The luck brought by the black cat does not seem to be enough to pry into Bermeo's tight trade barriers.

On another fruitless evening, Lorraine and Henna walked out of the exchange side by side, their eyes glazed out of the gloom of the previous days.

The last application for residency will be sent to the Board of Management tomorrow and, once rejected, they will be ready to initiate an alternative and forcibly establish friendship with Mr. Alfonso.

In short, don't go to those damn Spanish exchanges anymore and get angry.

Seven tricks and one pass, the mood is relaxed.

Lorraine smiled and asked Henna, "What do you want to eat at night?" ”

"I want to see flamenco."

"Roma?"

"Roma!"

Today, the small Roma square is a little far away, but the two of them are not in a hurry, so they walk in the bustling streets of Bermeo.

The architecture of Spain is still very distinctive, far high, near low, winding streets, narrow alleys.

The roofs are paved with terracotta tiles, and the streets are flanked by long rows of hand-plastered walls.

They like curved shapes.

Wave-like arches, reef-like rounded cornices, and long curved walls inspired by the bay can be found everywhere in the streets and alleys, highlighting the country's sea-friendly nature.

There are also one-step balconies decorated with wrought iron and pottery pendants, full of green plants, as well as painted walls and colored bricks with light and warm colors, which make people see the heartiness of the Spanish people.

It's a very likable people......

If they didn't do business in a different way, maybe it would be more likable.

The two of them returned to the small square, and it was already nightfall.

The Roma caravan was quietly circled in a corner of the square, and there was no sense of life.

Lorraine shrugged regretfully: "I probably won't see flamenco today. ”

Henna didn't respond immediately.

She frowned, looking suspiciously at a dark alley not far away, motionless.

Lorraine was a little strange: "Henna, you ......"

"Shhhh

"White ears?"

Lorraine remembered the little black cat with a dead face last night, and faintly, sure enough, he heard the cat meow in the dark alley.

But the sound was so far away that it was impossible to tell whether it was a cat meowing or a baby crying, and which cat was barking......

"Heina, Bermeo is not big, but a cat that I met by chance......"

"It's it." Henna closed her eyes and frowned deeply, "I can hear it, it's calling for help!" ”

Before a word of salvation could land, Henna rushed into the dark alley.

Lorraine looked at the tuxedo on her body and the umbrella in her palm in a daze, and smiled bitterly.

"Next time I'm going to Stavanger, I'll have to order an umbrella sword from Mr. Martini......"

……

Winding alleys, endless.

Lorraine followed in Henna's footsteps and ran through the deep, narrow alleys of Bermeo.

The high top hat had long since been lost, and his pure white curls were thrown to the ground, and in order to run more easily, he even unbuttoned his armor, and let the gown scatter into flowers, hunting like henna's smock

But even so, he could only barely fall into Henna's figure.

Henna in the sky.

There were scattered debris piled up everywhere in the narrow alley, and she didn't think it was smooth to run, so she jumped up and stepped on the scattered balconies on both sides of the alley, and folded into it like a cat.

Lorraine naturally can't do her lightness, he only has the most reckless way, go straight!

One jumped on top, the other hit below, and the distance of two or three miles was fleeting, and they finally followed the cat's cry to lock on to a remote and dark back alley in the narrow alley.

It is a broken back alley, less than two meters wide, and is flanked by buildings of four or five floors.

A large number of planks and boxes were piled up in the alley, which were put together, and the owner carefully wrapped them in an oilcloth, and covered them with an old net and pressed heavy objects on them.

This high pile was gloomy in the night, like a man-made mountain, firmly blocking the exit of the alley.

The people inside are surprisingly popular.

The Roma girl I saw yesterday was leaning against the debris blocking the alley, trembling and panicking, holding an orange-sized dark purple crystal ball in both hands, and meowing on her shoulders, attracting Lorraine and Henna to the white ears here.

Her whole body was stiff, her black eyes glowed with a faint purple light under the reflection of the crystal ball, and a strong man was reflected in the clear pupils, holding a short sword, protecting her, covered in blood and covered in bruises.

They are in danger, and their opponents are stuck on the other side of the street.

There were five opponents, each as strong as the man who protected her, armed with a short sword, dressed in sackcloth and a square hat.

They are all Roma.

Lorraine was a little distracted for a moment, and the first reaction that popped into her mind was...... Roma infighting?

Before he could figure it out, Henna, who was high above her, had already jumped down from the man-made cliff and landed between the girl and the man who was protecting him, and without thinking about it, she drew her knife and stabbed it straight into the man's side neck.

Sprayed blood splattered all over the walls.

The man fell limply, dead in an unknown manner, and Henna stood up straight, holding her knife with her back to the girl.

"Take a break, it's safe," she said. ”

The girl listened to the sound of the sky, and her tense body relaxed.

She leaned limply against the pile of debris, sweating like pulp, and in a moment she stained her clothes with large stains.

Lorraine had no idea what was going on.

The two groups of Roma were fighting among themselves, and Henna intervened and stabbed the girl's protector to death, but the girl was neither frightened nor frightened, but relaxed as if she was free.

This is the case...... Who exactly is Henna going to help?

He didn't have a headache for long.

In a daze, the five big men howled and rushed towards Henna, who raised her foot and hooked the corpse out of the ground, using this method to clarify the relationship between friend and foe to Lorraine.

"Help women, hit men, tsk......"

Lorraine raised his hand and flung out his umbrella.

The large umbrella that was folded was like a javelin and like a sharp arrow, and it did not hit any enemy.

It grazed everyone's faces, through the gap between heads and heads, and slammed straight and hard into the corpse that had been hooked by Henna.

The inertia is still there, the road ahead is blocked, the huge umbrella cover is stretched open, and the black tarpaulin blocks the narrow alley, creating a barrier in the center of the alley, dividing the inside and outside, men and women, into two halves.

The gentleman in the tuxedo slowly buttoned up his waistcoat, raised his arms, and bowed to the crowd.

"Distinguished gentlemen, your adversary...... Over here. ”

The battle ended quickly.

Although Lorraine is one against five, although the opponent has a sword in his hand, but the too narrow alley is simply not allowed for two people to come out together, the so-called five against one, but it is five consecutive one-on-one narrow road encounters, and the opponent has nowhere to run.

Avoid the sword, hold your head, slap the wall, avoid the sword, hold your head, slap the wall......

After five rounds of repetition, the battle was over, Lorraine was not even wrinkled in his clothes, and there were already a bunch of Roma lying on the ground.

He Shi Shiran shook the placket of his tuxedo, smoothed the upturned collar corners, clicked, and withdrew the black umbrella.

"A top hat, a wig, I think I deserve a reasonable explanation."