Klein's gaze immediately shifted from Ms. Wilma Greattis to the carrot cake, cream muffins, and other desserts beside her, as well as the roasted chicken, stewed lamb, ribeye steak, and Desi's signature grilled fish not far away.
He swallowed very lightly, forcing himself to look away, preparing to invite Mrs. Mary to a second dance.
As the host, he couldn't miss the first three dances, so he had to temporarily forget his hunger and the delicious food over there.
At this moment, Wilma Greattis, walked to the place where cups of ice cream were placed, reached out her hand, and then withdrew it.
"Want some?" Her husband, Doctor. Allen, didn't go to dance the first dance; he stayed by his pregnant wife's side.
Wilma Greattis shook her head seriously and said:
"No, I don't want to eat it. I'm pregnant, and it's not good for me to eat ice cream."
"However, the little one in my belly seems to want a little bit, just a little bit."
Doctor. Allen nodded almost imperceptibly and said:
"Then try a little, and give me the rest."
Wilma instantly broke into an uncontrollable smile:
You spoil your child too much!
She didn't object, watching her husband pick up a scoop of ice cream from the ice cubes.
After taking a couple of bites, Wilma closed her eyes briefly, then abruptly looked away at the ladies who hadn't danced the first dance. She noticed they were whispering amongst themselves, their smiles ambiguous, and occasionally covering their mouths with their hands, giggling.
What were they talking about? Wilma was curious, greeted her husband Allen, and walked over.
However, the ladies quickly dispersed, seemingly waiting for the second dance.
Wilma felt a pang of disappointment and said to the only beautiful young lady who remained in place:
Do you know what they were just saying?
"I'm not interested in their conversation," Hibbert said, glancing at the pregnant woman beside her.
She didn't criticize the other person's question as somewhat rude, because pregnant women often have certain privileges.
Wilma then noticed that Hazel, with her long, dark green Hibbert, was holding a glass of champagne and looked like she didn't want to be invited to dance.
She possessed an innate arrogance, maintaining only basic politeness even when looking at the Baron... This was an admirable quality, but the problem was that she treated everyone this way, and was far too cold... Perhaps she was going through what Emperor Roselle called the "rebellious phase"? As a high school teacher, Wilma couldn't help but make a few mental comments, then tactfully distanced herself from Hibbert and sought out familiar young ladies and wives to chat with.
After the opening three dances, Klein finally had a brief respite to grab some food and a refreshing iced tea with ice cubes—a Desi specialty he had specially ordered from the kitchen.
Because of the effects of the " Death Knell " revolver, he drank a little too much. He only chatted with Bishop Electra for a few words before apologizing and leaving for the restroom.
Actually, he could have come up with at least three more dances, but he felt that " Snake of Fate " Will Auceptin's sudden appearance might be to have something to say to him, so he actively sought out a suitable, secluded place.
Although He is an unborn fetus and came passively, if He does not want to see me, there are at least a hundred ways to stop His mother from leaving... Anyway, let's give it a try... Klein muttered as he entered the bathroom and locked the door.
He was hesitating whether to deal with the bloating in his lower abdomen first or wait patiently for a minute or two when Spirit Intuition suddenly struck him, and he immediately looked at the bathroom mirror.
A black stroller had appeared in the mirror at some point. The interior was heavily shadowed, making it impossible to see any details, except that there was a child wrapped in silver silk.
The child said in a clear voice:
Your Fate has taken a slight turn.
"What happened?" Klein's nerves tightened immediately.
Will Auceptin, still in his infant form, chuckled and said:
You have to ask yourself that question!
All I can know is that you must have met an Angel.
Klein suddenly recalled what had happened on that primitive island and his own guesses. After thinking for a few seconds, he frowned and asked:
Can Angel see anything special about me?
"I have seen the Orange Light. It told me that only a few high-ranking Spirit World beings, as well as a few deities with unique authority and Beyonder representing Fate, can discover this to varying degrees, and they must have had close contact with it."
Will Auceptin, inside the stroller, sucked his thumb and said with a smile:
"There shouldn't be any danger, because you are not in any danger."
"Moreover, besides your unique qualities, some of your belongings and your companions may also possess something special that could pique that person's interest."
Some of my belongings, my companions... Klein's thoughts raced, and he realized that he might have indeed been Psychological Suggestion before, and since he hadn't really thought of it, he had overlooked something:
When exploring the untouched islands, he carried with him " The Groselle's Travels "!
This is a book created by the ancient god, the " Dragon of Imagination," Ankewelt!
