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

She had never seen such a scene before.

Sheba, who presented each era as a video, at this moment broadcast the situation in the Meni Great Hall live to everyone in the control room.

From their perspective, they could only see the well-dressed gentlemen downstairs fighting with each other without any image. They were evenly matched in punching and kicking, and more and more bystanders joined the battle.

After almost all the representatives participated in this large-scale fight, the entire Meni Hall was in ruins. It no longer looked like a place for large-scale meetings, but more like warriors fighting wild beasts in the ancient Roman Colosseum.

However, even in this situation, the show was still effective. Among the internally divided nobles, the senior nobles stood firmly with the clergy, while the newer noble families returned to the embrace of the third class.

It seems that civil war is the inherent talent of every Frenchman. Even at such a critical juncture, this kind of thing is innate and cannot be sought after.

Louis XVI, who was originally presiding over the meeting, quietly left when no one was paying attention after seeing the situation of the troops. It is estimated that he now wants to strangle the priest with cerebral palsy.

But his departure had a huge impact on the scene. They were originally cautious about fighting, but when they turned around for the umpteenth time and found that His Majesty the King was nowhere to be seen, they completely let themselves go.

Come on, come on, let's have a battle between men!

When the young and passionate representative started from the table and powerfully knocked down the young master of the family who was obsessed with women to the point of being emaciated with a knight's flying kick, it announced that the battle had officially entered the white-hot stage.

"I wonder if this scene can satisfy you, Leonardo?" He turned back confidently, only to find that the seat next to Romani was now empty.

"No, where is she?"

"Go back to the studio to get the relevant painting tools, Alvin." She was amazed by this world-famous painting.

"This is really rare. A group of people staged a fight right under the king's nose, and the king turned a blind eye to it."

"So in the end he stepped down and was sent to the guillotine." There was no trace of regret in his tone, as if this was a matter of course.

"Here he comes, the genius makes his grand appearance again!" Leonardo da Vinci appeared in front of them again, holding a drawing board and carrying tools. Although he was a little out of breath, the excitement in his eyes could not be concealed.

"How's it going, are you still fighting?"

"It will take a while to finish this. Do you need any help?"

"Record it! Did you record it? The clearest one!"

"I've sent it. I should be able to find a picture that matches what you're interested in, Da Vinci."

"OK, I will complete the task!"

After setting up her easel, she began to look for the moments she liked among the videos that kept coming in from the singularity. As the videos kept coming in, she continued to search and eliminate them. In the end, the actors lived up to expectations and successfully performed a great fight scene.

"It's decided to be you! But this is a brand new subject, but it's no problem for me."

She sat sideways, holding the palette in her left hand, and after turning her head from time to time to look at the manuscript, she began to paint on the paper with her brush. How could an ordinary painter from the Renaissance period like me end up painting in Chaldea?

"By the way, Alvin, do you want a name? Or do you want me to pick one for you?"

"Name? Isn't it obvious?" He was puzzled.

"Wouldn't it be nice if freedom led France?"

At this time there was a knock on the door.

PS1: After these two card pools came out, Clairvoyance became completely blind.

PS2: Lafite has released a wedding dress! Hiss, hiss, hiss!

PS3: We will issue a notice next, I hope you understand.

Chapter 110 I was timid during the exam, but now I strike hard

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When they knocked on the door for the first time, their eyes turned to the actual owner of the box.

"Wait a minute." She stopped everyone from opening the door. "Let him knock again."

As if to confirm her words, the person knocking on the door started knocking in a strange rhythm after getting no response. Mary, who had been sitting on the Diaoyutai, suddenly became restless.

"You guys go to the cubicle first, I'll handle this."

Although he didn't know what Mary was up to, he still left this space to them after seeing Alvin's eyes.

"Why are you still here Alvin?"

"As your newly hired butler, this is my duty."

"Then I declare you dismissed."

"Your dismissal is invalid, Mary."

He opened the door, and waiting outside was Claviere, who had "defected" to the mortal enemy. Having saved his life by accident, he knocked on the door of the past with trepidation, but the person who greeted him was a person he never wanted to see again.

"It's you..."

Alvin put his finger on his lips, signaling him to keep quiet, then stuck his head out and looked left and right on both sides of the corridor for a while before letting him in.

The once bustling place is now a thing of the past. What is extremely ironic is that the woman who has always been excluded is now the only person sitting here.

"Long time no see, Baron Clavier." She had a blank expression on her face, tapping her hand lightly on the table, a thin silver ring between her fingers gleaming faintly.

That was not the ring she originally had. That ring was as gorgeous as the ones worn by His Royal Highness Louis XVI and the Queen, but now she had replaced it with this ordinary one.

It seems that the rumors are true, he sighed inwardly.

"Yes, it's been a long time, Ms. Roland."

"I want to know, is this your personal behavior, or is it on behalf of Mara and the others?"

“…both.”

"Tell me about it."

