C75 (1/2)

”Let's go to war.”

Klaus was extremely excited, and Rebecca immediately rolled her eyes. For the time being, she didn't say anything. However, it was obvious that this baby's father was more eager than anyone else to start the backup plan.

Rebecca ignored him and immediately disappeared. She was probably out searching for something to eat.

Bai Lu shut her mouth silently. She didn't want to know anything related to the backup plan anymore.

The peaceful days passed neither fast nor slow, and the only obvious change in the time it took to slip away was that the dewy belly was becoming more and more round and cute.

Klaus often spoke to it in the middle of the night. Although he didn't know how long it would take for him to come out, he was still healthy … Judging from its size and strength, it was indeed his child.

Bai Lu was tormented to the point of being uncomfortable. Unknowingly, she had become delusional. However, because of the child's special breed, she couldn't even carelessly go to the hospital to have a look.

No doctor in the French Quarter would dare examine a pregnant wolf woman? Bai Lu could only reluctantly console herself. With her three-legged cat's medical skills, it was fortunate that her baby was doing her best.

As expected, the main reason for this was that the ancestral mixed blood and werewolves were too powerful in nature.

The seaport city of New Orleans was a subtropical humid climate, especially in summer, with high temperatures and heavy rains. Its vicinity was rich in minerals such as oil, natural gas, sulphur, salt mines, and even the suburbs were rich in wood and cotton, sugar cane, and rice.

Marcel now ruled New Orleans as a wonderful tourist city.

Marcel grew up in New Orleans. He knew that this unique city was like a unique person. It had its own unique personality, temperament, spirit, and soul.

Klaus wanted this city, and Marcel would not allow it. It was his kingdom.

Marcel was preparing a charity ball, his dressmaker was tailoring a suit for him, and he looked at himself in the mirror.

”Disgusting. I'm too good-looking in a suit.” The atelier who was kneeling by the side blushed. Marcel had quite the masculine charm towards mature ladies.

They were very good friends. A few decades ago, Marcel had transformed Thierry, and Marcel had saved his life more than once.

There was a sound from the news, as if the two tourists who had been reporting the disappearance, and Marcel glanced at it. Josh was his men now.

”My men at the docks will stand out as witnesses to the fact that they've seen the two drunk men fall into the Mississippi.”

Marcel smiled in satisfaction and adjusted his collar. The white border was black with a black background. The suit made him look extremely beautiful. ”That's pitiful. They will be investigated for weeks.”

Thierry admitted that he also sympathized with the innocent tourists. ”But no one is going to look around here.” Their only goal was to rationalize the disappearance of the tourists, to make it a trifle more trivial, to disappear and even become meaningless to investigate.

”Very well,” Marcel said, nodding his satisfaction to the dressmaker. ”Considering that one died in a trash can behind the county morgue, and the other is now a vampire.”