Having figured out the key factors, Durin was no longer worried—since we all have the same tacit understanding regarding this matter, why not continue to keep it unspoken.
At this point, Durin felt his waist was no longer sore, his legs no longer hurt, and even his laughter became vigorous.
Returning to his seat, he read the new content in the newspaper while listening to the conversation about skincare between his Rabbit Spirit and the Little Royal Princess. Out of curiosity, Durin asked the little girl a question.
"Do you know who I am?"
"Yes, the merchants traveling from west to east bring news from the Western Lands. In those stories, you are the nemesis of human traffickers, a follower of Nuwa, an understander of Northern Doctrine, the Duke of Lublin, the Grand Duke of Foresty Land, and the Protector of the Nation of Austria-Switzerland," the little girl sat up straight and looked at Durin, listing out his titles.
