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

Could it be that this Floros has the attribute of being outgoing and friendly?

"Everyone is here, Leif Lenore."

"Very good, you are worthy of being the monarch of the modern magic department, but are you really not going to reveal the reason - the truth about betraying humanity?"

Leif said this while observing El-Melloi II's expression. The modern magic department monarch's love for his students was well known throughout the Clock Tower.

So, what will he choose when one of his most proud students has a problem and collides with the continuation of all mankind?

"What do you mean?"

Akagi Hinako had a bad feeling.

"Of course it's about Alvin Vasago - don't you know who Vasago is?"

Waver Velvet raised his head, his eyes burning with anger.

Chapter 200 The incident came to light

That happened on April 4st.

From the time Boudica knocked Leonardo down and let Alvin leave, to the time Leonardo opened his eyes again and saw El-Melloi and Romulus sitting in the row, only ten minutes passed.

"I need an explanation."

"I will make this matter clear, but Mr. Leonardo, you have to be prepared."

Romulus had a solemn expression on his face, his hands crossed on the table in front of him, and his eyes, which had not dimmed at all with the passage of time, were staring intently at the two photos placed on the table.

"You know the owner of this photo, Leif Lionel Flauros, but that is not his real name."

Shion sat in the control room with Olga Marie behind her. After receiving her promise, she began to investigate. Under the gaze of countless eyes, she quickly retrieved the information about the former professor Leif from the Chaldea archives.

"Leif Huale Lenore Gusin Flauros, No. 47 Huale, No. 11 Lenore, No. 64 Flauros; three demon gods appear in one name, so while I sympathize with the misfortune you Chaldea encountered on the first day, you should also be thankful for this - he helped you clean up all the traitors at once."

"But even so, there are still some fish that slip through the net."

Romulus threw out two photos. Leonardo da Vinci looked a little unhappy when he saw the two photos, because one of them was taken by her in Venice.

The photo was the moment when Alvin's monocle slipped off his nose and a scarlet color appeared on his left eye.

"First of all, I apologize for the privacy issue, Mr. Leonardo, but please listen to my explanation. Fujimaru Ritsuka, do you remember the color of Flaunos' eyes when he opened his eyes in Fuyuki?"

Outside the Slitthroat Castle, Ritsuka looked at Romulus on the other side of the screen. As the only witness, she looked at Leonardo da Vinci, El-Melloi, Shion, and finally saw Romani who was also keeping her head down and silent.

Although she wanted to say something for him, she knew that the current situation was very different from the original Chaldea. Rumors were powerful. Before she entered Chaldea, Fujimaru Ritsuka had seen too many tragedies.

"The color of Floros' eyes is the same as the look of Alvin's eyes in the photograph."

Li Xiang closed his eyes helplessly. Nero, who was also from Rome, was not present at the moment. This might be a blessing or a curse.

"It would be too arbitrary to infer it just by a simple comparison and surname, Romulus."

Weber Wilster's eyes grew sharp. As a disciple that he had discovered personally with his discerning eyes, he would never believe that this so-called "speculation" could directly determine a person's fate.

"I understand how you feel, Mr. El-Melloi. In fact, even I didn't want to think about it at first, so I contacted Chaldea through the Queen of the Shadow Kingdom and asked them to find all the information about Alvin Vashak."

"How is the result?"

"It was as if he appeared out of thin air. All the information and data about him can only be traced back to the day he first arrived in Middlesex."

Middlesex, that was the name of London before it became London. But what is important is not this, but the person of Alvin Vasago, who seemed to appear "out of thin air" in this world.

"And according to what he said at the time, he escaped from the Jewish cult. Putting aside the issues between honorary Khazars and the real Semites who remained in the Levant, did he ever perform a unique magic trick of the cult for you? Even once?"

This time, it was El-Melloi II who remained silent.

But the story did not end there. When SION called up the physical examination report, she herself felt unbelievable when she saw the report. "

"Age 25, bone age... 9? There are obvious scars where the right arm connects to the body, which is probably from surgery."

"Why didn't I notice these things at the time?"

"Perhaps he used some means that you who were recording the data at the time did not notice it, but these have revealed a lot of information."

Having said this, Romulus, holding the cup of water in his hand, looked sad.

"A child who died in misfortune at a young age made a wish to the gods before his death. The gods granted his request, but when he woke up, he not only found that he was in a different era, but also lost his true self."

"Alvin Vashak, this is undoubtedly a Hebrew name. Perhaps he is still in control of the body at the moment, but the demon named Vashak is doing the same thing as Andusias did to Mozart in the past - complete depravity."

Da Vinci felt very uncomfortable.

She remembered that in the report after the end of the first singularity, when Alvin talked about Amadeus, he deliberately used the term "patient in the same ward", which seemed extremely outrageous at the time.

