Durin's Diary

Chapter 669 Flood
Du Lin lazily lay on the recliner. With Melinda joining him, Du Lin's toenails also enjoyed the care of the file.

You asked why we need a file. It all started last month when Du Lin accidentally broke the scissors when he was cutting his nails with them.

In short, Lan En said that this was Zhulong's little trouble, and Zhulong's lover would always help deal with these little troubles.

"Who made Du Lin so cute?" Lina happily combed Du Lin's hair and then joined the filing team.

Du Lin was lying on a chair, getting stabbed, and adding to his own persona: "I thought to myself that lying like this was really too kind to the bad guys on this earth."

"Yes, Du Lin, you didn't kill the bad guys. You were really too kind to them." Melinda smiled and scratched Du Lin's nose.

Maybe it was an illusion, but Du Lin always felt that among the girls in his family, although Melinda was young, she was the best at taking care of others, perhaps because she had many younger brothers and sisters.

She was also the only girl who didn't file the flesh of Du Lin's fingers.

That's because she's a hunter.

Daju pointed out the truth behind Du Lin's doubts based on practical considerations.

Then she is the only girl who didn't get me.

Du Lin said dissatisfiedly.

Do you like her? You must be thinking about the braised spicy rabbit head in your heart.

Am I such a lowly person? The girl is hugging me and feeling warm, do you feel the same?

You are sick, right?
Today's doctor-patient conflicts are still as complex as a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire.

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There is no need to be too anxious about disguising your identity. After all, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. If you show too much enthusiasm, it may attract unnecessary suspicion.

So Du Lin went to the church to report as planned the next day.

The Church of the Sun Goddess hates the undead, and because its own Bone Lich path is too sensitive, the church requires Durin to report to the Sun Goddess Parish in Everforged Fortress every six months.

This was already a concession for Durin—the Sun Goddess's Archdiocese was in Sidney, and Durin was the only suspected Earth Elephant who only needed to be examined at the Everforged Fortress. He had no objection to this—it was just a matter of becoming a bone lich, enjoying a holy water-based meal, and taking a nap under the holy light.

Du Lin also brought his daughter Melinda with him today.

The Holy Communion of the Church of the Sun Goddess is really not tasty, and their chef is really not good, so when Du Lin and his bunny girl entered the inspection area, they turned into bone liches and drove their chef away - this damn land is such a mess, but no matter how much I abuse myself, I can't let my stomach down.

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"Bishop Bol, I heard that you and Lord Durin have known each other for a long time." The deacon in charge of supervision was no longer surprised after seeing Durin's sudden transformation and driving away the cook of his church. When Lord Durin came for the first time, he said that the church's communion was terrible, and the young man was quite ashamed.

But there's no way around it, the church's communion is really bad.

Then, when Lord Durin came the second time, he began to make the Eucharist himself—all the ingredients he used were brought by him, except for the holy water base which was prepared by the church.

It’s nothing, everyone knows that everything we see is just a formality.

After all, as long as Lord Dulin was still willing to come, it proved that there was definitely no problem with him. The old bishop who was transferred from the Northern Church today was said to have met Lord Dulin in his early years, so he asked out of curiosity.

"It was a long time ago. I met him once or twice from afar because of a friend's affairs." The old man sighed as he looked at the bone lich in front of him. "Come to think of it, Lord Durin was just a young sorcerer back then. Who could have imagined he had such extraordinary talent?"

To be honest, Bishop Boll can say with confidence that he watched Dulin grow up.

He also witnessed Du Lin's dedication to friendship.

The deaths of those young nobles were later discovered to be most likely the work of an old assassin armed by Lord Durin.

It's amazing that he dared to risk his life for a friend he had just met. In his opinion, this young man Du Lin was really amazing.

What is even more remarkable is Du Lin's subsequent actions.

Bol had never seen such a young man. He was only twenty-one years old, but he was already the Duke of Lublin, the Grand Duke of the three southern territories of the Great Woods, and the Protector of Austria-Switzerland. Everyone said that he was idle every day, but he managed his territories very well.

The money he invested in his territory every year was enough to bankrupt an average noble, but he invested the money and was able to earn more profit.

Now the timber and wool of the three great forest territories and Locke, the blankets and wheat of Lublin, the wine, chocolate and silver mines of Austria and Switzerland, and the trade with the Changtang people brought the young man a great deal of wealth every year.

At this time, Du Lin had already started preparing the ingredients.

The young deacon seemed embarrassed as he watched their cook still fumble around trying to learn something.

Old Boll sighed. It was not wrong for the cook to have ideas and want to learn something, but look at Lord Durin's knife skills. To be frank, those necromancers who had practiced knife skills for so many years were not as good as Durin's.

And he wasn't the only one who had this idea.

When many old bishop-level friends saw Du Lin taking action, the first thing they thought of was which old undead ghost was playing such a big game that he dared to steal the skin of a grassland elf child.

Of course, they later realized that the child in front of them had shown his ability in the kitchen since he was four years old, and the reason he did this was to prevent himself from being harmed by unpalatable meals.

At this time, old Boll's old friend pushed open the door. He came to Boll's side, watched for a while, and sighed in a clichéd way: "Look at this knife skill. If someone didn't know, like the unlucky old man in the Marseille parish, I'm afraid he would pull out a gun."

"You're right." Old Boll laughed - the unlucky old fellow's surname was Charlie, and he was probably the most unlucky person in the church - when he was still an apprentice, he was kidnapped by the necromancer three times, and each time he was rescued before his turn came.

Therefore, he is the colleague who has the most frequent contact with the necromancy's "sword skills". If he came here and saw Du Lin's performance like this, he would probably draw his gun immediately.

Just as he was thinking this, Old Boll heard the sound of the door behind him being pushed open.

At the same time, the laughter of the unlucky old man Charlie could be heard: "I heard that Lord Du Lin is reporting today, so I came to see the excitement -"

The person who came in was none other than the old unlucky guy.

Paul turned his head and saw him standing blankly at the door.

The old man's eyes... were struggling violently.

(End of this chapter)