Cos Verlaine's I crossed

The supernatural ability of the space system was broken through by the supernatural ability of gravity. Seeing that going further, it is easy to form a "singularity" of energy hedging. William Shakespeare, who had a psychological shadow on this, withdrew his power.

He didn't want to be drawn into The Singularity anymore.

Last time, he and France's Victor Hugo didn't want to fight each other, so they put water on purpose to create a stalemate.

result?

The "singularity" between the two is entangled.

Subspace can't be solved!

The global supernatural war is over, and the top transcendents of Britain and France "disappeared", unable to break free from the shackles of the "singularity"!

Victor Hugo incarnated the disabled Quasimodo, who rang the bell in Notre Dame Cathedral for seven years, and William Shakespeare was miserable for seven years, watching one French transcender after another enter the "singularity" Save Hugo.Years passed, but fortunately Charles Baudelaire found a way to successfully decipher the "singularity".

As a result, William Shakespeare and Victor Hugo went on strike for many years and missed the best stage of dividing up profits after the war.

"It's not Arthur Rimbaud, but Paul Verlaine..." William Shakespeare recognized the gravity ability of the Assassin King, and gave a meaningful look at Agatha Christie who had mistaken her.

Britain and France are mortal enemies to each other, and they have always had a tradition of shielding their enemies.The French will flee to the UK if they commit a crime, and the British will flee to France for refuge if they commit a crime. Over the centuries, a tacit tradition has been formed, and there has never been a situation where a dog meddles with a mouse.

Then, the No.1 surpasser in the British supernatural power world left.

Who cares who cares.

Agatha Christie was embarrassed, unable to learn from Mr. Shakespeare who could leave as soon as he wanted, she suppressed her boredom and said: "Keep chasing!"

The British government has the power to catch international criminals.

After catching someone, she can try to physically convince the Assassin King to join the UK!

The process of this pursuit became very unsmooth, and the disadvantages of lacking William Shakespeare's town venue appeared. The vehicles on the ground could not catch up with Arthur Rimbaud who was flying in the sky, and the helicopter had a lot of tracking flexibility and was difficult to lock. Live Arthur Rimbaud soaring to sonic level.

Agatha Christie is single-minded in hunting down the other.

Oscar Wilde was so anxious that he could not persuade Agatha to give up arresting people. He forcibly intercepted a helicopter, boarded the plane, and wanted to watch Arthur Rimbaud leave the UK.

This pursuit escaped away from the center of London.

The citizens of London pointed at the helicopter flying in the sky curiously, feeling that something had happened.

estuary.

Arthur Rimbaud came to the waters under British jurisdiction, and then fled abroad. Agatha Christie had to mobilize military ships and spend a lot of time chasing him at sea, which would not be worth the candle.

Agatha Christie has given up.

However, Arthur Rimbaud, who was being chased around, did not give up the opportunity to block Agatha Christie.

"Fingal!"

Arthur Rimbaud trumpeted a man's name in the direction of the waiting British navy.

Oscar Wilde changed from the simple bath towel to a temporary attire, which was a military uniform, which made Oscar Wilde's face more military-like, and he was no longer a stalking lover.

There was depression in his eyes, but there was also a little joy. Arthur Rimbaud didn't just walk away, but was talking to him remotely.

The sea became their place of communication.

Arthur Rimbaud continued: "The UK is not welcome, I will not come to the UK again!"

Oscar Wilde came to the deck, threw off the people in front, and shouted: "I'm sorry! I apologize to you for what happened today!"

Agatha Christie's face was blue, she turned her head and ordered.

"Let Wilde go!"

It is only natural for the British government to arrest people.

Arthur Rimbaud heard the voice of his fingal, and heard Agatha Christie and Oscar Wilde quarreling.

familiar apology.

However, Arthur Rimbaud has spent his whole life, what he has seen and heard is his life, and what he needs is not anyone's apology.

There was also a flame in his heart, burning himself, so that he could not forget the hegemony of the British government and the lack of freedom of those writers.If he doesn't let it out, he won't be able to leave the UK easily!

"Fingal—!"

"Do you have parents and brothers?!"

For the first time, Arthur Rimbaud asked Oscar Wilde out loud, as if it wasn't the secret of the Beyonder.

"I don't! I don't have any relatives!"

Oscar Wilde faintly touched the truth of Arthur Rimbaud's question, looking excitedly at the blue sky, the sea, and the gods on the sea.

Agatha Christie stomps, stupid Wilde!

For Wilde's momentary enjoyment, how much effort did she spend to conceal the information?Don't let this information be Wilde's weakness!

"Do you dare to come with me? Do you dare!" Arthur Rimbaud took a breath in his chest, and roared out with an air of fearlessness.

"I will make you happy every day!"

"I will not let you bow your knees!"

"We drink Irish beer every day, eat British afternoon tea, and every place can be our home!"

"Get out of the secular world, stay away from disputes!"

"The world is a stage, but I am dissatisfied with the role assigned to you. I think you are terrible now! Your role is dim in the bright, and no one will understand what you are pursuing in your heart in the future!"

"Fingal!"

"What you want is an endless future!"

The voices with shocking content sounded like waves under a gust of wind!

Arthur Rimbaud stood swaying on the surface of the sea, his hair was blown tousled.

He disdains appearances.

Gravity freed his body from gravity, and it also made his mind higher than the sky, no need to bow his head to pray to God.

He was so dazzling that Oscar Wilde was crazy about it, but he was ashamed to face such a romantic and unrestrained invitation.Clearly free love is not far away, his nose was sore, and he said in his inaudible choked voice.

"I think... I think..."

——I want to travel with you, everywhere is home.

A hand was clasped on Oscar Wilde's shoulder.

