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

Pool's letter detailed the recent troubles in their area.


The core issue was there were too many goblins.


According to Eleven, these creatures are relatives of the green-skinned orcs, and in the old times, they were exceptionally brutal, bloodthirsty, and cunning.


"I feel like I've heard this description somewhere before," Big Orange said in a weird tone.


"Right, Eleven, this wouldn't be another trick by your European Union scientists, would it?"


"It's not just their problem; there's also some idiotic scientists in East Asia causing issues. Director Sun's Southern Tai team has tried to stop them more than once, but they've always failed."


Eleven admitted that this was a result of the European Union scientists' brainless creations, but he still said that it would be unfair to let the European Union bear all the blame alone.


If it's not Southern Tai among the three major families of East Asia, the answer seems quite obvious.


Chapter 33: Not Stupid