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 old man somehow got wind of the excitement and actually followed Durin over to watch the fun.


Durin asked, "Ancestor, I've reached the third level of my ranger class, which one do you think I should pick between the Bare Blade, Red Dust Travel, and Man Cutter?"


"Third level, you quick little rascal... Wait a second, what was that last part you said?" the old man stared at Durin.


"I was asking which one I should pick between Bare Blade, Red Dust Travel, and Man Cutter," Durin repeated his question.


"You're only at the third level," the old man chuckled. "It's too early, wait until you've activated all eight meridians of the Wind and Dust Eight Meridians and then come find me."


Chapter 19: Fun