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France made peace with the Assassin King.

Paul Verlaine got the freedom he dreamed of.

Although he obtained this freedom forcibly eight years ago, he was not recognized by anyone as a traitor, and he dared not step into French territory.The assassin king walking outside has also turned into an ordinary person. When he integrates into the local life, he will always be asked where his hometown is, and every time he easily answers "I don't have a hometown".

At that time, he didn't understand the way those people looked at him, he just felt that these mortals were envious of his independence.

Lantang answered Paul Verlaine with his own life experience.

"Paul, people always envy what they don't have. It's human nature, but we really want everyone to give up everything to pursue freedom—"

"Not many people can do it."

"Those things that make you feel heavy, depressing, and occasionally fulfilling are the ties you have as a 'human'. They make your feet stand on the ground and make you a kite pulled by a string."

If Paul Verlaine is the kite, Lan Tang is the one holding the kite. He loves wholeheartedly and holds the kite tightly with his strong hands. He would rather die than let the other party lose control.

Paul Verlaine is like a person who is in the midst of blessings but does not know the blessings. He often behaves in the eyes of others and loses the watermelon.

In the past, he didn't have the chance to understand, and he didn't even receive Lan Tang's birthday wishes to him.Later, he kept traveling, kept looking for difficult assassination targets, and saw countless scenes of wives and children scattered and families broken up. He didn't like that kind of fragile family structure, and began to seek a strong and happy family. and his brothers.

The elder brother is strong, the younger brother is very cute. It seems to be a perfect traveling family, but Paul Verlaine always feels that something is missing.

"Friends, what am I missing?"

"understand."

Lan Tang did not lock Paul Verlaine in the apartment, and took him out from time to time to let the sun warm each other.

Lan Tang pointed to some families on the side of the road, and explained to them the feelings behind every action in detail. Human behavior and thoughts have multiple meanings.Paul Verlaine frowned and listened in, especially when he saw some parents refusing to buy things for their children and the children were crying, Paul Verlaine felt that he could buy whatever his brother wanted.

Lan Tang was speechless, took him away, and went to a luxury shopping mall.

Over there, the children of the wealthy and powerful families wore tens of thousands of francs in children's clothes and carried miniature handbags. They were exquisite and cute, like a microcosm of high society, often surrounded by maids or bodyguards.

Lan Tang walked up to a ten-year-old girl who was resting on a chair, and showed the bodyguard a piece of ID to prove that she was a member of the government.

He asked gently, "Miss, where are your parents?"

The girl from the French aristocratic family was not timid, looked at each other obediently, stood up and saluted, and did not show any aggressiveness: "Sir, hello, my father went abroad to spend the winter, and my mother went to a party."

Lan Tang asked: "My friend has a younger brother. He wants to send everything the other party likes to the other party, thinking that the other party will be happy."

The girl said firmly: "I will definitely be happy."

Lan Tang put forward another premise: "However, as much value as he gives, he will take away as many things from my brother, such as friends, pets, and worn-out toys. He doesn't like my brother playing with ordinary people."

Thinking of herself, the girl's innocent eyes dimmed.

"My father didn't allow me to make friends with other people either, he always said that he wanted me to make friends with people from the same family."

European aristocrats have much stricter requirements for their descendants than wealthy businessmen. They firmly believe in the nobility of their blood, but do not want to believe in the nobility of their souls.

Lan Tang led the topic: "Then do you like those who are equal?"

"Some like it, some don't like it, and hate it." The girl hasn't grown up yet, and bravely said her thoughts, "Sir, if you have a daughter in the future, please don't send her to the noble academy, the students there are not There are many, comparing family background every day, there are quite a lot of annoying ghosts."

Lan Tang was dumbfounded, he was destined not to have a daughter.

Paul Verlaine glanced at Lan Tang secretly, and also thought of this, when he was with his relatives and friends, the other party would be like no other.

If Lantang broke his promise and had children with other people, Paul Verlaine would definitely not be merciful, give them a happy ending, and then break with the French government in the most extreme way.

Lan Tang shuddered, suspected to be the sequelae of chills.

He bowed, not a nobleman but even better than a nobleman, and said to the girl: "Thank you very much for your answer, Miss. May I have the honor to ask Miss's name?"

