Durin's Diary

Chapter 62 This Man Comes from the Tower
"I understand." At the door of his house, Du Lin watched the assistant from the embassy get on the carriage, feeling a little regretful.

He wrote a letter, telling Tony that he could not accompany the two brothers tomorrow because of the invitation from the embassy. Du Lin put the letter into the mailbox, then hung it on Hemer's leg and asked her to deliver the letter to Stark's house.

After finishing the work, Du Lin felt that he had nothing to do next. After thinking it over, he decided to buy a new set of clothes for his aging self.

But before he could take this step, he saw a tall, thin man in a suit driving a motorcycle turning from the end of the road.

The tall and thin man in a suit is of the Andilobe species, which is also a branch of the high-hoofed species. It has a pair of long and sharp horns pointing to the sky, so it can be considered an antelope.

He was riding a high-grip Harley motorcycle and was coming at lightning speed.

Du Lin was very familiar with this car - if the gun was Du Lin's stepping stone to enter the Craftsmen's Guild, this car was Du Lin's door hammer to enter the Engineering Association. Before Gintama came out, Du Lin had modified the motorcycle that originally existed in this world, replacing the steam cylinder with an arcane cylinder. Although the cost per 100 kilometers increased fourfold, the speed was directly increased from the previous 40 miles per hour on the road and the lowest ground effect of only 12 miles per hour off-road to 170 miles per hour on the road, and the high speed of 120 miles per hour off-road.

Nowadays, all private couriers and postmen who deliver small goods are using this kind of motorcycle, because of its fast speed, high cost per 100 kilometers and high efficiency ratio, and most importantly, it is very cool. All delivery couriers and postmen admit that customers are very interested in their mounts and are willing to hire them and sign long-term contracts because of their fast speed.

Of course, there are also many individual users, and customers with spare money in their pockets like this cool vehicle.

It's much more exciting than a horse-drawn carriage.

The rider arrived at the door of Durin's house and looked at Durin: "Sir Durin Elsh?"

"Yes." Du Lin nodded.

The rider parked his carriage and walked over to Dulin. He first displayed the crest of the family he served, then handed him an invitation. "I am the steward of the Alkin family. I have been assigned by my master to bring you an invitation to the dinner the day after tomorrow. Your carriage will arrive at 3:40 p.m. the day after tomorrow. The Alkin family would be honored if you were to attend."

The Alkin family, another real ducal family of the Northern Kingdom, owns the southwestern province and is also the richest family. The Alkin Chamber of Commerce has moved into Lublin, and the caravans traveling back and forth have also told Dulin about the generosity and wealth of the Alkin family and the prosperity of its territory.

Du Lin accepted the invitation with a smile: "Thank you for the invitation, Your Excellency the Duke. I will bring my kindness and smile with me."

"That's great. I will go back and tell my master the good news. Please do as you please, sir." After the butler said this, he got in the car and drove away.

Du Lin stood at the door in silence for a while, and finally decided to proceed according to the original plan - he had already found a men's clothing store, which was just one street away and was large. The store was called Savoy Fashion.

Yes, it’s the ‘her store’ that Alyssa mentioned.

Du Lin, now dressed as an old man, pushed the door open and walked in. Little Red Deer, who was discussing something with an elder at the counter, noticed Du Lin's arrival. She came up to him in a white formal dress that was completely different from the other employees and said, "Sir, welcome to Savoy Fashion Store. The clothes here are all Savoy's most popular styles."

Miss Alyssa Idar, I really didn't expect that your taste in clothing would be so disastrous. Don't you understand that wearing men's clothes will only make your poverty more obvious?

When Durin thought of this, he felt a little regretful. It seemed that all the beauty of the Redil species could not be displayed on Alyssa.

Du Lin smiled and nodded as he sighed. Years of smoking had given the elderly Du Lin a smoky voice. He bent down to take a closer look at the little girl. "I want to buy a windbreaker."

Today, Du Lin is wearing an old windbreaker, and the clothes he wears are also bought from second-hand vendors. Du Lin spent a lot of effort on makeup to buy these.

I came here today just to buy a few more changes of clothes.

The little red deer blushed, but she still took Du Lin to the windbreaker area and personally chose a lead-gray windbreaker for Du Lin: "How old are you, sir?"

She asked this question as she handed over the windbreaker.

Du Lin thought for a moment and said, "One hundred and one years old." He reported his own aging age.

"You must be a half-elf. I don't think your physique looks like that of a human." Alyssa was a little surprised. She looked at Durin as if trying to find some evidence.

After thinking about his current situation, Du Lin nodded as if it was a matter of course.

After all, in this life, I am indeed half-elf.

Hearing this answer, the little red deer couldn't hide the joy on her face. She guided Du Lin to the mirror wall. Looking in the mirror, Du Lin saw an old man with a slicked-back hair, a beard, and a gray windbreaker. He looked energetic.

