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

Durin didn't speak, but Eleven cursed out loud.


· At birth, the Foresty Land's own people couldn't even feed themselves, yet they put together this damn public-private partnership farce. I've really never seen such a move; how could they be so damn despicable?


Durin slouched in his chair, heaving a sigh at the fantastical ABCD in front of him.


"Yala, I have a command for you. Lead your people and carry it out. Every manor manager in my Foresty Land's territory who joined the Des Mond Foresty Land food supply system, their entire family will be immediately exiled. Give me the numbers when you're done, and I'll have my brother send people to take over."


Previously, Durin wished to follow the hearts of the Orcish Kind, employing locals for everything from farming to management, but he never expected Foresty Land to pull such a stunt. Had they not thought about who Durin had just fought with?


Chapter 309: Wish