Durin's Diary

Chapter 38 The Western Express Robbery I
As the leader, Constantine Waltz was the last one in the team to board the train. Before boarding the train, he looked thoughtfully at the window in the middle section of the compartment.

The little prairie elf who pulled back the curtains made him wary.

Everyone said the grassland elves were the darlings of the Old World. In this age of potions and sequences, they still adhered to the ancient ways of the professions, with warlocks and mages being the most elite. Furthermore, a grassland elf's age couldn't be easily discerned with the naked eye. Perhaps what Constantine had just seen was an 'elder' with a lifespan of a hundred years.

If he is a professional, he is at least at the ninth ring level, or even at the legendary level.

If he were not an elder, he or the grassland elf family behind him would definitely be very powerful, so powerful that those with ill intentions would be beaten to a pulp in front of their targets - otherwise no grassland elf family would let a child travel so far alone.

"Constantine, what's wrong?" The halfling female in the team was standing in the aisle of the carriage. She keenly noticed Constantine's abnormality.

"Minfilia, when I got on the bus, I noticed a prairie elf in the middle window of the compartment. It looked very small. Can you go and confirm it later?" Constantine asked in a low voice.

The halfling woman named Minfilia nodded and said, "I will go visit him. Little Liddy will lead me to his room. Don't worry."

Constantine withdrew his worries. He watched his team members walk into the box and handed the luggage in his hand to another human comrade: "Let's go together."

"Okay." The halfling smiled and nodded.

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Durin opened the door and looked at the young halfling woman and the middle-aged human with gray hair standing at the door. This combination was quite interesting, and it was really bold of them to come here so blatantly.

Thinking of this, Du Lin looked at the kitten, which was not small in some aspects, and was sitting there a little uncomfortably.

...It's an insider. I didn't expect that. It's quite interesting.

Thinking of this, Du Lin smiled and opened the door: "Would you like to come in and sit down, sir and madam?"

"No, young sir, I was dazzled when I got on the bus and mistook you for someone else." The young halfling woman pointed to the two badges on her chest, which hung there parallel to each other.

The other party's performance was so convincing that Du Lin had to accept it, so he smiled and nodded. "Second-level member of the Engineering Association, first-class craftsman of rare items... I see. I'm from the Ai Ersh family in Lublin. You must have mistaken me for someone else in my family."

Then Du Lin hung his gunsmith badge on his chest.

The halfling lady and his bodyguard's expressions changed.

"Lord Ish is your..." "Grandfather."

What Du Lin said was nonsense - don't be fooled by the seven golden flowers and countless grandchildren in the Elsh family. But in that huge family, there is only a hundred-year-old old man and a thirteen-year-old brat.

At this point in the conversation, the arrogance on the halfling's face disappeared. She touched her chest and saluted: "You must be Mr. Doolin Alsh, right?"

"Yes, for some reasons, I have to go to the Northern Kingdom." After saying this, Du Lin looked at the old man beside her and said, "Sir, what is your name?"

"Please call me Constantine, young sir." The human lowered his head and smiled awkwardly, "I am Madam Minfilia's bodyguard."

"Hello, Mr. Constantine," Du Lin said, looking at the kitten who had finally paid attention to him. "Dear, I'll prepare a pot of honey tea for Madam Minfilia later. I'll put it on my account."

"Yes, Mr. Du Lin." The little kitten suddenly became happy and she stood up and walked towards the dining car.

At this time, the halfling lady also chose to say goodbye: "Then we are sorry to bother you any further. I am Minfilia Lux Highhill, the son of the Wandering Highhill." "Durin Lily Elsh, also the son of the Wandering Elsh."

After shaking hands with the lady, Du Lin watched her and her bodyguard enter her carriage.

He doesn't look like an ordinary robber.

Durin sighed and sat back on the sofa - the lady came because of Durin's identity. The grassland elves, because of the two professions of wizard and warlock, are usually the pinnacle of the old mysticism. They are recognized for their fighting ability and trouble. The legendary wizard is even more hated by everyone. Anyone who sees him as an opponent will have to say it is bad luck.

That's why she wanted to come here and find out why a grassland elf appeared here.

If it is an enemy, there is a process for the enemy.

If they are not enemies, that would be even better. It is better to miss each other than to meet, and it is better not to meet each other than to miss each other.

Of course, Durin would not let the other party misjudge the situation. As the grandson of old Ish, Durin appeared here only because he was going to the Northern Kingdom. He had nothing to do with the golden carriage that had just been hung up.

In simple terms, you guys can take what's yours and leave me alone, but don't even think about taking money out of my pocket.

However, Du Lin was still a little curious. Although these guys were not ordinary robbers, it was very curious which side they belonged to. However, Du Lin would not let curiosity kill him - after the robbery, there would always be news in the newspaper.

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Constantine returned to his box and closed the car door.

The blond human companion who was assembling gun parts at the table stopped what he was doing and asked, "How is it going?"

"It's the child of the Elsh family, named Durin." Minfilia sat on the sofa. "Everything he said matches. He said he was going to the Northern Kingdom."

"Are you sure it's not official?" The blond human was still a little worried.

Constantine stepped forward. "This child has the distinctive silver hair of the Elsh family, with a tuft of curly hair on top. When he gave his full name, his middle name was his mother's. It can be confirmed that he is the son of the Duke of Ish's youngest daughter."

"Durin, come to think of it, I've seen this kid before. He's a rare warlock, an old-time profession that can grow stronger even in their sleep." The dwarf, who was loading bullets into the bridge clip, shouted in a loud voice, "If it really is him, we don't have to worry. After all, elves don't like to get involved in mortal affairs. We should be fine as long as we don't involve him."

"Really?" The blond human was a little unconvinced.

"We dwarves and elves are a bit filthy, but the grassland elves are an exception. They are small in stature, but they are our most trusted friends, especially the Elsh family. They have a very good relationship with us dwarves. A few years ago, several of our eastern underground fortresses were short of food, and it was the food sent by His Excellency Duke Elsh that solved their urgent needs." At this point, the dwarf put down his work and said, "Forget it, I know him. I'll go take a look."

"What are you going to do?" His roommates watched him walk towards the door.

"I've already mentioned this child. I saw him in old Ish's mansion. If he's a fake, I'll strangle him to death. But if he's the real thing, I wish the Duke of Ish a long life." The dwarf then looked at Constantine before opening the door. "Comrade Constantine, will you accompany me to take a look?"

"That's not necessary. After all, the child's head is not even as big as your fist. Be gentle." Constantine said with a smile.

The room was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

(End of this chapter)