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's workshop had a long queue lined up on the first day of November.


Some nobles and wealthy people even came overnight to line up themselves—although it was not unusual for servants to queue in the past, after being scolded by Durin, the nobles and wealthy people simply let their younger relatives take their place.


An eighty-year-old man surely couldn't endure it, but those young people eager to obtain good equipment had plenty of energy.


Of course, Demon Hunters still had a special passage.


Kakato and his friends stood not far away, and as a streak of white appeared in the sky, the big doors to the workshop were pushed open on the right by the young half-blood Giant.


"Master Durin is changing his clothes, please wait a moment if you wish to order custom equipment, and those who want mass-produced weapons can come in now," he said.


Chapter 159: Reminiscence