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

Mary had always believed that with her ability, she would have no problem managing a medium-sized chamber of commerce, so she had always been upset about what had happened to her, especially the idea of ​​being used as a mascot. This was also the reason why Alvin saw an empty seat when he faced the core figure of the Girondists.

But all these ideas were shattered when he confronted the local representatives of Strasbourg. In front of them, he was like a prey in the eyes of a hunter, with no place to hide.

And if a young and promising young guard representative hadn't forcefully entered the scene to break the impasse, he would have really become the "prey". When he thought of the look in that guy's eyes when he looked at himself, he could not help but feel fear.

So when he saw that it was Alvin who pushed the door open and interrupted him, he felt relaxed physically and mentally for the first time. Roland would not give him that kind of peace of mind. He was more like an irresponsible father, and the roles they played were more like all of this.

She recalled the scene when Alvin leaned against her cheek and whispered in her ear, and she couldn't help feeling shame and an indescribable emotion.

“It would be nice if it could last a little longer.”

Mary even had such a thought, then she shook her head violently, trying to shake the thought out of her head. Her somewhat puffy face was very flushed, and her brown shoulder-length hair shook like a wavy drum, looking very cute.

[The Suspension Bridge Effect... I almost forgot that you took psychology as an elective in Nottingham.]

"So you've been eyeing me for a long time, right?"

Unlike Mary who showed some little girl's attitude, Alvin had a bitter face at this moment. He felt very troubled when he thought about facing those reporters who were eager to create chaos in the world.

"A beautiful lady is in danger, and a handsome guy saves her and marries her; two lovers chase each other in the jungle, and then kiss passionately in a corner; a man and a woman run hand in hand to avoid danger, and then their feelings for each other are further sublimated; after playing the exciting roller coaster, the hearts of the young lovers seem to be closer... But none of this has anything to do with me!"

"When I was doing the suspension bridge experiment at school, my situation was completely different from those animals. Not only was the bridge not shaking at all, but even the investigators looked indifferent. I was very confused at the time. We were all doing the same experiment, so why did I fail so badly?"

[Do you know the result now? ]

"She's from Liverpool."

Vasha's laughter from the Velvet Room passed through my ears, passed through the beige curtains, and swayed in the setting sun on Gutenberg Square.

[Then you are really lucky. Did you buy a lottery ticket? ]

"Don't ask, she later specifically chose my roommate. From a Manchester United fan's point of view, this is a Leeds United fan and a Liverpool fan teaming up to disgust me. But there is nothing we can do, who let us have Sir Alex Ferguson?"

[Sir, he has retired.]

"Shut up! Why don't you help me figure out how to deal with those real uncrowned kings!"

[Well... Actually, there is a solution. You can deal with the spoils you got first, and I will think about how to write the manuscript.]

"In the end, I can only trust you."

Alvin changed his direction. He was originally planning to go downstairs but chose to go up one more floor.

[Of course, after all, I am you and you are me. ]

Vashak had a strange smile on his face, and his very confident tone made it hard to figure out what he wanted to do.

But one thing is certain, he will know what he knows, but he may not know what he knows clearly.

PS1: According to last year's script, Solskjaer will be sacked after the Red Devils derby...

The culprits are Sandezi BISS and Glazer BISS.

Please ask some Middle Eastern boss to come and save Manchester United.

PS2: The counselor now is a moron. He uses his subordinates to achieve performance for him, and then pats the director's butt. As a result, we get nothing - except wasting time.

PS3: The opening match of this S game is not 10.1, and it is not IG. It is impossible to return to the traditional European skills.

Chapter 46 This is the first step towards Bourbon’s demise!

When Alvin opened the bronze door, what greeted him was not the young man named Zhang who had been guarding the door for ten years, nor the master of Yunding Palace who had collectively resurrected, but a group of Vladimirs who had nothing but wealth.

Facing the sudden influx of people, Alvin, who was caught off guard, quickly fought back. He closed the door with his heel, took out his Desert Eagle, which he had treasured for three years and used as a mascot, and pointed it at the prisoners who were trying to do something wrong.

