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 vampire spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm and said not a word.


"I'll handle this." Durin took the white-haired, red-eyed child from a Halfling, wrapping his arm around the child's shoulder, "Have you seen a pair of purple-eyed Grassland Elves?"


The child lunged at Durin, baring his fangs.


Durin sighed and walked with him into the sunlight.


Durin pushed him to the ground, and the little vampire disintegrated into a pile of ash upon falling.


Durin smiled as he walked over to another white-haired, red-eyed child. She wore a beautiful long dress. Durin looked at her and lifted her chin with his hand, "Have you seen a pair of purple-eyed Grassland Elves?"


Durin smiled happily, "Good child, tell me when this happened."


This time, Durin pulled out his pistol, and a silver-infused bullet cracked open the vampire's skull.


Chapter 184: Search