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

After saying that, he closed the door without giving him a chance to explain. But even if he gave him a chance, Alan would have no choice, as he was still being controlled by the medicine bottle.

His situation was very awkward now. He couldn't move or stay still. He might as well just lie back down.

"Hey, is it getting better?"

It was Shion who opened the door. He had been about to lie down but had to sit up again. Although he didn't know why she ran from Atlas Court to Chaldea, it was always a good thing.

Everyone in the Magic Association is pretty strong, so why are they so weak when it comes to your Clock Tower?

"It's okay, what's wrong?"

For some reason, he felt a deep affinity for Sion, the girl with purple hair and twin ponytails. He felt that she had given him a lot of help in places he didn't know about.

"Nothing, just this!"

She took out a form and handed it to Alvin along with a pen.

"'Experience and feelings about the first soul particle transfer'? What does this mean? Is this a questionnaire?"

"That's about it. I just want to draw up an improvement plan from your personal experience. But having said that, I was really shocked when I found out that you had an accident in the frame."

"So it was you, Sion, who saved me..."

"No, to be exact, it wasn't me, it was Dr. Romani. She performed the surgery herself, but as the chief, it's not surprising..."

It turns out you saved me again, Romani.

Alvin had a complicated expression, and he didn't know where to start with the pen in his right hand. He looked out the window. The blizzard never stopped, knocking on his confused thoughts. The glucose liquid dripping down flowed into his body drop by drop.

"What's wrong? Are you not used to using your right hand?"

"No, I can do both."

After losing his right hand on that rainy night, he had already started practicing using his left hand, so much so that when Sven learned in the clock tower that he could use both his left and right hands, his expression was simply amazing.

"By the way, Sion, where are my glasses?"

"I gave it to Da Vinci for maintenance. She said she wanted to process your glasses. But you all know that it's not so much processing as it is a different pair of glasses when they return to you."

"Then I can only wait and see..."

Chaldea Laboratory

Romani was busy alone, sorting and labeling the samples she had just obtained.

She carefully poured the blood sample from the bottle into the test tube, then plugged it in with a wooden stopper. She picked up a pen and wrote down the name of the original owner of the blood sample.

Alexander Aaron

"That's it, so where should I put it..." She held the test tube in her hand, looking for an empty space among the test tube racks.

"There are two empty seats next to Alan, so let's put it here. Oh, there's another one in Mashu's shield. Let's go ask her for it later."

This skin is still better looking.jpg

PS1: It is known that WE’s Ma is the Jinchūriki of Pantheon, Galio, and the Dragon King, but he has already transformed into a tailed beast.

The Jinchūriki just borrowed the chakra of the tailed beast, and Mr. Ma directly released the tailed beast ball in tailed beast mode.

PS2: The revenge of my cousin seemed to be losing its appeal, and two players from Team A were eliminated.

PS3: Apart from anything else, it is really OK to register for 5E with ID and take a photo with real name. B5 should work harder.

Chapter 003: The Letter That Can Never Be Sent

"FU——FU——"

With a light leap, Fu Fu jumped onto Alvin's shoulder. She looked harmless and very friendly.

——Of course Alvin won’t be fooled.

"Why did you remember to come find me?"

"FU, FUFUFU——"

The two guys who didn't speak the same language just stared at each other, which seemed very harmonious to outsiders. At this moment, he was recording his own records.

In fact, Alvin recovered quickly and was back to his old self after three days. When he thanked Romani, he noticed that her expression was a little strange, but he didn't think much about it. After thanking her, he closed the door and left quietly.

There's no way, my current identity is completely different from the past.

"...So I'm doing you a favor?" She looked at Scathach who was sitting on her bed, reading a book.

"Don't you possess the wisdom of the demonic realm?"

“This has nothing to do with reading.”

In her hands she held One Hundred Years of Solitude, the masterpiece of Colombian writer Gabriel García Márquez. It tells the legendary story of seven generations of the Buendía family and the rise and fall of Macondo, a small town on the Caribbean coast, reflecting the turbulent history of Latin America over the past century.

“Many years later, as he stood before the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía would remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice. What really matters in life is not what happens to you, but what you remember and how you remember it, Romani.”

She hinted at something but didn't say it explicitly.

"This is not what I need to consider right now." Romani said stubbornly. Seeing this, she stopped talking and lowered her head to continue reading the magical realism work in her hand.

“By the way, do you have any works of Borges here?”

The corridor from Romani's office to the dormitory area is very long, and I don't know how Marisbury designed it.

"If I remember correctly, my room is Room 0305 in Block K..."

He returned to the place where he was originally. There was a bunch of keys hanging on the door of the room. He walked to the door and found the keyhole. He turned it to the left and the key turned. He pushed and the door opened.

There were no major changes in the room, it was still very simple, and the almost pure white room had a calming atmosphere. Although it had only been two months since Alvin left Chaldea, it felt like a lifetime ago.

At the first singularity, we met, got to know each other, and stayed together. Except for the last step, everything else has been done.

——But it was that step that felt like an insurmountable chasm.

Alvin turned on the computer, was stunned by the GOOGLE interface, and searched for the name for some reason.

Madame Roland

No, no, no, that's not her name.

Alvin pressed Backspace frantically while recalling her name in his mind.

