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

"Don't look at that guy! He's drunk!"

The beer was a liquid with white foam floating on it, with a sharp and cold taste, sliding through the esophagus and then all the way to the stomach. He just kept drinking beer there, and the smell of brewed rye beer filled his body.

Then, we arrived at our destination.

Alvin walked up the steps, opened the door and closed it behind him, one of the countless good habits he had developed in his life.

In the darkness, he swung the bottle in his hand and smashed it on the head of a skeleton soldier who suddenly jumped out.

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PS1: u1s1, the card face of Dragon Lady looks like a real erotic suit.

PS2: Isn’t it good to be older? Isn’t it good to be foot-controlled?

PS3: MD, I even want to write a sequel.

Chapter 95 A typical case of trouble from the mouth

I

click, click

The rotation between the gears makes the three pointers move back and forth on the disc composed of twelve Roman numerals. Due to the times and technology, the pointers make a sound every time they move, which may make people feel anxious if they listen for a long time.

"It's already seven o'clock, Senior."

"This is the fourth time you've said this in ten minutes, Matthew. And compared to this, Ophelia is a little off right now."

After they came back, Ophelia locked herself in her small room and never came out.

Did she do something wrong?

Ritsuka doesn't think Ophelia did anything wrong.

At best, it was an unintentional act, or an occupational disease that occurred at an inappropriate time and place.

After weighing the two options, she chose Ophelia.

As for the magician whose current situation is unknown, she did not consider this issue.

Because it's not necessary.

In Ritsuka Fujimaru's memory of the first week, the magician was a symbol of victory and hope. Rather than saying that he would encounter danger, it would be better to say that he himself was synonymous with danger.

Sometimes, habits are very scary things.

"By the way, where is Akagi Hinako-senpai?"

II

"I've paid his bill, boss." Rousseau looked at Voltaire, who was drunk like a dead dog, lying on the bar and snoring loudly, and he was used to it.

The boss was an acquaintance of theirs, and he admired Rousseau from the bottom of his heart, who always came to clean up Voltaire's mess.

"Jacques, how did a man like you know Francois?"

There was a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. After the scenes of his previous life flashed quickly through his mind, he smiled at himself.

"Maybe this is fate."

After that, he picked up the drunk Voltaire with one hand and walked out the door. At the door, he saw Montesquieu who had been waiting for a long time. The expression on his face was "Ah, you are here after all", which made Rousseau feel a little embarrassed.

After the two men carried Voltaire, who was drunk like a dead ghost, into the carriage, the Baron's conversation about life began as the carriage slowly moved.

"It's hard to imagine that you once treated each other like fire and water."

"But before that, we used to be close."

"What does it feel like to be a Servant and return to this era again?"

"It's very subtle. Those people who came to visit me in my later years are now everywhere in newspapers and magazines. Among them, the young man named Robespierre made me see the shadow of this guy."

"Voltaire?"

"Yes, young, vigorous and full of energy. This is what young people have in common. Alvin has a word that is especially suitable for them."

"Youth Storm."

But the young man acted too radically, and Rousseau was not optimistic about his prospects.

"Isn't this a word he used to describe something he created? By the way, how old is Alvin this year?"

"Counting these two years, he is already twenty-six, Mr. Charlie."

Rousseau's answer was beyond the Baron's expectations. There was some disbelief in his eyes, which made Rousseau a little scared.

"Wait, twenty-six doesn't seem too old."

"Don't use yourself as a standard. There aren't many people in this world who get a bachelor's degree in law at the age of 19."

As the only ordinary person, Rousseau is now very tired.

MD why do I always encounter these monsters.

"Anyway, I haven't seen many people who are almost omnipotent at his age." He naturally turned the topic to Montesquieu.

“What is it like to travel to so many countries?”

He did not answer the question directly, but instead pushed it back. "So what does the word tourism mean?"

"'Travel' means travelling, going out, that is, the process of moving from place A to place B in space in order to achieve a certain purpose; 'tour' means going out for sightseeing, sightseeing, and entertainment, that is, traveling to achieve these purposes."

"You have memorized the encyclopedia well. You are worthy of being Diderot's friend." He nodded and looked at the Seine outside the window.

“Although the scenery in Paris is beautiful, you will get tired of it eventually.”

"In fact, to some extent, Alvin and his colleagues' work is also a kind of journey, but their mission is much more difficult."

"Wish him good luck, and remember to keep an eye on Francois. This city is a little too peaceful."

"I'm not a butler..." he retorted weakly.

III

He squatted down and tried to find something useful among the bones on the ground. The bones that he had been unable to obtain in the game in the past no longer interested him.

——Because the explosion rate is so high, he couldn't help but wonder whether the official had secretly changed the explosion rate.

By the way, YLSNMSL, the fact that he died suddenly during Xiong Liya’s UP is unforgivable in any way. At that time, he was so angry that he didn’t even want to fight the Ghost King.

So for this live-action version of the playful Type-Moon, he would definitely give the French salute.

"Unknown machete, wear degree 0.09."

It was obvious that he was very satisfied with the sex toy he had chosen, and he was even more satisfied with those skeleton minions.

Ten minutes ago, when Alvin smashed the heads of the skeleton soldiers that jumped out with the remaining beer bottle in his hand, he really didn't expect that there would be so many skeleton soldiers who would be pulled out to chop him.

If these guys with skull heads had thoughts, the first thing they would probably do is to kill the one who doesn't obey the team's command.

We clearly agreed to be pulled out together, so why did you jump out alone?

If you go up there without armor, aren't you just giving yourself away?

