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

After listening to Austin and the others, Durin wasn't surprised — this is the price one must pay to become No-name, but with so many people around, Durin couldn't explain it to them.


Madame Lin assigned tasks to the small families, sending them to various places to investigate.


Once the people from the small families were gone, Durin finally spoke: "It is indeed cognition pollution, but it's not what you think, it's not the evil gods playing tricks."


Ulyula, who was sorting through documents, turned to look at Durin: "Young master, what do you mean by that?"


"The meaning is simple. Go ask the commoners and legendary figures in those small places about their memories of me, and you'll understand," Durin said, briefly letting go of the control over himself.


In that instant, the small office sanctified, and everyone clearly felt the extraordinary divinity in Durin.


"You killed those evil gods!" Madame Lin was the first to react.


Chapter 171: Emei Snow