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

"You can't say that. Even though it's unofficial history, it's still part of history, Alan."

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...Yes, old man, I really didn't expect that one day I would become a part of history.

Alvin was still riding on the horse. A few minutes ago, he was surrounded by the Ottoman troops, with countless spears pointed at him.

But now, those people fell to the ground, completely losing their life signs. He didn't know how he did it. Thinking back carefully, it was probably just a sentence.

"Whoever stops me will turn to dust."

He remembered it very clearly. At that time, his consciousness was his own, and he had full control over himself. There was no trace of No. 3.

So, I was the one who gave the order for them to die, and they really died.

"Those surrounding the eyeballs of the Demon Pillar are actually the dead..."

Alvin could feel it, he lost all emotion when he said that, like an emotionless machine.

The impact of what happened that day on the transatlantic flight is finally starting to bite. Its impact was unpredictable, and only now is the tip of the iceberg being revealed.

But these were not the things he needed to think about at the moment. Under the light of the moon goddess Diana, he saw the city gates of Rumeli Castle wide open.

——And the Byzantine soldiers lying on the ground could be seen everywhere.

PS1: This is the last week of the training. It will end after the exams.

PS2: So after not being able to play Baldwin IV in CK3, my roommate turned around and embraced CK2.

As a result, I was pushed to the ground by Saladin. I should have told him to change the date to January 1177, 1...

Chapter 148: The Rumeriburg Massacre

Alvin dismounted in front of the open gate of Fort Rumeli. Because the trench was not taken into consideration at the beginning of the design, the dead soldiers under the city wall emitted a faint smell of blood. Fortunately, it was late spring, so the situation was not that serious.

Some of these dead warriors wore large white head cloths, some wore purple helmets, and their faces had different complexions, but there was no Ottoman figure.

"Maybe those Ottomans took back the bodies of their brothers." He comforted himself and walked into the castle.

Then, his dream was completely shattered.

It’s gone, completely gone.

He was the only one who could still stand. It didn't matter who caused all this. The balance of the battle became unpredictable again. The aid from the Third Rome would be cut off again at this moment. Everything was moving along the original trajectory.

How do I feel now? Standing among these dead soldiers, Alvin asked himself. He tried to think from his heart, to empathize with others, to put himself in their shoes, but he could not get any results.

Not only that, Alvin couldn't even muster a trace of emotion towards those who died in battle, whether it was pity, sorrow, or even any of the seven deadly sins, none of them created a ripple in his heart.

If I had to describe it in one word, it would be calm...it's like I've gotten used to it.

"... Let's look for any possible survivors first. I need to figure out what happened here."

Like a robot, he gave himself orders.

But he still underestimated them, underestimated those who died here for their beliefs, and even more underestimated the person who killed all of them.

These killed soldiers all had one thing in common, that is, they died extremely quickly, from ordinary soldiers to officers capable of commanding a small team to fight independently, all died in the same way.

"Is there another Heroic Spirit with the Assassin class over there? Cassius or Brutus?"

His hands gently closed the unwilling eyes of the sergeant. Perhaps at that moment, he regretted a decision he had made.

He thought of the newspapers he used to sleep on. For the first time, the news pictures in the Sun were not gossip about Beckham, but those of women and children injured in the war, cities destroyed by war, battlefields filled with fireworks and gunpowder, and fighter planes taking off and landing.

Children use helpless eyes and silent language to tell their pain. Women carry guns with empty eyes that look confused. The coming and going of American fighter planes draw their ruthlessness. The world becomes so violent in a moment.

“Because this is the Balkans.”

Alvin gave up the idea of ​​looking for survivors and decided to go into the fortress. The word truth was too far away from heaven and too close to Glamorgan.

He hoped to find some useful information inside the castle, such as something left by Leonidas. Of course, it would be even better if he could find Leonidas.

Of course, it's just thought. I probably still have to cross the sea to Anatolia to have a look.

When he entered the small fortress, he felt that it was really far from the Bastille. It seems that there is a gap not only between castles, but also between fortresses.

The situation inside was worse than he had imagined. Everywhere he could walk, there were at least two bodies of Roman soldiers lying there. For a moment, he had no idea where to go.

Nothing in this world happens without reason, Alvin firmly believes this. It is impossible that Ritsuka ordered the massacre of the city. Although Ritsuka and the others surrounded the city, it was probably someone else who did it.

