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

Genos Christian looked across at Sir Durin, his heart filled with unease.


In his view, Sir Durin had already been possessed by a demon.


But his will was as tough as steel, and even though possessed, his will still held dominance, even suppressing the infested state, rendering the terrible whispers ineffective.


The Lord of Secrecy, King of Thousand Changes, was indeed the most cunning of the Alien Gods. He clearly understood that within this team, Sir Durin was the strongest. If Sir Durin could be taken down, then the team would be like lambs awaiting slaughter.


However, Sir Durin's condition was not good; he kept looking towards an empty direction more than once.


This indicated that the possessed state was eroding his will, pass after pass of mental fortitude tests succeeded, but as the saying goes, you can win countless times, but the King of Thousand Changes only needs to win once.


Chapter 255: History Repeats Itself