Durin's Diary

Chapter 1031 Five Hundred Gold

Dulin's judgment was correct. On the third day of the excavation, young people from nearby villages came to find him.

The old steward's grandson recognized the visitor; he was a young man who had fled from Copenhagen a few years ago when the Northern Kingdom was in turmoil. Duke Altyn had always sympathized with orphans like him, so he arranged for him to stay in the village, gave him a house, and granted him the right to cultivate wasteland.

However, the young man was quite clever and even wrote books. He quickly opened a small shop in town that offered letter-writing services. The Alkin territory was in need of young people like him, which allowed him to make money.

He rented out the land he owned to the farmers in the village, collected some rent, and lived a very comfortable life.

So when he arrived, after hearing the young man's introduction, Dulin was convinced that this person was definitely a mole in the shelter.

Eleven was even more direct. He gestured for the young man to come over, then walked around him once before standing in front of him: "I've scanned you, young man. You have a wireless communication chip in your head and an electronic brain. It's clear that you were one of the more advanced spy prosthetics the EU had at the time. Who's behind you, or who's in control of you now? Is it Romeo or Aristotle?"

Romeo and Aristotle are probably the names of the AI ​​in charge of the shelter, but Eleven probably won't be able to confirm who's actually in the shelter.

The young man nodded: "As expected of Dr. Yu's eleventh son, you were right. Although I don't know how you obtained the unique Quanzhen Body of the East, I can't think of anyone else who could speak so eloquently. However, I am not Romeo, nor Aristotle, I am Plato. This should be Young Master Dulin Elsh, right? The savior chosen by the Primordial Creator for this land, right?"

At this moment, the young man's eyes had shed their disguised pupils and become a pair of standard electronic eyes.

Dulin, who was drinking tea, heard the sarcasm in his words but didn't take it to heart. Instead, he stretched out a tree stump chair for him from the ground: "Sit down and let's have a good talk."

“I don’t think we have anything to talk about. I know perfectly well who you represent.” The young man sat down on the tree stump.

"Do you really know it all along?" Dulin asked with a smile.

"Weren't you chosen by that woman surnamed Sun to bring peace to this land? Now that peace has come, and you've destroyed all the evil gods, there's no one in the world who can stop her from becoming the final evil god." The young man, who was being remotely controlled, grimaced as he spoke: "That vicious woman! She!"

"Has she been promoted?" Dulin asked in return.

"No one can stop her from becoming the true Nuwa now! A soul corrupted by chaos becoming the mother of this land—is there anything more terrifying than that? I know you want to remain nameless, but have you ever thought about what will happen to the people of this land?" The young man gritted his teeth at the end: "You only think about your worthless grand narrative! You haven't thought about the mortals of this land, what will happen to them in the future? A soul corrupted by chaos becoming the guardian of this new universe! Don't you find that terrifying?"

Dulin nodded—at first, Dulin thought this AI was a standard Western Hell Knight, or rather, a regionalist.

Surprisingly, he turned out to be a fairly normal person.

With that in mind, Dulin simply summoned the embodiment of reason—surely they could make sense of it.

...But what Dulin didn't expect was that the two of them started arguing as soon as they met. After listening for a while, Dulin finally confirmed that his rational self had been assassinated by an assassin sent by this AI named Plato in his previous life.

No wonder they were cursing at each other from the very beginning.

"You fucking tried to bring your Eastern ways to the Western Continent five hundred years ago! I may not kill you, but plenty of others will!" Plato shouted. "The Western Continent has its own national conditions!"

"National conditions my ass! Where's your Germany! Where's France! Where's Poland! Where's Greece! Where's Turkey! Where the hell are they! Spain has no money and you won't even fill in the Iberian Peninsula! You want to leave it until the third phase? Do you think that damn peninsula could grow out of the sea on its own without our help?! And you're talking to me about national conditions! Isn't the Western Continent in this inhuman state because of you bunch of capitalist daddies?! Humanity has been like this since the beginning of civilization because of you stinking idiots from the Western Continent! The ecosystem is supposed to allow living beings to rebuild their historical perspective! But the international order is still based on might! And that stupid Northernism you've created is still copied from my model! Look me in the eyes! LOOK ME EYES! Do you dare say what you're doing is right?! You're even opposing me! Do you want to kill yourself for your bullshit national conditions?!" The embodiment of rationality pointed at his nose and lashed out.

Dulin exclaimed in genuine admiration—he had never seen the embodiment of rationality unleash such full power.

With this kind of cursing, how can the people of Xilu possibly resist?

"I can kill you again right now!" Plato screamed, clearly having broken down.

"You can try! You little bastard, you wet slut! You even put it on me! You dare to kill me! Behind me stands Dulin! A man who can become an unknown at any moment! My sensual existence can also come back to life at any moment! Do you still have the ability to kill me! Tell me! Plato! You're nothing but that old widow Nogel's walking pile driver! What right do you have to yell at me! When the research center was still open, you had to call me director when you saw me! You disrespectful, low-level computer!"

Plato let out a scream and went mad, and then the young man collapsed to the ground, convulsing.

A short while later, Dulin saw a small man, covered in dust and dressed in a tight-fitting suit completely out of step with the times, rushing towards him carrying a steel bar covered in concrete.

"Can you handle this?" Dulin asked the embodiment of rationality.

"I can't handle this. This guy is probably really driven crazy by me. You have to stop him! I don't want to die again!" Rational Avatar screamed at Dulin.

So you can't do anything about him either.

Dulin sighed and pointed at the kid, casting a freeze spell.

Then I remembered that it was a prosthetic body and was immune to human immobilization spells.

With no other option, Dulin stood up, flashed to its side, and knocked it down with a single punch.

Fortunately, I also know a little bit about martial arts.

(End of this chapter)