The luck brought by the Black Cat doesn't seem to be enough to pry down the tight trade barriers of Belle Mayo.
In the dusk of another all-or-nothing day, Lorraine and Hina walked out of the Exchange shoulder to shoulder, their eyes recoiling from the gloom of the previous days.
A final application for a business residency will be sent to the MC tomorrow, and once it is rejected, they are prepared to activate the alternative option of forcing a friendship with Mr. Alfonso.
Anyway, no more aggravation on those damn Spanish exchanges.
The seven orifices are in a good mood.
Lorraine smiled and asked Hina, "What do you want to eat tonight?"
"Want to see flamenco."
"Roma?"
"Roma!"
For the day, the little square of the Roma was a bit far away, only the two were not in a hurry, so they walked on each other's arm through the bustling, busy streets of Bellemeo.
Spain's architecture is still very distinctive, far high, near low, curved streets, narrow alleys.
The roofs are covered with red ceramic barrel tiles and the streets are lined with long rows of hand-plastered walls.
They like the arc type.
Wave-like arches, reef-like gables, and long curved walls inspired by the bay can be seen all over the streets and lanes, emphasizing the country's pro-sea character.
There is also a step balcony decorated with iron and ceramic hangings, filled with greenery, as well as painted walls and colored tiles in light and warm colors, which again gives a glimpse of the Spanish heart's sunny cheerfulness.
This is a very likeable people ...
They might be more likeable if they didn't do business in such a new and innovative way.
The two of them re-arrived at the small square, and it was already nightfall.
The Roma caravans were circling quietly in a semicircle in one corner of the square, feeling no semblance of life.
Lorraine shrugged regretfully, "I probably won't see flamenco today."
Hina didn't respond right away.
She frowned, puzzled, and looked down a dark alley not far away, not moving.
Lorraine was a little surprised, "Hina, you ..."
"Shh, I think I hear white ears."
"White ears?"
Lorraine Woods remembered the deadbeat little black cat from last night, and vaguely, sure enough, she heard a cat calling in the dark alley.
It was just that the sound was so far away, so far away that it was impossible to tell whether it was a cat's cry or a baby's cry, and as for which cat was actually screaming ...
"Hina, Belle Mayo is not a big cat, but an occasional cat ..."
"It is." Hina closed her eyes and frowned deeply, "I can hear it calling for help!"
Before a word of rescue could land, Hina lunged into the dark alley.
Lorraine froze, looking at the tuxedo she was wearing and the umbrella in her hand, and let out a bitter laugh.
"Gonna have to order an umbrella sword from Mr. Martini next time I'm in Stavanger ..."
...
Curved alleys, no end.
Lorraine ran after Haina's footsteps through the deep, long, narrow alleys of Bellemeo.
The high bowler hat had long since been lost, the pure white curls thrown to the ground, and to make a better run he had even unbuttoned his armor, leaving the gown to fall apart into flowers, and hunt like Hena's smocked coat
But even then, he could barely crash Hina's figure.
Hina is in the sky.
There were bits of debris piled up everywhere in the narrow alley, and when she didn't feel like running, she jumped up, stepped on the scattered step balconies on either side of the street, and folded in like a cat.
Lorraine naturally couldn't do something as light as her, he only had the most ru approach, straight in!
With one jumping above and the other bumping below, the two or three miles passed in a flash, and they finally followed the cat's purr and locked onto a remote and dark back alley in a narrow lane.
This is a broken back alley, less than two meters wide, both sides are full of four or five-story buildings.
A large number of boards and crates were piled up in the alley, gathered together, and carefully wrapped by the owner with a tarpaulin, over which old nets were covered and pressed with heavy weights.
This tall pile was gloomy in the night, like a man-made mountain, firmly blocking the exit of the alley.
It was surprisingly popular inside.
The Roma girl she'd seen yesterday was leaning her back against the debris blocking the alley, shivering and panicked, holding a deep purple crystal ball the size of an orange in both hands, and resting on her shoulder were the white ears that had meowed and drawn Lorraine and Hina here.
Her entire body was rigid, her black eyes glowing faintly purple in the crystal ball's reflection, her clear pupils reflecting a strong man, holding a short sword, shielding her, covered in blood and bruises.
They are in danger and their opponents are blocking the other end of the street.
There were five opponents, each as strong as the man who protected her, armed with short swords and dressed in sackcloth and square hats.
They are all Roma.
Lorraine was a little distracted for a moment, and the first thought that popped into his head was ... the Romulans have imploded?
Without waiting for him to figure it out, the towering Hina had jumped down from the man-made crag, landing with a huff between the young girl and the man protecting him, and without thinking, she drew her knife and stabbed it straight into the side of the man's neck.
Sprayed blood splattered all over the walls.
The man fell limply, dead, and Hina stood up straight, holding the knife with her back to the young girl.
She said, "Take a break, it's safe."
The young girl was like listening to the sound of heaven, and her tense body then relaxed.
She leaned helplessly against the pile of debris, sweating like a pulp and staining her clothes with large stains in just a moment.
Lorraine was completely confused as to what was going on.
The two gangs of Roma infight and Hina intervenes, stabbing the young girl's protector to death, but the girl is neither shocked nor horrified, instead relaxing as if relieved.
Which end of this situation ... Haina actually intends to help?
He didn't have a headache about it for long.
With only a moment's lapse of concentration, the five big men howled and rushed at Hina, who raised her foot and hooked the body on the ground out, using this method to make the enemy relationship clear to Lorraine.
"Help a woman, beat a man, tsk tsk ..."
Lorraine raised her hand and flung out his umbrella.
The large umbrellas that closed up like javelins and arrows did not hit any of the enemies.
It grazed everyone's faces, cut through the crowd from head to head, and slammed straight and hard into the body that Hina had hooked up.
Inertia is still there, the road ahead is blocked, the large umbrella cover wowed open, black tarpaulin blocking the narrow alley, hard in the center of the alley to create a partition, inside and outside, men and women divided into two halves.
The gentleman in the tuxedo buttoned his vest slowly and methodically, raised his arm, and bowed in arrears to the crowd.
"Distinguished gentlemen, your opponent ... is here."
The battle ended quickly.
Although Lorraine to one against five, although the other hand in the hands of the sword, but too narrow alley is simply difficult to allow two people and out of the so-called five against one, but is five consecutive one-on-one narrow road, and the opponent even run no place to run.
Avoid the sword, hold your head down, slap the wall, avoid the sword, hold your head down, slap the wall ...
Repeat five rounds, the battle ended, Lorraine didn't even wrinkle his clothes, the ground was already lying down in a horizontal pile of Romulans.
He shook the lapels of his tuxedo with a flourish, smoothed out the turned-up collar corners, and, with a click, withdrew his black umbrella.
"A bowler hat, a wig, I think, I deserve a reasonable explanation."