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

So how did the real heroine, who was the only one designated to lose when her 180-population team fought against a 120-population team with a flying dragon, suddenly become an ordinary doctor who was offline and slacking off?

PS2: He was a person who "responded to expectations and wishes" during his lifetime. He became emperor with the support of many people, and even if he was imprisoned on the island of Elba, he could return again as long as the people had high expectations for him.

When I saw the information of Kizuna using my friend's account, the song "You Will Return Like Lightning" suddenly came to my mind.

By the way, according to the autopsy, Napoleon's height was about 168-170. 155 is a problem of British and French measurement units, but even so, it is forcibly raised. The first bond shows that Napoleon's height is 189......

PS3: Divine Grace suddenly UP, but I don’t have a drop left.

PS4: Today is actually the birthday of Hair Director Twistzz... I've learned something new.

Chapter 84 Final Fantasy: Advent of the Holy Maiden

On December 12, the first day after Christmas, which happened to be Sunday, people who had spent an unforgettable night came out of their homes, young men with their female companions, couples with their children, and walked towards the nearby church.

The winter sun melted the snow on the branches and shone into the second floor of a small villa. She pushed open the door, quietly walked to the window, and pulled open the curtains that had covered the window. It was rare to have such good sunshine in the winter in France. It was bright and soft, casting countless tiny golden fragments on the floor of the room.

When some golden fragments appeared on his face, he looked a little unnatural.

"It's time to wake up."

"No."

"Today is Sunday, please go to church with me."

"No, how can I accompany you if we have different beliefs? I am a faithful YAWH believer."

"Will you go with me~"

"Ah~ I'm so sleepy." Because the sunlight was too glaring, Alvin turned over and turned his head to face away from the sunlight.

"Let me sleep for another minute, just five minutes."

For five minutes, she leaned against the door with her arms folded across her chest, looking at Alvin who had fallen asleep again, and shook her head speechlessly.

An hour later, Alvin, still looking listless, leaned on the sofa, nodding from time to time, without any energy at all, just like a senior high school student who got up early in the morning to attend classes.

"By the way, what happened that day? You drank so much and came back reeking of alcohol."

"Huh? Is there any?"

"Isn't there any?"

"Then there is..."

She came down the stairs after changing into her new clothes. Her thick long hair made her look particularly beautiful, but she usually put her hair into a hairnet for convenience. She had round shoulders, big hands and feet, and wore loose and large clothes. In order to cope with the cold, she also put on a plush shawl for herself.

The maid Margaret came down with them. She was wearing a black top and skirt, with a white apron on the front of her skirt. She was wearing a maid's bonnet, which was made of white and delicate material. She was holding a set of winter clothes in her hands, which were obviously men's clothes.

"Here are the clothes that Madam prepared for you, Mr. Alvin."

"Won't Margaret come with us?"

"I'm very sorry, I have never believed in these things." She bowed, put down the clothes in her hands, and walked towards the kitchen.

The perfect head maid.

The word appeared subconsciously in his mind, followed by the image of a maid with short silver hair tied into a small pigtail, a green ribbon at the end of her hair, wielding a throwing knife in her hand and a pocket watch hanging around her waist.

Well, there is also the barrage of being unable to get through the five sides of the Red Devil Town in easy mode.

After a night of heavy snow, the city of Paris was already covered in silver. Thick snow had fallen on the tree trunks, and occasionally one could hear the sound of branches breaking. Large flakes of snow fell along with the branches, thick and dazzling.

There were already people clearing the accumulated snow on the streets. Children of all classes, who had no idea about their future, were doing the same thing.

There is no difference now, but maybe in ten years or so, he will become the one who exploits him. Human beings are such interesting creatures.

"Where are we going?"

“Notre Dame de Paris.”

The road they chose was different from usual and a bit remote, but it was the only road without so much snow.

Alvin seemed to discover the clear sky, the cold, the winter sunshine that he had never felt before at this hour. They seemed like the prelude to the cream eggs, like the luster of time, the pale cold color of pale red on the surface of the Gothic church, while there was so much warmth and fragrance and flowers inside the hall.

