Chapter 402

During the day, Alfred Douglas has some more retro furniture in the house.

The portable kerosene lamp, the bronze-colored retro pendulum clock, the clever women's cigarette box, said that Oscar Wilde's aesthetics ran wildly towards a certain direction.

Should he be glad?

At least there were no extra corsets and court skirts.

In fact, the aristocrats sold more things from the last century than in shops outside.

"Oscar, do you collect antiques from the nineteenth century?" Alfred Douglas put his arms around the man's neck and said affectionately from the back of the sofa, "I have a lot in my family, and my mother's dowry is in my mother's dowry.

Mr. Edison sold phonographs in 19878."

The gramophone was the great development of the nineteenth century.

The person who found it had long died and had a prominent reputation. He was known as the "King of the World".

Oscar Wilde suddenly realized: "Thomas Alva Edison..."

He rubbed his temples and had some impression. After the memories of the two worlds were confused, he was surprised by the world he lived in. Mr. Edison turned out to be a celebrity from the last century.

"Persey, do you know Mr. Alfred Bernhard Nobel?"

"Swedish chemist?"

Alfred Douglas Wilde fed a grape and said lazily, "His family is quite famous. It is a Swedish arms dealer. Before the superpower war, his father was named

The aristocrat is considered a newcomer in the European aristocratic circle. He himself is a pacifist, hidden behind the scenes. Not many people know the existence of the Nobel family."

Oscar Wilde swallowed the grapes, felt the taste, and hurriedly said, "Do he have any brothers?"

Alfred Douglas said: "There is a younger brother."

Oscar Wilde was surprised: "Living?"

Alfred Douglas went to see him in an explanation: "Of course, we are alive. Wealth merchants in family businesses like this pay great attention to security, with at least three or five supernatural bodyguards around us."

Oscar Wilde's heart was tight.

It's like this.

In his other memory, many years ago, Mr. Nobel's laboratory exploded, his father was seriously injured, and his brother was killed. In theory, Mr. Nobel should live in this era, such as Da

Mr. Finch and Mr. Edison are still alive in the past.

What changes have happened to Mr. Nobel?

Qiu seems to have better attention to Mr. Nobel than Mr. Edison?

Literature...

People with great literature have great abilities?

Oscar Wilde learned from his mistakes: "Persey, let's start writing, let's talk about it?"

‌The heir of the British pampered marquis: "?"

Oscar Wilde opened his mouth and said, "I posted some secrets from the words, which may increase our extraordinary abilities!"

Alfred Douglas touched the man's forehead.

"No fever."

Why did I get so sick that I started talking nonsense?

"Do you want to say that Mr. William Shakespeare is powerful because he often writes scripts? Don't play it, even I know that you transcendents are born strong, and what makes you progress and become stronger is the ability to do different things.

Development, and what kind of literary work is it?”

Alfred Douglas rejected Oscar Wilde's words and said depressedly: "My different ability is 'two loves', and I still feel that I have no potential for growth."

Oscar Wilde teased: "Love in me is your greatest strength?"

Alfred Douglas's ears were red, and his eyes were white with affection and slander.

"I, Alfred, have suitors!"

However, all suitors, Rioscar Wilde, had the highest status. He did not look down on this romantic man at first, but was later moved by the other party's care that could bend and stretch.

"Oscar..." Alfred Douglas said threateningly, "You must betray me, otherwise I know what kind of revenge you will do."

"Yes, I only love Percy people."

Oscar Wilde's hair stood up behind his neck, talking to the end of the topic.

Alfred Douglas bit his neck.

snort!

In France, there are people who often see the scenery on the bell tower of Notre Dame de Paris.

Because of the publication of Notre Dame de Paris, people know that there is Notre Dame de Paris in France where Quasimodo rang the bell. The French government specially repaired the old church, making it the most popular this year for France.

Wang's tourist attractions.

Victor Hugo's name conquered the world literary world that lacked excellent authors.

The red-haired man held the stone sculpture with his hands and looked into the distance. He knew that he was also part of the scenery, and was admired by many foreign tourists.

Esmeralda, Quasimodo brought out Notre Dame Cathedral, which was hidden in dirt.

But Quasimodo has a dream—

He wanted to take Esmeralda, and the most beautiful person in his heart went to the bell tower where he lived. The 15th century zodiac had all kinds of good places, but the Lesser and dusk were accompanied by Notre Dame de Paris.

I spent seven years with Quasimodo. The sky here is beautiful, like the last piece of pure land of the soul.

Victor Hugo looked beside him, imagining the orientals standing there in the red dance dress.

In reality, there are only shadows under him and his feet in the bell tower.

"Char said I am too empathetic to the supernatural world, and divide the real and the illusion, but how many of us transcendents can find sincere and flawless love and live together..."

"I hope the Phantom and Guy can escape this curse."

"Artir... can no longer get out, he will run for resurrection throughout his life."

Victor Hugo touched the pocket on the suit's chest, where there was a thread of hair hidden, which was something he could easily win from Shire by helping Atil.

"Oh, I just want to see the scenery, there is no need to love me."

Suddenly, Victor Hugo said to the visitor of the bell tower.

Voltaire climbed up the bell tower and patted the dust that was stained. The saint's face was born with compassion, and the corners of his lips were naturally exposed to his friend's scars.

"Oh, I just came out to let the wind, and I mind watching the scenery with you, right?"

"Voltaire..."

"Pity me, my friend, I have not experienced love yet, and the years have abandoned me."

“…”

Victor Hugo held back and smiled.

Voltaire was weak and sick at the time, but later he was highly respected. The beauty of divine nature that people could blaspheme. He sat upright in the position of a saint, and no French dared to pursue him.

Now, the fifty-year-old Voltaire is a question mark.

Cough cough...‌ can slander friends.

Victor Hugo muttered: "Qiu also told me that there are many peaceful space and time in this world. You said... do we have another future in the peaceful space and time."

Voltaire knew what he was alluding to, so he reluctantly thought about it: "I believe I am still me, and what should happen will still happen."

Victor Hugo's face turned gray.

Voltaire said, "But you are like, friend."

Victor Hugo looked at him, and Voltaire said slowly: "What you want is high, but fate does not have the chance to meet you in advance-" He was affected by the scenery here, and he had

Some reasons why Bai Hugo loves to come to Notre Dame, "I remember you met Notre Dame, and said that he also likes this Virgin Church, which is your fate."

"He might just accompany you to see the scenery."

"When you were young, you liked to climb Notre Dame Cathedral and catch people to watch the scenery. I believe that your hobbies will change easily in other worlds."

"Victor, the world is full of variables, and only the interest from the heart will change."

"You wrote Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris very wrong."

"The staff are very 'happy'."

...

‌May 5, 19872.

The two worlds are similar to Notre Dame Cathedral located on the banks of the Seine.

Seventy-year-old Victor Hugo talked to the man who knew his face without anyone's support: "Are you disappointed when you see Notre Dame in the book? There is no such thing as this description here, you must

‌It is this place that is famous, and the French government will remember to repair it.”
To be continued...