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

"But this style has become so common that it has become aesthetically fatigued; today, these neat garden designs that adhere too closely to the rules of proportion often have the opposite effect."

"It's not so much about mathematical beauty as it is about the way this country is. Like the royal family, which is based on a hierarchy."

Alvin calmly said this about going to the Bastille tomorrow, but he was very sure that he would not go in, but would be safe and sound.

"That's it. I wonder if what I say can impress you, ma'am?" Alvin drank the last of the red wine and put it on the windowsill.

"Moved? I don't understand." She smiled faintly, pretending not to understand. "If it's the words above, I know what they mean."

“After the wine exhibition held by the Bordeaux Wine Industry Association two years ago, Paris’ industry and commerce got a chance to take off, and in just two years it grew into a political faction that was no less powerful than those led by Lafayette and Robespierre.”

"And all this is due to that master, the Baron of Bordeaux, M. Charles de Secondat. Am I wrong, madame?"

Alvin was 80% sure of his own inference, and the cost was also obvious, which directly killed the conversation.

"Now that you've said that, what else can I hide, visitor from Chaldea? But I want to ask a question, how did you recognize me?"

Mary had been thinking about continuing to chat with Alvin about other things she had seen and heard, but she didn't expect the other party to score with a straight serve, which directly ended the topic. She couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

"Because you are the hostess of this banquet, ma'am." He presented a gentleman's salute to the uncrowned queen in front of him to show his respect.

"Alvin Vashak, from the Humanity Continuation Guarantee Agency, Phoenix Chaldea, pays you the highest respect."

He took the fair-skinned beauty's delicate hand and kissed the back of her hand. For a moment, an extremely indescribable expression, almost a dilemma, seemed to pass across the woman's deep and beautiful face. However, she quickly regained her composure, so quickly that it seemed that the moment just now was just an illusion.

"This is not something you can use casually, Mr. Alvin." She looked around and fortunately no one noticed her. Then she resumed her original elegant demeanor and smiled softly.

She giggled and touched Alvin's face with her slender white fingers.

"Don't do this next time."

Just like those first loves that had a little quarrel, spanning a time span of three hundred years, in this French summer, there were beautiful eyes and smiles, and hesitant conversations, but without that wonderful date and heart-pounding feeling.

At this moment, something unpleasant happened. A waiter with a hurried look appeared in front of the two.

"Madam, I have some very important news to tell you. It's about the master." The visitor lowered his head slightly, and it could be seen that he was very anxious.

"It seems that our cooperation plan has to be suspended for a while." Mrs. Roland was helpless about this sudden situation and gave Alvin an apologetic look.

"It doesn't matter. We can always have a conversation about further cooperation. I believe this will be a win-win situation. Then I won't disturb your family affairs, madam."

After watching Alvin disappear into the crowd again, Mrs. Roland asked the waiter about what he had said before.

"Alice, why do I feel like there's something wrong with that waiter?" Being stared at closely by his childhood sweetheart, Arno once again gave up the idea of ​​making friends with those girls. He sat at the dining table with some boredom, watching the dance on the dance floor and other things that could attract his attention.

"Arno, I think you are overthinking it. How is it possible... Be careful!" Alice, with sharp eyes, reflected the silver light from the waiter's cuffs.

This shout attracted everyone's attention, but they were too late to see the dagger stabbing towards Mrs. Roland's chest. Perhaps in just a few seconds, the violets of France would wither.

But in the end, all this came to an abrupt end. A black figure flashed out, kicked the guy who was trying to do something bad on the wrist, and then snatched the murder weapon in the air, instantly turning the situation around.

"Who the hell are you?" The guy who was controlled by the guests who arrived in time stared at the guy who ruined his plan.

"He's just an ordinary police officer from the Special Mission Support Division."

PS1: Rome wasn't built in a day, but it only took a fire to destroy the Library of Alexandria.

You can no longer find that great post you’ve collected for a long time, the online article you were reading disappears inexplicably, and the new work from Kyoto Animation that you’ve been waiting for is suddenly nowhere in sight. You think about rushing to watch it, but find that the panda is gone too.

PS2: I'm very sorry that it took me so long this July. I had originally planned to achieve 7K every day during the two relatively free months of July and August, but I didn't expect that so many things happened in July. I would like to express my gratitude to those readers who still support this book, thank you for not deleting it.

