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

Napoleon felt scared at the thought of this thing twisting in his stomach. What's more troublesome was that this was just an appetizer.

"Sir, please take me to the Military Academy in the 5th District when the time comes. I still want to go back to Corsica." He raised his fork and tremblingly reached out to the octopus tentacle dancing youthfully in the peanut butter.

"Forget it, just consider it as sacrificing your life to accompany a gentleman for a while."

Under Napoleon's shocked gaze, Alvin took the initiative and humanely destroyed one of the dancing tentacles.

"It's okay, not that bad." Thinking back on some of the objects stuck in his esophagus, it didn't seem that bad, but I don't know if I will be pulled to somewhere on the bottom of the South Pacific when I sleep at night.

Of course there is another extremely ridiculous reason.

It would be a big trouble if the Son of Corsica died halfway through his business before he became famous.

"Thank you, sir. What's your name?"

"Alvin, Alvin Vashak, from Eden."

"Eden? Is that the Eden in the Bible?"

He has a strong interest in this kind of place with mysterious attributes.

"Ah, yes, a Jew, as you can see."

Napoleon did not have any inherent prejudices against this kind of people, but was full of curiosity and yearning, which was probably related to his background.

He is Corsican, not French.

"Want to go?"

"Of course! Why not?"

"Egypt. If you want to go there, or even further east, go to Egypt."

Later, Alvin wrote in his diary that, to some extent, his meeting with Napoleon and the content of the conversation may have laid the groundwork for his expedition to Egypt eleven years later.

"What do you wish for, Mr. Buwanaba?"

He pondered over this question for a long time, his expression changing from bright to dark.

Finally he made some kind of decision, and after confirming that there was really no one passing by nearby, he quietly lowered his voice.

“I want my homeland, Corsica, to be truly Corsica.”

This is understandable. Almost all evidence points out that Napoleon's wish at the time was to drive out the French and make Corsica independent.

"It's an island full of olive oil and wine, and it once had traces of the Romans and Genoese."

"But where are they now?" His eyes were shining and his face showed an expression as if all his nerve endings were excited.

"It's a pity that the French have occupied that place now. But I believe that they are just passers-by, and we will drive them out with our fists!"

"Sorry for the long wait. Here's the main course." The manager's voice sounded again, and he came over with a covered plate in both hands.

"what is this?"

"It's August, Bwanabar. In Sweden, the third Thursday of August is a special day for parties. During the short and warm summer nights, the Swedes set up tables and chairs in the garden, then feast, drink and sing."

"So what is it?" Napoleon seemed even more excited after hearing the store manager's description, because it was finally not those original dark dishes. The food that could attract the whole country must be delicious.

"That's it. Surstromming!"

The moment the boss opened the lid, the entire Champs Elysees fell silent.

PS1: The highlight of the little devil’s new form is probably the image on his head.

PS2: There are also linear algebra and advanced mathematics, don’t panic, they are all the same anyway.

PS3: Lao Chen, Xingxiong is calling you to pull her!

Of course I didn't...

PS4: Good morning.

Chapter 13 Love in Vienna

With the opening of Pandora's box from Sweden, the once bustling Champs-Elysées turned into Silent Hill at some point in time.

"Is this really not of the Noble Phantasm level..." Looking at the large group of people suddenly falling down behind him, Alvin tremblingly turned his gaze back to the gift from the Nordic country in front of him and Napoleon.

"The Swedish government reminds you not to open this gift in a residential area." There was a line of words written in French on the left side of the box. Unfortunately, the store manager probably didn't see it.

"So instead of opening it in a residential area, we can open this thing in a commercial area?" Napoleon covered his mouth and nose, holding a jasmine flower he picked casually in his hand. The remaining fragrance of the flower prevented him from fainting immediately.

"This is simply a lethal weapon, but it's the kind that doesn't distinguish between friend and foe. Buwanaba, let me ask you something. Do you know natto?"

"I've seen it at the port. Although it smells bad, it tastes good, even a little sweet." He thought about the delicious food from the far East in his memory, and he became more interested in conquering the East.

"The smell of canned herring is 300 times that of natto."

There was a long silence.

"Your Majesty, I regret to inform you that we cannot go to the Champs-Elysees."

On the other hand, when Queen Marie, who had just watched her first love's work Dan Giovanni, came out of the Opéra Garnier in the 6th arrondissement, she learned that the itinerary had been changed.

"What happened, sir?" Queen Mary's expression changed slightly at the sudden change in itinerary. It was more of a look of surprise than dissatisfaction.

"Your Majesty, you may think this is a joke, but I have to tell you that a strange smell has appeared on the Champs-Elysees. The Paris Police Department has blocked off the area and will arrest the criminal as soon as the smell dissipates."

The coachman's face was full of embarrassment. Even though he had worked in the Palace of Versailles for so many years, he still didn't understand the Queen's ever-changing personality. But what was even more bizarre was what happened on the Champs-Elysées.

Just like that, the entire 8th District was occupied all of a sudden. The police chief originally planned to lead the team to rush in directly, but when he saw the crowd lying there densely starting from the Place de la Concorde, he backed off.

Of course, the French would never admit this. A more literary way of putting it is to keep their troops on hold and wait and see, but to put it any other way would be a joke to France.

Then the gang fell asleep...

One can’t help but sigh that this is France.

Of course, our Queen didn’t know about these things. She expressed regret for not being able to enjoy the night view of the Seine and had no choice but to change her itinerary.

"Since we can't go to District 8, we can only go to District 5. Mr. Coachman, let's do this."

Although there were some minor setbacks, they were not serious. The carriage pulled by two carefully bred pure white Arabian horses moved slowly in the city of Paris. Due to the temporary change of route, the travel time this time was much shorter than before, and the coachman also deliberately slowed down to let his old friends have a rest.

