Cos Verlaine's I crossed

Arthur Rimbaud knew nothing about Lantang's restoration of his memory.

He was adrift in the Atlantic Ocean and got lost.

Arthur Rimbaud wanted to go to the South Pacific and find Jules Verne who lived in seclusion on the Standard Island for a meal, but the passing ships didn't go there, and he couldn't force the other party to change the course.

He wanted to go to Paul Verlaine again, but he didn't have any money with him, and contacting the intelligence organization was a very expensive matter.

Black eat black?

His character is not that bad.

He has fully realized the convenience and inconvenience of people with supernatural abilities, and he doesn't intend to use their supernatural abilities to do anything wrong.

Arthur Rimbaud would occasionally think wildly: "Lantang's ability is 'Colored Paintings', I don't know what Fingal's ability is? Is it "The Nightingale and the Rose" or "From the Deep"... That guy always Looks like a pampered type, probably not even catching fish."

Seeing a large ship with a German logo, Arthur Rimbaud was refreshed, his stomach was rumbling, and the dry food he was carrying was almost finished.

"It's time to sneak aboard again!"

Arthur Rimbaud is a positive person. When he is on board, he will not eat and drink for nothing. He can ignore the bad weather or environment and help the ship pass the sea smoothly.

The patron saint of escort on the sea is nothing like this.

Once, Arthur Rimbaud became nervous and saw traces of sea monsters in the rough sea, and then he remembered some unscientific creatures in the Wenye world.

Under the powerful "gravity" ability, Arthur Rimbaud directly lifted the entire ship into the air, avoiding the attack of the sea monster.After that, he left quietly with the voices of thanks from the crew in the Atlantic Ocean.

In "Biography of Rimbaud", he will grow into a ruthless businessman. Arthur Rimbaud thinks that it is purely because he has suffered from being penniless, and he does not want to be close to the rich, and things will turn against each other, forming his idea of ​​​​extremely caring about interests.Under normal circumstances, Arthur Rimbaud is very open to money, spends other people's money without mercy, and happily goes back and forth between the poor and the prodigal.

Half an hour later, Arthur Rimbaud sneaked aboard furtively and used gravity waves to search for the location of the galley.

Arthur Rimbaud was overjoyed when he saw today's delicious food.

Bread, baked potatoes, bratwurst, and... braised pork knuckles!

Arthur Rimbaud didn't have time to wash his hands, he couldn't wait to stretch out his evil hands to the pig's feet with sauerkraut floating in the saucepan, leaving dirty dust behind.

One bite down, mouth full of fat.

He squatted in the corner and ate German food, and was so moved that he was about to cry. The stewed pork knuckle is a taste in Berlin. Although it is not his favorite German charcoal grilled or smoked flavor, what high requirements can there be at sea? ?The taste of happiness came so unexpectedly.

"Delicious! The chef's skills are good!"

Arthur Rimbaud was content not to be so salty.

After filling his stomach, Arthur Rimbaud picked up an unused potato, cut it into the shape of a pig's foot with a smile, and threw it into the pot in an attempt to disguise himself as an unqualified pig hoof.

"I tried my best, you eat less pork knuckles, potatoes are also delicious."

Arthur Rimbaud quickly slipped away.

After a while, the chef in charge of the food came to the kitchen area. While stirring, the chef found that the stew to be served to the big man lacked the main ingredient pig's feet, and what he fished out was a potato!

The chef was frightened and angry, and suspected that someone on board was stealing food.

As a last resort, the chef hurriedly prepared other dishes to replace the stewed pig's feet, full of anger waiting for someone to vent.

In fact, Arthur Rimbaud should steal sausages. There are more sausages and more varieties than vegetables, which are more suitable for storage on board. If there are fewer sausages, no one will find out. Fascinated, he left evidence of stealing food.

In the deserted cabin on the other side, Arthur Rimbaud took a shower, rubbed the smell of the sea from his hair, and hid his dirty clothes.Not only that, when he couldn't find clean clothes, he wrapped himself childishly in a large white bath towel, and ran out on tiptoe like a cat.

