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

He took another deep puff, and the tobacco was almost burned out. It only took him three puffs to finish smoking the cigarette to the point of burning the filter.

"At this speed, you're more suitable for a pipe, really." Alvin simply handed him the box of cigarettes, which he stuffed directly into his sleeve without any hesitation.

"There are only 17 sticks in this bag. You should use them sparingly. I don't have many with me." He touched the poor lining pocket of his shirt. When he thought about having to use these seven or eight sticks to get through half a year, he instantly regretted his decision.

"By the way, I'll leave the last one for you." After accepting the gift, Rousseau said something puzzling to Alvin.

"What do you mean?"

"According to what you said, the holy relics that summon the Heroic Spirit are items related to the Heroic Spirit when he was alive. So after the Heroic Spirit appears in the world and performs some actions, can the things he leaves behind be regarded as holy relics and summoned again after he returns to Valhalla?"

"Take the Italian painter as an example. After he appeared in the world, he was asked to paint a Mona Lisa. After he returned to Valhalla, where is the Mona Lisa as a holy relic, can it be summoned 100%?"

There was light in Alvin's eyes. He seemed to see a bright future for Chaldea. Although no one had ever done this experiment before and he didn't know what the chances of success were, it was foreseeable that once successful, there would be a bright future.

The first phase of Chaldea Galaxy officially sets sail!

Our journey is the sea of ​​stars!

Well, Mr. Alvin simply ignored the possibility of "failure" and started to fantasize directly. The spirit of asking you whether you want Yasuo or Diana skin made the two people present feel ashamed.

"Well, don't get your hopes up, after all, this is just an experiment, and there's still a high chance of failure."

"Do you need more samples? I can be a guinea pig." Montesquieu, who had the spirit of enlightenment, could not restrain the little boy in his heart and decisively chose to join.

“When I was a kid, my father told me that the train never came through just once.”

“Is there still a little boy living inside you?”

The air was filled with a cheerful atmosphere until Voltaire, who came late, walked up from downstairs and broke the cheerful atmosphere.

"I think, Alvin, if you use the Confessions to make a holy relic, the effect might be better."

Come on, you started to be sarcastic right away, but Rousseau was not a pushover either, and he quickly organized a counterattack and fought back.

"Yes, yes, yes. I'm sure that your little stories of picking up girls and women will be turned into something disgusting when you write about them: Ah, this is the romantic life of a famous scholar! Who doesn't know about your little stories? You are the number one playboy in Europe?"

In this regard, Rousseau stands at an absolute commanding height, as a master among gangsters, a mentor among masters, and the favorite man of European entertainment reporters. He is different from those guys who hide their true colors.

The reason is simple. In his narcissistic autobiographical work "Confessions", he brazenly announced to the world his sexual fetish that left many people dumbfounded and blushing.

In a way, he is the grandfather.

Voltaire was instantly stuck. Although he had always had some disagreements with Rousseau in the past, he really admired him in this regard.

Thanks to him, a certain German forgot to go out for a walk at 4 p.m., and as a result, the ignorant fools in his hometown of Königsberg thought that the church clock was broken, not to mention Robespierre who was now in Paris.

"By the way, Alvin, aren't you having an affair with Madam Roland? As your colleague and senior, I need to give you some advice..."

Nonsense, I finally met someone whose three fetishes are exactly the same as mine: being obsessed with older men, being obsessed with my mother, and being obsessed with mature women. How can I not be friendly to him!

Perhaps because of the tobacco, Rousseau returned to the state of being sixteen years old that day.

——Then it came to an abrupt halt, just like pulling the horse back from a cliff.

"Ahem." A woman coughed behind him, followed by a very cordial greeting.

"Ah, Mr. Rousseau, what are you talking about?"

"Well, Alvin, I suddenly remembered that I have something urgent to do, so I'll slip away first."

The speed at which cherry blossoms fall is 5 centimeters per second. So, how fast did Rousseau run from the sofa to the stairs?

【7.77 seconds, no need to thank me. 】

Vashak, you definitely did it on purpose!

