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 met his grandfather on the first floor of the Eternal Blaze Nest, where both grandsons and grandfathers, grinning like foxes that had stolen chicks, embraced each other laughing.


Durin asked the two elders to sit down, personally brewed some tea for them, and then sat aside.


"No one came to trouble me this time?" Durin looked at the elder from the Engineering Academy.


The latter shook his head, "Regarding your matter, there has been a fierce dispute recently. The family you exterminated used to work for the Circle, spanning two generations. Many people say that you were too brutal."


Chapter 158: Clinging to Buddha's Feet in Desperation