map and asked.

"Chatillon." Secretary Ace said.

Since he is of the same kind as Du Lin and can be brought to him, this is good. Secretary Ace accepted it.

Turin helped him find the location of Châtillon and then marked the location of Venice.

The old man counted on his fingers for a while, and then a portal opened.

The old man stretched out his hand and a little mouse was thrown into the portal. After a few seconds, it came out.

He took the mouse and projected what it saw onto the wall.

"The street sign says Châtillon. You're quite good at that. You obviously don't know the coordinates."

"For a down-to-earth Zhulong, this is just a piece of cake."

In response to Ace's admiration, the old man smiled and dove in. Opening a portal privately was considered a minor offense in Sidney, but the town's resident wizard had already considered himself blind when he saw that the first dragon to emerge from the portal was a creature with legendary strength.

But the next second, five people came out of the door one after another. The first four were more outrageous than the other. The tallest one should be the weakest of the four, and the old man who came out last was the weakest of the five, but he was still an extraordinary legend.

He could easily defeat a few mid-level mages with just one punch.

This is the cruel level difference.

Just when the mages were about to pretend they were blind and run away, someone recognized that the little Candle Dragon waving at them in the team was actually Lord Durin.

It turned out to be Lord Du Lin, one of us.

The mages suddenly became happy, and three young men came over to greet them.

"Do you know where this address is?" Du Lin was also very pleased. It seemed that it was a good thing that he often accompanied Anta in walking in the Mage Tower over the years.

"Everyone knows this address." The first wizard replied with a smile.

"It's the home of Mr. Kane, the richest man in town. It's a three-story mansion with the best food and the best supplies." The second wizard said affirmatively.

"It seems that two or three cars of guests came yesterday." The third wizard said confidently.

Du Lin smiled and nodded, looking at everyone behind him: "It's right."

After saying this, Du Lin took out fifteen twenty-yuan gold pound notes and gave each of the three mages present a hundred yuan. "Thank you. Here, take this money and have some tea."

For the resident mages in small places, it is also a considerable windfall.

So the young mages happily took the money and left.

Du Lin snapped his fingers: "Let's go."

Zhao Tiancheng was puzzled: "You seem to be very famous, but I don't think anyone in this world can remember what you look like."

"My ally, Anta Aye, is a mage. I often accompany her to various mage towers to get to know her. It's normal for young people to recognize me. After all, Zhulong looks very special, doesn't he?"

The elders nodded at this answer.

Mr. Yan asked the second question: "Kid, do you often use money to pave the way?"

"Yes, because a little favor can make these young people who earn little a month remember my kindness and generosity. They will spread my kindness and generosity in conversations with their peers, so that if I want to ask something in the future, they will tell me everything they know." Du Lin answered seriously.

"What do you think?" Mr. Yan looked at the old man.

The latter looked at Du Lin and asked: "How are you going to knock on that family's door?"

Du Lin smiled and said, "Of course I'll ring the doorbell first."

After saying that, Du Lin walked to the door and rang the doorbell.

After a while, a woman pushed open the door and walked out.

"It's someone bringing gifts..." Her words got stuck in her throat, and then she screamed, "The grassland elves are here! It's that damned Du Lin!"

Dulin took a picture of the plane anchor.

This kind of well-trained criminal must be dealt with severely!
(End of this chapter)