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

· "It's really odd. That guy called Old Shatter Bone, if he's truly as smart as humans, then why is the command of the Green-skinned Orcs' army inconsistent, good at times and bad at others?"


· "Could there be a possibility that this guy isn't a superior to the Warlord? He has his own War Gang. The previous attack on Zolotonosha City was a collaboration with another Warlord."


You mean to say, after discovering my presence in the battle of Zolotonosha City, his War Gang chose to retreat, while the War Gang of the Warlord I crippled fell apart without leadership, either being shattered outside the city or being wiped out in subsequent operations, with the survivors then absorbed by them.


   As Durin thought this over, he found it made sense—indeed, in the battles of this period, he had noticed that some Green-skinned War Gangs displayed a level of discipline not seen in others.


Chapter 181: Respect for All Living Beings (4K)