Durin's Diary

Chapter 70 Future
Du Lin opened his eyes, just like before.

I took a nap during the lunch break and slept until nightfall.

After getting dressed, he started preparing dinner for himself, Kelsey and Hummer.

"Hemer, come with me tonight, I need your help." Du Lin stroked Hemer's head, and the latter grunted, responding to Du Lin's call.

After finally adjusting the weapons on the table, Du Lin sat by the stove and began to rest. When the clock on the wall rang ten times, Du Lin stood up.

Kal'tsit poked her head out of her nest, howled, and then shrank back in.

Du Lin opened the back window of the building and went out. He snapped his fingers, and a passage opened in the hedge in front of him.

While passing through the passage, Du Lin changed his body shape, and the person who came out from the other side was a white-haired old man in a windbreaker.

Du Lin raised his hand, and Hemer lowered it quietly.

After stroking Hemer's head with his big hand, Dulin raised his hand and Hemer flew into the air.

As the capital of the Northern Kingdom, Copenhagen has electricity supply, so the streets are brightly lit - Durin had looked up the book about electricity and found that it was discovered in the Mage Tower.

The mages originally wanted to bring some technology and magic to the table, but their arcane collectors ended up converting magical energy into electricity.

After discovering that this thing could light up some devices, the invention of electricity became the greatest discovery of the last century. In the past hundred years, the power system has also been improved. The latest model of the generator is steam-type - there is no need to waste magical energy anymore.

Moreover, Copenhagen is close to the sea, and the mages burn sea water. Although they have to deal with salt crystals, at least the sea water is endless.

It really is the characteristic of another world.

Arriving at the central square, Du Lin didn't immediately rush to the bar. The night was long, and young people were just beginning to drink. There was plenty of time for hunters and prey. Furthermore, from the moment he entered the square, several police officers had been staring at him. If he hadn't been dressed appropriately, they would have come over to question him... already.

Looking at the young policeman and his older assistant approaching, Du Lin smiled and greeted them: "Good evening, young police officer."

"Good evening, old sir, official questioning." The young police officer smiled and raised his police hat.

"Ezio Auditore, from Florence." Auditore is a standard surname of the Duchy of Farol. As for why it is said to be from Florence, it is because this city has a characteristic, that is, half of the people have the surname Auditore.

Perfect words.

As for Ezio Auditore da Firenze... it was all just a coincidence.

There is no Assassin Brotherhood in the Florence of this world, and it is impossible for Dulin to jump from a spire hundreds of meters high and fall into a haystack.

"Mr. Auditore, welcome to Copenhagen. What brings you here?"

"I'm here to meet an old friend." At this point, Du Lin sighed, then took out a pack of cigarettes, motioned to the two officers, and after confirming their refusal, lit a cigarette for himself: "Roedel Rasmussen, 433 Van Linn Street, do you know him?"

The story needs a little bit of authenticity, so Du Lin can only offer some help.

"I know him. How is the old professor?" the young policeman said with a calm smile.

This professional performance made Du Lin feel that he had finally met his match.

Very professional, worthy of the oak badge on the shoulder of the young police officer.

This is Daju's sharp comment, and Du Lin also thinks so, what a professional young man! Roedel Rasmussen died last winter, and now their house is empty. His grandchildren live in the south and are preparing to sell the house.

If Du Lin said a good word, he might not be able to leave the square today.

Of course, Du Lin couldn't say this: "I visited him today, but found the house empty. Later I found out that he died of illness last winter. I hope my old friend can forgive me for coming uninvited, and I hope he can live in peace and joy in heaven."

Peace and joy are the daily expressions of the people in the south where the Principality of Farol is located - if you want to pretend, you have to pretend properly.

"Is that so? I'm so sorry. May God forgive my mistake. So what are you going to do, sir?" The young police officer smiled and drew a holy emblem on his chest. It was not the belief of the Farol area, so Du Lin couldn't recognize it.

But this is a minor detail. There are many people who live to the end of their lives without knowing how to draw the holy emblem of the largest local sect.

"I plan to stay here for a while. I lived here when I was young." Having said that, Du Lin smiled and also drew a holy emblem.

It uses the original creator's.

The two police officers immediately became nervous. It was quite scary to hear this sentence coming from the mouth of an old man with white hair and a strong body. After all, when the commune collapsed, many commune fighters from other human countries left.

Of course, Du Lin wouldn't leave them with any room for imagination: "My old friends are all gone now, and I just want to reminisce about our youth. Back then, my old friends were still young, and we chased love and the future together. We drank beer together and danced with other young girls. It's not like now. Even I, who am still alive, can only count down to my own death."

At this point, Du Lin looked at an old man who was painting a portrait of a gentleman not far away and said: "I think being a painter is also a good idea. After returning to Florence, I also taught children how to paint."

"Sir, can you still hold the pen?" the older police officer asked with a smile.

"I can hold it. Although everyone says a knife is sharp, a pen can sometimes be sharper than a knife." Du Lin replied with a smile.

The older officer was silent for a moment, and finally the younger officer took up the conversation, smiling and extending his hand. "May you enjoy your life, Mr. Ezio Auditore of Florence."

"May your days be filled with peace and joy." Du Lin smiled and shook hands with him.

After seeing the two off, Du Lin stood at the edge of the square, watching the children running past him, watching his young wife holding their young son and following her husband, watching the city at night, and finally, Du Lin put the cigarette back to his mouth.

