Klein's gaze shifted away from Ms. Wilma Gladys and looked at the carrot cake, cream muffins and other desserts beside them, as well as the roasted chicken, stewed lamb, grilled rib-eye steak, Dixie's specialty grilled fish and other foods not far from them.

He swallowed slowly, forced himself to look away, and prepared to invite Lady Mary for a second dance.

As the host, he could not miss the first three dances, so he could only temporarily forget about his hunger and the delicious food over there.

At this time, Wilma Gladys, whose belly was already very obvious, walked to where the cups of ice cream were placed, stretched out her hand, and then retracted it.

"Want to eat?" Her husband, Dr. Allen, did not go to the first dance and still stayed beside his pregnant wife.

Wilma Gladys shook her head seriously and said:

“No, I don’t want to eat it, I’m a pregnant woman and it’s not good to eat ice cream.

"However, the little guy in my stomach seems to want to taste a little, just a little."

Doctor Allen nodded imperceptibly and said:

"Then try some and give me the rest."

Wilma instantly revealed an irrepressible smile:

"You really dote on the child!"

She didn't object and watched her husband pick up a cup of spherical ice cream from the ice cubes.

After enjoying two bites, Wilma closed her eyes and suddenly looked away, looking at the ladies who did not go to the first dance. She found that they were whispering to each other with smiles on their faces and ambiguous expressions. Sometimes they covered their mouths with their palms and laughed.

What interesting things were they talking about? Wilma suddenly became curious, greeted her husband Allen, and walked over there.

However, the ladies soon dispersed, as if waiting for the second dance.

Wilma was disappointed and said to the only beautiful lady who stayed there:

"Do you know what they were talking about?"

"I'm not interested in their topic." Hazel glanced at the pregnant woman next to her.

She didn't accuse the other party of being a little rude in asking the question, because pregnant women always have some privileges.

Velma then noticed that Hazel, with her dark green hair, was holding a glass of champagne and 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 courtesy... This was a likable character, but the problem was that she was like this to everyone, and too cold... Perhaps she was in the "rebellious period" mentioned by Emperor Roselle? As a middle school teacher, Wilma couldn't help but make a few comments in her heart, and then she distanced herself from Hazel and looked for familiar ladies and ladies to chat with.

After finishing the three opening dances, Klein finally had a brief break to eat some food and drink a glass of thirst-quenching sweet iced tea with ice cubes, which was a Dixie specialty that he had specially asked the kitchen to prepare.

Because of the influence of the "Death Knell" revolver, he drank a little too much. He only chatted with Bishop Elektra for a few words, then apologized and left, heading for the bathroom.

In fact, he could still hold back at least three more dances, but he felt that the "Snake of Fate" Will Auceptin's sudden visit might be to communicate something with him, so he took the initiative to look for a suitable deserted environment.

Although He is an unborn fetus and came here passively, if He doesn't want to see me, there are at least a hundred ways to stop His mother from going out... Anyway, let's give it a try... Klein muttered as he entered the bathroom and locked the door.

He was hesitating whether to solve the problem of his bloated lower abdomen first, or wait patiently for a minute or two, when inspiration suddenly struck him and he immediately looked at the wash mirror.

At some point, a black baby carriage had appeared in the mirror. The shadows in the carriage were so deep that it was difficult to see the specific details. All one could see was that there was a child wrapped in silver silk.

The child said in a clear voice:

"Your destiny has shifted a little."

“What happened?” Klein’s mind tensed up.

Will Auceptin, who was in the infant state, sneered and said:

“You have to ask yourself this!

"All I know is that you must have met an angel."

Klein suddenly remembered what happened on the primitive island and his own guesses. He thought for a few seconds, frowned, and asked:

“Can angels see something special about me?

"I have seen the orange light. He told me that only a few high-ranking spiritual beings, as well as certain gods with unique authority and extraordinary people who represent destiny can discover this to varying degrees. And they must have had close contact with it."

Will Auceptin in the stroller sucked his thumb and said with a smile:

“Probably not, because you are not dangerous.

"Besides, you are special. Maybe some of the items on you and your companions are also special and can attract the interest of that person."

Some of the items on me, my companions... Klein thought for a moment and realized that he might have been hinted at before. In addition, he really didn't expect it, so he missed one thing:

When he explored the pristine island, he carried Groselle's Travels with him!

This is a book created by the ancient god, "Dragon of Imagination" Angerwede!

