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

His hand fell to the side of the bed and touched something cold, which made him shudder. Amadeus turned his head slightly, and what he saw was the black unicorn nestled beside the bed.

[Long time no see, Amadeus.] The black unicorn opened its first pair of eyes, and the eyes on its neck and shoulders opened one after another. It had grown a lot since the last time I saw it.

"You know I don't want to see you." He said unhappily. "Do you remember what you did now?"

[Let’s not talk about this for now. The water you wanted.] The unicorn held the handle of a silver kettle in its mouth, and the sound of liquid shaking came from inside.

He was silent, wondering what was contained in this "gift" from the unicorn - because he had drunk it before.

[Since death is always around, why not live happily? I remember you said that. What's wrong? Are you regretting it now? ]

It looked at the now depressed Amadeus, and its heart was filled with regret. Last time, because of itself, it watched in vain the work it was most proud of being destroyed.

That day, Amadeus was killed by Vashak's scheme, and the soul of music fell. This time, Andusias returned again, and it was determined to take back everything it once had.

"Devils whisper in people's ears, they drag the ignorant into hell with the promise of wealth or eternity. Where are you taking me this time?" As the symptoms gradually disappeared, he began to support himself against the pillow, looking at the unicorn against his finger with some displeasure.

He had complicated feelings towards Andusias. His survival was definitely related to it. Under the guise of the blessing from the Muse, it was actually the work of Solomon's magic.

Fingers kissed by the Muse, a heart favored by music itself - but that was not a blessing, but a curse. The bloodline that carried the blood of the demon god had been mediocre for thousands of years, and Andusias just waited patiently - when he was born, the unicorn was already standing in front of his crib, pacing on all fours, pointing its sharp horn at his forehead.

[Your essence is no different from mine, we are both fallen souls. I flow in your blood, I live in your soul, I am happy because of your joy, I am satisfied because of your glory, there is no existence more familiar than us. Because you were born for me. I am the person who loves you the most in this world, no one else. ]

"But you want to destroy this era." His eyes were cold, with a firm and stubborn look flashing in them.

[…You will understand, one day.] Its voice rang in Amadeus’ mind. After putting down the kettle it had been holding, it walked to the window, jumped, and disappeared from his sight.

Amadeus picked up the kettle on the bedside, which had a delicate and complicated carving of grapevines and Dionysus, the first generation commander of LGD, which was more exquisite than the last time he saw it. He gently shook the kettle, and the aroma of wine permeated through the wall of the kettle.

If he were an ordinary person, he would probably contentedly pour himself a glass of wine and start drinking it, but Amadeus first opened the lid of the kettle.

The grape vine broke, and the green sap dripped down drop by drop, turning into dark red as it dripped.

My child, you are mine. Your life, soul, and being are mine. It is ordained that I should use you for my own good.

He held the kettle in his arms, and through the silver wall he could smell the rich aroma of wine, but no one would know what was hidden beneath the aroma.

This is a really tragic story, isn't it?

“It has all the essential elements of a Korean drama.”

[…I lost to you. ]

Alvin and Vassago sat facing each other, with two steaming cups of mocha coffee and a chess board placed between them.

"It's ironic that both Mozart and Salieri wanted Mozart's talent that made him feel stressed, while Mozart wanted Salieri's wealth as the court music director..."

[Compared to this, shouldn't we admire his feelings for Marie Antoinette? His willingness to destroy himself for the woman he loves has a Hollywood feel.]

"I think it's more of a Paris love story, or maybe The King of Comedy 1787?"

[In a few days it will be 1788, sir, times have changed - so why hasn't Chaldea found you yet? ]

"Alvin Vashak has gone out to solicit prostitution and hasn't returned yet? That's possible. But I'm the only one who knows that I'm in the same situation as Shuang Ge right now."

[Are you being naughty or are you just making fun of yourself...]

Strasbourg was hit by the heaviest rainstorm the city had not seen in decades. The raindrops hit the windows with a bang, like countless pairs of big hands, slapping them hard.

The fire in the fireplace was still burning, and the firewood that had just been added in the afternoon was now at its end. The firewood burned the flames, just as the past burned the future, but the final result was that both disappeared together.

