Rebirth: The Strong Pregnant Lady

What Marcel disliked was Camil's pure and innocent human appearance. What he lacked the most in his kingdom was ordinary people. He turned around and glared at Rebecca furiously.

Damn, she ruined everything.

Camil nodded her head in a daze. Then, pretending not to see the two of them turning around, she picked up her coat and left.

Marcel turned around and looked at Rebecca who was pestering him. This woman, even more so than Klaus, owed him a lesson! " You're looking for Elijah, "he said, waving his hand as if in a high, triumphant gesture." Okay, come with me.

Marcel took Rebecca to the church, the cold church where the massacre had taken place. Upstairs, around the corner, Rebecca saw a small, well-hidden attic that no one would even notice.

"Elijah is here …" Marcel walked in first. "If you want to see it." With a gentle smile on his face, Rebecca gazed into the inner room. Clearly, this was a girl's room.

Exquisite and elegant, opening a door was like stepping into another small world.

Lovely little rooms, paintings, scattered books, snow-white muslin, lovely scented candles, and the sweet, sweet smell of little women in the air.

Just before Rebecca stepped into the room, she saw a portrait of the three of them, named the damned old guys, and her lips curved in a yearning smile.

The other picture was of a woman dressed in a completely different style. However, Rebecca's precise line of sight became doubtful, and the dew in the picture seemed to have a subtle strangeness to it. It could be seen that it was her, but it was different, with a different hairstyle, the color of her eyes, and also a different temperament.

Unfortunately, Rebecca did not have the time to study the paintings of the people in the room, even though they were eerily vivid. She only cared about her brother, Elijah.

Rebecca saw Elijah's coffin, and her hanging heart eased a little.

Marcel beckoned into the darkness, and Rebecca raised her foot to go in, but she was stopped, her lifting gait broken in mid-air, blocked by an invisible wall.

"Invite me in." Thinking again, he asked, "The witch's room?" She knew that the small room was restricted, she ordered Marcel.

Marcel raised his chin and looked at her disdainfully, "Oh … Ask the mistress of the house. "

She looked at the intruder, then at Marcel. Apparently, she didn't like Rebecca at all, and she asked Marcel with her eyes.

"Baby, invite her in." Marcel used a hand to gently stroke Davina's hair and then ordered calmly.

Davina glanced at Rebecca for a moment. She did not even give her an expression and only nodded at Marcel.

"Come in." It seemed that Davina listened to Marcel. The moment she finished speaking, Rebecca dashed into the coffin. She didn't have time to think about anything else, she just lay down on Elijah's coffin and looked at her brother's haggard face. The grey-looking Elijah was lying in the coffin without moving.

Rebecca's teeth sank into her mouth and she reached for her dagger. She wanted to save her brother.

Halfway through pulling out the dagger, Rebecca heard the little girl say, "If you had asked me, I would not have decided to do this." The force of the blow forced Rebecca to release her grip, and the silver dagger, as if responding to a command, jerked violently back, crashing into Elijah's chest again.

Rebecca's body was pushed away by the small force and she was unable to get close to Elijah. The lid of the coffin was locked up under Davina's gaze.

— — This little witch, her power is not simple, she can actually stop the power of the ancestor vampire!

"Who the hell are you?" At this moment, Rebecca finally looked at Davina. She was a strange, powerful witch. She could attack, control, and control anything with just her thoughts … Including people and vampires?!

"Davina." Davina glanced at her and gave a simple response. She turned to Marcel and said in a coquettish tone, "Is she also the ancestor?" Shaking Marcel's arm, Davina couldn't understand why Marcel liked to mess with these annoying old guys. Obviously, he had told her that they were very dangerous.

"Yes." Marcel nodded. He was not the most powerful person in this territory. However, the power to control it was in his hands. Marcel enjoyed this feeling.

"In other words, she can't be killed …" There was a hint of unwillingness and trouble in his tone. "Then I must think of a good method." Davina's face took on an expression of study.

Rebecca's back stiffened. Davina looked at her as if she was looking at an interesting research subject. She controlled her restless mouth, feeling disgusted but unable to move at all.

This little witch was not simple at all!