Durin's Diary

Chapter 1036 Makes One Age

“Only the dead cannot be traced by time, but the problem is… how can a dead person appear in the town’s small park in broad daylight without causing a riot?” Lina looked at the scene before her, somewhat bewildered.

“A vampire, and a very powerful one at that.” Dulin said, then opened a door and leaned inside.

“Mr. Klein,” he called out, then noticed that a halfling was sitting on the old vampire, engaging in the most primal form of human entertainment.

"Uh... Mr. Dulin, excuse me, is there something you need?" Although the old vampire had lived a long time, he still had to maintain some dignity in front of Dulin.

"It's okay, you play first, and come find me over here when you're done." Du Lin said, then pulled his head back.

Damn it, I've run into a pervert.

Five minutes later, Mr. Klein rushed over, and Dulin pointed to the scene: "Do you think it could be one of your kind?"

Upon hearing this, the old vampire sniffed the air and then frowned: "It's been about three and a half days since this happened."

"Yes." Du Lin nodded.

"Not much of the smell is left, but it is definitely us. What did this guy do?"

“Three girls have gone missing. I suspect he’s the kidnapper. We have to find him, otherwise if he’s turned the girls into monsters, I’ll have to skin him alive, pull out his tendons, and make soup out of his bones.” As Dulin said this, Lina took out a large cleaver from her spatial bag.

“If it were before, you would have had to prepare a pot of boiling water. In three and a half days, the dishes on the table would probably be cold.” At this point, Mr. Klein perhaps noticed the change in Dulin’s expression: “However, I can take you to find him.”

“Alright, lead the way.” Dulin said, while having the Mage Hand start a pot to boil water on the spot.

If a vampire were to kidnap a young girl and turn her into a blood slave today, Dulin wouldn't mind slaughtering the entire vampire family.

………………

Mr. Klein's nose was very useful; in less than ten minutes, he found a house in town.

“The person is inside,” he said.

“Okay.” Dulin said, kicking open the door as he patted the dimensional anchor.

Stepping into this small building, the first thing you see is a large hall filled with velvet and oak.

The sofa is covered by the former, while the coffee table is the product of the latter.

A gas crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling, its brass frame cast in the shape of a vine. The lampshade refracts a strange spectrum under the gas flame. Eleven says this is because the glass has too many impurities; in other words, the glass is probably older than Dulin's two lifetimes combined.

The walls are covered with wallpaper resembling brocade, with walnut strips inlaid at the seams, carved with old-fashioned vine patterns.

Long, dark green velvet curtains hung on either side of the window, their folds resembling frozen waterfalls, embroidered with old-fashioned floral patterns in gold thread, cascading down from the top of the curtains to the edge of the tassels.

On the north wall stands a display cabinet, its compartments filled with tea sets from Changtang, various lacquer boxes, books, and poetry collections.

The fireplace on the east side wasn't working, but the incense burner was hanging there, and the fragrance filling the room was coming from there.

Three little girls were sitting on the sofa.

A small, white-haired old man was sitting on a velvet-covered sofa. Someone kicked the door, and he immediately stood up, then saw Klein behind Dulin: "Damn it! Klein! When did you crawl out of hell, you old geezer?"

“Roberts! I crawled out of hell just to see you go to hell. You’re in trouble. Mr. Durin has come to find you personally. Why did you kidnap these three children?” Klein retorted.

Dulin wasn't in a hurry at all. He was standing in front of the cabinet, looking with great delight at the gilded smoking device that looked like it was made during the reign of the second king of the Krigon family. It had a long pipe, a beautiful mahogany body, and a silver combustion chamber.

There was even a beautiful ruby ​​on the outside of the pipe.

Family, this is so beautiful.

"What? He's Dulin!"

"Ah, yes, I am Durring, Mr. Roberts, good midnight."

Hearing someone call his name, Dulin turned his head and looked at the old vampire in front of him with droopy eyelids: "You old bastard, you must have brought that young girl back here just to suck her blood!"

“Yes, that’s right!” the old man replied through gritted teeth.

"Alright, what got into you, old man, to dare to talk like that?" Du Lin laughed. But since the old man was so stubborn, Du Lin had to give him a chance: "I've already set up the pot for you. You decide what spices to add when you're simmering your bones."

"You can't kill me!" the old man said.

“Why can’t I kill you? You’ve been sucking people’s blood! If I chop you into pieces now, you deserve it.” Dulin said with a smile, “But considering how stubborn you are, I’ll give you a chance. Tell me your situation again.”

As Dulin spoke, he walked over and sat down on a single sofa—those three girls were clearly frozen in place by a human immobilization spell; that old man truly deserved to die.

"I didn't drink their blood!" the old man said, his face filled with grief and indignation. "I swear to the nameless one! I didn't drink a single drop of blood from these three girls!"

“He wasn’t lying,” Lina concluded.

“This guy doesn’t have a heart, I can’t test him.” Eleven said with a helpless expression.

Dulin was a bit confused: "Dude, are you out of your mind? How can you resist three young girls in front of you? Don't tell me you've already completed self-purification like Mr. Klein."

"No, but the problem is... they're not virgins," the old man said with a helpless expression.

“No, it’s not... This can affect you…” Dulin paused for a moment after saying that, then looked at the three girls in front of him.

Their faces were flushed red; they were clearly immobilized by a spell, but they could hear the conversation.

Du Lin sighed like a corporate slave: "I'm really fed up, you're really picky about food."

“Absolutely. I’d rather starve than drink this kind of blood. It really doesn’t taste good, Mr. Dulin.” The old man sat down again. “I’ve lost all will to argue now. Kill me or do whatever you want. I just can’t accept it. How long has it been since I awoke from my slumber, and humanity has already become so depraved?!”

Upon hearing this, Eleven looked around; Lina spoke of other things, while Dulin took a deep breath.

What the hell is all this nonsense? I'm just a pitiful, weak, and helpless little grassland spirit, the Candle Dragon!

Help!
(End of this chapter)