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

Royce Haz seemed to sit up, the young man looked at the mirror in the cabinet, the reflection showing his inexperienced face.


With the shouts coming from the drill ground, Royce rubbed his forehead. He seemed to have had a long dream.


He was somewhat regretful that the content of the dream had already become blurry, and as he got up, the first rays of the morning sun penetrated the room through the curtains, casting a brightness that added much light to the small room at an oblique angle off the standing mirror cabinet.


The cleverly built walnut mirror cabinet was tucked behind the door, and the man in the mirror took a shirt from the chair and put it on, followed by a pair of military green trousers.


The brass buckle belt was surplus military stock, highlighting a solid build.


He walked to the window where there was a desk with a brass desk lamp, several books, and a single-action revolver in a leather holster.


Chapter 326: Farewell