Just when I was about to ask Mu Zihan what his plans were in the future, the knock on the door sounded at the right time, and at the same time I heard the person outside the door say: "Mr. Mu, Mr. Qin, Steward Liu asked me to inform the two of you, the guests have arrived, the first dinner is about to start, please go to the restaurant on the second floor to eat." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Just as we followed the maid to the restaurant on the second floor, I found that Mu Zihan and I were actually the last guests to arrive at the restaurant, and even Little Pepper Wang Xinyan was already seated, waving at the two of us, motioning for us to sit on the vacant seats next to her. I couldn't help but wonder why we were arranged to be the last to sit at the table. Is it because our room is remote? But that's impossible, Wang Xinyan's room is next door to us, if we are remote, wouldn't she be just as biased? However, it is clear that my question will not be answered for the time being.

When Mu Zihan and I walked to Wang Xinyan's side, I quietly looked at this huge castle restaurant.

To be honest, I wouldn't have even imagined eating in such a medieval European castle a few months ago, and the whole restaurant is full of retro atmosphere, giving people the feeling of stepping back in time. The long red table, the armor on both sides, the torches on the four walls, etc., all made me feel that I was no longer deep in China in the 21st century, but in Europe in the 15th century. I didn't expect to be able to really feel the scenes that I had only seen on TV.

Of course, at the long table, there were already more than a dozen guests who seemed to have received invitations like us, but then I found that these people were not only Chinese, but also several blonde Westerners, and even a black man, I really did not expect that the guests of this small celebration would be so responsible.

As for the two sides of the restaurant standing on both sides, in addition to those shiny European-style armor, there are also several housekeepers dressed like "Hei Chao", among which Liu Wei and Liu Zhen, whom we have seen before, are also impressively listed.

After seeing the two of us seated, Liu Zhen, who was the chief housekeeper, came to the front of the long table at this time, and the position that should have belonged to the owner of the manor castle cleared his throat and said: "First of all, on behalf of my host, I welcome all the distinguished guests to take time out of their busy schedules to participate in this 'Midyear Festival Celebration'. The Midyear Festival is our traditional Chinese sense of the 'Ghost Festival', although the normal customs and habits are to pay tribute to the ancestors, etc., but this celebration of my master is ingenious, the intention is not the Western 'Halloween', but also a makeup party. So, for tomorrow night's celebration, please be sure to bring makeup. Of course, in the closet of your room, we have already prepared the props and costumes necessary for makeup. In addition, as you may know, my master is already among you this time, and if any of you can find him before the end of the celebration, we will present a mysterious gift. ”

"Don't talk about these nonsense, I just want to ask, is this mysterious gift "The Last Supper"?" A man who looked very rough interjected directly before the old butler could finish speaking. Obviously, this person seems to know about "The Last Supper", which is really strange, is it only me who hasn't found out?

"Mr. Zhu really likes to joke, since the owner has said that it is a mysterious award, it is naturally impossible to reveal it now. Or are you actually the owner of this manor on the other side, deliberately trying to sensationalize? Before the old housekeeper could answer, the man surnamed Han who had seen us at the gate of the manor before spoke first, and his words were still so arrogant.

"Put your mother's fart, surnamed Han, let me tell you, you are a fucking BB in front of Lao Tzu. I don't know how to think about it with my brain, if Lao Tzu has such an ancient castle, Lao Tzu ...... "It seems that the strong man surnamed Zhu is really a rough man, and when he opens his mouth, his mouth is full of swearing."

However, before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by another person: "Zhu Quan, nominally an antique appraiser, is still a collector, but in fact, he often uses his profession to drop the bag and come to you for authenticity. Han Tao is a professor of history at a well-known university. He has studied the history of Western art, especially the history of the development of art in the Italian Renaissance, and was forcibly repatriated for his deviant behavior during a visit to the Louvre. It was a woman's voice, and although her Mandarin was a little stiff, she could still understand the meaning of her words.

Following the prestige, I saw that it was really a blonde and blue-eyed woman, who looked like she was only about thirty years old, dressed very charmingly, wearing an evening dress, showing off a proud figure.

"Millie, have you heard an old Chinese saying? You can eat indiscriminately, you can't talk nonsense, you must know that trouble comes from your mouth. If you weren't a woman, I'd have whipped you just now. The strong man Zhu Quan glared at the blonde woman named Millie fiercely, and after throwing off a cruel word, he didn't speak again. Obviously, they have known each other for a long time, and judging by Zhu Quan's attitude, I suspect that what Millie said before may not be all groundless.

"Alright, guys, let's talk about it later. Now enjoy a sumptuous dinner that we have prepared for you. Just when Millie and Han Tao were about to argue, the old housekeeper interrupted them, obviously he also realized that if these people were allowed to quarrel like this, they probably didn't know when they would be able to eat, so after speaking, he waved his hand and motioned to several maids who were already waiting on the side to serve the food, and no longer paid attention to the few people who were still arguing in a low voice.

"It seems that few of these people are good things. Why are you invited to such an event? Wang Xinyan was eating a plate of foie gras that the maid had just served, and whispered to Mu Zihan and me angrily.

Hearing her words, we could only smile awkwardly, not knowing how to answer. Moreover, as can be seen from what happened before, these guests may have more or less something to do with the world of collecting or Western art, etc., and only the three of us felt out of place.

To be honest, in fact, I also want to ask, why did the owner of this manor invite me and Mu Zihan? However, to be honest, I guess even if I ask, I don't think I will get an answer, these "black super" like housekeepers, and although they are serving, but the maid is silent, they are not ready to answer any questions from customers at all.

It seems that this celebration may have a lot to do with "The Last Supper". Could it be that something happened to the Monastery of Santa Maria del Gocchi in Milan? Just as I was gobbling up the food, Mu Zihan on the side whispered to himself while eating.

"What what monastery?" I didn't hear it clearly, or even if I did, I couldn't remember it.

"Monastery of Santa Maria del Gocchi, Milan. The original copy of The Last Supper is there. Mu Zihan replied.

"I still don't understand, isn't 'The Last Supper' supposed to be a painting? How will it be in the monastery. I asked strangely.

"The Last Supper is indeed a painting, but it is a mural that Leonardo da Vinci painted on the wall of the dining room of this monastery." At this time, before Mu Zihan could answer, a middle-aged man sitting on the other side of me interjected in a low voice.

I saw that he had a pair of bulky black-rimmed eyes, his hair was as messy as a chicken coop, his clothes were even more sloppy, and even because he sat relatively close to me, I could faintly smell a sour smell from him. And when I saw him speak, the dirty yellow teeth instantly made my appetite aroused by the food disappear at once.

After putting down the knife and fork in my hand in frustration, I despised him fiercely in my heart, thinking that if I met him on the street, I believe I would have treated him as a vagabond, and he was the most annoying type.

(To be continued)