Durin's Diary

Chapter 106 Someone Delivers Goods to Your Door
Du Lin looked at his pen. Although he had never seen the painting before, he still painted the gorgeous picture with his own hands. The long lens stretched out, and the heroes walked in the wheat field. The Creator gently stroked the back of the young leopard, and the latter smiled shyly.

The filmmakers in this world are really committing a crime. Du Lin felt confident - let him use various pictures to educate these rubbish. The reason why film is called the eighth art after literature, drama, music, dance, sculpture, painting and architecture is not because these rubbish were created by patting girls' thighs.

Thinking of this, Du Lin glanced at his pocket watch - in fact, the noise outside had already told Du Lin that it was time for lunch.

When he stood up to return the book, the librarian came over and said, "Young Master, please go to dinner. We will take care of these books."

"That's embarrassing." Du Lin was still a little embarrassed.

"I have read everything that you have written, young sir. I noticed that you have watched the story of my ancestors. I am Saruman Da Vinci, a descendant of the heroic king of the North, Sbel Finch. Although I am no longer a member of the royal family, Lady Salin said that you will make a short film about the story of your ancestors. It will definitely be the best short film, so I am very much looking forward to it." The thin middle-aged man said this with a smile and bowed his head to salute Durin.

Du Lin thought for a moment and put the book in his hand into his hands: "I will do my best and will definitely satisfy the hero's descendants."

"I hope your dream will come true, young master. I hope you can make movies an art form." The middle-aged man smiled happily.

Du Lin also nodded: "I swear, after the seven major art achievements of literature, drama, music, dance, sculpture, painting, and architecture, film will be called the eighth art by everyone."

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After putting the diary into his bag, Durin clapped his hands. Kal'tsit, who had been torturing the lone wolf from unknown origin in the pet boarding area of ​​the library since the beginning, ran over happily.

Du Lin took her to the restaurant and found that there were fewer people today.

"After all, Spring Festival Week is about to begin. Has anyone invited anyone, young master?" the half-dragon cook asked curiously, while picking out a large steak for Durin. "By the way, this steak today was personally prepared for you by the chef in the kitchen, cooked to medium-rare. Everyone says you like your steaks cooked a little better."

"I have chosen someone, but I don't know if she can come. But thank you anyway, ma'am. Please also thank the chef on my behalf." Du Lin nodded happily, then walked towards the dining table in the corner with his steak.

Kal'tsit had a dedicated battle pet seat, and someone had already served her some meat. Today, there were few people, and she was the only one in the beast special, so she enjoyed the meal very much.

While Durin chewed his food slowly, Kal'tsit finished eating quickly and ran to sit next to Durin.

Kal'tsit was often teased on the head by seniors along the way, and she was used to it and didn't say a word.

Then Du Lin saw a boy with a wolf running into the cafeteria: "Whose lynx scared my wolf in the library today!"

Everyone in the cafeteria turned their eyes to Du Lin.

The boy looked at Durin and saw Kal'tsit beside him: "Let your lynx come out and duel with my wolf!"

Kal'tsit understood what people said and stood up immediately.

The poor gray wolf, which had already tucked its ears, even tucked its tail in and kept hiding behind the boy.

The boy was silent for a moment, looking at his own gray wolf, then comparing it to Kal'tsit's size. Then, he pointed at Durin with an angry look on his face: "Forget it! Come out and fight me!"

So Du Lin stood up and asked: "How to duel?"

At the same time, he unnoticed the holster on his waist - he had recognized the man of the same age in front of him, who was also a member of the list, Carl Irvin.

"Don't use the gun!" the boy screamed back.

Okay, if you don’t want a gun, then don’t use one.

Dulin and the boy walked to the main square and were searched to confirm that they had no guns on them. Dulin's gun was handed over to the male mentor who arrived.

Then the boy said he wanted to duel using professional techniques, and after saying that, he took out his staff.

It's a duel of magic techniques, Dulin is familiar with it. He took out a small magic wand from his bag with a smile and looked at the boy: "Is it the Keynes duel method or the Ronis duel method." The Keynes duel method means that both parties cast spells together, and whoever can cast the spell faster at the same time will win.

The Ronis duel method is based on rounds. Each side can only use one technique in each round. The main focus is control and counter-control. It is a real battle of wits.

"Keynes! I, Keynes, have never lost a duel in thirty times!" The boy looked full of confidence.

Looking at his pointed ears and golden pupils, Durin nodded, knowing that he was a half-elf.

The male instructor also raised his hand at this time: "Start casting the spell when you swing it down!"

The boy confidently began to prepare the materials for the spell.

As a grassland elf, Du Lin had the talent of being free from material. The moment his mentor waved his hand, he instantly performed the technique of wild laughter.

Carl Irvin, before you die, I hope you can smile a little more happily.

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"Is this why he is still laughing?" Mrs. Salin, who came over, asked Du Lin while looking at the boy who was still laughing so hard that he could not catch his breath despite being supported by two people.

Du Lin hummed, "I just used a wild laughter spell." There was a hint of grievance in his voice - a cute and harmless grassland elf was interrupted from eating for no reason and had to follow him to the big square for a duel. Anyone would feel aggrieved.

If this little bastard hadn't known about the gun ban, Du Lin would have just shot him in the head with a gun.

But he didn't get away with this kid. At the very beginning, Dulin used the Crazy Laughter Technique on him. In Lublin, Dulin used this trick to defeat his peers. Even Anta was defeated by it. Of course, Dulin had a lot of experience with the Romantic Nine-Level Divine Art afterwards: the forward and reverse spiral strangulation of the loin.

This type of magic belongs to the illusion system, and the warlock uses charm identification. It just so happens that Durin has high charm, and this kid is unlucky and failed to pass the identification. So they have been laughing here for more than half an hour and still can't stop.

The last time Durin's opponent was this happy, he had a man named the third child of the Griffith family.

"How long will my child keep laughing?" The boy's parents rushed over. In their words, they almost stopped breathing when they heard that their son was having a duel with a prairie elf who raised a lynx at the art academy.

But when they arrived at the scene and found their child laughing like this, the parents felt both heartbroken and relieved.

Fortunately, Mr. Du Lin obviously did not care about his child's transgression and only gave him a light punishment. After all, in Keynesian duels, deaths are commonplace, unlike the Ronis duel, where the player can directly admit defeat if the situation is unfavorable.

I was heartbroken because my child laughed for half an hour, and two attempts to remove the spell failed to remove the laughter spell from my child.

My father has determined that it is incredibly difficult to break the Mad Laughter Technique. At least he definitely has no way to break it.

Fortunately, the father was a member of the Mage Tower. He confirmed again and again that Durin was a warlock and not a mage. In the end, he could only conclude that the grassland elves' ridiculously high charm bonus enhanced the identification and difficulty of the Laughter Technique.

"How about you cast a sleeping spell on this child?" A mortal teacher from the Art Academy gave an idea.

Du Lin laughed so hard in his heart that he felt numb - elves and elf-halfs were not affected by sleeping spells.

In the end, the boy's father had no choice but to use a rubber-coated wooden stick to solve his son's laughter problem.

This made Du Lin very happy.

Mr. Carl, we have a long way to go.

(End of this chapter)