However, Thierry shrugged indifferently. He was not concerned about this. "Klaus won't kill her. We all know that, don't we? As for their 'friendship', it's none of our business, isn't it? "

Marcel cursed. He didn't like Thierry's saying so. However, because his current allies were too precious, he straightened up and took the topic down. "What we need to pay attention to now is what the bastard wants to do, Klaus. There is something between him and the witch..." Marcel guessed Klaus's purpose very definitely, "I'm sure he must have a huge plot, and it's a plot behind Elijah's back. No matter what he does, I'll find evidence!"

Marcel and Klaus are right.

Thierry doesn't quite understand Marcel's meaning. Is he going to sow discord or start a new stove now?

"Then, my friend, you must tell me, what are you for? You want him to betray his brother and turn them into enemies? Or do you have another purpose? "

Marcel was silent.

Thierry still had some feelings for Marcel after all, so he reminded Marcel who had been too deep, "but remember, Marcel, you are expelled. If Elijah finds you, he will kill you. Well... Before Klaus did it, no matter who found you, you are dead!"

This is very clear in their hearts.

Marcel is not as complicated as Thierry thought. He seems to have been prepared for a long time. He breathed slowly, "you don't know them as much as I do. Time is too rampant. There has been an indelible contradiction between them for a long time. They have been in a semi reverse state. This is a millennium family play, pride, guilt and jealousy, Hatred, patience, all together form a powder keg, and all you have to do is light a match“

Thierry looked thoughtful.

He can understand Marcel's meaning, but how do they find the right time?

Sometimes, opportunities are fleeting!

Thierry knew Marcel's stubbornness. He didn't intend to persuade him at all, but directly told Marcel their current reality, "so, where shall we buy matches? Look around, Marcel, we have nothing. "

Thierry has always been a calm man relative to Marcel.

Marcel is different. He has a stubborn enthusiasm of leaders. He certainly sweeps around. It seems that what he sees is not the air, but their soldiers. "Hey, relax, my friend, I have nothing from the beginning. Things didn't turn around until I met you."

Thierry fell into memory because of Marcel's words. Indeed, they had an impulse at the beginning. Who knows, later they really became the leaders of the city.

Many times, what they lack is just a suitable time!

Marcel put his hands on Thierry's shoulder. His tone was very warm and direct. "Believe me, Thierry, you, your music and the city taken away are all things of the past, aren't they?"