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

Romani was a little surprised to hear this, and then decisively rejected him.

"Sorry, actually I'm already married." She took off her gloves, revealing the ring, which should have been on the middle finger of her right hand but was now on the ring finger of her left hand.

There is also a line of clear small words on it:

Aaron, My love, This life is unswerving.

PS1: It’s officially exam week, so let’s put some time on paying off debts for now.

PS2: Borscht actually originated in Eastern Europe. Who would have thought that? I always thought it was made in Hong Kong.

PS3: Wish me good luck on the exam and don’t fail.

Chapter 5: Unattainable

"Really?" Looking at the ring, Alvin stared at it in a daze, his eyes hazy and trance.

"It seems that guy is lucky to have won your heart, Dr. Roman."

The air was filled with the scent of artificial lemon.

"I'm just lucky."

That guy broke into my world without any reason and left inexplicably in the end. It's so hateful. How can I not catch him back?

"I'm going to the control room first. I really want you to rest, but judging from your personality, the possibility of this happening is close to zero."

"See you soon."

Looking at Alvin's lonely and desolate back (Romani Limited), she began to reflect on whether she had gone too far.

"Is it really okay for me to reject him directly and decisively like this?"

But the fragrant borscht in front of her interrupted her thoughts.

"Never mind, let's finish this bowl of soup first."

Alvin had a subtle look on his face as he walked towards the control room.

Watching your girlfriend talking about your boyfriend in front of you, but not knowing that the person in front of you is the one she is talking about...

"Is it dark under the light?" He walked into the control room, and an electronically synthesized voice sounded as he walked in.

"Captain on the bridge."

As for why the voice is like this, you have to ask the person in front of you.

"Next is the Middle Ages..." After Alvin retrieved the relevant information, he began to gradually match it with the locations shown on Chaldeas.

"This country is also magical to some extent." Thinking of the French people he had met, they could be said to be the best in various ways.

"Nothing happened in the 5th century AD."

"Nothing happened in the 6th century AD."

"Nothing happened in the 7th century AD."

"In the 8th century AD, the Franks went into civil war. They were reunited in AD732, Charlemagne was born in AD742, and in AD751, Pepin officially ascended the throne with the support of the Pope, establishing the Carolingian dynasty."

Alvin looked at the plain-looking guy on the screen. Not only was he short, he was also ugly. In terms of appearance, he was very different from his own son.

He once again brought out the portrait of his son Charlemagne and placed it next to his father, creating a sharp contrast between the two.

"Could it be that, as those unofficial histories say, Charlemagne is not his son, and this King of Hearts is actually his mother and..."

Comparing the tall and handsome Charlemagne with the short and somewhat ordinary Pippin, it seems that this statement is not groundless.

"Pepin is such a poor man."

With the mood of watching a good show, Alvin continued to work.

"In AD768, Charlemagne succeeded his father; on Christmas Day of AD800, he changed Europe for the first time in Rome, but..." He glanced at the data stream and found something interesting.

"In AD774, northern Italy was incorporated into his territory, and the wife of his deceased brother Carloman fell into Charlemagne's hands and never appeared again."

Wow, I didn’t expect that you, Charlemagne, would like this.

Maybe there is no Cao Mengde at all, or maybe everyone is Cao Mengde.

"Sorry, I'm late." Romani, who was late, came here through the door of the control room. Hearing this voice, Alvin quickly returned to the post he was reading.

I probably didn't see it...

"Alvin, where have you been? Let me start the calculation from your part." He felt ashamed for wasting his time and conducted a deep self-examination, but chose to ignore the instigator of all this.

"1000 AD, Dr. Roman, you should start from there."

"Understood. We must find it tonight!"

A Two hours later

"ZZZ, ZZZ, ZZZ..." Her soft snoring sounded, and her head was pressed on the keyboard. A long paragraph of letters appeared under the comments of what seemed to be a celebrity's blog, but it had not been sent out yet.

She slept soundly. She wore a light pink coat, her usual twin ponytails were scattered on the keyboard, her sleeping posture was not very straight, her lips were slightly closed, her eyelids occasionally trembled, she looked so peaceful and kind, exactly the same as she felt at that time.

"Thank you for your hard work, Romani." He bent down and hugged the person he loved.

So light.

Three years later, this is what happened when I touched her again.

It seems that I will have another identity.

When Alvin picked her up, Romani nestled in front of his chest like a small cat. Almost at the moment when he picked her up, her arms went around his neck, hugged his neck tightly, and subconsciously rubbed her face against his neck.

"I remember I still have the key..."

Alvin held Romani and temporarily left the control room, walking gently in the aisles and corridors of Chaldea.

To be honest, Alvin felt a little guilty when he entered the girls' dormitory again after many years. If he met someone who got up in the middle of the night, he would probably die on the spot.

For example, someone in a purple tights...

Fortunately, I was lucky. No one got up in the middle of the night to buy something from the vending machine, nor did anyone suddenly walk out in the middle of the night. In this way, I walked to Romani's door without any danger.

