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

On an island called St. Helena, the former Emperor of France began to write the memoirs of his eventful life.

The sun was setting, just like his own life and the final death throes of the Bourbon dynasty.

PS1: He used this ZZ metaphor...it was a matter of time. I was actually looking forward to the bottle's death for the second time.

PS2: Northern Union is coming! (Gas Smell Peach)

PS3: Woohoo, Arong still loves me.

Chapter 140 I am repairing cultural relics in Chaldea

"I can't do it anymore. I can't do it anymore."

Lixiang gave up thinking. The result of spending the afternoon deciphering the code was that a large number of brain cells died. She now felt that she would fall to the ground if she stood up and took a few steps.

Then, Li Xiang confirmed his thoughts with actual actions.

"Senior! What's wrong?"

"......I'm sleepy."

She was lying on the ground in an ungraceful manner, with her left hand fingers stretched forward. It was a pity that she was not wearing dark red clothes, otherwise it would have looked more like one.

"But you can't sleep here, your breasts will be flattened!"

"Mashu, you know, being too big is actually very tiring."

Having said this, Ritsuka turned over, and with Mashu's hesitant expression, he successfully undermined her confidence.

"Senior, you are going too far."

Why is it so excessive even when lying down?

At this time, the bracelet that Li Xiang placed on the table made a "DD" sound. After a burst of heart-wrenching music, Da Vinci's voice with the flavor of a profiteer appeared.

"In front of a true genius, nothing else matters. Even if ideologies and trends change with the times, there is only one truth. No matter what, the invincible Da Vinci has appeared!"

"Hey, what's with this Detective Conan tone?"

"Oh, don't mind it. It's called when in Rome, do as the Romans do." The genius girl didn't seem to care about these details at all, but Ritsuka lying on the ground soon made her feel strange.

"Uh, Ritsuka, what's going on with you?"

"Is this Mr. Leonardo? You've come just in time. We need your help right now."

"Wow? Is it so interesting? Let me see." She asked Mashu to scan the note with Ritsuka's bracelet, and also scanned the results of their afternoon work.

"Are they so nagging?"

"Otherwise, why haven't we been able to decipher it after spending an entire afternoon? Da Vinci, don't think these are just ordinary chats. In fact, they contain all kinds of subtexts that cannot be deciphered in a short time. If you have to find an example, it's the same as deciphering Marx's manuscripts."

With a face full of grief and indignation, Ritsuka accused Da Vinci of someone's crime. After seeing the oral statement written by Mashu, the first thing Da Vinci did was to sigh:

"These two are really good at talking."

"When we talk about July, we think of July 7th, the storming of the Bastille, and Jeanne Alter's plan to completely destroy the First Singularity on that day. Chaldea's imagination can only make such a leap forward at this level."

“I was forced to do this.”

Leonardo da Vinci experienced the pain of deciphering for the first time, and even though she was a genius, she was passive in this regard.

"Now I can finally understand how those people feel."

She racked her brains to make all kinds of inferences and guesses, with this question mark circling in her mind, and made many guesses; the process was very tiring, and Romani also advised her not to continue thinking. But once a person's brain is entangled with a belief, it is like a dog biting a bone and refusing to let go.

“Who made me omnipotent?”

A genius is a person who possesses certain talents and has made outstanding contributions in a certain field.

The people who stand at the top of the pyramid of geniuses, who have made such great contributions to the world that the world would be greatly changed without them, who can have an impact on the events of human history and influence the direction of human logic, have a common name:

Star Pioneer.

"Vampires and Van Helsing? I remember that the prototype of Dracula hunted by Van Helsing was the Romanian emperor..."

In Da Vinci's opinion, what Alvin provided was already detailed enough, but for various reasons he was unable to give corresponding hints.

“Everyone comes into this world full of expectations, but not every life story is filled with surprises and adventures.”

Romani stood there, cup in hand, and she suddenly realized what she could do, just that.

"By the way, where did you learn so many strange truths?"

Romani leaned on the bed and talked to Alan who was taking a shower. Today was the last day of their vacation. Tomorrow afternoon, they would take a special flight provided by the Astronomy Department from Florence back to Chaldea.

"I've said a lot, what did you say, Romani?"

"That's what you said in the news report on TV this morning. It sounds quite philosophical."

"Romani, you're saying this? Are you impressed by my literary accomplishment?" Alan was shamelessly flattering himself. Romani just smiled and didn't react.

"Ahem, to be honest, this is what I learned from Newcastle."

"Maybe one day you will tell me that you have been to the entire British Isles."

"Haha, what if it's true?"

That’s right, this hazy and ethereal style is very sensitive to everything around, and seems confused about many things but is very good at grasping the essence, this kind of thorough feeling.

Is it you who has returned? My dear Ellen.

"Da Vinci, please send your copy to me later."

"Aren't you going to rest, Romani?"

"I have nothing to do anyway, so why not repeat it with you here in Chaldeas? Well, interpret it with you."

She was prepared to be rejected, but Da Vinci did not do so. She put down the work in her hands and looked at her with an expression of as expected.

"I knew you would."

"Thank you."

"It's already been sent to your computer." She snapped her fingers. "You're such a busy person."

Romani smiled but didn't answer her. After making himself a cup of black tea, he sat back in front of the monitor.

"Romani, you have changed."

She felt puzzled and turned around, and saw Leonardo da Vinci's face with an expression that said "my child has grown up".

"Where have I changed?"

"You used to drink coffee, but now you drink black tea."

"What's the big deal? It's just a change of taste."

"Moving tea from the kitchen is a change in itself, Romani."