If that primitive island Hermits of Fate, regardless of whether the Angel deep within the church carries High-Sequence materials from the Storm "Spectator pathway or the opposite, He should be interested in this travelogue. After all, the leader of this organization is most likely the " Angel of Imagination," Adam, the Son of God! Is it because of this travelogue that He allowed me to take the " Tyrant " card and prevented Mr. " The Hanged Man " and me from exploring further? Klein said with some suspicion:
How can this be resolved?
"No need to solve it. In the long run, this should be a good thing, but there will be considerable trouble along the way," Will Auceptin said in a clear voice. "Besides, you already have a lot on your plate, one more won't make a difference. I'm just reminding you to be careful so you don't get overwhelmed by trouble."
... That makes sense. Having more debt means you don't have to worry. It might even create an opportunity for the creditors to fight each other... After careful consideration, Klein silently agreed.
He then asked:
My friend, who desires a drop of Mythical Creature's blood, wishes to know: what exactly do you need?
"What do I need?" Will Auceptin scoffed again. "I need a lot, like a way to contain the ' Die of Probability,' and help me kill that guy Ouroboros. If you could really do that, you could take as many vials of blood as you want! But, can you do that?"
If it were possible, why risk killing Ouroboros? Wouldn't it be better to deal with this weakened " Snake of Fate " directly? Klein thought to himself as he shook his head without hesitation:
"Cannot."
"Then think of something else, I'm not in a hurry." Will Auceptin paused for a moment and said, "That very haughty girl at the ball tonight has something going on. If you have a chance to chat with her, you can steer the conversation toward dreams."
Hibbert? Dream? Klein nodded thoughtfully and said:
"Good."
Seeing that Will Auceptin seemed to be leaving, he quickly said:
"That origami crane is about to tear. How will I contact you in case of an emergency?"
Will Auceptin remained silent for a moment before saying:
"Do you expect me to fold origami cranes for you while you were in your mother's womb? Even if I could, you wouldn't be able to reach them!"
"If I want to find you, I can do so anytime in my dreams, as long as you still live here."
"If you have something urgent, just come and visit my father! Sending origami cranes will take too long anyway."
"Alright, as an unborn fetus, I need to catch up on my sleep. We can talk about everything later."
Klein could only nod and say:
"If you don't have anything else to say."
Will Auceptin's figure, which was about to disappear, suddenly stopped, and after two seconds he said:
There's one more thing.
"What is it?" Klein's tension tightened again.
Will Auceptin made an "uh" sound and said:
"Your chef's ice cream is too sweet..."
Huh? Klein didn't immediately understand what the other person was saying until the black stroller disappeared from the bathroom mirror. Only then did he realize what was happening, and his lips twitched involuntarily.
Having resolved the issue of his bloated lower abdomen, he washed his hands and went outside. He found his personal valet, Richardson, and gave him instructions:
"Go to the kitchen and ask them to reduce the sweetness of the remaining ice cream."
Richardson didn't ask why, and immediately copied it, until he was almost in the kitchen when a problem occurred to him:
Mr. Dawn Dantès doesn't seem to have ever touched ice cream before, so how does he know it's on the sweeter side?
Richardson quickly came to the answer to this question: he believed that a guest had tasted the ice cream and then informed his employer of the problem.
Although it's a bit impolite, it's not uncommon, especially among close friends who will proactively and kindly remind the host to avoid damaging the host's reputation.
At this moment, since the previous dance was still ongoing, Klein wasn't in a hurry to think about a dance partner. He walked to the long table at the edge, intending to make the most of the time to eat some more food.
He had just picked out a piece of boneless grilled fish from the Desi fish when he suddenly saw Wilma Greattis approaching with a glass of sweet iced tea.
The lady nodded to the host of the ball and smiled, saying:
"This drink is very good; I've never had it before."
"Sweet iced tea from the South," Klein explained with a smile, glancing casually at the other person's stomach. "He seems quite well-behaved, uh, or perhaps it's her."
Wilma smiled and said:
"That's how it is most of the time, except it occasionally gets noisy in the middle of the night."
In the middle of the night... occasionally... it's not the time to reply to my questions, is it...? Klein suddenly felt a little embarrassed, pretending not to have thought of it, and turned his attention back to his plate. Wilma took a sip of her sweet iced tea and returned to where they had been chatting.
As the new dance was about to begin, Klein handed the plate and cup to the waiter beside him, glanced at where Hibbert was, and slowly walked over, smiling and bowing:
"Miss, may I have the honor of inviting you to dance?"
Hibbert paused for a few seconds, placed the glass of champagne in her hand onto the tray held by the waiter, and politely replied:
"It's my honor."