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

"Master, Master?"

"What's wrong? Although I am usually a little strict with you, I am not that kind of person. I will still give you the praise and rewards you deserve."

"Given the opponent's strength and your current level, Mashu, it's already great that you've been able to hold out for this long. Don't think too much, this is just the beginning. Judging from the spiritual foundation you inherited, Mashu, it won't be long before you can stand on your own."

While Scathach was giving Mashu psychological counseling, Ritsuka, who was leaning against the wall, was communicating with Chaldea.

"That means, Ritsuka and the others have successfully figured out the situation in France within the singularity, right?" In the control room, Romani, who was originally lying on the table, looked a little listless, but this did not affect her state at all. She quickly sent the route map to Paris.

Looking at the route heading towards the central area, Ritsuka began to calculate the time that would be wasted if he encountered a wyvern along the way. After all, speed is the most important thing.

But... this is just thought, because Olga Marie is here.

"Ritsuka! If you encounter fantasy species like the wyvern on the road, you must kill them! Chaldea is running out of energy!"

Well, the plan was ruined again. Ritsuka could only start from scratch to calculate the probability of encountering a wyvern on the road, the time spent on it, and the probability of the dragon's fang dropping. The difficulty was comparable to that of a poor student doing math.

At this time, the saint who arrived late was curious about the liquid light display screen in front of Lixiang, and even poked it with her hand.

"Sorry, I'm late." Akagi Hinako, covered in scars and blood, appeared in front of them, leaning against the wall. Although her breathing was a little rapid, there was no sign of it on her face.

"Senior Ake!"

She waved her hand to indicate that she had no problem.

"We'll have to trouble Da Vinci and the others then. Let's go first. I'll tell you about my situation when the time comes."

Facing Mashu, who had an anxious and worried look on her face, she smiled indifferently, but failed to hide her pale face.

So in the end, she was helped into the carriage by Mashu.

Leaving the castle went smoothly because Joan of Arc had already fixed the rope of the drawbridge and they began to move towards Paris across the vast plain.

"I didn't get much from that guy about the current situation in France, but I think it should be enough for now."

"Louis XVI and Queen Marie are at odds, there is a split within the church, and the Estates General is said to be reconvening..."

"And there's this company called Promised Land that offered a reward for us in the newspaper. Yes, it's a company. That's what he told me."

"And March 3, ①⑦⑧⑨."

PS1: CJ...I really want to go.

PS2: The sprint to the imperial capital failed...94.

PS3: Why is it five o'clock again...

Chapter 25 The First Anti-Bourbon Coalition

"If what you heard, Ritsuka, is true, then I roughly know where the key lies this time." After Ritsuka shared his information, Romani gave his own insights.

"There are two key points. One is that on May 5, Louis XVI convened the Estates General in the Palace of Versailles. He attempted to increase taxes in an attempt to save the government from its financial crisis. The funny thing is that after becoming the master of France fifteen years ago, he said something that was ridiculous to future generations."

"Look at my lips. No more taxes." - Louis XVI at the Coronation Ceremony

Romani in front of the screen seemed to have thought of something and muttered, "This guy should run for president now."

"And at another point in time, we all knew."

7 month 14 day.

As long as there are no problems in these two steps, this singularity can most likely be declared Order Complete.

As for waiting for the day when the king is executed, it is not impossible, but Chaldea does not have the capital to wait for that day now.

Romani looked at the people sitting in the carriage and suddenly thought of a question.

"By the way, who among you is the coachman?"

A silence.

"Ah, I see. It's Lord Scathach, right?"

No, actually I didn't move it at all, I let it run away on its own. Scathach blushed, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Really? I've been worried for nothing. It would have been over if you had just said it earlier."

"Senior, I think it's better not to tell the doctor the truth." Mashu whispered in Ritsuka's ear and offered her advice.

Mashu, I had already done this before you suggested this.

On the vast plain, the wind rolled up the dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the plain, the skylarks flew proudly like black lightning.

And Paris is doing nothing today.

"Then we will leave first. I hope that the next time we see you, madam, will be the time for us to reach a cooperation." While Voltaire saluted Madame Roland who came to see him off, he also exchanged glances with those guys, and then pulled Alvin, who was still communicating with Charlotte Corday, the assassin lady from the monastery, directly into the four-wheeled carriage that had been waiting for a long time.

