Durin's Diary

Chapter 800: Stealing a Floating Life
Early the next morning, Du Lin opened his eyes, only to find that he was the only dragon left in the room.

its not right.

Du Lin got up, put on his bathrobe and opened the window.

He found that the girls were talking about something in the garden downstairs, while Daju and Shiyi were discussing something inside the railing outside the windowsill.

I'm very curious, Brother Eleven. Since vampires are an artificial species developed to prolong life, why do they need to consume blood? I think it doesn't make sense.

It is the second generation of artificial race. The first was the elves, but high elves are only over 200 years old. Individuals who break through the legendary level can live for 300 to 400 years, but they are far less than vampires. Vampires are a kind of "genetic configuration" with a guaranteed lifespan of 500 years. They are independent of race. You can use elves or humans as carriers.

The answer given by Eleven explained Daju's doubts very well.

In other words, if people with human appearance like Klein and people with grassland elf appearance like Minel can both live to be 500 years old, then is there a third generation?

Yes, the goal of the third phase is to cut out the gene that expresses blood thirst, so that taking blood will no longer have various adverse effects. However, as you know, plans cannot change quickly, and the third phase of research ultimately died on paper.

I know that the Chaos Invasion ended everything, but I am quite curious why Director Sun created such a strong-expression race as the Grassland Elves.

Grassland elves are our main auxiliary intelligent race in East Asia. They were originally used as a scientific research race because we are too moral to use wetware like the Western Continent.

Du Lin was stunned. Is there such a thing? "Then, if that's the case, then having too high moral standards is also a disadvantage."

Too high a morality is indeed a disadvantage for science, because science must avoid many things when it comes to morality. But from the perspective of ordinary people and the poor, a world without morality is no different from hell.

Eleven explained.

"I know that."

Du Lin thought to himself, why did I kill so many people in my previous life? Isn’t it because some people always use the mat called morality as a doormat?

So, I really like the research environment in the EU. Unlike East Asia, where creating a synthetic race requires the leadership of thirteen departments, the signatures of thirty-two heads, and the official seal of three high-ranking officials who can sit in the first three rows before you can even begin. But in the EU, a dozen wealthy individuals can pool their money and throw in 800 billion. It only took five years to go from the first elves to the second vampires.

Du Lin nodded: "This is what you call the benefit of low morals, right?"

Yes, what morality? Is it more important than giving you 800 billion in one breath? The things that the EU research team at that time produced would be criticized by the East Asian research team if you picked any one of them.

When Eleven said this, he also specifically mentioned the grassland elves.

At that time, the European Union research team wanted to use the genes of the grassland elves as a blueprint to develop another race, with money provided by North American sponsors. However, Director Sun refused. Do you know what these idiots were trying to do?

I think the EU team is under fire.

Daju answered quickly, and Du Lin nodded in agreement.

"This time I think I have to agree with Daju. The grassland elves are so cute, and they actually thought about that. In my opinion, they should be chemically castrated."

Daju and Shiyi pointed their viewfinders at Dulin, and finally, Daju sighed.

I think we still have differences.

Du Lin was stunned for a moment, then he exclaimed, "No, Eleven, are you EU researchers crazy?"

"They can create things like Werebeasts. Do you think they're just playing house? There aren't too many wealthy perverts in North America, I tell you."

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Du Lin admitted that the two AIs had ruined his appetite this morning. He went downstairs, ordered a pancake, and sat at the top of the stairs to enjoy it. A moment later, Lid ran up the stairs and saw Du Lin, with disheveled hair, sitting at the top of the stairs, enjoying his pancake alone.

You know what, Reid was wearing a similar style today as Minel yesterday. Because her hair was long, she even put her hair in a leather bag at her waist, which surprised Du Lin - because before today he had never seen a girl do this with her hair.

It was most likely Anta's idea. She looked very sunny and tomboyish in this outfit, yet surprisingly cute.

The little girl was stunned for a moment, then quickly sat next to Du Lin: "What's wrong? I didn't call you. Are you angry?"

"Nothing." Du Lin thought to himself, what do you know, little girl? I was disgusted by the EU research team in this timeline. I thought low morals meant having no taboos when creating artificial races, but it turned out that what these bastards did was far beyond Du Lin's imagination.

Damn it! Compared to them, I, an old assassin with countless murders, actually have morals. This world is truly outrageous.

Du Lin had long felt that a killer like himself had long thrown aside useless things like morality. The murderer who had killed so many people had long been aware of this, but he did not expect that one morning, he would be given the good guy card by two AIs.

And all this is just because compared to other bad guys, Durin is too reserved and has too much professional ethics, so that the butcher in the tower and the old dog without blood and tears have become role models.

"I'll help you comb your hair." The little girl said and ran upstairs.

After a while, she came down with a comb and sat behind Du Lin to comb his hair.

"Your horns seem to be a little bigger."

"That's normal. The dragon horns of the old men are thicker and longer."

Listening to the song that Reed was humming behind him, Du Lin quickly recognized it as What Will You Leave Behind.

The music in the short film that Du Lin made for the Church of the Suffering Lord two years ago was unexpectedly loved by many musicians.

It’s been two years since you’ve produced any new works, Du Lin, you lazy guy.

Du Lin sighed as he stuffed the last bite of biscuit into his mouth, then obediently let Reed tie a hairband for him.

"Okay." Reid said happily.

Then the girl sat next to Du Lin again, she smiled and reached out to wipe the biscuit crumbs from the corner of Du Lin's mouth.

Du Lin checked her wide-leg pants and found that they had a thick layer of fleece inside. "That's a good idea, who came up with it?"

"My mother helped us do it. The Engineering College recently came out with a new machine that can replace manual labor in sewing. Yesterday I was with my mother and watched her do it."

The mother that Reed was talking about must be Du Lin's mother.

When Du Lin heard this, he smiled and stroked the little girl's head: "Tell me, where do you want to go today?"

"Really? Speaking of which, I miss home a little. Can we go to the small building where we first met? I haven't been back for a long time. Can we just stay for half a day?" Reed asked, looking at Du Lin with anticipation.

Do you miss home? Yes, I do too.

Thinking of this, Durin raised his hand and a portal rose from the ground.

"Let's go, just the two of us."

(End of this chapter)