Started with a green hat for Verlaine

The second day of the Candle Night Talk.

Charles Pierre Baudelaire found the tourist information of Notre Dame de Paris, most of them are Europeans, and there is only one Asian in the same time period, which is from Japan.

The Japanese name is "Aso Akiya" and his domicile is in Yokohama, Japan.

Charles Pierre Baudelaire was suspicious.

"Japanese? Not Chinese?"

For the French government, whoever can rescue Victor Hugo is a great achievement, which does not mean that the French government hopes to save Victor Hugo is a person with evil intentions.

In his heart, Charles-Pierre Baudelaire was unwilling to doubt the Orientals he had been with for a year.

"Victor, which country is Esmeralda from?"

"Hua people..."

Hearing the voice in the living room, Victor Hugo, who had been drinking all night, came out rubbing his temples. His body had the habitual hunchback when he was Quasimodo, but he immediately corrected it. He was as tall and straight as a loose body. I was wearing an old-fashioned suit seven years ago, the size was right, and the clothes had a slight musty smell from not being dried frequently.

"But my information shows that he is Japanese." Charles-Pierre Baudelaire held the information file between his two fingers, and a few thin sheets of paper recorded the other party's entry and exit time and sightseeing records.

"Huaguo is about the same as Japan." Victor Hugo also casually excused Aso Qiu.

"It's much worse!" Charles Pierre Baudelaire taunted, "One is a supernatural power in Asia, and the other is a defeated country in a corner of the countryside."

"I mean in ancient times, the two countries seem to be connected." Victor Hugo went to find water, there is no electrical equipment for a refrigerator, "Charles, my mouth is dry, please boil me a pot of hot water .”

Charles Pierre Baudelaire: "Burn it yourself."

The blond man continued to lower his head and think about Esmeralda. According to the information, Akiya Aso is 28 years old, with black hair and black eyes, and a calm temperament. The image of the "girl" who reverses the overall situation in the supernatural world is quite different.

Victor Hugo asked again: "What about breakfast?"

Charles Pierre Baudelaire: "Wait for my subordinates to deliver food for me."

Victor Hugo: "Can't you make it yourself..."

Victor Hugo saw that the other party ignored him, so he simply sat over and tried to divert his attention so that the other party would stop checking Aso Qiuya, "Where is your student?"

Charles Pierre Baudelaire: "Dead."

Victor Hugo was taken aback.

Charles Pierre Baudelaire glanced at him with tired and indifferent eyes, "The year before the end of the war, Paul Verlaine's information was leaked, and Japan used his information to create similar supernatural weapons, Arthur Rimbaud and Paul Verlaine received a mission to go to the Japanese military base to steal or destroy that supernatural weapon."

The secret eight years ago was no longer top secret, and Charles Pierre Baudelaire couldn't let it go.

"The weapon exploded, Attil's body was gone, and Verlaine fled back."

"I went to the scene to see it myself. The diameter of the explosion was as high as 3000 meters. The energy remaining in the central area exceeded the range that normal people with supernatural powers could resist. It was indeed a monster created by using the singularity."

"Attil's 'Painting Book' Fails."

This is war, and just a secret contest has lost a transcendent-level supernatural spy.

"Condolences." Victor Hugo wanted to hug his sad friend.

"Take your hand away." Charles-Pierre Baudelaire refused, throwing the information to him, "explain to me what happened to Esmeralda, before I wake up, What agreement did you make with him?"

"He is my friend, I hope France will not pursue this matter." Victor Hugo confessed.

"Are you still worried that France will harm him?" Charles Pierre Baudelaire sarcastically.

"No?" Victor Hugo looked at him quietly.

"..." The filthy "Flower of Evil" who was already well versed in politics suddenly stopped talking, and after a long time, he pondered, "You have been out of the French political circle for too long, I can't say 100% that he is fine, but with me , I will try to treat him as fairly as possible, first tell me the truth, is he a supernatural spy arranged by Huaguo to Japan?"

Victor Hugo smiled: "Why do you think so?"

Charles Pierre Baudelaire: "The hometown he misses in the supernatural world is not Japan."

Victor Hugo shook his head, "Is this evidence? As far as I know, all of Asia respects Chinese civilization. Esmeralda's behavior can be explained by his love for Eastern civilization. If you think about it deeply, then It is also a love-hate relationship between them Asians, and it will not involve France."

Charles Pierre Baudelaire looked in disbelief.

Victor Hugo: "Don't pursue it any further. I don't know if he has supernatural powers. I only know that he saved me after losing his memory. He worked hard to make money to support you for a year."

Charles Pierre Baudelaire frowned the moment he heard "raise", and the balance in his heart tilted a little.

After all, they are like-minded friends in the supernatural world.

Victor Hugo sighed: "In the fifteenth century, Shire was 20 years old, with golden hair, skin as white as milk, so young and beautiful that Quasimodo was jealous. Now I recall It's like yesterday..." His index finger pressed on the inevitable forehead lines on Baudelaire's eyebrows.

