Reborn As a Pirate

　　 The luck brought by the black cat seems not enough to break Bermeo's strict trade barriers.

　　 In another harvestless twilight, Lorraine and Henna walked out of the exchange side by side, but the haze of the previous few days disappeared in their eyes.

　　 Tomorrow the management committee will send out the last application to reside in business. Once rejected, they are ready to initiate an alternative plan to forcibly establish a friendship with Mr. Alfonso.

　　 Anyway, never go to those **** Spanish exchanges anymore.

　　 Seven orchestrations and one pass, the mood is refreshed.

　　 Lorraine smiled and asked Hina: "What do you want to eat tonight?"

　　 "I want to see flamenco."

　　 "Roma?"

　　 "Roma!"

　　 As for today, the small square of the Roma is a bit far away, but the two of them walked on the bustling streets of Bermeo arm by arm in a hurry.

　　Spain’s architecture is still very distinctive, far high, near low, curved streets, narrow alleys.

　　 The roof is covered with red pottery tiles, and the streets and lanes are lined with long rows of hand-plastered walls.

　　 They like arcs.

　　 Wave-like small arches, reef-like arc cornices, and arc-shaped long walls inspired by the bay can be seen everywhere in the streets and lanes, demonstrating the pro-sea characteristics of this country.

　　 There is also a balcony decorated with iron art, pottery art pendants, and green plants, as well as painted walls and colorful bricks in light and warm colors, which also let people see the heart of the Spanish sun.

　　 This is a very likable nation...

　　If they are not so unconventional in their business, they might be more likable.

　　 The two came to the small square again, and it was already dark.

　　 The caravan of the Roma made a semicircle in a quiet corner of the square, without feeling the slightest anger.

　　 Lorraine shrugged regretfully: "I may not see Flamenco today."

　　 Henna did not immediately respond.

　　 She frowned and looked at a dark alley not far away, motionless.

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

　　 "Shhh, I seem to hear white ears."

　　 "White ears?"

　　 Lorraine Wu remembered the dead skinny little black cat last night, and vaguely heard the meow in the dark alley.

　　 It’s just that the sound is too far away, it’s so far away that it’s impossible to tell whether it's a meowing or a baby's crying. As for which cat is calling...

　　 "Henna, Bermeo is not a big deal, but it's a cat that came across..."

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

　　 Before a word of help had landed, Hina rushed into the dark alley.

　　 Lorraine stared at the tuxedo on his body and the umbrella in his palm, and gave a wry smile.

　　 "Next time I go to Stavanger, I have to go to Mr. Martini and order an umbrella sword..."

　　……

　　 Quxiang, endless.

　　 Lorraine chased Henna in the deep and long narrow lanes of Bermeo.

The tall top hat has long been lost, and his pure white curly hair was thrown on the ground. In order to run more neatly, he even unbuttoned the waistcoat, letting the dress spread into flowers, hunting like Henna's overalls. ring

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

　　 Henna is in the sky.

　　 Scattered debris was piled up everywhere in the narrow alley. She didn't want to run smoothly, so she jumped up, stepped on the scattered balconies on both sides of the street, and folded in like a cat.

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

　　 One jumped on top, the other bumped on the bottom, two or three miles away was fleeting, they finally followed the cat's cry and locked a dark back alley in the narrow alley.

　　 This is a decapitated back lane, less than two meters wide, with four or five floors of buildings on both sides.

　　 There are a large number of wooden boards and wooden boxes piled up in the alley.

　　 These tall piles are gloomy in the night, like man-made mountains, firmly blocking the exit of the alley.

The popularity inside 　　 is surprisingly strong.

The Roma girl I saw yesterday leaned back against the debris in the alley, trembling and panicking, holding a deep purple crystal ball the size of an orange in both hands, and meowing on her shoulders, calling Lorraine He Na draws the white ears here.

She 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 dagger, protecting her, covered in blood and bruised. .

　　 They are in danger, and the opponent is stuck at the other end of the street.

　　 There are five opponents, each of whom is as strong as the man who protects her, holding a short sword, wearing sackcloth and a square hat.

　　 They are all Roma.

　　 Lorraine was a little distracted for a while, and the first reaction that popped out of his mind was...the Roma are in conflict?

　　 Before he could understand, Henna, who was high above, had already jumped off the artificial cliff and fell between the girl and the man who protected him with a hula. Before he even thought about it, he drew the knife and stabbed the man in the side of the neck.

　　The spray of blood splashed all over the wall.

　　 The man fell softly and died unclearly, Henna stood up straight, holding the knife with her back to the girl.

　　 She said: "Take a break, it's safe."

　　 The young girl, like listening to the sound of the sky, relaxes her tight body.

　　 She leaned weakly on the pile of debris, sweating like a slurry, and only a few moments stained large spots on her clothes.

　　 Lorraine had no idea what was going on.

　　 Two gangs of Roma fought, Hina intervened and stabbed the girl’s protector to death~www.wuxiamtl.com~ but the girl was neither frightened nor frightened, but relaxed as if liberated.

　　This situation...Which one is Henna going to help?

　　 He didn't have a headache for too long.

　　 With a stunned effort, the five big guys howled and rushed towards Hina. Hina raised her foot and hooked out the corpse on the ground. In this way, she made it clear to Lorraine about the relationship between ourselves and the enemy.

　　 "Help women, beat men, tsk tsk..."

　　 Lorraine threw out his umbrella.

　　 The folded umbrella was like a javelin and a sharp arrow, and it didn't hit any enemies.

　　 It wiped everyone's faces, passed through the crowd from the gap between the heads, and slammed straight against the corpse that Hina had hooked.

　　 The inertia is still there, the road ahead is blocked, the huge umbrella cover slams open, and the black oil cloth fills the narrow alley, forcibly creating a barrier in the center of the alley, dividing the inside and the outside, the male and the female into two halves.

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

　　 "Dear sirs, your opponent...here."

　　 The battle ended very quickly.

Although Lorraine is one opponent to five, and although the opponent has a sword in his hand, it is impossible for two people to go out in the too narrow alley. The so-called five-on-one is just five consecutive one-on-one encounters, and the opponent can even run. Nowhere to run.

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

　　 Repeated five rounds, the battle was over, Lorraine didn't even wrinkle his clothes, and a bunch of Roma were already lying on the ground.

　　 Shi Shiran shook the tuxedo skirt, smoothed the collar corners that turned up, and retracted the black umbrella with a click.

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