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

In another dusk of no gains, Lorraine and Henna walked out of the exchange side by side, and the haze of the previous few days disappeared in their eyes.

Tomorrow, they will issue their last application to the Management Committee for business. Once rejected, they will prepare to launch an alternative plan and forcibly establish a friendship with Mr. Alfonso.

Anyway, I will never be angry at those damn Spanish exchanges again.

Once the seven orifices are opened, the mood will be smooth.

Lorraine asked Henna with a smile: "What do you want to eat tonight?"

"I want to see Flamengo."

"Roma?"

"Roma!"

Today, the Roma square is a bit far away, but the two of them are not in a hurry and walk in each other's bustling streets and alleys of Belmeo.

Spanish architecture is still very distinctive, with far highs, near lows, curved streets, and narrow alleys.

The roof is covered with red pottery tiles, and long rows of hand-made plastered walls on both sides of the streets.

They like arc shapes.

The small arches like waves, the arc eaves like reefs, and the arc-shaped walls inspired by the bay can be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys, demonstrating the country's pro-sea characteristics.

There are also hangers decorated with iron and ceramic pendants, one-step balcony filled with green plants, as well as light and warm painted walls and colored bricks, which also make people see the Spanish's hearts cheerfulness towards the sun.

This is a very flattering nation...

If they weren't so unconventional in their business, they might be more likable.

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

The Roma caravan quietly circled in a semicircle in a corner of the square, and could not feel any anger.

Lorraine shrugged regretfully: "I probably can't see Flamengo today."

Henna did not respond immediately.

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

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

"Shh, I seem to hear white ears."

"White ears?"

Lorraine suddenly remembered the deadly black cat last night, and vaguely heard the cat's meow in the dark alley.

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

"Hena, although Belmeo is not big, he is a cat he met by chance..."

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

Before the word "rescue" was landed, Henna rushed into the dark alley.

Lorraine stared at the tuxedo on her body and the umbrella in her palm, and smiled bitterly.

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

...

The winding alley is endless.

Lorraine ran after Henna's footsteps in the deep and long narrow alley of Belmeo.

The tall hat had been lost long ago, and his pure white curly hair was thrown on the ground. In order to run more easily, he even unbuttoned the vest and let the dress scatter into flowers, making a sound like Henna's garment.

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

Henna is in the sky.

There were scattered debris everywhere in the narrow alley. She felt that it was not smooth to run, so she jumped up, stepped on the scattered balconies on both sides of the streets and alleys, and turned into the balcony like a cat.

Lorraine naturally couldn't do the lightness of her. He had the most rude way to go straight!

One jumped above and the other hit below, two or three miles away in a flash, and they finally followed the cat's cry and locked in a dark and dark back 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 were a large number of wooden boards and wooden boxes piled up in the alley, which were packed together, and the owner carefully wrapped the oil cloth with an old net on it, pressing heavy objects on it.

This tall pile is gloomy under the night, like an artificial mountain, firmly blocking the exit of the alley.

The popularity inside is surprisingly high.

The girl Roma I saw yesterday leaned against the debris in the alley, trembling and panicking. She held a deep purple crystal ball the size of an orange with both hands, and meowed on her shoulders, attracting Lorraine and Henna to her white ears.

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

They are in danger, and their opponents are blocking the other side of the streets.

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

They are all Roma.

Lorraine was a little distracted for a moment, and the first reaction that popped out of her mind was... Are there internal strife in the Roma people?

Before he could figure it out, Henna, who was tall and above, had jumped off the artificial cliff, landed between the girl and the man who protected him with a huh. She pulled out the knife and stabbed it straight into the man's neck without thinking.

The sprayed blood splattered the walls.

The man fell down softly and died inexplicably. Henna stood up straight, holding the knife to the girl.

She said: "It's safe to take a break."

The girl was listening to the sound of the sky, and her tight body was then relaxed.

She leaned weakly against the pile of debris, sweating like slurry, and in just a short while she dyed large stains on her clothes.

Lorraine had no idea what was going on.

The two gangs of Roma were in conflict, and Henna intervened and stabbed the girl's protector to death with one knife. But the girl was neither surprised nor afraid, but instead relaxed as if she was relieved.

In this situation...Which head is Henna planning to help?

He didn't have a headache for it for too long.

After a moment of silence, the five big men howled and rushed towards Henna. Henna raised her foot and hooked the corpse on the ground, using this method to clarify the relationship between us and us.

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

Lorraine raised her hand and threw out his umbrella.

The closed umbrella looked like a javelin like a sharp arrow, and did not hit any enemies.

It rubbed everyone's faces, passed through the crowd from the gap between the head, and hit the corpse that was hooked by Henna straight and heavily.

Inertia is still there, the road ahead is blocked, the huge umbrella covers the narrow alley, and black oil cloth is blocking the narrow alley, creating a barrier in the center of the alley, dividing the inside and outside, men and women in half.

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

"Dear gentlemen, your opponents... are here."

The battle ended very quickly.

Although Lorraine fought against five, and although the opponent had a sword in his hand, it was impossible for the overly narrow alley to allow two people to go out together. The so-called five-on-one is just five consecutive one-on-one encounters, and the opponent has nowhere to run.

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

Repeat five rounds, the battle ended, Lorraine didn't even wrinkle her clothes, and there were already a bunch of Roma people lying down on the ground.

He shook the collar of the tuxedo, smoothed the corner of the neck, and clicked, and took back the black umbrella.

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