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

Louis sat on the curb by the roadside, the young man clad in casual wear today, smoking like a loafer seated there.


It all started an hour ago, when a church member familiar with him found him in a frantic state, saying that they had just spotted a Lynx kin near the racecourse in the suburbs, the very one the Elvin family had been secretly searching for.


The name was discerned by the family's prophet through several prophecies, likely related to his cousin Robbie's death.


Although the Lynx kin all looked fairly similar, they had heard someone calling that Lynx kitten by this name.


So, after he returned, he immediately found Louis to tell him.


Louis came here with his good brothers and the old butler, hoping to catch another glimpse of that kid.


Chapter 89: The Product of Coincidence