Durin's Diary

Chapter 612 Romil Van Krigern
Romil didn't know how he walked out of the Everburning Nest. He only remembered that the young girl who brought him out had the standard Sidney blue eyes and blonde hair. She was curious about Sidney's story.

For a child like her who was born on a farm and had never experienced slavery, working as a helper in the Everburning Nest to earn pocket money, receiving education in a local school, and not having to face the whip and abuse of the master, life was so beautiful, and everything outside was so mysterious.

Her chattering was in perfect contrast to Romiel's silence.

Finally, Romil stopped on the slope of the lower city, took out his wallet from his pocket and handed it directly to the girl.

"It'll only cost a copper if you lead the way." The girl didn't offer her hand. She looked at Romil curiously. "You may be one of Lord Durin's kind, but if you try to do something bad, everyone here will beat you up."

Romil finally laughed: "It's okay, the money inside is all my tips for you, you can use it to buy clothes."

"Then can I use them to buy a pair of shoes for my brother? The ones he wears are too old..." "Yes, if you have younger brothers and sisters, you can buy some for them too."

As Romil said this, he unbuttoned his left sleeve and pinned his favorite sleeve pin to her collar: "Go back, child."

She didn't understand, but having money was always a good thing. Everyone said that Mr. Du Lin's guests were always generous, and this time it seemed that she was the lucky one.

So she bowed happily to express her gratitude, and then went back the way she came.

Romil looked at her back. The girl was wearing some old clothes, which should have belonged to her sister. The family was not rich, but they were full of vigor and vitality.

Romil sighed, rolled up his sleeves, and walked towards the teleportation center.

"Lord Romil, please get in the car." A young agent from the Department of Homeland Security came forward.

"No, let the driver go back to the embassy. Why do we always have to be one step faster in life? Is it useful?" Romil retorted with a smile.

"My Lord is very happy. It seems that this trip must have been fruitful."

There is a harvest...I guess so.

Romil smiled.

At this time, a small old man dressed in Tang Dynasty clothes came over. He looked at Romil, sighed, and stuffed a pot of wine into his arms. "My last name is Yan Zhenqing. You look like you just came down from the Everburning Nest. What's wrong? Little brother Dulin didn't treat you well."

"Yes, he scolded me, but it was a good scolding. It woke me up." Romil replied with a smile.

"Chao Wendao... that's fine." The old man patted Romil's shoulder and said, "A man has to shoulder something, no matter his height, right?"

"Yes." Romil nodded vigorously.

The old man left. Only then did the suppressed young man finally let out a sigh of relief: "Is this the legendary Candle Dragon mentioned in the intelligence? I didn't think it was them at first..."

"It's them, you're stupid. If he wants to kill me, he can just snap his fingers from ten meters away. I'll die with you." After saying that, Romil patted his arm and said, "Let's go."

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After returning to Paris, Romiel did not go home first, but went straight back to the Summer Palace.

After getting off the car, he pulled out the sleeve pin from his right sleeve and handed it to the young agent who had been following him all the way: "Please help me return this sleeve pin to my mother."

Then he walked into the side door, entered the inner palace first, and knocked on Mrs. Gala's door.

"My lady won't see any guests," her chief maid said angrily. "Shut your stinking mouth, you son of a bitch! This palace has always belonged to the Cleghan family. Even if it's filled with the coffins of Cleghan men, it's still the Cleghan family morgue!"

Romil's curses were harsh and loud.

He's gambling.

He won.

Mrs. Gala opened the door of the room and with just a look, she made her chief maid leave in fear.

"I thought you wouldn't open the door. After all, the crown prince is dead and you haven't even gone to see him." Romil looked at the woman in front of him. At this moment, he thought of when he was young, she also didn't attend the funeral.

"He's dead, and I'm heartbroken. I swore to Lady Mia that I would nominate her only son to be king of this land. I broke my promise." The lady looked at Romil and said, "I know you must be angry. I forgive you for yelling outside my door this time, but there won't be a next time."

"If I don't call you, will you open the door?" Romil said, looking at the woman in front of him. "You are a Marseille orphan. How did the royal spies raid the meeting site of the Marseille orphanage? How did they know the backup location of the orphanage?"

"You are not qualified to ask this question." Mrs. Gala put on her airs.

"I am a man of the Clegane family! I have the right to ask you this question in person! You can choose not to answer me! But I have the power! I deserve it!" At the end of his words, the veins on Romil's forehead were about to burst.

Perhaps she had never realized that this young man had such a cruel side. Mrs. Gala thought for a moment and finally sighed, "I realized that I really have fallen in love with Huck. I betrayed my companions, betrayed the oath we made in the attic, peeled off the skin on the back of my hand, and betrayed them all myself."

After saying that, she looked at the junior in front of her: "Why, did Du Lin just tell you this?"

"Bitch." Romil pouted and turned to walk towards the hall.

"You know that word you just said! I can kill you!"

"Fuck you! No, you don't have a mother! You bitch from a Marseilles military orphanage! You betrayed everything! Now you're planning to betray the Cleghan family! Come and kill me! If you kill me, the Cleghan family will be doomed!"

The noise in the corridor soon reached Harker's ears. He waved his hand, and the eunuchs, fearing that they might hear something they shouldn't, fled.

Soon, his wife and his nephew came to him.

"Where is your tutor, Romir? The Cleganes have never taught their children to address their elders like that. Apologize to Lady Gala! Otherwise I will break your legs!" Their Majesty sat on the Iron Throne with a puzzled look on his face.

"Before you do anything, let me finish the story that Durin told me." Romil said as he unbuttoned his coat. "Before I tell you my story, my lord, do you remember the origin of this coat?"

"...I remember, my father, your grandfather gave it to you." Huck recognized it.

"Yes, my grandfather gave it to me. I loved it so much that my grandfather, the tailor, sewed gold thread and silver edges on it for me." After saying this, Romil hung the piece of clothing on the back of a chair and sat down. "The story that follows may be difficult to hear, but I believe that once I tell it, it will solve all my problems."

Yes, all problems.

The proverb of the Changtang people is really well said.

Chao Wen said.

Xi can die.

(End of this chapter)