Marcel's secret weapon was a cute little witch who looked no more than fourteen or fifteen.

Marcel slowly approached Davina and placed his hands on her slender and supple back.

"I think it will be very quiet outside." Marcel's voice became soft and joyful, as if he were treating his loveliest child.

She did not agree with Marcel's suggestion, but she seemed to feel that there was nothing she could say. She just lightly reminded him, "Witches don't just know how to use magic."

"They know that no matter what they want to do, you can feel it, my Davina."

Witch, Davina, powerful back guard, faithful little companion of Marcel.

The barefoot angel happily accepted Marcel's compliment and continued to sweetly interrogate him, "And those old guys, they are very dangerous .. I don't want them to hurt you. "

"You mean the ancestors?"

Marcel shook his head confidently, signalling to Davina not to worry, "Davina, as strong as you... They have no chance. "

"Yes." "I will protect you," she said, as if Klaus and the others were nothing in her eyes.

Davina was the reason why Marcel was so arrogant and confident.

Davina, the most powerful witch in the French Quarter, was owned by Marcel, and feared by the wizards.

Marcel's smile deepened. The powerful Davina had cast a protective spell on him, so even Klaus couldn't do anything to him.

"Come on, my dear Davina, I'll take you to bed." Marcel leaned forward and picked up his little angel. His bare feet revealed only Marcel's shadow.

She wanted to protect Marcel, who had given her the chance to live. Marcel was her savior, the only dark knight in the world who would not deceive and betray her.

She seemed to have forgotten to tell him about the mysterious identity of White Dew, but her strength made her proud.

She didn't care about the dew, so it didn't matter whether Marcel knew or not.

Power was a very scary barrier, but at the same time, it was also an extremely dangerous blind spot.

At this point, Davina and Klaus had no idea.

Bai Lu was lucky enough to survive.

Lucky White Dew was at dinner, Elijah at her side, Klaus at the other end of the long table, saying nothing.

The bright moonlight scattered on the polished floor of the dining room, the white gauze swayed gently in the wind, the tables and chairs were spotless, and in the silver vase of the early sixteenth century there were flowers that Elijah had picked up from nowhere, and on top of them, even glistening with dew.

After leisurely drinking the last mouthful of soup, Bai Lu felt that the nobles were really good.

"Are you full?"

White Lu nodded. Klaus was still pretending to be mute.

Elijah had persuaded her to go for a walk first. The proper exercise after dinner was a good thing for pregnant women.

When Beru looked at him, Elijah took good care of her, and she turned to him in the middle of her journey. "Elijah, is what you said today true? You will protect us, always? "

Elijah looked up, but before he could answer, a voice suddenly sneered.

"Wolf girl, don't worry. The noble Elijah will always keep his promise."

White Dew and Elijah looked at Klaus, who had suddenly spoken. What was wrong with him?

Klaus, who was dressed as a family member, looked very handsome. His dimples were faintly discernible and his expression was very subtle. After a few rounds, he seemed to have made his own judgement.

She went out for a walk. For some reason, she didn't like to be in the same space as Klaus.

Klaus was not like the gentle Elijah. Just from the look in his eyes and the brutality of his approach, Bailu Yi instinctively wanted to resist.