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

Yelena left, and Durin stood by the balcony holding his younger sister.


The little girl had been hit and scolded by their mother and was now silently tilting her head.


Durin stroked her head until Spencer came over and took Durin's sister in his arms.


Durin glanced at his mother and said goodbye. His mother hugged him and then saw Durin out of the room.


At the end of the hallway, Durin stood behind his sitting sister, who was silently looking at the damaged photo album on the coffee table.


Durin sat on the other side of her, noticing the redness in her eyes, "Sister didn't mean it."


"I know, that's why I'm not really angry, but I've just realized that you were right. Without it, I find I can hardly remember Jack's face anymore. The Jack of the past lives in front of me, the Jack of the future lives in my memory. I naively thought I would remember him for a lifetime, but I didn't realize that my memory, like my feelings, is just as ridiculous."


Chapter 105: The Great Era