Marie Antoinette was sitting in the carriage, feeling preoccupied.

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She thought about the opera she had just watched, a work by Amadeus that depicted a shameless, dissolute man who pursued lust and death without scruples. Whether it was seducing the opposite sex or treating a stone statue as a symbol of unyielding strength, the anarchist Don Juan always did what he wanted and did not think twice.

But in the end, he fearlessly reaches out to the statue and is dragged into hell. The opera begins with murder and ends with destruction.

"What on earth do you mean, Amadeus?"

"The confident Don Juan didn't buy into the statue at all, which ultimately led to his eternal destruction; the confident girl made a promise to the boy, but in the end the two of them took different paths."

"It's exactly the same, isn't it?"

Marie looked at the Seine River on her right. It was the same when she came to Paris. The people of Paris on both sides lined up to welcome her. The welcoming crowd lined up from the Place de la Concorde all the way to the Palace of Versailles. After marriage, her relationship with Louis XVI was quite harmonious, such as the necklace incident.

But there is one very strange thing: after getting married, the two still sleep in separate beds, and their sex life as husband and wife has remained at 0.

Marie found this strange, but didn't take it seriously. At the age of 14, she was obsessed with the city of Paris and had no interest in such things.

Until one day, she found a baby in her room.

Her name was Marie Theresa Charlotte.

The next day, Louis XVI announced that this was his first child with Queen Marie.

Louis XVI cleverly deceived the people with his art of language, but he could not fool Marie Antoinette. Although she did not pay much attention to learning French as a child, she still knew basic communication.

This was something Louis XVI had not anticipated.

In other words, he lied.

In other words, this is the child of him and his mistress. As for the reason, it is probably because he was obsessed with the charm of Paris all day and suspected that he had cheated on him.

From that day on, the two of them pretended to be a married couple to the outside world, but in fact they were already estranged from each other.

It was at that time that I remembered that my heart had been hung on that person since I was 7 years old.

It is both difficult and simple to understand one's own feelings, but it took Marie Antoinette nine full years to complete this journey.

She had intended to bury this thought deep in her heart, but she dug it out again today.

She remembered how she skipped classes and sneaked out to meet him, and how they watched the mail ships coming and going at the Danube pier together; she remembered how the two of them enjoyed sauce and apple pie together in Vienna's most prosperous inner city; she remembered how the two of them sneaked to the hillside outside the city in the dead of night to count the stars in the sky.

Of course, the most unforgettable thing is the memories they made together in a hotel when they were thirteen years old.

But the fairy tale does not have a happy ending. When Amadeus and his sister Nanelle began to tour with their father, he was sent to Paris.

Coincidentally, they were performing in Paris at the time.

But when I arrived in Paris, they had already left, leaving only a letter for me. "

There are only two lines of writing on it.

I wish you happiness.

——Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, I love you forever

As her memories continued to flood back, tiny sobs were heard from within the magnificent carriage, and tears welled up in her eyes, wetting the royal decorations inside the carriage and blurring her vision.

If I had chosen to escape the marriage that day...

PS1: I have finished the exam!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (seriously exaggerated)

PS2: Now I feel invincible!

PS3: I changed the history a bit, and I'll say it here to avoid people saying it's OOC. Also, the flag of the Holy Maiden is really blue, no, the clothes are really white (confusion).

PS4: My flight is at 6 o'clock, it's really a waste of time. (Big shush)

PS5: I’ll talk about the next chapter after I get off the plane and catch up on some sleep.

Chapter 14: The police are in vain when the baguette rings

"Although it tastes a bit bland, to be honest, it's surprisingly good." Napoleon was holding a pickled herring in his hand. The herring had been gnawed until only the tail was left.

"We are destroying Sweden's biological weapons. This is a just act. We are not wrong, Buwanaba."

There were only two of the sources of all evil left in the open can on the table. As for the others, they were either on the table or at the feet.

After the two men divided up the gift from Northern Europe, they looked at the street behind them and it seemed no different from 10 minutes ago.

"So it's amazing that such a lethal weapon can become the representative food of a country." Alvin looked at the people still lying on the ground behind him, and felt fortunate in his heart. If he hadn't done something before opening the door, I would really be the only one on this street.

No, there's also some Voltaire in some barbershop somewhere.

Looking at Napoleon who was still kept in the dark, Alvin felt the superiority of magic for the first time.

As expected, my senior never lied to me.

As we all know, the 21st century is the century of magic.

Anyway, after so much time, the Paris police should have arrived. Alvin waited for the tactical retreat and looked towards the Place de la Concorde.

In the end, people saw it, but it seemed like they were all asleep...

"...Isn't it worthy of being a Frenchman?" Alvin prepared to get up. He had been slacking off for so long and it was time to do something serious.

Like, make some extra money or something.

"Mr. Alvin? What are you doing?" His movements were not concealed, and Napoleon was not a StarCraft player, so he could still see them.

"Just to make some extra money. Want to join us?"

"Extra money?" Napoleon looked at him with a Corsican question mark on his face. What did he mean? Given the current situation on the Champs-Elysées, could he still get some francs?

"It's far away, but it's right in front of you."

ten minutes later......

"Oh, so it's placed here."

Napoleon took the wallet from a man who was dressed in gorgeous clothes but had his mouth and eyes open. After opening it and roughly counting the money inside, he took out one-third of it and put it back.

"If I pick up all the oranges on the whole street, I'll really become rich overnight." Napoleon, who used to sell oranges at the Montreal station, saw so many francs for the first time. He roughly calculated that the money he took would be enough to cover half a year's tuition and fees at school.

"It's a great deal..."

But judging from the look in his eyes, it was more of resentment towards the nobles than envy.