Durin's Diary

Chapter 44 Death
Forget it, it’s an adult matter, why should children care so much about it?

My old Ish is a Doragon. Isn't it normal for a mixed-race person like him to travel around the world with a bat and save the earth with love?

Dulin soon let it go for a simple reason. His wife cooked for him and made the most famous pancakes in Lublin, filled with ham, honey and meat floss. Dulin even missed Anta a little bit - she missed her smile and her hug.

Definitely not thinking about her meatloaf.

After thanking the lady for her hospitality, Du Lin insisted on paying for the room, which made the old lady smile even more. She personally took Du Lin to the top floor - after all, there was actually an elevator here, although it was a little slow, but at least it was real.

Isn't human mechanics not completely useless?

According to his wife, there were eleven suites on the top floor, so as soon as Du Lin opened the elevator door, he saw other guests.

The guests were a family, a man, a woman, and three children. The woman was holding a baby in her arms, and the man was holding a little girl in his arms. The boy, who was a walking bipedal terrifying upright ape, could not walk when he saw Kal'tsit, and reached out to grab Kal'tsit's ears.

Kal'tsit gracefully avoided the grab and trotted to the other side of Durin.

The child looked up and saw Du Lin: "Are you selling your cat?"

They were speaking the common language, which Du Lin had learned and understood, so he shook his head.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mage, my child is still young." The child's father was sharp-eyed and he reached out and took away his unfortunate child.

He must have seen the wand in the bag around Durin's waist, and also saw Durin's physical features. Normal people would not want to offend a spellcaster under normal circumstances.

Du Lin didn't take it seriously—the unfortunate child wasn't even a fraction of his age. "It's nothing, Mr. Human, but you still need to educate your child. Not every spellcaster is so tolerant."

The man and the woman quickly agreed.

"This is Duke Ish of Lublin's grandson, Durin Ish." Mrs. Irene stepped forward and first introduced Durin to the guest family. Then she introduced Durin's entire family: "Lord Tommy Irwin, the eldest son of Count Regen Irwin, his wife, and their three lovely children."

Du Lin smiled and nodded.

"So you are the famous Silver Dragon Blood Family. Thank you very much for your tolerance. My child is too ignorant." Mrs. Alvin, who had been frowning just now, now smiled like a flower.

"Children always go through this stage. I understand, so of course I'm not angry." Du Lin smiled.

After saying goodbye, the Irvings went downstairs, and Dulin followed Mrs. Irene to his room.

"Children are not very sensible, especially human children. They are more curious than cats, but their lives are not even one-ninth as good as a cat's. It's really distressing." Mrs. Irene smiled as she stood in front of the door she opened. "Your room, child, here is the key."

Taking the key, Du Lin expressed his sincere gratitude: "Thank you, ma'am."

"Don't thank me, just have a good rest. I'll ask the children to bring dinner up." The lady said and left.

Durin untied the rope for Kal'tsit, and the little guy happily ran to the fire and lay down on the mat. It can be seen that Mrs. Irene had indeed known that Durin was coming, so she had already lit the fire and even prepared the pet mat and bird stand.

When Durin came to the balcony, he found that the glass door even had two handles. The upper one was large, suitable for humans and big people; the lower one was small, suitable for small people like grassland elves and halflings.

Open the door and stand in front of the balcony. From here you can look directly at the harbor, truly standing high and seeing far.

"If I were a poet, I should say something at this moment." Du Lin muttered to himself and laughed twice - two lifetimes combined can't even make a drop of sweat under the soil, and you are still a poet, don't embarrass yourself, Du Lin.

Turning around and preparing to leave, Du Lin heard gunshots coming from the street below.

He hid himself first, and when the gunfire stopped, Du Lin took out his mirror from his pocket, poked it through the gap between the guardrails and looked at the street. He saw the victim, but apart from the sound of speeding cars, he did not see the murderer. After thinking for a while, Du Lin put away the mirror, stood up, and whistled.

Kal'tsit bit the rope on the ground and came to Durin. Hemer, who had already landed on the bird stand, landed on Durin's arm.

Homer, have you gained weight again?

But forget it, let’s go downstairs and watch the fun.

………………

The deceased, Lord Tommy Irvine, and his family were known to Durin. They were shot at close range with a revolver. The murderer used a large caliber 10mm, so the scene was horrific.

