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

"I can sense your sentiments today," Durin smiled reassuringly at Reed, "What would you like to eat tonight? I'll cook it for you."


In this household, Durin's cooking had become a ritual. The girl who received Durin's solace had the privilege to request a dish, and Durin would do his utmost to prepare it.


The ladies all thought that Durin's cooking was incredibly delicious.


"I want to eat the meat pies you make. I've always had the ones made by Sister Anta, but today, I want to eat yours."


Reed posed an interesting challenge for Durin.


"Okay," Durin nodded, acknowledging the legitimacy of Reed's request.


Therefore, she joyfully went to boast to her sisters about her achievement.


At this moment, Lan En, who had been quietly reading nearby, approached Durin. She looked at him, "Your great endeavor is truly intimidating, my lord."


Chapter 223: The Dagger Appears