Following Klaus''s signal, several men in black disappeared as well, and a glass of whisky, pure alcohol, appeared in front of Marcel''s eyes.

    Klaus himself had a glass of whiskey in his hand, and Marcel took it from him.

    Marcel sighed, feeling powerless. This damned thing, this damn mistake! Tonight, his performance was truly terrible!

    "What did Camille see?" Marcel knew that Klaus had been accompanying her and seemed to be trying to persuade her, but Camille was not looking well.

    Klaus didn''t say anything, he only gave Marcel an encouraging look and shrugged. "She just saw an argument, man." Clapping him on the shoulder, Klaus confirmed, "Trust me, there''s nothing you can''t handle."

    Marcel sighed helplessly. He reckoned that there was no hope for him. According to his sources, Camil hated violent people the most. Otherwise, he would not have said that he was a community worker previously.

    Klaus looked at Marcel''s lost profile in surprise, as if he were trying to guess. "You really like her?" "How is she better than Rebecca?" Marcel''s current position of power, what kind of clean/pure/elegant women do not have.

    Marcel nodded and shook his head again. After drinking a few mouthfuls, he said the truth, "Actually, I like the way she doesn''t seem to be involved in this. An ordinary person … Sometimes it''s also a good thing to see the world from a human''s point of view. "

    As a vampire, Marcel had almost forgotten about human nature. He needed something simple and beautiful.

    Klaus couldn''t seem to see the chaos of the ball, but he had no choice but to endure it and take care of this damned thing with a smile.

    Status was a restriction.

    Klaus silently accompanied him, drinking one cup after another.

    When Marcel was almost drunk, Klaus reminded him in a light tone, "Marcel, I''m very sorry about Thierry. I can tell he''s a good friend of yours."

    Marcel laughed at himself. He thought Klaus was trying to ridicule him for his ignorance, "I was the one who created him. Obviously, I shouldn''t have trusted him. I was wrong."

    Klaus snatched the glass from Marcel, who was now drunk. "It won''t make you any better, Marcel," he said.

    "..." It''s all right, Marcel. For a long time, when he was a teenager and even when he was an adult, Klaus''s only consolation was that he had never been an emotional person.

    It''s all right, Marcel.

    However, Marcel had remembered these words for many years.

    Klaus didn''t need Marcel''s reply. He drank the wine by himself. Now, they were all in the same situation, alone.

    A feeling of empathy filled the air. Marcel and Klaus were not used to it, so they avoided each other''s eyes as much as they could. The awkward feeling of being alone was born.

    The dance went smoothly. Klaus accompanied Marcel until the end, the perfect ending.

    The song finally ended.

    Klaus said nothing and was about to leave. Marcel was about to go down the stairs when he couldn''t help jumping in front of him and giving him a friendly hug.

    "Klaus, you saved me tonight, so I owe you a favor. You want to return your brother? Well, that''s the only thing I can do for you."

    Klaus seemed to be surprised by his actions, and did not reply for a moment. He only nodded, and seemed to have lost his patience.

    Marcel watched him leave, the warmth in his eyes slightly leaking out. Klaus had never changed.

    Facing the wind, Klaus was satisfied. His plan had been very successful, and now he was waiting for Elijah to return. Instead of going back to tell Rebecca the good news, he made a trip to Rousseau''s.

    Today, the bar had been replaced by a new bartender, and Camille had become a client. She seemed to be in a bad mood.

    She was drinking.

    Seemingly attracted by the color of the wine, Camil''s eyes were filled with confusion when Klaus entered the room. Before Klaus even opened his mouth, Camil beat him up and said in an impatient tone, "Klaus, don''t even think about it. I know why you''re here. You speak for your friend. "

    Camil refused Klaus''s advice. She swirled her goblet, graceful and angry. "I know you''re a good person, but …" Holding Camil''s hand, Klaus'' demeanor became completely relaxed. He also seemed to have sunk into a sorrowful reminiscence, "But, you''ve been hurt before. You don''t dare to try again."

    Camil nodded her head helplessly. Yes, she could tell. "And so on and so forth. The person I saw tonight was not the person I thought he was. If he could get angry so easily, then …"

    Klaus turned his head and put down the wine the bartender had just made. "It sounds like someone isn''t just breaking his heart. It seems someone betrayed your trust."

    Camil stared at Klaus blankly, unable to reply.

    "You''ve always been my brave bartender, Camille." Klaus'' voice became hoarse and gentle. "Is it someone close to you?"

    They looked at each other for a few minutes, and then Camil''s heart skipped a beat. This man understood her, understood her sorrow, and understood her helplessness.

    Klaus didn''t seem to think that he would produce such a chaotic electric current in such a breezy environment. His back paused for a moment, then he looked away and forced a smile, "I''m sorry, but I still hope you can give Marcel another chance."

    Camil blinked her eyes slowly and drank the last glass of wine with a bitter smile. "It seems that I have misunderstood."

    Klaus'' reaction was rough and intense, even to the point that there was an inexplicable innocent charm on his sculptured side of his face, "No, you''re right, but we all have our roles to play."

    Camille turned to leave, but Klaus caught her by the skirt and brought his face closer.

    Under the dim light, Camil could clearly hear the echo of the man''s mouth in her mind, "You went to see Marcel and danced with him. You felt sorry for his argument with your friend, but apart from that, you only remember that he was perfect."

    Camille nods and smiles, a girlish shyness still on her face. Yes, Klaus is right, Marcel is perfect.