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

Forget it, why should a child worry about the affairs of adults?


My dear Yishu is a Dolagon, after all. Isn't it normal for a half-blood like him to travel the world with a bat, using love to save the earth?


Durin quickly got over it, simply because the lady of the house had personally cooked for him, preparing Lublin's most famous pancakes filled with ham, honey, and shredded pork, which made Durin a bit homesick for Anta—longing for her smile, craving her embrace.


It definitely wasn't her meat pies he was missing.


After thanking the lady for her hospitality, Durin insisted on paying for his room, which made the old lady's smile even broader. She personally took Durin to the top floor—and to think, there was actually an elevator here. Even though it was a bit slow, at least it was genuinely real.


Human mechanical engineering isn't completely useless, is it?


Chapter 10: God of Death