Durin's Diary

Chapter 589 You are so disrespectful to me

"Sean Esposito." Du Lin stroked Kal'tsit who jumped onto the armrest of the seat.

"Sir, please save me and my family." The middle-aged man knelt there and looked at Du Lin sincerely.

"How can I save you?" Du Lin took the information handed over by Mrs. Lin, which was full of what Mr. Sean had done in his hometown.

Halfway through, Du Lin got bored. Sitting on the black leather sofa, he looked through the lenses on his nose, over the long table in front of him, and at the man kneeling on the carpet.

"I understand you made a lot of money in Naples. Before Farol's Northernism swept across the North, you had already expanded your business to all of Farol's major cities. You lived a happy life, with many children and grandchildren, and your daughter married a prominent figure. The secret police employed by the Farol nobles, your friends in the legal and underworld circles, and many others all spoke up for you until Secretary Ace decided to label you a traitor."

"Lord Durin, I have been working for Northernism. I raise funds for it every year!"

"Including betraying the previous Venetian secretary, Romeo Marino, right? It says his entire family of seven was buried alive..." At this point, Dulin sighed. "After all, if this hadn't happened, you wouldn't need a friend like me. I know you're afraid of owing me a favor and don't want to get involved in any trouble. But now you come to me and say, please, Mr. Dulin of the Corleone family, please help me get justice and save my life and my family from suffering."

Kal'tsit tilted her head and looked at Durin.

Psychic doubts echoed throughout the room: Master, I can feel the anger in your heart. Why don’t you hang this traitor and say so much?

The middle-aged man shook his head desperately: "Lord Durin, you can't kill me! I am an agent of the Sidney United! I was entrusted by Lady Gala to infiltrate the Northernists!"

Du Lin scratched Kal'tsit's head. "Look, you told me not to kill you, but in my eyes, you only see a second-rate artist who makes movies and music."

"No! Your Excellency! You are the Duke of Lublin! You are the Protector of the Austrian-Swiss Union! You are a close friend of the nobles! You and Madame Gala have reconciled! You should lend me a hand!"

Mrs. Lin glanced outside the door at this time, then walked over to Du Lin with a smile: "Master, the children have prepared the tools."

Du Lin nodded, then looked at Sean Esposito. "Mr. Sean, I didn't expect that even at the moment of death, you would still be so disrespectful to me. You've said so much about my identity and title, but you refuse to call me the unique keeper of Northernism."

“…How can you be the secret keeper!” The middle-aged man widened his eyes, as if he saw the most terrifying existence in the world.

Du Lin stood up and walked towards the door, the ring under his feet telling the world his loyalty.

The young men who walked in knocked the middle-aged man to the ground, tied him up with ropes, and stuffed a piece of cloth into his mouth.

"He and his family will be buried on the beach under the hill where Secretary Romeo Marino and his family were executed." After Du Lin finished speaking, he looked at Secretary Sora who was standing in the hall. The latter was exhausted, but at this moment he had a relieved smile on his face.

At the counter, Secretary Ace was checking in with Mrs. Anne.

When the young man dragged Sean Esposito away, he also greeted Secretary Sora.

"That's the way the Triarchy used to execute traitors," Old Sola walked over and shook Dulin's hand. "That's how the Northerners executed traitors," Dulin said with a smile.

At the same time, he looked at the wrinkles on the old man's face. He was really old, and mortals would eventually succumb to the passage of time. But when he stood there before, he didn't look hunched at all.

Du Lin walked forward again and greeted Mrs. Anne, and then Secretary Ace.

"I knew you were reliable, but Sora wasn't. He was so worried when he heard Sean was coming to you. Now that he sees his end, I believe my old friend can sleep well." Secretary Ace smiled and shook hands with Du Lin.

"I am the Duke of Lublin, the Protector of the Austrian-Swiss Union, a close friend of the nobles, and I have reconciled myself to Madame Gala. These are all true, but I will never forget that my father's last name was Corleone, his name was Roy, and he was a secretary until his death. Sean betrayed this position, and he deserves death. This is the best reward I can give him as a secret keeper."

At this point, Du Lin reached out and held Madam Anne's hand: "Madam, my mother is preparing food for the New Year. If you have time, you can talk to her."

"That's great. To be honest, it's been a while since I've celebrated the Grassland Elf New Year." Mrs. Anne said, patting Durin's head with a smile. As an elder, she looked at Sora and Ace with a smile and said, "You two old men, come with me and Durin."

Du Lin looked at Mrs. Lin's little follower and said, "You two kids, help the gentlemen carry their luggage upstairs." After saying that, he pointed to the middle-aged man who came with Secretary Ace and the others.

Secretary Sora turned and nodded to them: "In the Everburning Nest, Lord Durin is always worthy of our trust."

So the security guards followed the two children into the elevator.

Du Lin, along with two secretaries and Mrs. Anne, went up to the second floor first.

"I've always heard that the second floor of the Everburning Nest is a gathering place for Durin fans. It's true. What a pity. Ace and Sora work every day, and only get their annual leave this time throughout the year." Mrs. Anne sighed as she looked at the posters on the wall.

"If you are bored in the future, you can come to the Everburning Nest more often. My mother will live here for a long time. Lublin is too cold after all and is not suitable." Du Lin said as he took Mrs. Anne and two secretaries to the third floor.

As soon as he came up, Du Lin saw his sister running fast on the ceiling.

Mrs. Anne looked up for a long time and felt that she was a little confused: "Who is this child..." "My sister, a little child, has no place to put her energy." After saying that, Du Lin stretched out his hand and squeaked.

Then the little girl also squeaked, and then flew into Du Lin's arms.

"How cute." Secretary Sora exclaimed, and then he saw Poole lying on the recliner: "Mr. Poole, what's wrong with you?"

Poole told the story of what happened to him, which made Mrs. Anne laugh. The two secretaries did not laugh - they were very professional and tried hard to hold back their laughter. They also managed their expressions very strictly, but the twitching of their facial muscles still betrayed their true inner feelings.

(End of this chapter)