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

Durin's approach was straightforward, after all, these monsters deserved no pity, so he immediately employed the Soul-searching Technique.


The effectiveness of mages using the Soul-searching Technique wasn't actually very good, the reason being that Green-skinned Orcs were too chaotic, their minds filled only with concepts of killing and eating, scarcely understanding even the basic concept of shooting.


Someone would say, isn't it more beneficial to use Soul-search in such pure cases?


It is beneficial for Soul-search, but compared to the killing nature of Green-skinned Orcs, even a psychotic assassin has principles; to search how Green-skinned Orcs eat, Durin would have to believe that all British are gourmets.


"This is the most vivid explanation I've ever heard."


Durin searched for a while, eventually finding a figure in the dazzling and murderous memories of the Green-skinned Orcs that was even bigger than the Warlord.


Chapter 180: Searching for the Truth