The girl took advantage of the momentum she had learned from her parents and tutors, and said, "I am Maria von Howard."

The topic is over.

Lan Tang took Paul Verlaine to the mall, smiled and asked him what he thought, Paul Verlaine's expression was neither salty nor dull.

"Are you comparing me to those nobles who raise children?"

"The concept maintained by the nobles is the supremacy of blood, and the concept maintained by Paul is the order of the weak and the strong, and there is a reason in it - I hope they will protect themselves like myself and not fall down."

"It's different."

"Paul, you become a similar person when you stop your brother from finding a lover, and discipline your brother to your own liking."

"My relatives and friends mean that they want to fight with me?"

"Hey, I don't have this idea, Paul, if you use your power to decide other people's lives, the other person will complain."

Lan Tang turned into a tie shop, selected a tie for Paul Verlaine that matched him, and tied it by himself.

Until there was no shopping guide by his side, Paul Verlaine said after a while: "Forget about my brother, brother...he doesn't need to go to school, and he will follow me to learn the contents of the textbook by himself, so he won't encounter such a thing."

The second time Lan Tang heard "Brother don't care for now", the corners of his mouth twitched.

Paul discriminates between the strong and the weak.

Mr. Zhongye, if you don't work hard to become stronger, you have no right to speak with your brother, and even I can't say a word about Paul's brother.

"Your brother will have friends, what will you do then?"

"killed."

"What about your brother getting a girlfriend?"

"killed."

"If your brother's friend is a transcendent, and his girlfriend is also a transcendent, would you still have the idea of ​​killing them all?"

"It needs to be tested."

Paul Verlaine thought of his brother's other lover, Oscar Wilde.At that time he was not able to kill.

"Paul, the number of transcendents is very small. If you don't deliberately make friends with them, your brother can't meet them." Lan Tang forced himself to forget his tiredness. These are his early failures in education, and now there is still time to make up for it, "You understand What do I mean? After Chuya-kun's range of friends is limited by you, it is even narrower than the environment of the Noble Academy."

"How can you guarantee that Mr. Zhongye will like those people, instead of feeling suffocated and wanting to escape from that circle?"

"Even if it is you, you have transcendents you can't understand, and you can ignore my teacher by virtue of your identity as a traitor."

"You can run away, away from the annoying place, what about your brother?"

"Your brother—what about?"

"In the future, he will have to find the lover of the Transcendence, so that he will not be killed by you? Even if he hates it, he must endure it to accept the Transcendence?"

"That's not realistic, Paul."

"Look - in a world with so many people, you have the heart to let them only deal with dozens of people in the world?"

Instilled by Lan Tang's words, Paul Verlaine could no longer continue in the name of "for the good of his brother and brother".

Paul Verlaine went to see Paris in the peaceful era, which is regarded as the capital of romance abroad.

All is prosperous.

There is no atmosphere of anxiety and panic.

A sentence slowly uttered from the heart of Paul Verlaine, the "No. 12 of Black" in the former laboratory: "I can only need them and protect them, why can't they... only need me."

Lan Tang said: "Because their experiences are different, and what they want most is also different. They are not you in the mirror."

Lan Tang took his hand: "After thinking about this, go see Rimbaud again."

Paul Verlaine felt a rough tick in his heart.

It was uncomfortable, and I had to think about what my relatives and friends had said.

"Friends and relatives, you have no brothers, so what you said has no basis." Paul Verlaine argued against the other party, and Lan Tang said frankly, "All those who have shed blood for France with me are my brothers."

Paul Verlaine: "..."

Patriotism, tsk, shitty stuff.

Lantang kissed Paul Verlaine on the cheek, but Paul Verlaine avoided it, like a young lover having a temper on the streets of Paris.

It's just that both parties in the couple are rare characters.

afterwards.

Lan Tang failed to look at the other party in the blink of an eye.

Paris is neither big nor small, and it is always easy to meet acquaintances in places where you can go shopping. When Paul Verlaine saw his brother, he put aside the knowledge he had been educated, threw off Lantang's hand, and rushed in front of Arthur Rimbaud.

What?who?oh.

