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

Three blue avatars appeared on the scene.

"The picture quality is good this time. Da Vinci, you should have done this earlier and finished it not long ago." Olga Marie contentedly returned an item in her hand to its original owner, who then took the time to continue his slacking off work.

"Although the image quality is a bit poor, it can transmit images."

What they ended up seeing after the connection was made was that everyone was looking at the sky at a 45-degree angle. From noble servants to ordinary masters, everyone was synchronized at this time.

"Uh, are you doing some kind of ritual?" Looking at these guys performing synchronization, the three people in charge of Chaldea were confused for a moment.

"Can't you see it?" Ophelia was about to retort subconsciously, but when she realized that something was wrong, she immediately uploaded what she saw to Chaldea.

"Halo... No, this is some kind of magic spell that unfolds in satellite orbit, right?"

"Is this Solomon's treasure?" Olga Marie, who was full of curiosity about worldly affairs, asked Chaldea to confirm its nature.

"Let's not talk about whether this is a problem or not, but this thing is too big."

"Anyway, there is no record of such a phenomenon happening in 17. This is undoubtedly one of the reasons why the future disappeared. That thing can only be analyzed by us..."

"All you need to do is focus on the on-site investigation. Let's find the spiritual vein first."

For example, exploring the surrounding environment, interacting with the people of this era, setting up summoning circles, and so on, these kinds of things will be of relevant help to this singularity.

"Take it one step at a time. Set a small goal first, such as finding the city."

At this time, the sound of fighting was heard in the distance. Based on Rhodes Island's own principles, it must send someone to go Taobao.

The results of Taobao are also obvious, but there are some differences. For example, the flying dragons that are everywhere have come up and gradually formed a situation of encirclement.

Then he was dealt with by a saint who came on horseback.

"Are you okay?" She immediately looked at Ritsuka and the others with concern. "Magicians from Chaldea, welcome to France."

"Do you know Chaldea?" Ritsuka, with a black question mark on his face, asked the saint in front of him, as he was surprised at the inexplicable appearance of the name of Chaldea on this land. Even if she had the knowledge of the world after her advent, it would be impossible for her to recognize it at a glance.

"I think anyone can tell what it is." She took out a newspaper, and the front page of the newspaper happened to be a photo of Ritsuka and the others.

"I will offer a bounty to the above five people and I will reward them handsomely."

PS1: I just wrote a conversation between two grown men, why didn’t I release it?

PS2: There are two exams this week...

PS3: There is too much content in 2.4, I think I can make a separate chapter to complain about it.

Chapter 9 People who shouldn't be here

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Alvin walked out of the private room at the bottom of the Seine River, shook his head, used magic to dry the clothes on his body, and then appeared on the Champs Elysees in broad daylight.

Seeing the curious looks from passers-by, Alvin began to think about whether he should make a magic costume for himself like those magicians. But the most urgent thing was to know the unusual things that happened in France in the past three months.

For example, there were news like strange laughing sounds in the middle of the night, colorful meteors appeared in the sky, and some people suddenly grew gills. Xun Ge'er once said that the French are very good at circulating information. Regardless of the authenticity of this news, one thing is certain.

The French rely on women to fight the war.

Thus, with the help of suggestion and hypnosis magic, the Master started from scratch and began his extravagant life in France.

Alvin walked into a roadside cafe.

"Are there any two-foot-long lobsters?"

"I'm sorry, we don't have the two-foot long ones, only the two-foot-two ones."

"What a crappy restaurant. They don't even have a two-foot-long lobster."

Alvin slammed the door and walked to another restaurant called "Arknights" across the street.

"Madam, give me two ounces of donkey meat!"

While Alvin was enjoying the (not authentic) delicacies from his hometown in a foreign country, there was news on a small page of a newspaper that was delivered with him.

"The Cormac family is recruiting a butler. Those who are interested please go to 7-105 Saint-Antoine Avenue in the Fourth District for consultation and interview."

Alvin decided to take a walk, and immediately took a carriage to the wealthy area of ​​Paris, only to find that the queue had stretched from the knight's house to the vicinity of the Paris police station.

