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

"Sorry, I'm a black tea person."

"Then I'd like a glass of 82 Lafite, the strong kind."

In the Chaldea control room, after completing the research and improvement of the magic ceremonial outfit of the battle suit, Olga Marie returned here and saw Ritsuka being played around by Alvin, and she couldn't help but get angry.

How could I forget about this!

The social experience of the three Masters + the sub-servant Mashu combined is probably not as rich as that of this magician from Canaan.

"It would be great if Kirshtalia was here. How should we deal with this matter now?"

Even if the records were forged, once a conflict occurred with the other party, the Magic Association would definitely take that record as the standard, and then the 48th Master Candidate Fujimaru Ritsuka would come into their sight, and he might end up being soaked in formalin again.

What kind of director are you if you can't even protect your own men?

She sighed even more as she watched Ritsuka vividly tell Alvin about Rouen's experience.

"That is to say, this beautiful lady and the octopus floating beside her are the ukiyo-e painter, Hokusai Katsushika. Although they are two people, it seems reasonable to add only one person to be considered the existence of 'Hokusai Katsushika'."

"Oh, you are indeed a magician from the observatory. You have deduced the existence of my father and me from such little information. You are really amazing."

"You are ridiculous."

His reaction was normal, just as it was before he left, but Voltaire still noticed something.

——The man who had fought with her for most of her life was gone.

Voltaire saw the handwriting left by Montesquieu inadvertently.

The trouble should end it.

So that night, after everyone turned off the lights and went to bed, when Alvin came down from the second floor, he saw him sitting on the light-colored sofa in the living room, his elbows resting on his knees, his narrow eyes closed.

"Sit down."

"Thank you."

There was a long silence, until Voltaire spoke.

"I met Rousseau when he was 33 years old. I was 51 at the time and he was still an ordinary kid who was unknown to me. I had just returned to France and was received that night. We both went to that dinner, but we didn't know anyone at the time, and then I started chatting for a long time."

"Hey man, what do you do?"

"I'm a...squire."

"That's nothing, man, every man is born free. So where do you work?"

"Mrs. Warren's."

"Of course, in return, he asked me the same question, and I told him I was a playwright. We got along very well and hit it off, and we started chatting. He told me that he liked poetry, especially Dante's."

"Then the guy who hosted the dinner was a little embarrassed and wanted us to go buy some wine. That's when I knew the guy who hosted the dinner was just trying to gild himself."

"He wasn't drinking at the time and asked me, 'François, are you coming?' I said, 'Sure.'

"We both went downstairs, and since neither of us knew much about Paris at the time, we walked down Third Avenue to the end, where there was a store."

"At least that's what I thought it was, but it wasn't. I walked in and the door was locked. The guy inside told me they couldn't sell anything, so I told him we just wanted to buy some wine, but he still wouldn't let us buy it. I then told him we already knew what we wanted and it was there."

“But he still wouldn’t sell it to us.”

"We're closed, man."

"I just gave up, and then he pushed me away,"

"As I watched, I kicked the glass and it broke."

“We ended up buying five cases of wine and were able to save the dinner.”

He laughed as he recalled this past event, as if it happened again yesterday.

"After we parted ways, he began his own legendary journey and became one of the most talented and respected people."

"When we met again a few years later, we all laughed and recalled the night we first met. We also laughed and talked about the new beauty in our lives and shared our emotional problems. Two confused men tried to figure out how to deal with those women."

"He's gone. But I know that when he encounters a challenge, he will hold his head high, work harder, pick up his pen, and fight me 300 rounds in the newspaper."

"Rousseau, what will we do when we meet again?"

"—we'll go buy a case of wine again."

That night, the air was filled with alcohol and tears.

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PS1: The original paragraph is a clip of talk show host Fei Lun recalling his youth. I broke down while watching it.

PS2: There are big news every day due to pneumonia. Are you afraid that we are too idle?

PS3: I, Arong, am sinking.

Chapter 130 People of all France, unite!

"Are you really okay?"

"No x2!"

Mary was skeptical about this. After all, anyone who saw two drunkards lying on the ground early in the morning would be skeptical.

"By the way, how much did you drink yesterday?"

"One bottle." "Three bottles."

"Can you guys just speak with one voice?"

After Mary left, they took out full wine glasses from behind, clinked them against each other, and smiled at each other.

"So how many did we open yesterday?"

"Three people opened three bottles, normal level."

"One bottle per person?"

"One bottle per person."

The glasses clinked together again, stirring up the remaining liquid in each glass, and then they were drained in one gulp.

