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

"Master from Chaldea, I have a request. Can you take the box and manuscript in my hand away from this world?"

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PS1: Maintain the principles of this organization and our position. Do not discuss or share our secrets with others, nor expose the nature of our work. No matter what the cost, we must not violate this rule until death. I am Shay Patrick Cormac, a Knight Templar of the American Colonial Order.

PS2: Magical changes, magical changes, everything is for the sake of the plot, gentlemen.

PS3: Is it possible that someone really took my plot-serving content seriously? Don’t scare me.

Chapter 70 Creeper?

Lyon, France

This oldest city in France, the capital of the Gauls, the place conquered by Caesar, the banking center of France, and the home of the seven-time champion club, now looks very different.

The past glory no longer exists, and has turned into a desolate scene. The ruins are broken, the ground is devastated, and the low ruins surrounding the square are what the original shops left behind after they collapsed. Bricks and tiles are flying everywhere, and smoke is billowing. The prosperous streets have become nothingness, and the noise of the past is gone forever.

But in the center of the square, there was a giant black dragon lying upside down. The dragon wings that covered the sky now hung limply on the ground; there was a huge scar on that proud head; and those dark golden eyes were now closed forever and would never open again.

"It's over, Fafnir."

The dragon-slaying hero thrust his sword into the ground, looking at his "enemy" with a complicated expression. As described in the "Song of the Nibelungs", with the help of Fafner's brother the dwarf Regin, the dragon-slaying hero slew the dragon with Barumung in hand, and obtained a nearly immortal body and the treasure of the cursed Rhine, but when bathing in dragon blood, a linden leaf stuck to his back, which became his only weakness.

Before dying, the Mist Clan told the hero, "This treasure is cursed."

As they say, everything is going in a bad direction and no one can stop it.

The hero was not originally obsessed with this kind of gold. However, he could not give it up. Because the moment he gave it up, the gold would increase its brilliance in pursuit of its host. The reason was obvious.

——Then one day, the curse came true.

After being summoned to this world, as the guardian of the city, he once read "The Song of the Nibelungs" in the local library. If he had any opinions, it was that he felt a little dissatisfied about the lack of description of the process of his killing Fafner; but after seeing the story of how he decided to die in order to resolve the conflict between his wife and his brother's wife, he only had three words left:

I am sorry.

"Even without the memory of slaying the dragon, can we recreate the situation at that time through this universal cause and effect relationship..." Siegfried was still a little frightened. Thinking back to the battle just now, he still felt a little scared.

Because Fafnir's dragon claws were almost going to tear his body apart, and then penetrate his body and directly touch his back, the only weak point.

Of course, it was just a little bit short, because at that moment, someone stood up.

"Noble Phantasm, unfold!"

Mashu, holding the security door, stepped forward and jumped towards Siegfried, then raised the dining table in her hand and activated the E skill Indestructible, blocking the dragon's fang stab. After gaining this fleeting precious time, Siegfried released Barumong in his raised hand and released his own treasure.

"True Ether is fully liberated"

"Fantasy Great Sword·Maximum Output"

"Since the Golden Dream has awakened——"

"Free yourself from the cradle..."

"Evil Dragon——"

“It will be destroyed!!!”

"Fantasy Great Sword Balmung!!"

He released the EX-level Noble Phantasm with all his strength and rushed directly towards the evil dragon's jaws. The magic power in his body was running at high speed and finally gathered on the blue gem on the hilt. The true ether in the air flew towards Barumong in his hand.

The magic sword was inserted into the ground.

The evil dragon fell down.

On this day, Siegfried once again entered the realm of the dragon slayer.

"Phew, well done, Mashu, but it's just luck on our side, don't get discouraged."

As the saying goes, when a wall falls, people push it; when a tree falls, monkeys scatter. The group of wyverns that had surrounded them instantly lost their discipline after seeing their leader being taken away by someone. They scattered and ran away.

"Nice! Even though we took a long detour, we saved time and the road to Orleans became smooth. We have to thank Saint Martha for being able to make the right judgment even after being summoned and given the berserk attribute. This is... a saint!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, after completing the victory in the first phase of the French singularity, let us head towards Paris!"

"Senior, do you know what's going on with Ophelia?" Mashu looked at her good friend, who was completely excited for some reason.

"Maybe the suppressed side of me has been completely released, but this is not bad either. As my teacher said, it's all good."

But you are really something, Miss Shion Eltnam Sokalis.