"Oscar."

The appearance of Bernard Shaw, another British transcendent, suppressed Oscar Wilde's possible departure from the deck.

Bernard Shaw exhorted in a low voice: "There are so many people looking at you, don't go crazy."

Oscar Wilde's body trembled.

"How could I... go crazy... I haven't forgotten that I'm British." Oscar Wilde laughed dryly, with tears flashing in his eyes. This scene was captured by his friend Bernard Shaw and blocked in front of him.

Oscar Wilde: "Let me take another look at him."

"You are looking for the crime yourself, why do you like the Assassin King." Bernard Shaw sighed for the feelings of others, and staggered his position.

Ever since Arthur Rimbaud saw Oscar Wilde being stopped, he laughed heartily on the sea, and his laughter spread across the vast coastline.

Oscar Wilde's eyes were red.

Arthur Rimbaud smiled, as if he had touched the sadness, he turned around resolutely.

"Fingo, you made a normal decision, you didn't give up a forest for a tree, for the rest of your life, please enjoy your romance! When we meet, I will always send you a kiss."

—I'm pitying you and missing me twice.

——There is no third time.

At the end of the nineteenth century, I met you as a fledgling in London. In the 21st century, I worshiped your tomb and read your works. I thought I could no longer express my belated appreciation.

You and I have met and known each other, enough is enough.

On the east coast of the Atlantic Ocean, all those who arrested the Assassin King saw that the other party was no longer thunder and lightning, but an unrestrained wind, flying across the sea level and heading to an unknown distance.

Even though the United Kingdom is powerful, it cannot arrest a transcendent with gravity without paying a price.Every navy guarding the country sees it in their eyes, and envy rises in their hearts-that is the yearning for the strong.

Arthur Rimbaud was completely out of sight.

Oscar Wilde knelt down and covered his eyes, his long, not dry hair blocked his face.

Bernard Shaw said comfortingly: "According to him, you will meet again."

Oscar Wilde said breathlessly.

"maybe……"

The wind will not stay and wait for someone, it will be gone if you let go of your hand, he missed a one in ten thousand chance to catch the wind.

Raising his head again, Oscar Wilde squeezed out a smile, his face turned pale, and he slowly straightened his tall body.He didn't even look at Agatha Christie, and following Shaw's return to the city, he wrote a decent report on what he had done next.

After dealing with trivial matters, he returned to the apartment and sat in a daze on the balcony overlooking the Thames.

On the seat opposite, there is a portrait.

Oscar Wilde said, "At least I kept you."

on the portrait.

The blond-haired Rimbaud sitting not far away rested his chin, as if the sun in the sky had endless charm, making him unable to look away.

Even the people in the portraits have the right to choose their dreams.

—I'm pitying you.

Outside the portrait, the British man could no longer control his emotions, buried his head on the coffee table, weeping alone for his lost love.

"I'll find you... please give me another chance..."

……

The follow-up influence of this incident was weakened by the British government, which did not want to disclose it to other countries.

No one knew who "Fingal" was.

No one knows who the man who escaped from England was.

The story of Oscar Wilde falling in love with the Assassin King and being dumped was circulated in the circle of British transcendents. Many people visited Oscar Wilde to help Oscar Wilde get out of the shadow of broken love.

Considering the psychological problems of the transcendent, the British government asked Alfred Douglas to accompany Oscar Wilde.

Alfred Douglas couldn't stand Oscar Wilde's frequent glances at the back of Arthur Rimbaud's portraits, or his behavior.

then.

The son of the Marquis said: "Draw me a picture, please."

Oscar Wilde let it go, he numbly painted a soul-reflecting portrait of the peerless beauty of England.

A few days later, Alfred Douglas fled the apartment screaming, telling his family that he had seen the monster!

And that monster is clearly the little Douglas in the painting who is gradually becoming uglier.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Thanks to Douglas Jr.'s behavior, Oscar Wilde's spirits are lifted from the slump, and he is devastated to find that his apartment has an extra portrait of an ugly face.After losing his skin, the arrogant and selfish Alfred Douglas blinded Oscar Wilde with his soul.

Faintly, Oscar Wilde heard a whistle.

He frantically looked for the place where the sound came from.

"Rimbaud!"

In the portrait, the blond Rimbaud sitting on the flower bed is laughing, the profile of his profile melts in the sunlight, and the corners of his eyes are proud and free and easy.

All the beauty of this is fixed in the first encounter on that summer day.

……

Afterwards, William Shakespeare heard about Oscar Wilde's accusation of Agatha Christie's arrest in the review.

For the sake of the French betrayers, Oscar Wilde slapped his colleagues in the face for the first time, saying that he could have fought for the assassination king to become a British citizen, but Ms. Agatha ruined it all.

Because of Oscar Wilde's backstab, Agatha Christie had to write a review, showing that she was too impulsive.

In order to add trouble to Oscar Wilde, Agatha Christie pretended to be kind and suggested that Oscar Wilde was in a state of mind, and asked Alfred Douglas to take care of Oscar Wilde.

Everyone knows what happened next.

It is impossible for Oscar Wilde to empathize with Alfred Douglas - because the comparison of the portraits is terrible.

William Shakespeare saw this farce in his eyes, and he was overjoyed: "For a person like Britney who looks at the face, it is a perfect irony to have the supernatural ability to reflect the soul."

"No, you can call it luck."

"This helped Wilde discern the true face of the beauty, but unfortunately he usually dare not take a second look."

William Shakespeare wrote the latest script, leisurely looking at the male actors performing on the stage of the opera house, sweating and trying to fit the characters, which is a picture that opera singers never get tired of watching.

"Talent and appearance coexist, which is beautiful."

……