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

Alice looked numbly at the steel corridor outside the window. She understood that this was the lower layer of the research center. In reality, it was an area twisted by Chaotic Power, where fundamental rules no longer existed. Every life form there would be twisted into a form they never imagined.


But here, in Director Sun's memory, everything was still new.


As the tram exited the tunnel, Alice saw a platform-like rest area. This was the transport ship docking station in the lower area. In the brightly lit rest area, Alice saw many people, many children with golden hair wearing white robes, chattering excitedly.


Anyway, Alice couldn't understand this ancient language.


Not to mention her, many Ancient Sages also couldn't understand it, as it completely deviated from the texts and languages known to them.


As the tram doors opened, Director Sun smiled and walked out. Alice followed her out.


Chapter 85: Like Floating Clouds