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

After the second spontaneous combustion, the old man no longer resisted drinking the blood of the Salar Beast.


Even after he finished drinking, he asked Ulyula for another bag... Truly, the environment shapes a person.


After quenching his thirst with blood, the old Vampire used a Spell Formula to change into a new set of clothes before stepping out of the tomb and bowing to Durin.


"Klein Shivas, I pay my respects to you, my lord."


This old Vampire had a high nose ridge like a cliff, and his eyes displayed dark red irises; his pupils shrank, probably due to the surrounding light; when he spoke, unusually long canine teeth were visible.


"Mr. Klein, I am Durin. Can you explain why you are here?"


Well, just one sentence piqued Durin's curiosity.


Chapter 313: Pointing the Way