Old man, you don't look like an old man at all.

Du Lin smiled and sighed in his heart, then bent down again and looked at the little deer that just reached his chest. Senior Sister Alyssa was really not even 1.5 meters tall: "How old are you?"

“I’m sixteen years old.” Alyssa puffed out her chest, trying to act like an adult.

Du Lin smiled and reached out to rub the deer's head, but did not touch its horns. After all, the horns of female deer are not something that ordinary boys can touch.

"You're so young." Du Lin smiled dotingly. Looking at her, it was as if he was seeing those deer-like classmates he first met in the tower when he was young.

“I’m an adult.” Alyssa was startled, but still argued with a red face.

"Sir, it's not just talk." Du Lin smiled and reached out to take the hat handed to him by the old deer lady who had been discussing with the little deer before.

"Thank you, sir. My grandson is rarely as talkative as he is today." There was joy in Mrs. Old Deer's eyes, but more of it was vigilance.

Du Lin took a look at the flat hat in his hand, put it on happily, and then selected some trousers, vests, shirts and windbreakers.

"Add one more dollar, how much is it in total?"

After paying, the vigilance in Mrs. Deer's eyes was replaced by surprise because she saw Durin's hidden blade wrist guard.

She looked at Dulin and made a six-point handprint on her chest: "Welcome to Savoy Style, guest, where are you from?"

"Ezio Auditore, from Florence." Dulin said this with a sense of caution in his heart - Savoy and Farol were both from the south, and he thought he had learned the Florentine accent, but true gold is not afraid of fire, and false gold cannot become true.

Mrs. Old Deer smiled and said, "Florence is a good place, but it's still too far from Savoy. Sir, which branch of the Trinity are you from?"

The Triarchal Order is a respectful name given to the Assassin's Order by outsiders after the split of Hassan al-Sabah's Assassin's Order. The three branches are now in opposition, namely the Assassin's Court, the Crimson Order and the Wasteland Order.

The Assassin's Court, affiliated with the Gamida Theocracy of the Original Creator, is responsible for assassinating and purging individuals and organizations that have ties with the evil god. They despise the Wasteland Society and hate the Crimson Group, calling them lost people and traitors.

The Crimson Gang, this group of assassins forgot the original purpose of the establishment of the cult and became a killer organization that would not do anything without profit. The Crimson Gang's hatred for its two branches is visible to the naked eye, and they call each other running dogs and wild dogs.

The Wasteland Society, the assassins still walking in the wilderness, maintain the original traditions of the order. It is said that a family descended from Hassan's illegitimate son now leads these assassins. They look down on the Assassin's Court that has become the running dogs of the Theocracy, and they also resent the Crimson Order that has abandoned its creed.

Du Lin just thought they were quarreling. According to the history books, when Hassan, the chief mentor of the Assassin's Order, died, the three children lost their mentor. They each took a stand on the traditional choices and eventually split into this form.

So he shook his head: "I come from the tower."

Tower. In his previous life, Du Lin felt that he was not worthy of this title, because he had gone astray and made mistakes, and was not worthy of using this sacred name to decorate himself.

But here, Du Lin cannot disgrace his origins - he was a child who had no parents since he could remember and could only struggle to survive in an orphanage. He is where he is today because of his mentor who led him into the tower. As a person, one must not forget his roots, and must not forget where he came from.

"High tower..." Mrs. Deer pondered, seemingly unconvinced. But such an old lady would certainly not show her doubts and disbelief on her face. She smiled and took the change handed over by the little girl and put them in Du Lin's palm.

Du Lin smiled and took out a five-Savoy silver coin and placed it in front of the girl. "How did you choose me from the beginning?" "Your ring, I saw a similar one on my junior classmate Du Lin's hand." Xiao Lu explained why she was so familiar with him. "How could Mr. Du Lin have the same ring as you?"

"Well, we met on the ferry to Copenhagen." Du Lin replied with a smile, and at the same time sighed in his heart - there is really no shortage of careful people in this world.

"So that's how it is. You must have helped Durin. I heard that grassland elves are not good at giving ornaments to others." Having said that, the little deer began to talk a lot.

"Mr. Durin is so cute." The little girl finally came to her senses after mumbling to herself, "Oh, I'm so sorry for keeping Grandpa Ezio talking for so long."

"It's okay. I know this kid named Du Lin. If you like the ring, I can tell him and ask him to make one for you."

"How can I do that? I've only met him a few times." The little deer held his face with both hands, looking like a lost little deer.

But doesn’t Du Lin already know you?

Du Lin smiled and said that he would definitely convey the message, then said goodbye to Mrs. Lao Lu.

By this time, the old woman had completely understood what was going on. She smiled as she escorted Du Lin out of the shop and said, "Sir, if you ever return to the south, please visit the Idar family. They will welcome you."

