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

"But I still have my doubts," said the Old Man, holding his chopsticks and looking at his companion.


"I know what you're doubting—you're doubting that the old man from the Constant family killed his own son... to silence him, right?" Yan Zhenqing did not stop his chopsticks; he continued eating as he responded to his old friend's doubts.


"But we don't have any evidence," the Old Man sighed and started using his chopsticks.


"This isn't Chang Tang, we can't just go through the Heavenly Master Mansion and bypass the Ministry of Justice to handle this case," Yan Zhenqing said with a slight smile, "You, still troubled by concern, might think that this child Durin has divine abilities. Since the Kriegern family is willing to swear to Master Wu, it shows that they wouldn't act rashly. That means Durin isn't in much danger, for if his biggest potential aggressors aren't willing to touch him, I can't think of who else would."


"What about those who silenced others?"


Chapter 61: The Past