Lord of the Mysteries

Klein’s gaze moved away from Wilma Gladys and looked to the pastries like carrot cake and cream puffs to the side, as well as the roasted poussin, stewed lamb, seared rib-eye, Desi roasted fish, and the other food nearby.

He gulped his saliva slightly and forced himself to retract his gaze as he prepared to invite Ma’am Mary for the second dance.

As the host, he couldn’t skip any of the first three dances; therefore, all he could do was temporarily forget his hunger and the delicacies.

And at this moment, Wilma Gladys, whose pregnant state showed, walked to the spot where there was ice-cream. She reached out her hand before retracting it.

“You want some?” Dr. Aaron hadn’t joined the first dance as he stayed by his pregnant wife’s side.

Wilma Gladys sternly shook her head.

“No, I don’t. I’m pregnant. It’s not good to have ice-cream.

“However, the little fella in my tummy seems to want a little, just a little.”

Dr. Aaron nodded indiscernibly and said, “Then have some. Leave the rest to me.”

Wilma immediately revealed an irresistible smile.

“You spoil him too much!”

She didn’t object to it as she watched her husband pick up a scoop of ice-cream that had been circled with ice.

After taking two bites, Wilma closed her eyes and suddenly shifted her gaze. She looked at a few ladies who hadn’t participated in the first dance. They were chatting about something in hushed tones. They had smiles across their suggestive faces, often covering their mouths and laughing covertly.

What interesting matters are they talking about? Wilma’s curiosity was instantly piqued, and after informing her husband, Aaron, she walked over.

However, the few ladies quickly dispersed as though they were awaiting the second dance.

Wilma was disappointed as she asked the young beautiful lady who remained standing there, “Do you know what they were discussing about?”

“I’m not interested in their topics,” Hazel said as she glanced at the pregnant lady beside her.

She didn’t fault her for being a little impolite because pregnant ladies often had some privileges.

Only then did Wilma notice that Hazel, with her long black-green hair, was holding a cup of champagne. She looked like she had no wish to be invited to a dance.

sense of pride that stems from the bottom of her heart. Even when looking at baronet madams, she will only maintain the most basic courtesy… This is a delightful character, but the problem is that she’s like that to everyone. She’s overly cold and aloof… Perhaps, she’s in the rebellious stage that Emperor Roselle had mentioned before? As a middle-school teacher, Wilma couldn’t help but make comment inwardly. Then, knowing better, she opened up a distance from Hazel and began looking for

Klein finally had a brief reprieve to stuff himself with more food and drink some

a short conversation with Bishop Elektra, he had to apologize and take his leave

dances. However, he felt that Snake of Fate Will Auceptin might have wanted to communicate with him, judging from his sudden appearance; therefore,

unborn fetus and came here passively, if “He” doesn’t wish to meet me, “He” has a hundred ways to stop “His” mother from heading out… In short, it’s worth giving it a try… Klein mumbled as he entered the washroom and locked

to deal with his burgeoning bladder or patiently wait another two

that was covered in shadows that prevented him from

clear voice and said, “Your fate

happened?” Klein tensed

in his infant form scoffed and said, “You

know is that you likely

a guess. After contemplating for a few seconds, he asked

only a few high-level creatures of the spirit world, as well as deities with certain unique authorities

Auceptin sucked at his thumb

not, because you aren’t

unique, some items on you or your companion might have

in the past, and along with the fact that he hadn’t thought of it, he

exploring the primitive island, he

by an ancient god, the Dragon

the cathedral with a High-Sequence ingredient of the Storm pathway, or the opposite, “He” will likely be interested in the notebook. After all, the leader of the organization is the Angel of Imagination, the son of God, Adam! And it’s because of this notebook that I was allowed to take away the Tyrant card while also preventing me and Mr. Hanged Man from continuing the exploration? Klein had a hunch as he asked,

Auceptin replied with a clear voice. “Furthermore, you are already burdened with so many matters.

there are too many debts. Perhaps it might create opportunities and let

instead, “My friend who wishes to obtain a drop of a Mythical Creature’s blood

again. “There’s plenty I need. For example, the means to accommodate the Die of Probability, or how

Wouldn’t it be easier to just deal

“No.”

and said, “There’s a very arrogant lady at the ball tonight. There’s something wrong with

Klein nodded

“Okay.”

said, “That paper crane is

I can fold a paper crane for you in my mother’s

as long as you live here, I can do so at any time during

After all, don’t you have

to have more sleep. Let’s leave anything