The Gathering

Carroll adjusted the crown on my head. "Be yourself. If you see hostility, I will gouge the pair of eyes out." "Huh?" I couldn't help laughing. "Mr. Carroll, you acted like a gentleman a few moments ago. Why do you want to gouge eyes out after putting down the microphone?" "That's me, isn't it?" Carroll pulled my hand and rubbed it in his palm twice. "Who doesn't know that I'm cruel? I will let whoever slights my queen know what is good for him." "Do you mean torment?" Hearing Carroll, I relaxed a bit, and my smile was more natural. He pulled me down the stage. "Come, my queen. Tell me which pair of eyes you like." Jason beckoned to a servant to follow us with a tray, full of glasses of wine. Like the bride and the groom, Carroll and I started to toast our guests in the hall. Those who were bold were close business partners to Carroll. They respected Carroll, and there was no fear in their eyes. Therefore, Carroll drank with them frequently. I pretended to listen to the conversation ab