"You told me about it." Claes blinked.

"Yes, all the blood relatives and elders have left her, alone. And she herself has been on the run for hundreds of years, living a life of fear, precariousness, and a little wind and grass can make her nervous. It's tragic, isn't it? ”

"As far as I know, there was a doppelganger of Amara before her. She is beloved by the brothers Klaus and Elijah, the first vampire families. But equally, she, and her loved ones, suffered death and slaughter. ”

"This is the punishment of nature, using karma to imprison and seal Silas and Amara, and then let their doppelgangers live in their place for generations to endure all the misery of the world." Tang Bai spoke softly and calmly.

Of course, there is about another doppelganger Elena Gilbert after Catherine, and Tang Bai did not say it. But as far as the memories in the impression are concerned, even Elena Gilbert, who is one of the protagonists, did not escape this fateful situation in the early days.

The death of her adoptive father, her aunt, her own parents, and a series of things that happened to her as an adult all swept away Elena Gilbert like a storm. All kinds of people and strange things, driven by a big hand in the dark, appeared around her one after another with troubles.

Silas' doppelganger, Stefan, is in no better shape. He accidentally killed his father, and his mother had already left the two brothers. The entire Salvatore family, except for him and his various Damons. In the end, there is only one side line left, and this final side line will also be one day in the future. He was executed by Damon's own hands. And because of his inexplicable hemophilia, after every killing sober, he was immersed in the torture and torture of the goodness in his heart.

Going through the entire doppelganger, as well as the doppelganger itself, none of the encounters and situations made people feel comfortable.

Take away all the people and things they love, what they rely on. Experience loneliness and despair in the midst of waves of torment. In a sense, this is the punishment that nature inflicts on them.

"You're different." Tang Bai looked at Claes. "Your lifespan is not endless, and the potion I gave you to take. It also has the effect of changing your constitution. The increase in physique is reflected in the increase in lifespan, which is in line with the laws of this world. So it can't be the same as it did with Silas and Amara, and the many doppelgangers. Directly influence and punish you with the power of cause and effect. As long as you are careful. Tang Bai hooked the corners of his mouth: "Relative to you." I am the target of its greatest attention and sanctions. ”

"Unfortunately, for some particular reason, it can't use cause and effect to sanction me in the same way it sanctioned Silas and Amara, and second, it can't create a copy of me, or a shadow or something, to take my place in this world."

"All it can do is gather some of its minions who are still at the mercy of it—a part of the witches of nature who are still vaguely opposed to us, to cause me some trouble. This is what its own rules allow. The limit of what can be done. Tang Bai smiled again: "But compared to the benefits I got from it, this trouble is completely worth it." ”

"What's the benefit?" Claes asked, inquisitive. She couldn't imagine it. In an imaginary existence, what great benefits can one's own teacher obtain?

"The understanding of the world, and the grasping of rules." Tang Bai replied with a smile.

Tang Bai's answer made Claes a little dazed for a while, she looked at Tang Bai in a daze, as if she was waiting for his next more detailed and popular explanation, but Tang Bai kept silent and dropped the topic.

"You may be able to understand this one day. But right now, you don't need to know too much. Tang Bai said.

Although she didn't get an answer from Tang Bai, Klaes felt a little regretful in her heart, but she was very sensible and did not continue to ask questions. has been Tang Bai's disciple for decades, and while she understands Tang Bai's temperament, she also knows very well what she does to prevent Tang Bai from feeling disgusted and impatient.

What can be said, Tang Bai has never hidden her, but what she can't say, no matter how much energy she spends on asking, she can't get the answer she wants from Tang Bai's mouth.

A tavern in New Orleans.

Damon, holding a glass full of amber liquor, was sitting on the bar with a sullen face, drinking glass by glass. Sitting beside him was a woman named Lysa beside Marlai. She also held a glass of wine in her hand, and sat left and right across a seat from Damon.

"Why are you targeting that person? Do the founders of the Witch Society have a grudge against you? Damon, who was pouring his own wine, looked at the woman sitting on his right with a little hazy eyes, but his tone was very calm and steady, as if he was not affected by alcohol at all.

"Not really, it's just that what he's done and what he's always wanted to do is in conflict with the philosophy we live by and the rules we've always followed. It's like he's always wanted to resurrect Silas, no matter what he resurrected Silas for, but there's no way we're going to get him to resurrect Silas. Lysa didn't deliberately hide anything, perhaps because what she said was not a secret in her own mind that was worth keeping secret.

"Oh, I forgot, you don't even know who Silas is." At the end of the sentence, Lysa seemed to think of something, and glanced at Damon with a smile.

"I don't care who Silas is, or what you have with the founders of the Witch Society, I just want to keep my brother Stefan safe. Listen, if there's anything bad about him, I won't let you and the people behind you go. Damon's head leaned in the direction of Lysa, and lowered his voice.

"Angry?" Hearing Damon's forcibly suppressed anger, Lysa teased nonchalantly. Then he smiled and said: "As long as you don't do anything stupid and do what we ask us to do, Stefan will naturally not have any danger to his life." But if you don't cooperate, or secretly try to play some small tricks, I can't guarantee his safety. ”

Damon's hand clenched tightly, and the glassy glass shattered. The contents of the glass spilled as the cracked glass spilled. (To be continued......)