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

Since Durin had spoken thus, the youngster finally gathered his courage, held Natalia's small hand, and ran towards the academic building with her.


"Just like when you held my hand to escape that dog chasing us," Anta said, watching the figures of the two children disappear into the distance, with a hint of emotion.


Durin sighed, then looked towards Old Enrique: "Your grandson is not bad. If this could really work out many years from now, I wouldn't object."


"I'll trust you this time. But I still worry, she is a Candle Dragon, those Candle Dragons from Eastern Changtang..." "My grandmother was beyond their reach back then, and they can't interfere in my sister's future either."


After Durin finished speaking, he handed an old man a cigarette: "You look a bit haggard recently."


Chapter 341: Can't Bear to Let Go