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

The children also caught some fish today, big and small, while the adults devoted their time and energy to building the town. Consequently, Durin naturally took on the responsibility of teaching the children how to grill the fish.


Dissect the fish belly, being careful not to break the gallbladder, clean it well after processing, then simply smear a bit of salt and place it on the fire rack to cook.


In the Foresty Land and the Great Wilderness, salt was not scarce, and the fish of this world were also quite good; the children of the Peckla Species ate their fill.


After sending them home, Durin checked the surroundings again, making sure that there was nothing troublesome around.


As for the military camp, there was no need for Durin to waste his worries, as common wild animals merely provided meals for these young people who now had no outlet for their energy.


Chapter 226: Responsibility and Duty