Durin's Diary

Chapter 75 Provocation
Northern Kingdom, capital Copenhagen, Sanssouci Palace.

Morning time: 10:55.

"You said a kid from a family got so angry that he went to find Dulin with a gun and white gloves?" The leader of a country, who was reading the newspaper, looked up at Fisher standing at the door. Fisher nodded and said, "It's a child from the Sario branch of the family."

"What response will the police have?" As the head of a country, Robert asked curiously.

"We've sent our best doctors and nurses, but considering both sides are using pistols, I heard they've also hired the crematorium's corpse carrier." Fisher noticed his Majesty raised an eyebrow and added, "Do you need me to stop them?"

"Why? I remember that the Sario branch of the family was sparsely populated. I heard there were only two boys left." His Majesty Fisher put down the newspaper. "No, there should only be one left. After all, this boy is dead."

"Your Majesty, please don't use such vulgar, street-speak..." "Do you want me to stand before his mother with a sorrowful expression, saying how deeply grieved I am about your son's death, and that I hope the gods far away in the kingdom of God will forgive him for coming uninvited, and that you, Madam, will take good care of yourself? Do you think I'm that boring, Fisher?"

Hearing this, Fisher sighed and said, "Please continue with your previous speech, my majesty."

"Isn't that right? By the way, you can go over and see if there's anyone brave enough to open the banker. If there is and Du Lin has high odds, bet two thousand gold notes on me and bet on Du Lin to win. I'm going to make that little bastard sell his ass in a nightclub if he loses. Just say it was me who said it." After saying that, the old man smiled and picked up the teacup on the coffee table and took a sip.

Fisher was puzzled: "Your Majesty, why do you trust that child so much?"

"He has many distinguished identities. For example, he's the son of that brat from the Corleone family, my cousin's biological grandson, old Ish's heir, and my grandson." At this point, the old man took a breath. It was obvious that speaking such a long sentence in one breath made him feel a little physically uncomfortable, but he still smiled. "So, go and see who made this little fool jump out so impatiently. Tell me the name so that Ish and I can find a way to deal with it."

"Your Majesty seems really confident, so I will do it." Fisher nodded and left the lounge.

As he watched his most loyal old butler and the head of the secret police leave the room and close the door himself, a smile gradually appeared on old Robert's face.

He stood up, walked to the inner wall, and pulled the lamppost mechanism on the wall. After the wall sank inward and retreated to both sides, Robert pulled open the curtain, and what appeared on the wall was a huge blackboard with various photos pinned on it with nails.

The further up you look, the older the photos are. This magical machine, which was invented less than a hundred years ago, can record people's past on paper. Therefore, the people in the photos are of different ages, but they smile naturally in front of the camera.

Robert picked up the pen on the tray at the bottom of the board and found the older boy named Kirk Sario in the Sario family area. The photo was taken not long ago. The young man was standing with his brother, smiling innocently.

Before that, the faces of his brothers were crossed out.

Now, his face is also crossed out.

On the entire wall, almost everyone's face was crossed out, with only a few areas remaining uncrossed out.

Kirk Sario, say goodbye to your fellow brothers, I believe you will meet them soon.

Robert put down his pen, drew the curtain, and returned to the darkroom.

He walked over to the sofa and sat down.

The bells in the city rang, and although they were far away, they still reached Wuyou Palace and the old man's ears.

He picked up his diary and opened the first page, which contained his own writing.

"How lofty must one's faith be, how profound must one's steps be, how cruel must one's fate be... to be able to make people sacrifice for their ideals."

He stroked the words, copied from the front page of the diary of a young man named Robin Chauvin.

He wrote very well, had the same aspirations as the saints of the past, and also put his teachings into practice. It's a pity that he died young.

At this moment, there is no dignity of a ruler, only the sigh of an elderly man.

He stood up and went to the window.

In the early morning, the sky above the distant city was dominated by smoke from cooking fires.

For a moment, the old man seemed to see flames rising into the sky.

But after blinking, Robert's reason told him that it was all an illusion and that the city had not suffered from war for sixty years.

Finally, he reached out and closed the curtains, and the whole room became dark, with only the fire burning in silence, lighting up the old man sitting on the sofa and his lonely smile.

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Du Lin bit half a sausage and followed the furious Mrs. Salin towards the door.

There were already a lot of people gathered there, including seniors from our school, most of whom looked at each other with ill intent. There were also big guys from other schools, most of whom also looked at each other with ill intent.

But the real culprit had not arrived yet, so although both sides had bad intentions, they never let the situation get out of control.

Du Lin is the real culprit.

