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 bald Angalor Gallagher of the Church of the Original Creator stood behind the curtains, watching Mr. Durin Alsh walk into the front courtyard of the fortress with his little Dragon.


To be honest, Angalor didn't understand why the task of mediation was assigned to him, as one party was an individual and the other was the God of Destiny Church. Those unaware might think the former stood no chance, requiring Angalor's protection; but those in the know realized the Church hoped Angalor could use his influence to control Sir Durin's anger, lest he go berserk and slaughter the entire church hierarchy.


There was no helping it; Sir Durin's power was becoming more and more formidable—terrifying is the only way to describe it, for the very existence of a young man under twenty-five with four legendary attributes is a horror in itself, an almost indescribable reality.


Chapter 333: Conflict