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."

The tip of the rapier in the elderly woman's hand had an edge, indicating that it had a certain slicing function.


Don't underestimate this edged part. Even though the triangular Swift Sword can strike an opponent's face and neck with the tip of the blade, once there's an edge, it could potentially be lethal.


From its design, it seemed to be a Western Lands-style rapier that Durin was familiar with in his past life. In this world, according to Eleven, it had a more realistic name.


Sadly, in the current ecosystem, the Spanish Peninsula had yet to be created.


It had an overly unconventional large bowl-shaped guard compared to other sword designs, which could excellently protect the wielder's hand.


Chapter 947 - Chapter 59: Unwilling to Bow Before the Carriages and Horses