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Chapter 33 When the Village Girl Met the Saint

Perhaps in response to Alvin's words, the Venetian-style cruise ship appeared right next to the Ile de la Cité in the city center. The huge Gothic Christian church building rose from the ground. From the boat, one could see a bell ringer preparing to ring the ancient bell.

"In the dark night, I imagined that I used my trembling fingers to push away the heavy fog, passed through the thick night, and arrived in Paris in the 15th century. Standing before me was a huge Gothic building, with tall towers piercing the sky. Crawling at the feet of the giant, I was just a humble ant. She was the world-famous Notre Dame de Paris, a huge and magnificent symphony of stone."

When he finished speaking, this passage of words that has been passed down through the ages received only one person's applause. Madame Roland clapped softly. This is Notre Dame de Paris, one of the most magnificent buildings in Paris, and the pride of the French people.

"Can you tell me which master wrote this passage?"

"Victor Hugo, your Shakespeare, but of course he has nothing to do with it at this hour."

"That's really a pity." Her interest, which had just been aroused, was ruthlessly interrupted. Masters will always be welcomed no matter what era it is.

"But don't worry. For example, the bell ringer just now, his name is Kasimov, the protagonist of the book."

When I learned the name of the bell ringer from a passerby, I first made sure that I had not heard it wrong. It was not until I saw the hunchback of Notre Dame on the road one day that I believed this fact.

Did "The Hunchback of Notre Dame" change from a novel to a non-fiction? A novel adapted from a true story? Alvin felt that the world was becoming increasingly strange.

"So, after successfully getting the sovereignty of the United Chamber of Commerce out of nothing, what will be your next step?" Madame Roland vaguely guided the flow of the conversation.

"Like the military?"

"correct answer."

This answer really scared her. She was just talking, but she didn't expect that the bullet would actually hit the goal directly by turning a corner.

However, a new problem also arose. How are you going to infiltrate the army? Mary thought that even if her talent was not at the top level, it was at least first-class. However, even so, the United Chamber of Commerce did not dare to attack the army.

"Linden Wan, the third commander of the Raphael Legion, is a perfect tool. As a selfless, fearless, aggressive, and internationalist and idealistic person, this position is perfect for him."

After they finished the conversation, Alvin extended an invitation to him.

"As a personal thank you, grab your popcorn and get ready to enjoy the upcoming movie."

"By the way, what's the name of the movie..."

But before I could get a response, he disappeared in the crowd. Maybe he went to the Champs-Elysées again, after all, it was really interesting there.

In line with the principle of balance, when we turn the camera to Alvin, who is starting his own business, we should not forget the main force of Chaldea who is still on the way to Paris.

Last time, we mentioned that when Ritsuka and his companions were on their way to Paris, they had nothing to do due to the long journey, so they started playing cards in the carriage. During the game, Gillette was reminded of the past by the things he saw, and he started telling stories from the past.

"That was when the old director passed away and the director rushed back to London to help with the aftermath. When Chaldea was leaderless, he was the one who took over everything."

"The last time I saw him was one day in March. I can't remember what we talked about, but I probably won't forget the look in his eyes."

“Relaxation, peace and relief.”

"There's no need to talk about the rest, because it's all over."

It was dull and without any ups and downs, which was different from what they had imagined. Perhaps it was Mashu's own narrative style, or maybe this guy really didn't have any stories to tell and was just an ordinary person who took care of Mashu.

But Mashu didn't think so. She knew very well the help that man had given her and his importance in Chaldea, but...

What about emotions? Why is there no emotion? I wanted to tell it in a good way, but why does it feel like telling the story of an ordinary person?

Besides, I can't seem to remember what he looks like...

"There's something wrong with the person Mashu is talking about." After listening to the entire life experience of a certain person, Scathach made her own judgment.

"According to Matthew herself, this guy named Allen was of great help to her in the past, but when she was telling the story, there was no emotion in her voice."

"It's like reading a written script. Considering how she feels about this person, this shouldn't happen, unless..."

Following the principle of only saying half of the story, Scathach did not choose to completely withdraw, but she already had the answer in her heart.

The owner of the spirit base, the noblest knight among the Knights of the Round Table, Galahad. He personally suppressed his emotions. If this guy was just an ordinary person, there would be no need to do this. She didn't know the reason, but she believed that this must be the best choice based on Mash Kyrielight.

This is the wisdom of the demon world. Although it is not as good as the Knight Commander who bites his fingers, it is not much worse.

Mashu's story was just a small episode in the long journey, and after that, everything became quiet again. Ritsuka also lost interest and turned his attention to learning the carriage driver's license.

"It feels so quiet, and there are no French troops chasing us on the road. It's really different from before. Maybe they gave up tracking us."

"But this has nothing to do with us. As long as we succeed in Paris, Alvin has been waiting for so long, and he has worked so hard to create conditions for us, I have to work harder too!"