But now it seems that this description couldn't be more appropriate.

"Since there have been similar examples in the past, I would like to ask, how did Amadeus solve the problem of Andusias at that time?"

El-Melloi II did not give up. He did not make any changes just because his disciple was a so-called demon. Long before Alvin, he had already solved many problem students.

"You won't believe it if I tell you, it's love."

"like?"

Olga Marie, who has been obsessed with romance novels recently, has a subtle look on her face. If she hadn't confirmed that she was real, she would have suspected that she had traveled to some Mary Sue world.

"Mozart's love for Marie Antoinette, a princess of the Habsburg family, was the reason why he was able to suppress Anducias's erosion of himself and prevent the world from collapsing prematurely. Of course, it was not without cost, such as Salieri, who was unreasonably accused of killing Mozart."

"But the trouble is, we don't know who is the person who can hold his heart."

As Romani said this, Lixiang looked at her. She really wanted to pour out everything she knew, but her damn little thoughts kept reminding her that this was her chance.

Fujimaru Ritsuka, ah Fujimaru Ritsuka, when did you become unlike yourself?

"Sorry, I have to go out for a while."

Da Vinci stood up, opened the door and walked out. She was confused for the first time in her life and was questioning herself deeply.

What should I do now?

......

......

......

"Or maybe... that Holy Grail that everyone hates can solve the problem."

Chapter 201 Night Gives Way to Dawn

"What time is it, Giovanni?"

"It's six o'clock, not long before dawn."

“That’s really fast.”

Alvin and Giovanni were chatting casually between the battlements. The Genoese grinned, the wounds from the previous battle still affecting him. He made a gesture to Alvin, who immediately understood and bent down, moving quietly with his elbow.

When he moved to Giovanni's side, he very skillfully handed him a cigarette, something that was ahead of its time; the match made a crackling sound and a real flame came out.

Giovanni pinched the filter between two fingers and took a deep breath very skillfully, with smoke rings floating up. He was a real veteran.

"By the way, Alvin. Where did you say this thing was produced from?"

"Elysium."

"It is said that those people on the other side will be served by twelve maids after they die. I think we can be considered successful if we can get one after we die. The difference is too big."

"There are still differences among the Abrahamic religions."

"Forget it, let's not talk about this. You should go back to His Majesty next."

"Well, after all, someone has to hold him back."

Alvin said this, stuffed the last cigarettes and matches he had into Giovanni's hands, and then left quietly.

In the dark and empty sky, the red light of the cigarette butt was faint and the ashes fell from his fingers, but Giovanni was unaware of it, probably.

The stars have dimmed and night is gradually giving way to dawn.

After eating and drinking his fill, Fatih personally rode to the trench with his last yericheni and gave orders.

"Archers, slingshot men, and musketeers stood at a distance and fired at the defenders guarding the ramparts and the damaged outer wall."

A storm of fire swept over the walls, and the sky seemed to be covered with bullets and arrows fired at full power. The rain of arrows and other projectiles like snow forced the Crusaders to duck behind the ramparts.

"Yericheni, forward!"

After the second signal was given, these well-trained guards let out loud and terrifying shouts and began to advance, like lions patrolling their territory.

The Mehter Military Band had already started playing music, and the conductor was the young man Fatih had promoted not long ago. With the Izmir March playing, the Yerichenis shouted and rushed towards the city wall.

The shouts were deafening. War drums and flutes sounded, officers shouted and gave orders, cannons roared like thunder, and the soldiers themselves shouted heartbreakingly. These sounds inspired their own courage and shocked the enemy's nerves. Fatih smiled as he rode on his horse, which obviously had the desired effect.

The Yerichenes shouted loudly, taking away the courage of the defenders and spreading fear throughout the city, just like the extremely tragic attack and defense of Alexander in 641.

"I think now I can understand how desperate those people in Alexandria were, Ludwig."

"So the success of the First Crusade was simply a miracle, Captain Rustico."

The two masters of the knightly orders were breathing heavily. Among the three major knightly orders, the Knights Templar left the Holy Land early and returned to Europe to lend money, but was eventually destroyed by Capet; the Teutonic Knights originally moved thousands of miles to the Baltic Sea and lived a comfortable life, but after neighboring Poland completed its unification again, their lives became worse and worse.

With all the members of the Knights of Saint Lazarus killed in the Battle of Acre, among the four major knightly orders of the Kingdom of Heaven, only the Knights Hospitaller remained in the East, and continued to fight without forgetting their original aspirations.

"What are your plans after this war is over?"

"After experiencing the sunshine of the Mediterranean again, I will never go back to the Baltic Sea. Maybe I will find someone to sell the land there, and then continue to fight in Corfu."

"Corfu? The one in Kefalonia, Epirus?"