"Click——"

The door handle turned and the door opened.

The white sheets were neatly made, but rather than being well-made, it was as if I had never slept on them many times.

The room looked almost the same as when he was there, except for a little more light gray on the table.

Alvin placed the girl in his arms on the bed as if he were magic materials. He lifted the quilt and took off her shoes and white coat. He slowly put her lower body into the warm quilt and carefully covered it with it.

When Alvin felt that everything was fine and was about to leave, he heard a small voice behind him.

"Hmm..." She turned over and continued sleeping in a way that she felt more comfortable.

He walked back as if possessed by a ghost, walked to her bedside and sat down. Looking at the girl in front of him who had unloaded all the burdens, he lowered his head.

There was a warm touch between the lips, but it was just a touch like a dragonfly skimming the water, without any lingering, like cotton wool falling from a branch, sliding down from the treetop with a light touch.

"Alan..." She spoke unconsciously in her sleep, and Alvin, who had already walked to the door, stopped.

"I miss you......"

He stepped back, turned the doorknob with both hands, tried not to make any noise, and quietly closed the door.

Alvin walked in the corridor of Chaldea again. When he entered the control room, he was accompanied by mechanical electronic synthesized sounds and the mature voice of a mature lady.

"Mr. Demon Pillar, I think we can start the second round of conversation."

"This time the subject is the former Grand Caster, now Chaldea's chief physician, Romani Achiman."

"how?"

PS1: The boy is back.

PS2: Shuke’s readers are so real. I didn’t cut them off and they just ran away.

PS3: It’s pretty impressive that I can play a web game for ten years. Of course, it’s also incredible that this web game can survive for ten years.

PS4: Good night.

Chapter 6 France 1787

“I don’t think there was anything wrong with what I did.”

Alvin, who turned a blind eye to Scathach's speech, walked to the computer and tapped a few times on the keyboard. The record of his just deduction appeared on the huge light screen.

"Even if that's true, what does it mean that you came to the girls' dormitory in the dead of night, and you were holding..."

"She is my boss and I am her younger brother, there shouldn't be any problem." He has continued to prepare for his previous work.

"Subordinates are not allowed to kiss their superiors!"

"In short, I will not do anything that will harm Chaldea at the moment. Of course, at the moment."

"It seems that you want a set of divine packages." Scathach looked at this stubborn guy and sighed helplessly.

"There has to be a reason for this, and I hope you won't give me this reason."

She left, leaving Alvin alone to do the boring work.

"In 1337 AD, the Hundred Years' War between England and France broke out. Nothing went wrong."

At three o'clock in the morning in Chaldea, the only sounds that accompanied Alvin through the long night were the lights, the noise of the machines, the typing of the keyboards, and the ever-increasing number of coffee cans.

"On May 1431, AD 5, Joan of Arc was burned alive."

“Nothing went wrong.”

But the accumulation of these finally gave me the answer I wanted.

"On July 17, AD 7, the French Revolution broke out."

At the same time, the light on Chaldeas began to jump violently. Perhaps to match the situation, the alarm in the control room also sounded.

"Is it really this time?" Having completed the task, Alvin did not feel any sense of accomplishment at all. He even picked up the cigarette box from the table and took out the last Treasurer from it, while his feet were filled with smoked cigarette butts.

"Cigarette smoking can increase combat effectiveness. The ancients were right."

He adjusted the office chair he was sitting on to a more comfortable angle, then lay down, closed his eyes and took a rest.

The whole process only took three minutes because they came.

"What's going on!" Olga Marie rushed in and saw the person lying on the chair, so she rushed over and shook him desperately.

"Hey, wake up! What's going on? What on earth happened in the control room?"

Olga Marie, who thought it was someone on duty, gave up thinking after seeing the face of the person in front of her.

Alvin, who had just laid down not long ago, opened his eyes helplessly. After seeing who it was with sleepy eyes, he lay back down with peace of mind.

"Yes, Director. Just look at Chaldeas's condition and you'll know what happened." Before Alvin lay back down, he took a puff of the cigarette in his left hand.

She swept the cigarette butts on the ground with her foot, not caring about the ash-covered table. She first clicked on the answer that Alvin had spent a whole night to come up with in Chaldea's Fastest Legend, and then looked up at Chaldeas.

Just as Olga Marie thought, somewhere in Western Europe, a certain light was flickering.

"Is this... France?"

"France in 17 was also the year when the French Revolution took place. It has unique historical significance, but is this the year when the fluctuations are the smallest?"

An hour later, the cleaned control room welcomed three girls. Mashu, who was quite sensitive to the outside world, took a deep breath after entering the control room.

"Captain, why is there a smell of tobacco?"

She coughed, diverted Mashu's attention back, and announced the details of the soul particle transfer.

Romani, who had just woken up, was a little confused.

Am I not in the control room?

When did you come back?

Why does this happen?

Who brought me back?

She really wanted to know the answer, but the current situation did not allow her to do so.

"I'll make it short." Olga Marie looked at the three girls seriously and raised two fingers at the same time.