Durin's Diary

Chapter 666: One Cup

Since he wanted to cause trouble for the Demon Lord, Du Lin had to create a new persona for himself.

This necromancer in Durin was transformed from a Sequence Zero Invisible Being. He was a tall middle-aged man with a thin face, a tuft of beard, and the appearance of a serious scholar.

The Invisible One cannot create spell slots, but Durin does. As a Candle Dragon Warlock who has been promoted to the maximum level, Durin has enough spell tables to role-play any kind of spellcaster - druid, mage, warlock, no problem. Even the undead spell tables that were initially missing have been perfectly supplemented because of the inheritance of the Bone Lich.

Therefore, Du Lin obtained the address of the secret club of the necromancers from the spies of the Trinity - the Trinity has at least eleven such secret clubs, and in fact, there are many in major cities in various countries. The necromancers you think are digging graves in cemeteries and mass graves every day.

Today's necromancers are all well-mannered scholars. For example, the city that Du Lin is going to visit today is Lausanne in Switzerland.

Lausanne, Switzerland, has beautiful scenery and is a popular travel and vacation destination all year round. The medical school here is also very famous.

Yes, that’s right. Most of the necromancers nowadays have formal identities, such as Negan Loval, the professor of anatomy at the academy.

The Three Saints have an agreement with the Primordial Council of Creation - as long as the necromancer with a formal identity can behave himself, they will basically not be touched.

Because controlled necromancers are easier to deal with than wild necromancers, and in order to maintain their own identities, necromancers are unwilling to do things too extreme.

After all, if they really attracted the bishops of the original creator's family, it would be a disaster for the X family.

So Du Lin changed his clothes and opened the door of the bar looking like a scholar.

The old woman at the bar stared at the middle-aged man who was the incarnation of Durin. It was simple because a spellcaster with legendary strength pushed the door open with a flower on his chest - a violet. In this area, this is a flower given to the dead.

Only those who wear this flower outside the gate, have the reaction of the caster, and carry a letter of recommendation can enter here.

Otherwise they would just go into a seemingly normal bar.

It is also the certification mark of the secret club - the club is based on a recommendation system, so how did this person get the recommendation?

"Good afternoon, ma'am. Give me a Red Mary, with whiskey and brandy, and a little hot honey."

"No problem, sir." She watched Du Lin sit at the bar, nodded, and began to mix the cocktail: "I don't know how you found my little shop."

"Reagan Lowanta, the old dog, refused to give me any recommendations until I fed him two bottles of Long Tang liquor." Du Lin gave the name.

This was a genuine necromancer and a member of the Lovanta family of the Triarchal Society. Du Lin asked him to write a recommendation for him, and the old man was naturally satisfied.

There is no problem at all.

Hearing this name, the old woman seemed relieved - you see, it was recommended by the Eighth Ring Necromancer, and Du Lin himself was a legend, and Reagan really liked Chang Tang Liquor the most, all of these matched, which proved that the two parties had known each other for a long time.

"I don't know your last name yet." The old woman asked as she poured the wine.

"Sigmund Freud," Dulin replied with a smile. The Freud surname had produced many psychopathic necromancers, but unfortunately, people are afraid of fame, just as pigs are afraid of weight. All the genuine Freud family members had long since died. Why was Dulin so sure? Because the murderer was a demon-hunting team from the Church of the Original Creator, and they had hundreds of Freud skulls in their possession.

Therefore, those who dare to say that their last name is Floyd are either experienced necromancers who are not afraid of anything, or newcomers who are not afraid of death.

Judging from the strength displayed by Du Lin when he entered the door, it must be the former. After all, there is no newcomer with legendary strength.

"Mr. Sigmund, welcome to Zuimeng. You've come at an inopportune time. Everyone is busy. If you're willing to come out after 8 p.m., you might meet some like-minded companions."

"I know. After all, I also worked in a medical school for a period of time. However, I resigned due to some things some time ago. After all, no matter how bad we are, we are not as bad as some nobles and their leaders. Compared with them, we are as innocent as a child." Du Lin stopped talking here.

After all, these contents have been released, and anyone who is politically sensitive knows who this is talking about.

Because Durin almost had "I, Sigmund, am the Sidney Southern Army's lonely stinking piece of shit, the Clegern family, I hope they all die as soon as possible" written on his face.

"Yeah, I think so too. Some people are scarier than demons and devils, yet they pretend to be more innocent than us. It's really weird." The old woman said as she poured the prepared drink into the glass. "This is the most popular Red Mary in this bar. Please enjoy it."

Du Lin smiled and raised his glass: "Thank you."

After taking two sips, Du Lin turned around and looked at the old man who had walked in. The latter seemed not to have expected Du Lin to be there. He looked at the old woman at the bar: "Marilyn, my dear sister, this is..."

"Sigmund Freud, recommended by Reagan Lowanta."

"Didn't he go to the Three Saints Meeting, this traitor?" The old man's eyes suddenly turned red.

"The Trinity isn't a church. He went to the Trinity, but we weren't attacked by the church." The old woman said with a smile and looked at Du Lin. "Don't worry, this is Kario Movitz. He has some grudges against Reagan."

"Reagan knows nothing about necromancy. He thinks making bones dance is something special." At this point, the old man looked at Durin and said, "Mr. Sigmund, why don't you show us your talent?"

Du Lin smiled and nodded.

The skeleton hanging on the shelf by the wall suddenly unbuttoned the buttons on the spine behind it. He jumped over the counter like a human being, reached out, and took the cocktail shaker from the old woman Marilyn who understood his intention.

Under the gaze of the two old men, the skeleton began to mix cocktails. It first added a portion of vodka, then ice cubes and lime juice, and then a little ginger juice, and then began its dazzling performance.

Until finally, it took three cups from the shelf and divided the wine in the pot into three equal parts.

"A glass of vodka, on the rocks, lime juice, ginger beer, and most importantly, some love." Old Cario winked and laughed, "You seem to like Lord Durin's movies too."

"Who doesn't like the bizarre future world in Lord Du Lin's movies?" After saying that, Du Lin smiled and raised the glass in his hand: "Come on, toast to us."

(End of this chapter)