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

"Well, because I don't know if she's still there."

she?

Romani caught the subtle difference in his word choice and somehow sensed a sense of crisis.

"Who is that she?"

"Those who funded me to complete my studies are considered my elders." The words contained words that would have disastrous consequences if the person concerned heard them.

"I'm a little looking forward to it." Romani was a little excited, just like those people who meet the boy's parents for the first time, but the result surprised her.

"Long time no see, Scathach."

"You too, Alan. The last time we met was in Newcastle."

Just two hours later, they met each other again, and what happened was beyond the reach of outsiders.

But this scene made Romani drop his jaw.

Wait, Scathach?

A warrior and queen in Celtic Ulster legend. Queen and gatekeeper of the Land of Shadows, a genius in spearmanship and rune magic, and the teacher of Cu Chulainn, the Ulster hero who was later known as one of the "Three Shining Ones of Europe".

However, today, people are talking more about her disciples and the leader of the Knights of Fianna, Finn, and his nephew, the first knight Diarmait, which is somewhat like missing the point.

According to records, as a natural ruling class, she has an aloof personality and will not serve anyone. How could she, on a whim, help ordinary people?

How much free time do you have?

"Romani, let me introduce you. This is Scathach, the person who sponsored my studies for six years."

No, her real name is Scathach?

"That's the name of that heroic Irish teacher, isn't it?" She asked as if it was a matter of course and was not surprised at all.

"That's normal. After all, it's a niche name. But compared to this, I would like to ask Alan if you are willing to stay at my place for a few days?"

"That's why I came to visit you." He patted his and Romani's suitcases. "I originally just wanted to try my luck, but I didn't expect you to actually live here. So we're sorry to bother you."

Everything was so seamless, as if they were performing a double act as planned, but considering the fact that it had already been rehearsed, it didn't seem so excessive.

According to subsequent developments, it should be that Amadeus jogged over and met them at the intersection... This was what Allen thought until Amadeus appeared.

"Something's wrong, Alvin."

"What's the matter, Amadeus?"

It was not the wonderful development of being a father that he had expected. The musician's face was very serious, which was very rare for him. Alvin could see beads of sweat on his forehead. In Paris, a city with a summer temperature of no more than 25 degrees, it would be impossible to sweat like this if he was not exercising.

"Do you remember what we talked about yesterday?"

"You said that, but I'm not tired. Isn't it just that a man who just became a father came to me and cried about his naughty child at home, and finally he went to borrow money from his friends but failed, so they ran to become pickpockets together. Do I need to continue to add to it?"

"Enough, enough, really."

Amadeus quickly stopped this guy, for he was afraid that if he continued talking, he would probably broadcast what happened to him in Paris.

"So, we are the only ones who have preserved these memories?"

"That's about it. It might be fun at first, but it will become boring later, especially for us who have the memory of each loop."

Allen recalled his childhood trauma, and that work happened to be broadcast this year.

The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya (2009 version)

Miserable·Nagato Yuki·Miserable

"For the sake of those we love and those who love us, we have to go back."

Think about Yuki Nagato, who preserves the memory of every loop. There is no one happier than her in the world - she once had a summer vacation that lasted 217464 days.

"So let's get back to the topic." Amadeus patted Allen's shoulders with both hands, as if he wanted to explain something.

"Help my brother, we have no money to cook..."

"If I go in one day, you will definitely be held fully responsible."

Even though he expressed disgust, he still dragged this guy, who could only shout 666 in this regard, to make money together.

"Although I know that you all have problems in various aspects of art, in my opinion, you must be the one with the biggest problem."

"Style, style, style. Right, right, right. Punishment, punishment, punishment."

"There's no way to save you. I'm leaving. I'll visit your house in a few days."

After parting with Amadeus, Allen walked aimlessly on the street. It was not dark yet, and many people would come out to set up night markets.

"Hey, bro, would you like to come and take a look? Maybe you can find something good here."

He was an elderly man, and the things he displayed were all shabby old things. At first glance, there didn't seem to be anything worth spending money on.

"I think you might be interested in this."

PS1: I haven’t even started grinding for Moyi yet… I don’t even have Xiaohei

PS2: Jinkela’s transformation is finally complete. It was really a pity that I didn’t get the microphone last time.

Chapter 155 4×4-1

Thinking about it now, what was that feeling like?

excruciating pain.

The pain was so severe that I wanted to roll on the ground.

The circulation of blood, the connection of bones, the connection of nerves, the functioning of internal organs, all life activities produce "pain". The nearly on strike brain is groping towards normalcy in its damaged state, and through this pain it regains the ability to function again.

Because the body could feel pain, it gradually regained its ability to think as a human being, and then activated all its functions and issued the final command:

Kill him, kill the man called Alexander Allen.

It's July 1st again.

My beautiful doctor, Romani, fell asleep on the bed. He sat silently beside the couch, quietly watching her sleeping face, the corners of her tightly pursed mouth gradually formed a slightly upward arc, and her deep eyes were filled with clear water that looked longingly.

Yes, this is exactly the kind of person Alan likes.

What would she think if I told her that I actually liked her in my previous life?

