Rebirth: The Strong Pregnant Lady

That night, after White Dew had sent Katie away, she stayed in her room for a long time by herself. When she came out, she didn't say a word to Klaus.

Since she didn't want to say it, then so be it. Their child, no matter what the problem was, Klaus wouldn't avoid it, so don't ask, don't ask.

Klaus accompanied White Dew through a short period of peace, and now White Dew was only waiting for the child to arrive.

Klaus seemed to have developed some good habits as well. He began reading in his study, accompanied by White Dew, and by the way, he began to play with his little wolf girl … It wasn't too much to replenish his vital energy, just one by one.

During every meal, White Dew's sausage mouth would always be mocked by Rebecca. Klaus was not afraid of boiling water, but White Dew was always blocking the way, and her cheeks were becoming rounder and rounder.

However, it was still just a round stomach. Rebecca had recently become interested in her nephew's or niece's little things, so she always brought things back to the Dew Room one by one. Almost all the little gadgets in New Orleans had been retrieved by her.

Life was good for them, too, but Elijah's news was like a stone in the ocean. Rebecca gritted her teeth, and Klaus told them to be patient.

That day, Klaus went out again, and White Dew fiddled with her herbs, one of the freedoms she had acquired at the cost of countless looks.

White Dew looked out. The sun was setting like blood, and he wondered how Elijah, who cared so much about his children, was doing.

At the same time, the sorrowful Elijah was suffering from torture and pain. She came from a powerful, naughty witch who wanted to kill the ancestor vampire. The gentle, kind and noble Elijah switched to the Little White Mouse mode.

He repeated his experiments every day, failing again and again. Elijah's body was only a remnant of the magic of the cave and the curse.

In the end, he still stubbornly survived.

After all, she was an ancestral vampire, so why didn't she die?

Marcel was surprised.

Day after day, Davina tried to kill Elijah. She tried all kinds of herbs, incantations, cold weapons, and finally, she almost pulled out the dagger from Elijah's chest.

But Elijah hadn't died, and his wounds had healed themselves time and time again.

Marcel would sometimes accompany Davina and watch her tirelessly thinking, acting, acting, thinking again, acting again, trying again and again. They could not believe it.

"This guy's recovery ability is really strong," Marcel said, squatting at the side. He hated trouble. He hated owing favors even more. Klaus was more dissatisfied now, but Davina still hadn't succeeded.

"He's like an invincible cockroach in a suit." He was losing patience.

Da Vina nodded helplessly. She admitted defeat unwillingly, "It's simply amazing. His heart is flowing with life force very slowly."

"It's okay. It's time to return the old thing to Klaus." Marcel tried to switch to an easier option. Besides, the deadline he had promised was running out, and Klaus would explode. Marcel knew him.

"No," Davina was tough, not wanting to give up. "I haven't figured out how I could kill the Founder if you want me to."

Elijah became a rarity to the wayward girl, and for the last time Davina managed to pull the silver dagger from his chest and cast another spell on him.

The silver dagger stained with Elijah's blood was raised to her eyes. Davina studied it for a long time, but it was just a silver dagger with strange patterns engraved on it. There was no difference, the innocent and furious little witch mumbled, "Even if it is this, it can only hurt them."

"Marcel began to feel a bit unhappy. He didn't like his little girl who kept challenging his authority. She should listen to his opinion." Davina, we've already discussed this. "

Davina ignored him and focused on the dagger.

Marcel tried to communicate as best he could, hoping that Davina would be on his side. "Klaus saved my life, and I owe him a favor... "Since he wants his brother, Davina … let's return Elijah to Klaus."

"NO!" Davina rejected him straightforwardly. "I haven't figured it out yet." She lifted her delicate face and thoughtfully looked at Marcel, who had lost his smile, and proposed a different plan. "Or, tonight is the annual Dauphin Street Music Festival."

Davina's voice was filled with anticipation and shyness.

Marcel noticed that his little witch was getting more and more naughty, and now she actually wanted to go out alone. He decisively shook his head, "The reason you've been staying here is so that you won't be discovered outside. I'm your protector."

Davina put on a cute expression. Her aggrieved tone made people feel uncomfortable. "I want to go. I'm begging you."

"You know who in the crowd on Dauphin Street will be — Sophie, the most difficult witch of all. You know what the witches will do to you if they find you, Davina. They will kill you."

She knew Marcel would say that, but she didn't want to. "But you're controlling the witches, so get the hell away from them." Thinking of the light of hope, she seemed very happy. She continued to negotiate coquettishly, "Marcel, please, just one night."

"I said no." Marcel didn't give her any choice. He just wouldn't let her go.

Davina walked slowly and gracefully towards Marcel, who was near the coffin. She was faintly dangerous and overbearing, and her strength began to scatter, "I do what you say, but sometimes I feel like you've forgotten what I can do. "Marcel," Davina said, looking at Marcel's handsome face with its distinctive features. She reached out her hand and touched her cheek with it, smiling like a mischievous little girl. "Do you know that I can make a person's blood boil?"

Marcel felt his body heat up, as if someone had ignited a flame in his blood. It was fierce and terrible, and Davina continued, "As long as I focus my attention, no one can escape my magic."

Marcel's black face turned red, round beads of sweat started to drip down, and his hoarse voice even started to emit gas.

Davina looked at Marcel with great concentration. Just by looking at him, Marcel seemed to be slowly shrinking like a piece of cloth evaporated by the fog.

The man released his tightly clenched fist helplessly. Marcel laughed brightly. Davina's expression changed and she retracted part of her strength. The outcome of the battle was decided between the two of them like a game.

He didn't want to be cooked. However, leaving Davina alone would be impossible, "It's just that it's too dangerous for you to go out alone. I want to introduce you to a friend who will accompany you."

Friend, where did Marcel come from? Davina frowned, her delicate face contorted. Marcel was surrounded by disgusting vampires.

Davina hated ugly vampires. She hated all non-human beings except Marcel.

Looking at the distressed look on Davina's face, Marcel finally gave in and said, "Can I? "My little darling, is just a very good human lady. Her personality is very transparent. Believe me, the two of you are very close."

Davina flew over and pounced on him. She happily grabbed onto Marcel's scarf and squinted her eyes, looking very pleased with herself. "…" "Alright."

The little witch's laughter could not hide her anticipation and happiness. For a moment, Marcel could not bear to bear it.

After all, it had been a long, long time since Davina had lost her freedom in this enclosed attic.