Klaus was becoming more and more outrageous. It seemed as if he was going to pick and pick Tieri and rush over to beat him up.

Marcel pushed his clothes aside and walked between the two of them, one on each side, one on top of the other, damn it, neither of them giving him a break. "Well, don't be like this, you both know the rules, Klaus, Thierry is my man, my confidant," he said, turning his face sideways and smiling into Klaus' enigmatic face, "Klaus is my old friend and loyal master, or is he a guest here .."

"Will you live in peace? "Is that okay?" Marcel's troubles were not only on the outside, but also on the inside.

Klaus pulled away his evil smile, and Marcel led him along, chatting. "Tell me, what do you need, my friend?"

Marcel wasn't a fool. Klaus couldn't have come to see his new suit, could he?

"My sister, Rebecca, insisted that I go back to Elijah. She was very angry about it. Marcel, please understand me. You always knew she was a bad-tempered woman."

Marcel frowned, and Rebecca was annoyed again. He nodded.

He looked at Marcel coldly, almost as if to question his intelligence. "So you're going to have three ancestor vampires active in the town soon, aren't you?" Marcel nodded.

"Half of us think his sister killed the Night Vampires."

"Is that a charge against an ancestor?" He dodged to the side, as if he wanted to teach Thierry, his sister, a lesson that would not be taught to outsiders.

The two of them almost started fighting again, and Marcel seemed to get angry as well. "Didn't I just say I want to live in peace?" He grabbed Klaus and led him away, giving Thierry a hard look as he turned around.

Klaus and Marcel walked along the long, dark corridor of the castle, chatting and flattering each other.

Klaus grinned sympathetically at Marcel. "Your cronies lack a sense of humor." His expression seemed to say that if it weren't for Marcel, I would have been rude to him. Klaus didn't care about killing one or two of the vampires.

Marcel rubbed his forehead and said helplessly but nostalgically, "He overdid it to protect me, but he was very loyal .." In the forties, I saved him from the war wounds he was dying of outside the veterans' hospital, and he would kill for me, for me, "said Marcel, smiling as he spoke of the pride in his eyes.

Both Klaus and Marcel admired artists, and they were full of spirit and mystery.

Klaus adjusted his mood, as if he was expecting something strange. "Maybe I should see if I can get him to perform at the party tonight?"

He also wanted to do something different with Marcel's ball. It might be a good idea to go with the boy's trumpet.

Marcel nodded in agreement. He thought so, too, and sent out a cordial invitation. "Klaus, you will come, won't you?" Marcel didn't want to miss any chance to show off to this man, even if he didn't know why.

Maybe, just to prove it.

"How can I miss the chance to meet a member of Parliament?" Klaus happily accepted the invitation, and affectionately patted Marcel on the shoulder to express his gratitude, "He accepted your huge charity donation."

"He's just a fool." Marcel might have been a vampire for too long, he didn't seem to care about humans at all. "But for the sake of some community services, he allowed us to do our own things, such as not targeting the locals with our fangs .."

Although Klaus was still smiling, Marcel could already feel his impatience, and Klaus felt that he was changing the subject. Although Marcel originally had this intention, he could only try to explain it to Klaus first. "Listen, about your brother, I'd like to help you out, but, what Thierry said is right .." My people are all nervous. They were very nervous when they saw the ancestors coming back here and seeing the vampires die. "

Klaus cursed. Damned Rebecca, damnable cowards, he thought, with an indifferent smile on his face.

"Oh?" Shrugging his shoulders, he shot a warning look at Thierry, who was standing behind him. What can you do to me?

"If I give Elijah back to you now, it might give the wrong impression that they don't know who the real boss is. Do you know what I mean? My dear friend? " Marcel seemed infinitely sad, but Klaus did not believe in his sincerity.

It was like watching a play in which the performers were all performing with all their might, drinking wine while they fought back and forth, shooting at the top of their lungs, causing internal and external troubles.

He tapped Marcel on the shoulder. "Yes, Marcel, you have to understand that I have to speak."

Marcel seemed to be thinking about Rebecca's temper. He seemed to completely understand and said, "Yes, I understand very well."

Rebecca was walking along the street so fast that she seemed to be a little upset. As soon as she picked up the phone, she began to ask Klaus if he understood the efficiency of her words. "My brother, Maria [the whore], who helps Magdalene, how long does it take to ask a simple question?"

Klaus, in his cell phone, looked equally upset, not too sarcastic. "Much longer than you think, because, as expected, the answer is no no no, my dear sister," Rebecca heard Klaus say as he continued to despise her. "Marcel's man, Thierry, is very suspicious.

"I only killed eight of them when he lied." Rebecca was an honest child, and obviously what was left was someone else's credit, so she wouldn't take it.

Rebecca paused, her blond hair shining seductively in the sunlight, and even made a small, reasonable request. "Should I make Thierry the ninth?"

Klaus rolled his eyes.

"Marcel is pretending to be friendly. We can't kill his favorite son or he'll deal with us." Klaus told his cell phone not to, even though his own hands were itchy.

"Then let's fight." Rebecca's patience was obviously not good. She shrugged off the countless gazes of shock and continued on her way, "Rory, are you a man or not?"