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

"Then let me know your story."

After she finished speaking, she smiled with a hint of playfulness. To outsiders, it seemed as if they were in the best years of their lives, creating their best story.

"A City is Built on Wisdom." All stories begin with this sentence.

Alvin didn't understand. It was just an ordinary life experience, why did these women always seem so interested in it? Whether it was Romani or Olga Marie, they both kept clamoring to go there and take a look when they were in England.

I think visiting Oxford and Cambridge would be more interesting than this.

Now there is a Frenchman added to the mix, and there is also a German uncle who is addicted to golf next to him. I guess he can pick up an art student from the street, take him to a beer hall, get him drunk and make him talk nonsense.

This marked the beginning of a new chapter in French history.

Maybe I should apply for the position of administrator of this library?

After saying this, Alvin felt a little dry in the mouth. Mary understood what he meant and left for a while. Two glasses of refreshing lemonade appeared at their side.

"Today is the day when His Majesty the King will issue a new decree, but I don't know what the decree is."

"What's the point of building a huge machine if it can't run on its own?"

I'm definitely not talking about the United Chamber of Commerce. He felt a little guilty, and after successfully taking it over as a "national enterprise" that day, he followed the inherent law of the biosphere of fishing for three days and slacking off for twenty-seven days, and would go there from time to time.

After realizing that they were all the same, he shifted his interest to slacking off, eating Xiangxiang Chicken, and creating ■■■22, and completely became a hands-off boss.

"Let's not talk about that for now. Every time I come here, I see you always go to the same place on a bookshelf and take this book. So what book are you reading? Why haven't you finished it in such a long time?"

"This is it." She held up the cover of the book, and a few large letters appeared before his eyes.

"The Legend of the Three Kings."

Alvin had a bad feeling.

"This book tells the story of the three kings of the fifth generation of Uruk and the city-state. Lei Zhe, an ordinary Eastern traveler, came to..."

Well, now it’s not a sudden change, but a crazy change. He quickly stopped Mary who was about to turn to the first page and prepare to explain in detail.

"That's it. I think I know what the story is."

Behind her, where she couldn't see, Alvin was soaked with cold sweat, and he finally asked a common question tremblingly.

"Who is the author of this book?"

"Vashak is a bard who wrote The Travels of Marco Polo in the same year. I didn't expect there are so many knowledgeable people in Genoa. I must go and see them when I have time."

He let out a long sigh and collapsed on the chair. At this time, he saw that the newspaper next to him had been changed to today's newspaper. Based on his trust in the work of the guy who scared him so much, the magician picked up the newspaper on top and started reading.

Then he suddenly stood up, grabbed Mary's hand and rushed out the door.

"What are you doing, Alvin?" She staggered a little, still trying to find her balance.

"Look at this." He handed the newspaper in his hand to the beauty beside him with excitement.

"Look at the cover, the one with the decrees issued by Louis XVI, at the very bottom."

This was the first time Mary saw Alvin so out of control. She had never seen such excitement, even fanaticism, on his face.

She looked in the direction his hand pointed.

What made Alvin so out of control was just a line of small print, but this is normal, as it is always the case when a new law is promulgated.

Article 13 From this day forward the Bourbons will be governed by the gold standard.

PS1: Are you ready to use your crystal to draw Black Hero?

PS2: Mr. Mita has recovered his sight, what are you waiting for!

—I am shipwrecked.

——Oh, that’s okay.

PS3: FZ remake is really salty...

Chapter 63 Assassin's Creed: The Revolution - Hassan

What is not well known is that the achievements of every scientist who has left his mark in human history are inseparable from a large amount of money. For example, Lavoisier, whom Alvin met on the first day, was not only the chief academician of the Royal Academy of Sciences, but also one of the eleven tax collectors personally appointed by Louis XVI.

But if you want to know who is the originator of this, the man who started this good idea and carried it forward was Sir Isaac Newton. In order to make money for his research, he accepted the invitation of his good friend, moved to London, and became the director of the Royal Mint.

According to common sense, he should be a negative example like GRF, where an amateur guides experts. However, he later became the director of the Mint. One has to sigh that there is still a gap between people.

After Newton took office, he did nothing but a small job:

Completely abandon the gold and silver bimetallic standard and make gold the only monetary standard.

Silver, times have changed.

The British Empire thus opened a new chapter, and John Bull and his empire on which the sun never sets came into being.

