Durin's Diary

Chapter 86 The gears of fate begin to turn

It was said to be a buffet, but before Du Lin could choose a few items, he was dragged back to the studio by the workaholic Duterte.

This old bear of the Osuo species transforms into a terrifying bipedal upright beast in the second half of the battle process, and Du Lin often needs to draw two or three frames for one storyboard.

Du Lin himself didn't care - in fact, he was secretly very happy because the storyboards he drew gave him experience.

In the beginning, a painting was worth only fifty points, but as the number of shots increased, Mr. Duterte became more and more satisfied, and now Du Lin can get nearly two hundred points for a painting.

Although it is still a small amount, it is a lot.

During this time, Elaine and Tanya came into the studio with a big bowl of candy, which solved Du Lin's urgent problem - when there is too much mental activity, the prairie elf's body is a little lacking in sugar, which is also the prairie elf's weakness.

It was not until the late night, when the owner of the Alkin family stared at Mr. Duterte with a stern look after the dinner, that the old bear realized how late it was.

He wanted to send Dulin back in his car with an embarrassed look on his face, but was rejected by Duke Robbie - he decided to send Dulin and Elaine back directly.

Use the portal.

Robbie Alkin

Nine-ring Mage (Level 18), Level 10 Arcane Knight, and Level 7 Warrior

On par with your grandfather.

Daju’s introduction is concise and to the point.

Mr. Duterte could only get into his car carrying a large pile of storyboards, but before leaving, he still made an agreement with Du Lin that he would come to see Du Lin next weekend.

Now he has a big problem - Durin's storyboard is too good, and it is almost impossible to shoot it well with a mechanical camera. The Osso species is not born to be a spellcaster, so Mr. Duterte can only find a wizard to test the effect of the imaging device.

He wanted a caster, and Du Lin wanted experience. It could only be said that the two sides were in cahoots and hit it off.

Du Lin said goodbye to Tanya, took Elaine and followed Duke Robbie into the portal.

In just a blink of an eye, we arrived home. Is this magic? It’s even faster than a taxi.

When Duke Robbie sent Elaine back to her home, Du Lin watched the Duke open the door and go back home. Only then did Daju come out and make sharp comments.

Durin stroked Kal'tsit. Hemer was also at home today. After feeding the two girls, Durin used the cleaning technique to clean himself and then rolled onto the bed.

If you don’t sleep now, you may die suddenly when you get old.

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Melinda Connolly, standing at the kitchen sink, twitched her ears. The mixed-race girl with the animal nose noticed the slightest hammering sound.

She looked at the small building opposite. The hammering sound came from the opposite side - it was the sound carried by the wind, and the wind could convey a lot of information.

On the day I became a hunter, my grandfather said that the news brought by the wind will never lie to a hunter.

Miss Elaine behind him was muttering in front of the fire - she didn't sleep all night yesterday, and this morning she followed Mr. Du Lin to the college in high spirits.

How glorious it was when we left, how tired we were when we came back. When our young lady came back and opened the door, she slid onto the floor - she fell asleep as soon as she got home.

This made Melinda extremely sad.

His grandfather probably owed something to old Mrs. Rowling, so after she came to his house, he asked Melinda to come to Copenhagen and work as a maid for Elaine of the Sario family.

This lasted for three months, and it was said that she signed a three-year contract to sell her body.

Connery's Melinda is also proud. If it were not for the orders of the elders, the new seed of the hunter family in the northern wilderness would not have come to this forest made of steel and mud to serve as a bodyguard and maid for a spoiled girl.

Originally, such work was considered idle in Melinda's eyes. What was wrong with purple eyes? This was Copenhagen, an important stronghold of human civilization, not a damn wilderness.

After all, in the wilderness, if a purple-eyed child was born in a small tribe, the entire tribe would flee south, fearing that the Chaos Cult would find out and resort to violence against them.

But what is there to worry about in Copenhagen?

Initially, Melinda thought the days would continue to be boring, but everything changed after the young lady moved. The moment Melinda saw Du Lin, her hunter instincts screamed. The smiling prairie elf leaning against the doorframe before her seemed like the boy next door from her childhood. But her instincts warned Melinda that she was not a hunter, she was the prey, and the prairie elf before her... was a true killer. This was the highest tribute among hunters, an honor only earned by veterans with countless slain foes.

How can this be.

Melinda didn't understand her instinct, but instinct didn't lie. In the five years since she became a wilderness hunter, a unique profession, fifteen-year-old Melinda felt this kind of panic for the first time from someone other than her grandfather.

