Durin's Diary

Chapter 914 If you don't write it, plenty of others will write it for you.
When the deer demon Lao Xiao arrived, he was carrying a mission—he was there on behalf of the old general to find Du Lin, saying that the capital had finally realized they hadn't sent a military supervisor to Du Lin, so they had hastily found one for him.

Dulin thought to himself, "This is exactly what I wanted to do, brother. You really are a jinx."

But there was nothing he could do, so Dulin had to return to Weicheng, because he heard from Old Xiao that the old general was waiting for him at the teleportation array with his men.

However, Dulin didn't forget Anta either. As for Melinda, her rabbit spirit is now searching the world with another rabbit spirit for a sucker to catch the 10mm armor-piercing bullets in their gun barrels.

Dulin opened a short portal and took Anta back to where the dream began, or in layman's terms, the teleportation center where Dulin had initially come from.

The gate here has now been removed—it's been used to reinforce the trenches outside the position.

So Du Lin saw the general of Zhennan Pass from afar. The old man was wearing a crisp military uniform, and a small dragon was standing next to him. Although the dragon's back was to Du Lin, making it impossible for him to see its appearance, judging from the scent, it was definitely Xiang Shu.

It must have been that upon hearing Dulin's footsteps, the little candle dragon turned its head and saw Anta beside Dulin.

Anta was silent for a moment, then looked at Dulin: "You're the one who found this?"

The language used is Westland Faroese.

“What do you mean I found her? The emperor here gave her directly to me; she’s his great-granddaughter,” Dulin replied in Faror.

“This is quite a spending spree.” Anta smiled after saying this. She walked up to Dulin and came to Xiangshu: “I am Dulin’s legal wife, Anta Ne Ersh. Hello.”

She spoke in standard Tang language, and she reached out her hand.

Without a word, the little girl from the imperial family grasped the hand that represented friendship: "I am Xiang Shu. You must be the Anta that Sister Lina, Sister Lan En, and Sister Melinda mentioned. You are so beautiful."

Oh no! Your Anta has always been called cute, and this is the first time a woman has said she's pretty. How can this little princess of the emperor be so good at judging people?

Eleven was so angry that he slapped his own non-existent thigh.

Could Anta really have been fooled by this girl? This Xiang Shu is nothing like Lan En, who is quiet and has the demeanor of a well-bred young lady. She has a strange feeling about her!

Daju and Dulin said this.

Dulin, however, thought it unlikely; Anta wasn't that easy to fool.

………………

When Melinda returned to the citadel wall with her gun, she saw Dulin sitting in his office, engrossed in writing.

She walked over with some curiosity and saw Dulin writing a report in Tang script: "Wow, Dulin, you can write Tang script now?"

“Yes.” Dulin sighed as he said this—he had overestimated his Anta’s resistance to the word “beautiful.” Xiang Shu, the little dragon with an explosive sense of humor, had amused Anta with just a few words, so now she was taking Anta on a tour of the city—as the military supervisor, she certainly had that authority.

However, since she took Anta with her, the task of writing the report for Dulin fell on Dulin's own shoulders.

"Then take your time writing," Melinda said, turning to leave.

“You still haven’t told me how your new big rabbit apprentice is doing.” Dulin called out to Melinda, gesturing for her to sit down in a chair at the table. “Now that everyone’s alone, it’s just you and me chatting. Tell me about it.”

"She's a nice person, but her marksmanship isn't great. However, considering that she's only ever shot about 800 meters before, it's understandable that she's having trouble getting used to shooting at 2,000 meters. Besides, she used to use iron sights and has never used a scope before, so it's understandable that she's having trouble adjusting."

“No, she’s just a mortal. Can a mortal shoot at 800 meters?” Du Lin had barely asked when Eleven started listing examples. It rattled off a list of historical powerhouses, all from Eleven’s timeline, who, despite the lack of high-powered scopes, had achieved incredible long-range shooting results. “Yes, soldiers in Changtang need to hit ten targets with fifteen bullets within 800 meters to become sharpshooters.” Melinda sighed. “When I first met you, you were already a superhuman, but I still wasn’t confident I could hit a target at 800 meters. So, to me, Changtang’s mortal sharpshooters don’t seem mortal at all.”

Dulin nodded understandingly: "Then you should teach them properly."

“Of course, you’re not going anywhere anytime soon, so I’ll teach them properly.” Melinda said, looking at Dulin’s hands that were frantically writing, “Speaking of which, aren’t you afraid of making mistakes while you’re chatting and writing with me?”

"Don't worry, I'm not some old man in his forties or fifties suffering from serious illnesses," Du Lin retorted.

“I have a feeling that you’ll suffer for this constant rambling.” Melinda rolled her eyes, then got up and walked towards the small building: “Oh right, I’m going to take a shower, it’s so hot in here.”

"I've already prepared the water for you." Dulin thought to himself, "Why did I spend five minutes making so much water? It's all for everyone to have free access to bathwater."

"Want to come along?" the rabbit spirit asked with a smile.

"No, I have to finish the report first, otherwise some old men will come crying to me because they haven't seen this, and that would be a huge problem. It's like I owe them something, it's infuriating." Du Lin said, his murderous intent rising suddenly.

The General's Mansion and his Emperor brother had only intended for Xiang Shu to come and help Du Lin write a report, but who would have thought that this little girl was both a thief and a wicked person?

There are indeed reasons why your daughter can't get married.

"Then I'm leaving." Melinda said, leaning the gun against the rack next to her, and then pushed open the door to the small building.

Du Lin continued typing, feeling a bit wistful – writing reports like this was something from decades ago in his previous life. When Du Lin first started as a cleanup crew member, he wrote reports for a while, but after hearing that his reports had caused the younger members to get scolded every time he returned from a mission, he gradually stopped writing reports.

As for why.

As a cleanup crew member, all the targets that the young people couldn't kill were killed by Dulin. Since that's the case, why bother writing a report that makes the young people get scolded?

On this land, one person is enough to shed blood and make a sacrifice.

But damn it, this report is really hard to write. Dulin racked his brains to recall the previous intelligence and put it into words on paper, while frantically complaining about his past—why did I have to write this stuff in my next life? I might as well be a cleanup crew member, killing but not burying people in other people's homes. That would be better than sitting here writing this crap.

I'm so angry I'm numb.

With that thought in mind, Du Lin hurriedly finished writing the last paragraph and then handed it to Eleven to proofread.

He opened the cigarette pack, ready to enjoy a cigarette, when he heard Xiang Shu and Anta's voices.

"Sister, you have such good taste," she praised Anta.

Anta smiled happily.

Dulin wore a bitter expression, unsure how to deal with this girl who seemed to have a knack for stealing.

If you do too much of this kind of thing—killing but not burying—you'll stop doing things that involve human relationships and favors.

It’s so infuriating.

(End of this chapter)