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 goblin infestation in the Austria-Switzerland region wasn't something that could be dealt with overnight. The fact that the mountains could hide these goblins was undeniable, and Durin here lacked AI combat humanoids—if they had them, Durin would have sent AI combat humanoids into the caves to wipe everything out, which would have been much faster than surrounding the area with smoke, and the goblins would not have been able to damage the armor of the AI combat humanoids.


However, those young people from Farol gained Experience from this time, and in the actions to follow, they showed no mercy to the women, eliminating the goblins even more enthusiastically than Durin had.


Chapter 35: Knocking on the Door