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

It is really an extremely ironic fact that he continued to torture his soul after he became an adult, but in the end he got failure, and even his most proud work was taken away.

Obviously, I am his only confidant in this world, but why?

Starting from Nanelle, Haydn, Salieri, and the lily, even though there are not many of them, why does a smile appear on my face when I meet them?

He cast a very vicious curse.

He alienated himself from his beloved sister, framed his best friend for a crime she hadn't committed, and, during a well-known escape attempt, deliberately interfered with Mary's only escape route.

Of course, all these actions were punished. It lost its own divine talent, an excellent bloodline heir, and a person who only it could understand.

The black unicorn watched the man's figure gradually disappearing in the increasingly cold wind.

He ran non-stop in the direction he came from, as if he had wings on his ribs and the wind under his feet, all in a race against time.

Then, I humbly asked her to forgive me for my behavior at that time.

When the man saw her falling from the windowsill, he almost fainted on the spot, but he reacted quickly, taking two steps at a time and making a somersault, trying to grab the hand.

He succeeded, at the last moment.

"Mary! Hold on to my hand!"

Mary, who had already prepared herself to die, raised her head and looked into Amadeus' eyes, which were not only red and swollen but also bloodshot.

When was the last time I saw no bloodshot in his eyes?

Oh, yes, I remember I asked this question before.

"You can't ask something that doesn't exist, Mary, next question."

After answering this question, he went back to the piano and continued practicing. Later I learned that he was suffering from insomnia.

"I'll pull you up right away, grab the edge of the balcony first." He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but he still didn't dare to slow down. If he failed to pull Mary up in time, then what would happen next would not be something he could control.

And this is Versailles...

When he thought of this, he wanted to curse.

Where are the people? Where have they gone? Where are the 10000 waiters and maids? Is it true that no one noticed that your queen is here?

What efficiency!

Mary grabbed the edge with her other hand. The wide skirt did not seem to interfere with her movements. Under the somewhat bloated dress, there was an elegant and agile figure.

As soon as her feet touched the smooth railing, she jumped into Amadeus' arms.

"I am back."

"Ah, welcome back."

He held the girl in his arms. This time, he was no longer as gentle as before. His arms were stronger and stronger, as if he wanted to merge her into his chest. Mary was almost suffocated by his embrace. She stretched out her hands and hugged his thin body, which just exploded with huge energy.

Amadeus shuddered slightly, and suddenly pulled Mary away. She seemed a little confused by the separation, and was looking at him in confusion, her long eyelashes fluttering gently, her wet pupils shining brightly.

"Look at what you have become."

She looked at her clothes, which were covered with dust and looked gray. She could not wear them to the party.

"It's time to go back and change into a new set." He flicked the dust off his body. The area covered wasn't very large, so he could barely go back to participate in the second half. This way, he wouldn't be so embarrassed if he was recognized by acquaintances.

"You can go back and change, of course, but..." She looked cunning and hugged him again.

"Take me back."

"Go back by yourself."

"Carry me back."

"No."

"Just this once!"

"How do you want me to perfectly bypass all the servants and maids in the palace while holding you?" The musician finally gave in and agreed to this willful request.

"Hehe. I knew you would agree."

Before she could finish her words, Amadeus grabbed her by the waist and picked her up, causing her to scream.

"Why don't you say something!" She looked a little dissatisfied, but it soon disappeared, and instead she began to point at the muscles on Amadeus' arms.

"Amadeus, when did you start having these?"

"I usually work out. And a concert takes a lot of energy. Really, what do you know about that?"

"Hehe." She once again showed her innocent and foolish smile, without any embellishment or preparation. It was not a professional smile, but a smile that came from the heart.

Those who are here now are not musicians and queens, but just two childhood sweethearts.

As they gradually moved away from the Hall of Mirrors, the only sound in the air was his footsteps, which sounded solid and caring.

His expression struggled for a long time, as if he was entangled in something, but finally he made up his mind.

"Tut mir leid, Mary."

"Es spielt keine Rolle, Amadeus." (It's all right, Amadeus)

As if she had expected it, she accepted the apology, which was eighteen years late, without hesitation.

There is no need to dwell on what happened that night in 1770.

Now we just need to live in the present.

Even if I wake up the next day and find myself back in the same monotonous life as before.

But at least today, we can still be together.

"Click——"

The sound of a camera shooting was heard, and then a photo slowly appeared from the magenta old-fashioned camera.

The man and woman in the photo smiled, and it was a smile from the heart.

【The name of the photo should be Ich liebe dich. 】

PS1: Don’t forget what the cake’s motto is.

PS2: Little Sheep | Brand new from the factory, I only need two shields to release a six-star team.

By the way, the popularity of boat tours seems to have died down a bit, which is very Yukinoshita Yukino.

PS3: 500 yuan to survive this month...

Chapter 56 I will win a great victory

"What are we doing??"

[Destroyed weapons left by French male soldiers during the Hundred Years' War, 9.5% new. 】

The two Englishmen leaned against the wall, observing Shay's actions while chewing on a baguette. The young nobles around them entered the ballroom with either the women they had just met or their own female companions.

Of course no one saw them.

