December 24, 2020, 3:30 p.m.

Christianfeld, Moravian Brotherhood.

Prince Akim's living room, the flames in the red brick fireplace are jumping indulgently, the blue Christmas tree on one side is full of dazzling decorations, the firelight reflects the golden bells and the gift box wrapped in red cellophane is particularly dazzling, Prince Akim in court dress is pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace, his brows are frowned, his thin lips are also tightly squeezed, and his expression is stiff and rigid, even people who do not understand psychology can see that Prince Akim has a very heavy heart.

As Prince Akeem pondered, there was a knock at the door.

"Who?" asked Prince Akeem in a loud and alert voice, the uneasiness in his tone as strong as the disturbance of a dog guarding the home.

"It's me, Christophe. ”

Hearing the voice of Napoleon VII, Prince Achille breathed a sigh of relief, he walked quickly to the door, opened the door and couldn't wait to ask, "Why are you here?"

According to the agreement at the Château de Fontainebleau in Paris, they should try not to contact, let alone meet. Therefore, Prince Akeem was somewhat surprised by the arrival of Napoleon VII.

Napoleon VII looked into Prince Achille's eyes, and he saw a flash of anticipation in the other party's eyes, but he didn't immediately explain his intentions, but responded indifferently: "Go in and say." ”

"You're alone?" said Prince Akim as he let Napoleon VII in, and he asked as he saw that there was no one behind him, so he glanced at Napoleon VII with a look of unease and inquiry in his eyes, "Creator bless, I hope you don't bring any bad news!"

"Well, I'm alone, and Maurice is protecting my stand-in at the farmstead. Napoleon VII casually closed the door and patted Prince Akim on the shoulder," Akim ..... Don't be nervous, everything will go according to plan. I came here, but I thought you've been a little tight lately, so I came to see you. Napoleon VII spoke English in his French accent, each with a long accent, as solemn as a pope in a robe.

Perhaps Prince Akeem wanted to get the news of Napoleon VII's surprise in his heart, but seeing that Napoleon VII looked as usual, and it seemed that there would be no accident, he smiled bitterly, turned and walked towards the coffee table by the fireplace, and he whispered: "How can I not be nervous? This is war, and it will break out in my land." Do you want to see what important people are in Christenfield today..... I can imagine that tomorrow and the day after tomorrow the whole world will be a sensation because of our crazy actions!"

"Akeem, it's already this time, I don't think you need to think too much, just go according to the plan, now that the warriors are ready, the pistols and cannons are loaded, and even if we want to retreat, there is no way back. Napoleon VII paused, walked up to Prince Akeem and said in a deep voice, "Either make history or become history, we have no choice." ”

There was an eerie silence in the spacious reception room, except for the "crackling" sound of the taiga firewood burning as hard as it could in the fireplace, like a distant and chaotic gunshot.

Prince Akim turned his back to Napoleon VII and picked up a glass of red wine on the coffee table, and after drinking it all, he held up the empty glass and sighed: "Yes! The so-called war machine is like a car that has stepped on the accelerator, and even if it wants to stop, it has the inertia that cannot be stopped." ”

"Akeem, I think your idea has fallen into a misunderstanding, that we are not trying to start a world war on the surface of the world, nor are we going to abandon capitalism and liberalism, but to use the war in the world to promote the reform of Europa society. Believe me, believe in your partner, and believe in yourself, things will never go to the worst, we can control it. "Napoleon VII made this point to say this to Akeem before the great war, knowing that Prince Akeem had lived in peace for too long, and that the Danish royal family still held a great deal of power in Denmark, and that he might not be as determined as he was in the cause of war.

As the most important part of Operation Holy Cross, if something went wrong with Prince Agem, the operation would have become a joke, and Napoleon VII would rather accept defeat than become a joke.

"I hope so!" said Prince Akeem, who smiled wryly again, and poured himself another glass of red wine on the coffee table, and then drank it all again.

Hearing Prince Achille's answer, a touch of softness on Napoleon VII's serious face faded away, like the afterglow of twilight fading into the dark sky, he walked to the fireplace, and looked down on the flames with a gloomy expression, so that the anger in his heart, perhaps not only anger but also fear, was all calmed, in fact, at this second, he did not know whether he was right or wrong.

