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 had seen the statue of the Goddess of Wealth, a woman with a majestic chest like mountains, entirely different from the Rabbit Spirit before him.


However, considering the ever-changing appearances of deities and the Goddess of Wealth's rarity in making saintly appearances, Durin couldn't discern the reason for the disparity.


As she opened her eyes, the room began to distort again.


For an instant, Durin stood in front of an array of life-support pods, behind each transparent lid, a baby was upside down in artificial amniotic fluid.


In the next moment, Durin was behind a glass wall, watching the rabbit-eared girl clumsily scoop salad with a spoon at a table on the other side.


Then, Durin found himself under a tree, watching the little Rabbit Girl run across the field, her laughter reaching directly into his mind.


Chapter 232: Leaving After the Task is Done