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

"Sure, why not?" he smiled.

Mary showed Alvin a sad and dissatisfied expression, but Alvin turned his head in a different direction and shifted his gaze.

"Hmph!" She turned and walked towards the entrance of the pier. At this time, Amadeus, who had been watching the show for a long time, hugged him.

"This is an opportunity I created specifically for you. How is it going?" He nodded at Alvin and made a gesture of counting money with his fingers. "Would you like to treat me to a meal?"

"I suddenly feel that leaving you to Salieri was a very correct decision." Alvin sighed helplessly.

"This is impossible."

"There's always a chance of something happening. At worst, I can just stay."

"Then I will definitely be caught and taken back."

The two Demon Pillars were chatting casually, but their eyes were on the tracker who thought he was hiding very well.

"He moved."

"Look at me."

Alvin took out the flintlock rifle he bought on the black market and pulled the trigger. The flint, under the action of the spring, hit the edge of the firing port hard, sparks flew out, ignited the gunpowder, and the bullet flew out of the muzzle and passed through the target.

It was a clear winter day with bright skies, but the dock looked like hell on earth, unbearable to watch.

"Let's go, there is nothing for us to do now." Alvin hailed a small boat and asked the boatman to go along the inland river to a small pier on the outskirts of Paris.

"Have you practiced this before? You seem very skilled at it."

"This is a very painful memory..." He thought of himself shooting blanks one rainy night. If it weren't for some off-field factors, he would have died at that time.

It turns out that when you try to find the feeling in the game in real life, there must be something wrong with you.

After a while of chaos, the boat finally left the dock. The boatman stood at the stern, using a long oar to propel the boat to the bottom of the river, so that the boat left the shallow water of the river and also left the scene of the crime. He pushed the oars backwards, and the bow split the river water, stirring up snow-white waves. The boat was like a big fish, moving diagonally towards the palace on the Seine.

The further they went into the city, the darker the river became. Although it was already winter, there were still two or three small boats moored on the other side. The two sat in the boat in silence, one was thinking about how to trick Louis XVI, while the other was thinking about how to deal with it when the time came.

"We're here." The boatman's shout woke the two men who were deep in thought, and Alvin walked out of the cabin.

In a forest and swamp wasteland, a palace rises from the ground, with golden tiles and silvery white exterior walls forming the main body of the building. Surrounded by these buildings, the two-story red brick building is particularly dazzling. Who would have known that it was the earliest Versailles Palace?

The winding old city wall cast a dark shadow in the water. The boat slowly paddled past and stopped at a small sandbar.

"You actually gave 5 generations of Stone???"

Amadeus looked at the boatman who was rowing with joy, and felt puzzled by his generous "colleague" - because he had never been rich.

"Relax, my friend." Alvin took a step forward and walked towards the east gate of the hunting palace.

"Soon, the money won't be worth anything."

The East Gate is the only entrance and exit gate and is heavily guarded. Without relevant certificates, entering and exiting is extremely difficult.

"Hey, man, here's my certificate." Alvin took out the certificate of commendation from Louis XVI from his lining and handed it to the soldier on duty at the door.

"Wait a moment, I'll go find the sergeant." He ran away in a hurry, and soon appeared in front of them with another person with a higher rank than him.

"Please come in, His Majesty the King has been waiting for a long time. For some reasons, I will not lead the way for you, but the way is not complicated. Just go straight and around the fountain in the garden and you will see it."

"nervous?"

"To be honest, a little bit."

"Then you have to control yourself for a while."

After Alvin nodded to the old butler, he turned the doorknob of the king's office.

"Your Majesty, visitors from Strasbourg have arrived."

PS1: Tonight, the new anime "Fate/Grand Order: Absolute Demonic Front Babylonia" which I invested in and participated in will be released on many websites. I hope everyone will support it o(*≧▽≦)ツ┏━┓

PS2: The temperature in Tianjin has started to rise again...

PS3: Ahhhh, the National Day holiday is about to end.

Chapter 52 Yesterday Once More

Alvin had imagined what Louis XVI looked like: majestic, calm and wise. But after actually meeting him, he realized what kind of person this king who was executed by his own work was.

