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

"Damn! What does this title mean? It's so offensive!" Alan looked at the title and quickly turned to the page with detailed reports. After reading it all, he found it was full of nonsense, all malicious speculations from unscrupulous media.

"Didn't the guy who wrote the report ever study physics?"

"You can't ask a group of reporters who are good at writing gossip media to write such serious reports." After confirming that the person in front of him was the real Alvin himself, Amadeus also became lazy.

After all, he was holding toast in his hand.

"Would you like some? I baked this toast myself." He handed the still warm toast on the table to Alan. "No worries about three meals a day. Let's have Mozart's secret toast today. It's both affordable and filling..."

Amadeus had gone bad, Allen was sure of that, and it smelled terrible.

"Where's the queen?"

"Sleeping." He said calmly, but Alan knew the truth as soon as he looked at the clock on the wall.

"Brothers are like limbs, wives are like clothes. If clothes are torn, they can be mended, but if limbs are broken, how can they be reattached?" He sighed, thinking it would be too much if he didn't go to Bollywood to be an extra.

"Where did you learn all these nonsense?"

"Didn't you abandon your brothers first and come back to be intimate with your wife?"

"Fuck, you were the one who set the flag, and you still have the nerve to blame me. Let's get back to business. What happened last night?"

At this point, Amadeus became serious. After all, the world had not been reset and he had indeed died. What secrets were hidden behind this new version of the bed could only be understood through the only designated white mouse, Alan.

"That process was truly amazing, Amadeus." He recalled last night's experience with a complicated expression.

The cold rain dripped from Alan's hair and then flowed onto his face like light tears. It made his mind clear. Alan blinked his eyes to squeeze out the rain, and his blank eyes met its golden eyes.

"It's no fun to keep playing like this. I have something to ask you."

What does it mean?

Alan is very tired now. If it were just physical, it would be fine. After all, he has been stabbed so many times that he has become accustomed to it.

What is tiring is the mental aspect. He is almost numb, which is not good news. It means that he may press the surrender button at any time. He has seen too many such scenes of people standing firm and unyielding until their eventual fall. When he thinks that he will become one of them one day, he suddenly feels something is wrong.

"It's not really a roundabout way to put it. If you just want to leave this world, it's not impossible for you to choose to leave alone. You can just run back and continue to repair the singularity, and then this fantasy world will disappear. Vassago told you this, right?"

This was not a plan to get Amadeus out of trouble as he had always said. Allen was looking for something that he could never touch again. He himself did not realize this.

What made him uneasy was that he could not forget the days he had spent with that ordinary doctor in Chaldea. He only wished that this time would be extended again.

"I know that this first singularity will eventually be repaired, but I still want to hear your opinion, newcomer."

"...Do you think we will win?"

Will we ever win? It asked with its eyes.

Alan's eyes became blank. He didn't know whether this was a cliché or Andusias's true words.

After weighing the two options, he came up with a universal answer:

“The time will come when you can’t lose.”

It laughed, and the sound was not the cry of an animal as Alan had imagined, but rather quite pleasant to the ear.

"You are so eloquent that you resemble Vassago. Anyway, you are a new human being created by my Lord. From now on, I will not choose to kill you."

"But if you don't want to continue to lose, you have to show your true strength. According to common sense, your fighting ability should not be so weak." It kicked the pistol back to Allen's hand.

"You should have been careful in the fight, and with this thing, according to common sense, you should have been able to defeat me long ago, and then take Amadeus back to France of that era."

"But why didn't you do it once? Did you lose confidence?"

"this......"

"Feeling guilty? This is even more embarrassing."

Andusias suddenly found that this new toy in front of him was much more interesting than the cold and ruthless piano-playing machine in his home.

What a pity, what a pity, that guy got there first.

"By the way, if I remember correctly, the guy from Shadow Country is called Alan?"

"That's right, is there anything wrong?"

In response, Andusias sneered, showing a hint of sarcasm.

