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

What...is going on? Why can’t I speak?

The image of Scathach fighting with the Demon Pillar gradually disappeared, and was replaced by himself appearing in an enclosed space, with scarlet eyes staring at him all around him.

"Come back... come back... come back..."

Damn...what's going on? These guys don't seem to have any desire to fight?

The sparkling eyes didn't pay attention to my every move, just staring at myself.

"Yes, yes, this time, this time it also failed!"

Asshole, you want me to become one with them?

"Success, success, success—"

"What, what on earth are you——"

exactly the same.

It started with his arms, then his body and legs, gradually turning into golden water and gradually becoming the same shape as them.

"Come on, come on, come on--!"

His whole body was shaking because his hands and feet that served as support were gradually disappearing. Alan was bleeding all over, and he could feel the pores on his skin gradually opening, as if something was trying to squeeze out from inside.

Alan knew what it was without having to guess. He was struggling, at least, at least to wait until Scathach came over.

Rather than being assimilated, it would be better to be killed by the Queen of the Shadow Kingdom.

Come on, come on, come on, come on! Come on and kill the real me!

Don’t come over here, don’t come over here. If you come over again, I will kill you!

Then, there was a sound of lenses shattering.

"Alexander Allen!"

What? You're too late.

“Kill me…Kill me…Kill me!”

The voice had changed its pitch, but at least it could still utter intermittent syllables.

She nodded, swung the magic spear in her hand, and activated her treasure.

Sorry, Romani...I have to break my promise.

After a brief sting, Alexander Allen stopped thinking.

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PS1: Um...your Valentine's Day gift?

PS2: nexa, the French god!

Chapter 153 Business as usual

"senior."

"What's wrong, Mash?"

"Well, regarding the mysterious disappearance of Mr. Amadeus, I always feel like something is wrong."

After saying goodbye to Queen Mary, Ritsuka and Mashu walked back along the same route they came. It was exactly nine o'clock in the morning. The huge machine started to work, and Mashu could already see the army appearing on the street.

"What do you think is wrong, Mash?"

"The time of disappearance."

"Tell me about it, Mash."

"According to Miss Mary, Mr. Amadeus disappeared after he got up. Also, last night, Miss Sion, who is in charge of our bracelet terminal, sent a message saying that Mr. Alvin is missing."

"Mashu, you mean they disappeared together?"

It's not impossible. When they were in La Saliete, the two of them got along very well and seemed to have met each other too late. In addition, the music they created together with Salieri...

Wait, there's a flaw!

"Matthew, do you know how to get to the University of Paris?"

"Although I can understand your feelings, please at least pay attention to the bracelet on your hand! Before setting off, Leonardo da Vinci has already loaded the map of France in the 18th century into it!"

"Uh, really?"

The scene was a little awkward for a moment, but Li Xiang really didn't know this. In her opinion, this was just an ordinary bracelet that she could use to play games and count her steps when she couldn't sleep at night.

This is not as good as WeChat! It has so many more functions!

"But senior, that must be Notre Dame de Paris, right? So many people are coming in and out, are they looking for something?"

"We can't help much if we go now, let's go."

The little nun on duty last night would never have thought that a momentary negligence would cause such serious consequences.

Joan of Arc Alter was very upset now, and she became even more upset after she picked up the broken alloy at the altar.

In just one night, such a big person disappeared.

Still on your own turf!

"Saint."

Gilles de Rais, who was temporarily called back from the Bastille by himself, returned.

"Any latest developments?"

He shook his head, and Jeanne Alter looked as if she had expected nothing. Not knowing what to do, she just sighed.

"Alvin should have entered the church through the small door that was not closed. The nearest staircase is the staircase to the north bell tower. He should have gone there first and then to the church."

"What after this?"

"Standing by the candle holder for a while, then walking to the statues, the last position..."

Their eyes turned to the organ on the south side of the church.

"That's where you, Saint, picked up this broken thing."

Is there anything interesting here? Jeanne Alter began to think about what she would do if she were standing here.

The pipe organ is a type of organ. As a wind-type keyboard instrument, the sound it makes is very loud when played. If she played it a few times or stepped on the pedal below it a few times at night, it would be impossible for the people in the church not to hear it.

exclude.

