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

Le soleil=The Sun=The Sun=the world's authoritative gossip media, it may not be good at anything, but the gossip that appears in it is definitely at the official level.

The problem is... you showed up too early.

“Please give your acceptance speech.”

"I'm going to kill this bitch Murdoch."

In fact, this French version of the Sun was produced by a joint effort of Alvin's friends, and it seems that he has been fooled.

Because of the inexplicably planned large-scale fight, the reason for convening a meeting announced on the first day was not announced to the representatives attending the meeting.

"But I personally think that as a special meeting held when encountering financial or political difficulties, it is probably for the purpose of taxation at this point." Alvin sat in the second-floor box that symbolized the aristocratic status of Paris. Looking down at the representatives, he felt a sense of absurdity in his heart.

Two provincials made headlines when they got into a fight in Paris...

Because of the large-scale fight yesterday, the Menil Hall, which was originally used as the venue, was no longer available, so it was natural to reach a consensus to hold the Estates-General in Versailles.

Louis XVI appeared again and stood on the balcony. He looked at the seated representatives with great satisfaction. He finally regained his dignity as a king. However, as a king, he actually lost control of the media, which made Alvin feel dislocated in time and space.

Well, just like that policeman.

"Representatives of the church, representatives of the nobility, and citizens, welcome to the Palace of Versailles. I believe you all understand the reason for convening the Estates General at this time. During the Hundred Years' War, our predecessors went through all kinds of difficulties and processed these fine beefs and sent them back."

On the streets of Paris, Joan of Arc, who was waiting in line to buy caramel pudding, sneezed for some reason.

"That's weird... According to common sense, Servant shouldn't catch a cold. That's weird."

Revelation is always used in some strange places.

"As those who have once again attended the Estates General after 175 years, we are undoubtedly lucky, but at the same time, we are also unfortunate. This symbolizes that our beloved France has once again come to a critical juncture of life and death."

"The war of forty years ago has already caused serious impacts. This completely unnecessary war has made our situation even worse." Louis XVI stared fiercely at the second box on his left. Lafayette felt a little scared and quickly shifted his gaze.

How could I, a founding father of the United States, become the prime minister of France?

"There have been natural disasters year after year, rising prices, and large-scale famines accompanied by rising mortality rates. I have made some efforts to address this, such as reforming the currency, but unfortunately the results have been minimal."

"One person's power is limited. Everyone, it's time for us to do something."

Art comes from life. In places he can't see, some older people have fallen asleep. This long and boring opening speech is very similar to those of leaders at various opening ceremonies. God knows how they can speak so long.

"I hope that at this meeting we will discuss topics such as limiting the press and improving the death penalty."

When the representatives heard this, they felt it was okay. Although it seemed that the news published was undoubtedly his personal opinion, after thinking about it, it was not too much. At most, it was a pity that they would never see royal gossip again.

As for the method of death penalty, quartering by chariot is indeed not very humane. According to some unreliable news, the young master of the Charles family who is responsible for executing the death penalty seems to have had in-depth discussions and improvements with His Majesty the King on improving the death penalty plan.

The first two proposals seemed okay, at least everyone could accept them, but some people knew that this was not the highlight.

But the fools didn't care about this detail at all, they had even started celebrating. Looking at his colleagues who had already started celebrating, Mara felt something was wrong.

That's it?

So you've been laying the groundwork for so long just to tell us these two things?

"Mr. Marat, what's wrong with you?" Robespierre, who was originally celebrating, turned around and saw Marat's face still very serious, and he felt confused.

“Isn’t this something to celebrate?”

"Robespierre, you don't think that this is the end of it."

"Uh...how do you say this?"

"Your Majesty, the King has not declared the meeting over yet."

At this moment, Louis XVI looked at the letter in his hand and mentioned the third topic with a smile.

"——And the matter of increasing taxes on the Third Estate."

In a short period of time, the huge conference hall turned from a sea of ​​discussion into a place of silence, so quiet that one could hear one's own breathing.

"The agenda for this Level 3 meeting is limited to these three items, and no other topics are allowed to be discussed. Finally, I hope everyone enjoys the banquet tonight."

After expressing the words that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time, Louis XVI felt the joy that he had not felt for a long time. At this moment, he just wanted to go to the Grand Trianon Palace to have a long-lost battle with his lover, and then continue to study the works of the child Samson.

How wonderful life is!

"Huh, it's finally over. It's time to leave." Alvin stood up from his chair, walked to the handrail of the railing and looked at the representatives downstairs. There was no doubt that the scene was exactly the same as what he imagined.

"Everyone, it's time to start work tonight. Some people can't sit still any longer."

PS1: The souls of the heroes under the guillotine of Samson can probably circle the moon three and a half times...

PS2: Among the TOP20 this year, I, Ni Lao San, probably have no chance of competing with the top three.

PS3: I will take the exam tomorrow.

Chapter 112 I'll tell you about this wall I climbed before

Arno looked at the pocket watch that was lost and found again. The glass of the pocket watch had been broken in the past, and the minute hand always pointed to the top and never moved again.

"Arno, we should talk about this."

Arno, who was still alive and kicking after being shot on the roof, put the pocket watch into his inner pocket, turned away from the portrait of his girlfriend, and walked arrogantly as he had already thought of a response.

"What's going on? Is this the sixth time? Or is it the seventh time? I think you should develop a new hobby to be good for your health."

