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

"You did it!" Anta exclaimed, throwing her arms around Durin's neck. "You've grown taller."


With a modest smile, Durin replied, all the while thinking to himself that the Grassland Elves were really too sensitive about height if she could notice just that two-centimeter difference.


Anta looked at Durin as if she had endless things to say; in her eyes, Durin had ascended to the rank of a zero Sequence Formless One on the cusp of age twenty.


When the excitement wore off, she somewhat embarrassedly let go of him.


At that moment, Lan En approached. She was one of the only three girls who were free, and she looked up at Durin with admiration. "When my ancestor introduced you to me, I didn't fully understand, but now I see his intentions."


Another was Reed. The girl reached out her hand, and Durin laughed as he picked her up. "How's it going?"


Chapter 185: Achievement