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Poor Fox

Chapter 93 Tonight, the hunt begins

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I

It was a three-storey house with a small courtyard, and a balcony overlooking a large walled garden with apple and horse chestnut trees. The hedges had been trimmed and some animal figures could be seen, Alvin's work, but now it was just the beginning.

It is not difficult to see from various degrees the status and dignity of the owner of this house.

"Director, can the spirit particle calculation device Trismegistus retrieve a person named Margaret in this matter?" Mash asked Chaldea for help.

"We have already started searching here. It will roughly take—"

"There's no need to be so nervous, we're just ordinary friends. Margaret, this is my friend... We're really just friends!"

"I hope what you said is true." For the first time, the maid showed an unhappy expression on her face, but even so, she still welcomed Ritsuka and the others politely. "Hello, beautiful ladies. Although I don't know your purpose, Margaret is here to welcome you."

"Hello, Miss Margaret."

"I'm just a maid. Ladies, please don't mind me too much. Just treat it as your own home. But please excuse me for leaving now." She lifted up the ruffled apron and white-collared plain dress with both hands, tapped her round-toed leather shoes lightly, bowed low and saluted, then walked towards the kitchen.

"Wow, that's amazing." They had never seen a maid before, and they were impressed by the perfect maid in front of them. Her every move, every word and every smile showed her elegance.

"Mr. Alvin, please be mindful of your words and actions." Margaret, who had entered the kitchen earlier, poked her head out and spoke meaningless warnings with a calm face.

——He just saw the white garter stockings.

"Yes, yes, Margaret. By the way, where is Mary today?"

"My wife went to 301 September th Street and will be back very late today."

"No. 301 September th Street... In the end, she went back. I advised her more than once not to get involved in this mess." He leaned back on the sofa, feeling uneasy, annoyed, and irritable. All kinds of emotions wrapped around him tightly.

"The world line is converging..."

At that moment, Alvin was picking up the cup and preparing to take a sip of water, and then he found that his hands began to tremble, as if the cup would fall at any time.

——Just like Wu Tiao Wuhui standing on the Wu Tiao Building and overlooking the scenery in 1998.

When they reached the top, they found that it was like a wild horse running wildly and blindly. They tried to pull the reins to subdue it, and they kept whipping it to run faster, and they inevitably had a fight.

The final result was that the wild horse kicked to death the person who tried to tame it, and those who whipped it to run faster could not escape the same fate. Only one man was able to tame the wild Steri and ride him across the Alps.

But it had nothing to do with them. Alvin only knew that the established fact that would happen on November 11 would make him regret it.

At this moment, Ophelia, who had a keen sense of things, made a decision without any emotional intelligence.

She contacted Chaldea directly: "This is Ophelia Famsolone, please immediately conduct a search for people whose names contain 'Mari' in the current era."

"Received. Please provide keywords."

"301 September th Street."

The magician's occupational disease made her perform this operation subconsciously. When she reacted, she saw three reproachful faces. She instantly understood what she had just done.

"sorry."

"Nothing, I should have known, this is fate."

——What a damn fate.

The living room suddenly became quiet. The five people sat down at the same time, no longer talking, sitting there quietly, not knowing what they were thinking about.

The somewhat awkward situation was not broken until Margaret, who knew nothing about it, informed everyone that dinner was ready.

The dinner table was very quiet, with only the sounds of cups, plates, spoons and chopsticks touching each other and lips, teeth, tongue and throat interacting with each other. Joan of Arc, who was not very skilled in using the knife and fork, was also very careful. Ophelia, who knew that she had caused trouble, was even more guilty. This guilt made her dare not step forward to do anything every time she heard Alvin sigh.

Without the joyful atmosphere, everyone lost interest, but just as they were about to leave, Alvin was left alone by Margaret.

"Mr. Alvin, please stay for a moment."

He made a gesture to Lixiang, indicating that he was fine and asking them to be careful on the road, then turned his back to look at Margaret.

