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After a night's rest, Lan Tang devoted himself to the vacation.

In this, Rimbaud's character played a positive role. Lan Tang had never come into contact with such a person in the port mafia.

He is a scorching sun, a sea breeze.

What Lan Tang lacked, the characteristics can be found in Rimbaud.

soul mate?Lan Tang thought of this word suddenly.

He seldom relaxes like this. For eight years, he has been tormented by the obsession to find the past, and the tense string will always break one day. The other party suddenly arrives, bringing endless waves, just like the sound of fate. The melody made him regain his longing for life at once.

What you see and hear is part of life.

The standard island was jointly designed by Britain, France and Germany to create a maritime city in a medieval environment. The first stop they came to was the French area, and the buildings perfectly reproduced the past era.

Arthur Rimbaud was surrounded by the rushing nineteenth-century style, as if he had returned to the era when he was born and raised.He ignited his enthusiasm and urged: "Lantang! Let's take a carriage!"

Lan Tang smiled and stroked the horse's mane before boarding the carriage.

After a hundred years, Lantang is not familiar with some things of the nineteenth century, but Arthur Rimbaud knows everything about it.

Without a coachman, Arthur Rimbaud acted as the driver of a half bucket of water, driving the carriage to stop and go, the horse snorted, and was not very willing to pay attention to this strange human being.

Lan Tang didn't care about the speed of sightseeing. After he was free, he enjoyed the vacation time. When he saw Rimbaud competing with the horse, Lan Tang chuckled and leaned back on the seat to see what he was not good at.

Today Arthur Rimbaud rejected Lantang's braided hair, and his long hair looked crisp and neat, tied into a low ponytail.

The man's demeanor is masculine and unrestrained, and he is not very happy with too elaborate hairstyles.

"Damn it, I want you to know how powerful I am!"

Arthur Rimbaud turned over, sat on the horse's back, clamped his legs, and patted the horse's butt triumphantly, suppressing its rebellion.

Arthur Rimbaud's equestrian skills are good, riding a horse in front, passing under the sign of a coffee shop, Arthur Rimbaud jumped out of the carriage, quickly bought a cup of hot coffee, and handed it to the chilly Lan Tang.

He made a gentlemanly gesture, half-bent down, and imitated the tone of the groom and said, "Dear sir, this is the coffee offered to you by the vendors on the side of the road seeing your discomfort."

Lan Tang took it and tipped it skillfully. A few francs were folded by his fingers and stuffed into Arthur Rimbaud's collar. His fingertips slid across the collarbone, leaving the delicate touch on the surface of the lambskin gloves.

Lan Tang smiled and said, "Your reward."

Arthur Rimbaud raised his eyebrows, feeling more and more that Lan Tang had taken the lead in the past history, "Evil capitalist."

Lan Tang curled up back into the carriage and said, "Carriage driver, when you bullied me last night, that's not how you described the people under you."

Arthur Rimbaud winked and raised the reins of the horse.

"Let's go!"

The stability of the carriage is not as good as that of a modern sedan, and it feels like it will follow, but neither Arthur Rimbaud nor Rimbaud cares. From the French area to the British area, they are unimpeded, and the horse defecates everywhere in the middle Once, the road surface was quickly cleaned by the cleaning staff.

Under the awning of the open-air restaurant, the two sat in the British restaurant and enjoyed afternoon tea.

Seeing the British layout in the [-]th century, Arthur Rimbaud said critically: "Fountains should not be placed in the square, there were no fountains in that era!"

Lan Tang flipped through the magazine and raised doubts: "I remember that there were fountains in ancient Rome, but there were no fountains in Britain in the nineteenth century?"

Arthur Rimbaud said: "Their fountains are relatively simple, not the type that can spray so high and so complicated."

Lan Tang said, "Your request is too high."

Arthur Rimbaud snorted angrily: "It doesn't look like it just doesn't look like it."

Lan Tang said in another way: "I saw the suggestion box hanging on the side of the street. You can write your ideas on paper. Whether to change or not depends on the management of the island."

Artille Rimbaud was opened up, and he was constantly inspired to criticize. With a "boo", he quickly kissed Lan Tang, and asked the restaurant owner to borrow a pen and paper: "Good idea!"

Lan Tang got his praise, and his heart became sweeter.

This is love.

A little thing can also make people happy, the world is like a kaleidoscope, turning to colors that I have never seen before.

