Started with a green hat for Verlaine

In the salon party, transcendents are waiting to watch the fun.

They were either friends who met Arthur Rimbaud by chance, or colleagues who admired Arthur Rimbaud. Popular science once again Rimbaud's deeds: France's youngest transcendent, Paul Verlaine's partner.

Others were still stumbling and growing when they were 17 years old, but Arthur Rimbaud defeated countless powerful people with supernatural abilities, and evolved their supernatural abilities to the level of a transcendent in one fell swoop.

Mallarmé went to the garden and called Verlaine.

While waiting, Alexandre Dumas said, "Charles, don't be too harsh."

Charles Pierre Baudelaire glanced at the other party with his frightening eyes, and even a slight movement made him look like an arrogant and willful French nobleman.

In terms of spending money like water, even the old-school nobles are not as good as him.

"You have a good son, so naturally you don't care."

"Is Charles jealous? Haha, you can have a baby with your lover too."

The flamboyant Dumas was proud, he generously stretched out his arms to embrace the son sitting beside him, Dumas the younger curled his lips, and his face turned red when he heard his father's praise.

" Dumas fils is the work I am most proud of in my life!"

Both father and son are transcendent!

This must be the most enviable family in the French paranormal circles.

Almost none of the French transcenders are ascetics. They are all beautiful and unparalleled. They have many lovers, but almost no illegitimate or legitimate children.

Paul Verlaine came after half an hour.

Bearing the mocking gazes of his colleagues, the silver-haired young man walked up to the black-haired Baudelaire, without carefully looking at the other's face, he saw some shadows of Rimbaud from Baudelaire.To be precise, Rimbaud learned many bad habits from Baudelaire.

He spends money recklessly, doesn't care about his family, likes to travel, and pursues a bohemian life.

The two masters and apprentices don't have much time to contact each other, so they hit it off unexpectedly.

"Monsieur Baudelaire."

Verlaine sat next to Baudelaire's sofa, with a light smile on his face, and brought him a glass of wine as a show of respect, as if he wasn't the one who detoured Baudelaire.

Baudelaire changed his aggressive attitude, grabbed Verlaine's hand, and held it before his eyes.

He caressed the ring surface on the middle finger of the other party.

"Have a drink with me for a while."

Turning his head, Baudelaire said in a reserved tone: "You should go, don't disturb my long-lost meeting with Verlaine, especially you—" He looked at another "Paul" in the salon party, whose name was France is too popular, "Every time I see you, Verlaine refuses to be called by your name."

Snickers sounded at the scene, and Jean-Paul Sartre, who was named, shrugged: "I am also very helpless. I heard that 'Jean' was Rimbaud's Christian name when he was a child. I kept the two transcendents away at once. I."

Paul Verlaine looked indifferent and did not respond to this person.

The people in the salon left one after another. Ma Ma Lamei went to see off the guests, and when he came back, he saw the two people in the living room who had suddenly dropped to freezing point, and shivered abruptly.

"Mr. Baudelaire, you and Verlaine..."

"Go upstairs, don't obstruct my eyes downstairs!" The sneer at the corner of Baudelaire's mouth made the French superpowers sweat. "I want to have a good chat with Attil's partner."

Paul Verlaine was indifferent, smiling like a male companion.

Stefan Mallarme suddenly regretted it a little.

Does bringing these two people together solves one problem, or adds more?

As a last resort, Mallarme, unable to offend Baudelaire, went upstairs and ordered the maid to leave the matter downstairs for the time being, and go to the study to read in peace.

Paul Verlaine said casually: "Mallarmé is still the same, too cowardly to say a word."

People with concerns and families are so honest, afraid that their lives will be messed up.

Baudelaire ignored his comments, and stared intently at Verlaine and the ring on Verlaine's hand, "Your way of making people uncomfortable is really ingenious, instead of wearing the ring that Attil gave you, you are wearing the ring that you are fooling around from somewhere. The ring you got?"

Verlaine was distressed, and he pulled out his grasped hand, with five fingers spread out, wearing a fashionable ring.

"Actually, it's just a random decoration, what do you mind?"

"Rimbaud wouldn't mind."

Verlaine has short hair and a handsome and youthful face, just like the same appearance a few years ago.He doesn't have the long hair favored by French supernatural beings. His silver hair is like frost hanging upside down, and the roots are silvery. No one will know what Verlaine, who always loves to laugh, is thinking and why he can smile.

"I've said it before. I'm very sorry for the death of my relatives and friends. It's impossible for me to be indulging in grief for the rest of my life. Why do you hold on to the fact that I failed in the mission and didn't save my relatives and friends?"

Baudelaire's eyes are swaying, like the swaying Paris, the pearl of the night.

"I thought he was going to catch you... the flower of evil."

Verlaine's expression froze.

Flower of Evil?

What does it mean to call him such a bad word...

Baudelaire said deeply: "It's a pity."

France seems to have many transcendents, but they are not as good as Britain. He accepted Arthur Rimbaud, who has the potential to surpass, as a student, and arranged a smooth path for the other side.Originally, the chance to partner with the French "man-made god" Paul Verlaine was not available to the 16-year-old Arthur Rimbaud. It is a kind of overlap in ability and a waste of resources to partner with two people with different space abilities.

