Durin's Diary

Chapter 757 Luck
Du Lin was a little disappointed that he couldn't find the cultists, but at least there was good news - you see, even a necromancer like Willy looked down on cultists, saying that they were penniless paupers.

This proves that at least in the civilized circle, cultists belong to the bottom of the ecological niche, and even the necromancers look down on these guys.

You have to know that the necromancers are also hated by everyone. This shows that they look down on cult members. It also proves from one side that Du Lin's actions against human trafficking cases in recent years have been very effective. It seems that at least the "production and life" of cult members have been severely hit.

"What are you going to do next?" Old Enrique followed Dulin down the stairs to the former first floor - now there is only a piece of white land here. Most of the city saw what Dulin just did. It is said that even the city lord saw half of the small building break free from gravity and bravely venture into the world in front of him.

Isn't this just waiting for Du Lin in vain?

The old man, with a white beard, looked at Du Lin with a kind face and said, "Mr. Du Lin, welcome to Strasbourg in a private capacity."

Du Lin smiled as he shook the hand offered to him. "I try to be private every time I come here, but on second thought, if I were to come here like this every time, you probably wouldn't be able to bear it."

The old man laughed heartily. When he had laughed enough, he looked at old Enrique and said, "Enrique, this kid is much more humorous than you."

"You know I have no sense of humor," said Old Enrique, pointing at the old man. "I knew him when I was young."

"I was young then, too, not as old and wrinkled as I am now." The old man said, smiling at Du Lin. "Looking at you, young man, reminds me of the past. Back then, we old folks were still young and thought the future would be bright. But who could have imagined that the future would be like this?"

At this point, he sighed and said, "Anyway, thank you for helping us solve this necromancy."

"It's okay. I found the buyers of the other children from his memory. The matter is not over yet, but considering that we still have to find those buyers, we have to leave this beautiful city with regrets." Du Lin said this and prepared to leave.

"Look, Enrique, you never said my Strasbourg was a beautiful city."

"It's okay to lie to others, but don't lie to yourself."

Faced with his old friend's dissatisfaction, Enrique rolled his eyes.

And Durin came to Anta: "We..." "The Everburning Nest, right."

Anta said as he opened the portal for Durin.

"You still understand me." Du Lin kissed the girl happily and walked in with his girls.

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"Sir, haven't you been at Duke Alkin's house recently?" The young man from the Three Saints Society who was in charge of guarding Dulin asked curiously as he watched him go straight from the portal to the garden.

"You're back because of something." Du Lin said as he glanced at the two young men.

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old Du Lin took out a pack of cigarettes and the former happily took it.

"It's just a little New Year's gift. If your parents find out, don't sell me out."

"No, sir, I will not betray you even if I am killed by a sword or an axe."

The other one was a little younger, looking only thirteen or fourteen. Du Lin took out a bag of candy and gave it to him: "Eat less. It's not good to eat too much if you damage your teeth."

The little guy smiled, and Du Lin looked at his teeth—good boy, good teeth. Patting his head, Du Lin led the girls into the hall, went up to the second floor, found a corner and began to paint a portrait—in the past six months, Willy had taken care of five children, which meant that there was still one child whose work he didn't know by whom.

But it's not bad either.

There were five children and three buyers. Two of them bought one each, and the remaining one bought three.

Durin planned to draw their portraits, and then let the Three Saints mobilize intelligence networks in various places to find people - mainly targeting the Northern Kingdom and Sidney, as well as several small countries and principalities in the corners, such as the Eastern Elf Territory and the Great Woodland. Durin would directly contact the official.

Austria-Switzerland is even simpler.

I heard that the people arrested were human traffickers and buyers, so no one would not give Du Lin convenience at this critical juncture.

After a while, Uryula came over and looked at the first portrait that Dulin had drawn: "Sir, this is..."

"I found the buyer from the soul fire of an undead mage. He bought a child." Du Lin answered while drawing a new portrait.

"Hmm... Looks like a Sidney, with a very high nose."

"I looked through my memory and found that he spoke with a Sicilian accent. Please keep an eye on this person. He only bought one child. It doesn't seem like a sacrificial ceremony." Du Lin analyzed.

"Indeed, for a sacrificial ceremony, one child is definitely not enough. The righteous gods today won't accept human sacrifices, and the evil gods have voracious appetites. One child is definitely not enough." Urjula said, taking the portrait that Durin handed to her from the wizard's hand. "Then I will arrange for my friends in Sicily to investigate this painting first."

"Tell them to pay attention to their own safety, find people through organizations like underground guilds, and don't let their own people get involved. This guy was dressed well during the transaction, so don't alert the enemy. If it attracts the attention of the authorities, I will have to go to Sicily to bail him out." Having said this, Du Lin was silent for a moment.

Urjula waited patiently.

"For safety reasons, don't take any action on Sidney's side. I'll find an old friend. He might have a safer route. Even if we get caught, it won't be you who will be in trouble." Du Lin ordered.

"Okay, sir, I'll go right away." Uryula nodded and left.

After a while, the mother appeared. She noticed Du Lin painting the portrait and came over curiously: "My child, where is your sister?"

"I'm currently painting a portrait of the trafficker's buyer at Duke Alkin's house," Du Lin said as he quickly darkened the middle-aged man's hair with a pencil. "Don't worry about my sister. Tanya is here and will take good care of her."

"Then I feel relieved...but why does this person look familiar to me..." said the mother, frowning.

"Do you know him?" Melinda, who was helping Du Lin hold the pencil, looked up curiously.

"I can't say I know him, but he looks familiar. It's as if I've seen him before in the north."

Du Lin nodded.

That's right, this guy speaks Common with a northern accent, and his tongue is curled up to the sky.

(End of this chapter)