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

"Many of them let down their guard and didn't even use half of their original strength. Although most of them have evil attributes, they are still heroic spirits engraved in human nature, so it makes sense for them to do so."

As the two former Group A members engaged in the ensuing strategic discussion, the card players were becoming increasingly absorbed in the game.

"I will definitely win 80,000 beans from you this time."

Voltaire looked confident of winning when he saw the cards in his hand. He was a young man in his prime and had already anticipated that he would make a fortune in three minutes.

Three bombs, a pair of king bombs, three 2s, a pair of 6s, and a 7. What kind of cards are these? How can I lose when I hit the dragon on my face?

A FEW MINUTES LATER......

“Hum, hum, hum, ahhhhhhhhh—”

"...Why don't you want it anymore?"

Montesquieu was speechless when he looked at the deck of cards in his hand: a pair of royal bombs, four tens, and a pair of sixes. He could win by just hitting with his feet.

"Can you play cards, Monsieur Voltaire?"

Well, even Hokusai Honsai couldn’t stand this.

"Well, did Mr. Voltaire lose something? Why is he so excited?" A Rong, who was completely unfamiliar with this method, asked his father curiously.

"Ah, it's nothing. He just gambled his meal money after the singularity was repaired. Arong, remember to order more in the evening."

"Hokusai, please don't teach the children bad things!"

Ophelia looked at this very harmonious scene. If she remembered correctly, the last time she encountered such an atmosphere was in the Modern Magic Department of the Clock Tower. She didn't expect that so many years have passed.

"Di Di-"

Lixiang sent a message out, believing that Ophelia and the others would soon arrive after receiving the message. She put down the equipment and looked at the burning church in front of her. The billowing smoke obscured the sky over the Seine. Ironically, the angry mob had originally targeted Notre Dame for venting their anger, but retreated because of the fire.

"This is really a tragedy..."

It's not like Ritsuka didn't try to put out the fire, but she sadly discovered that even after Jeanne's sacred fire purified most of the flames, she was still unable to resolve the Dragon Witch's flames of revenge.

"senior."

"I'm sorry, Matthew. This is beyond our ability to handle. However, I have asked Ophelia to bring Miss Arong here as soon as possible."

The couple in the clock tower are still working hard. To those people, this is a landmark building of the city, but to them, this is their home.

After being rescued, Charlotte stared at the burning church in a daze with lifeless eyes. For her, who was devout in her faith, this was a major blow.

"Charlotte."

"Can you tell me the answer? Why did she catch fire? Where did Miss Joan of Arc go? Why did the whole of Paris change in just one day?"

"Feel sorry."

"No, I should be the one to apologize. Miss Joan of Arc said many times that she wanted to send me out of Paris, but I didn't listen at that time."

"..."

Li Xiang didn't know what to say, so he could only pat her shoulder to comfort her.

Finally, after the iconic spire of Notre Dame de Paris was burned off and collapsed, the whole of Paris fell into an unprecedented silence.

PS1: Sad news: I was warned by the ywwuyi moderator because I posted too many erotic pictures

PS2: This skin of Richelieu is so stupid. Archbishop, what are you doing? Archbishop!

PS3: Brothers, I regret that I shouldn't have read the cheating book of Lanis x Gudafu, wuwuwu

PS4: I have an exam tonight and I’m dying.

Chapter 222 The Last Emperor

On July 7, Louis XVI climbed up from his mistress's arms reluctantly and quietly left the Grand Trianon Palace. He had to return to the King's Suite on the east side of the main building of Versailles before the sun rose. At this moment, he was very grateful to his grandfather, "Sun King" Louis XIV. If he said that he, as the first owner of Versailles, had nothing to do with this secret passage from the fireplace of the King's Suite to the Grand Trianon Palace, he himself would not believe it. "

After all, the Grand Trianon was built by his great-grandfather.

When he climbed out of the fireplace covered in ashes, it was already dawn. As a junior, he could never understand why his grandfather did not consider toilets or bathrooms when building the Palace of Versailles.

Isn't it uncomfortable to wear perfume every day? Louis XVI, who had never experienced that era, thought so.

