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

Sir Durin's new army performed excellently on their first day.


Although everyone felt that modern weapons gave these young people a significant advantage, it was undeniable that the youngsters performed very well.


After all, even the dullest person would not believe that the green-skinned orcs could cover those six hundred meters—though those several automatic guns called machine guns did not open fire.


By afternoon, field supply vehicles towing several carriages entered the rear of the battlefield.


Rota recognized these vehicles as the logistical supply vehicles innovated by Sir Durin, with only a few needed to provide hot food for a regiment-sized unit.


Although everyone understood that having hot food on the battlefield was good enough, and it couldn't possibly be as sumptuous as what one had at home, for Savoyards, having hot food on the battlefield was considered a luxury.


Chapter 151: Follow-up