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

"You graduated."

"Really? Thanks."

"Then I'll leave first. Tell me when you want to kill me." He put down the pen in his hand, stood up and walked towards the open door.

"Are you leaving?"

"It all depends on you, Jeanne."

After he left, Gilles de Rais, who appeared in spirit form, could no longer hold back. He asked questions to his Dragon Witch, hoping to get answers.

"Saint, you must know the identity of that human, so why did you keep his name until now?"

"Jill, do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

She stared at the door, her eyes filled with confusion, both towards him and herself.

"If I say I know his identity but I just can't do it, would you believe it?"

"What do you mean?"

"It's like... he was born to be on our side."

PS1: Simple boy, always the god!

Electronic girl, the key god!

Flame boy, occasionally a god!

You can trust Fat Ball for now.

ZZW?????????

PS2: It’s time to make a sad exit again.

PS3: The beginning is a reference to "No News from Auschwitz"

Chapter 142: All show and no substance

"Winter is coming."

Alvin walked to the bridge. The June sunshine was warm with a hint of heat, and the wind from the Atlantic Ocean was also a bit hot and humid. But such days are too rare. Take Paris as an example. It rains for at least 6 months a year, and this is a city in the northern region with relatively rich sunshine conditions.

There were a lot of people coming to pray today, most of them wearing ragged clothes, and some wearing factory uniforms, their faces were filled with depression and sadness. Natural disasters, prices, wages, all of these are related to their own survival, and there is no promised rights and benefits, and the intensity of labor and working environment are inversely proportional.

"Isn't it summer now, Mr. Alvin? What does it mean that winter is coming?" Charlotte Corday asked curiously. Although she also wanted to stay in Notre Dame and the nun gave her a very good impression, she still chose to follow.

As for what the reason was, she didn't know.

"Don't say it, don't say it."

"It's not good to keep people in suspense," she protested angrily.

"Do you really want to know the answer?"

Alvin is like the snake that tempted Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden, tempting this nun with pure faith to see the truth of this world.

"think."

"Then come with me." He took Charlotte's hand and walked against the crowd of people who came to pray, towards a place she had never set foot on.

"Where are we going?"

"To the north town, to La Defense."

The northern part of Paris is where capitalists accumulate their capital. The textile industry, metallurgy, printing and publishing industry, which are later called the secondary industry, were powerful weapons in the confrontation between the emerging forces and the aristocracy at that time.

Of course, this is as if the nobles would not do this. They have better innate conditions and capital, and more powerful means of execution, and they are much more familiar with squeezing water out of sponges.

"France has two systems, with no communication or common feelings between them. They are completely unaware of each other's shape, thoughts, and feelings. It's like they live on different levels, even from different planets."

"Um, what is a planet?"

"As a punishment, you have to go back and read the books of Copernicus and Galileo. Don't make that expression. Then I'll take you to the University of Paris to borrow them."

But even if Alvin didn't say it, she could keenly sense that something was wrong with the surrounding environment.

There was a man in work clothes in front of me, but he was skinny, with deep eye sockets and dark skin. He looked like an eggplant hit by frost, and was extremely haggard. On the table in front of the door was a bowl of porridge. The bowl was large and the amount of porridge was not small. It looked good, but this kind of porridge could be diluted at will, and under normal circumstances it was almost clear.

And this was not an isolated case. Every few steps she took, she could feel countless pairs of burning eyes staring at her, which made her subconsciously hold on to Alvin's empty arm. She felt the warmth and softness between his arms. At a glance, she saw Charlotte pressing her arm against her chest, and the fear and terror in her eyes could no longer be concealed.

"Do you want to continue? There's still time to leave now."

"......want."

Surprisingly stubborn.

"They are brought up in a different way, fed with different food, governed by different customs, and even governed by different laws."

“This is the slums of Paris, and this is where capital accumulates.”

After turning the T-junction, the dark side of the city was completely revealed to her.

On both sides of the dilapidated narrow street, there are low houses densely located. The doors are all open, showing the extreme poverty inside the house. In most cases, there is bread, and in better economic times, milk and cheese will appear on their tables.

But that is often an exception, and more often the fat dripping from the grill is used as a substitute for cheese. For them, bread is their main source of nutrition.

They could also go to another street to buy pre-made food, where stalls and mobile vendors would often sell coffee, lemonade, ginger beer, potato chips or chips, pea soup, sandwiches, meat pie, salted eels, smoked herrings, fruit pies, gingerbread and other foods that were too luxurious for them.

Of course, they are all counterfeit and shoddy products.

"It's not time for dinner yet, Miss Charlotte." Alvin didn't give the vendor any face at all. After stopping Charlotte's hand from reaching out to the expired food listed by the vendor, he took her hand and quickly left.

"This is not a place for compassion, novice nun of Notre Dame, do you know why this is a slum?"

He waded through the black sewage flowing on the road. There was a dirty and messy house on the side of the road where men and women in ugly shapes were coming in and out, and noises that made her blush kept coming out.

But soon, the factories used to accumulate capital appeared in front of her. It was hard to imagine that they were only 20 or 30 steps away.