Having said that, he was indeed right about one thing. It seemed that I was indeed somewhat obsessed with my age.

Alvin calculated the ages of the women around him in his mind. Romani was four years older than him, Olga Marie was three years younger than him, Ritsuka was just an ordinary high school student, eighteen at most, and his senior Ophelia seemed to be one or two years younger than him. Although Mashu was a test-tube baby, if we counted from 2004, the year when the VI experiment was filed, she was only 11 years old at most...

You pervert, your figure is so ugly!

As for Mustard Hinako, Scathach, and Da Vinci, they could no longer be counted with simple numbers, because the first thing they said was—

As for Mary beside him, she should be 33 years old at this time, about the same age as the director of the orphanage when he was a child.

Help!

Why are there so many people older than me around me?

I really am not, oh no, it’s not just about age!

But to be honest, this kind of tall, thin-waisted, charming smile, and considerate older woman is simply not suitable for Alvin.

Can't refuse.

"Why are you shaking your head? Sir Charles and the others have all left." She was holding a glass of water and sipping it, with her head lowered for some reason. Looking closely, the back of her ears had turned red when no one was paying attention. Unfortunately, the source of the redness was still unknown.

——That’s strange!

"Sure enough, all Servants, no matter what their first impression is, will eventually become comedians?" Alvin leaned back on the sofa, staring at the ceiling, muttering softly.

I really don't just care about age...

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PS1: That’s right! I am a glorious older man + a womanizer!

But I am also a glorious controller!

PS2: Wow, ExaidLWX wants to choose the VN skin during the live broadcast, and the skin inside is no longer in the shape of Brother Zaozi.

Gongzige retired at the speed of light with 75 points in platinum xswl

PS3: So why does every Servant become different after arriving in Chaldea?

Chapter 81: Harem Escape

The Louvre was a little deserted in the winter. He walked up the steps in front of the palace alone. The soles of his shoes rubbed against the snow that had not yet melted on the ground, making a squeaking sound. The huge square seemed a little empty and boring in this era when there were no pyramids.

He walked to the door. Whether the heavy door could be used depended on when the owner of the palace could get out of his home-based state. This time he could only enter through the small door.

"I remember the ticket price was about 15 Euros..." Alvin looked back at the square and could vaguely see the location of the pyramid.

"But what does this have to do with me?"

(Since June 2009, the French government has stipulated that all domestic museums are open free of charge to students under the age of 6 holding an EU student card)

He pushed the door open without hesitation and walked in. As if some mechanism had been triggered, beautiful piano music rang out. The simple and elegant music danced between the rise and fall of Alvin's footsteps.

When the sound of the black and white keys stopped abruptly, Alvin's footsteps also stopped. He looked at the blond man sitting in a chair in front of the piano, thinking about something with his head down, obviously immersed in his own world.

"It's time to wake up, man."

"You're here."

Amadeus raised his head and looked at the visitor with sleepy eyes. The heavy dark circles under his eyes were too obvious. The light and elegant feeling of the past disappeared from him, as if a heavy shadow was covering him.

"Is it the first movement?"

"Yes, although it's a solo piano version." He closed the piano lid and covered it with a red cloth to prevent it from being stained by dust. Thanks to a prodigal son, he had wasted a long time maintaining this antique.

"We are going to the opera today, right?"

"Well, the opera house opens at 5pm and the performance starts at 6pm. Let me ask you first, how does it feel as an audience member to watch your good friend conduct your own work?"

"I don't feel anything." Amadeus smiled, stood up from his chair and leaned back on the sofa.

"He thought I would be angry, but I wasn't. All I wanted to do now was finish the work I was doing."

"And just to accompany her in the little time left."

"You know." There was no surprise in his tone.

"How could I not know the condition of my own body?"

The two men knew each other well. One was a descendant of Andusias, and the other was currently a being with two souls in one body. However, for these two guys who laughed all day long, it made no difference who took the dominant position.

But Amadeus was different.

