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

"What did he do?"

"Take it off."

Got out of control? Could it be that the Roman emperor and the Scourge of God were playing lesbian? He speculated curiously, but since he didn't elaborate, he was too embarrassed to ask.

"The time has come, it's time to go."

Inside the burning Notre Dame, there was a sound of glass breaking, but compared to the raging fire, it was insignificant.

From the outside of the world to returning to the ground, the distance is only a window, which is unexpected yet reasonable.

"...It has to be this way. I'm not Tom Cruise. But Notre Dame is on fire. What is this? Is it the end of the world line?"

The altar statues and crosses surrounded by flames looked sacred and tragic in the blazing fire. In the blazing firelight, he saw a figure lying in front of the stands, so he walked over.

Lying there was Jeanne ALter.

"It seems I came at the wrong time."

"No, you came just in time."

Joan of Arc Alter, who had reached the final stage of her life, smiled with the corners of her mouth turned up. There was still blood on her pretty face. The setting sun shone on her body, making her look very sad and beautiful.

"Charlotte has already had them taken away. I have also sent all the people in the church away in various ways. Now I am the only one here. What, do you feel disappointed?"

"No, you did great. I'm here to give you your diploma."

She was stunned.

"Jeanne Alter from Domremy has excellent academic performance and good attitude during this period. After examination, she is graduated."

Alan said this seriously, but then shrugged his shoulders.

"Although I've graduated, I'm sorry I don't have a diploma. How about next time?"

"It's settled then. I'll come to you next time to get your diploma."

She stretched out her hand, wanting to hold something, but found that she no longer had the strength to do so.

"I heard you. Don't regret it later."

Ellen squatted down, close to Jeanne Alter's face, and she looked as if she wanted to say something.

"...Hassan of the Cursed Arms, I gave him one last order. He is in that bell tower now."

At that moment, Alan was silent and just listened.

"And I'm sorry..."

After waiting there for about thirty seconds, Alan let go of his clenched hands and walked towards the basement instead of the clock tower. After he left, Alter woke up faintly.

"...Don't get so close, asshole..."

If I am in a big city or in an area that I am not familiar with, a passerby who is "pointing the way" for me will point out to me the bell tower of a hospital in the distance or the bell tower with a monk's hat tip high on top as a landmark.

Among these clock towers, the most impressive one is the one in Paris.

The spire of this bell tower pierces the sky like an arrow. It is the most daring, the most intricately carved, and the most exquisite of all bell tower spires. Through its mesh-like cone, you can see the blue sky at a glance.

"There's a lot of stuff to get from the basement, but it doesn't matter."

Alan walked to the clock tower and looked at the figure standing at the window, wearing a tattered black cloak, a white skull mask, and long hands wrapped in layers of black cloth.

"Hello, man from the observatory."

"There are traces of my clone on your body."

"Although I appreciate you, we can't retreat now."

He frowned. The sudden appearance of the three Hassans was beyond his expectations. Although every grudge has its own perpetrator, and Alan came here for revenge, he still had to analyze each case specifically.

[Nothing, if that's the case, just take a rest, I'll take care of the rest.]

[How long will it take? I don’t want to be burned to death by fire. ]

[It won’t take up much of your time. Three rings at most will be enough.]

......

The bell struck three times, and all three Hassans had left the stage. Alan, who had been watching the whole thing, looked dazed. To him, all this was too unreal.

After the bell rang for the first time, Hassan of a Hundred Faces died from the backlash of his different personalities; after the bell rang for the second time, Silence died from her own poison; and after the bell rang for the third time, Hassan of the Cursed Wrist, the best among the nineteen Hassans, finally died at the hands of his own right hand.

It is undeniable that although this method of exit is absurd, it is reasonable.

What did you do?

[They just found a way to exit from the future of a parallel world. If you don’t know, I suggest you go back and review “Lemon Guyton”.]

[If that’s the case, then what’s the point of me going through so much trouble and almost losing my life! ]

[You talk as if I'm always there. I have things to do over there too. Do you really think of me as your babysitter? ]

Vassago made no secret of it, and it seemed that for him, letting Chaldea know about his arrangement was no big deal at all.

[Oh, the fire is about to come up, let’s jump down from the side near the river.]

Alan suddenly came to his senses and found that the fire of revenge was already visible at the stairs. The only way to survive was to jump into the river.

He walked to the window. There was a wooden platform there. Why was it here? This was not a question for Alan to think about now. He took a deep breath, stepped onto the platform, and walked carefully to the edge.

Now, he stood at the highest point in Paris at this time, from where he could overlook the whole of Paris. The wind passed by him, and the flames danced behind him. He saw the flocks of birds flying in the sky collectively swooping down towards the warm air currents in the south. "Although this height made him a little dizzy, the magnificent scenery in front of him still made Alan hold his breath subconsciously: the sky embraced the fields, and the river was sparkling. Of course, there were also corpses on the road, which had become a stain on the city.

The clothes were blown up and down by the wind, making soft sounds, like ripples on the water. Alan looked down, then steadied his breathing and chose a place as his foothold.

He jumped, just like the assassin in the game.

The moment he left the platform, time seemed to have stopped for Alan. He opened his arms, relaxed his body, and drew a beautiful arc in the air. Now he knew that he had done everything to perfection, and now he seemed to be reborn.

With the sound of entering the water, this time it was really goodbye, Alexander Allen.

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PS1: According to physics knowledge, in real life, falling from a high place into water requires breaking the surface tension of the water. Landing into a soft pile of firewood also requires strict movements and angles. In any case, the body will be under tremendous pressure when landing (a leap of faith can only reduce the pressure). This behavior is extremely dangerous. In mild cases, it may cause fractures, and in severe cases, it may even lead to death. Don't try it.

