Chapter 31

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

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

Send the last application to the management committee tomorrow. Once rejected, they are ready to start the alternative and forcibly establish friendship with Mr. Alfonso.

Anyway, don't go to those damn Spanish exchanges anymore.

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

Lorraine smiled and asked Haina, "what would you like to eat at night?"

"Want to see flamenco."

"Roma?"

"Roma!"

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

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

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

They like arcs.

Small arches like waves, arc cornices like reefs, and arc-shaped long walls inspired by the bay can be seen everywhere in the streets, highlighting the country's Pro sea characteristics.

There are also one-step balconies decorated with iron and ceramic pendants, filled with green plants, as well as painted walls and colored bricks dominated by light and warm colors, which let people see the freshness of the sunny heart of Spaniards.

This is a very likable nation

If they were not so innovative in business, they might be more likable.

The two returned to the small square. It was already dark.

Roma caravans are quietly circled in a semicircle at one corner of the square, without feeling any anger.

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

Haina didn't respond immediately.

She frowned and looked suspiciously at a dark lane not far away.

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

"Shh, I seem to hear white ears."

"White ears?"

Luo Linwu thought of the dead little black cat last night. Vaguely, he heard the cat barking in the dark lane.

But the sound was too far away to tell whether it was a cat barking or a baby crying. As for which cat was barking

"Haina, although belmayo is not big, it's an occasional cat..."

"It's it." Haina closed her eyes and frowned deeply. "I can hear it asking for help!"

Before a rescue word landed, Haina rushed into the dark lane.

Lorraine looked at his tuxedo and umbrella in his hand and smiled bitterly.

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

……

Winding lane, endless.

Lorraine ran after Haina in the deep and long narrow lane of belmayo.

The high hat had long been lost, and the pure white curly hair was thrown on the ground. In order to run more smoothly, he even unbuttoned his vest and let the dress scatter into flowers, hunting like Haina's smock

But even so, he can only barely fall on Haina's figure.

Hannah is in the sky.

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

Lorraine naturally can't do her lightness. He has only the rudest way to go straight!

One jumped above and the other hit below. The distance of two or three miles was fleeting. Finally, following the cry of the cat, they locked a dark back lane in the narrow lane.

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

A large number of wooden boards and boxes were stacked in the alley. They were put together and carefully wrapped by the owner with an oilcloth. An old net was covered on the oilcloth and heavy objects were pressed on it.

The high pile was gloomy in the night, like an artificial mountain, firmly blocking the exit of the alley.

The popularity inside is surprisingly strong.

The Roma girl I saw yesterday leaned against the sundries in the blocked lane, trembling and panicking, holding a dark purple crystal ball the size of an orange in both hands, meowing on her shoulders, leading Lorraine and Haina to the white ears here.

Her whole person is stiff. Her black eyes shine slightly purple under the reflection of the crystal ball. A strong man is reflected in the clear pupil membrane, holding a short sword and protecting her. She is covered with blood and bruises.

They are in danger and their opponents are blocked at the other end of the street.

There were five opponents, each as strong as the man who protected her, holding a short sword, wearing sackcloth and a square hat.

They are all Roma.

Lorraine was distracted for a moment, and the first reaction in her mind was... Roma infighting?

Before he could figure it out, Haina had jumped down from the artificial cliff and fell between the girl and the man who protected him with a hula. Without thinking about it, she took out a knife and stabbed it directly into the man's side neck.

The sprayed blood splashed all over the wall.

The man fell down softly, and her death was unclear. Haina stood up straight and held the back of the knife to the girl.

She said, "take a break. It's safe."

If the girl listens to the voice of heaven, her tight body will relax.

She leaned weakly against the pile of sundries, sweating like pulp. After a while, she dyed large spots on her clothes.

Lorraine had no idea what had happened.

Two groups of Roma fought against each other. Haina intervened and stabbed the girl's protector to death, but the girl was neither surprised nor afraid, but relaxed as if she had been relieved.

In this case... Who is Haina going to help?

He didn't have a headache for long.

With a stunned effort, the five big men howled and rushed to Haina. Haina raised her feet and hooked out the body on the ground. In this way, she clarified the relationship between the enemy and us to Lorraine.

"Help women, beat men, tut tut..."

Lorraine raised his hand and threw out his umbrella.

The folded umbrella was like a javelin and a sharp arrow. It didn't hit any enemy.

It rubbed everyone's face, passed through the crowd between head and head, and hit the body hooked up by Haina straightly and heavily.

Inertia is still there, the road ahead is blocked, the huge umbrella cover is opened, the black tarpaulin blocks the narrow lane, and forcibly creates a barrier in the center of the lane, dividing the inside and outside, men and women in half.

The gentleman in Tuxedo buttoned his vest slowly, raised his arm and bowed to the crowd.

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

The battle ended quickly.

Although Luolin is one against five, although the other party has a sword in his hand, it is difficult for them to go out together in an excessively narrow alley. The so-called five to one is just five consecutive one-to-one narrow road encounters, and the opponent has no place to run.

Avoid the sword, hold your head, shoot on the wall, avoid the sword, hold your head, shoot on the wall

Repeat five rounds, the battle is over, Lorraine didn't even wrinkle his clothes, and a pile of Roma have fallen on the ground.

He shook the skirt of his tuxedo, smoothed the turned up collar corner, clicked and took back his black umbrella.

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