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

After getting a thrashing from a seventh-ring spell, the young and old masters of the Connolly family had become much more compliant.


Upon discovering that the Changtangian with the thin tail in front of them was actually a great-grandson of the Ailish family, the expression of deep bitterness and hatred on the faces of the family finally relaxed.


Mr. Durin inquired and learned that it was said that recently a Changtangian had abducted the daughter of another hunter family living next door to the Connollys on his way back to his hometown. Now, the elderly lady of the family was washing her face with tears every day, and the hunters in town were all feeling insecure, showing no friendly face to any Changtangians.


After all, Durin's dragon horns and long tail were simply too characteristic of the Dragonkind from the Changtangian ship convoys.


"Have there been Dragonkind like me around?" asked Durin, feeling awkward, as his appearance was indeed unique.


Chapter 148: Too Many