"When did you learn optical camouflage?" Alvin chewed the bread-like object in his hand, crushing it with his teeth before swallowing it.

"It tasted like crap, I even thought fish and chips was better than this."

He decided to let the weapon die on its own. After all, there were so many authentic French delicacies on the table, so why destroy the weapon here?

"By the way, will this thing be useful to Chaldea? Although I think it is very likely that he will give this hot potato to us."

[If possible, I want both the Precursor box and the five Gold apples. As for what this thing is used for... you will know when the time comes.]

The two men simultaneously threw their weapons aside. It was difficult for two people with such a picky taste to chew on this thing.

[She went to see her old lover, but you still have to work here. Do you really not have that thought? ]

"what idea?"

【Take off the mask. I am looking forward to this kind of hero's return.】

"I'm not a hero." He smiled self-deprecatingly.

"When the time is right, the hypocritical mask will naturally fall off the face, revealing the original ugly face."

"But something's wrong. De Russell has been gone for so long, why hasn't anyone come to pick a fight?" Alvin looked at the man, who was sitting at his seat at the kitchen table, savoring his hometown's mashed potatoes and cabbage, the common Irish staple that had accompanied him through the first sixteen years of his life.

"De Russell was really thoughtful. He even found out that Shay was from Ireland."

He looked at the ordinary staple food in front of him that was specially tailored for him, his eyes filled with nostalgia. If it weren't for that storm, he would probably have taken over his father's position and become a captain.

Simple mashed potatoes, with kale and butter, seasoned with shallots. This is my earliest memory of Ireland.

When was the last time he tasted this? He picked up the knife and fork in his hand, and as he ate, he gradually recalled some long-forgotten past events.

Life in the assassin organization is not pleasant.

Acquire the Voynich manuscript.

Lisbon earthquake.

betray.

Met George Monroe.

Join the Knights Templar.

Saying goodbye to the past at the North Pole, and stopping a man from killing someone who had shown no regard for the loss of innocent lives.

Finally, he came to France, and after receiving the commendation from Louis XVI, he killed the assassin named Charles Dorian and retrieved the box. Then he told de la Serre that it was time for him to retire.

The person holding Russell's daughter's hand just now seemed to be his son. I feel sorry for you from the bottom of my heart, kid.

Even though the dish tasted a little different from what Shay remembered, with butter replaced with cream and poached eggs, it was still unforgettable.

But there are always people who disturb people's sweet dreams.

"Hey, old man, have you finished your mashed potatoes?" A malicious voice sounded, the voice was casual but full of provocation.

"I've finished eating it. It tastes okay."

"Then get out of here! This is Parisian territory, and you lowly guys can't come in!"

"I don't know how you got here, old man, but looking at your clothes... I guess this is the only time you come here in your life. You should feel honored, old man."

"You are lucky that you met me and not someone else, otherwise you would not be so lucky. My request is very simple." The arrogant young nobleman stretched out his smooth and shiny shoes.

"There's some dust on it, just wipe it clean for me. Oh, and remember to use your mouth."

Shay ignored the guy with brain palsy. He picked up the Guinness next to him, drank it slowly, then stood up and prepared to leave, ignoring the guy yelling behind him.

When people get older, they will cultivate their character, and Shay is no exception. If he had the same temper as he had in the Assassin Order...

If I kill you within three days, your entire home will be destroyed!

"I'm calling you, old man!"

The fat on his face not only hid the fact that he was angry, but also made him look a little funny.

"Ah..." Shay sighed. Even though he had begun to cultivate his character, it did not mean that he had said goodbye to his past self.

This is probably what ignorance is all about.

But just as he was about to take action, a hearty voice was heard from the empty Hall of Mirrors.

"I'm sorry, but what I like most is to help those in need when I see injustice."

For this opportunity, Alvin not only gave up his desire for French cuisine, but also gave up the basic rules of being a gentleman of the British Empire. He just stayed there and even destroyed the standard weapons of the French army, just to wait for this moment. Of course, this was also inseparable from Shay's assistance. After all, Shay was addicted to fishing after retirement, and he didn't even change into the appropriate clothes for the banquet.

Regardless, this time, Alvin will win big.

"Asshole! Where are you from, bastard?"

The kneeling man who was kicked to the ground uttered wild and rude words, and the style of that kick on the buttocks was particularly conspicuous. After a few more years of practice, he will become a star of the British Empire in the future.

"I always thought that this kind of young noble with cerebral palsy was made up by writers, but I didn't expect it to be taken from a real case. There really is such a guy with cerebral palsy."

He was at a loss for words when confronted with the rebuttal, and ended up bringing up his own identity and background.

"I am the young master of the Darrell family! Who the hell are you? I advise you to apologize as soon as possible, otherwise I will make you wish you were dead!"

"Darrell...what's your name?"

"My name is Morey! I am the third son of the family. What do you think? Are you scared? If you are, apologize immediately. Maybe I will reward you with some small treasures if I am in a good mood."

Seeing Alvin's expression begin to flicker, he had already thought about how to punish this mysterious man of unknown origin. Looking at Alvin's luxurious clothes, greed was revealed in his eyes.