"No one can learn that thing!" Logan slammed the table hard, eye-catching. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The group arrived at Dunkirk, which would be famous for a great retreat in a few decades, and is now just a busy port, an important link between Britain and France. Logan and Tolkien sat in a tavern by a busy harbor, with a group of soldiers returning home.

Tolkien also wore a civilian military uniform with only the rank of sergeant, but because he shared the same homeland as the tavern waiter, he was given a comfortable window seat. Several officers with higher rank than Tolkien stood in front of the bar, and their eyes had swept over several times, and the meaning could not have been more obvious. So Tolkien motioned for Rogan to lower his voice so as not to cause trouble.

Logan kicked the flesh off his teeth with his fingernails, poured himself another glass of whiskey, and shook his head vigorously, "Mike is too mysterious, don't you think?

Tolkien shook his head, he hadn't been able to discover psychic abilities. The group set out from Luxembourg, and Zhao Mai began to teach the two of them psychic abilities, but with little success—or no progress. Tolkien felt that his concentration had improved and his spirit had improved, as if he had had a good night's sleep, but it did not cause any strange phenomena. Logan was worse than him, and every attempt to meditate ended in rage, as if "quiet down" would trigger the "let's fight" command. Fortunately, Rogan couldn't beat Zhao Mai, especially before learning to fly, so the safety of the group was still guaranteed.

"You're not suggesting that Mike is deliberately wrong, are you?" Tolkien didn't like the year, but said it anyway.

"There's a possibility, but I don't think so. Deception is done for a purpose, what is he trying to do?" Logan waved his hand, took a cigar from his pocket, broke off a piece, and slowly ignited it with a match in his mouth. He took a puff, spat at the ground, and said, "I've been caught and tested before, drawing blood, cutting internal organs, and opening my head, and I've experienced this kind of thing. But Mike didn't do that, he just pushed me to spread my fingers and shook them over and over again in front of my eyes. He's yellow-skinned, after all. ”

"I feel the same way. Tolkien nodded. He tilted his head to look out the window, suddenly stood up and said, "Logan, the ticket office is open, let's go over!"

"Can't you go on your own?" muttered Logan, but still stood up, drank the remnants of the glass in one gulp, and followed.

The "the・che" could be driven directly from the bottom of the sea, but Tolkien thought it would be better to buy a ticket and go through customs to avoid future troubles. After all, it's still wartime, and walking down the street can be checked at any time. If you don't have a stamp of consent to enter the country, you are likely to be arrested.

Zhao Mai had a letter of introduction, but he still lacked a 1918 passport. Logan always needs a new passport because of his long lifespan, and there are just some ways to get around. Although he spent a lot of money, Zhao Mai finally prepared his identity documents. He took Ado, Xiaohua and Duojian to buy some clothes and supplies from this era. Of course, it is more important to buy weapons of this era. In times of war, the streets are full of guns, and if you don't carry some on your back, you will look out of place. Logan protects Tolkien to buy passenger tickets for several people. The two of them kept wondering why they didn't check the whole car, but Zhao Mai just smiled and didn't answer.

In the eyes of Tolkien and Logan, Zhao Mai is a mysterious Oriental, with secrets all over his body.

By the turn of 1918, the war situation had become clearer, and the Allies had an increasing advantage. Although a "coup d'état" broke out in Tsarist Russia, a group of people who had nothing seized power, causing Russia to withdraw from the war. However, Germany failed to seize this opportunity, and its diplomatic efforts were undermined by impulsive generals, resulting in Germany still not being able to get out of the embarrassing situation of fighting on two fronts. Britain and France had already consolidated their fronts near the border, and tanks were a weapon that gave the Entente confidence in victory. In addition, the United States entered the war and sent troops to Europe from last year, which greatly increased the military strength of the Entente side.

Tolkien also knew that China, thousands of miles away, also sent people to the war, although it was only some laborers, doing some logistics and construction work, but it was also a kind of statement. In his heart, he agreed with some of Mike's words, such as Mike was different from all the Oriental faces he had seen in Europe, especially a strong self-confidence, able to face all problems calmly, which is not something ordinary people can have.

Strangely, Tolkien had the feeling that Mike would be much more comfortable learning magic than he was, even if he was British and Zhao Mai was only Chinese. If the Orientals had learned magic from them, would they have built a powerful civilization? Napoleon had warned about the power of the East, and could Zhao Mai be the Prometheus who stole the fire of power?

Logan's nose suddenly wrinkled, "I have a bad feeling, you go back to the hotel first, I'll go over there and have a look!"

"Let's go, let's go!" Tolkien was full of adventure. He patted the Webley wheel on his waist, "I have it!"

Logan smiled, and the two walked briskly. They soon found a thick wall of people, and it was Zhao Mai who was surrounded in the middle.

An American officer pointed Colt at Zhao Mai's forehead, and Zhao Mai opened his hands and gently placed them at his side. Those holding weapons were nervous, but those with empty hands looked relaxed. On the ground was an unconscious (unknown of life and death) Oriental man, with a slightly curved sword broken in two, and the bridge of his nose broken into at least three knots.

"Cowboy, though you see I'm empty-handed, you don't know what you can do with these bare hands. Zhao Mai said to him: "If you want to pull the trigger, I welcome you to try." If you don't want to, take the muzzle out of the way, or your bullet will go into your own head. You have five seconds to think about it, don't be unpredictable. ”

Zhao Mai lowered his head slightly and pressed his forehead directly against the muzzle of the gun. The icy energy transformed by the Natural Force gathered on his forehead and began to freeze along the barrel of the gun. The power of the strange ghost can turn metal weapons into broken ice, and Zhao Mai is eager to test its effect on bullets. But the Americans on the opposite side were clearly smart, quickly calmed down and immediately removed the muzzle of the gun.

"I'm not going to hit someone who doesn't carry a weapon. The officer said, "That's not moral." ”

"Well, I agree. Zhao Mai nodded, pointed to the warrior who was still unconscious on the ground, and said, "You'd better educate your entourage, don't shout and draw your sword." Just glance at it, don't reach out to my woman. ”

He glanced down at the grain reserves, "In the future, if you encounter this situation, just bite off your hand, don't let me worry about it." ”

"Wang!" (To be continued.) )