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

It's not that Durin didn't trust his comrades; it was because he was all too aware of the younger members of the Farol Intelligence Bureau's spirit of sacrifice. These young and middle-aged men could stubbornly refuse to speak even if their Divine Souls were wiped out, a trait that ordinary intelligence operatives simply couldn't match.


Of course, the main reason was that the Divine Envoy of the God of Destiny, Old Porter, arrived too quickly, which made Durin suspicious—why did it take so long for my last promotion, but you show up right after I've barely captured someone's soul? Durin even suspected this guy was on a 'false mission from the gods'.


However, after the Church of the God of Destiny condemned Durin, he started to feel a bit confused—sure, that young man was favored, but he was at fault for his actions and died by Durin's hand, a fact that was true, and it wasn't Durin who killed him, but rather the kid insisted on gambling with Durin.


Chapter 331: Gemini