There was a constant sound of writing, and Arthur Rimbaud's handwriting was scribbled, which could not be called a master's style, but he had a rough chest, experienced legends, and he wrote a lot of content with one letter.Lan Tang originally thought that he was just writing an opinion, but who knew that the other party kept writing, which made Lan Tang, who was watching the scenery, come closer to read his content.

If you don't look at it, you don't know, Lan Tang was shocked when he saw it!

Arthur Rimbaud easily wrote hundreds of opinions, with sharp words, criticizing Standard Island as if it was worthless!

Arthur Rimbaud has such self-confidence and experience, even historians who have studied the nineteenth century may not know as much as Arthur Rimbaud about the architectural customs of many countries!

He has traveled to too many places and seen too many countries. He never flies around, but observes the world with laughter and curses.

Poets are fire stealers.

What is stolen is something that leaps beyond reality.

Lan Tang muttered: "What did you learn abroad..."

Arthur Rimbaud was beaming: "Learn everything, do everything, as long as I am interested, I will learn everything!"

On the same day, a very long anonymous letter was stuffed into the suggestion box.

To the astonishment of the staff, this letter received a lot of attention, but most of the opinions put forward by the other party pointed out that items that did not exist in the era, and these items have been integrated into the architectural environment, it is difficult to modify, or not to change, Ordinary tourists can't find it either.

In the office of the Silver Coin District, after discussions with the management, they decided to adopt a small part of the opinions, and then they talked to the designer about the details of the renovation, and left the rest of the content alone.

In the middle of the night, when the office was empty, Jules Verne, dressed in ordinary work clothes, came to the letter. He was gentle and quiet, like a librarian, not the patron saint behind the standard island.

Ordinary little things can't alarm him, but he will handle things related to the transcendent carefully to prevent accidental overturning.

The desk lamp automatically turned on, and he reached out to pick up the proposal written by the assassination king, read it carefully, sometimes frowning, sometimes pleased, it was hard to believe that a notorious traitor had such leisure and elegance.

Paul Verlaine, a fugitive from France, a transcendent-level supernatural power user, who is closest to the existence of the ten natural disasters, because he gave up his spy mission at the end of the war and refused to return to his country, he was wanted by the French authorities and even the European Supernatural Association. charged with treason.

Due to Paul Verlaine's powerful destructive ability, no country is willing to pay a high price to arrest him, so he has been at large for many years.

"The man who betrayed France came to my island to write a proposal?"

"It makes sense."

"It seems that he is an observant man who loves to travel."

Also a traitor to France during the war, Jules Verne was less hostile to Paul Verlaine.

However, he still felt that Paul Verlaine should not be so cheerful.

A lot of information showed that Paul Verlaine was moody, indifferent, murderous and liked to dismember his body. After an assassination mission was completed, he would often offend his wealthy employer and die for no apparent reason.

No one dared to say that the Assassin King killed his employers. They could only blame those employers for being careless, thinking that all the assassins they hired were obedient and obedient.

Is it true that the transcendent will have a good temper?

The person who masters power is also the one who controls life and death.

Jules Verne, who can be called good-tempered, has a heart-to-heart relationship. He used to kill more people to stop the war, and deal with some criminals every year, probably more than Paul Verlaine.

The assassin king is acting?

If it is acting, who is the performance for?

Jules Verne thought of the Assassin King's companion, a European with long black curly hair, registered as a Japanese national, named Lan Tang, 27 years old this year, from the port mafia in Yokohama, Japan.

He had never heard of the port mafia, it was probably a small organization in the Far East countryside, and Lan Tang's name was even more unfamiliar.

Rather—

Jules Verne felt that Lan Tang looked a little familiar.

He didn't find this person from his memory, maybe he had seen someone similar during the chaotic war period.

"If you have a good opinion, how can you discard it." Jules Verne was well aware of the island's decision-making. Those people were thinking about economic benefits, but he was thinking about how to make the island a better place.

"This island is a 'pure land' far away from the national border. There is no fighting or dispute. If there is any, he will throw it all into the sea."

Jules Verne smiled, sat down, and wrote a reply.

[Mr. Tourist, hello, on behalf of Standard Island, I would like to thank you for your opinion. May we create a beautiful island together. 】

【—Office staff. 】

As soon as he stopped writing, Jules Verne's expression changed.

The dangerous person he paid close attention to went out alone, and his destination was... the bar in the French Night Market in the Copper Coin District?

The figure of Jules Verne disappeared out of nowhere.

