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

Durin walked into the study, and Duke Algin was opening the curtains when he saw Durin and immediately smiled: "Durin, you've come."


"Yes, Your Grace, Tanya said you wanted to see me." Although in his past life Durin was an old man, as a young man reborn in this life, respecting elders and caring for the young is a tradition.


"I heard you're planning to expand your army next year, is that so?" The old man was trying to fish out a lighter from his pocket.


Watching him bite down on his cigarette, Durin smiled and used his Mage's Hand Sword to light it for him.


Chapter 261: Control at Will