Durin's Diary

Chapter 1037 Six Harmonies Clear

The young people's fancy ways of having fun are none of Dulin's business, nor is it Dulin's place to interfere.

But this vampire named Roberts, Dulin, was truly capable of managing things. He lifted the spell, allowing the little girls to go back to their own homes and find their own mothers. Dulin then had Klein carry Roberts back to the Alkin Palace with him.

Duke Alkin had seen many vampires, but this was the first time he had met an ancient vampire elder as powerful as Roberts, so he was still quite curious.

However, old Enrique saw Roberts and chuckled: "Isn't this Roberts? What's wrong? Did you just wake up and get dragged back by Dulin?"

“Yes, I just woke up and hadn’t even had a chance to get something to eat before Mr. Dulin caught me and brought me back.” Roberts said, then slumped onto the sofa. “Last time, I was forced into a deep sleep by that young man named Risen. I finally woke up and then ran into this young man again. How can the young powerhouses of you grassland elves be so outrageous?”

“There’s one this strong occasionally, not many.” Old Is said, flicking a cigarette at Roberts, then pointing at him and looking at Dulin: “This old vampire has a problem, he won’t drink the blood of a woman who isn’t a virgin.”

“Yes, those three children are with him. He didn’t drink their blood because they weren’t virgins.” Dulin answered, gesturing with his hands. “I thought it was just some young people from the Altun Territory messing around, but now I understand. It’s self-defense.”

Dulin's words made even Duke Alkin laugh: "Yes, there used to be a lot of vampires in our northern region. Mortal families didn't care about their children's virginity for their safety, since keeping them was too dangerous. As long as the young people were in love, that was enough."

Dulin nodded understandingly—it was the only way out, but he still wanted to make some changes: "Roberts, do you want to be freed from your bloodthirsty state like Klein?"

"If it were before, I would spit in your face, but now you're telling me times have changed, so I'll just accept it." The old man looked cowardly—after waking up, he first looked for something to eat, only to find that everything was expired. He was furious and wanted to see what had made the world like this.

Then, while buying a newspaper, he discovered the young witcher and, out of curiosity, wanted to test his skills.

Then he almost got caught.

"How come you witchers are all using silver-infiltrated bullets now! Only legendary witchers used to be qualified to carry this kind of ammunition!" The old man looked utterly devastated as he mentioned this. He even lifted his clothes and pointed to the wound on his waist: "Look at this! Two young witchers have opened seven holes in my body! I'm seeing things!"

He also slammed a bullet onto the coffee table.

Old Liz's husband laughed so hard he could hardly breathe—he recognized the bullet as a model unique to the Eastern Territory.

“Times have indeed changed.” Old Enrique said as he caught a carrier pigeon—his old friend in the area had sent him news that a young witcher had confirmed the existence of a vampire in the last two days. The man had taken many bullets but had still managed to escape.

It was truly heartbreaking to hear, and brought tears to the eyes of all who heard it.

“But speaking of which, Mr. Roberts, I have a small question. How come an ancient vampire like you hasn’t been on the wanted list for so long?” Tanya asked with some curiosity.

“You little girl, I can tell you’re from the Alkin family just by smelling your scent. You’re young, you don’t understand. I’m not like Klein. He was a vampire believer back then, while I sympathize with all living beings. Although my tastes are a bit picky, I don’t want to harm other living beings indiscriminately. After all, only when living beings strengthen their races can I have endless delicacies, right?” Roberts’ words were a bit rough, but the reasoning was sound.

Klein snorted twice: "In the end, you ended up kidnapping that little girl, didn't you?"

"Pah! I paid for it! It cost a fortune for one meal, but I didn't expect that none of the three girls who came were to my liking!" Roberts broke down at the mention of this: "How can you creatures be so selfish! Selfish, only thinking about your own pleasure! I can't even buy food that's expired! I can't live like this anymore! Damn it, I forgot to ask them for a refund!"

Klein spat at Roberts's hurtful remarks: "How many times have I told you not to be picky! And you, you even asked that young girl to refund your money, have you no shame? Did you even ask her if she was a virgin? If you didn't ask, how can you blame them for this! A leopard can't change its spots."

The last sentence was in the Changtang language, and Dulin thoughtfully translated it for Mr. Roberts.

The two vampires screamed and began to fight.

Meanwhile, Dulin confirmed that Roberts had not only paid for the girls but also provided them with good food and drink. As for immobilizing them, it was because they were too noisy, and he didn't like noise—this information could be obtained from the town's police station, since a statement had been taken.

The original plan was to let them go the next day, and Roberts planned to try her luck in another city. Unfortunately, Dulin broke into the house, and even rolled up her pipe.

Fortunately, it was Dulin who arrived. Seeing that the three girls were in relatively good condition, he didn't immediately kill them, thus giving Roberts a chance to prove herself. And having heard that he was once a vampire who sympathized with living beings, Dulin felt that this little old man could indeed accept his reformation.

So Dooling flicked a drop of his own blood onto Roberts.

The old man sniffed the blood, then sighed with satisfaction: "This blood is truly amazing. A tiny drop is full of energy. I feel that if I were to consume it, I could not only cleanse my body of impurities, but also undergo a complete transformation, achieving a sublimation from soul to body, recreating myself, breaking free from the shackles of blood thirst, and achieving a brand new future!"

Dulin was a little embarrassed, thinking to himself that this old vampire was really good at bragging.

But to his surprise, the old man who had been blowing over here looked nauseous and stuck out his tongue: "But speaking of which, how many women have you slept with? They're all covered in perfume, it's disgusting."

"Luckily, this old man doesn't know how to use reduplicated words, or I would have thrown up," Eleven muttered.

Without saying a word, Dulin pulled out the Dulin 11.

It comes with a drum of twenty bullets, each bullet being a silver-tipped arrow, the kind that carries a blessing.

"I'll drink it, I'll drink it, okay!" Seeing Dulin pull the bolt, Roberts quickly swallowed the blood, afraid that if he was a step too slow, Dulin would pull the trigger.

(End of this chapter)