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 Mage Tower in Paris was quite tall.


Dressed in a gray mage robe and wearing a top hat, Durin arrived in front of the Mage Tower, where a few young mages were chatting.


Someone noticed Durin and elbowed his friend.


As Durin stopped in front of the gate, they greeted him, "Hello, stranger old mage, what brings you here?"


"I am from Eternal Forge Fortress, and I have a small question I would like to ask the Tower Master. Here is my identity proof," Durin said, not waiting for the young men to scoff, and he proactively handed over his proof of identity.


Durin also wondered if these young people might not understand, when he saw one of the young men pull out a book signed by Durin from his bag, and upon comparing the handwriting, the young man immediately became enthusiastic, "This really is Mr. Durin's handwriting!"


"This magic seal cannot be faked, it indeed belongs to Mr. Durin!"


"You really are an acquaintance of Mr. Durin, come with us!"


Chapter 66: Coyote Den