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

But this is normal. The girl only has a thin black tights that barely covers her body. And unlike ordinary white skin, her skin is a healthier black. Add on the bright blue short hair, and eleven out of ten people would think that this girl escaped from somewhere.

Of course, this is a secondary factor. What makes everyone stay away from her is the white skull mask made of bones on her face, which makes people feel fear from the bottom of their hearts.

Then, Alvin was targeted.

He took the map and looked carefully at the route drawn on it. Although it was a map of modern Paris, the texture of the map was very old and incompatible with this era.

The girl's final destination was an abandoned church in the suburbs. Regardless of whether the church still exists, it seems like she is being cheated for a girl in her prime to go to such a remote place alone.

What’s even more deadly is that less than 30 miles away from this church is the underground mint of the United Chamber of Commerce.

The magician stared at the girl for a while again, and only stopped his perverted behavior when he saw that she covered her face shyly.

"You're so pretty, why are you shy?"

She covered her face with her hands, and her face was red as if it was burned by fire behind the wooden board. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! But please don't stare at me all the time, I'm not used to being stared at without makeup..."

"Okay, but this spot on the map..."

After he slowed down his speech, as expected, he saw a frustrated face. Originally, when she arrived at the destination, she didn't care about meeting up. Now, she just needed a private space to reflect on her incompetence.

"...Actually, it's about the same distance from where I want to go."

"Thank you very much!"

It is well known that Paris is the most prosperous city in Europe, but what is less known is the divisions of this city.

The general impression of Paris actually refers to the inner city area within the second circle of Paris, which is also the most prosperous area.

Then there is Paris in the geographical sense, located in the center of the Paris Basin in northern France, spanning both sides of the Seine River.

Finally, there is Greater Paris, which is centered in Paris and includes the seven surrounding regions. This area called "Ile-de-France" is the soul of this country.

But due to the distance, it is impossible to get there by taking bus No. 11. Her Majesty the Queen is a negative example, so in order to save time, they made a bold decision.

"Oh, is this wheat? Although it feels a little hard, it is still very comfortable to lie on." The girl touched the golden wheat under her body curiously, which looked very novel.

"Don't dress so scary next time, little girl."

"Yes!" She suddenly said, "I'm very sorry for causing you such unnecessary trouble!"

"Then, see you again if we're lucky." He waved to the girl standing on the roadside as a farewell, and the girl also waved politely. She let go of her hand only when the carriage loaded with wheat disappeared from her sight, and turned to walk towards the abandoned old church.

She pushed open the heavy door of the church and bowed to the empty seats.

"Servant, Assassin, Hassan of Silence, I greet you, Master Hassan Sabbah."

PS1:

Xiaohu was the lone man guarding the middle lane in S9, and Xiaohu's fan club ordered a famous painter to create a large oil painting titled "Xiaohu in the Middle Lane" as a tribute.

The reluctant painter accepted the job under coercion. After the painting was completed, Xiaohu's fans came to inspect it, and the result surprised him: there was a big 3-11 on the top of the screen, an EZ was desperately dealing damage in the bottom lane, and a Gragas was flanking behind, and together with the opponent's Xia, he double-teamed EZ

"What is this? Who is this EZ?!" fans asked angrily.

"UZI." The painter replied.

"Where are Kasumi and the beer man?!"

“Rekkles and Broxah.”

"But where is Xiaohu?"

"Xiao Hu is in the middle." the painter replied.

PS2: A British guy, a French guy, and an RNG fan are chatting together.

British: "The happiest thing is to go home on a winter night and sit in front of the fireplace in your woolen trousers."

French: "You British are so old-fashioned. The happiest thing is to go on vacation to the Mediterranean with a blonde, and then we will part ways amicably."

RNG fans: The happiest thing is when all the opponents are ambushing someone during the game and all the skills are given to Xiaohu.

"Oh no! We used all our skills to hit one of our own!"

PS3: LBW is about to die, and he summoned his successor Xiaohu to the Kremlin to give him a few words of advice before his death.

"To be honest with you, I still have a hidden worry, Xiaohu."

"Go ahead, dear LBW." Xiaohu listened attentively.

"That is, will your teammates go with you? Have you thought about it?"

"They will definitely follow me." Xiaohu emphasized, "They will definitely follow me!"

"I hope so," LBW said. "I'm just worried, what will you do if they don't go with you?"

"No problem!" Xiaohu replied, "Then they have to follow you."

Chapter 65 Antonio and Wolfgang

Soul particle conversion.

This new technology was supposed to have appeared in a certain world and was used by magicians in the Moon Holy Grail War, but it was used here by Alvin to rearrange and recompose the ions inside and then complete the reorganization.

Then, it's time for the machine to start turning.

When the long-hoarded silver coin belts instantly turned into golden gold coins, Alvin knew that he had completed a thrilling leap.

"Next, it's time for those who are willing to take the bait."

With the mentality of playing the long game and catching the big fish, he was about to buy some popcorn to watch "Currency Wars" which would premiere in France a year later, but he saw a pair of brand new shoes at the door.

Is there a guest? He thought so. So he clenched his fist, coughed a few times, and was about to go in when he heard Amadeus's incomprehensible words from the window.

"I didn't!"

what's the situation?

Persecuting decent women and men in broad daylight?

No, with his temper and foul language, is there anyone who can control him except that white-haired, petite woman who keeps saying Vive la France and is a foreigner?

"Let's see what happens next."

AN HOUR AGO......

"This guy said he would help me with it in March, but now it's almost June and there's still no confirmation."

