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 had finished writing the score on site.


Alice the young deer started humming when Durin was halfway through writing, and then, unable to contain her excitement, she sat down to the side, perched eagerly in anticipation.


It wasn't until Durin had written the lyrics that the young deer took them and read, "It will be sung in Savoy, huh."


At the same time, he thought to himself that it couldn't be helped, as this world had neither Spain nor Portugal. Otherwise, Durin wouldn't have used Savoy, a similar language.


The young deer looked very happy, and indeed she was truly joyful. She followed Durin to the Church of the Original Creator, where they met the bald Angale.


At first, Angale thought Durin had something to discuss with him, but when he heard Durin was looking for the Church orchestra, he paused for a moment, then laughed, "Follow me."


Durin, with Alice at his side, followed behind the big bald man.


Chapter 96: Mediocre