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

"Would you like to order anything, both of you?" The waiter handed over a menu. For such an ordinary little shop, there wasn't much to choose from.

"A crepe and a panini, with a glass of lemonade to go." Alan chose the last supper.

"Two macarons, please," Amadeus replied.

"By the way, what's the reason why you order like this? Are you obsessed or stubborn?" Scathach said while biting a crepe in her hand.

“It just tastes better together.”

My fate is in my own hands! I don't believe it!

"At least it's OK as long as I can eat enough and not starve to death." Amadeus didn't care, but at the same time, Alan looked at him with disdain, as if he was looking at a mentally retarded person.

"you sure?"

"What do you mean? Do I have to spend more? Look at the time now."

He pointed to the clock hanging on the wall, the hour hand hovering directly between nine and ten.

"Okay." Allen spread his hands helplessly. "Let's see what happens next."

Does this guy really have the physical strength to run?

"Sir, here's the set meal you ordered."

When the waiter brought the plate, Alan handed over the tip, including Amadeus's, under the eager gaze.

"You really ordered another one of the same stuff as before." Scathach turned her head and looked at the pile of things and deluxe versions of drinks in his house, and couldn't help but become interested.

"Give me an Alexander cocktail."

"Okay, beautiful lady."

"Are you really not trying to make fun of me?" Alan's face wrinkled as he held the cup. There are many cocktails suitable for women, but she chose this one. This made him think deeply.

"It was just a whim," she said as she bit into the crepe, with white cream on the corners of her mouth, but he seemed unaware of that.

"What's wrong?" Scathach was very confused. This guy looked at her too frequently during this period of time.

After receiving the plate from the waiter, Amadeus turned his back, covered his ears, closed his eyes and ate the macarons. It's edible anyway, don't compare at this time, it will really make you angry.

After everything that happened last night, when they were about to leave, Alan, who was the first to be hit, had just opened the door when he was hit back by heavier rain.

“Excuse me, are there any umbrellas in the store?”

"Sorry, there are only two in the store, but there are three of you..." The waiter looked embarrassed when he said this.

"How about this, Amadeus you come with me, and Scathach you take one yourself."

"Hey, hey..." He protested, but was told "the objection is invalid."

"What are you saying? My Alexander family has been gentlemen for generations!" Alan took a big black umbrella, opened it, and the two of them left.

"See you later, Scathach."

"...See you later."

She held an umbrella in the rain and waved gently, bidding him a silent farewell, watching the two people holding umbrellas disappear from her sight and the light of the street lamps.

"See you tomorrow, no, July 7st, Alan."

PS1: At Mana and ENA's graduation ceremony, Mana's fans reached 20...

So can the 20WB limit be faster? (;???Д??`)

PS2: Every update of MRFZ will make a group of pigeons worry about the settings. It seems that it was a wise decision not to make a choice in the first place.

PS3: K has lived up to his friends in his life! (G22-1MOUZ)

Faze UP! (Faze2-1Vitality)

My youth is back!

Chapter 173: Carry an umbrella but not a knife on a rainy night

The street was indeed deserted. It was raining heavily and it was dark. The surrounding trees were knocked down by the rain. The street was in a mess. Lightning flashed across the street, which was shocking and extremely terrifying.

“This rain is too heavy!”

"Don't ask me! The weather forecast didn't say there was going to be a typhoon!"

On a dark rainy night, the two demon pillars shared an umbrella and shivered in the increasingly heavy rain.

There was a constant rustling of sand all over the world, and the remote back alleys were pitch dark in the rainy night. In the distance, cars passed by on the street, and the blurred lights flashed and disappeared, and the shining puddles were instantly trampled into pieces.

"Can you do it? If not, just give me the umbrella."

"Then you kicked me out and ran away with your umbrella?"

"Is that the kind of person you think I am?"

"Who told you to be called Vassago?"

Thanks to the sudden heavy rain, visibility has been greatly reduced, making everything inconvenient. Daily tasks that could have been completed early have now become troublesome.

"So, what's your daily routine?"

"Ah?" Because of the sound of rain, Alan did not hear Amadeus' question, he could only shout loudly into his ear.

"What did you say?"

"I say! You and Scathach! Is this how you always patrol at night?"

"Is not this nonsensical!"

As a queen, there is nothing wrong with her patrolling her territory, right? And although this behavior seems like looking for a needle in a haystack, it is better to take the initiative than to stay at home and wait for others to take the bait.

Paris is just that big anyway.

"Your efficiency is too low." Amadeus was speechless at this low-level search method. "Have you ever thought of a way to improve it?"

"It would be nice if there was one." He leaned towards him tremblingly. The rain was too cold.

“The efficiency of handling things cannot be measured by the amount of time spent, but by the development trend of things. The efficiency of handling things does not depend on the amount of things handled each time, but on the serious and responsible attitude of the person handling them.”