"Alvin Vashak, didn't Vashak tell you that your name is your life?"

"Get ready. It's time for you to say goodbye to the past once and for all."

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PS1: There are production members who came to fight among Guayou Shidaifu, so this makes sense.

PS2: I was surprised that the painting I was temporarily asked to submit won the third prize.

PS3: This month has been quite touching...

Chapter 182 Vive la France!

The afterglow of the setting sun lengthened the shadows, and the artillery fire outside Paris had to stop after a day of continuous bombardment.

"It's meaningless." Napoleon threw the survey map in his hand and walked away angrily. "What's the difference between this and bombarding Corsica from Marseille every day? Demonstration is enough, but what else?"

"It's like impotent rage, your Louis XVI."

In fact, Napoleon was very panicked now. You know, his good friend Alvin was in Paris now, and he was worried that he might win the jackpot by accident.

"No, I have to think of a way..."

When everyone was off work and going to eat, Napoleon headed for the commanding heights. But in fact, the commanding heights were just a relatively high hill.

From his current perspective, he could see the tall city gates, the towering pale yellow walls, and the most striking buildings in Paris. Against the backdrop of these tall buildings, the young man was as thin as a willow leaf that could be blown by the wind. However, no one could know that within his fragility, there was an unparalleled hardness that could not be broken by human hearts or worldly affairs.

"The Bastille?"

Napoleon looked at the illegal building with eight towers and the fifteen heavy cannons in the deep dark holes, and it was like opening the door to a new world, and suddenly he saw the light.

"Want to destroy it?" A voice came from behind. He turned around and saw the general slowly walking up to him. General Lindenwan was wearing a military uniform, smiling, and gentle and elegant. He didn't look like the heroic figure who was so famous and powerful in the Seven Years' War.

"No, General, I just want to relax."

"A general who loses his troops is worse than a soldier who knows how to fight."

The general stood beside Napoleon, also looking at the symbol of Paris.

"Buwanaba, what do you know about it?"

"Controlling the commanding heights of Paris and a prison for political prisoners, but this has defeated the original purpose of its establishment."

"Yes, the Bastille was originally used to defend against the attacks of the British during the Hundred Years' War, but today, its nature has changed." The general narrowed his eyes slightly. If someone familiar with him was here, they would know that this was a sign that he was about to make some decision.

"Do you know what it's like in here, Buwanaba?"

"Have you been inside?"

He nodded to indicate that the answer was correct.

"In fact, the Bastille is the prison with the best living conditions in France. But compared with this, as a symbol of the king's power, it can better highlight its current significance."

"Since we are here under the order of His Majesty the King, any accidents that happen during this period of time are beyond the control of His Majesty the King."

The general patted Napoleon on the shoulder, turned around and left.

"Don't forget to eat, kid."

This is not too obvious. It simply means that you can do whatever you want and no one will remember it anyway. Napoleon is very different from this.

"Can you tell me why, General?"

He had no image of the emperor who later became the First French Empire, and looked more like an ordinary soldier, but this was more in line with his choice.

After hearing the voice behind him, Lindenwan stopped and seemed to be thinking.

“When people come to this world, they always have to do something to prove that they exist.”

History has preserved no memory of the first of July, 1811, nor of the event which so agitated Paris at such an early hour.

It was neither an attack by troops from various parts of France outside the city, nor a ceremonial procession at Notre Dame announcing the return of the saint, nor a student riot at the University of Paris, nor the entry of "His Great and Honorable Royal Highness", nor the beautiful hanging of male and female thieves sentenced by the Palais de Justice in Paris, nor the arrival of those envoys in gorgeous costumes and wearing feathers that were common in the eighteenth century.

Rather, it was the inspiring speech delivered by their respected Queen amid the sound of gunfire.

She stood on a high platform, below the stage were poor and impoverished people, and behind her there was artillery fire that might stop at any time. Yes, she left the safety of the Louvre and went to the northern district of Paris, which was filled with chaos and poverty.

