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

Brissot said: "If you are the leader of a party, you should be happy because it is an honor and you can lead your party forward. You are the only leader. But I have never enjoyed such treatment. There are too many self-righteous guys here. They all focus on me. There are often conflicts in the meeting room. At first I tried to stop them, but later they just told me to shut up. I don't feel like a leader at all."

Three years ago, after being completely defeated by Lafayette's Feuillants in the National Assembly election, Brissot, the leader who was very dissatisfied with the party's performance, returned to the headquarters angrily. He was the first to lose his temper before his close friend Condorcet spoke.

He pointed his finger directly at Claviere, and kept yelling at him about why he didn't participate in the action but was fawning on Roland, and occasionally interspersed with some swear words. Finally, Clavie couldn't stand it anymore, picked up his mug and threw it at Brissot, shouting: "Shut your stinky mouth! Country bumpkin!"

Of course, as the top businessman in France, Brissot easily blocked the mug that was thrown at his face by Claviere, but unexpectedly, the mug that he blocked hit Condorcet in the face who was standing next to Brissot. "Fuck you? Paris? What on earth do you want to do?" After saying that, he rushed towards Claviere with his fists waving.

In a flash, Roland, who was watching the excitement nearby, tripped Condorcet, who was like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, and then the two of them started fighting. At this time, Vergniaud, who had been silent all the time, rode his horse to the ground and kicked the two people who were fighting on the ground. It was unknown whether he was kicking the Marquis or Roland. Then there was a big fight between the Parisian gang and the Girondist gang... At this time, Elie Gardet had already been scared and hid in the toilet. The fight ended until the sun was about to set. In the end, the demoralized Girondists completely lost all their seats.

During this period, the Girondists quickly cleaned up the Paris Gang. An episode in the process was: when they asked Clavier to hand over the key that symbolized power, Clavier refused to do so. The outside world believed that it was because he did not want to leave the Girondists, but in fact, Clavier's key was lost, and there was a fire poker for self-defense hidden in his cabinet.

"Sexe!"

Brissot became more and more angry as he read the vivid article on the front page of the newspaper. He angrily threw the newspaper that the newspaper deliveryman had just handed to him to the ground.

"That's fucking bullshit!"

"What the hell is this? It's all nonsense!" Brisso was so angry that he thought about it and decided to take the newspaper to the United Chamber of Commerce on September 4th Avenue.

"Although the content is ridiculous, I have to admit that this guy's writing skills are really good."

The topic they were discussing was the "exclusive interview" with the Girondist leader Brissot that Lafayette had ordered people to rush out last night, and everyone present was a character who had appeared in this "exclusive interview" - except for Clavier and Roland who had been purged.

"But there is one thing I really regret, which is not controlling a media outlet. Now we are in a situation where we have no way to defend ourselves, and I guess people have left us with the impression that we were fighting among ourselves."

No, man, it's actually a natural talent.

"With their desire to create chaos in the world, I guess they will release a second copy of this interview tomorrow." Brisso's hand heavily tapped the "interview" which was almost perfect in every aspect except for the fictional content.

"So now, do you have any opinions about inviting Mrs. Roland back here?" He opened his hands, supported on the table, and scanned everyone present with an inexplicable look.

This time, no more objections.

"Then let's adjourn the meeting. Be careful on the road. After all, we are already famous in a sense." After announcing the disbandment, he decided to go alone to ask her to come back. Of course, there would be no shortage of probing questions from the uncrowned kings along the way.

"As annoying as a swarm of flies." After finally getting rid of those people, he leaned back in the soft chair with a little relaxation.

After reading the newspaper she had subscribed to in the morning, Mary had already expected that today would not be a peaceful day, so she was not at all surprised by Brissot's arrival.

"Margaret, pour Mr. Brissot a cup of tea."

"Yes, ma'am." The perfect head maid stepped back, pulled up her maid uniform with both hands, bowed to the two of them, and went to the kitchen to start preparing.

After a pot of freshly brewed black tea was placed on the table, Mary said, "Your sudden visit today has interrupted my schedule, President."

There was displeasure in her tone. After all, after seeing the writing style, she already knew who wrote it. She wanted to use this excuse to go to his place, but then she thought of some people who would come uninvited. The originally happy day became unhappy.

"I'm very sorry, ma'am, but I have to do this." He was the first to lower his posture. After all, it was a fact that he was in the wrong first.

“That article was well written, and I’m looking forward to the follow-up.”

"Ma'am, you should know what my purpose is today."

"I repeat, I will not go back."

"But Roland..."

Before he could finish his words, the maid Margaret interrupted him.

"Mr. President, the wife has separated from the husband."