Olga Marie looked at Sion who was temporarily pulled over by her. She originally just wanted to ask her to come and cover for when Romani, the workaholic, was tied up and carried back by her and Da Vinci for a mandatory rest.

What is the result? Is this a commentary desk?

But to be honest, it was true, and she could probably stay there permanently. This way, Da Vinci wouldn't have to come out of the workshop from time to time and waste her time to cover for him, after all, the spirit crystal object in her hand, called the Holy Crystal, was said to be able to bypass the Holy Relic for the summoning ritual; she could also spare some time to preside over the improvement and maintenance of the Chaldean combat uniforms, after all, this thing was really troublesome to work on.

"Hey, good morning, Director."

The woman who had been carried to the bed by her senior a few hours ago for forced rest appeared in the control room again. Although her eyes were still sleepy and she yawned from time to time, Romani Achiman returned to the front line of the battlefield again.

"Why didn't I realize that you have a sticky nature before..." She hurriedly grabbed Romani who was about to restart the connection, put her hands on her shoulders, and looked straight into her eyes.

"...What, what are you doing? Director, you're staring at me like that and it makes me feel a little nervous." Romani turned his head away guiltily, not daring to look Olga Marie directly in the eye.

"It smells like a lie." Her voice rang in his ears, like the whisper of a devil, and goose bumps instantly appeared on his body.

Faced with the question, Olga Marie smiled slightly, and then, as if by magic, a bound notebook appeared out of thin air in her hands.

"It is recorded in this book that the ordinary Chaldean doctor Romani Achiman has a bad habit of secretly carrying everything on her own. This needs to be paid attention to. The way to deal with it is to cancel her blog."

"Who wrote it?"

"We all know that, Romani."

"Okay... I lose to you." Romani leaned weakly on the chair, shrank his body into the chair, and gave up resisting.

"So just go back to bed and get enough sleep for 8 hours. For the sake of your sleep quality, I will unilaterally cut off the internet. Don't worry."

Just as Olga Marie was pushing Romani, who was sitting on a chair, to leave the control room, they all glanced at the large electronic screen without noticing.

As a result, Olga Marie's combat uniform improvement plan and Romani's sleep supplement plan all fell through.

Alvin Vasak (15:32:04)

Creeper?

Location: Paris, France

PS1: In fact, in "The Song of the Nibelungs", Phineas is not the protagonist. The real protagonist should be his wife Kriemhild. This epic poem can be said to be a revenge drama brought about by her despair and hatred.

By the way, she is also married to the king…tsk tsk tsk, what a relationship.

PS2:

The adventure of Phineas killing Fafnir and obtaining Barumonger is only mentioned as a rumor of the characters and there is no actual description. In the first chapter of FGO, he mentioned that he had no memory of fighting Fafnir. In the end, it was because no one witnessed it and no one talked about it.

Of course I used the ordinary passing swordsman Kojiro to get it done.

PS3: This song is pretty good.

Chapter 71 Summer is Gone

"I want to know why you came to me, sir."

Shay's suggestion was beyond Alvin's expectation. But before he could ask why, Shay blocked his question.

"These are gifts, Mr. Alvin. Gifts from the Forerunners."

"Six golden apples, the shroud of Jesus, the Pope's scepter and Joan of Arc's sword, this is the answer I got from studying the manuscript..."

"I hope you can take these items away from this world. This world doesn't need them. They should be used in places where they are more suitable, such as saving humanity."

But Alvin remained unmoved. Rather than being unmoved, it would be more accurate to say that he was shocked. He was shocked by Shay's "big move".

[Promise him, really. This is very important to us.]

What if I don’t agree?

[You can't refuse, Alvin, he will force it on you when the time comes.]

"I'm sorry, Mr. Shay, this is a bit sudden for me. Please allow me to think about it."

[This is nothing more than postponing the time you promised, Alvin.]

Although he told the truth, Alvin still maintained his "hypocritical" side at this moment and rejected Shay's kindness.

——Although it is temporary.

"Well, an old man like me won't bother you young people anymore. By the way, remember to be careful at night." Shay looked at Alvin playfully with the expression of an experienced person, and left while the magician was confused.

"What were you talking about with that gentleman?" Mary leaned against the pillar behind Alvin without knowing when. She was wearing a white shirt with embroidery on the front, dark blue straight pants, and beige straps that crisscrossed from her instep to her ankles like a snake, making her look simple and clean in the empty night.

When she walked, her plump breasts seemed to tremble slightly under her shirt. For some reason, she looked even more beautiful.

When she sat down next to him, Alvin still saw the pearl earrings swaying inside her straight black shoulder-length hair.

