Rebirth: The Strong Pregnant Lady

Sophie, still unresponsive, like a humanoid statue, felt Rebecca disappear as soon as she finished her sentence.

Klaus went to Rousseau's again. He was invited by Marcel, who said he had something to discuss.

"It's a long way from last night's party." Klaus didn't think Marcel would like this little bar. It was a paradise for gentle petty capitalists.

Soon after, he saw Marcel wave to a girl. She had elegant golden hair and a short skirt, but looked like a pure and innocent student. Klaus showed an ambiguous smile as he glanced at the pair of bright and beautiful legs, "So that's how it is."

It seemed that Marcel was pursuing Rousseau's bartender, Camille. Klaus's eyes immediately caught the name on her badge.

"Hey, brother, what's the progress?" Klaus nudged Marcel, who was standing opposite him, and warmly poured him a glass of wine, "A … "B? Or, c!"

"..." "I am trying my best …" Marcel grinned, looking annoyed and pleased with himself, "She is a little rose with thorns, very piercing." Following that, Marcel seemed to casually stare at Camil as he gulped down a few mouthfuls of strong alcohol.

Klaus turned his head to look at Camil who was writing on the other table. His eyes flashed with a dark figure, and his ambiguous eyes were like snakes that were wrapped around Camil. It seemed that the taste of the two of them was at times astonishingly similar. "I believe that she must be a very special Rose, for you to sit here and let her wear you down instead of taking her for lunch."

Marcel smiled and didn't explain, but he leaned to block Klaus's view.

"Let's talk about the business first. The coroner called. He has my number … If there's a tourist's corpse, contact me."

"Let me guess. It's the body of a tourist with a mark on his hand and vampire blood in his veins." "That's right," said Klaus.

"It's hard to avoid an accident. Someone got drunk and fell off the balcony or into the Mississippi." Marcel didn't seem to care about their actual cause of death. He was more concerned about how to dispose of the bodies.

Klaus heard him say that he was going to dispose of two fresh bodies today.

Marcel and Klaus lowered their voices as they discussed the matter. Camille seemed to have packed up his book and was about to leave, but she didn't want to pay any attention to them.

Marcel's eyes were wistful, but he didn't move.

Klaus played with his musket and turned to stand, blocking Camille's path. He raised his glass. "I'm sorry, darling …" Klaus pointed to the book in her arms. It was a professional book.

Mikal glanced at Klaus up and down, Little Pink's smile was warm, her words clear, her hair tinged with a warm golden sun. "Abnormal psychology."

Klaus knew why Marcel liked Camille now. He felt like he had suddenly become a marked pig, a pig made of ice and fire, but this little blonde girl could easily arouse a man's wildness and subjugation.

"Abnormal psychology, wow!" Klaus pulled her over to the table and gestured to Marcel, who was facing Camille's low-key outburst. "Perhaps you could help me with my friend," Klaus said, with an air of pointed annoyance. "He's been feeling a bit down and restless lately, thinking about a girl."

Camille seems to be smiling, Marcel's eyes are burning even more, and Klaus is also examining them, "He told me that the girl is a queen worthy of the king... I think he should let go and move on. What professional opinion do you have? "

Klaus and Marcel fixed their eyes on Camille at the same time, waiting for her response.

Camil held back her laughter and nodded seriously, giving a reasonable suggestion. "Maybe, if you try to be a good person, you will get a chance."

Klaus raised his eyebrows. This request was really difficult for him. His deep eyes were full of smiles. This natural instinct to go against one's will was a hard wound.

No one would think a vampire was a good person … That's because humans are food in the first place. Do you think that it's an honor for food to let you be a good person?!