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

It was another morning, and Anta asked Durin with a tone full of curiosity.


Durin thought for a moment, then swatted away the wandering hand on his body, "I definitely can't have children."


Tanya, who was behind him, laughed and began mischievously playing with Durin's tail.


Anta huffed. Tanya immediately behaved herself.


Then she looked at Durin, "You rascal, I thought even having kids wouldn't stump you."


"Maybe when the artificial womb in my movies becomes a reality, I could proudly claim that I can," Durin said, stretching languidly and then patting Tanya with his tail, "Get up, girls, today I am going to be a guest at the Paris film festival."


"Paris, what's so good about it? It's all trash, the slums reek, and that Hack King always caked in makeup, can't take it at all." Tanya, a barbarian from the North, sharply criticized the civilized people of Sidney.


Chapter 198: Love, Hatred, Greed