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 High Elf visitor was someone Durin recognized; she was the young woman who initially negotiated with him about the "Elves on the Tip of the Tongue" program.


Durin just realized that he didn't even know her name.


Durin was well aware of what the High Elves thought of him. Ever since he became a dual legendary figure, his presence had become incredibly sought-after in certain markets.


Durin's ladies were making new acquaintances faster than they could remember their faces, to the point where even a girl like Anta started to develop face blindness after only a few days in the Eternal Blaze Nest.


She looked at everyone as if they were newly-met sisters, but afterwards couldn't recall who was who.


So, when the High Elves wanted guns, Durin said no problem, but as for other things, Durin declined—he already had his hands full with his own ladies, let alone adding more. It wasn't like he was running Durin's Zoo.


Chapter 95: Busy