"Let's talk about something else, Vassago. For example—"

"Why would you help me at all costs?"

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PS1: Didn’t you expect this, JOJO? This is my update plan!

PS2: Remember what happened to a person with a double personality on the moon?

PS3: By the way, have you shipped the optional expansions?

Chapter 50: Say thank you to Brother Vasha!

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"Why would you help me at such a high cost?" Alvin finally asked the biggest question.

According to Vashago himself, a being named Alexander Allen died in the 1999 London train fire, and he was able to survive until now thanks to the help of Vashago, the ordinary demon pillar No. 3, who passed by.

The problem arises here.

As a demon pillar, he was too kind to himself. Especially after learning about the feud between Andusias and Mozart, he began to have some doubts about the relationship between himself and Vashak.

In what ways can I compare to Mozart?

It was not of the same order of magnitude, but the treatment we received was also not of the same order of magnitude. Moreover, we were the only one in history who had received assistance and support from the enemy.

Faced with Alvin's inexplicable questioning, Vashak's mouth twitched as if he had heard a joke.

He pulled out his phone, opened Google Chrome, searched his name on Wikipedia, and pasted it on Alvin's face.

【Can’t you just Google it? 】

[Do you think I really came to help you for no reason? ]

[I suggest you go to WIKI and memorize the content about me! ]

"Yes, cover it, Vasago,"

【I'm going to fire you! 】

"Brother Vasha, please don't!"

[How can you slander someone's innocence like this...? ]

The office was filled with a cheerful atmosphere. Meanwhile, Chaldea...

"Over the vast sea, the wind rolled up the dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the sea, the skylarks flew proudly like black lightning."

"Sometimes its wings touched the waves, sometimes it rushed straight into the dark clouds like an arrow, and it shouted. In the bird's brave shouts, the dark clouds heard joy."

——Because they were too bored, they even started reciting poems. After all, you can't expect them to maintain high attention and watch a carriage 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.

And for some unknown reason, every time they were distracted, a warning from Dr. Roman would come from the console above their heads.

"I'm sorry to interrupt you, but here comes the flying dragon!"

Once or twice is not a big deal, but it is amazing that she can remind me in time every time.

Since Dr. Roman is always one step ahead, then it’s okay for us to be “a little” lazy, right?

The news spread from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred, and it became what it is now. Olga Marie looked at the scene and wondered if she had made the right decision to release Dead Poets Society last time.

"Isn't it good? It can cultivate one's sentiments. After all, it's not a good thing to be tense for too long." Romani rubbed her eyebrows. Although she said so, she still felt tired. She thought of the shift roster and had a bold idea in her heart.

"If life deceives you, don't be sad, don't be anxious, the sad days will always pass. We are on the right path, Teacher Olga Marie Keating."

"Your image in my mind has undergone a 360-degree transformation, Miss Sion."

Sion came a few days before the accident in Chaldea. As a distinguished guest of Atlas Academy, one of Chaldea's cooperative organizations, and the mother of the spirit particle calculation device Trismegistus and the imaginary number observation machine Paper Moon, she came here on two occasions to inspect the spirit particle calculation device at the request of Olga Marie, and to install the imaginary number observation machine on the imaginary number submarine Shadow Border as a second-hand preparation.

But who knew that the Rafe incident happened on the day Sion came, and she couldn't go back. Olga Marie felt very sorry about this, but she didn't expect that she would just go all out and stay.

"So, does this count as me being on a pirate ship? Captain?"

"The captain was fired in the end, Mary..." Romani watched the scene with interest. This was Romani Achiman's only daily life.

"Well, if I'm going to summon a heroic spirit, it must have been someone who had been a captain. That's it, I'm going to go do some research first." She waved her hand and walked out again.

"I love you, but I have to leave; because my heart has grown old. I was young for you once, but now I am old for you. Whenever I hear you talking about others, I find it hard to breathe. Loving you silently is my habit, but now I don't have the strength. The sun will still shine tomorrow, and the flowers will bloom next year, but my heart is old. How can I start over?"

The sound of poetry came in from outside the corridor. It was Pushkin's "My Heart is Old". It seemed that Sion was integrating well into the group.

