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

Oh, God, I was stunned when he said this calmly.

There are actually people saying that this country is about to be overthrown?

I quickly changed the subject, after all, this could really cause trouble. But the next second he inadvertently mentioned someone's name.

Charles de Secondat, Baron de Montesquieu’s real name. And it is because of Baron de Montesquieu that we have reached the point where we are today.

Then, very politely, he kissed my hand.

Oh, by the way, there was an assassin at that time, and he almost succeeded, but the man I least wanted to see kicked him in the wrist.

Now that I think about it, the prologue of the story probably began at that time.

Ironically, the guy who initially wandered around the bars in Paris to escape, after hearing the news from somewhere, pretended to be late and played the role of a nearly perfect good husband in front of everyone.

Mary Jane Rowland had a secret, a secret known only to her.

She showed rare talent from a young age, and her parents also worked hard to cultivate her. By the time she was sixteen or seventeen years old, her reputation as a talented woman had spread throughout Paris.

But while God gave Mary a mind full of wisdom, he also gave her a body full of desires.

A precocious girl often feels an irresistible impulse in the middle of the night, but her mind tells her that except for marriage, all physical pleasures are sins.

In order to overcome her unruly body, the young girl Mary tried every possible means.

Sometimes I would stand on the cold stone floor all night and end up catching a cold.

Sometimes he used bread covered with charcoal ash for breakfast as a punishment for himself, but one day he suddenly fainted and was sent to see a doctor by his panicked parents.

In order to win this difficult struggle, the girl forced herself to bury herself deeper in books and refused to approach all men of the same age - because they would awaken the desires suppressed deep in her body.

This is also the reason why she eventually married Roland, who was 20 years older than her. Not only because they had the same upbringing and interests, but also because Roland's age made her feel at ease. She could use the same mentality as she did with her parents to establish a marital relationship maintained by a spiritual bond.

——That’s what she thought before getting married.

But now, he is here.

At banquets, at the Guildhall, in the suburbs of Paris, in Strasbourg, on the quays.

She didn't know when, but the passion that had been dormant for so many years awakened at this moment; she didn't know when, but she fell hopelessly in love with him, Alvin Vashak, the man from the future.

Now, in Versailles, she decided to confess everything and show her true feelings.

But the consequence of breaking this balance without authorization is disappointment.

what the hell.

It turns out that this has always been my wishful thinking.

At this moment, the hand she was about to take back was held down by someone. When she raised her head, she met his eyes.

It was a very light blue, his eyes were firm and sharp, and the other eye was covered by a finely crafted monocle. Despite this, it did not affect his temperament at all, but instead added a bit of wisdom to him.

"If it's just dancing, I guess I have no problem with it."

As the words fell, he snapped his left finger towards the crowd, and instantly the Hall of Mirrors in Versailles changed into another appearance. The originally magnificent hall became a world of only the two of them, with the singing of the choir accompanying their ears.

"An der schönen blauen Donau,Walzer,op.314"

He called out the name of a piece of music, and after a brief pause, Johann Strauss's classic work began.

"Would you like to waltz with me, my dear Mary?" He invited the woman in front of him again.

Her fingers trembled slightly, and after a while she gently touched it, as if she was carefully touching a cracked treasure that could shatter at any time, with tears in her eyes.

"Why not, my dear Alvin?"

Chaldeas

"Why is it still green after I changed the light bulb? No, I have to go to the logistics department."

After Romani muttered a few words, she walked towards the logistics department. The green light was dim, shining on her head.

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PS1: Team Liquid is simply two-on-three, and the first-generation top laner Yami is the best.

PS2: Why did I see the ceiling and floor of domestic junglers in just one day?

PS3: Picture is so fun that I have to look at Group B.

PS4: G2 game is really late...

Chapter 61: Calm Days

I think everyone should have such a person in their life. Whenever they think of him, they want to cry and feel sad and regretful. Even if it has been a long time, they will still burst into tears when they see him.

