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

"Darryl Morey, right..." Alvin's face turned completely dark, and this time he really had no psychological resistance at all.

"Your name is Morey!"

PS1: The Chinese competition was really ugly, in stark contrast to Guangzhou.

PS2: Watching Manchester United is just for fun, but if it's just for fun it will only harm Manchester United.

PS3: It feels like FZ can graduate by regenerating every day...

Chapter 57 Angel came to me

Last time, when Shay was enjoying the Irish food from his hometown, he unexpectedly was picked on by a brainless young nobleman.

After all, Shay had a glorious past. She had rarely had such an experience in the past thirty years. Unexpectedly, this unprecedented situation occurred while she was enjoying her retirement life. This made her want to kill for the first time in a long time, and she was also amazed that this arrogant and rude guy could live to this age.

But just when Shay was about to draw his sword, a Kamen Rider appeared by passing by and beat him up.

It's you who showed up so late! You let me keep the foie gras there instead of eating bread in the corner!

In terms of magic skills, Alvin considers himself to be just so-so, but if you talk about fighting skills, then he is not tired. In his 26 years of life, since the first conflict he initiated in elementary school, he has established his special status in this regard.

Back then, Chen Daozi used to chop all the way from Causeway Bay to Tsim Sha Tsui with a knife. It is no problem for me, Alan, to chop all the way from Piccadilly to Fleet Street.

As for Canal Street... let's just pretend it doesn't exist.

The former British empire is now in France, striking hard at the nobles, and will not leave until this brainless guy is beaten black and blue.

When he straightened up again, brushed off the non-existent dust on his body and was about to leave, he was stopped by someone.

"Alvin Vasago?"

Although the sentence is in the form of a question, the tone is unquestionably affirmative.

"I just saw someone polluting the air, so I took action. Captain of the Moringen."

"The Moringen, it has been retired in the port of Marseille for a long time."

When he mentioned his beloved ship girl, a softened look appeared on his face, but he didn't want to have the experience of destroying the Assassin's Brotherhood in North America again.

"It seems that what Caster said is right, the magician from the future, I think we can talk."

When he uttered the word "Caster" in English with an Irish accent, the magician smiled with a look of success.

Ah, yes, I've finally been waiting for this.

"I'm looking forward to it." After saying that, he walked towards the dance hall without looking back. After all, the main battlefield tonight was there.

As Alvin walked towards the ballroom, he bumped into a gentleman's shoulder.

"Sorry, sir."

"It's nothing, have a nice evening, young man."

After the middle-aged man said he didn't mind, the magician didn't give in and continued along the originally planned route. After all, being able to attend such a dance party was worth the trip.

I guess Li Xiang and the others are still sleeping outdoors at this time, haha. It seems that it was a very correct decision for me to leave the team and appear alone.

With this mood, he entered the ballroom where the orchestra was playing the Minuet by Italian composer Boccherini. However, it was more like moving from one end of the Hall of Mirrors to the other than a ballroom.

As the minuet sounded, the entire mirror hall seemed to be immersed in a world of flowers and brocade. The gorgeous music slowly unfolded, like flowing water. The light from the crystal lamps gradually faded. Everything was so beautiful that it made time linger. In the small room, there was a world of hesitation and splendor.

"You're late, Alvin." Rousseau said goodbye to the girl he had just danced with and walked towards him.

"This is already the third wave. Those with excellent looks and good looks have all been lured away. They should be watching Mozart's play The Marriage of Figaro in the theater now, and then spend a wonderful night in a room in this palace."

“How is the soundproofing?”

"Everything is fine except the problem of keeping warm."

The two walked to the wine table. Bordeaux red wines were stacked together to form a wine tower. The bottom was filled with wine glasses, which were prepared for the guests who wanted to take a short break.

"Cheers?"

“Cheers.”

The two men clinked their glasses together, then drank them all in one gulp, put the empty glasses on the table next to them, and then heard the sound of a saxophone behind them.

"To be honest, I actually prefer the Blue Butterfly Armagnac brandy."

"That stuff is really hard to get. If you get a bottle or two, remember to call me."

"Let's not talk about that for now. Why don't you do the same as him?" He pointed at Voltaire on the dance floor, who was currently fighting on multiple fronts with several young women.

"We are both playboys, why are you here chatting with me?"

"I don't have his ability to walk through a sea of ​​flowers without getting hurt."

Rousseau's eyes were somewhat complicated.

Who wants to stay in second place forever?

If he was able to enter Valhalla because of his acquired efforts, then he was destined to be a genius from the moment he was born.

In fact, their relationship was not that bad at the beginning, but why did they drift apart later?

He himself couldn't explain it.

"By the way, you said before that I couldn't meet those women, right?" Alvin put down the wine glass in his hand and pointed at a beautiful woman who no one invited.

"Mira, Sofía."

He walked up to the lovely white angel and extended an invitation to her.

"Would you like one, pretty lady?"

Her green eyes twinkled, and after putting down the book in her hand, she happily placed her hand in Alvin's.

"my pleasure."

Her voice was pure yet slightly hoarse. She was wearing a low-cut pure white dress and had snow-white attractive skin. She danced slowly. The slower the dance, the sexier she looked. She had a kind of decadent beauty. If she accepted Alvin's invitation in the banquet hall out of impatience, then at this moment she seemed to have found a sense of home. Although it was her first time to attend such a dance, she did not feel strange at all. It seemed that she belonged here.

