Durin's Diary

Chapter 961 Ancestral Invitation

The little pup didn't think as much as his grandfather. One call of "Grandpa" dispelled all the doubts in the old dog's heart.

He looked at his boy with great joy, as if he were getting to know this grandson who had once babbled in his arms all over again, and finally happily lifted him above his head.

This bond between grandparents and grandchildren is ultimately a special affection between generations, unlike the child's father, who, with a belt in hand, will inevitably deliver six lashes per second.

Finally, he bowed to Dulin with utmost reverence: "Lord Dulin's kindness is like a second life, and we, the Liu family, will never forget it."

"Forget it, stop with the nice talk. You were supposed to come pick him up in a week. If I let you take him back now, all our efforts will be wasted." Du Lin chuckled and cursed, effectively dispelling the old dog's desire to pick up the person sooner. Then he leaned back on the armrest of the newly installed large sofa: "But come to think of it, you should be satisfied, right?"

"I'm very satisfied. Even I, a mere mortal, can see the difference in this child." The old man smiled somewhat awkwardly as he said this, "It seems that my arrival has made me a bit overthinking things."

"It's not that I'm blaming you. It would be strange if you weren't worried about your own grandson being in the hands of strangers. Since you're already here, let's have dinner here in Weicheng tonight. Let me tell you, don't be too uncomfortable with this simple food."

"You flatter me, sir. We are overwhelmed with gratitude." The old man said this without any hesitation, plopped down in a chair, and began to ask about his grandson.

Dulin ignored the grandfather and grandson and began to close his eyes to rest.

In recent days, the Demon Army has been in high spirits and has challenged Dulin to battle many times, but unfortunately, they have only fought one empty match. Those princes and leaders, who are difficult to fight in the eyes of others, are all good-for-nothings in Dulin's eyes.

Now their heads are lined up outside the Acropolis gates, each one rotten and oozing pus.

There's no way around it; the average daily temperature at Zhennanguan is now close to 40 degrees Celsius.

As for the God of War and his Great Demon, they are probably bullies who prey on the weak and fear the strong. They refused to come to Dulin's place, which made the young Zhulongs quite lonely. However, they quickly adjusted their mindset and began to learn magic from Dulin. Dulin had nothing to hide, so he not only taught them magic but also the Western Continent techniques. How much they could learn depended entirely on their talent and hard work.

Xie's son learned several fire-attribute spells from Du Lin, mastering everything from the Flame Burst Basin to Fire Breath. This made Du Lin marvel at how Zhulong truly understood the Five Elements. Another young man from another family, who had been brought out by his elders to experience bloodshed, instantly grasped the ice-attribute spells he had learned from Du Lin.

Here it comes.

Du Lin glanced at the little Zhulong named Shajinan and couldn't help but sigh at how wonderful it was to be young. The little guy was wearing shorts and sandals, and he ran over with several children of about his age: "Sir, we've come to learn."

"Okay, go over there. Try to understand the spells I taught you a few days ago. We have guests here." Dulin said, turning his head to look at the teleportation portal.

As soon as the door lit up, a dwarf demon emerged, dressed in the clothes of the Changtang Post Office: "Which of you is Dulin?"

Everyone around pointed at Dulin.

"Excuse me, Mr. Du Lin, I've been looking for you for ages. Here, this is an invitation from Daliang City, from the General's Mansion." He said as he walked toward Du Lin.

Dulin pointed and froze the dwarf in place, then got off the sofa and gestured for the little ones to stay away.

Shajienan immediately led his underlings, who were still unaware of the situation, to a distance. Dulin then approached the dwarf goblin, reached out and tugged at his face: "Nice workmanship, from which unlucky soul did you peel this off?"

After asking the questions, Dulin removed the human skin mask from the guy's face.

"It's a mutant!" The old man from the Liu family recognized the creature in front of him at a glance: "A blind man, unique to the South!"

"How did you recognize me?!" the assassin in front of him struggled to ask.

“His eyes are too dull. Also, if someone from the General’s Mansion comes to see me, he won’t use a messenger; he will definitely come to invite me in person.” At this point, Dulin gestured for the soldiers to come over.

He broke all the assassin's joints and tendons, and signaled the soldiers to hang the monster on the city wall in a cage.

What the hell? If you can't beat someone, you resort to assassins? Is that what you call the actions of a war god?

After the soldiers dragged the monster away, Dulin became curious again—the fact that the teleportation system had been hacked was not surprising to Dulin, but was there a spy in the city? How did this guy know he was nearby? Otherwise, how could he have jumped over so accurately?

It's not necessarily a spy within the city. These teleportation portals haven't stopped operating much in the past few days. They're either real messengers, random logistics personnel, or all sorts of celestial masters. If any of them are possessed by an alien species and have their vision stolen, they certainly won't know it. If Dulin isn't paying attention, he might not even notice. But those alien species can see where Dulin is.

It only takes a few cross-verifications to discover that Dulin is under this roof.

This is really troublesome. Dulin thought about it, but then realized that it wasn't entirely impossible.

Look, this legendary assassin might have succeeded in assassinating some other unlucky guy, but he ran into Dulin. And how did Dulin discover him?

It's all because his steps were unsteady, his eyes were unfocused, his thoughts were strange, and his aura was purple—everything about him revealed the fact that I wasn't human.

To put it another way, he's a complete beast.

If you can't recognize him, you might as well quit the business.

At this moment, the group of little candle dragons came over. They asked Dulin how he could tell, and Dulin taught them a trick. Although the children couldn't see the purple camp (representing chaos and evil) at a glance like Dulin, he taught them to look for subtle differences in the other side's clothing, shoe size, facial expressions, and other aspects.

These assassins must have killed someone and impersonated them, so no matter how they impersonated, their clothing sizes couldn't be exactly the same. As for the shoes, that's even simpler. In the south, everyone wears sandals, but the assassin just now was wearing leather shoes. Didn't you feel hot, or were you afraid of exposing your four long claws and toes?

Isn't the answer obvious?

Although Dulin's teaching method might not necessarily enable the children to recognize the legendary assassin, if the other side felt it was unnecessary to use a sledgehammer to crack a nut and chose a mainland Chinese assassin instead, these little guys could at least escape before the crisis arrived, even if they couldn't defeat the assassin.

Having taught these children, Dulin let them continue their self-study—he taught them all the techniques from the first to the fourth ring. Dulin reiterated his principle: education should be provided to all, and it all depends on whether you can learn it yourself.

(End of this chapter)