C101 (1/2)

The long-awaited music festival was very lively and bustling. Marcel was in it, the streets were crowded, and there were a lot of people coming and going.

Marcel was starting to regret agreeing to Davina's request. The more chaotic the situation, the more likely it was that something would happen.

Klaus stood far away at the top of the church, with the white dew on her face. She just wanted to be a quiet pregnant woman, the man said with a faint smile, pointing to Marcel.

If Davina hadn't insisted on coming out to get some fresh air, Marcel wouldn't have wanted her in sight at all.

Klaus was like a tiger staring at its prey, and Rebecca's position was unclear. The witches were always watching them, and the troubles that followed after Elijah's awakening, and also … An inexplicable, damned werewolf trail appeared.

He had to stir up some trouble for him at this time. Davina seemed to be getting more and more out of hand.

Marcel was leading a group of Japanese vampires around the perimeter, patrolling the streets. He had to be fully prepared.

Klaus hid himself in the shadows and waved his hand to signal them to come. His face was full of smiles and dimples as he said, ”Marcel, come on, work hard, be more careful. Let me see how much you've improved over these years.”

Marcel patiently warned his Sunwalker and Nightwalker vampires, but he was still a little worried, ”Tonight is a big event, many people will drink, many eyes will watch — I don't want any trouble, so, this means that witches cannot appear.” Marcel stopped in his tracks, and signaled a few of his men to go down and inform them, ”You should go and deliver a message to the witches, if one of them comes, we will kill them.”

A few of the day vampires in the crowd disappeared with a whoosh. They went to inform the witches, and a few of them, who were hiding in the shadows, followed Marcel around the block to Rousseau.

”With us here, the Founder will not be here.” His brow creased again at the thought of Camille and Davina. ”I don't like Rebecca poking around, so tell me as soon as you see her.” ”I don't like her,” the Founder said.

The group of trusted aides nodded, held Rebecca for a little while, and then left it to Marcel.

Marcel looked around again. He felt a pair of smiling eyes watching them from the far end of the street. He let out a breath and saw that Marcel had withdrawn some of his men.

”I invited Camil to come with me. She also has a friend.” Marcel, who was currently hard to believe, could only emphasize with clear warning, ”I want people to keep an eye on them, to keep an eye on them, to protect them, not to be discovered, do you understand?”

The other vampires nodded in wonder. It seemed that Marcel really cared about the golden-haired Camil, his little human girlfriend.

They had no idea of the existence or importance of Davina, nor of Marcel's true purpose.

Marcel was more concerned about Davina — his secret weapon. He commanded his men to return to their respective positions. ”I don't want anyone to approach them. Everyone has their own positions. Remember, everyone, be on your guard. Do you understand?”

After everything was arranged, Marcel was finally relieved. He turned around and went to find Davina.

Davina was very excited. She couldn't remember how long it had been since she last participated in a large scale important celebration. He would definitely come to the music festival, but she only wanted to say goodbye.

A serious farewell to make up for everything that she didn't have time to do.

Marcel took Davina to the bar where Camille worked, surrounded by noise and excitement.

Klaus had told Camille something before he appeared, and Camille had nodded. She knew what to do.