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

As Ritsuka and his group face their first battle in the singularity at Russell Castle, Alvin is on his way to a salon held by Madame Roland with Voltaire.

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PS1: Why does the first rider of Reiwa look so Showa-like? I was really surprised to see a locust suddenly appear in my dream back to Showa.

PS2: It is very frustrating when you find yourself without cookies after clicking on a few skills.

PS3: When Erye died, everyone in my cinema applauded. It was shocking.

Chapter 18 Alvin and Voltaire are still on their way

For the salon held at Madame Roland's house tonight, Alvin had to wear European aristocratic costumes that he didn't like.

“You can try this.”

"Are you sure it's okay to wear this wool in August?"

Alvin questioned the white men's breeches Voltaire handed him, saying that he would wear them to a banquet in the summer. Naturally, he was ridiculed by others.

"Look how wide these trouser legs are." Voltaire was speechless about this guy who didn't know how to appreciate what he had. It was just that this guy came thirty years late. If he wanted to change to the style from thirty years ago, let alone things like wigs, the texture of the linen would be enough to make him suffer, not to mention the white wigs that were almost everywhere.

"Forget about powder. I think it's outrageous for men to use this stuff. And from your expression, it seems that you are not interested in this kind of thing at all."

"Thank you very much. Can you take away the cane as well?"

"Sorry, this is the bottom line." He casually threw the sapphire-encrusted cane on his left hand to Alvin.

"You wish I were dead."

Although he said this, Alvin easily caught the red nanmu cane flying towards him and started playing with it.

"Try this." He took out a gray Blairaud jacket and a white woolen coat, which were the same style as the breeches. "Don't ask why they are all wool, ask the British."

"So I have to wear it?"

"If you don't want this opportunity tonight, you can do this. Mr. Shay is going fishing. Let's go together."

How come I didn't notice that you usually have such a sharp tongue?

Alvin re-examined the first Servant he met in the singularity, but in the end he was given a cold shoulder.

"Hasn't anyone ever told you that artists are all perverts in some way?"

“I used to have doubts, but now I believe it.”

Mozart and Andersen are not lying to me! These guys are really perverted! I don't want to do this job in Romani anymore. I want to go back to Chaldea now!

"Then I'll go out and talk to Mr. Shay first. You can try it on here slowly." Voltaire closed the door and left Alvin alone to look at the various woolen clothes he had selected.

"Why does this look so much like a talent show?"

Even though he said he was disgusted, Alvin still started to match his clothes in front of the mirror.

“The aesthetics of the 21st century and the 18th century should be similar.”

When he opened the wooden door, a black-haired man holding a red nanmu cane emerged. His coat and breeches were made of black velvet, and his originally baggy shirt was buckled by the belts on his wrists and breeches, which made him look particularly fit; his trouser legs were buckled below the knees, and he wore a black tricorn hat on his head, paired with flat shoes. If you ignore the pair of black stockings, you can see that he is a British gentleman from the 19th century.

"Oh, damn. How come you dress like you're from the British Isles?"

When Voltaire saw him open the door and walk out, he thought he saw an English gentleman who had just come out of a cafe after a date - of course, he had to ignore the black stockings on his feet.

"I must implement a new round of clothing reform in Paris. This set is too uncomfortable to wear."

Although the dress looks very gorgeous, only those who have worn it know that its breathability is really poor. Alvin felt a few beads of sweat on his chest and back after wearing it for just a while.

"I expected that, so I prepared a backup plan." Voltaire pulled Alvin over, turned his back to him, and something appeared in his hand.

“It might be a little itchy.”

In Paris, which is nearly 300 years away from the st century, Alvin felt a chill in his heart when he heard these words from the most loving Magenta Knight, and Voltaire's subsequent actions proved that these words were true.

“Uh, uh, uh, ahhhhhhhh—”

A pig-slaughtering-like scream rang out in the manor. Shay, who was fishing in his own lake, heard the scream that resounded through the sky and smiled for the first time in a long time.

"It's great to be young."

It is worth mentioning that Paris is still very peaceful today.

Just before the sun and the moon were about to complete the handover, a carriage from the 4th arrondissement moved slowly on the Boulevard Saint-Antoine, heading towards the bourgeois gathering place in the 16th arrondissement in western Paris.

"Well, don't worry about the details. Tonight is the main event. What's the point of you putting on this face on the road now? Although the process is difficult, isn't the result good?"

"What else can I say?" I often overlook the other identity of this white-haired man who is obsessed with women.

