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

The night market is bustling, the best statement for the late hours, but right now the market is nearly empty—someone had just lost their child, police officers had set up a cordon, and the vendors had no complaints, after all, today it was someone else's child, what if it was their own child tomorrow.


So their complaints were directed at the incompetent local police—today a visitor's child was lost, tomorrow it could be a local's, it isn't supposed to unfold like this in a small town.


And Durin arrived at the scene, immediately syncing up with Anta.


Soon, it was deep into the night, the area seemed to spin counterclockwise, revealing one person after another, like a movie in reverse.


The old mage responsible for the retrospective at the police station had white furrows in his brows, witnessing the so-called divine skill of the retrospective easily penetrating the area he could not trace, reaching the time period mentioned by that family.


Chapter 274: Targeting the Right Goal