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

The person in charge of the current transport team and his ledger were quickly delivered to Lord Durin by the other teams of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.


Facing the questions of the Paladin squad of the Ministry of Internal Affairs on Lord Durin's side, the middle-aged man exhibited an innocent face; his answers were flawless, yet Big Orange still spotted a problem.


·His heartbeat is too fast, there is definitely something wrong with him.


Durin looked at the ledger, which contained records of goods received and transported,


As everyone knows, a lie told a thousand times will never become the truth, so Durin took over the interrogation process—he sat in front of the middle-aged man, sized him up, and then smiled and said: "Mr. Meis Wajok, who are you."


This question, if posed to someone trading places, is definitely one they cannot answer.


Thus, when the middle-aged man spoke, he could not articulate his words.


Chapter 329: Duty