Durin's Diary

Chapter 60 Dreams
Before engraving, Du Lin disassembled the gun body, starting with the barrel. Because it was a numbered work, the best materials were selected. Du Lin first drew the inscription on it.

Then comes the gun body, and each part is also painted with inscriptions.

Finally, the buttstock. Looking at the mahogany stock in front of him, Du Lin turned his head to look at Lewandowski: "Where is the original black iron stock?"

"I'll look for it." Lewandowski answered awkwardly, then turned around and dove into the pile of materials in the corner of the workshop.

After a long while, Du Lin finally saw Lewandowski dig out his black iron gun butt from the pile of miscellaneous "junk".

"Do you want to engrave it?"

"Yes, this is a complete whole. This is why I wanted to make the entire gun fully metal." Du Lin took the buttstock and after confirming that it was not damaged, he drew the final inscription system on it.

Then he took out all his tools - seventeen utility knives of different sizes and blades, three bottles of original color inscription materials, a string of harvest beads of the Twin Mother Goddesses, and a string of beads of suffering wisdom of the original creator.

"Hey, why is there the original creator's Pearl of Suffering and Wisdom?" Tony was a little surprised by the Pearl of Suffering and Wisdom that appeared on the table.

"Have you really studied modern theology, brother?" The embarrassment on Lewandowski's face was enough for him to dig out a three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment with his toes.

"The Twin Mother Goddesses are the subordinate gods of the Original Creator. I will also use the Original Creator's inscription system when making inscriptions. The God is merciful and has given us grassland elves the power to protect ourselves. I should also tell the God that what I do is to transcend suffering." Du Lin's face was very pious when he said this - he couldn't help but be pious. Even though Du Lin didn't believe in gods, in this strange world where gods could personally fight, this little persistence could not change anything.

Here, acknowledging the existence of God is true materialism.

Therefore, Du Lin could only choose letters from the gods who were pleasing to him and who were in charge of human affairs.

The Twin Mother Goddesses and the Primordial Creator are both options, as for anything else, well, I can only laugh.

Tony slapped his forehead and chose to keep quiet, but Du Lin still had something to tell him: "Tony, go to the Church of the Twin Mothers and ask for some holy water for me."

"I, I don't believe it." Tony pointed at himself.

Du Lin looked at Lewandowski and saw that the embarrassment on his brother's face was enough to buy him another two-bedroom apartment. Unable to bear the thought of another brotherly conflict, Du Lin took a rosary from his wrist and said, "Take this with you. The church will believe you."

It was a string of wooden rosary beads made by Du Lin himself, with some small patterns on them that he didn't want to forget from his past life. The fang came from old Ish, a tooth that fell off when he turned into a silver dragon.

Toni wanted to say something, but the pressure from Lewandowski made him finally shut up and leave with Dulin's rosary.

Lewand walked over to the table and looked at Dulin as he began carving the inscriptions. "My brother is a little bit stupid."

I'm not saying he's stupid. The eldest brother is very protective of his younger brother, which is very common in dwarf families, but also not very common.

The former is because the dwarves maintain their family honor, so this is normal; the latter is because the Stark family, as exiles, still believes in the dwarven gods and adheres to their dwarven ideals.

This surprised Durin a little - could it be that the Stark family was planning to return to the dwarf kingdom?

It's possible, but this is someone else's family matter, and Du Lin won't ask.

The sharp carving knife in his hand moved along the drawn path. After completing the pattern on the gunstock, Tony returned, accompanied by a formally dressed bishop. He held the rosary in both hands and smiled when he saw Du Lin. "You are indeed His Excellency Ish's great grandson. Mr. Du Lin, why are you here today? If I hadn't seen the rosary, I really wouldn't have believed this young dwarf's request."

"Tony is the first good friend I met since I came to this city. His older brother had a minor problem, and I didn't think it was a big deal, so I offered to help." Having said this, Du Lin put down his knife and walked over to the old man. He first took the rosary and put it on, then reached out to hold the old man's hand, gently touching the back of the hand with his forehead. "May the Mother Goddess be merciful and lend me a helping hand, so that I can help my friend out of danger and purify my creation's pitiful soul."

