Chapter 86: Reminder

Chapter 86: Reminder

Klein immediately moved his gaze away from Madam Wilma Gladys and looked instead toward the nearby carrot cake, cream muffins, and other desserts, as well as the roast chicken, stewed lamb, seared ribeye steak, Desi-style grilled fish, and other foods placed not far from them.

He swallowed almost imperceptibly, forced himself to withdraw his gaze, and prepared to invite Madam Mary for the second dance.

As the host, he could not be absent from the first three dances. Therefore, he could only temporarily make himself forget his hunger and forget the delicious food over there.

At that moment, Wilma Gladys, whose belly was already very obvious, walked to the place where the cups of ice cream had been set out. She stretched out a hand, then drew it back.

“Do you want some?” Her husband, Dr. Alan, had not gone to dance the opening dance and was still following beside his pregnant wife.

Wilma Gladys shook her head solemnly.

“No. I do not want to eat it. I am pregnant, and ice cream is not good for me.

“However, the little one in my belly seems to want a taste. Just a little.”

Dr. Alan gave an almost imperceptible nod.

“Then have a taste. Leave the rest to me.”

Wilma instantly revealed an irrepressible smile.

“You really spoil the child too much!”

She did not object. She watched as her husband picked up a cup of spherical ice cream from the surrounding ice.

After enjoying two spoonfuls, Wilma closed her eyes briefly and forcefully moved her gaze away. She looked toward a few madams who had not gone to dance the first dance and discovered that they were quietly chatting about something, smiling with ambiguous expressions. From time to time, they covered their mouths with their hands and giggled.

What interesting thing are they talking about?

Curiosity immediately rose in Wilma. After saying something to her husband Alan, she walked toward them.

Yet those madams soon dispersed, seemingly waiting for the second dance.

Wilma felt disappointed. She turned to the only beautiful young lady who remained in place and asked, “Do you know what they were talking about just now?”

“I am not interested in their topics,” Hazel said, glancing at the pregnant woman beside her.

She did not accuse the other party’s question of being somewhat impolite, because pregnant madams always had certain privileges.

Only then did Wilma notice that Hazel, with her dark-green hair, was holding a glass of champagne and looked as though she did not wish to be invited to dance.

She has a kind of pride that comes from deep inside. Even when she looked toward that baroness, she only maintained the most basic politeness… That is a likable quality. The problem is that she treats everyone this way, and she is too cold… Perhaps she is currently in what Emperor Roselle called the “rebellious phase”?

As a secondary school teacher, Wilma could not help evaluating her inwardly. Then she tactfully widened the distance between herself and Hazel, searching for familiar ladies and madams with whom to chat.

After finishing the opening three dances, Klein finally obtained a brief gap in which he could eat a little food and drink a glass of sweet iced tea with ice in it to quench his thirst. This was a Desi specialty he had deliberately instructed the kitchen to prepare.

Due to the influence of the Death Knell revolver, he drank slightly more than usual. After exchanging only a few casual words with Bishop Elektra, he apologized and left for the washroom.

In truth, he could still hold on for at least three dances. But he felt that since the Snake of Fate, Will Auceptin, had suddenly arrived, perhaps He wanted to communicate something with him. Therefore, he took the initiative to look for a suitable empty environment.

Although He is an unborn fetus and was brought here passively, if He did not wish to see me, there must be at least a hundred ways for Him to stop His mother from going out… In short, I will try first…

While muttering inwardly, Klein entered the washroom and locked the door.

He was hesitating over whether to first relieve the swelling in his lower abdomen or patiently wait a minute or two when his spiritual intuition was suddenly triggered. He immediately looked toward the wash mirror.

At some unknown point, the mirror reflected a black baby carriage. The interior of the carriage was filled with deep shadows, making it impossible to see specific details. One could only tell that there was a child wrapped in silver silk inside.

That child spoke in a clear voice.

“Your fate has deviated a little.”

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

The infant-state Will Auceptin laughed derisively.

“You should ask yourself that!

“All I can tell is that you seem to have encountered an angel.”

Klein abruptly recalled what had happened on that primitive island and the guesses he had made. After thinking for a few seconds, he frowned and asked, “Can an angel see the special nature on me?

“I have met Orange Light. It told me that only a few high-ranking spirit world creatures, a handful of deities with unique authorities, and Beyonders representing fate can detect it to different extents, and even then, they must have had close contact.”

Inside the baby carriage, Will Auceptin sucked His thumb and said with a smile, “Probably not, because you are not in danger.

“Besides, aside from you being special, some items on you, and perhaps your companion as well, may also be special and could have drawn that one’s interest.”

Some items on me, and my companion…

Klein’s thoughts turned, and he realized that perhaps he had truly been hinted at earlier, and because he had genuinely not considered it, he had overlooked one thing:

While exploring the primitive island, he had been carrying Groselle’s Travels!

