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

"Yes, but they only occupied a small area. The first one was the Raphael Legion, which set out from Marseilles. The commander was General Lindenwand."

"It turned out to be him... I'm in trouble."

The immortal general Lyndon Wan and his red and black flag that never falls became famous during the Seven Years' War. If it weren't for his teammates being so lame, the outcome of the war would probably be unknown.

"Dong dong dong."

There was a rhythmic knock on the door. At first they thought they heard Ritsuka and the others returning from outside, but there was a second knock on the door, and then a third one, which was louder than the previous two.

"lady."

"Go and have a look."

"Yes."

The one who opened the door was Napoleon. He smiled awkwardly when he saw who opened the door. "If I want to come in, I can just transform into a spirit."

Obviously, he did not come alone this time.

"Hello, ma'am, miss."

After that day in the Great Hall, Mary met Lafayette again, probably because they had something to discuss.

"—and the great Monsieur Voltaire."

Voltaire assured that today was the day he sighed the most, even if it was the day he was imprisoned in the Bastille.

"How much do you know about this, my Lord?"

"A lot. The emperor told me a lot of things." After thanking Margaret, he took the cup of black tea.

"Humanity."

"Before our conversation, I would like to ask the emperor, why do you do this?"

"You have already given the answer, Monsieur Voltaire."

Because he is the emperor of the French people, the man who responds to the call of this land must be responsible for all the French people.

Of course, in order to achieve this, he also paid the corresponding price. Who still remembers that at the beginning he just wanted Corsica to be independent?

"I understand. Let's get started, everyone. The battle meeting against the Dragon Witch begins now."

On the campus of the University of Paris, the Jacobins set up a podium and asked the leaders of all this whether it all made sense.

“If you don’t search for meaning, life really has no meaning.”

Robespierre looked at his watch. In a few minutes the class would be over. Whether he could motivate these young students depended entirely on his own ability.

Amadeus, who hadn't been out for a long time, came to the University of Paris today and saw the podium under construction.

"What's going on? Is the University of Paris so rich?" He touched his empty pocket, struggling deep in his heart.

And zu9ih, can only reluctantly give up.

"If I had money would I do this?"

To him, this was just an episode. Because Salieri was late for class today, he had to go out and pull this guy who liked to teach others back to work. After all, the Requiem was almost finished, but at this point there was a problem of insufficient manpower, which made him want to throw down his pen and leave, but after a lot of cursing, he said he would pick up the pen and continue to work.

That guy Alvin, next time I see him, I will definitely capture him and make him a laborer!

At this moment, the window behind Amadeus opened, and a guy with messy hair and dark circles under his eyes popped out.

"Sir, you are too loud."

Although the words were spoken calmly and politely, the anger in his tone could not be concealed.

"Ah, sorry, but if you saw this, maybe you would be less dissatisfied with me."

The sleepy young man rubbed his eyes. When he saw the temporary podium that had been set up, he was speechless.

"Okay, thank you. After comparing, I found that this result is not so unacceptable now."

This guy, don't let me find out who you are. Lavoisier, who was awakened from his sleep, had already written down the detailed information of the clothes worn by the person who was going to give a speech in his little notebook.

In the eastern part of Paris, after walking along May Street to the end, the number of shops on both sides gradually decreased, until the castle at the end, Ritsuka and the others stopped.

It was a castle. There were 8 towers about 100 feet high, connected by a 24-meter-high and 3-meter-wide wall, equipped with 15 heavy cannons, and surrounded by a 26-meter-wide and 8-meter-deep moat, with only a drawbridge connecting it to the outside world.

"Ritsuka, this is the Bastille." Da Vinci's voice sounded in her headphones. The product of the interweaving of magic and technology made people sigh that this was the best science and technology in the world of Chaldea.

——Of course, this is based on the premise that human nature is burned out.

"It's also our primary goal." She put her hands in her shirt pockets. As time went by, she looked less and less like a new Master. Her past experiences and accumulation of knowledge allowed her to gradually take the lead in the team.

"Ritsuka, I'm sorry to inform you that we may not be able to go in and find out what's going on today." Ophelia put on her glasses, and traces of data flow appeared on the lenses.

"He started."

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PS1: The Fan Circle Academy is finally over, which is gratifying. Now we just have to wait for Pingzi to come back to life.

PS2: The dog finally stopped touching me, and my youth is over.

PS3: Daily question: Has any team bought 0 emperors today?

Chapter 135 If your name is Li Hua.TXT

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"Criminal Alvin Vasago."

He was lying on the bed with nothing to do, and turned his head away. The Templar, who was wearing clothes as thick as an isolation suit, was holding a list in his hand and saying his name in an emotionless tone.

"What are you doing?"

"Get out, you are the 7th."

The 7th? Looks like I still have a chance to escape.

You're free anyway, why not stay at home with me...I won't be home later.

Alvin followed the knights out. The usually bustling Notre Dame became very quiet. This was a rare situation, the first time since he came to France.

The bell ringer in the bell tower was gone, the choir that sang hymns during services had disappeared, and the busy priests who were usually busy were all gone. She had never felt so empty.

Silence. The silence confused him.