He landed silently, gravity kept him at a slight distance from the ground, and the soles of his feet did not leave wet marks on the ground.

Arthur Rimbaud enjoyed the joy of not being seen.

It's easier than falling in love.

The room where the crew lived was too narrow, and Arthur Rimbaud, who was used to rolling on the big bed, looked down on him, so he kept sneaking into the upper floor area: "There will always be a few empty luxury suites."

This large ship didn't disappoint Arthur Rimbaud. The more you went up, the more empty rooms there were, and the decoration became more luxurious than the last, which made people understand how big the gap between rich and poor was.

“Life is just different for rich people.”

Arthur Rimbaud was swearing that these people would rather let the crew live in the lower cabins than let them occupy the empty rooms, as if they would defile the land of high society by doing so.

In the VIP suite on the second top floor, Arthur Rimbaud stayed.

The reason why he chose this place is very simple. This suite has windows to the outside, which is convenient for escape, and there are drinks in the room, so you don't have to worry about getting thirsty.At night, he didn't turn on the lights blatantly, locked the door, wrapped himself in a towel, and slowly fell asleep with his eyes closed.

The next day, even though Arthur Rimbaud was cautious, he underestimated the vigilance of the crew on board.The chef was on high alert, counted the quantity, and took the trouble to record it on paper, but still found that the food was missing.

When Arthur Rimbaud was distressed, the news of the missing food gradually spread, and the big shots living on the top floor also knew about it.

On board, a person who was not captured by surveillance may have been mixed in.

"These people have unusual backgrounds."

Arthur Rimbaud felt he couldn't stay any longer.

Before leaving, Arthur Rimbaud went to the kitchen again, depressed to prepare dry food before leaving.Just as he took out a round deep-sea pearl from his trouser pocket, intending to use it to offset his own food expenses...

Suddenly, he saw a note on the kitchen table.

[Dear guest, we already know of your existence, and we have prepared delicious food for you on the top floor, and invite you to have a gathering. 】

Arthur Rimbaud reflexive: "No."

Different ways, not conspiring with each other, refers to Arthur Rimbaud who does not want to be friends with those dignitaries and rich people at all.Tabo has standards for choosing friends and lovers, and the standards are extremely high. Money and appearance are never the purpose of his approaching a person.

Arthur Rimbaud intended to go somewhere before leaving.

Someone is reciting the Qur'an.

The dark-haired man whom Arthur Rimbaud considered to be the "priest" sat on the large terrace of the ship, holding a book and reading aloud softly during the day.

He has long black hair, a black robe, and a man with good skin. His eyebrows and eyes are not like a young man's. His age is a mystery. He has a kind of aura of an elder.

Arthur Rimbaud didn't care what the other person looked like, he was unconsciously attracted by the voice reading aloud, and felt that the voice was inexplicably charming.

He learned from his biography that his mother had written letters to his father who was a soldier far away, and his father had translated the Koran when he was young, thinking that his son would become such a person.

In fact, Arthur Rimbaud had never been impatient with religious books.

He is no longer the "Rimbaud" in the biography.

"sounds so good."

Attil Rimbaud couldn't help sighing, without hiding his gaze, he stared curiously at the black-haired priest who was reading the Qur'an.

He had an urge to take a look at the Qur'an during the trip.

Are there any expectations of his parents for him in the book?

The black-haired priest slowly turned to the next page, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of someone flipping up from the balcony, sitting there recliningly with his feet crossed.Before the appearance of the visitor can be seen clearly, everyone will be occupied by the other party's slender legs below the waist, exuding wildness.

Looking up, the visitor has slender shoulders, narrow waist, short-sleeved trousers, and a petrel with a smile as light as the sky. He has a feeling of being far away and near, and his blond hair is casually scattered, turning into an unparalleled landscape.

The black-haired priest looked slightly surprised, lowered his head with a smile and continued to read the scriptures aloud, as if he didn't have a deep feeling for beauty.

