Durin's Diary

Chapter 155 Reward
Melinda looked at Du Lin. This peer of hers was so smooth and his way of dealing with things was beyond her years, which was refreshing to her. In the wilderness and on the snowy plains, no one had ever told Melinda how a hunter lived in the city.

Melinda also strives to live a better and freer life.

But today, Melinda saw Mr. Du Lin's performance and finally strengthened her determination.

Go to hell with you giants. I don’t owe you anything. Use your broken stone to build a tomb for your leader.

When she told Mr. Dulin her decision, he laughed happily and said, "That's right. Giants are too rigid. It's better to listen to the grassland elves. Come, follow me."

Mr. Du Lin took Melinda into the small building and opened the flap of the basement.

Melinda followed him down and saw an exquisite workshop—the walls were covered with various tools, including calipers and wrenches, and various ingots were piled in the corner. She also saw a disassembled gun on the workbench and a short sword that had not yet been reassembled with a handle.

"You are all ready." Melinda looked at Du Lin.

"Yes, when doing business with giants, the most important thing is to have records. Meteorite is like their lifeblood. My grandfather has a meteorite walking stick, passed down from our ancestors. When the giants saw it, none of them could move. It looked as if our family had stolen it. Fortunately, their royal court also has a record of it. It was given to our ancestors by the original giant king." Durin complained here, quickly put the hilt of the dagger on, and handed it over, holding it upside down. "Here, try it out and see if it works well."

Melinda took the dagger and her first impression was that the hilt had been treated with an anti-slip treatment, but when she looked at the hilt, she found that there was no covering on it.

The entire dagger, excluding the hilt, is 40 centimeters long. For Melinda, it is a little longer than the daggers she used before, but it is surprisingly easy to use.

Melinda picked out a strand of her hair and cut it off, then placed it over the blade and released her hand.

The hair fell, came into contact with the blade as she watched, and then broke into two pieces.

What a sharp blade!
"I've enchanted the sword with permanent sharpness, and I've also applied a non-slip treatment to the hilt, also using a magic technique. You hunters don't like to be ostentatious, so I've only given the blade of my dagger a matte finish, and the hilt is undecorated." Mr. Du Lin said this as he began to assemble his pistol. "By the way, the scabbards are behind you. Feel free to pick any one."

Melinda turned around and saw many dagger scabbards.

Some were ornate, while others were plain. In the end, Melinda chose a scabbard that was the same black as the hilt.

Mr. Du Lin was right. Hunters don't like to show off, and the black scabbard matched with the hilt of the same color is just right.

"I've chosen." Turning around, Melinda looked at him, seated in a tall swivel chair in front of his workbench. Mr. Dulin was truly a remarkable craftsman. The sword was a fine one, made of a material Melinda couldn't fathom. And this gun must have been her grandfather's, as it looked similar. Grandpa had given it to her uncle when he retired, and he couldn't put it down.

Now, I also have such a gun. Do I really deserve to own such a good gun? Do I really not need to pay any extra price for it?

"As for the price, I haven't thought about it yet. To be honest, I'm not short of money. As my collection, you are mine, so I'll be very happy if you can protect Elaine and yourself." After hearing Melinda's question, Mr. Du Lin, who had already completed the assembly of the gun, thought about it and gave this answer.

"I will definitely try my best." Melinda would certainly not let Mr. Du Lin down.

Such a boy really made Melinda's heart beat faster. When she followed Mr. Du Lin out of the basement, she was somewhat surprised to smell the fragrance on Mr. Du Lin again.

...Young man, you smell really good. ………………

Fisher arrived at the military shooting range in the afternoon. After a short sleep, the old man was in much better condition. As soon as he got in the car, he was taken to the No. 3 shooting range by a captain.

Then he discovered that the crime scene in front of Du Lin's house was reproduced here.

An old dwarf was standing there arguing fiercely with several of his human colleagues. The topic was, of course, that a lead bullet could not penetrate a carriage and kill the people behind it.

"Based on the bullet holes on the bodies of the deceased, they were all shot in the upper body. And based on the height at which they were standing, the bullets must have passed through the carriage! This proves that Mr. Durin has very good ammunition!" The dwarf said this, pointing to the ammunition on a table not far away. "It's even better than the military ammunition we have now from the Eastern Front's military warehouse!"

"That's impossible! No matter how talented Durin is, he's just a child! His identity as a gunsmith is most likely just a smokescreen from the Eastern Territory!" The humans refuted this: "We believe these bullets are definitely blessed!"

Fisher listened for a while, then came to Jon Walter and said, "Your Highness, I'm here."

"Now I finally understand why you sometimes look so miserable, Uncle Fisher." Jon Walter, who also had a miserable expression, looked at Fisher and asked, "How many times have you met Durin? What kind of person do you think he is?"

"Hunter." Fisher answered without hesitation.

"Hunter, why do you think his gun was able to kill the people behind the carriage?"

"Steel-core slugs, with their hard body, offer superior ballistics and armor-piercing capabilities. The thin wooden planks of an ordinary carriage offer no bulletproofing at all," Fisher said, his voice low. "I've asked many people. Master Karbin, now known as Yinfeng, once mentioned that Durin possessed extraordinary fire abilities, capable of raising furnace temperatures to incredible levels. I've also confirmed that Durin's basement workshop only has a small furnace, capable of processing only one ingot at a time. He said his bullets are mostly homemade, so I think it's very likely he made these himself."

"That's amazing. It seems that he is worthy of the title of Master Craftsman. Everyone says that he will become a God Craftsman. Do you think that's possible?" Jon said, leaning against the carriage.

"Yes, his status as a master craftsman has been confirmed by many of his students. The weapons he crafted for them were of exceptional quality, capable of piercing hair with a single blow. As for whether he's a master craftsman..." Fisher smiled. "Your Highness, Jon, my advice is to befriend him. Whether it's because of his last name, Elsh, or because he's a master craftsman, his artistic talent alone is enough for the Goddess of Art and Beauty to protect him. And as you saw today, the Bishop of the Primal Creator is here too."

"I know. That's why my drawings are very popular." Jon felt a little embarrassed when talking about this.

"If he really wants to give it to you, just accept it." Fisher then looked at the dwarf and human who were already arguing and about to fight. "Hey, Your Highness is here. Can you be more respectful? I have some bullets that Durin gave me in my car. You can take two boxes and try them out."

Fisher then watched as the ballistics experts took the entire box of ammunition from the trunk of his car like they were robbing it. There were twelve boxes in total. "You damned dwarf and those Northern thieves! I only let you take two boxes!"

So he took out his beloved pistol.

"Uncle Fisher, for the sake of nothing, don't draw your gun. Let's talk it over nicely! You just said you wanted to be more respectful!" His nephew Jon held Fisher's hand tightly.

"My father never taught me to dress well when facing these bandits!"

The furious roar of the secret police chief echoed over the shooting range.

(End of this chapter)