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

Miss Joan of Arc, you are doing a useless job. You know this guy's temper, character and habits very well. Instead of wasting time holding the Paris No. 11 bus race here, you might as well use this precious time to catch up on sleep.

"Everyone looks very energetic." He smiled, knowing exactly why they got out of bed so early in the morning.

Look at Joan of Arc, the publisher of that plan. She didn’t even try to hide it. She just short of writing the words “We just want to observe you for a day” on her face.

"Want to spend a day in Paris?"

"Ah, yes!"

"Then I wish you a pleasant stay. I'm sorry I can't go with you." After taking the language teaching book, he inserted the letter paper in his hand into the pages, took the book, and walked out with his back to the door.

"So everyone, let's go now!"

Spare me...

Ritsuka looked at these people who were full of energy and felt like crying. She noticed the quietly hiding Aku Hinako, who was hiding behind a vase and using vegetation as cover to observe humans.

She saw Ritsuka's eyes staring at her, the meaning in her eyes was self-evident. Three seconds later, Aku Hinako decisively shifted her gaze, as if she had never seen it.

When Ritsuka was pulled out by Mashu and Ophelia, she was still staring at

Aku Hinako-senpai! Why are you just watching? Did you really betray me?

Aku Hinako-senpai! You are betraying me!

"At least I have a clear conscience." She whispered guiltily after Lixiang was pulled out.

Joan of Arc thought she had seized a great opportunity, but she didn't expect that everything she did was seen by everyone.

On the wooden guardrail of the corridor on the second floor, two men who had experienced many ups and downs in life watched these children playing house-like games and couldn't help laughing.

Of course I was laughing inside.

"No, I can't do it anymore. This is really the confusing behavior of the year."

What has Rousseau not seen?

He had never seen such a situation before.

As a former apprentice, tutor, thief, gigolo, valet, troubadour, romantic writer and philosopher, Caster has done almost everything and his social experience is far superior to that of the rich kid next to him.

Tracking is a craft, it looks simple, but in fact, there are many tricks involved. He knew that the tracking organized by the saint was just an idea that came up in a rush, but Joan of Arc's strong execution ability was far beyond his expectations.

"A group of people are following someone in a mighty way... Saint, you should just go fight. This job is really not suitable for you."

"Don't even mention tracking, I can't even say it's stalking."

"Stop complaining here, it's time to get to work. Our mission today is still very important. You see, Mr. Charlie went out early in the morning."

"Yes, yes, the great François-Marie Arouet, you are absolutely right."

Alvin said that it was expected that a group of tracking teams would appear behind him. With unknown origins and no Chaldean household registration, plus the two years of loss of contact, it seemed inevitable that Olga Marie would drag them out for a corporate culture training class.

"Let's see what happens next."

Thinking this, he began his daily routine without fail.

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PS1: The flag waved by the Maid of Orleans,

It is a symbol of hope that inspires many people.

Let's not talk about this for now.

Guiding them towards victory, the Saint sets out on the Path of Fire.

Believe that there is our own glorious land ahead!

The painting is currently in the Chaldeas.

PS2: I started shopping after waking up. The next time will be half price at MSI in May. However, the skins of VN and Noxus will probably be everywhere.

PS3: CAC There is something wrong with this plot...

PS4: The author received a very serious notification in the background. It seems that someone wrote something that shouldn’t be touched?

Chapter 90 What are you still tracking? You are surrounded!

"This is number one. Please reply if you receive any."

"Number one, number one, this is number two, OVER."

"Number one, number one, this is number three, OVER."

"So I said." Ritsuka speechlessly looked at the three people who were no more than 30cm apart but were shouting there with headsets on. For the first time, he felt like a parent.

"Well, Ritsuka, I'll ask you to keep an eye on them. Remember to hold them back and don't let them go too far."

"I still think that the fact of using spirit particles to transfer three headsets is itself strange." Ritsuka showed a dead fish eye look. He is not an ordinary high school student who knows nothing now. Anyone can guess what Chaldea is thinking.

Although high school students seem to be pretty good...

"So you guys, the target is about to leave your sight."

Before Lixiang finished speaking, the three of them popped out their heads one by one, just like a group of three hamsters.

I feel like I'm going to be very tired today, she thought as she looked at the halo in the sky, and the final result was just as she expected.

"Ophelia and I will act alone, Mashu, you and Ritsuka will work together. Now, let's go!"

"I heard the sound." Alvin, who was being followed, turned his head and looked at the corner. The sound came from there. Mashu's recognizable voice sounded so pleasant to him.

The recognizable soft ending tone usually sounds like an ordinary junior, always like he is acting like a spoiled child. However, there are times when this voice becomes cold, firm, and reliable.

But unfortunately, this has nothing to do with me now.

"The past is gone in every sense of the word." He shook his head, adjusted his glasses, and continued walking.

"I have to think, why do I wear a monocle?"

"You are playing with fire, Chief."

Unlike the others who were excited, Romani was worried about Olga Marie's proposal. She was thinking, what if she angered the future Grand Master Magician?

Romani maintained a cautious and conflicted attitude towards this "fellow countryman". On the one hand, because of the mysterious origin of this "fellow countryman", the surname of Vashak did not allow her to look down on this young magician with rich social experience and late bloomer; on the other hand, it was because of a certain sense of identity, as they were both people who had walked down from the battlefield, and there was also a part of the hometown sentiment.

And there is also the familiar way of getting along with each other, like a familiar swallow returning.

