Durin's Diary

Chapter 19, Chapter 16.5: An'erto Iyer I
The little astrological dragon flew in from the open door and put the small tube containing the letter paper into An'erto Iyer's hand.

My granddaughter has been unexpectedly bold in recent days.

The white-haired old grassland elf sighed and grabbed a piece of firewood with his magic hand and threw it into the fire, while opening the small red tube.

When I opened the letter, it was filled with a girl's pride.

Grandpa, Du Lin completed the promotion today.

This is quite normal. Old Ish is lucky. Anerto has been inquiring about the reputation of the kid Durin for many years. He started out as an intermediary for the Adventurer's Guild, and later sent manuscripts to the Royal Publishing House in the north. He then started making guns at the age of 11.

This kid is really smart. He made a gun at the age of 11 and passed the certification of the Craftsmen's Guild. If Du Lin hadn't done all this right under his nose, he would have really seriously injured the guy who spread rumors about him - an 11-year-old gunsmith, you are kidding!
Although he is only a fourth-ring warlock now, in Anerto's opinion, this is related to the fact that Du Lin is not doing his job all day making guns and writing manuscripts, plus the false title of "little master" - although it is a good thing for the adults in each family to have the children in the town to be taken care of by the little master, but for Du Lin, being a little master is too much of a waste of life.

Even if you are a warlock, you still need time to practice combat and accumulate combat experience. Do you really think you can become stronger by just lying down?

How is that possible.

But considering the long-standing friendship between the Ayer family and the Elsh family, as well as his granddaughter's love for Durin, and the child's talent and hard work that he had seen, An'erto felt that he would be happy to see the two children get together.

You see, even though his energy was distracted by so many mundane things, this child Durin still completed his promotion in the last period of his twelve years old. He completed the promotion with only three rings, which proves that this child's warlock talent is already very good.

Although he and Anta are two children, one is a wizard and the other is a warlock, Durin is wise. The things he does are not something that ordinary children can do.

An'erto believed that two smart children would definitely not give birth to a child who was too stupid to learn the magic.

Thinking of this, An'erto looked at the second line of words.

He was promoted to the Candle Dragon Vein. I have never seen such a promotion in the Warlock Encyclopedia, Grandpa, do you know?

Elto, holding the letter in his hands, was silent for a moment. The old man tilted his head, then turned to look at his old butler: "Bring me the Old Era Encyclopedia in my study. It's on the desk."

The tall-hoofed and skinny butler turned and walked into Antor's study. After a while, he brought the heavy book to Antor.

The old butler with tall hooves held the book, and An'erto turned many pages. While turning the pages, he thought of the ancient times of this land. Before life was divided into races, people mostly used the four terms of bronze, black iron, silver and gold to distinguish the powerful races from the weak lives.

In that era, dragons were the standard sons of gold, elves of various races were the sons of silver, humans were the sons of black iron, and weaker ones were naturally humanoid creatures such as goblins of various bronze species.

And above the Golden Sons, there are terrifying beings like the Ancients.

According to legend, the Sons of the Ancestors are noble beings who obey the orders of the Ancestors. They are few in number, but each one has the ability to move mountains and fill the sea.

There are legends about them in the East and the West.

Among them, the Zhulong Vein is one of them.

To be honest, An'erto never believed such stories. Since he could remember, the ancestors were just stories in the library of the Mage Tower. The cities of the ancestors and their creations were indeed still there, but most of them had been destroyed by time.

As for the Sons of the Ancients... most of them have either perished or their bloodlines have been diluted over the course of time. Take, for example, Uccello. Among these Feathered Clans, there's a branch called the Red Feathers. They are the Sons of the Gods. Every Red Feathered Son is a noble spellcaster, but the last one died three centuries ago. Now, their bloodline has been completely diluted throughout the land, and even though some silver dragons have searched for their descendants, they've never found them.

So, at this moment, when his granddaughter told him that Durin of the Elsh family had ignited the Candle Dragon Vein... Elto was not surprised at all.

These old guys have all seen the girl with the long tail.

That was a lovely girl with beautiful long silky hair, a pair of thin horns as black as ink, and a dragon tail with an indigo carapace that was thin and long, with beautiful scales and fur.

At the beginning, they had some guesses and felt that such a child would have extremely noble blood even among the dragon species in the East.

It turns out that she really is of the Candle Dragon lineage.

Although there are rumors that her daughter did not choose her bloodline, but chose the silver dragon bloodline.

But Du Lin's choice today finally gave the older generation an answer to the mystery in their hearts.

It turns out that there are still descendants of ancestors in this world, it turns out that they still exist, and it turns out that their descendants can still awaken the pride passed down by their ancestors.

Finally, in the column of the chosen ones, An'erto saw the introduction of the Candle Dragon Vein.

When the Zhulong bloodline is just activated, there will be a lump on the forehead, and later a small dragon horn will grow; a dragon tail will grow on the upper part of the pelvis, which is slender and well-shaped, not as thick as the dragon species in the Western Land, and has extremely gorgeous scales, representing the fur that only the dragon species in the Eastern Land have.

Every child of the Zhulong vein can manipulate fire as easily as using their fingers, and is a natural-born seed of a master craftsman. According to legend, behind every magical weapon of the Changtang people, there are traces of the existence of the owner of the Zhulong vein.

Thinking of this, An'erto signaled his old butler to take the book away, and then he looked at the third line of words.

I heard that my mother has found someone to meet me tonight, so I will sleep in Dulin's place today. Please help me think of a way to hold my mother back. I don't like her arrangement. I am already an adult and have my own ideas.

An Erto smiled and looked at the old butler who had returned. "Inform the cooks that I'm hosting a banquet for His Excellency the Duke of Lublin tonight. Have them make the arrangements. I'll write a letter and you'll take it to His Excellency the Duke. He's at his villa on the other side of town today. Don't send it to the wrong person."

"Yes, sir, but the young master's wife..." "It's okay. We are inviting the whole family. We don't mind having one more distinguished guest. I believe my old friend Yi Xu will think so too."

After saying that, An Erto stood up and walked towards the study with a big laugh.

Yi Xu, you always say that I don't care about this family. In fact, I am the same as you. I am just too lazy to care about the younger generations. They have grown up and have their own ideas. They don't want to be bound by their elders anymore. This is normal.

Now my granddaughter has the same idea, and as her grandfather... I have to help her.

As elders, of course we are closer to our grandparents.

So I want to make sure my granddaughter gets what she wants and let her dreams come true.

Yi Xu, I believe you would think so too, right?

(End of this chapter)