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

"Your information is surprisingly accurate, Marilyn and Kariou don't even know what I've done," Negan Lovar, now in a different skin, remarked as he took off his coat. Another skeleton came to life, took the coat from him, and hung it on the coat rack.


The young Negan Lovar looked at the skeleton, then turned to Durin, "Mr. Sigmund, sometimes I wonder if you're even older than I imagine."


Faced with this smile, Durin chuckled, a bit embarrassed, "That's my personal secret, after all. When someone lives a long time, even they lose track of just how many years it's been."


Then, Durin, with a tilt of his body, sighed, "Let me be straight with you. At my age, I have my ways in the Sulemu Forest. The bank train in Marseille was robbed a few days ago, and everyone says it was the work of the No-names, but I trust Lord Durin. Since he signed the ceasefire agreement with the Kriegern Family in that Plane, he would definitely keep the No-names in check."


Chapter 217: Everyone Profits