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In this situation where he was besieged from all sides, what role was Claus playing?
Maser's arrogance was clear to everyone's eyes. A female Magus did not seem to have any power to resist him, and was completely one-sided.
But was that really the case?
Elijah clearly remembered that when they left, both vampires and witches were equal in strength. Witches were blessed with magic, they did not need to be so weak.
Maser walked into Sophie's room, lowered his voice, and gently sighed at her beautiful collarbone, "If you don't cooperate with me, you will definitely regret it. Sophie, I promise you, my precious baby."
Sophie's face instantly paled. She had obviously thought of some extremely disgusting scene, but she silently chose to nod her head.
"I'll warn you," Maser replied with a smile, and waved his hands at Sophie while saying, "It's best if you go back to your restaurant and cook your famous Autumn Sunflower Soup, and serve your tourists well."
Sophie was obviously in great pain, to the point that blood was flowing out of the corner of her mouth, but she still didn't dare to retaliate against Maser.
This damned vampire bastard! Beast! Monster!
Maser left and gave an order in the end.
"You, you … Take the body with you. "
"What?" Sophie finally asked in shock. No, stop, Maser!
The witches tried to fight them, but the difference in power was too great.
Maser walked further and further away, and his arrogant voice sounded, "I'll keep your sister's corpse in my custody for now, unless you remember why Claus is here."
Sophie shook her head, and her tears finally flowed down. She carried on her final plea, putting down her pride and dignity, "Maser, I beg you, her soul will not rest in peace."
The man in the group of vampires shook his arm. Maser answered bluntly and cruelly, "That's none of my business."
A flash of surprise appeared in Elijah's eyes. The New Orleans had changed, as expected, it was no longer their original home.
After leaving, Elijah gave Rebecca a call.
At this moment, his lovely sister was enjoying her bathtub, her fragrance, and her wine.
The bright red Lafite was holding onto the delicious and tempting blood.
Bathtub, essential oil, milk bubble, and blonde little beauty.
She was a beautiful and noble woman, and had the qualifications and the mood to do so. The moment she received the call from Elijah, she was immediately holding onto the 82 year old Lafite.
Her golden hair was bound up in braids, revealing her slender white neck and deep collarbone, and the warm water stained her white muscles with a pale pink tinge.
"You want to tell me that after all these years, that person who is said to have died for a very, very long time … Maser is still alive and well. " Rebecca's wine slanted for a second and she lost her ability to react. She seemed to be shocked and a little stunned.
Maser, her old lover, was an old acquaintance of theirs.
The disciples and followers of Claus.
"Yes." Elijah put one of his hands into his pocket, his tone was still unhurried. The black suit that he wore was following his elegant posture, "Listen, it seems that our Claus has been swept into a war."
A war between vampires and wizards.
"But I still haven't found him. Maser, the former believer and right-hand man of Claus, has now become the leader of a group of vampires." Elijah sank into helplessness and confusion. Originally, he did not hate the Maser of his childhood, but now, his attitude would depend on the other party's performance. They're killing people in places where humans are active... "
Rebecca's drinking voice stopped, and Elijah knew that she had started to become curious.
Thus, Elijah came to his conclusion, "The Magi have been controlled."
Rebecca didn't show any concern.
"I suspect that Claus is not the least bit clear about the current situation." Elijah began to reveal his brother's purpose for coming here.
Until he heard Claus's name. Rebecca's voice turned from lazy, gentle, to cold and stiff, "I'm sorry, what did you say just now? When I heard about Claus, my mind wandered … "