This person must be independent, hiding in the dark and unknown to others, and at the same time have strong single-player combat capabilities. Neither Cassius nor Brutus, the two people who assassinated Caesar that he had previously guessed, fit this guess.

"Ubisoft's assassins should all belong to the category of imaginary heroic spirits, which cannot be summoned..." Alvin comforted himself and then climbed the stairs.

The higher they climbed, the fewer bodies of the dead soldiers there were, and Alvin's movements became easier. Boudica once talked about the internal structure of the fortress. The top floor of the two fortresses was the command center of the entire fortress. At that time, Leonidas led 300 people to attack the Anatolian fortress under the cover of Boudica and directly carried out a decapitation operation, taking down the two main concerns of Rome without bloodshed.

Leonidas must have left something behind, otherwise such an extreme incident would not have occurred. Thinking of this, Alvin quickened his pace, not realizing that his purpose had changed from the initial emotional "saving the Greek soldier Leonidas" to a rational behavior of "exploring the truth".

But no matter what, he finally reached the top floor. After opening the door, he saw piles of thick papers piled on the table inside. In the middle of the table, a piece of paper with dried ink was fluttering slightly in the wind outside the window.

Alvin walked over and picked up the paper.

"It's Leonidas' letter asking for help... Where is he now? What happened in such a short time?"

There was only one day between the time Leonidas wrote the letter for help and the time when all the members of Rumeli Castle were killed, but it was enough time for many things to happen that he was not aware of.

Alvin now felt as if he was in a fog. Everything about Rumeli Castle was unknown to him. With all the defenders of Rumeli Castle killed and the heroic spirits under Ritsuka about to join the battlefield, the fate of Constantinople became strange again.

He must bring back what happened here. This is the only thought in his mind now, but the real test has just begun.

"Don't think you can go back so easily, Alvin."

Under the moonlight, I saw that on the windowsill that was originally empty, the woman with long purple hair was sitting there sideways at some point.

Just as he had seen her the first time in that CM, her head turned and looked at Alvin.

"Don't you want to know the truth about Fort Rumeri?"

PS: Hello everyone, after experiencing a brutal exam, I finally escaped from the Big Bird bar and coded this chapter while listening to PonPon Shit on Body Temperature Radio in the car.

The exams are over and the updates will come back. Just like I said in that cheesy listing declaration, I won't quit as long as there's still one person reading this book.

The story of Alexander Allen cannot end so abruptly. A story has to have a beginning and an end, right?

Chapter 149 Hey, long time no see, Ritsuka

"What do you mean?"

"That's exactly what it means, Alvin. Even a random person with a toe can tell there's something wrong here."

"Don't you think this is all a bit weird?"

Scathach's three consecutive words of quality went straight to Alvin's face. Admittedly, he had not thought about this problem before, but Scathach's actions were tantamount to putting it in the open.

"Really... Then I'll raise the price. How about the whereabouts of the King of Sparta?"

She turned sideways and stepped down from the windowsill, but her body was still leaning against the edge.

"What's the price?"

"Withdraw from the team that will participate in the third singularity in the future."

"Really? I agree."

Alvin said calmly, he looked at Scathach, his voice was calm, and to her it sounded completely devoid of any emotion.

"Really? Come on then."

Scathach stretched out her hand like a magician and snapped her fingers lightly. In an instant, the surrounding scenery kept changing. Looking out the window, the sky was covered with dark clouds, but these dark clouds did not show any signs of rain at all.

As if realizing something, Alvin walked to the wall and touched the bricks and stones. Originally, they were rough when he touched them, but after he took his hand away, they became smooth and flat walls.

Looking back, the pile of tables disappeared in the blink of an eye. Alvin, who realized where he was, suddenly relaxed and finally accepted the reality.

"Is this the 'Land of Shadows', a strange and magical land filled with many undead spirits, that is sealed off in Celtic legend? It feels really quiet here."

"Because of the burning of human principles, the Shadow Kingdom has become [non-existent] - all the undead that were originally sealed have been burned, but the Shadow Kingdom itself is still there, just like the surface of the earth."

Just as if the tit-for-tat scene just now was all an illusion, Scathach snapped her fingers again, and then a high table with red wine on it appeared out of thin air beside her, and a petty bourgeois aura appeared in this incompatible space.

