Durin's Diary

Chapter 650 Olekhov Can Opener
After finishing his work at the emergency medical station and repairing the nose of a poor guy who had lost his nose, Du Lin took his daughter, the female dragon Lina, to set fire to the green-skinned orc camps around the fortress.

The green-skinned orcs had never seen such a shameless fighting style before, and were driven out of the camp by Durin with fire. It was probably enough for them to suffer in this snowy and icy weather.

After setting the fire, Du Lin returned to the fortress - since he was already there, Du Lin had no intention of going back today.

So the other silver dragons began to return, Durin restrained his breath, and went into a small room in the fortress tower with Lina.

This was originally a storage room. Du Lin burned all the sundries, cleaned it up with magic, and then took out a bed and a small bookcase from the space.

And of course, there are several big bags of snacks.

The little female dragon Lina cheered and started showing off while holding the bag of snacks.

"You'll get fat." Du Lin said with ulterior motives.

"Nonsense, I've been weighing myself recently. I've lost weight flying to Orekhov these days." Lina refuted with facts and showed off her waist: "Look at my waist, it's become slimmer."

"So you didn't have a waist before, right? It seems that I didn't starve you, little female dragon." Du Lin's words were sharp and his intentions were sinister.

"Who said my waist is soft and nice to touch?" The little female dragon kicked over, but unfortunately she failed to kick Durin, and was instead grabbed by Durin's magic hand.

You know what, just a slight scratch from those little feet made the little dragon laugh so hard that she couldn't breathe on the bed.

You little female dragon, you want to fight with me? Don’t even think about how many weaknesses you have on your body. Forget it in this life.

Durin waited in the tower for a whole day, but did not receive any revenge from the green-skinned orcs.

Boring.

"Don't you think about the fire you started? It's still burning outside the city." Lina looked at the greenskin camp that was still burning outside the window - the camp on the east side was still burning, but the fire in the camps in the other three directions had been put out.

Du Lin had already opened the door: "Come on, I'll take you downstairs to eat."

"Okay." The girl came to Du Lin the next second and hugged Du Lin's arm.

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To be honest, Austin was a little surprised when he saw Lord Durin and Lady Silver Dragon Lina carrying the soldiers' meals and sitting at the table for two in the corner.

He was not only surprised by Durin's soldiers' meals, because such a story had spread all over the land last year, and everyone got to know this young man again at that time - he was a duke and a protector of the country, but he could still sit on an equal footing with the soldiers and eat the same food, even though such food was no different from garbage in the eyes of the nobles.

What surprised him even more was the silver dragon hybrid named Lina. How could she accept such rough food?

Then he watched the two young men eat the entire table of food, burp, and then walk away hand in hand.

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I really wouldn't have believed those stories." At this time, the fortress guard with a head covered in bandages sat down across from Austin. The middle-aged man looked at the two young men from behind and said, "I'm embarrassed to eat sausages. I gave all my sausages to the wounded today."

"Your Excellency the Earl, you are truly brave today." Austin's words were not sweet words, because the middle-aged man was still fighting desperately on the city wall when the green-skinned orcs climbed up the wall.

"What if I'm not brave? Can the greenskins spare my life?" the middle-aged man asked with a smile. As he spoke, he put his black bread into the carrot soup. "By the way, why are you here, a great reporter? You are the oldest among the reporters here. Logically, it shouldn't be your turn."

"I'm not married, but all the young people are married. I can't bear to see their wives become widows and their children lose their fathers... I'm an orphan myself, so I know how hard it is."

"Where is your mother?" the middle-aged man asked curiously.

"I remarried, and I never saw her again. I don't know where she is. I'm probably just a passerby on this earth." Austin used his still-moving left hand to pick up the last half piece of bread and wiped the bottom of the plate with it. The middle-aged man was silent for a moment. "I'm sorry," he said.

"You are a noble and I am a commoner. You don't have to be so polite," Austin said.

"You accepted Lord Durin's golden cigarette case. You are indeed a commoner, but believe me, no noble in this world would dare to treat you as a commoner." The middle-aged man smiled and said, "To be honest, I envy you. Apart from those old men, you are the only young man in his thirties who can receive a golden cigarette case."

"I did hear the story about the cigarette box, but is it really that outrageous?"

"As far as I know, Mr. Royce, the detective at Sidney Sulem Forest, has one, as does Mr. Czerny, the renowned musician, and the former president of the Northern Academy of Arts, though he's passed away. So, it's a very rare item, not just anyone familiar with Lord Durling can get one." At this point, the middle-aged man sighed, "If I could have a cigarette case like this, it would be the most precious heirloom my children could ever receive."

At this point, he looked at Austin and said, "If I were you, I would find a woman to marry when I get home, and then have a bunch of children. Whoever is the most obedient will get this cigarette box."

"Thank you, now I understand the importance of this thing. Come on, how about you have one too." Austin didn't mind sharing.

"Thank you very much." The middle-aged man took a cigarette from the box and lit it up. He took a puff and said, "It's a good cigarette. They say Lord Durin's cigarettes are refined and can heal lung injuries. Sure enough, my lungs feel better now. No wonder those dwarves are praising Lord Durin's cigarettes so much. In comparison, the cigarettes issued by our military are really rubbish."

The military he was talking about was the Sidney military. This man was from Sidney. He and his troops came to Orekhov after breaking through the siege, and then formed the garrison of Orekhov together with many surviving soldiers.

The man took two puffs of his cigarette and sighed.

Austin knew why he sighed. Sidney was now at odds with Durin, and the strength displayed by Durin - both his personal strength and the strength of his army - would make the people of Sidney despair.

A ten-year ceasefire seems very long to many people, but to the legendary Zhulong who can live for hundreds of years, it is just a brief moment.

Thinking of this, Austin also sighed.

He thought of Mr. Roy.

I thought of those fellow travelers who sacrificed their lives.

They fell into the darkness, unable to see the beauty of the future.

"Mr. Austin."

"Your Excellency, I am here."

"Call me George. Thank you for helping my soldiers write letters home these days."

"I'm a believer in the God of Knowledge. This is what I'm supposed to do. And don't worry, I'm left-handed." Austin twitched his left hand and said, "Since I can't go to the battlefield recently, I'll write letters for everyone."

"We found more than a dozen letters from the fallen soldiers, all of which were never sent out..."

"I'll copy it again for them so that the family won't see the blood."

Conversations between men are always so simple.

"Then I'll leave this matter to you." The middle-aged man said, took out a gold watch from his pocket and pushed it in front of Austin: "This is my little thank you."

"You're welcome. The soldiers have paid the ghostwriting fees with their own lives and blood." Austin pushed the gold watch back.

(End of this chapter)