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

If Alvin hadn't come back, these two people would probably have continued to repeat the same grade.

"Lying is bad, Amadeus." The magician took off his handmade jacket and hung it directly on the hanger, then lay on the sofa without any image.

"We generally call this kind of behavior a cuckoo taking over a magpie's nest, sir. I wonder what we should call it?"

"Antonio Salieri, just call me Salieri." He was like a parent, and Alvin, the other party in the conversation, was a teacher at the school. As for who the student who got into trouble was, there was no need to say more.

"I always feel that the atmosphere is a little off." Amadeus seemed to have smelled something and felt that something was very wrong with the atmosphere of this offensive.

Just like the days when I was in Salzburg.

"I think you have the right to know the whole story of this matter."

"Hey, Alvin, we signed a confidentiality clause!" As if he knew who the next topic would be, the musician, who had little influence, expressed strong protest.

"Get out of the way, kid." ×2

Amadeus began to withdraw into himself.

The conversation didn't last long, as it mainly took place over just a few days, but it was still enough to shame him for a while.

"So when can we let Amadeus trick him back? He is our Grand Duke of Habsburg!"

In Amadeus' eyes, Salieri has always been synonymous with elegance and calmness, which is in stark contrast to himself, who is timid in real life but aggressive in his letters.

In fact, Salieri’s rise from a young man just brought to Vienna from Italy to his current position as a leader in the music industry was inseparable from the strong support of Mary’s brother, Joseph II. This Holy Roman Emperor who was determined to change the status quo had a dark secret.

He is a sister-con, the perfect kind of sister-con who would not have any improper thoughts about his sister.

So he was very angry about his parents marrying his youngest sister to France. Salieri couldn't remember how many times the Emperor had been talking about whether his youngest sister was doing well after getting drunk.

So in this case, of course, we will unconditionally force people to go down this path.

"Calm down, calm down, Mr. Salieri. We need to think long-term. The most urgent thing is how to squeeze Amadeus in."

Alvin took the small teapot in front of Salieri, poured ice water, ice cubes and a few slices of honey into the teapot with some leaves, and then covered it back.

He then repeated the action twice more, adding milk to Amadeus and lemon to himself, and then closed the lid of the pot with a spout.

In the hottest May in a decade, in a building in a wealthy area of ​​Paris, a group of three people, old, middle-aged and young, from different places were sipping on South American specialties. The coolness that seeped into their bodies from top to bottom made them want to curl up in the soft sofa like useless people.

“Is this yerba mate? I think I know why those Spanish people are so crazy about this stuff.”

When he was young, he didn't know how expensive oil and salt were. Salieri was enjoying the taste for the first time in his life, but he was also speechless about his past ignorance.

That was when I was on a diplomatic mission to Spain as a representative. At the dinner, the Spanish royal family served drinks to the guests who came from afar.

"This is the most precious drink we got in the New World."

He took a small sip with great anticipation, and luckily it was only a small sip.

How bitter it is!

Now that we are used to the bitter taste at the beginning?

A fragrant and refreshing feeling lingers in the mouth, making you feel much more energetic.

The spirited young man Salieri comes uninvited!

"Well, I do have a way to get Amadeus in, and it's legal, but before that, I'd like to ask Mr. Alvin, what your plan is."

"Change the name."

"It's very feasible, but I think we can make some changes to make this plan more reasonable..."

three days later

"Welcome, Mr. Antonio, it is our honor that you accept our invitation."

"Is this the Louvre? Although it was built a long time ago, it still gives me a sense of grandeur and solidity. The Palace of Versailles is a symbol of magnificence and wealth. Now I am looking forward to what the Palace of Fontainebleau will be like."

"You won't be disappointed, Mr. Salieri."

Along with the change of address, the butler left first and the queen appeared in front of him.

"I didn't expect to alarm you, Your Majesty." He put the exquisite teapot aside and performed the Habsburg etiquette to the woman in front of him.

"Please come with me, Mr. Salieri. I think we will have a lot to talk about."

Led by the queen, they toured the huge and empty Louvre. This was one of the reasons why Marie liked this place, as it allowed her to talk a lot of private things by herself.

At this time, the sound of piano was heard in the hall.

But originally, there was only a piano there.

"I'm very interested in the person playing the piano. Can you show me who it is?"

I didn't expect it to be the Turkish March, Amadeus. Salieri said that his mission had been completed, and now he would just be an audience and watch the true feelings of the hero and heroine.

Mary was also confused. Normally, she would just play the piano casually, so why would there be someone else here at this time?

And the piece is Turkish March…Is that you?

Although Mary did not move, her steps became lighter involuntarily.

Finally, she found the standard answer she wanted.

The man with long golden hair was playing his representative work on the old piano. Mary's tangled long hair fell in front of her eyes, which she casually brushed aside and focused on her past and time.

When the song was over, he stood up from the piano, walked to her, bent down, took her hand, and kissed the ordinary brass ring on her ring finger.

"Dear Queen, the pianist Amadeus is at your service."

PS1: 12 years ago today, at Tokyo Minejo Junior High School, Kitahara Haruki, a member of the light music club, played "White Album" on the guitar, and Touma Kazusa from the second music room played the piano. Then beautiful and pleasant singing was heard on the rooftop. Kitahara Haruki ran to the rooftop with surprise and joy, and saw this scene. A love triangle began.

PS2: I really have to perform at the New Year's Eve party...

PS3: Daily stable 10 pool ING......

Chapter 67: In? Drop a gift suit?

In the 20s, the French government carried out a protective restoration of those Baroque and Rococo era buildings. While they were renovating Madame Roland's Rococo-style villa, they found an ancient notebook in the attic.

“This is the second step in the plan to make it a success.”

