Translator: ThayLazyPotato
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Editor: yuki_shuichi
Rimbaud chuckled. He held his chin up and watched Xiao Bai show off.
He found the wedding ring when he returned to the ruins of the institute’s headquarters and turned over many rocks. Back when Xiao Bai was still sealed inside the marble, Rimbaud used to take good care of him. However, he suddenly stopped meowing and started whimpering one day. It sounded pitiful, so Rimbaud went back to the ruins, dug out the ring among the rocks, and brought it back to coax the marble. That day, the marble rolled to the ring and became visibly happy. It turned pink and tethered beside the ring.
The college student was dazzled by the two red marriage books. Upon scrutinizing Bai Chunian, he felt that the other party wasn’t that old. He had dyed hair and a tongue piercing, giving off the impression of a bad guy.
“You’re married? I don’t believe it,” he answered dubiously.
“Why would I lie about this?” Bai Chunian sneered. He took advantage of the situation and pulled out an ID card and showed it to the student.
However, he forgot that his ID card was a new one that had just been given by the president, his age only being seventeen years old.
The person looked—underage but has a marriage book? It was indeed fake.
The young man glanced at Bai Chunian disdainfully, then turned his attention to Rimbaud and said enthusiastically, “Hey handsome, let’s exchange contacts. I’ll send the photos to you.”
“Little brat, who are you calling underage? In two years, our kids will be able to fish in the sea.” Bai Chunian laughed in exasperation, raising his ID card in a disgruntled manner. However, releasing oppressive pheromones in a public enclosed space was uncivilized, and he couldn’t threaten the other person with species suppression or rank suppression.
Rimbaud suddenly spoke. Bai Chunian thought he was going to take the chance to make another joke that was far from the truth. After all, he liked joking like this in the IOA, causing a group of omegas to regard Rimbaud as the top. In their private group chat, they made up a story about the former division chief enjoying being in the bottom position.
Although Bai Chunian didn’t care what their relationship looked like in the eyes of outsiders, he would occasionally want to hear Rimbaud admit to their relationship or introduce him to others.
“He’s my alpha.” Rimbaud didn’t raise Bai Chunian’s chin and revealed the blue fish mark on his neck this time around. Rather, he opened his own collar and showed the flaming lion mark on the back of his neck.
The mark emitted a faint brandy pheromone scent, and the information factor contained in it told the differentiation grade of the white lion’s glands reaching A3, which was enough to make the alpha, who was close at hand, retreat.
“…” After the young man smelled the scent of the mark, his face turned from red to white and retreated to the seat on the far left with some fear.
When working in the IOA, the colleagues around him and the enemies he faced were at least M2, and there were also countless A3 experts. However, among the people, a normal person would never be able to see someone differentiated to this grade in their lifetime.
After witnessing Rimbaud’s actions, Bai Chunian was elated in his heart, but he still had to pretend that it was only natural on the surface. He grabbed that alpha and whispered with a grin, “Don’t be scared. How about we add each other and you can send the photos to me? I also want to see my wife’s photos.”
The alpha trembled and said, “Got it, bro.” Then he lowered his head and organized the photos he had just taken.
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Bai Chunian quietly grabbed Rimbaud’s hand and kissed it while no one was paying attention.
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“No need.” Rimbaud raised his chin. “My friend is here to pick us up.”
“Can he really come? Don’t these types of gods usually stay in the temples…”
“They’re here.”
A strong gust of wind blew over and stopped abruptly in front of them. It was as if something happened, yet at the same time, nothing happened.
Bai Chunian reached out and touched an invisible, hard outer wall. He groped around in shock, and unexpectedly touched an entirely transparent sports car. According to the outline, it should be a Pagini.
“Woah, what’s this?”
“This is Aeolus’ mount.” Rimbaud opened the door and sat in the passenger’s seat, then winked at Bai Chunian. “Can you drive it?”
Bai Chunian froze for a moment before feeling his way into the sports car and miraculously holding the seemingly non-existent steering wheel.
“I can. Uncle Jin also has a Pagini in his garage. He never let me drive it out; I’ve only driven two laps around the garage with it.”
