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

"Very good. As long as there are no accidents, it is a foregone conclusion that this era will return to the correct track. Although the location of the soul particle transfer is a parallel world, the result of the correction is successfully reflected in our world..."

After a day and night of calculations, the computer magic Laplace gave the answer.

"Humanity foundation value, C+? Although it is the smallest among the seven singularities, isn't C+ too small? The Great Revolution had a significant impact on humanity."

"If this level is only C+, then it will be very troublesome later. After all, this is only the first one. The next singularity will probably be a level higher."

"How long will it take to check all the data of the first singularity?" She shouted to the people below while standing at the main desk.

"It will take about half a month, Dr. Roman."

"OK." She could only accept this fact and just treat it as a holiday for the new Masters. It was also a good thing for them to adjust their condition.

So, Romani took a break from his busy schedule and opened the Twitter page of a certain magical girl...

After thinking it over again and again, Olga Marie walked out of her office, raised her feet, and walked in the other direction of the corridor. Just a few minutes later, she came to a familiar room and knocked on the door.

"Yes, please come in~~~"

Leonardo da Vinci looked towards the door and saw Olga Marie, who almost immersed herself in the office and laboratory, pushing open the door of her workshop.

"Is there anything I can do to help you? Director Mary."

"...Is that thing still usable?"

"What is that?" She put away a few green cubes on her desk and turned to ask Olga Marie who was already sitting at the desk.

"The auxiliary system established for existence proof during the transfer of soul particles, the autonomous observation type existence proof system Mnemosyne."

The reason why the Master was able to transfer the spirit particles safely was because the Chaldean staff had been observing and proving the existence. In order to prevent the Master from disappearing when all the staff fell, Da Vinci built another system according to Olga Marie's idea, but in the end due to some technical deficiencies, this system was not implemented and was temporarily shelved.

"…Why did you think of this?"

"Our situation is not optimistic. We don't even know the identity of the enemy, let alone Whodunit [who is the murderer] and Howdunit [how did they do it]. But even so, with Alvin Vashak here, even if he stands there and doesn't express his inner thoughts, his value will not change at all. Even if countless difficulties are waiting for him, he can still fight back perfectly."

"But on that day, I saw his fatal point for the first time. I don't even know what happened in the process. With Chaldea's current system, there is no way to solve it."

“So you thought of this.”

She nodded. It was because that person was so important that she had to tread on thin ice.

"But you know, Mary, she's not perfect yet. Even a genius may not have enough time, and there are still a few problems that have not been solved."

"You are looking forward to her - looking forward to Mnemosyne - so the goddess of memory is only used to store records now?"

"For now, that's it."

"What if we add the technology from Atlas Institute?"

Atlas Court?

Da Vinci immediately thought of the cheerful girl with twin ponytails. What didn't match her sweet appearance was the knowledge, technology and segmented thinking of the Alchemy Academy.

"Will she help us?"

"For some reason, she's very interested in that special magician."

Rather than saying that she was interested, it would be more accurate to say that the way she looked at him was something he had seen and experienced before.

It’s like secretly liking someone in your heart.

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PS1: This wave is plug and play.

PS2: Minami praised Ieari’s girlfriend to an inappropriate level.

PS3: The last time LGD defeated IG 3-1 seemed like it was just a few days ago.

Valve, please do something, Valve.

Chapter 005: Flaunos gives everyone a good job

"Is this okay?"

Alvin put down his pen, and in front of him was a completed investigation report. While praising the great Emperor Napoleon and Joan of Arc for saving France, the report also affirmed the work of the remaining members of Group A and encouraged the "small work" of Master No. 48.

"Well, that's it." Olga Marie looked at the report in front of her that was written by the supervisor himself. Although it seemed to be full of nonsense, it was the best protection for Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"You really put a lot of effort into this. So how are you going to deal with the real history?"

"When Shion and Da Vinci finish improving the Autonomous Observational Proof of Existence System Mnemosyne, we will input the correct answer into it and save it as the one with the highest confidentiality level, but..."

"But what?" He opened the can of beer he bought on the road, opened the can and started drinking.

"I didn't expect you would actually agree to our request."

I originally just wanted to contact him to give it a try, but I didn't expect that he would actually agree to this somewhat unreasonable request.

"Nothing, I just don't want to see someone I spend every day with end up with formaldehyde."

The three years in the Clock Tower had given Alvin a certain understanding of the core of this modern magic association.

Although it is the highest institution of modern magic, there are no laws of human society here, and everyone is responsible for their own personal safety. Alvin himself has been "concerned" by some people, but in the end they would just pull out their hot weapons and say "Sir, times have changed", and then happily send the assassin to the source. Over time, no one would be interested in him anymore.

——If it doesn’t include those who want to send the excellent mothers in their family to their beds, that’s it.

"Any other questions, Director Olga Marie?"

"Um, what do you think of the Clock Tower?"

"I'm not good at anything. I'm number one in internal fighting. I'm leaving."

He waved goodbye and left, leaving Olga Marie alone in the office, deep in thought.

"Where have I heard this before..."

After leaving the director's office, Alvin wandered around Chaldea alone. He had been in a bad mood recently, and he couldn't hide his expression at all.

He walked to the smoking area. Once upon a time, this was the place where he and his friends chatted. Now that he returned to the old place, many things had changed.

Alvin leaned back on the sofa, groping in his pocket. The mint Marlboro he had just bought that morning was still unopened. Now that he was alone, it was a good opportunity.

