Abilities Named Color Painting Collection

Half a world away, Lantang's hometown.

Mallarme looked at the information in his hand, and shadows swirled in his pupils.

"Stand back first." Mallarme signaled the attendants standing aside to leave, and the smile on his face returned to before, "I made you laugh, Albert."

Albert nodded to Mallarme, "It's just some work that must be done, and you don't need to feel sorry for it."

Mallarme folded up the envelopes in his hands, "The people under him are really stupid. They don't even look good on others. They thought they were unlucky when they were put together. It's really..."

Albert shook his head, "Compared to this, let's see how to deal with the mistakes they made. I am here to affect your work, so I will leave first."

"I'm really guilty of letting the guests fail to enjoy themselves. How about making it up to you with a pleasant banquet later?"

"Your banquet is a grand event among nobles, so I'm looking forward to it."

Albert got up and said goodbye to Mallarme.

After a while, Albert had been sent out of the manor by him, so Mallarme hurried back to the manor to check the information on it.

Gide did not follow his instructions to go to Italy, so the arranged drama was forced to be suspended only half way through, and the conditions he had negotiated with that party could not be implemented because of this.

When did Gide start to be disobedient?

After a year of hard work, if he can't become a useful and obedient subordinate, then his previous hard work will be in vain and he can only deal with it as soon as possible.

Mallarmé looked serious.

the other side.

Albert and the attendants who came out to see them off nodded and got into their car.

Opposite him, the young man with blond hair and red eyes smiled slightly at him.

"How? Albert."

The smile on Albert's face faded, but there was genuine tenderness in his eyes.He stroked the tip of his cane, and looked up after a moment.

"It wasn't him who framed Gide, but he seems to be preparing to become the last oriole. What's the news from your side?"

Opposite Albert, his second brother William, whose appearance did not even half resemble him, said calmly, "The people I found at Archie Fisher's property before said that they were not for themselves, but to help Rimbaud get away from them temporarily." Soon after, people from Mallarmé appeared, but Archie and Mallarmé had no direct relationship.

couplet. "

"Rimbaud? A transcendent who was declared dead three years ago?"

"It's him. He's still alive."

"Do you want to contact him?"

"No, I'm afraid there is no room for us to get in touch with him right now. It won't be too late to talk about it later."

"These Templars are hiding too deeply."

"Just wait and see. I'm not a person with supernatural powers. I can't integrate into their circle. I can only rely on you, Albert."

"Don't worry. Our goal will always be achieved."

In the carriage, the conversation between the two brothers who were not similar in appearance stopped, and the elongated black vehicle slowly drove away from Mallarmé's manor.

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By the time Lan Tang came out of the shower, the night was already dark.

With a steaming body, Lan Tang took out a bottle of red wine, preparing to usher in a peaceful sleep under the influence of alcohol.

No matter how big the matter is, it must be solved step by step. What is over now is only the first stage. We must take this opportunity to recharge our batteries and have enough brains to think about the next steps.

But speaking of it, if the matter is settled, it's time to talk to Mori Ogai.

After all, Mori Ogai is still investigating the situation in Europe, and he doesn't know the current situation.

As soon as Lan Tang picked up the phone, the smile froze on his face.

Perhaps it should be said that it was a tacit understanding. When he just picked up the phone, the screen of the phone lit up.

On it, a mail from Mori Ogai was waiting for him to open.

It was just an ordinary email exchange, but looking at the phone, an inexplicable premonition of danger has evaporated, as if this is a harbinger of danger.

However, Mori Ogai is more important than danger.

The thumb dropped, and the opened email contained the expected content.

TO: Lan Tang

I'm being targeted, be careful, don't appear by my side recently.

BY: Reliable Mr. Black Doctor

Lan Tang's eyelashes drooped as he looked at the information in his hand.

Although it was just a hunch, he really couldn't help but connect the danger Mori Ogai encountered with himself.

