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

At 5:47 AM, Western Lands Standard Time.


In the Northern Kingdom, at 711 Central Avenue, Oslo Autonomous Territory.


Melinda was atop a water tower, assigned to the sniper team, tasked with covering everyone from this position.


Through her scope, she watched as Mr. Enrique and Mrs. Turing got out of their car, their target lay ahead of them, the Continental Hotel.


Their mark was a man with a large beard, said to be a surviving member of the Salik family, named Weis Salik.


Melinda had heard about the events that befell the Salik family. It was a pity that human traffickers hadn't been completely eradicated from this world.


"This is the coachman. Lord Enrique and Mrs. Turing have gone in."


The voice from the Arcane Communicator, issued to the driver of the operation group, now turned the vehicle around—this way, as soon as they grabbed the person, they could leave directly by car.


Chapter 52.75: Melinda Connolly II