The 40-year-old blond man suddenly smiled, "You, Victor, are a few years older than me."

Victor Hugo knew that if he continued, his old French friend would be upset, so he stopped.

"I am old and want to pave the way for young people."

"Is he your friend?"

"Yes."

"Not your sweetheart?"

"Cough... don't make such jokes with me, you know I'm purely heterosexual..."

It was very difficult for Victor Hugo to say this, revealing a bit of embarrassment.

"Of course I know that the respected Mr. Victor Hugo is a 'normal' person with a sexual orientation, who loves beautiful women, loves women and women, and has strong kidney function. He can do it nine times a night." Charles Pierre Baudelaire was curious, and he still remembered the rumors back then, "Isn't this really premature ejaculation?"

Victor Hugo couldn't help but smile wryly.

Charles-Pierre Baudelaire snorted at his good temper and smiled. The beautiful scenery between his brows, like enchanting and cold flower branches, outlines a strong retro charm layer by layer.

At the age of 40, Baudelaire still has constant lovers, and the pampered Baudelaire is no less than when he was young.

The innocence of youth, the vigor of youth, and the precipitation of middle age.

He is so.

The same goes for Victor Hugo.

Charles Pierre Baudelaire heard the knock on the door, and his subordinates came down. He was a member of the Paris Commune. left a negative impression on you."

He stood up and said indifferently and teasingly.

"What reason do I have to be hostile to Esmeralda?"

"do not you know?"

"In the Middle Ages, Esmeralda was my wife, and we have three years left in our marriage."

"In other words - he still owes me three years of child support!"

Victor Hugo:"……"

Hugo was shocked by his brazenness to the point of Baudelaire.

I haven't seen you for seven years, why are you even poorer!

"With his flexible mind, he is definitely not short of money." Charles Pierre Baudelaire said calmly, "It's fair to exchange money for the opportunity not to be held accountable. conflicts between governments.”

Facing the friend who took back the takeaway and two men's suits, Victor Hugo remained silent.

half an hour.

The famous French transcender during the Great War sighed, "Charles, you don't have to pay back the money you owe me. How much is left of my property from seven years ago? Give it all to you, don't look for him."

Charles Pierre Baudelaire was amazed.

Victor Hugo said softly: "How can a rare encounter in life be measured by money."

Charles Pierre Baudelaire thought of Esmeralda's dancing figure and longing eyes for the world. Gender is no longer the most important thing. The other party has a soul that can attract the transcendent.

Pursue freedom, love life, and can rise no matter what kind of dilemma.

Unknowingly, Baudelaire didn't want to explore anymore. It was very annoying, making a simple thing too complicated. If it wasn't for this position and responsibility, he should also pretend to be like Victor Hugo. Without knowing it, Ma Shengqiu was allowed to leave, taking the events of the Middle Ages as an interesting experience.

"I accept your proposal, but there is one thing I want to know."

"?"

"Let people enter the world of supernatural powers, wear women's clothes and dance, and be coveted by men. Whose supernatural power has the effect?"

Baudelaire's complexion darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He remembered several bad experiences.

In the supernatural world of "Notre Dame de Paris", the heroine has fixed the identity of Esmeralda, and there is no second woman to compete for. She is amazingly beautiful, good at singing and dancing, and has been played by different people several times.So there are not only Esmeralda, Qiu Smeralda, Persian Meralda, but there may be other mysterious Smeraldas!

"—It's William Shakespeare! It's his power 'A Midsummer Night's Dream'!!!"

Victor Hugo was dripping with cold sweat.

He was terrified.

In order to save him, the French transcendent may have tried to enter the supernatural world, which means that he has offended many colleagues!

The death of the French is worse than the death of the British. Shakespeare must be blamed for this blame!

If it wasn't for William Shakespeare's supernatural powers that touched his heart and made him fall into this fantasy story in the past, he hoped that a woman could save him, and he didn't care about his beauty, ugliness and poverty, he would not be foolish to ring the bell Seven years!

Yes, it's all Shakespeare's fault, the English are bad!

In London, England, William Shakespeare, who disembarked from the plane yesterday and was washed away today, returned to a high position.

When asked by his British colleagues, he smiled happily and raised his hands in a refined manner, which made Oscar Wilde, who rarely saw him, look sideways and praised him endlessly.Looking around, Oscar Wilde is very eye-catching. The British transcendents gathered here are all beauties of different ages. There are men and women, with fragrant clothes and temples, intertwined wine glasses, and the contempt of a supernatural power when talking and laughing. .

William Shakespeare never mentioned the fact that he was bankrupt in the supernatural world.

"I have witnessed Victor Hugo's miserable life, picking up trash, being scolded by others, kneeling down and begging for mercy, etc. Although my ability has been sealed for seven years, he has also been unlucky for seven years hahahaha——"

discredit?

This is a routine operation in Britain and France.

……