Although Alvin said that Louis XVI was a genius, he actually knew that the mastermind and leader behind all this was "himself".

During the day, Alvin observed the palace standing on the earth. At night, Vashak, dressed as an ordinary waiter, sneaked into the village and tampered with the content of the decree that Louis XVI was about to issue - although they could be less troublesome.

If you ask why, it's because it's fun.

Two big "inflated" words were written on Alvin's face. He could have pushed forward smoothly, but he chose to keep going, just like the inflated and optimistic team in Paris that year.

However, there is probably no time for them to go back and make immediate response decisions.

After turning a street, he suddenly stopped.

"Mary, you go back first. I suddenly remembered that I have something to do." Alvin stopped in the empty alley in front of him, as if he remembered something, and asked the girl beside him to go back first.

"Where are you going? What are you going to do?"

She looked like nothing happened, but her tightly clenched hands became even tighter and refused to let go.

"Didn't Louis XVI decree the gold standard?"

"That's true, but..."

"Think about it again, what will happen to the silver coins on the market after this decree is promulgated?"

"It will gradually withdraw from the market, or flow out...Do you want to—"

"Shh." He placed his index finger between his lips, signaling her to speak in a low voice. After Mary realized where she was at the moment, she smiled awkwardly.

"That's why I went to the Mint. Well, that's it. I regretfully end my conversation here today."

He rubbed the woman's hair, making the soft hair look like a bird's nest. Finally, he smoothed her hair out one by one while she blushed.

"That's it, see you tomorrow." After saying goodbye to Mary at the intersection, he turned and walked into the alley beside him.

Walking along with him was the shadow following behind him, as well as something lurking in the shadow.

This alley is a famous old building in Paris. There are many winding roads in it. The long alley is terribly dark. He walked alone in the alley, listening to the sound of his own footsteps.

Halfway through the walk, the magician stopped, as if waiting for something. He took out the communication tool of Chaldea after a long absence. The bracelet that was supposed to have sunk to the bottom of the Seine River somehow returned to his hand. Perhaps he really went to the riverbed.

"...I don't know if it will work now, let's give it a try."

With the intention of giving it a try, magician Alvin Vashak opened the communication for the first time in a long time. Looking at the electronic screen that was still covered with snow, he typed in a few letters. At this moment, a strange hand stretched out from the shadow and attacked the heart.

"You finally took action. I wonder which Hassan you are."

As the words fell, the movement suddenly stopped, which allowed the magician to see what was trying to attack him.

Unlike [Hassan of the Cursed Arms], the assassination method of the Hassan in front of him is very ordinary, just a simple sneak and then kill. According to an unknown Hassan passerby who is 2 meters tall, he can do a little bit of everything, but he is not proficient in any one thing. This Hassan needs to come out and apologize.

"I see, is it Hassan of the Hundred Faces? I'm really shocked. If it's Hassan of the Cursed Arms, then I can't talk here anymore."

"Let me think about it. Among the 80 clones of Hassan of the Hundred Faces, who is the most proficient in assassination... Gozel of the Weird Arm?"

He or she was firmly pinned down and could no longer move. They could only wait there silently for death to come.

"A Noble Phantasm formed based on the multiple personalities of the previous life. 80 souls exist in one single entity. After dispersing its own soul, it can exist in the present world as multiple Heroic Spirits, with the possibility of unconsciously expressing itself."

"80 lives! I wish I had 80 lives when I play Dark Souls."

"He originally suffered from multiple personality disorder, but it turned out to be a blessing in disguise. He now has a variety of skills, rich knowledge, and a strange spirituality that is completely unpredictable. He has become a strong contender for the 19th generation of Hassan Sabbah."

"Then, the elders of the sect united and eliminated the girl whose faith was more devout than everyone else, on the grounds of lack of originality and insufficient faith, right? The last one, Hassan Sabbah?"

The clone that was originally under control suddenly rioted, and the magician felt anger and guilt from it, which was the fear of having his biggest secret ruthlessly exposed.

"...Lack of originality, huh, as if you are not the same, idiot. Perhaps you are the one who should hand over the head most among the 19 Hassans."

"Because it is divided, no matter how many parts are added, the total amount of its ability remains the same. Therefore, the more parts are divided, the lower the ability of each individual is. Moreover, there is no telepathy connection... What on earth do you do for a living?"

