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

After kicking away the chattering Gironde, Marie never paid any attention to the guy who had ignored her before. Instead of racking her brains there, it is better to enjoy life. It is also a good choice to stroll in the city with her beloved every day.

Although he still seemed to regard her as a soul mate, the greedy her was no longer satisfied with this relationship.

She wanted to go further.

"I just didn't find the answer I wanted." Alvin finally gave up that unrealistic idea.

"By the way, what day is today?"

"December 12th, Christmas Eve."

"That was a wonderful day."

On the day of Yahweh's birth, the Saint will be summoned, and after the consciousness of the Holy Grail and all the French people are reversed and corrected, the final boss of the first singularity, the Dragon Witch, will officially descend here.

It's really a bad taste, but shouldn't we choose a stable to summon?

At this moment, a carriage with the emblem of the Knights Templar passed by Alvin and headed towards the church behind him.

Even if life is not going well, we still have to celebrate the festivals. What's more, from this day to January 1th of next year, it is one of the few holidays for many people. Of course, they don't want to take this holiday.

He leaned against the railing of the stone bridge. Under the bridge was a pier decorated with all kinds of colorful flags. Large and small schooners were clean and beautiful. On this important day, many ships were anchored to rest.

"This time last year, we seemed to have just returned from Strasbourg."

"Has a year already passed? Time flies so fast." Her eyes were dazed and confused. Has time passed so quickly?

In other words, the day of separation is coming, and the dream is about to end...

When the girl beside him was feeling lost, a subtle ripple in the center of the Seine River caught Alvin's attention.

There was no doubt that it came from the bottom of the river. An ordinary person might not know what it was, but Alvin didn't. He sniffed the air.

The taste of the ocean.

The smell of the ocean appeared in the Tamsui River.

Have you started?

"It should be these few days." He muttered to himself as he looked at the river surface which had become calm again.

"Mary, I have some things to take care of. You go back first."

Without waiting for a response, he ran back the way he came, leaving only the woman watching his back. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't. She just smiled there, originally woven thousands of words, but in the end, she blurted out only four words.

"come back earlier."

But he didn't know that at this moment he was walking against the flow of people, running along the road towards the upstream of the river.

When he followed his feelings and ran to the outskirts of Paris, it was already too late, and all that was left for him was a mess.

The ground was littered with corpses, whether they were civilians with nothing or nobles in bright clothes, all mixed together. The scene was even more horrible, with corpses everywhere, broken limbs and arms scattered all over the ground, the dead looked like they had been drained of blood and flesh, their faces were hideous, and only skin and bones were left. If it weren't for the nauseating smell of blood everywhere in the air, one would have thought they were mummies that had been dead for a long time.

Everyone here died from trauma, but there was no trace of any sword or knife at the scene. Their wounds still had fresh blood on them, but they were not fatal.

If there was any clue left for Alvin, it was just the look in his eyes.

fear.

The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.

It was as if he had seen something unspeakable. One could imagine his face becoming hideous and terrifying as his voice changed, and he cried out in pain; it was as if an investigator who was about to learn the truth of the matter accidentally saw something through the Silver Key Door.

"Has it started yet?"

Alvin began to search for something that might be left behind. Although these people were not strong enough to cause any harm, he still held a glimmer of hope in his heart.

He finally found something, a pool of blue blood, still blooming among the weeds, the bright color staining the snow like two blooming forget-me-nots.

Alvin carefully preserved the pool of blood and continued searching in the reeds. It was impossible for an ordinary person to hurt such creatures, and there were only a handful of creatures that could hurt them.

The river bank and the moist grass were densely covered with reeds with snow-white fluffy flowers. They were densely packed and stood tall, swaying unconsciously in the absence of wind.

He began to become impatient. Those fish with their bellies turned up gathered here, which became a den of filth in another sense. Alvin had to destroy these dead fish humanely.

Alvin thought of many possibilities. If the one found was Dirk the Scottish Dagger, it would prove that it was Hassan the Cursed-Arm who did it; if toxins were analyzed from those fish, it would be Hassan the Serene. As for Hassan the All-Powerful and All-Powerful, he ruled him out.

