C24 (1/2)

”Hey, Klaus, my boy, where did you go?” Marcel was like a hospitable master, smiling as he looked at Klaus' unrestrained killing intent.

Elijah watched them from the second floor. Although it was rude, they were not just hypocritical.

Marcel seemed to just notice that something was wrong with Klaus' expression, and his tone became a little dissatisfied, ”Looks like someone has made you angry, what can I do for you? ”My friends …”

Klaus was his friend, and he had treated Marcel with kindness in the past, so he was no longer happy in his territory. Naturally, Marcel would not ignore such a matter.

Klaus glanced at his hat and saw that he was in such a high and tiresome mood that he tried to remain calm. ”All you can do is tell me what happened to you and those damned witches.”

Klaus hated wars, especially wars of scum he was forced to join without his right to know.

Marcel made a pose with two fingers and let out a loud whistle. He tossed his hat to the black girl who was dancing. His figure, smoky eyes, and sexy waist made him look like a water snake.

Klaus saw that his eyes were bright, as if he did not care for him at all, and that the short hair of his disciple, pure ink black, shone in the light, bright and piercing.

Marcel was always excited, he just wanted Klaus to be angry, he always hated Klaus's constant contempt.

To despise everything, to despise him.

”My friend,” Marcel said helplessly to Klaus, ”you know that you gave me everything I had, but I'm afraid we have nothing to discuss.”

Klaus watched as he made a gesture of pointing both hands at himself, ”This is my business, the witch's business is under my control. Now, I control the wizards in this city, that's all.”

He quickly came to a conclusion.