Durin's Diary

Chapter 154: We Should Join in the Celebration
While drinking coffee and looking at Mr. Fisher's face, which seemed distorted and painful because he had not dealt with physiological problems for half a month, Du Lin looked at Melinda.

The girl was looking at the gun on the table at this time. She looked up at Du Lin from time to time. Finally, she spoke: "How did Mr. Du Lin come up with this kind of gun?"

"This was originally a trench weapon for big guys. It is used to clear trenches invaded or controlled by alien species." Du Lin explained the practical use of this big guy.

"Are these military weapons provided to the Eastern Territory and the Great Wasteland?" Melinda was very curious.

"Yes, because small-caliber weapons lack the ability to kill aliens in trenches." Du Lin also explained to Melinda the reasons for developing this weapon. "The other one is an infantry version, for human soldiers to use. Depending on the type of ammunition, it can hit targets up to 200 meters away and still be lethal."

"Mr. Du Lin is truly worthy of being the Eastern Territory's premier gunsmith," Melinda exclaimed in sincere admiration. "And I get the feeling you possess a talent for combat that rivals anyone else."

"I just heard too many stories from the soldiers." Du Lin said, glancing in Fisher's direction.

With the addition of the mages, the tone of the Alvin family was no longer the same as before - they must protect Anta as a good girl in the Mage Tower, and although Du Lin is of a lower level, he is also a good boy in the eyes of the Mage Tower.

Besides, Dulin has other assistants. Look, His Excellency the Bishop of the Temple of Art and Beauty is here.

"There are so many people coming today." Elaine was no longer as frightened as before. Now she could make sharp comments without any hesitation.

"I think some people haven't come yet." Anta said this and looked at Du Lin: "But I think it's about time. If too many people come, it will be a bit of a bully."

"That's impossible. After all, this kind of thing requires everyone to participate in the event together."

Not long after he finished speaking, the ambassador arrived, and then Mrs. Salin from the academy arrived. When it was a little light, His Excellency the Bishop of the Original Creator also arrived.

At seven o'clock, even a young general from the military came.

Not to mention the Alvin family, the old ladies from other noble families were completely unable to cry at this time - after all, their children were not in the right in this matter from the beginning to the end, and Du Lin's only problem was that he did not leave any survivors.

But who would dare to try this? A dozen people with guns and machetes show up at your door in the middle of the night, and you still dare to say they're inviting you to a party? No one with any intelligence in Copenhagen would believe such a fabrication.

So in the end they could only take the body of their little boy back.

Once they leave, the families of the unfortunate ones left behind will be even more helpless.

As soon as these people left, Du Lin changed into his work clothes and warmly invited all the gentlemen who came to help him to come to his home as "guests".

As a good friend of the Mage Tower, Du Lin was not stingy. He gave the blueprint of the machine gun version of the previous alchemical weapon to Anta and asked Anta to deliver it.

This made the white-bearded old man who led the team feel a little ashamed - with so many people helping, they felt a little insignificant.

Dulin introduced the Dulin Type 13 infantry model to the young general of the military. He and the members of the Craftsmen's Guild personally watched Dulin use this gun to tear the upright target into pieces.

"Would you mind operating that trench type for us?"

"I can only use it with the help of a spell and a power glove. It was originally provided for the giants on the eastern front to use against alien monsters." Durin said, looking at the general in front of him curiously: "Your gray eyes..." "I also heard that you had trouble here today. The Marshal hoped that I could come and support you." The general said this with a smile and extended his hand: "Hello, I am Jon Walter, His Majesty's fourth son."

"Hello." Du Lin quickly touched his hands to his clothes, then stretched out his hands awkwardly: "Maybe there is still some oil, please forgive me."

"Don't be embarrassed. My brother told me all about the good things you did yesterday." He looked at the cylinder that Du Lin handed over and shook his head. "I didn't come here to get these. The Marshal told me that you are a rare gunsmith. There will be plenty of opportunities for cooperation between you and the Northern Kingdom in the future."

"No, the Marshal's asking you to come is just a small thing that adds icing on the cake for you and the military. But for me, it is a timely help." After Du Lin finished speaking, he raised the cylinder containing the drawings a little higher.

"Then I would like to thank you on behalf of the military, Mr. Durin." Jon took the blueprint happily.

The fellows from the Craftsmen's Guild looked at Dulin eagerly.

"I've sent the blueprints for both the infantry and trench variants to the Supreme Round Table. Go back and ask. The trench variant might have already been completed and tested on the front lines."

Hearing this, everyone in the Craftsmen's Association was also happy.

Next came Madam Salin and the Bishop of the Church of Art and Beauty. They both smiled at Dulin, but after the Bishop saw that Dulin had painted more than half of the bust of the goddess, he nodded seriously and said, "Thank you for your gift, Mr. Dulin."

"I should be the one to thank you. Although I am not a believer of the goddess, you and Madam Salin still came here without hesitation. I will send the bust of the goddess to the church after it is completed." Du Lin said this and personally saw the two off.

Then, Du Lin looked at the Ambassador and the Bishop of the Original Creator.

His Excellency the Bishop was a grassland elf, so he looked at Durin eagerly.

This made Du Lin very embarrassed: "I don't have any gifts to offer to the Original Creator right now, but I can swear that by June at the latest, I will make a short film for His Excellency the Original Creator. What do you think?"

The Ambassador looked at His Excellency the Bishop.

The Bishop tilted his head as if listening to something, then he laughed. "By the Lord, I hope you will not forget your oath, Herr Durin."

"No, thank you, Mr. Ambassador and Your Excellency the Bishop." Du Lin saw the two off and then looked at old Mr. Fisher who was sitting on a small stool under the tree.

It is said that this old man was busy before. He did not sleep all night and went to Du Lin on duty before dawn. He has been listening to the quarrel between the two sides until now.

"Thank you for your hard work." Du Lin came to Mr. Fisher, holding a plate with freshly baked meat patties, freshly ground coffee, and two pieces of dried fruit from the World Tree.

"I've noticed that my workload has increased 300% since I met you... But I can't take on the hard work, my future film director." Fisher sighed bitterly, accepting the small gift from Du Lin. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. If it's not enough, I have some on the stove at home, and so do the officers." Du Lin said, and as if by magic he pulled out a box of candy: "Don't smoke, sir, have some candy. Protecting your lungs is everyone's responsibility."

The old smoker in front of him finally laughed.

(End of this chapter)