On this day in history, Louis XVI heard the proposals of the representatives of the Third Estate. Everyone in France knew what the choices of the First and Second Estates were, so most people were skeptical about whether they could complete the comeback from a 10,000 gold deficit in the middle river, and more people believed that they could become their own ATME, and rush directly to the high ground without opening BKB and be killed instantly.

"There are a lot of people coming to watch the fun today."

"After all, they all want to see us make a fool of ourselves." Alvin looked down from above and saw that there were a lot more people than that day.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you."

He liked the feeling of looking down on others, just like those who treated him well in the beginning.

"Who is speaking today?" he asked Ritsuka, who was holding the roster in his hand and trying to decipher the French letters under Ophelia's guidance.

"What's the meaning of naked, falling, Luo, Luo?"

"Robespierre, right?" Aku Hinako, who had identified the name from Ritsuka's strange pronunciation, sat behind her, her glasses reflecting a light of wisdom.

"Aku Hinako-senpai!" Mashu couldn't believe her eyes.

"You actually went out! Has the humanistic burning been resolved?"

"..."

The word "Chuan" appeared on her smooth forehead, and the page of the book she was holding was visibly deformed.

Stay calm, stay calm, don't ruin your image.

"Olga Marie asked me to do this. She said today is very important."

Olga Marie, who was in Chaldea at this time, didn't know that she had been betrayed by her subordinates, but what Aku Hinako herself said was not wrong, there were indeed a lot of magical fluctuations in this venue.

She didn't expect that a sudden impulse would lead to such a situation. She sighed in her heart, it seems that today will be very lively.

"Why did you let that young man report the proposal?" Napoleon, who was also flipping through the roster, asked casually when he saw those familiar names.

"No, I didn't ask him to do that. He asked for it."

"What?" Napoleon raised his voice in vain.

"Yes, that's right, he asked for it himself, Empereur."

Lafayette made three gambles in his life. The first was to go to that continent alone, the second was the team he chose on May 5th, and the third gamble was brought forward because of Napoleon.

He placed his bet on Maximilien Robespierre, a man who seemed to have a deep connection with the emperor around him.

And the fact was just as he expected, the emperor's emotions fluctuated, although only for a moment.

He won again.

"quiet--"

The noise in the hall gradually died down.

"Now, please give the floor to Maximilien Robespierre, the representative of the Third Estate."

It was from this moment that the spotlight began to shine on him.

"Robespierre, Jacobin, read your motion."

"It's over." Alvin covered his face and leaned back in his seat, unable to bear to look, as if he had already anticipated what would happen next.

"what happened?"

"You'll see when you see it."

Outside the hall, the incarnation of Louis XIV was moving slowly towards the ocean. In the newly renovated Salle de la Mesnil, Robespierre was about to make his debut.

“A spectre is haunting France - the spectre of the past. All the powers of France have united in a holy struggle to exorcise this spectre: King and Pope, priests and monks, radicals and police.”

"Who among those who oppose it will not be looked down upon by the enemies in power? And who among those who do not use this crime to retaliate against us who are more progressive and our own reactionaries?"

“Two conclusions can be drawn from this fact: We have been recognized by everyone as a force.”

"It is time for us to speak out to the world about our views, our aims, our intentions and to counter the myth of ghosts with our own manifesto.

"And for this purpose, that is why we are gathered here."

Louis XVI frowned. His rich experience told him that something big was going to happen next, but Ophelia on the second-floor stands didn't hear anything wrong.

"Is this just a declaration? It doesn't sound out of place."

"Of course. After all, this is Mary's work." At this point, Alvin looked at Mary beside him with a reproachful look. The latter pretended to know nothing and even stuck out her tongue at him.

"whee."

"So, ma'am, where did you get your inspiration from?" Voltaire felt that he needed to seek justice for his German neighbors on the throne of heroes, otherwise his share would really be stillborn.

"this is......"

“—It’s my responsibility.”

"I admire you. What are you going to do next?" After seeing Alvin's desperate look at him, Voltaire nodded in understanding and immediately changed the subject.

"Get ready, a fight is about to begin."

"Who?"

"Templier."

After a few words, they stopped talking, leaving Ritsuka and Mashu in the back row staring at each other.

What are they talking about?

As they were talking, Robespierre's speech below was coming to an end.

"We do not disdain to conceal our views and intentions. We openly declare here that our aims can be achieved only by violence. Let the ruling classes tremble at the revolution!"

"We have nothing to lose in this revolution but our chains, but we have a world to gain!"

"All France, unite!"

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PS1: ——I can enter the Brazilian drug trafficking group, so where else can’t I enter?

——Red Crusade Warehouse

PS2: I would be so ashamed if no one knew about Marx and Engels’ Manifesto.

PS3: Watch Faze, the old man in the nightclub, upup