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

Leaving behind the fashion of Savoy, the aging Durin entered his safe house and put away his clothes in the wardrobe.


He descended to the ground using an Animate Rope from the rooftop, and after transforming into a Grassland Elf in the alley, Durin walked towards the Embassy.


"By the way, Big Orange, do you still remember that girl named Karina Dosem?"


"Remember, she's Old Enrique's granddaughter, right? Truth be told, her talent isn't bad either, it's just too bad she's already taken. What about her?"


"Anta says her roommate is her," Durin said and then stepped out of the alley to merge with the crowd.


See, this world is so vast, yet so small.


Truth be told, Durin was prepared for how boring today's so-called merchant meeting and the morning seminar would be, as he had experienced meetings in the city before.


Chapter 29: Gale