Cos Verlaine's I crossed

The moonlight hangs high, as white as a jade plate.

There was a strong gust of wind on the sea, and most people on board fell asleep and felt a slight shaking. Only the Germans who were on watch at night and some sailors who turned upside down day and night were left walking around.

Arthur Rimbaud slept lightly in the first half of the night, consciously maintaining a state where he could wake up at any time.Knowing that he was sleeping in the arms of the devil, he did not show any abnormality, and with the superb acting skills of improvisation, he made a kiss with Goethe, who is also an "inhuman".

Nonsence!

Who is fellow with the devil? !

Arthur Rimbaud was not born in the era of the information explosion, and he has received the most traditional religious education.His full name is "Jean Nicolas Arthur Rimbaud", where "Jean" is his Christian name, which proves that he was baptized at birth.

He lived in such an era, although he didn't believe in God, and crazily claimed that "God is dead", it was just a kind of his resistance to the times, and he could never be with the devil.

No one with reason, ego, and sound thinking will approach the devil, who is the enemy of mankind.

[I'm not a magic dragon, you've got the wrong person. 】

[Even if it is Verlaine—he dares to recognize your relatives, I will sever ties with him as a peer who does not have this parallel time and space, because I don't want my mother to be ashamed for the child. 】

In the arms embraced by the black-haired man all night, Arthur Rimbaud slowly woke up and opened his eyes coldly.

No kidding.

Now is a great opportunity.

Arthur Rimbaud was close to Goethe's body, touching his skin. If he used the gravity ability, his burst of power could destroy the opponent's body in one fell swoop.Even if he doesn't know the special abilities of the devil, and loses his skin, he must not be able to use the identity of "Goethe" to occupy a high position.

Arthur Rimbaud thought about a lot of things, and he considered all the issues that he would not have considered in his youth.

but……

The body temperature of the devil turned out to be warm.

Not long ago, the devil took him to play in the sea, and he obeyed everything, which opened his eyes.In the past, his mother would not be so indulgent to him, his friends would not be so generous to him, and his ex-boyfriend would not put down his figure, stare at him dotingly, and let him go crazy just to make him happy.

This black-haired man is loving like an elder and tender like a lover.

The poet's perceptual thinking fluctuated, and Arthur Rimbaud was a little dazed for a moment. Isn't it too cruel to easily decide a person's "life and death" and lose empathy?

More than once, Arthur Rimbaud relied on not being controlled, and reached out to touch the vitals of the black-haired man, and the other party would always say——

"Don't be naughty."

Is this child's play?

Every time Arthur Rimbaud hooked the black-haired man's neck, or stroked the back of his heart, it was with malice.

He exulted in the other party's ignorance, confident that he could turn his face at any time.

What a devil.

So stupid, too trusting of myself.

If he was better than the devil, and could lie better than the devil, why would he hurt a foolish devil?For those Germans who have been bewitched by the devil all year round?

I heard that Schiller in Germany admired Goethe very much, which means that Mr. Devil has disguised himself well in recent years and is respected by people. If Mr. Devil caused chaos in the country because of his selfish desires, there must be a hero who was destined to appear and defeat the devil with the general trend.

Arthur Rimbaud turned his face sideways, and what he heard was Mr. Devil's heartbeat in sleep, the beating of life, which always brought a strange taste to Arthur Rimbaud.

Mr. Devil seems to be waking up?

"Paul?"

The German man with a deep voice was softly asking Arthur Rimbaud in his arms, which reminded people of the contents of the Koran.

【May my kindness be greater than my anger, and I will forgive rather than punish. 】

Arthur Rimbaud lamented: My parents, do you expect me to be such a foolish believer who does all the good?

[Your great Allah has not given me revelation. 】

【It's up to you to expel the devil. 】

Arthur Rimbaud stuck out his tongue, and he moved his hesitant hand on the black-haired man's shoulder, wrapping his arms around his neck.

He sat up halfway, the thin quilt slipped off his body, the "controlled" French beauty kissed Goethe on the cheek, looked at him with pure and unobstructed eyes, and said: "I can't sleep, I heard the wind blowing outside, I want to Go out and have a look."

Goethe asked: "Do you want me to accompany you?"

Arthur Rimbaud smiled lowly, scratching the black-haired man's heart like a feather, "No, Mr. Goethe will wait for me when I come back."

Goethe felt the other's arm retracted, and the smooth skin left warmth on the neck, and the wonderful body got out of the bed, and put on clothes in the rustling darkness.

The other party didn't put on the white suit he specially prepared, and his figure blended into the night, and simply went out.

"wind?"

Goethe murmured, not understanding the appeal of that.

He is a devil who works well, and when the time comes, he will rest to protect his health as a human being.

Suddenly, he listened to the wind outside and imagined the sea that changed dramatically between day and night, as if he understood that the Assassin King wanted to see the outside world—it was the unfettered sea.

Goethe fell into a half-awake, half-asleep laziness, his gaze swept across a corner of the room by the window, his eyelids drooped, waiting for the Assassin King to return.He doesn't need to watch the wind, he just needs to be the one who catches the wind, whether it's the storm or the sea, it's all his own.

Near the window in the room, there is a "black shadow" that ordinary people, even people with supernatural abilities, cannot see.

This smoky "black shadow" appeared with Goethe.

Nietzsche, Schiller and other German transcendents only know that the "black shadow" is Goethe's supernatural ability. It has a strange shape and obeys Goethe's orders. It is called "Faust".

