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

"Looking for someone, or traveling?" The elder keenly captured the content in Durin's words.


"Studying. At the Copenhagen First Art Academy, to be honest. I've seen human movies in Lublin and believe that this trendy art form could certainly be put to use by the Grassland Elves. Although, the films I watched mostly featured scenes of you humans rolling in bed." Durin said this with his inherent jesting Attributes.


This was indeed true, and the remark made the two young officers awkward.


Mr. Royce, however, just smiled indifferently, "Young Mr. Durin, you're surely not attending the Arts Academy for such dross, right?"


That made Durin happy, "Of course, I think that film can be a very sophisticated art form. It's just that people now have misunderstood its purpose."


This caused the female officer, who was writing a report, to raise her eyebrows, "Mr. Durin seems to have a unique perspective on film."


Chapter 7: The Great Train Robbery IV