The atmosphere suddenly became tense. Brissot, who had come to ask someone to come out of retirement, learned a very secret piece of news. As someone who had not been optimistic about her from the beginning, he sighed. After being stripped of this identity, she no longer had anything to do with the United Chamber of Commerce.

"And you've got the wrong guy, Mr. President. Have you ever looked for Mr. Clavier since this happened?"

He finally left here. Although he did not get the promise, he still got the key point to break the deadlock. Now he is going to Versailles to find the close friend who was "kicked out" by him.

"Madam, what should I do with this cup of black tea?"

"Pour it out. Also, don't prepare it next time you encounter this situation, so as not to waste it. Also, Margaret, change your clothes and go out with me. Remember to dress up so as not to be recognized. Paris will not be peaceful today."

"Are you going to Master Alvin's?"

"Being too clever is not a good thing, Margaret, except in this respect."

Meanwhile, Alvin, while enduring Voltaire yelling and screaming in the living room while reading the newspaper, was racking his brains to write the second chapter of the Legend of the Three Stickmen.

"Alvin you are a genius!"

"Shut up Amadeus! Go back and write your music!"

Today, the city of Paris is as peaceful as ever.

PS1: The prototype is the Dutch Three Sticks, but it is common knowledge that there are four people in the Three Sticks.

PS2: G2 Esports Up Up! Europe's last hope! I'm ready to buy skins!

Waiting for a golden rain!

In addition, please ask SKT to plan a swimming route back.

PS3: You can guess which piece of music Mozart wrote.

Chapter 75 K626

"It seems that I came at the wrong time." She hung her scarf on the hanger at the door and looked at the chaotic scene. She couldn't help but begin to doubt her decision.

"Ma'am, are we in the zoo?" This was not the first time Margaret came here. Although she was no longer surprised by this kind of situation, she still felt "shocked" subconsciously.

However, after seeing the somewhat messy scene and those unpresentable guys, she had a new judgment.

It turns out that we are all ordinary people and we all have joy, anger, sorrow and happiness.

"Mr. Charlie, what just happened here?" She asked Mr. Baron, the only unmoved person in the audience.

"It was the problem with that 'exclusive interview'. When almost everyone thought that they had broken down internally, it was actually a carefully planned fake news."

"And the writer is the man who is racking his brains to write the second article." He pointed with the pen in his hand, and Alvin, who was writing furiously amid the noise, finally couldn't bear it anymore and stood up abruptly.

"Look, those two guys are in trouble."

Finally, with the sound of two noise makers falling down, he returned to his seat with a normal expression, as if nothing had happened.

"Free France, happy every day." Montesquieu shrugged, took his manuscript, and walked out with his back to the door.

"Finished." Alvin put the cap on the fountain pen in his hand and pressed it on his work. Now he just had to wait a few days for someone to come and ask Voltaire for the favor in person.

"Let me see what the second interview is." She flicked the pen aside, picked up the paper with the wet ink and started reading.

"In meetings, Bozo often scolded some young members, which was normal. However, there were times when members were irritated. I remember that at the end of a business negotiation, Bozo was very uncomfortable. In anger, he threw a water bottle at a member who had just joined the decision-making level. At that time, many people could no longer tolerate Bozo's behavior. Coupled with those who were often bullied by him, an unstoppable scene happened. At least 10 people beat up Bozo. You can imagine how it felt to be beaten up by 10 people. Armand on the side clapped and cheered, shouting: 'Beat him, beat him to death!' At that time, Clavier and Roland did not participate in the fight, nor did they stop it, as if it had nothing to do with them."

Just as she was about to continue reading, the paper in her hand was suddenly taken away, and the man's face appeared in front of her.

"That's it, Mary. It should give people a feeling of intrigue, like an opera ending abruptly at the climax, or a novel stopping suddenly at a key point. This way, people will be interested in continuing to read."

Alvin tried to stop Mary's behavior with righteous words, but at this moment Mary's mind was full of "I will die if there is no next chapter". This feeling, like a withdrawal reaction, made her eager to see the newspapers of the next few days.

"Heh, you're a broken-chapter dog."

An inappropriate sound was heard in the originally empty living room, and then the manuscript paper in Alvin's hand disappeared, and in the blink of an eye it appeared in the hands of Amadeus who had suddenly "resurrected".

"After that happened, there was an extra iron bar in Bozo's locker, and I think he used it to ..."

"Stop!"

"Come on, come on, come on!" (think of eggplant)

When a new round of chase began, Margaret came out of the kitchen carrying brewed yerba mate and macarons. She walked slowly and easily between the two people who were shouting and yelling. After placing the afternoon tea on the tray in its place one by one, she took two steps.

