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

Melinda probably had never encountered someone as audacious and shameless as Durin before. Even when the Prime Minister Roxiang returned, the Rabbit Girl still had her lips pursed in frustration.


When Durin walked over holding her hand to catch up with Roxiang, she sighed and said, "You really know how to play dirty, don't you?"


"Just tell me, did you lose any weight or not?" Durin had wanted to try such a hardcore weight-loss method for ages but lacked the ability back then. Now, he could finally fulfill that wish.


As for Roxiang, he couldn't stop praising the airforce of Chang Tang, mentioning how both the Old Man and Mr. Yan had visited the Western Lands and found that aside from the mages, the Western Lands didn't even have a single flying tractor.


Yes, that's correct—the first plane in Chang Tang's history had an engine modified from a tractor.


Chapter 4: Indulgent Jest