Durin's Diary

Chapter 102: My Ally in Copenhagen
Anta reached out and took the mailbox from the college's postman, the eagle owl. The latter was not as cute as Hemer and flew away without saying a word.

"Is it the letter sent by your Durin?" Lianfaya asked with a smile. She came from the northern province and it was said that her ancestors had the blood of the northern highlanders, so she was careless in what she did and said.

"Yes, it's him." Looking at the mud seal on the mailbox, Anta smiled and put it away. "There's still one class left. Let's check it after that."

"So cunning! I want to see how the eldest grandson of the Elsh family says sweet words, Anta. But I'm your good friend Lian. Come and see." The blonde girl put her arms around Anta's waist. The latter, who was a head taller than the former, had an obvious mixed-race appearance.

"No, even my mother can't do that." Anta refused decisively.

"How about I let you touch my breasts." The mixed-race girl proudly puffed out her chest, and distinctive waves appeared in front of Anta.

As expected of the college's most beautiful chest, Anta looked at his own chest, then at his deskmate who was still proud. He smiled coldly and slapped her chest with his hands like a dragon: "Your chest has always been my prey. I'll let you copy your homework today."

"Then I won't watch it. Thank you, Anta." After saying that, Lian turned her head to look at the blushing boys: "What are you looking at! Go back to the dormitory and touch yourselves!"

"Mrs. Marianne is here!" A child turned his head away from the window.

These words seemed to work like magic, and the children immediately found their seats and sat down.

After a while, Mrs. Marian came in, chatting and laughing with the strange lecturer beside her.

"Okay, girls and boys, your former Transfiguration instructor, Ms. Anlin, is about to give birth. Come meet your new Transfiguration instructor." After Mrs. Marian said this, she motioned for the unfamiliar lecturer to come up.

Then, the grassland elf male walked up to Lady Marianne and said, "Andabi Sasar Peru, from the east of the east."

The eastern part of the east naturally refers to the eastern province of the eastern elves.

"Lord Andabi, your new mentor, is a Half-Step Legend. He has thirty years of battlefield experience. If you have any questions about the Transformation Department, you can ask him more."

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As soon as the get out of class was over, before Anta started to put away the books on the table, he heard Lian's voice beside him saying something crazy: "Mr. Andabi is so handsome."

"He's fifty years old." Anta began to collect the books.

"That slicked-back hairstyle with silver hair is so handsome." Lian continued her attack.

"He's fifty years old." Anta began to put down his pen.

"When he smiles, he shows eight teeth, which is really handsome." Lian cupped her hands to her heart.

"He's fifty years old." Anta put it away and turned to look at her infatuated deskmate. "And he never even looked at you during class."

"You're so discouraging." Lian was a little unhappy.

"I'm going to eat Lublin roast duck. How about you? Do you want to come with me?" Anta asked with a smile as he looked at his deskmate in front of him.

"Let's go." Lian swept everything on the table into her schoolbag, then followed Anta out of the classroom happily.

How can a handsome man compare to the love between sisters and the deliciousness of roast duck?

The group of girls walked down the stairs and saw the boys standing in the square whispering. Lian looked at them curiously until Anta walked away, then she ran after them.

"I wonder what the Losers Alliance is up to." Lian's voice came from behind, making Anta turn around and look at her: "What Losers Alliance?"

"That's the nickname everyone gave them. Haven't you rejected them all before?" Lian explained curiously, holding her schoolbag in one hand. "I did reject them, but they're not losers. I have people I like, and I don't like them either, so this was just a normal rejection. Their life journey has just begun. There's no such thing as failure until it reaches the end," Anta explained to Lian seriously.

"Wow, you speak like a philosopher. Our city's mayor likes to speak like that. You look so old." Lian gossiped.

Anta rolled his eyes at his friend and said, "Shut up! I'm taking you to eat roast duck. Why are you still panting?"

"Ahhh, okay, okay, I won't say anything." In front of the delicious roast duck with sauce, Lian chose to keep her mouth shut.

The duo walked out of the school gate and along the trail for a while. Looking at the slowly approaching tram, Anta raised his hand and snapped his fingers, then was the first to jump on the car.

Lian followed.

There weren't many people on the tram at this time. After all, it was 4:15 in the afternoon, a time when adults hadn't finished get off work yet and children had already finished school.

Walking up the spiral staircase to the second floor and sitting in the last row, Lian noticed that Anta took out the mailbox.

She was a little curious, but Anta's little astrological dragon climbed onto her shoulder, and the little owner with big eyes stared at Lian, finally giving up her intention of peeking.

Anta opened the mailbox and took out the letter inside.

Anta, it’s nice to see you.

The days in Copenhagen were a bit cold, much colder than Lublin.

I met new friends here. The first one was a dwarf named Tony Stark. Although he was careless, he was surprisingly reliable. Then there was Rabin Gisks, who was a half-human and half-moon elf like us. His mouth was as sweet as honey.

I also met a little nightingale named Elaine Sario, who activated the bloodline of her ancestors, the Son of Red Feather. Her grandmother was named Loreen Sario, a legendary wizard from the famous Sario family in the north.

She is very old, her skin has become thinner, her muscles are no longer there, and there is dirt in her eyes. But even such an old lady asked me to take care of her granddaughter two days ago, and I agreed.

I know this is wrong. If loyalty is not absolute, it is absolutely disloyal. I have let you down, but I really can't bear to reject the wish of a dying legend. Elaine's parents died when she was young, and now her grandmother, the only one in the family who would take care of her, has reached the end of her life. However, her uncle has begun to arrange her marriage for his own benefit. I even had my first duel for this. I have seen the coldness of the Salio family.

But no matter what, I have let you down. You said before that you would come to Copenhagen to spend the summer festival with me. Whether you come or not, no matter how you beat me when you come, I will endure it.

By the way, when you infuse arcane energy into the small magic stone at the bottom of the mailbox, you should be able to see the busts of Elaine and me.

Anta collected the letters and put them in the mailbox.

"What do you mean?" Lian came over impatiently.

"The summer festival is a week long. I'll take a week off early to spend time with my Dulin." Anta said with a smile, then rolled her eyes at Lian: "I won't take you with me this time, lest your boyfriend think I've kidnapped you."

"Hey, sister, can I bring my boyfriend with you?" Lian reached out and grabbed Anta's sleeve, asking pitifully.

"No, how can anyone disturb our sweet time?" Anta refused, then sighed at his pitiful friend. "I'll bring back cookies and snacks from the Northern Kingdom, and you'll definitely be included."

Then she turned the letterbox upside down and ignited the small stone with arcane power.

Du Lin, let me see, you are a guy with overflowing love, what kind of animal have you adopted this time.

(End of this chapter)