His desk is piled with thick files, which gives people a sense of diligence at first glance. But when you look at the file on the top, you will find that it was placed there a month ago.

But even on this piled-up table, he had reserved an empty space, where a goblet was placed with some liquid still left in it.

The cabinet behind him was filled with all kinds of ? and ?, and the table was stained with some black oil stains. At this time, Louis XVI was constantly wiping his hands covered with black oil in the basin.

The old butler felt ashamed when he saw this scene. He quietly closed the door again and bowed to apologize to Alvin and Amadeus.

"I'm sorry, this is an old problem of your Highness. I hope you won't tell anyone."

Then the two of them inexplicably had an extra sum of money.

"That's a good thing, my friend." He played with the Dexton in his hand into the shape of an apple like a street clown, and kept throwing gold coins into the sky.

"I thought it would be paper money, but it turned out to be gold coins."

"It seems you can survive anywhere, just from what you've shown."

"Thank you."

"I don't know why I feel like you deserve a beating for what you said."

Ten minutes later, they finally met the country's greatest locksmith - Louis XVI.

When I saw him again, the king was excitedly tapping the rhythm of the Audemer Bridge March with his fingers on the armrest of his chair. This was a king who didn't show his emotions, but he was much better at hiding his pain than his joy. No matter what good news he heard, his expression of joy was sometimes too much.

"Oh, welcome, boys from Strasbourg."

"It's an honor, Your Majesty." He saluted the man and did not forget to pull Amadeus.

Pay attention to the occasion, you see I did the same thing. His voice rang in Amadeus's ears.

I'll listen to you this time, but don't bring me here next time. A trace of resentment flashed in Amadeus' eyes, and then he saluted Louis XVI reluctantly.

There was nothing much to do next, just reporting the situation, accepting the award, and the king inviting me to attend his dinner at the Palace of Versailles.

"This is Charles Gabriel Sivert, the Governor of Saint-Pierre and Miquelon. However, he is preparing to retire. You can consult him if you have any questions. He is also one of the guests at my dinner tonight."

"One?" Amadeus caught the news and asked Louis XVI: "Will there be a banquet here tonight?"

"Yes. I am honored to be recognized by His Majesty the King and respected by my former colleagues. It is my honor to be in this position today, but I think it is time to end it."

"I hope you enjoy the banquet tonight."

The Governor was very enthusiastic, a rare enthusiasm. The Governor who was about to retire rarely chatted with the two soldiers who came to Paris from the countryside. Perhaps he thought it was an honor for them.

Unfortunately, Alvin knew this person very well. Hidden under the rank of French Brigadier General was a Templar Knight. As for why he knew this...

This guy was once one of Alvin's ghosts - when he was playing the Great Revolution, but at this point in time, that was what Arno Dorian should do.

After finding an excuse to leave the chattering Templar, Alvin and Vashak began their wonderful night in Versailles, even though the sun had not yet set.

"What do you want with that old man?"

"Let him become my puppet and real eye."

"Don't say these words I don't understand."

"If you still can't understand, there's no hope for you."

Two people were running on the various colorful carpets in the palace. Because of their clothes, many servants thought they were two unlucky guys who were in a hurry. In this palace building with nearly 10000 people living in it, no one doubted the identity of these two people.

But in the end, someone called a halt to it all.

"Gentlemen, what has happened? Why do you look so hurried?" An old voice called them. Unexpectedly, Amadeus failed to brake in time and fell directly on Alvin in front of him, pressing on him.

"Ahhh, it hurts, it hurts, you are so reckless." Alvin tried to push the musician off him while looking around to see who called them.

"Other princes, nobles, bishops and ladies of the church also live in the palace, as well as their attendants who serve them. The two men from Strasbourg are causing trouble for me as a butler by doing this."

Yes, that’s right, it’s this old man!

Alvin's eyes lit up, and he didn't care about the sarcasm in the old Parisian's words and the contempt in his eyes for the country bumpkin who had never seen the world. He kicked Amadeus, who was still a little dizzy, away and excitedly shook his hand.

