Durin's Diary

Chapter 87 Chapter 52.5: Melinda Connelly I

Thinking of this, Melinda made up her mind and thought about what to do to make this little dragon named Dulin reveal his true colors.

Well... a little evil dragon like him, since he dares to covet the little rabbit's body, must have no resistance to beauty.

Thinking of this, Melinda made up her mind and began to unbutton her shirt - as long as he dared to pounce on her, she would beat him severely with the hunter's physical skills!
The little dragon was stunned for a moment, then spoke before Melinda could untie the second one: "What are you doing?"

"The most valuable thing about me is myself, and I'm willing to give you everything I have." Melinda suppressed the excitement of being exposed and answered seriously.

The little dragon looked Melinda up and down for a moment, then snorted unhappily, "I said it's free."

Humph, nothing good comes from what you say is free. Last time, a gunsmith said he would make a gun for Melinda for free, but then his true colors were revealed and he was dragged into the northern wilderness by Melinda's brothers. It is said that the hemlock trees on his grave are in bloom this year.

Melinda thought firmly that if she punched a little dragon like Dulin in the face, who was shorter than her and looked spoiled, he would surely cry for a long time. "I don't believe it. The Hunter God said that anything free, like a gift from fate, has a price tag already hidden, just like a hunter waiting for his prey to take the bait."

Having said that, Melinda unbuttoned the second button and looked at the little dragon with a sharp look: "Little sir, what are you hesitating about?"

If he jumps at me, I can hit him.

"Don't worry, you know I have allies." said the little dragon.

"Ally, I know, but it's my fiancée. She won't know. I will keep our relationship a secret." Melinda said with a smile.

But Melinda's answer made the little dragon gasp. Unwilling to give up, he continued to ask, "Don't you have someone you like?"

"No, ever since I became a hunter, my father told me that a hunter's lover can only be his most beloved weapon, so I am willing to give up everything to get it." Melinda answered very calmly.

He looked embarrassed: "You really want a price, right?"

"Yes." Melinda puffed out her chest and said, "Although I'm a little thinner, my figure is better than Miss Elaine's."

Humph, you little evil dragon will definitely be exposed.

"Hey, what are you two bulletproof ceramic plates talking about?" He said something Melinda couldn't understand, then shook his hand. "How about this? In exchange for the weapon you want, I'll hire you to protect Elaine."

Melinda was stunned.

Wait a minute, under normal circumstances, shouldn't the little dragon pounce on me and try to lick my face?

Why is the story not as similar to my own experience and the novel?

"I already have a salary. You're really at a disadvantage by doing this. Are you feeling sorry for me?" Melinda said, and her face finally turned red.

Melinda, did we misunderstand something?

"I'm feeling sorry for myself," the little dragon said grumpily, pointing to the weapons on the wall behind him. "Choose quickly, don't overthink it. Also, if someone asks you to pay with your body in the future, tell me. I have several plots of land, and one of them should be suitable for burying him."

"Do you want to keep me as your collection? Then I'll need a lot of weapons to satisfy you." Melinda replied with a red face - unexpectedly, although the little dragon is bad, Melinda can accept him as a collection.

After all, the little dragon in front of him was as young as himself, and he was a great craftsman and gunsmith, and the weapons he made were highly sought after by his grandfather.

At least it is better to be his collection than to be coveted by those old guys.

This is the fate of many hunters, becoming the "collection" of the master gunsmith, fighting for the other party and obtaining various equipment.

"So you can just pick whatever you want." The little dragon said, and snorted angrily: "When has I, Du Lin, ever lied to anyone? By the way, why did you choose a crossbow?"

Melinda, who was picking up the crossbow, turned around and said, "I'm going hunting tomorrow."

This is a fact.

"Hunting, I know, but are there any aliens around Copenhagen?" the little dragon was curious. "It's Oslo. We hunters, moon elves, and prairie elves are hunting a criminal, and the prairie elves need hunters skilled in street fighting," Melinda answered honestly.

"If we are operating on the streets of the city, the crossbow in your hand is actually not very useful. Can you use a gun, Melinda? What role do you usually play in the team during operations?" asked the little dragon.

"I can use a gun, but it's too expensive. But I'm a good archer." Melinda blushed a little because she didn't have much pocket money and the gun was so expensive.

"I give you a gun. Since you are willing to be my collection, you must have the awareness of returning home in glory and prosperity! I will not allow you to go out and be laughed at because of your equipment! Your embarrassment is a small matter, but my embarrassment is a real big deal!" After the little evil dragon finished speaking, he stood up and opened the mechanism on the table at the same time.

Melinda stared at the wall - because the entire wall was folding, and soon, another hidden area appeared in front of her.

On the gun rack on the wall were eleven guns of varying lengths that Melinda couldn't recognize at all.

"Try these guns and see which one suits you best." The little dragon... no, Du Lin, who had become a little gentleman at this time, smiled and gestured.

Talking about the little dragon at this time... is too embarrassing, you know.

Melinda tested it out and finally chose a musket from the wall that she could easily handle.

It has a very strange appearance, the buttstock can be adjusted to suit yourself perfectly, the barrel is not long, and the square handguard is suitable for holding.

Mr. Du Lin took the gun box from the gun box rack nearby, put the gun into the box, and then carried it to the first floor: "Follow me."

"Let's go there." Melinda chased out of the house.

"The most professional engineering school shooting range in Copenhagen." After saying that, the young man in front of him waved to the horse-drawn carriage.

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The Copenhagen Engineering College shooting range is located in the suburbs south of the city. The shooting range does not care about background. Mr. Du Lin showed his master gunsmith certificate and was immediately welcomed into the shooting range by the person in charge of the shooting range.

"I need a quiet, private shooting range."

"I'll arrange it for you right away, Mr. Du Lin." The middle-aged man with a slicked-back hair and powdered face said nothing as he personally led Du Lin and Melinda into the inner area of ​​the shooting range.

Du Lin put the gun box on the table and motioned Melinda to the other end of the table.

Melinda, feeling a little dazed along the way, came to Mr. Du Lin.

"From now on, I will teach you how to install the accessories of this gun and how to use them."

Melinda nodded.

"This is a precision rifle, with a 55mm barrel and 8mm full-power ammunition. From today on, it's the rifle I made specifically for you. It has both full-auto and semi-auto modes, and can hold a twenty-round magazine."

Putting the gun on the table, Mr. Du Lin began to install the accessories on the gun one by one.

Melinda had seen bipods and scopes before, but when Mr. Du Lin installed a grip diagonally on the handguard and then installed a small window-like sight called a red dot on the other side of the handguard, Melinda found that things were beginning to get completely out of her control.

This musket is even better than the one Grandpa has! It must also be more expensive!
When the entire gun was assembled, Melinda's only thought was that she had been too naive.

Even if she sold herself, she couldn't get this gun back.

"Come, Melinda, take it. I'll teach you how to use it to hit a target 500 yards away." Melinda's benefactor smiled and offered a gentle encouragement: "If you're good enough, I'll reward you with a pistol."

Melinda hummed.

Very well-behaved.

(End of this chapter)