Durin's Diary

Chapter 761: Sorrow of Separation

"The grilled fish in Burgas City is a must-try." Lina whispered in Du Lin's ear as she followed him into the hall.

"Haven't you been here before? Is it really that great?" Du Lin asked his little female dragon with a smile.

She nodded vigorously: "It's super delicious, but it's hard to eat enough."

Du Lin didn't believe what others said, but the Lina in front of him was the only female dragon from the Western Land in his family. He had seen with his own eyes that girl showed off a whole roasted lamb and said that she was only half full.

So Du Lin nodded: "Then I can trust you."

After saying that, Du Lin stretched out his hand.

"Just trust me." Lina happily hugged Du Lin's arm.

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Knowing that Du Lin had to rush to the restaurant after dinner, Old Clay went to the kitchen to say hello, and soon the chef and the cook came to the restaurant with their food.

Du Lin looked at the iron plate in front of him and was a little surprised - my goodness, how can this fish be grilled on the iron plate?

Then he saw the dwarf cook take a live fish out of the barrel, throw it on the chopping board, and then start to gut and scale it.

"It's a bit of a battlefield technique, crude, but practical." Du Lin said with a smile: "I've also seen many dwarf cooks in Lublin."

"Lord Durin, you are a very good judge of character. I am from the Giant Hammer clan. My father came from the Niubilis Mountains. He originally wanted to return home after atonement, but later he thought living here was quite nice, so he found a local woman and gave birth to me. I fought for thirty years with Earl Clay, then retired due to an injury and became a fireman. Later, I broke my leg, so I became a cook."

Dwarves are naturally outgoing, and Durin's standard dwarven language, in particular, made him feel very favorable towards him.

The big fish was quickly cut into two pieces by the knife in his hand. After removing the bones, he spread oil on the iron plate and then placed the fish fillets on the iron plate.

I can't recognize this fish, but I'm sure it's not from our world.

This fish is genetically engineered. It has plump meat and tastes like beef. Believe me, it's definitely good stuff.

In response to Daju's doubts, Eleven gave an explanation.

It’s worthy of being called an ecosystem, everything here seems to be good stuff.

Du Lin sighed and looked at Lina - the little female dragon's attention was all on the fish. It looked like the grilled fish was delicious, and she was not bragging.

The dwarf chef turned the fish and prepared the new fish, while the halfling cooks took out a variety of seasonings. They laughed and slapped the bottom of the bottle, sprinkling the delicious seasonings on the fish.

Then he spread honey on both sides of the fish - obviously, after many years in the army, Earl Clay knew that the grassland elves liked this the most.

Dulin nodded with satisfaction, but ladies came first. After Lina and Rayna each got one, Dulin and Earl Clay got their own portion of fish.

Clay was obviously not confused either. After Renya and Lina chatted for a while, he could recognize Renya's local accent.

"Yes, I used to live by the sea, but later it was demolished and a commercial area was built."

"Interesting. If I remember correctly, there is only one giant family over there. Who is this big guy, Joan Guira, to you?" "It's my father, the Earl."

"I think so too. That big guy, when he was young, he chased after your mother all day. I think I've seen you before, but you were still young, so you probably forgot. When your parents got married, I was his boss, and we even drank wine together. The giant's wine is really strong, on par with the dwarves' fine wine." Clay laughed and pointed at Raynaia. "It's been over a decade since we last met. You've grown up."

Rayna was a little embarrassed, but mostly shy.

"Indeed, the giant's wine is good stuff. I still remember the first time I drank the wine handed to me by the giant brother on the battlefield. The wine was really strong." The dwarf chef sighed as he turned the fish over.

Du Lin smiled and took out a large barrel of wine from his space: "Look what this is."

Clay laughed heartily when he saw the inscription on it: "This is a good thing from the Silver Frost Tribe!"

"At this table today, we are all warriors. Come, let me treat the two warriors to a drink." After Durin finished speaking, he pulled out the cork with one hand, took the cup from the big bowl, and drank it in one gulp in front of the dwarf and Clay.

Then he poured another large bowl and handed it to the dwarf.

The old dwarf's eyes turned red, but he still took the bowl generously, drank it all in one gulp, and laughed heartily: "Good wine! Brother Clay, this is much better than the wine we drank on the defense line that day!"

He handed the bowl back and Dulin filled it up again before handing it to Clay.

At this moment, the old man no longer had his previous aristocratic and elegant demeanor. He took the big bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

Putting down the bowl, the old man nodded with a red face: "It's good wine!"

The three men at the table laughed out loud.

Du Lin took the bowl, filled it up, and then blew into it.

This whistle drew loud cheers from the dwarves. "I heard from an old friend in the army that Lord Durin loves his soldiers like his own sons and is willing to eat the same pig food as them. I didn't believe it before, but now I do."

At this point, the old dwarf looked at Durin, his eyes filled with joy. "My juniors all say you're a good Candle Dragon, and I believe them now. Those Northerners say you're trustworthy, and I believe them too. Those nobles never look upon us peasants in the army with respect, but you're different. You don't even frown when we use a bowl."

At the end of the conversation, the dwarf took the large bowl that Durin filled for him and drank until his beard was full of wine.

Old Clay walked up to him and patted him on the back: "Little brother, we are the only ones left now of those people in the trenches back then. We have to help them survive."

"Yes, brother, you are right." The dwarf nodded happily.

Du Lin patted the wine barrel and said, "Keep this wine. I'll leave you another barrel. There are always casualties in war. We the living should help the dead to live well."

"You're absolutely right." The dwarf sobbed twice, then patted his bald head and laughed awkwardly: "Look at me like this, I don't look like a dwarf at all."

"No way, drink." Durin smiled and filled the old dwarf's glass again.

"We are all warriors. We have helped our brothers drink the fine wine they haven't had, eat the delicacies they haven't tasted, and see the world they haven't seen." Du Lin took the empty bowl, refilled it, and drank it all in one gulp. "In this world, if you say it's good, it's really good. If you say it's not good, then let it go! In the end, we'll meet again."

Clay clapped his hands. This time, the old man with dead eyes could no longer hold back and laughed while wiping away his tears.

(End of this chapter)