Durin's Diary

Chapter 42: Comparing yourself to others always makes you angry
The dining car prepared food for the first-class passengers, thanks to the robbers who were not so cruel as to take away the food. And to comfort the heartbroken passengers, all of this was free of charge.

Durin received a special steak set meal, which included not only tender and juicy steak, but also the elves' favorite juice and fruit salad.

Because he was alone, the dining car prepared a small table for two for Dulin, and specially gave him an extra plate of grilled oysters, which is said to be the favorite of the gentlemen on the seaside. The person in charge of the dining car heard that Dulin came from an inland area like Lublin, so he specially prepared one for him.

Well, Durin had no complaints about the size of the dining table, but he was somewhat surprised when he was halfway through his meal when he found a female dwarf in a black Sulem Forest Farm uniform coming in front of him.

"Melissa Big Toe, Chief Inspector of Sulem Forest, I'm sorry to disturb your meal, young master of the Corleone family." After the lady said this, she stood there motionless.

Of course, Du Lin couldn't play dumb. The inspector in front of him threw her face to the ground, so he had to pick it up, pat it and blow away the dust: "Inspector Melissa, good afternoon. Please take a seat. There's an empty seat opposite me."

As for the little master of the Corleone family she mentioned, if I remember correctly, Dulin's human father's surname was Corleone.

The troubles caused by mixed-race children are neither big nor small.

And you, the chief inspector, are also quite interesting. Who am I... I am a cute grassland elf and I can call anyone ugly when I see them. How dare you say that I am a human being? Am I as ugly as humans, you dwarf with hairy insteps and upturned nostrils!

"I heard from my subordinates that you don't seem to feel much bad about your stolen funds." The lady picked a good topic as soon as she sat down.

Du Lin nodded as he cut the veal with his knife. "Yes, because I feel that no matter how much I'm heartbroken, it won't help."

"Why do you think so?" Mrs. Melissa seemed very curious.

Du Lin pointed the fork in his other hand behind her. Mrs. Melissa turned her head and naturally saw the lady who was still crying loudly.

"A lot was robbed from their house, although not as much as from me, but it's still too ugly for her to cry like this. She's a countess after all."

Although the language was Grassland Elf, Durin didn't think it would cause any confusion. He picked up a small piece of meat with a fork, put it in his mouth, chewed it, and then swallowed it. "As for me, you should know how much dividends I get from the Craftsmen's Guild every year. My grandfather dotes on me, and I have ways to earn more money myself. Five hundred gold pounds is not so much a robbery as it is a purchase of peace in that chaotic situation. After all, the dwarf's gun is so big, and I am so thin, not to mention he has many helpers."

"That's an interesting thing to say. For a moment, I felt like you weren't a child anymore." Mrs. Melissa sighed with a smile. As she spoke, she took out her cigarette case and asked, "Do you mind?"

"I mind. I don't like smoking, and I don't like the smoke that has rolled in other people's lungs. If possible, you can try my mint herbal candy. It contains no tobacco and the carefully selected herbal juice can heal a wounded throat." Du Lin took out a box of candy from his pocket and put it on the table.

"Did you make this too?" Mrs. Melissa raised her eyebrows.

"My grandfather, Lublin's woodland druids and I hold shares in three parties. I hold 20% of the shares. The old smokers who have tasted them all say they are good, and they are selling like hot cakes among the dwarves." Durin only came up with the idea for this kind of candy. His grandfather provided the factory and workers, and the druids provided the herbs.

All three parties were very satisfied - because Durin had a new source of pocket money, Old Ish had a new source of income growth, and the druid found a market for their piles of herbs. That was why the druid was willing to give Durin a break on the issue of Kal'tsit and gave Durin a detailed introduction to druid techniques.

Moreover, this kind of candy can indeed heal the lungs of old smokers that are damaged by adding various materials to tobacco. The Chamber of Commerce of the Grassland Elves is now spreading this candy to various human countries, and I believe that many people will need it.

