Durin's Diary

Chapter 598 Follow-up
The intelligence network of the Three Saints Society soon received information that a child from the orphanage had fallen to his death on the side of the railway. The cause of death announced by the police seemed to be that he fell while stealing on the train.

However, the Three Saints Society has an insider in the local police force, who said that the deceased was unable to accept the ritual of talking with the dead. Her soul was still there, but she would not accept a response.

This was a brand new topic. Durin asked several old men and women from the Triarchs about this question. In the end, Uryula, who had lived a long life and was knowledgeable, said that if a person died with the descendants of Jaeger nearby, his soul would not be able to accept the ritual of talking with the dead.

"Yager's offspring?"

"Yes, this is a little secret that everyone knows. This is a god of the new era. He also had a family background before becoming a god. So after becoming a god, among his descendants who remained in the mortal world, there began to be sons of gods. These descendants with his blood gradually became existences without family background over time. Some children would suddenly return to their ancestors and possess such power."

After Uryula explained this, Du Lin understood - the man definitely did not die from stealing on the train.

It's quite interesting. These kids are also very brave. They took advantage of the fact that the military, the royal family and the nobles are not in harmony with each other, and boldly eliminated the traitors among them. The three parties may think of using lie detection to deal with these kids, but those who can use this technique will definitely not go along with them.

interesting.

"Please take special care of these children. I can use them as military orphans. As long as they can serve me, I don't have to worry about their loyalty." Du said to Uryula.

"Master, are you really at ease?"

"My father died inexplicably, and my mother disappeared inexplicably. The brothers and sisters in the orphanage are repeating the same cycle when they leave. What do you want the children to think? If I were in that position, I would definitely unite all the military orphans, find a backer, and then kill everyone who killed their father and mother."

"Master, are you willing to make that knife?" Uryula didn't quite understand.

"Is that a knife? It's a judgment of revenge, a sharp blade of justice, Uryula. If I can help the children achieve their revenge, these young people will be able to be used by me. The assassins of the Trinity, the soldiers of the farm, and these future officers will all be of great use to me in the future."

Du Lin's answer made Uryula nod in understanding: "Okay, Master, I will pay attention to all issues in this regard."

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After walking out of Durin's office and down the stairs to the first floor, Urjula looked at the old woman from Idal, who was standing by the stairs with a smile: "We've finally come to this, right?"

"This land cannot be saved by love and friendship alone, right?" Urjula extended his hand and shook hands with the elf.

The latter, a member of the Jinye family, was very happy: "It was my informant who recommended a lot of jobs in the name of Master Du Lin, and also told them a lot of stories about how much Master Du Lin protects his people."

"You did a good job. If this thing really succeeds, our young master will be one step closer to his dream." Uryula was very satisfied.

"The young master said that he is willing to fight for this leaf, and so do we." The elf said with a smile.

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"You asked why Lord Durin's Chamber of Commerce established a branch in Nice. This also needs to be investigated. You even called me here. What do you mean I understand Lord Durin? I should understand him just because I took his cigarette box. I'm not his wife. You're crazy." Looking at the high-rise buildings rising from the ground in front of her, Sheriff Melissa didn't care about it.

She didn't care, and her colleagues were even less so - Lord Durin's Chamber of Commerce's investment in Nice would bring more business opportunities and employment opportunities here. In addition to the Chamber of Commerce branch, they also invested in a farm, a forest farm and a shooting club.

"Shooting Club, that's a pretty fresh name."

"When wealthy people get together, they either play cards or drink tea. Now that there's another activity, I think it will attract quite a few people."

"Yes, they also hired a lot of children from military orphanages as gun boys." "That's a good idea."

While evaluating the shooting range in front of them, the two men also tried out the new muskets in front of them.

"It's really good. I never used such a good fast-moving gun when I was in the army." The middle-aged colleague unloaded a magazine and praised the semi-automatic rifle in his hand.

Melissa tried the pistol once and was very fond of this small pistol - such a small pistol could even be held in one hand, and the recoil was small. Although it was using a 10mm bullet, the perceived recoil was smaller than that of a pistol using a small-caliber bullet.

"How are you going to write the report?" She looked at his colleague.

"What else can I write? Of course I have to write it realistically. Mr. Du Lin's investment has brought a lot of prospects and benefits to Nice. I think it's great that we can all make money together." After saying that, the middle-aged man handed the gun to the gun boy, who skillfully checked the gun and then put it back on the gun rack.

"Good boy, not bad." He exclaimed with a smile.

"You can't do our job without some skills," the child replied.

He smiled shyly.

Walking out of the club, Melissa watched her old friend get into the local police department's car and leave.

She reached her car and Royce Haze Sr. opened the door for her.

"How do you say that?" he asked with a smile.

"Our old friend has done so much at the grassroots level, but his abilities have all been wasted. The shooting club is obviously the real highlight. The Chamber of Commerce branch and the forest farm are all fake. What Mr. Du Lin wants is this club. There's something wrong with the military orphan."

"Then how do we write our report?"

"We write as he writes."

"Then why do you say there's a problem?"

"Problems are problems, and no problems are no problems."

At this point in the conversation, Melissa took out a cigarette from her cigarette case and lit it for herself: "Where's the brother of the girl who fell to her death by the railroad tracks a few days ago?"

"He drowned. The roads were slippery in the spring and he accidentally slipped into the icy pond. By the time the adults came, he had been under the ice for ten minutes and could not be saved." I heard that the person in charge of this matter was a noble. Now several families are quarreling with each other, and the military is cursing every day.

"He deserves it." Melissa said this and glanced at Old Royce. "This matter concerns Lord Durin. Don't mention it in your report to the South."

"Why?" Old Royce asked as he started the car.

"Trust me, old man. If you don't want to go to the Endless Wilderness and complain to Secretary Roy, just trust me this time, okay?" After saying that, Melissa took a deep puff of cigarette, and the therapeutic smoke filled her lungs.

"Okay, I'll listen to you. After all, being sent to the Endless Wilderness by Secretary Roy's second son is a hellish joke in itself." The old man nodded and no longer hesitated.

(End of this chapter)