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 did hope to keep this matter under wraps, but whether in his past life or this one, there are ultimately no secrets that don't get out. Soon some commoners knew about it, and then it could no longer be concealed. Eventually, young people from the Tri-Saint Society and Durin's own system began to suspect each other.


This was still manageable compared to some places, such as Sidney. Last time, there was an orphan riot, and this time they purged quite a few young people. Now, everyone tacitly knows but accumulates Strength, and Durin feels that even if they start a civil war the next second, it would not be surprising.


As for other places, the situation was more or less the same.


Chapter 346: Frost Heaven of Ten Thousand Types