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

Joseph was a child Durin found quite useful. Since he said he and his brothers were all willing to serve Durin, there was no problem. Durin wrote a check and sent the child back to the orphanage.


The children were all at the stage of growing, they needed money to buy meat, to buy weapons to train themselves, and most importantly—they needed money to conduct business.


From today, the Nice Military Orphanage, nominally under the Sidney Military, would receive funding from the Sidney Royal Family, with the Sidney Nobles in charge of inspections.


But these children had to recognize Durin.


Durin didn't care how this child went about it; he only wanted results, only answers.


It's the same old saying: Durin never thought himself a good man—a good man like Jean Mayer would only die on a gentle night. He would not be like Jean Mayer; he would survive and then kill every bastard in this world he couldn't stand to look at.


Chapter 119: Arrangement