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

"Tsk." Voltaire sneered at Alvin on the stairs. "Is this the superiority of being a winner in life? It's really enviable."

"Aren't you jealous?"

"I'm so jealous! Why?"

Hearing Voltaire's words, which were as sour as a 82 lemon, Alvin pretended not to hear them.

If this isn't acid, then what is?

"Wow Mashu, what should we do now that everyone has been captured?"

"Senior, please pay attention to your image!"

Even though the destination was not the Bastille, Ritsuka was still so off the mark, which seemed like an eye-opener to Jeanne.

"Ms. Ritsuka is so... energetic." She smiled kindly, but in Ophelia's opinion, this smile was not kind but awkward.

There is still a long way to go, Ophelia thought.

But the most urgent thing is how to escape from here. After the two soldiers handed over, the one guarding them now was an elegant and easy-going young man. He sat on the sofa and flipped through the book in his hand aimlessly. Although he looked like an ordinary person, he gave her a sense of danger.

There's something wrong with this guy.

"Is everyone here, Sir Charles?"

"Are these the four people you want?"

The man who came down the stairs placed the mug on the table and examined the people who were tied up.

"Yes, that's them." He nodded with satisfaction. "The money will be with you in three days. Thank you for your help, Sir Charles."

Just when the two wanted to continue acting, the bracelet on Ritsuka's hand made a sound after a long time.

"How long will this play last, Mr. Alvin?"

The scene was extremely embarrassing.

I was wondering why the rope was tied so strangely, it turns out you are behind all the bad things!

"Ahahaha, is there nothing I can do about this? Otherwise I wouldn't be able to find you."

Now that he has been exposed, Alvin no longer wants to cover it up.

"Well, everyone, welcome to France."

PS1: I was so happy to see Valve take action that I slapped my thighs. I was sweating all over in the cold weather, and my hands and feet were no longer cold. Valve is really getting better. We CSERs are very satisfied now. We can do whatever we want. The corners of our mouths are unconsciously raised, and there is a sense of happiness everywhere. CSER has finally stood up!

I declare that Gabe Newell is the person who knows CS:GO best!

A fight outside the world? It's a child I don't know.

PS2: True Damage Paramecium Herrscher of the Sky uses a big move like releasing gas...

But the original Ekko is really awesome, and the original painting is really good to attract money.

PS3: When will my sword and shield arrive?

Chapter 88 The Crying Little Boy

"This is Caster Voltaire, the top LYB."

"This is Caster Rousseau, a very nice guy."

"This is Sir Caster Montesquieu, just call him Mr. Charles."

"You are treating me differently! Why should I be different?" Voltaire was extremely dissatisfied with his suffix.

"Because you really can't."

Since he was born as a Servant, Rousseau crushed Voltaire in all aspects for the first time. He was proud and proud all day long, and his life was too comfortable - although everyone knows the specific reasons.

"cut."

Chaldea was dumbfounded when seeing this scene.

Is this the Servant?

Where is your pride? Where is your dignity?

You are Voltaire! The "best poet of France" and the "conscience of Europe"! How could this be possible!

"I can no longer understand these Servants."

Olga Marie assured that today was the day her worldview collapsed the most, so much so that there were not enough building materials left to rebuild.

What was her original impression of the Heroic Spirits?

Sangsu, the omnipotent number one in the universe, the Ashbringer, the chicken-slaying demon, the ultimate weapon, the Flash Death Charge.

The above content is the description of the heroic spirits by Olga Marie's father, Maris Billy. Of course, it was proved that he lied. He was the one who won the Holy Grail War with the trump card in his hand.

"Ah, that's not working. Romani, you're here just in time. Come and help me cover for a while. I need to calm down by myself."

She looked at Olga Marie's back, a state in which her dream was ruthlessly shattered by reality.

You thought you were going to the cinema to watch Star Wars, but what was actually shown to you was Sambo vs. Bollywood, it's such magical realism.

"Poor child." Romani spoke with the tone of an experienced person, not paying any attention to the fact that he was only 10 years old in the strict sense.

"Well, then Alvin, have you acquired any useful information during this time?"

"Of course, Mr. Charlie, do you still have those things?"

“They will interest everyone, there’s no doubt about that.”

After they left, Mashu, who could no longer control herself, chased after Voltaire and Rousseau and started punching them hard.

"Are you really Voltaire and Rousseau? May I ask why you chose to help us? And what exactly happened at that time? And what happened to Mr. Alvin during this period?"

Such questions came to them one after another, dizzying and unique, covering as much as a census. So when they saw two pairs of white gloves with exquisite sandalwood boxes, the two leaders of the Enlightenment exchanged glances with each other.

At this moment, they reached a consensus again.

"Be careful, the things in these two boxes are not simple."

"Doctor, what did you detect?"

Romani's fingers tapped the keyboard rapidly. Lines of code jumped out from her fingertips impatiently, leaving Olga Marie beside her dumbfounded. For a moment, the only sound was the clear sound of keystrokes.

"There is magic flowing inside the box, as well as traces of life activities."

"what!"

"That's what makes it magical, but relax, this is not Pandora's box." Montesquieu smiled as expected and opened the box.

Inside the box was an upside-down glass bottle, in which a small sea monster was moving around, trying to break free from the confinement from time to time, but always failed in the end.

"Mr. Lavoisier created this masterpiece with a little bit of magic, and it has achieved a remarkable result. This is the best match of science and magic!"

"Of course, the one in here is Unit-02, and Unit-01 is over here."

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Alvin opened the original Pandora's box.

They are all the same glass bottles produced by the same laboratory, but the contents are completely different from before.

