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"That's what happened. Paul's brother was very angry. I was worried that he would kill him and return to Paris soon..."

The bloody scolded Lan Tang and Paul Verlaine left their hometown. Hearing that the Assassin King had been reported several times, Lan Tang was not surprised at all, and dryly told Mr. Baudelaire about his experience.

"Let me ask you, for the sake of the French government and people, and for the wish of assassinating the king, what considerations did you have in rejecting the two brothers?"

Charles Baudelaire didn't smile, he was serious, he was a decent man, and he didn't laugh his belly out at work.

"Teacher..." Lan Tang was a little sad, accusing the other party of using public equipment for private use, and finding a reasonable excuse for gossip.

"Tell me, I want to hear your thoughts." Charles Baudelaire pretended to be thirsty and took a sip of black tea. Out of the corner of his eyes, he glanced at Paul Baudelaire who was standing by the window and staring at the Paris Commune. Verlaine.

The glass under the sun reflects Paul Verlaine's face, his blue eyes are like the quiet sea under the night sky, no one can imagine how wild his heart is.

Verlaine wants the three of them together?

How come I have never encountered such a great thing.

Never greedy for Paul Verlaine, but Charles Baudelaire, who was very interested in bed brothers, regretted it.

"I am devoted to Paul. Even if there is no romantic relationship, I will take care of his brother. Paul thinks so. It is not because he loves me so much. He thinks that I will listen to him now and be obedient to him. He hopes to use I'll take care of his brother."

Lan Tang revealed the facts without shame. Paul Verlaine turned his head and glanced at the master and apprentice when he heard it. The tail of his long golden hair swept over his neck, and his snow-white skin was almost luminous. "Friends and relatives, it's you who are useless."

Lan Tang said angrily: "Your relatives and friends are not tool people."

Paul Verlaine continued to look out the window and said, "I gave you a chance, as long as you can get your brother to agree, you will be the happiest Frenchman."

Lan Tang felt that the sky was falling apart: "What has he learned abroad these years! Teacher, his cognition is completely distorted!"

"Well, you have to work hard to teach him to be kind and righteous." Charles Baudelaire was very perfunctory, and the corners of his mouth could not be suppressed.

Attil, any Frenchman would agree to this matter. Whether it will be successful or not is another matter. You are too un-French.

"Friends and relatives, go down for a while." Paul Verlaine intervened in the master-student conversation, Lan Tang was puzzled, and walked to Paul to look outside.

Lan Tang's face turned livid: "Why me?"

Paul Verlaine said: "You say you love me, you should show it."

Lan Tang strives: "Love is not about finding someone to take the place of the dead ghost."

Paul Verlaine lowered his eyes and said slowly: "Let me put it in a nice way. You promised to protect me. Please keep your promise."

Lan Tang: "..."

Charles Baudelaire was surprised by the quarrel between the two, and then answered a phone call to find out who had come to the Paris Commune.

—Paul Verlaine's brother is here.

Arthur Rimbaud didn't know where Verlaine was, but he could go to the Paris Commune and ask to see the King of Assassins in the name of the victim.

The elder brother who avoided his younger brother after coming to France asked to see him for the first time.

The younger brother backed down instead.

In the office hall on the first floor of the Paris Commune, government officials and people with supernatural powers all saw Arthur Rimbaud sitting there like a fierce god.

The suit staff of the Paris Commune bit the bullet to receive each other.

"Sir, the content of your report has been registered, and it involves an internationally wanted criminal. We are verifying it as soon as possible..."

"When will he be arrested!"

Arthur Rimbaud did not listen to false courtesies.

The clerk in the suit was vague, and Arthur Rimbaud was furious: "If you can't be arrested, please provide the address, and I will arrest them myself!"

The clerk in the suit hesitated to agree to come down.

You are the big brother, the elder brother of the Assassin King, we have to wait for the notification from above.

It can be said that Arthur Rimbaud's appearance aroused the curiosity of the entire Paris Commune. I don't know how many people made an excuse to sneak around the office hall and watched the blond-haired and fair-skinned Arthur Rimbaud.Originally, the information on the assassination of Wang Youge's brother was a secret, and the insiders were nothing more than high-level government officials. Now it was made public, and Arthur Rimbaud was furious to justify himself.

He is Arthur Rimbaud, a free and innocent traveler, not an assassin king!Disdain to collude with criminals!

The clerk in the suit was defeated and invited his boss, who was also sweating profusely, unable to cope with Arthur Rimbaud who was obsessed with righteousness and evidence. There were threatening text messages in Arthur Rimbaud's cell phone!

Layer by layer, all the senior staff of the Paris Commune who were qualified to receive him came here. Those people closed their eyes in pain, remembering that the assassination king had walked into the Paris Commune this morning.

