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

Leon Shivas was a middle-aged man with a distinct dominant Elf bloodline, thin and still wearing what seemed to be a college uniform. The three young people who had led the way for him were probably running with him all the way and now they were either panting heavily behind him, supporting their legs, or simply slumping there, exhausted.


Even though one was a university professor and the other a grassroots member of the Northern Doctrine in Sicily.


It seemed he still couldn't outrun them.


And as the former pushed open the door, he immediately saw Lord Durin sitting at the counter, with Ulyula and Klein, two battered Vampires, treating themselves with ointment on the side.


And his child was playing chess under Lord Durin's tail.


Vampires had a sense of Perception; seeing Klein, he understood.


"If I weren't Legendary and didn't have Secret Techniques to save my life, I wouldn't be your grandfather!" Old Klein grumbled, "Where is your father?"


Chapter 315: Decline