This was a book created by the ancient god, the Dragon of Imagination, Ankewelt!

If that primitive island truly was connected to the Twilight Hermit Order, then regardless of whether the depths of the church had contained an angel of the Spectator pathway carrying high-Sequence materials of the Storm pathway, or precisely the opposite, He ought to have been interested in this travel journal. After all, the leader of that organization was very likely the Angel of Imagination, the Son of God, Adam!

Was it precisely because I had this travel journal that He allowed me to take the Tyrant card, and stopped Mr. Hanged Man and me from exploring any deeper?

With a guess in mind, Klein asked, “How should this be resolved?”

“There is no need to resolve it. In the long term, this should be a good thing, but there will be no small amount of trouble along the way,” Will Auceptin said in a clear voice. “And you already carry quite a number of matters. One more makes no real difference. I am reminding you only so you will pay more attention and avoid being knocked down by trouble.”

…That makes sense. When there are too many debts, one stops worrying. Perhaps they can even create opportunities for the creditors to fight each other…

After careful thought, Klein agreed inwardly.

He then asked, “The friend of mine who wants a drop of mythical creature blood hopes to know what exactly You need.”

“What I need?” Will Auceptin laughed derisively again. “I need many things. For example, a way to contain the Die of Probability. For example, someone to help me get rid of that fellow Ouroboros. If you can truly do that, you may draw as many vials of blood from me as you want! But can you do it?”

If one could do that, why risk killing Ouroboros? Would it not be better to directly deal with you, this weakened Snake of Fate?

While lampooning inwardly, Klein shook his head without hesitation.

“No.”

“Then think of something else. I am not in a hurry.” Will Auceptin paused. “That very proud young lady at tonight’s ball has a bit of a problem. If you have the chance to chat with her, you can guide the topic toward dreams.”

Hazel? Dreams?

Klein thoughtfully nodded.

“Alright.”

Seeing that Will Auceptin seemed about to leave, he hurriedly said, “That paper crane is nearly torn. If I encounter an emergency in the future, how should I contact You?”

Will Auceptin was silent for a while before saying, “Do you expect me to fold a paper crane while inside Mother’s belly? Even if I could fold it, you would not be able to get it!

“If I want to find you, as long as you still live here, I can do so in your dreams at any time.

“If you have an emergency, just visit my father directly! Even with the paper crane, you still have to wait quite a while, do you not?

“Alright. As an unborn fetus, I should get some more sleep. We can discuss other matters in the future.”

Klein could only nod.

“If You have nothing else.”

Will Auceptin’s fading figure suddenly paused. After two seconds, He said, “There is one more thing.”

“What is it?” Klein’s mind tensed again.

Will Auceptin gave an “Uh” and said, “The ice cream your chef made is too sweet…”

Huh?

For a moment, Klein actually failed to react to what the other party was saying. Only after the black baby carriage vanished from the wash mirror did understanding dawn on him, and the corner of his mouth could not help twitching.

After resolving the swelling in his lower abdomen, he washed his hands, left the washroom, found his personal valet Richardson, and instructed him, “Go to the kitchen and have them reduce the sweetness of the later batches of ice cream.”

Richardson did not ask why and immediately carried it out. Only when he was nearly at the kitchen did he think of one question:

Mr. Dawn Dantes does not seem to have touched the ice cream yet. How does he know it is too sweet?

Richardson quickly found an answer to that question. He believed that some guest had tasted the ice cream and informed his employer of the problem.

Although this was somewhat impolite, it was not too rare, especially among familiar friends who would take the initiative to offer well-meaning reminders so that the host’s reputation would not decline.

At this time, because the previous dance was still ongoing, Klein was in no hurry to consider his next dance partner. He walked to the long table at the edge, preparing to seize the time and eat more delicacies.

He had just picked out a piece of Desi-style grilled fish with almost no bones when he suddenly saw Wilma Gladys approach and take a glass of sweet iced tea.

The lady nodded toward the host of the ball and smiled.

“This drink is excellent. I have never had it before.”

“Sweet iced tea from the south,” Klein explained with a smile. He casually glanced at her belly. “He seems very well-behaved—uh, perhaps she.”

Wilma smiled.

“Most of the time, yes. It is just that he sometimes causes trouble in the middle of the night.”

The middle of the night… sometimes… Could that be when He replies to my questions?

Klein suddenly felt slightly ashamed. Pretending not to think of the matter, he returned his attention to his plate. Wilma, meanwhile, drank a mouthful of sweet iced tea and headed back toward the place where she had been chatting earlier.

When a new dance was about to begin, Klein handed the plate and cup to a nearby waiter. He glanced at Hazel’s position and slowly walked over. With a smile, he bowed.

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

Hazel was silent for several seconds, then placed the champagne flute in her hand onto the tray held by a waiter and politely replied, “The honor is mine as well.”