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

"Our lineage was guided by Nuwa to discern right from wrong, to understand why the green-skinned Orcs exist, so we do not lie to the lineage of the administrators. Now that you stand against us, I want to know, why do you protect the lives on Western Lands, the progeny of traitors, these Children of Chaos, who should have been utterly annihilated by the green-skinned Orcs until none remained."


Old Shatter Bone sometimes spoke in Common language, sometimes in English, and for the last few sentences, he even used Changtangnese.


"Why do you say that life on the Western Lands is the progeny of traitors, the Children of Chaos?"


Chapter 181: Respect All Beings (4K)_2