Chapter 241

Marcel got up and poured Klaus a glass of wine himself. Then, he raised it to him, drank it himself, and responded to him coldly, "so, my dear friend, are you telling me that you are forced to do your spies, conspiracies and plunders? Now you regret it?! You want to tell me, hey, my brother, I'm not aiming at you, am I?! " Klaus was silent for a long time. Looking at Marcel's twisted face, he was really angry. He lowered his head and leaned his head against his hands. "Well, I admit, I'm jealous! I saw that you created an empire without me, prosperous and stable. After I saw it, I wanted to... "Klaus was very frank and direct, Marcel's spikes were also put away, and Klaus's character itself was this virtue. None of them knew who, just like he couldn't wait to show off at the beginning, this was his nature," you're wrong, I didn't create it alone. Indeed, when I was a human being, I always lived in the shadow of my father. If it wasn't for your help, I might never escape bad luck. You taught me what men want, so I have to fight for it myself. " Klaus turned over. He got up and went to the window and smiled. It was unreasonable. Now he is the king and has all these responsibilities and rights. "What should I do now? You built this community, you won their respect, their love, I can rule their bodies, but I can't get people Rule with me! " Klaus's eyes sparkled with charm. He raised his glass to Marcel, looked straight at the past, and sincerely invited, "let's rule our city side by side as brothers and friends?" Marcel just sat, as if his soul had been extracted, and Klaus waited quietly. The night wind in New Orleans was warm and humid. Klaus could not bear to wait. Marcel didn't know when he got up, walked to the man, leaned over, and drank the wine that represented "commitment" with Klaus's hand. Klaus really smiled. He looked at Marcel under the sparse starlight and smiled, just like the picture many years ago, but Marcel was just a little boy at that time. In the shadow behind them stood Rebecca, holding a ring tightly in her hand, looking at them unidentified.