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

With Durin's words, Angalor Gallagher, the bald man, returned home satisfied.


Watching the increasing number of texts on his head, Durin somewhat speculated—speculated when Lord Bishop would become one of the Cardinals.


Regardless, being able to have a finger in every pie really was a good thing.


Now, even some small chambers of commerce were thinking about how they could come under Durin's command to enjoy the good days free from plundering by powerful figures.


It was just a pity that Durin's subordinates only consisted of a few small merchant fleets, mostly family properties of the Tri-Saint Society, with the only third party being Pick Rhodes's family, who had cooperated with the lady to exterminate the pirates.


Speaking of which, Old Pick's family was now much better—his child's illness had improved, he had grandchildren, and the family business was thriving.


Chapter 82: Return Satisfied