Klein's gaze immediately moved away from Wilma Gladys and looked at the carrot cake, cream muffins, and other desserts, as well as the roasted chicken, lamb stew, pan-fried ribeye, Desi specialty grilled fish, and other food not far from them.
He gulped a mouthful of saliva and forced himself to retract his gaze. He planned on inviting Ma 'am Mary for the second dance.
As the host, he couldn't miss the first three dances. Therefore, he could only temporarily forget his hunger and the delicacies.
And at this moment, Wilma Gladys, whose belly was very obvious, walked to the ice cream cups. She extended her hand and retracted it.
"Do you want some?" Her husband, Dr. Allen, didn't dance the first dance as he continued standing beside his pregnant wife.
Wilma Gladys shook her head solemnly.
"No, I don't. I'm pregnant. It's not good for me to eat ice cream.
"However, the little guy in my belly seems to want to try a little. Just a little."
Dr. Allen nodded indiscernibly.
"Then try a little. Leave the rest to me."
Wilma instantly revealed an uncontrollable smile.
"You really dote on the child too much!"
She didn't object as she watched her husband pick up a cup of ice cream from the ice cubes.
After enjoying two mouthfuls, Wilma closed her eyes and suddenly shifted her gaze away. She looked at the few ladies who didn't dance the first dance and realized that they were whispering to each other. They had smiles on their faces and wore ambiguous expressions. From time to time, they would cover their mouths with their palms as they snickered.
What interesting things are they talking about? Wilma's curiosity was piqued. After greeting her husband, Allen, she walked over.
However, the few ladies quickly dispersed, as though they were waiting for the second dance.
Wilma felt disappointed as she said to the only beautiful lady who remained in her spot, "Do you know what they were talking about?"
"I'm not interested in their topic of conversation."
Hazel glanced at the pregnant lady beside her and said, "I'm not interested in their topic."
She didn't accuse her of being rude because pregnant ladies always had some privileges.
It was only then that Wilma noticed that Hazel, who had long, dark green hair, was holding a glass of champagne. She looked like she didn't want to be invited to dance.
She had a kind of pride that came from the bottom of her heart. Even when she looked at the baroness, she only maintained the most basic politeness … This was a likeable character, but the problem was that she was like this to everyone, and she was too cold … Perhaps she was in the "rebellious phase" that Rosell The Great mentioned? As a middle school teacher, Wilma couldn't help but comment inwardly. Then, she tactfully distanced herself from Hazel and looked for familiar ladies to chat with.
After the opening three dances, Klein finally had a short break to stuff himself with food and drink a cup of thirst-quenching sweet iced tea — this was a Desi specialty that he had specially asked the kitchen to prepare.
Due to the effects of Death Knell, he had a little too much to drink. After exchanging a few words with Bishop Elektra, he excused himself and headed for the washroom.
In fact, he could still hold back for at least three dances, but he felt that Snake of Fate Will Auceptin's sudden visit might be to communicate with him. Therefore, he took the initiative to search for a suitable uninhabited environment.
Although "He" is an unborn fetus and is forced to come here, if "He" doesn't want to see me, there are at least a hundred ways to stop "His" mother from going out … In short, let's give it a try first … Klein muttered as he entered the bathroom and locked the door.
He was hesitating whether to solve the problem of his lower abdomen first or to wait patiently for a minute or two when his spiritual perception was triggered. He immediately looked at the mirror.
At some point, a black pram was reflected in the mirror. The shadow inside the pram was so deep that it was difficult to see the specific details. The only thing that could be seen was a child wrapped in silver silk.
The child said in a clear voice,
"Your destiny has shifted a little."
"What happened?" Klein tensed up.
Will Auceptin, who was in his infant form, sneered.
"You have to ask yourself!
"All I know is that you likely encountered an angel."
Klein suddenly recalled what had happened on the primitive island and his guesses. After thinking for a few seconds, he frowned and asked, "What's the matter?
"Can an angel tell what's special about me?
"I've met Orange Light. 'He' told me that only a few high-level spirit world creatures, as well as a few deities with unique authority and Beyonders who represent fate can discover this to varying degrees. Furthermore, they have to come into close contact with it."
Inside the pram, Will Auceptin sucked at his thumb and smiled.
"Probably not, because you aren't dangerous.
"Besides, apart from you being special, some of the items on you and your companions might also be special. They might be able to garner that person's interest."
Some of the items on me, my companions … Klein's thoughts raced as he realized that he might have been hinted at previously. Furthermore, he really hadn't expected it, so he had missed out on something.
When exploring the primitive island, he had brought Rosell's Travels with him!
This was a book created by the Ancient God, Dragon of Imagination Ankewelt!
