Durin's Diary

Chapter 178 Rare
"Sir Karl, this is the latest level assessment report on Mr. Durin." The assistant who pushed the door open placed a report on Karl Malone's desk in a hurry.

The legendary wizard, who was walking slowly on the rehabilitation machine that Du Lin had drawn for him, was stunned: "Ah, didn't he just comment on it?"

"Yes, last time he was a fifth-ring warlock, a seventh-level warlock, and a fourth-level candle dragon. But today, the Art Academy's appraisal department declared him a seventh-ring warlock, a seventh-level warlock, and a seventh-level candle dragon." At this point, the female assistant looked at Karl Malone, who had stopped walking. "Sir Karl, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine. Didn't Durin just quietly reach the seventh ring? As I recall, he was just a junior warlock this time last year." Carl put down his equipment, walked to the office, and picked up the report. "What? He wants to go to the Great Wasteland. Because old Tallboy Czerny told him to stop hiding, he directly reached the seventh ring?"

"Sir, a message has been sent from a mage tower in another country that received the news, asking if this promotion is real."

"My waist hasn't healed yet, damn it! I'll go check it out myself." After saying that, Karl walked towards the door behind his assistant: "Help me prepare and ask Mrs. Salin from the Art Academy to help me set a coordinate."

"No problem, Your Excellency Carl, but is your waist really okay? The Bishop said your waist needs treatment."

"No problem, as long as I don't touch that kid Du Lin's mace again, there will be no problem..." At this point, the old legend who had already reached the door turned around and said: "Given the curiosity of the red robes, they probably won't listen to my advice even if I tell them. Tell me, how many guys have twisted their waists since yesterday?"

"From nine o'clock last night until now, His Eminence the Bishop of the Twin Mothers has not rested at all. The red-robed Lords have requested leave at a rate of 72 percent today." The assistant looked very serious, but her narrowed eyes and upturned mouth corners betrayed their owner.

"That's why I say that mages are like cats, but they are not as good as cats. Everyone says that cats have nine lives, but these idiots only have one lumbar vertebra." Carl rolled his eyes and pushed open the door.

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When Lord Karl came, Durin was undergoing an examination. When His Excellency the Bishop of the Original Creator heard that Durin was going to the Great Wasteland to collect folk songs, he came over immediately - what, Durin was mainly working for the Temple of the Twin Mothers? That didn't matter. Did our Lord and the Twin Mothers really need to be so clear about it?

This bishop really dared to say so, and Du Lin could only believe it - there was no other way, he really dared to say so, and the bishop of the original creator dared to say so, and the bishop of the Twin Mother Goddesses dared to respond so.

It's really a handful of dog food that will be fed forever.

"A genuine Seven Rings, no potions or miracle curses involved." Seeing Carl's questioning look, the old bishop of the Primordial Creator smiled and stepped aside. "If you don't believe me, you can come and have it appraised."

Du Lin had heard of extraordinary potions that could forcibly increase the user's level, but such forced advancement would only make it difficult or impossible for the user to advance in the future. The Miracle Curse, a term used among the extraordinary, involved a piece of flesh and blood sliced ​​from a special species. Consuming it granted a forced advancement, forcing the user to continue advancing through normal means and instead consume the flesh and blood repeatedly. With luck, they could advance all the way, but with bad luck, they would be doomed.

Du Lin's promotion was clean.

The bishop said so. His Excellency Carl stretched out his hand and cast a spell on Du Lin. He only took a glance and nodded: "Really not."

Then he happily reached out his hands and wanted to hug Du Lin: "You kid really surprises me... ha!"

Durin, who had not yet been lifted up, heard the deadly synchronicity between the legendary lord and his waist.

This old man doesn’t seem to be suffering from dementia. His lumbar disc herniation hasn’t healed yet. How could he forget?

Daju said with a sarcastic smile.

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After finally settling Karl Malone, who had suffered a relapse of his lumbar disc herniation, the Bishop glanced at Du Lin and asked, "Are you planning to go directly to the Great Wasteland, or are you planning to go to the Central Bank Province first?"

"Let's go to the Central Bank Province first." Du Lin replied with a smile.

"Is that so? You are indeed the son of the young and energetic Elsh. Well, when you return, give my regards to your grandfather." The old bishop smiled.

"I will definitely convey your message." Du Lin also smiled - you see, the old man saw through Du Lin's sinister intentions at a glance, but there is a saying that goes, as an elder, you can't force the young to travel at night in fancy clothes.

In fact, Du Lin also wanted to pretend, but sometimes there are always idiots with insufficient brains who naively think that your indifference to the world is a sign of weakness.

You should install what you need.

"...Oh, by the way, my Lord said, since you have decided to go back, remember to take this badge with you." His Eminence the Bishop suddenly handed over a cross medal: "Put it on and beat up some ignorant brats. As long as you don't cripple them, no one will make things difficult for you." "But what if someone forces me to cripple him." Du Lin did not take the medal.

"He's still alive, but he wasn't crippled." The old man knew Du Lin's plan. He smiled and pointed at the medal in his hand: "Take it, it's a gift from the Lord."

Du Lin took the thing and squinted at it subtly.

The favor of the anonymous person.

Special magical item.

Equipment location: belt buckle.

Item Effect: One extremely effective treatment for severe injuries per day.

Item Effect: Resist death once a week.

Item Description: Granted to grassland elf children who have divine instructions and are favored by the original creator.

I'm beginning to suspect that you are his illegitimate child. Otherwise, all this cannot be explained. I tell you.

Daju's words were full of surprise.

Du Lin looked at the medal in his hand, and finally raised his head to look at the smiling old bishop in front of him: "Is this really a reward from the original creator?"

"Of course. I can't possibly give out something so valuable." The old man watched Du Lin fasten it to his belt loop and nodded with some satisfaction. "Okay, son, since you have no problem, I have to go. Remember our oath."

"Of course, Your Excellency, I'll take you there."

Du Lin personally escorted the bishop out of the school gate until the carriage drove away.

"I took a week off and promised to have fun with you." Anta was still a little unhappy.

"It's okay, I'll take a leave to accompany you, it's the same." Du Lin smiled and reached out to stroke Anta's head.

"What about your house?"

"Leave it to the landlord and let him take care of it. At worst, I can just pay more rent."

Anyway, several mines have been removed and the things in the basement have been put into private space, so money is really not a problem.

As for the egg, that's a minor issue, but it can be kept in foster care for now. If I'm not mistaken, it should still be about nine days away from hatching.

Then what is there to worry about?

Thinking of this, Du Linping raised his left hand.

The next second, Hemer flapped his wings and landed on his owner's arm.

"Hemer, I'll take you to the capital of the Central Bank Province. There are your relatives and a larger hunting ground." Du Lin smiled when he said this.

There are also countless pigeons, you will definitely like them.

(End of this chapter)