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

At the intersection of the street, several carriages were pulling something, moving slowly in different directions. When the carriages reached a certain node, something that had been tense reached a critical point, and then it started to rain red.

This scene, which would scare ordinary people, gave him a very novel feeling, and inspiration continued to arise from it.

"Amadeus, what are you feeling now?"

"It's very strange, I should be feeling sad, but..." He lowered his head and looked at his hands. Those still somewhat tender hands were stained with some splattered blood, giving people a strange sense of beauty.

“Why wouldn’t there be such emotion?”

"Because this is the difference between us and ordinary people." His father Leopold looked at his son, his eyes shining.

He is the answer!

"Knock, knock, knock" Alvin knocked on the table a few times, bringing Amadeus back from his memories.

"If you want to go directly to Vienna, I can arrange the relevant itinerary to take you back, plus a three-day trip to Leipzig; but what the final outcome will be, whether it will get out of control, this is beyond my control."

This is probably the end of the world line, he thought. After all, with such a big target, it's hard not to be noticed.

"You're forcing me, magician." The musician's address suddenly became unfamiliar, which was what Alvin expected.

"In fact, even if I arrange a return trip for you, I will knock you out and tie you up in Paris the night before departure." He did not hide his thoughts.

"And Amadeus, tell me what you really think. Do you really have no thoughts about her at all?"

After the words fell, this office with luxurious interior decoration became very quiet, even to the point of being a little scary. The noisy square was crowded with people, but in the secluded space, there was only the sound of burning tobacco.

"What a great trick! Magician Alvin Vasago... What a concise name! I should have known it earlier."

"But no one would think that way, right?" Alvin put on a professional smile and spread his hands, revealing an agreement or contract that had been drafted long ago.

Amadeus looked silent but calm. He took the pen from Alvin and wrote his name on the parchment.

Wolfgang Andusias Amadeus Mozart.

"You are very good at guessing people's minds, Alvin." He dropped the quill in his hand and covered the wrist of the hand he had just written.

"Thank you for the compliment." After receiving the original work, Alvin smiled thoughtfully. He looked like a street vendor, very down-to-earth.

"Then I can't hide it." Alvin picked up the pen at hand and began to plan according to the map of France behind him.

"In three days I should receive a letter of commendation from Louis XVI. He will ask me to go to the Palace of Versailles to meet him and accept the award. After taking a boat ride along the Rhine-Marne Canal for about half a month, we will arrive at the Palace of Versailles on the outskirts of Paris."

"Then just sit down, shut up and watch me perform."

Amadeus nodded slightly to indicate that he understood, then stood up from the stool and prepared to leave.

"I am looking forward."

"Three days later at the dock, there was a lady with us."

"I understand." He left a special message before closing the door.

"Well done."

As she walked away, the third person who had already witnessed everything appeared on the sofa for receiving guests.

[You should have felt it... He has been here. ]

"It seems that he really couldn't help it. It was difficult for him to sign his name."

PS1: Happy birthday, Alice, on September 9.30th.

PS2: A tragedy occurred in Tieba, 158 people drew 0 skins, which is comparable to the one who got 12 orders but no five-stars.

PS3: I almost forgot that today is also Asuna’s birthday. You are all my wings o(￣▽￣)ｄ

Chapter 48 In the end, she is still that six-year-old girl

"I've been wanting to ask you a question."

He walked to the window sill and placed his hands on it. The weather was sunny just now, but it was raining heavily in the blink of an eye. The heavy rain poured down on the shoulders and hair of the scattered people, and everyone was soaked and cold.

[Requiem incident? ]

Vashak, who had anticipated this, pulled out a Cohiba, the same model as Castro's, from the inside pocket of his shirt, then took out the matching cigar cutter from another pocket, made a small cut in the cigar, stood up and walked to the burning fireplace to borrow some fire before answering Alvin's question.

[To be honest, Mozart, this top-notch possession object, was only picked out by Andusias after he spent seven orders. Except for his sister, all the other six orders before that sank - he personally eliminated them. So to some extent, Andusias saved his life. ]

[According to the expected plot, after Amadeus made a deal with Andusias and obtained the Soul of Music, he would gradually release his talent and evolve towards the direction of the Demon Pillar, and eventually become one of us - this is what he thought before he met Marie Antoinette.]

【After that, everything turned around, and the blessing turned into a curse. He began to have trouble sleeping, started to quarrel with his family over property, and his former friends gradually became estranged. Compared with the continuous praise he received, he continued to lose the past.】

"Except Antonio Salieri."

[Before The Magic Flute was released, he successfully broke the curse. Andusias completely lost control at that moment, so at Goetia's decision, I took his life.]

"But things are a little different now, man."

[Obviously, he regretted it. He said at the time, 'I will find the next successor,' but in fact there will never be one. ]

【Because Mozart's music is supreme. 】

The raindrops fell very densely and fiercely, making a clanging sound when they landed on the bronze stained glass windows along the window sill. The raindrops that were blocked by the windowsill washed the city like flying petals and broken jade, and also washed away something.

After Amadeus walked out of the door, he covered his heart in pain. The blood from his heart spread throughout his body, making him tremble all over. He could only walk with one hand holding the wall. The clothes on his back were already wet.

