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

Old Royce hadn't experienced days of eating and drinking on-site for a long time.


He wiped his face with water he had fetched, treated his teeth with toothpowder and a toothbrush hard enough to kill a man, and crawled out of the tent—last night, they had made do on the former site of a café.


It couldn't be helped, it was said that their King Hake was shedding little pearls.


There was no choice, the Crown Prince and the two daughters below him were born of the great queen. Later, when the queen fell gravely ill, there was no Divine Medicine like the one Lord Durin would manufacture that could cure diseases, the great queen held on for two years and finally departed from this world.


After that, as the assistant to the great queen, her Chief Maid, Lady Gala, rose to the position.


The military orphan girl from Marseilles completed her counterattack, and she bore King Hake two sons and four daughters.


Chapter 129: A New Day