"Well, I bought the land from the Venetians. After so many years in Eastern Europe, the money I accumulated should be enough to buy a piece of land."

"The Knights Hospitaller do have plans in Malta, but we still have to discuss this with the King of Naples."

This kind of chat, which is like explaining one's last wishes, is a true reflection of the Crusaders on this battlefield.

On the battlefield, Yericheni and the rest of the heavy armoured corps were eager to fight, and unlike the cannon fodder troops, they were in excellent condition after having had enough food. Under the gaze of the Sultan, they bravely advanced, both for the honor and for the merit of being the first to climb the city wall. They marched towards the ramparts unwaveringly, without hesitation, as if they were only thinking about breaking through the city wall and entering the city [Istanbul].

They used hooked clubs to dismantle the barrels and wooden turrets on top of the rampart, dug into the rampart's framework, and then set up ladders again, holding shields above their heads to block the storm of rocks and projectiles while they struggled to climb.

Opposite them, the exhausted Greeks and Italians once again threw themselves into battle. Giovanni and his men, as well as Constantine XI and all his nobles, knights, and the bravest warriors, held on to the ramparts with all the weapons they could use to fight, resisting wave after wave of attacks.

The first batch of Yericheni soldiers were hit by stones and fell down, many of them were killed on the spot, but more people rushed up to replace them, and no one wavered. Soon a second face-to-face hand-to-hand combat began on the city wall, and everyone was determined—one side was for honor, Allah and a big reward, and the other side was for God and survival.

In the crowded close combat, they taunted each other, some stabbed with spears, some were stabbed to death, some killed the enemy, and some were killed, people killed each other in anger; and behind them, the Sultan’s carefully cast cannons were firing shells, and the smoke filled the entire battlefield, sometimes obscuring the vision of the soldiers on both sides, and sometimes making them face each other directly. Of course, in the end they all became cannon fodder under the shells.

The fierce battle lasted for an hour, and the situation that Fatih was most worried about still occurred: his most trusted elite Yerichenis made little progress. The Crusaders in Constantinople still refused to give in.

The Romans leaned against the walls and defeated the invading enemies again, although they suffered many injuries and many soldiers died on the walls. But Giovanni, the supreme commander, still stood on the walls with a cane. Under his influence, everyone in Constantinople performed their duties conscientiously.

"coming."

Chapter 202: Step Over My Dead Body

"Is this an illusion? Do you think their fighting spirit has declined?"

Jacopo Contarini, the young master from the Contarini family of Venice, should have lived his life in Venice, but on that day, he boarded Balto's ship and came to the forefront of the fight against pagans in the East.

"No, it's not an illusion, this is how the Yerichenis fight."

As an Ottoman prince, Barto knew very well the Yericheni's unique fighting style.

"When Yerichen enters the offensive state, it is like the surging waves of the sea, each wave is stronger than the last, but there will always be a point after which the offensive will be maintained, and then it will suddenly retreat without giving the enemy any chance to pursue."

"This kind of sign is hard to detect, but I think our Basilius has already discovered it."

As Barto said, the defenders inside the city wall felt the pressure of the Ottoman offensive in front of them was relieved a little. This was a critical moment and also the moment to turn the tide of the war. Constantine XI, who had been fighting for more than 20 years, immediately seized this opportunity and hurriedly urged the soldiers to start counterattacking.

Constantine XI, who had been against the Ottomans for many years, should be the person who knew the Ottoman army best besides the most important Ottoman generals. He rode on his horse, raised his sword and shouted loudly to the soldiers.

"Warriors, the pagan army is weakening, and the crown of victory is ours. God is on our side, keep fighting!"

Constantine's encouragement was effective. The Ottoman troops began to lose their footing, and the morale of the defenders once again drove them off the city walls. The originally exhausted Constantinople instantly found new strength.

A bold Holy Sepulchre Knight, wearing helmet and armor and drawing his sword, rushed forward. He was as fast as an eagle and carried a kite-shaped shield on his back. Yericheni, who had just climbed onto the city wall, was caught off guard. Unsure of his footing, he tried to stab the enemy opposite. Those who could become Yericheni were extremely powerful. His hasty counterattack broke a chain mail ring on the knight's chest, but he himself was seriously injured. He staggered to avoid it, but failed to escape the next attack. This fierce Holy Sepulchre Knight quickly eliminated the remaining Yericheni and took the opponent's ring from the body of the first man as a symbol of victory.

The balance of victory in the war now tilted towards the Christians, and it seemed that victory for Constantinople was just around the corner.

——If Alvin didn’t see Constantine’s little trick.

The Gate of Chariscus was where Constantine XI set up his headquarters before the war began. It was also the starting point for the last surprise attack on Thrace. On that day, Alvin and Leonardo da Vinci came to the City of World Desire through this gate.