Durin's Diary

Chapter 110 Happy Birthday
Tony sent the secret police away and came back beaming with joy, partly because he had managed to fool the secret police safely, and partly because a masterpiece worthy of being passed down through the ages was unfolding under Du Lin's pen.

Fine wine, delicious food, battle flags, forests of spears and muskets, the steepest peaks, minerals, edelweiss that only bloom on the mountaintops, and most importantly - the hero's profile, each one hits the dwarfs' sweet spot.

Tony stood in front of the painting, scratching his head. At this moment, he didn't look like a dwarf, but more like an unevolved monkey with dwarfism.

Du Lin finished the draft step by step, then looked at Tony: "Where's the pickaxe?"

The dwarf, who realized it later, screamed and started his work.

Durin sat on the sofa that was originally used by guests. He crossed his legs and stroked Hemer who was resting on the armrest with one hand, and Kal'tsit who was resting her head on Durin's legs with the other hand.

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Caspian Stark was full of worries. His eldest son unfortunately passed away in a fight a few days ago. Although the other party did not gain any benefit, the hatred between the two parties only deepened.

But what his second son did recently made him feel deeply uneasy.

What's up with those young people?

With such doubts, Caspian Stark jumped off the carriage and walked quickly towards his home - today he wanted to have a frank talk with his son.

There is nothing wrong with revenge for one's brother, but revenge is not suicide. In Caspian's view, mindless revenge is no different from suicide.

The destruction of the family was nothing. After leaving the clan, the Stark family, who even changed their surnames, had long since died. Now the only thing that still supported the family's beliefs was the promise made by the kingdom's spies that as long as the Starks collected intelligence for the Dwarf King in the human world, they would be able to return to the Dwarf world one day.

The old butler opened the door. He glanced at the living room and said softly, "The secret police were here just now. It was led by Fisher Gregory himself."

"Where's my son?" Caspian asked, frowning.

"Before, when Young Master Durin came, they went to the studio. Later, Lord Fisher came with his men. They checked the gun left by Young Master Lewandowski and said that it was not this gun, and then they left." The butler followed Caspian to the hall. His explanation made Caspian take a look at the wall of the hall first, and then he found that the gun rack had been moved, and now the gun was hung above the fireplace.

Then he walked quickly towards the studio and heard the sound of iron hammering before he even entered the door.

"Young Master has been forging it for an hour. Master, please take a look..."

Following the butler's instructions, Caspian first saw young Master Durin curled up on the sofa. This little grassland elf looked very tired and actually fell asleep in this studio full of jingling sounds.

His pet, a large lynx, was using itself as a blanket over its owner.

Then he looked at the paper on the drawing board.

After just one glance, Caspian was unable to move. Looking at the picture on the paper, he felt for the first time his lack of cultural knowledge.

What is this called?
Caspian couldn't describe it, he just felt that this painting was so... gripping. From the beginning, the dwarven sage Nelson Thunderhammer, the Sage's Book beneath his bust, and the subsequent scenes... In short, this painting was filled with a power that made Caspian tremble.

He walked over to his son and saw him forging a pick axe. The boy swung the hammer, sweating profusely as he stood shirtless in the early spring chill, giving his all with each swing.

Still not enough.

As he raised the smith's hammer again, Caspian caught his hand.

"Let me do it. You take a break, and then come and see how I swing the hammer." Caspian already knew what the two boys wanted to do - they wanted to carve the picture into the face of the pick axe.

It was a bold and crazy idea, and if Caspian hadn't seen the painting, he would have said that dwarven weapons needed no decoration.

But after seeing this painting, Caspian no longer dared to boast, and even wanted to see what the painting would look like when engraved on the axe blade.

That must be a sacred weapon that will be remembered forever.

Thinking of this, Caspian looked at his son again. He was so shameless as to prepare to sit on the sofa. "Go wash yourself first. You are all sweaty. Do you want to stink to death, little sir?"

