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

The editor-in-chief and the grand director, who were chatting with old friends, listened to the request of their old friend's younger generation. Editor Xie Shexer's face turned pale, and the old Oso, Dutel, his brows filled with reluctance.


"Charlie, do you know who Mr. Durin beside you is?" Xie Shexer, the editor-in-chief, asked.


Charlie looked at Durin, "He's Durin, the most incredible freshman in our academy."


"He has a pen name..." Dutel started to speak but then paused, looking at Durin, "Durin, would it be alright if you revealed it yourself? Don't make us old folks uncomfortable."


"Ah, Durin has another identity that's mysterious?" Duke Robbie asked with a smile.


And Durin smiled, extending his hand to Charlie, "Hello, Charlie, let's get to know each other again. I am Dulin Aiersh, also known as Arthur Conan Doyle."


Chapter 182: Looking Back