Durin's Diary

Chapter 83 The Night Before
Duterte Marcus walked through the gate, and the big man Oso hugged the owner of the mansion with a serious expression.

"Old friend, it's great to see you're still so strong." The skinny Duke Robbie introduced, "My cousin, Rowling, you should know her."

"Of course, Mrs. Rowling, you look a little old." Duterte said as he reached out, held up the old woman's shriveled hand in front of him, and kissed it lightly.

"The Lord of Dawn said that creatures born in the long night will eventually usher in the dawn. I am ready. But Duterte, you big Oso guy are still strong." The joke of his wife in front of him made Duterte choke up a little. The large group of young people who took photos together that year, now only a dozen people are left.

Helping Rowling sit on the sofa, Duterte listened to her mention her granddaughter Elaine.

"I heard about what happened this morning." Duterte had been keeping an eye on the child Dulin, so of course he knew everything that happened today. As the last daughter of the Sario family, Rowling had actually lost control of the family - her son died many years ago, and she had raised Elaine with great difficulty, but how could this man-eating land easily let go of this orphan and widow.

The three branch families of Sario are now coveting the status and wealth of the main family. However, they have not been able to achieve their wishes because they are afraid of the fact that Rowling is a legend and the mutual constraints. The girl Elaine is timid and cowardly, really not as good as her grandmother, and does not have enough strength to suppress the ambitions of the branch families.

Several old friends had already discussed that if that day really came, they would take action to rescue Elaine.

But today, everyone was surprised by Rowling's arrangement, and even more surprised at the courage of Brother Ixu's eldest grandson to stand up.

Did he start learning to shoot since he was in his mother's womb? The thirteen-year-old child shot two headshots from the hip in less than half a second. If there weren't at least five hundred pairs of eyes watching, Duterte wouldn't have believed that it was done by this kid Dulin.

But besides being surprised, Duterte was also extremely moved - this kid Dulin doesn't pick trouble, but he doesn't avoid it either.

He was a good kid, better and more sensible than he had ever seen.

So, in the afternoon, some old brothers began to intervene in the newspaper's smear campaign against Du Lin.

Press freedom?

It doesn't exist. There has never been such freedom in this world. There are only mortals who follow whoever gives them milk.

So it doesn't matter if some people really refuse to listen. There is plenty of land outside Copenhagen, enough to bury those ignorant people who are determined to serve the traitors in the Sario family.

What, you think this is cruel... Well, it is indeed cruel.

These old brothers of Duterte only bury the parties involved, and believe that every wrong should be punished according to the perpetrator, but they have actually caused the separation of wives and children, and the separation of loved ones. Their crimes are truly heinous.

When others bury the deceased, they bury the entire family, no matter whether they are alive or dead. They pay attention to the whole family being together in an orderly manner. This must be a heartbreaking act of kindness.

"Robbie must be angry with me, I know, I got ahead of him again." The old lady smiled.

"Cousin, I'm listening right next to you." Robbie said a little embarrassedly.

Duterte smiled and nodded: "Madam, you have won all your life."

“Yes.” The old lady sighed when she said this: “I have seen what you old brothers have done. From now on, Elaine will have to rely on you.”

"Don't worry, ma'am, our friendship will witness everything." Duterte swore with this sentence - among the oaths of the Osso people, this is the heaviest, heavier than swearing by God.

"Of course I'm relieved." Having said this, the three of them noticed the small commotion coming from the card room.

"Leave this to me, Duterte. Dulin is in the card room. I heard you were looking for him, right?" Robbie said with a smile.

"Then I'll go and take a look first. Brother Yi Xu has praised this great grandson to me." Duterte stood up.

He walked through the crowd and stood in the viewing area of ​​the card room. Due to the large size of the Osuo species, he could see the situation in the card room clearly at a glance. He saw that there was only one table left in the card room playing Chang Tang cards - in the Northern Kingdom, this represented the top table.

The top table is usually determined by the players themselves. As the game of long tang became popular, a room with four long tang tables would have the top players at each table forming a new table after each round. Duterte also enjoyed long tang, but he didn't have a ranking, though he knew some of the best players.

Now, those fighting against Durin are Sir Rousseau, Baron Karl and Lord Sebastian.

Sir Rousseau has won the Changtang Northern Kingdom League for three consecutive years. Although he is older, he is still a strong player of Changtang and his defense is impeccable.

Baron Carl, known as the Changtang card devil, is good at using his super memory to calculate other people's card patterns, and has won two championships in the past three years.

Lord Sebastian, the young man who ended Baron Carl's three-game winning streak, is known as the favorite of the goddess of luck.

But today, they don't look very happy.

Duterte noticed that there were no words on the river.

He saw Du Lin touch the cards, and then Du Lin smiled and put down the cards in his hand: "Kong, South."

Du Lin took a card from the end of the pile: "Another kang, east."

Duterte noticed that Sir Rousseau's hands were shaking as he was taking medicine.

The second time he took the cards from the end of the pile, Du Lin touched the cards and raised his eyebrows: "Another Kong, North."

Duterte noticed that Baron Carl's hand was shaking as he lit his cigarette.

Du Lin drew his third card and took a look. "Kong, West."

Lord Sebastian took out his handkerchief and began to wipe the unstoppable sweat from his forehead.

Looking at the cards in front of me, four gangs, four big fours, and two Yakuman hand patterns, it is really terrifying.

On his fourth draw, Dulin touched the cards, then slapped them on the table and pushed down his last card, which was two red middles.

"Self-draw, four gongs, big four joys, one color, four hidden kungs and a single rider."

Duterte and the entire audience began to applaud wildly.

"I'm going to ask His Excellency the Duke for the magic crystals used in the card room's video recordings!" someone exclaimed.

"It's worth dying for to be able to witness this amazing battle with my own eyes today!" someone cheered.

Du Lin stood up with a smile, and stretched out his hand to shake hands with his three poker friends one by one.

Then, he waved to Mr. Duterte and walked over with a smile to introduce the boy next to him. "I came here to play cards with my friend Lewis today. He introduced me to Chang Tang cards, which is indeed a very interesting new card game."

"I know you're happy to have new friends, but Dulin, where's my new script?"

"It just so happens that Duke Alkin has a studio here. Since I feel that the script is still too difficult to convey my ideas, I decided to draw what I want to say."

Du Lin's answer.

Some of it was beyond Duterte's expectations.

(End of this chapter)