Let me introduce you, this is my girlfriend, the Israeli boxing champion

"Room 13."

The control room was silent, but at this moment she could hear the sound of other staff typing on their keyboards.

The significance of the number thirteen is self-evident in the Western world, and Leonardo da Vinci himself painted "The Last Supper". Several people who used to stay away from this number in real life now have to make a choice.

"Go."

At this time, Romani showed his decisiveness as a king, broke the situation and forcibly seized the command.

“I think the answer lies here.”

Matthew and Ophelia looked at each other, held each other's hands and walked in.

They saw a broken mirror with a staircase leading downwards inside. They walked in consciously without waiting for Chaldea's instructions.

"My intuition tells me that the truth is here." Ophelia covered her eyes which were gradually getting hot under her eyelids. This made her feel uncomfortable, but also made her sure that her choice was right.

They pushed open the door and saw everything. It was as if fate had brought them here, and then everything happened just as it was written in the booking process.

——Chaldea collected the pool of blood.

【Step 3, completed. 】

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PS1: I watched the snow and breathed in the haze. This is what I gained from coming to Tianjin. o(一︿一+)o

PS2: Ailei Ailei, you must come.

PS3: Let's see if Cap can survive Christmas.

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Chapter 104 An Unimagined Road

There is no doubt that what happened on September 4th Street last night became a victim of the uncrowned kings' pursuit of higher positions. No one would have thought that such a large organization would completely disappear in just one night.

Ordinary people would talk about it with friends as a joke after dinner, but for those at the top, they were in constant fear. An atmosphere called "fear" permeated the Versailles circle.

If it was about destroying a force, then it wouldn't be a big problem for them, it was just a matter of time; but if it was about taking away lives quietly in one night without anyone's knowledge, no one present could do it.

You know I don’t have that ability.

Among these people, the one who wanted to find out the mastermind most was not the American founding father Lafayette, nor was it Marat and Robespierre who were slow to realize the situation and are now sliding on their knees, but Louis XVI.

As soon as he saw the largest chaebol group disappear, he immediately thought of the inability to collect taxes, the inability to repay the national debt, the only way to continue selling national debt, the more he sold, the still not enough money, and the destruction of the Bourbon dynasty in his hands.

Louis XVI's imagination could only go so far, but this time his idea was correct; in this case, he could only think of this solution:

He convened a three-level meeting and announced that he would begin to increase taxes on the third estate in order to resolve the financial crisis.

Sometimes you have to sigh and say that maybe this is the course of history. Even if the train goes around in a big circle, it will eventually return to the original track.

But in the days not long before the meeting, Alvin himself was like nothing had happened. He stayed in the Louvre all day and didn't go anywhere. The instruments serving him in bed were either violin or cello. Sometimes he could even play the violin in his left hand and the cello in his right hand at the same time. How happy he was!

The joy here is beyond imagination. The joy of life lies in this.

——The truth is that he got the request from Queen Marie to help look after Amadeus, who was a little sleepless and forgetful when she was away. Every time she came back, she could see him buried in front of the table and constantly creating.

"I'm sorry to say this, but the people of this country need me." Lily looked apologetic when she said this.

"After all, no matter what, I am still the mistress of this country."

He didn't know what Amadeus was thinking, but Alvin himself felt a little guilty at the time - after all, all these things were more or less related to him. However, it was not a bad thing to be able to take a music class taught by the greatest musician every day.

Unfortunately, he was caught today. After Chaldea and local forces joined forces, they finally arrested three young people who loved music in the Louvre.

When we were practicing the music, suddenly a group of people in strange costumes rushed in and just looked at each other. Although I didn't know what they wanted to do, my thought at the time was to finish the song first.

Salieri wrote this in his diary.

The other two demon pillars discussed countermeasures in front of everyone:

"Why do they know this place?"

"You have to ask yourself, Alvin, but judging from the situation, have you been caught?"

"I'm not interested in men, but in this situation, just keep playing."

