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Klaus looked at the red wine on the ground in pity, shrugged his shoulders, and followed her.

With the help of her magical child, Beru, the successful meat of Beru, allowed Elijah to exert a hundred and twenty thousand degrees of patience and gentleness, finally taking care of his most powerless brother.

Klaus suddenly remembered that the last time he had spoken with Elijah had been 90 years ago, or 120 years ago. It had been too long ago for him to remember.

The night breeze was cool and refreshing.

The two brothers sat on a bench in the street. Klaus still didn't like to talk, so he just listened, his eyes half closed. Elijah knew it was a miracle just to keep Klaus quiet and obedient.

God bless them, White Dew and the children are treasures, they have created a miracle.

"You must understand, Klaus," Elijah said, "that family ties give us endless strength, but we must also accept what follows."

Klaus sneered. His brother was back, and that was the point, boy...

Elijah looked up at the sky with a serious expression on his face, "It gives us unqualified, unapologetic duty to love... We can never give up the power of this connection, even if it is tested. The connection nourishes us, gives us strength. "

Klaus looked at his hands. He had a lot of strength, but unfortunately, it was not only given to him by his family, but also gained by using his blood to descend into hell.

"Without this power, we have nothing."

At last Elijah fell silent. Klaus had a part in his mind to tell his brother that there had been a moment when he would rather have nothing.

However, Klaus chose only to look around.

In the cold night wind, after a long silence, Elijah heard his brother finally speak. "This town was our home. Marcel got everything I wanted — strength, loyalty, family. "

Elijah nodded. He understood Klaus's ambitions and desires, and there seemed to be a great void in his brother that no one could fill.

Klaus's voice grew cold. "I shaped him in my own way, but he betrayed me." Elijah, who had guessed what he meant, did not object to his brother's greed, and motioned for him to continue.

"I want everything he has. I want it back. I want to be king."

Elijah was helpless. Klaus had not heard his words of persuasion. He had only thought of his idea to be more far-reaching and domineering.

"So this child is to you?" Elijah asked Klaus.

"It's just a way to seize power." Klaus answered pointlessly.

Elijah was glad that he had come alone to see Klaus, or else Beru would have been so sad to hear about it, and that innocent, lovely child.

"Elijah," Klaus decided, his mood improving, "what does that child mean to you?"

Elijah's face began to glow with divine anticipation. "I feel that this child can give you what you have always wanted, but have never been able to get."

Klaus could not imagine what else he could not get. His strength, his cruelty, his strength, made him unafraid.

"What is it?"

"Love," Elijah said clearly. Seeing Klaus' dazed eyes, his clear eyes were filled with hope. He added, "A family's unconditional love."

Klaus glared at Elijah, who was too lazy to ignore his foolish brother. "Tell Sophie our deal is done."

Rebecca had been brewing sleepiness for several hours and was still in high spirits. She thought it was probably because she had drunk more wine with fresh blood.

Her heart was in a mess, and her golden hair had been entangled several times, making her struggle even more.

Ding. Ding.

Rebecca inadvertently glanced at her phone. The result was out.

It's Elijah's text, he said.

Rebecca could not be bothered to look or respond, only the corners of her mouth trembling out of helplessness.

It seems that the gentle and kind-hearted elder brother won the evil and tyrannical elder brother once again.

Why she wasn't surprised at all.