After the first singularity is repaired, I will use the opportunity of improving his bracelet to resolve the relationship.

"No, no, no, Dr. Roman, your idea is too conservative. We don't know his origins, nor do we know his true level of magic. Who knows if he will say that he is a magician on the surface, but will pull out a big sword and rush forward to fight the next second?" Sion, holding the script in hand, didn't mind the outcome of this action at all, and even wanted to continue to add fuel to the fire.

"Stop talking, he's already started moving."

As Olga Marie finished her words, a not-so-tense chase officially began.

"Turn left, turn right, turn left again, number one, number one, this is number two, the target has entered September 4th Avenue."

Tracking is a new thing for Ophelia, the eldest daughter of a magician family. The more than ten years of living in London are not as good as the three years in Chaldea. While she is curious about everything, she has also thought about what it would be like if she was born in an ordinary family.

She shook her head. Someone once told her in Xueyuan City that taking out loans was a bad behavior.

At first she was very confused. According to the dictionary, why did he scoff at this form of credit activity in which banks or other financial institutions lend monetary funds at a certain interest rate and must be repaid?

Later I realized that this loan did not mean a loan in the literal sense.

What a clear view, she thought.

"Number One received." After receiving Ophelia's message, Joan of Arc began to contact Mashu, who had a family.

"Number 3, is Number 3 there? Please reply if you get it."

"No. 3, I have found the target's current location. The target is now moving along September 4th Avenue. He stopped at the left corner and seemed to be waiting for someone."

"Wait, he's looking here!"

Although Mashu did an excellent job of hiding while carrying the sleepy Ritsuka, and although Alvin only glanced back inadvertently, he still managed to find his target among the crowd.

Because that pink short hair covering the eyes is so eye-catching!

"By the way, it's about time." Alvin raised his left hand and looked at the time on the quartz watch. This should be the time when the visiting professor from the University of Paris will come here in a carriage to meet him after class.

Before he finished speaking, Salieri's voice came from the other end of the intersection.

"Sorry, there was a small problem on the way."

"What happened?"

"Some strange things appeared in the city's drainage pipes. They have temporarily closed certain sections of the road. The remaining roads are not accessible by carriages, so I had to run here by myself."

"Did you see anything?"

"No, but according to the witnesses, it should be something like an octopus."

"Something like an octopus... mutated?"

"Maybe." He spread out his palms and shrugged with a helpless tone.

When Chaldea saw the man who had contact with Alvin, they had already started searching and investigating.

"Judging from their attire, are the two nobles going to teach?"

"What kind of joke are you telling, Romani? Although we know very little about Alvin, we can tell from the three famous Casters that those who can catch his eye must be those who are worthy of entering Valhalla."

"Director, the preliminary results of Trismegistus are in!"

"Where is that person from?"

"Italians, but it will take some time before we can continue to get answers."

She was a little disappointed, but that was normal. There was still a difference between the next-generation machine and the prototype. What's more, the designer was right next to her, so Olga Marie decided to start from another direction.

"Mashu, what's your current progress? Our side shows that Alvin has stopped for a long time."

"I'm very sorry, Director. We have tried our best, but we really can't go any further."

The crowd gathered again and looked at the Louvre not far away. As their target, Alvin and an unknown person walked towards the palace, they looked around at the shadow servants who surrounded them and clenched their shields.

"We're surrounded."

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PS1: We are surrounded (×)

You are surrounded by me (√)

PS2: Well, that guy really did something stupid, and it’s not unfair that he was banned.

By the way, it’s the end of the year regulation time again (＝.＝)

Chapter 91 You call this stalking? (Part )

Just as Joan of Arc was leading Chaldea to victory holding the fleur-de-lis flag, the composer and lyricist arrived at the Louvre with ease. The guard at the door, who was already familiar with the visitors, let them in immediately after seeing who they were.

"Salieri, have you ever thought about composing a requiem? Wouldn't it be a bit too much for a Catholic not to do one?"

"Yes, but I still don't have any clue. I hope the Requiem I created with Amadeus can give me some inspiration."

"But I still don't understand why he didn't finalize the first part of the most important second movement, which is the soul of the whole Requiem."

"The Day of Wrath? That's a big project. But instead of complaining here, why not practice the previous movement first?"

Amadeus was not surprised by this. Every time Salieri came here to practice and improve, he would always ask tirelessly when the Day of Wrath would be released, just like those who were waiting for Half-Llfe III.

But there is still a difference. After all, Amadeus' Requiem will have to be completed sooner or later, but Half-Llfe III is not necessarily the same because you don't know what the situation is with it.

"What chapter is today?" Alvin flipped through the music in front of him, which was filled with musical symbols and Latin letters. The thickness was several times that of the previous days.

"Lacrimosa dies illa" He came out with a cello and handed it to Alvin.

"Today, the two of us will serve as your sparring partners. You're getting a bargain."

"Where's the soprano?"

"I'm going out to help poor people." He sat down at the piano again, his fingers dancing on the music score, looking for the position of this movement.

"That's a pity. The queen's singing voice is still beautiful." Salier, who had the honor of rehearsing with Queen Lily, looked at Alvin with great interest as he held the cello between his legs and looked very embarrassed. He was just like himself when he first started learning the cello.

"Come on, brave boy."

"I have to modify this thing, like add a tail pillar or something, it's too damn uncomfortable."

"Then you can figure it out yourself." The sound of piano has begun.