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

"You, what's that expression on your face? Listen carefully, if you want to save this singularity, come to Paris and challenge me! But considering the relationship between us, maybe I will make it easier for you then."

After the black bad girl snapped her fingers, the space shattered like a mirror. Unfortunately, there was no knight war or anything like that. Jeanne looked around and found herself still in that square, the square where the wyverns piled up like a mountain.

"Sheila, Aoife, I really don't know what to do otherwise." Ritsuka looked at his own hands. The three scratches from the previous scratches were no longer there. Only the damaged magic costume still had traces of the battle.

Ophelia wiped the sweat from her forehead, and Mash finally breathed a sigh of relief after personally confirming that the wound had healed.

"Honestly, you really scared me just now. You should also pay attention to Mashu. After all, she..."

Ophelia hesitated to speak, as if she was worried about something.

"I should be able to handle this level of damage. Mashu, open the inside of the shield. I remember I left two sets of magic costumes inside before I set out."

"Understood, Da Vinci."

She placed the shield horizontally on the ground. In order to prevent such unexpected situations, Leonardo da Vinci specially asked the technical department to work overtime to develop several sets of magic costumes. Now, it is time to inspect the results.

"Dangdangdang, everything is as expected. How about it, Ritsuka, how about wearing the same magic costume as Atlas Court? This is something that Olga Marie has never tried before!"

"Ms. Sion, you showed up at the perfect time... unexpectedly good?"

Can I say that this is not the first time I have used this set of equipment? Ritsuka thought of the magic equipment he had in the first round and protested that he could not inherit the equipment in the second round.

"I'm back." Jeanne appeared in front of them after she had finished her spirit transformation, looking a little unhappy. "I just met the Dragon Witch, but not in person, of course."

"What happened?"

"We'll tell you the details of what happened later. Now, go ask Jill what happened to him."

Notre Dame de Paris

"are you awake?"

Jeanne Alter suddenly raised her head, looking a little tired.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Alvin. There have been too many things going on in the church lately and I'm a little tired." The white-haired nun felt a little embarrassed. She was clearly studying, but she fell asleep in the middle of her study.

"It's okay. I have a lot of things to do recently. How about this, Sister Sister? Leave this dictionary here. You can study it yourself when you have time. After all, I can't come here every day."

"Yeah......"

An emotion called "regret" arose in her heart.

"Then I'll leave today. My friends are waiting for me to have a drink." Alvin packed up his things and prepared to leave.

"Let me see you off, sir."

It has been a wonderful journey. At the beginning I just wanted to find something to do when I was bored, but now I have become accustomed to it and even enjoy it.

Well, when the time comes to destroy Paris, I will let Mr. Alving, who provides me with entertainment, live.

"We're at the door. Thank you, Miss Sister."

In the summer evening in Paris, night is about to fall. Although there is still the afterglow of the setting sun in the west, the sky above is already full of stars, a brilliant sight.

"Um, may I know who you went drinking with?"

"My friend who interned with me at the law firm is named Rousseau, who has the same name as the master. So goodbye, Sister."

He waved his hand and walked towards the busiest place in Paris. The Avenger, Joan of Arc Alter, stood still when she heard his name.

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PS1: He is indeed the most loving knight.

PS2: This move of the new third generation girl is really amazing.

PS3: Just stay at home and don’t go out. I’m so scared.

Chapter 122 Confessions

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"That Robespierre, what can I say..."

"You can believe it now, right? If things continue like this, his ending will not be good."

The two people stood at the intersection, watching the red carriage gradually go away and disappear around the corner of the road.

"Are you going to tell him the truth?"

"The truth will disrupt a person's life, that's all. By the way, are you going back to Paris tonight?"

"Of course, after all, I still have things to deal with over there."

"Let's go drink and celebrate tonight, at the place Francois frequents most often. I always carry Francois back home, so this time it's your turn to carry me back."

"No problem, but I need to take Mary back first."

"tracheitis."

"cut."

The place they chose was a tavern on the Champs-Elysées, the same one Voltaire often visited. At this moment, Rousseau, after being "kicked" off the carriage, stood in the center of the world calling for love.

"Go to hell, you winner in life!"

In this bustling place, people will subconsciously let down their inner guard, which is why thieves are like fish in water.

Rousseau was naturally also targeted, but the trouble was that he was not encountering an ordinary thief, but a well-trained one.

Hassan the Cursed Arm leaped straight onto the roof and landed silently on the crystal clear glazed tiles. He then took a few quick steps, jumped over the narrow gap between the side hall and the back hall, and stopped somewhere on the roof.

From his perspective, the entire Champs Elysees was in full view, and it was not easy to find the target here.

"And it has to be in a place with little traffic. It's really a tough job."

He lurked like a hunter, and what a hunter lacks the least is patience.

And the prey can also sense that something is wrong.

"Want me to quit? You're 20,000 years too early." Rousseau quickly plunged into the bustling crowd, greatly increasing the difficulty of the game.

"What a cunning prey."

According to the hunter, when the cat doesn't want to play with the mouse, the mouse has no chance. Cursed-arm Hassan still managed to squat on him.

As Rousseau walked along the path towards the tavern, he suddenly stopped.

"Hello, nice to meet you. What can I do for you?"

"I want to know who hired you." Rousseau looked at the shadows under the streetlight and made an invitation. "Assassin, Hassan the Cursed Wrist."

