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

At the door of the church, a figure appeared. His clothes were soaked, and drops of water kept dripping from his clothes, hitting the ground with a patter.

"Is Miss Sister here? Someone wants to pray."

From Joan of Arc Alter's perspective, the person who came to pray in the heavy rain had no light in his eyes and seemed to be saying something. She tried to decipher it, but it was simply a fantasy to ask an illiterate village girl to do this.

"Thank you, Lord,"

"Thank you for all the grace you have bestowed upon me,"

"Thank you for all the pain and insults you have endured for me"

"Oh, most merciful Saviour, friend and brother,"

"Day by day, may I know you more clearly,"

"Love you more deeply,"

"Follow you more closely,"

"Amen."

This was undoubtedly an extremely ironic scene. The dragon witch who destroyed the world was praying for the pagans in the church that was the holy place in the minds of the believers.

"Thanks, bye."

He left without looking back and closed the door of the church. Joan of Arc Alter knew that he would never come again.

"Feel sorry......"

The roses on the rose window could no longer withstand the storm, and they kept begging for it to stop, but all they got was an even more severe attack. This was just a microcosm of those flowers that were not moved into the house in time.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier. The water of the Seine River has spread to the streets of Paris. Paris, which didn't have much rain in the early spring, has now got everything it deserves, including capital and interest. I just don't know if they will complain too much or something like that.

Indeed, I couldn’t make that choice.

I realized again that I can never become Fujimaru Ritsuka.

As expected, I can't save the world like Ritsuka.

He walked unconsciously, aimlessly, yet with a trace to follow, still holding the encyclopedia tightly in his hands, unwilling to let go even though it had lost its temperature.

Do you hate yourself?

It's you, what? Are you here to laugh at me? Now you can not only watch as much as you want, but also do anything according to the customer's requirements.

【You are not the Alvin I know.】

People always change. Do you want my body?

【...】

You see, I really have this idea, right? Just take it, don't mind it.

[What do you look like? What's going on with that look, those tears? Can these tears of yours save the world? ]

How can you, the Devil Pillar, care so much? Who do you think you are?

【...】

Let me be quiet for a while.

【it is good. 】

After that, it was very quiet around him, no sound of rain, no sound of running water, and no sound of talking.

I'm so tired...I really want to take a rest.

It was raining so hard that he couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.

At this time, his body was hugged from behind.

The man's body was somewhat soft, and although his clothes were also wet, he still had a warm breath.

"We found you, Alvin, let's go home."

PS: I didn’t dare tell them, I didn’t know how to face it

I am the only one who knows about the camera. It was installed on the 13th and discovered on the 21st.

I don't know how to say it

Chapter 125 Rest In Peace

snake.

Alvin rubbed his eyes and confirmed again that he was not seeing things.

It was truly a gigantic "snake", much larger than he had imagined. Outside of it there was nothing to watch or listen to.

All the influences of worldly behavior come from it and are influenced by it. Although it is incredible, this is indeed what Alvin feels.

Then, everything around it shattered in an instant, and the spinning snake gradually turned into dust and dissipated, disappearing...

Then, the sudden feeling of weightlessness woke Alvin up from his dream.

"Where is this?" He looked around blankly.

Looking up, the sky was clear, the haze had dissipated, neon lights were hanging in the sky, and warm sunlight was shining through the windows, as if yesterday's rainstorm had ceased to exist.

"This is... Mary's house, I see."

"Are you awake?" The bedroom door was opened and she walked in wearing gloves, holding the cooked porridge.

"Mary. I..."

"Don't say anything, I know." She put the porridge on the bedside table and took off her thick cotton gloves.

"But I-"

Mary placed her delicate white fingers on Alvin's lips.

"I told you, I know everything. This is not your responsibility."

It was at this time that he saw the changes in Mary.

Her face was covered with wrinkles and dark circles under her eyes, but her azure blue eyes, with teardrops, showed a look of relief and indescribable tenderness.

"Has there been any change in me?" She didn't take it seriously and just thought it was normal.

"Thank you."

If love is a law, then falling in love is an accident.

He can't.

"Because of the heavy rain yesterday, the navigation conditions in the lower reaches of the Seine have become very severe. Mr. Voltaire and his team will return later than expected."