“Woohoo!” Bai Chunian pressed on the accelerator and drove off with Rimbaud. The roar of the sports car rang in his ears, his hair danced in the wind and shook off the sand and dust. The car subwoofer accompanied the alpha’s excited whistle.
The sports car drove through the city and wilderness, approaching the coastline. The ground below had already turned into a layer of sand, causing the car to be on the verge of getting stuck on the beach.
“Wife, we have to cross the sea, get a speedboat out.”
“No need.”
After reaching the beach, the car suddenly accelerates on its own. The steering wheel in Bai Chunian’s hands gradually lengthened into a long pole. Bai Chunian bowed his head and looked at the ground, which was getting farther and farther from himself; the invisible wind had turned the car into a glider. They were held up by a steady air current and floated like a meteor across the Mediterranean.
It seemed that this gust of wind was similar to Rimbaud’s hydrated steel; it could forge into different things.
The transparent hang glider carried the two of them across the sky at lightning speed with invisible wings and protective frames, offering the passengers the greatest view. Bai Chunian shouted at the wind, “This is a lot more exciting compared to an amusement park!”
Rimbaud peered over and looked at him. Bai Chunian was only holding the pole with one hand; the other one was trying to grab a bird flying in the sky. His eyes no longer carried the desperation of “I don’t want to die” in them, only elation.
Rimbaud wanted to give him something more, but it seemed that he couldn’t come up with a gift worthy of giving.
The transparent hanging glider took them through the clouds and fog. Their sense of time became blurry after the fog covered their line of sight. They soon landed in the middle of an undulating mountain area.
The glider turned into a gust of wind and melted into the air.
Bai Chunian looked at his hands. “So it could fly on its own; I thought I was the one maneuvering it.”
A burly guy came out of a cave not far away, wearing a Hawaiian-style shirt and pants, sunglasses, and a pair of beach sandals.
He spoke in the Greek language, which Bai Chunian could understand.
Bai Chunian watched as the Caucasian man with curly brown hair warmly approached them, hugging and exclaiming familiarly, “I miss you so much, my friend.”
Bai Chunian was practically lifted up by this strong man who was like Gargantuar. He was so passionate that Bai Chunian found it a bit overwhelming to deal with.
“Hello, hello.” Bai Chunian hurriedly shook his hands. “You’re the Wind God, Aeolus, right? It’s an honor to meet you. I’ve brought some gifts…”
“You coming here is the greatest gift already.” The Wind God grabbed Bai Chunian’s chin and lifted his face up. “Mhm…although I know you have always liked things with furry ears, turning into a white kitty is still a bit absurd…”
Bai Chunian was confused. “Have we met before?”
Rimbaud sat on the wooden bench behind the Wind God, picked a bunch of berries from the shrubs, and tasted them. He kicked the Wind God in the ankle while he was at it. “I’m right here. Let go of my queen, moron.”
The Wind God turned back to look at Rimbaud and compared him with Bai Chunian’s appearance. He cast Bai Chunian aside, sat in front of Rimbaud, and looked him up and down.
“Oh, so this is you.” Wind God came to a realization. “Your current appearance is more pleasing to the eye. Do you want to visit my temple?”
Bai Chunian walked to Rimbaud’s side and quietly asked, “Is this really your friend? How long has it been since you saw each other? He even forgot how you look.”
“No, I didn’t forget, child.” The Wind God stroked his fluffy beard, then led them to his temple. “He can take up any form; he is everlasting and constantly flowing.”
Bai Chunian attentively noticed how he addressed Rimbaud, which was neither Siren nor Sea God, but the term “Ocean” in the Greek language.
“He is the sea itself,” the Wind God said. “Although we are old acquaintances, this is the first time I saw him gathered into a physical form. Even if his physical form disappears, he will be reborn from the ocean and be born like a baby in its chosen mother’s belly.”
