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.

a 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 the

brief reprieve to stuff himself with more food and drink some thirst-quenching sweet ice tea. This was a Deis specialty that he specially got

much. After having a

might have wanted to communicate with him,

passively, if “He” doesn’t wish to meet me, “He” has a hundred ways to stop “His” mother from heading out… In short,

was in a dilemma to deal with his burgeoning bladder or patiently wait another two minutes, his spiritual

had produced a black pram that was covered in shadows that prevented him from seeing any details.

used a clear voice and said,

happened?” Klein tensed up

infant form scoffed

know is that

the primitive island and had a guess. After contemplating for a few seconds, he asked with a frown, “Can angels see

creatures of the spirit world, as well as deities with certain unique authorities or Beyonder who represent fate can discover this point to a certain extent. Of course, close

sucked

because

you or your companion might have a similar uniqueness that can garner

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

he had brought Groselle’s

created by an ancient

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

but there might be some trouble midway,” Will Auceptin replied with a clear voice. “Furthermore, you are already burdened

stops worrying when there are too many debts. Perhaps it might create opportunities and let my debtors end up fighting… On careful thought, Klein echoed

drop of a Mythical Creature’s blood wishes to know exactly what you

example, the means to accommodate the Die of Probability, or how

it’s possible, why take the risk to finish off Ouroboros? Wouldn’t it be easier to just deal with a weak

“No.”

“There’s a very arrogant lady at the ball tonight. There’s something

Dreams? Klein nodded

“Okay.”

Auceptin had the intention to leave, he hurriedly said, “That paper crane is about to tear. How should I contact

a paper

to find you, and as long as you live here, I can do

father directly! After all, don’t you have to wait when using

been born, I need to have more sleep.