C30 (1/2)

His brother Elijah had found his brother once again for the sake of White Dew and the children.

In the dark street, there was a lost, slovenly, handsome man, holding a bottle of red wine in his hand.

Klaus was drinking, and the red wine had fallen from the corners of his mouth, and there was a smell of fresh blood in it. It seemed that his brother had just had a good meal.

The tip of his nose moved, and Elijah judged that he would be less than two hours away from eating.

Klaus looked up and downed the entire bottle of fine red wine. It was a pity that Elijah was following him.

He could only sigh quietly.

Klaus stopped. He had wanted to ignore Elijah, but his presence was too strong for him to remain calm. ”Haven't I made it clear yet, Elijah, that I want to be alone?”

Elijah adjusted his cuffs and looked at the stains on his brother's black vest and the stubble on his beard. How long had it been since he last took a bath?

”You ask to be alone for a time every ten years.” Elijah spoke like a child, his voice cool and happy. ”My brother, your words are no longer influential.”

Klaus was most annoyed by Eliadon's monastic chanting.

Klaus threw the bottle away. Elijah wasn't sure if he should celebrate the wine.

”Scram!” The red liquid flowed into the ground and instantly, a fragrant aroma filled the air.

Elijah did not care about his behavior. He was still trying to persuade her.

Klaus became even more furious. He did not understand. ”Why do you keep talking about that child?”

Elijah was shocked. It was not someone else's child. It was his child, the heir to their family.