Durin's Diary

Chapter 135 Chapter 88.5: What a pity

Raising his body, Fisher looked at the sidewalk on his left.

Keral Walter, His Majesty's second son, was sitting on a bench by the roadside. With white hair and a pair of gray eyes, he looked at the three subordinates standing in front of him with a playful look on his face.

It's hard to find someone in this city who can make them so embarrassed.

But it doesn’t matter, after all, he is the legendary swordsman, the Blue Swordsman Spencer.

Fisher went to the alley across the street to buy a box of grilled dried fish, and then sat down next to Kelar casually.

"This is not your fault, please leave." He waved his hand. After his subordinates left as if they had been pardoned, the middle-aged man glanced at Fisher who was sitting next to him. The latter was eating the grilled fish in his hand. Seeing the young man looking at him, he smiled.

"Uncle, did you know that Spencer would protect this child? He has picked trouble with my men several times today. This is the fifth time." The middle-aged prince sighed.

"Of course, Your Highness, Kelar, most people wouldn't think of this, but it's not surprising that Lord Spencer would take action. After all, it's an indisputable fact that Mr. Dulin has a brother and sister named Corleone. I've already warned my men, but I didn't expect them to be so stubborn. Lord Spencer should have just given a warning. Twenty years ago, he would have chopped up all your men and that alley, and you wouldn't have had a chance to judge."

Fisher chewed up the remaining grilled fish. "Ever since Madam Lily's two children were born, Lord Spencer has been around them like a nanny. For over twenty years, his hands haven't been stained with blood. Now that Mr. Durling is here, I think Mr. Poole will definitely ask Spencer for some help. And Spencer, Copenhagen's best nanny, will surely enjoy it."

"If a fight really breaks out, my father definitely won't side with me." The middle-aged man said this and took a grilled fish from Fisher's food box. "Really? You're a sword master, why do you still want to be the Corleone family's butler?"

"Spencer has been a servant of the Corleone family since he was six. Robin Corleone, who has been dead for eighty years now, bought Spencer from a slave market in the South, tore up the slave contract in front of him, and took him back to Copenhagen. Do you think that if he were a different master, he would have seen the day of the Blue Sword Saint?"

"That's true, but Lord Spencer is very grateful. This master and servant are truly an extraordinary couple." The middle-aged man took a bite of the grilled fish and said, "It tastes strange, but it's delicious. No wonder everyone says that when you have free time, you come here to buy grilled fish."

"When you reach my age, you have to learn to enjoy the few days you have left. Your Highness, let me tell you, even though the food of the Chang Tang people tastes strange, it's the best food if you get the taste right. My favorite is this grilled fish; it's sweet and sour and tastes fantastic." Fisher said as he began to chew a piece of dried fish. "The guy your brother captured last time gave up a name called Pek Ggesh during the communication with the dead. I'm guessing it's a fake name."

At this point, Kelar took a small dried fish from the box and said, "We were almost tricked by the rebels. I didn't expect there would be two waiters in Copenhagen. I've already recruited the Churchill kid as my subordinate. It's a pity that the two waiters don't seem to belong to the same mentor. At least Winston doesn't know the identity of the other waiter. Uncle, do you have any idea about the other waiter?"

"If I or my people knew, your brother would have taken action long ago."

"That's right. This idiot has no idea what it means to play the long game and catch a big fish. His actions have caused the entire Copenhagen rebellion to go underground. Even the Corleone family has become much quieter."

"The Corleone family is very close to your father. If they really want to find out something, I suggest you tell His Majesty first. Otherwise, if you kill the wrong person, no one can save you, Your Highness." Fisher reminded.

"That's for sure. Count Roy of the Corleone family might still be a big shot in my father's eyes. After all, they're from the Walter Corleone clan." Having said that, Kelar spotted the slowly approaching tram. He turned to look at Fisher and said, "Uncle Fisher, where do you think Dulin is going? I've been sitting here for ages. My men said he went out with a big box, and after Spencer warned him, no one dared to follow him."

"Look, isn't he coming?" Fisher's reminder made Robert's second son turn his head.

A cute prairie elf with dragon horns and a dragon tail is getting off the tram.

"The big box is gone."

"But it's not surprising. I heard that this kid has been making weapons for the academy or people outside recently. Maybe the big box contains a finished product. I don't want to stop this kid for inspection just for a possible cold weapon. I don't want to sew up my unlucky subordinates with my own hands." Having said this, Kelar narrowed his eyes again.

Is this the Candle Dragon Vein? It is completely different from the dragon species in the Western Land. It has round and upright black dragon horns, and the long tail behind it is extremely slender compared to the dragon species in the Western Land. There is long and dense fluff at the tip of the tail.

It's like a cub of the Leone species.

The boy looked over here, then immediately walked over here with a smile.

Kelar frowned and used his eyes to drive away the Whitebeard spy who wanted to drive the child away - he didn't even look at who he was, the eleventh elder of the Eastern Elf Territory, the most powerful person in the whole territory, the nemesis of the human traffickers' family, the eldest grandson and only heir of the legendary warlock Ish Elsh. Kelar felt that he had to call him "good cousin" regardless of his status, so Whitebeard, please stop causing trouble for me.

"Mr. Fisher, how come you have time to eat grilled fish near my house today?" The little guy came over, his big blue eyes looking at the middle-aged and elderly duo in front of him curiously.

