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

Located in the fortress, with no forms of entertainment, the green-skinned orcs outside the city were destined to freeze today; Durin did not want to go out and start fires again—forcing the green-skinned orcs into a panicked siege would overwhelm even his ability to defend.


Thus, what Durin could do was to take his own little dragon to patrol the city walls.


Starting from the small high tower he was in, Durin walked clockwise along the city walls. There was a snowstorm tonight, but because they had been ambushed in the morning, the sentinels and patrol team did not slack off and hide to warm themselves by the fire.


Upon seeing Durin, the soldiers hurriedly saluted, and Durin gestured for them to continue, then he walked into the first room under the bed crossbow platform.


Just as Durin had thought, a journalist was sitting at the table writing a letter on behalf of someone, while a soldier sat opposite him, talking about his longing for his family.


Chapter 173: Trap