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

Negan Lovar was explaining the course to his students when he received the message conveyed by the Messenger.


Facing the message brought by the Messenger, he felt an unquestionable sense of duty: "Please tell Mr. Pool that I will immediately notify my colleagues and take with me all who are willing to step into Hell to Lille."


The young Grassland Elves Messenger nodded: "Very well, Sir Durin is already in the riskiest district in Lille. You have been granted amnesty, and whether you go is entirely voluntary."


His words left Negan silent for a while: "I volunteer to go because I owe Sir Durin a favor that I cannot repay in this lifetime."


Yes, the favor I owe Sir Durin is still unreturned.


Having said that, Negan went back to packing up the items on the lecture desk.


Below the stage, the class president among his students stood up: "Negan, what's the matter?"


"Sir Durin is in Lille, where an unexplained disease has emerged. As a professional, I need to go there."


Chapter 288: Yearning