"Actually, I think playing cards gives me a chance to breathe some fresh air and get some exercise."

"We'll settle this account later. I have to go into the city for something, and I have to take care of Alice before I attend."

When he heard the girl's name, he instantly became alert from his originally careless attitude.

"Is Alice here?"

"It's only for one night. She'll be back in Paris tomorrow. Forget about the guards. Stay here and see if Oliver has any chores for you to do."

"You don't have to wait and see, you will definitely do it."

"—what did you say?"

"Give my regards to Alice." Arno, who had just been in high spirits for a short while, became depressed again. After watching his guardian leave, he walked downstairs helplessly to face that ugly face.

"Why haven't you been kicked off the streets yet?"

"Oh, you must really want to do that, huh?"

"That just breaks my heart."

"The horses at home need to be brushed, boy, go quickly."

"Yes, sir. (It's terrible)"

After brushing the horse at the door, Arno closed the door for his adoptive father and watched the two dark red carriages disappear on the street. At this time, he heard someone's voice.

"Oh my God."

He was a fat man, bending over and panting, and Arno looked at him with some contempt.

This amount of exercise is a bit too little, but the attitude is still important.

"Are you in trouble, my friend?"

"I have a letter... for Monsieur de la Serre... It's very important..."

This guy might have died after catching up with the carriage...

Arno immediately stopped the man.

"Leave it to me, sir."

"He has to receive it at 11:00 today! This is very..."

"Yes, it's very important. I just heard it. I will find a way to give it to him." He said righteously, but was thinking about meeting Alice.

The man holding the letter couldn't help feeling ashamed when he saw Arno climbing the wall after a disagreement.

Unconventional? The de Russell family's servants are really strange...

While the baguette followed the carriage and climbed walls, the Chaldean delegation, which had already finished the Estates General, was basking in the long-lost sunshine in the marble courtyard of Versailles.

As more and more visitors came, the pigeons in the center of the square flew away as if disturbed. A red carpet had been laid out at the end of the road. The street lamps, flowers and seats on both sides formed an extremely beautiful symmetrical pattern. The dark red carriage was a must-have for the nobles to travel. Candle holders were also placed at both ends of the carpet. Everything seemed to be prepared for a banquet.

"Is this...Versailles?"

Although I have seen the pictures taken in Chaldea on the Internet, I felt that way even more after seeing it in person.

"Okay, that's great."

Before she could finish her words, guards appeared from nowhere and ran towards the gate, scaring Mashu. Like a little rabbit, she pulled Ritsuka with her left hand and Ophelia with her right hand behind her.

"Mashu, aren't you the one coming for me~"

"I'm so sorry! I was just too nervous!"

"But, well done." Alvin gave Mashu a thumbs up. "A Servant's first priority is to protect the Master's safety. Mashu did a great job on that."

"But then again, what on earth is going on? Why are these soldiers and guards suddenly so agitated?"

"Well, I think I heard the word 'courir'. They should be catching someone." Amadeus said his guess without hesitation, and everyone looked at him unanimously.

“Do all you musicians have such good hearing?”

Not long after, two gunshots were heard from the other end of the street.

"This is too casual... Just shooting in broad daylight?"

"Local characteristics, local characteristics, that's what Paris is like." The three Frenchmen explained to Ophelia in unison, and they also thought about that guy.

If you lower your international image in front of foreign tourists, you will definitely suffer the consequences!

At this moment, Alvin's action of putting his hand on his forehead aroused people's curiosity.

"What are you looking at?"

"Nothing. I saw a young man climbing on the roof."

Look at this Arnold's unconventional look, it's really him.

Having said that, Ezio did not have time to send the letter to his father, and Arno was unable to deliver the letter to his adoptive father due to urgent matters. Is this the fate of the master assassins?

"Let's go, tonight will be a sleepless night."

"Are we really going to attend the party?" Ophelia objected. In her opinion, the top priority should be to find the hiding place of the Black Joan of Arc.

"Of course, that's why we're here, to make allies. Ritsuka, who are the most famous Heroic Spirits in France?"

"Mademoiselle Jeanne, Monsieur de Gaulle, General Joffre, Monsieur Lavoisier, Pétain—"

"This guy is absolutely impossible!"

"I think I know who it is." A confident smile appeared on Ophelia's face. Despite the eye band, she looked uniquely beautiful.

"It's 'Emperor', right?"

"Let me make it clear in advance that you can't enter the dinner dressed like this." Mary, who had been watching from the sidelines for a long time, ended the conversation, feeling a little sad.

Their world...I simply can't fit in.

"So I need your help, Mary." Alvin quietly held her hand. Even though his hand was cold, she held it back even harder, as if he would disappear the next moment.

The distance between the palms is the distance between the hearts.

Arno was feeling a little depressed at this time. The letter wasn't delivered, the invitation wasn't there, and he was being kept at bay by the two guys. This was a terrible day.

He began to flip through the books in the study.

"The Tragedy of the Lost World, it's so tragic."

"The Memoirs of Mr. D'Artagnan. Alice's favorite."

"Descartes's The World, something I will never understand."

"I can slip the letter under the door so he can read it when he comes back."

Arno stood in front of the office door, hesitated for a long time, and finally stuffed the letter under the crack of the office door.

"Put it here. It's safe and harmless. It's just a slight delay."

"So now... let's go to the palace!"

Sometimes you just have to believe that fate is what it is.

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PS1: The exam is over