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

"Just enjoy your vacation time first. After all, this is a city you will never get tired of playing in."

The person beside the bed was no longer there, and the remaining warmth in the quilt was almost gone. It seemed that Romani had been up for a long time.

Alan put on his slippers and got out of bed. He went to the bathroom to wash up as usual, then went downstairs yawning, which showed that this had no effect.

As soon as I went downstairs, I could smell the scent of breakfast and hear the crisp sound of a kitchen knife. It seemed that breakfast was almost ready.

"Good morning, Alan. It's rare that you get up late today."

Romani was holding a white coffee pot in his hand, but what he poured out was not coffee, but dark hot chocolate milk. In some ways, it can be said that he was adapting to the local customs.

“Is this hot cocoa?”

"No, hot chocolate."

Hot chocolate first appeared in Spain and later became popular throughout Europe. The method is very simple: just add chocolate powder to hot milk and stir.

"Is that Scathach in the kitchen?"

"Yes, she said she did it herself to entertain us."

Really? Thank God, the baguette wasn't just thrown at me. That's great.

Thanks to this, Alan decided to go to the kitchen to find out what was going on.

"Uh...should I go back to sleep?"

He saw Scathach, who was wearing an apron, actually preparing breakfast. Scathach was facing the oven, watching the situation inside the oven while checking the watch.

If I were Cu Chulainn now, what would I do when I saw this scene? Allen began to think about this question.

"I advise you to give up this idea as soon as possible." Her eyes swept over, and it felt like an ice cellar in the middle of summer.

"Since you're here, don't just sit there. There's a bottle of strawberry jam in the locker. Take out the butter toast as well."

The plate was filled with square bread with a lid. It looked warm and it was hard to imagine that it was made by her.

"By the way, what's in the oven?"

“Croissant.”

Bread man, you are so miserable!

"Fortunately, coffee wasn't served with breakfast." Alan recalled the tragic experience of ordering three cups of coffee and five croissants.

To be honest, the taste of that coffee is really killing me.

"You have to taste delicious food humbly and carefully." Scathach looked at the croissants in the oven. Although she had the corresponding knowledge, actually applying it was another matter.

She is looking forward to her work.

I don't know why, but it should be the King of Saber who said this. It feels a little strange when Scathach says this...

"cheers!"

Even though I was holding the hot chocolate, the awkward feeling disappeared, which is really rare.

I thought that the food cooked by Scathach, who had never cooked before, would taste outrageous, but after tasting it, I found that it was unexpectedly not bad?

Alan repented of the thought that he would chew on a baguette.

When Romani went upstairs to get the things he needed for today's trip, Alan, who originally wanted to go up with him, was stopped by Scathach.

"You should have felt something wrong in the air."

"I admit that the air in Paris is gradually becoming tense. Although it's very small, I can really see the inconsistency."

There was football news on TV.

"During yesterday's game, some people rented a plane and unfurled a banner in the sky that read 'Xvefei Hu OUT!' However, this is not the first time that Paris Saint-Germain coach Xuefei Hu has faced such a situation."

"The media believes that the poor performance of Cristante, the summer signing who spent 4000 million this season, has put the team's finances in trouble and also destroyed the locker room environment that was originally successful in the top four last season."

"The media predicts that he will be sacked before the winter transfer window at the earliest."

Well, full of flaws.

"Even so, in my opinion, it has not yet reached the point of being on the verge of a fight. But this world itself is 'abnormal', so it's not surprising."

"Alan, do you know what the conditions of a strong person are?"

Scathach did not continue with the previous topic, but instead opened up another one.

"Those who stand out easily make enemies, but those who protect everyone from the enemy are the strong ones, and those who only have strength are just barbarians."

"So, what does this have to do with me?"

"As it stands, you have nothing to do with either."

Ah, it's so ruthless, but there's no way to refute it, it's so impeccable.

"Can you protect King Solomon now?"

No, on the contrary, I have to be on guard against her taking off the ring and doing something stupid.

Scathach let out a long sigh.

I can't muster any desire at all. This guy is too gentle and easy-going. How did he get noticed?

"By the way, what's going on in Paris right now?"

"To be honest, I have no idea. Even though I noticed something was very strange on the street, I had no idea what it was for or why."

"—Because I'm not interested."

...I see. This is a speech full of personal characteristics.

"Then I would like to take this opportunity to ask you something."

"There's nothing harmful about the current situation in Paris, right? And will it continue to get worse?"

"Ah, yes. Not only is it harmless to ordinary people, but it won't get worse. That's guaranteed."