"Although I really want to proceed directly to the last step, now is not the best time. The country's economy has indeed improved to a certain extent after the implementation of the gold standard."

"But this is only a short-term phenomenon. The government budget has a huge deficit, the national debt has not been reduced, and the monetary credit system I planned has collapsed. It may not be a big deal now, but when they find out that something is wrong and try to increase taxes on farmers and civilians..."

"——It means that they don't have much time left."

Due to the passage of time, the handwriting on the pages has become somewhat blurred, but the dark blue handwriting is clearly visible. Archaeologists who heard the news regarded this unknown diary as a treasure. After using carbon-14 to measure it and comparing it with the manuscripts of those influential figures of the same period, they concluded the true identity of the owner of the diary.

The uncrowned queen of French politics, Marie Jean Rolland, one of the leaders of the Girondists who was executed during the French Revolution.

The largest and most thorough revolution in modern history was actually planned by a woman?

There is no doubt that this diary found in the attic successfully overturned the established conclusions of the past. This diary, together with the other diaries that were discovered later, was called Madame Roland's Diary No. 1.

But in fact, the original manuscripts of these diaries are lying on Dome A in Antarctica.

"call--"

After Alvin put down the last stroke, he put the quill pen back in his hand, looked at the paper wrinkled by his sweat, and sighed helplessly.

"So this thing can also change the climate?" He looked at the huge ring in the sky and secretly complained to his boss, Gotia.

Boss, sister, you can just hang a big halo there, why do you have to add all these miscellaneous things? It's so hot in France.

After arriving at the Louvre, this idiot Amadeus spent the whole day hanging out with cakes. The last time I went to give him some tea, I saw this idiot's expression.

Humph, dead virgin.

If it weren't for the world's number one cake queen who stopped me with an apologetic smile and forcibly grabbed Amadeus who was trying to escape, I would probably have chased him all the way to Salzburg and given him my music manuscript!

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Alvin, this fellow has been acting up again."

Although Queen Mary pressed his head and apologized to me, I don’t know why, but I feel like this guy is happy…

As a result, three days later, Amadeus secretly came out and found him, and his first sentence successfully shocked Alvin for a whole year.

"Help me, Alvin! If you don't save me, I'm going to die right there!"

No one knows what they talked about that day, but it is an indisputable fact that the sales of health products in the United Chamber of Commerce have increased.

Salieri accepted the invitation of the University of Paris and became their visiting professor for the following year. Even though he only taught one class a week, it was still always full.

Goethe came to Paris again from Weimar, and this time he brought his own Mephistopheles, the devil who played a wonderful game with Dr. Faustus in the book, but in reality he was just a puppet.

"This is not the original Mephistopheles, Alvin. The original Mephistopheles was a man-made man created by the magician Faust 300 years ago. Unfortunately, that man-made man eventually betrayed him and killed him."

"Mr. Goethe, how do you know all this?"

"Hehe, can't say, can't say..."

He suddenly acted mysterious, which puzzled Alvin, but this doubt was answered later in the journey.

And this person is none other than the first party involved - Mephistopheles.

As for the other three, they chose to travel to various places in Europe. A few days ago, Alvin received a small sketch from Montesquieu. But what surprised him was that Voltaire had been away for so long and there was no news at all.

But soon, a letter from Meikoin Rousseau revealed the whereabouts of Tokiwa Voltaire.

Don't ask why, he is in Milan.

Well, it seems that there is really no need, but Alvin still wrote back to Rousseau. "

Remember to buy me a sling in Venice, I'll need it.

He sent the letter out, although he didn't know whether it could be delivered there.

"Aren't you going to attend that party election meeting?"

Alvin was used to the woman appearing at the door, but anyone would know what was going on since she chose to come to him instead of attending the Girondist election.

"No need. I don't like it. It's that simple."

Her long hair brushed against Alvin's face, exuding a light summer fragrance, and then she lay on the sofa without any image, with a lazy look, a seductive smile, thin eyelids that hooked crescent-shaped eyes, and a cunning look. Just like the witch living in that Western-style house, she made people fall in love with her.

"By the way, what kind of tea is this? I saw you all drinking this recently, it's quite delicious." She took up the teapot on the table without permission, and began to taste it with her bright red lips towards the silver spout.

"Hey......"

Alvin didn't expect that this woman would be so bold. No, rather than being bold, it would be better to say that she had wanted to do this for a long time.

"It's very hot." Faced with this situation, he began to change the subject. For some reason, Mr. Alvin would always cut along the dotted line and then wave when facing a woman.

Compared to the woman in front of him, he looked more like a Frenchman at this moment.

"really."

For the locals, this year's climate is indeed different from the past. According to the past, they should have set off for Marseille to enjoy the Mediterranean sunshine at this time.

But this year is a little different. You can enjoy the sunshine everywhere, which is undoubtedly a great blessing for those poor families.

However, I don’t know if they can last through the summer.

"By the way, Alvin, have you been here for a year?"

Has it been a year?

seems like it.

Time flies so fast.

She had just said it casually, but as if she knew some secret information, she stared at Alvin who was lost in thought, just looking at him.

It's clearly just a thin layer of window paper away, but no one is willing to uncover it.

That's good, they thought.

PS1: The forty pools produced three Nero cards and six experience suits. I am now short of one of the four!

PS2: I think I roughly know why the voucher was replaced with Fire Blade Sanada, sir, times have not changed.

PS3: As of now, there are less than 100 people watching it. . . . .

Chapter 68 Summer is here

"Well, strictly speaking it hasn't been a year yet. In fact, it's still about a month away."

Alvin left for a while, and when he appeared again, he had a diary in his hand.

"This diary begins on August 8, the day I arrived. Strictly speaking, it was still two weeks away." He closed the diary in his hand and placed it on the table.