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

"I have a question." Alvin interrupted Voltaire. "Isn't Mr. Shay a Knight Templar? He should have some say in this matter."

Shay picked up the already brewed milk tea, took a sip carefully, and answered this somewhat pointed question.

"It is difficult for outsiders to interfere in local affairs. Those people I am familiar with have all left. It is good enough to be awarded the title by the King of France."

"Besides, I'm Irish."

Voltaire looked at Alvin, who was madly stepping on landmines, in silence.

I thought the person who came this time was a very experienced Master, but I didn't expect that he was just a newbie.

Can we really win? I am still lying in Champagne and I want to see myself being carried to the Panthéon.

Now Voltaire looked at Alvin with the same eyes as a teacher looks at a student. After becoming a Servant, he never expected that he would also have the identity of an educator.

But that's not enough, we have to find a way to lure those two guys over. Well, it's decided, let's do it at the salon the day after tomorrow.

"Ahem." He knocked on the blackboard.

"Please be patient, both of you. Mr. Alvin's goal is to repair the singularity, and Mr. Shay wants to protect the Knights Templar. It's not a matter of having your cake and eating it too. After all, this is the key point of these things."

He connected the original three circles and then drew another circle in the middle.

"The French royal family is the key to this storm."

"Louis XVI is a good man, but he is weak in character, does not dare to take strong measures, and does not know how to rule the country."

"But he still chose to reform, but the result is predictable."

"Just as a prince who refuses to reform is ruined, so he is ruined by attempting it."

"Mr. Voltaire, can I leave now? This is my time to go fishing."

"Okay, Mr. Shay." He opened the door for Shay himself. Only he and Alvin were left in this room.

"Mr. Alvin, I think I really need to talk to you about something."

PS1: I made some slight changes to Aunt Xue’s story in North America.

PS2: That guy picked up the AUG, and then the 20th anniversary update nerfed it...

PS3: You can guess who these people are (although there is no one)

PS4: Good night.

Chapter 11 From Assassins to Templars (Part )

"Mr. Alvin, I think I really need to talk to you about something."

Voltaire's eyes were serious, more like silence than reproach.

"I have never seen someone with such low emotional intelligence. To be honest, if I knew this was the case, I should have gone to the Lord of the Huangpu River to borrow a copy of Emotional Intelligence."

"If you understand the story of this gentleman, this old man, you will understand why he did what he did before."

He looked at the sky outside the window. The sun had not yet set, so he pulled up a stool and began to tell the story of a man named Shay Patrick Cormac.

"In 1731, an immigrant family from Ireland welcomed their child in New York. The father was a businessman who was away from home all year round. When he hurried back from the ocean, he saw his son but lost his wife forever."

"Because his father often went out for business, he spent his childhood with his aunt. Because of his family background, he often got into trouble. Liam O'Brien, who grew up with him, was his best playmate and friend."

"When he grew up, he chose to follow in his father's footsteps and traveled back and forth across the Atlantic Ocean. Once, he even fought off pirates and saved his father's ship. Everything was developing into a beautiful story."

"But the good times didn't last long. When he was 16, a storm took the lives of his father and crew members. He returned to New York in despair and began to hang out on the streets, occasionally fighting with people in taverns. He was on the verge of depravity."

"His friend, Liam, has once again helped him get his life back on track."

He became a little excited when he said this, and a pipe appeared out of thin air in his hand, and at the same time, his awe-inspiring scholarly demeanor also appeared, as if it had become more mellow with the passage of time.

But there is a prerequisite, you have to know who the person in front of you is, otherwise it will feel out of place...

“At the end of that year, with the help of his childhood friend, he met Achilles Davenport, the mentor of the North American region, and joined them soon after.”

"He spent eight years there. This was the second phase of his life."

One day in France at the end of the 18th century, Alvin listened to Voltaire telling the story of a master, but Chaldea in the 21st century was panicking about a magician who had lost contact for 12 hours.

"How is it, are we able to get in touch?" After gaining the trust of the Saint of France, General Olga Marie temporarily transferred the command to Leonardo da Vinci and asked the people in charge of the contact.

"No, there is absolutely no way to get in touch."

After the exploration of the first singularity began, Chaldea started to operate, with all personnel working in three shifts according to the 007 system. A certain doctor had been knocked unconscious by Olga Marie and Da Vinci and was carried back to catch up on his sleep.

Mr. Alvin, Uncle Alvin, please, please stop playing tricks on us. We can't handle this on two fronts. And you should at least tell us something, right?

Why is it that he has not returned from Paris alone? Can he give me a signal? The programmers in Chaldea are ready to give him a good beating when he comes back.

Tons of vodka, tons of vodka!

The programmers' anger has reached the sky and has turned into resentment. It's better to say that they are smashing the keyboard than typing...

Olga Marie looked at these guys and didn't dare to move. She took two steps instead of three and left quietly.

"This resentment is too terrible. I hope you won't be torn apart by them when you come back."

The three people in the singularity still can't let it go for a long time.

Laxative, I'm in France, I just arrived at the singularity, and I'm on the headlines. I'm the wanted one.

"Why is this happening? This is the first time I've received such good support, the first time I've had reliable teammates, and the first time I've had a powerful Servant during my novice period. This should have been a dream start, but..."

Lixiang looked at the big photo on the front page and had only eight words to say.

"What is going on here?"

"It's okay, it's just a newspaper report. Shouldn't we be happy about this?" An illiterate saint tried to comfort Lixiang, but found that the others with her did not make any move, which made her confused.

"Aren't you guys together?"

"Yes, but so what?" After realizing the comedian nature of her predecessor, Mashu gave up thinking and tried to prevent herself from being assimilated. Ophelia already had this tendency. Although she still adhered to the principle of being a top student, she was still moving further and further away on the path of a comedian. It was estimated that the day when she would give up thinking would not be far away.