If the primitive island was really related to the Twilight Hermit Order, regardless of whether it was an angel of the Spectator pathway that brought High-Sequence ingredients of the Storm pathway deep inside the cathedral, or if it was the other way around, "He" would be interested in this book. After all, the leader of this organization was likely the Angel of Imagination, the son of God, Adam! It's because of this travelogue that he allowed me to take away the Tyrant card and stopped me and Mr. The Hanging Man from exploring further? Klein said with a guess, "That's right.
"How should we solve this?"
"There's no need to solve it. In the long run, this should be a good thing, but there will be a lot of trouble in the middle." Will Auceptin said in a clear voice, "Besides, you're already burdened with many things, so it doesn't matter if you have one more. I'm reminding you so that you can pay more attention to prevent trouble from knocking you down."
… Makes sense. There's no need to worry when you're in too much debt. You might even be able to create an opportunity for your creditors to fight each other … After thinking about it carefully, Klein agreed in his heart.
He asked,
"My friend who wishes to obtain a drop of Mythical Creature blood wishes to know what you need."
"What do I need?" Will Auceptin scoffed again. "I need a lot, such as a way to accommodate the Die of Probability, or to help me kill that fellow, Ouroboros. If it's really possible, you can draw as many vials of blood as you want! But, can it be done? "
If it's possible, why take the risk to kill Ouroboros? Wouldn't it be better to directly deal with a weak Snake of Fate like you? As Klein lampooned, he shook his head without a doubt.
"No."
"Then think of something else. I'm in no hurry." Will Auceptin paused and said, "There's something wrong with that very arrogant girl at the ball tonight. If you have the chance to chat with her, you can direct the topic to the dream."
Hazel? Dream? Klein nodded in thought.
"Alright."
Seeing that Will Auceptin seemed to have the intention to leave, he hurriedly said, "That paper crane is about to break.
"That paper crane is about to break. If there's an emergency in the future, how can I contact you?"
Will Auceptin fell silent for a moment.
"Do you expect me to fold a paper crane for you in Mommy's tummy? Even if I can fold it, you won't be able to get it!
"If I want to find you, as long as you're still living here, I can do so anytime in my dreams.
"If you have any urgent matters, visit my father directly! Wouldn't it take a long time to use a paper crane?
"Alright, as an unborn fetus, it's time for me to catch up on sleep. We'll talk about it later."
Klein had no choice but to nod.
"If there's nothing else."
Will Auceptin's dissipating figure suddenly paused. After two seconds, he said, "There's something else."
"What is it?" Klein tensed up again.
"What is it?" Klein tensed up again.
Will Auceptin tersely said, "Uh.
The ice cream made by your chef is too sweet … "
Ah? Klein was momentarily unable to react to what he was saying. It wasn't until the black pram disappeared into the mirror that he came to a realization. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.
After dealing with the problem of his bloated lower abdomen, he washed his hands and went out.
He found his valet, Richardson, and instructed, "Go to the kitchen and get them to reduce the sweetness of the subsequent ice cream."
Richardson didn't ask why and immediately did as he was told. Only when he was about to enter the kitchen did he think of a question.
Mr. Dawn Dantès didn't seem to have touched the ice cream before. How did he know that it was on the sweet side?
Richardson quickly had an answer to this question. He believed that one of the guests had informed his employer of the problem after tasting the ice cream.
Although it was a little rude, it wasn't something rare, especially for close friends. They would take the initiative to remind the host in good faith, so as to prevent the host's reputation from dropping.
At this moment, as the previous dance was still ongoing, Klein wasn't in a hurry to consider a dance partner. He walked to the long table at the edge, planning to seize the time to eat some delicacies.
Just as he picked a piece of Desi grilled fish without any bones, he suddenly saw Wilma Gladys come over with a cup of sweet iced tea.
This lady nodded at the host and said with a smile, "This is a good drink.
"This drink is very good. I've never tried it before."
"Sweet iced tea from the south." Klein explained with a smile. He casually glanced at her belly and said, "He seems very obedient. Uh, perhaps it's her."
Wilma smiled and said, "Most of the time.
It's just that there's an occasional ruckus in the middle of the night. "
In the middle of the night … Occasionally … Don't tell me it's when she's replying to my question … Klein suddenly felt a little ashamed. He pretended not to have thought of it and focused his attention back on his plate. Wilma drank a mouthful of sweet iced tea and returned to their previous conversation.
When a new dance was about to begin, Klein handed the tray and cup to the waiter beside him. He glanced at Hazel and slowly walked over, smiling as he bowed.
He smiled and bowed, "Miss, may I have the honor of inviting you for a dance?"
Hazel fell silent for a few seconds. She placed the champagne glass on the waiter's tray and politely replied, "Yes, sir.
She politely replied, "It's my honor as well."
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