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

Of course, it's just a fantasy.

"I have to admit that your Lordship is truly a genius. I can sense your love for France." Marat praised, but underneath the disguise of these words filled with praise, he was deeply shocked.

Compared to him, we are nothing.

"I think there is room for improvement," said the most distinguished woman present. "The part about the third class is not perfect, and the preface is... too short?"

"As you said, this whimsical work of mine still has many shortcomings, which is why I am willing to share it. I hope that you, as a member of France, can give me some advice."

"As for the preface, I think this is the way to go." She took the ink bottle and filled the pen with ink. When she wrote, she always liked to shake the pen for a while before putting pen to paper, as if she was thinking about something, and then she started writing quickly.

Alvin looked in the direction of the light and saw the girl, as gentle as jade, writing seriously and attentively in the entanglement of light and shadow. The words under her pen were black on the paper, and every stroke was unrestrained and beautiful, so beautiful that people dared not look directly at her.

"If this bill is submitted, this Estates General meeting may be the last one." Lafayette leaned back in his chair, tilted his head back, and pinched his nose bridge with his hand to relieve his fatigue.

"And this is just the beginning." Robespierre was ready to fight the army. "His Majesty will definitely call the army to Paris to suppress it."

"Avoid it if you can."

Although Lafayette, as a nobleman, also maintained his own private army, he was still unsure whether he could seize the initiative once a country's military machine was up and running.

"I have finished the revision. You may have a look at it, sir."

"No need. I'm sure everyone here knows Madam's abilities very well. So Madam, are you really not going to join us?"

Although he knew the chances were slim, Lafayette extended the invitation.

"Hey! At least don't poach people in front of us!"

She smiled at the invitation again.

"No, I think this is fine, and I don't want to get involved in those things anymore."

"Well, I wish you a happy life." He shook his head with some regret.

"Well, everyone, we'll see you the day after tomorrow. It won't be so easy then."

After they left, Alvin was curious about what she had changed.

"By the way, Mary, what did you change in that half hour?"

"Nothing. Aren't you reading the Complete Works of Marx and Engels? I found the content in it quite good, so I referred to some of it... Alvin, you look a little off. Do you have a fever?"

"No, Mary, something terrible has happened."

PS: I spent the whole day mediating today...at least I managed to hold on.

Chapter 128 What is an international painter?

After taking the No. 11 bus again after a long absence, Lixiang now misses the days of taking boats and horse-drawn carriages. After all, it is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality.

"Matthew, how far are we from Paris?"

"Senior, although I know that due to the sudden flooding of the river, we cannot return as originally planned and can only take the land route, but you don't have to ask me several times a day, right?"

"--It's still about an hour's journey, and we are already in Greater Paris." After making a rough estimate, Ophelia made a suggestion that even Lixiang himself found unbelievable.

"Let's take a rest first."

"Ophie?"

Ophelia turned around when she heard Ritsuka calling her, and subconsciously touched her face when she saw Ritsuka staring at her.

"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

"You've changed a lot, Aoife."

"Really? Thank you." She didn't understand the meaning of Ritsuka's words, but just took it as a thank you. "After all, we have been walking for so long, there is no harm in taking a short break."

"But it's really strange that it suddenly rained so heavily upstream that we couldn't even get back by boat. As far as I can remember, it hasn't rained this much in France this year."

"Mr. Voltaire, do you remember the last time it rained?"

"That was probably two years ago, at least in Paris. But luckily I got back before then, because I thought I had no chance."

"before that?"

"On June 17, Louis XVI listened to the proposals submitted by representatives of all levels of the three-level parliament. I think at that time, almost all the hidden things under the water will surface."

"In that case, let us set out! Let us go to Paris in one go!"

"Kalixiang, didn't you just take a five-minute break?"

"Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures. I'm leaving now."

What a strange request. Ophelia still couldn't understand Lixiang's series of actions. After smiling bitterly and shaking her head, she still followed him.