The Gothic Christian church building on the Ile de la Cité still stands there. It is not in the center of Paris, but occupies a small island in the middle of the Seine River. This makes it look independent and sacred. As the cathedral of the Archdiocese of Paris, thousands of people come here every year to dedicate their piety.

He saw the believers, they walked slowly towards her, crawling forward like pilgrims. The vague hope and untouchable golden dream in his childhood waiting had now turned into reality.

So what happens when this temple within them burns down?

Alvin thought about the news and couldn't help but feel a little funny and sad.

As if she sensed something, she held Alvin's hand tighter.

She did not feel sad about joining a war that was doomed to fail, but rather felt fortunate.

If nothing had happened, I would probably be locked in that place with no emotions but only interests.

Even if it's just a dream, please, please give me more time.

This was an experience that a woman named Mary Jean Manon had never had.

The nuns stood side by side in the church, and their holy songs echoed. In the empty church, only the majestic bells of Notre Dame could be heard, echoing in everyone's heart.

“May the wind of Christmas blow away the barriers between people, and may the light of Bethlehem dispel the sorrow of doubt. Amen.”

"Amen."

The devout prayers of the church priest and people could be heard from inside the closed door. Alvin strolled alone in the atrium of the church. He was very sure that he would not get stuck in the wall suddenly due to some bug.

[It’s almost here. ]

"In the garden?"

If there is no other answer, this is it.

He waved his right hand, and the locked garden gate opened. The heavy lock fell off and into the soil, and he walked in.

There was a bench in the garden, and on the bench was his target.

She was a nun. The pure white fabric clung to her body, outlining her slender figure. The sunlight made her clothes seem a little transparent, and one could seem to see her beautiful waistline and the perfect pair of eyes looming under her clothes.

To ordinary people, her eyes revealed a sense of holiness, just like the eyes of those Asuras kneeling in front of the statues of gods, full of piety.

——Of course, this was all an act. Her light golden eyes showed her disgust and disdain for the dress.

"Tsk, Jill always comes up with weird ideas. This outfit is not comfortable at all."

"Ah, when can I have a good time? Even though it's only the next day, my body tells me that this is not the life I want."

Well, she doesn't look like a saint at all, which makes people believe that she is a saint with a hammer. Miss Joan of Arc would probably cry after seeing this scene, and of course, she might be taught a lesson as an elder sister.

"Hello, Sister, may I ask why you are alone in the garden during worship and prayer?"

Let me meet this most approachable woman in Chaldea!

With this mentality, Alvin A went up.

PS1: Nothing happened between the senior in Boring Girlfriend and Tomoya Aki that night, so nothing really happened on December 12th (I’m sure)

PS1: By the way, there seems to be a child hidden by the god in the Crimson Demon Village.

PS2：FF7这冷饭15年E3就开始炒了，结果同时的莎木三都要出来了，这FF7到现在还没有影子......

PS3: Yukinoshita Yukino wins!

Chapter 85 The Last Peaceful Days

"Here, I want to apologize to my past brothers."

In the front page of France Soir on March 3, Clavier, who had joined the Breton Club and returned to the cabinet government to become finance minister again, answered the question directly for the first time in an exclusive interview about whether he had ever been a Girondin.

“It’s an integral part of my life,” he replied.

"Why are you joining the Brittany Club now?"

"There was a little boy inside of me that was calling out Brittany, and I decided to listen to that voice deep inside of me."

"What do you think of Mara's reorganization of the club and renaming it Jacobin?"

"This is a decision we have made together to change the fate of those who have been trapped in poverty until now."

"Any final words for Sir Brissot, who has retired?"

"Times have changed, my Lord."

While eating breakfast, Alvin was looking at the newspaper that had just been delivered. His expression became more and more strange.

There are too many factors.

Well, the milk tastes good, which is impossible to imagine if it were placed over there. The last time I went back, they were still recovering from a hangover, and they were also admiring how I had lived in that boys' dormitory for so long.

