Camille wants to roll his eyes at Nick. Is he crazy? "Sorry, this is my private life. I don''t need to report it to you or anyone else." "No, I don''t," said Camille.

    "Your private life has proven to be," Klaus helplessly and persistently replied. Compared to a chess piece, his plan is the most important, "My plan is extremely important. Marcel wants you, he likes you, and because of that, he will believe you. It''s good for me. "

    Camil could not believe it. What kind of weirdo was this man''s brain circuit?!

    "You''re crazy!" Camille is surprised and angry. Klaus is not only paranoid about being murdered, he is deeply involved in the details, as if the absurd and terrible things are really happening in his life every moment of the day.

    Klaus was too lazy to bother with her. Humans were always exceptionally persistent at times like this, adhering to some inexplicable morality or rule … Until what they saw was the truth.

    Ignoring Camille''s anger, Klaus continued with his memoirs. "The most important thing is that the French Quarter is about to go to war, with me on one side and Marcel on the other."

    Camille, for some reason, sat down to continue typing. She hated her obedience, but she began to notice something was wrong, and Klaus seemed to be lost in his own thoughts. "Marcel has that powerful witch and an army of vampires, what do you think I should do?"

    "What?" The normal human logic could no longer understand Klaus'' perverted absurdity. Camil saw his expression change from dangerous to disdainful. Did he think he was talking about the monster story before he went to sleep? Vampires? A witch? Werewolf?! Tsk, there''s even Superman!

    Klaus threw his arms around her and held her neck against the wall. Within a second, his cold hands were on each other''s pulses, and Camille realized that something was wrong. The temperature of Klaus''s body was wrong, Klaus''s heartbeat was wrong, and their eyes were swimming.

    Camil''s hand fiercely pressed against Klaus'' wrist. There was no pulse. Nick bared his teeth at her, his sharp fangs flashing. After that, Camil froze, and her body began to struggle violently.

    "Are you afraid?" Klaus approached her with a sigh. Camille was too frightened to speak, and there was only one voice in his ears. "Don''t be afraid."

    Don''t be afraid.

    The trembling of her body had disappeared, her emotions were like a mystery pulled out by a thread, the fear had completely dissipated, the calm Camil''s eyes were fixed on Klaus, she was numb and stiff, her neck was as if it had rusted and she didn''t dare to turn around, "I''m not afraid anymore, it''s totally not, it''s amazing! I should have been scared to death... How did you do it? "

    Klaus was in control of her emotions, and Camille found himself obeying him. What was going on?

    Klaus explained to her in detail, his final move of pride, "This is called mental control. A very ordinary gadget... Marcel seems to have done this to you, too, but you''ve forgotten it long ago, my dear, and I''ll tell you all about it. "

    Camille is sitting in his chair, completely dazed. The world is crazy.

    "First, let''s talk more about Marcel?" Klaus gently suggested. He didn''t feel any guilt or unease towards Camil and only proudly announced his decision.

    Camille nods, meek and meek.

    "Alright."

    Klaus''s memoirs went well, and Camille volunteered to bind them into a simplified version of a children''s book.

    The decorations were exceptionally cute.

    Bai Lu and the kid would like it, Nick thought, and once again he agreed with himself. No matter what, Camil was a useful human, and it was easy for him to use it right now.

    A spy, a stenographer, or a trash can to pour out, or... The counselor, Camille was doing pretty well.

    On the way home, looking at his strange looking memoirs, Klaus felt a strange sense of relief deep in his heart. It was as if he had found a lump of sweetness from years of dark pursuit. His heart, his pulse, began to revive.

    Bai Lu seemed to be taking a bath when she slipped in. She was lying on her back without any precautions. The result of her pregnancy occasionally made her feel unwell.

    — — River Cra