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Chapter 78 Tired, start to enjoy the fun of life

Alvin was awakened by the noise, extremely tired and feeling ill, having been startled from a particularly disturbing dream.

A creature without eyes is constantly moving. There are no objects or sounds around it, and time seems to be prohibited.

It's weird, yet it makes sense, as if its existence is reasonable.

"What a weird dream." He muttered to himself when he woke up. It seemed like he hadn't felt this way for a long time.

Since that day when he exiled himself from Chaldea, Alvin has hidden himself in an isolated place like Snowfield, so much so that now when he is alone he often talks to himself to prove his existence.

The noise outside seemed to be getting louder. He would definitely strike hard at those guys who disturbed his sleep. Alvin got up from the bed and opened the door angrily, but he bumped into Rousseau, who was drunk.

Well, thanks to the smell of alcohol, Alvin was completely sober now.

"Where did you go with Voltaire yesterday?" he asked, pinching his nose.

"It's not important, Alvin, look at this."

Even though he drank till dawn in some bar in Paris last night, judging from the look in his eyes and the strength that pulled him forward, it didn't matter to him.

"François, the real master is here."

"Come, look at this."

Voltaire changed his laughing style and sat upright with a serious expression on his face. The atmosphere in the air was so depressing that people felt a little discouraged.

Voltaire is the kind of guy who seems to be very careless and easily out of touch at ordinary times, but at critical moments, you can always trust him.

This means that something big has happened.

Alving took the newspaper handed to him by Voltaire, which was Clavier's "counterattack" against Brissot's remarks in the interview.

"I'm retired, and the story is over. I don't want to be the center of the storm anymore. Life has been full of ups and downs over the years. I've made a lot of mistakes, but also had a lot of happiness. I think I've let everyone down too many times. Let's end it all here, be an ordinary person, and simply enjoy the happiness that life brings."

this......

So I just forced him to resign?

I thought about what happened in the past few days. First, I used the Daily News to release a void, and then forged an interview to prepare for entry.

So you just shut yourself down and counter-killed?

I have the Tide in my hand and haven’t released it yet!

"This guy is really ruthless. But I think the other two groups of people have already started to contact him at this time."

"What if I say that this is not the point?" Voltaire sat down next to Alvin, flipped a few pages from the front page, and pointed to a small corner.

It was just a small piece of news with simple content, about an unknown body being found by the river.

This is nothing to this city. Life will not stop because of someone's death. Instead of mourning for an unknown person here, it is better to use the mourning time to live.

"Does it have any meaning? Or is there something in here that makes you feel so threatened?"

"Look what I brought back from my sketching trip." Montesquieu held a box in both hands. He carefully placed the box in front of them, put on disposable gloves, and slowly opened it.

It was a part of the body of a mysterious creature, with dark purple skin, crimson suction cups, and sharp serrations, making the remaining tentacle look evil and terrifying. Even if it was only a small part, one could imagine how powerful the owner of this tentacle was.

"Unknown Creature No. 1, this is my temporary name. Alvin, do you know its origin?"

Three pairs of Caster's eyes were all fixed on him, they were eager to get a satisfactory answer from Alvin's mouth.

Is he familiar with this thing?

Well done! Very well done!

Isn't this the tentacle of the sea monster? What materials does it drop?

"Mr. Baron, besides the corpse and the tentacle, was there anything else or a third person at the scene?"

Although they were inseparable, Alvin still took into account another very small possibility.

"Are you doubting me?"

“No, although I already have the answer in my mind, I still want to confirm whether there is a knight named Gilles de Rais among the Templars in Paris, Mr. Shay.”

“François Germain, Vice-Grandmaster of the Knights Templar and another Grand Master of the Paris Rite, has a great knight under him named De Rais,” replied Shay, who returned with a full load of fishing rods on his back.

Fortunately, it's not that tiny possibility. If that person comes out, we really can only cut along the dotted line.

"The murderer's name has been revealed, but judging by the tentacles of this sea monster, it should be a Caster."

"Gilles de Rais... is actually Bluebeard, the infamous magician in history?"

"The first opponent has appeared. Everyone, the target is Gilles de Rais of the Caster class. His real identity is Gilles de Rais, the French marshal during the Hundred Years' War between England and France. He has the ability to summon unknown creatures. Based on his story and experience, we roughly know what he is going to do."

"Resurrect Jeanne d'Arc, and then defeat us."

"But isn't she a saint?" Rousseau questioned this. He found it hard to imagine that a devout girl could be their enemy.

"I now feel that you did the right thing by not going to the other side of the ocean." Voltaire himself was ashamed of Shakespeare's fanatical attitude towards the world's number one Joan of Arc hater.

"Yes, Joan of Arc is a saint, there is no doubt about that."

"The question is, when she really stands before you, will you fight her with swords, gentlemen?"

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PS1: LG 0-16 Fnatic FACEIT League 2015

SK 0-16 Renegades EPL S4 - NA

MIBR 0-16 Astralis FACEIT MAJOR 2018

FaZe 0-16 Astralis IEM Beijing 2019

It's all Dust2...

C016zera: It’s so hard for me.

After the Lantern Festival yesterday, today is Qingming Festival. I have a hard time.

Heavy rain continues in Guilin

PS2: The "tiny possibility" refers to the real Caster who appeared in "Fate/strange Fake". His real name is François Prelati, a magician who once gave the Ra-Yan Castle textbook to Gilles de Rais.

This is what is commonly known as Hengfeiji in Tieba.

PS3: Perkz has a fever, Caps has a cold, and the Yasuo skin I want is probably gone...

Chapter 79: Everything is a thing of the past

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Alvin had been to Rouen once, not alone of course, but with his mentor in the Spiritual Exorcism, Lord Ulysses, during the Clock Tower period. The reason was because of a medieval ring. This ring may not have any meaning, but the owner of the ring was an Orleans girl who died at the stake.

