Claus and Rebecca focused their attention on Sophie together. The pitiful witch shook the goose bumps all over her body, and when Claus took a step closer, she helplessly lowered his head and admitted, "Pretty much, the spirit of a witch .. It is your child that will lead to the death of all the witches. She is a destroyer, the son of your demon. "

Claus was stunned, after that, his expression became subtle yet happy, and his tone became warm. It was not because she was the son of a demon, she belonged to his mixed bloodline Claus, "This one second, I suddenly like this cute child more and more."

Claus laughed sinisterly, both Sophie and Rebecca felt that at the same time, and shook their bodies.

Rebecca flashed in front of Sophie and held her by the neck, she did not allow anyone to hurt this magical child, "Listen, Sophie," Rebecca officially informed her, and then instantly opened his mouth wide in warning, "I have already promised Elijah that I will protect this magical child of the Melkearns family. At the same time, Elijah will try to win the loyalty of your witch Davina.

Sophie's expression became very strange and intense. She was so curious that she couldn't care about her own neck, and desperately grabbed onto Rebecca's hand to ask. The news of the only girl left in the Sacrifice of Harvest caused her to lose her cool, "Is Elijah talking with Davina? He found Davina, right? Is she all right? "

Rebecca nodded with certainty. Her brother's efficiency had always been good, only the women he didn't want to persuade were not the ones he couldn't, "Right, just as we were speaking, Elijah is trying his best to gain the trust of that super little witch."

Sophie nodded her head sadly, she seemed to have also become weaker, and her tone became more solemn and awkward, "Then, I think Davina will have a lot of things to comment on about this small group of radical people .. They almost killed her. "

Claus was not patient enough, the Witch was wasting his time, he straightforwardly came to a conclusion and kicked the sofa cushion, "Then please tell me, I was anxious to see my baby."

Sophie threw her body in the middle of the sofa, her eyes were filled with pain and struggle from her memories, "Actually, I wasn't always a supporter of witches.

Sophie's memories came to a point before everything had happened, which was the New Orleans from eight years ago.

At that time, Sophie was completely a wild, rebellious girl. She was wearing a tight skirt and participating in all kinds of parties and beer festivals.

Sometimes, Sophie would even create a series of beautiful dances to guide herself. She was showering with youth and rebellion, her exquisite and complex tattoos were blooming with temptations that could draw one's life. She was a little girl who provoked others, not a serious and proper witch.

Sophie's voice was filled with shock and nostalgia, she bit her teeth and said in a sad tone, "But, my sister — — Jane An, like my parents, is dedicated to the cause of witches. She is completely different from me, she is a 100% witch .. As you can imagine, those things are driving me crazy. When I was 21, I left the French Region to travel, and I chose to indulge myself everywhere to enjoy the good wine and food. I would kiss or even make love to different people. I need these to prick/excite my numb life... In the end, I wanted to be a chef, so I went back to Rousseau's. "

Jane An was very happy that she welcomed Sophie's return. The two sisters had a very good relationship with him since young, even with their different personalities, she had always doted on Sophie.

"On that day, I was having fun again, but in the middle of it, Jian An appeared in front of me and asked to talk to me alone. I agreed," Sophie's voice started to sound scared and uneasy, as if she was not willing to remember that scene at all, "Jian An told me that the elders in the clan wanted to perform the ceremony, and that we would move forward together with the Reaping Sacrifice."

Rites?

Harvest?

Sacrifice?

Claus and Rebecca looked at each other. The word "harvest" that Sophie bit her tongue was practically filled with bitterness and hatred. Then, the important thing was this so-called harvest ceremony. So, what the hell is this ceremony or your 'harvest'? "

Sophie looked at Claus and Rebecca. She considered her words, but still chose to be frank with them in the end. It was just as Rebecca had said, with the situation developing to this point, she had no choice.

"The harvest sacrifice is a ritual that us witches perform once every three centuries. That way, the connection between us and our ancestors' magic will be restored. We will contribute our strength to pacify our ancestors, and they will continue to give us their inheritance."

Similar to a kind of feedback behavior, the connection between the ancestors and the witches continued to grow, reap, and cut .. Cutting, harvesting.

Claus curiously asked as he held his hands together. He actually didn't know about this matter, which sounded rather interesting, "Why haven't we heard of it before?"

Ancestral Vampire had lived for so many years, but he had never heard of such a ridiculous ceremony.

Because the Sacrifice of Harvest is always regarded as a myth. A story passed down from generation to generation by the Elders is just like a story of a Noah's Ark or a Buddha walking on water.

It was just the legend of the Witch Clan. Sophie didn't believe in this ceremony before, but she had paid the price of blood for it.

Rebecca looked at Sophie, and the resolute Witch pounded on the sofa fiercely. Her tone was a little resentful and helpless as she said, "Some people really believe it, but some people simply don't believe it."

Sophie gradually fell back into her memories. She remembered this sacrificial ceremony, the four girls included her niece and good friend Monica, Davina.

Monica — Jane An's only daughter.

The 'Sacrifice of Harvest' unfolded as usual, the elders were muttering and dancing with joy, all of them firmly believed in it. The mysterious and praising incantation reverberated in the air, and Sophie was able to hear the mystical melody on stage.

"..." In order to be reborn, we must sacrifice .. "

"..." In order to be reborn, we must have faith .. "

"..." "Do you trust the Reaping Sacrifice? .."

The 16 year olds all resolutely nodded their heads and stretched out their hands to receive the elders' blessings. The education they had received since they were young made them feel incomparably honoured. This was their family's glory, so they naturally believed in it without a doubt.

At that time, Sophie did not believe her and she swore that she would not let Jian An do as he pleased. Her niece Monica was only sixteen years old, and Sophie did everything she could to stop the ceremony from proceeding smoothly.

The young and rebellious witch took the lead to rush into the venue of the simulation ceremony. Sophie wanted to take her niece away, but she was stopped by all the witches.

Monica looked at Sophie a little innocently. She refused to leave with Sophie because she was proud of herself.

She simply could not understand their choice and actions. For her dear niece, she could not remain silent, and Monica would die, "What are you doing?"

The elder only indifferently answered her with a very natural and appropriate tone, "Save the group that you abandoned."

She looked at Monica who was kneeling at the side, and took his hand away with all her might. However, his hand was pushed away, and even though Monica's attitude was very firm, Sophie's tone was filled with anger and unwillingness, "Monica, is it? Do you believe in all this nonsense? "

Sacrifice?

How in the world did this damned Harvest Sacrifice brainwash these seemingly smart witches?!