Cos Verlaine's I crossed

Oh, God!

Someone is going to use my poetry to control me?

Arthur Rimbaud was stunned on the surface, but his heart was twisted into a caterpillar, arching and arching, trying to escape from this world.

Being read aloud to his face by a poem he wrote when he was a teenager, and being mistaken for Paul Verlaine, he held back his laughter and tapped his toes, feeling a strange sense of shame.

Why do we have to face poetry after a world away!

You can read other poems, why read the poems I wrote during my relationship with Paul Verlaine!

Destroy it!

I should never have published my poems back then!

Artille Rimbaud's interest in the Qur'an vanished entirely, and he restrained his facial muscles and made himself look cold and empty.

Rather than fighting with the black-haired man, he wanted to know the other party's purpose.

Who is this guy?

How did he know the order to control Paul Verlaine?

"Assassination King" Paul Verlaine was born in the French anti-government organization. His original name was "Black No. 12".

After the death of the suppression personnel sent by the French government, Lan Tang took over the task, and inadvertently endowed "Black No. 12" with a free personality as a human being during the task, making "Black No. Together to destroy the anti-government organization.

After that, "Black No. 12" surrendered to the French government. The French government couldn't spare any manpower, so it simply ordered 15-year-old Lan Tang to supervise "Black No. 12" and formed a pair of spy partners.

Lantang hid a lot of information about "Black No. 12", and took great pains to clear those experimental materials and instructions, which were not entirely for the sake of partners, but to destroy the harm left by "Pun Shen" as much as possible. There should never be an artificial transcendent.

The only person who theoretically knew Paul Verlaine's order was Lan Tang!

Lan Tang was the most special person to Paul Verlaine, a person who endowed life with miracles. Although Paul Verlaine hated Lan Tang's self-righteous character, he believed that Lan Tang would never hide himself.

"Accidents" appear in impossible situations.

Arthur Rimbaud knew the extent of literal instructions because he was from another world, had seen the original texts, and remembered the poems he had written.

And behind him——

He was the fifth person who knew the order after himself, Lan Tang, Paul Verlaine, and the "Fun" killed by Verlaine.

[I'm afraid you don't want to live anymore, Verlaine is most afraid of orders. 】

【Let me see who you are? 】

At this moment, Arthur Rimbaud made a quick decision—pretend to be controlled by orders, figure out the source of the threat for Paul Verlaine, and make up for his debt of impersonating Paul Verlaine.

The dark-haired man behind him stopped being a harmless priest, put his hands on his shoulders, and turned him around.

The "Assassin King", who originally wanted to take the book and leave after a few simple words, became a puppet at the mercy of others. The pleasure of controlling a strong person is enough to satisfy.

In particular, the "Assassination King" has both strength and beauty, and has not been caught by any organization for so many years.

This knife...is extremely sharp, and I don't want to be controlled by others.

The brunette smiled.

Afterwards, there was no conspiracy and calculation. The black-haired man invited him to sit down and read a book together in the room. The atmosphere was strangely warm.

Arthur Rimbaud mechanically read the book in his hand, feeling trembling in his heart.

What kind of weirdo is this?

After catching him, he didn't proceed to the next step?

If it were the lecherous Oscar Wilde, I'm afraid I would touch him and kiss him inside and out!

One afternoon, the two spent reading a book.

Arthur Rimbaud was hungry.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, the dark-haired man's room was finally visited by someone else, and the one who broke the silence walked in arrogantly.

This person didn't even have the slightest sense of knocking on the door. He was extremely rude. The man's short ear-length hair seemed to have been cut directly by scissors, and the ends of his hair were connected into smooth arcs. He was wearing a German uniform and high boots.

"Goethe, I didn't catch that person, I only found some traces of life, hey - who is beside you?"

Friedrich Nietzsche opened his eyes wide and burst into light.

"Wow!"

"This face! I've seen it on the arrest warrant!"

Without the introduction of the black-haired man, Friedrich Nietzsche picked out Goethe's name and recognized the "Assassin King".

"The little traitor of France~." Friedrich Nietzsche circled around Arthur Rimbaud on the seat, and pinched Arthur Rimbaud's jaw unceremoniously. After being electrocuted by the young man's white and tender skin, he was forced to lift his face after rubbing it carefully.

Arthur Rimbaud thanked himself for his deadpan and exclaimed excitement.

Goethe? !

The person who caught him was a representative figure in the German literary world, the German transcender in the literary world-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe!

"Goethe, this 'Assassin King' seems to be different from the rumors, is he very obedient? Did you drug him?" Under Friedrich Nietzsche's hippie smile, faint madness pierced Arthur Lang like the tip of a needle. Poe's nerves kept Arthur Rimbaud motionless.

This is typically a smart move.

Dare to talk directly with Goethe, and he was not blamed for trespassing the room, which is enough to show the strength of the man with short hair and ears.

Goethe also had a headache for Nietzsche, and said helplessly: "Let go of your hands, don't be so rude to our guest, I didn't drug him, he 'voluntarily' sat in the room and read a book with me."

Arthur Rimbaud had an indifferent face.

Friedrich Nietzsche was very surprised: "Is he your subordinate?"

"No." Goethe thought for a while, and added the second half of the sentence, "When I solve the French problem, it will be in the future."

If the German government wanted to accept Paul Verlaine, it would inevitably be targeted by the French government, but compared to the benefits it received, this was nothing. Gravitational power is a force that is beneficial to scientific research.

