What if I become Verlaine?

John stared blankly at the computer screen in front of him. Various information was constantly being swiped on the screen. John's task was to keep all the important information in his mind so that his master could easily look it up.

As an intermediary in the gray area of ​​the port city of Trodo, an important outlet to the sea, John has always felt that he has some status and weight.

As long as you continue to maintain your current business and life, even if you can't achieve great wealth, you can get a lot of money and guarantee your daily life and interests.

And because his position is very low, those super powerful and abnormal powerhouses will not come to him, because his strength is enough to protect himself.

But the slender guy named John didn't expect that one day a handsome young man wearing a black hat and brilliant blond hair knocked on the door of his agency, and since then...

Tears welled up in John's heart, his life had come to an end, and he, he was being manipulated as a puppet like a beast.

What's even more frightening is that he has been set up to not have any rebellious mentality, and he needs to help those who manipulate him take over his past business, ability and all his property.

Although John knew that the world of those with abilities was dangerous and terrifying when he embarked on this road, and he might die in the next second, but this way of death is too tragic, right?

After death, I have to work diligently for the enemy and do my best. The saddest thing is that I still have the thoughts of the past, but I clearly know that I am dead...

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John finished browsing the information on the computer in the secret room inside the grocery store.

This should be an underground entrustment office controlled by others, but the original owner here is already cold, and John's usual equipment is in the port of Trodo. At this moment, he can only use the equipment in the secret room to inquire about the confidential information on the road.

While lighting wax for the boss of this underground entrustment office, John tried his best to upgrade the security protection of the computer system here-even if it is a temporary device, it cannot be exposed to the Internet like a naked girl.

The Internet is a deep sea, and besides the superficial things on the shallow layer, more darkness and terror lie in the deep sea of ​​the Internet.

As a person living in a gray or even black area, John's way of obtaining intelligence and information is naturally more dangerous, and safety protection is the top priority.

After finishing the maintenance of the equipment, John left the entrustment office, took the money, and went to the vegetable market.

Yes, as a family tool, he still needs to help the family to buy vegetables, and he is also ordered to learn strange recipes to help cook, which is simply unreasonable!

When John came home with his basket of vegetables, he saw his owner's partner and companion, a blond dandy named Waylon, chatting with his neighbors.

Wei Lun didn't wear a ruffled windbreaker, he only wore a white shirt with a silk scarf, a black tunic and trousers on his lower body, his long and beautiful blond hair was loosely braided into a big braid, falling down in front With less hair, he didn't wear a hat, and he looked very handsome with a sideways smile.

He was holding a yellow wild chrysanthemum blooming by the roadside in his hand, and he was talking to the woman in front of him to praise her beauty.

Wei Lun's golden eyes seemed to be shining with starlight, and he looked at each other affectionately: "I have never seen a woman as pure as dew like you, only the petals of cornflowers are worthy of you." smile..."

The woman giggled, and she took the flowers from Wei Lun: "Thank you, you are much more interesting than your brother, that guy has lived here for a month without showing his face."

"He's a boring guy, forget about him, you just have to remember me."

Wei Lun's voice was silky and slightly hoarse, which made people's hearts jump when they heard it.

John watched all this with a sullen face, and was about to interrupt Wei Lun when the door of the room was opened from the inside.

Zhong Yuanzhong also rushed over like a real child, and hugged Wei Lun's waist: "Dad, Mom said that I will be back later and let you go shopping for vegetables."

Wei Lun: "..."

The smile on the neighbor's woman's face couldn't hold back.

"Didn't you say that your wife is dead?"

Wei Lun naturally stretched out his hand to push Zhongya Zhongya's face away, and said calmly: "That's just a lover, this child longs for maternal love, and I also want to find a real wife..."

Zhongya in the Central Plains: =dish=

The boy held on to Wei Lun's waistband tightly, as if he would pull his belt if you pushed him again.

At this moment, the neighbor's woman suddenly heard something, and she showed an apologetic expression: "There is a phone at home, please wait a moment."

The woman went home to answer the phone, Wei Lun lowered his head and warned Chuya Zhongyuan: "Don't hinder me from collecting information."

Zhong Yuanzhong also said with a dark face: "Ranbo was opened by you and is meditating. You are the one. Don't disturb him by chatting with others at the door of the house!"

Rimbaud is a genuine human being, and opening the fine pores is the fastest and most convenient way to obtain mind power.

Of course, step-by-step practice of mind power is the right way, but Rimbaud needs to use mind power to sign an oath with Wei Lun, so he directly asked Wei Lun to help open the fine hole.

After opening the fine pores, Rimbaud quickly contained the life force that was constantly released outwards, and successfully formed a thin layer of entanglement on the outside of the body. Rimbaud commented: "The feeling is very similar to the contraction and control of the subspace. .”

As the youngest transcendent, Rimbaud is extremely proficient in the mastery of supernatural powers, and the mastery and practice of most powers are similar. John has basic knowledge such as the use characteristics of mind power in his mind. Taking care of practice while going to work, so Wei Lun doesn't need to worry too much about Rimbaud's practice.

But in the past few days after the opening of the fine pores, Wei Lun still stayed at home and watched Rimbaud to prevent any accidents.

It just so happens that Central Plains also needs to spend time practicing oral English, so Wei Lun has assigned the boy basic training content these days, such as meditation perception, and the most important word conversion.

It is very important to accurately translate the words of the two worlds into each other, especially the special vocabulary about practice, and let Zhongyuan Zhong also truly understand the meaning.

