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

These days, the snowstorms in Foresty Land were fierce, and the floating bridge from the West District to the East District of Zolotonosha City was lined with the hanged bodies, frozen stiff and swaying in the cold wind.


Viscount Fan Bulun was the first to face the consequences.


Originally, Durin had also wanted to hang the old madam who sold meat, but unfortunately, she disappeared without a trace. Although a bit aged, considering the strong teeth of the green-skinned orcs, she might have been quite chewy and suitable for them.


Anyway, since she was gone, that was that, but Durin hanged everyone he could find—two battalion commanders were even caught at the rear, having already bought train tickets to flee and stolen civilian clothes to disguise themselves.


If not for a report of a thief in someone's house, they might have already escaped.


Chapter 178: Having a Clear Understanding of Whether One is Human or Not