Durin's Diary

Chapter 362: The Time It Takes for a Flower to Bloom

It took a day to enter Vienna. Du Lin first went back to the Everburning Nest to change his clothes.

Leave Reed to Melinda for protection, and leave the three cubs and their stepmother Kelsey to the girls.

Dühring and Lina travel north into Vienna.

Lina insisted on accompanying Du Lin here. In her opinion, the Central and South regions were too chaotic. If a person came here alone, even if he was a dragon, he would probably have some scales scraped off by those fearless guys.

Du Lin didn't believe it, but when they entered the door, the guard dared to ask them for money.

How could they be so clueless?

This is Eleven's doubt.

This is the first time I have seen a mentally ill person who has the ability to make money but not the ability to spend it.

This is the sigh of Big Orange.

Du Lin sighed and turned to look at the earth dragon in the caravan beside him. The latter shuddered, and his soul, which had been ravaged by time and capital, was suddenly repaired, and his eyes became much clearer.

So the next second, it broke free from the restraint of the goods, knocked the guards in the caravan to the ground with one tail, and rushed from the caravan gate. The old earth dragon weighing tons easily lifted several blind city guards into the sky.

When they went up to the sky, Du Lin used the Feather Falling Technique on them.

So, while listening to the screams, Durin stood between the earth dragon and the caravan guards, and lifted his hood to reveal his dragon appearance.

"If you don't want to die, get out of the way. Dragon Seed is doing his job, don't mess with your own life."

The guards obviously didn't want to die, so they looked at their boss.

A fat man ran over with a frightened look on his face, and when he was still some distance away from Du Lin, he began to slide to his knees.

A wizard laid ice for his master, and the fat man slid all the way over.

Shit, that works too.

Eleven and Daju chanted the name of the plant in unison.

"Uh... do we know each other?" Such an exaggerated way made Du Lin embarrassed.

"Young master, of course you don't know me, but I know you. When you followed Master Yi Xu to attend the meeting that year, I saw you from a distance. There is no other pair like yours in the whole Western Continent." Although the fat man was not good-looking, he flattered Du Lin so much that he made him feel embarrassed.

Considering that this person knew him, Du Lin softened his tone and said, "Okay, then you should treat this old earth dragon better in the future. If you really want it to retire, sell it to me and give it a good old age."

"I'll give it to you now." After saying that, he took out the earth dragon's contract very straightforwardly and handed it to Du Lin with both hands.

Du Lin nodded, took the Earth Dragon Contract, and paid the money on the spot - the cunning fat man wanted to run away, but Du Lin rolled the fat man back with his tail.

"If you want to survive in Lublin in the future, take the money and be nice to the old earth dragons. They can't talk, but they can easily crush you to death."

After saying that, Du Lin signaled him to get out quickly, and turned to look at the city guard reinforcements who were rushing over.

Only an old man came. He was wearing an old military uniform and a sword hung at his waist. He looked at Durin with drooping eyes and said, "Lord Durin of the Elsh family, you are a rare guest in Vienna today. It's these idiots who have no vision today. Their death will be in vain."

Du Lin nodded: "That's right, and they are not dead anyway. Go back and give each of them five whips. That's my reward." After saying that, Du Lin looked up at the unlucky guys who were slowly falling in the air using the Feather Falling Technique.

The death penalty can be avoided, but the punishment of life cannot be escaped. As a legend, Du Lin would not kill mortals at will. Using the death of an ant to show his majesty?

What a stupid idea! Who would think that a psychopath who crushes ants to death is a strong person?

"I thank you for your kindness on their behalf," the old man said, then wondered why Yu Dulin came here. "Why did you choose to come to Vienna, sir? Everyone says it's a poor, barren place, not necessarily a good one."

It seems that the Vienna of this world is not a music capital.

Daju sighed.

I'm really curious about your experiences. Although I don't quite believe it, I even have gods here, so I don't need a time traveler like you.

Eleven smiled helplessly.

Listening to the conversation between the two AIs, Du Lin opened the cigarette box to the old man and gave him a cigarette. This is the most common body language in this land.

"I came here today for a small matter, a common man, a karma." At this point, Du Lin stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, lighting a cigarette for the old man: "Zanan Kuben, do you know him? Oh, right, I haven't asked your name yet."

"Caesars Peterson-Adams, thank you for the cigarette... You mentioned Zanan Kuben, you see I'm old now, I really can't remember who this person is." The old man took a puff of cigarette, with some confusion on his face, which didn't seem fake.

Du Lin looked at the old man - a half-step legend. It was impossible for a person like him to have any relationship with an old gravekeeper. There were so many tragedies in the world, and no one could guarantee that what he heard was all.

So Du Lin changed the question: "So, do you know Baron Farnan of the Lawrence family?"

"I know this. I saw this old guy in church yesterday. What happened to him?" The old man was a little curious.

It seemed like no one knew when Zanan Kuben had committed the crime. Thinking back on it now, Du Lin broke out in a sweat - if it had happened earlier, when Farnan Lawrence had died of old age, it would have been a lot of fun.

Fortunately, he is still alive.

"I have something to discuss with him. I want to go see him now. Tell me where he usually hangs out." Du Lin answered evasively.

"On Wednesday he must have been fishing at a lake in the suburbs, and on Friday he would be at the tea restaurant run by the Church of the God of Nobility. But today is Monday, and he must be at home, watching over his grandchildren." Having said that, the old man gave an address, he was simply a role model in the industry.

"Thank you." Du Lin said, pointing with his finger.

A divine instruction struck the old man, healing all his hidden injuries.

This finger scared him a lot, but when he realized that he had gained the benefit, he kept thanking her.

"It's not easy to maintain your kindness in this poor and remote place as you say. I will give you a future. If you can complete the promotion within three years, you can also be a sword saint." After saying that, Du Lin took Lina into the city gate.

"Thank you for your guidance." The old man bowed to Du Lin behind him.

"Don't thank me, thank yourself for your persistence." Du Lin waved his hand.

After they walked away, Lina looked at Du Lin and said, "You are so kind, Du Lin."

"Not everyone can accept divine instructions. More often than not, my instructions only bring destruction."

At this point, Du Lin sighed somewhat sadly: "So, if he really cares, he should thank himself."

(End of this chapter)