Sword and Magic and Taxi

No one can learn what he does! Logan pounded the table hard, attracting attention.

The group arrived at Dunkirk, which decades later would become famous as the site of a major evacuation. Now it was just a busy port, an important link between Britain and France. Logan and Tolkien were sitting in a tavern next to the busy port, with a group of soldiers who were also returning home.

Tolkien was still wearing a civilian military uniform with only the rank of staff sergeant, but because he and the tavern waiter shared the same hometown, he was able to get a comfortable seat by the window. Several officers with higher military ranks than Tolkien were standing in front of the bar. They had glanced over several times, and the meaning behind them was obvious. So Tolkien motioned to Logan to lower his voice to avoid causing trouble.

Logan kicked off the meat between his teeth with his nails, poured himself another glass of whiskey, and shook his head vigorously: Mike is too mysterious, don't you think? His set of things like concentration, meditation, and looking at pictures and imagining things is that useful?

Tolkien shook his head. He had not been able to discover psychic abilities. The group set out from Luxembourg, and Zhao Mai began to teach the two people psychic powers, but with little effect - or no progress at all. Tolkien felt that his concentration had improved and his energy was better, as if he had had a good sleep, but no strange phenomena occurred due to this. Logan was even worse, with every attempt to meditate ending in a rage, as if be quiet would trigger the command let's fight. Fortunately, Logan couldn't beat Zhao Mai, especially before he learned to fly, so the safety of the group was still guaranteed.

You're not implying that Mike deliberately taught you wrong, are you? Tolkien didn't like this year, but he still said it.

There is a possibility, but I don't think so. Deception is done for a purpose. What is he trying to do? Logan waved his hand, took out a cigar from his pocket, broke off a piece, and then held it in his mouth. Light it slowly with a match in your mouth. He took a sip, spit on the ground, and then said: I have been caught doing experiments before, drawing blood, cutting internal organs, and opening heads. I have experienced this kind of thing. But Mike didn't do that. He pushed me to spread his fingers and waved them over and over again in front of my eyes. Can you tell the truth? I think the most likely possibility is that his set of things are not suitable for our physique. After all, he has yellow skin.

I feel the same way. Tolkien nodded. He tilted his head and looked out the window, then suddenly stood up and said, Logan, the ticket office is open, let's go there!

Can't you go by yourself? Logan muttered, but still stood up, drank the remaining wine in the glass in one gulp, and followed.

THE·CHE can be driven directly from the bottom of the sea, but Tolkien thought it was better to buy a ticket and go through the customs, so as to avoid future troubles. After all, it is still a war period, and someone may check your ID at any time while walking on the street. If there is no approval stamp on the entry, you are likely to be arrested.

Zhao Mai has a letter of introduction, but he still lacks the 1918 passport. Because of his extremely long life, Logan always needs a new passport, so he happens to have some connections. Although he spent a lot of money, Zhao Mai finally had all his identity documents ready. He took Aduo, Xiaohua and Duojian to purchase some clothes and supplies of this era. Of course, the more important thing is to buy weapons of this era. During the war, the streets were full of guns. If you didn't carry some on your back, you would look out of place. Rogen protected Tolkien as he purchased passenger ship tickets for several people. The two of them kept wondering why they didn't check in the entire car. Zhao Mai just smiled and didn't answer.

In the eyes of Tolkien and Logan, Zhao Mai is a mysterious oriental man with secrets all over his body.

After entering 1918, the war situation became increasingly clear, and the Allied Powers gained increasing advantage. Although a coup broke out in Tsarist Russia, a group of people with nothing seized power, causing Russia to withdraw from the war. However, Germany failed to seize this opportunity. Its diplomatic efforts were undermined by impulsive generals, resulting in Germany still unable to get rid of the embarrassing situation of fighting on two fronts. Britain and France had consolidated their fronts near the border, and the weapon of tanks gave the Allies confidence of victory. In addition, the United States entered the war and began sending troops to Europe last year, greatly increasing the military strength of the Allied Powers.

Tolkien also knew that China, thousands of miles away, also sent people to participate in the war. Although they were just laborers to do some logistics and construction work, it was still a gesture. In his heart, he agreed with some of Mike's words. For example, Mike was different from all the oriental faces he had seen in Europe. In particular, he had a strong self-confidence and the calmness to face all problems, which is not something ordinary people can have.

Strangely, Tolkien had a feeling that Mike would have a much smoother time learning magic than him, even if he was British and Zhao Mai was only Chinese. If the Orientals learned magic from them, would they build a powerful civilization? Napoleon warned about the power of the East, and could Zhao Mai be Prometheus who stole the fire of power? Until the two of them finished the formalities and squeezed out of the crowd with their ferry tickets, he was still filled with these strange thoughts.

Logan's nose wrinkled suddenly, I have a bad feeling. You go back to the hotel first, and I'll go over there and take a look!

Let's go together! Tolkien was full of adventurous spirit. He patted the Webley wheel on his waist, I have it!

Logan smiled and the two of them moved forward quickly. They soon discovered a thick wall of people, and it was Zhao Mai who was surrounded in the middle.

An American officer pointed the Colt at Zhao Mai's forehead, and Zhao Mai opened his hands and gently placed them by his side. The one holding the weapon was nervous, but the one with empty hands looked relaxed. There was an unconscious Eastern man lying on the ground (life or death unknown). A slightly curved curved sword in his hand was broken into two parts, and the bridge of his nose was broken into at least three sections.

Cowboy, although you see my empty hands now, you don't know what these bare hands can do. Zhao Mai said to him: If you want to pull the trigger, I welcome you to try. If you don't want to, Just take the muzzle away, otherwise your bullet will go into your own head. You have five seconds to think about it, don't say it unpredictably.

Zhao Mai lowered his head slightly and put his forehead directly on the muzzle of the gun. The ice energy transformed by the natural force gathered on the forehead and began to freeze along the barrel of the gun. The power of the White Walkers can turn metal weapons into broken ice, and Zhao Mai really wants to try its effect on bullets. However, the American on the opposite side was obviously very smart. He quickly calmed down and immediately removed the muzzle of the gun.

I'm not going to hit an unarmed person, the officer said. That's not moral.

Well, I agree. Zhao Mai nodded, pointed to the unconscious warrior on the ground, and said: You'd better educate your followers not to yell about drawing swords. Just take a look, don't point at them. My woman reaches out.”

He looked down at the food reserves and said, If you encounter this situation in the future, just bite off your hand. Don't let me worry about it.

Woof!