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

Mr. Durin helped the boys finish their first script and taught them how to properly use the imaging device. When everything was on the right track, he glanced at his pocket watch only to realize the hands were already pointing towards six o'clock.


After bidding farewell to everyone, Mr. Durin hurriedly walked out of the Academy's main gate, said goodbye to the old deer in charge of the gate, and was about to take the tram when he saw a little cat standing under the lantern-lit road. The little maid from the House of Ailish stood there, holding a food box that seemed too large for her, and Ms. Hemo, standing beside the flowerbed, grumbled.


Mr. Durin laughed, "Thank you for your hard work."


"Not at all," Xialu smiled and shook her head as she approached Mr. Durin, "Are you planning to eat now, or take it home to eat?"


"Take it home," Mr. Durin replied, and with a wave of his hand, the Animate Twig summoned from Xialu's hand took the food box.


Chapter 63: The Agreement