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Every time he spoke of Claus, Rebecca would strongly reject him. This phenomenon was something that Elijah could do nothing about for the time being.

The knot between Rebecca and himself, could only be unraveled by them.

"..." Rebecca... " Elijah was helpless. After so many years had passed, their little sister was still as stubborn as before.

Rebecca's voice came out from the phone.

"Claus, our scoundrel brother, he has repeatedly emphasized that once we leave him, we will not get any happiness."

Elijah nodded, Claus had once said it in a paranoid manner, and he had always kept it to the end.

"I didn't care about him for a long time." "We don't need to care about him at all!" The sweet voice began to sound sharp and piercing.

"Together forever!" Elijah advised, his tone neither hurried nor slow, "Rebecca, you must remember this … We used to swear to each other. "

"Just take it that I've gone back on my word."

"You've reneged on your promise quite a few times in the past few hundred years. However, when Father found us, when he chased us all over the city …" The more Elijah spoke, the more gentle he became, trying to link the two of them together. He knew the power of the ancient family.

"Even though I'm old, Elijah," Rebecca interrupted her brother's words, as if she was not willing to think about the past, "But I'm not muddled. I know very well that we are inseparable from each other."

Elijah laughed. It was their fate that they could not leave Claus, he had always hoped that Rebecca could understand, at the most critical moment, she would understand.

However, in the next second, Rebecca changed to a mocking tone, "And not like three years later, she used a silver dagger on my chest, allowing me to sleep soundly for 90 years." Resisting the urge to take a deep breath, she said, "Do you know why? It's obvious that his dear sister is trying her best to remain calm and rational. because I had the guts to leave him and live my own life... "

"Enough," Elijah understood someone's complaint. After all, he had already memorized these words, and he had experienced them even clearer than Rebecca, "I think he's in trouble." "No matter what happened between Maser and the Mages, it was terrifyingly enough that they could risk their lives to lure the Vampire Grandmaster back. The matter was very clear, it was the witches who lured him back, I want to know why?"

Elijah thought about who he should find to clarify this answer, then disappeared without a trace.

While Claus was crazily hunting them, in the eyes of ordinary people, Rousseau Street was bustling and lively as usual.

Sophie returned to her room in exhaustion and despair. She and her sister were both witches, she had been rebellious and aloof since she was young. Before all these things that had happened, Sophie was not willing to admit that she was a witch.

Before she lost all her family members, she was still recklessly overdrawing her youth and beauty.

The door slammed shut.

She lit the white candle on the black wooden table, intending to pray for her sister.

However, it was obviously of no use. The radiance of the white candle was dim, ready to dissipate at any moment.

Maser kidnapped Jane An's body. Dammit, without returning to the Earth, her soul would not be able to rest in peace.

As she lit the candle, she lost control of her emotions. Her only sister, the last family member in the world, had also left her.

"You're the one who got me involved in this, Jane. Give me the strength to finish it." clenched her teeth and swore that she would definitely think of a way to make Maser pay the price.

She felt an invisible threat approach rapidly.

The back side door was slammed shut by the wind, almost before she could react.

A loud sound echoed out.

As if something had tripped over something, Sophie turned her head to look, but she still did not see any shadow.

There was a whoosh of wind from behind her, and she turned around again, still not yet, relieved. She turned to continue lighting the candle, but the vampire in front of her startled her.

It was one of Maser's subordinates, disgusting and wretched.

Compared to the size of her eyes, Sophie was even more infuriated.

"The door isn't broken, you know."

Another vampire came down from the sky, his fangs bared, his voice high. "You're casting magic?"

"I'm praying for my dead sister. Come, remember her." Sophie sneered, her hair shone with the color of chestnut under the light.

However, Sophie's long hair obviously should not be this color.

The bright chestnut color was undeniably the color of the white dew's curly hair.