"Everything we have done so far is not in vain. As long as we don't stop, humanity can be saved!"

At this time, Olga Marie, who came to the control room to supervise the work, suddenly felt a malice from Ritsuka. She subconsciously hugged her hands to deal with the chill that came from nowhere.

"Da Vinci, what temperature do you set the air conditioner to?"

"71.6 degrees Fahrenheit, that's ok, I don't think it's that cold."

"Hello, Chaldea, is the control room here?" Ritsuka's voice appeared in the call channel after a long absence.

"What's going on? Master No. 48, Fujimaru Ritsuka?"

After Lixiang struggled to stop the moving carriage, he looked at the group of people blocking his way and felt a little amused.

"I messed up and was caught by a hostile Heroic Spirit."

"I never thought... that this would happen. Hey, Jill, how unlikely is this?"

PS1: Don’t worry, no one will die (

PS2: No one will watch it anyway, so don’t worry.

PS3: Some of my friends have already taken out the 10-kizuna CBA costume...it's so scary.

Chapter 34 Celebrate, your saint is resurrected!

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Notre Dame de Paris, a symphony of stone, a landmark of Paris, the glory of France. But when it returns to its essence, it is just a church. And today is a rare day for it to function as a church.

"My lord, everything is ready."

The young knight was trembling with fear. When he was called at first, he thought it was a good job. However, when he carried these shocking materials again and again, he regretted it.

But fortunately, it was all over, and now he just wanted to leave here as soon as possible. The various portraits hanging on the wall, although the styles were different, but it was still possible to tell who the portraits were - because they were all of the same person.

The Pucelle d'Orléans, Jeanne d'Arc.

Although Joan of Arc's reputation has been reversed after being rehabilitated by the Pope, portraits of Joan of Arc from different periods and styles, like the one in front, are hung together, almost covering the interior walls of Notre Dame de Paris.

With the attitude of "it doesn't matter to me", he took two steps at a time and wanted to leave here, but when he touched the door handle, regretfully he did not open the door to return to the light.

"I almost forgot, I still need one last thing to complete this ritual." The knight shook his head regretfully, and a light yellow book appeared in his hand. He looked plain, but he was the real murderer.

The summoned sea demon squirmed and moved towards the corpse lying at the door, trying to provide food and clothing for itself, but when it was about to enjoy the fruits of its labor, it was stopped by him.

"Be patient, I need him, and he still has a little remaining value. Move him here." The knight pointed to the magic circle he had prepared long ago.

"It will be fine after this ceremony is over."

When the sea devil carried the unfortunate guy to the red magic circle, the expression of the unfortunate guy at the last moment was still imprinted on his face. His pupils were wide open and he had a shocked look on his face. He had no idea how he died.

"What a pity." The knight threw away his helmet, revealing his original appearance.

It was a smooth and youthful face, with some blue hair making him look playful and melancholy. He was undoubtedly a handsome man - if it weren't for the pair of big eyes that were always moving around and greatly ruined his image.

"Due to time constraints, I was unable to fully demonstrate my own elegant murder theory. It was a pity that I was unable to fully demonstrate the gap from hope to despair in that instant."

"Well, finally, the most crucial thing is this." He took out a golden cup, placed it in the center of the magic circle, and then connected everything like a car with an engine installed and started it running.

"Come, come, come, come, come, come, come, Saint! My Saint! The one and only Saint that belongs to me! Let us break those shackles that were imposed on you in the past!"

"O 'Dragon Saint', the one and only one of mine! Take revenge on this land beneath our feet, on this country, on this world!"

The knight's outfit he wore for disguise had gradually weathered. He was now dressed in a large robe adorned with a large number of luxurious precious metal jewelry. He now looked more like the gypsies on the streets of Paris.

Something this big couldn't fail to attract attention, and soon the Knights Templar arrived.

"Knight de Rais, what are you doing!" François Germain, Vice-Grandmaster of the Knights Templar and another Supreme Master of the Paris branch, broke into the room and looked at everything in shock. The bloodstains extending from his feet all the way to the chapel, and at the end of the doorway was a magic circle in operation. The magical fluctuations emanating from it made him subconsciously feel fear.

That was an existence that he could not touch.

"No, you are not De Rais. Who are you? What have you done to him?"

"You are so stupid, François Germain." He looked at them with disdain. They were probably the only ones who had wealth in their hands but didn't know how to use it.

"And my name is not De Rais, Gilles de Rais, that's my name." Bluebeard looked at the stunned German with disdain and turned his attention back to his own work.

"Stop them. If necessary, you can take action."

Confronting creatures from another world was a new experience for these knights, but it was not a pleasant experience. After paying the price of three young knights, they chose to retreat, which made them feel very boring.

But the effect has been achieved. The figure of the saint appeared in the magic circle drawn by Gilles de Rais himself.