But while they were not paying attention, more and more soldiers surrounded them. Some of them could not believe their eyes and compared the people in front of them with the pictures in the newspaper.

"Hey, no way, could it be that they are..."

“I think that’s them.”

"What should I do?"

"Are you stupid? Of course I'll capture him and prepare to collect the reward!"

Then the two guys were kicked out by the horses.

"Ms. Jeanne, please bring the Master with you. Offee and I are already preparing to break out with Senior Kei. We'll meet up then!" Mash knocked down a soldier with her shield.

"The back of the knife is enough to deal with you."

This is the scene described in the world famous painting "Scathach Eating Pokey".

But in Paris two years ago, the sun had already set and the nightlife was about to begin. Voltaire and Alving were walking in the most prosperous 8th arrondissement of Paris. As the face of Paris, the neat and clean streets, the scattered houses and the bustling streets are the impressions of the Champs-Elysees at night for the first-time visitors.

"Hey, Alvin, do you want to go somewhere with me?"

"Where is it, and is there anything new?"

He looked at the people coming and going on the street, pulled Alvin into a small alley, lowered his voice and whispered:

"It can make you an adult." Voltaire's sly smile rang in Alvin's ears. "Life is short, enjoy it while you can. I've been away from Paris for so many years, it's time to enjoy myself."

"Get out of here, go by yourself." Alvin gave a disdainful look to this disrespectful old guy.

"I want to be faithful to one person from the beginning. Do you know what that means?"

Although the probability of this is not high.

"Young man..." Feeling a little bored, Voltaire left Alvin behind and went to the red light district alone.

"Then you can go shopping by yourself. Although it's the Champs-Elysées, there are still big differences between the 18th century and the 21st century."

He waved his hand, leaving Alvin with a shadow heading towards a mysterious place. Alvin, who had seen the other side of the master, shook his head, found a roadside restaurant and sat down, waiting for the most famous specialties of Paris, French snails and French offal.

"Um, sir. Can I share a table with you?" The young man with a green face stood next to Alvin, feeling a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, come together." He invited the young man to sit down. After expressing his gratitude, the young man sat opposite Alvin and took off his hat.

"The badge of the Paris Military Academy. Are you a student there?"

"Yes, sir."

When the owner of the restaurant served the dishes that Alvin had ordered earlier, he discovered the figure of a young man who had worked here before.

"Hey, Bonaparte, long time no see."

PS1: The cuckoo who studies for the exam is the cuckoo of justice!

PS2: Yesterday he turned against the team and supported his cousin in beating up Faze, but today he was sent home by G2. KennyS has entered the Titan realm again. Who can withstand this?

PS3: You can buy doctor stocks now. They are selected by me and they are invincible. Have the traders ever deceived you?

PS4: Good night.

Chapter 12 My Youth is All About Watching the Emperor Brush and Sending

Napoleon Bonaparte, also known as the Son of Corsica, was born in a poor family and once sold fruit in Montparnasse or at the train station to raise tuition for the Paris Military Academy.

But good things come to those who are lucky. After meeting the restaurant owner, he was funded to cover four years of expenses, with the only condition being that he help out in his store for one year when he was free.

"Now that you've received the scholarship, you're thinking of spending money here?" The store manager handed Napoleon a menu.

"See if my latest development suits your taste."

"It seems like I'm just being used as a test subject. Former employees have no human rights."

Although he said this, he actually accepted it with pleasure.

"Want coffee then?"

"I refuse." Napoleon decisively rejected the proposal. You know, this boss has been trying to trick him into tasting his coffee for a long time. Every time he said that there was no problem with his coffee, but the taste was always hard to describe. It would be better for him to brew it by hand using the coffee beans he grew at school.

"I've always wanted to ask you, boss, where do you get these coffee beans from?"

Just as they were arguing about who made the better hand-brewed coffee, Alvin looked up and saw the name of the restaurant.

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Alvin glanced at the sky again.

Well, there is no Skywall, Paris is not divided into three places, let alone the ***dora Tower.

Paris remains peaceful today.

"In short, manager, you should learn how to make coffee." Napoleon ordered those varieties that seemed more in line with normal people's tastes and handed them to the manager.

"And don't mess with the test subjects in there, they can't stand it."

Although Napoleon said this, in reality, he still ordered those things. This is why the store manager dared to give him this menu.

After seeing his own test products being marked out, the store manager had a look of “teachable” on his face.

"As usual, it's free for you." The store manager walked contentedly to the restaurant's kitchen to make his own exclusive product.

"Free?" After hearing the word that symbolizes getting something for free, Alvin looked at Napoleon with a different look in his eyes.

"Sir, you're overthinking it."

"I don't know how to explain this kind of thing for the moment. I'll know what's going on after the store manager brings those things up." He poured himself a glass of water and rinsed his mouth.

Ten minutes later, while tasting French snails, Alvin saw a plate of cakes and a small plate of cream in front of Napoleon sitting opposite him.

"It's nothing." Looking at the ordinary existence in front of him, he was a little disapproving. It wasn't that bad.

"This is the calm before the storm..."

Napoleon knew exactly what he ordered.

"I hope I can still make it back to the dormitory alive." He looked at the starry night sky. Not far away was a crowd of people enjoying themselves. He hoped that there wouldn't be any stampede.

Alvin was noncommittal at first about this increasingly biased statement towards Flag, until he saw that thing himself...

"Here it is, Buwanaba, this is the appetizer."

When the store manager brought up a plate with an unknown creature on it and some peanut butter, the two men looked at the strange object that was still twisting and were completely afraid to touch it.

"Freshly baked octopus tentacles. Please use with peanut butter. Oh, and they are alive."