Durin's Diary

Chapter 594: Life is always just getting by
Du Lin looked at the boy kneeling in front of him and pointed at the letter in his hand: "Your brother is an interesting young man."

"My brother and I both came from the Veterans Orphanage. For children like us, our fathers always died in mysterious circumstances, and we lost contact with our mothers long ago. My brother has been helping us orphans all these years. Although we are not related by blood, he will always be my brother."

The young man knelt before Du Lin and said, "My brother risked his life to survive. He entrusted his life to me, and my request is simple. If my brother dies, and you can help him kill all his enemies, the children of our orphanage will obey you from now on."

"Do you have the final say?" Uryula, who was standing behind Dulin, asked with a smile.

"You tell me a name. As long as he is not a half-step legend, we young people will always find a way to send him to the west. Young Master Du Lin has a good gun, and we also have confidence in our gun skills." The young man was very tough.

Du Lin nodded. "Alright, if your brother is safe, then I don't need your loyalty." Then, Du Lin stood up and said, "You can stay in the Everburning Fortress for the time being. If you're fine, don't come back to Nice."

"I know, Lord Durin. From today on, I cannot appear in the same scene with my brother. Killing two people in two different places is always harder than killing two people in the same place."

The boy's answer made Du Lin nod with satisfaction. "I'm very satisfied that you understand this."

After saying that, Du Lin asked Mrs. Lin's little follower to take him to the guest room to rest.

"Master, this child and his brother..." "Go ask around and find out how their father died and whether their mother is still alive. These children are quite interesting. If they came up with this on their own, they are truly formidable. It's a pity that the child has his own ideas. That's fine too."

"Okay, leave this matter to me. Young master, just wait for my good news." Uryula said and left.

Durin leaned back in his chair, stroking Kal'tsit as he thought about the news the child had brought him - the Sidney Alliance was not a solid block, and the nobles and the royal family were ultimately in the same bed but had different dreams, and were only superficially united.

But this is too much of a mismatch.

Du Lin thought about it, and finally found Mrs. Idar, who was responsible for collecting public intelligence in the Three Saints Society, and asked her to help collect all the newspapers on the market in Sidney, whether they were public or small newspapers circulated within the aristocracy and business alliances - collecting intelligence through the content of newspapers has always been a craft.

Especially the deformed relationship between the royal family, the aristocracy and the citizens in Sidney's case.

What the hell is this thing that the original creator created? It has nothing to do with the republic, nobility, or kingdom. It just highlights an abstraction.

After arranging everything, Durin walked out of the reception room with Kal'tsit in his arms. He then saw Old Ish standing in the hall. The old man was also taken aback when he saw Durin's appearance. "They say you've turned into a bone lich."

"Yes." Du Lin nodded his candle dragon skull with a strange look.

Old Ish took a deep breath.

Du Lin cut back before the old Lublin war wolf could roar.

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After hearing Durin's explanation, Old Ish was still very unhappy: "Why did you want to ascend to the Bone Lich? Just kill anything you don't like. If killing that tower master isn't enough, kill the nobles. If killing the nobles isn't enough, kill the Cleganes. If you can't kill them all, call me and we can kill them together. What can't be killed? Why bother learning this? Aren't you afraid of more troubles at night?"

Old Ish's words were full of savagery. Du Lin sighed, "Sometimes just killing isn't enough."

"How can I not be able to kill them? I can still live for another seventy or eighty years, and you can live for a very long time. If you can't kill them with swords, use guns. If guns can't kill them, use more terrifying weapons. I know you can invent them." Old Ish had a ferocious look on his face when he said this.

"Uh, does that include this stuff?" Du Lin explained the properties of a colorless, odorless, oily liquid—it turns into a gas upon contact with oxygen. This liquid primarily contaminates the ground and objects, can spread through air or water, and is virtually undetectable. Contact with skin or inhalation can cause poisoning, with headaches and nausea being the primary symptoms. It can also cause central nervous system disturbances, respiratory arrest, and ultimately death.

Old Ish was silent for a moment, then he scratched the back of his head and said, "It doesn't seem to need to be so scary."

"That's right, isn't it? Besides, this kind of thing is difficult to control. If the wind blows in the wrong direction, it might even hurt our own people. So I think it's better to learn another skill. You see, ever since I learned to transform into a bone lich, even the stubborn guys in the Triarch's prison have to say "May I Help You, Sir" when they see my skeletal form. In a genuine High Elf accent."

Old Ish was amused by Du Lin's joke. After laughing, he sighed and said, "I was so worried when I heard the news of your transformation. I was afraid that you would become a half-human, half-ghost creature without leaving me a grandson."

"How could that be? There are so many girls, others are willing to give them up, but I can't." After saying that, Du Lin patted Old Ish on the back and said, "Come, mother and the others are upstairs. I'll take you upstairs to see. Let me tell you, that little devil Natalia has become more and more powerful recently. She can even recognize who is who."

These words touched old Ish's heart. He followed Du Lin upstairs, and then fell into deathly silence as he looked at his little granddaughter crawling on the ceiling: "I seem to have seen this scene in a horror movie trailer." He looked at Du Lin, his dragon eyes wide open with anger.

Du Lin looked out the window with a guilty conscience, and at the same time whistled a little guilty tune with his mouth.

The old man sitting on the balcony pointed to an empty chair beside him and said, "Yi Xu, since you're here, why not have a couple of drinks with me?"

"Damn it! How could my granddaughter become like this!" Yi Xu asked angrily.

"I didn't teach you that!" Although the old man's answer was powerful, his guilty look betrayed this old man who doted on his descendants.

The two old men sat together while cursing at each other and started drinking wine with peanuts.

Du Lin gave Natalia a look, and the little girl ran over and called the two old men "Grandpa" so loudly that their bones went soft.

The mother looked at Du Lin and said, "You've made your grandfather anxious again."

"As a man, you should always put your career first..." After saying this, Du Lin was a little speechless.

Fortunately, my mother just sighed and said, "From now on, you should think more about Anta and the others. No matter how important your career is, if you are not around, how will they live the rest of their lives? Have you ever thought about it?"

There was something else behind what his mother said, and Du Lin nodded in agreement.

You see, it's time to control your mouth.

(End of this chapter)