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

The old lady began her exclamation with a smile, "My granddaughter is so innocent. Today, when I went to the small building I rented for her, the little maid mentioned you. Now, when I first heard your views on movies, I have to admit, the things I heard were not as real as what I've seen with my own eyes."


At this point, she sighed towards Irene, "Irene, have you called him 'sir' yet?"


The little bird blushed somewhat but still nodded her head.


Durin smiled at the old woman, "Irene has long since called me that. I feel somewhat ashamed hearing 'sir' from her. I see Irene has a bit of the Wu Qieluo bloodline?"


Chapter 33: Cash on Delivery