It was that cold-blooded Paul Verlaine.

Arthur Rimbaud raised his eyelids, ignoring his blond brother in the black hat, and went around to visit Paris by another road.

Julian didn't have time to accompany him during the day, so he recommended him to find a guide on the road. The reason was—as long as you open your mouth, a guide will immediately recommend himself. No one can refuse such a "date".

However, before finding a suitable guide, Arthur Rimbaud was blocked at the intersection by Paul Verlaine.

"elder brother!"

"..."

It seems that brothers who are traveling with big stars meet each other, and their looks are amazing.

Paul Verlaine and Arthur Lambo have the same face, but different styles, exuding charms that are fatally attractive, allowing foreign tourists to see for the first time the rare French twins in the same frame showing their true faces.

France has father and son double transcendent, Alexandre Dumas and Dumas fils.

For the first time, there are brothers and double transcendents.

Let alone foreign tourists, the eyes of the French could hardly hide their astonishment. They stopped and looked at them with admiring eyes.

Paul Verlaine's demeanor was exquisite.

Arthur Rimbaud is chic and casual, showing another kind of nobility.

The French feel that a family that can raise such brothers must be powerful, but they don't know that neither brother has received higher education.

They crawled out of the muddy bottom - tenaciously growing on their own.

One is crooked.

One Nagano too.

"Give way." Arthur Rimbaud patted away the opponent's blocking hand, and Paul Verlaine's joy disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Brother, I know I was wrong." Paul Verlaine apologized in a good voice and softened once, "I behaved badly last time. My relatives and friends have educated me. There are not so many strong people in this world, so I understand that I can't For limiting the scope of your friends, just forgive me once."

"??" Arthur Rimbaud heard the other party express his true feelings, and felt that Paul Verlaine was not like that kind of person.

Arthur Rimbaud went to see Lan Tang who was following behind, and asked silently: [Is this because you have succeeded in education? 】

Lan Tang smiled awkwardly but politely.

He doesn't know whether the education will be successful or not. After all, it depends on what he does in the future. Paul's learning speed is quite fast.

Arthur Rimbaud said, "Are you not going to target the Phantom?"

Paul Verlaine already regarded the Phantom as a dead person, so naturally it didn't matter, and he said it very sweetly: "The Phantom is not as important as my brother. For my brother, I can tolerate the appearance of those people my brother likes."

Arthur Rimbaud looked suspiciously for 1 minute.

"Endure? You're making yourself pitiful." Arthur Rimbaud sneered, "What did you do long ago, and now I know I've regretted it. It's too late for me to tell you. I don't have a brother who kills innocent people indiscriminately."

Paul Verlaine grabbed his sleeve and said softly, "Give me a chance, and I can prove that I won't kill people indiscriminately anymore."

This kind of assassination king has never been seen before.

The people in the French government monitoring Paul Verlaine were all stunned, and before Lan Tang's eyes swept over, they quickly lowered their heads to cover themselves in the crowd.

Arthur Rimbaud said: "Are you sure?"

In order to win back his brother, Paul Verlaine said, "Yes."

Arthur Rimbaud wanted to soften his heart, but he remembered the tragedy of the Phantom, which was a rare psychological shadow in Arthur Rimbaud's life.

Arthur Rimbaud is not a flower in a greenhouse. He has seen wars and participated in the Paris Commune revolution. He knows the world under turmoil and has experienced darkness, but this darkness is far from enough to be compared to the assassin king.

Taking a deep breath, Arthur Rimbaud made a humanitarian request: "Apologize to the Phantom, get forgiveness from the Phantom, can you do it?"

"..." Paul Verlaine remained expressionless.

"..." It's over.Lan Tang covered his face and thought.

"Is there any problem?" Arthur Rimbaud looked at the Assassin King coldly.

"He is not worthy," said Paul Verlaine.

"If you can't do it, get lost! I don't want to see your face!" Arthur Rimbaud pulled Paul Verlaine's hand away, preventing him from touching his clothes, feeling that the murderer's hands were extremely dirty .

Abandoned on the spot, Paul Verlaine pursed his lips, his face was unsightly, and he turned his head and got angry at Lan Tang.

