Klein immediately averted his gaze from Ms. Wilma Gladys, looking instead at the carrot cake, cream scones, and other desserts nearby, as well as the roast chicken, braised lamb, ribeye steak, and Disi-style grilled fish not far from them.
He swallowed hard, forcing himself to look away, ready to invite Mrs. Mary for the second dance.
As the host, he couldn't skip the first three dances. Therefore, he had to temporarily forget his hunger and the delicious food over there.
At this moment, Wilma Gladys, whose pregnancy was quite obvious, walked over to where the cup ice cream was displayed. She reached out her hand, then pulled it back.
"Want some?" Her husband, Doctor Allen, hadn't danced the first dance. He remained by his pregnant wife's side.
Wilma Gladys shook her head seriously. "No, I don't want to. I'm pregnant. Ice cream isn't good for me. "But the little one inside seems to want to try a little. Just a little."
Doctor Allen gave an almost imperceptible nod. "Then have a little. Give the rest to me."
Wilma's face immediately lit up with a smile she couldn't contain. "You're spoiling the child too much!"
She didn't object and watched her husband take a cup of scooped ice cream from the ice.
After two mouthfuls, Wilma closed her eyes, then suddenly looked away towards the several ladies who hadn't danced the first dance. She noticed they were talking quietly, smiling with ambiguous expressions, occasionally covering their mouths and giggling.
What interesting thing were they talking about? Curiosity piqued, Wilma excused herself to her husband Allen and walked over.
But the ladies quickly dispersed, seemingly waiting for the second dance.
Disappointed, Wilma turned to the only beautiful young lady who remained where she was. "Do you know what they were just talking about?"
"I'm not interested in their topics," Hazel said, glancing at the pregnant woman beside her.
She didn't criticize the somewhat rude question. Pregnant ladies always had some privileges.
Wilma noticed then that Hazel, with her dark green hair, was holding a glass of champagne and looked as if she didn't want to be invited to dance.
She had an innate pride. Even when looking at the baroness, she only maintained basic courtesy... This was an admirable quality, but the problem was that she treated everyone the same way and was too cold... Maybe she was going through the "rebellious phase" proposed by Emperor Roselle? As a schoolteacher, Wilma couldn't help but evaluate her silently, then tactfully moved away from Hazel to find familiar young ladies and matrons to chat with.
After the opening three dances, Klein finally had a brief break to grab some food and drink a glass of sweet iced tea to quench his thirst — a Disi specialty he had specifically asked the kitchen to prepare.
Due to the influence of the "
Actually, he could have held it for at least three more dances. But he felt that the sudden arrival of "Serpent of Fate"
"Although He's an unborn fetus and came here passively, if He hadn't wanted to see me, He would have at least a hundred ways to stop His mother from going out... In any case, let's give it a try..." Klein muttered as he entered the restroom and locked the door.
He was hesitating whether to relieve his bladder first or wait patiently for a minute or two when his spirituality was suddenly triggered. He immediately looked at the washroom mirror.
Somehow, a black baby carriage had appeared in the mirror. The shadows inside were deep, making it hard to see the details clearly. He could only tell there was a child wrapped in silver silk.
The child spoke in a clear voice: "A small deviation has occurred in your fate."
"What happened?" Klein's mind tensed instantly.
Will Auceptin in his infant form let out a snort. "You should be asking yourself that! "I can only tell that you must have encountered an Angel."
Klein suddenly remembered the events on that primitive island and the guesses he had made. He thought for a few seconds, then frowned and asked: "Can an Angel see the specialness in me? "I've met the Orange Light. He told me that only a few high-ranking Spirit World creatures, as well as certain gods with unique Authorities and Beyonders representing Fate, can detect this to varying degrees, and they must have been in close contact with me."
Will Auceptin in the carriage sucked his thumb and chuckled. "Probably not, because you're not dangerous. "Besides, aside from you being special, some of the items on you and your companions might also be special, enough to arouse that one's interest."
The items on me, my companions... Klein's mind raced. He realized he might have been subtly hinted at before, and combined with the fact that he hadn't thought of it, he had missed one thing:
When he was exploring the primitive island, he had been carrying "The Travels of Grosville" with him!
This was a book created by the Ancient God, the "Dragon of Imagination," Ankelwelt!
If that primitive island was really related to the