"But why do you still have a 2G signal?" Alvin looked at the bracelet on his hand. The two prisms and the olive branch engraving surrounding the dove were still as new as ever. There was still a 2G signal in the upper right corner of the light blue screen.

Do you want me to go all the way to Donremi? But they are not the type to stay where they are.

Forget it, the most important thing is to finish breakfast.

After putting down the newspaper in his hand, he stuffed a piece of bread into his mouth. The aroma of the buttered bread reminded him of the survival story of an orphan in London at the beginning of the century, a long time ago.

He dug out a piece of buttered bread that had been bitten two or three times from the trash can. Even the dust and stench could not cover up its original aroma and taste.

It is simply the most delicious food in the world.

Thinking of this, he laughed, wiped the corners of his eyes with his hands, and continued to gnaw on the warm bread in his hand.

"Have you thought of anything happy?" She took the newspaper from his hand and replaced it with a curious face.

"Didn't you read this?" Alvin turned the newspaper back to the front page and pointed to the interview section.

"They speak in high-sounding terms, but in reality they are just treating us as tools. What impression do you have of their core?"

"That Marat had had trouble with Mr. Lavoisier, and the younger one, Robespierre, remembers visiting Mr. Rousseau."

"I'm starting to worry about you, really." He shook his head helplessly and tapped her forehead with his right hand. She immediately touched the spot where she was tapped and looked at him with some grievance.

"Don't underestimate anyone, Mary." For the first time, a look of worry appeared on Alvin's face. It was this Robespierre, whom she had no impression of, who sent everyone to the guillotine.

Of course, including himself.

"Okay, okay, I get it. This guy is a dangerous guy, okay." Mary opened her big innocent eyes, pouted her lips, acted aggrieved, and inadvertently gave the man a coquettish look.

"There's really nothing I can do about you."

Alvin Vasak's daily routine began in the small house in the 16th arrondissement. After breakfast, he first walked around a few places where Caster often hangs out, and then went to the Louvre to rush the Requiem with Amadeus and Salieri. However, judging from the fact that Amadeus deliberately put the Dies irae chapter in the second movement to the end, it was estimated that it would make big news.

"Do you know what happened to Amadeus? Why do I always feel that something is wrong with her?" Salieri said such things to Alvin in private more than once, but Alvin just shook his head and said he didn't know.

"How long can you hide it from them?" he asked the man who kept coughing during practice. The bloodstains on the ground were very conspicuous, and some lumpy objects could be seen.

"I don't know. I can't answer this question." He shook his head and wiped the corner of his mouth with his hand. Not only did the blood not get wiped off, but it left a mark upwards, adding a unique charm to it.

"Help me clean up the blood on the ground, please." Before he finished speaking, the blood on the ground disappeared, and it became bright and clean again.

"This is the only way I can do now." He smiled helplessly.

He couldn't help much in this regard, and being able to write the lyrics was the best help he could offer.

"I wish you peace."

"the same as you."

After leaving the Louvre, he sometimes took a long detour to see an angel, who was lively and mature and whose favorite thing was reading.

But it was such an angel who planned and acted alone to assassinate someone and left her name in history - Charlotte Corday.

Of course, this was only sometimes the case; for him, the most important target was a nun.

Alvin still can't figure out how the Dragon Witch had such an interest. If you say it was just a whim, she actually played the role for three full months; if you say she liked it, she couldn't hide the look of disdain no matter how hard she looked at her.

He thought about it and thought there was only one reason.

study hard, improve every day.

That's how Alvin Vasak, a librarian from the University of Paris, came in.

"Hey, Miss Sister, you are here."

"Sir, what are we going to learn today?"

Joan of Arc Alter felt a little uneasy. The booklet she was holding was the one she used for her daily studies. Ever since she knew that her other self was a country girl who understood nothing, Alter, determined to surpass herself in all aspects, decided to study hard. Her enthusiasm was very similar to that of high school students in the far east.

Please, please, you must give it to me!