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."

This was Durin's only thought about the herpes on his hand.


But that's not all. After all, it's just itching. What really drove Durin crazy was that by night, there was a spot on the sole of his foot too.


So Lina, the Little Mother Dragon, scraped him with her tail, almost sending Durin away.


It's super itchier than anything, I tell you, this Little Mother Dragon really deserves a beating!


Big Orange came back early, supposedly because Luo Houtu told her Durin's story. Early the next morning, this AI companion in a dress appeared in front of Candle Dragon Hall.


The young Candle Dragon guarding the door couldn't recognize who this girl was, and neither could he, so when he brought Big Orange over, he looked at Durin like he was a scumbag.


This made Durin, who was basking in the morning sunlight on the balcony, feel quite sad.


Chapter 1013 - Chapter 125