Napoleon VII was silent for a moment before he spoke again: "The speed of the division of German society is visible to the naked eye. The great rift lies in the refusal of refugees to accept integration into German culture, and the connivance of German society because of the weakness of the government. It is not just a disaster for Germany, but a disaster for the whole of Europa. When the economy is healthy, Europa can barely maintain social stability, but in the current bad situation, except for an operation, medicine alone can no longer save Europa. Akeem, we in Europa are one, one is prosperous, one is lost, Germany is down, Denmark can't stay out of it, this is a difficult self-salvation, you have to have the belief of a knight. ”

"I know, I know, Christophe, I don't regret my choice, I'm just worried!" Prince Akeem whispered worriedly, "not suspicion, but when the dust settles, it's inevitable that this sentiment will be unavoidable." ”

"What is the situation in the Land of Asgardian Ruins?" asked Napoleon VII in a relaxed tone.

"The Stargate will complete its mission to summon Alcon tonight, and if the 'Inquisitor' who is over level thirty-three is here, perhaps they will be able to find the Great Master Creator. At this time, there is no indication that the Inquisitor over level 33 is in Asgard. Prince Akeem replied.

Napoleon VII was a little surprised and said, "How can it be so fast?

"Looks like you're helping the wrong person, maybe we should help the Sunflower Banner people get two Chosen ones in. If that 'Inquisitor' is the people of the Star Gate, they have completed the task today, and when the time comes, it will be a bit .....troublesome to find the Great Master Creator as soon as possible," Prince Akeem shook his head and said, "Then we may be forced to start the plan in advance.... It's not in sync with Paris....."

Napoleon VII frowned and said, "Maybe I overestimated the strength of the Taiji Dragon. After a pause, he added: "But it's not a big problem, Zero has mastered the missile forces of the Bundeswehr and can launch an attack at any time." The Joker Sith was already in Metz, and it would take him only two or three hours to get to Paris if he wanted. ”

"I think the Sith the Clown is a time bomb, no one knows where he will be or when!" said Prince Akeem, with the same frown, with a wry smile, "he's a madman, look what he's done all the way, not to mention blowing up the Brandenburg Gate, and he's robbing all the way to Paris! You see how many explosions he's made in a day? Seriously, he should have been ruled out in the first place, and now he's the biggest variable in our plans." ”

"We couldn't find the right person other than him. Napoleon VII said helplessly, "You say that except for the Sith the Clown, who would dare to go to Paris, where there is a god to sit, to make trouble?"

Prince Akeem sighed: "Alas! ”

"Don't worry, I'll be bullish on him. Napoleon VII whispered, "I'll leave it to you." ”

"Understood. However, you have to rush over as soon as possible after dealing with the affairs of Paris, and the talents of Xingmen and Ouyu are the key to the problem. ”

"I will. Napoleon VII turned to Prince Achillm, he did not speak immediately, but stared at Prince Achillm wordlessly, and after a moment raised his right hand to the position of his heart, and said in a deep voice: "Do not forget that there was a place, a brief moment of light, and that place was called Camelot." ("Camelot", the palace where King Arthur and the knights held a round table meeting, is associated with the name of the palace for the pursuit of justice and brave chivalry, which is a metaphor for the sacred and lofty political aspirations of the people.) ）

A spiral rose from the feet of Napoleon VII, and Prince Archimi looked back at Napoleon VII, who was returning to his body, and repeated with a solemn expression: "Don't forget that there was a place, a brief moment of light, and that place was called Camelot." ”

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December 24, 2020, 5:30 p.m.

The sky was overcast, and the clouds were so low that it looked like it was going to rain at any moment. A silver Peugeot 307 hurtles along Route 4 to Paris, flanked by barren fields, with the occasional birch forest that has lost its leaves, and small patches of snow that have not yet had time to melt.

The curly-haired youth sitting in the passenger seat woke up from a deep sleep, yawned, turned on the radio, changed the channel a few times, and Ariana Grande's "7 rings" popped out of the car speaker.

The young curly-haired man clearly liked the trap-pop song, shaking his body to the music and singing loudly, "Think retail therapy my new addiction"

Whoever said money can't solve your problems?

