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

Ordinary deputies began to speculate about the identities of those in the car, while some were puzzled by the behavior.

"It should be that person, but what is she thinking?"

"The symbolic meaning is greater than the practical significance, Robespierre." Marat looked at the motionless carriage. As his former opponent, he couldn't help but feel a sense of grief when he saw this scene.

"This is the last pride of the White Rose." The former partner Clavier had a complicated expression. All his former friends left on that day, but he managed to survive.

Does this count as saving a life?

He shook his head. As an undercover agent, he had to go through the handover again today.

But in any case, the carriage attracted everyone's attention, so much so that no one noticed the arrival of another famous hero.

"What happened?"

"That's the Gironde's coach, sir."

Lafayette immediately issued orders to calm down his colleagues who were unable to contain their excitement. His years of experience told him that many interesting things would happen next.

But no matter what happens, he firmly believes that he will be the final winner, and everything he has learned on the other side of the sea must be promoted and succeeded here. I believe that the clothes will feel very relieved after seeing all this.

And more importantly, I have a secret weapon. He looked at the Corsican beside him. He was confident that he could completely win over this man who claimed to be a Servant or Archer to his side.

"The true standard for measuring friends is behavior rather than words. Those who say all the nice things on the surface are actually far from this standard. It is probably this failure that made him so disillusioned and mediocre. He is such a fantastic and contradictory person."

Napoleon did not have a very good impression of him. After all, this was not the first time he had dissed someone in person. He had no ability but insisted on doing this job. It would be better for him to just sleep on his laurels.

"You guys are the ones who have stolen the show this time. How are you going to solve this, Alvin?"

He soon got the answer.

The door of the carriage opened, but it opened to the other side of the road, and a butler got out, who seemed to be her new hire.

The butler came down and walked to the other side of the carriage. The moment he opened the door, the square was silent.

At the entrance of the hall, Mary appeared in a white evening gown. Pure white satin, classical embroidery patterns, elegant and slender lines, and soft gauze slightly spread at the hem of her skirt. She stood there gracefully, naturally becoming the focus.

"She always sets the trend..." The uncrowned kings thought to themselves that they believed that she would occupy the headlines of major newspapers and magazines again tomorrow.

When she was young, she naturally had no shortage of suitors. Now, she was like red wine, with a more mature flavor. I believe that when she appears this time, those nobles who were unable to find her in the past will line up to visit her again.

But unfortunately, their ending was exactly the same as that year. No, this time the competition was over from the beginning because the winner was right next to her.

PS1: I still remember the day when I secretly took out my phone to watch the game while reviewing for the high school entrance exam in May. That day was 5, Monday morning

My youth is over.

PS2: The exam notification will be released this Friday, so I’ll report to everyone on that day.

PS3: When your stepfather is actually a gang leader.JPG

Chapter 108 He Changed France

Wonderful debates, tense situations, and skillful yet elegant exchanges between masters, these were all scenes that Mash had imagined, but for some reason, she always felt a little...

Something's wrong?

"Well, Mashu, I didn't expect this situation today..."

"Don't talk about you. I haven't seen such a scene in all these years." Voltaire, a core player of the Enlightenment, gave his acceptance speech. After all, fighting over a disagreement was unprecedented.

This story has to start from today.

When White Rose, wearing a pure white evening dress, appeared in front of everyone, everyone in the square followed her. She attracted admiring eyes, adoring eyes, and jealous eyes along the way. It was like she was born to be the focus, and their eyes reluctantly left until she entered the hall.

"call......"

After finally not having to endure those looks, she breathed a sigh of relief. After becoming a member of the Gironde, she gradually returned to a conservative style of dress. She thought she would never have the chance to do so again, but under Alvin's instigation, she indulged herself again.

But it looks like the effect is pretty good, but the follow-up work will be very troublesome.

But then again, what about others?

"I'm here, ma'am." His voice rang out in the darkness where the light could not reach, and then with him appeared a group of people from Chaldea and the pulled out Akebab.

Well, although she is a participant, for her it is just a change of place to read. Unless there is something like a river changing its course or the ocean riding on her face, she will not stop.

