"Do you know? You are now like the little prince who just ran to the earth from the asteroid b612, Mr. King of Assassination."

Beihara and Feng lengthened their tone, slightly curved their eyes, and said with a teasing tone: "You still have much to learn about roses."

He looked down at Paris.

Paris is a very big city, and even from its highest point you cannot see the whole place. Of course, you can't see the whole picture of the flower tree hanging upside down above it either.

The wind was very loud, but it was just right for him, because the sound of sighing would be blown away before he could even leave his mouth.

Verlaine's voice seemed to be blown away, at least he didn't hear the other party's answer.

By the way, has this French idiot noticed that every time he mentions something related to "Rimbaud", his brain speed will slow down by three levels?

Kitahara and Feng were thinking about this question seriously, and then started laughing as they thought about it.

"But it suddenly occurred to me that there is one more thing I can tell you."

He turned around, facing away from the light and shadow of the city, and asked with a smile: "Verlaine, do you know what a human is?"

Humans are not just made up of 71% water, 18% carbon, 4% nitrogen, 2% calcium and phosphorus, 1% potassium, 05% sulfur and sodium, 04% chlorine, a spoon full of trace elements, plus

Something made of a handful of heavy metals and other messy elements.

People can’t even figure out the scope of “people” themselves.

They cannot tell whether a brain in a vat is a human being, they cannot tell whether a six-month-old child is a human being, they cannot tell whether a clone is a human being, they cannot tell whether a machine is exactly the same as a human being from thinking to appearance.

Does it count as a human being?

"In the beginning, 'what is human' was a question decided by rulers. Later...biologists, ethicists, physicists, philosophers, poets and writers combined could not make the best decision for human beings.

Definition of fit.”

"Why can't you be human?"

The traveler held up the umbrella in his hand, handed it to Verlaine, and then seriously hugged the Transcendent who seemed to be stumped by his own problem.

Just like he used to hold another person who was at a loss in the human world.

He said in a voice that was almost a sigh: "You have a very beautiful, human soul, Mr. Verlaine."

"At least that's how it looks to my eyes."

Verlaine's soul is no different from that of a superpower. He is a red dragon that seems a little melancholic...a cub. But whenever someone looks at it, it will always spread its wings and make a vicious look.

.

It's just that it won't open its mouth, and at most it will sneeze with sparks, or make a non-deterrent "boom boom" sound from its throat, thus threatening you.

Because it held a bouquet of orchids in its mouth. Although the bouquet had been bitten to pieces by the evil dragon who was not good at cherishing things, it still stubbornly bit it in its mouth, as if it was protecting something.

Since the words on the light around it come from the three-dimensional poets Rimbaud and Verlaine respectively, even if Kitahara and Kaede saw it, there was no way to determine which poet the other's prototype corresponded to.

But that doesn't matter.

After all, their souls and destiny have been inseparable for a long time, so there is no need for Mr. Time Traveler to separate them so clearly, right?

The blond man has Verlaine's current name, Rimbaud's original name, the title of "King of Assassination" just like Verlaine's "King of Poets" in the third dimension, and powers related to Rimbaud's poetry.

The black-haired man has Rimbaud's current name and Verlaine's original name, which has the same superpower effect as the name of Rimbaud's "psychic" in the three dimensions, and the superpower of Rimbaud's poems as a name.

——Since they are entangled with each other to the point of indistinguishability, let’s not differentiate.
Chapter completed!