Everything was going according to Klaus' plan, and White Dew couldn't help but suspect that the vampires were only going up.

Tierry of Betrayal had been thrown into the corner by Marcel, like discarded garbage.

Diego stood aside, not daring to try to persuade the furious Marcel, but he also dared not believe that they had known each other for a long time, that Thierry was not like that as a friend.

Thierry was even willing to die for Marcel. He could not betray Marcel, but the situation was such that Marcel would probably not listen.

Klaus laughed in the dark. Anger, pain, sever contact.

Marcel wiped his face. Thierry's crime was indisputable, and he could not possibly be appeased. He coldly announced the trial, his resolute tone containing a bone-piercing chill. "In view of the crime of murdering your comrades, I am now declaring that Thierry has been imprisoned in the garden for a hundred years."

A hundred years later, Klaus curled his lips in pity. It seemed that Marcel had become much more kind without his guidance. However, as long as they separated Marcel and his trusted aides, he would only need a few days .. The sight of Thierry in a daze was imprinted in his eyes. It was a good show, and Klaus felt very, very satisfied.

The story of Thierry had spread all over the French Quarter. There was nothing Katie could do. Her eyes had always been red, and she felt that she had done it to protect her.

The person she loved, at this moment, did not know where she was imprisoned rotten, this son of a bitch Marcel!

The helpless Katie could only kneel in despair in the sacred secret grounds, begging for the help of her ancestors. Who could tell her what she could do to help her lover?

Tears rolled down his cheeks helplessly.

Sophie saw the panic-stricken Katie in the Holy Arcane, the crying side of her face, the desperate look on her face, and she went up to her with no expression. "What's the matter with you?"

"Help me, Sophie. I know you'll find a way."

Sophie was the most rebellious and wild of all the witches, but she was also the bravest and most assertive, Katie thought. She needed Sophie's help.

Katie cried and apologized to Sophie for her ignorance, "... "I know you think he's an animal .."

Sophie seemed impatient. She should have been angry, she had been very fond of the innocent little Katie, but she had given them betrayal, and Jane and she had always treated Katie as a little sister. "It doesn't matter what I think, your Thierry killed a vampire, he broke Marcel's most important rule." "You'll never see him again."

Katie finally couldn't hold back her tears. She was scared, but there was nothing she could do. What should she do?

"Sophie," Katie cried. "What should I do?"

"Unless we do something," Sophie said, stopping in her tracks. She looked sideways at Katie. "Let's think of something. I want to save my people. Do you want to save Thierry?"

Katie grabbed her hand and nodded. She was willing to pay any price.

"There's only one way to achieve these two ends." She followed Sophie in a daze as she began to prepare, and she soon had a magic circle in her hand, a powerful forbidden art, but it was exactly what Sophie had said she needed.

Sophie glanced at her, and together they knelt and added material and liquid. "Ready?" Sophie turned to Katie, who nodded her head without hesitation. She was willing to sacrifice everything for the sake of love.

She closed her eyes and started casting the spell. Sophie was helping her from the side, and she even transferred a small part of her power from time to time. Otherwise, Katie would not be able to control such a powerful force.

The withered leaves danced in the wind, and a faint darkness magic was gathered. Powerful spiritual energy and energy began to envelop the sky above the two of them.

In the church, the window of the attic seemed to have been opened a little by the wind. A cold and restless feeling poured in and the sleeping Davina was startled. She jumped in front of the easel, naked, her hands frantically forming seals.

"Marcel, something's going to happen!" The tip of the pen in her hand made ear-piercing rustling sounds. She quickly took out a pen and started drawing. Her curly hair, big eyes, and flames of hatred filled the air. She drew the face of Katy.

The wind was getting stronger, and as the magic array started to take a step back, Sophie took a step back and nodded to Rebecca who was hiding behind them. They were ready to start.

Katie stood up, with a desperate determination. Her scattered power and storm were swollen by the pouring, and her young and tender face was twisted into a vicious mask. She moved forward step by step, determined and cruel; she was going to kill Marcel, and she was going to save her lover.

Sophie and Rebecca quickly prepared the materials for the spell, Elijah's dagger, the map, and some lime to guide the way.

"You made the right decision. It's the only way to find Elijah."

Katie's sacrifice was necessary and valuable.

"I'm just doing what I have to do." Sophie took a pocket watch out of her pocket and placed it on the map. She focused on her spell, hoping that Katie would be able to hold out for a little longer, long enough to carry out her plan with White Dew.

Marcel and the others had been escorting Thierry to the back garden, but just as they were about to go out, they realized that the sunny weather had suddenly turned strange, and thunder mixed with leaves was coming towards them amidst the torrential rain.

As soon as Marcel opened his eyes to take a closer look, he heard Thierry's voice in his ears. "No, Katie," he said, looking at the other side of the street with a frightened expression.

Katie moved toward them with a tremendous force, the power of magic.

Catti-brie was using magic, and all the other vampires looked at the girl in front of them in surprise.

Cold sweat appeared on Davina's forehead. Marcel felt a trace of power being transferred, and Davina tried to help him.

Catti-brie's eyes bulged, and her hands pressed down hard. A formless power controlled the movements of Marcel and the others, and the other vampires couldn't help but kneel down.

"No," said Thierry, looking at his lover in despair, knowing her pain and desperation. "No, Katie!" Katie ignored Tieri's request. She seemed to have been guided by her own strength, and her eyes were full of hatred as she looked around Marcel. She wanted to kill this man.

Marcel was suppressed. He wanted to stand up, but the next moment, he was hit by an invisible and terrifying force. It was very difficult for him to move and resist. The other vampires were completely unable to move.

All of this had happened without the slightest knowledge of a sleeping pregnant woman, and White Dew had only believed in Klaus's crude promise.

Katie would not die.