"The tea is ready. All we have to do now is watch from the sidelines."

Although he also belongs to the 98%, he is not worth mentioning under the offensive of money, and he easily owns a small box that symbolizes aristocratic status. But ironically, the person who sought this privilege chose to defect not long ago, and the core decision-making and backbone forces disappeared overnight.

What an irony.

"What's going to happen next?"

"Yeah, but it has nothing to do with us because they can't hit us."

He couldn't help but laugh when he thought about what was going to happen next. When these gentlemen with rich knowledge and aristocratic cultivation started fighting, they would probably be no different from ordinary hooligans.

The period of time from the entrance to the ringing of the golden bell was long and short. It was long because these people were too slow, and it was short because he had just taken a nap.

"How long have I slept?"

"An hour and a half. After all these years, they are still just as rigid."

Even though he had become a servant, Rousseau still expressed contempt for those guys who were dying and had one foot in the coffin, a point that was even agreed by Voltaire.

"If you were given a chance to put them in a coffin, would you agree?" He rubbed his eyes under his monocle.

It's more serious than a few days ago.

"I'm tired of seeing a bunch of old-timers pointing fingers."

"Be quiet, the meeting has started." Mary stopped their discussion of a vote, and the two of them gave up.

As the convener of the conference, the late arrival of Louis XVI naturally aroused dissatisfaction among the representatives. However, ironically, the first to attack were not the 98% of the third class, but the 2% of missionaries and nobles.

"Thank you for keeping us waiting, Your Majesty."

"What's wrong, Sir Giuliano? Why did you come to our little France instead of staying in Florence? Did you fail in the competition for the head of the family again? Don't think that you can do whatever you want just because you and I have the same blood."

Faced with this "outsider", he naturally refuted him angrily. It would have been fine at any other time, but doing such a thing at this time, did he really think I was easy to bully?

"Nothing, I just remembered some things. For example, the Pope during the time of His Highness Philip. I hope Your Highness can learn from it."

The voices in the Hall of Menil were rising and falling, and Louis XVI's face became gloomy. The glory of Philip IV in the past only served to highlight the desolation of France today.

This is no longer self-evident; it is a blatant provocation to the royal family!

Louis XVI clenched his fist three times and unclenched it three times. Finally, he could only announce the start of the meeting as usual, as if nothing had happened. The princes who had wanted to watch the show continue were also disappointed.

However, it was not without gain. At least the representatives discovered that this Yuan Shao was not that Yuan Shao. Although he looked yes or no on the surface, what he was thinking in his heart was another matter.

"If I remember correctly, all three levels have one vote regardless of how many representatives they represent."

"Yes. During the meeting, the three estates discuss their own proposals and only hold a joint meeting when formulating a response to the king. The three estates, regardless of the number of representatives, each have one vote. Each estate submits a petition to express its wishes."

"And this time is the twenty-second time."

And the last time, he added inwardly.

"As long as the Level 3 meeting is held, we won't be able to have a peaceful day. Be prepared for someone to knock on the door of the private room forever, everyone."

"Um, Mr. Montesquieu, I have a question to ask." Mashu, who was always curious, finally couldn't hold back her desire for knowledge and asked the question.

"I remember that the bourgeoisie should be the third class. According to common sense, they should sit at the bottom, but why are we here now?"

"It's a good question, and the answer is simple. The nobility is open, and money talks. But even after adding nearly 5 nobility titles, the gap still can't be filled, which is one of the reasons for the meeting."

"After all, it's still a lack of money."

When Montesquieu, a teacher, was teaching the foreign students from the observatory, the three frivolous people and the two people who shared the same suffering lay on the windowsill.

"So what exactly do you want us to see?"

"Don't worry, don't worry. We're almost there. Do you see that location?" Alvin, the number one player, put down the telescope in his hand and pointed to a certain place - that was the border between the third level and the first level.

"The priest is relying on his position to bully the peasant. Look, everyone has a place, but he is about to take up two places."