"Let's go. How long do you want to keep pestering me? You weren't so engrossed the last time I took you there."

"It's none of your business. This is my freedom."

"Tsk..."

The two men boarded the black four-wheeled carriage and drove away, then disappeared into the night.

As the mysterious man who suddenly appeared at the party was about to disappear from her sight, Alice made a quick decision.

"Then Madam, let's go back and tell our father about your idea. I hope this is a good start."

Although Alice's artistic expression of language can be said to be almost perfect, her little eyes cannot conceal her true inner thoughts, especially in front of Madame Roland, a veteran.

Originally, for Voltaire's sake, she should have detained the eldest daughter of De La Serre for three to five minutes, but she chose to let her go and follow the two guys.

Maybe it's my heart that's playing tricks on me.

When Alice pulled the drunk Arno into the carriage, she saw that the target was about to turn onto the bridge. The young girl didn't know what was going on, so she asked her coachman to follow.

Last night, enthusiastic citizens noticed that two carriages were chasing each other in Paris, one in front of the other. It was not tense but very interesting. One can't help but wonder what these young masters are thinking.

Alice would never have thought that her behavior would become the headlines in the newspaper, but this is normal. Who would go around Paris three times for no reason?

And the worst thing was that she lost him after following him. She had no choice but to drag the already fast asleep Arno back home to report the mission failure to her father, François de La Serre, Grand Master of the Knights Templar.

It's eleven o'clock at night in Paris, which is already rest time for most people, but for some people, it is a good time.

"It's really not easy to get rid of that little girl. This is the first time I've seen such a patient little girl."

"It's really too much to circle Paris three times in a row, but I really didn't expect her to do the same as us. I feel like we will be on the headlines tomorrow."

The people talking were Alvin and Voltaire. They felt a little dirty after experiencing a unique chase, but fortunately they succeeded in achieving their goal. It was the coachman...

The only sounds left on the street were the footsteps of two people. Although they were not walking fast, they seemed very hurried. Occasionally, a few pairs of green eyes could be seen at the entrance of the alley. Fortunately, the night sky was clear tonight and the moonlight guided the way forward for them. However, this road seemed somewhat familiar.

Because they are back in District 16.

"Is this the back door?" Alvin was amused by the small bar in front of him. "Don't tell me there's something like a tunnel here."

"I've been discovered by you, would you like a drink?"

The door of the bar was opened, and it was Ms. Roland who had said goodbye not long ago. "The red wine of Bordeaux Winery is quite famous in your place, Mr. Magician Alvin."

"You can have this, but wait two days. The battle between Meituan and Ele.me will be more appetizing that day. Today, I really can't drink anything at all."

The tunnel is actually not long at all and is very clean. After walking about 50 meters, you will come out of the warehouse in the back garden.

When Madame Roland returned with the two men after traveling around Paris three and a half times, she was inevitably attacked by someone.

"Oh, damn it! My dear Francois, why did you hang around so long? A little girl has got you hooked?"

"Shut up." He said unhappily, and then introduced Alvin to the salon participants, which of course could also be said to be his own circle of friends to some extent.

"From left to right are Rousseau, Montesquieu, and Goethe, although I don't know how this guy got in." He got furious when he saw a German smiling at him.

"Shouldn't you be in Naples? Why are all of you running to Paris? I just saw Salieri, and I wonder if Mozart will be here soon."

"You already know Madame Roland. And this, a member of the Royal Academy of Sciences, the most outstanding chemist, Antoine-Laurent Lavoisier."

There was always a faint smile on his face, but there was a hint of melancholy in his eyes.

"Baron Montesquieu said that I seemed to be very famous later. Can you tell me about it, guest from the Chaldean Observatory?"

"Then the game begins."

PS1: I am late but I am here. Sorry for the long wait.

PS2: Let me tell you a story about Hape.

The eldest brother has a wife, children and parents living happily at home, but suddenly he finds out that his stinky younger brother, who was sent away by his parents when he was young, has come back home with the wife of a gangster boss to seek refuge.

Although I don't know what happened, I persuaded the stinky brother to return the wife to him. Then the stinky brother said that he rescued the gangster's wife for justice.

Finally, the gangsters blocked the door of his house. The eldest brother stepped forward to protect his home and family. In the end, he was killed in a duel with the gang leaders. His body was dragged behind a motorcycle and paraded through the streets for public display.