I still remember my mentor once said that ordinary days are actually miracles, because a peaceful and beautiful life is what every living being dreams of.

It’s a pity that desire and struggle never stop.

In his sight, several young men came out of a roadside bar.

Harold Nash, with three of his accomplices, was supporting him in the alley as he vented his grievances.

Du Lin walked to a small stall nearby, took out a few dimes, bought a pencil, tested its hardness, then picked up the stall owner's knife and began to slowly sharpen it.

"Harold, can you do this? You've only had a few drinks!" one of his brothers laughed loudly.

"I can still drink! I did something big yesterday, what else can I do without drinking! I have to go to the bathroom in a while! You guys wait for me when I come back!" The young people didn't seem to have too many concerns when talking to each other, or they felt that they didn't need to suppress themselves in such a corner, and they laughed unrestrainedly.

Du Lin continued his work.

Until the young man came into the bar laughing.

Until Du Lin returned the knife to the stall owner.

Crushing the half-smoked cigarette butt in his mouth next to the trash can, Du Lin followed them into the bar.

Everyone says that the human world is too fancy and that as long as you have money, you can always get what you want. They are not wrong. This is the human world. Money makes the world go round. Fairness and justice do exist, but they still need to be tested by human relationships and accidents. They cannot keep the truth and cannot get rid of the falsehood, and are extremely pale.

The lights in the bar were dim, and the bodies were entangled together, without any emotion.

The drunk young man went to the toilet.

Du Lin followed Harold in and glanced at the window at the end of the toilet. It was very high from the ground and through it he could see the wall on the other side of the alley.

But at least it's easy to get out.

Squinting his eyes, Du Lin saw the young man standing in front of the toilet through the hanging curtain.

Harold Nash
A member of the Church of the God of Machinery and Craftsmen, an apprentice Knight Protector, and a seventh-level warrior (promoted to Knight, second-level Knight).

Attributes:
Strength: 15 (+2) (Drunkenness)

Agility: 9 (-4) (alcoholism)

Constitution: 14
Intelligence: 6 (-6) (alcoholism)

Perception: 6 (-8) (alcoholism)

Charisma: 13
What appears before you is a poor drunkard who even turns a blind eye to the god of death that appears before him. When you see his ridiculous appearance, you will believe that the comment that alcohol is bad for the body is not groundless.

This is Daju's most serious evaluation ever, worthy of being a medical professional.

Du Lin sighed as he put the repair sign in the corridor, locked the door, walked to the sink and started putting on gloves.

When Harold left the cell and went to the sink to wash his hands, Du Lin spoke: "Young man, what do you think of death?"

Harold was stunned. The large amount of alcohol made it impossible for him to think effectively about the question.

Du Lin reached out and grabbed the young man's head, stabbing the sharpened pencil into his temple. The skull contains the most important organs of the human body, but it is not so invulnerable.

Harold looked in the mirror. He was struggling, his eyes full of disbelief, as if he wanted to know why.

Du Lin didn't say anything, but in silence he slapped Harold's head on the marble slab of the sink, and the entire pencil was sent into his brain.

He straightened his sleeves, washed the blood off his hands with water, took out his wallet from the chest pocket of the corpse, opened the window, and turned to look behind him.

Daju is absorbing the last of the root power.

"Is this thing really that delicious?" Du Lin asked with some confusion as he watched Daju absorb the last of the root power.

Nothing.

Daju replied.

Du Lin got out.

Daju followed and came out, then said something else without any reason.

·everything.

You really know movie lines so well.

Du Lin smiled and opened his arms, letting the big orange cat crawl into his arms.

"After you finish upgrading, tell me what new functions you have." After saying that, Du Lin straightened his collar.

There was no one in the alley. Du Lin walked along the alley to the canal. He set the gloves and the leather bag that was empty of money on fire with a ritual, and then scattered the ashes onto the riverbank.

There weren't that many detective techniques in this era, because Durin had made it clear before he took action that he was avenging his friend. The technique could track the aged Durin, but it was impossible to track Durin Elsh.

As for the scattered bloodstains on the windbreaker, they can be easily removed using cleaning techniques.

Creating the illusion of a robbery to divert their attention is a killer's most basic operation.

Finally, Du Lin sighed and transformed into another Du Lin in the boundless night.

Even if the backtracking technique could find this place, it would be forcibly interrupted due to Durin's switch.

Du Lin took out a candy from his pocket, peeled off the candy wrapper and put it in his mouth, then looked at the sea outside the embankment.

Du Lin, you see, no matter how time and place change, there are always some guys in this world who think they are born to sit on other people's heads.

Yes, these children naively thought that such power was innate, but they never thought about how much their parents had betrayed and abandoned for such power, until they were finally able to bring them to their current position.

These young people just sit back and enjoy the fruits of their labor, naively thinking that they can do whatever they want on this earth. However, they do not know that without the support of their parents, they are nothing.

These young men were arrogant and treacherous. They first stole Lewandowski's prey and then killed him from behind in an execution-style attack, naively believing that retribution would not come in the human realm.

How is that possible? Justice is gone, reason is not forthcoming, and retribution is unacceptable. Since this twisted world can't stand seeing anyone get ahead, let me, who's equally twisted, take over. I'll do it for 15 minutes, free of charge.

(End of this chapter)