Durin's Diary

Chapter 85 Big Business on This Land

The restaurant's doorman respectfully opened the door for the moon elf lady in front of him.

She was wearing an unknown leather robe and her body was covered in blood. She should not be a customer of this store, but her eyes were like lightning. In her right hand she held a thick-backed machete and in her left hand she held the head of a huge alien species.

In the past two weeks, this lady has killed all kinds of disobedient creatures near the Oslo Autonomous Region, from bandits to alien species. Her methods are efficient and her record is outstanding. Even the Legendary Lord dare not speak loudly to her.

It is said that she is an extremely powerful half-step legend. Even if she has not been able to reach the legendary realm, the weapon in her hand that can cut through iron like mud is enough to make up for her shortcomings.

The doorman swallowed his presumption.

Turing Ayer walked in, looked around, and finally placed the alien head in his hand on the counter: "My friend asked me to come here for a gathering. Do you know this lady? She..." "Dear, I'm upstairs."

The call from above made Turing look up, and she saw the halfling leaning on the handrail and waving at her.

"Go to the police station and exchange this head for a bounty." Turing put away his knife and walked towards the stairs. "I'll give you a 10% commission."

The proprietress, who had a bitter face just now, now smiled charmingly: "No problem, I will definitely do it for you, madam."

Arriving on the second floor, Turing looked at the halfling in front of him and asked: "Are all the people in the Gaoqiu family like you, running around the world with their heads in their hands?"

"In our line of work, there's no turning back." The halfling laughed and motioned for her to follow him.

After passing through a door, Turing followed Minfilia from the Gaoqiu family and stood in front of a small room.

"Everyone, I brought the person here."

"Welcome, Mrs. Ayer." The old dwarf, Stone Anvil, smiled and gestured to an empty seat nearby. "Let's discuss our new job."

"What big business are you planning to do this time? I remember your last big deal. Even now, the black dogs from Sulem Forest Farm are still searching all over the world for you."

"Our host hasn't arrived yet. I heard his ferry is late." The young human sat by the window. "As for the black dogs of Sulem, their tentacles haven't reached here yet. And you, Madam Turing, have done something big in the Dominion recently. I heard you slaughtered all the lord's dogs."

"They've raised two gangs of bandits. It's fine if they're not in our territory, but two days ago they were so bold they even robbed a caravan from the Eastern Territory. Old Enrique and I killed them all and sent their heads to the lord. I hope he'll like it." After saying that, Mrs. Turing sat down and placed the knife on the coffee table. "My daughter ordered this from the master craftsman for me. Old Stone Anvil, please give us your opinion."

The old dwarf reached out and picked up the unassuming machete. "Typical dwarven craftsmanship, but why is it so black? Wait, it's not steel, and certainly not meteorite iron. Ma'am, do you know what this is made of?"

"I don't know. My daughter said she ordered it from a master craftsman from the Northern Kingdom." Mrs. Turing said this with some confusion. "I've also asked other master craftsmen to appraise it for me, but no one has been able to come up with a definitive answer. Several dwarf master craftsmen from the Northern Kingdom all said it wasn't made by them."

"Let me take a look." Minfilia stood up with the curiosity unique to halflings.

"You can't lift it. If you don't believe me, I'll put the knife down and you try." Stone Anvil said, placing the knife on the coffee table. Minfilia snorted, "You underestimate halflings!" After that, she grabbed the handle of the knife with both hands and lifted it up with force.

Everyone watched as the halfling jumped on the spot, and then the bones in her waist made a sharp crackling sound.

The human sitting by the window was laughing so hard that he almost hung down from the windowsill.

A dwarf girl smiled and treated Minfilia, who was holding her waist.

"At least a hundred pounds. This thing doesn't look that big, how can it be so heavy?" The human laughed as he came over and grabbed a handful. He used some effort to lift the knife in front of him. "No, the blade seems to be heavier. That's strange."

"But it works very well for me. My daughter said she found a master craftsman with dwarven skills to make this knife for me. I received it after arriving in the Dominion. The messenger was waiting for me here for a long time." Turing sighed again. "It doesn't matter if you can't see it. Anyway, this thing is really useful. Speaking of which, I heard that you met Durin from the Elsh family again when you were working last time, right?"

"Yes, this kid is quite good." The human put down his sword and sighed with nostalgia, "Although we agreed not to rob him, when we counted the money later, we found an extra bearer check for one thousand Eastern Gold Coins."

"I asked Master Ish, and he said it was Durin's own choice and he wouldn't interfere." Old Stone Anvil said this and looked at Mrs. Turing. "Madam, I heard that your daughter and Durin were very close, and you objected to it, is that correct?"

"...Yes, I objected because he was the Duke's heir, and we were the ones who wanted to destroy it all. I instinctively felt that my daughter shouldn't be with him." Turing smiled awkwardly. "But then I realized that this child, Dulin, was extremely kind to his servants and didn't behave like an aristocrat at all. And after hearing this story from you today, I wondered if I was too old-fashioned before."

"He's only thirteen. He instinctively felt that robbery was wrong, which is true. But after listening to my explanation, he chose to understand us. This proves that this child is not ignorant of right and wrong. If my child could think this way at the age of thirteen, I would wake up laughing in my dreams." At this point, Old Stone Anvil glanced at the knife on the coffee table again and said, "By the way, ma'am, have you asked about the Stark family?"

"Stark? What do you mean?" Mrs. Turing was a little confused.

"Ah, you don't know. The Starks of the Northern Kingdom are a self-exiled dwarf family. They're not bad dwarves. Their current patriarch is also a master craftsman. Perhaps he has something to do with this weapon." At this point, Stone Anvil hesitated again. "But I can't guarantee it. After all, I've never seen this kind of material before."

He picked up the knife and then the bottle of wine on the coffee table.

The old stone anvil slowly brought the two closer, and finally, under the gaze of everyone, the machete cut through the iron bottle in front of it like a hot knife through butter.

"Sharpness?" The halfling who was treating his back injury was a little confused.

"There's no enchanting reaction, no." The human shook his head.

"It's the material itself. The blade of this knife has surpassed the limits of previous craftsmen." Old Stone Anvil said, then looked at Lady Turin in front of him and said, "Madam, do you know if your daughter knows any great craftsmen?"

"She only knows Dulin."

The whole room fell into deathly silence after Mrs. Turing said this.

(End of this chapter)