"This is too much." He stood with his hands on his hips and looked at the length of the crowd, a little shocked. Even if those guys who wanted to eat peaches were excluded, there were still nearly one-third of the bourgeoisie in the crowd.

"There's nothing we can do about it." The patrolman who had been on duty all day patted Alvin on the shoulder, signaling him to relax.

"The head of the Cormac family is not an ordinary person. A few years ago, he fought against the British in North America together with Mr. Haytham, the leader of the Knights, and Mr. George Monroe. After returning home, he was rewarded by His Majesty the King and was awarded the title of Marquis in the Palace of Versailles."

"And this gentleman is a very pure person. I have had the honor of meeting him several times, and he even invited me to go fishing with him. As the person who is closest to the citizens in Paris, it is not unreasonable for him to have such a situation."

"If it weren't for some reasons, I might have gone to work in that house."

"Finally, good luck to you, sir." The patrolman returned to his job again, and Alvin could only stand in line there obediently.

"I wonder what the other group is doing now?"

He just leaned against the wall, sighing helplessly. Of course, that was only for now.

A Three Minute Later

"It's your turn, sir."

"Alvin Vasago."

The old butler in charge of recording at the door looked at Alvin, then wrote Alvin Vashak's name on the paper.

"Go in, open the gate after you pass the garden, and go straight to the end. You will wait there, sir."

When Alvin, feeling that everything was fine, was about to go in, he was stopped by the old man at the door.

"Wait a moment, sir. I have some questions."

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-"

The wind that smelled of the ocean blew across the porch, blowing a bell that was hanging somewhere, making it ring softly.

"No, it's okay."

When he walked to a certain place in the garden of this Gothic building, he made sure that there was no one around and took out the silver bell he had hidden.

"This thing is pretty useful, isn't it?"

"Ah, indeed, the Snowland Sacred Bell is said to be able to summon ice and snow to extinguish fire and cool the entire world. But where did you get this thing from? This shouldn't be in the Far East..."

"Shh, keep your voice down, or the book will be gone."

"Okay." Alvin thought he would not get this answer. He looked at the note tied to the bell, which had beautiful handwriting in some unknown language.

A small silver bell. In the breeze, the distant sound of the bell is refreshing.

Alvin set out again to explore this classical garden and Gothic building.

The influence of the Enlightenment thinkers is fully demonstrated in this garden, which is rational and worldly, and ponders the balance, proportion and rhythm on the flat terrace. Fountains and water organs and other mechanical elements are arranged in sequence on the central axis. At the end of the road is a Gothic-style building.

As Hegel said, these buildings are usually close to tall palaces, trees are planted in regular rows to form boulevards, neatly trimmed, and the walls are also made of neatly trimmed fences. In this way, nature is transformed into an open-air mansion.

If you look down from the sky, you will see a garden that conforms to geometric symmetry. Pools, squares, trees, sculptures, buildings, roads, gardens, etc. are arranged in sequence on the central axis, and tall, rigorously symmetrical buildings are often arranged on the top of the axis.

In other words, the building dominates the garden, and the garden is subordinate to the building.

"Being too strict with the rules of proportion can often backfire." Alvin admired the overly neat garden design as he walked along. Rather than having a mathematical beauty, it was more like the situation in this country.

Just like the royal family is built on hierarchy.

"Even if there were no Voltaire, Rousseau, Montesquieu, etc., there would be others who would stand up and do these things."

He pushed open the door of the Gothic building and walked inside.

The colored glass windows extend from the front door to the room at the end. The contents on both sides are all mythological stories from various regions of the world, as if recording something.

The loud organ music echoed in the hall for a long time. Alvin walked to the end, turned the handle and walked in.

"I would like to ask, when was it discovered, gentlemen?" He looked at the patrolman and the old butler standing in front of him.

"Mr. Patrolman and Mr. Butler, or is there another name?"

"Sure enough, he is the person we are looking for." The patrolman snapped his fingers, and the man standing in front of him turned into another person.

He was holding a book in his hand, on which the words "O Edipe" could be seen. His silver hair seemed a little out of place with the young man in front of him, but it was surprisingly in line with the aesthetics.