"After a person dies, what the living person asks is how much property he has left, but the angel looking down on the dead wants to know what evils the deceased has accumulated during his lifetime."

Not to mention other aspects, just concentrating on it is not easy.

Few people can face Rimbaud peacefully.

"Hey!"

Realizing that someone ignored him, Arthur Rimbaud yelled, "Give me the Koran in your hand!"

"Sir, it's not a trade item." The black-haired priest said, "If you want to take a look at it, please take it with both hands, sit beside me and read, instead of waiting for me to throw it at your place. "

Arthur Rimbaud had seen the bigotry of religious people, and he knew he had met someone who was not afraid of danger.

Approaching the dark-haired priest, Arthur Rimbaud held out his hands.

"Can you give it to me?"

"it is good."

The black-haired priest was speaking and handed the book over. Arthur Rimbaud's eyes flashed with success, and he was about to snatch the book away.

The next second, he was taken aback by the words of the Qur'an.

"What language is this?"

Arthur Rimbaud, who thought he was proficient in many languages, was surprised that he had never seen the types of characters in the book. He turned over several pages and couldn't understand them all.

Arthur Rimbaud could not help accusing the dark-haired priest with his eyes.

——You read English!

The black-haired priest said, "Azerbaijani."

The corners of Arthur Rimbaud's eyes twitched, resigned to defeat, even a copy of the "Koran" in Arabic was better than unfamiliar words.

Arthur Rimbaud, who couldn't take it away, simply sat down, not believing that the black-haired priest only had such a version: "Give me other versions."

The black-haired priest said kindly, "I can handwrite it for you."

Arthur Rimbaud hesitated and gave up: "No, just give me a version that I can understand."

The black-haired priest looked easy to talk, got up and said, "The books are in my room. I usually like to bring all kinds of niche books when I go out. Do you want to go and read with me?"

Arthur Rimbaud smiled at those who liked to read: "Do you do the same to other people?"

The black-haired priest said: "Anyone who asks me to borrow a book, I will not refuse, on the contrary, I will be happy to have an extra friend who reads."

Arthur Rimbaud followed him to the room.

Before leaving, Arthur Rimbaud was pleasantly surprised to hear the Koran and meet such a generous person.

Too many surprises, though, is something else.

……

The steps went up, and the two walked.

The dark-haired priest's room was not on the middle floor, nor was it near the terrace.

Arthur Rimbaud was a bit puzzled. Out of his confidence in his strength and his goodwill towards the black-haired priest, he did not hesitate until he reached the largest room on the top floor. There were no guards around, and the black-haired priest pushed him away. She walked out of her room and said with a smile, "Come in."

Arthur Rimbaud clicked his tongue, he was so unlucky that he met the highest ranking person on the whole ship?

"Are you really a priest?"

Arthur Rimbaud suddenly discovered that the other party's identity was guessed out of thin air, and the black-haired priest never introduced himself.

The black-haired priest said gently: "Come and choose books."

Arthur Rimbaud noticed a large collection of books, all items carried by the other party during the sea journey.

Arthur Rimbaud took a step forward, paused, and felt that his every move was influenced by the other party. It seemed that a movement, an expression, and a tone of voice could make him feel good.

"Weird." Arthur Rimbaud made a quick decision, rushed to the bookshelf, quickly scanned up and down, left and right, looking for the "Quran".

Finally found one, Arthur Rimbaud pulled out the book, not wanting to stay on the other side's territory.

The black-haired priest came behind him from the side at some point.

A wisp of incense from the clothes passed into the nostrils.

Arthur Rimbaud froze.

The black-haired priest read out a poem that Arthur Rimbaud found incredible in his usual soft and fatherly tone.

That is no one else's poetry!

It should not exist in the world of Wenye - the work of the poet Rimbaud!

"Verlaine, I've been waiting for you at sea for a long time, why don't you leave after watching it at my place."

……

What this man read out was an order!