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

"Amadeus?"

This was a name only people he knew would call him by. He turned around and saw Salieri standing at the entrance of the alley, holding a dozen thick manuscripts, looking at him in surprise.

"Are you resurrected?"

"Why do you curse at me as soon as we meet? Where did you learn such words?"

"I mean, the guy that was on you before is gone."

Salieri knew his secret but did not reject him, which was an important reason why Amadeus was on good terms with him. He nodded, indicating that what he said was completely correct.

"Oh, yes, but to be honest, I'm not used to it."

"This is one of the few good things that happened during this period. Follow me." Salieri motioned Amadeus to follow him. On the way, they talked a lot about what happened during this period.

"You look like someone who has just come out of some isolated place," said Salieri, and he completely agreed.

"How is Mary?"

"Very well, everything is fine with everyone, except that fellow Alvin, who disappeared just like you, and then when the two ladies, Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu, came to visit me at the University of Paris, the revolution began."

"Revolution?" He had no impression of this word at all. It must be a new word.

"That's what those people said. They are determined to spread the flames to the entire European continent, but I personally don't think they have a good chance of success."

Amadeus was about to explain Alvin's matter, but Salieri, who had walked out of the alley earlier, looked at the scene in front of him and subconsciously cursed.

"That's great, fuck it."

"what's going on?"

"You'll know after you take a look. Who did this?"

"Fuck!" Amadeus couldn't help but curse out loud.

The church on the island in the center of the river looked like it had been forcibly occupied by flames and had lost its former splendor. Although the fire had been put out, the iconic tower had disappeared.

"I have to do something, Salieri, come and help me."

"Then I have to free my hands first." He touched the manuscript in his hand with his leg. "These are all the manuscripts you usually write. Damn it, from the time I met you in Italy until now, you really didn't make any revisions?!!!"

"Uh, this..."

"You mean this is a talent, right? Oh, God, why don't I have such a good talent as you..."

"But you still became the court music director."

"But I may not be remembered in history. There are very few examples like J. S. Bach."

Salieri is well aware of this, and he believes that the reason he has reached this position is entirely due to his hard work.

Amadeus didn't know what was going on in his mind, and he blurted out: "Then, be a teacher, a great teacher. If I have my own child in the future, I will give him to you to teach."

"...You, a bachelor, still want to have a child? But as for students, Ludwig is indeed a good candidate. Wait, so what did you want me to do for you in the first place?"

"Come with me and carry that piano over to Notre Dame."

"Where's the piano..."

Salieri looked in the direction Amadeus pointed, and saw a perfect piano lying in a piano shop not far from them.

"...Sure, you're amazing."

Many years later, Antonio Salieri still couldn't understand why there was an intact piano lying there in the chaos of Paris at that time.

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PS1: I have to go to the hospital tomorrow morning. It’s so annoying.

PS2: Barbatos, could you please talk less?

PS3: It looks like I can still touch it for a while longer.

Chapter 224 Requiem in D minor

"Left left, right right."

"Can you be quiet for a moment?"

"Who made this road bumpy after being bombed? Maybe the only relatively flat area in Paris right now is the Louvre. Be careful, there's a pothole behind you."

Although being a musician requires good physical strength, this was the first time for him to lift the piano by himself. Salieri, who deeply felt the truth that there is strength in numbers, said that he never wanted to do this again, and Amadeus agreed.

"By the way, you haven't fought these guys either." Amadeus asked casually when passing by a soldier who was kneeling on the ground dejectedly.

"I'm so embarrassed that I was so busy running away that I didn't use it in the battle."

"That fits my first impression of you, buddy."

The father looked at the church, which had lost its former glory, and remained silent. The young child didn't know why his father suddenly became a different person and pulled at his clothes.

"Dad, what's wrong? Why aren't you talking? Is there something wrong?"

"No, it's nothing, kid."

He gave his child a forced smile, but he was deeply confused.

Notre Dame has collapsed...what should we...what should we do...after this...?

"Hey, sir, can you do us a favor?"

The two panting people leaned on the piano, gasping for breath. While gasping for breath, Salieri extended an invitation to the man in front of him.

"Can you lend us your hands to carry this piano?"

The man finally agreed to the request. Judging from their clothes, he must be a musician of prominent status, and he could not refuse such a person.

Although I was very unhappy, I couldn't find any reason to refute it.

Although many people along the way ignored their requests, some people joined them, and soon, under the eyes of those who continued to pray, the piano moved to the door of Notre Dame.

"Uncle, what is this?" the young child asked curiously while touching the piano stand.