"...Is there still no news about Alvin?"

Romani opened a window showing only six increasing and decreasing points.

"I now suspect that it's not that we can't connect, but that he unilaterally cut off the signal."

However, the actual situation was that the item on his wrist fell from the sky into the Seine River that day and sank to the bottom.

The man they were talking about was currently on a boat heading towards Paris. Apart from the captain and his boatman, there were only three other passengers on the boat.

Alvin, an ordinary magician passing by.

Madame Roland, or so she is called for the moment, is the temporary secretary who is glad to leave Strasbourg.

A musician who says he doesn't want to be a musician but is actually very honest, a man who is good at nothing except music (as he calls himself), Amadeus, or Mozart.

"..."

Alvin remained silent and looked unhappy.

“How many times do we have to go through this kind of lock?”

"A total of 18." Mary covered her mouth and laughed secretly. She felt a little happy that the almost omnipotent man in front of her was rarely humiliated.

“I’m going to die.”

"It seems that it was the right decision for me to take the carriage back then, although it was a bit shaky." Amadeus remembered his decision to take the carriage when he was a child because the boat tickets were sold out, and he couldn't help feeling a little fortunate.

"By the way, I estimate you won't be able to get in until March next year."

"That's lucky."

He felt very lucky to be able to return to this city. It was just a short delay. What was the big deal? Salieri happened to be in Paris. Just like in Vienna, it was not a problem to go to him for free.

"Well, gentlemen, I regretfully have to inform you of something." The captain interrupted the conversation on the deck.

"The river is frozen."

"How long will it take to break the ice?"

"Half a month."

He secretly swore in his heart that he would never take a boat again in his life.

Valid until the third singularity.

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PS1: Otakus, Mashu and I are going to Babylon for our honeymoon the day after tomorrow. If you miss me and you tagged me but I didn’t reply, it’s okay. You can open Bilibili and admire my handsome face on TV. Don’t worry.

PS2: A B’s offline activities are not ideal.

PS3: It’s not as satisfying as scoring a goal.

Chapter 51 Seventeen Years Later

Paris was unusually warm in January. The cold wave that rushed from Siberia every year seemed to have encountered some trouble there and had not yet arrived. The Seine River had not frozen since the beginning of winter; it spent the winter with happy ripples.

"Why is there such a big difference..." Alvin was a little dazed when he got off the boat. He looked at the city. Although the tiles on the road in some places were not trampled down, the soil was exposed in some places, and there were beggars begging on the roadside everywhere.

But no matter what, this is already the best city.

He felt a little dizzy and wanted to hold the handle of the wooden pole beside him, but he didn't expect to touch the fingers of a hand. The hand was very slender, with distinct joints, symmetrical and coordinated. The nails were neatly trimmed and shone with a faint light.

It was Mary. Her hand felt warm, like holding a ball of warm cotton wool on a cold winter day.

"Your hands are cold."

Alvin nodded and held her right hand, which had no warmth anymore since that rainy night with the typhoon.

"It's a bit cold, let's go back first." He pulled his hand away, straightened her messy collar, and spoke softly in her ear.

"We're being targeted."

She hugged Alvin back.

"It should be Lafayette's people. If I remember correctly, the new term of the Minister of the Interior will begin soon. My husband... Roland is said to have a good chance of winning the election."

When she said the word "husband", she paused for a moment, then smiled bitterly in her heart.

What kind of couple are they if they are not even husband and wife in reality?

"It's okay." Alvin reached out and pulled her to lean against his chest, resting his chin gently on her shoulder, his strong arms tightly locked around her waist. Unlike those French women who were obsessed with corsets, she was definitely a breath of fresh air among women of the same age. Because of her background, she was unable to do so, and now she has become a rare species.

"Go back carefully and try not to be followed by a second person. Also, be prepared to deal with your 'partners'."

He held Mary in his arms, and his fingers slid from the top of her head along her long hair to her waist. The sound was close to the whispers between lovers, and the warm breath sprayed directly on her ears. The masculine scent made her feel a little blushing, and her feet kept rubbing on the ground, as if she wanted to wear her shoes flat.

“Are we making a deal?”