"Don't you know it's dangerous to walk alone on such a narrow path? Caster, Mr. Jean-Jacques Rousseau."

Under the empty street lamp, a skull-faced assassin wearing a black cloak suddenly appeared.

"You are really well-informed. Do you want to make a deal?"

"I agreed."

As the words fell, rotating hexagram formations appeared on both sides of the street, on the ground and in the air, blocking Hassan of the Cursed Arm's escape route while also cutting off his own retreat.

"I lied to you. You need to repent. To the people you killed, and to my friends who left to protect me."

"--Denis Diderot."

A book appeared in his hand. It looked very ordinary, with a tacky cover design and a cover that was extremely unfriendly to color-blind people, but it was extremely precious to him.

"So it's here with you. I was surprised I didn't find it then."

"Even if it comes into your hands, you won't know how to use it." He turned to the first page, on which was the compiler's name.

"This is how the Encyclopedia is used." Rousseau snapped his fingers in the air.

"Demarrage—"

A small black hole formed out of thin air under his feet. The black hole gradually expanded, like a passage connecting to another dimension, and began to devour everything madly.

"An encyclopedia, as the name suggests, is a book that summarizes all knowledge in human history or a certain knowledge category. I can find the information I want anytime and anywhere. In this world, I am omniscient and omnipotent."

The expression of arrogance appeared on his face for the first time in a long time, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent. His smile was arrogant, cunning and cold.

"Are you ready to die?"

"Inherent barrier? It seems that I have to kill you here even more."

Despite being unable to move, the experienced assassin pronounced his death sentence.

"Then let's try it."

If wisdom were truly superior, arrogance would not be excessive.

He flipped through the encyclopedia in his hand. The folds on the corners and the pieces of paper stuck in the book all indicated that the owner flipped through it several times a day.

"Hassan of the Cursed Arms, the leader of the Assassin Cult, Hassan Sabbah, is one of the 19 leaders of the Assassin Cult who have inherited the name "Hassan Sabbah". His real name is Hanam, which is an abandoned name."

"I see. There is actually such a past."

With a snap, he closed the encyclopedia, which immediately disappeared from his hand, and was replaced by another flashy book.

The reason why it is called garish is because of the cover: a statue of the naked angel Gabriel from the Renaissance period is used as the cover, and below it is a line of "Les Confessions" in the crooked font of a preschooler.

And this is Rousseau’s own treasure and the greatest achievement in his life.

Confessions

"Please look!"

"That's what 'I' did, that's what 'I' thought, that's who I was!"

"Listen to the teachings, reveal your heart, these are my confessions..."

"Be banished to the darkness."

Despite what they said, at this moment there was light inside the inherent barrier. Angels were singing hymns and listening to the confessions of those who were lost. The people who had been freed were about to return to the embrace of the people, and it seemed that Hassan the Cursed was doomed.

"It must be very uncomfortable to be punished to stand there and wait for death." He held his forehead with his left hand. The excessive use of magic power made Rousseau feel a little dizzy, but fortunately this guy finally left the stage.

A sparse drizzle began to fall in Paris. Amid the fleeing crowd, Alvin was accidentally knocked down and the dirty water splashed on him.

"Sorry, sir, I didn't mean it..." A hooded girl apologized to him repeatedly.

"It's okay, kid, just be more careful next time." He patted his clothes, as if he was patting off the stains on his body, and then took the girl's black hand.

"Go home early." After saying that, he went forward against the flow of people. However, the girl did not leave immediately. She just stared at the man's back in a daze.

"sorry sir."

The tavern jointly recommended by the two masters of the Enlightenment was not far from him, and he soon arrived at the intersection.

But once you turn the corner, the world becomes quiet.

"I'm sorry, Alvin, I'm breaking my contract."

Under the dim street lights, Rousseau's somewhat helpless smile was revealed, and a few seconds later, his figure collapsed.

PS1: Is there anyone?

PS2: Happy New Year, and I hope you will receive more red envelopes

Chapter 123: Man is born free, but is always in chains

I don't know who said that when a person is dying, his life experiences will flash back in his mind.

It is only a short journey from Geneva to Lyon, but for Rousseau, every trip between the two places is a change of identity.

Not long after he was born, his mother died of illness, and his unreliable father moved away because of a lawsuit. Before the age of eighteen, Rousseau basically lived a poor and embarrassing life by relying on others for support.

During this time, he had a wide range of career experiences, from carpenter apprentice to philosopher, as well as being a thief, a servant... and a gigolo.

- But think about it, the relationship between 28-year-old Madame Warens and the then 16-year-old Rousseau did not seem to constitute any violation of the criminal law, at least that was the case at the time.

But then again, as the promising young people of the new era, when a charming and charming girl who can win people's hearts and give you a smooth landing appears in front of a new commander, I believe many people will offer the red pointed ring worth 600.

It's all the same.

By the way, CYbiss.

That's why after Rousseau learned about Alvin and Marie's complicated affairs through his own unique source of information, he tried his best to bring them together.

We are all molybdenum refiners!

The result was that when his lifelong enemy Voltaire became famous in Europe, he was a gigolo; even though he was able to enter various banquet halls in France at that time, he was still a gigolo; and when he met Voltaire, he was still a gigolo, kept by a beautiful noblewoman.