C101

The long-awaited music festival was very lively and bustling. Marcel was in it, the streets were crowded, and there were a lot of people coming and going.

Marcel was starting to regret agreeing to Davina's request. The more chaotic the situation, the more likely it was that something would happen.

Klaus stood far away at the top of the church, with the white dew on her face. She just wanted to be a quiet pregnant woman, the man said with a faint smile, pointing to Marcel.

If Davina hadn't insisted on coming out to get some fresh air, Marcel wouldn't have wanted her in sight at all.

Klaus was like a tiger staring at its prey, and Rebecca's position was unclear. The witches were always watching them, and the troubles that followed after Elijah's awakening, and also … An inexplicable, damned werewolf trail appeared.

He had to stir up some trouble for him at this time. Davina seemed to be getting more and more out of hand.

Marcel was leading a group of Japanese vampires around the perimeter, patrolling the streets. He had to be fully prepared.

Klaus hid himself in the shadows and waved his hand to signal them to come. His face was full of smiles and dimples as he said, "Marcel, come on, work hard, be more careful. Let me see how much you've improved over these years."

Marcel patiently warned his Sunwalker and Nightwalker vampires, but he was still a little worried, "Tonight is a big event, many people will drink, many eyes will watch — I don't want any trouble, so, this means that witches cannot appear." Marcel stopped in his tracks, and signaled a few of his men to go down and inform them, "You should go and deliver a message to the witches, if one of them comes, we will kill them."

A few of the day vampires in the crowd disappeared with a whoosh. They went to inform the witches, and a few of them, who were hiding in the shadows, followed Marcel around the block to Rousseau.

"With us here, the Founder will not be here." His brow creased again at the thought of Camille and Davina. "I don't like Rebecca poking around, so tell me as soon as you see her." "I don't like her," the Founder said.

The group of trusted aides nodded, held Rebecca for a little while, and then left it to Marcel.

Marcel looked around again. He felt a pair of smiling eyes watching them from the far end of the street. He let out a breath and saw that Marcel had withdrawn some of his men.

"I invited Camil to come with me. She also has a friend." Marcel, who was currently hard to believe, could only emphasize with clear warning, "I want people to keep an eye on them, to keep an eye on them, to protect them, not to be discovered, do you understand?"

The other vampires nodded in wonder. It seemed that Marcel really cared about the golden-haired Camil, his little human girlfriend.

They had no idea of the existence or importance of Davina, nor of Marcel's true purpose.

Marcel was more concerned about Davina — his secret weapon. He commanded his men to return to their respective positions. "I don't want anyone to approach them. Everyone has their own positions. Remember, everyone, be on your guard. Do you understand?"

After everything was arranged, Marcel was finally relieved. He turned around and went to find Davina.

Davina was very excited. She couldn't remember how long it had been since she last participated in a large scale important celebration. He would definitely come to the music festival, but she only wanted to say goodbye.

A serious farewell to make up for everything that she didn't have time to do.

Marcel took Davina to the bar where Camille worked, surrounded by noise and excitement.

Klaus had told Camille something before he appeared, and Camille had nodded. She knew what to do.

The stage was packed with people. The bar was filled with a crazy melody as they were unable to extricate themselves from their high spirits.

Music had an unparalleled driving force at certain times. There were many bands and musicians at the center of the stadium, each of them playing their own unique moves and attracting groups of fans to their screams.

It was the same with Tim's band. He was playing the violin, the familiar rhythm, the warm smile.

Davina saw at once the boy she wanted to see — Tim, her first love.

Her delicate and proud little face blushed slightly. Like all the girls who had fallen in love, Tim was a secret that Davina could not reveal.

Tim, her friend, the boy for whom her heart trembled.

Tim was a clean, cute, and handsome boy. He played the violin skillfully, and he had been enjoying the music since he was young. His handsome body danced slowly to the rhythm, and his eyebrows were pure and blissful. He looked really good … It was good. Davina could barely contain her tears.

Tim did not change at all. He looked the same as before. Davina lowered her head and looked at her hands. The girl tightly clenched her fists.

How long had it been since he'd seen this man? What can I say now, what can I say? Davina did not know. It was just that her body, her footsteps and even her breathing seemed to have been taken away by the music and brought to Tim's side, wanting to reach the place closest to him.

Marcel looked at Davina with a surprised expression on his face. It had been a long time since such a shy expression had appeared on his little face. She seemed to be glowing with the music.

Looking around, Marcel saw only a group of mad musicians.

Marcel could not help but smile gently. He reached his hand to the top of Davina's head. His hair was soft and soft, and there was a funny little expression on his face. After all, his little witch was still a girl.

"Yes." Davina nodded meekly as she missed everything. She had been far away from her normal life for far too long.

Marcel stroked her long hair, trying his best to pull her attention back to him. He coughed and raised his voice, "Then, we should review the rules."

"I won't say anything to anyone," Davina turned around helplessly, returning her attention back to her protector. Marcel was just an old woman who had to agree countless of times, "I won't say anything to you about witches or vampires or their ancestors or you."

Marcel nodded in satisfaction, but his strong body was still standing by the side. He looked at her with a deep gaze.

Davina really had no choice but to helplessly continue, "You said that you wouldn't stick close to me."

Marcel took a few steps back and greeted Camil with a bitter smile.

Camille, with the back of his hand, gestured to Klaus and then, with a gentle smile, stepped forward.

The handsome and enthusiastic Marcel, as well as the little girl beside him who needed his help, Camil's eyes were more focused on Davina.

That was what Marcel admired most about her, the promise that she would do her best to accomplish it.