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Chapter 131 Coincidence, or inevitability?

Louis XVI finally waited until the proposal was read out, and his face was dark for almost the entire audience. If he didn't react, he would be a waste.

"The king's actions may be faster than we think."

Before Voltaire finished speaking, the door of the synagogue was opened from the outside.

"By order of the Saint, kill everyone here except His Majesty the King."

Leading the team was a knight in silver-white armor, with a somewhat melancholy look in his eyes and a faint black aura emanating from his body.

"How is this possible?" Joan of Arc found it unbelievable. It was like it happened again yesterday, but more like the dead coming back to life.

Leading the team was Gilles de Rais, Duke of Brittany and hero of the Hundred Years' War.

"Tsk, this speed is too fast."

"So what now?"

"I don't know, but at least we have to do something."

Alvin took out his magic costume, aimed at the several huge crystal chandeliers hanging from the pale yellow ceiling, and pulled the trigger.

The chandelier follows the law of free fall discovered by Galileo, falling slowly from the air, and after making intimate contact with the marble floor, it makes a pleasant sound.

"Help me—"

"Run quickly——"

Chaos ensued, and people scattered towards other exits, trying to grab the last chance of escape.

"Knights, it's time to move." The marshal raised his sword and led the knights behind him, and was about to start a one-sided massacre.

"Be patient, Duke of Brittany."

The voice came from above, but it was impossible to determine where it came from. The experienced Marshal Gilles de Re stopped the knights who were ready to move behind him. Among the fleeing representatives, he shouted to the air:

"Who are you? Can you come out for a gathering?"

"You are too kind, Marshal."

I saw a figure flying out from the second floor and falling almost vertically in front of him.

"I just want to see if the dead person who has come back to life is the same person." Alvin patted his clothes and stretched out his left hand to him.

"Yes, the mystic 'Bluebeard', Mr. Giles de Rays."

Everyone still present had their eyes focused on the melancholy man who had come with the words spoken by the Saint, and among them, Jeanne had the strongest and most concerned feelings.

Is that really you, Jill?

Who, then, was it whom I personally executed in Rouen?

“Hahahaha, hahahaha, hahahaha…”

Alvin watched his performance intently, and under everyone's gaze, he suddenly laughed after a while. The laughter became louder and louder with the shaking of his shoulders, and finally the voice became completely different in the laughter. The face looked particularly strange with big eyes, which verified his identity.

"Oh my, he is worthy of being the one chosen by the Saint. He can see through the truth of things so easily." After being exposed, he did not express anger, but applauded Alvin.

"—and it also took up my time."

Three minutes ago.

"Ms. Joan of Arc, it's time for us to leave." Voltaire said solemnly to Joan of Arc, who was watching every move below intently.

"This is the time he bought for us to retreat before they completely surround this place."

"I really didn't expect Jill to make such a choice." She took one last look and chose to leave.

"Mr. Voltaire, am I really worse than that 'I'?"

"I don't know, because actually, I have never seen the so-called 'Dragon Witch' either."

They stepped over the bodies of those who had died first, and the scars left by the knights were deep and deadly, which was shocking.

From the second floor to the first floor, the carpet became even brighter red, stained with blood from when they rolled down. The blood was so dripping that it was chilling.

"Where are Ritsuka Mashu and the others?"

"They retreated in separate groups, and their destination for regrouping was Mr. Shay's house."

During the conversation, they met a priest who asked them for help. He had a wealthy face and seemed to be of very noble status.

"Help, save me..." He stretched out his hand hard, like a drowning person grabbing a swimming ring.

If the only person he asked for help was Joan of Arc, he would certainly have been saved, but unfortunately, he met Voltaire.

"Hold on for a moment, I'll come to rescue you right away—"

"no need."

In Voltaire's hand appeared a flintlock, which he had found beside the priest.

"Go to hell, idiot."

Gunshots rang out in the synagogue, and the gunpowder penetrated his back, ending his life.

"Mr. Voltaire, how could you do this!"

"God has mercy, but I don't." He put away the flintlock and continued on his way.

Joan of Arc didn't care about anything else and caught up with Voltaire to question him.

"Mr. Voltaire, how could you do this!"

"You wouldn't say that if you knew that this extremely wealthy guy had sucked the blood of countless families in France without your knowledge."

"Do you remember this Pierre Cauchon?"

Joan of Arc was silent, and admitted that not everyone was as pious as she was.

"…I'm sorry, Mr. Voltaire."

"It's nothing. We are all human and to make mistakes, even I have made many mistakes myself."

"What I want to say is that Joan of Arc is no longer a saint, but a village girl from Orleans who was just burned at the stake."

"What???" Voltaire turned around in disbelief, his mouth opened like the Pea Shooter. At the other end of the hall, Mustard Hinako and Ophelia were killing everyone.

"Huh." She casually brushed the hair around her mouth back, holding a saber that she had picked up from somewhere in her hand. Facing the situation of being blocked in front and pursued from behind, her face flushed, and the blood in her body that had been dormant for a long time began to boil again.

How long has it been?

She has seen the rise of humanity and the passing of the past. To Mustard Hinako, life is a play that never fades, so she just regards it as a natural law, no matter how the world changes.

"I like humans and I also hate humans, so, go to hell." She took the hand of Ophelia, who was dealing with the pursuers behind her, and chopped down those who blocked her way.

Ah, the taste of blood, but unfortunately it's not the kind I want.

Aku Hinako felt a little regretful, then in front of all the knights, she kicked the door open and left with Ophelia.

It turns out that you can always trust Akagi Hinako.

