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 lay languidly on the lounge chair, and with Melinda's involvement, Durin's toenails also enjoyed the affection of the file.


Why a file, you ask? Well, it all started last month when Durin was cutting his nails with scissors, and the scissors accidentally broke.


Anyway, Lan En said this was a small annoyance for Candle Dragon, and Candle Dragon's lover also often helped manage these little troubles.


"Who could blame Durin for being so adorable?" Lina happily combed Durin's hair and then joined the file-wielding group.


Durin lay on the chair, getting filed, all the while adding to his persona, "I was thinking how by just lying here, I'm being too kind to the bad guys of this land."


"Indeed, Durin, by not going out to kill the bad guys, you're really being too kind to them," Melinda laughed as she gently tapped Durin's nose.


Chapter 191: The Great Flood