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

Having laughed enough, Durin flung the shoes back with Mage Hand, "My brother, if I hadn't overseen this operation, who would be weeping and ready to sell their children? Have you truly never considered why this land has come this far? Is it not because of the greed arising in people's hearts, a greed the thick earth cannot fill?"


At the end, Durin used Changtangnese. Phrases from Chang Tang were becoming increasingly popular in the cultural circles of the Western Lands.


Pool sat unhappily to one side, pouting and wearing a discontented expression.


His personal secretary stood behind him, the young Snow Leopard girl he had seen back at the old house, now looking at Durin with an embarrassed face.


Forget it, his sister-in-law was here; it was better to spare Pool the embarrassment.


Chapter 225: Not Teehee