"Stand up," Davina said from the attic, her fists clenched and her face covered with a thin sheen of bitter sweat, her movements directing the crushed vampire. "Marcel."

Amid the gale, Marcel really stood up. He strode forward with great ferocity, his attacks sharp and forceful. "Are you here to save your own man? Bring it on, little girl. "

Marcel looked at Katy in disdain. Katie's hair stood up on its end. Electricity flowed between her hands and Marcel's strength increased dramatically. He was pressed down to the ground again.

"No!" Davina held on painfully with one hand. She was too far away, damn it, "Damn the witch."

She had to protect Marcel, she had to! No matter the cost!

Marcel struggled to raise his head, but his neck was held up by a slender hand. Katie was enjoying the taste of victory. "Go to hell, you son of a bitch!" Katy took out a sharp wooden stake and tried to stab Marcel in the chest. Marcel wanted to reach out his hand under the pressure from Davina.

Within a second, Klaus appeared with his back to them. His hands moved so quickly that it seemed as if he had easily broken Katie's neck.

In the dead silence, Katie's body fell down slowly without any signs of life.

"No, Katie!" Thierry could do nothing to stop the noise, the hoarse voice was filled with agony, she's dead, my love, "No! "No, no, Katie!" Thierry was heartbroken, but Marcel was stunned.

Marcel's hand was still slightly raised, as if he was about to attack, but he didn't have the time to do so.

It was Klaus who saved him, Marcel thought. He was once again saved by Klaus.

Davina's eyes seemed to be able to see the scene, as if she had overlooked something important. She struggled to get up from the ground and walked back to her bed. As she walked past Elijah's coffin, her eyes were filled with a strange fire of hatred.

Davina didn't like Klaus, and she didn't like these damned ancestors. They were too dangerous and cunning.

Klaus smiled and walked over to Marcel, spreading his arms. "It's all right, brother." For the first time since he came back, Marcel opened his arms and gave Klaus a big hug.

The trust gradually began to return.

Sophie's hand shook. The lime road suddenly broke, and the locator spell was incomplete, but the air lacked strength. Rebecca stepped forward. "What's wrong?"

"Something is wrong. Katie's magic has stopped." Sophie could not understand that Katie had not killed Marcel, that she could not stop herself. "Something is interfering with us, something is happening... Is she dead? "

Rebecca thought.

"I can continue, just a little more." Sophie wanted to find Elijah. She needed the man's help so that she could get back to work.

She glanced at Sophie, who had gone a little crazy. "No, she'll find out." Rebecca couldn't risk it.

"No, I can find Davina. Just give me a little more time." Sophie looked at Rebecca in confusion, as if to gain her approval, they needed to continue.

Rebecca refused decisively. A failure was a failure. She could not take the risk, and Elijah would not agree with them. " You may be willing to risk your life to get your witch back, but Beru and the child will die with you, "Rebecca's voice became impatient, her eyes looking like a pig's." Elijah will never forgive me.

Sophie was pushed aside, and Rebecca and she could only helplessly admit that their plan had failed, that everything was over.

No sign of Davina, no sign of Elijah.

Rebecca had no idea that her brother, Klaus, was trying to win Marcel's trust with a strange smile.

Marcel's back garden was not planted with beautiful flowers, but with various vampires who had made mistakes.

They were nailed to the ground and buried. The air was reeking of nausea, and they were so hungry that their stomachs rumbled, but they could not die.

Thierry had been taken to the garden by Marcel, who had followed him there more than once, but for the first time as a criminal.

Marcel loosened his tie and looked at the despairing Thierry. His hand did not pick up the spike right away, but he asked him quietly, one last time, "Tell me, is she worth it?"

Marcel felt that betrayal for a woman was unforgivable, but perhaps, as long as Thierry admitted it, he could shorten the time a little.

"I love her." "She's my woman."

As soon as he finished his sentence, Marcel viciously punched a stake into his heart and stood up. He handed the remaining spike to his men and said, "Seal him off and let him rot here."

This was the function of his disgusting garden, and when Marcel's men had taken care of the stake, they began to seal Thierry with cement, exposing only one head and no eyes.

Marcel felt a chill as he went out into the garden. He hadn't felt it in years.

Thierry's betrayal had hurt him. He had always relied on this Thierry who existed just like his son, and he had even thought at some point that when they truly ruled New Orleans, he would find a way for Davina to reconstruct a group of witches that belonged to him.

Thierry couldn't wait for that. It was their wedding.

Marcel went back to his ball. The orgy was not even over, and the lives of one or two of the vampires were far away under the veil of drunkenness.

Marcel looked at his empire, at the vampires and humans who flattered him. His face was impassive, but for the first time he felt confused and lonely.

The tragedy of a ruler, a city as big as this, no one could truly trust it.

It had to be said that this was the best opportunity to take advantage of the situation and enter. Klaus raised his sharp eyebrows and gestured to attack.