Durin's Diary

Chapter 419 I Ask You Where the Mine is

Today is the last day, and Du Lin feels a little regretful because he has to report to the School of Engineering tomorrow to explain his hexapod mechanical platform.

Damn, you old guys, I sent so many drawings to you guys when I left Lublin, but you didn’t even look at them, right?

With such regret, Du Lin pushed open the door: "Okay, come in."

Then a pair of hands lifted up Du Lin as if no one was around.

Looking at the girl in front of him, Du Lin sighed: "Tanya, my girl, why are you here?"

Today, Tanya is wearing casual clothes that highlight her perfect figure.

"Grandpa said that I have reached a bottleneck and there is no point in practicing blindly. He asked me to come to your place and play for a while." Du Lin's eldest daughter said this and laughed and hugged Du Lin in her arms.

Then, naturally, she saw Du Lin's broken horn, and she felt sad again.

"I still have work to do." Du Lin patted the girl's arm, then landed on the ground and motioned the guests behind him to come in.

The witchers and nobles then followed with laughter.

Witchers don't have good eyesight, but nobles do. Many nobles are familiar with the red-haired appearance of Tanya, the only heir of the Alkin family. Even if they have never seen her, if they suddenly see a red-haired northern girl walking from the back of the team to the front unimpeded, they should know who she is.

There is no way around it. Recognizing the characteristics of the girls around Mr. Du Lin is the knowledge that all nobles who want to survive in this era need and are most eager to learn.

After all, no matter who you tease, let’s not talk about Du Lin, some girls’ fighting power is extremely high - such as Melinda.

This girl can already shoot at targets within two kilometers with just a raise of her hand and hit the target every time.

Lina, a half-silver dragon, is the chosen little female dragon with magic resistance. Her two-handed hammer is so powerful that anyone who sees her has to run away.

Anta and Yilian, one is half a step away from being a legend, and the other is at the seventh ring. If they are provoked, they will become as impatient as an old man who is about to hang himself.

Reid, this girl is in the Everburning Nest recently, but every young man who has run naked in Copenhagen in recent years is an example of social death.

The other girls might not be strong enough, but no one could withstand Durin’s flying dragon riding on their face—it was a real flying dragon.

"Tanya, why are you here?" Anta saw Tanya and greeted her happily.

Tanya happily went over and lifted Anta up high, kissed him and hugged him. The grassland elf had no resistance to this set of fatal attacks.

It took Du Lin ten minutes to prepare a set of equipment. When it came to the third customer, Du Lin was a little undecided.

Because he was a young man, but he was sitting in a wheelchair, and the person pushing him was an equally young woman.

"I don't think they are here to buy weapons." An aristocrat behind them muttered impatiently to everyone behind him.

Du Lin smiled and raised his hand to signal for silence, then stood up: "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Master Durin, we are from Everforged Fortress. My brother has a leg injury. The priests and bishops of the fortress have treated him many times, but to no avail. They say he was injured by a demonic weapon. The bishop of the church sent us to find you. He heard you were in Lublin, and he even quoted us the cost of a teleportation array."

"It's a demonic weapon!" the guests exclaimed. At this moment, there was no difference between nobles and demon hunters. These curious creatures immediately surrounded them.

"Someone come here and tell me what the concept of demonic weapons is." Du Lin asked while motioning the young man to lift the blanket covering his legs.

"Not many of us have actually seen demonic weapons, but everyone says that those injured by them are beyond medical help, even beyond divine magic," a young noble explained. "I've seen it happen to my brother. He injured his arm, and they ultimately had to amputate it, but it didn't work. He ended up rotting in bed. The doctor said he'd been injured by the demon for too long." An old demon hunter said, "Young man, if there's still time, amputate the injured leg. At least it's better than rotting in bed."

Du Lin also saw the wound.

It was a deep open cut, and the broken blood vessels had been treated. Considering that the wound was located near the knee, it was understandable that the young man was in a wheelchair.

However, this wound still made him gasp: "What kind of weapon could cause such a wound? Look, it's all glued up."

"Is there a foul smell?" Eleven asked.

Du Lin moved closer and nodded. "The wound has a foul odor. When was it injured?"

"Eight days ago, sir," the young man replied.

"Who hurt you?"

"It's the green-skinned orcs. Only these demons have demon weapons." This answer made Du Lin breathe a sigh of relief.

Du Lin stretched out his hand.

Tanya handed over a silver-infiltrated dagger.

Du Lin slid the dagger through the fireball in his palm. "I'm going to cut off all the flaking flesh around the wound, then evaluate the internal infection. If that doesn't work, I suggest amputating the entire leg and then performing a restoration surgery."

"But we have no money."

"Your Excellency recommended me to you because he believed I could help you. Likewise, I do understand part of the mechanism behind this wound. The green-skinned orcs used weapons crafted from a mysterious ore containing a substance unknown to us. The knowledge in my blood tells me this substance is bound to cause this kind of wound..." After saying this, Durin looked at the young couple and said, "Remember, burn all the clothes he wore during and after the injury. As for you, tell me his size and I'll have someone buy it for you."

Du Lin also signaled everyone to step back.

"Where are you, Mr. Durin?" the retreating witcher asked anxiously.

"Zhulong doesn't need to be afraid of this little problem." Du Lin said as he cut open the wound.

The contamination is severe, but not untreatable. Damn, it would be nice to have a functioning treatment chamber.

Daju sighed.

However, I never thought that you guys in the EU and North America would be so generous as to allow slave species like the green-skinned orcs to have such high radiation resistance. Maybe they even want to send them to the doomsday battlefield.

Maybe it's the same concept as drones. After all, they are not born by their parents, so they can die however they want. The 50-dollar brothers in the game back then couldn't use a whole magazine of 7.62 and still charge for more than ten seconds.

It sounds like hell.

Daju and Shiyi were instructing Du Lin in the surgery while complaining madly.

Du Lin no longer hid, and he cut the damaged meat while healing it at the same time. He was so skilled at multitasking that the dead meat that fell was burned by the flames before it even hit the ground.

After treating the wound, Du Lin asked Daju to scan the wound to see if there was any possibility of saving the leg.

(End of this chapter)