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Chapter 171 At Least, Please Be a Hero

"How did you come?"

"Well, I have a reason to come here."

Alan stood in front of the door and watched Amadeus open it. He had a three or four-year-old child on his head making a fuss. His hair, which he was so proud of, was now a mess.

"Little Karsi, come down quickly. Dad has something else to do."

"No."

"Come down."

"No!" Not only did he ruthlessly reject his father's request, he even pulled his father's hair.

"Dad is a bad guy! He didn't buy me Kamen Rider!"

Well, I guess I’ll have to bring a team with me next time I come.

Alan looked at Amadeus with the same look as a drowning man grabbing the last swimming ring in the water.

Dog me!

"Little Carl, my brother also likes Kamen Rider. Can you tell me which Kamen Rider you want?"

"Tsk, you're so old and still acting young." He has always been disgusted with such behavior of not even knowing how old one is, but the eyes of little Carl above him lit up and he didn't bother to pull his hair.

"Kamen Rider Den-O!"

Come on, I’m still a Den-O fan.

What, I'm also a Den-O fan? That's fine.

"Don't you care about your son's growth?"

"I am guilty..."

Well, he admitted that it was difficult for him to use electrical appliances, and even after all this time, his use of electrical appliances was limited to making phone calls.

Hello, are you there? Do you have a real bone sculpture of Den-O?

【No. 】

I remember that the last time I went to your Velvet Room, there was a real bone sculpture of Electric King.

[Outrageous! This is the bottom line! ]

I was thinking this isn't a general sale, you wouldn't have just bought one, right?

[Even so, it still won’t work! ]

A Ten Minutes Later

"Thank you, big brother!" He happily ran back to the room holding the real bone sculpture in his hand.

"Where did you get this thing?"

"I can't say it. I can't say it." He leaned against the wall, looking a little tired. Cold sweat wet his back and his body was shaking slightly. You have to admit that he is definitely good at disguise.

"Are we going to leave now, Alvin?"

"No, I have one more thing to do."

"whats the matter?"

"watch the news."

So, Allen took the remote control and turned on the TV while Amadeus looked at him as if he was mentally retarded.

"Federer will be aiming for his 15th Grand Slam."

Cutting table.

"Michael Jackson's funeral is expected to take place in..."

He pressed the channel change button without hesitation.

"American President Obama——"

Next, next, next, he kept pressing the buttons, as if he was looking for something, or to verify his ideas, but to Amadeus it was all in vain.

"Okay, okay, I'll go out with you now, okay? Even though it'll cost you a lot of money, you don't have to do this..."

His voice gradually became quieter and he no longer said meaningless words like "Look".

——Because he saw a reality that he couldn’t believe.

"French King Louis XVI will use the army to maintain law and order in Paris in the coming days, our reporter reports from Paris."

"What's going on?" He suddenly raised his voice. This kind of thing that was impossible to happen actually happened in this world.

"As you can see, this is indeed Louis XVI himself at Versailles."

"But--"

"Do you remember what we talked about when we first met in this world?"

"We spoke of your clothes and your wealth..."

"It seems you have roughly guessed it." Alan turned off the TV. "It links two time points, 2009 and ①⑦⑧⑨. As for the end time before each cycle, it should be July 7th."

"so......"

"Ah, yes, you and I from years ①⑦⑧⑨ were pulled into this world of 2009."

“Why 2009?”

"Because I was traveling in Paris at that time, with Romani."

"Travel? Yes, you are from the observatory, remember what is soul transfer?" Amadeus smiled helplessly. "That's why I feel that this world is like 'stitched' together, I see."

"So now, are you going to leave?"

"Let's go, after all, this is what I promised."

"Dad, are you going out with big brother?" Little Carl peeked through the crack in the door and looked curiously.

"Yes, little Carl, Dad has something to do and needs to go out with big brother now. You must protect mom at home."

"I got it, Dad. Ultraman Mebius and Kamen Rider Den-O will protect Mom with me!"

After learning about the special nature of this space, he developed a strong interest in the so-called "Ultraman" and "Masked Rider".

"Little Carl, can you tell Daddy who they are?" Amadeus squatted down and looked at his son. Although he didn't know what was going on, he could feel that his blood was indeed flowing in this little body.

