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

So he was flattered when Amadeus put aside his past grudges and devoted himself to teaching Alvin.

Half an hour later...

"Alvin, I think you need to correct the position of your left-hand fingers on the fretboard. Although you are already very skilled, the glissando produced when changing positions is still a bit flawed..."

[Are you going to regret it?] Vashak laughed secretly in the Velvet Room. In a corner of the room, an old gramophone was playing the record of Amadeus's "Turkish March".

[If you ask him to compose music, it’s fine, but if you show a little musical talent, then the story between you two will begin.]

"So you did the Requiem thing?"

[He tried every possible means to break the curse of becoming a demon pillar, but he succeeded. It's completely useless, what else can he do? Once you see the cake, you will be ruined for life! ]

"In short. Do as I say, and with your own efforts, it is not impossible to become a first-class violin master." He continued to talk, which was his usual activity.

But now Alvin has more important things to deal with.

"Okay, we're here." Alvin stopped walking, and Amadeus realized where he was.

A mansion on the right side of Gutenberg Square is home to the Royal Guard, which is directly under the jurisdiction of the Bourbon royal family.

"As the main port in the Rhine River Basin, the center of the Rhine-Marne Canal and the Rhine-Rhone Canal, a trade hub, and with developed brewing and food industries, it must be very wealthy no matter how you look at it."

“斯特拉斯堡的人均收入为209代斯顿，家庭平均可支配收入的中位数为168代斯顿，在法国36717个市镇中排名第26134位；而家庭平均消费水平为145代斯顿，在法国36717个市镇中排名第23757位。”

"For comparison, the average per capita income in France is 240 desmonds and the average consumption level is 188 desmonds."

"But this place has one of the largest number of rich people in all of France. Amadeus, do you know what this means?"

"You're talking too professionally. I can't quite get it." The man who was born with a musical soul failed in this aspect. Even though he was one of the few people who were not completely without social concepts, he was useless in this aspect.

"The Royal Guard, which is directly managed by Louis XVI, has inevitably become corrupt from the bottom up." Alvin slightly emphasized the tone when he said the four words Louis XVI. This naturally did not escape his eyes.

But this time, Amadeus took the bait and bit it himself.

"Louis XVI, huh, he deserves it."

"So this is why you called me here? Magician?"

"Oh, that's right." Alvin looked at the door in front of him where people kept coming in and out. He waved his hands like a gangster and smiled with a look of success.

"Want to make a scene?"

"That depends on to what extent."

"Kill the king."

"I can't ask for it."

[We have already controlled Andusias. You can do whatever you want, Vashak.] The 38th Earl Military Demon Harpas sent this message to Vashak.

[Thank you, what is the current situation of the fifth singularity? ]

There was a brief pause, and then he gave his answer.

[...Cuchulainn is very useful. It would be even better if he was in his berserker state before his death. ]

[How greedy! But I guess the Queen of Connaught would disagree.]

[I remember you had a conflict with Andusias. I wish you good luck.]

I have already sent Mozart to Valhalla, why are you still thinking about me so much? Vashak held his forehead with his hand, feeling helpless.

Alan, my one and only tool, move forward towards the unpredictable future. I am looking forward to the arrival of the harvest season, hehe.

"Hey, what's going on? Are the Royal Guards mobilized? These guys are usually so lazy, why do they change their attitude today?"

"Who knows, either the King is here, or someone has touched something and it's time for them to deal with it."

"Let's all go back. Tomorrow's newspapers should be sold out. If you continue to watch here, what if you get caught in the crossfire?"

"They seem to be heading towards the United Chamber of Commerce..."

The largest classical building on Alsace Street was originally a hotel, and was later bought and converted into a branch of the United Chamber of Commerce. At this moment, the middle-aged fat man who was trying to deceive Mary and increase his hunting targets was annoyed by the urgent knocks on the door and had to open it.

"Didn't I say..."

"Mr. Neil, long time no see." Alvin, who was in disguise, kicked open the door, took out a wanted poster and put it in front of the vampire who was scared to the ground.

"I'm sorry to inform you that you're under arrest."

PS1: Typing in an Internet cafe is really expensive...

PS2: I will look for the P station ID for the photo of Black Jeanne later

PS3: The temperature in Tianjin has returned to normal, it’s amazing.