This resulted in the fact that after chopping down the small skeleton soldiers on this floor, the beer bottle in his hand was still intact.

"He didn't even pour out the rest of the wine." He was amazed. If he hadn't been prepared for an emergency, he would have probably drunk it all.

But even on the first floor, he was still able to collect a lot of information.

For example, the dried bloodstains on the floor had turned black, and it looked like a lot of time had passed. The dripping bloodstains were like a sad and wild cursive calligraphy, each and every drop of which was filled with shocking facts.

I'm afraid there are no living people here anymore.

A terrible thought came into his mind, but he drove it away as soon as it appeared, like a fly.

"Is anyone else on the first floor? If no one is there, I'll go up to the second floor."

With the idea of ​​giving it a try, he shouted at the stairs, and finally he got the answer:

A shadow servant flew down from the second floor.

"FXXK"

PS1: After the 7.22 World War update, all dota2 players became cloud players.

The vacation agency TM directly made a dota3!

PS2: Why are all the events held in Hainan since I left? Fuck.

PS3: Half Price Bar became the material for my final paper, and this typical real case happened around me.

PS4: I never thought that the segmentation method used by Jun Gege when watching the Sky Realm would be useful to me one day...

Chapter 96 Chaldea Open The Door!

Last time, I mentioned that a black figure flew out from upstairs at the speed of Black Pentacle Triple. Judging from the outline of her appearance, she was undoubtedly a female Servant, but what was shocking was the magic gun. It looked more like a microphone than a gun.

"This is such a surprise!" He complained about how lucky he was, so lucky that he could meet a servant in the next dungeon.

It’s also a dragon riding on the face!

The black Lancer did not hear the tragic tone in the words of the man in front of him, but rushed forward like an iron fool, with the momentum of risking his life.

Although he didn't know what the lost Lancer was trying to do, he still turned slightly to avoid blocking the road and ensure smooth traffic.

The result is that you run into an iron wall.

Well, I take back what I said before. This was just an ordinary shadow servant. The three hundred rounds of battle that Alvin had imagined in his mind was no longer a possibility. He just went up and made another blow and declared victory.

"If only every battle was this easy." He sighed helplessly and walked towards the second floor.

If there is any difference between the second floor and the first floor, it is probably that it is brighter, and the rest is no different from the first floor.

A table that had fallen casually on the ground, a large pool of blood that was beginning to turn black, a man with a terrified look on his face and a skinny woman standing before their eyes.

Alvin squatted down and observed the last facial expression of a victim before his death. His pupils were wide open and his facial muscles showed his disbelief, as if the cooperation that had been agreed upon was torn up by the other party at the last moment.

A group of ordinary people who play power games are so bold as to discuss cooperation with Servant? He expressed his heartfelt admiration for the actions of these warriors, but that was all.

There was another different smell in the wind, and a strange sound came from the aisle to Alvin's right.

A dead person came back to life.

He was lying on the ground, but suddenly he began to struggle and move. The skin on his body quickly fell off, revealing fresh flesh, which then quickly turned black and rotted. The flesh and internal organs were all rotten, and finally a blackened skeleton stood up, walking slowly as if alive. There were strange blue lines on the skeleton, which was very strange.

"Why is there a spear again? Really? Is today a hunting game?" Alvin's eyes were red, but the color revealed deep in his pupils was black. His blood was pulsating and he was excited. He hadn't felt this way for a long time.

[The experimental subject will actively enter the "state" when he is extremely excited. ]

The first to attack was the unconscious skeleton soldier, who rushed out in one step, and the excessively long spear in his hand was directed directly towards the magician.

The spear attack was very swift, but it was not the first time that Alvin, who had rich fighting experience, encountered such a situation, so he decisively used the bus tactics.

It turns out that the most special tactic is applicable in any situation.

Be constant in the face of ever-changing situations, observe your opponent, read their attacking patterns, and then seize the fleeting opportunity to counterattack and kill with one strike.

"If I had known, I would have gone to Madrid to apply for the job." While he used the ancient sword to resist the attack of the spear smoothly, he spoke in a language that people of this era could not understand.

The spear is indeed very powerful, as can be seen from the mess around it. But it is also very heavy, which means that each attack of this skeleton soldier has a long pre-swing and a long post-swing. If you hit the person, it's fine, but if you miss, you will be a living target.

"Such a thick skin." Alvin looked at the bone knife in his hand. It had been cut into several small gaps, but the hard bone on the opposite side was still intact.

He decided to change his attack method and jumped behind the skeleton soldier with his spear, but he didn't expect to discover a new world.

A heart, a beating heart, a heart beating in a skeleton.

"What a big deal." When Alvin was about to end the battle, he didn't expect the opponent to stab him back. As if strengthened, its attack speed was faster than before. There was a cold light flashing between the guns, and the offensive was like a tide, one wave after another, stabbing continuously.

“It looks cool, but it’s just a bunch of random pokes.”

Alvin stood on the tip of the gun again, and a beer bottle appeared in his hand. He lit it quickly and skillfully and stuffed it directly into the skeleton's mouth.

Beer and glass flew up on both sides, accompanied by burning flames, and exploded in the seemingly indestructible skeleton. No matter how good the external defense is, there is no way to defend against the attack from the inside.

He heard the sound of the skeletons scattering, and with a wave of his hand, the smoke dissipated, leaving only 206 bones and a skull.

—and a heart.

If the second floor is of this level, then what is the existence of the third floor? He was a little excited, but when he got there, he found nothing.

Literally. There are no dead humans or heartless material providers, no so-called Servants, let alone goals of their own.