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

Durin summoned a rational being after he learned of the Demon Lord's location and sighed while looking at the map, "Luxembourg, a good place."


"Why do you say that?" Durin had never been to such a place, for, in the Western Lands of the New Era, Luxembourg did not exist. Like many cities, it had been slaughtered by the chaotic armies of the Evil God in the Old Era, and had become uninhabited.


Later in the Western Lands, there were many cities and regions that did not correspond to this world, and Durin had no interest in history whatsoever.


To him, Luxembourg was merely a city from another timeline.


"Lubbourg, on our timeline's Earth, is a wonderful small country filled with historic sites, like castles, great for traveling. Unfortunately, what exists here is just a replica, or not even a replica, since it is now a border city of the Sidney Union. History has taken a detour here, sending all historians into the ditch."


Chapter 251: Manhunt