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

Having seen off Romiel and handed the shelled walnuts to the old butler Spencer, Durin decided to take advantage of the time before the New Year to get this matter handled.


The Tri-Saint Society had few children, and Durin had already completed the Awakening Ritual. During the time allocated for New Year visits to the children in the manors, it would be the perfect opportunity to handle everything one manor at a time.


So, what was needed next was a new identity—after all, this was an incognito investigation. If he went there in the guise of a Candle Dragon, that would defeat the entire purpose.


As a result, Durin finally chose to disguise himself as an elderly version of himself—it had been a long time since he had taken on his elderly form.


Looking at his reflection in the mirror, Durin adjusted his tie and then with a wave of his hand, opened the Teleportation Gate.


"Durin, where are you going?" asked Anta, pushing open the door.


Chapter 64: Grandpa Durin, Attack!