Durin's Diary

Chapter 227 War and Peace

Half an hour later, Lina grabbed Dulin's dragon tail tightly, looking at Dulin pitifully with her big eyes, and tears as big as beans rolled in her eye sockets.

What does it mean that everything is self-evident? If you don't know, you might think that Du Lin is a heartless capitalist who has just exploited all the surplus value of this little female dragon, and now he has abandoned her and forced her to hug his dragon tail tightly.

Melinda ate the ice cream quickly with a big spoon. The bastard was the most heartless person.

In the end, Durin reconciled with himself once again and returned the withheld ice cream to the little female dragon - there was no way, because the girl would probably take a deep breath in the next second, and only God knew whether it would be crying or spitting.

Lina cheered happily when she got the delicious food, kissed Du Lin hard on the face, and then started to enjoy the ice cream bucket.

"By the way, Lina, you should be able to make ice cream, right?" Du Lin asked without turning his head while drawing the draft.

"You cook deliciously," the little dragon replied as she tried to sneak attack Melinda's ice cream bucket with a spoon, but was forced back by the sawed-off shotgun in Melinda's other hand.

"I'm not your father. How can I fly across thousands of mountains and rivers to make ice cream for you?" Du Lin asked.

"It's okay, I'll come find you. We are both dragons. Whether it's through a portal or flying, we can find each other quickly." Lina was silent for a moment when she said this.

Just when Du Lin thought the girl might have realized that what she said was a little inappropriate, he saw Lina come to the other end of the table with a bucket in her arms: "How about I marry you? We are both dragons after all."

"No, can you sell yourself for such a little food?" Du Lin looked at the girl in surprise.

"You are strong, rich, and good at making delicious food. I think it's great." Lina answered with a smile, staring at Du Lin with her big eyes.

She was waiting for an answer.

Du Lin was stunned, thinking that she was worthy of being a half-blood silver dragon. With her awareness, she could really beat the girls in Du Lin's family.

"Do you agree? If so, then it's settled." Lina said again.

"No, you're too good at eating. You're going to bankrupt me." Du Lin said this deliberately.

"I can make money, okay? Anta and I recently signed a contract with some medical center. The annual supply will give us 20,000 gold shields." The girl said, gesturing: "That's a lot! We can sleep on it together!"

This is truly the way a dragon race thinks.

Daju also laughed.

Du Lin smiled and shook his head: "There is a soft bed, do you still want to sleep on gold coins?"

"At least sleep for a while, that's all gold." The girl said while looking at Du Lin: "Okay."

Is this considered courtship?

Du Lin asked Daju.

·You ask me, who should I ask? There were dragons in southern Thailand in my previous life, but do you think I am qualified to study dragons?

Well, Du Lin sighed, "Then you have to be good and sit aside and eat your ice cream. I will take you downstairs for lunch later."

The little female dragon happily sat on the bed.

After finishing the last storyboard of the morning, Du Lin changed into casual clothes and went downstairs with the two girls.

Du Lin went down late, and the restaurant's peak hour had passed, with only a few tables still occupied.

Du Lin simply took the two girls to a table near the window.

Hannibal soon appeared: "Master, you are late again today."

"Business comes first." Du Lin said, noticing the young dwarf behind him and the food cart he pushed out: "This is..."

"My youngest son doesn't have the skills of his brothers, but they can't compare to him when it comes to cooking." After saying this, old Hannibal smiled and patted his youngest son on the back: "Greetings to the young master, child."

"I'm Gant, hello, young master." The young man looked a little absent-minded. Melinda kicked Durin's slippers under the table and gestured towards a distant table. Durin looked and saw a table of dwarves. Among them was a young girl... It was hard to say, because the girl in front of him, whose arms looked as thick as Durin's waist, was difficult to categorize. After all, grassland elves and dwarves don't share the same beauty.

Fortunately, Durin was kind-hearted and took over his work with the hand of a mage. He also helped him smooth things over: "Gant, go and do what you need to do. Uncle Hannibal and I have something to discuss here."

The young man left as if he had been pardoned. His father also understood and sighed, "Master Du Lin, you are too kind."

"Kindness is a good thing for one's own people. If a young man likes someone, I must let him get what he wants, right?" Having said that, Durin poured wine for the old dwarf with the magician's hand.

Hannibal smiled awkwardly, "You have the final say."

"Of course I have the final say." Du Lin smiled and clinked glasses with the old dwarf. "Are you planning to retire?"

"No, my child wants to open his own shop, so I plan to keep him company for a while so he can learn a few tricks from me." The old dwarf said this with a hint of disappointment. "After he's had a few more years of training outside and learned how to deal with people, I'll consider handing this job over to him."

"I see your loyalty and your strength. I believe in your health and your vision." After saying that, Durin personally poured wine for the old dwarf.

The uncle drank the whole glass. After finishing, the old dwarf put down the glass and looked at Du Lin: "I really envy your grandfather. He has such an outstanding grandson like you. As for me, I have those useless little brats. I get a headache just thinking about them."

"But at least they're noisy enough that even if they go out and fight, there's someone to look after them."

"That's right, you really know how to comfort people, Master Durin." The old dwarf said, turning his head to look at his subordinate who was calling him from the kitchen window. "It seems that life is always busy. I have to go first, Master."

"Go ahead, uncle."

Lina was eating politely just now, but as soon as the person left, she grabbed a big bone with meat on it and started showing off.

Noticing Durin's gaze, the little female dragon chuckled and said, "I'll exercise after I finish eating."

What are you looking at, my patient?

Daju asked in a long tone.

I have doubts.

Huh? What are you doubting?

Because I suspect that men and women are actually two different life forms. The former store fat in the abdomen, while the latter store fat in the chest. Do you think my discovery is worthy of the annual medical award?

Daju was silent for a long time, then used a string of binary codes to complete the movement of his red lips.

·Go to hell, you amateur scientist.

Du Lin, who once again won the doctor-patient struggle, took a newspaper from the pile of newspapers on the lower level of a passing dining car.

The newspaper was called the Farol Revolutionary Herald.

Then my attention was drawn to the big news on the front page.

The head of the Primordial Creator arrived in Copenhagen today to begin mediation.

There are several subheadings below, namely:

The head of the Church of the First Creator expressed outrage at the Walter royal family's betrayal of the Northernists regarding the mutual pardon agreement between Jason Kane and Vasternia Big Toe.

The head of the Church of the Original Creator visited the conflict sites in Copenhagen and observed a moment of silence for the victims. He condemned the criminal act of the prince's private armed forces in brazenly using firearms during the conflict.

It looks like the storm is about to break. I hope your mentor can stay in Copenhagen. I heard it's very hot in the south of Sidney.

Daju sighed.

Coincidentally, Du Lin doesn't like heat either.

(End of this chapter)