The incident in Lübeck was naturally not under the jurisdiction of the Sulem Forest Farm. The police department of the Northern Kingdom was in charge here. Soon the police came over and set up a cordon. The young and old men who were watching the excitement were also unlucky. They were caught one by one and questioned by the police who could not find the murderer.

Du Lin had a complete alibi. He had just gone upstairs before the incident and just come downstairs after the incident. There were at least thirty witnesses to prove that he was not the murderer - and it was impossible for a grassland elf to drive a human car and fire at the deceased with at least five revolvers at the same time.

But the old man in the black leather jacket was still a little curious about Dulin's identity as a gunsmith. He invited Dulin to sit in the rest area nearby and personally gave him a glass of milk with a lot of honey and sugar. "I'm Fisher Gregory, from the Royal Secret Police."

Du Lin was stunned: "A lord is dead, do we need to mobilize you?"

Mr. Fisher was also stunned: "Why not."

Of course, Du Lin was prepared for this question. He took out a book and said, "I bought it on the train. It says that you secret police don't care about ordinary things."

"A Glimpse into the Northern Kingdom's Political Ecosystem... This kind of book hasn't been published yet. Everyone in the Textual Research Section is really just sitting there doing nothing." The old man finished his words with a somewhat helpless smile. "Well, this is indeed an unusual matter. The Lord has another identity. He's supposed to be here on vacation, but now he's become a problem for us. Normally, no one should know he's here, but why do the murderers know?"

"Is it okay for you to say this to my face, Mr. Fisher?" Du Lin was a little curious. What kind of unknown identity did Lord Alvin have? How could he die here? To be honest, Du Lin was really curious.

"The person is dead, so what's there to be ashamed of? Besides, you're a child of the Elsh family from Lublin, so we don't have to worry about you being a bad person." The old man replied, then returned the gun license and craftsman certificate that Durin had given him. "This land is surprisingly small. Welcome to the Northern Kingdom."

"The human world is really thrilling. In Sidney in the south, I saw people robbing an armored car. Here in your country, I saw a whole family being killed in the street." Having said that, Du Lin took a sip of milk... It was an artificial product with added ingredients, but considering that it contained so much sugar and honey, forget it.

Thinking of this, Du Lin raised his head and looked at the old man: "Let me tell you, none of the human movies I've seen have such exciting plots."

The white-haired old man smiled and looked at the report in his hand. He asked, "Your ship is supposed to leave tomorrow. You stayed at a hotel today and happened to run into Lord Tommy Irvine and his family... It doesn't look like this is your first time seeing a dead person."

"Last winter, Lublin killed a group of human traffickers disguised as merchants. Their bodies were hung on racks for several miles. Some of them were even more miserable than the lord and his youngest son. I'm really used to it." Du Lin introduced it to avoid being regarded as a pervert.

"Oh, yes, I'd have forgotten if you hadn't mentioned it. But then again, it's true that it's better to kill off a few human traffickers to be at peace." Mr. Fisher smiled. "Speaking of which, these large-caliber revolvers originated from the Grassland Elf Territory. Son, you're a gunsmith, do you have any idea?"

"Yes, I know. After all, everyone uses it to shoot Lublin boars. It uses 10mm steel core copper cap bullets, which have excellent penetration and stopping power. If it is replaced with new steel core armor-piercing bullets, the penetration can be even higher. It can even penetrate the wild boar's forehead and come out from its butt, making a fist-sized hole." Du Lin replied expressionlessly.

Nonsense, this gun and these bullets are the ones I drew. How could I not know that? This gun is currently equipped by policemen all over the streets of Lublin. It uses a quick-loading wheel and reloads smoothly. Strong and muscular guys like the high-hoofed bull-horned guy in the police department even use the 20mm caliber hand cannon version.

As for the giants, they were even more terrifying - whether he was afraid of the 30mm one or not, Du Lin was really afraid of it. These giants would even load shrapnel in the second shot and shoot in through the window. There would be no chance of finding anything alive in the entire room.

So the old man asked Du Lin if he had any clue. I said, "Yes, I have. What happened to the drawing I drew?"

"That's okay, Mr. Du Lin, you can leave freely." Raising his eyebrows, the old man smiled and turned to leave.

(End of this chapter)