"Oh oh oh oh oh, here it comes! Saint! Joan of Arc! Joan of Arc! Joan of Arc! Joan of Arc!" Gilles de Rais looked so excited that he looked like a fire giant in a certain losszone. There seemed to be no difference between them except the words they shouted.

Perhaps this is the oldest star-chaser in human history.

"Welcome back to this world that once treated you unfairly, Joan of Arc." His bulging Estee Lauder eyes kept turning.

The Dragon Saint in front of him was exactly the same as the one he remembered, with silver shoulder-length hair, dark golden pupils, a nun's uniform made of black spiritual clothing, and a flag with golden irises printed on it.

That's right, this is his Saint! The one and only Saint! The Saint who seeks revenge on the world that has hurt her!

"You are..." The freshman Jeanne Alter looked a little confused. The excitement of the magician in front of her should be related to her, but did she know him?

"That's, no, it's impossible, how could this happen?" François Germain's eyes were full of disbelief. Who wouldn't recognize the person in front of him? But how could a dead person come back again?

"Hey, I don't know what you guys do, but as long as I kill you, it will be okay, right?"

The confrontation at Notre Dame de Paris is on the verge of breaking out. Of course, this has nothing to do with Alvin at the moment. At this moment, he is in a roadside shop, staring at something in a trance.

He recognized the thing placed in the glass window. After all, when you raise a nest of Altrias, you will be so tired of using this thing.

Dragon teeth.

"Have the Phantasma already begun to fight back?"

PS1: I was writing this while watching the game, but Twitter suddenly pushed a message saying that there is another revolution in French CS...

PS2: Welcome back to the 2017 Krakow Major. The Berlin competition really gives me a feeling of returning to 2017.

PS3: The dormitory opposite our dormitory has changed from a graduate student dormitory to a women's dormitory...

Chapter 35 This seed is called doubt.

"I really didn't...think about it. I didn't expect...I didn't expect this to happen. How small is the probability?"

Joan of Arc Alter, who was "summoned" by Gilles de Rais, had a strange look on her face. She had been feeling bored since she came to this world, but now she finally found some fun.

"Hey. Please, can someone pour a bucket of cold water on my head. This is terrible. This is terrible. I'm really going crazy."

"Because if not for this, I would probably die of laughter at this ridiculous scene!"

No, I can't laugh. I have to pay attention to my image. Pay attention to my image.

But when this ridiculous situation appeared in front of me, I really couldn't stand it. The saint with short silver-white shoulder-length hair covered her stomach without any image, but she couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Ritsuka, is that me over there?" The authentic Joan of Arc, dressed in a white nun's uniform, looked at herself not far away, who was laughing out loud for some reason, with a frown on her face. The helpless look in her eyes was like a mother looking at her rebellious daughter.

"Although I don't want to discourage you, I have to regretfully tell you that this is true." Ritsuka looked at the familiar figure opposite her. Although the word "arrogant" was written all over her face, Ritsuka, who knew her nature, knew that all this was just a means to cover up something.

"No matter what her true strength is, it is an indisputable fact that the girl with silver pigtails is now swollen like a pufferfish."

"Puchi——" Faced with Ritsuka's vivid metaphor, Jeanne d'Arc was also defeated. It seems that no matter which saint it is, having a low laugh point has become an indispensable attribute.

"That being said, our current situation is a little bad. Master, what are you going to do now?"

Scathach stuck her scarlet magic spear into the ground and leaned against it with a casual look on her face. On the other side of the hillside, a large group of two-legged dragons led by several red dragon leaders attacked this side.

"The wyvern...what a nostalgic creature." Ritsuka looked at the fantasy species all over the mountains and recalled his experiences back then.

For example, in order to cope with the energy crisis, we worked in three shifts every day to come to the singularity to brush dragon teeth. Also, because we hunted too many wyverns, the Chaldea cafeteria provided wyvern meat for three full months. In the end, we had no choice but to start a barbecue business in the singularity...

As expected, what Allen said was right, there would be no killing without buying and selling. However, according to the current situation, the event reprint is inevitable.

"Then everyone, let's defeat them all at once!"

Before he finished speaking, his servants rushed forward like wild horses, feeling as if Ritsuka had delayed them. Even Jeanne, who had just traveled through time 300 years ago, was "bullied" by the Chaldeans and could not speak, but on the battlefield she punched hard and beat the wyvern to the ground.

On the big screen in the control room, the programmers who rarely slack off used this short break to watch the Chaldea autumn blockbuster "Chaldea Alliance I: Gathering of Heroic Spirits" with popcorn in their hands.

"I'm telling you, Miss Jeanne will definitely kill the Black Jeanne on the other side in one second."

"Come on, Mashu! Get over this mountain and let them hear your name!"

"Scathach female S..." The young junior was suddenly covered his mouth by his colleagues.