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 Miller family members arrived quickly, and three carriages roared up, taking all the bodies of the gunmen and the three captives away.


Having picked up his breakfast pizza again, Eta continued his walk with a puzzled look on his face, "It's really baffling, who would want to harm me?"


"Yes, but they wouldn't dare attack me in Florence, because that would mean a full-scale war with the Miller family, and they're not yet bold enough to reveal themselves." Having said that, Eta looked at Durin, "I really owe you a big thanks for today. Without you and your allies, I couldn't have dealt with so many people on my own."


"It's nothing. Even though I prefer not to get involved in disputes, if trouble comes knocking at my door, I have no choice, right?"


With that, Durin indicated that the way at the intersection ahead was clear.


Chapter 40: Sentimental