A tentacle lay inside, rising and falling slowly, as if it was breathing. Of course this was impossible because there was no air at all.

"Unit-02 was born from Unit-01. We were all shocked at the time. Asexual reproduction could actually happen on a tentacle."

"But the reality is that this kind of thing really happened, right under our noses."

"Tsk." Voltaire was extremely impressed by this man's ability to lie with his eyes open. He was clearly being affectionate in someone else's home at that time, jumping around with both hands, but in the end he took all the credit for himself?

I admire you. I really admire you.

"Anyway, this is all the information we have obtained during this period of time. We originally wanted to give out some dragon teeth and the like, but I thought you might have seen a lot of them along the way, so I won't show them to you."

He felt a little guilty when he said this. After all, it was such a great pleasure to have been catching fish for two whole years!

"The world-famous painting "Alvin's Impression, Sunrise" is an oil painting created by the famous painter Alvin Vasago in 1789 at Shay's house in the eastern part of Paris. It depicts a man who finally meets his long-lost friend in the morning mist in France. In the moment before the dawn is about to shine on his face, he is so happy, joyful, and excited that he smiles... Where's the photo?"

"You think too much. We didn't take any pictures just now."

The rope holding the camera in Rousseau's hand was dangling there, and he threw it away and it fell into Alvin's hands.

"No, that's okay." He fiddled with the magenta camera that had just fallen into his hands, sat on the sofa, posed, and motioned to Joan of Arc to take a picture of him.

"Thank you for your help, Miss Jeanne."

"Okay, is this the button?" She fumbled for a moment, then pressed the shutter button, and a photo slowly popped out from the top of the camera.

"Thank you very much, Miss Jeanne. Please put the camera and photos in the second room on the left upstairs. I have to go out now to cancel your bounty."

"So what does that bounty mean?"

"Just think of it as a missing person notice!"

Before he finished speaking, Alvin picked up the clothes on the hanger, opened the door and ran out. At the same time, the developed photos appeared in front of Joan of Arc.

In the photo, Alvin is leaning forward slightly, with his slender, cold fingers crossed and resting on his legs, and his head slightly tilted to one side, giving people the feeling of a character walking out of an old-fashioned movie.

But none of this mattered to Jeanne. The revelation that she had skill A allowed her to see other things that had been well hidden.

The golden demon pillar, the uncomfortable scarlet eyes, and the little boy under the hypocritical appearance of Alvin Vashak who seems to have everything under control.

——A crying little boy.

I can! I really can! .jpg

PS1: The famous nostalgic masterpiece Shenmue III is released, you have to buy one no matter what.

PS2: In order to celebrate the most special return, I also added the catching the traitor segment like Rick Spitt, but at least it took him three years to catch the traitor, and it is still a question whether this book can survive until then.

PS3: Hex is half price, I’m ready to trade in gems for my dream ADC.

Chapter ⑧⑨《The Saint Leads Chaldea》

After that, Joan of Arc began to pay attention to Alvin's usual behavior and soon discovered something wrong.

For example, he often comes home late alone, sometimes he doesn't come back all night; when he goes out in the afternoon, he is seen holding a universal language course in his hand, muttering something confusing like "I'm late, I must have burned it"; or when he comes back, he is holding a thick stack of papers in his hand, discussing something with those Casters.

She herself once wanted to see what was written on it, but unfortunately she didn't see what was written on it.

——It’s not because I don’t understand it!

No, we can't just sit there and wait for death any longer. We might all be sold out someday! It's time to fight back!

So before dawn the next day, Joan of Arc had already gotten up and was squatting to observe. She was preparing in a blind spot where she couldn't be seen. The wind blowing in from the window was still a little cold, but it didn't have any effect on her.

There was no movement in the target room, it was time to take action, she thought.

She tiptoed along the wall, and it didn't look like this was her first time doing this. When she arrived in front of a door, she first confirmed what the target was doing before carefully pushing the door open.

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

Ritsuka didn't hear Jeanne's words at all. She even pulled her quilt with her hands and curled up in the quilt motionlessly.

Joan of Arc was very experienced in this situation. She walked to the window and opened it. The wind blew into the house with a cold breath. Although it was very weak, it still brought a chill.

Li Xiang shrank his body, already feeling a little uncomfortable, but the virus called bed-riddenness successfully blocked the idea of ​​getting up in the spring water.

But in the next second, Jeanne pulled away Ritsuka's quilt.

At six o'clock in the morning, when the group appeared in the living room ready to go, except for Lixiang who was still yawning from time to time, everyone else was full of energy.

"Senior, didn't we go to bed after playing online yesterday? Why do you still look sleep deprived?"

"Hehehehe..."

Could it be that Ritsuka said that he couldn't help but play a little after he finished chatting with Mashu Ophelia and the others yesterday, and then when he was about to go to bed, he received a friend invitation from the next door.

In? Together?

By the way, the game they played online was Soul Knight.

"Mashu, let me lean on you for a moment."

Ritsuka leaned on Mashu, wanting to catch up on her sleep on her shoulder, but unfortunately, reality was often the opposite of what she wanted.

The door upstairs opened, and judging from the sound of the stairs and the friction between the shoes, there was no doubt that this was Jeanne's target today. Alvin, dressed in a suit, held the letter he brought back yesterday, which was covered with various musical symbols that Jeanne could not understand.

"Hey, you got up so early today? Ritsuka, can't you get some more sleep?"

I want to sleep, but Miss Jeanne always has to do some meaningless work. Ritsuka, who had just closed his eyes for a short while, opened his eyes sadly.