Rebirth: The Strong Pregnant Lady

Klaus waved Elijah's hand. He not only wanted to stop the madman marcel, but also to save the city. Damn it, no one would be sad about Davina. Yes, Klaus was also angry. "Do you think I would like to? If the witches finish the harvest sacrifice, they will not only regain their magic, but also lose our weapons against them! I can understand the earthquake as a terrible coincidence... But if Davina doesn't sacrifice, every inch of land that has just trembled and every grain of sand and stone that has been blown up now will be swallowed up by the flood and the fire! "

Marcel smiled coldly. Elijah didn't express his opinion. He used silence instead of answering. He looked straight at Klaus. In the final analysis, he was selfish and only thought of himself. How did he finally know to care about the city? He said with awe inspiring righteousness and why he had gone, "right? Now you care about this city? "

It's funny why people always care when they have to. They have to face the loss directly before they have the idea of cherishing and regretting. This is true for Klaus and Davina.

Elijah evade the crucial point, his family, one more than one, and one more than one. He can only mediate in the middle. Some words are too cruel. He can not say it, but can only avoid the heavy burden. "We should have done this. After all, we built it here, so the necessary sacrifice..."

Klaus nodded. He walked over and hugged Marcel's shoulder. His tone was powerless. Marcel had never seen Klaus have such a side. He almost begged, "we have witnessed the razation here twice. I won't let that happen. Marcel, have I made it clear?"

Marcel pushed away. He walked to the door and ignored the two people waiting for his answer. The tone seemed to be really dispensable, "it's clear, it can't be clearer!"