Alvin continued to play the violin. The trance-like state caused by the sudden interruption of the violin performance did not exist. His seemingly careless hands were still holding the violin and bow, playing according to the music score, just like those people who were still playing to their heart's content when the Titanic was about to sink.

"To be honest, it does have that flavor."

Amadeus glanced at it casually, and his eyes seemed to be focused, and he could only see the music score on the shelf in front of him. Apart from that, he had no interest in anything else.

You can't lose to the young, Wolfgang. He smiled, his hands moved freely on the keys, and the piano made a sound like silver bells.

A piano was playing in the distance. It was the piano being played. When he first came here, Ritsuka was very curious about the player, and he watched his fingers moving up and down on the keys closely. It was like a robot sitting on the piano bench, and his fingertips never made a mistake in playing a single note.

In the backstage where the brilliant lights cannot reach, in those long years where the lights cannot reach, for a concert, for a short line of lyrics, or even for a single note, all of this is in pursuit of that moment of absolute perfection.

They had come to call for justice, but they had forgotten themselves. It was like aristocrats sitting in a golden music hall listening to an opera, listening to a human and two demon pillars playing together in the background.

Requiem.

Finally, he found eternal rest amidst the heavy accompaniment, and the performance of the whole piece ended here.

"It's not enough to have just the sheet music without the lyrics."

"It depends on whether Mary has time. After all, you know she's very busy lately."

"How's the progress of Day of Wrath?"

“There are some signs, but it’s still difficult to do.”

As always, the three of them exchanged experiences with each other after each practice. Of course, Salieri was still there talking about the same old things and urging the first chapter of the second movement, just like the old Qin people waiting for ■■■22.

"We've been ignored..." Olga Marie, who was in charge of Chaldea, smiled awkwardly. It was really uncomfortable to feel submissive all day long.

"Senior, is that Mr. Mozart?" Mashu compared the pianist who was talking in front of the piano with the image of Mozart in history that came from Chaldea, but saw Fujimaru Ritsuka with a dazed look on his face.

"senior?"

No, no, no, this is definitely not Mozart! How can he be so serious!

After the first round was closed, Ritsuka started the second round and felt that something was wrong with this world. But before she could think too much, the male owner of the Louvre (sure) began to interrogate these "uninvited guests".

"Very good. Then I would like to ask, what is the purpose of your visit? Unknown guests?"

"Don't you know that interrupting band practice is a serious matter?"

Amadeus had a sullen look on his face as he questioned the Chaldeans. Just like the Gundam towering above the earth, at this moment he felt that he had returned to that era, the era when the god of death followed him like a shadow and did whatever he wanted.

At that time, I had gotten rid of the bishop whose head was full of rusty springs, and I was beginning to make a name for myself in Vienna. My first opera was about to be staged, and I also met many outstanding people like him. The joy that music brought me never left.

In the next second, his childhood sweetheart, Queen of Lilies Marie Antoinette, jumped out with a jumping knife and pressed him back to his original form. Salieri, who couldn't bear it, covered his eyes, while Alvin honestly washed the cups and poured water. The two of them looked so timid that they didn't look like the Demon Pillar at all.

"Are you in any trouble in Chaldea?"

"In fact, the trouble is not with us, but with Mrs. Roland."

An hour ago, when Ritsuka heard this incredulous reply, her expression was the same as Alvin's now.

Mary held the cup tightly with both hands, and had a fierce ideological struggle in her mind. After a long time, her eyes fell on the marks on her wrist. The emotion and pain of not getting what she wanted finally forced her to make up her mind.

She raised her head and looked directly at Alvin, and said something in a very sure tone that sounded unbelievable to him:

"I shall go to the Estates-General as the head of the Girondists."

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PS1: Next week we will start taking the Marx test...

PS2: As for the MHY 3.7 version, it’s just a new game. Is it that serious?

PS3: Watch me perform European magic tonight! Five shots and five treasures!

