Durin's Diary

Chapter 755: Clear Defense
"Aren't you afraid that you'll cut off your own tail?" Anta took the sword with some doubts.

"Don't worry, it won't happen." After saying that, Du Lin put down the chair and began to roll up his sleeves.

The old man at his feet had already lost his mind at this time, but he still stubbornly stretched out his hand to stop Du Lin.

·No, stop fighting.

"Don't fight? Weren't you quite good at pretending just now?" Du Lin said as he used the magician's hand to pick up the golf club not far away, and then enchanted it with the holy weapon spell.

Spare my life!

"No mercy! Born!"

Du Lin raised the golf club high and brought it down heavily.

Daju, is there a game called The Last of Us in your world?

No, brother Eleven, is the game you mentioned fun?

At this time, Eleven and Daju started to perform crosstalk.

It's fun, especially at the beginning of the second game, when the protagonist of the first game is beaten to death by the daughter of the man he killed with a golf club.

·Oh my god, are all the games in your timeline so exciting? Awesome, brothers.

·Brother Daju, you are too kind. Actually, I don’t feel good about this game, but I cannot deny that when the golf club is raised high and then gently drops, with blood and flesh splattering, people can feel a kind of cruel beauty, especially in the ending where the adopted daughter of the protagonist of the first generation finally forgives her father’s murderer.

Wow, man, the games in your timeline are too bad. Listen to me, find a better game.

Du Lin was amused by the crosstalk performed by his two AIs.

What a rubbish game! My father in this life was murdered, and I had to avenge him no matter what, and I succeeded. Eleven, did a psychopath make this game? Who made this plot? Does he have no father?

After cursing, he threw away the golf club that had been hit crooked, picked up the body under his feet, and placed it on the bench brought by the wizard.

Then a ray of negative energy ended the life of the old man who was about to return to the soul box.

"Now we can have a good talk." Du Lin said, looking at the necromancer whose head had returned to its original state in front of him: "Why did you kidnap the child?"

"I heard that the blood products of the grassland elves can resurrect, so I bought this kid." The necromancer said as he stretched out his hand to straighten his neck.

Du Lin was stunned: "Wait a minute, what's your name?"

The Necromancer was silent for a moment, then looked at Durin tremblingly: "No need to bother... Willy Keira."

"Baron Willy?" Du Lin breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes." The old man nodded. "You are not coming here to see someone else, are you?"

"No, I thought you kidnapped someone and sold the child to the cultists."

"Cultists, those poor guys have no money at all, they can't afford to buy grassland elves, and I feel ashamed to do business with them!" The old man was silent for a while after saying this, until Du Lin helped him pick up his eyeballs.

He put his eyeballs back in place, adjusted them, and finally saw the person in front of him clearly: "Wait a minute, you are..."

"Hello, Durin Elsh." After Durin finished speaking, he picked up another golf club with a grim smile on his face: "You even dared to kidnap the cubs of the grassland elves! And you dared to use the blood products of our grassland elves' children to resurrect yourself! I think you don't want to die a good death!" As he spoke, he attached the sacred weapon spell to the golf club, and Durin's smile was distorted under the sacred light.

"Sir, please stop hitting him. He doesn't look like a bad guy." The little grassland elf came over at this time.

"Kid, go away. We must deal a heavy blow to his necromancy." After Du Lin said this, he signaled Anta to take the little guy away.

"You really are such a fool! He's a necromancer and wants to use the potion made from your blood to revive him." Anta said as he took the child aside.

"But he said that if I cooperated with him, I could be free, and if I introduced my friends to sell blood to him, I could earn a commission."

Du Lin raised his hand high but couldn't lower it. He looked at the child in front of him and said, "Say something more."

Then Du Lin heard the 'contract' between the Necromancer and the child.

First of all, Baron Willy required Asara to provide him with 200CC of blood every month. In return, he paid Asara a reward of one hundred gold pounds.

From the perspective of the value of blood alone, this is a good deal, and the goods are delivered on a cash basis. In the history here, in the United States, blood sellers need to sell blood five times in a row within two months to get the full payment.

Eleven spoke first, and Daju started to complain at lightning speed.

What kind of hell is the America over there?

Capitalism is hell on earth, bro.

Du Lin lowered his hand because the lie detector indicated that the child was right. However, Du Lin still slapped another lie detector at Willy: "Do you really think so?"

"Of course. I'm not unaware of your strength. I was paralyzed when that big guy kidnapped me. Thirty years ago, I would have dared to find a new master for this grassland elf child, but now I really don't have the courage. After all, everyone says that Lord Durin's justice is usually not late."

Willy danced in a circle.

"So I negotiated a big deal with this kid. If he introduces me to other grassland elf children and sells me more blood, I'll give him a commission. That's business, and business is based on mutual consent. Since there's no coercion or harm, then you have no reason to kill me, right?" After saying that, the old man slumped down in his chair. "I've saved my life."

Du Lin looked at Anta, who nodded. "Since there's no coercion or harm involved, it's just business. As for whether this business is good or not, I don't think it's good."

After the girl finished speaking, she took the golf club from Dulin and looked at the necromancer in front of her: "Let me ask you, if Asara is the intermediary, will the intermediary take it from other children?"

"That's for sure, 20% agency fee." The Necromancer said righteously.

Du Lin laughed out loud.

Melinda smiled and supported Reid.

Anta also laughed. She looked at Du Lin and said, "You're right. Capital has been a bad thing since its birth, with sores on its feet and pus on its head."

"What do you mean?" Willy was still a little at a loss.

The next second, the divinely weaponized golf club came down on his head.

Dulin came to the side, reached out, plugged Asara's ears with his thumbs, and covered his eyes with his palms.

(End of this chapter)