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

explained Durin's sister with a fatalistic side commentary.


"Well then, Mr. Little Durin definitely needs to get a healthy tan this summer," Alice conceded defeat and then rummaged through a clothes rack, somewhat helplessly, "Boys' clothing is still too scarce."


Durin snorted and turned to the tailor's wife who had been sitting on the side, enjoying the commotion since the beginning, "Madam, can you make custom clothes?"


Durin took the paper and pen and sketched out the clothes he had in mind, with clear-cut precision.


He hated summer, but being able to live life anew was a delight. It wasn't just because he couldn't wear bulletproof gear that Durin disliked summer, but also because it was too hot.


Back in Xialu's New Hangzhou of Eastern Land, it was over 40 degrees every summer, coupled with the humid seaside climate, it truly felt like death.


Chapter 130: Boys Going Out Should Learn to Protect Themselves