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

The middle-aged man approached, some panic in his step—he was not inside, had not seen Durin miraculously change the living, but he could only brace himself and come over, seeing as a Bone Lich was walking among these Legendary and Transcendent elders as if it were nothing unusual.


   "Chester Ingram, deputy commander of the Sidney army stationed in Lille, Colonel." As the middle-aged man answered, he wiped the sweat from his forehead.


   · Colonel Chester, who is currently in charge of the management of Lille.


   "Directly under Royal control, Sir." He seemed brave, but his trembling arms betrayed him.


   Durin asked while pulling out a somewhat tarnished cane.


   "Marquis Jaden Hogan." The middle-aged man looked at the cane, his hands trembling even more.


Chapter 287: Fleeting Life