Chapter 105: I'm back from the CET- exam, I hope I can pass it

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"I don't agree." He rejected the plan directly.

"why?"

She was a little excited, her body shaking uncontrollably. She stood up suddenly, walked in front of Alvin in a few steps, and stared into his eyes.

Mary stared at Alvin with her tearful blue eyes. The sunlight became crystal clear through her tears, and the red bloodshot was so conspicuous. He seemed to see this stubborn woman working hard for several sleepless nights.

"You don't know what this means."

"I know, of course I know, how could I not know."

Yes, she was not completely isolated from the news, and it was very difficult for such a big thing to remain unknown to others.

When the scantily clad child politely knocked on the door, Mary was glad that she did not reject her as she did to those guys who wanted to break down her door.

"Hello, Mrs. Roland. This may be a little complicated for you to understand, but please allow us to introduce ourselves. We are from the Chaldean Observatory..."

"You are Alvin's friends, right?"

Sometimes, all it takes is an opportunity for many things to unfold.

Mary also knew a lot of things, such as singularities, the burning of human nature, the invisible huge halo in the sky, and those heroes.

For example, the saint.

Unlike what he thought, the Saint was not like the Valkyrie in Norse mythology. Instead, she looked more like an ordinary country girl, without any worldly airs. Perhaps this was what a Saint was.

"So, why did you guys from the observatory come to see a has-been like me?"

"If even you are considered outdated, then I'm afraid we won't find anyone we can trust in all of France, madam."

Olga Marie smiled bitterly, and lamented that dealing with smart people was simple. In comparison, those people in the Clock Tower who did not pursue the root cause but were obsessed with power politics were truly corrupt.

Well, except for the modern magic department.

Alvin Vashak's dossier appeared on the blue transparent screen. Her eyes moved slightly, pretending to be uninterested, but in fact she wanted to remember all of it firmly in her mind.

"What does this mean? A missing person notice?"

"Are you deceiving yourself, ma'am?" Through the micro-expression observation and analysis system that was inadvertently developed by Miss Sion who was bored, Mary, who was thinking of her own little plans, had nowhere to hide.

"Alas." She sighed, helpless but also complaining. "Everyone is like this. Should we say that we are worthy of being from the same place?"

"Tell me your plan."

"We want you to attend the Level 3 meeting, and we will protect you in secret."

She remained silent, seemingly weighing the pros and cons, while Chaldea was waiting for her decision, and the negotiations for the first cooperation came to a standstill.

——Olga Marie thought so, but Mary scared her the next second when she said something shocking.

"That's it? That's it? That's it?" She repeated it three times in a row, and her tone became subtle.

She thought so too, but in the end she didn't say it.

"I agreed, but based on the principle of equal exchange, I have the right to make any request."

The right to spend a day alone with that person is not too much to ask.

"Promise her, Chief."

"Even if you don't tell me, I will do it."

Although I don't know what this thorny rose is seeking, this kind of conceptual request is better than those robberies.

Yes! I'm talking about you, Clock Tower!

"Then you can all come with me. The person you are looking for is right there."

Mary traveled alone for the first time in a long time, and led the Chaldean group to the Louvre. Her dark blue dress was full of elegance and splendor, and her white sun hat was tilted, which seemed casual but just right.

Just like Aunt Hood, who went on an imperial tour to show off Great Britain's power but eventually became famous in Denmark, she entered the Louvre with great joy, but did not expect to encounter this situation.

"Really, Mary, you always do things that I don't understand. Can't you just be a normal woman and not care about it?"

My lord, times have changed.

Time seemed to stand still. She didn't know how long this situation lasted. Her body was as stiff as a stone. In this cold and dark corner of the hospital, which was like the deep sea, teasing words could be heard faintly from afar.

"Hey, man, that streetwalker is such a sexy thing."

"Oh, my God, don't you know who this is? The only female member of the Girondists. Come to think of it, how could she get in?"