Durin's Diary

Chapter 65 Everyone must die

After being beaten and hung on the wall by the wizard, Utari became much more honest after confirming Durin's identity. He told the story of the so-called incident in the north in detail.

Early this morning, while Dulin was still washing up, Tony and his brother Lewandowski took a boat to their destination.

Lewan's target is the Sun Banshee, and he heard about the evil things in the village from his former employer. The members of various churches have already arrived at the destination. Of course, they have agreed with Lewan before that the Sun Banshee will stay for a week. It is a good thing that Lewan can deal with it himself, but if he fails again, the churches will not allow a Sun Banshee to appear in the wheat fields every day.

But last night, a believer in the Church of the God of Human Machinery and Craftsmen also received the task of hunting down the Sun Banshee.

Du Lin didn't want to know how this mission came about, but because of this mission, when Lewand and Tony arrived at their destination, the Sun Banshee had already been hunted down. A conflict broke out between the two sides, and Lewand was killed. Tony survived, but was shot five times. If it weren't for His Excellency Bishop Bol of the Church of the Sun Goddess who intervened and helped Tony to survive, he would have died as well.

"You were there, right?" Du Lin sat on the sofa and asked the boy who was kneeling on one leg in front of him.

"You know who I am. I'm a bastard, and I have no say in this matter. It was all done by those bastards from the Church of the God of Machinery and Craftsmen. I can give you the list you want, and I can also provide their portraits. I've taken photos with them. Just don't take me with you when you kill them."

It sounds nice, but the malice in this kid's mouth has already flowed to the soles of his feet.

But Du Lin didn't care. He took a pen and paper and wrote down the address: "Send it to me. This is my address."

Higgins was silent. This time he didn't dare to be stubborn anymore. Instead, he looked at Mr. Qinlun.

Mr. Qinlun shook his head and looked at Du Lin: "Young sir, the dwarves will handle this matter themselves."

"Tony and I are friends. His elder brother died, so I have to help him." Du Lin said this, smiling and squinting at Higgins.

Higgins (Etta) Utari.

Night Watch Sequence 6: Night Watchman

Attributes:
Power: 11
Agility: 16
Constitution: 14
Intelligence: 10
Perception: 18
Charisma: 21
The prodigal son is a story about Etta. In the Elf Territory, there was a girl named Betty waiting for him, but for the sake of his ideals and beliefs, he did not turn back.

Betty? Du Lin understood a little. He looked at Higgins in front of him and asked, "How old are you?"

"Twenty years old, older than you, sir." Higgins grinned.

"Karina Dossem, also known as Betty, you should know her."

"how do you know!"

Higgins's expression suddenly became extremely exaggerated, almost like that of a corporate slave who finally got home early from get off work one day only to see his boss's and his wife's shoes at the door at the same time, and strange applause echoing in the house. The corporate slave's smile was mixed with pain, disappointment, tension, anger, and boundless despair.

Daju, the subtext of your words is too much. Can you not be so vivid? How could there be such a twisted thing like yours in the hospital database?

I was created by humans, Mr. Dulin.

Well, this is the bad thing about AI. All doubts about AI will become boomerangs and hit the head of human civilization itself.

As for Karina Dossem - she was the granddaughter that old Enrique mentioned, Anta's good roommate. Dulin had met her once. At that time, the girl had a dark face and looked at everyone as if they owed her money. Daju had also done an appraisal for her.

Thinking of this, Du Lin complained inwardly while quickly waving his hands. To prevent this kid from turning into a twisted monster or some other alien species, Du Lin explained, "Her grandfather brought her to see me, but she said she had someone she liked and rejected me outright, saying she was in Copenhagen. When I saw you today, it suddenly occurred to me that according to the intelligence, you're the only person of my age in Copenhagen. I didn't expect such a good girl to be keeping her oath for you."

Du Lin's last words were full of sarcasm, but this time Higgins nodded helplessly: "Yes, I took the wrong path, so the Lord of the Dorsem family hates me. I also think I was wrong, so you are right to scold me."

You are not hopeless, kid, it's okay.

Thinking of this, Du Lin reached out, and the magician's hand took the cigarette box on the coffee table for Du Lin. The cigarettes should belong to Mr. Qin Lun. Du Lin also offered the cigarettes to Higgins. Du Lin looked at him and said, "Higgins Utari, I don't know how much of a bastard you were before, but I hope you can understand. When Karina first met me, she was a little hesitant when she mentioned that person. She obviously didn't know whether to forgive you, so..."

"Brother! Help me!" Higgins slid down to his knees in front of Du Lin.

Du Lin glanced at Mr. Qin Lun, who was also a little surprised. It was obvious that he had never seen such a funny side of the young master of a criminal gang.

