On the mountain road, Hoffa drove silently, with mixed feelings in his heart. Originally, he thought that this was just a 50 Galleon escort mission, pushing a wheelchair to go to Barcelona and then come back, and Galleon was in hand.

But it wasn't until the guy peed in his pants that Hoffa understood that making money wasn't easy, even if it was only 50 gold gallons.

As a disabled person with only a moving head, Sylby did not have the ability to control his own defecation.

After the first crazy night, Hoffa didn't dare to touch Sylby with another drop of water. At about nine o'clock in the morning, the three entered a rest stop on the side of the road.

Hoffa had wanted to buy some food here and take a break before continuing his journey.

But when he entered the town, he found that there was no one in the town. The town has long been dilapidated, deserted, and has empty streets, not to mention people, and there is not a single ghost to be seen.

The town's wooden houses were riddled with bullet marks, there were huge gaps in the ground that had been blown out by shells, and from time to time, Hoffa could see one or two corpses lying in the shadows.

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

The ground was littered with rotting and broken limbs.

The air smells of death and decay.

Hoffa slowed down, slowly rounded a trench, and muttered, "What's going on?"

Here's what it's all about.

Hoffa muttered to himself that he had never seen so many bones except for watching a movie.

"The country has just come out of a civil war, and there are too many places like this. Sylby in the back seat sighed.

"But it's good to go ahead, it's not like that in big cities. ”

Civil war?

War again.

Faced with such a scene, Hoffa had no choice but to give up his plan to recuperate, accelerate forward, and leave the wasteland.

On the way, Hoffa saw many of these dilapidated towns, as well as some ruined tank and plane wreckage along the way.

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

I am obviously in Spain, why did I see German vehicles, it is clear that World War II has not yet begun, is this country on the bar with Germany?

Finally, around 11 p.m.

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

The heaviness and solemnity faded and they arrived in the southern Spanish city of Granada.

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

After entering the city, Sylby returned to his activity.

He stuck out his tongue and pointed to the red-brick palace in the distance and said, "That's the Alhambra, built by the Moors in the 13th century." ”

Hoffa glanced at the palace, and then turned back to the co-pilot.

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

"You're alright. Hoffa asked worriedly.

"Parking. She said coldly.

The black sedan was parked on the side of the road, and there were not many cars in this era, so to speak, very few. A black sedan is eye-catching enough, not to mention that this sedan is missing a door.

Some of the Spanish women passing by watched with shock as a tall woman in a green nightgown emerged from the car with a cold face, and the story of what happened inside the car made them think about it.

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

"Buying clothes, bathing. ”

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

"I've left a trailing magic beacon, don't go too far with this waste. ”

After saying that, she strode away without looking back.

Sylby had been watching Ossivia leave, and he suddenly asked, "Are you also a Slytherin?"

"I? I'm not. Hoffa said.

"Gryffindor?" asked Sylby.

"Gryffindor, am I alike?"

"Like. ”

"Okay. Hoffa shrugged, in fact, Sylby wasn't the first to think so, but Hoffa didn't mean much to explain either.

All he could think about now was eating and resting.

For the senior sister of the Snake Academy, cleanliness is a more important issue than a full stomach.

But Hoffa is not, he is already hungry, yesterday after a night, and a long journey, he can'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 windows are filled with ham, sausages, cheeses, salmon, cuttlefish, barnacles, and other seafood that Hoffa can't name.

To complete the escort mission, you must first fill your stomach.

He parked his car in front of the fast-food restaurant and pushed Sylby into the restaurant.

As soon as he entered the restaurant, the rich aroma rushed into Hoffa's nose, and the aroma of olive oil, garlic, pepper, and other spices made him saliva secrete in large quantities.

He hurriedly pushed Sylby to a window position, and began to call out to the waiter.

Hearing his shout, a red-necked, white-apron waiter turned his head rather coldly and stood beside Hoffa.

“¿Quieres comer algo?”

(Something?)

"Menu, menu!"

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

The waiter shrank his hand, avoiding Hoffa, and asked more coldly, "¿Los británicos?"

(Are you British?)

Huh? What do you say? Hoffa didn't understand at all, so he asked him in English, "Can you speak English?"

As soon as the words fell, Hoffa sensed that something was wrong.

At this moment, all the diners in the restaurant, the people who did the work, all turned their heads and looked at him.

The waiter's face in front of him turned completely cold.

Ten seconds later.

With a bang, the door slammed!

As soon as he entered the restaurant, Hoffa was pushed out by someone, and his butt was not yet hot, and even his wheelchair with Sylby was being kicked out while spinning on the ground.

"¿Ves este letrero!?" (Can't you see the sign?)

A shopkeeper in a red dress, a white dress, and a chef's hat standing at the door of a fast-food restaurant knocking on a sign and roaring wildly, Hofa was confused.

“Los británicos y el perro no puede entrar！！”

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

After scolding, the old man made an international gesture to Hofabi, spat viciously on the ground, and walked back to the store with a spatula.

Hoffa stood stunned, completely dumbfounded.

Sylby's wheelchair turned around a few times and turned to Hoffa's side, but instead of being angry, he said with a grin:

"This country has been bullied by the British very badly, half of the overseas territories have been robbed by the British, you dare to speak English in Spain, how bold it is. ”

"Then what do I say if I don't speak English?"

"Spanish, Valencian. Sylby said casually.

"What Valencia, I've never heard of it!"

Hoffa rubbed his lower abdomen and vomited bitter water.

"Well, well, it's nice if you can speak German. Sylby said.

"What...!?Why do I know how to speak German..."

"Do you know a Spanish general named Franco?"

"Please, can you please not tell me about history...", said Hoffa.

Just a few months ago, Muggle leaders in Germany and Italy helped Franco overthrow the previous government. Now there is a large German garrison in this country.

I watched the news the day before yesterday, Hitler himself is meeting in this city right now, and if you speak German, then you will be very popular......"