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

Jie Hinako was speechless for a moment, and in the end could only leave it at that.

"Just this once, never happen again."

Okay, I’ll definitely do it next time, Aku Hinako-senpai.

But reality did not give them much time. The carriage stopped and they could finally get out of the carriage that was filled with all kinds of strange smells.

"This force is too strong." Voltaire complained to himself, but was treated very roughly by the prison guard, who pushed him hard from behind and almost pushed Voltaire to the ground.

"Show some respect to me! You thief who stole from the company!"

"Yes, my lord."

If one day I retire from Chaldea and go back to work, how should I write my resume?

While thinking about this question, Ritsuka didn't notice the jailer's lustful eyes at all. Originally, his target was the aloof Akure Hinako, but seeing that this type was not easy to mess with, he planned a group battle in his mind and turned his hunting target to the pure Ritsuka with long black straight hair.

"Ritsuka, are you really not bothered by the looks these guys give you? It's disgusting."

As they were being escorted forward in a row, Aku Hinako whispered beside her that if she didn't have a mission to accomplish, she would have wanted to chop these guys to death right now.

Ritsuka just lowered his head, said nothing, and walked slowly forward. Seeing this, Aku Hinako gave up and began to think about countermeasures independently, but she found that she had no better method except to rush.

When they were on the way to the warden's office, Ritsuka suddenly had an attack. He grabbed the head of the jailer behind him and threw him over his shoulder. The iron chain seemed to have no effect at all. At the same time, Voltaire successfully knocked down the person who was watching him.

As for Aku Hinako, Ritsuka has never doubted her fighting ability.

After knocking them down, she picked up the keys from the ground and opened the restraints of the three people one by one. She moved her wrists and looked at the girl who was cleaning up the scene.

"I thought you would just keep quiet, Ritsuka."

"I can't do it. I'm not a saint, and what these people say always makes me think of some bad developments."

After finding all the key chains, Lixiang kicked the guy who had evil intentions towards her hard as a way of venting her anger.

"Let's go. Today is a day trip to the Bastille. Next time we come, we'll have to visit this place."

Each level of the prison goes straight underground, and the deeper you go, the darker and narrower it gets. This is why it becomes more and more eerie and terrifying as you go deeper. If one day you want to shoot the Divine Comedy and film the hell that Dante wants to describe, there will be no better place than this.

They passed the old gaoler, leaning his weapons against the wall, and dozing over a meat pie and a can of brown ale; and on and on they went, past the torture-chamber, the finger-holding room, and the corner leading to the secret scaffold, until they came to the door of the darkest dungeon in the innermost part of the prison. There sat an old gaoler, fiddling with a bunch of heavy keys. There they stopped.

"old man."

Voltaire called out softly to the jailer in front of him, his eyes full of nostalgia, as if they were meeting again after a long separation.

"......who?"

He raised his head slightly, and suddenly his eyes went dark. Voltaire picked up the key ring. Although there were many keys, they were actually all of the same model.

——That is, only one door can be opened.

Voltaire inserted it and turned it to the left, and with a "click", the cell door opened.

This is one of the famous cells used to lock up important criminals. There are two or three small windows on the side walls of the cage, and the thick iron bars on the windows are densely packed. There is no sunlight all year round, and even the air is turbid. A normal person can't stand staying there for a while.

There's not only a smell of dampness and blood here, but also a scent of death.

"This is where I lived back then. Let's build a lepton node here first. It will be more convenient when the time comes. And judging from the looks of it, no one has been here for a long time." Voltaire looked at the dusty bed and the spider webs in the corners, feeling a little emotional.

"Wouldn't you feel uncomfortable in this environment?"

"No." He disagreed with Ritsuka.

“For a person in prison, what really imprisons him is not the walls of the cell, but the other prisoners in the cell.”

Although he has only been here for 11 months, he already knows the ins and outs of prison. Even though this is the best prison in Paris, there are still social connections. For example, violeurs are the lowest class, and everyone here looks down on them.

