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

The little miss Nicolas from our family is learning quite well, it's just that every night, she sprawls on top of the archway, her longing gaze so pitiful that it beckons sympathy.


Big Orange and Eleven reproached Durin in his mind for his misdeed.


As his cat servants, they couldn't stand Durin's bad act of forgetting about his little cat maid.


Fortunately, Xialu soon forgave Durin—after all, Durin had brought her home, and this little cat, now a fifth-circle Druid, meowed as she busied herself in the kitchen with Anta.


"This house really can't do without Xialu." Observing how the old mansion became orderly in less than half a day under Xialu's directions, Durin couldn't help but sigh—the previous maid team of the mansion had followed his mother to the Eternal Blaze Nest, and now the ones taking care of the mansion were hired maids; they had the energy, but not the knack for it.


Under Xialu's direction, the old house was transformed anew.


Chapter 202: The Visitor