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

"Who told you to feed them randomly? You take responsibility for it," Anta glared at Durin and walked off with his daughters, laughing and joking along the way.


Durin hesitated while looking at Minnie next to him, who was following him around like a puppy—since tasting two drops of blood, she had become like this. Fortunately, she was a Half-blood of a Vampire and a Grassland Elf. If she had any dog blood in her lineage, her tail would probably be unable to stop wagging right now.


He glanced over at the group of Astrologers, with Sherlosha as their leader, who was grinning with pleasure, "Your blood is too good. For young Vampires, they instinctively understand whether they can defeat you or not. If they can't, and you just happen to feed them Essence Blood, they will instinctively consider you as their caretaker."


Durin smiled, his mouth stretching into a particularly stiff grin—This isn't treating me like a caretaker; this is treating me like a meal ticket!


Chapter 321: The Breeder