At this moment, she stood in front of everyone and gave an inspiring speech.

"The general considerations I have introduced to you are true, but at this moment, disaster has already struck us. Therefore, instead of examining the causes of the disaster, it is better to quickly remedy and eliminate the disaster. Therefore, I tell you and should make you believe: we should protect our families."

"Six months ago, the drought hit us and they didn't give us a break, which made things doubly difficult for us. Now we have to correct our mistakes."

"You have your own family as leverage and the rationality of the ancient sages as a fulcrum, but you are doing nothing here!"

"To do this we need strength and perseverance; in reality, we lack these. I put aside all feelings except my passionate love for the common good of France."

The shells from outside the city whizzed past her head in clusters, landing in various places in Paris, like thunder in a storm, rolling on the ground continuously. At this moment, a shell flying from the horizon landed on the ground behind her, turning the sky upside down and causing clusters of fire to fly.

"Your Majesty!" The people listening to the speech kept pushing forward, worry and fear written all over their faces.

"Be patient, my friends." She pressed down her sun hat, cleaned the dust off it, and walked up to them.

"I am fine."

This was just a minor incident for her and did not affect her speech.

"I want to reassure you that the Bourbon royal family is a friend of all ordinary people. We will maintain the church on the Île de la Cité and respectfully erect a statue of Joan of Arc there; awaken the sleeping souls and enable us to restore the glorious glory of Charlemagne. This is the fruit of your victory, and these fruits will create a new era! Immortal honor will belong to you!"

"Let us be the conquerors of the Netherlands, let us push France forward, so that we may live forever. Let us accomplish these great missions!" She raised her hand and shouted the classic words that have been passed down through the ages.

“Vive la France!”

There was no doubt that their emotions were aroused, as evidenced by the continuous applause. Ritsuka was in the audience at that moment, listening to Queen Marie's speech - although she was speaking in French and could not understand it, she was able to roughly understand its meaning with the help of Mashu's simultaneous translation.

"They are completely two different people." Ritsuka sighed. The story that started all over again gave her a new understanding of the Heroic Spirits she was familiar with.

As for Salieri, he just kept sighing.

"Look, Your Majesty, your youngest daughter has grown up."

PS1: The content of the speech mainly comes from Danton's "How to Save France" and Napoleon's "Speech in Milan"

PS2: The Guayou activities have also started to be seamless, I am very worried about my liver.

PS3: US stocks are falling like crazy!

Chapter 183 July 7st without a cycle

"I am back."

Ritsuka yawned and returned to Chaldea's office in Paris, along with music teacher Salieri and Marie Antoinette, who was forcibly pulled over by Ritsuka Mashu.

"Uh, did we go the wrong way, Mash?"

"probably."

Is there this pit when we go out in the morning?

"That's great. Miss Joan of Arc is still worried that there won't be enough dinner today. This is really great." Ophelia leaned against the door with a kettle watering the flowers, looking at each other across a big pit.

"These are the remnants of today's artillery fire. We're lucky no one was hit. But you can only go through the back door." She kept winking at Mashu, who just nodded slightly.

After turning into a small path, Mashu whispered in Ritsuka's ear: "We may be followed, senior."

"Did Aoife say anything else?"

"I'm sorry Mr. Shay, but we may have to move our position."

"Let's talk about the specifics after we get inside." Ritsuka paused the discussion and pointed to the wall.

The wall has ears.

This was just a trivial episode, but for Queen Mary, it was a good thing to see the respectable saint again.

Joan of Arc was firing on all cylinders at this moment. After all, children from poor families have to grow up early, and as the eldest sister in the family, this matter was already a piece of cake for her.

In the room on the second floor, Voltaire dragged out a white board from somewhere and listed all the things that happened today according to the statements of both parties.

Bombardment from outside the city

The sudden riot at the University of Paris

The Louvre with Queen Marie alone