Durin's Diary

Chapter 760 Locking Qingqiu

Clay Boyd, the dead-eyed mayor of the city, has white hair and is the Earl.

Anyone who can be an earl in the Great Wilderness must have no problems. After all, the nobles in the Great Wilderness are all rewards given by the church, and the previous generations all crawled out of the pile of dead bodies.

The Boyd family has one advantage. He is the first generation - the previous generation of Burgas's lord and his family died sixty years ago. The cause of death was very simple. When the green orcs landed at night, they were unable to live in the castle, but lived in a villa by the sea.

The villa is decorated very luxuriously and can be regarded as an alternative mausoleum with good decoration.

Clay Boyd, the only captain of the city guard living in the castle at the time, sounded the alarm and, with the help of several cannons on the castle, fought a bloody battle with the green-skinned orcs who had landed at the dock.

Two hours later, the nearby Paladins finally arrived with their troops. At this time, only 300 of the 1,600 city guards were dead, but they resisted the attack of the green-skinned orcs and successfully made 600 green-skinned orcs bleed to death in the dock area.

The result of paying such a tragic price was that the civilians in the entire city had time to evacuate the city - the reinforcements brought by the Paladin were even blocked on the road by the fleeing civilians at the beginning.

Afterwards, Clay Boyd was personally received by the Anonymous for the first time. He and all the surviving city guards were rewarded. Among them, Clay, who was seriously injured, was finally chosen as the new city lord against all odds.

When Count Clay saw Dulin, he smiled and saluted him: "Lord Dulin, welcome to Burgas. I wonder what you want to see an old man like me."

"Do you know Willy from Strasbourg?" Du Lin asked with a smile.

The old man was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "So fast? I remember those three children correctly. Willy said they were orphans."

"They were indeed all orphans, but later when this old fellow was restocking, he got some of our grassland elves' children. I can't bear to see orphans suffer, so I copied his memories from his soul fire. Only then did I know that three of these children had passed through your hands. I want to know what became of them."

"Okay, please follow me." Old Clay said, motioning for Du Lin to follow.

Walking through the corridor, lifting the curtains, brushing past the maids, Raynay, who was walking in front, lowered her head and went through the archway.

On the training ground in front of him, Du Lin saw a young man holding a wooden sword. In front of him were two younger children doing the most basic stretching exercises.

Seeing a group of people coming, he hurried over to greet them: "Father."

The word "father" comforted Dulin and made Clay smile. He stood beside the young man and said, "My adopted son and his two younger brothers."

"Your Excellency, why do you take in these three children in your old age?" Rayna asked softly.

"They are the children of my men. Their father died in battle at the Amyansk Fortress, and their mother remarried without taking them with her. This child sold himself into slavery and struggled to survive with his brothers. I had to resort to some trickery to snatch these three children back from that damned Willy." The old man said this, patting the young man's shoulder firmly. "Their father is a good man. I couldn't let them live such a miserable life. I don't have any children myself, so I just adopted them."

Du Lin nodded. He walked up to the young man and looked at the brand on his forehead that represented slave labor. "Why don't you erase this brand?"

"I will keep this brand and let it tell me the sufferings that my three brothers have endured," the young man replied.

Du Lin sighed - the young man must resent his parents, resent his father for dying so silently in the Amiansk Fortress, and resent his mother for abandoning them.

This world is not a good place. Strong men like Dulin are always unable to meet their needs, which is why they owe so much to the poor. Thinking of this, Dulin pulled out a silver cigarette case from his pocket: "I am Dulin, Dulin Aiersh, Duke of Lublin, Grand Duke of the Great Forest, Protector of Austria-Switzerland. Young man, do you understand the significance of this cigarette case in my hand?"

"I've heard that everyone says that receiving your cigarette case is the greatest honor for a soldier."

"Your father died in the Battle of Amiansk Fortress, and you sold yourself into slavery for your two younger brothers. Young man, take this box. From today on, do not let down Earl Clay and I. Live well and, like your father, be a useful person to this land."

"Thank you, sir." At this moment, the young man could no longer control his emotions. He took the cigarette box and burst into tears.

Durin patted his arm, then came up to the two little guys, who were holding training swords and looked a little lost.

Du Lin came up to them and stroked their heads one by one.

Although they failed to get promoted, the two little guys were still very happy with the candy box given by Du Lin.

The older children were still a little hesitant: "Master Dragon Seed, is my brother okay?"

"It's okay. When you are with Earl Clay in the future, if you have any problems that Earl Clay can't handle, just come to me." Du Lin said with a smile and patted their little heads again.

"Your Excellency is so kind. I am a criminal and yet I can receive your forgiveness." Old Clay bowed to Dulin.

"I hope all buyers in the world are like you, then I will have to kill fewer people." Du Lin said, smiling and drawing his sword.

Old Clay knelt on one knee, and Dulin tapped his shoulders with his sword.

"You are like a true knight and a great old father. May your family prosper."

After saying that, Du Lin took out a few metal ingots and began to forge the sword in front of the old man.

Du Lin hadn't forged a sword himself for a long time. Today he forged a good sword and handed it to Old Clay.

"Thank you, Lord Durin, for your reward." The old man took the sword with both hands. His adjutant brought a gorgeous scabbard, but Clay asked the adjutant to take his simple scabbard and put it in.

After having his adjutant put the sword back, Clay looked at Durin with pride and said, "Thank you for your kindness today. I will ask a master painter to paint this scene as a family legacy."

Du Lin smiled and nodded: "It's getting late, we have to leave, Earl Clay."

"Indeed, it's already lunchtime. Your Excellency, please do me the honor of staying with me for lunch before leaving."

"Okay, but you have to be responsible for the grilled fish prepared by Priest Renya." Du Lin smiled and pointed at Renya. The girl was still wiping her tears. She was obviously happy for the future of the three boys.

"Okay, Burgas City has no shortage of chefs who can grill fish, so please rest assured, sir." Old Clay looked very confident.

(End of this chapter)