When the black muzzle of the gun was pointed at them, the fear brought by the cold appearance of the gun made them feel the breath of danger from the bottom of their hearts. After weighing the two options, they were forced to retreat in the end for the sake of their own lives.

"I thought we could talk..."

"Go away, country bumpkin. It's your honor that you can communicate with us here now. I advise you to let us go as soon as possible. Maybe I will give you some alms if I'm in a good mood." Although the gorgeously dressed lady said harsh words, she actually kept winking at Alvin under his playful gaze.

[Let’s deliver newspapers to them tomorrow, and then we can start harvesting leeks. ]

"I hope you can still laugh tomorrow." After looking around at these proud Gallic roosters, he showed a smile that puzzled them.

When he closed the door and went downstairs to face the omnipotent and omnipresent uncrowned kings, insults were heard behind him, but Alvin did not take it to heart.

Finally, when the long-awaited young man came down from upstairs and appeared in front of the reporters, he didn't care why he had left them alone for so long and began to move forward.

"Sir, may I ask what happened to the United Chamber of Commerce?"

"I would like to ask, do the Royal Guards have the right to arrest people at will?"

"Mr. Gill's family immediately said that they would use 50 Deston to redeem their master. What do you think of this?"

In response to the doubtful or sharp questions raised by these people, he raised his hands and pressed them down slightly, signaling them to be quiet.

[Don't be in a hurry, gentlemen, come one by one.] He looked at the reporters rushing to come forward and smiled with a plan.

The next day, all the core members of the United Chamber of Commerce who were under custody saw the headlines of major media outlets.

《A spy appeared in the United Chamber of Commerce! Fortunately, he has been arrested.》

Neil: Thanks to the boys of the Royal Guard, I successfully found the mole

Unveiling the Royal Guards: A Troop that Belongs Only to His Majesty the King

"One has to marvel at the action-orientedness of these people." Looking at the consequences of his nonsense to the media yesterday, he had begun to imagine the expressions of those detained guys when they saw this newspaper.

"Have they all been delivered to those 'VIPs'?"

"They have all been delivered, but..."

"But what?"

"Among the media that came to interview yesterday were reporters from Le Gazette de France and Le Figaro."

Le Gazette is the newspaper with the largest circulation in France, while Le Figaro is the evening paper with the largest circulation.

In other words, by tomorrow morning at the latest, this story written, directed and performed by Alvin himself will reach the ears of Louis XVI.

[Has the goal been achieved? ]

Although it is a question, the tone is unquestionable.

"I like it very much." He shouted to the two people on duty outside the door. "The people on the third floor should have finished watching. Bring them over here."

He lit up a cigarette and talked about how he used to smoke a box of 20 cigarettes for two years, which was very stressful for Alvin. He had almost quit smoking under the supervision of several people, but picked up the pipe again after returning to Chaldea.

What is the relationship between the Alan you are talking about and me, Alvin?

"Hey, everyone, long time no see." He put his feet on the desk, raised the corners of his mouth, and looked at these so-called aristocrats, nobles and capitalists with mockery on his face.

"Calm down and talk slowly. We still have a lot of time." Alvin blew into the muzzle of the gun in his hand and looked at the two troublemakers who were dragged out with great regret. The two people who were knocked to the ground were being slowly dragged out, and bright red liquid was oozing out of the two small holes on their bodies.

"If you confess, you will be treated leniently; if you resist, you will be treated severely. I've already said that as long as you tell the truth, there will be no problem. Why are there still people who don't value it?"

"Sir, it was Neil who betrayed us!"

He looked in the direction where the voice came from. Oh, the noble lady who had winked at him yesterday was now wagging her tail and begging for forgiveness like a bitch.

"Neil? Your president Neil?"

"Yes, yes, that's him! He planned all of this! Originally, it was just an ordinary routine morning meeting, but I didn't expect him to say something like 'A distinguished guest is coming today, everyone wait a moment'."

"and then?"

