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

I'm gone

I am already preparing for Ma Yuan's opponent in the make-up exam.

PS2: Of course, the infinite pool still needs to be refreshed. This time my goal is 300——

What, 2.1 is not yet passed? That's fine.

PS3: Now you still have to play with a big bug, it's amazing.

Chapter 113 The night here is quiet

"Why is the door locked?"

When Patrick came back from fishing and saw that the door of his house was locked, he couldn't help scratching his head. He had to climb up and down again after traveling thousands of miles. He was no longer the flying self he was when he was young.

"But fortunately, some room was left in the design." He walked to the backyard, pulled the rope that appeared from somewhere, and flew up.

"Fortunately the window is not closed." Shay jumped in.

"It seems that my skills have not declined." He dusted himself off, went downstairs from his study, and went to see if they had left any clues or something.

There was a piece of letter on the table. Voltaire's somewhat sloppy handwriting was uniquely legible. Shay studied it for a long time before reading the message he left from the cursive characters:

We went to Versailles to attend the Estates-General.

“I guess taxes will have to be increased.”

This is no secret. Everyone can see that the economy is in recession. The only difference is who the target is.

"Is Mr. Shay home?"

Looking through the peephole on the left door, the person knocking on the door was a messenger-like man, but the Templar emblem was clearly visible on the envelope he held up.

He opened the door from the inside.

"I'm Shay."

"Here is your invitation."

"Thank you."

After announcing his retirement, he had not received any letters from the Knights Templar for a long time. Compared with the local Knights Templar in Paris, he had experienced ups and downs and had extremely rich life experience, so he preferred to go fishing in the upper reaches of the Seine.

Dear Mr. Shay Patrick Komar:

It's been a long time since we last met, and I miss you very much. Thank you for your careful guidance of the French Templars. Today is the day when my daughter, Alice de Russell, becomes a Templar. On this important day, I sincerely hope that you can be the guest of honor at the banquet at the Palace of Versailles at six o'clock tomorrow night.

Finally, may the Father of Insight guide us.

Sincerely, François de Russell

"It was written by hand... I have to go there, but Versailles is not a good memory."

French clothing is free and unrestrained, yet gorgeous and complicated, luxurious and calm. Choosing which dress to wear to a banquet was an extremely headache for people at that time. Shay, who followed the local customs, was no exception. If possible, he even wanted to wear the Knights Templar uniform with rich Irish national characteristics.

"By the way, where is Akagi Hinako?"

"From what Senior Ake said, it seems like he volunteered to stay and look after the house."

"Is it really okay to let her stay alone?" Alvin thought of the reputation of the grumpy old mustard, and then thought of her aesthetic style...

As expected, I decided to stay and look after the house.

Akagi Hinako, who was far away in Paris, sneezed for some reason, and she thought it was quite strange:

"Am I... degenerating? Or have I been thinking of myself as a human being for too long?"

Of course, this was just a small episode for her, and soon she immersed herself again in the book in front of her.

"Wow, what a bold human! Do humans nowadays like to expose their sexual fetishes so much?"

The title printed on the cover is The Confess.

As night fell, the distinguished guests who received the invitations came to the Palace of Versailles one after another. Those names that were familiar to later generations would be the guests of this banquet, and a troublesome problem was placed in front of Arno.

"Maximilien Robespierre, without any companions." The person reporting at the door announced the name of his companion behind him.

"...Let's try it first." Arno thought so and went up to try his luck.

"Arno, a knight from the monastery of Dejianmei." He made up an identity on the spot and tried to get away with it, but the ruthless

"Please take out your invitation."

"Uh, well, of course I have an invitation, I'm just on my way here."

"No one is allowed to enter the venue without an invitation. Please do not block the people in line behind you. The next person is invited."

"Shay Patrick Cormac, can he be considered a friend of de Russell? If he is a companion... this is him." He pulled the somewhat melancholy Arno back. "This naughty boy has caused you trouble, sir."

Shay stuffed a small bag of Goldston into the guard's hand and kept winking at him. Having gained the advantage, he did not make things difficult for Arno.

"Shay Patrick Cormac, with two companions."

"Let's go, boy." He pulled the child whose father he had killed into the Palace of Versailles.

"Charlie Gabriel Hewitt, with two companions, next in line!"

"Why are you helping me?"

"If I hadn't been there, you would have climbed over that wall. The bad thing is that your clothes are exactly the same as De La Serre's. You can't cut corners like that."

"Old sir, have you known my godfather for a long time?"

"We met thirteen years ago."

"Then I would like to ask you here, old sir. If my foster father blames me, please help me."

The night is dark and silent, with brilliant fireworks blooming in the night sky from time to time. The light is dazzling to the extreme, and the sound of burning fireworks is as gorgeous as flowers. Clusters of bright lights bloom in the sky, and the colorful and bright colors instantly light up the dark night sky.

Now Alvin had only to step into the hall where the ball was held, and the head officer with a key chain on his back would bend down and open the door for him, as if presenting him with the key to the city gate.

He turned around and looked at the people of Chaldea behind him. Masahiro felt that her back was a little tight and was asking Ritsuka to help loosen the belt. The battle-hardened Ophelia was explaining the precautions.

The purple evening dress has a faint lace edge on the chest. White fingers wrap the beautiful purple lace around Mashu's wrists and fingers, layer by layer, long lace, thinly wrapped around her wrists; the pure white skirt, low-cut shoulders, set off the skin like jade. Ritsuka thought this outfit was a bit too revealing before, with this lace jacket, at least the shoulders and chest will not look so exaggerated.

