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's presentation was a great success.


There was no helping it, in this era no one could make a PPT like a movie quite like Durin did.


When Durin stepped down from the stage, several respected figures from the Engineering Academy, both men and women, shook hands with him one by one.


Finally, when the Dean shook hands with Durin, he asserted with some certainty, "You lad, you must have discovered something, right?"


Durin narrowed his eyes slightly but gave no reply.


The old Dean raised his eyebrows and patted Durin on the shoulder with a smile, "Good lad, would you be interested in taking over my position? I believe the Engineering Academy will become the dream paradise of all engineering scholars under your guidance."


"Shameless old thing, he doesn't even care about the Great Elder's position," Old Enrique interjected at that moment.


"Is it your turn to speak, you whippersnapper!" the Dean countered sharply.


Chapter 172: It's Done