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

Lafayette, who was standing nearby and watching the show, felt deeply sorry that the scene could not continue. He originally wanted to see a wonderful debate, but he pulled the handbrake at the critical moment.

What a pity, what a pity.

"Then let's begin. The first meeting of the motion meeting regarding His Majesty the King's speech on today's issue begins now."

Ten minutes after Lafayette announced the start of the meeting, everyone sitting in the row remained silent. This surprised him as the recorder. In his memory, everyone present was a very talkative type. How come they all became silent after sitting down at a table?

"No, why don't you guys talk? Why are you all sitting here staring at each other?"

"I just think there is no need to discuss His Majesty's remarks."

Robespierre stated this well-known fact and ruthlessly exposed Lafayette's attempt to whitewash Louis XVI's behavior.

"Rather, your behavior is too obvious, Your Excellency. It's so obvious that we are embarrassed. Although your stance is understandable, I still want to remind you."

"Remember the boy who was hunted by the whole of France?"

The sharp remarks left Lafayette no room for maneuver.

When Lord Lafayette was 19 years old, despite the joint blockade by Great Britain and France and the nationwide wanted warrant issued by Louis XVI, he successfully broke through the encirclement and went to the New World, which changed his life.

Robespierre, who came from a lawyer family, spoke without any mercy. His words were sharp and hurtful, and every word hit the pain point. Seeing this, Marat realized that the atmosphere was a little wrong and quickly suppressed the young and energetic Robespierre.

"I'm sorry, Lafayette, but young people are too impulsive."

"It's okay, I don't mind."

Although he looked nonchalant, he had actually already blacklisted Robespierre in his heart and completely excluded this guy.

A person with extreme personality, overconfidence, self-centeredness and lack of human understanding will lead France onto an unknown path. Compared with this person, Marat is easier to get along with.

Lafayette's gaze turned to the silent Alvin again. For some reason, he always felt that Madame Roland's butler could arouse his interest more.

——It’s like seeing my past self.

"In that case, how about we not discuss this issue and directly discuss the proposal to be submitted at that time?"

This idea was unanimously agreed upon by everyone, and the originally dull atmosphere changed instantly. After all, although everyone present had conflicting political views, they all shared the same goal when it came to saving Soldier France.

"...It is obvious that the Estates General has lost its original role in restraining the king. We now need a legal document that can legalize the system." Mary pointed out the Achilles' heel of the Estates General. "And don't forget that the king can dissolve the Estates General."

"I have some ideas about this myself. The Articles of Confederation and Perpetual Union of the United States and the Declaration of Rights and Liberties of Great Britain may serve as a reference." At this moment, the knowledge Lafayette learned from Washington came in handy.

Mara, a former member of the Royal Academy of Sciences, expressed reservations about this plan: "Enact a constitution? This is indeed a good answer, but unfortunately the voting rights are not complete, and the attitudes of the church and monks are still unknown. Moreover, can we really win the vote?"

"Your Excellency should have a solution."

"My faction and I should be the ones who win. According to the equation, we should win by a narrow margin in the end."

"What about the other two topics?"

At the end of the first meeting, Robespierre was surprised that no one present mentioned any other topics.

"The death penalty method does need to be improved. I'm afraid everyone agrees on this, not just us. As for restricting the press and publications..."

"——Who doesn't like gossip?" Alvin said without even raising his head while packing up the materials.

Just don't let it happen to me, he added inwardly.

"Sir, what's your name?"

"Alvin, just call me Alvin. I'm currently Mrs. Roland's housekeeper."

"Are you interested in joining us Jacobins?" he invited.

"I'm sorry to have to obey."

He decisively declined the invitation.

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PS1: The stone man with one eye stirs up rebellion across the Yellow River.

PS2: The temperature is over 20 degrees Celsius in the coldest days of winter. I am dying.

PS3: It is more practical to buy skins than to drain operators.

Chapter 117: Grand Mystic Quick-Teaching Program

"Marie, what do you think of Robespierre?"

After everyone had left, they, as the last ones to leave, strolled side by side on the carpeted corridor. The hall on the first floor had returned to its tranquility. The men and women who had met at this banquet should be making love at this moment. In comparison, these two seemed so out of place.

"I think he's dangerous."

With every second she spent with Robespierre, the danger index continued to increase, but she herself couldn't explain why.

"So, how about making this guy disappear?"

"what?"

She looked at Alvin's face, and because the light in the room was dim, she could only see the corners of his mouth that were raised.

At that moment, she found that she was so far away from him.

"Uh... just think of it as a joke from me, but we have to hurry up, or we'll be in trouble."

"After all, those guys who make groundless accusations are very difficult to deal with."

【You are in. 】

So you are still alive.

[Has the friendship between us become so fragile? ]

You know it in your heart, Alvin said unhappily.

[You are still quarreling at this age. Forget it. This time I just want to remind you that Robespierre cannot be killed.]

What if I really want to kill him?

So, let's see what happens next.

The voice of the Demon Pillar gradually faded away, and was replaced by Mary's anxious voice.