Chapter 44 Let's see what happens next

"let me out!"

"I have shed blood for the royal family! I have served His Majesty the King! I want to see your captain of the guard! I want to see the captain of the guard!"

Imprisoned in a special cell in the basement, he would never have imagined the situation he was facing now.

One had only straw for bedding, and creatures such as mites and cockroaches crawled around from time to time, and there was a foul smell in the air; and he had originally expected to enjoy a "feast" from Paris on the luxurious big bed in his bedroom tonight.

According to the feedback from the staff I sent to the headquarters in Paris every quarter, the lady who was honored as the "uncrowned queen" could be called the best in every way. But when I finally got a glimpse of her beauty, I was actually waiting in line...

"This guy is so noisy."

"One thing to say, one thing to say, indeed."

The two soldiers on duty at the door were already tired of this noisy guy and began to discuss a way to solve the problem once and for all. If it were them before, they would definitely not do this. The reason why they had such thoughts could only be explained by their scarlet eyes.

So when Alvin slowly came to the underground cell where special prisoners were held, he could only sigh that every fat man has potential after seeing how this guy could dodge and move for such a long time under the siege of two soldiers.

"Take him to the interrogation room."

When Alvin, dressed in military uniform, sat in a seat outside the window of the interrogation room, two hinted French soldiers dragged him in like a dead dog.

After handcuffing him with wooden handcuffs, the two young men saluted Alvin.

"We're going out first."

After receiving the promise, they left in a hurry without looking back.

"Go wash your hands now."

"But we have to send him back later."

"Then wash it again."

The sound insulation of the basement walls was not very good, and after hearing these words, he looked even uglier, with his pale face drained of color, like a puppet - except that this puppet was a little big.

"What do you think of what I'm wearing?" Alvin pulled up his collar, and the clueless Foreigner asked the local about his dressing style.

"Very good, very good, very suitable for your style."

When you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head, especially when you are in prison. Now he can only try every way to flatter this young man who seems to be the leader and pray that his family can get him out as soon as possible.

Wait for me when I get out of here. Young man, there are some things you can't get involved in. There was viciousness in his eyes, but it didn't interfere with his surface work.

"Actually I don't like it. You got the wrong guy, man." Alvin lit a cigarette and talked about the past.

"But regarding the issue of tax evasion, I think I would like to talk to you, Mr. Neil, the president of the United Chamber of Commerce and a close partner of Brisso."

His expression of constantly apologizing suddenly froze.

"My friend, what has happened during this period is beyond my imagination. Please allow me to tell you in detail."

"After the incident at the Brittany Club, this guy Marat seems to have the tendency to develop it into a third party, but first he has to kick Lafayette out."

"And the guy named Robespierre that I mentioned to you last time. This Irish lawyer descendant is now the dean of the Faculty of Arts. How to deal with him is a very troublesome matter."

"And I'm in trouble now. I don't know when the pagan from Jerusalem bewitched the king. Thanks to him, the United Chamber of Commerce has changed hands..."

Having said that, Alvin threw away the wheat-colored letter paper in his hand and looked at the panicked prisoner with his arms crossed.

"We should have a lot to talk about, Mr. Neil. Don't be nervous, have a cup of black tea first." His finger pointed to the cup of liquid that had already been placed on the seat.

Of course, this is not the kind of stuff that makes people sleepy after drinking, but it contains confession agents that are beneficial to the development of the brain. It is extremely beneficial for promoting the secondary development of the human brain.

Now Amadeus finally knew what he was going to do with his quill and notebook. The musician felt a little sad as he watched Alvin answer three pages of questions unconsciously.

"Is this really okay?" Amadeus looked at Alvin, who brought him here, with a complicated expression. His desk was filled with the darkness of the entire United Chamber of Commerce and the evidence of crimes was piled up like a mountain.

"You don't understand, and neither do those who are watching us in a certain world. It doesn't matter, you just need to know one thing."

"Bourbon will perish, times will change, and the wealth will be mine."

Alvin dusted himself off and walked out. At the other end of the interrogation room, the two guards dragged the Chamber of Commerce president, who had lost his usefulness, out with a look of disgust on their faces. Perhaps the term "former president" would be more appropriate here.