How to catch?

The Assassin King himself is here!

Once a fight breaks out, the entire building will definitely not be able to be saved, and if a large-scale "disaster" occurs in the center of Paris, citizens will definitely come to surround and protest.

In the end, Lan Tang came late, filled with various drafts in his heart, and rescued the staff who were under heavy pressure.

Arthur Rimbaud was sitting in the waiting area, holding a paper cup in his hand. He changed countless cups of hot water from hot to cold, which made him extremely resentful.

Lan Tang said, "Ranbo, let's go upstairs to talk..."

Arthur Rimbaud would not listen: "Let him out!"

Instead of Paul who did something wrong, Lan Tang said in a low voice: "This is the business hall, it's not very convenient, people come and go..."

Arthur Rimbaud's gravity ability enveloped Lantang, exerting all-round pressure little by little.Lan Tang's body was oppressed by the external force, and his breathing was only slightly disturbed. He stabilized the center of gravity of his feet, and persuaded him kindly: "You can't deal with him this way. He knows that he has angered you, so he will definitely not come down."

Lan Tang's expression did not reveal the pressure he was under, and the floor tiles under his feet cracked.

"Are you helping him like this?" Arthur Rimbaud's eyes were like a knife, and he wanted to help the tyrant Lan Tang Ling Chi, "I want to see how long you can help him? Every time he goes to the toilet, you also Do you want to help wipe your ass?!"

Lan Tang was scolded again, and he caught up to take the blame.

The office hall of the Paris Commune was constantly being evacuated, and the staff suspended the service window and put up a sign, showing a strong sense of crisis.

"Good day! Attil!"

When the atmosphere was tense, a lively figure coming in from the outside improved the heart rate of the scene and distracted Lan Tang and Arthur Rimbaud.The other party noticed something was wrong with the Paris Commune, and joked: "Is this going to be a holiday? Everyone looks like they are going to get off work?"

With an elf-like slender figure and beauty, the young man with long pink hair does not have that isolated alienation from the world, so he can be called approachable.

The per capita appearance of the French surpassers is above 80 points.

There are endless beauties, and Lan Tang, who is outstanding in the outside world, is relatively ordinary.

Lantang felt troubled and didn't want to involve another transcendent, but he was surprised to notice that Paul's brother's anger had dropped a little.

Arthur Rimbaud frowned: "Who is this man?"

Lan Tang replied, "Guy Maupassant."

Arthur Rimbaud heard the name, looked away, and became disgusted. Among them, the phantom is the main credit, and the person who wants revenge from the phantom is Maupassant.

Not wanting to stay with the playboy, Arthur Rimbaud got up, and Lan Tang hurriedly showed him the way, and had no time to entertain Maupassant.

Guy Maupassant had a puzzled look on his face, why was he hated by others? Back then, Verlaine shook his face when he didn't even meet him.

After a while, Lan Tang quickly went downstairs to entertain Guy Maupassant, and said urgently, "Guy, I'm glad to see you today, thank you for helping me out, and I want to ask you to do us a favor."

Guy Maupassant is helpful: "Say! I will help you!"

Lan Tang's worried look faded away, and he whispered something in Guy Maupassant's ear.Guy Maupassant hesitated, but he boasted, and he reluctantly agreed because of the relationship between the two teachers.

"Okay... Just this time, you have to report to Mr. Baudelaire, next time I won't just agree..."

"Thank you, Guy."

Lantang's request is to let him lock the two brothers with supernatural powers.

Guy Maupassant, one of the French transcendents, studied under Gustave Flaubert, and the special ability "Suet Ball" is a rare auxiliary special ability. harm.

If Verlaine and Rimbaud fight, let Maupassant defuse the damage and at the same time sense the situation of the two brothers getting along indoors.

While Guy Maupassant activated his supernatural powers and locked on to the target, he teased Lan Tang: "You are too kind to them."

For the harmony between the two brothers, Lan Tang was heartbroken.

Guy Maupassant snickered: "The person I saw just now is Verlaine's elder brother. Do you think the elder brother is prettier or the younger brother?"

Lan Tang looked at the old lewd critic calmly.

Guy Maupassant was elated: "I think Verlaine's brother is more interesting. I heard that he stayed in the red-light district for a while. I went to look for him, but I never met him."

Lan Tang endured.

Guy Maupassant was still at Barbara.

Lan Tang said: "Gu Yi, do you remember Phantom?"

Guy Maupassant's smiling face collapsed, Mr. Flaubert told him about the content of the meeting, and the information about his relationship with the Phantom was reported.

"Who didn't miss the time." Guy Maupassant muttered, "I thought the appearance behind the phantom mask was ordinary at most. After I took off his mask, I found that I had been fooled."