Because all these are established facts, but this may not be the case for people who are not related to these established facts.

For example, the family that was destined to be killed.

Footsteps were heard upstairs, and Romani had packed up and was ready to leave.

"Wish you a safe journey."

"In fact, the correct way to use it is to say 'have a safe journey'."

"Oh, really? That's not important."

Alan took Romani's hand and went out. They would spend the thirteen days according to the originally planned itinerary.

"I hope you won't go to the church. That's more than you can handle."

The shadow of the past gradually caught up with him.

PS1: I don’t have much time left.

PS2: The game has started. How many times will Alan die?

Chapter 157 The good thing is that we can relive yesterday

The twilight of dusk is beautiful and soft, the setting sun passes through fingers. The setting sun of dusk casts a lingering light all over the ground, shrouding the old days.

The sunset is infinitely beautiful, and it is most beautiful at dusk. To enjoy the sunset, you can't be careless.

"How was your day?"

Scathach looked at Alan who was preparing dinner with interest. Although she came back to prepare dinner before dusk, the sun had already set and the fire had not yet been lit.

"I spent a whole day in the 7th arrondissement on the south bank of the Seine, visiting everything from the Eiffel Tower to Napoleon's tomb. To be honest, I was even afraid that I would fall when I took the elevator."

Alan was amused by his own behavior.

“But fortunately nothing happened.”

"The change will happen at night anyway, so you can just play with Solomon during the day."

"I remember that one of the original plans was for Romani and I to go to the Champs-Elysees at night."

"Really? Remember to invite me along on that day."

"Um, Miss Scathach, where are the unused bath towels placed?" Romani's voice came from upstairs. Even though she was tired after a day, her voice was still full of energy.

"Then I'll go upstairs. Also, your soy sauce is running out." She picked up the empty soy sauce bottle next to Alan and shook it gently.

"...Did I come back after I went out this time?"

"It's in the second cabinet on the right above your head. Go and have a look."

Alan suddenly felt ashamed.

I have lived here for a whole year and a half, why are you more familiar with it than me?

"Oh, by the way, Alan, I have a question for you." After picking out a bath towel for Romani, Scathach hurried downstairs as if she remembered something.

"It's okay. What's going on?"

"When you went out today, some strangers showed up to sell you magazine and newspaper subscriptions. Even when you refused, they refused to give up. It was as if they had an indomitable fighting spirit and would not give up until you subscribed."

"Well, let me ask you, what magazine is he selling?"

"Playboy." When she said this word, an unnatural blush appeared on her face. She never expected that Scathach was so innocent.

No way! Skadi, you got the wrong number!

But the salesman himself was outrageous.

Why wouldn't anyone subscribe to Playboy?

"Tell him we've already ordered a year's supply."

To be honest, Alan had done this job before. He specifically chose to sell when only the male owner was at home, and the result was usually that a consensus was reached amid laughter.

But it was not without failure. The woman who pretended to be passive, after getting all the gifts, finally played a trump card.

"If you don't leave now, I'll call the police, okay?"

By the way, he was sixteen years old that year and stood like a minion.

Accordingly, he resigned at lightning speed the next day, leaving no room for error at all - of course, it happened to be the day after the year-end bonuses were distributed.

"By the way, I don't need to help you put the plate on, is that okay?"

"No, Scathach, it's enough that you have this thought. A big plate is enough today."

What to say.

Although all this is an established fact, it has really become lively. The last time it was so lively was when this name was in Chaldea.

In fact, sometimes I think, if I hadn’t left that day, wouldn’t it be nice to be an ordinary Chaldea employee?

In the living room, Romani, holding a digital camera, was looking at his work today, which attracted Scathach's attention.

(This is something that the elderly have never seen)

“How many shots did you take today?”

"There are probably more than a hundred photos, and we have to select the best ones to make a photo album."

Romani fiddled with the photos taken with his backhand, and he was not satisfied no matter how he looked at them. After all, they were too difficult.

"Let's make do with these few."

Although the effect is not good, Romani has no choice but to choose these few.

“Why don’t you ask for help?”

"People may not all have time." Perhaps due to assimilation, Romani has become more and more demanding in this regard.

"Ah, if only there was something that would help with taking selfies! Alan, you can do it!"

"I'm not Doraemon! Don't look to me for everything!"

What an enviable way of getting along, it’s an experience I’ve never had.

Is this happiness?

Scathach looked at it with envy. Happiness was so approachable and so close, but it could only exist in her dreams.

She recalled a conversation she had with her apprentice long, long ago.