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."

After saying that, the Withered Demon Lord began to laugh. The empty sockets of its eyes were dancing with a pale green Soul Fire, and the blackish saliva dripping from the corners of its rotten lips was corroding the stone ceiling, creating wafts of blue smoke.


It spread its arms, and a black chainsaw sword was dragged out from its chest—with its movements, through the exposed wound in its chest cavity, Durin could see the dark red fungal threads on the black viscous organs undulating with each breath,


It shook the chainsaw sword in its hand, and the bones and flesh wrapped around it rustled as they fell off.


·I am the embodiment of the Mother of Eternal Life, the most loyal child of your ancestor, and you, such a Candle Dragon, naively think you can stop me? In the eyes of me, a Child of God, your Strength is like that of a child.


Chapter 785 - Chapter 297: Round Dance