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

"Good afternoon, Madame," said Durin, as Sigmund, in his makeup, once again entered the Drunk Dream Bar.


Today, behind the counter was still the dear Mrs. Marilyn, who was reading a newspaper. Upon seeing Durin enter, she immediately put on a smile, "Mr. Sigmund, long time no see."


"Yes, it has been a long time. I've been busy with a business deal lately; after all, to keep living, one needs money, doesn't he?" Durin sighed as he took a seat at the counter, leaned forward to glance at the newspaper, "They're talking about Durin again, let me see. What interesting thing has our genius, the Legendary Lord, concocted this time?"


Chapter 216: Wealthy