I used to scoff at the idea that smoking causes stress, but now I smoke because of my own stress. I used to think drinking makes people feel uncomfortable, but now I drink because I feel uncomfortable.

Sure enough, in the end, I couldn't avoid living the life I hated the most.

He lit a cigarette, held it between his pale fingers, slowly brought it to his lips, took a shallow puff, but held it for a long time before gently exhaling.

Smoke is a kind of memory. It is a remembrance of beautiful details. The smoke rises up like a blooming rose. His face appears and disappears in the smoke, sometimes happy, sometimes full of pain, but more often with a melancholy look.

He suffered from insomnia.

After reading the suicide letter, he couldn't sleep that night, his mind full of 18th century Paris.

"In those days, the French and Parisians had long been numb and indifferent to death, even the death row prisoners themselves. Seeing the ideals they fought for and the system they built with their own hands degenerate to the point where it could not be further degraded, these former revolutionaries fell into the abyss of nothingness. The day before the execution, they drank and reveled all night, stroking the heads that would be removed from their necks the next day and laughing at each other. On the way to the execution ground, they sang loudly all the way, full of vigor and vitality."

When Alvin saw this yesterday, he immediately closed the webpage. He didn’t want to continue reading, so he decisively lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling with his eyes open. To him, the night seemed as long as eternity.

But his body's instinct still seized this opportunity. With a half-smoked cigarette in his hand, he leaned on the sofa and fell asleep.

In his dream, he heard the singing of a female singer and the familiar sound of chains colliding. Alvin opened his eyes and saw the familiar prison in front of him. At this moment, he was sitting in the cell with an iron ball on his feet.

"Congratulations, the first singularity has been successfully repaired."

"Compared to getting your congratulations, I want to get out of here more." He looked at the prisoner clothes on his body and lost interest in an instant.

"This is your mental space. I can't let you out by myself. By the way, where are my goods?"

Vashak stretched out his hand, and seeing this, Alvin was helpless. He took off a ring on his hand, slid it in an arc in the air, and landed perfectly on the table.

"Well done."

"I won't accept purchasing from you next time."

Obviously, Vashak didn't listen. His eyes were attracted by the bottle of Blue Butterfly Armagnac brandy with a history of more than 300 years.

"Ah, Shirley..."

"Please stop your gin speech, sir."

"Okay, okay, okay." He reluctantly put down the wine in his hand and began to explain the business to Alvin.

"Although I know you are sad now, this is not the right time because a new singularity is coming."

Vassago had a serious look on his face, but Alvin could see that there was a hint of MMP in his expression.

"Isn't it Rome?"

"It is Rome, but it is not Rome either."

What do you mean?

Alvin immediately became alert. He had already discussed this with Andusias before, saying that Flaunos had messed up the situation.

"Originally, the place you were going to repair was Rome, the capital of the Roman Empire, but unfortunately, Flaunos summoned the 'Scourge of God' - Attila."

"If that's all, then it's nothing. He will do it sooner or later."

"What if I said that Flaunos was summoned on November 1444, 11?"

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PS1: November 1444, 11, is also known as the fall of the Ottoman Empire (confirmed).

After reading this, you probably know which Rome in this volume refers to.

PS2: Paris Saint-Germain, boom boom boom!

LGD please do something and make it to the S game again.

PS3: Does SP3 really have Z2? I even bought a gold quad magnet but couldn't get it.

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He woke up from his dream, and the half-smoked cigarette in his hand had burned into a butt, with ashes all over the floor. Alvin extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand and flicked it into the ashtray on the coffee table.

Alvin felt that what Vashak had just said was very unreal. This script that only existed in the game actually became a reality one day.

"...Wait until Chaldea observes the answer, and then continue thinking about it."

Chaldea currently has sufficient energy, and it will take about half a month to analyze all the data from the previous singularity. During this time, he has nothing to do and can only return to his room.

Then she was taken to her workshop by Leonardo da Vinci, whom she met on the way.

"So, why did you bring me to your workshop?"

Alvin looked at the source of evil with curiosity. After becoming a magician, he could clearly feel the magic contained in this workshop.

There were a large number of manuscripts piled on the workbench, many strange things in the cabinet, and most of the experimental facilities were placed directly on the table. There were also many things he couldn't name placed around and in the corners of the room. It was messy but also beautiful.

Should we say this is worthy of Leonardo da Vinci?

"You'll know soon." She was rummaging through the cabinets, as if she was looking for something.

"That's strange. I clearly put it here that day, but now I can't find it..."

Alvin couldn't bear it anymore, so he walked to Da Vinci's side and looked at the messy cabinet, feeling ashamed.

"Da Vinci, what are you looking for?"

"A box of green cubes. It was here when Mary came to see me yesterday. How come it's gone now?"

"Let me help you look for it."

——The result was that Alvin helped Da Vinci clean her workshop thoroughly.

"In the end, it was actually right under my feet... I guess that's what they mean by the lamp shining brightly."

Alvin lay weakly on the workbench, looking at Da Vinci who was holding a box, and asked weakly.

"What is it exactly?"

Hearing Alvin's almost exhausted voice, Da Vinci placed the box directly next to him.

"That's it. The great Da Vinci-chan concentrated the magic power into a crystal, a walking storage energy - [Magic Prism]!"

When he heard the name, he was stunned at first. When Leonardo da Vinci put the green cube in front of him, the look in his eyes when he looked at the box became extremely strange.

"Magic prism?"