"He actually wanted to cooperate with the German barbarians! God, how can those stupid Junkers be worthy of us noble people? I was planning to report him for colluding with foreign countries after the meeting... Sir, you must believe me!"

The situation was exactly the opposite of yesterday. Now they all claimed that they were wronged, greatly wronged, and they were just short of swearing to God.

"FNNDP!" He picked up the gavel that someone had kindly handed to him and slammed the table.

"Is this Mr. Neil? As far as I know, Mr. Neil has always been law-abiding and honest in business. He is also amiable and very popular among the people of Strasbourg."

What the hell?

Obey the law? People who are in collusion with the mayor to exploit others are called law-abiding?

Honest and trustworthy? He is the local top black-hearted businessman!

Affable? **** Animal!

We are all capitalists, why should you be associated with these words?

"You guys, there is something wrong with your thinking. Don't believe everything you hear. It is meaningless to frame others like this, and it will disturb His Majesty the King..."

"Well, I'm not an unreasonable person. It's the New Year soon, and it's really not good to fight and kill. Just pay this." He rubbed his fingers.

"Understand, understand, we'll give you whatever you say."

Alvin looked unhappy.

"Am I that kind of person? I don't want such money-smelling things. I am just 'representing' His Majesty the King to 'inspect' your real estate and business channels."

"..."

"Oh, by the way, in order to prevent you from falsifying the accounts, I will also check your accounts."

Alvin showed a kind smile at this moment, but in their eyes, he was like Mammon, the god of greed described in the Bible, New Testament, Matthew.

After everything here became quiet again, the office door was pushed open again and the musician walked in with a complicated expression.

"Alvin, I want to tell you something."

PS1: I have classes tomorrow...

PS2: I have a dream, for example, Ultimate Riven.

PS3: I support Faze, you can laugh at me.

Chapter 47 Bringing Talent to Paris

"Do you want to go back to Vienna?" He answered the question for the musician first.

"If you want to create, Salieri is in Paris now, you can go find him. Although the outside world has spread rumors that there is a feud between you, the actual situation is only known to you two."

"Or... you still haven't gotten over the shadow of that year?"

Mozart, who was seen through, gave a helpless smile, pulled over a stool and sat down.

"So I really hate you magicians. Well, I do, too."

"Have you ever had that feeling? What's it like when a girl faces the biggest decision in her life and the first person she looks for is not her parents, but she comes all the way to elope with you?"

"Elopement?" Alvin became interested in this story which was neither recorded in official history nor in unofficial history. After all, it came from the mouth of the person involved.

"The version you heard is that the Archduchess, unable to disobey her parents' orders, finally abandoned her childhood friend and headed for Paris."

"In fact, she came here to find the boy to elope together, but he, who originally wanted to question her here, fled to Salzburg under the moonlight the day before she arrived."

Amadeus, who woke up from his memories, looked at Alvin with a bad look on his face. He felt very uncomfortable with that look.

It's like watching a SB.

"What's with that expression on your face?"

"I remember happy things."

Amadeus's face darkened, and he recalled some unpleasant memories, so he urged him: "Give me GKD, don't dilly-dally."

"Go to your appointment, Amadeus."

"Don't talk nonsense, just give me some advice."

"I say, go to the appointment." Alvin stared at the musician and repeated the sentence word by word.

"She's not doing as well as you think."

"I know."

"In that case, let's go."

"It's not for past relationships, but to achieve self-redemption as a scumbag - it seems you are very self-aware."

When Alvin mentioned the word "scumbag", he did not refute, but nodded with a wry smile. Apart from the musical factors, he was indeed no different from this word in other aspects. Just what he did to his sister Nanelle was enough to put him in the religious inquisition.

"And don't forget what my purpose is." After finishing a cigarette, he placed the index and middle fingers of his left hand on the tip of his nose and sniffed. There was still a hint of tobacco smell on it. This was a trick he learned from a novel in the past.

"Destruction... Bourbon."

"You know what the end result of being the queen of a country is."

He was silent, he knew. When he was performing and learning magic with his father in France, he vaguely remembered how they treated death row prisoners.