Durin's Diary

Chapter 378 The King of War
I thought demon hunters were white-haired, bearded old men who slashed through enemies with a steel sword and a silver sword, and occasionally cast a sigil or something. I never imagined they could pull off the underwear-outerwearing stunt.

Eleven muttered as he looked at the fourteen witchers in front of Durin.

·The old man is so skinny that he looks like his bones are visible. It feels like he will run away if the wind blows. I am afraid that he will die in my shot.

Daju looked at the old man and sighed.

Du Lin was also completely confused when he saw the ugly monsters in front of him. The witchers didn't seem to believe that the so-called tearful sale with a conscience-guaranteed price offered by a master craftsman was real, so those who came were not powerful witchers.

But it doesn’t matter. Except for the oldest old man, the rest are young and inexperienced, and they are all high-quality idols who rely on their youth to make a living.

Thinking of this, Du Lin asked them to line up and state their requests one by one, and at the same time called several young craftsmen who were making armor to his side.

The first person to come over was an elf half-blood, good-looking and a standard clothes hanger.

"I want a long sword, a dagger, a silver-infiltrated rapier, a set of light leather armor with a front-covering breastplate." The young man also carefully reported his detailed equipment requirements.

Durin nodded and waved his hand. Several metal ingots flew over. In front of all the craftsmen and witchers, they split, liquefied, turned into parts, and assembled themselves.

Du Lin stood up.

First came the rapier, with which he cut a deep mark on the stone slabs of the ground.

Then came the dagger. Du Lin held it upside down and threw it. The dagger pierced directly into the stone pillar in the distance until the handle was broken.

The last one is the long sword. It is very simple, made of five steel ingots. With one strike of the sword, Durin can cut the steel into neat and uniform pieces.

The craftsmen measured the elf's body data. Durin reached out and pulled out a few pieces of tanned leather from the pile of leather goods. He cut them in no time and handed them to the craftsmen to sew them together.

Completely different from the rubbish leather armor on the young half-elf, Durin used a whole piece of winter wolf skin. The overall appearance was copied from the witcher wolf set given by Eleven. Large pieces of leather were sewn together and reinforced on the left arm guard. After Durin made the steel breastplate, he let the half-elf try it himself, and then he decisively abandoned it - because it was too heavy.

He put on the full set of armor and tried it on, very satisfied: "Sir, I can give you all my belongings, but can you please leave me some money for accommodation?"

He produced a bank draft from the Duomo Goddess for three thousand five hundred gold pounds.

"Give me three thousand and I will give you two small things." After saying that, Du Lin stretched out his hand and a silver ingot flew over. It split into two halves in the air. One half was thrown by Du Lin on the table beside him, and the other half directly turned into a long sword pendant in the air.

"One for treating moderate injuries every day, for you." Du Lin said, while showing the witcher how to use it.

It's very simple, just grab it with one hand and chant the name of the Twin Mother Goddesses.

At this time, Du Lin picked up the other half of the silver ingot and cast it into a very simple silver ring.

"This is a single-person anti-death barrier. You have five minutes after activation. Make up your mind whether to fight or escape." After saying that, Durin handed all the equipment to the young half-elf. He changed his clothes very happily, thanked Durin again and again, and then left.

"My turn, my turn." The second-in-command dwarf was now extremely impatient. He pulled five mithril ingots from his bag, placed them on the table, and looked at Durin eagerly. "Master Elsh, I want the best two-handed hammer, a one-handed hammer in the shape of a mace, a silver-infiltrated shield, a silver-infiltrated machete, and a set of chain mail."

Hammers were easy. Durin first made a few hammer heads with an iron hammer and let the dwarf choose. Once he'd chosen one, Durin added carbide—Eleven knew how to add materials, so Durin could easily make it. A two-handed mace, a one-handed hammer axe. The silver-infused shield was ultimately made of ironwood, rimmed with steel, and covered in silver-infused nails.

Finally, it was the machete. Du Lin made fifty machetes of different styles in one breath.

The old dwarf had never seen such a formation before and was dazzled for a moment.

Du Lin didn't care and looked at the third one.

This was a middle-aged man with an uncut beard. He stood cautiously in front of Du Lin and said, "Sir, I don't have much money. Can you make me a silver sword? I will definitely pay you back when I make money."

Du Lin smiled and said, "Your name is Rick Leahy. I heard from the people in the Adventurer's Guild that you often help those poor people for free, and even only charge a few baked potatoes as commission, right?"

"Yes, they're so pitiful. I can't just sit back and watch them." The middle-aged man smiled a little distressedly. "So, I haven't been able to save much money."

"You're doing a good deed, so I'll give you a reward: a silver sword, an alloy sword, a dagger, a hand crossbow, thirty crossbow bolts, a revolver, and 120 rounds of ammunition. Plus, a set of medium chain mail." At this point, Du Lin nodded approvingly. "If you feel embarrassed, then just accept it. I'll deduct a small amount for every time you help the people. Do this well, and come to me if your weapons or armor break down in the future."

After saying that, Du Lin waved his hand.

Just like the half-elf just now, a set of weapons took shape quickly. Durin took out his specially made revolver from the space, engraved the holy words on it, and then placed it on the table.

As for the armor, Eleven had prepared the blueprints early on. As soon as Du Lin started working, the metal ingots merged with each other, then split into small balls, and then turned into metal rings that began to nest with each other.

It only took ten minutes to complete a piece of chain mail.

Rick chopped a few times with his sword, but apart from the sparks from his sword, there was not a single scratch on the entire chain mail. Although the arm guards and shoulder guards were thin, he could not cause any deformation even if he chopped with all his strength.

Rick put on his new equipment, practiced a few times in the open space beside him, then took the belt prepared for him by the craftsman, put the gun into the holster, and loaded twenty bullets into the bullet hole on the belt.

He tried the crossbow again and found that it could break through the steel armor used as a target from fifty steps away. The smile on his face was real and he looked extremely happy.

Du Lin signaled that he could go.

"Thank you, Lord Durin." Rick left with a happy face.

Du Lin looked at the rest of the group and said, "I've already checked with the Adventurer's Guild about your words and deeds, and they're all good. I've already given you discounts. Of course, if you don't have enough money, I can give you a bigger discount if you swear to do more good deeds in the future. But don't try to cheat me."

The demon hunters all said they didn't have the courage.

Du Lin was very satisfied.

It seems that the elder’s death a few days ago was not in vain.

(End of this chapter)