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

When Durin came out of the washroom and returned to the first floor, Irene and Alice were still discussing today's short film about Durin. They didn't hear the gunshot from 789 meters away—indeed, it would have been impossible for them to hear it, as Durin's rifle was fitted with a silencer marked with a Silence Magic Array. Compared to ordinary silencers, it was more effective and had incomparably better durability.


Even with subsonic ammunition, an ordinary silencer couldn't achieve complete silence, but a silencer etched with a Silence Magic Array could do just that—apart from the whistling tear of the bullet flying through the air, the sonic boom from the muzzle would be entirely devoured by the Array.


Therefore, when Durin went downstairs, the two girls happily followed him to the main hall.


Chapter 102: Even the gods think you... are not worth saving.