Cos Verlaine's I crossed

No longer staying in the Atlantic Ocean, a group of the German government soon arrived in the country to be visited, but Arthur Rimbaud, who was mixed with the German team, did not disembark, and those who knew his identity kept silent.

Friedrich Nietzsche didn't want to participate in the interview, so he pretended to be sick in bed, saying that he had caught a cold after falling into the water, and with his pale skin and coughing three times, he couldn't do without being sick.

"Nietzsche, if you want to recuperate, don't go out, stay in your room, and the doctor on board will supervise you 24 hours a day."

Goethe warned repeatedly, and had to keep Nietzsche.

Before disembarking, Goethe did not forget Arthur Rimbaud who was also on board.The quiet posture of the French reading a book is like a god who loves literature. The ethereal and non-human temperament has given Goethe a lot of favor, and faintly seduces his "master" who can control him.

Under Nietzsche's "unruly", Goethe imposed new orders on the "well-behaved" Arthur Rimbaud.

"Verlaine, you can only follow my orders. When I'm not around, you stay on board. Don't be hostile to the people on board. If Nietzsche comes to disturb you, use 'gravity' to protect yourself, or drive people out. , in short - don't let him touch your body."

After Goethe said this, he stroked Arthur Rimbaud's long golden hair, which was not as cold and rigid as the other's character.

Arthur Rimbaud had reason to suspect that he was stroking a cat.

However, he remembered Goethe's words, maybe one of the trigger conditions for Nietzsche's supernatural ability is to borrow physical contact.

Goethe couldn't tell whether the Assassin King was distracted or listening.

"When you hear it, respond."

"What is hostility?"

Arthur Rimbaud picks on Goethe's demands.

"Murder, malice, the emotion of wanting to make a person disappear." Goethe mistook the Assassin King for being indifferent, and explained in a good-tempered manner.

Arthur Rimbaud played with words: "You asked me to drive Nietzsche out to make me hostile to him, which is in conflict with what you said before. If I am not hostile to Nietzsche, I will not drive him out. "

Goethe: "..."

Goethe has doubts about the factory settings of the Assassin King.

The opponent's body is a clone, and his spirit is a supernatural personality born from text editing. His ability to understand various things is inherently different from that of human beings.Could it be that the content of the instruction should not be set too long, the two paragraphs of content will conflict, and the other party will not distinguish independently.

Goethe drew on his experience in controlling the Assassin King, and simplified the instructions: "I repeat, until I come back, you stay on the boat to rest, don't physically touch anyone, don't kill anyone."

Arthur Rimbaud nodded in satisfaction.

Thank you, there is a lot of room for maneuvering here.

Goethe saw that Arthur Rimbaud was cold, and he didn't take any notice of his departure. He was not like a servant to his master at all. He couldn't help having a different idea, and smiled: "In the future, when I leave, you want Staring at me is like staring at the person you love the most."

Arthur Rimbaud laughed too. There are so many daydreamers.

"Mr. Goethe, I have never loved anyone, and I don't know what the person I love the most. Can you teach me what 'love' is?"

He threw the question to Goethe maliciously.

There were already attendants waiting outside the door, silently expressing "Mr. Goethe's time is up", but Goethe was pacing the room, thinking about how to teach the Assassin King to understand the simplest requirements in human society.

Goethe asked: "Have you ever had family affection?"

Arthur Rimbaud opened his eyes and said: "No."

In the original book, Paul Verlaine's affection for Zhongyuanzhong is not so much a family affection, but a feeling like looking in a mirror, which is nothing more than self-pity.

Goethe hesitated: "...What about friendship?"

Arthur Rimbaud replied: "I don't have a single friend, I can't understand that no one can be my friend."

Paul Verlaine's relatives and friends are Lantang, and the others are colleagues.

And what happened to Lan Tang——

Hehe, "dead people" can't be called friends.

Goethe's eyes were strange. Although he knew that the character of the Assassin King was different from normal people, he did not expect that the Assassin King whose eyes were full of human charm was essentially insulated from human emotions!

Goethe bent down slightly, and smiled at the heartless god on the seat, the arc of the corner of his mouth did not disappear for a bit.

When the pillar of the German supernatural world relaxed and took off the disguise in front of the world, the sense of holiness of the priest could not cover up the distortion of the soul, and the gaze in his eyes was cold and rational.

In contrast, one is close to divinity, and the other is like magic.

"Verlaine, do you have anything you like more?"

"Yes, mirror."

"Why a mirror?"

Goethe asked the Assassin King step by step, and Arthur Rimbaud said solemnly: "Because there is a lonely me in the mirror, 'he' will not ask me to do anything, 'he' will only look at me."

Goethe said in a pitiful tone: "Is there any more?"

Arthur Rimbaud was complaining, probably because Goethe's sympathy was too sincere, he couldn't help pity Paul Verlaine: "Reading literature, traveling, these are my only hobbies."

After the words fell, Goethe embraced Arthur Rimbaud, an unbeliever, in the image of his priest who tolerated all beings.

"Just look at me the way you usually look in the mirror."

"'I' is you in the mirror."

Arthur Rimbaud hid his guard in his arms.

When the other party said these words, a sense of trembling came out of nowhere, which made Arthur Rimbaud forget the prank, and almost really thought that the "self" in the mirror had become a spirit.

So real.

Excessive realism is sometimes unacceptable to human beings.

The morning time flew by, and Arthur Rimbaud wasted a lot of time sitting in the room in a daze, and belatedly realized that he had entered the state of "philosophy", and jumped up in shock.

"It's a waste of life!"

"Goethe is gone, haha, this ship is now my territory!"

