Durin's Diary

Chapter 537 Night Showdown
In the dead of night.

Du Lin sat by the window again.

Anta was preparing the bed sheet, and the girl who had made it looked at Durin, walked up to him, reached out and held his hand.

"I know you like children and don't want them to get hurt, but old Milo is right. They are members of the royal family and are born to face the dirty political games. We don't know why they died, but I don't want to see you so sad."

Dulin reached out and held Anta in his arms.

The girl before him was his priceless beauty, the second light in the long night of his life: "I know, don't worry, I won't try to find out the truth."

"But we know you're not that kind of person." Elaine walked into the bedroom and approached Du Lin. "The Du Lin we know is someone who values ​​truth and facts more than life itself."

"There's no need to rush. We are still young, and this world ultimately belongs to us young people. Just like what Secretary Sora said at the opening ceremony of the Farol Mage Association, truth and justice will not become fallacy and evil just because they are smeared." Anta said with a smile and looked at Elaine.

The latter nodded, then reached out and pulled Du Lin: "Okay, husband, don't sit on the windowsill, come and have some fun."

Du Lin looked at his bird with embarrassment: "Who did you learn this from?"

"My grandfather said that if you say that, the man in your family will turn into a beast who does all kinds of evil." Anta took the initiative to take over the conversation.

And Elaine blushed: "Grandpa taught me."

Du Lin sighed and was dragged down the window by the two girls smiling.

Damn it, old man, you are such a disrespectful bastard.

You beast! What do you mean by throwing us out the window?!

Outside the window, the wails of Eleven and Daju pierced the soul.

Xia Li appeared from nowhere, smiled, closed the window and pulled up two layers of curtains.

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The old man sneezed for no apparent reason. He looked around, then turned to look at the Great Lin Master who was sitting next to him: "Madam, you don't look like yourself today."

"Yes, what happened in Sydney today seems to have caused any damage to Mr. Du Lin's reputation." The elder Lin held a glass of wine in her hand and looked at the old man. "Legendary Lord from Chang Tang, I would like to hear your opinion."

"What can I think? Sidney is thousands of miles away from my homeland. There is no point in copying it." The old man said this in fluent common language and smiled.

"But I heard a proverb from the people of Changtang: Use copper as a mirror to adjust your clothes and appearance; use the past as a mirror to understand the rise and fall of things; use people as a mirror to understand gains and losses." Lord Dalin smiled and refuted in Changtang dialect.

The old man was stunned for a moment, then sighed: "If you say so, then it seems that I can't escape this review today."

"I'd like to hear the details. I'm all ears." Lord Dalin smiled.

"Those two children came early in the morning. I happened to be on my day off, so I watched them arrive and leave. At the time, there was nothing wrong with them. Both children had completed their awakening, which I considered a great honor for our family. But the next morning, we received the tragic news." At this point, the old man sighed, "They said there was something wrong with the chef, but the question is, do you believe it?"

"How can I believe it? My new chef knew what I like and don't like to eat on his first day." At this point, the Great Forest Lord took a sip of wine and said, "I don't care what humans think. I just hope this fire won't burn Du Lin." "It won't burn him. Whether it's the royal family or the nobles, Du Lin's ability can activate the bloodline of their descendants. They won't, dare not, and it is even more impossible for them to put the blame on me, a descendant." The old man said as he shook the wine in his glass. "Even if they dared, their political allies, their wives and children, would risk their lives to cover his mouth. Unless they have an irreconcilable hatred with my descendant, they won't and dare not do so."

"What do you think is the biggest possibility that the two children died?" asked Lord Dalin.

The old man thought for a moment and said, "I don't know much about the Clegane family, but can you tell me some of their characteristics, such as what color their hair is and what their noses look like?"

"Most men in the Cleggan family have double chins and hooked noses." Lord Dalin thought about it and came to this conclusion.

"Where's your hair?" the old man asked.

The Great Forest Master thought for a moment, "Most of the hair is brown and blond. The blond is mostly maternal, and the brown is paternal, but there have been some gray hairs."

"Those two children both had blonde hair when they arrived that day, but when they left, one had red hair and the other had white hair." The old man finished speaking, pulling a silver coin from his pocket and tossing it onto the counter. "In Chang Tang, bloodline searches and soul-searching techniques can easily pinpoint the source of the problem. I'm sure you Westerners have similar methods. Now it seems like it's nothing more than a cat-for-animal substitution scheme. If it's really what I want, then they'll be dead. How can they be kept alive for the New Year?"

"You Chang Tang people, do you take right and wrong so seriously?" asked the Dalin Lord with narrowed eyes.

"Otherwise, it's like a cuckoo taking over a magpie's nest, which no one wants. There will be blood and rain to come, so just wait and see."

After the old man finished his question, he swung his tail and walked away.

Lord Dalin sat for a while, finally finished the wine in the glass, smiled and left a silver coin.

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Unfortunately, Duke Constance suffered from rhinitis. In the northern Sidney in winter, this minor illness was harmless. Even if you were a legend, you would be unfortunately infected sometimes - it's ridiculous, right? Legends can obviously fight against most diseases, but this little rhinitis is a suffering that no one can withstand.

Fortunately, this year the legendary alchemist, the beloved Silver Dragon Warlock Lady Lina and her companions have created a new rhinitis ointment that can effectively reduce rhinitis symptoms by simply applying it to the nostrils.

Duke Constance had just wiped his nose. He wiped his fingers, put away the ointment box, and then glanced at his eldest son who was kneeling beside him.

The old butler spoke at the right moment: "Master, the young master knows he is wrong. If outsiders saw him kneeling like this, I don't know how they would spread the news."

"If his crimes were to get out, not only would he be killed, but you and I would be killed. Neither the royal family nor my so-called allies would let the Constance family off! How could such a fool exist in this world?" The old man said, then stood up and left the living room. "Make him kneel!"

A row of portraits hang on the walls of the corridor.

Ever since the long painting of the Clegane family was hung in the art center, many nobles have hung portraits of their ancestors in this way.

The ancestors of the Constance family in the portrait are arranged in order of age, and they all have one thing in common.

That is, no matter young or old, everyone has snow-white hair.

Old man, it's time to make a decision.

The old man muttered to himself as he reached this point, and finally turned around and walked back the way he came.

(End of this chapter)