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

A pot weighing five jin, filled with rice and seafood tipping the scales at over six jin, Durin, as a Dragon, polished it off all by himself.


·Does your stomach have a connection to another dimension or what?


"Nope, it just automatically compresses the food, that's all."


Struggling to swallow the last bite, Durin collapsed on the counter—he had never showboated with his meals as much as he did today.


"Are you alright? Your sister can eat even more than this on her own." His mother was somewhat worried about Durin's capacity.


"My sis is a bottomless pit, you know that." Durin felt a bit disparaged being compared to Yelena by his own mother—she's a natural-born big eater of the Silver Dragon Species, whereas Durin, although a Candle Dragon, still has the appearance of a human—Durin had yet to learn how to transform into a Candle Dragon, and as Old Man mentioned, no Candle Dragon ever mastered that skill.


Chapter 335: Support