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 been loafing around in the Eternal Blaze Nest for half a month, living off meager supplies, until the Church of the Original Creator announced that it would officially take over the ramshackle Wealth Goddess Church.


By then, even the most stubborn members of the Wealth Church had been forced to admit that the Goddess had fallen, and during all this time, their prime suspect, Durin, was still very much alive, living like a normal person.


For the common people, if a mortal succeeded in killing a god, they would undoubtedly hurry to ascend as the new god.


The fact that Durin was still considered a mortal indirectly proved that the Goddess was not killed by Durin—but who would have thought, though not killed by Durin, the Goddess died because of him.


Therefore, once Durin ended his self-imposed confinement, he began preparations to once again contact Negan Lovar and others.


Chapter 249: Answering Myself