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

Lan En only remembered that Durin took her to a noodle stall, and the beef noodles made by the Changtangian owner were very delicious, so delicious that it reminded Lan En of her mother.


After so many years, she had even forgotten what her mother looked like, but that bowl of noodles made her think of the way her mother smiled at her when she was young.


Everyone in Chang Tang says that there are people in this world who can cook all kinds of delicious food, and this food can make people remember all sorts of forgotten past events, heal their regrets, and commemorate their history.


She had never felt so familiar with the mother she had long forgotten as she did today.


Perhaps that Old Mr. Li is the Legendary Food God.


So after returning with Durin, Lan En began to want to draw her mother from her mind onto the canvas.


Watching the smile on Lan En's face, Durin accompanied her, watching as she drew her mother onto the cloth.


Chapter 263: Night Talk