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

·"Not bad acting, but tomato sauce isn't the same as blood. Durin, you spotted the problem right away without even sniffing. How did you do that?"


It was quite simple, because I've truly experienced the sensation of blood running over my hands. I know what warm blood feels like, and what tomato sauce is.


Durin sat aside, holding a gun, while Lewis had already set his sword down and was obediently sitting, accepting Durin's interrogation.


From his mouth, Durin learned that all these sweets were gifts from girls in the same class and grade, and even some from higher grades.


The boys in the class were quite envious and jealous, and Durin began to understand why this handsome kid had overacted just now.


However, what Lewis, this mischievous kid, intended was to give Durin a fright, ideally capturing Durin's scared expression on camera.


Chapter 19: Pop Quiz (Part 1)