Now, it's going to be auctioned.

He had no idea how difficult it would be to take this meaningful ring on French soil, because that was not a question he had to consider.

He went to a Catholic church on the old market square in the city center, where the demonstrators were gathering, wearing yellow shirts to show their stance.

"We can't let the British take the Saint's ring away!"

"Go back, English!"

Almost subconsciously, his eyes fell on the church. The church's architectural shape was like a pirate ship, but it was composed of irregular objects of different sizes. It was obviously a modern minimalist decoration style, but the stained glass windows were old objects with hundreds of years of history.

Sainte-Jeanne-d'Arc Church, this is its name, and its meaning is self-evident.

To this day, they still remember Joan of Arc, not only because she is a saint, but also because she is a hero of France who stood up and saved France at a time of life and death.

They felt sad about the injustice she had received and, subconsciously, felt that she should not have deserved such an unfair trial.

“That’s our hero.”

"This is a false trial and charge!"

"F**k the British, you bastard who's taking revenge on the public!"

"Shameless church and royal family! A bunch of British running dogs!"

"This is our sin. I'm sorry, Your Highness..."

Whether it is sadness, guilt, anger, or helplessness, these emotions have turned into an incredible power. It is foreseeable that when Gilles de Rais uses the Holy Grail to summon Joan of Arc Alter, these emotions and subconsciousness will become corrections, and she will get unimaginable local bonuses.

"The problem is, we don't even know where he is right now!" Alvin started to have a headache again when he thought about not knowing the whereabouts of the enemy.

It's impossible that we have to search the sewers one by one, right?

"Mr. Charlie, what do you think?" The spotlight returned to the most intelligent person in the room.

"Instead of harboring the delusion of nipping the seeds of trouble in the bud, it is better to refocus on them during this period of time." He closed the box in his hand, took off his gloves, and turned the newspaper back to the front page.

"For example, we can release the next interview."

Coincidentally, the housekeeper told them that someone was already waiting in the living room.

"It seems that they are moving faster than we thought." Voltaire opened the drawer, took out the second article that Alvin had written earlier, and went downstairs. This was already a familiar routine for him. After all, to some extent, this was his old job.

Rousseau looked at the back of the person he had been chasing, his eyes full of complexity. When I run with all my strength, it's like jumping and chasing the tail of time.

"He only runs when he's being chased."

"A long time ago, when I had not yet embarked on this path, you two were the ones who gave me the most headaches in class." Alvin still doesn't understand why these two people are included in the required courses at his university.

“Is it really that important to have different ideologies?”

"Of course it's important." He smiled helplessly and gestured to Alvin.

"Give me."

"What for you?"

"Cigarette, I don't want to take the pipe. I know you have it. Let me try new ways besides chewing and smoking the pipe." Rousseau was a little impatient. Now he urgently needed to calm himself down.

"Come on, big boss, have a cigarette." After offering Rousseau a cigarette, Alvin kindly lit it up, but Mr. Montesquieu rejected his offer and chose to smoke a pipe.

"Compared to him, I'm not a big shot." Rousseau looked at the stairs with a meaningful look in his eyes, and then told a story about a couple in the smoke.

"A couple who usually love each other very much, finally parted ways and divorced because one of them liked salty food and the other liked sweet food."

"What's with that expression? You look very regretful." Rousseau pretended to be confused, but the slightly raised corners of his mouth that he couldn't hide revealed his mood of tax evasion at the moment.

"You think I'm just trying to fool you, but that's actually the case." He leaned back, but many memories of the past emerged in his mind.

"It seems to you that this is totally unreasonable and a bit pretentious, but in fact, it is not pretentious at all."

"For example, when a man and a woman come together, lust attacks their differences at first, and everything seems trivial, but as time goes by, reason will eventually take over."

"The conflict between him and me, on the surface, was that I was suspicious, dark, sensitive and self-deprecating, while he was kind-hearted and fat, not easily affected by emotional fluctuations. In essence, the differences in background, stance and world view ultimately led to the split between us."

While he was enjoying himself in the salons, I was living in poverty and embarrassment under someone else's roof.

He was a handsome and elegant young man from the upper class, while I was a small-time thug who stole and cheated to make a living.

Rich kids pursue high levels of success, while those who have experienced the ups and downs of life love nature and yearn to be respected and loved.

"You are just a clown! What's the point of this book? With your writing style? No one will read this bullshit. You should just go back to your parents!"

"What are you yelling at, you treacherous bastard? I beg you to use your walnut-sized brain and say something readable, okay? I'm thinking you're not in the advanced stage of cancer? No, even if you are in the advanced stage of cancer, I'm still better than you."

"Oh, now when I think about it, I still miss those days of verbal attacks, verbal battles, quarrels and swearing in the streets."

But it's really interesting. They quarreled for a lifetime but chose to shut up in the same year. Both of them died in the same year.

They disliked each other when alive, but slept in the same grave after death.

Right, François-Marie Arouet?

The other protagonist was sitting on the steps of the stairs at this time, with a pipe in his mouth, and the ashes from the pipe were scattered all over the steps.

The flame burns the tobacco, the past burns the future, and neither is there.

From a G2 fan's perspective, losing is actually no big deal, but I didn't expect to lose in this way.

What’s even more painful is that when everyone around you is cheering, you are alone and sad.

Chapter 80: Mr. Alvin

“So when I first played Mozart and Salieri, it was like seeing ourselves back in the day.”

"It may take a long time from the first meeting to becoming like-minded, but it only takes one opportunity to go in opposite directions from having the same interests. The gap between them is like a chasm. I would not be surprised if they repeat the same mistakes."