After Lan Tang fell asleep, Arthur Rimbaud stuffed a pillow into his arms to take his place.He was in good spirits, changed into a set of clothes suitable for clubbing, unbuttoned the top necklines of the two shirts, highlighted the charming advantages of his figure, and prevented himself from being too ordinary, and then ran to the lively place introduced by the tour guide.

Where there is fun, there is Arthur Rimbaud himself.

Lan Tang's eyelids opened slightly, feeling powerless.

"He's so energetic..."

Envy.

How can someone be so energetic, go shopping and play all day during the day, be intimate for a few hours at night, and go out to clubs?

Lan Tang was tired, tired, and gave up the idea of ​​drinking.

The air-conditioning in the bar must have been turned on, it was chilly, but he couldn't bear the situation of ice cubes and wine, air-conditioning and thin shirts.

The bar turns on the light show at night, and it is very lively. There are people everywhere in the booths. European rich people like to come to the island for vacation, make contacts, invest in business, and pick up girls by the way.

Maybe there's a low-key drinking billionaire in the corner, listening with interest to the bragging of the multi-millionaire next door.

Among these rich people, Arthur Rimbaud was nothing. He had no money, no house, no car, and he didn't even have a watch on his wrist as a symbol of status.But he is full of aura, and it’s exciting enough to dance disco. Under the lights, the snow-white and flawless complexion and the bow-like flexible Aquaman figure add color to him. Looking at the back, he can score full marks.

In a short while, Arthur Rimbaud received many fine wines from ladies, tasting them for free, and drinking half full without paying a penny.

He licked the corner of his mouth, and the hot feeling in his bones overflowed.

"Any more?"

"I don't care if it's expensive or not, I just like wine that I haven't drunk!"

Seeing that he is willing to drink for face, some men are ready to move.

Although the blond man's face can only be considered medium to small, the charm and temperament of his eyebrows and eyes are great, especially his figure, with long legs below the waist, no one present can match it.

Arthur Rimbaud has always been the focus of the crowd. He is naturally beautiful, and he can be aggressive without looking at his face.

When one of the wealthy men decided to give it a try, a young man who didn't know where he came from stood in front of him and offered to buy Arthur Rimbaud—"Have a martini."

As for the famous King of Cocktails, Arthur Rimbaud certainly drank it, but Martinis are often paired with seasonal fruits, with different sub-materials and various tastes. What he drank most often in the modern era of the 21st century is A strong martini with a spicy taste.

"Hey, it tastes sweet, like what girls like to drink."

Arthur Rimbaud picked up this glass of martini with crushed fruit, drinking in an unexpectedly lazy and casual posture.

He slightly opened his eyes wide at the taste touched by the tip of his tongue.

Then, he said with a joyful smile: "There is absinthe in the side material, and I have a familiar bitter taste."

The young man who changed his face said politely, "I can drink with you all night."

Arthur Rimbaud looked him up and down.

It doesn't look very rich, like a worker in the silver coin district on the island.

"Do not you go to work tomorrow?"

"You can ask for leave at work, you are more important tonight."

The young man said something pleasant and ordered another glass of wine. His behavior was normal in a bar, which is full of pleasure-seekers.

This person is none other than Jules Verne who rushed over.

Jules Verne was someone who understood the charm of the assassination king, and he didn't want to see a rich man with a crooked mind die on the island the next day, which would bring negative news to Standard Island during the peak tourist season.

Anyone who dares to flirt with the disguised blond man might end up with a broken corpse in the trash can.

Jules Verne dared to deal with the blond man, dispelling the danger, and his status was equally extraordinary.He is a Frenchman who awakened his supernatural powers at the age of 15 and joined the "Seven Betrayers" organization. When he was a teenager, he kidnapped the heads of state in order to prevent a world war, which caused a political reshuffle. Countless people worshiped them, and countless people hated them to the bone.

Now, he lives in seclusion on Standard Island, guarding the last escape route for his companions outside.

He had no helper, so he had to go up by himself.

Jules Verne only ordered exquisite and beautiful cocktails, and he did not order strong alcohol. He didn't know how to chat, and he treated the assassin king of the old fritters with youthfulness, hoping to send this person away.

Arthur Rimbaud noticed the poor speech of the person who invited the guests, and said jokingly: "You haven't dated men before, have you?"

Jules Verne thought to himself: What pride is there in such a thing?