PS3: Please wait for August, you will see an unstoppable and full-fire TOP8!

Chapter 23 This is discriminatory treatment!

Last time, when the assassin took out the weapon from his body and was about to attack, a figure flashed and kicked him on the wrist. Then, he took the initiative in the fight for the dagger and directly called Game Over in one go.

"That guy is really amazing. He solved all this so easily."

"By the way, what did you hear him say, Special Mission Support Section?"

"This is the first time I've heard of this name. I haven't heard of this name in all these years in Paris. I feel like it should be related to the Paris Police Department."

"You mean those guys lying on the Champs-Elysees?"

"No, no, no, let's put it another way. They were clearly the policemen who were lying in ambush on the Champs-Elysées. We should at least give them some respect."

"But I seemed to hear something just now...Clock Up?"

"Speaking of which, you are not interested in such a good candidate? Don't you have daughters in your family?"

No matter what, Alvin's behavior has completely exposed himself to the upper class society of Paris, and his days of slacking off are gone forever.

"Then Madam, I will not bother you any more, but I hope you can consider my father's proposal. After all, it is related to our next business cooperation."

He deliberately spoke very loudly, so loudly that almost everyone present could hear it. It looked very funny, but it was unexpectedly very effective. After all, most of the people present were business people, and after hearing these words, they understood what he meant and lost some interest.

After feeling those aggressive gazes gradually disappearing, Alvin breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. If he hadn't been set up on the spot, he would probably be the protagonist now.

This was not a good thing, but fortunately it did not happen. However, when they found Mr. Shay's house, they looked very disappointed, and they were looking forward to it.

After Alvin left the crime scene, the real owner of this place arrived late.

"Ma'am, are you okay?"

Roland de La Platier was originally just a teacher at the University of Paris. Perhaps he had done something to save the earth in his previous life, and he married Marie in his forties.

From that day on, his life changed, from a university professor to one of the leaders of the Girondists.

But everyone knew that this was inseparable from that woman, and his subsequent jaw-dropping psychedelic performances further confirmed it.

For example, one night he gets drunk alone in a bar, leaves home and runs to some place to play with three people alone, stays at school for three days and three nights without going home, and does these kinds of spooky things.

The result is that everything is now managed by Mary, and he just acts as a hands-off boss. Every time there is a salon, there are people who express their disapproval for her, but she always just laughs it off.

Perhaps because of the age difference, they both have the same upbringing and interests, and she can get along with him in the same way as she gets along with her parents.

Also to suppress the desire deep in my heart.

As a result, the relationship really became that of a diligent daughter and a lazy father.

Marie was now a little tired, and Mr. Roland de La Platier stepped forward, comforted her frightened face, straightened her necklace so that it would not get stuck in the lining, and then, courteously and respectfully, led the way through the crowd to the exit.

But this time the Duchess was indifferent. As a lady of the upper class, she knew that this was just a superficial act, but now she didn't want to do that. At that moment, she had the idea of ​​ending the show. Now, in a place where no one could see, she responded to the sudden courtesy with a teasing and bitter look.

But this has nothing to do with Alvin. He is now facing the most distinguished guest in this banquet.

"Mr. Alvin, that set of moves just now looked really cool, can you teach me?"

[This kind of affirmative tone shows that he has you in his grasp. ]

"This is the 22nd time you have said this to me in this period of time, Arno." Alvin poured red wine from Bordeaux into his goblet. As the birthplace of the Girondists, the quality of the red wine is naturally needless to say.

"Don't ask, you can't learn it." Alice, who had just finished communicating with Ms. Corday, saw her childhood sweetheart pestering someone so unreasonably, and directly pulled his ear. "So can you explain why you are still pestering Mr. Alvin after I came back?"

"Ahhh, it hurts, Alice, please be gentler. If you keep doing this, my ears will be lost." Arno looked at Alice with a resentful face, but she stared back at him.

"What, do you have any objections?"

"No, no, how could I have any objection? Alice is right."

Looking at the fresh dog food served to him by the chefs in front of him, Alvin felt very complicated. Was this made by the Assassins and Templars working together?

【Are you jealous? 】

"I'm jealous."

[It's written in the script that a savior appears at this time to rescue you. Here he comes.]

"Hey, sir."

"Hello, beautiful lady, how can I help you?"

