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

"The seventh..." Her voice was as thin as a mosquito, making it hard to believe that this student waiting for the teacher to mark her grades was the same person as the tallest and most evil Dragon Motorcycle Girl in history.

Although she is an Alter, she is still essentially a French country girl, so much so that not only was she eaten to death by another Alter, but she also had to cook for the King of Britain. She is really hardworking and never complains (I am sure)

"Before I give you the specific results, I have three questions for you."

"But it doesn't matter."

"How many numbers do you have to learn to ensure that you can learn it?"

"Probably July."

She felt very strange. What was the point of asking this question?

In contrast, Mashu quickly found a pen and paper and wrote down the content of their conversation.

"So many people died, why did they leave me alone?"

"Because you are different, you are special." She began to casually turn the pen in her hand. The metal pen cap reflected light slightly in the morning light, spinning and jumping between her slender fingers.

"In this day and age, you are the only one who is willing to teach regardless of status, Mr. Alvin."

No, that’s not actually my starting point.

"Even though you lied, you're not some librarian."

No, I actually used to work as a part-time librarian in Manchester.

"Although you were there that day, you are different from those sanctimonious guys."

“They are cannibals.”

He put down the letter in his hand. Now he had no other identity but just a listener, listening to an ordinary village girl who died from frame-up, slander and false accusations.

"You must be curious about my identity, right?" Jeanne Alter's face was covered with clouds again, and it was even darker. Although there was a hint of smile in the clouds for a while, it was a bitter smile, a disappointed smile, and a smile of infinite sorrow.

"My name is Jeanne Alter, but I am not another aspect of Jeanne d'Arc. I am Jeanne d'Arc, who was formed by the wish made to the Holy Grail, who was born for revenge and exists in an imaginary way."

"Even so, will you stay?"

She smiled, but it was not a happy smile, but an infinite, vicissitudes, and sorrowful smile. Regardless of how she knew that she was artificially created, it was not easy for her to remain normal until now.

"First of all, I'm not a psychiatrist, so I won't answer questions like that."

"Second, you are my student now, so I need to be responsible for you."

"Third, you passed."

After saying these three sentences, he stood up and walked out of the church without looking back, leaving behind the letter annotated with red pen and staring blankly at the back of the person who was not on guard at all.

No one stopped him, and he walked out easily and reappeared in the sunshine. After Alvin left, Hassan and others who had sworn allegiance to Joan of Arc Alter appeared in this glorious church.

"My Lord, before just now, you had a total of 22 chances to kill this human."

"I know."

"But you never did anything once."

"I know too."

"We were not asked to do anything."

"Ah."

"Do you need to follow him?"

"No need."

She stopped Hassan the Hundred Faces from making any move, waved her hand and asked them to leave, and she was the only one left in the church again.

The piece of letter was covered with densely packed red comments, which added up to much more than what she had written herself. And this was not an isolated case. She had six other identical pieces of letter paper in her hand.

"Having a pleasant conversation with a magician from a hostile force... I must be crazy." Joan of Arc Alter leaned back in her chair and looked up at the ceiling of the church. Exhausted, she continued to rub her nose. It was obvious that she wanted to rest.

After leaving the Ile de la Cité, Alvin walked aimlessly, like a headless fly. Until the prompt voice in his head told him that there was really no one behind him, he walked towards the first district in the city center, but was turned away.

"Which way is the University of Paris?"

"Notre Dame is on the Left Bank."

Well, it seems we have to go back the same way.

The University of Paris is located in the 1257th arrondissement of Paris, also known as the Misda and Arsenal districts. It is one of the oldest universities in Europe. Its predecessor was the Sorbonne Seminary, which was founded in 1150, but it can be traced back to the universities established by Catholic monks in 1160-1167. In contrast, the first university in Great Britain, Oxford University, was established by teachers and students who returned to the British Isles from the University of Paris in .

In a nutshell, if you don’t have money, there’s no point in reading any books.

The University of Paris is particularly lively today. According to unreliable information, Robespierre, who delivered the "Manifesto" in the Great Hall, is having a cordial interaction with students at the University of Paris. The university is already overcrowded for a while.

"Phew, it's really hard to squeeze in."

Alvin, who thought he would never encounter the Spring Festival travel rush in this world, finally experienced the taste of home after a long time. He wondered if anyone among these people was trying to promote Bat.

People like this must be punished collectively!

"Huh? Why is Mara here too?"

"After all, they are all members of the Jacobin Club. It's normal for him to be here. What's wrong? It seems like you and he are in conflict again?"

"How could an ordinary student like me have any contact with such a high-ranking figure? I mean, our mentor, Mr. Lavoisier, seems to have had a grudge against Mr. Marat..."

"It's okay. We are looking at Robespierre, not him. It doesn't matter."

"I hope so..."

He overheard the students' conversation, and as they said, Lavoisier died on the guillotine at Samson.

But the murderer was not Marat, but the original sin of mankind - greed.

When he squeezed to the front, he finally saw his target.

That was an angel whom I had only met a few times. She made a very absurd plan all by herself and put it into action. She was an assassination angel.

Not the one wearing the mask, of course.

A little closer, a little closer, so that I can let you die! She has been waiting for this opportunity for too long, this is the meaning of her existence.

That's right, kill him, kill him quickly.

Mara had already walked over to her and interacted with the students. This was the best time. With this thought in mind, she took out the dinner knife she had secretly brought with her.

Unfortunately, the world line did not change as a result.

A hand grabbed her dominant hand from behind, preventing her from taking action. By the time she broke free, the person had already walked away.