After all, although Mori Ogai would occasionally do things that put himself in danger, he would not tell him under normal circumstances.

A special warning, the meaning behind this probably also means that if he intervenes, the danger will also spread to him.

Even so, as a friend, it's impossible not to ask anything.

What's more, Mori Ogai can send emails, which means his mobile phone should still be safe now.

Lan Tang was just about to call back, a

The unfamiliar number had already called in first.

After staring at it for a moment, Lan Tang connected the phone.

He didn't rush to speak, but quietly listened to the voice on the phone.

It was peaceful over there, and a thick and steady voice could be vaguely heard.

Da da da.

Clean and pleasant.

It was the sound of a clock.

The person opposite sighed first, "I really don't know how to talk to you, Rimbaud."

"Say whatever you want." Rimbaud's voice was calm, as if he had received a call from a familiar old friend instead of some strange call.

"I just want to see how you are doing now, are you still safe?" The voice of the person on the other side was soft and melodious, with some wonderful rhythms.

Like the vocals of an opera.

"Naturally, I have a solution to the problem. How can it be unsafe?" Lan Tang also practiced Tai Chi with the other party, obviously communicating, but they did not disclose their information to each other.

This person, while showing his friendliness, is also checking to see if he has detected threats around him.

"I'm just worried about you." A laugh came from the other side, with obvious helplessness.

"I believe in you." Lan Tang said as the other party wished, but his face was vigilant and calm, "After all, you are my friend."

"If you encounter any danger, or if it is difficult for you to solve it, you must tell me, Rimbaud, I don't want you to disappear where I can't see it."

There was a faint sadness in the voice over there.

Probe... After the friendly show, I still want to ask him about his situation.

Then, according to the drug situation mentioned by those mercenaries, he should not remember the existence of this person, nor can he remember whether or when he contacted him last time.

Showing a state in line with the opponent's known situation at the right time can make the opponent relax and reveal more tells.

"When was the last time we contacted?" Lan Tang asked suddenly.

"Last month, what happened?"

The person opposite responded calmly and naturally, as if this incident really happened last month.

"I forgot." Lan Tang responded.

"Is your condition serious again? I'm sorry, maybe I shouldn't have reminded you." The person opposite said softly.

"I know, but... what's your name?" Lan Tang asked, as if he really just wanted to know the name of his forgotten friend.

"Mallarmé, Stefan Mallarmé. Have you forgotten my name?

. "Even without meeting, hearing his voice is enough to make people feel his sadness.

"I see, Mallarme, I will record it." Lan Tang said.

"Okay, if you encounter danger, you must tell me."

"Okay. I'm going to sleep, let's talk next time." Lan Tang's voice was soft, as if he was really talking about divorce with his friend.

"Then, good night." Mallarme said goodbye, and after waiting for a while, Lantang hung up the phone.

Lan Tang's fingers slid gently on the table.

Stefan Mallarmé.

He did have memory confusion before. If he hadn't found traces that didn't belong to him on his carpet one day, he wouldn't have realized that someone had been silently invading his residence all the time, and they were throwing him a vengeance. Drugs for memory loss.

Maybe they would think it was one of the costs of escaping from the explosion.

This Mallarme, pretending to be his friend, deliberately misled him with words, making him think that the two of them have been in touch...

He knew that someone had been administering drugs to him, but they deliberately aggravated his memory disorder, trying to get information from him.

What is his purpose, is my current state related to him?

In the quiet living room, suddenly there was a sound of dong dong dong.

Lan Tang followed the sound and saw that it was the door of the guest room where Andre Gide lived.

"Please come in."

The door of the guest room opened, and Gide came out.

He looked at Lan Tang and frowned, "It was Mallarmé who contacted you just now? Stefan Mallarmey?"

Lan Tang turned his head and looked at Gide.

Does he have anything to do with Mallarme?In other words, he was also the one arranged by Mallarme to investigate his situation?