"What happened? Was Miss Dogian harassed?" Tolkien and Logan squeezed through the crowd and walked over. They consciously protected Zhao Mai behind them. Logan waved to the onlookers and roared to drive them away: "What are you doing around you? Bloat!"

"It's nothing, a little conflict. It's not worth telling the story of a little hooligan. Have you bought a ticket?"

"I didn't buy a cabin in the afternoon, but it was just a deck position, but it passed in a few hours." Tolkien pointed to Ador: "He is big and it's too uncomfortable inside the cabin. Why not everyone should have a breath of wind on the deck together."

"Ado." Although he wore a belt that changed his body shape, Ado was two meters tall, and in everyone's eyes he was still a giant. He couldn't buy clothes he could wear on the dock, so he could only find a tailor to do it as fast as possible.

The same tailor also wants to make a set of clothes for Dogian. Women in this era can only wear skirts. Although the wide skirts that were decades ago were no longer popular, and war also made women's clothing more comfortable and practical, making pants for women is still incomprehensible. "I think the clothes Miss Dogian wore before did not match her identity. When she went out in pajamas, she might be considered... to be in that line." Tolkien said very tactfully: "I know you care a lot about her, but Mike, she is just your maid, right?"

"I understand that aesthetic views will take years to develop, but why can't they be customized? I'm not not giving him money." Zhao Mai was almost considered a lunatic in the tailor. If it weren't for the sake of the pound and francs, he would have been kicked out.

"Let me talk." Tolkien led everyone to the tailor's shop, describing Dogian as his distant cousin from Egypt. He was accustomed to riding a horse like a man (a lady's side mount) so he needed special pants.

Logan leaned outside the door, smoking a cigar, and said to Zhao Mai: "I discovered that you, like me, are not from this world at all. I am an antique from the previous world. What about you? I suddenly became very interested in the East world, maybe when will I go and see it."

"Welcome to go there, but now may not be a good time for travel. Alas, it's a pity that I can't go back." Zhao Mai blew a light breath and blew away the smoke that was shrouded in: "I may have to stay in Europe for a while, and maybe I will go to America, but I just can't go back. I have to find a way to pass the time... The Magic School is a good other party."

"I didn't expect you to be so unfree. And you're right, it's a headache to pass the time." Logan took a deep breath of cigarettes and said with smoke: "Just like me, I can't die, and I don't even need to eat, drink, defecate and urinate. I have to find something to do."

"So you keep fighting?"

"War is the eternal theme of human beings, right? I will always have something to do?" Logan laughed twice and said, "I think one day there will be a weapon that can kill me, so war is the only thing that can surprise me! Only here can I feel the threat of death and feel that I am alive!"

"You are abnormal, physically and mentally, and I am not just your immortality and self-healing." Zhao Mai said to Logan: "I can feel the influence of nature's power on living things, but in addition to the ability of self-healing, the natural force left in you, there is also anger, just like a curse. Your vitality is quite unnatural, so nature is subtly pushing you to the path of self-destruction. I have tried it, and I can't transform you into your state, and it can't even simulate transformation. Natural Force forbid me to do that. Therefore, I can be convinced that you will want to fight at all times. That is not your ideological requirement, but your physical requirement. It is nature cursing you to do this."

"You're right, this is a curse." Logan nodded: "If one day I can see nature, I will fuck her!"

"Ha! You may have such a day, especially if you live for such a long time." Zhao Mai nodded.

While the two were talking and waiting, they came to the door. The ronin, whose nose was broken, was entangled with his partner. A group of Japanese people wearing British Naval Academy uniforms surrounded him and surrounded Zhao Mai at the door of the garment shop.

"Logan, look." Zhao Mai said: "This is the character of the Japanese. They do not admit defeat, but only admit death in battle."

"I just happened to have itchy hands, I'll beat them up!"

"No need, let them clamor over there." Zhao Mai grabbed Logan. "Show you a good show, what is subtle hypnosis."

Zhao Mai put one hand on his temple and used his psychic power to influence the thinking of these people, causing them to become more and more excited, but at the same time they abide by Bushido and will not attack before the other party accepts the challenge. As the volume continues to increase, English words can no longer meet their oral needs, and large segments of Japanese gush out.

The onlookers who did not know the truth gave the insults psychological satisfaction, and sent them to the cloud little by little, but there was always a lack of a point of explosion. Zhao Mai leaned against the door, and Logan and Tolkien frowned and looked at all, not knowing how to end. They knew that Zhao Mai only needed to snap his fingers to turn the neck of the group of people all over the circle. But in front of so many witnesses, the sudden twisting of his neck could not be explained.

Maybe because he felt that the abuse was not effective enough, a Japanese man suddenly knelt down and opened his clothes to expose his chest. Just when everyone was confused, he swung his knife and stabbed him in, showing his inner self in broad daylight. Because of the pain, he was extremely excited and grabbed the blood in his stomach and threw it towards Zhao Mai.

Zhao Mai did not move, allowing blood to splatter on his feet. Then, under the influence of his spiritual power, the people around him knelt down one by one, excitedly cut open his abdomen, and then threw it with blood. The onlookers never thought that such a scene would happen. Many had vomited, and others hurried to call a doctor in the spirit of humanitarianism.

The last man did not carry a sword. He took out his gun and pointed it at his head. Everyone clearly watched him adjust his position, as if he had calculated the parabola of blood splashing after the shooting. Then, with a gunshot, all the noise stopped.

"The protection of the mind must always be the first priority. Do you understand now?" Zhao Mai said to Tolkien and Logan: "You two always don't believe in this kind of power. The power of the mind is like a gun and a fist, and it can definitely be controlled. There is a difference between guns and boxing skills. You may not be as proficient as me, but there is no way you can't learn it. We have a while to go to Oxford, so you should get started."

Logan nodded vigorously, so did Tolkien.

"The Japanese who had collective caesarean section" was on the newspaper that day and occupied a corner of the third page. Because the pictures on the scene were too shocking, the report soon spread in Europe. Since Zhao Mai and others left the scene early, no one knew the cause of the incident. Finally, the owner of the clothing store stood up and said that the incident was caused by making horse trousers for a beautiful lady.
Chapter completed!