If that primitive island is really related to the Twilight Hermits, whether it is the angels from the Audience Pathway deep in the church carrying high-sequence materials from the Storm Pathway, or vice versa, He should be interested in this travelogue. After all, the leader of this organization is most likely the Angel of Illusion, the Son of God Adam! Is it because of this travelogue that they let me take the Tyrant card and prevented Mr. Hanged Man and I from exploring further? Klein said speculatively:

“How can this be solved?”

"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 already have a lot of things on your shoulders, and one more thing won't matter. I'm reminding you just to pay more attention so that you won't be knocked down by trouble."

...That makes sense. Having too much debt is not a big deal. Maybe it can create an opportunity for the creditors to fight each other... After thinking carefully, Klein agreed in his heart.

He then asked:

"My friend who wants a drop of mythical creature's blood wants to know, what exactly do you need?"

"What do you need?" Will Auceptin sneered again. "I need a lot, such as a way to accommodate the 'Dice of Probability', and to help me kill that guy Ouroboros. If you can really do it, you can draw as many tubes of blood as you want! But, can you do it?"

If it is possible, why take the risk of killing Ouroboros? Wouldn't it be better to deal with you, the weak "Snake of Fate" directly? Klein complained in his heart and shook his head without a doubt:

"cannot."

"Then think about something else. I'm not in a hurry." Will Auceptin paused and said, "There's something wrong with that very arrogant girl at the dance tonight. If you have a chance to chat with her, you can steer the topic towards dreams."

Hazel? Dream? Klein nodded thoughtfully and said:

"good."

Seeing that Will Auceptin seemed to be about to leave, he quickly said:

"That paper crane is about to break. How can I contact you in an emergency?"

Will Auceptin was silent for a while and said:

"Do you expect me to fold a thousand paper cranes for you while you're in mom's belly? Even if I could, you can't get 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! Wouldn't it take a long time to use a paper crane?

"Well, as an unborn fetus, I should catch up on my sleep. We can talk about anything later."

Klein had no choice but to nod and say:

"If you have nothing else to do."

Will Auceptin's figure, which was about to disappear, suddenly paused. After two seconds, he said:

"One more thing."

“What’s going on?” Klein’s mind tensed up again.

Will Auceptin said with a groan:

"The ice cream your chef made is too sweet..."

Huh? Klein didn't react to what the other person was saying for a moment. It wasn't until the black baby carriage disappeared into the wash mirror that he realized something and couldn't help but twitch his lips.

After solving the problem of lower abdominal distension, he washed his hands and went out, found his personal butler Richardson, and ordered:

"Go to the kitchen and ask them to reduce the sweetness of the subsequent ice cream."

Richardson didn't ask why, and immediately copied it. It was not until he was about to enter the kitchen that he thought of a question:

Mr. Dwayne Dantes seems to have never tasted ice cream before, so how does he know that it is sweet?

Richardson quickly had an answer to this question. He thought that one of the guests tasted the ice cream and told his employer about the problem.

Although this is a bit impolite, it is not uncommon, especially among familiar friends who will take the initiative to give kind reminders to avoid damaging the reputation of the host of the dance.

At this time, because the previous dance was still going on, Klein didn't rush to think about his dance partner. He walked to the long table at the edge, ready to take the time to eat some more delicious food.

He had just picked out a piece of boneless grilled Deese fish when he suddenly saw Wilma Gladys approaching with a glass of sweet iced tea.

The lady nodded to the host of the ball and said with a smile:

"This drink is great, I've never had it before."

"Sweet iced tea from the South." Klein explained with a smile, and casually glanced at the other person's belly and said, "He seems very well-behaved. Uh, maybe it's her."

Wilma smiled and said:

"It's like this most of the time, except for the occasional noise in the middle of the night."

In the middle of the night... occasionally... this isn't the time to answer my questions... Klein suddenly felt a little embarrassed. He pretended not to have thought about it and turned his attention back to the plate. Velma took a sip of sweet iced tea and returned to where they had been chatting before.

When the new dance was about to begin, Klein handed the plate and cup to the waiter next to him, glanced at where Hazel was, walked over slowly, smiled and saluted:

"Miss, may I have the honor of inviting you to dance?"

Hazel was silent for a few seconds, put the glass of champagne in her hand on the tray in the waiter's hand, and responded politely:

“It’s my honor too.”