After the eldest brother died, there was no one to protect the family. The family was brutally wiped out. The son was thrown from the building and fell to death. The wife was taken away by someone else and became a slave to the son of another cadre.

In the end, they all died and their souls reunited in heaven. The stinky younger brother said, "Brother, you are in good spirits. It's good to see you again." When he saw the gangster who killed his brother, he said, "I am so sorry for killing you..."

I'm talking about Paris and Uncle Herbert.

PS3: There should be quite a few people who were executed by Samson and entered the Throne of Heroes.

Chapter 26 The brothers regretted that they shouldn’t have delayed it for so long!

"To be frank, this is actually an incomplete salon."

"Because my other companions and the support from Chaldea are not in this timeline."

Alvin, who had just sat down, poured himself a cup of black tea, took a sip, and then explained everything amidst the puzzled and bewildered looks.

"You will meet my companions at some point in the future. Actually, I was supposed to be with them, but there was a small deviation in the transfer of soul particles, so I met you earlier."

"If we follow the calendar approved by Pope Gregory XIII, they should be in the year 17⑧⑨, which is two years from now."

"Has anything important happened during this period of time?" Mrs. Roland adjusted her sitting posture and leaned forward slightly.

Lean forward, which shows the other person is interested in what is being said or proposed.

This is also normal. After all, humans have plenty of interest in unknown things, let alone things about the "future"?

Voltaire smelled a different scent, and years of experience told him that just now, a war had begun on the table.

“Yes, and they are all very exciting.”

For example, the second season of "The Execution of the King", "The Second Lieutenant of the Artillery of Corsica", and the possible filming of "The Girl from Lorraine II", each of them is capable of challenging the level of the complex family tragedy next door.

As a Roman enthusiast, Alvin wished that this failed secondary creation next door, which was neither holy, nor Roman, nor imperial, would die.

The advantage in the timeline was Alvin's biggest bargaining chip. It was insignificant to the three heroes of the Renaissance who had become Heroic Spirits, but to the others in this room, it was like the golden apple thrown by Eris at that wedding.

"Then let's start the negotiation, Mrs. Roland." After revealing the tip of the iceberg of his bargaining chips, Alvin explained his position.

"As the representative of Chaldea, we hope to establish a good relationship with the Girondists during this period. What we Chaldea needs is that all expenses and related magic resources in France be provided by the Girondists."

"Correspondingly, we will also provide a series of corresponding assistance, such as helping to unify the French domestic market, clearing out those stupid stubborn factions, and establishing a chamber of commerce. Of course, this is only part of it."

"In addition, I can also add a private clause in my personal name. Please discuss the details."

Alvin crossed his hands, forming a spire, and smiled at the person he was negotiating with, the representative of the French industrial and commercial faction, Mary Jane Roland. He believed that this would be a successful meeting, especially if a good first impression was established.

To be honest, she was very moved by Alvin's proposal. She had been troubled by those who opposed her in the Chamber of Commerce for a long time, but she was too embarrassed to take action; it was because these guys had someone backing them up.

She knew clearly which family was backed by the old nobles and which was backed by the church. She had thought of starting with taxation, but in the end she gave up because she had no connections.

So she was shocked when she saw Lavoisier, the tax collector, at the Royal Academy of Sciences.

What's more, there is Voltaire's admiration for him. Even those who have never seen or heard of him will give him a certain degree of attention, plus the chips he threw out.

This is simply... impossible to refuse.

But she was still trying to make a final resistance, just to gain more benefits - even though what he threw out was enough to drive her crazy.

Of course, there is a chance. His proposal, although seemingly gorgeous and rich, has a loophole.

"Mr. Alvin really thinks highly of us. If it were just for me personally, I would have signed my own name."

"But unfortunately, I cannot represent myself. As a leader, I have to consider the feelings of others, and your proposal, Mr. Alvin, is lacking in this regard, which makes it difficult for me to comply."

"Oh, God, why am I negotiating with such an intelligent and intellectual lady?" He said this confusingly and took out another proposal in her puzzled look.

"This is another one. It can only be triggered after the option is selected as 'I am a leader after all.'" After taking a painful look at it, Alvin pushed it to Mrs. Roland who was sitting opposite him.

"The above idea should have hit your weak spot right now. With these discounts and commissions added in, we are the ones who are at a disadvantage no matter how you look at it."

"Of course, the most important thing is this agreement signed by the tax officials and sealed by His Majesty the King."