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 Power Hammer isn't actually difficult to repair.


In Durin's era, durability meant easy maintenance—to activate the Power Hammer, there usually was a trigger switch on the handle, with circuits inside, while the head of the hammer was a prime example of "crude workmanship".


The "crude workmanship" here is compared to the Light Sword.


After all, the working principle of the Power Hammer is pounding; making it too delicate could easily damage the internal activation system during recoil, so precision is not an option for this tool.


The hilt of a Light Sword, that is the epitome of refinement. According to Big Orange, he has no way to deal with a Light Sword hilt, but Power Hammers, there's not one he can't fix.


Chapter 144: Suffer a Bit, Ducks of Lublin