Reborn As a Pirate

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

In another fruitless evening, Lorraine and Hana walked out of the exchange side by side, and the haze of the previous few days disappeared from their eyes.

Tomorrow, the last application for residency will be sent to the management committee. Once rejected, they will start an alternative plan to forcibly establish a friendship with Mr. Alfonso.

Anyway, don't bother with those damn Spanish exchanges anymore.

The seven orifices are connected, and the mood is smooth.

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

"I want to see flamenco."

"Roma?"

"Roma!"

As far as today is concerned, the small square of the Roma is a bit far away, but the two are not in a hurry, so they walk arm in arm in the bustling streets of Bermeo.

Spanish architecture is still very distinctive, far high, near low, curved streets, narrow alleys.

The roof is covered with terracotta tiles, and there are long rows of hand-plastered walls on both sides of the street.

They like arcs.

Wave-like small arches, reef-like arc cornices, and arc-shaped long walls inspired by the bay can be seen everywhere on the streets and alleys, highlighting the sea-friendly characteristics of this country.

There are also decorations of iron art, pottery pendants, a step-by-step balcony full of green plants, and painted walls and colored bricks in light and warm colors, which make people see the sunny heart of the Spaniards.

This is a very pleasing nation...

It might be more likable if their business was less unconventional.

The two came back to the small square, and it was already night.

The Roma caravan circled quietly in a semicircle at a corner of the square, feeling no anger at all.

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

Hannah didn't respond right away.

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

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

"Hush, I seem to hear white ears."

"White ears?"

Luo Linwu thought of the little black cat with a snarky face last night, and vaguely heard the cat meowing in the dark alley.

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

"Hina, although Bermeo is not big, he is a cat I met by chance..."

"It's it." Haina closed her eyes, frowning deeply, "I can hear it calling for help!"

Before a word of "help" landed, Hai Na rushed into the dark alley.

Lorraine stared blankly at the tuxedo on her body and the umbrella in her hand, and smiled wryly.

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

...

Quxiang, endless.

Lorraine ran after Henna's footsteps in the deep and long narrow alleys of Bermeo.

He had lost his tall top hat a long time ago, and his pure white curly hair was also thrown on the ground. In order to run more quickly, he even unbuttoned his vest, allowing the dress to scatter into flowers like Hannah's smock. ring

But even so, he could barely catch Henna's figure.

Henna is in the sky.

There were scattered debris piled up everywhere in the narrow alley, and she felt that her running was not smooth, so she jumped up, stepped on the scattered balconies on both sides of the street, and folded in like a cat.

Naturally, Lorraine can't achieve her lightness, he only has the most brutal way, go straight!

One jumped up, the other bumped down, and the distance of two or three miles passed in a flash. Finally, following the cat's meow, they locked on a side and dark alley in the narrow alley.

This is a broken back alley, less than two meters wide, with four or five-story buildings on both sides.

There are a lot of wooden boards and wooden boxes piled up in the alley, put together, carefully wrapped by the owner with oilcloth, and covered with old nets on the oilcloth,

Put something heavy on it.

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

The popularity inside is surprisingly strong.

The Roma girl I saw yesterday was leaning against the debris in the alley, trembling and panicking, holding a deep purple crystal ball the size of an orange in both hands, meowing on her shoulders, calling Lorraine And Henna attracts the white ears here.

Her whole body was stiff, her black eyes glowed with a slight purple light under the reflection of the crystal ball, and a strong man was reflected in the clear pupil film, holding a dagger, protecting her, covered in blood and cuts and bruises all over her body. .

They are in danger, and the opponent is 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 his mind was... Are the Roma fighting among themselves?

Before he could figure it out, the lofty Henna had already jumped down from the man-made cliff, and landed between the girl and the man protecting him with a whoosh. Without even thinking about it, she drew out her knife and stabbed it straight into the man's side neck.

The sprayed blood splattered all over the wall.

The man fell limply, dying inexplicably, Hana stood up straight, and turned her back to the girl with the knife.

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

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

She leaned feebly on the pile of debris, sweating like slurry, and after a while, large stains were stained on her clothes.

Lorraine had no idea what was going on.

Two gangs of Roma were in conflict, and Hana intervened and stabbed the girl's protector to death, but the girl was neither frightened nor terrified, but relaxed as if relieved.

In this situation... who is Hana planning to help?

He didn't have this headache for too long.

After a moment of stupefaction, the five big men howled and rushed towards Haina, who raised her foot and hooked the corpse on the ground. In this way, the relationship between the enemy and the enemy was clarified to Lorraine.

"Helping women, beating men, tsk tsk..."

Lorraine swung out his umbrella.

The folded big umbrella was like a javelin and a sharp arrow, without hitting any enemy.

It wiped everyone's faces, passed through the crowd from head to head, and hit the corpse hooked by Hana straight and hard.

The inertia is still there, the road ahead is blocked, the huge canopy pops open, black tarpaulins block the narrow alley, and a barrier is forcibly created in the center of the alley, dividing the inside and outside, men and women into two halves.

The gentleman in a tuxedo slowly buttoned up his vest, raised his arms, and bowed to everyone.

"Dear gentlemen, your opponent ... is here."

The battle ended quickly.

Although Lorraine is one against five, and even though the opponent has a sword in his hand, the alley is too narrow for two people to go out together. The so-called five-on-one is just five consecutive one-on-one encounters, and the opponent can't even run. nowhere to run.

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

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

He shook the skirt of the tuxedo Shi Shiran, smoothed the turned-up collar, and with a click, retracted the black umbrella.

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