Durin's Diary

Chapter 926 The Wine and Flowers Room

As the car entered the city, Dulin saw a prosperity similar to that of the capital, but unlike the capital, there were gun shops everywhere, and even the children on the street had guns on their waists.

This is probably what people mean by a fierce and unruly folk culture.

Daju was moved by this.

That's incredibly audacious. But is it really okay for a child to use a gun?

This wasn't just a problem for Eleven, but also for Dulin, and the young general's answer left Dulin sighing.

"If children don't learn how to use a gun early on, it will be too late if they wait until they are older."

Rough words are not rough.

As the vehicle moved forward, Dulin saw more and more soldiers. When the vehicle turned the corner and slipped into the courtyard with the gate open, the old man was the first to jump out. He glanced at the dog by the wall and said, "Hey, I've been gone a long time, and this dog has changed."

"Marshal, you've been gone for forty years. What dog can live for forty years?" The white-bearded old soldier said with a smile, then stood up and saluted the little old man.

"Li Changsheng! Good lad, still alive and well, not bad!" The old man recognized the veteran in front of him at a glance. He laughed and walked up to him, patted the white-bearded man's arm, and then handed him a cigarette: "You're the only one left."

“I’m a local. Everyone else has retired and returned home, but the general’s mansion needed a gatekeeper, so they kept me here.” After the white-bearded man finished speaking, he looked at Dulin and Xiangshu: “And these two are…”

"The boy is my descendant," the old man said with a laugh. "And the little girl is the great-granddaughter of a sage."

"Oh." After saying that, the white-bearded man looked at Dulin and said, "This little girl is quite pretty."

The young general couldn't help but laugh: "Old Li, how many times have I told you to get a pair of glasses? This is the marshal's descendant, and over there is the saint's great-granddaughter."

Du Lin smiled.

The old man couldn't help but say, "Look at those eyes! Go get me a pair of glasses right now, quick!" With that, he gestured for Du Lin and the others to follow him.

The young general followed: "Nothing in the General's Mansion has ever been touched. My father said back then that you would definitely come back, so we have kept it exactly as it is."

"Thank you for your hard work." The old man sighed.

As soon as Dulin entered the room, he saw a half-length portrait of his old man. The old man in the portrait had a resolute face, a cold and handsome expression, and a distinct facial structure.

Dulin gasped, comparing the portrait to the old man twice. He noticed that his own old man's face was rosy and radiant, and then uttered the questioning cry typical of a young historian: "Old man, am I saying this is you?"

"This isn't me, is it? This is the first Grand Marshal, and I'm his descendant." The old man chuckled and poked Dulin on the head.

Xiang Shu covered her mouth, looking very happy.

The young general sighed, "Marshal, if you retire, will Mr. Dulin take your place?"

“He has a large and powerful family in the Western Continent, so he can’t come here.” The old man pointed to Dulin and said, “He is the King of Austria-Switzerland, the Grand Duke of the Three Lands of Great Woodland, and the owner of the Duchy of Lublin in the Eastern Elf Territory. What would he be doing here? Just blowing sand all day?”

"Is it that amazing?" The young general looked shocked. "How big would the land be if you put it all together?"

"Not very big. It's smaller than Qiantang Province when all the land is combined. It's mainly because the king's territory is much larger." The old man said, then looked at Du Lin: "Du Lin, take Xiang Shu out for a walk. I'm about to hold an opening ceremony to discuss politics. Let me see if those little scoundrels have done anything immoral over the years."

"Okay, if you need to chop someone up, remember to shake my hand. I'll be there whenever you call." Du Lin said, then snapped his fingers at Xiang Shu.

The little female dragon, who was petting a cat, quickly ran over: "Where are you going?"

"Anywhere is fine, you can play whatever you want." Since this little female dragon had made up her mind to follow him, Dulin didn't care about anything else.

So the two went out, with Dulin's hands in his pockets, looking like a little old man.

Xiangshu held the tabby cat in her arms. Although the kitten wasn't used to going outside, it yielded to Xiangshu's relentless grip—hissing was useless. The clever kitten, realizing its claws could only scratch sparks off Xiangshu's hand, bravely gave up struggling. As the saying goes, the greatest courage a kitten can show is to yield and accept its fate.

"The people here speak with an accent, and I can't quite understand them," Xiang Shu said to Du Lin after walking for a while.

"You don't understand, and neither do I," Du Lin said with a helpless expression.

Fortunately, they both recognized the shop signs, so walking along the road had a unique charm.

Patrol teams passing by from time to time bowed to the sign hanging on the horn of the dragon Dulin after noticing it.

This plaque represents the identity of the Grand Commander. Dulin originally intended to wear it on his chest, but encountered a small problem at Zhennan Pass—the members of the Elf patrol all squatted down to look at the small plaque. So Dulin eventually made a loop and hung it on his dragon horn.

Even so, these tall people can still bend down to look at the signs.

Dulin felt an inexplicable urge to kill.

Perhaps this is the primal instinct of the grassland spirits—the jealousy that makes them want to smash any knees that appear in front of them.

Just then, Xiang Shu exclaimed, "Look over there, it's coming down from the sky."

Wow, it really came from the sky!

I didn't expect that fat guy's family to be so powerful, managing to open a shop here.

"Let's go take a look." Du Lin was ready to show off his skills—although everyone in the Western Continent knew that Du Lin was the god of luck's favorite son, someone who could get a six-fold Yakuman hand at the start, the people of Chang Tang probably didn't know that yet.

Hehe, they would never have guessed that this little Zhulong in front of them, who looks harmless, is actually the real invincible one. He has extraordinary skills at the card table, unique tricks in the casino, and his hard work and talent are astonishing!
Thinking of this, Du Lin gestured for Xiang Shu to follow.

Although the little dragon didn't know what Dulin was thinking, she figured it didn't matter where she went, so she followed Dulin inside.

Then they were almost kicked out as children—look, Du Lin didn't bring his ID card out of the small building in Zhennanguan, and Xiang Shu was even worse—she didn't have it at all.

Fortunately, the sign on Dulin's head saved him from this predicament.

After discovering that Dulin was a high-ranking commander, they were allowed in.

As soon as they entered, Du Lin picked out a meat pie for Xiang Shu at the buffet area, then stuffed one into his mouth: "Let's go, let's go torture someone."

You've gone too far. I'm going to tell Anta.

Daju said, "Dulin, you're bullying me too much."

Then he heard someone greeting Dulin: "Hey, which kid stole the adult's sign to come in and play? Come on, we're one short for a game."

Dulin sat down.

A tiger, a leopard, and a cat.

Okay.

"I'm telling you now, if you lose, your sister will have to be given to me as a concubine," the big tiger said with a laugh.

Kill him.

The orange was described in a different way.

Dulin smiled awkwardly—you're lucky, brother, to have driven Big Orange to this state.

(End of this chapter)