Seeing the true face of the Phantom, Guy Maupassant immediately repented and became a scumbag once.

Lan Tang said: "So, do you understand why Paul's brother hated you when they first met?"

Guy Maupassant felt guilty, probably because the Phantom scolded him.

On second thought, Guy Maupassant was greatly puzzled.

"Hasn't Phantom ever scolded your teacher?"

"??"

Lan Tang returned only a short time ago, and he has never heard of any related deeds.

"Come, let me tell you about the achievements of the teacher." Guy Maupassant boldly shared the love history of the Phantom at the headquarters of the Paris Commune.

The staff of the Paris Commune covered their ears and fled quickly, not daring to hear.

They are not afraid of the phantom, what they are afraid of is the targets of the phantom!

All of them are bosses!

After listening to the love history, Lantang's three views were refreshed again: "Phantom chased Dumas, Dumas fils intervened, Phantom and Dumas failed together, fell in love with Romain Rolland, and then met Zola, mistakenly thought that each other He is a big star in France, and he wrote songs for him... In the end, he blindly fell in love with Mr. Baudelaire... and lost a lot of property..."

Phantom is really powerful, using talent to cross classes, normal people can't know so many transcendents!

As a result, Phantom fell into a vicious circle of repeated pursuits and failures.

It is normal for French transcenders to flirt but not marry, half-hearted. As far as Lan Tang knows, none of these people don't care about face!

"what!"

Guy Maupassant suddenly touched his face abnormally.

Lan Tang became nervous, and quickly asked: "What's wrong? Was Paul beaten in the face? Did Paul fight back? Was Paul's brother injured?"

"Don't worry."

Guy Maupassant deliberately frightened Lan Tangwan, and said with a smile: "There was no fight, Verlaine was splashed with water."

"First cup."

"The second cup."

"Third glass - wow, this didn't even fight?!"

Guy Maupassant exclaimed, Paul Verlaine is not like an easy-going person, this is too bearable!

Indoors, in a private room, Paul Verlaine came to see his brother slowly, and Arthur Rimbaud, who hadn't slept well all night, was so angry that he splashed his glass of water on his brother's face.

Paul Verlaine did not hide, and calmly accepted the wash water.

"Brother, you are so angry that it is useless to report me. The French government agrees with me to stay here, and it is a fact that you liked my relatives and friends."

"Shut up! Pour me another glass of water!"

"Give."

The second glass of water came.

Arthur Rimbaud poured water on Paul Verlaine's head again, only to feel that the other's brain was full of waste water!

Paul Verlaine quickly took off his black hat this time, and put it behind his back, his hair was dripping with water, and his face was quite innocent.

He finally saw his brother, and his brother was so excited.

Paul Verlaine said: "Brother, relatives and friends are really good, suitable for us, if you can find a man who is stronger than my relatives and friends, and has a cleaner body, I will pretend that I have not said that, and - the black hat is Lan Tang gave me a birthday present, don't pour water on it."

Arthur Rimbaud frowned: "Are you a pig brain?! Lan Tang loves you so much, such love is so precious, how can you give him up so easily!"

Paul Verlaine emphasized: "It is to share, not to want."

Arthur Rimbaud was about to lose his temper, but Paul Verlaine brought him a glass of water, as if he had found a way to make his brother stay.

Arthur Rimbaud was even more desperate to see him put up with it.

After one night, he was not at the peak of his anger, and he couldn't fight anymore.

idiot!wood!

In this world, only relatives have the reason to teach Paul Verlaine a lesson without encountering revenge from the other party.

He didn't want to admit that he had such a poor and hateful brother.

Stupid Verlaine!

Arthur Rimbaud pulled the black hat that Paul Verlaine hid behind him, and imbued it with gravity, like catching a pet flying saucer, smashing the glass, flying it out of the window, and throwing it several kilometers away.

"Brother, the person I love the most is you. You are my body and my soul. We have the same blood flowing through our bodies. No matter what you do, I will never be angry with you." Paul Verlaine was helpless After a quick glance at Rimbaud, and a brief statement of his sincerity, he ran out to find the important black hat, so as not to leave an eyesore.

Arthur Rimbaud poured himself a glass of water and poured it down his throat, "I'm so pissed off, so pissed off——!"

Who cares about your sincerity!

Have the same blood, nor see you understand human nature!

Arthur Rimbaud sank down on a chair in the room, alone, and wept, covering his face.

"Whoever raises is responsible, what do I do! I didn't create you!"

you are so bad!

Why not just go bad!

In this world, it is impossible for parents to teach you again, you trust Lan Tang, you go back to France, I have prepared a road for you that will not be lonely, just go honestly!I don't need your company!

……

—It's all the fault of the Faun and the French government!