She took the first step after the fire in the convent.

"I'm actually not very good at dancing." Her face turned red, her voice was as low as a mosquito's hum, and she looked a little embarrassed.

"Just follow the rhythm. The little dance steps are very simple."

The moonlight is like silver, passing through the numerous windows and the pearly brilliance, illuminating the gorgeous men and women in the myriad of lights, illuminating their holding fingers, their gently supported waists, their drifting dance steps, and their smiles at each other.

Her dance steps are light and her posture is graceful, as if she is expressing the joy in her heart.

"May I know your name, beautiful lady?"

"Charlotte Corday."

"It's a nice name." The magician looked calm and gentle as always.

It is indeed a nice name, Charlotte Corda. With her charming appearance and the assassination plan she completed alone, she is truly worthy of the name of an angel.

【Assassination Angel】

PS1: The unpacked data tells me that this is another team that Tatsuka has a crush on, but the character illustration is a bit disappointing.

PS2: Western Shadow Ashe is pretty good, I bought it.

PS3: So should she be considered the female character in the French chapter...what number is she?

Chapter 58 Boys and Girls

"Go left and up. There's a door at the end."

"Why is there so much fancy stuff in the Palace of Versailles, with secret passages and switches? The Sun King is really too idle."

"To be honest, I was also surprised when I first discovered this secret door. I remember that time I was in the Louvre and found this secret passage under the firewood pile in the fireplace of the room."

“I was very curious at the time, where was it going?”

"The results of it?"

"I walked from the Louvre to Fontainebleau. It was already noon when I looked at the time. Later I realized that I had walked a full 60 kilometers..."

"Don't your feet hurt?"

"It hurts so much! Who knew I would have to walk so far! My feet hurt so much that I couldn't get out of bed for three days!" The girl on the boy's back kept hitting him, and only stopped after he begged for mercy.

The girl looked very angry, but the smile on her face was complete, clear, careful and real.

But the journey eventually came to an end, and Amadeus carried Mary up the stairs and came to a plain wooden door.

"We're here, Mary. So can you tell me where we're going?"

"Just open the door and you'll find out."

"Ok."

In front of her, Amadeus would always be eaten up. Looking back on the past, he was also a gentle and easy-going man who could tell dirty jokes. As a result, not only did his dirty jokes get permanently VAC, but he was also not so gentle and easy-going anymore.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing, I just remembered what someone said and I'm a little curious about what he said about 'Zuan'."

Mary thought about it and wondered if this was a place name that did not appear on the map. Not knowing where it was, she asked the musician below her.

"Zuan, what is that place?"

"According to him, everyone is elegant and easy-going, and their words are sweet. It is a good place for verbal exchanges."

He opened the door, and was greeted by a row of women's clothing, ranging from home wear to evening gowns. Amadeus was stunned.

"This can't be your room."

"That's it!"

Ever since he met his former lover, he found that he sighed almost as many times today as he did in the past year.

To be honest, he no longer cared about the teasing that Mary brought to him today. The happiness of the past had forever remained in the dusty memory. No matter how much emotion or how good the conditions were, they could not bring back the initial touch. So when Mary asked him to close his eyes and put on the wedding dress he gave her, it was simply not a big deal to Amadeus.

Can't refuse.

It was a rose-colored satin dress, which, because of time, had been worn very short, with a black skirt that could not be any smaller. She wore a wreath of rosebuds on her forehead, and on her feet she wore silk stockings and little white satin sandals.

"Do you like it? It's a little tight though. It's a bit old after all." She walked up to Amadeus, her azure eyes moving smartly, just like that day.

"Now, I hand myself over to you."

She put her arms around his neck and fell onto the bed in the hotel. She licked the tip of his ear with her wet tongue, like a demon tempting people to fall, making him unable to extricate himself.

But this time it was different, she just hugged him, just hugged him.

"Is this a dream, Amadeus?"

"When I saw you again, I really couldn't believe my eyes. How could it be possible? You were in Vienna, you had your career, how could you come here?"

"I know that people like you are totally uninterested in banquets and even somewhat disgusted by them, so I walked out and waited for you outside."

“It was a bit cold, but at least I got the answer.”

She raised her head and looked into Amadeus' eyes with affection. The tenderness and reluctance in the depths of her eyes lingered faintly.

"No, it's not a dream, Mary."

She looked up and saw Amadeus crying. He bent over and kissed her, soft as a butterfly. "I love you, Mary."

After arriving in Paris, her world had never been so beautiful as it was at this moment. She knew that no matter how many trials there were in the future, she would always remember that at this brilliant moment, she had touched heaven.

Even if it’s a paradise in dreams.

Their lips touched each other, their teeth intertwined, rubbing and entangled, the boy's hands around the girl's waist, the girl slumped weakly in the boy's arms, her hands hooked around his neck, he gently kissed her collarbone, the beautiful collarbone that was almost transparent under the light, drawing a graceful curve.

"Liebst du mich? (Do you love me?)"

"Ja. (Yes)"

"Beweise es mir." (Prove it to me)

The girl was lying on the big white bed, holding her beloved boy in her arms. The boy's head was resting on the soft ball, and his hands were starting to move in a naughty way.

When the boy's hand quietly touched the dumpling, the girl's body trembled slightly and her tears flowed even harder.

"This really isn't a dream, is it?"

"It's not a dream, my girl."

"Will you be by my side when I wake up tomorrow?"