This was indeed his son, but he did not know how he was born.

"Heroes! Ultraman and Kamen Rider are heroes!" Little Carl said excitedly, and Mary was also awakened by the sound and came out to see what happened.

"Amadeus, are you going out?"

"Oh, yes, Mary, going out to meet some old school friends whom I haven't seen for years."

"Hello, ma'am." He greeted the queen very naturally.

"Hello, sir, in that case, I won't bother you anymore." After she saw the toy in her son's hand, she was going to ask him to return it, but with Alan gesturing wildly, she had no choice but to accept it.

"Please send Amadeus back. You know, he can't drink very well."

"Please rest assured about this."

"Goodbye, Daddy!"

"Goodbye, little Carl. You should go to bed early tonight."

"Ok!"

Before closing the door, he waved two priceless toys in his hands and said goodbye to Amadeus outside.

"Let's go."

"Ah."

On the way to the reunion, Amadeus thought about a lot of things, such as this world, his family, and the two toys in his son's hands when he saw him again.

"Alvin, let me ask you a question. What do the Ultraman and Kamen Rider that Carl mentioned symbolize?"

"There is no doubt that what they symbolize is heroes."

A hero?

He looked up at the starry sky, silent.

PS1: I think Biss has no objection to this.

PS2: It’s time to go to bed, and I have to go to class in the morning.

PS3: From Jinye to Moyu, it only takes 2000 words. (＠￣ー￣＠)

Chapter 172 The Last Supper

The instantaneous brightness of the street lamps contrasts with the slowly falling night. The hazy night seems even more mysterious, and the soft dusk becomes brighter under the light of the street lamps.

"Sure enough, there is a huge difference...it's really eye-opening." He looked at the horse-drawn carriages that used to travel on the road, which in his eyes had become cars.

"Is this Stitcher?"

"I have to agree with you on that one."

Deeply poisoned by this situation, Allen rarely agreed with Amadeus's idea, and the two men formed a united front.

"But then again, where is the queen now?"

Well, at this moment, the sound of an incoming call rang out. It was undoubtedly from Alan, because Amadeus didn't have this thing at all.

"How's it going, is everything done?"

"I came out. Where are you now?"

"I'll send you the address, and you can come directly when the time comes." She hung up the phone without my permission. She seemed like the type who was very careful with her spending.

"Beep." The text message alert sounded.

"...Isn't this the crepe shop where I went to eat?" Alan looked at the address sent and scratched his head subconsciously.

"Want to go get some crepes?" he asked the musician next to him.

"That sounds like I have any right. Let's go."

If you don't oppose or express your opinion, the result will naturally be support.

The memory of his time in Paris has become vague, and now he relies on constant reincarnation to get familiar with the city again. Now he knows all the hidden little shops in Paris very well.

"It's raining." He stretched out his palm and touched the raindrops falling from the sky. Although they were still small, they still made him feel cold when they dripped into his hand.

"Did you bring an umbrella?"

"what are you saying?"

Well, it looks like no one brought an umbrella.

"Let's run and see who gets there first."

"Shameless guy." For Amadeus who didn't know the exact location, he could only follow him, which was really unfair.

"Thank you for the compliment."

The rain was not heavy, as fine as cotton wool, but it still had a negative impact on visibility, making it difficult for them to see clearly.

There are tall buildings everywhere and the streets are full of traffic. The crowds are like tides, the neon lights are dazzling, and the lights are hazy, both real and unreal. The metropolis with a population of more than 10 million is full of traffic. The high-rise buildings and huge advertising screens are intertwined, making this bustling city night full of singing and dancing.

But beneath this prosperous city, unknown dangers are lurking.

"Alvin, don't you check the weather forecast?"

"Look at the hammer, run!"

As Yu grew older, they were glad that they had not come to the snack bar before they got so wet.

The rain outside was gradually becoming colder, and the store was so warm in comparison. Scathach sat at the bar, with a plate of crepes in front of her. There were two seats on the left, where the two people who had escaped thousands of miles sat.

"Can't you just shake off the water drops on your head?"

"Aren't there tissues here?" The two of them took turns taking tissues, neither of them knowing what was happening.