"It's really unbearable." Lancaster teased softly, looking at the wriggling tablecloth with cold eyes.

Yes, everyone can no longer see what Deble's expression and mood he has under the tablecloth. All they can see is a squirming tablecloth.

Despite such a funny image, the humiliation and sadness are really sad!

This is what Lancaster thought, but he did not stand up as a messenger of justice.

As smart as him, he already knew that this would disrupt Tang Ling's rhythm.

Now that things have gone through, some things are not difficult to guess, aren’t it? At least Liszt also guessed that he turned the wine glass in his hand, thinking and hesitating, do you want to take action now, disrupt Tang Ling’s rhythm, and do all this before Tang Ling?

He was going to compete with Tang Ling for the emperor. He had a secret in his heart, a secret told by a prophet.

The secret that allows him to successfully enter the throne of the king.

He didn't know if this secret could really work, after all, everything about prophecy was mysterious.

But as long as you can try it, Liszt is willing to try it. Of course, the premise is that after weighing the pros and cons.

Just like in this matter now, Liszt weighs the pros and cons. He is meticulous and quickly deduces various possibilities, various benefits and disadvantages, as well as possible results.

"I lack a collaborator. I sometimes have an obstacle." Liszt finally decided not to disrupt Tang Ling's rhythm.

He put down his wine glass and whispered to himself.

Henk was a little puzzled by this sentence, but he didn't ask much in silence. Instead, Liszt turned to Henk and smiled slightly: "Anyway, this Omir is also annoying, right?"

"It's disgusting." Henk did not hide his disgust towards Omire.

At the dinner, of course, Lancaster and Liszt had ideas, but in terms of status and intelligence, no teenager could compare with them.

With each other's thoughts, the ball of tablecloth finally stopped squirming.

A beautiful dress fell out of the tablecloth.

Omire was furious and looked at the skirt and shouted: "Pick it up."

The tablecloth was still motionless, and the butler was already in deep despair at this time. When things came to this point, the family's blame was absolutely inevitable.

Since that's the case, it's better to do something you want to do.

Thinking of this, the butler walked up, picked up the skirt, and handed it to O'Mill.

Omire glanced at the butler: "Who asked you to pick it up?"

The housekeeper bent his waist lower, and he just reached out and handed his skirt to Omire without saying a word.

Tang Ling suddenly coughed at this time and said to herself: "I'm full, so boring, otherwise let's go back?"

Omire turned his head suddenly and glared at Tang Ling fiercely! How can he let him leave? The key is that the other side cannot leave!

Everything is deviated from the imagination and the one he wants, how could he be willing to do it? He wants to take it back and fight back all of it. Since such a gentle and polite way is not good, then force it to rob and force it.

Isn’t the lawless Omire always like this? This is how he acts in the family, and the Poseidon family is one of the three major families. In his heart, he is still above the top ten top forces on land. So what’s wrong with doing this now?

I have to say that Tang Ling’s words are so just right when she is leaving.

The excitement of O'Mill had no time to argue with the butler and Deble. He pulled the skirt from the butler's hand, and walked towards the location where Tang Ling and the others were.

During this process, Omire always stared at Tang Ling fiercely.

Tang Ling seemed to find it a little interesting. She put her hands in the bag and looked at Omir with her head tilted her head to playfully, as if Omir was a funny clown.

This attitude was undoubtedly full of provocation in O'Mill's eyes.

"The drama is about to begin." Lancaster pulled Saxony and retreated from the slightly center of the garden to the side.

When he retreated, naturally a group of teenagers followed him back. Coincidentally, his retreating position intentionally or unintentionally covered the position where he entered the garden gate from the room.

"The flowers over there seem to be very beautiful." The gentle smile on Liszt's face seemed to never fade away. No one knew why he noticed a flower at this time?

Anyway, he walked towards the so-called flower, and Henk followed him. Several important captains of Lister's fleet seemed to have noticed something and followed Lister.

Then another group of people followed. Although they were a little confused about the direction of the whole thing, there was always nothing wrong with following the big guys.

The position of Liszt retreating was also very coincidental, intentionally or unintentionally blocking the door to the dinner garden square.

As for the butler, he helped Deble, who had never taken down the tablecloth, walked towards the room, and said comfortingly as he walked: "Young Master is just in a bad mood. Don't care, the dinner will continue. Nothing will happen."

As for Deble under the tablecloth, he was still silent, but now he was sympathetic. No one wanted to know what Deble's expression looked like? Did he cry?

These subtleties, whether they are Lancaster, Lister, or even the housekeeper, were furious and eager to get back everything, Omire didn't notice it at all.

In his eyes burning with anger, there was only Tang Ling's provocative expression, and the other side that was still so beautiful that people wanted to possess immediately, and it would be best to ravage the other side.

Maybe his momentum was too amazing. The teenagers who were originally scrambling to grab food around the long table all stepped aside. Anyway, there was not much food on the table.

The felt hat and Lu Xiaohua looked at Tang Ling worriedly, hesitated for a second, but did not retreat.

Tang Ling turned his head: "Do you have to wait for something to eat? Maybe there will be some more later? Don't stand here now, blocking the chef's way to serve the food."

The felt hat and Lu Xiaohua looked at each other and then stepped back.

Omire sneered, is this despicable beggar, this pig, still thinking about eating?

The next second, he stood in front of Tang Ling.

Tang Ling looked up and looked at Omir with an innocent look: "Are you rich? There are foods, right?"

"Get out." Omir didn't even look at Tang Ling, but directly squeezed away Tang Ling and walked to the other side.

"Put on." Omire's eyes were cold, and the look of looking at the other side was unconcealed, just like looking at a prey.

The other side didn't even look at Omir, but looked at Tang Ling who was being pushed away and said lightly: "Aren't you going back?"

"I said, let you put it on. Now, immediately, right now, here!" Omire roared.

Then he handed over the skirt in his hand, as if he wanted to stuff it into the other side's hand.
Chapter completed!