Arthur Rimbaud put aside his innate spirituality, chose the wayward self of human beings, and ran to the window to observe the situation outside.

He cocked his hips, pressed his waist, and watched the port where he was docked.

This is the territory of a small country that he can't name. Goethe has already landed, and under the warm welcome of the other party, he took the diplomats to the place to entertain important foreign guests.The Goethes of the two worlds are political figures, and Arthur Rimbaud would not have been able to get in touch with these people in his life if it hadn't been for the supernatural society that brought literary giants back to life and gathered together.

Shakespeare in England, Goethe in Germany, and Hugo in France, can Dante in Italy pay homage?

Arthur Rimbaud laughed: "That's the beauty of the world."

Forget about Hugo.

Before he crossed over, Victor Hugo was a vigorous old man who was still alive. He had never participated in the salon held by Victor Hugo, and he had seen the old man who loved Notre Dame de Paris from a distance.As a poet, a successor who continued the path of Symbolist poetry, he was more interested in the late M. Baudelaire!

My God, what would a slutty poet who wrote "Flowers of Evil" look like in the Wenye world?

Arthur Rimbaud became distracted, and suddenly felt that Goethe was not good.

As for Nietzsche?

He admitted that many of Nietzsche's famous quotes are suitable for his appetite, such as: "Every day that does not dance is a disappointment to life."

Arthur Rimbaud spent every day with such a similar belief, but he found that Nietzsche was still not his fellow man, the one who was really suitable to be a friend, probably on a journey around the world, not those who pursued power Status, a transcendent who endures the control of a country's government.

As soon as Goethe, who was able to control him, left, Friedrich Nietzsche "healed from a serious illness", lifted the quilt that made him sweat in the summer, and said under the doctor's speechlessness: "I'm already cured!"

Friedrich Nietzsche went out unscathed and basked in the sun.

"It's a nice day today, isn't it?"

He turned around in a circle, and the German uniform could not restrain him from doing whatever he wanted. He was talking to himself crazily, and suddenly shouted to Arthur Rimbaud at the window looking at the scenery: "Don't watch from above. That said, the view from the top is never the most beautiful!"

Arthur Rimbaud looked down and saw that Nietzsche again, and the other was quite nice looking around in circles.

Probably because Nietzsche realized that the audience was admiring him, Nietzsche became more enthusiastic. Within a moment, Nietzsche showed his physical skills and appeared at his window, ignoring the possibility that Goethe would deal with him when he came back.

The two met at close range.

The arrogance and excitement in Nietzsche's eyes are on display.

Friedrich Nietzsche said grossly: "Goethe's little darling, what did he order you?"

Arthur Rimbaud is numb, Wilde's mouth is not as "sweet" as yours.

Friedrich Nietzsche jumped into the window, Arthur Rimbaud stepped aside, the German quickly closed the window, and said curiously: "You have self-awareness, you are not completely controlled by him, right?"

Arthur Rimbaud ignored Nietzsche's words, walked to his seat, and wanted to continue his "task" of reading books. Nietzsche tried to hold him back, but he was bounced away by "gravity", while Arthur Rimbaud remained a calm wooden man State, do not feel the initiative of the Germans.

Friedrich Nietzsche was annoyed: "Sure enough, he gave an order not to let you touch me. He is too bad! Damn devil!"

Afterwards, Arthur Rimbaud politely avoided Nietzsche, and Friedrich Nietzsche was like a bee around a flower, trying to find a breakthrough that could break through the defense line.

One is boring enough to be funny, and the other is boring enough to chase people.

They are kind of the same thing.

Arthur Rimbaud laughed, seeing that Friedrich Nietzsche was thinking hard, and then the other party untied his bow tie, and with a special technique flung it to his wrist, forming an exquisite knot.

Arthur Rimbaud's hand was seized.

Friedrich Nietzsche excitedly said: "Catch it!"

Arthur Rimbaud thought to himself: I let you and didn't pop your bow tie off.

Friedrich Nietzsche didn't care so much, he pulled the bow tie, causing the Assassin King sitting on the chair to stand up and fall to where he was.

"boom--"

A human-shaped hole appeared in the wall of the VIP room.

When Arthur Rimbaud fell into Nietzsche's arms, he brazenly activated his gravity ability and knocked him out!

The two smashed into other things along the way and fell into the deck. Friedrich Nietzsche rolled, and the members of the ship had no time to stop them. Friedrich Nietzsche and Arthur Rimbaud fell into the deck together. In the sea, it attracted some attention from the people on the shore.

"Grumble."

Splashes splashed on the surface of the sea, and a string of bubbles rose in the sea.

With the help of the sea water, Friedrich Nietzsche stroked Arthur Rimbaud's blond hair and cheeks through the sea water. The water flow gave both sides a feeling of touching or being touched to the skin.

Arthur Rimbaud had bright blue eyes.

[You found a way? 】

In Goethe's instructions, he was not allowed to have physical contact with Nietzsche, but Arthur Rimbaud was completely free to misinterpret it.

There is sea water "obstructing" between them.

This is something more substantial than air and power.

Friedrich Nietzsche was elated, his short hair was swaying on the bottom of the sea, he could see the surprise of the other party, his mouth opened and closed in the sea, and he said silent words: [There is absolutely nothing I can’t do! 】

The next second, Friedrich Nietzsche put on his gloves, covered Arthur Rimbaud's lips with a silk scarf, kissed him, and watched the expression changes of Arthur Rimbaud .

[If you move, I will play with you. I promise to have fun in the sea. 】

Arthur Rimbaud felt the temperature of the other's lips in the lightness and softness of the silk scarf, which was ambiguous and warm.

——In these years, there are really people who persevere and deliver it to their door.