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

Watching Durin hold the sword in front of him, the old man's eyes bulged: "I didn't feel its presence in this building, I thought it had been buried with the dead as a funerary object."


"I just returned from the past..." Durin recounted what had happened.


The old man looked at Durin and finally sighed, "I never thought the day would come when her descendants would seek her through the river of time and even bring back this ancient war sword of the Mo clan."


He took one last look at the figure in the painting: "Let me fulfill your wish."


After speaking, the old man walked out the door with the sword and gestured for Durin to follow.


Chapter 216: Entrusting Oneself to the Whirlwind of Life