"You promised?" the strange man was visibly stunned, "let me go with you and your friends?"

The monster's fierce, brutal, somewhat unclear face, the beetle-like eyes narrowed slightly.

"Of course, wouldn't it be nice to have one more person on this strange journey!" Jon said calmly, "and I need to correct a little...... Mr. William-Smith is not a friend of mine, but like you, he is a fellow traveler I have just met here and who is going to Cruja together. ”

As he spoke, Jon smiled at Smith behind him, "I hope this sentence doesn't offend you, Mr. Smith." ”

"Definitely not. William Smith nodded rather gentlemanly.

The strange man squinted and froze, glancing at Jon with some suspicion and then at the gentlemanly Smith.

"If you're going to travel with us, at least tell us your name. Jon smiled at the weirdo and offered in a friendly way.

"Sandru. The strange man replied simply.

"It's just a name, not a surname......" Smith muttered quietly behind him.

Jon didn't seem to care, and he kindly held out his hand, "Christopher Patrick!"

The strange man hesitated for a moment, but shook Jon's hand...... It still hurts a little when his sharp nails accidentally scratch the back of his hand.

William Smith also hesitated for a moment, but also, like Jon, walked over and shook hands with the strange man named "Sandru" and introduced each other.

"Shall we, two gentlemen, let's go?" he suggested in a loud voice.

Sandru didn't seem to disagree, he went back to his own table, picked up the remaining half of the oily roasted leg of lamb, stuffed it into his pocket, and whispered, "Yes!"

"I'm sorry, I think I might have to delay a bit!" Jon said apologetically, as if remembering something, "I seem to have forgotten something in my hotel room, and I need to go back and get it...... Don't worry, it won't be long. ”

As he spoke, Jon hurried up the stairs with his suitcase.

Only William Smith and Sandru, two traveling companions, were left looking at each other with some wariness.

......

As Jon said, he didn't stay in his hotel room for long.

After only five minutes, he returned to the hotel's dining room with his suitcase, called his two traveling companions, and set off together.

Since neither Jon nor Mr. Smith had ever been to Cruja City before, nor were they familiar with the local fireplace network, they could not use means such as Phantom Shifter or Floo Network...... Coupled with the lack of knowledge about the location of Muggle villages on the road, riding a broomstick is in danger of violating the International Wizarding Secrecy Act...... So they had to choose between Muggle transport and walking south to Kruja.

As for the Sandru, he was silent all the way, rarely spoke, and only followed them...... The two of them didn't bother to ask for his opinion, they just chatted with each other.

"Patrick, I think there's something wrong with that Sandru!" Mr. Smith leaned into Jon's ear and said, "He looks dangerous, not like a good guy at all." ”

"Just an ordinary traveler. Jon didn't care, "It just looks a little weird, Mr. Smith, you don't have to worry too much. ”

Neither of them could convince the other, so they had to continue on this path, leaving the eccentric Sandru behind them.

......

Albania is arguably the poorest country in Europe, a small European country with a predominantly agricultural predominant...... Many of the cultural landscapes they saw along the way did not look like the end of the 20th century at all, but more like what they saw in Europe in the 19th and 18th centuries.

The security conditions were also poor, and at least three or four waves of ill-intentioned local Muggles were encountered along the way.

However, Sandru showed his existence value at this time, and his fierce appearance and sturdy body could easily deter those unemployed vagrants...... So I didn't get into any trouble along the way.

The distance from Shkodra to Kruja is less than 100 miles on the map.

However, the poor traffic environment made them spend almost a whole day on this journey.

By dusk, when the sun was about to set, they had stumbled into a town less than five miles from the city of Kruya.

"Why don't we find a hotel and rest!" Jon suggested, "We're probably exhausted from this journey...... Have dinner, rest for a while, and make your way to our destination in the dark. ”

Sandru couldn't help but frown, and glanced at Jon with some wariness.

Mr. Smith agreed, "I am more than pleased, for I am thoroughly exhausted." ”

......

The rest of the hotel this time is obviously much worse than the one in the morning.

Jon handed the innkeeper a tip of a ten-dollar bill, and managed to get to a quieter cubicle upstairs.

Dinner was still very bad, the pork chops didn't feel cooked, the bread was hard and looked like it had been stored for years, the sandwiches were slightly sour, and ......

"Damn, there's sand in this wine!" Jon grimaced and lowered his glass, "This sucks, I'll have to go to the boss to reason!"

"It's the last part of the journey, bear with me. Mr. Smith put down his glass and sighed, "Aren't we about to arrive at our destination, and more is better than less......

Jon had already picked up the keg and left the cubicle.

Five minutes later, he returned, carrying a new barrel and three glasses.

"A confusion spell. Jon looked a little triumphant, and said, "Let that Muggle bring out the best barrel of wine it has ever made." ”

As he spoke, he opened the barrel and poured three glasses in turn.

Jon exclaimed, "Let's try it, let's finish this wine, and let's go on the road before the sky is completely dark and the moon is still out?"

As he spoke, he raised his glass and drank it down.

Mr. Smith took a sip of it, and Sandru hesitated for a moment before he drank it slowly.

"Speaking of which...... there is one thing," a smile appeared on Jon's lips as he watched both of his traveling companions drink their wines:

"That's — I think there seems to be a werewolf among us......"

“...... So, Mr. Werewolf, can you volunteer to admit it?"