"Welcome to Paris, the magician of Chaldea. I am François-Marie Arouet. This gentleman's identity is a bit complicated, and I can't explain it clearly at the moment, but for now you just need to know his name."

"My name is Shay Patrick Komarco, hello, magician from the future."

PS1: I have changed the order and outline of the next chapters. I don’t believe they will be published in time.

PS2: The second uncle lived to be 92 years old, the old pervert was 65 years old, and Aunt Xue was 56 years old. They are still young and can still do well.

PS3: I changed the identities of Sea Cucumber, Monroe and Aunt Xue a little bit, just as if Grandpa Kenway went to Paris instead of London.

PS4: Good night (I don’t believe I have to change it again when I get up.)

Chapter 10: Emotional Intelligence

François-Marie Arouet, this name may sound unfamiliar to ordinary people, but if it is replaced with his pen name, many people will know it, and it will instantly become a household name.

The name printed on the cover of the book in his hand was "Oedipus Rex", which was his first work. He was twenty-three years old that year.

It was also at this time that he used his pen name for the first time.

Voltaire

However, this person should have died nine years ago. The dead person came back to life and appeared in front of Alvin again, so the answer is self-evident.

"Caster, François-Marie Arouet, or Voltaire, welcome to Paris, the magician of Chaldea."

He ended his magic, and saw the crowd that had been queuing at the door slowly disperse. The corridor that Alvin had walked through also returned to its original state, and everything was back on the right track.

"I'm sorry, I don't know anything about inherent barriers." As if a little embarrassed, the leader of the Enlightenment scratched his head, as if this was not something to be proud of.

"So, how did Mr. Shay take it all? Like the resurrection of the dead and all that."

Although he knew the name of the old man in front of him, he still chose to test him. Who knows whether this Shay and the Master of the Knights Templar have the same name or are the same person.

"We've seen this happen so many times that it's not surprising."

He brushed it off lightly, as if he didn't want to talk too much about his past. Seeing this, Alvin gave up the idea.

At this time, a man appeared and broke the somewhat subtle atmosphere.

"Please calm down, both of you. The most urgent thing is to come up with a solution to the current situation in France."

It's him again, Voltaire!

"It's my fault. I'm sorry, Mr. Shay."

"Nothing." He shook his hand to show that he didn't mind. "I just suddenly remembered some unpleasant things."

"Then let's get started. There are some things about the royal family and society that are unusual to ordinary people."

"Let's start with beings like me. After all, the concept of Servant is still a little hard for ordinary people to accept."

“Do you need me to explain this concept again?”

"Let's get straight to the point. I'm not one of those newbies." At this moment, Alvin was somewhat glad that he was the one who came to Paris. If it were the Fantastic Four, they would probably have to explain science to Ritsuka, who knew nothing about anything.

Voltaire pulled out a blackboard and drew a few random circles on it.

“Maybe I should make a current situation chart?”

"First, let's talk about the situation of the church. As the first class, they seem to be united, but there are problems with their philosophies. Mr. François de Russell is currently the leader."

"They have great power, but the good news is that there are currently no Servant on their side. Of course, it is not ruled out that they have done a good job of keeping it secret."

"Then there's the second class, which is similar. Although they are all aristocrats, they are not much better. The hereditary ones always have a sense of superiority over those who bought their titles with money. This is our chance." He sighed when he said this.

"But unfortunately, there is the power of a Servant behind them. This Servant used his methods to bring together the second class, which originally had a tendency to split."

"The only thing we can know now is his job title, Archer."

"Next, it's our third level." Unlike the previous ones, he drew three smaller circles inside the third circle.

"As the class with the most Servants and the most chaotic voices, we are the main force against them. To some extent, this is the fault of the three of us." Voltaire was a little embarrassed. He didn't expect that the ideas he advocated in the past would become a problem now.

"The Pre-Constitutionalists, the Girondins, and the Jacobins. These are the three most vocal factions at the moment. Perhaps because of the butterfly effect, all three were born ahead of time."

"Although we have managed to achieve a delicate balance with the efforts of the three Casters, who knows when this balance will be broken."

""And there is also the matter of the Holy Grail, which is said to be in the hands of the Knights..."