Her face looked normal, but he saw the fear and panic deep in her pupils.

II

At this time in Chaldea, several people gathered together to look at the woman in the painting, and couldn't help but admire it.

"It turns out to be Madame Roland. Alvin has a really sharp eye. Which one is this?" Leonardo da Vinci, who had given himself a legitimate holiday, looked at the painting and nodded with satisfaction.

“It bears some resemblance to my self-portrait.”

"All we need to know is that they are all important people. Maybe we can look forward to the holy relics? This is much better than simply relying on affinity and metaphysics to summon them."

"Didn't you find anything in common?" The experienced Romani compared the names of the Servants who had been summoned so far with those who would ascend to Valhalla in the future, and found a problem.

"Captain, do you believe that the ones we summoned are all Caster?"

She took the information Romani had sorted out. Just as Romani had said, most of them had Caster's affinity, and that accounted for a large portion. As for the other job descriptions...

Lavoisier held up the laboratory rack for test tubes and told you that Lancer reported to you?

Just thinking about the picture is beautiful, of course, it’s just a thought.

III

"—what happened, Margaret?"

"It's already six o'clock in the evening."

"That's still early."

"......Madam said that if she hasn't come back by five in the afternoon, it means something has happened to her." Her face was full of sadness, as if all her former spirit had been wiped out by something invisible.

"She told me that if she couldn't come back, she would let me look for you, but, but..."

"I don't know why, but I forgot about it until you were about to leave."

"So, I, now I can only--"

Soft and weak fists hit him, the sound was low and weak, his thin shoulders trembled slightly, and finally he started to cry softly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Her cries were heartbreaking and she could no longer make normal sounds. She returned to the days when she had nothing and buried them deep in her heart.

"Cry, Margaret." He hugged the crying maid into his arms. She gradually hugged the man in front of her tightly, her body trembling violently and desperately. The warmth faintly transmitted from her delicate body made him feel cold.

Alvin tapped the maid on the back of her neck, and she stopped crying instantly and fainted. He picked her up, but to his surprise, Margaret was very thin, or in other words, she was severely malnourished.

He covered her with a blanket and wiped away her tears.

Then he closed the door and walked towards the place with the brightest lights in Greater Paris at night.

It is unfortunate for a person to remember too many things, to know too many things, and to experience too many things.

So now I have to vent a little, teach these self-righteous terminally ill cancer patients a lesson, and tell these short-sighted guys.

——Not everyone can touch my meal ticket.

PS1: Styrie, the horse ridden by Napoleon in the world-famous painting "Napoleon Crossing the Alps at St. Bernard Pass".

PS2: By the way, although my main account is in Noxus, I also have an account in Zaun.

PS3: Is anyone here? No one, I’m going to review.

Chapter 94: Green fruits are beautiful, but ripe fruits also have a unique flavor

Tick, tick—

That was the sound of cold liquid dripping on the ground. With every sound, a drop of water would fall on the uneven ground. The splashes from the potholes finally fell on her face.

Her mind was in a mess. So many things happened in just a few hours that she was completely unable to react. In the blink of an eye, she found herself here.

Her right hand was handcuffed to the wrought iron railing, unable to move, successfully confining her range of movement to this small space. In comparison, her left hand was still smooth and flawless, which was how lucky she was.

"It's so cold."

She subconsciously shrank her body, the shoes on her feet were nowhere to be found, and the skin on her left foot looked so delicate. Her five toes were lined up side by side, stiffly stretched straight, and her smooth and bright skin was now stained with blood from someone unknown.

——Because there are just too many.

"Why am I the only one left?" She asked towards the place where the light could not reach. There was no one there, but she was sure that "she" was there.

"Because you are the bait, the lure we use to catch a big fish."

Along with the voice, the woman who turned this place into hell also appeared before her.

