Durin's Diary

Chapter 771 Does Not Affect Business
Mr. Wellington seemed very happy that he could help the innocent people in this city.

This also made Durin happy. After all, many necromancers were helpless. It was a good thing that they could reform themselves, and being able to come here also meant that they wanted to make changes.

In this case, they can change their mindset, which is the first step and is naturally a good thing.

Du Lin also wanted to know who moved the metal barrel over there.

But at this moment, the old bishop of the Church of the God of Suffering came over with old Liz.

Du Lin smiled and bowed to Old Liz: "Mrs. Liz, I am so happy to see you."

"Oh, my little Durin, I feel really sad to see you like this. It must be hard to become a lich." When the old lady saw Durin, tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. She hugged Durin regardless of anything, and then she looked at Mr. Wellington.

The latter had already climbed half of his body out of the window, and when he saw Du Lin looking at him, he felt a little embarrassed.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Du Lin, it seems that the clothes at home have not been put away yet. I have to go back first.

The next second, Du Lin pulled the dwarf back and said, "Your home is not in Lille. Tell me, how did you make Mrs. Liz angry?"

"How could I make her angry?" Wellington said embarrassedly.

"Yeah, how could I be on the same level as an old dwarf who deceives little girls?"

Having said that, old Liz reached out, grabbed Wellington's chin, and then punched Wellington in the skull.

The old dwarf was knocked to pieces by this punch.

Du Lin kicked the skull that rolled to his feet, and then watched the skull stop rolling and look at Du Lin.

Can't you show some respect to the old man, Mr. Dulin?

No, I just think your acting isn't good enough. If you had fallen apart more naturally when that punch just now, maybe Mrs. Liz would have cried instead of taking out the flail from her pocket like this.

Having said that, Du Lin looked at Liz who was holding a heavy double-handed chain rack.

·There is a saying that goes, I don’t need psychological treatment, I just need him to pay the price.

Daju was inspired to write this.

Du Lin hurriedly stopped him.

Madam, please spare his life for now. The underground river is connected to many places and we still need him to go there.

"You are always so sensible, kid. Okay, I'll let him live a little longer." Mrs. Liz said, putting away the heavy flail.

Wellington, who was lying on the ground, stood up using his hands and feet, and followed Du Lin out of the room.

Before leaving, Du Lin pointed to the bucket.

I have purified the barrel, but it is best not to open it. Wait for me to come back and melt it directly.

"No problem, I'll have someone keep an eye on it." The old bishop assured, patting his chest.

With this assurance, Durin walked out with Wellington.

Out of curiosity, Du Lin asked about the story between him and her.

When she was little, she got lost in the city where I lived, and I lived with her for a while... a bit like your movie Leon the Professional.

Wellington sighed at this point.

As you later learned, someone like me couldn't withstand scrutiny. After her family came looking for me, my identity was exposed, and I was hunted for many years.

The old lich put his hands in his pockets and followed Du Lin, looking at the sunset in the distance.

The soul fire in his eye sockets was rolling.

During the ten-plus days I lived with her, I felt doubtful for the first time, because I used to be a wicked person, and in my eyes, all ordinary people were just material for us. But living with her for those ten-plus days was the happiest time of my life.

I took her for ice cream, helped her avoid human traffickers, and even took her to the casino to play cards. That time, my luck was incredibly good, and I won big. It's a pity that good times always make us wake up easily, right?

Du Lin interjected.

·yes.

Slinton replied.

Two liches, one old and one young, floated in the streets, and the old dwarf reminisced about his past.

I fell in love with a girl for the first time, but unfortunately, I wasn't human, and she was just a child. I doubted myself more than once, and even secretly watched her from a distance. But she later became a legend, and I couldn't appear in front of her again because I couldn't hide myself anymore. I was afraid of disturbing her life. And so, I heard that she was getting stronger and stronger, I heard that her husband died in an accident... I heard that she lived alone... Until today, I saw your post on the board...

White mist emanated from between Wellington's teeth.

I am an old man who is blinded by the past. I naively want to love someone, but unfortunately, someone like me is not worthy of it. So I thought, since someone needs the necromancy, then I will come over.

Whether it’s true or not, I’m tired of the old days.

But I didn't expect to see her again here, and I realized she was still as beautiful as before... I really like her so much, I can't help but love her, but she is a grassland elf, an elder of the Circle of Truth...

Having said that, Wellington looked at Durin.

Young man, do I talk too much? Am I like what the Tang people said, a toad wanting to eat swan flesh? Liz is just a child who broke into my life, but I greedily want to trap her in my fate. I am really an incurable greedy person.

Everyone has a love for beauty. There is nothing wrong with liking someone, but there are very few people who can control their desires like you.

Du Lin comforted him.

If, I mean if, if you had the chance to meet her again at the place where you first met, would you still want to meet her?

I don't think so. She has her way and I have my bridge. She is Liz and I am Wellington. We are just strangers who met in the wrong way at the wrong time and in the wrong place.

As he spoke of this, pure white soul fire dripped from Slinton's eye sockets. He was unaware of it, while Durin looked aside.

The god of art, beauty and love was sitting on the guardrail, looking at this side with a smile.

Du Lin reached out and patted Wellington on the shoulder.

Then let’s go to the dark river.

………………

Old Liz looked at Durin and Wellington in silence, watching the two men, one young and one old, disappear from her sight.

At this time, the old bishop of the Church of Suffering was putting a record on the record player.

As the guitar sounded, old Liz wanted to say something, but stopped herself.

She knew where the song came from. It was from a movie made by the good boy Du Lin.

While she was thinking and hesitating, the guitar prelude ended.

He played his cards like he was meditating, and every step he took was without hesitation.

What I seek is neither wealth nor the admiration of the masses.

He plays his cards to find answers, to find the chance in sacred geometry, to find the hidden chord after the ending.

"Madam, you like this song too, right?" asked the old man.

Liz was silent, and finally nodded slightly.

After all, this is a good movie made by a good kid named Du Lin.

(End of this chapter)