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

"The wedding clothes of the Changtangians are so beautiful, all made of silk," Lina, who had rushed over, exclaimed as she looked at the big red robe worn by the Lin family's elder sister.


"What, do you like it?" Anta asked with a smile.


It was now time for afternoon tea, and the girls laughed and chatted as they watched the bride-to-be try on her new clothes. Everyone seated here was a girl, driven by curiosity about the Changtangian wedding customs, they sat watching the bustling scene.


Sitting beside her, Lan En sat there eating the candied fruits specially made by the Eternal Blaze Nest—one of the specialties of the Great Wilderness.


"Hmm, it must be worth a lot of money," Lina replied while calculating how much it would cost to get an entire outfit like that.


Then, as she calculated, saliva involuntarily dripped from her mouth: "Can't afford it, it's really expensive."


Chapter 207: Belief