Alvin did find something, and it was something that was beyond his expectation. It was an answer that he thought was completely impossible, just like the surprise of a teacher analyzing the test questions after the test and finding that the standard answer was wrong.

It was a dragon's tooth.

He picked up the cup of dragon teeth from the wet soil and put it in his pocket. He put his hands in his pockets and walked back the way he came.

"Happy Christmas Eve, Alexander Allen."

PS1: When most people were playing Sword and Shield, I went to eat a bite of the shit of the Chinese national football team.

I am a SB, and I am a SB when I watch the Chinese national football team play.

PS2: My team’s official Weibo account lashes out at its own fans every day. I’m really fed up with it. They also spare no effort in bragging about themselves.

PS3: Blast Finals, Faze Clan, go go go!

Chapter 83 Welcome back

Downstairs in the dormitory building of the Artillery Department of the French Paris Military Academy, Alvin stood alone in the long dim corridor with his back against the wall, staring at his own shadow on the ground. No one knew what he was thinking except himself.

"Sorry, I'm late." The young man with short brown hair was breathing heavily, holding the door frame with one hand, his legs slightly bent, and he was a little out of breath.

"You're overreacting. It's unnecessary."

"Ha, there's nothing I can do. It's an old problem. Let me take it easy."

"Let's go. I'll treat you today."

"Why am I like a meal ticket in front of you?"

"Then I'll go by myself."

"Boss, boss, I was wrong, don't run away,"

Could such a person really be the emperor in the future? Alvin began to doubt his own judgment, wondering if he had found an ordinary person with the same name who made a living by selling oranges.

At nAscitA, a street restaurant on the Champs-Elysées, two people sat in the same position again, flipping through the menu. The street was bustling with people as usual, and the air was filled with a festive atmosphere.

"I thought it would be some high-end place, but I didn't expect it to be here." The 19-year-old Buwanaba sat there, looking affectionately, remembering the days when he first arrived in Paris at the age of 16 and worked here.

The former migrant worker has now become an outstanding graduate, and in the near future, he will become the master of this era.

"Hey, long time no see, Buannaba. Why did you think of coming to my shop today?" The store manager, who was also a Corsican, hugged him. He had always found it difficult to deal with such enthusiastic people as the store manager, so he just smiled dryly.

“Now that you’re an adult, why don’t you have a cigar? It’s a symbol of masculinity!” The store manager with short brown hair kept turning the cigar in his hand, as if admiring the flame from the cigarette butt.

"Maybe I'll be interested in this thing in the future, but I'm sorry I can't do it now."

"Give me one." Alvin stretched out his hand, and the manager did not hesitate to put a cigar directly in his hand.

"We should have a lot to talk about." He gave an incomprehensible smile and then went back to the kitchen.

"Why do I feel like you two have known each other for a long time? Is it my illusion?"

"Take it, you think too much."

"Can we please stop using such ambiguous names?"

"I think you're enjoying it."

"It's better this way." He leaned back helplessly on the soft chair behind him and gave up on the treatment. He had completely given up hope.

After a normal meal and a few drinks, he told Alvin that he wanted to leave first.

"Why do you look a little strange?"

He noticed that the man in front of him was stunned. At that moment, he discovered the weakness of this seemingly invulnerable man in front of him. He couldn't help but show off and started to ride on his face and attack him just like he did when he crossed the Alps later.

"Tsk, he's just a traveler." Alvin responded with a look of contempt, as if to say that he didn't have anything. And to be honest, as long as ywwuyi doesn't have a girlfriend, my youth will never end!

"Goodbye." Alvin picked up the remaining wine in the glass with boredom, looking at the Champs Elysees filled with a strong Christmas atmosphere, and a trace of pity arose in his heart.

Soon, everything will change.

As time went by, the number of customers in the restaurant gradually decreased. After all, after a delicious meal, many men and women would have wild thoughts. The manager took off his chef's hat, changed the direction of the sign at the door, and took two steps at a time to sit in front of Alvin.