Alvin's tone became more excited, but his eyes became colder. It turned out that things must be done thoroughly. He suffered greatly from the product of compromise like Britain.

"Country bumpkin, this position does not belong to you, get out." He kicked the representative from outside Paris off his seat, combined the two seats together and lay down.

"Go back early to raise your chickens and sheep, and then offer them to me. Maybe I will give you some rewards if I am in a good mood."

The priests thought this behavior was natural, but the representatives of the third class dared not speak out. Just when everyone thought that things would develop in a peaceful direction, the young representatives did not think so.

He stood up from the ground, dusted himself off, and walked up to the priest.

"Want to kiss my feet? Fine, I will reluctantly grant you the right to pledge your allegiance to me."

But the man didn't think so. He simply pulled the priest by the collar and swung his fist at the fat, greasy face.

"Who the hell are you, Sima?"

PS1: There is no doubt that every time a new chapter is released, a group of pigeons tear up the outline and manuscript.

But do pigeons really need an outline?

PS2: If nothing unexpected happens, the next chapter will have to wait until 0202.

You have to take an exam.

PS3: This is why I follow teacher DC!

It's a pity that the main player, Nizukami, didn't come. It was all thanks to the Emiya family's crazy ganking and the elephant to turn the tide. Of course, the eleventh generation heroine Mochizuki was also very important.

This winter is still warm o(*≧▽≦)ツ┏━┓

The first treasure is useless, the second treasure has low damage, the third treasure is like a passerby, the fourth treasure, why don't you quickly fill him/her up.jpg

I never thought that I would see Teacher DC as a passerby in my lifetime.

Chapter 109: World famous painting "French Parliament Fighting"

"Come on, young man, don't hold back! Beat the dog to death!"

"Hit him with his cane! Hit him on the head! Hit him in the lower parts!"

Based on the principles of "minding one's own business" and "what can you do to me", they, who are high above (literally), are more excited than the people fighting below.

But these are not really clean:

Rousseau, who didn't see any street advertisements on the way to visit the prison, was just an ordinary street thug. Voltaire was in prison at a young age. Amadeus? There are few normal musicians and artists. As for our protagonist Alvin, he became an orphan in the fog after the new century. How did he live to this age and go to college without any skills?

As the idea king, Alvin wanted to make bigger news.

"Way, way ...

"This is Chaldea. What can I do for you? Special instructor, magician Alvin, please let me know that we cannot support the people fighting down there."

She smiled inadvertently. This way of getting along was exactly what she liked most in the past ten years. It was seven parts rigorous and three parts casual, which made people feel nostalgic.

Although it was not a deliberate imitation, Romani's tone of voice, gestures, and speaking style became more and more similar to the person who had left without realizing it.

To those around him, it was as if he had never left.

"Can you please not use such a long title every time? Let's not talk about this for now. Is Leonardo da Vinci here? Is the genius here? If not, I'll find someone else."

"Hi, this is the versatile genius girl Da Vinci! Da Vinci Workshop accepts all commissions and sells any products that cannot be purchased. Is there anything you need to buy? Here is the product list, dear!"

Really...professional.

At this moment, Alvin once again entered the state of the beginning of the month where he obediently handed in the green cube in exchange for the calling talisman.

"I would like to entrust you with the work of Leonardo da Vinci, the great painter of the Renaissance."

"I see. Is it about painting? Tell me, what do you want me to paint? Are you asking me to paint a self-portrait? I can't guarantee who I will summon."

For example, taking a copy of The Count of Monte Cristo and conjuring up things like Alexandre Dumas...

"That's not it, Dr. Roman. Please put what I'm seeing on the big screen in the control room."

“This will consume a lot of electricity.”

"When the time comes, we'll just go out of town and find a few fantasy species to kill. Just report to the director, she won't say anything."

The two looked at each other and were speechless for a while.

"I see. Let me mix it."

Soon, the first-person perspective from war correspondent Alvin appeared above Sheba, who was responsible for observation.

"If it were me, I would do the same." Romani, who originally did not understand Alvin's behavior, expressed his understanding of this almost willful behavior after seeing this scene.