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 returned to the Eternal Blaze Nest with the girls and unexpectedly encountered a good citizen of Sicily, the head of the Farol munitions factory, now eighty-four-year-old Mr. Jim Millerson.


The white-haired man was dressed in a floral shirt and big swim trunks, clearly just back from a nearby bathing beach—a clever suggestion from Durin. The Eternal Blaze Nest had obtained permission from Eternal Forge Fortress to turn the nearby sandy beach into a beach resort, a move that was widely praised by guests.


As for security, young people from the manors under the Tri-Saint Society formed a patrol team that occasionally strolled around, fully equipped with Durin's military gear, and even their Magic 40 Fire had been upgraded to Magic 60 Fire.


"Durin, good boy, I really didn't expect to run into you. Your mother said you've been traveling all over the world."


Chapter 79: Leisure Time