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

Tanya led Durin through the lawn that was being prepared for the evening banquet, with maids and servants along the way paying their respects to her with great reverence.


When they passed a stretch of hedge, she stopped.


Durin came to her side and saw several young girls gathered around a stove.


· Wait a minute, why do I see Irene, this little bird?


Durin was also puzzled—he had personally sent this little bird home, so why had she come back now?


"What is this for?" Durin was more curious about what they were surrounding.


"We are trying to bake a cake ourselves," Tanya explained with a smile.


"Ah?" Durin was full of question marks.


At this point, Irene also noticed Durin. The little bird, who was even wearing an apron, ran over: "Sister Tanya didn't lie; you really are here."


· Good grief, this girl's schemes run deep, pretending to cater to your interests, she mustn't be kept around.


Chapter 47: Things in the Story