"You know, you are as fragile as an ADC in front of me. Your A-level aura blocking is nothing in front of me. Let me give you a suggestion. When you go back, take a good look at the Holy Grail War in Snowfield, USA in a parallel world. There is an EX-level person there, and of course, your competitor at that time."

"Goodbye then. Remember to move together next time, or you won't be able to kill me."

The magician looked at the guy in front of him who had given up resistance with disappointment and couldn't help shaking his head. What did it mean to just extend one hand?

Too embarrassed to see anyone?

His fingertips gathered the ether in the air, and finally condensed it into a small red ball. With a wave of his finger, he ended his mission as one of the eighty personalities.

"The Gandr of the Flatt Church is really different. It's worthy of a genius who hasn't graduated from the Second Classroom in 5102." He blew on his fingers, blew away the non-existent ash, and headed towards the mint under the United Chamber of Commerce - Alvin really wanted to go there.

Also in Paris, in an abandoned church outside the city, Bai Mao, after confirming the death of one of his personalities, sat down and leaned directly on his back.

"What's the situation?" With his right hand wrapped tightly in a cursed wrist, he asked about the information Baimao had obtained.

"We're in trouble, Hassan-senpai. I couldn't get any intelligence, and the personality was killed."

"Really? It looks like this mission is going to be very difficult."

Zhuwan felt a little regretful, but he was not the kind of person who would stop when encountering difficulties, so he left here and thought of countermeasures.

Baimao lied.

Gozel of the Strange Arm did not send back no news at all. He risked his disappearance at an increased speed and desperately passed on this information. However, it was more like a sentence than a piece of information.

The individual as a group, or the individual as a shadow of the group?

PS1: The two Hassans whose names are not mentioned are Fan Xinzi and Shadow Lantern, from Narita's "Fate/strange fake"

PS2: Let’s go watch G2’s game later. GRF, die!

PS3: If you don't see any updates later, don't be sad or afraid, it's just because the Shining Festival has begun. o(￣ヘ￣o＃)

Chapter 64 Money Money Money

So, what was originally said just to get people away turned out to be true.

"I didn't expect that I would actually go to the Mint." Alvin walked out of the dark alley and bathed in the warm sunshine again, feeling that the world is impermanent.

"But a Servant still appears... Hassan of the Hundred Faces, is this a DLC for a collaboration between Type-Moon and Ubisoft in a certain world line?"

"But the most urgent thing is to get to the mint as soon as possible. Those guys with a keen sense of smell are probably one step ahead of others."

Even though Alving had issued a decree through Louis XVI to completely abandon the bimetallic standard and make gold the only monetary standard, France's current society is still based on the bimetallic standard. What will happen to silver?

Perhaps they were sold and hidden among the people, or perhaps they were shipped overseas for large-scale arbitrage. As a trainee capitalist, based on the principle that no Paradox player is innocent, Alvin decided to make some small contribution to Chaldea.

Although the official mint is firmly controlled in the hands, the most indispensable thing in this world is channels. In fact, in Paris, anyone who can make a name for himself can mint coins privately.

While tampering with the content of the decree, Vashak also copied Newton's mistakes at the time - he priced gold too high and silver too low. According to historical laws, many people will buy a large amount of silver and export it, and then sell gold to the mint, taking advantage of the fact that cross-border commodity trading is not yet developed and the gold-silver exchange rate of various countries has not yet been unified, and making profits from it.

But the situation is different now. In the previous operations, he has already stockpiled a large amount of Silver Desler. Those vampires with a keen sense of smell will soon discover that

Where are the silver coins? Where are the silver coins?

——They were all hoarded in advance.

In addition, as the amount of silver certificates issued by the Bank of France gradually exceeds the amount needed for circulation, the silver certificates certified by the government will depreciate, market prices will rise, and total social demand will be greater than total social supply, which will in turn detonate the market.

Now that the foundation is broken, the next thing is simple.

"But there are still too few silver bills circulating in the market. So I'm stepping up my efforts..."

Unlike those capitalists, Alvin gave himself a more descriptive title.

Vampire

Since it is a singularity, there should be no problem for me to do a practical course. After all, we still have to do the project.

But just when he was about to take the first step on his journey to kingly rule, he was pulled off his horse.

"Sir, can you tell me how to get here?"

A black girl held up a road drawn on a map and asked everyone she met how to get there, but people either didn't know the answer or just ignored her.