Alvin skillfully poured Martell into the glasses in front of the two people. The oldest and most famous brandy in the world is only about 80 years old.

"This is Napoleon-level stuff, we have to save some money."

"I have three other brands of the same level here. You can try each of them." The store manager shook the wine glass. The amber liquid swayed with the shaking of the glass, carrying the aroma of grapes, which intoxicated countless people.

"Cheers to our friendship."

"cheers."

The two wine glasses clinked together, and then they were all drank.

“Why did you think of opening a restaurant?”

"I just want to experience the life of an ordinary person. After all, before that incident at home, I was likely to inherit the family business and become a restaurant owner."

At this point, the Corsican smiled heartily, which made him look even more handsome. He had a sunny smell, which was from the Mediterranean.

That taste is completely opposite to mine.

"I do what I say, that's my style. After all, there is no impossible in my dictionary!"

"Except the Spanish cigarettes."

"Aaaaahhh, just pretend this never happened! Look how skilled I am now."

He did what he said and immediately took out two imported cigars from his cardigan, cut them open with skillful techniques, and lit them for Alvin. For a while, the two of them began to puff smoke again.

"Huh... cigars are really good, they can make people think clearly. It's funny to think about how I disliked them when I was a minor, haha."

"By the way, do you know that a certain captain was imprisoned for fourteen years because of you?"

"Edmond Dantès? The most famous Avenger in the world. But if we meet... we'll probably fight. After all, I didn't even go to the Chateau d'If during those 103 days."

"But I didn't expect to be summoned to this era by the Holy Grail." When he said this, he scratched his hair, his face a little conflicted.

"The nobles of Versailles are easier to deal with than I thought. Of course, there are many old acquaintances of mine among them. It is really a delicate matter for me, who has become a Servant, and them who are still alive."

“The Caster extended from the Code did not appear, and the Rider extended from the Emperor and the Commander of the Continental Army did not appear. In the end, the one who descended was a **…” Alvin looked at the man in front of him and shook his head.

"Hey, don't underestimate the artillery, this is the Canon de l'Empereur (Emperor's Cannon)! This artillery treasure, which is given the French name of the Arc de Triomphe, can blow off the nose of that Egyptian thing!"

The two men were like old friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time, drinking glasses and smoking, until they worked together to finish the last bottle of brandy, which put an end to this carefully planned "encounter".

"One last question, my friend, who are you now?" Alvin placed his hand on the door of the restaurant, which could be opened with a slight push.

"Founder of the First Empire. First Consul of the First Republic, Emperor of the First Empire, author of the Code, Archer of France, student of the Military Academy, child of Corsica."

"——And, CTY mentioned by someone."

Alvin smiled, he opened the door, waved, and walked away on the snow.

"Goodbye then, my friend."

"And Merry Christmas, Napoleon Bonaparte."

"It's Buwanaba, bastard." He pointed out the mistake in someone's sentence and smiled nostalgically.

"And I wish you good luck on your road to restoring humanity, my friend."

It was late at night in Paris, and most people went back to bed to do what they needed to do, but Alvin was holding a gift in his hand, and snowflakes were falling on him.

He did not return to the Fourth District, but walked alone to the Sixteenth District, where someone was still waiting in the Rococo-style villa.

The door was not locked, perhaps because Miss Margaret was careless for a moment. He locked it, took off his snow-covered coat, hung it on the hanger, and walked towards the living room.

When the curled-up girl saw Alvin, she left the warm sofa and ran towards him happily.

"Welcome back."

After she hugged him, Alvin opened his mouth, and thousands of words finally turned into one sentence.

"I am back."

At this moment, he chose to surrender. He lost to the same type of woman again, and he did it willingly.

"Alvin, please reply..."

In the Chaldea control room, Romani tapped the keyboard in boredom, supporting his face with one hand, and on the huge light screen, two spots of light were finally about to converge together.

"We can only hope that Ritsuka and the others can find it. I hope they can succeed in this needle-in-a-haystack search."

PS1: Why not change the name to "How to Raise a Strange Girlfriend Solomon"~(￣0￣)/~(￣0￣)/