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

Beef cattle—Durin was ready to hear an outrageous answer, but this answer was a bit too outrageous.


"It does kind of look like it, doesn't it? We really don't blame the young hunters for the mistake." The mayor was also full of embarrassment—The reason the townspeople refused to release the hunters was because they were said to be led by Lady Melinda, but since she wasn't present, everyone was suspicious of them.


But in the end, both sides did not act lethally. The youths in the town and the young hunters had a fight; it all stemmed from the town's oxen being killed, which was really due to the young hunters being too nervous.


They say this creature is very fast, ordinary bullets can barely hit it, and the young hunter, upon seeing the back of a cow, panickingly fired his 20mm beast hunting gun.


Fortunately, there was nothing else in the trajectory of the bullet.


Chapter 347: Competing for Freedom