Durin's Diary

Chapter 920 Pawning for Wine

Sitting in the rocking chair, Dulin looked at the little dragon Xiangshu sitting at the table. Ever since he killed those red-skinned, so-called twin princes two days ago, this girl had been sitting here writing reports.

I sneaked a peek over during the National Day holiday and came back to say that this girl has a real talent for writing, much better than that guy with the nickname "Slender Waist of Four and a Half Feet".

As for this slender man with a waist of four and a half feet, he is said to be a scoundrel, an author from an era before humanity had escaped gravity.

But Dulin was also puzzled as to why Eleven could still be remembered despite being a scoundrel. Eleven had a perfectly valid reason for this.

This bastard wrote over a dozen books in his old age, then died, and was ultimately named one of the worst authors.

That was indeed the worst author; he was so wicked that he actually committed suicide to stop updating his work.

Du Lin agreed—after all, he also enjoyed reading novels when he was young, and the old folks of that era loved to "die and stop updating." The older the man, the more he liked to start a new project, then switch to something else halfway through, claiming that his inspiration had disappeared.

I think you're risking your life.

Unfortunately, he stopped updating by committing suicide, so you can't scare him at all.

That being said, in Dulin's eyes, those two red-skinned brats were no match for him. Dulin smashed one of them in the head with a single blow of his mace, and the other one, seeing this, shouted "Brother!" and rushed over to fight Dulin to the death.

Unfortunately, he was completely outmatched by Dulin in a contest of strength, and was torn apart by Dulin's bare hands.

This guy dares to call himself a prince, and even the number one person below the Great Demon? Du Lin also had some doubts about the evaluation of Chang Tang, after all, they really were quite weak.

Then I got roasted by Big Orange.

Do you really think your stats are like a human's?

Dulin wanted to argue, but in the end he was speechless—forget it, humans can't stoop to the level of AI.

At this moment, Anta walked over, stood behind Xiangshu, looked her over, and then smiled at the somewhat nervous little dragon: "Why are you covering yourself up?"

"I thought it was Mr. Dulin spying on us." After saying that, the little dragon looked at Dulin with a guilty look on her face.

Dulin yawned at this, pretending he was deaf.

“Your Mr. Dulin would rather slump in his chair than peek at you.” Anta chuckled and patted her little sister’s head, then looked at Dulin: “Aren’t you going out to kill a few Chaos Demons today?”

"Why would I go? The scout has already checked. The demon army is fighting amongst themselves because of the deaths of those two red-skinned people. The whole camp is in chaos. Would it be polite for me to go there now?" Dulin said, picking up a glass of watermelon juice from the coffee table and taking a sip.

You know what, this watermelon is big and sweet; it truly lives up to its reputation as a high-quality watermelon from an eco-friendly ecosystem.

Anta came over and took a sip, then happily raised her eyebrows: "This tastes good."

"Once I finish writing, I'll take you to eat watermelon, sister. The watermelons here are ripe now, big and super sweet," Xiangshu said as she wrote diligently.

"Honestly, you could have just written something casually. I've been watching you write for a day and a half, and you've gone through several sheets of paper," Du Lin said with a sigh as he slumped over.

"No, this is for my great-grandfather. You wrote it beautifully last time, and I felt pressured, you know?" The little dragon's eyes widened immediately at the mention of this.

"In that case, I'm really sorry." Du Lin chuckled after saying that. He had practiced calligraphy and penmanship for so long, and he thought he would never be able to harm anyone in his life. He never expected that his dream would come true one day. It felt so good.

Anta chuckled and pinched Dulin's cheek: "You're really something, don't bully Xiangshu. Since you're all busy, I'll go to the Celestial Master Tower. A lot of kids came today, saying they want to learn some Western Continent magic from me." "Then I'll go with you, so that no little female dragon will feel pressured when she sees me."

Dulin stood up, and then followed Anta out of the small building amidst the hissing of a certain little female dragon from the East.

On the way, Anta chuckled and pinched Dulin's ear: "What are you doing, bullying a little girl? You're not acting like an adult at all."

Dulin quickly begged for forgiveness: "Tell me about this academic exchange."

"Isn't it because they heard I'm also a legend that the Celestial Masters are curious? That elder called Lady Qi said she knows you too."

“That’s true.” Du Lin nodded as she recounted her story with Xiao Long’er: “Although I don’t know the inside story, I think my little old man is quite… well, you know.”

In Dulin's opinion, since the two of them are both down on their luck, they shouldn't bother with all this nonsense. This old man is really going too far. They're pursuing each other like this, what can this old bachelor say?

“This can’t be forced. You naughty thing, you’re always worrying about others, why don’t you look at yourself?” Anta took Dulin’s arm.

"What's wrong with me? I'm perfectly fine." Dulin was practically patting his chest in protest.

“You’re still pretending.” Anta pointed at Dulin: “You said you were going to study in Copenhagen, but I’ve seen your romantic entanglements pile up along the way.”

Dulin's smile faltered. Although his daughter pinched his waist, he forced himself to endure the pain and said, "It won't happen again."

"Ha, a man's mouth can lie so convincingly that it's unbelievable, even in broad daylight."

"No, you didn't learn that from someone."

“That old general with the white beard said it. He thought I didn’t understand idioms, but I do.” At this point, Anta sighed, “But I also know that you are so powerful. If I can’t stop you, it won’t be your good fortune that will be ruined, but someone else’s dream.”

As she said this, she turned to look at Dulin and said, "Luckily, you have good judgment. The creditors you found are all quite good, and they all still acknowledge me as their 'little sister'."

Dulin smiled and continued to play dumb.

"Alright, let's not talk about that anymore. You can sit down and rest after you get there. I bet you're exhausted from taking down those two bastards." Anta looked at Dulin with eyes full of affection and concern.

“How could that be? I clearly took them down one by one with each blow,” Dulin retorted.

"Don't be stubborn, listen to me, or other girls will fall for you," Anta said seriously.

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you." Du Lin immediately became obedient.

Following her, we arrived at the Celestial Master Tower—though it was called a tower, it was actually just a high platform with several courtyards nearby. As we pushed open the gate, we saw many children sitting there, and more than a dozen Celestial Masters welcoming us with smiles on their faces.

“Excuse me, Madam Qi, Dulin said he wanted to come with me. He can just sit here. When shall we begin?” Anta nodded and smiled at Madam Qi.

The latter nodded happily, then pointed to a corner: "It's good that you came. Dulin, you can sit there by yourself."

"Okay." Du Lin obediently sat down on the bamboo recliner in the corner.

He was curious to hear what new world these Taoist priests and sorcerers could come up with in terms of magical techniques.

(End of this chapter)