But time did not give Alvin face. Alvin, who was surrounded by enemies, soon arrived at the church. The door of the church was open, and there was a high probability that Joan of Arc Alter was inside.

"The Saint is waiting for you inside."

Alvin stood at the door of the church. It was no different from that time, except that there was a faint smell of blood in the air.

He adjusted the pin on his chest and walked in as usual.

The worst outcome is death, but so what?

"You came."

"I am coming."

"You shouldn't have come."

"But I'm still here."

"You're here after all."

"I'm here after all."

Every time Jeanne Alter said something, Alvin would replace the subject in her words and then say it back, making the two of them like a tape recorder.

Let's see who runs out of power first.

Of course, this situation could not continue. He saw a hand that had not been dealt with in time appeared under the seat. Judging from the color of the clothes, it should belong to the bishop level.

"That guy, is his name Pierre?"

"You saw it." She didn't have any intention of hiding anything. "I thought that after so many years, as the descendants of that fat guy, you should at least admit your ancestor's mistakes."

"I've never seen such a stubborn guy, so I let him die."

"You don't seem to be surprised that religious people have descendants."

"After all, being burned to death is better than being used as a breeding machine for that guy."

Her words were filled with disgust and disdain, as well as undisguised sarcasm, and her eyes revealed deep resentment and anger.

There was a long silence. His eyes met those of Jeanne Alter. Those pale golden eyes were full of resistance.

"Really? So this story is meant to warn me?"

"Don't make me feel that trusting you is a wrong decision." She didn't answer the question directly, but her sharp eyes showed that she wanted to cut Alvin into seventeen pieces.

She turned and walked towards the door to the right of the altar, wearing a pair of black thick-soled boots. Her long gray hair was not tied into a high ponytail like her other self, but chose to fall naturally.

"come over."

He pretended that no one was calling him, so he found a seat on the spot, closed his eyes and planned to fall asleep. After all, in this extraordinary period, what else was necessary except sleeping?

Suddenly there was a "bang" and the door slammed shut.

As the saying goes, you never know what a girl will do behind closed doors. Even if the Dragon Witch is taking notes in her little notebook and saying how disgusted she is, what she is thinking in her heart is completely different.

For example, Jeanne Alter, who has taken off her spiritual outfit, is now holding the notebook in her hand, not knowing what to do, and can only roll around on the bed.

“Ahhhhh, are you an idiot?! It’s just a normal homework submission process, why are you being so weird today, Jeanne Alter?!”

"Huh? I'm surprised? How is that possible? It's obviously that guy's attitude that's the problem! How come he came in here looking for death? Jill just captured an ordinary person like that! He must be able to poke his eyes out when he comes back!"

"And there are those Templar Knights who only know how to follow orders and can't even clean up a person. What should we do now..."

Well, it’s very similar to those students who are worried about not having to complete their winter vacation homework. Although the reasons are different, the paths are still the same. This may be the same destination.

Li Xiang and the others who were in Paris did not gain anything except the information that Alvin was now in Notre Dame.

"Mashu, please help me, I can't take it anymore, I want to sleep."

Although it is a simultaneous broadcast, it still depends on the actions of everyone in the first-person perspective, and now Alvin, who is in the first-person perspective, seems to be asleep...

"ZZZ,ZZZ"

Okay, I take that back, he really did fall asleep.

Sometimes, you have to believe that some people's live broadcasts can help you sleep. For example, the CSGO area's two-dimensional anchor 6657 plays the machine.

After giving up the plan to reconnoitre the Bastille due to special reasons, and because something important seemed to be going on on the first floor, they had nothing to do but return to the second floor to watch the live broadcast.

Ophelia leaned on the bed, holding the pillow in her hands, her head slightly turned, and she was already breathing softly. Her breathing was even and pure, thinner and longer than any of theirs, and occasionally there would be a slight gasp, but then it would return to a calm rhythm.

"Except for Mr. Peperoncino becoming a senior, everything else is exactly the same as before, Aoife."

Mashu gently put earplugs on Ophelia. For some special reasons, she would wear them when she went to bed to help her fall asleep quickly.

"Then let me see what will happen next." Matthew took the disc from Ophelia and leaned beside her to watch.

"...There are still some flaws in the grammar and vocabulary here, but there is no problem with oral conversation. Even so, do you still want to continue?"

"Yes! I want to surpass that woman in every way!"

"I see." Alvin pushed up his glasses. "Then, correspondence is what we are going to learn next. Listen carefully, Jeanne Alter."

“If you are Li Hua, and you plan to visit the Palace of Versailles, please write an email to your teacher to invite him to go with you. 150 words, feel free to express yourself.”

"Then let me see how many letters you are going to write for Li Hua, Jeanne Alter."

From Mashu's perspective, there was a gleam of wisdom in Alvin's reflective glasses.

"What are you doing?"

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PS1: Wow, I still haven’t found the tile, it’s all keys and I’m going crazy.

PS2: Summer vacation is over

PS3: As we all know, BLHX’s money comes from the wind.

Chapter 136 It has always been like this, is it right?

He held the pale yellow letter paper of the letter in his hand, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the table. Perhaps intentionally, he held the letter paper high, so high that Jeanne Alter could not see his facial expression at the moment.

“Is this the number you have written this afternoon?”