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

Although his old friend Durin had arranged the best suite for him, he suddenly found that he was particular about his bed, having never left Copenhagen before.


Last night, Karina had slept well. In her words, as soon as she lay down on the bed, she felt comfortable.


He could only watch the Chang Tang merchant ships docking at the harbor by the first light of dawn.


Looking at these large ships, said to have come from the distant East, Higgins always held adventurers in awe, his father was an adventurer who spared no expense for his missions.


But compared to these sailors who had crossed twenty thousand miles, his father's adventures seemed rather laughable.


With this thought, Higgins prepared to go downstairs—he had heard that today's breakfast would include a tasting of Chang Tang breakfast specialties, and he needed to find something tasty for his Karina.


Chapter 243: Dialogue