Chapter: 1945
...It makes sense, you don't have to worry about debts, and maybe you can create opportunities for creditors to fight... After thinking carefully, Klein echoed in his heart.
He asked instead, "My friend who wants a drop of the blood of a mythical creature 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', such as helping me get rid of that guy Ouroreus, if it can be done, you want to draw You can draw as many tubes of blood as you need! But, can it be done?"
If it could be done, why take the risk of killing Ouroreus? Wouldn't it be better to deal directly with your weak "Snake of Destiny"? Klein shook his head without a doubt while cursing, "No."
"Then think about something else, I'm not in a hurry." Will Auceptin paused and said, "There is something wrong with that proud girl at the ball tonight, if you have a chance to chat with her, you can lead the topic to In terms of dreams."
Hazel? dream? Klein nodded thoughtfully and said, "Okay."
Seeing that Will Auceptin seemed to have the intention of leaving, he quickly said: "That thousand paper crane is about to break. In case of an emergency, how can I contact you?"
Will Auceptin was silent for a while and said: "Don't you expect me to fold a thousand paper cranes for you in mother's womb? Even if you can fold them, you can't get them!
"If I want to find you, as long as you still live here, I can do it anytime in my dream.
"If you have an urgent matter, just come and visit my father! Don't you have to wait a long time to use the thousand paper cranes?
"Okay, as an unborn fetus, it's time for me to catch up on sleep. I'll talk about it later."
Klein could only nod his head and said, "If you have nothing else to do."
Will Auceptin's figure that was about to dissipate suddenly paused, and said after two seconds: "There is one more thing."
"What's the matter?" Klein's spirit tensed up again.
Will Auceptin said with a "thumb": "The ice cream made by your chef is too sweet..."
ah? Klein didn't realize what the other party was saying for a short time. He didn't wake up until the black baby carriage disappeared into the mirror, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help twitching.
After solving the problem of distended lower abdomen, he washed his hands and went out. He found Richardson, the personal servant, 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. He didn't think of a question until he was about to enter the kitchen:
Mr. Dwayne Dant�s seems to have never touched ice cream, why do you know it is too sweet?
For this question, Richardson quickly had an answer. He believed that a guest told his employer about the problem after tasting the ice cream.
Although this is a bit impolite, it is not too uncommon, especially for familiar friends, who will take the initiative and kindly remind them, so as not to drop the reputation of the host of the dance party.
At this time, because the last dance was still going on, Klein was not in a hurry to think about a dance partner, and walked to the long table on the edge, preparing to eat some delicious food as soon as possible.
He had just picked out a piece of Dixie's grilled fish with no thorns, when he suddenly saw Wilma Gladys approaching and took a cup of sweet iced tea.
The lady nodded to the host of the ball, smiled and said: "This drink is very good, I have never had it before."
"Sweet iced tea from the south." Klein explained with a smile, glanced casually at the other person's stomach and said, "He seems to be very well-behaved, er, maybe it's her."
Wilma smiled and said, "It's like this most of the time, except that there are occasional disturbances in the middle of the night."
In the middle of the night... Occasionally... it wouldn't be the time to answer my question... Klein suddenly felt a little ashamed, pretending that he didn't think about it, and turned his attention back to the dinner plate, while Wilma took a sip of sweet iced tea and turned to Return to where you chatted before.
When a new dance was about to start, Klein handed over the plate and cup to the waiter next to him, glanced at where Hazel was, walked over slowly, and saluted with a smile: "Miss, I have this honor to invite you Do you dance?"
Hazel was silent for a few seconds, then put the glass of champagne in her hand on the tray in the waiter's hand, and politely responded: "It's also my honor."
In the gentle and soothing melody, Klein and Hazel are dancing. One of them is tall and straight, the other is slender and tall. Except that the age gap seems to be a bit big, no matter the rhythm of the movement, or the temperament and appearance, they are very suitable and very beautiful , can almost be taught as a demonstration. JrNovels.com
He asked instead, "My friend who wants a drop of the blood of a mythical creature 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', such as helping me get rid of that guy Ouroreus, if it can be done, you want to draw You can draw as many tubes of blood as you need! But, can it be done?"
If it could be done, why take the risk of killing Ouroreus? Wouldn't it be better to deal directly with your weak "Snake of Destiny"? Klein shook his head without a doubt while cursing, "No."
"Then think about something else, I'm not in a hurry." Will Auceptin paused and said, "There is something wrong with that proud girl at the ball tonight, if you have a chance to chat with her, you can lead the topic to In terms of dreams."
Hazel? dream? Klein nodded thoughtfully and said, "Okay."
Seeing that Will Auceptin seemed to have the intention of leaving, he quickly said: "That thousand paper crane is about to break. In case of an emergency, how can I contact you?"
Will Auceptin was silent for a while and said: "Don't you expect me to fold a thousand paper cranes for you in mother's womb? Even if you can fold them, you can't get them!
"If I want to find you, as long as you still live here, I can do it anytime in my dream.
"If you have an urgent matter, just come and visit my father! Don't you have to wait a long time to use the thousand paper cranes?
"Okay, as an unborn fetus, it's time for me to catch up on sleep. I'll talk about it later."
Klein could only nod his head and said, "If you have nothing else to do."
Will Auceptin's figure that was about to dissipate suddenly paused, and said after two seconds: "There is one more thing."
"What's the matter?" Klein's spirit tensed up again.
Will Auceptin said with a "thumb": "The ice cream made by your chef is too sweet..."
ah? Klein didn't realize what the other party was saying for a short time. He didn't wake up until the black baby carriage disappeared into the mirror, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help twitching.
After solving the problem of distended lower abdomen, he washed his hands and went out. He found Richardson, the personal servant, 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. He didn't think of a question until he was about to enter the kitchen:
Mr. Dwayne Dant�s seems to have never touched ice cream, why do you know it is too sweet?
For this question, Richardson quickly had an answer. He believed that a guest told his employer about the problem after tasting the ice cream.
Although this is a bit impolite, it is not too uncommon, especially for familiar friends, who will take the initiative and kindly remind them, so as not to drop the reputation of the host of the dance party.
At this time, because the last dance was still going on, Klein was not in a hurry to think about a dance partner, and walked to the long table on the edge, preparing to eat some delicious food as soon as possible.
He had just picked out a piece of Dixie's grilled fish with no thorns, when he suddenly saw Wilma Gladys approaching and took a cup of sweet iced tea.
The lady nodded to the host of the ball, smiled and said: "This drink is very good, I have never had it before."
"Sweet iced tea from the south." Klein explained with a smile, glanced casually at the other person's stomach and said, "He seems to be very well-behaved, er, maybe it's her."
Wilma smiled and said, "It's like this most of the time, except that there are occasional disturbances in the middle of the night."
In the middle of the night... Occasionally... it wouldn't be the time to answer my question... Klein suddenly felt a little ashamed, pretending that he didn't think about it, and turned his attention back to the dinner plate, while Wilma took a sip of sweet iced tea and turned to Return to where you chatted before.
When a new dance was about to start, Klein handed over the plate and cup to the waiter next to him, glanced at where Hazel was, walked over slowly, and saluted with a smile: "Miss, I have this honor to invite you Do you dance?"
Hazel was silent for a few seconds, then put the glass of champagne in her hand on the tray in the waiter's hand, and politely responded: "It's also my honor."
In the gentle and soothing melody, Klein and Hazel are dancing. One of them is tall and straight, the other is slender and tall. Except that the age gap seems to be a bit big, no matter the rhythm of the movement, or the temperament and appearance, they are very suitable and very beautiful , can almost be taught as a demonstration. JrNovels.com
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