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

"Just like the old you, our newly acquainted little friend always seems to find some trouble, but this time, the trouble seems a little too big."


The God of Vengeance sat under the huge World Tree in the Endless Wilderness, sighing as he watched No-name fish by a pond.


"It's actually quite good, isn't it? If the Goddess of Wealth wants to expand her influence, then she should understand that in the business of capital operation, she and her followers are nothing more than children begging for food. Look, haven't they been thoroughly duped by Durin?"


"I've heard they might just default on their debts," The God of Vengeance said, while teasing a small lynx with a cat teaser in his hand.


Chapter 220: It Exploded