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

As the factory director, he has always been diligent and conscientious, all to ensure that when the Ministry of Internal Affairs firing squads execute troublesome civilians, they wouldn't think of this old dog.


Yes, that's right, Gailuo'er is of the Orcish Kind, having a fluffy tail and a pair of pointed ears. He grew up in an orphanage, a Half-blood whose parents were a Roper Wolfman and a Ganai mutt.


As for him, he might look like a Ganai pup, but inside, there's still a bit of the Roper madness.


Sadly, he's no longer young and just wants to live out his life peacefully, raising the children left by his deceased wife—she had gone missing during the previous war, but everyone knows, going missing in a war against the Green-skinned Orcs is no different from being dead.


That's why, when he was in his office and heard from the guards below that Sir Durin was coming, his only feeling was that the sky had fallen.


Chapter 328: Responsibility