"You are the first visitor to the Kingdom of Shadows after Cu Chulainn. Even Richard the Lionheart of the Plantagenet Dynasty came with 8000 people to look for you but failed. Alvin, you should feel lucky."

"It should be, but..."

Alvin sat down on the stilt platform, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.

"but what?"

"What's up with this bunny girl outfit?"

Under the pure white light, the bartender behind the counter was dressed in purple, and her shadowy figure was dim. Her lips were clearly outlined with shiny red lipstick, and appeared dark purple under the fluorescent light. She looked like an illusion, which was really confusing.

But all of this was ruined by those bunny ears.

"You mean this? I talked to Ritsuka about it when I was in Chaldea. I tried it and it seemed pretty good."

"I see, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka. I understand."

Alvin no longer dwells on this matter. He hopes that our Ritsuka-san’s liver will be able to hold on during the infinite pool.

"Now let's get down to business, about Fort Rumeri. Ah, thank you."

A glass of Irish whiskey was placed in front of Alvin, accompanied by a familiar voice saying "Enjoy your meal".

"'About the Queen of Shadow Country mixing drinks for me', in this river?"

"You're going to be on the back burner anyway, so why not get familiar with the logistics work first?"

He didn't object to Scathach's statement. After all, he was still a lazy dog.

At this moment, the TV hanging on the ceiling flashed snowflakes, followed by colorful balls on the black screen that bounced back when they hit the boundary, and finally the most familiar no-signal screen popped up.

He turned his head and saw Scathach pressing buttons on the remote control. It seemed that it would take a long time for someone as isolated from the world as her to keep up with the times.

"You Celtic heroes seem to have very different opinions on the use of modern electrical appliances. King Arthur of Wales and Cuchulain of Ireland adapted well to it, and Boudica should have no problem with it too. Why are you so lame? Are there any famous heroes in Brittany?"

Alvin took the remote control and adjusted the relevant settings. The bunny girl beside him laughed awkwardly. After the picture was adjusted, Alvin sighed helplessly.

Well, it seems like even if I retreat to the second line, I won’t have peace.

"...I had already killed the few Yericheni just now. When I learned that Rumeli Castle was under siege, I was worried, so I rushed to rescue it. I didn't expect to get an advantage first."

Below the city, the man who was identified as Alvin raised his lips. He looked at the busy soldiers on the city wall with a mocking expression. When he looked up again, he glanced at the man on the city wall with a pair of half-smiles in his eyes, which were filled with undisguised mockery and sarcasm.

He recognized the man; he was his colleague, Leif Lionel Flaunos.

The impregnable defense that Leonidas had set up for nearly half a month was completely lost because of himself. Alvin could not help but laugh and cry when he thought about it.

Now that he knew the truth, what happened next was not important. He turned off the TV, drank the whiskey at hand, and prepared to leave with Leonidas's unsent letter.

"Where do I go back from?"

"You can return to Rumeli Castle by opening the door, but you have to be quick. His soul core was injured by Flaunos in the battle in Anatolia. If you go back now, you can see him one last time in Constantinople."

"Thank you. I didn't expect you, Scathach, would actually help an 'enemy' like me. And your whiskey is well-mixed. It will be troublesome for me in Chaldea in the future."

Alvin spoke as usual, as if the scenes he had just seen did not exist. After saying goodbye to Scathach, he opened the door and returned to his original place.

Calm, too calm. This is definitely not the reaction of ordinary people.

She recalled the memories of the time she spent with him in London. The label of rationality had been firmly attached to him and could not be removed. It seemed that the heroes of the Enlightenment had had an extraordinary influence on him.

“But all rational behavior starts from emotion and inevitably returns to emotion in the end.”

Arwen murmured as they walked down the stairs of Castle Rumeri.

Later in the lobby, he met someone he shouldn't have met.

He stood where the sunlight could not reach, surrounded by dead soldiers. Looking at those people standing in the sun, Alvin greeted them for the first time.

"Hey, long time no see, Ritsuka."

PS1: Pun (no emotion)

We are now isolated.

I ended up going to Night City...and almost didn't come back.

PS2: I was so jealous when I saw the group members in the CK group who were preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination talking about their heroic deeds in the Crusades.