By the way, these were all chosen for them by Ophelia. As the top marriage partners in the Clock Tower, this was the first time I felt envious of the mercury maid of the El-Melloi family. This is what a professional is.

Well, I must order one after the burning of Renri is over!

Although Lanis will definitely raise the price...

Well, if Lanis's offer is too outrageous, then asking the Grand Puppeteer for help might not be a bad choice.

"Girls, are you ready? This is hell ahead." He signaled the waiter to open the door.

"There will be big news tonight."

PS1: I am so annoyed by the luggage, fuck

PS2: I actually had a mysterious sense of confidence that I had not failed any exams...

PS3: Back to the starting point - HLTVTOP11

Chapter 114: Gunfire at Versailles

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The courtesy of the bourgeois is less cordial than that of the aristocracy, but it is more agreeable.

Since the courtesy of the bourgeoisie is combined with respect for others, no letter from any prince, no invitation to any party, was more precious to de la Serre than an invitation from an old friend to be a witness at a wedding or just to attend the wedding.

Don't try to seek respect and praise from others. Respect will always turn into contempt, and praise will always turn into slander.

"So who's going to take over this place? Another king? Or another member of the council with a different role?"

“Really, this is indeed a problem.”

"The first and most necessary thing is a truce. What next?"

"Maybe we should find some time to talk about this in detail." The guy pointed at the man with a scar on his face who came in through the door. "The guy from North America is here, I have to leave."

“Is this really not something we can discuss?”

"This is the bottom line, my friend." He hugged the Grand Commander and then quickly walked away from him.

"Hey, de la Serre, long time no see."

"Long time no see, Mr. Shay. Can you hand over the young man wearing my clothes to me?"

Arno realized that the situation was not good and was about to slip away, but was grabbed from behind at the last moment.

"So what does it mean to wear my clothes, Arno?"

"Well... since I'm here, I think I should just stay here. And I think we should solve the problem in a non-violent way."

"I'll let you go this time. Go find Alice. She should be in the Hall of Mirrors where the ball is being held." He waved his hand to let Arno leave, which was exactly what he wanted, so he went to find Alice with a smile.

"In fact, it's enough to just attend briefly as a courtesy."

"Yes, but this time is different. Today is my daughter's ceremony."

"Congratulations." He congratulated. "Then I won't bother you anymore. My friend is still inside. I hope you have a good night."

Arno came to the banquet hall on the west side in a straight suit. The attendant opened the two facing carved wooden doors for him and invited him into the hall in a standard manner. Faced with such courtesy, Jack seemed a little reserved. He smiled reluctantly at the attendant to show his gratitude. Perhaps he realized that his smile was not natural enough, so he left the attendant in two steps and walked to the dance floor. In this case, he could hear clearly what the people around him were discussing.

"Mary, he didn't come?"

"She doesn't like this type of dinner party anymore. They are all the same and a waste of money."

"Then why don't you go up and show off?"

"That's not necessary. Salieri will think I'm here to mess things up. But is it okay for you to just look at them like this?"

"You have Ophelia with you. You see, those playboys don't dare to come up. But Ritsuka...it seems like this is not the first time he has faced this kind of situation. He seems very experienced."

In the spacious hall covered with tiles and red carpets, it is both a dance floor and a stage for actors, and there are also distinguished guests in gorgeous clothes walking around.

In the dance floor, Fujimaru Ritsuka was like a proud and elegant swan. Regardless of what would happen in the present world, she was the best in terms of the elegant demeanor of women in that era, with her delicate, light and indescribable elegance, which made many people intoxicated.

But how elegant he is now, how embarrassing it was in Shinjuku. Ritsuka still remembers how many times he stepped on Alvin's feet. But even so, when the very big wolf king behind him was running wildly on the road, he ran faster than anyone else, and kept shouting words that sounded like a spell.

"Clearlove, Run!"

Thinking of this, she smiled, but became even more charming. She stroked her long black hair and began to compare it with her previous orange hair.

"It seems that this style of long black hair is more popular than short orange hair?"

The luxurious stage setting and lighting almost made people dizzy. Three locals followed the crowd to find the seats written on the invitation. Snacks and drinks were already placed on the round table. From time to time, the scent of perfume, either seductive or elegant, passed by them. Accompanied by warm or polite greetings, the playboys once again felt the beauty of the world.

"What do you think of this young girl? She's very much my style."

"No, I think the mature women around her are more attractive."

"That's her mother!"

"——Don't you want to attack her daughter as well?"

The copper smelting master Voltaire and the molybdenum smelting master Rousseau had a profound and serious academic discussion on XP. The Baron, who was no longer surprised, was thinking about a question.

Are all artists perverts?

Who am I? Where am I? What should I do?

"Oh, God, these artists are so terrible." Arno left here quickly, but he did not forget what he came here for.

"I thought the people would have a great time tonight."

"You have also heard the king's order. A new tax system has been announced, and there will be no concessions to any protests. The representatives are not in the mood to revel now." Maybe it was an important conversation, but his only focus was on the woman in green in front of him.

She started running, but Arno was not worried at all. Perhaps at some corner, she would stop, and finally at some corner, he was pulled aside.

"It looks like you've caused quite a stir."

"What else can I say? This is all your fault."

"You're much worse than me."

Then, there was a kiss after a long separation.

"Are you wearing my dad's clothes?"

"What about you?" Arno joked. "Are you wearing a dress?"

"Stop talking. I feel like I'm wrapped in this thing. Like a mummy."