Lixiang sniffed the air. The smell of dampness and blood in this space that had been closed for such a long time was suspicious in itself.

"Wow, what is so slippery?" She grabbed the wall in time. It was clearly a cell that had not been occupied for a long time, and there were too many strange things in it.

Ritsuka looked back and saw a tentacle extending from the place where he had just stepped into the sewer. It was such a striking appearance that he could not forget it.

She thought of the news about the rotation of soldiers stationed at the Bastille a few days ago. It seemed like a normal handover, but now it seems...

"The node has been built. Ritsuka, are you ready to go?"

"No, let's get some soldiers some clothes. There are some issues that need to be figured out now."

For example, the Servant stationed in the Bastille.

PS: What kind of up-vote you have, what kind of fans you have. Everyone will come to step on him.

You can recharge 648 for the mobile game, but I can’t recharge 100 for the web game?

As soon as you open your mouth, you are showing double standards

By the way, why don’t you release Puni?

Chapter 189: Collapse and Escape

"Paris, she's fallen. Who made her like that?"

"Don't read the movie script at this time!"

Amadeus' throat felt dry and his heart was beating nearly half as fast as usual because he had felt blood flowing out of his right foot after a full-out sprint that exceeded his limit. If he had not finally found a place to hide, with his already exhausted physical strength, he would have been the kind of person who could be slaughtered after standing there for three seconds.

"Are you thinking about life? Come here quickly." Alan, who ran in first, turned back and stopped the person who was chasing him from behind.

"Ha, ha - haah -..." He gasped for breath, his knees slightly bent, and then used both hands to jump in from the window in a dog-crawling manner. As he jumped in, Alan also slammed the window shut.

Although this window is useless to those monsters, the protection of windows and doors is necessary for spiritual comfort.

There were roars coming from outside, neat and uniform. The products of the "wedges" identified by himself and Scathach had unknowingly become obstacles to their progress.

Even though he jumped in through the window, if he was caught, the entire building would be crushed.

They fight collectively, not because there is anyone commanding them, but because their numbers are sufficient to support them in doing so.

"If this continues we'll have to prepare for the next cycle."

"You talk as if we can survive today." Amadeus held out his watch. It was only two hours away from July 7. Maybe it was time to consider the opponent for MSI.

Alan and Amadeus encountered these aliens in the Place de la Concorde. No, it would be more accurate to say that they were waiting for them.

The originally empty square, as soon as they stepped into this area, people immediately poured out from all around, roaring and attacking the two young men who were standing there in a daze.

The counterattack ends now, and it's time to escape.

Allen pulled Amadeus and started running, because there was a guy next to him whose brain was more important than his body, so he had to get his hand injured.

"You kicked me really hard." Amadeus touched the spot where he was kicked, and it still hurt. "Is that really okay? You know, there was more than one person who kicked me."

"It's almost enough to keep you alive." Alan touched his right arm. After his left hand was dissected by the surgeons of CCCP on the freight elevator that rainy night, his right hand was afraid to follow the same fate.

When it happens a few more times, I can really go to Fujino to get my wounds removed. It seems that the first pain relief patient exchange conference is just around the corner.

"I have a favor to ask, Alvin."

"After this battle, come home and get married?"

"No, just next time, can you please not hold my neck when you run? It hurts too much."

"You're thinking about Peach."

Even in critical moments, they did not forget to tease each other to liven up the atmosphere. This is probably another form of entertainment to death.

"I never thought that I, the greatest musician in history, would end up in such a situation..."

Amadeus began to feel sad, as if he was sad that his talents and inspirations in his mind could not be transformed into music scores in time.

“Are you going to start taking out a loan?”

"Do you think I'm not the best in history?"

"Who knows if there will be someone who is no worse than you in the future? When I arrive in Chaldea, the first thing I will do is to open a post on the discussion board."

"What's the post? Come and listen to it."

"If you don't understand, just ask why the great Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart and Marie Antoinette..."

