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

Durin actually doesn't want to fight these guys, especially under such chaotic circumstances, Durin isn't even clear about what these Chaos chaps really want, and that young man's words prove that his organization isn't part of Chaos.


Given that, Chaos, an unknown organization, maybe there'll be some other bizarre things too—anyway, Durin is certain the troubles facing him aren't just one, and under these circumstances, Durin definitely wouldn't want to make more enemies for himself.


First, take care of the Chaos lads, then see if it's possible to locate the unknown organization.


Speaking of which, this organization doesn't seem to be Northern Doctrine—Durin had passed his portrait to Pool, who showed it to the young disciples of Northern Doctrine, but they all said they didn't recognize it.


Chapter 337: It's Not