His eyes were inadvertently a little dazed, and time went back, as if he saw the woman who always had a smile on her face. It was not until she kept waving her hands in front of him that he came back to his senses.

"Nothing, just some small things." When he said this, he subconsciously wanted to raise the wine glass at hand, but after picking it up, he remembered that the wine in the glass had already been drunk during the conversation with Shay.

"I knew you would do this." A silver kettle appeared in her hand. After pouring wine into herself and the two cups in front of her, she picked up the cup and placed it in front of Alvin.

"Want to come with me?"

"It's my pleasure, Mary."

The glass goblets collided with each other, making a crisp sound. Alvin's fingers accidentally touched the other person's fingers. She was startled and almost lost her grip on the cup. After coming to her senses, she held the sides of the cup tightly with both hands. The warmth seemed to burn her.

"But I didn't expect that it has been a year since I came here." The magician looked at the bracelet on his wrist. The word Chaldea and the logo on the inside were clearly visible.

"If it weren't for this thing reminding me all the time, I think I might really feel that I am a person of this era."

Since I sent a message tentatively that day, there has been no response until now. If I didn't have some confidence in Chaldea's products, this thing would have been gathering dust somewhere by now.

The days of waiting are always boring and impatient. Even if one has tried his best to add fuel to the flames, the laws of history will not let him end it all so easily.

Alvin had imagined what it would be like when he actually appeared in the singularity through the transfer of spirit particles. But now he just wanted to solve all this and then go back to Chaldea to have a good sleep.

This is not physical fatigue, because the living conditions here are not bad, it is simply because of loneliness; perhaps I am used to Chaldea appearing by my side at any time and in any place in the game. Only when I really act alone can I truly feel this feeling.

It seems that I'm not even as good as Fujimaru Ritsuka, haha.

With this feeling, he raised the goblet to the moonlight, the liquid swaying gently, the light reflected in it fragmented and blurred. Everything seemed like a world away.

He drank one cup after another, and she poured one cup after another, until a critical point, he poured the remaining half cup of wine on the ground, then filled another cup, raised it high, as if toasting with others, and then gulped it down in one breath.

His fingers could no longer hold the wine glass and it fell to the grass. He finally succeeded in defeating himself and passed out drunk.

In his last flicker of consciousness, he only felt that he had fallen into a warm place, and there was a faint smell of lavender on his body.

He couldn't help but lower his head and smell it. His nose was immediately filled with the refreshing smell after being exposed to the sun, which made him rub it subconsciously, and then he fell into a deep sleep.

Mary looked at Alvin sleeping in her arms, just like an ordinary little boy. This was the first time she saw Alvin defenseless. She gently stroked Alvin's hair and his tired face, with tenderness in her eyes and overflowing tenderness in her heart.

She started singing a song, the song she sang to put her younger brothers and sisters to sleep when she was a child. Her voice was melodious and kind. Without any musical accompaniment, the melody was so beautiful, so beautiful that it sounded like a scene from a fairy tale.

In fact, she knew that there was no possibility between her and him. For the future of all mankind, he could not stay. This heavy mission was like a burden on his shoulders. After all, she was just a passer-by.

So she came up with another way - Platonic love, trying to connect herself to him in other ways.

But soon, she failed.

When he said calmly that afternoon that this was not an important day, she lost her composure, she surrendered, and she finally lost to herself.

There's no going back, Mary Jane Rowland. You don't know when and how you fell in love with an impossible man.

He will move on, I will grow old, and perhaps one day in the near future, we will say goodbye forever; but at least now, in this summer midnight, in these few remaining days, let's maintain this relationship.

After all, this is just a girl's first love.

A sleeping Alvin lay on her lap and she hummed softly to help him sleep peacefully.

That's it, that's good.

Then, the summer passed.

PS1: Summer is over, which means one day I suddenly feel the cool breeze from the river bank, my feelings of admiration are gone, my hands are not held, my letters are not sent, and my youth ends in a hasty manner with the door closed.

It's like waking up from a long nap, getting dressed and getting ready to go to school. I searched for a long time but couldn't find my textbooks and backpack. Then I vaguely remembered that many years ago, I was not prepared, and I was pushed into an adult without even having time to wave goodbye to the summer. When I was young, I was full of expectations for everything in the world, but in the blink of an eye, I fell into the sea of ​​mediocrity.

PS2: X Mao's three skill books, turtle.

PS3: How many pools have you reached? I plan to stop at 100 pools, after all, it's Christmas.