"Senior Aku Hinako, you, you, how can you run so fast?" Ophelia said she was fooled.

Who knew this shut-in could fight so fiercely? He ran so far without even taking a breath. We were fooled. Everyone was fooled.

She thought Aku Hinako was on the first floor, but actually she was on the fifth floor!

"Since everyone has left and I have lost so many troops, how can I compensate for my losses, Mr. Alvin?"

The crystal of the chandelier reflected Alvin's still smiling face, as well as Ritsuka and the others who were watching the live broadcast through the pinhole camera in the badge on his chest.

"How about this, I'll go with you. I think the Dragon Witch will definitely be satisfied."

Alvin was taken away under their gaze, but it did not end there. From Chaldea's perspective, there was still a heroic spirit left here.

Soon, the heroic spirit appeared in front of the Chaldean group in the form of a spirit.

"Well, this note told me."

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The Emperor of the First French Empire, Napoleon Bonaparte, appeared before them in an unexpected way.

PS1: OG's corporate culture is ruthless handshakes! Kill Leo!

PS2: MSI... maybe the teams from the strongest region will be on vacation at home.

PS3: All 57 emperors have graduated, but the server shutdown cannon has not come out yet. I am torn.

Chapter 132 The Legend Begins Here

Marseille, a city you won't want to leave once you arrive, especially after Lyon was inexplicably destroyed by a "natural disaster", the flow of people is much greater than before.

But this was too much for Napoleon because of Louis XVI's own suspicion. He had just reported to the Raphael Legion stationed in Strasbourg for a month when he was pulled to Marseille again in a mighty force.

He had even gone to ask Alvin what fun places there were in Strasbourg, but he was transferred right after the four-week training ended. He didn't even get to see the cathedral he mentioned, which had been under construction for more than 200 years. He could only watch the unfinished cathedral, which only had one tower, getting farther and farther away from him.

In Napoleon's view, there was nothing special about the design of the church. Just like a misprinted banknote is more valuable, it is understandable that the unfinished cathedral with only one tower became famous.

Of course, it’s not a complete loss.

At a social event with the local city guard corps the night before leaving, the drunk captain hugged the equally drunk mayor and composed a song in the alcohol-induced hallucinations and high enthusiasm.

It sounds pretty good, but the speed of transmission is too fast. Napoleon, who was originally bent over the table and calculating, couldn't stand it.

The workers in Marseille sang this song and went to work in a mighty procession.

The club in Marseilles plays this song at the beginning and end of every meeting.

The Maasai also sing this song while marching.

Just as Arabic numerals were not invented by Arabs, the Battle Song of the Rhine Legions composed in Strasbourg became the Marseillaise.

MD, why was I assigned to the artillery? How can I calculate the track traces in this situation?

He looked at the triangles on the drawing and felt overwhelmed.

Using the three sides of any triangle as edges, construct three equilateral triangles outwards. The center of the circumscribed circle of these three equilateral triangles is exactly the vertex of another equilateral triangle.

It's obviously a very easy thing, but in this situation, I just can't calm down and calculate it properly. There is not much time left, so how long will it take...

"Go down and have a look."

The garrison of Raphael's newly arrived Legion in Marseille is right near the port of Marseille, where the water is deep and the harbor is wide, without rapids or dangerous shoals. If you buy a ticket here, you can reach his hometown, Corsica, in two hours.

Almost everyone knows that Corsica wants independence, and almost all Corsicans know that their largest source of income is closely related to the 200 regular flights to and from Marseille each year.

This is where Napoleon struggled.

By the way, the artillery dormitory where Napoleon was located was the building closest to the road, which is why his blood pressure has been so high recently.

Downstairs a man was dying, next door a choir, across from him were young children. Upstairs two people were laughing wildly, and there were also sounds of playing cards. In an unknown alley a woman was crying for her dead mother.

Human sorrows and joys are not interlinked, I just think they are noisy.

Standing on the beach in Marseille, you can see a gray island in the sea, surrounded by rocks that look like they were cut by an axe or a knife. On the rocks stands a castle with three towers.

The castle was built of gray sand and stone, with round forts on both sides and a square in the middle. In the center was a small patio surrounded by high walls, with only the square sky visible. There were stone steps connecting the four sides, and on the walls on both sides of the stone steps were iron-barred hole-shaped windows and iron doors, which were the cells for imprisoning prisoners.

There are 22-meter-high towers on both sides of the castle. There is a narrow spiral staircase in the tower leading to the top. Walking out of a small corner door at the top, you will reach the rooftop of the Chateau d'If. From the rooftop, you can see a straight rock in the southwest corner of the island, which was once the cemetery of the National Prison.

The answer to all these factors combined is the Chateau d'If, which was a prison used to hold prisoners and where the legend began.

Maybe it was just a coincidence that the Pharaoh returned to Marseille today. It had departed from Istanbul and passed through Naples. This was its maiden voyage.

The platform of Saint Jean Island was immediately crowded with people watching the excitement. In Marseille, the arrival of a large ship is a big event after all, especially a large ship like the Pharaoh, whose owner is a local and built and assembled in the Fuxi shipyard, so it is particularly eye-catching.

"What are you looking at, Napoleon?"

"I'm looking at the men who greeted the return of the Pharaoh, sir."

Napoleon sat at the end of the pier, with the calm Mediterranean Sea at his feet and General Lindenwand, commander of the Raphael Legion, behind him.

After receiving a letter from Paris, he decided to train the Corsican cadet himself, and everything turned out well.

This kid who graduated from military academy has a bright future.

"Does it bother you to see this? As a Corsican."

"How should I put it...it's complicated."