Durin's Diary

Chapter 964 The Cavalry Pavilion

Grand Tutor Pang was still as sharp as ever; by the time Dulin learned the news, Perlen Mittel's head was already in the hands of the embodiment of reason.

This old man has lived for over a thousand years and is an ancient dragon from the old era. I never expected that even in his old age, he could still tear apart a great demon god with his bare hands. Although I heard he wasn't very good at fighting, he still tore it apart with his bare hands.

If it were Dulin, Dulin really wouldn't dare to tear apart the terrifying monster with eight breasts and two dicks.

Just looking at her makes me feel like my retina is dirty, let alone actually touching her. Splitting her in two with a bit of sword energy would be more than merciful.

However, this has nothing to do with Dulin. After all, he is now in charge of the Zhennan Pass line. The demon army on the other side has had their entire families killed by Dulin several times in a row, and no one has dared to challenge them in the past two days.

But their indecisiveness in fighting and retreating surprised Dulin.

Could it be that they are waiting for their great demon to arrive so they can avenge their previous defeat?
Daju analyzed it this way.

It's very likely that they, these chaotic types, will not swallow this insult.

Eleven added this.

Dulin felt that if they didn't come, so be it; Dulin didn't have to stand under the blazing sun, being scorched by the nearly forty-degree sunlight while being evaporated by the nearly fifty-degree ambient temperature of the ground.

Although Dulin could actually use some spells to stop it now, suppressing his cultivation level is exhausting. It's not worth it to push himself down that arduous path just for a little bit of high temperature.

Thinking of this, Dulin had the Mage Hand fan him while looking at the puppies and rabbits beside him. Strangely enough, although the food was not good, the rabbit had obviously not fallen behind in his studies. He could even write well. Compared to the puppies, whose handwriting was as bad as a dog's crawl, it was really unbearable to look at.

So Dulin gave the pup a little something extra—he had the rascal teach him to write, ten characters a day, each one written a hundred times.

The brat from the Liu family was a little unhappy, but Du Lin copied the poem once, in standard regular script, just like it had been printed out.

The brat immediately stopped arguing—Du Lin's handwriting was so good that he was considered a great talent anywhere, and people in Changtang believed that one's handwriting reflected one's character.

So Du Lin had the brat teach them to write, which ensured that the two children had a proper evening life—they ate and drank well during the day, especially the brat from the General's Mansion. He needed to nourish his body with food before promoting him, otherwise Du Lin would have a headache just looking at that 5% chance.

Even children from poor families in Xilu get a minimum of 10%, and you're only coming in at 5%? Are you trying to embarrass me?

Furthermore, although this child doesn't eat well, the children of poor people and serfs who have just escaped from the Western Continent have a 10% to 25% chance of survival. Where did you get your 5%?

The problem is that Dulin had Daju examine the child, and the only problem was malnutrition.

But many of the children in the West Lands are also malnourished, and they are all just as thin and weak. How come you are so weak?

• It shouldn't be like this, it really shouldn't be like this, but I've already scanned seven times, and the child is malnourished, unless there's a problem with the mixed-race heritage.

Daju was absolutely certain about this.

• Maybe we should get this kid's health sorted out first, and then see how his chances of promotion go. I have a feeling there's something wrong with this kid, but even a professional medical AI like Big Bucket can't see anything wrong with him, so I'm even more at a loss.

At this point, Shiyi looked at Dulin.

By the way, didn't you say that the old man would call you if something happened? It's been several days, why hasn't he come to find you yet?

Who knows? Anyway, I'm not worried since the military newspaper isn't saying anything. If something really goes wrong, it'll just be a matter of getting through a door.

Dulin was confident in his old man's strength. After all, even Old Yi Xu couldn't beat this old man, and there were probably only a handful of people in the world who could defeat him.

You could even add Dulin to those five fingers.

So Dulin wasn't in a hurry, slacking off as he watched Anta pull Lina out of the teleportation portal by her dragon horns. "What's going on now?"

“Ask her. I found out she was missing today, and then she came back and told me that she had made contact with alchemists in the East, and those alchemists are going to buy her medicine.”

Dulin laughed heartily and gestured for Lina, the little dragon, to come over and talk to him.

The little dragon pointed at Anta with a wronged expression: "My transactions with those alchemists were clearly certified by the Celestial Master's Mansion, but Anta doesn't believe it!"

“You have a terrible past, how can I trust you? And about the alchemist issue, Chief Ping of the Candle Dragon Pavilion said that you shouldn’t trust alchemists who come to you on their own. Why don’t you listen to the old folks? She didn’t believe me and even said I was meddling.” Anta complained to Dulin.

Dulin looked at Lina.

The latter nodded tearfully.

Without saying a word, Dulin placed the little female dragon on his lap and raised his hand to strike.

"I told you to listen to Anta, and you're just going to ignore me, aren't you!"

After clapping ten times, Dulin gestured for her to stand up: "Anta told you to be careful, why didn't you listen?"

"The alchemists said they would give me lots of gold, all round and beautiful," Lina replied, sobbing.

After saying that, she took out a bead: "Look."

Du Lin sighed – "These alchemists from Changtang are too wicked. They know Xi Lulong likes gold and silver treasures, yet they still harm people like this."

He took the golden bead and squeezed it hard, revealing the core inside—a large lead ball with only a thin layer of gold on the outside.

"Look at you, would your sister Anta ever harm you!" Dulin cursed.

The little dragon stopped crying when she saw the fake item Dulin threw back at her, but tears still streamed down her face.

This enraged Dulin—Damn it, my little dragon's greed is ingrained in her genes, and her stupidity is probably a genetic mutation, but that's no excuse for you guys to lie to my little dragon!
Thinking of this, Du Lin looked at Anta: "Take her back and find Chen Xiaolong and Prime Minister Lin. I want to see which alchemists are so reckless as to risk their lives!"

“Leave it to me. Although Lina is a bit slow, she's always ready to help. I remember her well, and I'll help her if anyone bullies her.” Anta kicked the fake bead at his feet: “Is the gold or copper inside? I've never seen anyone so reckless.”

"Let them arrest them. I want to see them in person." Dulin had seen young people who would risk their lives for love, and he had also seen killers who would risk their lives for money.

But I've never seen a lunatic who would cheat his silly daughter.

You're asking for it, aren't you? I'll grant your wish.

After letting the two girls leave, Du Lin felt that he couldn't get over his anger anytime soon. He stood up and was about to go out for a walk when he saw the brat raise his hand: "Sir, I know what kind of alchemists like to use to deceive people with fake beads like these."

Du Lin chuckled upon hearing this and sat down next to them: "Tell me, which family is so reckless?"

“Hmm, it should be an organization called Chang Le Zhou. They mostly operate in the north. In previous years, most of the people who used the seed-planting scam were from Chang Le Zhou.” The little guy frowned as he said this: “But I haven’t heard of them for several years now. I don’t know if they’ve gone into hiding or what.”

Dulin nodded: "I understand."

It's alright, I'm not in a hurry, but the important people in the capital will definitely be anxious.

(End of this chapter)