—Mary Jean Manon

Alvin claimed that he really just danced with them, with all his undeserved honor.

Why do these people's eyes look different?

On the Saint-Cloud golf course, a few disrespectful old guys watched Alvin swinging his club, making a meaningless funny noise every time he swung.

The result was that in the match with Goethe, he was beaten by the middle-aged men from Weimar with a score of 77 strokes below par. Afterwards, he was so angry that he chased those guys and beat them all the way.

So what kind of results did Alvin achieve?

Take the 18 strokes on the 72-hole course as an example. In today's first round, the ball was hit into the bunker 13 times, bogeyed 21 times, out of bounds 15 times, lost the ball 8 times, fell into the water 10 times, and the remaining 7 times were due to the turf being cut off during the swing...

When Goethe finished the first three holes in 15 strokes, Alvin was still on the first hole;

While Goethe completed the challenge of holes one to nine, Alvin was still trying to dig the ball out of the bunker;

While Goethe was enjoying a Johnnie Walker stout on the 19th hole, Alvin was still struggling to complete the challenge of the first nine holes.

Even in such an unlucky year, he still had to worry about the maintenance of the golf course. He began to doubt whether he was here to repair the singularity or to shoot the movie "Paris Holiday".

Of course, this all happened on the second day of the banquet, and our musician Amadeus was still nowhere to be seen, but he was not worried, because he could guess what he was doing with his feet.

They were either sleeping in each other's arms in the Queen's suite on the south side of the main building of the Palace of Versailles, or doing morning exercises. It was only the first day and they had already rekindled their old love. How could this go on in the long run?

Alvin began to doubt whether it was the right decision to trick Amadeus into coming to Paris. It might not be a big deal for the time being, but if they stayed together for a long time, they might even have a child.

So when he saw a guy with long blond hair, speaking authentic German and half-familiar French, chatting up a French girl, the brothers immediately regretted their decision.

There should be no doubt that this guy with a good-looking appearance and an interesting soul would not be able to survive.

"How was your night?"

"Huh... a feeling that is hard to describe in words."

Amadeus still remembers the madness of that night. It was as if the two of them had been suppressed for a long time. The whole process could only be described as "crazy", no, "insane". That warm ball, that smooth and delicate skin, and that flawless body...

Ah, everything is so beautiful. They are just two newbies 25 years ago, but now the two adults have entered the adult world again. From the bedroom to the private room to the windowsill, the entire Queen's suite is filled with that atmosphere.

Everything was just as it was 25 years ago, so Amadeus could not find any flaws at all. When he revisited the old place, both of them were satisfied and sighed...

When he woke up and saw Mary's beautiful face, there were traces of tears on her face, but she still showed a smile that came from the heart - pure, flawless, and full of the happiness of having a long-cherished wish come true.

Amadeus stroked her long, messy hair carefully. A white arm stretched out from under the quilt. Under her long, soft hair, a snow-white neck was exposed, as well as the strawberry mark on the tip of the iceberg. On the other side of the quilt, a small, pink foot was playfully exposed. After a while, it seemed to feel the cold and shrank back slightly...

Then, Amadeus, the Rapid Vienna star wearing the No. 9 jersey, scored twice in the second half...

After helping Mary clean up and freshen the air, Mary kicked Amadeus back with three parts of reluctance, three parts of shyness and four parts of anger.

"Hey, young man, I see you have amazing bones, I didn't expect you to be a pure yang--"

Alvin, who could no longer tolerate it, finally decided to take action. On the golf course, I was timid and submissive, and suffered all kinds of bullying, but off the course, I punched hard and beat the greatest musician to a pulp.

As a result, on the second day...

"I am leaving."

He took a last look before leaving. Not only was the musician multitasking, casting a death stare at himself while composing his work, but Voltaire had the look of an old father who thought "his child has finally grown up".

Isn't it just going out?

As for doing this?

"Sorry I'm late."

