When Maser found Davina, she was only holding onto the broken fiddle while sitting in a daze in the ruins.

The silent little girl did not reveal a single shadow of Davina's pride.

With the church destroyed, Maser thought about what legal reason he should use to explain himself. However, what worried him the most was Davina's attitude towards her. In the process of his little girl leaving him for less than ten minutes, something happened.

Davina lowered her head, her hands holding onto the violin stiffly. Looking at her, it was as if she was a doll that would break at any time, pressing down so hard that every strand of her hair could not take even a little bit of the weight.

Maser's footsteps slowed down, he walked over, squatted down, and looked at Davina, but he could not find the focal point of her gaze. The man carefully asked with a low and gentle voice, "Dearest, what happened?

Davina lifted her head, and her petite face no longer had a smile, revealing a shocking maturity. As if she had seen Maser for the first time, she carefully sized up the man in front of her. After a long while, she curled her lips, and seemingly answered Maser in a very natural manner, "I lived here in the first place, don't you remember?"

The small loft was where Davina currently lived. The place Maser swore to protect her, her home, her place of safety .. A little prison?

Maser was unable to react and could only watch as she returned to the small attic while holding her violin without turning his head back.

Before Davina stood up and glanced at him, she could not describe that kind of feeling. It was not sadness, not anger, or even despair.

He was suppressing Maser so much that he couldn't say a word or explain himself. There had never been a time where Maser had clearly felt that he was powerless to do anything.

Maser punched the ground, the fragments of glass and stone embedded into his hands, stinging him painfully, but unable to dispel his anger in the slightest.

Damn it, he shouldn't have allowed this music festival to proceed smoothly. Damn it, he shouldn't have agreed to Davina's request, he shouldn't have let his guard down .. Damn it!

The furious Maser kept walking back with a dark face. Since Davina was ignoring him, then, he would have to vent his anger elsewhere.

Maser walked too fast, and basically, he did not see any signs of human traffic until his hand was grabbed by a human, a pair of human hands.

Her fingers were distinct and carried the aura of a church. Her hands were not rough, but they were powerful. A pair of human hands grabbed onto the furious Maser.

Maser looked carefully and saw a familiar calm man before him. He was an old friend of the human race who represented him — Father Kyran.

Maser didn't want to become enemies with the Father Kyran at the moment, he needed to maintain the balance and harmony of his French Region that was not in the natural world.

The vampires' furious expression faded, their fangs disappearing. Maser turned around and greeted the Father Kyran politely.

"Father Kyran, welcome back!" Maser straightforwardly patted his shoulder, as though he was a good friend that hadn't seen him in a long time, his snow-white teeth flashed. "But, ever since that incident .. I didn't expect you to come back. "

His hands took out a white handkerchief from his chest and wiped his shoulders. Maser's hands were covered in dregs and blood and he did not like the smell of blood, "I can tell that Maser did not feel that you need to explain to me anything after knowing what happened in my church's pavilion."

The Father Kyran was questioning Maser, but Maser still continued to laugh out loud, laughing as he replied, "I think you won't mind, God as evidence, I've helped you out a little."

The relationship between Maser and the Father Kyran had always been one of mutual benefit.

His church was used to raise a mysterious little witch, so it wasn't really a big problem. What he minded was that Maser had acted on his own accord and Ancestral Vampire had intervened.

After muttering to himself for a moment, Father Kyran still wanted to tell Maser about his experiences today. He needed to make arrangements soon, "I think you should have known that the Vampire Founder was back. The man's voice became serious and serious, "She was spying around the church and asking about the attic. She didn't know that there was a verbena in my body, otherwise I would have forgotten about her .." Now that she has found the attic and her brother, it looks like you have a problem to deal with. "

Rebecca had found out where Davina was hiding, so he had to think of a way to completely divert her Little Witch quickly. He nodded towards Father Kyran sincerely, and said in a familiar and deep voice, "Not towards you or your church."

Father Kyran still watched the bullsh * t vampire quietly. That explosion just now, he was not deaf.

Maser wiped his face, trying his best to maintain a friendly attitude, he shrugged, "The process of resolving the problem is painful, but I want to know, Priest, you are here to help me this time, to remind me .. Or was it just here to criticize me? "

Father Kyran took a step forward. He looked into Maser's eyes and flatly and straightforwardly warned him, that these monsters would never let him relax, "I will always remember Maser, that the reason you are able to stay safe in this city is because of those people who know your secret and are patient with you .."

Could it be that he's scared now? Right now, he is the master of this city, and this city is prosperous because of me and my subordinates. Please don't forget this. "