"The Phantom is still alive!"

"This is what you said that France will never help the Phantom?!"

With Phantom's injury, he must be treated by a supernatural doctor within a day, and conventional medical methods cannot save his life at all.

Lan Tang was not afraid of Paul's anger: "I promise I kept my promise."

In the next sentence, Lan Tang said calmly: "Your brother didn't bring the phantom to France, Paul, you underestimated his interpersonal relationship abroad. In order to reduce the conflicts that broke out when you met, I didn't tell you before."

Paul Verlaine's expression changed.

If it's not France, then it's the country of passage - Japan!

There was such a brilliant supernatural doctor in that small country in the Far East, and he was known by his brother, who immediately settled the seriously injured Phantom.

"As expected of a brother." Paul Verlaine suddenly stopped being angry, and Lan Tang couldn't help laughing at that heavily controlling attitude.

Paul Verlaine noticed that Lantang was laughing.

what's so funny?

Lan Tang smiled slightly: "I'm glad that Paul is willing to change himself."

Paul Verlaine replied: "It was a lie to him."

Lan Tang said: "It's not easy for you to have such a heart. When you see him, you can relax a little. Your brother is waiting for you to repent in Paris."

Paul Verlaine speechless, apologizing to The Phantom?Get forgiven?

"I can't do it..."

"Well, I know you can't do it, let's find a way together, your brother must care most about you, not Phantom..."

Seeing the crowd watching, Lan Tang retreated quickly with Paul Verlaine.On the way back, he coaxed Paul Verlaine not to think about the Phantom, and keeping the Phantom's life was the key to the reconciliation of the two brothers.

Paul Verlaine whispered: "Do you really want to keep the Phantom alive?"

Lan Tang nodded.

Paul Verlaine was awkward, he lost the pleasure of killing people willingly, and the consequence of recognizing relatives is to pay attention to their relatives' preferences.

Say, for example, that your brother hates you for killing people.

For another example, your younger brother usually takes your elder brother's position.

In the evening, Charles Baudelaire gave Lantang an idea on the phone regarding Paul Verlaine's three views: "Verlaine lacks opportunities to get along with ordinary people, let Verlaine go to school, and you are in charge of supervision, and the school cannot Killing people, after one semester, he will know how to restrain himself."

Leaning on Lan Tang's shoulder, Paul Verlaine felt that Baudelaire was too vicious, but Lan Tang kept agreeing with the teacher's words: "This suggestion is very good, I will discuss it with Paul, does the teacher have any other suggestions... ..."

【I do not accept. 】

Paul Verlaine protested.

He no longer has the concept of going to school, and he also knows that the 27-year-old has basically graduated, and it is impossible to stay in school!

Japan and the Central Plains were not aware of the situation of the two older brothers. After Phantom helped save people and used superpowers to expose the malice of those companions in the past, he completely gave up and stopped caring about the "sheep" people.

Out of herd mentality, Nakahara Chuya got closer to Phantom, so he worked as a temporary employee in the Armed Detective Agency.

The British international mail arrived in Yokohama, and Phantom received a reply.

A senior British opera singer replied to him: [Don't worry, life is full of absurd dramas.The person you like doesn't like you, but the person who likes you, you don't like him. Thinking about it this way, isn't it happier? 】

Phantom clenched her pen, but it was not like this. If Rimbaud revealed all the conditions, he would definitely not be able to refuse such a show of love.

Is too stupid and superficial.

Whom he rejected was inferior to Maupassant?

Phantom's heart is riddled with holes, and she finds that there is something on the back of the letter.

[If love is mixed with comparisons and calculations, then it is not true love, go find your next love, Phantom. 】

After being unraveled, Phantom felt relieved in her corner.

--I see.

The British opera singer who wrote this letter got up from the table, no longer worried about the new script, he came to the window of the Royal Opera House in London, thinking about foreign affairs to the pedestrians outside.

Through the phantom he made friends with, William Shakespeare guessed the situation in France, the contradiction between the two brothers, the assassin king and his brother.

Phantom got acquainted with the brother of the Assassin King, and was pursued by the other party. However, she mistakenly regarded the stars in the sky as cheap lights, and had a grudge against Maupassant. The more she wanted to find a lover who surpassed Maupassant, the less she could find.