The most numerous were textile factories, followed by various factories that were later called the secondary industry. Through the windows, one could see the workers working inside.

"This place has one-sixth of the population of Paris, but they are crowded into 10% of the land in Paris. No factory is short of workers because they have plenty of people."

"Nowhere in France is the disparity between the rich and the poor so great as in this city, where the intercourse between the owner of a cotton mill and his employees is far less frequent than between the king and his humblest subjects."

These are the best of times, these are the worst of times.

This is an age of wisdom, and this is an age of foolishness.

This is a time of faith, this is a time of doubt.

This is the season of Light, this is the season of Darkness.

This is the spring of hope, this is the winter of despair.

We are all heading straight to heaven, we are all heading straight to hell.

Before leaving for the dark side of the city, he asked the nun a question.

"Sister Charlotte Corday, which sentence in the Gospel of Matthew impressed you the most?"

"Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and the door will be opened to you. This is the Lord's promise to believers."

"Really? Great, wanna know what mine is?"

He put his hands in his pockets and looked to the south. In a few days, the undead general and his legion would arrive here.

“I came, saith the Lord, not to bring peace, but a sword.”

PS: I’m dying, seriously.

Chapter 143: La Marseillaise

"Damn you, man."

The guard who saw the king's document through the door control opened the door with a curse.

"Why you're not rotting in your cells is beyond me..."

"Because I'm back." His hand pierced through the guard's abdomen, and the latter immediately lost all vital signs. After falling down, he was digested and corroded by creatures that came out from nowhere, and eventually lost everything.

"If this is to take over the Bastille, there is no need to be so troublesome." A silver-haired vampire with a spear walked out from behind him, and he couldn't help but admire this almost impregnable fortress.

"It's absolutely impregnable. I wish I had a castle like this to defend myself."

"During the thirty years I've been imprisoned in this prison, I've already gotten to know the structure of this place very well. If you want, I can give you a blueprint."

"Thank you very much, Eustachi Doug. No, Caster, I never thought you would have this identity."

He took off his helmet and threw it aside. His big lightbulb eyes instantly exposed his identity. Because the impression he made was too deep, he had to wear a helmet as a cover.

"Lock up our Grand Commander and his family in a cell. I have more important things to do." After assigning a task to his men, Caster Marshal Bluebeard Gilles de Rey and Lancer Vlad III went to find the warden to carry out the handover.

"I hope our warden can be more sensible."

Gil de Rey had a lot of objections to the Loyan City scriptures he had studied for thirty years, but the Grand Duke didn't care. He just wanted to know how many people would join him in stopping Chaldea.

"How many Heroic Spirits are stationed in the Bastille?"

"Saber, Rider, Archer, and you, Lancer."

"Rider? There wasn't such a person in the beginning."

"That's right. This is a job temporarily summoned by the Saint to deal with the white Saint over there. By the way, she is also a Christian saint." Gilles de Rey lied a little. This was definitely a piece of cake for him.

In Versailles, not far from Paris, not long after the new National Assembly was born, they finally received the first unexpected reinforcements.

"Oh, my God, Mr. Duke, why are you here?" After opening the door, the Speaker of the Parliament was panicked when he saw the Duke of Orleans appear.

Is this an attempt to abolish parliament?

"No, no, calm down, Mr. Speaker, I'm here to join you."

"Duke, are you kidding?" He was incredulous. The Duke of Orleans was a member of Lafayette's faction. If he led the representatives of the second estate to join the parliament, it would mean...

"May I ask, whose idea is this?"

The Duke smiled silently and motioned the Speaker to put his ear closer.

"That's what the master meant."

"Anyone who will work on drafting a constitution for the kingdom to improve the monarchy will never be separated from the National Assembly."

Whether it was the wheel of history or the Avengers who showed up halfway, there was really not much time left for Louis XVI.

"da Vinci."

"what happened?"

"It's done."

Hearing Romani's words, Leonardo's eyes became sharp.

"Romani, are you done?"

"If what you say counts." She moved her monitor, which contained a Word document listing the various possibilities suggested by the note.

"That's a lot." Da Vinci subconsciously exclaimed after seeing the page numbers below. "If we exclude them one by one, it might be as big as this piece of paper."

This hazy and ethereal style really feels like he is back again.

But he is obviously not here.

How can the genius of the magic world be connected with ordinary people?

Perhaps, this is just an illusion given to me by the Creator; or perhaps, the only abnormal me is the one who has confused reality and illusion.

There are still many people who remember him now, but when Mashu told her that her feelings for him were like those of a stranger, Romani felt fear from the bottom of her heart.

Will I be next?

Romani slapped his face with both hands to cheer himself up.

"It's time to work, Romani Achiman."

“I didn’t expect to go back there again.”

Napoleon was very emotional about this. He had only been away from Paris for two months, but now he was back here, traveling around most of France. This was undoubtedly the confusing behavior of the year.

"Anyway, Paris, I'm back again."

The troops that have reached the Greater Paris area camped in the wild for the last time. Tomorrow they will enter Paris to maintain public order.

However, it seems that General Lindenwan, as the corps commander, does not intend to do so, as can be seen from the military songs sung along the way.