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

Old Kariou didn't understand what the economy meant; he made his living as a blacksmith—although it might sound funny that an undead blacksmith would do such a job, Undead Magic truly had the second-best physical constitution among mages.


So he bought five hundred shares—this was the money he scraped together by selling everything he had, including his iron pot. In his words, if he lost it all, he might have to live by digging up wild graves for a long time to come.


Being undead, he wouldn't feel disgraced.


Marilyn also bought five hundred shares; she had quite a bit of money, but she was still worried—not about Sigmund's character, as no one would dare defy a divine Bone Lich even if he robbed them outright, but she feared the economics of the Human World.


After all, this had never appeared before, and it was her first time dabbling in it.


Negan thought it over and eventually gathered a large sum of money to buy five thousand shares.


Chapter 219: Us and Them