On the mountain road, Hoffa drove silently, with mixed feelings in his heart. Originally, he thought that this was just a 50-gallon escort mission, pushing a wheelchair to travel around the mountains and rivers to Barcelona, ​​and then come back.

, Galleons are obtained.

But it wasn't until the guy peed in his pants that Hoffa realized that making money, even if it was just 50 gold galleons, was no easy task.

As a disabled person who can only move his brain, Silby does not have the ability to control his bowel movements.

After the first crazy night, Hoffa did not dare to touch another drop of water for Silby. At around nine o'clock in the morning, the three of them entered a roadside rest stop.

Hoffa originally wanted to buy some food here and rest for a while before continuing.

But when he entered this small town, he found that there was no one in the town. This small town had long been dilapidated and deserted, with empty streets. Not to mention people, there was not even a ghost in sight.

The wooden houses in the town were covered with bullet marks, and there were huge gaps in the ground caused by shells. From time to time, Hoffa could see one or two corpses lying in the shadows.

Some corpses were even hanging on the glass windows, wearing cyan military uniforms, and some were lying on damaged and rusted vehicles, as if they had merged with the cold metal.

There were rotten and broken limbs everywhere on the ground.

The air smelled of death and decay.

Hoffa slowed down the car, slowly walked around a trench, and murmured: "What is going on here?"

What are these situations?

Hoffa murmured to himself that apart from watching movies, he had never seen so many bones.

"This country has just finished the civil war, and there are too many places like this." Silby sighed from the back seat.

"But just drive forward, it won't be like this in big cities."

civil war?

It's war again.

Faced with such a scene, Hoffa had no choice but to give up his rest plan, speed up and leave this wasteland.

On the way, Hoffa saw many such dilapidated towns, and there were also some destroyed tanks and aircraft wreckage on the road.

For some reason, Hoffa saw red swastikas on some tanks, which he couldn't understand.

I was clearly in Spain, so why did I see German vehicles? World War II hadn't even started yet. Could it be that this country was already at odds with Germany?

Finally, around 11 noon.

Pedestrians and vehicles began to appear in Hoffa's sight, and the surrounding environment and town came back to life.

The heavy and solemn atmosphere faded, and they arrived in Granada, a city in southern Spain.

This city is located in the famous Sierra Nevada Mountains. At the foot of the mountains, Hoffa can see layers of ancient buildings built against the mountains.

After entering the city, Silby resumed his activity.

He stuck out his tongue, pointed to the palace with red brick walls in the distance and said, "That's the Alhambra, built by the Moors in the first century."

Hoffa glanced at the palace, then turned back to the co-pilot out of the corner of his eye.

Compared to the palace of the ancients, he was more worried about the mental state of this senior. Ever since that crazy night, she had always had a look of extreme disgust on her face.

"Are you okay?" Hoffa asked worriedly.

"Stop the car," she said coldly.

The black car was parked on the side of the road. There were not many cars in this era, or very few. A black car was eye-catching enough, not to mention that the car was missing a door.

Some Spanish women passing by looked with shocked eyes as a tall woman wearing a green nightgown got out of the car with a cold face. The story that happened in the car made their imaginations wander.

Hoffa rolled down the window and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Buy clothes and take a shower."

As she spoke, she took out her wand and tapped Hoffa's shoulder.

"I left a trace of a tracking magic beacon. Don't go too far with this trash."

After saying that, she strode away without looking back.

Silby kept watching Osivia leave, and he suddenly asked: "You are Ravenclaw, right?"

Hoffa was surprised. Few people would recognize that he was a Ravenclaw at a glance. Most people would think that he was a Gryffindor.

"Why didn't you say I was Gryffindor?"

"Gryffindor?" Silby glared and smiled, "No, believe me, brother, you don't look like Gryffindor at all, not at all."

"Okay, I'm Ravenclaw."

"You look very much like Ronay," Silby whispered.

Hoffa shrugged. All he could think about now was eating and resting.

For the mysophobic senior sister from the Snake Garden, neatness is a more important issue than a full stomach.

But not Hoffa. He was already starving after a long journey. He had been busy all night yesterday and had traveled for a long time. He couldn't wait to have a meal and then find a hotel to rest.

He decided to find a restaurant first.

Soon, Hoffa saw a fast food restaurant on the street.

The shop windows are filled with all kinds of hams, sausages, cheeses, salmon, cuttlefish, barnacles, and other seafood that Hoffa can't even name.

If you want to complete the escort mission, you must first fill your stomach.

He parked the car in front of the fast food restaurant and then pushed Silby into the restaurant.

As soon as he entered the restaurant, the rich aroma rushed into Hoffa's nose. The aroma of olive oil, garlic, pepper, and other condiments made him salivate.

He hurriedly pushed Sylby to a seat by the window and began calling for the waiter.

Hearing his call, a male waiter with a red neck and a white apron turned his head quite coldly and stood next to Hoffa.

"?Quiereseralgo?"

(What do you want?)

"Menu, menu!"

Hoffa couldn't understand what the other person was saying, but he motioned for the other person to bring him the menu.

The waiter shrank his hand, avoided Hoffa, and asked more coldly: "?Losbritánicos?"

(you are British?)

Huh? What are you talking about? Hoffa couldn't understand it at all, so he asked him in English: "CanyouspeakEnglish?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Hoffa felt something was wrong.

At this moment, all the diners and clerks in the restaurant turned their heads and looked at him.

The waiter's face turned completely cold.

Ten seconds later.

With a bang on the door!

As soon as Hoffa entered the restaurant, he was pushed out hard. His buttocks were still hot from sitting there, and Sylby's wheelchair was spinning on the ground before being kicked out.

“?Vesesteletrero!!?” (Can’t you see the brand?)

A shop owner wearing red clothes, a white skirt, and a chef's hat stood at the door of a fast food restaurant, banging on a sign and roaring wildly. Hoffa was confused.

"Losbritánicosyelperronopuedeentrar!!"

(No hospitality to anyone from the British Isles!!)

After scolding, the old man made an international gesture to Hoffa, spit on the ground viciously, took the spatula and walked back into the store.

Hoffa stood there blankly, completely dumbfounded.

Silby's wheelchair turned a few times and turned to Hoffa. He was not angry, but said with a smile:

"This country has been bullied miserably by the British. Half of its overseas territory has been taken away by the British. You actually dare to speak English in Spain. How brave you are."

"Then what can I say if I don't speak English?" Hoffa was shocked.

"Spanish, Valencian." Silby said casually.

“I’ve never heard of Valencia!”

Hoffa rubbed his belly and vomited bitter tears.

"Well, well, it would be good if you could speak German." Silby said.

"What...!? Why should I speak German..."

"Do you know a Spanish general named Franco?"

"Please, can you please stop telling me about history..." Hoffa said.

"What history? Just a few months ago, the Muggle leaders of Germany and Italy helped Franco to overthrow the previous government. Now, there are a large number of German troops stationed in this country.
Chapter completed!