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

When the embodiment of reason returned, Durin was led by the Great Elder into the central underground corridor of the Truth Corridor.


-West Continent Eastern Europe's first sanctuary, a secret shelter, I never thought I would be here.


Durin, however, was no longer surprised—after all, it was said that only each generation's Great Elder, when succeeding, would receive the key representing their identity from the previous Great Elder, who would then lead them to the door before entering the innermost teaching hall alone to listen to the sacred words of the Dual Mothers.


This place was accessible to only one person, except when that door opened, and the Son of the Great Project came out—only he, could follow the Great Elder into the underground corridor.


Durin had seen that key, which like his, both represented identity.


Durin's identity plaque could also pass through the door's lock verification.


Chapter 199: Promise