Started with a green hat for Verlaine

"Guy?"

With Baudelaire frowning, Victor Hugo was the first to greet the French young man, and Maupassant, who had long hair reminiscent of pink crystal, said, "Senior Hugo, I am very pleased Glad to see you in Japan, I am here with Phantom to pay homage to Aso Shuya."

When speaking, Maupassant tried his best to control his eyes from wandering to the phantom. The phantom wore a half-face mask, with a thin figure and broad shoulders, like a mysterious man coming out of the shadows.

That mask...it's so amazing, you can't see the complete facial features at all, half hidden, attracting other people's eyes.

Victor Hugo gave him a warning look, and Maupassant immediately withdrew his confused thoughts and walked over with flowers.

Victor Hugo said: "The worship in the afternoon has not started yet, wait a while, they are sorting out the altar."

After Maupassant joined, there were four surpassers on the French side.

There are only three British transcendents who have been enemies with it all year round.

"This is...the Phantom?" William Shakespeare's eyes swung between Maupassant and the Phantom, with a strange smile on his mouth, and he recognized the identity of the Phantom through their relationship.

"Who are you?" Phantom wondered, after repairing his face, he didn't go out to meet anyone, theoretically no one would recognize him.

"Shakespeare, my old friend." William Shakespeare smiled instantly, and stepped forward to hug the Phantom.

Phantom was surprised, and forgot to refuse the approach of others, and the other party turned out to be her pen pal for many years.

Maupassant glanced at Shakespeare.

Damn Brit!

Maupassant was also unwilling to be rude at the funeral, so he said casually: "Phantom, don't you hate the transcendent the most? Shakespeare is the transcendent in England, how do you know each other?"

The good mood of Phantom seeing the pen pal disappeared, and the aura around her became ghostly.

"Are you a transcendent?"

"Yes, and I'm an opera singer at the same time, we both love opera!"

William Shakespeare let go of his hand and introduced himself freely, as if he didn't care about the hostility, he dragged others into the water casually.

"All the people who came here today seem to be acquaintances, Phantom. Let me introduce you. Next to me are the British detective novelist Conan Doyle and the famous art collector Oscar Wilde. The two behind me came in slowly. People are German politicians and a Spaniard who doesn't know why."

Goethe held a handful of black mandalas in his arms, and Schiller walked behind him, smiling instead of Goethe: "We are here to worship people, not politicians, don't tell tales, Shakespeare."

The Spaniard who came in last was wearing a cloak, and his big white teeth could be seen in his smile, "Of course I have a reason for coming."

The person who spoke was Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, the pillar of the Spanish supernatural world, similar to Goethe's status, and the background naturally cannot be an innocent ordinary citizen.

While they were talking, no one could intervene in this weird atmosphere of confrontation, as if the port mafia had become an international stage, and the idlers were not even qualified to speak!

Mori Ogai's body trembled when he heard the names of those people.

In the war years, he would be even more excited.

The top powerhouses from France, Britain, Germany, and Spain are all here, not for war, but to worship a single person!

Who doesn't know the names of Shakespeare, Victor Hugo and Goethe!Mori Ogai never imagined that the red-haired youth in the port mafia was Victor Hugo!So, who is the other man with the long blonde curly hair?Mr. Lan Tang's teacher must also be an extraordinary person!

Mori Ogai wanted to see Baudelaire, but he couldn't see any emotion from the other person's face, as if he regarded seeing those people as a normal thing, and insisted on saying that he also saw mouse shit disgust.

"Artier Rimbaud, I haven't seen you for a long time." When Cervantes opened his mouth, Arthur Rimbaud's face was frighteningly cold, because the two sides had conflicts and were not allies.

Cervantes scratched his head and said embarrassingly: "Spain is a neighbor of France, and we are people who often deal with it. Don't look at me with such fierce eyes. You are so haggard today. I have witnessed your death. Married, I came here specially to present a bouquet of Spanish flowers to your lover, I hope you will not dislike it.”