After he left the air-filled underground cell, he went up to the second floor, walked to the corridor on the right, and opened the door of a room on the side of Gutenberg Square.

After noticing that the door of her room was opened, Mary, who was originally sitting on the windowsill, stood up vigilantly. After seeing who was coming, she covered her chest, breathed a long sigh of relief, and sat back down.

He walked to another seat facing her, which was not exposed to the sunlight. At this moment, the downstairs was crowded with reporters. As the largest group of gossip-mongers, they stretched their necks and waited for the young man.

"Alvin, what happened today..."

"It doesn't matter if the president of the chamber of commerce is not professional, because he is responsible for setting the direction, and a group of professional advisers under him just need to give suggestions on the direction. In addition, the main task of the president of the chamber of commerce is to ask for money from shareholders and branches. Don't expect him to be omnipotent, so anyone can take this position."

"Mary, you should understand now why you are a 'vase'. Because they need you as a 'vase' to give advice, but in the end all the praise will go to them. And you, Mary, only get a false title of 'uncrowned queen' - and that's because all the parties are held in your house."

"You spend money on cabbage but worry about buying white phoenixes. It's time to change all this, Mary." Alvin stood up, put his hands on the coffee table, and leaned over to whisper in the queen's ear in his low voice.

"The participation prize is a guillotine gift package presented by Mr. Sanson, and the special prize is..."

He blew gently on her sensitive earlobe, which turned visibly red. It was a pity that he couldn't see what her pretty and cool face looked like.

Of course, it is not good to keep people on suspense. Alvin naturally knows this very well. He speaks shocking words in a calm tone, word by word, as if he wants to hold her earlobe.

"Does the country of France count?"

Interesting, interesting, really interesting.

I just got my computer back today and saw this comment.

I wrote this book for myself at first. I didn't expect that someone would come to add fuel to the fire after it flopped. You can tell what this book is like when it was recommended in the second week.

Here comes a set of three quality items in a row. Goodbye, baby!

Let's see what happens next.

Chapter 45: Suspension Bridge Effect? ​​It doesn't exist!

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"Does the country of France count?"

This was not the first time he had bewitched himself, he had done this in Paris. But at that time he did not comment on it, just took it as a joke - even though he had already shown his talent at that time, in his opinion he was just a lucky guy who was favored.

But what happened next was far beyond his expectations.

She would never have thought that in just a few days, the United Chamber of Commerce would change its owner and become a pawn in his hands. She still remembered the half-smile on his face when she saw him at the headquarters that day. It was as if he was saying:

Hey, look, you didn't expect me to sit here, now you have to agree whether you like it or not.

But in my own eyes, it was like a child wearing the emperor's new clothes and being so proud - and then getting slapped in the face a second time.

He kept hoarding Deston, but he gave all the paper money in his hands to the market almost for free, and even went further, buying a large number of bonds. It is said that he would increase the printing of money. Not only himself, but even Voltaire and others could not figure out what he was trying to do, except for one person.

Herr Johann Wolfgang von Goethe of Weimar.

"Knowledge of the world is always knowledge, not the world. I hope to be the first, but now I need your guidance, Mr. Faust." At a party, he said this to Goethe who was suddenly writing furiously on paper.

Life remained the same, except that two more people went to see the clown. However, Goethe often complained about why Mephistopheles was called Joker instead of THE JOKER. After all, in his opinion, Mephistopheles was undoubtedly the best clown.

Weimar's assistant officer had unique insights in this regard. Although he didn't know the purpose of Alvin's operation, he could foresee that this would be the hand that pushed the dominoes, and what would eventually collapse might be a behemoth.

Goethe's own assertion made her begin to take this Jewish man of unknown origin seriously, although he often claimed to be an insignificant magician, which made people even more curious.

What is a magician?

"A bunch of bastards playing tricks on the world, but I am the bastard among bastards." Voltaire's reply was very straightforward.

Rousseau, who had a feud with Voltaire, gave a very similar answer. "It's not a good thing."

Montesquieu, who was also from Bordeaux, gave a helpless smile to this question. "You shouldn't know this, Mary."

"Magician? Haha, that sounds like a good setting, one that's very suitable for the character I'm writing."

She could only place her hope for an answer on Alvin, the Jew who plundered the fruits.