Durin's Diary

Chapter 544 Coyote Den

The Mage Tower in Paris is quite tall.

Durin, wearing a gray wizard windbreaker and a top hat, came to the gate of the wizard tower, where several young wizards were chatting.

Dulin was seen elbowing his friend.

When Du Lin stopped in front of the gate, they greeted him: "Hello, strange old wizard, what are you doing here?"

"I'm a Tin Man from the Eternal Fortress. I have a small question for the Lord of the Mage Tower. This is my ID." Without waiting for the young man to sneer, Du Lin took the initiative to hand over his ID.

Signed by Du Lin himself.

Du Lin was still wondering if these young people would understand, when he saw a young man pull out Du Lin's autograph book from his bag. Seeing the handwriting, the young man immediately became enthusiastic: "It's really Mr. Du Lin's handwriting!"

"This magic mark cannot be faked. It is indeed Mr. Du Lin's!"

"You really are an acquaintance of Herr Dühring's. Come with us!"

So Du Lin followed the young mages into the Mage Tower.

At the tower gate they stopped, for an old woman stopped them: "My students, who is this gentleman?"

"It's the Tin Man, and he has a recommendation certificate from Mr. Du Lin." The young man said as he handed over Du Lin's recommendation certificate.

The old woman took a look and nodded: "It is indeed true. It seems that Mr. Du Lin is very familiar with you."

Then she looked at the cigarette case Du Lin took out and said, "These days, only a few of his close acquaintances have silver cigarette cases like this. It seems like you two have a close relationship."

"I serve him and would like to see the Tower Master to ask a few questions."

"The tower master went to the palace this morning and has not returned yet. If you have anything convenient, you can ask me. If I know the answer, I will definitely tell you." After the old woman said this, she took Du Lin to the bottom of the tower.

Although this tower is not big, the space inside is obviously widened by a magic circle.

She took Du Lin to sit aside, ordered a pot of tea, and then looked at Du Lin: "I am Liula Vidmir, you can ask."

"I want to know if there is any spell in Sidney's Mage Tower that can keep human organs alive." Du Lin asked.

"Yes, it's not just human organs. The technique works on all living things, too. Even animal organs can be revitalized." The old woman's answer baffled Du Lin. "Why keep animals alive? How can this kind of magic be legal?"

"Because fresh goose liver is the most delicious. This kind of magic is of course legal in Sidney. No one can stop the Sidney people's fanatical pursuit of fresh goose liver. One spell can maintain the activity of the organ for a week, making the taste perfect. Are you ready to learn this spell?" The old woman's expression was very serious when she said this.

Her answer almost took Du Lin's breath away.

What she said makes so much sense that I don’t know how to complain about it.

Daju sighed.

Is this the idea of ​​the French in another world? I think what she said really makes sense. Fresh foie gras is indeed a delicacy loved by everyone on this land.

You know what, I also like fresh fried liver.

Barbarians! How can you fry liver?
While people in southern Thailand eat with chopsticks, you are still eating raw food! Who are you?

Today's doctor-patient conflicts are becoming increasingly intense.

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Although I haven't seen the tower master, I've confirmed that there is indeed a technique to maintain organ activity, so the next thing will be easy. However, I'm still quite skeptical. You said the brain remained active for so long, but without the help of blood oxygen, wouldn't the memory in the brain be destroyed?

Eleven still had some doubts.

This world even has magic, dragons can fly, and people can jump three or four meters high, so don't torture yourself with physics.

What Daju said is right.

But Du Lin felt that the most important thing now was to find possible evidence.

The previous coordinates were on Eleven's side. Judging from the scan, the entrance to the shelter should be in the old ruins underground in Paris.

It’s called an old ruin, but there are so many people here in Paris that many areas of the old ruins are now occupied by people - it’s no longer news in Paris that poor people occupy space in the ruins.

What's more, the ruins are well-connected, and many criminal organizations will choose it as a trading location.

Du Lin changed into detective clothes and just came down from the ruins when he saw the police officers from Sulem Forest Farm raiding a stronghold.

Seeing Du Lin, a young man came over and said, "Sir, are you a tourist?"

"Why do you think I'm a tourist?"

"Because this is the most dangerous place in Paris. No normal Parisian citizen would put himself in danger. You'd better leave," said the young police officer.

Du Lin smiled and took out his ID: "I am the Tin Man, currently working for Mr. Du Lin. Due to some unavoidable reasons, I had to come to the ruins to conduct an investigation today."

"Ah, Mr. Dulin's men." A responsible old police officer came over and took the letter from Dulin. "The magic seal doesn't look fake, and it also has a certificate from the Mage Tower... the personal seal of Mrs. Liula Vidmir. It seems your identity is indeed genuine." The old police officer handed the certificate back to Dulin. "Welcome to the most chaotic underground ruins district in Paris. If I were you, I would definitely prepare a pistol and plenty of bullets."

"Fortunately, I have it." Du Lin said, and took out two latest imitation M1911s from the space.
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45 large caliber, steel core, lead head, as deadly as possible.

"Good guy, it seems that you are indeed Mr. Du Lin's man. I have never seen this gun on the market. Is it a new one?" The old policeman smiled and motioned Du Lin to follow him through the blockade area.

"Yes, they are new guns. Mr. Du Lin asked me to take them for a test this time. As for the target, of course you and I know it, right?"

"That's right. I like young people like Mr. Dulin. They follow the rules, but they can also be flexible. I believe that no one at Sulem Forest Farm would object to using criminals who have done all kinds of evil as testing targets. I just hope that after people die, we don't have to shovel the bodies out of the ground."

"That shouldn't happen."

The two old guys chatted and laughed as they passed the scene. The old police officer set up a cordon: "Going in from here is a chaotic and dangerous area. I hope we can meet up there tomorrow, old friend."

"I believe so." Du Lin smiled and stretched out his hand.

After the two men shook hands, Du Lin broke through the blockade.

Walk forward 300 meters and turn right. I will start navigating for you.

Eleven projected a small map in Durin's eyes.

And Daju began to scan the living target.

Du Lin looked at the dense red dots in the distance and sighed.

I say, Old Dulin, our three hundred rounds of bullets...are they enough?

(End of this chapter)