Durin's Diary

Chapter 493 Full Bloom

Du Lin stayed in the training camp for another half a month.

The second batch of nine battalions were easy to train - after all, they were all war clans under the names of the major forest owners, and their physical fitness was much better than that of the unlucky guys like Pekla who were responsible for farming in the large forest circulation system.

Even rabbits like the Kuni breed have some meat... but they are a little timid.

Du Lin was also worried about these little guys.

At the beginning, Dulin prepared a mixed-race bathing pool for the boys of the Kuni race to bathe together with the big warriors like Tigers.

The intention was good, but Du Lin really didn't expect that all these guys would be carried out.

Grandma, you have fairy legs!
Durin was furious, thinking that even the grassland elves would never surrender to the Tygus race, so how could you Kuni race be so cowardly!

"Look at your sister Melinda! You are useless maggots! Cowardly wimps! Would you faint if I asked you to take a bath with the girl from Tigers?"

Du Lin on the stage had an ugly face and a ferocious expression.

The spicy rabbit heads in the audience discussed it for a while and nodded.

“They’re so big!”

“It’s really too big!”

"The arms are thicker than our waists!"

"According to the stories passed down from our ancestors, they will eat us!"

"Bullshit, they are too small. The meat of one Kuni is not enough for me to eat in one meal." Yara, the deputy commander of the military police battalion in the training camp, frowned and snorted.

Her words were heard by the Kuni kids in the audience, and the rabbits became even more excited.

Du Lin sighed and blew a whistle.

In the distance, the thin dogs that had been prepared long ago led out teams of Kuni pups.

The young Kuni people gradually stopped arguing.

"The forest owner of you good-for-nothings has long known how worthless you are! He handed all your worthless sisters to me! Your forest owner said! If anyone displeases me! I will let him and his sisters be sold to perverted humans!"

Before he could even finish his second sentence, the Kuni rabbits in the audience were already crying.

Du Lin sighed, waved his hand, and told the dogs to take the cubs away. Then he looked at the young men and took out his arcane loudspeaker: "For thousands of years, why has every generation of you Kuni people had to endure such suffering? Have you ever thought about it?"

These little bastards gradually stopped crying. They looked at Du Lin on the stage, waiting for an answer.

"It's because of your cowardice! Your fear! You humiliate your sisters! You hurt your brothers! You can't even be sold at a good price to the human traffickers! And I came here to train you! To make you into warriors!"

"Is that what you told them?" Melinda asked, looking at the Kuni kids on the training ground, who were beating each other with sticks until one of them could no longer stand. "What kind of magic did you use?"

"I also said that if they didn't work hard, I would sell their sisters to the Tygers as maids."

"Why don't you buy it yourself?" Melinda twisted Du Lin's ear angrily.

"You know shit. Being with me is a blessing. Do you think they will still fight so hard?" Du Lin was not angry, but explained the reason and facts to Melinda.

The rabbit girl was stunned, then rubbed Du Lin's ears: "Okay, I wronged you." "I also told them that to protect their sisters and brothers, they must become strong. Here, the weapons in their hands are their wives, who need to be well cared for. I also arranged a lot of physical training for them, and strive to let them get a good ranking in the military training competition in the big woods next month." Having said that, Du Lin showed the training schedule to Melinda.

The silly girl finished reading and said: "Isn't that a bit too much?"

"It's not much. For protecting his family, this is what they deserve." At this point, Du Lin took out another stack of manuscript paper: "Come, read carefully. This is my new work about a doctor and a detective."

"Wow, Du Lin, you wrote a book." Melinda exclaimed as she flipped through the pages. "Where are you planning to publish this book?"

"The Northern Kingdom's Royal Publishing House." After all, it was the place where his literary career began, how could he forget it.

"What about the Austrian-Swiss Union?" Melinda asked.

This is a good question. Du Lin smiled and said, "I have my own arrangements."

To be honest, the Austria-Switzerland region is a desert without art, a Dead Sea without literature, but it has enough aristocratic melodrama.

Hamlet is really suitable for this land.

Du Lin didn't even need to look up any history books to find at least ten similar stories.

"You don't still remember the challenge those two guys gave you, do you?" Melinda asked curiously.

"Forgiving them is one thing, defeating them is another. If I don't give them some strength, they will think I have run out of ideas." Du Lin said with a smile.

"Ah, what does 'running out of ideas' mean?" Melinda asked curiously.

"To put it simply, they don't believe I can produce such a good work, so I have to push them harder."

Melinda nodded at Du Lin's answer. "I understand. Although you are already a master of the art, I will still support you unconditionally in this matter. After all, he was the one who provoked you first. Even the most merciful hunter would not allow such an arrogant prey to exist in his sight."

Du Lin was very happy that his little rabbit had a clear distinction between love and hate. Of course, he would never ask such a stupid question as "What if I am the one who causes trouble first?"

In the afternoon, Shesher Najibin arrived as scheduled. He looked at the two manuscripts handed to him by Du Lin and was silent for a while: "You wrote four books in one month?"

"Yes, I wrote it." Du Lin replied.

"You are still angry with those two brats from Carmen's family." The old dog said as he flipped through the book.

"You're lying if you say I'm not angry. Forgiving them is the greatest kindness I can offer. I want to defeat them and make them understand that I don't make films in order to give young people like them a better tomorrow. Otherwise, I'd be writing one book a year and winning awards every year."

If someone else had said that, Shesher would have laughed himself to death - how presumptuous of himself.

But if this was said by Du Lin, and combined with what he saw himself, Shescher felt that with the abilities of the two children of the Carmen family, they would probably never be able to get down from the pillar of shame called literature in their lifetime.

why?
Because Mr. Du Lin really did not say anything wrong.

One Hundred Years of Solitude, The Count of Mont Blanc, and these two books.

Any book, no matter what year it is published, has the potential to win an award.

In comparison, the Carmen twins are just mortals who stole the grand prize in a year when there was no Lord Turin's work.

(End of this chapter)