"It's hard to hold back," Lancaster teased softly as he looked at the wriggling tablecloth with a cold gaze.
Indeed, no one could see what kind of expression Debar was wearing under the tablecloth. All they could see was the wriggling tablecloth.
Even though it was a funny scene, the humiliation and sadness in it were heartbreaking!
That was what Lancaster was thinking, but he did not step up to be the messenger of justice.
As smart as he was, he knew it would disrupt Tang Ling's rhythm.
Things had progressed to this point, so it was not hard to guess what was going on, was it not? At least, Liszt had a good guess. He swirled the wine glass in his hand, thinking and hesitating. Should he make a move now to disrupt Tang Ling's rhythm and get everything done before Tang Ling?
He wanted to compete with Tang Ling for the throne, but he had a secret in his heart. It was a secret that a prophet had told him.
It was the secret that allowed him to successfully ascend to the throne.
He did not know whether the secret would work or not since everything about the prophecy was mysterious.
As long as it was possible, Liszt was willing to give it a try. Of course, he had to weigh the pros and cons first.
Liszt was weighing the pros and cons in this matter. With his meticulous mind, he quickly deduced all kinds of possibilities, pros, and cons, as well as the possible outcome.
"I lack a collaborator. Identity is sometimes a hindrance. "In the end, Liszt decided not to disrupt Tang Ling's rhythm.
He put the glass down and muttered to himself.
Hank was confused by his words, but he remained quiet and did not ask. Liszt turned to Hank and smiled. "Since Omir is an eyesore, isn't he?"
"Disgusting." Hank did not hide his disgust for Omir at all.
Lancaster and Liszt were not the only ones who had their own thoughts during the banquet, but in terms of status and intelligence, no other teenager could compete with them.
While everyone had their own thoughts, the wriggling tablecloth finally stopped.
An exquisite dress fell out from under the tablecloth.
Omir was furious. He looked at the dress and shouted, "Pick it up!"
The tablecloth stopped moving. The butler had fallen into deep despair. Since things had escalated to this point, the blame from his family was unavoidable.
In that case, he might as well do what he wanted to do.
At this thought, the butler walked up, picked up the dress, and passed it to Omir.
Omir squinted at the butler. "Who told you to pick it up?"
The butler bowed even lower and handed the dress to Omir without saying a word.
Tang Ling suddenly cleared his throat and muttered, "I'm full. I'm so bored. Why don't we go back?"
Omir turned around and glared at Tang Ling fiercely. How could he let him leave? Most importantly, Higan could not leave!
Everything had deviated from what he had imagined and what he wanted. How could he be willing? He wanted to take it back, to fight for it all. Since such a gentle and polite method didn't work, then he would forcefully seize it and force it.
Wasn't the lawless Omir always like this? This was how he did things in his family. The House of Poseidon was one of the three major families. In his mind, it was one of the top ten forces on the continent. So why not?
One had to admit that Tang Ling's choice of words when he said that he was leaving was perfect.
The agitated Omir did not even have the time to argue with the butler and Debar. He snatched the dress from the butler and walked towards Tang Ling and the others.
Throughout the whole process, Omir glared fiercely at Tang Ling.
Tang Ling seemed to be amused. With both hands in his pocket, he tilted his head and sized up Omir as if he was a funny clown.
Tang Ling's attitude was undoubtedly provocative in Omir's eyes.
"The show is about to begin." Lancaster pulled Saxon away from the center of the garden and retreated to the side.
When he stepped back, a group of young warriors followed him. Coincidentally, the spot where Lancaster stepped back blocked the entrance of the garden from the room.
"The flower over there looks beautiful." The warm smile on Liszt's face never faded. No one knew why he noticed a flower at that moment.
He walked towards the so-called flower with Hank behind him. The few important captains in Liszt's fleet seemed to notice something, so they followed Liszt as well.
Another group of people followed. Although they were a little confused about what was going to happen, it was never wrong to follow a big shot.
The spot where Liszt stepped back was also very coincidental. Intentionally or unintentionally, he blocked the entrance of the garden.
As for the butler, he helped Debar, who had not taken off the tablecloth, into the room. He comforted her loudly as they walked, "The young master is just in a bad mood. Don't mind him. The banquet will go on, and nothing will happen. "
Debar, who was under the tablecloth, was still as quiet as ever. However, out of sympathy, no one wanted to know what kind of expression she had on her face. Did she shed tears?
Be it Lancaster, Liszt, or even the butler, Omir did not notice the subtle expressions on his face. He was in a rage and was eager to take back everything he had.
In his eyes that were burning with rage, there was only Tang Ling's provocative expression and Higan beside him, who was so beautiful that he could not wait to have her. It would be even better if he could ravage her.
Maybe because his aura was too intimidating, the young warriors who were fighting for food around the table moved aside since there was not much food left on the table.
The man in the hat and Lu Xiaohua looked at Tang Ling worriedly. After a second of hesitation, they did not move away.
Tang Ling tilted his head. "Are you guys waiting for food? Maybe there will be more later. Don't stand here and block the chef's way. "
The man in the hat and Lu Xiaohua exchanged a glance before they moved away.
Omir chuckled coldly. This despicable beggar! This pig! Is he still thinking about food?
In the next second, he stood in front of Tang Ling.
Tang Ling looked up at Omir innocently. "Are you rich? You still have food, right? "
"F * ck off." Omir did not even look at Tang Ling as he pushed him away and went to Higan.
"Put it on." Omir's eyes were cold. He did not even bother to hide his gaze at Higan as if he was looking at his prey.
Higan did not even look at Omir. Instead, she looked at Tang Ling who was pushed away and said, "Aren't you going back?"
"I said, put it on. Now, immediately, right here! "Omir roared angrily.
He then passed the dress in his hand to Higan as if he wanted to stuff it into her hand.
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