Rebirth: The Strong Pregnant Lady

Marcel nodded. His attitude towards Camille was 100% obedient. Now, Marcel just regarded himself as an ordinary guest. He turned and sat down at the counter and motioned Camille not to be so nervous. At least, he would not continue to tremble. He would have an inexplicable sense of guilt!

"Hey, my dear Camille, don't be nervous... I know your business. Klaus Klaus said you relieved his hypnosis. Davina helped you, didn't you? Verbena is very effective in our hypnosis. You don't have to be afraid. I won't hurt you... Baby, you're doing well now."

Camille looked at Marcel suspiciously. Based on someone's bad criminal record, she gave a big discount to what he said!

Marcel smiled and didn't explain. He looked twice and still didn't see Sophie. Where did the disappointed witch go? It seems that Camille is also looking for her. I have to say that the Davina incident had a great impact on them, and the influence refused to retreat.

At the thought of Davina, he felt heavy sadness and guilt in his heart. He was too lazy to pay attention to Camille's warning. Marcel, who was sad and urged, asked for a glass of wine and poured it down hard. Only alcohol could alleviate his discomfort slightly.

Camille looked at Marcel's exaggerated filling of wine than drinking water. She asked curiously and couldn't help but want to know something, "Hey, Sophie... What are you doing with her?"

Marcel paused for a moment. He didn't know how to tell Camille that the outsider had some inside information. He could only avoid the important and answer her doubts. "There is a wizard's question. I think Sophie should know the answer. We need to deal with him now. This enemy is very dangerous for us!"

Camille quietly packed her cups and drinks. Her other identity is the bartender here. She needs such a job to adjust her boring life. Before Klaus and them appeared, Camille was just a simple and innocent girl.

Marcel stuffed a pile of money in the past. He was not a bully. Naturally, he would not drink overlord wine. The vampires who had lived for too long were as familiar with this bar as their own kitchen. Naturally, including the price, Marcel paid the bill. Marcel took care of Camille, and then he began to drink freely.

Drink and drink, you know to drink. Camille rolled his eyes. Now he knows Marcel's identity. He doesn't know the taboo at all. He seemed to be a very successful and mature man before!

After drawing a corner of his mouth, Camille looked at Marcel with a tone of disgust and temptation. Since she couldn't find Sophie, Marcel was also an insider to her. Camille wanted to know about Davina. She was very concerned about the kind-hearted little witch in her bones. "Look at you, she began to drink in the daytime, Let me guess, Klaus bothered you again? Did you quarrel and fight again, or was it because of the chassis... I thought you were happy now! After all, Davina let you take your weapons back. Now she... "

Marcel's wine glass tilted. This woman really didn't open any pot. If ordinary people had been killed by him, they wouldn't even look at Camille. Marcel's face was black and heavy. He looked down at the golden wine in the quilt. His tone was gloomy and embarrassed. He opened his mouth difficultly, "... Dead, Davina."