Must not have had enough money to solve 'em

They say "Which one" I say "Nah I want all of 'em"

Happiness is the same price as red-bottoms”。 (The price of happiness is as expensive as Christian Louboutin's extravagant red-soled shoes.)

The clown Sith in the back seat covered his ears with a painful expression, until he couldn't stand it anymore, so he moved his ass to the middle of the back seat, leaned over and turned off the radio with an armrest box, and the whole carriage fell silent

THE CURLY-HAIRED MAN WHO WAS SINGING AND SINGING LOOKED AT THE CLOWN SITH WITH HIS HANDS RAISED HIS HANDS AND SAID INCREDULOUSLY, "HEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?"

"Are you French?" the clown Sith didn't answer the curly-haired man, but just turned his head to look at him and asked a question that didn't matter.

"Of course! pure French!"

The Clown Sith said solemnly: "In this case, you should like French music, which has a unique character label, with the great Debussy and Ravel, and the 'Grand Opera' that focuses on tragic and heroic epics...... This is the music that a normal French person should love. Instead of these messy pop songs you just listened to, this kind of thing that only pays attention to the earworm effect and has no structural beauty deserves to be called music at all!"

"What music do I like, is it your turn to talk about me?" the curly-haired youth scoffed, snorted coldly, and pressed the radio again, Ariana Grande's sweet voice echoing through the cramped car compartment again.

Sith the Clown once again grabbed the back of the driver's chair with one hand and leaned over to turn off the radio, leaving the entire carriage quiet again.

"Are you sick?" the curly-haired young man scolded the clown Sith angrily, then pressed the radio again.

The Clown Sith did not show weakness, and turned off the radio again as if he were a curly-haired young man.

The two of them went back and forth three times, and the curly-haired young man finally couldn't help but explode, and he yelled at the clown Sith: "This is my car, if you are still so rude, just get out of here!"

Sith the Clown shrugged his shoulders and said, "Young man, no one said it wasn't your car. ”

"Since it's my car, it's up to me to decide what music I listen to!"

"Young man, your words seem to make sense, but in fact it doesn't make sense, you have to understand that what music you choose is not your own choice, but the choice of fate. ”

"What kind of bullshit are you talking about?"

"I'm guiding you to think, why do you choose this song whose lyrics are all unnutritious saliva songs? Because you have been educated since childhood, because of the media you have been exposed to, because of the TV you have watched, and the social networks you have swiped, it is these things that affect your aesthetics, they use traffic to make you choose what you think you will like, and you also lack thinking about yourself, so you fall into the blind obedience to traffic, which is a typical herd mentality. So it's not your choice, it's your own destiny, and it's the choice of capital....." Sith the Clown stuck out his scarlet tongue like a snake letter and licked his lips, he looked at the curly-haired young man in the rearview mirror and continued, "And you, just a puppet ..... in the data age"

"Nervous! I chose it just because I like it!" The curly-haired young man didn't listen to what the Clown Sith had to say, and he turned on the radio again in annoyance, but the song he liked "7 Rings" was finished, and he turned to the Clown Sith and said, "If you dare to turn off my music, I'll drive you down!"

"Can you stop arguing, isn't it just a song?" the brown-haired young woman who was driving frowned and dissuaded.

The Joker Sith turned off the music again, and immediately retorted: "It's not a matter of a song, it's about cultural inheritance and one's own artistic accomplishment, and I think young people should stay away from this kind of industrially produced, consumerist garbage music!

"Stop! stop! let this bastard get down!" the curly-haired young man shouted angrily, and then he turned to his girlfriend and turned to the brown-haired young woman and complained, "It's you! You didn't have to let this weirdo get in the car, how could this happen!"

The brown-haired young woman was a little speechless, it was obvious that her boyfriend's reprimand made her a little embarrassed, and it seemed that she also felt that she had indeed pulled a strange person into the car, and after a long while, the brown-haired young woman spoke: "What's wrong with helping others? Not to mention that he is still a poor actor!"

"yes! I'm just a poor actor!" said the Clown Sith, pretending to be pitiful in the rearview mirror.

