Durin's Diary

Chapter 550 Meeting
Leaving Eleven on the rooftop to monitor Vincent's mansion, Du Lin went downstairs.

But before he had taken two steps, he heard a greeting from the mansion.

Du Lin pointed at himself, and the old butler standing outside the door nodded: "You are the messenger, right?"

"Uh...yes." Du Lin looked at his own appearance.

Oh, that’s right, I am now the cute little Toby the bunny, and I am wearing a messenger suit.

"Where is your car? My master wants to find a messenger to deliver something to him. Are you reliable?" The old man looked Du Lin up and down.

Without hesitation, Du Lin took out the identity certificate he made using the Ring of Truth - the messenger certificate was bordered with gold wire, the steel seal on it was real, the magic mark was real, and the official signature was also real.

That is, Leonardo da Vinci and Michelangelo are fake.

"Good boy, you look young, but you are actually a gold-edged messenger. Come with me into the mansion. My master has something to do for you." said the old butler.

In that case, Du Lin followed him in carelessly.

In the hall of the mansion, Du Lin saw Carl Vincent.

The old man who was getting dressed glanced at Du Lin, then listened to his old housekeeper's introduction and became interested: "You look young, how come you have a golden rim?"

"The delivery speed is fast and the work efficiency is high." Du Lin answered as a matter of course.

"You sound quite arrogant. Where's your car?" Carl asked with a smile.

Du Lin snapped his fingers. In the open space outside the hall, a small black Harley motorcycle drove out from the torn portal.

"Good boy, you really have some skills. This is your summon. You are a mechanic, right?" Carl nodded. "I understand why you don't have a gun. It must be hidden somewhere else, right?"

"Your Excellency is worthy of being called an Excellency. You understand this little trick immediately." Du Lin smiled and nodded. "But I've only learned the basics of mechanics. My main job is still a sorcerer. My ancestors have given me a good meal, a good one."

"See, Old George, this is a professional messenger." After speaking to the old butler, the old man looked at Du Lin and said, "I haven't heard much about your name or your deeds before."

"I used to work in the Eastern Elf Territory and the Great Woods, serving various important figures including the two Lords Elsh of Lublin. I recently helped Lord Durin deliver a letter and saw how prosperous the human race is. So I thought I'd stay for a couple more days to see the world." Durin's response was also quite normal.

Although the Great Woodland and the Eastern Elf Territory were prosperous, they could not compare with the human world.

This sentence also made the human earl very happy. He nodded and said, "George, go and get the things."

After the old butler left, Carl looked at Du Lin and said, "Just now, a letter from the royal family invited me to attend a dinner at the palace. I need you to deliver my gift to Mr. Du Lin and tell him that our Vincent family has no intention of becoming an enemy of Mr. Du Lin. We are just honest businessmen."

Du Lin didn't say anything and directly shot a lie detection shot at himself: "Sir, I will tell you the truth, not a letter more, not a letter less. This is my professional ethics."

The circle under his feet made the earl nod happily: "You, Toby Rabbit, have good professional ethics and can use lie detection. You believe..."

"I believe in the Twin Mother Goddesses, but you should also know that in the Eastern Elven Territory, whether you believe in the Twin Mother Goddesses or the Primordial Creator, it's all the same."

"Yes, yes, yes. The fact that you can say that proves that you are indeed a believer in the true God. You are truly a delightful child. As for your salary, since you are a gold-edged official, I will double your commission according to the market price."

"Thank you, sir." Du Lin nodded with a smile, then took the small box and check handed over by the old butler with his mage's hand: "Does your lord have any other instructions?"

"I almost forgot you're a spellcaster. Go ahead. Once you find Mr. Dulin, you can come back and collect double the commission from me with Mr. Dulin's receipt. If you're quick, we can collaborate more often in the future. You'll also get to see the prosperity of the human world from time to time and enjoy it more." Count Karl said with a smile, motioning for the old butler to escort Dulin out. Dulin didn't care. After all, he had received the money, the goods, and his words.

Not one letter more, not one letter less. Not to mention detecting lies, even if the original creator came, he would have to say hello.

Du Linfeng got on the motorcycle and sped away.

After a short detour, Du Lin picked up Eleven, who scanned the box. "It looks like there's a round bead inside. It's made of lead. I can't complete an internal scan."

"Then find someone to open it." Du Lin has always been cautious about gifts from opponents.

Who knows what's in there.

After throwing the box into the space, Du Lin wrote his name on the receipt.

Then he drove his motorcycle to the teleportation array, put away the motorcycle, and plunged into the teleportation array.

………………

Soon, Carl Vincent heard the news from the old butler - the messenger named Da Vinci Michelangelo walked into the teleportation array.

He was indeed a genuine spellcaster, and even of a very high level, because the magic circle did not take his money, which meant that his spellcaster level was high and he had an identity certificate with the Spellcaster Alliance.

The free magic circle user doesn't look tall, so he should have the blood of a grassland elf. No wonder he dares to say that he can deliver goods quickly and is efficient.

He dared to say so, and he did have his reasons.

Well, now that the things have been sent out, I believe Lord Durin will understand the difficulties of the Vincent family.

The Clegern family is backed by legends and is difficult to offend, and the Constance family can destroy the Vincent family with just a wave of their hands. It is really a thrilling life for a small earl to survive in the gray area between the two huge forces.

Thinking of this, Vincent glanced out the carriage window.

I don’t know why that idiot from the Constance family did this.

Love?

Carl never believed in such illusory things. In his opinion, love is far less important than money.

It’s a pity that the old machines left by our ancestors have been worn out so badly that we don’t know how many times they can still be used.

But this time, after receiving the money from the Constance family, maybe I can find a master who is proficient in old machinery to see if it can be repaired.

If it could be repaired, the Vincent family would have hundreds of years of prosperity.

It’s better not to do it, because that would just be retribution.

This is the retribution of the Vincent family. Ever since the shelter was dug out... it has been haunting me.

(End of this chapter)