But an hour later, Ritsuka regretted it.

“What is… happening?”

She looked at the devastated streets. The road surface under her feet was cracked, gravel and water were everywhere on the ground, and there were countless cracks of varying sizes. Fish from the Seine River were flooding the streets, but no one was dealing with these creatures swimming in the water.

"I think I roughly know where the rain is falling." After seeing the water level of the Seine, Lixiang felt more fortunate.

Fortunately, we left Rouen early. As the lower reaches of the Seine, the situation now is probably similar to that of Venice.

"The question now is, how do we get back? Take a boat?" Ophelia pointed out this key question. "Servants can transfer by spirit transformation, but what about us?"

"If we want to lower the water level, I think I can help." Hokusai looked nonchalant and even used the paintbrush in his hand to tease the fish in the water.

"Right, Daddy?"

Oh, I really have to thank Mr. August William Dress. Although the four attributes of water, fire, earth and wind and the Old Ones are not recognized by the world, they are of great help at this time.

"Please, Miss Arong!"

"Leave it to me, I will paint it thoroughly." A Rong stopped teasing the fish, and the paintbrush as tall as a person appeared in her hand.

"It's time to work, Daddy."

A Rong spread out a scroll out of thin air, and a person and an octopus came and went on the scroll. The shape of waves gradually appeared on the originally blank scroll, and under their feet, the accumulated water was slowly receding.

"Is this a live re-creation of The Great Wave off Kanagawa?" Da Vinci's voice came out, sensing the presence of his fellow travelers.

"Ritsuka, Mashu, although I'm a little embarrassed, could you please ask Miss Arong to give me this painting?"

"I'll give you this painting as payment for being a customer." Arong said this after he finished painting the distant view of Mount Fuji.

"In fact, this is a light job. Oh, by the way, I can draw pictures of broken magic screens, comics, and even modern erotic pictures. I'm willing to take any kind of pictures."

"Oh, it's done." Ah Rong put down the brush in her hand, and huge waves and three ships appeared in front of them. Because there was no color, it looked a little plain, but with just a few strokes, it seemed like a scroll was unfolding in front of them, vivid and lifelike.

In contrast, the water on the road has receded, taking the fish back into the Seine.

"I'll leave the coloring to you, Daddy."

"Oh, I still don't understand it to this day. Of the 36 paintings that Daddy drew, this one sold the best. Even the printed ones sold a lot. In the end, I remember that more than 8,000 copies were sold in total."

"Wouldn't that be nice?"

"But the problem is, the price of a painting at that time was only enough to buy a meal for me and my father!"

“So cheap!??”

"Yes, it is that cheap. Look, Daddy will paint it right away. If you look at the finished product, you will know that we were losing money at that time."

It's not like Ritsuka hasn't seen this ukiyo-e before.

The rolling waves rushed towards us like a huge monster with bared fangs and claws. The hill formed by the surging waves in front formed a sharp contrast with the Mount Fuji in the distance. In this strange contrast, everything was inexplicably a mess.

And in front of this painting painted by Katsushika father and daughter, she discovered something different.

The people on the boat had changed from their original appearance to green octopus heads, and the waves were no longer blue but red. Apart from that, it was no different from what he remembered.

"Daddy!"

After seeing the result of coloring, the girl Arong picked up her paintbrush and swung it at the octopus beside her, but due to the weight of the paintbrush, the octopus dodged it easily.

The octopus is laughing, and laughing madly.

Arong made a decision. She threw away the paintbrush in her hand and decided to go up with bare hands.

"Ah, sorry, because of some reasons of my father, this painting is not the one you want." A Rong, holding the octopus in his hand, apologized to the people of Chaldea with an apologetic look on his face.

"Strictly speaking, this painting doesn't belong to any of the Outer Fuji or Inner Fuji paintings, or any abandoned designs. It was just something Daddy drew in the middle of the night on a whim."

