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

As a major who excelled at reading people's expressions, Rota of course understood that the officer appointed by Sir Durin would certainly not be a good-for-nothing like himself.


So he followed behind Major Vili, watching his arrangements as closely as possible.


First, he looked at the battlefield, expressed dissatisfaction with the equidistant placement of machine guns, and demanded the construction of additional machine-gun positions—there may be gaps, but there must not be a lack of extra space for adjustments.


Next, he led his team to the front, stepped out of the trenches to understand the frontline terrain, confirmed and redeployed the barbed wire, and even fortified the minefield arrangements, leaving a dip in the land.


"The green-skinned orcs are a very stupid species; their stupidity is evident in their arrogance. This is a trap we've left for them. If they dare come over again, we'll use this trap to torment them severely."


Chapter 153: Believe