"It's okay, I just got here too."

She was standing under a tree holding a parasol. When she saw Alvin coming out, her eyes were full of tenderness. She trotted over to him and held his hand.

The culprit who caused Alvin to lose his golf game appeared.

"Where are we going today?"

"The library of the University of Paris. There is what I need."

On the carriage to the University of Paris, she leaned against him without noticing, revealing half of her snow-white shoulders, her white and tender neck, and her delicate clavicle. Her newly permed curly hair, slightly damp at the ends, was unruly gathered on her other shoulder. Her delicate eyebrows, graceful figure, and silky smooth skin did not look like a 33-year-old woman at all.

Alvin's idea was simple. Mary Jane was undoubtedly the best partner around him. With her familiarity with Paris and France, and Alvin's presence, she might be the best partner he had during this time away from Chaldea.

So it was natural for me to agree to her request to become her couple - spiritual couple, or in other words, platonic love.

——Let’s go to the world on our own.

Students at the University of Paris often see a loving couple sitting at the table by the window every Saturday afternoon. The boy is concentrating on studying the knowledge in the books, while the girl rests her chin on her crossed fingers, doing nothing but looking at the boy quietly.

This situation continued until the day before Louis XVI promulgated the new law in May.

PS1: Why is there a BAD AND trend...

PS2: I seem to have forgotten the only designated heroine of this book...but it is indeed difficult for her to appear in this situation.

PS3: There really is no 58.5 chapters, nor is there a so-called 20000-word 58 chapters. Really! Really! Really! (?ー?)

Chapter 62: Louis XVI, you are such a genius!

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The origin of May is said to be related to Maya, the goddess of spring and life in Roman mythology. As the third month of spring in the northern hemisphere, although it is spring on the surface, everyone knows that summer is here.

“Honestly, sitting here every Saturday, I feel like I’m back in the days of UoN.”

In the afternoon, the library of the University of Paris is filled with young people who have beautiful dreams about the future. They raise their cold eyes to look at the books in their hands, trying to capture the overflowing human knowledge in the heavy bricks and be in a daze, just like themselves who wish to immerse themselves in those twelve libraries on the eve of every final exam.

Looking back now, I feel a little nostalgic.

Especially the dormitory building with a central heating system. After experiencing the sulfur dioxide produced by burning coal every day, I realized how stupid I was in the past.

But the problem is that the woman in front of me doesn’t know what UoN is.

"UoN? What is that? Can you tell me about it? I'm curious."

This was not an isolated case. Whenever Alvin inadvertently talked about his past, Mary, who was sitting opposite him, would suddenly put down the book in her hand and pester him to tell her about his past.

It's just a big version of Chitanda Eru.

Alvin once asked her why she was so passionate about his past.

"Didn't you say yourself that you came from the future?"

"Indeed, but what does it matter?"

"Then you must know my final outcome."

He nodded. On November 1793, 11, the beautiful woman in front of him was sent to the guillotine. Before her execution, she left the famous words in front of the Statue of Liberty:

O Liberté, que de crimes on commet en ton nom! (O Liberty, how many crimes are committed in your name!)

I still remember that this was what my professor taught in my elective course, and this was also the first time Alvin knew about this woman.

Alvin suddenly remembered something. He seemed to have received a gift from the professor at the end of the semester.

"I'll give you a machine that automatically despises France."

If she knew about this, she wouldn't kill me...

Probably not, the color of the current flag still represents the Bourbon royal family, not the later version cut along the dotted line.

Just as he was recalling this incident, she suddenly pushed the stool away, stood up, bent down, and they stuck close to each other.

The curtains by the window were not drawn but half open, and the golden sunlight shone in from the window. The scorching temperature seemed to cool down the moment it touched him, just like the feeling of opening a refrigerator, with a clear coolness.

"Do you know about equivalent exchange?"

"Now that you know, then——"

She tilted her head slightly, gently rubbed his face, and whispered in his ear: