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

"Here you go, the crepes and lemonade you ordered. The panini will take a few minutes."

The black plate was filled with freshly fried pancakes, rolled up with whipped cream and edible fruit pieces.

"Why are there fried eggs, ham slices and shredded cheese?"

"What do you think of our store's features?"

"You can have this."

Since they were all waiting, Alan simply started chatting with the other customers who were sitting in the store waiting. After all, according to the wonderful plots in the novel, such places are usually the most well-informed.

"Have you all heard?"

"What did you hear?"

"Unicorn!"

"What unicorn? It's so mysterious. How can such a thing exist?"

"Come on, come and read the report in this newspaper." In order to convince everyone, the young man took out a newspaper.

"Look here, it's shaped like a white horse with a spiral horn on its forehead. Some photos show it has a pair of wings, and this one is black. If it's not a unicorn, what is it?"

"So you want to cut off the horn and sell it?"

"It's just a thought. According to historical records, if you are not a pure woman, you can't get close to it. What does it have to do with us..."

"Sir, your Panini is ready."

Alan listened to the young man's words and didn't even notice the panini that had just been baked was placed in front of him. When he came to his senses, the square takeout pizza had become much colder.

"Forget it, it's not impossible to hold them in your hands and eat them while walking." He called the waiter to pack the two bags, then he opened the door and walked out with the bags, not noticing the look in his eyes from the young man who had started the conversation behind him.

——Full of ambiguity, fun and sadness.

"Let me see where the first location is..." Alan was holding a bag in one hand and a mobile phone in the other, with a piece of bread in his mouth, just like an ordinary office worker.

"The Montparnasse Cemetery in the Observatory district, how should I put it, a match made in heaven?" After swallowing the last piece of Panini with bacon, he clapped his hands and went there.

After passing the arch bridge of the Seine River and the residence not far from the starting point, Allen finally arrived at the Montparnasse Cemetery. This is a 10-acre open space surrounded by flower beds. There are dozens of covered graves on the open space, with tombstones in front of them. Now is not the time for worship. Such a large cemetery is almost deserted, with only white tombstones. This place is similar to all cemeteries, quiet and simple, with minimal language, and the only flourishing thing is plants and trees.

All of this seems to be saying silently that the person is gone and no one in this world will be immortal.

Of course, there are also those guys who occupy other people’s nests.

"Is this the call of the living dead? I have to say it's quite vivid." He stood on the mound, looking down at these guys who disturbed the peace of the dead, and whistled at them.

"Come here, man!"

It was not until Alan attracted all the attention that he realized how horrible this was.

"What is this undead army? The Scourge of the Undead? There are too many of them!" He started running, because if he didn't run, something would really happen to him.

Of course, it is still important to give yourself psychological hints.

"Clearlove, Run!"

The marathon started, and the athletes were running very hard, but they were still vying for the lead, and the leading athlete was a non-staff member from the Chaldeas delegation. He was running at the front at an extremely fast speed, like a cheetah hunting.

But he was the one being chased.

"Scathach dog me!"

"Come on, we'll be there in about three or four blocks."

Alan could hear the sound of wind coming from the runes, and thought that Scathach should be waiting somewhere very high.

"We're here. Turn left and get down. I'm going to release my treasure!"

Alan responded to Scathach's command and fell to the ground. He turned around and saw the treasure unfold in front of him.

"Power connected by my name, answer my call and open the gate! Come! My territory, my city, the city of shadows that I possess! Descend from the sky here! [Gate of Skye] to the realm of death! Come! Servants, kill these guys without mercy!"

Question: How would you describe the scene where Scathabenha places the second treasure on the spot?

Answer: While chatting and laughing, the masts, oars and sails were reduced to ashes.

Su Dongpo never lied to me!

“Very long.”

"That's why I don't usually use it. It's too troublesome to pronounce. What if I accidentally bite my tongue like that court magician?"

"Come on, young man, there are several more batches waiting for you."

"Unfortunately——!"

It's really unfortunate for me.

What happened at that time? No, I am afraid I will not understand what happened until I die.

Alan lay on the arch bridge, feeling the blood and life flowing out of his body. There was no room for maneuver left. This was a fatal injury that could kill him instantly.

The dying eyeballs captured something unconsciously.

It was a look of contempt that regarded me as an idiot.

"Disappear, sinner, there is no place for you to stay."

The ultimatum, almost like a prayer, came from... the unicorn.

"asshole......"

PS1: The Northern Union made my pants move. Is prison some kind of pornographic place?

PS2: The La Liga team from Catalonia was beaten 0-4 in the first leg, I understand.

PS3: The strongest region is inevitable to spend the holiday at home, even if it is a different game.

Chapter 166 Paris has changed

"Is Mr. Antonio Salieri here?" There was a knock on the door and the voices of young girls. Salieri, who was packing up and preparing to leave the classroom, looked towards the door. After thinking for a while, he decided to let them in.

"Please come in."

After seeing Ritsuka and Mashu come in, he first asked them why they came.

"The get out of class is over, kids. If you don't have anything else to do, go back and have a rest. You still have classes in the afternoon."