"You are accompanying His Royal Highness the Prince. You can call him Kelar. But having said that, this grilled fish is pretty good. Would you like some? The boss said he learned from Master Chang Tang." Fisher smiled and raised the box in his hand.

"These days, saying that you have a Master Chang Tang has almost become a swindler's catchphrase." Although he said that, Du Lin still picked up a small dried fish and tasted it: "It's okay, it tastes sweet and sour. This Master Chang Tang makes me believe it a little bit." "Have you seen a Chang Tang person, Du Lin?" For some reason, Kelar asked curiously.

"I've seen him. Before I came to Copenhagen, there was a guy named Chang Tang from Lublin. He had a cart and he made really delicious noodles and barbecue."

"No wonder I couldn't find this guy. It turns out he left Copenhagen. I wanted to find him and have another bowl of noodles with him. His Majesty Robert thought so too." Fisher felt a little regretful when he mentioned this.

"There's nothing we can do about it. I heard him say he's going back to Yongzhu Fortress and will go home when the Changtang fleet arrives." At this point, the child Du Lin took out his pocket watch from his watch pocket: "Ah, it's getting late, I have to go home. Goodbye, Mr. Fisher, Kelar..."

"Call me cousin." Kelar nodded with a smile.

"Cousin Kelar, I'm leaving first." The child was so happy that his eyes narrowed into slits.

After he walked away, Fisher sighed, "Look at this kid, he's flawless, always smiling. I just checked him, and his Candle Dragon Vein is already at level four. He looks ready to advance again, to level six. Do we really have such talented people in Copenhagen?"

Speaking of this, Fisher was really curious.

Everyone says that warlocks can be promoted even without doing anything. Although Durin is a Zhulong, a fantasy species, from a biological point of view, the child's Zhulong bloodline should not be complete - could it be that the child completed the bloodline purification after awakening, or is the ability of the grassland elves to purify bloodline real?
"Is this Grandpa Ish's great grandson? It's too soon. I remember he was a Five Rings Warlock just two weeks ago. Luckily his last name isn't Corleone." Robert's second son said with a playful smile, "Don't you agree, Uncle Fisher?"

"Nonsense! People who went to Lublin to inquire said this kid was driven out of Lublin, but now he seems to be thriving even more than an old fish like me. He's got a lot of skills. A while ago, half the Circle of Truth came all the way to Copenhagen to meet him and gave him a lot of benefits afterwards. Two days ago, the 50th most wanted bastard in Eastern Elf Territory was shot to death in Gaye Castle with the same bullet that killed Damani Wilp. The holy flames burned all over Gaye Castle. Anyway, I don't dare to touch this kid. Your Highness, will you try?"

"I don't want to die of stupidity. That's too ugly a way to die." Having said that, Kelar turned to look at Fisher: "By the way, you mentioned that bullet..." "Don't even think about it. Let me put it bluntly. There are eleven Legendaries in the Ring of Truth. If we open a portal, they will all come through. No one can catch them all."

"No, I think this kind of bullet has been made by masters before. How could this kid Durin accomplish this? Is he particularly pious?" Kelar answered in confusion.

"Well, let's not even talk about you and me. The intelligence agencies in the human world are all having a headache. They all know it was that kid Durin who did it. They also know that Durin has two divine tools bestowed by the gods. No one who is smart enough to manage his body dares to touch him. Now the unlucky ones on the Elf Territory's wanted list are either seeking ways to atone for their sins or boarding ships to the colony, fearing that it will be their turn next month. If this bullet comes, they will be completely destroyed. No one can save you." After speaking in one breath, Fisher sighed, "Why is this kid thinking about making movies? If he had devoted himself to craftsmanship, he would have been a master craftsman before he was thirty."

"Don't scare me, you thirty-year-old master craftsman." Kelar was a little surprised.

"Let me tell you this. News has spread from the Mage Tower that in Dongtu Changtang, the Candle Dragon Vein is the most powerful person in the Palace Heavenly Master. He's in charge of rituals, controls celestial phenomena, and can summon dragons. He's a divine craftsman. In other words, he's a sorcerer with a druid's watch, and he can summon dragons for free."

"Master craftsman...what does this mean? Does it have anything to do with craftsmen?" Kelar had no idea about Changtang language, but he learned the pronunciation quickly.

"A divine craftsman is a divine craftsman. In the stories of the Chang Tang people, every divine weapon was made by a divine craftsman. The only person who can make divine weapons without being a divine craftsman is the son of Zhulong. So do you understand the horror of the Fantasy Seed?"

"Fortunately, times have changed. Now everyone uses guns and cannons." Kelar said this with some lingering fear.

Fisher smiled at this.

Do you think Master Craftsman is just a title?
Not really, you silly son of the king, how do you think times have changed? The first muzzle-loading musket came out one hundred and seventy-five years ago. At that time, the range of a musket was anything but random beyond thirty meters. There is a saying that it is more important to catch the target well than to shoot accurately, which is exactly the truth.

Then why did the musket evolve into what it is today over the past 175 years?

They are all the result of clever craftsmen improving tools and conceiving equipment step by step, and making improvements bit by bit.

And every master craftsman among the craftsmen is a trend-setter of the times. They learn all knowledge, then draw inferences from one instance to another, and use knowledge to lead the changes of the times.

This is a master craftsman.

It’s a pity that you don’t understand.

You have been dancing with power for too long since birth, and you seem to know everything, but in fact you know nothing.

(End of this chapter)