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

As Jane Fonda Ace's wheelchair passed by Durin, it came to a halt, and the young girl seated upon it smiled, her vermilion lips slightly parting.


Durin nodded with a smile, his left hand grazing his chest as he bowed slightly, "Yes, and You must be Miss Jane, I presume."


"To have Mr. Durin remember my appearance, truly makes me feel both flattered and apprehensive." The blonde girl widened her eyes, but she still spoke apologetically, "I'm very sorry for the friction that arose between me and your friend earlier, I didn't know, I just naively thought it was to empower the congregants."


Durin shook his head benevolently, "Miss Jane, please don't apologize, the court has already rendered its verdict, hasn't it? I personally hold a great respect for the law."


Yes, I personally hold a great respect for the law, and the law is supposedly the embodiment of fairness and justice.


Chapter 101: Rushing on the Path to Doom