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

Durin rose to his feet, as a battle flag had been raised opposite him, halting even the artillery fire.


"My lord, there is a duel challenge from the other side," Titus was eager to try: "Please let me go!"


But Durin leapt from the great beast and drew a sword from his space: "I shall go, I know that old man."


The old man in the distance was dressed in his military uniform today, lighting a cigarette using the box that Durin had once given him.


Durin walked towards the clearing between the two sides.


The old man, with his drooping eyebrows, appeared even older at this moment.


"Why is it you?" Durin was somewhat puzzled.


Chapter 140: Sword Saint