Who would have thought that two parties that normally had such sharp conflicts that they would never have any dealings with each other would now sit at the same table to negotiate? This was undoubtedly a negotiation between a lamb and a wolf. She had no bargaining chips at all, and from the beginning, there was actually no room for negotiation.

——The above are the scenarios that Mary had envisioned at the beginning, but the actual situation was far beyond her expectations.

"Was it Marat or Robespierre who asked you to come and negotiate?"

"Of course it is Marat. That young Robespierre does not have the power to command me, although everyone can see his talent."

"What is the relationship between the top leader and the second-in-command like?"

"Although Marat intended to promote him, Robespierre was not satisfied with this. Fortunately, Marat could still suppress this inflated young man for the time being."

"That's a good thing."

When Alvin heard the news, he felt sincerely happy for the first time. Even though Marat had various problems and sent Lavoisier to the guillotine in Samson, it was already good compared to Robespierre.

At this point, we have to sigh at Napoleon's emotional intelligence. He decisively established a good relationship with Robespierre, otherwise he might have to report to Samson.

Compared with Robespierre, a leader who was easily inflated, made enemies every day, and was so stubborn that he almost got himself killed, the current situation couldn't be better.

No, not necessarily. Perhaps we need another Saving Private Lavoisier, and Charlotte Corday as the X-factor...

Still a headache.

"Go back and tell them this. We can discuss this matter in detail after the Level 3 meeting. Perhaps the three companies all need an opportunity to sit down together and have a good talk."

"Will Lafayette agree?"

"When it comes to interests, nothing is off-limits."

Mary just sat there and watched them complete the negotiation in front of her. After Clavier, who got the answer, left, she called Alvin.

"Did you plan all this?"

"Which answer do you want to hear?" Alvin walked to the door and opened it. The people who were sticking to the door to listen to the gossip all fell to the ground with a bang.

"It hurts, it hurts, Rousseau, you're too fat!"

"Forces work in pairs. Francois, you're so fat, so it's not impossible for you to be a meat pad."

"Hey! My situation is completely different from yours! I'm just a piano player, someone come and save me!"

He squatted down and looked at the eavesdropping trio with a kind smile, but what he saw in their eyes was a look of achieving comprehensive well-being.

A big "danger" appeared above their heads.

My life is over!

Of course, nothing happened. Napoleon was just contacted to ask for a can of pickled food from Northern Europe.

Don't worry, it's definitely not a herring.

"So Alvin, you traveled across most of Paris that day just for that nun?"

Although she already knew the nun's name, Li Xiang did not say it directly.

"Charlotte Corday, this name should be familiar to you."

"Is that the lady who assassinated Marat?"

"She was not motivated by personal revenge, but killed a 'great villain' at the expense of herself, for the sake of peace and to save a hundred thousand innocent people. Ironically, the Revolution went completely out of control after her death."

The fear of death, the turmoil of desire, the distress of life, the boredom of life, the emptiness of existence, all these emotional contents need to be faced by a human individual alone. Such a colorful life is exactly what Romani Achiman yearns for and expects.

“This is the hymn to humanity,” she said with emotion.

And no one noticed Ritsuka at this moment.

When she heard the name, she couldn't help but shed tears.

It was a journey of life and death. Those heroes who left a glorious name in history sacrificed their lives one after another just to get to the door.

She still remembered that it was Christmas.

"The fate of the world, humanity, and pan-human history is in your hands."

What’s even more regrettable is that she is the only one who knows such a wonderful and tragic story, and those who have experienced it with her know nothing about it.

For example, Mashu.

For example, the male protagonist who is loved.

For example, the orange-haired figure seen on the sea.

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PS1: I took six exams in the first week, one exam this week, and the last exam next week...

It's outrageous

PS2: A B’s New Year’s Eve party…it’s really something.

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Chapter 111: We conquered Versailles

《Shocked! The delegates actually fought in the conference hall!》

《The Runaway Emperor! Is this really what we need?》

"What do we see when we look back at the Voltaires?"

All of them were accusations against Louis XVI. After all, he was the only king who had done nothing in all these years.

Please, you are the king!

Show some of the dignity that a king should have!

What does it matter if I’m kicked out of the venue by a bunch of untouchables like this!

Selfish, indifferent, arrogant, and neurotic were the characteristics of Parisians at that time, but this seemed to be natural at the time.

After all, what is France without Paris?

In their view, these provincials were born to serve them as Parisians, so when the Girondists entered Paris in a high-profile manner, no one was not panicked, but fortunately they had become part of history and would no longer pose any threat.

I hope they won't regret this.

"To be honest, it has the feel of Fleet Street, but it feels like something is missing."

"Then look at this."

Alvin took the newspaper handed to him by Rousseau, and the three clear big words on the front page made his hands tremble.

"Is about to be officially promoted? Mrs. Roland and her new lover appeared at the Menil Conference"

"..."

He turned his gaze back to the first column of the newspaper's front page. Although the letters were no longer familiar, he could still recognize what they meant.