"I know my brother Klaus better than anyone. Once you give birth to that unknown thing in your belly, White Dew, believe me... He will prepare your coffins for you. "

For the time being, she didn't want her child to know about this. The sound of water was heard, and Rebecca's hand was added.

Rebecca ignored her, wiped her hands clean, wiped them with a tissue, turned to the door, and continued, "As soon as I find Elijah, I'll go."

Bailu Yu nodded her head in understanding. Klaus was a madman, so she also felt that it would be better to stay as far away from him as possible. That man might even eat her if he was in a bad mood one day. The child was going to teach him to be a scum.

"Lying in a coffin for decades with a dagger stuck in it is terrible." "Believe me." She seemed to want to go back to her room. She waved her hand.

"You're right, this is the best way." Bailu Yi accepted her suggestion. Although Rebecca's words didn't sound good, every word she said was a piece of advice.

Poirot saw Rebecca enter the room. She stretched out her hand and took out something from within her clothes.

Bai Lu looked at the little gadgets wrapped in cloth. Due to her pregnancy status, her movements had become a lot more convenient.

Everyone needed chips, she thought, and she could not trust them when the situation was unclear, including Elijah, Rebecca, and her child's father, Klaus.

Sophie was hard at work cleaning up her shop, and her mind wasn't there at all.

The sunshine was not bad, at least for a while, Marcel did not have the time to bother with her. She was enjoying her time, when suddenly, the wind became sharp and cold, and she seemed to sense something.

What was scary was not the danger you were facing, but the ice-cold threat that made no sound or approach.

"Is anyone there?" Sophie cried out. "Come out, I'll tell you." Her tattooed arm rose as if to touch the kitchen knife on the counter.

"No, Marcel? It's you... Are you trying to scare me?... I had nothing to do with your man being killed last night. " Sophie looked around, instinctively feeling threatened and oppressed.

There was no wind as it moved, creating a gap.

The utensils in the kitchen swayed a little, the cold light reflecting off Sophie's beautiful nervous face. She quickly rushed over to pick up the knife, and before the weapon could land on the table, her arm was grabbed by an equally slender and powerful hand.

"Sophie?" "Rebecca looked at a defensive witch. Not bad, she looks like a smart one." My brother Elijah told me about you. "Rebecca removed the knife from Sophie's hand." Do you know who I am? "

"Yes." Sophie nodded, blond hair and blue eyes, the power that made people shudder to stand there, one of the first vampires, their sister Klaus — 'Rebecca'.

"Then you know we should have a good talk." Rebecca gave Sophie a beautiful smile. Sophie only felt a little cold, but her neck was in her control.

Sophie led Rebecca to the cemetery, where they talked as they walked. "If I may guess, in view of Klaus's past, Elijah now has a dagger in his chest."

"Is that a magical object?" Sophie thought it was none of her business, she couldn't help her draw the dagger, and Klaus wouldn't allow it.

"You are a witch, cast a Localization Spell, and you will find Elijah if you find the dagger." Rebecca knew the powers of a witch. Her goal was to find Elijah.

Sophie searched her pockets with both hands, shook her head, and explained in a helpless tone, "I can't use magic, I'll be executed... This is Marcel's rule. "

Rebecca stopped.

"Marcel?" Rebecca sneered in disdain, her killing intent starting to rise again, "What do you think I'll do to you if you can't give it to me and the result I want?"

Rebecca didn't mind killing another witch, especially Sophie, who was in front of her and was smelly at her. To their ancestors, humans were nothing but food and entertainment.

Sophie, of course, was no exception.