On the bright side, Jules Verne, who changed his face and used supernatural powers to shape the image of others, said: "Well, it's the first time."

Arthur Lambert: "Why do you have the courage to buy me a drink? I think you are so quiet, not like a person who often clubs, like a lily on the sea, floating on the waves. You have the moon in the sky to accompany you, embellishing loneliness and solitude."

Jules Verne was surprised by the sharpness of the opponent.

Arthur Rimbaud asked slyly: "Do you like the sea? Do you like ships? I tell you, I was a sailor."

Jules Verne couldn't react, and admitted: "I like everything you said, but I have never been a sailor. I heard that being a sailor is a very hard job. In comparison, I would rather be a sailor." captain."

Arthur Rimbaud broke into a sunny smile, and immediately pulled him to talk about the sea voyage with enthusiasm.

Under Arthur Rimbaud's stereotypes, Jules Verne's old background was completely wiped out.

It was purely a coincidence that Arthur Rimbaud doubted his identity, because he did not know Jules Verne's appearance after reading the original work. The original work did not describe Jules Verne's appearance, but only focused on his quiet temperament. And that Verne was a tall young man.

Fortunately, Arthur Rimbaud met him directly.

The temperament, preferences, and location are all right.

Arthur Rimbaud has a good capacity for drinking. He used to be an alcoholic, but he also ordered wine for Jules Verne in a wicked way, which exposed the other party's weakness.

Jules Verne, who was not good at drinking, barely held on.

Arthur Rimbaud tends to talk a lot when drinking. Although he doesn't talk high, he loves to gossip. He caught Jules Verne and said: "Everyone who likes the sea is a friend! We should be as romantic as the sea, unrestrained, like something , roll up a huge wave and drown!"

Jules Verne was a little dizzy: "If people are not restrained, the rules will be broken, and the society will become unstable. For the things you like, you must protect the things you like..."

Their ideas are different. Arthur Rimbaud argued: "A beautiful thing will eventually be destroyed, as long as it has been owned."

Jules Verne shook his head: "I will not watch it perish."

Arthur Rimbaud laughed and pointed to his nose: "You are just a bystander when manpower falls short!"

Jules Verne let out an indecent belch and covered his mouth.

"I'll stop it."

"you can not!"

"I said I can, and I will do my best for what I love."

"Human beings, your name is human beings. Trying to do what gods do is a path of self-destruction."

Arthur Rimbaud happily gave an example: "For example, in the global supernatural war eight years ago, the seven people who stopped the war died as usual, and those who disappeared disappeared. In fact, let the countries fight it if I want to say it. Destroy everything, beat fish to death, and restore the world to peace!"

Jules Verne frowned, unable to bear his extreme thoughts, but Arthur Rimbaud's next sentence changed.

"However, ideals belong to ideals. I admire people who give everything for their ideals. If I had the opportunity in the past, I would probably consider joining them."

Arthur Rimbaud toasts Jules Verne.

"Cheers to peace! Cheers to a treat tonight!"

"..."

Assassination king, your black income should be higher than mine.

Jules Verne raised his glass helplessly.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but Jules Verne always felt that the arrogance and freedom of the blond man was very similar to one of his companions.

Unfortunately, that person's whereabouts are unknown.

……

Early in the morning, Arthur Rimbaud staggered back to the hotel.

He ran into the bathroom, vomited a lot, and vomited up all the melons, fruits and drinks that he ate at night.

"Hey, comfortable."

Arthur Rimbaud smirked, Lan Tang had already got up, walked out from behind him, and wiped his face with a hot towel.

Lan Tang smelled the alcohol on his body and pushed him to take a bath.

Arthur Rimbaud coquettishly: "No, I'm sleepy, I want to sleep, I don't want to take a bath every day, my skin will be rubbed off."

Lan Tang said, "You stink now."

Arthur Rimbaud rubbed against Lan Tang and said, "You despise me? You should say that even if I smell bad, I still smell good!"

"Xiang, you are so good in my heart, no one can compare to you." Lan Tang coaxed the childish blond man.

After pushing the person in, Lan Tang failed to come out, and there was a noisy movement between the two, Lan Tang demanded: "Go and wash, don't get away with it, hey - don't pull me, let me out -"

After Lan Tang exclaimed, he was drenched in water.

"Ha ha ha ha quack quack—!"

Arthur Rimbaud put his hand on the switch of the shower, he laughed loudly, his feet slipped, he was inattentive, and his joy turned into sadness, and he fell to the ground, his buttocks fell and howled, which made Lan Tang, who had a bitter face, laugh.