"How heavy was the rain yesterday?"

"The river levels are rising because of the heavy rain, not just the heavy rain."

"It's enough to cause a flood..."

The two of them chatted with each other casually, just like they were having a normal chat. If you didn't know them, you would think they were a loving couple.

"Mary, come here, I have something to tell you." Alvin motioned for her to come closer, and it seemed that he was going to tell her something secret.

"What's the matter? Why do you have to do this? There are only two of us at home—"

Her eyes went dark and she fell into Alvin's arms. Alvin just held her, holding his mother's hair in his hands and combing it strand by strand.

"Thank you for your hard work. You've held on for so long." He touched Mary's smooth forehead, felt the different temperature emanating from her body, and shook his head with a wry smile.

"What a stubborn fool."

Alvin stood up from the bed, pulled back the covers, and held her wrist, only to see bursts of green light emanating from her wrist.

In such a heavy rain, he didn't take any protective measures and was still holding on after being soaked for who knows how long.

unacceptable.

After personally confirming that Mary's condition had improved, Alvin put the hand under the quilt. According to the dean, it would be fine after a good night's sleep and sweating, and he believed it firmly.

"Now, have a good rest." He picked up the dinner plate and walked out, skillfully shutting the door with his foot. This was not a difficult thing for ordinary people, but it became different when it did not make any sound.

After washing the dishes skillfully, Alvin came to the living room and wanted to light a cigarette subconsciously, but after thinking of the maid Margaret's tireless warnings, he gave up the idea.

He leaned back on the sofa, looking bored but more confused.

"Is Mr. Siegfried here?"

"I'm here, Mr. Alvin."

"Tell me, if I had been faster, could I have changed everything?"

"...With all due respect, I beg to differ."

Siegfried seemed to want to say something, but seemed to be hesitating about something and didn't know how to make a decision.

"I want to hear your voice, Mr. Siegfried."

"Even if I had to do it again, I would always choose to take the Rhine Gold."

"...Is that so? I see. Thank you, Mr. Siegfried."

Siegfried left, he knew what he should do at this time.

The living room, which was once bustling with activity, is now filled with quietness and silence. At least, that is how it should be.

Why does it smell like second-hand smoke?

"So you are here." Montesquieu was holding a pipe in his mouth and resting his elbows on the sofa. This image would probably make those who knew him feel that his image collapsed.

"Smoking is not allowed at home."

"It's okay now, Mr. Alvin." Margaret walked in at some point and bowed to Alvin.

"You are already the master of this house."

After saying this, Margaret, who looked a little expressionless, went to the bedroom to take care of Mary, leaving Alvin alone with a look of disbelief on his face.

"congratulations."

"This is something worth celebrating."

"I know what you want to say." Montesquieu walked over to the seat next to him and sat down. "Jean-Jacques Rousseau. You don't have to blame yourself so much for his affairs."

"But--"

"Let me ask you, what is a heroic spirit?"

"It is the existence of a hero whose great achievements have been passed down as legends after his death and who has become an object of faith."

"So we have already died once." Montesquieu shook the pipe in his hand and narrowed his eyes.

"People should live in the present moment."

"Voltaire spent his days on the Champs-Elysees, Rousseau volunteered at the Foundling Hospital every day, and I prefer to read a book alone with a cup of black tea in the afternoon. Try to connect these with our behaviors in life."

This is completely the opposite of how they behaved when they were alive.

"Look, you've already given the answer yourself." He looked as if he had expected it.

"Perhaps in the future you will understand that the time spent repairing the singularity, the days spent with the heroes, and the moments when you still yearn for light in difficult situations, are what you must do."

“It’s not about the destination, it’s about the journey.”

"In the end, you will find that the bonds that come together can defeat everything."

"Humans are filthy, but I just like filthy things like that."

A book appeared in Montesquieu's hand, and the crooked handwriting and the tortured Gabriel announced its identity.

"The last thing he left behind, 'The Confessions', came to me after his accident. It contains what he wanted to say to you."

"Why don't you open it and take a look?"

PS1: Things are unpredictable, cherish the people around you.

PS2: This is not true at all...

Chapter 126 The Snake Never Reveals Its Secret

"Where are you going today?"