Durin's Diary

Chapter 813 Support

The pot weighed five pounds, and the rice and seafood weighed more than six pounds. Du Lin showed off with just one dragon.

Is your stomach connected to another dimension?

Daju asked.

"No, it just compresses the food automatically."

After swallowing the last bite with some difficulty, Du Lin collapsed on the counter - he had never shown off his food as much as he did today.

"Can you do it? Your sister can eat more than this by herself." Mother was a little worried about Du Lin's performance.

"You know my sister is a glutton." Du Lin felt that it was a bit embarrassing for his mother to compare him with Yelena - she was a silver dragon and a natural eater, and although Du Lin was a Zhulong, he had a human appearance after all - Du Lin really had not learned how to transform into a Zhulong, and according to the old man, no Zhulong had ever learned it.

Perhaps this was not considered when the Zhulong species was created.

This made Du Lin extremely sad.

You are such a good son. Don’t eat like this next time. It hurts your stomach.

It was rare that Daju didn't spray Du Lin.

The relationship between doctors and patients was also very harmonious today.

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All the guests in the Everburning Nest saw Durin's situation, so a few people from the church asked a few questions and left - there was no other way. The Engineering Association and the Craftsmen's Guild had more than a hundred people, and the Legends alone could form four mahjong tables. Everyone had believers. If you didn't believe what they said, believe it or not, their church would have to hold a meeting today to make a big fuss.

Members of the Three Saints Society were also investigated - Uryula had received more silver needles in the past two days than he had received knife wounds in the previous hundred years. In the words of this old man, next time he might as well just drink holy water directly, because acupuncture is really too painful.

Apart from him, the remaining two giants and several leaders did not escape either and were all questioned. If the unlucky Klein had not been personally vouched for by the anonymous person, he would have been in danger of being killed - after all, his camp detection was red and black, with purple glowing.

The old vampire was speechless. He sat down on the chair next to Durin and crossed his legs. "When I was awake last time, the vampires were powerful, but they weren't strong enough to indiscriminately attack the Church. Young man, these Chaos believers are much more powerful than we were back then."

"Really? That's great." Du Lin slumped in his chair, not wanting to move. "As far as I can remember, I've never heard of them. I thought they were just a few big cats. Who could have imagined they could become so powerful now?"

"But I heard that the gun was made by you." The old vampire was somewhat gloating - after all, the relationship between vampires and the major churches was not good back then. Seeing his old rival being beaten, his life after resurrection can only be said to be enjoyable.

"Yeah, but I made guns for them to use to fight green-skinned orcs and aliens. Who would have thought that there would be bad guys among the tailless monkeys, and so many of them." Du Lin complained.

"That's normal. Humans are a different species from you. Although they are weak, they are descendants of the gods after all. Even a powerful being like you is just a manager created by the gods to assist them. It is said that in the old era, the gods lived on the moon. Later, when the Age of Destruction came, some gods landed on this land, some disappeared, and some became gods. However, these are all myths and legends. No one knows whether they are true or not."

The old vampire said this, looking at Du Lin with hesitation in his eyes: "Speaking of which, where is my offspring?"

"She's been embarrassed to see me recently, but I feed her from time to time. Let's see when she'll understand. It's normal for a young vampire like her to be thirsty for blood." In Durin's opinion, the child named Minel doesn't need to be shy.

There's nothing to be embarrassed about. It would be abnormal for a young vampire not to thirst for blood. Their rationality, honed by daily beatings and whips, could be shattered at any moment. "It's a good thing you understand," the old vampire sighed. "When I was sealed, necromancy was still rampant, and vampires were still dreaming of establishing a great empire. Less than two hundred years later, the world has become like this. The world has become so unfamiliar to me, and human civilization has changed so much that I can hardly recognize it. It's truly strange, isn't it?"

"Time never forgives anyone." Du Lin said with a smile.

After he finished speaking, he handed the old man a cigarette - the kind without blessed tobacco. After all, this kind of cigarette was a bit fatal to a vampire like him.

The old man took the cigarette, sniffed it, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Your cigarette is fine. Last time, the brats from the Uryula family passed me a cigarette. If I hadn't watched them smoke it, I wouldn't have been tempted by that cigarette. It was too outrageous. A vampire smoking blessed tobacco almost killed me."

Du Lin was amused when he heard this: "Those young people are now considered to have washed away all the worldly desires and are all smoking this kind of cigarette. An old veteran like you, who was taken back by their ancestors, who would have thought that, right?"

"Yeah, it's interesting to think about it. Before I was sealed, who would have thought that this tobacco would have a blessing? You created it, right?"

"Yes, smoking frequently is bad for the lungs. Wouldn't blessing reduce the stimulation of cigarettes? I just didn't expect there would be a user like you."

Old Klein laughed at Durin's words and lit his cigarette. "Yeah, how could there be an old-fashioned vampire like me in this world? I heard that vampires like me are so timid these days, afraid of being discovered. Times have really changed."

"How about I take you out for a walk?" Du Lin asked.

"Don't leave. We should behave ourselves these past few days. The more people see us, the safer we will be, and the less suspicion people will have of us."

"Right."

The old man and the young boy sighed again.

Just as they were sighing here, they heard heavy footsteps on the stairs over there.

Du Lin looked up and saw the big bald head of Angalio rising slowly.

Du Lin was a little surprised, but he still spoke first: "What's the situation, Lord An Jialuo?"

"Another attack has just occurred in Copenhagen. The Bishop of the Copenhagen Diocese of the Church of the Original Creator was attacked and seriously injured. He was shot from a great distance. The diocese hopes you can go over and make an assessment."

Having said that, Du Lin had no reason to refuse, so he immediately stood up and said, "Then let's go now."

"Now, I'm sorry to ask you for help."

"You're welcome. Let's go now. I have the coordinates for Copenhagen." Du Lin said and opened the door directly.

"I'd like to go over and take a look, I used to live in Copenhagen for a while."

"Let's go." Du Lin, who had already walked halfway, snapped his fingers.

(End of this chapter)