"Mr. Alvin, and Mr. Amadeus, freshly baked macarons are ready."

"I'll settle the score with you next time."

"You better have a next time."

The two men sat down cursing, and the battlefield was narrowed to the small plate of macarons. After all, no one could resist the temptation of food.

The oily brown skin is inlaid with nuts of different sizes, and the dark yellow chestnut powder is mixed with red transparent bodies, which is a thick layer of strawberries.

"I suddenly felt sour, really."

"What's wrong with you?"

"Why do you get to taste such delicious meals every day?" Amadeus was a little indignant. "Why do I only see baguettes every morning when I wake up?"

"That's a bit too shabby." A third hand of unknown origin took away the last macaron.

"It tastes good, thank you for the treat, but it would be better if you could add more cream, Miss Maid."

"It is an honor to receive your approval, Mr. Salieri. I will take my leave now."

Watching Margaret's departure, Amadeus whispered in Alvin's ear.

"So what on earth are you thinking? With such a capable maid, isn't it buy one get one free?"

"Be quiet, I'm so annoyed now." The magician pushed the musician back and sighed helplessly on the sofa. The musician was helpless to see this scene. He was not the person involved and could only stand there anxiously.

After running his hands through his hair, he finally decided to put this "small problem" aside and tackle the big problem - Amadeus' last work.

"This is my last music-related work. I will continue to write operas and other works. Is it necessary to make such a fuss?"

"You'd better be lying, even though today is not April Fools' Day."

"Tsk, I wish you would retire from your current position and let me take over."

Salieri finally believed Amadeus's words, but when he didn't notice, Andusias and Vashak looked at each other and smiled helplessly.

"Come and see the music score I have prepared for this purpose during this period of time." He took out the score that he had secretly written without Mary's knowledge from the drawer. The other Mary took the first one and began to read it out of curiosity. Although she didn't know much about composition, she could still understand the lyrics.

"Requiem aeternam. (Lord, grant them eternal rest)... Is this a mass?"

"Technically it's a requiem, but that doesn't matter." He shook his wrist and picked up one of the sheets of music.

"This is what I plan to play at my funeral, so it's okay to say it's the last one."

He lied, to almost everyone.

Although Andusias chose not to continue competing with him for dominance of the body in his dream, the long-term internal damage to his body was already irreversible.

He looked at Salieri with a serious expression, feeling full of guilt.

"——When you die, those concerts will be left in history, and you will take me with you into Valhalla. Antonio Salieri will be left behind forever. That man cannot walk with you. He is charming and gentle, but he is not worthy of everyone who comes.

"And when you meet again, you will meet someone you are no longer familiar with."

Will this happen to us, Vassago?

「This is absolutely impossible, because between the two of us──」

[——They are two in one! ]

He spoke with a smile, but his face looked like he was crying.

PS1: Perkz is the God of LOL, Wunder is the left hand of God, representing balance and attack, Jankos is the right hand of God, representing defense and healing, Mikyx is the heart of God, symbolizing God's will, and Caps is Jesus, the son of God, born in the chaos of the world, representing God to conquer the world. ————"Old Testament.LOL"

PS2: I went to Lawson and KFC today and got Paramecium and Exia√

But to be honest, the kimchi in this set is really unpalatable.

PS3: Group members changed their IDs to various ones supporting G2, with a real fan leader and a bunch of traitors, it felt like a brewery.

Chapter 76 1788 on the tip of the tongue

"Let's leave it at that for now. After all, we still have plenty of time." By the time Amadeus came back to his senses from the dense musical symbols, it was already dark.

"Here are the lyrics, let's see how it goes."

Alvin handed Salieri the lyrics of the first movement that he had written, of course it was in Latin, but when he first started writing he almost wrote it in German, but fortunately he pulled himself back.

"Well done. Let's call the first chapter Requiem." The genius, blessed by the musical magic of Orpheus and the magic of Solomon, wrote down the name of the movement.

“I’m looking forward to what the work will look like when it’s finished.”

He had heard the Requiem, which Solti performed at Stephen's Cathedral in 1991 to mark his 200th anniversary - albeit on DVD. Technically, the Requiem was not complete, because he died before it was finished.

However, when he thought about the fact that he was the murderer, a sense of incongruity arose; but compared to this, he was more looking forward to the current version completed by the three of them working together.

"By the way, I will be conducting an opera at the Paris Opera House in a while. Do you want tickets?"

"Which opera?"

"The harem was lured to escape." Salieri said with a complicated expression, while Amadeus had a strange look on his face.

"When did you learn this?"