Half-step Purgatory

Durin stroked the black cat on the armrest of his chair, sitting on the black leather sofa. Through the glasses perched on his nose, his gaze passed over the long table in front of him and settled on the man kneeling on the carpet:
"I understand, you've made money in Naples, your business has been very successful, and you've led a happy life. You've had those secret police, friends in both the law and the underground, and even the Royal Family speaking on your behalf."
"You don't need a friend like me, I know that. You're afraid of owing me a favor, and you don't want to get involved in troubles."
"But now you come to me and say, 'I beg you, Mr. Durin of the Corleon family, please help me seek justice, so that my life and my family will not suffer and sink into despair.'
Yet, in your eyes, I was nothing more than a second-rate artist involved in movies and music. Even at the brink of death, you still show me such disrespect, not even willing to call me by my title... Keeper of Secrets."

Durin's Diary

The doorman at the restaurant respectfully opened the grand doors for the Moon Elf lady before him.


She was dressed in an unidentifiable bloodstained leather cloak, not typically a patron of this establishment, but her electrifying gaze and the thick-backed machete in her right hand, along with the enormous head of a mythical creature in her left, allowed her entry.


In the past half-month, this lady had chopped through all manner of unruly beings near the Oslo Autonomous Territory, from bandits to mythical creatures, with efficient methods and outstanding battle achievements. Even the Legendary His Excellency wouldn't dare to speak loudly in her presence.


It was said that she was an incredibly powerful Semi-legendary. Even if she hadn't squeezed into the Legendary Realm, the weapon in her hand, sharp enough to slice through iron like mud, more than made up for her shortcomings.


Chapter 51: The Big Business on This Land