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

"Durin left Vienna, what was he up to?"


When Jon Walter heard this news, he felt certain that either his ears or his brain must be malfunctioning.


At the sight of his young king's astonishment and confusion, Robbie Algin nodded somewhat helplessly. Having leisure time because his granddaughter was running around with Durin, the old Duke had finally returned to Copenhagen to report for duty. Who would have thought that his grandson-in-law first gained the approval of several Great Churches to invade Zhongnan, and then in less than half a month, shattered the entire Union of Zhongnan.


The Eastern Elven Territory, Foresty Land, and even the Great Wilderness had acquiesced to his invasion of the Union of Zhongnan. They provided troops and power when needed, but most importantly, Durin alone had fully supplied these soldiers' equipment—the rifles in their hands were the latest models.


Chapter 142: Endless Work