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

Chapter 192 If she doesn't do this, she will die

Gilles de Rais was jogging in a hurry. He felt that the situation was not good after receiving the news. Everything was going according to plan, but this sudden stab in the back caught him off guard.

He came to a church. This church was very suitable for darkness. Compared with the dazzling light from the sun that made people feel life, this gray color that made people feel death and approaching the body was more suitable for this church.

——The premise is that you don’t know that this is Notre Dame de Paris.

"Is there anything you want to report?"

Jeanne Alter, who was forced to stop studying, sat at the table without saying a word. Perhaps it was psychological, she looked even worse than last time.

"People outside the city will enter the city in three days and take over the Bastille, Saint."

"Then let them in."

"Why did the Saint do this?"

"Remember our biggest opponents in this singularity? Those magicians from the observatory. When people from outside come into the city, it's their best chance, and they won't let it go."

"so......"

"So, we have to wait and see, and when they get to the Bastille, we can kill them all at once."

Joan of Arc Alter calmly gave the solution, but as for how to implement it, that was up to Gilles de Rais to do.

This is how they survived the century-long war.

Alan, carrying a suitcase, had a complicated expression on his face. He finally came here. He had obviously thought about other hotels on the way here. He was really not honest at all.

I can't remember how many times I've been here. The order of the thirteenth day doesn't apply here at all. If I want, I'll keep meeting and parting.

But even so, conversations with Scathach will eventually reach their limit. Since there are no new differences and distinctions here, it is natural that everything will be buried without you noticing.

Coming here to fill the void of the past, he hopes this will be the last time.

"Give up. Don't go near the Ile de la Cité at night. If you try to cross it via the Pont Saint-Louis, you will be attacked unnecessarily."

"What? Are you going to stay there? Does this count as a second job?"

Alan took out a can of happy water from the refrigerator, opened the lid easily, walked to the balcony, and stood side by side with Scathach.

"Hey, am I too?"

"You are an exception because you are the kind of person who refuses to change his bad habits. You have suffered many losses there."

Scathach was helpless. After trying many methods, she finally had to believe the fact that she was an outsider.

"So Scathach, what do you think of the current situation?"

Standing on any platform in the garden, you can overlook the scenery of the Seine River. The left bank is a flat plain, and in the distance are hills. It is really beautiful.

"I have no intention of getting involved in what's going on between you, but I won't stand by and watch either."

"Is this really okay? Stop looking for the truth about the ball incident and just be a partner of justice?"

"——So once it involves you, something unexpected will happen. What I said before will take effect at the beginning of the next cycle. In other words, within these thirteen days, I can help you sort out some wrong answers."

Scathach's agreement was certainly gratifying, but her confident statement, as if saying "You will not be able to find the correct answer this time", actually aroused Alan's interest.

"Why do you say that? Did you see something?"

"You'll know it sooner or later, so I won't tell you."

"Okay." He shook the can in his hand, and the remaining liquid swayed gently. "It seems that I can't get any answer."

Alan was about to go downstairs. He had made an agreement with Amadeus before coming to Paris, and it would be awkward to stand him up now.

"Remember to tell me when Romani wakes up."

"Don't you get annoyed when you say this every time the cycle starts?"

Scathach asked this before Alan left, feeling genuinely confused by his relentless words.

"No, how could I feel annoyed? See you later, Scathach." Alan waved behind him and went downstairs with the can.

"It's really strange..."

On Wednesday afternoon, Amadeus had already ordered coffee in the coffee shop and was waiting for guests to arrive. He tapped his fingers on the table anxiously, slowly but extremely intensely.

"You're finally here." The musician looked at him and sat down in front of him, and pushed the coffee he ordered for him in front of him.

"Before we start, I want to ask, how much did you spend on phone calls last night?"

Alan took a small sip and found that it was different from what he expected. The sweetness filled his mouth and it felt warm and smooth.

"It went offline shortly after I got off the phone with you. That aside, where were we last talking?"

"The cycle lasts thirteen days. By the way, how did you get this information? Did someone in the church tell you?"

"Yes, a guy who called himself Watcher opened the door and solved all these doubts, but unfortunately I only had half an hour and didn't have time to ask many questions."

"Watcher? That guy, no, what's the name of that Watcher?"

"He calls himself Zelrich."

Allen frowned.

There is only one Zelrich, and the question is why a big Buddha like him would set his sights on this small temple. And judging from the name, he might still be observing Snowfield City.

"By the way, have you come to a conclusion on what we discussed at the end yesterday?"

"Well, why is it thirteen days? To be honest, I don't know why." Alan was still hiding his true thoughts, but was ruthlessly exposed by Amadeus.

"No, you know why, Alvin."

The sunlight burned his vision as he stared at Alan, as if seeing through his true thoughts.

"As a magician who has transferred spirit particles to a singularity, you can't be unaware of this. Nothing happens without a reason. If it's just my own business, then why are you here?"