The difference of one word and the different cultural understanding of the two worlds can easily lead the boy into a misunderstanding of cultivation, causing irreversible consequences.

Wei Lun didn't want Zhongyuan Zhongya to lose himself in practice, so before Bisji didn't come, he was correcting the boy's cognition and habits in this regard.

Wei Lun guards a big cherry every day, he can only look at it but not touch it, so he is very quiet, and he simply chatted with the neighbor's woman, and took the opportunity to confuse the other party's memory and impression of the Nian Beast, so as to reduce the chance of being investigated. possibility of being traced.

But Zhongyuan Zhong also felt that his three views were broken.

He couldn't help asking Wei Lun: "Aren't you and Rimbaud having boyfriends?"

Wei Lun felt that his three views were also shattered: "He lied to you for fun! You actually believed it?!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also pointed at Wei Lun, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, and then said weakly: "I think you have a good relationship..."

Wei Lun's mind was full of unpredictable thoughts and ideas, and he said with disgust on his face: "Really? Your observations always have a question mark. Last time you thought we had a good relationship, what happened?"

Zhong Yuanzhong was also speechless.

That's right, the last time he was eating dinner, he hadn't finished the sausage, so the two had a big fight.

Central Plains was also a little tangled: "Then you and that woman..."

He was a little guilty, did he cause Wei Lun trouble?

At this moment, the woman went out angrily.

"My husband came back from hunting in the forest, well, don't come to me for the last two days."

Wei Lun immediately adjusted his expression after hearing this, his eyes were as gentle as water: "I understand, you have worked hard."

The woman raised her hand and touched her cheek, ah, such a handsome and handsome man was courting her, as if she had returned to her girlhood.

Zhongyuan Zhong also had a shocked face, he watched the woman leave, and then asked Wei Lun: "Is she married?"

Wei Lun laughed at Nakahara Chuya: "I reminded you on the first day that her hairstyle is very beautiful, have you never understood it? It is the hairstyle of a married woman."

Zhong Yuanzhong was even more shocked: "Then you are still with her..."

"What's the matter with her? Can't we chat through the fence?"

Wei Lun said disdainfully: "And her temperament is indeed pure and innocent, why can't I praise her? It's rare and strange."

Nakahara Chuya's body was crumbling.

Wei Lun continued: "The most important thing is that the room we rented belongs to her natal family, and we can get a discount on the accommodation fee if we have a good relationship with her, understand?"

Nakahara Chuya: "..."

Wei Lun asked Nakahara Chuya: "Have you finished the book I asked you to read?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also drooped his head in frustration: "It's over..."

Wei Lun: "Come on, go back to the room, translate it for me, add French, let me see if you understand it correctly."

Zhongyuan Zhong also followed Wei Lun home in despair.

John, who stood at the door and watched a big show, was amazed. He watched Wei Lun lead Zhongyuan Zhongya into the door, and stepped on the steps of the door with heavy steps.

Ah, the master Rimbaud will definitely get memories and knowledge from him, John thought unscrupulously, should he add a soft light filter to the scene of Wei Lun sending flowers?

Speaking of the relationship between Rimbaud, the owner of the house, and this Mr. Wei Lun is indeed very delicate, no wonder the young master Zhongye had a misunderstanding.

"Dating? The young master is so innocent."

John muttered in a low voice: "Adults don't call it dating, it's called mutual seduction."

"But forget it, the young master is still a child."

When John entered the door, he saw his master crossing his arms and saying something to Wei Lun. Wei Lun was still defending: "What is bad influence on children? What's wrong? He is 12 years old! He can talk about a girlfriend." If you have a child together, you are considered an adult here! What's wrong with learning how to be courteous and casual?"

After hearing this, John was deeply impressed, and couldn't help but nodded silently.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stood beside him blushing, and he wanted to avoid it, but the house was very small, with only a large living room and bedroom, and he couldn't avoid it at all.

Rimbaud rubbed his temples, and after learning about John's memory, he understood Wei Lun's thoughts.

Although 12 years old is still a child's age, but he has mastered reading, and even if he has entered the chaotic world of adults after obtaining the hunter certificate, let alone those immature fighters and killers, but the Central Plains is also different.

Rimbaud said, "Do you want Zhongye to join us?"

Wei Lun said cunningly: "It's not that I think, it's that Zhong also thinks. Didn't he say that? We are an alliance, and we are a family. Of course we have to work in the same profession, right? Zhong Ye?"

The blond bastard bent down and pressed Chuya Nakahara's shoulder, smiling very warmly: "Chuya, don't you want to work with me and Attil?"

Chuya Nakahara's eyes lit up, working with Rimbaud and Wei Lun!

The boy immediately became excited and said loudly, "I want to!"

Wei Lun spread his hands proudly at Rimbaud: "Look~"

Rimbaud sighed heavily, not because Zhongyuan Zhongye chose this path, but because Zhongyuan Zhongye was once again limped by Wei Lun.

But it may be that Zhong Yuanzhong doesn't care about Wei Lun's little schemes against him. After all, for a boy, family members are more important.

Rimbaud pondered for a while and said, "Zhongye has his own advantages, so don't teach him anything, just let him act according to his own heart."

Waylon said solemnly: "I know, but he also needs to understand other methods, doesn't he? He doesn't do it, but he needs to recognize other people's rhetoric."

Rimbaud glanced at Wei Lun, said nothing, but looked at John.

The black-haired young man said coldly: "What are you still doing here? Go cook!"

John: "..."

All right, I'm just a tool guy.