Durin's Diary

Chapter 907 Meeting
After sending the old wolf to find the oil barrel, Dulin turned around and plopped down in the rocking chair. At the same time, he turned his head and glanced at the red-skinned little boy holding a palm-leaf fan beside him: "What exactly are you..." "We are genuine Changtang people. If you don't believe me, Lord Dulin, just ask around in Weicheng."

The ruddy-skinned boy spoke fluent Changtang Mandarin, which made Du Lin even more curious: "Then what about your ancestors...?" "My ancestors were in Qiantang. My great-grandfather's generation said they went south to build a new south, so they came to Daliang City, and eventually to my place..." The boy hesitated for a moment.

"What?" Dulin tilted his head curiously, thinking that it would be perfect if this kid dared to say that my family had declined.

Hey, you old codger, you still can't forget that game?

Of course, this is a replica of the ancient game discovered in the Stasis Field, the Dark Dungeon that ultimately won countless honors in the original game.

Dulin sighed – the Old Era was an era of extremely developed entertainment. At that time, people could play all kinds of games and witness the Milky Way and the starry sea. But because of this, the ultimate entertainment brought a sense of emptiness to the era. People began to believe in various false gods. Then, it was time for the evil gods of the Warp to take over the market. The specific process was similar to this world. However, in Dulin's timeline, there was no Nameless Man mending the rift in the sky. So, with the arrival of the invasion, all living beings in the entire New World region were sacrificed, and everything was irreversible.

“What else could it be? In my father’s generation, he married a girl from South Borneo, who is my mother. My skin color is considered an atavism.” The child pointed to himself as he said this: “South Borneo is said to be on the other side of the sea. I don’t know where it is. When the Chaos army came, my mother’s branch of the clan fled to Changtang by boat. Many of them escaped, but those who did not escape were turned into bloodsuckers by the Chaos Evil God.”

Dulin nodded—they must be lucky, which explains it. The islanders who fled to Changtang survived, and although they were gradually assimilated by the people of Changtang, they still sometimes had children with red skin: "Your skin color is quite troublesome, isn't it?"

"Yes, joining the army is also troublesome. I can't serve in the south like my brothers. I can only go to Yumen or further north. There are no vampires there, so there is no risk of me being accidentally injured."

“That’s true.” Dulin nodded. For ordinary soldiers, seeing this kid at medium to long distance would really frighten them. Some might even react violently. If they encountered someone who would raise a hand and start a fire, whether this kid would survive would really depend on fate.

"I thought we were all doomed this time, since a group of vampires had already stormed the city walls, but then you arrived, sir." The child subtly blew on Dulin's clothes, which made Dulin smile and hand him a box of snacks: "Do you have a younger brother at home?"

"No, I'm the youngest in the family," the boy replied.

“Then share the food with them.” Dulin pointed to the dwarf children beside him. They were not strong enough to do hard labor, but they could carry documents and such, so they had done their part. With the Acropolis under attack, they needed work to have food.

"Then who will fan you, sir?"

"Of course I came by myself."

Dulin took the palm-leaf fan from the child's hand with the hand of a mage, gesturing for him to go and have some snacks with the children.

After the red-skinned brat left, Dulin fanned himself while looking at the road and said, "Since you're already here, why didn't you come to say hello?"

An old man emerged from the crowd; he was clearly a python demon. He smiled somewhat awkwardly and said, "As expected of a descendant of this old man, Commander, may you enjoy peace and prosperity."

"Stop with the nonsense, tell me who you are," Dulin said, raising his hand as he spoke.

The roadside grass instantly grew into a chair. The old man sat down on the chair: "I am Guo Huai, one of the seven generals under the command of General Zhennanguan."

"Mr. Guo, are you here today to deliver a message to the general?" Du Lin asked.

"Not at all. I was planning to plead for Luo's old wolf. The young man did something wrong, and I, an old snake, was thinking of asking you to spare his life." He wiped his nose as he said this: "I didn't expect that when I arrived, I would see that you gave him a way out."

"Don't thank me. I initially wanted to kill him, but I didn't want to die out my family line, so I gave him a chance. If he's tough, he can live, but if he dies on the battlefield..."

“That was his own fault. Lord Dulin’s kindness was already great enough. He didn’t survive because he was incompetent.” The old man bowed his head slightly as he said this: “I came here this time to thank you for saving the people of this city.”

"Speaking of which, I find it strange that there are still civilians in this city," Dulin asked.

According to Dulin, there shouldn't be any civilians on the front lines.

"There are fields cultivated by the local people in these mountains, mostly planted with drought-resistant crops. After all, if everything had to be transported from the north, there would be less to transport weapons and ammunition. As for why they don't grow much, the soldiers here are all relatives of the local people. If everyone eats a little less, the soldiers will still be able to eat their fill."

Dulin thought about it and realized that the reason the children liked his snacks so much was because they didn't usually eat enough.

"Then I awaken the mountains, which always causes trouble for everyone."

"Please don't say that, sir. We in Zhennan Pass can tell the difference between the bitterness of going hungry for a few meals and the bitterness of having our whole family killed by that demon army." The old man smiled and comforted Du Lin: "Besides, Daliang City is surrounded by fields, which are military fields cultivated by our southern people. At worst, we can burn more forests. It's still early, and replanting some won't be a problem."

At this point, he looked south: "With you here, we all have a pillar of support. Originally, when Master Mo... left, we all felt like the sky had fallen. But we never expected that Master Mo hadn't forgotten us."

"Actually, it was Prime Minister Luo who recommended me," Du Lin said with a smile.

"Luo Xiangguo is an extension of the old master's consciousness. You should know that he is the master's descendant, right?"

Dulin nodded. Although he could only be considered a grandson, the dwarves or grassland elves did not have this concept of distinguishing between insiders and outsiders. Just like old Ish, although Dulin was only an adopted child, as long as Dulin still bore the surname Elsh, his illegitimate son would never be able to be recognized.

This can be seen from when Dulin was a child.

After all, the young owner of a hotel is about the same age as Dulin. If he can take over, it's unlikely that Dulin will get the position.

(End of this chapter)