Durin's Diary

Chapter 618: Stumbling on the Land of Injustice

The gray-haired old man sat on the terrace outside the cafe.

Early in the morning, the young people in the town gathered together and ran around the town while shouting slogans.

Many old people like him look at these young people with envy, envying their youth and young age, envying their time and years.

"If I were as young as they are, I would join Lord Durin's army and fight against the smallest yet greatest ambition."

"As for you, when you were young you were out of breath after walking a few steps. Stop bragging."

The old man listened to the conversation of his peers and mixed the coffee in his hand with a smile.

Until an elf came to him. He was wearing a linen robe unique to the Great Wasteland and sat down in front of him. "Fisher Gregory, you old fish, if it weren't for the scar at the corner of your eye, I wouldn't dare recognize you."

"You got the wrong person."

"I, Spencer, have never mistaken someone for someone else." The elf smiled and looked at the waiter: "A cup of coffee, made in the Northern style, with milk first and sugar later, okay?"

"You old fool, do you think it's fun to bully young people?" The old man cursed with a smile.

After cursing, he stood up and said, "Don't bully the young man. I'll go with you."

"Sir..." The store manager came over.

"The Blue Sword Saint came to ask me for help. Let alone you, even sending Six Fingers here would be a death trap." After saying this, the old man tore off the mask on his face, revealing Fisher's true appearance. "You came to see me for something important."

"My two young masters would like to invite you to come out of retirement and establish an Austrian-Swiss military intelligence agency, with you as the director." Spencer said straight to the point.

"There are too many people, it's hard to handle, right? Since I was asked to come out, that kid named Elsh must have made some gesture." Fisher said with a smile.

"Master Poole thought of you, and Master Durin heard about it and thought it was a good idea to invite you. However, he thought you, an old man, were greedy, so he gave me two things." The first item Spencer handed over was a gold cigarette case.

There is a relief on it with a profile portrait of Secretary Roy.

"You think you can bribe me with just a cigarette box?" Although Fisher said stubbornly, he had already taken the cigarette box and put it in his arms.

"And a photo." The second item Spencer handed over was a photo.

Fisher took the photo in confusion.

He saw his younger self, the young Robert, and even more so, the young Roy, holding the hand of a little girl.

Fisher sighed.

He nodded. "Tell Lord Poole I'll pack up and take up my new position in three days with my full team. I hope he'll have an office ready for me and my young men."

"Yes, there will be many young people who are willing to shed blood and sacrifice for this land, waiting for you to choose."

"They are the young men fighting for Durin's greatest, tiny aspiration. Well, the purest young men, who would have no complaints even if they were sacrificed. Our enemies come from all over the world, but there will also be like-minded people from all over the world who will stand shoulder to shoulder with us to rebuild our paradise. I never thought I would witness such a perfect scene in my twilight years. It's truly perfect."

After Fisher finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to Spencer: "I'm very curious. I thought I was a good hider. How did you find me?" Spencer smiled and looked at the young man dodging behind the old fish.

Don’t you already know the answer?

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The Austrian-Swiss Military Intelligence Agency was rebuilt three days later. The director was said to be elusive, but the middle-level officers of the Military Intelligence Agency were very capable, and the young people selected were brave and fighting.

A week later, the Military Intelligence Agency's support team clashed with the Department of Homeland Security on the border. The two sides exchanged fire, and the Austrian-Swiss Military Intelligence Agency suffered three deaths and seven injuries. The other side's bait team disguised as deserters and the subsequent pursuit team were completely wiped out.

Subsequently, a conflict broke out between the two armies. The Austrian-Swiss mage force arrived first and was attacked by the Sidney military mage when they used alchemical equipment to attack the ground.

But the Austrian-Swiss mage force abided by the rules of engagement and always kept half of its personnel aloft waiting for engagement.

The Farol people suffered a great loss.

With this record, many young people with a military background in the Sulem Forest Farm simply chose to change their careers - they joined the Military Intelligence Bureau after passing the rigorous lie detection and psychological detection.

Since I can't get a fair treatment at the Sulem Forest Farm, I'll join the Austrian-Swiss Military Intelligence Agency, where talented young people will be valued.

The military orphans from all over the south of Sidney began to retreat to Austria-Switzerland through various channels. In Nice, Dulin helped these orphans escape from the local area through the Chang Tang people's fleet, leaving no wounded.

In places like Marseille, which were originally controlled by Northernists, the army left on a large scale.

In other cities, as long as the military orphans want to leave, the local consulate of the grassland elves, the Austrian-Swiss Chamber of Commerce, the Farol Business Association, the smuggling channels owned by local communities, and even some Changtang ship owners can provide help.

Moreover, the retreat was very fast. By the time the Department of Homeland Security thought of this moment, the retreat had already been completed.

Dulin had planned this long ago and had arranged everything. Even the smuggling channels chose to compromise in the face of the Adriatic Sea safe pass issued by Dulin - there was no other way. The goods in Changtang, Austria were both abundant and good. As long as they could get a safe pass, they could purchase the goods at a cheap price at the source and make a lot of money by reselling them.

Farol could only sell the goods twice, and by the time they reached Sidney, they were already the third or even fourth hand. The profit had become slim. Now, there was suddenly a way. They only needed to smuggle some people out of the city to gain the friendship of the Protector of Turin and obtain the Adriatic Sea safe pass signed by him.

With this Adriatic Sea Safe Pass, their smuggling ships will not be subject to any inspections in the entire Adriatic Sea and surrounding areas - even the military of the Great Wasteland and the Farol Navy are willing to give Lord Durin this favor!
Only the most daring pirates on the entire sea would dare to rob such a ship.

Therefore, throughout the southern part of Sidney, countless corridors and channels, whether from the people, the nobility or the military, all actively or passively chose to cooperate with Dulin.

And places like the Grassland Elf Consulate also unexpectedly cooperated with Durin's actions.

Dulin had inquired, and according to the children of old Enrique, they had already discussed it. At least in this matter, they would not stop Dulin, and would even help Dulin - there was no other way. In a just world, the good gods would clap their thighs and applaud when they heard it.

This made Du Lin very satisfied.

This is the good thing about having a real God. Not only does no one dare to use the name of God to offend you, but even if they have different opinions, as long as God likes it, these guys have to accommodate Du Lin.

Not convinced?

If you are not convinced, you can go to the garbage dump of history, which is suitable for all those who are dissatisfied.

(End of this chapter)