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

"He got out of the car, a perfect maneuver. I never imagined that the Tri-Saint Society actually had people inside the National Security Bureau. We couldn't get wind of this kind of itinerary," the Half-Elf knelt on one side, holding the high-powered binoculars in his hand and marveling at the magnification and clarity of this new gadget, "Is this thing also some good stuff from within the Tri-Saint Society?"


"It's not, these are outdated military goods from the Eastern Elven Territory. Even though they've been phased out there, I believe no other country's military has anything like this."


"Indeed, our military is still using retractable monoculars, and it gets a bit distorted even looking a kilometer away." The Half-Elf said, passing the nice piece of equipment to Joseph, "Take a look, my friend, if we could sell these to the Deer Hunters, I believe those rich folks would definitely want one for themselves."


Chapter 126: Another Moment in Winter