While eating in the restaurant, Du Lin had already heard what had happened from a senior who had rushed over—the young man from the Sario family had come to him and demanded a holy duel. Because he wasn't a cunning assassin, but rather a fair and upright challenge, neither the security guards at the door nor the instructors would send the police to arrest him.

This land is full of wonders, and Du Lin has long been accustomed to it. As for the duel, Du Lin wants to see how many heads his opponent has.

At the same time, I also had a very positive view on Higgins's sharp comments - this guy is very good at judging people, and Cork Sario is indeed an incurable idiot.

However, they didn't have the face to ask Du Lin to come out and die without eating, so Du Lin took Elaine with him and came out after having lunch, leaving these guys alone for a while.

Then, Mrs. Salin came out smelling the scent.

"How dare students from the Military Academy block the door of the Art Academy? Are you trying to direct your ill will towards an old woman?" Mrs. Salin went on the scene with full firepower, and her words were one set at a time.

Of course, Durin would not point it out. Lady Salin Fedra... She is a legendary mage follower under the throne of the goddess of art and beauty. All the little guys here on the field combined are not enough to be blown away by her extremely effective extended instant fireball.

But the old woman's words did cool down the situation, and the tension between the two sides was no longer high. Even the boy who stood up did not have the previous vicious look on his face.

He took two steps forward, his hands placed before him. "I have come here to challenge Doolin Elsh to a sacred duel."

"Why?" Mrs. Salin stood in front of him, like an old hen trying to protect her young eagle.

"My sister has a fiancé! And he actually dared to take advantage of the situation! This is a farce! I tried to stop all this from happening, but I'm a soldier and can't do such shady things, so I came here to have a sacred duel, under the gaze of the God of War... He and I will have a glorious death!" The young man spoke quite emotionally, and Du Lin wanted to applaud him.

After his remarks, even the seniors from the Academy of Art looked at Du Lin.

Sacred duels have existed since ancient times, and this land is no stranger to them. Dulin has no intention of denying their sacredness - their existence is reasonable.

So Du Lin first looked at Elaine: "What do you think of your engagement?"

"My uncle found it for me. My grandma doesn't admit it, and I don't admit it either." The little girl shook her head like a rattle.

Poor little girl, her parents died early, and some people treated her as a rare commodity. You see, this is the free market economy in feudal society. Every high-sounding reason is so nonsense. What do you think, Mr. Du Lin?

Du Lin knew that Elaine's parents died early, so when she said so and Daju confirmed it, he believed it.

So Du Lin cleared his throat and said, "Mrs. Salin, leave it to me."

The old mother who was protecting her cub turned around at this moment and said: "You are not yet an adult, child. No matter how crazy someone is, they can't push you into the duel."

There was a commotion among the students of the Military Academy. It seemed that they really did not know Du Lin's real age.

Even the young boy was stunned for a moment.

Indeed, duels are sacred, and any adult who dares not accept a duel will become the object of ridicule by all living beings, including beggars. However, there is also an iron rule in this land: if the person invited is a child, then he has the right to refuse, and the person who invites the duel will never be able to challenge the child again.

You are so shameless as to want to kill a child. What qualifications do you have to talk about sacred duel?

This is recognized by the God of War, because in the teachings of the God of War, a true warrior will never kill the unarmed elderly, weak, women and children.

So the young boy looked at Du Lin, as if he wanted to see Du Lin's real age. In the end, he gave up and said, "Are you really not an adult?"

"I'm a thirteen-year-old hybrid of human and grassland elf," Du Lin said, pulling a gun from his waist holster and making a gesture of invitation. "I'm certainly not an adult, but with so many people here today, I accept your invitation to a duel to give everyone an explanation."

"Dulin..." "Madam, I have made up my mind. I don't need any further persuasion. I just want you to go to the carriage across the road and ask Bishop Saror of the Church of the God of Machinery and Craftsmen to be a witness."

Du Lin interrupted Mrs. Salin with a smile and pointed her in the direction.

The diligent old mother was silent for a moment, then she turned around and with just an angry look, the crowd automatically parted.

This allowed Du Lin to see the carriage more clearly and the old bishop who was getting off the carriage.

He has a kind face and smiles like the old grandfather next door.

The person you see is Louis Irving's mentor. The young man behind him is Louis. It seems that this old man has begun to doubt you since Harold Nash's death.

Nothing.

Du Lin smiled.

He is killing someone with a borrowed knife, and I have to thank him for delivering the goods to my door, Big Orange, remember Louis' facial features.

Don't worry, I have already counted the pockmarks on his face.

(End of this chapter)