Even though Andusias had stopped fighting with him for control of the body and allowed him to break the curse, the collapse of his body was already irreversible. Perhaps the deadline for the transaction had expired, and the disease once again attacked his frail body.

"It's funny to say that, when death was always around me, I felt happy to be alive. But when that day really came, I started to get scared."

"In short, I still want to thank you for allowing me to meet Mary again in the last period of my life; and in return, I will give you the original manuscript of K626."

Amadeus knew very well what he was doing and the value of the manuscript. It was not an equal exchange, but he did it anyway.

Because he has always been willful, that's all.

"Oh, there's one more thing." He left in a hurry for a while, and when he came back he had a few musical scores in his hands.

"The composition and arrangement of the second movement have been completed with Salieri last time. The remaining lyrics are left to you." After saying that, he fell asleep and it was estimated that he would not be able to wake up for a while.

"Should I say it's my honor or maybe you're also good at slacking off?" He looked at the three sheets of staves with all kinds of musical symbols drawn on them, but in fact only three lines of text were needed to complete them, and two of them were exactly the same.

"Entrance Chant: Kyrie, the main event should come next." He poured ink into the fountain pen in his hand, casually drew an ink painting on a piece of paper, and then began to write.

"Kyrie eleison, Christe eleison, Kyrie eleison."

Alvin compared the lyrics of the first movement and took the score of the prologue from the piano. First of all, the thickness was not on the same level, which made him look forward to dramatic passages like "Dies irae" even more.

But then again, has this guy ever been afraid of something?

When he picked up the kettle and poured water into the cup, the Queen of Lilies appeared along with the water in the cup.

"Your Majesty..."

She placed her index finger on her lips as a gesture for silence, held a quilt in her left hand, unfolded it, shook it, and gently covered him with it.

"follow me."

They left the place quietly and quietly, and only began their conversation when they were sure that Amadeus would not hear them.

"Welcome to the Louvre, Mr. Alvin, Amadeus is in your good graces."

"It seems like he has adapted well to life here."

"Hehe." The corners of her mouth raised up in a beautiful arc, and her face became gentle. "Amadeus, that guy, just wanted to be with me."

"Besides that, I have something I want to ask of you."

"Please take Amadeus away from here. Leave the country and go back to where he belongs." She said solemnly to Alvin.

"It is well known that he is a musical genius, but the situation here does not require him. Compared with a musician, those gunpowder and muskets are more favored."

The wisdom brought to her by her blood allowed her to quickly realize something. An undercurrent was gathering in a place no one noticed, and it only took an opportunity.

She had nowhere to escape, but she was still able to decide the fate of some people around her, and as her most precious treasure, she chose to let go.

If you love someone, you love him. When you can't give him anything, you still love him. This is Marie Antoinette.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. This is simply impossible. How could he be a deserter when the two most important people in his life are in Paris?"

"He doesn't want to regret it anymore, and people never step into the same river twice."

No one knew what they talked about afterwards. That day, they still went to see the opera conducted by Salieri and exchanged ideas about the second movement, as if nothing had happened.

Then, Christmas came.

PS1: The paper was rejected...I seem to see my future.

PS2: 1800WDLUP Skadi, are these all hints?

PS3: 2.5 will be released in December. Can the captain survive Christmas?

"Ritsuka, the fate of the world and humanity is in your hands."

Chapter 82 The Past is Gone

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What images come to your mind when you think of Christmas?

Most European and American family members gather at home, have a sumptuous dinner together, and then sit around a blazing fireplace, playing the piano and singing, enjoying the family happiness; or hold a unique masquerade ball and celebrate all night long.

Alvin was greatly disappointed when he came out of Notre Dame de Paris, which was the place he thought was most likely to see Gilles de Rais, and from any point of view, it was his only choice for the summoning.

--Unless you go to Orleans.

But it was not a complete failure, as I was lucky enough to meet the two protagonists in the novel of the same name. Completely different from the book, the hunchback of Notre Dame and the gypsy girl had already married and were living a simple but happy life.

"What's wrong with you? You've been sighing these past few days."