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

After comforting his mother, Durin took her into the kitchen, where today he planned to show off his cooking skills.


Durin's daughters also pitched in from time to time, which quickly dispersed the gloom on the face of Durin, who was like a little mother.


She began to complain about Pool, feeling that her eldest son was still busy with his career and had yet to bring a girlfriend home.


Durin could only assure her that he would certainly take a look, trying his best to find a reliable one for his brother—who had recently been helping his younger brother with his affairs.


"By the way, does Pool have any girls he's close to?"


"He gets along well with a few girls in his team, but over all these years, he never made any other moves." Saying this, his mother sighed, "If only Pool were as sensible as you."


After finishing, she expressed some doubt, "And what about Xialu?"


Chapter 177: New Trouble