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

That evening, audiences from all over packed every Sidney cinema to the brim.


Durin was very happy, and after spending the night at the Summer Night Palace with his girls, he slept soundly.


Early the next morning, before Durin even got out of bed, the girls were already up.


Eventually, Durin was elbowed by Anta, who was in his arms, "Wake up, your newspapers have been pushed over by Xialu, you lazy bug."


"Please, I'm obviously terrifyingly strong, so what's wrong with being a little lazy?" Durin retorted, while coiling his tail around Anta's leg.


"Gumi is awake!" Anta gave Durin a kiss, "If you don't let go, I'm going to use the grappling palm on you."


Damn, she said it, and Durin certainly didn't want to start his morning by being flung naked through a window with a grappling palm and embark on an adventure.


He had no choice but to release his hands and tail obediently and climb out of bed to put on his robe.


Chapter 133: Owned Media