"Whether it's a vampire, a werewolf, or a wizard, if you want to survive in this city, you must abide by the rules of this city. If you still have certain purposes, you must not commit these taboos. Marley took the woman's words.

"Let's put that aside, I'm not interested in any of that, actually. The reason why I know about the Witch Society is only because I heard the news. Damon waved his hand with the cup uninterested.

"Catherine. You're here for Catherine Pearce. The woman looked at Damon Salvatore and said with certainty.

"So it seems that the news I got is true? How can I meet her? Grab those of you who are hostile to her and send her over? Damon easily got the answer he wanted from the woman's words, and then smiled wickedly at her.

"What if it's true? Do you think she's still the same Catherine Pearce you know? The woman replied unceremoniously, and continued, "She is now one of the top leaders of the Witch Society. Trust me, Damon, she's not the person you know and know anymore. ”

"It's not funny at all." Damon's face was calm, but the fingers that grabbed the wine glass added a little strength.

"Actually, I'm not telling a joke. She had made a deal with the leader of the Witch Society, who had helped her get her free from the Ancestor Klaus and gave her what she wanted, and she needed to work for that person. ”

The woman's tone paused, gently hooking the full corners of the red lips. With a little irony, he continued: "That man gave her even more than she had hoped for. She doesn't care about you at all, she doesn't care about you and Stefan. She doesn't even want to have any more contact with you. She escaped. But they have not sought you and have not sought you, and have avoided you, and this is evident as evidence. ”

"I'm a little sad about that." A forced smile on Damon's face.

"We'll help you meet Catherine." Marley tapped Damon's hand with the bottle.

"When did I say I needed your help?" Damon retorted unceremoniously.

"Trust me. Without our help, you wouldn't even be qualified to meet Catherine! What kind of organization do you think the Witch Society is? Do you know where its real stronghold is? Where is Catherine again? Why did she see you? There's so much you don't know, Damon. Whether it's the Witch Society, or Catherine's past and present. Ma Lai said a cold series of rhetorical questions.

"Why should I believe you?" Damon frowned.

"I guess you don't know a female vampire named Nadia Petrova, right?" Marley raised an eyebrow and glanced at Damon. See him shake his head. Said softly: "She is Catherine Pearce's daughter, her own daughter. She used to be in the same camp as us, to be exact. It's someone who used to be so close to us that we consider it a member. She is now with Catherine. ”

"I didn't know Catherine had a daughter of her own." Damon had a feeling of depression about his mood at the moment. Originally, I thought that Catherine had nothing to say about herself, and the two could share all their secrets to their heart's content. Even the fact that she was a vampire was revealed in front of his eyes. Now, however, he has a growing sense of confusion.

"Then you don't even know her real name." Marley's eyelids lifted: "Catherine Pierce is just a pseudonym. Her real name. It's Katerina Petrova. He was expelled from the family because he had children out of wedlock. But because she offended the vampire ancestor Klaus, she had to live incognito and live a life of hiding everywhere. You see, she's been lying to you guys. ”

"What are you telling me all this for?" Damon looked at Marlai: "Is it just to make me unhappy with her?" ”

"No, we just need you to get some news from her." Marley shook his head.

"Isn't that Nadia Petrova one of yours?" Damon said, smiling strangely, as if remembering something, "Oh, I forgot she was one of you. ”

"Her birth mother is there." It was as if he hadn't heard some of the words that Damon could have spoken in an accentuated tone. The bottle was tossed aside, and his hands were crossed. The elbows of his arms were propped up on his thighs, his body leaned forward, his eyes pressed into Damon, and he said in a solemn tone, "We need your help." ”

"Why should I help you?" Damon stabbed mockingly.

"It's not good to have to tear your face to talk about it." Marley leaned forward and shrunk back, leaning back on the back of the couch behind him, reaching into his pocket with his right hand and touching it twice, pulling out a ring and throwing it into Damon's hand. "Look at this, you should be familiar with it."

"This is," Damon took the ring that Marley had thrown over, and a flash of anger flashed in his eyes, he glared at Marlai, and his body was just about to move at super speed, but a sudden stinging pain caused him to fall off the sofa before he could retract.

"Get the news we need, and then your brother Stefan will be alive and free." Marais stared directly at Damon, and his companion continued to chant incantations.

"What the hell do you want me to ask?" Damon endured the pain in his head like a red-hot iron rod stirring in it, gritted his teeth and asked word by word.

"The details of the person who founded the Witch Society, as many as there are. The more you dig, the less sin Stefan will suffer. Finally, you'll need to be a messenger to tell them what they want most right now, the secret of Silas's location, and try to get the person who founded the Witchcraft to go. If you do all this, your brother will be well. Marley said clearly in Damon's ear.

……

In a quaint castle, a woman in a rich dress walked briskly, until she came to a house, then she stopped running, stood firm, and slightly eased her breath, which seemed a little hurried because of running, and then pushed the door in.

"Teacher."

Inside the house, a man in a gray-white robe was boiling something with his back to the door, the house was filled with all kinds of materials and herbs, and the sweet smell of potions wafted through the whole big room. The woman quietly closed the door, bowed to the busy figure in a very respectful tone, and shouted.

"Just in time for Claes." Tang Bai turned around and beckoned to Clais, who was pushing the door in, and motioned for her to step forward. (To be continued......)