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 new child was also a girl, accompanied by a boy, with the male young deer supporting her. Durin looked at her legs—they were reversed at the knee.


"It's to seek a life-change against heaven's will, right?"


Durin spent Experience and touched the girl's forehead.


Over there, Romiel returned with a face full of surprise, unable to figure out the reasons, so he could only take the two children back home first.


Durin said it was no problem and glanced at the old man wearing butler's attire next to the distant steps: "That should be someone from your household, right?"


"Yes, the old geezers are so scared they can't help themselves. Even knowing they can't beat you, they still come to die. What can I do?" After saying this, Romiel left with his two nephews.


Durin sighed and then turned to the child who had just sat down and began to smear incense oil on their hands.


It's said to create a sense of ceremony.


Chapter 56: Durin's Secret