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 appearance was his invitation, and when Tanya and Astrid followed Durin over, their looks were immediately recognized.


Most importantly, when Lady Gala stood unexpectedly in the corridor that day—it was no wonder that today's security seemed lax; with her presence, it seemed unlikely that any imposters could infiltrate.


"Lady Gala." For the Legendary Sword Saint, Tanya and Reed naturally held ample respect.


"Good evening, Tanya and Reed. Are you accompanying Durin today? That's good. You should attend more events with Durin," Lady Gala said with a smile, signaling the guards to clear the corridor: "Really, they have no sense at all."


"It seems Her Majesty is also here today. Are you in any trouble?" Durin asked.


"A minor issue, please don't mind it, and have fun," Lady Gala replied with a smile, skillfully changing the subject.


Since that was the case, Durin didn't inquire further.


He entered the hall with the two ladies.


Chapter 199: Anger Over Life and Death