Durin's Diary

Chapter 319 Relaxation
The young deer were brought over, and the old man came with them.

The latter is also a deer species, and Du Lin narrowed his eyes.

Old Finn.

Old Class System: Swordsman

Level: Warrior (Level 11) / Swordsman (Level 7)
Attributes:
Power: 19
Agility: 22
Constitution: 12
Intelligence: 9
Perception: 19
Charisma: 14
In the Great Wood, everyone who sees the peaceful old Finn has to say hello.

It's interesting, and can be considered a half-step legend, but the warrior profession, like a legend like Robert, has a worrying life expectancy.

Du Lin also glanced at the young man next to old Finn who hated him with his eyes drooping.

One Romansky
Old class system: Howler.

Level: Warrior (Level 5) / Howler (Level 10)

Attributes:
Power: 17
Agility: 22
Constitution: 13
Intelligence: 10
Perception: 15
Charisma: 16
Someone comes for love, Mr. Du Lin, are you ready to beat him up?

My goodness, from the big forest to here, the distance is at least several hundred kilometers. Is this young man interested in Alyssa?
As Du Lin thought about it, he was also wondering what the roarer was.

"Are you Dulin?" asked the young deer.

Durin nodded. "If you're looking for Durin Elling in Lublin, or if you're looking for Durin Corleone in Copenhagen, then I'm the one."

"I want to duel with you! You have restricted Miss Alyssa's happiness!" The young man pointed sideways at Du Lin. You know what, the deer species is indeed a clothes rack, with a very slender figure.

"Why do you say that?" Du Lin asked, and at the same time stretched out his hand to stop the soldiers from using the butt of their guns.

"How dare you pretend to be stupid!" The deer was so anxious that his hair and beard stood on end.

"If loving each other is considered foolish, then unrequited love like yours is even more ridiculous." After saying that, Du Lin stood up and said, "How do we fight? You decide."

"Duel! Real sword duel!" The boy's face turned red after hearing Du Lin's words.

"The loser has to obey the winner's orders for a month." Du Lin added.

"Okay!" The young man took it, not even noticing the trap in Du Lin's words.

·You are such a bad guy. You made me so anxious that my face turned red.

The little bastard tried to steal a woman from me. Even if he still has some dignity, he should just get beaten today.

Du Lin watched the boy take out a big sword from his space bag, smiled, stretched out his hand, took out a rapier from his own space, removed the tip of the sword in front of everyone, and then controlled the metal to forge it into a slender mace.

I think if the ancestors of southern Thailand saw you being so innovative, they would definitely pull the lid of the coffin from the grave of history and hit you a few times.

What if I use my rapier and he can't withstand my attack and gets stabbed to death?

Du Lin asked while waving his hand, "You know what, I'm quite good at it."

The old deer heard the explosion of the thin iron rod in Dulin's hand breaking the sound barrier, and looked at Dulin with a bitter face: "Master Elsh of Lublin, please save your strength, and don't beat my master to death."

"Okay." Du Lin was a man who respected the elderly and loved the young. He couldn't bear to see a little old man like Lao Lu with white hair and beard begging him like this.

As for the boy in front of him, he was in his twenties, which was the age that Du Lin disliked the most.

why?
He has the ability to pick up girls, but he has no vision to survive. He naively thinks that loving someone is enough. If a girl says a word to him, he can go through his entire life in his mind, even considering the position of his wife, children and grandchildren when he dies.

Thinking of this, Du Lin swung the thin mace in his hand, broke the giant sword directly, and then hit the young man's leg.

Do you know what 40 points of strength means? I'm where I am today thanks to both talent and hard work. The boy fell to his knees with a plop, his head covered in beads of sweat the size of soybeans, but he was a tough guy and didn't even make a sound.

This made Du Lin feel a little bit of pity in his heart: "It's not broken, but it's definitely fractured. If you force yourself to stand up and your leg limps, don't blame me."

After saying that, Du Lin signaled the medical personnel to come in.

Watching the young priest's skilled treatment, the old deer finally breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at Du Lin with an apologetic look on his face: "Young Master is coming, I can't stop him, I can't stop him."

"Stop the sweet talk. If I lose, your young master will beat me to a pulp." Du Lin waved his hand. "You can take the man back, but the loser must accept defeat. I've decided he'll stay and work with our leader cleaning the sewers for a month."

"Ah! How can this be possible!" The old deer shook his head quickly.

"If he loses, he should accept the bet and admit his defeat. Either you play with me, or you go back and tell your master that I have him in my hands and I will be home in a month." Having said that, Du Lin waved his hand, and the giant sword that was broken into two pieces turned into liquid and came in front of Du Lin. Du Lin recast the giant sword in front of hundreds of people on the scene.

"Take this sword back." After saying that, Du Lin turned around and prepared to go back.

After taking a step, he turned around and looked at the old man who picked up the giant sword: "Do you want to fight too?"

"Stand off, Finn."

A voice came from outside the circle.

Dulin turned his head and saw another old deer and Dulin's grandfather walking in from the dispersed crowd.

"You are no match for him. He held back a lot of strength when he hit Onyx, but if he hits you, I'm afraid he will lose control and kill you." After saying that, the old deer walked up to the old butler, stretched out his hand, and took the sword in his own hand.

"This sword has been in my family for so long, so long that it's even damaged. You reforged it, and I should be grateful to you, but you made my child clean the sewers for a month. I think you're torturing him a bit."

After saying this, the man raised his sword: "Keynes Romansky, please give me your guidance, young master."

He is a dog, a legend comes to fight with you.

Du Lin turned his head and looked at Old Ish.

The latter nodded: "It's okay, fight him and show your true ability."

Du Lin nodded: "If you say so, then I will show my skills."

After saying that, Du Lin raised his hand, and the papers that had been placed on the table automatically came behind Du Lin without wind. They turned into flying knives that circled behind Du Lin, and the remaining papers combined to form a light sword.

Blessings fell on Du Lin one after another.

Finally, Durin took out a bottle of potion from his pocket and poured it on the paper light sword.

"Okay, let's get started." Keynes Romansky said with a smile.

He should have recognized Du Lin's extraordinary ability, but he did not take such low-level abilities seriously.

So Du Lin moved, and with a wave of his hand, three paper flying knives nailed three holes in the giant sword. In an instant, Du Lin came to the left side of Keynes Romanski, and the paper sword he swung was like the sharpest divine weapon, cutting the giant sword in his hand into two halves.

The paper sword finally landed in front of his nose.

Du Lin dispersed the paper swords, and then stabbed the remaining paper throwing knives into the broken giant sword one by one.

He pulled a cigarette case from his pocket and tossed it directly to Old Ish. Then he turned and walked over to his workbench. "Mr. Keynes Romansky, labor is not a disaster; it is glorious. Your child will understand the hardships of life through labor. He will be back in a month, so stay tuned."

The entire camp fell into silence.

(End of this chapter)