Friedrich Nietzsche was skeptical and went to see Arthur Rimbaud. Obviously, he thought it was great to be looked at indifferently by the "King of Assassination", and then he chuckled, "I kind of understand why you took me abroad, but It’s not about bringing Schiller, you’re afraid he’ll be jealous hahahaha—”

Goethe said indifferently: "Please don't make wild guesses, Nietzsche."

If Arthur Rimbaud had some respect for Goethe, who had been dead for nearly a hundred years when he was born, Arthur Rimbaud had no sense of historical figures for Nietzsche.

The two were contemporaries, Friedrich Nietzsche was ten years older than Arthur Rimbaud, and Arthur Rimbaud became famous earlier.

Arthur Rimbaud's relationship with Goethe and Schiller has been well-known for a long time, prick up your ears, is there any gossip in it?

Friedrich Nietzsche said ironically: "Who doesn't know that you have cultivated Schiller, so I won't expose you, hehe."

Goethe: "..."

Friedrich Nietzsche finally got down to business: "Goethe, are we going to visit another country with him along the way?"

Goethe replied: "Let him stay on board if not necessary."

Friedrich Nietzsche immediately said: "Very good! I will also stay on board, you go to visit alone!"

Goethe was confused: "What are you going to do?"

Friedrich Nietzsche's eyes glowed a little, and he was so bored on the boat that he vowed: "I want to play with him! You let me stay with him on the boat, and I will go back to my country and speak well for you!"

Goethe was silent, staring at the outspoken Nietzsche with his dark eyes. Friedrich Nietzsche was gearing up, and finally met a transcendent who was subdued by Goethe. Why don't you let him play?

So many days on a boat, how boring it is to circle the Atlantic Ocean!

Friedrich Nietzsche laughed at Goethe from the bottom of his heart, did he really think he would believe that Goethe did not use external force to control the "Assassin King"?

It's a pity that Goethe was not yet threatened by Nietzsche.

"No."

Goethe rejected his colleagues.

In front of Nietzsche, Goethe slapped away the molesting thief and did not allow Nietzsche to touch the "Assassin King".

Goethe's tone towards Arthur Rimbaud was relatively gentle.

"Verlaine, I'm Goethe, and this is the famous 'crazy' Nietzsche, my German colleague. We are from the German government. When we passed the Atlantic, we met you on board to rest. After my visit is over, we invite you Let's go back to Germany together."

"Ok."

Arthur Rimbaud thought it was time to answer.

At dinner, Arthur Rimbaud no longer had to steal food, and sat in the VIP seat, enjoying exquisite food with Goethe and Schiller.

After the meal, Goethe took Arthur Rimbaud for a walk on the boat and exchanged feelings unilaterally. Probably out of concern for Nietzsche’s informant, Goethe didn’t say anything about letting the two sleep in the same room. Boan settled in a separate room.

"Good night, my countrymen."

Goethe gave Arthur Rimbaud a good night kiss on the cheek, with a soft voice, like a dream late at night.

Arthur Rimbaud was stunned.

compatriots? ? ?

What do you, a German and a Frenchman, say, compatriots!

That night, Arthur Rimbaud still couldn't figure out the source of Goethe's words, and made up all kinds of stories about Goethe's misunderstanding of his life experience, being born in France, and being taken to Germany by the Germans.

early morning.

Arthur Rimbaud was attacked in the night by Friedrich Nietzsche.

The German, who was no worse than the French in his bones, climbed onto the bed enthusiastically, and was satisfied to see the "Assassin King"'s strangely calm look, and said cunningly: "Goethe asked you to obey my orders."

Arthur Rimbaud raised his eyebrows secretly.

Did Goethe say that?

Why don't you fight, who is the best, and who will come to bed with me again?

Friedrich Nietzsche got into bed, he swore he was not a womanizer, but after leaving Germany, he was severely restrained by Goethe, for fear that he would cause any problems.He complained that he was wronged, that he was Goethe's defeated general, and his superiors didn't trust him so much.

In order to repay Goethe, Friedrich Nietzsche decided to "reluctantly" solve the trouble of choosing one or the other for Goethe who has emotional debts.

— by himself sleeping Paul Verlaine.

Arthur Rimbaud stopped Nietzsche's hand, and sighed slightly. Nietzsche's figure was not muscular, on the contrary, he was pale and slender, with cold skin, as cold as a snake, and the bones in his wrist seemed to be broken.

Who gave the weak German the confidence?

At the end of the nineteenth century, I can still beat you up!

Arthur Rimbaud in turn holds Nietzsche down.

delivered to your door?

Do not eat white do not eat!

Under Nietzsche's astonished and excited gaze, Arthur Rimbaud belatedly remembered, when was the last time he said he would not touch a man?

Oops, I slapped myself in the face again.

Arthur Rimbaud slammed on the brakes and pushed Nietzsche out of bed. Nietzsche rolled around on the carpet and looked at Arthur Rimbaud angrily.

On the bed, the blond man's eyes were empty, his face struggled slightly, and he looked like he was being ordered by Goethe: "Mr. Goethe said that I want to rest alone in the room..."

Friedrich Nietzsche's hairs stood on end: "What kind of supernatural power is this? I can't distinguish commands by myself, and the effect is so strong?"

With a bang, the door of the room was opened.

Goethe, in pajamas, rushed over and dragged Nietzsche away from the room with a cold face without giving them any further time. Arthur Rimbaud vaguely heard the movement of him being thrown into the sea.

Arthur Rimbaud lay flat on the bed, writhing happily.

"Is this what it feels like to be a disaster?"

It's so much fun, without leaving the house, the German surpassers will be in conflict within minutes!

Just put all blame on Goethe's head!