“Child, how are you able to put up with his temper?” The Wind God hooked his arm around Bai Chunian’s shoulders and quietly complained, “He’s extremely vindictive and often gets irritated out of nowhere. Back then, when he escorted the Argonauts on the Argonautic expedition, my son was also on the ship, and he specially took them on the paths that were prone to trouble…”
Bai Chunian pricked up his ears and widened his eyes. “Are you serious? Are you guys teaming up to trick me?”
“Hah?” Rimbaud raised a brow, then pulled Bai Chunian to his side.
It was only after entering the cave temple that the Wind God became a bit more serious and sat in the main seat.
“In any case, child, he has acknowledged you as his lover and was even willing to be married to you. Then, as his friend, I should give you a congratulatory gift. From henceforth, the heavy responsibility of appeasing him is entrusted to you, so he gets less angry.”
Bai Chunian watched the burly man in Hawaiian shorts raise his right hand. A stream of air formed into a scepter, and he pointed it to the front. “I bestow you with the speed of wind.”
A breeze blew over and brushed past the space between Bai Chunian’s eyebrows and entered his mind.
The energy filling up his blood vessels made the back of Bai Chunian’s nape feel hot, and his fluffy lion ears popped out from between his hair; the ontological characteristics swallowed up the humanoid mimicry, causing a huge white lion to land in his place.
The white lion raised his front paw and his figure instantly teleported forward, leaving behind a trail of blue light and afterimages.
Rimbaud nodded in satisfaction.
Bai Chunian returned to his human form and looked at his hands in shock. This feeling made it seemed like he gained another associated ability. “Child of the Wind,” could reduce weight and increase speed.
He finally understood Rimbaud’s purpose for arranging this trip. He recalled the day when he visited Rimbaud on Merfolk Island in the Caribbean, Rimbaud had taken him to see the blue whale grandpa and sea dragon grandma and his distant relatives. He was showered with treasures and half-buried in gold and gems, allowing him to experience the luxurious hospitality of his wife’s family. Today was a deluxe version of that.
“Bacchus’ banquet is tonight; I’ll take you to get a gift.” Rimbaud winked at Bai Chunian.
Bacchus held a banquet to taste wine in the temple on the mountaintop. The three of them climbed the stairs step by step.
They met a beautiful woman with flowers all over her body while walking up. Rimbaud said she was the west wind god, Zephyrus’ wife. Bai Chunian hurriedly shouted out, “Hello, sister-in-law.”
The goddess of flowers and spring raised her skirt and smiled. Bai Chunian was given the ability to cultivate flowers, “Bone-Grown Flowers,” which could make a pre-wrapped bouquet appear out of thin air. In this way, he didn’t have to go to a flower shop to buy flowers when going on dates, which saved time.
Every time they met someone on the way, Rimbaud would give them an invitation card, and then Bai Chunian would obtain a strange associated ability that was useless but not completely useless, useful but not entirely useful.
A swing hung on the grapevine near the top of the mountain. A blond-haired blue-eyed lady sat swinging on it, the hem of her cheongsam swayed in the wind. Butterflies were flying around and birds were singing around her.
Bai Chunian had never seen such a beautiful lady. The flower goddess they encountered on the stairs was a bit inferior in comparison.
“Oh, oh, don’t tell me this is Venus? Oh my god, she’s too beautiful. I don’t mean to say my wife isn’t beautiful.” Bai Chunian tugged on Rimbaud’s wrist, but Rimbaud held his hand instead. He walked over magnanimously and gripped the swing rope.
The swing came to an abrupt stop, surprising the beautiful lady and almost falling, but Rimbaud held her forearm.
She raised her curly lashes and gave them a quick glance.
Rimbaud chatted and laughed with her. He talked about the past and his experience in the institute, and while she would sometimes be surprised and sometimes burst out laughing, she immediately turned to look at Bai Chunian.
She used her slender and delicate pale finger to raise Bai Chunian’s chin. Her scarlet fingertips traced over his face, and she commented with some haughtiness in a gentle voice, “You’re actually pretty good-looking, your bone structure is okay, and your build is not bad. Then what can I give you?”
“Oh right.” She smiled. “I will bestow you with enviable sexual ability.”
“Eh?” Bai Chunian’s face became embarrassed.
Rimbaud, “Wonderful.”
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