Of course, the biggest users are still the dwarves. Dwarves like cigarettes and alcohol, and work in mines, so they are exactly the people who need these things.

It's the kind of game where everyone wins.

"It seems that you do have the capital to say so, then I have no problem." Mrs. Melissa said, opened the lid, picked up a candy and put it in her mouth.

"How about having dinner here? Although the ingredients are thawed, they are still delicious." Seeing the lady stand up, Du Lin extended an invitation.

"No, young sir, I'm already exhausted from what happened here today." Mrs. Melissa smiled and took the candy box from the table: "It belongs to me."

"It's yours." Du Lin smiled and watched her leave, then began to prepare to taste the grilled oysters. The silver box and the candy could be bought for half a Sidney gold pound. If this little money could make the inspector happy, Du Lin could give ten to all the inspectors in the Sidney Union's Sulem Forest.

It's just cooperation between the police and the public. Don't think too much. I, Du Lin, will definitely be the best person in the eyes of the detectives.

Such as fake replacement.

………………

Crafty little thing.

This was Mrs. Melissa's only thought as she walked out of the dining car.

Although he said so much, few of his words were honest. However, he said one thing very honestly - it would be better to say that the five hundred gold pounds were bought with peace in that chaotic situation rather than being robbed.

He was a sorcerer and probably had good marksmanship, but he also knew he couldn't do it alone, so he paid. The Gaoqiu bandits also understood this, and since they could get the money, they decided not to cause trouble. They had committed many crimes, and later analysis showed that these guys were also seeking money.

They never kill people on their own initiative. The ones who are killed are those who resist too much - according to subsequent analysis, all the dead died because of drawing their guns.

Moreover, it is a fact that the heir to the Duke who owns real estate and an army is too tough. These bastards in Gaoqiu are doing things for money, and they don't want to kill people. After all, it is not fun to be hunted around the world by the legendary silver dragon dragon vein sorcerer of the victim's family.

Overall, Mrs. Melissa felt that Du Lin did nothing wrong. You see, a thirteen-year-old child did not panic when facing vicious bandits, but saved himself by giving up his property.

She even thought that if this child had a bright future - at the age of thirteen, he would understand that money is something outside of the body, and only with life can he make more money.

What a wonderful child.

With this view, Mrs. Melissa looked at the inspector of the second team who was driving back in a motor vehicle. His face looked unhappy, so the pursuit was ultimately in vain, right?

"Ma'am." He walked over with anxiety and apology on his face.

"No need to say, when I saw your face, I knew there was no good news. Forget it, it's not your problem." Mrs. Melissa suddenly thought of the child named Dulin. She saw all the advantages of a good child in him, which made her feel rare sympathy for these not-so-outstanding subordinates. After all, not everyone created by God can live so well on their own life path.

But the middle-aged man did not leave. Instead, he took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a guilty conscience: "Mrs. Melissa, we..."

This made Melissa alert: "Were you ambushed by those bandits?"

"No, it's not," he replied.

"Then why are you hesitating? Hurry up and tell me." Mrs. Melissa tried to raise her head.

"When we came back, we drove another motor vehicle into a ditch and it broke down." His hands began to shake.

"Hasn't the driver been trained in the Grassland Elves' motor vehicle factory?" Mrs. Melissa felt like the sky was falling. This new type of motor vehicle cost a full 13,000 Sidney gold pounds, a sum that these guys could never earn in their entire lives under normal circumstances!
"Of course, but the way back was difficult. I didn't turn the steering wheel enough when I turned the corner, and I fell into a ditch." His voice became smaller and smaller until it was inaudible.

"Are you Sharamon?" Mrs. Melissa roared.

How was she going to tell the director that one of the three cars the Second Department had just purchased broke down within a month.

You losers, I'll have my hair washed with the saliva of that big bull!
(End of this chapter)