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

Anta reached out and took the mailbox from the Academy's postman owl, who wasn't as cute as Hemo and flew away without a sound.


"It must be a letter from that Durin of yours," Lianfaya said with a smile. Coming from the Northern Province, she was rumored to have the blood of the Northern Highlanders in her veins, which was why she was always so straightforward and outspoken.


"Yep, it's from him," Anta said, smiling as she secured the wax-sealed mailbox. "Still got one more class, I'll read it afterward."


"You're so sly. I want to see what sweet nothings the great-grandson of the Ailish family is spinning. Come on, Anta, I'm your dear friend Lian. Let me have a peek." The blonde girl wrapped her arms around Anta's waist, the latter being a head taller with an obvious half-blood appearance.


"No way, not even my mom gets to," Anta refused sharply.


"What if I let you touch my chest?" The half-blood proudly thrust out her chest, making a unique wave in front of Anta.


Chapter 65: To My Distant Ally in Copenhagen