A slightly refreshing breeze blows on the ground that exudes a scorching breath. In another month, a heat wave will come. The scorching heat wave blows on people's bodies like a red-flaming blade, cutting people with pain.

This is very strange. According to historical conventions, the temperature at this time should be very cool, with the highest temperature not exceeding 20°. But now that we have just entered May, the temperature has already exceeded the average temperature of the past.

But it is undeniable that this is undoubtedly a great blessing for those who do not have the conditions to go to the Mediterranean to enjoy the sunshine. They can enjoy the long-lost sunshine, but I hope they can still think so after another month.

"Hey!" Someone shouted from behind him.

I don't know many people here, so it shouldn't have anything to do with me. He thought so and walked straight ahead without paying attention to the situation behind him.

Seeing no response, the man quickened his pace and trotted to catch up with Amadeus.

"Oh, really, where should we go today? Go to the opera house to watch The Marriage of Figaro? I've never seen it." As for the fact that he has hardly seen his own works, Amadeus said that it is not a big deal. Compared with this, he might as well use his time to create.

Of course, this is Vienna's thing. Now he is more focused on enjoying life. First, with his dear Mary by his side, he has returned to the carefree life of a useless person.

On the other hand, it is indeed related to the work he is currently thinking about, and the inspiration for the work comes from Alvin.

To be precise, it was Alvin who was wearing a white suit, a pocket watch on his chest, and pointed a gun at his temple that day.

——Just like the white death coming from hell to claim his life.

Elegant, gorgeous, yet with a hint of inexplicable sadness.

Amadeus had a premonition that this work would be his last. As if it was destined, he might leave this world soon. What could Alvin, who brought him to Paris and met Marie, complain about?

And for some unknown reason, since arriving in Paris, Andusias no longer had the headache of rubbing chalk against the blackboard in his sleep, which made the brain-burning sound that kept him awake. The sleep problem that had troubled him for a long time was suddenly solved, and his mood improved.

Although he has only a rough idea about this final work at the moment, he has already decided what type it will be.

——Requiem

If I arranged it according to my own works, this should be K626. However, after I told him about my way of arranging the works last time, he suddenly stuck to me like a dog-skin plaster and said that he wanted to play K423 for him.

He is exactly like me, in terms of being willful.

Forget it, where should I go to get the materials today?

But just when Amadeus was about to set sail, he was blown down by the Doge of Venice.

"Amadeus! Are you fucking deaf?" Salieri, who finally caught up with him, roared in his ear.

Damn, I’m almost 40. Is it easy for me to run such a long distance?

"You two are really destined to meet in some way..." Alvin twisted his mouth, looked speechlessly at Amadeus who had become like a good boy, and said no with an apologetic smile.

Perhaps it was a matter of fact that there is always someone better than you. Amadeus, a man who was fearless and who showed no fear even when his creditors came to collect debts, was completely defeated when he met an Italian.

Dare you move? Salieri asked.

I dare not move. Amadeus answered honestly.

The reason was simple. In the huge social circle of Viennese musicians, he was the only man with whom she could get along with him on an equal footing.

When I first arrived in Vienna, winter was approaching and the temperature was getting lower and lower, and there were things in my house that needed to be sold.

At that time, he was preparing for his first opera, "The Abduction from the Harem", but for some reasons he had to abandon that precious creative time and ran to the forest outside the city to collect firewood late at night. As a result, he caught a cold.

During the most difficult days, he never borrowed money from Haydn, because both of them were not doing well and the other had a family to support. He knew that Haydn would immediately lend a helping hand as soon as he asked.

But he didn't want to.

But one day, he was wrapping himself in a quilt, shivering in the drafty room, and then there was a knock on the door.

It was Antonio Salieri, the royal court music director and the leader of Vienna's music circle, who brought Amadeus a renovated house, food and new daily necessities during this cold winter in Vienna.

After this cold winter, when spring came and flowers bloomed, the opera "The Abduction from the Seraglio" was released, and he gave his ticket to Salieri.

He could borrow money from anyone, but not from Salieri. To most people, a man blessed by God had a thick skin like a city wall. But for some reason, he would not, nor did he want to, ask him for help.

But what Amadeus didn't know was that the 1682 florins he thought he owed had actually been secretly repaid by Salieri long ago.

"—What do you think of my music?"

"—they are supreme."

PS1: Really, it would have been fine if Ning had come on earlier, but he insisted on coming on in the second round.

But this back and forth has the flavor of a novel.

PS2: This year, I guess the best number is the semi-finals.

PS3: The Shining Festival is finally coming hahahaha.

Chapter 66 Dear Queen, Pianist Amadeus is at your service

"Is this where you live now?"

Salieri assured that today was the day when his expression changed the most. First, he met his old acquaintance Amadeus in a foreign country.

Judging from his living habits, he should be watching his own opera "Don Giovanni" in the VIP seat of the Burg Theater in Vienna at this time, while thinking about the ideas for his next work.

Then he took himself to the wealthy area of ​​the city and walked in calmly amid the guard's indifferent look.

"Why, can't I have something of my own in Paris?"

? ? ? ? ?

Salieri is now crazy about black question marks.

What the hell are you talking about?

When this guy was in Vienna, others were running in front of him and you had to clean up his mess behind him. And yet, you have become a French aristocrat in the blink of an eye?

If you hadn't spoken the truth when you were drunk, I would have believed you. No, I have to find a way to scold him and wake him up.

"This isn't yours, is it?"

"I'm not lying!"

"This isn't yours, is it?"

"I'm not lying!"

The two of them repeated the meal for hours like a tape recorder, and during that time they also worked together to finish a portion of macarons and eclairs.