Her long silver hair was tied up into the shape of a noble lady, and her tall figure was wrapped in a black and red dress. She was wearing a strange-looking hollow armor on the outside, and under this thorny armor was a dizzying erotic underwear and brown fishnet stockings, which made the male compatriots look up to Senior Kira Yoshikage.

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Unfortunately, the chained bronze statue behind her makes people feel fear and horror, as if they will be locked up at any time.

With just one sentence, she appeared in front of Mary from the darkness.

"What a wonderful girl! If it weren't for that damn mission, I would have liked to enjoy you here." She gently lifted Mary's chin with her slender jade fingers and took a deep breath, as if she had returned to her days in Chahedis.

"I am a thirty-year-old woman."

Like self-mockery, or counterattack, Mary used her age to make a fuss for the first time. This was also the most inferior part of her when she was with Alvin. She thought she would give up the plan of the unknown woman in front of her, but she didn't expect her to say something shocking:

“Green fruit is beautiful, but ripe fruit also has its own unique flavor.”

"Once this fish is hooked, you will be mine."

She left just as mysteriously as she had come, and Mary's consciousness gradually became blurred, until she fainted again.

Please, Alvin, run, take Margaret with you.

This city has almost become something I don't recognize.

The bell tower of Notre Dame told Alvin that it was only 7:30, and the curtain of the night life in Paris slowly opened. Alvin looked at the children running around with smiles on their faces, and couldn't help but feel sad for these energetic and ignorant existences.

When we are young, we look forward to the life that is about to unfold, just like children waiting for the curtain to open in a theater, they are happy and eagerly looking forward to the good show that is about to begin.

But you often find that you are the protagonist.

A newly opened beer shop was holding a publicity and promotion campaign, so Alvin bought a bottle and gave it to them as compensation.

After the small wooden cork that was originally used to seal the bottle was pulled out, what overflowed from the bottle in addition to the smell of beer and white foam, was a man named Alexander Allen, a memory that had been forgotten deep in the brain.

The weather is always cloudy with drizzle, the smell of decay and dirty sewage are everywhere, and all kinds of social failures gather together.

These were originally not his destiny, but after the accident at the end of the century, things became different.

He still remembers the names of those people he used to spend every day with, the caring older sister, and the dean who always had a smile on his face.

He really thought that broken glass could not be repaired and dead life could not come back.

——Until I saw Mary in plain clothes.

He couldn't believe his eyes. They looked just like two copies of each other. If he wasn't sure that he lived in a different era, he would have rushed into her arms and burst into tears.

Alvin recalled the complaints about the characters created by President Takeuchi. He would probably have the same reaction as all the other Takeuchi faces appearing in front of the Knights of the Round Table.

So from keeping a distance in the beginning, to having to make tentative contacts, to now throwing oneself into the flame, all it takes is a tiny opportunity.

Of course, Alvin himself didn't understand why they went from ordinary partners to spiritual partners and now to this close relationship. Although all of this is in the "I will always like."

Sometimes he would wonder, what would happen if he was not from Chaldea, but a person of this era?

The answer is obvious. Without Voltaire's invitation, I should have a villa at the bottom of the Seine River by now.

But then again, when I first came to Chaldea, the first page of my diary clearly stated that I wanted to escape as soon as possible and leave this responsibility to the future Ritsuka Fujimaru. However, I regretted it after I resigned, so I shamelessly took a long detour and came back here.

Is this the true fragrance effect?

He was drinking beer and walking aimlessly. To outsiders, he was undoubtedly a drunk, although this drunk had a good-looking appearance.

But from beginning to end, he had only one destination:

301 September th Street

Well, it’s a bit like No. 76.

As soon as he entered the palace, he used the tiger's skin as a banner and recruited them into his own hands. As for the second time in the palace...

Just destroy this place.

But before destroying it, he still had to think carefully about which Servant who was inflicted with berserk power would he face at that time.

"Mom, why are the brother's eyes red?"