Klaus put his hands around his chest and his attention came back. He glanced lazily at Marcel with cold and sharp eyes. "Hey, my brother, do you two look very comfortable?"

Marcel's expression hesitated. He gave a short smile and explained his abnormality a little carelessly. "No, I just told Elijah that we were wasting time."

Klaus began to move, Elijah's eyes stopped behind him, and then Rebecca's voice came through behind him and held their confrontation, "why, don't my brothers like festival celebrations?"

"Why not?" Elijah pulled the man over, and he smiled. Sometimes, this sister is also a very considerate child, "Rebecca, look how lively the street market is."

Rebecca shrugged. She found the target earlier than Elijah, but she didn't intend to tell Klaus. She just stared at them mockingly.

Klaus walked over. He put his head together and smiled strangely. He looked at Marcel and Elijah. "Dear sister, are you here to help us find someone?"

Rebecca nodded dispensably. Of course she came to help, but sometimes being busy is also a kind of busy, "you can't let your secret weapon fall into the hands of others, can you?"

The corners of Klaus's mouth hook up evil. He knows how to find the little witch and master other people's weakness. He has always been his strong point. Klaus, who has long been confident, doesn't need to mind other people's tricks. "To declare, we'll find her soon."

Elijah's eyebrows frowned. He looked at Klaus. His brother would start to hurt again. Whenever he showed this expression, someone would suffer, "I hear that very well, Klaus..." Elijah walked up to him and asked curiously, "obviously, you have some evil conspiracies and plans. Tell me, my brother, What is it? "

Klaus Shiran smiled. The winner of the school was in hand. He stopped, put his hand on a boy's shoulder, and said with familiarity, "Hi, dear Tim, I haven't seen you for a long time. Can I talk to you?"