Durin's Diary

Chapter 461 Little Trouble

Except Qingcheng, no one knows the old man's name.

Everyone only knew that the old man was a master who had lived for hundreds of years and had fought at Yumen Pass for hundreds of years. In the end, the military of Chang Tang was filled with his disciples and former officials.

In the end, the Privy Council transferred him back to serve as an idle inspector on the grounds that young people also needed military merit.

He didn't care about the truth or falsehood. After returning, he spent all day fishing by the West Lake. He met the emperor, his ministers, and countless people.

Everyone in New Hangzhou knows that if they want to find him, they just have to go to the lake and shout.

Such an old man suddenly came with Mr. Yan, and the guests in Changtang were talking about it and were full of curiosity.

Mrs. Lin seemed to know the two of them, perhaps having heard of them from her husband.

After completing the check-in formalities for the two, she looked at Du Lin and said, "These two are said to be legends of Chang Tang. Are you okay with that?"

"Anyway, he shouldn't be taken away as a son-in-law." Du Lin complained.

Mrs. Lin smiled slightly, and just then a little girl came to her with the account book, so she excused herself and left.

Du Lin was originally planning to escape, but before he could turn his idea into action, he was called over by the old man of the Yan family who called himself Qingchen.

"What delicious food do you have here? Take us two old men to see it."

As soon as the two guests arrived, they rented the second floor of the large mansion for half a year. Du Lin also lost a gold ingot that was confirmed to be pure gold according to the scan results.

Well, Du Lin reached out to catch the ingot and threw it to Lan En.

The little girl caught it, and then was knocked to the ground by the gold ingot in public and rolled over twice.

Du Lin felt as if his brain stem was about to atrophy - no, girl, aren't you Zhulong? Where is your strength?

Who is as rebellious as you!

How old is she? She has no idea what she is doing!

Daju and Eleven cursed angrily.

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After following the two old men out of the Everburning Nest, Du Lin finally heard some of Zhulong's ideas.

In the Tianshi Mansion, Zhulong is divided into yin and yang.

It's not a gender distinction.

Yin Zhulong is known for its magic and spells, while Yang Zhulong is known for its physical combat skills.

In addition to these, there is also a kind of Zhulong, who can master physical combat skills quickly and can learn magic spells and powers once taught.

In the history of Chang Tang, there are not many places that are so indifferent to food and drink, but there are three of them in Yongzhu Fortress today.

Du Lin counts as one, the old man counts as one, and Mr. Yan counts as one.

But the two elders said nothing until Durin brought them to the northern block near the Everburning Nest, which is the famous Four-Sided Snack Street in Evercast Fortress. There are many snacks, from the wonton shop run by the Chang Tang people to the sugar-laden cakes run by the Northerners.

There were so many exotic flavors, and the two old men discussed them one by one.

Du Lin is an old customer here. The same characteristics made the store owners curious. After the two old men walked away, a curious owner asked Du Lin about it.

It was the boss from Farol. This Dulin, needless to say, was definitely a spy from the Farol Intelligence Agency. But there was nothing to hide. The appearance of these two old men wouldn't take more than two days for everyone in the Western Continent to know.

"Legendary Master from Chang Tang, you are here for fun!" The young man was shocked, as if Du Lin was lying to him.
But he soon understood - how could Mr. Dühring lie to him?

"He looks younger than you, Mr. Dulin," the young man muttered. He then looked at Dulin and lowered his voice, "Mr. Dulin, do you have time to go back to Farol soon?"

"What do you mean?" Du Lin asked softly.

The young man handed over a small tube. "I don't know what's going on lately, but the pigeon population on our street has been decimated. Of the seven carrier pigeons, only one remains. And not to mention us, two batches of pigeons have died in the Northern Kingdom. This is urgent information, and I hope you can help me deliver it to the secretary."

Du Lin nodded, took the small tube, and at the same time glanced at Hemer who was resting on the roof across the road.

The latter hid the pigeon in his claws behind him.

Du Lin decided to pretend that he was blind. Just then, the old man called him, so Du Lin ran quickly to the two of them.

"This stuff is good." The old man said, pointing to the frosted bread on the counter.

Du Lin paid for it.

"Interesting! Do you have banknotes here?" Mr. Yan took one and said, "Interesting. It has magical powers... It belongs to Nuwa."

He handed the paper to the old man, who took it and touched it. "It is indeed from Nuwa. Obviously, divine power knows no boundaries. Whether we are dwarf goblins or grassland elves, we are actually the same kind. What an interesting answer. Whether it is the Twin Mother Goddesses or Nuwa, our goddess always plays a similar role in different places, doesn't she?"

Having said that, he returned the paper to Du Lin and took the bag of bread.

"When I was young, my family was poor and we couldn't afford to eat things like this. Later, I joined the army and bought frosted cookies for my brothers and sisters." When he said this, the old man happily picked up a piece and took a bite.

Du Lin said nothing, just listened.

Even though the old man was young, he should be only a few years younger than Zhao Tiancheng. After all, when the two of them appeared, the people from the Lin family and the Zheng family all treated them as juniors and kept their status very low.

I'm afraid his brothers and sisters have long become history, and his home is no longer the same home it used to be.

·From this perspective, what humans call eternal life is a cage, and they are right. What is the point of living so long? Knowing friends who come and go is nothing but illusion.

Eleven was inspired.

As for Eleven's sigh, Daju was dismissive.

But throughout history, how many people have regrets that have nothing to do with their lifespan? Heroes in both our previous world and our present world have all suffered from this.

So the two AIs threw the question to Du Lin.

Of course, Du Lin hopes that he can live without illness or disaster.

·That’s right, you are happier than anyone else when you think that you can be a bad guy’s father for the rest of your life.

Daju immediately exposed Du Lin's little thoughts.

Isn't this nonsense? I want to be the living father of all the bad guys in the world, kill the whole family of human traffickers on Monday, Wednesday and Friday, cut up the household registration books of treacherous officials on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday, and on weekends I can draw a lucky guy from the list of so many bad guys to reunite his family without the pain of separation. This is really a good day like living in a dream.

Du Lin followed the two old men and sighed, "It would be so cool if this were really possible."

Novels must be reasonable and cannot be written so excitingly because they are not realistic. People who read them will think, wow, your story is so fake, I give up on it.

The reality is different. You can do whatever you want without considering the rationality of the bullshit. If you don’t accept it, you will be killed with a stick.

(End of this chapter)