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

"Eleven, come out and identify what this thing is."


Durin couldn't recognize this object - it was different from the Life-Support Pod he had encountered in the ravine years ago. The Life-Support Pod he had found was pod-shaped, but this thing was perfectly spherical and appeared to have no way to open it from the outside.


Eleven squeezed out from the palm of Durin's hand, scanned the object for a while, and then let out a sound.


Faced with Eleven's advice, Durin and Duke Alessandro asked in unison.


After saying this, Eleven projected the scanned content onto the wall.


What Durin and the Old Duke saw was a skeleton. The bones weren't scary, but the horrifying part was that it still moved.


Chapter 211: Judgment