William Shakespeare smiled and broke off a rose in a vase.

"True love has no smooth path."

"These words are also addressed to Charles Baudelaire."

……

The French are always a lot of fun, especially their loveflowers.

It always blooms gorgeously and withers beautifully.

……

Arthur Rimbaud knew that the mind is a fragile thing, and it needs rest before it can embark on the journey again and burst into vitality.

He was tired of love, so he chose the way of not loving.

Living with a male prostitute, this is a life that Arthur Rimbaud has never experienced.

Every time Julian came home, Arthur Rimbaud could see a man with more enthusiasm and hope for life than himself.

The other's eccentricity becomes a kind of fun.

Who can say no to a live-in partner who likes to strip naked and put on a muscular physique?At the same time, this cohabitant's technique is extraordinary, and he is willing to try any position, but he just wants to be stronger.

"Julian, you must have been reincarnated as a witch in your previous life!"

It will seduce people like this, and those who want to be dissatisfied must be demon attributes!

Arthur Rimbaud had sex with the other party several times, full of enthusiasm, and no longer disliked Julian for being too old, not as young as a young man.Julian gradually got used to it and couldn't stop it. He even said to Arthur Rimbaud: "If I'm asked to serve female customers again, I might be bored."

Arthur Rimbaud laughed heartily, and Julian felt relieved after seeing him for a long time, and was willing to please him.

Such a smile is really beautiful.

Julian turned to ask the other party, subtly flattering him: "Mr. Rimbaud, when did you like the same sex and found such happiness?"

Arthur Rimbaud was pressing on Julian with tenderness in his eyes.

"When I was 17 years old, I met a person who appreciated my talent. Even my family couldn't understand what I was thinking, but he saw my soul and understood...my pursuit .”

"Has Monsieur Rimbaud ever loved him?"

"Loved."

"Were you not together in the end?"

"He already has a wife and children, and he is reluctant to give up his family."

The ending of Arthur Rimbaud and the poet Verlaine is nothing more than this. The saddest thing is that the poet Verlaine's wife and children are separated, and neither one is obtained.

"It's a pity." Julian said with relief, "That man didn't cherish Mr. Rimbaud and chose an ordinary family."

Arthur Rimbaud smiled narrowly and did not tell the truth.

It's the fate of the poet Verlaine to have nothing but poverty.

Arthur Rimbaud had told so many little secrets in bed that he demanded something from Julian in exchange.Of course, Julian knew what the other party was concerned about, and said, "I was beaten since I was a child, and I liked to steal. As time passed, I was not afraid of being beaten, and I regarded beatings as the price of...crime."

Julian said embarrassedly: "Do you hate me?"

As soon as Arthur Rimbaud heard it, he knew that Julian's background was not good, and that a person like this would easily fall down if given a chance.

"Does Julian still like to steal?"

"I like it, but I learned restraint when I grew up."

Julian did not deny his childhood addiction, and slyly justified his hobbies, Arthur Rimbaud said: "It's a pity that I have nothing in me that is worth stealing."

Julian was surprised.

Arthur Rimbaud said in his ear: "What are you afraid of? I have also stolen, not to mention that Julian has become a kind person in the neighborhood."

Julian got up unnaturally, and Arthur Rimbaud imitated it mischievously.

"The neighbor's grandfather and some children said that there lived an amiable male resident here, who not only helped people repair clocks and watches, but also provided legal advice to immigrants to stop the violent law enforcement by the police..."

"Julian is a good man who has changed himself."

When a lowly male prostitute puts on clothes, he is not a handsome gentleman.

Arthur Rimbaud saw the essence of Julian at a glance.

Julian should have been trembling with fear. People in this industry don't like to be exposed, but he smiled charmingly and obscenely, using such an appearance to cover up his inner surprise.

"Mr. Rimbaud, do you want to play together? I'll introduce you to the club, and you will definitely become the next number one to catch up with me."

"...No, I only sell myself to one kind of person."

"who?"

"The one who gave me a break."

In the process of chasing the distance, the man who restrained the wind thanked the good man who opened his home and entertained the travelers.

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