The leader of the Enlightenment, the king of French thought, the conscience of Europe, his name is François-Marie Arouet.

When it comes to eloquence, I really can't beat this old fox who was able to look down on the French royal family when he was young. After all, that's something he has been playing with all his life.

"I have brought all my connections to this salon. Although I want to spoil the story by telling you who they are, after thinking about it, I think it will be more interesting for you to guess for yourself."

"It's worth mentioning that they are all Servants. Of course, they all use other names. For example, I am using the name Francois now."

The carriage was moving along the Seine, and they could already see the houses in the residential areas, but they were still some distance away from their destination.

"By the way, Francois, let me ask you something interesting. Of course, this may not be particularly pleasant for you."

"If, I mean, you meet someone at this salon who uses your words and speaks nonsense, what will you do?"

"That's all. After all, the English poet wrote this in his work: there are a thousand Hamlets in the minds of a thousand people. And I've seen this kind of thing many times. There's nothing much to say."

"Look, CO↑CO↓ is where Madame Roland holds her salon. I'm going to take on Alvin. Do you have enough magic skills?"

"I wish I could have it."

PS1: This is the chapter sent by the Chaldea Master on the Hyperion one second before he lost his mind. Is there anyone who didn't win a game?

PS2: Xiao Ming is so pitiful, but in comparison with the Sour Rider, he doesn’t seem so miserable.

PS3: Finally, I wish the silly Biss who reported the Queen a happy ending.

Chapter 19: Rebirth in France

Two sleek Arabian horses walked in elegant little square steps, pulling the carriage steadily, passing Notre Dame de Paris with its bells ringing, passing the busy Champs-Elysees, passing the infamous Bastille, and arriving at the quiet and elegant 16th arrondissement.

As one of the most wealthy people in Paris, the environment here does not have the strong historical atmosphere of the east of the city, but it is the best in Paris in terms of greenery. Both sides of the road are planted with plane trees. It is so pleasant to walk under the cool shade of the trees - it would be even better if they were not planted for the Germans.

The carriage made "gra" and "gra" sounds, and slowly, the sounds outside were heard getting closer and closer, while the carriage was moving slower and slower, and finally stopped on the slope.

On the right side of the sloped road is the gate of a manor. The dark golden gate in front of you is made of steel smelted in the most prestigious Ruhr industrial area in the Westphaltren area, and Bast Match, which is assisted by the newly developed paint industry.

"Mr. François, please show us your invitation, otherwise your friends cannot join you." The waiter at the door motioned for him to show Madame Roland's invitation to the salon.

"I thought that given the relationship between us, we wouldn't use these things." As a veteran, Voltaire, who had accepted numerous invitations and attended dinners and salons in various Western European countries, naturally would not make such a low-level mistake, but he still pretended to be unhappy.

"I'm sorry, Mr. François, at first I thought it was just an ordinary salon for people in our circle." The waiter was also embarrassed about this, but there was no place, who knew that someone would come uninvited?

Although they are just his daughter and adopted son, how can we not have a good attitude?

"They are from the Knights Templar."

"Are you kidding?" Voltaire couldn't believe what he heard. Although the history of this world was similar to that of his own life, for example, the 23rd Grand Master of the Knights, Jacques de Molay, was burned at the stake by the King of France.

However, they are all Templar Knights, and both sides are basically at the same level. If the Templar Knights of the era before him were in the reconstruction period, then the Templar Knights of the era he is in now can be said to be walking sideways.

"Who is in here?"

"Not any one of them, just his daughter and adopted son."

Voltaire felt relieved when he heard this answer and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, the situation is still under control."

"Then I won't bother you and your friends anymore. I wish you good luck." After confirming the invitation, the waiter handed it back to Voltaire.

"Mr. Francois and Mr. Alvin, I wish you good luck."

Alvin thought he had come to the world's first duplex villa and would be able to see some different garden styles, but in fact, except for the Baroque fountain in the center of the garden, it was no different from what he saw at Shay's house. If the former had no intention of renovating it, the latter still chose this stereotyped style despite the sufficient material conditions, which seemed a bit weird to Alvin.

But fortunately there was a consolation prize this time.

Unlike the straightforward Baroque style, the villa in front of you has graceful curves, a change from the Baroque style with strong colors, making it look slender and light.

Through the window, you can see people in gorgeous clothes dancing to the rhythm of the elegant piano music. The melody of the music is gorgeous and light, and it still shows a cheerful and enthusiastic side, as if it is walking in brisk steps, flowing through the heart again and again, making people feel quite comfortable.

