Durin's Diary

Chapter 379 I'm Not Yuri

Durin arranged the remaining demon hunters one by one, and finally looked at the dwarf who was holding two machetes and couldn't make any sense of it: "I remember your last name is Yinfeng, right?"

"Yes, my lord." At this time, the dwarf had witnessed that Durin made weapons and armor as naturally and quickly as eating, drinking water and breathing. He answered cautiously.

"Then don't bother choosing. I'll give you both. I have a friend named Yinfeng." After saying that, Du Lin made two machetes with different appearances and placed them on the table. "Tell your friends, if you want good equipment, come to me."

The dwarf agreed readily, put on his chain mail, left a bill of exchange for two thousand gold pounds to Durin, and left.

Du Lin looked at the old man sitting beside him smoking a pipe and said, "How long are you going to perform?"

"Hasn't it already been this long?" the old man said with a smile. His demeanor suddenly changed, and the cloudiness in his eyes disappeared. Instead, he looked at Du Lin with a pair of bright eyes. "I think my acting was good. How did you find the problem?"

"I didn't see anything wrong at first, but you acted so convincingly that I worried for a long time that you'd die right in front of me." Durin smiled and said, "You must be the Twilight Knight who watches over the Witcher."

The Dusk Knight, a not very powerful mid-level god, looks after the poor people living on the edge of civilization. He is considered one of the few pure and good gods in the Western Land.

"I didn't want to come originally. After all, you're Durin Elsh. I don't know what you meant by hiring craftsmen and then asking witchers to give them discounts. After all, the master craftsmen I know don't give discounts. Not to mention you giving Rick a set of free equipment. I can't imagine how this kid with the noble sentiments of a paladin will wholeheartedly help those poor people in the days to come."

At this point, the Dusk Knight smiled and looked at Durin: "I heard that you made a design for the artistic woman and your twin mother goddesses. How about making one for me too?"

"No problem, I'll draw, you decide."

After saying that, Du Lin took out an easel.

"It's time to replace your shabby knight's armor. It's torn and rusty. If someone who doesn't understand you laughs at you, you'll be the cause of his blasphemy."

The god laughed heartily.

While painting, Du Lin took a moment to glance at his craftsmen and found them stunned. In their lives, a divine craftsman already required them to look up at the sky. And now a divine craftsman was discussing with a god what kind of clothes the latter should wear.

On Durin's side, among the several sets of equipment provided by Eleven, the Dusk Knight finally chose the top-level bear-style suit.

Durin made it himself, comparing every data. Although the Dusk Knight looks thin, after putting on this set of armor, he has undergone a huge change from his previous shabby appearance.

Durin began the ritual, using the water as a mirror to reflect the god's new form.

"I am very satisfied, and I hope you can continue to serve those demon hunters. The higher their survival rate, the better the lives of the poor people living on the edge of civilization will be, without being eroded by various alien species and evil spirits." Before leaving, the Dusk Knight left ten metal ingots for Durin.

Five pieces of fine gold and five pieces of mithril, much better than the crude ingots given by the dwarves.

Eleven completed the analysis.

Du Lin picked up the ingots with his hands and threw them into the smelting area.

"Come on, tell me what questions you want to ask me now." Du Lin turned his head and looked at his younger brothers.

All the craftsmen shook their heads, asking if they could be allowed to go home. Seeing Du Lin's harvest had given them a lot of inspiration, and there were already signs of a loosening of the barriers. Du Lin waved his hand and said, "You can go back to your hometown."

So in the end there was only one half-giant left. If I remember correctly, this guy should be called Pescav Jacob.

"What about you, little giant? Didn't you get any contact?"

“After watching your demonstration, I really want to touch it, but my home is not in Lublin.”

"Then let's use the workshop." After Du Lin finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and pulled, the furnace fire ignited spontaneously, the bellows began to add air, and the pieces of ore instantly turned into molten iron in the tongs.

"I... I want to make a giant sword." The young giant stood by the hearth.

"It's a good thing to have confidence. I'll take a break." After Du Lin said that, he stretched out his hand and pulled. Immediately, tree roots emerged and created a recliner for Du Lin.

Du Lin lay down and signaled the little giant to start showing his talents.

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"Why do you think our Lord of Divine Craftsmen is recruiting official craftsmen? Is he planning to let everyone complete the promotion?" In the data summary office behind the hall of the Craftsmen's Association, the employees were discussing everything that had happened before.

"I think it's risky. It's not that I think Master Craftsman Durin is incompetent, but I think those guys he found stuck on the threshold are not capable. I heard the longest one was stuck for eleven years, and that was a half-giant." A long-eared elf sighed, "If they can be stuck for so long, it must be a serious problem. I don't think Master Durin can necessarily lead them over the threshold."

"I agree with you. Their families must have helped them many times to get them through this stage. It's a shame that over the years, their families have probably given up on them." At this point, the human noticed a colleague approaching with a stack of documents. "What's going on today? There are quite a few people being promoted to skilled craftsmen."

"Yes, there are already thirteen people. Even Old White in the practice hall said it was unbelievable. He said that several guys who actually met the standards in his department were unlucky people who were stuck at the threshold of skilled craftsmen for several years." The dwarf girl who came over with the documents sighed.

Just as they were saying this, the three of them saw someone coming from the armor area with a stack of documents.

"Has anyone from your side also crossed the threshold?" they asked in unison.

The halfling girl placed the documents on the counter and nodded. "Why, do you have some in the weapons department?"

"Yes, there are thirteen on my side and how many on your side?" said the dwarf girl.

"Nine," the halfling girl replied.

"If I remember correctly, Lord Durin took away twenty-three people." The human at the counter noticed his boss hurried out of his office. "Sir, we have something to tell you!"

"Don't worry, I have something more important to do. Lord Durin just came to the VIP area. He brought Pescav Jacob with him. He said he wanted to test this kid's qualifications as a weapons master."

"Ah?" The four people inside and outside the counter said in unison, stunned.

(End of this chapter)