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 wasn't until Mr. Romeo Audittore expressed his satisfaction that he was both shocked and delighted that Durin could produce a film script in a day.


He was delighted by Durin's strength, and shocked by how well the script was written; he wondered if it could really be turned into a film.


With no other options, Durin had to pull out the imaging device and personally direct two short films.


The first was a straightforward rooftop chase—considering Durin had never seen Florence in this world, he replaced all the buildings with simple boxes.


Although it looked quite strange, the effect of a live completed film truly astonished Mr. Romeo.


The second was a night fight in an alley.


In the old era, guns were out of the question, but hand crossbows, sleeve daggers, short blades, and battle axes were plentiful.


Chapter 186: The Emergence of Fresh Greenery