Durin's Diary

Chapter 756 Answer
"The blood products of the grassland elves can resurrect people. It's just a rumor that was self-defeated two hundred years ago. A young necromancer like you shouldn't be unaware of this."

Old Enrique came over and listened to Dulin's story about Willy's experience. He couldn't help but sigh.

"I find this strange, too. Here, these are old notes I found in his laboratory." Du Lin pointed at the side of the note that read 'Top Secret Resurrection Potion.' "The recipe is indeed written here, and it requires the blood of a grassland elf boy under twelve years old."

"This notebook is bigger than you and me put together. Let me see which old idiot wrote it." Old Enrique muttered as he searched for the mark. Finally, he found a black inverted triangle. "The black triangle is Chuck Lowes. This old guy died at the hands of my grandfather. I really didn't know he had such a notebook."

After Old Enrique mentioned this, Du Lin finally understood: "I finally know why Chuck died at the hands of your grandfather, Old Enrique. It seems that he never resurrected after his death, right?"

"Not really. He ultimately succeeded, but he simply didn't have time to write down the new formula." Old Enrique sighed. "Considering how difficult it is to obtain the ingredients, it's okay for me to tell you. All you need to do is replace the blood of the grassland elves with divine blood."

"It's the same as if you didn't say anything." Melinda said with a smile while sitting on the sofa.

"Yeah, that's the same as not saying anything." Old Enrique said, looking at Willy who was kneeling on the ground. "I don't know who gave you this notebook, but I swear on my faith that the blood of the grassland elf child is useless. If you want to complete the potion, you must obtain the blood of a god, but I don't think any god would give you blood."

After saying that, Old Enrique threw the notebook into the stove beside him, then he waved to Asara: "Little boy, come here."

"Grandpa Enrique." The kid was very well-behaved at the moment. He came to old Enrique and was slapped on the butt by the old man: "You are still acting as an intermediary! I will tell your grandfather about your affairs!"

"No!" screamed the daring boy.

"I heard everything." The old man's cold voice came from above.

The kid turned around and looked at Du Lin affectionately: "Brother Du Lin, save me!"

Du Lin raised his head and looked at the old man, then opened the portal: "Go."

The kid didn't suspect anything and rushed in, then bumped into his grandfather's ruthless iron hand.

"Didn't you say you would save me?" the little brat cried out.

Du Lin took the roll of money thrown by the old man and threw it to Anta - save you? I came to you for your grandfather's sake. You little bastard, you didn't study hard and your optics are broken, right? You still want to be an agent, I let you be an agent.

"Will he be beaten?" Reed asked curiously.

"He will definitely get beaten, but it has nothing to do with us. This kid doesn't learn good things and instead becomes bad. He even wants to be an intermediary for the necromancer. He won't be able to escape a beating." Anta said angrily.

Of course, Du Lin knew why Anta was angry. He had talked about capital with the girls before, from the initial stage to the final producers. Du Lin brought two AIs and made hundreds of years of deductions in one night.

In the final stage, Eleven brought over the situation in the United States in his timeline. After seeing it, Du Lin's only feeling was that the previous life in his timeline was just like that.

After all, when American capitalism was presented to Du Lin, his only feeling was—fuck, awesome! Compared to the American capitalist giants, all those villains I killed in my past life looked like innocent children. Among the girls, Lina, as a silver dragon, seemed somewhat heartless—five hundred years of deduction wasn't even a lifetime for her, so she felt that with her and Du Lin around, these bad guys wouldn't be able to succeed.

Reed and Elaine are very optimistic. She feels that the world is far from reaching the stage of deduction.

Melinda and Alyssa are somewhat wary of capitalism, but they feel that no matter how bad capitalism is, it would take a skull strong enough to withstand a 10mm steel core armor-piercing bullet to survive and do bad things.

Lan En was more cautious, but she felt that as long as there was a strong centralized government - such as Chang Tang, capitalism, a parasitic life form, would not be qualified to compete with it.

Even though Chang Tang was facing continuous wars across the country, if they really wanted to wipe out a certain chaebol complex, unless there was an unreasonable person like Du Lin, it would only take one night and no one would be left alive.

Tanya and Anta were the most vigilant. In their view, this behemoth that was out of control and even controlled the country and civilization itself was too terrifying.

If such a horrific existence really appears in the world one day, it must be wiped out before it grows wings.

Of course, Tanya has a deeper understanding of the conglomerate group in Du Lin's hands.

"By the way, what should we do with this guy?" asked old Enrique.

"The Strasbourg sheriff has just lost a promising young patrolman, and I believe he would be happy to have his head," Dulin replied.

The bound Baron Willy screamed, "Why are you killing me? I can turn myself in!"

"No need." After saying that, Du Lin transformed into a bone lich. Du Lin reached into his chest and took out a ball of soul fire: "You killed the patrolman. Turning yourself in will also lead to your death. Neither I nor the sheriff of Strasbourg will allow you to continue living." Du Lin gave him a detection camp. Seeing the old guy blushing purple, he smiled.

"As for your secrets, I've already got copies." Having said this, Du Lin looked at the sheriff who was waiting humbly on the side and said, "Mr. Sheriff, they are yours."

"Thank you, sir. With his head, the provincial inspector will surely forgive my loss of manpower and send me more men. After all, this is the necromancer you captured, Mr. Durin."

"No! You can't kill me! I want to surrender!" Willy 'Baron' was still screaming and struggling.

The police officer beside him had already taken off his socks and stuffed them into the mouth of the necromancer with a grin.

Then Baron Willy looked devastated and began to struggle even harder - but the Demon Sealing Ring was not a simple alchemy tool. Having lost the ability to cast spells, this necromancer was now nothing more than a poor old man.

Two policemen held him and led him to the steps.

Although he was dead and had no sense of taste or smell, Du Lin felt that watching the socks being taken off and stuffed into his mouth would be the ultimate "enjoyment".

(End of this chapter)