"What on earth do you want to do!"

"It has always been like this, is it right?"

Look down at the earth and look up at the starry sky.jpg

PS1: Congratulations to my Ying, who has a funeral!

PS2: When I looked back, I found that the e-sports toilet and the Erciyuan toilet were gone. Where can I go to burn incense?

PS3: Online learning time or normal school time...you want to kill me.

Chapter 137 Well, I have a reason to stay here

“I am looking forward to our in-depth cooperation.”

“It depends on how things go next.”

After seeing Lafayette off, Voltaire kept complaining to Napoleon about her nominal Master.

"Aren't you the emperor?"

"But the emperor is not omnipotent! Otherwise, why would I be in St. Helena and ask that Edmond Dantès to help deliver a letter? In the end, I made him spend fifteen years in prison for nothing. I guess there would be a civil war when we meet."

"Besides, he's the founding father of the United States. Who should I care about?"

Voltaire used his last trick. As the former French super-gigolo, he looked at Napoleon with a face full of resentment, which made Napoleon feel creepy.

Looking back to the past, he relied on his face to climb into the beds of countless noble ladies and lived a happy life. But after he became successful, the situation was reversed.

I have to say it is indeed a cycle.

"Can you please stop looking at me like that? Are all of you who are into literature and art perverts?"

"You're right, Mr. Napoleon." Ritsuka, who was holding the conversation written down by Mash, decided to sell out the Casters he knew after hearing Napoleon's unintentional words.

"No, like which ones?"

"Andersen, the fairy tale writer who wrote The Little Mermaid, is an 8-year-old boy after he manifested as a Servant. Leonardo da Vinci, one of the three great masters of the Renaissance, is a woman. According to the queen, Mozart is a scumbag and a waste, the kind who would harm society without his music... Uh, Mr. Napoleon?"

"He has been hit hard by you, the feeling of having his dream shattered."

"I actually have something to say..." Li Xiang held up the note in his hand, and the beautiful handwriting was densely written all over the note.

"what is this?"

"Mashu's first-person perspective conversation."

"Let me see." Voltaire took the note from Lixiang's hand and began to obtain useful information for them from this seemingly ordinary conversation.

"Study until July? Are there any important days in July?" Mary was confused. In her memory, the only thing she could remember was the wedding ceremony between Louis XVI and Queen Marie.

Who knew that their marriage was a fake one?

Well, I think I'm almost there.

"...I think that's the only important festival in July for France."

"That means we still have nearly a month to do a lot of things. I have to say, Joan of Arc's intention was really bad, but unfortunately, she made a wrong move."

On July 1789, 7, the Parisian masses captured the Bastille, a symbol of feudal rule, thus opening the prelude to the French Revolution. For this country, this was a day that symbolized freedom and revolution.

In every sense, Joan of Arc Alter put her heart into burying the country completely on the day she was reborn.

That afternoon, while Voltaire and his colleagues were deciphering and interpreting the conversation between Alvin and Joan of Arc, he, as one of the parties involved, was giving guidance to an angel who was lost.

In those Baroque bas-reliefs, wherever God appears, there are always two little angels following him, like two attendants, just like those birds circling in the summer sky that survived the severe winter and are still alive today.

"What the hell is this?"

"Table knife."

Alvin's expression became very strange. He pointed the murder knife in his hand at his fingers and cut them.

Blood gushed out instantly.

It's hard to imagine that this is something a table knife can do, but it's not surprising when you think about how he was able to deal with the police officers at the police station with just a baguette on the Champs-Elysées that night.

"Mr. Alvin, how could you do this!" Charlotte Corday was horrified when she saw him cut a small cut on her finger, and hurriedly looked for something on her body that could be used to bandage the wound.

"Stop, stop, stop, Miss Charlotte, this is just a small cut. It will heal on its own in no time. You are overreacting."

If I don't stop her, I'm afraid she will really tear a hole in this feather-white low-necked pleated skirt, which would not be very elegant.

"By the way, why did you wear this skirt that you usually don't wear?" After confiscating the tools used in the crime, he sat next to Charlotte and looked at the Jacobins who were giving a speech in the distance.

It has to be admitted that between Robespierre and Marat, the students are more inclined to the young and promising Robespierre. Of course, it cannot be said that Marat is not good enough, but it is a mistake for him to come here today. The University of Paris is Lavoisier's home court!

"My mother said that I should be buried in something dignified, so I wore it."

This low-necked pleated skirt reveals her plump shoulders and thick chest, fully displaying the lines of her upper body, which is both symmetrical and soft. Whether in terms of style, material or color, it is the most popular style in Paris at the moment.

"Do you know the consequences of doing this?"

"Isn't it just... killing people?"

"I now suspect that it was this little guy who instigated you to do it." He flicked the golden unknown creature that only they could see, and the latter flew far away as if it had been hit hard.

"When your feelings for someone are so strong that you can't bear it, you will think about eliminating his existence. So when you kill someone, you will bear the death of a person. Human feelings are always insignificant, so they can only bear their own weight."

“You should bear the responsibility of yourself.”

Alvin looked up at the sky of Paris. It was still so clean and transparent, with white clouds floating gently like white sails floating in the sea. Only the huge halo was reminding him that he was now walking on thin ice.

"You know, Charlotte, the sun has gone down."

"But not yet."

He held his forehead with one hand, speechless and choked, feeling very embarrassed.

"By the way, I remember you were a nun. Do you want to come with me?"

"Let's go, where?"