He gave it a very professional smile. He probably didn't expect that these things he learned in London would be used again.

"Will you dance with me?"

[By the way, can you dance? They seem to be dancing a waltz.]

Watch it for me, Alvin decided to let this guy take a good look at his dance moves.

"My pleasure." He took the woman's hand and walked into the dance floor.

In a corner, after seeing Alvin's actions, the three guys unilaterally stopped the war and looked at the somewhat embarrassed guy with interest.

"Is this the person you call the one who saves humanity? I think he has a comedian vibe."

"What if I say he's still a boy?"

There was silence for a moment, and then there were words of disbelief.

"You told me he's a magician?"

"We should look at dialectical affairs from a developmental perspective. Maybe he would have become different in our era."

"By the way, according to him, there are actually two teams here, but the other one is... a little awkward."

"Don't be nervous, you're fine."

"What if I said that team was in two years?"

PS1: Just treat this period of time as deleted by the Crimson King (°ー°〃)

PS2: If I say that we haven’t reached the imperial capital yet and we’re going to reach the inner capital, do you believe me?

Chapter 24: March on Paris

The battle in the castle is coming to an end.

The girl's bare feet stepped on the cold stones, holding the sword in both hands, looking expressionlessly at the Romanian monarch who was knocked to the ground. The silver-white spear that accompanied him throughout his military life had been broken. As a price, her dark blue dress was also torn to pieces, and the bright red bloodstains and scratches caused by the battle were clearly visible.

"Ahem... ahem... I miscalculated this time."

The Grand Duke of Wallachia was lying on the ground. As a being summoned from the Throne of Heroes, his various abilities were overwhelming those of Akagi Hinako, but the result was greatly unexpected.

"It's not really a miscalculation. After all, it was just a small difference." Thinking back to the battle that decided the outcome a few minutes ago, Aku Hinako still felt very lucky.

It was almost a failure.

"Maybe it's because of Luck E. It seems that Assassin was right. The devil will not have a good ending."

"Well, I accept it."

"And Mr. True Ancestor, please tell that Master. If there is a next time, please summon me. I will let him see the true essence of this spear. The spear of national defense will surely shine as a weapon to protect the people."

"I see."

After making a promise that no one knew what the consequences would be, Aku Hinako, who was supposed to meet up with Ritsuka and the others, stopped and said something that seemed puzzling to outsiders.

"In the eyes of ordinary people, vampires, dead apostles, and blood-sucking species are not exactly the same."

This kind of words, which are similar to secret codes, would not be able to understand what they mean if there were outsiders present, but since there was no third person present, this situation would not exist.

Aku Hinako still left because she had to rush to reunite, leaving the Grand Duke of Wallachia alone to wait for the final end.

"Is this the end? Are my dreams and ambitions shattered once again..."

Lancer, Grand Duke Vlad III of Wallachia, exits.

At the other end of the castle, Assassin, who had been practicing "**" with her various methods for two and a half weeks, suddenly stopped her movements, as if to confirm something. Her expression was very interesting, from disbelief to covering her mouth to hold back laughter, and finally she said something harsh to the confused helper girl Mashu Kyrielight and a certain guy's senior Ophelia Famsolone.

"Although green fruits are also interesting, I still want mature fruits. Enjoy the gift given to you by the Nobles of the Night."

Translated, it means the following:

I'm in a good mood today, so I'll let you go for now and come back to harvest you when the time comes.

Of course, she also chose the right time. She left before the three forces met, leaving two people standing there staring blankly.

"Hey, Mash and Ophie, are you okay?"

Ritsuka Fujimaru, an ordinary person who has not experienced much of the world and inexperienced in the world, came to Chaldea to become a Master for unknown reasons, and Scathach, the Queen of the Kingdom of Shadows, who had to come out to experience life because her house was burned down, rushed to them.

"I seemed to hear some noise just now, what happened?"

"We just encountered Assassin. After a fight with her, she ran away." Mashu seemed very embarrassed when she said this. Not only was she played around in the battle, but she couldn't even do the most basic thing to keep the enemy alive.

When she was about to accept the criticism from Ritsuka and Scathach, a hand stroked her head. The knuckles were white and slender, and the palm was icy cold, but it gave Mashu a feeling of reassurance.

"Well done, Mash."

It's Scathach.

Mash was flattered by Scathach's behavior.