Durin's Diary

Chapter 256 Encounter
Early in the weekend morning, as the cold air arrived again, Du Lin brought the girls wrapped like dumplings to Lieutenant General Kos's house.

Mrs. Kos opened the door, and as soon as she saw Du Lin, she greeted Du Lin and others warmly: "I'll go wake up my husband, you come in and sit down."

There was no need to be polite with his teacher. When Du Lin came to the hall, he saw, as expected, the small sweater that Mrs. Cos was knitting.

After a while, Lieutenant General Kos came downstairs. Seeing Du Lin and his girls, the general laughed out loud: "It seems that Mr. Du Lin and the girls are still not used to the northern weather."

Tanya didn't make the trip after all - her identity was too sensitive and it was not suitable for her to go to the North.

The other girls in Dulin were all from the south, and their only feeling about the north where the temperature could drop to zero in October was that it was like seeing a ghost.

"It was in December that water in Lublin turned into ice. It's really hard to get used to it." Du Lin said with a smile.

"Indeed, if Copenhagen wasn't my hometown, I wouldn't like such a freezing cold place. Kids, let's go."

The group traveled in large numbers, and the car was unable to fit so many people. Mr. Cos's home was close to the naval port, so he brought Du Lin and his group to the naval port and headed to the north through the fixed transmission channel here.

One in, one out.

Alyssa sneezed loudly. The little deer girl rubbed her hands while enjoying the strong wind blowing on her face like a knife. Her little face was red from the cold. "I have never seen such a doomsday scene in Savoy."

Melinda was okay, but her shivering somewhat betrayed her predicament of being too underdressed, so Du Lin had to cast a spell on her to help her tolerate the cold.

Lina was fearless. Of course, looking at her who had turned into a half-dragon, Durin could only say that dragons were really shameless.

However, this should be a military base, with soldiers everywhere. Since it was Lieutenant General Kos who led the way, no one came to question Du Lin and others.

Lieutenant General Kos took Du Lin directly to a house in the base.

The old duke was there, listening to the complaints.

This was a semi-open-air shooting range. When Du Lin went over to take a look, he saw that their rifles were so frozen that the bolts could not be pulled at all.

"Is gun oil useful?" Du Lin asked.

The complaining engineer looked at Du Lin in surprise.

"It's okay, this is Doolin Elsh, the little prodigy you mentioned."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Du Lin." The engineer wiped his hands awkwardly. "My hands are covered in gun grease. Don't shake hands."

"How can an engineer be called an engineer if his hands are not greasy?" Du Lin said, and shook hands with the dwarf with a smile.

Then he took the rifle and slowly heated it using a technique. When the bolt thawed, he skillfully used gun oil to treat the entire barrel environment and then pushed the bolt back in.

Ten minutes later, the thing froze again.

"This gun oil wouldn't have such a problem when used on the Copenhagen front line, but it's too cold here," the engineer said with an embarrassed look on his face.

Perhaps we can use arcane methods to solve it. After all, their handmade parts are not that good in terms of industrialization.

Daju's point of view is also Du Lin's point of view.

After completing the heating process again, Du Lin used a thick cloth strip on the side to tie the gun body. Ten minutes later, it was better than last time. At least it could be pulled with a little effort.

"We've discussed it, and the simplest way is to use fire, but the problem is that if the temperature is too high, the gun might break due to the sudden change from hot to cold." The dwarf engineer had no idea.

"Actually, there is another way." Du Lin said this and glanced at the girls. They understood it quite well and immediately left laughing.

"Is there anything they can't listen to?" The old prince was very curious.

"It's really embarrassing to tell them," Du Lin said, offering his answer. "You can also use urine, but that's for emergencies. It might not sound elegant, but at least the soldiers don't have to use it as a short spear." Then Du Lin pulled the bolt. "I'll try to produce some high-efficiency antifreeze, and you can try it out when the time comes. Of course, wrapping the gun with thick material to prevent the metal parts from coming into contact with the air too much is also a small solution. After all, it's so cold here."

"Good." The old duke nodded. "We need to take a multi-pronged approach. At least, as Mr. Dulin said, we can't let the soldiers use these things as short spears."

After saying that, the old man asked the old dwarf to find someone to try Durin's secret recipe, and then took Durin away from the shooting range: "My granddaughter should be awake. Come on, I'll take you to see her." Durin wanted to refuse, but he really couldn't stand the old man's dragging, and Durin didn't want to hurt his waist, so he reluctantly came to the residential area in the north of the camp.

Along the way, the old man praised his granddaughter as rare in heaven.

Du Lin didn't take it seriously at first - even with the endorsement of Tanya and Alyssa, Du Lin didn't think that a little girl could be that pretty.

It was not until the old man opened the small building that was said to be left by his third son and entered the hall that Du Lin looked at the girl sitting on the chair in front of the fire with her back to him, and finally understood why Tanya and Alyssa said so.

Astrid Alessandro...is a feral psyker.

Because when facing him, Du Lin instinctively felt the fluctuation of psychic energy.

I even heard her inner voice - who did grandpa bring to see me again?

Only true psychics can whisper psychic sounds. Those who do not have psychic talents or are not fantasy species like Durin cannot even hear them.

"Astrid, Grandpa is here. Look who he brought to see you today."

If the Chaos knew that the core parts of the transmitter they dreamed of were here, they would rush in with their whole family.

Daju sighed as he looked at the coffee cup floating in the air.

At this time, the girl finally turned around.

At this moment, the fire seemed to dim.

This was a silver-haired girl with dominant grassland elf blood. She held a thick book in her hands, her red eyes filled with confusion and puzzlement. "Hello, Mr. Dragonseed."

"Hello, I'm Doolin, Doolin Alsh."

She had beautiful long silver-white hair, also braided into a side braid. The owner of her small nose wrinkled inadvertently. Her red pupils were a unique feature of powerful psychics. "Hello, Mr. Dulin."

"My granddaughter has an unknown talent as a spellcaster. I've asked the masters at the Mage Tower to look at her, but no one can explain why." The old duke said this and looked at Du Lin proudly. "Mr. Du Lin, what do you think?"

Grandpa treats me as a commodity again. Should I refuse like I did before? But Grandpa's patience is limited. The gentleman who came today seems unexpectedly powerful.

There was regret and despair in Astrid's eyes. She closed the book, which allowed Du Lin to see the title of the book.

Detective and doctor.

Thinking of this, Du Lin tried to express his own thoughts.

I didn’t expect to see my readers here too.

Psychics have the ability to read minds. The more powerful the psychic, the stronger the inner voice they can read.

Then, he saw the girl's attention suddenly shift from the book to him - the girl suddenly raised her head and looked at Du Lin.

She read your mind, Dulin, an Alpha-class psyker, and a wild one at that. Fortunately, the warp has been closed, otherwise she would be like this...

Daju seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Du Lin is a sensible man.

With her current condition, if the subspace had not been closed by the Nameless Person, she would have become a demon chosen by some vendor.

She will be the source of unrest in this world and the most terrifying coordinate.

Fortunately, there is no subspace here.

(End of this chapter)