Durin's Diary

Chapter 950 Cheng Guqiu

What is the Sword Alliance?

This was the first time Du Lin had heard of this thing from the mouths of the people of Changtang. He thought he knew quite a few people, from the bigwigs outside Zhennan Pass to the old emperor, but only the old man today told Du Lin about it.

So he took the square-shaped white jade seal and looked at the words "Sword Alliance" on it: "What is the Sword Alliance? I've never heard of it before."

"The Sword Alliance is an organization established by a group of sword wielders like you and me. People from all walks of life are involved. The first leader of the Sword Alliance, like you and me, was a swordsman." The more Mr. Yan spoke, the more familiar the name "Sword Alliance" sounded to Du Lin.

When he finally heard that Mr. Yan had assassinated the younger brother of Prime Minister Lin's ancestor, he belatedly realized that this was exactly what the tower should look like in another world.

Aside from not being called the Tower, it's practically identical to the Tower in terms of gameplay.

They killed only evil people, and wiped out the entire families of evil people.

It's his old profession, but unfortunately Dulin feels he can't do it for long—suppressing one's cultivation level isn't something one can do for a lifetime. In Dulin's view, once he's finished eliminating the remaining evil gods, he should be able to take it easy for a few more years.

But it's alright. Since Mr. Yan has made the invitation, Du Lin accepted the seal.

"Alright, since you've accepted it, I'll go to the Sword Alliance and report it to them for you." Mr. Yan said, then got up and left.

Du Lin looked at Chief Ping and silently took out his seal: "The Sword Alliance is not easy to enter, Mr. Du Lin, but I believe you can. It's just a pity that you have a bigger cause to do. The Sword Alliance is still too small."

Dulin smiled slightly at this and said, "I'm just doing what I'm supposed to do."

Chief Ping wanted to say something more, but the children were calling for him, so he could only apologize and go over.

Dulin, who was left behind, also stood up. Chief Peace greeted them—Anta and the others had been invited by the Celestial Master's Mansion in the capital to give a lecture on the differences between sorcerers and Celestial Masters. The lecture was co-hosted by her and Lan En.

Dulin also wanted to go and see what was going on.

But Dulin was too optimistic—he hadn't even stepped out the door when he saw the fat man coming towards him.

How come Sun Youcai, who came from the sky, is allowed into the Candle Dragon Pavilion?

Just as he was thinking this, he saw the fat man quickly walk up to Dulin and kneel down with a thud.

"No, Fatty, what's wrong with you?" Du Lin quickly reached out and helped the fat man up.

“Brother Dulin, I am truly grateful to you! The day you came, I went back and told my wife about meeting you. She said it was a blessing to meet a dragon prince like you. Last night, my wife gave birth to a Zhulong prince. You are truly a benefactor to my family!”

Dulin's first thought was that some prince had lost control of his lower body, but then he realized that wasn't right. What was he thinking? Fatty Sun's mother was the emperor's wet nurse. What kind of kid would be so reckless?

"So what brings you here today..." Dulin stopped the fat man to prevent him from slamming him down again.

"Don't all the children of Zhulong need to have their records set up at Zhulong Pavilion? I brought my child here today." The fat man said, pointing behind him.

Dulin saw the smiling old woman Sun and the child in her arms. You have to admit, the child's eyes and nose really looked like the fat man's.

Thinking of this, Du Lin greeted Grandma Sun with a smile, then reached out and pinched the little thing's cheek.

"Mr. Dulin, are you going out?" "Yes, I'm going to the Celestial Master's Mansion to see what's going on. My wife is giving a joint lecture there."

"Is that so? Then my son and I will go register the child first. Speaking of which, the Sun family hasn't produced a Zhulongzi for two hundred years." The old woman said, while gesturing for her chubby son to stop clinging to Du Lin's arm.

"Then I'll go first." Dulin said with a smile, said goodbye to the old woman, and after thinking for a moment, gave her a box of fruit.

This old woman is quite nice; Dulin can consider her a friend.

………………

"Look at this young gentleman, what a kind person he is. If the child ever has any questions about his skills, you can take him to see this young gentleman." The old woman said as she carried the child into the inner hall. Chief Ping personally came to greet them: "Madam Sun, hello."

"Thank you for your help, Chief Ping." Madam Sun nodded with a smile.

"Not at all, you flatter me. The Sun family hasn't produced a Zhulongzi for 217 years. If the child with wealth has any academic troubles in the future, he can come to me. If there are any real problems, I can also help you contact Mr. Du Lin." Chief Ping valued this child highly, after all, he was a boy. In the last one or two hundred years, the gender ratio of Zhulong has been imbalanced. In the capital, there are one boy and three girls, while in the south, some areas have even seen the tragic situation of six Zhulongzi in a year, none of whom were boys.

"That's wonderful!" The old woman was overjoyed. She then noticed that a rubbing artist from the Candle Dragon Museum was coming over, so she removed the baby's swaddling clothes and asked the rubbing artist to make a footprint for the baby.

"Come on, let's test your talent." Chief Ping took the testing device and began the startup test.

This is a detector for the Candle Dragon, and it comes in seven colors: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple. Purple is the most valuable, while red is the least valuable.

Generally speaking, there is no difference in talent between innate and acquired Zhulong children, but this only applies to innate Zhulong children. As for what acquired children have eaten, no one knows, right?

"Have you tested it at home?" Considering that this thing wasn't expensive and many families with the Zhulong heritage had it, Chief Ping asked before testing it.

"It's been tested. The spectrum is green, leaning towards cyan." The fat man smiled with great satisfaction as he said this: "Young Mr. Du Lin is truly a lucky star for my family."

“I heard he gambled at your casino, and there were quite a few people there.” Chief Ping said, raising the detector in his hand and shining it on the child’s forehead. Looking at the blue-purple reflection on the screen, he paused for a moment and said, “Is your detector broken?”

"Impossible, my mirror is in the car." After saying that, the fat man turned around to get it.

Chief Ping remained silent for a moment, then looked at the old lady: "When you came in just now, you must have run into Mr. Du Lin, right?"

"Yes, the young master even pinched the child's cheek." Madam Sun, realizing what she meant, looked at Chief Ping: "You mean..."

“I’ve heard Mr. Yan and the old man say that Du Lin does indeed have the power to be a role model for students.”

That's a pretty direct statement.

When the fat man returned with his own testing device, he looked at his child's forehead.

The blue-purple hue on the mirror made the fat man's eyes widen: "Wait, how can someone triple jump like that?!"

Chief Ping laughed and said, "I think you've met a true benefactor."

(End of this chapter)