Durin's Diary

Chapter 118 Foreshadowing
After returning home and putting the books on the bookshelf, Du Lin went into the basement and picked up the big box that had been prepared long ago.

Back on the first floor, Du Lin looked at Xia Li. The little kitten was still reading her comic strips. In Du Lin's opinion, this was a very boring way of pastime, with a very old-fashioned sense of romance, but it was still too trendy for this era.

Even Mr. Cole and his children like it very much. It is said that Mr. Cole either fishes or watches this thing during his vacation. Even his wife likes it too.

The lack of entertainment is one of the reasons why the film industry, known as the "thigh", continues to thrive.

Du Lin walked towards the door: "Xia Li, I have something to go out for."

"Okay, young master, be careful on your journey. When will dinner be prepared?" the kitten raised its head and asked.

"Prepare as usual. Bring an extra northern sturgeon. I'll grill it for you when I get back."

"Meow, thank you, young master." Xia Li smiled happily. She stopped reading the book in her hand and started preparing the ingredients.

Looking at his kitten busying around in the kitchen area, Du Lin left home with a smile.

Xia Li never asks Du Lin where he is going. This little cat knows how to keep distance very well.

Durin got on the tram again, and this time Kal'tsit followed Durin.

There were not many people on the tram at this time, so Kal'tsit could sit comfortably in an empty seat.

A child came to pet Kal'tsit. Kal'tsit was very tolerant of children who did not pull her fur. She even stretched out her front paws for the brave child to pet.

The child laughed very happily. He called "cat" and happily stroked Kal'tsit's front paws and back.

As long as he doesn't pull the tail or the beard, he is already a good child.

Du Lin smiled until the child's father's worry turned into relief. He took off his hat and saluted Du Lin: "Hello, Mr. Grassland Elf."

Du Lin also smiled kindly: "Good afternoon, Mr. Human."

"Your lynx is really obedient. How did you train it?" The young child's father was very curious.

"I've brought you up since you were a kid." Durin smiled and gestured to Kal'tsit, who lowered her head, allowing the child to finally get what she wanted and successfully touch the big cat's head.

Before the two of them could finish their meaningless conversation, the train arrived at the next stop. The young human father had no choice but to stand up. He picked up the child who still wanted to play with Kal'tsit and said, "Sorry, we've reached our stop."

Du Lin nodded: "Have a safe journey, sir."

"Thank you, and I wish you a safe journey." The young man smiled and let his child wave goodbye.

"Thank you, sir. Goodbye, Big Cat." The child was happy, but also reluctant to leave.

Watching him get off the tram holding the child, Du Lin remembered the characteristics between father and son - gray pupils, which is really very rare. As for appearance, it is better than his previous brother-in-law. Overall, it is still within the scope of human beings. It can be regarded as a model of steady improvement.

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Half an hour later, the cover of the bell tower was pushed open, and the elderly Du Lin walked onto the platform of the bell tower carrying a long box.

This is the clock tower on the north side of the Van Linen block and on the east side of the school. In Copenhagen, such old clock towers were used as fire lookout towers in the past. Later, after hot air balloons and airships became special fire observation posts, these watchtowers were converted into clock towers.

He took the long box off his back and wrapped it with camouflage cloth. Looking at the almost indistinguishable box placed in the corner, Du Lin stuffed it into the pile of wooden boards in the corner and covered everything with the rainproof tarpaulin on the pile of wooden boards.

Then Durin changed back into the appearance of a grassland elf and began to build a signpost for the portal.

Soon, the signpost was erected. Du Lin looked to the west and saw the main building of the college clearly. The gate and the guard room were also clearly visible, and the streets were even more visible.

A very good location.

There are more bell towers waiting for Dulin to set up as markers.

Hemer had already marked the spot for Dulin. Once Dulin finished making the second rifle, he could continue. After all, this wasn't Lublin. Dulin had to come here secretly if he wanted to make a gun. Thinking of this, Dulin stretched out his hand, and Hemer landed on the back of his hand.

Looking at the city in front of him, Du Lin exclaimed: "Hemer, do you see this city?"

The eagle owl girl blinked and cooed.

"It is said that sixty years ago, war burned through this city and countless people died here, but today, this city is still full of the flavor of life..." Having said that, Du Lin let Hemer fly and then jumped from the bell tower.

The Feather Fall Scroll is much more useful than the Down Elevator.

Going downstairs, Durin completed the transformation again and took Kal'tsit out of the alley.

Let’s go home.

………………The next day, the day before the festival, the longest holiday in the Northern Kingdom arrived. When Durin woke up, it was already eight o'clock in the morning. Xia Li and Kal'tsit were gone, and Hummer was not there either. Perhaps he was still wandering outside and had not returned yet.

Du Lin got up and put on a sweater lined with a bulletproof vest and thick pants.

I found some chicken breasts from the refrigerator, put some oil on the stove, and was about to put the chicken in when Homer came back chirping.

