"No one can learn his thing!" Logan pounded the table hard, attracting his eyes.

The group came to Dunkirk, which will be famous for a major retreat in decades. Now it is just a busy port, an important connecting port between Britain and France. Logan and Tolkien sat in a tavern next to the busy port, with a group of soldiers who were also going back to China.

Tolkien was also wearing a civilian uniform with only the rank of sergeant, but because he had the same hometown as the waiter in the tavern, he was able to get a comfortable seat by the window. Several officers with rank higher than Tolkien stood in front of the bar and had swept their eyes several times, and the meaning contained in it was obvious. So Tolkien signaled Logan to lower his voice to avoid causing trouble.

Logan kicked the flesh from the teeth with his nails, poured himself a cup of whiskey, and shook his head vigorously: "Mac is so mysterious, don't you think? Is his set of concentration, meditation and imaginations useful?"

Tolkien shook his head, and he was unable to discover the ability of the supernatural powers. The group set out from Luxembourg, and Zhao Mai began to teach the two of them the supernatural powers, but the results were minimal or no progress. Tolkien felt that his attention had improved and his spirits were better, just like he had a good sleep, but there was no strange phenomenon because of this. Logan was even worse than him, and every time he tried to meditate, it would end with rage, as if "quieting down" would trigger the command "Let's fight". Fortunately, Logan could not beat Zhao Mai, especially before learning to fly, so the safety of the group was guaranteed.

"You're not suggesting that Mike was deliberately teaching the wrong thing, right?" Tolkien didn't like this day, but she still said it.

"There is that possibility, but I don't think it's not. Deception is done with 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 and slowly ignited it with a match. He took a sip, spitted on the ground, and said, "I have experienced all this before, testing, blood draws, internal organs, and opens my head. But Mike didn't do that, just pushing me to open my five fingers, shaking it over and over again in front of my eyes. Can this tell me a ghost? I think the biggest possibility is that his thing is 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, suddenly stood up and said, "Logan, the ticket office is open, let's go over!"

"Can't you go by yourself?" Logan murmured, but still stood up, drank all the remaining wine in the cup, and followed.

"the·che" can be driven directly from the seabed, but Tolkien believes it is best to buy a boat ticket and go through the customs, so as to avoid future troubles. After all, it is still a war period, and people may be checked when walking on the street. If there is no stamp of consent to entry, you may be arrested.

Zhao Mai had a letter of introduction, but he still lacked the passport for 1918. Logan always needed a new passport because of his long lifespan, which happened to be a little bit of a problem. Although he spent a lot of money, Zhao Mai finally prepared his ID card. He took Adou, Xiaohua and Duojian to purchase some clothes and supplies from this era. Of course, more importantly, he went to buy weapons from this era. During the war, the streets were full of guns, and if he didn't carry some on his back, he would appear out of place. Logan protected Tolkien to buy passenger tickets for several people. The two of them had always wondered why they didn't check in the whole car, but Zhao Mai just smiled and did not answer.

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

After 1918, the war situation became clearer and the Allies' advantages became increasingly greater. Although Tsarist Russia broke out in a "coup" and a group of those who had nothing seized power, causing Russia to withdraw from the war. However, Germany was unable to seize this opportunity. Diplomacy efforts were destroyed by impulsive generals, resulting in Germany still not being able to escape the embarrassing situation of fighting on both sides. Britain and France have consolidated the front lines near the border, and tanks have brought confidence to the Allies' confidence in victory. In addition, the United States participated in the war and sent troops to Europe since last year, greatly increasing the military strength of the Allies.

Tolkien also knew that China, thousands of miles away, also sent people to participate in the war. Although it was just a laborer, doing some logistics and construction work, it was also a statement. In his heart, he agreed with some of Mike's words, such as Mike was different from all the Eastern Kongs he had seen in Europe, especially a strong self-confidence and the calmness of facing all problems, which is not something that ordinary people can have.

It was strange that Tolkien had a feeling that Mike would be much smoother than him in learning magic, even if he was an Englishman and Zhao Mai was only a Chinese. If the Easterners learned magic from them, would they build a powerful civilization? Napoleon warned about the power of the East, and would Zhao Mai be Prometheus who stole the fire of power? Until the two of them completed the procedures and squeezed out of the crowd with the boat ticket, he was still full of these strange thoughts.

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

"Go together!" Tolkien was full of adventure. He patted the Webley wheel around his waist, "I have it!"

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

A US officer pointed Colt at Zhao Mai's forehead, and Zhao Mai opened his hands and placed it gently beside him. He was nervous with his weapon, but with an empty hand, but with a relaxed look on his face. There was still an unconscious (non-knowing life and death) on the ground. A slightly curved sword on his hand was broken into two pieces, and his nose was broken into at least three pieces.

"Cowboy, although you see that I'm empty 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 it. If you don't want to, just take the gun away, otherwise your bullet will be shot into your own head. You have five seconds to consider, don't say it's not up to you."

Zhao Mai lowered his head slightly and pressed his forehead directly against the muzzle. The ice energy transformed by the natural force gathered on his forehead and began to freeze along the barrel. The power of the White Walker can turn the metal weapon into broken ice, and Zhao Mai really wanted to try its impact on the bullet. However, the Americans on the opposite side were obviously very smart, quickly calmed down and immediately moved the muzzle away.

"I won't go and fight someone who doesn't carry a weapon," the officer said. "That's not moral."

"Well, I agree." Zhao Mai nodded, pointed to the warrior who was still unconscious on the ground, and said, "You'd better educate your followers, don't yell at the slash. Just look at your eyes, don't reach out to my woman."

He looked down at the reserved grain, "In the future, if you encounter this situation, just bite your hand off, don't worry me."
Chapter completed!