The restaurant during dinner time today was completely opposite to before, it was extremely quiet.
Tia sat at the main table and ate elegantly.
Under Tia's authority, everyone began to observe Western etiquette inexplicably.
The knife and fork are placed gently, and there is no sound of scratching the plate.
Although it's not so loud that you can hear the sound even if a pin hits the ground, Lin Mu thinks it might be close.
The atmosphere was quiet, with a hint of dullness.
Until the end of dinner time, Tia left with a stern face and indifference.
The silent atmosphere began to become relaxed.
No. 3 was about to say something when he saw No. 12 get up and leave the restaurant.
Lin Mu glanced at Xin Zhixia and realized that she was also leaving, so he stood up and pushed the chair in.
No. 4 looked at the three people leaving, and then said: "Since they have no intention of discussing, why don't we leave tonight."
Wait until everyone leaves one after another.
Only No. 13 and No. 9 are left in the restaurant. No. 9 is looking at the crystal ball in front of him.
There are always many similarities between the opinions of No. 13 and No. 10.
Looking at No. 9, I felt that he was someone I could communicate with.
"This crystal ball can be taken away after the game. It is a prop, right? I don't know what it does." No. 13 approached No. 9 and asked.
No. 9 turned his eyes back and glanced at No. 13.
The light reflected from the spectacle lenses made No. 13 unable to see clearly the look in No. 9's eyes. For some reason, he felt a bit chilly.
When he saw No. 9's eyes clearly, he found that they were still filled with a warm and kind smile.
No. 9 pushed up his glasses and analyzed: "It may be prophecy-related props."
No. 13 was ecstatic when he heard this.
"In that case, the level shouldn't be low, right?"
No. 9's eyes darkened, and he said faintly: "It's very possible, after all, it's a benefit of the B-level dungeon."
"Then I think the special benefits shouldn't be bad either."
The expression No. 13 showed at this moment was as if he had already obtained the prop.
The boy looks young, energetic and confident.
Let No. 9 feel a little confused.
Then he smiled and said: "Probably."
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Xin Zhixia and Lin Mu, who were walking hand in hand as always, were still keeping a long distance from No. 12 who was walking at the front.
"Do you think it's better for me to guess your identity tonight or hers?" Lin Mu's expression seemed a little tangled.
Xin Zhixia was focused on looking at the handsome back of No. 12 in front of her, but seemed not to hear what Lin Mu said.
Lin Mu repeated again: "Whose identity should I guess tonight?"
Xin Zhixia regained consciousness, "Isn't it good to guess No. 11? He has already recognized the wolf."
Only then did Lin Mu realize that he seemed a little stupid.
He clapped his hands and said, "Yeah, I almost forgot."
"And I suggest you guess someone else's first, and then guess my identity when you have no second choice."
Seeing that Xin Zhixia had returned to the residence, she turned around and left these words before walking towards the residence.
"Good night!"
The sound of forest trees came from behind.
Xin Zhixia waved her hand in response.
Back at her residence, Xin Zhixia clicked on the game's plot introduction again and checked it twice carefully.
Wait until 11 o'clock in the evening for the special welfare session to appear on time.
[Ding dong! The following is the special benefit section of this game. 】
[Wise and clever player, whose identity can you guess today? 】
[The identity of player number ___ is _____]
[The identity of player number ___ is _____]
Xin Zhixia didn't need to think tonight as always.
[Player No. 12 is a witch]
It is estimated that everyone will guess the identity of No. 11 tonight. This seems too unchallenging. Of course, you have to guess someone else's.
Xin Zhixia couldn't help but recall the conversation this afternoon.
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"You can come in, but he can't."
When No. 12 heard Xin Zhixia's words, he was stunned for a moment, and then stood in front of the door to express his stance.
Xin Zhixia shrugged and had no choice but to throw the angry-looking person outside the door.
After being invited by No. 12, she entered smoothly.
She just discovered that before she opened the invitation on the 12th, she was blocked by a resistance and could not even try to enter the residence.
It seems like this is another trick in the game, but everyone else seems to know it.
She was the only one who still tried to challenge it.
This detail was seen through by No. 12.
No. 12's expression instantly seemed much calmer.
What he said was with an inexplicable sense of superiority, "Are you a newcomer?"
Xin Zhixia's expression was indifferent, she shook her head and replied: "No."
No. 12 heard No. 7's calm tone, and for a moment he doubted his own guess.
He said suspiciously: "Then you don't know that you need to be invited to enter?"
Xin Zhixia did not answer immediately. Instead, as if she had returned to her own home, she sat on the chair naturally and looked up at No. 12 standing aside.
"There was no copy before, and I never entered the room."
No. 12 was stunned for a moment, then nodded.
But his eyes were still wandering, as if he was reminiscing, and he seemed to be thinking about the authenticity of this sentence.
"Let's get down to business."
Xin Zhixia interrupted No. 12’s thoughts.
No. 12's expression instantly became serious.
"What do you want to say?"
Xin Zhixia tilted her head and looked at No. 12, "You are a witch and I am a guard. Don't you know how No. 2 died?"
"I do not know what you're talking about."
After saying that, No. 12 also came over and sat on the sofa nearby.
"It was already exposed when you let me in, so why bother putting on a show? Tsk, it's boring."
Xin Zhixia held up her cheeks and looked at No. 12 leisurely.
Hearing this, No. 12 seemed to confirm Xin Zhixia's answer and was no longer so defensive.
"Are you crazy?" No. 12 said dissatisfied.
Of course Xin Zhixia understood what No. 12 meant, "He orders people to do things so arrogantly, maybe he is a witch, right?"
Hearing this, No. 12 sneered, "Don't think I'm a fool. He's a witch, so he won't jump out and tell the witch not to prescribe medicine."
Then he leaned forward and stared at Xin Zhixia, trying to understand her expression at the moment.
"Oh, don't think I don't know. You just don't like him and want him to die through breast wear."
That's right, No. 2 died from being penetrated by milk.
As the name suggests, No. 2 was stabbed by a werewolf. The guards guarded him that night, and the witch happened to prescribe the antidote and saved him.
Xin Zhixia spread her hands and leaned back on the chair.
"If I did it on purpose, there are too many things to guess. First, I have to make sure that the wolves will kill him, and then I have to guess that the witch will prescribe the antidote. I don't have so much brains to plan all this, don't you think?"
No. 12 lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, not knowing whether this sentence was true or false.
"So you're saying he died by chance?"
Xin Zhixia smiled, "As you said, of course it was a coincidence."
Looking at No. 12, there was still a hint of doubt in his expression.
Xin Zhixia added: "The price of playing this game is death. The key point is of course to win. How could I choose this kind of operation for revenge?"
"And don't you think he might have an identity?"
No. 12 was stunned. Could it be that he accidentally penetrated the prophet? knight?
