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

Durin's dream reached the ears of all the influential figures within a few days.


The Cardinal group of the Dual Mothers naturally felt there was nothing inappropriate about it, and even thought it truly befitting for the Saint Heir and God's Chosen personally selected by the Dual Mothers.


This compassionate heart is truly beyond words.


Moreover, the Church also knew about Durin's previous actions of purchasing the children of poor and destitute peasants and farmers, bringing care to families mired in limitless suffering; there had been some slight criticism from some bishops of humble origin before.


But now, with word and deed in comparison, they all found themselves somewhat at a loss for words.


Look, our faithful Durin has a pure heart.


It was this land that drove him mad! Look, under normal circumstances, has this child ever harbored the thought of killing—what he thinks about is always how to save people!


Chapter 166: Dreamland