Durin's Diary

Chapter 782: The Bay of Pigs

After the affairs in Lille were settled, Du Lin was not idle either. Before the New Year, he had to return to the Lublin Military Academy to distribute cigarette boxes to the graduates and also recognize the faces of the newly recruited students.

During the Chinese New Year, we also give young children New Year gift packages from the grassland elves.

Willy, who is not yet an adult this year, came with the audacity to get it. As Dulin's most proud disciple, Dulin gave him two - and one was for his little lover Mira.

Having said that, Mira is a pretty good girl. She is also a mixed-race. Her father Du Lin has investigated, and people from the Ring of Truth came a day after the investigation - damn it, a flood has flooded the Dragon King Temple, and Du Lin was so angry that he only regretted that he didn't have a daughter.

Before the affairs of the military academy were over, something unexpected happened in Lille City.

The Lille Daily reported that the second and third sons of Marquis Jaden Hogan were shot dead by cruel gunmen during a working day at the Church of the Suffering.

The Lille Worker's newspaper told a different story - an assassin named Lucan lost his mother and elders, his brothers and sister, and even his newlywed wife and her unborn child in this epidemic.

In the end, he chose equal revenge.

The Cleganes were only mortals after all, and they thought that Durin Alsh was kind and would definitely please them by letting the two children go.

In fact, he was not wrong. Du Lin did want to let the child go, but why didn't Du Lin speak up himself?

It is because there are too many poor people like Luken in the city of Lille that you gave the two children of the Hogan family a chance to survive. Then are those people who died because of their father's inaction really just a string of numbers?

Of course it wouldn't be a number. In this kind of thing, whoever starts it will be responsible. Du Lin used to think that the Cleggen family was setting a trap for him, but he didn't expect that the second son of the Cleggen family really didn't know the art of struggle at all.

His brother was too perfect, leaving him no room to perform. If he came up like this now, it would only make him a laughing stock.

You are the heir to the Clegane family, and you dare to pity the offspring of a noble family! Your brother died in vain!
Thinking of this, Du Lin put the newspaper in his hand on the cart.

The problem now is that once hatred is aroused, the killing between the people and the nobles will probably never stop.

But Du Lin didn't want to be a mediator. This city belongs to the Sidney people. How can I, a grassland elf, take charge of it?

Isn't the Clegane family still alive?

As for whether this is too cruel, Du Lin has something to say - revolution is not a dinner party, my friend, there is no revolution without bloodshed in this world.

Is there? No. The so-called bloodless revolutions in history are nothing but entertainment programs that deceive themselves.

If you don't believe it, just look at the history books and you will understand the speed at which the remaining people made a comeback.

There is nothing new in this world.

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A young man smoking a cigarette sat on the hood of a car, looking at a row of security guards standing in front of a hotel in the distance. A silver Beetle had just stopped in front of them.

This is a new model launched by the School of Engineering. If I'm not mistaken, the person sitting in the car should be the elusive young heir of a hotel.

The grassland elves are really amazing. Even though they are in their seventies or eighties, they are still very strong. If the child Durin had not appeared in the Elsh family, he might have been the heir.

Thinking of this, he saw someone getting out of the car.

Silver hair, golden eyes, just as the intelligence said.

The young man looked very much like his father, except for his mother's face. At this moment, an old woman came over and took a look at the young man. "Why are you here? There are many Northerners and military orphans in Lille now. Do you know how valuable your head is?"

"Sister Marianna, you've been retired for a long time, why are you still meddling in the affairs of orphans like us?" the young head of the Security Bureau said, gesturing towards the distance with his cigarette. "I'm watching this person. I can't control what you nobles do, but if this person gets hurt, if old Duke Ish complains to Lord Durin in tears, your whole family will be dead."

"His last name isn't Elsh. How could Elder Ish be so unwilling to lose? His family's heir is still busy in Lublin." The old woman chuckled and rubbed the ring on her finger. "But you, on the other hand, aren't you a little uncomfortable with having someone else protecting you?"

"I'm not used to it. When the boss was here, a traitor like you wouldn't dare to stand in our faces." The young man said as he took out a lighter. The silver lighter lit the cigarette at the corner of his mouth, and an unbridled smile appeared in front of him.

The old woman didn't care. She smiled and turned away.

The next second, an explosion was heard from the top floor of a hotel.

The young man smoked a cigarette and looked at the pocket watch in his hand - it was three minutes earlier than the time of action he knew.

Watching the child get on the bus under the protection of security forces, the young man shook his head.

You nobles are really unwilling to listen to honest advice, and you are about to suffer the consequences.

Never mind, if it is a blessing, it is not a disaster, if it is a disaster, it cannot be avoided.

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The time goes back fifteen minutes.

A hotel sweeper who was responsible for opening the back door made way for the door, then cut off the employee card around his neck and handed it to the last of the eight masked men who came in.

"The Lille Five are on the top floor, room 1205."

The big, red-skinned man nodded and pulled a wad of money from his pocket.

"Thank you." The young sweeper smiled, took off his coat, and watched the group get on the special elevator used only by waiters.

He put on a windbreaker, tore off his fake eyebrows, and pulled off the fake beard on his chin. He walked out of the alley, walked around, came to Gintama, and took the cigarette handed to him by the young man sitting in the front of the car.

"I've worked here for three years, and you know what? The food and soup are delicious here. I'm almost falling in love with this place." He sighed and looked towards the gate. "The boss's children will be here today to inspect. They said they're giving red envelopes to everyone who survived. I really want to stay and get them before leaving. I heard the young boss is very cute and has Elsh blood. According to the rules of the grassland elves, the red envelopes should contain quite a lot of money."

"I'm worried you'll make money but not live to spend it." The young man smiled and shook his head. "Tell me, who's leading over there?"

"Damon Reyes, the most capable of the nobles' private soldiers in Lille City, and Hetty Lawton. This time, the unruly people killed the second and third sons of Marquis Jaden Hogan. When have the nobles ever been so angry? They are almost crazy and want to use five people's heads to establish their authority." The young sweeper said this and lit a cigarette with the silver lighter in his boss's hand. "Boss, your lighter is very beautiful. Where did you get it?"

"Given it to the boss."

"Hey, keep it well, boss. It will be a cultural relic in a few hundred years."

After saying that, he held the gun he was carrying upside down and handed it over.

His boss pointed to the car behind him.

So he threw the gun into the car and turned and drove away down the street.

Leaving his boss smoking on the hood of the car, and finally, chuckling.

(End of this chapter)