Beihara and Feng narrowed their eyes and said in a light tone: "At least no one will treat you as a tool there, and no one will ask you to undertake any tasks... You must have thought so at the time, Mr. Verlaine."

For Verlaine, Zhongyuan Zhongye may be another version of himself in this world.

Therefore, he was unwilling to let the other party be taken back to France. In a sense, he was denying his choice back then - the choice to join the French government and become an assassin and intelligence agent.

In this way, he just changed from a tool of the faun to a tool of the French government. Verlaine himself was never treated as a human being. The only person who gave him care, respect and dignity was Rimbaud.

In Verlaine's world, there may only be Rimbaud. But what's the use? He is still a person who is not recognized, and no one can understand his feelings.

Therefore, the story that happened in Yokohama is more like Verlaine's struggle and refutation in the face of fate.

——"Their" destiny should not be to join any organization or become a tool of any organization. They can also live freely in this world and decide themselves by their own will.

"It's a pity he never understood."

Verlaine was silent for a moment and said.

Kitahara and Kaede also remained silent: he knew that the person Verlaine was talking about was Adil Rimbaud.

Yes, that's true. But Rimbaud couldn't understand it.

He has always served the French government and has always adhered to his duties. He is the transcendent of France and will never leave France.

So he and Verlaine got into a fight, and everyone should know the story that followed:

Everything became a mess, and everyone made their own mistakes, making everything run in the worst direction.

"If you ask me, you two could actually write a book about Pride and Prejudice."

Kitahara and Kaede shook their heads, said helplessly, and looked back at Baudelaire: "Are all you French people like this?"

He also discovered that French people seemed to have more or less pride in their character.

No matter how easy to get along with someone, no matter how shy and introverted they are, when talking about the fields they like to be good at, they are a bit arrogant and do not allow others to refute them: even Fabre and Rousseau are like this.

"Uh, is there a possibility?"

Baudelaire looked at the sky guiltily, then shamelessly walked up to Kitahara and Kaede: "Am I a clear figure among French people?"

"..." Beihara and Feng recalled the scene of their first meeting and looked at him speechlessly, "Are you sure?"

Baudelaire was obviously very uncertain. Hearing this, he suddenly slumped down, hung pitifully on the traveler's body, and began to pretend that he was a dead snake.

Verlaine glanced at him silently: He was now glad that he didn't look like a Frenchman anymore. He didn't want to embarrass himself everywhere like this man.

"If I find him, I probably won't go back to France." He said coldly, lowering his eyelids slightly, his blue eyes quietly watching the moving shadows in the airport.

"However, if he wants to come back after recovering his memory, I will never stop him. I don't have to do this for someone who doesn't understand me at all..."

"Even if he really loves you?"

Beihara and Feng tilted their heads and asked.

"You know, after groping for a wrong answer, it is possible to correct it and fill in the correct option. But love is something that few people are willing to pour into."

"Tsk, it's just self-righteous love."

Verlaine narrowed his eyes and laughed sarcastically.

But when he said this, he seemed to be in a really bad mood, and even the corners of his lips pursed, showing a tense expression.

Rather than persuading others, his words were more used to convince himself and to make a suitable excuse and reason for his failure in advance.

"Okay, okay. Then I'm done."

Beihara and Feng turned their heads and looked at Baudelaire: "Do you have anything to say, or say something to a student you haven't seen for a long time?"

"Hey, then I told you, this is what you asked me to say, Beihara." Baudelaire's eyes lit up, and then he looked at Verlaine with interest.

"Let me tell you, I know what Rimbaud likes to eat, what style of clothes he likes, and what color he likes! If you don't know what to do when the date comes, just call me! I promise to arrange everything for you two.

!”

"Also, don't be afraid when you see the amnesiac Rimbaud. Just rush up to him with a rose in your mouth and tell him that you are here to find the amnesiac French lover. No matter what, you must deceive the person first. The French are

, there’s no need to be so reserved, really.”

"Rimbaud was not twenty years old at the time, so I won't say anything, but now it's just right. Anyway, you have to be shameless, and you can only chase people if you are shameless. I will go through all the French tricks of chasing people, and I will file the document right away.

Sent to your mobile phone."

Baudelaire finished speaking this long paragraph very quickly, and then flipped through his mobile phone without stopping:

"If there is any progress, you can call the Paris Commune to report the good news. There hasn't been much fun lately, and everyone is bored to death. Also, remember to invite us to have a drink when you get married."

Verlaine: "..."

Kitahara Kazuka: "..."

I was so stupid, really, that I thought anything normal could come out of Baudelaire's mouth.

Kitahara and Feng wiped their faces, trying not to look at Verlaine's expression, and directly interrupted each other's eloquent love speech:

"So? Is there anything else?"

"Oh, there is one more." Baudelaire regretfully stopped sharing his experience, returned to his serious look, and looked at Verlaine with a serious expression.

It was only at this time that he seemed to be the top transcendent figure in a great country.

"Tell Rimbaud that France lacks everything except people with supernatural powers who can fight. One more of him is not more, and one less of him is not more."

"So," he smiled, "you can do whatever you want wherever you want, and don't come back. I remember that his dream at the beginning was to be an arms dealer. Not bad, he has a bright future, he is worthy of being my student!"

When he said this, he couldn't help laughing "haha", and then patted Kitahara and Kaede hard on the shoulders:

"Of course, don't forget to introduce your future master's wife to him - Ouch! Don't hit Beiyuan! It really hurts!"

"Just ignore the last sentence." Kitahara and Feng nodded to Verlaine good-naturedly, and then they also laughed.

"The plane is about to leave. Then... I wish you a safe journey."

I hope you can find your place in this world, and I hope you can recognize yourself as a real human being.
Chapter completed!