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Bai Lu and Elijah were trapped at the mouth of the river. Taylor had escaped without a trace, so he naturally did not leave immediately.

Taylor turned and found Maser.

Maser and the group of vampires looked at Taylor. Maser did not immediately state his stance, he was only looking at him and allowed him to speak. Taylor had told them some things that he had revealed to him, but Maser's eyes were still fixed on him, and he was not stupid, "Heh, my friend, if you want to reach an agreement with me, then you must pay a price. I already know that wolf girl called Bai Lu, she is Claus's person … So, do you have any other useful information left? "

Taylor's eyes contracted. He looked at Maser and used his trump card to reveal a part of the truth. "What if I tell you that the wolf girl is pregnant with Claus's child?" Taylor's tone became even more mysterious and fearful. He straightforwardly said, "Furthermore, if that child was born, what if it means the end of the vampire race?"

Maser was finally interested in his words. He stood up and gestured for Taylor to follow him into the secret room.

Then, on the night of the same day, she received a message from Maser.

Claus seemed to be busy doing something on his own, and when he left, he paid no heed to it.

The woman and her ally that Maser was waiting for at the port area was Rebecca. He curled his lips, as if victory was in his grasp.

Rebecca approached him, and stood three or four steps away from Maser. There was no way to go over there anymore.

After a long while, the blonde girl turned around and left.

Maser's figure also disappeared.

The color of the sky was a little gray and black, as though a layer of evil and resistance had been dyed there. That was the city that Claus wanted to hug, the territory that they were fighting over.

Before Rebecca returned home, she went to the church and sat in the confession room. On the other side of him was Father Kyran, who was yawning.

The priest was suffering. He was just an innocent man who slept until midnight and was kidnapped, the ancestors of the Michaelsons, each more willful than the last.

Rebecca's attitude was very low, her eyes emitted a strange light, Father Kyran just sat there quietly, without any additional consolation.

Every priest needed to be respectful, sincere and honest.

Roughly when he had counted to 3,538, when Kyran once again admired his own patience, that woman Rebecca had finally revealed the effects of her mouth. She slowly opened her mouth to narrate this tragedy, "New Orleans, actually, I shouldn't have returned here … I'm in love here, and I'm hurt by love, and I think you know who I'm talking about, right? "You should know …"

Father Kyran held it in for a long time before finally responding with a cough, "Actually, Maser and I don't have a very good relationship right now, I think you should not ask me for my opinion."

The sorrowful emotion that Rebecca had been brewing for a long time was struck once by him. She continued to adjust her state of mind, and her tone became fierce, "But, as a priest, shouldn't you be prepared to listen to my repentance? "Did you try to persuade me along the way?"

The Father Kyran sighed with great difficulty. He expressed to Rebecca helplessly, "The word 'I am willing' shouldn't appear in our sentences."

Rebecca went silent, her gaze was very fierce. Father Kyran then rubbed her face, changed to a benevolent state, and looked at Rebecca while smiling, "Actually, to be honest, private … I'm also a Catholic, and we're going to love each other. "

Rebecca mercilessly shook her head, not bothering to respond to his goodwill, "I'm not a Catholic, look … I've lived in this world for a thousand years. I'm not sure if I believe in gods or anything, but I need someone to forgive me for my sins. So, my Priest, are you willing to listen to my confession? "

Father Kyran twisted his face and nodded, nodded, and nodded again.

Rebecca closed her eyes in relief, her hands clasped into prayer positions, "I'm sorry, please forgive me, Father. I am a liar, I am a traitor, I am plotting against my loved ones, my brother, I doubt even that your God will save me. "

Father Kyran's expression changed, his eyes flickered with a pitiful attitude, as he slowly guided Rebecca to recount the details.

How could she have become a sinner? How did she betray her family?

Extremely detailed.

After hearing that, Rebecca vomited, as though she was in too much pain, to the point that her tears were flowing out.

The confession room was filled with the smell of pain. Father Kyran acted like a different person as he calmly treated Rebecca as if she was an innocent child.

"Father, am I wrong? Father, you said I... Am I beyond redemption? " When Rebecca asked him this through the ice-cold window, Father Kyran let out a helpless and heavy sigh. He did not say yes, nor did he say no.

Most of the time, what we do is make a choice. Once we make a choice, we must bear the consequences.

There was no justice, no right or wrong. There were a lot of things, there was no justice at all. There was also no right or wrong.

For humans, yes, for non-humans, too.

Rebecca's right and wrong, wasn't something that he could judge. Her betrayal, her choice, and her pain, were all part of the cycle of fate.