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

"Today, I should go up and down along the banks of the Seine." She sat up from the bed, sat on the dressing table, and combed her hair in front of the mirror.

"After all, it rained so heavily yesterday that many low-lying areas were flooded."

"It seems like it hasn't rained for a long time." He rolled around on the bed like a useless person, not wanting to move at all.

"About a year and a half."

"So long?"

"Yeah, that's the troublesome part, but compared to this." She looked at the man who was still lying in bed and refused to get up.

"You don't really plan to stay in bed all day, do you?"

"How is that possible?" He refuted righteously. "I need to replenish Mary's energy before I can get up."

"How old are you already?"

"Thirteen."

"Forget it. I won't argue with you about this. But, by the way, what about your friends?"

"Everyone has their own things to do. How is it possible that everyone is as useless as me?"

"I didn't expect you to be so self-aware. I remember you were the kind of person who was easily misunderstood by your friends. How should I put it... It's really incredible."

"What are you qualified to say that to me? Speaking of which, Mary." The blond man lying on the bed seemed to want to say something, but in the end he stopped himself.

"Ok?"

"No, it's nothing. Just be careful on the road. Don't run to a snack shop just because you're hungry."

"What are you doing? I thought you were going to propose to me again. My heart was pounding!"

"You are already an old married couple, why are you still proposing marriage?"

After she had tidied herself up, she walked back to the bed and pressed down on the man on the bed.

"It hurts so much! Mary, what are you thinking about?"

"Didn't you say you wanted to replenish your energy?"

"But this is not the way to supplement it!"

Without giving him any time to explain, her lips had already pressed against his. Her waist tightened and he held her. For the first time, she pressed hard on the man's hot lips. His tongue went straight in without hesitation, entwining hers and chasing her vigorously. The familiar masculine scent completely invaded her mouth, as if to devour her lips and tongue.

"I'm dying..."

"See you later, Amadeus! I'm leaving first! When I come back, be sure to play the piano for me!" After saying that, she walked out with a brisk pace.

"Close the door!"

But Queen Mary seemed not to hear these words and left lightly.

Amadeus' day began with him getting out of bed.

In the lecture hall of the University of Paris, Salieri, holding a piece of chalk, was explaining to a group of young students who wanted to go to Vienna.

"How come Mr. Salieri is still talking about Bach?"

"You don't understand this. As the mainstream study subject in Vienna now, Bach is unanimously admired by all the masters."

"Two students in the third row, fourth column, although your discussion of Mr. Johann Sebastian Bach is very consistent with the theme of this class, don't you know that you shouldn't make noise when the teacher is lecturing?"

He tapped the blackboard lightly with the pointer in his hand.

"Now, please come up and play the second movement of Mr. Bach's orchestral suite No. 3."

"How unfortunate~~~"

——What is your relationship with death?

—I am at peace with death.

This is a kind of realization: there is life because of death, and there is light because of darkness.

It's really about accepting the finiteness of life, which we all face, but if you fight it, you'll always be struggling inside.

Don't worry, when we meet again, we will definitely go for a beer.

Jean Jacques Rousseau

Alvin opened the first page of the confession and saw not a preface or something like that, but the handwriting written with a quill pen, which could be seen to be a recent handwriting.

"It's yours from now on."

"But Voltaire—"

"Rather than this, your focus now should be on preparing for when Louis XVI hears the opinions of the National Assembly on June 17th."

Don't lose sight of one thing while focusing on another. The baron pointed out the problem now, and they didn't have much time left.

"I understand. I'll go to Versailles first." He went to the back to call a carriage and prepared to set off alone.

"Mrs. Roland, you are not awake yet, are you?" The Baron shouted loudly on purpose, but Margaret did not come out to dissuade or stop her.

"Thank you, Baron Montesquieu." Mary walked out from the darkness of the wall where she was leaning against. Although she still looked tired, her complexion had improved a lot.

"I have a question for you."

"But it doesn't matter."

"Can someone like me really become a heroic spirit after death?"

She looked a little nervous, her clenched palms were sweaty and cold. Without the bed sheet, her knuckles were white like bones, which made people feel distressed.

"Why not? The uncrowned queen of Gironde, those guys were simply blind, and they deserved this result."

"And Margaret?"

Montesquieu was silent, he didn't know how to answer.

"I see, thank you sir."

Mary left, but there were still people here. Not long after, Margaret, who almost always had a blank expression on her face, appeared.

She said nothing, but bowed to Montesquieu. As an outsider facing such a complicated situation, he had no idea where to start.

"Ugh......"

Alvin was leaning against the corner outside the wall, listening to the conversation inside the house. The carriage that had been pulled out beside him was parked at the door.

Can you?

