New Orleans, a bustling seaside town, a 'happy capital' for holiday travel.

Elijah stopped in the Rousseau street, a style Klaus would have liked.

"What brings you to the City of Pleasure?" The pretty blonde girl greeted her handsome and noble guest.

Elijah had lived for too long, and he knew where the news was fastest and most complete in New Orleans. Moreover, there was a blonde bartender in the bar who looked so delicious.

Indeed, Elijah had guessed correctly. Before Klaus had entered the bar, he had met a delicious little wolf girl alone — White Dew.

"I used to live here." "No," he replied. Elijah glanced around naturally, still in his familiar luxury and lost. New Orleans, it seemed, hadn't changed at all.

Luxury, indulgence, pleasure, complexity, depravity.

"Really? "When .." Camil had never seen him before. The town wasn't big, and her job at this bar wasn't short either. It was impossible for her not to recognize such a handsome man.

The gentleman smiled, and Elijah took a sip of his wine. He had a clear sense of taste, and he liked the taste of the cocktail. He opened his mouth slowly and replied, "I feel like a hundred years ago."

It would have seemed frivolous and frivolous to other men, but Elijah's words made one want to believe him.

She was researching psychology, but the man in front of her, she could not see through, she could only feel his sincerity.

Elijah had always been like this. He was like a mist on a mountain, something that made people look up at him, but they could not get close to him.

Camille smiled as she added more wine and continued to chat. Her job was to be a bartender, and she would occasionally talk to people she liked. Otherwise, it would be difficult to get through the long workday.

"I came by myself," the cute blonde bartender said, smiling at Elijah's elegance. "Then why did you come back?"

He was dressed in a suit that had reverted to the past. This man looked out of place in the noisy bar.

Elijah did not seem uncomfortable at all. He sat in the boisterous bar, but it was as if he were sitting in a majestic palace and giving a grand speech.

"My brother is here. I noticed that he seems to have found some trouble for himself." His slightly troubled brother replied cordially, looking very pitiful.

"You sound like you're used to it." Camil could not help but guess the truth.

Elijah laughed and finished his glass. "He's more complicated, rebellious, impolite, and a little temperamental."

Elijah wrinkled his high nose. He refused to drink any more, and the strong alcohol made his throat feel uncomfortable.

His mind flashed with the scene of Klaus killing and drinking the human's blood, the mangled remains of his body, the scattered hearts, the flesh at the corners of his mouth mixed with blood flowing everywhere, his snow-white fangs turning blood-red, biting into his neck, playing with his tattered internal organs, his neat movements of a dagger and a heart, and his eerie smile enjoying everything.

His brother, Klaus, loved such a brutal life and enjoyed killing.

Elijah had to admit, as Rebecca had said, that at some point Klaus was a purebred beast, cruel, bloody, and... Nausea.

Camil stared at him curiously. He seemed to be troubled and conflicted. She could only smile to encourage him.

"Of course, I don't care, but my brother hates the fact that he has never found a sense of belonging, so he's always prone to getting into trouble." "I don't know," Elya said.

Even when he was talking about Klaus' shortcomings and brutality, Elijah was still an elegant gentleman. Camille lowered his head to adjust his hair, before naturally replying, "I guess you always help him out of trouble."

Elijah did not nod, but his smile seemed to soften a little, so Klaus was not hopeless.

"Then what trouble did he cause this time?"

"..." He found out that there was someone in the city who was plotting against him. " Elijah covered his face and put down his glass. He had a headache thinking about Klaus's excitement.

"Narcissistic and neurotic." Camil's mouth twitched. What kind of brother is he? He really makes me worry.

Elijah raised his eyebrows. In his impression, few women spoke so openly of his wild, fierce brother. They generally said that he was not human.

Klaus was not. They were all ancestral vampires, and Klaus was special, not just vampires but werewolves. He was a demon, the king of half-breeds.