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

Theodore briefly fell silent, and then he paid a humble tribute to Durin.


"I have an army, should the situation spiral out of control, such as everyone in the city being transformed into puppets manipulated by the Gracious Grandmother, please take command on my behalf, Lord Durin. The inner conflicts among the Undead depend solely on the strength of their puppet masters, and I believe in you."


"At that time, you will also become a puppet in my hands; are you not afraid?"


"Being a puppet in your hands would be a privilege for me. You are so powerful that you can emerge unscathed even from the Demon Realm, and even slay Great Demons with ease. Your strength is truly a blessing for me."


"Very well. Since you trust me so much, I will certainly lead you all in a good fight against that old hag."


"Come with me, let's take a look at the nearby street districts."


Chapter 292: Looking for Fun