In order to protect his younger brother, Verlaine took away the [book] and blew himself up together, reborn and returned to the past.
The "faun" who created him was a morally corrupt scumbag, and so was the French government he later joined. However, he is no longer the artificial man who could not distinguish between a wooden board and a piece of bread. This time he must escape from the laboratory and control his own destiny [Clench fist]
*
Verlaine came to Paris to escape the pursuit of the faun. This is the center where people with supernatural powers gather in France, and even the fauns dare not set foot there.
But Verlaine forgot that Paris, France is another scum team building base.
Hugo: You play by yourself for a while. I'll go out to do some errands and I'll be back with you soon. (Then, he stayed up all night, enjoying himself in the company of fine wine and beautiful women.)
Baudelaire: What is this? A friend's kid. Play around~ What is this? My friend's kid, let's play with it~ What is this? My friend's kid, let's play with it~
Baudelaire: This is nurturance.
Baudelaire: Joy!
Balzac: Society is a dog* (crawls away darkly and twistedly)
Alexandre Dumas: Hey, I have hundreds of mistresses, which means you have hundreds of elders. Not happy?
Stendhal: If you want to be a great man, you must first be crazy! The dozen or so courses I have arranged for you can be easily completed. Don't let me down. (Bloody smile)
…
Verlaine was expressionless, quietly breaking down.
How can you be crazier than an android like me? ! ? ? !
On a reliable kid who works hard to live under the care of a group of outrageous adults#
Learning to be a human being, from entry to hell#
*
#verlaine's diary
X year X month X day
Dear friends, I once again apologize for my misunderstanding of you. After so many days, I have realized a fact. You! Rimbaud! Definitely the most considerate, understanding, and child-rearing person in France!
Another day of missing you.
*
After Verlaine got the [book], he picked up a pen and wrote a sentence on it: In the new world, I met Rimbaud again.
***
Demining
Not to follow the plot line, the home field is not Yokohama.
At the beginning, Verlaine was three years old, a child, and not very powerful yet. But with the experience of his previous life, he will quickly master his powers.
Purpose: The brilliant soul born cannot end with tears
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Teacher, I miss you so much. . .
I can't. I feel like I'm being abused. The ending is a bit sad.
Sorry everyone, I have to stay up late today to catch up on my homework, so I can't update.
[Cracked] I've been cheated again. I'm so sad. [Crying]
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