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

Romiel's curiosity born from his Grassland Elf heritage made him desperate to know the answer, yet the human blood from his paternal side instinctively made him want to stay as far away from danger as possible.


Mrs. Liz of the Elders came over, greeted Durin, and then turned to Romiel, "I heard the card game just now was stirred up by you, young man."


At the mention of this, Romiel felt deep sorrow—challenging the favorite of the Goddess of Luck was an act that would follow him all his life, and from now on, at every banquet and salon, they would talk about his courage and foolishness at this moment.


"It's also proof of your bravery," Durin kindly consoled.


"By the way, you haven't had any new works in the past year, don't tell me you've stopped liking making movies." Romiel decided to switch topics, otherwise, he would be tormented to death by the current one.


Chapter 191: Leon