Chapter 213

Marcel approached Klaus and they needed to get down to business.

"Klaus, what do you want to tell me?" Marcel's expression adjusted back to his previous appearance. Since he declared his loyalty, he would try his best to help Klaus. After all, now, their subordinates on a ship.

Klaus glanced at Marcel obliquely. "I heard they all contacted you directly?" Marcel nodded, his concentration returned and spoke to Klaus, "listen, I have received the news that mankind has convened a meeting to express that they are not very satisfied with the current situation." Since Klaus wants to manage, Marcel will not be ignorant for the time being. He will share everything he knows with Klaus, not for himself, but for the overall situation of New Orleans. Klaus had a lot of news about seizing power this time. He changed the leader of the vampire race with his personal strength. However, he didn't say hello to relevant parties. Marcel seemed very worried about this situation. Politics is never a person's business!

Klaus's eyes were still fixed on their early photos. He spoke faintly and didn't mind at all. "Oh... That's a pity. Should I say hello?" Bai Lu's black line is thick again. Is he conscious or not? It's a hundred percent provocation. The coin on the little guy's neck becomes so pricky in an instant. Bai Lu has the illusion that she can't worry about the point. Klaus, it's... It's so arrogant that people are speechless! Marcel's attitude is very respectful. His attitude has always been low and small, and his tone is also a complete subordinate attitude. "Now it's up to you to deal with these things, but if you want to know how I built this empire... That's the political rules. You can go far with a little communication skills, which is especially useful for human beings." Klaus gave him a lukewarm look. The corners of his mouth moved. He said, "I see... I see." Marcel got up and planned to leave. Klaus pulled him to the edge of the sofa. They looked at each other. Klaus shook the photos on his hands and was interested to talk about their past“ Man, you see, I haven't remembered that night for years... 1919, remember? The night before the opera house was burned down, it was the end of an era and we were forced to leave here. " Marcel's position was on one side. Bailu saw that half of his cheeks were hidden in the shadow. He smiled. His tone was bitter embarrassment and patience, "... Maybe, in order to have a new start..." Marcel also remembered that night. There were clear boundaries. They chose to leave. He was abandoned in New Orleans alone. Klaus accompanied him into silence. Then, he felt that there was no need to pretend between them and took Marcel's hand. Klaus explained in the same tone as endorsement, "I think I need to confess something to you - but, you say, where should we start?"