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

Mr. Willins seemed very happy that he could help the innocent of this city.


This also brought joy to Durin, for among those who practice Undead Magic, many are compelled without choice. Their desire to reform was a good thing, and their presence here also signified their wish to change.


Since that was the case, their ability to change their mindset was the first step, a naturally good thing.


Meanwhile, Durin also wanted to know who had moved the metal bucket.


However, at this moment, the old bishop from the Church of Suffering came over with Old Liz.


Durin bowed with a smile to Lady Liz, "Lady Liz, it truly delights me to meet you."


"Oh, my little Durin, seeing you this way really breaks my heart. It must be tough becoming a Lich," said the old lady, tears appearing in the corners of her eyes as she hugged Durin without hesitation, then she looked toward Mr. Willins.


Chapter 293: Doesn't Affect Serious Business