Durin's Diary

Chapter 1045 Nephew

The emperor of this land was old, and as usual, he woke up early.

He yawned, walked out of the bedroom, and stood by the door. Looking at the fifth brother standing in the yard outside, he smiled helplessly: "Tell me, what happened in the east of the city last night? Why is it so lively?"

Last night, a fire was seen rising in the east of the city. The imperial palace's celestial master observed from the watchtower and confirmed that it was just a fire coming from the sky, nothing too serious.

Yes, compared to the evil deeds of the previous night, such as someone striking the top of the Golden Palace with lightning and setting fire to the willows planted by the pond by the Emperor's grandfather with a series of fireballs, this is just a minor incident, really not worth mentioning.

“Last night, someone cheated at the table and was caught by the victim. According to the laws of the Tang Dynasty, cheating is punishable by having one's hand cut off. The victim wanted his hand cut off, but the other party took advantage of the victim being an outsider, so a fight broke out. Half of the house in the sky was torn down.” At this point, the big man could no longer hold back, and his expression turned completely broken: “Grandpa, is this the kind of trivial and petty thing that Chen Xiaohu usually gets involved in?”

"If all I ever encountered in my life were these trivial, absurd, and messy things, I'd be laughing in my sleep." The old emperor chuckled as he pointed to his fifth son—this boy had seen his share of storms on the front lines, but he hadn't considered that an ordinary life was actually the kind of beautiful life that countless people on this land dreamed of but could never attain.

“I thought Chen Xiaohu and the White-Headed Turtle Spirit were both back to enjoy their lives, but I didn’t expect one to be meddlesome all day long and the other to have white hair before he was even forty. They’re not as comfortable as I am as a soldier.” The Emperor’s fifth son yawned as he said this: “If there’s nothing else, I’ll go back and catch up on some sleep.”

"Once Xiaohu's injuries heal, you can go wherever you want. Look at you, all big and burly, you're really useless."

"Grandpa, you're right, but even the toughest person can't withstand staying up for two nights in a row."

The conversation between grandfather and granddaughter reached this point, and out of curiosity, the emperor asked another question—after all, the old lady from heaven was, after all, the emperor's wet nurse, and this favor was not insignificant.

"Who was causing trouble yesterday?" he asked.

"The ninth son of the Lin family," his grandson replied.

"It's that unlucky Prime Minister Lin again." The old emperor sighed as he mentioned this. Everyone said that Prime Minister Lin had nine sons, and he produced one who was a complete clown.

His ninth son got hooked on gambling at Yumen Pass and has been gambling non-stop ever since he came back. Although he is very skilled and can take responsibility for his losses, what happened yesterday? How could he have made someone so greedy?

Thinking of this, the emperor added, "Who is the aggrieved party?"

"Dulin's grandfather." His grandson answered, grinning like a fool in a New Year's painting.

The emperor himself laughed so hard he looked like he was rolling on the ground.

He was even starting to want to meet this little old man, the elfin spirit of the grasslands.

"So, were the hands chopped off?" Thinking of this, the old emperor asked again, which was unnecessary.

There's no way around it; wanting to watch a spectacle is human nature, especially a spectacle in Lin Xiangguo's country—everyone loves to watch.

"They didn't manage to cut it down. Yesterday at noon, Dulin's grandfather and his party took a lot of tea, fruit and snacks from Prime Minister Lin. And as you know, Dulin's grandfather is blessed by a god whose role is luck, so his luck is terrifyingly strong."

"I see. Then you go back and get some sleep. Grandpa will throw a banquet for these old men and have a drink with them. You, your third brother, and the sixth, seventh, and eleventh brothers will come and keep us company." The old emperor shook his head with a smile.

Even in old age, one can still have something to eat; isn't that wonderful?

………………

When Du Lin heard that his grandfather had gotten into a fight last night, taking down all the bodyguards Lin Xiangguo had arranged for his ninth son, and even demolishing half of the shop, he finally couldn't hold back his anger—"What are you old fogies doing? Didn't you agree not to drink? How did you manage to fight and destroy half a shop? And you say the other side cheated? That's fine, but did you kill them?" Then, upon hearing that the cheater hadn't been killed, Du Lin was about to unleash his fury when he learned that the cheater was Lin Xiangguo's ninth son, and he finally sighed.

This is what a tragic entanglement looks like.

Let the old men handle it themselves. Dulin is going hunting with Melinda today—the person who invited her is the wife of the emperor's grandson, the fifth in line. It's said that because Dulin killed four evil gods, Shanhaiguan no longer needs so many people, and frontline elders like him and his wife have been sent back home.

There's no way around it. After serving in the military for almost twenty years, it's time to go back and have children. Otherwise, even if neither side is in a hurry, the parents will be anxious to death.

That makes a lot of sense.

However, it's normal for people to be sensitive to things immediately after returning. For example, the tall and strong orc in front of Dulin doesn't exist in the Western Continent. In Changtang, he's called a Pegasus Demon—but now he's a Pegasus, no longer a Demon.

You know what, that blond hair and golden tail are actually quite nice.

She was over 1.8 meters tall, holding a large bow, and shooting arrows at a speed that defied the laws of physics without even panting.

Compared to Melinda, she was carrying a gun and looked like this person's maid, but the gun in her hand was really more useful than a bow.

So it quickly turned into Melinda teaching this Pegasus how to use a gun.

Dulin, a tourist, sat in the men's section, drinking juice and playing chess with Xiao Laoqi—in the sweltering heat, Dulin didn't want to move for a moment.

The fifth brother of the seventh brother was even worse off. He had spent twenty years in the north, and when he returned to Beijing, his only thought was how hot the south was.

Old Seven and Dulin laughed so hard.

"Brother, why don't you come over here? We have a parasol." Little Seventh Brother invited.

“No, I’ve stood guard all night in the wind and snow. This little bit of sun won’t hurt me.” The big guy said, grinning at Du Lin. “I’m sorry to have made you laugh, young Mr. Du Lin.”

Dulin shook his head, looking at his dark circles under his eyes: "My grandfather caused a ruckus in the middle of the night yesterday, he must have kept you very busy."

"That's true. When we arrived, your grandfather transformed into a Western Dragon and unleashed a breath that covered half a street. He was truly formidable."

As soon as Dulin mentioned it, the big guy transformed into a snake and swam upwards following the stick.

"Ah, can Dulin's grandfather transform into a dragon?" Little Seven was terrified.

"Anyone with the ability can transform into a West Dragon, it's nothing special." After comforting Little Seven, Du Lin tossed a bottle of soda to the big guy: "Come sit here for a bit, and when your wife finishes her shooting practice, you can help carry the prey."

Dulin was right about that.

In this hunting ground, there is nothing that Dulin's 10mm long-cased bullet cannot hit.

(End of this chapter)