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

"But judging from your expression and eyes, you can't understand. You always pretend to be a saint. You always pretend not to see hatred and joy. You are a pure saint lady who has not grown in humanity at all. You can't understand!"

These shocking remarks made Joan of Arc stunned. She wanted to refute, but she sadly discovered that every word said by her other self was true.

"Are you really 'me?'"

Joan of Arc Alter did not expect that the conclusion she had drawn from the librarian she had specifically consulted before would result in an answer that left her speechless.

I've shown you this in such an easy-to-understand way, yet you still have this doubt. Can you do it?

"Really?... I think I know the difference between you and me. Seeing you now, I understand everything about myself as a Heroic Spirit."

"You are neither the Judge nor Jeanne d'Arc. You are just the scum that I have discarded."

"I thought you and I were the same being, and that you should have some feelings. But now that I've re-examined you, I realize that you're just a ghost who wants to recreate history in order to repeat the mistakes you made."

"Then goodbye, my other self. I won't be so lucky next time we meet."

"I'll wait for you in Paris."

After saying these harsh words, Jeanne Alter decisively chose to transform into a spirit and left.

"Let her think about it alone. As a saint who is famous all over the world for saving the nation, we should trust her even more at this time."

Ritsuka, who had a bump on his head, stopped Mashu who was about to comfort her, and looked towards the place where Jeanne Alter transformed into a spirit and disappeared.

"Butterfly effect?"

Joan of Arc Alter returned to Paris, removed her spirit weapon, changed into a nun's uniform, and rushed to Notre Dame de Paris.

Originally I accepted Jill's plan to kill time, but now it has become a pastime.

After all, in this era when high-level intellectuals are universally respected, it is not easy to find someone who can come to church every day, let alone a librarian at the University of Paris.

"Hey, Miss Sister, you are here."

Inside Notre Dame de Paris, on the bench in the prayer hall, a black-haired man who had been sitting there for a long time greeted the white-haired nun.

"Sir, what are we going to learn today?"

She held a booklet in her arms and handed it to the elegant and easy-going man in front of her with both hands. Her inner uneasiness showed on her face. It was hard to believe that this simple nun and the dragon witch were the same person.

"Wait a moment, I'm waiting for someone."

Before he finished speaking, in the Louvre on the right bank of the Seine, the melodious piano music rang out as usual.

"Sir, do you know who this person is who plays the piano on time every day?"

"Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, let me tell you a story before class."

"A tragic love story."

PS1: Here he comes, the leading male character in the story in France is finally online.

PS2: I heard that some people have already graduated in swimsuits...so scary.

PS3: The power outage in Dogecoin School has started again, fuck.

Chapter 38 From Strasbourg to Paris

PS: I may need to revise it again after I wake up, so remember to refresh the page, thank you.

Paris in November is already a rainy season. Thanks to the Atlantic Ocean currents, freezing rain has become the main color of Paris during this period. But even if it rains for a long time, there will be a few days when it will stop.

Saint-Cloud is the most famous golf course in France. It is said that you can enjoy the unique view of the Eiffel Tower near some holes. Of course, this is a later story. As the first 18-hole golf course in France, who knew that it was an ordinary lawn before?

"I have to admit that you are quite capable. Voltaire, when did your vision become so good? You can even meet a savior who has fallen from the sky."

The German, holding a golf club in his hand, looked at the field in front of him with great amazement. When he was studying in Weimar, he learned that in Scotland, a region of the British Isles, there is an outdoor sport with a long tradition - Golf. The book describes in detail the passion of the Scottish people for this sport. In the eyes of golf enthusiasts, being able to play at St. Andrews, the world's oldest golf course on the east coast of Scotland, is like a pilgrimage for them.

"No, John, I regret that I picked this guy up." Voltaire looked hopeless. He had just finished writing the manuscript for the 126th literary duel with Rousseau last night. Not long after he fell asleep, he was pulled up by Alvin and dragged to the carriage. The bumpy road made it impossible for him to rest properly. As a result, he had to be responsible for golf equipment!

I am François-Marie Arouet, a top student of Cambridge University. I have been very successful in Europe. But now I have fallen to this point. All this is caused by this guy Alvin Vasago. Just wait, the counterattack will start from now on...

"I'll pay for the Champs Elysees tonight."

"Big Boss, let's have a cigarette."

The counterattack ends now, and Voltaire, the bag-carrying boy, is online.

"Is this still the Francois I remember?"