"I'm going to sue you for libel!"

"As a witness to the incident, I feel I should have a say." Alan stood up, moved a little, and walked to the door.

"What are you going to do?"

"Are you blind? Of course I'd just kick the burden away and run away."

"Is it really not to go out and attract most of the attention to help me escape?"

"You think too much, Wolfgang." Alan looked disgusted.

"I said, even if we escape here, we won't be able to hide for more than a few minutes before the aliens outside catch up and kill us. So I'm here to recover my strength and get rid of you, the guy who's holding us back. That's the conclusion."

"......You are really something." Amadeus shook his head helplessly. The whole article was full of words that were meant to cover up something, and only this guy could say that.

"Then I'll be out the door. See you tomorrow."

Alan opened the door, then closed it. Then, as if remembering something, he appeared, opened the door and said:

"By the way, remember to let me see the results of your slacking next time."

The result of slacking off?

He pondered for a long time and finally remembered the manuscript in the drawer of his house.

"I know, I will definitely do it next time."

"That's good." Alan closed the door contentedly.

Starting from this abandoned house, Notre Dame de Paris is about five kilometers northwest. With Amadeus's speed, it is only a matter of time before he reaches there as long as he does not take the wrong path.

"So why did you choose a church? Is there any story behind it?" Amadeus walked towards the small island in the middle of the river with heavy steps. To be honest, his strength has reached its limit now. If he continues to be dragged by Alan, it is only a matter of time before he is caught up.

"And what kind of high-sounding words did this guy say? It's not like we can't meet again just because we're dead. It's just that we went back to July 7st first. He made it sound like we were parting forever."

Once he made up his mind, Amadeus' actions became very efficient. Now, on the empty streets, he was moving towards the church as fast as he could.

It was only natural that he would not feel any guilt. If he felt any guilt, he would have collapsed before reaching the church.

It was hard to imagine that this guy hadn't been able to walk across the bridge himself, which gave him a reason to get some information.

On the other side of the city, Alan showed a helpless but satisfied smile as he looked at the dark mass of aliens pressing forward in front of him.

"Well, now it looks like you're really going to be beheaded, so I'm going to kick you out, bastard."

What exactly is in the church on the Île de la Cité? I leave it all up to you, Amadeus.

Go, the purpose is not to eliminate anything, but to solve the doubts in your heart. With this thought in mind, the musician pushed open the door of the church.

"Welcome, Master of the Holy Grail War. I am the supervisor of this Holy Grail War. Just call me Zelrich. Of course, I prefer the title of Watcher because it sounds COOOOOOL! Finally, is there anything I can help you with?"

"what?"

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PS1: Do crocodiles have tears?

PS2: You squeeze the toothpaste in the post-collapse and main line, you are really amazing.

But Dai'e Zhenqi said it was becoming more and more realistic.

PS3: As we all know, as long as it is not past 6 o'clock, it will be considered as the previous day's processing.

Chapter 190 The seeds of doubt have already fallen

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"Watcher?"

Facing this strange old man, Amadeus only showed a slightly confused look when asking. This was a sign of distrust, and the experienced magician had expected this. It was not like he had not seen this musician in a parallel world.

"Take your time, musician. Think about what your goal is now. Is it to annihilate the group of aliens outside, or to solve this endless cycle of doubts?"

If the person standing here at this moment was Amadeus who had ascended to Valhalla, he would be able to feel the almost extraordinary level of magic from him.

"To be honest, I'm glad that someone actually came to this church." He brought two chairs and placed them facing each other. Before Amadeus could speak, the jeweler motioned for him to sit in front of him. "As long as I can answer, I will tell you everything I know."

Amadeus considered the man's appearance as he examined it. His clothing was more in keeping with his time than he had imagined. At least, he did not look like an ancient person from mythology or medieval stories.

"Let's first talk about what Watcher means. Is it [observation] or [monitoring]?"

"Don't think too much about it. It's just a funny name. But the work I do is related to the two words you mentioned."