Durin's Diary

Chapter 601 Distance
The middle-aged man who said goodbye to Melissa stopped the car in front of the phone booth, got out of the car and stretched out his hand.

A falcon landed on his wrist.

"My old friend is gone." He saw the answer in its eyes, so he let his pet go and the middle-aged man walked into the phone booth.

He put the coin in and dialed a number.

Soon, a half-grown child answered the phone: "Hello, who is this?"

"Two two five seven five four, the weather is nice today."

"225754, this is operator number seven. The lady is with me." The child said, and a moment later, a girl answered the phone: "225754, thank you for calling. What can I do for you, home?"

"The guests from Sulem Forest Farm have left. The one who came is Chief Inspector Melissa. She is familiar with Lord Durin and she should not cross your bottom line." The middle-aged man put away his cynicism.

"I understand. On behalf of everyone, thank you for your efforts," the girl replied.

"For a blood feud." The middle-aged man replied.

"For a blood feud." The girl answered and hung up the phone first.

The middle-aged man hung up the phone, opened the door of the phone booth, and got back into the car.

Lighting a cigarette, he looked at the photo next to the dashboard. In the photo, his wife and children were smiling at him.

Some people think that when a soldier reaches middle age, with children and a wife, he will forget his origins and the oath he made in the attic.

How is it possible? The anger and oaths that everyone carries have been tormenting every life for hundreds of years. Only on the day when great revenge is achieved, will those dead on that long list have a day to rest in peace.

Thinking of this, he took a puff of his cigarette and then looked at the large burn scar on the back of his left hand.

He told others that it was caused by a burn on a kettle on the stove when he was young. But who knew that he was not actually from Nice... but a survivor of the Marseilles.

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"What did you just say to Du Lin?"

Looking at Duke Elsh standing in front of the gate, shaking hands and saying goodbye to the old people who came out one by one, Lady Gala sighed for no reason.

Her husband was free today, so the old elf at the art center was the audience listening to her complaints and sighs.

"Let's talk about the past. When people get old, they always talk about the past," the old elf said, looking at Dulin in the distance. "The people of Changtang always call clever children like Dulin monsters. Beneath their youthful appearance, they hide old and terrifying souls. Those so-called tricks are nothing but a laughable performance in front of them."

"Really?" Gala said, sighing, "What a pity Huck didn't come today."

The old elf looked at Lady Gala: "You mentioned him again. It seems just as they said. No one at that time could have imagined that you would end up on Hark's side." "Someone once said that the only difference in a woman's life is who she marries." Lady Gala looked at Durin at the gate. The young man was discussing something with an old man dressed as a wizard. "My daughters envy Reed because she is deeply trusted by Durin..."

"They never considered that loyalty is relative. Nothing can be gained without giving. And Durin is a young man as cunning as a fox. I have never heard of anyone being able to deceive him." The old elf sighed and said, "I still remember your daughters. They were so pure when they were young..."

"People change, old friend. You're right, I haven't changed. It's not just me; my daughters have also been tainted by this civilization." Madam Gala watched the old wizard say goodbye to Dulin as he led Reed toward the carriage. "There are signs of Dulin's involvement with the Nice military, but neither the local Homeland Security Special Service nor the Sulem Forest Farm's reports mention it."

"I was born into the Nice Army. Is it any use for you to tell me this?" The old elf smiled.

"I was born into the Marseilles Military Orphanage." Madam Gala lowered her head and looked at the lightning tattoo on the back of her hand. "Nice Military Orphanage is a historic military orphanage in Sidney. Countless heroes have emerged from it, but it has also buried countless love and hatred. There are too many Nice Military Orphans in the Homeland Security Special Forces and the Sulem Forest Farm. When their reports don't produce anything interesting, I know there's something wrong."

"Are you going to betray them?" asked the old elf with a smile.

"If I'm right, you'll pull your gun out of the holster behind you." Looking at his old friend, Gala smiled and shook his head: "You're not Du Lin, how can you hurt me?"

"I'm dead when we meet. I'm from the Nice Army. Once I die, the Nice Army will know there's something wrong with you. Then someone will naturally come to kill you and your child. His Majesty is still young, he can marry a woman and have another child, but your line will die out. When you became Hake's wife, a few years later, the Marseille Army was betrayed by a traitor, and so many people died."

At this point, the old elf unleashed his revolver from behind his back. "And Durin is right here. If I die, he'll only need a single reminder to understand everything. He'll immediately move the children."

"I am a Maasai. How could I betray my compatriots? Do these rural rumors really matter?" Gala frowned.

"I don't know whether what you said is true or not, but many people say that you betrayed them. Those children who were orphaned by the Marseilles Army did not all die. Several of them have achieved success now. They carry a blood feud and are only looking forward to an opportunity." The old elf said this and handed the gun upside down to Gala.

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Don't you understand yet?" The old elf smiled. "I remember I told you that my father was an elf born in Nice."

"Yes, I remember." At this point, Gala stopped her hand that was about to catch the gun.

"I haven't told you who my mother is, right? My father followed my grandfather and traveled south of Sidney. Later in Marseille, he met a woman with a lightning mark on the back of her hand. He fell madly in love with this short-lived human girl and even broke up with his father." The old elf laughed when he said this. He shook his hand and pointed the gun at Gala.

He was unable to pull the trigger because the nearby guards had already opened fire.

As the old elf fell down, he sighed slowly.

"Roy used his death to prove the injustice of the Northern Royal Family, and I used my death to prove that you are the traitor who betrayed everyone..."

Gala looked at the old man lying in a pool of blood, then turned her head to look towards the street.

The carriage had gone away, but an eagle owl had landed on a nearby branch.

The big bright yellow eyes were filled with icy coldness.

(End of this chapter)