Seeing Voltaire suddenly become a different person, Rousseau, who had fought with him for almost his entire life, doubted his own eyes. Was that guy who looked like a bag-carrying boy really Voltaire? Where did your pride as a highly educated intellectual go?

"It's not hard to understand. When the local boss in Paris tells you that all your purchases in Paris are free, you will probably do the same. After all, who would have known that only three months later, he would become the real boss behind the Paris United Chamber of Commerce?"

Baron Montesquieu, who had always been mature and steady, saw through everything, but when he came to his senses, he found that Rousseau, who had originally stood with him, had disappeared.

"Boss, please take me with you!"

Voltaire and Rousseau, two famous Servants who left the Sea of ​​Heroes and came to the Singularity, were forced by life to bow their heads to the evil capitalist force Alvin Vasago - this is what is naturally written in history books.

The actual situation is that the two people chose to cling to others in order to enrich their spare time. Looking at the two people, one in front and one behind, Montesquieu suddenly realized a serious problem.

Apart from the fact that they hold the title of baron, it seems that these two guys are gigolos...

Among the 4 holes on the golf course, there are four long holes, four short holes, and ten medium holes. There are also four par-10 holes, 4 par-72 holes, and four par- holes. The standard number is . There are tee boxes, fairways, greens, and various obstacles such as long grass, sand traps, and pools on the golf course. This is a standard specification in later generations, but it seems very novel to these people.

"To be honest, I have a problem with the fact that golf originated in France."

"They say that when the sport was born in France, it was already the standard it is today, but they forget a serious problem."

"How did you make it without a hole?"

As the words fell, the golf ball took off from the tee and flew into the air.

"Golf is about driving a ball across a course that is dotted with obstacles designed to stop the ball from its starting point in the air and then its progress to another point, where it ends up in the hole. That's what makes golf unique."

"And you told me there is no such thing. Where is the snake?"

After flying in the air for a while, the ball fell on the green, bounced a few times, and finally fell gloriously into the water.

"It's a bad year." Alvin sat back in his seat with a gloomy face, holding the golf club in his hand. If he had known, he would not have designed the second hole so close to the water.

"If you are unlucky this year, then people like me who work for you will go bankrupt and have to go back home," said Mrs. Roland self-deprecatingly as she sat on Alvin's right.

Before this, she could hardly imagine how a person could adapt to the daily life of Paris so quickly and happily. Now she understood that all this was a preparation for some existence. And judging from his behavior, it was clear that he wanted to destroy the domestic market in France - he didn't know where he got and put a lot of coins into the market, and it was still increasing.

If this continues, the supply of money in the market will sooner or later exceed the actual demand for money, causing prices in the entire market to continue to rise. Then the money in hand will no longer be valuable, and people will start to spend frantically. This money will then reach the hands of the royal family and the nobility. I believe that Louis XVI, this short-sighted guy, will be proud for a while.

The problem is that income has not actually changed.

Perhaps before long, all this will take a sharp turn for the worse, triggering a series of chain reactions. The worst outcome is likely to be -

The Estates General, which had not been convened in 188, might have to be reconvened.

But don't forget that this stupid government is still burdened with a national debt of 20 billion francs.

When did this country provoke you? Mrs. Roland looked at Alvin with a sad look, and he was embarrassed. If it wasn't for all mankind, who would do this? And it was only a matter of time. The savior or something, leave it to your emperor to deal with.

At this moment, Napoleon, who was in class, sneezed for no apparent reason.

But it was not a good idea for her to keep watching like this, she had to think of a way to divert her attention.

"By the way, Mary. Where did you say yesterday that we were going to deal with a chapter issue in a few days?"

"Strasbourg."

That's a really great place, Alvin kept complaining in his heart. The images of WA2 flashed in his mind one by one, and there were quite a few stories.

Yes, it is not only an important location for White Album II, but also the last place where the musician stayed in France, and now, he has returned here.

"Shouldn't I be in Vienna? Where is this?"

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart looked at the somewhat unfamiliar street with confusion on his face.

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PS1: I spent the Mid-Autumn Festival in an Internet cafe. (～￣▽￣)～

PS2: To put it simply, it is just using inflation as a means to promote the progress of history.

PS3: Good night.

Chapter 39 Which Mozart are you talking about?

What comes to mind when you think of the Holy Roman Empire?

Is it an old empire that has ruled Europe for 800 years? Or a political combination with a nominal reputation? Or is it a trio of qualities that is neither here nor there?

Strictly speaking, in the present time period, it is just the Habsburg Monarchy with this name.