The Bull's Eye Room is located outside the King's Suite and is where the most important royal family members wait for the King to wake up every morning. These royal family members are usually the King's closest relatives, such as his younger brother, the Duke of Orleans.

——But not today.

Louis XVI sat in his seat, feeling bored and completely uninterested. If he had known this would be the case today, he would have done some morning exercises.

"Butler, what's going on today?"

"Yesterday, the adults held a meeting all night until three o'clock. I guess they are all resting now, Your Highness."

The old butler was prepared to be reprimanded, but what he didn't expect was that when Louis XVI learned of this situation, he was not angry, but seemed to have become a different person, waving his hand and letting him go.

"Really? Then you can leave first."

After the butler left, the king sat on his throne, his heart full of emotion. After he took over the Bourbon throne from his father, he found that it was a complete mess.

Heavy foreign debts, capitalists who were always against him, bad weather, and... a completely inappropriate marriage. The Kingdom of France founded by Cardinal Richelieu was gone.

It’s better to go back to the office. After all, that’s where my beloved locks and mountains of government affairs are kept.

As he thought about this, he left his seat and looked back. Suddenly, an absurd thought occurred to him:

If I leave my seat this time, I may never have the chance to sit it again.

How could it be possible? He shook his head with a wry smile, walked under his grandfather's portrait, and came to the connecting corridor, from the Bull's Eye Hall in the south to the small meeting room in the north of the palace, and in the middle was his bedroom.

The king returned to his room, crossed the gilded railing, and lay down on his golden and red brocade bed. Through the embroidered canopy above, he could see a huge relief. The name of the relief was "France guarding the king sleeping peacefully", but in fact, he could hardly sleep at night.

Time and status would not allow him to lie in bed for too long. Louis XVI reluctantly got up from the bed, straightened his clothes in front of the mirror, opened the door, and left his bedroom for the last time.

He went out and turned right. At the end was his office and conference room. He turned the doorknob and walked in.

"We have been waiting for you for a long time, Your Majesty."

He was greeted by the representatives of the people who participated in the Estates General that day, including Lafayette, Marat, Robespierre, and Marie Jane Rowland, who had a close relationship with his queen.

Don't understand it too clearly, this is a palace coup.

"There are some things we can sit down and talk about slowly, everyone, but before that I would like to ask a question." Louis XVI motioned for them to sit down, and then returned to his seat. For some reason, the originally soft chair felt very uncomfortable when he sat on it.

"My brother, Sewell, why did you choose to join them?"

"I'm sorry, brother, but I think they have a better chance of saving France."

Louis Stanisław de Sevier, Count of Provence, later known as Louis XVIII, said that compared with his father, his ideas were more liberal.

"ok, I get it."

In fact, even without saying it, Louis XVI had guessed this result. He was usually elegant and well-mannered, which made him more popular.

"Your Highness, we came here today to ask for a favor."

Lafayette's expression was natural, but his heart was filled with mixed feelings. After returning from North America, he had imagined many times how to achieve his goals, but he had never thought of this method.

Even the day before he sneaked into the Palace of Versailles, he was still asking himself, is this right? Is it possible? Is it really possible? Can I do it?

As the instigator, Marie didn't care at all about what Lafayette or Louis XVI thought. Now she just wanted to resolve these issues quickly and go back, back to Paris.

The artillery fire had stopped, which was the best thing for her.

"We came here this time to fight for France's right to survive and to save this country that is constantly sliding into the abyss, so..."

"Please, hand over the power."

No one spoke and the room was eerily quiet.

After listening to Lafayette's words, Louis XVI stared at the lord's face for a long time.

"Tell me about your plan."

Lafayette seemed a little timid for a moment, but since the words had already been spoken, there was no room for negotiation. He could only take out the plan he had prepared in advance and read it out under the gaze of everyone.

If it weren't for the young man in front of him, lock making, mechanics, and box opening would have been his life's achievements, and he would never have helped the American War of Independence.

If I had really caught him that time and didn't let him board the ship to the other side of the Atlantic Ocean, would he still be standing here today?

"I have finished, Your Highness."