In the arms of Cervantes are the flowers picked before boarding the plane, which are well preserved. The colorful flowers are like the enthusiasm of Spain, mixed with a few vigorous green weeds as a match. Although it is not clear what the specific flowers are, but I did my best.

Arthur Rimbaud looked at the bouquet. Where did he see this person when he and Qiuya got married?Did the other party discover him?

Cervantes smiled without saying a word.

For those who watch the excitement, just click to the end, he is just representing Spain to connect with people from other countries.

If there are benefits that can be won, of course it is better.

For example: marriage certificate.

Whether or not Spain should revoke the same-sex marriage certificates of Aso Akiya and Lantang is a matter of one sentence.

"If you want to chat, find a place to chat privately. It doesn't look like talking here." Conan Doyle's face is relatively serious. He quit smoking today and didn't take out the pipe he carried with him. There is a bouquet of yellow pipes in the arms of the classic British man. Tequila.

Most of the transcendents who are knowledgeable and talented in romance understand the language of flowers. Even if they don’t, they will learn more about flowers before they come here. When they see agave, they will be amazed.

Conan Doyle is indeed a wise man, and the agave, which symbolizes burning himself for love, may be the most suitable flower for Aso Akiya.

Schiller didn't know much about Aso Qiuya, and he came here purely for the sake of Goethe, and he prepared a bouquet of white lilies.After seeing Tequila, his mind turned, and combined with fragmentary information, he roughly understood Aso Qiuya—did he die for love?

Schiller took some interest.

What kind of love is this that can bring them to this place together.

"Goethe, please introduce Aso Qiuya to me later, I knew I would buy a bouquet of meaningful flowers." Schiller whispered, Goethe nodded with a chuckle, the black mandala in his arms was particularly eye-catching, as if in It tells about the act of Arthur Rimbaud killing Aso Qiuya, which is a flower of despair different from Tequila.

Whether each country is friendly or malicious to France has already begun in the choice of flowers.

It was Arthur Rimbaud who was hurt.

Baudelaire was disgusted to the core, and only his distaste for other countries appeared on his flat face, without too much provocation.

"After 5 minutes, the worship ceremony will continue."

Arthur Rimbaud said coldly, then lowered his head, guarding the funeral coffin and photos, not paying attention to Oscar Wilde who was the only one who didn't speak.

Oscar Wilde stood obliquely to Shakespeare. His height of 1.9 meters and the curious high-heeled shoes did not stand out too much. None of the European transcendents present was slender.

They are dragons and phoenixes among men, the pride of the times, and the strong men that Ma Shengqiu also aspired to become during his lifetime.

Port mafia people can understand the professional backgrounds of "operaist", "detective novelist", "art collector", "politician" and so on. At most, they are amazed by the range of acquaintances of the leader. It turns out that the leader has so many "Friends" abroad, it's just that the aura of these "friends" looks so scary.

Among the Japanese present, very few people knew the term "transcendence". People who didn't know saw the withdrawn performance of the phantom and feared not to touch it, and thought "transcendence" was a bad term.

Only those who know shut up.

The cadres of the port mafia were all silent and depressing, Koyo Ozaki was losing the courage to drive them away, resisting the urge to draw his sword, not wanting to bring disaster to the port mafia.

Da Zuo gave Yagishita and the like and Ozaki Koye a heavy look, forbidding them to mess around, and would rather restrain his own people.

O transcendence!

These people usually represent the country's most important weapon, war and killing.

The leader actually knows so many transcendents?This is too far from the identity of the leader who is not a person with supernatural powers.

After Fitzgerald came in with his family and subordinates, he was greatly stimulated by the scene inside and the name of the speaker.

He couldn't offend just a seemingly harmless Oscar Wilde, not to mention those who knew to stay away from the name, the socially fearful Edgar Allan Poe bowed his head, walked with small steps He ran to Edogawa in random steps to ask for blessings.

Edogawa Ranbu hugged the little raccoon off his head, rubbed it in his arms, and vented his emotions expressionlessly.

The little raccoon didn't dare to bite, and hid in Luanbu's arms trembling.