Alan didn't know, but he was sure of one thing, that this relationship was not mixed with any false elements, and in order to stop her, the Jewish magician Alvin Vasak came into being.

The night is long, the moon is bright and the wind is clear, how can I waste the beautiful scenery? I have no choice but to play some simple things to kill time.

He took out the jigsaw puzzle he had picked up from the roadside. When he was a child, he particularly liked playing with this kind of educational toys, from tangrams, jigsaw puzzles to Rubik's cubes. The dean would always conjure them up like magic, and as a price, all the precious ornaments on her body would disappear.

How cunning.

Alan gradually became absorbed in it, occasionally looking up at the clock on the wall. The hour hand, minute hand, and second hand kept ticking away, evenly and calmly, as if this long night would also pass like this.

"--,ah--"

Sometimes, you can hear the charming breathing of the girl on the bed.

There was a sound of a door opening downstairs. It must be Scathach coming back. Because of Alan's own change, she went out alone to avoid any accidents.

Alan went downstairs with the puzzle in his hand.

"How's it going, Scathach?"

"I am still very confident in my memory. Compared with yesterday, it is almost exactly the same, except for the Ile de Cité."

That is where Alan's abnormality happened yesterday.

“Today, everything is normal on the Ile de la Cité.”

"Really? Great, that makes it much easier. So, what should we do next? Should we go out and continue this greatest Holy Grail War?"

"Wait a minute." She stopped what she was going to do next.

"I know everything about yesterday. Whether it was the battle with the Demon Pillar or the fact that I killed you."

"Aren't these just some trivial things? I remember exactly what happened." Alan thought it was something important, but after thinking about it, he couldn't expect that it was just something that happened yesterday, and he immediately lost interest.

"So what if it is? So what if it isn't? Isn't it good enough to be alive now? Don't worry about such trivial matters."

"That's not good at all."

For the first time in a long time, Scathach became serious, and even she herself didn't notice why she did that.

"It doesn't make sense for you to suddenly become like that. How can you just leave something that doesn't make sense alone?"

If he was just an ordinary chess piece, then there was no way he could go to Chaldea in such an open and aboveboard manner. The most suitable thing for him to do was to appear as a trump card demon pillar in the singularity.

Obviously, he is not.

So a new question arises: Why did that reaction occur at that moment, to the point that I had to kill him.

"Answer me, Alan."

"Because we are resurrected. To be more specific, we are back to the first day."

This was exactly the answer she had thought of, and Scathach was not surprised at all, but even so, it was not the answer she wanted.

"So, you're telling me that this is just a world you created to trap me? That's really amazing of you, locking yourself up or something."

Hey, what's that expression?

A kind of attitude of treating people as fools.

I went to so much trouble to kill myself?

Then can't I just find a place by myself to overlook the scenery?

"Except for the fact that you, Scathach, came to visit on your own initiative, Amadeus and I were dragged into this, and other than having a relationship with the Demon Pillar, we have nothing in common."

"Restart... no, it's a cycle. A third party created this world." Scathach finally grasped the key point.

"Scathach, do you know about the melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya?"

Alan seemed to have remembered something and stopped working on the puzzle.

August is endless. Because the team leader has unfulfilled wishes for the summer vacation, the world keeps looping, from August 8th to August 17st, a total of two weeks, looping 8 times, before successfully triggering the True End.

Um, remember the way to break the deadlock was to finish the homework? After all, the leader is a top student, and not having the experience of getting together to finish homework is really too... too weird.

"I understand. Then the next battle plan is very clear."

"Not only do you not have the slightest fighting ability, you also don't have any special abilities. I will do the fighting myself, and you just have to yell 666 from behind."

"I'm so disappointed! I still have some brains! This is too extreme! I also have some fighting ability!"

"...So, can you beat me?"

Just as she can fully understand herself, Scathach also has a real eye for seeing through the qualities and temperament of others.

It was a decisive blow...and it was irrefutable.

"I don't expect anything from you in terms of fighting. You just need to follow me."

It's so unfortunate that I don't even have the right to refute. I'm just living like Acacia Hinako. When I think about someone pointing fingers at me and saying things like "You give orders like Acacia Hinako", I feel that my future is bleak.

"Then the last question, answer me, which demon pillar did you make a deal with?"

There is no doubt that the issue of hostility looms.

In response, Allen slowly smiled, like a girl waiting for her lover.

"Scathach, do you know what my full name is as Alvin?"

"Alvin Vassago, the Demon Pillar Vassago, the number 3 Vassago."

With a mixture of joy and complexity, I declare my own other half.

PS1: I fainted day and night, I'm afraid I'm not living on American time

PS2: The 2.15 Yellow Sea incident will probably go down in history forever.

PS3: Brehze is killing it in BLAST, and Machine dominates 5E. They both have bright futures.

Chapter 156 The Past Is Not Really Gone

"It hurts, it hurts, it still hurts after sleeping all night."

When he woke up, it was almost seven in the morning. It had been a long time since Alan had gotten up so early. The light from the balcony into the window was a little dazzling, and the morning air was also chilly. This was relatively speaking, after all, the lowest temperature in Paris in July was 7 degrees.