Durin's Diary

Chapter 792 Lights
Old Klein fell silent as he returned, because in his memory, Marsala was a city built on a hill, with towering walls, dense watchtowers, and green-skinned orcs who came ashore from time to time to beg for food, and citizens armed with swords and spears, and both sides would hunt in the streets and alleys of Marsala from time to time.

But now the city has grown several times larger, and the green orcs have become a rare species that is visited in cages.

He was silent as he saw that one even had to buy a ticket to enter.

"Old Klein, your memory is all over the almanac." Uryula put his hands in his pockets, and the old dwarf sighed and looked at the street. "By the way, do you still remember the way?"

"This is not the Marsala I remember." The old vampire sighed heavily when he said this.

Du Lin turned to look at the secretary, who nodded. "Seventy-eight years ago, Marsala caught fire, and the old town was almost completely burned down."

Good heavens, it would be strange if old Klein could recognize him.

While thinking about it, Du Lin suggested going to the library to see if he could find something from history.

After all, the Farol in this world is quite good at recording history, and Marsala has records about cities and famous families.

Old Klein had no other choice. The city before him felt unfamiliar to him. The clothes worn by the pedestrians on the street, the carriages with four wheels but no horses, and the children who were curious about his vampire clothing—all of this was completely different from the world he remembered.

"As far as I can remember, if the children of Marsala at that time saw me with red eyes dressed like this, they would definitely run away screaming." Old Klein followed behind Durin, complaining that the young people today had no respect for the elders of a vampire clan.

The secretary brought Du Lin to the library, but he left because he had something else to do. Du Lin promised him that he would never let the old vampire out to bite people.

"Sir Du Lin, although you are a fourth-level legend, please do not treat me as a mad dog. In my time, I had very high requirements for blood."

Klein complained as he followed Du Lin into the library.

"What do you mean by very high requirements?" Du Lin asked with a smile.

"What else could I ask for? A virgin's blood, of course." Urjula leaned against the counter. "An old-school vampire setting. Black cape, slicked-back hair, black eyeshadow, a black and white vest, straight pants, and big-toed leather shoes. I'd say humans have a lot of quirks."

"Heh, you dwarves are not much better. You're vampires, but you make a living by farming and believe in the Twin Mother Goddesses," Old Klein retorted.

And Urjula snorted: "It's all because you vampires can't control your mouths and your bottoms."

"It's not me. There are so many vampire clans. What can I do if there are one or two perverts?"

Both sides complained about each other, and the verbal violence was like a hurtful arrow streaking through the air.

Durin reached out and clapped the bell on the counter, then he turned his head to look at the two vampires, who were staring at each other, but Urjula was the one standing on the counter, looking down on them.

Oh, I can’t stand it. How come these two vampires look even more like freaks than you?

Eleven couldn't stand it anymore.

How long have I lived, and how long have they lived? Of course they are the ones to blame.

While Durin was sighing with Eleven in his heart, he saw a half-elf lifting the faded velvet curtain.

Wow, what a handsome elf boy.

This was Eleven's surprise.

Wow, what a cute little elf.

This is Daju's joy.

This elf with silver-gray hair wore a pair of mithril-etched glasses on his nose. He was about 1.5 meters tall and wore a gray velvet robe. He held a thick poetry book in his left hand and a cup of tea in his right hand.

"Sorry, it's break time now, I'm not in front of the stage." He first looked at the side where the bell rang, so he only saw Du Lin: "Hello, Mr. Longzhong, what brings you to the library?"

Wow, his voice is so nice. The two AIs started to go crazy.

"Hello, Mr. Administrator, we would like to borrow a book about the history of Marsala City. Which cabinet should we look for it in?" Du Lin said, pointing to the two vampires. "They want to read it."

Then, the next second, the three owners of blood-red eyes began to stare at each other.

Finally, Old Klein sighed, "Son, where is your father?"

"My father teaches history at Marsala University. You are..." The young half-elf hesitated.

"I... I'm probably your great-grandfather." Old Klein changed his previous harsh demeanor after saying this. Looking at his descendants, there was a hint of tenderness in his eyes.

But Urjula laughed, imitating Old Klein's tone: "It's not me. There are so many vampire clans. What can I do if there are one or two perverts?"

"I'll kill you, you little hairy creature!"

"come!"

Du Lin couldn't help it and threw the two old vampires into the space opened up by his spell - if you want to fight, go inside, what's the big deal about smashing other people's library.

Then he waved his hand, and the young Northernist who was waiting nearby ran over: "Secretary Du Lin, what can I do for you?"

"This is..." "Minel Shivas," the half-blood introduced himself. "I'm a registered vampire, supervised and managed by the Church of the Twin Mothers. My father is also Leon Shivas, who teaches history at Marsala University."

"Please ask his father to come over and tell him that it was me who invited him."

After Du Lin finished speaking, he handed a gold cigarette case to the young man.

The latter shook his head: "Secretary Du Lin, how can this be possible?"

"This is to save your life. The supernatural world knows what my golden cigarette case represents. Take it with you to find Leon Shivas. He won't dare to hurt you or run away."

In this case, the young man gladly accepted the cigarette box and ran out of the library with his two companions.

But young people don’t seem to understand it very well.

Apparently, the stories of the previous generation had not been passed down.

Du Lin didn't care: "What kind of mixed-race are you?"

"My grandfather was a pure vampire. He married a moon elf, and my father married my mother, who was a child with the blood of a grassland elf. That's why I'm not tall." Having said this, Minel curled up behind the counter. He added sugar to his tea while looking at Durin. "They just called you Secretary Durin. Are you Durin Lily Corleone?"

"Yes, I am both this Dulin and Dulin Ayrsh. I am a filmmaker and also the Protector of the Realm."

Then the young man pulled a book from under the counter.

It was a first edition of a detective and a doctor's book, with its covers all dog-eared.

Du Lin smiled.

He took out a pen and signed his name on it.

two.

You see, I almost forgot that I am an author.

(End of this chapter)