"Faust" quietly watched everything at night, including Arthur Rimbaud's ulterior motives. "Faust" did not intend to remind Goethe, and watched the relationship between the two with cold eyes.

When Arthur Rimbaud gave up, there seemed to be a trace of regret on the empty face of "Faust".

[Another chance to kill the devil was lost. 】

Everyone who has the ability to deal with the devil often gives up his hostility in contact with the devil.Even Schiller, who was helped by the devil, believed that Goethe was under too much pressure from the war, and was struggling with how to treat his psychological problems of split personality.

The devil does not intend to harm Germany, but has been helping Germany.

Originated from the wish that human beings made to the devil.

【Mephisto, for Germany to win, I can give everything. 】

"Faust" couldn't help being sad, time and time again, he was bewitched by supernatural powers, stepped into the trap of trading, and finally was taken away by the supernatural powers that had been cultivated to the extreme.

Today, the devil is human, a better politician than himself, who can bear all the darkness for the German government.

[In that global power war, everyone went crazy. 】

[Only the devil wins. 】

……

It's a little cold outside, it seems to have entered autumn.

Arthur Rimbaud was blown by the sea breeze and calmed down. He missed the opportunity to kill Goethe and make the owner of Paul Verlaine's order forever unable to speak.

But... what does the matter of ruthless killing have to do with myself who dreams of traveling around the world?

Arthur Rimbaud didn't wear shoes, walked on tiptoe on the wet ground with his bare forefoot, his long blond hair swaying behind his back, he walked gracefully for a short time, then jumped up and walked towards Close to the place suitable for jumping into the sea.

- Soon to be free!

In the selected direction, Arthur Rimbaud's smile stagnated, and he met Friedrich Nietzsche who didn't sleep in the middle of the night.

Friedrich Nietzsche waved happily when he saw him.

"I have insomnia, and I came here to wait for you!"

"Are you going?"

Those two simple sentences were like thunder.

Arthur Rimbaud had an itchy hand and the urge to kill the opponent, how could such a thing be yelled out loud!

Friedrich Nietzsche admired Arthur Rimbaud's unkempt and free and easy appearance, and his smooth bare feet, dyed with sea water and moonlight, made him even more admirable: "You under the moonlight are more beautiful than you in the daytime." Be real."

"Do you think I'm going to stop you?"

"Come on, baby, I didn't let anyone approach this way, you are the one destined to step on the waves."

The Germans danced and cheered with the sea.

Arthur Rimbaud was astonished.

It seems that there are "surprises" again and again today?

Arthur Rimbaud's ready-to-go gravity lost a second chance to use it.He looked puzzled, ready to rush out of the line of defense desperately, and came to the edge of the sea.

Arthur Rimbaud was puzzled: "Why didn't you stop it?"

Friedrich Nietzsche chattered endlessly: "For Germany, I should stop you, and for Germany, I can't stop you, do you know? Baby, you have countless possibilities, and you are basically a nuclear bomb-level timed explosive. "

Arthur Rimbaud couldn't bear this kind of grievance, he kicked over, and became fierce: "Be careful, I won't leave!"

Friedrich Nietzsche laughed and surrendered.

"I was wrong, baby, you are not dangerous at all, you are the most beautiful person in the world."

"There are people in England who look better than me."

Arthur Rimbaud's ability to twist topics is first-rate.

"Baby, the British's aesthetics are too bad, let's not believe their vulgar and superficial vision." Friedrich Nietzsche transformed into a rose folded in a handkerchief.

A gust of wind blows, and the rose is deformed.

Friedrich Nietzsche stuffed it into his pocket decisively, put his hands on his hips, and calmly pretended that he didn't give it away.

"I just like people like you who embrace the dawn!"

Arthur Rimbaud stepped out of the edge with one foot, and when he heard "Embracing the Dawn", he stopped inexplicably.

[This world is too powerful. 】

[One or two people who can understand me appear. 】

[Why at the end of the nineteenth century, I traveled all over Europe and went to Africa, but I haven't met anyone who touched my soul for decades. Is my luck all used in the Wenye world? 】

The French beauty with blond hair and blue eyes looked back at Nietzsche.

"I really want to go?"

Arthur Rimbaud always has a heart looking forward to something, brave and fearless, never trapped by failure.

Friedrich Nietzsche seemed to know his unspoken desire, saying: "We are different, and you should not try to find common ground in me, baby, and never confide your pain to others, mediocre people can't understand you troubles, you are special, only people like us can understand."

"Baby, you're a dancer."

"I'm in charge of being the audience."

"Don't ever feel like you're an outlier. That's a group of people who can't hear the music and think you're crazy."

Friedrich Nietzsche was no longer as crazy as he was during the day, and his expression was as cold as if he had fallen into the abyss.

At this time, Arthur Rimbaud remembered that his eyes were rusty red, like the color of blood coagulation.

Friedrich Nietzsche said: "I am walking on the path prescribed for me by fate. Although I don't want to walk on this path, I will let myself go on with a smile. You have your way, I have mine way, and as for the proper way, the right way, and the only way, there is no such way."

Speaking of this, Nietzsche is still happy, explaining the essence of his life with a smile: "Baby, you are a landscape in my life, I will turn the memory into photos and treasure it well."

"That's right..." Arthur Rimbaud understood Nietzsche's sincerity, "My landscape fascinates you for a moment at most?"

"Puff-"

Arthur Rimbaud pushes Nietzsche under the sea with a look of indifference that wants to make you feel good.

"It seems to be more beautiful."

Before leaving, he cleaned up Nietzsche again.

……