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

Copenhagen was just as cold and snow-laden as Durin remembered it to be.


Old Klein followed Durin out of the Teleportation Gate, finding themselves in front of the Arts Academy's gate, gazing at it with a sigh of emotion.


Durin sighed as well. The first time he had entered through these gates, he saw Dwarves and Elves; one had died, another had gone to the South, and the Academy's dean back then had died of old age, while the head of instruction had perished right before his own eyes.


Luckily, the gatekeeper still recognized Durin. Durin used their phone to dial an internal number for the Northern Military Intelligence Bureau. In less than half an hour, the now no longer young Six-finger Bureau Chief arrived at the gate in his vintage Silver Ghost, turning the street corner.


Rolling down the car window, he took a glance at Old Klein, "Mr. Durin, who is this…" "A Vampire, the same one who has recently registered with No-name."


Durin replied while climbing into the car.


Chapter 336: Hemp Rod and Wolf