The curly-haired young man felt that the clown Sith was still provocative, he patted the glove box, and ordered angrily: "It's none of my business whether he's pitiful or not, I said tell you to stop and let this psychotic get down!"

"I'm in Paris right away, and I'll stop as soon as I get off the highway. The brown-haired young woman hesitated and whispered.

"It's okay, it's okay to park here, I don't want you two to quarrel because of me!" said the Clown Sith grinning.

"Did you hear that?" said the curly-haired young man, "He's said it's okay, get out of the way and let this psychotic go." ”

"Is it really okay, sir?" The brown-haired young woman glanced at the Joker Sith behind her in the rearview mirror, but she didn't wait for the Joker to answer before she slowed down.

"It's okay, it's okay! Sith the Clown shrugged his shoulders and smiled.

"Alright then!" the brown-haired young woman flapped her turn signal, the sound of fate struck like a pendulum, and the silver sign, 307, slowly stopped in the emergency lane. Looking through the front windshield, you can see the city skyline of Paris in the distance, and the gloomy canopy presses on the lighted buildings, like a mirage in the clouds, and the brown-haired young woman said a little apologetically, "It's not far from the city." ”

Sith the Clown put his red burlap bag on his knee and said, "I know." He opened his red pocket and whispered, "Now it's time to say goodbye, and it's time for you to take the present." ”

"No, no, thank you!" said the brown-haired young woman with a wave of her hand and a hint of embarrassment on her face.

"This is a good thing to say from the beginning, one for each person, you can't refuse!" the clown Sith licked his big red mouth and smiled, this ugly and sad face radiated in the evening when Christmas Eve was about to arrive, and he said in a slightly excited and trembling voice, "A gift from fate!"

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Five minutes later, sign 307 continued to drive towards the city that was about to be shrouded in darkness, and the clown Sith who was holding the steering wheel pressed the window, waved his hand to the curly-haired young man standing on the side of the road, bewildered, and said loudly, "Goodbye! Merry Christmas to you!"

The curly-haired young man didn't answer, his jeans crotch was wet at the moment, his teeth kept gurgling, and his body was trembling slightly. When the silver sign 307 disappeared into the low-hanging night, the curly-haired young man sat down on the emergency lane, and the black cloth bag in his hand fell to the ground and smashed on the concrete floor, revealing a pile of euros.

The curly-haired young man sitting in the emergency lane looked at a large bag of euros beside him, and then looked at the corpse of his girlfriend on the other side, and the hoarse and terrifying voice of the clown Sith echoed in his ears, "Call the police, maybe you will miss the opportunity to change your fate!" He looked at the euros in his black pocket again, all of which were the largest five hundred euro bills, he completely forgot about the fear and the death of his girlfriend, and just wondered how much money was in it? at least a few million euros, maybe tens of millions.

The curly-haired young man wiped the sweat from his head, swallowed a large mouthful of saliva, clenched his fists, and said to himself, "What should I do?"

This statement of struggle is like fate, the flame of desire buried in the water of life.

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December 24, 2020, 6:30 p.m.

Cheng Mo was once again in Asgard, in the side hall of the church of Gisfield Monastery, where the sound of the monks' vespers chanting scriptures was like a morning bell.

Seeing Cheng Mo appear, Aachen, who was sitting in the chair, immediately stood up and said in a low voice, "Lord Michael, you are here." ”

Cheng Mo nodded and asked, "Where is the team escorting witches?"

"We'll be at the bottom of the mountain soon. It is estimated that you will be able to reach the monastery before ten o'clock. ”

"Are you ready for the festival?"

"Everything is ready. We also found holy water, which, according to the Vice Dean, can cause some damage to demons by applying holy water to weapons. ”

"Well done, Aachen. I'll give you a reward when it's over!"

"All glory be to you, honorable Michael!" Aachen whispered, bowing his head.

"Where's Collison?"

"He was directing the soldiers to assume a bow and crossbow in the castle. ”

"You go to the gate now, and tell me if there's any news for someone to come here. ”

"Yes, sir. Aachen turned and left the side of the temple.

Cheng Mo sat on the chair, listened to the chanting and closed his eyes, waiting for the big war to come.

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