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 Lord of the green skins was not up to par.


It was said that he was a High Order being, second only to the Warlord of the green skins, but to Durin, this guy was fragile. With one swing of his massive mace, the Lord's neck twisted at a highly exaggerated angle.


Originally, Durin wanted to capture this High-level Commander of the green skins alive, use a Spell Formula to squeeze some useful intelligence out of his brain, considering everyone said he was strong, Durin had even specially exerted some extra strength.


As for the attack process, it was a flash to the face, followed by one swing down—with that, the Lord's neck was crooked, and the hit also took a large chunk out of his head. It could only be said that he died very thoroughly.


"Don't look at me. When I swung at him, he still had some fight in him," Lina said, noticing Durin looking toward her and immediately unleashing her sarcasm skill.


Chapter 176: Perseverance