"Dad called this ukiyo-e 'Feelings in the strange sea off Kanagawa'. It is neither one of the thirty-six paintings of the outer Fuji nor one of the ten paintings of the inner Fuji. Instead, it is a unique ukiyo-e."

"But I don't like it." Her mood began to become depressed. She stroked the octopus's head with her hand, her eyes fixed on the Ukiyo-e floating in the air.

"After that, Dad went crazy."

PS1: That’s right, the purpose of this chapter is to produce A Rongchu!

PS2: Can I vote?

PS3: The little sparrow is so cute.

Chapter 129: Wanting to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and carry wine with it, but it doesn’t look the same. Young man travels

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"Miss Jeanne, Miss Jeanne?"

Joan of Arc looked a little strange, and she stared at the church on the Ile de la Cité in the center of the river. The sun slowly moved away from the stone floor under her feet and rose along the straight front of the church. Under the shadow, the reliefs on the front were raised, and the huge rose window in the middle was like the eye of a cyclops, reflecting the blazing fire of Thor's furnace, emitting a flame-like light.

"Ah, it's Mashu, what's wrong?" After coming back to her senses, she smiled at this cute junior servant, indicating that there was nothing wrong with her.

"It's probably because of Mr. Jill's matter."

Jeanne's smile froze on her face.

"In fact, we all know that it was you who finally gave him redemption."

"Although I still cannot approve of Mr. Gill's behavior, if it were me, I would do the same when someone around me is in danger."

"So Miss Jeanne, please raise your head and keep fighting for those we love and those who love us."

"Mashu, you..."

"Oh, yes, these were all taught to me by someone, but unfortunately I have forgotten who he was..." Her face showed a gloomy expression. That was a very important person, Mashu believed it firmly.

"Let's go, Mashu. They are all waiting for us. There are still many things waiting for us to deal with."

I hope that was just an illusion, Joan of Arc thought. After all, how could she be allowed to hide in such a noble church?

"I am back!"

"This is information about possible Assassin classes. A conservative estimate is that there are more than one of them. They may fight as a group. Of course, we cannot rule out the possibility that they have special skills that allow them to split into two."

"The assassin who meets these characteristics can only be Hassan Sabbah. I have encountered them in the Shadow Servant state before, but I didn't expect them to really appear here." Alvin wrote down the names of the Hassans he knew on the information handed over by Montesquieu.

Cursed Wrist, Silence, Hundred Faces... He wrote down the names of the seventeen Hassans on the paper, but he hesitated at those two.

Shadow Lantern and Fanatic.

Will these two answer the call?

The Snowfield City where he lives has never had an incident like a natural gas pipeline explosion or a theater roof collapse since its construction, and Flatt, one of the main characters, has never even been to the other side of the sea.

That should be... no problem, right?

"What's wrong? What are you thinking about?" Li Xiang's face came close to him, and the warm breath she exhaled gently touched his ear.

"Fujimaru Ritsuka, you're too close."

"Have it?"

He turned his head to look over and met Ritsuka's light blue eyes.

A white and slender neck, long and soft black hair falling to the waist, a delicate oval face under bangs, a pointed chin, tightly pursed pale pink lips, and a pair of eyes as calm as water, with undercurrents flowing within.

Alvin shook his head and crossed out the two names. After all, the first level was too difficult and might easily discourage people from trying.

"Don't worry about the emperor's attitude. As a heroic spirit who has come to answer the call of this land, he will definitely stand on the same front with us."

"So Ritsuka, can you tell us what happened to you in Rouen? Otherwise, it will be difficult to explain in my report that I 'brought back a Servant when I went out.'" Alvin pointed to the girl who was chasing her father.

That was the woman he couldn't get, so he could only leave her in the cold pool. Mr. Lu Xun, I am guilty.

"Ahahaha, this is a long story."

"We can make a cup of coffee and talk slowly, everyone."