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

"Revolution is not like hosting a dinner party, little brother," Peck said with a laugh as he helped himself to a piece of braised pork. "The first person I killed was a traitor. That man knelt before me with his family. My mentor said it was for me to make the choice, and I chose to give that whole family the bullet."


"The one who joined at the same time as me, he was too compassionate. He killed the adult but spared the child. Later on, the child recognized him on the street. After being captured, he was hanged." Peck sighed and continued, "Teaching people is difficult, but life teaches you well when it does. That day, our mentor took us to see his hanged body. From then on, no one in our Special Branch ever overflowed with compassion again."


"I've heard about what happened in Marseille, right?" 


Chapter 210: Debate