It was he who was optimistic about the future of Paul Verlaine, and used his connections to seize this opportunity. With the assistance of Paul Verlaine's supernatural power "Parallel Set", Arthur Rimbaud's safety factor during the mission would increase. The two of them It can also cultivate the tacit understanding and feelings of partners.

Who knew that the war had not yet ended, and something happened to the students who stole information abroad.

The "artificial god" created by France with a lot of painstaking efforts is after all a selfish ghost different from human beings, who saved himself and gave up his partner who had shared life and death for three years.

Baudelaire has been investigating Verlaine for several years, secretly went to Japan once, saw the address of the explosion in the Yokohama Concession, and confirmed that his students were all dead.Until recently, when he saw that Verlaine had a little nostalgia for Attil, he felt ironic, "If you bring back any of his relics, I won't be so angry. You left him in that country completely."

"You let the transcendent of our country die in a foreign land."

"Death without a name."

"That must be such a lonely thing."

His students liked the lively world and the warm summer, but they died in the spring in a remote place. They never saw the day when the war ended after the midsummer.

"Paul Verlaine."

"Because of your dereliction of duty, you caused France to suffer losses in the power war."

"As one of the leaders of the Paris Commune, I expel you from Paris and out of my sight!"

The calm Verlaine finally had his calm surface broken, as if a big stone had been thrown into his heart, and he was expelled from Paris?He said in disbelief: "Why do you say it was my negligence! Just because I came back alive?!"

"That's right." Baudelaire said indifferently, "If you die, France can collect the power in your body and create a transcendent."

"What does the death of a natural transcendent mean? You don't know that this world is so cruel. His life is more valuable than yours and has higher growth potential."

"What are you angry about?"

Baudelaire laughed, his hoarse laughter was the wizard's curse, "When you chose to betray Attil, was he ever so angry?"

Verlaine's pupils flickered to hide his palpitations, and he stood up, not bothering to accompany this old guy to pretend to be deaf and dumb, "You were the one who was optimistic about me at the beginning, and you are the one who has prejudice against me now. The order you issued is right. I am invalid, I am a man of the French government, not just of the Paris Commune."

Before Verlaine was about to leave, Baudelaire said quietly behind his back: "I wish you were the one who betrayed France, not Verne, so that I could kill you with my own hands, but unfortunately, you don't have the guts , You have no belief in peace in your heart."

"The French government created a heartless and heartless monster, and that monster is you, not human, not really a god, you are somewhere in between, you are nothing."

"The moment you abandon my student, you abandon your precious humanity."

"What a pity, what a pity."

"Under that beautiful skin of yours is an empty soul, and there is no one willing to look at you. You are both beautiful and ugly, and will gradually wither under the soil that no one cares for."

Verlaine's figure was frozen like a stone statue for several seconds.

His blue eyes hiding the cold sea waves were silent, slapping on the reef, crashing on the cliffs of the mountains and cliffs, the boats were far away from him, and the hustle and bustle of the city was also far away from him.

Something seemed to have crashed to death on a rock, making a wailing sound.

Is it a seagull?

The heart yearning for freedom is forever bound in France.

The silver-haired young man sneered, "Is this what you taught?"

"Unfortunately, you are not my teacher. I was born as a transcendent. I have no childhood, no relatives, and no one is qualified to be my teacher. The connection between me and you is Rimbaud. If he dies, you will be safe." Live your life with peace of mind, it's not your turn to tell me what to do."

"I'm just a person, no one will understand me."

The romantic and ruthless Nordic god is far away, as if parallel to reality, no one can leave him behind.

Lively salons, lonely salons, when the crowd dispersed, there would be no atmosphere of gathering.A flower grows from Baudelaire's fingertips, which is the power of malice in people's hearts, and it is so beautiful that it is hopelessly beautiful.

France needs Verlaine.

Baudelaire judged that Verlaine had betrayed Rimbaud, but he could not kill Verlaine.He stared obsessively at the flower of evil on Verlaine's body, his eyelashes collided with sparkling water, and the corners of his eyes showed a fascination with beauty and intoxicated sadness.

"Attil, may you no longer be cold."

"Teacher... there is no second student to help pay off the debt."

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Mallarmé pushed open the European-style carved wooden window of the study to see the faint garden under the moonlit night.

The Champs-Elysées are brightly lit not far away.

Verlaine left, Baudelaire did not sit for too long, and chose to go back to his residence in Paris to rest.Mallarme did not listen to the quarrel between the two, as there were only a few reasons for the quarrel. He just wanted to know how Baudelaire would treat Verlaine, so as to know the attitude of the French high-level.

Then, he understood.

Facing Mr. Baudelaire's accusation, Verlaine left the manor safely.

Mallarme closed his eyes, felt the beauty and chaos of this world, and said inaudibly: "Gide, if you have his strength, why don't you be unable to return home."

"What hinders you..."

"It's always been 'weak'."

André Gide, with the special ability "Narrow Door", can predict the danger that will happen in the next few seconds.

Such superpowers... are too fragile in the eyes of the transcendent...

If you want to kill you, you can't hide at all.

Only strength is the foundation of living in this world of the jungle.

Sorry, I can't save you.

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