The musician almost said "You are lying". Allen took a deep breath and told the truth with a complicated expression:

"July 7th...is France's national holiday, established to celebrate the storming of the Bastille and the beginning of the Revolution."

"Why do you want to do this? Isn't this a historical necessity?"

"If she doesn't, she'll die."

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PS1: We still don’t know how Ni and his Faze qualified that day and eliminated G2.

PS2: Today’s Spring Festival Gala was quite good, but it was a pity that the dirty stuff was not broadcast. The two official ones were so annoying that I wanted to die.

PS3: Forget it, I guess I will have to take my final exams at home this year.

Chapter 193 Please Kill Me for Him

"So you know that this world will eventually fall apart? Are all the stories that happened to us in this world actually created by you to escape?"

Amadeus had no intention of letting Allen go. He should have realized it earlier. The man in front of him knew everything and the truth behind it from the beginning.

"You created this world in order to change the ending, and dragged me into it to paralyze yourself?"

Allen looked shocked at the moment. How did he come to this conclusion? However, Amadeus regarded it as a sign of panic.

"No, someone as smart as you must have figured it out from the beginning. This is actually a game you played to deceive yourself, seal your memory, and pretend you didn't know."

"From what you can see now, you are obviously enjoying it. So you have almost finished playing now. You dragged your friends here just to continue the game, so you should have had enough fun."

His teeth were chattering, like a volcano at the critical point before erupting.

"Why do you think so?"

"You... you deceived everyone so badly, Alvin Vashak! Is this the fantasy world you created for your own wishful thinking? Are these beautiful daily routines and peaceful lives just your tricks in the end?"

Amadeus felt particularly angry at this moment. When he thought that all his experiences in this world were just illusions, a nameless fire rose in his heart.

"Tell me why!"

Why do you let me see such a peaceful life?

Why tell me the truth?

"Alvin Vasago, you say it!"

I thought you were a trustworthy companion.

"You betrayed humanity!"

He grabbed Alan by the clothes and stared into his eyes, but he didn't make any final statement. He just stared into his eyes without any intention of answering.

His eyes stared at him, as if seeing through his heart. Amadeus felt a little flustered. He let go of his hand and leaned back in his seat.

"No, no, no, it's not true... it's not true, none of this is true!!!"

He ran away like a lost dog.

[Oh my, it looks like I've caught up with a sad drama. ]

——Vassago, who had not appeared for a long time, appeared in Eren's consciousness.

"It's a pity that neither he nor I are women. No, judging from the scene just now, he should be more like a woman."

He recalled the inexplicable conversation just now, and after careful consideration, he found that it was full of loopholes. Coupled with the appearance of Vashak at this moment, Alan roughly understood what was going on.

"Did you do it?"

[I really want to say yes, but unfortunately it's not me.] Vassago kept it a secret for a while.

[You know that person.]

"Someone I know?"

[It's Andusias, the organizer of this thirteen-day cycle world. By the way, you are one of them.]

Surprisingly reasonable...

"Shouldn't it be about keeping the world going?"

[Unfortunately, this is not what I think now.]

At the moment when Allen and Vashak were talking, a strange external channel was connected.

Amadeus was running.

The moment he talked in the cafe just now, he could no longer think seriously. He could not accept those things or the existence of being together day and night.

It would be more appropriate to say that he was escaping rather than running.

The broken memories he experienced in countless nights and the hatred he had for someone in his heart were all taking away his ability to think.

That's right.

They both came here through unknown means, both liked a French woman, and their inner natures were exactly the same. They could be said to be like-minded friends, just like Marx and Engels.

——But he escaped, he rebelled.

"Ha-ha, ha, ha, ha-ha--"

He just ran.

He ran aimlessly without any thoughts or purpose. But in this aimless running, he arrived at the place that could solve his doubts.

——Notre Dame de Paris.

"...Nothing, it's all for no reason."

What the musician didn't notice was that no one had noticed his extremely inappropriate behavior before. No, it was more abnormal that no one noticed such a big move in such a public place.

Alan looked into the glass wall beside him. The man and woman sitting outside the window were talking to each other in a sweet way. In contrast, he seemed even more lonely in the corner. Time in this country is always lazy and leisurely. Perhaps God would slow down the clock if he came here. People sit in cafes and enjoy life leisurely, as if all their worries have been left behind.

When he was a child, he had thought about this: when he no longer had to worry about making a living, he would open a coffee shop with bookcases and let the warm sunshine shine in. Everyone in the yard could order a cup of coffee and sit quietly to read a book, listening to elegant light music, with the strong aroma of coffee in the air. He would spend every day with everyone in a simple and happy way.

Alan clicked the bell next to him.

"gentlemen."

"Check out."

He walked out of the coffee shop and was about to go home directly when a beautiful figure who appeared out of nowhere hugged his arm.

"caught you."

Romani held a packaged mocha in his hand and walked towards the supermarket with Allen.