When Du Lin asked, he found out that the girl had shown off two pigeons outside last night. Well, at least Du Lin didn't have to worry about breakfast.

Du Lin saw a Gintama driving towards him from the other side of the street.

After turning off the stove, Du Lin came to the door and saw the old man with a white beard coming out of the car: "Are you a guest of Wuyou Palace?"

Du Lin saw that there was someone else in the car, but because of the magic cover, he couldn't see the person inside clearly.

The white-bearded old man smiled and nodded: "I should have come back after the holiday, but His Majesty heard your story, so he came to see you specially..." Before he finished speaking, another Gintama drove over, and Fisher Gregory jumped out before the car stopped.

Then he got a clear view of Durin and his guest.

"Good morning, Baron Hunter, what are you doing..."

"Mr. Fisher, please."

In response to Fisher's curiosity, the white-bearded man named Hunter gestured towards the car door with a hint of amusement on his face, as if he didn't think much of the secret police chief.

When Fisher stood by the car with his head down and reported in a low voice, Du Lin thought about it and realized that it was true - these so-called orthodox nobles really looked down on Fisher, who came from the secret police, even though he was a count.

Therefore, due to differences in family background and status, the orthodox old aristocrats naturally looked down on the nouveau riche.

This is exactly in line with the words of a wise man: there is no party outside the party, and there is imperial thinking; there is no faction within the party, and there are all kinds of strange things.

By this time, Fisher had finished his report, and the people in the car finally got out.

What appeared in Du Lin's eyes was an old man with white hair but still standing upright. He was wearing a white robe and had a pair of very conspicuous gray eyes. In his left hand was a scepter that looked very old.

The white-bearded man, who had just raised his nose to the sky, had bent down at this time. He stretched out his hand to hold the old man's right hand, but was rejected.

"Hunter, I'm not too old to walk yet." After saying that, the old man walked up to Dulin. He bent down to look at Dulin's appearance, and finally sighed with satisfaction: "It's really similar. It looks exactly like Ish when she was young, just a little shorter. The horns on her head and the tail behind her are really like that girl."

Du Lin had guessed his identity by this time, so he bowed his head and saluted: "Your Majesty Robert, I am truly flattered that you can come in person."

"Don't be surprised. A child favored by the gods deserves my personal visit." The old man rubbed Du Lin's little head with a doting hand, then turned to look at Fisher: "Come on, Fisher, tell me what you want from this child."

"At four o'clock today, one of my action teams killed a rebel." Fisher hesitated to speak.

Du Lin Yile: "Are you planning to let me communicate with the dead?"

This topic cannot be considered a hellish joke, because there is indeed a technique in the profession of sorcerer to communicate with the dead, and it has a name that appeals to both the elite and the masses, called Talking with the Dead.

However, this technique belongs to the necromancy faction in the legal table, and this faction is not very legal in many places - after all, from time to time in this land, there will be evil necromancers who use local materials to pull out dead bones, or think of illegal things such as killing and sacrificing.

Of course, being beaten into a mental retard by the Orthodox Church is another matter.

"Yes, the man was killed by the secret police. Now all the spellcasters in the entire system have no way to communicate with him. We used Transfiguration, but he still refuses to acknowledge us. We've even tried the dwarfs and halflings. So, we have no choice but to turn to the grassland elves." Fisher clapped his hands at this point. "By the way, I asked your grandfather, Lord Ish, about this. He said it was a token of his love. He said it was for you to learn something new."

When Du Lin saw it, he was surprised to see that it was the real Old Ish Dragon Tooth - it could turn into a silver dragon and its teeth could regenerate after falling out. It was really amazing.

There was nothing he could do. Since his grandfather had said so, Du Lin could only put away the tooth and look at the emperor: "Your Majesty, look..."

"I'm fine. It doesn't matter if it's a day earlier or later. The most important thing this time is to come and see you. It can be considered as fulfilling my wish. Go, kid, it's good to broaden your horizons."

Since His Majesty had said so, Du Lin had nothing to say. He closed the window, left a note at the door telling Xia Li not to worry, then picked up his bag and followed Fisher past His Majesty.

Whitebeard reached out to stop Du Lin. He frowned and said, "What's in the bag? Why is the alarm in my hand going off?"

Du Lin opened the bag and showed him the Du Lin Thirteen: "Gun."

"Is this a gun?" Whitebeard Hunter was a little unsure - he had probably never seen the Durin Type 13 before, but the shell in the gap in the middle of the magazine would not lie.

But His Majesty rescued Dulin. He turned around and snapped his fingers: "Hunter, let's go and come back another day."

So Whitebeard had no choice but to follow his Majesty into the car.

　I've gone through a lot of pictures of the protagonist, but either the dragon horns are wrong, or the tail is wrong, or the cat on its knees looks like an alien facehugger... NND, I'll release Melinda's pencil-drawn portrait today...

　　
　
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