The hot water also wets Arthur Rimbaud's long hair, the golden hair sticks together, water flows from his forehead, the wet shirt fits against his shoulders, the muscles of his forearms are full and restrained, and the mermaid line is exposed at his waist , what a rough and bad boy has a good sense of sight.

Arthur Rimbaud smiled, and found that Lan Tang's expression was not right, and he looked very dangerous. He couldn't help but lower his voice: "This is the price you paid for provoking me."

Lan Tang took a step forward, grabbed his long hair, and pulled the hair tie away. Arthur Rimbaud hissed and covered his scalp reflexively, "Don't force so hard, your hair will be gone!"

In the next second, Arthur Rimbaud felt pain on his face.

The pain passed away in a flash, like a hallucination, which stimulated Arthur Rimbaud's dull nerves after being drunk, making him cover his face as if the sticker had been torn off, and drenched in hot water in a daze.

"You, you, what are you doing?"

Arthur Rimbaud stuttered.

"Fuck you."

Lan Tang's hand was holding a human skin mask.

Arthur Rimbaud forgot to use gravity.

After all, he lived as an ordinary person for too long, and he didn't integrate the instinct of a person with supernatural powers into his soul.

Lan Tang was dripping with water, the fleece pajamas were extra absorbent, and his long black curly hair looked like algae at this moment.

Lan Tang said with a smile: "Hey, put your hands down."

Arthur Rimbaud's eyeballs were empty, and when he realized something, his pupils, which were like top blue diamonds, tightened.

Slowly, his intense emotions subsided.

in the bathroom.

The blond man who was sitting and stopped laughing put down his hands and stared at Lan Tang, trying to make Lan Tang feel guilty.

The dusty pearl appeared once.

It should be a clear and beautiful sentence, gathering the essence of the sea.

Arthur Rimbaud was suddenly stripped of his disguise, and his face lost the human skin mask. His true face is beyond the imagination of ordinary people, with blond hair and blue eyes. As long as he walks out with this posture, he will be praised by the world as refined , the fantasy god in the eyes of the ancient Greeks.

The unrestrained god of Nordic, or the god of the sea.

Lan Tang took a deep breath.

Such a perfect external, free and wanton soul is really difficult for ordinary people to grasp, and the other party does not want to be restrained by him.

Ruined.

Who wouldn't like such a person.

Lan Tang felt that it was even more difficult for the other party to run out and make waves.

Lan Tang threw away the terrible human skin mask, squatted down gracefully, and the two looked at each other under the shower.

Arthur Rimbaud said angrily, "What are you looking at!"

Lan Tang couldn't help laughing, and remembered some things, such as his real name, such as this handsome man who was assigned to him by the government as a supernatural partner, the two exchanged names, went through life and death together, and he often woke up in the morning with a blank expression on his face. blonde teenager with braided hair.

In the depths of memory, ambiguous images flickered.

They slept.

More than once, in the era of war, I fell asleep on the ground covered in blood and gunpowder, exhausted and nervous.

Lan Tang said warmly: "Partner, I have something to ask you, why is our relationship different on the bed?"

Arthur Rimbaud: "Damn!"

You slept with Paul Verlaine and you want to sleep with me? !

Arthur Rimbaud aggressively rolled up his sleeves, parted the bangs on his forehead, revealing his full forehead and bright eyes.

——Lantang didn't restore his memory all at once!

He immediately gave Lan Tang a slap in the face, and raised his chin,

"There are no partners here, only temporary lovers."

"Lovers?"

Lan Tang automatically ignored the "temporary" words, chewed on what the other party said, and then showed a warm and tender look for the first time.

"Yes, we are lovers. You have changed a lot these years."

Lan Tang slightly raised his head to look at the other party.

"Paul."

The personality of the transcendent "Artier Rimbaud" emerges, and he realizes the ulterior motives of the other party's self-proclaimed "Rimbaud".

Lan Tang condemned: How can you give up the name I gave you?

Arthur Rimbaud: "..."

Tsk, what a trouble, I actually remembered so many trivial things.

Arthur Rimbaud's thinking went astray, and another explosion occurred, could the other party lose his memory?

Lan Tang hugged his shoulders tightly and shivered inexplicably.

strange sense of crisis...

Wait, if I haven't seen him for eight years, the person who should be guilty should be his partner!Why are you panicking!