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

Watching the columns of smoke rise one by one, Durin patted Melinda's back and pointed toward the distance, "What is that?"


The little rabbit looked anxious upon seeing it, "It's a warning of the green-skinned orcs landing. Come, let's control Old Mischie, we need to head that way."


"Are we going to join the battle against the green skins?" Lina asked as she descended in altitude, circling as she spoke.


"Yes, professionals and Transcendents upon seeing enemy alerts must take the initiative to head over. The recent red firework was just one shot, proving that the landing point is no more than five miles away from us," Melinda explained, then turned to look at Durin, "But you guys are from out of town, you can choose to go or not to go."


"Go," Durin decided, then turned to look at Anta, "Follow me, Anta, let me show you just how terrifying a sorcerer who has his holiday interrupted can be."


Chapter 150: Endless Surprises