He shook his hand politely to Camille. Besides saying goodbye, Marcel also took the hidden monitor left by genevie.

Out of Camille's house, Marcel stepped on the monitor directly.

Unfortunately, the most wonderful scenes have long been passed on by Jenny Wei. His actions now have no superfluous effect except to vent his anger.

Marcel doesn't want to take care of the damn witch for the time being. He has more important things to deal with. Marcel will recapture his own city for whatever reason.

Marcel invited Thierry again. He stared at Marcel angrily. He still didn't give up.

Yes, Marcel is really a stubborn paranoid to some extent, so he believes he will succeed.

"Hey, my loyal friend, don't stare at me like that..."

"You won't succeed!" Thierry was really angry with him. Where did he get his confidence.

Marcel's eyes were full of hot expectations. He looked directly at Thierry, "you're wrong. I'll succeed. Haven't you seen my success? Just as I rebuilt the city for the first time, I was fearless because I had nothing. "

Thierry raised his eyebrows. He didn't believe it.

Marcel tried hard to persuade Thierry. He once again brought Davina in. He needed to succeed. Sometimes, he needed some language to care, "yes, I have made progress, our alliance Davina."

Thierry was not a fool, so he looked at Marcel with a sneer, "is it? I think Davina may believe me more. You used her, which our witch will not forget. In addition... Marcel, my friend, to be honest, you only have me. Those vampire allies will not only leave the roof, but also leave New Orleans“

Thierry leaned close to Marcel's neck. There were only so few people left. Therefore, Marcel was still so confident. His tone was oppressed. "Shall we fight the world together?"

Marcel nodded back to him. He said to his former confidant and current alliance, "yes, we will recruit the third and the fourth until the army is established."

Thierry was completely defeated by Marcel, the madman, but Marcel was undoubtedly a madman who wanted to go crazy with him, so Thierry stopped talking and they looked straight into the distance together.

All they can see is their city.

Klaus is also looking at his city.

Of course, the study window was too small. Klaus looked at New Orleans he painted himself.

Klaus looked at the scene in his own painting with a smile. It was a harmonious city with smoke. Yes, Klaus's painting was finally completed.

As a reward, Klaus poured himself a glass of wine, and then sat down smartly. His eyes were very black, and his mouth seemed to be talking to someone, or just talking to himself“ All plans begin with changes and new peace contracts are signed, but we always have their own ghosts... Everyone has their own interests. Yes, the success of the plan depends on many factors. My brother, his blood cutting commitment, and everyone seems to be determined to achieve their goals solemnly, but how long can their enthusiasm last? "