PS2: I don’t quite understand those who are fighting over the titles of the Little Prince and the Traveler. The broken rose and the broken baobab tree are not just hints, they can be said to be explicit indications. There must be some elements involved.

By the way, Barbatos fell down at a rate of 257.6 hits per second. It is terrible to knock out 2000 million with just one snap of the fingers.

PS3: This wave of Azure, this wave was recommended by the store manager, I was so scared that I bought it directly without any viciousness.

Chapter 226 Fireworks Alvin Fireworks

July 7, Paris.

The unrest during those days did not have any impact on the city. In fact, after just a few days, it returned to its original state.

The lights of Paris come on at night. At night, the Champs-Elysées becomes more and more lively, sometimes even more prosperous than during the day.

According to the original plan, the original intention was to return to Chaldea after resolving the singularity, but at that moment Shion suddenly jumped out and snatched the microphone.

"Bring me some magic materials! There aren't enough in Ka!"

In this way, while collecting the magic materials she needed, she was also cleaning up the remaining fantasy species. At the same time, after considering the history of the original world line, she decided to stay until July 7, the day before the revolution was supposed to break out.

Alvin stood on a balcony far away from the city. His fingers suddenly clenched the wine glass and shook it. The transparent liquid quietly stirred. The aroma of the wine was as deep and strong as his eyes at the moment, bright red and gorgeous.

"Has it already started to change that way..."

He pinched his eye sockets out of habit, and the monocle on his right eye was pinched on his nose. At first he just thought it was cool, but now he has to wear it.

——Because the right eye has turned into their color.

In the garden downstairs, Siegfried, the true savior of Paris, who single-handedly stopped all the fantasy dragons, was accepting toasts from almost everyone. However, if possible, the dragon slayer did not want to take over this achievement.

When I close my eyes, I see dense flying dragons everywhere. If I were not a heroic spirit, I would have retired after this mission.

But after becoming a heroic spirit, he no longer has any control over this, just like a hard-pressed office worker being exploited by the boss of a shady company.

"Oh, isn't this our great hero?"

"forgive me......"

Siegfried felt helpless and miserable about Voltaire's intentional or unintentional teasing.

"I just completed my mission within the scope of my ability. On the contrary, I am ashamed for not participating in the battle against that monster like you guys."

Their eyes met, and knowing smiles appeared on their lips. At the same time, they raised their light red wine glasses, and the red wine stirred in the glasses.

Bang! The cups clinked.

Mr. Baron was working part-time as a bartender today. Facing the expectant gazes of the two minors, he poured them each a glass without hesitation.

lemonade.

"Sir, I want to drink!"

"Minors are not allowed to drink, Master. This is lemonade specially prepared for you."

Looking at the lemonade served, Lixiang shrugged his head and completely lost interest.

The famous essayist, Mr. Zhu Ziqing, once said that all the happiness belongs to them, but I have nothing. This is how Lixiang feels now. Although Mashu also felt a little regretful, she instantly changed her mind after tasting this carefully prepared lemonade.

"What is it, Senior, this glass of lemonade is quite delicious."

"Mashu, you've been drinking, so stop saying that, okay..."

"Eh, is there?"

Of course, I was like a completely different person when I was on Onigashima, but you just didn’t know it.

Lixiang reluctantly accepted the lemonade that Montesquieu made with good intentions, but when she took the first sip, she was surprised to find that the taste was completely different from what she remembered.

“How’s that old salt-and-lemon recipe I got from someone?”

"Sbarasi!"

The bartender looked at this scene with a subtle expression. He looked at the man sitting on the balcony on the second floor. It was just right. He had expected everything.

"Good for you."

"What are you talking about?"

Ophelia sat next to them at some point. Although she was already an adult, she originally wanted to order a cocktail, but when she saw them shouting over a glass of lemonade, she couldn't help but feel curious and changed her plans temporarily.

"I want a glass of lemonade, sir."

"As you wish, beautiful lady."

At a table away from the crowd, Akagi Hinako took out a bottle of amber wine, uncorked it and poured it into a tall glass. Everything was like a noble lady in a Hollywood luxury movie. There was everything you could eat, drink and wear.

——The problem was, Aku Hinako herself was not very good at drinking. After just one glass of wine, she staggered and fell on the table. She died before she could accomplish her mission. The octopus that sneaked out even pointed at her hand, and after confirming that Aku Hinako really fell, the eight claws ran away with the bottle of wine.

In the quiet corner of the garden, Mary looked a little uneasy. Although she tried her best to hide it, she couldn't escape Amadeus' eyes.

"What's the matter, Mary?"

"I...went to see Theresa today."

Marie Theresa Charlotte, the illegitimate daughter of the king who had been placed under house arrest, although according to common sense Marie herself should have been placed under house arrest as well, but thanks to Lafayette's insistence on reasoning, she finally managed to escape.

"It's that child. How is she now?"

"Although she is under control, she is fine now, but she just can't go out."

Although she was an illegitimate daughter, Mary still treated the child as her own and there was no noticeable difference at all.

Salieri, who was hiding, looked at the queen who suddenly became awkward and just kept shaking his head.

Is it so difficult to explain something?

By the way, her brother doesn't seem to know about this yet...

Salieri recalled the emperor's expression when he learned about this. If he knew this, Amadeus would really die.

The moon is very round tonight, and his thoughts went back to that day, the person who fell down in the rain.

"It's raining."

“Heavy rain can delay our arrival, but it cannot stop us from moving forward.”

Alvin's palm was facing up, the encyclopedia appeared in his hand, and the pack of cigarettes that had been given to him was now in his pocket.

The person is gone, and we can only move on.