He came back to his senses and saw Lafayette, who had already finished reading his idea, carefully placed his notebook in front of him.

"Please take a look."

He began to review the memorial without hesitation. The contents of the memorial were all the man's wonderful vision of the new society. It also included the experience gained from the country across the sea. At first glance, it was an extremely perfect design book.

But do you have the ability to really realize this so-called "constitutional monarchy"? Lord Gilbert de Motille

The king heard hurried footsteps outside. It seems that he has to make a choice today. I hope you won't let me down.

"It's a good suggestion, so go ahead and implement it, Lord Lafayette."

After issuing his last order as a feudal monarch, he leaned back in his chair, feeling relieved, and the door was opened by someone outside.

"Your Highness, Notre Dame is on fire!"

PS1: The idea of ​​Louis XVI is this: a man with all kinds of emotions who wants to do great things but is limited to a mess and has no ability to change it all.

By analogy, it should be Chongzhen?

PS2: Why is there always a red dot in my mailbox? What’s going on?

PS3: Triumph Cannon (1/15), dropped yesterday, full of anesthesia.

Chapter 223 The performance is about to begin

"Please, Miss Arong, please be faster!"

"I understand your feelings, but the road conditions don't allow me to do this!"

"Damn it! Why is this happening!"

Ophelia ran along the banks of the Seine towards Notre Dame de Paris. The church on the other side was burning. Although the main body of the church was made of stone, she clearly remembered that the main structure inside was made of wood! Not to mention the three rows of candles that never went out!

She tried her best to run faster, but the road surface was bumpy due to the artillery fire in the past few days, and she would fall on the road if she was not careful.

In fact, the situation at Notre Dame has been getting worse in recent years.

Since the religious wars, Protestants have wreaked havoc on this Catholic church, which symbolizes the worship of the Virgin Mary. Although it was renovated and expanded during the reign of the Sun King, as the Bourbon dynasty fell into crisis, only parts of the church were actually renovated, and more than half of it still needs further maintenance.

But none of this matters. The most terrible thing is that this core landmark from the Middle Ages has begun to be gradually forgotten by Parisians.

——It was not until this fire burned down Notre Dame, which belonged to them, that they suddenly remembered what they had lost.

The rioting mobs looked silently at the collapsed tower, and the army fighting with the rioters laid down their weapons at the same time. In just a few seconds, Paris went from bursts of gunfire to dead silence. They were helpless to witness this natural disaster, and many people knelt on the ground, singing while crying, watching helplessly as the magnificent building slowly disappeared in the flames.

The building they thought was solid and would stand for thousands of generations could be destroyed by an earthquake or a fire in a short moment, not to mention a fragile person.

"Ophi."

"I, I brought Miss Arong here. It's up to you to take over." Ophelia said to Lixiang breathlessly while leaning on Mashu's arms. It was difficult for her to run over in such a hurry.

"I understand. So Mr. Hokusai and Ms. Arong, do you have any ideas?" Ritsuka looked at them, hoping to get an answer.

"First, I need to know how she caught fire."

"It's the flame of Jeanne d'Arc and Jeanne d'Arc Alter."

"...Excuse me I can't understand what this means."

"Literally, innocent people are affected. I originally thought that the Holy Fire could suppress the Fire of Revenge, but I didn't expect that she had the Holy Grail."

"If that's the case, then we can only use the treasure." The octopus on Arong's shoulder jumped down, and after a little thought, he made a decision.

"Arong, I'll leave it to you."

"Eh? Daddy isn't coming?"

"It's better to leave this matter to you."

If I go up, the church will sink into the sea, Hokusai thought to himself, urging Arong to go up quickly.

"If she doesn't go up, she will really die."

A Rong had no choice but to pick up the paintbrush and walked forward, unfolding his own inherent barrier. Mount Fuji in the distance appeared above the plain, and the surging waves rushed towards the burning church. Ukiyo-e arrived in Europe much earlier than before.

"——Please take a look! Thirty-six Views of Mount Fuji! Enjoy the Great Wave off Kanagawa——!"

Amadeus felt as if he were in another world when he came out of the Louvre. For him, only a short time had passed, but the whole of Paris had completely changed.