Durin's Diary

Chapter 398: Home Far Away
At noon, the girl that Du Lin had rescued from the beach finally woke up.

She first opened her eyes, looked at the ceiling, checked herself, and then naturally found the blanket on her body.

Then, the aroma from the kitchen made her sit up.

This made Maria notice her: "You're awake."

The unfamiliar voice startled her, but she soon breathed a sigh of relief - it was obvious that she was saved, her clothes were not changed, and she did not feel any discomfort. More importantly, the Maria who walked in was just a little wolf cub, a little girl at that.

She looked around.

A kitten is standing on a small chair and cooking food.

Then she saw Du Lin sitting at the table.

She was a little hesitant about Zhulong's appearance and exotic attire, but she finally mustered up the courage: "Okay, it was you and your servant who saved me."

Du Lin smiled and nodded. It was not surprising to Du Lin that the girl in front of him spoke Changtang language. It was said that in this area, Changtang people in distress could be seen from time to time, and protecting Changtang people would usually earn good thanks.

This is exactly what Du Lin needs - what better development than Zhulong, who was born in a foreign country, saving his fellow villager Changtang.

"The one cooking is my maid, this is the child of my subordinate, and what about you?" Du Lin asked in Chang Tang language.

The language of Chang Tang is not much different from the southern Thai language that Du Lin knows. It seems that there is no difference between the two sides in their choice of official language.

"In reply to your Excellency, I am Lin Ruyi, a native of Qiantang, New Hangzhou. I came with my father to explore the Western Continent. Our ship was attacked by green-skinned barbarians, and I accidentally fell overboard. I have been adrift on the sea for two days and have already fainted once. When I woke up again, I was here."

Didn't lie.

Eleven and Daju stamped the girl's name.

"I see. You're quite unlucky, but don't worry. Those who survive a disaster will surely find good fortune in the future. I can help you send a message to the Chang Tang Merchant Guild in Yongzhu Fortress in the Great Wasteland, or I can take you there directly. But I think it's best for you to rest for a few days first." At this point, Du Lin noticed the young woman staring at him: "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Senior, when did you come to the Western Continent? I have never seen a Zhulong like you with the appearance of a dwarf fairy in several Zhulong families." The girl asked curiously.

"It's a good thing to be curious. Anyway, there are people in Changtang who know about my existence. My grandmother's surname is Mo, maybe you will know her." Du Lin said with a smile.

Dwarf goblin, is this the nickname of the grassland elf in Changtang? It’s not very nice, but forget it.

The girl named Ruyi was stunned for a moment, then her eyes widened: "That Miss Mo who left New Hangzhou decades ago!"

"My grandmother is really a celebrity." Du Lin put down the newspaper in his hand with a smile.

Lin Ruyi in front of him was shocked: "Sir, you said you are her grandson, you are so powerful, you are not kidding me."

"Do you think an old Zhulong would recognize a little girl as his grandmother?" Du Lin asked with a smile.

Lin Ruyi thought for a moment and said, "That's right. I heard my father mention it as well. He said that Mr. Zheng Zhilin, the fleet leader of the Changtang Southern Chamber of Commerce, once met Miss Mo's descendant Du Lin in the Western Continent... Are you Lord Du Lin?"

Du Lin nodded.

"They said you... you are only sixteen years old now! You are already a child of destiny. I don't even dare to look directly at your strength..." Lin Ruyi was a little nervous.

Du Lin looked nonchalant: "Come to think of it, why did you come to the Western Continent? Is it just to see the world?"

"Because your family, the Mo family, has offered a price. Anyone who can persuade you to return to Chang Tang will be given a large sum of money... We are quite short of money." ·The truth.

Eleven and Daju both laughed.

Du Lin smiled and shook his head: "It seems that your family has not had an easy life. What about the Mo family..."

"Black on top of earth and ink on the bottom, the same pronunciation as Mo."

Du Lin nodded: "Then tell me, what did you transport here this time?" Du Lin asked as he leaned back on the sofa.

"Changtang's silk and porcelain, and we are also planning to buy scrap metal from you." Lin Ruyi's answer was not unexpected to Du Lin - the wealthy people in the Western Continent had a natural desire for Changtang's silk; as for porcelain, the Alkin family had a set of tea sets that had been passed down for two hundred years, and it had reached the point where even the people of Changtang were jealous.

Because it is an old item fired in the No. 1 Kiln in the World, and the No. 1 Kiln was blown up into the sky in an accident a few years ago, so the No. 2 Kiln in the World is now in use.

"What do you want the old metal for?" asked Du Lin.

The young lady was a little speechless.

Du Lin thought for a moment and said, "Tell me, is it because you also need the Old Alloy?"

"If you know everything, don't ask me. I'm a python. If the Changtang government knew I was talking nonsense, our family would be finished."

"Okay." Du Lin didn't ask any more questions, but instead asked about Mo's recent situation.

It is certain that the name Mo Yan was a pseudonym given by his grandmother.

Mo is the mother's surname, and Mo is the father's surname - it's interesting because the two words have the same pronunciation.

"Your father's family is the Mohist school, and there haven't been any descendants of the Zhulong bloodline in recent generations. The last time Zheng Zhilin saw you, he mentioned it to New Hangzhou after returning. If he didn't say it, other Changtang merchants would definitely tell. So the Mohist patriarch is going crazy with worry."

"I told Zheng Zhilin that I won't go back. My last name is Elsh. I have a duchy, and now I have a principality. What can I have if I go back to New Hangzhou? Can I become a breeding tool for the Mohist school?" Du Lin asked with a smile.

"No, you will become the ruler of a country." Lin Ruyi answered seriously.

"Ah?" Du Lin's face was full of question marks.

The descendants of Zhulong will enter the Imperial Academy to study, and after completing their studies, they will go to the places where they are most needed. A pure-blooded Zhulong child like you, who has great power, coiled dragon horns, and a black-gold velvet tail, will become a lord with fiefdoms all around after passing the assessment of the Doctrine Academy.

"What is the Fourth Field Army?" Du Lin continued to ask.

"The Four Fields is the collective name for the newly developed lands of the Chang Tang Empire, including the west, north, south, and east sea. A true Zhulong will lead his people to establish a new fiefdom." At this point, Lin Ruyi looked at Du Lin. "The Mo family was granted the new Hangzhou because of their contributions to the country. However, our family has not produced a Zhulong in three generations. If we fail to produce a Zhulong child within two generations, the Sheji Hall will deprive us of our fiefdom."

"No wonder they came looking for me." Du Lin smiled, but remained unmoved.

Du Lin finally understood why his grandmother would rather give up everything and leave.

If she stays in New Hangzhou, her life will only be dominated by her family. When I was no longer Zhulong, you treated me like a piece of trash, but now you want to let her descendants go back.

What does the prosperity of your Mohist school have to do with me, Doolin Alsh?

(End of this chapter)