Belvoir Inn/Restaurant

As soon as I entered the restaurant, I heard a melodious piano sound, followed the pause of the notes, stepped on the velvet carpet on the floor, walked through the curved arch, and saw a wide domed dining room. Extravagant chandeliers illuminate every corner of the restaurant, and in the center of the restaurant, a grand piano is played, and a table with red tablecloths surrounds the piano, allowing guests to experience the elegance of piano performance in all directions.

It was the time of the meal, and the people who came to eat were all the passengers on the bus, the guests were two or three people at a table, the waiters in black tuxedos were busy coming and going with menus or delicacies, although the restaurant was spacious, but there was no too noisy sound, everyone seemed to be savoring, and they couldn't bear to make a loud noise, interrupting the rhythm of the piano music.

Arthur found a place against the wall, a table for four, where only a thin boy with thick round glasses sitting, who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, was slightly looking up, admiring the 13 murals hanging on the wall, as if unaware of Arthur's arrival.

"Is there anyone in this seat?" Arthur asked aloud.

When the boy heard this, he turned his head and found Arthur.

When he saw the gauze wrapped around Arthur's face, his eyes behind thick lenses widened slightly in surprise, and the next second he seemed to feel that he was so impolite, and he hurriedly looked away and pursed his lips.

"Well, no one."

"May I take a seat?"

"If you want to." The boy replied softly. His voice was a little lacking, but he answered politely and seemed to be well-bred in his voice.

Arthur took a seat next to him, and at this time, a male waiter in a tuxedo brought the menu, and Arthur took the menu, only to find that it was all in French, and he couldn't understand what it was.

Flipping through the menu in some embarrassment, Arthur pointed to a dish randomly, and the black-haired waiter bowed slightly and retreated with the menu. He was tall, the lines of his tuxedo followed the curves of his muscles, and his black leather shoes stepped on the velvet carpet without making a sound, and he left the table with the menu.

"FoieGras, it's a French foie gras." Beside him, the boy with round glasses looked at Arthur and gently reminded him, "This is a traditional French dish, and the history of eating foie gras can be traced back to the Romans more than 2,000 years ago. Later, it spread to Alsace and the countryside of southwestern France, where foie gras began to be used to make aspici and pâté, and served with French bread. It was not until the time of Louis XVI of France that foie gras was brought to the court and, after being tasted, became so loved by the king that it became famous ever since.

"Uh...... Looks like I ordered something good. Arthur was a little glad he didn't order any strange dishes.

"Foie gras is actually goose's fatty liver." The boy added, "The goose keepers fix the geese in small cages, give them only room to show their heads, and stuff them directly into the throat of the geese with an iron pipe, and pour corn feed and other feed into the tube every day to the stomach of the geese, so that these geese eat and gain weight all day long, and the liver of the goose will be 6 to 10 times larger than normal, and finally it will get delicious ...... Fatty liver. ”

“…… yes, yes, you know a lot. Arthur's face was a little ugly, and he suddenly felt that he didn't want to eat so much.

Arthur shifted his gaze to the wall and looked closely at the paintings, which appeared to depict knights, with 13 paintings depicting 13 different figures on the left wall, and oil paintings on the right wall showing knights sitting around a round table.

On the oil painting, some of these knights are holding swords, some are holding shields, and some are looking into the distance, with different forms and appearances. At the end of the painting is a man wearing a crown and a red cloak, holding a sword inserted into a stone in both hands, trying to pull it out with force, and his brow is full of majesty.

Arthur was stunned.

(Draw the stone sword?!) ）

The familiar picture instantly reminded him of the bloody memories he had had.

He lowered his head slightly, closed his eyes and pressed his temples, his thoughts a little heavy. He was suddenly a little curious, where did the remaining 11 people go in the [Codename Battle]? Are they dead? Or is it wandering in this world in another form? Or do they still have a chance to participate in another [Code Name War]?

He didn't know, but what he did know was that he had won, he had been given the only place to survive, and he had also been qualified to participate in the game.

[The same code name, there will be no second time]

Arthur, too, there is only one.

“…… It was King Arthur and the Twelve Knights of the Round Table. ”

The voice of the bespectacled boy sounded in his ears, and Arthur opened his eyes to see the boy looking at the portraits.

"King Arthur?"