Manon Jeanne Phlipon

He pressed Enter, and the link provided by Wikipedia suddenly appeared. At this moment, he was a little hesitant.

Do you want to see it?

Alvin moved his mouse over there and clicked on it.

The first thing that came into his eyes was a portrait. The person in the painting wore a fur hat, a long and narrow fur scarf around his neck, and a blue iris tied on his chest. He was sitting upright, with the lower part of his arms hidden in a fur warmer.

This was the outfit he and she wore when they first took a boat trip on the Seine. Alvin scrolled the mouse wheel with his index finger and read the whole thing.

It wasn't until the seventh directory, which contained an unsent letter, that Alvin seemed to sense something, and his hand holding the mouse trembled slightly.

I have read your diary countless times! I press it to my heart and kiss it all over. I don't want to see you again. A few years ago, I asked Mr. Amadeus for news about you, but in vain. I once wrote to Mr. Antonio, hoping to get news of you, but the external communication was cut off again, which is a good thing.

I do not want to write to you directly, because the postal service is paralyzed and it may cause you trouble. I came into the world with pride, hoping that God would support freedom and have many hopes for them. But when I heard that Maximilien issued an arrest warrant for 22 people, I knew that France was destroyed again.

I bid you farewell that night with the greatest pain in my heart, and now the arrest warrant they issued for you frightens me even more. They took this cruel measure because of your courage; after I learned your future from Amadeus, I became quiet again. My friend, continue in your mission. Your eyes do not need to be fixed there, and your feet do not need to walk there again. You must stay away so that you can serve your friends and work hard for our future.

I myself know that my example will not be in vain, whether I wait for justice to be done or become the victim of the last violence of despotism. If I have any fear, it is that you will waste your energy thoughtlessly on my behalf.

My friend! If you save our world, you will also work for my happiness. When I know that your service to human nature has paid off, I will die peacefully. I have already ignored death, pain and sorrow, because I grew out of them. Don't worry, I will not be caught up in boring and excited turmoil until the last moment of my life.

...Don't worry about me! We can't be too demanding to live up to the feelings we have for each other. That way we won't feel unhappy. My friend, I wish you peace, I wish you peace, my dearest!

I love you.

November 7, 1793

Alvin leaned weakly on the seat behind him, but this was not the end yet, his eyes glanced slightly downwards.

On November 1793, 11, Madame Roland was sentenced to death and executed immediately.

The last straw was about to break his back.

More than 300 years later, he finally received the unsent letter.

He lay on the white sheets, feeling depressed and indescribable in his heart. Tears kept flowing down uncontrollably. Through the blurred tears in the corners of his eyes, he could see the voices and faces of the past again.

Ah, a pocket watch for stargazing... jpg

PS1: What can often move people is only the most real things.

PS2: I declare that V10 is the champion of this year's S5!!!

Hold up the trophy that belongs to you!

Brothers shed tears in the comments.

Chapter 004 That look, the same as mine

"What the hell is going on here..."

Ophelia stared at the magic communication and just stood there.

It was a joint letter, signed by her mentor, Lord Ulysses, the lord of the spirit summoning department, the man who was always a little gloomy.

But the signature on the letter was from his own family.

The content of the letter was actually very simple. It was nothing more than about loan procedures, the work of soul transfer, and some matters of life.

——Except the last paragraph.

When you see this, you must have met the magician specially appointed by the Magic Association... Alvin Vashak, my last disciple and also your junior.

We must keep him firmly in our hands, that's what we mean.

After seeing the communication, her good mood for the day disappeared instantly, not because of how she felt about the designated person, but because of her own incompetence.

Blame the teacher? That's impossible in the first place.

Parents? She herself doesn't have that ability.

Alvin was also assigned? I guess his situation when he saw this communication was similar to mine.

Ophelia Farmsolone, do something!

"Ophie?"

"Ah, um, what's wrong?"

"You look a little strange today." Ritsuka said suspiciously. At this moment, they were eating breakfast in the cafeteria, and then began a day of training under the guidance of teacher Scathach. This included but was not limited to a 3-kilometer cross-country run in a simulator, learning runes, close combat training, and occasionally going to the singularity to brush materials.

Apart from anything else, just learning runes is enough to attract countless modern magicians.

"Do I look obvious?"

“It’s all written on his face.”

"......Alas." Ophelia shook her head and sighed, her face looking like a bitter gourd, which made Ritsuka even more curious.

"So what happened?"

"My family arranged a marriage for me...although the news was sent two months ago."

"If it's just this kind of news, it's no big deal."

Ritsuka's eyelids twitched, and he picked up a piece of salmon with chopsticks and chewed it carefully.

"Why do you think so, Ritsuka?"

"Ophi, let me ask you, what are you doing in Chaldea now?"

"Repair the singularity and save humanity."

"Since it has been burned by human reason, is there anyone else in this world besides us in Chaldea?"

"Absolutely not."

"That's easy, don't worry about it, no one will rush you anyway."

Ophelia looked at Li Xiang in front of her. What she said made sense, but the problem was, what should she do when the person she was fiancée was right in front of her?

"Forget it, let's order first."

Although the first singularity has been repaired, it will take some time for it to recover gradually. At this moment, Romani is operating the computer terminal in the control room.