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Du Lin stood on the grass, feeling a little confused because he had instinctively felt tired on the sofa before, so he squinted his eyes and wanted to take a nap, but in the blink of an eye, he found himself standing here.

The giant tree in front of him had a crown that seemed as big as a city. Du Lin, standing in front of it, was so small that he was not even as big as the roots exposed on the ground.

I walked to the lake and saw my old self reflected in it.

Turning around, Durin, who heard the noise, saw a child. He was a grassland elf sitting on the roots of a tree. He was wearing a white robe and no shoes. His white little feet were spotless.

Du Lin observed for a moment, and finally spoke selectively: "The original... Creator, is that right?"

"I have always appeared in human form. How did you recognize me?" the child asked with a smile.

"I guessed." The elderly Du Lin answered honestly.

The child laughed happily, and after laughing enough, he floated up and pointed to the giant tree behind him: "Use your hands to touch this world tree. Your body has completely touched the threshold of the extraordinary world when you completed that painting. Although I don't want to suggest that you become a member of the path, life should not be subject to the interference of gods, so make a good choice." "But I want to be an assassin." Du Lin said.

"All things in the world have different paths but the same destination." After saying this, the god disappeared from Durin's sight.

His appearance and disappearance made Durin understand why he appeared here - in addition to believing in the Twin Mother Goddesses, the grassland elves also worshipped the World Tree. Is this the World Tree in front of him? It's really huge.

Different paths lead to the same destination... Does this refer to the transformation towards extraordinary advancement?
Du Lin sighed and stretched out his hand.

It was sunny just now, but in an instant, the sky turned dark. Under the starry sky, Du Lin saw two floating emblems.

One looks like a painting, the other looks like a book.

Du Lin was the first to come into contact with the book.

Sequence: Scribe.

This information is too little. Du Lin narrowed his eyes subconsciously.

This time, the list came out.

Sequence: Scribe.

Activate when doing text-based ideas.

It is a prequel to Path: Detective, Path: Writer, Path: Reasoner and Path: Composer.

When this sequence is selected, Intelligence +2, Perception +1.

When you choose this sequence, you gain the extraordinary ability: paper manipulation.

You already possess the extraordinary ability: Paper Manipulation, which can be obtained through purchase.

Paper manipulation? Buy?

Du Lin took a look at his experience purchase pool and discovered the paper manipulation technique. He took a look at the introduction - the paper manipulation technique allows the owner to transform any paper at will. The paper will be deformed at will according to the mind of the extraordinary owner and gain the relative strength of the transformed object.

To be honest, it is not the best choice for Durin's old body to gain intelligence - to become a mage, this body is too old. Even if Durin can teach himself, it is still best to become an assassin.

After all, the proficiency is different.

So I looked at another option.

Sequence: Drafter.

Activate when doing drawing or painting ideas.

It is the prelude to Path: Constructor, Path: Painter, Path: Sculptor and Path: Pretender.

When this sequence is selected, Perception +2, Intelligence +1.

When you choose this sequence, you gain the extraordinary ability: paper manipulation.

You already possess the extraordinary ability: Paper Manipulation, which can be obtained through purchase.

Extraordinary abilities consistent?
Du Lin was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that no matter what he wrote or drew on paper, it all led to the same result.

The documents that record civilization and carry the passage of time include knots, tortoise shells, sheepskin, and of course silk paper.

So Du Lin no longer hesitated and chose the sequence: Cartographer.

After making his choice, Du Lin squinted and looked at his hands.

杜林
General Path Ladder 9: Draftsman (next promotion will determine path)

Attributes:
Power: 13
Agility: 14
Constitution: 10
Intelligence: 16
Perception: 21
Charisma: 22
You have finally taken your first step and embraced your new life with open arms. Mr. Durin, if I had hands, I would applaud you; and if I had a mouth, I would sing Happy Birthday to you.

Du Lin smiled.

Thank you, he thought.

The next second, the regular sound of hammers hitting metal came to my ears.

Du Lin, wake up from the dream.

(End of this chapter)