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

For instance, his Mentor Cherny was already on his deathbed when he saw him, the old man lying in bed with withered arms and sunken eye sockets, looking as if he were dead.


The thought of another kind old man dying before him brought tears to Durin's eyes.


But in reality, when Durin entered the grand mansion with the double doors, he first saw Mentor Cherny sitting on the sofa, drinking beer, and looking at the "Silver Wing Assassin 2077 Collector's Edition" that Durin had sent him.


"Ah?" Durin's exclamation came out spontaneously.


"Ah what, is there something wrong, child? You look all flustered," Mentor Cherny curiously asked.


"Um, I was just at Secretary Sora's, and he said he asked you to write a song, but you were ill," Durin said as he wiped his nose.


Chapter 144: Sing!