Instinct was warning her master that the man before her was the hunter, the scavenger of life, the mopper of death.

Instinct will not deceive hunters, and in the legends of the older generation of wilderness hunters, there is a mysterious existence that is the end of all prey. When hunters see this existence, they should become its most loyal guard, hunting all things together with this existence, and let the blood of the enemy flow all day long on the entire earth.

The new generation of wilderness hunters simply regard such legends as the cause of the distortion of extraordinary professions. Hunters should be free. Even in a wolf pack, the leader should be chosen from among the hunters, rather than following a so-called existence.

But today Melinda was a little dazed. Was that boy really like that?

Wanting to find out what was going on, driven by curiosity, the girl took the first step, then the second step, and finally, at a very close distance to the small building, a lynx poked its head out of the small hole under the door.

Melinda realized in shock what was happening to her.

Then, the curtain in the middle of the door was drawn open, and Mr. Dooling Elsh, who looked like the boy next door, looked at Melinda through the door.

He looks much better than my daughter, but come to think of it, only my daughter would be stupid enough to stay up all night, go to class with the boy she likes, and finally come back exhausted and fall asleep.

He smiled casually. Inside the open door, this boy, who was even shorter than Melinda, wiped his hands imperceptibly. "Ms. Melinda, did my hammering startle you?"

"No..." Melinda regretted her words before she finished speaking. Wasn't this tantamount to admitting that she heard the hammering sound?

And what does hammering represent? In the eyes of hunters, hammering represents the blacksmith's livelihood, the manufacture of weapons, and the quiet blooming of the flower of killing.

Looking at the man in front of her who was said to be only thirteen years old, Melinda felt blushing for the first time. It was so strange, because he was obviously not her type.

Therefore, her long ears drooped: "I, I heard it."

"Miss Melinda is curious because my hammering must have attracted you. Actually, I just make some..." The boy named Dulin was silent for a moment, then smiled contentedly. "Actually, I just make some small gadgets, like the twisted silk on your left index finger, the short blade on the sole of your leather shoe, the soft sword in your belt, and your hair is beautifully tied up, and the hairpin on it is so sharp that I almost didn't recognize your earrings. They are detachable earrings, but they can also be razor blades for cutting your throat."

Just as Melinda was alert, the boy in front of her smiled and raised his left hand, with his index, middle and little fingers together and his thumb and pinky separated.

It's the gesture that wild hunters use to greet each other!
"I don't know why Miss Melinda, a wilderness hunter, became Elaine's maid, but I have served hunters many times in Lublin." At this point, the boy stepped aside, making way for him. "Melinda, I also made several weapons for your grandfather, Mr. Kada, including the kukri, the pulley bow, and the hidden blade. Now, Miss Connery, the hunter, do you need my service?"

At this moment, Melinda heard a call that she could not refuse... It turned out that her grandfather's favorite weapons were all made by Mr. Du Lin in front of her.

She followed Mr. Du Lin down the stairs, and the moment she reached the basement, Melinda felt like she had walked into a studio.

On the wall, there were several guns and crossbows, the matte black metal seemed to swallow up any light; on the shelf nearby, bullets were sorted into boxes and placed on trays, the shiny brass primers reflecting countless Melindas; and on the knife rack on the other side, more than a dozen cold weapons of various shapes were placed on the shelf, even if just watching from a distance, it made Melinda feel a chill in her heart.

On the table, there were two pistols that had been disassembled into parts.

Mr. Du Lin sat down on the swivel chair in front of the table and pointed at his weapons. "I have a lot of ready-made weapons here. Tell me what you want. If I have what you want, you can take one and try it out. If you have special requirements for the material, craftsmanship, or other aspects, you can provide the materials yourself and I can help you make it."

"Really? What price do I need to pay?" As a hunter with little money, Melinda didn't think her salary could allow her to buy anything good from Mr. Du Lin.

If she could sell on credit, Melinda felt she could earn back her commission.

"Normally, when your grandfather takes things from me, he pays me with materials from alien species or magical beasts. But in a human city, I don't think you have much money." The young gentleman said with a smile, and waved his hand: "Your Connery family is considered an old customer of mine. I'll give you this order for free."

Melinda's eyes widened.

How could such a good thing happen in this world?

Wait a minute...it must be like this, this little evil dragon with a tail must be greedy for his own body!

Novels and picture books are full of stories like this!
Melinda's heart was trembling. She instinctively feared the dragon, but her anger as a hunter was accumulating.

She decided to test the person of the same age in front of her. If he really was an evil dragon... even if he was the Duke's grandson, she would chop off his tail and make it into a snack!

(End of this chapter)