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's title of Divine Craftsman is well-known across this land.


If Durin weren't Legendary, perhaps some would brazenly seek him out for a Divine Weapon.


But Durin is Legendary, and without sufficient strength, no one would dare to take such a step.


Today, Durin did not skimp on his skills; all members skilled in casting from the Church were present.


They watched as Durin picked up five iron ingots and tossed them into the air.


The next second, within a breath, these five iron ingots transformed into liquid and under everyone's gaze, the liquid began to stretch into the form of iron plates.


"Can you make anything out?" Chester Ingram asked his peer, his brother, who is now the casting main priest of the Church of the Nobility God.


The latter shook his head: "I can't do this trick, all I can say is that a Divine Craftsman is indeed a Divine Craftsman. I fear I will never learn this in my lifetime."


Chapter 291: Means