"It's a piano, it's a musical instrument."

"Okay, thank you brother."

Amadeus, who answered the question, looked at Salieri with a smile. The latter's eyes revealed the message of "I'm going to hit you", but he easily resolved it.

"Your physique... is it really possible?"

Antonio Salieri, sunk.

After completing the necessary finger preparations before playing the piano, Amadeus, who was about to start playing, asked the child.

"—So, can I start playing?"

"What can I start playing?"

"Piano, this is an art that only those people can listen to."

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"It won't hurt."

"Can I fill my stomach?"

"Okay."

"Will it make any sound?"

“Yes, although it may be a swan song in the future, in this era, it is a song for those who are going to another world.”

When he said this, Salieri probably knew what he was going to play. He was about to leave quietly but was stopped by Amadeus.

"Salieri, stay and play with me."

"--Why?"

"This has been a collaborative piece from the beginning, right? You, me, Alvin, and Mary, everyone has their own part, right?"

Salieri tilted his mouth slightly, feeling a little bit unbelievable, and seeing her so vague, Amadeus stood up and grabbed his hand and sat down directly on the seat.

"Hurry up, or I won't wait for you."

So, here begins my most outstanding and proudest work, the first performance among the ruins.

The fire at Notre Dame must be a very sad thing for these people. None of you is guilty, it is just the tide of this world that has brought it upon us.

So, please don't take on this responsibility, no matter what you want to take back or what you want to give up, just be here now, pray for those who died, and carry their wishes and move on.

The Requiem is called a Requiem because the first line of the lyrics begins with "Requiem aeternam [Lord, please grant them eternal rest]", hence the name, but since the Marys are not here now, Amadeus has already planned to start playing it directly.

But things often don't go as one wishes. Latin singing rang out, the crowd suddenly parted, and Marie Antoinette walked out slowly.

She came out, wearing the same dress she had worn when she first arrived in Paris.

Grant them eternal rest, O Lord, and may light shine upon them forever.

Two pairs of hands intertwine on the black and white keys, giving birth to all kinds of wonderful music. They gently press out a set of chords, and the strings vibrate to produce incredible music.

The piano is so charming, it is simple and vivid, any sound you can't imagine can be expressed on the clean black and white keys, and the pedals, maybe it's not noticeable, but it sublimates the spirit of music. When both hands fall on the keys and play music, it is a painting.

Louis XVI at Versailles

This is music that cannot be matched by any of the most beautiful music, because of its symbolism, because of the performers and singers, and because of the place where it is performed.

In the distant starry sky, the brilliant sea of ​​stars, in the distant other side, there are blinking, fleeting living beings. Those who know and those who don’t know are listening together, or perhaps sighing.

Hail Mary, thank you for the gift of my family, for all my encounters, and for your divine love.

I pray for your grace, God. Forgive my sins on this day.

Hail Mary, live in the mire, may the Lord's will be done on earth as it is in heaven.

In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

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PS1：历史上的5月25日，利物浦在半场0-3落后的情况下连扳3球最终完成了逆转，成为了最后一只永久保有欧冠奖杯的队伍。

@Milan Fans Protection Association

That’s not right. Why should I, a Manchester United fan, care so much about the affairs of our sworn rival team?

I remember that Ronaldo is a famous Liverpool player, so I should love him as well.

PS2: Olaf is gone, and the 2015 TOP1 with the drastically changed timeline is gone.

The Faze Clan of 2017 is getting farther and farther away...

PS3: I still remember the argument in Fate forum many years ago:

"The Tyrannosaurus Rex must dodge in a second."

As a result, now the Tyrannosaurus Rex has really landed on the ground... It's outrageous.

PS4: I don’t want to see the number 8400 anymore, really.

Chapter 225 Leap of Faith

On the outside of the world, after Andusias performed a second operation on Allen, he helped him walk to the last piece of glass.

"Isn't this Amadeus' family portrait?"

"It's been modified. Take a look at the original one."

After saying that, he snapped his fingers, and a gorgeous window appeared in front of the two of them. It was the Virgin Mary holding Jesus. There was no third person in the original version, and the meaning was self-evident.

"The most famous window on the west side of Notre Dame is where you stood that day."

"And then you dragged me here, so am I going back from here?"

"Break it and return to reality."

"how about you?"

"Go back and settle the score with someone."

"Okay." Alan shrugged and spread his hands. This was the natural choice.

"Oh, right." He seemed to remember something and said to Allen, "Flaunos made a big news in the second singularity."