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

Clay Boyd, the City Lord with dead-fish eyes, bears a head of white hair and the title of Earl.


To be an Earl in the Great Wilderness, one's character is undoubtedly without issue; after all, the nobility of the Great Wilderness are granted favors by the Church, and their ancestors climbed out from piles of corpses.


The Boyd family has a merit: he is the first generation—sixty years ago, the previous ruler of Burgas City and his family died. The cause of death? Quite simple, the green-skinned orcs landed at night, and they failed to stay inside the castle, instead residing in a seaside villa.


The villa was lavishly decorated, essentially a well-furnished alternative tomb.


At that time, as the only City Guard Captain residing in the castle, Clay Boyd rang the alarm bell. Relying on the aid of a few large cannons atop the castle, he fought a bloody battle against the green-skinned orcs at the dock.


Chapter 282: Locking Autumn