"Okay, okay, you're right."

As they walked forward holding umbrellas, a pleasant ringtone rang from the Nokia phone in Alan's shirt.

It was the most classic and well-known ringtone, and it was also the ringtone he specially set. In the endless rainy night, he dialed the phone.

"What's wrong, Romani?"

"Well, Alan, I probably won't be going back tonight."

"What happened?"

"Nothing... probably." Romani stood in front of the window, looking at the rain that seemed to show no sign of stopping, and his former roommates who were drunk behind him.

There's absolutely no going back tonight.

"Really? I get it. You two haven't seen each other for so many years, but you still have a good relationship." After hearing the background noise, he thought of the answer.

"Control yourself, Romani. Tell me how much you drank."

"One cup."

"......Sure?"

"Three cups." She answered honestly, but her lying skills, which had always been able to deceive people, lost their magic in front of him.

"That's still within control." Alan breathed a sigh of relief. He had seen how drunk Romani could be. It was no exaggeration to say that he had reached the level of the Israeli boxing champion again.

"Are you so worried?" Her faint voice came, carrying a lot of resentment.

"I'm sorry, but I have to think about everyone in Chaldea. Otherwise, if anything happens to you, everyone will hold me responsible."

Hearing his pleading voice, she could imagine his distressed expression and laughed unconsciously.

"The signal is bad. I'm hanging up. Go to bed early. Good night."

"Good night." She hung up the phone first. This was an unwritten rule between them.

"So, whatever happens next, it's okay," Romani said, after putting his phone on silent mode, putting it down and rushing back.

"No one can escape tonight!" Romani held the bottle in his hand and was determined to get drunk. Allen, who was in the rain, felt even colder after hanging up the phone.

"I don't know what to say to you." Amadeus, who was holding an umbrella at the side, looked at the man who got himself wet while answering the phone and just shook his head.

"Same here." Allen was helpless. After all, Nokia's waterproof performance was hard to describe. "Actually, we are all the same."

"Where are you going next? Is there any place you haven't been to yet?" He shook his shoes, which were full of rain water. He would definitely change them when he got home.

"I should have been there, probably." Alan tried hard to recall all the places he had never set foot on. Everything seemed so perfect - until he saw the arch bridge.

The arched bridge leading to the Ile de la Cité was right in front of him.

“But that’s not necessarily the case now.”

"What do you mean?"

"I have never been to this bridge or that island."

Amadeus looked over and saw the church standing there in the rain, motionless. The light shining through the high windows on the dome was like a lighthouse, guiding Alan forward.

"I understand. I'll just go with you." Amadeus was not vague. He held an umbrella and walked over there with Allen.

In fact, there was something Alan didn't say: every time he died, he died on this arch bridge.

The rain was still falling heavily, as if it wanted to wash away all the filth and sin in the world. The sky and the earth were blurred, and there was a faint sense of uneasiness and ominousness everywhere.

The two people's steps were very synchronized, and every time they kicked, a splash of water was created.

Great, it looks like there are no issues at this time.

At least that's what he thought when he reached the middle of the bridge. Until -

He saw the figure of the unicorn, standing there.

"You shouldn't have done this."

“But I did it anyway.”

At least, it confirmed an idea in my heart, and this idea is undoubtedly true.

"Run. Amadeus."

This was definitely the day he had the most doubts, Amadeus sighed, but soon he knew why Allen asked her to do this.

"You brought him here, and this is unforgivable."

"I'm just a guinea pig anyway. This is what you tailored for him."

It didn't say anything, just stood there and watched. Allen pushed Amadeus hard, and when the latter saw it, he could no longer move.

"Run! Run as far as possible! Go find Scathach!"

"how about you?"

"You know, at least I achieved my goal."

He smiled like a prisoner before being sentenced to death; after understanding the determination of the man in front of him, he chose to be a deserter and ran behind Alan with an umbrella.

You can’t be wrong. You can’t be wrong. It’s you, it ...!

Andusias!

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PS1: Three boxes in a small town, dreaming back to Boston in 2018, woooooo.

PS2: Why do I feel like there is only Soviet Russia in my pool...

PS3: I want to watch Big Daddy! Why is there a 29th this year?

Chapter 174 Countdown to Death...

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the heavy rain flooded the crisscrossing streets and alleys. The night was very quiet, with only the sound of the rain and his footsteps and breathing as he ran in the rain.

Amadeus ran blindly in the rain, without a purpose or destination, his only goal was to find someone. It was pitch black in front of his eyes, and the raindrops felt harsh on his head. He probably wouldn't be able to get up unless he lay down for two or three days.

Faster, faster, I must find someone who can fight it. This person can't be myself, nor the man over there who asked me to leave.

There is only one person in all of Paris who can do this.