The intuition of small animals is surprisingly good.

In the Central Plains, he really didn't know how many people his father knew, and how many people were transcendents. He was dazzled by the sight, and the undercurrent among those adults made Rage God's scalp tingle.

Nakahara Chuya secretly asked Dazai: "How many transcendents are there?"

Dazai Osamu did not lower his voice, and reported the number indifferently.

"Ten transcendents."

Mori Ogai's expression changed on the spot.

There are rumors that the leaders of the "Seven Betrayers" organization are Transcendents from seven countries. These people can forcibly suspend a global power war. Ten Transcendents may not be able to set off a second war!

The Colonel swallowed saliva down his throat.

The arrogance of Yagishika and his ilk is gone.

Compared with these people in Europe, the port mafia is a small organization playing house, or Japan is a rural place!

The phantom standing in favor of the French camp felt suffocated.

What?Ten transcendents? !

Ten unmarried Neptunes, scumbags, emotional liars?

There has never been a scene where ten transcendents appear together in the Paris Opera House. The concentration of transcendents here is too high!

Send flowers and leave!

Definitely not staying too long in Japan!

The phantom's idea is absolutely different, but when he thought of Maupassant here, his escape steps were nailed down, and he looked resentfully at Guy de Maupassant who refused to look directly at him.

Maupassant felt chills on his back.

Edgar Allan Poe puzzled: "What is the transcendent?"

Originally, no one answered him, but Edogawa Ranpo, after thinking of Aso Shuya, said, "Akiya said..."

It is said that when the silence spread, everyone heard Edogawa Ranpo recounting the past words of the deceased.

"The Transcendents are a group of mavericks. They have distinctive personalities and different thoughts from ordinary people. They look at history, touch life and death, and use supernatural powers to observe their own thoughts. The collision of supernatural powers and supernatural powers, that is, The collision of thoughts, the resonance of the heart..."

Victor Hugo and William Shakespeare were slightly taken aback.

"There may be casualties, or hostility. The transcendents use their hands instead of the pens of literati and inkmen, and walk in the most dangerous places to create their own Utopia. For the motherland, they will not hesitate at all costs..."

Goethe's eyes flashed with reminiscence.

Schiller looked at Goethe, stroking the white bouquet in his arms with his fingers.

"There are always a few people who break through the limitations and turn the tide. There are always a few people who stick to their positions and praise their beliefs with their hard work. The biggest difference between them and ordinary people with supernatural abilities is..."

The transcendents present were inconceivably seen through by an ordinary person, but that ordinary person was lying in a coffin representing death.

Didn't have the chance to see this scene today.

Other people with supernatural powers who have not reached the level of the transcendent are breathing unsteadily. This is the first time I heard that someone can explain the essence of the transcendent.

"Their spirit can accommodate the vast world. What they see is the country, the people, and all mankind."

"Standing at the peak, you can also lower your body and sniff the roses."

"Never satisfied, always in pursuit."

"This is the transcendent."

"Beyond others."

At this moment, the Japanese supernatural power users were inexplicably ashamed.

Such a lofty level of thought.

Phantom looked affectionately at Maupassant, who suffered from headaches after the war, and couldn't help saying, "Is that so?"

The transcendents who were looked up to by others: "..."

Ah, do we think so?

After thinking about it carefully, it seems that there is nothing wrong. This person named Aso Qiuya really admires the transcendent very much and understands the heart of the transcendent!

That's right, they saw all of humanity... what the hell!

Victor Hugo was also ashamed.

He has been hiding in Notre Dame de Paris for seven years, trying to escape the war and reduce killings. How did he think so thoroughly when he was in a daze?

Charles Pierre Baudelaire sighed.

It wasn't that Ma Shengqiu was also wrong.

For the country and the people, they can do more or less, but it is difficult for them to maintain a detached and selfless mentality forever.

The distracting thoughts of the human heart make it impossible for the transcendent to be clean and pure.

If everyone is looking forward to this...

It's time for them to reflect.