Durin's Diary

Chapter 960 Champion

Commander Liu stormed into the Acropolis—it wasn't that he didn't want to go through the portal, but the portal had malfunctioned ever since Commander Dulin entered. According to communications, Commander Dulin was resting near the portal, and it was possible that some of his scattered power had interfered with it.

No problem. It's only a half-hour ride from Zhennan Pass to Weicheng. He rode his horse to the vicinity of the teleportation gate and immediately saw his little dog sitting next to a chair, eating something.

Hey kid! Where did you get your pocket money from?

Liu always believed in a proverb: "Boys with money go bad, and girls go bad and get money." So, to prevent this from happening, every coin in her son's pocket had its own identification.

Where did he get the money?!

Commander Liu strode forward, simultaneously drawing the Seven Wolves leather belt from his waist—he was determined to give his son an unforgettable memory today.

As he drew closer, he saw his child taking snacks out of a box, which resembled the snack box the Grand Commander had given to the young general last time.

As he drew closer, he saw the wooden mace his child was holding. It looked just like the one the young Crown Prince had held for him when Grand Tutor Pang had come to Zhennan Pass for his inspection last time.

As he drew closer, he saw the little Zhulong, who was still sleepy on the rocking chair but had been awakened by the footsteps. He noticed him and the belt in his hand.

He reached out and patted the puppy belonging to the conductor Liu: "Is that your father?"

The puppy then belatedly turned around and screamed.

Oh no, I haven't even started yet!

Commander Liu felt that today was probably going to be an unlucky day.

………………

Dulin heard someone approaching with ill intent. He had just fallen asleep and was still grumpy when he looked at the big dog in front of him.

The latter held his belt, his face showing surprise, astonishment, and bewilderment.

That's right. I don't care if you hit your son, that's your family matter after all. But you're walking so fast, you fucking disturbed me, you dog!
Dulin patted the little guy on the back: "Is that your dad?"

He turned his head and then let out a flustered scream, nearly dropping the wooden mace he was holding.

Dulin helped him grab the wooden mace: "Hold on tight, your father won't dare hit you."

"Really?" The little guy was holding the wooden mace, looking so pitiful that Dulin felt sorry for him, so he beckoned the big dog to sit down.

He was very sensible and also a little awkward as he dragged over a chair and sat down.

"Is this how you raise your child? I asked him to help me carry the wooden mace, and when I gave him some snacks, he remembered to save a box for you. And you? You want to beat him with a belt without even asking what's right or wrong, right?" Du Lin squinted at the big dog—he had seen many fathers like this in his past life. In that century, fathers who hoped their sons would become successful were as numerous as fish crossing a river. They would beat their children if their grades were bad, and they would still beat them if their grades were good, as if the answer to all problems lay in beating.

Even cattle and horses shouldn't be fought like that, you idiot!

The big dog mumbled, trying to argue, but couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Dulin sighed and pointed at the child: "Your child isn't very talented, but he has a good character. I'll give him a future. Go back and bring someone from your family who has the skills over in half a month so they can see if the child's talent is good."

"This... we don't have much money. If you're going to teach and nurture students, we won't be able to pay you back..." "Get lost! I'm in a good mood, I don't want your little bit of money. I like this kid." After saying that, Du Lin signaled the military police who came over to chase them away.

The military police listened attentively. When Du Lin gestured for them to leave, they came over with smiles: "Commander Liu, please don't make things difficult for us. Young Master Du Lin has only been asleep for a short while."

A military policeman chimed in, "Yes, everyone has morning grumpiness, let alone Zhulong. You should leave now; the young master won't deny what he said."

With Dulin's wave, several military policemen laughed and chased him away, and then their captain also said goodbye to Dulin.

Dulin looked at the puppy holding the wooden mace and said, "So, do you want to become the strongest kid in the family and protect your younger siblings?"

"I want to, but... what price would I have to pay?" The puppy looked at Dulin with a bewildered expression.

Dulin asked curiously, "Why do you say that? Do you think that all rewards in this world come at a price?"

"Don't I need it? You let me hold the wooden mace so I can have some snacks. You eat because you work. That's what my grandfather told me. He said it's a truth of the world. Only those who have put in the effort deserve to talk about the harvest; otherwise, it's just eating without working."

Good boy.

Dulin chuckled and reached out to pat the puppy's head: "Then remember this: I made you stronger so that you could protect this land, understand? The power you gain from me cannot be used to bully the innocent and weak, nor can it be used to harm innocent lives. Got it?"

"Is this all you need? Okay, I'll remember that."

"Okay, just remember that. There are some snacks here, eat more. I'll give you as many snacks as you eat so you can take them home for your family." After saying that, Du Lin took out several more boxes of jam and pastries.

This kid is so young, yet he has such determination and perseverance. So what if he's a brat? In Dulin's eyes, there are only good people and bad people in this world. As for what good people and bad people look like, that varies from person to person.

Since Dulin had accepted this child, he gave all the experience points from killing the princes to this child—the experience was good, but it at least raised the child's talent by two levels, from barely noticeable to quite good.

This is Dulin's opinion.

At the same time, Dulin also discovered a fact—the experience gained from fighting monsters is really not as fast as making music movies. It can only be said that fighting monsters is no longer suitable for Dulin at this stage.

After all, Dulin's level is too high. Those Chaos Princes who are ridiculously strong to others can't last more than a few moves against Dulin. Music and movies are much more appealing to a large and diverse audience.

Looks like we still need to earn a little more. So let's just copy it. It's not shameful to gain experience, bro.

With this in mind, Du Lin began to plan entertainment works suitable for the physique of Chang Tang baby.

Meanwhile, the puppy ate with Du Lin for a week, so much so that when the old man of the Liu family couldn't stand it anymore and secretly came over alone a week later, he didn't recognize his grandson at first glance.

Come to think of it, when his children were with Dulin, their fur was mottled and their faces were pale, clearly indicating that they were poor children who hadn't eaten enough. They were also constantly being told what to do by their own father and running around on the ground.

In other families, the eldest brother is like a father, but in his case, this eldest brother dotes on his younger siblings even more than his own father. Du Lin still vividly remembers the boy eating eight boxes of snacks on the first day and having to take laxatives because he was so full.

Now, after eating with Dulin for seven days, the kid has grown a full head of golden hair, with a glossy coat, and his body has grown a full seven centimeters taller.

(End of this chapter)