Vienna, as the last place where this dying empire survived, gathered almost all the best musicians in the world in order to provide a good life for the Habsburg royal family, and thus became the capital of music by accident.

When Mozart got up from the table with sleepy eyes, it meant that another day of full energy was about to begin.

He staggered to the bathroom, holding onto the wall. He had used the cold water in the wooden basin countless times, but he never changed it. It was not so much laziness as it was to save time. Of course, that was his own way of saying it. But in fact, everyone knew that the servants at home would change his water every day.

Then came the most time-consuming part of the day - hair. The barber felt a lot of pressure every time he helped him with his hair, because this guy never sat still, and inspiration came at every moment, and then he would immediately rush to the piano, and the barber could only follow behind with the hair tie in his hand.

After that, there was a dividing line. For example, today I would have tea with Haydn, tomorrow I would give guidance to the new musician Beethoven, the day after tomorrow I would meet Salieri to watch the opera, and sometimes I would go to Schönbrunn Palace to conduct. However, because Salieri went to France, the third option was cancelled.

After dinner, he started walking, starting along the Ringstrasse, the Royal Court Theater on Castle Square, the Winter Palace Hofburg, Stephen's Cathedral in the city center, the Summer Palace Schönbrunn Palace, and if he took a short detour, he could see St. Stephen's Cathedral, and also the houses of some people in his circle of friends.

All these together constitute the musical culture of this city, and for this reason, he would always take a piece of paper and a pen with him every time he went out on the street. Haydn always said that "a piece of music was born after he went out for a walk." In fact, this is true, and the last scene of the opera "Don Giovanni" not long ago appeared like this.

According to the original pan-human history, after two failed operas, Cosi fan tutte and La clemenza di Tito, he made his last opera, The Magic Flute, and left his last work, Requiem, before passing away in the cold wind at 12:5 on December 0. Of course, during this period, colleagues and friends had to express their opinions about his wife, Constanze Weber. After all, it was too stupid to have a cold war with his sister for such a person.

Unfortunately, the first thing he saw when he got up today was not the familiar table covered with music movements, but a guest room in a hotel.

Ten minutes later, he was kicked out by the hotel owner with no money. Looking at the street in front of him, even though it was all Baroque style, he obviously found something different.

"Oh shit, where am I?"

He decided to go to the local police station for help, but in the end he slammed the door and left angrily. We don’t know what happened during this period. But the great historian Alvin Vasak and his assistant Mary Jane Rowland, in the spirit of truth-seeking, pragmatism and excellence, sneaked into the police station late at night and brought this precious historical file back to Chaldea.

The following is a transcript of that conversation.

Police: Hello, Mr. Amadeus, how can we help you?

The madman who thinks he is Mr. Mozart: Don’t be afraid of what I am going to say

Police: We are the German duo, we are not afraid, please speak.

The madman who thinks he is Mr. Mozart: I am Mozart, and I woke up this morning and was inexplicably brought here.

Police: Who is the madman who thinks he is Mr. Mozart?

The madman who thinks he is Mr. Mozart: Not that person, but that musician in Vienna.

Police 2 draws a sketch of Haydn

The lunatic who thinks he is Mr. Mozart: Not Haydn, he doesn't play the piano with the tip of his nose.

Police 2 draws a sketch of Bach

The madman who thinks he is Mr. Mozart: It’s not Patton either, he’s dead.

Police 2 draws a sketch of Salieri

The madman who thinks he is Mr. Mozart: He is in Paris now!

Police 2 draws a sketch of Beethoven

The madman who thought he was Mr. Mozart was surprised: This...

The policeman raised his hand and drew Leopold Mozart (Mozart's father)

The madman who thinks he is Mr. Mozart overturned the table: Mozart, have you seen The Marriage of Figaro? He is the best musician in Vienna, do you understand?

Police: I see. Please go ahead.

The madman who thinks he is Mr. Mozart: I was walking on the streets of Vienna yesterday. Who wouldn't know it? But today I was inexplicably here, in the commercial district, full of hotels, bars, and hair salons. When I went downstairs and saw the girl at the front desk, she asked me when I had paid the bill. Then I explained to her that the front desk was too narrow and I was kicked out before I could properly experience the atmosphere of a young girl. I am like a person...

Crazy guy who thinks he is Mr. Mozart: What are you laughing at.

Policeman 2: I think of happy things.

The madman who thinks he is Mr. Mozart: What's so happy about it?

Policeman 2: That girl is my wife.

The madman who thinks he is Mr. Mozart: What are you laughing at?

Police: That girl is also my wife.