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

·What is Sulem's sissy doing, carrying out punishment for Chaos? The way that whip is being cracked looks just like a Slave Master beating his own slaves, wanting them to work yet fearing the damage to his own means of production, oh my goodness.


After watching the execution process for a while, Big Orange shared his opinion.


Dulin sighed and, sitting in a corner of the bar with his girls drinking tea, what else could he say? After all, this was the territory of the Sulemu Forest, and he, a Duke from the Eastern Elven Territory, had no place overstepping.


However, everything started to turn around with Old Xu's arrival.


Dulin said goodbye to his girls and followed Old Xu to the other side.


The old Chief High Hoof Director of Sulem, His Majesty Hack's old steward, as well as several bishops and Count Constant—also known as the old Duke's eldest son—were all present. Quite a crowd.


Chapter 29: Life is Like a Play