"Look me in the eyes, friend."

Before Alvin traveled through time, there was a saying that went something like this.

Indecision, quantum mechanics.

Now that Alvin has used hypnosis and suggestion magic more and more, he understands the true meaning of this sentence.

"So you did it so easily?" Amadeus dusted himself off. Well, except for the kick on the butt which was a bit conspicuous, everything else was fine.

"Who do you think I am? Come on, change your clothes. This outfit is really a bit eye-catching for the dinner." Alvin patted his shoulder and motioned the butler who had just defected to take them to change clothes.

"What happened, sir?" a woman's voice came from a nearby room. "Did they bump into each other accidentally?"

"Yes, ma'am, it was my negligence. I have taken them to change their clothes." The old butler lowered his head slightly. Even after being hinted, his professionalism did not change at all.

"Ok."

Despite the promised voice, the hostess of the room still opened the door and stuck her head out with concern. At this time, Amadeus seemed to be sensed by something and looked back inadvertently.

Their eyes met, just as they had done in Schönbrunn Palace in Vienna twenty-five years earlier.

One glance for thousands of years.

PS1: Congratulations! Chapter is finally on air! o(*≧▽≦)ツ┏━┓

PS2: If there is no second episode, I will die! Ｏ(≧口≦)Ｏ

PS3: The most terrifying thing is that my vacation is gone ahhhhh w(?Д?)w

Chapter 53: Meeting an old friend after a long separation (Part )

"...Amadeus?"

The queen covered her mouth tightly, took a half step back, and even lowered her voice, extremely suppressed. Her eyes kept blinking, full of disbelief. "

She knew that there would be a banquet here tonight, and that there would be a famous musician from Vienna, who was sent by her mother at her request. He was her own exclusive court music director, Mr. Antonio Salieri.

He is also his good friend.

She had once worried about how his personality would affect his life in Vienna, but she had not expected that he would be so comfortable there, which was completely different from what she had imagined.

Maybe people will grow up. The little boy who used to run with me has become the most sought-after pearl in Europe. The sister Nanelle, who used to be my opponent on the battlefield, has lost her former glory. Whether it is good or bad, at least they have taken this step, but what about me? I am still standing still.

It's time to change all this, she thought, and when she was about to do so, the shadow of her childhood grabbed her ankles again.

She hurriedly closed the door, hugged her body with her hands, and slowly slid down the door. Her face began to turn pale, she looked aggrieved, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"We've already made up our minds..."

"You were about to come out..."

"Why did you appear in front of me without my permission?"

As she spoke, Mary's eyes were filled with sorrow and grief, with powerless tears appearing in them, and the sunlight became crystal clear through her tears.

Amadeus looked back, his eyes fixed on the door that had been hastily closed, as if praying that it could be opened again.

"Don't forget, the main stage is tonight."

A hand was placed on his shoulder. Because he was facing away from the sun, he could not see Alvin's face. He could only see the corners of his mouth that were slightly raised.

And in the place where the sunlight could not reach was the magician's somewhat scary and even crazy face, and the rows of big scarlet eyes behind him.

He wrote the first line on papyrus.

[Begin to observe the test subject Alvin's acceptance of the initial invasion.]

"Ah."

The musician turned around and walked towards the depths of the palace with the magician. His steps were accompanied by the sunlight that began to shine again and the sound of odd-toed ungulates stepping on the Persian carpet.

It has been proven more than once that changing clothes is just as troublesome for men as changing clothes for women. The two, who usually took this matter casually, took them nearly an entire afternoon to get serious about it. When they came out in high spirits, the dinner was almost about to begin.

"Hey, why are the footprints at the door a little strange?"

The old butler adjusted his reading glasses, and a footprint that did not belong to an ordinary human was clearly imprinted on the carpet.

"It should be someone's footprints, but how did it get up here?" He stood up tremblingly, holding onto the door frame. Looking at the footprints that were clearly visible but without any dirt, he scratched his hair with a headache.

"It's not an easy task to clean up..."