"probably."

She devoted herself again to deciphering the chat content. For the sake of this world, for the people she loved and who loved her, Romani Achiman had to do something.

"Da Vinci, will we win?"

"NONONO, you said the wrong thing, Romani." Da Vinci waved his index finger.

"Why can't we be the winner?"

PS1: 9 Ye’s gun has the flavor of his big cousin, but after paying tribute, it fired again. Navi’s three lucky treasures are back, and the simple couple is miserable.

PS2: This episode made me cry, Siduri fell to the ground with autumn pear paste! I can do anything!

PS3: Watching the game while typing

Chapter 141: Knowing but Not Telling Until You Know

In a sense, the most terrifying thing about Versailles was that it was sunny and warm, with rows of dancing poplars and children chasing each other on the grass near the gate.

It was like a nightmare, everything was horribly turned upside down.

Every day, people come to Versailles, which may be the most terrifying core of France. The purpose of the people coming is different. Some people come to see if the urban legend is true, some people have to come here to sell goods as merchants, and some people have a simple purpose, just to report to the king.

A full week after the bloodshed at the Halle de Ménil, Paris acted as if nothing had happened. If Abraham Michael Rosenthal were in Paris now, he would probably write a Pulitzer Prize-worthy report.

But what is certain is that now, both Versailles and Menil Hall are very quiet. People passing by can no longer hear the screams coming from the hall, and there is no place to pray.

There is nothing new to report in Versailles. It is sunny, the trees are green, and children are playing and frolicking in front of the gate.

"Is His Majesty here?"

"His Majesty is in his office now, and he remains the same even though a week has passed."

The old butler at the door said this to the minister, and Clavier, who had become Louis XVI's personal finance minister again, was feeling bitter at the moment.

Because his predecessor was unwilling to comply with the king's request and openly rebelled against the king's opinion and resigned, he was pushed to the position and was completely unwilling in his heart.

In his opinion, if things are to be done, they must be done thoroughly. You clearly exiled the judges of the Paris High Court who resisted your will, but you surrendered to the nobles again 100 days later. What kind of ghostly operation is this?

The price was that not only did the royal family's financial problems not get alleviated, but the conflict between the king and the nobles was intensified. As a result, no family was willing to provide loans to the royal family for assistance.

Even Lafayette.

It would be strange that this lord, who is wanted nationwide by His Majesty the King, would be so merciful.

It's just a pity that Queen Mary, such a good person, ended up here. Alas...

"Mr. Clavier, you may come in now." The old butler looked at the pocket watch in his hand. Since he knocked on the door for the first time, this period of time should be enough for His Majesty the King to sort out his hobbies.

After receiving the promise, Clavier knocked on the door again. After hearing "Come in" from inside, he turned the handle and went to meet the king.

"His Majesty."

"Sir Clavier, do you have anything to report?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. This is the financial statement for this spring. Please have a look."

Louis XVI instantly perked up.

After all, this was a matter of great importance, and it was related to whether he could continue to maintain the rule of the Bourbon dynasty and implement the gold standard reform. The financial statements of the first quarter after the implementation of the reform made him feel at ease about his wise and powerful decision.

CTMD Louis XVI, if he had carried out the reforms earlier, it would have been done.

"Let me see. By the way, do you have anything else to say? If not, you can leave first."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

This was exactly what he wanted. He wanted to run away before the king opened this heavy report and not stay in Versailles for a quarter of an hour.

Fifteen minutes later, when Clavier got into his carriage and left the palace, he immediately heard Louis XVI's angry roar.

Of course, those in Paris could not hear Louis XVI's impotent rage. If this were known to others, Alving would be the first to rush up and pick up the suona to play a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix for him in Versailles.

But even so, Alvin still lives a very comfortable life.

In the mornings, there was a wake-up call from the angel Charlotte Corday, but the sun was usually already high in the sky by then.

After washing up, he could enjoy the extra lunch prepared by a village girl in exchange for tuition. It turned out that even a French village girl could cook French food. He finally understood why she was the one who cooked when she lived with the black knight king.

In the afternoon, there was an entertaining and educational teaching session under the stained glass windows of Notre Dame, interspersed with various chats and unintentional banter; dinner was sometimes cooked by the noble Dragon Witch, and sometimes she and Corday were taken to the Champs-Elysées to enjoy a good meal.

At night, after sending Jeanne Alter to bed while she was drunk and talking in her sleep, she did 20 minutes of stretching before going to sleep.

He doesn't live like a hostage, but more like an international student being taught by Shadong. The irony is that Alvin himself doesn't know why he can live such a comfortable life.

"It's been a few days since that day I came to Notre Dame, Alter."

"One week. What? You finally can't help it and plan to run away? Do you want me to let you run 39 meters first?"

A week?... Then I have to wait another three or four days before Lindenwan’s Rafael Army can arrive in Paris.

But then again, what exactly is Joan of Arc Alter up to? These days, water and electricity are all free, and food and accommodation are provided. Could it be that she wants me to have a few good meals before I hit the road?

"What's the matter, Mr. Alvin?"

And this honorific title... is even more outrageous. Is this really the biker girl? I don't think my charm is great enough to make an enemy servant throw himself into my arms?

How strange.

"Mr. Alvin Vasago." Her stern voice rang in her ears. "It's time for class now."

"Sorry, I suddenly thought of something." He picked up the pen in his hand and was about to correct the letter she had just handed him, but found that he had no idea where to start.

Alvin raised his head and met her dark golden eyes. It was the first time he saw her smile that came from the heart. It was so real, lovely, and without any hypocrisy.