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

With such doubts, the not so young second son waved his hand.


His steward briskly approached, "Your Highness..."


The place was crowded, and it was impossible for the second son to speak up here, so he led his steward into a side hall. Watching the old housekeeper of the mansion approach, he pressed a mechanism beneath the wall and set up a Barrier to isolate the interior sounds from the outside.


After he withdrew, the second son spoke up, "Is there a spy of ours with Duke Algin?"


"We used to have one, but after Sir Durin fell out with us, they were all sent back," the steward paused briefly, "Just now, I noticed that Duke Algin received a letter delivered by his messenger, are you worried about something specific?"


Chapter 252: Secret