Durin's Diary

Chapter 111 The Highest Realm of Art

Facing the pick axe in his hand, old Caspian can be said to have invested a lot of money - he put a small piece of refined gold into it. Although this would make it difficult for Durin to carve, the overall structure of the pick axe would be greatly strengthened.

The only problem was that after the pick axe was completed, Du Lin changed three carving knives, but was unable to leave a single scratch on the axe surface.

This is no longer a question of strength, but rather that the carving knife itself is not strong enough and sharp enough.

At this moment, another guest knocked on the door of the Stark family. Durin knew the visitor - it was Bishop Elu Aye, who established a faster and more efficient communication channel between Durin and Anta.

He took a carving knife and handed it to Du Lin very solemnly.

"My Lord said you must need this carving knife, so I came here to deliver it on his behalf. I am also here to watch the ceremony and witness the legend."

Du Lin nodded, took the carving knife with both hands, lowered his head and squinted his eyes.

Anonymous carving knife
Legendary carving knife/dagger
Sharpness

Armor-breaking
Art is the process of life using its years to write poetry about the years.

Du Lin picked up the carving knife, and in an instant, it seemed as if infinite power surged into his heart. He smiled and began to draw the life and death of the sage on the axe blade.

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Time passed by minute by minute, and the whole studio was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. In the eyes of Elu Ayer, the child Dulin was like an experienced artist. What he painted and engraved was so sacred that when it was almost completed, he even felt a hint of divinity peeking into this small studio.

One is the Lord, Dulin is the grassland spirit, and all grassland spirits are under the care of the original creator.

The other was the Lord of Art and Beauty, who was watching. Du Lin was a student at the academy she founded. It was said that he had achieved good results and even scored nine points. Everyone in the Northern Kingdom knew that in the Northern National First Academy of Arts, scoring nine points was equivalent to a full score, which was an honor.

So, it's normal for her to be here.

The third one, the divinity that just appeared, if I am not mistaken, should be the dwarf's forge master... Perhaps it is because the content of this axe that is about to be completed is too attractive to the dwarves.

As he thought about this, he also thought about his junior, Anta, who had a week's vacation. She rejected all invitations from male classmates in the metropolitan area and was determined to come to Copenhagen.

What a good child! Whether it's her or him, their love is stronger than gold, which is the greatest virtue that two young people can have. It is for this reason that Elu feels that the child of the Elsh family in front of him is indeed worthy of the best daughter of the Ayer family.

As the final stroke was completed, the lights in the studio dimmed for a moment.

Then Elu Ayer observed an unexpected visitor.

No, it's two.

Elu Aye lowered his brows and saluted - it was the Dwarf Lord and Nelson Thunderhammer.

Even though he is the bishop of the original creator, facing the gods and his subordinate gods, he must be aware of being a mortal.

He immediately bowed his head and chanted the name: "Lord of the Peaks, may your kingdom always see abundance."

This made the dwarf lord smile and nod to him, the shepherd of the original creator.

There were two white-bearded dwarves, one of them stood with squinting eyes and smiling, and the other walked to Durin's side. He stretched out his hand, held the pick axe in his hand and looked at it again and again. Finally, he turned his head to look at the Stark father and son who were kneeling on one knee in front of him: "Am I... really as great as in the painting?" This was destined to have no answer. The Stark family came from the Silver Peak Clan in the Sithidni Mountains, and they had the same origin as the Thunder Hammer Family in front of them.

The white-bearded dwarf who had just asked the Stark father and son looked at Durin and said, "So, kid of the grassland elf, what do you say?"

"You are worthy of your era and the dwarf clan. You wanted to hold on to peace and didn't want the dwarves to fight over the slightest interests and end up in a bloodbath. Although you failed, it was the king who failed the dwarf clan. You were not wrong, and your children were not wrong to resist the tyrant." Durin sat in the chair, looking a little weak. He had been working for the entire afternoon, and it was already 9:40 in the evening. He had been engraving non-stop until now and was really tired.

But the child's answer was still powerful.

The old dwarf sighed deeply, stroked Durin's head lovingly, and said thank you.

Then he turned and walked to the other dwarf, bowing his head respectfully. "My Lord, I have come to ask for an axe handle for the children of House Silver Peak, and for the child who created this pickaxe with his own hands."

The smiling old dwarf nodded, and he took out a metal axe handle from thin air, then handed it to Nelson Thunderhammer. "This child's craftsmanship does not disgrace the dwarves in the slightest. Take it."

Then, he turned to look at the kneeling Stark father and son. "Descendants of the Silver Peak clan, you have served the kingdom for many years, and now, together with the children of the grassland elves, you have created a work worthy of being passed down through the ages. I hereby forgive the sins of your ancestors. From today on, you may resume your family name. Welcome back."

Stark… no, it should be the Silver Peak father and son who lowered their heads even more.

Alu Aye could see that they were shaking with excitement - the gods themselves forgave the sins of a family, which could already be called a glorious return. You know, among a thousand expelled families, it would be rare to find one that could return in this way, as most of them were submerged by the waves of the times.

Then, the dwarf lord walked slowly to Durin, stretched out his hand and patted Durin on the shoulder.

Little Du Lin was almost knocked down, but he still endured it with a smile.

"Although you are a grassland elf child, everything you did today still makes me happy." After saying this, the old dwarf took out a small hammer from his waist.

"Your strength is still too weak. Use this hammer with your carving knife and try again."

Elu was very nervous. He was afraid that the child from the Elsh family would give the wrong answer.

But Du Lin did not disappoint. He nodded and said, "Obedience is worse than respect. Please take a closer look and give me some advice."

What does it mean to be bold and careful? He is such an excellent child, worthy of being Elder Yixu's good grandson.

Thinking of this, Elu noticed that the old dwarf was looking at him, and he immediately lowered his head to show his humility.

"I see the kindness shown by the Original Creator. This child will also receive my attention. May his path become wider and wider."

After saying this, the god turned his attention to Durin who was about to adjust the pickaxe image again.

And Du Lin lived up to expectations and started his work.

Looking at this thirteen-year-old child, Elu suddenly realized why he used to think that the child of the Elsh family was indeed worthy of being the most outstanding daughter of the Ayer family.

She was clearly the best daughter in her family and a good match for the Elsh family's great grandson.

Yes, that’s it, not wrong.

(End of this chapter)