"Not bad. The painting at the end depicts King Arthur drawing his sword, the most legendary king of England in the 5th century, leading the Knights of the Round Table to unify the British Isles. The Knights of the Twelve Tables are noble knights led by the legendary King Arthur of Britain. They are: Lancelot, Garahan, Bowes, Ramorlock, Gajerez, Gareth, Bediwell, Gavin, Percivari, Tristan, Geraint, Kay. ”

"You're so knowledgeable." Arthur sighed

"I'm not very knowledgeable, but I read a lot of books." The boy nodded humbly, with a bit of shyness in his tone.

"You're here for a tour, too?"

“…… Anyway, when I woke up, I found myself on the bus, so I got off the bus and checked in. ”

Arthur was stunned, he seemed to ...... Met other players.

"What's your name?"

"Colin."

"My name is Arthur." Arthur paused for a moment and added, "Like you, there is no last name. ”

Colin raised his head and looked directly at Arthur, those eyes seemed to see through him, and after a while, he muttered, "Sure enough, someone as interesting as you is also a gamer." ”

“…… Where am I interesting. ”

"It's funny."

"I have gauze wrapped around my face, how can you see my appearance?"

"I can't see it." Colin smiled faintly, he took a sip of coffee, and said unhurriedly, "But sometimes it's the inability to see a person's exact appearance that doesn't make the first impression anchor." ”

"The morning cat effect?"

"The anchoring effect." Colin glanced at him, "A psychological term that refers to the fact that when people make judgments about someone or something, they are susceptible to first impressions or first information, like an anchor sinking to the bottom of the sea, fixing people's minds somewhere. For example, when you see a vicious-looking person, you will naturally think that he is a bad person, but when you see a beautiful woman, you will think that she must be gentle and lovely......"

Colin said, glancing sideways at the woman who was playing the piano.

The woman was about twenty-five years old, slender, wearing a snow-white gauze skirt, dark brown hair tied up high, deep facial features, feathery eyelashes, slightly raised red lips, beautiful collarbone lines lined with necklaces, slender fingers fell on black and white keys, and a melodious music.

"Take that woman, for example." Colin glanced at Arthur and pointed at the woman, "She is playing the piano elegantly, and the first impression of everyone when they see her is that she is a noble young lady, exuding an aristocratic atmosphere, and no one will associate her with a cold-blooded killer." ”

"A cold-blooded killer?" Sensing something in Colin's words, Arthur asked, "Do you know her?" ”

"Not an acquaintance." Colin paused, "I was just chased and killed by her." ”

“…… What is her code name? ”

"Duke."

Arthur silently wrote down the woman's face and code name in his mind.

"Besides......" Colin shifted his gaze to a blonde man reading a book alone a few tables away, "the blond-haired, white-suited man over there, don't look at him reading quietly now, he looks like he's not in the world, he's a gamer just like us." ”

"You mean the handsome guy who is reading a book?"

"Hmm. He's one of the top three players on the blood list, and I was killed by him in my last game. Colin faintly withdrew his gaze, "His code name is Icarus. ”

Arthur understood and silently wrote him down.

It seems that here, a random person passing by, or maybe one of the 12 players, should be careful.

Just thinking this, a crisp voice sounded in my ears-

"See you again, Arthur."

Arthur and Colin looked up and saw the short, silver-haired girl walking up to their table with a small satchel.

"Lorraine?"

"That's right." She smiled softly and looked at Colin, "Can I sit here?" It's all people I don't know here, and I'm a little lonely when I eat alone. ”

"Please." Arthur replied at the same time as Colin.

"Thank you." Lorraine put her bag on the chair and sat down with a smile, "The atmosphere in this restaurant is really good, and there are beautiful sisters playing the piano." ”

For a moment, none of the three were talking.

The sound of the piano music flows quietly like a river, making every minute of the passage seem quiet and peaceful, the golden decorations, the oil paintings painted on the ceiling, the cherubs carved on the golden pillars...... For a moment, Arthur had the illusion that he was not in a game where everyone was fighting, but had returned to the real world, even to the world of the upper class, where there was no hunger, no poverty, no pain, only the most comfortable life in the world.

"This song is so good......" Lorraine looked at the beautiful woman who was playing, and listened attentively.

"Bagatelle No. 25 in A Minor, WoO 59 'Für Elise'......" adds Colin, "the translation is "To Alice", which is one of Beethoven's famous songs. ”

"To Alice......" Lorraine muttered.

For some reason, a sudden wave of sadness welled up in my heart.

She frowned slightly, and lowered her head in confusion, but before she knew it, a tear crossed her cheek and fell to her hand.

(I'm ...... What's wrong? ）