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

Following Mr. Du Lin's return, Patchy was immediately recognized by the chief who looked somewhat fearful, "I didn't expect Mr. Du Lin to have called you here."


"When it comes to Du Lin's handling of matters, I am completely reassured. I heard that a Fleshwing Devourer has appeared here. Is that true?" Patchy asked seriously.


"It is indeed a Fleshwing Devourer." The chief pointed to the Fleshwing Devourer depicted in the photos and drawings.


Patchy nodded, then looked at Durin, "This creature is not easy to deal with; there must be its nest nearby."


"A nest, you mean…" Grassland Elves had always been fighting with Otherkind. If the Grassland Elves mentioned a type of Otherkind they did not know about, there likely wouldn't be another who would understand it on this land.


Chapter 201