Well, it was exactly the same as when he took off the magic costume in Russia. After confirming that he had not found the wrong person, Ritsuka spoke first.

"Signor Salieri, we are from Queen Marie."

"Huh? Since he came from the Queen's place, he must have something to say. What did Amadeus do? Could it be that he and the Queen had an accidental fight?"

No, if that's the case, it should be considered a happy event...

Ritsuka cleared his throat and continued.

"It's Amadeus. He's missing."

Salieri's water glass fell to the ground, and the unfinished water in it flowed out.

"You said Amadeus...he's missing?"

This is when Matthew came up and added: "Yes, Mr. Salieri, he disappeared this morning, and he was still with Miss Mary."

He touched his chin with his hand and began to think about all this, pacing back and forth constantly, which was his habit when thinking.

Salieri walked to the window, put his hands behind his back and looked out at the sturdy pine trees in the sunlight.

"Are there any other cases of disappearance?"

"Yes, there is another one who is also missing."

"Who?"

"Mr. Alvin Vasago."

Alvin Vasago? Him? Why was he involved in this? Was there something else going on?

If it was just Amadeus alone, there might be some clues to follow, but if Alvin was brought along...

Salieri could think of no good reason.

"Alvin and Amadeus, do these two people have anything in common when they disappeared?" Salieri's eyes lit up. He was looking forward to the next answer, which might be the breakthrough point.

"As for common ground, there is none."

But after hearing Mashu's answer, Salieri was disappointed that he didn't get the answer he wanted. He stumbled a few steps, and the table moved half a foot away. The two remaining glass cups on the table for playing also fell and shattered. He hurriedly held onto the wall to stand firm.

"But there's something special about where Alvin disappeared."

"What special law?"

"He disappeared at Notre Dame."

But before Salieri could react, the sound of breaking glass downstairs attracted all their attention.

"Are there other students or teachers in the teaching building at this time?"

"Yes, and only one." He picked up his clothes and hurried downstairs.

"Antoine Laurent de Lavoisier."

"Senior, Lavoisier is..."

"Come on, Mashu, we can't just stand by and watch."

If I were the one who knew nothing about anything here, I would probably have to waste time listening to Mashu's explanation. Ritsuka thought so and walked downstairs quickly.

But one thing is for sure: people will continue to learn and improve.

"Let go of my lab equipment! Put them down and get out of my lab!"

"Sorry, sir, this is an order." The soldier was a little embarrassed. After all, he was a member of the Royal Academy of Sciences and one of the eleven royal tax officials directly under Louis XVI.

"What kind of order is this!"

"When you first became a member of the Academy of Sciences thirty years ago, you invested 50 francs in the tax-farming bureau to contract the right to collect taxes on salt and tobacco."

Simply put, it was buying official positions to make money, and now that the truth has been revealed, it's nothing out of the ordinary.

"...Who gave the order?"

"Mr. Jean-Paul Marat, and..." The soldier hesitated slightly, looked at Lavoisier who was in a rage, and hesitated to speak.

"Tell me! Who else?"

"Fellow Faucroy."

"Sexe!"

It turned out that these were the two guys he was targeting!

That guy named Marat actually used his research on "The Theory of Flame" to apply for membership in the French Academy of Sciences. Is this kind of mediocre and scientifically worthless thing enough to qualify? It's obvious that he's just trying to get membership and make money.

As for Faucroy, haha, you can never judge a person by his appearance. Recently, there has been a mysterious figure secretly persecuting the Academy of Sciences. I thought it was some political enemy I had created, but I didn't expect that it turned out to be an insider.

That’s great, you guys are amazing, CTMD.

"Why are you so slow?" The sergeant came in with his men and met Lavoisier's angry eyes.

"Really? I see. It's better to come early than to arrive at the right time." He smiled, opened the indictment document in his hand and began to read it.

"French citizens, I expose to you the great swindler Mr. Lavoisier, the son of a land grabber, a chemist's apprentice, a stock runner, a tax collector, the president of the gunpowder association, the head of a bank, the emperor's secretary, a French academician, a close friend of Varvier, a corrupt official of the Paris Food Committee, and the greatest conspirator of our time. This gentleman who earns 40,000 pounds a year, in order to collect taxes, actually spent 33 million taels of silver from our poor people to build walls and turned Paris into an airless prison. He moved the national gunpowder magazine into the Bastille. He also used vicious tricks to try to enter the Paris City Council!"

"Bury this pseudo-scholar who is the enemy of the people!"

Very good, it is obviously the work of Marat.

"Give me a moment to sort these things out."

"Sorry. France doesn't need scientists!"

Lavoisier closed his eyes in despair.

Damn it... I hope the court will give me time to sort out my chemical experiment results, and Mr. Lagrange, don't let him come to Paris.

There are still many things that have not been dealt with...

The room was unknowingly filled with a smell. The soldiers began to cough uncontrollably, and Lavoisier subconsciously covered his mouth and nose.

You actually broke the bottle of chlorine gas. You are really something.

At this time, a figure flashed outside the door, holding a shield and smashing it on the heads of those soldiers. The cross shield, which was made of unknown material, fell down as soon as it touched them.