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

"Do you think this thing can be mass-produced?" As Durin landed, the Old Man looked at Luo Xiangguo.


The latter froze for a moment, then snorted with a displeased expression, "Mass production is not the problem; the issue is how many pilots you can find that can fly like this."


The Old Man clicked his tongue and finally sighed, no longer asking this foolish question.


"I can't do what Mr. Durin does, maybe it requires someone with higher psychic affinity. I don't know how high Durin's affinity with psychic powers is." As a regular human Heavenly Master, Pilot Liu couldn't really understand how powerful Durin was.


"Get someone to take a look," Luo Xiangguo suggested.


"Forget it. Last time, those old guys from the Heavenly Master Mansion took a look at Durin from the sky and either hid under the table or bled from their seven orifices. If you let them come, I'm sure they'll call the police." The Old Man gave his descendant a sidelong glance.


Chapter 7: The Five-Colored Horse