Elya had always been a man who left a lot of leeway.

He was elegant, he was calm, even, he was indifferent, Marcel did not hate Elijah, but he rejected men like Elijah.

It was also a very annoying trait, especially since Elijah liked to show innocence and leniency at all times.

"Me?" Marcel looked at Elijah's helpless expression. Klaus never listened to anyone's thoughts or opinions. "You and your brother are becoming more and more self-righteous, aren't you?"

Elijah continued to smile and taste the wine.

Marcel pounded on the table and looked across at the lukewarm Elijah. He was angered by the fact that he and Klaus shared the same job, "You came to my place like you came to your own home."

Elijah smirked and put a mouthful of wine into his mouth, "This place was once our territory. As far as I can remember, back then .." We all had a good time, but we couldn't get rid of those annoying witches in the French Quarter. "

Marcel's face changed. He too was thinking of his former happiness and freedom.

"How did you do it?" Elijah looked at Marcel. This was a problem that not even the progenitor vampires could solve.

"Your brother asked me the same question," Marcel had found his advantage. He crossed his arms over his chest and answered with a smile, "I also gave him the same answer, it's my business."

Elijah finished his drink and put down his goblet with a crisp hum.

"Everything in this area is mine," said Marcel, grinding his white teeth. "Klaus came back here very kindly, and then he scoffed at everything I did, as if it were a cheap copy of one of his damned paintings."

Elijah thought of Klaus's expression, and it was true. Marcel's anger calmed him a little.

"In the end, he got angry like a little bitch," Marcel, the victim, complained, and Elijah seemed to recall many times that his brother, Klaus, had been successful in causing trouble. "Bite one of my trusted aides!"

His eyes bulging, his blood boiling, he was panting heavily. Marcel was obviously very angry at Klaus.

Elijah helped Marcel pour a glass of wine and comforted him gently. "I'm very sorry for Klaus' bad behavior." "I also think he should kill an enemy who will kill you in a few days, not your faithful left hand."

"Obviously not. Klaus didn't even think we were friends when he attacked."

Elijah patted Marcel on the shoulder, as if you knew how bad Klaus was, and gave him a reasonable suggestion. "Don't worry, Klaus' blood can cure him."

"What?"

"Yes," Elijah said, without changing his face from Marcel's surprise. He continued to explain, handing him the chips. "Obviously, the blood of a half-breed can heal a werewolf's bite."

Marcel stared at him. Elijah had come so kindly to tell him about it, he must have had a purpose, a good man in an elegant gentleman's coat, sometimes even more terrible and profound than his tyrannical brother.

The danger and cruelty of Klaus were always a reminder of your defenses, and the noble and gentle Elijah was always on your guard. People who were sold and deeply grateful to him were everywhere.

Elijah continued to drink his wine. "Things that are quite convenient and easy to do, especially when there's a need for bargaining chips..." Isn't that so, Marcel? "

"What kind of negotiation?" Marcel asked cautiously.

"Give them back Jane's body," Elijah demanded. "Allow her fellow witches to rest in peace."

Marcel was surprised. He had expected Elijah to ask him not to trouble Klaus any more. Had the nature of his good brother changed?

Would this be beneficial to Klaus?