"Voltaire A-Mon, tell me what this piece of music is."

"The Piano Sonata No. 8 in C minor is supposed to be played with the violin, but with the skill of this player, it makes no difference whether it is played with or without the violin."

[I think I can trouble Andusias to teach you.] The voice of No. 3 appeared in his mind after a long time.

"Right now you give me the feeling that you are not one with me, but more like a 'system' in a novel."

Hearing the long-lost voice, Alvin was stunned for a moment, and then began a stand-up comedy segment that looked very strange to outsiders.

[System literature? Name some classics, I'll go take a look.] Vashak, who had been bored all day, heard a few new words from Alvin and changed his lazy attitude and became excited.

"Let's not talk about this for now. I may need you to come to the rescue tonight. Keep the line open and don't let it be busy."

"This is a property owned by Madam Roland. Madam Roland occasionally uses this place as a guesthouse to entertain the most important guests."

The two waiters at the door saw the two of them, bowed and opened the door. Alvin and Voltaire entered with the elegant manners of the upper class, and the luxurious stage setting and lights in front of them almost made people dizzy. From time to time, the smell of perfume, either seductive or elegant, passed by, accompanied by warm or polite greetings.

"Good morning sir."

"Hello, ma'am, please allow me to pass through here, thank you."

Such greetings have happened no less than ten times, not to mention those women who bumped into his arms intentionally or unintentionally. Every time he had to say "Désolé" and help them put down the high lace, flower knots and artificial landscape bonsai on their heads.

But we have to admit that although their clothes look very complicated and the styles look exaggerated, they unexpectedly give people a delicate and soft feeling - and it's not because of their low-cut clothes!

[Oh my god, that person is so kind. This low-cut dress is too low, so low that I can almost see red spots, but I like it. ]

"Just shut up! Their high heels really hurt people's feet. I thought there should be a difference between brocade and linen, two different materials, but I was wrong."

Finally, under the guidance of Voltaire, Alvin successfully crossed the dance floor, broke through the crowd and came to the place where the invitation letters were handed in.

The person in charge looked at the invitation and put it together with the previous ones.

"Mr. Francois and Mr. Alvin, I hope you have a good night."

"I'm going to go find my old fellas. Wish you good luck. I hope I don't find you looking so downcast when I come out."

Voltaire left the scene at the speed of light, leaving Alvin alone without even giving him a chance to fight back.

Alvin could only take a glass of Bordeaux red wine from the banquet, walked to the window, and poured out his grievances to Vashak.

"I think there is something wrong with the thinking of French garden designers. The British are learning from the Far East, the Italians are stepping out of the shadow of West Asian style, and what about France? Luxury, romance? Sorry, I don't see any of that."

But unexpectedly, Vashak did not respond to Alvin's words.

Because there is someone else.

"Sir, can you tell me in detail?"

PS1: Honkai Impact is a game to stop gambling (I’m sure)

PS2: Oh, imperial capital, when will you open?

PS3: The identities of the adopted son and daughter are clearly revealed, I really can’t guess them... wait for the next chapter.

PS4: After the elite team of Zhouyou entered the guard, they had no money...it was indeed the Guards Ark.

Chapter 20 You from Chaldea (Part )

August 1787, 8, was just an ordinary day for many Parisians, who were busy with their own lives and those of their families. But for some people, it was different.

The 16th arrondissement of Paris is the youngest district in the city of Paris. Compared with the most prosperous city center, it is like the suburbs of later generations, but it is also favored by many people because of this.

After all, who doesn’t like a quiet living environment compared to a busy city?

The early morning sunlight shone into the room on the third floor through the open window. Apart from the gorgeous bed and the dressing table filled with cosmetics, the only person in the room was the owner who was still sleeping.

There were two shoes stacked in front of her bed. She must have gone to bed in a hurry last night and kicked off her shoes when she fell on the bed. The evidence was sufficient because the toes of her shoes were facing inwards.

The owner of the room was a young woman with a graceful figure and beautiful curves. She was leaning sideways, pulling half of the thin blanket to cover most of her body, and her clothes were very revealing. Her slender white legs were faintly visible under the almost transparent skirt, her two jade arms and flat belly were exposed, and her towering heart was wrapped in a light veil, which was extremely tempting.

What a beautiful picture of a lady sleeping!

It’s a pity that no one appreciated it and it was soon destroyed.

The head maid opened the door and stopped when she was a few steps away from the bed. Although she was the exclusive maid designated by the person in front of her, she still behaved very humbly in front of her.