"asshole......"

He looked at the door that was so close to him. It was only a few steps away, but it seemed like an insurmountable chasm to him. Sweat was dripping from his forehead, and he would slip and fall to the ground if he was not careful.

"Amadeus, you scumbag, are you going to fall like this? Can you do it..."

He cursed himself fiercely, but in the end he didn't even have enough strength. But there was still good news, he finally reached the end and touched the door handle.

Amadeus used all his strength to turn the golden doorknob, but he lost the last bit of color on his face. Having lost everything, he staggered in.

"thump--"

He fell to the ground, his face was ashen, his lips were pale, without a trace of blood.

"Sorry, Mary, I guess I have to break my promise..."

He thought this before he lost consciousness.

In Paris, the radiant girl who was sleeping woke up from her dream. She couldn't believe what she had just dreamed.

Why did he fall to the ground?

Who is that unicorn?

He looked like he was in terrible shape.

He needs me.

He needs me.

He needs me!

She immediately got up from the bed and started running barefoot. The red carpet in the Palace of Versailles had not been changed for some time, and it would be painful even if she stepped on it with shoes, let alone she was running barefoot.

"I have to think about it. It took me about a month to get from Paris to Vienna, stopping and starting. Now if I travel at any time, it will take at least five days to get there."

The Palace of Versailles was very quiet at night, but when a person was running as fast as he could and no one came out to stop him, what people felt was not quietness, but the fear of being too quiet.

As she ran, she recalled the scene at that time. The pair of snow-white feet, which were originally maintained by her to be delicate and tender, like the finest mutton-fat jade, had now turned red, and some places had bled. However, she never cried out in pain. Now she was only thinking of one thing.

Go to Austria.

Go to Vienna.

Go to him.

Although as a human being, he belongs to the category of scum, his vulgar and dirty jokes are disgusting, and his whole body is filled with the aura of "this guy is a scum", and he has done...that kind of thing to me.

Although I am now Queen of France.

Even though he is successful now.

Even though he abandoned me that day and ran away.

But, but, but!

I still like him.

I like him hopelessly.

But I don't know why I like him.

Was it the time you skipped class to play in the forest?

Was it that time when you felt unhappy when you saw him being intimate with his sister?

Was it the time when I secretly used the pocket money my mother gave me to help him and was rejected?

Her brain was constantly working, recalling why she was so worried about a guy she hadn't seen for many years, to the point that just a vague and impermanent dream made her feel like a completely different person.

It's just a dream.

It's just a dream.

It's just a dream.

But why am I so scared?

I feel like I'll lose him if I don't see him again.

I don't want to regret it.

I want to go see him and ask him in person why he ran away at that time?

We agreed to face it together, why did you leave alone?

Obviously, if you just wait for me to come, we can be together...

Mary trotted all the way from the Hercules Hall in front of the main building of the marble courtyard. As long as she walked out from here, she would be at the hunting palace, where she could get on the carriage and set off. With this in mind, she quickened her pace, and behind her were intermittent red footprints.

She banged on the door hard, hoping that this would wake up the person on duty at the door.

"Hey! Open the door!"

There was no response from the other end of the door.

"Open the door!"

Still so.

She kept knocking on the door in all sorts of ways, but never got a response.

"Open the door...please." Her voice was already filled with tears. Tears fell from her face to her arms, then to her clothes, and finally to the ground. When no one responded after knocking for half an hour, she really believed that the person on the other side of the door would not respond to her request.

"Please...anyone please...save him...please."

She slid down helplessly and fell on the bright red carpet. With the last glimmer of hope gone, all she could do was pray silently and feel ashamed of herself.

"Is there anyone who can help me..."

The little girl pursed her lips, wanting to cry but not daring to cry out loud, and her tears fell down.

Outside the Palace of Versailles, the unicorn was running, nimbly passing through obstacles and bushes without being tripped by anything, and no one saw it.

PS1: The military parade was great, I’ll watch it again next time.

PS2: What's the situation with this float in Shaanxi...

PS3: You will never know what the stupid netizens on the other side of the screen are doing.JPG

Chapter 49 They are like this, what about us?

Amadeus had a dream. He dreamed that he went back to the days when he was 8 years old and had a fever and was lying in bed. He remembered that the doctor thought it was pneumonia and asked him to lie in bed and rest. It was really uncomfortable because he couldn't practice.

Now all I can remember is the big, warm bed. It was really comfortable to sleep on.

Wait, I remember I wasn't lying on the ground?

He woke up from his sleep, feeling dry throat, dizzy, and his ears were like someone hitting a bell with a hammer, making a series of violent bangs. The sound waves pierced the eardrum and went straight to the back of the head, which made him a little worried. Ludwig, the student he and Salieri taught together, seemed to have this symptom. He was always worried that this talented and hardworking student would lose his hearing one day.

Amadeus wanted to get up, but found that he was pinned firmly to the bed and he had no strength to get up.

"Sleep paralysis? It doesn't seem like it. I remember all the symptoms would disappear after I opened my eyes." He recalled what he had read in a book at some point, but found that it had nothing to do with what he knew.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he felt the hot blood rising from his throat to the root of his tongue, and his voice became hoarse and difficult to hear.

"Water...water..."