Du Lin nodded, put on his hat, squinted his eyes, shook hands with the old woman and said goodbye.

Raful Putul Idar

Assassin's Path Ladder 5

Assassin's Court Branch: Holy Ordain Bannerman
Attributes:
Power: 17
Agility: 21
Constitution: 11
Intelligence: 12
Perception: 19
Charisma: 17
You have aroused the old lady's curiosity, Du Lin, but be careful, this is a genuine native of the assassin world.

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After seeing off the guest, Mrs. Lu returned to the store and looked at her juniors, she sighed softly.

That old man's realm was obviously not high, and he seemed to be only at the ninth level... But he put great pressure on her. Could an old man with such a kind smile really be at only this level? How could it be possible? He must have some mysterious ability to conceal his strength.

Besides, what does it mean that Du Lin can personally make equipment for him? Of course, it means that a mysterious old assassin is serving a thirteen-year-old future master craftsman.

Regardless of the purpose and motivation of this service, it means that even if Du Lin does not have his own grandfather, he still has enough ways to win people's hearts.

He is only thirteen years old, and his future achievements will surely be limitless.

Thinking of this, the old woman walked to the side of the younger generation and said, "My little Alyssa, you took too much risk today. The family asked you to get close to Du Lin, not to seek death."

"Everyone says that the young master from Lublin has his own way of dealing with people. After observing him for a while, I think it's true. Today, I saw the old man who is related to him, so I had to try to get close to him." The little deer girl played with the silver coin, rolling it between her fingers. "He said he was 101 years old. What do you think, grandma?"

"I'm not lying. Neither my heart rate nor my expression shows any sign of deception. When I rubbed your head, you were much more affectionate than me."

"Yes, it reminds me of grandpa." Having said that, the grandfather and grandson fell silent at the same time.

Finally, the old woman smiled and reached out to scratch her granddaughter's nose. "Since that old man said he knew Du Lin, then let's just assume he wasn't exaggerating. On the day of the academy festival, go get close to Du Lin and see if he's serious."

"Well, leave it to me." The girl nodded seriously.

A new guest arrived, a girl, and Melinda, who was the same age as her, went to greet her.

The old woman sat on the chair, recalling how the old man had just walked in. The shop had double sliding doors, and when he pushed the door in, he pushed the right door, but used his left hand.

He must have a gun in his arms, and he is good at using his right hand, so that if there is an enemy on the left, he can immediately draw his gun and shoot.

At the same time, the heavy wooden door he pushed open could also be his cover—there were countless spells and abilities that could make the wooden door indestructible.

The first step he took when entering the door was to step forward with his left foot. He leaned out and glanced at the store inconspicuously. If there was any danger, he could retreat immediately.

He must have the ability to save his life, that's why he is so bold.

His granddaughter had some mediocre abilities, which she had already used, but the old man was completely unmoved and even rubbed her head dotingly.

These days, being able to withstand a spell with just willpower and remain unmoved is a rare feat.

He said he was from the tower.

Where is the tower...?

Where again.

The old woman didn't know, but she suddenly discovered that cuteness... was really the grassland elf's biggest camouflage.

Mr. Du Lin, I am really curious about how you know such a terrifying assassin, but this curiosity also spurs me not to seek death.

Among assassins, this is the most difficult information to conceal.

What's more, he also has equipment made for him by Du Lin himself. What does this mean... This mysterious old assassin is serving a thirteen-year-old future master craftsman.

Regardless of the purpose and motivation of this service, it means that even without his grandfather, Du Lin still has enough ways to win people's hearts.

Hunters from the north, assassins from the south, demon hunters from the east, and inquisitors from the west... countless people will unite under his banner for the sake of equipment - at least they will not become his enemies.

Because becoming an enemy of a master craftsman is a foolish decision.

Think about it, Dulin is only thirteen years old, and his future achievements will definitely be limitless. The Idar family must master such high-quality paternal genes.

That’s right, the Idar family is a family ruled by women, and every generation of children in the family is the descendant of the most outstanding men of the time.

It's not that the Idar family is weird, but that boys from the Idar family, no matter how healthy they are at birth, will eventually not live to adulthood due to various diseases.

For this reason, the Idar family accepted another path - accepting the curse of giving birth only to girls.

This is... the fate and price paid by the Idar ancestors who betrayed the cult.

Perhaps one day, a Grand Master of Assassins will emerge, unite the three branches of the Triarchal Order, ignite the Seat of Eternal Flame in the Eagle's Nest, and allow the major families to return to the order, wash away the curse, and escape from suffering.

But before that day comes, the Idar family can only continue to endure and continue to be ravaged by this endless fate.

Until the dead.

　The chapter title is taken from This Man is from Earth
　　
　
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