Durin's Diary

Chapter 488: Buzzing
"What kind of person am I?" Du Lin lay down on the chair with a hint of curiosity.

He wanted to know what kind of person he was in the eyes of this fellow.

Because in the long memory, Du Lin has many names.

The Executioner in the Tower, the Butcher in the Rainy Night, the Man-Slayer, the Nameless Gunman, the Old Man, the Whitebeard... In the end, they called Durin lying on the hospital bed the Master Assassin.

They all don't know what this immortal old man who has been killing people all his life has experienced.

Presumably, no one would know about it anymore, so Du Lin wanted to know if he would have a new name with his new identity.

"You are a bit like our ancestor, smiling all day long, but I have never been able to tell anything from that smile. I can't see your joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness." Lan En stared into Du Lin's eyes: "Sister Anta was confused, and Sister Lid could feel it, but the other sisters couldn't see it."

Du Lin reached out and stroked the little girl's head.

"But there's a coldness in your eyes, and only I can see it. You value every life, yet you despise every life; you want to protect everyone, yet you don't mind slaughtering them." The little female dragon suddenly spoke up. "Everyone I know and don't know says you're kind, but I can see the coldness in your eyes. Everyone says that the children of princes are inherently nobler than those born in brothels, but you certainly don't think so, do you? In your eyes, a prince's child who falls on a pillar and dies is just as dead as a child born in a brothel who breaks its neck."

She was silent for a moment, then continued, "I've never met anyone as contradictory as you."

Du Lin sighed: "You have awakened your psychic power."

The girl's eyes widened. "You know about psychic powers."

"I know." Du Lin took a deep breath.

The Son of Psychic Power awakened, but he was just a Lid. Du Lin could still deceive himself that all this was just a dream, but Lan En also awakened his psychic power. One was the Zhulong of Chang Tang, and the other was the granddaughter of the Duke of the North.

What the hell is going on.

Durin was worried, but he couldn't show it on his face. "You're right. In the eyes of others, the value of life varies. For example, in the eyes of Chaos Cultists, children with purple eyes are the best sacrifices. In the eyes of priests, children with outstanding perception are the best seedlings. The same person has different value in the eyes of everyone. In my eyes, all lives are equal."

A duke's child and a beggar's child need only a short blade.

It only takes one bullet for both the target’s family and the victim’s family.

Death is the fairest existence in this world, and I am just a substitute for the god of death, wielding the scythe called death and slaughtering all living things, that's all.

Some people say that things that happened in the previous life should be resolved in the previous life.

But how could Du Lin, who didn't get to drink Meng Po's soup, forget that long night of blood?

Desire never ceases, struggle never ends, it always has.

"So, Lord Durin, you must be hiding secrets in your heart that I cannot possibly know. They are right there, behind the curtain, but I dare not knock on the door. I am afraid that if I knock on the door, there will be great danger..." At this point, Lan En's eyes were full of confusion: "Lord, is it really okay for you to hide it in your heart like this?"

"It's okay, don't tell anyone." Du Lin smiled and patted Lan En's little head.

This person's mind will start to wander as he gets older. Du Lin understands this and will not vent his anger on Lan En in front of him.

I lived like this voluntarily. Those people died because of me. If I could go back and choose again, I would still kill them.

Because someone has to stand up and do this. If I don’t go to hell, who will?

At this moment, Du Lin had an idea.

Lan En opened his mouth slightly, and all the capable people looked over - because they felt that Du Lin was getting promoted.

In Durin's eyes, his own panel attributes were being refreshed.
Old Class System: Candle Dragon Vein Warlock (Legendary)

Level: Ninth Ring (Level 7 Warlock/Level 19 Candle Dragon Vein Warlock)
Extraordinary System: The Invisible

Sequence: Two
Long Tang Legend Class: Wind and Dust Ranger (Has obtained the promotion conditions for White Blade, Red Dust Travel, and Slashing Man)
First weight

Sword Style: Slash: The sword energy casting distance of all slashing sword intentions is increased by 50%.

Sword Style: Chop: The sword energy of all chopping sword styles will directly chop the evil spirits.

Sword Style: Lifting: The sword energy of all lifting sword styles will ignore all spirits.

Second level

Sword Style: Point. The sword energy casting distance of all point-style sword intent is doubled, and the sword energy will ignore all damage reduction.

Third weight:
The enhancement path will be unlocked after completing the promotion.

Du Lin Yimo turned off the panel.

This action made Lan En very curious: "Mr. Du Lin debated with me, and this can also lead to promotion. What did you think of it?"

"It's nothing, it's just that my heart and my actions are as clear as a mirror, and everything I do is just." Du Lin said with emotion.

Throwing oneself into the sharp blade, killing people in the red dust...what a person who throws himself into the sharp blade, wanders in the red dust and kills people.

Daju was inspired
Du Lin thought about it and decided to ask Lan En, but the girl shook her head and said, "I've never heard of it. Lord Du Lin, what you are talking about should only be the unique inheritance of the old man. Only those with the corresponding talent can learn it."

Her answer was not surprising. Du Lin's grandmother had learned this, so there was no difference between men and women. The only difference was in talent and ability.

Well, it doesn’t make sense to just sit there and accept other people’s congratulations. Du Lin stood up and motioned Lan En to follow.

………………

What a terrible person.

Looking at the young Duke of Elsh who was greeting the forest masters, the Great Forest Master recalled what had just happened.

The moment he was promoted, the world suddenly became black and white. Although it was only for a moment, the higher the realm, the more one could understand how terrifying the willpower that this young man had just exuded was.

Everyone saw a bottomless abyss.

Some people say that Du Lin is a good man who dotes on the barefoot children every day and naively believes in the oath to protect the weak.

But he never thought that those human traffickers who died at his hands, those nobles who were slaughtered, those Farol noble families who did not even have a child escaped, and those who died under his smile would definitely have a deep understanding of Lord Durin's kindness.

Stupidity is the most profound description that Lord Dalin can give to these people.

The coldness beneath Lord Durin's smile, his madness, was a terror that would make even legends shudder. They had truly forgotten how the name "Flayed Family" came about.

So, kindness... is just some hopeless idiots talking nonsense.

(End of this chapter)