"Alvin, Alvin, wake up!"

When he came to his senses, he was already sitting in the carriage. What he saw was the worried look on Mary's face, and his eyes became gentle.

"Are you too tired? You didn't look right just now."

"Probably. It's probably because there were too many things going on these days and I didn't get enough rest. It's okay." Alvin gave her a reassuring look, signaling her not to worry.

"Mary, you too, please be careful."

"Um......"

She concealed the truth. In fact, the change in Alvin's expression just now was more than just "not quite right".

Madness and calmness, rage and peace, appeared on his face like an axial symmetry, as well as that creepy smile. At that moment, I felt so far away from him.

Tonight, Alvin chose to return to the team and he was going to reap the fruits of his labor.

"I'm back. Any news about Caster?"

"They are all in the living room. What you want is there, but compared to this, I was asked to contact him."

"It won't happen again, Mr. Shay."

"But compared to this, have you thought about that proposal?"

"...I need to think about this again. After all, this is not a trivial matter."

"You will say yes."

"hope so."

After a brief exchange, he came to the living room with a cup of coffee in his hand. The three people who had conducted the research seemed to be discussing something, and it seemed that they had disagreements on some issues.

"Did you come to any conclusions?"

"I don't know if it's his obsession or if he did it on purpose. Where do you think he is now?"

"Wasn't Paris the site of the decisive battle?"

"The answer is Rouen, where Joan of Arc was burned at the stake."

"It's not Orleans?" He put the coffee in his hand aside, took the file handed over by Rousseau and began to study it.

"If it is Rouen, it must be the square where the burning took place. How long does it take to get from Paris to Rouen?"

"Four days by the Seine, a week by land."

"Chaldea, this is Alvin."

This was far beyond his expectations. According to past experience, Joan of Arc Alter and Gilles de Rais were inseparable. If she met Bluebeard in Orleans, then Joan of Arc Alter would be either in Orleans or in Paris, and vice versa.

But this time it is different. Gilles de Rais, who used the Holy Grail to "summon" Joan of Arc Alter, is now in Rouen, far away from Paris. It is unknown whether he will advance alone or use himself as bait.

"This is Chaldeas, I'm Olga Marie. According to Sheba's observations, the source of Jeanne Alter's magic power is still in Paris."

"We must divide our forces."

"That's where the problem comes in: who should be sent to Rouen?"

"Isn't this a simple thing?"

"After the Estates General, Louis XVI will gather troops from all over the country to the outskirts of Paris to deal with emergencies. If a mutiny occurs, we are all in Rouen, what will you do?"

"The Fortress Besieged? That's a very good book."

"I mean, if something happens, we might not be able to provide support. Especially now when the number of enemy servants and their situation are unknown, we must be more cautious."

"Don't worry, I'm fine here. Take Voltaire and the others with you."

"I request that this proposal be rejected. I cannot accept this proposal. Chaldea can no longer bear any more losses."

Chaldea has its own considerations, and Alvin has his own considerations. The entire living room fell into silence. He remained silent for a long time, and the stalemate froze every inch of the air into ice.

"How about this? Ritsuka, Mash, Ophelia, Jeanne, and Voltaire go to Rouen to deal with Gilles de Rais. I, Alvin, Miss Aku Hinako, and Mr. Montesquieu stay in Paris to deal with the situation. How do you think this plan is?"

"That's it." After they reached a unanimous decision, they cut off the link.

"Thanks."

"I'd like to hear your reasons and motivations."

"Lafayette's Servant is Acrher, whose real name is Napoleon Bonaparte, the emperor. The emperor will never watch his country suffer."

This was actually Alvin's own statement, but the actual situation was completely different. The Emperor of France was in the same boat with him.

"In that case, why did you hide it from them?"

He leaned back on the sofa and smiled faintly, with a hint of self-mockery and some ambiguous meaning.

"You may think I'm crazy, but I think even if all of us were in Rouen, something would probably happen."

Some Noble Phantasms have the ability to reverse the situation at a critical moment. Gilles de Rais, as a Caster, is naturally not one of them, but the situation is completely different now.

Gilles de Rais, the "Blue Beard", is not a heroic spirit, but a ghost who has not been executed and has lived in the world for more than three hundred years.

"He is not a regular magician and does not have any magical skills." This evaluation is already outdated information.

Grand Mystic Gilles de Rais, perhaps this title is more suitable for the French Marshal who faced taboos for 300 years. His control over this Italian translated magic book is probably no less than that of the person who gave the book to him.

The book is called Prelati's Spellbook, but it is also known by another name:

The R'lyeh Text

There is no doubt that everyone was fooled this time.

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PS1: 300 years, do you know how fun the playful Type-Moon is?

PS2: It seems to have taken off... in every sense.

PS3: Sirius, I need social security ahh ...

Chapter 118 The Streets Are Really Quiet

"So..."

Ritsuka looked very unhappy, and kept tapping the wooden board with his toes. Not only was it very regular, it also sounded extremely pleasant, provided that one ignored the dissatisfied expression of the performer.