"Then you have to express your gratitude." Du Lin said.

"I don't bring much money. I can get it for you as much as you want." Higgins lay on Durin's legs like a prairie elf, looking at him eagerly, more like a lynx than Kal'tsit.

"Do you think I'm short of money?" Du Lin rolled his eyes at the boy. "The Circle of Truth sent me here this time. Although there's no mission, I need some helpers. I think instead of recruiting others, I should recruit you, a local tyrant. Higgins, help me with something, and I'll help you. I'll tell your Betty that you've changed."

"Really." Higgin's eyes widened and tears rolled down his cheeks.

"It's more real than gold, but I also have requirements." Du Lin's expression became serious.

"If you don't want money, I'll take you to the best club!" Higgins let out a sharp scream unique to rich people.

Du Lin covered his chest and looked at Mr. Qin Lun again. Mr. Qin Lun, did you know that this little bastard is so arrogant? This time, Mr. Qin Lun smiled knowingly.

Well, he actually seemed to know.

"Listen to me, you're my subordinate. I'm paying you, so why should I ask you to pay?" Du Lin saw the boy's snot about to fall. He felt desperate and could only quickly push the boy away. "Okay, since you can still be saved, I'll help you. My request is simple: put away your cynicism. You know, guys like you don't look like gang members."

"Ah?" This time it was Higgins' turn to look at Mr. Qinlun at a loss.

Du Lin sighed and stood up: "Mr. Qin Lun, is there a cloakroom?"

"Yes, I'll take you there."

………………

Du Lin spent fifteen minutes giving the boy a bath, washing off the oil on his head and face, steaming his face with a ritual, and rubbing a lot of mud on it.

Then he used hair removal to remove the hair on Higgins' face, and Du Lin combed the boy's hair back with hair oil, and then let him wear Mr. Qinlun's formal shirt, followed by a beautiful vest.

Then there are the trousers. They are both wide-legged, but Dooling's wide-legged trousers look good with small leather shoes, while Higgins's wide-legged trousers are too long and even drag on the ground.

Du Lin rolled up his trouser legs twice and asked him to put on leather shoes and then a lead-colored windbreaker.

He put the pocket watch that the boy had in his trouser pocket into the watch pocket of his vest and buckled the chain to the other side.

Finished, done.

"Is this fucking me?" Looking at the gentleman in the mirror, Higgins was puzzled. He looked at Mr. Qinlun: "Mr. Qinlun, is this really me?"

"I'm also puzzled. To be honest, this doesn't seem like you." Mr. Qinlun smiled and raised the teacup in his hand. "But to be honest, dressing like this really makes you look like an important person. You are not without money, Higgins."

At this time, someone pushed open the cloakroom door. It was old Enrique. He saw Du Lin and said, "What are you doing in the cloakroom? Qin Lun, Du Lin, and who is this person? Can't you introduce them to me?"

"It's me, Higgins, Grandpa Dorsem." The young master of the criminal group called out with a flattering look on his face.

Old Enrique was silent for a moment and then looked at Qin Lun, his face full of disgust as if he had eaten a fly: "Are my eyes broken? This is fucking Higgins!"

"It's him. Okay, my old Enrique, let's go to the cocktail party." Qin Lun smiled and pushed old Enrique away.

Higgins, who stayed behind, looked at Dulin.

Du Lin felt that if he continued to remain silent, something might happen, so he patted Higgins on the shoulder and said, "What do you mean?"

Higgins lowered his head, lifted up Dulin's left hand, and kissed the personal ring on Dulin's ring finger: "You have earned my loyalty, Mr. Dulin. From today on, I will be your sword."

Du Lin smiled and patted Higgins on the shoulder.

"Remember, Higgins, life needs beauty, and inner beauty is as important as outer beauty."

"Yes, sir, from now on I will pay attention to my appearance every day, and I will personally deliver the things you want to you tomorrow."

Du Lin nodded, then motioned for him to follow: "Okay, now that we've finished our business, it's time to challenge ourselves at the long buffet table in the banquet hall."

Higgins laughed: "This is the first time I've heard of it."

Du Lin raised his eyebrows and walked ahead.

As for why Du Lin needed information about those little bastards.

Very simple.

Because revenge killings really do solve most problems, and they also solve the idiots who created them.

I finally got to the edge of supernatural powers, but you almost cut off this clue and almost killed my good friend.

Du Lin doesn't think he is a savior or a saint, and he can't stand all kinds of troubles, so everyone must die.

This is a bad era because there are no mature laws that can effectively protect the innocent.

This is also a good era because there are no absurd laws that can effectively protect murderers.

(End of this chapter)