Rebirth: The Strong Pregnant Lady

Marcel was showing Klaus his empire, New Orleans under his rule.

Klaus was in the middle of responding, perfunctorily... He was also observing.

Marcel held a wild party, the Arena, an invitation to all young, passionate lives.

A restless, restless, lonely soul, gathered in the City of Pleasure in New Orleans.

Marcel was obviously pleased with the arrangement and said proudly, "New Orleans, people from all over the country came to our party on the street. You see, some people are just here to have fun, while others are here to find a more dangerous thrill … They get tired of the monotony, so we invite them to my house. "

A nest of vampires.

Klaus seemed to understand, his lips curling up. "A party at the Colosseum?" Perhaps it was a vampire feast. He saw the vampires below searching for prey. They handed out leaflets to the crowd, and they stamped their seals on prey that caught their eyes.

"We can satisfy them." Marcel seemed to get used to it and picked his own prey.

On the night of the carnival, they indulged in their own wild desires.

When the midnight bell rang, the party became a hunting ground for the vampires. They unrestrainedly pounced on their prey, gorging themselves and enjoying their food.

Marcel led Klaus to his hunting ground. They stood behind the railing on the second floor. Marcel happily showed him everything. "This is how I make my companions happy."

Klaus only glanced at them once and saw the madness and satisfaction below. Some of them were just sitting or lying down, while some of them were just standing there blankly as they were grabbed and sucked in. Some of them were more agile, and were dragged into the corner before they could even get far, he suddenly thought, It's a good thing that Elijah is not here.

"A buffet?" It had to be said that Marcel's creativity was not bad. Klaus' expression was one of faint appreciation.

"My nocturnal vampire friends like it," Marcel said, leaning on the railing with both hands and a smile on his rough face. "They have to work very hard to get a sunring."

The ring, the sun ring, Klaus remembered. He had given it to Marcel.

Vampires were nocturnal creatures, and they were afraid of the sun, but ancestor vampires were different, so he spent some time researching and finding little things to absorb the light. He made a few and gave them to his people.

Marcel is his son and his believer. Naturally, he already got his hands on Marcel a long time ago. Klaus, come to think of it, he also gave Marcel the recipe.

Klaus glanced at him, and Marcel was wearing a beautiful little gadget on his finger — the sunring of a blue gem.

Because of it, Marcel was able to move around everywhere, not the dark creatures that only appeared in the middle of the night.

Klaus suddenly felt the urge to drink. He had been a pig, a pig with a pig's head.

Marcel seemed to enjoy Klaus's grimace and went on to explain, "They have to release some of their energy," said the very understanding leader. "The ones who can appear during the day are the ones I trust. You see, they like parties very much."

The scene of demons dancing around was indeed bustling with noise and excitement.

"What a good method." Klaus admitted that Marcel's approach was actually quite good. "So what about the people who got the blood sucked? It seems like we need to dig a lot of graves, doesn't it? "

Klaus would not be so stupid as to bury him, would he? The human rulers of New Orleans were no fools.

"We can't kill them all," Marcel explained, raising his eyebrows. "If too many people go missing, the tourism industry will be damaged and our food source will be severed."

Klaus nodded. The food chain was very important, Marcel was obviously more experienced, and Klaus was one hundred percent free to kill any perverted species that might be buried.

"So we will heal them with a little vampire blood," Marcel said of their old trick.

"That's amazing!"

They would get what they needed and enjoy themselves.

"I've learned everything from you."

The two of them quietly watched the revelry below.

"Marcel," a handsome boy said, walking toward them, his clear eyes filled with nothing but Marcel's shadow and his unparalleled loyalty.

Klaus' eyes narrowed, and Marcel's breathing became even. The vampire seemed to be his disciple's most loyal confidant.