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

Luo Houtu, upon hearing this, immediately promised to provide as many as needed.


Before he finished speaking, he had already brought over a thousand intelligent machines.


Seeing such a grand scene, the avatar of reason was extremely pleased—he gave the coordinates to Durin, and then Durin opened the Teleportation Gate and began transporting those files from the research center to the sanctuary.


As this side began moving files, the other side already started sorting them, and hundreds of intelligent machines began searching archives for postal center documents.


Then another batch of intelligent machines began rummaging through the contents.


Soon, the first document was unearthed.


Durin, Luo Houtu, and the avatar of reason immediately sat together to open the document.


Durin opened the envelope and saw the contents—a letter from Akhar to his mother. There wasn't much written.


Chapter 128: Without Glory