"The Mother Goddess will naturally promise that friends will be helped, innocent people will be blessed, and there will be no more tragedies." The old bishop smiled and kissed Du Lin's forehead. This was the kindness of an elder and a clergyman.

After the incision was finished, Durin showed his work to the old bishop. Looking at the buttstock that Durin had finished and the inscriptions on several parts that had not yet been started, the old bishop nodded happily and praised: "It's well painted and well engraved. You are worthy of being a genius child of Lublin and the great grandson of Lord Ish." "That's the favor of the elders." The phrase "so-and-so's great grandson" is usually said by the elders in the circle of grassland elves. Under normal circumstances, it is a sincere compliment to a certain old man for having a good grandson. Of course, if a certain kid is really not a human being, then these old men will not hesitate to use this sentence to humiliate the grandfather of this little bastard to the point of feeling ashamed.

"You want holy water because you plan to use it as a base to concoct the ingredients that will ultimately illuminate the inscriptions... This is a skill of the Aye family."

"Yes, Anta is my best friend, and we often teach each other some tricks."

"Did you teach her the spell array?"

The elder seemed very curious, and Du Lin was of course willing to help him. "Some unsophisticated little tricks. Doing this can make the caster more efficient and faster. It would be even better if Anta could also learn how to shorten the spell."

"She's learned it, and now the instructors at the Mage Tower call her a genius. Many legends are trying to introduce her to their grandchildren."

Dulin didn't know what the old bishop said, but it didn't matter. Dulin believed in Anta, just as Anta believed in him: "As the ancients said, if it is destined to happen, it will happen; if it is not destined to happen, don't force it. Anta told me when we were going to the Mage Tower that she would come to me in a year. I believe she will fulfill her oath, there is no doubt about that."

"It's a good thing for young people to trust each other," the old bishop said, pinning a craftsman's badge on his chest. "Let's get to know each other once again. I'm Elu Aye. When I return to the territory to take up my position, I will pass on your trust intact to that child."

"Thank you. If possible, I'd like to write a letter to Anta after I finish my work here. Would you be willing to give it to him for me?" Du Lin asked with a smile.

There is no EMS in this world, nor is there a post office that is accessible everywhere. There are only postmen who deliver hope and despair. These postmen travel across this land. Du Lin was still wondering how to find the postman before, but now he sees that he is right in front of him.

"Of course not, child." The old bishop smiled and stood aside. "Now, I look forward to your performance."

Everyone said that elves carved inscriptions on their weapons not for beauty, but to make killing easier.

But today, Lewandowski witnessed an art performance—he stood beside the table, watching the young gentleman from the Elsh family carve the inscription on the entire gun with a technique that looked like art.

When the entire gun was assembled, he just gently chanted a prayer to the gods, and the entire gun began to emit a faint sacred white light that was visible to the naked eye.

"Perfect." Bishop Alu Aye from the Twin Mothers said with admiration. It was said that this old man never smiled, but today, Lewandowski discovered that he never seemed to be stingy with a smile, as if those rumors and reputations were all false.

"God is merciful and willing to lend a helping hand to mortals." Du Lin completed the final adjustments, loaded a bullet, and handed the gun to Lewandowski.

Lewand took the gun with a reverent attitude and walked to the target area. He raised the gun and fired a shot at the farthest target - the one hundred and twenty yards away.

The bullet hit the bull's eye and tore the target into pieces.

The gun was adjusted very well, and Du Lin was very confident about it. The 6,000 experience points added to the attribute panel did not lie - Du Lin also discovered during the production in the past few days that the better the materials and the higher the degree of completion of the work, the more experience points he would get.

"When do we set off?" Du Lin's question echoed in the workshop.

"I will prepare some holy water bottles for you to throw." The bishop smiled and gave the younger generation his mercy.

"Then we'll leave at dawn tomorrow, take a boat there, and come back after we're done." Lewandowski thought about it and made a decision.

After all, there is a holy saying that goes.

The longer the night, the more dreams there are.

(End of this chapter)