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

In the Western Lands, Candle Dragons were not the rarest of creatures, for instance, at the Eternal Forge Fortress, the small vendors who saw Anta leading Lan En would always holler at them.


Like right now, Anta and Lan En, accompanied by a little mouse of the Muses Clan energetically peddling their family's honeyed jerky, could recognize Lan En's species, would speak a few phrases in the Chang Tang language, and even mistook Anta for a Changtangian dwarf demon.


Anta bought some and handed it to Lan En, although Anta didn't understand how her fine grassland spirit turned into a dwarf demon upon arriving in Chang Tang, after listening to Lan En's explanation, and hearing that even the Privy Council employed dwarf demons, she felt it was nothing more than a difference in names.


Chapter 206: Trouble Comes From the Mouth