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After clarifying the whole matter, it was obvious that he was still related to Claus. With a sigh, Elijah accepted the witch's invitation and expressed 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 with a mournful expression and slightly trembled body. Her bright and deep eyes firmly held back her 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 An desperately pulled on a few chestnut colored hairs, what was strange was that Elijah's sharp nose could smell the scent of Claus.

After observing for a while, his nose moved, the smell was too faint, so Claus did not kill the person, but there must still be some relation, Elijah could only confirm of one thing.

However, those beautiful curly hair that were excessively long, was obviously from a cute lady, and once again tainted with his scent. It seemed that his Claus had started to become restless again.

Two or three witches, in groups, stood beside Sophie. Their companions had died, and the air around them was filled with heavy grief.

Elijah stopped in his tracks, and looked at him with eyes filled with the radiance of hatred.

"So this is Jane An?" He turned to ask Sabine, a dead witch, "She wants to deal with my brother?" Sabine regretfully nodded her head, as if she had infected everyone's sorrows.

"To be killed in public, to be made public," such a cruel method, and such a wound, Elijah's face changed. This kind of action, in itself, was a form of warning and provocation, "Tell me, this matter had nothing to do with my brother."

Elijah remembered Claus's bad taste in life, and he would sometimes enjoy this kind of warning.

Sabine answered, and they were not randomly accusing him of being a witch, although they hated him they did not lie, "No, Jian An's death was because she was discovered when she was casting magic."

Sabine had told Elijah that all those who came here were all Magi, and now that Sophie had come to retrieve her sister's corpse, before the official burial, Jian An's soul would not be able to rest in peace.

Against Elijah's expectations, this matter actually had nothing to do with Claus.

However, the opposing Elijah was even more surprised. A witch being unable to cast magic was as laughable as telling a vampire not to suck blood. This was simply a violation of their normal 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.

Just as Sabine was about to explain everything to him, a sharp and clear whistling sound came from behind.

"Creak!" "Buzz buzz!"

Sophie and the other Magi seemed to have received a warning, their faces began to turn pale, and they cowered as they approached each other.

"Do you want to know who killed Jian An? You will soon have the honor of 'seeing' Maser with your own eyes."

"Vampire Maser?" Wasn't he dead? Elijah realized that the situation was much more complicated than he had imagined. Why couldn't witches cast spells, and why did they all seem so afraid of, and even hate vampires?

Speaking of Maser, a poor black child with a stomach rumbling with hunger hid behind Claus.

Sabine shook her head, looking at Elijah with a somewhat pitiful and sorrowful expression, "Something happened after your family left, and Maser also changed."

The next thing Elijah saw was a vampire that looked like an adult male jumping out from a car. With his posture of baring his fangs and brandishing his claws, Maser 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.

Maser was also a black man, with white teeth, black skin, agile and brave. Following him was a small group of vampires, both men and women, looking at their agility and agility.

That's right, in Elijah's eyes, the vampires here that the Magi were extremely afraid of were just a few … Little bastard.

Maser stopped beside Jian An's corpse, the surrounding vampires slowly surrounded the wizard, they seemed to unwittingly approach 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 that came from the blade to the bone emerged, even if Maser managed to cover it up right away, he would still find out.

It seemed that he still had not gotten rid of Claus's influence.