Durin's Diary

Chapter 694 Rich
"Good afternoon, ma'am." Sigmund, wearing Durin's makeup, walked into the Drunken Dream Bar again.

The person sitting at the counter today was still dear Mrs. Marilyn. She was reading the newspaper in her hand. When she saw that it was Du Lin who pushed the door open, she immediately put on a smile and said, "Mr. Sigmund, long time no see."

"Yeah, long time no see. I recently had a business deal. After all, life requires money, right?" Du Lin sighed as he sat down at the counter. He leaned forward to glance at the newspaper. "Talking about Du Lin again! Let me see what interesting things our genius legend has come up with."

"The new automatic rifle, I heard, can fire hundreds of rounds a minute." Marilyn sighed as she mentioned this. "When I was little, I remember my grandfather had a muzzle-loader. He valued it more than his own life. If he were still alive, he would never have imagined that within a hundred years, the world would have a musket far more powerful than his treasure."

"I heard from a young colleague who worked in the woods that an automatic rifle looks shorter than a rifle, but bulkier. It has a magazine that holds bullets, but unlike a rifle that holds five or ten rounds, it holds twenty or thirty rounds." Du Lin sighed as he took out a pen and drew a rough outline of a gun on a piece of white paper.

"You have amazing painting skills." The old lady looked at the gun that Du Lin drew on the paper and sighed sincerely.

"I learned from a teacher when I was young, and then I learned some on my own, mostly sketches." Du Lin answered as he took out another piece of paper and drew a skeleton on it.

It is a flat picture, with all the bones and joints placed separately and annotated one by one.

"That's great. You said you were a mentor at the medical university. Now I really believe it." Marilyn looked at Du Lin in disbelief as she watched him finish the page in one stroke.

"After all, you should love what you do. This is what Mr. Du Lin said. I think even though we don't get along very well, what he said is very good. You should love what you do, otherwise you might as well not do it." After Du Lin finished speaking, he put down the pen in his hand with a smile.

Marilyn smiled, took the drawing paper, and read it over again. "Speaking of which, the more you learn about this young man, the more you realize how remarkable he truly is. His story is practically a legendary one. Others have problems and bottlenecks, but not him. He's like a small tree destined to grow into a towering tree, growing step by step."

"That's what you think."

"Of course, it took me eighty-seven years to reach the level of a Half-Step Legend today, and this kid is only in his twenties. He should be a Triple Legend now, with each of his levels reaching perfection. Even the brothers and sisters in our entire region combined wouldn't be enough to defeat a kid like him."

"Yes, he's too strong." At this time, Kallio Movitz came out from the backstage. He was wearing a teacher's robe today. "Excuse me, Sigmund, as you can see, necromancers also need to make a living."

"Of course. I've also been a teacher. So, how are the children in Switzerland?" Du Lin asked with a smile.

The old man sat down across from Du Lin. He opened a glass for himself and took two wine glasses with his wizard hand. "The children are very obedient now. It's different now than before. Back then, the children could scold us, and to avoid exposing ourselves, I even had to swallow my words. But now it's different. If there are any little bastards who don't know what's going on, the head of the Education Bureau will naturally whip them into a spinning top with a cane."

This made Marilyn laugh. The old lady smiled and took out a bottle of wine: "Come on, both of you, drink this bottle."

"How did this aged rum from a hundred years ago end up in the mountains?" Du Lin glanced at the bottle and immediately asked curiously, "It's hard to find this stuff here."

"Of course. The old bartender was from Farol, and he had a lot of Farol liquor. But these years, since I've been running the place, most of the liquor is from the north. I have to find a southern successor for the Drunken Dream Bar. Otherwise, if the old brothers drink northern liquor, they will get tired of it."

Marilyn's answer made Du Lin smile. Watching Old Cario fill his and his glasses, Du Lin raised his glass and clinked it with the old man.

They both drank the whole bottle, and Du Lin nodded happily: "It's worthy of being an old Sicilian brand. I like the taste. This is a good wine."

"Drink more good wine, Mr. Sigmund. Where did you make your fortune recently?" Old Cario asked as he poured the wine.

"I have some shares in Farol's Chamber of Commerce. As you know, if you live long enough, you'll find all sorts of ways to make money. I use different names to hold shares in different chambers of commerce, and I get paid every month. However, I always use my relatives' inheritance, which makes me a little worried after using it for a long time. After all, I have almost lost a hundred uncles and two hundred uncles."

Among the operations of making money through necromancy, there must be this one - disguising the money earned as the inheritance of one's relatives. However, as time goes by, as more and more relatives die, it becomes increasingly difficult to sustain this lie.

This was considered a hellish joke in the necromancy circle, so old Cario laughed extremely exaggeratedly, and Mrs. Marilyn also laughed until she was out of breath.

"A toast to our uncles and aunts who passed away young." Du Lin raised his glass with a smile.

Old Cario laughed and clinked his glasses with Durin: "May they forgive us."

Then the two old guys laughed and drank the wine.

As the bar doorbell rang behind him, Du Lin turned sideways and snapped his fingers.

The skeleton on the shelf unbuttoned the buttons on its spine again and walked over like a human. He climbed over the counter, reached out, took the bottle from Cariolian, who understood what he meant, and then caught the cocktail shaker thrown by Marilyn.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Negan Loval." Du Lin looked at the 'young man' who walked in and greeted him with a smile.

"you know me."

"I recognize your soul wavelength."

Du Lin replied with a smile.

This answer made Negan Loval's eyes widen: "We only met once."

"For an old-fashioned person like me, one meeting is enough," Du Lin said, making an invitation. "I heard that you've made a big deal recently. I wonder if you'd be willing to share some of it with me. Of course, in return, I can also tell you about my money-making methods. If you have the capital, you can join in."

(End of this chapter)