Durin's Diary

Chapter 159 Mercy
The food culture of the Chang Tang people inevitably invaded the Western Continent.

Although there will certainly be some adjustments in taste, for example, northerners love salt, the stir-fried diced chicken for each person at lunch is delicious and fragrant, and it has that right taste. After taking a bite, Du Lin felt that his whole body, including the water in his cells, was being slaughtered by salt.

Does your chef use a jar to add salt? It’s very salty, but it tastes really good.

It’s a pity that this dish should be served with rice. When you eat the diced chicken, you can also eat the rice. The aroma of the diced chicken, the animal fat, and the rice remind Du Lin of the good old days.

It’s a pity that you shouldn’t think too much in the Western Continent and just show off as much as you can.

After lunch, Du Lin took Anta and said he wanted to go back. Mr. Karl Malone, who was still recovering from his back injury, could only bid farewell to Du Lin on the hospital bed.

As soon as they left the Mage Tower, Anta couldn't help but sigh, "Finally, I'm leaving. People in the north are really welcoming, but sometimes too welcoming."

"Look, you've already reached the edge of the seventh ring, so of course everyone is enthusiastic." Du Lin smiled and reached out to scratch Anta's little nose.

Anta snorted and pinched Du Lin's waist with her small hands: "You are the one. I haven't even reached the seventh ring yet, why do you want the sixth ring?"

"Maybe I feel much better after leaving Lublin, but I still feel a little regretful, after all, you are not around." Du Lin said this without changing his expression or heartbeat, and he played the role of a man who lies in broad daylight to the fullest.

Logically speaking, such nonsense would not fool Anta, but the girl stopped pinching Du Lin and put her hands on Du Lin's arms: "Now that you put it that way, I believe you. I'm still not strong enough, but believe me, I will come to you by the beginning of next spring at the latest."

"I believe you." Du Lin smiled and reached out to stroke Anta's little head.

Then three big dogs appeared in front of Durin and Anta.

It wasn't a dog, but a Ganymede. The three young men surrounded him with malicious looks on their faces. One of them squatted down and pulled at his burnt yellow hair: "Little brother, you look well dressed. If you have money, please lend us some. We..."

He paused his speech because Dulin and Anta simultaneously drew their pistols from their waists.

"Kneel down." Du Lin commanded with a smile - in order to show that the thing in his hand was real and not a toy, Du Lin poked the squatting boy in the face, leaving a gun mark on the young man's face.

At the same time, the reload was completed - a bullet was ejected from the ejection port and fell to the ground.

The three Ganai species knelt on the ground and trembled in unison.

"I heard that you are short of money." Anta put the gun on his waist with one hand and took out the wallet from Dulin's pocket with the other hand.

Du Lin pulled out three ten-pound notes and said, "You want to borrow money from me?"

"No, no more." Facing the black muzzle of the gun, the three Ganai cubs trembled as if they had typhoid fever.

Du Lin gave one to each person: "What are you talking about recently? Are you not having enough to eat?"

The three young men holding the money trembled and dared not speak. Du Lin sighed, took out another five-pound note from his wallet, and handed it to the young man with the gun mark on his face. "You think we're easy to get, don't you?"

The young man took the money tremblingly and nodded.

"Have you ever thought about what would happen to you if we were children of the nobility?" Du Lin said, then slapped the young man across the face with his bare hand. "You have parents, brothers, and sisters, too! Are you crazy? Don't you know what the consequences are of offending the nobility in this land? Tell me, what's going on?"

Scared enough, Du Lin began to ask why. His voice was not loud, but one of the younger boys had already started crying.

The yellow-haired man with marks on his face looked at Du Lin. His trembling body gradually stopped shaking. "Spring came late this year. The master sold all my sisters. My father and mother were either beaten to death or hanged at the village entrance because they opposed the master. So everyone in the village fled. I brought my two brothers to the city to find a meal... We haven't eaten in two days..."

"I'm not lying." Anta sighed softly.

This statement of not lying completely threw Du Lin off guard. After a long silence, he slapped the young man in the face again: "The police are watching. I won't hit you now, but when I leave, their batons will beat you and your brothers to death."

After saying that, Du Lin slapped the boy again: "Why don't you go find a job!"

"We are unfamiliar with the place, and even the port dock doesn't want us to carry bags." The young man finally cried because he saw the police slowly walking towards Du Lin.

"Young sir, is there anything we can help you with?" The young police officer who stopped the elderly Du Lin in the square that night smiled and raised his hat.

"It's nothing, just a few ignorant Ganai species. I have already taught them a lesson on behalf of their owner." After saying that, Du Lin slapped the young man again.

The young policeman looked at the young Ganezon's face, confirmed that he was indeed covered in dark purple, and nodded. "The mud brats that have come into the city recently are ignorant. Young gentlemen like you should be more careful and don't let these bastards hurt you. They can't afford to pay compensation even if they die."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand: "Mr. Du Lin, am I right?"

"You are absolutely right. These mud brats won't cry until they see the coffin. They must be taught a lesson." Du Lin smiled and stretched out his hand.

With ten gold pounds rolled in his palm, Du Lin smiled. The police officers understood what he meant, and thus the cooperation between the police and the public turned a new page.

After sending the police away, Du Lin raised his gun and said, "Come with me. I'll find you a job."

"Where can you introduce these jobs to them?" Anta was puzzled.

"There's plenty of work over at Higgins's place." Du Lin said, and gestured for the three boys to walk in front of them.

He watched over the place, sold tobacco, didn't steal or rob, and supported himself. In any case, it was better than starving to death under the bridge.

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"No, boss, does the girl next to Dulin have a gun license?" Seeing Dulin leading his girlfriend and driving the three Gannets away, the dwarf big toe put down the telescope in his hand and looked at his boss who was sitting behind him eating grilled fish.

"What's wrong with not having a gun license? Believe it or not, if you catch her, before you even take her to the police station, her gun license will appear on my desk, scented with ink, bearing the personal seal of our Majesty, and the mud seals of the eleven Supreme Legends of the Grassland Elf Leader." Fisher sighed. "No, I asked you to be Du Lin's bodyguard, not to question me about whether Du Lin's girlfriend has a gun license."

"I'm doing this for the sake of public order in Copenhagen," the dwarf said, slapping his thigh again. "By the way, Mr. Durling is so kind and generous. Why don't we send undercover agents next time and have them cause trouble for Mr. Durling? That way, we can easily go undercover in the Higgins gang."

"Are you Sharomon? Didn't you notice that when Durin was asking questions, his girlfriend was already casting a spell to detect lies? This girl is also the favored one of the original creator. You sent the undercover to cause trouble. Believe it or not, the young master will kill them all and then ask us to go out and clean up the mess." The elf Zaliang sitting next to Fisher scolded with a smile.

"Fuck, don't look at me like a moron! Dwarfs have dignity too!" Looking at his boss and miscellaneous grains who collapsed on the sofa from laughing, Big Toe let out a shrill war cry.

(End of this chapter)