If this is the case, the most attractive place on the south side of the church must be this window.

When the sunlight shines in through the window, the narrow window seems to suddenly become wide, and the bright skylight flows in, refracting colorful light, and the world seems to light up all of a sudden.

The brilliant light formed a huge net behind her, emitting thousands of rays of light, which finally allowed her to see the window clearly.

"I see, Rose?"

On a sunny afternoon, the sky was still a peaceful blue. Mary held the copy of Capital left by Alvin in her hands. While enjoying the breeze, she was also carefully studying the ideas in the book that were somewhat advanced for this era.

She finally understood how panicked Alvin was that day in Versailles when he was shocked after hearing her "ghost idea".

This book should not have been here. Before this dying era collapses, the only fate it has is to be burned.

After placing the bookmark on the page she was reading this time, she gently closed the book and stroked the heavy and sharp weapon.

"You really brought a time bomb with you, Alvin."

"Madam, the tea is ready." Margaret walked to the courtyard with a tray, gently put down the teapot, poured tea into the cups, and was about to leave when she was stopped by her.

"I see. Come enjoy it too, Margaret."

"Honored."

Mary sat at the small table under the sycamore tree, raised her teacup, took a sip, her thin lips were soaked by the clear tea, and covered with a thin layer of water.

She looked at the pond in the courtyard, which sparkled in the sunlight. In the past, the water in the pond was always too full, overflowing and forming a trickle passing over the rocks; but now, the water level was only about two-thirds of that high.

"Margaret, how old are you this year?"

"Twenty-four years old."

"Really? So much time has passed. That little girl back then must have been pursued by many people now."

"Even if this is the case, I will not leave Madam."

Originally it was just an ordinary attachment, but as time goes by, this emotion will become deformed and slide in a direction that is not supported by the world.

Of course, this is just an assumption, assuming that there is no interference from outsiders.

"The master hasn't been back for some time."

"Don't worry, Margaret. He will be fine."

Even if everyone in the world died, Mary still believed that she would still be there, jumping around and popping champagne to celebrate being the last human being.

That's the kind of person he is, the one who saves himself.

Also, someone that you cannot possess.

There was a buzzing in his ears, which sounded like the sound of an engine or a propeller, and sometimes he could hear the crying and laughing of children.

It's simply the world.

The prompt sounded on the radio.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the plane is descending. Please return to your seats, fasten your seat belts, and put away your small tables..."

And after this prompt tone, someone whispered in the ear in a very gentle voice.

"...Alan, we're in Paris."

He opened his eyes, with a hint of confusion and bewilderment in them, and hidden deeper inside was endless mockery.

That's it?

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PS1: My schedule is totally messed up...

PS2: I feel sorry for those who are taking the college entrance examination and the high school entrance examination. It’s so miserable.

Chapter 154 Endless Seven

"If you die, you will start over again? This is a really bad setting."

In the bathroom of Charles de Gaulle Airport 1, the water from the faucet washed his face. He turned off the water and looked up. In the mirror, he saw a few strands of hair hanging down by his ears, his face was frighteningly pale, and his lips were a little chapped.

"What a mess! No wonder Romani was frightened."

Allen still has memories of July 7st in his mind, starting from when he woke up on the plane, took the subway there after landing, met Amadeus at the intersection, and went out to investigate with Scathach at night but was tragically eroded and assimilated and died.

"What a miserable first week." He grabbed a tissue and wiped his face clean, then picked up his backpack and walked out.

"Sorry for the wait, Romani."

"That's more like it. Allen, you really scared me before. Did you have a nightmare?"

"Yeah, I almost thought I was dead."

The bright sunlight fell on my skin and intense pain came over me, Vashak, you are amazing.

"Let's find a place to live first. Uh, Alan, why did you buy a subway to the 16th district?"

"Try your luck," he said.

After coming out of the subway, Alan carried his suitcase to the taxi stand and hailed a taxi.

"To 31, Rue Louis."

"I guarantee you'll be satisfied, sir."

I understand why I do this.

Alan had no doubt what had happened that night, no doubt that it was real, and even after waking up the emptiness still gnawed at his nerves like a dog gnawing at a bone.

Therefore, Alan had to verify it.

"You look troubled, Alan."