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

As the flare shot in, corpse ghosts howled as they surged out of the small building.


"This is the sorrow of a small town nestled in the mountain valley, messages blocked, communication not smooth. Sometimes, when something happens, you don't even know when it happened."


Mr. Zhao Tiancheng sighed, then he stretched out his hand, and dozens of earth elementals rose from the ground to meet the corpse ghosts.


The soldiers immediately stopped in their tracks.


Secretary Sora was somewhat puzzled, "Why?"


"I fear there are no innocents left in the town; let me call upon the mountains." After saying this, Durin took out his broken horn—after retrieving his broken horn, Durin had turned it into a small horn.


Taking a deep breath, Durin blew the horn.


Then, to the ghost-like stares of everyone, a mountain... it stood up.


Chapter 185: Attack