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 that thought, Melinda made up her mind, pondering how to get this little evil dragon named Durin to show his true colors.


Hmm... such a little evil dragon, since he dares to lust after a little rabbit's body, must have no resistance to beauty.


With that in mind, Melinda decided to start unbuttoning her shirt — if he dared to pounce, she would surely beat him brutally with the hunter's body technique!


The little evil dragon was stunned for a moment, then he spoke up before Melinda could undo the second button, "What are you doing?"


"The most valuable thing I have is myself, and I am willing to pay you with everything I have," Melinda replied seriously, while struggling to contain her excitement.


The little evil dragon looked Melinda up and down, then snorted with displeasure, "I said it's free."


Chapter 52.5: Melinda Connolly I