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 watched himself in the mirror while Anta adjusted his collar.


As Anta focused on his collar, she mentioned the young people who had visited a few days before: "They don't seem like they're from the Northern Kingdom, nor from Farol. Listening to their accent, how could they be from Sidney in the South? When did you have partners from there?"


This question was a good one, fully showcasing that no matter how powerful the girls' intelligence network was, it essentially had its leaks in areas men favored most.


"I am their investor," Durin corrected while tilting his head to let Alice wax the Dragon Horn.


There was no helping it; the little deer liked it, especially after the Old Man had said that the Candle Dragon would also shed its horn, insisting on collecting the Dragon Horns Durin shed.


"Investor? What have you invested in?" Anta asked curiously as she rolled up Durin's sleeves.


"Investing in revolution," Durin said with a smile.


Chapter 121: The Horse is Jumping