Rebirth: The Strong Pregnant Lady

After hearing the whole story, it was clear that he was still related to Klaus. With a sigh, Elijah accepted the witch's invitation, expressing his deep sorrow and condolences.

When they reached the street where Jane was killed, she had a gaping wound in her throat. It was a wound caused by a fangs attack, and it was dark red in color. It was clearly the fangs of a vampire.

Sophie sat beside her, her face sad and trembling, her big bright eyes fixed on the tears.

In the middle of Jane's neck was a hideous gash, red to black, from her shoulders to her waist, covering her body. She lay flat on her back, the uneven surface of the road stained with stains and corroded into the ground.

Jane was desperately tugging at a few chestnut-colored strands of hair. What was strange was that Elijah's sharp nose caught a whiff of Klaus' scent.

Observing it, moving his nose, the smell was too light, so Klaus didn't kill him, but there had to be some other connection, and Elijah was certain of that.

But those beautiful, overly long curls, obviously the hair of some lovely lady, had taken on his scent, and it seemed that his Klaus was beginning to be restless again.

Two or three witches stood beside Sophie, their companions dead, the air heavy with grief.

Elijah stopped and looked at him, Sophie's eyes shining with hatred.

"So this is Jane An?" He turned to Sabin, a dead witch. "She wants to deal with my brother?" Sabin nodded regretfully, as if he had the sadness of everyone else.

"To be killed in public, to be known to the world," Elijah said, his face changing at the cruelty of the maneuver and the wound. "Tell me, this has nothing to do with my brother?"

Elijah was reminded of Klaus's bad taste, and he sometimes enjoyed this kind of warning.

"No," said Sabin, "Jane's death was caused by the discovery of the spell."

Sabin had told Elijah that all the wizards who had come here were wizards, and now Sophie had come to collect her sister's body.

To Elijah's surprise, this had nothing to do with Klaus.

However, the opposite Elijah was even more surprised. A witch who can't cast magic is just as ridiculous as you telling a vampire not to suck blood. This is simply a violation of Ben's and Ben's behavior, "What do you mean … Spell found? "

They were wizards and knew how to use magic. Killing them because they were found out was hilarious. It was like telling a vampire not to drink blood.

Sabin was about to explain when he heard a long, sharp whistle behind him.

"Creak!" "Buzz buzz!"

Sophie and the other wizards seemed to receive a warning of threat. Their faces began to pale and they winced as they moved closer to each other.

"Do you want to know who killed Jane? You will soon have the honor of" seeing "Marcel with your own eyes."

"Vampire Marcel?" Wasn't he dead? The adopted son of Klaus, Elijah, discovered that things were more complicated than he had thought. Why couldn't the witches use magic, why did they seem so afraid of, and even hate, the vampires?

As far as Marcel was concerned, in Elijah's head a poor, bald black child with a hungry stomach was hiding behind Klaus.

Sabin shook his head, looking at Elijah with pity and sorrow. "Something happened after your family left, and Marcel changed as well."

The next thing Elijah saw was an adult male vampire stepping on the car, baring his fangs and brandishing his claws. Marcel looked like he was living a good life.

Black leather jacket, long belly/muscles, agile posture, full pupils, a fine grey scarf wrapped around the collar.

Not bad, powerful, flamboyant, and confident.

Marcel was also a black man. He had snow-white teeth and a healthy, tanned skin. He was vigorous and valiant. He was followed by a small group of vampires, both male and female.

Yes, in Elijah's eyes, the vampires here that the wizards were terrified of were just a few... Little bastard.

Marcel stopped beside Jane's corpse. The vampires around them slowly surrounded the wizard. They seemed to be slowly approaching their leader.

It was clear that he too had smelled the scent of Jane's hand, the smell of his old father--the smell of love and hate.

The fear of the sword deep down in his bones appeared. Even though Marcel tried his best to cover it up, Elijah still found out.

It seemed that he had not yet escaped the influence of Klaus.