Tim's entire body was filled with sharp pain. His hands and feet were being torn apart and reassembled, and his head was buzzing. However, he only extended his hand and forcefully grabbed onto Claus's arm, the only thing left in his mind was the desire to live, "I beg you, please don't hurt me."

Claus looked at Tim's appearance, and it was as if he was looking at a corpse.

His expression changed into a cruel and calm one, his hands moved very quickly, Tim was lifted up by him and laid head down. Tim only took a glance and the curve of the floor changed into a sinister big mouth.

"No!" Tim shouted, he did not want to die, but Claus did not care about his resistance or pleas, and directly threw him down.

Crack * It was the sound of the boy's neck falling off. Tim was about to die, blood slowly flowed out from his throat.

Claus looked down at him from above. It was such a pity, that the young life form was about to disappear, and the sound of breathing was especially striking in the small space, "I didn't want to do this, but, regrettably, I don't have the time to pretend to be a good person to convince your Davina."

Davina felt Tim's fear, she turned and used the speed that it was impossible for humans to travel back to her, and rushed into the church.

Tim was lying on the ground, his neck was crooked, and the corner of his mouth was filled with blood. His young eyes were glazed over, and he was unable to see Davina, which also caused the entire world to become blurry.

"No .." Davina ran over to hug his young body. Why was it getting colder and colder. "Don't, wake up .. "I beg you, wake up .." Tim will be fine, Davina's tears kept falling, she thought she accidentally killed her beloved boy.

Davina's despair blotted out the sky and covered the earth. Claus stood there enjoying her pain for a while. No, please, I'm sorry... I don't want to hurt you... "Don't!"

Claus's patience was almost up as he walked out from the shadows. "One of the tragic consequences of war is the wounding of innocent people around you .." Claus calmly looked at Davina, as if he was telling the truth, "If the young Tim died for you, how much guilt would you have to bear for the rest of your life?"

Davina didn't even look at him as she sunk into her own pain. She hated Claus to death, if she had known this would happen, she would have preferred not to reunite with her boy. "Scram, stay away from me!"

Claus received the aftershock of the power and his body didn't move at all. With a touch of blood on the corner of his mouth, he sent the outline of his tongue back in time. Claus smiled with confidence as he squatted down and touched the question's tender forehead, "Don't be so anxious to be sad for now. My dear Davina, I can save him. "

Davina suddenly raised her head to look at him, as she slowly opened her mouth in disbelief.

Claus grinned, and used his leg to kick Davina who was lying on the ground, and slowly said, "As long as you, please me .."

The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds. Claus calmly looked at her, not caring at all that she might attack at any time.

If the Ancestral Vampire was not old and did not die, Claus had plenty of resources.

Davina raised her head and looked at Claus for a while. Like a peaceful snow lotus, her pale white face lost its expression, and she realized that Tim's breathing became weaker and weaker in her arms. The little witch was half-kneeling, half-lowering her noble head, and spoke to Claus with a hoarse and embarrassed voice. I beg you, I beg you .. Save him! "Please!"

"For you, Davina .. I'm happy to! " Claus pressed his hand to Tim's mouth, he suppressed the boy and sucked in a few mouthfuls of his blood, causing Tim's eyes to fill with blood as his body started to tremble.

Elijah was right, mixed blood blood was extremely useful in critical moments.

Tim woke up in a daze. The gaze he used to look at Claus and Claus was filled with fear and disbelief.

As the distance between them and Claus widened, Davina's breathing started to become calm. He was fine, thank God Tim was still alive.

Claus turned Tim's angle over and looked him in the eye. Claus cruelly controlled his mind and said affirmatively, "You will not remember anything that happened after the performance, including this meeting between you and Davina."

Davina covered her mouth, she was not willing to let go, and Tim was pulled back, "What? "No, don't .." Tim, however, nodded his head in a daze. He seemed to be confused about why he had appeared in the church.

Claus glanced at the boy, and the blood at the corner of his mouth was subconsciously wiped away by Tim. He stood up, and in his eyes, there was no Davina, no Claus, and even nothing that was broken in the surroundings.

Davina struggled as she looked at Tim. She bit the back of her hand tightly, not daring to cry.

Claus stood in front of Davina, calmly explained to her, and helped her analyze the situation. The bottom of his eyes seemed to be deliberately mocking, "If he remembered that he had seen you before, you think that he would look everywhere for you. He's so worried about you, he would definitely look for all kinds of ways .. If those evil witches knew of his existence and their knowledge of your weakness, the pitiful Tim would very likely be used as a bargaining chip again .. "

Davina stopped struggling, she hated herself for being unable to do anything, she also hated Claus's calmness, she hated French Region for everything, and she hated herself the most.

Tim instinctively wanted to grab onto his violin, but Claus supported his body with his hands, "Get up, little fellow." He grabbed hold of the violin box, and stuffed it into Tim's hands, "Bring your violin case, you will remember that you lost your musical instrument backstage."

Tim took the box, and calmly nodded his head. Claus pushed him towards the door as though he was trying to pacify him, and with the same calm smile on his face, he said, "Heh, little fellow, you really should be a bit more careful."

Davina fell onto the ground like a puppet. Her snow-white skirt was stained with blood, her facial features slowly became cold and stiff, her large eyes expressionless as she watched Tim leave. Davina knew that she would probably never have the chance to see this boy again in her entire life.

Claus instead felt that he had successfully completed his own mission. He walked in front of Davina, lowered his head, and emphasized the words he had said with a smile, "Dearest one, I've already settled everything for you. Now, you owe me a favor."

Davina did not react, her slender fingers touched the violin, the torn and tattered strings intertwined together, making it hard to see its original exquisite appearance.

It fell, it shattered, there was nothing left. Davina hugged her violin, her heart turning cold.

Seeing her nod her head and disappear into the air, Claus couldn't be bothered to care about this despairing little witch. In any case, he had already spoken of everything that he could say. Leave it to Maser.

This unintentional devil Claus finished Davina, and he disappeared without a trace. What a joke, he's very busy, okay?