[In this world where inhibitions have been suppressed, it should be fine. ]

Name your price, I'll do anything.

【Why that? 】

I just don't want to regret it.

[......I see. Actually, the price has already been set.]

What?

【Apple, I need Apple. 】

When Mary walked out of the house wearing a sun hat, she saw Alvin sitting in the driver's seat and whistling at her. She smiled happily and set off for Versailles.

"Hello, ma'am." Margaret said this to her in the carriage. Taking off her maid outfit for the first time, she finally had the opportunity to show the grace and beauty that she should have at her age.

"Margaret?"

"Now I am Margaret, Mr. Alvin Vasak's assistant, ma'am."

"How is it? Do you think it has changed a lot?"

His voice came from outside the car. Mary could anticipate his sly smile at this moment. Margaret turned over the information at hand and placed it on her lap.

"Mr. Alvin asked me to prepare these things. Can you help me, ma'am?"

Why not? She smiled, just as she had when they first met.

"So can you tell me what you did, Alvin?"

"The snake will never reveal its secrets. Let's go, everyone."

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PS1: The more you sleep during the holidays, the more you sleep. I don’t think you will really spend the whole day clapping with your girlfriend/wife, right?

PS2: The supercar T-shirt is really nice (×)

I will always love Shokuhou Misaki wuwuwuwu (√)

PS3: Serious Yuichiro is awesome!

Chapter 127 Must attack a follower with taunt

"During the war that lasted for a hundred years, the French land was occupied the most, which happened to be the period when the internal struggle of the royal family was taken advantage of by Britain. Although the appearance of Joan of Arc became an opportunity to reverse the disadvantage and even fight back, she was also used by the enemy and even regarded as a thorn in the eyes of her companions. Facing Joan of Arc who eventually became a prisoner of the enemy and was judged as a witch, Charles VII, what are you doing?"

“And the tail lesson that mankind has learned from history is that mankind cannot learn any lessons from history.”

Lafayette was stunned.

Who is this new assistant?

Although this is talking about Charles VII, the implication of this is actually too obvious.

He even tried to put himself into the role for a while, but he couldn't go back.

Am I going to be hanged in the end?

Or in front of everyone?

His blood pressure is high again.

"...Sorry, I took the wrong one." Margaret, who noticed something was wrong, explained lightly and put it away, as if she didn't see their expressions.

"I have been studying Charles I, the one across the sea. I am sorry to disturb you all."

Her tone was very serious, and she used that tone to say the most horrible things.

Are these all hints?

"...So our opinion is that we should abandon the practice of the country across the strait and do it thoroughly, overthrow the king's rule, and become our own masters."

"This is simply a fantasy." Lafayette was the first to decide not to agree. Although he was being hunted and wanted, he still stood on the side of Louis XVI.

Well, it’s quite like those guys who pursue girls relentlessly.

"Although His Majesty the King has no interest in governing, but likes drinking, playing with beautiful women, and studying his locks all day long, he is a good man."

"——He's a good man, but he's good for nothing! Isn't this just a way to free him?"

"Why can't you expect the King and Queen to have children? Just like you expected the King!"

"Puff——" Hearing this, Alvin and Mary covered their mouths at the same time to prevent the water they had just drunk from flowing out.

If it weren't for Amadeus, he would have almost believed it. But Louis XVI's thinking was also flawed. It was absurd to go outside if the flowers at home were not fragrant.

"Lord Lafayette, although we all know that you are an innocent royalist, you are too emotional. And Margaret, you should do things step by step, and don't do it so violently right away."

"Well, Mr. Marat and Mr. Robespierre, tell us what you think."

The shameless mastermind behind the scenes played the role of peacemaker here again, and dragged the two people who were originally sitting on the Diaoyutai into the water.

"Well, I think we should take a long-term view on this. After all, this is a big deal." They, who have always advocated radical ideas, couldn't help but back down. After all, this is not a simple matter.

"Then let's put it aside, what do you think, Monsieur Lafayette?"

He nodded silently, indicating that he had no objection.

"Very good, then, Mr. Lafayette, can you let us see your document as well?"

Unconsciously, Alvin had already taken control of the situation at the conference table, as if he was the initiator of everything, while the actual initiator was unaware.

[It implies that the magic is good. ]

He just pretended not to hear, while Lafayette had already produced the document he had brought back from Philadelphia and treasured and improved for ten years.

"The European Declaration of Human and Citizen's Rights, you can see where there is room for improvement."

Nearly an hour had passed since he said this, and the only sound left in the conference room was the rustling of papers.

This document was written by Lafayette based on the federal constitution and the constitutional monarchy of the British Isles, and is full of a dreamer's wonderful fantasies about the United States of France.