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

"It's Yishu uncle's child, then there's no problem," the elder woman said, her gaze toward Anta softening with affection, "It is said that little Durin is quite adorable, is that true?"


"Yes, my Durin is very adorable," Anta replied with a smile.


The satisfaction on the young girl's face grew as the elder woman turned to Fischer, "I'm here for my impetuous niece. She's been too reckless, reckless to the point of forgetting that Durin's father is a member of the Walter Corleon Clan. She's causing trouble for nothing."


"You see things clearly, then you can discuss this matter with His Majesty. I won't report it," Fischer said, having already arranged for people to investigate the situation at the Bell Tower, giving face to the elder woman.


Anta reached out and held back Irene's impulsive movements.


Chapter 107: It Exists